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futurewriter2000 · 2 years ago

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Different kind of love

A/N: I haven’t written or posted much of Harry Potter but I’m trying to get back into it. This is something that has been on my mind for a while and I wanted to get it out there. I’ll start to go back to request and maybe open the characters back to my world. I hope you like this one.

He ran fast and steady. He wasn’t an athlete by the title but he sure was from all the running this boy did. He beamed and laughed as he ran down the corrider, laughing and waving a paper in the air. The corridors were empty, however the people that did appear found Sirius Black’s run quite another Wednesday.

He stopped to look around the courtyard and there you were, as always, looking confused yet furious.

“You- I- I just want to- REALLY strangle you right now, James.” You put your hands up to his neck and mimicking how strongly you want to strangle him. “Is it really all rubbish that comes out of your mouth or is there any ounce of intelligence in that small hay you call brain of yours?”

“You call me James, not JJ. I say I pretty much won the fight.” He grinned cheekily.

“Oh you-WOW!” You yelped as somebody grabbed you from behind and hugged you tightly.

“I passed! I fucking passed, my girl!” He laughed and you laughed with him, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” You laughed and grabbed the paper into your hands.

“Language, Miss (y/l/n).” You heard professor Slughorn as he passed by.

You rolled your eyes but Sirius laughed, hugging you once again. “ I owe you a burger! Or- or A LARGE PIZZA!” he laughed.

“You don’t owe me anything. I just helped.”

“Yeah but how is it that every time you always help my life gets extremely better.” He cupped your face and smiled, looking into your eyes and for a flash you heard you heart skip a beat. He releases your face and looked around, running to James and jumping onto him. “She is bloddy brilliant!”

“What did you get, mate?” James laughed as Sirius started ruffling his hair.

“I got a fucking E! An E!!!!!!FOR EXCELLENT!”

“Miss (y/l/n), stop cursing. It’s rubbing off on the gentlemen.” Professor Slughorn walked by again.

Your mouth fell agape. “How is their cursing- oh you sexist-!” You wanted to rant to him but a tall boy walked up and pulled you back.

“You know you won’t do anything once you catch up to him.” He smiled and you found his hair fall onto your face.

“You should cut your hair, Remus. Good God, what are you trying to be? Rapunzel?”

“You’re just jealous.”

“What’s a Rapunzel?”

“Dunno. Book nerds.” James whispered back.

Yes, they were your friends- your best buddies but they really didn’t know you much did they? Sometimes you came back to your dorm with your roommate there and you felt drained.

Boys will be boys.

You spent your evening on Arithmancy. Numbers made you even more sad and you didn’t feel like going to the shower. You didn’t feel like anything. There was not a single drop of energy inside of you and that wasn’t like you. You needed space at this time but you couldn’t afford for them to know, for your roommate to know how you truly felt inside; sad.

You went out of the bathroom and looked yourself in the mirror. You grabbed your pouch of a stomach and felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Your eyes wanted to tear up but you didn’t let yourself. Summer is coming up and you look like that? You don’t want to look lile that.

You always knew that people told you that you never looked fat to them but you felt fat. You didn’t feel comfortable looking the way you did.

But it became and every day habit. You went to sleep insecure and you had to wake up brand new you.

To survive. To pretend.

—-

It has been a stressful week ahead with final exams season trying to knock you down like a Bludger with a grudge.

You haven’t paid much attention to anything or anybody except exams and your workout routine. Your brain was tired, your body was tired and your ass was pulsing from pain when you have done one squat too many yesterday.

For a long while you have had a big black hole in your stomach. You wanted to cry from the stress but you knew you wouldn’t be able to until the last exam was taken. You pushed that feeling down, deep down into that big black hole that you called a stomach.

“To find the x we have to use inversion function of… of…” you squeezed your eyes shut to try to remember. “ Of- of- of- of…” you repeated but the answer didn’t come.

You opened your eyes and started shuffling among the books and the papers that were spread on your bed but you couldn’t find the book.

“Where is it?” You got up and went to the cupboard that held most of your school books. Them your bag, then trampled around the room with a stressful look in your eyes.

“Will I cry or die? Who knows? God only knows where that stupid book is and he is making it very difficult to find it!” You talked to yourself. “But you know what- library has all the books so I can quickly run there. Maybe burn a calorie or too.” You laughed to yourself and put on pants and shoes.

You ran down the stairs and made your way straight to the exist.

“Where you going, lass?” You heard a laugh from a far and you turned an in last moment before exiting.

You saw your boys on the sofas and made your way to them with a smile. “Hello boys.” You jumped right between Remus and James, Sirius across from you, Peter dozing off on the armchair near the fire.

“You smell so good.” Remus rolled his eyes and you squeezed yourself next to him, hugging his massive arm. For a boy who does nothing all day, he surely has a massive back and arms.

“Doesn’t she always?” James admitted as well, grinning at Remus.

“And you’re so soft as well.” Sirius added and you laughed.

“All thanks to my mum, I guess.” You said as you saw one of the books in front of you and opened it for stimulation. “What are you lot studying?”

“Potions. P for painful to the s for suffering.” Complained James as he rested his head on yours.

You laughed and put your hand on his cheek and caressed it with your thumb. You could feel him humm as he shut his eyes.

“I fucking love women.” He squeezed even tighter, letting go of the book and wrapping his arms around your torso. “Just… women.” He said dreamily.

You continued to laugh as you rolled your eyes at his statement but then felt his arms squeezing your sides gently, not too forcefully.

He sat back up with a confused look on his face. “Take your shirt off.” He said and your eyes popped out as the other boys laughed.

“You take your shirt off.” You said in defence.

“Gladly.” He pulled off his sweater and had a shirt right under it.

“That was not what I meant!” You wrapped your arms around your torso.

He reached for a glass of water in from of him and just threw it at you.

“JAMES WHAT THE HELL!?” You shouted at him as he got up as well. You pushed him hard back on the sofa.

Your oversized soaked shirt wrapped itself tightly around your body and the boys stared.

Insecurity hit.

“Why are all of you staring?!” You covered your torso with your arms and felt the black hole turn into a frustrated red tornado.

“When was the last time you had eaten?” James stood back up and Sirius shared the same concerned look as Remus. Peter seemed to have dozed off thankfully.

“I am eating just fine!” You admitted truthfully, which was true. You had a healthy and balanced diet. You ate chocolate when you wanted and salad with proteins- there was nothing wrong with anything. They were just being dramatic.

“(Y/n)…” Remus came closer to you. “I know you and this is not you.” He said in a voice that could always calm down the tornado in you.

You laughed in disbelief. “I have just been working out and eating more balanced.”

“Why?” Sirius blurted out with furrowed eyebrows.

“Because I was fat!” You blurted back out as the anger reappeared and so did the tears in the corners of your eyes.

James was taken aback. “You were never fat! Why would you think that?” He said and you laughed in disbelief.

“You’re the one to say that, James. You always talk about how you like skinny girls with a large bottom with Sirius and Remus. A girl has to have long hair and a bit of blush. And I’m not saying this because you think that- I just- I dunno- felt ugly and fat and I decided to do something about it.”

James felt as if someone took his words and spat them back at him as of they were knives.

“Yeah bit- we never-“ Sirius tried to explain but couldn’t find the words.

“Those girls are not you. You’re- you’re our girl.”

“ I don’t want to be your girl, James.” Tears started to fall down your cheeks. “I want to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and feel beautiful. I want to go to the store and find jeans that fit me or tops that don’t show the back rolls. Everything in the store is just so small for women or too wide- or it just doesn’t look good on you. And to walk down the hall and feel desired- the way you look at other girls- or whatever.” You wiped those tears away and all of them were quiet.

Remus took your hand and pulled you close to his chest. He never did that. He wasn’t the emotional kind. He was brains and awkwardness but hugging his large chest was comforting. He sat you down next to him and cupped your face.

“We don’t love you because of your figure, which was completely alright before. We don’t love you because of your hair-“

“I mean we do.” Sirius interrupted and you looked at him. “Because they are yours and it’s the right length and the right colour for your rosy cheeks.”

Remus smiled and ran his hand through your hair. “ And trust me we have all thought of probably snogging you a couple of thousand times because you are so gorgeous that makes a man fall to his knees.”

You were thrown aback from that statement but Remus was a frank person and he was never ashamed of his words.

“ Yeah, pretty much.” James mumbled.

“You, Miss (y/n)(y/l/n), are the most perfect woman for a boy to lay eyes upon but the fact is you have immense amount of respect and care from our side and to objectify you or snog you then throw you away like us boys do from time to time- we don’t want that for you.” He said and you smiled, leaning onto his hand.

“And (y/n)…” James smiled. “We all had a crush on you for a while, it’s just, you deserve so much better than us assholes.” He admitted and you laugh.

“I do, don’t I.”

“Plus we made sure some of the lads didn’t take you out on a date when we heard about it.” Added Sirius and your mouth fell agape.

“What?!”

“Number 1 was too ugly, two was intimidated of us and three was just a Slytherin.” Sirius shrugged.

“One was funny though.” Remus pointed out and you look from one to the other in shock.

“Yeah but ugly.” Sirius added with a grimace.

“Number 6 was my favourite.” James added.

“Oh yeah, I could have accepted the six one.” Continued Sirius and you stared at him. “He just wasn’t one of us. We’re just keeping you for one of us.” He winked and you shook your head smiling.

“You are all terrible people. TERRIBLE.”

The boys laughed.

“Yet somehow you still hang out with us.” James wrapped you around the torso and pulled you close to him, so you could feel his breath on your neck, sending goosebumps along your body. “We couldn’t survive without you, (y/n).” He whispered and you melted in his embrace.

“I fucking hate all of you.” You spoke shyly back, knowing darn well that you love all them with your whole heart.

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ipegchangbin · 2 years ago

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— uplifting

sub!gym buddy!changbin x dom!personal trainer!reader | 8.7k words

♡ … prequel to heavy lifting “Personal trainer Changbin” this, “fitness coach Changbin” that, what if you were his personal trainer this time? Changbin can keep up with his workout routine on his own if he wanted to, but what’s the fun in lifting alone when he can lift with your words of encouragement?

❥ gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, written with a vulva but no specifics), smut, fluff, some crack, crushes/clients friends to lovers, porn with some plot. ❥ mentions of weight (positive context). unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, oral (changbin receiving), fingering (changbin receiving), headlock, strength kink, lots of teasing, dumbification, praise, degradation mention, changbin and y/n are slightly perverted, no specifics about y/n’s physique.

📝 i wrote a thought piece about gym buddy!binnie some time ago but apparently the man himself cannot stop bulking up and working out so i just HAD to write more. this is my first full fic, and yes i drew that piece in the header, so let me know what you think of it through feedback. otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

You never expected your client, the one and only Seo Changbin, to like you this much.

Yes, Changbin; he’s a close friend of your coworker Chris. Just like your fellow gym instructor, he’s outgoing, charming, and confident. Except, he somehow isn’t all of that whenever he’s around you.

The two of you properly met for the first time when Chris showed him around the gym. Changbin had been working out in a different place, likely a smaller fitness center considering how amused he was while walking through the area. He was beaming with excitement when he scanned the rows of equipment, but nothing compared to his reaction when he saw you.

He zoned out when his eyes met yours. To say that he was smitten was an understatement. Both you and Chris had wondered where that extroverted man from earlier had gone.

“Changbin?” Chris called his name.

“Oh, sorry.” He attempted to save himself with a laugh.

It wasn’t long until you both formally introduced yourselves to each other. You extended your hand for a handshake but didn’t miss the way his forearm trembled in contrast to his biceps. Even you couldn’t fathom how quick it was for someone to get so obviously whipped.

The man signed up for a membership here on the same day he met you. He had to think about getting a personal trainer because he had done all of the bulking up and muscle toning mostly by himself. He had practically become obsessed with fitness ever since he was told that big muscles suit him best. He loved everything from the newfound confidence, the look of his curves, and the additional strength. He takes full credit for his amazing body, as he should be, and he’s proud of himself.

That sense of pride left him immediately as he “accidentally” wrote your name on the form under “personal trainer.”

“What about me?!” Chris exclaimed. “I was the one who pushed you to work out! Not only did you turn to a different gym, but you also turned to a different trainer?”

“I-I didn’t mean to—well, whatever, I bet they’re a better coach than you,” said Changbin. He cleared his throat in the middle of bickering with Chris.

Your coworker mumbled about how much easier it was to write his other name “Chan” on the form; unfortunately, all you could focus on was how worked up and cute Changbin got as his ears flushed with color.

Changbin glanced at you before penning down additional details on the form. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. He’s so annoying.”

“It’s no worry really,” you said to him with an amused smile.

Chris let out a huff. “The worst part is you aren’t wrong, Bin. They’re a good choice for you, anyway.”

“Don’t start—”

“They’re not strict, but they’re passionate,” he continued, patting Changbin’s bicep. It tensed up. “Don’t let them down. They love seeing their clients work.”

“I’m not really like that. Don’t intimidate him.”

“You’d want that, though,” Chris muttered under his breath at your defense.

Hearing that made your blood rise to your cheeks out of anger. You faced Changbin to look for reactions only to find his blood flushed through his cheeks too, for very different reasons.

“Trust me, Bin, they’re tough.” Chris flashed the both of you an annoyingly lovely smile. “They have a ruthlessness that you’ll love, dude. It’s…uplifting.”

If Changbin’s face was heated enough, he’d become toast after this new information. He realized that you’re somewhat like him in the sense that you’re just as strong, if not stronger, and more passionate about strength than he is. You weren’t necessarily the fitness junkie that people make you out to be, but you loved strength. Displaying body capability has always been interesting to you. It’s even made its way to your extremely secret list of bedroom turn-ons.

The difference between you and Changbin, of course, was that you’re good at hiding your secrets. He was practically letting the entire world know that he’s interested in you.

The following sessions weren’t kind on Changbin. The first one was an eye-opener itself. It wasn’t because you were being “ruthless” as Chris described, but because he tried his hardest not to fall for you too fast.

Falling in love is one way to put it. He did start falling for everything that came with you, but there was something more alluring about you. Everyone has watched him exert muscle power onto punching his limbs to their limits, but nobody’s seen him exert all brain power into suppressing his thoughts about you.

He spent too many minutes thinking about you. It’s only been two and two nights, but he was so easily awestruck by you. Maybe it’s the way you hold yourself. You stood straight enough to sustain good posture. The stance itself exuded confidence, hiding all insecurities in your system. You spoke as if you demanded and commanded everyone in the room. Your face is always bright. Your build is so fittingly you. Your clothes hugged your body right enough. Actually, on that note, your clothes were probably better off your body—

“What the fuck,” Changbin mouthed to himself, shocked by his train of thought.

That, and your pretty face greeting him took him by surprise.

“Good morning, Bin.”

“G-good morning…coach.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He barely stepped into the gym, half of his body still outside, and he already seemed to tremble in your presence.

You had to give it to him, he’s one adorable man after all. You already know that he’s all sorts of determined, but his sportsmanship doesn’t end with superficialities. He’s extremely well-mannered. He loyally sticks to his principles. He is old money in a new suit; if that meant sweet musk spritzed on an Adidas shirt. His slightly curly black hair peeked out of a baseball cap. He’s a good sport, but he acted like a sore loser around you. He stuttered as if he forgot how to speak. You wonder, would he forget his name too with your hands around his—

“Uhm,” you uttered, distracting yourself from the sudden intrusive thought. It caught Changbin’s attention too, seemingly snapping him out of his head. You wondered if he was lost in the same set of thoughts.

It took you both a few steps and a few lines of small talk before Changbin was on the floor, on his knees, looking up at you, waiting in anticipation of your next move.

Of course, because he’s literally about to perform push-ups for a fitness assessment. What else would you both think it was for?

“Do as many push-ups as you can. Stop and let me know the moment something aches, no matter how small.” Your voice was loud enough to be the commanding sound between the both of you.

“Got it, coach.”

You leaned in. “Alright. I’ll count. You know the drill: legs straight, hands on the floor, ass up. Clear?”

Changbin gulped. There was nothing malicious in what you said. You’re just reminding him of proper form. He shifted his posture and followed your word.

It didn’t have to be this hard for him, doing push-ups in front of someone whose eyes were hyper-focused on him. He was used to getting stared at while working out. It was almost entirely uncharacteristic of him to break into a sweat without even starting. You were only seated on a bench, legs spread a tad bit apart for comfort, upper body hunched forward to get a good look at his form.

He wasn’t the only one going through the mental circles of hell: Changbin didn’t have to look so cute while struggling. His lips parted as he huffed, the smallest grunts escaping his lips as soon as he reached 25 push-ups. You’ve had many clients before him, some even built bigger than him, but he had a charm to him that was alluring.

Maybe it’s because, despite his strength, he seemed so weak for you. Sitting around and working out shouldn’t be this sexy for either of you.

“Fifty.” Changbin looked up at your count. You peered over at his face.

For some reason, he looked fucked out. His eyes were dark yet glossy, the color on his cheeks spread throughout his face, sweat dripping down his forehead and clinging to his freed curls. His chest was heaving, shaky breaths leaving a mouth that looked like it needed you.

“C-Coach, my arm is tense.” He was practically breathless.

“Then stop. Fifty is your limit.”

“Well honestly,” Changbin huffed and smiled a little while getting back up. “I…can go for more, it’s just tense.”

He was planning to flirt. He stumbled while getting back on two legs but you could tell by his gaze and the masked sureness in his tone that he was set on making a move.

You both knew, however, that confidence is just his first line of defense in shielding the fact that he was about to drool at the mere sight of you.

“Chill. I’m assessing until what point you’re comfortable with. I know you can though.”

“No, I r-really can. Just watch.”

Watch? Changbin practically kicked himself mentally at that. How could he ask you to watch him do more when he couldn’t even handle being under your eyes for only so long?

“Ah-huh. You don’t need to prove it to me, Bin,” You let out a dark chuckle. “Don’t get worked up over it. If anything…”

You stood up in front of him. Your mouth and body started reacting before you could think. Before you knew it, you were both in a mutual stare that could never break, and you were mustering up all of your rusty suaves to flirt back.

“If anything, I’m glad you obeyed me.”

Changbin’s plump lips shut themselves tight in a line. He did obey you: you told him to let him know when something didn’t feel right, no matter how small. You inched closer and he watched as you eyed him up and down through a half-lidded stare.

You were thinking with your ass at this point.

“Just proves that you’re a good boy.”

The eyes you were staring at widened yet they never pulled away from yours. He tensed up a little more, his muscles flexing at nothing but the last two words that escaped you.

You were shocked at yourself too. It seemed as if your feelings for him strengthened and affirmed themselves as a solid crush. You didn’t think it would be in you to be upfront, though. There’s one good thing to get out of it, which was testing the waters.

You wanted to know if he aligned with your type in the bedroom. Strong exterior, masculine but comfortable in his skin; all this to contrast with a softer, submissive, obedient interior.

It quickly became a little game in your head to tease him as much as possible.

“I’m kidding! But good job, that’s impressive.”

Hours after that, your praises wouldn’t stop. They followed him as you two continued the fitness assessment, and they rang in his clouded head even as he made it home.

—

He rushed to his bathroom mirror the moment he made it to his apartment. Changbin, for the entire night, was in perpetual shock by your words. The words “good boy” rang in his head like tinnitus. He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them to examine the physical discomfort he felt after leaving the gym.

He got hard. He wondered if he was hard since earlier, considering how heavy it suddenly felt in his jogger shorts. Changbin tugged on his erect length once and then twice. It wouldn’t go down, not when he was still thinking about how hot his new trainer was. How hot you were.

Changbin swore up and down that he never had a type. He thought that girls, boys, or people of any kind would appeal to him: he never factored in that someone like you would be the spitting image of a dream partner.

Strong, witty, dominant.

He felt so bad, so guilty, so filthy for thinking about you. Not only was he thinking of dating his fitness coach, but he was also thinking of what it’d be like to fuck them.

To fuck you. Or get fucked by you.

“Fuck it,” Changbin hissed as he pulled his shorts down, wishing his hand was yours.

After that first day, neither of you could stop, and it was driving the both of you crazy.

Both of your mouths were too quick for your own good. He commented once about his favorite exercise being the “clean and jerk” only for you to make him demonstrate it — the lifting one, of course. Another time, you told him you could do a “rim shot,” only for you to throw a basketball at the hoop above your head.

The image of Changbin’s flushed face at those jokes could never leave your mind. Similarly, he couldn’t get your teasingly sultry voice out of his mind. You both were too damn good at making immature jokes pass as legitimate flirting. It didn’t help that you were both so attractive to each other without even trying.

In the second session, Changbin got distracted by your ass while you were demonstrating the battle rope. The one after that, he nearly stumbled as he ran three laps around the gym next to you only because he got a whiff of your cologne. You both just finished your fourth session and you noticed him eyeing you down even if you were talking to your coworkers and other gym regulars.

It wasn’t teasing at that point, and yet, Changbin was very obviously falling for you.

After you prepared your bags to end your shift and congratulated him on another session done, you walked over to lean on a counter. You were about to leave work soon but took your time as you watched your client make his way to the locker rooms and showers.

