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btshodown · 3 years

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Could there possibly be a second part to “dancing with a stranger” like y/n meeting namjoon again?? Obviously you don’t have to cuz you’re the author and it probably wouldn’t make sense to add another part but idk I think i just want to hurt myself more since a happy ending wouldn’t make much sense if you make it realistic

Hey there boo! I’m sorry I took so long to answer, I decided to write a small little something for you! I'm so touched that you would want a second part to this emotional mess of a drabble 🥺 I wasn't in a good head space when I dumped this out, so I never thought someone would want more. I really appreciate you sending this 💕💕 But you are right that this wouldn't end happily, considering it was written about my situation, but with some twists. Just as a treat for you reaching out, I hope you enjoy this little drabble of them meeting/talking after this!💙

Warnings: Good ol' angst

Genre: Unrequited love, pining

Word Count: 2k+

Two years.

It had been two years since the last time you spoke with Namjoon and despite the initial thought of never being able to move on, you found a way. It wasn't perfect, and there were days when you still felt the wound as fresh as when it happened. But...it was easier to brush it off and continue with your day. No longer was it such a debilitating feeling that left you unable to move or interact with friends when it visited. It was more accurately compared to when you'd stub your pinky toe or walked into the corner of a table; something that only hurt for a short time.

You never did find someone else though. After nearly a year of failed dates, being ghosted (or you doing the ghosting), and sometimes even catfishes, you decided to just enjoy your own company. It hadn't been easy the first half year, especially when you had found out that Namjoon had officially gotten with the girl that started the distance. It hurt. It hurt so badly the first month of finding it out and it had led to a desperation to forget him. To forget about the void he had left behind.

Soon enough, however, after getting the usual sighs and tired tones of your friends whenever you'd bring up Namjoon, you learned to stay quiet. You know they meant well and you know they didn't mean to dismiss your pain, but understandably so, they were tired of hearing your bouts of emotional rants concerning him. It didn't take you long at all to realize no one wanted to continue to hear you speak about it; they'd listen only to not hurt you. It had been a harsh slap of reality that you needed to move on. You couldn't continue to torture yourself with how things turned out.

So you unfollowed him on all social media platforms and even blocked him in a flare of pettiness; anything to help heal the wound. You stopped asking about him and his girlfriend, despite the burning curiosity to know how they were doing. You even picked up hiking and began to visit bookstores once more after the initial sting of memories when you two would do the same began to fade away. The things you two used to share in common didn't bring unwanted twists to your stomach anymore and the possibility of running into him was no longer a pressing worry.

It began to feel as if he would no longer haunt you. No longer linger in your heart like an unwanted spirit who only seeked to torment you.

So then why did seeing him on one of the trails you frequently hiked send an electric shock through your nerves and reignite that love you foolishly believed was gone?

And why the fuck couldn't you have bumped into him when you weren't slightly sweaty with no make-up on and wearing plain workout clothes. You weren't even wearing your favorite workout pants that made your ass look good for fucks sake! The universe truly loved to make sure you never got a single nice thing.

Your breath suddenly feels like needles as you immediately stop and pray that he didn't hear the crunching of your shoes on the trail. His back is to you as he stands on the edge of one of the small cliffs, a sort of melancholy disposition surrounding him as he gazed out to the open valley. For a small second though, you let your eyes greedily take him in after two years of actively avoiding him and savor how handsome he still is despite the time passed. You do notice how his biceps are thicker and he dyed his hair a new color since you saw him last; the fading pink suited him better than you'd like to admit. And you? Well...you suppose your hair got a little longer.

Before you could sneak away and pretend as if this surprise encounter didn't happen, his deep voice calls out your name in disbelief. The low murmur simultaneously sent shivers down your spine and made your heart clench in agony. It had been too long since you heard him call out to you.

"Is that really you, ___?"

With your body half turned, it was no secret to him that you were fully planning on ignoring him. Your refusal to look him in the eye made it all the more obvious.

"Uh yeah, long time no see." The casual tone sounds disgustingly forced even to your own ears.

There's a pause of hesitancy from him before the sound of his steps getting closer sends your nerves into a panic. Even if you claimed you moved on and he clearly also did, you realized you weren't ready for this. Weren't ready to put yourself through forced casualness when the wound in your heart hadn't fully closed.

"How are you? It's been…," Namjoon pauses and in that small moment of silence, you could feel his eyes bore into you - a lot gentler from the last time you felt it, "It's been a while since we've talked."

You harshly swallow the scoff that threatened to claw out your throat. The bitterness you tried so hard to get rid of resurfaces at his words. The urge to raise your voice and laugh bitterly in his face was a strong one, but you resist and opt to scuff your shoe against the ground. Did he really not understand just how much the silence had killed you? How his easy dismissal of you from his life was a wound you were still nursing to this day.

