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heavy lifting | k.m.g.

synopsis: you're struggling to get out of a bad academic slump, feeling overwhelmed by the constant pressure of grades and the inability to focus. after a few failed attempts to get motivated, you decide to do something different—start going to the gym. at first, it’s just about getting out of the house, but that all changes when mingyu, the gym’s resident greek god, notices you. no amount of reps or cardio can compare to how fast your heart races every time you cross paths, and it becomes impossible to ignore a six-foot tall kim mingyu.

pairing: mingyu x reader (ft. dino and riize wonbin + roommate!jeonghan)

genre: college au, romance, smut (18+ markers for start and end if you wanna skip), fluff, slice-of-life, slow-burn, gym buddy!mingyu

warnings: slightly awkward moments, gym-related humor, slow-burn, soft smut, heavy flirting, unprotected sex (do not do this lol), aftercare <333, making out with random ppl at a party, alcohol consumption, y/n is an absolute LOSERRRRR, profanity of course, mentions of body image (positive)

wc: ~8.5k

a/n: oh my godddd it’s finally here !! my first full fic <333 tysm for 500+ notes on the preview alone like ??? taglist is massive as well so that will be placed under the cut ^^~ shoutout to @meltinghershey, @mochisdayone, and @tigerhoshii for beta reading and dealing with my chaos lmaooo. hope u enjoy <33

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you’ve always been the kind of person who keeps yourself busy. your friends say you get “flustered” a lot, but you know it’s less about nerves and more about not seeing the point in stretching out conversations when you could be doing something useful. you’re good with people — you can hold small talk, swap stories, even keep up in a group chat when you need to — but it never feels as rewarding as finishing a project or getting ahead on an assignment. practical, that’s what you are. efficient with your time. so when the stress of midterms and the constant pressure to stay ahead starts to pile up, you fall into a familiar cycle of overworking without actually getting anywhere.

jeonghan, your roommate, always tells you to “take a break” when he finds you buried under a pile of textbooks, but you ignore him. while your dorm neighbor, seungkwan, who’s become your unofficial therapist, insists that maybe a change of scenery might help, but you brush it off. you don’t know what’s worse—failing or the thought of being the one who’s not keeping up with the others.

that’s when you decide to take a leap. you’re not sure if it’s just the idea of doing something different, or the fact that every other option has failed, but you sign up for the gym. you’re not sure what you’re expecting—just that you need to shake things up.

the first day is terrible. you’re awkwardly trying to figure out how machines work, watching everyone around you who seems like they know what they’re doing, while you’re stuck on a treadmill wondering if you’re supposed to be running or walking faster.

that’s when he notices you.

kim mingyu.

he’s not hard to spot—tall, broad-shouldered, a greek god in a compression shirt, with muscles you can’t even begin to fathom. you try not to stare, but your eyes can’t help it. he’s on the other side of the room, lifting weights with ease, his form flawless. you can’t even imagine having a fraction of that confidence. you turn back to your treadmill, your face flushed as you try to focus on not tripping over yourself.

but then, out of nowhere, he’s right there in front of you.

“hey, are you new here?” his voice is so casual, but your heart skips a beat at the sound of it. “first time at the gym?”

you freeze, where the fuck did he come from?

pretty hard not to spot a giant like kim mingyu walking towards you, y/n.

without thinking, you mumble, “oh shit—” and immediately stumble forward. you try to catch yourself but end up tripping over your own feet, your hands flailing to find balance.

“whoa!” mingyu’s quick reflexes kick in, and before you know it, he’s right there, steadying you with one hand on your shoulder. “you okay?” he asks, voice tinged with concern, but there’s a hint of amusement in his smile.

you gulp, heart racing. “i—yeah. i just—uh, didn’t see you coming.” you let out a pathetic laugh, heat flooding your cheeks.

mingyu chuckles, his laugh deep and warm. “i kind of figured. you look like you’re on the verge of a wipeout.”

you can’t help but give a lopsided smile, despite your embarrassment. “thanks… i guess,” you mutter, still trying to regain your composure.

“don’t worry about it,” he says with a friendly smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “you’re still alive, so that’s a win in my book.”

and just like that, mingyu’s gone, back to his workout as if he hadn’t just saved you from making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

for the next few days, mingyu’s presence haunts the gym. you see him everywhere—lifting weights, chatting with people, giving advice, being… well, perfect. and all you can do is watch from the sidelines, still too embarrassed to approach him, but also unable to tear your eyes away.

there’s something so confident about him, so effortlessly kind, and you begin to notice the way he always looks out for people. he’s just a regular guy, right? except he’s mingyu, and somehow, he makes everything look effortless.

oooh, and those. arms.

and you? well, you’re still stumbling through the basics. and you learned pretty early on that no amount of cardio can beat your heartrate every time your gaze catches a sight of kim mingyu.

“y/n, you’re going again?” jeonghan asks, raising an eyebrow as you tie your sneakers, preparing for yet another trip to the gym.

“yeah, i—um, just need to clear my head,” you mumble, looking down at your shoes to avoid his teasing gaze.

jeonghan grins. “mhm, sure you do. so, what? you’ve got your eyes on some hunk down there?” he teases, making air quotes with his fingers, clearly referring to some “eye candy” at the gym. “someone’s been going to the gym a lot recently…”

you freeze, trying to play it cool. “what?” you ask, slightly panicking. “no, i-i’m just, you know, trying to get out of a rut with my studies. nothing else.”

jeonghan watches you carefully, then his eyes widen. “wait… there is someone, isn’t there?” he grins widely, and it suddenly hits you. “wait, y/n, don’t tell me that it’s kim mingyu? the gym’s golden boy?” he laughs, clearly amused by your flustered face.

you freeze in shock. “what? no—he’s just a guy who works out a lot! i mean, yeah, he’s nice, but it’s not like—”

jeonghan bursts out laughing. “so you do know him! oh, honey, don’t even try to act like you’re not into him. everyone knows who mingyu is. have you seen him? dude’s got the perfect physique, perfect grades, perfect car, and perfect everything. i’ve heard he’s loaded too. his dad’s some big-time olympic weightlifting official. he’s literally the walking definition of the ‘golden boy’ on campus.”

you blink, your mind struggling to keep up with the avalanche of information. “wait… the olympics? his dad?”

jeonghan nods. “yeah, exactly. i’ve heard he comes from a pretty well-off family too. so yeah, mingyu’s literally perfect. it’s no surprise that he’s in everyone’s top ten crush list.”

you feel your face heating up as the realization settles in. “oh my god…”

jeonghan chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. “don’t worry, y/n. if you want to stare at a perfect person in peace, you just gotta deal with the fact that you’re not the only one who has their eyes on him.”

you groan, burying your face in your hands. “stop teasing me,” you mumble, but there’s no denying the fact that you’re definitely starting to feel a little more… interested than you’d like to admit. but it’s just a silly gym crush. definitely.

as if he wasn't already a regular in your daydreams, you bump into him again, outside of the gym this time.

the first time is when you’re standing outside the lecture hall, waiting for class to start, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie. your mind’s still racing from last night’s study session, and you’re so absorbed in your thoughts that you barely notice when the doors to the hall open. as you look up, though, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face.

mingyu.

he’s wearing his usual easy-going smile, his gym bag slung casually over one shoulder, walking right into the building like he owns the place. you stare at him, frozen, as your heart rate picks up. he’s in your class?

“y/n?” a voice snaps you out of your trance.

you look over to see jeonghan, who raises an eyebrow at your flushed face. “you okay?” he asks, his lips quirking into a teasing smile as he follows your line of sight.

“uh, yeah… just didn’t expect to see… him.” you try to sound casual, pointing toward mingyu, but your voice cracks slightly.

jeonghan looks over, nonchalant, as if he didn’t just see your face turn fifty shades of red. “oh. him. so, you’re saying you haven’t noticed our campus' very own golden boy in your minor classes? phys ed major, i heard.”

“he’s a…?” you blink, confused.

“yeah,” jeonghan smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “mingyu. doesn’t surprise me, though. he’s always around. always looks like he’s got his life together, the body of a perfect poster boy for fitness promos in those gyms across town.”

you watch mingyu walk into the lecture hall, now knowing the one thing that had never occurred to you: he’s actually here, at the same school as you. sharing a class with you, at that.

it’s like a punch to the gut. of course he is.

and you? you’re here, stumbling through calculus with a mountain of textbooks you can never seem to get through.

but you can’t stop thinking about how easy mingyu makes everything look.

turns out… going to the gym wasn’t the worst decision you’ve ever made.

you weren’t exactly sculpting a six-pack yet, but you didn’t feel like complete shit all the time now. your brain fog was thinning, your mood was lighter, and you kinda liked walking past your reflection and noticing how your arms didn’t look so soft anymore. jeonghan had clocked it too.

“look at you,” he teased one night while you were getting ready for another house party he dragged you to. “all swole and glowy. is this a gym glow? did mingyu spot you or something?”

you rolled your eyes, fumbling with a random lock of your hair. “well… he’s definitely a looker, i do think it wouldn’t hurt to gawk at him wearing a compression shirt a few times a week.” you admitted, trying to keep your voice casual but you could already feel the heat crawling up your neck.

jeonghan gasped, immediately abandoning his lip balm to lean closer. “no way. tell me more.”

you huffed, giving in. “he’s just—okay, he’s really tall. and stupidly buff. and he always looks like he walked out of some greek mythology fanfic. and he’s nice?? like unfairly nice.”

“oh, babe. poor you. no one comes out of a gym crush on him alive.”

you both laughed it off, but the truth was… you were actually starting to enjoy the gym. not just for the obvious eye candy, but because it made you feel good. and you were slowly clawing your way out of that academic slump one sweat-soaked session at a time.

and parties helped too.

jeonghan had been on a social streak lately, dragging you to every decent gathering he caught wind of. and for once, you weren’t staying glued to the walls. you mingled, you danced, you maybe flirted a little.

like that one night with the guy named chan.

cute boy. bright smile. quick to pour you a drink and compliment your hair. he was a little too eager, but harmless. you didn’t mind giving him a peck on the cheek, his cheeks blushing a dusty pink in response.

“what year are you in?” you asked casually over the music.

“i’m a sophomore!” he beamed.

“oh,” you blinked. “you’re...”

his smile faltered a little at your sudden reluctance. jeonghan appeared at your elbow at the perfect moment, smirking. “poor kid. you just got downgraded to ‘little brother’ status.”

chan pouted but took it like a champ, even offering to get you another drink before you politely excused yourself. harmless. kinda endearing, honestly.

but the real kicker came a week later.

you were halfway through a very sad attempt at curling a dumbbell too heavy for your current strength level when someone suddenly appeared in your peripheral vision.

“oh, hey,” a boy with bright eyes and soft features said, slightly breathless like he’d jogged over. “you’re… y/n, right?”

you blinked. “um— yeah?”

“i—i’m chan.”

“nice to meet you, chan.” wait.

you stopped your reps abruptly.

he rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous. “i, uh, think we met at that party last week?”

oh no.

the pieces clicked a little too late in your brain, but they did click. he was the cute guy who’d offered you a drink and talked you up, and you, in a half-drunk, affectionate spiral, gave him a kiss on the cheek before finding out he was way too young to be your type, jeonghan saving you as you both run away, making a break for the kitchen.

he looked so hopeful now it physically hurt.

before you could fumble out an apology or awkwardly escape, a very familiar voice called over from the other side of the room.

“yo, chan! quit slacking, get your ass over here.”

mingyu.

he was leaning against the leg press, towel draped over his shoulder again like a damn fitness magazine model. chan gave you an apologetic little smile and jogged over.

you took a moment to quietly die inside.

and then—as if fate wasn’t already laughing at you—mingyu clapped a hand on chan’s shoulder and grinned, talking loud enough for you to catch while pretending not to.

