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xjulixred45x · 17 days

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OKAY, I know I should work on the requests but I recently discovered the story of the game HADES and as a Greek mythology nerd that I am, I became obsessed, so I ask you to imagine this scenario that unfortunately I have not seen anywhere:

Platonic Yandere Zagreus+ Reader x son! reader

let me explain myself.

Imagine that we are between Hades 1 and Hades 2, where everything seems to be going well for Zagreus and his partner, both living in the Underworld and occasionally visiting the surface, but paying attention to their duties in general.

then they have a son! reader. Their pride and joy.

Zagreus probably thought that it would be difficult to have children without any kind of divine intervention, so seeing that his son was born alive by himself was a great relief and even pride, because it meant that he probably wouldn't have the same problem as his father, he would be freer than him.

son!reader ends up being a child who is super spoiled by his parents thanks to this, filled with affection not only from them, but from the vast majority of the beings in the Underworld, Achilles being a kind of Fun Uncle, Meg a cool teacher, Thanatos and Hypnos second father figures, etc.

even HADES loved this child.

the only problem that son! reader has is that, like his father and mother, he was very curious and stubborn. which led to the incident before he reached puberty.

It was an occasion where Zagreus and Reader were away due to a hasty visit to the surface, so son! Reader, like every child, did what he was told not to do:

get off the safe path.

From then on son! reader can die however you prefer, perhaps by the Hydra, by one of the enemies on the upper levels, by the river Styx, but my favorite excuse is that he found where the titans were and fell from the shock, dying instantly ( drawing a parallel with mythological Zagreus).

And when Zagreus and his partner find out? God, to say that they are devastated would be an understatement for their pain.

Everyone is hurt and sad about what happened, everything feels so silent now, heavy, empty...

to the point that the prayers of the beings of the Underworld reach the ears of Zeus, who in a certain way feels sorry for his brother for having lost a grandson and Zagreus for his son, who decides to apply Dionysus's typenof move, that is, leave the heart of the child in the womb of a human woman.

Zagreus is difficult to convince, he wants Zeus to do this directly with the reader, but if this is the only alternative, he will accept it. More when the mental health of both has also been seriously affected by this(Zagreus having mutilation and Self harm tendencies bc of grief and incapility of die? yep, although he'll probably be very worried if reader starts to seem like them too.)

And so the agonizing wait begins, the weeks go by, the months go by, and Zagreus and the reader are increasingly anxious and impatient. more distressed with a new day of silence at home, with each day of inactivity, with each hour that their child's room is empty...

But the wait pays off, when Zeus gives them the news that the time has finally come for them to go look for their son.

Zagreus takes off at full speed, with various bonuses given by people like Thanatos, Charon, some Olympians, hell, even his father goes easy on him.

and he begins to search quickly with the little time he has on the surface for his son, being guided by Zeus to where his son was.

When Zagreus was beginning to weaken and felt that he had come in vain, he heard it. a laugh, a small voice that he hadn't heard in a long time.

His son...alive again...

Here things are separated a little. two different scenarios.

1: SON! READER REMEMBER HIS LIFE LIKE GOD

This case is the fluffiest of all and definitely the least yandere.

when son!reader sees Zagreus he's running out to meet him, melting the godling's heart, relieved that his son is not only back in body, but in spirit.

They both return to the Underworld and receive them all with great joy, they ruffle the child's hair, give him gifts, Dionysius may even throw a party in honor of his return.

but it doesn't mean there isn't Yandere stuff.

Zagreus becomes incredibly overprotective of son! reader, to a disturbing degree, now practically does not leave him alone. the same with reader. If he is not with one, he is with another.

they make son! reader accompanies them everywhere and can only play with their supervision, only them, not anyone else. because the previous one was very effective last time.

I think the reader would use the death of son! reader like an auk to keep him fearful and thus avoid another incident. in general both being very obsessive with this new opportunity to have their son back.

Although it's not so bad, Zagreus and the reader continue to bombard him with love and affection, bringing him gifts, reading to him or telling him legends, even now they take him to the surface with them! It is within the scope of a happy ending, they could overcome their unhealthy tendencies over time...I hope.

The only way in this scenario for both of them to become yandere as is is if some person on the surface is "badly influencing" son! reader to be more independent or worse, go to the battlefield.

There Zagreus will directly get rid of said influence with the help of Thanatos.

Now, the most intense and interesting scenario.

2: SON! READER DOES NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT HIS LIFE AS ZAGREUS'S AND READER'S SON

Imagine that you are an apparently normal child with some strange characteristics (like maybe red feet or heterochromia), living peacefully with your parents that you have known all your life as a mortal... and FROM NOWHERE the fucking GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD comes to tell you who you are HIS child and not of your PARENTS....

practically this reader.

Zagreus would believe that after having spent so much time among mortals his son has forgotten his true lineage and even finds his innocence cute with the whole thing, but they must return to their TRUE home as soon as possible.

Since he is a god, A SON OF HADES, even if the reader's parents love him, they cannot fight for him, so they give him to Zagreus.

Zagreus is overjoyed with this, reader is so confused.

because after all he does NOT know these people, he does not know this supposed father who ripped him away from his birth family, he does not know his supposed mother who greets him with tears in her eyes when they arrive at the damn Underworld.

He doesn't know any of the gods who welcome him warmly, who ruffle his hair, who call him cute nicknames, who seem to have known him all his life when they don't.

reader is feeling like some kind of glorified pet. an empty replacement. This is not his house, his HOME.

while Zagreus and reader think that their son must be feeling very shocked by all the information and come home that they simply shower him with more love. much to the child's displeasure.