Your elbows were propped up on the edge of the high table, your torso leaning forward while your legs stood back, allowing your back to arch. The pose accentuated the natural curvature of your ass and it didn’t help that your arms squeezed on the sides of your chest. Because of that, it popped out more than it should. You were holding your water jug in one hand, ignoring the handle, and engulfing it in your palm in a way that seemed interesting.

Changbin couldn’t help but glance at you. You didn’t mind being eye candy for him at that moment.

Chris snapped you out by making his way next to you, imitating your pose and leaning on the same counter, albeit struggling to look half as alluring.

“Hi, Channie.”

Chris cocked an eyebrow at you. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Sweet spot?” At your words, you felt a presence in the distance. You shook your head and looked at Chris.

“Sour. Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

Chris squinted at you and straightened up. “Call me that and…pose like that?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking much of it.”

“Whatever. Stop acting as if your crush on Bin isn’t obvious.”

“Then why bother asking if it’s that obvious to you?”

Chris was taken aback: he thought you would flat-out deny any mutual feelings for Changbin, as he alluded to that, but you didn’t.

“So you do like him.”

You clicked your tongue. “And what about it?”

“You just seem to like my guy. That’s all.”

“Gym rats speak weirdly homoerotically, huh?” You joked, elbowing his bicep. “In all seriousness, do you think he likes me?”

You didn’t ask that out of insecurity. In fact, you were far from being insecure about the feelings. You weren’t sure why you asked that question but you thought it had to do with Changbin’s consent. After all, was he actually uncomfortable this whole time?

“As you said, why bother asking when the answer’s so obvious?”

All of that doubt washed away immediately at your coworker’s words. He wasn’t Changbin, but he knew the man like he knew the back of his hand. “Y/N. Believe me.”

Chris took a step back and looked at you from head to toe. He wasn’t doing it to check you out but instead to prove his point. The action, however, made the air thicker, but the tension didn’t seem to swell from either of you. You brushed it off and listened to Chris.

“He never told me about having a type but I know my guy’s into people like you.” Something caught his eye. Chris paused and turned his head away. “Would you look at that? Speak of the devil.”

You turned to face the same direction your coworker was looking at, only to find the source of the weird presence and tension from earlier. Changbin was staring at the both of you with his bags in his hands.

His slightly agape mouth, tight grip on the bags, and creased eyebrows were giveaways of confusion, bewilderment, suspicion, and jealousy.

You attempted to break the tension by waving at him and flashing your brightest smile. His gaze softened at that but returned to a frown when he watched you walk to the exit.

You bid both of them farewells for the night. After you turned your heel at the door, Changbin ran to Chris.

—

Chris sat down on a bench as Changbin approached him. He listened to his friend’s weirdly gruff voice. “Christopher, dude.”

“Hm? What’s up?” He nearly laughed, wondering why you and Changbin chose the worst names for him.

Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed as he sat on a chair across from him. “I need advice: I like this person. I’m really into them. I kinda think they like me back, but we don’t have anything yet. I saw them with someone else and got jealous. It’s pathetic but I don’t know what to do with it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Chris snorted at his friend’s ramble. “You shouldn’t worry either if you think they’re into you too. Just shoot your shot.”

“Dude, it’s hard. They just make me act up so much that I start pussying out.”

“You’re too pussy for it? Bro, it’s just Y/N, they’ll be cool with it.”

“Yeah, they—wait, what the fuck did you say?”

The world crumbled around Changbin when Chris dropped your name.

“Don’t act so surprised. Your crush on them is really obvious and I told them you liked them. They were actually talking about you earlier. Also, you’re terrible at hiding shit.”

Changbin’s heart dropped. He was glad that his suspicions were instantly debunked, but the next revelation ran his brain over.

“Jeez, Chan, let me live.”

“You’re alive dude, your pulse is just going over the roof,” Chris pointed at his friend’s smartwatch, alerting him of his heart rate.

“Since you’re being real about this, I could tell that it’s worth a shot.”

Changbin simply nodded. Chris was getting more amused at how his best friend was handling this situation.

“If you’re worried about the part of them being mean to you, just don’t sweat it. That’s their display of affection. I won’t be surprised if they start teasing or degrading you or something.”

The silence was broken by a blink and a huff came from Changbin. Chris was joking, but his jaw fell when he noticed his friend averting his eyes.

“No way. Don’t tell me you’re both into that.”

As Changbin was about to deny him again, he instead felt his heart drop. “Both?!”

“That’s what you’re concerned about? They literally tease you all the time and yet you’re worried that you both like it?”

“Obviously not.” Changbin ran his palm down his face, unsuccessfully masking the blush creeping up on his cheeks and ears.

“Bin, dude, one-up yourself.” Chris readjusted his legs in his seat to fully face his pathetic friend. “Y/N is so ahead of their feelings that I can’t even tease them, so just do it! This isn’t high school!”

“Yeah, Chan, but it’s a damn gym.”

“Same point goes for you, dumbass,” Minho, Chris’ own client, and their mutual friend interrupted. He was pulling jabs at the punching bag a few meters away from them. “I don’t mean to snoop but it’s hard not to eavesdrop when you and Y/N have both been having softcore sex here every other day.”

Changbin felt his hair rise at that.. “Minho, there’s a place you can go to for free and it’s out of my damn business.”

“So you’re not denying it?” Minho smiled and alluded back to your antics.

“Of course, I’d deny it! It’s unfair to talk about them like that!”

“Calm down bro, they’re not yours.”

“Not yet!” Changbin exclaimed a little too excitedly. His two friends laughed at his enthusiasm: that’s their “man of principles” right there.

“Anyway, bro, I have a trick you might want to try,” Minho shared with a snort. He leaned in to whisper his secret, a palm covering his lips next to Changbin’s ear.

As expected, Changbin’s eyes blew wide, eyebrows raised, and then furrowed. His jaw fell but the corners of his mouth remained in an upwards smile of disbelief.

“Try it. Lee knows best, after all.”

Chris had an inkling of what the secret was and teased Changbin. “I can’t believe we’re giving you the pep talk. You better spill everything on them on Friday. Don’t be a pussy.”

“What’s wrong with being a pussy, anyway? It’s better than being a dick,” Changbin side-eyed his two friends.

“If I’m a dick, at least I’m huge.”

“Shut up! I’ll do it. Thanks, I guess.”

Changbin took that as a deadline.

Friday night, I’ll confess. No matter what happens, I’ll tell them what I feel. He repeated those clauses like a tasty little mantra in his head.

Friday rolled around. “Changbinnie’s got this,” he muttered in support to himself. It wasn’t long before you and Changbin faced each other during yet another session.

This time, it was different. You’ve already established that this man crumples at the mere sight of you, but he seemed to have himself together in this instance. He had another trick up his sleeve, and it wasn’t just confidence.

You’d think he might have gotten over you if he wasn’t smiling dumbly at your simple greeting. He displayed almost no signs of nervousness despite his promise to himself about confessing.

“Bin,” you uttered, not missing the way his eyes lit up at the nickname. “Before we start, how much do you usually lift?”

“Ah, coach…” Changbin dipped his head downwards, looking at your shadow on the floor.

He slowly raised his head, a hand shying around the nape of his neck, feigning shyness and innocence with a meek grin and a question for an answer.

“How much do you weigh?”

“Pardon?” Your eyes bulged out of your head.

“H-How much do y-you weigh, coach?” He stuttered as he repeated himself.

It took you a second to unclench your jaw. It wasn’t the subject of the question itself that put you off: you knew he wouldn’t do anything horrible with that information. Your concern was what kind of flirtation technique he was going for. You could infer he learned it from the two men eyeing you on the other end of the gym. Chris and Minho were giggling a little too hard at Changbin’s antics. Might as well roll with it.

You freely disclosed your weight to Changbin. He smiled excitedly and raised an eyebrow.

“Just wait here.”

With Chris and Minho’s minimal assistance almost comically organized on cue, he came back with a barbell, dropping it with pride.

“I can lift this easily.”

You mentally calculated the weights on either end of the bar. The total matched the same exact number you described.

He’s lifting your weight.

You gasped in disbelief. He grabbed the bar and effortlessly swung it off the ground. He was doing a good job at making this game harder for you to win especially with his signature smirk.

You smiled back at him. “Sure you could.”

Changbin dipped his head again. He seemed genuinely shy this time.

“Tell me how and I’ll do it.”

Your eyes beamed up from the weights to his face. You were going to give Changbin quite the session, not knowing his plans to confess later into the night.

—

“You’re doing great, Binnie!” You exclaimed as he pushed the barbell upwards for what was supposed to be the last time today. You two agreed upon one set of bench presses, but after watching him go through two sets the other day, you decided to give him a few more reps. “One more!”

“Okay,” Changbin huffed in response. He pushed again.

His biceps tensed and his chest flexed with them. Even on his last push, he was still maintaining his form, just the way he needed it.

Just the way you wanted it.

A series of thoughts ran through your head down to your heart at once. Maybe it’s his obedience, his flustered face, his biceps tensing under your command, or the fact that he chose to lift a barbell at your weight, but you suddenly felt a pang in your chest seeing him comply with your demands right away.

To be fair, he teased you first today, and he was responding to your teases in subtle ways that satisfied you. You always loved to tease the people you liked; getting people to reach their blushing point is enough of a victory, but it was an achievement in and of itself to get someone huffing and puffing while looking at you, and only you, while being slightly embarrassed.

With that said, it didn’t feel like a real win until you got him to where you truly wanted him to be. Maybe that’s why you devised a plan to make him totally fold over for you.

You ultimately decided to push him, right then and there, on his very last set of bench presses.

“Nice! One more!”

Changbin whipped his head your way in confirmation. “Alright!”

“That’s good!” You exclaimed as he lifted the weight again with only the slightest hint of a struggle. “One more!” You didn’t want to back down.

“One more?” Changbin cocked both of his eyebrows up. His grunts turned into heavy breaths and half-groans from your demands and piercing stare. “Really?”

“What do you think I said, Binnie? One more!”

Sternly, you slapped your thighs to alert him, allowing the skin around your firm muscles to jiggle.

The sight was probably more than enough to rile him up because he tightened his grip on the steel and pushed harder. The veins in his arms popped ever so slightly. His muscle lines defined themselves and his collarbone grew prominent from the intensity of his pushing. Your plan was working.

“Nice. One last?” With pure confidence in your heart, you challenged him:

“Can you take it?”

Changbin’s reaction was priceless.

Before you could think twice about going too far with the innuendos this time, you noticed the glint in his eyes. Shock turned into desperate determination as his eyes were blown wide and his jaw dropped along with the barbell in his hands. It wasn’t a look of questioning; you knew he would keep at it as you asked, but it was as if he wanted to know if he was hearing things right. He wanted to believe what you said.

Maybe he thought about you saying this to him in bed one day. At the same time, maybe he was dirtier; he probably fantasized about you saying that to him in the locker rooms. Maybe he wanted you to ask the same question before you buried your fingers deep inside him. Maybe, in a more surface-level way, he just wanted to prove you wrong.

His stare was speaking to you: I can take it. I can take you. I can take it from you. He was pleading to prove to you that he could do it.

He was pleading to please you. Pleading to take you.

Alas, he had to deal with the barbell in his hands first.

“Yes, please,” he exhaled, sounding too desperate for his liking.

Even though you wanted to push further, he was still technically going past his routine: you could expertly tell that he wasn’t up to his limit yet, but you still wanted him to be safe and comfortable even under your spell. “You sure?”

You didn’t expect his voice to rise in volume while his lips curled upwards in excitement.

“Yes, please!”

“Then give it to me!” You yelled back, flashing him the same smile as he readjusted his form.

He pushed one last time with a loud groan and gently pulled back, finishing the bench press set for real this time.

You quickly decided to finish your teasing off with something sweet.

“Alright, nice one Binnie!” You walked over to him and helped him out of the bench, lifting and moving the equipment away from him. He immediately tended to his sore arms and chest by palming at them using his slightly calloused hands.

You patted his shoulders as he sat up. Before you knew it, words escaped your lips faster than you could think or blink.

“Good boy.”

Something seemed to crack inside him. When you looked at him, his eyes had hearts in them.

Changbin had an expression of what seemed to be a mix of shock, pride, satisfaction, and arousal. After putting his limbs through your hell all day, those two simple words of praise broke through his system: it shot through his ears, the post-exercise dopamine rush, and your words mixed and rang through his temples. Your words were so simple yet the phrase shook him thoroughly. Your words traveled down to his heart at lightning speed.

Your words also went down to his crotch.

Your plan worked a little too well.

“Thanks f-for today coach. I’ll just…restroom.”

Changbin shifted in his seat and got up almost a little too quickly. His thighs wobbled as he desperately tried to hide his erection.

“Go ahead, it’s okay,” you chuckled to yourself, watching him walk faster whilst fixing himself in his cycling shorts.

“I’ll see you then!”

Changbin’s heart was racing. He was getting so worked up that his smartwatch was screaming at him to calm down.

“Goddamn fuckass Fitbit,” he cursed.

He was getting hard again. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and locked himself up in a stall. His pulse was making its way down to his cock. He needed to make his way back home but he felt so feral and horny at whatever you did to him earlier.

Thankfully, he seemed to be the only one left in the gym. A dose of anxiety rushed through his blood from the thought of still getting caught, but most importantly, he hated the thought of thinking about you like this.

He reached down on the waistband of his shorts, slipping a hand underneath the fabric. A wet hiss left his mouth as he wrapped a hand around his cock. His other hand took the hem of his shirt into his mouth, exposing the skin of his torso and hardened nipples.

All he could hear in his head was your voice.

Can you take it?

He could, but he felt guilty for wanting to.

Good boy.

But good boys don’t play with dirty minds alone.

He almost drooled through his shirt, biting harder, only to be interrupted by the sound of a clang on the lock of the bathroom’s main door.

Shit. He wasn’t so alone after all.

He immediately fixed himself up, pretended to be done doing business in the stall, and walked out even if he was still annoyingly erect.

Suddenly, his skin went pale when he realized that you were the one who entered the room.

“Ah! Coach!”

“Ch-Changbin?!” The two of you screamed at the same time and jumped back at each other.

You started apologizing profusely for walking in on him. “Holy shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were still here!”

“Me too! I-I thought you went home already,” Changbin responded, his mouth trembling, still in shock,“I was, uhm, fixing my things. What’re you doing here?”

Your hand made its way to the back of your head. “C-Closing up the gym. I thought I was the last one here. I’m sorry!”

“Hey, please. I took too long, I’m gonna take my leave now.”

Changbin gave you a reassuring smile but unexpectedly dropped it when he realized something he missed.

You better spill everything on them on Friday. Don’t be a pussy.

He forgot to confess.

The both of you had gotten so deep into the flirting and teasing to the point that he forgot his main goal of the day. Leaving with a bunch of burnt calories and a horny mind was still not enough to let his heart rest.

“B-But, uhm, I can stay a little while. I’ll help you close the gym.”

“It’s okay. You must rest, you seem tired!”

“Nah. I’ve rested up enough, stretched and everything.”

“I insist. Take a seat, it’s alright.”

“Thank you.”

You took a few minutes of checking the ventilation systems and stalls. You sifted through the lockers in case anything got left behind. It wasn’t as nasty as it usually would have been — courtesy of Chris suspiciously cleaning it up before leaving. What if he intentionally did that in advance in case the both of you settled here; which is, unfortunately, the case? You’re just glad that you confirmed only the both of you were there in the gym.

Returning to the main hall of the bathroom, you found Changbin sitting anxiously, bouncing his leg and locking his bottom lip in between his teeth. He wanted to tell you something. You wanted to say something. Neither of you did anything for a few seconds, merely sharing a stare with hearts behind your eyes.

Deciding to offer a massage was your best course of action.

“Sorry, the routine earlier was rough on you.” Before Changbin could retort, you quickly added. “Say, do you want a massage? It helps with sore muscles.”

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to!”

“But it helps ease the pain, trust me!” You walked closer, going behind the bench. You placed your hands on Changbin’s shoulder blades, keeping him sat in place before he could object. “They say I give the best massages. What do you think?”

You gave him all the time in the world to decide amidst his inner conflict because he, unfortunately, couldn’t think. You could feel his skin heating up under your palms, the temptation to turn his neck to face you creeping up on him, but he knew wiser. He grew grateful that he was facing away since he was still dangerously hard. Rain might pour on him if he kept looking at you.

Because he couldn’t handle much more of your contact, he made the stupid choice and allowed you to massage him.

“Sure. You can do it if that’s okay.” Whatever, he was actually none the wiser.

“Of course it is,” you said as you squeezed his arm with a smile.

Your fingers ran up and down his shoulders and biceps. They made their way to his neck and collarbone in soothing circular motions, your fingertips leaving indents on his skin through his shirt. Hard muscles tensed and relaxed under your touch, but you could feel jerks beneath you. The simplest actions made his chest tremble and his cock twitch. He hid it by squeezing his legs and hoped you didn’t notice.

You could smell him. Whiffs of the same sweet fabric softener mixed with an expensive cologne entered your nose, but a certain masculine musk was mixed in. You could tell it apart from sweat. You looked down at him and noticed the surprisingly large imprint in his shorts. That’s when it hit you. It was—

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

Any further thoughts scurried away to the back of your brain at his sudden serious tone. You were about to ask if it was about the massage but he sounded firm with himself.

“I’m sure you can tell by now, but I’ll be upfront about it.”

Changbin inhaled and exhaled. An air of peace surrounded the both of you.

“I have feelings for you. I’ve thought about it and…I really do like you.”

You were taken aback. You saw it coming, but you still shook your head to check if this was real. You’ve heard the same set of words before from other people but none of them hit quite like this. Confessions coming from your clients were the least of what you expected, but it was a welcome surprise.

“You don’t have to reciprocate, I just wanted to let you know that.”

Maybe he took the opportunity that he was facing away from you, but you turned to the side to see his face. It was only then that you saw him, face flushed all over, eyes shining, skin glistening with sweat and some sort of handsome glow. The both of you basked in each other’s presence and waited patiently.

“Changbin…”

Time seemed to halt and you felt your heart floating at your own words.

“I know, it’s a lot. I’m sorry I—”

“No, Bin, I like you too.”

Changbin’s gaze at you impossibly softened more as he stood up. He inched closer to you, taking in your beauty as if you were an apparition.

He brought his hands next to your face, hesitating. “May I?”

At this point, you could only think with your heart and your core. He looked insatiable, lovely, and pretty. You were all sorts of beautiful and handsome to him too at that moment. Neither of you could hold yourselves back. You thought he was being impossibly polite for not kissing you on the spot, so that’s what you did.

You held his hand next to your cheek and cupped his face with your other, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

His eyes grew wide before closing slowly. The both of you took your time, relishing in the softness of both of your lips, pouting into each other and pressing the flesh as if you both got a taste of heaven for the first time.

You pulled away and your foreheads pressed against each other while the tips of your noses clashed adorably between your faces. He softly smiled and you mirrored him before diving in for another kiss.

Lightning cracked within you. As you kissed, your arms roamed around his body, your hands snaking his hips, and you pulled him closer with gentle force. Your tongue darted out mid-kiss and started licking his lips as if you lost control. He tasted so sweet even if he seemed so shocked.

“Ah!”

An adorable moan escaped his throat and fire erupted within your core.

“I like you too,” you said, “but I need you.”

Sparks made their way to both of your crotches. Hands trailed to your waist while yours pulled on his hips. Changbin grunted at the feeling of his plush flesh being held firmly, making you squeeze your fingertips.

“Fuck, I need you too.” Changbin whimpered slightly. Without thinking of it, your fingers danced their way up his sides and pulled slightly on his shirt, making their way over his chest. Your fingers circled his hardened nipples. He struggled to continue. “I’ve…been needing you since day one.”

“Since the first session?”

“Since we first met.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and slid your tongue on his adam’s apple in one quick motion. “How did you hold back for so long?” Changbin asked, attempting to ground himself by asking you more questions instead of moaning.

“How did you?”

“Can’t you tell I couldn’t?” He said, eyeing down at himself through a half-lidded stare.

You chuckled. “Need help with it?”

“Please, Y/N,” Changbin pleaded, his voice betraying him, lacing his words with desperation.

Without another word, your arm darted and pulled down on his shorts, instantly exposing his lower half. His underwear was thankfully cooperating; the waistband snapped around his thighs as your hands released from the swift motion, eliciting a very loud moan from Changbin.

His cock surprised you. It wasn’t the lengthiest, but it grew in size ever since you discovered the dick print earlier. What he lacked in length, he made in sheer girth. It was thick, so much so that it looked heavy. It was heavy: the moment you held it, your fingers struggled to wrap around him, and your hand nearly slipped from failing to lift it.

Training yourself to hold the bars on barbells clearly didn’t train you enough to hold his dick properly.

“What a big boy,” you muttered.

“I-I’m not, really.”

“You are. I bet I can’t fit you.”

Before he even got the chance to protest, he watched you prove yourself right by getting on your knees and taking him in your mouth. Your lips only managed to fit around his tip. You would go deeper, but his girth filled your mouth so much and so fast.

The sudden actions left Changbin struggling to keep himself steady. You circled an arm around his waist, nonverbally telling him to sit himself down. He got distracted by the firm flex of your arm before following, slowly sitting down.

