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teklarn · 3 years

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓅𝓉. 𝟥)

character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader (x eijirou kirishima)

a/n: ok but like ty for all the notes on my last post??? i get so excited whenever there’s a new notification. ALSO, the best time for me to accept requests is from now to sept. 5! i’m currently on summer break, so i will have plenty of time to write from now until then.

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!!

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention.

genre: angst

warnings: mutual pining, cursing, aged-up to third years, bit of a love triangle, romantic tension, one-sided pining, i gave the reader a quirk, kirishima gets jealous EHWJEH

word count: 2031

lol wow things are finally beginning to pick up heehee

please excuse any typos! i edit to the best of my abilities, but it’s easy to miss lost of things

part 1, part 2 , part 4

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you dabbed bakugou’s nose. he winced as you tapped it. “sorry,” you breathed out, switching the tissue in your hand for a clean wipe.

“i’m fine, dumbass.”

“then why’d you ask for my help?” you teased, wiping at the blood on his upper lip.

his cheeks dusted with red, eyes averting to the side. you smiled softly, victorious in his silence.

nighttime was settling in nicely, the sun bleeding orange into the clouds.

“look back at me,” you said. gently, you took his bruised jaw in your fingers, adjusting his head so he was facing you. you brushed your fingers along his swelling cheekbone. purple blossomed beneath bakugou’s pale skin. “kirishima was pretty rough out there, huh?’

“i’m proud of the guy.”

you smiled, tilting your head. “you? proud of someone? really?”

he chuckled. “knock it off, dumbass.” a grin spread across his face, however it was gone when the pain hit. he winced, trying to ignore the sting his smile brought with it.

you let out a laugh. “just relax, bakugou.” you resumed dabbing away at the excess blood on his face. there were flecks of dirt scattered over his forehead.

he caught your wrist in one of his soft, large hands.

your smile faded, and you swallowed, pushing down the rising emotions fluttering into your chest. “yes?” you responded to the silent question his eyes were asking.

his grip on your wrist loosened, and he let go, letting his arm fall back to his side.

“everything okay?”

he didn’t break eye contact as he grunted a reply. “mhm.”

“alright. i’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘kay,” he said.

you stood with a groan, knees sore from all the training you’d been doing lately. you gently shut the bathroom door behind you and rinsed the bits of dirt off the towel, scrubbing away any imperfections stuck between the fibers of the fabric.

your cheeks were boiling with heat as the ghost of his touch on your wrist lingered. what was that? did he mean to tell you something?

you wrung out the newly washed cloth and returned to your seat across from bakugou.

bakugou’s eyes flickered as you began scrubbing the dirk from his forehead.

“ah,” he gasped out.

“you’ve gotta stop wincing, bakugou,” you teased. “you’re making me think i’m doing something wrong.”

“you’ve gotta stop being so rough, y/n.” he took your wrists and pried them away from his face.

you set the towel down on the table, letting it rest on a paper towel so the excess water could drain out.

“well, i think the issue is that you haven’t let me set your nose properly.”

bakugou squinted, unsure. “alright.” he spread his legs, leaning forwards to make your job easier. “do as you wish, y/n.” his voice dropped, eyelids lowering seductively.

the heat returned to your cheeks, flushing out your confidence from before. instead of replying with an equally snarky comment, you took his face in your hands. “this is going to hurt.”

“not so much if it’s you.”

you scoffed. “are you flirting with me, katsuki bakugou?”

his lips quirked up—just a tiny bit. “stop dreaming, y/n.”

you ignored the comment and traced your fingers over the bridge of his nose. “on three?”

he nodded.

“one—” you cracked the bone into place.

“ah, shit!” bakugou recoiled back, covering his nose with his hands. “damn brat.”

“it would have hurt more if you knew it was coming.” you shrugged innocently.

“at least i would have been prepared.”

“whatever you say.” you gestured for him to come back to his previous position, and bakugou did as instructed, hands dropping from his face as your hands came back around to cup his cheeks.

being recovery girl’s grandchild had its benefits. for example, an easy way to get into yuuei off of recommendations. while your quirk wasn’t usually one people would associate with fighting, it came with unexpected pros with how it developed.

you’d earned the ability not only to heal but to ruin as well. using your quirk, honing it properly, you could twist someone inside out with ease, however, healing was something you were more skilled with.

a green glow was being emitted from your palms, white orbs flowing into the air and landing on bakugou’s skin. you could tell, under his skin, the bone was fixing itself, beginning to reshape into the flat bridge.

bakugou sniffed.

“hold still,” you said.

“does your healing always make your patients itchy?”

“it’s just your body healing. stop moving.” the green light receded into your palms.

you met bakugou’s eyes as you pulled your hands away. you were leaning closer than necessary, out of your seat, knees slightly bent. you could tell his hands were shaking just a bit as they trailed down your arms, starting from your fingertips which were still hovering around his face.

his hands found their way to your waist. bakugou tugged you closer. barely an inch closer, but it felt like the two of you were inseparable at the moment.

“y/n?”

you jumped, and bakugou’s hands fell back to the sides of the seat he was in. you swallowed as kirishima popped up at the doorway.

you wiped your palms on your shirt, nodding for kirishima to enter. “yes?”

the redhead walked in warily, hands up and pace slow. “i hope i’m not...interrupting anything. am i?”

you shook your head. “not at all. we were, um. we were just finishing up.” you picked up the cloth intended for wiping bakugou’s face. “do you think you could finish up by yourself?”

he took the cloth from your hands. “yeah, sure.” he pushed himself up and was out of your room, waving his thanks. “i’ll pay you back so i don’t owe your ass, got it, y/n?”

“Alright.”

bakugou shut the door behind him, leaving you and kirishima alone.

“so, what was that about?”

your eyes flew wide. “what was what?”

“don’t act oblivious, y/n. you two looked at each other like you hung the moon in the sky.”

you bit your lip, hiding the smile that was brought about upon reminiscing about the recent seen. “it wasn’t anything, kirishima. don’t worry about it.”

“i’m worrying. you know bakugou.”

“that’s something you’d say about someone with dating experience, and a bad reputation regarding it. bakugou is—”

“just like every other guy out there? it’s the twenty-first century. there are not many decent people left out here. do you really think he’s any different?”

“well,” you said, shaking your head, “personally, i see he’s changed.”

“two years isn’t going to erase all the past shit he’s done.”

“there’s a thing called forgiveness.” you quirked an eyebrow at him, tilting your head down as you began cleaning up. “plus, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. we can both agree that hero society created toxic standards for all aspiring pros.”

kirishima clenched his fists. “he’s bad for you.”

you tossed out a few wipes into the garbage. “sorry?”

“he’s...not good for you.”

“i appreciate you thinking nobody is good enough for me, but at the end of the day-”

unknowingly, kirishima was hardening his fingertips. his nails punctured the soft skin of his palms. “i don’t mean he’s not good enough for you, but that’s another truth, too. he’s just not good for you.”

you turned, smiling brightly. “and since when did you know what was good for me?” you laughed, eyes closed. “why are you trying to dictate my decisions-”

when you opened your eyes, you found kirishima standing closer, brows furrowed angrily.

your expression lowered into something angry. “what’s the matter?”

“i just...i can’t.”

“can’t what?”

kirishima was one to be slow to anger. he always had been. you can’t recall a time you saw him angry or pissed except for when bakugou had been kidnapped by the league of villains.

“kirishima,” you scoffed, “are you genuinely pissed over this? what? is this because i got mad at you because i scolded you for breaking bakugou’s nose? if anything, i don’t think i was wrong for-”

“that’s not it. that...that isn’t it, y/n.” he stepped towards you. kirishima closed the gap between you both, pressing your back against the wall, trapping you there between his arms. “that isn’t it at all, y/n.”

you swallowed. “then what is it, kirishima?” his eyes met yours, serious and stern.

your chest tingled.

he brought his fingers to your chin, angling your face with ease to get a better look at you. “call me eijirou.”

“what?”

“just once. please.”

“why-”

“once.”

“...what is it, eijirou?”

the pause felt like an eternity. “it’s you, y/n.”

“it’s...me? what about me? did i do something wrong?”

he chuckled softly, but there was no humor in his longing smile as he stared down. “you’re so oblivious.”

you could hear his heart beating, getting faster with every sentence he pushed out.

“you’re so clueless, y/n. it’s kind of pissing me off.”

“what am i doing to piss you off?” you snapped.

he tongued the inside of his cheek. “like i said.” he flashed you an award-winning grin. “clueless.” kirishima pushed himself off the wall and left the room, the door shutting hard, but not slamming shut.

you were left breathless, the hint of his cologne still lingering in the space before you.

you’d avoided kirishima and bakugou for the rest of the night.

what kirishima had wanted to say was nothing like what he said, but he knew everything would come out all wrong if he’d try to say anything.

his mind would have jumbled all his words, and he’d look like a crazy, insane lover.

bakugou wasn’t bad for you. not at all. you two were perfect for each other. you both had thick skin for silly rebuttals towards one another. you brought out the fun side of the blonde, and he worked you to your best.

kirishima was just your best friend. he hated to be the one who had fallen with nothing to soften the blow that was surely coming soon.

his ears burned nearly as red as his hair. a shudder passed down his back, the feeling of your jaw pressed between his thumb and index finger still imprinted there.

“i can’t fucking stand to see you around him.”

kirishima made his way to the common room, finding bakugou looking for snacks there. kirishima scoffed as his friend emerged with an apple in hand.

it was not like he hated bakugou. not at all. he didn’t think that pining for the same girl would ruin their friendship. he was just angry that you chose him.

kirishima respected your decisions. he wouldn’t ever try to get in the way of anything if you and bakugou made that kind of decision. he just wanted to be near you.

perhaps he should leave the situation alone. leave you alone and just forget about how his feelings were nagging at him every day.

he should forget how you were the first thing on his mind every morning, and the thing he thought about when he fell asleep.

you were everywhere. should he forget that too?

bakugou tossed his apple into the air. he clapped his friend on the back, taking a bite out. “go to sleep, idiot.”

“don’t call me that.”

bakugou turned, startled that kirishima wasn’t taking bakugou’s shit today. “you good?”

“i’m fine, but i’m not an idiot.”

bakugou’s body tightened. “alright.”

the pair stood awkwardly for a moment before kirishima sucked in a sudden breath. “what is y/n to you?” he asked.

bakugou raised an eyebrow. “what?”

“they’re obviously something to you.”

“listen, they were just helping me out. didn’t think you’d get offended from them fixing my broken ass nose.”

“that’s not what i mean. i walked in on you two, and you were about to—”

“i wasn’t going to do jackshit.” bakugou tossed his apple away, too angry to eat anything anymore.

“yes. don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not lying. where is all of this coming from?”

kirishima huffed out a frustrated breath. he shouldered past bakugou. kirishima uttered words he hated himself for saying. “leave me alone.”

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years

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Reminisce (Grayson Dolan) [1]

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A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while since I posted a fic and well, I don't really have a good excuse besides the fact that I have been stuck lately and been kind of uninspired to write so yeah. Also I want to apologize to the anon who requested this for taking sooooo long. I'm so so soo sorry from the bottom of my heart for making you wait for almost 4 months(?) I feel so bad honestly, I hope you forgive me.

Anyway! I hope you guys enjoy this one.

P.S. I decided to split it into parts because it’s not done yet and I won’t let the anon wait any longer without posting at least something so here’s part 1!

Summary: Grayson thought he was going to lose you after a car accident that put you in a coma, but he was nowhere near prepared from what's about to happen when you finally wake up.

Warnings: Angst and Typos

Word Count: 7.2k+

Masterlist in Bio

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Part 1

“Goddamn it Grayson! Will you fucking listen to me?!” You yelled, hands flailing everywhere, getting so worked up at how he’s acting so childish right now. Its normal for a couple to fight, some might say it makes the relationship stronger, but when it keeps happening too often, you just know that, that isn’t a good sign.

“No! You fucking listen to me (Y/N)!” Grayson growled, face red and fuming, jealousy raging inside his veins as he once again found you with an old friend of yours, or should he say, ex-boyfriend.

“You can’t just flirt with your ex-boyfriend when we're on a date (Y/N)! Right in front of my fucking face!” He added taking a step forward, but you stood there unfazed, his words actually angering you even more.

“Really? Flirting?” You shook your head at him. “Yes because that’s what I fucking saw!” His voice boomed, throwing both hands in the air, both of you just feeding each other’s anger dangerously.

“You’re so fucking unbelievable! How many times do I have to tell your brain that we were only talking?!” You screamed, ready to rip you hair off at how hard he’s being. Grayson has always been the jealous type, there were times when it was cute but there were also times when it’s become too much.

You tried your best to understand him, to ease him out of his insecurities, to show him that you aren’t like the girls he’s dated in the past, that you’ll take great care of his heart but it hasn’t always been easy, loving a scarred and broken man is never easy.

“I’m not fucking blind (Y/N)! He was definitely flirting with you, and being the naïve girl that you are of course you didn’t notice! Or maybe you did notice and just flirted back just like every single time a guy talks to you.” He hissed, venom laced in his voice, all of his emotions slowly clouding his judgment.

You stared at him dumbfounded, blinking a couple times, not knowing if the words really did come out of his mouth. “Is that really what you think of me now? After two years of being together, you still think I’d actually flirt with other guys?” Your voice wavered, feeling so hurt that he’s actually doubting your loyalty.

He looked away and you felt your heart break right then and there. “What if I do?” He mumbled. “What? You think I’m some bitch now who just flirts with other guys in front of you? Are you implying that I actually am capable of cheating on you Gray?” You voiced out, scared of what he’s going to say because when Grayson is angry, he let’s go of words that just kills you bit by bit.

