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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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The Nanny Pt. 1

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader

18+

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, implied age gap (reader is in her 20s), cursing, Sandy and Carl being bad parents, 18+ content in later chapters

Summary:

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

A/N: Here is the first part of my newest series and I want to thank the anon who reached out to me with this idea!

If I missed anything I should include as a warning that I missed please let me know!

Taglist Form is in my bio and should be updated to now to include this fic! (If for some reason it isn’t working send me a message and I’ll make sure you’re added!!)

“Damn it, Sandy, can’t you handle that?” Carl yells from his dark room as the baby starts crying again.

“Fuck you, Carl,” Sandy shouts back, hurrying to put out her cigarette before heading to the nursery.

Their little girl was just about a year old, and neither one of them knew what they were doing. Carl was incredibly indifferent and despite her honest attempts at motherhood, Sandy’s maternal instincts never kicked in like she thought it would happen. Carl was annoyed that it cut into their time they would be on trips. They weren’t able to photograph models with the baby on the road, so he’d been itching to get back on the road.

“Is she hungry?” he shouts back, not even bothering to take his eyes off of the most recent photographs he had been developing.

“I just fed her!”

“Then why is she crying?”

“Fuck if I know,” Sandy shouts back exasperated. She scooped up the baby from her crib and started to rock her back and forth in her arms. Sandy also tried burping her, humming a little lullaby she made up on the fly… no luck. She walks around the house with the baby on her hip, trying to rock her back to sleep.

“We haven’t able to get back on the road in a year,” Carl says, clearly frustrated.

“That ain’t purely my fault,” she spits back, “Takes two to make a baby, Carl.”

“Fuck I know,” he groans, “But I need new inspiration. If I take one more picture of nature…”

“If she’s such a hindrance, pay for a damn sitter like I suggested months ago,” she counters.

“We can’t have no stranger walking around the house Sandy,” he points out.

“Just keep your damn room locked, it’s not a huge deal,” Sandy sighs. “Besides, no one is gonna snoop around if you pay ‘em enough. You damn well produce your own incriminating evidence; you should always have that room locked anyways.”

“We only have to worry about your damn brother,” Carl points out, “We hire a fucking sitter that’s two people we need to worry about.”

“You’re just to goddamn cheap to hire somebody,” Sandy states, moving back towards the nursery, the baby now snoring softly.

“You know what? Fine,” Carl says defeated. “But you’re in charge of putting the ad out and hiring somebody.”

“Thank you,” she says in a sing song tone, happy she got her way. But the moment of quiet that follows is short lived as they baby starts crying again.

“Please for the love of God can you just take care of that?” Carl yells, and the argument circles back to the beginning.

You had sat in the small dinner in the corner booth hunched over the newspaper and nursing your now cold cup of coffee. You had just arrived in Knockemstiff and were looking for work. “Any leads?” Julie asked as she topped off your coffee. Julie was your roommate. You had found her the same way you were currently looking for a job. You must have answered at least ten terrible Roommate Wanted ads until you had found Julie. The two of you now share an apartment- the top floor of a three-family owned by a sweet older couple.

“Thank you,” you say without looking up from scanning the ads. “Maybe this one?” You say pointing to one of the ads. She looks to see her manager stepped out for his smoke break before sliding in the booth across from you. You slide the paper over to her and she reads the ad out loud.

NANNY NEEDED Knockemstiff, Ohio

Couple that travels for work in need of a nanny for one-year-old daughter.

Temporary live-in position for several weeks at a time. Pay negotiable.

Call Sandy Henderson at the below number.

“I can sublet the room temporarily while you stay there,” Julie offers. “It’s a pretty vague offer,” she continues. “I wouldn’t commit until you call and speak to that Sandy woman.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll need to be interviewed,” you agree. “What kind of people are comfortable just leaving their baby for weeks at a time with a perfect stranger?”

“Paul is still out back I think,” she chuckles, “I’ll let you use the wall phone.”

You take a seat at one of the stools at the counter, and she dials the number for you and then passes you the receiver. You mouth a thank you and she waves her hand in dismissal as she heads over to take someone’s order.

“Whaddya want?” the woman on the other end answers abruptly.

“Oh, I’m calling about the ad in the paper regarding the nanny position. Is it still available?”

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry, hun,” the woman says, now in a much nicer tone. “Thought it was my brother calling. Yes, it is, and we need it filled as soon as possible. When are you available?”

“For an interview?” You ask.

“Yeah,” she says mumbled, like she is dangling a cigarette from her mouth. “Can you come today?”

“Oh, wow. Yes, I can,” you reply.

“Great, um, you got a pen? Take down this address.”

About two hours, a change of clothes and a cab ride later, you were standing outside a house towards the end of town. It was a little run down, but what building in this town wasn’t? You were a little nervous of course, but it was also the most unconventional way you have gotten an interview. Part of you was relieved, because the woman on the phone sounded real, not phony, but the circumstances still made you uneasy. Julie had the address and said you’d call when you got back to the taxi dispatch.

“Welcome, welcome,” Sandy smiled, opening up the door for you. She had one hand on the doorknob and one of the cutest babies you’d ever seen in the other. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable.”

“Who is this?” you coo, leaning down to the baby’s eye level. “She’s darling.”

“This little sweetheart is Valerie,” Sandy smiles, passing the baby to you. “She’s so well-behaved. Hardly ever cries.”

“She’s adorable,” you smile, as the baby cuddles up close, resting her head on your shoulder. “I didn’t properly introduce myself on the phone. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I’m Sandy,” she introduces herself. “Please take a seat on the couch, get comfortable. I hate things that are so formal. Bleh.”

You take a seat on the couch, and readjust the little girl in your arms so she’s sitting on your lap and her back is resting against you so she is supported.

“So, my husband and I are on the road a lot, usually,” she begins, “We took some time off when we had Valerie, but we really need to start working again, you understand.”

“Of course, what do you both do?” you ask politely.

“We’re photographers,” she beams, “Mostly nature and landmarks- which reminds me! We have a darkroom in the house, but that door will be locked when you’re staying here. We don’t want any damage to any of the negatives we have stored in there you understand. Everywhere else in the house is yours to explore! And of course we gotta spare bedroom you can call your own.”

“Fair enough,” you joke.

“So, tell me about yourself, honey,” she smiles, crossing her legs in the armchair where she sat.

“Well, I just moved here a few weeks ago actually,” you begin, “I just recently finished school, and now I’m looking for work. I just got my degree in early childcare from the state college.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she says with a clap of her hands. “So, you’re local?”

“Yes, I live in town.”

“Excellent! We’d also love for this to be like an on-call thing as well, you know for date nights and things like that for times when we’re home. Like for a few hours here and there. And of course, we’ll always live money for groceries or whatever you need on top of your pay for emergencies incase Valerie needs formula or diapers or anything.”

“Perfect,” you smile, surprised how well the conversation was going. Sandy was easy-going and nice to talk to. The two of you sat and talked for a little under an hour, her asking all the standard questions you anticipated. You also were able to ask her some more of your own questions as well. It was the most effortless interview you had been on easily.

“I’m sorry you weren’t able to meet Carl today,” she says when she is showing you out. “But hun, I feel confident to offer you the job. We haven’t had many applicants and you’re the most qualified one I’ve spoken to. The job is yours if you want it?”

“When can I start?” you smile, making her laugh.

“Your number is on the resume, right?” she says, scooping up the baby. You nod, waving goodbye to the baby and then saying goodbye to Sandy.

“I’ll call you when I speak to Carl, but I think once he knows he’ll want to head out as soon as we can. Plan for Sunday,” she says as you get into the cab.

Just like she had promised, you get a call from Sandy on Saturday afternoon asking you to show up the next morning at 9. You spend the day packing up your clothes and anything else you’d need for a few weeks. Sandy said they’d be back in two weeks but you pack for three just in case. Julie was also nice enough to help you. You didn’t need to do much. Ever since you had settled in Knockemstiff, you had been pretty lazy with unpacking and for once procrastination played out in your favor.

Julie insisted on taking you out to celebrate that night before starting your job tomorrow. There was a small little bar, a little shack of a place just on the outside of town you went to. Julie had a car and you drove, anticipating she’d have a lot more to drink than you. It was a hotter summer night, so you drove with the windows down and the radio playing a little louder than you normally would.

The outside was decorated with string lights of primary colors and the wooden awning looked like it was one more storm away from collapsing. But the atmosphere inside was to die for. The jukebox was playing loud dance music, and the place was crowded. Empty recycled glasses lined the walls on a high shelf as decoration along with weathered posters of anything Americana. A row of motorcycles and trucks were parked outside the little place and it looked like a pileup from how crowded the lot was. People lingered outside as well, and you both hoped you’d find seats inside.

The two of you found a high-top table and Julie made her way up to the bar, skillfully maneuvering through the crowd to grab you both some drinks. You let your eyes wandering, surveying the room and just people watching. Couples were dancing closely to the music that was rattling the jukebox, and a group of people were sitting at the bar huddles in to watch the little black and white portable television. You also noticed a group of men in uniform several tables down, local police. They weren’t paying any attention to anyone but their own conversation, except one.

He just so happened to have looked up just as your eyes landed on their table. Steel blue eyes cutting across everything and just staring right back into yours. It was a fraction of a second and his gaze was broken by Julie taking her seat across from you. You cleared your throat, and finally allowed yourself to exhale. You felt her raise an eyebrow at you but she didn’t press, just gave you a knowing smirk you brushed off. You still felt his gaze on you even if your view was now obstructed.

Sandy and Carl were in a rush when you arrived in the morning. Sandy ran you through the details of where everything was kept and told you that she would call to check in when she could when they made stopped. She helped you carry your bags in from the trunk of the taxi while Carl packed their bags in their car. He was polite enough, but you felt in your gut to just keep your distance. Sandy led you upstairs to the guest room she told you she worked to clean out for you. It was simple, a bed and a dresser with a small closet. She said it mostly had been storage and her weekend project had been clearing it out for you. It was simple, but good enough for you for sure. You thanked her and she dismissed it saying you were the one doing her a favor, making you laugh.

The whole ordeal was very hurried. Carl was rushing to get on the road as soon as possible and you could tell he was clearly irritated at how long Sandy was taking showing you around and explaining things about Valerie. Carrying the baby in your arms, you finally were settled in to your new role and Sandy gave one more big hug and a kiss on Valerie’s head before rushing down to the car. You waved to the pair of them from the small front porch, Sandy looking back and waving to the baby from the passenger seat until they were out of your line of vision.

The first day was a little daunting. New space, living in a house that isn’t yours and a baby babbling in your arms. She was a sweet thing, and she already had taken a liking to you. Heading over to her nursery, you saw that she had a little play pen folded up in the corner of the nursery and you quickly set it up in your room so you could unpack while keeping an eye on her. She babbled just happy utter nonsense to you while you navigated around the space and her big eyes just followed you, just watching you was entertaining for her for now. You were a new face and she was entertained just by that for now.

A few hours later, Valerie had settled down for a nap in the early afternoon. She was sleeping soundly in her crib and you were getting formula ready for when she woke up. It was quiet, the only noise in the house was the small sounds of your own rustling in the kitchen. You wondered when you would hear from Sandy, if it would be later tonight or in a couple of days. You just were lost in your own thoughts when you were startled by a loud knocking on the door. Instantly, Valerie began to cry. You wiped your hands quickly on the skirt of your dress before grabbing her. You rested her on your hip and rocked her gently, shushing her to calm down while you went to grab the door.

The first thing your eyes saw were the same blue eyes who was looking at you at the bar last night. The man’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked really confused. He had one hand rested on his hip and the other against the doorframe, but he stood up straight when he saw it wasn’t who he expected. Your eyes then went down to the shiny Sheriff’s Badge fixed in place on his uniform.

“Who are you?” he asks abruptly. “Where’s Sandy?”

“Sandy and Carl left this morning,” you explain, not sure if he recognizes you. “I’m their nanny.”

He laughs and shakes his head as he looks down, almost like he doesn’t believe you, or he just doesn’t believe the situation. “Carl? Carl Henderson hired a nanny?” he scoffs and you nod, holding Valerie a little closer. The little girl rubs her eyes and yawns, when her eyes flutter open, she looks at the stranger in the doorway and immediately reaches out to signal she wants to be held by him. You ignore her resistance to wanting to be in your arms until you get more information about why the Sheriff is at their doorstep, though she obviously knows him.

“I’m Sandy’s brother,” he explains, “Did she say when they were coming back?” He doesn’t try to hold the baby yet, just holds out one of his fingers and her little hand holds onto it tightly.

“Two weeks.”

“They hire a complete stranger to watch my niece and live in their house unsupervised while they drive around?” he scoffs, shaking his head again in disbelief.

“I’m more than qualified…”

“It’s not a jab at you, sweetheart,” the man tries to explain, “More so a reflection on my sister and her husband is all. They are… fairly selfish people and I wished this situation surprises me more than it does.”

“Should I tell her you came by when she calls?” you ask.

“If she calls,” the man chuckles, “Sure, let her know Lee stopped by to visit.”

“You don’t think she will?” you ask, tilting your head.

“We’ll see,” Lee shrugs, “Do I know you from somewhere?” He rests his arm back up on the doorframe and looks down to the baby again, extending out his free hand to her again and scrunching her cheeks.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, not wanting to admit you remembered seeing him last night. He purses his lips together and nods, not pressing further. He pushes off from the doorframe and puts his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Must’ve been in a dream then,” he smirks, and you feel your cheeks flush. He walks down the steps and back towards his cop car. “What did you say your name was?” he asks, turning back around.

“I didn’t,” you chuckle.

“Hmm,” he nods, and raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to fill in the blank. You tell him your name and he repeats it back to you like he’s thinking about it, trying it out to see how it sounds.

“Well,” he says, standing behind the open driver’s door, “Good luck, and I hope Sandy proves me wrong. Let me know if she calls.”

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gubes-sweaters · 3 years

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Ralvez x Reader (polyam)

Authors Note: I know this is a bit short, but I wanted to get this out soon. I also have finals that I'm studying for so it's a but shorter than most of my fics. I also saw that a lot of people had only Ralvez x Reader smut and I know that's what most people probably want. I just wanted to do something different but I will write that in the near future. I also don't know a lot a lot about polyamory, but I did look up some stuff up just to get a sense of different dynamics. Also thanks to the anon who requested this.

Content Warning: past toxic relationship (very very brief mention), slight age gap

Word Count: 1.2k

Most people are lucky to have a significant other that is perfect for them, so I must have the world's best luck to not only have one but two seemingly perfect boyfriends. We've always worked in perfect harmony. I think Luke and Spencer always appreciated that they could come home to a house that's full of life and not some empty apartment. They get to come home to me and the dogs now. At first, it was Luke and Spencer, upon meeting they clicked instantly. When Spencer went to prison they were already together, but they didn't tell their team because it was so early. Luke had to take some pretty drastic measures to ensure Spencer's safety. It bonded them even more than before. They're so close and that's why when we all started dating I was nervous because they were already so close. I was scared of the same possible jealousy from a previous polyamorous relationship I was in years before. I was also worried because I was only twenty-eight, and they both have a bit on me when it comes to age. Despite all of the possible ways, this could go wrong it didn't. They both treat me with the utmost respect, and we are all truly equal.

Even though I met Luke casually first, Spencer and I are more similar. Luke likes to call us both dorks, yet he's still here putting up with our dorkiness. When I first met the boys they were going through a rough patch. Spencer was yet to be reinstated into the BAU, and he was still getting adjusted to life as it was before. Luke also had to take some time off to help out Spencer and that's when they told the team. Since they had so much free time Luke found a new hiking trail he took Roxy on every day that was pretty close to Spencer's apartment at the time.

I also happened to be new to the area and I decided to take my bloodhound Bruno for a run every Saturday and Sunday. That's where I first bumped into Luke, but it wouldn't be the last. I was running with Bruno trailing behind me only by a little bit. I remember the crisp cool air hitting my face as we both ran on the trail with leaves crunching under us. Once I got into a clearing I decided to take a quick drink break. When I stopped I looked over and saw Luke for the first time. Roxy wasn't far behind him, and she ran right past him. She then turned around stuck her but in the air with her front closer to the ground, and started wagging her tail like she was challenging him.

"Hey come over here show off!" He called out to her. Patting his leg and then adjusting his baseball cap.

I giggled at how he talked to his dog like you would your kid. He must've heard me because he turned to me and flashed a big smile.

"Hey, I'm Luke and this is Roxy," he said before he walked over to me and gestured towards Roxy.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N) and this is Bruno."

"Well, it's nice to meet you two," he says before bending down and scratching the top of my dog's head. Luke must've found a scratchy spot behind Bruno's ear because he started kicking his back leg relentlessly before falling onto his side like a goof. We both giggle, and we find ourselves walking together out to the end of the trail.

"So I haven't seen you here before granted I haven't been jogging here for long either."

"Oh yeah I just moved to the area for my new job and this is my first time going on this specific trail," I tell him.

"That's nice where do you work?"

"I work for CPS, how about you?"

"I work for the FBI the BAU to be specific," he says with a proud smile on his face.

That memory will live with me forever because this brings me to today. I'm in the kitchen cooking with Luke as we playfully bicker as to what we're going to make for dinner. Spencer quickly flips through all of the recipe books and reads off any dishes that we have ingredients for. Luke seemingly gets impatient after a while and decides to kick him out. He's definitely the most impatient and stubborn one out of all of us. I'm the most impulsive and Spencer is the healthy medium that keeps us from spiraling into chaos.

"You know what this is my kitchen. This is basically my personal space. (Y/N) you have your art room and Spencer you have your office. This is my space and now I hereby kick the peasants out." Luke jokingly says as the dogs, Spencer, and I all give him very unamused looks.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"Oh yeah trust me we all heard you. I'm just choosing to ignore you," I spit back and Spencer gets tired of our daily banter about dinner. I know we do this everyday but it never gets old how me and Luke bicker like an old married couple. I know deep down Luke finds it very amusing that I try and fight back a little bit even though it means I never win the argument in the end. I normally end up winning in a different type of way though.