“this kid’s soft as hell, y’know that? started hitting the gym ‘cause some girl at a party broke his heart.”

you nearly choked on your water.

oh my god.

it was you. you were the girl.

mingyu didn’t know, of course. he was teasing chan like a big brother would, completely unaware that the object of the kid’s little tragedy was currently staring wide-eyed at her reflection in the nearest mirror.

you quickly turned away, pretending to be very interested in adjusting your earbuds (it wasn’t even connected to your phone).

fuck. fuckfuckfuck.

it had been a week or so since your… unfortunate run-in with chan at the gym. you’d done your best to laugh it off, though the way mingyu casually mentioned some poor kid started training because of a heartbreak at a frat party had you spiraling internally for a solid three business days. because what were the odds? your chan? apparently heartbreak over a 15 minute encounter was a hell of a pre-workout.

either way, you were ready to get back out there. another weekend, another party—fingers crossed you wouldn’t unknowingly crush some poor guy’s spirit this time and discover their glow-up arc at the campus gym. you sent up a silent prayer as you got dressed, hoping the universe would cut you some slack for once.

you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been a little more… experimental with your outfits lately. nothing wild, just a few tops cropped a little higher, jeans sitting a little lower. maybe if you showed a bit of skin, you’d start to feel as hot as you hoped you looked. besides—you’d been busting your ass at the gym. you deserved to show it off a little.

“okay, i see you!” jeonghan wolf-whistled from the other side of the room when you stepped out of your closet. “damn, baby, if i didn’t know you were one tragic gym crush away from full insanity, i’d think you were tryna pull tonight.”

“maybe i am,” you teased, smoothing your hands down your sides, a little proud of how good you felt lately. maybe it was the gym, maybe it was the new skincare routine seungkwan bullied you into, maybe it was pure spite toward every man who’d ghosted you, but you were glowing a bit, and you weren’t about to waste it.

jeonghan grabbed his keys and slung an arm over your shoulders. “alright, let’s go break hearts—consensually.”

the party was already in full swing when you got there, neon lights bleeding into every room, the bass so deep it made the walls thrum. you lost jeonghan somewhere between the kitchen and the makeshift dancefloor, though not before downing two shots together like some chaotic ritual.

an hour later you were a little tipsy, flushed from dancing, with the beginnings of a hangover clawing at the edges of your brain when you found yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on lukewarm water. you’d just successfully escaped making out with some ridiculously pretty boy named wonbin you barely knew. his hands had been nice, sure, but his cologne was giving you a headache and you had a 10 a.m. gym session you weren’t about to flake on.

“look at you,” a familiar voice teased, low and warm and way too close to your ear.

you turned your head—and there was mingyu, grinning down at you, tight black polo stretched over his chest and looking like he’d walked out of a men’s fitness ad. or maybe a sin. who could say.

“don’t tell me you’re partying too,” you half-giggled, setting your cup down. “and here i thought you were some gym purist.”

“could say the same for you,” mingyu shot back, leaning against the counter beside you. “what kind of maniac hits the gym after a night at a rager?”

you let out a laugh, the alcohol making you bolder than usual. “an insane one, apparently.”

your gaze dropped—you couldn’t help it—to the way his biceps flexed as he lifted his drink. god, you were barely sober and apparently even less subtle. before your brain could stop you, your hand reached out and squeezed his arm.

a full, proper squeeze.

and then you registered what you’d just done.

“oh my god,” you blurted, snapping your hand back like it burned. “i can’t believe i just did that. i’m so sorry—”

mingyu just barked out a laugh, reaching out to catch your wrist before you could flee the kitchen entirely. “nah, it’s cool. you like it that much, huh?”

his grin was sharp, teasing, and you were definitely too sober for this now. your pulse jumped as his fingers slid from your wrist to your hand, giving it a little squeeze back before letting go.

“i—” you started, but your brain short-circuited.

mingyu tilted his head, still smiling. “come on, i’ll walk you back. wouldn’t wanna lose our future gym freak to some frat house debauchery.”

the walk back was… quieter than you expected. not awkward, just easy. mingyu had one hand shoved into his pocket, the other loosely holding the bottle of water he’d swiped for you on the way out. the cool night air sobered you up faster than any coffee could’ve, but it didn’t stop the way your heart kept doing this stupid little jump every time your arms brushed.

you should’ve felt bad about ditching jeonghan—traitor behavior, honestly. but in your defense, he’d disappeared into a dark corner with someone you swore was a philosophy major who looked like trouble, so technically you were both abandoning each other tonight. friendship cancelled out.

“you good?” mingyu asked, glancing down at you.

you hummed. “better now. needed that fresh air.”

mingyu’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “told you. you’re almost as insane as me.”

you snorted. almost. the man had a literal six-pack under that shirt and probably ran marathons for fun. meanwhile, you nearly keeled over after fifteen minutes on the treadmill your first week.

by the time you reached your dorm building, the campus had quieted down. only the hum of street lamps and the occasional tipsy laughter echoing from other party stragglers.

you fished your keys out of your bag, hands clumsy from a mix of nerves and residual buzz. mingyu leaned against the wall by your door, watching you with that same soft amusement you hated how much you liked.

and you weren’t drunk anymore. you couldn’t blame it on that. not the flutter in your stomach. not the way your fingers twitched at your side.

you liked to believe it was the alcohol, but you knew better. because even sober, even under these shitty yellow hallway lights, mingyu looked unfairly good. and you were still a little bit of a loser inside.

you swallowed, gripping your keys too tight before blurting out, way too fast, “do you—wanna come in? or, i mean, just for a bit. like—i have snacks. and, uh. water. and… i guess my air conditioning’s nice.”

jesus christ.

your voice cracked a little at the end and you wanted to throw yourself out a window.

mingyu’s brow arched in surprise for half a second before a slow grin spread across his face. not cocky. not smug. just… warm. maybe a little endeared.

“snacks and air conditioning, huh?” he teased, tucking his hands into his jean pockets. “hard to say no to that.”

your ears burned. “it’s fine if you’re tired or whatever—”

but he was already stepping forward, hand reaching to nudge the door open when you finally got the key to work.

“lead the way, gym buddy.”

and god help you, you did.

you don’t know what possessed you. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way mingyu looked under those shitty streetlights, hair a little messy, grin too easy. either way, you were now standing in your tiny dorm, watching him take a seat on your bed like he’s been here a hundred times before.

and you? you were having a mental breakdown.

“oh my god, what am i doing,” you muttered under your breath, moving to your tiny fridge to grab two bottled waters like your life depended on it. your hands shook a little, and you cursed yourself for acting like you’d never had a boy in your room before — let alone this boy. this unfairly gorgeous, golden boy, smile-that-can-take-down-roman-empires , literal greek god of a man—kim mingyu.

“you good?” mingyu chuckled, and when you turned, he was grinning at you, legs spread lazily, leaning back on his hands like he owned the place. “you’re acting like you just smuggled me in past your strict parents or something.”

you huffed out a laugh, plopping down a water bottle next to him on the bed and keeping a very respectful distance on the opposite side. “sorry. i just—this wasn’t planned. like at all.”

mingyu shrugged, cracking open the bottle. “spur of the moment’s fun sometimes.”

you eyed him, unsure what to do with yourself, fidgeting with the label on your own bottle. “if you wanna head back to the party, you totally can. i mean, i’m tucking in for the night anyway. i promise i’m completely sober now, so no babysitting required.”

he looked at you, one brow raised, a teasing glint in his eye. “and miss out on the snacks and air conditioning you promised? no way.”

you rolled your eyes but smiled, heart doing its usual ridiculous flip when his knee brushed yours. casual. accidental. but you felt it all the same.

“plus,” mingyu added, leaning a little closer, voice dropping in that way that made your stomach twist up in knots. “what about our gym sesh tomorrow? together?”

you blinked. “our… what now?”

he laughed, reaching over to pluck the bottle from your hands and set it aside like you were both settling in for a long talk. “you’ve been avoiding me at the gym, you know.”

“i have not—”

“have too.”

your face warmed again. “okay, maybe a little. it’s intimidating, okay? you’re like… you.”

mingyu’s grin softened, eyes crinkling into those damn crescent moons. “i’m just a dude, y/n. and apparently, i’m now a dude who ditches parties for you.”

your head spun.

“you’re insane.” you try to brush it off.

“almost as insane as you.” he pushes further.

you laughed, the sound filling the room like something easy, and when mingyu’s hand found yours for half a second—a fleeting touch, a gentle squeeze before letting go — you didn’t even think about pulling away.

and you know what? maybe jeonghan was right. maybe you did have a type.

snack wrappers littered your coffee table, the air conditioning blasting at a level jeonghan would dramatically declare a war crime if he were here. you glanced over at mingyu, who looked far too at home on your couch, long legs stretched out, hair a little messy, that annoyingly perfect face lit by the glow of the tv screen playing some random old action movie neither of you were really watching.

“you don’t mind me staying over, do you?” mingyu asked, suddenly, tone so casual it made your brain short-circuit.

you choked on your water. “w-what? no! i mean—no, not at all! you can stay. totally. of course. i mean, obviously you’re gonna be on the couch, hahah, it’s totally fine, not weird at all.”

he raised a brow at you, clearly amused. “didn’t even ask to share the bed, y/n.”

“right! of course. couch it is.” you fumbled, standing up a little too quickly. “i’m—gonna wash up.”

you darted toward the balcony, trying not to faceplant on the way, heart hammering so stupidly hard in your chest it felt like a crime. outside, the night air was cool against your skin, and you grabbed a hanger off the clothesline — one of jeonghan’s oversized shirts and a pair of old sweatpants, thankfully dry and still carrying a faint scent of clean detergent and your roommate’s obnoxiously expensive cologne.

when you stepped back inside, mingyu was still sprawled on the couch, only now looking over his shoulder at you with a soft little grin. you cleared your throat, holding up the clothes. “these should fit. jeonghan’s taller than me, but probably not as tall as you, but he loves baggy clothes, so… y’know. good enough.”

“they’ll be perfect.” mingyu smiled, and you couldn’t believe how easy it looked on him.

you escaped to the bathroom, scrubbing your makeup off and washing up as fast as humanly possible, trying not to analyze your reflection too hard, might risk an existential crisis if you did. when you came out, hair wet and towel draped over your head, you froze.

because mingyu was already changed.

and holy shit—jeonghan’s oversized clothes looked offensively good on him. the shirt stretched just enough over his broad shoulders, the sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he gave you that soft, grateful grin like he wasn’t lowkey ruining your life.

“thanks for this, by the way.” he said, plucking a stray thread off the hem of his sleeve.

you nodded wordlessly, eyes shamelessly fixed on him now, not even bothering to pretend otherwise. your feet carried you over to grab your own water bottle, and then—because your brain was fried and you didn’t know what else to do with yourself—you dropped down cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, towel still draped over your head, grabbing the remote with one hand and surfing aimlessly through streaming services, while the other dried your hair with the towel.

mingyu leaned forward. “give me that.”

you blinked, snapping out of your momentary daze. “huh?”

“your towel,” he said, grinning like it was the most natural thing in the world. “your hair’s dripping. let me dry it.”

“you don’t have to—”

“i want to.” he smiles. that damn smile again.

and because you were a fool, you let him.

he sat on the couch, legs on either side of you, the towel over your head as his hands worked gently, drying your hair with easy, practiced motions. his fingers brushed the nape of your neck, and your heart straight-up stopped functioning properly. the domesticity of it all, the weird, too-close familiarity, it was driving you absolutely insane.

you swallowed hard, your cheeks heating up so bad you were thankful your wet hair could still pass for cold skin. and maybe it was the way his thumb lingered on your jaw, just a little too long, or the fact that his legs bracketed yours like some kind of ridiculously domestic setup—either way, you felt that invisible line between you both shift. and for the first time since this night started, you weren’t sure if you wanted to stay on the safe side of it.

