Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?
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TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF ABUSE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT
RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss
You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
“How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
He would let you take your time, so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
“MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
“Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength. Thank you all so much!”
He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
“Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.
She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
“And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
“I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
“Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.
You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was already working somewhere.
He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
“Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
“MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
“Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)
You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
“Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
“No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.
He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
“Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
“Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
“I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
“Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
“Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
“I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.
He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
“Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
“You’re the only man in your department, I suppose…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
“I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
“I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
“Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.
A/N: This piece is going to be more than just about the angst and the fluff, it’s about addressing a serious issue in both my own life and society; an issue that seems to carry a stigma that prevents one from talking about it without shame. Now I started writing because it was the only time where I felt like I had true control over anything, over myself- over life. It’s honestly the reason I’m still alive sometimes. (Super dark, I’m sorry.) I have had an eating disorder for years now, and this is possibly the first time I’m publishing a story where I properly address that because I feel like Tumblr is a safe space and perhaps there is someone reading who will find comfort in my words and seek the help that I, too, am afraid to seek. First of all, you are not alone. Secondly, I know how scary it is. Thirdly, we are beautiful despite how often our reflection tell us we are not. Lastly, you are worthy and you deserve a love like this. Why am I writing this now, while I’m on my holiday having the time of my life? Because mental disorders don’t stop when you’re on holiday, and they don’t stop when you’re working, or studying for a major exam. I just want those who are suffering from this, or depression, or anxiety to know that I am with them always. ❤️
You tapped your pen anxiously against the table as you reread your food diary entry for the day. All the while you could hear the voices in your head telling you that “it’s too much”, that “you failed”, that you needed to “do better” and “be better”, and the harder you tried to ignore said voices, the louder they got. You lowered your pen and closed your notebook, taking slow breaths as your eyelids blackened your vision. You were okay, there was always tomorrow. You could eat less tomorrow; you’d succeed tomorrow; you’d be better and do better tomorrow.
You broke from your concentration when you heard Chris come through the front door, calling out to you. “Babe, I’m home!” Relief escaped your lungs as if he were the only thing capable of saving you from yourself. You returned yourself to your bittersweet reality, stowing your food diary in your top desk drawer where it lived with all your other notebooks; all filled with your thoughts, both blissful and pained.
“Hey you,” Chris smiled at you when you entered the kitchen. You managed one back, despite how tired and heartbroken you were; Chris noticed, but he said nothing knowing it would cause you to break down if he asked. “How was your day?” He asked as you forced your way into his arms, burying your face in his chest.
“Same old,” you mumbled, appreciating how comforting his touch was. He stroked your back gently, peppering soft kisses onto the top of your head. “How was yours?” You quizzed, glancing up at him for a moment before pressing your face back into his chest. God, he smelt so good; he smelt more than just his refreshing cologne, he smelt like warmth and kindness and happiness. He smelt like a dose of everything you needed after the day you had.
“Better now that I’m with my girl,” he smiled, giving you a tight squeeze before he released you. You leaned against the island counter while Chris proceeded to unpack the small bag of groceries he’d brought back with him. “So I’ve been thinking,” he glanced back at you, feeling his heart ache at the sight of your tired eyes. “Why don’t we go away for the weekend? We can rent a cabin, go immerse ourselves in the quiet forest. It’ll be nice, don’t you think?”
You knew Chris only suggested going out to a cabin when he was worried about you. It didn’t start out like that, it started off as a getaway where the two of you could spend some time alone without modern technology and people getting in the way. But over the years, it’d become a retreat where one could rid oneself of all the stress, and the emotional dread, and the weight of the world that was on one’s shoulders; that one being you, and occasionally Chris when he was having a particularly stressful time. It was a nice place to be because you wouldn’t have anything to stress and trigger you; you could just exist, drinking the calm and the quiet that Mother Nature provided. But it was also a horrible place to be because Chris would take that opportunity to talk to you, to worry and fuss about you, to love you with a love that you didn’t feel like you deserve, and unlike the city, you’d have no where, nothing, and no one to hide behind.
“I don’t know,” your fingers played with your right earlobe; a nervous tick Chris had deciphered over the years. “I feel like this isn’t a good time. You’re busy with work and I’m busy with work- I don’t think now’s a good time to have a getaway.”
“I think it’s because we’re so busy that we need a getaway,” he countered. “We can’t keep working ourselves to the bone, Y/N.” Especially not mentally, he thought but he didn’t say out loud. “I’m about to leave for Infinity War, now’s a good a time as any for us to have some alone time.” You let out a quiet sigh, but stopped arguing because you knew from Chris’ firm tone that saying no wasn’t an option. “Pack a bag, okay?” He kissed your cheek and you nodded with a forced smile. “We’ll leave in the morning.”
• • • • • • • •
The car ride out to the cabin wasn’t as bubbly as your usual car rides together; there was a fog of emotions, but happiness wasn’t one of them. You didn’t sing or joke, and you most definitely didn’t eat anything. It broke Chris’ heart to see you like this, and it broke yours to see what you were doing to him. It was actually your biggest fear to hurt him the way you were which was why you rejected him when he asked you out the first few times. He had this light in his eyes that you didn’t want to kill with your dark, you’d done enough of that over the course of your existence.
You’d lost friends, and boyfriends, and even some members of your family- you didn’t want to invest in another person only to lose them too. But Chris was persistent. He respected your decision to not be with him romantically, but remained in your life as a friend. A very good friend- a best friend that you couldn’t help but fall in-love with. He was the perfect man, he cared for you and loved you unconditionally. Even after finding out about what you suffered from, he didn’t go anywhere. He was one of the few who promised you a lifetime and actually proved he’d keep his promise, and so you let your walls down and allowed him into your life as your romantic partner.
Two and a half years later, after dozens of panic attacks and days where you’d avoid food altogether, you were still with him and he was as in-love with you as the first time he saw you. Till this day you didn’t understand why, because to you, you were unlovable. But that wasn’t how Chris saw you, he knew you weren’t your disorders; you were intelligent, and talented, and strong, and beautiful, and resilient. He loved you because of all that, but most of all, he loved you because you remained kind despite the constant hell you were dragged through. You may not have seen what he saw, but you were every bit the girl you aspired to be, and until you saw yourself in that same light- he wasn’t going to stop working you towards that.
