#you can see the gears turning at the start of the 3rd gif lol

[midwestmade29]

Unexpected 🩵 (Part 3)

The 3rd and final part of the story is here! I'm conflicted about what part of the story is my favorite...it very well could be this one! Thanks for reading along if you made it this far. I hope you enjoyed picturing Eddie like this just as much as I did 🖤 Word Count: 1,319 Divider by: @saradika-graphics

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Part 3 disclaimers: Pregnancy, ultrasound descriptions, description of labor/labor pains, newborn baby.

Be sure to read [Part 1] and [Part 2] first 🙂

The final countdown is on! Soon it won’t be just you and Eddie anymore…

The next 3 months went by in the blink of an eye! You now had a slight baby bump that Eddie loved resting his head on and talking to whenever he got the chance! He never missed a doctor’s appointment, happily sitting by your side and holding your hand while staring in amazement as images of your little baby showed up on the screen in black and white. “We did that, Ma. We made that!” he said completely mesmerized. The ultrasound tech giggled along with you at his commentary! “This is the part of the ultrasound where the sex of the baby will be visible. If you’re not wanting to know, go ahead and turn your head to the side now. It should only take me a minute to get what I need.” The tech cautioned. You and Eddie whispered to each other debating on whether you wanted to know what you’re having or not. “I don’t think I can wait that long to find out! It’d be a lot easier to get things ready if we know ahead of time,” you pleaded your case. “That’s true but think of what a huge surprise it would be if we waited to find out until the baby is born! Everyone would be on the edge of their seats waiting to hear the news,” was Eddie’s rebuttal. “Alright, I have everything I need with this part of the ultrasound. This is your last chance to find out the sex! Would you like to know?�� Eddie studied your face, already knowing your answer. You were just waiting on him to cave in! “Yeah, we wanna know,” he laughed. “If you can see where the little cursor on the monitor is, that’s where to look. Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

“That’s my guy! Looking like a little alien right now though. Hopefully when he comes out, he won’t have my mug. Let’s pray he looks like you!” Eddie teased as he peaked over at the sonogram pictures the tech sent you home with. “Oh hush! If he comes out looking like you, he’ll be one handsome little guy. I know for certain he’ll be strong, stubborn, and tough as nails like his daddy! He’ll probably make me worry with his shenanigans and give me gray hairs like his daddy does too!” you teased. The rest of the car ride home was filled with laughter and exchanging thoughts, hopes and wishes for the sweet baby boy you and Eddie can’t wait to meet.

You and Eddie were in the baby’s nursery sorting and going through all the gifts you had gotten at your baby shower over the weekend. Boxes of diapers were stacked in the corner, tiny clothes were hung in the closet, and boxes of baby gear that needed put together sat in the center of the room. Eddie stood with his hands on his hips staring at everything around the room, shocked that someone so little needed so much stuff! “Love, I don’t even know what half this shit is! A bouncer? Swaddle blankets? A sleep sack? Are we going to be raising a potato?!” he knew he was being ridiculous, but it made you laugh so he continued. “And don’t even get me started on a bassinet! This kid already has the Rolls Royce equivalent in a crib! Does he really need a bassinet too?! I’m pretty sure his mattress is better than ours. Seriously, touch it! It feels like a freaking cloud!” Your belly bounced up and down as you laughed, making the baby shift around inside. “Ouch!” you exclaimed. “I think his foot is in my rib. Oh, he moved again! Come here and feel how strong his kicks are!” Eddie placed his large hand right where the baby’s foot was, letting out a hearty laugh when the baby pushed against it. He lowered his face and pressed his lips against your stomach and whispered “Go easy on your mom, wild man! I’ll teach you some moves when you break outta there in a couple months!”

It was now time for the main event! You had gone into labor on your own 3 days after your due date. Eddie was on an airplane on his way home to you, leaving Dynamite immediately after you called and told him what was going on. Both of you knew that it could take hours to deliver your little man, so that gave each of you some comfort knowing that Eddie had a little time to spare. It would crush him if he missed the birth of his son! You tried breathing through the pain as it rocked your entire world, a nurse encouraged you trying to help you get past the strong contraction. Your moans and groans filled the hospital room the more frequent and stronger your contractions got. The door to your room burst open, Eddie walked right over to you and instantly grabbed your hand. He was out of breath asking the nurse all kinds of questions about everything that was going on and she answered them all kindly and patiently. “T-took you long e-enough,” you teased. “I know love. I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner! You’re doing great, baby. Toughest little Mama I’ve ever seen!” The hours ticked on, bringing you that much closer to holding your sweet baby boy in your arms. Eddie was in awe of you and your strength as you handled all the aches and pains that came along with being in labor. He never left your side, continuously telling you how amazing you are and giving you words of encouragement when you needed them the most. When you felt like giving up, he wouldn’t let you. “You didn’t come this far just to give up now! You’re a badass baby. You got this! I know you can do it. Come on, breathe with me.”

“Congratulations mom and dad!” the doctor cheered as she placed your beautiful baby boy on your chest. Tears flowed freely from you and Eddie, your little man joining in eventually. “You did it, love! You’re incredible. I love you so much!” Eddie whispered against your forehead. He leaned over the side of your bed, staring at his newborn son as the nurses started cleaning him up a bit. “Wrinkly little thing, isn’t he?” he joked. “Edward! He’s perfect, wrinkly or not. I can’t believe he’s finally here.” While the doctor took care of you, Eddie was with the nurses and your son getting his official measurements and getting him all nice and cozy in a hat and blanket. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as you watched Eddie talk sweetly to his son, beaming with pride when the baby boy gripped his pinky finger. He shouted over in your direction the baby’s length and weight, making you laugh at his stunned expression. “You really carried 8lbs 6oz inside of you?! How is that even possible!”

Seeing Eddie hold the precious little baby the two of you created was as amazing as you thought it would be. He stood at the foot of your bed, swaying back and forth trying to soothe the baby when he started getting fussy. Your phone was already filled with gobs of pictures of your little family, your favorite being one of Eddie touching his nose to his son’s with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his face. He caught you staring and walked over to your side. “How’s our little Mad King doing?” you spoke softly. “Good, I think. Might be getting hungry,” he replied as he placed the baby in your arms. “And how’s the big Mad King doing?” before Eddie responded, he leaned over and kissed your lips, pulling back afterwards and whispering against them, “I’m great little Mama, amazing actually. Thank you for this gift. Thank you for giving me a son and loving me. I’ll never forget this day as long as I live.”

[jackiequick]

Your in love, aren’t you? • The Flash Fanfic ⚡️

HR Wells and Lea O’Conner One Shot | The Flash Fanfic ⚡️

“HR your in love, aren’t you?” Lea asked with a grinned, standing in front of the taller man.

“W-what? Me? Me in love? Noooo!” HR tried to defend himself but his eyes said otherwise.

One thing that every Wells they met so held strongly was their eyes and mannerisms. It’s one thing she noticed the 3rd time around with The Wells crew, as much as Harry likes to deny him ever being compared to the others, it was clearly there.

“HR. I can see it in your face and your hand gestures today, matter a fact this whole week.” Lea pointed out with her hands on her hips.

“Maybe.” HR admitted with a goofy grin on his face, “Okay, I am in love!”

“Ooo who’s the pretty girl?”

“Tracy.”

“Tracy?!”

“Yes it’s her!”

HR was grinning and started to blush a bit. It was the cutest thing, rarely do you ever see a Wells blush. Grin like an idiot, yes. Blush? No. Lea started grinning brightly at the sight. HR was one of kindness and most sweetest people she knows, of course Tracy would go out with him.

“I just don’t know how to woo her.” HR admits with a smile fidgeting with his drumsticks a bit.

Lea sat down and nods, “What do you mean? HR, honey, all you gotta do is ring in that classic Wells charm.”

“How, flower? I-I don’t know how women on Earth 1 like to woo..”

“Awwww! First off, if she likes you back then Tracy has great taste in men. And secondly, buy her a small bouquet of flowers and a size small of favorite coffee.”

“Ohhh! I can add a little custom note, like a poem.”

“There you go! Use that writer brain of yours HR. Your a Wells, your clever than anyone.”

HR grinned brightly bouncing up from his chair and with a flicker of his wrist placed his hat on his head. Always a flare for the dramatically sweet moment. Lea laughed a little, practically seeing his gears turning in his head. Always happy to help a friend like him.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, flower! I know excited what I’m going to do!” HR yelled excitedly and pulled her into a adorable embrace, placing a kiss of her forehead always grateful for his friends.

She laughed hugging him back tightly, knowing all he needed was a small push. “Your welcome, HR! Now go on before it’s too late, it’s 2:31pm already!” Lea replied with a smile.

“R-right! I’m going now, don’t tell anyone okay?”

“Of course not. Theses lips are sealed, I won’t tell a soul.”

“Promise? At least until I tell Cisco.”

“I won’t tell anyone, HR.”

The writer of Team Flash left with a grin, not before grabbing his black jacket and almost stumbling out the door in excitement. Once she was sure he was gone, she smirked with a dazzling look in her eyes.

“I’mma go tell Caitlin.” Lea said with a cheeky smirk to herself and raced off to the top floor.

—

⚡️ Thank you for reading this short one shot. I hope you enjoy it!

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[halstudandruz]

Had Me By Halftime

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Based off the song Had Me By Halftime by Morgan Wallen

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I know this game was on a Monday but we’re gonna pretend it wasn’t. Also I know there’s different rules to cornhole, but I did the 21 or bust version for sake of the story.

You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags

When I caught your name at a corn hole game

You and your friends had decided to tailgate at the Chicago Bears game. You were in your last semester of college and your group had collectively decided to forego buying tickets. Not wanting nosebleed seats, but knowing your broke college student bank account would not offer many other options. The parking lot was crowded with Bears fans; scattered Minnesota Vikings fans sticking out in the crowd. It was surprisingly warm for a Chicago October. You had just finished a game of flip cup and informed your friends you were going to get food from a nearby food truck, your best friend, Madison tagging along. You hadn’t made it far from your group when you made eye contact with a handsome man. Slowly walking you heard him talking to a man about the same age as him,

“Adam come on!” He exclaimed.

“I am not playing against him, he might as well be a pro.” The brown haired man shook his head.

“Don’t take it out on me cause I’m better than you.” Another good-looking brown-haired man from the group laughed shrugging and throwing an arm around a pretty blonde girl who wasn’t even paying attention to the men, already conversing with a group of girls. The handsome dark skinned man groaned seemingly pouting. Grabbing Madison’s arm you stopped her to pull her over to the group.

“You need a couple players?” You smiled gesturing to the corn hole boards.

“Actually yeah we do.” He nodded.

“Let’s roll.” You challenged taking your place by the board and picking up the orange bean bags. Madison sighed already reading your dirty thoughts about the man as she walked to the board opposite of you and the broad muscled man took his place next to you, gathering the navy blue bags. “Let me just get you a menu cause you’re about to get served.” You joked and luckily he let out an adorable laugh.

“That’s the best you got?” He sported a wide smile causing you to instantly blush.

“Yeah...sorry I’m not the best at trash talking. My game usually speaks for itself.” You shrugged, turning to throw the bean bag on the board Madison stood by. Watching it slide right through the center. Humming he looked at you impressed, gearing up when you threw him a seductive smirk.

“Let the games begin.” He grinned.

The game was close, full of playful banter, and maybe a little flirting from you and the man you now knew was named, Kevin. Luckily you and Madison came out on top thanks to Kevin’s partner’s accidental bust over 21 taking their score back down to 13.

“Ruz, you might want to take up a math class in your spare time.” Kevin teased, knowing he only aimed for the board because of his poor math skills.

“Shut up.” He attempted to throw a bag at him, but it fell short. “I’m never playing this game again.” Adam huffed, walking away.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” You shrugged, winking at him.

Said "Girl, where you sitti'g? I got an extra ticket

It's right on the 50"

“Sorry. He gets a little competitive.” Kevin smiled, “Thanks for playing though.” He leaned against the side of a truck crossing his arms. Madison stood awkwardly a couple feet away as you two flirted with each other.

“Thanks for letting us. It was nice to do something other than a drinking game for once.” You chuckled gesturing to where your group was now playing beer pong.

“Where are you guys sitting?” He asked gesturing to the stadium behind him.

“Oh we actually don’t have tickets. Just here to tailgate.” You explained and his smile got slightly bigger.

“Well I actually have an extra ticket. It’s right on the 50 if you want to join me?” He offered.

“Thanks, but I don’t want to just leave my group hanging..” You contemplated looking back at Madison who was nodding quickly mouthing the word “Go!” Sighing you turned back towards him with a smile, “you know what. What the hell why not?” You pushed the tingling of your body deeper down at his happy grin.

You had a 16 home team jersey on

Singin' every word to the fight song

Had your airplane bottles from your purse out

“Okay. I have to ask. Why are you wearing that jersey?” Kevin asked, sitting down beside you.

