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h0rr0rsaxo · 2 years

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Okay I have one more request in mind! So this can be a little part two to the smutty Vince and Addict fic you wrote, but this is more soft and kinda humorous.

So the morning after, Vince wakes up to Addict tracing his scars and when he seems to tense up a little so she peppers little kisses all over them to try and make him feel better and Vince even notices a few of hers.

When they finally get up, they both are just peacefully eating breakfast until Nightmare just kind of let's herself into Addicts house to see how they are doing and she freezes and notices how they both have hickies, messy hair, and they seem kinda tired, so she puts two and two together and yells something like: "YOU TWO FINALLY DID IT!" and she teases them and maybe tries to high-five Addict who in response rolls her eyes and continues eating her dry ass toast. Vince totally loves it though and happily accepts Nightmares high-five lmao-

(sorry if this is super long but I just thought it was a sweet and funny idea so please take your time and don't do this if you don't want to!!)

[ Sweet comfort - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Addict shows Vince just how much she truly cares for him,

PAIRINGS; Vince x Addict

CONTENT WARNINGS; A hint of angst

NOTE; I kinda got really side-tracted with this, and didn't know how to really include Nightmare in this, but I added a slight twist to this if that makes up for it-- if not, I'll be glad to make a part two!

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

CHARACTER COUNT; 8,995

Addict's eyes fluttered open as beams of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains. She kept her eyes open for a while, fighting the bleary feeling, inhaling the caramel scent that floated through the white sheets, coaxing her to close her eyes to catch a few more minutes of sleep.

Finally, after such a long night of tiring yet pleasurable activities, Vince fell asleep beside her. Her hands found him, swaddling them in his warmth, and she brought them to her cheeks to rub their backs against her skin. He subsciously flushed when she lowered herself to his chest, and began peppering them with kisses so soft it almost made him question if she was even making contact. There were dozens of scars he had been insecure of, littered along his body, but Addict didn’t mind. In fact, she found it all the more attractive.

Addict turned his hands around, rubbing his calluses with her thumb as she admired them and the little scars along his arm, trailing puckers of kisses. Her lips drew a trail in kisses as they made their way up his hands from the base of his palms to the tips of his fingers. She looked up at Vince, who was now awake and whose gaze flew to the other side of the room when it met hers and whose cheeks burned with embarrassment. It was endearing, just like everything else about him.

His scars were her favorite thing. They were warm and rough and beautiful and strong. His hands easily enveloped hers when they walked home together. They were Addict's solace, her sanity, the only thing that could pull her out of whatever hole the world had dug for her. The hands she loved worked so hard everyday. The hands that held her; the hands that protected her; the hands that massaged her aching muscles; the hands that tickled her sides on a bad day and made her laugh even when she didn’t want to.

Once her lips had graced the pads of each finger and every scar along his chest, she turned his hands back around and pressed them into her forehead. Vince stared for a moment, heart racing and breathing quickening, before he pulled her hands to his lips for a kiss of his own. He soon let her go, and a hand made its way to her face—thumb below her lips, index finger on her jaw, the rest of his fingers curled beneath her chin—while the other looped around her waist. They shared a few kisses as light as the ones she'd left on his hands, and when she called his name in that silky voice of hers, Vince thought he was going to faint just from the sound. The hands she adored pushed her back, ready to return all the love she had shown them.

Pressing her back further into the warm chest behind her, Addict places a light kiss on the hand tucked under her head, slowly peppering kisses on the fading scars scattered here and there. A soft grunt sounded behind her, and she smiled knowing that Vince was at the edge of his exhaustion.

“Vince,” she whispered, turning around slowly.

“Last night, after I got out of my shower and stuff; what happened between us,” Vince struggled with his words, but he managed to spit them out. His amber eyes were stern with her, letting her know he wanted a truthful response, “Did the whiskey make you do it in all the hype? Or was that all you?”

Addict was completely taken aback from the sudden question and her eyes went blank for a second. She could feel her cheeks heating up in a blush, but she knew making Adducf wait long for an answer might make him think twice. She swallowed hard, “It was... mostly me.”

“What do you mean mostly?” Vince narrowed his eyes and Addict meekly turned away from his smoldering gaze.

“The whiskey... they gave me the courage to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.” Addict's face felt like it was getting redder and redder by the second. She copped a smile and looked at him, her eyes a bit watery, “I know it’s probably not the most ideal first time between two people like that. I feel terrible it took some stupid drugs to get me to do something like we did. Too pussy to do it on my own I guess.”

Vince was speechless at her detailed answer, but nonetheless he was happy with what he heard. It completely eradicated any insecurity he had about the situation, and he knew exactly how she felt. Between the two of them, as much as he hated to say, it felt like a broken record lately. He could feel that type of tension between them every time they were alone, but neither of them had the courage to act on what they really wanted: each other. If he would’ve had it his way, and didn’t have his countless uncertainties about any situation regarding the girl that now sat next to him, he would’ve taken her up in his strong arms, pressed her up against the wall, and had his way with her.

“It’s alright...” Vince managed to stammer out after an uncomfortable silence, “Sometimes, just takes a lil’ bit.”

Addict nodded and fumbled with the edge of her towel in her fingers, “Well, after last night... what does that make us?”

What did sleeping together make them now? He just didn’t want anything to end; he didn’t want how they treated each other to end, and he sure as hell didn’t want the way she looked at him to end. She was just too important to him to let any of that happen. Besides, at the thought of it, he somewhat liked the idea of potentially being her play thing.

Addict's lips parted in slight awe and she felt the tingling sensation roll around in her stomach. The older Smith brother stared back, his amber eyes unsure of what she was going to do next. Her face became agonizingly hot and she could feel her watery eyes getting even more distraught. But Addict then smiled, completely delighted to hear what had said. Vince relished at the sight of her smile; there was nothing more he wanted than to see that remarkable smile of hers. As much as Addict wanted to climb on top of him and feel his rough, warm skin on her body, the sun was already high in the sky and she wanted to spend her waking moments. Limiting herself until the next time, Addict leaned up next to him, placing her lips on his cheek. Her lips smacked quietly as they left his skin, and slowly, they brushed up against his ear. Her warm breath caressed his ear and she smiled at the sight of goose bumps rolling up his arm.

“I’m yours.”

Addict then rested her chin on his shoulder and stared at him, his amber eyes continuing to stare at the water before them. She imagined everything he had to go through, knowing what kind of pain he had to have gone through during his life. She wondered how close he was to his mother and father before everything happened, but knew it wouldn’t be wise to ask at that moment. Vince, he was mostly alone after his tragedies, and it made Addict feel so powerless. Warmth crawled up the back of her throat and her eyes began to water, and as if he sensed it, Vince looked over at her.

“What’re you cryin’ for?” He asked a bit confused and Addict put on a smile, shaking her head,

“Nothing... just sad to think such a good guy like you had to go through all kinds of shit like that.”

“Good guy.” He smirked while scoffing and shook his head, “Never been told I was a good guy, ever.”

“Well, you know I have plenty before. And it shouldn’t matter what anyone says anymore,” Addict shook her head as her brown eyes stared at him, “People don’t know what you did for me, what you do for others. Let them think what they want. You saved my life and if you didn’t show up... I wouldn’t be sitting next to you right now. And it makes me sad to think I wouldn’t be here with you.”