“Hey.” You turned away from the window when Chris reached for your hand and pulled it onto his lap as he gave it a light squeeze. “What are you thinking about?” He asked then lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You felt your lips quirk into a smile; that was an act of affection you’d never get tired of.
“Nothing,” you shook your head.
“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” He quizzed and you nodded. “How much I love you.” He threw a grin your way and you managed a laugh; he smiled because that was what he loved to hear. “You make me feel like I’m the luckiest man on the planet everyday, Y/N.” He forced himself not to well up when he saw you did. “Everyday,” he repeated in a firmer tone.
“I feel the same way about you, Chris,” you squeezed his hand and smiled. “I love you to a point where you could easily ruin me,” you admitted under your breath as you pulled your hand from his. You didn’t mean for Chris to hear it, but he did and he understood it. It was the same for him; you were going to be someone he’d never get over if he was ever unlucky enough to lose you.
“I’m never going anywhere,” he glanced at you as you closed your eyes, pretending to drift off. “You know that, right?” He waited for an answer, but he didn’t get one. “I’m planning to spend the rest of my life with you, sweetheart.” He said as he came to a stop at a red light. He leaned over the gearbox and kissed the side of your head gently, whispering as he pulled away, “don’t you worry.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris watched you over the table as you unconsciously stared at your food. You were so used to contemplating the pros and cons of consuming anything that you didn’t even realize you were doing it until you called yourself out. It was incredibly heartbreaking for Chris to see that you couldn’t even do what humans were meant to do in order to survive without first spending hours fighting yourself on it. The motto you lived by: eating is a choice, not a necessity.
You had good days where you could eat and not feel like your entire world was falling apart, then you had bad days where you couldn’t even eat a salad without feeling like you needed to throw it back up. It was so fickle that you didn’t know if you were actually suffering from an eating disorder, or if you were just a health nut who wanted to look good. But no health nut would do what you constantly did to yourself, there was something definitely wrong with you.
Chris could still remember when he first confronted you about it, it was probably one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. You weren’t dating when he found out about your eating disorder, but he was already in-love with you so it didn’t stop his heart from shattering at the sounds of your cries. It didn’t seem like normal crying to him, it was as though he could hear your soul break. The pain you were in was immense but mental, and nothing he did could’ve taken it away. In that moment, seeing the love of his life bawl her eyes out, he thought he’d died and gone to hell.
“Are you going to eat that?” Chris asked gently.
“Um…” You looked up at him, your eyes glistened. “Yeah,” you forced a smile, “I am.” You picked up your knife and fork and poked at the roasted chicken breast on your plate before cutting a small piece and putting in into your mouth. “It’s good,” you mumbled after swallowing.
Now he didn’t want to push you, but his worry had reached the edge of the cliff. You needed to eat something and you needed to eat it now because he didn’t want you to get lightheaded or suffer from gastric pains again. “Y/N,” he began with a sigh.
“What?” You were frustrated with yourself and on the verge of crying. “I’m eating, aren’t I?”
“You have to try harder than that,” he told you. Both of you could both hear how worried he was for your physical and mental health, and that he was on the verge of crying too. “I know how difficult this-” he began but was cut off.
“I love you, Chris, but you don’t.” You shook your head as you rose to your feet, weeping as you did. “And I really don’t want to do this with you right now. Excuse me,” you walked out of the dining room and headed straight for the backdoor so you could take a walk and calm down.
The air was crisp outside. Actually, it was a lot colder than your unprotected body could endure. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing warmth through your thin sweater. You heard the door open then heavy footsteps crunching towards you, you closed your eyes and fought the urge to cry as Chris draped your coat over your shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing your arms. “You’re right, I don’t get it. If you’re not ready, then- you’re not ready.” Your shoulder shook gently as you cried as quietly as you could. “I can’t force recovery on you, I can just be here for you as you recover. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he repeated as he gently turned you around. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.” He cupped your face in his hands and brushed away your tears, starting to cry himself. “I’m sorry you’re going through all this, I’m sorry you think you’re not beautiful because you are.”
“I’m broken, aren’t I?”
“No,” he shook his head then pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. “You’re not broken, you’re just lost right now. But we’re going to get you out of this, okay?” He rubbed your back soothingly as you cried into his shoulder. “I promise you, this pain isn’t going to be forever.” He pulled back to take your face in his hands again, “and I always keep my promises, don’t I?” You nodded, sobbing. “So believe me, you’re going to be okay.”
“I love you,” you choked out as he pulled you back in for another hug.
“I love you too,” he whispered, clutching onto you as tightly as he could.
I think things are going to be changing for the better. Honestly, what is ageism really, you know? If you take care of yourself and you feel good then that’s really all that matters at the end of the day. I could be 80 tomorrow and I’d still be okay. It’s all the way you think about things. So I’m excited. Bring on all the years.
Word count: 988 (sorry its short! I’ve been super busy with finals)
Request: By a darling anon, Maybe something with Steve meeting a bookworm girl? Like her bag got stolen and she’s running after the guy and Steve saves her bag of books? Fluff and all that :) Idk, just books and fluff!
A/N: Finally some Steve fluffiness! Hope you guys enjoy!
Immediately after discovering that a new book store had opened no more than two blocks away from your apartment, you dropped everything you were doing, grabbed a tote bag and slipped out onto the street. You made your way through the groups of people cluttering the streets and finally came before the most charming little bookshop that you had thought you’d ever seen.
It had a small bell on the door which rang when you opened it and the inside smelled like fresh baked cookies. There were couches placed all around the shop and rows upon rows of books. You strolled down the aisles, occasionally running your finger along the bindings of the books as you scanned them.
You came across a copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’, one of your favorites. You tipped it out the the shelf and flipped it open to scan through the pages. You had a copy of this very same book already at your apartment but it was well read and very worn. At least that’s what you told yourself when you snapped the book shut and decided to buy it. You could never resist new books.
As you continued to wander the aisles you found the third book to a series you had been meaning to finish and a new thriller from one of your favorite authors. Deciding that you had done enough damage, you took all of your books up to the oak check out counter. A sweet older woman greeted you there.
“Will this be all for you ma’am?” she asked.
“I think so, yes, but trust me I will be back for more in no time. You’ll be seeing a lot of me around here I imagine.”
“Well then, I look forward to the next time you come around,” she beamed and handed you your books. You placed the books in your tote bag and smiled at her, then turned around to make your way to the door.