“there,” mingyu murmured after a while, pulling the towel off your head with a final little tousle, his voice low and weirdly fond. “all good.”

you fiddled with the hem of your shorts, feeling way too aware of how close he was. the room felt quieter now, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the faint sound of the tv playing some car chase scene neither of you were watching.

“okay, so… um.” you cleared your throat, standing up abruptly. “you can take the bed. i’ll sleep on the couch.”

mingyu’s brows shot up. “what? no way.”

“what do you mean ‘no way’? you’re a guest.” you protested, already grabbing a pillow and a spare blanket from the closet.

“y/n, look at me.” he gestured down at himself, at the way his knees practically hit his chest sitting on your too-small couch. “i can’t even sit on that thing properly, let alone sleep. you’d be sentencing me to a night of back pain and leg cramps. i’m not making you sleep out here just for my sake.”

you scowled, stubborn. “but it’s my bed.”

“exactly. and it’s your apartment, so you deserve the comfy bed.”

“jeonghan’s room’s locked.” you grumbled, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt. “he never leaves it unlocked when he’s not here. no other choice.”

mingyu leaned back against the couch, flashing you a crooked grin. “then we share.”

your brain practically bluescreened.

“w-wait, what?”

“the bed. we share. it’s big enough, isn’t it?” his grin widened. “i promise not to hog the blanket.”

you opened and closed your mouth a few times, grasping for some kind of coherent argument but coming up short because damn it, he was right. the couch barely fit him sitting down—there was no way he’d be able to sleep on it comfortably. and you weren’t about to let him throw his back out for a stupid reason like this.

“fine,” you muttered, heat prickling at the back of your neck. “but stay on your side.”

“scout’s honor.” he held up two fingers in mock solemnity.

“and don’t snore.”

“i don’t snore.”

“i’ll be the judge of that.”

you grabbed your phone charger and shuffled into your room, leaving the door open behind you. mingyu followed a beat later, still grinning like the smug menace he was. and even though every rational part of your brain screamed that this was such a bad idea, a tiny, reckless voice at the back of your head whispered that maybe, just maybe, you kind of wanted to find out what it felt like to fall asleep next to someone like him.

for the record: it was totally the alcohol talking.

probably.

maybe?

…fuck.

you told yourself it was fine.

just two pals. gym buddies. campus friends. besties.

two completely platonic people sharing a bed because of spatial logistics and the cruel, unrelenting limits of furniture design.

haha.

ha.

you were malfunctioning.

you sat on your side of the bed, clutching your phone like a lifeline as mingyu tugged the blanket over himself with an ease that should not have made your stomach flip. he lay there, eyes fluttering shut almost immediately like the world’s most peaceful golden retriever, while you stared at the ceiling, brain absolutely going to hell.

‘totally normal. nothing weird. just two amigos. chingus! bros!’

you squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to sleep, repeating the words like a desperate mantra. and for a while, it worked. you drifted off into something hazy and warm, the hum of the air conditioning and mingyu’s even breathing lulling you under.

until a shift in weight on the mattress made your eyes snap open.

and you felt it—a puff of warm breath against the curve of your neck, so close you shivered.

‘oh my god.’

you yelped, a tiny, startled squeak that made mingyu jolt awake, eyes bleary and confused.

“shit— sorry! sorry, did i—” he started, voice rough from sleep.

“no, it’s— it’s okay, i just—” you flailed for words, completely undone.

he rubbed at his eyes, blinking at you with a sheepish smile. “i tend to roll over a lot when i sleep. didn’t mean to get all up in your space.”

“it’s fine,” you mumbled, cheeks burning.

he studied you for a beat, then tilted his head, grinning softly. “you sure? i mean… you didn’t seem that mad.”

you wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out.

“it was…” you swallowed. “weirdly nice.”

his grin turned smug. “yeah?”

before you could lie or backtrack, he shifted again—leaning in until his lips brushed the same spot on your neck, the featherlight contact making your skin prickle.

“like this?” he murmured, half-asleep and reckless.

you could barely breathe. “mingyu…”

your voice cracked, hoarse and small in the dark.

he hummed against your skin, one strong arm draping lazily around your waist, pulling you back against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. you could feel the steady beat of his heart, the solid warmth of his body.

“i like this,” he whispered, barely audible.

and just like that, every single one of your loser brain cells went into cardiac arrest.

his arm around your waist felt heavy. solid. grounding in a way that made your breath hitch.

and then there was his hand—splayed across your stomach, fingertips brushing the hem of your sleep shirt, barely touching skin but leaving a trail of heat in their wake. his face was still buried against your neck, his lips pressing featherlight there, like he wasn’t fully awake, like his body was moving on instinct alone.

and god, it shouldn’t have felt this good.

you swallowed, pulse stuttering in your throat, trying not to focus on the way your thighs instinctively pressed together under the covers.

‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’

this was mingyu. your gym buddy. the guy who spotted you when you were too scared to touch the free weights. the man who chugged protein shakes like water and complained about his laundry bill.

but now he was pressed up against you in your tiny dorm bed, all warm muscle and lazy affection, and you felt… something.

something low and traitorous in your stomach, fluttering sharp and hot between your legs in a way you hadn’t expected. a dull ache, a clench of nothingness that made you shift in place without meaning to.

and of course, of course, mingyu noticed.

“hm? you okay?” he mumbled, voice still husky with sleep, his hand tightening a fraction around your waist.

you let out a breath that sounded dangerously close to a whimper and hoped to god it passed for sleepy noise.

“yeah,” you whispered. “just… warm.”

“you want me to move?”

the words made your stomach drop. panic spiked sharp and bright in your chest.

“no!” too quick, too loud. you winced, immediately mortified. “i mea—it’s fine. i like it.”

his smile was lazy, smug even in half-sleep. “yeah?”

you bit your lip. “yeah.”

and then his hand slid a little lower.

not on purpose—you told yourself it wasn’t on purpose—but the way his palm brushed the dip of your hip, fingers grazing bare skin, made you feel that something again.

your breath hitched.

‘oh my god.’

your brain was a storm of sirens and red flags but your body didn’t care. it was already reacting, warmth pooling in places you didn’t dare name, and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying he couldn’t tell.

but mingyu, perceptive even in sleep, let out a low chuckle against your skin.

“you’re kinda squirmy, y/n,” he teased softly.

“shut up,” you croaked, absolutely humiliated, heat rushing to your face.

he laughed, that same warm, boyish sound that always made your chest hurt, and settled in closer.

“don’t worry,” he whispered, his lips ghosting your ear. “i don’t mind.”

you didn’t know who moved first.

maybe it was the way his fingers curled against your skin, rough pads stroking just a little too slow, a little too deliberate.

maybe it was you—traitorous, loser brain short-circuiting—turning your face toward his, catching the curve of his smile in the dark.

maybe it was the sheer tension that had been crackling between you for weeks, building in glances, brushes of hands, the weight of his gaze on you across a crowded gym floor. it had to break sometime.

and it did.

because then his lips were on yours.

soft, warm, tasting faintly of the cheap beer from earlier and the mint of your toothpaste. it was clumsy at first, a messy slide of mouths and teeth, a surprised noise catching in your throat as his hand tilted your jaw, deepening the kiss.

“fuck,” you breathed when you broke apart, and mingyu just grinned against your skin.

“you sure?” he murmured, thumb stroking under your chin, eyes searching yours in the dim light.

and you—flustered, awkward, a little tipsy but painfully sober now—nodded. “yeah. yeah, i’m sure.”

he kissed you again, slower this time, one hand at the small of your back pulling you flush against him. you felt everything—the press of his chest, the solid heat of his thigh between yours, and the unmistakable, undeniable hardness against your hip.

your head spun.

‘oh my god.’

mingyu pulled back just enough to laugh, breath warm on your cheek. “now who’s feeling something?”

“shut up,” you gasped, but you were smiling, you couldn’t stop smiling, even as your face burned and your hands trembled where they clutched his t-shirt.

his thumb brushed your bottom lip. “can i—?”

“please.”

he was so gentle, like he thought you might break if he touched you wrong, murmuring your name like it was a prayer, all those muscles for show but his touch impossibly careful.

the room spun, your heartbeat louder than the air conditioner, mingyu’s breath ragged in your ear as he settled between your thighs, his hand slipping under the waistband of your shorts and—

“mingyu,” you whimpered, your voice cracking, half-laughing at yourself because holy shit this was really happening.

“i got you,” he promised, lips ghosting your jaw. “i’ll take care of you, y/n.”

and he did.

slow, achingly careful, like you were something precious—and for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe you were.

then it was a tangle of hands, mouths, clothes splayed somewhere in the dark, it was messy and desperate and you should’ve known better than to underestimate him. you’d seen those muscles at the gym, felt them under your hands—but it wasn’t until now, when he hooked your thigh over his hip and pressed you down into the mattress, that you realized just how strong he really was.

and when he flipped you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, his palm sliding down your back in a slow, reverent stroke, your brain short-circuited.

“jesus christ,” you gasped, cheek pressed to the pillow.

“like this?” he murmured against your ear, voice low and warm.

you barely managed to nod.

he started slow, careful—his hips rolling into yours, lazy and deep, one hand laced with yours against the pillow. you felt the strain in his forearm where it bracketed your head, the soft curse in your ear at how tight you clenched around him.

then, when your hips pushed back into him, a helpless little sound catching in your throat, something in him snapped.

the next thrust was harder—not rough, but deeper, firmer, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that made your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut.

“fuck—mingyu,” you choked out, hands clawing at the sheets.

he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, breath hot against your skin. “feel so good, baby,” he rasped. “been wanting this—wanted you—”

you couldn’t answer, too busy trying not to drool into your pillow as he kept going, the thick drag of him inside you dizzying. it was too much and not enough at the same time, your body trembling and brain turning to static.

every roll of his hips made your breath hitch, the room filled with the slick, filthy sound of skin against skin, the low broken noises leaving both your mouths.

and even as his pace picked up, as your body went pliant under his and your legs shook, mingyu was still achingly gentle in how he touched you—hand smoothing your hair from your face, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.

“good girl,” he groaned, voice cracking as his rhythm faltered. “fuck—‘m close—gonna—”

his hips stuttered, a deep, desperate moan spilling from his throat as he pulled out last second, rutting his cock against the curve of your ass as he came hard, hot ropes of it painting your lower back and thighs.

your body trembled, face buried in the pillow, breath ragged and uneven as you felt the warmth of it on your skin, the heavy, shaky way he exhaled against your shoulder.

and for a moment, neither of you moved—just the soft hum of the air conditioner, the buzz of blood in your ears, and the lingering ache between your thighs.

he collapsed on top of you, catching himself just in time, his strong arms holding you close as he tugged you into his chest. you were too tired to protest, too exhausted to do anything but let him hold you, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

his arms were so strong, tanned and muscular, yet the way he held you was impossibly soft. despite everything—the hours you’d spent at the gym, the newfound strength you were building—you felt so small in his hold, a feeling you couldn’t deny you loved. it wasn’t in the sense of weakness, but in how careful he was with you, how you felt like he was holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. his warmth, his scent—it was all consuming in the best way.

“fuck,” he whispered, his voice raw. “you’re amazing.”

you smiled, your heart fluttering, but you didn’t have the energy to respond. all you wanted to do was lie there, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek as he held you close. it was almost as if the world had stopped. just the two of you, tangled in the sheets, in each other’s arms. his hand ran over your back, a soft, soothing motion that made you want to curl further into him, to let yourself fall into the safe space he’d created.

after a few quiet minutes, you felt the bed shift as mingyu reluctantly untangled himself. you made a small sound of protest, but he just chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “hang on,” he murmured. the mattress dipped again when he returned, and then—

a wet, warm cloth brushed over your skin.

your breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping before you could stop it. the gentle, careful way he wiped you down made your whole body ache in a different way, a deep, fluttery warmth blooming in your chest.