“Not my fault if that’s what you’re showing me.” You looked at the man in front of you in utter shock, your breath getting caught inside your throat. “Are you hearing yourself right now Grayson?” You whispered, staring at him in disbelief.

Never have you thought the day would come that Grayson would actually question your love for him. In every fight you have had in the past, he’s always been trying to push you away, building up his walls over and over again after every time you tried so hard to break them down and kick the bricks away. But as soon as you come so close to succeeding, he just shuts you out again, finding other ways to build his walls back up.

“Yes (Y/N), I can hear myself clearly.” He rolled his eyes, still refusing to meet your gaze, his anger still boiling in the very pit of his being. “You’re just like them. You’re just waiting for the right opportunity to leave me once you’ve found someone better or if one of your exes finally comes crawling back.” He crossed his arms over his chest, jaw clenching at the thought.

“I’m just like them.” You echoed, your tears now flowing freely from your eyes, heart beating so fast but your body feeling numb.

“Yes (Y/N)! You are just like the people who use me to move on! Claiming that you love me but when your beloved ex comes back, you just leave me! Just like everyone else!” Grayson yelled straight at your face but once his eyes fully met yours, he knew he fucked up.

You stumbled back, your lips quivering as sobs escaped your mouth. Him being jealous is one thing, but saying that you are just using him is a whole ‘nother level. It hurts to think that after everything you’ve been through, all the nights you fought for his trust, the times you’ve given him all of you, to prove to him that you’ll always pick him, that you’ll give all your love to him and only him, he still thinks that you’re that kind of person, a low, selfish person who is just using him.

“After all the things I’ve sacrificed to make you happy, all the times I avoided everything that made you uncomfortable, even stopped talking to a few of my guy friends to ease your fear, all the love I’ve given you, I’m still just like them. After two years you still think I'm just using you. You actually think I'm that low of a person Grayson?” You stated, tear after tear slipping out faster than you could get rid of them as you are not able to control it anymore.

Grayson’s anger vanished almost immediately, face now painted with regret as he realized what he’s just said, how he has managed to let the anger control him again, but now, he’s just gone too far. “(Y/N)…” He tried to reach for you but you backed away making his heart sting at the way you looked at him.

“You always do this to me. You say something hurtful when you're angry then you apologize the next day like nothing happened, and I always forgive you each time, telling myself that you’re just broken and hurt. I always put you first Gray, always. I’ve been doing everything that I can just to make you happy, to never hurt you in any shape or form, to prove to you that I’ll always be here for you. I’ve been fighting for your trust for so long, always trying my best to be patient, to help you heal, to understand why you let these things come out your mouth, telling myself that it’s just the anger speaking but I’ve had enough, I’m tired Grayson, I’m so fucking tired!” You sobbed, eyes boring straight into his.

Everybody has a breaking point, and you’ve finally reached yours.

The look on your face was enough to snap Grayson’s heart into half, the look of betrayal and pain written all over your features, so clear as day. He’s finally done it. He’s finally broken the girl who’s always been there for him, the girl who’s always been so strong to keep up with him and his problem, his insecurities, the person who was willing to fight the demons in him, the person who was willing to stay by his side no matter how messed up he is, the only person who has never given up on him.

You were such an amazing girl when he first met you, so joyful and so kind. You have been the most beautiful person that has come into his life, both inside and out. You've always had this light radiating off of you that makes everyone around you feel so calm and happy. You were his ray of sunshine, especially when Grayson ends up in such a dark place. You were his angel who fought so hard to keep his demons at bay. But looking at you now, he's realized that after such a long time, he's finally managed to snuff the light out of you.

He has managed to drag you into his own mess, which is himself. It was like every time you help him, you were also getting drained bit by bit, like you're transferring your own light into him, but his darkness just seems to overtake it always. The once so happy and radiant (Y/N) that he knew was almost gone, and he knew it was all his fault.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry.” Grayson tried to take another step but you shook your head at him. “Don’t even try. I’m not doing this again, I’m done going in circles. I forgive you then you do it again and it goes on and on. I can’t Gray, I can’t fight anymore. You’ve finally won because I give up.” You choked, hands fisted on your sides, your whole body trembling from all the emotions that’s consuming you, anger, pain, fear, everything.

You wanted so bad to just forgive him, to just forget about everything and move on from it, to hug him and just apologized for making him jealous, but you just can’t deal with it anymore. It’s like he’s been abusing it too much, the way you easily forgive him. It was time to put yourself first. You’ve already tried to fix him, but you can never fix a person, that's their choice and only their choice to do so. You can never heal a broken man if he doesn't want to be healed.

“No… (Y/N), p-please.” Grayson’s voice broke, heart shattering completely with those three little words, ‘I give up’.

The last thing Grayson ever wanted in life was to lose you. You are his only source of light through all those dark moments. You helped him get through his anxiety countless of times, you made him see things differently, to appreciate all the little things in the world and just how beautiful it is.

Grayson always had trust issues due to previous heartbreaks, but you stuck with him, even after all the times he’s been pushing you away. Your patience with him was incredible, you fought and fought for two years to get him to see that you truly did love him, you are the strongest girl he knows, but one person can only take so much beating.

He shouldn’t have let his emotions take over him, he shouldn’t have let his anger control him, he should have tried his best and fought the back demons but he was weak and stupid. So stupid his finally managed to push you over the edge.

“I don’t want to do this anymore Grayson, I’m done. We're done.” You whispered, taking every ounce of courage to look at him one last time before turning around to make your way towards the door, but Grayson grabbed you before you could even move, keeping you in place because he knew that once you set a foot out that door, you'll be out of his life, and he doesn’t know if he'd be ever to get you back.

“No no no, please (Y/N), please don’t leave me.” He cried, hugging you from behind, trying his best to prevent you from walking away, and hearing Grayson sob was enough to break your heart fully, after all, you do love him with every ounce of your being. “I’m so sorry, baby I’m sorry, please forgive me, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me, please (Y/N), please.” He begged, hugging you even tighter, his face buried on your shoulder blade as his whole body trembled.

You bit your lip, tears clouding your vision once again just by hearing Grayson so broken, so hurt. You wanted to just turn around and hug him, to kiss him and tell it’s going to be okay, but you resisted, pushing his arms off your body. It's time to think of yourself for once. If he's not going to try his best and change, then he has to learn it the hard way, even if that means leaving him, even if it hurts you too.

“Let me go Grayson. I’ve given you too many chances, I’m drained, I can’t do this anymore, please let me go.” You forced his arms off of you with all the strength you could muster, him mumbling 'no's over and over again, but when you managed to do so, you just ran. You knew you had to get out of the house as fast as you can as the air started to become too thick and suffocating, you just needed to breathe. Also Grayson can be so persuasive, you knew that when you face him and look inside those hazel orbs of his, you're just going to get lost in them again, and the cycle will continue.

You ran out of the house, very much aware that Grayson was right on your tail as he called out your name but you didn’t dare look back. You kept running, not paying any attention to where you we’re heading, not being able to see clearly either as the tears blurred your sight, your legs stumbling down the path that leads to who knows where, trying your best to keep your body upright.

It was already too late to notice that you've managed to run in the middle of the road.

You heard a loud beep that made you stop in your tracks, turning around seeing only a bright set of lights coming straight your way, so fast that you didn't have any amount of time to react, and everything just went black.

“(Y/N)!” Grayson screamed, mouth hanging open as he froze in his spot, shock overtaking his body as he watched his girlfriend’s body fly across the pavement. It took him a few seconds to snap out of it as he bolted towards you, heart racing when he saw the state that you're in.

You were laid on the floor almost lifeless, blood rushing out of your head and staining the road underneath you. "No no no, (Y/N), baby, wake up, please." Grayson was shaking, his tears an endless stream down his face as he slowly kneeled down, one hand went underneath your head in an attempt to support it, the other went to cup your face, as he stared down at you, fear, guilt and regret eating him up slowly. He didn’t dare attempt to move your body at all, in fear that he might hurt you even more.

Blood was now seeping into the fabric of his jeans, but he didn’t care, none of that mattered as the thought of losing you for good crossed his mind, and everything was going to be his fault.

“Help! Please! Somebody call the ambulance!” He cried, looking around the area to see if someone was within the distance. “Help!” He tried again, not even bothering to hide his sobs as he looked down at you, his tears dropping on your face. “Baby, stay with me, please (Y/N) stay with me.” He whispered stroking your cheek with his thumb just as Mrs. Potts, your neighbor walked out of her house, gasping once she saw the scene in front of her.

Grayson turned around to face her with a look of relief across his face, “We need an ambulance! Quick!”

“Robert! Call 911!” She yelled for her husband, and Grayson felt like he could breathe again, help was on the way.

“They’re coming (Y/N), just stay with me, everything’s going to be okay, I love you (Y/N), just stay with me, everything’s going to be fine.” Grayson repeated over and over again, but it sounded more like he was saying this to reassure himself, which is partly true as his mind was race just as fast as his heart was.

None of this would’ve happened if he hadn’t been a dick. He shouldn’t have let those words out, he shouldn’t have hurt you. This was all his fault. And he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something even worse will happen to you.

Everything else was a huge blur as Grayson heard a siren from afar, red and blue lights slowly getting closer and closer to where he was, and the next thing he knew, you were being loaded up in the ambulance, Grayson never letting go of your hand as he sat by you, tears free falling, him looking at the love of his life with the thought of the possibility of losing her forever.

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"Gray!" The loud footsteps made Grayson look up from his place on one of those chairs pushed against the wall in the waiting area where he was sat on with his head hung low. His bloodshot eyes met with his brother's, that certain look immediately gave Ethan such an uneasy feeling.

"Bro, what happened to you? Are you okay?" The older twin asked as he sat down beside him, eyes narrowing at his brother's state which was not good at all. Grayson's hands and clothes were stained with blood, the color now fading a little bit as it starts to dry, not to mention the anxious expression written all across his face.

"I – I'm fine, it's not my blood, I – its (Y/N)'s. She got in a car accident and I – she's still in the ER and no doctor has come out yet and fuck E, I–" Grayson didn't get to finish his sentence as Ethan pulled him in for a hug, Grayson's tears welling up in his eyes again.

"Everything going to be fine G. She's a strong girl, she'll be fine." Ethan hugged him tighter in an attempt to comfort him, knowing just how scared and anxious his brother is right now. Ethan doesn't know what exactly happened. Grayson just called him up and told him to meet him at the hospital, and when it's in the hospital, it's never good news.

Grayson pulled away with a sniffle, running a hand through his hair as he looked at Ethan, "It's all my fucking fault E, we were fighting and I said terrible things to her. I hurt her Ethan. I pushed her to her limit and she ran. If it wasn't for me she wouldn't be in this situation right now." Grayson looked down, catching a glimpse of his hands that were tainted with blood, your blood.

Your blood was literally in his hands, if that doesn't scream his fault then Grayson doesn't know what else does.

"Bro, don't beat yourself up will you? None of this is your fault. I know you probably feel so guilty right now but it's not your fault Gray. Accidents happen and none of us are in control of that." Ethan placed his hand on Grayson's shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze in an attempt to get him out of his dark headspace. Grayson didn't say anything else, he just gave Ethan a small nod, even if his words didn't change his mind for one bit.

"What happened to the driver?" Ethan asked after a few moments of silence, looking slightly worried as Grayson's jaw clenched. "The fucking bastard just sped off. Didn't even bother to stop and help. The police are looking for him now, they said they'll just call me if they have any news." Grayson growled, the anger finally surfacing at the thought of the person who ran you over. He wouldn't be this mad if that person just stopped and helped, maybe you wouldn't have lost that much blood if they did, but they didn't, which makes them equally as assholes.

Grayson has to admit that this isn't entirely his fault, as much as he caused most of it, the driver is still part of the blame. Yes, the road was pretty much empty but they shouldn't have been reckless by speeding. Fuck they might have even spotted you from far away and pushed the brake right on time, but judging by the way they were driving, Grayson has a hunch that they were definitely drunk.

"How about her mom Gray, did you get to call her?" Grayson let out a deep sigh, staring at the floor as the guilt started take over again. "I – yeah, she'll be here in a few." The phone call between your mom and him was the hardest phone call Grayson has ever gone through. Just explaining to your mom what happened was a nightmare, especially when he's promised her to keep you safe and sound at all cost, to not hurt her only daughter and he has only managed to do the exact opposite.

The image of you almost lifeless across the pavement kept flashing across his eyes like its taunting him. What if he did things differently? What if he stood his ground and didn't let you get away from his grip? What if he actually controlled his anger this time? Things would have been a whole lot different.

"Grayson, none of this is your fault. Please stop blaming yourself, would (Y/N) want you to blame yourself over this?" At the mention of your name, Grayson's lips quivered, tears pooling back into his eyes. Ethan frowned, placing his hands on his brother's back in an attempt to comfort him.

"You don't understand E. I yelled at her, I –" Grayson took a deep breath, palms rubbing on his face before continuing. "I told her that she was just using me. I told her that she's just like my exes who use me to move on. I was implying to her that she's capable of cheating which I know she doesn't! I fucking know she never wants to hurt me. I just got so angry and I fucked up. I was such a fucking idiot! She's far better than them, way better than any girl I've been with, fuck she's such an incredible person, such an angel and I just fucked everything up like I always do." Grayson aggressively wiped the tear that fell on his cheek with the back of his hand, eyes glued to the floor as the foul words he let out kept echoing inside his mind.