If the reader continues to insist that he doesn't really remember them, Zagreus will probably dismiss it as something temporary, which is simply the adjustment after an event as traumatic as dying (he gets it, seriously! he dies every now and then, but he doesn't want to think about on what it must have been like for his son).

while reader will try with Thanatos to make him remember things from the past, show him family photos and portraits that they made before the tragedy, his room, his old toys and stories behind them. all with so much love that the reader feels uncomfortable, as if he were usurping the place of their true son.

I think the reader would be especially uncomfortable if mom!reader were also a goddess, he feels VERY intimidated by both of them, but when they show this very...vulnerable and loving side...he doesn't know what to think.

In this scenario, both Zagreus and reader are more overtly manipulative and yandere. Zagreus can use his thousands of failed attempts to try to get out of the underworld on his own so that reader doesn't even think about doing so, while reader uses the reader's death as a way to guilt trip him so he doesn't leave them.

The reader feels bad for them and their son, but is very afraid of them. More after seeing Zagreus angry.

At first they would see Reader's attempts to escape as something "cute" thinking that he was "imitating young Zagreus" and was not serious. Of course, if he ran into a shade, Zagreus would appear and take him home. simply a game.

But when they were lost for long periods of time, they had a panic attack thinking that the accident had happened again. and when Zagreus found the reader, on a higher level and with scratches, he was furious, almost killing all the beings on that level.

It was enough to solidify the reader's decision to want to leave. This man was not only terrifying, he was dangerous.

I think that in this case there would be characters like Meg, Patroclus, Odysseus, even Thanatos himself who realize the reader's discomfort around his "parents" and even become his only allies in his escape attempts.

but because they isolate him so much, so much to the point that he can only leave the house of Hades if it is with them, no one else, and they see the desire to RUN in his face. They feel compassion for him.

This is how a new story in Hades begins. As a reader you will have to face many powerful deities, shadows, and more to escape not only from the Underworld, but from your delirious new family.

but Zagreus would not be himself if he were not stubborn and persistent . I wouldn't let him run and escape easily. not this time.

Could reader do it? let the game begin.

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

What can i Say? I'm obsessed over games i will NEVER get to play :,) but at least i'll try to see gameplays.

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waywardodysseys · 4 years

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Tease - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, sub!Mando, blow job, unprotected sex (wrap it up), teasing, cuffs

Requested?: Yes from this ask - I feel bad for making a request when you have so many, so feel free to ignore it. Mando and reader have been together a while, used to be bounty hunting partners, now a couple. Can we get a smutty sub!mando where he's tied up, begging, and overstimulated by the reader before she finally takes mercy on him.

Author’s note: none

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“You know the Guild will be after both of us now?” You hiss once abroad the Razor Crest with Mando and the kid.

“He needs our protection!” Mando grounds out as he places the kid in the bunk.

Your eyes roam over the green creature then at Mando. Your Mando.

He wasn’t yours years ago when you two first began working together. You were a bounty hunter; he was a bounty hunter. You had helped one another with jobs, eventually agreeing to work together as partners. Over time your working relationship turned into an actual relationship. There’s no one else you’d rather be flying around the Outer Rim with.

It’s been you and Mando. Now it’s you, Mando, and the kid.

Mando closes the cargo ramp then slides off his helmet. He turns to look at you.

“Please,” Mando whispers as he closes the distance between you two, “you know I see him as a foundling. He needs our help.”

You look at Mando.

“Din,” you whisper out.

“Y/N,” Din whispers as he brushes his mouth against yours.

The kid coos loudly, taking you both in.

Din pulls back and brushes your lips with a gloved finger. “I’ll find us somewhere to hide out.”

You nod as you watch him climb the ladder to the cockpit. You turn your eyes back on the kid.

“I hope you’re worth the trouble kid,” you remark as Mando pushes down on the throttle, getting the Razor Crest far from Nevarro.

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You watch as the kid plays with the other children of the village. Din had picked Sorgan as a hideaway for the time being. You knew he was on constant guard inside this village. His main priority was the kid, and you. It had always been you but now with the kid, you two had barely had an intimate moment in weeks.

You shared kisses in the hut before falling asleep in each other’s arms, but you hadn’t felt Din’s mouth on you in other places for what feels like forever. He hasn’t been inside of you either. You needed him to yourself, wanted him to yourself.

“Omera?” You look at the brown skinned woman with flowing brown hair.

She smiles at you, “yes Y/N?”

“You think you’d be able to watch the kid for a night?” You ask her.

She raises an eyebrow, “why?”

Your eyes land on Din. He’s in his full armored gear and helmet talking to some of the men. Heat spreads throughout your body.

“Mando and I,” you sigh.

“Need time alone?” Omera finishes.

You look at the woman and blush. “I, uh, I—”

Omera laughs. “I’ve seen the way you two are with one another. You try to hide it, but it shows in certain gestures and looks. I remember my husband and I being the same way when we were together.”

You and Din try to keep your relationship a secret when around other people. But he’d always press his helmet against your forehead, maybe touch the small of your back in a gentle way. He’d reach for your hand and squeeze it.

Omera moves to your side. Her eyes move between you and Mando. “We’ll be fine. The kid will be fine. Winta and I will watch him for you.”

You glance at the woman, “thank you.”