Spencer walks off towards the living room and both of our dogs follow him clearly just as done with the playful arguing. I decide I'm going to start on dinner while Luke is distracted, but I don't get far because as I'm about to reach for the fridge he picks me up by my waist and throws me over his shoulder. I scream and shout as I wiggle my legs trying to escape in any sort of way. The dogs start barking and running around the house, and he carries me to the living room.

Spencer has a horrified look on his face. I can practically hear him thinking about all of the different possibilities of us breaking something. I scream and kick while laughing so hard that I start crying. Luke throws me onto the couch next to Spencer and lets me catch my breath. I start to catch my breath right before Spencer starts mercilessly tickling me. Roxy and Bruno become spectators in me getting tickle torture from now both of my boyfriends. The dogs start to jump on and off the couch as we all start shouting once more. We all take a moment for a breather once more and we all slump over one another on the couch.

"There have you learned your lesson to not mess with my kitchen space," Luke asks after we all stop for a breath.

"Yeah, but only if we can compromise and order pizza."

"Deal"

That's how I spent the rest of my night, with both of my boys and our dogs cuddled up on the couch. Eating pizza and arguing over what movie were going to watch. I swear the bickering really does never end.

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allthingskakashi · 4 years

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Heyy i just saw you enabled anon haha thank you for that, it does make it a tad more comfortable for us shy peeps. i really love how your blog is literally just Kakashi fluff it always makes me feel so good whenever i come here and well i saw your requests are open too soo can i please request some soft HCs for dates with Kakashi?? or just like being with him in general at his place, how he'd act and stuff to be w someone? thank you and ly

Hey OMG I’m such a dumbass lmao i literally figured out the whole anon thing a while ago haha I’m sorry, i totally feel you on the shy thing. I’m so happy that my blog makes you feel good, having this blog is a big source of positivity for me too!

I got really excited about my first anon ask lmao and wrote this in like 20 mins,i hope it lives up to your expectations!

Dates with Kakashi / Being with him HCs

Dates with Kakashi are gonna be low key, nothing extravagant or ott but you’ll love every minute of it

It’s mostly just the two of you chilling together and enjoying each other’s company. You’re so comfortable around each other that you don’t even necessarily have to be DOING something together. Just each other’s presence is soothing to you and that’s all you both need, no uncomfortable silences

Kakashi mostly prefers being alone with you in uncrowded places away from all the noise, or just cuddling with you at home, that’s literally all he wants

Mini dates involving just strolls around the town together

Kakashi won’t hold your hand in public but he’ll walk really close such that your bodies keep bumping

Will let you hold on to his arm though, he really likes it

He’ll sometimes keep one glove off and even keep his hands out of his pocket for a change, so that your hands lightly keep brushing against each other as you walk

He thinks he’s being so subtle and you won’t notice or realise but you do and you find it so cute??? And the fact that he’s trying to act subtle makes it x100 cuter

If you’re walking in a place away from people where he’s sure you’re alone like a forest or something though, he won’t shy away from gripping your hand in his

Will also rub his thumb over your hand and bring it up to his mouth to place a masked kiss on it, before giving you that cute smile of his

Picnic dates are the most common with Kakashi

The two of you lazing around under the shade of a tree on a pleasant day with a picnic basket;with Kakashi lying on your lap reading Icha Icha while you read your own book.

You both even have a special spot under a particular tree where you always go

Late night walks

He often walks around the village at night and visits the cemetery when he can’t sleep.

Notices the light of your bedroom window on one of his walks. He always likes to check to see if your lights are off because then he knows you’re okay and sleeping

But tonight you’re up cause something is bothering you and you can’t sleep either

*sudden tap on your window*

Uhm?? Kakashi???? Wtf? It’s 1??

“I noticed your light was on. Want to join me for a walk?”

That’s how your routine of going on night walks began and honestly, they feel so refreshing with the slightly chilly wind at night and the starry skies above you

These walks are also the ones where you both end up having the best convos cause you open up so much and talk about all kinds of things, things you might not be able to say during daylight

He’ll even share an ice cream stick with you even though he’s not a fan of sweets

Always walks you back home too and waits for you to wave at him from your window before leaving so that he knows you’re safe

Home dates!!!!

The two of you deciding to just stay in on a Saturday night. A few blankets, a bottle of sake, dim lights, home cooked meal by Kakashi, falling asleep on his chest while watching a movie = Heaven

You will often return home from a mission to this kinda treatment.

Will draw you a hot bath and give you massages cause your muscles are sore from everything

Holds you tight as you sleep, finally home to him

Kakashi LOVES to cook for you, he loves how happy it makes you and how much you love his food. He’s honestly the best cook

Will make you dinner and also breakfast in bed if you spend the night at his place

When he returns from his missions, he just wants a quiet night in with you without much fuss

Falls asleep on your lap as you stroke his hair

You surprise him by cooking for him once

Literally turns to a puddle cause…noone’s ever cooked for him, not since he was 5.

Tasting food made by someone else’s hand with so much love, just for him??? He’d almost cry. Won’t even care if it’s bad, he’ll eat it all and ask for seconds

You’d go out to eat once in a while but the both of you prefer the other’s cooking over anything else

Bookstore dates where the two of you spend hours browsing and buy like a 2 ft tall pile of books and then go home later and read for hours, cuddled up together, the both of you so engrossed that you forget it’s 3 am and you haven’t eaten dinner

You’re hungry as hell now so Ichiraku at 3 am

Will throw away everything and drag your ass to the theatre whenever any of his books turn into a movie lmfao and will fanboy over it and act like a dumbass

Who cares tho cause you’re just as big a dumbass as him and fangirling too

*KAKASHI BARGES INTO THE ROOM OPENING THE DOOR WITH A THUD*

“I GOT US TICKETS FOR THE LATEST ICHA ICHA MOVIE!!!!!”

“OMG WHATTT ?? WHEN?? NO WAY, GET OUTTA HERE AHHH SKJSKSKSK”

*both of you jumping together in joy like idiots*

In the beginning when you first start dating he’d be so awkward and shit at picking up hints and even if he does, he’ll overthink it a 100 times and not act upon anything

Which gets frustrating at times

KAKASHI ARE YOU GOING TO KISS ME OR NOT THIS WAS OUR 7TH DATE

Huh????

She…..wants to…kiss ME…?

I’m sorry but this guy will not initiate the first kiss with you unless you do, no matter how much he wants it. He literally questions whether all of this is real every single day. He’s also hella awkward and he’s never done this stuff before and he doesn’t wanna mess anything up so you gotta at least say something CLEARLY or make the first move

Once you do though…..it’s kisses kisses kisses all the time

No more hesitation after that, he just wants to pour all his love onto you and will literally kiss every part of you

For someone with no experience, he’s one hell of a kisser

Maybe on your anniversary you would go on a weekend getaway to a hot spring to celebrate but that probably wouldn’t be until he’s retired

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twisted-tales-of-all · 4 years

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Persistence and Resilience

Lee Junho (2PM) x Reader

Anon Request: Hii! I know this might seem a little old, but can I request a scenario for 2PM’s Junho? Can I request an arranged marriage angst-fluff scenario where he already had an evil girlfriend and he’s cold to you somehow when you are so kind to him, then when you can’t take it any longer, you left and he started to miss you and realize that his girlfriend is cheating on him,,, fluff ending hehehe! I’m sorry if this is too hard though 😅

Summary: You accepted your life as the second child to a father with a big corporation a long time ago. You knew the arranged marriage would happen one day, but you expected a partner who also accepted their fate. However, the suitor your parents choose for you acts immature and unreasonable. Can this even work?

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Arranged Marriage AU. Contains angst, slight (implied but not described) smut, and a fluff ending. Strong language once or twice, slight violence

A/N: It isn’t exactly what was requested, but I started going based on the request and let my creative mind lead me where it did. I hope you still like it!

You knew the day would come, but you never expected it to be this chaotic. As soon as you reached a certain age, your parents started introducing you to sons of other big industry owners as your possible suitors. They only needed you as a pawn in the grand company scheme. Ultimately, neither you nor your brother could avoid it. Eventually, he'd inherit and run the company despite his dream of managing a small coffee shop, and you'd soon be forced to marry someone that could help business.

You met him twice before the marriage was announced, and he never paid you any mind. He never expected anything to happen. Plus, he has a secret model girlfriend, so why worry about his parents forcing him on dates? However, the announcement sends him into a rampage, especially since he hears the news from media outlets rather than from his parents.

You and your parents meet with his parents to discuss the wedding date and other important details when Lee Junho bursts in, fuming about the arrangement while dragging his clearly-bothered girlfriend behind him. Calmly, his father stands up, turns to Junho, and slaps him hard across the face.

"You will marry her. I don't care about your wants. The company comes first, and, as the oldest, it's about time you recognize that. You don't have to love each other; you only need to tolerate one another for the sake of our companies." Sitting back down, he turns to you, "I apologize for my son's attitude. Please, forgive him. He'll come around, but he's far too used to getting everything he wants."

"No worries, Mr. Lee. I understand his feelings and can look past them for the sake of this arrangement." You smile back, watching as your fiance shoots his father a disgusted look before storming out with his girlfriend.

"Thank you, Y/N." Mrs. Lee adds, "Your daughter is very well-mannered. She will be a welcome change to my son's wild lifestyle. Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N."

The dinner continues as boring as you expect. The next few months don't improve much either. You rarely see the man chosen as your husband, and his attitude never really improves. You try your best to be friendly and kind to him whenever you two interact, but he always blows you off.

The wedding day approaches, and, for once, Junho acts nice to you. Of course, you recognize that it's an act for the families and media, but it's the first time he hasn't treated you like dirt, so you enjoy the day as best you can. There isn't a honeymoon. Instead, your parents bring you and Junho together to explain that you'll be moving into his house by the end of the week to show the media that the relationship works well. They want people to believe the motivation for marriage is more than a simple merger.

Without a doubt, this infuriates your now-husband. He rarely meets his girlfriend to eliminate any potential gossip, and now he has to share his home with the one person he blames his suffering on. You, on the other hand, try to be optimistic and see this as an opportunity to become friends, regardless of how difficult the task may be. Slowly, you move your belongings into his house. He gives you a personal wing of the house, hoping to limit interactions between the two of you.

Over the course of the month, you learn Junho's typical schedule. Exercise in the early morning, followed by breakfast and a shower. Then, he stays in his office room most days until dinner, unless there's a company meeting he's forced to attend. After dinner on Thursdays and Saturdays, he leaves for hours, and you can only assume by the state of his clothes and hair upon return that he meets with his girlfriend on those nights. When you understand his schedule enough, you begin eating or cooking at the times he usually does, in hopes to grow closer. He accepts your presence but hardly talks to you. Any conversations you start with him fall flat quickly. Tonight, you decide to make Junho dinner.

He thanks you and sits down to eat. As you sit down across from him, you ask him about his girlfriend. This time, he finally decides to talk with you.

"She wants to go on a vacation soon, but I don't know how to go with her when I still have to think of my father's stupid company."

"Do you want help? We can pretend to go together. I'll bring my friend so it looks like a double date situation. Only if you want, though. I don't want to force you if it'll be a pain dragging me along."

He stares at you for a moment, wondering why you still try being nice when he's been nothing but mean to you, "Are you sure you'd want to do that? You won't feel weird about the situation?"

"Why would I? We don't have feelings for each other. This marriage is for our parents, but that shouldn't stop us from living how we want. If we help each other, it shouldn't be too hard to fake a healthy marriage."

Suddenly, Junho smiles brightly. You've never seen him smile so genuinely, so it shocks you enough to get your heart racing. As he thanks you and explains his plans, your mind wanders, thinking about how handsome he is when he's happy. When he asks whether you'd be okay with his plans, you snap back to reality and blindly accept his proposal.

As it turns out, the plan included a trip to an island your parents own. They agree without issue, hoping you and your husband can bond. The only setback to the trip is that the two rooms are separated by gender, meaning you'd be sleeping in the same room as his girlfriend while Junho rooms with your friend. Junho's strange optimism insists that this will give him an easy excuse to sneak into his girlfriend's room, as he can claim he wants to see you.

At first, you didn't see the issue with his plan. However, the asshole returns as he decides to make out with and even have sex with his girlfriend despite you being stuck there with them as a cover for him. After a few days, you give up. Your kindness can only extend so far, so you storm out as the lovebirds undress each other without a care in the world.

You stroll along the beach, meeting up with Changmin, the friend you brought along for company. You sit on the beach and talk. He tells you all about his fiancee and asks how you feel about your forced marriage. Changmin has been your close friend for over a decade, so he could see your frustration. He tells you to talk to Junho about his behavior. With a sigh, you admit that he's right, and you head back to your room, fully expecting him to still be there.

When you arrive, you hear moans through the door and decide not to enter until they're finished. Turning around to head back to the beach, you accidentally bump into someone directly behind you. Trying to make eye contact to apologize, you see Junho, who looks past you and at the door. Your eyes grow wide as he passes you, yanking the key from your hand and storming into the room. You rush after him in case you need to stop a fight, even though you're scared of that possibility.

You both see Junho's girlfriend and some random younger boy pushing away from each other. She hides her naked body under the covers while he quickly stumbles into his clothes on the way out. You expect Junho to scream at his girlfriend or punch the boy, but he just points to the door and tells her to leave and never talk to him again. She tries to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but Junho doesn't let it happen.

Raising his volume and strengthening his glare, he demands, "Get the FUCK out of my life!"

She wraps herself in the complimentary robe, grabs her bags, and rushes out the open door. Silence falls over the room. The scent of sex lingers and haunts him. He drops his arm and falls to his knees as he stares at the floor and tries to comprehend what happened.

You help him up from the floor and onto the bed. At that point, the man who appeared to lack a heart breaks down crying. You pat his back, so he leans his head on your shoulder. Ever since you've met him, you've never seen him drop his guard and be vulnerable. You stay with him until he cries out all his tears. When he composes himself, he apologizes, but you insist that it's perfectly fine.

After a short silence, he looks at you and asks, "Can I sleep next to you tonight? I think I need the comfort of another person."

"How about we sleep in your room then? The smell in here doesn't seem to be going away any time soon."

He agrees with a nod, so you both head to the next room, and you explain the situation to Changmin. He apologizes to Junho and asks if either of you need anything. When you both insist that you're fine, he retreats to his bed and puts his attention to his laptop. You and your husband get in the other bed together. He lays under the blankets and moves close to you for comfort. Not quite ready to sleep, you sit in the bed with his head in your lap as you scroll through your phone.

When your body finally relaxes, you put your phone on the bedside table and lay down. As you shift your body, you disturb Junho's sleeping form. He manages to find a new comfortable position with his head close to yours. In his sleep, his arm moves across your body, moving you closer to each other. You try to focus your mind on anything other than his closeness, and you eventually join him in sleep.

You wake up to movement and let out a groan as you stretch and open your eyes. Sitting on the bed, fully naked, is your husband. You quickly avert your eyes, making Changmin laugh at your shyness.

"Haven't seen your husband naked yet? Jeez, what will you do when your parents start bugging about having kids?"

You throw a pillow at him for even suggesting the idea, even though you understand that it will happen one day. Junho, however, decides to further provoke you by joining forces with your friend. He moves to you and hovers above you with a smirk.

"Should we make this fair? I haven't seen you naked either."

"I didn't look, so it's still fair right now." You speak quickly, hoping to escape the situation as soon as possible.

The boys just laugh at your reaction as Junho rolls off you and pulls on his underwear. When he tells you that it's safe to look, you finally begin to relax. You still avoid looking in his direction, but you're glad to know that he can still joke around despite the scene he witnessed the day before.

For the last day in your vacation, the three of you decide to roam around and have a good day despite the previous issues with the trip. At the end of the night, you head back to your room and begin to pack for the 3 AM flight back home. When Junho finishes packing, he heads over and asks whether you need any help. Since you're nearly finished, you thank him but decline his offer.

He sits down on the empty bed and looks at the wall before opening up, "Y/N, I'm sorry for how I treated you because of my girlfriend. I never expected her to be that person, but seeing her cheating on me made everything click into place. But, also, thank you so much for being so kind to me despite my terrible attitude. If you'll forgive me, I guarantee you that I'll be a lot less rude and a lot more open with you."

"Hey. Calm down with that heartfelt stuff. You're forgiven, Junho. I'd still like to have a working marriage with you for the sake of our families, so this is a good step forward." You place a hand on his shoulder and send him a smile as he turns to face you.

When he sends a warm smile back, you believe that good things will finally come after your persistent kindness and resilience with your husband.

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Where I Belong - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: This was requested by an anon like two weeks ago but I accidentally deleted the ask so I hope the person who requested cheating Oscar sees this. I don’t peg Oscar for the cheating type seeing how seriously he takes loyalty, so I made a slight twist to it and didn’t make him directly cheat. I hope it’s okay anyway. Let me know what you think xx Not proofread!

Wordcount: 3807

Summary: Trouble in paradise, ‘nough said.

"Are you gonna forgive him?" The question you had been dreading this entire morning finally came.

You heaved a sigh, staring into the ceiling and twisting your hands where they laid intertwined on top of your stomach.

Next to you, Maricruz laid, your best friend of ten years and as of almost a year back, Sad Eyes girlfriend.

"I don’t know." You answered her honestly, eyebrows creasing together as you thought her question over.

"Well, you better decide soon because I overheard Veronica talking about taking him back." She shrugged beside you.

When hearing her words you instantly turned your head to look at her, finding her in a position identical to your own; her legs up against the walls, her hands clasped over her stomach and eyes staring into the plain, white ceiling above you.

“Take him back?” You snorted, shaking your head. “One does not take Spooky back, especially not when they were barely even an item. And even so, he wouldn’t want her even if she paid him. He hates her annoyingly fake ass.”

She turned to look at you during the time you spoke, meeting your hard look with sad eyes. “Wouldn’t be so sure, babes.” She sighed. “There’s no being in this world as irrational as a lonely, heartbroken man. They’re a breed of their own.”