“I’ve been okay.” Your curt tone makes you flinch a little, so you clear your throat and finally look up at him. You don’t meet his eyes though; you resolutely stare at his covered forehead to avoid the ache of looking into his eyes. “How have uh...you been?”

Despite being a few feet away from him, you can still hear the soft, quick inhale he takes and from your view of his forehead, you can see it crease slightly. You ignore the blossoms of hope that begin to spread at the thought of him doing just as badly as you were. It was wrong of you to feel that way and you knew it, but it was hard to not hope that you weren’t the only one who had been severely affected by this whole situation.

“I’ve been better,” his soft response shocks you enough to finally make eye contact and in response the corners of his lips lift slightly.

“Oh.” You internally blame the warmth travelling to your face as a sign that the day was getting hotter, along with the next sentence that falls out of your mouth. “How’s uh - how are you and Minsun doing?”

Fuck. You hadn’t meant to ask that. You hadn’t wanted to give the impression that you still cared, that you sometimes couldn’t help, but to wonder about them. However, your eyebrow quirks in curiosity as the question has Namjoon quickly glancing away to the view of the valley, a bitter looking smile replacing the soft one moments ago.

“We’ve been better.”

“Ah...I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be. It’s been something I’ve expected for a while now.”

Your tongue burns in your mouth from holding back all the questions you want to ask. His gaze is void of emotion as he continues to look out onto the scenery; no inclination as to why he decided to vaguely disclose the troubles of his relationship to you. What was the point? Did he want you to know how badly it was going? And if he did, that only brought on a slew of questions you weren’t sure your heart was ready to divulge in.

At the end of it all, you only managed to dumbly mumble an, “Oh.”

An awkward air settles between the two of you as you redirect your own gaze to the mountainside beside you; trying your hardest to push down the unwanted glee surging inside you. Just because it wasn’t working out between them, didn’t mean he wanted you; nor that you were even ready to pick up your friendship with him. Much less think about anything more. The hurt he had left you with to nurse is still present; it would take more than this to fix it.

“___,” your name startles you enough to glance back at him, his eyes holding an indescribable emotion as he smiles gently again. “Would it be too much if I ask to hang out with you sometime? Uh,” his calm air suddenly dissipates at your widening eyes as he begins to fidget nervously with his shirt, “j-just to catch up you know?”

You let the silence envelope you both at this question as your eyebrows refuse to leave the top of your forehead. A war started within you at what to do; was it too soon? Was he only asking because things with his girlfriend weren’t going so well? Were you only ever thought of as an afterthought rather than someone who held value? The questions and doubts were neverending and the longer the silence lasted, the more your eyebrows began their descent to furrow in veinly concealed upset. You had imagined this moment so many times and while before it would bring hope and happiness, now, you’re only left with a bitter taste in your mouth.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“What?” Namjoon’s own confusion and hurt are reflected in his eyes, not quite believing you had just rejected the olive branch he had extended. “What do you mean?”

You take in a deep breath, willing the courage and hurt fuel your words so that you won’t let your resolve crumble. You knew you wanted to speak with him again, but your pride and his nonchalance for it all only made your decision solidify. “Namjoon, it’s been two years and now that you’re telling me things between you and your girlfriend aren’t going well, you ask me to hang out? Do you not see how bad that looks?”

“I didn’t mean it like that! ___, please believe me, it's not like that.”

“So then why decide to talk now, huh? Why not when things were good a year ago or even months ago? Namjoon, I can’t - ” your voice breaks and it takes a hard swallow for you to regain your composure “- I can’t just pretend like nothing happened and go “catch up” as if we’re still friends.”

You don’t miss the flinch your last words give him and you almost cave at the somewhat desperate look in his eyes, but you hold fast and refuse to look away from him. Where this sudden steely resolve came from, you had no idea, but the fact alone that he believed that you would go back like the past two years didn’t happen wounded you. Were you not worth more than that?

But it seems you weren’t the only one who had also steeled their resolve.

Namjoon swallows before he hesitantly takes a step closer to you, hand twitching at this side as if wanting to reach out, but stopping himself. “You did have me blocked, you know.” He pauses, but lets out a sigh as he mutters softly, “But you’re right. I didn’t really try to reach out before either. I did think about it a lot, but I guess I was just too hesitant to.”

His admittance did bring some relief, but it was short lived. At this point you weren’t even sure what would even satisfy you anymore. Did you guys need more time? Would you ever even be able to be friends again? The unknown of it all scared you, but you knew your worth and you knew that you wouldn’t give in so easily. It took two years of his silence for you to finally put yourself first, even when your heart sometimes wanted something else.

“I need more time to think about it,” you finally muttered as you once again stared out onto the scenery. “Maybe one day we could be friends again, but let me just...think it through.” Your feet shuffle in your nervousness as you bring yourself to apologize - after all, he wasn’t the only one who had been in the wrong. “I’m...I also want to say sorry about that fight. I was being stupid and it wasn’t fair to you either.”

