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adventuringblind · 3 months

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The Wolf, The Bunny, and the Muppet

Carlando X Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Carlos makes plans, Lando doesn't follow them, and punishment ensues. She's just trying to look cute, is that really so hard?

Warnings: Mildly dark Carlos, Denial, Overstimulation, Bondage, Degradation, Praise, PinV, Marking, Heavy subspace, Lando being a pain, BDSM, unprotected sex (not condoned), crying, anal with mild prep,

Notes: So... this is a thing. I fell in love with this towards the end. Dark Carlos is my new favorite thing. Hope the requester appreciates my effort because this was A LOT. Jk, kinda, but I do hope you like it!!

Side note: feeding my praise kink fuels my motivation to write. I am lacking that currently.

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It's not often Carlos makes a pre-planned effort to put a scene together. He's calculated, sure, but he can also go with whatever the situation calls for.

This weekend is different. He has something he wants to try and has made his partners aware of the plan. It's not often he gets to delve into non-sexual domination. The kind that builds up into something more.

He'd been very clear about the rules after getting them off on Thursday. Hopefully enough to satisfy them (Lando) until Sunday night where he would tear them apart and put them back together.

Lando has always been the trickier of the two. She does whatever Carlos says. Lando can but chooses not to.

Needless to say, that if Lando breaks any of the rule's things will become significantly more difficult for everyone involved. Mostly for himself, but Carlos also doesn't really want to put that much effort into doing something different.

Friday is easy. Lando isn't pent up, both are dressed in outfits he'd picked out, and haven't complained about it. Not that he's expecting it. He's not going to put them in something they aren't comfortable with.

Friday practice goes well. Enough for Carlos to have the energy to tease the pair. He leaves them wanting more, for obvious reasons. There is something so satisfying about having to people who love and trust you, begging for anything you give them. Carlos loves this feeling; addicted to it like a drug.

The climate they are racing in is warm enough that Carlos can comfortably have the female wear a dress that barely brushes the tops of her thighs. It's skimpy, and he loves it. He loves the attention she's getting and how people are gawking at her. There is a primal satisfaction deep down because he knows full well she's his.

On the other hand, he had to wrestle Lando's hoodie away from him. The risk of overheating left Carlos is a predicament. The result being a grumpy Brit who wants to die of a heat stroke but complied regardless.

He manages through qualifying fine. Knowing he's going to find his girl in the garage waiting for him. Carlos gets through media with a PR approved smile. Still eyeing Lando and the fact that he is back in his sweatshirt.

Carlos edges him for hours when they get back to the hotel. His precious girl sits right at his feet, waiting patiently for direction. Eyes glazed over at simply being made to watch and wait.

Lando is sweating horrifically. Carlos left him in the sweatshirt, making him regret his earlier misdemeanors. The Brit is slobbering on the sheets, begging for some reprieve. Carlos helps him take a cold shower when he thinks Lando has learned his lesson.

He makes the podium on Sunday. He's elated, walking on cloud nine. Satisfied with his adrenaline-fueled kisses to his lovers in a back corner before he heads to do media.

It's back in the garage when Charles starts laughing at an Instagram post. It draws Carlos' attention. He looks over to see what's on the screen, only to clench his jaw in utter disbelief.

Lando, is openly flirting with Oscar. His smug look says he knows exactly what he's doing. Of everyone, it had to be Oscar. It could've been Max for all he cared. Oscar just grates on his nerves with the way he looks at Lando.

He ends up having to stay later than expected. Lando had said he was heading back to the hotel to order dinner for them since he was done. Maybe try to make amends for his earlier stunt.

Carlos takes his girl with him. He watches her shudder as he praises her for being all weekend. Not like he expected anything different. Carlos broke her a long time ago. He's still breaking Lando.

He keys the room open, expecting to see food on the table and Lando sitting patiently. What he hears instead is Lando moaning. The sheets shifted around underneath his writhing body.

Carlos just stands and watches for a minute. Lando is clearly aware he's is but making no attempt to stop. The sounds he's letting out are exaggerated and whiny. Terribly desperate for something Carlos won't give him.

"Mmm - Oscah..."

And Carlos snaps. Any semblance of self-restraint disappears. The stoic facade he was trying to keep dissolves into a fiery anger. Red hot and boiling in his stomach.

Carlos storms over to Lando and flips him without any difficulty. He pins him with one hand and undoes his belt with the other. "What a fucking brat. You can't be a slut for one second can you?"

Lando is whining underneath him. It's a pathetic noise, and Carlos soaks up every bit of it. "Desperate little thing." He wraps Lando's wrists in his bet and tightens it. The Brit lay bare and vulnerable at the mercy of Carlos' decisions.

Carlos spares a glance at the female. She has stripped her own clothes and is kneeling by the bed. He wants to drown in the sight and ravish her until neither of them can breathe. "Must you ruin my plans, Landito?"

"Just wanted to feel you."

"Yeah, you're going to feel me for weeks after I'm done with you."

Carlos motions for the girls to come to him on the bed. She crawls to him, big eyes clouded with want. "You're so perfect, amour. I'm going to reward you for being so good this weekend. Lando will watch and take notes."

Lando whines as Carlos rolls him onto his back. Rough and calloused fingers grip at Lando's hips. They tease the sensitive areas where Lando needs him most. Cock achingly hard and dripping.

"Stay put and I might let you cum tonight."

Carlos moves closer to the angelic female, looking at him like he is the only thing in the world. He strips off his own clothes and pulls her body closer to his. The skin on skin alone has her eyes rolling back.

He pushes her head lower. Her mouth opens to receive his cock with no hesitation. She wraps her lips around him with such skill that Carlos can only get lost in it. Hand buried in her hair if only to worship her. There is no need to guide or hold as he bucks his hips up and hits the back of her throat.

It's impossible for him not to take advantage of her mouth. It is harder to stay away from the edge of ecstasy. But he manages, he pulls her off him and slams his lips onto hers.

His fingers slips into her cunt with ease. Wet from the weekend of waiting. The anticipation of feeling him finally comes to fruition.

"Sir, please - I need you." The brg falls from her lips like it's her first language. All she knows is him; drowning in the way his fingers rub against her g-spot. "Need to be filled by you."

Carlos can't deny the girl anything. He burries himself in her. Eye's burning holes into Lando's as he snaps his hips at a relentless pace. "How does it feel knowing this could've been you?"

Lando whines and pouts, hips bucking towards the spainard to find the friction he needs. Carlos grants him nothing but a handprint on his ass. Tears spring into his eyes at the sting. It grants Carlos a sick kind of satisfaction.

His girl pants his name. Her tongue sticks out of her mouth in search of him. The only satisfaction she gains is from being good for Carlos.

He feels her tighten around him, alerting him that she's on the edge. "Wait for me, I'm almost there." He whispers against her skin. She scratches at his back as he picks up the pace. Her own way of claiming him, it sends Carlos' head spinning.

She's begging for it but waiting so patiently. The control he has over her is intoxicating. He could keep her like this forever, but she's been good and deserves a reward.

"Cum for me, you've been so good princessa." She tightens around him, walls refusing to let up. Her body jolts in the pleasurable waves of dopamine and serotonin.

Carlos finishes with a few sloppy thrusts, painting the inside of her white. The only thing left is their heavy breathes as they bask in the high.

Carlos praises her as he pulls out. She whines at the loss of him, so he places a hand on her hip to ensure she knows he's present while in a vulnerable headspace. It's endearing how she needs him.

"See that Lando? Do you think you can be good? Can you listen to my words like the good boy I know you are?"