Ethan sighed but didn't say a word. He didn't have too, Grayson already knew how disappointed he was in him, and he has every right to be.

Ethan saw firsthand how you made Grayson feel so happy. You definitely were helping him get through tough times whenever Ethan isn't there, or when both of them are in a dark place at the same time. You made Grayson believe in love again, but of course, his brother just can't seem to shake of his insecurities. He doesn't blame him though, getting your heart broken over and over again can mess you up real bad.

"Grayson?" A feminine voice made both boys look up. Grayson heart dropped when he saw your mom. You looked so much like her and that made everything harder for Grayson, especially with the sad eyes and worried look she was sporting, the expression all too familiar for his liking. It's like the universe is taunting him, not letting him forget about how badly he really has hurt you.

Grayson stood up almost immediately, facing her with the same amount of sadness. "I'm so sorry. We were fighting and I said some things. She ran to the streets and I didn't get to her in time. I could've stopped it from happening, I'm so sorry. I hurt her, I was supposed to protect her, to keep her safe. I promised you to keep her safe and I–"

"Oh honey, come here." Your mom pulled him in for a hug, Grayson breaking at the embrace as he let out a sob, hugging her tighter. "It's not your fault dear. It's not your fault." She repeated over and over, rubbing his back comfortingly as the grown man cried his heart out.

"Excuse me, are you miss (Y/L/N)'s family?" Grayson pulled away from your mother to be met by a woman in scrubs with a solemn face that made Grayson's heart rate escalate.

"I'm her mother. How is she?" You mother stepped forward, her arms reaching out for the doctor to shake before wrapping it around herself as she tries to prepare herself for any news. Grayson didn't even realized how much he's shaking from nerves until Ethan placed a hand on his shoulder, urging him to take a deep breath and relax.

"I'm Jean, (Y/N)'s doctor. She is still unconscious and in a critical condition. Due to how hard the impact was, she has lost a lot of blood and managed to acquire a lot of injuries from the accident ranging from broken bones, a bruised lung, a kidney laceration, and also including TBI or Traumatic Brain Injury. We are trying our best to stabilize her vitals but as for now, everything is still unpredictable." She gave your mother a sympathetic look, reaching out to hold your mother's hand in hers, "I know how hard it is but we have no choice but to hope for the best. I will make sure your daughter will get the best treatment she deserves. I can already tell she's a strong girl, she'll get through this."

"Thank you so much Doc." Your mother whispered. Grayson can see just how much she's trying not to cry, a strong woman, just like you are. He almost felt so ashamed for crying, but then again, he was weak and vulnerable, he always had been. If he had been strong enough, he would have been able to control himself, he wouldn't have hurt you, they wouldn't have been here in the first place.

"Of course, I'll be back for further updates." Jean gave all of them a small smile before retreating back to the other end of the hallway, leaving the three of them with worried minds still.

Grayson sat back down and buried his face in his hands, his mind getting darker at the news he just heard, his anxiety doing nothing but making things a lot worse than it seems.

You were in pain, so much pain and he can do nothing about it except hope that you'll be alright. If he had a control over the universe, if he had a choice, heck he would trade places with you in a heartbeat, he would much have it be him than you in that hospital bed.

"Gray, I think you need to go home, have a shower and get some rest bro." Grayson looked at Ethan and shook his head no, "I'm not leaving until she's okay E. I want to be there for her when..." in case something happens. Grayson stopped himself before things get even darker in his head. He needs to get rid of all this negative thoughts, or else he'll start to lose his mind.

"Grayson honey, Ethan's right. Just take a shower and get a few hours' sleep, then come back. I'll be holding the fort for you don't worry." Your mother spoke, placing a soft hand on Grayson's shoulder with a reassuring smile on her lips and the sense of urgency in her eyes.

"I – I guess I do need a shower. I'll be back as soon as I can." Grayson stood up reluctantly and gave her a hug, not wanting to leave but he kind of does, he needs a new set of clean clothes, and he looks like a complete mess with the blood in his shirt and jeans. And maybe he'll bring some extras too as he is planning on staying the night with you.

"Come on bro, I'll drive you home." Grayson nodded as Ethan draped his arm over his shoulder, both brothers slowly making their way out of the hospital, but just as soon as they reached the parking lot, Grayson's phone rang.

Ethan pulled away to let Grayson fish his phone out of his pocket, giving Ethan a confused look when an unknown number flashed across the screen, after a few seconds, he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, is this Grayson Dolan?"

"Uh, yes? Who's this?"

"This is Officer Ronald from LAPD, I just called to inform you that we have found the driver involved in the accident thanks to the CCTV around the area. He was in fact drunk and under the influence of drugs. He will be held accountable for his actions."

Grayson felt his blood boil at what he just heard. He fucking knew it, a drunk driver out of all people. And to think about the fact that they didn't even stop to help.

This drunk driver was the reason why you're unconscious right now, why you're suffering in that hospital bed. His baby hurt just because of some asshole who decided it was a good idea to drive above the speed limit while intoxicated.

"Will it be okay if I can see him right now? I would like to have a word." Grayson said before he could stop himself, his hand holding the phone so hard he was scared it would break.

"Of course sir, we will be waiting for you."

Grayson ended the call, his jaw clenched as he marched his way towards the passenger seat. Ethan followed his brother with furrowed brows, especially with the way Grayson slammed the door shut too hard.

"Who was that?" Ethan asked as he clicked his seat belt on. "Drive me to the police station. They found him." Grayson mumbled, his knuckles clenching as he stared outside the window. "Gray, you need to rel–" "Just fucking drive."

Ethan shook his head as he started the car, slowly pulling out of the parking lot and driving off, glancing at Grayson every now and then only to see him looking out the window, face stern with his hands still balled into fist.

"Grayson, promise me you won't do anything stupid." Ethan said firmly, eyes going back on the road. "Yeah, yeah I won't. I promise." Grayson brushed him off, but somehow, Ethan doesn't believe it one bit.

And he has every right not to believe him because once they stopped at the station, Grayson practically kicked the door open and stomped his way inside, Ethan struggling to keep up with him.

"Where the fuck is he?" Grayson growled, searching the room, and it wasn't that hard to find the driver considering that he and the police were the only ones there at this time of hour.

Startled, the man turned around to see who the voice belonged to, and when they locked eyes, all Grayson saw was red.

"You piece of–"

Before anyone could react, Grayson already had him pinned against the wall, both hands grabbing the collar of his shirt as he pressed the man on the concrete. The man remained unfazed with a smug smile plastered on his lips and this angered Grayson even more. He pulled him just an inch away from the wall just to slam him back with force, making the man cough, wiping that stupid grin off his face.

"Sir! Please put him down!" The police officer warned, his hand raised as he slowly inched closer in an attempt to control the situation.

"You fucking asshole! She's hurt because of you! Who gave you the fucking idea to drive while drunk and fucking high huh?! You could've helped but no, you ran like the fucking coward that you are!" Grayson yelled, the veins on his arms popping at how hard his was gripping.

"Maybe if your little girlfriend wasn't running in the fucking street she wouldn't have been hit you prick. Or maybe if you were fast enough, she could've been saved by her prince charming." The man taunted, chuckling deeply and without a second of thought, Grayson retracted his right hand, landing a hard blow on the man's jaw, making him spit out blood before turning his head back to Grayson, his smile still plastered on his bloody lips.

"Grayson! Stop!" Ethan rushed to his brother, quickly grabbing his hand before he could land another punch. "Let me go Ethan." Grayson said through gritted teeth, trying his best to pull his hands off of Ethan's grip, but the other twin wasn't letting him have it.

"Would you want to spend the night in a fucking jail cell or beside (Y/N) and be there for her?" Ethan said blatantly, and this made Grayson lower his hand slowly. "You're going to fucking pay for this." Grayson growled, pushing the driver hard before finally letting him go, turning on his heel as he left without another word.

Ethan sighed, turning to the police officer to discuss everything that needs to be sorted out.

Grayson on the other hand was fuming as he yanked the car door open, shutting it hard and letting out a frustrated yell, hands slamming at the dashboard in front of him.

What the driver said really hit a nerve. He thought it would be easy enough to blame it all on that fucking asshole but how can he when he knows he's also a big part of the reason why you're hurt too.

No matter what he does, or who he blames, everything just comes back to him.

With a deep sigh, Grayson buried his face in his hands, his tears starting to well up at the overwhelming situation. You were in the hospital, still unstable, maybe even barely clinging to life and the last thing that happened between you two was a heated fight.

Grayson couldn't stop the soft sob from coming out of his mouth just as Ethan pulled the car door open.

"What the fuck was that?" He started, ready to go on a full on rant but when he saw his brother's state, his expression softened, his scowl getting replaced by a deep frown almost instantly. "Gray, don't let what he said get into your head because it's not true. You did not want this, no one wanted this. And it was definitely his fault for being the reckless driver that he is." Ethan tried to talk him out of his constant self-reproach, but the younger twin only gave him a nod.

Grayson stayed in the same position in complete silence, trying his best to compose himself. God he was a mess both inside and out, and he couldn't think of anything to help get his head straight.

"Put your seatbelt on. Let's just go home." Ethan decided to drop it, turning the ignition on and waited for Grayson to get his seatbelt on before driving off.

Once they arrived at the house, Grayson went straight into his room to take a shower, maybe it'll help clear his mind a little.

When the hot water hit his skin, his body started to relax, but his head? Not so much. He just can't stop thinking about the worse, so he quickly got out of that confined space before his thoughts start to suffocate him.

He needs to be beside you, he doesn’t care how tired he is, he just needs to see you, to make sure you're alright so that he can at least keep his mind at ease. As quick as he could, Grayson changed into some sweats and a hoodie. He brought his backpack in his closet and stuffed it with more clothes and other things he needed because he wasn't planning on leaving the hospital until you do.

Grayson slung it over his shoulder before getting out of his room and walking straight to Ethan's room. He knocked on the door before opening it, finding his brother lying on his bed, phone in his hand. "E, I'm going back to the hospital."

"Wait, I'll drive you." Ethan began to stand up, but Grayson shook his head. "No it’s fine, I'm not sure if I'm coming back home anytime soon." Ethan frowned at this but he knew better than to protest.

"Okay, be careful Gray." Ethan noted, getting all concerned because he isn’t entirely sure if Grayson can drive safely with how his eyes show that he's been into his head too much.

"I will. Goodnight bro."

"Goodnight G. I love you."

"Love you too." Grayson gave Ethan one last nod before closing the door heading straight into his car as he made his way back to the hospital.

When Grayson got there, he went straight to where he left your mother only to find no one there. Confused, he turned back around and walked towards the front desk, giving the receptionists your name and finding out that they have finally moved you to the ICU, and this made Grayson worry even more.

He rushed towards the ICU just in time to see your mom getting out of it. "Grayson you're back." She greeted, a calmer expression on her face as she gave him a warm hug. "How is she?" Grayson asked once they pulled away.

"She's in a comma Gray. The doctor said there was swelling in her brain and that there's no certainty as to when she'll wake up but she's going to be okay, she'll get through this, she's a strong girl after all." She gave Grayson's hand a comforting squeeze.

Grayson swallowed the lump in his throat as he nodded, "Can I see her?" He asked, already itching to see her. "Of course, I'm just going back home to get a few things and I'll be right back."

"No, it's already late and it's an hour drive Mrs. (Y/L/N), and you need to get some rest too. I'll watch her, don’t worry."

"Okay, I do need to sort things out with work too. Thank you Grayson, for taking care of her, I'll be back in the morning." Your mom gave him one last hug before going on her way.

Grayson turned to face the door, his hand shaking as he reached for the doorknob, and when he opened it, his heart dropped on the floor.

There you were, lying on the bed with all this different machines hooked up on your body. Your right leg was enclosed in a cast, your arms covered in too many bruises and cuts, and Grayson could not even begin to imagine how many more there are underneath your hospital gown. Your head was wrapped in a bandage with a brace supporting your neck, eyes shut tight and your lips bruised too, but you still looked beautiful in his eyes, you always have.

Grayson didn’t bother to stop the tears from escaping his eyes as he slowly made his way to your side, whole body shaking just seeing the love of his life badly hurt. He dropped his bag on the floor as he sat down on the chair beside your bed, shaky hands reaching out to hold yours, being as gentle as he could scared to hurt you even more.

"(Y/N), baby…" He sobbed, leaning forward as he held your hand against his lips, looking up at your unconscious state as he cried his hear out, mumbling 'I'm sorry' over and over again.

"I'm so sorry baby, I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I'm so sorry this happened to you (Y/N), you don’t deserve this, you don't deserve to get hurt angel." Grayson whispered, shutting his eyes tight as he pressed your hand against his cheek, his heart aching and his breath heavy.

He stayed like that for a while until his eyes couldn’t produce any more tears, and before he knew it, he started to doze off, body slowly shutting down at how stress and worked up he's been and he lets it, falling asleep right by your side.

* * *

It's been two weeks and you still weren’t awake.

Grayson looks and feels like a complete mess.

He has been in the hospital almost 24/7, only leaving to go get more clothes and getting himself cleaned up or when your mom is around to give her some space alone. Ethan came everyday too, bringing Grayson some food and sometimes just to force him out to go home and get some much needed sleep where he was properly laid down on a comfortable bed.

You were recovering still. Your bruises were starting to fade and your cuts were slowly healing. The cast on your leg was still there though the neck brace and the bandage on your head was gone, the cut on your head close to healed.

The past few weeks has been the same thing, Grayson just staying by your side, hoping for the very best and waiting for you to open your eyes.

