So this is my contribution to the Congressman Bucky fic trope. Kinda same, kinda different, as I wanted to focus on his campaign, or rather, all that comes before he is elected.
My train of thought was simple.
How did he get there? Did he have a whole campaign behind him? Who were these people, and how can I write it as a fanfic?
Basically, I wanted to imagine this whole scenario.
Also, yes, Nobody's Soldier and Church are still ongoing, just my brain decided to focus on this one now (ADHD at its best)
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As always, this is cross-posted to Ao3 and Wattpad
CW: Anger, anger issues, arguments, fighting, smoking, curse words, Bucky Barnes is a warning himself, enemies to lovers trope, angst with happy ending, female reader, politics, congress run, lots of talking and thinking, no major warning in this one apart from arguments and curse words.
(chapter is 2k long, wanted to keep it short)
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Chapter - 01
It was right in the middle of the election season for Congress that Bucky came up with the idea, or rather, was pressured into running for the position.
It wasn't exactly a safe scenario for him, as it could either go terribly wrong or, on the contrary, spectacularly right.
He wasn't known to be a very positive person per se, so in the run for the seat he was in dire need of help.
A lot of it. He wouldn't let this go, he had made a promise after all. A promise to himself, first and foremost, a promise to do it right with what he had at hand.
That's where he decided, with the connections he already had, to hire a whole team. It should have been an easy task, right? It was indeed not.
It was actually the worst thing he had ever done in his life, and he had done a lot of things, very bad things.
On top of that, he had a reputation, something that didn't help with what he was trying to achieve.
That's when you came in, a field expert, someone who had already managed multiple campaigns and won quite a few.
You had been assigned to him, he didn't choose you directly, and it was obvious he didn't want you there, barely speaking to you even though he was required to do so.
It was the worst part of it all, even if his anger issues were doing much better than in the past, he despised you there. Your confidence, the way you ordered him around and telling him what to do, it was triggering to him in a way, bringing back memories he wanted to put behind him. And he hated every second of it.
And yet that's where you were now, on the building floor you had rented to use as headquarters for the duration of the campaign, in his office, while trying to reason with him yet again.
"Mr. Barnes, we need more interns to hand out flyers, then there's another meeting this week, even though you repeatedly stated that you didn't want to attend any" you said, your tone firmer now with a slight authoritative edge to it, as you read out of the list in your hand.
But as you were about to add more, you heard him mumbling under his breath, causing you to glance up at him with an exasperated look.
He was sitting behind his desk, a few books and files around him, clearly annoyed. His fingers massaging his temple as if he would rather be anywhere else but here.
“Can you stop talking for a moment?” he said, his blue eyes fixed on you with a slightly irritated expression.
'‘There's no need for more for this goddam campaign,’ he then stated with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest as he now leaned back in his chair, avoiding your gaze.
At that, you sighed, rolling your eyes in annoyance as you tried not to start another argument. Not right now, at least.
"Trust me, I'd prefer to be anywhere else than here.." you replied, your tone dry as you now straightened your back, your own arms crossing over your chest as you held your clipboard tighter.
"But I can't just stop asking, believe it or not, your approval is needed with every move I make.." you bit back.
"You told me to help you, and that's what I'm doing, James. It’s your campaign, after all, " You added, calling him by his name. It wasn't the first time, you were the only one allowed to do so, or at least the only one he seemed to accept it from.
When he looked back at you, a slightly intimidating gaze crossed his eyes as you continued your bickering. He was tired, annoyed and slightly in need of nicotine, even if he wasn't allowed to, as you told him it would be bad for his public image and his health.
It was clear in every small detail, from his slightly furrowed brows to the hint of tension on his entire face, that he was tense, irritated even.
"Then help me the way I want " he snapped back at you, his tone harsh as he leaned a bit forward.
"I could have gotten any other person on board, there’s plenty out there, “ he added, his tone slightly mocking, “but no, I’ve been told you were the best, that you knew what you were doing,” he added almost sarcastically. But his tone and mannerism were far from being amused as he nervously looked around, then down at the folders on his desk, before his eyes were back on you.
“But all I hear are complaints and useless requests, do your fucking job...” he grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair “...do what I’m paying you for”
"In case you didn't notice, that's exactly what I'm doing since this nightmare of a campaign started" you reacted, both your arms now along your sides, as your voice raised a bit while your hands clenched tight, still holding that damn clipboard.
"Have you ever wondered why you never had to give an interview or why journalists avoided you? No? That's because I took care of it," you added, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down as you closed your eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose in the process.
You waited a few moments more after that, just to be sure to set your mind straight and not overreact, not this time.
It was an everyday occurrence by now, whenever you had to refer to him, for anything really, you both ended up in a fight.
But especially today, you already had enough as there was still so much to do and you didn’t want to spend another minute being made fun of.
"Alright, alright... never mind…I'll do it myself then.." you then stated, opening your eyes and glancing up at him before exiting his office.
"But start answering your phone, I won't accept another missed call from you"
With that, you closed the door behind you, slamming it hard, walking back to your own office to make some more calls as sponsors waited for no one.
He didn't move from where he was, his gaze fixed on the door to his office now closed, his jaw slowly relaxing as he slowly let out a breath.
He knew he was being difficult, making your and everyone else's job hell, harder than it needed to be.
He also knew you were trying your damn best to maintain the campaign afloat while dealing with his stubborn ass. He knew that if it wasn't for you, everything would have collapsed around him sooner rather than later.
But he couldn’t help himself sometimes, he trusted very few people, despite everything, and right now he didn’t trust you.
"Shit..." he muttered, his fingers running through his hair again, tugging at it in his frustration.