You miss the way Namjoon’s eyes widened at your apology and how there was a certain understanding to them, but you hear his response all the same.

“It’s okay...we were both being dumb that day.”

The silence isn’t as suffocating as before, but there was a note of sadness now because despite the apologies; you weren’t ready. Despite trying to move forward and finding your worth, you realize with some bitterness that you still very much loved him. And this time you weren’t so willing to let yourself fall into that feeling so blindly again.

Your eyes briefly meet his before you mutter a quiet “I have to go,” and begin your trek back down the trail, needing to go home and take a long bath to digest today. You don't get far however when you hear him reply with the same soft tone.

“I’ll talk to you later.”

Your steps slow, but with a deep breath you continue on your way without an answer. Maybe you were being petty and maybe you ruined your only chance to possibly mend this thing with him. But you knew deep down that you had to put yourself first no matter if the bridge was completely burned in the process. A selfish part of you though hoped that this time he would be the one chasing after you.

Because you resolutely promised yourself that you would no longer chase what doesn’t serve you. You were worth more than that.

#Kim Namjoon #Bts #RM #Drabble #Namjoon fic #Sorry again for taking so long replying #I'm still on my unplanned hiatus and writing even this took a lot of energy #Maybe one day I'll get back into writing and finish the series I have

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cinnamonbundit · 5 years

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Dude, I Think I Love You (Prologue)

You made an unlikely friend in local pyromaniac, Charlamagne “Sharky” Boshaw, when you came to Hope County. Now, several months later, you both have been traveling from region to region trying to save as many citizens as possible, while also making sure Sharky didn’t burn down entire forests. Aaaand maybe you both secretly (or not so secretly) have a thing for each other. Smut in later chapters. This fic will not be completely canon because I wanna fix the garbage mess Ubisoft has created.

Word count: 1306

Warnings: cursing (LOTS), vulgar/promiscuous language, smut (later)

You never thought in a million years you’d be where you are today, but then again what normal person would expect they’d be trapped in bumfuck nowhere surrounded by crazy cultist, who are led by an even crazier family. That fateful day of the helicopter crash/arrest gone terribly wrong had flipped your life upside down both figuratively and literally.

You’d be lying, if you said you hadn’t at first felt overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. Sometimes you even thought that maybe you should’ve just walked right out of that church. But now all your friends and Marshall Burke were gone, taken by those self-righteous dickheads to “save” them. You were all alone aside from Dutch, but of course, Dutch didn’t always make for the greatest conversationalist. You had never felt so alone surrounded by so many people.

You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that the weight of Hope County rested on the shoulders of a freaking rookie deputy, who by the way had only been a deputy for a little less than a year. The temptation to just lay down in one of the hundreds of doomsday bunkers built by crazy preppers forever was almost overpowering until..

Until you met him that crazy disco-loving redneck, who probably loved fire more than alcohol, Charlamagne Victor Boshaw IV. He was the first actual person to join you in your fight against the Peggies. Boomer was obviously the first actual fighter you had rescued because hey it was cute dog why wouldn’t you. To be totally honest, it was pure fate you had found Sharky while on your drive.

Subsequent to hearing about the loose cougar in the Whitetail Mountains named “Peaches”, you made plans to take a trip up there from the Hope County Jail. You were just barely out of the jail’s driveway, when you saw the smoke coming from the mountains just ahead.

You sat there debating on whether or not you should head up the dirt road to observe the scene and make sure no one or no thing was harmed. As you drove closer you could just make out the shape of the trailers and the sound of.. Disco music? Did people still listen to that in public let alone recreationally?

Mildly confused and especially intrigued you kept driving up the path until you finally reached the trailer park. You pulled off to the side and tried to exit the car as quietly as you could not knowing yet what you would be dealing with it. You could never prepare yourself for what greeted you on top of one of the many trailers, holding a flamethrower.

“What up, Shorty! You come for the barbeque?”

“The wha- where the hell are your pants!?”

A smile crept on your face at the memory, and then you were pulled from your thoughts, when said pyromaniac shifted on the bed above you. He had begged for the top bunk, after telling you how once, when he and his cousin Hurk were younger, Hurk had called dibs on the top bunk in their cabin at the Breakthrough Camp. When it came time for them to bed, Hurk had jumped onto his bunk causing the bed to crumble and crush the bottom bunk. Now Sharky would’ve usually thought that sort of thing was the funniest shit ever, if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was laying on the bottom bed and was simultaneously crushed beneath Hurk’s bed. He swore he broke at least two ribs that day… ok maybe it was just his wrist.

A soft snort from his bed broke the silence in the quiet bunker, and you had to stifle a giggle out how cute it was. You couldn’t risk waking him. At least one of you deserved some sleep, after going around all night “kicking names and taking ass” as Sharky put it. You tried to focus on his breathing, hoping it would lull you to sleep…

You were jolted from your sleep when you heard a thud followed by a crash. Looking around the room, you could make out the figure of Sharky, who was only illuminated by the faint glow of the bathroom light, but you could see that he was holding his foot, hopping in nothing except his boxers.