“Because we’re at...a Bears game?” You looked at him skeptically, causing him to laugh.

“Obviously.. I mean why O’Donnell? I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone actually wearing his jersey.” He explained.

“Well I do like to be an outlier,” you joked, “punters never get the credit they should. Same with kickers. They deserve more love.” You answered.

“Good to know you’re not a bandwagon fan.” He said.

“We won one super bowl 35 years ago and we just benched our newly signed QB for a rookie. I don’t think there’s any wagon for someone to hop on.” You retorted.

“You got me there.” He agreed watching you pull a few tiny bottles of alcohol out of your small bag you had strategically hidden to make it past security.

“You a fan of fireball? I hate it but it came with the pack.” You asked, turning to see an amused grin covering his face. “What?”

“How in the hell did you sneak those in here?” He inquired.

“Can’t give away all my secrets on the first date.” You shrugged, wiggling your eyebrows. He took it from your hand nudging Adam who sat on his other side. Adam took it graciously.

“Hell yeah. We’re keeping her!” He exclaimed, twisting the cap off to take the shot.

The first half of the game was rough. Only lucking out with a safety in the first quarter.

“I hope to god Trubisky starts to prove he has more than just a pretty face.” You shook your head preparing yourself for the second half. You and Kevin had talked throughout all of halftime, and you caught him staring with a wide smile more than once as you might’ve got a little too competitive throughout the first and second quarter.

“I could play better defense than his line is. Kev, get down there you know how to tackle people.”

“He does realize he’s supposed to be throwing it to his own team right?”

“Fucking 2 yards isn’t gonna get you anywhere!” Were just a few things you remember spouting off.

“This is ridiculous.” You threw up your hands when Rudolph took it into the Vikings endzone.

With 5:33 left in the 3rd quarter O’Donnell took the field for the punt, but instead to everyone’s surprise the punt is faked and #16 puts up a pass to Cunningham who runs it in for the touchdown. “Oh my god!” You jumped up and down, “No fucking way! That’s my man!” You yelled pulling Kevin in for a hug who was in utter disbelief.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” He laughed, cheering with the crowd. The fans were hyped watching Barth kick it between the posts.

“Believe it baby!

Bear down, Chicago Bears, make every play clear the way to victory;

Bear down, Chicago Bears, put up a fight with a might so fearlessly.

We'll never forget the way you thrilled the nation with your T-formation.

Bear down, Chicago Bears, and let them know why you're wearing the crown.

You're the pride and joy of Illinois, Chicago Bears, bear down.” You sang along loudly to the Bears’ fight song roaring throughout Soldier Field. The second half was much more heated than the first, but unfortunately thanks to a successful kick from Forbath in the last few seconds the Vikings took home the win.

You would've thought that post-game

Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine

But you had me by halftime

Everyone was starting to file out of the stadium, Kevin’s group included.

“You comin?” Adam turned to you both.

“You wanna wait till the crowds disperse a little?” Kevin asked and you smiled nodding.

“We’ll be waiting for you.” Adam winked, a knowing smirk covering his face as he grabbed tightly ahold of Kim’s hand to lead her through the crowd.

“You would’ve had to keep a tight hold on me. I’m small and can get lost easily.” You joked, body frame tiny compared to his broad muscular one.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure I do regardless.” Kevin flirted, looping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

“I told you. Punters and kickers, they don’t get enough credit.” You reiterated, “I mean how often does the game come down to a field goal? Too often in my opinion.”

“I can give you kicker I’m not sure about punters though.” He looked at you amused.

“Did you miss that play?” You scoffed.

“And how often does that happen? I’m sure you didn’t buy his jersey banking on that.” He replied.

“Yeah, alright. I just thought O’Donnell was better looking than Barth.” You admitted.

“You really know your football though.” He observed.

“I grew up with three brothers. It just came with the territory.” You explained.

“Three brothers?” He looked over at you, a faint look of fear appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m sure you could take any of them though.” You bit your lip squeezing his bicep to get your point across.

“Is that so?” He grinned face inches away from yours.

“Mhmm.” You hummed searching his eyes, begging him to make the move and he did. Closing the distant for a gentle, smooth kiss. His hand caressing your cheek to pull you closer. This is nowhere near what you expected your day to turn into when you got up this morning. You were just supposed to be tailgating with your friends too drunk for your own good. Instead you were seated inside the stadium making out with a guy you had just met this morning. Not that you were complaining, but what were the chances?

“Was that okay?” He asked lips still slightly brushing against yours and as an answer you gripped his face pulling him in for a deep bruising kiss that had him groaning low in his throat. Pulling away to get a breath you looked around to see very few people still seated, a warmth buzzing throughout your body despite the chilly fall air becoming more prominent.

“We better get out of here before we get in trouble.” You whispered. And he nodded tightly clasping your hand in his as you made your way out of the stadium back out into the parking lot.

Now every time the leaves start fallin' down

I get to thinkin' 'bout

5 years later

“Kev, can you check on the pizza while I get Carsyn dressed?” You asked after seeing your daughter stir from her nap on the monitor. Walking in her room you retrieved her from the crib. She was all smiles and giggles. “Well I take it you had a good nap.” You kissed her chubby cheek, attempting to flatten her bed head before laying her on the floor to get her dressed. “Daddy is just gonna be head over heels when he sees you. Not that he isn’t already.” You smiled trying to slide her tights on despite her wiggling legs. Succeedingly picking her up 10 minutes later. “Look who’s awake daddy.” You caught Kevin’s attention as he turned away from the stove to take her from your arms.

“You didn’t.” Kevin laughed, a smile wide on his face when he took his daughter into his arms admiring the outfit she was sporting. A blue tutu accompanied by an orange jersey that repped the #16, outfit topped off with a Chicago Bears bow. “Well don’t you just look adorable. Yes, you take after your mama.” Kevin laid kisses all over her face erupting numerous giggles from her. “Where’d you even find this at?” He asked and you knew what he was talking about without even turning around as you took the pizza out of the oven.

“I had to specially order it as one of those custom name jerseys. Seems they don’t make O’Donnell’s jersey for babies.” You laughed checking on the wings in the air fryer when a knock at the door interrupted. Adam and Kim strolling their way into the kitchen minutes later.

“Where’s my girl?” Adam asked, spotting her in Kevin’s arms. Carsyn immediately reached out for Adam. “There she is and aren’t you just the cutest Bears fan in the whole world?” He tickled her stomach taking in her outfit, “Gotta say [Y/L/N] it looks better on her.” He joked gesturing to your identical jersey.

“Joke all you want this jersey got me a husband.” You leaned up on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on Kevin’s cheek.

The rest of your crew arrived not too much later. Hailey and Jay bringing along their son who was a few months younger than Carsyn. This was now a football season tradition and you loved every minute of it.

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[thebookreader12345]

Foster Parents

Pairing: Blake Gallo x reader

Summary: Y/N and Blake, who are both firefighters at Firehouse 51, save a little girl from a fire, and later that day, they discover that the girl’s parents didn’t make it, so both of them agree to foster her

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of death by fire

Word Count: 1,849 Words

“Whoa whoa whoa. What is this?” Mouch asked as he entered the common room, only to find Blake and I taking up the whole couch, including his seat.

“Leave us be, Mouch. We’re tired.” My words were muffled because my face was pressed against Blake’s chest, but I’m assuming Mouch heard me well enough because he didn’t let up.

“Okay, there is one rule in this firehouse, and it’s that the one seat on the couch is mine. You guys have never broken that rule, so why are you doing it now?” Mouch questioned. 

I groaned and sat up, pushing a few stray hairs out of my face. “The reason we’re trying to rest, Mouch, is because there’s a new construction project happening on the same block as our apartment, so on some nights, there’s so much noise that we can hardly sleep.” Just then, the alarm went off throughout the building, and the dispatcher announced that there was a house fire. I groaned again and stood up, stretching my arms and legs before running to the apparatus floor with Blake following close behind me. Everyone put on their gear, and we climbed into the truck ready to go. Stella turned on the engine, flicked on the lights and siren, and then we were off. A few blocks away from the fire, I could see smoke accumulating in the air, which meant this was a big one. As we pulled up to the address, I got to take in the full amount of damage. Bright orange flames were protruding from the windows on the second story, and the once white outside of the house was stained black from being burnt. As soon as we exited the truck, Matt was shouting orders.

“Kidd, you and I will take the top floor, L/N, you and Gallo take the bottom. Mouch, stay here and get the aerial ready just in case we need it,” Matt ordered. Once Blake and I put on our masks and had our gear all situated, we entered the house and started looking around the bottom floor. The first floor was barely touched by the fire, and there was only a bit of smoke that trailed down the stairs filling the rooms. After checking the kitchen, living room, dining room and bathroom and finding no bodies, Blake and I exited the house.

“Captain, the bottom floor is clear,” Blake spoke into his radio. For a few seconds, the radio was silent, but Matt finally said something back.

“Kidd and I have two victims up here. We’re bringing them out now,” Matt replied. About a minute or two later, Stella and Matt exited the house. Matt was carrying a woman in his arms, and Stella was dragging a man behind her. Both looked to be in their early 30s, but because of the severe burns on their bodies, it was hard to tell. As the paramedics went to help them out, a woman approached me.

“Did you guys get the kid out?” the woman asked me.

“I’m sorry?” I question.

“The family that lives here, the Jeffersons, they foster a daughter. She’s about 6 years old,” the woman told me. I scanned the scene, hoping to spot a little girl by the ambulances or near a firefighter, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Blake, there’s a kid in there,” I inform my boyfriend.

“All right. I’ll tell Casey,” Blake said.

“No. I’ll go get her. I’ll be right back,” I exclaim and run into the house, slipping on my mask as I ran up the stairs. I could feel the heat from the flames through my gear, but I pushed that away and continued moving. “Fire department! Call out!” I strained my ears to listen if someone responded, but I didn’t hear anyone. I poked my head through a few doors, and at the end of the hallway, I came across a child’s bedroom. If there was still a little girl in here, she had to be hiding in her room. “Fire department! If anyone is here, please call out.” That’s when I heard a whimper coming from under the bed, so I got down on my knees and peaked to see what was there. In front of me was a little girl with blonde hair, which was partially black from the soot, and she was holding a stuffed rabbit tightly to her chest. I pulled off my mask so that she could see my face, and I knew that wasn’t the best idea considering there was smoke everywhere, but if I was going to get her out of here, then this was the best plan. “Hi. I’m Y/N. Can you tell me your name?”

“Sarah,” the girl responded softly.

“Hey, Sarah. I’m a firefighter,” I tell her. “I need you to climb out from under the bed for me.”

Sarah shook her head and clutched her plushie even tighter. “It’s too scary out there.”

“I know how scared you are right now, but you and I have to get out of here. It’s too dangerous. You’ll be with me the whole time, and I promise I won’t let you get hurt. I just need you to come with me,” I explain. Sarah hesitated for a moment, but soon nodded and crawled out from under the bed. I lifted her into my arms and wrapped my coat around her to keep her face safe from the smoke, and once I grabbed my mask from the floor, I began making my way out of the house. It didn’t take long for us to get out of the house, and as soon as I did, I brought Sarah over to Sylvie and Emily. “Sarah, this is Sylvie and Emily. They’re going to take good care of you.” I set Sarah down and went to go back to my job, but Sarah reached out and grabbed ahold of my hand.

“Can you stay with me? Please,” Sarah begged. Sarah was practically shaking, and the way she was looking at me broke me.

“Of course I’ll stay with you,” I answer. As Sylvie and Brett loaded the stretcher into the back of the ambulance, I turned to my radio. “Captain, I’m heading with the little girl to Med.”

“Copy that. We’ll meet you there later,” Matt responded. I then climbed into the back of the ambulance, and we sped off towards the hospital.

......................................

“Hey. We got here as fast as we could. How’s the little girl doing?” Blake asked and pecked my lips, the rest of Truck 81 right behind him.

“Uh, good. Miraculously, she just had some minor smoke inhalation. Dr. Manning said she would be fine. I haven’t heard about the parents though,” I disclose. At that moment, Dr. Halstead walked into the lobby and made his way over to us. Maybe he had news about the parents.

“Hey, everyone. The parents both had severe 3rd degree burns on more than 50% of their bodies, and major smoke inhalation. I’m sorry, but there was nothing we could do,” Will informed us.

“Wait a minute. You’re saying they’re dead?” I question. Will nodded. “What about Sarah? Where’s she going to go?”

“Well, she’s in the foster system, so we’ve got to call social services down to take her,” Will answered.

I sighed. “Okay. Mind if I sit with her while we wait for them to get here?”

Will shook his head. “Not at all.”

“I’ll come with,” Blake spoke and took ahold of my hand, intertwining our fingers. I smiled at the action, and together, Blake and I walked to the conference room Sarah was waiting in. Her stuffed rabbit was sitting on the table in front of her as she colored on a piece of paper.