He knew that he couldn't just snap back at you as much as he wanted, not after you did so much already.
The last thing he needed was you walking out on him, he had made that mistake before, you already quit once when he started questioning your work, at the very start of this whole shitshow and he wasn't going to repeat that.
He stayed like that for a few more minutes, until he decided that he needed some fresh air.
Slowly, he got himself to stand up from his chair and exited the room, walking over to where he knew was the way outside.
On the other hand, when you were once safe in your own office, you let out a loud sigh, stopping for a moment against the door before walking over to your desk, not really looking at the chaos that you left on it between documents and half-written statements that you needed to finish..
You were angry, mad, even as this man was probably the most annoying and stubborn you had ever met in your whole career.
To be fair you met a lot of different and weird people, from serial cheaters to straight-up assholes. You've met almost anything that existed on the face of the earth..
In comparison, he was a really good person, and apart from his past, which he was pardoned for, he had an impeccable life.
A lonely one that is, but still, he literally had no dirty secrets that you didn't know of.
And you always knew everything about the people you worked with and for.
Even when you sat down, you kept rethinking about the whole argument while you started busying yourself again, a stack of documents still needing signing, and there was already a list of people you had to call before the day was over.
You sighed at that, looking around for a moment, figuring it out what to do first before starting with the long list of calls.
But then when you looked up, after a minute or so after the first two calls, you noticed him walking down the corridor and out of the building, but you didn't think much of it, as it was a regular occurrence when he was nervous.
Bucky inhaled deeply, the cool air filling his lungs as he took a look around.
He wasn't a fan of city life, he couldn't say that New York was his favorite place, or even one that he appreciated. It used to be his home once, but now he felt trapped, to the point he couldn’t breathe sometimes, reminding him of the time he lost in captivity.
Still, it was good to get some air, to try and clear his mind, even if he knew that his thoughts would stay occupied by the same thing that was bothering him.
Bucky leaned against the wall next to the entrance and pulled out a folded cigarette from the pockets of his jacket.
And while he was lost in his own thoughts he lit the cigarette, taking a slow drag as he looked up towards the evening sky.
He had to deal with the campaign - that was something he promised and he was going to do it, but the part he was loathing was you.
You were a constant on and off thing, either he wanted you around or he didn't want to see you anywhere near him. It was honestly frustrating.
Everything really was right now. He couldn’t choose, he couldn’t run away or hide, and he couldn’t fight it. He just had to learn to deal with it, and he didn’t know where to start.
Bucky took another drag from the cigarette, keeping the smoke in his lungs for a few moments before letting it out, his gaze dropping to the ground as he closed his eyes.
He was frustrated as hell, and even the cigarette alone couldn't relax him.
He was getting himself worked out over this whole thing, over you, and that made him even more tired.
He wasn't used to being the one who snapped and couldn't get things done, but here he was, in a damn campaign that he initiated for a promise he made long ago.
Meanwhile, as you were still in your office, you started to feel the heavy weight of the day on your shoulders, your eyes started to hurt the more you looked between the file you were reading and your computer.
You didn't want to go home yet, even if you knew almost too well you had an early rise the next morning, mostly to contact the major news channels.
Then you had a fundraiser to program, and new interns to hire.
This was getting even more complicated than usual, your actual boss not helping you in any way, as he was mostly uninterested in the whole thing and the ex-assassin allegations you had to fight off in order to make it look good in front of the people.
There was a lot in your head, too much to spend another night here.
So you just decided to go home, taking a few documents with you.
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Hello again <3 If you're reading this, thank you.
Kept this one short as i wanted to test it out if people like it or not. so if you like it, feel free to comment or give any advice.
my arm is giving me hell and i don’t feel so well today, so i’ll leave here the latest angsty moodboard i put together yesterday’s night...dedicated to what later became the 501st..
(hopefully i’ll feel better soon and post some drabbles i’m working on)
- The 501st Legion, also known as the 501st Battalion or 501st clone battalion and later known as "Vader's Fist", was an elite stormtrooper legion under the command of the Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Vader during the Imperial Era. -
Hear me from the bottom
Forged in regret, I'm the silversmith
Doomsday
You had it coming
Marching the streets with an iron fist
Just be aware of: strong language, slightly angst, my poor grammar, many emoticons, I love creating these chat rooms, lol.
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Have a nice reading!
Jumin woke up earlier than usual to take care of a few things regarding Y/N’s residence in his apartment. For some reason, which he did not fully understand yet, he really hoped she would stay for longer. When she hugged him last night... It was a strange and new feeling. It was nice, but also... horrifying. He did not want her to stop. He wanted her to stay with him in the room, he wanted her to sleep in his bed, in his embrace... His thoughts began to escape into very dangerous areas. He had to control himself not to become the beast of which Zen spoke.
When he was ready to go to work, he could not help but look into the bedroom. Y/N was still asleep. His heart twitched at the sight of her slender body sprawled loosely on his bed. His shirt in which she was dressed curled up around her waist, her thighs were completely exposed. His heart started pounding as he moved his gaze over her shapely legs. He felt that he shouldn't be doing this. It was very inappropriate. But he could not stop.
The meowing Elizabeth the 3rd snatched him from his thoughts. She came to him and brushed against his legs, "Shhh ... You wake her up," He whispered to the cat and scratched her behind the ear. Then he left a note - that he had prepared earlier - on the bedside table. He really did not want to go to work…
Your POV
When you woke up, you were in shock for a moment. Slowly, however, you remembered what happened yesterday and why you are in Jumin's apartment and in his shirt... When you regained your mind's cleanliness, you noticed the note on the bedside table. You took it in your hand, curious what may it say.
