#and she sees how young he still looks…like did she not question that???

[spaceyaemonds]

pairing: dr. jack abbot x reader

sum.: you meet a few of jack’s coworkers.

warnings: age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 23), slightish angst?? just incase?? i don’t think it is but just incase, unplanned pregnancy, jack is divorced, not a widower, and it is mentioned that he previously did not want kids. minors DNI.

notes: okay so this is not what i had initially planned for this part, but i could not get what was supposed to be the second half of this to flow how i wanted so i am scrapping some of it and putting into part 6! also, there will definitely still be a lot of teasing and stuff said by the ED staff!!! i just didn’t know how to incorporate everyone here quite yet, but it’ll come! starting with part 6, they will be slightly longer pieces (but all less than 4-5k words) so we can get more into the drama of the story. in the next part, there will be slight angst (that was supposed to be here LOL, i’m sorry!) AND smut! i also have a few more drabbles for this universe that i hope to post this week, but parts 6 (and possibly 7) will be taking priority along with the schedule i posted yesterday. unedited. and as always, any feedback is extremely appreciated, it helps keep me motivated. especially reblogs/comments/asks!

wc: 1k

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Unfortunately, immediately after getting off the phone with you and getting his keys to Dana, an ambulance pulls up with a trauma, which not only means he is probably not going to be able to see you, but you’re meeting Dana alone.

Which leaves you in your current situation, standing awkwardly in front of said nurse while she looks you over, studying you.

Of all the things she was expecting when Jack Abbot told him a girl was coming to pick up his keys and drop hers off, you are not at all what her brain came up with.

Not that there’s anything wrong with you, except for the fact you look a little young for Jack. But she definitely didn’t imagine you.

“So, you’re borrowing Jack’s truck?” Her tone is friendly when she asks.

She seems nice, but she makes you nervous. Being here makes you nervous. You don’t know what Jack has or hasn’t told his coworkers about you or this situation.

You nod, a small smile on your face despite your discomfort, “Um, yes. I’m buying a new desk and my car is too small to get it home,”

She nods politely, “Are you neighbors?”

She knows the answer, that you are definitely not neighbors, but she’s curious about what you’ll say.

You bite your lip, “Uh, something like that?”

She raises her eyebrow at the way you word your answer as a question, but before she can speak up, Samira says your name.

She’s smiling brightly, “I thought that was you! Are you doing okay?,”

You smile back at her, “I’m good,”

“How’s the baby?”

You freeze, glancing at Dana out of the corner of your eye, praying to god that she doesn’t put it together.

Dana’s brows raise to her hairline, looking between you and Samira, and then briefly glancing at trauma two. No fucking way.

“Um, good- great actually. Just a little grape in there,” You chuckle, gesturing to your abdomen before turning to Dana, digging your keys out of your purse and clipping the key to your apartment off the chain.

“Anyway, um, can you just make sure Jack gets these, please?”

Dana nods, “You sure you don’t wanna try and wait for him?”

You look between her and Samira, a slightly anxious look in your eyes, “Yeah, no. He’s gonna be by later anyway so I’ll just see him then,”

You wince, why the fuck did you say that?

That causes Dana to smirk, “He’ll be over later,”

“Yeah, well I mean, maybe. He’ll have to get his truck back at some point. Probably tonight, but I mean who knows, ya know?”

In the midst of your rambling, you don’t realize Jack has finally wrapped up his case and is standing right behind you.

“What are you going on about?”

You about jump out of your skin, “Oh my god!” Your hand is on your chest as you take a deep breath, dramatically trying to calm yourself down, “You scared me,”

He laughs with a cheeky shrug, mumbling a small sorry as he squeezes your shoulder gently before taking your keys from Dana. He bites back a laugh at the lip gloss attached to your keychain, “You aren’t gonna need that?”

You smile, the anxious feeling finally leaving you, “No, I have a few in my purse.”

Jack briefly catches Dana’s eye as he places his hand on your shoulders and guides you out of the ED, her eyebrows are raised in question, glancing between the two of you. He shakes his head at her and mouths later and continues walking you to where he’s parked, not realizing the storm he’s started up at the nurses station.

“Now, don’t go lifting this desk by yourself or anything like that. It’s not good for you or the baby,”

You glance up at him, “I already places the order for it, they’re just going to put it in the truck when I’m ready and a neighbor said he could get his son and they can bring it up for me,”

He tries not to bristle at the mention of your neighbor that he hasn’t met yet.

“Alright, well I can help you get it put together tonight and make sure your equipment gets all set up.”

His offer makes you smile brightly at him, “Are you sure? I know you’ll be tired after working,”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t offer if I couldn’t do it, honey.”

There’s that name again. You love it when he calls you that, it makes you feel warm inside.

He bites back a smirk as he watches you squirm, already knowing you well enough to know your cheeks feel hot.

“Well, if you insist. I’ll have dinner and beer ready when you get to my place,”

“You sure know the way to a man’s heart, honey.”

“Just yours, anyway,” You don’t give him time to respond, leaving quickly and not even realizing the impact your words just had on him.

When he gets back inside, Dana is giving him a side eye, and try as he might, he just can’t ignore it.

“Just say what you need to say,”

Dana hums, “She’s young,”

Jack sighs, running a hand down his face before scratching at his jaw, “Yeah,”

“She pregnant?”

There’s no judgment in her question, she watches silently as he pulls out his wallet to hand her the photo of your ultrasound.

“Yeah, ten weeks.”

She sighs softly, looking at the baby, “Yours?”

Jack just grunts in response. Not sure what to say or how to say it.

Dana puts a hand on his arm, squeezing softly, “I thought you didn’t want kids?”

He closes his eyes, “I didn’t. This wasn’t exactly planned. But I’m taking responsibility for this, for her,”

“Does she want you to take responsibility for her?” Dana’s question is valid, and Jack knows that.

“I told her I wouldn’t abandon her. And I won’t.”

“You’re a good man, Jack,” She gives his arm one final squeeze before pulling her hand away, “She seems nice,”

He smiles, “Yeah, she is. Real fucking smart too. And funny,”

Dana feels her chest squeeze at how Jack looks when he talks about you, unable to recall if he’s ever been this way before.

They sit in silence for a few moments before glancing up at Robby when he makes his way up, devilish glint in his eyes.

Jack sighs, already knowing what’s coming.

“I didn’t realize your babies mom is in her twenties, Jack,”

“You mad I got more game than you or something?”

Robby laughs, “Is that what we’re calling it?”

[ceoofglytchell]

To Yearn Is But To Know The Ache

Summary: Ever since his childhood, Aegon knows you to be reliable. You are his maid and you have helped him hide his love affairs for as long as he can remember. You are always there, until one day you aren’t anymore.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Maid!Reader

Word count: 5177 words

Warnings: no description for the reader except she’s female, longing, yearning, infidelity, brief abuse from alicent, forbidden love, friends to lovers, soft!miserable!aegon, bittersweet ending, open ending, no mention of Y/N

Notes: This is based on this request. I hope you like it, even though I changed some things about the ending. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy 💛

The first time you helped him hide his love affairs was when he was fifteen.

You, a young maid of the castle, personally dedicated to him because you were his age, came unannounced to his room one morning, believing he was still asleep.

Instead, you found him in bed with a woman considerably older than him. She was naked, and so was he.

You had accidentally dropped the tray containing his wine and breakfast, and the loud sound of a plate breaking on the hard stone floor of the castle had immediately jolted him and the whore awake.

His eyes had widened when he saw you standing in the doorway, so confused and innocent.

"Apologies, I—I did not mean to disturb you," you stammered uncertainly, already stumbling back a step.

"No, stop, wait!" the young prince quickly called after you, while the woman was already getting up, putting on her thin dress, and counting the gold coins the prince had drunkenly pressed into her hand the night before.

You stood there, confused, looking down at the floor with flushed cheeks, as he was still naked and you could see almost everything of him.

"I—" he began, but then stopped again. What could he possibly say in this situation? You saw it.

"She has to get out of here," he finally said pleadingly.

You stood in the doorway for another moment, wiping your clammy hands on your already dirty apron. He did not want to know how much work you had already had to do while he was still lying in bed, sleeping peacefully next to the woman who had taken his virginity the night before. It was the first time he had ever slept with a woman.

The prince's gaze was pleading, and you could not help but quickly rush to the chest where the laundry was kept. You pressed several dirty sheets into the woman's hands before heading straight to His Grace‘s wardrobe.

You pulled out a rather unassuming brown cloak and draped it over the woman's shoulders, concealing the thinness of her dress. The front was concealed by the amount of linen she was carrying.

Aegon admired, wide-eyed, how quickly you acted and how quickly you seemed to know what to do.

It was still clear that this woman did not belong to the castle, but since it was early morning, you simply hoped that the people milling around would not pay any special attention to the two of you.

No one paid any attention to the servants.

"You follow me, keep your head down, and do not say a word, understand?" you asked the strange woman, who was almost two heads taller than you.

She scoffed: "Why should anyone listen to you, little one? It seems to me you only recently started working here if you think this will actually work."

Your gaze lowered again, but Aegon sat up in his bed, the sheets wrapped around his waist so his lower half would be covered.

"And you are a whore I paid to follow me into my chambers. She is in my service. You will listen to her and you will ask no questions," he commanded in a firm voice he hardly recognized himself as using.

The woman bowed slightly. "Of course, my prince."

A small smile played at the corners of your mouth, and you curtsied as well. "Thank you, my prince."

With these words, you finally turned around and hurried out of the chambers with the woman in tow, hoping you would not be approached.

And you were lucky.

No one noticed you smuggling the prince's whore out of his chambers.

They did not notice the second time, nor the third, nor the fourth. The fifth time, you thought you were invisible, because how could it be that no one noticed the two giggling ladies who were still drunkenly following you around before you released them onto one of the secret passageways?

The years passed, and you continued to serve the eldest prince. You brought him breakfast and wine, laid out his clothes, made his bed, and smuggled the women he paid to sleep with him out of the castle.

It made him happy, and you enjoyed his gratitude.

However, something also changed as time passed.

You were no longer just his maid, but also his friend. The only one he had.

You were like the only shining star in a dark night sky. Like the single ray of moonlight that fell through the clouds at night.

He was your prince. The man to whom you were subordinate and to whom you had to show obedience, otherwise you would lose your work. You truly liked him, with all your heart and soul, but you knew you could not allow yourself to dream. You were merely a servant, and if you were gone, he would probably simply replace you.

A knock on the wooden door to your small chamber awoke you, still in bed, startled because for a moment you thought you had accidentally overslept and left your prince waiting.

But to your surprise, it was still the middle of the night.

Sleepily, still wearing only your thin nightgown, your hair loose and messy, you trudged to the door and opened it, only to find Aegon standing before you, a grin on his lips.

"Good morning, my little mouse," he greeted you in a mischievous tone. The one you knew all too well.

You were both grown up by now. He was married with two children, and you were still his favorite handmaiden. His only friend and the only person he trusted wholeheartedly.

"My prince? It is the middle of the night," you said sleepily, even stifling a yawn.

"True, yes. And please, call me Aegon. I have been telling you that for years," he replied with a sigh as he leaned against the doorframe, his amethyst-colored eyes looking you up and down.

He so rarely saw you without your uniform. He thought you were much prettier without it.

"And I keep telling you that I cannot."

A theatrical sigh escaped him and he hung his head. Why did you have to be so stubborn?

"Why not? We are alone right now, are we not?" he asked you, shaking his head, which made his already uncombed strands of hair even more tangled.

"That is true, but someone could come by at any time, and if they hear me call you by name, I risk losing my job," you explained seriously, folding your arms across your chest.

"But no one is coming right now!" the prince argued.

Now you were the one who sighed. "Why are you here, Aegon?"

When he heard his name roll off your tongue, he immediately looked back up at you, his eyes shining as if you had just breathed new life into them.

"I came because I wanted to ask you, my dear, if you would accompany me to the city?"

You looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

"Are you mad?" you asked him, your eyes widening, your fingers tightening on the handle of your door. You could slam the door in his face at any time, because you knew he would not report it. He needed you so you could hide all his affairs.

But you did not know that he did not need you just for that. He needed you like a flower needs the sun.

"Possibly," he replied with a chuckle. "So, what is your answer?"

"No!" you said immediately, perhaps a little louder than necessary.

"Shhh, little mouse, not so loud," he quickly countered, placing a hand over your mouth, which you quickly removed.

"Do not call me that," you said quickly, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks.

"What? You mean mouse? But that is what you are. My quiet little mouse," he replied instead, a smile forming on his lips and a playful gleam in his eyes.

"You are awful," you said instead, which made him chuckle in turn.

"So is that a yes or a no?" he asked again, leaning a little closer, causing your breathing to quicken.

"A no," you answered, and he nodded.

He had known you would not come with him. You would not make it that easy.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Oh, you hated that grin.

"Go away, you fool," you giggled, closing the door with rosy cheeks.

The prince sighed, turned, and disappeared into the entrance to the secret passages known to few in the castle.

He hoped he would be able to show them to you thoroughly one day.

The next time Prince Aegon knocked on your door in the middle of the night, it was neither quiet nor discreet. It was panicked and loud, and you jumped out of bed the moment you heard it.

You rushed to the door, your nightgown wrinkled and not quite right in places, and your hair a disaster, and opened it, and what you saw broke your heart.

Aegon stood at your door, tears streaming down his porcelain cheeks like waterfalls and a fear in his eyes that made you tremble.

"My prince?" you asked cautiously, and just as you were about to lean toward him and place a gentle hand on his arm, he practically threw himself into your arms.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist as if you were the only thing keeping him alive.

You were overwhelmed. What was happening?

"Please, please, I do not want to—I cannot—" he cried desperately.

Your hands wandered into your hair and you tried to calm him by running your fingers through his mane.

"What do you not want, my prince?" you asked him in a gentle voice, even though you were more confused than ever.

"I do not want to be king, please, please—I cannot," he sobbed, his whole body shaking.

His crying grew louder, and you took slow steps backward, pulling him with you, until you were finally able to close the door and you stood alone with him in your dark, small room.

He had only been in here once or twice before, but he would stay here forever if it meant he would not have to wear the crown.

"What happened?"

He did not answer, just shook his head and watered your thin nightgown with his desperate tears. Meanwhile, he held on tight. The warmth of your body mingled with his and your scent filled his nostrils.

You were so warm and soft and all he wanted was to lose himself in you.

"Aegon?" you begged as you began to stroke his back tenderly, choosing to call him by his name this time.

Another sob escaped him before he finally managed to take a deep breath: "My father is dead."

Your eyes widened and his shoulders tensed, your hands no longer roaming his back.

You were holding the soon-to-be King of the Seven Kingdoms in your arms. You. A simple servant.

Since the moment the queen chose you as his maid, since the moment you first helped him hide his love affairs, you were his friend.

A good friend. Probably his only one.

And, by the gods, he needed you. When you were not there to brighten his days, he did not know what to do.

"They will crown me king, but I... I do not want that," he whimpered through tears that still wet his cheeks and made his face shine in the soft moonlight.

You nodded understandingly, because you have had this conversation before. The last time a few weeks ago, the first time three years ago.

"I want to be free, I want to live my life," he finally said, leaning back slowly so he could look into your eyes.

Your beautiful eyes, in which he could lose himself day after day and which he dreamed of at night. Over and over again, as if he were cursed.

But even if you were a witch, he would still run after you. Even if you had him under a curse, he would still come back to you again and again.

"Why are you here?" you asked him gently, tilting your head. You probably understood him better than anyone else, but you did not know why he had come to you tonight.

Deep down, you probably did know, but you did not want to admit it.

"I need help. I want to get away from here. I want to live a different life somewhere, a better one, and I wanted to ask you for help."

You shook your head, but he was not finished.

"Help me escape, darling."

"No, I—" you immediately tried to contradict him, but he was once again faster than you.

"Please, I beg you. I need to get out of here. This life… it is killing me."

"But your family?" you asked him cautiously. He would miss his mother, his brother, and his sister-wife, not to mention his little twins, whom you thought were so adorable.

Sometimes, when he was playing alone with them, he would ask you to come over. He was always happy with them, and you had never seen him smile so radiantly as the time little Jaehaerys wanted to be held by you.

"Mother will be furious, Aemond probably even happy, and Helaena... she will be better off without me. She deserves rest," he explained, a small, rueful smile creeping onto his lips. It held no humor at all.

"And your children?" you asked him, tenderly taking his hand in yours.

A year ago, you would never have taken his hand just like that, but, like everything in the world, it developed slowly.

Like the sun slowly rising over a hill. Only yours had not risen yet, but was just peeking over the hill.

"I love them. They are everything to me, but my sister is a wonderful mother. She can handle it," he said with a nod, and it almost seemed as if he would want to convince himself.

"Aegon—" you tried again, but he interrupted you again.

"Please," he begged. "I am desperate. I am afraid."

Another single tear rolled down his cheek, and in that moment you knew you would do anything he said.

Not because you had to, because he was your prince, but because you wanted to.

Because he was your friend.

You let go of him and hurried to your wardrobe. You pulled out two cloaks. A brown one for you so you could accompany him to one of the exits, and a light blue one for him so he could hide his silver hair under a hood out there.

He took it and wrapped it around his shoulders, buttoning up the cloak, and pulled the hood over his head while you did the same.

Silver strands of hair stood out, and a gentle smile spread across your lips.

You walked over to him and carefully tucked the strands into his hood, so that it would not be obvious that he was a Targaryen at first glance.

He smiled, and you smiled back.

And for a moment, Aegon's world made sense again.

"Come with me," the prince suggested as you stood together before one of the many entrances to the secret passages.

He held out a hand, one foot in the doorway and the other in the hallway where you still stood, your cloak wrapped tightly around your narrow shoulders. The expression on his handsome face was hopeful, and his eyes shone.

"I do not think that is possible," you sighed, clasping your hands together.

"Why?" he asked, always persistent.

"I work here. This is my life," you said, because that was what you truly believed. You did not consider that he could give you a new life. One by his side.

A shadow fell over his face, but still he nodded and took another step into the dark corridor.

"Good luck, Aegon," you said in a tender, loving voice.

"Good luck, little mouse," he replied, and you closed the door.

Aegon straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath before turning and running.

He did not hear one of the guards suddenly grab your arm, how you argued, how you pleaded.

He ran and you cried.

They found him drunk under the altar of the Mother in the Great Sept.

The White Worm had promised to hide him, but instead, Arryk and Erryk found him, followed by Ser Criston and Aemond.

He begged Aemond to let him go, to let him find a ship so he could sail away, but instead, they dragged him back to the castle against his will.

His mother had been disappointed; she hit him, told him he should eat something, and that a servant would be here shortly to help him wash and dress for his coronation ceremony.

The door to his chambers opened, and he did not even turn around. He was used to this. He knew you would probably come now, put a hand on his shoulder, and tell him everything would be all right.

But none of that happened.

"How would you like your bath, Your Grace?" a strange voice asked him.

He immediately turned to the person, his eyebrows furrowing as he realized you were not there.

Another maid stood at the door. Young, pretty, but she was not you.

No one was like you.

"My maid. Where is she?" he asked in the most authoritative tone he could muster.

The servant shook her head and looked down at the floor. "She is gone, Your Grace."

"Gone?" he asked immediately, standing up so quickly that his chair creaked across the floor and the girl jumped.

"Where is she?" he persisted, clenching his hands into fists.

"In the dungeons, Your Grace," the new servant answered him honestly.

"And what in the Seven Hells is my maid doing in the dungeons?" he asked, his voice becoming increasingly harsh.

"She was seen helping you escape. The queen had her banished to the dungeons as punishment."

Aegon could not believe what his ears were hearing. You, his little mouse, the light of his life, were rotting like a common criminal down there in that dark, cold, rat-infested hole, all because you helped him escape, which, to his dismay, ultimately failed.

"What?" His voice was quiet, full of disbelief, and his breath was coming in short gasps.

You did not deserve this.

You deserved all the happiness in the world, and now you were locked up.

Because of him.

"Your bath?" the girl reminded him, and he nodded, but his mind was far away.

He thought of you and of how disappointed you must be for him. How frightened you must have been right now.

His coronation had been a complete disaster. For the first time in his life, he felt seen and loved by people, and then suddenly a dragon emerged from the ground and almost killed him and his entire family.

He now stood alone and lost in his new chambers—his father's. The stench of the Milk of the Poppy still polluted the air, and the large model of Old Valyria, which his father had spent years building instead of playing with him or his siblings, still stood proudly in the center of the room.

The Conqueror's Crown heavy on his head.

He hated it. He hated everything about it.

But most of all, he hated that he could not help you.

In the carriage, he had asked his mother what her plan was for you. She said that the dungeon was a just punishment for treason against the crown. She had not listened to reason. He had tried so hard.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He was the king. His word was law. He could do whatever he wanted.

Without thinking about anything, he hurried out of his father's chambers and headed toward the dungeons. Ser Arryk shouted something in his direction, but he did not hear.

He simply wanted to see you.

The dungeon was cold, wet, and dark, and your cell was no exception. You huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around your knees, which you held against your chest to give yourself some warmth and comfort.

You had been stripped of your handmaid's clothing, so you sat there in only your thin undergarment, which was now soiled.

You were told that the dungeon was only a temporary punishment and that Lord Larys Strong was still thinking about what to do with you.

Perhaps he would cut out your tongue? Have you whipped? Deny you food and drink so that you would wither like a flower? All of these things were possible, and you believed the man was capable of all of them.

He was frightening.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps in the distance, and you were already worried that your punishment awaited you. It would probably be even harsher than you could have imagined.