The sun was still bright in the sky when you left the shop. You could normally get lost in bookstores for hours and you weren’t sure what time it was. You plucked your phone out of your pocket to check, when someone snatched the bag of books right out of your hands.
You were shocked for a moment and then scanned the crowd of people in front of you for the person who robbed you. You started running after them but you soon felt hopeless as they gained more distance on you and nobody seemed interested in helping a woman who was being robbed. That was until you saw a very large man dart around you and continue to chase the criminal. You slowed your pace slightly and watched in awe as the man easily caught up to the thief and ripped the bag out of his hands. He gripped the man’s shirt and exchanged a few angry words with him, until shoving him away and turning to find you on the sidewalk. He cautiously approached you and handed you your bag keeping a respectable distance between the two of you.
“Oh my god, thank you so much! I was way too slow to catch that guy,” you exclaimed and almost wanted to hug the man who saved your books. He was very handsome after all. He had broad shoulders and a charming smile. The tiniest bit of stubble marked his cheeks and jaw and his dirty blonde hair caught the sunlight.
“It’s no problem ma’am. Just doing the right thing,” he said and shrugged nervously. His cheeks gained a slight pink tint the more you smiled at him.
“Don’t down credit yourself! You’re practically my hero! What’s your name?” You questioned him.
“Steve Rogers,” he beamed and stuck out his hand for you to shake.
“Y/N L/N” you stated and shook his hand.
“That’s a beautiful name” he stuttered and then as if realizing that he had said it out loud, scratched the back of his neck and sent his gaze to the ground. You chose to spare him the extra embarrassment of acknowledging what he had said and just smiled.
“You have no idea how grateful I am. What could I ever do to repay you for saving my books?” His eyes darted to yours with a nervous smile.
“Well um, you could give me your number and I could pick you up tomorrow around 7? If that’s okay with you of course,” he stammered and if it was even possible his cheeks became even more overcome with a blush. A smile spread across your face and you nodded enthusiastically.
“Sure!” you beamed. His eyes widened as his gaze focused on your face.
“Really?” he stuttered.
Yeah really! Here, give me your phone! I’ll text you my address,” his eyes widened at your easy acceptance and reached into his pocket to get his phone. He handed it to you and you swiftly entered in your information.
“Here you go mister, and I will see you tomorrow at 7,” you said and dropped the phone in his palm as you turned on your heel and began to walk away from him. You swayed your hips a little bit more than you normally would with a massive smile on your face.
Hey. I really love your page and writing (definitely my fave lol)!!! Could you do a rick x reader smut after they come back from a really hard run or something ty Request 2:Heeey! You’re such an
amazing writer! Can u pls write a rick x reader smut where the reader is young
(but of age of course) and she thinks she can do things on her own so she
sneaks away and gets attacked by a walker and rick finds her just in time and
somehow in the chaos of fighting off the walker he falls on top of her and they
end up having rough sex in the woods? Pls and thank u!)
Note: so i decided to merge these two requests as they were quite similar, i hope you enjoy!
You crossed your arms over your chest and angrily looked out
the window of the car, watching the trees all blur into one big blob of green.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of (y/n)” Rick spoke from the
You ignored him and continued to sulk. Rick had taken you
out on a run so that you could practice killing walkers and just get your
defence up in general. You ended up nearly getting yourself killed and Rick had
to come to your rescue. You hated that you couldn’t look after yourself. It was
bad enough that you were the youngest in the group, and now you had to be saved
by Rick? You wanted to prove to him that you could take care of yourself, you
really liked him and you didn’t want to let him down. You rolled your eyes as
he continued to tell you that it was okay and you could try again tomorrow.
“Fine” you muttered.
You pulled up to the gates of Alexandria and as soon as rick
parked up the car you were out of it in a second. You walked back to your house
and shut yourself in for the rest of the day. You had a plan, you would sneak
out later and find some walkers to practice killing, then tomorrow you could
surprise Rick with your new skills. **********
You shrugged your jacket on before slipping your knife into
your hand. You snuck out of your house and slipped through the small crack in
the gates. Nerves ran through you as you tightened the grip on your knife and
spotted the first walker. You remembered what Rick said, stay calm, you’re
faster than them, and smarter. You let the walker get closer to you before you
grabbed its shoulder and shoved the knife through its head. You let out a
breath you didn’t realise you were holding when the walker slid to the ground. You
wiped its blood on your jeans and moved on to the next. One, two, three. You were
taking out walkers like you were a pro. You looked at the last walker and
grinned at it.
“Come on you piece of shit! Give me all you got!” you spread
your arms out and watched the walker limping towards you. You raised your knife
and you were just about to end its misery when you heard a gurgle from behind
you. You turned and didn’t have time to think before the walker lunged at you,
sending you flying to the floor. You tried to fight the walker off with only
your hands, you had no idea where your knife had fallen. You noticed the other
walker was getting closer to you and you were about to give up fighting when
two gun shots rung through the air. The walker went limp above you and you
watched the other drop to the ground. You quickly jumped to your feet and
turned around to see Rick, a gun in his hand. He had saved your life again.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked, keeping
his voice low.
“I was trying to surprise you for tomorrow!” you defended yourself.
“By getting yourself killed?”
“I could have handled it!”
“Yeah right, (y/n). You need to stop trying to prove
yourself to me. I can already see that you’re a strong woman” he stepped closer
You looked down to the floor but Rick grabbed your chin and
jolted your head up. “I can’t lose you”
His words echoed in your ears as you moved your face up to his
and kissed him. He held your chin in place and you were only in control for a
couple of seconds before Rick somehow forced your mouth open and started caressing
your tongue with his. The rough movement of his lips and the growing lump in
his pants was turning you on. He guided your hands to his bulge and you
massaged it, making sure to apply pressure where he liked it. He moaned into
your mouth and you did the same as he moved his hand into your jeans, his
fingers finding your soft spot.
Rick pushed you up to a nearby tree and he practically
ripped your clothes off, you were left in only your bra and panties. You fumbled
with the belt in his jeans but you managed to get it off. He quickly removed
his shirt and dropped it to the floor. There was no time for Rick to admire
your body, he was in the mood for rough sex, where there was barely any passion
involved, just straight up dominance on his part. The tree bark dug into your
back as Rick pushed his body up against you, making you feel his hard on press against
Rick was leaving dark bruises on your neck from the sucking
and biting, he then dropped to his knees and lifted your leg onto his shoulder.