I'm sorry, but I had to leave you, though I do not feel like going to work today. I informed the chef to prepare anything you wish. I'm leaving you his number, so do not hesitate to call him as soon as you get hungry. I also informed the bodyguard that you are in my apartment and that he is to make sure that nobody worries you. I've ordered clothes for you, I hope I've guessed your size well. Please stay until evening and wait for me. Then we'll talk about what you want to do next.
Jumin.
You read it all in great shock. His generosity overwhelmed you. He treated you like some kind of princess... But you could not stay here. You did not want to abuse his courtesy, and besides, you had to decide what to do next with all this situation. Elizabeth jumped onto the bed and meowed.
"What should I do?" You asked her. Jumin really did a lot for you, maybe it would not be polite to ignore his request and just leave without saying goodbye.
Suddenly you heard a knock on the door. You quickly got out of bed, fixed your shirt and ran to the door. You opened it with hesitation. The bodyguard who stood there looked at you with wide eyes, but immediately assumed an indifferent expression on his face.
"Ms. Y/N, a package for you."
"Thank you ..." You mumbled, embarrassed when it reached you, what this man must have thought of seeing you in Jumin's shirt and in your messy hair.
You closed the door and carried the package to the bedroom to put it on the bed. It was quite big but not too heavy. You opened it and again your jaw dropped a little in surprise. You started to pull clothes out of it, one after another... Elegant shorts, blouses, skirts... Everything looked very expensive. And this dress... Was it silk?! There were also two pairs of very nice shoes in the package... Were they decorated with diamonds?! You got hot when you discovered that there is also a set of underwear at the bottom of the package. It was modest underwear, but still…
You sat down on the bed and tried to collect your thoughts. Why Jumin was so... Maybe he wanted you to feel better after what happened to you, and the only thing that came to his mind is to solve this problem with money. You got a little sad, this man did not know how to deal with comforting friends... You could not just reject his efforts, but... it was too much.
You opened the chat room, but no one was logged in. You did not want to disturb Jumin at work, you've used enough of his time already.
[Y/N has entered the chat room]
You: Jumin, when you’ll read this message: thank you very much for your generosity, but it's too much. These clothes look very expensive. I can't accept them. My own clothes have already dried up. Please, send back all these beautiful things.
[707 has entered the chat room]
707:
707: oh my!
707: Juju!
707: You get to the point quickly!
707:
707: She has not even broken up with her boyfriend yet
You: Seven, stop fooling around
You: besides of course it's the end between me and Yuwoon
You: I do not want to know him
707:
707: but it is not fair!
707: Jumin got to you first and did not give us any chances
You: -_-
You: What do you not understand, Seven?
[Zen has entered the chat room]
Zen:
Zen: He bought you clothes?
Zen: And what does it mean that your clothes have already dried up?
You: Sigh... I was running in the rain yesterday, Zen. Of course my clothes were soaked. I had to dry them.
Zen: Oh, I understand ^^
Zen: WAIT
Zen: Does it mean you had to take off those clothes?!
707: oh, my my
707:
You: yes, I had to -_- ' isn't it obvious?
Zen: so what did you wear to sleep?!
You: Jumin gave me his shirt.
Zen: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
707: This is getting more and more interesting lolololol
[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]
Jumin Han: good morning, Y/N
Jumin Han: How was your sleep?
Jumin Han:
Zen:
Zen: Are you going to ignore everything we just said?
Jumin Han: Yes.
Zen:
You: I slept very well, but Jumin, these clothes... I can't take them.
Jumin Han: Of course you can.
Jumin Han: Have you tried them on yet? They fit?
Zen: dude ;;; how do you know her size?
Jumin Han: I don't. That's why I'm asking.
You: Jumin... This is really too much...
Jumin Han: I must admit you looked cute in my shirt
Zen: the hell
Jumin Han: But you can't wear it all the time.
You: ahaha thank you Jumin ^^
Zen: THE HELL
Zen: do not thank him, Y/N!
Zen: He's acting weird!
You: no, he's not
Jumin Han: I'm just trying to be nice to the lady :3
Zen:
You: Maybe I should try them on...
707: send us a picture! >.-
Zen: you two are perverted!
Jumin Han: What do you mean perverted?
Jumin Han: What kind of weird thoughts are you having in your mind right now?
707: lolololol
707: it's you who are perverted Zenny!
Zen:
Zen: That's not true!
You: ahaha, I'm starting to feel better
You: thank you for making me laugh, lol
You: but Jumin, how can I repay for your generosity?
Jumin Han: I already told you: you don't have to
Jumin Han: but I would like to ask you for something
Jumin Han: Can you feed Elizabeth the 3rd? I forgot about that.
707:
Zen:
You: Of course I can ^^
707:
707: my poor Elly ~
Jumin Han: It's Elizabeth the 3rd.
707: How could you forget to feed her?!
707: Juju, you monster!
Zen: You forget to feed your damn cat?
Zen: It's unlike you...
Jumin Han: she will be fine, I entrust her to Y/N.
Zen: WHAT IS HAPPENING
Zen: moreover, why are you even still there, Y/N?!
You: I didn't decide what I want to do next yet. I think I'll stay here till the evening at least.
Jumin Han: oh, so you're fulfilling my request.
Jumin Han: I’m glad.
Jumin Han:
Zen: REQUEST?
707: oh oh oh, how bossy, Mr. Director
707: I got chills >.<
Jumin Han: Excuse me, I must leave
Jumin Han: I'm in the middle of the meeting.
Jumin Ham: Make yourself at home, Y/N.