What he didn’t expect, though, was allowing you to swing his leg over your shoulder as you took more of his cock in your mouth. Not long after, he felt something foreign prodding at him.

The additional contact only piled onto the pleasure so he didn’t dare try to stop it. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the sensations of your tongue circling his tip and your hand building up the pace. It was only when you paused and spoke that he finally decided to look at you.

“Is this alright?”

Peering down at you left him speechless.

A finger teased his ass and made its way around the rim of his hole. As he stared at it, letting drool pool under his tongue, you looked up at him with swollen lips.

“W-Want it. Need it.” He gave you the same look that he flashed your way when you teased him earlier. From that alone, you knew he could take it.

You pressed your tongue against his rim for a moment, lubing it up before pressing a digit onto him. “Done this before?”

“No. Never,” Changbin huffed. “F-Feels so—Ah!”

Before he could say anything more, you stuck a finger inside him. Shockwaves rippled across his body, sensations and stings he’s never felt starting to bite him everywhere.

Your finger slid into him slowly. It stretched his walls which were tight yet somehow clean and wet. It left you to wonder if he at least prepared himself for something like this even if he’s never tried it. He writhed under you until the discomfort left him, whispering for you to keep going.

You added another finger in. You started curling them. It hit his sweet spot, causing him to groan out your name and flinch all over. Pleasure and ecstasy were the only things he felt and the only other word he could mutter was your name.

“It’s so fucking g-good.”

“And you’re so good. Taking me so well. Such a pretty boy.” The praises became addicting to him, causing him to push his hips and rut against your fingers, chasing a high.

“Fuck. So, so—ah—so good.”

“You like this, don’t you?” You responded to his mumbling with a smirk.

“Love it.” He breathed out. “Love it—ah—love you. Y/N, I love you so m-much.”

Changbin could only manage to repeat the same thing over and over, his mind fogging with nothing but arousal as he melted under your touch. He didn’t just want your lips on his, he didn’t just want your fingers in him, he didn’t merely want his cock inside you. He needed you, all of you, your sex, your self, and more; he just couldn’t say it clearly when your fingers curled against his prostate.

Eventually, the cock in your mouth twitched. That was a telltale sign that he was about to finish. Changbin patted your head and signaled you to stop.

“I-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Your lips popped off his cock as you looked up at him. “Hmm? Why?”

The sight of you like this drove his mind until it went hazy. With vision blurring in pure ecstasy, words blending, he felt like he was losing himself under you. “Need…need to f-fuck…”

“Too much? We can stop—”

“No. No, don’t stop,” he whined. “I just—please, Y/N, I need to fuck you. Bad.”

Practically pleading, he pulled you up off your knees by wrapping strong hands around your biceps and mindlessly licked a stripe across your lips. You pulled away from the wet kiss to find his face flushed impossibly deeper and his cheeks puffed up. His mouth was trembling and he seemed to not be able to speak any further.

“Going dumb for me, Binnie?”

“Mhm,” Changbin nodded, not denying—no, not even processing what you had just told him. You brought your hand up to cup his face, only to be shocked when he immediately nuzzled against it.

“How pathetic. We’ve barely fucked and you went dumb over two fingers?” You brought up the fingers that entered him earlier, showing the wetness to him.

He whined, sweet vowels of no words squeaking out of him. After shying away, he looked back at the digits and brought them to his mouth.

You were speechless at his neediness. You watched him blissfully suck on them before he pulled away and mumbled. “Want more.”

You smiled at him and pecked his cheek. The following gestures happened in a flash, and you had yourselves fully exposed to each other. Blinking eyes at your figure, Changbin was legitimately drooling in awe of your figure, tears stinging his eyes at your beauty.

“Pretty…”

“Thank you,” you giggled, wiggling your ass in front of him until your cheeks made contact with his V-line.

You suddenly had an idea. Like earlier, it would be fun to safely challenge him while he’s in a cute headspace. “You lifted weights that were exactly my weight, right?”

“Mhm. Yes Y/N.”

“Prove to me that you can actually do it.” You traced his jaw, feeling his figure from behind your body, watching him with nothing but touches.

“Fuck me while carrying me, Binnie.”

It ignited something within him because he instantly lifted you off the floor with ease. Teasing your fleshy, wet entrance with free fingers, he aligned your hole with his cock. As the sensations of having your heat held by Changbin, he sank you onto him.

He started thrusting into you after a minute of adjusting. “Am I—fuck! Am I heavy? Light?”

“No, no, just right. So g-good.” Changbin kissed your neck, thrusting out of you before digging himself further inside. “Wanna—ah! Wanna fuck you f-forever.”

“Changbin,” you breathed out. “Arms…around me.”

You pointed to the general area of your neck and shoulders. The signal left Changbin in disbelief for a second. Complying was easy for him but he still felt nervous. He didn’t want to suffocate you but he was also chasing your praise. Wordlessly, he swung an arm across your neck and latched his hand on your chest, allowing you room to breathe as he squeezed tight. You were in a literal headlock; a fantasy you never realized would come true.

He didn’t expect the position to make his job easier. It allowed him to piston into you with force while kissing and marking up the side of your neck that wasn’t being squeezed by the meat of pure muscle. You could hear his extremely loud moans better in one ear while the other half of your face was being massaged by flexing skin. Thankfully, the man — who you’d forgotten was your professional gym buddy — was careful enough, pecking you every once in a while, syncing his breaths with yours to check if you were okay.

The thrusts became erratic and your bodies heated each other every time you both made contact. He reached down to touch and tease your heat while you leaned back to hold and squeeze his ass cheeks as much as you could. He moaned louder and started shaking as you groped him harder. You felt his hardness drilling into you, leaving you wetter than ever.

He couldn’t stop whining. Changbin never intended to make so many restrained noises slip in the gym. He whined almost the same way he did each time you teased him as he lifted weights. It was the same, high-pitched, unbelievably sweet plea that escaped his throat with a tremble at the end. This time, however, it was louder, needier, more shameless, and more desperate. This time, there was no restraint. There was no point in holding back anymore.

You could almost taste heaven, and you called out his name over and over, signaling your need to finish.

“C-close—cumming,” he whined. His cock started to feel firmer as it pounded you. “Cumming, I’m cumming, I-I can’t…”

The both of you could feel each other get wetter and wetter. Your walls clenched and unclenched around him, trapping him inside you, urging him to finish with you.

“Let go, Binnie, c-cum for me. It’s okay. Cum with me.”

“Ah—thank you!”

After a few thorough, full, and harsh thrusts, Changbin sank himself deep within you one last time and came inside as you creamed all over him as well. Both of your voices were strained especially after screaming in unison as you finished.

It took a while to ground yourselves back to reality, but it was worth the effort.

You both cleaned yourselves up as you gave Changbin an actual massage in the restroom. Fingers in the ass felt good but left him relearning how to stand on his own. Without your assistance, he wouldn’t know how he’d make it out of the bathroom. He also gave you rubs around the skin he squeezed and thrust onto. Giggles and kisses here and there against running water felt calming and domestic. The both of you put your extra clothes on and sat yourselves down on the same bench.

After packing your things, you realized how fucked out he still looked. He looked pretty with his cheeks puffed out, eyes still glossy, and lips parted as they were tinted with your love earlier. Though he’s cute this way, he still seemed so tired, neck hunched as if his previous horny thoughts weighed his head down. You naturally felt bad so you silently patted your shoulder. Your signal urged him to inch closer and collapse his head beside your collarbone.

“Again, thank you,” Changbin said with a shy smile. “Didn’t expect this, but seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. I’m always happy to help you.”

He shook his head at your response. “Uhm…this…this will—this is going to sound—well…” Changbin stuttered as he fidgeted with his flushed hands. “I don’t mean to be rude so I wanted to ask…”

He was a stammering mess. He thought his words over for a second before lifting his head a little higher. “Could we…hang out sometime? I just…I want to spend more time with you, is all.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. “Oh, of course, sure!”

“Oh, hah, okay. Thank you. I just wanted to be sure, I didn’t want to make it seem like…I only see you like this. I-I don’t. I really like you—I really love you. I’d love to know you better outside of this.”

As the words escaped his mouth, the confident and bright Leo man that you admired seemed to reemerge before you. You have to admit: despite everything, Changbin’s one hell of a respectful, wonderful gentleman. Clarifying that he wasn’t objectifying you should be the bare minimum, but you could sense within his intentions that he means it and more.

“No need to sweat it, Binnie,” you responded, making him blush again.

“Really?” Changbin jokingly wiped the sweat off his forehead, making the both of you giggle. The air was warm but the energy you two shared was chill at the same time.

“Really, though. I appreciate it. I’d love to know you better, too.” You pressed a kiss on his temple, reheating his cheeks.

The both of you exited the gym with your hands interlocked. He smelled like sex, shampoo, and you, but who gives a fuck?

You never really expected your client, the one and only Seo Changbin, to be your boyfriend after five sessions alone.

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Chapter 2

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CHAPTER 2

The next night you were back at the same gym. Your mood today was improved; however, the conversation with your ex-husband still left you pretty steamed, but you figured that you would figure it out. You stretched out and then got on a treadmill to get warmed up. Once again, you pulled out your phone and put your workout music on to listen to while working out. No angry Em this time, just your regular workout music. While you jogged on the treadmill, you let your mind drift to your current predicament and how to handle the situation. Your son had been understanding and had not wanted to go to his dad's over the summer, but you suspected he was covering.

After 30 minutes, you hit cool down, still pondering the situation. You stepped beside the treadmill to stretch your legs, sighing and moaning as you stretched the tired muscles. You repeated your routine of wiping down the machine and glanced around, and noticed that the hoodie guy was over doing the free weights. He once again had a hoodie on, but a white one this time, and a cap pulled low over his brow. He had earphones on and seemed to be nodding to the beat of whatever he was listening to. You hit the weigh machines and worked on your lower body. As you worked out, your insecurities more fantastic their ugly head, and you started to wonder why he hadn’t come over and said something. Were. you too cringy? Did your sense of humor turn him off? We’re you too aloof, should you have been more approachable and not rushed off? These questions circled your mind and taunted you until you were going crazy. Then you dropped yourself and tried to figure out if there were other reasons. You yourself hadn't noticed him until you were done with the treadmill work out and looked around. It’s possible he was in his head as well. You studied him and noticed how absorbed he was in whatever was playing in his earphones. He didn't glance around; he did his workout and moved to the next thing. You started to relax, your mind calmed, and you let out a slow breath and returned to your workout.

You once again ended your routine with your ab workout. You stretched out your muscles really well than once again grabbed your water bottle and your towel and headed for the exit.

“ No angry music tonight?” once again that low accented voice met your ears and you stopped and turned around. He was still in the shadows, but this time, he was standing, and you could see he was about as tall as you. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his zip-up hoodie.

“ Hello to you too. Nope, the homicidal maniac in my brain is subdued and quiet for the moment, ” I told him dryly, ” taking my meds usually helps with that. Just not always good a taking them.” I watched him study me, his blue eyes assessing.

“Yeah, I got one of those, too. Writin’ usually helps me. Of course sometimes the maniac comes out when I write but he’s been pretty subdued”, he stated casually

“Oh yeah, what do you write?” You ask, interested. You saw his mouth twitch up and he quickly pursed his lips and made the smile disappear.

“ Lyrics.” He simply stated, his tone deliberately casual.

“ You’re a song writer?”

He seemed to debate with himself , then smiled as he looked down

“ Something like that.”

“ Can I ask what genre?” You asked curiously, head tilted to the side.

Again he seemed to study you seeing if you were being honest or facetious. You just kept looking at him, meeting his blue gaze head on, not hiding. Reading the innocence in your gaze, his gaze softened but still held some guardedness them. Still, he seemed hesitant, which made you even more curious, but you hated anyone to be uncomfortable, so you let him off the hook and changed the subject.

“Were you listening to music to put lyrics to while you were working out?” You asked, putting, understanding why he was so absorbed.

“ Yeah, trying to put together some lyrics to the music. You saw that?” He asked, embarrassed.

“ I noticed you working out and noticed the headphones and how in your own world and head you were in. Then just now when you said you write lyrics it kinda clicked.” You explained your reasoning

“Why were you watching me?” He asked, his voice a little more sharp.

“ Why were you watching me?”, you countered, not appreciating his tone, puzzled by it. When he didn’t answer, just looked down at the ground you figured it was a good time to leave.

“ Well, I’ve got an early day tomorrow so I’m gonna say goodnight.” I told him softly, turning to go to my car.

“You intrigue me? I haven’t been intrigued by someone in a long time. I’m pretty guarded, I have to be but the way you spit those raps so effortlessly and just lost yourself in the music, you know what I’m sayin’? “ His apologetic voice stopped you.

“Yeah, I do. I felt the same way watching you box. At first, it was cause you looked familiar, but you probably have that type of face. And you get my dark sense of humor. Outside others in the medical profession, not many do”, I confessed to him quietly. Your eyes met and an understanding past between you and you saw his lips draw up in a smirk and a twinkle appear in his eyes.

“So, should I keep calling you homicidal er nurse or can I get a name?” he teased. You allowed a slight grin on your lips.

“ I don’t know, can you?” You sassed back. He chuckled.

“Y/N.” you told him, with a smile. He smiled, pleased at his success

“Marshall, ” he offered his name cautiously, stepping into the light and pulling down his hood. Your eyes widened as you realized who hoodie guy actually was. You instantly blushed as you thought of Eminem himself hearing you try to rap his songs. He saw it and was charmed by it. He watched you gather your composure and he admired you for it.

“ Pleasure to meet you, Marshall.” You said with a welcoming smile. “ I’m feeling very silly now.” You confessed, sheepishly.

“Aye, I told you you wasn’t bad. I’m pretty impressed actually how well you did the faster parts.” He asserted seriously.

“Coming from the Rap God himself, I’ll take the compliment.” You stated with a chuckle.

“Aight, that’s better.” He said softly with a satisfied look on his face.

“Can you talk for a bit?” He asked awkwardly, shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. You regretfully shook your head.

You hated to see his face fall.

“ I wasn’t lying when I said I have an early day tomorrow.” I told him softly, wishing you could stay and talk.

“You gonna work out tomorrow night?” He asked, moving closer.

“Is the Pope Catholic?” you countered his question, watching him move closer and getting able to see his visage up close. He was even more handsome up close. Well-groomed lush beard and mustache, smooth skin, wide blue eyes. He came to a stop an arms-length from where you stood, respecting your personal space, which you appreciated. He nodded.

You smiled at him and said, “ Goodnight, Marshall. Have a good rest of your night. Be safe.” You turned to go to your car and were surprised when you felt him fall into step beside you.

“ What are you doing?”

. “Walking you to your car. I do have some manners.” He scoffed.

“And a couple of mansions.” You quipped. He shot you a sideways look, then chuckled. Oh impulse you shoulder nudged him. He stumbled and looked startled, then he smirked and nudged you back.

“So, you’re an ER nurse. How do you like it?” he asked.

“I'm a behavioral health er nurse. I work mainly with psychiatric patients that come in. Honestly, sometimes I question my sanity and why I decided to make a move to the er and be the behavioral health nurse, especially when I'm getting slammed with patients, but I love it, and I love my night shift crew so it’s cool.” I ramble earnestly.

“ Night shift?” he asked with a raised eyebrow

“ Yup, weekend nights,” you said proudly, loving your shift and proud to be a part of your crew.

“ Wow, is that pretty difficult to do? Work nights? Flip your schedule like that?” he sounded concerned. You wondered if he was thinking about his own issues with sleeping and what they led to. You also wondered if he still had trouble sleeping or if he had a better sleep routine.

“ Not really. I've worked this shift for seven years now. My body is pretty accustomed to the schedule, plus I have a sleep routine.” You told him, a little embarrassed you were talking so much about yourself, but he genuinely seemed interested.

. “ Sleep routine?” he asked, curious.

“ Yea, things I do to get ready for bed. Like a shower of course, a cup of extra strength sleepy time tea with valerian root, room darkening curtains, sleep mask and a nice cool room.” you listed off your go-to routine. He nodded thoughtfully, he expression understanding.

“ How about you? You have stuff you do to get ready for bed?” you asked, hoping you weren't getting to personal. You held your breath.

“ I mainly exhaust myself during the day so I sleep, ” you both chuckled, then he turned serious, pensive, ” I don’t have one, really, I take a shower, watch some TV and then go to bed. No special things in my bedroom for that. I do sleep better with it cool, though.” thinking outloud. You listened and let him speak. You nod thoughtfully but don’t say anything. You have heard how private he is and don’t want to invade that privacy.

“ it really helps to cue your mind that it’s time to wind down and sleep.” You offered before going silent.

“ Yeah.” He hummed.

You make the rest of the way to your little Ford Escort in comfortable silence. He raises an eyebrow at your car. It was a 1999 red two-door coupe.

“ The is Ruby. She was a present from my parents when I graduated from college. She and I have been through a lot together, ” you tell him proudly. You were proud of your little red beauty. She was still in excellent condition, your best friend had p redone her paint job a few years ago and replaced her headliner. He walked around your car, checking her out. He nodded his head and hmmm’d every once in awhile. You watched him, studying his face and his expressions, watching his movements.

He can back to your side.

“ Ruby?” he asked with I’m eyebrow raised. “You named your car?” he stated in bemusement

. “ I name all my vehicles. You don’t?”

“ Nah, they don’t need to be named. They have names; the model is the name,” he said firmly. You looked at him incredulously.

“What?” He asked warily.

“ Every vehicle, plane, ship or whatever has a personality all it’s own. The name is part of that.” You argued passionately. He looked at you, watching your expression and your eyes and he was even more charmed by you. You saw him watch you and watched his eyes soften as they looked at you and his lips turn up.in a fond smile. “You should try if. Your vehicles will appreciate it.” You suggested to him. “ I know Ruby responds better when I talk to her and call her by her name.” you said adamantly. Marshall just shook his head and said “ Yeah, I ain’t doin’ that. They are just machines; they aren't living things that need a name.” He looked at you, but you just smiled back at him not perturbed in the least. People could believe what they wanted to, Marshall included.

“ Okay. And now, I’m afraid I have to say goodnight. My bed and pillows are calling me.” You told him, regretfully. He just nodded and opened your door for you. You smiled up at him, delighted. He died down at you.

. “ Good night, Marshall. Sleep tight, sweet dreams, Be safe,” you told him softly.

“Good night, y/n. You do the same. Text me when you get home so I know you got home safe.” He handed you a piece of paper with his cell number on it. You looked it over for a second, about to protest, then you looked up at him and saw the softness in his eyes, but the set of his mouth told you he wasn’t budging on this. You nodded your head, and you saw him relax.

“ Good night,” you told him again before rolling up your window and starting Ruby. You gave him one last wave and pulled out of the parking space. You saw him in your rear view mirror, standing where you left him, watching your car go. You made the trip to your place quickly. You once again checked on your youngest son and said hello to your middle son who was studying.

You got to your bedroom and pulled out your phone and the slip of paper. You opened up a new text message and put the number in under the contact Hoodie Guy.

Y:Hey, it’s y/n from the gym. Just letting you know I got home safe.

You didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

M: Good, I’m glad you made it home safe. Thanks for texting me. C u tomorrow night?

Y: You bet, same Bat-time, same Bat-station 😊

M: Dork

Y: Proudly!!!!! 😉

M: Good-night, y/n

Y: Good-night, Marshall

#eminem #eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #eminem imagines

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abbatoirablaze · 3 years ago

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Putting Baby In The Corner, Chapter 1

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: overbearing parents

Everything was regimented. Whether it was the time with the tutors, to the amount of time she spent working on routines or her flexibility, or even the amount of food and when, Anya’s life had been extremely regimented, documented, and optimized. She was practically bred to be a future Olympic champion by her parents, Jessica and Andretti, two gold medal gymnasts themselves.

“Remember, little one, you have to stay focused and train hard to be the best that you can possibly be,” her father reminded her as he looked up from a contract he was looking over, “only the best of the best make it to the Olympics…what are you doing? Why are you eating now?”

“I know papa,” Anya sighed heavily as she popped another carrot stick into her mouth. She rolled her eyes at her father, “I just got back from class, and I wanted to grab a light snack before I went to the gym. Mama said it was okay!”

“JESSI?” Anya rolled her eyes as her father called for her mother. She was quick to make her way into the kitchen, her keys balanced in one hand while her sunglasses were in the other, “she said you could let her have snack?”

“She didn’t eat when she was at the tutors,” her mother sighed, “ I told her a dozen carrot sticks and celery slices and a half grapefruit. Sweetie, why are you still eating? You’re going to make yourself late for the practice that’s scheduled for the qualifying team.”

“I just wanted a few minutes without having to be on the run,” Anya replied as she bit her lip, “I still have plenty of time.”

Both of her parents sighed at her, and suddenly she felt guilty about the few pieces of veggies that she was nibbling on.

“You are going to be running behind, little one,” her father reminded her, “remember. To be early is on time and to be on time is to be late. I don’t know how with an attitude like that you manage to be so far. You couldn’t do it on your own. Your lucky to have your mother and I push you so. It’s a surprise you’re still in top scoring competition, Anya.”