Every night when or whenever you two are alone, he'd talk to you, telling you how he feels and how much he misses you so bad. He misses your voice, your laugh, your smile, your touch, just everything about you. A few tears gets shed here and there but he's getting better at keeping himself together day by day, knowing he needs to be strong, with you and for you.

Today was no exception.

He was sat down beside you, fingers playing with yours as he kept his eyes fixated on your face, the face of an angel in his opinion. No matter how beautiful and peaceful you looked, Grayson needs to see those gorgeous (E/C) of yours.

"Open those eyes for me princess." He whispers under his breath, intertwining your hand and his and giving it a soft peck. Then all of the sudden, he felt it twitch in his grasp.

Setting it gently back down, he stared at your hand for a moment and nothing happened. He let out a huge sigh of disappointment. Maybe he was just imagining things, being sleep deprived and all. But when his gaze landed back to your face, he saw your eyes slowly beginning to flutter open.

Grayson shot out of his seat, quickly turning to face his brother who was sat in the corner of the room, face buried in his phone. "Ethan! Get the doctor!" He whispered yelled, and when Ethan looked up and saw Grayson's expression, he quickly stood up and ran outside.

His head snapped back to look at you when he heard you groan, and it took all his strength to stop himself from balling his eyes out once he saw you fully awake, eyes open as you scanned the room.

He rushed to your side, taking your hand back in his as he stood there with a huge smile plastered on his face. "Hey angel…" He whispered, an overwhelming amount of happiness overtaking his body. Grayson started to lean down to give you a kiss but when he saw the terrified look on your face he stopped himself, his smile slowly leaving his lips.

You started to pull your hand out of his hold, and Grayson frowned. "Hey, what's wrong?" Grayson tried to touch you but you flinched away, staring at him in utter confusion as you held your hand against your chest.

Grayson's heart stung at your reaction, his hands going limp on his side as he shook his head, not understanding what's going on. Were you still mad at him because of the fight? Did you really mean it when you said you were done?

He waited for you to talk, waiting for you to tell him to leave you alone, that you don't want him here. But when he finally heard your voice for the first time in weeks, he wasn't prepared to hear the words that came out of your mouth.

"Who are you?"

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Synopsis: You comeback from a mission to attend Tony and Pepper’s wedding, only to see your ex, Bucky who you’ve not been together with for a year and the two of you haven’t exactly moved on yet.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 8k (I know, its insane)

A/N: This is a one-shot, I’ve been inspired to write as I listened to some of the songs I’ll squish in linking them in (>). If you see that symbol and you wanted to hear what song I was listening to when I wrote that part, click right on it! If you want it all compiled, here’s the playlist.

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Running late as ever, I’ve just gotten to the hotel suite where everyone’s halfway through getting done putting on hair and makeup. It’s the morning of Pepper and Tony’s wedding, and we are all gushing at how beautiful she looks. Her hair pulled up, and her makeup still on an ongoing meticulous process, while Wanda’s struggling with what lipstick to wear and Nat searching through the hangers to find which dress is for which bride’s maid. When she spots me by the door seemingly lost and pretty disheveled, she pulls me and we start walking towards one of the vanity mirrors.

“Don’t look at me like that! Traffic was pretty bad,” that’s the excuse I give her, which is not exactly a valid one since I came in a quinjet. It’s been a year since I’ve slept at the tower. I was assigned on a mission that necessarily didn’t mean going home for a few months, I didn’t realize it would take me a year before I got it done. And even when I did finish it, I still didn’t go home, explained how there were still possible threats lurking around. Well, there will always be threats everywhere, but there was a different threat I was trying to avoid at the tower, something personal, and nothing bad happened while I was gone that was too bad for them to need my help. For once, we all had a laid back- I wouldn’t say normal, but a bit of peace in our lives. After reversing the effects of Thanos’ snap, life however traumatizing the events were, went on. And It’s been 4 years since that happened, we’re just all happy Tony and Pepper finally are getting married, it’s been years. Everything may go to shit, but they always find a way around it. I hope we did too, but that’s life, we don’t always get what we want.

“If you came home yesterday, we would’ve all started getting ready together!” Nat’s really pissed at me, but I give her my best puppy dog eyes and hug her really tight having not seen each other for a year other than on each other’s phone screens, she gives in but still smacks my arm.

“Hey!”

“You’re still late”

“I’m not, look, you guys aren’t even done with your hair yet,” we pass by Pepper I give her a quick peck on the cheek and congratulate her. “Wedding hasn’t even started yet,” she replies.

“I doubt Tony will let you out of his sight on your special day,” she gives me a huge smile and the makeup artist continues with her work.

“Wanda! I’ve missed you!” I greet her when we get to the table with an excessive amount of makeup scattered on top of it, and her just finished putting on a scarlet red lipstick standing up as soon as she hears me. “That is definitely your color.”

“I know, right? I’ve missed you too! It’s been so long.” We hug so tight and jump like grade-schoolers. We stop when we hear Nat cough behind us. I give her a toothy grin and immediately put my bag down and started getting ready too. We had different styled gowns but all in the same color- pale pink. I’ve forgotten how it feels like to wear one, all I’ve been wearing were civilian clothes or my suit while I was undercover, this felt nice. Wanda’s gown was off-shouldered, while Nat’s was a beautiful tube, mine was a halter that crossed and hugged my neck. I’ve never been comfortable showing my collarbone, everyone else knew, but only he knew why.

I put my hair in a tight ponytail with my hair straight snaking long behind my back, ending just above my waist. I’ve sported a very light makeup look, with a nude lip and gold eyeshadow, and maybe a ton of highlighter, I’ve never heard of it but it’s something I’ve come to immediately adore, it makes the tan I’ve gotten from being on the field look godly. Wanda let me borrow her hoop earrings to which I first declined, thinking my piercings probably healed and closed from not wearing any jewelry in such a long time, but I was surprised when she put in on with ease. Forty-five minutes before the wedding, Pepper gets called by the planner for a photo shoot before the ceremony, and has left the three of us updating each other on the past year’s escapades. As I was trying to find where else I could put highlighter on my body, my ear perks up at Wanda’s words.

“I hope Vision wore the tie I picked out! I told him he should if he wanted the both of us to look good walking at the aisle,” walking? At the aisle? Are they getting married too?

“I thought the bride only gets to walk the aisle?” I say very confused.

“The groom’s men and the bridesmaids walk the aisle first then stop before the altar to wait for the bride,” Natasha replies as a matter of fact “ever been to a wedding before, Y/N?” My eyes grow wide at her response.

“Uhm what?” it took them a moment to realize the reason behind the worry flooding my face.

“I thought you guys ended on good terms?” Wanda asks. Honey, no break up is amicable, at least ours wasn’t. We were on a brink of collapsing, and we ended it before things got worse, before it affected any mission, we thought it was the best decision to make. But all I could remember from the night that happened was me asking if this was really what he wanted to do, and him not having a clear answer, and all of a sudden, we just weren’t us anymore. We still got along, but the moment Wakanda needed one of us for help, I took the opportunity and left.

“We did, I just- didn’t know about this part… of the wedding,” I tried to spur an excuse, but I didn’t want to seem bitter. “Who’s walking with who?”

“Wanda with Vision, I’m walking with Cap, Sam’s walking with Maria,” my jaw drops.

“Sam and Maria?! Agent Hill, Maria?” I’ve never been so confused in my life.

Natasha continues, a grin plastered on her face, “A lot of things happened while you were gone.”

“You bet,” I say raising my eyebrows in disbelief.

“Then you and Bucky,” Wanda finishes the lineup. I try not to throw up. It’s not that bad, right? It’s been what, a year? And we seemed okay the last time we saw each other, he walked me to one of the quinjets, game me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek before I left. It’s okay, we’ll have to see each other sooner or later, and it’ll be fun. Like old friends reuniting, just like how excited I was when I saw Nat and Wanda… Oh who am I kidding? My stomach is turning. I bite my cheek and nod at the both of them.

“It’s gonna be fine! You two are the coolest people I’ve ever met; you two will get along just fine… again.” She smiles at me pulling my hand for me to stand up. We all look in the mirror and check ourselves for anything we might’ve forgotten and left the suite to get to the venue.

The wedding’s being held on a huge field full of flowers with an old castle standing proudly in the background. It was very intimate, everyone knew everyone, with an exception of some of Pepper’s relatives. But the rest of the avengers greet them with familiarity. They probably have been acquainted while I was gone. Carrying my small bouquet, I look around the place walking to a small fountain where the entrance of a maze makes me catch my breath, this place is amazing, it’s just like a fairy tale. I think of exploring it before everything ensues, moving my head up looking at how tall the green walls must be. There was still ten minutes before the ceremony starts, and I plan on using the last ten minutes getting the last bit of fresh air I could breathe thinking of what to do or say when I see Bucky again.

“You lost?”, my ten minutes just flew out the window. Its him, standing in his baby blue suit, the sunlight hitting his features just right to see his beautiful ocean eyes. A hitch in my breath escapes as I take him in, he was once mine. I smile noticing his hair was sleeked back into a neat bun, he’s always hated not knowing what to do with his hair, but knowing what not to do with it, which is cutting it.

“Is this not the set for my Best Friend’s Wedding?” we both laugh, he loved to hate that movie ever since I’ve begged him to watch it with me. He’s never understood what Jules found in Michael to do these crazy things just to get him back. I argued that I only like the ending of the movie where she loans their song to Michael and Kimmy because they still haven’t found theirs yet and he always says why we can’t just skip it all together to that part, and it’s really just because I liked being with him, and hearing his opinions about how he’d never want me to end up like Jules because he wouldn’t think twice about who he wanted to marry, it will always be me, at least it was me.

“You look amazing, Y/N,” my stomach is doing somersaults.

“Not bad yourself, Sergeant Barnes. I’m loving the man bun,” I say raising my eyebrows twice, joking, as he shyly touches his hair.

“Shut up, how have you been?” lonely and regretful.

“Better than ever, it’s nice to be back. And you?”

“Same here, happy to see you back.” I want to ask him how he’s been sleeping, how he spends the rest of his days when missions aren’t at an abundance, what movies he’s watched without me, has he finished all the books I’ve left him? I want to drop the small talk and ask but we stare at each other like idiots not knowing what to do, and when I see him finally open his mouth to say something, a voice shouts making him close his lips tight.

“Hey old flames! We gotta go, we have a wedding to attend to,” its Sam, waving widely when I nod at him. “Damn, Y/N! I see why Bucky’s all over you. You look good girl!” I shake my head and giggle, his humor making me lose a notch of awkwardness I was feeling from being back around Bucky. I walk before Bucky could offer his arm, as I held my bouquet with my left hand and my dress with my right so I don’t trip. I don’t even look back, I try my best not fall in love with him all over again.

We were lining up at the red carpet, the music played by a live band of course, and I feel so overwhelmed to see everyone again, I couldn’t help but squeal. Steve gave me a tight hug and lifted me off my feet, only to put me back almost immediately realizing we might ruin our attires. We laugh and he nods as he sees Bucky behind me, Steve looks at me one eyebrow cocked up and I roll my eyes. We’re the third pair in the line and as the organizer stands at the side with her signal at the ready, we all link up our arms and I take a moment before I take Bucky’s.

“Just like old times, huh?” He lowers his head and gives me a wink. I finally take it and rub his arm with my thumb. I think to myself, it’s Pepper and Tony’s day, I’m sure Bucky’s not on the same page as me. We’re cool people, we should just enjoy this day and not think of anything else, it’s all in the past. The breakup was inconsequential.

I didn’t realize I was zoning out, so when Bucky lightly pinched my arm I look at him and laugh apologetically. The organizer is motioning towards us for our turn to walk. My hold on his arm tightens as we start marching, it takes him by surprise and he puts his left arm on top of mine, I miss this. We start walking and it feels ethereal, I stare at the altar and bite my lips, this felt perfect, I shake my head slowly as I push the thought away. The choir sings heavenly as we stride and I smile as I look up at Bucky and see that he’s beaming. The pathway feels miles long, and I don’t complain, I want it to go on forever. It feels like paradise in his arms with the flowers lined up on the floor, the glare of the sun illuminates the both of us perfectly, I thank the inventor of highlighters, I feel like the goddess that I am.

I’ve always felt alone on earth, I didn’t know which planet I belonged to, when mine was blown into a million specks. I found myself enjoying the austerity of Earth and stayed. Although, I’ve always felt left out seeing couples who have grown old together, with me centuries later remaining the look of a 25-year-old, alone and scared of commitment. Nothing was permanent, it didn’t feel like love when there was no growing old together. And when I’ve met Bucky, deciding I had no other purpose left than to fight for a realm that has been my home for years, I’ve discovered a new reason to continue living. He was my day and I was his night he gave me something to look forward to in the morning, and I was the lullaby he needed in his sleep. We found each other in the midst of chaos not knowing where we both belonged, realizing it was at each other’s arms all along. And as we strode along the man-made garden, everything went in slow motion, my senses grew stronger as the wonders behind me ensued. I hear birds chirping to the music, the winds rustling through the trees, and Bucky’s heartbeat syncing with mine. When we finally come up the end of the aisle, we make our way to the opposite ends of the altar, smile still plastered on our faces. I want to steal the wedding and make it ours, suddenly forgetting all the mistakes we’ve made and only the good things in view.