“Hey, Sarah. Have you heard about your parents?” I quiz.

She nodded. “I was only with them for a few weeks,” Sarah whispered and traded her blue crayon for a purple one.

“I’m sorry. This is Blake, my boyfriend. We’re just going to sit with you while the hospital calls over some people to help find you a new home,” I tell her.

“Okay,” Sarah said. After about a half an hour, social services arrived to take Sarah. It was hard seeing her go. Even if I had just known her for a little bit, I felt a connection with her. Blake had also seemed to take a liking to her, and while we had been sitting in the conference room, he made her laugh and helped her figure out what to draw next. Just as Sarah and the agent, Mrs. Delores, were about to leave the room, Blake and I shared a look. Blake had lost his family to a fire, and I was no stranger to death. My father had just died last year. We knew what it was like losing parents, and we didn’t want Sarah to end up jumping from home to home.

“Wait!” I call out, stopping Mrs. Delores from exiting the room. “What if we take her.”

“I’m sorry?” Mrs. Delores questioned.

“Blake and I, we could take her. We’ve got stable jobs, and when we’re on shift, my mother could watch Sarah. I know we’re not certified or anything, but Sarah knows and trusts us. If there is any way for this to work, Blake and I would like to foster her,” I state.

Mrs. Delores looked over to Blake. “You’re okay with this?”

“I am,” Blake replied.

“Well, it’ll take about 3-4 months before you can get approved,” Mrs. Delores pointed out.

“I have a friend who can take care of that. Please, Mrs. Delores,” I plead.

“This is unethical, but I see that you really want to take care of Sarah. And we’ll have to schedule a house check sometime this week,” Mrs. Delores added.

“Done,” I say. 

“All right then. You guys can take Sarah home,” Mrs. Delores declared.

One Week Later...

It had been one week since we had started fostering Sarah. Because Matt had been an alderman, he knew people that could speed up the foster parent process for us, so, as of now, Blake and I were official foster parents. Currently, Blake, Sarah and I were all relaxing on the couch watching a movie before bed. I was snuggled up against Blake’s left side, and Sarah was laying on his right, her head resting on his lap. She had been asleep for about 10 minutes and was snoring softly.

“I’m glad we did this,” I tell Blake.

“Me too,” Blake agreed and leaned over to press a chaste kiss to my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I reply. “Now, which one of us is going to be the bad guy and wake her up?”

“I guess I will, but if we’re going to make this work, we’ve got to take turns. I will not be forever known as the bad guy,” Blake confessed.

I smiled. “Deal.” I know that Blake and I were pretty young to be parenting a child, but in my mind, we were already amazing at it. Sure, we had a lot to learn, but as long as we work together to make sure Sarah is happy, everything will be all right.

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run | bertholdt hoover x reader pt. 3

warnings: canon typical violence

word count: 3596

gif credit: kumashu

authors note: here’s the 3rd part of my bertholdt fic! i’ve pretty much decided that this will be about 5 parts. the next 2 parts might get long because of that but I hope you guys like this chapter and as always feedback is LOVED and you can read it on ao3 or wattpad as well!

summary: after the truth about the colossal and armored titan comes out you have to make a choice. is your heart with the scouts or with bertholdt?

read part one here || read part two here.

Staring at the steam coming off of Bertholdt’s hand your mind was racing. You were still trying to come to terms with how close to death you were. If Bertholdt had stepped in one second later you would be dead right now and nothing you’d ever done would have mattered. You wouldn’t be standing here at all, you’d have been just another casualty of the titans and no one left alive would care. The scouts already thought you dead and Bertholdt had already left you behind, there was no way he could have expected you to follow him. 

Tears started to fall in waves as you wrapped your arms around yourself. You wished you could reach out and hold him but you couldn’t, you couldn’t face what he was yet. It was stupid, you’d come out here knowing that. You’d come out here to talk to him and hear what he had to say but you couldn’t even reach out to him right now. That made the tears fall harder, your body shake even more. Why did you even come out here if you were just going to act like this? If you couldn’t face him you should have taken your chance back with the MP’s. 

“We have to get back up there. We can’t stay on the ground here for too long, we’ll interrogate her when we’re safe.” Interrogate. You were a threat right now, you weren’t anything but that and Reiner was very clear about that. 

A harsh sob left you and you felt a hand on your shoulders, “Shh no you have to be quiet y/n.” Bertholdt. “We have to get up the wall, it’s too dangerous down here. Just… hold onto me okay?” You managed to stop the sobs and let him hold onto you and use the ODM gear to climb the wall. The titan’s body was gone by now, turned to steam but you still stared. It was easier staring at that than looking at Bertholdts missing hand or the ODM gear you knew he only got from eating one of the other Scouts. 

When you were safely atop the wall he let you go, he stepped back but kept his eyes on you. Watching you wearily as if he was waiting for something to happen, for you to make a move. You’d never seen him look at you like this before, like if you made one wrong move he’d do whatever it took to stop you. And you knew he would, everything in you was telling you that he could hurt you, would if he had to. But the part of you that followed him was still inside you, reminding you that you loved him enough to leave everything behind. To betray your friends and comrades. 

His eyes though, more than being on you were on Reiner. He was the one glaring, he’d been the one to say they’d interrogate you. Bertholdt might have been worried about what you would do but it was clear he was even more afraid of what his friend would do. The pair of them looked at you as you stood pathetically in front of them, clothes stained in blood, still catching your breath and your face red from crying. If it was any other situation you’d have felt embarrassed to be seen like this, especially by Bertholdt. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care, you’d risked everything to get here, to see him again. You knew there would be a chance that you came here only to die. You’d accepted that. 

“Oh this is priceless” Ymir was standing behind the two of them not even trying to hide her amusement. “Y/N followed you out here? Who knew you had so much game?” His face heat up and he turned away from the smirking woman who was walking towards the three of you. 

“We don’t know that.” Reiner’s voice stopped her from continuing. “They could have been sent by the scouts to find us.” His tone made you wince but you could understand his caution. Looking to Bertholdt you wanted him to say something, voice that you wouldn’t have done that, but he was stills silent. Hiding in himself like he used to around you. You’d hoped he’d at least understand why you followed, maybe he was too afraid to have hope. 

Ymir looked at you for a moment, you could see that she wanted to say something but she didn’t, maybe she too understood why he was being cautious. But it didn’t help you, you still wanted to yell at him and tell him that you were the one who should be afraid. The three of them could turn into titans, he and Bertholdt had killed countless people. You were one person, even if you lead the Scouts here what could they really do this deep into titan territory? They’d lost countless just as far as they had gone. Going any further would have been suicide. 

Shaking your head you wanted to yell, tell him that you’d never do something like that. Even knowing what you did now, you just wanted to know what was real and what Bertholdt had made up. “No!” Your voice wasn’t even close to the yell you’d wanted it to be but you still managed to speak. They looked at you though, all three of them staring at you, but your eyes were only on Bertholdt. “You think I would risk my life for that? They left me!” Your words hit you again and you realized again that you’d literally been left to die. “They all left me to die out there! You left me out there!” 

He winced at the accusation, unable to look at you and face that he had left you. Maybe they thought you were dead but they didn’t even try to check. They’d risked everything for Eren and yet they couldn’t take a minute to see if anyone was alive. If it had been anyone else they wouldn’t have left them, Mikasa, Armin, Jean… they’d all have been looked for. But not you. “Did you even care?” He looked at you, eyes wide and mouth open but you cut him off. “I could have died. I should be dead but some Garrison soldier I’ve met once in my life saved me. And you… you left me. You didn’t even —” Your eyes went to Ymir, “She tried to take Christa but you didn’t even say anything to me.” A laugh escaped you as you looked at Bertholdt, the anger on his face replaced with something else, shame maybe? “Was it easier? Was leaving me behind, letting me die easier for you?”

By now you weren’t even crying, your eyes stung and you could feel tears pricking the backs of your eyes but you felt numb. You wanted to shake him, demand he say something and not just stare at you like he was. You could see him try to form words but stuttered over them before he was able to get out a protest. “Of course I did.” He sounded broken and everything in you wanted to run to him, but you couldn’t let yourself.

Looking at Bertholdt right now did nothing but make you want to forget everything you’d wanted to ask. Finding out why, you wanted to accept him again without question, let him do whatever he wanted and you couldn’t do that. Forcing yourself to look at Reiner a wave of pride went through you when you realized he did look at least a little guilty. “You really think I almost died to report you to the scouts? I wouldn’t do something to purposely hurt the person I love.” Your voice dripped with venom and you knew it hurt him, probably more so that you weren’t even talking to him. “I just…” you felt the adrenaline and anger fading and leaving you once again with the pain “I had to find you. To know if anything was real, if we were real.” 

Covering your face with your hands you had to hold yourself back from crying again. Digging your psalms into your eyes you forced yourself to not cry. Maybe you should have just gone back to Wall Rose, you’d hoped maybe he would have been happy to see you but after he saved you he’d only stood there. He let Reiner take over once again. You needed to talk to him, not Reiner, you didn’t care what Reiner did. Bertholdt was the reason you were here now and if he wasn’t going to tell you anything then there wasn’t a reason to stay here. There was no reason for him to save you from that titan. 

“Y/N.” Bertholdt’s voice was quiet when he spoke to you, you could hear him walking towards you. “Of course it was real.” When he touched you, you winced and you heard him take in a sharp breath. “I couldn’t tell you I —“ Stopping himself he leaned in closer to you, his voice a little more than a whisper. “Can we just go talk. Please?” Letting your hands fall from your eyes you nodded, he looked back to Reiner and motioned for him to go. The other man looked hesitant but he eventually turned away from the two of you. 

Bertholdt’s hand twitched at his side and you thought he was going to offer you his hand like he usually would when you were alone but he stopped himself. Slowly you started to walk after him, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. This was why you followed him, to hear what he had to say and find out the truth. But the idea of hearing something you didn’t want was terrifying. You wanted this to just be a bad dream, something you’d made up in your head but that wasn’t the truth and you couldn’t pretend like it was. 

You weren’t sure how long you both walked along the wall but you kept your eyes on his back. Usually you walked along with him, Bertholdt slowing his steps if he needed to, to make sure you were keeping up with him. But if he tried to slow down here you slowed more, you were fine to trail behind him. It was better that way. You weren’t sure if you could actually look at him right now, you had to figure out what you even wanted to say to him, hope you could actually think of what you wanted to ask, needed to know. 

Right now all you knew was that you needed to know if he ever actually felt anything for you. Saying everything else could come later, the fact that he’d destroyed the wall, the fact that he’d killed hundreds of people… to you that was second. As selfish as it was you almost didn’t care. What he’d done to others, it was horrible and to some unforgivable but you loved him. To you he could never be that monster, not as long as you and he were real. You’d risked everything to follow him here, knowing what he was and what he’d done. You’d accepted that as the truth, to people he hurt he was a monster, but to you he was the light. Letting him go without listening to him wasn’t an option for you. 

Bertholdt stopped walking, he didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at you. He walked to the edge and stared out, “I didn’t want any of this.” He said that before, when you and the others confronted he and Reiner. “I just wanted my dad to be okay. No matter what I had to do it was supposed to be worth it so he could get help.” So the part about his dad being sick was true, at least that meant that not everything was a lie, maybe most things weren’t but you couldn’t be sure. “I’ve tried to make it feel like it did in the beginning but nothing feels the same.” 

The words felt stuck in your throat, you knew what you wanted to ask and that you had to ask. But the idea of rejection burned your mind, these were the questions that would tell you if you made the right choice or if this was the biggest mistake of your life. Depending on what he said you were outside the wall alone with no way of getting back. You’d committed treason and betrayed your friends for nothing. But you couldn’t hold it off anymore, this was your life that you were putting in his hands. 

Stepping closer to him you felt him look at you but you couldn’t do the same, “What changed?” From you spot on the wall you could see a titan in the far distance. A symbol of what kind of danger you were really in out here.

Bertholdt looked at you with sad eyes, the same ones he looked at you with when you used to talk about the future too much. You’d though it was just because you were both soldiers, Scouts. “Seeing everything happen, hearing people’s stories and making friends. The fact that for once in my life I actually felt like I belonged and didn’t have to prove myself to anyone.” There was a hint of a smile on his face, “And mostly you.” Your heart sped up when he said that. “I tried for so long to stop myself, to push you away but it never worked like that.” 

Letting out a soft laugh you nodded, he was right. He’d try to keep his distance from you but you wouldn’t give up on talking to him. Not when you could see him looking at you when he thought you didn’t know. The way he’d blush when he was caught or the way he’d stutter when you spoke to him. That still hadn’t gone away, when you caught his eyes he’d blush, he was always so nervous and quiet but it didn’t stop him from reaching out and taking your hand or kissing your cheek. Even if there was a blush on his face he wasn’t hesitant to show you affection when you were alone. 