Omera smiles, “you’re welcome.”

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Din walks into the hut he’s been sharing with you and the kid. The sun has set, the village is quiet and he’s ready to hold you in his arms.

Din looks down at the handmade crib. The kid isn’t there.

He moves his eyes to the other part of the hut. Maybe you have him, but you don’t. All he sees is you covered in a blanket looking up at him.

“Where’s the kid?”

“Safe.”

Din slides his helmet off and places it on a stack of straw. He notices your arms are bare and a blanket is covering you from your chest all the way down to the end of your feet. He swallows.

“Are you naked?”

“Come find out,” you grin as you run a hand over the blanket and down your body.

Din groans as he takes off his gloves and sets them inside his helmet. He takes off his boots before he kneels on the makeshift bed. He reaches one hand under the blanket and encounters your naked skin.

You moan as his hand travels up your leg. His fingers tease your core then move up your stomach and over your chest.

Din presses his lips against yours. “I’ve missed your naked body against mine.”

“Strip for me Din. Please.”

Din nips at your neck before standing. He keeps his brown eyes on your Y/E/C eyes as he begins removing his armor and cloth uniform. He’s naked in front of you within a couple of minutes.

You bite your lip and moan. “Lie down for me.”

Din grins as he kneels then lies down on his back.

You remove your hand from under the blanket and show him what you have.

“You took my cuffs?” Din asks. His voice is thick with lust.

“Yes,” you answer as you push the blanket off you, revealing your naked body to Din. “Hands above your head.”

Din raises his arms above his head. His eyes on you as you cuff his wrists together then use a piece of material to tie his cuffed hands to part of the structure you two have been sharing the past few weeks.

Your hands travel lightly down his arms then over his chest and stomach.

Din hisses, “you know what your touch does to me.”

You grin, “I know.”

You nip at his neck as your fingers move through his shaggy brown hair. You make sure to remain on your side. You don’t want to straddle him yet. You want him to beg for you.

“Y/N,” Din whispers.

“Din,” you whisper as you move a hand slowly down his chest and stomach. Your fingers touch his hardening cock.

“Y/N,” Din moans. “Please.”

“No,” you whisper as you begin kissing your way down his chest and stomach.

You move your mouth down his body slowly, your mouth moving across his skin lightly. You smile to yourself as you hear him moan and hiss at your feather light touches.

You place your hand around his cock, you’re barely touching it.

“Gods Y/N,” Din growls.

You lean down and swirl your tongue around the tip.

“Fu—fuck,” Din hisses loudly.

“Not too loud,” you whisper as you release his cock and move your mouth slowly back over his stomach and chest.

“I love your hands on me. I love your mouth on me.” Din pants as he takes you in.

You’re looking down at him. Into those eyes it took you forever to see because he was afraid to show his face to you.

“I love all of you,” Din whispers.

“I love all of you too,” you whisper as your fingers trace over his lips. “I needed you to myself. I wanted you to myself. I’m greedy when it comes to you.”

Din grins, “I know.”

You run your fingers over Din’s chest and stomach, drumming lightly against his skin. Some of your fingers move over some scars he’s obtained over the years. You kiss one lightly then proceed to kiss another one.

Din moans, “please Y/N.”

You grin, “no.”

You skim your fingers up and down his chest and stomach then you move them across in a zig zag pattern.

“Gods, Y/N,” Din half moans, half grounds out.

Din’s body is in overdrive. Your touch sets him afire because your hands had been the first to touch his skin in years when the two of you first slept with one another. He knew once he felt your hands on his body, he wanted no one else to touch it.

Din arches his back and growls lowly as he feels your tongue flick out and touch the tip of his cock.

“Please,” Din moans, “please.”

You slowly engulf his cock. Your tongue swirls around his cock lightly.

Din half moans, half hisses. He knows you are still teasing him.

“Gods, Y/N,” Din moans as his orgasm rises inside of him.

You release his cock from your mouth. You let your finger travel up and down his cock.

“Please,” Din begs, “please. I need to be in you.”

You smile as your swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock while you trace two fingers up and down his cock.

“Y/N!” Din pants.

You kiss up his stomach and chest. You nip at his neck lightly, letting your teeth graze his skin.

You look down at him. You see the lust in his eyes, the desire. You know he enjoys your touch; know you love to tease him endlessly because he only wants your touch against his skin.

You straddle his body and kiss him deeply.

Din presses his tongue against your mouth, and you let him in as your hands cup his cheeks.

You are happy you finally get to have this intimate moment with him. Who knows when you’d have another moment alone after tonight.

You pull away from his mouth, both of you breathless.

You reach back with your hand, placing it at the base of his cock as you let yourself sink slowly onto his cock.

“Heavens, Din,” you moan as Din’s cock slides into your wetness.

“Yes,” Din hisses as he holds onto the last syllable. He relishes in your pussy welcoming his cock.

Din begins thrusting up.

“Din,” you state as you begin rolling your hips.

Din stops thrusting as you place your hands on his chest. His orgasm has been rising since he touched your naked skin under the blanket.

You roll your hips slowly then begin moving them faster. You arch your back as your pussy takes all of Din’s cock. You squeeze his cock with your slick walls, conforming your pussy to his cock.

“Y/N,” Din moans as he watches you ride him. He takes in your beautiful Y/H/C hair, those wonderful Y/E/C eyes he loves to look at – with or without his helmet.

“Din,” you moan lowly as your orgasm begins cresting. You know it’s only a matter of seconds.