“Now you’re being dramatic. We just had a fight. Our hearts are fine.” Your eyes hardened, your entire body turning defensive. But in the middle of it, you caught yourself, asking yourself whether or not you actually believed your own words.

And Maricruz seemed just as confused about the entire situation, tilting her head slightly. “What was the fight even about?”

You turned your gaze back up to the ceiling as you thought back to the fight you’d had the night before, the memory still fresh in your mind.

“I don’t even know what we are anymore! Sometimes I feel like we’re really close but then on other days you treat me like I’m just an acquaintance or some sort of unwanted stranger. Can you just make up your mind already? It’s making me go insane!”

You remembered your own words as clearly as if you’d spoken them just then, the feelings you had been feeling last night coming rushing back again.

Without looking back to your friend, you simply shook your head as you came back to reality, pushing the memory back to the back of your mind.

“I don’t even remember.” You answered quietly, lying straight through your teeth.

Now when thinking back to it, it was all so ridiculous and it shouldn’t even have become as big of a deal as it had. You knew that speaking openly about the reason behind your fight would have made you look like a literal psychopath.

Maricruz obviously didn’t buy your poor lie, but she didn’t press the matter any further. “So you are going to forgive him?” She asked, and your head instantly whipped around to face her.

“I didn’t say that.” You defended, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Not directly, no.” She agreed. “But you insinuated it by calling it just a fight. And the fact that you can’t even remember its origin just shows even more that it’s not a big deal.”

“I just-“ You sighed, cutting yourself short and pulling your hands over your face with a sigh. “I haven’t woken up without him in three years. It feels wrong. I miss him.”

Maricruz reached her hand out to touch your arm in a comforting manner. “I know, boo. You should go talk to him.” She said and with another sigh, you brought your hands away from your face and nodded.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. We both said some shit we shouldn’t have yesterday and I should apologize.” You agreed, turning back to look at her. “Can you come with me? Just in case it doesn’t go well and I need a ride home.”

She smiled. “I doubt that’s going to happen but of course I’ll come with you.” She started pushing herself up on the bed. “Let’s go right now.”

You shot her a grateful smile before wordlessly following her example and sitting up. You got changed out of your pajamas, sorted out your bed heads and put on some light makeup and five minutes later, you found yourself in the passenger seat of Maricruz’ car.

Another five minutes later, you were driving up in front of Oscar’s house. Your eyes instantly caught sight of the red Impala parked in the driveway, nerves starting to creep up on you as you realized he was home.

A small part of you had wished he wouldn’t be so that you got more time to figure out what the hell you were going to say. You had never walked away from a fight without solving it before and you had absolutely no idea how to handle it.

But at the same time, you knew it would be good to get it out of the way as quickly as possible. Partly because you knew the new lesson would be healthy for you, but also because you missed him and couldn’t wait to be back in his arms again.

With a nervous sigh, you undid your seatbelt and turned to your best friend. “Wish me luck.” You said and she wasted no time in nodding her head, smiling widely at you.

“Break a leg, babes.”

You turned back to the other side and opened the door to the car, stepping outside and shutting it carefully behind you.

You looked at the Diaz residence at the other side of the road, wondering if Oscar would still be sleeping seeing as it was only ten in the morning on a Saturday.

Turning back around, you leaned down to the open window of the car, giving Maricruz another worried look. “You’ll stay here, right? Just in case-“

“It’ll be fine.” She shot you down quickly, smiling comfortingly. “You worry too much. Go.” She waved her hands at you, shooing you away, and you nodded, turning back around.

Your feet started taking you toward your destination before you even got time to process their movements and you went with it, crossing the street.

“Remember protection when you have rough make-up sex!” Your friend yelled at you from the car.

Her words caused your neck to warm up, but nonetheless, you laughed to yourself, giving her both fingers over your shoulders without looking back.

But the laughter quickly died down in your throat when the sound of Oscar’s front door opening reached your ears, the blonde Latina you oh so despised walking out on the porch and into your field of view a second later.

You stopped right in your tracks at the sight of her, your blood turning cold in your veins, your muscles stiffening and your heart feeling about ready to explode in your chest.

Feeling your fierce glare directed at her, Veronica looked up from her bag which she had been rummaging through, instead meeting your gaze.

Her lips almost instantly tugged into a smirk and slowly, she backed into the house again. You listened to the door close and took that as your cue to turn back, too, rushing back to the car with long, urgent steps.

You wasted no time in getting back into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut and squeezing your hands shut tightly in a desperate attempt to keep the building tears at bay.

“Drive, drive, drive.” You begged Maricruz without looking away from the road in front of you, and she did as told, starting the car back up and driving back onto the road.

As she began driving, you glanced down into the review mirror just in time to see Oscar coming out on the porch, only dressed in a pair of shorts.

You watched his face fall at the sight of the familiar car, the last things you saw before turning a corner being him storming back inside, with Veronica in tow.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Maricruz reached her hand over the console to grab yours once you were out on another street.

You swallowed back the lump in your throat, the tears stinging your eyes finally spilling over the edge and rolling freely down your cheeks.

“Just drive, please.” You sniffled, lip wobbling.

Maricruz nodded her head, glancing sadly at you where you were still keeping your eyes forward. “Okay.” She answered simply, letting her thumb rub over your knuckles just like Oscar always did, and that’s all that was needed to make you break down right then and there.

Three days later, you found yourself in Sad Eyes backyard, watching the man you loved more than anyone else in the world get felt up by the girl he had once convinced you that he hated more than anyone else in the world.

And he wasn’t looking like he was enjoying it one bit, so you just couldn’t wrap your head about why he would go through all the trouble of being with her.

Since catching them together three days ago when you had gone to his house to apologize, you had been crying non-stop, poor Maricruz having had to stay by your side through every little tear.

You thought it would break you to see him again, but now, on the evening she had finally managed to drag you out of the house for the first time since, all you could feel was pure, red anger as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“Are you sure you don’t want him back?” Maricruz asked from beside you for what seemed to be the tenth time in the past five minutes.

Your gaze didn’t waver from where Oscar was sitting at the other side of the lawn with his Santos and… Veronica. You couldn’t even think her name without disgust.

“I’m never sure of anything. Especially when it’s about him.” You answered your friend sourly. “I used to find that quite exciting but now it’s just torture.”

You took a generous gulp from your drink, not even cringing at the strong alcoholic taste at this point from how used you had gotten to it throughout the night.

Maricruz looked at you from her seat beside you and you could literally feel the disapproval radiating off of her body in your direction. “Do you love him?”

You snorted at the question, turning to look at her with an unimpressed look. “Do you even have to ask?” You asked.

She nodded. “How much?”

“Does it matter?”

You raised the glass to your lips, taking another, smaller sip.

“Why doesn’t it?” She questioned back, raising an eyebrow at you.

Sighing, you turned your gaze to the glass in your hand, watching the cubes of ice twirl around in the sickly green apple drink. “Because it wasn’t enough to make him stay.”

Maricruz sent you another sad look, reaching out to take your free hand in hers. “Look, I understand it might be hard for you to see it that way considering the circumstances and all, but everyone knows you’re the most important thing in Oscar’s life. He’s terrified to lose you, no matter how much he always tries to tell you that you deserve better than him.”

“What are you getting at?” You sent her a hesitant look; however, you couldn’t deny your body was getting warm at her words. But then again, that might have just been the alcohol.

In return, she sent you a small, smile and shrugged. “What if, just what if, he thought that he lost you? Had a severe lapse of judgment and wanted to numb the pain, because the thought of losing you was too much to him.”

Your eyes began stinging, the anger and heartbreak battling in your mind. “He still shouldn’t have gotten with her the same night, though.” You pointed out.

She smiled sadly. “We both know he’s not good at handling his emotions. Especially not sad ones. He had to grow up way too quickly and his head is a mess, you were always his rationality and you took all of the rational with you when you left.”

You swallowed, knowing that she was right.

“Let me ask you something. Knowing what you do now, if you could do it again, would you meet him again for the first time, or would you walk away?”

Your eyes flickered back over to Oscar where he sat, your gaze trailing over his profile, his tattoos, his entire stature, and the hand that was resting on Veronica’s hip.

As if feeling your eyes on him, he turned his head away from the conversation he had been listening in on and looked over to you, and when your eyes met his, your mind instantly traveled back to all of the moments you had spent together.

You remembered all of the countless nights you had spent in bed together, one night in particular when he’d gotten a bit too drunk on his birthday and passed out on top of you.

You had been crushed under the weight of his passed out body, his loud snores being the only sound you could hear with his mouth right by your ear and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat in combination of his body weighing down on your lungs almost making you unable to breathe, but you had still loved every second of it.

You remembered being in the shower together, both of you grinning mischievously as water sliced over you. You had thrown foam at him as a response to him pinching your ass and he had held his hands up in defense.

In all your playful glory, you managed to slip and when he hurried to catch you, he, in turn, slipped too. The bruise on your ass lasted a month and Oscar cut his eyebrow at the edge of a shelf; a scar that still remained to this day.

You remembered the countless of walks you’d taken along the beach. Whenever you woke up early, when you couldn’t sleep at night, or just whenever you got some time to spare throughout the day, walking along the shore, fingers intertwined and arms swinging between you.

You recalled all of the evenings you cooked together, struggling to push past each other in the small kitchen of his house and bickering about who’s turn it was to cut the onions until Cesar would bravely step up and do it just to get the two of you to shut up.

The memory faded and took you to just the other week when he had come with you to the nail salon after a lot of persuasion, where he had begrudgingly picked a color, held your jacket and bag, and sat through the entire process despite wanting to be anywhere but there.

And then just the night before that ridiculous fight had taken place, you had been peacefully curled up in front of the TV together, you laying on his chest while some bad cartoon aired and he absentmindedly peeled and fed your pistachios.

You then thought back to the fight, how you had gotten mad at him for not giving you enough attention in all your raging glory, and told him you were done before walking out.

Having been so caught up in the heartbreak and anger, you hadn’t really realized until now that you were the one who had pushed him away, not the other way around.

In the end, he was the one who had made the active choice to get with Veronica the same night, but the more you thought about it, the more you found that Maricruz was right.

He always wanted you to pick a better life for yourself, so of course, he wouldn’t run after you when you walked out. For him, that would be the equivalent of chaining you down and keeping you hostage.

On the contrary, you realized now that he would do everything in his power to make sure that you moved on, and even go as far as to get with someone he could barely stand being around.

He always talked about how you deserved better and the only thing keeping him from pushing you away when you were together was the fact that he loved you too much to let you go. After the fight, he must have seen his chance and taken it.

But that was not his choice to make.

Now seeing the obvious logic behind his actions, although very poorly chosen, you became determined to show just how much he didn’t have the right to make those kinds of choices for you, and putting Veronica in her place would just be a bonus.

Pulling yourself back to reality, you put the drink down on the table next to you and headed right for them without answering your friend, hearing her cheering you on from behind.

Your eyes remained hard and your steps were nothing short of determined as you approached them, something the Santos immediately picked up on judging by the amused looks crossing over their faces.

They could recognize the fierce look of their leader’s ruca from miles away and know without a doubt in their minds that you weren’t there to play nice.

Oscar looked up at you when the conversation came to a halt and he noticed your presence, his bored eyes meeting yours and suddenly turning soft.

Behind you, Maricruz sneaked past and got situated in Sad Eyes’ lap, waiting impatiently to see how the scene would unfold with the rest of them.

Veronica obviously noticed your presence with the way everyone, Oscar included, was now staring right at you, but still, she just had to be her usual bitchy self and pretend like she had no clue, only looking up at you when you cleared your throat.

A feign surprised look crossed over her features, eyes widening innocently. “Oh, I didn’t see you there!” She said, and you had to really force yourself not to laugh out loud when you noticed Oscar rolling his eyes.

“Can I help you?” She asked, chewing her gum in an annoying manner, the vexing sound only causing your glare to harden along with the way she so obviously pressed herself further down onto your boyfriend’s lap.

“Yeah.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. “You can get out of my seat.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Oh, I don’t think so, honey-“

“I said-“ You interrupted, taking a dangerous step closer, uncrossing your arms and leaning down to her height. “You’re. In. My. Seat.”

The Santos were all watching with amusement, holding back their laughs at the sight of you getting all up in her face. Oscar was smirking along with the rest of them, watching you handle the situation proudly.

“I’d listen to her if I were you.” Sad Eyes spoke up from underneath Maricruz, chuckling lightly, and the girl in question joined in with a nod of her head. “Messed the last hyna up pretty bad when she tried moving in on her man.”

Veronica squinted her eyes at them but didn’t answer, instead turning to Oscar and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Are you not going to say anything?” She questioned sweetly, and you watched with a smug expression as he just smirked at her and reached his hand up to pull her arms away.

“Nah.” He answered simply, bringing the bottle of beer in his hands to his lips and taking a small sip before continuing, all while maintaining eye-contact. “You’re in her seat.”

She scoffed, looking at him for a moment longer, before standing up and marching off to God knows where, leaving his lap open.

He still smelled of her expensive perfume as you slid into his arms, causing you to scrunch up your nose in disgust, but still, you made yourself comfortable, leaning back into his chest and letting him wrap his arms around you from behind.

The feeling of his face nuzzling your neck while the others returned to their previous conversation caused your body to flood with warmth, but the anger remained as you glared forward and crossed your arms over your chest.

“This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.” You muttered bitterly.

But all he did was press a feather-light kiss to your bare shoulder, mumbling against your skin. “I know.”

“You’re going to have work really fucking hard to earn my trust again.” You continued.

“I know.” He answered again, simply, while pressing another kiss to your skin.

“And that’s not going to b-“

“I know.” He interrupted you, repeating himself again and lifting his face from your shoulder. When he did so, you turned your head to the side and met his soft eyes with a glare.

But he wasn’t even slightly bothered, looking at you with a sincere expression. “I’ll fight for you for as long as it takes, mamas. I’m sorry. We’ll talk more later, ¿vale?”

You understood why he would want to put the conversation on hold; it wasn’t one to be held by the prying ears of the Santos.

It didn’t matter that they already knew he had a soft spot for you and accepted it; he couldn’t be having relationship discussions out in the open. Not only would it make him look vulnerable if the wrong people caught him with his guard down, but it would also paint a target on your back.

So you took what you could get, for now, knowing that everything that had happened over the course of the last few days was partly your fault, too. But still, stubborn as you were, you hummed bitterly in response.

“Okay.” You replied lowly, letting your body relax ever so lightly, your arms uncrossing from over your chest.

Oscar gave you a nod, bringing his free hand up to your cheek to pull you down to him. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back away and pressing his forehead against yours. “Te amo, mi vida.”

You let your eyes remain closed, basking in the moment and treasuring the feeling of his arms finally around you again.

“I love you, too.” You replied quietly, thankful that the Santos respected Oscar enough to mind their own and give you the privacy you needed.

Opening your eyes, you gave him a stubborn look, searching his eyes and analyzing his face as you added: ”But I still hate you.”

He only chuckled, leaning in and pressing another quick kiss to your lips, pulling away with a sincere smile and replying a quick: “Sé.”, before hugging you closer to his chest, returning his attention to the conversation taking place around you.

You knew that the conversation was far from done and that both of you had to apologize for a lot of shit, but for now, you were just happy to be back in his arms where you belonged.

#oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #spooky #spooky diaz #spooky x reader #on my block #on my block imagine #on my block x reader #omb imagine #omb x reader #omb #mario martinez #ruby martinez #jamal turner #monse finnie #cesar diaz #sad eyes

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straykidsftw · 4 years

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Anniversary / LMH

genre: slight angst, fluff

requested?: yes (anon)

summary: in which, upon you becoming deaf, minho goes out of his way to learn sign language

warnings: none

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5th May [07:53]

“I’ll put your coffee over here,” Minho said, pointing to the coffee table as you nodded, stretching and making your way over to the cats in the middle of your living room.

“Dori-ah!” you cooed, crouching down to stroke the youngest cat, laughing as you felt the vibrations she made through your hand, “and Soongie, and Doongie, yes, I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Minho chuckled, tapping your head gently so you knew he was talking to you, “I need to go to practise, okay? I’ll be home this evening.”

You smiled, giving him a thumbs up, “I’ll make dinner for when you come back.”

Minho hummed, “sounds good. Remember to give the cats their dinner, and you need to add...”

“Minho,” you said, chuckling slightly, “come back, I can’t see what you said.”

Minho apologised, motioning to the kitchen, “you need to add their medicine. I went to get it.”

He laughed as you shook your head, flicking his thigh before standing back up.

“See you later, okay?” Minho said.

You nodded, kissing him, “love you.”

“What’s ‘love you’ in sign language?” Minho asked.

You quickly showed him, smiling as he continued to sign the words until he left the front door.

“Love you too!”

5th May [14:04]

“Minho, we’re thinking of going out for dinner on Saturday night, do you and Y/N wanna join us?” Chan asked.

Minho hummed, not looking up from the screen in front of him.

“Minho,” Chan repeated, “Lee Minho?”

He snapped his fingers in front of the younger boy’s face, making Minho pause the video and look up.

“Yeah?”

“We’re going out for dinner on Saturday night and wondered if you and Y/N wanted to come,” Chan said, exasperated, “what are you even doing?”

“I’m– I’m learning a language,” Minho said, “and yeah, we’ll come to dinner.”

“Language? I think you need speaking practise as well,” Chan chuckled, sitting beside his friend, “what language?... oh.”

He looked at Minho’s phone screen, the woman signing with her hands and explaining each word and the different ways of signing them.

“Korean sign language,” Minho sighed, “Y/N learnt it at the hospital and in therapy, but because we were having a comeback then, I couldn’t learn it with her.”

“I thought Y/N could still talk?” Chan said, his voice sounding shocked.

Minho nodded, “no, she can, she can. But it would just be nice to be able to have a conversation freely. Every time I talk to her I’m worried about my pronounciation and whether she can see or not. And I can’t understand her all the time either.”