You had only wanted to help Aegon, and yet in the end, it had not achieved anything. Yet in the end, he had been crowned.

Your sacrifice had achieved absolutely nothing.

"Darling?" you suddenly heard a worried voice speak, and your eyes immediately widened.

"Aegon..." you whispered in disbelief.

He stood outside your cell, his hands clasped around the iron bars and the crown on his head. He looked beautiful, regal. But also sad.

"This is my fault," he said, shaking his head, causing a few strands of his silver hair to fall across his forehead.

"No," you replied immediately, sitting up slightly so that the light from the torches in the corridor cast shadows across your face. "You could not have known. I did not even know myself until the guards grabbed me."

Aegon let his forehead sink against the iron bars. "You should have come with me."

A soft laugh escaped you and you nodded. "Perhaps I should have, yes."

"We could have escaped together. We would probably be across the Narrow Sea by now. Imagine it. The two of us together in Essos or Yi Ti."

For a moment, you allowed yourself to dream. You imagined you two sailing across the sea together on a ship, reaching the shore of a city, finding a home, and starting a new life.

Together.

You rose from the dirty ground and walked slowly toward your prince—your king. His gaze softened, and you could see that he longed to hold you in his arms.

"What would we have been?" you asked him cautiously, and you too wrapped your hands around the cold bars of your cell. Your little finger almost touched his.

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. "What would you have wanted us to be?"

For a moment, you fought the urge to roll your eyes, but he was still the king. You had to show him respect, even if you were behind bars.

"We would have been friends... and maybe one day more than that," you confessed honestly.

He placed his little finger on yours, and you could feel warmth spreading across your cheeks. Blush. You blushed for him.

"I can imagine. We could have had a drink together one evening in a tavern or maybe a brothel—"

"I would not have gone to a brothel with you," you replied quickly, raising an eyebrow playfully. You knew of his lascivious nature and you would not have stopped him, but you certainly would not have gone to such a place with him.

"Fine, then to a tavern," he sighed. "We would have drunk wine together, and at one point I would have taken your hand. Of course, you would not have been able to resist my charms."

You just shook your head again and continued listening to him detail his fantasy.

"I would have leaned toward you, very slowly."

You had to swallow the lump in your throat as you pictured it in detail: "I would have put a finger on your lips and told you you were an idiot."

He laughed, and you saw that it came from his heart. For the first time since he came to you, his eyes sparkled again, and your heart leaped.

"I would have taken your hand and pressed a kiss to your fingers and told you you were the most annoying, beautiful woman in the world."

You leaned your head next to his and could feel your heart shattering into a thousand pieces. If only you had come with him. If only you had fled together.

"I am so sorry, Aegon," you said softly, but you meant it.

"Do not apologize to me, sweetling. Apparently this life was not meant for us," he said, turning so he could press a gentle kiss to your temple. He had never kissed you before, and he could only dream of what your lips would feel like.

"Aegon, I—"

Before you could utter the words that had been burning in your soul for years, a sudden clearing of the throat sounded not far from the two of you.

The king turned and stood across from Lord Larys Strong, the lord of Harrenhal. The man leaned on his crutch and regarded you with a knowing gaze. A shiver ran down your spine, and Aegon was not sure how to speak to him.

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but I came to speak with the prisoner," Larys said calmly.

Aegon had to bite back a scathing comment that would have insulted the man: "And I came to restore her to her previous role as a handmaiden."

Larys stepped closer to you, the echo of his heavy foot on the dungeon floor making it hard for you to breathe. "My king, she committed treason by helping you escape in the night."

"But I am back. I am the king. I decide the fate of my prisoners," he replied to the older man, who smiled in a way that made him instinctively stand up straighter.

"Just imagine the image this decision would paint. It could give villains the courage to break into the castle without fear of punishment. Servants might reconsider their loyalties. Do you really want to be seen as weak?" Lord Larys asked him in the same calm voice as before.

"No, certainly not," said the king. He needed you around him and he could not bear to see you in this cell, but perhaps the castle was no longer a place for you.

Perhaps you finally deserved better than this.

He looked into your eyes—into those beautiful, pure eyes—and he knew he had made a decision, even if you would not ike it.

"Can you be discreet?"

"Very discreet, Your Grace."

"Take her away from here. As far as possible, so she will be safe. She will live in a house, be treated like a lady. She will want for nothing," he said firmly.

Your eyes widened and you grabbed his hand. You could not believe it. You did not want to leave. All you wanted was to stay with him and continue to be his servant.

"No, please—"

"I will have her taken to Essos. I know a place. She will be fine there," Strong assured his king with a nod.

The cell keys jingled loudly as he pulled them from his cloak. You watched as he opened the cell door and placed a hand on your arm. You obeyed without a word and stepped out of the cell.

The cell door slammed shut behind you, and without wasting a second, Aegon wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest.

"I will leave you alone for a moment," the lord said, hobbling a few steps toward the dungeon exit where he would be waiting for you.

Your king's face was buried in your hair, and he held you so tightly it almost hurt. Your arms were also wrapped around him, and all he could think about was that he could not let you go.

You were one of the only things keeping him alive.

"You cannot go. You cannot," he murmured into your curls.

The mere thought that you would not be there to shoo him out of bed in the morning, to choose the right clothes for him, spending hours looking for him and talking to him about everything and nothing was frightening.

He did not want to imagine it.

"He is right, you know? I do not want people to see you as weak. You will be a good king, even without my services," you whispered gently.

You did not want to leave him either. Especially not now, but Lord Strong was right. It might be a way to shed real light on him if he reinstated you as his servant. After all, you committed treason against the crown when you helped him escape.

"I do not know how I am going to manage this."

A smile formed on your lips and you stroked his back. "You have an experienced council that will support you. You just have to lean into them."

The young king shook his head: "I do not know how to act."

"You just did it. You took action, and your decision is good. It is the right one," you answered him calmly and as gently as you could.

He hugged you even tighter. "But it does not feel right."

You leaned back and looked into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek. His skin was warm and soft, and you wished you had had the courage to talk to him before.

"I love you," you finally said, your words honest and long overdue. You loved him when you were just a young girl and he was still the prince who woke up drunk and in bed with a new woman every day.

You saw the exact moment his eyes filled with tears and he realized he should have dragged you along against your will so you could now be together forever.

"Seven Hells, I love you too. I love you more than anything," he said, leaning his forehead against yours.

Even though you were dirty, cold, and would rather be anywhere but the dungeon, you were happy in his arms.

He leaned down to press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, but you placed a finger on his lips.

"Kiss me when we meet again," you whispered, and he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your fingertips instead.

This was not a tavern, and you had not had anything to drink, but the moment was the same one you had talked about.

"I promise you, little mouse."

He watched you leave, and he could practically hear his heart breaking and feel his smile fade.

You had never been happier than you were in Essos, on a small estate as the lady of the house.

And Aegon?

He promised himself that one day he would see you again, so he could finally steal the kiss you had promised him.

Even if he was half-burned and full of shame.

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Teen Dad Marvel

There’s some very big leaps and logic the JL has decided at Marvel is a teen dad. Billy doesn’t even know how it happened. Let’s take a look at some pass incidents that have made them think this.

To start us off, the very first incident of this occurred when Batman, Superman, and Marvel were debating how old a kid should be before they become a sidekick.

Marvel: “I wasn’t even 12 when Junior came along.”

Supes: “I’m sorry, not even 12?”

Marvel: “Nope. And then it was about… two years or so later that he got his powers and we went on the fight crime together.

To Billy, that meant that he met Freddy when he was around eight and the other boy was nine. It when Billy was nine himself that he got his powers and then a year later, Freddy gained his.

To Superman and Batman, that sounded like somehow, in some way, Marvel had a kid at a max of 12 years old. It also sounds like that two-year-old got powers before it could probably even walk.

Batman and Supes: *sharing looks*

Supes: “I… I’m sorry?”

Marvel: “For what?”

Batman and Supes: *share another look*

Batman: “Nothing, Captain. We just hadn’t expected that you’d gone through something like that.”

Marvel: “Something like what?”

They didn’t answer Billy’s question because they assumed he was playing dumb.

The second incident that convinced the JL, or just Batman and Superman, of this, happened when both Marvel and Junior were at the Watchtower. It seemed like that day was a bad day for Junior’s leg, so Marvel offered to massage it. That how they ended up in the rec room watching Cartoon Network a little too intently as Marvel absentmindedly, massaged the leg draped across his lap.

Marvel and Junior: *watching Gumball or something and sipping juice boxes*

Junior: “How do you do that so well?”

Marvel: “Freddy, I’ve been doing this since I was like nine, obviously I’m gonna do it well.”

Junior: “Yeah, but how did you learn?”

Marvel: “You know that kooky doctor on 48th Street?”

Junior: “The one that’s not evil and turned like half his patients blue?”

Marvel: “Yeah, him, so on one of your really bad days, I got really desperate and really wanted to find a way to make it less bad. So I went to him and he gave me a masseuse book for a penny.”

Junior: “Oh… Cool. Do you still have that book?”

Marvel: “Yeah? It’s probably somewhere at the Rock.”

Supes; *listening from around a corner, clenching his heart because he finds them wholesome*

And it really was from Clark’s point of view. See, most of the JL assumed that Junior was born with a bad leg. After all, he’s supposed to be a demigod, isn’t he? He’s pretty much indestructible so they didn’t think he’d gotten that injury from someone or something. In Clark’s mind, he’s imagining a nine-year-old, itty-bitty Marvel with a baby Freddy massaging Freddy’s little baby leg because he was crying.

Also, Junior’s real name is Freddy? Also, Marvel was NINE when he had him??? Wait, but then how old is Marvel now? Also how old is Junior??

Supes never got an answer to these questions because he was too chicken to bring up the topic.

The third incident came from Mary and Marvel who were also at the Watchtower when this happened. The two were baking cookies together, one of the usual father-daughter activities the JL have seen them do. Specifically, they were making dark chocolate bat-shaped cookies for Batman, on the request of Robin. When Bruce found out about this, he went to go tell them to stop because he really didn’t need the cookies even if they were absolutely delicious.

That’s how he overheard their conversation.

Mary: “Do you remember mom?”

Marvel: “Uh…” *thinking* “Nope, I got nothing.”

Mary: “How?”

Marvel: “Because the last time I saw them, I was eight years old, Mary? You were too.” *whisking something in a bowl*

Bruce took that as Marvel leaving home, at a concerningly young age, for whatever reason and eventually taking Mary to see her grandparents when she was around the age he left. Either that, or he left, and took her back to visit her grandparents when she was two-years-old.

Mary: “Yeah, but I had amnesia. What’s your excuse?”

Marvel: “I was eight?” *hands her the whisk so she can lick it*

It was this incident, and the two others that shaped this idea of teen dad Marvel. Thus, using the combined brain cells of both Batman and Superman, the two came to a conclusion: for some reason, Marvel left home, during the time he left he somehow got someone pregnant and that resulted in Mary and Junior.

Either that, or he just found them on the side of the road, though, the first theory is more believable. The only problem being their ages.

If only they could find their mother… maybe she’d be willing to spill.

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Everything was okay in Jeongin’s life. He was dating someone new, had satisfactory career, time-off to see his friends and family (even with his idol schedule), amongst other things. Jeongin was perfectly content with it. That is, until the incident. Or so he called it that. The particular incident that changed how he viewed relationships. The incident that fragmented his love life. The incident that made him see you in an entirely different light.

The life of an idol was chaotic, complicated and controversial. Jeongin had learned to manage it at a very young age, which added to the controversy of it all. He didn’t struggle with his work-life balance anymore, unless it was a special occasion, usually for comebacks or fan-meets. He even thought about getting a dog at some point, but Minho wouldn’t like it. You and your cat spent a lot of time at the dorm and she “strongly dislikes” dogs; he got used to your cat soon enough, anyways. He enjoyed spending his time with her and it made him closer to you; in a platonic way, his intentions weren’t always questionable. He believed that the incident changed him. 

Jeongin arrived home later than usual that night. He spent all day recording and took the girl he was seeing (he still hadn’t asked her to be his girlfriend officially. Formalities were something that he valued a lot in relationships, and he didn’t quite feel they were ready to take that step yet) out to the movies. He was exhausted that night, but he would be free the next day and he wanted to spend his day off lazing around the dorm. He placed his things down on the couch, not caring about annoying his hyungs. 

The dorm was dark, too dark for a normal night. He walked over to his room and noticed that all the doors leading up to it were open. Everyone made a habit of keeping their doors open while they slept, unless you slept over. He, then, found your cat sleeping peacefully in his bed. But Minho’s door was open? He swore that it was. You must have had something early the next day and left Minho to care for her, you rarely did that, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

Jeongin figured that he should go to Minho’s room and get her food and water bowls if she was staying there for the night. His feet took him past Felix’s room, and then Seungmin’s and he stopped at Minho’s door. Eyes widened and jaw dropped almost to the floor. He couldn’t look away, not when it concerned you. 

The room’s lights were dim and a deep blue color. You were there. On the bed. On top of Minho. You were riding Minho in reverse cowgirl position. Jeongin had a perfect view of your body. Minho was sitting against his bed’s headboard; your head was back against Minho’s chest and your and Minho’s eyes were closed shut. Jeongin noticed your face next, one of Minho’s hands was covering your mouth to suppress the noises you were making. Yet he could still faintly hear your muffled moans. 

You were topless, Minho’s other hand grabbed at one of your breasts whilst yours handled the other, you rolled your pebbled nipple between your fingers. Your movements were rough, and Minho was out of breath. He looked further down, your dark skirt covered Minho’s crotch, your other hand was grabbing at his thigh for support. Jeongin almost gasped. He felt blood rushing to his crotch, making his jeans tighten and looked down at himself. Am I really that sick? He pondered for a second, until he heard a gasp.

“M-min, I think someone’s there!” You announced with a moan. Jeongin had never ran so fast in his life. He knew Minho would go after him as soon as you got off him. He reached his room just in time to go unnoticed. He leaped unto the bed, not even noticing that your cat wasn’t there anymore and pretended to be asleep. Minho’s footsteps outside were evident. Jeongin was sure that he was checking the other rooms first as his was the furthest from Minho’s. He felt Minho’s eyes burning through him and he prayed to anyone who would listen that Minho didn’t notice that he wasn’t actually sleeping, that he was still fully dressed.

“Min, I think it might’ve just been Meadow. I found her next to your bathroom.” You whispered. Meadow squirmed in your arms and landed on the floor, entering his room again. “The boys are clearly sleeping. Let’s give it a rest. They probably haven’t even noticed that I’m here, their doors are still open.” He felt someone slowly close the door as if to not wake him up. 

Jeongin barely slept that night for many reasons. Visions of you plagued his mind like nothing else ever had. He couldn’t get over your face, your hands, the way your hair fell over your shoulders, your breasts. He knew you were pretty; he had always thought so. He also knew that your friendship with Minho was a little strange.

You were always over at the dorm. At first, they asked Minho if you were dating, and he always denied it. So, they just assumed that you were anyways, and that Minho didn’t want to admit that he was vulnerable enough to be in a relationship. It became an unspoken rule amongst them, nobody had developed any compromising feelings for you because you were with Minho. You stayed over a lot, too and always slept in Minho’s room. Initially, he pretended to sleep on the couch and leave his room to you but after a while, he just didn’t bother anymore. If Minho’s door was closed, they knew that you were there.

None of them minded having you over. On the contrary, they missed your presence when Minho decided to spend the weekend at yours instead or on particularly busy schedules when you couldn’t visit. You won them over quickly, being effortlessly funny and charming. You would tell them jokes and ask them about their interests. You had deep conversations about parallel universes and aliens with him. You asked him about his other friends and video games and fashion. You gave him dating advice, and always ended it with “but what do I know anyways? I haven’t been on a real date in ages”. He always laughed at that because for him, you had been on dates with Minho for two years. Unquestioned. 

Nonetheless, now that he confirmed that you and Minho were, at least, somewhat together, something more than friends; his mind kept going back to you. You, talking to him late at night, you cuddled up to Felix and/or Jisung when they hosted movie nights, you crying whilst watching sad videos on YouTube or TikTok, you that day when you rescued Meadow as a kitten, you laughing at his jokes, you…riding… Minho.

Jeongin thought about touching himself that night but decided against it despite his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He wouldn’t want anyone to jerk off thinking about the girl he was seeing. He felt guilty about the fact that he had recently started dating her, too. Why was he thinking about another person, about you like this? Would this affect his relationship with her? Would this affect his relationship with Minho? Would this affect his relationship with you? Howwould this affect his relationship with you? 

Maybe it’ll die down by tomorrow, was how he convinced himself to fall asleep just before sunrise. He slept for more than half of the afternoon. But at one point, he couldn’t ignore the laughs coming from the living room. His door had been opened, the things he dropped off in the living room were sitting on his floor and Meadow was standing atop his dresser.

“Good morning, Meadow.” He yawned. He didn’t even think about the night before at first. But as he left his room, you were standing just outside, and his eyes widened. 

“Oh- Hi Innie,” you said with a smile, scrunching up your nose. “How are you feeling?” But you didn’t even wait until he answered, “sorry, I just came to get Meadow. Y’know, she gets fussy when she hasn’t had her lunch.” 

As soon as Meadow saw you, she jumped down to the floor. Jeongin knew you were still talking but he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. Not when his eyes were fixated on you, bending down to pick Meadow up from the floor, inside his room.

“So, Innie, are you okay? You look flushed. Do you feel sick?” You asked again and you held your hand up to his forehead, he dodged you. 

“Um, no. I mean, yeah. I-I’m good, noona. T-thanks.” He avoided your eyes as he spoke, mostly because he felt his cock starting to harden at having you close like that, almost touching him. He was ever so thankful for wearing an oversized shirt that covered his crotch. You nodded and made your way back to Minho’s room. You walked with elegant strides and swaying of hips, not matching the fact that you were deep in conversation with Meadow as she squirmed in your arms as usual.

Jeongin spent an hour in the bath, because he felt dirty but also because he was trying to get you out of his head. He refused to touch himself at the thought of you and Minho. He just couldn’t do it. If you were to find out, you’d feel so disrespected, and he could never to that to you. Not when you had been nothing but nice to him. 

Besides, he didn’t feel particularly attracted to Minho either. He always thought you’d be a better match for Hyunjin than Minho. Once he guilted himself into suppressing his erection, he dried off and joined Felix and Seungmin in the kitchen. Minho had cooked chicken breast and rice, Jeongin felt like that was everything they ate now but he didn’t complain because it was your favorite. The loud thud of a door made them turn their heads towards Minho’s room.

“This can’t be fucking happening.” You muttered. “See you later, guys.” You grabbed your coat, Minho walked close behind you, without another word, you both left the dorm. They looked at each other refrained from saying anything.

Jeongin returned to his room after eating. He didn’t quite feel like socializing that afternoon. Instead, he spent hours playing video games in silence with Beomgyu and Heesung and cuddling Meadow, who was still there. That was the second indicator that something complicated had happened. Night fell and neither you or Minho had returned or texted. Were you two fighting? Did you figure out that it was him watching you the night before? All kinds of thoughts rushed through his head. He closed his door; in case you returned.

The next day, Minho sent a text to their dorm group chat asking someone to feed Meadow for him. Felix had already fed her. They had dance practice that day, so Jeongin knew that he’d see Minho eventually because nobody could pry Minho away from dancing.

“What do you think happened?” Felix was the first to bring it up on their ride over to work. Jeongin just shrugged to mask his nervousness.

“At first, I assumed she was pissed at him, you know how Minho gets when he’s in one of his moods. But he didn’t come home, so I don’t know.” Seungmin answered. 

“Should I ask him? Or her? If she comes in for work today.” Felix asked. Jeongin almost forgot that you worked at the company. With you being a producer and songwriter, mainly for Xdinary Heroes and Day6, he didn’t see you much at work; unless you were hunting down Jooyeon who often sought hiding with Chan or when you helped Jisung with lyrics or with recording demos. 

You were never around, Jeongin sometimes caught glimpses of you getting coffee and fruity pastries at the cafeteria. On an average day, Minho or Changbin grabbed them for you. On the rare occasion, Minho would ask Jeongin to get yours too. 

“Minho won’t say anything if it’s personal anyways.” Seungmin added. “She probably won’t either.” Jeongin just shrugged again. What if something happened to you? You would never leave Meadow alone without notice if it wasn’t serious.

When they arrived at the building, Jeongin and Seungmin ordered their morning iced americano at the cafeteria and made their way to the practice room. Jeongin’s gaze instantly fell on Minho, who was dancing. His moves were heavy, and anyone could feel the emotion he was conveying. Minho didn’t talk much, he preferred to show, and dancing was his favorite form of expression. Whatever happened must’ve been hard for you and him, too.

Jeongin looked around the room to notice that Hyunjin, Jisung and Changbin were there already. He took a seat on the couch and took out his phone, he saw that Jiah, the girl he was dating, had texted him. She wasn’t an idol; he tried to date an idol before, but getting around scheduling conflicts was too hard to maintain a relationship. And he didn’t believe in dating without an endgame.

 He wanted to have a relationship with genuine feelings and a real connection; something that hadn’t happen often in his life. He met Jiah through Heesung; she was beautiful, intelligent, hardworking, sweet. When he described his “type”, if that even existed, she had a lot of attributes that fit that idealized imagery. Nonetheless, even if she was almost perfect for him, he didn’t feel such a strong connection with her. They had only been dating for a short few months and he really wanted to give the relationship time to blossom. He was aware that he wasn’t the easiest person to bond with or to get to open up or be vulnerable with, but he was willing to try.