In public, he wasn’t affectionate but you didn’t need him to be, he was still at your side and making sure that you were safe during missions. You loved him, he was your world and you had believed that you were at least part of his. In your mind you’d already decided your future was with him, if he took back his home like he said or if you stayed as soldiers your whole life. Whatever he did you wanted to follow. It didn’t matter to you how young you were. As a Scout your days were numbered before you really started counting them, you’d watched countless friends and people die so you couldn’t hesitate to fall head first into him.

You couldn’t focus on those memories though, they’d do nothing but make you upset if this didn’t end well. “Did you ever love me?” Your voice cracked and as much as you’d been able to hold it in before you couldn’t stop yourself from tearing up. You needed him to say yes, you wanted him to say yes. “Was any of it ever real?” This was the man you loved more than anything, you gave up everything to follow him here and now it was the moment of truth. 

“What?” Your eyes were on him in an instant, he was looking at you like you were crazy. “Do you really think that I would… lie about that?” Every part of you wanted to be relieved by that and there was a part of you that was. But the fact that there were so many other lies, it wasn’t something you could accept so quickly. Even if you wanted to. “Do… do you really think that?” 

Wiping the tears that started falling you let out a shaking laugh, “I don’t know anything about you Bertholdt—”

“You do!” He grabbed your hands and held them, the fear he’d had before of touching you apparently gone. “I told you everything I could, more than I’ve told anyone. You know things that not even Reiner or Annie know.” How he could tell you everything but leave out the fact that he was a titan, the fact that he was from somewhere that you knew nothing about? It didn’t make sense. “I never really lied to you. I couldn’t tell you everything but I didn’t lie. You know more than anyone else was ever supposed to.” You couldn’t stop the tears anymore, even if you wanted to he was holding your hands in his large ones. “Every time they told me not to let it get this far I promised I wouldn’t but it did.” 

Hearing him talk like this should be making you happy, all too often he kept his feelings inside. It wasn’t like he didn’t tell you he loved you or how much you meant to him. But every time he started Bertholdt stopped himself from saying too much. Like he was afraid if he didn’t stop he was going to confess. Maybe if he didn’t stop himself like he did he’d end up telling you everything, confessing everything to you about who he was and what he’d done. Would that have made any difference now? What would you have done if he did tell you before? You supposed the fact that you were standing here now told you what you needed to know. You’d have followed him. 

His hands were shaking as they held onto yours and your first instinct was to comfort him but you had to stop yourself. You couldn’t get the answers you needed if you held onto him instead of forcing this talk. Things would be so much easier if you could just fall into him, you wanted to just be held and told everything would be okay. Nothing was ever that simple in this world. 

Grounding yourself in the feeling of his hands you focused on reality and not the dream world you wanted to go off into. The callouses on his hands, the warmth, his long fingers running over the tops of yours. “Why did you? If you knew you were just going to leave me like this why did you even bother getting close to me? You told me you had a future with me but on the wall you.” Again you thought about Ymir trying to bring Christa with her, that she’d been willing to do anything to get the other woman with her. “You didn’t even look at me.” 

You never wanted to see him upset but the look of guilt that passed over his face did give you a type of satisfaction. “I did want that.” Shaking his head Bertholdt stuttered for a moment, “I do want that.” That was what you wanted to believe, you wanted to have a future with him, “I wanted to tell you. I wanted you know the truth but how do I say that? How do I tell you the truth about what I am? The things I’ve done.” You’d lived in Wall Maria, it was because of their actions that you lost your home, your father. 

Everything in you was telling you that you should hate him but you couldn’t. Bertholdt was everything to you and you knew that. Even standing here, with him telling you that he’d done horrible things, after seeing him kill one of the scouts you both knew. He was what you wanted, you’d do anything for him. All you could do was hope that he would still do the same for you. You didn’t know how to tell him that you didn’t care about that, because it wasn’t the entire truth. He’d done terrible things, killed so many people but the love you felt for him… that was more important to you. 

Moving your hands up his arms he stared at you as you gripped his arms tightly. You didn’t really know what you were doing, you were just desperate for some kind of contact. This man was the reason you were out here, why you risked your life and betrayed your friends and comrades. “I love you. I want to be with you I don’t… I don’t care about that.” His green eyes were wide as he looked at you, your hands desperately gripping his arms, you were sure there would be nail marks on his skin. “But if you want me to go then I will. Just tell me and you’ll never see me again. I’ll leave and no one will know where you guys are.” 

A plea for either acceptance or an easier rejection. As long as he let you leave if he wanted you gone you could handle it. Death was the other option. The worst one, the one that scared you the most when you decided to follow him. Burying your face in his chest you waited for him to say something, anything. You loved him enough to forgive him for everything he’d ever done wrong. He just needed to love you enough to believe you. 

Long arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. Slowly you let go of his arms and pressed your palms against his chest holding onto his sweater. “I love you.” You’d never heard him say it so clearly before, so confidently. “I’ll figure out how to take you home with me. I promise.” 

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part 34 - i’m a prodigy

word count - 1350 words

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It was absolutely freezing cold. You were drowning in one of Jaemin’s oversized hoodies, the warmth encasing you. You were surprised that it had actually managed to fit over your bump. On top of that, you were wearing a thick winter coat, which Jaemin insisted you had to wear, not that you had protested, but he had insisted nonetheless.

His mother had shown up earlier this morning, hugging the two of you tightly and ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the physical photos of your ultrasounds, even though she’d seen them already over text.

It’s only three hours later when the three of you pile into Jaemin’s car, you fully wrapped up and sitting in the passenger seat, his mother sitting in the back.

Jaemin was driving, one hand on the wheel, and the other in yours. You held it in your lap, trying not to be upset when he moves your joined hands to change gears.

You stare out of the window, watching the trees and houses pass by.

It’s quiet in the car, the music on the car radio filling the quiet.

Jaemin’s mother occasionally asks questions, like what shops you’re planning to go to and if you’re feeling ok.

Once Jaemin pulls into the parking space, he immediately climbs out and comes over to the side of the car you and his mother are sat in. He firstly opens the door for his mother, and waits for her to get out before closing the door behind her. He then opens your car door, holding out a hand for you. You shuffle in your seat, turning so your legs are hanging out of the car, and grab Jaemin’s hand. You rest your spare hand on the dashboard and haul yourself upright.

Jaemin pulls you away from the car by your waist before shutting your car door behind you. You shiver at the cold.

‘We should probably get inside where it’s warm,’ Jaemin’s mother says.

The three of you rush into the shopping centre, you sighing happily when the warmth spreads through your body.

‘S’that better?’ Jaemin asks.

You nod, humming.

The store is overwhelming. You look, wide-eyed at the rows and rows of cribs and strollers.

You suddenly feel panicked. What if you buy the wrong one?

‘It’s ok,’ Jaemin’s mother senses your fear, ‘They’re all the same really. Just different brands.’

‘I think we should start with the bigger stuff first, get it out of the way,’ Jaemin suggests.

‘We ordered some drawers from IKEA,’ you hear Jaemin tell his mother, ‘so we don’t have to worry about that.’

You’re staring at a beautiful white crib. It’s almost like a basket, the sides made of like a mesh fabric, and it’s held up with white wood. You can feel yourself tearing up, imagining your baby girl lying in it, sleeping soundly.

‘This is pretty,’ you mumble.

You’re not sure if anyone actually hears you, but you feel Jaemin and his mother approaching you from behind.

‘That’s gorgeous,’ Jaemin’s mother says, running her hand over the expanse of the side.

Jaemin grabs you by the waist, noticing you crying. He laughs, and you giggle, wiping your eyes with the back of your thumbs.

‘I’m just imagining them in there,’ you whimper.

He turns to look at his mother, ‘I think this is the one.’

‘Typical, first one I look at,’ you laugh.

‘Let’s find the box for it,’ he says, looking at the label before breaking away from you to retrieve the box from the shelf.

‘Ok, next we should probably get a stroller,’ Jaemin’s mother says.

An hour later, stroller ordered, your shopping cart slowly filling with clothes, diapers, wipes, and creams for you and the baby that Jaemin’s mother insisted you needed, and would ‘thank her for’.

You’re standing in one of the toy aisles, staring at the stuffed animals, feeling overwhelmed by choice. Who knew there were so many animals?

‘Hey,’ Jaemin interrupted your thoughts, and you turn around to see him standing there sheepishly, holding something in his right hand.

‘Sorry,’ he laughs lightly, ‘I didn’t mean to scare you.’

‘It’s ok,’ you say, ‘what’cha got there?’

You nod towards whatever he’s holding in his hand.

‘I thought you’d like this,’ he says, before holding in the object up.

It’s a mobile, but it’s probably one of the most gorgeous things you’ve ever seen. It has the solar system strung out, which is surrounded by stars and asteroids. There are tiny faces stitched onto each planet with black thread, and you can see the sun and moon have the widest stitched smiles of them all.

‘That’s beautiful,’ you almost whisper, ‘we need to get her that.’

‘It reminded me of when I still lived with my parents, and when you came ‘round we used to watch for the constellations,’ he says.

‘You remember that?’ You’re surprised, it seems like lifetimes ago when you were still just kids in school. Now life was incredibly different.

‘Of course I do,’ he smiles.

‘I love you, you’re so dumb but I love you,’ you mumble, before giving him a short kiss, ‘put that in the cart.’

‘Hey Y/N,’ you heard Jaemin call your name from somewhere behind you.

You turn around to see him standing next to a small toddler-sized piano.

You raise your eyebrows at him, and he responds by dramatically playing a few notes. You roll your eyes at him, ‘you’re so stupid,’ you laugh.

‘I’m a prodigy,’ he says seriously.

‘I’m sure you are,’ you laugh.

At that moment, his mother rounds the corner, after paying for all the things you’d bought so far.

She’d left you to have a sit down on some of the display sofas in the store, your tired body instantly melting into the comfortable position.

You half debate taking your shoes off, your feet aching. Jaemin was attempting to make you feel better by messing around with all the toys, despite your attempts to tell him to stop.

‘You ready to go?’ Jaemin’s mother asks you, and once again Jaemin holds his hand out for you.

Once you’re up, he grabs a couple of the shopping bags from his mother, before turning to you and saying ‘I’ll run you a bath once we get home.’

You hum in appreciation, before mumbling ‘I’m so tired.’

‘We can just go have a nap first if you want?’

‘I think we might have to,’ you laugh.

Later that night, after your nap, and after your long bath, you’re sat on the floor in the nursery, watching and occasionally helping Jaemin unpack your purchases. He pushes furniture boxes to the corner of the room, and you help him sort the wipes and other products into piles to put into drawers later.

‘I think we did good for our first proper shop,’ he remarks, folding some clothes and adding them to the growing pile.

‘Yeah, I think we’re just gonna have to keep chipping away at stuff now.’

‘I feel like we just need to sort this room out before you start your 3rd trimester, then you can rest.’

‘I don’t want to just sit around all the time.’

‘Hey, you need to protect baby girl, not just yourself.’

‘Well, we will have hopefully baby-proofed the apartment by then, so I won’t be bumping into any corners.’

‘I will make sure you want.’

You yawn loudly.

‘Tired again gorgeous?’ He asks, and you nod.

‘We only just had a nap,’ Jaemin laughs.

‘That was almost two hours ago,’ you argue, ‘but can you blame me? I am quite pregnant.’

He puts what he’s holding down onto the floor, ‘ok, let’s go to bed then,’ he leans over and kisses your cheek, before lowering his head to kiss your stomach, then helping you up for what felt like the 100th time that day.

You felt your eyes fluttering shut.

‘Hey, come on,’ Jaemin starts guiding you towards your room, ‘I’d pick you up if you weren’t-‘

‘I know,’ you roll your eyes.

You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

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Skating Lessons part 2

Summary: You are the mother of a 4 year old that Josh has been skating with during his down time and you start a friendship of your own.

Warning:  swearing (It’s Josh Anderson, do you expect anything less?). 

Word count: 2793

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Josh: Do you like Mexican food?

You: Is that even a question...

Josh: um...yeah...do you want to grab Mexican Friday?

You: Josh, I. WAS. JOKING.  Yes, mexican would be great Friday.  When should I meet you?

Josh: I’ll pick you up.  7pm. 

You: I have to drop Mason off at my parents so I’ll meet you.

Josh: I’ll pick you up at 6:30 and we can drop him off.

You: um...ok...your car big enough for a booster seat?

Josh sends a snap of himself in his Audi SUV to verify the fact that nothing you said was going to stop him from picking you up and taking Mason to your parents...your parents.  Your parents were going to meet Josh.  Yeah, if you hadn’t already had a mild meltdown about the fact that you were sorta going on a date with a professional hockey player the fact that said hockey player would meet your parents on the same night may just set you over the edge.  You sent a quick text to your mom so she could tame your dad before Friday.  