Chan sighed, “I’m sorry, man. I know it’s been a huge change.”

Minho shrugged, “she’s still Y/N, she’s still my girlfriend. Just... no longer hearing.”

“You’re a pretty awesome person, Min, not many people would think that,” Chan smiled, “I’ll tell the boys you’re not feeling well, alright? Just keep practising. Also, get yourself some real lessons, YouTube can only go so far.”

Minho chuckled, nodding as Chan got up to leave, “oh. By the way, can you... not tell Y/N about this?”

Chan smiled, miming zipping up his lips and throwing away the key.

5th May [18:58]

“I’m home!” Minho yelled, before sighing as he looked at Soongie in front of him scowling, “oops, sorry. You’re probably the only one who suffered from that.”

Minho walked to the kitchen, tapping your head as you continued to chop up vegetables.

You jumped slightly, before smiling, “welcome home!”

Minho smiled, “what are you making?”

“Vegetable pancakes,” you said, continuing to chop up the ingrediants before dropping them in the bowl with the pancake mix, “also, I’m supposed to be getting my new hearing aids on Friday, hopefully with them I’ll be able to hear people who are close to me.”

“Strangers can go fuck themselves,” Minho said.

You rolled your eyes, laughing, “you know that’s not what I meant. Go set the table, these will be ready soon.”

“Yes miss.”

8th May [19:05]

Minho ran into the living room, waving as you smiled.

“Wait! Look at this!” you exclaimed, grabbing the small case off the table and putting in your new hearind aids, “speak to me, my love.”

Minho laughed.

“See! I kinda heard it,” you exclaimed, “it’s small, but more than nothing!”

Minho smiled, pulling you into a hug, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you smiled.

“You gonna wear those tomorrow at dinner?” Minho asked, as you nodded.

“First time out,” you sighed, nervously.

“And it’ll be fun,” Minho said, kissing your forehead, “I’ll be beside you all night, it’ll be okay.”

9th May [18:46]

“Cheers!”

Everyone clinked their glasses in the middle of the table, taking a sip before putting them back down.

“Y/N....” Chan started.

You swore quietly, turning to Minho.

“I can’t hear him,” you said, “I don’t think it’s working because of the noise here.”

Minho nodded, rubbing your back, “it’s okay. Her hearing aids aren’t working, you’re gonna have to speak clearly so she can lip read.”

“Sorry,” you laughed sheepishly.

Chan shook his head, repeating his earlier statement, “how’s college going.”

You gave him a thumbs up, smiling.

“It’s really good! I thought it’d be really different going back after losing my hearing, but it was as if nothing changed,” you said.

“But...?” Changbin repeated, “sorry, I didn’t understand.”

You shook your head, repeating the sentence.

Changbin nodded, “that’s good! How’s the course?”

9th May [22:55]

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Why?” Minho asked, crawling over your smaller frame, brushing some hair away from your face.

“That was so humiliating! My hearing aids stopped working and I kept having to repeat what I was saying!” you exclaimed, “am I really that bad at talking?”

Minho shook his head, “you’re doing amazing, it was just really loud in the restaurant. Maybe in future we’ll go somewhere quieter.”

You sighed, nodding.

“Our anniversary’s in a few weeks, let’s just do something quiet, hmm?” Minho said, laying beside you as his thumb massaged your side gently.

“You say that like I’ve forgotten,” you teased, “I’ve already got your gift.”

Minho smiled, “I’m working on yours.”

“Working on it?” you asked, confused.

Minho nodded, stroking your head, “you’ll understand on the day.”

29th May [09:26]

“Good morning, love,” Minho smiled, watching as your eyes fluttered open, immediately squeezing shut again in reaction to the light.

“Wait,” you said with a yawn, “hearing aids.”

Minho grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

“Ya, I can’t hear you,” you said, rubbing your eyes as you sat up, looking at your boyfriend angrily.

‘You don’t need them,’ Minho signed.

“Huh?”

“Was that not good?” Minho asked, nervously.

You furrowed your eyebrows, signing back, ‘when did you learn that?’

‘Happy Anniversary,’ he smiled, nervously signing the newly learnt words, ‘this is your gift. I’ve been working for the past few weeks.’

“Minho,” you sighed, signing back, ‘this is the best present. I can’t believe that you’ve actually done this.’

Minho shrugged, ‘it’s easier for you. I want you to be comfortable.’

You smiled, your eyes filling with tears as you leaned forward, grabbing your boyfriend’s face and kissing him.

Minho smiled as he pulled away, signing again, ‘what was that for?’

‘You’re the best boyfriend I could ask for,’ you smiled, ‘just the fact you stayed with me is more than I could of asked for, and now this.’

‘And I’ll be here to help you. Whenever.’

You smiled, laughing slightly as you wiped away a tear, ‘my present looks really shit now.’

Minho laughed, shaking his head, ‘give it to me.’

You shrugged, grabbing Minho’s hand, “come with me.”

Minho looked at you confused, but followed you anyway.

“This isn’t the present I originally got you,” you sighed, before continuing with your signs, ‘but I found this, and I thought you’d like him.’

“Him?!” Minho exclaimed, gasping in shock as you pulled a tiny cat from it’s zipped bag they’d given you from the adoption centre.

‘He doesn’t have a name,’ you signed, ‘you can decide. I found him on a street under a car, originally I took him to the adoption centre, but then I adopted him myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.’

But Minho wasn’t looking at you, he was sat on the floor, stroking the cat in front of him.

‘How could you think this was shit?!’ Minho signed, looking up at you angrily.

‘Cause your’s is life changing,’ you signed, ‘and I’m just really thankful for what you’ve done.’

‘What do you want to name him?’ Minho asked, standing up and kissing you softly, ‘you can choose.’

You shook your head, ‘you choose. You’ve worked hard.’

Minho smiled, leaning down and kissing you again, ‘okay.’

“That easy, huh?” you laughed.

“I’m gonna start talking again if you keep that up,” Minho said, looking at you so you could read his lips, also instinctively signing a little bit.

“I just bought us a cat!” you exclaimed.

‘My cat now.’

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jenonctcity · 4 years

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Chances - Part 5

Na Jaemin – Fluff

Ex-husband!Jaemin/Husband!Renjun

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None.

Request: Requested by anon – Au where Jaemin and Reader didn’t divorce, and they want to have another child together.

A/N: Just in case this is confusing for anyone, this is part of the Chances series. It doesn’t go with the current story and is just an au where Jaemin and the Reader never divorced. So this is a glimpse into the life of Husband!Jaemin and Reader. Hope you enjoy!

Saturdays were your favourite day of the week. It was the day you met Jaemin on, then a week later on the following Saturday is when he took you on your first date. Jaemin asked you to marry him on a Saturday, and you married him on a Saturday. You could only wish your first baby girl was born on a Saturday, but she was born late on a Friday, so the first day you got to properly spend with her was a Saturday. So, it held a special place in your heart. Nowadays that your life had settled, and no more big life events were currently taking place, Saturday was just the day you got to spend with your husband and daughter. Without fail, you would have breakfast together and plan your day out, making the most of your day together. Sunday would be the same, but it would be more chilled out, and often either yours or Jaemin’s parents would take Mihyun for the day and give the two of you some time alone.

This Saturday morning started with Mihyun waking Jaemin up by grabbing his leg that was dangling off the bed. Recently you’d gotten rid of her crib and had bought her a toddler safe bed. This gave her the free will to get up whenever she wanted, also meaning she could get into your bedroom too. You always leave the bedroom doors open slightly so she didn’t feel shut out from the two of you and could easily get you if she needed. After she’d woken up Jaemin, he’d decided to let you sleep in, taking her to her room to get her ready for the day. You woke up on your own accord, hurrying to get ready before going downstairs to see the two of them cuddling and watching cartoons, bringing a wide smile to your face. The three of you then ate pancakes for breakfast and discussed your plans for the day.

“Mihyun-ah, did you want to go to shopping today?” Jaemin asked her, wiping her face with a wipe to get the sticky residue a strawberry left behind on her chin. She simply nodded at his question and popped a blueberry into her mouth, clearly not paying attention to his words and just nodding for the sake of it. “Oi cheeky monkey, are you even listening to me?” She glanced up at her father, giggling and nodding at his words, chewing her blueberry slowly and kicking her legs as they dangled from the chair. About a month ago she decided she no longer wanted to be trapped in the confines of a highchair and would start to wail if you even dared to put her in one.

“Cwistmas!” She chirped, grinning a toothy smile at Jaemin. He furrowed his eyebrows at her random topic change, wondering where she suddenly got the idea to start talking about Christmas from. You and Jaemin exchanged a glance, you just as confused as him.

“What about Christmas honey?” You queried, watching her with curious eyes.

“It soon! Pwesents!” Her answer left you both wondering how she knew it was going to be Christmas in a few months. Neither you nor Jaemin had brought the subject up to her yet because she was only 1 years old last Christmas, so you doubted she could even remember all the presents that Jaemin had helped her unwrap whilst you filmed the two of them.

“Who told you that baby?” He asked, stroking a hand over her forehead to push her black hair out of her face.

“Nana!” She giggled, slowly climbing off of the chair and going to Jaemin, lifting her arms up in a silent demand to be picked up. He complied like he always did, placing her on his lap and holding a protect arm around her waist.

“Knew it.” He rolled his eyes and laughed, his mother super excited about Christmas every year and always making a huge effort with your little family. “What do you want for Christmas?” He stroked her head, running his hands through her thick hair and gently shaking his knee to make her bounce up and down.

“Umm…” She looked up at the ceiling in thought, still struggling to communicate in the way that she wanted. She would often get frustrated, knowing more words than she could actually say, thus leading to tantrums and snuggles of comfort from her father. “Bubba.” She mumbled, turning to look Jaemin in the eye as he stopped bouncing his knee.

“You want a little brother or sister honey?” He cuddled her to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his heart warming at her answer. Recently the two of you had discussed the idea of having another child, but you didn’t know how Mihyun would react, especially now that she’s entered her ‘terrible twos’. You smiled widely at Jaemin, knowing that your daughters request will bring a positive change to your lives.

“It will be more of a birthday present baby girl because little brothers or sisters take a while to come!” You hoped she understood your words as you got up to wash the plates. She understood. Because her little face crinkled up and she whined as she started to cry, little sobs making her chest rise and fall quickly.

“Oh no, hey don’t be silly.” Jaemin chuckled, cooing at her straight after despite telling her not to be silly. He pulled her little head into the crook of his neck and cuddled her closely, rubbing his big and on her back to soothe her.

“I’ve changed my mind I don’t think I want more.” You joked, rolling your eyes at how she had Jaemin wrapped around her tiny finger. A knock echoed through the apartment, signifying a presence at the front door. “I’ll get it.” You mumbled, drying your hands on a dishcloth before rushing to the door.

You were greeted by a slender man, his hair a dark brown and swept across his forehead. His eyes were a gorgeous brown and he was wearing a stripped button up shirt with black skinny jeans. He smiled when he saw you, bowing at you before offering his hand to you, speaking Korean with a slight accent despite his perfect pronunciation.

“Hello, I just moved into the apartment next to yours, my name is Renjun.”

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years

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BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request: Jealous Bangtan-you’re giving too much attention to someone you work with, and not enough attention to the boys.

Tags: bangtan, BTS, bangtan boys, my work, anon request, my asks, my requests, husband AU, boyfriend AU, fluff, angst, jealous, fanfiction, bts drabble, seokjin x you, hoseok x you, yoongi x you, namjoon x you, jimin x you, taehyung x you, jungkook x you, BTS x you, reactions

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Title: Jealousy is on the Rise

KIM SEOKJIN

You pushed open the door to your apartment, your arms full of books and blueprints, your briefcase hooked over one forearm, your heels clacking on the tile floor as you called out, “Hey babe! Sorry I’m so late!”

“Jagi! Finally!” You heard your husband call from the kitchen, as he poked his head around the corner, eyeing the armful of work you carried as you dumped the heavy load on the kitchen counter, letting out a sigh of relief as you lost all the weight.

Stepping around the counter to kiss him on the cheek, you offered him a smile as you sniffed the air and said, “Something smells good. What are you cooking?”

He grinned at you and put an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he walked you to the dining room, motioning to the table that held several bowls of steaming Ramen and other dishes. “I made dinner for you. I figured you’d be hungry after such a long day at work.”

“Oh.” You grimaced slightly at his words, The gesture was so sweet, but you had totally forgotten to mention to him before coming home that you had already eaten at the office.

‘What?” He must have noticed the hint of disappointment in your tone, because he paused from dishing up bowls of Ramen, his gaze scrutinizing your face, his hand held over the pot, frozen.

“Um.” You hesitated, giving him a slightly regretful half smile as you went on. “Since we were at work so late, working on the new city center project, Paul and I just ordered and split some takeout.”

He stared at you, the corners of his mouth turning down slightly, but then he forced a fake smile back onto his face and said, “Oh. Okay.” He picked up the bowl he had dished for you, and walking past you into the kitchen, set the whole thing in the sink, steaming food and all.

Uh oh. He was mad.

“Babe?” You stepped up behind him, as he started to furiously scrub dishes, not saying anything to your curious query. “I’m sorry I forgot to tell you.”

“It’s fine.” His words were nonchalant, but his underlying tone said otherwise, as he continued to scrub plates so hard you thought they would break. “I just didn’t know Paul and you were having dinner together. That’s all.”

Surprised at his sharp statement, something clicked in your head, and you felt a slight smile draw across your face, as you wrapped your arms around his waist, saying in amusement, “Babe. Are you jealous?”

“What? No, that’s ridiculous.” He glanced over his shoulder at you, trying to hid his expressions, but his eyes told all.

You grinned at him, poking him in the side as you exclaimed, “Seokjin, you are! You’re jealous. Of who? Paul?” Giggling at this sudden revelation, he tried to shove you away as you continued to tease him, “Babe, come on. Have you seen Paul? He’s got nothing on you. You’re worldwide handsome!”

“Shut up.” He dried his hands on a dishtowel, scowling and blatantly ignoring you, as he moved to the stove to gather up the pots and pans there. “It’s not funny, (Y/N).”

Sobering yourself, hiding your smile behind your hand as you watched him stomp around the kitchen like a petulant child, you said seriously, “You’re right. I’m sorry, babe.” Leaning against the counter, still watching him, you added, “I really am sorry.”

You saw his broad shoulders heave in a sigh, his back toward you as he continued to do the dishes, and then he grumbled out, “It’s fine. Thanks for apologizing.”

“Besides.” Your fingers reached up to unbutton the top button of your work blouse, as you continued to stare at him, biting your lip seductively as you said huskily, “No matter who I eat dinner with, babe, you’re always the only one who gets dessert.”

He sighed again, turned to face you, his hands wet and dripping with soap, as he said grumpily, “Jagi, I’m really not hungry....” His words trailed off as he saw you unbuttoning your shirt, revealing a flash of the lacy bra beneath.

You arched your eyebrow at him seductively, as his eyes widened in understanding. “Different kind of dessert, babe.” You murmured out, crossing the kitchen and taking his wet hand in yours, pulling him after you toward the bedroom.

Glancing over your shoulder as he willingly followed you, you asked, amusement once again back in your tone, “So are you done with your little hissy jealousy fit?”

“No.” He growled out, his arms going around your waist, as he pushed your toward your bedroom, His warm breath against your ear made you shiver as he muttered, “But I can pick it up again later. There’s more important things than Paul that need my attention right now.”

Laughing, you allowed him to push you before him into your bedroom, the door closing behind you with a soft click, and the jealousy was forgotten.

At least for the moment.

MIN YOONGI

“Yoongs!” You called out for your boyfriend, as you pushed open the door to his studio, your backpack slung over your shoulder.

He glanced up from his computer, his face lit up by the screen, at your call, and asked, “What’s up, jagi?”

Crossing the room, you rested your hands on his shoulders, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek as he turned back to his work. Glancing over the music on the screen, you absentmindedly said, your chin now resting comfortably on his head, “I just came to say goodbye. I have to go into work for a bit.”

Your words caught his attention. He glanced up at you, his brow furrowed in annoyance as he said, “But it’s Saturday.”

You sighed, your sudden expiration ruffling his hair, and then whined out, “I know. But they called some important meeting last minute. It’s mandatory that everyone attend.” You motioned to the computer screen before you and then added, “Besides, you’re gonna be working this afternoon anyway. I’ll be done this evening, and then we can do something together.”

He turned his focus back to his work, his long fingers tapping across the keys of the keyboard, and there was silence for a moment, before he asked quietly, catching you off guard, “Is Jens going to be there?”

You laughed awkwardly, still a little surprised by the odd question, and straightened, tugging at your backpack straps as you said carefully, “I mean, he is my boss. And since he’s the one who called the mandatory meeting, I would hope so.”

His dark eyes, merely slits in his face as he studied the music intently before him, flickered with an emotion you didn’t recognize, and then he said, his tone suddenly cool, “You hope so? Are you looking forward to seeing him, (Y/N)?”

Surprised at how quickly his tone had gone cold at the mention of my boss, you put your hands on your hips, suddenly feeling defensive as you addressed the back of his head, your own tone slightly sharp as you snapped back, “It’s just an expression, Yoongi. What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” He finally turned to look at you, spinning around in his computer chair so suddenly that you took a step back in surprise, his dark eyes hooded by his bangs falling over his porcelain forehead and into his eyes as he steepled his fingers before his lips, glaring at you. “My problem?” He repeated again, pointing one long, slender finger at you in accusation. “I don’t have a problem. Unless you consider the fact that my girlfriend seems to spend more time with her boss than me, her boyfriend, and that she clearly prefers his company over mine.”

Your mouth dropped open at his absurd and angry statement. “What the hell are you talking about?” You choked out, confusion flitting across your features, quickly replaced by anger as he continued to pin you under his heated gaze.

“I’m talking about the fact that your boss, Jens, seems to require your company more and more lately. And that you’re always ready to run to his beck and call.” He hissed out between clenched teeth, standing from his chair and taking a step toward you, his work long forgotten in the face of our argument.