“Minho hyung,” Felix interrupted his thoughts as he entered the room, “What happened to Y/N? Is she okay?” Jeongin face-palmed himself at Felix’s lack of discretion.

“Wait, something happened to Y/N?” Jisung asked, gathering up next to Minho.

“Leave it.” Minho answered as he kept dancing. Felix and Jisung just stared at him, Hyunjin and Changbin joining them. Jeongin and Seungmin remained on the couch, now looking over at the group. They stared blankly at him. Minho sighed. “Fine. But if you annoy her, I’ll kill all of you. So, Y/N’s apartment flooded because her stupid upstairs neighbor left his stupid water running for the whole weekend. And it ruined some wires or something. Now she has no electricity and probably won’t have for about a week or two because people are inept, and they have to work on some renovations.”

“Fuck, how is that even possible?” Felix said. “Does she have somewhere to stay?” Minho shrugged. They were aware that your family lived far away from you, and you didn’t have many friends outside of work either. 

“We stayed there cleaning everything that got wet. She said that she’d ask JYP if he had an extra room or apartment or something somewhere.”

“She already almost lives at the dorm, why doesn’t she stay with us?” Seungmin deadpanned. Everyone looked back at him. Minho glared.

“She said she didn’t want to bother you and I respect her.” Minho sighed again.

“I don’t mind her staying there.” Jeongin spoke up before thinking.

“Yeah, of course, we love her.” Felix agreed. “And, Seungmin even suggested it so, we’re good.”

“I kind of told her last night. But she wouldn’t have it.” Minho sighed once more.

“If she feels uncomfortable at yours, Y/N-nnie could stay at ours. But she can’t bring the cat.” Changbin added. Minho glared at him. Aside from Minho, you were closest to Changbin; but you rarely visited his dorm because you didn’t like leaving Meadow alone for too long.

“Okay, so she’ll stay at ours. We’ll negotiate with her at lunch time.” Felix concluded, happily clapping his hands while looking at Seungmin and Jeongin. They nodded while standing up. Jeongin knew that this wasn’t the best way to work with the situation, but he didn’t have a better idea, so he agreed. Minho rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop them. A very sleep deprived Chan arrived at that moment.

“Why is everyone so tense?” Chan asked. And as synchronized as possible, they rolled their eyes. “Okay, let’s start.”

Dance practice felt eternal to Jeongin, he assumed Minho was just as irritated. He took every opportunity to judge everyone’s performance as harshly as he could. While, Jeongin was having a hard time concentrating and kept making mistakes. He was worried about your well-being above all. He, of course, had no opposition about you staying at the dorm. He’d do that for any of his friends. But he was also scared about what that would bring out in him. When you were over, Minho was always there. You staying over full-time was different even if it’s for a week, meant that Minho wouldn’t always be there too, leaving an opening for Jeongin to be alone with you. What if something happens? He wished something would, but he’d never admit to it. You have a partner, and she has a partner, get a grip, he kept thinking. 

“Enough!” Changbin spat. “We’ll call it a day and work double tomorrow, okay?” Everyone nodded, exhausted at the intensity of Minho and the practice alike. Minho scoffed and kept dancing. Jeongin knew Minho well. Therefore, he also knew that Minho was just afraid of how you’d react. You didn’t like people seeing you in vulnerable positions such as this one.

“Okay, we’ll go find her and then what?” Jisung asked, whilst drying his sweat off with a towel. They walked towards the hallway, leaving Chan with Minho back at the practice room. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Changbin answered. Jeongin questioned whether that was a good idea or not. He knew you were close to Changbin, probably closer to him than anyone there. But Changbin wasn’t exactly the most tactful person in the group.

“I think she’d like it better if I asked her.” Hyunjin argued. Yeah, that would probably be better. You and Hyunjin were close too as you shared art, film, and photography as interests, your music tastes were similar too. Jeongin shuddered as he came to the realization that you, in personality, resembled Hyunjin most out of all of them.

“I think it should be one of us,” Seungmin pointed to himself and Jeongin and Felix, “you know, considering she’ll be staying at our dorm.”

“Okay. You three go. And then, we’ll meet at our studio when you finish.” Changbin said. “You got this! Hwaiting!” He raised a fist and jogged off to the stairs. Jisung and Hyunjin followed suit, in defiance. 

They didn’t seem to find you at first. Jeongin knew you had a habit of working yourself too hard, especially when stressed. 

“She’s probably at the studio.” Seungmin suggested. “We could go over there…”

“Minho hyung was busy so I’ll think I’ll get noona her coffee, then.” Jeongin volunteered. “And a donut or something, I don't know.”

“Okay. Meet us there?” Felix asked. Jeongin nodded. He didn’t know your order by heart yet but he did have it written down on his notes app. He waited in line at the small coffee shop at the cafeteria. He felt a light touch to his shoulder.

“Hi, Innie.” you greeted. “I hope Meadow didn’t give you too much trouble last night.” He waited a second to turn around. He didn’t feel ready to see your face again. But he did, and you looked as stunning as ever to him. Your face was carefully made up. You were wearing eyeliner and mascara but underneath he could tell that your eyes were still just a little swollen from crying. You had your glasses on, something you didn’t usually wear. You wore a casual outfit, nothing too fancy, a white button-down, blue trousers and loafers. Your tattoos were slightly visible as you had your sleeves rolled up. As soon as you noticed, you rolled them down. He knew that you were still conscious about showing your tattoos in the workplace.

“H-hi, noona.” He smiled at you. “She doesn’t really care to be nice, does she?” 

“I guess not, huh?” You chuckled. Jeongin’s heart fluttered at that. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda flushed yesterday. And today, too. Is JYP working you too hard? I’ll talk to him.” You raised your fists as if you were punching someone. He snickered at that.

“I’m good, noona. I promise.” He answered, evading the comment about him being flushed. “We were actually looking for you.” You rolled your eyes at that.

“Oh no. Minho freaking told you, didn’t he?” You started, “I swear, he just doesn’t let me suffer in peace. I don’t want you to worry. Plus, I spoke to Jeongyeon and she told me she’d get me a room at hers since Nayeon is visiting her family this week.” 

“Noona, respectfully, I don’t think Felix will take no for an answer. He was very adamant.” 

“What about you? Can’t you be my advocate, then?” You batted your lashes at him jokingly. He looked everywhere except your eyes. 

“Sorry. I won’t take no for an answer either.” He shrugged. “So, which pastry?” You looked over at the display and pointed to a strawberry donut as you turned around to grab a table. Jeongin didn’t catch the way you smiled at that. He texted Felix and Seungmin. 

When his order was ready, he joined you at the table. You were frowning at them jokingly.

“Okay, so everything is settled already.” Felix updated Jeongin. “Changbin hyung is taking Y/N-nnie to her apartment tonight and then, dropping her off at ours.”

“Is Minho really okay with this?” You asked as you took your coffee from Jeongin’s hands, your fingers brushed against his and he froze but quickly gained his composure and pulled his chair out.

“C’mon, the old man jr. would rather die than let you stay anywhere else.” Seungmin answered. “If Minho hyung gets tired of you, we can throw him out.” 

“And you’re okay with throwing Min out for me?” You asked while looking at Jeongin and Felix. Min, that’s how you referred to him that night. You had never used nicknames when talking about Minho before, at least not with them.

“Yeah, of course, noona. It’d be a relief.” Jeongin joked. You chuckled.

“Okay. Color me convinced. I’d love to see you guys ganging up on Minho for me.” 

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“I’m guessing they’ll give you a key or, like, the passcode or something?” Changbin said. “Y/N, you have to ask for a way in!” You shushed him. He was carrying three suitcases full of your clothing and other important items. 

“Okay okay, I’m sure we’ll work something out.” You chuckled. “Thanks, Bin. I owe you one.”

“Please. You owe me more than one.” He scoffed. “I introduced you to Minho, remember?” You did; of course you did. Was it possible to forget seeing Minho’s stupid smirk for the first time? Being absolutely breath-taken by him? His sultry eyes following you as you sat down next to Changbin. Changbin’s arm around your shoulders, your face blushing as you felt Minho’s stare. “The fact that he had the audacity to flirt with you while thinking that we were dating.”

“Hey! He openly asked if you were willing to share me. I think that’s pretty noble of him.” Changbin scoffed at that. You and Changbin met while taking a production class in university. He only admitted this to you once, but he thought you were one of the most genuinely talented people he’d ever met; comparable only to Jisung. That was what he told JYP when he was looking to hire a new producer. 

“Please. I would never date you. You’re too lazy and too morally ambiguous. My jutdwae could never.” Minho opened the door.

“Okay, then. Enough slandering our new guest.” Minho said, as he took your bag off your shoulder. 

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You and Minho met at a company party. Well, the afterparty at the 3RACHA/Hyunjin dorm. Changbin dragged you there, as you had been working at their company for some odd months but still hadn’t met any of his members. Changbin knew you were shy, so he did all the talking for you at first. He held you close to himself, made you drinks and included you in conversations, until Jisung asked him for help. Then, Minho swept you off your feet. You weren’t sure what initially made you attracted to Minho: his face? His body? His confidence? The sheer arrogance which he carried himself with? Minho’s first impression hadn’t exactly been a reflection of the Minho that you had learned to love. He had been cocky and flirty and annoying in your eyes. Your Minho is sweet and funny, caring and a little hot-headed and smart but silly, the same arrogant Minho with so many other layers. He never left your side after that party. 

You remembered exactly when you and Minho crossed the friendship threshold. Once he had cleared up that you and Changbin weren’t dating, he got to know you first. Physically, you were everything that he loved: tall, chubby cheeks, soft curves, and boba eyes. He couldn’t believe that someone as mesmerizing as you existed outside of his imagination, that’s what he told Changbin; and Changbin told you later. He always said that your sense of humor and undeniable charm sealed it for him. 

You were drinking wine at your apartment. Minho had been anticipating this for a while. He looked at you. Then your lips were on his and he woke up in your bed in the morning. And then, you woke up in his the next day. Soon after, Minho asked you to be his girlfriend, but you felt unworthy of it. Minho was such a beautiful human being, and you felt that you weren’t comparable. Your insecurity wouldn’t let you fathom another answer than “I’m sorry”. As a result, you agreed to not see each other for a while. You arrived at his room, sobbing, two days later. You agreed to keep what you had, no labels. You don’t know why you had agreed to that instead. Why had that been easier than saying yes? Was it really less hurtful to him as you thought it would? None of you saw other people without agreeing to first, either. You never actually talked about your relationship status; falling into conformity in each other’s arms most night was enough. 

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Jeongin visibly shuddered when he heard you and Changbin outside the front door. He had been on call with Jiah, listening to her talk about her day. 

“Um, Jiah. I’m sorry to cut you off but I must go. One of my housemates needs my help.”

“Okay, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, right?” Jiah’s voice rang through the phone, but Jeongin was preoccupied with your figure walking down the hall already.

“Yeah. I’ll be there after work.” He answered. “Good night.” And hung up. Meadow was sleeping on his bed, so he knew that you’d be there in no time.

“How is my daughter doing?” He froze upon hearing your voice from his door. Meadow perked up. “I’m sorry for this, Innie.” You sat on the bed. His bed. Meadow jumped on your lap. You laid down. On his bed. Meadow laid down on top of you, cuddling to your face. Jeongin couldn’t get the outline of your breasts out of his head.

“Y/N-ah!” Changbin’s voice rang, followed by a sneeze. “I can’t hang here, or I’ll sneeze my life away. You’re welcome. BYE.”

“Bye, Binnie. Thank you! I love you!” You shouted back. I love you? Jeongin had never heard you tell anyone that, not even Minho or Felix or Hyunjin and especially not him or Seungmin.

“Oh, Fuck you!” Changbin answered with a laugh. “I love you Y/N-ah, I love you too, I.N-ah.” Jeongin scoffed as he heard his name. They heard the front door close.

“She missed you.” Jeongin barely mustered the courage to say that, especially when you were on his bed.

“I missed her too. More, probably.” You answered. “It’s crazy how one day you don’t have a care in the world and the next you have a little interdependent feline friend.” You sat up and Jeongin was staring at you. “Sorry, Innie. I know you don’t like having people in your room.”

“I think Meadow kind of changed that in me.” He said. “I don’t mind having you here, noona. Just as long as you’re not annoying, please. I need my peace.”

“Noted.” You said whilst getting up. “I’ll go unpack now. Goodnight, I.N-ah.” You took Meadow and left the room, and his door remained open that night.

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You kept thinking about that night too; even as you laid down in Minho’s bed, something you were used to by then. You swore that you saw someone at the door, watching you and Minho. So far none of the members were acting differently towards you. It could’ve just been your overly active imagination or Meadow lurking. Minho entered the room with a glass of water for you.

“Here jagi,” he placed the glass in your hand, “for your vitamins and the birth control.”

“Thanks, Min.” You said and searched for your pill organizer on the nightstand. You weren’t too fond of taking birth control, but it was easier than being perpetually anxious about pregnancy scares. 

“Thank you for staying here.” He said as he laid down next to you. “I want you to feel comfortable with us. I’m sorry if I was too intense last night.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I thought about it all day today.” You reassured. “If our roles were reversed, I would’ve annoyed you until you agreed to stay with me. I just didn’t want to bother the kids. But they said they would gang up on you if you said you wanted me out.” Minho chuckled at that.

“Hah! They know they can’t take me.” There was a pause. “Okay, maybe Changbin or Chan hyung, but they don’t live here, do they?” He smirked and pulled you closer to him. “It’s been a tough few days for you. Let’s try to sleep.” You cuddled up to him, and the night fell calmly.

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Jeongin couldn’t sleep again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in his bed. How you would feel pressed up to him. How sex would feel like with you. You, who were equally as passionate as you were talented. Would you be gentle with him? Would you be rough like you were with Minho? Jeongin wasn’t very experienced. He’d only had sex a handful of times before, but when he did, it was never a one-night stand or just a fling. He liked having a deeper connection with someone before getting to that stage, he felt like he had one with you. Maybe that’s what was wrong with his brain; he saw you naked and thought back at your relationship, established that you had a connection and then he wanted to fuck you. He hadn’t even had sex with Jiah yet. Maybe he needed to get that off his chest and he’d stop thinking about you. 

Jeongin sighed and got up, walking to the kitchen. He saw the light on and supposed it was Felix and the repercussions of his habit of playing League of Legends at 3am. He almost jumped when he saw you.

“Hi noona.” He said and yawned, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. He took a glass from the cabinet but dropped it due to his shaking hands. It didn’t break, as it fell unto the carpet. Jeongin thanked God for that. You rushed over to him anyways.

“Are you actually okay, Innie?” You asked. He was always a little nervous around you, he was aware of that, and you were aware of that too. “Sit down. I’m making tea. Maybe that’ll help with whatever you’re going through.” He nodded and did as you told him. He didn’t talk much; you usually broke the ice with him. “So, Minho’s sleep schedule doesn’t align with mine. I think I’ll crash on the couch for the rest of the night. He goes to sleep too early, you know? And wakes up even earlier.”

“Yeah, he tends to do that.” Was all Jeongin could say. 

“I have a terrible sleep schedule, though. So, I guess I’m the problem here.” You kept speaking as you served the two cups of tea. “You want some ice cream or something?” He shook his head. 

“I’m on a diet right now.” He replied.

“I respect that.” You placed his cup on the table before him. He caught a glimpse of your cleavage as you leaned down and he felt his cock twitch. “But this doesn’t really happen every day. Like, what are the odds of you and me, drinking tea at the witching hour on a random Tuesday.” 

“Fine.” He said in defeat. He really was craving something to eat. He knew about your sweet tooth and wished he could be less restrictive to be able to actually enjoy it with you. 

“It’s frozen yogurt anyways… so it’s kind of healthy?” You added, doubtfully. You placed a tub of mango flavored frozen yogurt and two spoons next to his cup of tea. You took the seat beside him instead of your usual seat. “I hope you don’t mind sharing what’s left.”

“It’s fine.” He took a few sips of his tea whilst you checked your phone. You always tried to fill in the gaps of silence with him and he felt the need to do it now. He scanned your face, you looked tired. Your eyes weren’t swollen like earlier; you didn’t have makeup on so he could study your expression lines and the dark circles beneath your eyes. “Are you okay, noona?” 

“Hm?” You look up to him. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about me, Innie. I’m, like, so old and I’ve been through everything.” You were just a little younger than Minho so that made him laugh. He called Minho old, but he never saw you as “old”. “What? You can’t make fun of an auntie! C’mon!” He laughed a bit more. You smiled at that. “In all seriousness, I’m fine. Jeongyeon offered me a place to stay but I’d rather be here with you.” His heart fluttered at that, and he was sure that he blushed, too. You grabbed a spoon and started eating the not-so-frozen yogurt. “Eat too, please. It’ll be normal yogurt by the time you finish your tea.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, noona.”

 And your heart fluttered too.

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Jeongin was able to finish his schedule for the day quicker than anticipated. He was running on caffeine and no sleep, after all. When he returned to his room after his conversation with you the night before, he couldn’t prevent his nonstop blushing or his ultimate feelings of guilt and embarrassment. He still couldn’t comprehend how he went from being nothing but courteous and careful about you to this whole mess of a person he had become. He hadn’t seen Minho or you that day, he was thankful for that. 

Nonetheless, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Were you recording in the room next to theirs? Were you working in your office? He decided to get a coffee for himself and before he consciously consulted his thought process, he had ordered one for you too. He knew that it was unusual for him to buy things for someone if they weren’t specifically asked for. He even considered giving your highly complex coffee order to someone else. His feet carried him to you. He passed by the studio first, but you weren’t there. Then, he walked to your office. He breathed in, trying to decipher an incomprehensible conversation inside, and knocked on your door.

“Yes? Come in!” You half-shouted from the inside. He opened the door and saw you sitting at your desk, with a pen and notebook in hand. Despite having multiple computers or digital instruments to work with, you always leaned to using the rawest form of creation. Hyunjin and Jisung were sitting on the chairs next to you. You didn’t even look up to him. “You see? Once you add this phrase, that whole verse doesn’t make sense. I think it’ll be better to leave it for the bridge and have cohesion overall. But it’s your call.” Then, you looked up to him and immediately smiled. “Oh! Hi, Jeongin. What’s up?” You looked down at his hands next.

“Ah! Um, I know you had trouble sleeping last night and, uh, I got this for you. As a gratitude, for the tea, you know…” He said and mentally face-palmed himself. He walked closer to you and placed the coffee on your desk.

“Ah, Innie. I really appreciate it, but you didn’t have to. Thank you, really.” You smiled as you lifted the cup to your lips. Jeongin gulped as your lips parted. “Oh, actually, are you busy tonight?” He looked at Hyunjin and Jisung’s eyes for the first time then. He couldn’t bear to look at yours; not when he was imagining how your darling lips would look around his cock.

“Oh? Yeah. I’m hanging out with Jiah, you know, the girl I told you about.” He nervously answered.

“AH! That’s even better than what we were going to ask you!” Jisung said as he stood up. He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin as he wrapped his arm around him. “So, are you going to ask her to be your giiiiirrrrllllfriend?” Jisung sang the last word. You and Hyunjin were staring at him curiously now.

“Ah, hyung, why would you-,” he cut himself off, “it’s not like that yet. We’re just getting to know each other…” You stood up and placed a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

“C’mon, Jisung, concentrate. I have other things to do than just give you advice that you won’t take! Let’s just keep going.” You said, lifting your hand off his shoulder. “Thank you so much, Innie. I’d love to have you here any time except for now because Jisung can’t concentrate if there’s more than two people here.” You glared at Jisung as Hyunjin chuckled.

“HEY! I’m more than capable of being serious when...” Jisung started but Jeongin cut him off.

“Oh, yeah. I, sadly, do know Jisung can be like that.” He said and smiled. “Bye, noona. Good luck!”

“HEY! Why are you talking to your hyung like that! Yan-” Jisung started but Jeongin made his exit before he could continue, a satisfied grin on his face due to his annoyance of Jisung. You walked out of the office.

“Hey, Innie! Are you leaving just right now?” You asked as he walked away.

“Yeah. Do you need a lift?” He predicted, you nodded.

“Yeah, I just need 5 minutes with Jisung and Hyune and I’ll be out. I can ask Binnie if you’re in a rush. It’s just that Minho isn’t here today and I-” You replied, he held up one hand to stop you.

“Don’t worry, I can wait.”

“Thank you so much, Innie. You’re really saving me these days.”

Jeongin texted Jiah that he’d arrive a few minutes later than expected. He planned on stopping at the dorm to freshen up, anyways. He pondered how he would handle the situation with Jiah, not being sure that his feelings for her were actually blossoming or not. 

“Jeongin-ah!” Jisung said as he walked out of your office. “Have fun at your date tonight!” He winked at Jeongin, he rolled his eyes at Jisung. You walked out with Hyunjin after Jisung left.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked you in his soft voice. Jeongin perked up when he heard that, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Yeah, count me in. That sounds exciting.” You answered and smiled widely at Hyunjin. 

“Sounds great. I’ll pick you up early, then. We’ll get breakfast if you want.”

“Sure, that sounds nice.” You said, he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. Jeongin stared at you as you hugged him back. Hyunjin tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your head as he pulled away. Jeongin deadpanned. What did Hyunjin think he was doing? You’re Minho’s girlfriend? Minho would surely lash out on him if he saw that. 

“See you, Y/N-nie. Bye bye, Jeonginnie!” Hyunjin said and you waved as he walked away. 