The thing was you didn’t really think of Josh as being a professional athlete while he was skating around with Mason or texting you.  He was sweet, kind, funny, and didn’t seem to mind that you had major (yet adorable) baggage.  

Friday came and you could NOT focus at work.  It may have been the sheer amount of texts you received from both Josh and your dad.  Your dad wanted to know so many things you could not answer because you just did not know.  Did Josh like you?  You assumed but then you doubted it because of who he was and who you were.  While you got ready Mason sat on top of your counter in the bathroom.  Asking lots of questions which helped your nerves settle.  Then the doorbell rang.  Mason ran towards the door.  Josh must have assumed Mason was going to answer because he was bent down as the door swung home.   “ANDY!” Mason yelled and threw up his fist for a fist bump. Watching your son’s tiny hand giving Josh’s giant fist a bump made your body tingle.   

“You ready to hang out with your grandparents dude?”  Josh swooped down and lifted Mason up.  Mason shook his head so excited.  “Is it okay if I take your mom out to dinner?”  Mason looks over at you and back at Josh then back at you.  

“Yeah, that’s cool.  I get to spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa.  Grandpa said we will make s’mores too.” Mason smiles at Josh who puts him down and looks are you with a devilish look you’ve never seen.

“Slumber parties are the best!  I’m jealous dude!”  Josh answers.  “So what do we need to load up?”  He’s now looking you up and down and maintaining your eye contact.

“Oh, um...Just us, Mason’s booster seat is right there, and...” You look around for Mason’s teddy bear which you cannot seem to locate. 

“Bauer my favorite bear!” Mason chimes in and runs towards his room to return with his very loved bear that has a Seth Jones onesie on.  Josh eyes the #3 and then back to you.

“Looks like you need some 77 gear huh?”  Josh smirks and then laughs a little.  

You load up in his car and head to your parents.  As you turn down their street your stomach flips like you are in high school taking your boyfriend to meet your parents.  BUT, Josh is not your boyfriend and you are far from high school.  Josh beats you to the back seat and grabs Mason out of the back.  When the door shuts Josh has Mason’s hand and leads you by the small of your back which makes your face flame red by the time you reach the front door.  Your mom had clearly been waiting for you and her face said it all without her saying anything.

“Sooooooo, you must be Josh?” Your Mom says as she swings open the storm door ignoring your red face and where Josh’s hand is placed.  Josh drops his hand that is behind you and reaches out to shake your mom’s hand. 

“Yes, ma’am.  Nice to meet you.”  Josh notices your dad walking towards the door as you walk in and before you can say anything Josh jumps in. “Mr. (y/l/n), Nice to meet you.  I’m Josh Anderson.  (y/n) and Mason have told me all about you.”  

Your dad was on his best behavior and didn’t question Josh within an of his life.  You stood there as Josh seemed to easily talk to your parents and manages to juggle Mason’s hyped energy without skipping a beat in the adult conversation.  You stood in awe of this man and how in the world was he standing here in your world was beyond you.  

You kissed Mason goodbye and gave quick hugs and pecks to your parents before heading out the door.  Josh opened the car door for you and you slid in.  The car ride to the restaurant was easy.  Josh looking over at you every time he was at a stop light and his elbow almost touching yours which sent electric shocks through your body.  When you go to get out of the car, Josh practically jogged over to you with a look like he was upset.  You wrote it off and headed towards the door.  His hand is back on your lower back as he lead you through the door and to the hostess.  She leads you towards a booth tucked into the corner and you could swear she gave Josh a wink as she turned around.

“So, do you get noticed a lot around town?”  You didn’t mean to start the conversation off like that but you were sure the young girl recognized Josh. 

“Yeah, sometimes.  Not as much when I’m by myself but when the boys are in a group we usually get approached.”  He runs his hand through his hair and it lands on the back of his neck which he starts to rub.  You get caught up in ocean of his eyes that you don’t realize the server had come up.  “(y/n), what do you want to drink?”  Josh snaps you out of your daze.  You order what he ordered and went back to your conversation. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that to come out how it did.  I just meant, like, um...”  the words could not form into a sentence.  Josh laughs at you.  “You are making me nervous right now.”  You honesty caught him off guard and you could tell.  Your bottom lip slips between your teeth as you look up at him.

“Why (y/n)?  You are the wittiest, kindest, warmest person I know and not to mention the way you are with Mason is seriously the cutest thing under the sun.  You are sarcastic and make me laugh so hard and our conversation is so easy.  So please tell me what about this makes you nervous?  You are fine the times we’ve been at the rink or texting?”  Josh motions around then places his hand centimeters from yours.  The electric feeling radiates through you again.  You meet his eyes and find your words.

“Josh, you are famous.  Like famous famous around here especially.  People know you.  Girls throw themselves at you.  Kids look up to you.  And I’m Mason’s mom.  Average Columbus gir-”  

“You are NOT average!”  Josh abruptly stops your self doubt thoughts that were spewing out of your mouth with no filter. “And yes, I get noticed, and yes I’m ‘famous’ but I’m just a guy from Burlington who just happens to play hockey.  You, you are a rockstar.  How you do what you do and look the way you look and keep me on my toes in the short time we’ve known each other is beyond me.  You are amazing which is why I asked you out on this date.  You caught my attention before I even met you.  I had to know you.  And I’m still shocked you agreed to have dinner with me.”  Josh stops, grabs your hand and his cheeks turn pink.

“Josh, like this is a date-date?  Like you are into me?”  Is all that can come out of your mouth.

“Yessss.  What did you think it was (y/n)?”  Josh gives you that smirk that melts you into a puddle.  You keep thinking about all the things Josh just told you.

“Wait, what do you mean even before you met me?”  Your mind went back to when Josh came up the ramp at the rink and your realized he had said he saw you two and came out early.  “You said at the rink..but...how...when?”  Josh looked like he just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

“m’kay, so yeah.  You caught that huh?”  Josh’s pink cheeks are now beat red.  He looks at you and starts into his explanation.  “The first day when you and Mase were at the rink I was up in the offices talking about my next community outing.  There is a glass wall and I caught a glimpse of Mason first and how fast the little dude was.  Then....”  Josh clears his throat and looks down breaking eye contact with you, “then I saw him skate up to you.  You kissed him on the top of his helmet and he skated off again.  I knew I needed to meet you.  (y/n), I’ve never felt like I had to meet someone like there is a magnetic force driving me to you.”  Josh has looked back up at you.  Sheepishly he continues, “I hope that doesn’t scare you off. I really hope I didn’t just fuck whatever this is up.” 

“You didn’t.”  You practically whisper as the man sitting in front of you leans in to the table like he felt the weight of this information was lifted off his back.  “Would you want to go back to my house and watch a movie?  You can watch me eat ice cream?”  You found your voice and your nerve.  This was just the boy that you had hour text conversations with almost every night.  The one you chirped while he was skating with you son.  The one you actually missed on the 2 small road trips he went on since meeting but wouldn’t dare tell him that.

“Hell yeah!  That sounds perfect.”  Josh grabs your hand and leads you out of the restaurant.

When you get out of Josh’s car at your house you realize that he’s not following you.  You look back to see him waist deep in the back of car.  “Um, Josh, what are you doing?”  You just stayed where you were as Josh stayed in his trunk for another moment.  

“I was just grabbing my sweats from my hockey bag and I had something for you.”  Josh quickly makes up the space between his car and your door where you were still standing.  He follows you in and hands you a sweatshirt.  “So I bought this for you the other day and kept forgetting to bring it into the rink.”  He hands you a navy hoodie.  It has the 3rd jersey symbol on the front.  The same one on the flag hanging in Mason’s room.  

“Oh, Josh.  Thanks.  I’ll be sure to add it to the rotation.”  You place it on the counter as walk further into your home.  

“Oh good.  So, where can I change?  This isn’t exactly the best movie watching outfit?”  He motions to his current outfit.  The tight buttoned down shirt that looks like if he sneezed buttons would start popping off and skinny jeans that didn’t leave much to the imagination.  You hadn’t taken Josh all in and really had only seen him in gear or sweats.  His legs were huge and muscular.  And not to mention his ass was so perfect you tried not to stare at it multiple times already this evening.  You showed Josh your guest bathroom and you grabbed your new sweatshirt and headed to your room to change too.  You decided to throw on leggings and the sweatshirt he just gave you.  As you slipped it on and caught the back of the sweatshirt.  You flipped around and looked in the mirror.  77 with ANDERSON running down your spine.  You had to laugh.  Of course he wouldn’t just give you a Blue Jacket sweatshirt.  You guessed that he had a jersey or something for Mason too.

“Soooo....” You laughed as you came back out to see Josh sitting on your couch with your remote in hand.  He looked up and smirked at you.  He didn’t say anything but just swirled his finger around.  And you complied.  

“Yes!  If you are going to use my seats you better represent me well!”  Josh laughs deeply and pats couch.  You retreated to the kitchen instead and came back with wine and Halo ice cream for you.  “Is that coffee I smell?”  His eyebrow moved up while grabbing the wine out of your hand.  You sat with your feet under you and slightly leaning towards Josh.

“I’m making iced coffee.  And I’m using your seats?  This is news.”  You take a mouth full of ice cream and you slip back into the ease that you have had with Josh since following on top of him that first time on the ice.  

“I mean...yeah...I figured you might as well take Mase and your parents if you want.  You don’t have to go to every game.  My parents and siblings don’t come often so my tickets just kind of go to waste unless I give them to one of the other guys...”  He trails off in thought then comes back.  “Do you feel like we’ve known each other longer than the few weeks?”  Josh places his hand on your knee and you turn to look at him.

“We we talk about games later but yes, Josh, I feel like you and I are easy.”  He leans in further and grabs your spoon to swipe some ice cream from your carton.  “HEY!  Is this on your ‘approved diet’?”  You start laughing so hard that you almost drop the ice cream.   “It’s healthy ice cream..I’m good.”  He leans in for a second spoonful and you swat at his hand.  

“Mine!” You almost yell at him.  And you see his eyes darken with a mischievous look and you know you started something.

“Oh really?”  He cocks his head to the side and tries to grab the ice cream out of your hand.  You dodge his advances and then his eyes shift to the kitchen and he’s almost sprinting to your fridge.  You practically jump off the couch and are at his heels.  

“Hey!  It’s expensive and MINE!!!”  You yell as he pulls open your freezer looking for more Halo ice cream.  Your foot hits the stainless steel and slams it shut.  Josh turns to you and feel the electricity in the air.  Something you’ve never quiet felt before and with someone you’ve really just met.  Josh closes the small distance between the two of you and grabs your hip.  His look has softened slightly but his cheeks are flushed and his bottom lip is tucked in his teeth.  He leans in to crowd your space even more and you don’t back down.  You just keep staring at his eyes lost in the words you two are not saying.

“Do I have permission to kiss you?”  Josh asks while placing his other hand on your jawline and moving his thumb up and back.  You don’t even get the word yes out fully when he crashes into your lips.  Soft but powerful.  He’s gentle with a dominance that makes your knees weak.  You place your hands on his chest as you break for air.  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do it?  I’m pretty sure Seth is tired of me talking about wanting to kiss you.  I just didn’t know if you felt what I felt and it seemed silly to feel what I feel so quickly.  I kind of freaked out and spilled all the beans to Seth one night on the road.”

So many things were running through your head.  The slight buzz of from the wine and all the things Josh had told you this evening.  The feelings you had that you pushed away and the ones that you let bubble up telling yourself you weren’t good enough.  This man made everything seem right in the world.

“Josh, we feel the same way but we need to talk about some things before we just fall into whatever this is...”  You trail off and lead him to the couch.

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When Dreams Come True pt.2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Hi guys! The love from part one was so incredible that I had to go right ahead and make a part two as soon as I could! Warning it’s gonna get dark here.

PART ONE: https://daydreaming-nerd.tumblr.com/post/186578789641/when-dreams-come-true-bucky-barnes-x-reader

Summary: Bucky has a dream that Hydra takes Y/N and it turns into a reality he swore he’d never have to face.

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, blood, almost rape, fluff at the end. Lots of POV changes here so just be aware of that.

3RD PERSON POV:

Bucky woke up that morning in an unfamiliar situation. First of all he had never slept so good in his life and second of all y/n wasn’t in bed next to him. He looked at the clock next to his bed and found it blinking, power outage. He looked again at y/n’s pillow and found a flash drive with a note on it that read ‘BARNES’. He didn’t know why, but upon reading the note his blood ran cold and he knew right then something was very wrong.

He grabbed the drive and walked briskly out the door. To his surprise the whole team was already in the living room looking somber. Only one thought crossed his mind.

“Where’s y/n?” He asked. There was a silence in the room.

“There was a security breech last night when the power went out. It shut everything down, everything except the security cameras,” Tony said giving Bucky a look filled with pity.