Lando is sobbing. Putty in the hands of Carlos. Broken and beautiful. Just the way he should be.

Carlos takes pity on him. Places Lando in-between the girls' legs. He waits, unmoving inside of his perfect girl.

He drips lube all over his fingers and takes care in opening up the Brit, but leaves him right enough to ensure a bit if a sting still.

Lando is keening. He's trying so hard not to move; to be good for Carlos.

Carlos takes his time sinking into the Brit. Each movement sends him further into the warmth of his Carlos' perfect girl. Lando is sobbing now, begging for anything Carlos is willing to give.

Carlos finally gives in. He show the two of them to mercy. Teeth clamping onto Lando's neck to mark him and fingers pinching the girls nipples causing her to shreik.

Perfect for him.

His.

All his.

Carlos fucks them into overstimulation. He's relentless and refuses to let the moment go to waste. Not when they are sobbing in pure ecstacy.

They chant his name, and he feeds off it. He could live in this place. Only hearing them worship him for the rest of his life.

Finally, he slows. He pulls out gently and whispers words of encouragement and praise. He kisses up and down their bodies and worships them because they are completely his.

He cleans them up with gentle hands, let's them know how much he loves and adores them.

Carlos cuddles them to sleep. The feeling of their hearts beating on either side of him only sends him further into the chasm of adoration for the two.

Hearts that are beating with his in tadem.

Hearts that beat for him.

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nonclassyparty · 6 months

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sunday, 04:23 (j.wy)

title; love, gimme love, gimme love, i don't need it, but i'll take what i want from your heart and i'll keep it in a bag, in a box, put an x on the floor, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more

summary; wooyoung is your sworn enemy but hooking up with him becomes a habit you just can't seem to quit (gen v au)

notes; part two of a drabble series called 'rule of thumb' set in the gen v universe where y/n is a bigender superhero and wooyoung is a blood bender. drabbles are posted in chronological order, there is no updating schedule.

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your mouth feels dry and your throat burns as you shuffle through the dark of wooyoung's dorm where he soundly sleeps in his bed, head buried in the pillows and naked back on full display. so, you might've made a mistake of falling asleep after you two had sex.

you grip your phone, turning on the flashlight which makes you squint your sensitive eyes as you try to gather around your clothes.

you have no idea how you let this happen. you weren't even drunk last night, just pissed off at wooyoung who he kept plastering himself all over you and obnoxiously laughing every time you'd push his arm away because he enjoyed making you mad at the party you were both at last night. he was so fucking annoying, yet you still didn't decline his invite back to his dorm.

an accident that kept happening more often than you'd like.

one time in an alley behind a nightclub where you both shoved your hands down each other's pants with your lips glued together, barely breaking apart to catch your breaths.

another time in your dorm floor's bathrooms where wooyoung fucked you after a party which wasn't exactly your proudest moment because those bathrooms are nasty and anyone could've walked in. including the invisible guy from the third floor that never passed up an opportunity to be a perv.

and then last night. it was the first time you've done it in an actual bed. wooyoung's bed.

you had the right mind to make sure none of your friends saw you leave together at least.

being ranked second came with certain benefits like having a suit all to himself to serve as his dormitory. it was surprisingly tidy now that you flash the light over the dark room, you didn't get a chance to ogle it over properly a couple of hours ago as you were...preoccupied.

wooyoung squirms behind you and you think he's only moving in his sleep, until his voice cuts through the silence;

"jesus christ, y/n, turn that shit off. my head is fucking killing me."

"i'm trying to find my clothes."

wooyoung groans dramatically, flipping onto his back with his arm settling over his eyes. you think he's gone back to sleep again but he continues talking.

"what time is it?"

"almost four-thirty. go the fuck back to sleep." you tell him, clumsily pulling your jeans on.

wooyoung turns on his side, smushing his face against the pillow as he watches you wave the flashlight on your phone around while trying to get dressed.

"you're leaving?"

"yes." you answer because it's obvious. you clear your throat, pulling the sweatshirt over your head, "sorry for falling asleep, it was an accident."

his brows furrow, "it's fine?" wooyoung's head picks up to look around his room until he realizes it's far too dark to see anything, so he just plops it back down against the pillow. "i had fun last night, you really know what you're doing in bed, y/l/n."

you roll your eyes despite him not being able to see you, "oh my god, will you please shut the fuck up?"

"hey, you're the one that fucking woke me up at four-thirty in the morning."

"well go back to sleep then. you're not the one who has to walk back in this cold and dark."

he yawns, "so stay over."

you look at him like he's stupid. "yeah, so jongho can see me in your room when he wakes up to go to the gym in three hours. no thanks."

jongho's room is right across from wooyoung's.

wooyoung frowns at your dismissive tone, he shrugs, "why is that such a horrible thing? is this supposed to be a secret or something?"

"no but i'm not exactly looking to advertise the fact that it happened."

"why are you acting like we won't be doing it again?"

"we won't." you tell him, pulling on your jacket and fixing the hood of it, "this isn't happening again."

maybe saying it out loud will actually make you stick to it.

his head tilts, "you say that every time we fuck and i think the basic rule of thumb is if you say it won't happen again then it definitely shouldn't happen again. this is, like, the fourth time we've hooked up in the past month."

you give him a sarcastic smile, "and the last."

"okay, see you next weekend."

"oh, go fuck yourself."

"text me when you get to your room."

"go the fuck back to sleep, wooyoung."

"i will after you text me when you get to your room."

you don't grace him with a response but simply open the door and slam it shut after yourself.

the moment you walk into your dorm, you shove your jeans and jacket off of you and bury yourself into the warm comfort of your bed. yeosang finds that it's the perfect opportunity to walk into your room like it's equally as his.

"back from your sexcapade with wooyoung?" his voice makes you jump as you scramble to sit up in bed, still in your blanket burrito.

"jesus christ, yeosang! you can't just do that!"

he frowns, sitting down on the chair by your desk, "you gave me a spare key."

"yeah, in case of emergency."

"you're hooking up with wooyoung, i'd say this is an emergency."

your roll your eyes, flopping down to lie on your bed again, "no, it is not. and it's barely five in the morning, why the fuck are you up?"

he looks down at his plaid pajama bottoms, "the pressing weight of everyone's dreams and thoughts on this floor doesn't let me sleep at night."

yeosang's ability was a burdening one, being a mind reader and controller couldn't be anything else but heavy on your own psyche so you sit up again, gaze softening in genuine concern before it quickly switches into a glare as yeosang snickers in your face.

"i'm fucking with you. i was gaming and heard your door getting unlocked."

"asshole."

"yeah, yeah. but let's get back to the discussion at hand." he says moving on the wheels of your chair across the room to the small cupboard where he knows you keep snacks and pulling a bag of cheetos out, immediately opening it and popping one in his mouth

you sigh, falling face first into your pillow, "there is nothing to discuss, yeosang."

"see but i don't think that's true."

"did wooyoung tell you something?"

"nope, he's been surprisingly tight-lipped about whatever the two of you are up to." is yeosang's reply that brings an irrational pang to your chest.

the thought of wooyoung, who can't keep his mouth shut for more than five seconds let alone a secret, being quiet about the two of you just makes you think he's trying to hide it because he doesn't want anyone else to know that he's...doing stuff...with you.

"i don't think it's that." yeosang is quick to tell you and you look at him confused before another glare sets on your face when you remember that you're friends with a fucking mind reader.

"there's nothing to discuss. nothing that matters anyway."

yeosang sighs, "y/n..."