“just cleaning you up,” he said quietly, his voice so tender it made your stomach flip. “can’t have my girl falling asleep like this.”

and you would’ve made some flirty comment if you weren’t so bone-tired. though, in your haze, your eyes flickered down and caught the cloth in his hand—wait. was that… jeonghan’s shirt? you squinted, brain foggy, but you could recognize that obnoxious band tee anywhere. a breathy, disbelieving laugh slipped from your lips.

“is that—?”

mingyu grinned, clearly unbothered, continuing to wipe you down with maddening gentleness. “it’ll go missing after tonight, hope he won’t miss it.” he lets out an airy chuckle.

you wanted to laugh with him but the tenderness with every touch and wipe over your skin made your throat feel tight, your eyes blinking back slumber, overwhelmed in the best, most ridiculous way.

when he finished, he tossed the poor shirt aside and pulled you back into his arms like he’d never let go. “don’t wanna move,” he mumbled against your hair, pressing another kiss to your forehead. his arm tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. “sleep. we’ve gotta be up for the gym later.”

you almost giggled, but let out a dreamy sigh instead—you were too tired, too content with the way he was holding you. the night had been a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, but here, in his arms, everything felt right. you nodded, not trusting your voice, but somehow, that was enough for him.

the room was silent now, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and your steady breaths. he shifted just slightly, ensuring you were tucked securely against him, and before long, you felt the weight of sleep tugging at your eyelids.

you drifted off, wrapped in his warmth, still feeling the echoes of everything that had happened. for once, you didn’t feel like that burned out student who can barely lift anything at the gym anymore. not when you had someone like mingyu holding you this tightly. you could lift the whole world with this euphoric feeling.

the next morning came too fast.

mingyu kissed you before he left, still smelling like your bodywash and the lingering trace of sweat and skin. you were half-asleep, face buried in your pillow as you felt the press of his lips against your temple, his voice a low murmur. “i’ll see you at the gym, cutie.”

then the door clicked shut, and you groaned into your sheets.

by the time you dragged yourself to the gym, your legs were jelly, your thighs aching in ways you hadn’t expected. you caught mingyu leaning against the front desk, grinning like he hadn’t just rearranged your guts a few hours ago.

“leg day?” he asked innocently, one brow arched.

you scowled. “i am so not doing leg day.”

he laughed—the kind of laugh that made you want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. “c’mon, i’ll go easy on you.”

“you said that last time, you liar.”

still, you let him lead you through the warm-up, pretending you weren’t staring when his shirt lifted a little, exposing tan skin and the cut of his abs. your banter bounced back and forth, teasing, smug little grins exchanged between reps. you managed to trip over your own foot during lunges, and mingyu caught you by the waist like it was nothing, steadying you with those massive hands—the same ones that held you close last night, skin to skin. before you had the chance to get over the thought, he had already tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“careful, lightweight,” he teased.

you rolled your eyes, heart pounding way too hard for a simple gym mishap.

it was gonna be a long morning.

after the gym session, you and mingyu were a mess of sweat and sore muscles, but there was still an undeniable energy buzzing between you. you didn’t want to go home yet, not when he was looking at you like that—eyes soft, smile easy, and that unmistakable pull between the two of you that hadn’t quite worn off yet.

“smoothie?” mingyu asked, his voice almost too casual, but you could tell he was trying to keep his cool.

you blinked, still trying to catch your breath after a killer session. “uh, sure, i’m down for a smoothie.”

the smoothie place was just a block away, and soon enough you were sitting at a little outdoor table with your huge cups, the kind of smoothies that were so large you could probably share with a small army. but instead, mingyu leaned toward you, grabbing one of the oversized straws and slipping it into his mouth.

“i’m serious about the flavor,” he said with a grin, “this is the one. trust me. the secret add-on’s spinach, by the way.”

you rolled your eyes and gave him a playful look, but didn’t argue. you took a sip from the same straw, the cold tang of mango, strawberry, and pineapple flooding your senses, no weird spinach flavor in sight. it tasted like summer. and something else, too—something sweet and comfortable that made you want to stay here in this moment forever.

mingyu was looking at you again, that soft, almost shy smile on his face, and for once, you didn’t feel like you wanted to leave, even if conversations stretched for hours. you didn’t feel like the try-hard academic you push yourself to be.

no, with mingyu, you were just you—the girl he had kissed and laughed with and shared a smoothie with. there were no pretenses between you two anymore, no more awkward glances or confusing feelings. it was simple. it was easy. and that made everything feel right.

“it’s good, right?” mingyu asked, taking another sip.

you smiled at him, your lips still tingling from the kiss the night before. “yeah. you were right.”

he leaned back, looking like he was about to say something, but instead, he just chuckled softly. “this smoothie tastes like something my future partner would like.”

you raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “bold of you to assume they’d date a guy who puts spinach in his smoothies.”

mingyu laughed, eyes crinkling. “what, you don’t think so?”

you leaned back, crossing your arms with a smirk. “guess that’s something my future boyfriend will find out.”

and with that, everything seemed to click. it wasn’t just the gym, or the smoothies, or the fact that you were already falling asleep on him every night. it was this—being with him, sharing these little moments that felt so much bigger than anything you could’ve imagined.

mingyu looked at you then, his expression soft and sincere, and you realized that this—whatever this was—was real. you weren’t just friends anymore. you weren’t just gym buddies. you were something more, and that was enough for you.

as you sat there, sipping your smoothie and enjoying the warm morning sun, you couldn’t help but smile. things with mingyu were simple, but they felt so right. and right now, that was all you needed.

a/n: phew this has been such fun to write <33 and i hope it gets as much love as its preview !! tysm to carats and other multistans ^^~ if u liked reading this, drop me a follow, lets be moots !! and feel free to send in prompts of ur favorite idols to my inbox ~ i prioritize requests and they r always open !! have a nice day every1 !!!!!!!!!!

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Worth The Fight: If I Was A Worm?

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CW: Pregnancy stuff, one emotional moment, jealous Harry and a touch of panic.

A/N: Y’all have been wanting protective Harry and I am trying to deliver so I hope y’all enjoy and sorry for the dramatics right off the bat but hormones will do that to you lol✨

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Summary: You are officially on maternity leave and finally get to meet Gemma and have a baby shower✨

“Would you still want to be with me if I was a worm?” You ask far too casually from your spot in the middle of Harry’s at home gym where you’re sitting on your bright purple pregnancy ball, gently rotating your hips in a circular motion while holding a magazine in one hand and your bottle of water in the other.

Harry doesn’t even blink twice at your random question since this is now the fourth one you’ve tossed at him in the span of ten minutes, he just shakes his head and chuckles to himself as he begins the cool down part of his run on the treadmill that’s a few feet from where you’re supposedly working out. It’s only week one of your maternity leave and you’re already missing the routine of having somewhere to be everyday but Harry insisted you take advantage of the time the library offered so you could get as much relaxation and rest possible before the twins arrive. So that’s how you wound up down here in his gym, having gotten bored in the living room after not being able to get comfortable on his couch without him there to rub your ankles.

For his own peace of mind he refused to think about you walking down the steps without his help when you suddenly appeared in front of him when he was lifting weights. But his anxieties were quickly forgotten when you plopped down on the bright purple ball and began rolling around on it a bit, your maternity bike shorts and an oversized t shirt only accentuating your very prominent baby bump making him nearly drop the weight in his hands at how effortlessly adorable you looked, letting him know he should move to the treadmill before he accidentally hurt himself while staring at you.

You bring the straw of your water bottle up to your lips as you look over at Harry who has a look on his face as if he’s deep in thought. Then suddenly his eyes shift and lock with yours making a smile creep onto his face when he sees your cheeks get pink when he catches you staring at him.

“Have you always been a worm or did I come home one day and you were suddenly a worm?” He asks as his pace on the treadmill begins to slow down. You look away from him and down at the magazine in your hand to check if the question has any more details to it other than what you asked him already.

“It doesn’t say but let’s just go with you came home one day and I was a worm.” You explain after slipping the straw out of your mouth. “Would you still want to be with me?”

“No.”

“Really?” Your brows furrow as you stare at him making him just shrug as he finishes up on the treadmill. “You-you didn’t even hesitate you just said-said no.” You don’t even feel the magazine fall from your hand as your eyes begin to sting. Harry is by your side before you can even begin to blink the tears away, bent down so he can place a hand on your knee rubbing the top of it with his thumb in soothing circles.

“Baby you’d be a worm.” He says softly as you turn your head so you’re not looking at him.

“So? I’d-I’d be your worm.” You mumble as you swallow down the lump forming in your throat, feeling a mixture of anger at how silly you feel for being upset over something like this but also feeling hurt at how quickly Harry answered with a solid no.

“Would you want me to keep you in a jar or something and just take you everywhere with me then? Would that make you happy?” He asks as his free hand reaches out and grabs your water bottle from you so he can place it on the floor behind him.

“Yes.” You answer with a sniffle and a nod as you turn your head so you can look at him. Harry feels his heart ache at the tears welling up in your eyes and the way your bottom lip is trembling with how hard you’re fighting back the tears that so badly want to begin rolling down your cheeks.

“Okay love.” You feel yourself lean into his touch when he brings his hands up to softly cup your face. “I’ll put you in an empty jar of that raspberry jam you love so much and carry you around with me everywhere how does that sound?”

“Gross.” You say with a watery laugh making Harry smile as his thumbs run up and down your cheekbones. “You’d have a worm in a jar-someone would end up throwing me away.” Harry just shakes his head no making you roll your eyes casing a few tears to spill over your waterline and slide down your face.

“I’d kill them before I let them throw my worm-or excuse me sorry I meant I’d kill them before I let them throw my girlfriend away.”

“That’s not very treat people with kindness of you.”

“What else am I supposed to do to someone who tries to toss my girl out with the trash?”

“I’d be a worm not your girlfriend.”

“So are you saying if you were a worm you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore?” Harry knows exactly what he’s doing by asking you this, making you tell him the same thing that he said to cause you to get upset in the first place. Oddly enough it’s something he’s learned helps you move on from an upset like this and he knows it’s working when he feels you shake your head while his hands still gently hold onto your face.

“No.” You barely get the word out before a few more tears spill over and stream down your face. Harry just gives you a soft smile as you look at him with a worried expression and he knows you think you just hurt his feelings so he quickly pulls your face towards his so he can place a kiss to your lips.

“I understand why you wouldn’t want to be with me it’s okay.” He says as when he pulls away in hopes it’ll help you feel better but when you just let out a small sniffle and place your hands over his that are on your face he pinches his brows together as he stares into your eyes.

“What’s wron-”

“I don’t want to be a worm.” You practically sob as your eyes close and your chest rises and falls at a quickened pace and Harry wants so badly to grab the magazine that’s on the floor near your feet and rip it to shreds for being the cause of this breakdown thanks to the relationship test where you got all your questions from printed in the back of it.

“Okay how about just being my adorable girlfriend who seems like she’s in need of some foot rubs on the couch-”

“The bed.”

“Okay foot rubs in bed and maybe a movie? How does that sound love?”

“Good.” You answer as Harry’s thumbs gently wipe the last remaining tears from under your eyes. “Sounds good.”

“Good.” Harry smiles as you drop your hands and place them on top of your bump. “How are they treating you today? Moving around a lot?” You look down as you feel Harry’s hand sliding under the hem of your t shirt so he can place his hands on the side of your belly making you let out a small sigh at how good the warmth of his hands feel through the thin material of your bike shorts.

“Nora is practicing her dancing while Edward is keeping to himself.” You answer with a small sniffle letting Harry know you’re calming down a bit, he looks up at you with a quirked brow as his hands slide to the front of your bump.

“And how do you know it’s Nora dancing around and not Edward?”