“Oh shit. Did I wake you, Dep?” He said, after hearing a quiet chuckle escape your lips, making you immediately cover up your mouth with your hand as an attempt to stifle your laughter. “A-are you laughing at me, Shorty?”

Through your laughter, you just barely got your reply out. “Sorry, Shark. Are you ok?” You asked once you had collected yourself, only to laugh again at the goofy face he was making as he feigned offense.

“Well, you see I couldn’t see shit because I didn’t want to be rude to Sleeping Beauty and turn the light on in here, so I, very heroically I might add, walked through this creepy ass bunker to take a shower. Then I stubbed my toe on that table and may or may not have knocked off the lamp.” His ramblings sent you into a fit of laughter, which he joined you in. Through your laughter, you dramatically replied, “My hero.. How can I ever repay you for embarking on such a valiant journey?”

“For starters, you can go hop in that shower because no offense, dude, but you kinda smell like Hurk, after Uncle Hurk locked him out of the house for a week and made him sleep in a pigsty, and it’s a real turn off.” You released a snort at that causing a grin to creep onto his face. “Damn, you’re already startin’ to transform, Dep, I think it may be too late,” he said, while leaning back onto the wall behind him with a shit-eating grin on his face. You playfully gasped and threw the pillow from your bed at his head, which he easily dodged. “Shit, Dep! Haven’t you put me through enough pain today!” He said theatrically, while placing a ringed hand on his chest.

“You’re such a dork,” you said through giggles, and you saw his smile return to his face as he leaned his head, hair still wet from his shower, against the wall. “Well alright I guess,” you started, rising from your spot on the bunk bed, “I’ll get in the shower just for you m’liege.”

He watched you as you slowly sauntered over to him with an unreadable expression on your face before you grabbed ahold of his face and brought it down to you level. His eyes opened wide in shock before you squished his cheeks, forcing his lips into a pout. You lost your composure after seeing his reaction to your closeness and let out a small laugh before starting to speak.

Slowly and quietly with a grin on your face, you mewled, “Sharky,” before you squooshed his face again, which caused him to close those baby browns of his, and shook it slightly. “If you used all the hot water again, I’m gonna kick your ass.” You laughed out, and released your hold on him and (carefully) moved his head back to its spot on the wall with your pointer finger. With that he opened his eyes and sighed watching you walk away and into the bathroom behind him.

It was no secret that you too had been dancing around each other, after one night at the Spread Eagle where you both got hammered on Mary May’s stash, and ended up drunkenly making out in one of the booths. With his head leaned against the wall he listened to you move around in the small bathroom, before he heard the squeaking of the faucet coming to life, followed by a squeal. He shook his head clear of the sexual thoughts and broke out in a knowing laughter.

“Sharky, you dick!”

A/N

My first crack at fic writing I guess. You may remember me mentioning writing this fic, and obviously this is nowhere near how this whole thing is going down. This chapter is pretty boring cuz I’m just trying to set the mood. I’ll let them have a moment of bliss before chaos insures. I’m still trying to think of a title but I’ll tell y’all when I figure that biz out.

Feedback is appreciated!

#sharky x reader #sharky boshaw #sharky boshaw hc #far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #fc5 #fcnd

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theprodigypenguin · 5 years

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TCC Headcanons (part three)

Next part~ I want to dabble more in the other Potter-Weasley kids, so if/when I do a fourth part, I’m going to add some of them. I did a bit of them here, I’m really loving Fred, or the version of Fred that’s stuck in my head, but yea. I’m having fun making these, they’re pretty relaxing.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

While attending school, Scorpius had a tendency to talk to the ghosts at Hogwarts; pretty much all of them.

He even became decent friends with Myrtle and would talk to her about bullies and how to deal with them.

He's an angel honestly and even Helena Ravenclaw loves him.

When he got on the train to Hogwarts for his fifth year he gave the Trolley Witch a homemade friendship bracelet to apologize for jumping out of the train the year before.

For the next three years on the train he would talk to her and hold conversations with her whenever she stopped at his and Albus' compartment.

He learned her name and asked her to tell at least one fun story when she was with them (he especially enjoyed the stories about school-age Dumbledore, Newt Scamander sneaking animals onto the train, and the Mauraders, just everything about them).

At one point he bought candy off the trolley and gave her a piece to enjoy because she sells them all the time but she should also be able to enjoy them once in a while.

She didn't eat it of course (idk does she even eat) but she keeps it in her pocket at all times and never takes her bracelet off.

Whenever Scorpius started regularly visiting the Potter's after their fourth year he would always end up washing dishes and doing random chores simply because he's just that sweet and nice.

And Albus would end up roped into the work because Scorpius is showing him up around his parents that's not cool.

Ginny: Al can you take the trash out please?

Albus: In a minute mum.