Jessi put her sunglasses down as she stared at her husband, “Andretti.”

“Just I am saying,” he pointed out, “little Nadia is more serious than little one. She may be eight, but your little cousin will be sure to make the Olympics when it is her time.”

“Maybe you should go adopt Nadia then.”

Andretti frowned at his daughter’s remark, “you are being very much a rude commenter.”

“Dad, you’ve lived in the states since you and mom got married. Just say I’m being an ass,” Anya grumbled. Her father gave her a look, “you guys let me swear since I was fourteen.”

“You are being an ass.”

Anya rolled her eyes and left the rest of her meal untouched as she started towards the front door, grabbing her gym bag. She didn’t want to deal with her father anymore. It was an unfortunate happenstance, as when she was younger, they were nearly attached at the hip. Now, however, they only ever seemed to butt heads, “mom I’m ready to go…can we leave now?”

“Your father is actually taking you,” she commented from the kitchen, “I have to go meet my agent for another endorsement deal!”

“Great,” she sighed to herself. Then she raised her voice, “come on dad…I need a ride to the gym since you and mom won’t let me drive!”

“Driving is responsibility,” Andretti pointed out as he walked swiftly past his daughter, “one you cannot have until you prove responsible.”

“I know dad…you tell me this every other day…”

“Then maybe you become!” he said firmly as he left the house, “come on, little one. Rush or we will be late. And late gymnasts miss the gold. Late gymnasts do not get the second chance.”

Anya sighed again to herself and followed her father. He loaded up the car, and drove her to the gym, where she was set to have a four-hour practice before going home, doing homework, getting in a late workout, and doing some work on the balancing beam in the basement before going to bed and repeating the process all over again.

“Wil be later to picking you up.”

“I know dad.”

“Stop with the attitude, little one.”

“It’s not an attitude dad, I just wa-“

“Attitude does not get the gold,” he said firmly, “stay focused in your discipline. Stay focused on your goals. You are daughter of Andretti and Jessica Leskashov. You are Anya Leskashov. Future gold medalist.”

“Okay dad.”

“Good,” he commented with a smile, “now you go to practice.”

“Bye.”

“Have the love for you!” he said softly.

“Ya toze tebya lublu, papa.” (I love you too, dad.)

He gave his daughter a smile, feeling guilty about how tough he was earlier, especially hearing her speak to him in Russian, knowing that it made him more comfortable, and was part of the special bond that he shared with her and her alone; but he didn’t do anything other than wave her off as she went into the gym.

“ANYA!”

Anya felt herself smiling as her best friend greeted her. She dropped her gym bag and ran towards her younger counterpart, “TIFFI!”

The best friends smiled, hugging it out as they started their usual greeting. The other three girls who were picked as the preliminary team rolled their eyes from their spots on the floor. None of them had changed yet, and Anya’s brows furrowed as she pulled away.

“What’s going on?”

“We got a new coach.”

“What?” Anya asked, surprised at the announcement from Mary, one of the other girls, “what are you talking about, new coach? We’re this close to leaving for the circuit and qualifiers. We don’t have time for a new coach. What happened to Coach Natasha. Mary…is your mom okay?”

“Yeah…about that…can you call your parents?” Mary asked, “the other girls had to call theirs and my mom is having my dad come in. Our new coach is waiting for our parents to get here. My mom told us to put our regular clothes on because she’s done and he’s taking over…he wants to go through the circuit itinerary with our parents and have them sign forms and stuff. We’re only going to get to practice a little bit tonight so he can see what we can do.”

“He?”

“Anya…the new coach is my dad,” Tiffany said nervously, “the committee called him after Coach Natasha said she didn’t want to work with the other coach who we’re meeting in the Midwest.”

“Who’s the other coach?” she asked nervously.

“I don’t know…but apparently, she’s rubbed people the wrong way,” she shrugged, “so they called my dad…he wants to meet with all the parents.”

“Tiff…my parents aren’t going to be happy,” she sighed, “they barely liked Nat and were angry that they weren’t the ones called and it was Mary’s mom to begin with. How do you think they’re going to react to hearing there’s a new coach and it wasn’t them? That they weren’t called, again?”

“Probably less than ecstatic when my dad found out who your parents were.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you call your mom and dad, tell them that the coach is Lance Tucker…I promise they’ll come down. And they’ll come down quickly.”

Chapter 2

#putting baby in the corner #lance tucker #the bronze #sebastian stan characters #gymnast #gymnastics #the olympics #olympics

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realityescapee01 · 3 years ago

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For him

Imagine. Derek Hale x Reader (female)

Y/N is the pack's resident veterinarian ever since Deaton transferred. Y/N is younger than Deaton but older than Scott. She is very soft and gentle. And one day, she started working out. Mostly with Scott. Sometimes with Liam too. Jogging, running, and fighting.

Stiles was super curious and started questioning Scott, who did not tell him a thing. Scott believed that it's none of his business to tell. And that Stiles should ask Y/N herself.

Stiles forced Liam to bail on Y/N today. He followed Y/N around and kept asking her. "Why? Is it so strange? I just wanted to be fit and be able to defend myself at times." Y/N answered. Stiles did not believe her. Stiles kept asking until Y/N had enough.

"Fine. Not just what I said a while ago, but also...I have a crush on Derek." Y/N confessed. Stiles was confused. What's that got to do with the fitness routine? Y/N sat down with Stiles and said: "You've seen Derek, right? His face? His body? Yeah, right. That's it, Stiles. Derek is... perfect. I, should at least, try to look half as good as he does."

Stiles just said okay and nodded. "Yeah, he looks good." -Stiles nodding towards a direction. Derek was far off over at a clearing, working out too. Y/N pulled Stiles away and left to some place else. "Why are we running? Isn't the point of all these to get Derek's attention?" "Not today, Stiles. Not today."

Stiles got inspired and started working out too. So the 4 of them started training together, them 3 guys keeping Y/N's secret safe.

Y/N also tries various hairstyles and haircuts. With the 3 boys voting on the best one. It has been months since they started training.

"Okay, Y/N. Time to look at our progress. Tomorrow you gotta wear fitted workout clothes, okay?" -Scott said. He is Y/N's main trainer so he gotta check progress. Y/N is always wearing loose fitting clothes even during workout. So he couldn't tell the changes. "Okay, Scott. Yes, sir, alpha, sir!" -Y/N joked about. Scott just laughed. "Oohh. Run, Y/N." Scott started chasing Y/N.

Scott, Stiles, and Liam were already in the preserve, waiting for Y/N to arrive. And when Y/N did, they were speechless. Y/N did as Scott told her. She wore fitted workout clothes. And boy oh boy. Liam was blushing. Scott was coughing and looking at some place else. And Stiles was "Hot damn!!! Wow! Just wow! Derek, he fucking lucky bastard, him!" shamelessly said.

"Well... is the progress going well, sir alpha Scott?" -Y/N asked. "Oh yeah. Derek has no idea what's coming." Scott motioned for all of them to start running.

Liam was incredibly jumpy today. Something suspicious. Y/N was on alert. And then it was revealed. "Y/N, someone's joining us in training today." -Scott said, grinning. Y/N looked over and saw Derek.

'Oh holy fuc- What??? Scott???' Y/N suddenly felt self conscious as she stared at Scott, wide-eyed. "H-Hi!" -Y/N said as she inched closer to Scott and pinched the back of Scott's arm. Scott just gently twisted Y/N's hand off and laughed "Alright, let's have a race, to the end of the clearing, no werewolf powers, to be fair to Y/N and Stiles."

All of them lined up, Derek lining up beside Y/N. "Hey, Y/N." "Hey, Derek." Derek smiled at her, and Y/N saw his eyes look her over, head to toe. 'Oh god! Is he checking me out?!?' -Y/N blushed and felt nervous. Derek must have sensed because "I'm sorry for staring." he apologized. "N-No. It's okay."

Derek leaned in closer "You look great." Y/N flared up, blush more intense and tried to stifle a squeal. "T-Thanks... this is for you." -Y/N let slip. 'Oh God! Why'd I say that?!?'

Derek turned his head. Y/N took Scott's arms and started running. "Let's start!!!" Y/N wanted to get the hell out of there. Scott didn't really get Y/N but run nonetheless. Same with Liam and Stiles.

Derek heard it well. He stood there for a while, stared at Y/N running. Derek grinned and run after what was said to be: for him.

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#derek hale #derek #imagine #reader #scott #scott mccall #stiles #stiles stilinski #liam #liam dunbar #teen wolf #werewolf #alpha

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dancingazaleas · 4 years ago

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𖨆. 04 / all for us

summary: a few weeks later, you’re finally allowed to leave your room. however, you notice something that you later wish you hadn’t.

note: i had the worst headache whilst editing, i apologize for mistakes.

taglist: @the-sun-baby @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @uniquepickle

warnings/notes: cursing, last chapter was the calm before the storm, brutal assault, abuse, manipulation, blood, slight mind break, drugging, use of alcohol

YOU were surprised whenever erwin and levi told you that you'd been good enough to venture the house a little more a few weeks later. you had been doing the same thing as before, sitting in your room and crying, hanging with the two men for two hours, and back to being lonely.

right now, you were stuck in your room. staring out of the window into the garden with dull eyes, silent tears running down your face.

you want to go home and sleep in zeke's arms. you want to tell pieck you love her and you didn't mean what you'd said to her. you wanted to play goofy songs on the piano with bertholdt. you wanted to lay in the sun with porco and reiner while they both commit to a workout routine.

you'd do anything to have that again. anything.

you wiped away your tears whenever you heard footsteps. the door opened to reveal levi followed by his bear of a boyfriend. erwin had on a gentle smile while levi looked the same; irritated.

"c'mon, you're playing for me today," levi grunts and your eyes light up at the opportunity.

you haven't played any instrument since you were taken. your hands missed their place on the objects, fingers delicately strumming the strings or pressing on the keys. they missed their home, just like yourself.

you're glad that they hadn't caught any signs of you crying. if they had, you would've had to stay in the room and talk it out with them.

you obediently follow behind them, nightgown swishing as you walk excitedly. you watch them unlock a door that leads to your quarters, and for the first time you're in the living room without crying.

the living room is big and clean, so much to where you wonder if it's even been touched. you turn your gaze to the left, eyes acknowledge the large, black front door. your eyes widened while the voice in your head screams at you.

'RUN!!!' it says, 'THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE!!’

your eyes dart down to look at the doorknobs and it's locks. the door was left unlocked.

you gulp down the ball starting to form in your throat and try to ignore how you've started to sweat. you look back at levi and erwin, who are not paying any mind to what you do. they made the mistake of not holding your chain and not having one of them walk behind you.

before you can even really think, you're gliding across the room to the door. swinging the door open just as levi and erwin turn to scream at you, and you almost feel your stomach drop at the view before you.

it's a long stone walkway with a gate sitting at the end, almost teasingly. you run quickly, ignoring how the rough stone scrapes roughly against the soles of your feet. the window is rushing through your hair and slapping against your face, something you relish in temporarily.

your legs are starting to ache from how fast you're pumping them, trying to get to the gate as quick as you can. the wind has you tearing up once more, but you reach up and wipe away the small tears.

you ignore the sound of levi's footsteps as well as his and erwin's angry screams, you're so close, you're almost there.

your mind flashes to porco and reiner for a brief moment. you thank them in your head, now happy with how the two would make you race with them during their workout routines sometimes.

you're almost there, your fingers even graze against the black metal of the fence. but your breath is being knocked out of your body as you're tugged backwards.

your chain. your chain was the cause of your demise, it had been loosely swinging behind you and over your shoulder as you ran.

your head along with your back slam against the stone, loud screams of pain bursting through your mouth. you're sliding towards the person your chain is being tugged by, nightgown now tearing apart because of the friction.

levi is above you, eyes looking almost animalistic along with an angry face that stares at you as he huffs to get his breath back. you lay in the fetal position, crying out at the tip of levi's shoe kicks into your stomach. it has you barfing, but as soon as you finish levi's hands are grabbing you by the hair and dragging you back to the house.

but halfway down the pathway, he lets go and it makes you nervous. his foot comes into contact with your nose, blooding immediately gushing out of it. you sob out after he kicks you in the same spot once more, you think you hear a crack.

his foot kicks at your ribs now, taking all the breath out of your body while your eyes go blank. you can't think, even as levi's knuckles connect with your jaw. you spit out blood and cry at the scratch you get from levi's wedding band.

his hand is tangled with your hair, and instead of trying to pull away, he uses it as leverage. he squats onto a knee, eyes widened as he slams your face into the stone. you screech, nails clawing at the rough terrain and look to erwin.

"HELP!!! HELP, PLEASE," you gargle out blood mixed with your spit, reaching a shaking hand to him.

"HE'S GONNA KILL ME, PLEASE," you wail just as levi hits you again.

"that's enough levi," erwin says, now standing behind levi and staring over his shoulder.

you look absolutely damaged. blood, spit, and tears smeared across your face and scrapes all over your fragile body. levi slams your head down one last time, detangling his hand from your hair and storming off.

erwin only sighs and takes you in his arms, ignoring how your whole body trembles the moment he touches it.

"you're ignorant," he shakes his head, "i told you that levi would hurt you if you tried to run, and you didn't listen."

he's placing you onto your bed after he's walked back inside, eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared from irritation. his palm smacks you across your face, and you sob from the pain.

"let me tell you something," he murmurs into your ear, "even if you'd gotten passed the gates, we would've found you."

you're panting and sobbing, wanting erwin to step away from you.

"that little collar of your's has a tracker," he whispers, "you'll never be able to get away."

those are the last words you hear before you black out.

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you sit in the bathtub a few days later, listening to the gentle singing of erwin as he drenches you in warm water.

it burns against your skin, something you'd pointed out, but they ignore. you supposed it's an extension of your punishment.

when you get out of the bath, erwin tends to your wounds. he puts on a new bandage over the cut on your face from levi's wedding band, and new bandages onto your arms and torso.

later that night, erwin finds you curled in a ball into the corner of your dark closet. hands protectively shielding your head and covering your ears, shoulders quivering as tears run down your face.

"darling," he frowns, "you've got to stop coming in here."

you don't answer, which doesn't surprise him, and only pull your hands closer to yourself. he knows you won't willingly get up, so he brings the tray into the closet.

"i have to feed you, i need you to comply," you relax, hesitantly taking your arms away from your head and lowering your knees onto the floor.

he feeds you in silence, the only noise being the air conditioner coming off and on as he spends his time in there. he notices how you struggle to swallow down your food, probably from how levi's kicks damaged your ribs along with your stomach. before he can leave, he hears your hoarse voice asking for an answer.

"erwin...," you say, "how... how did you guys kidnap me?"

erwin sighs a bit, deciding to get himself comfortable as he begins the story.

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it was a rainy night, raindrops froze against your skin as they pelted towards the ground. erwin and levi, your newfound friends, had invited you to go drinking with them a couple of weeks prior. you accepted with hesitance, but the hesitance was thrown out of the window whenever you and pieck had gotten in a fight earlier that evening.

you needed to get your mind off of the heated argument, pieck told you that you're a fuck up while you said that you hate her. you knew that you would regret this in the morning, but right now you're way too sad to even give a fuck.

when you enter the club, you find levi and erwin sitting and talking to one another at the bar. they both already have drinks and look as handsome as ever.

you sing out a greeting as you take the stool between them, ordering yourself a fruity drink.

"glad you could make it," erwin smiled to you, bringing his transparent drink to his lips.

"i promised i'd be here! besides, after the night i've had, i deserve to get drunk. what are you two even drinking," you smirked while looking to levi, bumping your shoulder against his.

he rolled his eyes your antics, while erwin spoke, "levi isn't really able to get drunk, but he's drinking whiskey. i'm drinking bourbon. what happened?"

you sighed, but it's cut off whenever the bartender puts your drink onto the counter in front of you.

"my best friend and i got into a fight, something about the house we share and something her cat did. she said i was a fuck up, i said i hated her. we'll be crying and apologizing by tomorrow," you fanned your hand and take a swig of your drink.

erwin opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupt him with a hoot as you slam the glass back to the counter.

"that's strong!" you laughed, barely noticing how quickly you downed it, "can i have another one?!"

"you shouldn't drink too much," erwin said while he pats your back.

you can't yell at him since levi asks a question before you could, "wanna have shots?"

"yes, please! what should be get," you grinned, the both of you ignoring the disapproving look from erwin.

"kamikaze shots," he smirks, "unless you can't handle it."

"are you fuckin' kidding?! let's go, right now," you're overly excited, slightly buzzed as you move around.

said shots were placed before you and levi. you picked it up and clinked glasses with him as you laugh, slamming it back down to the counter and downing it with a grimace. you shouted out in excitement once again, throwing your hands into the air.

"let's fuckin' go!!"

"let's not," erwin pulled your hands back into your lap, which you giggle at.

levi orders you another drink, you don't exactly hear what it is even whenever the bartender puts it down in front of you. your words are slurring as you laugh and chat with the two of them, eyelids heavy as you feel yourself getting more and more tired.

"hey, (name)," levi pushed his knee against your's, spinning the liquid in his cup around.

"wh... what's up," you grinned stupidly whilst laying your head against the counter.

"we like you, romantically," the statement had you sobering up, eyes shooting open and head shooting up.

"huh? what'd you say? i think i'm really drunk now."

"i said what i said," erwin's slightly panicking over your shoulder, "would you want to be with us?"

you squinted your eyes, temples suddenly throbbing with pain. you came out to have fun, not this.

"no," you sighed sadly, "i don't like you guys like that. plus, i'd feel intrusive."

levi gave a drawn out hum as he takes your drink from the bartender and putting it onto the coaster before you.

"it's okay, don't worry," levi shrugged, hand retreating back to his glass of whiskey.

you sighed in relief and break into a smile, once again drowning yourself in the fruity drink levi's given you. when you slam it back down, you cringe and your face is pulled into a grimace once more.

the drink tasted weird, nothing like the name implied. you try to wrack what alcohol exactly tastes the way this one does, salty. it tastes salty. and it's not like it's only alcohol in the drink, at least you think.

your eyes shoot wide as you come to the realization. this is a rape-date drink. and you've just downed the drink within seconds.

your mouth opened, but nothing but gibberish comes out. the last thing you see before your eyes droop is levi's small smirk with arms opened wide.

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the story has you recoiling into a ball again, tears streaming out of your face while erwin tries to put a hand on your shoulder.

levi inflicted so much pain. physical and mental. he's the one who got you drunk, he's the one who drugged you, he's the one who slapped you day one, and he's the one who beat you. and erwin helped. erwin ordered.

"don't touch me, please," you whisper, backing yourself further and further into the corner of the closet.

"please, i want to comfort you," he frowns, once again reaching his hand out.

"NO!!" you cry and slap his hand, immediately retracting from fear.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to," you fumble with your words and curl inwards more, "please don't hurt me again, please. i don't want to hurt anymore."

erwin's heart aches as you start to tremble, noticing how hard you were digging your nails into your scalp.

"it's okay," he says calmly, "i won't hurt you."

you choke out your words, "but levi will. he'll hurt me again."

erwin stays silent, knowing full well that you were correct. erwin was barely able to smack you without feeling bad, he couldn't imagine kicking you in the ribs. erwin can feel a ball in the back of his throat, picking up the tray in silence and leaving you alone.

you cry as you lay on the floor now, fetal position. you're going to fall asleep soon, and you're okay with you. you feel slightly more protected in the closet on the floor than in your bed.

your eyes are fluttering close.

you hope that you won't get hurt again.

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jay-wells-writes · 4 years ago

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Training (Giles x plus size reader)

Oh my Dear Boudoir Anon, it took some time but I have something for you! and let me tell you that I hate it lmao. Like I love how the end went, but I am unsure about the beginning. BUT I am my worst critic right? Regardless I hope that you enjoy the story hun.

Gif taken from internet, credit to the maker

It was hard to believe that in the year you moved to Sunnydale you made friends with a group of college students that fought monsters. Of course you made a mistake and hadn’t taken the warning your roommates had told you, about not going out at night. So your first night in a new town and you almost became vampire food. Naturally after being saved you became friends with the group of students known as the Scooby Gang.

You knew nothing of fighting or monsters so you mainly stayed back at the Magic shop and did research for the group and ran the shop when Giles went out with them. Even if you couldn’t be a great fighter like Buffy, you still asked to be trained and Buffy gave that job to Giles. You should have known she would give the job to Giles, but when you learned it was him you quickly made excuses not to train. You couldn’t help but feel like it would be a waste of his time. And it didn't take Giles long to corner you and find out what the problem was.

"I just don't want to waste your time."

"I do not see me making sure you are safe as a waste of my time."

"Giles, take a look at me and then at the group. When you figure it out then come find me."

You hadn't even turned around before Giles was commenting back.

"How does your weight have anything to do with this?"

"It didn't dawn when I first asked that it would take years to train me. I am so out of shape."

Suddenly Giles was walking you backwards as he removed his glasses to clean them. A move you learned he does when he is frustrated or annoyed.

"Your size has nothing to do with this, we start off small. We work you towards a goal then make another. Right now I would be happy if you just knew how to shoot a crossbow or any other type of weapon."

Nodding your head once you took a deep breath as you looked into his eyes.