“I can’t explain it. I just know.” Harry smiles and nods at your answer as he moves his hands around your bump. “She’s right here.” You tell him as you move your shirt up so you can grab one of his hands and place it where you feel the most movement happening.

“Hello my little love.” You smile as Harry leans in so his face is a few inches from his hand that’s resting on your bump, his voice causing the movements to increase right under his hand making him chuckle. “Can you do daddy a favor and maybe take a little break from the dance lessons?” You cover your mouth with one hand to muffle the sound of your laugh as Harry talks to your bump, his other hand sliding around until he feels a very small kick letting him know where the other twin is.

“You know your voice only makes them wilder.” Harry ignores your comment and leans in closer so he can place a kiss to the middle of your bump.

“I can’t help that my voice is exciting.”

“Exciting? You really are a narcissist.”

“Ignore her my loves your mommy is just in a bit of a mood right now.” You roll your eyes as he gives your bump a little rub with both hands as he looks up at you with a playful smirk on his face. “We love you and can’t wait to meet you.”

“But we aren’t in a rush. Stay in there as long as you like.” You quickly add making Harry chuckle as he gives your belly one last kiss before standing up and holding his hands out for you.

“Come on my darling let’s see how long it takes you to get upstairs.” His voice is soft but with a teasing edge to it that makes you let out a huff as you grab his hands so he can help you up off your pregnancy ball.

“You can’t rush me with the stairs Harry it’s rude because you know I can’t see my feet and I’m trying not to fall and you’re over there timing me like I’m training for a marathon or something.”

“As if I’d ever let you fall.”

“Oh when does Gem get here?” You ask not trying to intentionally changing the subject but you just remembered your baby shower that she’s hosting for you is in a few days and if you don’t ask your questions now you’ll forget and then feel overwhelmed when she just shows up on Harry’s front door.

“Tomorrow afternoon.” He answers with a smile as he places a hand on your lower back while standing behind you as you begin your slow trek up the stairs. “She’s very excited to meet you and of course her and my mom plan on obsessing over you so just be prepared for a lot of fussing about your comfort and-”

“I’m already used to being fussed over so that’s fine.” He doesn’t miss the tease in your voice making him smile because he won’t even try to deny it, he has been fussing over you ever since you allowed him back in your apartment and now that you two are officially an item ever since he took you on your first date two weeks ago he has just upped his obsessing over your comfort and safety but you don’t seem to mind or at least if you do you don’t say anything to him about it.

“Yeah Paris does seem to a bit clingy with you. He was on top of your legs yesterday during your pre dinner nap and he nearly chewed my hand off when all I was trying to do was adjust your blanket.”

“Right Paris is clingy.”

“Quite the momma’s boy that one.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Touché.”

You can’t stop laughing as you watch Gemma smack her younger brother upside the head in the middle of his kitchen after making a rude comment about your choice of tea that you still drink on occasion when your tummy is upset. She arrived earlier than Harry had expected but only by a few hours and for a moment he felt utterly and truly complete as he stood by and let his sister full on bear hug you as his mother rushed off to his backyard after saying hello, wanting to check on a few things for the baby shower that’s being held back there the following day.

But as soon as Harry mentioned making lunch and helped you take a seat at his kitchen table you and Gemma seemed to be on the same page when it came to getting a kick out of picking on him, making him realize that eventually his own daughter will probably be joining in on their teasing but that makes him hope that his son will be on his side because he will go positively mental if it turns out to be four against one anytime their aunt Gem is in town.

“You can’t call your girlfriend and mother of your children’s tea preference disgusting Harry that’s rude.” He rolls his eyes as he takes a step away from his sister so she can no longer reach him from where she’s standing cutting up some fruit. “Besides you’re the reason she needs peppermint tea in the first place you knob.” Harry just turns and sends her a glare that she doesn’t even bother looking up from the cutting board to acknowledge making you laugh even harder.

“What does that even mean? How am I the-”

“You’re the one who got her pregnant.” Anne says as she walks into the kitchen with some fresh herbs she clipped from the small garden tucked away in the corner of his backyard. Harry feels his cheeks get hot as his mother casually brings up the fact he got you pregnant and that’s the reason you need peppermint tea with honey every now and then.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Talk about what? How you couldn’t even wait to get her home so you had to go at it in the bathroom of some-”

“Gem honey please don’t talk about your brother’s bathroom romps while making lunch.”

“You’re right it’s more of a dinner conversation.”

“Mom make her stop.” Harry whines as he looks towards his mother for some assistance but she just laughs and gives him a shrug as she grabs a plastic bag to put the herbs in, you can’t help but smile as you watch the three of them interact, enjoying how they tease each other but underneath it all you can still feel the love they have for one another.

“I see you haven’t grown out of the having to ask mommy to come save you phase? I thought surely that would come to an end when you hit thirty.”

“You’re never too old to need your mom to come save you.” Anne says in Harry’s defense making Gemma roll her eyes as she looks up from the cutting board and over at her brother who has a smug smile on his face as he drapes an arm over his mother’s shoulders.

“You’re just mad that she’s still upset over you breaking her lemon colored tea set.”

“Lemon colored tea-you mean the one that disappeared ages ago?” Gemma’s eyes narrow as Anne looks at her with a raised brow. “Gem you broke that? It was a gift from your Nan.”

“Oops I forgot she didn’t know.” Harry’s voice is dripping in sarcasm as he brings a hand up to playfully cover his mouth. “Sorry.” He adds with a shrug while Gemma’s grip on the knife she’s using to cut the fruit tightens.

“How much do you fancy my brother? Like really?” She asks as she turns her head to look at you. “I think you could live without him right? You’d be fine?” You let out a laugh as Harry glares at her while Anne just walks off towards the pantry to grab some honey for the tea Harry was in the middle of making for you before this little argument started.

“Oh that’s enough.” Anne states as she holds out the jar of honey for Harry to take. “Finish making her tea before it gets cold.” With that Harry grabs the jar and goes back to making you a cup of tea to help soothe your tummy a bit before lunch.

“Harry!” Your voice shouting his name has Harry tossing his phone onto the couch as he rushes towards the stairs, taking them two at time he is upstairs and in his bedroom in record time.

“Baby are-”

“Oh god.” Your voice is strained as you let out a groan that has Harry’s heart about to beat out of his chest as he quickly walks into his bathroom.

The scene in front of him isn’t one he was at all mentally preparing for, you’re standing in the middle of the large bathroom with the dress you found after spending days sorting through wracks of maternity clothes only half way up your body so you’re top half is just covered by your bra and of course you have your handheld fan that’s been your bestfriend as of late due to your hot flashes mixed with the warmer weather, blowing cool air on you as you use one hand to lift your hair up so you can fan under your neck.

“Sweetheart are-are you okay?” He asks as he tries to calm down his racing heart having been sure your cry for him was due to something much more distressing than whatever this situation is.

“It doesn’t fit.” You say as you reach down and grab at the material of your dress. “I-I don’t know what happened Harry but it-it doesn’t fit. I can’t zip it.” The way your voice cracks lets him know he doesn’t have long to remedy this situation before you’re in full on hysterics, something he has only seen happen once and doesn’t ever want to have to witness again.

“Let me try.” You don’t argue instead you just turn around so your back is facing him. He takes a few steps towards you so he can begin lifting the straps of the dress up your shoulder as you move the fan so it’s blowing under the skirt of the dress making him chuckle.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You warn as he looks over your shoulder to find you glaring at him in the reflection of the mirror that’s in front of you.

“Laugh at you? Wouldn’t dream of it love.” He watches you roll your eyes at him before he goes back to the task at hand, getting you in this dress even if he has to call for his mother to come sew in a new zipper and let a few inches out of the waist.

“Did you see the gift Niall sent?” You ask as you move the fan so it’s blowing on your neck, Harry has to fight off the urge to roll his eyes at your casual mention of Niall while he is standing in his bathroom with you only half dressed.

“You mean the gift his lovely mom sent? Yes I saw it.”

“No the knitted blankets are just from Maura I’m talking about the stroll-”

“Niall Horan did not buy us a stroller.”

“You’re right he didn’t buy us a stroller.” Harry pauses his movements so he can look at you through the mirror as you try to hold back a smile. “Technically he bought me a stroller since the card only had my name on it.”

“I’m sorry can we rewind for a moment? When did you get on a first name basis with Niall’s mom and I thought Mitch and Sarah got us the stroller?”

“Since he FaceTimed her while over for dinner one night and introduced us and she doesn’t have any babies to spoil since Theo is-”

“You-you had dinner with Niall? When was this?”

“A week or so ago? I can’t remember.” Harry has to take a deep breath and run a hand through his hair as he tries to process all the information you just dropped on him in a very short amount of time. “Mitch and Sarah got us the baby swings.” You add as you put the fan on its highest setting and hold it up so it’s blowing on Harry once you see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“So-so dinner with Niall a week ago and now you and Maura are friends and she’s knitting the twins blankets and Niall got you a stroller?”

“Yes but it’s the one that the twins can just go one on top of the other not the giant side by side one. Isn’t that so sweet of him? He didn’t even know that’s the one I was looking at getting.”

“Oh perfect he got you the one you wanted without you even having to tell him. He’s trying to steal you from me you know that right? And you’re over here talking about how sweet it is.”

“Harry.” Your voice is gentle as you turn the fan off before letting it gently drop to the floor, you turn around so you’re facing him, your dress still unzipped. “Don’t be jealous of Niall okay? You’re the one I’m dating right? So clearly it’s you I want to be with.”

“That’s because Niall and Zayn aren’t avaible.” He huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest making you roll your eyes.

“True they both are spoken for but-”

“Don’t do that.” His voice is only mildly serious as he glares at you as you bring your hands up cup his cheeks, pulling him down towards you just a little.

“Don’t do what?”

“Try to distract me from being jealous of your obscene love for the Irish guy I used to be in a band with.”

“He’s your bestfriend.”

“That’s what you want to bring up? His title? Not the fact you’re in love with him?”

“I am not in love with him.” Harry lets out a scoff as you place a kiss to his cheek. “I love him the same way I love Ethan.”

“Oh yeah right I’ve seen how you drool over Niall and I’ve never seen you do that over Ethan.”

“You weren’t there the first time I met Ethan and well yeah Niall is-well he’s extremely handsome I mean those eyes? I don’t know how you lasted so many years in a band with him. But even you agree with me about how good looking he is.”

“Are you doing this to torture me?” He asks as his hands fall to your hips. “Is it because I accidentally stole the covers in bed last night and ate your last bar of chocolate? If so then I’m so sorry it won’t happen again.” You let out a chuckle as he rests his forehead on yours as he apologizes for things you don’t even care about.

“You know the first time I saw you I spilled my drink all over the bar because I was too caught up in how good you looked in the glow of those horrible pink and yellow lights.” You admit as your hands slide down to his shoulders so you can give them a nice squeeze. “I’d never seen someone look so effortlessly sexy but also still sort of smugly boyish in a way that made you seem even more unattainable because you just looked so in your element surrounded by people and loud music.”

“You really do spend too much time around books.” You ignore his comment as he lifts his head so he can look you in your eyes and when you see his lips curl up into his signature smirk you feel your cheeks get hot. “No one talks like that.” He teases as he leans in so his lips are only a few inches from yours.

“Sorry I know how flustered you get when I use such big words.”

“Very flustered indeed.” Before you can say anything else his lips are on yours as his hands that are on your hips move down so they can get a nice feel of your bottom making your hands grip his shirt pulling him closer to you. When his hands firmly grab your backside and you tilt your head allowing him to deepen the kiss he knows he needs to pull away before things take a turn towards a territory neither of you have explored before and now isn’t exactly the time to do so. He also knows people are due to be arriving soon, including his mother and sister to help finish setting up for the baby shower that starts in just an hour.