[Jumin Han has left the chat room]
Zen:
Zen: are you sure about all of this, Y/N?
Zen: He's acting really weird... ;;;
You: I think it's rather you two who are acting weird -_-
707: it’s because
707: we’re jelly T-T
Zen: There is nothing to be jealous about!
You: You two are taking this whole situation the wrong way
You: Jumin’s just trying to be nice
You: btw, when are you planning to apologize to him, Zen?
Zen: Ugh
Zen: He didn't look like he still care what I said yesterday
You: But it doesn’t change the fact that you behaved like you know who?
You: Like a jerk!
707: lolololol nagging~
You: He deserves to be nagged
Zen: I'm so sorry ;;;
You: TELL
You: THAT
You: TO JUMIN -_-
707: Defender of Justice must log off now!
707: I can't let my brother Saeran be lonely!
707: Kiss Elly for me, Y/N ( ˘ ³˘)♥
[707 has left the chat room]
Zen: I must go too
Zen: If this creepy man will try to do anything
Zen: CALL ME!
[Zen has left the chat room]
Jumin’s Pov
He came back from work, enjoying the strange feeling that someone would be waiting for him at home. And it will not be a cat. How long did he lie to himself that the presence of a cat would be enough for him?
When he came to his apartment, Y/N was there to meet him. She looked captivating in the red dress he had bought for her. She also put on her new shoes, flat heels, her feet must still hurt.
"Hello, Jumin. How was your day?"
He stared at her and barely took his words out of his throat, "It fits."
She looked at herself, embarrassed, "Yes, you have a good eye. Thank you again."
"No problem. You look wonderful."
"Who wouldn't in that dress?" She laughed.
"That's not true. I chose it, because I was sure it'd be perfect just for you," Why are you saying this? But it's true, He was arguing with himself in his mind and she was looking at him with wide eyes. His comment certainly surprised her. Jumin cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, I got carried away. Have you eaten yet?"
"I've been waiting for you. I thought I would repay you for everything with dinner together."
"It's very nice of you. I will be happy to accompany you. "
"You're always so formal, Jumin," She giggled as they headed to the kitchen. "But it's cute."
"Cute?" Nobody ever spoke about him this way.
"Yes, I've always considered you cute."
"I... do not know what to say."
"Oh, I made Jumin Han speechless! Thank you will be enough."
"Then thank you."
Before they sat at the table, he contacted the chef to prepare a portion for two. For this reason, it took him more time than usual to prepare the proper meal.
"Have you thought what you want to do?" Jumin asked. "I just want to tell you that it won't be a problem for me if you stay here longer."
"Thank you, Jumin, but-" Her phone, which she's been holding on her knees, vibrated. She frowned. "I don't know this number. Hello? Who is it?" Her face suddenly became pale. "Yuwoon?"
Jumin gulped, clenched his hands in fists. Anger overtook him.
"Who's number it is? I've blocked yours. No, I don't want to talk to you. It's not your business where I'm." Her voice was icily but started to crack. "I... Please, stop..."
Jumin could not stand it. He got up from his seat and took the phone from her hand. She did not protest.
"Hello, this is Jumin Han."
There was silence on the other side of the phone. Jumin frowned, sighed irritably, "Yuwoon, yes? What do you want from her?"
"I'm her goddamn boyfriend!" The man suddenly shouted loudly. "I want to know where she is!"
"I believe that you stopped being her boyfriend when you cheated on her," Jumin answered calmly but harshly.
"Bullshit, and it has nothing to do with you! Let me talk to her! She ran into your arms to cheer herself up?! "
"I advise you not to try to contact her anymore, otherwise, I will have to take certain steps, and it will not end well for you. Have a nice evening."
He hung up and gave her the phone. Her hands were trembling, her eyes dull.
"I'm sorry, Jumin... I think I'm going to cry again."
He crouched opposite her so that he would look at her, "Please, don't."
"I know he doesn't deserve my tears... But when I heard his voice ...Everything came back... We used to be so happy together... And then... No, damn it! I have it in front of my eyes again!"
Jumin approached her slowly, and just as she did it for him yesterday evening, he hugged her gently. She immediately returned his embrace and buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing.
Jumin stroked her hair, drawing more pleasure from it than he should. He pressed her closer to himself. His hands touched her skin, which was revealed by the cut of the dress on the back. Y/N shuddered in his arms and withdrawn her head away cautiously. She looked at him with eyes that were red from tears. Their faces were so close to each other that their breaths were mixed into one. He took her face in his hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs. Her gaze went to his lips, her cheeks flushed. His breath stopped in his lungs for a moment. He also glanced at her lips and then at her eyes, seeking permission in them.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Jumin squeezed his eyelids, exhaled with irritation and anger. Y/N almost jumped from him, clearly did not know where to look.
"It's probably food," Jumin announced and straightened up.
Your POV
Your heart was pounding wildly as Jumin moved away to the other room. Did you just... Did he just... You almost kissed. You sat back in the chair at the table and rubbed your warm face with your hands. What did you think? It could not happen! Your heart still ached, wound after Yuwoon's betrayal hasn't healed yet. You could not use Jumin kindness to fill the hole that your ex-boyfriend left behind in your soul. It just was not fair. His generosity, care, and kindness quickly overwhelmed you. It was hard to resist him when he was like this. But why did he want to kiss you? Did he get carried away by the moment and emotions? Did he have feelings for you? If that was the case, then all the more you couldn't use him like that!
Jumin came back with a tray of food that he placed on the table in front of you. You could not bring yourself to look at him. The dish that you had before you looked wonderful and smelled wonderful, but you knew that you would have to force yourself to swallow anything.