You walked to his car in silence, while texting someone an apparently long message. When you got in, his stomach flipped. You looked so pretty in the passenger seat of his car. He would gladly take you to and from work every day if he could admire the simplicity of your beauty like that: the face-framing pieces of your hair were tucked in, you had taken off your blazer, your makeup had oxidized a bit due to wear. And your smell, you smelled like rosemary, your strawberry mocha and a sweetness he couldn’t decipher.

“Sorry for the wait.” You spoke up as he started the car.

“Aish, don’t worry about that. I agreed to wait, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but it was like 15 minutes instead of 5. I kind of felt guilty for not taking Hyune’s offer tonight.”

“Right, busy day tomorrow?”

“Yeah, we were going to go today, to a photography exhibit not too far from here. But I’m so exhausted. Plus, since Minho’s out all weekend camping and, y’know he invited everyone to catch up with him tomorrow. Camping isn’t really for me, though. I’m more of a homebody. Plus, don’t tell the boys, but I’m also in dire need of some peace and quiet.” You chuckled. He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“You don’t like camping?” 

“I don’t, particularly. I can go, but if someone else volunteers, that’d be better. Do you like it? Are you going to meet up with Minho too?” You chuckled again. He shook his head. It was then that Jeongin tensed up and realized this is the first time that he’s been entirely alone with you in an inescapable place. The drive wasn’t long, approximately 5 minutes left, but he underestimated the effect you were having on him. “Is your day busy tomorrow?” 

“Huh?” he was deep in thought. “Oh, no. I’m going to work out and then rest.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked. “I asked Minho if I could invite Hyune and he said he’d think about it, but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it? Felix and Seungmin already bailed on us to go camping.”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t mind. I actually have this horror film that I really want to watch, and you know Yongbok doesn’t like them.” He replied. Why had he been the last person you asked, though? He knew that you were probably closer to Felix than him, but you definitely weren’t closer to Seungmin, from his perspective.

“Great! It’s settled then.” 

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Jeongin met Jiah at a restaurant near her apartment. He had gotten there a few minutes later than anticipated.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” He said as he sat down. “You look great.” She really did; Jiah always looked great. 

“Thank you so much, Jeongin. You do too.” She replied with a smile.

“Were you able to order ahead?”

“Yes… Food’s supposed to be here soon enough.”

“Thank you so much. I’m kind of starving.” She smiled sympathetically at him which alerted him. 

“Jeongin?” She asked, after a long pause.

“Yeah?”

“I actually invited you here to talk to you about something…” The waiter arrived with the food. When he left, she continued with a sigh. “I wanted to talk about us…” Jeongin swore he felt his heart stop for a moment then. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what we have and myself, too. I-I was recently offered a job opportunity in the United States. It’ll be a great work opportunity for me, but I’d have to be there for at least a year…” She took a breath. “I thought about long distance, we’ve sort of been there before, right? But a year is such a long time. I don’t want to tie you down by forcing you to be with me and not even being in the picture…”

“Hey.” He said gently, “I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m so happy you have this opportunity. Please don’t feel sorry for me. You’ve worked so hard for this opportunity. You love your job so much. So, if you want to take it, please take it… Don’t think about me or anyone else when it comes to this.”

“No, don’t say things like that, I’m going to cry.” She sniffled. Jeongin chuckled at that.

“Oh no. You can’t cry here. They’ll charge us extra if you do.” She chuckled at that. “In all seriousness, though, I’m not getting in the way of your career goals, just like you haven’t gotten in the way with mine. I support you entirely. Plus, you don’t know where we’ll be in a year or two. Perhaps you’ll be in the US, having fun at a local bar with your new work friends because they gave you a promotion. Or maybe we’re back here, catching up about our recent endeavors.”

“Oh, Jeongin-ah.” She said melancholically. “You’re so sweet. Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course.” 

Jeongin dropped Jiah off at her door, looked back and drove away. It was then that it hit him that he, now, didn’t have anyone to go on dates with or to rely on when he was sad or frustrated. Funnily enough, this had been the first night that he felt a more genuine connection with her. His eyes filled with tears for the first time that night. The drive to the dorm was quiet, and he was so deep in thought that not even you crossed his mind.

When he arrived, every door was closed so he sat down on the sofa and pondered about where his feelings have been during the past week, shedding a tear or two in the meantime. He cried for Jiah, and Minho, and you. But as if you were calling to him, he overheard you. At first, it was an accident. 

“Min- I’m sorry to call you all of a sudden while you’re having fun... No, it’s not that, everything’s okay here…” You softly started. “But I’ve been having this question in my brain all day.” There was a pause. “We’re together, right? Am I your girlfriend?” Jeongin knew he shouldn’t be listening to that, but his feet carried him closer to Minho’s door. “It’s just that… I’ve been having these weird feelings lately, um, well, it’s been a while now and… I-I’m not a good girlfriend, Min…” 

Jeongin felt terrible as he heard you sniffle, he wanted to hug you tightly, to kiss your tears away. He also wanted to continue listening but decided that your privacy was more important. So, he walked over to his shared bathroom and ran a bath for himself. And he contemplated the absurdity of it all, how both you and him were having such complicated feelings about your relationships at the same time. Him, having been broken up with, and yours, for whatever reason. He dozed off for a second, for the first time in days, he felt too tired to lie awake. 

He, then, dried himself off and exited the bathroom. He wanted to walk back to Minho’s door, to you, but he decided against it. He didn’t hear any crying either, so he returned to his room. That was the first night since the incident where Jeongin had a decent sleep.

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You were gone when Jeongin woke up. He couldn’t sleep in often due to his frequent morning schedules and he took the opportunity every time he could to do so. It was already past eleven and he still needed to go to the gym. He pondered if he should bother eating breakfast until he walked into the kitchen. 

A yellow sticky note was stuck to the fridge door and in your writing, it read, “Hi Innie. I guess it’s tomorrow by the time you read this. I ordered tteokbokki for two out of habit. There’s one for you inside. -Y/N”. Jeongin furiously blushed at that. He was well aware that when you made a double order you were just thinking about Minho. Still, you gave it to him. You could’ve eaten it later that day, but you decided to give it to him. He scanned the fridge for the bowl and heated it up. He hadn’t craved tteokbokki in a while, but he would never deny it when it came from you.

He ate the mildly spicy beef tteokbokki and kept the sticky note in his pocket. He played Animal Crossing in his room for an hour. He wasn’t used to playing games that weren’t violent, but Felix convinced him to try it out. It did help him relax these days where he’s been on edge. He didn’t feel like going out anymore, the comfort of his bed lured him but had to force himself to do so. He spent an hour working out at the gym, an activity he usually did with Minho. He couldn’t stop thinking about Minho or Jiah, or you and Hyunjin and whatever you were doing. 

After working out, he went to the grocery store and picked up different food options, in hopes of changing their menu for the following week. When he arrived at the dorm, he saw Hyunjin’s car parked in Minho’s spot. He sighed and walked up the stairs to their floor. He opened the door to see you and Hyunjin sitting on the sofa. Hyunjin’s arm was sitting on top of the sofa behind you. Jeongin’s heart beat faster when your and Hyunjin’s eyes shifted to him. He scanned both of you for a second, if you were a couple, you’d be the prettiest couple he’d seen in real life. He knew that Hyunjin was a very explicit romantic and very attentive to detail which paired well with your giving nature. Jeongin noticed some new cat-friendly flowers on a vase in a bookshelf that Meadow never jumped on. He also noticed that you had a new Versace scarf wrapped around one of the handles of your purse. He felt a cold sweat. Could Hyunjin be any sleazier? Taking you on a date while Minho was away, buying you gifts, putting his arm around you. Who does he think he is? 

“Jeongin-ah!” Hyunjin exclaimed as he stood up to wrap an arm around him. But, Jeongin couldn’t play along, not when he was so explicitly flirting with you, something none of them dared to do, or did they? Hyunjin dragged him to sit on the sofa between you two, his clothed thigh brushing against your bare one. “How did your date go yesterday?” Jeongin wasn’t expecting that question.

“Uh, yeah, not great.” He answered while slightly blushing.

“Wait, what happened?” You asked with a concerned expression, putting your hand on his thigh. He automatically jumped and you immediately removed your hand. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Uh, she dumped me. I guess, she’s moving in like a month... to the US.” You gasped.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry, Innie. I know that you liked her a lot.”

“Yeah, me too, Jeongin-ah. How are you?” Hyunjin asked, a question that had plagued him for a while. 

“Thanks, and, um, I’m okay. It’s weird but we weren’t together for long so… I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.” You both nodded at his response.

“So, Hyunjin is bailing on me too.” You changed the conversation topic. 

“Ah, no! You don’t get it, STAY asked me for that live. I forgot it was tonight, but I can’t let them down. I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t interacted with them, you know that.” He leaned over Jeongin’s lap to take your hand. “I’ll make it up to you.” Jeongin couldn’t help but make a disgusted expression. 

“I’m kidding, Hyunnie. I don’t mind. STAY is more important than watching a movie.” You chuckled, shaking your hand off his. “You’re traumatizing Innie.”

“Sorry, Jeonginnie. This is how our dynamic works.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jeongin. Jeongin rolled his eyes at Hyunjin. Being around Hyunjin and him making flirty remarks at Jeongin always made him nervous, even if he played it off. You made him nervous too, he was on the shier side with women in general. 

He avoided eye contact with you and his other hyungs’ girlfriends at first. He worked a lot on being comfortable with you during these past years, just to not be able to look at you in the eyes anymore. Jeongin remembered the forgotten grocery bags next to him and walked over to unload them in the kitchen. He heard Hyunjin’s voice and stood in the kitchen doorway.

“I have to get going. I need to get some makeup on me before the live.”

“You look good just like this, though. I’m sure that STAY will like you this way, maybe even a little more.” You smiled at him as you stood up to walk him out. He blushed. Jeongin imagined you telling him that. “Thank you for everything, Jinnie. I had so much fun.” Jeongin’s heart fell at your use of a nickname when referring to Hyunjin.

“I’ll gladly take you out again whenever you want. Ask and you shall receive.” Hyunjin smiled sheepishly at you. His hand squeezed your waist as he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingered on you more than a friend’s would, in Jeongin’s opinion. “Bye, beautiful.” He looked at Jeongin. “Bye, Jeonginnie, stop being a pervert. We’re all friends here.” He gave you a quick hug and walked out the door. You turned to Jeongin’s direction, and your face was a deep red color, just like his.

“Sorry about that. You know Hyunjin, he’s just teasing.” You justified while awkwardly smiling. You walked over to Minho’s room and opened to door to open his door, revealing a sleeping Meadow. Hyunjin was less allergic to cats than Changbin, he had no problem taking his allergy pills beforehand, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him if it was a shorter stay. Meadow didn’t mind being in Minho’s room, she didn’t even wake up when you opened it. 

“Um, I’m going to shower.” Jeongin announced. “We can watch the movie after, if you want.”

“Yeah, only if you still want to…” You looked up at him.

“Of course, noona.” He grinned. Jeongin was quick to say yes to anything you asked him to do. 

Jeongin had questioned his abilities to self-regulate before the incident, but he never felt that he could become so out of touch with them. He felt like a schoolboy around you; he blushed when your eyes met his, his heart beat faster whenever he heard your voice, he replayed scenarios of you fucking him before going to sleep.

He couldn’t help but pray every time these came to mind. His guilt was eating him up, and he felt it served him right for being so reserved all of the time. He had nobody to seriously talk to about this. Anyone he told, would probably tell Minho in a heartbeat. He tried to sigh everything out during his cold shower before having to face you. 

When he left the bathroom, you had the living room set up. You had pushed both sofas against each other, into a makeshift bed of sorts. Jeongin gulped. There were snacks and blankets on the sofa, two tables next to the sofas, on top of those tables were your water bottles and some diet soda. Jeongin gulped once more. Did you expect him to lay down next to you? If it were any other member, he’d understand, but him? Jeongin was practically allergic to skinship and everyone knew it. He had avoided any close proximity to you since he met you, not having hugged you even once in those two years. 

“Ugh, Innie?” You snapped him out of his thoughts. “Are the couches good like this? This is how we always do it at the 3racha dorm, but I know you don’t like being close to anyone.” You chuckled. He smiled nervously, thinking: would it be weird to say no when everyone else is okay with it?

“Anything’s good with me, noona.” You stepped closer to him, squinting, as if you were inspecting his expression. 

“C’mon, Innie. You can drop the formalities, you know? No one else calls me noona. And I really won’t be offended if you don’t like the arrangement just because I’m older than you. Plus, it’s not even that much of an age gap anyways.”

“Okay, Y/N, better?” You nodded. “I’m fine with it, really. You’re being, like, Jisung annoying right now.” You clutched your heart in your chest.

“Ouch, okay. That hurt. I didn’t need the full hyung experience either.” You pouted. 

“I’m sorry noona. I-”

“Innie, I’m totally kidding. My best friends are Bin, Minho and Jisung so I’m used to it. You don’t need to be so nervous, okay? I won’t tease you anymore, sorry about that.” He chuckled nervously. “C’mon.” You tugged at his arm. 

Your makeshift bed wasn’t the best way to watch the movie, but it was more comfortable than he expected. The couches weren’t big, he knew that, but they were big enough to accommodate you two without having to touch each other whilst laying down. The movie was playing but he couldn’t stop staring at you every minute or so until you blankly stared at him. 

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked, pausing the movie.

“W-what? I’ve never been mad at you.”

“Innie, you’ve been staring at me nonstop with this ultra concerned expression. What’s on your mind?” His heart started racing.

“Um, nothing really. I’m just not all there, you know, I just broke up with Ji-ah…and…”

“You want to talk about it?” He shook his head. 

“Okay. I just feel like there’s something here that you don’t want to talk about. Like, um… maybe you… watching me and Minho in a compromising position that night?” FUCK.

“Fuck, noona, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I wanted to get Meadow her food and…and…” Jeongin felt tears welling up, his mind rushing with every self-deprecating thought he could muster up.

“No, no, baby, no. I’m not mad at you.” You reached up to him and gently took his face in your hands. “Innie, I’m sorry about you having to see that. At first, I really doubted that anyone had seen us but you’re kinda being more jittery than usual. I’m really sorry, Innie. I feel so bad.” His face felt warm in your hands, his expression was guilt-ridden, and it absolutely broke your heart. You let go of his face once he looked at you.

“No, noona. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. And then, I just was so shocked. T-then Minho hyung came out and I thought he’d kill me.”

“No, Innie, of course not. It was our fault for leaving the door open…” You started. “I’m so embarrassed.” You nervously took a sip of your water, covering the crimson blush that formed in your face. “I’m sorry if I made things weird. I just couldn’t handle not knowing.”

“You’re really not mad, noona?” You shook your head.

“Are you sure that you’re not traumatized?”

“Maybe, but not in the way you’d think…” He impulsively declared, both of your eyes widening. 

“So, in what way then?” You interrogated, your voice expressed both curiosity and intrigue. Jeongin swallowed.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it… You and Minho hyung… you know… Ugh…”

“So, you really didn’t know that me and Minho slept together?” Your voice was sardonic.

“No, I did, but seeing it was weird.”

“Did you like it kind of weird?” You asked, more directly this time, maintaining eye contact with him. He scanned your expression for a moment. He sighed. 

“Fuck… yeah.” Was all you needed to hear before smashing your lips onto his. His eyes closed at the second he felt you; your hands were wrapped around his neck; your eyes were closed, and his heart was beating out of his chest when reality hit him. What were you doing? Wouldn’t this piss Minho off? You separated yourself from him.

“Innie? Are you going to kiss me back or did I royally misread into this?” You asked, blushing.

He grinned. His hands found the small of your back and pushed you towards him again, meeting you into the kiss. You deepened the kiss, your tongue asked for entrance, and he gladly allowed it. He had never felt whatever this was. You were now in his lap, his arms were wrapped around you, his cock had been hard since you slipped into the couch, and you could feel it. His boxers were now soaked with pre-cum, but he was entirely unbothered by that. You ground yourself in his lap and Jeongin couldn’t help but let out a thirsty moan from deep within him. He separated himself from you then. As much as he wanted to enjoy this, Minho’s image kept playing in his head.

“Noona. What about Minho hyung?” You chuckled. 

“Minho is my boyfriend…but we do this from time to time, if we especially like the person.” You started, catching your breath. “And I really really like you, Innie.” That was enough for him, he stood up and held one hand for you and led you to his room. Jeongin’s self-consciousness came out at that moment. His room wasn’t too messy, but it wasn’t tidy either, a typical boy room with his game remotes and consoles laying out. 

“Honey, stop overthinking…just enjoy this. I’ve been wanting this for a while now” you confessed. Jeongin blinked a few times, in absolute shock. “What?”

“You’ve been wanting this?”

“Of course, Innie. We can talk about it later if you want.” You suggested, he nodded and returned to your lips as you straddled him once again. He pulled away and sheepishly smiled at you, tugging his shirt off. His chest was broader than you anticipated, his muscles were well defined. You dragged a hand through his torso, stopping at the patch of hair below his belly button before you followed him suit, taking off your shirt as well. He stared at your breasts that sat comfortably in your black lace bra. Jeongin’s imagination ran wild during the past week, not expecting to actually perceive them in real time.

“Ah, so you like boobs after all.” You chuckled as your hands reached to open your bra clasp. Jeongin’s hands helped you finish removing it.

“Can I?” He asked and looked down at your breasts, in awe as you lifted them up from sagging. You nodded. His hands replaced yours, long fingers grabbing at your pebbled nipple. His mouth latched on to your other nipple and harshly tugged at it, you moaned at that and felt Jeongin smirk beneath you. He couldn’t get enough of you. This is the connection he had always been yearning for when he slept with someone. Jeongin felt your hand wander down between you and stroke his forgotten erection. He moaned at your movements around his clothed length.

“Innie, I’m so wet for you.” You confessed, making him moan again. 

“Noona, you can’t say that. I’m going to bust, and I haven’t even felt you.”

“We can’t have that, then.” You said as you tilted his face upwards with your free hand, to look at you. “I kind of need you inside me now.” You moaned whilst grinding your hips into his. Jeongin swore that he could see stars. He slightly lifted you off him and leaned over to his bedside table. He neatly grabbed a condom out of a box. 

“Don’t you want to feel me raw?” You asked as you tilted your head. Jeongin could feel chills down his spine.

“B-but noona. I don’t want to get you, uh, pregnant or anything…” Nonetheless, his cock twitched at the thought.

“Oh, trust, that won’t happen. I take my birth control almost religiously.”

“And what about STIs?”

“I’m clean.” He cringed at your obscene mention of Minho. “The company gets us tested regularly, too. I’m clean. But if you want to use the condom, feel free to do so.” The condom was discarded on the floor as soon as you confirmed that you were clean.

“I’m sorry to ask this but can we skip foreplay?” He asked as he lowered his sweats. You nodded. He lowered his underwear to reveal his leaking cock. You stared at it, making him feel self-conscious. His dick was beautiful, the perfect size and girth, not too long or too thick. You didn’t fail to notice the many beads of pre-cum leaking over his angry, pink head, onto the curly patch of hair at its base. 

“Wow, Innie. You’re so beautiful.” You said, your eyes twinkling. He smiled shyly. 

“Can I see you?” He asked, with a hand working on his cock, the other reached to your pajama pants. You helped him lower them doing, revealing your soaked, black lace underwear. He took his hand off his cock to lower those himself. 

He was in awe of your beauty, a goddess in his eyes. Your plush body, your soft curves and your gorgeous cunt. Jeongin didn’t know vaginas could be that beautiful but as soon as he caught sight of yours, he knew he wanted to worship it forever. To worship you. “You’re incredible, noona.” He expressed as you laid down on his bed. He could see your wet folds and he felt the need to taste you. Jeongin lowered his head to your cunt, the soft hair adorning it tickled his face as he experimentally licked it. You moaned at that, surprised at him going down on you, having asked earlier to skip foreplay. He kept making out with your cunt, while you shuddered at the feeling of him going down on you. He moaned at you, your sounds, your taste, the visions of you.

“Can I fuck you now, noona? Please?”

“Yes, Innie. I’m yours.” You replied, your head was thrown back. He dragged the head of his cock between your folds and gathered your juices. His cock’s head bumped your entrance making both of you moan. He slowly pushed in, moaning with every drag inside you. 

“You’re too tight, noona. Is Minho not fucking you good enough?” He smirked. 

“Oh, he is and even if he wasn’t, Hyunjin’s good too. I’m pretty satisfied.” You replied, he thrusted in harshly, filling you up completely.

“So, I’m not that special, huh? You’ve just been fucking everyone here?” He panted as he kept erratically thrusting inside you. You moaned ever so sweetly at his movements and Jeongin swore that he would come right then. The sounds of your bodies meeting would take him over the edge at any minute. The warmth of your cunt was incomparable to anything that he had ever experienced until that moment. He knew not to worship the mundane, but how could he not, when you exist.

“Hmmm. Maybe. But nobody except Minho has gotten me raw before.” You said in between pants. “So, I guess you are that special after all.” He moaned. He could feel your pelvis against his as he thrusted, his head was hidden in your neck. He sucked hickeys onto it, making sure Minho knew who fucked you as he left his marks. 

“Noona, you’re so fucking good. You’re so … fucking…perfect.” He said in between trusts. He could feel you clenching against his cock, moaning in perfect harmony. “I want to be inside you all day.”

“You might have a bit of competition there.” You said, catching his gaze. He smirked at you.

“I don’t care.” He pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. You caught onto him and bent over. He slid in quickly, your wetness welcoming him warmly. “You have me now. You don’t need anyone else.”