You moaned out in pleasure as he slowly licked up your slit, not applying
enough pressure on the parts you wanted. You grabbed a handful of his hair and
you practically pushed his head further into you, closing your eyes as he was
finally getting your right spots. He
moaned into you, sending vibrations shooting through your body. He knew you
were close to orgasm, so he moaned one more time into you before removing his
head, not allowing you to have that euphoric release.
He stood back up and lifted your leg even higher. He pressed
his forehead against yours before shoving himself all into you. You shouted out
in pleasure and pain and Rick placed his hand against your mouth to keep you
from making any more noise.
“If you want that pussy fucked then you gotta be quiet” he
growled in your ear.
You nodded your head and he continued to move at a fast
pace. You grabbed onto his shoulders as your leg was starting to shake and you
were forgetting how to stand. Rick noticed and pulled out of you. He flipped
you around and pushed you to the floor, your ass facing him. The dirt and
leaves felt cold against your bare breasts but you forgot about that when Rick
entered you from behind. The pleasure was more than you could handle and you
had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from moaning out loud. You both let
out little grunts here and there but nothing more.
Rick then leaned forward and dug his fingers into the soft
dirt, clearly the pleasure was overwhelming for him too. He thrusted into you
harder, his long length hitting your g-spot over and over until it sent you
over the edge. Rick grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled your head back,
covering your mouth again with his other hand while your screams became
muffled. As your walls clenched around him it sent him over the edge as well,
both of you carrying out each other’s highs for what seemed like forever.
When you had both caught your breath back you heard the familiar
groan of walkers. Rick quickly helped you up and you both put your clothes back
on, you made sure to roll your eyes at him when he saw your ripped shirt. He gave
you a quick apology before dragging you through the woods and back to the
safety of Alexandria. —————————————————————————————————-
“We could turn and run
you know,” Jiho mumbles in my ear. I elbow him in the gut and glare at him over
my shoulder. He pouts but says nothing else. My hand is in a tight fist held up
resting against the heavy wooden door prepared to knock but my hand won’t move.
We’ve been standing here for more than five minutes, Jiho making comments about
running away and me basically shaking in my heels. I have to prepare myself for
what is beyond this door. The insanity I kind of miss but in the long run
actually drove me insane. Am I ready for that again? The rules? The unending
neediness? The baby talk?
“I think I’m ready,” I finally decide.
Jiho chuckles, “Then knock.”
With a deep breath I knock on the door three
times before stepping back right into Jiho’s chest. He lets out an oof, “We are not here to play ding dong
ditch, step up big girl.”
The door is ripped open by the youngest
brother, “Noona!” He yells gleefully.
“Hi Sehunnie,” I chuckle at his childish
excitement. The others appear behind him with the same goofy smiles. “Hi
“You are home!” Xiumin rushes past the others
and scoops me up in a tight hug, his tucks his face in the crook of my neck and
mumbles softly, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I miss you too, Minseokie,” I muse playfully.
He leans away with a small smirk on his lips,
“I love hearing my name on your pretty lips.”
“I’m going to g before things get any weirder,”
Jiho grumbles. I step out of Xiumin’s embrace to give Jiho a small hug. “I’ll
see you Monday, okay?”
“Yes, bright and earlier! Are you going to
update the boys without yelling at them or should I call them later?”
He rolls his eyes at me, “I’ll let you know, they
will be curious as to why you aren’t at home, so it’s up to you really if you
want to explain that to them.”
“Lets just keep my location quiet until further
notice, I don’t want anyone worrying.”
“It is going to take less than a day for them
to know something is wrong, or different I guess.”
“Ugh,” I groan, “We’ll just deal with them when
they ask, until than go home and get some rest, this is your first weekend off
since we met. Enjoy it Oppa,” I pull him down to my level and place a kiss on
“See you later, Pretty bird,” He hands my bags
over to a glaring Kris before turning on his heel and heading back to his car.
He winks at me over his shoulder, I grin and mimic his action.
Kyungsoo surprises me by wrapping his arms
around my shoulders, “I thought I told you that I don’t like seeing other boys
I chuckle as I turn around in his grasp, “And I
thought I told you Jiho is going to be a big part of my life.”
“That doesn’t mean he gets to touch you,” He
“He didn’t, I touched him.”
“Such a smart mouth,” Kris clicks his tongue.
“Would you want me anyway else?” It was meant
to be a rhetorical question but it ended up being loaded with so much more.
“We love you anyway you are,” Xiumin answers
quickly stroking my head.
“Good answer, now Kyungie,” I pout cutely, “I’m
“Good,” Kyungsoo kisses the top of my head before
dragging me inside. The inside is exactly the same as before but instead of the
usual smell of their clones, the air is thick with the smell of cleaning
products and other fresh fragrances.
“We cleaned,” Suho explains.
“Deep clean? What did you boys have to get rid
of?” I muse.
“We had been gone for over a year, things need
to be cleaned, especially after you were coming home.”
In the dining room Kyungsoo sits me down at the
table full of food, “Wow.”
“I hope you are hungry,” Baekhyun gives me a
“This all looks so delicious!” I clap my hands
together. They all join me at the table and for a brief moment I forget about
everything. I look around the table and feels like nothing has changed, like I
never left in the first place. They must feel the same from the playful
conversations they are having with each other, actually acting like brothers
compared to the hostile atmosphere from before. It’s surreal.
“Before you mentioned a few more rules,” Luhan
chimes in on my left. I stop eating and give him a small smile.
“Are you sure you want to talk about it now?
Things are really peaceful at the moment.”
“I would like to know what is okay and not okay
to do to make sure we don’t make you upset.”
I sigh, “Alright, first off, no trash talking
Jiyong or Jiho, I know you are all still pissed about what happened and you
should be but out of respect for me, please don’t. No daddy over rule, well in
most situations. If I say I have to leave, I have to go, if I say I can’t wear
that out, I can’t wear it out. Connected to that just like how you guys can’t
ignore your work I can’t ignore mine so when Jiho shows up on the door step you
guys need to understand that I have to leave. When it comes to work, feel free
to ask me anything about it, as long as you are all 100% honest with me. This
is going to be hard to get through but secrets will only make it worse. I have
seen what you guys can do,” I lock eyes with Xiumin, “I have heard the stories
but I’m still here.”
“It is going to be hard to tell you things like
that,” Tao admits meekly.