Vince stared back at her, seeing her watery eyes managing to break a tear from them. He glanced down at her belly, where the sunken in scar of a knife wound glared back at him. It would always be a reminder of what terrible things had happened to her, but her presence, her eyes, her smile would always be there to show that he was the entire reason why she was still alive. He never really believed in God or all the stuff about destiny and fate, but he firmly believed that the woman sitting next to him crossed his path for a reason. Whether it was just her being there to be the only person who never judged him, him being there to be her protector, or them just being together to complete one another, he didn’t know for sure. All he knew was that he never wanted to leave her side, ever.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Vince nodded and she smiled, pulling herself to her knees and turning fully to face him,

“I tell you what,” She said enthusiastically, “Tonight, why don’t we go find a decent place to eat after we finish our motorcycle ride, and then maybe, if you’re up for it, we can go watch Varrick play.”

“I can deal with that.” Vince said, but shrugged, “To be honest, kinda miss your cookin’, darlin.”

Addict laughed under her breath, leaning forward and kissing him on his cheek, “Yeah well when we get back home, I’ll make sure to cook you whatever you want.”

"…I love you so damn much."

#simp party #simp party my beloved #addict and vince hours #addict my beloved #vince became a whole ass softy omg #I stan them #They're so cute and it literally kills me-#we need more comfort content with these two😭

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hinasho · 3 years

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the harder they fall was so good BUT it ran into the issue making fictional stories about real life people always does

#like ‘whooo all black mostly dark skin cast???? OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!’#but then you learn that these are based on real people and then you google and see that the lone light skin woman #(and she really was the only light skin character in the movie lmao)#was dark skin and big #and then you also learn that half of the rufus buck gang is supposed to be mixed black and indigenous including even rufus himself #like they still could’ve kept the cast majorly dark skin (especially in the case of zazie)#but the erasure of their actual backgrounds is fucked #and this all could’ve been rectified if they either a) hired the correct actors or b) just made the entire story based on fiction #the harder they fall #babbles

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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restless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of natasha romanoff, sam wilson, and steve rogers warnings: mentions of nightmares and clingy bucky but it’s mostly fluff about: bucky can’t sleep without y/n a/n: i was going to post this yesterday but i fell asleep :| my computer was literally open and nearly dead when i woke up lmao

today marks one week that you’ve been gone, and with it, the official shortest amount of sleep that bucky has gotten in a week. he supposes it’s sightly pathetic that he can’t sleep well- or, really, at all- without you, but you continuously tell him you chase his nightmares away for him, and without you there to make them disappear, where else will they go but deep into the crevices of his mind, where they’ll hide long enough for him to let his guard down and lull himself to sleep, only to wake up with the ugly memories of things he hoped he’d forgotten. he’s constantly told that his attachment to you is overbearing- not by you, though. never by you- because it must be, with how much he clings to your side, always touching some part of you so that he’s sure that, yes, you’re there. not a dream or an illusion, although you’re good enough to be one.

he misses every part of you; your fingers and the way they run through his hair, trace his features with such tenderness he nearly believes he is what you see, your voice and its ability to transform the most mundane words into the greatest poetry, sing soft songs into his skin until he’s fallen asleep, your eyes and how they examine him in the best way possible, glowing when they meet his.

he longs for you, but he can only imagine your smile, the bitter reminder that you’re probably showing it to some psychopath for the mission you’re on. he hates steve every time the memory is evoked, the panic that comes with your being used as bait for some of the most screwed up villains in the world only returning stronger. he’s tempted to go get you himself, uncaring if he screws up the mission because at least he’ll have you.

stark will call him pathetic, then go to bed with the love of his life, so bucky prefers keeping his thoughts about you to himself, much like he’d like to keep you. you’ve told him you can handle yourself, and bucky never doubts it, having been victim to the using of your skills when he first encountered you as the winter soldier. you kicked his ass then, and you kick any and all ass now.

it doesn’t help his sleeping schedule, though your calls do. he swears you’re an angel because there’s no way a normal human could glow like that through a screen, but you always laugh off his words and simply tell him to turn his brightness down. however, you haven’t taught him that yet, so he greets you with the same sentence every time. his smile is always brighter after your calls, the dark bruises under his eyes reduced as if he got a full night’s rest. it’s your effect on him, and as much as everyone teases you both for it, they appreciate it.

you’re due to come back in a week or two, but bucky is unsure he can wait that long, and judging from your chirpier-than-usual voice in your latest interaction, you’ve finished early, like you always do. he likes to imagine it’s because of him, behind the deprecating voice that screams at him why would it be? (the answer is that you love him and hate every second you’re away from him)

sam scoffs when he overhears him telling that to steve, sitting down next to bucky, “man, there is no way you can tell that from a phone call. even if you could, i know she’s good, but to shave two weeks off mission time? natasha hasn’t even been able to do that.” a proud smile grows on bucky’s face without his permission as he shrugs, “she’s that good,” he brags, choosing to ignore the fake gag sam sends his way.

you frown when he tells you what he thinks on your call a few hours later, lips puckering into a small pout, “how did you know? i wanted it to be a surprise!” you ask through a crackled voice. so much for state of the art technology, bucky thinks, but is glad nonetheless to hear your voice. “i know you too well, doll. you’re really coming back today?”

you nod excitedly, biting your bottom lip. “mhm! i missed you and my bed too much to stay here a moment longer. villains are such pervs,” you complain, nose scrunching. bucky’s jaw sets when he hears your words, immediately thinking the worst. “but, i’m coming back today, so it’s fine. what do you want to do when i get back?”

bucky shrugs, “be with you,” he answers simply, making you laugh. “other than that, dummy. we could watch a movie, have a little date night to make up for the one i missed while i was gone.” bucky grins at this, remembering his plans for that night. “okay,” he agrees, “we’ll watch one of those movies on my list. although sam put some weird ones.”

you concur through chuckles that pass through the phone, reminding him how much you love him. he swears an oath to never let you go again and bites back a yawn that you see right through. “you’re sleeping the moment i get back,” you instruct, and bucky nods with your words, even when the sole idea of your being within arm’s reach is obviously too enticing to pass up for sleep. “whatever you want, doll. as long as you’re here.” he replies, thinking about spending the night pressing kisses to your hair and checking for any injuries you may have withheld from him.

the sentence is dishonest and you both know it, but you leave it at that, missing him too much and sure he’ll rest with how exhausted he must be. you say goodbye without the actual words, only giving a blown kiss and a “see you later.”

bucky spends the rest of the hours without you thinking of you, skimming through the words written in the little blue notebook you got him to replace his old one. that one sits on his dresser, the disuse proven by the layer of dust that covers it. the names he spent hours agonizing over, tracing his fingers over the indents made by the pen, are hidden by its cover. they never fade from his mind, though. only half of the pages of the one you gave him are blank now, and the ones that aren’t are bright and white, inviting him to drop his pen on the lines and jot whatever reference he didn’t understand but wants to. he eyes the names of the movies and shows, some accompanied by quotes that refer to them. “new girl: nick miller,” he reads, remembering how one of your friends said he was the avenger version of the character. “friends: ‘joey doesn’t share food,” sam told him that one when he didn’t let him have any of his chips. he looks at clueless, recalling the way all of his teammates stare at scott whenever the movie comes up. there are a couple pages like this, some of them recommendations and others titles he kept hearing. tonight, he decides on starting a new show, but he leaves the actual show up to you to decide.