Despite the answer Tony had given him, Bucky’s question still wasn’t answered so he asked again.

“Where’s, y/n?” He said with much more authority.

Tony didn’t have the heart to tell him. He simply let out a sigh and hit a button on the TV remote. The rest of the team couldn’t say a word.

Bucky shifted over to see the TV at a better angle. He saw a black and white video of her and him sleeping from last night. Her back to his chest and his metal arm thrown around her mid section. The window near the bed opened up and two men dressed in black creeped in, Hydra patch clearly visible on their arm. They walked up behind Bucky and placed a rag over his mouth for a few seconds, Bucky didn’t even flintch. Then they made their way over to y/n and did the same to her, she woke up thrashed around and suddenly went limp. They left the drive on her pillow and with that they slipped out the window with her.

Tony turned off the TV and the room remained just as silent as it was when he got there. Bucky had sat there mouth open trying to process what he had just seen.

“They took her,” he said.

“Do you have the drive that they left?” Steve asked already trying to solve the problem.

Bucky simply handed the drive to Tony who plugged it into the TV. The Hydra symbol flashed onto the screen and then a video of a man in a white coat came on.

“Sergeant Barnes how nice of you to join us,” he spoke his face taking up almost the whole frame. “You’ve probably noticed by now that you might be missing something. Something we need more than you. You see Project WS2 needed a strong and cunning subject and when we saw her in action yesterday, well we could not resist temptation.” Said the man German accent thick.

He backed away from the camera to show y/n in a small room with a single lamp dangling from the ceiling. She was chained to the wall and looked as though she had already taken a beating.

Bucky felt his heart break and he fell to his knees.

“And to think Sargeant Barnes, we took her right out of your arms.” The man laughed.

“What’s Project WS2?” Steve asked.

“It’s their new Winter Soldier,” answered Nat “they planned to find a subject who was already physically trained and then mentally break them.”

“I’ve chosen to share this experience with you through this live stream. I thought you wouldn’t want to miss the breaking of your sweetheart.” Said the man moving out of the frame so all that could be seen was her.

“No no no no no,” Bucky rambled getting closer to the TV as if you could hear him.

The man in the white coat appeared next to you, looking down on you.

“Such a shame for such beauty to go to waste,” he said grabbing her jaw so she would be forced to face him “though, I’m sure we will be able to find a use.” He smiled evily. A man in the other corner of the room laughed as he came toward her he pulled out a knife and stabbed her in the shoulder causing her to let out a blood curdling scream.

“NO!” Bucky screamed at the TV again.

“Say goodbye to your soldier,” said the man approaching the camera.

“Bucky it’s a trap!” She screamed and with that the screen cut to black.

The whole living room was in shock.

“We have to get her back,” Bucky said, tears spilling down his face.

“We will Buck I promise,” said Steve.

“Hate to break up the little optimism party but we have no idea where they’re keeping her,” Tony chimed in.

“I know,” said Bucky “I’ve seen that room before”

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YOUR POV:

“Bucky it’s a trap!” I screamed, but it was too late the camera was shut off and the little red light was gone. The room I was in was freezing cold and the tank top and shorts I wore to bed weren’t helping me warm up.

The man in black kicked me in the ribs shattering one and punched me in the face causing my nose to bleed for the second time. He grabbed me by the back of the head and made me face him.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “Now, you’re gonna pay. Not even your soldier and his band of freaks can save you now.” He said jabbing a knife into your thigh.

I screamed again.

“Do with her what you must,” said the doctor in white as he grabbed some files and head for the door “when she’s ready you know where to find me.” And with that he was gone.

“You hear that darling? It’s just you and me now. And I’m gonna break your mind until you’re ready for it to be scrambled.” He said reaching for the buckle on his jeans my heart dropped and I started screaming at the top of my lungs.

“NO! NO! PLEASE NO!”

But no one could hear me.

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3RD PERSON POV:

“It’s all my fault,” said Bucky sitting on the crate next to Steve who was getting ready to board the jet.

“It’s not your fault Buck. No one would’ve guessed that this would happen,” said Steve putting on his gear.

“I did...I had a dream about it the other night and she said I had nothing to worry about...I told her I’d never let anything happen to her,” Bucky said breaking down in tears. “And now I might lose her forever...and the worst part is they took her right out of my arms...the one place I told myself they could never hurt her and they took her right out of my arms.”

“There was nothing you could’ve done Buck, they knocked you out same as her.”

“I can’t lose her Steve,”

Steve moved over to sit on the crate next to Bucky.

“A hundred years ago I lost Peggy because of Hydra, I’m not gonna let you lose y/n.” He said.

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YOUR POV:

I had no clue how long I had been here for. My body was completely numb and I couldn’t tell if it was from being beaten and used or from the cold but from what I could gather it was a combination of both.

My throat hurt from all the screaming and my wrists were raw from all the struggling. At this point I had broken bones and a multiple cuts and stab wounds.

When the doctor finally came back he attached multiple wires to my head.

“You might want to bite down on this,” he said putting a leather strap in between my teeth.

He walked over to the machine and turned a knob sending electricity to my brain making me feel the worst pain I had ever felt in my life.

He cranked it higher and higher until I passed out.

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3RD PERSON POV:

The teams jet was parked outside and after trudging through the ice and snow of the alps they finally made it inside the Hydra facility.

“Follow me,” said Bucky, determination in his eyes.

The team ran down the hall easily taking out anyone who dared crossed them. A few turns and Bucky found the room where he too had been broken once. All the sudden alarms went off in the building signaling that it was about to blow. This was Hydra’s trap. He kicked the door down and before he could even take a step further there she was. His y/n. There she was shackled to the wall covered in cuts, blood and bruises. And what’s worse her shorts and panties down around her ankles meaning only one thing. She was sickly pale and hadn’t moved.

“No no no no,” he rushed to her side “Y/n wake up!”

No response. He put his hand on her bloodied face. She was ice cold.

“Y/n! Please wake up!” He cried.

“Bucky c’mon we gotta get out of here!” Steve said.

With that Bucky picked her up and ran to the jet with her as fast as possible.

“Lay her down on the bed,” said Bruce already getting out his medical gear. Bucky did as he was told.

Steve and Nat rushed onto the jet and closed the hatch locking out the blizzard outside. Bruce was already assessing her, plugging in IV’s and bandaging wounds. Bucky stood right behind him watching closely. The whole crew had come to a stop to watch and hope that Bruce would be able to deliver good news.

Minutes later he spoke.

“Multiple stab wounds including her shoulder, leg and abdomen, fractured rib and collar bone, severe head trauma and sufficient blood loss.”

“Will she be okay?” Asked Bucky.

“I’m not sure. Right now she’s in a coma and because I can’t tell what caused the head trauma I can’t tell you when or if she’ll ever wake up,” Bruce said taking his glasses off and rubbing his temples “it’s up to her now.”

A silent tears flooded Bucky’s eyes as he approached her. He sat on a stool and took her hand in his.

“Hey doll, I don’t know if you can hear me but I heard once that people in comas can hear their surroundings so I’m really hoping that’s true.” Bucky sniffled. “I’m so sorry doll. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry I let all this happen. I know it’s all my fault. I know I told you I would never let anything happen to you and I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep that promise. I promise I’ll never let anything happen to you again. I know what you’ve been through doll, believe me I do. I know how much pain you must be in. B-but you gotta w-wake up now doll.”

Bucky’s tears were flowing faster than ever and he was getting chocked up. Sniffles and silent cries could be heard from the team behind him but he payed no mind and continued on.

“Y-you gotta wake up now doll because we have so many things we still have to do. Like go to that pizza place down the block that we keep saying we’re gonna eat at and I still gotta take my best girl out dancing at retro night over in that little bar.” He laughed remembering how you’ve been begging him to show you how to dance like they did in the 40’s “and your birthdays in a few weeks doll and boy do I have something special planned for you. I’m gonna absolutely spoil you rotten. I’m gonna wake you up with a hundred kisses and make you breakfast in bed and when you’re done we’re gonna go out on the town and I’m gonna buy you all the dresses and shoes you ever wanted and that night when I take you to your special birthday dinner...I’m...I’m gonna ask you to marry me...and then we can dance to your favorite song...and we can go home... and cuddle up and go to bed and in the morning we can start planning our wedding. But we can’t do that until you wake up doll, you gotta wake up. I can’t live without you, I can’t live knowing you’d still be alive if it wasn’t for me.”

And then Bucky lost it. He broke down sobbing into her cold hand.

“Please y/n! Please!” He cried.

But she still wouldn’t wake up.

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3RD PERSON POV STILL:

Three days. It had been three days. Three days since y/n had been rescused and three days since Bucky had eaten.

He hadn’t left her side since he found her. He blamed himself. Sometimes the others would come in a talk to him but it was the equivalent to talking to a brick wall. He was so sleep deprived and hungry he couldn’t hold a conversation. Everyone had started to worry. If y/n never woke up would he simply starve to death and die? They couldn’t handle losing two of their dear friends all at once.

Steve walked into the room, sandwich in hand

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said leaning against the door frame.

“I’m okay,” Bucky stayed blandly.

“C’mon Buck you haven’t eaten in almost three days,” Steve said pulling up a chair next to Bucky. “Starving yourself isn’t going to bring her back.”

“I just can’t believe I let this happen to her,”

“It wasn’t your fault,”

“Sure feels like it,”

“You know,” Steve started “about a hundred years ago I dropped my best friend off a train and I blamed myself-,”

“That wasn’t your fault Steve,”

Steve simply gave Bucky a look that said ‘and this isn’t your fault either’

“Eat Bucky, she would want you to,” Steve said standing up and walking out the door.

Bucky reluctantly took a bite of the sandwich and then set it on the night stand.

“Come back to me doll. Please come back to me.” Bucky sighed casting his head down

Suddenly y/n’s index finger twitched causing Bucky to shoot his head up.

“Doll can you hear me?!”

Multiple fingers twitched.

“STEVE! STEVE! COME HERE!” He screamed “come on doll wake up I’m right here.”

Her eyelids twitched and a small groan escaped her lips. Steve busted through the door.

“What, What is it?” He said out of breath.

“I think she’s waking up. Go get Bruce,” said Bucky.

“Bu-,” whispered y/n. Her eyes twitching open ever so slowly.

“I’m right here doll,” Bucky said holding her hand closer than ever.

“Bucky?” She said opening her eyes.

“Oh doll thank god,” Bucky started to cry placing his had on her cheek. “I thought I lost you.”

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YOUR POV:

A FEW WEEKS LATER:

“Bucky! Bucky! Stop I’m awake!” I said trying to survive my kiss attack wake up call.

“Good Morning doll!” smiles Bucky. “I brought you breakfast!” He said picking up a tray from the night stand.

“Breakfast in bed?! What’s the occasion?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Your birthday of course!” He said setting it down. “Now when you’re done eating get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. I’ve got a whole day planned for us!”

“Oh do you now?”

“Yes I do! Now I have to go finish cleaning the dishes,” he said walking away.

“Hey hey hey! Where’s my kiss?” I said.

He turned around and gave me a sweet kiss before hustling out to finish the rest of the dishes.

“I love you Sarg!” I yelled out the door.

“I love you too doll!” I heard from the kitchen.

I could tell today was going to be a good day.

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Suite 114 | Pt. 1 | ((ON HOLD))

■ pairing: Jimin x Female OC

■ genre/warnings: fluff, angst, eventual smut

■ words: 6k

■ summary: An innocent staring contest leads to a not so innocent relationship.

As soon as the clock ticks 7pm, I throw the last batch of cupcakes I was frosting into the large, industrial-sized refrigerator and let the door slam shut. The loud noise makes me cringe.

I hope my manager didn’t hear that.

Yanking off my apron, I walk to the lunch room and hang it with the others on the wall. My boss, Isa, already knew I was leaving 2 hrs early today but I still poked my head into her office to let her know I was leaving. She responded with a soft smile and ‘Have fun!’ before returning to her paperwork. I was beyond lucky to find such a nice job AND the sweetest boss in the world. Most head bakers in the city were rude, with no care for any of their employees’ feelings. Especially to people like me, who had zero experience.

After 4 years in college for culinary arts, I thought finding work would be easy, but I was wrong. 21 years old and jobless made it difficult to live in the city, but thankfully this job was practically thrown into my lap 3 months ago. How many people can say they were hired through Instagram? I guess all of those perfectly staged photos of desserts I’d upload weren’t a waste of time like everyone used to tell me they were.

A loud honk let’s me know that my ride is here. I look out the front window of the bakery and see my friend, Mina, bouncing in anticipation in the driver’s seat of her car. She’s waving at me to come out with a hurried expression on her face. I quickly turn the shop’s ‘OPEN’ sign on the front door to ‘CLOSED’ and walk out, locking the door behind me. The instant the door latches closed, my heart begins pumping wildly. Adrenaline rushes throughout my body as I run to the passenger side of the car, smiling like a little girl. I practically fall into the seat before shutting the door and buckling myself in.