An argument that had come out of the blue, with no context.

“What....You...” You sputtered out, seeing red, so angry now that your words weren’t even forming coherent sentences. You gathered your thoughts, taking in a deep breath, and then started again, your face flushed as you said hotly, “That’s called a job, Yoongi. We can’t all be like you and work our own hours and be our own boss.” You waved your hand around you at the studio, as you said, your volume raising with emotion, “Some of us actually have to work normal jobs, where we, heaven forbid, DO WHAT OUR BOSS TELLS US TO DO.”

“Oh, okay, so that’s what this is?” He spat out, closing the distance between you, your faces inches from one another, the space between you filled with heated and rage filled breaths. His voice dropped as he said, rage fueling his words, “Just a regular employee boss relationship? Don’t give me that shit, (Y/N). Don’t lie to my face. At least be respectable and tell me the damn truth.”

Your mouth dropped open for the second time in so many minutes, and you drew in a deep breath, calming yourself as you stepped back from your boyfriend, his face suddenly blank, his fists clenched at his sides. You shook your head, feeling tears start to gather in your eyes, and not wanting to cry in front of him, you managed to get out, your voice soft, hurt, unbelieving, as you addressed him, “You’re an ass, Min Yoongi.”

Pulling your backpack close against your shoulders, you left the Genius Lab behind, your boyfriend standing there, watching you go, in silence.

And he didn’t call you back.

*****

The next day, you were at work, sitting, alone, in the break room, stirring your salad around with a fork, but not eating anything, your mind elsewhere.

You hadn’t heard anything from Yoongi again last night after your fight, and after a restless night of sleep, you had gotten up and ready for work, determined not to reach out to him first.

He owed you an apology.

“Hey (Y/N).” Your coworker sat down beside you, glancing over at the TV as she pulled out her prepacked lunch, pausing as she lifted a bite to her mouth before saying, “Hey, isn’t your boyfriend some famous rapper?”

“Yeah, what of it?” You grumbled out, still messing with your salad, not in the mood to be having small talk, especially about Yoongi.

“Isn’t that him?”

You glanced up at her question, following her gaze to the TV, where one of the boys concerts was being shown. Shit, you’d totally forgotten they had a performance today.

However, what drew your eye, and your coworker’s gaze, was Yoongi, standing in the middle of the stage a microphone in his hand, as he looked into the cameras, his words apologetic as he addressed the crowd, “If my girlfriend is listening to this, I just want her to know. I’m a huge dick. She was right. And I’m apologizing. Publicly. In front of all these people. Which she knows I hate.” He offered a sad smile to the camera and then pointed through the TV with the mic as he said, “Forgive me, jagi?”

You realized a dumb smile had been growing across your face as he talked, and when the camera panned away to someone else, you stood up from the table, surprising your coworker with your sudden movement and not even bothering to put away your food as you grabbed your coat and called over your shoulder, “Hey, can you cover for me? I have to go.”

“But Jens...” Your coworker called out, her tone nervous.

“Stuff him.” You said, giving her a grin as you rushed out of the room, work forgotten, as you headed to the concert venue, intending to show Yoongi just how willing to forgive him you really were.

JUNG HOSEOK

The sound of your phone alert made you roll over onto your side, away from the warm presence of your boyfriend, as you reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the cell phone, squinting slightly to bring the bright screen into view.

Hoseok let out a groan as you took your body away from him, and he followed you, his bare chest warm against your back as he rolled over too, pressing himself against you, burying his face in your neck as he grumbled out, “Who is it?”

Reading through the message, you typed out a response, pausing at his question as you replied back, slightly distracted, “Siyun from work.”

“Ugh.” He let out another groan, pulling back from you slightly, just enough to look at the screen of your phone, as he watched you type out your response, before saying, his tone slightly bitter, “It’s always Siyun.”

You laughed slightly at his obvious annoyance, not looking at him as you finished writing your return message, before saying, “Well, yeah. We work in the same department, Hobi.”

You were just about to hit send on the message, when suddenly, your phone was plucked from your hand by Hoseok’s long fingers, and before you could react, he had tossed the cell phone casually, but with hidden force, across the room. It bounced off the far wall and onto the floor with a solid smack, where it laid, face down.

“Jung Hoseok!” You shrieked out, sitting up in the bed quickly and turning to glare at him, your mouth slightly open at his sudden and unexpected display of petulance. “What if you just broke my phone?”

He shrugged, obviously not bothered by your heated stare, and then said casually, his tone slightly amused, a slight smile flickering across his full lips, “Baby. Please. I’m hella rich. I can buy you ten new phones if you want.”

“Don’t baby me.” You huffed out, throwing the covers off of your legs, getting ready to leave the bed to retrieve your sadly abused cell phone, but before you could make the move, you felt his arms go around your waist, pulling you back against him. Letting out an irritated sigh, you glanced over your shoulder at him and snapped, “Don’t try to play cute with me. That’s not going to get you out of this.”

“Okay, okay.” He muttered, his face buried in the bare skin of your back, his breaths tickling your spine. “I’m sorry for throwing your phone. It’s just Siyun annoys the hell out of me.”

You paused, considering his words, and a sly smile crept across your face as you turned in his arms, leaning over his prone form, your arms on either side of his head as you met his slightly guarded gaze. “Are you jealous, Hobi?” You grinned at him as he shot you a mocking glare, his mouth pulled down in his customary triangular frown. You gasped at his expression, playfully, exaggeratedly, and then reached up a hand to push his dark hair back off his forehead as you said, “You are! The Jung Hoseok is JEALOUS.”

“Baby, I’m going to need you to shut your mouth. Now please.” He grumbled out, avoiding your amused gaze, as he fidgeted uncomfortably beneath you.

“Baby.” You put a finger under his chin, making him look at you, as you gave him a soft smile, and then said softly, “Siyun is just a coworker. Nothing more.” You leaned over to press a kiss to his lips, the feel of his skin against your own warm and familiar, and then you pulled back slightly to murmur, “Besides, how could he compare to the literal sunshine that I have in my life every day?”

He rolled his eyes at you and then said sheepishly, “Okay, okay. I believe you.”

“Good.” You grinned at him, and then leaned over to put your lips to his ear, as you whispered seductively, “If you ever need a reminder, just remember who’s name I was saying over and over again last night.” You blew against his ear, making him shiver slightly, and you felt your lips curl into a smile against his skin as you chanted under your breath, “Jung Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”

“Okay, okay!” He shoved you off of him and changed positions with you, straddling you on the bed, his hair falling over his brow and into his eyes, his gaze liquid and warm as he grinned at you, filling your chest with sunshine, before he said, “I get the point. Now.” His grin changed to something more sly, a glint in his dark eyes, as he purred out, “About saying my name.”

KIM NAMJOON

Coming out of the bedroom, your hair still damp from your shower, you entered the living room and threw yourself down on the sofa, letting out a long, tired sigh as you snuggled into the soft cushions of the couch, moving to rest your head in your boyfriend’s lap. He shifted underneath you to get more comfortable, glancing down at you for a brief moment to offer you a smile, as he paused in scrolling through his phone. “Hey, jagi. Feel better?”

“Yes.” You sighed out, closing your eyes as he used one hand to run his fingers through your slightly wet hair, going back to his phone as you said, “Work was exhausting today. Although!” You opened your eyes as you continued excitedly, “There’s this super new nice intern in the office. His name is Mark and he seriously was so sweet to me today! He noticed that I was stressed over the new reports, and he brought me coffee on my break, even offering to help me with my extra paperwork.”

You noticed that Joon’s hand had paused in its movements through your hair, and though his gaze was still focused on his phone, his brow was furrowed slightly at your words. Ignoring the weird change in your boyfriend’s behavior, you said, slightly teasing, “Hey, wait a minute. Why aren’t you that nice and overly attentive to me?”

He sighed, glancing over at you before he said, his gaze once again back on his Twitter, “Number one, he’s only being that nice to you because he wants to get in your pants.” Your mouth dropped open at his blunt statement, but before you could protest he continued. “Number two, I am nice to you. But I’m not overly attentive like Mark because I can already get in your pants whenever I please.”

Sitting up, your mouth still hanging open, you sputtered out, “Okay, first off, ew.” He glanced over at you, shrugging slightly as you finally closed your mouth and became indignant, folding your arms over your chest as you said defensively, “And secondly, he doesn’t want to get in my pants. He’s just being nice. He’s a friend.” You pointed a stern finger at your boyfriend, as he quirked one eyebrow at you, a slightly amused smile slipping across his lips as your words grew heated. “Contrary to your belief, Kim Namjoon, males and females can be just friends without wanting to have sex with one another.”

When he was sure you were done, the silence stretching between you, he dropped his phone to his lap and, offering you a slightly knowing look, said confidently, “Okay then. Let’s make a bet.”

“Fine. But prepare to lose.” You scoffed out, glaring at him.

“50,000 won says that he’s trying to sleep with you.” He held up his wallet, having dug it out from his back pocket, and I wanted to wipe his triumphant grin off his smug face as he followed up with, “I’m not stupid, Jagi. I’m a man. I know how we think. You should just trust me on this.”

“Over my cold dead body.” You stuck your tongue out at him and stalked out of the room, as he shrugged once again and went back to scrolling through his phone.

*****

The next evening, when you unlocked the door to the apartment and came into the living room, Joon was waiting, sitting on the couch, a triumphant look washing over his features as he saw you. Watching you set your work bag down on the counter and kick off the high heels that were starting to kill your feet, he draped one arm over the back of the couch casually and said innocently, “So, how was Mark today?”

“Don’t you have better things to do?” You muttered out under you breath, as you opened the fridge and grabbed a cold drink, popping it open and taking a swig.

“What was that?” He asked sweetly, standing from the couch and rounding the counter to stand beside you, watching you carefully, a knowing smile flashing across his lips, his dimples flashing in his cheeks.

“I said.” You set the drink down, suddenly refired up remembering your conversation from the night before, as you offered him a forced smile, determined he would not win this. “Things with Mark were great. He bought me lunch and helped me finish my paperwork for that big presentation I have coming up.”

The smile dropped from his face, and you felt triumph surge through your chest at his serious expression, as he said, his voice flat, collected, “Oh. That’s good.”

Turning away from you, he opened the fridge and grabbed a drink as well, popping it open and taking a long drink, not looking at you, his face still fallen.

The successful feeling in your chest disappeared as soon as it had come, as you watched his disappointed expression and movements, a sudden shift in the air between you. “Joon.” You sighed out, letting go of the competition, as you set your drink down again and crossed the kitchen to stand before him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you looked up at him. “Are you okay?”

He shook his head slightly, trying to give you a slight smile, as he said, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s stupid.” He took another drink and then crushed the can in his hand, tossing it into the garbage behind you as he said, “I just feel weird that Mark gets to spend so much time with you.”

You laughed, the sound relieved, and then reached up to cup his cheek as you said, slightly amused, “Is that it? Babe. That’s called jealousy.” He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, saying, “Besides, I’ve decided that Mark and I can’t be friends. We just have too many different interests. It would never work out.”

He stared at you, his gaze scanning your face, and then a bright smile broke through his lips, as a knowing look came over his eyes and he said, his tone smug, “He wanted to get in your pants, didn’t he?”

“Oh hell yes.” You laughed, digging into your pocket for the money for the bet, as you waved it in front of Joon’s face. “You were right. I’m sorry.”

He grinned at you, before setting the money on the counter and pulling you close to him, his lips meeting yours briefly, as he said quietly, “That’s okay. I have a better idea of payment.”

PARK JIMIN

“Shut up!”

You laughed at something Jackson had said, taking another sip of your coffee as he grinned at you, nodding vigorously as he said, “It’s all true. It really happened.”

You chuckled again, shaking your head at his story. “I cannot believe that.”

You both laughed again, drinking your coffee in silence for several seconds, before your conversation was interrupted by the sound of the intercom system. The tinny voice of a nurse came over the speakers. “Dr. Park, please come to the front reception area.”

“Oh!” You glanced over your shoulder, to where the front desk was just in view, barely around the corner, and then turned back to Jackson, saying apologetically, “Just a second. I’ll only be a minute.”

He nodded in understanding, as you picked up your coffee, your heels clicking on the tile floors as you walked down the corridor to the other desk. Securing your stethoscope around your neck, and patting the pocket of your lab coat to make sure you had your pen and notepad, you came around the slight corner and stopped, a grin spreading across your face at the sight of your husband. He was leaned against the desk, his legs clad in ripped black jeans, his sweater tight around his toned upper body, his sunglasses covering his eyes, his silver hair falling carefully across his forehead.

When he caught sight of you, he straightened, letting out a low whistle, playfully lowering his sunglasses, his slow gaze perusing you as you approached, as he said, “There’s the hottest doctor in the hospital.”

Laughing, you slapped his arm with your free hand, as he pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, grinning at you, his full lips pulled back over perfectly white teeth. “Stop it, babe. You’re embarrassing me.”

He held up a cup of coffee in his hand, as he winked at you and then said, “It’s true. Hey, I brought you coffee.” His eyes ran down your arm, to the already half finished coffee in your hand, and his face grew serious as he said coolly, “But, I see you already have some.”

“Oh, yeah.” You held up the cup to him apologetically, motioning over your shoulder down the hallway to where Jackson still stood at the other nurse’s desk. “I’m sorry, babe. Jackson and I were on the same shift today, and he knew I had a difficult patient earlier, so he brought me some coffee on our break.”

“Oh.” The word was flat, factual, as Jimin glanced over your shoulder and down the hallway to Jackson, his eyes piercing and dark and unreadable. Jakson, who must have noticed the stare, awkwardly waved a hand at the two of us, before looking down and fiddling with his coffee under the continued scrutiny.

“Babe.” You said, your tone slightly warning, the look on your husband’s face familiar, petty, passive aggressive. “Don’t.”

He looked back over to you, offering you a slight smile as he said, “What? I just want to talk to the male nurse. Jackson, was it?” He put a hand on your shoulder as he passed you, his stride determined as he walked down the hallway toward Jackson.

“Babe, please, no.” You hurried after him, your coffee, both of them, forgotten on the other desk in your desire to stop Jimin. You grasped his arm, trying to stop him, but he was a machine, only focused on the man before him who was quickly approaching.

Before you knew it, you had reached the desk, and you were left, watching, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ from behind Jimin as he offered a forced smile to your coworker, saying, “Hi, Jackson is it?”

The man glanced over at you, and then his eyes shifted to Jimin, who was incredibly intimidating, despite his shorter stature, and he offered him a smile as he said, his voice slightly nervous, “Um, yeah. And you must be Park Jimin? Dr. Park’s husband? I’ve heard a lot about you....”

“Yeah, let’s cut the small talk.” Your husband’s features went serious as he leaned against the desk next to the nurse, his eyes fiery, as he said, “Listen. I only have so many breaks during the day. And as you seem to know, so does my wife.” His full lips pressed into a straight, patronizing smile as he continued, his beautifully melodic voice cool, “So, I’d like to request that you don’t bring her coffee again. Because you see, that’s sort of my job, and I quite enjoy it. So if you could back off, that’d be great.”

Jackson’s surprised gaze flashed to you, over the shoulder of Jimin, your cheeks red, completely mortified, before he glanced back the man in front of him, and said, his hands up slightly as he backed away, “Yeah, no problem man. See you later.”

He rushed off, and you came around to take his place in front of Jimin, your hands on your hips as you regarded the man before you. “Okay, first off, he didn’t deserve that. Not in the slightest.” You stared at him for a moment, as he rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to defend himself. “No. I’m not done.” You cut him off, your tone still reprimanding, but you couldn’t stop the slight smile from crossing your face as you said quietly, “Secondly, I know I shouldn’t, but I find your petty passive aggressiveness extremely hot. So.” You raised an eyebrow at him, taking his hand in his as you checked the time on your watch. “I still have ten minutes left on my break. And I hear the new doctors’ lounge has a bed. Care to check it out with me?”

He grinned at you, his full lips pink against his tanned skin, before he said, “I would enjoy nothing more.”

KIM TAEHYUNG

“He’s doing great with the other dogs today!” You said, watching Yeontan fondly from across the park, where you were sitting on a bench, your hand twined with Tae’s.

“Yeah, well, he’s the smartest one here.” Your husband said, his tone filled with pride, as he watched the small fluffy dog yap and run around happily with the other dogs filling the dog park.

“You’re so soft.” You laughed out and leaned over to kiss his cheek, his attention still on the dog.

“Oh!’ You looked down as a large, black dog suddenly shoved its nose into your lap, its tongue lolling and its eyes bright as it looked up at you. Recognizing the dog, you exclaimed, starting to scratch it enthusiastically behind the ears, “Oh, hello Rolo! You scared me.” You glanced up, looking around the dog park as you mused, “Is your dad here then?”

“Hmm?” Tae hummed out, watching Yeontan still, his attention only half on what you were saying.

“Oh, nothing.” You stood from the bench, having caught sight of the man you were looking for. Putting a hand on Tae’s shoulder to get his attention, you said, “That’s one of my regular patients. I’m gonna go say hi and then I’ll be back okay?”

He nodded, and you didn’t know if he had fully heard you, as you said, “Come on Rolo!” The black dog, trotting at your heels, followed you across the dog park and to his owner. When you approached, you called out in a friendly tone, “Hey, Juyin! It’s good to see you!”

The man looked up as you called his name, and a grin spread across his face as you approached, his hand waving at you as he said, “Hey, doc. Good to see you! How you been?”

You laughed, crouching down beside him to give Rolo more pets as you looked up at him, saying in amusement, “Well, you know. About the same since I saw you two days ago.”

He crouched down beside you, fondling the big dogs ears before he said, slight worry crossing his face, “Yeah, I know we just came in. But Rolo’s breathing has sounded a bit funny to me since then. So I think I’ll make another appointment for Monday.”

You smiled, nodding, knowing that it was likely nothing, like usual, but willing to indulge him. “Yeah, okay, sounds great.”

Standing up, you offered him another smile, and Rolo one last pat, before you said, gesturing over your shoulder to where Tae was still sitting, “I’d better get back. But it was nice seeing you! See you both Monday.”