"he's straight. i know how this ends, trust me."

and it ends with you eventually getting your heart broken one more time because someone you got attached to only wants you in one form, making you relive your teen years where your first boyfriend only ever wanted you to be a girl and you complied to make him happy. not much was different any of the times you tried dating in college that soon enough you gave up on it completely.

"i don't think wooyoung is like any of those people, y/n."

"well, i don't think he's not either." you mumble, face smushed against your pillow as you avoid yeosang's stare. you hate that he knows how sad that makes you. you wish you didn't care what jung fucking wooyoung thought about you.

"it's a little unfair to be upset with him because you think you need to be a girl every time you hook-up."

you frown at that. doesn't yeosang understand that it's easier to be with wooyoung when you're in the form you're sure he's into?

"how do you know that he's only into you when you're a girl? did you ever talk about that with him?"

no.

and he didn't have a problem with you shifting mid-kiss that first time either. he even kissed you first after that. for fuck's sake, he even let you go down on him. but then he said-

"what? what did he say?" yeosang's brows pinch together, "did he say something bad? should i go kick his ass?"

you roll your eyes, willing yourself not to think about it so yeosang's doesn't know. maybe you should let yeosang know because wooyoung deserves to be berated for it. what he said was stupid and shitty. still, you don't.

"no, he didn't say anything." you bury your face into your pillow again but not before shooting yeosang another glare, "and stay out of my head."

"geez, fine. no more picking apart at your complicated, self-sabotaging and emotionally constipated brain." he holds up his hands innocently but you know that you can trust him not to do it again during this conversation. yeosang is cool like that. "still, i think wooyoung likes you. but don't tell him i said that, he'll say i'm breaking bro-code or whatever although i don't see how that's breaking code when both of you are my friends."

you snort, "wooyoung does not like me and i don't like him either. we hate each other's guts."

"jesus christ," yeosang groans, still chewing on your snacks before seemingly giving up on trying to reason with you, "fine, whatever makes you sleep at night."

"it's true." you continue stubbornly, at this point trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "he's straight."

"okay, let's say that's true, then are you just intentionally trying to hurt yourself by hooking up with him? because you know nothing will come out of it?" yeosang's gentle tone does nothing to soften the blow those words bring and you decide that this conversation must end now.

"i don't want to talk about this anymore."

"y/n-"

"i want to sleep now, yeosang. i'm tired." your voice is muffled under the pillows and blankets, you hear him sigh.

"fine."

you hear shuffling before eventually the door opens and closes again. your eyes finally slip shut and you try your hardest to not think of jung wooyoung or how warm would you be if you actually decided to stay this morning.

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gabenvrhappened · 4 months

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MusicOr... Vertigo by Griff

Favorite Lyrics: I wasn't asking for a lifetime ⬩ I was just asking you to take my hand ⬩ Just for a minute or a night ⬩ Was it too much to ask? ⬩⬩ Said, "Don't look down" and then you do ⬩ You put your past on me and you ⬩ Think you got problems, I have too ⬩ You ran from love, that's nothing new;

How can I be so terrified of love? I came to this conclusion today while discovering Vertigo by Griff. There I was in the kitchen, listening to a random playlist my roommates had picked for their breakfast when this song came on. At first, I just loved the vibe and the beat, so I decided to download it and listen while going to the gym. To make sense why I felt the need to write about this song here, we have to go back to the night before when I went to a pub with the sister of my best friend's girlfriend.

I had never seen her, or the two friends she brought, and we had the most fun night. Being a person that has the ending of things as its mortal enemy, I wanted to keep the night alive by going to my favorite club here in London. But it didn't feel quite right to go, especially because it was really cold. So, in the middle of the trip, I decided to take the East direction instead of the West, and then I was safe at home a few minutes later. To fill that void of missed connections, I ventured into dating/hookup apps. If you're one of those people that often download then delete these kinds of apps, you'll know what I've been going through.

So, hearing Griff say that we are all scared of love hit me hard in the jugular. I pride myself so much as a person that likes my own company, that knows what I don't want, but, at the end of the day, I don't know what I really want. And I don't even know myself. I mean, I know myself and I know what I want, but not deep down in my bones. Parts of me still think that I can find love in digital menus. Parts of me still think that I can delve into unknown adventures with unknown people. Because, that's conceptually so cool. Feeling the danger and being rewarded by that. But that's not who I am. I have too much going on in my mind to be able to undress myself in front of someone that wouldn't understand my scars. That can think that they could've made a better decision in a sea of so many better options.

I tell you that I don't know myself, not good enough at least, because I sometimes kid myself into thinking that I can be that casual person. When I'm on the high top of life, I truly believe I can be this type of guy, but the truth is that I can't. Part of that lies in the fear I have of things going right. My whole life was based on challenges. Was based on betting if I could discover people, like a treasure hunt. All I ever knew were things that would start but would never really be something. So, if something can actually be a thing, I don't know how to react. Especially on apps where you only connect with people by seeing their photos. Their perfectly curated shoots that only show their best positions in their best lights. Under the right light, I wrote in a song today, I could be the love of your life. When it's all said and done, however, I'm not the guy that can build a whole foundation on just that. I need more. I need something more solid. First because I'm scared of being judged by someone that doesn't know who I am inside, and it's only seeing the outside; and secondly because I too can get corrupted into thinking I could have made a better decision, if the only cards I've been delt with were a couple of words and pictures.

That makes me realize, then, that I'm better off alone. If falling in love is always falling for guys that won't even look at me because I'm too bellow their league, then why bother even trying to find one (because, after all, all it takes is one right person). But then I catch myself watching this cute guy in a blue sweatshirt that he always uses to go to the gym. And then I catch myself running to a guy in the middle of the mall to ask for his number. Because, just as much as my life is based on things that never really develop into something, my whole life was also based on trying. I can't, for the life of me, not try. So I have to be the one asking for your number. I have to be the one that will watch you from across the room (and you will notice and then you'll start to walk in front of me, even with many other places for you to pass trough). When, deep down, all I wanted was to be the one that someone would ask for the number and watch me across the room. But I never give them this chance.

We are all scared of love, aren't we? Maybe that's why I want so bad to control everything, because if I have control to start things, I have the power to end them as soon as it gets too real. So, while I was exercising and losing myself in this song, I thought that maybe my salvation would be if someone actually came up to me and asked for my number and showed interest in me, without me looking for it, without me wanting to be the one with the hands on the wheel. Maybe then, this new gear could be the break of the curse? The problem is that I still look over my shoulder most of the time, waiting for the next person I will fall in love with. How many times have I said to myself "you don't look behind you anymore, Gabe".

Yesterday, with these three new friends, we talked about "what makes us cool", and I said, beyond many things I thought a character in a movie would say, that I am always flirting or falling in love because I was a sucker for pretty faces. So maybe it's just too late to change my ways, and maybe I think I need to cement deep inside my head that it's just me, myself and I, because when I think it doesn't have to be, I lose myself into hopes of love I will never reach because I'm a too messed up person. Sometimes, I want so many things and I delude myself into thinking I can get them, but the honest, cold, brutal truth is that we can't be everything we dream to be. I just wish I could be in peace with that because, as long as I am not, I'm in a constant state of vertigo and that sucks bad. Real bad.

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mrs-johansson · 3 years

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With fire and blood - Chapter 1: Iron Man II - Dreaming of you

Part 4:

*morning*

My alarm was right on time, screaming at 5:30 am. Turned on my back and let out a long breath. More like a sigh. I checked the bruises on my ribs and it looked bad. I was all purple and stuff.

Got out of bed and got ready then made my way into the kitchen. Had a protein shake and grabbed a bottle of water, which I slipped into my gym bag. "What are you doing?" I jumped as I heard my dad's voice. "Why are you sneaking on me like that?" I turned around to see him leaning to the doorway with his arms crossed. "You're up really early." "I'm always up early, you just don't see me because you sleep till 12." Put on my sweatshirt and walked to the door. "I'm gonna go train. Call me if you need anything." I said then left.

Walking on Malibu's streets this time was very calming. The rain from last night still has its significant smell in the air and the barely cold weather was very refreshing, let's say. A couple of minutes later I saw the huge S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

"Morning Agent Stark." The guy at the front desk said with a sweet smile. "Good morning." Agent Stark... how cool is that. I smiled at the thought of me doing something significantly different than Stark Industries and not being known for that here. "What made you smile this early in the morning?" The deep voice of the red-headed agent knocked me out of the joy. "Huh? Nothing. Good morning anyways." I smiled as I put down my bag on the bench nearby. "Morning." She was not having it that's for sure. "I see you're not a morning person. But me being super amazing, I brought you a peanut butter protein shake." I handed her the bottle. She looked at me confused. "What?" I asked. "No one brings me stuff." She said as she slowly took the shake. "Well, I'm here now, so... get used to it." I changed my shoes and started wrapping my hands. "You're doing it wrong." She said from next to me. "I always do it like this." I looked up at her but she already kneeled in front of me and took the bandage out of my hand. "Oh okay." She rolled it back up, held my hand for a second, and then she pulled back quickly. I left my hand on my thigh, kinda disappointed. "Did you get hurt last night?" She asked without looking at me. "From last night?" I acted dumb. "I saw you guys in the news." She said, our eyes met for a split minute before she looked away very fast. Wow, she is something else. "I uhm... No, I'm fine. Nothing serious." I already regret what I just said because she looked me dead in the eye. Very much angry expression. "So you did get hurt? Y/N why didn't you tell me, we could've rescheduled this." I sighed. "I didn't want to back out and also, I'm fine." "You're stubborn, just like your dad." It's true, I am stubborn. "Where does it hurt?" She stood up after finishing the wrapping. "It doesn't hurt." I didn't want to look at her cause I know I would break. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you." Wow okay. We locked eyes. Damn those eyes, could kill me any minute. "Where does it hurt?" She asked again, but I still didn't answer. She started to get impatient. "I will punch you from every angle and I will find out on my own if you're not gonna tell me." She couldn't scare me. I just looked at her, hoping she would drop this and we could start training. "Why won't you tell me?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Because you would go easy on me and I don't want that. I need proper training if I want to be a good agent." I said with a harsh tone. It was not on purpose. "Being an agent is not just physical." She sat next to me on the bench. "It's mental, emotional, and spiritual. You have to get to know the opponent without actually knowing them, you have to manipulate them to get what you need. What I learned throughout the years is that being a spy or agent in our case now is that you have to get the information in any way. If you're not physically strong enough, work with your mind. Work with your most powerful skills. You have a very good physical foundation, so I suggest until you're fully healed, we work on your mental game." Damn, she's good. I couldn't say a word so I just nodded. "Great, follow me." She got up in a second and started to walk out of the gym. Quickly grabbed my bag and power walked to her side.

Soon she left me in a smaller meeting room. I was looking through my phone and sipping on my shake when the door shut. I jumped in my seat and turned around. "I think you enjoy scaring me," I said. A barely recognizable smirk formed on her perfect face and sat opposite me. "You get scared way too easily." A bunch of papers were in front of her alongside a laptop. "Hopefully, in the long run, you have enough time to study and become a very skilled agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I think we should begin with the basics." She said. Her red, curry hair fell into her face but brushed it away with her hand. She changed her training top into a black sweatshirt but still looked very attractive. She stood up and sat in the chair right next to me, turning towards me. "Seduce me." My breathing stopped for a split second and my eyes widened. She leaned back in her chair and smirked. What is happening? "Do what, again?" I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. "You heard me." I was looking for some kind of explanation, but she didn't say anything, just sat there. Why am I doing this? I sighed and turned my chair to the side so now I was facing her. I Gotta get the Stark charm out of my pocket.

Loosened my body a bit and tried my best to look hot, in front of this very very very attractive agent who just asked me to seduce her. No pressure. "Are you gonna start to do something?" She raised her eyebrow at me. "I'm trying to prepare myself mentally, don't rush it," I said and a small smile appeared on her face.

*Third Person's POV*

Natasha has never done this before. She has never dealt with beginners or anyone else. She only talked with Clint, Maria or Fury or if it was necessary she talked to others too of course. Only forced herself to have human interaction when Clint told her so.

And now she's sitting in front of a Stark, waiting for her to seduce her. A very unusual situation for Nat. But she enjoyed herself around Y/N and was always looking for her company.

Y/N on the other hand was incredibly nervous. The tension between the two women was very heated and she felt that. Pulled herself together and put on a brave face before putting herself into character.

She needed to seem natural and manipulative. Their legs almost touched but Y/N made sure there's a bit of space there. Her right hand was resting on the edge of the table, very close to Natasha's. "So this is your game?" Y/N started, looking deep into Nat's mesmerizing green eyes. "Making people do this..." Her fingers brushed against the agent's arm and softly stroked it. "Believe it or not, you're the first person I let this close to myself," Natasha stated, watching the girl's moves. She moved her leg closer to Y/N's. Stark noticed and smirked. She knew exactly what she's doing. "Then I must be special, huh?" She leaned closer to Nat, sending chills down her spine. Natasha was very much surprised. No one had this kind of effect on her before and it freaked her out. "You're not scared, are you Romanoff?" Y/N looked down at the agent's perfectly shaped lips then back at her eyes. "Never." She breathed out. The Stark girl's left hand was now resting on Natasha's thigh but at a respectful distance. Moved to her ear and whispered. "Never say never." She rasped into her ear. Natasha let out a long shaky breath before putting her hands on Y/N's shoulders and softly pushing her away. She was not able to look into the young Stark's sparkling eyes.

*Y/N's POV*

So much for training, huh? "So did you read the file that I gave you?" She asked as she moved back. "Yes, I wanted to talk about it with you," I said and she nodded her head. "It says I have a partner but not named, do you know who it is?" "It must be Clint. He gets the newbies," She said. "Great. Okay, I think I'm gonna go. I have a lot of paperwork to do, but thank you for the..." what was that exactly? "The class I guess," I said with an awkward smile. She looked at me with a smirk before standing up. "I'll walk you out." She said and we made our way outside. We were walking silently next to each other. Our hands brushed against the others at times.

As soon as we reached the door she turned towards me. "Are you coming to his birthday?" She asked. "Of course. So I guess I'll see you soon." I said with a half-smile. "Indeed. Good luck on the mission. You'll be in good hands. Clint will protect you if anything happens." She said with a sigh. "You're not worried, are you Romanoff?" I smirked at the woman. "I'm never worried." She said with a straight face. "Okay then... Bye Romanoff." I stepped out of the building. "Bye Stark." Her deep voice rang through my head. What a weird feeling... Before I could take one last look at her, she was already gone.

Walked back to the tower and quickly got changed before making my way to my office. "Y/N!" I jumped slightly. Turned around and saw my dad marching towards me. "Hey... what's wrong?" I asked. His face was weird. "What did you get for my birthday?" He asked and I gave him the 'really?' look. "Are you serious? You think I'm gonna tell you?" I chuckled lightly. "Uhm yes?" He shrugged. "I thought you were smart, father..." I smirked and turned on my heels, walking towards my office. "I'll be late to the party though I have some things to do," I said. "What things?" Heard him ask and I could imagine his confused face. "You know I'm a working woman, not like you... Iron man." I looked back at him with a smirk and saw him smile.

I was doing the paperwork when my phone started ringing. "Yes?" I picked it up. "It's Barton." "Ah yeah, what's up?" I leaned forward on my desk, resting on my elbows. "Are you ready for tomorrow?" He asked. "Born ready. Guess what?" "What?" He didn't sound amused. "I had training with Natasha this morning, but since I was a bit injured she didn't let me, but... I had to seduce her. As a form of training of course." I said with a smirk. "Wow... you went there, huh? And? Did it work?" "Did it work? Clint, I'm a Stark, of course, it worked." I said. "As much as I'm happy for her being more... social, take it easy on her. She doesn't need another trauma." He said. Clint told me a lot about Natasha and honestly, I didn't understand how she is here. If I were in her shoes I'd probably be dead by now. "I would never hurt her." "Great, I'll send you the details about tomorrow. Be ready." And we hung up.

Later that day I had a meeting with Pepper and Nat then I went to sleep early to have enough energy for tomorrow's mission.

*next day*

Driving to the HQ, I was nervous. A good kind of nervous. Light music was playing on the radio which calmed me down a bit.

I was waiting for Clint at the garage when I saw Fury walking towards me with a case in his hand. "What a surprise..." I said and a small smile appeared on his face. "I have something for you." He said and placed the case on the bonnet. "Ooh, I love presents." I looked closer. He opened it and there was a gun. I looked at him confused. "It was your grandfather's." He said and I instantly felt chills running down my spine. "Is it still working?" I grabbed the gun, taking a closer look at it. "Yes. Also, there was a note next to it." He handed me an envelope with my name on it. I've met my grandfather once, I was still a baby so I don't remember much. I only saw pictures of him, even though my dad didn't like that much either. "Thank you, it means a lot." I smiled at him. He patted my shoulder and nodded. "Good luck on the mission Stark. I'm sure that Howard would be proud of you." His words made me smile, but also emotional. My dad and I always had each other but I still missed the big family feeling. When Pepper and he started dating I was so happy that he finally found someone and let her in.

A couple of minutes later Clint arrived and we got on the road. I was looking at the envelope, hesitating to open it. "What's that?" Heard Clint ask. "It's a letter from my grandpa," I said. "Why don't you open it?" "I guess I'm afraid that everything that my dad told me about him will be true. You know... that he doesn't care and stuff." I sighed, still eying the letter. "You'll never find out if you just stare at it." He's right. I ripped open the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper. His handwriting was just like my dad's.

Hello little one,

I thought I'd write something for you because I'm sure Anthony will not talk to you about me. Which I understand. He never understood the way I was treating him. I never told him, but I loved him and I still do. I couldn't wish for a better son. He is everything that a child has to be. He is fearless, strong, sometimes an asshole, but who isn't? He is a very charismatic person, and he is very aware of that. If this ever gets to you, please tell him that I am very proud of him and I'm sorry for the way I treated him.

But if you're reading this, I want you to know everything about S.H.I.E.L.D. I created this facility for protection. One word. Sometimes, to protect one man against himself. Other times, to protect the planet against an alien invasion from another universe. It's a broad job description. There were three creators of S.H.I.E.L.D. Chester Phillips, Peggy Carter, and myself.

Colonel Chester Phillips was an officer of the United States Army, the first and only director of the Strategic Scientific Reserve, Steve Rogers' commanding officer, and one of the founding members of S.H.I.E.L.D. During World War II, Philips was a key factor in the creation of the world's first Super Soldier and the defeat of HYDRA. He was a smart, but impatient man.

Margaret Elizabeth "Peggy" Carter was one of the most prominent agents of the Strategic Scientific Reserve during and after World War II and one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D... Originally a code-breaker working at Bletchley Park, she joined the Special Operations Executive following her brother's death. Carter later joined the SSR, formed to fight HYDRA. During the project, she had befriended Steve Rogers, one of the project's candidates. I'm sure you'll know about these two in the future. What a weird connection that they had...

But my reason for creating this was always Tony. I wanted to protect him at any cost. I know he only saw this whole thing as a distraction for me, and I had never had time for him. I also had Stark Industries. He will understand one day.

And now, I have a couple of things for you. First of all, I know that I haven't been a part of your life, and I'm very sorry about it. I know that you're in good hands because my son is a good man. I know he will teach you everything and anything that he knows about this word. I'm sure that you are an amazing lady, who stands on her own feet and is as independent as her father. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. I'm sure one day you will be a brilliant agent who will protect others. It's in your blood. Protecting others. Second of all, I left behind a couple of my belongings for you and your father. I hope it still exists when you're reading this. But there's a gun that I left for you specifically. It's for your first mission. I made it myself. I hope it will come in handy.

For my last words, I just wanted to let you know that I'm proud of you as a woman. Even though we don't know each other properly, I know that you would never disappoint me. I hope you will choose the right path for your life. And one last thing, don't leave your father behind, please. He is a great man, whatever stupid thing he does.

Love, Grandpa Howard

I didn't even notice that I had tears in my eyes till I finished reading the letter. His attention was never to hurt my dad, he wanted to protect him. His words made me feel like I know him and that he is with me.

"So?" Clint's voice broke my daydreaming. "I uhm... Nothing that I expected..." I said, whipping off my tears. "He sounds like a good person, but I still don't understand why he treated my dad like this." "He was a dad. He wanted to do anything just to protect his family." Clint said. I turned my head towards him. His hand was gripping the wheel lightly and his other arm was resting on the door. I could never read his emotions. He was like a closed book. "Do you have a family?" I asked. I saw his hesitation. So he probably does. "Nobody knows about them, only Natasha and Fury, so please don't tell anyone about this." He said. I nodded. "Of course," I said. "I have two kids, Cooper and Lila. And my amazing wife, Laura. She's the best." He explained and I just had to smile. "Thank you for trusting me with this," I said. "Nat seems to trust you so I do too." He said.

*couple hours of car ride later*

"What's the plan?" I asked as Clint parked close to the place where we're going. "They have a hostage. We go in. I'll have the left and you have the right side. We hit on them from two sides so they can't escape. I don't think that they'll be too dangerous, but we can never be too sure. Keep your eyes and ears open. You have your gun, I think that's gonna be enough for them. But again, we can never be too sure. Get ready if anything happens." Clint explained the situation. His words just made me think more seriously about this whole... agent thing. They risk their lives every day just to keep people safe. "Got you." I nodded. "You can talk to me through the in-ear. We go in, take them down and call the team, got it?" He looked at me and I nodded.

We got out of the car and made our way to the two sides of the building. I had the gun that my grandfather left behind for me and I was ready. "3, 2, 1, Y/N you copy?" Heard Clint's voice through my in-ear. "Copy," I said.

Soon we reached the building. Took one last look at Clint before his body disappeared behind the building. I let out a sigh and slowly walked closer to the ladder that wasn't that far. I looked around, checking if there was anyone around, but it was clear. I climbed up to the next level and quietly got closer to the entrance. Held my gun very tightly. Already heard voices coming from inside. It was dark outside by now, so I got inside easily. Saw Clint at the other side and then he motioned to the guy closer to my side. I nodded and very quietly crept behind him.

Kicked the back of his knee, making him fall. I grabbed his neck, not letting him breathe and seconds later he was down. I cleared his armory and moved on.

I looked to the middle of the warehouse and there were 4 men left and the hostage. The man was tied up to a chair with a gun pointed to his head. He had blood running down on his face, he seemed beaten up. Two guys were on his two sides and one was in front of him. Asking questions. "You have the perfect angle for the guy holding the gun," I said through the comms. "I'll get the two on the side and the last one is unarmed," I said. "Copy." Clint's voice rang through my head and everything happened so fast. He shot the guy with his arrows and I shot the one guy because the other ran away but I saw Clint went after him. I jumped off the platform, running towards the last guy. He quickly pulled a knife out of his pocket and held it to the tied-up man's throat. I held my gun at him, waiting for the knife to drop. "Put the knife down," I demanded and he just smirked at me. "What are you gonna do? Shoot me?" He asked. The knife in his hand slowly started to cut the man's neck, making him wiggle in his seat. I let my gun down and put it on the ground. "Let's do this then... Fight someone your size." I said and he seemed surprised. "Y/N, the team is on the way, you don't have to do this." I heard Clint's voice. "I got it, don't worry," I said.

The guy dropped the knife and moved closer. His toned arms were revealed in his white tank top. A gold chain was hanging on his neck. And he was still smirking at me. "You looked smarter." He said before throwing a punch at me. I moved my head fast so he missed. I moved back a bit and kicked him in the stomach, making him stumble back a bit, but he stood on his feet. "Oh, so we're gonna play dirty..." He cracked his neck and fingers. So lame... I held up my hands, getting ready to fight. "Shall we?" I smiled.

We threw punches at each other. I blocked most of his but one got in, and for my luck, he punched the same spot that I hurt back a couple of weeks ago when we fought those robbers. "Oh, you really just went there..." I whined. He chuckled, but I quickly punched him in the face. I already felt the warm blood on my hand which made me a bit uncomfortable. Then I felt his fist get in contact with my cheek. And I felt my face vibrate from the big punch. "You bitch, my face was my only hope," I said before bending down and swooping his legs out, making him fall. I punched his face a couple more times before he became unconscious. I was panting but I felt this adrenaline rush go through my body. I felt cool.

Seconds later I saw the light from outside the warehouse. And a couple of cars rolled in and Fury got out of one. By then Clint walked back with the guy in front of him. "Nice work agents." Fury said with a proud look on his face. They took the guys in the car. "Sorry to ruin your face before the party." The director looked at me. I tapped my cheek and my finger got bloody. "Oh yeah... well, lucky it's not my birthday." I smiled. "Good job, kid." He said before walking off.

#Natasha #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagines #black widow imagines #black widow x female reader #Natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #tony stark #stark reader

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timelessbibliophile · 3 years

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So I've been thinking about the couch scene and its implication. You see that at the beginning, when EJ just arrives, they're close together. Then in the song we get a glimpse of Gina being asleep. But that's a really nice image to me, not only because of the actual scene, but because they stayed there, probably watching movies and talking random nothings all night long. At some point, Gina laid down, which shows just how comfortable she was with EJ.

The fact that they talked for so long that Gina fell asleep is so sweet. I bet when EJ got home his dad scolded him on where he had been. But EJ clearly didn't want to leave, or else we would've seen a flashback of Gina saying goodbye to him at the door. No, he was there with her until she fell asleep.

Plus, the way he just looks at her when he puts the sweater on her, and how he just doesn't care it's his Duke sweater, just that Gina must've been cold and he gave it to her.

Also, I can't help but think about what Gina must've thought when she woke up with said sweater on her. We know that she had a certain interest in EJ even before she realized it, only by seeing her wear the sweater. If she really had absolutely no interest in him before the airport scene, she would've kept the sweatshirt somewhere safe and returned it to EJ when she had the chance, and be like "hey, thanks for lending me your sweatshirt :)" and that's it. But she even went to the airport with it, to visit her mom. It could've gotten lost, forgotten, all that stuff, but she still took it because she wanted a part of EJ with her.

Of course, EJ knew of this interest, how else would he have known she was wearing it? When Gina called him, she was wearing a jacket on top of it so you couldn't see it, and for the Ain't Seen Nothing video she took it off. Yet EJ, incredibly confident, approaches her by saying "have you seen a Duke sweatshirt anywhere?".

In conclusion Portwell rights.

#hsmtmts #gina porter #matt cornett #portwell #ej caswell

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spookymultimedia · 3 years

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Tear Stained Reflections

A poncefk fic

Takes place in the cannon where Ponce is dead and Cleo and JFK is transgender 🏳️‍⚧️

The night was quiet and the air was cold. The autumn trees where shedding their last few dying leaves and the wind was growing more harsh and cold. The car JFK and Cleo sat in was warm and the windows fogged out the cold world outside. Cleo's tank top was wet from him sobbing on her chest but she didn't care. She usually would push him off in disgust and don't get wrong, she was disgusted but she was more concerned with being a shoulder for John to cry on. She had never seen him this vulnerable before. She was even a bit angry at Abe for yelling at JFK and claiming his grief wasn't real.

It was very real. She knew. She knew how strongly he felt about Ponce. She remembered how they met. She was there; sort of. She saw Ponce walk up to Jack smoking raisins. He just hit it off with JFK so easy. So naturally. They where a duo of energy that made a person want to jump into a pool in their clothes at night and drink a whole 12oz can of Monster Energy. Which was exactly what they had did. But Cleo didn't know about that. What she did know is that they where close.

JFK sat up and tried to catch his breath. He hiccuped between breaths. His cheeks where red and his hair was in a mess. Some hair fell into his eyes and had lost its shape. She kept a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

JFK looked at her hesitant and then stared at the Gameboy in his lap. He and Ponce played Mario all night once. He never could beat Ponce's record.

"I've vented to you so much. It's only fair. You can talk to me. I'm here for you." She rested a consoling hand on his chest. Despite not dating they still were quite touchy with each other. They're reasoning was that it was out of habit, nothing more.

After giving it some thought he opened his mouth. He was stopped by a sudden ache of discomfort. He winced.

"I need to-." He grunted. He did want to do it but all the crying was just too much pressure for him. He took off his sweatshirt and slipped off his binder. Cleo moved away and waited patiently while looking forward. He slipped his sweatshirt back and held the binder in his lap. He took a deep breath.

"I er, didn't even get to say goodbye. I told him that I hate him. What, uh, kind of friend does that? Now he's-" he stopped feeling overwhelmed and tried to think. He felt like there was something in his head he was avoiding. But what?

"Arguments happen. It didn't kill him. You did not kill him." She affirmed and put a hand on her back. He hiccuped and shrugged.

He tried to think about what he was possibly not acknowledging. Something was off. Something unfinished. Unspoken. He bit his tounge and closed his eyes. She sat there awkward. As comforting as she was she really wasn't used to comforting someone grieving. She felt like she was doing it right but it didn't make it any less awkward. She didn't really know Ponce that well. Accept that he really liked JFK. It was a bit of a stretch but she could've sworn that he was even. . . flirting with John. She didn't think he was like that, but she couldn't assume. Then again he almost acted flirty towards alot of people. Even her. But she didn't know him that well so she couldn't say.

As she sat there Jack stared at the fog. He tried to imagine Ponce was under that streetlight smoking and just waiting to give a hi and how's life again. JFK thought he would smile and say to him: Life's great with you around Poncey. Then he would hug him. . .? Hug him? Maybe even. . .no. No Ponce wasn't some dame. He was a boy. . . But. But he wanted to. If he was there he would . . .kiss him. Just a gentle press of the lips. He thought about it. He wanted to kiss him! How could he have been so stupid! He. . .

Realization slowly dawned on him. His face grew more and more distressed. How could he just now realize this so late. Maybe if he had just opened himself to the thought sooner maybe. . .maybe he'd be in his arms right now. Maybe in another life they'd be more than pals. . . .

His eyes widened.

"JFK? What is it?" She said noticing the look of horror on his face.

"I loved him. . .I er, loved him Cleo." His voice grew shrill. He winced at how immasculine it came out. He cleared his throat.

"JFK. . ." Her eyes grew wide understanding the weight of the situation.

"Cleo I-. . .I think I'm. . .I'm er, uh, bisexual. Why didn't I realize this sooner?" He hugged her and wept. "I loved him. I didn't even think about it. I didn't want to think about it. I should've thought about it."

"Shhh. . .its okay. . .I. . . I think I'm bi too."

"Ponce. . ."

She pet his back. "I know. . .I know. . ." God it so was tragic for him. . .she was too bummed out. She just wanted to go home. He hoped he would finally get some sleep soon. He was starting to look terrible. "Let's get you home" She pressed a kiss on his head. "I- I mean, we need some sleep."

"Yeah, alright."

#cleo clone high #jfk clone high #clone high littering kills literally #clone high ponce #poncefk

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moonlight-chi77 · 4 years

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|| Winter // ATEEZ Yunho ||

Small, white, glittery flocks fell from the sky. Snow. The cold atmosphere mixed with the dark colours made it more comfortable inside but the view was still amazing. The low temperature made it hard not to freeze if you weren't wearing a million layers of clothes. And guess what? You only wore a sweatshirt from your boyfriend, the cold wind going beneath it easily and neither the thinned out jeans nor your rather thin winter jacket would help your body to keep warm. Waiting for your boyfriend like this wasn't completely bad, the view was amazing and the fresh air helped you think.

The sound of the door made you turn, you stood only a few metres away from the entrance of KQ Entertainment. Your smiling boyfriend was the first thing that met your eyes, only shortly after you noticed the other members, still out of breathe and all a little red and sweaty. "You're fine?" you asked, a little suspicious why he was that fine even though you knew that he had a little more energy than some members, they looked way too exhausted. "Well, don't be mad. Promise me you won't be mad?" you nod "I promise." he looked at Hongjoong who nodded to him, this move made you panic inside. "While dancing I kind of slipped and you know, hurt my ankle" you sighed "Why would I be mad at that?" you asked as you looked down, now noticing the swollen blue ankle "I continued dancing until I couldn't anymore. I know that's not really smart but-" you laughed "That's not only not really smart but rather really dumb. How can you be this uninterested in your own health?" your voice made clear that it was hard to keep your promise.

"Y/n?" Hongjoong's voice made you turn "It'll be alright, don't be too hard on him. Please take good care of him." you nod "Thanks Hongjoong!" his words made you calm down a little bit, which the small smile made clear. "Did you already went to a doctor?" you asked him "It's not that-" you layed your finger on his lips "Don't even continue this bullshit. Does your manager know about this?" he nod "Good, let's call him. I want a doctor to check this.".

In the end it wasn't that bad but the swelling plus the rather unhealthy colour change made it seems horrible. Still he wasn't allowed to walk a lot nor to dance for 2 weeks, which was kind of a hard task for your bubbly boyfriend. "You'll stay at my apartment. I can check up on you and you don't have the members around." he nod, thinking this was a really positive point. He often disliked training this long because he never had enough time to see you and let's be honest you were also a person, you had your own stuff and had people around you to date. He wasn't a jealous boyfriend, just insecure about the time spent together but this was long forgotten whenever he saw you.

The first day at your place he only ate and slept but the second day the whines began. "Come cuddle with me!" he sulked "I can't, I have to clean the dishes and get some food." he looked at you with puppy eyes "Yunho!" your voice was warning him and he took it. After cleaning the dishes you really didn't wanted to do anything, you had a hard day at work/school/university and your boss/teacher was screaming at you for no reason.

"I'll get something from the convince store, ramyun or teokkbokki?" he smiled and you already knew the answer "Both." his smile was shown again after an hour of pouting "See you". You were already out of the door before he could really answer, wanting to be in his arms as soon as possible.

As you came back you made the food and got Yunho some cold packs for his ankle and put on a KDrama you both weren't too interested in because you rather talked over it. It was the moments like this that you were happy that you both weren't giving up, it was the reward for the hard times. "I love you" his cheeks turned in a red tone "I love you too" his smile filled his full face "I don't regret dating you, I know you think about this a lot. Hongjoong tries his best, Mingi isn't good at advice for relationships. Never forget that I'll be there as long as you want." your words hit him hard, he was always glad when you showed love towards him but you rather kept it in so it was special for you to be like this.

He didn't wanted to be okay again, getting extra cuddles and being taken care of was a nice thing, of course he missed dancing and singing but being with you was his favourite. "I don't want to go" he pouted as you were standing in front of the KQ Building "You have to. We've talked about this, we can move together in the future but right now it wouldn't be convince, okay?" he nodded but the pout didn't leave his lips. "I need to go now, see you!" you were about to turn around, when he pulled you by your waist and kissed you, soon smiling in the kiss as you kissed back shyly. You were standing on your tip toes, knowing that you had some height difference. Before the kiss ended you felt something hitting your head, it didn't hurt, but turned wet. You could've known that it was snow if you were interested, but your concentration was only on Yunho. This was your moment.

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A Change of Heart

It’s 20-BiTeen bitches!!! In celebration the girl in this fic is bi, like yours truly, cause representation matters and if you don’t like it block me. Anyways the anticipated Julian fic.

Oh yeees 😍 can you write a jealous Julian blurb ?♥️

Based off FACE by BROCKHAMPTON 🧡

Word Count: 2,179

She never though she’ll end up in the same position again. After how hard she had worked to convince herself that love wasn’t for her and that it was okay, she found herself stuck in the same spot as always. Wishing she hadn’t started anything to begin with.

(Y/N) had been seeing Julian for a couple of months now. Due to the amount of men and women that had broken her heart, she hated admitting the feelings he evoked in her. The deep connection they had formed was nothing she had felt before which exited her, but made her fearful of the unknown emotions. So she remained guarded and made their relationship as informal as possible. No titles. No commitments. Simply two people getting along and having casual sex.

What she didn’t expect was for her to be sitting in Julian’s kitchen at 2am debating whether to return to bed with the boy she was falling for or to gather her belongings as quickly as possible and walk away from him like she had done many times before. She always felt horrible after the latter, but it was the only thing she could think of doing whenever she laid wrapped up in his arms wondering how she was going to save herself the heartbreak this time.

The sudden hand on her waist startled her causing her to jump off the kitchen stool. Luckily, the familiar arms held her up saving her the pain and embarrassment of hitting the floor.

"What are you doing up right now?" He held her closer, his feathery hair brushing against her cheek.

"I um- I couldn't sleep" she sat back down turning in the seat to face him. His sleep clouded face and shirtless body stood illuminated by the dim light peaking in through the windows. "I have a headache and was wondering if you had pain killers. I thought they'll be in the kitchen, but I couldn't find them."

"They're in the bathroom angel. You should've asked me."

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Your gaze diverted away from him. Doing anything to avoid his eyes hoping he wouldn't see your watery ones.

"You okay?" He stepped closer, his fingers caressing your cheek as he lifted your chin. Silence followed his words. She wasn't. She was quickly realizing she was far from okay. Falling for someone who seemed too good for her. Unable to accept the possibly that he could be the one exception. Slowly slipping into a state she promised she would never come close to again.