Ginny: I bet Scorpius would take it out when I asked.

Albus: Gimme the fuckin trash bag.

Scorpius and Albus commandeered the sofa under the window in the Slytherin common room during their second year.

By then no one wanted to sit with them anyway so no one ever took their couch and didn't go near it.

Even passing dumb rumors like "if you sit there you'll be cursed as Voldemort's trump card forever" or "that sofa saps all your magic, if you sit there you'll turn into a squib like Potter".

The window looks out into the Black Lake, and Scorpius has taken to trying to communicate with the merpeople who occasionally swim up to the enchanted glass.

Mainly he communicates in pictures, drawing the merpeople and holding his sketches up to the window so the merfolk can enjoy them.

He's not as good an artist as Albus of course but he tries.

And on occasion the merpeople will leave little gifts for Scorpius sitting on the window sill just outside in the water.

Of course Scorpius can't reach them, but it makes him happy to see the little collection of rocks and snails sitting there.

During their first year, Scorpius started getting pushed into closets and locked in.

A group of older Gryffindor's (friends of James), would steal his wand and lock him in for hours until someone found him (usually Filch or Neville).

He never mentions the names of the students so they never get in trouble.

And teaches himself a bit of wandless magic so by fifth year he can open the closet door without his wand.

James is the oldest but acts like quite a goofball the majority of the time.

He has a lot of trouble telling people "no" because he likes being helpful.

He wears his heart on his sleeve and bursts with positive energy, which draws people to him.

Has a bit of trouble taking things seriously.

He has excellent grades, and becomes Captain of the Quidditch team during his fifth year at Hogwarts.

Laughing is his favorite thing to do, and can usually be heard above the roar of voices in the Great Hall during meals.

He especially enjoys making other people laugh.

Everyone who meets him likes him, even the people who don't like him seem to respect him enough to tolerate him.

He's friends with pretty much everyone, which is stressful at times because sometimes he just doesn't know who he can talk to.

Having a lot of friends is nice, but it sort of blinds him from knowing who can keep a secret and who can't, so there are very few at the school who actually KNOW the real James Potter.

Teddy is one of the only people who knows him for him, and accepts him for it, and encourages him to be exactly who he is.

One of his closest friends is his cousin and dorm-mate Fred (jr).

Goofball he may be, if James is angered, he is absolutely terrifying.

Almost scarier than his mum when she's mad (and that's fucking petrifying).

He teases his siblings and cousins to death, but honestly loves Lily and Albus more than ANYTHING in the world, and would die for them without any hesitation.

He's a Hugger™ and tends to cling to the people he embraces (basically incapable of giving a normal hug, but most people don't care).

Lily returns all of his very frequent embraces, and clings to him as much as he clings to her (they do that cute penguin walk where they sway back and forth and shuffle because they don't want to let go).

Albus, on the other hand, tries desperately to escape whenever James hugs him, so usually he ends up hugged from behind and drags James along down the hall or room trying to get away.

It never, ever works, there is no escape, so he ends up just standing or sitting with a murderous expression on his face while James snuggles him.

His hugs with Fred consist of him throwing himself into Fred's arms so he's being carried bridal style (or Fred jumps into James' arms, one of them usually ends up being carried for some reason).

Hugs with Teddy are similar to hugs with Lily, but almost more tender. He likes keeping his arms around Teddy's neck and standing on Teddy's shoes to make himself tall enough to reach his shoulders.

James and Albus used to be very close, before Albus was sorted into Slytherin, when they were younger.

They'd all fall asleep curled on the couch together.

James would give Albus piggyback rides if he ever so much as stubbed his toe.

After a nightmare Albus would toddle into James' room and cuddle with him.

He loved to cook with them, despite how terrible Albus was at it, and ate every burnt cookie they offered him.

Lily adores him honestly, and secretly, Albus does as well, because James is an amazing brother.

At one point in time, the Gryffindor Quidditch team was absolutely dominated by the Potter-Weasley clan.

James - Captain and Chaser

Rose - Chaser

Louis - Chaser

Roxanne - Beater

Fred - Beater

Hugo - Keeper

Lily - Seeker

They were one of the best teams to come from Gryffindor and didn't lose a single game.

Teddy LOVES singing.

I honestly imagine he sounds something like Nick Jonas.

He can also play any instrument that's put in front of him.

He likes covering modern muggle bands (Imagine Dragons, American Authors, Panic! At the Disco, Nick Jonas, Adam Lambert, Louis Tomlinson, The Script, One Republic, etc) but also makes his own music and enjoys older bands like ACDC, Bon Jovi, etc.

Scorpius gets along with Mrs Norris and even does his best to start up conversations with Filch.

At one point Albus, somewhat desperate, confides in Filch about people calling him a Squib and asks for advice (cuz who else would even understand).

Filch gives crappy advice though.

Teddy's "Moon Sickness" consists of mainly migraines.

They start off small but grow worse with age.