“Yes, oh—fu—,” Din hisses as his own orgasm sweeps through him.

Din thrusts up and explodes inside of you. Your body begins to tremble as your own orgasm rocks through your body.

“Din,” you moan lowly again as your pussy clenches his cock, feeling Din emptying himself inside of you.

You arch your back then fall lightly forward. Your lips find Din’s neck, you nip lightly at his skin.

You sigh contently.

Minute pass before he moves his head and brushes his mouth against your temple.

“Y/N,” Din whispers.

You remove yourself from Din and reach up, untying the material then undoing the cuffs.

Within seconds you are inside of Din’s arms, he wraps them tightly around you as he pulls you up against his front. He uses a free hand to find the blanket and cover both of your naked bodies.

You smile up at him and cup his cheek.

“I’ll get my sweet revenge my Y/N,” Din whispers before claiming your mouth.

You smile against his mouth knowing he will, and you’ll enjoy every second of it like he did.

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wildefire · 5 years

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Gotta Be Prepared

This is for @teamcap4bucky‘s 2K challenge. I was cleaning out my docs and saw this, and had an immediate reaction of “COME ON MAN” because I was supposed to have posed this 80 million years ago.

Steve Rogers x (Female)reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of minor injury and alcohol, swearing.

Life being an Avenger was… interesting. You fought, you seduced, you fought some more, and a majority of the time you loved what you did. You were just a normal human, but you did think of yourself as a little above standard… which is why, currently, you’re running a training op with SHIELD trainees. In the woods. You know, just the normal stuff.

Wrong. You were up against a team that was mixed with the Avengers, and trainees. Of course, you weren’t quite against having mostly enhanced people coming after you. Except, you were you; cocky, secure, confidant, and most of all, you really wanted to win.

Each Avenger had their own squad of trainees that they coached and helped out- which was quite beneficial to both parties, because trainees were well-versed in some things that some of the avengers couldn’t do. (SHIELD trainees could, and would run kill missions for SHIELD against HYDRA or AIM members, or run a capture of someone too high-profile for the Avengers to go after, with the whole sokovia accords thing. The Avengers couldn’t operate in Berlin, but SHIELD agents could because, you know, the whole “dead” organization thing. Most were operating under some form of intelligence committee, namely agencies like INTERPOL and the CIA- sometimes the NSA.)

The woods really are pretty in springtime. Especially in upstate New York, where there's a different vibe to everything. More calm, less chaos. Sadly, you didn’t have time to climb the Oaks, or look at the pretty flowers. You only had time to quietly tell your teammates orders, and observe your surroundings.

“Alright guys. So, this is the plan. Run like hell. Bucky and Steve are fast as fuck, and they also know how to move suddenly, so zig-zagging won’t work. The main goal is to outsmart them. Do whatever you can to get them to not come after you, but, please don’t let them catch you. If one of you goes down, I don’t get the chance at the spa day, and neither do you. Who you really want to watch out for, though, is Natasha. She’s silent, and, as you all know, deadly. If you see her, you best be sprinting as fast as you can. Don’t hide, it doesn’t go well. Clint can see a mile away, but if you make it difficult for him, he may give up, but it’s not likely. If you see him, he can see you. If you can’t see him… well, he may be able to see you. Stay in groups of two. If one goes down, the other does too. I’ll be with y’all. Now, be free!”

At that, your team runs off in their partners. You decided that you’d have fun, and climb a tree and be Tarzan for a minute. Once you’d gotten to the strong branches, you stood up, get your balance, and began to run. You jumped from tree to tree, branches whipping your face and leaves getting caught in your hair, but you didn’t care. You loved it. As you jumped to the ground, you heard your earpiece crackle.

“Y/n, what do you do if your teammate sprained their ankle?”

“You do exactly what you’re doing right now. Where are you?”

“A clearing with three oaks and a patch of lavender. I think we’re near a creek?”

“I know where you are. I’ll be there in two minutes tops.”

You looked around, making sure that nobody was near you. They weren’t. You ran forwards, and took a left, jumping over a fallen log and rolling under another. You stood up, and froze- you thought that you’d heard a voice that most certainly not your teammates. Better get there fast, you thought. You continued running, and took a few more jumps and bounds, over small canyons, or dips in the ground. You burst into the clearing, and saw your teammates.

“Ryan, Quincy, are you both sure that you weren’t followed,” you asked in a whisper. Both looked at you with wide eyes, and then at each other. Newbies, they didn’t know. You sighed, and motioned for Quincy to hold out her ankle. It was sprained, pretty badly. You took out an ace bandage from her backpack, as well as some aspirin. You wrapped her ankle, and made her take the painkillers. It’d help with the soreness a little later, and with the pain now. You hoisted her up, and brought her to a log.

“I’m gonna have to call Rhodey, so he can take you to the infirmary. I’ll take up being Ryan’s partner, and you don’t have to worry, you won’t be punished. You guys are new, and this means that you can learn from it, and be stronger.” You took out a walkie-talkie, and spoke into it.

“Rhodey, I need a lift out for one of my teammates, she sprained her ankle, and can’t participate in the game.”

“I’ll be there in five, can you put a tracker out so I know exactly where she is?”

“Already out. See you after, Rhodey.” “See you after. Good luck, Y/n.”

You turned off the walkie-talkie, and put it back into Quincy’s bag. “So long, dearie. You’ll be right as rain once you’ve been put into the machine.”