Jumin sat down on the opposite side of the table, "Shall we eat?" He asked as if nothing happened.
You nodded and you both started to eat in silence. In such a deep silence that you were afraid that he could hear your heart, beating loudly.
"Would you like to drink wine with me?" Jumin asked suddenly, and without waiting for your answer, he got up from the table. You watched him reaching for the wine hidden in the top cupboard. He also took two glasses and after a while, all this was on the table.
He poured the wine into both glasses and returned to his seat. You heard him raise his glass, felt his intense gaze on you, "After what occurred, I think it'll be wise for you to stay at my apartment for a while," He stated.
You blinked and you finally looked at him. You felt shivers on your back. His face was different than usual - there was something dark and cold on it.
"What... What do you mean?" You asked in a trembling voice.
"That man... Yuwoon. He is quite persistent. I do not think he'll leave you in peace soon. You'll be safe with me. He will not reach you here."
"Jumin..." You started carefully. "He has hurt me, it's true, he broke my heart, it's true, but he's not dangerous, he has never hurt me physically."
Jumin frowned, "You are sure that it will not change now? You can not know it, he has already failed your trust, and you may be mistaken about this case too. Besides, do you really feel ready to go back to that apartment of yours?"
You sighed, "No. But I have to go there eventually, to take my things at least."
"I can go with you, you will be safer if I accompany you."
"Yes, thank you." You smiled and looked into his eyes, looking for the warmth and kindness that you always saw in them. "But Jumin... Is it really okay for me to stay here longer? Others are already seeing it in a strange way."
"I don't care," He said sharply.
"That is not true. I know you, Jumin. I know you care about them all."
"I care about them, yes. But I don't care about their opinion. All the more if it concerns you.”
You sighed again, resting your chin on your hand, "Zen will be furious if I stay here."
Something twitched on Jumin's face, his features sharpened, "I do not care," He repeated emphatically, "Zen simply cannot understand."
"And what should he understand?" You took a sip of wine to give yourself some courage.
"How deeply I care about you, how much I want to protect you, I think I don't even understand it myself, but I know I want to have you close to me." After these words, he also drank wine, and you stared at him, your heart beating hard. You had no idea what to say. You both have always been close, from all of RFA members he was your best friend. But you did not expect to hear such words from him.
"I don't want to impose on you," He continued. "I don't want to destroy our friendship. After V left, only you can understand me, I always thought Elizabeth the 3rd could do it best, but I only lied to myself, and I understood it when you appeared in my life. "
"Jumin-"
"Can we make a deal?"
"A deal?" You raised your eyebrows.
"I know it may sound selfish, but can you stay here until I understand my feelings? And you also need time to feel better, at least I guess so."
On his face, in the way his hand trembled, clenched on a glass of wine, you saw that Jumin was not himself. That something is happening to him that he can't quite deal with.
You reached across the table for his other hand. He looked at you in shock, "Okay, I'll stay with you here if it's going to help you sort your thoughts."
Jumin slowly put down a glass of wine and grabbed your hand in both of his, "Do you really want to stay? It will not be uncomfortable for you?"
You shook your head, "But tomorrow I would like to go for my stuff. I appreciate that you bought everything for me, but-"
"Keep these things for yourself, please, of course, we will also go to your place for your clothes and other stuff tomorrow, but keep what I gave you as a gift."
You took a deep breath. Of course, all he bought for you was beautiful and you would be lying if you said it did not fit your taste, but... it was so expensive, so luxurious!
"Alright, but I do not want you to buy me anything more."
"Shall we continue?" He ignored you, pointed at the food and picked up the glass again.
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After eating dinner and a few glasses of wine, you took a shower and went to bed. Elizabeth was accompanying you again, Jumin was in the guest room. There was a race of thoughts in your head. Lying on your stomach, you looked at the phone. Yoosung was in the chat room. After what happened to Rika, it took some time before the boy became a happy version of himself again.
[Y/N has entered the chat room]
You: Yoosung! You're still up? Playing LOLOL?
Yoosung:
Yoosung: Yes! I just got a very rare item!
Yoosung:
Yoosung: but Y/N, you're at Jumin's place?
You: Yes.
Yoosung: I read what had happened.
Yoosung: I'm so sorry T-T
Yoosung: Yuwoon is so stupid, cheating on someone like you!
Yoosung:
You: Thank you, Yoosung, but can we please don't talk about it?
Yoosung: sure, I understand ^.-
[Jaehee Kang has entered the chat room]
Jaehee Kang: Y/N, you are still at Mr. Han's apartment?
You: Here we go again...
You: Yes, I'm still at his place. What about it?
Jaehee Kang: Don't you think it's a little unwise?
You: You’re all just overreacting.
You: Jumin is my friend, like all of you.
You: I feel good here, I'm not ready to go back to my apartment yet. Tomorrow, I will definitely go there for my things, but only for this, only for a moment.
You: Besides, Jumin asked me for a favor and I'm going to fulfill it because he deserved it after he helped me.
Jaehee Kang:
Jaehee Kang: I hope you know what you're doing
Jaehee Kang: You are both adults, so…
You: Yes, we are both adults, so can you let us make our own decisions?
[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]
Jumin Han: Y/ N
Jumin Han: How strange to talk to you here when you're right behind the wall
You: hahah, you're right, Jumin ^^
Yoosung: So why don't you just go to her?
Jumin Han: I do not think it's wise at this hour.
You: Um... ^^ '
Yoosung: Oh, you're such a gentleman, Jumin >.<
Jaehee Kang:
Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han, are you sure that it will not affect your work? And the company?
Jaehee Kang: You know how media are these days.