“Done being jealous now?” You ask after Harry reluctantly pulls away with a groan as he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“Yes.” He says with a huff as your hands gives his chest a few pats.

“Good now can you please finish helping me zip this dress before I freak out?”

“Of course love.” You give him a smile when he lifts his head and brings his hands back up to your hips giving them a soft squeeze before you drop your arms to your sides so you can turn around allowing him full access to the back of your dress. With one not so gentle tug and a few curse words mumbled under your breath he successfully has you zipped up.

“You look beautiful.” He says with a grin on his face once you turn around and take a step back to allow him to get a better view of you. The pink and light blue floral dress hits right above your knees and the skirt flares out just the slightest and the straps are thick enough you can wear your new favorite bra that had Harry in a mild panic when you started crying after trying it on, saying something about how comfortable and supportive it is.

“Thank you.” You can’t help but blush as you feel his eyes roam over your figure. “Now you need to get dressed. I’m going to go find Paris.” Harry just nods as you head into the bedroom, stopping next to him and giving him a smile as you look up at him.

“I think I heard him in Nora’s room.” Harry tells you as he leans down to place a quick but still sweet kiss to your lips. “Don’t go downstairs without me please.”

“Okay.” Harry smiles when you don’t try to fight with him and he has to stop himself from pulling you in for another kiss when you take a step away from him but he knows he has things to do so he lets you walk out of the bathroom and when he hears the bedroom door close he knows you’re now headed to find your furry orange son. The one you begged Harry to let you bring with you whenever you come to stay with him for more than a night because Paris gets lonely and stressed when he’s without you for too long and honestly Harry said okay because he understood, that being exactly how he feels when you’re out of his sight for too long.

Harry’s eyes find yours from across the backyard, a slow smile working its way across your features when he shoots you a playful wink. He watches as your eyes roam the backyard taking in all the little details, Gemma and his mom having gone for a tea party theme for the baby shower left no corner undecorated and no table without a bouquet that instead of a vase is an old tea tin with a variety of different ones scattered on nearly ever flat surface they could find but they made sure the one closest to your designated seat is of course a peppermint tea tin with yellow honey colored flowers sprouting out of it. He can tell that you’re happy by the little crinkles the corner of your eyes get as you laugh at something his sister said, how your cheeks have stayed a little flushed since the start of the party but the thing that sticks out the most to Harry that shows how truly happy you are is the way you keep catching him staring and instead of making a silly face you just smile at him. It’s a smile that reaches your eyes and tells him something you know only he can decipher like it’s a secret code, and that something happens to be a three worded confession that neither of you are quite brave enough to say out loud yet.

“You’ve got it bad dude.” Mitch’s voice takes Harry out of his thoughts and back in the moment.

“What are you talking about?” He asks playing innocent because he knows exactly what his friend is talking about. Mitch just rolls his eyes and brings a hand up to give Harry a solid pat to his back.

“Nothing.” He says with a shake of his head. “Congratulations though on the whole dad thing. It’s a wild ride with just one so I can’t imagine what you’re in for with two.” He adds making Harry chuckle as he brings his drink up to his lips.

“I’m ready for it.”

“Yeah? You got the car seats installed and everything huh?”

“I do yeah.” Harry answers as his eyes once again land on you as you take a sip of your water that’s in a very fancy glass with lemons floating around in it. “You know she fought with me about wanting car seats in every car? Said we should only use one car with the twins and she tried to tell me it should be her beat up little thing named Melanie.”

“Melanie? That’s her car’s name?”

“Yes she’s had it since-”

“Wait how many cars did you put car seats in?” Mitch asks with a raised brow that Harry doesn’t see because he’s still just staring at you as you talk to Gemma and one of your friends from work.

“Uh five I think?”

“You have five cars with car seats in them? Jesus Harry that’s a bit-”

“It’s how many cars I own. So actually if you include her car it’s six.”

“You’re insane.”

“That’s what she said.” This makes Mitch laugh as he takes a sip of his drink and lets a silence fall over them but after a few minutes when Mitch looks over at Harry and sees he has a zoned out look in his eyes and a lopsided grin on his face, Mitch knows the exact feeling his friend is experiencing.

“You love her huh?”

“Yeah-yeah I think I do.”

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waitforyrlove · 7 months ago

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˙ . ꒷ introducing personal trainer ! drew . 𖦹˙—

meeting personal trainer ! drew for the first time.

he was everything, the kind of face you only see on screens, plastered across the internet, his name etched in the credits of blockbuster movies. He was untouchable, a admiration you could only admire from afar. But then, like a joke, the universe aligned in the strangest way. Through some twist of fate—or your mom’s ability to network with his mom—Drew wasn’t just a distant person anymore. He was here, in your orbit, as a personal trainer assigned to you.

it was the kind of collision that could split universes.

you arrived at the gym, your heart thudding like a bad drum solo, the weight of it all pressing heavier than anything. The place was nearly empty, a quiet stage set for an encounter that felt both surreal and terrifying. He wasn’t just the guy from your screen anymore, he was in flesh and bone, waiting for you in a space where every little thing could happen.

you gripped the door handle and paused. This wasn’t just a meeting. This was like stepping into a parallel universe.

you stepped inside, the cool air of the gym hitting your face like reality itself. The place smelled of fresh rubber mats and faintly of sweat—you scanned the space, your breath catching when you spotted him.

he wasn’t posing for a camera or performing. He was leaning casually against a weight rack, scrolling through his phone, his jawline sharp enough to cut through your nerves. His hair was tousled in that effortlessly perfect way. He looked up as you entered, his face breaking into a smile that made him seem… normal, almost.

“You must be my new client,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. Not rehearsed. Not scripted. Just real.

you nodded, suddenly hyper-aware of every move you made. Did your gym clothes look okay? Were your sneakers too scuffed? Could he tell you’d Googled him for hours last night, trying to prepare yourself for this moment?

“Don’t be nervous,” he added, as if reading your mind. “Everyone starts somewhere.” He motioned for you to join him, his tone as casual as if you were old friends meeting up instead of a star and some random gym-goer linked by their moms’ ability to link.

you walked over, still trying to believe this was happening. He picked up a clipboard and scanned it like he’d done this a hundred times before, but you couldn’t help wondering what was going through his mind. Was this just another gig for him? A break from the spotlight? Or did he see this as a chance to be… normal, even for a moment?

“All right,” he said, looking up at you with a grin. “Let’s start with something easy. How’s your stamina?”

you almost laughed out loud at the question. Not great, you wanted to say, considering it had taken all your emotional reserves just to show up today. But instead, you nodded and stammered, “It’s… okay, I guess.”

Drew’s grin widened, and he grabbed a pair of light dumbbells. “Let’s warm up. And don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

you didn’t know if it was the charisma, the absurdity of the situation, or the way he spoke like he actually believed it, but for the first time, you let yourself relax. Maybe, just maybe, this collision of worlds wasn’t as terrifying as you thought.

the warm-up was harmless enough—light weights, stretches, and a jog on the treadmill that had your legs feeling slightly wobbly. he kept it professional, guiding you with the calm authority of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Still, every time he brushed past or adjusted your form, you felt like a live wire, your body hyperaware of his presence.

the came the squats.

“Okay,” Drew said, grabbing a barbell and loading it with what looked like a manageable amount of weight. “Squats are all about form. It’s not about how much you can lift—it’s about doing it right. Otherwise, you’re asking for an injury.” He turned to you, his smile teasing. “And trust me, I’m not letting that happen, yeah?”

you nodded, trying to focus on his words rather than the way his fitted shirt clung to his chest, his abs more predominant than ever. He positioned you in front of the squat rack, stepping closer than before. “I’m going to check your form,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “so don’t freak out if I adjust you a bit.”

your pulse quickened as you slid under the barbell, your hands gripping the cool steel. You tried to focus on the instructions—feet shoulder-width apart, core engaged—but it was impossible with Drew standing so close, his presence magnetic.

you lowered into the first squat, your movements stiff and uncertain. “Not bad,” he mutters, his voice warm. “But you’re leaning forward a bit too much. Here.” He stepped behind you, his hands lightly grazing your hips. The contact sent a jolt up your spine.

“Relax,” he said softly, his tone soothing. “i’m just helping you align.” His hands guided your hips back slightly, his fingertips firm but careful. He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath brushing the back of your neck as he spoke. “Imagine you’re sitting down in a chair—hips back, chest up. Got it?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. You dropped into another squat, this time following his adjustments. His hands lingered for a moment, steadying you, and you swore you felt his thumbs press slightly as if to reassure you.

“Perfect,” he whispers, his voice dipping just enough to make your stomach flip. “you’ve got it now.”

you straightened, trying to calm the pounding in your chest, but he wasn’t done. “Let’s do a few more reps,” he said, stepping even closer. “and I’ll spot you to make sure you stay balanced.

you swallowed hard and lowered again, the weight pressing down on your shoulders. This time, Drew’s hands hovered near your waist, ready to catch you if you wobbled. His voice was steady, guiding you through each movement. “Nice, controlled. That’s it.”

with each rep, the air between you seemed to grow heavier, charged with something unspoken. On the last squat, your legs trembled slightly, and Drew’s hands quickly caught your waist, steadying you before you could stumble.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” he said, his voice close to your ear now. His grip was firm, his fingers pressing against your sides just enough to ground you. For a second, you were aware of everything—his strength, his scent, the way his body seemed to align perfectly with yours.

you straightened up, the barbell returning to the rack with a loud clang. Drew stepped back, giving you space, but the look in his eyes lingered—a flicker of something that wasn’t entirely professional.

“Nice work,” he said, his smile back, though his voice carried an edge of something deeper. “you’re a quick learner.”

you tried to play it cool, wiping your palms on your leggings, but your heart was still racing. Maybe it was just the workout. Or maybe… it wasn’t.

his words hung in the air, laced with that playful undertone that made it impossible to ignore the tension building between you. He stepped forward again, just enough to breach your personal space, as if testing an invisible boundary. His eyes searched yours, a glint of mischief sparking behind them.

“I bet I can push you just a little more.”

your breath hitched, was he still talking about training?

before you could answer, Drew reached past you, his arm brushing yours as he adjusted the barbell on the rack. His proximity sent a shiver down your spine. “How about we finish with one more set?” he suggested, his voice dropping an octave. “This time, we’ll add a little more weight. You up for the challenge?”

“I… think so,” you managed, though your voice came out shakier than you’d intended.

“Good,” he said, stepping back with a sly smile. “But we’re doing this together.”

your brows furrowed. “Together?”

he nodded, already removing his hoodie to reveal a snug tank top that clung to his toned frame. “A little extra motivation goes a long way.” He gestured for you to get into position under the bar. As you did, he stepped behind you once more, closer than before.

“This time,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, “i’ll hold the bar with you. Don’t worry—I’ll take some of the weight if it gets too much.”

your heart was hammering in your chest as you slid your hands back onto the bar. You felt his hands move next to yours, his grip firm and steady. His body was so close now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, his chest just barely brushing your back.

“Ready?” he asked, his tone making the word feel loaded.

“Yeah,” you whispered, though it came out more like a breath.

“Good,” he said, leaning closer, his breath grazing the shell of your ear. “now let’s make this count.”

as you lowered into the squat, Drew followed, his body moving in perfect sync with yours. His hands remained firm on the bar, but you couldn’t ignore the way his chest seemed to align perfectly with your back, his presence both steadying and electric.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice smooth and encouraging. “keep your core tight. I’ve got you.”

when you rose, your legs trembling slightly under the weight, Drew didn’t let go. Instead, his hands shifted subtly, his fingers grazing yours. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of something more than just encouragement.

you glanced back over your shoulder, catching the flicker of heat in his gaze. For a moment, the gym seemed to fade away, the sounds of clanging weights and distant music muted by the intensity of the moment.