Her expression was between scared and confused. You looked at Ryan, and jerked your head to the right, and began to run. You could hear him swear, and hightail it after you. Your earpiece crackle again, and this time it was FRIDAY, letting you know the point of which you would be winning at. You stopped, and so did Ryan.

“We’re going to go to that tree on the left, and then we’re gonna have to Tarzan it for a second, if we wanna be in the clear of Barnes and Rogers. They typically guard the first Mile around the checkpoint.”

“Tarzan it?”

“We’re going to be running around in the trees, as well as jumping from tree from tree. I know that you have telekinesis. That is useful, and this is a good test to your ability to multitask.”

He nods, and you leap up into the tree, aided by a telekinetic boost. The both of you begin to run, Ryan following your directions. You begin to slow, and Ryan stops your movement, and keeps you steady on the branch.

“Ok, so game plan. We’re gonna get out of the trees, and we’re gonna make a break for it. If one of the two soldiers show up, run as fucking fast as you can.”

“Got it.”

“Go.”

The both of you ran, and it was glorious for the time that lasted. Soon you saw a giant blonde man running for you, and you swore.

You shouted at Ryan “GO, GO, GO,” and kicked your speed up to a full-out sprint. He went left, and you went right, both in a dead sprint. You could see the checkpoint ahead, and Ryan did too. Neither of you let up with your speed, and you dove forwards. So did he, and you both made it.

“Holy shit, I just outran a supersoldier! Y/n, I just outran a supersoldier!”

“Congratulations, Ryan! That’s a feat that not many accomplish,” you said. “Our team has won! Now we don’t have to do 3 am’s for the next week! And, I get a spa day too, which is pretty awesome.” You looked at Steve, who was just… standing there.

“There was a prize for us?”

“Yep. We just didn’t tell you, because we wanted it to be fueled by the need to win, not for a proposed outcome other than winning.”

“Makes sense, I think.” At that moment, Steve turned his head, and sprinted in the direction of which he’d come. You noted this wearily, and so did Ryan.

“Yeah, I don’t get it either. I’m driven on a reward-based system. Do this workout, eat some cookies. Deadlift this weight, get my hair dyed, that sort of thing.”

“I’m not sure what my drive is, to be honest.”

“That's fine! You’re still young. I think. How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Yeah! You’re still young! You have time. For now, just follow your gut, and, of course, your orders.”

You could hear the undergrowth crunching and twigs snapping as people ran towards the two of you, hoping for security and safety. You wished them the best, but you knew that your team had already won. You grinned as you saw Bucky barreling towards them, running faster that anyone (except for Steve) could. You saw that it wasn’t anyone from your team, and had no qualms about them getting tagged. Just as Barnes was about to grab them, one of them crashed, head over heels. Game over. You smirked, left the circle, and offered your hand. “Do you need Advil? That looked like a rough fall.” The trainee grabbed your hand, and pulled herself up. “I’d love Advil. Maybe a margarita too.”

“Ha! I think that can be arranged.”

“Advil, please.”

“I got you. Take off your bag.” She took it off, and sat down on the ground. You took out her water bottle and the pills, and handed them to her. “Sometimes my ability to foresee this type of thing comes in handy, right?” She nods as she swallows, and then there's an awkward silence. Oh, forget this, this is NOT it. You get up, look around, and sigh.

“I don’t think that anyone is going to get here soon, so I’m gonna bounce. I know that y’all are probably pretty tired, but I’m antsy as fuck-” Lie “-so, I’ll see y’all later. Toodles.”

You walk away from the trio, and begin the trek (three minute walk) back to the compound, and you take out your phone for scientific purposes (to scroll through instagram) as you walk. You get so engrossed that you don’t hear the pounding feet and crunching leaves, which signal the incoming (typical) supersoldier. You only know that someone is behind you when you get tackled, and go tumbling towards the ground. As you “hit” the ground, you realize that someone had thought that you were still playing. You just weren’t sure yet. You suddenly realize that you’re laying on a rather muscled chest, and you realize that you’ve been there for a hot minute. You roll off of their chest, and look. Steve.

“Did you just try to kill me? ‘Cause you’re doing a fantastic job of almost doing so. The blonde oaf just stands up, smiles, and hugs you.

“No, I just wanted to say hi to my best girl without an audience.” You sigh, and melt into him, relishing in just how good of a pillow he is. He releases you, and you look up at him, to see him smiling down at you, with those brilliant eyes of his. You smile back, and reach up to give him a quick peck on the cheek, but he turns at the last minute and you end up kissing him on the lips. It was short and sweet, which was just how you liked it.

“I love you babe.”

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My Expectation

Series Summary:

Ever since my group 'Expectation' had gone viral, I've been pulled away from the type of dance I love, and have been mocked by those I admired most. I'm now determined to break out of this dance stereotype, and other problems my idol lifestyle has thrown at me, and return to what started my love for dance in the first place. My group members and some idol friends will come along beside me to help do just that.

My name is XY and this is my journey.[A series based off of the one shot "The Expectation"]

Chapter Summary:

My first dance practice with J-Hope

Pairing: J-Hope/Jung Hoseok x Original Female Character(s)/Reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Length: 1/? | MASTERLIST |

Comedy, Angst, Fluff

AO3

In the little notification bubble on my home screen it read:

“Testing. Testing. This is a test to see if XY gave me a fake number. Testing.”

I shook my head and shot back a quick reply:

“You’re so weird.”