They can be so bad he vomits, gets nose bleeds, or blacks out entirely, and can remain unconscious for days at a time.

We only have three confirmed godparents but here is my complete personal take:

James - Ron and Hermione

Albus - Neville and McGonagall (that's what I fucking said 👌)

Lily - Hagrid and Luna (fucking fight me about this one I fucking dare you)

Scorpius doesn't have godparents, but Albus said they could share Neville.

Harry is Teddy's only official godparent, but he calls Ginny his God-Mum because it makes her smile.

Harry and Ginny are also Rose's godparents.

George and Angelina are Hugo's.

Percy is Fred's (junior) godfather (George felt it was absolutely necessary).

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 6 years

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Stepping Up ~ Bucky x Reader (Part 4/12)

A/N: Hi my lovelies! I hope you’re all having a fabulous weekend! Thank you all so much for all of the love you’ve been sending my way, I’m overwhelmed by all you fabulous humans. I can’t say thank you enough.

Summary: Before and after the bachelorette party you have some moments with Bucky.

Characters/Pairings: “Bucky x Reader” (”fake”), Penny, Dylan, Zoe

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Innuendo, drinking (they’re legal)

Word Count: 2787 (I may have gotten carried away)

Masterlist

You fluffed your hair a few times before applying a coat of red lipstick that matched the wedges you were wearing.

“Well, hello, gorgeous,” Penny grinned as she poked her head into your room.

“Hello, yourself, beautiful. I love your dress.”

The tight white dress accentuated her slim build.

“Thanks. I got it on sale last week. Are you almost ready to go?”

“Yep. I just need to grab my purse.”

You unplugged your phone and triple checked for your ID and credit card before slipping both into the black clutch.

“Have you seen Bucky? I want to say goodbye before we leave.”

“He’s in the den playing video games with Dylan,” she reported as you eased your way down the stairs. “Bucky’s really great. I’m glad you two finally got together. You deserve to be happy.”

“Thanks, Penny.” You felt a little bad for lying to her but you pushed it away. You’d tell her when everything was over.

The boys were too engrossed in their video game to notice you and Penny standing in the doorway, so you pointedly cleared your throat.

“Ahem.”

When they turned to look at you, their jaws dropped in unison as their characters simultaneously got blown up.

“So is this what you plan to do all evening? Video games and beer?” you asked as you strutted towards Bucky, lifting his jaw with your index finger.

“Well what else are we supposed to do while we’re missing you terribly?” Bucky asked as you perched on the arm of his chair.

“Good answer,” you murmured and booped the tip of his nose.

Dylan and Penny were lost in their own little world as you focused on Bucky whose eyes were considerably darker than normal.

“See something you like, Buck?”

“Lots,” he rumbled as his hand rested on your knee. “You should wear this dress more often.”

“Only if you take me dancing.”

“I think I could manage that.”

“Oh really?” you asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Maybe because the one night you’ve come out with us in the entire time I’ve been on the team you sat at the bar the entire night.”

“Well, I thoroughly enjoyed the view that night. Besides you said dancing not clubbing. And I’ll be more than happy to take you on a spin to some 40’s music.”

“You think you’ve still got some moves?”

“Is that a challenge?” He balked.

“Would I challenge you?”

“Yes.”

He was immediately on his feet pulling you close. He hummed an upbeat tune as he tried to lindy with you. He was surprisingly good but you had no idea what you were doing and just did your best not to fall on your face – not that Bucky would ever let that happen. When you were breathless from giggling, he spun you away from him and then back in and dipped you.

His blue eyes were bright with excitement as he smirked down at you.

“So what do you think, doll? Do I still have some moves?”

“Maybe a few,” you panted.

“What’s going on in here?”

Bucky’s grip on your hip tightened in response to Zoe’s wheedling voice, and he pulled you up so you were standing next to him as Zoe puffed out her chest and strode over to you.

“Hi there. I’m y/n’s older, prettier cousin, Zoe.” When you and Bucky simply stared at her, she faked a giggle. “Just kidding. And who might you be?”

“Bucky, y/n’s boyfriend,” he answered tersely, just barely above a growl.

You hid your smile as you rubbed his shoulders reassuringly. Zoe however seemed unfazed.

“Well it’s so nice to meet you.”

“I take it the limo’s here.”

“You really are the smartest cookie in the batch aren’t you, cuz?”

Not wanting to get in a fight, you ignored the jab and turned to the happy couple.

“Come on, Penny. The girls are waiting in the limo.”

“You go ahead. I think I’d rather stay in,” she waved you off, not looking away from Dylan.

“No, no. I get you tonight. Dylan gets you for the rest of your life.”

“Thank heavens for that,” Dylan beamed.

You couldn’t help but aww at the couple in front of you. However the moment was ruined when Zoe fake gagged and you shot her a glare when you saw how Penny deflated.

“Come on,” you coaxed softly. “There’s a sash and a tiara waiting for you in the limo.”