Mina looks at me as if in shock, “We’re going to meet the most handsome men in the world and you’re wearing….that.” She glares at my shirt.

My eyes follow hers to my soft pink colored blouse with a white peter pan collar. “I forgot to bring a change of clothes this morning. We don’t have time to stop by my place for me to change. So this is what I have to deal with.” I frown.

“Oh no. You are not going to approach your future husband looking like a maid.” She says, almost sarcastically.

My hand goes to cover my heart, pretending I’m hurt by her words. “What if Park Jimin has a maid fetish? You never know.” I purse my lips and try not to laugh, secretly hoping he does have that fetish.

She bursts out laughing and puts the car into gear before taking off. “Well, at least you don’t have to wear those ugly leather shoes you have on.” I glance down at my work shoes. “Because I love you, I brought the converse you left at my house last week. They’re in the back.” She points a finger over her right shoulder towards the back seat.

“Oh my God Mina. You’re the best! I totally forgot I had left those at your house.” I turn in my seat to look for my shoes in the back. They weren’t that easy to find, buried underneath 3 different sweaters and tons of books. I grab them and start to turn around when I spot a black sweater folded neatly on the seat.

“What’s this black sweater for?” I ask.

“Oh, I ordered it online but its it’s a little too big for me. It’s supposed to be oversized, but it’s way too oversized.” She shrugs. I raise one eyebrow and look at her small frame in the seat. She always wears super fitted clothing so the sweater probably isn’t as big as she’s making it out to be. “I have to return it when I get a chance.”

My mind won’t let me get rid of the curiosity about the sweater, so I grab it and open it up in front of me. It feels extremely soft in my hands and the knitted fabric gives easily. Almost all of it is black except for two thick white stripes going across the arms and chest. I instantly fall in love with it.

“I love it, Mina.” I hug it to my chest to show her how much I love it. She shakes her head and laughs at me. “Pleeeeeeeeease let me wear it tonight. Please.” I flash her my best puppy dog eyes.

“Really Anna? You know that doesnt work on me,” my facial expression falls back into place. “You can have it if you like it that much. It can be a super early birthday gift.”

“Awe! Thank you Mina!” My arms awkwardly wrap halfway around her torso in a makeshift hug. She playfully pushes me off of her.

“No problem, girly.”

I slip my arms into the sweater and over my head, pulling it down into place. It fits as perfectly as an oversized sweater can fit, hanging loosely on my sides and reaching almost past my bottom. Sighing contentedly, I reach down to change out of my ugly work shoes and into my black high tops. My feet slipping into my favorite shoes comfortably.

My pink socks, the only item I love from my work uniform, stop right below my knees. The grey pleated skirt touching halfway down my thighs, showing just the right amount of skin.

‘I must look like a school slacker in this outfit.’ I think to myself as I release my hair from its constricting bun and let my long chestnut curls fall down my back.

Mina breaks the short silence with a high pitched squeal. “I can’t believe we’re about to touch BTS. Anna! Are you wrapping your head around this!?” She voices loudly.

My eyes widen out of excitement. “No, I’m not wrapping my head around it fully. It probably won’t even hit me until after we’ve shaken their hands.” We both whine in unison. “I can’t believe that we spent 200 dollars just to touch them. What were we thinking?!”

“I think we were letting our hormones guide us. I just…can’t give up the chance to touch Namjoon’s hand. Anna! Oh my gosh!!!! We’re almost there.” She starts shaking in her seat and fanning her face with one hand. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

I raise one eyebrow in her direction. Calm down Mina. It’s just a hand.

A really beautiful hand…

Oh my…I’m about to touch Jimin’s hands.

His delicate fingers are going to wrap around mine……I bet they are so smooth.

I bet his lips are smooth too….

I clench my eyes shut and cover my face with both of my hands, trying to clear my mind and keep myself from freaking out like my current chauffeur is doing. Mina is practically hyperventilating in my ear, making it hard for me to calm down.

“Mina! Pay attention to the road! We have to make it there without crashing before we can touch them. Okay?!” I say as calm as I can, even though my insides are as worked up as Mina’s.

It would be a horrible death, crashing on the way to a BTS fan meet. Leaving this world before meeting the man that fuels my, mostly naughty, dreams at night. He would see the news of our car crash not even knowing how much he drove my insides crazy. Tragic. Imagining how soft his hands feel is enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life….and enough to have me squeezing my thighs together right now.

You are in so deep, Anna.

Arriving at the convention center, I immediately regret not just taking the day off. The line to get in is beyond ridiculous. At least 200 fans are waiting, in a barely-moving line, trailing all the way down the street. Thankfully as we pass by the front entrance, we notice a separate line with a sign that says ‘VIP Ticket Holders’, which is what we spent a fortune on wondering if it would be worth it or not.

Mina and I speak in unison, “Definitely worth it.” We look at each other and screech.

We park and practically run to the VIP line. Only six other people are in front of us and our line is moving rather fast. I look to my side at Mina who is fixing her makeup in a little pocket mirror, then glance around to see that almost every other girl is doing the same. I grab my lip moisturizer from my little black backpack and apply it slowly while still observing everyone else. Should I have worn makeup? I could count on both hands how many times I’ve worn makeup in my life. I think its it’s mostly laziness that keeps me from even giving it a chance. I still keep a little bag of essentials at home, in case I have to go somewhere formal.

It starts to sprinkle, which makes the ticket holders work a little faster. We enter the building and rush over to the table where they keep all of the extra goodies that are included in our VIP package. One of the ladies hands me a paper-sized photo for the autographs, an army bomb keychain, a pack of 3D stickers, and of course, my VIP lanyard. The main reason we paid for VIP tickets was to participate in the new activity they introduced for this meet. Apparently, we’ll get a random surprise action we get to do with one BTS member. I’ve heard rumors of selfies and serenades, but serenades seem too good to be true. I hope it is true though. I put the lanyard around my neck and follow Mina into the main room filled with seats.

Taking up most of the room are hundreds of folding chairs arranged so that there’s one big aisle down the middle leading to the stage. On the stage is a long table covered in a black tablecloth. Seven glass bowls filled with what looks like folded pieces of paper are evenly spread along the table top. Behind the table is a big screen covering most of the wall, the rest concealed by long, red velvet curtains.

Mina grabs my hand and drags me to the closest seats we can find, which is in the 3rd row on the left side. We maneuver past other fans already sitting down to two empty seats in the middle of the row. Once seated, we take out all of our new goodies and fangirl over them like everyone around us is doing too. I keep staring at Jimin’s beautiful face in the photo we were given. Mina, doesn’t stop talking about how sexy Namjoon is in his black choker necklace he’s wearing in the photo.

After about half an hour the room is completely full and buzzing with the voices of fangirls and fanboys. I’m almost to the point of putting earphones in to block out all of the noise when the lights dim and someone approaches the microphone on the corner of the stage. As the man speaks, he welcomes us to the fan meet and lists the rules we must follow. No unsolicited touching. No screaming in their faces. No kissing. No gifts. No sharing of personal information. And no pushing.

Some in the crowd groan as he finishes saying the rules. When he speaks again, everyone quiets down. “Today we are testing a new activity that’s never been done before. On the table there are 7 bowls filled with slips of paper. Inside each piece of paper there is a random activity that can be done with that corresponding member. This activity is only available to the VIP ticket holders and can only be done for one member, so choose wisely!”

With that, the noise in the room reaches the loudest it’s been so far. Everyone around us loudly discusses what they think the activities are, ignoring the speaker who is trying to recapture the crowd’s attention.

He finally finishes talking and introduces BTS, causing what feels like the whole building to shake as everyone stands up and screams. Namjoon comes out first in the line and Mina grips my arm as she jumps up and down, screaming beside me. The rest of the members file out after him and stand at the front of the stage to introduce themselves one by one, finishing with a bow.

My heart skips a few beats at the sight of Jimin. A smile is plastered to his handsome face and his dark hair is parted to the side, showing just enough of his forehead. Even the way the way he bows makes me scream internally.

They take their seats behind the table and smile at the crowd while giving finger hearts and arm hearts. Jimin does a big heart with his arms and screams, “I love you AMI!”. My heart explodes in my chest at his absolute cuteness.

Now I’m the one acting crazy.

My cheeks flush red and I jump up on my tippy toes to get a better look at him.

Why am I so short?

I can’t control the pout on my face when I fail at getting a better view. The thought of standing on my chair crosses my mind many times throughout the meet. There were several times when the crowd would go wild and I couldn’t even see what happened. Mina is no help either beside me screaming her head off. Thankfully the girls in front of me sit down halfway through, allowing me to finally enjoy myself.

When the time comes to start forming the line to go onto the stage, my nerves are through the roof. Fans are pushing each other and cutting in line, despite being told to line up in the order we were seated. We wait in line, chatting nervously while watching the members sign things and shake hands with other fans. One girl selects a piece of paper from the bowl in front of Jungkook and immediately screams. When she shows Jungkook the paper, he smiles and gets up to lean over the table. The girl takes out her phone and snaps a selfie with Jungkook as he rests his head on her shoulder and holds up a peace sign. My insides do somersaults just imagining taking a picture like that with Jimin.

Many others in front of us pick out slips from the bowls of whichever member they want, each time squealing and screaming as they read the paper; their screams making my nerves worse each time. So far I’ve only seen people receive selfies and kisses on the hand.

There’s got to be more than those two right?

Once we’re up on the stage, I tell Mina to go before me. She obliges and giddily moves in front of me. I watch her with a racing heart shake J-hope’s hand and tell him how much she loves him. He responds with ‘I love you too’ and flashes her a huge grin before holding his arms out towards her. They hug as I stare at them open-mouthed.

This lucky bitch.

He signs her photo and moves on, giving space for me to approach. He laughs at the incredulous look on my face and reaches his hand out the shake mine.

Oh my gosh, I’m touching Hobi.

His hands are rough….

But also so warm.

I blurt out, “You have a beautiful personality.” He blushes slightly.

“Thank you.” he says.

I hand him my picture to sign. “No, thank you!”

I scrunch my face, cringing at my awkwardness.

Well, it wasn’t a lie…

I hope he doesn’t think I’m weird.

I take my picture and move on to the next few members, trying not to talk too much and embarrass myself. First Tae, then onto Jungkook sitting right next to him. He has his arm around Tae’s shoulder.

Taekook confirmed?

Next is Yoongi who is as chill as ever, leaning back in his chair smiling as I approach him. I slide him the picture and say, “Your lyrics have helped me through so many hard times in my life.”

He sits up and smiles brightly at me. “Thank you so much.” he responds.

I know Namjoon is next just by the high pitched squeal coming from Mina’s direction. I look over at her as Yoongi signs my picture. Namjoon is laughing hard at her reaction and points to the bowl of papers in front of him. Her eyes go wide and she hurriedly reaches in to grab one, then lifts it to read.

“Selca!!!!” she says a little louder than necessary. Namjoon mouths ‘Ahh’ and leans over the table to take a selfie with her. He holds fingers up behind her head, making her face turn beet red. I hear the shutter noise at least 5 times before he sits back down.

Yoongi is still holding the photo and enjoying the show next to us. I reach for it and say, “Thank you.” He smiles and waves.

I barely even register Namjoon speaking to me because of the fact that Jimin is sitting right next to him, and Mina is handing him her picture.

Holy shit.

Namjoon waves his hands widely in front of my face, causing Jimin to notice and look over at me. Our eyes meet and my heart stops beating. He smiles at me.

Holy crap. Calm down heart.

I turn my head to look at Namjoon quickly. He’s shaking his head and grinning with one side of his mouth.

Fuck, I hope I didn’t offend him.

“I’m so sorry.” I apologize quickly and hand him my photo. He takes it and starts autographing it.

“No worries.” he says before handing it back. I grab it and practically bend it with how tense my fingers are, trying to suppress my growing nervousness.

Mina grabs my hand, pulling me out of my trance, and practically yanks me to stand in front of Jimin. She must know how jumbled up my insides are.

Jimin is gazing at me with raised eyebrows when I finally look up at him. His plump lips pursed together as if he’s trying not to smile. I stare at them for a whole second too long and lay my photo on the table in front of me.

My mind goes completely blank, “Ahhh……”

“I love your bracelet.” he says.

What?

Out of instinct I grab my right wrist with my other hand and look down at it. My silver chain bracelet with a single chimmy charm hangs loosely around my wrist.

Duh….how could I forget?

“Uhh…..thank you!” I spit out awkwardly.

Shit. He has to know now that he’s my bias…

I make eye contact with him a few times before I remember the bowl in front of him. He sees me glance at it and pushes it towards me on the table.

Smiling, I reach in and grab a piece of paper hoping it will be something that will help break me out of this awkward situation I am in with Jimin. Park. Jimin. I mentally cross my fingers and open the slip.