"Alright Giles. Let's do this."

True to his word Giles started you off on weapons, while also teaching you simple stretches to help loosen your muscles. After about three months, to your surprise, you had become very skilled with a bow. You couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed that through all the training you hadn’t lost much weight. But soon you and the others started to notice that parts of your body were becoming firmer. And naturally you started to gain more confidence.

Coming through the back of the shop you looked around and saw that you were alone. Thinking that Giles was in the front you set down your things and removed your jacket so that you could start on your stretches. Getting lost in your thoughts you realized you had gone through your whole warm up routine and Giles still hadn’t showed up. Grabbing a bottle of water you headed to the front to see what was going on. A quick look around the shop showed that he wasn’t busy and when you turned to the right you saw him sitting at a table with his head in the books. You knew that Giles wasn’t someone you wanted to sneak up on, so as you made your way to him you made sure to speak loudly.

“A new big bad show up that I didn’t know about?”

Turning quickly in his seat Giles turned to look at you. Just like he did anytime he was off on time Giles looked at his watch before he took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.

"No. No new big and bad. I just got a new shipment of books in and I got caught up on reading."

Leaning against the table next to him you tried to look at the title but Giles was quick to cover it. Because you had been used to rough housing with Xander you automatically reach across him to grab the book. Not even thinking about it as you reached across him, your chest ended up in his face. It didn't dawn on you at first but when you felt Giles breath on your chest you remembered that your workout outfit had changed from baggy clothes to sweatpants and a form fitting tank top. That gave Giles a birds eye view down your shirt.

Trying not to pull more attention to an already embarrassing situation you slowly pulled back to your original position, and acted as Giles face wasn't just in your chest.

"Why are you hiding the title Giles?"

Standing up and gathering the book and a couple other things Giles began to walk towards the back as he stuttered slightly over his words.

"The book is… well it's about…. You know it really isn't that important. "

"Well we both know that's a lie. If it wasn't you wouldn't have hidden it's cover." Stopping suddenly you couldn't help but place your hands on your hips. "Giles! Are you reading porn?"

Spinning around quickly Giles gave you a brief fish out of water expression before he answered.

"I beg your pardon! I would not read porn at the shop! NOT that, that's what it is."

Deciding to pick on him some more you couldn't help but smile as you walked towards him.

"You were so reading porn. Just count yourself lucky it was me that found you and not someone like Xander."

Nodding his head in agreement you heard Giles mumble something about "Never hearing the end of it." Before he snapped back to the present and to you. "The book isn't about porn, but fae magic. Of course I should have known there would have been a descriptive chapter on the not so innocent parts of fae's."

"Ohh does it have pictures?"

"No it doesn't have pictures! I really don't feel we need to be having this conversation."

"Why?"

"Well because you are a young adult and I am your senior."

"Keyword there Giles, adult. I may be younger than you but I am an adult."

If you hadn't been looking at Giles face you would have missed the way his eyes shot down to your chest before quickly looking back up. Even though you pretended not to notice you could help but feel your heart racing at the look Giles had given you. Taking his glasses off, Giles rubbed his eyes and muttered something that sounded like "Yes, how could I forget." Before you could ask him to clarify what he had said Giles was holding his hand, that held his glasses out, as he spoke louder.

"Yes well. Shall we start your training?"

Training felt different today, at first you tried to chalk it up to finally learning some basic defense moves. That the tension was because of you both being in close proximity, but after about 20 minutes you began to realize it was because of what had happened earlier. Until today you never thought about Giles in any way, other than a teacher. Yet you couldn't help but realize how firm his body was for a man his age, how his voice sounded as he spoke softly into your ear, or how he smelled like the incense he sold at the shop. You weren't given any time to really think about it though because teaching weapons was different then hand to hand and this Giles was a bit stricter and he didn't give breaks as often as weapons training. Luckily you got a small break when Giles was called to the front of the store.

Sitting down on the mat you worked on stretching as you watched Giles walking away. You knew the tension was because of earlier and your mind was telling you to let it go. That it was a fluke but your body was telling you something completely different. It has been a while since anyone has shown interest in you. And even though what happened at the table was an accident, his second look and the comment he had made hadn’t been. Age was never an issue for you, in fact you actually liked your men older and you told yourself when you first met Giles that you wouldn't mind a night with him. The question was though, was there anything there or were you just imagining there was?

By the time Giles had gotten back you figured out that you were going to play a little and see what happens. That if he hadn't been interested he wouldn't have taken a second look.

"Sorry about that, sometimes I question myself on having Anya helping out."

Chuckling you stood up as Giles made his way back to the middle of the room.

"I have no answer and even if I did I would plead the fifth."

Smiling Giles moved so that he stood behind you. Standing closer he lowered his voice as he moved to place you in the hold you had been working on before being called.

"If you had an answer and pleaded the fifth I have ways on getting it from you."

That sentence alone almost had you wondering if Giles had put a spell on you to read your mind. And he almost caused you to slip up and fall when he tried to take you down. Instead you planted your feet and shifted the way he had told you. Grabbing his arm you stood behind him and twisted it upwards.

"You can't get nothing if I am the one that's got a hold on you."

Suddenly in what felt like a second Giles had himself out of the hold and was once again standing behind you. With both of your hands pinned in one of his behind your back while his other arm was around your neck.

"Never assume to have the upper hand. Anytime you do that you end up in a position you can't get out of."

"I don't know. I think I can get out of this."

If you were asked about it later you would blame it on his quick breathing in your ear, or how your bodies were even closer together. But having guts, you never had before, you turned your hand slightly and placed an open balm on Giles upper thigh. You could feel him jump a bit, but he didn't release his hold. Instead of moving your hand any more you pushed your ass into Giles as your nails dug slightly into his thigh. You could feel his breath change as he brought his face closer to yours.

"I am not sure this is a good way to get out of a hold."

Tilting your head back you couldn't help but close your eyes.

"Oh I wouldn't try this with just anyone."

You couldn’t help but shiver when Gile's voice turned slightly darker in tone.

"I should hope not. But please, tell me what you would do if someone was you in this type of hold."

Releasing your hands Giles brought his arm around your waist while he brought the arm around your neck back so that his hand now rested on your neck.

"Who's to say I would want to get out of this hold?"

Just as you started to move your hand that was still on his thigh. Giles let out the breath he had been holding before pushing into you with his upper body. In a couple of steps he had you at the wall. Using the hand on your hip he turned you around and pressed you into the wall. Using the hand he had around your neck he tilted your head and brought his face towards yours.

"I am very close to casting a spell to see who you really are."

Resting your hands on his chest you couldn't help but run them up and down.

"I will submit to any spell you want. Just to prove I am not under any spell."

"Then what game are you playing."

"No games. Just after earlier I had to see if I was imagining things."

"You mean when you put your chest into my face?"

Laughing you shook your head as you brought one hand down to his waist.

"No. Not then. That was an accident. I am talking about when you took that second look. If you hadn't done that I would have acted like nothing happened."

Almost on que Giles looked down at the top of your breast, while his fingers danced across the top of them.

"I guess having them so close to my face made me realize how beautiful they were and I couldn't help but look again."

For some reason your insecurities came pushing forward and you said the first thing that came to mind.

"There is nothing beautiful on me."

Almost instantly the hand around your neck tightened and Giles pushed his body into yours.

"You are NEVER to say anything like that again. Do you hear? Never again."

Reaching up you lightly touched his hand as you spoke quietly.

"Giles, I am only saying things that have been said to me. And it's okay, it's the facts of life."

You didn't think Giles could get any closer but he did. Slipping a leg between yours he made sure he had your full attention.

"Fools, the whole lot of them. You are beautiful y/n. Not just your breast, but all of you. And if I am being completely honest, I was looking at you way before today. Today is just the first time I am admitting it to myself."

You knew there was no fighting Giles on this so you just smiled as you ran your fingers down his cheek.

"So what do we do now?"

Grinning down at you Giles quickly moved you so that you were pressed into his back once again. While his breath tickled your ear.

"Right now we are doing nothing. You on the other hand, need to get out of this hold. And if you can do it without any tricks……. Let's just say I have some ideas on rewards."

#buffy the vampire slayer #rupert giles #Giles x reader

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cottoncandyjester · 4 years ago

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WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF?!

Time to spin a wheel and see who this angst Drabble is about and what trope are we doing

Oh god...why

This contains: hanahaki, random angst, character death

He was your best friend, a brother almost and he knew this you could never love him the way he does you. So why did he allow himself to suffer like this? Rocket panted heavily feeling the sunflower petals escape his mouth as he wheezed. You told him that you starting dating again, he should be happy but there was nothing but pure pain. He couldn’t do this for long, he knew he had to tell you how he felt..then maybe you would understand why you two belong together!

“Rocket, what are you doing here?”

You asked staring at the male standing outside your home with a bag of snacks in one hand and some pizza in the other. “Well I thought we could have a movie session!” He chirped out and chuckled “a single cheat day won’t really disturb my workout routine or anything so it’s fine yeah?” He asked as he tried to step in but you wouldn’t let him.

“Y/n?”

You reluctantly let him in and he flashed a happy smile before moving to the living room setting the stuff down. “So what movie do you wanna watch? I’ll even let you pick a horror movie”

He said softly only to hear another voice, he felt the flowers filling his lungs faster and faster. “Baby whose that?” Rocket turned around seeing your lover standing there an arm wrapped around you, this wasn’t fair..why was this happening to him?

“Well this is Rocket he’s like my brother, sorry rocket I got plans but let’s do this tomorrow okay?” You chimed and Rocket tensed up trying to swallow but he felt his throat was being clogged up, he didn’t have tomorrow! He probably wasn’t going to make it out the door if he didn’t have you as his!

“Y/n please! I love you!” He snapped out and there was a long silence, he let out a shaky sigh gazing up at you seeing your expression shift into one of anger and hate. “Is that why you came over here? To confess your feelings for me?” You hissed out making him step back his back hitting the wall in shock at your expression, he’s never seen you so angry.

“I-I j-just really had to tell you and-”

“And you don’t respect my relationship enough to not come over here trying to do what? Win me over? I’m in a relationship Rocket, sorry but that’s not happening..I think you should go” you hissed out and Rocket shuddered tears in his eyes as he did what you wanted feeling his eyes roll back as blood and petals poured out his mouth.

Rocket died that night, alone on the side of the road a sunflower plant growing out of his throat jaw broken and eyes blank. His love for you made that flower grow big and strong though sadly your unrequited love was the thing that slaughter him off but if it was up to him, he wouldn’t change a thing...

He just wished he would have gotten to make you smile one more time before he died.

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #hanahaki #tw character death #random angst

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prkchimins · 5 years ago

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I Hate That I’m In Love With You Final Part 20

previous/ / finale //next epilogue

Jungkook x reader

Masterlist

Crackhead angsty fluffy social media au

Jimin, Taehyung, & Yoongi set up a plan for Y/N to get together with Jungkook to get into his famous college parties.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: this is crackhead writing - its not a masterpiece lolol, ass grabbing, grindING, jk x y/n bumping uglies but not that detailed, ANGSTY, fluff at the end

Summary: jk brings y/n food on New Years eve and they get into a fight & things get angsty + heated and they fuck for the first time basically adjaskljsdlk

You hear the doorbell ring as you put a pause on your ongoing Ratatouille movie only thirty minutes in. You glance at the clock on your bedside table reading 10:22 p.m., less than two hours until the new year. You sigh realizing how much time has passed and how crazy this year has been.

The loud noise of the doorbell ringing repeatedly broke you out of your thoughts not realizing how long you’ve been in your own world. “I’m coming, jesus,” you mutter to yourself as you tear your blanket off your body hopping off your cozy bed. You take your sweet time walking to the door because you knew exactly who it was waiting for you.

You swing the door open being greeted with none other than Jeon Jungkook. “What took you so long, princess?” He questioned with his figure leaning against the doorframe. “Princess? Now that’s a new nickname,” you state completely ignoring what he just asked you. “I’m not wrong am I?” he smirked knowing exactly that your cheeks would turn bright pink from his comment.

“Just come inside already, you look like an idiot standing there,” you try to avoid the subject turning the attention back onto him. “I come bearing gifts and this is how you treat me?” he gasps as he pretends to be offended. “Head ass, just come inside,” you roll your eyes grabbing Jungkook’s hand leading him to your bedroom.

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“I don’t get it. A rat can’t actually be a chef. It’s impossible,” Jungkook says as he finishes his last bite of his burger. “This movie is fictional, of course a rat is physically incapable of cooking a meal,” you playfully slapped his arm. “Owwwww! What was that for Y/N?” Jungkook fake whines as if your slap actually hurt him.

You knew damn well that it didn’t hurt, his biceps and workout routine say otherwise. How can he be such a cute little bunny, but a gym rat at the same time? Him showing up to your house in only a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hugged his figure so tight, and managing to still look so good at the same time? It’s unfair.

“Y/N?” he asks breaking you out of your thoughts. “Y-yeah,” you stutter focusing your gaze back on his doe eyes. “Are you okay?” his eyebrows furrowed as he brought you closer to him. You two have been cuddling in your bed for the past hour indulging yourselves in the Inn-n-out he bought whilst watching Ratatouille. “Yeah I’m fine, it's just I’m tired you know. It’s almost midnight hahaha…” you awkwardly reply not knowing how to explain how you were admiring his physique moments ago.

“Why didn’t you want to go to the party earlier?” He asks all of a sudden changing the subject. You bring yourself closer to him resting your head on his chest, “I told you already, I wanted to try something different this year.” “I know you Y/N, whenever there is a party, you jump at any chance you get to go to one.” Jungkook chuckles seeing through your lie.

“You got me detective Jeon, I lied. Do you want a reward or something?” You sarcastically retort tracing over the tattoos on his hand. “I’ve already been given the reward of spending my New Years Eve with you Y/N,” he cheesily replies already knowing you would get flustered. You slap his chest as you bury your face in his arm as he giggles at your embarrassment. “Please tell me the real reason why you didn’t go,” he pleads running his fingers through your hair.

“I didn’t go to your party, because I was afraid that the same thing that happened at the last one would happen again,” You quickly confess with your sentence sounding as if it was all one word. Jungkook stops combing through your hair letting the silence linger for a moment. You lift your head up from his arm and look at him with his frozen facial expression.

“Jungkook?” you question. “You thought that I would cheat on you again?” He asks weakly with his voice barely coming out as a whisper. “Y-yes no it’s-” you start to say before he cuts you off. “After these past couple weeks that I’ve been with you, you thought that I would cheat on you?” He asks with his voice raising. “I-I don’t know Jungkook, the last time we were at a party things didn’t go so well,” you replied with a harsher tone.

“Is that what you think of me? You thought that I would drop you like that?” His voice sounding even louder than before. You could tell he was hurt and furious at the same time, but you were angry at him too. “I haven’t seen you in two months, how am I supposed to know that you’ve changed,” you spat. “I’ve been trying to prove to you that I’ve changed Y/N. Constantly texting you asking how’s your day or if you’re okay. Facetiming you when you’re sad, bringing you food cause you’re too lazy to cook, agreeing to hang out with you and Yoongi, even though he scares the shit out of me,” Jungkook starts yelling standing up off the bed.

“I don’t know what it will take to show you that I’m never going to make that mistake again,” Jungkook keeps raising his voice staring down at you. “I just need time Guk,” you shrug at him. “How much time Y/N? I’ve been bending over backwards to show how much I care about you!” he shouts back running his hands through his messy hair. “If you weren’t so impulsive maybe we would have gotten back together sooner,” you grunt as you stand up on the bed becoming eye level with him.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “If you weren’t so demanding maybe we would have.” “Demanding? You’re the one who’s demanding, bugging me when we’re getting back together,” you scoff crossing your arms over your chest. “I have never bothered you about our relationship until now Y/N. I have been patient with you these past weeks that we’ve been friends again, but I can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook lowers his voice having a shift in atmosphere. “So, what are you going to do about it?” you challenge raising an eyebrow at him.

Jungkook suddenly clashes his lips against yours as he unexpectedly catches you off guard. You close your eyes and start to kiss him back as you wrap your legs around his waist. He grabs you by your ass and pins you back onto your bed, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do this?” “Long enough,” you breathe in between kisses. You tangle your hands through his wavy hair, which looked incredible on him by the way.

He let out a low moan as you grinded on his DICC, “I can’t believe you wore those tiny shorts of yours and only a tank top. I could barely contain myself when you opened the door. Are your trying to torture me?” He was referring to the minimal clothing you had on. You realized that your pajamas were a bit revealing with your cleavage showing and your shorts that practically had your ass hanging out. You didn’t think much of it, because it was last minute that Jungkook announced he was coming over.