you arrive a couple hours later, when stars have littered the darkness that bled through the sky. it’s all very rom-com-filmesque, the way you light up when you see his face- even through how tired you clearly are- and how you jump into his arms, ignoring the ache in your muscles because the way his arms wrap around you seems to make it disappear. he gathers you in his arms and kisses everywhere on your face, treasuring your laugh and the feeling of your lips pressing to his shoulder when you hug him again.

even when you pull away, he doesn’t let go of your hand, flesh fingers tracing small circles into your skin. you don’t complain, even when steve shoves papers in front of you and asks you to sign them with a sheepish look. sam comes by and teases bucky lightheartedly, hounding bucky to let you have both your hands. you chuckle at his request and squeeze bucky’s fingers, kissing the back of his hand, “oh, no, he better not,” you half-joke. he smiles, red tinting his cheeks as he gently draws you closer.

you don’t feel like driving at the moment, and you need to water your plants, completely sure that wanda forgot to do it, so you end up going to your room, even though you spend most of your time at his own room or your apartment outside the compound. you can tell how little the room has been used by the spotless counters and floors, furniture clean of any of the knickknacks you usually leave. you only sleep here when bucky leaves for long missions, his absence is overly blatant when he’s gone, and your plants keep you from feeling too alone.

you usher bucky inside, tugging open your drawers to search for something for him to wear. you grin at the soft fabric under the pads of your fingertips, recalling the memory of stealing them from bucky’s closet to soak in his scent when you couldn’t have the real thing. the considerable use has washed away all traces of him, and you decide that needs to be fixed, picking out clothing for him.

you change into one of his old shirts and make tea while he changes, smiling when you feel his arms wrapping around your waist and kissing your jaw. “what do you want to watch tonight?” he asks, and you contemplate it while you pour your drinks, shoveling spoons of sugar into each one to make it as sweet as possible- his favorite. “new girl, i think you’ll like it,” you reply after a moment.

he unravels his arms from around you, taking the mugs from the counter and following you to your room after you peck his cheek in thanks. “okay, i want to see what this nick miller is all about,” bucky says, making you laugh softly. “c’mon,” he urges, opening his arms for you after setting the cups down. you cuddle up to his side after you grab your computer, setting up netflix and choosing the show.

halfway through the first episode, bucky feels the fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks, hours of missed sleep catching up to him now that he’s finally relaxed and comfortable. keeping his eyes open is a job all on its own, and the sweet smell of your hair combined with the way your fingers move on his chest, softly writing letters and drawing shapes, is too much to resist.

you barely notice when he shuts his eyes, the evening of his breathing alerting you he’s succumbed to his tiredness. you stop the video and quietly shut your laptop, placing it on the bedside table while moving as little as possible. he feels you shift through your efforts, pulling you closer in his sleep. you chase away his nightmares like you always do, letting him sleep his first full night since you left.

he wakes up rejuvenated and embarrassed, sputtering out embarrassed apologies that you shush with kind reassurances and tender kisses. he’s reminded of how wonderful you are when you turn, arms extending to reach into your bag and carrying out a small stuffed animal that you say reminded you of him.

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channiebbang · 3 years

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just listen, trust me.

synopsis: a misunderstanding drives jaemin away from the only person that he should've trusted. when reality slaps him in the face he feels miserable and tries to win his love back. or something of the sort lol

characters: Jaemin, Main Character, Jeno, and a bit of Haechan, Renjun, Chenle, Mark and Jisung.

pairing: boyfriend!jaemin x f.maincharacter

genre: angst angst angst and fluff

word count: 7k (fucking hell it's THAT long?) sorry lmao

warnings: none

author’s note: this took way too long to finish jfvamejgf but i really couldn't come up with a good enough ending. or more like i couldn't write down what i wanted to write lol but i finally finished it heheh i hope you like it and it satisfies the wait i made you go through lol 💛💛

the many things people told him echoed in his head. the dimmed lights of his studio room and the slow, low beat of the music not doing much to brighten up his mood.

she's being too friendly with that one friend of yours, don't you think?

he's warming up too much to her.

watch out, you wouldn't want someone to whisk her away from you, she is a bit naive, she could be affected too easily.

and it would all have fallen to deaf ears, because he was never one to let anyone talk about his personal life, only if one of his closest friends hadn't said something.

"jaem," jeno's voice made jaemin turn to his friend. jeno looked around to their other friends before figuring out they wouldn't let what he was going to say out of the circle.

"yeah," jaemin smiled at jeno, remnants of his laugher from what renjun was saying. jeno cleared his throat still unsure how to approach the topic.

as soon as the news reached his ears he had searched for his friend. he was unsure of the news but he figured jaemin could always ask y/n and they would solve things if it were to be lies. what jeno didn't know at the time was all the other stuff jaemin had heard.

"listen," jeno started, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips, "i.. people are saying some stuff and i-," he cleared his throat again, in nervousness, "i thought i should let you know. i don't think they are true at all! but... one can never be too sure, right?" he asked, voice unsure as his eyes darted to meet jaemin's. the latter's brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what the hell jeno was talking about and he was just about to ask when he continued.

"in case it's wrong then you guys can always just clear it out but i heard this from someone close and thought i would let you know either ways," jeno's hand scratched his neck in nervousness.

"just fucking say it, oh my god," chenle huffed, impatient with the suspense the older was building up.

"i swear to god, if you say something like a joke," haechan warned, mark snorting.

"i'm serious, just," jeno groaned, wondering why he had to be the one to break the news.

"just tell me, jeno," jaemin smiled and jeno felt the already heavy load on his shoulder get 20 kgs heavier. he took a deep breath. all in one go, he thought, just like a band aid.

"y/n is cheating on you."

and jaemin's world fell apart.

everyone could have been wrong but jeno? could jeno be wrong too?

silence. total silence followed as jaemin's smile fell and his eyes stared ahead to jeno but not really.

he thought about y/n, thought if he could picture her doing anything like than and the answer came right away, even before he finished his thought. no. just no. she could never. but they always said it's the people you least expect it from. but y/n? she could never... right?

"what the fuck are you talking about?" it was mark who had spoken, the defensive tone evident in voice as he did nothing to mask it and jeno looked away from jaemin's eyes to the eldest.

"y/n could never, she's not like that," renjun chuckled drily, in disbelief.

"jeno, are you sure about this?" haechan raised a hand in front of him to assess the grave situation.

"that's what i said. i heard this from someone who's reliable, i can't say who, though."

jaemin cleared his throat catching everyone's attention. he gulped the lump in his throat before he looked around the group.

"i'll handle this, don't worry."

that was all he said but even if he sounded calm and collected, his eyes said a different story, and his clenched jaw showed a different side of the coin. and as much as they wanted to believe he would handle it with care with y/n, they saw the storm coming even before he did. because jaemin's eyes were on fire, he was aflame. and that uncertainty he had before had just been consumed with jeno's confirmation. jaemin's tipping point was reached. as he turned to walk away a hand grasped his arm.

"jaemin," it was jisung, jaemin waited for him to go on.

"she would never do that." was all he said.

the ding of his phone's notification brought him back from the memory. he reached out to his phone deciding this could no longer be avoided. he was determined enough. with these thoughts running in his head he dialed y/n's number and pressed the phone to his ear.

"hello? jaem?" she answered, and he sighed because how could she sound so angelic, and how was he supposed to confront her when he felt his heart tighten just by her voice. he sucked up the weakness he felt for her when she called out his name again.

"hey, where are you?" he asked softly, but no matter how much he tried to conceal it, the coldness in his voice seeped through.