“Innie, you feel so great. I can feel you throbbing. Are you close?” He moaned at that. “You want to cum?” His thrusts became frantic and sloppy, nearly slipping out of your soaked cunt multiple times. “Honey, do you want to cum?” He moaned once again as he buried his face in the back of your neck. His legs were almost giving up, his hands grabbed your hips so harshly that you knew bruises would form on your sensitive skin.

“Yes, noona. I’ve been holding it for so long.” He moaned deliciously. “I want to cum so badly. You feel so…” He paused when you clenched around him, making him feel every warm and wet crevice of your cunt.

“You want to cum inside, Innie?” You asked and clenched around him again. He moaned once again, speeding up his thrusts.

“N-noona, I can’t… N-…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before the feeling of your warm walls made him unload. He came in ropes and ropes of warm, thick seed inside of you. Your sweet sounds further pushing him over. His orgasm felt like a lifetime. He took a second to catch his breath. “Are you insane?” You chuckled at that. He had never felt closer to anyone before, feeling his overstimulated cock inside your cum-flooded cunt. His cum inside you; that was a fantasy in itself. 

“Hey! You’re the one who couldn’t even hold on for a second after me asking that.” You replied. “It feels good. You were really saving it up, huh?” He blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact with you. 

“I didn’t even get you to finish. Let me.” He slowly pulled out with a hiss, and you shifted to lay on your back. Then, he lowered himself down to your pussy, basking in the sight of his cum oozing out of you. The door swiftly opened to reveal a very intense-looking Minho. Jeongin froze for a second, quickly pulling himself back from your body.

“Okay! Honeymoon’s over.” Minho smirked. “Hi jagi. You look deliciously fucked out.” He scoffed at Jeongin’s shocked expression. “What? Weren’t you just raving about how we don’t fuck her well enough? Don’t tell me you’re all scared now?” He smirked again and sat on the bed next to to you. “You let him cum inside, really?” Minho whined and pouted. “You didn’t let me hit raw until, like, the fifth time.” Jeongin grinned at that, Minho glared at him.

“Sorry, Min. He was just too good to me. I was so desperate.” You chuckled and extended your arm to Jeongin. He, hesitantly, laid down next to your form, you cuddled up to him.

“Well, since you like him that much, I think I’ll eat him out of you.” Minho teased.

He lowered his head to your core to lick at it. You stared at up Jeongin, not missing the way he licked his lips at the sight of Minho between your legs. You moaned into Jeongin’s chest as Minho worked his expert tongue on you. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss, and he couldn’t help but feel envious at how well Minho knows your body. He had you cumming in mere minutes. Your kisses intensified as you came to your high. Your sweet moans and the way your skin felt hot against him had Jeongin leaking precum again. Minho chuckled as he gave one last kiss to your folds. 

He raised his head to look at you both. Jeongin had pulled his boxers on, but his bulge was visibly hard beneath them. 

“I expect you to make her cum next time.” He announced. Jeongin rolled his eyes. 

“I was about to when you interrupted us, hyung.” He argued. Minho chuckled as he, visibly hard too, kissed your lips. “Plus, I didn’t give you permission to satisfy your sexual needs in my room.” You giggled at that.

“I didn’t give you permission to fuck my girlfriend, did I?” Minho snickered. Jeongin blushed. 

“Stop bickering, please. This was supposed to be an enlightening experience for both of you too.” You stated as Minho stood up. 

“I’ll get around to liking the dynamic soon enough.” Minho teased. “Jeonginnie just has to accept me as part of it.” Jeongin scoffed once more. “See you soon, jagi?” You nodded. He walked over to the door and winked at Jeongin before exiting, closing the door behind him.

“He’s not going to be a part of any of my dynamics.” Jeongin stated as he folded his arms. You rolled your eyes.

“Minho can be, well, Minho. But I did see you get hard when he ate me out.”

“Noona, that wasn’t because of him, it’s you.” He whined. 

“Sure. What about the way you looked at Hyunjin today?” You chuckled; he blushed. “We’ll talk about that later. More importantly, are you okay, Innie?” He sheepishly grinned.

“Yeah. I think I’ve wanted this for longer than I admitted to.” He confessed, you smiled.

“Yeah, me too. And I would love to do this again,” You sighed. “But you do know that Minho will always be part of the dynamic, right?”

“Yes, noona. I know, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction over me yet.” He replied. You giggled. 

“That does make things more interesting.” 

There was a short pause after that, Jeongin fumbled with his church ring, and you took his hand in yours. His slender fingers caressed yours, sending shivers to your skin. 

“Thank you, noona.”

“Thank you, Innie. I do mean what I said, I really really like you… a lot. I know you prefer more traditional relationships but… I’m always here if you want to try something different.” You blushed. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. “As long as you can accept the Minho of it all.”

“I still have a lot to think about. This is really new to me so bear with me. Still, I know that I like you a bit too much right now.” He admitted. “So, not even Minho hyung can throw me off.” You giggled.

“Of course, think it over for as long as you want. We can work with you and Minho afterwards.” you chuckled. The door slowly opened to reveal Minho holding two glasses of water. He walked over to you and handed one to each of you. You sat up, separating from Jeongin for the first time since you came into the room. 

“So, when I fuck Y/N later, do you want to eat her creampied cunt?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin, who had a deadpan expression.

“Depends on who creampied her.” He answered. “If it was me, I’ll gladly do so.”

“Sheesh. The maknae gives his first creampie and he thinks he’s all that.” Minho teased Jeongin. “You have to work on your aftercare too.”

“Hyung!” Jeongin complained, making Minho snicker.

“Okay, okay! I won’t interrupt again.” Minho held his arms up in surrender. He winked at you and walked out, closing the door behind him again.

“When did he even get here?” Jeongin questioned as he buried his blushing face on your shoulder.  

“Actually, I have no idea.” You giggled. Your hand reached upwards to stroke his hair.

“Noona?”

“Yeah?"

“Do you actually have sex with all the other members?” He asked with a hushed voice. 

“No.” You replied. “I’ve only had sex with Hyunjin and Minho’s been involved both times.” 

“Involved? You mean like a threesome?” He looked up at you with widened eyes.

“Yeah… I told you it was different with you.” He tried to hide his smile, but his dimples gave it away. 

“Then why’d you say that you fucked everyone?” He pouted.

“You seemed to like that.”

“Noona… No!”

Jeongin blushed. He sat up and scanned your expression. You looked flushed but content, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Maybe he was just projecting onto you, but you looked almost peaceful. You were absolutely breathtaking like this, with your bare, glowy skin, your messy hair, your glossy eyes, your cocky smirk, the freckles that adorned your shoulders; entirely yourself. You felt like home, a comforting presence that he couldn’t feel in a physical place. Or explain in words. Incomprehensibly purposeful, was the only fathomable way to express what he felt. Like he was meant to be there with you.

“So, you’ll think it through?” You asked as your eyes met his. His hand met yours, your fingers were cool to the touch. He nodded. 

“Do I have to fuck Minho though?” He whined.

“Not unless you want to.” You laughed. “He’ll probably want to watch us from time to time though, if you’re okay with that.” 

“I can do that… I think?”

“Slowly but surely.”

“And… he’s really okay with this?” He asked.

“He is.” You replied as you stroked his hand with your thumb. Jeongin reached out to grab your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your lips. You melted into his touch. “We can all talk about it later, if you want?” He nodded.

“Yeah, that’ll be good. But I think I’ll keep you here for just a while longer. Just in case Minho takes it back.” He said as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You smiled at him as he pulled you down on the bed with him. “Just for your information, I don’t mind skinship if it’s with you.” He nuzzled his face on the back of your neck, his arms were laid on your waist and his heart beat fast in his chest. 

You fell asleep in his arms not long after and he couldn’t believe that the image of you in his arms wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Even with the complex nature of your not-so-newfound appreciation for each other. Jeongin felt like everything was peaceful.

And, as the night fell, he couldn’t help but create scenarios of you in his bed. Or, to his surprise, in Minho’s.

[fizhle]

I had this headcanon that whenever Ingo or Emmet want someone outta their face, they take one HUGE deep breath because that let's the guy know their eardrums are about to be blown out

They also taught Elesa how to do it, but she doesn't have nearly the same amount of decibels because she only had to yell over a crowd

Now my I present to you: fanfiction

The train whistled, a signal of its departure nearing.

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“ALL ABOARD!” Emmet roared into the station. He loved the rumbling akin to the rails in his chest when he yelled.

Emmet looked over the station, making sure everyone boarded safely, when he noticed a commotion at one of the doors. Ingo was standing in front of it, barring a quite… energetic man from boarding.

“Just let me on! I have places to be!” The very fancily dressed man screamed into the face of the, much taller, man standing in front of him.

“I apologise, sir. But you do not have a ticket, therefore you may not board the train.”

“I am a very important man! I have important meetings to attend! I don't have time for a ticket!” As he snapped, a young woman meekly asked to be let through. She showed Ingo her ticket, took her daughter by the hand, and boarded the train.

“Oh, so this fatass can be let on, but I can't!?”

Ingo's eye twitched. Emmet leaned against the train to witness his brother's inevitable outburst.

Ingo straightened his back, growing at least three inches taller. The man did not see this first warning.

Ingo took a deep, deep breath. The people around turned and watched. Still, the man did not stop.

Ingo took that small, stuttering breath to get that extra air, everyone, except for the loud fancy man, covered their ears.

He finally saw the oncoming train that was Ingo.

“I POLITELY INSTRUCTED YOU TO BUY A TICKET. YOU REFUSED. YOU THEN INSULT ANOTHER PASSENGER. I ASK THAT YOU REMOVE YOURSELF BEFORE I ASK SECURITY TO REMOVE YOU FORCEFULLY.”

Emmet didn't know what that man was feeling, but he could guess. He guessed that his ears were ringing.

When the man didn't move, security came rushing over to remove him from the station.

It was rare for people to cause issues, but it was a spectacle when they did.

▽▲▽▲

It had been a while. But there were schedules to keep. The trains must be kept running.

Reporters gathered around Emmet. He would take a deep breath and escape the situation before they opened their eyes.

But he was tired.

The reporters shoved cameras and microphones in his face, asking deeply personal questions, asking things he did not know the answer to, accusing him of things he did not do.

He was tired.

His cheery mask started slipping.

He was so tired.

The clacking of heels just barely got his attention before a puffy yellow jacket blocked his view.

“PLEASE MOVE PUT OF THE WAY. THERE ARE PASSENGERS WHO HAVE PLACES TO BE.”

The journalists were not expecting her. To be there, or to have such a loud voice.

They were moved out of the way before they could properly comprehend what had just happened.

Elesa grabbed Emmet's arm gently and led him to his office. His perpetual smile widening just enough to not draw too much attention.

He was greatful that they had taught Elesa to project like that.

That they… they… Ingo…

She poured him some tea, and they rested.

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now on ao3!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64944301

[nicolewritesthings]

Lost Love - Part Three

a/n: sorry this took a minute! I’ve been deep in Joel Miller fanfic after the recent episode of tlou (biiiiiig Pedro fan). Anyways, please enjoy this next bit of writing :)

Steve Harrington x fem!reader, more angst

Summary: tis the damn season for you and Steve as you try to avoid the past while figuring out the future

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December 1991 - Hawkins

The Wheeler house looks straight out of a holiday catalog with its large tree lighting up the front room. Christmas music plays throughout the decorated house and a fire warms up the young guests.

Mike decided to have the gang back together at their parent's place this year. Most of the kids were home for the holidays and desperately needed to see each other after being at school all semester. After running into Dustin outside of your homes, he insisted you come. Nancy ended up calling you that night to extend the invite, explaining that she didn't even know about the party until she arrived that morning.

So there you were, dressed in your festive velvet red dress, sipping mulled wine with Nancy. She tells you about her job at a local newspaper and how she's making more connections at the Boston Globe, her dream company. You fill her in on getting into law school and your decision to move to Chicago. She's excited for you and easily dances around the subject of Steve.

It had been a couple of months since your break up with Peter and when he revealed to you that he and Steve had spoken. You did pick up the phone that night with the full intention of calling Steve. But you never did go through with it. You weren't thinking straight, your emotions were too high, and frankly, you were too scared to face him. So you set the phone down and swore to call him the next day, and the next, and the next. But you never called Steve. Instead, you let the situation sit there and simmer. No questions answered. Just like your relationship had always been with him.

As if the universe was reading your mind, the front door swings open, letting the cold December air in for just a moment. Your back was to the door, so you didn't see who came in. But you quickly started to gather who it was when Dustin cheered and rushed over to greet the guest. You straightened up a bit, building up the confidence to turn around and face the very person who's been tormenting your thoughts for the last couple of months.

His laugh hits your ears as he greets the kids with hugs. Your heart weakens a bit, loving that they all still care about him so much. You turn, wanting to catch the sweet moment.

As you turn around, Steve looks up, catching sight of your familiar hair and pretty red dress. You see each other from across the room, the lights around you softening as you hold his gaze. You feel a familiar tug towards him - something unseen, intangible but still there. He must feel it too because he's quick to give you a small smile. Steve wasn't sure what he'd do if he saw you tonight, but instinct took over with that smile. So you smile back. Two small, knowing smiles in a home filled with too many memories.

Then a young woman appears in the doorway behind Steve. She smiles wide at the kids and slips comfortably under Steve's arm. He breaks his gaze from you and puts all his attention on her.

Steve introduces her to Mike and Dustin, and she's all smiles as she meets everyone. You look away - at your shoes, the Christmas tree. Anything but Steve and this girl.

Luckily, Nancy clutches your arm, spinning you back around to face her. She leans in to whisper, "I'm so sorry. I had no idea he'd be here."

You pull back, shrugging, “it’s all good. Really.” Lie, lie, lie.

Your body practically ached at the sight of Steve and his - what? Girlfriend?

You wanted to peek back at them. See Steve's rosy cheeks and big smile as he paraded her around to meet everyone. Oh god, you thought, you're going to have to meet her too.

Nancy smiled tightly, her voice quick and low, "don't freak. They're coming over here." She waved as you felt two people approach you.

Nancy knew your history with Steve, even the most recent encounter. Somewhat ironically, she was the first to clock that something was going on between you two. After Jonathan moved to California, she and you became closer. Sometimes eating lunch together at school or working on college applications together. She noticed when he’d pick you up after classes got out almost every day or when he’d be at your soccer games, cheering you on alongside your family. She especially noticed when you had like three hickeys on the back of your neck the morning after you told her you were catching a movie with Steve.

Nancy noticed how he changed too, both as a person and his behavior towards her. He was lighter with her, not mopey or awkward. The tension completely dissipated.

Naturally, you and Nancy grew closer when you two were the only ones who moved away from Hawkins. She was there for you during the fallout with Steve, which was why she was shocked that you wanted to say hello to him and his girlfriend, Amanda, who Nancy just met about thirty minutes ago.

Steve's pulse quickened as you turned around to greet them. Your expression was collected, cool, and unreadable. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, he quickly scans the room for your boyfriend but comes up short. Nancy speaks up before he can think too hard about it.

She gives him a quick hug before introducing herself to Amanda who only says her name, waiting for Steve to fill in the rest. The three girls, including yourself, stare back at him. He cracks a smile, recovering from his brief falter, and then says the words you were dreading.

"My girlfriend," he's almost bashful, you think, as he wraps an arm around her.

Girlfriend. A word now seared into your brain, likely to cause inexplicable heart pain every time you hear it now. Girlfriend.

Nothing could have ever prepared you for this moment. You never imagined meeting one of Steve’s girlfriends. It’s not like you didn’t expect him to never date anyone after you, but you never imagined that this situation would be occurring. That was one of the pros of going no contact for so many years - no girlfriends.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you say, shaking Amanda’s hand with an obligatory smile on your face. You tell her your name and she gives you a knowing smile, "Steve’s told me so much about you guys. It’s great to finally put a face to the name.”

You blink, trying to keep your smile from faltering. God, what has this man said to her about you?

You deliver the perfect cliche, “oh, all good things I hope," and shoot Steve a look, lofting your eyebrows just slightly. He doesn’t miss a beat, sending you the slightest of head nods.

Old habits never die, you think as you quickly fall back into the knowing looks with Steve. The subtle communication only you two could understand of each other.

Amanda laughs, “of course! He was just saying that you’re a lawyer. That’s so impressive.”

You turn back to her, shaking your head, “well, not yet. I just go into law school.”

You can feel Steve’s eyes on you and wonder if he’s thinking about your decision to move to Chicago.

“Are you staying in the city? Or looking elsewhere?” Amanda asks, genuine and annoyingly nice.

Nancy perks up, "she actually just committed to Northwestern."

Steve shifts his gaze to you. But you avoid his eyes, not wanting to see his expression. "Chicago!" Amanda exclaims, "that's so exciting. We'll have to show you around."

He knew that this was a real possibility. Hell, you were the one who told him you wanted to move. But hearing the confirmation was a whole different thing. This was real. You were about to be back in his life whether he liked it or not.

“That would be great,” you say, keeping your attention on her, “what about you? What do you do?”

And then she tells you about teaching and how they met. They’ve been seeing each other for a little over two months. Interesting you think, doing the mental math in your head. You ask about her childhood, family, where she grew up. Steve chimes in here and there, but you can feel the tension radiating off his body as he stands in between you and Amanda.

The night goes on and more of your friends arrive, quickly swapping stories about high school and your collective near-death experiences. You do enjoy yourself, wrapped up in the warm nostalgia of it all. But every time your eyes shift back to Steve and Amanda, an unreasonable bitterness nips at the back of your mind.

You had no right to be jealous, sure, but you could be a little bothered by the whole thing. It doesn't help that she's charming and friendly. Boo.

You’re in the kitchen now, stress-eating the finger foods off a platter on the counter, alone in your thoughts. Tonight would not be a good time to bring up the past with Steve, would it? But when would be a good time? When you're finally living in the same city again? No, it should be sooner. But what would he say?

“That cheese is great-“

You jump, startled by the sudden voice in the kitchen. You turn around and find Steve frowning, worried about your reaction.

He steps forward, “shit sorry. Thought you heard me walk in.”

“I guess I was a little distracted,” you say without really thinking.

Steve notices a hint of bitterness in your tone. You look up, finally meeting his eyes. Both of you pause, lingering in the moment, unsure of what to say next.

For the first time all evening, you two are finally alone together. Everyone else is in the living room playing games, including Amanda who is partnered up with Robin in a very competitive game of charades.

Steve steps to where you’re standing. You suck in a breath as the distance between you two grows smaller. He stands beside you and picks through the cheese platter, completely ignoring the tension in the room.

You want to roll your eyes at him, annoyed at how cavalier he could be during situations like this. So you decide to poke the bear a bit and not ignore the obvious.

“Your girlfriend’s cool,” you say, turning to face the counter like him, your shoulders brushing.

Steve pops a piece of cheese in his mouth letting the silence linger. He wasn’t sure where you were going with this, so he let you lead the way.

You weren’t going to lie to him. You did think Amanda was great and you were not about to be the type of girl to hate her for being with your…whatever Steve was to you.

“So you two met at school?” you ask, genuinely curious and purposefully dancing around the real question you wanted to ask - when did they meet?

Steve smiles, “she’s the first-grade teacher." Of course, she is.

He pauses, not sure if he should say anything but this would be a perfect time to segue into that night. And for whatever reason, Steve couldn’t help himself around you.

“Actually,” he looks at you now, “she was at the bar when I ran into you in September.”

Your whole body tenses. So we’re doing this now, huh?

You catch the cheeky glimmer in his eyes, remembering just how much of a dick Steve could be sometimes.

“You should have introduced us,” you reach for a piece of cheese, “maybe the night would have turned out differently.”

“Yeah maybe if you told me about your boyfriend we wouldn’t have been out all night,” Steve lets out quickly, his emotions getting the best of him.

Now you’re speechless. You never did figure out what you would say to Steve about that phone call. You naively thought you’d never see him again so you wouldn’t have to discuss it.

You drop the cheese and turn your body to face him. He stares down at you, the hint of cheekiness replaced with anger now. He hates that you’re the only one who can rile him up like this.

“I should have told you about Peter that night,” you concede, “I’m sorry.”

Steve falters, not expecting an apology. Before he can think of something to say, you continue, “I guess I was caught up in the moment. I don’t know.”

He looks away, pushing off the counter, “seeing you again was already a shock. But then to find out you had a boyfriend really fucked with me.”

Your stomach aches as Steve admits this all to you. As you finally talk about that night. He doesn’t want to do this now, not with all your friends and Amanda in the other room. But, as usual around you, he can’t control his emotions. The words just flow out of him.

“And finding out about him that way was pretty shitty too,” Steve shook his head, “I mean, hell, do you two live together?”

“We broke up,” you blurt out. The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

Steve shifts back, his hands brace the counter as you face him. He looks over your features as if trying to read your mind and you do the same.

You being single, Steve in a relationship - does it even matter? What would you do if you were both single? Steve practically answered that in Chicago when he didn’t know about your boyfriend and you asked him up to your room. And yet he still turned you down and you still had no idea what you wanted from him. So single, taken, it didn’t make a difference.

Before either of you can respond, Robin rushes into the kitchen. She notices the moment between you two but doesn’t think twice to acknowledge it. She loves Steve and wants what’s best for him, and what’s best is Amanda, his girlfriend who’s currently waiting for him in the other room.

Robin yanks Steve’s arm, “I’m tapping out and Amanda’s looking for a new partner.”