“This is what I normally wear to bed,” you roll your eyes pulling away from the kiss. “Maybe I should sleep over more often then,” he cockily smirked knowing that would send you off the edge as you squeeze your thighs together. “Let’s take this off shall we?” you smile as you tug at his t-shirt. “Are you sure you want this Y/N?” Jungkook eyes soften for a moment. Your gaze lingers on his, even though he was furious only seconds ago and how turned on he was by his member pressed up against your thigh, he would only go forward with your consent. “I’ve been wanting to ever since I met you,” you smile pressing your lips against his as the clock struck midnight.

~~~

“Happy New Year Y/N! How was-” Taehyung swung your bedroom door open before he screams at the sight of a shirtless Jungkook with you sleeping on top of him. Jungkook and you shout in unison meeting the face of a horrified Taehyung. “Y’ALL REALLY BUMPED UGLIES IN THIS HOUSEHOLD?” Taehyung screeched looking back and forth between the both of us. “Taehyung,” Jungkook and you both whine as being woken up by your best friend wasn’t the most ideal way to start the morning.

“I’ll leave you two alone...BUT WAS IT GOOD? WAS HE BIG Y/N?” Taehyung gushed jumping up and down. “I’m not going to answer that,” you say as your face turns bright red at Taehyung’s abrupt question. Of course Jungkook is, but that is none of Taehyung’s business. “I should have known those shoes at the door weren’t mine. I was wondering when did I buy these? Those chunky black combat boots? They looked really nice, but they were not my style. I knew they were Jungkook’s or maybe even Jimin’s, but then I was like why would Jimin be here?” Taehyung started to ramble as if he was having a conversation with himself

“Get out!” Jungkook scolded him as he threw a pillow at his face. “Y’ALL ARE TOO CUTE! HAVE FUN!” Taehyung giggles as he runs down the hallway into his own bedroom. You yawn as you cuddle yourself closer to Jungkook, “I’m sorry about him.” “It’s fine, I’m used to roommates barging in on me,” he says as he presses a kiss onto your head.

“Guk, what are we?” You ask all of a sudden. Where does your relationship with him stand? A couple weeks ago you hated everything about him, but now here you are in the warm embrace of his arms. You’ve been avoiding this inevitable question for a while now, and all you wanted was closure. “Whatever you want us to be,” he lazily smiled. “I’m serious, Jungkook. Where do we go from here? What am I to you? Are we-” he cuts you off. “You’re mine.” Jungkook’s smooth morning voice rings in your ears.

“What?” you choke out trying to process what he actually told you. “You’re mine, Y/N. I want you to be mine. I’ve wanted to be yours ever since you insulted me in our Psych class. I knew that I loved you ever since we hated each other. Getting our first detention together didn’t bother me as long as I spent it with you,” Jungkook started off with his eyes locking onto yours.

“Fuck, I’m going to cry,” you say as your eyes start to water. “You drove me crazy Y/N. Do you know how jealous you made me when you went out with Jin hyung?” he said as he closed his eyes to calm himself down. “ I wanted to take you home that day and show you who you really belonged to, but I could never call you mine. Until now,” his voice deepened leaving shivers down your spine.

“I promise you that I will never make the mistake of cheating on you again. I love you Y/N L/N,” His voice started to shake as if everything he said was going to backfire on him in a second. You don’t know what took over you, but you broke free from Jungkook’s grip and turned to face him. He looked broken for a second, like a lost puppy wondering what he did wrong.

“You know I hated you when I first met you, head ass. I thought that you were some fuckboy, that could never love anyone back, but I was wrong,” you said as you got up to straddle his lap and he placed his hands on your hips. He raised an eyebrow to look up at you wondering what you were doing.

“As I got to know you after these past few months, you aren’t actually a fuckboy you know,” you giggled booping his noise. “Hey!” he pouted knowing you were insulting his manhood. “You’re actually the cutest,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Sweetest,” *kiss* “Hottest,” *kiss* “And most kindhearted person I’ve ever known,” you pressed a final kiss on his nose. “Anymore compliments?” he hummed in satisfaction with all the attention you’ve given him. “Shut up Jeon,” you laughed at his sudden cockiness.

“The point I’m trying to make is, I hate that I’m in love with you, Jeon Jungkook,” you breathed out before pressing your lips against his.

✨Tag list: @deolly @scarredbytheworld @rjsmochii @lemonteacyst @cowward @birdie-aesthetic

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS SERIES I’M SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL Y’ALL SUPPORT SORRY MY WRITING IS ASS. This is the last part, but I’ll release an epilogue like next week to check up on jk and y/n and the whole friend group ya know. I love y’all and jk and y/n they really bumped uglies 💞

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Chapter 116: The Moral in the Mafia

Author’s note: This was written for Klaroline Bingo @klaroline-events. Prompt: Mafia AU.

You can read the sequel here.

So what if she got mugged and her mother’s ring was stolen? Caroline’s never been one to back down, and she heard the local mob boss might be an honorable criminal...

Warning: Some violence.

“Judges, lawyers and politicians have a license to steal. We don’t need one.”

— Carlo Gambino

There should be a special place in hell for morning people. Unfortunately, the best time to take advantage of the natural beauty found within the golden hour was the brief period immediately after sunrise. Caroline grumbled as she set up her phone camera, finding the perfect angle nestled in the elbow of the bronze statue. She was in Jackson Square to capture her new workout routine for Sassy Sunshine, her positivity blog, and as much as she disliked mornings, she knew her subscribers would appreciate seeing the beauty of New Orleans at first light.

A noise startled her, but she only spared a casual glance around the empty park before resuming her warmup. Putting on a smile, she opened her mouth to begin her monologue with her signature phrase, ‘sunshine starts with you,’ when an arm unexpectedly shot out, choking her. Heart hammering in her chest, she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Blue eyes wide and fearful, she couldn’t help but notice the edge of a ferocious-looking wolf tattoo winding its way along the pale forearm that grabbed her.

She stopped struggling as she realized it was the signature mark of the most notorious mafia in the south. “What do you want,” Caroline asked, hating how her voice wavered.

“Your ring, to start,” he rasped, the cold, emotionless tone making her shiver.

He roughly spun her around, and she quickly lashed out with her sneaker, catching him in the balls. “Bitch,” he grunted, doubling over briefly. Unfortunately, he still managed to catch her as she tried to run away, his fist glancing off of her cheek.

Caroline cried out as fire exploded across her face, and she understood why after she spied the gaudy silver ring on his finger. He reached for her, brown eyes glittering with malice, and in an instant, she was frozen. The darkness she read in his gaze. His intentions.

Fortunately, several joggers came into the park, and her assailant cursed as whatever terrible things he’d planned had been foiled. Lunging forward, he grabbed her hand, wrenching off her ring as painfully as possible. Her mother’s ring! “No, stop,” she screamed as he ran off, holding her hand to her chest as the knuckle throbbed and bled. The joggers uselessly stared, then resumed their morning workout as though nothing had happened.

Seriously?! Caroline was furious and frightened and practically vibrating in her skin as she started throwing all of her gear back into her tote bag. It was when she grabbed her phone that she realized the video had been recording the entire attack. Got him. She briefly considered rushing it to the police and filing a report, but that idea lost its luster when she reminded herself of who she was dealing with. Klaus Mikaelson.

As the formidable mob boss of the notorious Mikaelsons, he ran the south, and everyone knew that he’d made New Orleans his personal playground. He had the cops in his pocket, and all but the worst of criminals dared to cross him and his family. However, there were whispers that despite his fearsome reputation, at times he could be honorable. Attacking an unarmed woman didn’t seem like something Klaus would sanction. Normally, she’d never behave so recklessly, but she didn’t have a choice. She was getting back her mother’s ring.

Despite the rumors she’d indulged in over the years, she had no idea what Klaus looked like, and only a vague idea of how to find him. Lightly touching her cheek, she winced, hoping the black eye that bastard probably gave her wouldn’t be more than her concealer could handle — the last thing she wanted to do was answer awkward questions from her blog followers. Although a run-in with the mafia might do wonders for her blog stats. She hopped on her bike, pleased that at this time of day, Decatur Street was nearly deserted and she could take it most of the way to the Port of New Orleans.

Everyone knew that the Mikaelsons controlled the port — nothing got in or out of this city without their approval. Klaus’ people always could be found there in the heart of his territory. She smartly steered her bike past the shadowy stacks of enormous industrial containers, knowing better than to attract the attention of some sleazy wharf rat lurking in a dark corner. Once she arrived at the more populated (and slightly safer) cruise terminal, she chained her bike to a rack and casually glanced around.

She noticed the dealer before he saw her, and she rolled her eyes at his incompetence. Isn’t that part of their job to be hyperaware of what’s going on around them? She wondered how the entire Mikaelson organization ran on such poor hiring practices. She kept her eye contact to a minimum, not wanting to draw too much attention in case she scared him off. She didn’t have time to chase down a dealer all morning. The kid couldn’t be more than 18 or 19, and he looked ready to bolt the second she got to him. She didn’t blame him — she was completely out of her element in this situation.

“Um...” Caroline began uncertainly, “I need to see Klaus.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Nope. She did not ride her bike all the way down to the docks just to be stopped by some clueless middleman. “Seriously?! I’m betting underneath that dirty hoodie you’re wearing there’s a Mikaelson wolf tattoo on your forearm.” She snidely added, “And now for the bonus round — on the other arm, you’ve got some tacky barbed wire, right?”

“Bitch,” he spat, fists curling at his sides.

An accented voice interrupted them, a hint of reproach in his tone as he said, “Jeremy, that’s no way to talk to a lady.” He tilted his dark head as he studied her, mouth curving into a half-smile as he asked, “What can I do for you, gorgeous?”

“You’re Klaus Mikaelson.” At his brief nod, she explained, “I have business to discuss.”

He wordlessly led her to an office perched over the docks, overlooking the river. As he gestured for her to sit down, he asked in an amused voice, “Would you care for a cafe au lait or perhaps some beignets, Miss...?”

She observed him carefully, taking in his neatly tailored suit with the iridescent lapels and chunky gold cufflinks and his brash, almost charming demeanor. “I’m Caroline. But you aren’t Klaus Mikaelson. You’re too flashy and clearly overcompensating. A man like Klaus Mikaelson doesn’t need to show off. Now, tell me where I can find him.”

“Right here, sweetheart.”

Caroline turned, blue eyes widening as she took him in. The man before her was unexpectedly beautiful. Sculpted cheekbones, dirty blonde curls carelessly tousled, and a dimpled smirk that whispered lewd promises. “There you are. Finally,” she said irritably.

Klaus’ gray eyes twinkled as he wryly observed, “Normally, Enzo performs quite admirably as a stand-in. Tell me, how did you see through him?”

“Please. Real power radiates. Enzo barely sparks.”

Klaus let out a delighted chuckle, waving a grumbling Enzo out of the office and took the black leather chair across from Caroline. “You don’t belong here. You must want to speak with me very badly, love,” he said shrewdly.

She stiffened a bit at his words, trying to decide whether to be insulted. “I like to think I can fit in anywhere.” She glanced down, reddening a bit as she realized she was still wearing her lilac sports bra and cropped pants. One of her sponsorships was with a luxury brand boutique, so at least her outfit was attractive, but she felt distinctly underdressed while sitting across from an impossibly gorgeous man in a ten-thousand-dollar suit. A dangerous man, she sternly reminded herself as she fought back a flicker of interest. “I’m here because I was robbed in Jackson Square just now. By one of yours.”

He eyed her speculatively, but remained frustratingly silent. She had the distinct feeling she was watching a jungle cat patiently wait for its meal to make a foolish mistake. Her hand shook as she unlocked her phone, and she hurriedly explained, “He interrupted me while I was filming for my blog and I caught everything on video. Word is you’re an honorable man...sort of, and I don’t think you’d allow your men to just go around attacking unarmed women.”

“I’m curious as to why you didn’t immediately turn this evidence over to the police. You seem the type to find great comfort in law enforcement.”

“Seriously?! You are the police! And anyone who thinks differently is either a tourist or a clueless idiot,” Caroline retorted, mentally berating herself for losing her temper. You’re here to get help from this criminal. Stop yelling at the scary criminal, dumbass.

His lips twitched as though he was fighting back a smile. “And how do you know I’m a ‘sort of honorable man’, as you so generously put it?”

“You bought the building Sheila Bennett’s tea shop was in after her jackass landlord kept raising the rent and you reinstated her rental agreement from a decade ago,” she told him, secretly pleased that she seemed to have surprised him. “I grew up with her granddaughter.”

“When you compare that simple act with my endless string of horrifying misdeeds, it hardly qualifies me as a saint, sweetheart. Perhaps I just enjoy tea.”

With an annoyed huff, she realized Klaus was more than content to continue this weird flirtation, but she was on a mission and didn’t have time for dangerous criminal murder flirting. “Look, I’m here because your employee stole my mother’s ring. It’s all I have left from her and I need it back. Please.” She tacked on the please at the last minute, hating how just the thought of her mother still almost brought her to tears. “See for yourself.”

Klaus noticed her wince as her knuckle grazed her phone case, and his voice became low and dangerous as he growled, “Did my employee injure your hand? What about that black eye?”

“Yes.” Not bothering to elaborate, Caroline held up her phone and played the video. Together, they watched her attack, but she kept finding her gaze strayed to the enigmatic man before her, surprised to see anger flash across his face.

There was a strained silence between them once the video stopped, and the room felt heavy with...something. “Right. It seems I know the lad responsible and will handle this personally. You have my word, love.”

“Um...so should I meet you back here or...” she trailed off uncertainly, still shocked that her plan worked. She was getting back her mother’s ring. Because she trusted Klaus.

Klaus favored her with an impish wink, telling her, “I’ll just follow the sunshine. After all, it starts with you.”

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The package came by messenger later that evening. Caroline still was trying to wrap her head around the fact that notorious mob boss Klaus Mikaelson apparently subscribed to her positivity blog. She had so many questions. She eagerly tore into the first box, relieved to see that it contained her mother’s ring. It unexpectedly had been polished until the small sapphires swirling across the middle gleamed. Klaus had her ring cleaned.

But what truly put a smile on her face was the second box that contained the gaudy silver ring that had belonged to her assailant, faint smears of blood along one edge.

Along with a note in exquisite calligraphy that asked, “Dinner tomorrow?”

#kcbingo2020 #klaroline fanfic #uppity bitch fanfic #klaroline #klaroline aesthetic #aesthetic #mafia kc is so much fun #especially when klaus is a secret cinnamon roll

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jung-snoopy-woo · 4 years ago

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How I Met Your Grandfather

~ Chapter 4 ~

(gif credit: @ katelin via Pinterest)

Pairing: Bang Chan × reader, twin brother! Felix.

Other Chapters: Masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (coming soon!!).

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1.6k+.

Summary: Felix and his sisters go to the movies together after a long time. Felix is surprised to see Chan there too and they have a talk. When Felix and the girls get home, he decides to tell her about the situation.

A/N: Decided to upload it today bc I might not have time in the next few days (I’m so stressed and busy vndsfjkvdvnk)

Also, I think this chapter was the hardest for me to write so I’m sorry it’s not the best 😢😢 but hopefully you can still enjoy it!!

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"Y/N!!!", Rachael, your older sister, called from downstairs. "We're only going to the movie theater, what's taking you so long??"

It's not that you were slow or anything like that, it's just that it's been a while since you last went out with all of them and you were so excited, as a huge Marvel fan who finally gets to watch the new movie with her siblings who are also her best friends in the world, that it might've taken you a while to choose what to wear and how to look presentable.

As you walked down the stairs, Olivia and Rachael complimented the way you looked and Felix gave you a little smile. You two started talking again (of course, as you two are like the best siblings... Also, you got mad about something that wasn't even his fault), and you seemed pretty fine after that day (when you stormed outside for a reason Felix haven't figured out yet, but as you already moved on- he just thought it was better not to ask. I mean, all siblings have small fights they don't even know what they're about, right?).

He missed hanging out with his sisters so much, and it's been a while since he had some break from practicing or performing, being busy all the time. He always felt sorry for not even telling them that he was okay, as he always fell asleep before he could even think of doing so. He was exhausted, but he loved what he was doing.

Rachael was driving and she let you choose the music to play in the car. You decided to play some Stray Kids songs (such a supportive cute family awww) so you all jammed to them on your way to the movies.

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"Shhhhh~!!", you told Olivia who was sitting to your right as she was moving uncomfortably, "it's about to start!"

"But uhmm.. I... I really have to go to the bathroom.. please, Y/N, come with me", she said, begging. You couldn't get angry at her because you remembered how you did just the same to Rachael not too long ago. And you know, no one wants to go to the public toilets alone.

When you got back, the lights were already off but you could see from afar that there was someone now sitting on the seat to your left, which was empty just before you and Olivia left. You said "excuse me", as you made your way to your seat, trying your best not to step on anyone's feet (Olivia was a lot better than you at that). "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!", you told the guy sitting there. Of course, if you succeeded going all this way without stepping on (almost) anyone, it had to happen just when you were one seat away from yours. And thank God you balanced yourself back, a second before almost tripping and falling over him. 'Ugh, this is probably going to be so awkward now', you thought. 'I'm just going to avoid looking at him the whole movie so I don't have to deal with his judgemental look. "Oh, it's okay", a somehow familiar voice said. 'Don't look', you told yourself. 'It's not him, stop thinking and just enjoy the movie.'

'Why isn't she looking at me?', Chan thought. When you almost lost your balance as you stepped on his foot, he was ready to catch you if you fell, movie style, somewhat disappointed you didn't. He thought you'd turn to him once you heard his voice, but he was faced with disappointment, yet again. Maybe you didn't recognize his voice? Or maybe you knew it was him and just didn't care?

But he had so much fun watching you as you got excited when your favorite character appeared or the way you got mad at the evil ones. He enjoyed the moments you'd be the only one laughing in the whole theater, the most. Just listening to your laugh made him feel ×100 times better. He even stopped making up scenarios in his head as to why you didn't turn to him at the beginning of the movie. He thought of how you'd laugh at his stupid jokes, when him and the boys visited, and smile to himself.

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"Chris hyung??", Chan heard from behind him, on his way to the male's restrooms during the Intermission (a/n: I don't know if movies still have them out of my city but yeah we have those halfway through the movie lol). Felix could recognize the older boy's back everywhere. 'Oh, no', Chan thought. 'Why does it have to be Felix? Ughhh and why did I get myself into this mess? I didn't even get to say a word to her...Should I walk faster or...', he stopped. 'NO Chris, you have to face it like an adult'. He turned and gave Felix the most I'm-innocent-and-didn't-ask-your-younger-sister to-buy-me-a-ticket-so-I-could-see-your-twin-sister smile he could pull, saying "Heyyy Felix, how's it going?"

"I'm pretty good, just got out of the new Marvel movie... You?", Felix asked. He wasn't stupid, of course. When Y/N and Olivia left to go to the bathroom, in the beginning of the movie, he could see someone that resembled his friend way too much, sitting on the left to Y/N's seat, but he let this thought go, thinking it was just his imagination ('Thinking of the members during the holiday? Come on, I have to just relax'). But now, seeing him standing in front of him, there's no doubt it really was him. And to be honest, Felix wasn't very happy to see him here. The chances of Chan sitting so close to them in such a big movie theater were... Well, very small.

"Oh, I was just...", Chan started. The look on Felix's face made it pretty obvious that he saw him there, and that he was pretty mad too. There's no point in lying here. He sighed. "Listen, Lix, I'm sorr--"

"How?", Felix asked, as Chan lifted his eyes to look at his, confused. "How did you get that seat?", He asked, now being a bit less angry and more curious.

"I... I asked Olivia to buy a ticket for me when I saw her after grocery shopping", He admitted. He couldn't be any more embarrassed than he was at that moment. "I gave her the money!", He added. Chan couldn't read Felix's face. Was he mad? Disappointed? Did he want to punch him in the face? All of the above? But then, Felix started laughing. "Oh my god.. Chris hyung... you went that far...", He said between giggles. "For Y/N? So you could see her?"

"Felix, listen I...", He started, a bit confused and taken aback from Felix's reaction, but feeling more sorry than he could describe in words. "I know I promised to be okay with your decision, but I--"

"No, no, Chris, bro, stop", Felix said as his laughter stopped. And so did Chan's heartbeat, almost. "You know what? I'll be honest with you, I am pretty angry seeing you here...", He started. Chan wanted to apologise, again, but Felix continued before he could say anything. "BUT it also made me realize how much you really like Y/N and that you're willing to do some very weird stuff just to see her... So I think... uhhmm.. I think I'll maybe give you two a chance".

Chan couldn't express the happiness he felt at that moment. Oh my god, these were the words he wanted to hear the most (Okay, maybe they were in like 2nd place?). "Felix, bro, thank you", was all he could say.

"But I want you to know that if you hurt her in any way, I'll break you. Somehow. Because you're like super fit and strong and--", he was stopped by Chan's hug. "I promise I'll never do anything to hurt Y/N", he said with the biggest smile, almost choking the younger as he hugged him even closer. Finally, he got the chance he wanted. And he's not going to ruin it.

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You were NOT okay.

You told yourself for the 5th time today that it was normal. It's just a crush who didn't like you back (again), and not a heartbreak. And you tried telling yourself that a guy (that you only met once, by the way) is not worth being sad over.

In the past month you already finished reading 7 books, tried 20 workout routines you added to 'Watch Later' and never had the time or energy to get back to, learned baking 10 new types of cakes and cookies, did some drawings and paintings, and you even played a few video games with Felix (you now understood why he spent so much time doing that, because woah you were one competitive girl and as so, tried so hard winning, "Like, come on, I have to at least win ONCE", to which Felix replied with "I can lose on purpose if you--", "NO WAY").

But now, after coming back from the movies, you finally realized something was wrong. You did enjoy the movie, though. You laughed and you cried and you showed love towards some characters and hate towards others. It's just that you noticed how your heart started beating so fast when you heard that voice in the movies, saying "it's okay". This voice... Sounded so much like him. And it made you feel weird the whole movie. You kind of regretted not looking, and for letting your feeling of awkwardness take over. But what could you do? You didn't want to embarrass yourself by looking in the eye of the poor guy you stepped on.

"Y/N?", You heard Felix say from behind you. You turned, and saw his troubled eyes. "Can we talk?", He asked. You didn't know what it's going to be about, but whatever it is- it seemed to be very important.

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Hope you enjoyed!! (Pleaseee let me know what do you think) 💕💕

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youarejesting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reactions: 07 Singing/Rapping/Dancing

[MASTERLIST] Requests open!

Ever your jester.

Seokjin: Lover - Taylor Swift

Jin had never heard you sing before not even for his birthday. He knew you were too shy and he thought it was cute. Occasionally he would hear you hum a sweet melody and he would quietly listen loving the sound of your voice. But you were in a particularly good mood, quietly watching you shake your hips while making pancakes.

Your voice was soft and sweet it was unlike your speaking voice which was a little deeper. The sound had control and you sang with ease forgetting your boyfriend was an international pop star. But it had been a while since you had sang anything, and the song on the radio was too enticing not to sing along to.