You started to walk away, waving over your shoulder as Juyin called out after you, “See you then, doc!”

Sitting back down beside Tae on the bench with a sigh, you pushed some strands of hair out of your eyes as you searched the park, located Yeontan, before saying, “How’s he doing?”

“Oh, he’s fine.” Tae glanced over at you as you put your arm around his shoulders, before he said, “Who was that?”

You looked over at him, offering him a slight smile as you said, “Oh, one of my patients. You know how I told you about that guy that always brings his dog in for appointments, but there’s never anything wrong with him?” He nodded your head in the direction of Juyin. “That’s him.” You laughed, caught up in your explanation, not noticing the look of annoyance that had come across your husband’s features. “He’s basically a hypochondriac, but he pushes it off on his poor dog.”

“Or, he comes to the office so often because he wants to see a certain pretty vet.” Tae mumbled out under his breath, not looking at you.

‘What?” You said, surprise filling your voice, as you shifted on the bench to stare at him. “Are you serious?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged, as Yeontan ran over to him, depositing a stick at his feet. Pausing to reach down and throw the stick for the dog, he continued. “It just seemed like you guys were pretty friendly.”

“Tae.” You suppressed a smile, as you reached out for his chin, forcing him to look at you as you said seriously, “I’m his dog’s vet. It’s necessary for me to be friendly with patients.” You let your grin slip through. “But you and I both know that you’re the only human I actually like. And that’s never going to change.”

He watched you for a moment, gauging your sincerity, and then his boxy grin broke through his features, as he chuckled and took your hand, saying, “Yeah, dogs are better than people.”

“Damn straight.” You said, as you retrieved Yeontan’s stick and threw it once again.

JEON JUNGKOOK

You sat in the empty stadium, your feet kicked up onto the chair in front of you, a notepad held in your lap and a pen poised in your hand.

On stage, your boyfriend was running through his solo number, working out the final kinks in the choreography, finishing sound check, readying himself for the show later that evening. He had asked you to watch and take notes on anything that didn’t look right from the audience’s perspective.

So here you were, dutifully note taking, silently admiring his dedication and power on stage, not to mention had good his hot body looked in that suit, his sweaty hair falling into his eyes, perspiration glinting on his tan skin in a way that made you lose your breath.

“Oh, hey!”

You glanced up, a voice breaking through your concentration, though you had to admit, in that moment you had been concentrating more on controlling yourself, and less on your boyfriend’s performance. Slightly flustered, caught off guard, red crept across your cheeks as you said, “Oh, hi.”

The young man, a grin spread across his features, sat down in the empty seat beside you and glanced over at the stage, where Jungkook had grown still, listening to some feedback through his earpiece from the directors. “He’s really amazing, huh?” He said, awe in his tone as he stared at your boyfriend.

“Um, yeah.” You said, glancing back down at your notes, wondering who this kid was and why he was here.

“Oh, sorry!” As if he had heard your thoughts, he stuck out a hand, saying pleasantly, “I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Soowin. One of the new trainees. The producer suggested it might be beneficial for me to watch someone as great as Jungkook-hyung practice.”

You glanced over at him again, his features overly enthusiastic, and then took his hand after a brief moment of hesitation, saying, “I’m (Y/N).”

He nodded, shaking your hand vigoursly, as he said, “Oh, I know. You’re Jungkook-hyung’s girlfriend. I’ve seen you around BigHIt. You’re pretty.” He grinned at you, and you felt the blush come back at his innocent praise.

“Thank you?” You said, slightly caught off guard by the fact that you liked how friendly this kid was.

“Also. Are you around the studio so much because of Jungkook? Or do you work there too?” He continued, glancing over at your boyfriend again as he ran through the routinue once more.

“Oh, no.” You laughed slightly, waving a hand at him. “I’m not just there because of Jungkook. I work at BigHit.” You grinned at the look of surprise on his face. “I”m actually one of the dance instructors.” You pointed your pen at the moves Jungkook as running through on stage, leaning over to whisper conspiratorially to him, “I actually blocked this entire number if you can believe it.”

“No way!” His eyes got big, and he leaned closer to you, gripping your arm in tight fingers as he said, eyes sparkling with excitement, “Would you be able to block one of my numbers some day?”

I laughed again. His innocence and excitement were contagious. “I dunno. Maybe. I’ll try my best, okay?”

He nodded again, opening his mouth to say something else, but before he could, your conversation was interrupted by Jungkook’s voice, loud as it came over his mic, “Hey, (Y/N). Can I see you for a minute backstage?”

You glanced over at him, his hands on his hips, his dark eyes flashing beneath his sweat drenched bangs, and nodded, standing up before you said to Soowin, “It was nice chatting. I’ll see you around.”

Hurrying to follow after Jungkook, who had already went off stage, you found him in the dark area behind the curtains, one of the staff fixing his mic pack, another messing with his hair. He regarded you with dark eyes, his lips pulled into a frown, as he said testily, “You’re supposed to be taking notes. Not talking with some trainee.”

Your mouth dropped open at his sharp words, and you felt anger build in your chest as you snapped back, “I did take notes. See?” You held up the notepad, filled with writing for him to see, and then slammed it down on the makeup table as you hissed out, “But maybe I should add another one. ‘Jungkook is an ass.’”

The staff had left, leaving the two of you alone at this point, as he took a step toward you, his eyes flashing, running an agitated hand through his just styled hair, as he growled out, “You guys seemed awfully friendly. Why don’t you go to his performance instead?”

“Holy shit, Kook. This is ridiculous.” You threw your hands up in the air, exasperated at his attitude and this fight. This was stupid. “You know I love you. Only you. That’s why I’m spending my Saturday here, with you, taking dumb notes, when I could be in bed!” You locked stares with him, both of your gazes hard, as you said, “You are such a jackass.”

He regarded you, silently, his lips still pursed into a thin line, and then suddenly, catching you off guard, he closed the distance between you, his lips on yours, hot, needy, rough. His teeth nipped your bottom lip, as he pressed you back against the table behind you, scattering makeup product on the floor, as his tongue slipped between your parted lips, making you let out a moan as he caressed the inside of your mouth.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over,

He pulled back from you, both of your gasping for breath, his hands still on either side of your body, caging you in, and as you licked your lips, still in shock at his actions, he murmured out, his voice low, intense, his eyes molten on yours, “You’re mine. Get it?”

You nodded, and he released you, stepping back and smoothing his hair, as you said, slightly breathlessly, “You’re still an ass. And I’ll talk to whoever I want. But.” You swallowed, hard, the feel of his lips on your still imprinted on your brain. “I’m yours, Jeon Jungkook. Always and forever.”

He grinned at you then, tapping his temple with his index finger, as he said playfully, “Good. Now, get back to taking notes.”

Grumbling under your breath, you picked up the notepad again, following him back on stage, a slight smile slipping across your lips before you could stop it.

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Coming Out | Steve Harrington

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pairing - Steve Harrington x bisexual!Henderson!reader word count - 1,878 warnings - A/N - this is for the anon who requested it AGES ago

summary - There was no denying your feelings for Steve, but it felt weird to leave him out of such a big part of your identity. You wanted to tell him, you just didn’t know how.

You paced around your room, mouthing words to yourself as you had been doing for almost an hour. Every once in a while, you would pause in front of your mirror and practice your speech to yourself only to get annoyed and discouraged and continue your pacing. This shouldn’t have been that difficult of a task. Two words. That was it. Two very simple words that should be easy to speak aloud:

I’m bisexual.

That was it. Not a big deal, right? It was just, things were going so well with your boyfriend, Steve. Telling him that you were interested in both girls and guys would surely throw a wrench in everything. So, maybe you didn’t even have to tell him. The last thing you wanted to do was mess everything up. It really wasn’t that big of a deal right now. What would telling him do besides freak him out?

There was a knock at your bedroom door before your younger brother, Dustin, peaked his head in. “You’re causing an earthquake downstairs,” he teased. “What’re you pacing for?”

“I can’t do it, Dusty,” you said, plopping down on your bed. “I just can’t do it.”

“Can’t do what?” he asked, sitting down beside you.

“I was gonna tell Steve today,” you said, laying down on your back. Dustin laid down beside you and put his head on your chest.

“Tell him what?” he asked.

“That I’m bi,” you said.

Dustin was the only other person who knew about your sexuality. Even though he was quite a few years younger than you, Dustin was wiser than people gave him credit for. He was your number one confidant about almost anything. Sure, you had girl friends to talk to, but there was just something about Dustin’s kind and listening ear that made you always go to him. He was the best little brother a girl could ask for, always offering you the last slice of pizza or letting you pick the film for movie night. Plus, he respected your privacy whenever you asked for it, never snooping around or pressing for more information when you clearly didn’t want to give it to him. He was simply the best.

Dustin was also the one who set you up with Steve. He didn’t know what it was, but he just had this feeling that you two would hit it off. And boy was he right. You and Steve were head over heels for each other the minute you met. You thought he was adorable in an endearing and goofy way, and he thought you were perfect in a sweet and dorky way. You became an official item soon after that, and it quickly became nearly impossible for people to think of one of you without thinking of the other.

But there was this secret you had been holding for so long, and you didn’t know how to tell him. You just felt like you owed it to him. It wasn’t that your sexuality would change your relationship at all, but it was a part of who you were, and you felt weird keeping it from Steve. Dustin had been gently pushing you to tell Steve for a while now, but he also knew that it wasn’t his journey and that you would tell him when you were ready.

“There’s no rush for you to say anything,” Dustin said.

“I know,” you sighed. “I just feel like it’s getting to be time. It’s been almost six months, and I just keep sitting on it.” You opened your mouth then second guessed what you wanted to say and closed it.

“What is it?” Dustin asked. “What were you going to say?” You bit your lower lip and put your hand on Dustin’s head, playing with his messy curls that you, sadly, didn’t inherit.

“What if he breaks up with me?” you said.

“What?” Dustin said, turning his head to look at you. “He would never.”

“You don’t know that,” you argued. “He could be totally upset about it and just leave me.”

“Why would he be upset?”

“I don’t know,” you groaned. “I know some guys are weird about that kind of thing. Like, they start to worry that I’ll leave them for a girl or that bisexual is just like another word for lesbian, which it isn’t. I love Steve, and the fact that I’m also attracted to girls doesn’t change that.”

Dustin sat up, propping himself up on his elbows, and turned to look at you. His eyes were wide, and he started to smile. “You love him?”

You hadn’t even realized the words left your lips until Dustin questioned them. Your cheeks started to turn red, and you rolled your eyes. “Isn’t that romantic?” you said. “My little brother knows I love my boyfriend before my boyfriend does.”

“(Y/N), you’ve got to tell him!” Dustin said with a wide smile.

“Tell him what?” you said. “That I love him, or that I’m bi?”

“Both?” Dustin said. You rolled your eyes again. “Look, we both know Steve,” Dustin said. “And I’m sure he loves you, whether you’re attracted to girls and boys or just boys. He’d probably still love you even if you just liked girls.” You laughed lightly and gave him a little shove.

“That’s not exactly helpful,” you said.

“I’m just saying,” Dustin said with a chuckle. “I don’t think you could do anything that could make him leave you.”

You stood up from the bed and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You could see Dustin sitting on the bed looking at you. “I can do this,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ears. “I’m gonna tell him.”

That night, you were hanging out at Steve’s house like you did most Saturday nights. His parents were out, as they always were, so you two were cuddled up on the couch “watching movies.” Realistically, you stopped watching the film the minute Steve started leaving light kisses on your neck. His arm had been wrapped around your waist, and his hand was on your hip, but it was slowly trailing to your thigh, dancing dangerously close to not your thigh.

That boy really knew how to break you.

You sighed sarcastically and turned to face Steve, tossing your leg over his lap and putting your arms around his neck so your fingers could play with his hair. He smiled and put his hands on your waist. “You’re so needy,” you said to him.

“Only for you, babe,” he said back.

You nibbled on your lower lip as Steve started kissing your neck again. You knew you needed to tell him, and while you really just wanted to make out with your boyfriend, the more you put it off, the less likely you’d be to tell him.

“Hey Steve?” you said softly.

“Hm?” he hummed against your neck. You sighed and played with his hair some more.

“I want to tell you something,” you said. “And I just-” You cut yourself off with a sigh as Steve playfully bit your neck. “-I need you to just hear me out, okay?” Steve pulled away from you and brushed some hair away from your face.

“What’s going on?” he asked. You bit your lip again and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

Just say it, (Y/N). Don’t make it so complicated.

“I’m bisexual,” you mumbled. Steve was quiet for about three seconds.

“What did you say?” he asked. You cleared your throat but kept your head on his shoulder.

“I’m bisexual,” you said a little more clearly. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to take a deeper breath. “But this doesn’t change how I feel about you. I really need you to know that. I’m not, I’m not breaking up with you, and it doesn’t change how much I love you, and-”

“You love me?”

You squeezed your eyes closed tighter and mouthed fuck to yourself. You hadn’t meant to say it like that. It was going to be way more smooth and cute, and it was going to be said after you told him the whole bisexual thing.

“Jesus, (Y/N),” Steve almost laughed. “Can you just look at me?”

You sighed and did, pulling away from him and sniffing. You didn’t realize you had tears in your eyes until Steve brushed his thumbs across your cheekbones. “Don’t cry,” he said, frowning slightly. “Why’re you crying?”

“I don’t want you to get mad,” you said, your voice cracking. “And I don’t want you to think that I’m not invested in this relationship or something.”

“I don’t think that at all,” Steve said. You closed your eyes, sighed, and hung your head. “Hey,” Steve said, lifting your chin. “Guess what?” You cocked your head slightly. “I love you, too.” You laughed, but it sounded more like a broken sob.

“You do?” you said.

“Yes,” he said with a laugh. “I do.” He paused and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Can I ask you something, though?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“And I don’t mean any offense by it,” he said. “So if I sound, like, mean or anything, or if this is a rude question, I don’t mean it that way.”

“Okay,” you said, swallowing back your nerves.

“Bisexual,” he said. “It’s not, it’s not like a pitstop to being a lesbian, right? Like, you’re not going to one day discover that you only like girls, are you?” You genuinely laughed at his question and brushed some of his hair away from his forehead.

“It is not,” you said. “I promise it’s not.” You paused. “It’s like this. You’re attracted to girls, but you’re only in love with me, right?” He nodded. “Well, I’m attracted to guys and girls, but I’m only in love with you. It’d be the same if I was only attracted to guys. It doesn’t matter what gender I’m attracted to. I only have eyes for you. This isn’t some-” You laughed. “-pitstop.”

“Was that a rude question?” he said.

“I don’t think so,” you said, furrowing your eyebrows as you thought. “It’s just a very Steve question.”

“Should I be insulted?” he asked, rubbing his thumbs across your skin.

“Mm, no,” you teased. He just laughed and pressed a kiss to your nose. “I love you,” you whispered, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck. He hummed contently at the action.

“I love you, too,” he whispered.

“Thank you for being so normal about this,” you said. “I didn’t know what to expect.”

“‘M always gonna be here for you,” he said. “I promise.”

“Thanks, Stevie,” you said. “And, just so you know, Dustin’s the only other person who knows. So if you could keep this quiet, that’d be-”

“Hey,” Steve said, “it’s not my thing to tell. This is all yours. I’m just here to support you and love you. No matter what.”

Telling Steve felt like finally getting a weight off your shoulders. You didn’t know you had been carrying it until you were finally free of it. You were glad Steve made you feel so comfortable in your identity. You didn’t need his approval or acceptance, but it sure was nice to have it.

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redhoodssweetheart · 5 years

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Kill This Love

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Carol x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Requested: Anon

Warnings: Angst, partying, drinking, swearing

Description: You and Carol were hot and heavy, your relationship never really healthy, and you decide to call it quits when Carol comes home smelling of booze and treating you like all you’re good for is a good time.

A/N: I used the lyrics “Kill This Love” by BlackPink as I wrote this. If you listen to the song it doesn’t really go with the tone of the story because it’s too upbeat for what I wanted, but the lyrics worked for what I was going for. The song is in Korean, but I used the English translation for the lyrics used.

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After a sweet hi, there’s always a bitter bye

After a very crazy high, there’s a price you have to pay

There’s no answer to this test, I’ll always fall for it Yes

I’m a slave to my emotions

Screw this heartless love

You and Carol had met at a bar one night. It had been a long week of school and studies and you just wanted to blow off some steam with your best friends. That’s when you had seen her dancing with her friends. Her blonde hair gleamed under the multicolored lights of the bar, her hips swaying to the music.

You knew right then and there that you needed to know her name and where she had been all this time.

She had caught you staring at her and crooked her finger toward you. That had been it, you had gone over and the two of you quickly abandoned your friends to dance together. They all could care less, they had each come out looking for a good time and were just happy that you had managed to find someone to dance with.

You learned that her name was Carol and she was studying engineering. You had danced with her for the rest of the night and periodically went to the bar to get drinks. As the bar closed down for the night she took you back to her apartment where you wound up spending the night with her.

Look at me Look at you, Who’ll be in more pain?

You smart? Who is? You are

If you cry tears of blood from both eyes

So sorry? Who is? You are

What do I do? I can’t stand being this weak

While I force myself to cover my eyes

I need to bring an end to this love

That was the start of your relationship. Hot and heavy, you were each other’s worlds. Your friends knew it wouldn’t last though. There was a destructive nature to your relationship. You seemed to bring out the worst in each other.

Carol liked to party and while you didn’t mind the occasional outing there were times when you just wanted to stay home and be wrapped up in her. To have her all to yourself. Carol didn’t feel that way, she wanted to show you off to the rest of the world and flaunt you in front of people.

“Come on, Y/N,” she would whine as she gave you her best pleading look. “Come with me to the party. It’ll be so much fun.”

You chewed on your lip and tried to hold onto the fact that you didn’t want to go out tonight. You had a test in the morning and you wanted to relax and study. “I don’t know, Carol. I just want to stay home tonight. Maybe we can go to a party this weekend?”