Steve holds your gaze for just a moment before shifting his attitude ever so slightly. He smiles at Robin then nods at you, before turning into the living room.

You turn back to the counter, pick up the discarded piece of cheese, and pop it into your mouth. A tense gaze hits you. You turn slightly to catch Robin eyeing you narrowly.

“What’s up, Buckley?” You say casually. Your relationship with Robin has always been this way. Close at times but a one-sided skepticism was always apparent. Then of course when everything ended between you and Steve, you hardly ever spoke to Robin.

She steps closer, “are you really moving to Chicago?” She clocks your surprised reaction.

“Nancy mentioned it,” she clarifies.

You nod, “not until summer.”

Robin sighs, “I’m not going to pretend like I know what the fuck is up with you and Steve, but I do know that he’s happy. Like really doing well and doesn’t need any bullshit in his life - happy.”

“I know,” you say honestly, “I don’t plan on screwing anything up for him.”

Robin wants to tell you that actually, you don’t know. You have no idea what kind of hold you have over Steve. She wants to tell you how messed up he was after seeing you and how you totally derailed his life and can definitely do it again. That’s what she’s worried about. But instead, she saves face.

“Good,” Robin crosses her arms.

You think about what it will look like to live near Steve again and you don’t know why you continue the conversation and say, “we probably won’t see each other much anyway.”

Robin practically scoffs as you say this. She shakes her head, “this is you and Steve we’re talking about. At the very least, he’ll want to be your friend.”

You don’t know what else to say so you nod, thinking about everything. You hoped you could be friends with Steve, but you never were ever just friends with him. There had always been that hint of what if? That possibility of something more.

Laughter and shouts break your thoughts. Dustin’s calling your name to join on the next round. So you push it all aside and follow Robin back into the room with all your friends, and you decide to enjoy being home for the holidays.

———————

A few days later

As the town gears up for the New Year, you help your dad clean up the garage. Your family loves to do a big cleanout before the new year. Help clear out the old and bring in the new.

The manual labor was a much-needed distraction from your mind swirling with thoughts about your future and Steve, and his really cool totally awesome girlfriend. Spending time with your family was also a reminder of other forms of love in your life. You were excited to be closer to them again.

You and your dad stand hunched over the engine of his 1964 silver Mustang. You were helping him fix up something under the hood when the sound of footsteps hit the pavement.

Your dad was the first to see who it was. He steps away from the car, “Steve! Been a long time, bud.”

You brace yourself on the side of the car, pushing off of it to face them.

Your dad and Steve break away from their friendly hug. What the hell is going on?

Steve nods, “I know, I’m sorry! With Dustin moving away for school, there’s not much left for me in Hawkins these days.”

“Did you hear our girl’s moving to Chicago?” Your dad says proudly.

Steve flashes you a smile, taking in your dirty jeans and worn-in sweatshirt. You smile back, raising your eyebrows a bit at him entertaining your dad.

“Yeah, it’ll be great to be in the same city again,” Steve says as you approach the two of them.

You nod, “don’t worry. I won’t bother you too much, Steve.”

He gazes at you, trying to search for another meaning in your sentence. Bother me all you want, Steve wants to say.

The garage door opens. Your mom has the phone in her hand, the cord extended all the way. She spots Steve and smiles, “oh, hi honey! How are you?”

Steve waves, greeting your mom. She calls over your dad, “your sister’s on the line.”

He bids Steve goodbye and rushes into the house after your mom.

You chuckle, wiping your greasy hands on the rag poking out of your jeans. You look up at Steve, “they always ask about you.”

“Oh yeah?” he beams.

You nod, “it’s sweet.”

You turn to the car, walking towards it. Steve watches as your hair sits high in a ponytail, swishing back and forth as you walk. He always liked when you put your hair up.

He follows you to your spot under the hood. Steve eyes the car, “how long have you been working on this?”

“Pretty much all day,” you say, “you know how my dad can get with his cars.”

He smiles, remembering when your dad got you your first car - a used Chevy truck that was cool in theory but broke down on you every other month. You resorted to catching a ride with Steve instead.

Steve helps as you slam the hood shut. You turn to him, “so, what’s up?”

He had almost forgotten why he was there in the first place. Steve puts his hands on his hips.

“When do you move?” He asks.

You nod, “in June. Thought I’d get a head start on apartment hunting near campus.”

Steve looks around, finally coming to peace with your response. He eyes the sun as it begins to set. The birds chirp around you. He nods over to the street, “let’s take a walk.”

You eye him, but ultimately agree, following him down your driveway and into your quiet neighborhood.

Walking these streets with Steve brought back some serious nostalgia. You used to do this all the time. His house only a few blocks away from yours. He’d walk you back to your house at night when it was too dark and you had school the next morning. Or on Saturday mornings, you’d walk to his place and eat breakfast because his parents were already out for the day.

Now the two of you walked side by side, leisurely taking in the old pine trees and suburban homes. Steve straightened his back, clapping his hands together as if prepping himself for what he was about to say.

“I think we should air everything out. You know, before we live in the same place again,” he states.

You shove your hands in your back pockets, what did you have in mind?”

He tilts his head, “well, I’m with Amanda now and everything’s going pretty good.”

You nod as he continues, “and I didn’t tell her about us. You know, our past.

“Oh,” you hesitate. That was a little surprising, but given how nice she was to you, it tracks.

“I didn’t think it was necessary,” Steve says slowly, “I mean, I didn’t really think we’d be in each other’s lives again.”

You look over at Steve, “it’s up to you. But I’m sure it won’t come up in conversation.”

He chuckles, “right. Well, how often do you want to see each other?”

You blink, all the time, preferably. If he’d have you.

“You could show me around? Then we’ll go from there?” You say sheepishly. He and Robin are the only people you really know there, and you don’t think Robin would be the most excited to hang out with you.

Steve smiles, “yeah, yes of course!” He runs a hand through his hair, “sorry. I’m not really sure how to handle all this with you.”

You decide to lighten the mood and bump his shoulder, “neither do I. But, I do know I want to be back in your life.”

He takes in your words and smiles, “me too. Someone you know again.”

You look down, hearing Steve say your words from that night back to you. It feels different this time. Like you’ve got the “what if?” out of the way and can maybe begin to move onto a new part of your relationship - just friendship.

You continue, “and if you’re worried about Amanda, I won’t mess anything up. I promise.”

“Don’t be weird,” Steve eyes you, playfulness in his voice.

You shake your head, “I swear. I’ll be on my best behavior. No weirdness here.”

He knocks his shoulder back against yours. You stumble a bit, taken off guard. Steve reaches out, grabbing your arm to steady you.

You laugh, “easy, Harrington. I get the message loud and clear. No need for intimidation tactics.”

“Funny, really hilarious,” he says, sarcasm dripping off his tone.

You proceed, feeling good, “honestly Amanda is really cool. Like way cooler than you.”

“Oh yeah? Hang out with her then,” he laughs.

“Maybe I will,” you smirk, “what’s her number?”

Steve reaches out and lightly tugs the end of your ponytail out of instinct. You groan, shoving his hands away from you. He puts his hands up in surrender, scurrying up the street a bit.

You laugh, jogging up the street to catch up to him. This shouldn’t be too hard, you think. You’ll be busy with school and he’s got his whole life to focus on. Maybe being friends with Steve Harrington will be easier than you think!

—————

a/n: ahhhhhhhhhhh just friends! What could go wrong! I’m not sure how long this little series will go. But if you’re still interested, I’m already working on the next part :)

tags: @httpazxnth @wwylmlive @xaimary @dogstarbytes @micheledawn1975 @ortega29 @djodirt @ahead-fullofdreams

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

So like during the 21 years after Héctor disappeared and Ernesto became a big star, did it never occur to Imelda to wonder why all the sudden Ernesto was performing solo? If Ernesto is this hugely famous musician singing Héctor’s old songs, why isn’t Héctor singing them too? Was she so completely anti-music at that point that she never even noticed that Ernesto was performing alone and Héctor had apparently just yeeted off the face of the earth? Like I get it she was majorly hurt by what she thought was Héctor ditching her but all I’m saying is if I’m Imelda and I see Ernesto rising to fame alone after my husband left with him, some alarm bells are gonna start ringing in my head

[helaintoloki]

Can you write a fic between Bucky and an avenger reader (maybe she’s just a little older than Peter (like she’s in her mid 20s)and she always had a crush on Bucky)

notes: thank you for sending this in ! i hope you enjoy

warnings: fluff, mentions of night terrors

summary: you think you’re too young for Bucky to be interested in you. ironically, Bucky thinks he’s too old for you to be interested in him

“So how did that date go?” Wanda asks while watching you mindlessly scroll through the selection of movies Tony has on the entertainment room TV.

“I bailed,” Natasha admits shamelessly with an innocent shrug, prompting both Wanda and yourself to turn to her in shock. “I’m not really interested in giving up my personal time for something as trivial as a blind date.”

You hum thoughtfully at her response, only half listening as Wanda begins to pester her for more details about the man she had stood up. The three of you are enjoying a rare night of peace in the tower after forcing the men to vacate the premises and allow you to have the space to yourselves. The three of you are outnumbered on the team, so sometimes a break from the intense amounts of testosterone are needed for you all to decompress. Girl’s night is a simple tradition, but you all enjoy each other’s company more than anything.

“What about you, y/n?” Natasha prompts while gently nudging your side and breaking you from your daze. “Any guys out there you think are first date material?”

You shift uncomfortably now that the spotlight is on you and try to mask the embarrassment that washes over you in response to the question. You know your answer, but you think you’d rather die than admit the truth. You try to remain as nonchalant as possible by offering a seemingly uninterested shrug and answering with a quiet ‘No,’ but you unfortunately can’t hide the truth from a mind reader.

“She has a crush on Barnes,” Wanda blurts out before she can stop herself, causing your eyes to widen in horror at being exposed. Natasha lets out an amused huff while her counterpart quickly utters out apologies. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say it. It’s just your thoughts get so loud when you think about him.”

“You don’t need to be a mind reader to know that,” Natasha jokes much to your dismay.

“Is it really that obvious?” You groan before allowing your head to fall back against the couch in defeat. Wanda pats your arm sympathetically, obviously still guilty about her slip up. You’re just thankful no one else is in the tower other than the three of you.

“Not to him,” the Widow consoles with a faint smile, “the man isn’t exactly the greatest at navigating social interactions. But I’ve seen the way you look at him from across the room and how your eyes light up when Steve puts you together on missions. You like him.”

“It’s pathetic, I know,” you admit with a defeated sigh, looking between the two in despair. “I don’t even know how it happened! One day we’re just teammates and the next I’m suddenly realizing just how blue his eyes are instead of paying attention to a debrief.”

“There’s nothing pathetic about your feelings,” Wanda says with a comforting smile, “it’s only natural. Maybe you should try talking to him about it.”

You look at her as if she’s grown a second head before scoffing at her suggestion. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no way I’d ever be his type. Besides, he probably sees me as some kid considering I’m only twenty-six and he’s basically a hundred years old.”

Natasha can’t help but to let out a small chuckle at your predicament before taking the remote from your fidgety hands. You don’t exactly appreciate her amusement towards your self-depreciating rant, but you know she means well, and you also know you have a tendency to be a bit dramatic.

“Don’t sell yourself short, y/n/n,” she advises before finally deciding to hit play on a random comedy movie. “Remember that you’re the prize, and any guy or girl would be lucky to have you. Besides, you’ll never know what could happen if you don’t give it a shot.”

The conversation ends there as your trio becomes engrossed with the movie, but her words linger on your mind for the rest of the night. You really doubt Bucky could have anything but platonic feelings for you, and it would be embarrassing to confess your feelings only to have him shoot you down. You don’t think you could show your face around the tower again if that were to happen, but you also know that you would give anything to win the super soldier’s heart.

Your inner turmoil persists, and you go to bed that night unsure of how to move forward.

~~~

“Barnes, y/l/n, how are you holding up?”

“We’re pretty much fucked, Cap,” you grunt into your earpiece after being slammed against a wall. You thought the room had been cleared, but you were soon proven wrong by the assailants who had been hiding in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Bucky was currently taking on three on his own while you tried to fight off the woman who seemed hell bent on killing you. “If I survive this will I still be written up for swearing?”

“Focus, y/n,” Natasha’s voice chimes in. “Do you guys need backup?”

You manage to chance a glance over at Bucky and see that he’s fairing rather well on his own, and after returning your attention back to your own attacker, you swiftly lift your knee so that it slams into her gut and forces her to stumble back. It doesn’t take you long to disarm her and render her unconscious so that she no longer proves to be a threat, and you’re finally able to return to your own task.

“No, we’re good. Bucky should be able to hold them off while I plant the chip into the computer system,” you finally reply before setting to work. “It shouldn’t take long.”

“I hope so because they’ve got reinforcements already on the way,” Tony alerts over the earpiece. “You need to be out of there within the next five minutes.”

“Yep, you got it,” you affirm before looking over your shoulder to see Bucky finishing off the last of your attackers. His broad shoulders rise and fall with his labored breaths, hair falling perfectly into place and blue eyes looking up to meet your gaze. You swallow nervously and return your attention to the computer in an attempt to act inconspicuous. Luckily for you, the files you came for have been uploaded. “Alright, let’s get out of here before someone slams me up against another wall.”

“What?” Bucky retorts, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and cheeks slowly turning red at your poor choice of words. You pay him no mind and begin your trek towards the exit, though your stomach flips at the mere thought of having him cage you in against a wall and having you at his complete mercy. You shudder and try to shake the thoughts away, but it’s hard to do so when the man in question is right beside you matching your brisk pace.

“You okay?” He asks, eyes scanning your figure for any sign of injuries.

“Definitely going to have a bruise in the morning, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you note with an easygoing smile.

“I’m on dinner duty tonight,” Bucky notes thoughtfully before kicking down the doors and clearing your path to the outside. “You interested in lending a hand?”

“Oh, definitely. You and Steve can’t be trusted with dinner anymore after the last time.”

“I’ll have you know tuna casserole was a popular dish back in my day,” he retorts defensively only to make you laugh instead.

“Okay, grandpa, whatever you say,” you giggle much to his annoyance. He retaliates by playfully nudging your side with his elbow so that you stumble away, but he can’t hide the amused smile on his face at your antics.

“It’s about time,” Tony retorts impatiently after you two finally make it to the Quinjet. “I’d appreciate some sense of urgency, you know.”

“You said be back in five minutes, it’s only been three,” you reply defensively only to earn an eye roll from the man.

“You and Barnes can flirt with each other on your own time,” he quips to your dismay. You immediately feel yourself heat with embarrassment and do everything your power to avoid looking at Bucky who shifts uncomfortably beside you.

“We weren’t-“ Bucky starts to say only for Tony to interrupt.

“I don’t need the details, I just need both of your butts on the quinjet now.”

You’re mortified as you step foot inside where the rest of the team sits waiting. All eyes land on you and Bucky, and you try to ignore their gazes as you take your seat beside Wanda.

“If it makes you feel any better,” she whispers after leaning in closer to you, “his thoughts about you are loud, too.”

You swallow nervously and chance at a peek at the super soldier only to find he’s already looking right at you. You immediately turn your gaze towards the floor before sinking down sullenly into your seat.

It’s going to be a long flight home.

~~~

The tower is silent when you make your way to the living room in search of a distraction from the terrible nightmare you’d just endured. Your body still trembles with unease despite the blanket you have wrapped tightly around your figure, and it was times like these where you heavily contemplated begging Wanda to use her powers on you despite her reluctance to manipulate your mind.

There isn’t anything good playing this late on TV, but you don’t mind watching reruns of old sitcoms if it means you don’t have to sit in silence. You fixate your gaze on the screen, but you’re hardly paying any mind to your surroundings as you simply begin to dissociate. No one knows about the night terrors or the bad dreams that plague you after missions; you fear coming off as weak or unprepared for the life of an Avenger by telling any of your teammates about your dilemma, so you’ve learned to deal with it on your own by escaping through trivial distractions.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t detect the presence of someone else in the room until a hand rests on your bare shoulder. You jump, obviously startled as your wide eyes look to the perpetrator sitting beside you. Bucky immediately yanks his hand back and raises his hands in surrender, his features apologetic at having startled you.

“Sorry, sorry,” he immediately says. “I tried calling your name first but you weren’t exactly responding. You okay?”

“Yeah, I um- sorry,” you utter with a soft shake of your head before swallowing, “I just got lost in thought I guess.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

You normally would have insisted you were fine and tried to change the topic, but there was something about the gentleness in his eyes and the comfort his presence brought you that made it easier for you to open yourself up. You sigh, shifting in place so that you’re facing him now. He offers you a an encouraging smile and already you can feel yourself melting.

“Sometimes I have night terrors,” you confess quietly, almost embarrassed to admit it out loud. “They usually tend show up after a mission or an intense fight. When they happen I just come out here and watch some TV until my brain shuts up enough for me to get some sleep. Pathetic, huh?”

Despite the humorless laugh you let out, Bucky frowns before uttering, “I don’t think that’s pathetic at all. I get it. This job is tough, and sometimes you see things you can’t unsee no matter how hard you try. Don’t beat yourself up for having a normal human reaction to trauma.”

“You sound just like a therapist,” you tease, prompting him to let out a sheepish laugh in return.

“I may have picked up a thing or two in therapy myself,” he admits. A beat passes before he takes your hand in his own and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Just know that if you ever need help chasing the nightmares away, I’m right here.”

Your heart pounds in your chest while the warmth of his hold encompasses your hand and spreads throughout your entire body. His eyes are full of sincerity, but you also detect something that you’ve never seen from him before. This look is different than the ones he normally gives you, more intimate, and you find yourself nervously biting the inside of your cheek while trying to decipher what it could be.

“Thank you,” you finally voice with a tired smile. Wanting to lighten the mood, you ask, “How come you’re up this late, anyway?”

“Made the mistake of having a cup of coffee after dinner,” he confesses with an embarrassed chuckle. “You mind if I keep you company?”

“Of course not, silly,” you retort as if it’s the most absurd question you’ve ever heard.

You and Bucky settle into a comfortable silence as you tune in to the sitcom playing on the TV screen. A sense of calm has washed over your body now that you’re no longer being tormented by the remnants of your nightmare, but there’s still a part of you that remains nervous around the man you secretly harbor feelings for. You find your mind drifting back to what Wanda had said you earlier and wonder if there was any truth to her words. What did she mean by it?

“Can I ask you something?” Bucky prompts after the episode ends.

“Anything,” you reassure him, grabbing the remote to lower the television’s volume so that he can have your undivided attention.

“I know it’s just your way of poking fun at me, but when you call me ‘grandpa’ or ‘old man,’ is that… that’s not how you see me, is it? Old?”

You’re honestly taken back by his comment, not expecting him to have thought this heavily into the subject. Of course you knew the man was out of his time, and if he had been given the chance to age naturally you most likely would not be sitting here on this couch with him, but you had never thought less of him because of the fact.

“No, of course not! Honestly sometimes I forget you’re technically 106.”

Bucky lets out a chuckle at that, but there’s still doubt lingering on his features as he self-consciously looks down at his hands in his lap. “I just see you with Peter and Wanda sometimes and wonder if I’m too old for you to be hanging around with.”

You shift closer to Bucky so that you can rest a comforting hand on his bicep, prompting him to lift his head and meet your softhearted gaze. Your entire being emanates warmth and tenderness, and it draws the soldier right in to you. You have no idea the effect you have on him or the way a single brush of your fingertips against his skin can satiate the yearning he feels every time he looks at you. Wanda had been telling you the truth; his thoughts are always loud when you’re around him.

“I guess sometimes it’s easier to connect with them considering we’re closer in age, but I like that you and I are so different because of it. I think there’s more to learn with you and more to appreciate. I genuinely enjoy any minute that’s spent with you,” you confess adamantly, prompting the corner of his lips to quirk up. “Besides, it’s going to take a lot more than a number to scare me away from you.”

Bucky only responds by wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you into a long awaited hug. You try to stifle your gasp of surprise at suddenly being so close to him, and you hope he doesn’t pick up on the fact that your heart is nearly beating out of your ribcage. You feel his lips press to the top of your head and swear you must be dreaming this because there’s no way the Avenger you’ve pining after for months is now so boldly giving you his affection.

“How about we go away for a weekend?” He finally says after holding you in silence for some time.

“Go away?” You repeat, curiously peeking up at him.

“Leave New York, explore somewhere new,” Bucky reiterates, his features relaxed as he looks down upon you with an adoring gaze. “Be regular people for a few days.”

“I’d like that,” you profess quietly, sighing in contentment when the man pulls you against his chest once more before settling back against the couch. You can feel your eyelids already starting to become heavy, and the soothing circles he rubs into your back doesn’t help. You don’t want this moment with Bucky to end, but you also know that there’s so much to look forward to.

“Bucky?” You hum quietly after allowing your eyes to flutter shut.

“Yes, doll?”

“When we go away for the weekend, can we be regular people in a relationship?”