"i'm at the cafe near my apartment with kyunhae," she giggled and at the mention of the name jaemin saw red. what the fuck was she doing with him?

"when will you be done? i need to talk to you," he deadpanned, voice colder than y/n had ever heard and she felt at alert right away. why was he talking like that?

"jaem?" wonder laced her voice as she silently asked what was up but jaemin said nothing.

"it's urgent," he specified and y/n had asked him to pick her up right away, sensing something was wrong. and jaemin was left confused to stare at his phone again.

how long are you gonna pretend you care about me? why are you doing me this dirty? why are you faking caring about me?

with those thoughts he had gotten up, whisked his jacket from behind his bedroom door and out of the house he was.

as he drove through the streets he tried to think again, he tried to figure out again if she could really have cheated on him. he was desperate for it to be a lie but then again, jeno had confirmed it, hadn't he?

could the girl that held him so tightly when they slept, cheat on him? could the girl he grew to love so much do this to him? how could she even think about it when she cried during children's movies, had ice cream cravings out of nowhere, cried in his arms, clinging to him when he had almost fainted from low blood pressure, helped him stand back on his feet whenever he was sick, babying him through the whole process. how could she cheat on him when she kissed him so softly, as if he was the most precious thing she had, when she held him so close as he murmured sweet nothings in her ears, when she looked at him with so much love when he smiled, when right as he laughed he would look over at her and she would be staring at him. her excuse? she loved seeing him happy. how could the same person that confessed her love for him in between shallow breaths, gasps and whines as he made her feel good be the same person to cheat. how could she make him feel so loved and so important if it was all fake.

it took him a total of twenty minutes to reach the cafe. he parked the car outside as he texted y/n he was out front. he waited for her leaned against the side of his car.

the door to the entrance to the cafe opened and y/n walked out first, face turned behind her as she laughed with kyunhae. jaemin's hands balled into fists as he watched the interaction, the anger swam in his veins as he watched y/n collide her fist against his in a fist bump before calling out a text me later.

y/n turned out front to jaemin and the way her eyes seemed to genuinely spark up in bright stars as soon she saw him had his heart clenching in pain. how long have you been mastering this act? how can you look this genuine?

"hi, handsome," she gushed as she pressed her chest to his, arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. jaemin gulped, eyes trained to her relaxed expression, eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips as she hugged him standing on her tippy toes. his arms shoot out out of habit as they went to wrap around her waist before his hands hovered over her frame. he couldn't do it. he couldn't pretend everything was okay.

as y/n didn't feel jaemin hug her back she pulled away slowly, her eyes looking up at him as her arms slowly fell away from him.

"jaem?" she softly called him and his eyes met hers, cold as ever. her hand raised to rest on his cheek in affection but before she could touch his skin, his fingers wrapped around her wrist and stopped her in her tracks. y/n's brows furrowed in confusion.

"let's go," he simply said as he stepped away and opened the passenger seat door for her, y/n looked at him for a few seconds more as he looked to the side and waited for her to get in, so she did.

the silence was eating y/n alive as she fidgeted with her fingers, suspecting something was wrong. she raked her brain, wondering if she did or said anything wrong but it all came empty.

"jaem?" she tentatively called for him. jaemin waited for a few seconds before he hummed in acknowledgement, but even that small sound seemed cold, colder than he had ever been.

"is something wrong?" she softly asked, hand reaching out to grasp his and intertwining their fingers before resting it on her lap. but as soon as the back of his hand rested against her jeans clad thigh he shook off her hand to grasp the wheel again.

she sat frozen, eyes trained where their hands were, her hand still in her lap the same way he had shook it off. what did i do so bad? she wondered.

"i'm driving," came his excuse but she knew something else was up. he had never rejected her touch like this.

"if something is wrong please tell me, i'll help you," she shook off the hurt before turning to him and sending a small smile, eyes pleading, but jaemin stared ahead, silent.

a few minutes later jaemin parked the car in his apartment building garage before swiftly getting out and waiting for y/n. it took her a few seconds before she was out too. they made their way to the elevators. the elevator came, they got in, and it went up to jaemin and his friend's apartment floor. all in silence.

jaemin walked in first, leaving the door open for y/n. as she closed the door behind her she made eye contact with jisung. the boy smiled warmly at the girl and stepped towards her.

"oh! didn't know you were coming over, want some?" he raised the hot pot of ramen, seemingly on the way to his room, and y/n smiled shaking her head as she took her shoes off.

"i ate, but thank you," she smiled warmly and jisung threw her a thumbs up before walking to his room and closing the door.

y/n walked into the apartment looking around for which way jaemin went before her eyes fell on his seated figure in the living room. everyone seemed to be in their own rooms apart from mark, who stood in the kitchen.

"hey," he waved, a warm smile on his lips before his eyes shifted jaemin and his smile dimmed a bit, y/n waved back.

she shuffled towards jaemin, still confused as to what happened.

"jaemin?" she called for him, his head snapped her way before he slowly stood up.

"do you have anything to tell me?" he asked and y/n thought hard and careful if she had forgotten anything but came up with nothing so she timidly shook her head, hands picking at the border of her tshirt. the one that belonged to jaemin.

"did i forget anything?" she murmured, head low as she felt guilty for forgetting something that affected him so much.

"you have nothing to tell me?" he repeated, a scoff following and y/n looked back up at him, her brows furrowed.

"okay, let me ask you this," he said, hands resting on his hips as he looked up at the ceiling. mark watched, debating whether he should leave or not, but then choosing against it, someone had to try and do damage control.

"what is kyunhae to you?" at the new question y/n's brows furrowed even more.

"jaem what are you reaching at?" she asked, confusion eating her alive. jaemin's eyes sent daggers her way and she realized that she never wanted to have that gaze on her ever again.

"answer my question; what. is. kyunhae. to. you?" he asked again, emphasizing his words. the agitation clear in his voice as he ran a hand through his hair. mark stepped into the living room area.

"jaemin, chill," he tried to calm the younger and prevent him from saying anything he would regret later. this wasn't how he thought jaemin would handle things.

"why can't she just answer?!" jaemin exclaimed. the more she delayed her answer the more anger rose in him. her lips quivered seeing a jaemin she had never seen. he had never talked to her like that, with so much hartred.

"he's just a friend! that's all! why are you asking me that!" she answered, her voice a notch higher as she felt attacked. the way he talked to her made her feel defensive. she had never felt attacked by him and she was scared, she didn't know what happened, why he was acting like that. but no matter how naive she was she wasn't stupid.

she heard what people said about her, she knew things reached jaemin's ears in the past and she had done everything in her power to show him he was the only person she loved, only person she cared about. that he was her everything, her all. she had gifted him with a matching promise ring, to reassure him that she was his, always will be. she had told him not to listen to anyone, only her. she loved him, she really did. that's why she always told him when she would be out with kyunhae, she wanted him to know that whenever he needed it she will drop him and come running to jaemin. because jaemin was her priority. she had told him about meeting him today too but jaemin had forgotten it seems.

"then why the fuck do i hear different things?" he all but screamed and y/n stood frozen on her spot, scared. he had never raised his voice at her, much less in the process of accusing her of anything.

"i swear jaem," her voice came out in a trembled whisper as jaemin breathed heavily, "none of it is true, i swear," she pleaded, her eyes stinging in desperation. she needed him to believe her.