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It was like the first drop of snow signaling the end of fall, when Pepper came into view. She looked breath taking, I steal a glance at Tony who’s unknowingly shed a tear. He couldn’t believe what was currently taking place, Pepper was a sight to behold. She walks with sophistication, a smile breaks through her lips as she struggles to keep a tear in. I look at them with utmost adoration, this has been the most wholesome thing I have seen above all that has happened in the past few years. We’re all awe-struck at this moment, it’s been so long for the two of them, and it’s finally here. The centuries I’ve lived seemed like a minute compared to what the contentment these two were feeling when the bride finally met Tony and wrapped her arms around his. In their eyes, I’ve seen the eternal bliss radiating from them, my heart was overflowing with emotions. I’ve lived so long, and I have never been to a wedding, I find it incredibly dumbfounding, but I’ve never attended them for the fear of my photograph taken and exposing myself. The past generations weren’t really as open minded to superior species back then, so I kept my distance.

“Peter! Where’s that kid? Oh-“

“I’m here Mr. Stark! I’ve got the rings!” Peter replied as he powerwalked through the aisle, everyone letting out a low laugh. Tony shakes his head when Peter finally reaches them, Pepper giving him a kiss on the cheek as he hands them both the rings. Tony ruffles his hair as he apologized profusely, signaling for him to exit.

“Pepper, I take you to be my partner for life, if it already didn’t feel like forever living with me,” a sound of laughter fills the scene. “I promise to be your companion and your friend, your consolation and disappointment, and maybe sometimes the reason for your disappointment,” Pepper gives a teary chuckle. “your greatest fan and your toughest adversary. I will love you ‘til the end of my days and will always protect you no matter what. You’re the roots that keep my feet on the ground, and I have no idea what I would be without you. You’ve shown me great patience and understanding through the toughest times, and I would everyday try my best to love you more than you deserve.” I can hear the sobs of everyone, this magical moment has been even more wonderful. Tony’s vows surprised me, it’s perfect and simple, it’s how it’s how it’s supposed to be. I notice Bucky’s gaze on me as I give him a smile gentle as the clouds above us, and look back at the couple. I twitter at Tony’s shaking hand as he puts the ring on Pepper’s fingers.

“I feel truly blessed to find something permanent in this world,” a sharp breath escapes my lips as Pepper starts her vows, it’s not even halfway through but I’m already deep in it. “I always find my way back to you, in the toughest times, in my best days, you’ve become my home. I promise to love you ‘til the end of my days, to be your strength when you are weak, to be your heart when you forget that you do have one, and I promise not to get too mad when you work so hard on your hobby,” another round of laughter echoes. “I will support and be there for you always to do whatever it is that makes you happy, and I promise to try not to show my disappointment when you do.” She gives Tony an apologetic smile as he replies with a shrug. “I vow to love you and speak when words are needed and to share silence when they are not.” She grabs his hand and slides the ring through his finger. I didn’t realize I’ve shed a tear when Wanda smooths her thumb on my cheek trying not to ruin the makeup.

A roaring cheer welcomes the newly-wed couple as they make their way to their car. Flower petals raining everywhere, and I whip my hand to make them float making twirls in the wind. Pepper pauses astonished as she looks over where I was and gives a knowing grin. I wink at her, I couldn’t resist it. I could control the elements and a little shower of flowers was nothing. I give her a wave as she and Tony run to the car, where a chauffeur opens the door for them. Before Pepper enters, she lifts her bouquet up, and smirks at me, glaring at her I shake my head as she nods and throws it in my direction. Relief floods over me as it falls on Wanda’s hands. She blushes and Vision takes her hands as everyone continues to bid the couple a quick good bye. Next thing I knew, everyone’s getting into their vehicles ready to go to the reception. I wasn’t exactly in a hurry, I was still hungover the ceremony, I’ve never felt this way before, I can’t believe I’ve never been to a wedding. Nat approaches to inform me to meet her in five minutes at the pavement as Steve gets the car from the parking lot. I nod and walk around for a bit. Lightly untying the ribbon from my bouquet, I throw the flowers lightly as I make a small whirlwind around me, the flowers dancing with the wind, stems falling to the ground. I feel him behind me, before he could even speak and I turn to face him.

“Hi,” I say, the flowers frozen in mid-air.

“Hey, I was wondering-“ he turns scratching the back of his head.

“What?”

“If you wanted to ride with me to the reception… I totally understand if you’ve already got a ride, I just wanted to ask if--“ he spoke way too fast, nervousness obvious in his voice and it makes my heart skips a beat.

“Okay,” I nod coolly.

“Oh okay… Wait what?” a smile emerges from his lips surprised at my agreement.

“Sure, I’ll tell Nat not to wait up for me.” His reaction makes my heartbeat accelerate. It takes me back to the first time he asked me on a date, it wasn’t really a date, but it was the night that started it all.

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(>)

“It’s raining Buck, what do you want to do?” I say as I put a tissue paper between the pages before I close the book I was reading.

“Can we go to the rooftop?” his eyes pleading like a five-year old.

“Did you not hear me say it’s raining?” I’m teasing him, knowing he wanted to go out badly, I knew how much he liked being on the rooftop during nightfall, but I’ve never really interrupted him when he was up there, figured it was his own thing.

“Stop, I know you can make an air shield, so just do that and we won’t get wet,” I’m grinning. This man is spoiled. I wasn’t even prepared for that plan, But I put my book down and I stand up in defeat.

“Okay, Buck fine. Let’s go to your secret lair,” he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the elevator. I can’t help but smile whenever he does, he’s like a remote that pulls me to the channel he’s in.

We get to the rooftop and he offers his arm for me to take. We walk and as requested, I make an air shield above us as the water bounces off it like an invisible umbrella. He takes me by surprise as he pulls me close and starts swaying to a nonexistent beat. It’s dumb, how much I smile around him, my cheeks hurt like crazy but I never let it go. I let a laugh out and he shushes me as he guides my hands to his neck. I inhale, our faces are so close, my heart started beating like wildfire. In a second everything felt more intimate, we’ve been best friends ever since I’ve become a part of the avengers. Bucky and Steve have been the people I’ve most related to, having lived on the planet during the 40’s we kept joking about how everything used to be boiled and how I wished I was trapped in ice too just to get away from the havoc of it all and not feel so alone all those years. I told them everything they missed that were too personal to find on any website or newspaper. I’d never thought I’d meet people I could grow old with, add Thor to the mix who was excited when he first met me, gushing about how he studied my planet as an elective, and was surprised someone survived. It was a sad moment in my history but he’s been so welcoming, saying I could always call him for a space exploration, seeing as how he wasn’t always in the tower. Bucky and I have always enjoyed each other’s company, teased Steve every time he was being fatherly about something, and annoyed him over details whenever he’d come home after a date with Sharon. We’ve always been two peas in a pod, enjoyed a lot of the same things and loved each other’s company. We were each other’s automatics, we’d need someone to help us, we’d call each other; we’d go on a mission and pair off, it would always be with each other, one of us would get sick, and we’d be there to take care of each other. We were each other’s person and right now, in the middle of our little bubble underneath the pouring rain, we’re dancing to the silence, our eyes staring into each other as I take his features in.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for some time now, I just didn’t know how.” His voice sends shivers up my spine. “We promised no secrets, and I didn’t want to break that promise-“

“Bucky, just say it.” I plead, the rain pouring with a new-found aggression, making its impact on the concrete louder.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” my lips part at his confession. I look into his eyes with a mission to search his honestly behind it. And when I see nothing but sincerity, I close the space between us and I kiss him, a soft moan escapes from me, tears stream down my face. I’ve found him, over a hundred years of not knowing where I belonged, I finally found the x mark on my treasure map, and he’s found me. He didn’t expect my response, as he let a small laugh in between our kisses. “I take it you feel the same way, doll?” we pause and I give him a smile I’ve never given to anyone in centuries, the look of intense passion and admiration.

“I do, I love you.” I laugh as I try to keep a sob in, “I’m sorry for crying I just, I’m so happy.” His eyes look a lot gentler, he pulls me into a hug with his arm caressing my back.

“I’ve got you, always.” His words make me too overjoyed that I drop the shield keeping us from the downpour and we don’t bother taking cover as the rain covered our bodies.

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(>)

Now in the passenger seat with him driving, it takes me back to the old times, jazz music blasting through the speakers, the hood of his car open as I let the warm wind on my skin. We drive through a gorgeous countryside, trees on the sides of the road with branches meeting above us like a parasol shielding us from the sun’s sudden bright gaze. I remember the undemanding times of the past, technology wasn’t as mind boggling as it is, and everything didn’t need to be posted on a glass box, that fit right in the palm of your hand. Where all we did was stare at the beauty of the lands around us, forests unexplored and people connected more intimately and personally.

“I’ve missed this, Buck.” He turns to look at me as I have my head on my arm placed on the passenger door.

“Yeah, times we’re simpler back then,” He knew exactly what I was thinking, I could hear the pain in his voice behind his forged smile.

“I’ve missed you.” I say as I grab his free hand. He brings it to his lips and places a soft kiss, almost too soft to even feel.

“You too.” He gives me a genuine look as he continues to hold my hand as we drove to our destination.

The rest of the ride consisted of him updating me of the things I’ve missed during my absence. It felt like I missed a whole decade seeing as how so much has changed. Peter has been residing in the tower, having graduated from high school and is in college studying engineering, and Sam and Agent Hill, god I can’t even imagine, I didn’t know if I wanted Bucky to stop or continue with the story. I was surprised to discover the reason for Sharon not being in the wedding, turns out she and Steve ended it way before I even left, talk about not keeping secrets, and me so oblivious to it, how did I not notice? With all that’s going on about everybody else, I only ever wanted to know about him.

“What about you, how have you been?” I peer at him, squeezing his hand. He looks down and takes a moment to reply.

“I’ve been good,” he shakes his head, “the same since you left.” My smile falters, the distance wasn’t so good for the both of us. I smile for his comfort, I didn’t want to think anything else of the conversation.

“Must’ve been good to have Steve all to yourself.” I raise my eyebrows, him laughing and rolling his eyes.

“Sure, I would give anything to see him try to slosh himself with alcohol over Sharon knowing he’ll never get drunk.” This makes me laugh, I can imagine him desperately trying to forget only for alcohol to enter his body like apple juice. “What about you? I haven’t heard anything from you since you got back.”

I scratch my head and play with my fingers. I didn’t really have a clear answer on how I’ve been. And every chance I had of planning what to say has been taken away ever since he came to me like nothing’s changed. “You could say I’ve been the same since the last time you saw me, but you’ve already used that response.” I laugh at myself, afraid he might see through me.

“Smart mouth,” he shakes his head giving me a quick glance as he turns his head back to the road.

“You loved me for it,” I couldn’t stop the words from coming out realizing how he might take it differently.

“I did, maybe a little too much.” I bite my lips and I slowly pull my hand from his and look out the window. There’s too many memories of us together, it’s like a flash drive was jammed into my head and I was remembering everything. Hearing his heartbeat, I could say the same for him.

We’ve arrived, Bucky runs to my side to open the car for me and I take his hand as I get out, fortunately not tripping on my dress. I immediately spot Nat and Wanda who’s just arrived as well and I walk towards them, thanking Bucky for the ride with him replying with an “I’ll see you inside.”

“Just got home and you’re already back with Bucky,” Natasha teases. I can’t help but roll my eyes at her. The three of us walk inside the venue where a huge tent was splayed and cute string lights hung up the ceiling with exquisite rows of carnation lined up resembling a cloud of flowers above us. It looked heavenly. We find our table, which was #2 and set ourselves in that direction. When we get there, other women we’ve worked with were already sitting comfortably. I wave at Helen and Maria as I get near and they stand up to greet me with an embrace. I find it funny how we’re seated in a different table from the boys, like we’re being segregated to mingle and not let one of us look taken to anyone who’s interested. I’ve heard weddings were one of the places for these types of things. As we get settled in our seats, 5 more women come to sit with us, their faces familiar as they all made an appearance at the tower. The guys were seated at the table right next to ours, table #3 with the usual suspects, Steve, Sam, Bruce, Clint, Peter being adorable as ever, Stephen, Scott, Vision, Rhodey and Bucky. In their baby blue suits and being huddled together, I’m surprised they haven’t broken out and sung a Jackson 5 song yet. Tony must really enjoy this, I mean come on! Baby blue? It’s made the best day of his life even better. And the boys don’t have any reason to complain on their guy’s wedding day.

The buffet has started, and waiters were scattered around putting food on each table. I never even realized I was hungry, when I finished my appetizer thinking if I could ask for more. I couldn’t hold a conversation seeing as how I was too deep into finishing the savory dishes laid in front of me. Just before dessert was served Rhodey, being Tony’s best man stood up and gave a toast to the couple. It was full of jokes and rambling about how he’d always be there to kick Tony’s ass whenever he’d upset Pepper. He gave his best wishes and we all brought our glasses up and cheered on. Before he sat down, he signaled something to the organizer, a grin exposed from his lips. The white screen from corner front of the room lights up, Rhodey made a photo montage, it’s adorable. I turn my chair to face the screen, this was something worth putting my fork down.

The montage was showing the couple’s first photos together from the beginning even when they weren’t even one yet. We see them at his birthday with Pepper smiling by his side trying to hold Tony’s glass as he looked like he was about to fall down. Funky music was playing in the background. Everyone was smiling ear to ear. The photos moved on to when the avengers were formed, Bruce in the background having a serious conversation with Thor as he held stormbreaker, with Peter seemingly on Thor’s side as he stared at his weapon. Where is Thor anyway? He’s probably just running late. There was also one where Natasha was in the background with Scott looking like he was caught doing something.

“What was that about?” I ask Natasha.

“You don’t wanna know,” she smirks at me, an eyebrow raised.