I was just going to leave if at that, when I took the bait and replied again:

“Testing. Testing. It has been confirmed that this is XY’s real number. Testing.”

I smiled down at the phone, and stuffed it back in my pocket watching the scenery of Seoul pass by the window. I had a feeling that having J-Hope as a dance partner was going to be quite the experience. But hey, who was complaining? I was going to dance in a way I loved.

-3 Months Later-

I planted my right foot in front of my left and spun on the ball of my foot. The movement was smooth enough, but I over-rotated and tripped over my right leg, falling onto my butt yet once again. I groaned and flopped back against the hard panels of the floor. I had been trying to get the stupid rotation down for at least ten minutes, and with no profit. The step sequence wasn't difficult- I just kicked my right leg behind my left and then swung it back around, planting it in front of my left. Then, I clasped my hands in front and me and zig-zagged backwards jerking my shoulders in the direction of each diagonal. After that I centered myself and threw my hands out in front of me to the left, guiding my body into the spin which was followed by swaying out in the same direction. It was probably the simplest part of the dance, and I kept screwing it up.

I sighed and stared directly into the room’s artificial lighting as I heard footsteps walking up to my pitiful figure on the floor.

When the sound of footsteps stopped, it was replaced by the familiar wheezy laugh of my dance partner for the afternoon. I flopped my head in the direction of their feet and closed my eyes when they started to speak. “Funny, that looked different than how I remember choreographing it.”

I mocked his sarcastic comment before I turned my head back up and was greeted by a bright smile. He had his hands on his hips and his sweaty red hair hair was pulled back by a visor. The smile broke into a laugh and I rolled my eyes, extending my arm so he could help me up. Grabbing from the inside of my wrist, he pulled me up into a sitting position and I looked up at him and the younger member joining our practice.

“Oppa.., as much as I love your sarcasm, I could really do without it right now,” I sighed, letting my head fall into my hands. Hoseok laughed and squatted down on the balls of his feet to level with me. He cleared his throat to catch my attention, and I looked up from my moping.

“Hey, you haven't even been at it for that long. You're picking it up really quick, trust me.” Leaning closer to my ear he lowered his voice to a whisper, “If it provides any consolation, Yoongi-Hyung couldn't get down a similar move for an entire practice session.”

“I can hear you Hobi-ah…” the older boy called from a corner of the room. I laughed when the redhead quickly stood from his stooped position.

“Aniya, Aniya! I don't have any idea what you’re talking about Hyung!” he said, waving his hands back and forth in front of him, a wide phony smile taking over his features. I laughed at the interaction between the two and stood up, surveying the room.

I was in the BigHit practice room with the members of Bantan Sonyeondan, or BTS, around me. Two of the youngest members, Jimin and Taehyung, were talking near the tables in the back-right corner of the room and their leader, Kim Namjoon, was walking through the metal double-doors across from them. The two eldest members, Min Yoongi and Seokjin, were reviewing some choreography (or at least they were), while Hoseok-Oppa, Jungkookie, and I were going over a routine we had choreographed ourselves.

The original plan was that Hoseok and I were going to choreograph a routine together. While Hoseok had choreographed some of Bangtan’s songs before, my choreographing experience was minimal and I was eager to test the waters with a guiding hand to help me. Early on in the process, Jungkook had walked in on a practice and wanted to join. Hoseok and I saw no point against it, so for about a month now the three of us had been designing a dance to one of Yoongi’s unpublished tracks. Today, we were putting it together.

I laughed at Hoseok denying everything he had said about Yoongi-Oppa and walked back to the tables to grab my water bottle. My phone vibrated as I was wiping the back of my sleeve along my forehead, and I shifted my gaze to the screen. I had several new messages from the group chat I was in with the other Expectation members. The messages were all asking how practice was going and if any progress had been made, most of them from E. Setting down my water bottle, I smiled at the phone as the screen dimmed and picked it up. I grabbed Hoseok’s attention and nodded towards the door, waving my phone. “Mind if I step out for a bit, Oppa?” I asked, and he waved me out smiling.

I stepped out of the noisy practice room for a bit to open up KakaoTalk, and clicked on the call feature next to E’s Kakao ID. The phone rang for three tones before I heard a cheery voice on the other side of the line. “Unnie!”

I laughed at how excited she sounded and greeted her back. “Hey, Eunki-ah.”

“How’s practice going? Did you guys get the routine finished?” she asked, her voice pitched higher than what it usually was.

“Yeah, we’re putting everything together today. We should be able to go over a rough but full version today,” I told her.

“Yes!” she called, and I could almost see her fist pumping with a silly grin on her face. “Oh! That reminds me Unnie. Are you going to be able to make it for dinner tonight? The older girls were thinking of maybe going out before our schedules get hectic again.”

The smile I wore dropped from my face and I bit down on my bottom lip. Would I be able to make it? I glanced at the clock that hung on a far wall and noted the time.

It was near five o’clock and we still had a lot of work to get done on the routine. I sighed and looked at my shoes, weighing my options. On one hand I could go to dinner and skip practice with Hoseok and Jungkook and just practice on my own time. However, the downside of that was that we wouldn’t know when we’d be able to meet up again. On the other hand, if I stayed here to continue practice I would be able to get a significant amount of work done on this project with their help. I inwardly groaned as I was being forced to pick between two of my favorite things, dancing and my ‘sisters’.

“Noona?”