Jaehee Kang: If someone sees you in a company of woman, moreover, if someone sees that this woman sleeps in your apartment...
Jaehee Kang: Gossips will spread immediately.
Jumin Han: Y/N, how about pancakes for breakfast tomorrow?
This was requested by anon. It is one of my old batch of requests. Sorry for the late update. I hope you will like it
The trees need years to grow tall. Many trees could be as old as you and the others may exist way before your great-grandparents were born. When you were young your parents made you grew an apple tree because it was symbolic of love and beauty.
“My dear daughter, Y/N, this tree is to remind you that you will be a beautiful lady one day full of love. You will be loved as much as you give love.” That’s what your father told you before he disappeared.
You grew up believing in his words. That when you get older you will get love and will be loved. You sighed as you looked at the trees filling the mountain from the window. You no longer believed in being loved, not when you have married a heartless man who knows nothing about love.
Now riding this bus to your freedom, you swore to never be found by him. To never let yourself be hurt because of this one single mistake. For the time being, you were going to hide in a small village until he forgot that he once had a wife.
You closed your eyes as a teardrop slid down your check and lied onto your jacket. You prayed so much to forget about him and live your life.
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A week has passed since you left and become a resident in this village. The village was near a river and behind the river lied the mountain tall and green.
The residents in the village were so friendly. They welcomed you warmly and some offered you a job to help them in the field. Since the village was so small, you almost everyone living in it.
It was a cold night when you decided to have a walk around the village and maybe hit the town near for a cup of coffee. You missed so much the smell of coffee and since the village was old and small they didn’t have any cafe. You need to go to the town if you want to buy new clothes, coffee, junk foods or going to internet cafes.
It was one hour walk and you didn’t really mind walking as long as you get fresh air and your cup of coffee.
Once you arrived in the town, you entered the nearest coffee shop you came across. However, something was off. You felt a tiny tingle at the back of your head.
Turning around, looking around the cafe, there was two couple sitting in one corner. They seemed newly married because the girl can’t take her eyes off her ring. In the middle of the cafe sat a middle-aged man, he was late reading a newspaper. By the window sat a young man with a uniform. A high schooler. Nothing suspicious so far, yet this feeling was killing you. It seems like someone was watching you.
“Miss. Miss.”
You turned around, as you were brought back to earth. Your heart beats were increasing, and the fear crept through your skin. “I am sorry. Just black coffee.”
“Are you okay, miss?” The lady on the counter looked at you, worryingly.
You gave her a small smile as you gave her the money. “Yes, I am fine. Can I just have my coffee quickly? I need to return back home.”
The young lady smiled as she nodded and went to make the coffee. Maybe because the town was as small as the village, they hired only one person in this coffee shop.
You bit on your lips nervously.
Now that you are out of the village you felt unsafe, as if Jongin, your husband will appear at any moment and kill you for running away. You told yourself many times that you were scared and imagining things. No one watched you and you were safe. It didn’t work. Your heartbeat will not calm down. Maybe you shouldn’t have come out of the village. Jongin knew a lot of people he had connections he can get to you.
“Your coffee, Miss?” The young lady said. You thanked her as you grabbed your drink and walked out of the cafe and back to the village as quickly as you can. You kept looking around you for any sign that someone was following you, but there was nothing. There was no one.
Once you arrived in the village, you sighed in relief. You made it safely back where no one can find you. An old lady loving 20 meters away from you, greeted you and you owed in respect.
“A young man came by.” The old lady said and your heart skipped a beat as you gasped for air. “He left already.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I don’t remember.” The old lady frowned. “But he was in harry. So I think I didn’t say anything except for that I don’t know where you were.”
“Thank you, grandma.” You bowed once more as you ran as fast as you can to your house.
You had been caught. He had found you and that’s not good. If he found you he gonna kill you for sure no doubt. You have to get out if this village as soon as possible.
Opening the door to your small old house that you lived in for a week and turned on the lights only to scream in surprise.
On the small and only couch? You have, Jongin was sitting with a smirk over his lips. You know what happened until you felt the cup of coffee splashed all over your leg and on the floor. You gulped hard as you couldn’t move from your place. His gaze has pinned you to the floor and your heart was screaming inside your chest reminding you what you left in first place.
“You know how to hide.” He said, proudly, “A week? Hmm.. most likely I catch the rats in maximum two days. You were the hardest to find.”
“How did you...?” You said slowly. Your hands were shaking as well as your legs but what was shaking more in your heart.
Jongin had messy hair. He wore a blank shirt, black pants, and a black hat. Everything in black yet he looked so good. His eyes were sharp, and you could see how annoyed he was.
Standing up, in seconds he was in front of you, pinning you to the wall. His right hand on the wall while the other press your shoulder to the wall.
“We are newlyweds, Y/N. It had only been three months. If you run away what will my family say? Is it that hard to live with me?” He yelled the last sentence making you flinch. He squeezed your cheeks by one hand, making your lips pouts. “Is it that hard?”
You could feel the pain in your cheeks from how hard he was squeezing them. You didn’t know how to answer. You just know either way you were going to die. So telling the truth is better than hiding it.
“It is... hard.” You gulped the lump at the back of your throat. “I cannot do this anymore. Pretending to be happy with someone who doesn’t love me.”
Jongin scoffed as he let go of you. He laughed too much before looking back at you, “you also don’t love me, Y/N? So, what’s wrong? It has always been like from the start. Business only, remember. You are the one who kept reminding me of that, business only.”