The next set of photos was of them at a beach trip, I remember this! We were on this trip! There was one where Tony and Pepper sat underneath a palm tree, sipping piña coladas, next was one where they were at the yacht at sea, I look closer and there’s me and Bucky conuddling in the background. My cheeks turn incredibly red. I steal a glance at Bucky just as he went to look at me and we both turn our heads down, embarrassed but smiling. The next photo appears as a new song plays, it’s a love song, a ballad, the total opposite of the upbeat music it had earlier; Pepper stands on the rooftop with Tony behind her, his hands on her waist- this was taken during New Year’s Eve, and so were the next that followed. There was one with the fireworks in the background and another couple, with their backs to the camera admiring the night sky, while the man’s metal arm pointed at the sight. I didn’t need the metal arm to remind me who it was, it’s him and me. Another photo flashes through the screen and I see me and Bucky in the background laughing like idiots with his arm around my shoulder sitting on the living room couch. The montage might’ve been made for Tony and Pepper, but it definitely felt like it was ours as well even with just us in the background. I shook my head as I turned back to face the table just as the presentation ended. A grin creeps up my face as I take a bite of my cheesecake.

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The couple makes their way to the center for their first dance and I’m feeling butterflies in my stomach, I’m so happy for the both of them, they deserve this day with each other, they deserve each other. Dream a Little Dream of Me plays in the background, and I remember it being a song that reminds me of Bucky. Come to think of it, every song finds a way to remind me of him. We might’ve broken up, but he’s still my constant. Everyone will age, but not us. It’s automatic, we’re automatic. Is it silly how I’m in someone else’s wedding but I’m thinking about me and him? I guess not. I bet there are people here who’re imagining themselves in their shoes. The smile on Tony’s eyes look like his on cloud nine, it’s contagious, I feel like such a fangirl smiling like a dork as I watched them in awe. As the first song ends, other couples start to join them on the dance floor. Sam reaches out for Hill’s hand as he sauntered towards our table.

“You missed your chance, Y/N.” he teases when he sees me looking.

“I’m heartbroken, Sam.” I joke back as I nod at Maria laughing as they went.

Soon after, Steve asks for Nat and Vision with Wanda. I look at Helen to start a conversation but she’s now occupied by a good-looking bachelor and I wink at her when she smiles at me as she gets up to dance. Great, I’m alone with the five girls who work at the tower who I’ve never conversed longer than five seconds with. I slump in my seat and twirl my glass as I look at the table’s centerpiece. I wish inanimate objects could talk. A light tap on my shoulders bolt me from the blue and I turn to see Peter standing in his adorable suite, his brown eyes sparkling full of youth.

“Hi, Y/N! I uh don’t know who to ask, I don’t really know anyone here other than you guys, and everyone’s pretty occupied… I didn’t mean it to look like I ran out of options, it’s just that you seem to be the coolest here to ask to dance…” he sighs realizing he’s been talking too long, “so here I am.” I chuckle and hold my hand out, his eyes surprised and helps me stand up. I find it cute how I’m a bit taller than Peter, my left-hand rests on his shoulder while the other one in his hand. He’s the brother I’ve never had, he’s a little bundle of joy the tower desperately needed.

His talkative personality entertains me, as we sway to the music. He’s telling me about the new webs he’s working on and how college life has been treating him very well, he seems to be enjoying it. I ask him about girls and a drop of sweat breaks through his forehead. The last girl he tried to take out to a dance turned out to be the daughter of the bad guy he was fighting. I press my lips to a tight line and shrug, “very understandable,” I jokingly reply.

“Who else knows your Spiderman?” it was a basic question, but I’ve never really had time to talk about the personal stuff with him when I was at the tower. It always consisted of jokes and tactical plans for missions. He shakes his head.

“No one does, except for my best friend.” I raise my eyebrow at him, and nod slowly. That must be hard keeping your identity secret. I realize how he’s the only one among us who has the need to, well aside from Scott, but are people really unaware that he’s Antman? I doubt it.

“That must be some best friend”

“He’s name is Ned, I asked Mr. Stark if he could be my plus one but I was afraid he might fanboy over you guys and didn’t tell him,” he ends his sentence with a nervous laugh. I just nod at him, with a smirk on my lips, letting him take over the whole conversation, I’m just happy to see him again.

“No one’s gonna believe me if they knew I danced with you! I mean, gosh you’re Y/N, every guy in my university would be jealous, but of course, as your little adopted brother I would never let anyone of them get near you… if they knew… that I… we’re… close.” He immediately shuts his mouth seeing as he talked way too much again. I laugh at him; the tower would be so dull without Peter.

“I’m trusting you with that,” a deep voice speaks behind me, my partner smiles as I turn to see Bucky. Peter looks like he’s the one who’s interrupted on something, as he gives me a quick hug and excuses himself from the dance floor. Bucky puts both my hands on his shoulders just like he did the first time. I feel a rush through my veins, I didn’t have time to breathe properly. He always had this effect on me. He smiles and I look into his eyes.

“You’re late,” I smirk at him.

“Am I? I think I came here just in time,” I roll my eyes.

“I was actually having a good time with Peter,” I teased as he fakes a look of agony.

“Well, you’ll be having a better time with me, doll.” Here he is, calling me that pet name, butterflies flutter in my stomach.

“We’ll see about that,” I say as he smiles ear to ear. We’re acting like the way we did before, comebacks coming back clean and clever. It’s like he’s on a mission of making me fall for him all over again, did I really even stop loving him?

“About Rhodey’s photo montage, was it just for Tony and Pepper? Because I’ve seen another couple in the background looking a lot happier than they were.” He huffs, I lace my hands behind his neck.

“They did look like they stole the show, don’t you think?”

“I’m pretty sure they were the show, doll.”

“Too bad they don’t get to look like that in photos now,” I bite my lip, he’s taken aback, remembering we’re not together anymore. He quickly recovers and pulls me closer.

“They must be both pretty stupid to end such a beautiful thing” his expression stern.

“Maybe it wasn’t so beautiful if it had to end,” his emotion reflects on my face and before I say something witty to save the mood and keep it light, he interrupts.

(>)

“Y/N, I want to show you something.” I’m stunned, I didn’t expect him to interrupt me to tell me he wanted to show me something.

He leads me to a garden outside the tent, flowers glistening against the last rays of the sun, setting dimly on the blossoms. The remains of a stone gazebo stands in the middle, the roof already gone, with the columns being the only markings of what it was during its glory days. It’s beautiful, I walk towards it with fascination and daze. I touch the remnants of the concrete. I’ve always loved things of the past, being a fossil like myself. It feels like old friends greeting me in the present, I turn back to Bucky with a big smile on my face, “This is wonderful.”

“I wanted to tell you something,” He says as I continue looking at the marvel. I nod at him to continue. “Ever since you’ve left, it’s never felt right. Every time I walked past your room I always prayed for light to seep through the bottom of the door, to tell me that you’re back home, even if I knew everyone would’ve made me well aware if you were.” He laughs nervously. I try to continue exploring the gazebo. His words startle me, but I try my best to look nonchalant.

“I didn’t know if I should call you, I didn’t know how break ups worked. That’s why whenever Nat or Wanda would call you, I would try to prop myself close enough without getting obvious, just to hear your voice through the speakers. It’s stupid how I even get mad when the calls are short, when I couldn’t even muster the courage to call you myself.” I’m holding my breath; my eyes are going to be flooded with tears. I called ever so often just for Wanda and Nat to tell me how he’d react around my voice, so he’d finally call me. But he never did.

“And I know I’m stupid for that.” I blink at him. “Fuck I had one year to practice what to say and here I am still out of words!” he hisses at himself waving his hand in the air as he enters the gazebo, my heart’s pulsating. “All I’m saying is, I shouldn’t have let you get on that quinjet without me, I should’ve said I didn’t really want us to end it when you asked me if I was sure, because hell I didn’t even know what gotten into me,” torment clear in his eyes.

“Bucky”

“When I saw you by the fountain at the ceremony, you looked like a dream. You looked so unreal, you looked like the first blossom in the spring, the one everybody admired but no one dared to touch,” I want you to touch me, Bucky.

“And we walked the aisle, with you comfortably holding my arm just like you always did, I never wanted to let you go. I wanted to walk you to the altar and tell Tony to reschedule their wedding because I had other plans,” My heart is breaking into a million pieces. A pang of anguish sets on me, I shake my head his confession has me speechless, and he looks like he still isn’t done. “ Take me back, please.”

Without a warning, a roar of rain falls on us, Bucky and I don’t move a muscle; and before the first raindrop hits any of us, it stops, mid-air. An air shield wasn’t present, the rain just stood still in an instant. I didn’t even realize it was my doing, until I focused on his deep blue eyes. The frozen rain in the background looking like tiny specks of glitter, darkness making an entrance as the sun escaped. He looks tortured, as he waited for my reply, not knowing if he should add any more words to the speech he’d just given. I walk closer, tears brimming my eyes, it’s just like the first time he told me he loved me. The dusk surrounding us, and the rain but this time still and quiet. Our heartbeats the only loud noise present in our ears. I cup his face and he closes his eyes and tilts his head closer as if its been forever since he’s felt my skin on his. He was my day, and I was his night, and here we are back to where it all started, longing for each other, trying to make up for the past. I search his eyes and see the same sincerity I once found when he first told me he loved me, and I kiss him, passionately, warm blooded and desperately. And he kisses me back with hunger, impatient longing and the same desperation. I feel ecstasy on his lips, an addiction I’ll never recover from, we’re both in seventh heaven, never wanting to go back. We pull away from each other, our nose touching as we both smiled in pure bliss.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he says as I giggle. He puts his hands on my waist and lifts me up in joy. We’re back in each other’s arms, as each other’s constants, each other’s automatics, each other’s classics, old lovers in the present and we’re never letting go.

A few hours and tequila shots later, everyone’s on a high and seemingly tired. I’m sitting happily on Bucky’s lap as I feed him another slice of cake. Poor Peter’s already asleep on one of the tables, Bruce is trying so hard to keep Rhodey from drinking one more shot and Steve’s surprisingly still dancing. The newlyweds have already left for their honeymoon. Right before I move to lick the icing on Bucky’s lip a loud barbaric voice stuns all of us.

“I’m here! And I’ve brought a gift!” Thor slams a huge bottle of what I’m sure is filled with alcohol. He looks around noticing the tent nearly empty with only us inside. Helen Cho suddenly stands up with a new-found energy.

“Hi Thor!” she waves as she immediately fixed her hair.

Sam groans, annoyance too obvious to ignore.

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mysticalreadingnerd · 6 years

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Let Me Warm Your Heart Part 10

Words: 1311

Summary: A wavering mind, shaky confidence and mangled hands. All of this is not new for Credence. But a healing touch and bestowed symbol can work wonders. It can also be dangerous

Warnings: mentions of parental abuse, Credence angst

Disclaimer: I do not own Fantastic Beasts or any of its characters, except the OCs I create. Nor do I make any profits from this besides a sense of accomplishment that my boy is happy. If I did earn, I could kick back and relax instead of dying under law school pressure. GIF credits to the creator.

"Do you think I'm a freak?" Credence asked the enigmatic man in front of him with awe and a slight sense of trepidation, awaiting his answer with bated breath. The memories of his encounter with Senator Shaw came rushing back in his mind, the contempt and derision in his voice echoing in his head. His chest constricted at the possibility that even Graves might consider him worthless and an oddity.

"No" the older man replied, pulling him out of his toxic thoughts, "I think you are a very special young man or I wouldn't have asked you to help me, now would I?" He paused and placed his hand on his arm. Credence was startled by the sudden touch. His mind harkened back to all the gentle caresses that Y/N bestowed upon him. It had been so long since he had been treated this way that he pined for more.

"Have you any news?" Graves questioned in a conspiratorial whisper, the shadows lengthening across his face in mysterious ways.

"I am still looking. Mr Graves, if I knew whether it was a girl or a boy..."

But the older man interrupted him, "My vision showed only the child's immense power. He or she is no older than ten, and I saw this child in close proximity to your mother - she I saw so plainly."

"That could be any one of hundreds." Credence frowned, wondering for the umpteenth time whether he would ever be able to find this kid, whether he was even suited carry out such an important task.

Graves replied in a softer tone, "There is something else. Something that I haven't told you. I saw you beside me in New York. You're the one that gains this child's trust. You are the key - I saw this. You want to join the wizarding world. I want those things too, Credence, I want them for you. So find the child. Find the child and we'll all be free."

That memory seemed like a lifetime ago to Credence now. The surge of self-confidence that it used to invoke in him was withered by his most recent beating. His breath quickened at the thought of his mother lashing him with his own belt.

And to top it all, he had heard no word from Y/N. The worry had long since degenerated into self-doubt and blame. He wondered where he had gone wrong for her to leave him like this, because surely, he was the most likely root cause of her sudden disappearance. For an angel like her to give up on him, he must have messed things up pretty badly.

He felt the helplessness of it all settling upon him like a dead weight, a heavy shroud lined with threads of misery and loneliness. The crushing feeling in his chest returned manifold as he pasted another poster advertising the next meeting.

An abrupt crack resounded in the alleyway where he was standing & he was startled out of his depressing thoughts by the appearance of Graves. With an urgency quite unlike him, the wizard approached Credence and demanded, "Have you found the child?" That question in itself brought forth all his latent insecurities and broke his self-restraint. He whimpered, "I can't." He choked on the sobs threatening to burst from his mouth. He was bound to mess up again just as he had with Ma, with Y/N, with everything.