She huffed, clearly not pleased with your answer, “What happened to the fun Y/N that I met that night in the bar? I want that girl back.”

That made you bristle. You hated it when she said that you weren’t fun. She made you sound like a grandma sitting home on a Saturday with her forty some cats watching I Love Lucy reruns on the TV. “Carol, I have a test tomorrow, you don’t need me to go with you to some stupid frat party,” you pointed out, you couldn’t help the exasperated tone of your voice which seemed to anger her even more.

“Fine, have fun studying tonight,” she turned and stormed out of the apartment.

You sat on the couch and tried to focus on studying, but it was no use. You hated fighting with Carol, something the two of you had seemed to be doing a lot of recently. You really liked Carol and had stood up to your friends over her, but you were starting to wonder if they were right. If Carol was a bad influence on you and that she was only going to drag you down.

Carol’s friends had mentioned it to you before too. You had known some of them from class and they knew what kind of person you were. “Look Carol’s a good person, it’s just that she’s going through shit right now and while it’s not healthy she parties to cope with the stress. She’s just using you as another distraction and when she feels like you aren’t good enough anymore she’s just going to leave you.”

You hadn’t wanted to believe them then, but you could see it now. All she ever really wanted to do was go out to crowded, public places with you and make sure everyone knew who you were leaving with that night. She always complained when you made her watch movies on the couch and she never wanted to do anything outside of bar hopping.

The later it got the more you realized that you probably wouldn’t be seeing Carol again that night. But you tried to stay awake anyway hoping she would be sober enough when she got home that the two of you could have a discussion like actual adults.

It was well past three when you wound up falling asleep on the couch waiting for her to come home.

But you plus me sadly can be dangerous

Lucky me Lucky you

After all, in the end, we lie

So what so what

If I end up forgetting you

So sorry

I’m not sorry

What do I do? I can’t stand being this weak

While I force myself to hide my tears

I need to bring an end to this love

The door opened and Carol strolled in, her clothes were rumbled, there was a lipstick stain on her neck, and her hair was a mess. Your heart broke at the sight of her. “Carol, we need to talk.” Maybe you could talk some sense into her, get her to stop partying. You weren’t ready to give her up yet.

Carol barely glanced at you as she made her way to the kitchen and got a bottle of water out of the fridge. “About what?” She asked, still not looking at you. She was still clearly upset with you from the night before.

“Oh I don’t know, how about all the partying you’ve been doing recently?” You placed your hands on your hips and narrowed your eyes at her. “Or the fact that you always come home smelling like booze?”

Carol downed a glass of water with two headache pills, “What about it? I party, so what?”

“So what?” Your voice was beginning to get louder. “It’s not healthy, Carol! You reek of alcohol, there’s a lipstick stain on your neck, which we’re not even going to begin to discuss. How do you think this is good for you?”

“I like to have fun,” she said as if it were no big deal.

You squared your shoulders, “I’m tired of this Carol. I’m tired of feeling like I’m only good to you if I go to these dumb parties. Sometimes I just want to stay home and study because news flash I’m in college and so are you. What are your grades like Carol? Do you even go to classes anymore? Or are you always in too much of a drunken stupor that you just say fuck it and don’t go?”

She was getting angry now. She didn’t like that you were yelling at her, making the pounding in her head worse. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she snarled. “I’m my own person and I can do whatever the hell I want.”

Your nails dug into your palm as you clenched your fists, “You’re right Carol, you are your own person and you can do whatever the hell you want. I only want what’s best for you because I care about you. But right now I don’t know if you care about me. I think all you see me as is someone you can parade around at these goddamn parties.”

“What does it matter if I want to show you off at parties? You’re my girlfriend aren’t you?”

“Am I though?” You argued back. “Because we don’t really do anything outside of go to those parties and come back here and have sex. Whenever I want to do normal dates you turn your nose up at them. So no Carol, I don’t think I am your girlfriend. I think I’m some sort of prize you like to parade around and I’m tired of it.”

Carol threw up her hands, clearly over this conversation. “Whatever, I’ll be by to get my stuff later.” She made her way to the door and slammed it shut behind her.

You sunk down on your couch and began to cry. You sent a text to your friends and they rushed over to help you before you had to go to class and take the big test. You were nowhere near ready for it in your current state, but you were no longer going to have Carol drag you down with her.

We must kill this love

Yeah it’s sad but true

Gotta kill this love

Before it kills you too

Kill this love

Yeah it’s sad but true

Gotta kill this love

Gotta kill let’s kill this love

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blackpinkstories · 5 years

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Broken bones

Rosé X Reader

Requested by anon

Type: One shot

About: You get in a car crash and your girlfriend Rosé is torn to pieces.

Warnings: Angst and fluff, swearing.

The car came out of nowhere. It snapped your neck forward and knocked the car flying. Luckily, you were the only one in the car so no one else got hurt, but you can’t say the same for yourself.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Rosé was running through the hospital, yelling your name. She had been called as the emergency contact on your medical records, and so when you were checked into the hospital by the ambulance drivers, she was called right away. It was currently 3:00. You were driving to your afternoon/evening shift at a local restaurant when the car hit you. Your parents were yet to be called but as you didn’t live with them, and with your girlfriend, she was the one who was on your emergency contact. No one was with you at the moment as you were still in surgery to remove shrapnel from your body but Rosé spend way over the speed limit as fast as possible. Her heart was racing and her thoughts automatically thought the worst when she got the call.

“Please tell me where Y/N Y/L/N is!” she yelled at the fragile looking woman at the desk. The woman looked startled as she checked through the folders on the computer, uncomfortable under Rosé’s urgent stare. “She’s currently in surgery. If you wait in the waiting room, a doctor will come and get you when she’s out. It may be hours though,” “Okay, thank you,” Rosé sighed as she sat down in the nearest chair against the wall. She tried not to let her thoughts get carried away with what might happen to you as she opened her phone, messaging her friends and letting them know of the situation, and the opening the phone app to call Y/N’s parents. They lived 2 hours away and Rosé wasn’t sure if they’d travel that far until they knew more, so Rosé promised to update them as soon as she got more news. Time was passing slow and she sat, stressed and anxious as she waited for news on her girlfriend. She plugged in her earphones and listened to music that you both like singing to together.

The time was now 7:30 in the evening and finally a stern looking man in a white doctors coat and gold rimmed glasses approached the area. “Here for Y/N Y/L/N?” He called. Rosé stood up hastily and walked the few steps to him. “How is she?” she asked. Her throat was thick with emotions and she felt like she would break down in tears at any moment. “Her surgery was successful, but she is showing no sign of waking up at the moment. You may see her, but please only restrict touching to her hands as everything else is too sensitive to touch and we don’t want to hurt her further. If you follow me,” he walked in front as Rosé processed everything she had just been told. The doctor waited for her to catch up before opening the door of Y/N’s hospital room. He smiled at her sympathetically before he opened the door fully, and Rosé rushed in to you. “Remember only the hands, thank you. I’ll leave you now,” The doctor left and Rosé sat in the chair beside your bed. She took your hand in hers and kissed it gently. In the bed, you looked so small and vulnerable. Rosé send your parents a quick message that you were out of surgery but unconscious.

“Hey baby. I’m not sure if you can hear me but talking to you is always comforting to me. I hope you’re not in pain at the moment. I already miss you so much. I miss your beautiful eyes and lovely smile and gorgeous face. I love you,” Rosé spoke to you, mostly for her own comfort as usually when she was upset, you’d let her rant to you for hours on end. She text her friends to tell her of your condition, to which they replied with their sympathies and even asked to come see her and you. Rosé usually seeked comfort in others, so she encouraged her friends to come, and also because they were your friends too. Also, she told them they should bring food.

The door quietly opened 30 minutes later to reveal your 3 best friends standing there. Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo came in and put the boxes of pizza on the side as they hugged Rosé for emotional strength, and then proceeded to kiss your hand as Rosé had done as it was the only way they could show you affection without worsening your injuries. “How is she?” Lisa asked, passing Rosé a box of pizza. “The doctor said her surgery went well but she’s showing no signs of waking at the moment,” Rosé mumbled. “She looks so broken,” Jennie murmured, standing at the foot of your bed and staring. Jennie was closest to you, of course besides Rosé, and she was struggling. Her and Rosé hugged tight and even shed tears with one another.

Y/N showed no signs of waking for the next 3 months. Rosé was beginning to grow hopeless as she had to work a lot to pay your rent as you obviously weren’t working to help her. Any free moments were spent by your bed side. “I wish you would wake. I’m so tired. Your parents are helping me with the rent so the house is still standing, though it doesn’t feel like it is when you’re not in it. I wish you would show me some sign that you’re okay,” Rosé sighed as she stared at your face. It was less broken and your whole face was now visible, though the bruising looked quite sore. Rosé wept into your shoulder as all her emotions came out. She was hopeless. The doctors were losing hope too, she could tell. Just as though her prayers had been answered, your heart monitor sped up slightly as her fingers moved. Rosé yelled for the doctor as her eyes lit up. Your eyes opened and you blinked a lot as your eyes and head adjusted to the bright, blinding light of the hospital room. The doctor, followed by nurses, came in and checked your vitals. You were yet to talk but your eyes lit up as soon as they had seen Rosé. “How do you feel Y/N?” The doctor asked. “A little broken,” Y/N’s voice was croaky and sore as she had not spoken for months, and she had had many surgeries and things shoved down her throat as the doctors tried to figure out what was stopping you from waking up.

After what felt like forever, the doctors left and you could finally talk to Rosé. She had to restrain herself from jumping on you as you began to talk to her. “I missed you so much. I could hear you talking, and I couldn’t move or talk. It was infuriating,” you said. Your voice was beginning to adjust to how it usually sounds the more you spoke. Rosé began to cry with happiness as she held your hand tight. “I can’t believe you’re really awake. I have been waiting for this moment for 3 months,” “Wait, I’ve been out for 3 months?” “Yeah, in a coma. Your surgery went well but you weren’t giving any signs of waking up,” “Wow. Can I kiss you? It’s really hard not to,” “Of course,” Rosé bent over you and joined your lips. When you broke it, she looked into your eyes tenderly. Her look exudes love, care, passion and patience. “I love you,” you whispered.

You fell asleep, the pain in your body taking over your exhaustion

“Doctor, do you know when she’ll be able to come home?” Rosé had left you as you were sleeping to go find out more about your condition. “I was just about to come to talk to you actually. There may be some problems. Seeing as she’s suffered trauma and I think she might have to learn how to talk again. At the moment, she probably is completely unaware but often we find that people who have been out for this long have struggles. I’m telling you as her girlfriend that if you really love her, you’ll have to be patient. We’ve seen this break up many couples due to the stress it puts on them and you both seem genuinely in love, so it’ll be a shame. Let me know if you have any more questions,” “Thank you,” Rosé didn’t realise the true impact your injuries would have on you.

The following morning, you woke again. You assumed Rosé was still sleeping at home seeing as it was a Saturday, but you were proved wrong when someone opened the door and Rosé was there, along with Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo. Their eyes lit up as they saw you awake, and clearly Rosé had told them they weren’t allowed to hug you when they came in and only sat by your bed. “How do you feel?” Jennie asked. “Like shit,” you laughed. Jennie and the others smiled as Rosé handed you a pastry and some chocolate milk. “Thanks baby,” you said, taking it from her and taking a bit.

Your conversations were interrupted when the doctor knocked on the door and came in. “I hope I’m not interrupting. We are going to take you down to the physiotherapy room to see if you’re still able to walk. I spoke to your girlfriend yesterday about how you might not be able to walk, has she told you?” “No,” you said, looking up at Rosé’s guilty face. “It’s going to take some time. Your friends can come but you can also be alone if you wish. We are going to take you down there where you’ll meet two of our best who will help you,” “Okay, I’ll go alone,” You were stunned at the fact that you might not be able to walk. Your friends looked nervous for you and Rosé looked upset. “Are you sure you don’t want us in there?” Rosé asked before you were wheeled out in a chair. “Actually, Jennie, can you come?” Jennie looked nervously between Rosé and you before nodding slowly. Rosé’s mouth was open slightly. Not only were you annoyed that she didn’t tell you you might not be able to walk, but you were also not ready to be embarrassed in front of her for this.

“It’s okay Chaeng, she doesn’t mean it personally,” Jisoo reassured outside the room that Y/N was in with Jennie. “She’s mad because I didn’t tell her that she’ll have to learn to walk again,” Rosé said. She was good at reading how you felt. She knew you like the back of her hand, and the look you had given her when the doctor had mentioned their previous conversation was enough.

You held onto the bars as you tried to move one leg after the other but your body just wasn’t cooperating. You sighed in exhaustion as you tried time after time. Jennie was there, letting you know it was okay, but you kept getting angry at yourself, her and the physiotherapists trying to help. You fell to the floor for the 8th time and you finally lost it. “Can you all please just leave me alone? I can do it myself!” You yelled, knocking over the post that was helping you stand up. You flopped onto the ground and let your emotions out as the door closed behind you. The room was silent filled only by your angry sobs.

“Chaeng, she needs you. She can’t walk and she’s lashing out. As much as she thinks she’s angry at you, she really needs you,” Jennie told Rosé outside after many hours of being with Y/N, trying to help. “Okay, thanks Jen,” she said.

Rosé took a deep breath before going in. Her eyes immediately were drawn to you as she watched you cry on your side in the middle of the room. She rushed to your side and pulled you close. You buried your head in her chest and balled your fists in her hoodie. “I can’t do it,” you bawled, letting all your emotions go into your girlfriend. She stroked your hair, telling you that you’d get through it together and that she loves you. Every injury in your body was aching as your sobs started to cease. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you to come with me. I am too embarrassed to have yous see me be so weak,” you said, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume and natural smell. “Hey, don’t apologize. We are going to get through this together,” she told you.

The following day, you were allowed to go home, but you had to return every day for physiotherapy.

Rosé drove you home. The car ride was quiet as tensions were high due to your outburst yesterday, and the only sound was the soft murmur of the radio station. “You should call your parents. They haven’t come here as they’re swamped at work but they’ve helped me pay our rent as you were out of work,” Rosé said as you pulled up outside the house. She got out the car and helped you into the wheelchair the hospital had provided. You hated being so powerless in any situation, and depending on another person for everything was something you hated. Rosé wheeled you into your home and put your bags down in the hallway. “Are you okay?” she asked. You nodded without making eye contact with her as you were so ashamed of your current condition. You wheeled yourself into the living room and Rosé helped you onto the couch. She put your legs up on a foot rest and hurried around, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. “Babe. Slow down. You don’t have to do everything for me right away. Get a blanket and come here and we can watch movies and order pizza,” you told her. She smiled at you warmly before rushing into your bedroom and getting a blanket off of the foot of your bed, before rushing back to be next to you. She cuddled close next to you, still cautious of the injuries you had but she was thankful that she was able to be so close to you finally after so long.

The movie you were watching was playing in the background as you were deep in thought. You looked down at Rosé and thought about her, and you guys in your relationship. You were so thankful for her. She was the most loving, kind, caring, patient person you knew and the way she handled this whole situation was admirable to you. She must’ve been going through hell in the past 3 months but she still stuck by your side, loving you and trying to ‘hold down the fort’ all alone. She noticed your staring and looked up at you. “What are you staring at?” she asked. “You,” you replied. She leaned up more to kiss you, and when she tried to break, you pulled her in further and deeper. She sighed in contentment.

“I’m sleepy,” you said, stretching. “Come on, let’s get into bed,” Rosé said happily. She must be so tired herself, but she was still so able to be so positive for you. Once again, she helped you into the wheelchair and wheeled you into the bedroom, ready to help you change into your pajamas. You blushed as she took off your shirt, revealing your bra. You had been in this position many times before, but in this situation, the sheer vulnerability of the closeness of both of you brought a red tint to your cheeks. She seeked consent with her eyes, leading you to nod before she unclasped your bra and exchanged it for a pajama t shirt. You were more than capable to change your shirt alone, but Rosé and you shared the intimate moment as she proceeded to change your pants too. She wheeled you into the bathroom so you could brush your teeth and so she could get changed.

She helped you into bed, kissing you gently on the forehead before running round to her side of the bed. She got in and cuddled up to you, careful to not disturb any other injuries you had. “I love you,” she told you simply. “I love you more,” you said, wrapping an arm round her before drifting off to sleep.

The following morning, you woke to find Rosé gone. Your hand traced where she had been, the warmth lingering. You looked to your bedside table to find a note and a plate of toast. ‘Morning love! I am off to work until 12 and I’ll be back to drive us to physiotherapy at 1. I made you toast and your wheelchair by your bed but if you can’t use it, call me and I’ll come back. Have a good morning, I love you xx’. Rosé’s note made you smile as you placed it back. The toast she had made was still warm, meaning she hadn’t been long gone. You turned on the television as you ate, flicking through the channels before settling on Ellen.

You were in bed for an hour before you decided you desperately needed the toilet and to brush your teeth. You hoisted your legs over the side of the bed so you were sitting up, ready to lift yourself into the wheelchair. You put a little weight on one leg as you were able to lift the other into the wheelchair, and you collapsed safely into the wheelchair. You felt proud of yourself as you went into the bathroom. Rosé had set up support bars so it was easy for you to use the toilet, and she had also rearranged the shower so you could wash yourself in comfort and with ease.

The door clicked at precisely 12:10 and you heard Rosé shuffle around before she appeared. You were sitting in the living room, trying to put your own shoes on but struggling to do so. She smiled at the sight before coming over to help you. “How was the café today?” you asked, kissing her. “It was fun. I made friends with someone else who works there, her name is Chuu. She’s funny. She started today and I had to train her to work the machines and things. Lisa came in too and we spoke for a while. She says she hopes you’re feeling better,” Rosé said, tying your laces for you. “That’s great. That reminds me that I should probably apologize to Jennie for my sudden outburst,” “You should invite her to your session today. She’s not angry at you, don’t worry. We all just want to see you be happy again,” she said. Her words touched you as you picked up your phone from the table and selected Jennie’s contact.