‘Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover’

Jin leaned on the fridge and closed his eyes. To Jin your voice was like the first bite of a strawberry it was sweet and refreshing. He left his phone on top of the fridge to record the beautiful sound while he stepped out of the room so you weren’t interrupted. It was a sound he saved and listened to whenever he was stressed or on tour.

Yoongi: Earthquake - Labrinth (All stars remix) ft. Tinie Tempah, Kano, Wretch 32 & Busta Rhymes

Yoongi was sitting in his office when heard rapping from somewhere in the house, he had heard you sing and even jokingly rap his songs and mimic his rapping style before. But this was serious spit fire. He entered the bedroom and the sound was louder but he soon realized you were in the shower.

‘I rock all my clothes like a hipster And I rock them shades like a G That girl be definitely coming if she's coming with me I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August’

Yoongi’s smirked he hopped the August comment wasn’t directed at him and his alter ego Agust D. He leaned against the door listening impressed as you didn’t get out of breath you as you rapped the third verse.

It was when you hit the fourth and final verse he ripped open the door and through the steam he stared at you with wide eyes and his mouth open. You had not only continued rapping you picked up the pace and rapped faster.

‘T-Trust me homie Do not walk up in my shadow Just respect my handle while we bang and make the Earth rattle’

“Marry me” He grinned

Hoseok: Danger - BTS

You remember the day you had first danced with Hoseok, it was a long day and you were trying to help with the choreography for Danger. Hoseok always refused help even though you were one of the many hired choreographers for the group. So for almost a whole year you just sat and watched and ran errands for the boys.

Hoseok wasn’t stuck up he just preferred making his own original content and no matter how hard you tried to explain he wouldn’t even let non members of back up dancers dance beside him or give him input he was too focused.

He never told you but he really liked you, you were a really cool, street fashion queen and he didn’t like being left alone with you. He wouldn’t look at you and tried not to listen when you spoke because the way you pronounced your Korean words with your cute accent got to him.

It was like your words were slurred but not in an annoying drunk kind of way more of a sexy drawl that made Hoseok himself feel he was intoxicated by every word.

When all the others left and you two were the only ones left he finally took a break grumbling unhappily. He was taking a drink and sitting down, so you took the chance. You had watched the choreography for weeks and you knew what was missing. While he was changing his shirt and wiping his hair with a dry towel, you played the song on the stereo and got into position.

You danced and were making noises under your breathe as Korean wasn’t your first language you didn’t try to sing. You went about adjusting a few moves and adding to the area’s he was stuck on with ease. You saw his face in the mirror as he watched you dancing and it you were having fun with the chorus you were making a few noises as you went.

You noticed he had started smiling and you grinned and finished, “I’m here to help and sometimes it helps watching someone else dance you choreography to help with ideas. Will you let me help, Hoseok Oppa?”

Namjoon: Expensive Girl - RM

In the middle of a VLive Namjoon heard something strangely familiar but he couldn’t quite place it, he paused identifying that it was you who was singing. It was smooth, sultry and a little breathy. He smiled at the camera and ran a hand through his hair.

‘Girl, You’re the medicine patch that slowly eases my motion sickness Wherever I go I’ll have it under my ear The time it takes to fall for you takes 3 seconds But I feel as though you’re the meaning of my eternity’

“Y/N is singing, I know the song from somewhere but I don’t know where its from. Also she is really good. WOW! my girlfriend can sing” he picked up the camera and began walking to the door. He opened it and saw you slowly singing his song in English while gently brushing your hair.

‘Take it off now girl just take it off I’m a master, baby with your bra Take it off now girl just take it off I can help you slide those-’

“BABE no” he screeched and you turned confused looking at his blushing face the tips of his ears were red and he gestured to the camera “Don’t sing that in front of the Army’s”

“Dim the lights down baby, Dim the-” With eyes locked on his you smirked and continued but you screamed and ran as he chased you through the house. The camera in his hand shakily filming and the audience squealing in the comments.

Jimin: f**k, I'm Lonely - Lauv ft. Anne-Marie

You were told to meet the boys in the practice room at 3pm after there meeting, but you assumed the meeting was still going as they weren’t there, you waited ten minutes and was getting kind of bored. You went to the sound system and hit play to see what was in there, it was a song you knew pretty well.

You started to mess around and make up a mock routine, the song soon died out and they still weren’t there. Sighing you turned the song back on and went through the routine again and added some more moves. You were soon up to the seventh repeat and you were getting more confident and a little more adventurous with your moves.

You were singing and dancing, your body seemed to just now how to move. You didn’t hear the door open due to the music and your eyes were locked on the way you moved as you perfected the choreography.

‘Yeah, I still watch the shows you showed me I still drink that wine, But these days it tastes more bitter than sweet, hmm And all my friends are way too drunk to save me from my phone So sorry if I say some things I mean’

You were singing loudly, proud of your voice. It was a strong soprano and you held it well while dancing and you let yourself be taken over the music. With a one handed back flip a break dancing move that you learnt as a teen, you stood up and rolled your head with ease singing the chorus while body rolling to the beat.

‘F**k, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely as F**k, come hold me, come hold me, come hold me It's been me myself and why Did you go? Did you go?’

Jimin was watching biting his bottom lip turned on by the dance you were doing, he had never seen his cute little girlfriend do anything provocative. He couldn’t help it and joined in on the last chorus trying out your moves and grinning at your blushing face.

Taehyung: Fly me to the moon - Frank Sinatra

You were standing in front of the upright piano, you use to play before your brother died on the way to your recital. Your fingers gently twitching by your side playing invisible keys. It wasn’t your first time at the boys dorm but you were usually distracted by their shenanigans to have time to thinks about the ominous instrument in the corner.

However half of the boys left to dance practice and the others were in their rooms, the living room was empty and Taehyung went to get the food and drinks from the delivery guy at the front doors of the apartment. You sat on the old stool and raised the wooden key cover, hands shaking you were startled by Jin.

“You are allowed to play it, no one else does” He smiled and you jumped and he laughed “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”

He ducked off to his room giggling and you got up the courage to strike a key, the sound flooding the house and you let out a breath feeling the sound fill your body. You realized your hands were no longer shaking when you heard a beautiful melody and you couldn’t help singing along.

‘Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like on A-Jupiter and Mars‘

Whoever was playing was good and your body was swaying, Taehyung’s voice joined yours and you opened your eyes smiling only to realize you were the one playing. The music halted with a jarring sound as your hand slipped hitting the wrong keys.

“You sing really pretty baby bear” He smiled and kissed your cheek and placed the food on the coffee table, “You should play more often, I didn’t know you could. And your singing is really pretty... why are you crying?”

Jungkook: Who you? - GDragon

‘Baby I love you ireoke malhajiman nae maeumeun waenji hanado jochi anha I want you I need you’

You were singing G-Dragon’s song ‘who you?’, while casually walking on the treadmill, you were winding down after your workout and having a blast singing forgetting that your headphones were on and singing as loud as you wanted.

Jungkook stepped into the gym with his Personal Trainer and the small camera crew for his Vlogs and grinned “Ah I didn’t know Y/N Noona was such a great singer, this is the first time i have heard her singing. We both share a love for Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim”

He started working out with his PT watching you singing and walking on the treadmill, he found himself out of breath quite quickly. He was too busy watching you singing happily your voice and body enticing him as you seemed to all but strut on the treadmill.

‘Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh’

“Ah Noona is so distracting” he whined as he got scolded by the PT and he hummed pulling out his phone and calling Namjoon. “Hey do you think you can get Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim’s number, I want to ask him out for dinner with Y/N”

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orphaned-kiirokero · 4 years ago

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My Hope (JHS)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Lil bit of Fluff, Mutual Pining, (old?)Best Friends to lovers

Word Count: 2,870

Summary: You were only trying to forget the love you knew you could never have, but now you were trapped in a hell. You’ve had enough and you find yourself at the doorstep of the one who you truly loved, soaking wet and broken.

Warnings: Mentions of a domestic abusive relationship, verbal, emotional, light physical abuse (bruising), manipulation, gaslighting (kinda?), yelling, degradation (and not the smexy kind), light panicking, abusive isolation, just a lot of horrible shit.

Note: PLEASE don’t read if the warning topics are triggering for you.

Cold. That's all I could feel right now. My hands like icicles as the unforgiving frost of the city bit at the tips of my ears and nose. Was I really doing the right thing? My legs aching as I continued my journey to the only place I could turn to. He said he'd change. He always said that. Every time. Maybe this time will be different. How many times has it been? 5? 10? I've lost count, but I was stuck.

1... 2... 3... I counted my steps to keep my mind off of the situation that plagued it. It was his fault, right? It wasn't mine? Would he have acted like that if it was anybody else? He's always been jealous. Insecure. Reassurance a constant sound coming from my vocal cords, only because I didn’t want to do the alternative.

18... 19... 20... Am I walking too slow? I should be there by now. Am I lost? Will I succumb to the cold in an alleyway all by myself? My feet like the stone statues that stood in the middle of the city. Their empty stares the only thing to keep me company. The patter of rain the only music filling my ears. Lonely. I was always so lonely. Even when the arms of the person I falsely gave my heart to were wrapped around my ever dying body.

50... 51... 52... What happened to me? I used to be so happy. My smile a genuine painting on my face rather than a mask constantly in my hand. I used to have friends, family; I used to have him...A piece of me was taken away with every hateful word spat at me. I was no better than the cold stone men. The fire in my soul reduced to a pathetic ember. My glowing skin diminished into scratchy leather. My will to keep going now nothing more than a scrap of paper. Burnt. Torn. Crumpled.

87... 88... 89... I had to do it. I couldn't take it anymore. My life had been ripped away from me. He trapped me in a hellscape with false promises of love. Lured me in with a chance to forget. To forget about him. Happiness... I wanted it back. I want my friends back. I wanted my family back. My hobbies, my freedom, him.

I wanted Hoseok back.

"Who was that?" My boyfriend, Hajoon, snapped as I closed the door. "The new neighbor..." I faltered. Hajoon just scoffed and stood up. Walking towards me as my heart rate spiked. Not again. "Oh really? And what did he want?" He taunted, annoyance written all over his face. "H-he just wanted to introduce himself..." I stuttered. "Why are you stuttering? I swear you'd never survive without me. You're so pathetic." He huffed as he harshly grabbed my chin, making me look at him. "Don't talk to him again, got it?" I nodded and he let go. "You love me and you'd never leave me. Right Y/N?" He questioned. "Right... I'd never leave you..."

"Hobi! How's the tour going!" I exclaimed, happy to get a call from my best friend. "Y/N! It's going well! It's been a blast performing and meeting Army's." He chirped. Hajoon was out, meaning that I could talk to Hoseok without worry. Hajoon never liked Hoseok. Whenever I would mention my beloved best friend, he would get angry. He would yell and me tell me I shouldn't talk to him. I didn't listen though, Hoseok has been with me through everything. I could never drop him. Never. "Why haven't you been visiting more, Y/N? We miss you!" Hoseok asked, a hint of sadness laced in his voice. "Ah, I would but... Hajoon doesn't like when I go out without him..." I hesitated. "Y/n... Hajoon doesn't own you. You can do things without his approval. You're an adult, okay?" Hoseok stated. "I know, but..." I froze as I heard the door open.

"I-I gotta go, I'll talk to you when I can..." I panicked, hanging up the phone before Hoseok could say anything. "Y/n? Who are you talking to?" Hajoon called out. "M-my mom!" I called back, tears stinging my eyes but I refused to let them fall. "She just wanted to check up on me..." I quickly deleted my call history, leaving a call from my mom earlier today at the top. I knew that if Hajoon didn't believe me, he'd look at my call history. The last time I lied about who I was talking to, he yelled at me for hours. Hajoon walked into our shared bedroom staring coldly at me. "What did you guys talk about?" He asked. "She was just asking how my life is... telling me how they are..." I mumbled. "What did you say?" He commanded me to tell him. "I- I said I was fine..." Hajoon nodded, satisfied, and laid down on the bed, beckoning me into his arms.

I complied, curling up next to him, my head in his chest. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew how he was treating me was wrong. He feared getting caught. Scared I'd run away. Slipping from his grasp. He was insecure. He needed someone to control in order to feel that he had power. Why did it have to be me? "I love you." He mumbled. I hesitated, not wanting to say those sacred words, but my mind when back to what happened every time I didn't say it back. 'I give you everything, yet you're so ungrateful?' 'You just take and take, don't you?' 'You'd have nothing without me!' 'You need me.'

"I- I love you too..."

"Where the hell we're you?!" I winced at the sound of my yelling boyfriend. "I was out with friends... I told you last night that they wanted to go see a movie with me..." I mumbled. Fear and anxiety already coursing through my body. "And I thought I told you that I didn't want you to go?!" He screamed. Hoseok's words ran through my mind 'You're an adult'. That's the only reason I could pick myself up and go out. "I..." I stumbled out, "I'm an adult... I can make my own decisions..." The room was silent. I looked up to see Hajoon looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"Oh, really?" He said in a monotone manner, scaring me even more. He wasn't yelling anymore, but I could tell he was mad, he was really mad. He started stepping towards me, causing me to back up, hitting my back against the empty living room wall. "Really?" He said again, this time in a more spiteful tone. He harshly grabbed my wrist, squeezing it tight. I cried out at the sudden pain. "You're an adult? You don't act like it. You're like a child leeching off of me, ungratefully taking everything from me, yet you want to say you're an adult?!" My eyes were watering and my heart rammed against my ribcage, I could hear the sound in my ears. "You made me quit my job... So I wouldn't have my own money..." I whispered. But he heard it, and he squeezed my wrist even tighter. "I do this because I love you." He stated. But I've had it, I've had enough. "No! No, you don't! You don't love me! This isn't love!"

I struggled in his grip, managing to get free as I bolted for the door. I had to get out of there. I burst the door open and ran down the street. Ignoring the yells that came from behind me. I just kept running and running. Rain roughly hitting my face, mixing with the salty tears slipping from my eyes.

I looked down at my bruising wrist, the sight not new to me. The bruise was like a bracelet to me now. An accessory I would wear to remind me I made him mad, and he went too far. I curled my knees against my chest, cold and wet, shivering in front of my best friend's door. I took my phone out of my pocket. 9 pm. When I got home it was 7, was I really running for that long?

Hoseok's place was a 30-minute drive from mine, but walking/running was a different story. The twists and turns of the city streets adding on extra time to my commute. I didn't want to call him. It was Sunday night. Every Sunday night, Hoseok would go to BigHit's dance studio and practice more by himself, starting at 6 and ending at 8. Then the long drive back home. That was his Sunday routine. I didn't want to bother him. His dancing was important to him, and he loved it. I didn't want to ruin his night by interrupting him. I didn't want to be a bother.

Irrational fears ran through my head, torturing me. Did I have any right to be here? Would he be mad at me? Why would he be mad at me? Please don't be mad at me. I can't handle it. I can't handle the yelling, the screaming. I can't handle the hate, the fake love. I couldn't handle being trapped. A dying bird in a rusty cage. I wanted freedom, craved it. Tonight, I finally got it. Now I just needed the warm, comforting arms and the smooth voice of my best friend to tell me everything is going to be okay.

"Y-Y/n?" I looked up at the sound of my name and saw a worried-looking Hoseok, still dressed in workout clothes and a duffle bag in hand. As soon as I saw his face, tears spilled out of my eyes, "Hobi?" I hiccuped. He wasted no time rushing to me, kneeling in front of me, holding me close. "Y/n, you're soaking wet! What happened?" I couldn't answer him as I choked out tears. Hoseok could tell I was too hysterical to give him an answer, so he picked me up and walked inside his apartment.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I need you to calm down, Y/n. Can you do that for me?" Hoseok comforted me as brought me to the bathroom and sat me on the side of the tub. I nodded my head and Hoseok ran me through a breathing exercise. It didn’t calm me down entirely, but at least I could speak now. Hoseok kneeled in front of me and held one of my hands as the other one worked on wiping my tears away. "I'm sorry..." I whispered. "No, Y/n, I don't what to hear any of that. You have nothing to be sorry for." Hoseok stated, "But, what happened?"

"Hajoon... Hajoon happened." I said, his name like tar in my mouth. Hoseok's face contorted in disgust. "I knew it..." He whispered to himself. I could see the mental battle he was having in his head plastered on his face. It read guilt and regret. He stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He soon returned with a black hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, handing them to me. "Go ahead and change, I don't want my sunshine to get sick." My heart skipped a beat at the old nickname he always used for me.

Sunshine. He's been calling me that since forever. But when I got in a relationship with Hajoon, he stopped out of respect, since sunshine sounded so loving to Hajoon. I forgot just how much I missed it. Hajoon was never that loving to me, Hoseok treated me better than him from the start. Loving Hoseok scared me. He had a dream. He was a star and I was a nobody compared to him. I was scared I wasn't good enough for him. So when the puppy love between me and Hajoon started, I took it as an opportunity to keep me from impeding Hoseok and his dream. But it backfired, it backfired so badly.

I stepped out of the bathroom, walking to the living room that seemed like a distant memory now. I remembered when I would practically spend days straight at Hoseok's house, even if he had work, it was my second home until Hajoon ripped that away from me. He told me that it was unfaithful to spend so much time at Hoseok’s, and not wanting to hurt his feelings, I listened to him. I was so stupid. Hoseok walked out the kitchen, dressed in lounge clothes, leftover takeout in hand as he motioned for me to sit down. I complied silently. We said nothing to each other, but we didn't have to. We didn't need to fill the silence with conversation just yet. We just needed each other.

Hoseok set the food down on the table in front of us and sat down, grabbing pieces of food with a pair of chopsticks and feeding me. The loving gesture almost made me sob. After he deemed I was fed well, he wrapped his arms securely around me, holding me tight. Afraid that if he were to let go, someone would take me away from him again. "You can talk when you're ready." He whispered to me, petting my hair lovingly. I did just that. I talked and talked. Going on and on about how Hajoon would treat me, how he would yell and scream, how he would lash out than apologize afterward, promising to change. I told him how he didn't like me hanging out with my friends or visiting family. If I went out, he had to go with me. If I was on the phone, he had to know who was on the other side. If he told me he loved me, I had to say it back, or things wouldn't be pretty. "How long has this been going on?" Hoseok asked. "A couple months after we got together... It started out small, but then it spiraled. Before I knew it, I was trapped in a loveless relationship, too scared to run." I shivered as I sunk into Hoseok's arms even more.

"I'm so sorry, I should've been there," Hoseok whispered.

"It's okay Hobi, just... hold me."

"Why didn't you call me? You shouldn't have walked all the way over here."

"I knew you were practicing."

"Y/n," He breathed, "I'd drop anything for you."

"I know how important your job is to you Hobi..."

"You're more important."

Silence engulfed us again, Hoseok gently rocking me back and forth. Loving Hoseok was scary, but I wouldn't hold myself back anymore. I wouldn't dance around the issue. I couldn't deny what my heart wanted and what it wanted all along. Last time I did, Hajoon reduced me to a scrap of myself.

Hajoon would hug me, but they weren’t like Hoseok’s. Hajoon would hold me, but it wasn’t like Hoseok. Hajoon said he loved me, but he wasn’t Hoseok. He was never Hoseok. He could never be Hoseok.

"I didn't love him." I sniffled. "I never did. He wasn't the person I wanted, Hobi."

"Who did you want...?" Hoseok hesitated.

"I wanted my hope..." I choked out, tears threatening to fall again.

Hoseok held me tighter. A stray tear fell on the top of my head, telling me he needed to hear that. That single tear told me so much. He regretted not being there for me through this. He felt like it was his fault. If only he knew, things would be different. If only he told me he loved me, this would've never happened.

"Why didn't you come to me sooner?" Hoseok croaked out, sniffling.

"I was just scared of what he would to do me..." I winced.

"Did he hurt you?" Hoseok asked.

I stayed silent. He pulled away to look me in the eye, his own tears glistening under the light.

"Sunshine. Did he hurt you?" He pressed.

I couldn't resist him whenever he called me that, so I just silently nodded.

"Where?"

I showed him my wrist. The purple splotches wrapping around it reminding me of the invisible handcuffs Hajoon had me in for so long. "He's disgusting..." He scoffed, gently taking my wrist in his hands, examining the deep bruises. I unconsciously flinched, earning a look of sadness from Hoseok, more tears falling from his face. "Was this the first time?" I shook my head, causing Hoseok to take a deep breath. "Tomorrow, we'll go get your things and bring them here. I'll deal with him." I looked up at the man in front of me. Instead of his somber look, his face showed a mad one. Hoseok was always scary when mad. The aura that radiated off of him was a threatening one. "I don't want to go back there, Hobi..." I mumbled. Hoseok slowly put a hand on my cheek and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. His moves were slow and gentle, not wanting to scare me. "Don't worry, he won't be there when we go."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He'll be rotting in a cell."

"...Jail?"

"He committed a crime, Y/n," He stated.

"...Thank you Hobi. I missed you..."

"I missed you too, sunshine. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you..."

"I love you..." I squeezed him tighter.

"I love you too, sunshine."

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dangerousimagines · 8 years ago

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The Watcher (Joker x Reader)

“Your life changes after a bank robbery sends you into the arms of Gothams most dangerous criminal. Little do you know, he’s had his eyes on you for awhile.”

Requested by Anon: “Can you write an imagine where the reader is black and is a loner who doesn’t get out much and is very shy and nice and unbeknownst to her is being watched by the joker who’s formed a slight obsession with her can you also make it so he’s actually been in her apartment before but she has no clue how they meet can be up to you and what transpires after they meet can be up to you just make it romantic and cute but not over the top thank you so much ❤😘”

A/n: This took me FOREVER to write xD I hope I did alright. I didn’t want to go too far with it and end up with something offensive. I’m still too inexperience for this stuff, I’m sorry. But I decided to split this into two parts, the second part is done already and it’ll be posted tomorrow probably.

Warnings: Death of Hostages, violence, gun shot wounds.

The sound of vibrating and the chorus of your favourite song blared through out your apartment, pulling you from your deep sleep. You quickly silenced it and let out a sigh. You’d been so happy when you downloaded that song as a ringtone, and now you were starting to hate the very sound of it. Guess all good things have to come to an end eventually. You pulled your ass out of bed, groaning from how groggy you were. It was your first day off and you wanted you wanted to do nothing but sleep the day away. Unfortunately there were a lot of errands you had to run. So sleep would have to wait.

You walked over to the window, pulling the curtains back and allowing light to stream through your apartment. You got your morning workout out of the way and jumped into the shower. You couldn’t think of a better way to start your day. Stepping out of the shower, you used your hand to wipe away the steamy fog from the mirror. You smiled at your reflection and continued on with your morning routine. Everything was going according to plan until you tried to leave. Your purse banged against the table beside the door, causing a few books to fall and hit the floor. You checked the time and shrugged, you’d pick them up when you got home. You hurried outside, running across the street and just narrowly catching your bus.