“You okay?” Drew asked, his lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts concern and challenge.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice a little steadier now. “Let’s do one more.”

his grin widened, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned in just a fraction closer. “That’s what I like to hear.”

you weren’t sure whether it was the workout, the proximity, or the way his voice seemed to wrap around you like a promise, but as you lowered into that final squat, you knew one thing for sure—Drew wasn’t just pushing your limits in the gym. He was blurring the line between professional and something far more dangerous.

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adrixivy · 7 months ago

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Imagine Peter starts working out.

He has super strength but he wants the physique and to look like he does have it. He works out to keep up with his civilian identity because it’s getting tiring for him to hold back and he actually wants to do sports in school and not hold back so much of his actual strength. So imagine how much weights he’s carrying in the gym just to feel something.

Peter, after doing a 750lb benchpress: Woah, that was a tough warmup!

Tony is looking at his son in slight horror, not expecting a slight cardiac arrest accompanying his son to the gym: I felt like something short circuited in my heart.

Sam, who happened to be in the gym too, eyes wide and jaw dropped to the ground before his hands are in the air in complete jealousy: He did twice the amount of my record. How the hell is that a warmup!

Steve, visibly impressed and even proud: He did a hundred more pounds than our warmup, Buck.

Bucky, impressed and nodding along: He sure did Steve

Sam and Tony just realising how strong this superhumans can be and genuinely believe that they can tear the non-super people in half if they wanted to: *eyeing the trio cautiously*

Now imagine Peter’s in a public gym because all the gyms in the tower are under renovation or something. Everyone’s eyes is on him and they’re all in genuine disbelief. They can tell Peter’s 15 by his looks too. Some think he’s younger.

Random: Yo is that kid actually doing that or is it just me?

Arrogant bastard: I bet some of that are fake weights. He’s not even sweating!

Peter, who was doing a 500lbs deadlift which is half his usual warmup because he didn’t want to give away that he’s some mutant and have the American forces on his ass. And the gym didn’t have enough weights to add up to his warmup anyway: *didn’t hear people’s comments through the loud music blasting in his ears and dropped the weights to move on to pull ups with 100kg*

People who didn’t believe that a 15 year old kid could pull of that deadlift thought that there were actually some fake weights. Soon, one by one, people came up to what Peter previously lifted and they all grabbed it, fully expecting it to be lighter than it seems. They soon immediately gave up and stared in shock at the kid doing pull ups with weights on him too with little effort that it actually terrifies some of them. And again, he’s not breaking a sweat!

Imagine someone from Peter’s school recognized him. Their jaws are dropped because Peter Parker, the weak nerd, just did all of that when he can barely chase after the ball in soccer lessons!(He fakes it) Absolutely more hilarious if it was Flash. He definitely nearly fell or did fell off his treadmill when he saw that scene. Either way, Flash or not, they’re definitely not saying a thing since they just witnessed how capable Peter is of breaking their bones if he wanted to(Flash still doesn’t stop bullying him though since Peter didn’t know he was there but he definitely went softer on Peter since he’s mildly scared still)

#marvel #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #marvel cinematic universe #spiderman #marvel universe #irondad and spiderson #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #sam wilson #the falcon #marvel headcanons

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frownyalfred · 2 years ago

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the contingency plan if Batman ever goes evil: have a tearful Superman throw him into the sun and wait at least ten minutes to make sure that fucker is really dead (can’t ever be too sure with Mr. Contingency Plan himself)

#random thoughts from the treadmill #bruce wayne #batman #dc #superbat #clark kent #superman

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lyxchen · 17 days ago

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Doing a whole workout on this stage

#esc 2025 #first treadmill now those bouncy balls #lea's random thoughts #eurovision

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autumnbaguette · 1 month ago

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Tos-Kah

Russian (noun)

An immense ache for nothing and everything all at once. An anguish from the bottom of the heart.

141 Task Force Base

1600

Ghost’s heavy boots echoed through the hall, fast pacing trying to get to the Captain Office as soon as possible. Soap voice calling his name trying to ask Ghost to calm down seems like a waste of effort.

Without even bother knocking the door, Ghost open the door to the Price’s Office. The captain sitting behind the desk, a mountain of documents on the desk, he looked a bit surprised.

“How’s the recon mission Ghost?”

“We have a problem.”

—-

It’s very sunny today, the sun blazing through the gym’s window. Finally summer is here. You are running on treadmill trying to get some exercise. Well, it’s a lie though. Your anxiety is high, Ghost and Soap supposed to be returning today from a Recon Mission somewhere is Serbia. But something isn’t sit right with you. Maybe it’s also the excitement and you are Glad that the boys are back again. You keep running, 10 minutes more then you are done.

“Sergeant Adler.”

You take out your headphones and see who call your name. It’s Soap. Standing in the middle surrounded by other soldiers. Strange. Their gun pointing at you.

“Soap what the fuck?” You asked stepping down the treadmill and trying to walk to Soap direction.

“Don’t Move! Hands on the air!” One of the soldier barks at you. You held your step. Fucking hell.

Why are they so hostile? You thought, calming your breath down, you raise your hand in surrender manners. You keep looking at Soap. He looks sad and angry, no, he looks disappointed.

The soldiers make their way to you, taking your hands behind your back and handcuffs them.

“Any explanation for this Sergeant MacTavish?” You ask him calmly. Searching his eyes, hoping maybe it just another prank.

“Sergeant Adler, you are being detained following the allegations of treachery.”

141 Task Force Base

Interrogation Room

1700

Treachery? How? Why? Your train of thoughts trying to comprehend it. You’ve been loyal to the task force since the first time you joined. No dual side missions, no more involvement with any CIA missions. Hell, You don’t even have boyfriend now since The task force is the center of your life now. Is it a nightmare? But the way your arms being clasped so tight right now is the prove that this is the reality.

They put you inside the interrogation room. Not just any interrogation room, this is The 141 task force interrogation room.

You’ve been here, but on the different side of course. Your hand still tied. There is only two chairs, face to face. A small desk in the middle, Cameras in every corner of the room.

Your eyes keep scanning the room, your brain is busy trying to make some exit scenarios just in case something bad happens. Huh. It’s a habit. Early in your career, you were CIA assets. You’re familiar with treachery, playing dirty to finish the job, easily done. Then you join the task force on Lasswell recommendations. And you are loyal ever since. You swear to God.

It’s been one hour from the arrest and they leave you there by yourself. No sign of anyone. Anxiety high, check. Over analyzing, check. This situation is triggering the flight or fight response in you; Should you just asking for forgiveness even though you have no freaking idea about this arrest at all or should you just kill everyone and run away. Difficult choices, both still don’t make any sense.

Your gym clothes still a bit wet from the sweats, your hair bun is a mess, eye bags are heavy as fuck. But you are glad that you put deodorant on before. Cant afford it being smelly both literally and figuratively.

141 Task Force Base

Interrogation Room

1730

Finally someone is here. Some random officer reading you Article 31. You heard it, doesn’t care. If they really going to interrogate you, lord have mercy those Article 31 gonna be useless as fuck.

Then you heard it, familiar voices. Captain Price. He asked the officer to leave the room, his eyes looking at you. It’s cold. Then Ghost walk through behind him. He brings files on his left hand, and just standing behind. His eyes unreadable, stoic posture. Classic Ghost.

Captain Price sitting down in front of you, his hands clasped on the table. Your eyes following his movement. He is wearing full uniform, no hat today, and he is armed. He just finish smoking cigar you reckon. One hand gun stack on his holster, definitely Glock 19. Loaded one. Two military knives, one on the strap near the left ankle, one on his back pocket.

“Done analyzing me, Sergeant?” Price said while smiling. He knows your routine, your tendency to always analyze your opponent both on familiar or hostile side.

You said nothing. Interrogations 101, know your rights. You have the right to remain silent. Observe the other side, see what they have on you and the most important one, do not show any reaction.

“Shall we?”

Ghost come forward and put the files in front of Price. He open the file and take out one single photograph and He hold it.

“Never knew that we are gonna be on different side Adler. I was under impression that you are loyal, that maybe it’s just a mistake or someone trying to rip apart our task force but here you are.”

Price slides the photo in front of you. A man and a woman, they looked happy together. Photographed somewhere in Belgium. Instinctively you flip the photo and There’s a note behind it.

«Пусть лепестки научат меня искусству отпускать»

“May the petals teach me the art of letting go.”

The photo were You and Vladimir Makarov standing side by side, his arm around your shoulder. He was looking at you, smile plastered on his face, and you? You were smiling ear to ear looking at him.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

To be continued.

A/n: kinda obsessed with COD MW now lol. Anyway, the last name for the main character is Adler, the first name can be the reader name. Also the russian language is from google translate so apologize in advance 🫶🏻

Dont expect happy ending guys, bcs this is makarov we are talking about. I love him but he is the one who killed Soap 🙁

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #vladimir makarov #makarov x reader #task force 141

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sombrashe · 27 days ago

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coffee stains tlou tv show jesse

I need a jesse fic , where basically , the reader is a barista and jesse is like a gym rat (he works out alot) and there obviously dating , i dont know wherever or not you write smith but if you could that would be great ! (@beelee-cotton)

content ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used), fluff, falling in love, modern au

note ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ this prompt was so cute because i used to be a barista and a gym rat lol / this is meant to be a modern au but i think it can be read as normal idk / i hope this is what you were looking for !!

the first time he noticed you was during a rush

he absentmindedly watched you and your coworkers. moving forward a few steps every few minutes. his eyes flick over to you as you pour steaming milk into a paper cup. he was new to the city, and finding a coffee shop to go to daily was a need. with a soft smile, he'll order something low-fat with no sugar, and his eyes will meet yours as you scan the crowd. probably getting a mental note of how many people are here. he steps off to the side and waits patiently for his drink. something warm against this Wyoming winter. when it's his turn, your smile and sweet face stop him momentarily before grabbing his drink. walking out, he attempts to shake you from his mind.

the first time he recognized you was at the gym.

here he was, ending his session with some cardio when the door swings open. his treadmill was angled perfectly to see whoever entered the building. looking up he nearly trips as you scan the room. walking around you enter the locker room. focusing forward he gets back into rhythm. he almost fools himself until you decide to choose the only open treadmill. damn at least they're not in front of me. that didn't help keep your soft scent from entering his nose. he should be smelling sweat, something pungent not you, so soft and sweet, inches from his left hand. focusing hard on his run he gets lost in the feeling of it all and ends up on that treadmill until it counts down to off. taking a moment to rest he notices some old man has taken your place next to him and he decides not to quell and disappears into the locker room.

the first time you saw him was when he first talked to you

he maintained strict small talk whenever you two had to interact. you're the only one able to cash him out? all he gives is a polite nod and maybe a good weather. hurrying out the door he goes about his day as normally as he can. every time he saw you at the gym was like trying to walk through quicksand. every time he thought he was safe there you were all tight pants and small frown as you focused on your reps. it takes a few weeks but after learning your routine (not in a creepy way he promises) he finally decides to finally bother you.

"Sorry to bother you, but I just had to come over here. You're stunning. I love your hair color, is it natural? Do you wanna grab dinner sometime?"

he gives you ample time to respond to any and every question he asks of you all the while he's internally shaking. when you give him that smile he knows he's in. you agree to dinner and he leaves you to get back into your routine. of course not before he adds his number to your phone <3

the first time your coworkers heard about him was three weeks after your first date

it took a while before you felt comfortable enough talking about the gym rat who swept you off your feet. when you finally opened your work bestie groan and rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, finally you tell me. I was wondering how long you were gonna act all secretive. Didn't know it had to do with a man though~. What's his name? Is he a regular 👀?"

you opened up immediately, spilling absolutely everything about him. smiling and giggling as you talk about the weeks spent texting him, going out to random spots around the small town, and especially about the way he complimented you every chance he got. he was something you weren't used to and out of fear you never said you two were dating. of course you never had to say anything. anyone who saw you two together they just knew. knew you two were meant for each other and that you meant the world to each other.