“You don’t have to pour your soul to me about
it but if I ask don’t sugar coat it, just tell me what happened and we will
leave it at that. Next thing, please do not tell my friends I’m me, or that I’m
alive, I don’t want to make things more emotional.”
Kai smiles, “Good, I don’t want to share you
with anymore people anyway.”
“Did you have anything else?” Xiumin wonders
with his hand on my back.
“One more, please, you guys, do not try to lock
me up in here again. I am not getting back into that bubble. I won’t cook, I
won’t swear in front of you, I’ll call you daddy, act little, ask permission to
do little things but I will not let you guys force me into a little state of
mind again. If I’m feeling little, I’ll act like it, but if I’m big I don’t
want cold shoulders and asshole comments, okay?”
“Of course!” Luhan pulls me on to his lap and
hug me tight, “I missed my sweet baby so much!”
“I missed you too daddy lulu,” I laugh as I
snuggle into his embrace.
“Are we really going to pretend like everything
is fine?” Kris wonders. Any light in the room suddenly turns dark and the air
I sigh , “I mean I guess we can all talk about
everything that happened, but from what I saw last week you guys saw what
happened to me. Everyone gave me an update on what was going on with everyone
else, is there something else you wanted to tell me?”
“But Baekhyun almost slit your throat. They
were going to slaughter you! Jiyong lied to you and sent us on a
self-destructive path, who knows what the Jiho guy had to do with all of this
but I can guarantee that he isn’t innocent. How are you just going to pretend
that everything is okay?”
“Because my only other option is to leave all
of you behind, is that what you want? I still have my bags packed if you would
like to drive me to the airport.” I try to stand up but Luhan’s hold on me
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Luhan snarls, he
glares at Kris. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“I’m trying to realistic, she had this really
traumatic experience and she is just blowing it off, how are none of you
“How do you want me to handle this?” I muse.
“She is past it,” Suho snaps, “why the hell are
you trying to hold on to all that shit?”
“I just don’t want to have this idea in my head
that everything is going to be okay but tomorrow or the day after you could
decide that you don’t want to deal with us and life with Jiyong is so much
better. I can’t handle you leaving us again,” The giant answers honestly
breaking my heart. I leave Luhan’s embrace to go to him, pulling him in to my
arms I rest his head against my chest and my chin on his head.
“You got me daddy, don’t worry,” I reassure him
softly. “I’m sorry for being gone.”
He wraps his arms around my waist, “I’m sorry
for letting you go. You are never leaving us again, got it?” I lean away to
give him a stern look, he groans, “Unless it’s work related or Jiyong’s time,
“Whatever you say Daddy!” I chuckle.
“God, I’ve missed that word from your lips!” He
surprises me by scooping me up off the ground into a tight hug.
“Now is everyone good? Anyone else want to tell
me their worries because now is the time.”
“I haven’t been able to get you at all, that’s
all I want,” Chen whines cutely. I pat Kris’s chest so the giant will let me down.
“Well get up lets go!” I say with a big smile.
“Go where?” Half of them echo.
“To play!” I giggle mischievously as I run out
of the dining room to the living room where I find the floor to ceiling windows
that open to the steaming pool. It’s probably only 40 degrees outside but that
doesn’t stop me from pushing open the windows and peeling off my clothes until
I’m left in just my underwear. I jump into the warm water before the boys even
have the chance to grab me.
“Baby!” A few of the yell in concern. I pop out
of the water and tread in the center of the pool with a big grin on my face.
“What do you think you are doing? It’s
absolutely freezing out here! You are going to get sick!” Chen worries holding
his hand out to me, “You need to get out right now!”
“The pool is heated, it’s fine! Come on! We
never used this pool the whole time I was here now seems like the perfect
“Jooyoung get out right now!” Kyungsoo orders.
I stick my tongue at them, “Come and make me.”
Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Kai, and Xiumin are trying
their best not to crack a smile and failing horribly. Baekhyun is the first to
begin stripping out of his jeans and shirt, followed by the other three.
“What are you guys doing?” Suho scoffs.
“Going to get her,” Chanyeol muses and he jumps
into the water.
“Come on daddy Chen,” I sing, “Don’t you want
you play with me?”
“What if you get sick?” He nags.
I swim up to the edge a pear up and him, “Then
you can just nurse me back to health, until then…” I surprise the man by
grabbing him arm and pulling him in. “Who is next?” They all stare at me
dumbstruck for a moment. “Sorry I forgot to act little.”
Tao smiles, “Forget about acting big or little
how you are acting now is adorable. I see you’ve been working out.” He jumps in
and pulls me away from the wall, “Look at my strong girl.”
“I learned how to kick some ass, maybe we can
try sparing again.”
He grins, “I can’t wait.”
“You can not just pretend you did not pull me,
fully clothed, into the pool!” Chen roars as he swims our way.
“Ah Daddy help! Daddy Jongdae is going to get
me!” I scream as I swim towards the large group of boys already in the water. Kai
catches me and holds me tight in one arm and holds his hyung away with the
“Fuck it! Everyone in the pool!” Suho decides,
the last six standing on land finally join us.
“Does this mean I’m not in trouble for not
listening?” I coo.
“Hell no,” Kyungsoo chimes with a smile, “we
are just going to have some fun before hand!”
“I think I’m going to enjoy this new Joo,”
Baekhyun smirks, “She is going to be a bit more trouble but a lot more fun.”
“Oh you have no idea!”
Okay lovelies I have a question for the readers who aren’t exo fans or kpop fans in general. Did you look up them up to see what they look like or did you just make up an image of them in your head?
Authors Note: Alright, here it is. Sorry it’s a bit late but I had shit to do. Tell me what you think? What do you think should happen next? Also, next part is gonna be a little…well, steamy? They start training and that means all kinds of touching…
Warnings: alcohol, swearing, jealously, shorter than before
Word Count: 1961
“You can’t be seriously be avoiding this, (Y/N).” Steve sighed,“This is a big deal. You don’t understand. Buck thought he didn’t have a soulmate, that he didn’t have the perfect match…”
(Y/N) shook her head,“Steve, he hates me. There is no way I’m gonna just come out and say I’m his soulmate.” She insisted,“That’s just ridiculous, he would never be on board with it.”
Steve let out another deep sigh, giving her his signature ‘I’m disappointed in you’ look.“You aren’t changing my mind, (Y/N).”