“Ooh! A tiara? Really?”

“Yes. Now kiss your fiancé goodbye and let’s go.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She quickly pecked Dylan on the lips as you kissed Bucky on the cheek.

“Have fun, doll.”

“You too.”

“Not much of a kiss,” Zoe muttered under her breath and you chose to ignore it.

You were considerably drunker than you intended to be when you passed an even drunker Penny off to a groggy Dylan at four in the morning.

After that you tried to sneak into your room. However, you stubbed your toe, dropped your shoes, and swore very loudly. You looked up to see if you’d woken Bucky only to realize that he hadn’t been asleep at all. He was sitting up in bed in just a tank top and his boxers, reading the first Game of Thrones book with only the side table light on.

“Hi,” you mumbled sheepishly.

“Hi. Did you have a good night, doll?” he asked as he got out of bed to help you.

You hadn’t really made it past the doorway, caught off guard by how nice it was to come home to him in your bed.

“Yeah. It was a lot of fun. But I missed you,” you pouted as you began to walk towards him only to stumble into his arms.

“Easy there, doll. Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m so glad you came with me. I love pretending to be your girlfriend,” you babbled. “Do you wanna know a secret?”

“Not if you wouldn’t tell me sober,” he chuckled as he unzipped your dress and tugged it up over your head.

He sat you on the bed as he rummaged around for your pajamas, but they weren’t in the drawer he expected. So after a cursory look through the other drawers he took his own t-shirt out and put it on you.

“Mmm. This smells like you. I wanna keep this one. The other one I stole form you doesn’t smell like you anymore,” you grumbled.

“Which shirt of mine did you steal?”

“Green v-neck sweater. So soft,” you slurred.

He smiled as he scooped you up and tucked you under the covers.

“I knew I didn’t leave it on vacation,” he mumbled to himself.

“I was going to tell you a secret,” you suddenly remembered. “What was I going to tell you? Oh yeah. I love pretending to be your girlfriend.”

“You already told me that, doll. Come on, drink some water.”

You sipped on the water he handed you.

“But I didn’t tell you that I wish I wasn’t pretending.”

Bucky froze and looked directly at you.

“So do I,” he admitted after a long moment.

“Bucky, can I kiss you?”

“Not tonight, doll.”

Even in your drunken state your heart broke a little and you quickly moved to lie down facing the wall.

“Hey, now,” Bucky sighed, turning your chin so you were forced to look him in the eye. “Let me be clear. I want to kiss you. But I need you to be sure,” his expression was earnest and you wanted to believe him. “If you wake up tomorrow and still want to kiss me… well then I hope you didn’t have plans for the morning,” he wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh. “Come on, doll. Let’s get some sleep.”

He reached behind him to turn off the lamp plunging the room into the darkness.

“I know you won’t kiss me, but will you hold me?” you asked in a small voice.

“I’m never letting go,” he whispered as he pulled you into his arms.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You woke up with a splitting headache, but you were still wrapped in Bucky’s arms which seemed to dull the pain.

“Good morning, doll,” he whispered as you rolled over to face him. “How ya feeling?”

“Like I did after I snuck some of Thor’s mead,” you groaned.

He chuckled at the memory. Nothing had been able to coax you out of that hangover.

“What time is it?” you asked after giving up on trying to make sense of the clock on the wall.

“It’s just after ten. You’ve got a couple hours before you have to get up and go to your fitting.”

“Oh shit. I forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me.”

“No problem.”

His arms suddenly weren’t around you and you whined, “Where are you going?”

“I’m here, doll. Just getting you some water and aspirin.”

“It can wait,” you mumbled.

“You’ll thank me later.”

In the time it took him to speak, he had already slipped his arms back around you and tugged you into a sitting position. You gratefully swallowed the pills before cuddling back into his chest, finally noticing you were wearing his shirt.

“I’m sorry. I must have raided your things last night.”

“You didn’t. Don’t worry.”

“Then how did I end up in your shirt?”

You tilted your head back so you could look at him and noticed the slight tinge of pink in his cheeks.

“I uh… sort of helped. I looked for you pajamas, but I couldn’t find them. Figured my shirt would do the trick.”

“It did. It’s super comfy. Thank you, Buck. Sorry if I woke you last night.”

“I was still up.”

“Nightmare?” you asked, concern filling you.

“Just restless. New place,” he added as an explanation.

“Right of course. I’m so sorry. I should have been home sooner.”

“Doll, you’re supposed to enjoy this week. I’m not an added responsibility. I’m here for you this week. I was perfectly fine, I just read some of my book.”

“I just don’t want you losing sleep because of me.”

“I didn’t. I slept just fine once you were home. And honestly 6 hours is more than I usually get. So I should be thanking you.”

“How about you thank me after a few more hours?” You suggested as you let your head drop back to his chest.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Bucky’s hand was warm on your lower back as he rubbed circles in to your hip, and you couldn’t help yourself as you traced the ribbing of his tank top. And before you knew it, you had dropped back off to sleep.