I jumped and turned around to look behind me. Jungkook was standing in the doorframe, hands tucked into his back pockets. “Oh sorry. Um…” he scratched behind his ear, nodding back towards the practice room. “Hyung wanted to know if you were almost done with uh-” he gestured to the phone in my hand, “whatever you were doing?”

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I just have to finish up this call. Tell him I’ll be there in just a second, Jungkookie.”

He grinned and walked back into the room. I bit the inside of my cheek- I had just subconsciously given Jungkook an answer and couldn’t back out now.

“Soobin-Unnie? Are you still there?”

I sighed and nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m still here. I- Um, I don’t think i’ll be able to go to dinner tonight, Eunki.”

“...Oh… okay.” I could hear the obvious disappointment in her voice, but it was gone almost as soon as it came. “That’s okay… we can always do it another time.”

“Okay… I’ll uh, I’ll see you later tonight then.”

“Yeah. Have a good night. Annyeong, Unnie,” she quipped.

“Annyeo-” and then the call ended. Did she just… hang up on me? It was probably an accident. E didn’t do stuff like that.

I shook my head and sighed, swiping away some other notifications from the phone’s screen as I headed back into the practice room. I was greeted by the sight of BTS surrounding Min Yoongi, who looked annoyed and kept shaking his head. I stood with my hand keeping the door propped open, looking confused until Seokjin waved me over.

“Soobin-ssi, we’re planning on going out for lunch but can’t decide where to go. Any preference?” he asked me, smiling.

I returned the smile and shrugged, “Not really hungry. But, thanks for the offer.”

The group turned to me so suddenly that it looked almost comedic. Jin looked so shocked that you would’ve thought I had just done something scandalous. “You’re not going to eat? But, you’ve been practicing since this morning!”

“Sorry Seokjin-Oppa, I’m just not terribly hungry,” I said, offering an apologetic smile to the eldest.

He grunted in disbelief but accepted my answer anyway, “Fine… any suggestions?

I shifted my weight and went over the list of places I’d visited recently. I perked up at the memory of one I had really enjoyed. “Jyoti Restaurant is really good! The rest of Expectation and I went there last week and loved it! The staff is really nice and the food is well priced! It’s in a smaller part of Seoul but the building is sectioned off to where you could keep it lowkey if you need.”

“Indian food?” Jungkookie asked, looking to the others in consideration. Looks were shared around the circle, along with nods, and Jimin spoke up.

“I don’t see why not. I’ve been wanting to try out some new things recently anyway,” the boy smiled.

“That’d be easier to accomplish if you actually ever went out Jimin,” the maknae laughed sarcastically, knowing full well that the older went out a lot, and Jimin shot a dirty look at him.

“Disrespectful little-” Jimin started, smiling

“-hyung!”

Jungkook added the honorific after a beat with a cheeky smirk, laughing again when Jimin hit his bicep.

“Calm down you two!” I scolded. Hoseok hit both of their shoulders, causing them to both to giggle at me and stop the little skirmish.

“We’ll be back soon Soobin. You sure you don’t even want us to bring something back for you?” Hoseok asked, and I shook my head explaining again that I wasn’t too hungry, insisting that I’d be fine. With that, the boys started heading out with Seokjin leading the pack.

“So… who’s paying?” Taehyung asked hesitantly.

A chorus of ‘not it’s’ came from the group and a frustrated sigh came from Jungkook. “Oh come on! I’m still recovering from the almost 1 million won you cost me at my graduation dinner! Not fair!”

I laughed along with the others and walked back into the practice room once they had left. No harm in getting some work done while I waited for them to return, right? I cued up the song on repeat and centered myself in front of the mirrored wall, settling into the start position. I stuck my right foot out in front at an angle and bounced back as the first bass note hit.

The boys had gotten back from eating and were caught in the hall by Bang PD-nim, hoping to catch a quick meeting with them. While the others stayed behind with their boss, Hoseok managed to slip away so he could bring Soobin something they had gotten for her at the restaurant. Opening the door to the practice room, he was greeted by the pulsing beat of Yoongi’s track but didn’t see her dancing along to it. Scanning the room, he felt his stomach drop when he saw her slumped against the mirror in an awkward position. Damn it, he knew something felt off when she refused to go get food- the exact reason he had brought some back for her. She must have fainted. He was stupid to have let her keep practicing on no fuel!

He quickly dropped the bag of food on a chair and rushed towards her. He gripped her shoulder and shook it softly. “Soobin... hey. Soobin...” he called, his voice weak. She frowned and squinted up at him, swatting at his hand on her shoulder.

. . .

I felt someone shaking my shoulder and frowned. What did a girl have to do to relax a little?

“Soobin… hey. Soobin…” a worried voice called. Was the Hoseok?

I swatted at his hand and squinted up at him, “Yah… knock it off Oppa.”

His eyes widened and he stepped back from me. “Oh… you were conscious.” He pocketed his hands and smiled awkwardly. “Sorry… I thought-” he cut himself off, as if he wasn’t sure if he should finish his sentence. “Um, nevermind.”

“Ah… okay?” I started, standing up and brushing off my sweats. “Sorry, I was just resting a bit,” I apologized. He seemed a little on edge as he nodded and walked back towards the doors, to a plastic bag resting on one of the chairs. “Hoseok-Oppa… what is that?” I asked cautiously, crinkling my nose.

“Oh, this?” he asked, his attention shifting back to me. “Uh, just some food.” He smiled guiltily and I raised my eyebrow. He turned to pick up the bag, “-for you.”