"you're lying," he shook his head, an empty chuckle leaving his lips as he threw his head back in disbelief and anger, "you've been lying for who knows how long," he muttered and y/n's brows furrowed, offended.

"i have never lied to you," she breathed out, before she remembered mark standing nearby. she took two quick steps towards him, taking a hold of his hand softly, "jaem, let's talk about it in your room, okay? let's solve this," she pleaded as she softly pulled his hand but jaemin snatched his arm away from her.

"no," he shook his head, "we're gonna do it here, so you can't lie to me anymore," his voice rose as he pointed around him and y/n's eyes blurred in frustration and hurt. how could he be like this.

"jaem what has gotten into you?" she asked, voice a tremble as the first tears threatened to spill, "please, i don't want to lose you, let's calm down and talk about this," she pleaded again.

"if you didn't want to lose me you should've thought about it before you cheated on me!"

y/n felt her heart break at his words, she felt like he had pushed her off of a building, she felt like the ground was snatched from under her feet and she was left falling into the void. the emotion swam in her expression.

"what's going on?"

mark's head snapped towards renjun and haechan's figures as they stepped out of their rooms and into the living room, eyes widened in alarm shifting from y/n to jaemin and then to mark.

mark shook his head. the three looked at y/n, her emotions set on her face and they knew right away they had the whole situation wrong. jaemin had it wrong.

she didn't look alarmed, caught in the act or guilty, she looked down right betrayed, hurt, and deceived.

"i did nothing of the sort, jaemin," her voice came out offended, disbelief swimming in her tone.

"jaem," haechan walked in front of his friend, partially blocking y/n's view, "that's enough, calm down," he muttered lowly, only jaemin hearing him. jaemin shook his head as he pushed haechan away softly.

"no, i need to know why," he insisted, "why would you do that to me? why not just tell me?" he asked again.

"i didn't do anything! i understand you heard it somewhere but hell, jaemin, at least ask me before you assume the worst!" she exclaimed her arms raising and dropping by her sides.

"and you're still fucking lying to me!" he raised his voice again in exasperation.

"i have no reason to lie to you! why are you saying all this to me? how could i ever do that to you, jaem?" her voice grew quiet at the end, just the thought of his implications finally sending the tears tumbling down her cheeks. jaemin scoffed.

"exactly, how could you do that to me?! all i ever did was treat you with care, i always put you first!" he countered again, the vein in his neck popping.

"jaem, you're not listening to me, please, just listen to me," she pleaded a sob escaping her lips as she stepped closer t him, her hands grasping his cheeks in desperation for him to look at her eyes, to believe her, "i love you, i would never ever do anything like that, please trust me, let them all be, just trust me."

but jaemin took a hold of her hands and let them fall in between them.

"what if it's someone close to me that told me," he scoffed stepping away.

"jaemin don't," renjun interfered, standing in front of y/n, blocking her completely from jaemin's eyes.

"just go home y/n," jaemin shook his head as his fingers ran trough his hair and he turned away.

"yah, you're exaggerating," mark called him out and jaemin threw him a glance.

"then why bring me here? why do this in front of everyone when you could've done that when you met me, why this whole thing?" she asked quietly. she didn't know what she felt, she didn't know who this person in front of her even was.

she understood jaemin, she really did. hearing so many things from so many people must've played with his head, she understood it. but fucking hell she wished he had talked to her about it, about all of it. she wished he didn't lash out on her, she wished he had just remembered who she was and how much she loved him. she was a person too, wasn't she? she could get hurt too, right?

when jaemin didn't answer she hurriedly turned around, making her way to the door. she fleetingly saw the youngest two silently standing in front of their door at the commotion but she paid no mind to that. all she wanted was to go away. y/n felt so lost, so betrayed; why didn't he believe her? why didn't he just ask her?

"y/n wait-" haechan tried to call back the girl but she was already out of the door, quickly walking to the elevator and pressing repeatedly on the button.

"fucking hell jaem, is this how you planned to handle it? really?" renjun scolded the black haired guy. jaemin sat on the couch, head in his hands and eyes brimming with tears. suspiciously all their phones dinged one after the other. chenle and jisung looking at each other in confusion as they were the only ones to notice.

mark ran out of the apartment slowly coming to a stop in beside of y/n. she kept her head down, tears dripping on the floor from the tip of her nose as she sniffled.

"y/n," mark took a hold of her elbow, "wait for a second, you can't leave alone. it's late, I'll take you home, hmm?" he tried to persuade her softly, careful not to be too loud. but she shook her head.

"thank you, but i need to be alone," she whispered, her shoulder shaking as she took in a harsh breath. mark's eyes softened.

"let me call you an uber, at least?" he offered again, hand caressing her hair in affection but she shook her head again.

"I'll be okay," she muttered as the doors to the elevator dinged and opened. y/n took a step forward before coming to a stop when another pair of shoes came into her view, she stepped aside muttering a sorry.

"oh, y/n..?" jeno's voice was surprised, his phone held on his hand and his eyes wide. he looked at mark, who held the most disappointed look on his face, brows furrowed. jeno looked back at y/n in confusion.

she looked up at his voice and the sight of her wet cheeks, red nose and swollen eyes sent an alarm to jeno. his eyes widened as he stammered.

"fuck, y/n, I'm so sorry- i didn't know-" jeno was at a loss of words as realization dawned on y/n and she smiled bitterly.

"it's okay," she simply said as she walked into the elevator and waited for the doors to close.

jaemin looked up as mark and jeno walked into the apartment, just at the same time as jisung and chenle stumbled out of their rooms, phone grasping in their hands.

"hyung, you gotta see this," chenle shoved his phone into jaemin's face. the latter took in a deep breath, taking the phone from the younger.

"jaem," jeno muttered, eyes remorseful, "i'm so sorry," he solemnly muttered out, and jaemin furrowed his brows in confusion before looking at the screen of chenle's phone.

under the instagram picture, written in bold letters, the words "SHE SAID YES" and the small line underneath "thank you y/n for helping me make it even more memorable" were mocking him. and as jaemin ran his fingers through his hair for the nth time that evening and gripped his roots in a vice like grip, his eyes scanned the picture. the picture of kyunhee and who he assumed was his fiancé now. jaemin felt like the biggest idiot in the planet.

so as y/n helped kyunhee with the preparations of his engagement party with the biggest smile she could muster up, the happiness she painted on didn't quite reach her eyes. jaemin had tried again and again to contact her but y/n made it a point to ignore all his texts and all his calls, only using her phone when extremely needed.

she helped her dear friend through the whole process, never missing a beat to tell him and the lucky girl how proud she was of them both.

kyunhee felt guilty taking her help, so much so that y/n had screamed at him to not give her the pity look. she had explained that she needed the distraction and after much thought he let her handle whatever she wanted.

he told himself if he ever came face to face with jaemin he would've made him taste his fist, but he knew they would resolve their misunderstanding. of course they would, they loved each other infinitly after all.

y/n was surprised when two days after the break up her mother came knocking on her door. at first she had thought jaemin had called her and as soon as she was about to send her mother away, the older woman had told, "i knew something wasn't right, i could feel it." and so y/n had her dearest mother at her apartment, making sure she got the energy she needed and she ate well.

jaemin on the other hand was lost. completely lost. he beat himself up for how he had talked to y/n, he scolded himself for not having talked it out. he regretted not listening to her when she was asking for him to listen.

he tried calling her a thousand times. he tried texting her from the boys' phones and every time he would let a dry laugh out when she would reply "tell jaem i don't want to speak." he knew his girl knew him too well and he felt worse every time because how did he let go of her? what an idiot.

so it was with a heavy heart and jaw clenched in embarrassment that jaemin was standing in front of a building, waiting for the one he misunderstood. truth be told, he was nervous, for what he still didn't know but he had a hunch.