You stayed still. You couldn’t just admit how much you had fallen for him. It was killing you inside and your ego stopped you. You looked everywhere on his face except for his eyes. “Why are you here Jongin? Is it your ego? The girl you had only have in your life ran away. Are you so scared of the rumors? Ah, a mafia member is sure a monster that his wife couldn’t stand being with him.”
Jongin slapped the wall behind your ear making you flinch. It could have hit you if he missed. “You don’t know what you are talking about.” There was a fire in his eyes. An indicator that you had guessed right, and it hurts you. It just hurt you that you are the one in love alone.
“Really?” You scoffed rolling your eyes, by now fear sipped away and was replaced by sadness. You couldn’t stand having your heart torn apart like this. “You could have just let me be. Away from you. I am nothing but a decoration in your home after all. You can buy a new one, but me? I am not going back with you.”
You yelped when he squeezed your cheeks again and closed your eyes tightly scared for your life. You were expected for him to break a nose or your chin or a tooth, but what actually happened, made you freeze in your place like a stone.
Your closed eyes flew open as you felt his lips on yours. You forgot how to breathe. You even forgot how to kiss back, you just stood like a stone while he captured your lower lips between his. What surprised you more was how gentle he was kissing you as if he feared your reaction.
Breaking away from you, his hand that was squeezing your cheeks now lied on your shoulder as he looked at your eyes. “Is it hard to love me? Because it is so hard for me to not fall in love with you. This may have started as an arranged marriage, but I like you. A lot. Can’t you just be mine?”
“What are you saying?” You looked at him as if he was talking in a foreign language. “You never cared about me.”
“I have always cared. Just thought you might hate me more if I showed.” He touched your cheek, and you flinched reflexively. You saw the hurt flash in his eyes as he bit done on his lips. “If I wasn’t a mafia member would you have been less scared of me.”
You bit down on your lips. Your heart will not calm from the kiss. You are still thinking of how soft they were and how you liked that kiss so much. You met his eyes and was looking back at you with fear. At that moment, you realized how scared he was.
Touching his cheek, Jongin’s eyes widened when you pulled him closer and kiss him again. This timeless awkwardly, more passionately he kissed you as he wrapped his arms around and pulled you to his body.
When you broke the kiss to catch on some air, Jongin looked at you with many questions in his eyes. You wiped away his buffed lips with your thumb and smoothed his hair backward. Despite not letting go of you as his arms are still circling around your waist, he looked so confused.
A part of you was amazed, you had never seen Jongin so vulnerable. This side of him, that made your heart skip a beat. You smiled, “Since when did you like me?”
Jongin frowned, he sighed before shaking his head. “Why are doing this to me?”
“So, you see, I somehow also had fallen for you. But you just,” you rolled your eyes. “I left because I didn’t want to be the one in love alone. But somehow, you here and…”
You stopped when you saw the smirk taking over his lips. You pointed a figure at him as you shook your head. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what.” He leaned closer to you, his face a few inches away from you.
“This.” You mimicked his smirk. “Don’t do this.”
“Why?”
“It…” you gulped as Jongin’s lips hang right above yours, but he will not touch you. “It makes me go crazy.”
He smirked again, before closing the small distance that was keeping you apart. You just let yourself melt into his arms. Your dad was right. You gained the love you wanted. Even if the person you were married to is so dangerous, it was enough that he was the gentlest when it comes to you.
“Don’t leave me again.”
“If you behaved.”
Jongin smirked.
Oh god, that smirk.
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Witch!Dazai x TestSubject!Chuuya (Now this witch has some strange tastes so she rescues Chuuya and asks him to be her dog....^^") I don't know how long this 1 drawing per day will last so yeah... Sorry for spreading my ugly doodles in your feed.....
When I was a child, I wondered what it felt like to be a princess. What it felt like to be held in the arms of the person whom you cherished the most. What it felt like to live happily ever after.
When I was a child, I wondered what it felt like to be saved from those wicked villains. What it felt like to have a faithful companion and gush over those silly little things that would leave me the feeling of excitement. What it felt like to have butterflies in your stomach.
Such random things did I wonder when I was a child. Incredible, yet ridiculous things.
I wonder, I wonder…
Fairytales, stories. I wondered what it felt like to relive through them; to be those people who would eventually find what they dreamed and much more.
Hi!! Back again <3 I was wondering if you could write an angst Momoi fic? Where she believes that she's now just a burden to the GoM (since she's the only girl and can't play basketball) and becomes almost depressed, distancing herself from all of them, even Aomine and Kuroko? And the GoM have no idea why and they try to bring her back? Just some angst on Momoi's part and the GoM being really shocked that she ever felt like that because she's rly important to them, so they comfort her?
Sorry dear! Ittook me ages! However, here our sad Momoi and a Lost Miragen, ready to comforther! I tried to put all the elements you request together, without lengtheningthis drabble too much. I hope you enjoy it!
Have a niceday!
Left Behind
“Okay Satsuki, what’s wrong?” Aomine banged his handagainst the wall, blocking the girl’s path. She jolted and took a step back,averting her eyes.
Some of the students in the corridor stopped andlooked at them worried, but nobody dared to step in.
“I don’t know what you are referring to.” She repliedin a forced cheerful tone, stretching her lips in a small smile.
Aomine frowned and anger flashed in his eyes.
“You know.” He growled, offended that she could thinkhe hadn’t noticed.
She shrugged and tried to walk past him, but the boymoved and grabbed her wrist.
“Oi Satsuki!” shouted angrily, but she freed herselfrashly.
“I said it’s nothing!” she protested hurt, loweringher eyes.
Aomine was speechless.
Why?