The next time you woke up it was because Bucky was shaking you.

“I’m sorry, doll, but you gotta get up. Your fitting is in an hour.”

Ignoring him you hitched yourself higher so your cheek was resting on his shoulder and you had to resist the urge to kiss along his jaw.

“Come on, doll. Up you get. If you go shower I can make you breakfast.”

You knew he was right but that didn’t stop you from nuzzling into his neck; Bucky couldn’t stop the soft groan that slipped from his lips.

“You know I normally get breakfast in bed when I’m hungover.”

“Yeah, but I promised not to let you go.”

You could feel him grinning into your hair, and despite the slight fluttering of your heart there was a pang of unease. You felt like you were missing something.

Before you could ask, there was a loud knock on the door that made you wince.

“Come on, sleepy head! Get up! Being hungover is not a valid excuse for you not having a dress that fits on my wedding day,” Penny called through the door.

You groaned as Bucky laughed.

“I told you. Come on. You shower and I’ll have breakfast waiting for you when you come down.”

“You’re the best,” you mumbled and kissed under his chin and rolled onto your back, dropping your head to the pillow.

“Um, doll.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not moving.”

“Oh yeah.”

You reluctantly disentangled yourself from Bucky. He climbed out of the other side and started pulling out clothes as you made your way into the bathroom.

As you showered, you tried to remember the end of the night.

After final call at 2, the party had broken up. You were still relatively sober at that point and ensured that everyone got home safe before taking a giddy and affectionate Penny home. When the two of you got back to the house, she produced a bottle of peach schnapps and dragged you out to the old playhouse.

After a few belts of that you had joined her in a nice happy drunk state. You caught up and gossiped for a couple of hours before Penny started to drift off and you knew you had to get her inside.

Everything else was a bit fuzzy – just flashes of Bucky changing you and taking care of you and then…

“Oh god. What have I done?” you whispered to yourself.

You had told Bucky you had wanted to date him. You had asked if you could kiss him. And he turned you down. You felt your heart stutter and then shatter. You had most assuredly just lost your best friend.

But then why was he so cuddly this morning. Maybe you hadn’t lost him completely…

You lingered in the shower for as long as possible, not wanting to see Bucky. When the hot water ran out, you reluctantly got out and dressed for the day.

You could hear Bucky and the rest of your family laughing in the kitchen as you hovered outside.

“You know they say those who listen in are bound to hear people speak ill of them. Although, I doubt anything bad about you will come from that man,” Your father’s comment from behind you made you jump before you hugged him.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Welcome home, honey. Your boyfriend has made quite the impression.”

“On mom and Aunt Meg maybe.”

“On everybody,” your father corrected.

“You met him?”

“Last night while you girls were out. I would have appreciated a little more warning though. That way I could have been cleaning my shotgun when you arrived.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You don’t own a shotgun dad.”

“My baseball bat then?”

“Dad,” you groaned.

“I’m only joking. But I was a little surprised you didn’t tell your mother and me.”

“Are you going to lecture me now?”

“No. Like I said. He’s made quite the impression. On me as well. It’s obvious he’s crazy about you, so he gets my vote.”

“Not crazy enough,” you muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I’m glad you like him, dad.”

“I’m glad you found a good guy. I have to go pick up some chairs for the ceremony. I’ll see you later, honey.”

“Okay. Bye, dad.”

He kissed the top of your head before hurrying out the front door.

You knew Bucky had probably heard your entire conversation so you decided to make your presence known.

“Good morning,” you greeted as you stepped into the kitchen.

Your mom and aunt were seated at the kitchen table while Bucky cooked at the stove. Dylan had his arms around Penny’s waist as she perched on a stool at the island, devouring a large stack of pancakes.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” your mom greeted.

“Morning, doll. Perfect timing,” he grinned gesturing to the pan that he was flipping pancakes out of.

You knew that was no coincidence and you couldn’t help but smiled despite the ache in your heart. He kissed your temple as he slid the loaded plate in front of you.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You look beautiful this morning.”

When you glanced at the clock on the wall you realized you needed to get going, so you scarfed down the food and chugged a cup of coffee, grateful that Bucky had made you take aspirin.

“Is my dress at the tailor’s on Elm?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I better get going.”

“Wait up. I’ll drive you,” Dylan offered.

“You don’t need to do that. I have the car.”

“No. I’ve got to go pick up my tux anyway.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

He nodded and grabbed his keys from the rack by the door, swinging them around his finger.

“I’ll see you later, beautiful,” he smiled before kissing Penny firmly.

“Drive safe. And don’t forget to pick up the wine for tomorrow.”

“I won’t.”

You weren’t sure how to say bye to Bucky so you opted to hug him quickly before escaping with Dylan, ignoring the questioning glances from him. You would sort that out later.

A/N: Soooo ummm yeah... feel free to scream here . Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

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