I furrow my eyebrows at what it says and hesitantly look at Jimin’s eyes watching me intently. My mouth opens slightly.

“Staring contest?” I say questioningly.

His face immediately lights up and a blinding smile spreads across it. “I wasn’t expecting that!” he exclaims.

A quiet giggle escapes my lips, “Me either..”

Jimin laughs at my confused face and reaches out to grab both of my hands. My heart flutters wildly in my chest at the sensation of his skin grazing mine.

Ahhhhh.

He’s….touching me.

I hold my breath and try to savor the feeling of his soft hands on mine, locking it in my memories for later reference.

“Are you ready?” he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, waiting for me to respond.

I’ll never be ready…

“Yes.” I respond, barely above a whisper.

He grabs both of my hands tighter and runs his thumb on the back my left hand. My soul leaves my body as he bites one side of his bottom lip.

I’m not gonna survive this at all.

He licks his lips, “Okay…..Go!”

Our staring contest comenses.

I try not to think about how dumb my face looks right now, my eyes wide open trying not to blink and my mouth open as well, concentrating as hard as I can. Those deep brown eyes staring back at me widen and come closer.

He wiggles his eyebrows trying to get me to break, but I hold steady and bite my lip hard to withhold from breaking eye contact.

When he lowers his head slightly so that he’s gazing up at me under low lids I feel heat surge to my cheeks and unwillingly to my core.

Oh my God. This is actually turning me on.

My cheeks grow even more red with the thought of being turned on by Jimin…..right in front of him as he watches me.

I notice him moving slightly in his seat before he let’s go of one of my hands and puts it under the table, out of view. My heart drops at the loss of his warm hand but he repays me with a quick slip of his tongue over his lips, then pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it lightly.

I accidently let out a barely audible groan, but it must have been loud enough for him to hear because his eyes immediately go wide and he lets loose of the tight hold he has on his lip. A slow smile creeps across his face. It’s as if he knows how he’s affecting me with those eyes and mouth of his. If only he knew how much they did affect me most nights….

I feel my hand being turned so that my palm is facing up, then his finger sliding from my wrist all the way to the tip of my middle finger, sending little shocks up my arm and through my body. I almost look down at what he’s doing, but I mentally catch myself. I honestly don’t know how much more of this I can handle.

My lower abdomen is tight and tingling when he separates his lush lips and runs his tongue over them slowly and sensually. I blink rapidly and inhale a harsh breath before covering my face with both of my hands and whining into them.

Fuck. I lost.

It was well worth it though.

A beautiful and heartwarming laugh makes me uncover my face and look my victor in the eyes. I pout my lips, pretending I’m upset. Which is honestly far from the truth. I’d gladly lose 100 times over just to see him lick his lips like that again, despite the embarrassment on my side.

He has a cocky grin on his face when he says, “I won.”

So much blood rushes to my face that I feel faint for a moment. I’ve never been attracted to cockiness up until this point.

“Yeah…that wasn’t fair at all to me though!” I respond.

“Why?” he asks with a quizzical look.

Really?

“You can’t expect me to not crack when you’re making those types of faces at me.” I cringe inwardly realizing that I basically just confessed how much his actions really affected me.

He smirks again, “What types of faces?”

My eyes go big.

Wow.

“You….uhh.” I look away for a split second then turn back shaking my head. “Nevermind.”

“Come on,” he laughs.

I start to reply but stop when I see Namjoon nudging Jimin in his side to get his attention.

“You’re holding up the line.” he tells him.

I glance to my left to see that everyone in front of me has already gotten off stage and gone back to their seats. Jin is sitting to the left of Jimin, staring open-mouthed at me.

Holy crap.

He must’ve been watching everything transpiring between Jimin and I. I now have a permanent blush on my cheeks. I smile softly at him and turn back to face Jimin when I hear him speak.

“What’s your name?” he holds out his hand in front of me.

Does he want to hold my hand again?

“Don’t you have a picture for me to sign?” he says in his soft voice.

“Oh! Yeah!” I hand him the photo to sign.

“So, what’s your name?” he smiles.

“Uh. ah…..Anna.”

“Anna..” he repeats it back to me softly. My name falling off his lips like a treasured word, making my heart squeeze. His hand moves across the picture gracefully as he signs it.

The noise of the rest of the room starts getting loud again. I look to my right to see the next two girls behind me glaring daggers my way.

Geez…

Jimin is still writing as I look away from the girls’ harsh stares. How extravagant must his signature be if he’s taking this long? Maybe he’s writing a cute message for me too?

Just as I start to really question how much longer he’s going to take, he finishes and swiftly hands me the photo.

“Bye.” he says grinning.

This boy and his smiling.

I smile back and wave goodbye before moving on to Jin. He says hi and takes the picture from my hands, giving me the final signature I need. I watch him look for an empty space to sign, his eyes searching the photo before widening and looking up at me fast.

What?

I raise one eyebrow out of habit.

What’s wrong with him?

He looks back down and quickly signs his name before handing it back to me. I grab it slowly and pull it to my chest, wondering why he’s acting so strange.

“Thank you.” I say and head back to my seat.

When I reach my seat, Mina is staring at me as if she were looking at a ghost.

“What!?….What is it?” I ask, thinking there must be something wrong with my hair or maybe something stuck in my teeth. Panic seizes my chest as I think of how that could be why Jin was staring at me so surprised.

I sit down in my seat and continue watching her, waiting for her to answer me. “Mina, what?” She looks around us, causing me to follow suit. Everyone close to us is either openly glaring or trying to act like they aren’t.

“People keep talking about ‘the girl holding up the line’"

I look back up on stage to see who shes talking about when it registers that it was me. I AM the girls who was holding up the line.

Oh God.

“Umm….how long was I up there?” I ask.

“Well, I’ve been back in my seat for almost five minutes now.”

“Five minutes!?”

She nods her head. Everyone must be mad that I was at the table longer…..Oh well. I shake my head and sit back. I try to enjoy the rest of the event and pretend I don’t feel everyone staring at me.

Watching the rest of the fans finish up on stage, I can’t help but glance at Jimin every once in a while. Unexpectedly he’s looking right at me when I look over at him around the fifth time. I freeze, not being able to break eye contact with him. Soon another fan goes up to him and he looks away.

It’s not that I don’t want him to look at me, it’s just that it feels like I can’t breathe every time he does.

We make eye contact a few more times before I decide to stop looking his way.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. “Hey, I have to go to the bathroom….I’ll be right back.” Mina whispers.

“Okay.”

The crowd starts screaming and some stand up as soon as Mina leaves the row. I look over in the direction where everyones looking to see two girls taking pictures with Jungkook and Tae.

I wish I could’ve gotten a picture with Jimin.

Subconsciously, my eyes look over at Jimin. He’s relaxed, leaning back in his chair and staring right at me. It’s not a friendly stare, more like a dark stare. He glances around him then holds a picture up in front if him and points at it.

I furrow my brows and look down at the signed picture in my lap. I totally forgot to look at it after everyone signed it. Lifting it up, I glance over everyones signature until I get to jimins.

But its it’s not just a signature…

He wrote my name with hearts on either side followed by his beautiful signature. Underneath is smaller writing. I bring it closer to make out what it says and my heart drops into my stomach.

There’s a hotel name….and a suite number.

Suite 114.

What?

Suite 114….

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

I know he’s watching me from the tingle I feel on the back of my neck. For sure he’s laughing at my reaction to seeing what he wrote. I’m not even sure if this is real. Is he serious? Is this a joke? Why would Park Jimin want me to know where he is staying?

My stomach heats up just thinking of the things that could happen in that hotel room. Things that I’ve dreamt of many times….

But he might not be thinking that way…..

The tingling feeling is gone so I peek up at him while still keeping my head down. Thankfully he’s signing a photo and not staring me down, making me feel nervous. I can’t take my eyes off of the way his dark hair falls in front of his face. He runs his hand through those black locks and hands the fan her picture, returning his gaze to me once again.

My heart is beating three times faster than it should be as I stare back, not having the mental strength to look away. He flashes me a devilish smile and licks those plump, pink lips once again.

He definitely doesn’t want to just have tea with me in that hotel room…

As hard as it is, I avoid looking towards his end of the table for the rest of the meet. It eventually ends and all of the members of BTS bow and exit the room. The crowd is enormous and it is complete HELL leaving the building, and even worse leaving the parking lot.

We manage to make it back to my apartment around midnight. It should’ve only taken us half an hour to get there, but instead it took two.

On the drive home I told Mina everything that happened between me and Jimin in excruciating detail. She started crying as I described the encounter. To be honest I’m not sure why I’m not crying as well. My ultimate bias wants me to meet him in his hotel room. It’s like I’m living in a fucking fan fiction! Mina didn’t believe it was true until I took out my picture and showed her, which probably wasn’t the best idea seeing as she almost drove off of the road after looking at it.

We walk up the steps to my door and enter my apartment. Well, me and my sister’s apartment. I share one with her for financial reasons. And besides Mina, she’s my best friend.

Mina is grabbing onto my arm as we enter, talking rapidly about whether Jimin could introduce her to Namjoon or not. My sister is sprawled out on the couch half asleep when we walk in and turn the lights on. Mina immediately runs over and throws herself down beside her, grabbing her shoulders. She takes a deep breath before spilling the news.

“Guess who got Jimin’s hotel room number!?” she practically yells in my sisters face.

My sister, Vee, dramatically rubs her eyes and turns to look at me. “NO…You didn’t!” I see her eyes sparkling. I can tell she’s about to freak out like Mina and join in on her bouncing from wall to wall in excitement.

I sigh, “Yeah….” I cover my ears to protect them from the glass-shattering scream my sister releases. She grabs Mina’s hands and they jump around the room like excited children.

Why am I so annoyed by this?

My thoughts are all over the place, my mind almost not even believing I’m awake right now. For some reason, seeing my sister and best friend flipping out makes me want to lock myself in my room. Maybe I just need time to comprehend it all.

I turn, heading in the direction of my room. I make it halfway down the hall before my sister grabs me and pulls me back towards the living room.

“Wait. Why aren’t you freaking out, Anna?” she asks me.

“I don’t know….I am on the inside, trust me! But it’s just so surreal, I feel like its it’s too good to be true.” I’ve never been one to get my hopes up, and this situation was no different.

She holds her hand up to her face and shakes her head. “Well it’s real! Do you even know what this means?!” she smiles hard and waits for me to reply. I just shrug, not having the energy to express everything I’m feeling right now. “Wait….what exactly happened. How did it lead to that?”

As I head to the kitchen to grab something to drink, Mina tells her everything that I described to her on the drive here. I open the fridge and to grab a bottle of water when I see a half empty bottle of moscato in the back. I grab it and pour myself a glass, filling it nearly to the rim. I down half of it, barely even tasting it.

What am I going to do?

Wait. Why am I even questioning this? I can’t deny Park Jimin.

But what if this is all a big joke? What if I show up and him and the rest of BTS laugh at me for having false hope. I don’t think they’d do that…..not those angels…..but it’s all so skeptical.

What if he does this all the time?

Oh my God. What if he just wants a one night stand? I mean…I probably wouldn’t say no but…still it’d be nice knowing what I’m getting myself into before I show up.

Ugh I just don’t know.

My sister’s voice makes me jump, causing some of the wine in my glass to splash onto the floor.

“Well, someone’s clearly stressed.” she giggles and puts her hand on her hip. “Since when do you drink my wine?”

“Since….now.” I tilt the bottom of the glass into air as I gulp down the rest of the wine before placing the empty glass in the sink. I wipe up the little that spilled onto the floor and face my sister.. “Vee, I don’t know what to think right now.”

She and Mina stand side by side, staring at me in disbelief.

“What do you mean you dont know what think?” Mina half yells. “You need to think about what you’re gonna wear when you go to meet Jimin…..easy as that.” my sister nods in agreement.

Groaning, I look at them both. “I don’t know guys, what does he want though?” I say, even though deep down I know full well what he wants. The thought makes my body temperature rise.

“Maybe he wants to get to know you more?” says Vee.

“Or maybe he just wants to fuck.” Mina states matter-of-factly. I groan again and cover my face with my hands.

My sisters voice gets closer, “You’ll never know if you don’t go Sis, and don’t even stand here and tell me that you’d say no to him if that’s what he really wants.”

“I need to go lay down.” I let out a sigh.

Mina gets the hint and pulls me in for a hug, “Okay, just let me know what happens.”

I walk her to the door then head to my room, bypassing my sister as she stands in the middle of the hall.

“I really just need sleep first, Vee.” I say, avoiding eye contact.

My room instantly calms me as I enter. I shut the door and lock it behind me. I find my pajamas and change into them before throwing myself on my bed.

I am so mentally exhausted and confused that I don’t even consider taking a shower. I need to stop thinking and close my eyes. I soon fall asleep and drift into my dreams….

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