(Y/N) let out an over-dramatic groan before getting up to mope in her room instead of listening to Steve act like a father putting his foot down.
There was no way that Steve’s little plan would work. It didn’t matter if Bucky was her partner for missions now, it wasn’t gonna make him like her.
Steve acted like she was the bad guy in this, like she wasn’t torn apart about it all. She had been waiting for this day, dreaming about a guy who was on her side. She was finally going to have someone who cared.
Of course fate had screw with her, it always did. She didn’t know why she thought this would be any different from every other important person in her life.
(Y/N) walked down the hallway to her bedroom, passing by Bucky who was radiating with aggravation. It peaked her interest, and before she even knew it, she had zoned in on him.
Bucky shut the door to the meeting room where Steve was, the slam echoing through the Headquarters. Or at least she thinks it did, her hearing was slightly inferior to everyone else’s.
“How dare you partner me up with her? She’s insufferable.” Bucky stated, making (Y/N) heart ache at her soulmate’s words.
“She isn’t insufferable, Buck. C'mon, you need to ease up on her. I like you might ever like her.” Steve said with a knowing tone.
Bucky laughed dryly,“No way. She’s walks around like she is better than everyone, and she has no regard for anyone else. I can’t work with her, Steve.”
“Well, you don’t have a choice, Bucky. This is how things work. You work with her, it doesn’t matter if you like her or not.” He told him,“You’re partners now. You work together and you protect each other. Just…try it out, okay? Give it a month or at least four missions to see how you fight together.”
(Y/N) zoned out after that, taking a turn into the training room instead of going to her room. Maybe she just needed to work out these emotions on a punching bag.
It was two hours of punching and kicking, practicing moves and letting her senses take over before Natasha came in with a mischievous grin.
“Let’s get you all dolled up.” She said with a teasing tone. (Y/N) just raised her eyebrows as she drank from her water bottle.
Once she swallowed, she replied,“For what exactly?”
“We’re all going out to a club. A private one, of course. We would track too much attention if we went to a bar. Now, come on. Wanda, You, and I are all getting dressed up, and having fun. Cause honey, you need it.”
(Y/N) laughed at that, nodding slightly before following Natasha back to her room. After a quick shower, and a thin layer of makeup, (Y/N) was slipping on the little black dress with a sparkling bottom/skirt that hugged her figure perfectly. Her cleavage popped out teasingly and her smooth legs were covered with black stockings.
Wanda and Natasha both whistled,“Wow, you might have Barnes on his knees!” Natasha teased and (Y/N) rollled her eyes.
“Whatever, he wants to kill me, not fuck me.” She commented as she grabbed her purse so she could join everyone to head out to the club.
That began the night of the unexpected. The private club was crowded with mingling adults and flashing neon lights. The music vibrated the floor and through her veins. The atmosphere was a mix of hormonal, foggy, and giddy. And (Y/N) honestly couldn’t wait to join them.
Natasha ordered everyone shots as soon as they got in the door, making a toast to the Avengers before everyone threw their heads back for the shot.
It wasn’t long until everyone spread out. (Y/N) stayed at the bar, eyes roaming over the mass of people before her eyes landed on Bucky.
He was across the room, talking to a girl in a tight pink dress who was giggling way too much and touching on his arm. It made (Y/N) sick to watch, shaking her head. Wow, she couldn’t believe this. She barely knew the guy but she wanted so bad to beat this girl because Bucky Barnes was her soulmate.
But he didn’t know that. He’d never accept it if he did.
(Y/N) cleared her throat,“I need the strong alcohol you have, sir.” She said to the bartender who nodded quickly before starting to mix some weird drink that she couldn’t hear over the music.
One drink, then two, turned to six and then she was on the dance floor. She was surrounded by singles, grinding against any guy who pressed up against her. Everything was foggy, which was unusual for her cause her sense are usually the clearest thing to her.
She didn’t know when, or why, but Natasha pulled her out of the sea of boys and back into the crowd of friends.“Hey, (Y/N),” Nat said, snapping her fingers to get her attention.“I think you need to go home. Bucky’s heading home and you’re going with him before you do something stupid.”
“But he haaaates meeee.” (Y/N) whined, pouting at her best friend.
“He will get you home safe. Now, go, you’re too drunk to be left alone.” Natasha insisted as Bucky helped (Y/N) stumble to a cab.
Bucky told the cab driver the address as (Y/N) swayed in her seat a little.“Bucky…why are you so quiet? Did you not have fun?” She asked.
Bucky cleared his throat a little,“Um..well, it’s hard to have fun when you can’t get drunk. Steve’s friendly with everyone already, so he doesn’t need the alcohol. But I’m not as lose, I guess.” He shrugged,“Can’t get drunk and being the only sober one isn’t very fun.”
(Y/N) started to giggle to herself,“What if I told you I could help you?” She said mischievously.
Bucky raised his brows,“And how would you do that?”
“Oh, my good friend, Thor, God of Thunder and sunshine hair, gifted us with some Asgardian liquor…and man, it’s made for Gods, and I’ve seen Steve get drunk off of it.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” He said hesitantly.
“Oh c'mon, don’t be such a buzz kill…” (Y/N) whispered,“It could be fun. It’s just one nights. You can hate me tomorrow, okay?”
Bucky glanced over at her, watching her carefully before letting out a sigh.“I mean, I guess it wouldn’t be too bad…but let’s keep this between us, yeah?”
(Y/N) grinned in victory,“Yeah!” She giggled as the cab stopped in from of their building. Bucky helped her out, a hand on her lower back so she didn’t trip or anything as they walked into the building.
“I need to get out of this thing…” She whispered, not noticing the smirk on Bucky’s face.
“Why? You look good. It’s…” He scratched the back of his neck,“It’s a nice dress, fits well.”
(Y/N) barely heard his comment as she was already unzipping the back of the dress, and Bucky couldn’t help but stare in awe of her tan and fit body. He eventually had to turn away as she was stripping down as she walked to her bed room.
When she came back, she was in a pair of short shorts and a flannel, carrying an unlabeled bottle of liquor.
“This is for you, Mr. Barnes.” She said, handing him the bottle. He looked at her like she was absolutely ridiculous.
“Why do you keep a bottle of Asgardian liquor in your room?”
“Stark banned it from the tower after Thor dared some guy to a drinking contest…” She giggled,“Thor won.”