Your first stop was the bank, you took a deep sigh as you pulled the heavy doors open to enter the building. It was a Saturday morning and just like you expected, the building was packed. You mentally slapped yourself, you knew that you should of gone the day before. Groaning, you dragged yourself over to the ‘shortest’ looking line. Pulling out your phone, you prepared yourself for long wait.

About an hour and a half passed, you were nearly there. One person away ahead of you. You had your headphones in, music being the only thing that was protecting your sanity as you waited. You looked up from your phone in time to see the glass partition that incased the employees to be shattered by a barrage of bullets. The person who had been in front of you, stumbled back and when she did, she shoved you back. You nearly fell to the floor, your headphones ripping out of your ears as you steadied yourself. You quickly looked back towards where the gunfire must of came from. Your eyes went wide as you saw 6 men, armed, causally strolling through the entrance of the bank.

The security guards were quick to raise their guns but they were taken out before they could even fire. You held your hand over your mouth. Three of the men hoped over the counter and made their way toward the vaults. The other three were left with the hostages and yourself. They were taunting everyone and you were glad that you had stumbled back enough to be further from all of them. You glanced back over your shoulder and saw an emergency exit. Gun shots then exploded through out the bank. When you looked back, you saw them killing off the hostages. Your eyes went wide and you shot up to your feet, running for the exit just behind you. They saw you as you scrambled through the exit.

You ran as fast as you could, your heart pounding against your ribcage. There was a sound that pierced the air and a searing pain that suddenly coarsed through your shoulder. You nearly tripped over yourself as the bullet hit you, but you pushed on. You had to. You continued to run, pushing yourself past your limits until you came to a dead end, an alley with no escape.

“What do we have here?”

You turned around quickly, coming face to face with a criminal you’d only ever seen on TV. “Y-You’re the…”

“The Joker?” He finished with a bored tone. He stepped towards you slowly, taking in your gorgeous ebony complexion. He wouldn’t admit it, but there was something about you that had always drawn him in. Not that you would ever know, you would think this was the first time you’d met the handsome criminal. “Veryyyy correct, darling. Nice bullet wound you got there…I bet it hurts,” his condescending tone was accompanied by a smug grin that was plastered on that pale face of his.

“Are you with them?” You asked quickly, your eyes looking around the alley for something you could use against him.

“Those petty bank robbers? Haven’t you seen me on TV? Im more…dramatic…when it comes to my crimes. I want witnesses to spread the word, but I’m not against killing hostages when necessary.”

You didn’t fully believe him but you pushed that aside, you had bigger problems right now. You could hear the footsteps drawing closer, you bit at your bottom lip, unsure how you were going to get out of this alive.

“There she is!” You heard one shout.

You knew the only way you were getting out of here was to try and push past them. The Joker watched you as you started towards the way you’d came. He waited a few moments before he acted. “The funny thing is,” you heard him call out. “I prefer pretty things to stay alive, rather than bleeding out in a dirty alley.”

“What’re you talking-” you looked over your shoulder at him just as he had wrapped his arm around your waist.

He pulled you backwards and then held you behind him, so he was facing the men who had just emerged from the alley entrance. Your cheeks went red, from anger or excitement, you didn’t know.

The men eyed the two of you, but they seemed more focused on the criminal than you. “Joker…give us the girl. This doesn’t involve you, you know what our gang stands for…”

“Yes yes, 'no witness’ are to be left alive’. I’ve heard of you guys. Quite boring if you ask me.”

“Listen Clown!” The man began.

“No you listen,” he hissed. “This girl belongs to me, so I’m going to need ya both to get the hell away from here before your families have to take a trip down to the morgue to identify whatever’s left of you.”

They didn’t take his threats to well and open fired, you closed your eyes tightly and prepared for the worst. Inside, you were hopefully that this mega criminal was someone you could put your trust in, even if for just this moment. You reopened your eyes when the gunfire died down, one of the men were lying dead on the ground while the other had ran off.

The pain in your shoulder suddenly became more apparent and you pressed your hand against the bleeding wound.“I-I need to go to the hospital…”

“Hm, that’s a bad idea.” You looked to him, trying to figure out just how crazy he truly was. He simply smirked, tsking his finger at you. “Those men, sweetheart, are going to come looking for you. Now, they know you got shot so the first place they’ll look will be the hospital.”

You felt nauseas, were they really not going to stop until you were dead. “So…” he walked over and took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were so blue, too pure and beautiful for a madman. “I’ll take you home and we’ll get rid of that ugly bullet in your pretty skin.”

You were quiet for awhile before you finally nodded. His grin grew and he pulled something out of his pocket. You looked down at his hands as he held some kind of fabric out to you.

“Press it against the wound,” he said when you didn’t take it right away. He didn’t like you eyeing him so suspiciously, although he didn’t blame you.

The Joker sped down the streets, his trademark purple sports car living up to its reputation. You wish you didn’t have a bullet in your shoulder so you could actually appreciate and enjoy being in a car you’d never be able to afford. The car slowed as it pulled up in front of your apartment building. Something suddenly didn’t feel right as you realized that you never even told him your address, hell you didn’t even give him directions. He got out and opened the door for you, holding his hand out to you.

“Come on, Doll.”

“H-How? How did you…” you stammered.

“I’ll explain inside,” he said with a smirk, his hand still being held out to you.

You swallowed hard and accepted it, allowing him to help you out of the low car. You went inside first, noticing the books you’d knocked over his morning had been picked up. You stared at them as the Joker casually strolled past you and into the apartment. You tore your eyes from the books, hoping you were just overthinking everything. You locked the door and then slowly looked over towards the man who stood on the other side of the apartment, looking out the window and not facing you. You looked back to the door as the sudden realization of your position hit you, you’d just locked yourself in with a man probably more dangerous than the men who were after you.

“Take off your shirt.”

You looked back to him, eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” You hissed.

“Oh Kitten, I’m flattered but I’m more interested in the piece of metal currently in your shoulder.”

Your anger melted away quickly and your body felt as if it’d been set ablaze. “Turn around then.”

“No,” he said quickly.

“Yes,” you argued back just as quickly.

“If you keep wasting time, you’ll find that it’s goin’ be a lot more painful to remove,” he said smugly, pointing to your shoulder.

You bit your bottom lip, cursing under your breath as you realized he was right. “Fine,” you sighed quietly.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “Now hurry up.”

You closed your eyes tightly. You started to take off your shirt, draping it over the front part of your body and leaving the gunshot wound uncovered. You noticed him walk out, surprised to see him with a random assortment of items that you knew were from your first aid kit.

He hadn’t watched you after all.

The next 20 minutes were pure hell. The pain you’d felt was incomparable. You sat there, tears still staining your face as you panted. The Joker watched you as he cleaned and bandaged the wound. You were stronger than he had originally thought. His eyes focused on your lips as they parted so you could take quick breaths. Your blood stained his hands, not that he minded. He stood slowly, collecting the bloody cloths and bandages, and taking them into the kitchen.

“Do you have anything for pain?” He suddenly asked.

You looked at him through half-lided eyes before you shook your head. “N-No…”

“Nothing?” He checked, watching as you nodded.

“Nothing strong anyway,” you added when he didn’t respond right away.

He stepped out of the kitchen and over to you, “Take this.”

You glared up at him as he held out two little pills, “I’m not taking some kind of mystery drug.”

“Mystery drug?” He rose his eyebrows in amusement. “They’re painkillers, not even a street drug.”

“I don’t trust you,” you lied. You didn’t want to admit it, but you did trust him. He’d saved your life, bandaged you up and now he was staring at you with those damned blue eyes and that attractive face of his.

“I don’t need you to trust me,” he whispered before leaned in closer to you. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, “Now open.”

You knew your face had to be turning about forty different shades of red right now. Slowly, you opened your mouth and he carefully placed the pill on the tip of your tongue.

“Now, you should rest.” He glanced over at the door to the bedroom then back at you.

You were about to argue with him but when he looked back at you, you felt a wave of desire roll through you. You nodded slowly, “C-Can you carry me to the bedroom?”

He withheld his grin and bent down to have you wrap your arms around his neck as he picked you up. He carried you into the bedroom, being careful not to bump into anything. Carefully, he lowered you onto the bed.

“Are you going to leave?” You asked without thinking.

His red lips tipped up into a smirk. “If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask.”

You swallowed down your pride, “P-Please, stay here with me.”

Part 2

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officialaemondtargaryen · 8 years ago

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Together (part one)

Summary: When Steve introduced his girlfriend to his best friend, he would have never thought that they might have already met. Modern Day AU.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2, 952

Author’s Note: Guys, I think it goes without saying that you should never cheat on anyone. Just don’t do it. I’m not exactly sure how many parts this will have, it all depends on y’all. With that being said, enjoy this angsty piece of crap. Warnings for the entire series: severe angst, cheating, unprotected sex, jealousy, lying.

Playlist: 1, 2, 3, 4

She felt the bed shift.

The sun hadn’t yet made a break in the early morning sky, and the room was still dark; only dimly lit by the bathroom light that had just been turned on. She could hear the faucet running and the faint sound of teeth being brushed as she reached over and checked the time on her phone. The intense light of the screen made her vision blur and eyes squint. But after a few blinks, she could make out those three numbers; 5:06.

A shadow moved along the hallway walls, and she quickly placed her phone back on the bedside table and turned on her side. With her eyes clamped shut, she listened as he moved around the room, mentally picturing every action; opening the closet door, pulling a shirt from the hanger, crossing the room to the dresser, finding a pair of socks and boxers in the drawer. It was the same every morning, every day, at the same time.

Steve wasn’t Steve without his routines; wake up, brush teeth, shower, breakfast, gym, lunch, gym, home, dinner, bed. She used to like that about him- the structure he brought to her haphazard life.

She used to wake up with him and get and early start on her day. They used to make breakfast together, and she used to sit at the table, reading her emails while he read the paper. They’d make plans for dinner and talk about their friends, and their jobs, and they’d laugh and joke. And it used to be nice. But now she just pretended to be asleep, waiting until he left for the gym before getting out of bed. She wondered if it was wrong to do that, because, to her, it certainly felt like a lie. Steve brought it up, too, a couple of times; always wanting to know if something was wrong, or if she was okay. Truth be told, she wasn’t even sure of the reason for the change, so she just told him that she was tired and that work was stressful.

Often, she wondered if maybe she should start again. Start trying...

Maybe it’d make things better.

Or as her best friend, coworker, and self-proclaimed love guru, Natasha, liked to say, there was no getting better. According to the redheaded cynic, the vast majority of relationships are doomed from the start, and she should take her unhappiness as a sign that things just weren’t meant to work out with Steve.

Some mornings, she’d look in the mirror- bare feet cold on the tile floor, hands gripping the sides of the porcelain sink- and asked herself if Natasha was right; if all of this was a sign that they weren’t meant to be. She’d ask herself if she really loved Steve, and if it’d be better to break things off than to dig herself deeper. She knew that the answer was probably ‘yes’, because if the answer was ‘no’, she wouldn’t even be asking those questions in the first place.

But then she’d remember what it was like to be together when they first started dating, and she couldn’t help but hope that one day it’d go back to that.

The subway platform was cold and damp as she waited in the crowd of a hundred people. Melting snow from the streets above had water dripping down the walls, and it smelled of musty leather and dirty shoes. Her scarf and jacket weren’t doing much to keep her warm, and she cursed herself for not grabbing her gloves before she left the house. Although, she probably wouldn’t have kept them on very long because she couldn’t use her phone while wearing them.

It was late December in New York. Christmas had come and gone, and everyone was gearing up for the new year. In the office, there was a giant board in the break room for people to write down their New Year’s resolutions; serving as a reminder to keep people on track for the first few months. Most of them were ‘eat healthy’ and ‘exercise more’, and most people would fall off the wagon before February.

Natasha was already at her desk when she got to their tiny, cluttered, shared cubicle. A red coffee cup in one hand and her cellphone in the other; her hair was curled to perfection and shined underneath the fluorescent lights; swaying softly as she turned in her desk chair. “Good morning, pretty girl.” She said with a smile. “Coffee’s on your desk.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “I didn’t have time to stop this morning.” She shrugged out of her jacket and hung it over the back of her chair before grabbing the small, cardboard cup and bringing it to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut at the taste and warmth of the beverage. “You’re too good to me, Nat.”

“I know,” Natasha replied with her signature smirk. “How was your weekend? Did you and Steve do anything exciting for New Year’s?”

“We stayed home, had a couple glasses of champagne, and watched a movie.” She replied with her back turned to her coworker, fingers dancing over her keyboard as she logged into her computer. “I broke out that pretty, purple lace lingerie set,” Nat made a sound to let her friend know that she was still listening. “He said that he really liked it, but he didn’t want to do anything because he was too tired, and had to go to the gym in the morning.”

She could hear Natasha clicking her tongue against her teeth.

“It’s like, we have these really good moments together,” she continued. “And most of the time, things are pretty good, but they aren’t the same. There’s no passion, or spontaneity, it’s like we don’t have fun anymore.”

“Yeah, but you guys have been together for over a year.” Nat replied, turning slightly in her chair to look at her friend. “Relationships usually change after awhile, that’s normal.”

“Nat, the last time we really had fun was Tony’s birthday.”

“But that was last May.” She replied, her green eyes widening in disbelief.

“That’s exactly my point.”

“Speaking of birthdays,” Natasha began, finally changing the subject. “Clint’s is on Saturday, and I was thinking we could take the old man out for a few drinks, let him beat us both at darts, I might even make a cake.”

“I can do Saturday,” she replied as she marked the date on her desk calendar.

“Great!” Nat exclaimed. “He’ll really like that, I think.”

As if on queue, Clint’s head popped over the wall of their cubicle; wrinkles deep in his forehead, eyebrows raised. “Hey ladies,” he said smoothly with a slight smile. “How goes it this Monday morning?”

“Great!” Natasha answered first with a wide, sparkling smile.

“I wouldn’t have used that much enthusiasm, but sure, it’s great.” Y/N mumbled in return, not taking her gaze off of her calendar after having noticed that it was almost two years to the day that she met Steve. Little, red hearts outlined the box that marked the day.

She remembered that day so vividly, as if it was just yesterday; stumbling into Steve’s gym after her boss had asked her, of all people, to write an article on health and fitness after they lost their resident fitness columnist, Pietro. But Steve was so willing to help, which made her job so much easier, and even taught her a few quick workouts that she could do right in the office, which she included in her article. He also agreed to have his picture published, and advertised that those who brought in a copy of the paper would get a free one-on-one training session with him.

After the paper was printed and distributed, Steve showed up at her office a couple of weeks later with a bouquet of roses; wanting to thank her personally for helping boost business, and asked if he could make it up to her by taking her out to dinner. She, of course, said yes and the rest was history.

“Hello?” Clint’s voice pierced through her thoughts. “Earth to Y/N! You coming to the meeting or are you just going to sit at your desk and daydream all day?”

She looked up to see Natasha and Clint both standing, waiting for her. They had a mandatory team meeting in five minutes. “Yeah, I’m coming.” She said quickly, grabbing her coffee and following her coworkers towards the conference room.

“What’s got your head in the clouds?” Nat asked under her breath as they walked side-by-side.

“Just thinking about when Steve and I first met.” She replied.

Natasha just shook her head and took her seat at the table, pulling a pen from behind her ear, and waited for the meeting to start. Her face was determined and focused, waiting to spill all of her new ideas for this week’s paper, and knowing Natasha, she had a million and one.

After the meeting, the two went straight to work, only letting up off of their keyboards for their lunch hour. Natasha was strictly relationship advice, and had an entire bin in the mail room dedicated to letters from her fans; who were mostly women in their late 30′s to mid 40′s, wondering what to do about their lazy husband who failed to notice that she got her hair dyed. Ironically enough, they were probably the same women who showed up to Steve’s free training sessions.

Y/N also had her own column that was rightfully called ‘Popular Now’, where she wrote about everything that was popular that week, including television shows, music, people, movies, and restaurants. Sometimes she got to go to fancy restaurant and club openings, movie premiers, and concerts. Despite her life long dream to be a front-page, investigative crime journalist, she enjoyed her job and the perks it offered.

“You want to go grab a drink?” Nat asked, turning off her computer. She had a stack of fan mail in her hand. “We can read about all the horrible break ups that happened this past week.”

“As fun as that sounds,” Y/N began. “I have to go to the grocery store before I head home. I’m making Linguine tonight. Steve’s favorite.” She said as she shut off her desk lamp and began stuffing some papers into her bag.

“Suit yourself,” Nat replied with a shrug. “I’ll ask Clint.”

“You two have fun, then.”

The streets were overcrowded with overworked city-dwellers who were desperate to get home. The wind had picked up significantly since that morning, numbing her face as she walked through the crowd of double-breasted, suit wearing men and women who were yakking on their phones about what was for dinner. Her tights did little to keep her knees from shaking, and she started to regret her decision to walk instead of call a cab. It would have only taken longer for the latter in the stop-and-go traffic of rush hour.

She tried to call Steve once she got into the store, to make sure that there wasn’t anything else he needed added to the list, but he didn’t answer. He barely ever did. He was almost always on his phone, taking business calls from potential clients and partners. At this point she didn’t even bother leaving a message, knowing that he wouldn’t take the time to return it.

After she had made her way through the aisles with her basket, she walked towards the checkout lanes, only to find two long lines that were moving too slow. Her foot tapped idly against the floor as she waited. She glanced back at the line that was forming and caught eyes with the man standing directly behind her. He looked oddly familiar, but she shrugged him off at just being another guy with a beard and long hair, giving him a quick smile before turning back around.

He let out a low whistle and chuckled, prompting her to turn back around. “Sorry,” he mumbled as his cheeks became a shade darker and he smiled towards the ground. “I’m sorry, but I think I can die happy now.”

Her eyebrows came together in confusion. “Why’s that?”

“Because I just saw heaven in your eyes.” He admitted with a smirk. “It’s beautiful.”

“Oh,” she blushed immediately; pulling her lips between her teeth to keep herself from smiling at the cheesiest pick-up line she had ever heard. “Thank you.” She replied quietly before turning back around to face forward.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “That was really bad.”

“Yeah, it was.” She replied and turned around to look at him once more. She knew him from somewhere. Maybe she had interviewed him once for the paper, or he could have been in a band that she had researched; he did look like that type. “I appreciate the compliment, though.”

“Wait a minute,” he asked after a few moments of silence. “You’re Y/N, right? Steve’s girlfriend.” She turned her head, eyes narrowed, wondering how he knew her name- yet alone that she was Steve’s girlfriend. “He showed me a picture of you, once. I’m Bucky.”

It finally clicked. This was Steve’s best friend that she had never met due to the fact that he was always travelling for business. She had seen his picture on their refrigerator a million times. Only, in the picture, his hair was much shorter and he was clean-shaven; wearing his uniform from when he and Steve served together. “I knew you looked familiar!” She replied with a smile now. “There’s a picture of the two of you on our fridge.”

“What a sap,” he smirked, talking about Steve. “It’s nice to finally meet the girl Steve never shuts up about. I can certainly see why now.”

She blushed, allowing her eyes to wander over Bucky. He was certainly nothing like any of Steve’s other friends; unkempt, two day old stubble, sweatpants and a hoodie like he had just crawled out of bed and ran to the store to get pre-packaged deli meat and Doritos.

“Well this is embarrassing,” he laughed.

She nodded in reply, and began placing her items on the conveyor belt. “It’s great to finally meet you,” she told him. “Steve says you’re always travelling for work. So how long are you in town for?”

“I actually got promoted,” he replied as he placed the divider in between their purchases. “So I’m home for good now.”

“Oh that’s great!” She exclaimed before handing her discount card to the cashier. “You should come by the apartment some time. I’m sure Steve would love to see you.”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I will.”

She looked back at him one last time before grabbing her bags and gave Bucky a genuine smile. “I’ll see you around, then.”

He nodded his head before the cashier asked him for his discount card.

Steve wasn’t home when she got there, and she reveled in coming home to an empty apartment. It was so quiet; no loud football game on the television, or hour long conversations with his financial advisers about the gym. Just the sounds of boiling water, and the sizzling of shrimp in the frying pan.

It was peaceful.

“Yeah man! It’ll be great to have you around again.” She heard the front door open shortly after she drained the noodles. The door slammed behind him, followed by the thud of his gym bag on the living room floor. “You should definitely come by soon,” Steve said loudly into his phone. He came into the kitchen and placed a kiss on the side of her cheek without saying a word and then headed up the stairs to change out of his sweat-stained clothes. “I can’t wait for you to meet, Y/N, man. You’re going to love her.”

She smiled to herself as she pushed the shrimp around in the pan one last time before shutting off the heat. Everything looked and smelled amazing, and she couldn’t wait for Steve to try it. She had the table completely set up; white wine, the nice plates that were only for when they had company, candles burning.

“Hey babe,” he said as he stepped back into the kitchen. “That was Bucky, he’s back in town for good now, he’s going to come for dinner on Friday night.”

“That’s great, honey.” She replied, and Steve picked a plate off of the table.

“He’s excited to finally meet you.” Steve was grinning from ear to ear. “I was thinking maybe you could invite Natasha,” he followed up as he sat the plate on the counter next to her and moved to grab a bottle of beer from the fridge. “That is if she isn’t seeing anyone. I think her an Buck would hit it off.”

“Y-yeah,” she replied with her back to him, wondering why Bucky didn’t mention their run-in at the grocery store. “That sounds like a great idea.” She placed the pot on the kitchen table with an oven mitt underneath and took her usual seat.

Steve, still standing, hurriedly fixed himself a plate and popped a shrimp in his mouth. “Mm, this is delicious. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to eat in the office. I have a lot of work to catch up on.” He told her quickly and dashed up the stairs.

Before she could say anything, he was already gone. She took a sip from her wine glass and sighed, staring at the dinner she had prepared. Despite how hungry she might have been before she cooked dinner, her appetite seemed to have completely vanished. She didn’t even bother to fix herself a plate, just finished her wine instead before she stood up and started putting the leftover away.

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