Comprehension dawned on Graves' handsome face and he said, "Show me." At the thought that he was soon to receive another reprimand, a whimper escaped Credence and he cowered into the wall, wishing it would swallow whole his pitiful existence.

Surprisingly, the wizard took his hand gently into his own and with a caress, cast a spell. The welts and bruises vanished and the pain subsided into nothingness. "Shhh. My boy, the sooner we find this child, the sooner you can put that pain in the past where it belongs."

He moved closer to the younger boy almost as if to embrace him. Credence tensed up. Graves snaked his fingers around his neck, brushing his nape in an almost seductive manner before clicking something in place."I want you to have this, Credence." He looked down to see an unnaturally glinting triangular symbol hanging on a delicate chain around his neck.

"I would trust very few with it - very few...but you- you're different. Now, when you find the child, touch this symbol and I will know, and I will come to you. Do this and you will be honoured among wizards. Forever."

Credence looked at the older man with reverence in his gaze and clutched the locket as he nodded. "And I sense your heart's desire, someone that you seek..." Graves stepped back into the shadows again. All but his eyes were visible, which shone like onyxes tempered in the fires of hell.

Could it be possible? Could he truly know what had happened to Y/N? Tendrils of hope snaked their way into his heart, as if it were a fluttering bird being engulfed in the coils of a snake. "Name it, that what you seek. Your hopes may be answered. Though not in the way you wish." Credence blinked at the words, not understanding their meaning. What...

But the wizard had already disappeared, leaving a baffled Credence staring at the locket with a mixture of confusion and longing. He watched the symbol dangling on the chain and made up his mind. He had nothing more to lose, all he could do was whisper in a faint voice the mantra that used to calm him. "...Y/N", he waited for a beat, wondering whether he had interpreted Graves incorrectly & done the enchantment wrong or if he was a fool to get his hopes high again. Jumping to conclusions like an idiot was just like him...

But a faint voice crackled from the locket, as if a disembodied entity had possessed it. He had the urge to throw it away immediately but on hearing his surname he brought the symbol closer. "...interacting with the eldest of the Barebone children with a view to gain knowledge of the original subject of investigation, Mary Lou Barebone." His eyes widened, this was unmistakably Y/N's voice. But what was she talking about?

"...managed to gain his trust...acquiring information... Credence is an important informer..." The world starting spinning around him and with a shaky hand he grasped at the wall for support. "There was nothing more to those interactions than mere information acquiring."

That was the final nail in the coffin. His heart constricted painfully and his ears rang with a cacophony quite misplaced in the quiet surroundings. It had all been a lie. Y/N, if that had even been her name, had done all of it just to get information on his mother. She had never cared. And she never would.

It was just a façade. An illusion to use him, gullible and foolish as he was to be enraptured by the sweet words and caring touches. Y/N's cheerful face arose in his mind's eye, the smile that had captivated him for so long suddenly twisted into something more sinister, a sly twinge marring the beautiful features into wickedness.

All the memories that had been a source of happiness until now were poisoned with despair. And a hollowness filled his stomach, a pit that felt a thousand times worse than days spent on an empty stomach because his Ma was angry at him and denied him food.

The tears cascaded down his cheeks, hot and salty. His breath came out in strangled puffs in the December air. The earlier pain would have been welcome now, it was almost comforting in contrast to these suffocating, gut-wrenching stabs that filled him at Y/N's betrayal. With a sob that was quite unlike anything human, Credence's upturned world turned black.

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taeverie · 6 years

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Until Next Time—01 [m]

[4:38 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:38 AM] You: Ur kidding

[4:38 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i know the day just started but do you know what i’m craving for breakfast?

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

Synopsis: Who would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // Gaming!AU

Genre: Smut & a dash of humor

Word Count: 5k

Includes: sexting/phone sex, dirty talk

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

A/N: oh man, i can’t believe this is showing its light again either

[10:22:05 PM] erectchim: um. who are you

[10:22:13 PM] seokjinsaga: has left the server.

It starts with a swarm of messages from unrecognizable usernames, one stranger flooding after another. You get a sudden impulse to turn back and explain to the other players that you made a typo in the server name, admitting it is all a mistake, but you freeze when your cursor hovers over the chat bar. All you have to do is exit the game but you choose not to and surprisingly, you hold no regrets.

[10:22:20 PM] erectchim: this is a private server

[10:22:29 PM] erectchim: how did you get in here?

[10:22:48 PM] moonmoon (you): what the hell

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: what kind of dumb ign is moonmoon

You freeze and ponder the bombardment of messages, roaming the snowy map in hopes of your friend showing up in the server. You remain silent for the most part, allowing their messages to build upon one another as you wander from cabin to hut in the game. A part of you hopes your friend makes the same typo you have to hop in and carry the lead- she doesn’t and she is the one who has dragged you to play this vapid game in the first place. The surrounding players slip from your mind until that same user addresses you again.

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: wait, moonmoon

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: what are you, twelve?

[10:25:32 PM] moonmoon: Excuse me?

[10:25:32 PM] moonmoon: Ur one to talk with an ign called erectchim

The moment you reply to “erectchim” the other competitors jump into the convo, each one inquiring you on your identity.

[10:37:02 PM] goldenkook: who the fuck are you?

[10:37:32 PM] minGenius: What the hell, I thought this was a private server.

[10:38:00 PM] Taetosterone: hey, add me!

[10:38:02 PM] rapjoon: has left the server.

[10:38:09 PM] minGenius: has left the server.

[10:38:26 PM] Taetosterone: i still want you to add me

[10:38:29 PM] goldenkook: has left the server.

[10:38:30 PM] Taetosterone: has sent you a friend request.

[10:38:34 PM] Taetosterone: has invited you to join the guild ‘penetration station.’

[10:38:45 PM] Taetosterone: has left the server.

You are rendered speechless as you enter the towering, run-down building as a safety net, the bright crimson of the number zero on the top of the screen to indicate you have no kills; however, you have gained seven deaths from the opposing team within such a short amount of time. You guide your character through the facility and the room dims up when you pass the front office. You feel like you found the safe spot in there game, a standstill where no competitors can find you, but the circuit within quickly breaks and the whole hallway begins to flicker dull, yellow beams. You pan the field view to the left and find another player with the username “erectchim” twirling above its hooded head with a glock in hand. You glide your cursor on top of his avatar, right clicking his profile to have another sheer window open on the side, revealing his divine statistics. You notice he is inspecting your empty profile as well from the lack of motion in his character. About to comment on how long he has been wasting daylight on such a game, something else catches your eye.

[10:40:12 PM] moonmoon: I thought ur ign was horrible but what the fuck is a penetration station

[10:40:22 PM] erectchim: i’m glad you asked

[10:40:30 PM] erectchim: it’s a closed guild filled with a couple of the top players in this game

[10:40:44 PM] moonmoon: So why the fuck did i get an invite

[10:40:49 PM] erectchim: …

[10:40:58 PM] moonmoon: From taetosterone

[10:41:16 PM] erectchim: delete it

Your eyes roam across his two messages over and over while you wonder what would happen if you committed the opposite of his request. It isn’t like you are tied down to this game forever and your friend is not even in the same server as you. Of course you have to attempt your own definition of fun.

[10:41:55 PM] moonmoon: has joined the guild ‘penetration station!’

[10:42:04 PM] erectchim: i am going to fucking kill you

By then you no longer care that you are pestering “erectchim” because his reactions always make you cackle, brightening your night completely. He constantly shadows your jumpy avatar that has no armor whatsoever to protect its health, stabbing the incoming enemies that cross your path for the sole purpose of protecting his guild’s reputation. His patience runs low the second your character falls into the white blankets of your seventeenth death.

[11:00:11 PM] erectchim: you fucking suck at this game leave our guild you kid

[11:00:32 PM] moonmoon: Im not a fucking kid

[11:00:37 PM] erectchim: you sure know how to act like one

[11:00:56 PM] erectchim: hit your command key

[11:00:59 PM] moonmoon: Why?

[11:01:04 PM] erectchim: to turn on your mic

Is he joking? He wants to hear your voice to confirm that you are not a nettlesome child?

[11:03:57 PM] erectchim: hello? turn on your mic

[11:05:29 PM] moonmoon: I ran out of ammo

[11:05:36 PM] erectchim: what a shame. how about you turn on your mic now?

[11:05:42 PM] moonmoon: Fuck off and shut up

[11:05:54 PM] erectchim: what was that?

Aware that he would drag this on for the rest of the match until you fulfill his request, you hit the command key to switch on your mic. He hears you clear your throat as you brace for his reaction. “I said shut up!”

His reaction is instantaneous, pure shock striking him down to the core as you toss his expectations down the drain. He takes a few seconds to comprehend the sound of your voice, tired eyes widening and jaw dropping.

[11:06:07 PM] erectchim: holy shit

[11:06:11 PM] erectchim: you’re a chick?

[11:06:58 PM] moonmoon: Ur turn, turn on ur mic now

[11:07:09 PM] erectchim: you’d have to add me on skype for that ;)

[11:07:14 PM] erectchim: @parkjxmn.95

You could turn down his proposition and shut off your laptop to call it a night, but there is something coasting your mind to add this alluring stranger back. Unexpectedly, you do and that is only the intro to each other’s game.

[11:07:36 PM] moonmoon: Fine

You hesitantly switch windows to Skype, messages from your cousin swamping you incomings. Leaving them unread, you hit the add button, typing his user one by one until his name pops up along with other similarities. “parkjxmn.95: Park Chimchim.”

Snapping the grey button to send a request, he accepts it within an instant as if he was waiting for your invitation the entire time. You inch forward in the cushions of your seat when you see a box with a reflection of your face appear, mimicking every movement- “Park Chimchim is requesting to video call…”

You whisper to yourself, a frown ghosting upon your face. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”

You slam your hand on the space bar in expectations of declining the call, but the automatic select is on that daring green button and causes your microphone to jitter on, white light of the webcam flicker to work, and reveals the features of your face that is being illuminated by your only source of light: the computer screen.

He sits upon his comfortable throne, body wrapping in a maroon blanket and a black tee draping upon his body. Taking a small sip of water, his eyes fall onto the blinding monitor and the moment you accept the call, he chokes and slams the glass down, hand flying to his mouth to shield his harsh coughs.

“Um,” you observe his figure that is clearly in disposition, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he says in between rough hacks, “I- This was uncalled for.”

You giggle and raise the volume on your computer so he can be more audible. “Why? You’re the one who called me.”

“I know, it’s just that I- you’re really freaking pretty,” he admits, softly pounding on his chest. “Wow, and you have nice lips.”

The corners of your lips tug into a slim smile, his flustered behavior emitting a small fit of laughter from you. He props his chin in his palm, eyes gazing at the screen as you mirror that same action to take in his appearance. His washed out blonde hair is like a plush made of golden feathers, eyes crinkling to two crescent moons because he has the look of regale on his face, and chiseled features perfect to the core as if he is sculpted by a Renaissance artist.

He watches you take a deep breath and exhale, the gust blowing a few strands of hair away from your face where a faint pout is beginning to bloom. He catches himself staring, shuddering his body to lean back in his seat. “Ah, I’m Jimin.”

“Y/N,” you let out with a quirk of your lips, “it’s nice to, uh, meet you…?”

“It didn’t seem like it earlier in game,” he jests and drags every fraction of his willpower to hold back his noteworthy remarks.

“Well my bad, you’re the one who mocked my username.”

He chuckles and switches the window back to the FPS, carrying the conversation. “I’m sorry you made the stupid choice of moonmoon. Now get back on the game, I’m going to restart our server.”

“Fine-” you drag your mouse to return to the channel- “and I thought I was only going to play this game once.”

“Why?” He asks and you see him nudge your avatar with its glock.

You close his avatar window and begin to search for any sort of exit within the facility, the flickering lights beginning to give you an eerie feeling along with the rummaged office supplies and disheveled desks. “My friend dragged me in for the bonus items and she isn’t even here.”

His character appears in your field of view, turning around twice to notion you to follow him out the shattered window. “That’s so sad,” he chuckles, “follow me.”

He leads your personifier and his out of the building and catches a few snipes here and there, making sure your character doesn’t reach its twentieth death. The two of you camp out behind a wall of towering shrubs and growing vines that stretch on looming trees. “Let me teach you how to play,” he says but it comes out more as a strict command.

Jimin’s voice is soothing as he walks you through the basics of the FPS, teaching you how to exchange weapons and guiding you to the shadowing parts of the map. Under his guidance it doesn’t take long for you to gain your first kill. Your yelp of excitement causes a smile to blossom on his face. It is only supposed to be one match then you hit the sack, but hours quickly stretch and one becomes two, three, until you hit the eighth at the crack of the night.

“Okay, okay,” you sigh and blink your tired eyes, officially exiting the game to call it a night, “I think I should head to bed now.”

He pouts and closes the window when he sees the green activity button next to your username flicker red. “It’s only 3:36 AM.”

You watch the unhappiness creep on his face but lethargy drowns out everything else. “I still can’t believe you’re in the same timezone as me, good night.”

“Wait!” He stops you from clicking the vermillion button to end the call, “Give me your number.”

At this point of the night you are sure that he thinks he is dreaming. “What the fuck, no, I just met you.”

“Really?” He asks twice to confirm, raising his phone as his eyes glue to the screen, thumbs flying over the pad.

You exert an exaggerated grunt. “Yes, good-bye.”

“Okay, but check your phone before you go to bed.”

Too drained to reply, you end the call and hop into the comfort of your bed, allowing the satin sheets to drape above you while sinking into your mattress. You tug the blankets to your chin, arm reaching across the bed to retrieve your phone on the desk. You have one new message from an unknown number. Hesitant, you open it.