Bucky nodded slowly, going to find a glass and pouring himself half a glass.
“It works fast from what I’ve seen.“She commented, and really he should have believed her but she was drunk so she couldn’t possibly know what she was talking about, right?
Wrong. It was literally half an hour later and he was just about as drunk as she was.
"You’re so drunk, I can tell by the way you’re looking at me.” (Y/N) insisted, giggling at Bucky’s reaction.
“I’m not drunk, you’re just blurry. You wouldn’t understand since you’re like an animal of some kind…with the sense shit. You know what? You makes no sense.” He rambled, leaning back on the couch and grinning.“I’m not drunk.”
“Yeah, okay. You’re too nice to be sober.
"What?! I’m nice, you’re the one who put a knife to my throat the minute you met me.” Bucky retorted.
“You can’t hold that against me forever.” She said in a sing-song voice.“You have been friendly or nice to me at all since you got her. So, yes, you’re drunk cause you’re being kind.”
“Whatever, I’m nice. No, I’m charming. You should have met me back before all this. I was definitely charming.”
“You’ve got as much charm as a dead slug.” She murmured, shooting him a little smile.
Bucky leaned up to look her in the eyes,“You’re lucky your pretty, because that mouth of yours would get you in so much trouble one day.”
(Y/N) blushed,“Maybe I like trouble, Barnes.” She whispered back to him, biting down on her bottom lip and she made eye contact with him.
“I bet you do, doll.” He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at (Y/N).“You..have really beautiful eyes..they sparkle, you know? And shine…they’re just so damn beautiful.”
(Y/N) entire face with red with embarrassment and she was beyond flattered,“Oh- wow, t-thank you.”
“You’re also cute when you blush. And when you don’t talk…” He whispered,“But never seem to shut up.”
“Oh yeah?” She asked,“This your way of telling me I need to talk less? Cause that’s not very charming..”
Bucky smirked,“It might be.” He leaned in a little closer, their face just centimeters apart.“I bet I can think of a few way to get you to shut up…”
(Y/N) just smiled as they inched closer to destroy the space between them…lips just moments away when the door swung open and in came Sam and Natasha.
The soulmates quickly put a good distance between them, (Y/N) getting up and stumbling over the couch a little.
“So, yeah, um, I’m gonna go to bed…I’m really dizzy. I’ll see you in the training room tomorrow… partner.” She said as she backed away and only ran into one of the walls.
“Yeah..” Bucky murmured,“Goodnight, doll- um partner..”
As (Y/N) made her way to bed, she couldn’t get that moment out of her head and was his breath felt like against her lips. She wanted to feel his lips, were they as soft as they looked?
Did he want it as bad as she did? Or was it just drunken actions? Probably. All she could think was what the fuck was she gonna do tomorrow during training….
Oh boy, look. Leah is actually writing something. Woah. Woah. Leah finally did something. Okay then
Okay. I tried to write a thing. No prompt, no request. Nothing. This was a “throw-shit-together-and-hope-it-reads-okay” project XD. I hope you like it :) And send in them requests! -Leah
Of all time this could have happened, why now? Why here?
Yuri Plisetsky was asking himself this with every ticking second. Every single second that ticked by that he was seated on a bench. Every single second that brought more cold beads of sweat to his hairline. Every second that bleached his skin a bit paler. Every second his stomach twisted and gurgled.
He felt utterly miserable. And he had since he got off the plane. The symptoms he wanted to beg to be jet lag proved to be the door to so much horror.
He’d gone to his hotel after getting out of the airport. But in the morning he barely had time to throw his blankets off and bolt to the bathroom.
He didn’t even make it to the toilet. Instead, waves of vomit violently departed the teenager, leaving him with a pounding headache and lightheaded feeling he couldn’t shake off even after his dry heaving tapered off and he could manage a small amount of water.
Despite being utterly drenched in sweat, he was shaking furiously. He had no idea how, but somehow he got a shower and didn’t end up on the bathroom floor with a concussion.
He dried himself up and tied his hair back. But the tug of the ponytail just hurt his head more, making the young blonde whimper. Gently he loosened the tie, but still had his hair securely back.
He’d grabbed the trashcan by the desk, as it was the biggest, and pulled it over to the side of his bed.
He hoped, seriously hoped, he could sleep off this bug and be okay tomorrow.
Oh wow was he wrong. Again his fever seemed to be high and, despite the heat radiating from his skin when he placed his hand on his cheek, he was trembling furiously. In less than thirty seconds, he was leaning over the edge of the bed, violently coughing up the water in his body.
That day, he barely made it through Agape with the perfect score he had.
Everything after that seemed a blur. Like it was there in his mind, but he couldn’t quite grasp what had happened after his skate.
Allegro Appassionato would completely do him in. The routine was challenging on a good day, when Yuri was in perfect health. But sick? With nausea that almost had him doubled over, with a close to dangerously high fever, with his muscles feeling like lead and his head pounding furiously. Yuri knew he was done for.
And yet, Allegro was as beautiful as ever. Each jump was precise, each spin executed to perfection, body tense with determination. He had control over this, how his arms moved, how straight his back was. He threw every last bit of energy he could possibly muster into his routine.
But it drained him entirely, his whole body hurt and his head felt dizzy. He held his pose then skated off, not even bothering to bow. He’d just paint the blue-tinged ice with bile if he did so. So, he got off the ice.
Immediately, long fingers and a lightly calloused palm brush over the blonde’s forehead, who subconsciously swayed on his feet.
“Damn it Yurio, what have I told you about taking care of yourself..?”
This voice, this voice that is stern and lecturing but so calm and steady. It’s Viktor, Viktor is here.
Wait, why wouldn’t he be. His husband is performing. But at this point, Yuri ceases to care.
As if things couldn’t get any worse, they do. Yuri’s knees buckle and his small, feverish body collapses into Viktor’s torso.
A small string of Russian curses follow before Yuri is picked up in Viktor’s hold.
It’s a while before Yuri wakes up again. But when he does, he feels something ice cold, right over his eyes, as if shielding the light out and lowering his fever.
His stomach is acting furious now and he only whimpers softly.
A hand brushes through his hair, someone must’ve taken it out of that braid and changed his clothes from the skate uniform into sweatpants and a t-shirt. For that Yuri is thankful. Because his head really fucking hurts. Which in turn does nothing for his stomach. And the loose clothing keeps immense pressure off his aching abdomen.