I sighed and shook my head, “Oppa. I told you all not to get me anything.”

He shrugged and continued on to unpack the contents of the bag, “We ‘all’ didn’t get you anything... Jungkookie and I did.”

I sighed at his excuse and followed him to one of the tables where he set down the bag. I thanked him and sat down as the rest of BTS entered the room. There were a few smiles at me eating, and a certain ‘victory’ look on Jin’s face, which earned him a quick glare before I focused back on my food.

Although Hoseok and Jungkook-ssi had gotten me food, the rest of the members ended up enjoying it more than I did. I don’t know how many times I had to swat hands away from my meal. Honestly, hadn’t they just eaten?

By the time I was finished, most of the boys had started packing up their things. “Are you guys getting ready to head back.”

Taehyung threw his bag over his shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, I think we’re all about ready to head back to the dorm?” He glanced at the others in the room, and they all nodded in confirmation.

Hoseok looked up from his phone and shook his head. “I think I’m gonna stay behind and practice a little more with Soobin,” he replied, and then looked up towards me. “Unless you were planning on going home too? If that’s the case we can just plan for later.”

I shook my head and told him that I had also planned on getting in a little more practice time before I had to head back to my own dorm. He nodded and we both saw the rest of the group off.

Once they had all gone, Hoseok and I went back to practicing. He cued up the song and we started running through the moves, more often than not repeating parts and fine-tuning minute details.

An hour into practice, I still couldn’t seem to get through the full song without that stupid spin screwing me up. “Ugh!” I groaned, throwing my head back.

“You seem frustrated with the second verse,” Hoseok commented. When he paused the music, I looked up at him and shrugged, shaking out an arm that was tired.

“The spin is proving to be difficult, but I’ll get it… eventually.”

“That didn’t sound too confident…” He said, quirking an eyebrow.

“Look it’s not a big deal. Run it again please,” I asked, moving towards the soundboard. He stepped in front of it and I stopped. I made a face, “What are you doing, Oppa?”

“You’re tired and frustrated. I’m stopping practice because you won’t make any progress in that mind set. It’s not healthy Soobin-ssi,” He frowned, a rare expression on his face.

I rolled my eyes. “Hoseok-Oppa I’m not tired,” I said… and yawned. He smirked at my yawn and I scrunched up my nose. “That was just… bad timing. I can still practice, I swear.”

“We’re stopping Soobin.”

I sighed and nodded reluctantly, making my way over to my things and packing up. I was putting my phone into my back pocket when I saw a KKT notification. E had sent a photo. I swiped the notification bubble across my home screen and opened up the app. In the chatroom, there was a selfie of her and the other 3 girls all smiling at the camera. They looked like they were in a restaurant, decked out in full idol garb- facemasks, hats, and glasses. A “Miss you!” message was below the picture. I grimaced and stuffed the phone into my pocket after turning it off.

“Ready?” Hoseok asked behind me.

I nodded and slung my backpack over one shoulder. “Yeah,” I answered, pulling a beanie over my ears and a facemask over my nose.

He smiled and walked me out of the building, grabbing his own stuff on the way. I wheeled my bike out of the lobby and we headed out to the parking lot.

“You gonna be okay biking home on your own?” He asked, unlocking his car door. I nodded my head and smiled, even though he couldn’t tell from behind the mask. He smiled back, and slid into his seat, “We need to check when our schedules align again, okay? I wanna work with you on that spin if you haven’t mastered it by the time we get together again.”

I nodded again and situated myself on my bike, “I’ll try to message you as soon as I get October’s schedule.”

He agreed to do the same and closed to door to his car. He pulled out of the lot and I pedaled away soon after.

I rode up to the door of the Expectation dorm, and hopped off my bike. I typed in the passcode lock next to the door and shrugged into the entryway. Leaning my bike against the wall, I kicked off my shoes into the cubby holes by the door and stepped into my pair of house slippers.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror we had in the hallway and frowned. My faded green hair was sticking up at odd angles, my eyes had dark circles under them, and my overall appearance just looked exhausted. I sighed and shuffled into the living room.

“Unnie? Is that- Unnie!” IOU’s eyes widened as she looked up from the seat she was curled up in, a textbook in her lap and eyes framed by round glasses. She closed the textbook and hurried up to me, sliding her socked feet over the wood. “You look awful.”

I raised an eyebrow at her comment, “Wow… thanks Jiwoo-ssi.”

“Ah… that’s not what I meant. You look exhausted. Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing… just worked a lot today.”

She eyed me, “I’ve seen what you look like after dance practice, and this isn’t it. You look…,” she sighed. “You need to go to bed or something.”

“Jiwoo…”

She frowned, “Bed, Unnie.”

Despite her being younger, she acted as if she was my mother. I sighed and she crossed her arms in authority, raising an eyebrow. I dropped my head and nodded. “Fine fine. I’ll go to bed. I make no promise to sleep though,” I smirked over my shoulder and walked off to my room. She raised her arm to argue, but cut herself off sighing in disappointment and went back to her chair to continue studying.

I laughed to myself and shut my bedroom door softly behind me. The lights were off and I looked over to see E asleep in her bed. One of her legs was hanging off the side of the mattress and the sheets were only covering half of her body. I smiled and went over to shift her leg back onto the bed and pull the sheets up over her. I took her phone out of her limp hand and plugged it in, setting it on her bedside table.

Shuffling over to my bed, I had barely pulled the covers over myself before I passed out.

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