"I'm just tired Julian." He starred into her eyes for a moment before nodding and reaching for her hand. She followed him back to his room, silently getting under the covers as he searched his bathroom cabinet for the pills. Julian returned with a glass of water and a crewneck sweatshirt too.

"You should put this on. Being cold is probably going to make it worse." You pulled on his soft sweater which happened to smell like his favorite cologne. The familiar scent worked to calm you down and soon enough your stress induced headache settled down. Not much later, you felt Julian's grip on your waist tightening. His arm pulling you close to his chest was becoming a routine whenever you slept over. He held on throughout the night up until the morning. Almost as if trying to make you stay forever.

The next morning, Julian was awakened by the sound of your feet shuffling around his room. He took a deep breath not wanting to open his eyes and see you rushing to leave him once again. His sad reality hit him at the feeling of the empty spot next to him on the bed. Hesitantly, he sat up catching your attention from across the room.

"Hey Julian." She looked caught off guard as she stumbled trying to step into her boots as quickly as possible. "I didn't think you'll be up this early." She looked tense. The quiet room heightened her uneasiness as Julian remained quiet simply gazing at her. It took a couple of minutes for Julian to break the dense silence eating away at both of them.

"Do you have to leave?" His voice was faint making her feel worse for trying to leave unnoticed once again. She turned around searching for her bag trying to avoid his stare. The truth was, she did have to leave. She had to leave before she did something she regretted. Running away from him temporarily allowed her to breathe. She felt like one more moment with him would reveal the inescapable fact she had been trying to avoid for months now; she was in love with him. She was afraid her brain would win over her heart and she'll break whatever relationship they had out of fear of being mistreated again. Julian had stood up now. His hair laid flat against his forehead and various purple marks scattered around his neck. "We could go get breakfast if you want. I would cook for you, but that wouldn't be really smart." He tried to ease the tension sensing your anxious state.

"I actually promised Rachel she could meet me at my place this morning." You turned around finding him closer to you than before. "I'm probably running late at this point." Your hands searched through your bag making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. His hand reached forward lifting your chin while his other arm wrapped around your waist. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips just hoovering over yours. unable to resist the urge, you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. He pulled you closer, the kiss quickly escalating. After a minute that felt simultaneously like just a second and an eternity, he pulled back but remained close to you.

"Why cant you just stay? At least one time." He stood over you, his eyes trying to read the true emotions hiding behind yours. You stood quietly allowing yourself to lean into his touch. "You always leave (Y/N). I don't understand why." The frustration in his calm voice pulled at your heartstrings.

"Julian I have to go. I'm not doing this right now." You turned on your heel making your way out of his room and straight towards his front door. It was impossible to stop the tears as you walked outside towards your car. Knowing Julian wouldn't follow you, you remained inside your car taking deep breaths to calm your heavy breathing before starting the car on your way to your house.

"I don't know what to do Rachel!" You had been arguing with your best friend over your situation for over an hour at this point. It was all pointless. The conversation just kept going in circles.

"Just admit that you're in love with him and let him know! He wants you (Y/N). I don't understand how you can't see that." She sat on your couch nonchalantly causing your irritation to rise.

"You just don't understand Rachel. How many times did someone else seem to want me before? And how many times did that not end up with me crying over them to you?" You ran your hands through your hair in utter exasperation at the inability to do anything to help yourself. "I don't want to get hurt again. I promised this wouldn't happen to me again, Rachel."

"Just give him a chance (Y/N). He's Julian! Not some trashy guy I warned you about before. He's just as fucked over by the fact that you're not together yet as you are." Tears you thought you couldn't have anymore began to stream down your face again for what seemed like the hundredth time in just a couple hours. "Come here." You slowly walked to your best friend who sat waiting with open arms. You buried your face into her neck silently letting it all out. She knew how much this was hurting you even if you were the only one overthinking the situation. You sat with her for a couple minutes, her hand soothingly running up and down your back. The quiet moment was interrupted by the front door opening revealing a distressed Julian who just stared at the both of you. Quickly you wiped your tears standing up feeling the lump in your throat returning.

"Julian, what are you doing here?" The tension you felt before had returned, only this time it was worse. You saw Rachel shifting behind you probably just uncomfortable as you were.

"I wanted to talk to you. I didn't know I was intruding I'm sorry. I'll leave." His voice was higher than normal hinting that he was trying his hardest to hold back. You stayed quiet simply staring back at Julian who still stood in your living room despite his words.

"You're not intruding. I was about to go." Rachel broke the silence quickly grabbing her phone and walking out the house before you could stop her. Julian remained quiet even with Rachel gone which left you no other option but to start the inevitable conversation you had been dreading.

"What do you want to talk about Julian." You sat back down hoping he would follow.

"You know why I'm here (Y/N)." Tip toeing around the subject wasn't going to help either of you.

"Don't be ambiguous Julian. Please get to the point." He took a deep breath before unleashing everything he had been holding in.

“What are you waiting for?” His words instantly jab at your heart. “Do you just want to sleep around with me for eternity? Do you just want someone to not be alone?” You kept quiet knowing he had every right to complain. “What do you want us to be?” He turned his body towards you now hoping to get a response from you.

"It’s not that easy, Julian.” You knew that's not what he wanted to hear, but that was sadly the only thing you could come up with without completely breaking down.

“Do you even really want to be with me? Do you want to be with somebody else? Do you want to be with Rachel?” The comment instantly caused you to snap your head towards him.

“What are you talking about?” Out of everything he could have said this was the last thing you could've thought about.

“I just don’t understand what you want! We spend every second possible together. We talk about everything. And no matter how much closer I think I get to you, you always walk away. You walk back to her. And if that's what you want, then that's okay. Just tell me. Talk to me. Don't ignore whats going on.” You shook your head not knowing how to express every single thought that was currently running through your mind.

"Julian it is definitely not what you think. I don't want to be with Rachel. She's just my best friend and the only one I've been able to talk to about this whole mess. She's not part of it." You instantly shut down his suspicion moving on to the painful part. "And I don't blame you, okay? Not even I know what I want at this point." The tears unwillingly resurfaced. "I just want to be happy." You gave up all composure you had, immediately slumping forward dropping your face into your hands. Not two seconds passed before Julian was next to you holding you close to him.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head.

"No Julian. This isn't on you. It's on me. We're in this mess because I don't trust myself to be in a relationship again. Every time I try, everything goes wrong. I don't want that again." You finally looked up to see him. His eyes soft and empathetic. “You have no idea how many times I’ve been fucked over Julian. How many times I’ve been lied to.”

“I would never lie to you.” You smiled reaching for his hand, squeezing it softly.

"I know. And that's why I don't want to fuck this up for us." Julian pulled his hand back placing both of them on your shoulders now.

"Listen. I know people have treated you wrong, okay? I can see it. You’re hurt. You don’t trust that we'll work out. You don't believe I can love you. But you’re wrong this time, baby.” He smiled looking at you wishfully. "You're completely wrong."

“I’m being cautious Julian.” The more he spoke the less your argument seemed valid.

“You’re being cautious with the wrong person. I just want to love you." You sat up moving towards him now, his arms instantly on your waist pulling you onto his lap. He pressed kisses against your face as he held you tightly. You held his cheek, your fingers ghosting over the light stubble, as Julian moved forward capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"Good thing I already love you, Julian." You felt his lips forming a smile as you mumbled the words into the kiss.

"I know you do." He pressed his lips against yours once more. "Because I do too."

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