In the last three weeks Momoi had distanced herselffrom him and all the Generation of Miracles. And that didn’t make sense. Heknew she loved being their manager and spending time with them. Momoi alwayssmiled the brightest when they stopped tougher eating popsicles after practiceand she laughed often when they bickered like children. So why she had stopped?Was she annoyed by them? Had they done something wrong?
Every started when a week ago, after practice, she saidshe had to go home early because of her mother; Aominehad believed her, even ifit was strange. The second that she had too much homework. The third that shewas tired. Was that even an excuse? Something was definitely wrong.
The boys and he had gathered together, trying tounderstand what was happening with her but didn’t manage to understand it. Inthe end, Akashi had given Aomine the task to try the first approach, since theywere closer. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going as well as they hoped.
“Can’t we talk about it?” Aomine tried again,exhausted by her stubbornness, scratching his nape. Why they couldn’t playbasketball together like usual? He had hoped she was going to smile for realand laugh it off, saying him to hurry to practice.
Momoi tightened her lips and shook her head insilence. She was staring at the ground, hardly restraining her tears.
She didn’t want to say it aloud. She didn’t want tomake it more real. It was already hard. Already painful. She just wanted tomend her heart alone.
“Satsuki. I can’t understand.” Aomine was practically beggingher, now worried about her wet eyes. He slowly let her wrist go and put a handon her head. “I’m here.” He muttered in a whisper.
Those words made finally Momoi burst.
“You could never understand!” she cried, clenching herfists, “ You can’t! And you know why? Because you’re a boy, a basketball playerand a talented guy. Everything that I’m not and I’ll never be even if I wantedto. You can’t understand at all!” she exploded, tears running down her cheeks,as she felt all the hopelessness and loneliness stored in her heart surfacing.She felt so scared lately. So insecure about her friendship with them that shecouldn’t take anymore.
She horribly feared a sudden “goodbye.”
“What are you saying?” Aomine muttered with wide eyes,totally lost.
“I can see it, you know I good I am at seeing things.”She mumbled covering her eyes with both hands, “You are all getting better, you’regoing to become such amazing players that soon you won’t need me anymore as amanager. You won’t need anyone. And then what? What’s going to bind me to you?I’m a useless girl, I can’t play with you and I can’t keep up with you either…You’regoing to leave me behind. I don’t want to feel that lonely again.” She explainedsobbing and shaking like a leaf, letting everything flowing outside of her tightenedchest.
Aomine remained in a shocked silent, while her wordssunk in. Slowly, he began to understand.
“So,” he asked quietly, “You preferred to leave usbefore we could do it?” His eyes were firm and his tone unusually calm for ahotheaded guy like him.
Momoi blushed at his question, knowing deep down shehad chosen the coward way.
Aomine sighed, taking her silence as an answer.
He didn’t know what to say, because that was so stupidand he had never even thought about that possibility. But well, he was a man ofactions so it wasn’t a problem.
“Idiot.” He commented angrily, “Come with me.” Then ordered,grabbing suddenly her wrist and dragging her down the corridor.
“Aomine-kun!” she screeched.
Momoi tried to break free and complained whining, buthe didn’t loose his grip nor he bothered to reply. He just walked down thestairs, out of the schools and finally to the gym. Not caring about thestartled glances they received, he reached the locker room and opened itwithout even knocking.
Inside, the Generation of Miracle was changing and atthe sudden entrance looked up shocked. many of them were still half naked.
“Aominecchi?” Kise called blushing at the sight ofMomoi and quickly pulling up his uniform pants.
“What happened?” Kuroko asked tilting his head, theonly one ready.
“I hope there’s a good motive for this.” Midorimasighed fixing his glasses and stop tying his shoes.
“Well, Momo-chin is crying.” Murasakibara, withoutbothering about being shirtless, and five pairs of eyes fixed on her. She instinctivelyhid behind Aomine, ashamed.
“This idiot,” the boy started pointing at her, “Thinkthat soon we’re not going to need her anymore and leave her behind. That’s whyshe tried to run away from us.” He bluntly summed up the problem.
At first, they stared at her speechless and then bursttalking all at the same time.
“Momoi-san, that’s highly absurd.”
“Momoicchi what are you even saying? Nobody is gonnahelp me surviving with those guys without you!”
“I believe that without you, Momoi, our chances to winwould drop dramatically.”
“Momo-chin, you’re too sweet to be left behind.”
Akashi, feeling his inner captain taking control, steppedtowards her and gestured Aomine to move. He rolled his eyes and let her withouta shield.
Momoi fixed her gaze on the floor, blushing at alltheir caring words.
“Momoi-san,” he quietly called her in a sweet tonethat made her raise the head, “Even if one day we’re going enough stupid tothink we don’t need you as a manager, that I believe it’s highly improbable,please stick with us either way. Because we’re never going to stop being yourfriends, no matter what happen. We like you for the sweet girl you are, notbecause you’re our manager.” He reassured her fondly, patting her head full of kindness.
Momoi looked at him incredulous and then at all of them,who were smiling brightly at her. Ah, she had been so stupid.
“I’m sorry…” she burst into another fit of sobs andthat startled them. They didn’t know at all with a girl crying like that. Wasshe happy? Was she sad? Why she was crying?
Luckily, Kisetook attention.
“GROUP HUG!” He screamed grabbing Kuroko and Aomine bythe wrist and launching himself over the girl; the other two also grabbed thefirst person they found next to themselves and soon Momoi was in the middle ofa mass of cursing and laughing bodies pressed together.
And the fear finally vanished. No matter what wasgoing to happen in the future, no matter how much they were going to change,Momoi wasn’t going to leave them alone, even if they asked it. Because now sheknew, they were never going to leave her behind too.