“Hey Y/N! How are you?” Jennie’s chirpy voice resonated throughout the whole house as your phone was on speaker. “I’m doing okay. Listen, I’m really sorry about my outburst. I didn’t mean to take my frustration out on you. I was wondering if you’d like to come with me and Chaeng today to my physio session? It would really mean a lot to me.” you said. “Don’t blame yourself, I understand. I would love to come today. Should I meet you there? At 1, right?” “Yes, 1. Thank you Jen, love you,” “Love you too, see ya!” You hung up the phone and smiled happily. “Told you she wasn’t mad!” Rosé exclaimed. You chuckled at her, her happy face filling your heart with love. You wheeled yourself into the hallway. The only problem now was getting down the stairs. You hadn’t had a stair lift installed yet so Rosé had to try and help you. Something as simple as getting up and down the stairs decreased your mood as you felt so useless. “Hey, don’t be sad, okay? We can get down together. Let’s slide down on cushions!” She disappeared into the living room and grabbed two cushions off of the couch. She jumped on the pillow and slide herself down the stairs. She slid smoothly, laughing as she went. You couldn’t help but laugh too as you saw her smiley face at the bottom of the stairs. She ran back up the stairs and helped yo out of the wheelchair and helped you onto the pillow. With a little push, you were sliding down the stairs. “See? Perfect!” Rosé exclaimed as she walked down the stairs carrying your wheelchair.

Once in the car, you blasted music to get you in a better mood, trying not to think about the harsh battle you were about to fight with your legs.

You and Rosé went into the lobby where Jennie greeted you. She was nervous for your session as she hated seeing you in pain. Rosé was also terrified for your turn, but she knew that if she showed she was anxious, it would unsettle you even more. The nice lady at the desk directed you on where to go and your palms began to get sweaty. The same two people from before greeted you with a positive attitude, which made you feel more at ease.

The session started off hard; your legs weren’t cooperating with your brain. With Rosé’s encouragement and Jennie’s too, you had taken a few steps by the time you had left. The session was 3 hours long, and it involved many stretches and different exercises to help before you ended up actually trying to walk for the last hour and a half.

Rosé decided to celebrate the win with dinner at a restaurant with Jennie, and she invited Lisa and Jisoo too. The 5 of you met and enjoyed the meal together, your mood rejuvenated after the session you felt went well.

The next few agonizing months were spent attending brutal therapy sessions and spending time at home whilst Rosé was out working. You were so proud of her, with the jobs she had taken up to pay your rent and help you. “Are you ready to go? The girls are coming and waiting outside whilst we are in there as we are going to the movies for Lisa’s birthday after,” Rosé called from the bedroom. “Yep!” You were more than happy to start your session to get it over with as you were excited to go out with your friends for Lisa’s birthday after.

“Okay, Y/N, you’re doing great. Hold onto the barriers if you need, and take your time. Try reaching your girlfriend.” Rosé was standing a few meters away from you, helping you as you took a few steps. With ease, you reached her and she squealed in excitement. This time, she took more steps back so you could walk a little further. “No, go further back. I can do it,” Rosé and the physiotherapists eyes widened at your confidence. In your sessions, you were usually so pessimistic. Starting off slow, you used the barriers for support to take a few steps. Your legs were shaky at first but soon they strengthened. Taking a deep breath, you took your hands off of the barriers and only used your legs. Rosé was staring at you, jaw dropped, from across the room as you walked to her steadily. You began to speed up as you got closer and closer to her. Once you reached her, you collapsed with her in tears of happiness. She cried as she told you how proud she was as the therapists looked pleased and even tearful themselves.

You walked around a little more to make sure you really could do it, and the smile never left your face. “Thank you so much for all your help,” you and Rosé told the physiotherapists as you left the room, walking. You walked down the corridor, holding Rosé’s hand and swinging your hands back and forth. You walked into the waiting room where you saw your friends. They were yet to notice you as you walked over to them. “Hey, how was it?” Lisa looked you dead in the eyes. You smiled at her as you waited for them to notice the lack of wheelchair. She looked you up and down before she jumped up, along with Jisoo and Jennie. “Holy shit!” Jennie exclaimed. They hugged you, crying, and smiling. “This is the best birthday gift ever,” Lisa said through tears.

Once you pulled away from them, you grinned at Rosé. The emotions you felt were overwhelming as she pulled you in for a kiss.

#lalisa manoban #Jennie Kim #Jisoo Kim #Rosé #rosé x reader #blackpink #scenario #fanfic #fiction #story #lisa #thai #dance

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platonicvisionimagines · 5 years

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The reader and Wanda are having a sleepover and they invite Vision.

Listen, this is a scenario I wish I could actually experience, and I’m so grateful to you for thinking it up, Darling Anon. Thank you for your patience!

You’re friendly with all the Avengers

It’s an important part of being a member of the team

But being close to Vision meant that you were bound to get close to Wanda

The two of you always enjoyed talking and watching movies together and often gave each other music recommendations

You shopped together at least once a month and were constantly swapping recipes

After a few months of bonding, she had started to tell you stories of Sokovia, of Pietro and her parents

She always appreciated that you never pried beyond what she was willing to say out loud at any given moment and was grateful that she could cry in front of you if she got overwhelmed by the memories

You were honored that she trusted you enough to share such a vulnerable side of herself with you

One day while she’s telling you a funny story about her brother over lunch, she mentions one of her favorite childhood movies and pauses, struck by a sudden realization

“Wanda, you okay?”

“You would love that movie! Things were so unstable in Sokovia when Piet and I were growing up, there weren’t a lot of new films being made. Most of the ones we loved were ones our parents saw when they were young. They weren’t exactly kid-friendly, but they were what we had. Thinking about them now, they’re very predictable, but with the commentary you like to give, you’d have a great time watching every single one.”

“I’d love to watch them with you, Wanda. You think Miss F.R.I.D.A.Y. can pull them up?”

F.R.I.D.A.Y. assures you she can

And you and Wanda decide to make a whole night of it—your mattress in her room, pizza, a Sokovian dessert that she used to make with her dad, and of course, your world-famous chocolate chip cookies

All to the sights and sounds of favorite childhood movies, courtesy of your favorite disembodied AI

You look forward to it for the rest of the week

That Saturday when the two of you get together to start the festivities

You have the same realization at the same time

You voice it first because you know Wanda’s more likely to be shy about it since she never wants you to feel like a third wheel

But she and Vision are always really careful not to be “couple-centric” when you’re with them, so you have no issue bringing it up

“Hey, Wanda. It’s totally cool if you want it to just be the two of us…but you know it’s also totally fine with me if you want to invite Viz.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’d literally love for him to join us. Here—I’ll order the pizza, you go find our favorite synthezoid.”

A few minutes later, you’re finishing up on the phone as Wanda walks in with Vision

When you hang up, he gives you a tentative smile

“I truly don’t want to intrude if you intended to spend the night solely with Wanda.”

“Clearly, you’ve never done a sleepover before, Viz. The golden rule is the more best friends, the merrier.”

And so, the three of you start off your adventure by jumping into the kitchen to bake the cobbler Wanda’s dad taught her to make on the days when Pietro went to the market with their mom

“Pietro would always make the cream with the milk they had just gotten. He was always better at that part than I was. But we would all eat together on the back balcony. The sunsets in Sokovia weren’t usually very pretty, but we never minded much.”

You and Vision complete every instruction under her watchful eye, clarifying each step because you’re highkey terrified you’re going to ruin her favorite dessert

Thankfully, you don’t

Just before you finish, F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerts you that the pizzas have arrived and you answer the door, always loving the expressions of unsuspecting pizza delivery workers when they realize that they’re pulling up to the New Avengers Facility

When you finally settle in, the first round of food at the ready, the opening movie is one of Wanda’s choosing, a film about a group of art thieves and forgers

Following that, you pull up “The Incredibles”

You don’t think about it ahead of time, but when they mention the Superhero Relocation Program, it smacks of the Accords and you quickly pause the film, looking over at Wanda

But she waves off your concern without a word, insistent that you start the movie again

She wears a fond smile every time Dash is on-screen

Another parallel you hadn’t considered

And laughs really hard every time he does something silly, telling you and Vision that Pietro was the same way growing up, even before he got his speed

The “no capes” part?

Vision is gone

You watch one more Sokovian movie after that before baking cookies and breaking out one of the other pizzas

By the time the marathon part of the night is over, Wanda has managed to teach you and Viz some basic Sokovian

Viz, of course, picks it up without issue

But Wanda is actually very impressed with how well you do for your first time

Every time one of the movies used one of your newly learned vocab words, you yelled it triumphantly, which Wanda and Vision both found hilarious

The three of you build a fort in the middle of Wanda’s floor and settle into casual conversation, laughing often and giving one another silly dares

You and Vision definitely get into a friendly argument about who can do a better job braiding Wanda’s hair and have to declare a contest to provide a true answer

Wanda awards you first place before kissing her boyfriend’s cheek briefly to break his playful pout

The night lasts to the near-morning hours when you and Wanda finally fall asleep while listening to her Spotify playlist

Vision quietly leaves the two of you to sleep, making sure both of you are covered by blankets with pillows under your heads

When the two of you wake up just past the threshold where morning transforms into afternoon, you head downstairs and are greeted by three place settings and an array of brunch foods (including the last of your pizza), Vision washing dishes at the sink

When you and Wanda ask what’s going on, he dries his hands before explaining that it’s his way of thanking you both for including him in a very fun night that helped him feel even closer to his two favorite people

You’re touched by his efforts, both of you thanking him in Sokovian

But you wouldn’t be a best friend if you let him off easy

“Did you get Steve or Bucky to make the French toast?”

“You’ve both seen me practicing my cooking. Is it so unlikely that I could have improved enough to put this together?”

“You’re right, I have seen you practice, and that’s how I know your bread doesn’t get this golden. So which of the vets was in the mood for breakfast this morning?”

“…”

“Sergeant Barnes insisted.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he did.”

May all your sleepovers be filled with food, fun, and French toast! Thank you again for your patience with this request, my dear–I know you sent it a while ago!

#Vision #Viz #The Vision #Victor Shade #platonic!Vision x Reader #Vision imagines #Avengers imagines #MCU imagines #Marvel imagines

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soriseerakyra · 7 years

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For Worse

This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^) part two: here

You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“...Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that's pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don't,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

“This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce's shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother's jewelry boxes and perfume bottles. He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother's closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he's consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he's pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason's wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce's neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce's neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

“We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We're sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

You smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank you.”

#bruce wayne #bruce x reader #bruce imagine #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #batman imagine #batman x reader #batman #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #batmom #batfamily

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blackpinkstories · 5 years

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Quidditch

ROSÉ X READER

Requested by anon/.

Type: One shot

About: Your house, Ravenclaw, are winning against Slytherin until Jennie Kim knocks you off your broom. Luckily, Rosé is there to help.

“Baby! Come on!” Y/N heard Rosé call her from the tunnel. She had just finished tying her laces when she heard her. “Coming!” Y/N grabbed her room and headed out onto the Quidditch pitch. Today was the game against Slytherin. Y/N was particularly nervous for this game as Slytherin were known for their foul play, and her bitter rival, Jennie Kim, was a very good Beater. “You look hot in that,” Rosé said. She was also in Ravenclaw, a chaser on your team. Y/N blushed as she walked to her position on the field, not too far away from Rosé. “Isn’t it Hogwarts’ best Seeker? Not for long,” Jennie taunted as the whistle blew. All 14 brooms rose into the air, and Y/N’s eyes immediately started darting around for the snitch.

The game was slow, and Slytherin was winning 14-9. “Chaeng, to your left,” Y/N warned as she zoomed past, still looking for the snitch. A bludger narrowly missed Rosé’s head. “Thanks babe!” She yelled as she chased down the quaffle. On the pitch, Rosé and Y/N worked very well together, and it was one of the reasons Ravenclaw were the best at Quidditch.

Y/N saw a glint in the corner of her eye. She turned to see the snitch, fluttering around. She narrowed her eyes and angled her body so she could move as fast as possible. Of course, Jennie Kim noticed and immediately chased Y/N too, sending a bludger at her as often as possible. Her heart rate was slowly rising as she began to close down on the snitch whilst trying to avoid the bludger’s Jennie was still firing at her. Action below them had slowed as everyone in the stands and the players were watching them. Rosé bit her lip anxiously but proudly as she watched her girlfriend fly around skillfully. She gasped when Jennie rode up beside Y/N, clearly saying something to her. The Slytherin seeker was now hot on their tale, adding extra pressure on Y/N as people screamed for her. “Look at your hot girlfriend down there. Wouldn’t it be great if I fucked her?” “Shut up Kim. You touch her and I’ll-” “I bet she’d love it. She looks like a dirty girl,” “I said shut up Jennie. Stop talking about her like that,” Y/N was too distracted in arguing with Jennie that she didn’t realise the snitch was right in front of her, or that she was nearly being knocked off her broom.

“Quit it Kim,” Y/N snarled as she reached her hand out for the snitch. Jennie, in her frustration at how close Y/N was to winning, pushed Y/N as hard as she could. Y/N flipped off her broom and the stadium screamed in fright. From that height, Y/N would die.

Rosé flew as fast as she could toward Y/N. The wind was whistling in her ears and she could barely keep her eyes open but all she could think of was Y/N. She grabbed her arm to try and pull her onto her broom, but she lost grip and Y/N kept falling. There was a loud thud when she hit the ground and Rosé was the first to her side. Y/N lay lifelessly as her head was bleeding. Rosé’s teammates were soon surrounding, worried for their best team mate. They were pushed out the way by the matron and nurses to take her straight to the hospital wing. “Wait, there’s something in her hand!” Jisoo yelled. Jennie glared at her teammate. “It’s the snitch!” Madam Hooch grabbed the snitch from Y/N’s bloody, unconscious hand and raised it in the air. “Ravenclaw win! Jennie Kim, follow me,” Madam Hooch demanded.

Y/N was in the hospital wing, her heart beat steady. Rosé had no lessons due to the match so she stayed by her girlfriend’s side, only leaving to get food from the Great Hall for the both of you. Many people came to visit in the following hours, even members of the Slytherin team who apologized for Jennie’s violent behavior. “Rosé,” Jennie stood in the door, guilt written across her face. Rosé rolled her eyes. “Uh, I just came to say sorry. And sorry for what I said about you,” Jennie dropped a package and disappeared out the door before Rosé could ask what was said.

“Chaeyoung?” Y/N murmured. Her fingers moved a little as she applied pressure to Chaeyoung’s hand. “I’m here! Madam Pomfrey! She’s awake,” Rosé called. Madam Pomfrey appeared round the corner and smiled at Y/N. “How do you feel, Miss Y/L/N?” “My head hurts,” she commented. Rosé smiled at her, full of love and relief. “Yes, I can expect so. Please take it easy. You’ve been unconscious for 10 hours,” “10 hours?” Y/N turned to Rosé as Madam Pomfrey disappeared. “Yes, you have no idea how worried I’ve been,” “You should’ve gone and enjoyed your Saturday! I must’ve been so boring,” Y/N made Rosé giggle. “It was okay. Loads of people came and gave you presents and even Jennie came. She apologized,” Rosé handed Y/N the small package Jennie had dropped off. “Really?” Y/N asked, unwrapping the package quickly. She opened the box and the snitch lay, cleaned from Y/N’s dry blood. “Wow, so I caught the snitch then?” “Yep, we won. Y/N, Jennie apologized for what she said about me. What were you guys talking about up there?” “Uhh, she said some bad things. She called you a dirty girl and started talking about fucking you,” “That’s why you argued?” “Yeah,” Y/N said sadly. “Hey, look at me,” Rosé held Y/N’s face in her hands. “I don’t care what she says about me. The only person I’m ever going to do any of the stuff she did with is you. I don’t want you getting so distracted again. When you fell out my grip when you fell, I thought my heart stopped. I never want you to get yourself into that situation again. Is that clear?” “You tried to catch me?” “Yes of course, if you fell from that height all the way, you would’ve died. Even Madam Pomfrey said you would’ve, so I’m not exaggerating.” “So you saved my life?” Y/N smirked as Rosé began to blush. “I guess so,” she mumbled. Y/N wrapped her arms around Rosé and pulled her closer, sealing her lips in a kiss. The heart monitor began to beep as Y/N’s heart skipped when she kissed Rosé. “Come here,” Y/N shuffled up so Rosé could slide in the bed next to her. Y/N immediately squashed up to her and settled with the warmth from her girlfriend’s body keeping her warm. “Careful of your back! You hit it pretty hard,” Rosé said, fiddling with Y/N’s fingers. “It’s okay,” Y/N said.

They lay in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth of one another. Y/N could get used to this. The girl of her dreams, the moon shining through the window, and lots of food. If her injuries weren’t so bad, maybe she would be even more happy. “I love you so much. I can’t believe I’m here with you. I also can’t believe how lucky I am. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met and you’re here with me! I just am so in love in this moment, I don’t want you to ever leave,” Y/N said. She really was so happy with Rosé, her heart was bursting and her face was hurting from smiling. “I love you too, so much. I think we are both so lucky to be so in love at such a young age. Around you, I feel 100% comfortable and at ease. I feel like I can do anything. I’m so proud of you, especially how good you are at Quidditch.” “Wow, you’re amazing,” Y/N responded simply.

They stayed awake for another hour before Y/n heard Rosé’s soft sniffles next to her. “Chaeng? What’s wrong?” “I can’t believe I didn’t catch you. I really thought you were going to die,” Y/N’s heart broke at the sight of Rosé being so upset over something she can’t control. “Baby, listen. It’s okay! You don’t need to stay hung up over it. I’m okay, I’m alive. I know I’m alive because I can feel my heart beating very fast right now. You can’t blame yourself for this. You saved my life, remember babe?” Y/N wiped the tears from Rosé’s cheeks before kissing her firmly. “I don’t want you to cry,” she said. They kissed again, their love mixed with every other emotion they felt.

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