You feel his body gently shake from the quiet laugh he lets out at your response. You feel his lips press to your forehead as you drift to sleep, missing his answer when he replies, “I’d want nothing more.”

~~~

You slept through the rest of the night without issue; Bucky’s comforting presence was enough to lull you into a peaceful rest, and you entrusted him to chase away the nightmares for you. The two of you remained entangled together on the couch all the way until sunrise, and neither of you had bothered to consider the repercussions of your actions in the morning.

“I feel bad waking them,” Steve sighs, arms crossed over his chest as he and Natasha look down on your sleeping forms. There’s an almost proud smile on his face as he takes in the sight of his best friend holding the woman of his dreams in his arms.

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let them sleep a little longer,” Natasha notes with a knowing smile before promptly ushering the blond out of the entertainment room. Unbeknownst to either of you, by the time you wake up you’ll be the talk of the tower.

“So how much do you owe Wanda?” Steve asks after quietly shutting the door behind him. Natasha lets out a disappointed sigh.

“I’m out twenty bucks. I bet it would take at least another week before they finally got their heads out of their asses and confessed. But I guess as long as they’re happy…”

“That’s all that matters,” Steve finishes for her with a nod.

The team is happy they’ll no longer have to endure your obvious pining over each other, and they make sure to tell you so when you finally wake up.

It’s an eventful morning to say the least.

[fear-is-truth]

loser bf! RODRICK HEFFLEY hc

tags — fem!reader﹒sfw + nsfw﹒headcanons

loser bf!rodrick, who makes a huge show of pda whenever his brother is around. he’ll sling his arm around your shoulder and be like, “yeah, greg. my girlfriend. isn’t she hot?” greg is still fully convinced rodrick’s paying you to be his fake girlfriend, though he has no idea where he’s got the money.

loser bf!rodrick, who lets you sit in on band practice and tries so hard to keep it together, but the second his bandmates start flirting with you, he completely falls apart. his drumming gets so off-tempo that they have to stop and start over.

loser bf!rodrick, who lent you his algebra textbook and completely forgot he’d been doodling your name with his last name all over the margins. when you handed it back, smirking, he looked like he wanted to die.

loser bf!rodrick, whose idea of a date is a night drive to the gas station, where you both load up on slushies and hot dogs. you sit in the parking lot and steal bites off each other’s food (even though you have the same toppings)

loser bf!rodrick, who awkwardly asked his mom to use the “nice-smelling” laundry detergent on his shirts because he knows you like to steal them after having sex and he doesn’t want you thinking he’s gross.

loser bf!rodrick, whose mom acts like you’re already part of the family, offering you snacks and calling you “sweetie” every time you visit. she loves to (unintentionally) embarrassing her eldest son by showing you all of his baby pictures. all the while rodrick hides in the basement.

loser bf!rodrick, whose dad corners you during family dinners and awkwardly tries to sell you on how “rodrick is really a fine young man, despite, uh… some quirks.” you just nod politely while rodrick sits there, sinking into his chair with a beet-red face.

loser bf!rodrick, whose bandmates are constantly making moves on you, asking if you “need anything” during practice or offering to carry your stuff. rodrick will get so pissed that he threatens to kick them out of the band. you think it’s hilarious how defensive he gets.

loser bf!rodrick, who always gives you the front seat in his van, no questions asked. greg has to squish in the back with the instruments, too bad lol.

loser bf!rodrick, who pretends to be terrible at eyeliner just so you’ll do it for him. in return, he paints your nails—or you can also paint his (in exclusively black).

loser bf!rodrick, who acts reluctant whenever you drag him into photobooths at the mall. the two of you end up making the dumbest faces before you lean in and kiss him right on the mouth… with tongue.

loser bf!rodrick, who lets you doodle on his arm with a sharpie, and he refuses to wash them off. they stay there until they fade completely.

loser bf!rodrick, who finally starts wearing deodorant consistently because of you. it’s not even something you asked him to do—he just noticed you sniffing his shirts a little more critically and panicked. now, he’s always freshly applied before seeing you.

loser bf!rodrick, who gets hard every time you kiss him.

loser bf!rodrick, who tries his best to keep his room somewhat presentable whenever you come over. he knows it’s still a fucking disaster by normal standards, but for rodrick, clearing a path to the bed is a grand romantic gesture.

loser bf!rodrick, who’s obsessed so with seeing your hickeys on him. he never bothers to hide them—in fact, he wears them like badges.

loser bf!rodrick, who almost accidentally used the wrong side of the condom when you had sex for the first time.

loser bf!rodrick, who absolutely melts when you tug on his hair during sex. he didn’t even realise he had a thing for it until the first time you did it. now, he practically begs for it without using words, tilting his head back and grinning like a total idiot whenever your fingers get close.

loser bf!rodrick, who keeps every random thing you’ve ever given him — notes you’ve passed to him in class, concert tickets, even candy wrappers.

loser bf!rodrick, who hates being bossed around but will do anything you ask, especially if it involves you kissing his cheek or ruffling his hair in thanks. he’s so whipped and everyone knows it.

loser bf!rodrick, who brags to greg about how sexy and smart and pretty you are, just to rub it in, but secretly feels like he doesn’t deserve you. he gets this dumb, soft look on his face whenever you’re around, like he still can’t believe you chose him.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[classyrbf]

YOU'RE PREGNANT! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...how the jjk men(toji, gojo, geto, nanami, choso) act when you’re 9 months pregnant and ready to pop

INFO...jjk men x fem!reader, fluff, comfort, reader is pregnant (obvi), mention of mood swings, cravings, emotional reader, jjk men being great dads

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

TOJI

toji has already dealt with this kind of thing before when it came to megumi, but it’s been so long that he’s almost forgotten what it was like. You’re waddling around the house, a stank look on your face as you stare at him. “Yes?” He questions, eyebrows raised. “I want food,” you simply answer. “Okay, what do you want?” He asks. And when you tell him you’re not sure, he lets out a long sigh because he knows this is gonna end in you getting emotional. You’ll complain your back hurts, your feet hurt, and then you’ll end up cursing him out for putting a baby in you. So all he does is walks over to you, and hugs you because he’d rather do that than get into a stupid argument about food. “Toji!” You cry into his arms. “I’m just so hungry and I don’t know what to eat!” You sniffle. To help with your problem, he starts listing off every fast food restaurant and food he could think of in hopes you’d find one appealing enough. “Chinese food?” He shrugs. You gasp with excitement. “Ugh, yes! Me and the baby could go for some orange chicken!” You smile. Toji just chuckles, “making the call right now, sweetheart.” He watches as you waddle over to the couch, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

GOJO

ever since he found out you were pregnant, he was at the stores buying whatever supplies he saw, doesn’t matter if you needed it or not. And till this day, when you’re about a few weeks from popping, he’s still buying the baby things. “What do you think of this, eh?” He smirks, holding up a onesie that says “my dad is the best”. “You’re gonna spoil her rotten, is what I think,” you groan as you reach into the bag to see what else he bought for your daughter. “More toys?” You hold up a fake set of plastic keys. Gojo snatched them from you. “I’ll have you know that she will be learning life skills at a very young age, thank you very much,” he scoffed. All you did was laugh, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Your daughter’s room was filled to the brim with clothes, toys, blankets, you were starting to wonder if you had any more room. “I can already tell she’s going to be a daddy’s girl,” you said with a sigh, rubbing your belly. “Yes she is,” Gojo leaned in towards your very plump belly, “isn’t that right?” He placed a kiss on your stomach.

NANAMI

nanami is the type that doesn’t let you do a damn thing by yourself. You’re reach for something to high on the shelf, he’s sprinting towards you, ready to be at your service. “Be careful,” he says, rubbing your back. “Kento, I got it,” you chuckle. His eyes are always on you, watching your every move. Especially when you’re in public, he hates when people get too close to you. He knows others don’t watch their surroundings and could easily bump into you. “Ken!” You shout from the bedroom. “Yes?” He peeks his head around the corner. “Can you help me get my shoes on, I can’t even reach,” you pout. Within seconds he’s on his knees, slipping on your sandals, and tying them around your ankle. He will even go as far as to paint your toes if you forgot because he knows how much you hate not having them done. Like I said, he won’t let you do a thing by yourself. “Thank you, Ken,” you kiss his lips.

GETO

geto literally pampers you. I’m not saying he acts like nanami, but I’m saying that he makes your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. “Sugu, baby, can you rub my feet? They’re swollen.” You frown. “Of course.” He grabs the lotion and casually massages your feet while you’re both watching a movie, and literally over the course of your pregnancy he’s become the best masseuse ever. He’ll also randomly creep up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist before lifting your belly, feeling the weight off of your back. “Feel better, mama?” He kisses your cheek. “So much better.” You nod, closing your eyes as you embrace the moment. You’ve even found it hard to shower while being pregnant and geto takes it upon himself to help you, albeit jumping in the shower with you or sitting on the edge of the tub while you’re in the bath. “Is the water too hot?” He rubs the soapy water over your shoulders. “It’s perfect.”

CHOSO

I’m sorry but choso is clueless. Not in a bad way, but in like a panicky way. You’re an emotional wreck through your pregnancy, moods swings like crazy. “Can you just get out please?!” You’re annoyed with him, bothered about the littlest thing ever and then in the next two minutes you’re walking out the room just crying and apologizing to him, kissing his cheek. He has no idea what the hell is going on, and you’d think he’d learn after nine months, but no. All he can is just sit there and comfort you. “It’s fine,” he assures. He gets your favorite food that you’ve been craving for the past two weeks, eating it non stop and then within a split second you’re gagging, pushing the food away. “Oh my gosh, Choso! Please throw it away, it tastes so bad.” You gag again. “But…I…you were just eating this yesterday…?” He’s says, confused before throwing the bowl of food in the garbage. Quite literally doesn’t understand anything, just confused to all hell, but he’s trying his best.

[mynameisjag]

Prompt by: @shiwalkers-ineffability

DpxDc snarky danny lives in Gotham and is just trying to get a degree but keeps almost getting adopted by various members of the Justice League

“Listen, I’m not like 12 or whatever age you think I am, I am an adult that is going to his class at college, I am near graduation and would like to focus more on that then whatever issue it is you have with me.”

To be fair to Dick, the guy in front of him really did look like a middle schooler…a middle schooler that just came out of a package store with a bag filled with various types of alcohol.

The face glaring up at him still had baby fat, voice still at that young age, a little on the too thin side but not unhealthy yet…he looked like he just got back from the playground. How and why did the store owner sell him alcohol?

“I can see it in your face, it’s the same one all those other heroes had when they ran into me, I have an I.D., I have a job, I fucking pay taxes, I do not need help or supervision. Fuck off.”

And the guy was moving, short legs stomping away.

“Wait, hold on, I still have questions!”

There was a sigh and the kid turned around to stare at him, “What? I do not need the furry brigade busting into my apartment, so get what you want to ask out of the way. Fucking worse then red underwear guy back in Metropolis.”

“You mean Superman?”

“I don’t care what his name is, he thought I was a lost kid and took me to the precinct to call my parents. Got laughed at is all what happened.”

“What’s with all the alcohol?”

“College student, just aced an extremely hard and taxing test and me and some friends are celebrating and it was my turn to do the alcohol run and before you continue on with this, yes, the guy checked my ID, I’m old enough by several years. Just do your weird stalker thing and look me up.”

“Right, ‘weird stalker thing?,’”

“You are not and won’t be the last “hero” to make this mistake.”

Nightwing just smiled and tapped on his communicator, “Hey, Oracle-“

“-Tell Danny I said hi and leave him alone, this is a Babydoll situation.”

“Oh, um, Oracle says hi…”

“Glad she remembers me from the last couple of times, so tell her hello and goodbye, I’m on a schedule.”, and with that Danny was storming off.

“Oof, this happen a lot, O?”

“You have no idea.”

[timmydraker]

When Tim is seven, they have a parent career day at his school. The point of the project is to showcase to other classmates, staff and the parents and families that visit what their parent or parents do for a living.

A lot of the students have businesmen for dads and stay at home mums, as typical for the high class, but not all of them do. Some are CEO’s, some own a unique company or business, or got their wealth from sports or entertainment.

For Tim, his parents have two very unique jobs even if they are technically from generational wealth, that being Drake Industries that creates medical supplies as well as funds vehicles like ambulances and fire trucks. Stuff that looks great on paper and gets them support even if the two care little for it and more for their second form of income.

Janet was more into the archeology that showed history in culture and progression of society, story telling and proof of civilisations, while Jack was far more fond of the animals that existed or still do and how they have changed.

So naturally, Tim excitedly chose to talk about their extensive work in the latter.

Janet had single handedly proved several historical theories true and false, her unrelenting determination to proving she was right and using her connections and charming nature to do so.

Jack had discovered a whole new dinosaur that he named after his wife, as well as being one of the loudest in discussion of such beings and their feathers.

Tim found he enjoyed his mother’s work most, as cool as dinosaurs were, because his mother had taught him about how ropes and cogs were once all the ‘technology’ anyone had.

So, Tim Drake set about showcasing his mums hard work and after being denied brining a rare pot she had found, he decided to make a copy of it out of clay in the schools art room. The teacher helped him with dry hands and a kind smile, excited on his behalf as he so clearly enjoyed the process and seeing how else clay crafts were used.

Tim stood proudly at his table, several paragraphs written out and printed out for people to read about his parents achievements and a diagram of the skeletal structure his father had discovered not long after Tim was born. Many people praised him, saying how well he did for such a young age, only to be even more awed when he explained he made the pot himself and it wasn’t the real deal, but a replica.

It depicted Aphrodite as she stood over roses, at the time white but some clearly darkening as the thrown cut her foot, while she made her way over to a figure that was known to be Adonis as he laid dying from a boar beside him. It looked very simpler to real Greek art, though of course a little wonky and with less dirt and ancient clay, but the pottery was exceptional by a child’s hand. Hell, even a teenager.

Tim was so very happy, waiting patiently for his parents to come and see what he had done, how he had shown everyone in his school how cool and clever they were and even made some of the olde kris look at him with jealousy, but…

They never came.

Not because they were hurt or sick or worse, dead, but because they were too tired from their trip they had gotten back from a week ago.

But Tim was a Drake, he wouldn’t show his growing anxiety and fear, instead he stood tall and spoke animatedly too anyone who would listen and avoided questions on where Janet and Jack were just like they had taught him to when pushed for sensitive information.

Tim took the pot home and Janet smiled at him, telling him it was ‘nice’.

She didn’t point out the errors or anything, said nothing bad and had no disgusted expression, she just… called it nice. And moved on.

Seven year old Tim smashed the pot against his bed room wall and cried his eyes out until he fell asleep.

When he woke up he came to a conclusion: he simply hadn’t done a good enough job and if he was more accurate, had less bumps and used more polish, he’d get a better reaction.

So that’s what he did.

The second pot got a confused brow furrow and he was asked why he was showing it again, after all they were busy people and they had already seen it?

Tim made a different one and got a similar answer to the first, though Jack did give him a pat on the head!

Tim decided to make a few, perfect his craft more, until he showed them more so he could truely wow them.

Yet a funny thing happened while he made his replica pots and bowls.

He started to have fun.

Soon it became known to the staff at his school that if you couldn’t find Timothy, he wasn’t flagging school, he was in the art room. Given he had such good grades and had plenty of friends, none of them had a problem with this as it wasn’t affecting him badly.

Tim made a mug for his art teacher that was shaped to look like a tree stump and asked for help to paint it from his friend Ives whose mother was an artist, who got tips from his mum and taught his friend how to shade and paint on canvas first.

As thanks, Tim made Ives a little clay mushroom charm that the other boy made into a bracelet.

Eventually Tim is having so much fun with his crafting he’s even having to buy creams and ointments so his hands don’t get so cracked and cry. He has a whole draw for his art clothes lest he get too many dirtied, as well as a shelf in the art room for his creations.

By the time he’s nine he hasn’t shown his parents many of his creations and while he enjoys the bits of praise he gets, the lacklustre response just bums his out, so he stops. They aren’t mad about it, nor are they really in favour of it, they just don’t seem to care all that much.

Tim knows better than to waste their time too much and just enjoys their company when he can.

When Tim becomes Robin he’s started commissions within his school and friend group, including a smoking tray for Kevin, a chess piece set for Wesley and a rose candle holder for Darla.

Ives gets the most bit that’s because he gives them to his mum as gifts.

He stops his craft while he trains, usually too tired to do so, but finds making simple vases and bowls is calming for his mind. Batman tells him he needs to have ways to detach from his night life so they don’t get too blurred, a mistake he himself made, and so Tim uses his clay craft to do that.

He makes Bruce a mug shaped like a bat for him to have in the cave and it’s the first thing that starts to break Bruce in regards to seeing Tim as more than just the new Robin.

Tim makes Alfred a kettle pot, a simple thing as it’s his first time doing so, and paints it with buttercups.

Barbara gets a big eye charm that has several little ones hanging off wires from its base. The window charm moves with her to the clock tower even years after.

He makes Dick an elephant with pink markings over it like the one he saw on the circus posters from The Flying Grayson’s. Dick still ain’t happy about there being someone in his brothers suit, not really, but he was never going to truely take that out on Tim and seeing the sweet gift left in his car makes him feel a little lighter.

It still hurts them all to see a young boy in their house that’s not Jason, but with Tim being so different they soon stop making the comparisons so much. There’s still damage down, words that will stick with Tim, but it’s not as bad.

Tim makes Cass whole collection of little things like a tiny duck and frog, as well as hats for them. He makes her a plate that’s just for her with a teddy bear curled around a heart, her initials on the back.

He makes Steph a stupidly intricately engraved brick all for the inside joke between them, but the way she cackled is well worth it.

His teammates get so many gifts he can’t count them all, though his favourite will be the mini versions of them he made and that they put as the centre piece of the towers dining table.

When Jason comes back he doesn’t make anything, not even when the misunderstandings have been cleared up. Jason openly refuses to change his violent ways even if he promises to be more friendly, but that’s not why. Tim is still so hurt at seeing his childhood hero so broken that he can’t bear to think of it, until he watches Bridgerton of all things and starts to think differently.

Tim comers how different Jason must feel and how lonely that must feel, so he makes him something special. It by all means looks like a book even it’s an all clay, though the bones and flowers over the binding give it away with their glistening. Jane Austin’s Sense and Sensibility was hard to paint, and that wasn’t never one of Tim’s strengths, so he doesn’t do the cover art and instead writes out the letters prettily and hopes it’s enough.

Jason never responds to the gift outwardly, but the way he ruffled Tim’s hair just to annoy the other tells him enough.

Duke gets three necklaces that piece together to make one big charm, blending together in a colourful spiral perfectly. One is for him, the other two for his catatonic parents. When he realises what Tim made them for her cries, hugging Tim so tightly he’s afraid he’ll pop.

Damian is the last to receive any gift, their rivalry far too strong, though it ironically Tim’s favourite.

The stump like cup has several little mushroom cups around its sides and set of dips fit for a paintbrush. Tim explains the centre is for water and the other parts made for water colour paints or even acrylic, though that will be harder to clean even with the setting spray.

Damian claims to not use it and only Alfred knows how he asks how to properly clean it without causing damage.

Tim never truely gets to show his parents his hobby, not even when his mum goes and he and his father get a little closer. It hurts him naturally, though when he spots an old high school friend at a coffee shop asking for a drink in her keep cup he made her, he decides that his city has given him what he needed. Gotham and its people, his friends and those who watched him grow up, they gave him the acknowledgment and encouragement he wanted from Jack and Janet.

It’s not perfect, his city isn’t, but neither was his first pot.

[obsesssedblerd]

more sukuna with his baby daughter pretty please? 🥺 love the idea of a big evil scary monster being so soft also ily ❤️

Early Mornings

The sound of tiny hands pitter-pattering across the floor wake Sukuna up instantly, and he looks towards the ground to see his daughter crawling towards the bed you two share. When he remembers that she was, in fact, put in her crib last night, he scoffs at her. “How did you escape?” He asks tiredly.

The baby girl stops crawling once she reaches the bed, then smiles when she looks up at her father. She coos, reaching her arms towards him, requesting that he pick her up. Uppies, you called it. 

“That does not answer my question.” 

“Bwah?” she coos again, and Sukuna knows that she means, ‘please?’ from spending countless hours speaking with her.

She pouts cutely, and Sukuna rolls his eyes before giving in, reaching low enough to gently scoop her up in his arm. He carefully places her in between him and you, who is just beginning to wake up. Upon seeing your daughter, you gently smile, still a bit sleepy. “Hi, my sweet girl,” you greet quietly, using a finger to stroke her chubby cheek. “Did you sleep well?”

As the young princess giggles, you look over at Sukuna, who was watching you two closely. You’re always so beautiful, even first thing in the morning when you wake up. “The brat has escaped her enclosure,” he mumbles. 

“...Enclosure?” You snort. “Ryo, please, it’s called a crib. You make it seem like she’s a wild animal.” 

“She may as well be. I knew she’d be crawling around this age, but I wasn’t expecting climbing. That’s the only way she got out. She learns fast.” 

“I expected that,” you say, allowing your daughter to wrap her hand around your finger, her scarlet eyes glimmering with happiness. “She’s the daughter of the king of curses, after all.” The baby yawns, and you laugh quietly, reaching over to your bedside table to grab a spare pacifier. “Someone’s still sleepy. Just wanted to lay down with us, didn’t you?” 

Sukuna watches his daughter crawl across the space between you and him, and he allows her to move into the crook of his large, muscular arm. She curls up and settles there comfortably, and he feels his heart warm at the sight.

She just wanted to sleep with him holding her.

“Aw,” you sigh as the baby’s eyes begin to droop. You place the pacifier in her mouth, which she accepts almost immediately. When she falls asleep, you look at your husband, whose eyes are soft as he stares at the tiny bundle in his arm. “After a little while, I can put her back in her crib,” you offer. 