"jaemin," a voice pulled him out of his thoughts and jaemin turned to his right to come face to face with a poker face kyunhee. he cleared his voice, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"hey, i hope i didn't mess up your schedule, i can only imagine how busy you are," jaemin smiled a tight lipped smile. kyunhee stared at him for a second before deciding to be cooperative for y/n's sake. he grasped jaemin's hand and gave it a firm shake before letting go.

"you technically did," he sighed, jaemin's brows furrowed, a confused sound leaving his lips, "mess up my schedule. i had an appointment i had to cancel," kyunhee said, arms crossing over his chest. jaemin blinked for a few seconds before muttering a soft sorry in embarrassment. silence fell upon the two guys. kyunhee's eyes stayed put on jaemin's wavering ones. he could practically see the wheels turning in the black haired guy.

"what the hell are you guys doing?" kyunhee sighed then. jaemin's eyes snapped on him, eyes wide in alarm.

"i-i'm very sorry for misunderstanding your intentions. i really am," jaemin blabbed, kyunhee rolled his eyes.

"why are you apologizing to me when the person you should apologize to is somewhere else?" kyunhee asked as a matter of fact.

"she doesn't want to talk to me," jaemin whispered, eyes looking away and jaw clenching. kyunhee scoffed catching jaemin's attention again.

"yeah no shit she doesn't," the newly engaged one spat out and jaemin let out a humorless snicker, head nodding.

"you acted like a total dick to her, i don't even know how she hasn't blocked you yet," kyunhee shot again and jaemin listened, for he knew he deserved it. the former's eyes softened for a second at jaemin's obvious miserable eyes, before hardening again.

"oi, dickhead," he called jaemin, foot kicking at his shin, jaemin ducked to hold his shin out of instinct, eyes snapping up in despair.

"oi! what was that for?" he called.

"i won't tell you to go to her place and beg for forgiveness, because quite frankly, that's not going to work," kyunhee deadpanned and jaemin nodded, hanging to his every word.

"give her time, jaemin, she's hurt," he continued.

jaemin stared at the floor at his feet as he thought. guilt enveloping him in its arms as usual these days. he took a deep breath again and looked up at his girlfriend's friend, he offered a small smile.

"thank you, really," jaemin muttered, genuine gratefulness in his voice, "for holding her up, i know it should've been me but i'm glad she has a friend like you, i'm really sorry again."

"it's okay, don't worry about it. just think about what kind of pose you need to hold when you're begging on your knees for her forgiveness," kyunhee bit back in a lighter tone, feeling weird about all the formality. jaemin snorted the real smile in a while, grateful kyunhee got rid of the heavy serious air around them.

"congratulations on your engagement, by the way," jaemin clapped the side of kyunhee's arm and the latter thanked him, before a thought hit him and his eyes squinted as he looked at jaemin.

"uhhh why are you looking at me like that?" the black haired one asked, an unsure tone to his voice.

"you know what? why don't you..."

"the place looks so pretty!" y/n turned to her mother with a proud smile as the older woman looked around the engagement party venue with sparkling eyes, "you did a great job, love," she turned to y/n and lovingly caressed her face.

"thank you, mom," y/n giggled, her hand grasping her mom's as they made their way through the crowd.

the venue was decorated in hues of white and lilacs, the stage at the front of it was decorated with fresh flowers and thin branches giving it a very fresh look.

her eyes lit up when she saw her dear friend and his fiancé in the distance.

"let's go say hi to kyunhee," she told her mother as they made their way towards the couple.

it was thirty minutes later, when y/n was enjoying her time with a few friends and their families that the murmurs started.

at first y/n didn't pay any attention to it because who cares if a handsome guy was at the party, she was already taken. well. not anymore, but that didn't change the fact that her heart lay where jaemin was.

so imagine her surprise when she turned around to look around the place and her eyes fell on none other than the handsome guy everyone was talking about. na jaemin.

as soon as their eyes met y/n's head snapped towards kyunhee a few meters away, talking to another guest, and the piece of shit had the audacity to smile at her and throw a wink before returning his eyes to the guest.

jaemin slowly came to a stop beside her, back as straight as a wooden plank, shoulders tense. he threw a tight lipped smile around the few people surrounding him as he greeted them.

"jaemin dear?" y/n's mother's eyes sparked up in adoration and y/n smiled softly at the scene as her mom engulfed a chuckling jaemin in her arms, hands grasping his face softly as she gushed over him.

"how long it has been, love, how are you?" she asked and jaemin chuckled before patting her back and stood back up straight to look at her.

"too long, sorry i couldn't come to say hi sooner, i was stuck with all the assignments i pushed back," he apologized, ever the gentleman and y/n's eyes stung a bit as she blinked.

"ahh you study so well, but don't neglect your health," she smiled again as she hugged him tighter and jaemin nodded hugging her back. what he didn't expect was the words the older woman whispered in his ear as she pulled away.

"make things right, love, fight for each other," and she gave him the most loving smile as she said something about enjoying the evening and walked to a group of ladies.

jaemin's eyes fell on y/n and she looked away as jaemin stepped up beside her as she pulled away from the small group, saying something about getting a glass of prosecco.

she threw him a side glance as she stopped at the table.

"why are you following me," at the sound of her voice jaemin let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. his hand twitched to hold hers.

"i wanted some prosecco," he muttered and a small smile pulled at his lips when she blushed in embarrassment before nodding and moving away with the glass in her hand, jaemin doing the same. the two stood at the side in silence.

"y/n," jaemin called after a while and y/n hummed, her eyes trained to the live band, "i'm very sorry," he whispered. y/n stopped in the middle of taking a sip before detaching the glass from her lips.

"i don't want to talk about it, jaem," she muttered before taking the sip, finishing the content in the flute all in one go. jaemin's hand rested against the back of her waist in reflex.

"slow, you're gonna get dizzy," he muttered and y/n could hear the worry in his tone, and she hated it because how could he sound like that after all he had said.

there were a few things that put jaemin's worry at rest. that assured him that y/n was still is girl. he felt a small smile tug at his lips when she called him by his nickname, when she didn't push away his hand on her waist, his chest puffed out, and when she nodded at his words of worry he felt himself relax a bit.

"you're beautiful," he muttered loud enough for only y/n to hear as he took a sip of his prosecco, eyes set on her as she turned around with narrowed eyes, only to blush like crazy when her eyes met his. jaemin's eyes held an intimacy she couldn't hold right now. he let out a deep chuckle when her chest and neck set up in flames.

they stood there side by side as they watched the many couples dancing. jaemin's eyes would settle on her every few seconds, so much so that she could feel it every time.

"what are you two doing?" y/n's mother's voice made the couple's head snap to the side. y/n made sure a soft smile settled on her lips as her mother's friends followed her.

"who's this, y/n?" one of them asked, curious eyes settled onto jaemin, the latter giving a polite smile and a bow as he muttered his hellos. before y/n could answer, her mother chimed in.

"oh! this is jaemin, i told you about him! he's my daughter's boyfriend, such a gem, let me tell you. sweetest boy i ever met," she gushed, and y/n's panic stricken eyes met jaemin's smiling ones. her eyes narrowed at his pleased look.

"oh my, he's so gorgeous! you're absolutely stunning, dear!" one of the women smiled as she caressed his cheek and jaemin chuckled, muttering a thank you.

"well, what are you two doing here? go for a dance!" y/n's mother ushered as she pushed them to the clearing, where other couples were dancing.

y/n made to protest and push back but her words got swallowed up by the encouraging giggling of the older women as they stumbled upon the floor.

y/n looked at jaemin as he settled his prosecco flute on the tray of a passing waiter.

a few minutes later the two found themselves slowly swaying to the music. one of y/n's hands in jaemin's as his other hand rested against the middle of her back. his thumb brushed slowly in a comforting manner, so much so that y/n found herself stopping from leaning her head on his shoulder out of instict.

jaemin's eyes stayed on her features as hers looked anywhere but him. his heart hurt that she didn't want to even look at him, but he also understood. he had hurt her deeply, after all.

"y/n," he called, voice loud enough only for her to hear. she hummed in acknowledgment, "look at me," he tapped his thumb against her back and she reluctantly looked up at him.

"i'm sorry," he squeezed her hand, and she remained silent. she didn't know what to say. what do you say to sorry when you can't say it's okay? do you ignore it? do you say i heard you? do you just nod? what do you do?

people say sorry and expect everything to be fine, they say sorry when they know the answer is going to be it's okay. but, to y/n it wasn't okay, it couldn't be okay. she didn't know if it would be anytime soon or anything. all she knew was that she was hurt, extremely hurt. so she couldn't say it's okay.

she loved jaemin tremendously. so much so it was scary. she loved him so much her chest hurt sometimes, her lungs felt like giving out and her heart felt like squeezing the life out of it. it was painful how much she actually loved him. she felt like crying if she didn't ignore how much she actually loved him.

not because it was unhealthy, but because she knew she would give it all up for him. she couldn't dwell too much on the love she harbored for him, she just had to live with the knowledge that she loved him a lot. she knew if she tried to think about how much she loved him she would cry so much it would worry him. and she didn't know how she could ever explain that.

because how do you explain to someone you love them so much you want to cry because your heart hurts, it hurts so much because even your heart is too small to contain that much love. because you love everything about them, all of it. and you know how cheesy it is when people list out all the reasons why they love someone but your love is different; you can't pin point what exactly you love, you can't pin point what makes you happy about them, and you can't bring yourself to just find one physical attribute you love about them because that would be a lie, because that's not why you love them, and you can't say personality because as much as that's the closest thing as to why you love them, it's not quite there yet.

you just love them. the essence of what and who they are, with all their flaws and imperfections and all things perfect, it's just them entirely. it's their ability to smile when they're hurting, it's the way they make mistakes and they learn, the way they just are. and you can't explain it so you just accept it that when someone asks why you love them you'll just have to say a measly i love everything about them, and as cute as that sounds it's so basic and so underwhelming to what you actually feel but that's all that you're able to say.

so y/n stared at jaemin's eyes and her eyes stung and moistened up because she could feel her heart hurting, because she let herself actually feel how much she loved him. yes, he hurt her. yes, she was in pain. but the pain she felt from loving him was so much greater and so much more overwhelming.

jaemin was quick to softly push his hand on her back and encourage her to rest her head on his shoulder, knowing how much she hated crying in public. she gladly took the support, resting her forehead on his shoulder. he hushed her as his lips pressed against her hair.

"you hurt me," she said, and jaemin rested her hand clasped in his on his other shoulder, fingers squeezing hers, arm tightening around her back.

"i know, i'm so sorry, really, i'm so sorry, princess," he muttered, lips pressed to her hair.

"i felt like i lost everything," she started, voice trembling as she forced herself to not cry, "everything we build up, everything we went through, i felt like i lost all of it. i tried to care so much for you, i tried to show you how much i loved so hard, but i-" her voice choked, "-i felt like i lost it all, and you wouldn't even listen to me. i was so alone, i felt so alone," she continued, and jaemin's eyes stung as he listened to her, because that was all she needed; for him to listen to her.

he brought her hands behind his neck as he grasped her face in his hands and pulled her back to look her in the eyes. he sent her a soft smile as his thumbs caressed her cheeks.

"i'm so sorry i made you feel like that. i'm an absolute asshole,-" "yes you are," he chuckled as she interrupted him, "i will make it up to you. i swear, i will, please accept my apologies."

his lips downturned as she shook her head before his brows furrowed in confusion when she rested her head back on his shoulder and crossed her fingers at the back of his neck.

"make it up to me and maybe i will," she spoke softly and jaemin smiled fondly as he rest one arm around her waist and the other rose up to caress her head lovingly, and y/n's eyes closed at the action, a smile pulling at her lips.

"deal," he chuckled, before he smiled teasingly, "i'm surprised you didn't cry, you crybaby," he teased and she mutter a fuck you.

"why would i cry," she scoffed and jaemin laughed at her words.

after a beat of silence, "i read somewhere if you clench your butthole right when you're about to cry it stops the waterworks, guess it works."

and jaemin laughed loudly as she shook in his arms from her own laughter.

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You're Insufferable (Bucky Barnes x Reader) MoxMas Day 31

Warning: marijuana use, that's really it

Word Count: 1,856

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (mentions 'she' once)

Summary: Your friend drags you to an underground party and you met Bucky, who immediately falls head over heels for you.

Prompt: Fluffy, pretty, ‘princess’ character meets emo, grunge, moody character at a trashy christmas party and accidentally (drunkenly) makes them fall for them.

A/N: So this is Bucky, but really it's Frank from Endings Beginnings lmao. I just don't like that name so he's Bucky. Crossposted on moongoddessmox! All feedback is encouraged and welcome! Thanks for reading! This concludes MoxMas!!

MoxMas Masterlist | Prompt List 2

“Maybe I should do a different shirt? I don’t know how I feel about the white tank,”

“Y/N, you look fine, come on!” your friend, Nina, yanked your arm and pulled you from in front of the mirror. You had spent the last ten minutes trying to figure out what was wrong with your outfit. It was a yellow plaid pencil skirt with a tucked-in turtleneck tank top; you had dainty gold chains over the shirt and chunky heels with frilly socks that peeked out from the top. You were trying to decide if you should put an oversized jacket over it, but something other than that felt off.

“For the love of God, Y/N, it looks great, we’re gonna be late,” Nina threw your denim jacket at you and waited by the door. Her arms were crossed and an annoyed look was on her face. You rolled your eyes at her and slipped on the light blue jacket. She was dragging you to one of her underground parties, this one was in an abandoned subway station and was not your vibe, but you loved your friend so you agreed to go with her. She wasn’t really annoyed with you, you just tended to be the cause of tardiness every single time and there was a girl she was looking forward to seeing.

You followed her down the dusty steps of the station, loud music blared from somewhere nearby and echoed through the tunnels. You walked by people dressed in baggy jeans and jackets, most of them had beanies on and smelled of weed. Some others were dressed in dark skinny jeans and t-shirts, you swore you walked into a Converse ad. As you entered the main area, you were met with a dancing crowd and smog of marijuana. There were only a couple people dressed similarly to you but they were off with their friends and only gave you a nod of welcome as you traversed the abandoned station. Nina found the girl she was smitten with, a blue-haired, dark-skinned baddie with looks that could kill. You engaged in conversation with them for most of the night.