[3:42 AM] Unknown: hi it’s jimin

You stare at the same three words as if they are going to disappear the longer you hope for such a thing to occur. Those three grey dots appear and disappear over and over, Jimin contemplating what words to say.

[3:43 AM] Unknown: i know you didn’t want to give me your number but it was on your skype profile

[3:43 AM] Unknown: i thought it would be kind to ask first

[3:44 AM] You: Fuck off and go to bed

[3:44 AM] Jimin: take your own advice

[3:44 AM] You: I took a nap earlier so its hard

[3:44 AM] Jimin: jeez, fine. good night and sweet dreams

[3:45 AM] Jimin: talk to you in a few hours

You roam your social media for a couple tens of minutes, allowing the effort of browsing to tire you out until your bright eyes are now dark and drooping. Your thumb rests on the lock button ready to shut out the light to really bring it all to a close, but then you get another sudden text.

[4:07 AM] Jimin: idk if you’re sleeping or not

[4:07 AM] Jimin: you probably are and i just want to tell you that you’re really pretty

[4:07 AM] Jimin: and that from what i saw you have a nice body

[4:08 AM] Jimin: i’d like to webcam again later if that’s alright

[4:08 AM] Jimin: well, to talk of course. unless you want to do more as well

[4:08 AM] Jimin: i mean

[4:10 AM] Jimin: fuck

[4:10 AM] Jimin: sorry i’m kinda hard right now

[4:11 AM] You: I said go the fuck to sleep

You knew there was something off with Jimin when you first met on the game, but you wouldn’t expect him to be as open as he is right now.

[4:12 AM] Jimin: i will if you help me out :)

[4:12 AM] You: Living up to your username, erectchim, i see

[4:13 AM] Jimin: i can send an example as well if you want

His flirty jests capture your attention, warm feeling rising in your stomach as you turn to your side to pull on the lamp switch. Who would have thought Jimin would be so… fuckboy? Who would have guessed that you’d bat an eye to someone like that as well?

[4:14 AM] You: Fuck u, oh my gosh i was trying to sleep

[4:14 AM] Jimin: why do you always say that?

[4:14 AM] Jimin: you’d like that wouldn’t you?

[4:14 AM] Jimin: are you not saying anything because it’s true?

[4:15 AM] Jimin: come on, y/n

[4:15 AM] Jimin: you haven’t seen my dick yet, but i’m sure you want it

You haven’t seen it “yet?”

You stare at the message previews, your phone screen the only source of illumination in the dark of your room. You aren’t sure what comes over you, but whatever it is it’s enough for you to turn daring, testing Jimin’s limits to see how far his amorous jokes can go.

[4:16 AM] You: Yeah? what if i do?

Jimin swallows his breath at your reply, not expecting you to play your own set of cards to his suggestive game.

[4:17 AM] Jimin: wait really?

[4:18 AM] Jimin: hello?

[4:18 AM] You: Yeah i guess

[4:18 AM] You: Why?

[4:19 AM] Jimin: cause then

[4:19 AM] Jimin: you can have it.

It is unexpected to him that you would carry on his trifles, but the next message he sends is completely uncalled for.

[4:21 AM] Jimin: [image0425.jpg]

You run your thumb over your screen to unlock your phone, a grainy photograph awaiting you in the messages. You flip onto your back and hold your phone at a closer proximity to your face, vision narrowing on the picture. It takes you a while to put every fraction of your mind to figure out what he sent considering the dim lighting, blur, and grain, but it finally hits you.

Laying over his cotton sheets, his hardened length rests in the gap of his thumb and index finger, boxers peeping out of the grey sweats that now hug his thighs. You clench your teeth, unsure of how to reply, and your mouth waters at the exquisite sight.

[4:23 AM] Jimin: busy?

[4:23 AM] You: No

[4:23 AM] You: Ur bigger than i thought

[4:23 AM] You: Oh and that was fucking unexpected

[4:23 AM] Jimin: sorry, does this make up for it?

[4:24 AM] Jimin: [image0426.jpg]

A sudden wave of desire washes over your body from a mere glance at the graphic. He is on his feet, toes digging into the forest of his carpet, and his whole hand is wrapping around his solid member as if he is jerking himself off- honestly, he probably is. A part of his face is peeping in his poorly taken picture, mouth agape and head tilting. You have seen Jimin’s face before on video the video call, but you never noticed how kissable his lips appear. Nonetheless, you want to beat him at his own game.

[4:26 AM] You: Did u stand up just to take that picture?

[4:26 AM] Jimin: way to ruin the mood

[4:26 AM] You: Are u the jimin i met on that stupid game?

[4:27 AM] Jimin: and i repeat

[4:27 AM] Jimin: way to ruin the mood

There is a line of silence between you two, both unable to render coherent thoughts. You then decide to return the favor; of course, unexpected to him as well.

[4:31 AM] You: [image089.jpg]

[4:31 AM] You: Does this make up for it?

Jimin’s member twitches in his hand as he gawks at your image, your palm sliding into your white laced panties that has a growing wet spot. He falls onto his bed, slowly typing his response.

[4:33 AM] Jimin: what the

[4:33 AM] Jimin: hey i know you just met me and all

[4:33 AM] Jimin: through the fucking internet especially

[4:33 AM] Jimin: but i really want you beside me right now

[4:34 AM] You: Really?

[4:34 AM] Jimin: no i actually want your mouth over my dick but same shit

Same shit?

Jimin appears to be drowning in his hormones tonight. Nonetheless, it is miraculously a turn on and despite the wide distance between you two, the electricity provides a strong enough pull.

[4:36 AM] Jimin: i may or may not want to know how well you can take me

[4:36 AM] Jimin: probably relaly well

[4:36 AM] Jimin: fuck

[4:37 AM] Jimin: [image0442.jpg]

[4:37 AM] Jimin: i’m so hard over a girl i met on the fucking internet can you believethta

From the way his replies are starting to become messy and careless, you can already read into his actions within his room. His hand is pumping rigorously up and down his hard shaft, tightening the grip whenever you reply, thumb grazing the screen to take a peek at the picture and-

[4:38 AM] You: [image090.jpg]

Shit. It’s another graphic of your sex but this time it is unclothed and drenching. With two fingers barely digging into your entrance, succulence coating them already, he lets out a long string of groans. In brevity each other’s swarm of needy texts that flood both screens, erotic pictures every so often, he pops out another question- well, command.

[4:42 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:42 AM] Jimin: let me see your soaking pussy

[4:42 AM] You: What?

[4:42 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:42 AM] Jimin: i know it’s the beginning of the day but i’m already craving breakfast

[4:42 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

[4:43 AM] Jimin: i bet you want my tongue on you as much as i do

[4:43 AM] Jimin: i’d lick you clean over and over

[4:43 AM] Jimin: you should also know i’d make you cum endlessly

[4:44 AM] Jimin: shit, go fukcing film yourself for me right now

You take a moment or two to consider his request; surprisingly enough, you fulfill it, all traces of fatigue washing out of your body. You steadily swipe to the camera app and prop your phone in the soft of your pillows, stripping yourself of your panties and grey tee. You tap the vermillion of your screen, a “swoosh” indicating that it begins to record. You scoot back, dragging your sheets with you, and spread your legs to reveal your deluging slit. Sliding your hands from your knees, pathing to your thigh, you take your clit in between your index and middle finger, duly sliding over it prior to propelling them inside. The sensation is enlivening on the spot, rich imaginations of Jimin fucking you until your senses give out invading your mind. Becoming carried away with the zest of the situation you grab onto your phone to reveal your whole face.

He ponders what’s taking up your time, doubting the fact that you would give into his rousing demand. Well, until the notification pops up on his phone.

[4:48 AM] You: [video18.mp4]

He gulps in expectations of it being you poking another jest at his shoulder, but once he hit play his mind transports to a fervent kingdom and begins to wild for more.

The way you look with your baby hairs sticking to your forehead, beads of sweat dripping from your temples due to the heated session. The camera pans to your chest, showing him your two dales, nipples erect as ever. It slowly shifts to your jerking hand, your middle and index finger stretching you out as your own dew coats the working digits. The squelching sound of your fingers sliding in and out of your hole can be heard more than clearly in the delectable video along with your childish whines.

“J- Jimin,” you pant, “Jimin I want you so bad.”

He marvels at the message, eyes wide and mouth agape. Your comely moans enrapture every fraction of his attention making his mind swirl to the polar opposite of arcadian. The way you look with your lissome fingers driving in and out of your effulgent cunt, broken whimpers of his name hopping off the tip of your tongue, propels him to the brink of insane and all he wants to do is touch you. His hardening member forms a tent in the confinement of his pajama pants, throbbing for relief. Fumbling in his bed, he rapidly pools his jeans and plaid boxers at his ankles, cock springing against his lower abdomen. He positions himself comfortably, back pressing on the wooden headboard as his fingers scurry to replay the perfect motion picture of your sexual desire.

He swallows his breath and lets his clammy palm rub his length lightly. It starts with the rosy tip that has a bead of precum about to leak to the hardened shaft and ends with a fondle of his aching balls, constantly squeezing them as his eyes are gluing to the munificence motion picture on the tiny screen. If it isn’t for the reverberation drowning the succulent melody of your carnality, he would have never noticed your message with his deep heaves and tiny grunts, mind a complete haze due to your intoxicating stunt. Barely able to tap the screen, he reads the message preview through his lustful and clouding eyes.

[4:50 AM] You: Yourt urn

[4:50 AM] You: I dont give a fuck if ur getting tired

[4:50 AM] You: I did it and so can yuo

Inhaling a sharp breath, he opens the message box and clicks on the camera option, allowing you to see a fraction of his enticing paradise.

[4:53 AM] Jimin: [video07.mp4]

It’s brief- lasting for a quick seven seconds- but the wrecked cries of his want for you that he tries to keep silent, hand clasping around his solid member, pink and leaking at the tip as he jerks himself turbulently, and final moan that rips from his throat is more than enough to send you to a seventh heaven.

“Oh, baby. You’re so- ah- hot.”

The croak of his voice mixing with that simple statement provides an audible echo through his own video, your nectar glazing upon your impeding fingers. You can’t exactly imagine how his fingers would feel inside of you, how amazing the sensation would be. The thought of his digits twisting and curling inside of you while whispering obscene suggestions into your ear sets you off enough.

[4:55 AM] Jimin: shit

[4:55 AM] Jimin: can i call you?

[4:56 AM] Jimin: i kind of don’t care that i jsut met ouy

[4:56 AM] Jimin: what matters is that you’re thirsty and so am i :)))

Despite Jimin inquiring, he dials your number anyway and you answer within a heartbeat, his heavy breaths immediately greeting you on the other line. “J- Jimin?” You call, slowing your pace.

“Oh my god,” he grunts, “I love the sound of your- agh- voice.”

You giggle, stopping your tread and he hears the contentment in your groan.

“You’re fucking dripping.” He asks, intent lacing his voice.

You hum, and blow a few messy strands of hair from your face again. “Mm.”

“Gah, who would have thought you’d be in- into this. All hot and needy. I know I said this twice b- but I know I just met you and… Fuck, I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want to slide two, three inside of you- of course you’d be wet to take it all- ah- at once. Wouldn’t you like that? I’d love to see you squirm under my touch. Keep fingering yourself for me, do it.”

You abide to his request, beginning to pump your fingers in and out of your entrance gradually.

“You’re so pretty but I’m sure you’d be even prettier when you beg.”

The deep breaths he takes is audible along with the noise of his hand keeping himself busy.

“I know you’re using your own fingers, but could you imagine how I’d make you feel? How much better? Are you close to cumming?”

You swallow your words, unable to form a coherent response. “I- I am. I’d love to suck you off right now too, please.”

“Please?” He chuckles, “Already begging for it after all the pictures I s- sent?”

You whine and kick your blanket. “You aren’t here with me right now!”

“I really would love to eat you out right now and make you cum until you feel like passing out. I want to see the look of desperation on your face, to hear your whines in person, and to just make you feel amazing under my touch, wouldn’t you like that?”

“I really-” you moan out his name, deftly twisting and curling your fingers around your drenching walls- “really would.”

“I want you to cum for me,” he demands, “now, baby.”

Baby.

The name itself is the match that has set you ablaze, igniting you into an extreme elation. Your fingers slow themselves and become saturated in your desirous juices. The moan you attempt to remain lodging in your throat escapes, prompting Jimin to release his load as well, all over his exposed thighs and bed sheets.

He recalls your video, how disheveled you appeared with hair as messy as if a hurricane just struck, you needy voice echoing in his mind.

With sexual longing now satisfied, you slip your fingers out and sprawl yourself silently on your bed to catch your breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jimin spits out as he plops face down into his pillows, “I don’t know how you did that, but it was the best orgasm I had in a while.”

You giggle and curl into your sheets. “Glad to be of service.”

“Glad you were available, Y/N.” He gulps and hesitates, debating whether or not to voice his final apology- “Sorry though, you know, if this was weird and all because you-”

“- don’t worry about it.” You whisper, barely able to fight the urge to pass out cold. “Let’s just…”

He awaits your response, but nothing else leaves your mouth. He raises the volume on his phone, asking you to repeat the final part, but you’re already knocked out. “Hello? Y/N, did you seriously fall asleep on me?”

He allows the few seconds of still silence to pass prior to ending the call.

[5:17 AM] Jimin: hey

[5:17 AM] Jimin: finish your sentence

[5:18 AM] Jimin: btw you fell asleep on me

[5:18 AM] Jimin: but you can make up for that tomorrow ;)

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