#the last of us #the last of us tv show #jesse tlou #jesse x reader #clicker writes

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punksyeet · 7 months ago

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- Protection ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) is protected by a guy at the gym who, she’d later find out is the man of her dreams.

Warning: S/A, mature language, & hefty flirting!

28!

29!

30!

I set my pair of dumbbells back onto their rack and take a seat on the black bench that's sat in front of me to catch my breath.

Panting heavily, I take a sip from my rose gold Stanley cup and towel dry the numerous beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and chest.

Once I'm cooled off and my breathing returns to normal, I head to the treadmill to do the last 10 minutes of my workout.

The song "Lifestyle" by Rich Gang and Young Thug plays through my headphones, and I mouth the words while doing some light jogging.

About 4 minutes in, I feel a presence behind me, causing me to look back.

An older random man, at least 50 years old, is stood there just watching me.

I pause the machine and hop off, slowly taking my headphones off as well. "Hi. Is there something you needed?"

He lightly chuckles. "Not at all, sweetheart. I'm just enjoying the view."

Oh for fucks sake!

"Yeeaaah," I respond hesitantly, turning back to the treadmill. "I'm not interested, sorry."

He lightly grabs my waist, causing me to stop half-way. "Baby wait! I just wanna ta-"

"Okay first of all," I exclaim, backing out of his grip. "Don't touch me. I don't even know you."

He crosses his arms over his chest and swallows hard. "Well that seems unfai-"

"And secondly," I continue, cutting him off. "I told you I'm not interested. You're making me very uncomfortable. So please, respectfully, walk away from me."

"I don't think I will," he instigates, proceeding to walk even closer to me. "You know exactly what you're doing in these tight little shorts, baby."

He starts inching his hand closer and closer to my ass until another person clears their throat, making him stop in his tracks and turn around.

I look behind him, where the sound came from, and see a much younger looking and, not for nothing, but super attractive guy.

My eyes automatically scan his body, which is filled with what looks like cultural tattoos and sweat that makes his gorgeous caramel-colored skin glisten under the ceiling lights.

"I believe the lady asked to be left alone?" he clarifies, his hands in his pockets.

The man throws his hands up innocently. "I wasn't trying anything man, I swear."

"I see," the attractive guy says, nodding and smoothing out his freshly-trimmed beard. "Then why are you still here, uce?"

Uce? What does that mean?

"Because uce," the man replies, mocking him. "I'm a guy that likes conversation. And I saw a pretty woman so I walked over. What does this have to do with you anyway?"

The attractive guy's nostrils flare in reaction to being mimicked. "It has everything to do with me when I'm witnessing a lame ass dude come up to a female, making her uncomfortable in a place where she should feel safe. Have some shame bruh."

With every word he inches closer and closer to the man, even pointing his finger at him.

The man suddenly turns speechless, and places his hands in his pockets.

"That's exactly what the fuck I thought," the attractive guy continues. "So I suggest you get outta here before things get real ugly."

The man then rolls his eyes, scans my body one more time, and walks away.

The attractive guy watches him leave and comes walking over to me. "Hey. You alright?"

I blink numerous times out of shock. "Y-yeah I'm good. Thank you so much for that."

He gives me a warm smile. "Anytime. It infuriates me seeing dudes disrespecting women that way. I'm glad I saw it before he could do anything else to you."

I return the smile. "Well, thank you again. I appreciate it. More than you know."

"You're very welcome..." his voice trails off, and he tilts his head at me.

"Oh!" I reply, holding out my hand. "I'm Gianna. It's nice to meet you."

He flashes me another gorgeous smile and shakes it. "You too, and that's a real pretty name. I'm Josh."

"Thank you," I reply, lightly blushing, and stick my hands in my pockets once we end the handshake.

He stops for a minute and takes a deep breath before speaking up again. "Say Gianna, I know we met in a kinda unfortunate way, and the timing of all this may be off. But would you like to hang out sometime?"

His gorgeous ass? Wants to hang out with me?

I give him a soft smile, shrugging. "Sure, why not?"

He nods, rubbing his hands together. "Cool, cool. How about tonight? I'll text you my address and we can kick it? Have dinner or something?"

I nod, pull out my phone, open my contact list, and hand it to him. "Sure, that sounds nice."

He enters his number and hands it back to me. "Perfect. I'll see you tonight."

I smile, nodding. "See you then."

He gives me one last smile before walking off, allowing me to finish my set and head home.

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It's now 5pm and I just got out of the shower.

Josh and I are meeting at his place at 5:45 so I gave myself some extra time to get ready and mentally prepare.

He texted me to dress comfy, so I decide to go with a cotton white sweater and pants set, some beige slides, my belly piercing, some silver jewelry, and my LV purse.

I straighten my hair and spray some yummy smelling perfume before heading out.

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You've got this Gi.

Just be yourself and he'll love you.

I take a deep breath before leaving my car and heading up Josh's walkway and to the front door.

Seconds after I ring his doorbell, I hear dogs barking and then shuffling towards the door.

Once it opens, I practically drool at the sight I'm brought with.

He's dressed in a black muscle tee, grey sweatpants with his print visible, Nike socks, hoop earrings in, and a nice gold chain around his muscular neck.

"Hey again," he coos, standing against the door.

I give him a soft smile. "H-Hi. You look nice."

He chuckles. "Thanks, love. You do too. Come on inside."

I do as he says and I'm greeted with three adorable french bulldogs. "Your dogs are adorable."

He closes the door behind me and smiles when he sees me petting them. "Thank you."

He introduces me to Pongo, Mumble, and Jax.

As he's making dinner, I chill on the couch with them.

"They took a liking to you quick," he exclaims, watching us with his arms folded leaning against the wall. "Normally it takes them a while to get used to new people."

I look up at him and smile. "I have a pup of my own. Maybe they can smell her."

He chuckles and sits with us, his arm draped over the top of the couch behind me.

"So," I begin, rubbing Pongo's belly and turning to Josh. "What's on the menu for tonight?"

He smiles, looking back at the stove. "Garlic butter shrimp pasta with some oven roasted veggies on the side."

My stomach growls at the sound of it and faint smells coming from the kitchen. "That sounds amazing. I can't wait."

He smiles and we continue to play with the dogs until dinner is ready.

"Josh holy shit," I say, covering my mouth as I chew a piece of shrimp. "This is amazing!"

He smiles proudly, taking a sip from his wine glass. "I'm so glad you like it. I've been working on the recipe for a while."

"Feels like it's perfected now," I reply, setting my fork down and picking up my wine glass.

He chuckles and we spend the rest of dinner getting to know each other.

From dinner I found out that:

- he's full blown Samoan

- the term "uce" means brother / bro

- he was born in San Francisco, raised in Pensacola, and moved to Atlanta a few years ago

- he has 2 sons named Jeyce and Jaciyah

- he has 6 siblings including a twin brother named Jonathan

"So," he begins. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you do?"

I take a sip of wine before answering. "Well, I've been into wrestling for a little bit now. I got signed to NXT a couple weeks ago."

A gorgeous smile appears on his face. "That's awesome Gi! Congrats!"

I giggle. "Thank you! And you said you're already in WWE, right?"

"Yup," he replies, nodding. "I debuted with my brother back in 2010."

I smile, tilting my head. "That's awesome that you guys have been in it together the whole time."

He smiles, folding his arms and leaning on the island. "Yeah it's been one hell of a ride. But I'm grateful for him."

We talk more throughout the night and it's honestly such a good time.

It sounds weird, but I feel safe with him.

Despite me meeting him less than 12 hours ago.

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It's now 9pm, almost 2 hours since we finished dinner, and we're sat in the backyard near his fire pit.

"Nice out tonight, huh?" he asks, looking up at the sky, which is filled with stars and a crescent moon.

I nod, smiling, just watching the fire. "It really is."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him look down at me and kinda just watch me for a while.

After a few moments, I grow the confidence to look back, which causes a shy smile to appear on both of our faces.

"You okay?" I ask, placing my hand on his thigh softly.

"All good," he replies. "You really are gorgeous by the way."

My cheeks turn red hot and I look down shyly, picking the blanket that he brought out for us up to my chin. "Thank you, Josh."

He chuckles and scoots in closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

I get goosebumps at the feeling of his warm and soft hand on my skin.

"Don't get all shy now love," he teases. "You were just touching my thigh a second ago."

I playfully roll my eyes, giggling. "It's not my fault you're fine as hell, sir."

He raises his eyebrows as if he's shocked. "Fine as hell, huh?"

I nod confidently, trying to swallow every last bit of nervousness. "You know you are."

He pretends to have long hair and flicks it off his shoulders.

We share a laugh and he cups my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"You have a real nice smile too," he continues, cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I try to put my head down shyly again, but he lifts my chin before I can, allowing us to lock eyes.

We both slowly lean in and, soon enough, our lips are connected in the sweetest and most romantic kiss I've ever experienced.

With every stroke, our lips move in sync and his hands wander further and further along my sides.

Eventually, we pull away slowly and I bite my bottom lip softly.

"You're a good kisser," I say, just above a whisper, my hands still playing with his dreamy curls.

He chuckles and takes a strand of hair away from my face. "So are you, mama. I could kiss those lips forever."

"What's stopping you?" I tease, brushing my nose against his.

He smirks and connects our lips again, this time far more passionately.

The kiss lasts about 5 minutes - tongue included and everything - and not gonna lie, I was a little bummed when it finally ended.

"This is gonna sound a little upfront and please let me know if you think it's too soon," he begins, stroking my side. "But...I haven't felt this way since I first started dating my ex wife so it must be true."

I tilt my head, rubbing soft circles his back. "What's that?"

He smiles and stares directly into my eyes. "I think I'm in love with you, baby."

I bite my bottom lip gently and take a deep breath before finally speaking up to respond. "I'm in love with you too."

He raises an eyebrow. "Really? You are?"

I nod, smiling. "I think so. And I’m willing to find out for sure.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and wraps me into a warm hug, and I immediately hug back.

"I was so nervous that you'd whack me across the face or something," he confesses once we pull away, making me giggle.

"Now why would I look to do damage to a face as handsome as yours?" I tease, playing with his beard.

He chuckles and pulls me in for another kiss.

Our third of the night.

And hopefully the third of many more to come.

After a little while more of hanging out and enjoying each other's company, it gets pitch black outside.

"I should probably start heading home," I exclaim, rubbing the bicep of his arm that's wrapped around my waist.

He sighs. "You sure you can't stay?"

I lay my head on his shoulder and kiss his jaw. "I'd love to, but not tonight."

He kisses my temple and gets up, holding out his hand. "I understand, baby. Come on, I'll walk you out."

I smile and take it, getting up.

I crouch down to his pups and say goodbye with tummy rubs and lots of kisses. "I'll see you guys soon."

They respond with barks and licks to my face.

Josh smiles, watching us before I stand back up and take his hand once more.

We head out to my car, share a couple more kisses, a little more small talk, and I head off.

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I park in my driveway and automatically take notice to a bouquet of pink roses sitting at my front door.

Once I make it to them, I smile, reading the note attached:

Thank you for the best night I've had in a while. I'm so happy we met earlier today, even though it feels like I've known you forever. I hope you enjoy these and I'll see you soon. ❤️

- Love, Josh

I place the note in my pocket and pick up the bouquet, smelling the flowers.

I head inside, set my stuff down, and immediately text him.

Gianna ❤️: You're adorable! 🥹

Josh 🩵: You like them baby?

Gianna ❤️: I love them. They're beautiful. Thank you. 🤍

Josh 🩵: Just like you. You're welcome mama. ❤️

You loved "Just like you. You're welcome mama. ❤️"

It hasn't even been a full 24 hours, and I already love him more than anything.