A couple hours in, people had created a mosh pit on the empty tracks, bumping and pushing each other to the music that played. Ice Nine Kills, Nina had told you. A band whose music was themed around horror movies. You couldn’t deny it was good, it made you almost want to get in the pit yourself. You settled for the circle pit on the platform though, a much safer option for someone who didn’t want to get knocked in the face and bleed on the crisp white tank on their body.

After going around and around the circle pit, jumping and running and laughing with Nina and your fourth alcoholic drink in hand, you had to take a break. It was nearing the time that you would take off your shoes and smoke a stranger’s blunt, so you scanned the crowd, looking for the perfect victim. That’s when you spotted him, a dark-haired, mysterious man sitting in the corner with a perfectly wrapped joint hanging from his lips. He watched you come to a stop in the pit, eyeing him and drunkenly walking toward him. He brandished a smile and sucked in a large puff of smoke, releasing it in your direction as you stood in front of him.

“Care to share?” you asked, your words slurring ever so slightly as you reached your hand out. He flicked his eyebrows up and picked the blunt from his lips, tipping the mouth end toward you for you to take. You smiled and grabbed it, your fingers brushing against his thick ones before holding it to your mouth and taking a long, deep drag of it. The longer you sucked, the bigger the man’s smile got, until you released it with a long, smooth exhale. He expected you to cough, to feel the burn of the smoke make your throat coarse and force you into a fit of coughs as you tried to breathe. But you didn’t. It was almost seductive, the way you released the neverending stream of smoke until your lips curled into a smile.

“I’m Bucky,” he said, tipping his head back a bit as if to project his voice up to your standing figure.

“Y/N,”

“I know,” he said as he took the blunt from you. You furrowed your brows, you didn’t remember meeting him before, you wouldn’t have forgotten such a beautiful man.

“Yeah? How’s that?” you asked as you sat on the empty milk crate beside him, crossing your legs to close the gap in your skirt. You traded the blunt back and forth as you spoke.

“You were at the last party, the one in the water tower. I’d remember that preppy little outfit any day,” that was it. That’s what was wrong with your outfit. You wore the exact same thing to the last party. Your cheeks became flush, embarrassed that he probably thought you didn’t wash your clothes. Not that he seemed like the peak of cleanliness.

“Also, I know Nina, she doesn’t shut up about you,” he shrugged and dragged on the joint again, exhaling the smoke and watching the crowd. They were dancing to Christmas music covers by indie and punk bands now, a much more appropriate playlist seeing as it was Christmas Eve.

“Funny, she doesn’t talk about you,” you joked, offering him the last puff. He smiled and looked down, shaking his head and letting you finish off the weed. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, the red Christmas lights that hung haphazardly around the lengths of the brick walls illuminated his face. You couldn’t see his eye color, it was shadowed by his brows and he was tinted red from the lights.

“So, do you always wear the same outfit to these things?” he looked at you, his smile never fading.

“Believe it or not, I actually have a full closet of outfits,”

“Ooh, a full closet you say? So, you just really like this one or something?” ugh. He was intoxicating. The way he felt comfortable enough to joke around with you made you ease up a bit.

“Listen, Buck, that party was so long ago I didn’t remember that I wore this,” you rolled your eyes.

“Funny, I remembered, isn’t that what’s supposed to matter?” he took a swig from his near-empty beer.

“Only if it’s someone important who remembers,” you smirked, unsure if that joke would be a step too far but being too drunk to marinate on it. Luckily, he laughed. A good, hearty laugh.

“I guess you’re right,” he shook his beer bottle, the last sip swishing around the bottom, “I need another, wanna come with?” he looked at you. God, she’s beautiful.

“Sure, but how about we get it somewhere else?” you winked. His eyes flashed to yours, before trailing down your body. Bucky smiled wide, perfect white teeth in full view before he slid his tongue across them. He stood up, straightening out his jeans before extending a hand to you. You took it and groaned as you stood, the ache in your feet present now with the pressure. You paused, leaning down to unclasp your shoes and take them off, holding them by the straps as you took his hand again. You tapped Nina on the shoulder as you walked by, telling her that you were leaving.

You and Bucky walked down the dark sidewalk in search of a bar that would be open. After block after block of zero luck, you decided to take a break from walking and sit on the curb of the empty street.

“I probably shouldn’t drink anymore anyway,” you chuckled softly. You rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder, a closeness you’d only share with a stranger after being intoxicated. He welcomed it though, the warmth of your body relaxed the chills the cold winter air caused him. You folded your arms over your chest in an attempt to get warmer, a skirt and tank top was a poor choice of outfit. Bucky noticed, taking in the sight of goosebumps on your face and neck. He slipped off his corduroy jacket and laid it over your shoulders. You accepted it, surprised that he would offer his one thing of warmth to a stranger.

“Thanks,” you muttered, resting back on him. He smiled and wrapped his metal arm around you. The arm took you by surprise, it was black and gold, and fuck it was cool.

“We should get you home,” he said against the top of your head, before helping you stand up.

By the time you reached your apartment on foot, you had sobered up quite a bit and got to know Bucky more. You stood on the steps, slipping off his jacket and handing it over to him. He took it and folded his hands underneath, pressing it against his chest. He watched you fiddle with the end of your own jacket, not wanting to part from him quite yet.

“Well, I should probably let you go in and get some rest, you had quite a busy night,” his voice was warm and light, he motioned randomly with one hand that he slipped out from under the jacket.

“Yeah, you’re right, running around town with some rando really exhausts you,” you smiled at him, “honestly, I’m surprised you’re not inviting yourself inside,” Bucky chuckled, looking down and flashing his eyes up at you.

“If you want me to come inside, darling all you have to do is ask,”

“Oh?” you took a few steps down to be closer to him, “well, who says I even think you’re cute enough to warrant such an idea?” your voice was lower now, seductive and waiting, waiting to see how he’d react. Bucky took a step closer as well until the clouds of your cold breath were one and the same.

“Maybe it is me who would like to come in, maybe you make my heart pound, and the thought of being away from you without so much as a kiss goodnight makes my stomach churn,” he was whispering, eyes dark and looking slowly between your lips and your eyes. Your stomach was consumed by butterflies. Swallowing hard you leaned forward until your lips almost touched. His eyes were locked on yours. You could see the color now under the street light, the purest, most beautiful blue you’d ever seen.

“But if I invite you in, you’ll see that I don’t actually have different clothes, my closet just looks like a cartoon character’s wardrobe. The same outfit labeled for different days,” you pulled away with a chuckle and a smirk. Hiking back up the steps, you turned around when you reached the door.

“You’re insufferable,” Bucky laughed. It was hard, almost a cough but it was pure. A release of sexual tension left his body with it and he was left wanting more, enticed by the chase.

“Goodnight, Buck, and Merry Christmas!” you blew him a kiss before disappearing through the door.

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You're Insufferable (Bucky Barnes x Reader) MoxMas Day 31

Warning: marijuana use, that's really it

Word Count: 1,856

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (mentions 'she' once)

Summary: Your friend drags you to an underground party and you met Bucky, who immediately falls head over heels for you.

Prompt: Fluffy, pretty, ‘princess’ character meets emo, grunge, moody character at a trashy christmas party and accidentally (drunkenly) makes them fall for them.

A/N: So this is Bucky, but really it's Frank from Endings Beginnings lmao. I just don't like that name so he's Bucky. Crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes! All feedback is encouraged and welcome! Thanks for reading! This concludes MoxMas!!

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