Another whimper, a sickly one, emits from the young blonde’s throat.
“Yura?” A soft voice asks.
It isn’t Viktor. It is not Yuuri. This voice is different. It’s not condescending or childish. No…
“Yuuri and Viktor went for medallion ceremony. They left me here since I’m across the hall.”
“Do you need something?”
In that instant, Yuri slaps a hand over his mouth, digging his nails into his cheek slightly.
Otabek must catch on, for he places a hand under the smaller teen’s back, between his shoulders, edging him into a sitting position.
Within moments Otabek is slipped up behind Yuri, supporting the sickly skater while also keeping him upright and holding the wastebasket.
Otabek lasts the time it takes, feeling each heave against his chest as they tear from Yuri.
Thankfully, it’s over soon.
Shakily, Yuri wipes his mouth with his hand.
Otabek takes the discarded rag and drenches it in the bowl of ice water, he wrung it back out and handed it back to Yuri. It doesn’t take long for the rag to be over Yuri’s eyes again.
It sends a nice feeling over him and it dulls the ache, no doubt from dehydration and strain, behind his eyes.
He’s forced to drink a little more water, and he downs half the glass, the cool liquid feeling good down his torn up throat.
Again the mattress shifts and Yuri is gently passed over to someone else. a jacket of some sort is being draped over his body. The scent is recognizable as that Katsudon’s usual smell whenever Yuri hugs the older skater on that rare occasion.
He nestles into the coat and cuddles up to whoever is supporting his ill body.
Sure, the timing of this fucked him over no doubt. He probably lost. Didn’t even make it to the podium.
“You got gold. You’re going to the Grand Prix…”
This is the last thing Yuri hears, it quiet and steady but he knows there is pride in it. There is so much pride and astonishment that even sick as he was, he could still do this. And now he was going to the biggest match of all. And he who said it, was so happy for him.
And this brings a faint smile to his ghostly white face as he drifts off into a finally restful sleep.
He opened the door and walked into the apartment. The silence hit him like a wall of vacuum, the air felt untouched and unused. He called her name into the dark apartment but all he got in return was the echo of his own voice traveling in to the darkest corner of the apartment just to jump back between the walls before it eventually came back to him right where he was standing in the doorway. He used his hand to guide him through the darkness to the lamp switch. With the lights flashing on it hit him, her things were gone. Her purse were not on the chair next to the tv as it usually was, the picture of her and Spencer as kids eating ice cream that usually were hanging on the wall next to the door was also gone and so was her tampons in the top drawer in the bathroom. All there was left to indicate that there once were a woman, an engage woman, living in the apartment was the engagement ring lying on the countertop in the kitchen. The countertop that they briefly had used to celebrate their book being done before the celebrations were moved to another place just weeks before, the countertop that provided a stable ground for the candle he lit before proposing to her just a week ago. All that was left of those memories were a ring, the ring he gave her as a declaration of love, as a promise that they one day would promise each other forever, as a step to their forever. But he had screwed it up.
After a walk around the apartment he laid down on the leather couch. The pillows still smelled like her, her sweet, flowery and enchanting scent danced its way in to his nose releasing the tears that his eyes so desperately tried to hold onto. They started to fall, slowly making their way down his cheeks, painting them with salty water marks. Soon his silent grieve transformed into a loud sobbing. He buried his head in the pillow, taking in her scent before the pillow got covered of his tears and the last mark of her winds off.
His loud sobbing covered the sound of the door closing. He didn’t notice the person peeking at him from the hallway nor how she desperately tried to walk past him on her tiptoes. She couldn’t talk to him, not yet. But when his sobs stopped and the scilence once again enlaced the apartment it’s was impossible to get out without getting noticed. Her steps almost echoed through the rooms, that’s when he noticed that she was there. Turning around his red eyes met hers, her cheeks were equally as red and her eyes were swollen, she looked broken. He suddenly, for the first time since he found Nicole, realized that it affected Aria too. That it had been eating her inside out being there under the dark cloud where he left her. He wanted to hug her but when he came closer she took a step back.
Her voice were cracking as if she has just been crying and her sore eyes met his red ones just to travel back to the floor where they were focus before, she couldn’t approve of herself meeting his glance.
“Aria, I’m sorry! Please, can we talk?”
She thought for a brief second before speaking again
“I don’t think there is anything to talk about, I just came to say goodbye or to leave a note”
“Aria please” his voice sounding more desperate than before
she just shook her head as respond, not able to say another word. When the tears started to make their way down her cheeks once again she couldn’t take it anymore, she moved past him making her way to the door. She wanted out, she couldn’t let him see her suffering like this. She didn’t want him to think of her as the jealous fiancé because she wasn’t. She needed him as support when he was away with his ex girlfriend, she tried her best to not feel pushed away, to be understanding and not burden him with her problems. But all she really wanted was to curl up in his arms, for him to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay and to be on her safe spot when the rest of her life were falling apart. But he was far away and had more important things to take care of. She could take a lot, but when he stopped calling and didn’t return her calls she couldn’t take it anymore, the only confirmation of him still thinking about her was the night calls. He called her every night to say goodnight and update her on what was going on, but suddenly it all stopped. She didn’t know what he wanted from her or if he even wanted her, that was when she decided to let him go because when you love someone and let them go then they will come back if they actually loved you too, right?
Ezra decided to do one last try, he hurried to caught her before she exited the apartment that they onces shared together.
“Aria please, you don’t have to forgive me I just want to talk. I want to explain because seeing you like this is eating me inside. Please, meet me tomorrow at the brew, we can have a coffee and talk”
She met his eyes once again, staring into them, straight into his soul, touching it in the sweet way that only her glance could.
lol now that I’ve spammed y’all with bios you should come check out @belledonarp because there’s a lot more where that came from (I think I reblogged like half of the ones only I wrote… like wow we got a batch of 31 characters u guys)… also I am so excited for it and I would do anything to get more apps and attention bc I literally cannot wait to start rping ok
Scenario: You’re the super hot server at a restaurant who said ‘enjoy your meal’ and I accidentally replied ‘I love you too’ and now I can’t look at you Genre: Lots of fluff. Word Count: 1,190 Author’s Note: Because I’ve been in the bts fandom for about 4 months at this point, and finally caved (the blood sweat and tears music video didn’t help)
Let’s just say you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him from the moment you and a friend entered the corner coffee shop.