“No,” he says with a gentle shake of his head, his voice quiet so he doesn’t wake her. “She can remain here. It’s what she wants.” 

You smile sweetly. When it came to your daughter, Ryomen Sukuna was truly powerless.

[multific]

The Wolf and The Rabbit

Cregan Stark x Reader

Summary: The meeting between the wolf and the rabbit never ended well. The wolf would devour the poor rabbit in seconds. And yet, this wolf would never harm the poor bunny.

When your betrothal was announced, it came as a surprise to you.

Cregan Stark is a feared warrior and for a reason.

He was brutal and killed men without a flinch. His sword drowned in the blood of men.

And yet, it was you he chose as his wife.

You have only met him once, when you were very young, both of you were actually. At the time, he called you a scared little bunny.

You didn't pay much attention to him, you only stayed in his father's Kingdom for a couple of days.

Sure, your house might not be as strong as his, but you held a great name. With a proud father and mother, you were a true Lady.

A Lady who was now declared to become the wife of Cregan.

"But Father, why me?" you asked your father who looked so proud.

"The word came from him, he chose you as his future wife."

"But... why?" you asked rather quietly as you looked at your mother.

"It doesn't matter why. He chose you, it is all that matters." your mother replied.

And soon, you were in a carriage, being delivered to him, wearing your finest dress.

You looked out of the small window of the carriage, letting out a long sigh.

"Why me?" was the question in the back of your head at all times.

As the carriage moved down the road, in between the trees, heading further and further North. 

You knew he would be waiting for you. 

He would be standing there. 

You wondered how he looked, how he had been since you had last seen him. 

From the tales, you knew he was fierce and strong. You couldn’t imagine what he looked like. As a young son, he was often told how he would be handsome. 

You couldn’t see it. But you were only a child, now you were a woman. 

Things might have changed. 

You at least hoped they did. 

You let out a sigh as you got closer and closer. The nervousness grew deeper and deeper in your heart as you got closer. 

Soon, you arrived and the door to your carriage opened. The cold immediately hit you. 

It wasn’t the kind of cold when you could see your breath, but you knew what was coming. 

Winter. 

Not so different from your home. 

Home. 

This was your home now. 

This will be your home now. 

You grabbed the servant's hand as you got out and soon, you saw him. 

His hair was shaved on the sides. He was handsome. 

Damn him. 

Even from afar, you could tell, he looked handsome. 

He wore fur over his clothes, keeping him warm as he stood tall and proud. 

He rolled his shoulders back as he saw you. You could see how he let out a sigh. 

“Lord Stark, I am here to announce you, Lady Y/L/N from the House of Y/L/N. As you wished, your bride is presented to you.” 

You bowed your head as you were introduced to him. You didn't look up or anywhere, but soon, you did look up.

Your eyes locked with him for the first time in a long while.

How cold and dark his were.

“How could I forget this Little Bunny.” He said with a smirk for a smile. 

You just kept your eyes on him. 

“My Lord.” You said as you waited for him to lead you into his home.

Lord of Winterfell had a home which looked incredible.

Snow has melted in some places, yet it is still present.

You liked it.

You were left in the hands of a servant who showed you the castle, The Great Keep.

And finally, your room.

"Lord Stark was very adamant about your sleeping arrangements," she said before she opened the door to his chambers. It was his. There were no questions about it in your mind.

The room felt and smelled like a man. It made you very nervous.

You were about to be a wife, his wife. It was up to you to make the Stark name strong and give him children. And that petrified you to no end.

“Why me?” you still asked yourself.

Even when you were left alone to catch a breath, your mind was running.

Soon, you were asked to join him during dinner.

You sat in the chair right next to him, to his right as he sat at the head of the table.

It was a feast, so many different food was placed in front of you, fruits you have never seen.

"I had them make everything as I do not know what you like, as of yet." his voice sounded strangely soft.

It almost didn't fit him.

And yet it did.

His eyes didn't meet yours, he only focused on the food in front of him.

"Thank you." you suddenly said, surprising both of you as you began to eat.

"Wine?" he asked and you nodded as a servant poured you a glass. "It is one which your father sent. Hopefully, it will make you feel more at home."

"Thank you," you said once more as you continued to eat. What felt like the first time in forever, you ate as much as you wished.

"You sure can eat." he suddenly said and you became aware of everything all at once.

"I'm sorry," you said as you pushed your plate and looked at him. "It is just... delicious."

"I'm happy you like it, I didn't mean to make you stop or anything," he said as he pushed the plate back in front of you.

"Oh, okay," you said as you continued to eat. Occasionally you looked at him, only to see that he was avoiding your eyes.

You wondered why he was doing it. You wanted to ask, ask how he ended up choosing you from all the women he could have chosen, he chose you.

Out of all the princesses and ladies, he wanted you. But why?  

You will have to find out one way or another.

But for now, you were taken to get washed even if you insisted that you were more than capable of doing it yourself.

You were quick to learn that Cregan Stark didn’t like the answer no.

And so, as you were bathing you asked one of the servants, “What kind of a man is Lord Stark?”

The servants looked at you with a smile.

“He is a wonderful ruler.” One of them said.

“I wish to know the real answer, not a political one, please.”

“He is a good man. A true warrior, he is always practising his sword, and he is a great leader. He always keeps his word. He will be a good husband.”

She did look as if she was telling the truth. At least that helped you to some degree.

But even if it wasn’t true, you feared that she would have not told you. After all, who would?

You knew the two of you would share a room, maybe you could get to know him more intimately.

At least you hoped to, but as soon as you got into bed, the soft furs embraced you and you almost immediately began to fall asleep.

You woke up the next morning.

His side of the bed was cold, which made you wonder if he even slept.

You were dressed in warm and beautiful fur as you headed out to the garden.

Although winter was almost here, and every tree and flower lost their colour, you still enjoyed the garden very much.

The lady who showed you around kept telling you stories about the garden and soon, you entered the training grounds.

"My Lady, we probably shouldn't be here," she said but you just dismissed her and continued on.

You didn't want these men to think that you were only a decoration, a pretty little thing too afraid of some blood and sweat.

But what you found rather interesting was Cregan. He was in the middle of practising his sword and all you could focus on was his muscles as he moved.

"Princess," he said when he saw you.

You were not a princess, you told him before, but he didn't care.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

"I'm having a walk. L-"

"Let me show you around," he said as he left to quickly put his sword down. You looked at the servant who had been walking with you, she simply bowed and left without another word.

You stood there as the men kept staring at you. You tried to softly smile at them as they kept murmuring between one another.

You knew those looks too well.

It made you so uncomfortable.

Finally, Cregan arrived back and you two quickly left the training grounds as he guided you back to his home.

"Do you believe in soulmates, Princess?" he suddenly asked and you looked at him in shock.

"Soulmates?"

"When I was a young pup, my mother told me a story. She said that every person is born as a half and it is up to them to find their other half. You see, she said in the beginning, men and women were one, but we angered the Gods and they separated the whole into two. It is said all of us a doomed to find our other half. And many of us don't while others do."

"I do remember my mother told me the same story."

"Then you must understand my feelings. When I first saw you. We were young and I didn't know back then what my feelings meant. However, now I do. We were meant to be. We are soulmates."

"You must be joking, Sir Stark. How can you believe that?"

"I believe it because I feel it. Do you not?"

"I-" You didn't want to say no, because truth be told, you never actually thought about it. But if you were honest with yourself, you did feel a certain pull towards him. "I'm not sure. Is this why you chose me as your bride?"

"Who else could I choose but you?" weirdly, you understood him, you should have thought he was crazy.

And yet you didn’t.

In your heart, this all felt so right.

“I used to watch you, Princess. Even as a young boy, I knew, there was something special between us. I asked for your hand in marriage because of this connection which I believe in. Do you also feel it?" he looked so hopeful.

His eyes shone as he took a step closer and held both of your hands in his.

"I asked your father for your hand but now, I ask you, Princess. Will you marry me?" you took a deep breath.

"You say such sweet things. Talking about destiny and love, Lord Stark, but how do I know you are truthful? How do I know your words are more than a deception to get closer to my family?"

"I had a feeling you would fear as such. It is why I tried to best my home with the things you like, to properly welcome you. Since I cannot share my feelings with you. I had a new library put in, since a garden in this weather would not hold."

"I will be your wife, Lord." you suddenly said. "Not because of your library or garden, but I do feel the same you claim to. And I'm tired of pretending that I don't. Ever since we were children, I never forgot about you. Even if it was so long ago." you looked into his eyes and they shined with happiness.

"My Love, I promise you will not regret being open about this. I plan on keeping you safe and happy. And tomorrow, after our wedding, I will give you an eternity filled with joy and love."

You believed him, you really did, after all he sounded extremely sincere.

You placed your hands on his chest as he pulled you in for a hug.

You knew this was the beginning of your forever with him.

---

The wedding went well. Suspiciously well.

You expected some kind of disaster.

But nothing.

You two were wed, and celebrated along with the guests.

Your parents were proud of you, you could see it in their eyes, but they also told you multiple times.

You danced, drank and had an amazing time at your wedding.

It was the very first time your husband kissed you and it felt as if everything just fell into place.

As if all of your hidden feelings came to the surface.

Then, years passed.

You heard of a war coming and you feared the worst.

You were with your first child when the news about the Dance of the Dragons came to Winterfell.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon came to ask your husband for his help during the war.

Of course, Cregan promised the Prince his men and sword.

"What bothers you, My Love?" he asked the same night, in the dark of your chambers as he sat on the bed while you stared at the fire.

"I fear my child will grow up without a father."

"I know how much you hate war, My Queen, but-"

"No buts Cregan, I understand why war is coming and I understand why you choose to partake."

"Then you must understand, I am doing it for our child and their future." he stood up and knelt on the floor in front of you. "I promise you, I will be back before our son is born."

"Or daughter." he laughed a little.

"Or little princess. You are right."

You put your hand on his cheek, running your thumb along his cheekbone.

"I love you, My Wolf."

"And I love you, My Wife." he moved his head and kissed your palm before he picked you up and carried you to your bed.

It might have been a simple story. A simple love story.

But it was yours and you knew it was special.

With a strong and dedicated husband, who would go to war for the future of your child and you.

Who trained a dozen wolves to protect you, who always made sure to not only tell you that he loved you but prove it to you in any and all ways that he could.

House of the Dragon Collection

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Cryptid Bruce

Martha and Thomas Wayne struggled to have a child for years and Thomas meets a shady man who tells him that a child will come to them soon

Thomas just ‘??? okaaaaaay’s him but in a week, Martha bursts into his office looking frazzled

“We’re being haunted.”

“….”

“Don’t give me that look, Thomas Wayne. The Manor. It’s haunted. Alfred! Tell him we’re being haunted!”

And Alfred comes in, also looking frazzled but to a lesser degree.

The two explain that things are moving around the Manor without any kind of explanation, but Thomas doesn’t believe them. Until he notices things in his office also being moved. The weirdest event is when they start hearing a child’s giggles. No explanation. None.

Not until Thomas, sleep deprived after going over paperwork for one too many hours, pops into the kitchen and…there is a child. Sitting on the kitchen counter.

The child, a boy, turns. Grins. Waves.

“Hi, daddy.”

—

Bruce, they name him, can melt into shadows. He finds it hilarious. Martha thinks she’s going to go grey at her young age. She adores him. Thomas adores him. He’s their son now.

The Waynes have a mysterious child, but they keep their private lives very private, so maybe they just successfully hid a pregnancy? And then a child. For…three years. They think Bruce is three, at least.

Despite how odd of a child Bruce is, they love him dearly. He’s some kind of miracle. A…very weird, possibly magical(?) miracle.

—

Dick thinks his adoptive father is strange. Extremely strange. Bruce makes absolutely no noise when he moves. He doesn’t cast shadows but he seemingly is able to *blend into them*. His smile, whilst genuine, seems a little too sharp.

He thinks he’s a vampire.

Bruce laughs so hard, he doubles over.

“No, but I am the Batman, so I guess you’re not far off.”

“…is this a joke?”

“Nope.”

“A dream?”

Bruce pinches him and Dick yelps.

Bruce doesn’t explain to Dick what he is, because he doesn’t have a clue himself. He just…is.

—

But when Jason comes along, he has a million and one questions. Bruce blinks at him.

“How did you do that? You literally *melted* into the shadows!”

Bruce shrugs.

“No. *No*. Explain.”

“I…can’t.”

“You said no secrets, B!”

Bruce puts his hands up defensively. “It’s not a secret! I really don’t know! It just…kind of happens.”

Jason stares at him. Bruce stands there. He seems to flicker? The edges of his body go a bit transparent and Dick knows he only does that when he’s stressed.

“Leave him alone, Jay. He’s telling the truth. He’s just…like that. But he’s still Bruce.”

It takes Jason two months to accept it. By then, his questions are more from genuine intrigue and wonder. He hides under Batman’s cape and somehow it’s spacious? It can even fit Dick at the same time. No one (but Bruce) can even hear them when they’re under there.

And then one day, when he goes to take a nap under Bruce’s cape, someone else is there.

“….B?”

“…”

“You know what I’m going to ask.”

“…”

“*Bruce*.”

“No real names, Robin.”

“No one can hear me!”

“…I didn’t kidnap him.”

“What his name?”

“Timothy Drake.”

“FROM DRAKE INDUSTRIES?”

And Tim wakes up, rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted and way too skinny, and all of a sudden, Jason understands why Dick has cooed at him the first night Bruce brought him home.

“Um…hi.”

“B, we’re keeping him.”

Jason doesn’t need to see Bruce’s face to know he’s smiling.

—

Damian just…appears. Bruce suddenly understands his parents’ reactions to his first appearance because nearly the same exact thing happens. Bruce wakes up from a nap. He doesn’t need to sleep very often, something Tim finds incredibly annoying, declaring it to be *unfair*. He wakes up, and curled against his chest is…a boy. Who looks a *lot* like him.

“Uh.”

The child wakes up, blinks at him w striking green eyes.

“Hello Father.”

What the fuck.

Dick slams his way into Bruce’s office, followed by Jason and Tim, who are bickering with each other.

“DAAAAAAAD, THEY WON’T SHU- oh. Steal another kid?”

“…he just appeared.”

“That’s the excuse you used for Jason.”

“No. Literally. I fell asleep. No kid. Woke up. Kid.”

“My name is Damian.”

“That’s no fair. You came pre-named?”

Damian is as odd as Bruce. Actually, he’s weirder. And stabby. Bruce finds him *delightful*. He adores him.

—

Dick is Nightwing, Jason is Red Hood (no death, he just thought it was a cool name), Tim is Red Robin, and Damian’s Robin.

Bruce is Batman. Despite being in his late 30s, he still looks like he’s in his mid 20s.

—

Batman stands in front of a bank robber who’s going on about their evil bank robbing plans. Nightwing pops his head out from beneath Batman’s cape.

“Can you get to the point?”

Red Hood pops out next.

“I’m getting bored.”

Red Robin follows.

“This is sad.”

Damian.

“Scum.”

Batman sighs.

“Why are all of you here?”

“Missed you.”

They all chime in.

The robber.

“How…how the *fuck-?*”

“Language. There are kids around.”

“B, I’m 23.”

“Says the boy taking a nap in my cape. And I was talking about Red Robin and Robin.”

“…’s comfy.”

“I’m eighteen???”

“F- Batman! I am not a child!”

There’s some shuffling sounds, no doubt Red Hood moving over to ruffle Robin’s hair.

“Whatever you say, Tiny Demon.”

And then Red Hood shrieks.

“No stabbing your brothers, Robin.”

“He called me small!”

“…you are.”

“This is insulting, F- Batman. I will grow to be as big as you. No. *Bigger*.”

The robber watches in confusion, mild amusement, and horror.

Batman sighs.

“We’ll talk about this later. Now, you were saying? Blowing up the bank, terrorizing the people.” Batman yawns. “Anything else?”

“Just take me to Arkham. I think I’m insane.”

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My Girls - MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x singlemom!reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warning: poking fun at max, dad!max, no use of y/n but daughters name is Aria

A/N: dad max content. I have a part 2 in mind so that will be coming soon

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"Can I ask you a question, it's totally okay if you say no."

"What is it?"

"When do you think I'll be able to meet her?" the question caught you off guard. 

You knew what he was asking, he was asking when he'd be able to meet your daughter. Being a young single mom was not in the books for you. With her father leaving before she was even born you quickly tossed out the idea of finding a relationship. Sure, there have been many instances where people dated single parents, but since you had her when you were young, the idea did seem impossible. You've been preparing for the moment for months, but it still caught you off guard. Coming up on a year of being together it was bound to happen. 

Noticing your silence he quickly tried to defuse the tension, "I mean it's totally up to you. I don't mean to rush you or anything, I want to let you know that I'm committed to you and I'm not going anywhere. I want to be there for both of you."

"Sure." 

"Sure?" He clarified, a smile spreading across his face quickly, one you matched instantly. A simple nod was all he needed to take you into his arms and give you the most bone-crushing hug. Seeing him make a big deal settled all your nerves.

Max's hand was shaking way too much to be meeting a 2-year-old. From the stories you told about the little one, he saw that she was friendly and was willing to meet new people so the fact that he was shaking so much was comical. He's had meetings with some of the richest people in the world and met world leaders, hell people would have this reaction meeting him and he would laugh it off saying he was just a normal person. So why was this little one making him more nervous than a race day? 

It had to do with the fact that she was yours—the light of your life and the only person in your life you prioritized. The more he thought about it, the more that person became you to him, and this was just the final step to make everything feel real. If the little girl didn't like you, he knew you wouldn't hesitate to break it off, and he couldn't blame you.

With one final head shake to try and get rid of the nervousness he knocked on the front door. Did he knock too hard that he startled the little one? Should he have knocked? Maybe he should have texted you he was outside. It's been months since he knocked on your door, having his own key to the place. Before he could think of any other ridiculous thoughts the door opened the reveal you, standing in all your glory with that welcoming gorgeous smile he fell in love with. 

"I can't believe meeting my kid got you out of wearing a Red Bull kit. I can't even get you to do that." Your teasing tone snapped him out of the trance. Max couldn't help but laugh at that being your comment in a situation like this. 

"It's just a black shirt schatje. I can hardly say I dressed up." he glanced looking down at his black shirt and some jeans. He would be lying if he said he didn't think about what to wear today. 

"Oh please, Max Verstappen outside of anything Red Bull is dressing up." 

"You're not helping." he groaned seeing as you were enjoying every minute of this. He was going to get payback, if everything went okay after all.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"How are you not?" He asked not seeing any concerning features. He expected you to be more worried and in a worse state than him actually.

"Because I know you, I know how great you are, and that my baby will love you." You smiled while wrapping your arms around his neck, Max immediately circling his around your waist. Maybe if you weren't worried he shouldn't be either. "Come on, she's expecting you." Grabbing his hand and pulling him further into the house.

Before he rounded the corner to the living room he heard the sound of what to be a Disney song playing on the speakers and toys clashing with one another. He's been to your house enough times to know how much toys littered the living room. When the living room came into view he saw the little girl sitting on the ground surrounded by blocks and little toys he didn't recognize. 

"Aria, baby. I want you to meet Mommy's friend. This is max. Can you say hi?" Max didn't leave your side as you leaned down to grab the girl's attention. Her eyes immediately locked onto his the second she recognized there was a stranger in her house.

"Hi!" She beamed up at the tall Dutchman with the biggest smile on her face. Seeing that smile every last bit of nerves washed away. Just like seeing your smile for the first time, he knew he was screwed in the best way possible. 

"Hi, Aria. Lovely to meet you."

"Can Max spend the day with us?" you then asked although, with one look at the smirk on your face, he knew the answer. 

"Play with me?" In the cutest voice Max ever heard, he wasted no time sitting next to the girl who held a stuffed cat up to his face.

"Of course. I would love to!"

"Baby, why don't you show Max your cars."

"My cars!" She excitedly said before running to her room to retrieve her cars. Not a second later she came back with a bag filled with a few cars. Max was expecting Hot Wheels or toys from the cars movie, in no way was he prepared for the girl to pull out a replica of his car. 

"Do you know the cars we watch every week? That's Max and that's his car." You pointed out watching the girl's face turn into shock. 

"You 1?" Turning to Max who held the same shock expression as hers.

"I am. You like cars?" At this, she let out a little squeal and pushed the car into his hand. 

One by one she pulled out every car she had even the names she gave each of them. Max was 1, the McLarens were orange, and more specifically Lando was 4. The Ferraris were horsey and the one Mercedes car being Lewis of course was pretty due to the fact that she could only point out Lewis out of his racing gear. 

By the end of the day, Aria was all tired out. After all day playing with Max and telling stories at dinner, she passed out beside Max on the couch while watching cars. Your choice of movie just to poke fun at Max more. Taking her to bed you saw that Max pulled out wine from the fridge and handed you a glass before settling on the couch. The stark contrast from the noise-filled day to the quietness of just you two was a reality check for Max. He made it through and from the way you were cuddled up into his side, he knew that he was right where he needed to be. 

"Thank you. For being so good with her, she loved you so much, probably just as much as me. You made her day and she is going to be excited to see you in the morning."

"You don't need to thank me for anything. I should be thanking you for letting me into the biggest part of your life. You are doing such a wonderful job with her, you're an amazing mother." At his confession, you couldn't help but feel tears brim your eyes.

"I'm sorry, silly thing to get emotional about but that means a lot. I'm just happy you accept me and her with everything we have going on." Before your hands could wipe the tears streaming down your cheek his hands wiped them away. 

"I meant it when I said I'm with you through everything. I wouldn't change anything about you or her. I want you to know I love you both and I'm not going anywhere."

"You're such a freaking sap Max Verstappen. If your fans could see you now." You teased making him chuckle. 

"The duality of you to turn a heartfelt moment into teasing me." 

"You signed up for it when you agreed to date me."  

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss.