#but these are real and serious and well founded concerns

[neverendingford]

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[windupaidoneus]

i need to sleep but im not happy about ittttt

[glamourscat]

May i please request headcanons, maybe a drabble of the batboys where reader is trying so hard to pretend that they don't know anything about their partner being a vigilante because they want to be told with trust and the boys are growing increasingly concerned about their s/o's obliviousness bcs like?? and the their s/o keeps saying things like "haha yeah!! red robin's super underground but that costume is pretty good timmy!" and "oh? i do have a thing for morally gray men, lovely red hood costume" whenever they accidentally see parts of the costume and can't pretend they didn't see it

idk i just think it would be funny af, ty in advance!!

i decided to go for drabbles. they are quite long so i only did jason and tim. should i do dick, maybe steph too, in the near future? let me know!

"You can't be serious," Jason thought. It's not that you're blind, and he’s not exactly being subtle. He knew from day one that being involved with a civilian meant the topic of his nightlife would eventually come to light. Before getting together you two had been friends for a long time, but he never quite managed to outright say, "Hey, by the way, I’m Red Hood." How do you even drop something like that into a conversation? 

Yet, as your relationship grew, more milestones came along and suddenly, you two were approaching your 2 year anniversary. Now, more than ever, as you found yourselves living together, Jason knew it was going to be harder to explain his secret. How many lies could he keep telling about going to help Roy or some emergency with Dick? How many nights could he still sneak out after you’d fallen asleep, only to return aching from a patrol?

So, he started leaving subtle hints. From his domino mask to his gloves… but hell, at this point, he might as well leave his whole costume out, because how in the hell are you not picking up on the clues?

“You know, Jay, that vigilante... What's his name? The one in red? Oh right, Red Hood. He’s pretty cool, right? I mean, he has a different approach than the others, i think some would say morally gray. I mean, hot.. Anyway, but—oh, wait, this is a lovely Red Hood costume! I didn’t know you were a fan too?!”

At that moment, Jason didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or do both at the same time. Maybe by accident—maybe not—he had left his entire costume out. And it wasn’t exactly cheap. The fabric was thick, heavy, it was definitely not something you’d find at a Spirit Halloween. Yet, you just folded it, didn’t ask any questions, and continued with your little chat.

“Doll, you got a moment?” he asked, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible because he was seconds away from laughing his lungs out.

“Yeah, Jay?” You looked at him, internally sweating. Did you give anything away? Did he suspect that you knew?

“You know, doll… that… the costume. I mean, it’s not fake, right? I…” He sighed, trying to find the right words.

“It’s real. Because I’m the Red Hood.” There. He’d said it. A relieved sigh left his lips as the words came out. Now comes the hardest part: your reaction. Would you laugh? Be shocked?

“Oh, yeah. I knew.”

What?

“What—? I beg your pardon?” Jason asked, his voice laced with disbelief, eyes scanning you to figure out if you were lying.

“I mean, you’re not exactly the most subtle, love, are you?” You said, amusement dancing in your eyes as you tried to hold back a smile. “Besides, I found out a while ago. I was just waiting, I suppose. It wasn’t my place to ask or say anything. I figured when you were ready, you’d say something.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

“Wait… when did you find out?” Jason raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Well, you see… It wasn’t that hard. At the beginning of our relationship when I’d tell you, ‘Hey, I’m going out with my friends tonight,’ and then coincidentally, when something happened—because it’s Gotham, let's be honest—there you were, Red Hood, swooping in to save the day. Always fleeting, never lingering too long. But what was really odd was that both Red Hood and my new boyfriend had the exact same walk style. Not to mention, Jay, mask or no mask, costume or no costume, I could still recognize you. Even in a crowded room.”

Jason just stood there, stunned. How had he missed all the signs? A part of him was relieved, he didn’t have to keep lying, but another part of him couldn’t believe he had been so obvious. You were too sharp for him to pull anything past you. And to think he was under the impression he had you fooled…

As he looked at you, he realized there was more to your patience than just waiting for him to confess. You’d known, but you’d never pushed him. It made him wonder how long you had really been aware. But now that it was out in the open, Jason found himself surprised by how easy the weight of the secret seemed to fall away. He’d been carrying it for so long, and yet, with you, there was no judgment, no shock. Just acceptance.

"You've always been patient with me," he murmured, his voice soft but grateful.

You gave him a warm, knowing smile, stepping closer. "Because I know you, Jason. And I know what you're doing matters. It’s a part of who you are, just like everything else."

Tim was stressed, but to be fair, Tim was always stressed. You two had been dating for a good while now and had been friends for much longer. However, somehow, he still hadn’t brought up the whole vigilante thing. Maybe it was because he was scared, or maybe it was due to his own selfishness. For once, he just wanted someone to see him as Tim and only Tim. But the truth was, he couldn’t exist without Red Robin. He knew that. And it had been too long. He knew he had to say something. But… does he?

Still, something didn’t sit right with him. It was the way you weren’t questioning him anymore on why he was always so tired, why sometimes he had to be gone for an entire week or why he trained so intensely. His physique, though not the most built, was still incredibly fit for a “simple rich kid.” And for the life of him, he couldn’t understand if you were just pretending not to notice or if you honestly hadn’t put it together. But when you suggested what costumes to wear for Halloween, he almost passed out on the spot.

“Yeah, I mean, we can do a couple’s costumes or… I don’t know, Tim. We can always go as… hmm? What about we go as vigilantes? I can be Wonder Woman and you can be Red Robin. It’s pretty underground. I’m sure the costume will look great; besides, you already have a good replica in your wardrobe. Fits like a glove, no?”

Like, this had to be a joke, right? Sometimes Tim wondered if his life was some kind of reality show, secretly followed by cameras just to capture his reaction to these weird, questionable moments.

He froze for a moment, staring at you, trying to piece everything together. Was this your way of telling him you knew? Was this a test?

“Uh... you... know?” he asked, his voice betraying a mix of confusion and disbelief.

You look at him confused. “Know what?” You shrugged, casually leaning back in your chair.

Tim blinked, his mind racing. He was smart, very so, but at this very moment he felt like the most ignorant being on planet Earth. He looks at you and you look at him and for a moment there is this unspoken, silent battle.

“You know, that I am Red Robin.” he says, quietly. Eyes searching yours for an answer.

“And what if I do?” you reply back equally quietly.

He had expected a lot of things. Shock, anger, even confusion, but not this calm, almost nonchalant acknowledgment. And yet, a wave of relief washed over him. You weren’t angry or disappointed. You weren’t even all that surprised.

“I’ve always known, Tim,” you continued, your tone softening. “You’ve been dropping clues left and right. The late nights, the cryptic phone calls, the strange bruises... And don’t even get me started on your ‘training’ routines. I never pushed because I knew you’d tell me when you were ready. And now, here we are. Although… I certainly did not imagine it to happen in such a way” you say, letting out a small soft laugh. 

Tim let out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging in a way that felt like he’d been carrying a weight for far too long. "I didn’t want to burden you with it. I didn’t want to be Red Robin to you. I just wanted to be... just Tim."

You smiled softly, walking over to hug him. “And you are. You’re Red Robin, sure, but you’re not just that; are you? You’re Tim. My Tim. Two things can coexist at the same exact time, this is just what makes you.. You, ya know?” 

Tim stared at you for a moment, hands around your waist, his mind still processing. It was as if the entire weight of the secret identity he’d been carrying all this time suddenly evaporated. He had been so worried about how you would react, but now that it was out in the open, there was nothing left to hide.

"Thanks," he whispered, his head dropping to your neck. Hiding, but not really. It was more or so a way to feel you even closer. 

Your head gently resting against his, brushing a kiss against his hair. “Always, Tim. You’re still the same guy I fell for. I love you.”

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[powderpinkprincess]

Speeding Ticket [Lando Norris x reader]

description: You get your first speeding ticket.

Lando was sitting at the kitchen table, mindlessly scrolling through social media when he heard the front door open. You finally arrived home. He had been waiting for you to text him back, so he could finally order food for lunch. You didn't see his texts, but he didn't want to call you, knowing you were in an important meeting. Yes, technically he had lunch at home, but that was the healthy stuff his dietitian made him eat, and he didn't feel like forcing down those veggies this today.

You shuffled into the kitchen with an unreadable expression on your face. You pressed your lips together into a thin line as you approached him, nodding stiffly. "Hi."

Lando could immediately tell that something was off. He frowned, setting his phone down on the table and turning to look at you properly. "Hey, everything alright?" he asked, studying your face.

You rummaged through your handbag and took out a white envelope. Then you put it on the table and slid it to him as if you were a part of some underground mafia, trying to arrange a business.

Lando raised an eyebrow at your weirdly ominous gesture, but he took the envelope off the table. "What's this?" he asked, lifting his gaze from the envelope to your face. Why were you acting so strange?

 "I got a speeding ticket," you mumbled sheepishly. "Thought I would tell you before you got the notification."

It was awkward and you felt especially bad because this morning you took his car, not yours. The tires of your car haven't been changed for a while now, and when Lando realized that the previous night, he told you not to drive it until it was done. Therefore, his number plate was shown on the ticket, not yours. Besides, you've never even gotten any kind of a ticket before, and now your first one was while driving your boyfriend's car.

Lando tried to keep a straight face, he really did. He tried to act serious, but the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk as he suppressed a cheeky smile. He could've been really annoyed at you for speeding in his McLaren, but he found your grim face much more entertaining than he should have.

 "How fast did you go?" he asked, unable to contain his amused expression.

 "Sixty," you pouted. The speed limit in the urban areas of Monaco was 50 km/h, as it was full of twisty, narrow streets, tunnels, and traffic jams. Funny enough lots of people owned sports cars there, yet they were never allowed to drive fast.

Lando's smirk widened at your answer. "Sixty?" he repeated, raising his eyebrows. "You did 60 in a 50 zone?" He tried to sound serious, but the grin spreading across his face betrayed his failed attempt. "You do know you're not street racing right now, right love?" he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

 "I am a threat to your job, am I not?" you mumbled, crossing your arms. You were secretly a little relieved that he wasn't angry with you, yet you felt bad.

Lando chuckled at your words and leaned back in his chair, his smirk slowly transforming into a playful grin. "Oh yeah, you're a real danger to me," he teased, his tone still light. "I should watch out. You'll be taking my seat in no time."

You watched him in silence for a moment before you sighed, letting his arms fall to your side. "Seriously though, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get your car in trouble."

Lando's expression softened as you apologized. His initial amusement was replaced by a hint of genuine concern. He reached out and took your hand in his, his touch gentle as he gave it a comforting squeeze.

 "It's okay, babe," he said softly, looking up at you. "I'm not mad, I was just teasing you. Besides, it's just a ticket. It's not the end of the world."

 "I got points on my license now," you whispered, your eyes filling with tears.

Lando noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, and his heart immediately sank at the sight. He stood up, stepping around the table to pull you into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he spoke.

 "Hey, it's okay," he attempted to soothe you. "It's not a big deal, really. I'm more surprised these are your first points with the way you drive sometimes."

You let out a sad chuckle and wiped your eyes. "Is this the way you are trying to comfort me?"

Lando grinned, his usual, cheeky personality resurfacing. "It's my special brand of comfort," he teased, before his tone turned serious again. "But honestly, love, it's just points on a license. It'll be okay. We'll pay the fine, and it'll be as if it never happened."

 "Nothing will be ever the same," you whispered dramatically.

Lando snorted at your statement and rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh, love, you and your theatrics," he said, his teasing smirk back on his face. "It's a ticket, not a world-ending catastrophe."

 "I didn't even know what to do, it was so awkward," you started explaining the way you got pulled over. "The policeman asked if I drank, and I was so startled that I accidentally said yes."

Lando's eyes widened in a mixture of disbelief and amusement as you described what happened. He couldn't suppress a laugh that escaped his lips. "You what?!" he stifled. "You told a policeman you were drunk?"

"Accidentally! I was trying to seem cooperative and say yes to whatever he wanted," you tried to explain yourself, but that only made Lando cackle louder. “Stop laughing! I thought he was going to take away my license right on the spot.”

Lando studied your face for a moment, trying to assess the emotional damage you suffered. Then he pulled you into a hug again and stroked your back.

 “Do you want to order Chinese? We can buy those stupid fortune cookies you love. Maybe they will tell the future of your license,” he offered, unable to stop himself from teasing. This was just so amusing.

You lightly smacked his chest. “Oh, shush, aren’t you supposed to be eating healthy anyway?”

 “I didn’t break any rules today yet. I must catch up to you,” he retorted.

You couldn’t help but finally smile. “Alright, let’s order then.”

 “How lucky that I don’t have to find out how to sneak cookies into a prison cell,” he added, sending you a quick glance before he picked up his phone from the table.

 “Lando!”

He started laughing again.

[strangersteddierthings]

Good People

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part

Wayne knows eavesdropping isn't the done thing. He's definitely old enough to know better, and he wasn't going to. He had a plan. He was going to walk directly into the living room, so they'd know he was awake, and after he'd fixed his cup of coffee, he'd plopped into his perfectly worn in recliner and subtly glare at the Harrington boy until he squirmed.

Mostly because it amused Wayne, but also just a little sliver of it was because he wanted the Harrington boy to know Wayne didn't think he was good enough for his boy. But only a little! Lord knows that Wayne couldn't do anything to make Eddie change his mind about Steve Harrington, short of Harrington proving Wayne right. Which he doesn't actually want because he doesn't want Eddie hurt.

He's just... He expects it to happen. That's what boys like Harrington do to boys like Eddie. He's seen it enough times to know that this song and dance leave no room for improvisation. Boys like Harrington play around, get their kicks with the devotion Eddie shows them, and then when they've had their fill, they leave.

Boys like Harrington will never be good enough for Eddie, but they always leave with Eddie feeling like he's not enough. Wayne hates it.

Anyway, his plan wasn't to eavesdrop. It's just that Harrington said his name and Wayne found himself standing still instead of continuing.

"Why doesn't Wayne like me?" Harrington asks.

"This again?" Eddie says dismissively, which has Wayne agreeing. His opinion shouldn't have bearing on their friendship.

A deep sigh from Harrington before, "I just. It's- he means so much to you. And, like, I- nevermind. It's stupid. I'm stupid."

"Hey," Eddie sounds a type of serious that Wayne rarely hears from him, "you're not stupid. And you gotta quit fucking saying that. You say it enough and you'll start to believe it and it's not true."

"Hard to quit feeling stupid when people dismiss my concerns like they are stupid," Harrington snaps back, bitchy as can be. The tone makes Wayne bristle on behalf of Eddie. His boy doesn't reply immediately, though. Doesn't bite back like Wayne's used to hearing. Huh. Maybe he's growing up, just a little.

"You're right, Steve," Eddie says when he finally speaks. "That was dismissive. I'm sorry. Explain it to me. Why does it matter to you whether Wayne likes you or not?"

"Well, because he's your family."

"Yeah," Eddie agrees, "he is. But that doesn't explain why it matters. I don't care if your parents like me or not."

"That's different!"

"How?" Eddie asks, soft but firm.

"Because their opinion doesn't matter. It's not- It's irrelevant. What they think."

"That makes no sense. Wayne's opinion matters because he's my family, but your parents' opinion doesn't even though they're your family?"

"Yes!"

"But why?" Eddie presses.

"Because they're bad people!" Steve bursts, not quite shouting but close. "Because when bad people don't think highly of you, it's not a fault in you. Their disproval is, like, a compliment. They don't like you because you're too different from them. And that's great! You shouldn't want their approval. It's different, because your uncle is a good person. And when a good person doesn't like you, it is your fault. It's something- it's..." Harrington loses steam here, voice dropping low and defeated, "there's something wrong with me. Something in me that- that he just knows. Senses about me or whatever. Something wrong or rotten or-"

"Steve! That's bullshit. Sure, Wayne's been standoffish, but he'll come around. You're not wrong, or rotten, or whatever else you think you are."

"How do you know that? I was an asshole most of life and what if that's just the real me? What if that's who I'll always be deep down. 'Cause I'm trying so damn hard, man. I'm giving it my all trying to be a better person and it's not enough! Everyone still talks about who I was in high school and even you-" Harrington snaps his mouth closed so hard that Wayne hears the clack of his teeth from his position in the hallway. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry."

"Steve. This is about more than just my uncle's opinion of you, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"I want you, too. I want to know if I've ever done anything to make you feel like you aren't enough."

Wayne really shouldn't be listening. He should back down the hall and into his room. Give them time to talk.

"No, Eddie, you don't make me feel like- that's not what I meant. I just. I'm...."

"Hey, Stevie, you can tell me."

"I'm just so afraid that... That one day everyone will wake up and realize what Wayne already knows. That I'm not good enough for them. For you."

Oh. Wayne really shouldn't be listening.

"I'll admit that Wayne's opinion is important to me, for a lot of things. But not about you. What I feel about you, how I feel about you, isn't dictated by Wayne."

"Sure. I mean, I know that, like, logically or whatever. But it's. I can't convince my brain that you won't just. Hate me one day. And I- fuck, Eddie, I'm already halfway in love with you and-"

"You're in love with me?" Eddie interrupts, sounding awed, starstruck, and Wayne cannot be listening anymore. He backs down the hall silently and back into his room.

Steve Harrington seems to think that he's a good person, but he's not feeling like a good person at the moment.

He's got some thinking to do.

[k1ng-ej]

Can you dooooo

Reader coming on there cycle in bed and the slasher thinks there bleeding out or smtn until they explain it to them?

Allll fluff, you could do headcanons or a specific slasher if you want

Slashers reaction to you starting your period

(Michael, Thomas, Vincent)

Note: excuse this if this a little sloppy, i planned on doing a few other slashers but then i didnt feel like it lol. mental exhaustion is real! anyway, i hope you enjoy <33

Michael

It was a rare night where Michael was sleeping in your bed, he usually doesn't sleep at all or chooses to sleep in the guest room or on the couch in the living room. You don't know why he did that, but you never forced him to come and sleep in your bed, not wanting to overstep boundaries. Michael is a complicated man to understand, and you don't want to push his buttons too much.

You nestled against him, your head comfortably resting on his chest as you basked in the warmth he emanated. You appreciated these rare moments with Michael, especially because he kept you warm on the coldest nights. After what seemed like an eternity of tossing and turning, you finally climbed out of bed, intending to get a glass of water. Just then, you heard the sound of Michael shifting, turning to face you.

"I'll be right back." You smiled, taking a moment to admire his mask-less face. From where you stood, he looked like just a normal man, his brown curls that laid perfectly on his forehead, the slightest dark bags under his mismatched eyes, and the way he laid in your bed, he didn't look like a man who has tormented your small hometown known as Hadonfield.

Just as you were about to turn around, a strong hand seized your wrist. When you looked back, you saw Michael propped up in bed, staring at you intently. His expression remained blank, but there was purpose in his movements. He drew you closer, lifting your shirt as if searching for something specific. When he couldn't find what he sought, he gently tugged at your shorts.

"What are you doing?" You questioned with a confused chuckle, looking down at yourself. Michael grabbed the bottom of your shorts and pulled them so you could see. You had apparently started your period, you completely forgot to keep an eye for that this week.

"Oh." You figured that was what Michael was looking for, the source of the blood that now stained your favorite pajama shorts.

Michael looked to you, and tilted his head. You figured he was probably never educated about this subject, you wondered how you would explain it to him.

"It's my period, I get it every month. It's normal so there's nothing to worry about." You explained carefully. "I mean, the only thing you'd have to worry about would be my mood swings." You joked with a giggle. Michael only blinked at you, you didn't know if he understood, maybe he didn't care.

Then, he gave you a subtle nod, one you almost missed if you hadn't been staring at him. You assumed he got what you said, so you left it at that.

Thomas

Thomas shook you awake in the middle of the night, his concern evident. Groggy and disoriented, you sat up and rubbed your eyes, mumbling some indistinct words of annoyance.

"What's wrong, Tommy?" You asked as you shivered, noticing how cold it suddenly was. Oh, the blanket had been pulled off.

Thomas pointed to your legs, and you noticed a small blood stain underneath of you. You quickly realized that as your period. Thomas appeared slightly unsettled, leading you to wonder if Luda Mae had ever discussed periods with him. Before you could clarify, he began examining your body for any signs of injury, which made you chuckle. You found his concern adorable.

"Thomas, i'm okay. It's just my period, it's something that females get every month. it's nothing bad." You clarified, a faint smile resting on your lips. Thomas stopped checking your body, giving you a confused look.

"I promise. It doesn't even hurt me. Well… kind of but it's not that serious." You hoped you weren't making Thomas more confused than he already was, but when he stopped furrowing his brows you assumed he understood what you were explaining to him. YA sigh escaped your lips as the reality set in: you needed to change out of your stained pajamas and replace the bedsheet. You longed to have slept in and postponed this chore until morning, yet you couldn't fault Thomas for his concern about your wellbeing. He prepared a swift shower for you to freshen up while he took care of the bedding. Once the chores were done, he made sure you had a restful night, holding you tightly against his chest until the early hours of dawn.

Vincent

You went to bed after Vincent mentioned he would be up a little later, immersed in his work on wax sculptures. This was a frequent situation, even though you often encouraged him to join you, insisting that he needed and deserved the rest. While you wholeheartedly supported Vincent in his pursuits, it always troubled you when he sacrificed sleep for his art.

You had woken up to the sound of shuffling, probably Vincent finally coming to bed. You didn't know what time it was, but you couldn't even be bothered to open your eyes to check. You felt a gentle nudge, Vincent's way of telling you to scoot over so he could get into bed as well. You grumbled before eventually scooting to the other side of the bed, you waited to feel the bed dip, indicating he laid down. But it never came.

Instead, Vincent was shaking you awake, it seemed urgent.

"Hm? Is something wrong Vinc?" You mumbled into the pillow, looking at him through an eye. In the dark, you could barely make out him signing to you.

"What?" You finally moved your face to fully look at him, worried by his seemingly panicked signing.

'You're bleeding. What happened?'

"I'm bleeding? What do you mean?" You furrowed your brows, unsure of what he was talking about. You hadn't been around any sharp objects recently, and you didn't have any old wounds that could be reopened. Vincent then gestured to the bed, you sat up and realized what happened. Where you laid previously had a blood stain on the sheets, you already knew your pants would be stained too.

"Awh… I got my period." You frowned, huffing from your nose. Your least favorite time of the month. You felt bad for staining Vincent's sheets, making a mental promise to yourself that you'd get it out tomorrow morning.

'Period?' He signed, tilting his head. He still seemed worried about you, you could see it in his body language by the way he leaned toward you and slightly reached his hands out to you. You knew he wanted to check you for any wounds, something he did quite often because you were very clumsy and often got scrapes and cuts, which he would patch up for you.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just something girls get every month. I get cramps and whatnot. Sorry for staining your sheets."

'Cramps? Anything else?'

"Uhhh, food cravings, mood swings." You shrugged, starting to scooch off the bed. Vincent took your hand and helped you up, then started leading you toward the bathroom. "Where are we going?"

He didn't respond as he released your hand and knelt beside the bathtub, turning on the water and testing its warmth with his fingers. You had always known Vincent to be thoughtful, consistently showing you kindness and tenderness. However, you never anticipated him starting a bath for you in the middle of the night.

"Oh, Vincent, you didn't have to." You smiled warmly at the gesture, feeling grateful to have a significant other like him.

[moviestarmartini]

yellow flowers. — jude bellingham x gf!reader

él sabía, ella sabía y se olvidaron de sus flores amarillas.

summary: how can your relationship recover from such a serious argument the night before?

wc: 975

warnings: angst, not that much dialogue, like three words in spanish, established long-term relationship.

A/N: WHAAAAT?? GIGI POSTING TWICE IN A DAY??? its more likely than you think! thank las flores amarillas hehe.

now playing... flores amarillas from floricienta

The fight was stupid, really. 

You both had to admit it was. Even then, that doesn’t take away the fact it snowballed into issues each of you held back for what seemed ages, and only ended up with Jude slamming the door on the way out of your apartment. 

After hours of crying, your own exhaustion from the ordeal lulled you to sleep. When you rose up in the morning, neither your mind nor your body prepared for the fact it was a Saturday. 

Nor the fact everyone and their mothers were receiving yellow flowers, something you’d always craved but were always just another bystander. 

If you listened to that song again you might just rip your hair off. 

You had a whole day planned with Jude after the game, he wanted to do something special, but the fact you couldn’t hold back your jealousy the night before was more than enough to dampen the idea, whatever it was. 

For a second, you tried to put things on the positive side. A self-care day. In theory it was wonderful, but the second you sat alone in the bubbly bathtub, you broke down in tears. 

You’d been together for years. You changed your whole life around him, learning German to go to school in the same country and planning your masters in Spanish. Maybe that was part of the reason he called you spineless; you adapted to other’s needs and perspectives easier. His words bounced around your head, each reminder taunting you more. 

To top it all off, Spotify seemed to have a vendetta against you, your daylist was insanely depressing. 

“Is this because he plays for Real Madrid?!” You spoke out into the world, growing frustrated with your situation. 

That did spark an idea in your brain; or more of a reminder. 

Jude had a game today. And you weren’t going to be there to watch him. That just made you jump out of the bath, get changed into decent clothes and leave the house for once to watch him at your best friend’s house upon her request, miserably so even when the team got their footing back up— knowing you should be in the stands cheering him on. But alas, you weren’t.

And you wondered if you would ever be again. 

The moment he fell clutching his shoulder, your heart stopped. Tears welled in your eyes but you avoided letting them escape, remembering the long hours of work and recovery, the utter joy you felt when he informed both you and the team he was comfortable playing without the big chunky brace again. All that, and it crumbled down right before your eyes, like your relationship. 

Still, you didn’t hesitate on reaching for your phone, not finding any elation on the team’s victory. 

[ I know you don’t want to see or hear from me ] 

[ But how’s your shoulder? I’m seriously concerned ] 

You knew he wasn’t going to reply right away, and when your companion found out who you’d texted, she ripped the phone out of your hands and put it away for the reminder of your evening laced with white wine and take out sushi. 

“Thank you for releasing me, master.” You joked by the time she gave you the mobile back, swallowing hard upon seeing Jude hadn’t replied. 

He hadn’t even read it. 

Now you were actually panicking, swallowing down the tears in the Uber and wishing the small elevator could go fast enough that you didn’t break down somewhere that wasn’t in the comfort of your home. 

You were overwhelmed enough that you didn’t even take into account your door was unlocked when you clearly left it locked, nor the warm light coming from the tiny space under the doorframe. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Were the first words you registered before your eyes caught the indoor prairie your boyfriend had installed in your living room in the shape of yellow daisies. 

Your eyes trailed the hundreds of petals before your eyes finally fell on him, scanning from his toes up to the apologetic expression he was carrying. Now it all made sense; your friend insisted on getting you out of the house for this. He didn’t reply because of this. 

Though your heart was running at a whopping speed of thirty miles per second, your feet took you painfully slow— cautiously— towards him. You were still marveled, carefully watching where your sneakers landed to avoid stepping on the beautiful work he’d planned for you. 

“Perdón,” Jude repeated, as if the words in Spanish meant so much more than the English language. He opened his mouth for what seemed to be a rant, but the way you squeezed the life out of him with a desperate hug left him speechless, followed by your hugs. 

“I thought you— you were going to dump me and I would have to move back home and— and I can’t imagine that because I love you so much and that’s why I was scared!” You babbled between hiccups, trying to calm yourself down before his gentle hands cupping your face did the job spectacularly. 

“I would be such a fuckin’ idiot to do that.” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, not at you nor your claims, but at how ridiculous he had been. 

“Te perdono,” You sniffled, your bottom lip still puckered up ever so slightly. 

“But what’s all this?” You turned to look at the scene, something straight out of a Van Gogh painting. 

“You thought I forgot with the thousand TikToks you sent me on this day?” He leaned in to kiss your forehead before pulling you into another warm hug. 

“I also watch Gilmore Girls whenever you do. Whoops.” 

Your laugh echoed as you snuggled closer to him in your upright position, being extremely thankful the last sentence of the song wasn’t your reality.

A/N: if y'all seriously thought it wasn't going to have a happy ending you clearly don't know me well enough rip

[mejaemin]

헤어져 ( •̀ ᴗ •́ ) - pfu

wc: 1.5k

summary: pulling a “let’s break up” prank on bf!svt !! | pfu ver | hhu ver | vcu ver |

warnings: not proofread, breaking hearts UGH THEYRE TOO SOFT CUTIE FOR THIS I CANT, no real breakups, angst? kinda? not really? fear of breaking up, lmk if anything should fr be tagged

an: i lowkey hate how juju’s turned out … but it’s okay!!! i really wanted to get this done bc i found the req funny because just hearing the words “break up” reminds me of the kungkungdda video with atz yunho saying 헤어져… its lit been stuck in my head since the req came in

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soonyoung

oh my love, he’d be so confused

you’re lucky the trend happens over text because if you did it in person and saw the pout on his face you’d give in right away !!!

he’s opening his phone after waking up in the morning, swiping his palm over his nose and the rest of his face before checking his notifications, when his heart drops

the first one, from you, saying “let’s talk” … quite ominous, no?

immediately he’s going to your house without asking to go and settle whatever he did right away.

you’ve already distracted yourself, staying busy with absolutely nothing while you leave your phone alone to build suspense. you nearly jump out of your socks when your front door starts wiggling, nearly falling out of the frame when it opens. turning around, you’re met with soonyoung, who’s extremely out of breath, clothes all mismatched as he stands in the doorway.

you rush over to him, “youngie, what are you-“

he cuts you off, grabbing you by your shoulders a little too roughly. his look is so intense yet anxious that he might put a dent in his forehead. “i’m really sorry. whatever i did, please forgive me. but you can’t- well you can, but- just please don’t break up with me, okay?”

immediately upon seeing his face, puffy from sleep and all wrinkled up in concern, you fold, taking him into your arms tightly. “oh soonie, i was joking, i promise.” you kiss his cheek, and his head turns so it lands on his lips. “you didn’t do anything, baby.”

he pulls his head back just enough to look in your eyes, eyebrow raised. “do you promise?”

with his cheeks between your palms you nod, pressing your lips to his forehead, holding them there to show you’re being genuine. “of course. i could never leave you, soonyoung.”

junhui

jun is always so quick to answer your text messages, leaving no time in between before answering you

clearly, when you send him a message saying “let’s break up”, his heart drops faster than it took for him to open the message.

immediately he’s sending a message, full of reassuring words.

“i’m so sorry that something happened to make you feel this way. i’ll be over shortly to talk about it, okay? hang tight, i’ll pick some stuff up on the way. just don’t give up, okay?”

you’re already regretting this at his words, feeling so much love for junhui and the way he takes you so seriously. he may be silly a lot of the time, but he handles serious moments so well. your heart genuinely hurts at the fact that he’s probably so worried right now, and all you’re doing is pranking him. when he gets here, you’ll make sure to give him relief.

there’s a knock on your door, and you rush to open it. junhui is standing there with a small bouquet of flowers and a bag with what appears to be snacks. “i know you might not be interested now, but here.. can we try fixing this?”

once you let him in he sets them down, and as soon as he turns around you’re taking his hands. immediately you’re confessing, seeing his unsure face. “juju.. i was joking. i saw people pranking on tiktok, and i-“

“ahh, i see. i was actually really scared just now.” he chuckles softly, cutting you off. “but forreal, it’s hard to tell tone over text. i’d rather you prank me like that in real life, okay?”

the anxiety fades away, and you’re both all smiles again. since he’s already with you, you sit down together for the rest of the night and spend it watching shows and eating what were supposed to be your break-up snacks.

minghao

we all know minghao’s heart is too tough for a prank as simple and common as this

of course, like anyone who’s madly on love, his heart will pick up at first, but he’s too observant!

you both established healthy methods to communicate the way you were feeling if something about the relationship made you uncomfortable, so when all these keywords and behaviors are suddenly thrown out the window his flags go up

you and him both take preserving the relationship and each other’s feelings seriously so you would never just say “i want to break up”

thus, he plays along

minghao is sitting across from you on the couch, reading a book when you call his name. he looks up, and when he hears you say you want to break up with him, an alarm goes off in his head. he closes the book and sits up straight, grabbing your hands to have a proper conversation.

“can i ask what makes you want to?” he’s so genuine, true concern in his eyes as he tries to hear you out.

you look in your lap, hiding your face while trying to keep up the theatrics. “i just.. don’t feel a spark anymore. i’m falling out of love.”

it’s that sentence that makes him realize what you’re doing. you both agreed that whenever a conversation of this scale occurs, you wouldn’t be vague about whatever you’re feeling. you’d communicate clearly, and make an effort to find a solution.

hiding his smirk, he nods, sighing heavily. “ah, okay. i understand. i’ll give you your space then.” he gets up, a solemn look on his face as he heads to your bedroom. as soon as his back is to you, he’s smirking, amused at the thought of waiting to see how long it’ll take before you crack.

clearly, it’s not long, because as soon as he shuts the door you’re up and running towards him. the door nearly breaks with how rushed you are at opening it, immediately crashing into him. “hao, oh my god, please, i was joking! don’t give me space, please, i don’t want it-“

he cuts you off, grabbing you by your chin to kiss you. “oh, i know, darling. i know every little thing about you, like what you do when you’re trying to trick me. now, let’s not do that again, okay? because i’ll gladly do it back.”

dino

just the idea of pranking chan in this way hurts your heart :(( he’s such a sweet boy !! however…

jeonghan waved quite the pretty penny in front of your face, claiming that it will be yours if you pull the prank on him.

you are very aware of chan being unable to catch a break when it comes to being pranked, but you could only pray that with this nice amount of money, he’ll understand

pulling the prank was definitely painful, though

you’re at an outing with chan and his brothers, hanging out at the porch of a getaway home with some of them. you’re by a fire, drinks in hand as you all chat. when chan notices that your cup is empty, he wordlessly takes it from you to go fill it.

as soon as he leaves, you feel a tap on your shoulder. turning your head, jeonghan is sitting next to you, waving his hand for you to lean in. “i’ll give you…” he digs into his pocket, finding nothing and then reaching into seungcheol’s, taking out a wad of cash and holding it in front of you. “this if you tell chan you want break up.”

immediately you’re looking at him with a bewildered look. why would you ever fumble the sweetest man in the world for money? he’s chuckling at your reaction, waving a hand dismissively. “all jokes, of course, but if you really get him i’ll give you all that. for real.”

jeonghan waves it in front of you once again, and you’ve seen how fat seungcheol’s wallet is. and a few of the digits on those bills were pretty large, so… chan will understand, right? maybe scaring him a little for all this will be worth it, right? you can go out together with your winnings…

you sigh, nodding your head. “fine. but if it ends bad, you’ll clean up the mess. and then i’ll kill you.” you smile, shaking his hand before turning to chan who finally returned.

he hands you your drink with a kids to your forehead before sitting down. “what were you guys talking about?” he’s smiling so sweetly at you, and it makes your heart literally hurt at what you’re about to do.

“chan, i think we should break up.” you’re almost grimacing at yourself, and at that sentence everyone around the fire stops talking. no way the couple who makes everyone believe in true love is about to split.

“um, what..? are you..” he can’t even finish his sentence, swallowing heavily as his vision almost starts shaking.

immediately, being unable to take the torture anymore, you turn to jeonghan, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously. through many complaints, whining and yelling at the elder, you grab the aforementioned money from his pocket.

triumphantly you kiss chan on the lips, pulling away and showing him your new prize. “i’m so, so sorry, channie, truly i would never break up with you, but look what he offered! please say you understand…”

immediately your boyfriend relaxes, eyes narrowing as he looks at the man behind you. “watch your back, han. seriously. that money almost went towards my funeral funds, i swear.”

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[dovesdreaming]

Beyond the scrubs

Summary: Alex karev is dating an attending (reader) in secret until he can’t take the hiding anymore.

A/n: I’ve forgot to say on my other posts but thank you for 300 followers (now more) <3

Request

Masterlist

Warnings: talk of injuries

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It started as a fling-no promises, no complications, just a way to blow off steam during the long, grueling hours at Seattle Grace. Alex Karev wasn’t the type to settle down, and you weren’t the type to let yourself get caught up in messy entanglements. You were both driven, ambitious, and in control. At least, that’s what you told yourselves. The on-call room was your safe haven, the place where you could steal moments together, away from prying eyes and the judgmental whispers that filled the hospital corridors. Late at night, when the rest of the world was sleeping, you’d find each other in the dimly lit room, the only sounds being the hum of the air conditioning and the soft rustling of scrubs.

“Hey, you” you whispered as you slipped into the room, your heart racing in a way it hadn’t in years. Alex was already there, leaning against the wall with that familiar smirk that always made your stomach flutter. “Hey yourself” he replied, his voice low and teasing. “Long night?”. “Isn’t it always?” You sighed, walking over to him. The stress of the day seemed to melt away the moment you were in his arms, your bodies fitting together perfectly. You kissed, slowly at first, savoring the few minutes you had together. It wasn’t just about the physical connection, though that was part of it. There was something more between you both, something unspoken that neither of you were ready to admit.

As you pulled away, you looked into Alex’s eyes, seeing a vulnerability there that he rarely showed. “We need to be careful” you said, your voice tinged with concern. “If anyone finds out…” “I know” Alex cut you off, his tone more serious now. “But I don’t want to stop”. “Neither do I” you admitted, your resolve wavering. “But we both know how it’ll look. I’m an attending, and you’re… well, you”. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Doctor”. Alex quipped, his smirk returning, but there was a tension in his jaw that you didn’t miss. Your expression softened, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’re a damn good doctor, Alex. One of the best. But people talk, and the last thing I want is for anyone to think you’re getting special treatment because of… this”.

Alex’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, you thought you’d pushed too far. But then he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. I know I’ve earned my place here. And so do you”. His words sent a warmth through you and you found herself smiling despite the situation. “You’re right” you said softly. “We’ll just have to be smart about it”. “Yeah, smart” Alex echoed, though there was something in his tone that made you wonder if he was already planning on breaking that rule.

As the weeks went by, you managed to keep your relationship under wraps. You were careful. No stolen glances during rounds, no lingering touches in the halls. But there were moments when the facade almost slipped, when Alex’s hand would brush against yours, or when you would catch yourself watching him a little too intently as he worked.

It was during a particularly stressful day in the ER that you had your first real scare. A trauma case had come in, a young boy, barely ten, with a gunshot wound to the chest. It was all hands on deck, and the pressure was palpable as the team worked to stabilize him. Alex was in the thick of it, his hands steady as he assisted Dr. Bailey with the surgery. You watched from the sidelines, your heart in her throat as you fought to save the boy’s life. When it was finally over, and the boy was stable, the tension broke like a dam, relief flooding the room. “Good work, Karev” Bailey said gruffly, her way of acknowledging a job well done. Alex nodded, pulling off his gloves and letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. As he turned to leave, he caught your eye. For a split second, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you, the intensity of the moment pulling them together like a magnet. Without thinking, Alex reached out, his hand brushing against yours in a gesture that was too familiar, too intimate for the public setting. Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly pulled away, your eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed. Dr. Bailey’s sharp gaze was on you both, and you felt a pang of panic. But before she could say anything, Bailey turned away, muttering something about paperwork and leaving the room.

“Close call” Alex murmured as you walked out of the OR, his voice laced with a mix of relief and amusement. “Too close” you replied, your pulse still racing. “We have to be more careful, Alex. If Bailey had said something..” “But she didn’t,” Alex interrupted, his expression serious. “Look, I get it. We have to keep this quiet. But I’m not going to act like I don’t care about you. Not in here” he gestured to the hallway around them, “and not out there”. You wanted to argue, to tell him that you had to keep your distance, but the look in his eyes stopped you. There was a determination there, a certainty that you couldn’t deny. So instead, you nodded, letting yourself believe, just for a moment, that everything would be okay.

It was a few weeks later when everything came to a head. You’d been playing the game for so long, sneaking around, keeping your relationship hidden, that it was starting to wear on both of you. Alex was growing more frustrated, his usual bravado masking the tension that simmered beneath the surface. You too were feeling the strain, the constant fear of being discovered gnawing at your nerves. The final straw came during a particularly hectic day in the clinic. Alex had been working nonstop, dealing with a never ending stream of patients, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. You wanted to reach out, to offer him a moment of comfort, but there were too many eyes, too many people who could see.

And then it happened.

One of the other attendings, Dr. Stevens, made a comment, a casual remark about how Alex was getting all the best cases, how he always seemed to be in the right place at the right time. It was said in jest, but the implication was clear: favoritism. You felt your stomach drop, the color draining from your face as the words hung in the air. You waited for Alex to brush it off, to let it slide like he usually did. But instead, he snapped.

“Maybe I get the best cases because I’m a damn good doctor” Alex retorted, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. “Or is that too hard for you to believe?”. The room went silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. You could see the shock on everyone’s faces, the way they exchanged glances, as if suddenly realizing there was more going on than they’d thought. Dr. Stevens opened his mouth to respond, but Alex didn’t give him the chance. “You know what? Screw this. Yeah, I’m seeing Dr. Y/L/N We’ve been together for a while now. And it’s got nothing to do with my work. So if anyone’s got a problem with that, say it now”.

Your heart stopped, your mind racing as you processed what he’d just done. Alex had just blown your cover, exposed your relationship to the entire room. But as you looked at him, standing there with that defiant look in his eyes, you realised something. You didn’t care. You weren’t ashamed of what you had, and you weren’t going to let anyone make you feel like you should be. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, your voice steady as you spoke. “Alex is right. Our relationship is personal, and it has no bearing on the work we do here. If anyone has a problem with that, you can take it up with me.”

There was a murmur of surprise, but no one challenged you. Dr. Stevens, for his part, looked chastened, muttering an apology under his breath. As the room slowly returned to its usual hum of activity, Alex turned to you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice softer now. “Yeah” you replied, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “I’m sure”.

And just like that, the secret was out. It wasn’t easy, and there were still challenges to face. Whispers in the halls, disapproving looks from some of your colleagues but you faced it together, no longer hiding, no longer pretending. Because in the end, it wasn’t about what anyone else thought. It was about the connection you shared, the trust you had in each other. And that was something worth owning, something worth fighting for.

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Thank you for reading <3

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

POSITIVE

Word Count: 0.7K

Pairing(s): Reader x Rafe 

Warnings: Pregnancy talk

Summary: You find out your pregnant 

The evening was perfect for a surprise, and tonight, you had the best one planned. After months of trying, it had finally happened. You were pregnant. The news was both exciting and nerve-wracking, but you couldn’t wait to share it with Rafe, to see his reaction.

You had kept it a secret from him, not out of doubt, but because you wanted to surprise him in the most special way. As you carefully wrapped the pregnancy test in a small gift box, your heart raced in anticipation. This was the moment. This was everything you had been waiting for.

-

You found him outside, sitting on the porch of his family’s house, his usual relaxed posture, one leg propped up on the railing as he watched the sunset. When he saw you approach, his smile widened.

"Hey, you," he called, his voice deep and full of affection. "What’s this?"

You handed him the small, wrapped box, your hands shaking just a little, despite your excitement. "Open it."

Rafe raised an eyebrow, curious but clearly thrilled. He pulled the ribbon, and the paper fell away. When he opened the box and saw the pregnancy test inside, his eyes widened in surprise, and he froze for a moment, the joy on his face so clear that it nearly took your breath away.

"Wait," he started, his voice hushed as he looked at you. "Are you serious? Is this... real?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment hit both of you at once. "It’s real. I’m pregnant."

The moment you said those words, Rafe stood up quickly, his arms immediately pulling you into an embrace so tight you could feel the excitement and happiness radiating from him. "Oh my god," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "I can’t believe this. I’m gonna be a dad."

You could feel his heart racing as he held you close. He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, his grin wide. "I love you," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "I love you so much. We’re gonna be a family."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they weren’t from fear. They were from the overwhelming joy of knowing that this was exactly what you both wanted. You weren’t alone in this—you had each other.

Rafe’s excitement only grew as he started rambling about everything he couldn’t wait to do. "I can’t wait to build a nursery," he said, his voice bubbling with excitement. "We’ll make it perfect for our little one. And when it’s a boy, I’ll teach him everything about bikes. If it’s a girl, I’ll spoil her rotten."

You laughed softly at his enthusiasm, but his eyes never left yours. "We’re gonna be amazing parents," he continued. "I’ll be there for every moment. You need special cravings at 3 AM? I’m on it. Foot rubs, back rubs, whatever you need. I promise, I won’t get frustrated when you want something ridiculous in the middle of the night."

His words were so genuine, so full of love that you couldn’t help but smile. You could see the future unfolding in his eyes. And it was beautiful.

"I can't wait to tell my sisters," he said suddenly, his excitement growing even more. "They’re going to be so excited. Wheezie and Sarah—" He paused, a thought crossing his mind. "Are you feeling okay, though? You’re not feeling sick, are you?" His tone softened, his protective instincts kicking in.

You nodded, reassured by his concern. "I’m okay," you replied, smiling up at him. "Just a little nervous, but mostly excited."

Rafe’s hand cupped your face, his thumb stroking over your skin as he leaned in, kissing you gently. When he pulled away, his eyes were soft, filled with adoration. "I’m so happy," he whispered, holding you close again. "We’re going to make this work. You and me. Together."

You held onto him, your heart racing as you sank into the warmth of his embrace. There was no doubt in your mind anymore that this was the right path. Rafe was going to be an incredible father, and you were both going to navigate this journey side by side.

Rafe’s arms tightened around you, and you could feel the smile on his face as he whispered again, "I’m so glad we’re doing this together. I can’t wait to experience every single moment with you."

And as the night stretched on, you knew that everything would be okay. With Rafe by your side, you had everything you needed to face this new chapter in your life.

[kathaelipwse]

"Midnight Monsters (And Mischief)"

Pairing: Stray Kids x GN!Reader (Platonic / OT8 Comfort)

Trope: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Soft & Silly Moments, Them as your partner

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, teasing, excessive laughter, lots of cuddles and comfort, NO PROOF READING WAS DONE

W/C: 1809 words Reading Time: 10-ish mins

Requested: yes

Summary: You wake up from a bizarre nightmare, heart pounding. Luckily, your Stray Kids members are there to reassure you—until you tell them what the nightmare was about. Between Chan’s barely-hidden giggles, Jisung’s wheezing, and Jeongin’s relentless teasing, you begin to wonder if telling them was a mistake. At least they’re comforting… in their own chaotic way.

Author’s Note: I love the idea of Stray Kids being both the most comforting and the most unserious group at the same time. This is pure fluff with some playful teasing, because let’s be honest—these boys would 100% laugh first, then comfort you later. Hope you enjoy this chaotic but cozy scenario!

Requests are open !!

Bang Chan

You jolt awake, your heart pounding, breath uneven. The nightmare still lingers in your mind, making it impossible to calm down.

Next to you, Chan stirs, his warmth disappearing for a second before he instinctively reaches for you.

“Mmm… Y/N?” His voice is husky, laced with sleep as he blinks himself awake. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitate, gripping the blanket tighter. “I had a nightmare…”

Chan sits up immediately, his protective instincts kicking in. He cups your face, his thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks. “Hey, hey… You’re okay. I got you.”

You nod, but the unease won’t go away. Chan notices instantly and shifts closer, wrapping his arms securely around you.

“You wanna talk about it?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You sigh, burying your face in his chest. “It’s… really dumb.”

Chan chuckles softly. “Doesn’t matter. If it scared you, it wasn’t dumb.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was being chased… by a giant, angry, human-sized duck.”

Silence.

You feel Chan’s chest shake.

You pull back instantly. “Christopher Bang. Don’t you dare laugh.”

His face is a mix of concern and amusement. He bites his lip so hard he might actually start bleeding. “I’m not! I swear, I��”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re shaking.”

Chan snorts. “I’m trying so hard to be supportive, but—”

“Don’t.”

“I mean… a giant duck, babe?” He loses it, hiding his face in your neck as he laughs. “Why was it angry? What did you do to it?”

“I DID NOTHING! It just wanted to kill me!”

Chan clutches his stomach, wheezing. “I— I’m sorry, I swear— I just—” He tries composing himself but fails miserably. “I love you, but this is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You shove him. “I hate you.”

“Nooo, don’t be mad, baby—” He gathers you in his arms again, still grinning. “Okay, okay. I’m serious now.”

“You’re not.”

Chan softens, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I am.” His voice turns gentle, reassuring. “I know it felt real, and I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You grumble. “It was terrifying…”

He nudges his nose against yours, voice playful. “Well, if a giant duck ever chases you in real life, I’ll fight it for you.”

“…You’d fight a duck for me?”

Chan grins. “Hell yeah. No bird is gonna mess with my baby.”

You finally giggle, the tension easing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You snuggle closer. “Thanks, Channie.”

He hums, stroking your hair. “Sleep now, okay? No more evil ducks.”

Lee Know

You jolt awake, heart racing. The nightmare’s fog lingers, making it hard to breathe properly.

Next to you, Lee Know shifts. For a second, he doesn’t move, but then…

“You okay?” His voice is low and raspy, but you can tell he’s already fully awake.

You hesitate, not wanting to sound ridiculous. “Just… a nightmare.”

He sighs, rolling over to face you, his warm hand sliding over your waist. “Bad one?”

You nod.

Lee Know doesn’t say anything at first—he just watches you, his sharp eyes softened with concern. Then, he reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You wanna tell me?”

You shift awkwardly. “It’s kind of… weird.”

He waits, expression unreadable. “Try me.”

You take a deep breath. “I was… trapped in a grocery store. But every time I tried to leave, the automatic doors wouldn’t open. And the store intercom kept announcing, ‘You live here now.’”

Silence.

Lee Know stares.

You frown. “Minho?”

His lips twitch.

“Don’t—”

“Pfft—”

“LEE MINHO.”

He bursts out laughing.

You punch his arm. “I HATE YOU.”

“No, no, wait—” He grabs your wrists, grinning. “It’s just— ‘You live here now’?? That’s so cursed.”

“IT WAS SCARY IN THE MOMENT.”

He snickers, eyes gleaming with amusement. “So… were you just stuck in there forever? Did you start a new life in the grocery store?”

You glare. “I don’t know! I woke up before I could find out!”

Lee Know smirks. “Guess we’ll never know if you became Grocery Store Royalty.”

You groan, burying your face in the pillow. “I should’ve woken up Han instead.”

Lee Know smirks harder. “Oh yeah? You think Jisung would’ve been nicer?”

“…Okay, no. He would’ve bullied me more.”

Lee Know chuckles, pulling you closer. “Exactly.” He kisses your temple, his voice gentler now. “Still… I’m sorry you got scared.”

You sigh against his chest. “I just felt so trapped.”

His grip on you tightens. “You’re not trapped now. You’re here, with me.”

You blink, his unexpected sincerity making your heart flip. “Min…”

He hums, resting his chin on your head. “You’re safe, okay? No creepy grocery stores here.”

You snicker. “Unless I wake up and we’re actually in one.”

Lee Know grins. “Then I’ll break the doors down.”

You laugh softly, finally relaxing. “You’re the worst.”

He kisses your forehead. “And yet, here you are, still cuddling me.”

You sigh dramatically. “I guess I like you.”

Lee Know smirks. “You better.”

He pulls the blanket over both of you, his warmth completely melting away any lingering fear.

“Sleep, idiot. No more grocery store nightmares.”

You smile, finally at ease in his arms.

Changbin

You shoot up from your sleep, your breath coming in short gasps. The room is dimly lit by the moon, but the nightmare still lingers in your mind, making the darkness feel too big, too suffocating.

Next to you, Changbin stirs with a soft grunt, his warmth disappearing for just a second before his hand immediately searches for you.

“Y/N?” His voice is thick with sleep, deep and raspy. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitate, feeling a little stupid now that you’re awake. “Uh… nightmare.”

At that, Changbin forces himself to wake up completely. He sits up, rubbing his eyes before turning his full attention to you. “Hey, hey. You okay? What happened?”

You shake your head, trying to shake off the eerie feeling. “It’s so dumb.”

His brows furrow. “It’s not dumb c'mon.”

You bite your lip, still reluctant.

Changbin sees right through you and, without another word, he reaches out and pulls you into his embrace

Your protest dies as soon as his arms wrap around you, his chin resting on top of your head.

“Tell me,” he murmurs. “I’ll make fun of it later, but first, I’ll be serious.”

You groan. “That doesn’t help.”

Changbin chuckles, rubbing your back in slow, comforting circles. “Come on, what was it?”

You mumble against his chest, “I was stuck in an endless loop where I had to take a math test, but every time I thought I was done, I turned the paper over, and there was more.”

Changbin pauses.

He leans back slightly. “Wait… That’s it?”

“Yes!” You huff. “It was terrifying! It never ended!”

Changbin’s entire body starts shaking.

“Changbin.”

“I-I’m sorry—” He presses his lips together, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. “It’s just…” He snickers, unable to help himself. “A math test? That’s your nightmare?”

You glare. “Listen, I was trapped in it. I thought I was free, but the questions just kept appearing.”

Changbin snickers harder. “Like, infinite math problems?”

“Yes! And I knew none of them! I had no calculator! No notes! Just suffering!”

At that, Changbin loses it. He throws his head back, wheezing.

You punch his shoulder. “I hate you.”

“Nooo, no, don’t be mad, baby,” he coos, still laughing. “I swear, I care about your suffering.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do!” He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “It’s just that, out of all the things to be scared of…”

You pout. “It felt real…”

Changbin sees your genuine distress and finally calms down. His playful smirk softens into something warm and affectionate.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I get it. Nightmares suck, even if they don’t make sense.”

You sigh, melting into his touch.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, voice dropping to a whisper. “And don’t worry, babe. If you ever get stuck in a real-life math test, I’ll come save you.”

You scoff. “With what? Your math skills?”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I was decent at math.”

“You needed a calculator for basic equations.”

“THAT ISN’T THE POINT.”

You giggle, the nightmare finally fading. Changbin smiles, relieved.

“Okay, sleep now.” He pulls you against him again, wrapping you in warmth. “No more math nightmares, I got you.”

You hum, eyes fluttering shut. Safe, warm, and finally at peace.

Hyunjin

Your eyes snap open, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You sit up abruptly, the nightmare still haunting the edges of your mind.

Next to you, Hyunjin stirs, mumbling something incoherent before his long arms instinctively reach for you.

“Why are you up…?” His voice is soft and groggy, his face still half-buried in the pillow.

You hesitate, but he feels you trembling and sits up immediately.

“Y/N.” His tone shifts, now laced with concern. His sleepy eyes focus on you fully. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow hard. “I… had a nightmare.”

Hyunjin frowns, immediately shifting closer. “Come here,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms.

You hesitate at first but quickly give in, resting against his warm chest. His fingers thread through your hair, soothing and gentle.

“You wanna talk about it?” His voice is soft, low and comforting.

You sigh, embarrassed already. “I don’t know… It was weird.”

Hyunjin chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “I love weird. Spill.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was trapped… in a reality TV show. But the host was a talking fish in a suit. And if I didn’t complete the challenges, he was gonna… turn me into a fish too.”

Silence.

Hyunjin doesn’t move.

You blink up at him. “Hyunjin?”

His lips press together. His shoulders shake.

You narrow your eyes. “You’re laughing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“HYUNJIN.”

“I’M TRYING TO BE SERIOUS—” He snorts, covering his mouth.

You shove him. “OH MY GOD.”

“I’m sorry, I swear—” He buries his face in your neck, shoulders still shaking. “It’s just… a talking fish in a suit?”

“Yes!” You huff. “He was terrifying!”

Hyunjin leans back, grinning like an idiot. “Baby, what kind of fever dream did you have?”

“I don��t know!”

He smirks. “Wait, what was the fish’s name?”

“…Bob.”

Hyunjin chokes.

“STOP LAUGHING.”

“I CAN’T—” He throws himself back onto the bed, wheezing.

You glare at the ceiling. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Hyunjin cackles, wiping away tears. “I love you, but this is comedy gold.”

You cross your arms. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

Hyunjin grins, pulling you back down with him. “Nooo, come here. I’m done, I promise.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re lying.”

He nods solemnly. “I would never lie to you.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He hugs you tightly, lips brushing against your ear. “But just so you know… if Bob the Fish Host ever comes for you again, I’ll beat him up.”

You laugh despite yourself. “You’d fight a fish for me?”

Hyunjin grins. “I’d fight the entire ocean for you.”

You finally relax, nuzzling into his warmth. “Thanks, Jinnie.”

“Anytime, baby.” He presses one last sleepy kiss to your forehead. “Now, sleep. No more fish nightmares.”

You hum, finally at peace in his arms.

Felix

Felix wakes up the moment he hears you shifting beside him, his instincts kicking in immediately. He blinks groggily, his deep voice laced with concern.

"Hun? What's wrong?" He rubs his eyes, sitting up slightly as he looks at you in the dim light.

You hesitate, biting your lip. "I had a nightmare…"

Felix’s brows furrow as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. His voice is gentle, warm, and grounding.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

You let out a long sigh, feeling safe in his embrace. “It’s… really dumb.”

Felix chuckles. “Dumb nightmares are still nightmares, love.”

You bury your face against his chest, mumbling, “I dreamt I was late to school and realized I wasn’t wearing pants. But no one noticed, and somehow that made it worse—like, why weren’t they reacting?!”

Felix stills.

Then, his chest rumbles with laughter.

You pull back, narrowing your eyes at him. “DON’T LAUGH!”

“I’m not—pfft—I swear I’m not—” He bites his lip, visibly shaking as he tries to hold in his laughter.

You pout, smacking his arm. “Felix!”

He immediately grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. “I’m sorry! It’s just… that’s the cutest nightmare I’ve ever heard.”

You groan, flopping back onto the bed. “It wasn’t cute when I was living it! It was stressful!”

Felix leans over you, smiling fondly. “I know, I know.” He brushes your hair out of your face, his voice softer now. “I’m sorry you had a bad dream.”

You sigh. “I felt so embarrassed.”

Felix snuggles closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Well, if that ever happens in real life…” He grins mischievously. “I’d give you my pants.”

You stare at him. “Felix. What.”

“I mean it! I’d take my pants off and give them to you.”

“…You’d just be standing there? In your boxers? In public?”

Felix shrugs. “If it makes you feel better, yeah.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”

He grins, finally satisfied that he made you laugh. “But it worked, didn’t it? You’re smiling now.”

You sigh, feeling your heart melt. “Yeah… thanks, Lix.”

Felix presses another kiss to your forehead. “Always, my love. Now, sleep. No more pantless nightmares, okay?”

Seungmin

You wake up with a loud gasp, eyes wide with panic. Your heart is racing, and you clutch your blanket like it’s a lifeline.

Seungmin, who had been sleeping peacefully, slowly peeks one eye open like he already knows you’re about to say something stupid.

“…What now?” he groans.

You turn to him, horrified. “Seungmin, I had a nightmare.”

He sighs dramatically. “Of course, you did.”

You swallow hard. “I was… a dinosaur.”

Seungmin blinks. “What.”

“And you—you were a zookeeper.” You clutch his shirt. “You wouldn’t let me leave the dino enclosure.”

Seungmin stares. His lips twitch.

“You kept feeding me leaves,” you continue, trembling. “And telling kids that I was a ‘gentle giant.’”

Seungmin bites his lip, shoulders shaking.

“It was humiliating,” you whisper. “I tried to tell you I was human, but you just nodded and said, ‘Yes, yes, the T-Rex is very talkative today.’”

Seungmin finally bursts into laughter.

“You don’t understand!” You shake him. “I TRIED TO ESCAPE, BUT YOU—YOU KEPT SPRAYING ME WITH A HOSE LIKE I WAS A NAUGHTY PET.”

Seungmin is wheezing, barely able to breathe. “Oh my God—YOU WERE A PETTING ZOO DINOSAUR.”

“IT WAS A NIGHTMARE,” you yell, gripping his shoulders. “The kids kept throwing snacks at me! A toddler rode my back.”

Seungmin is now fully crying with laughter. “You—PFFT—were a theme park attraction.”

You groan and fall back onto the bed. “I can’t believe you think my suffering is FUNNY.”

Seungmin wipes his tears, still shaking. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not,” you grumble.

He grins, pulling you closer. “You’re right. I’m not.” He snickers. “But if you ever turn into a dinosaur, I promise to be a very responsible zookeeper.”

You punch his arm as he laughs himself back to sleep.

Jeongin

You wake up with a loud scream, flailing as if you’re fighting for your life.

Jeongin, who was peacefully sleeping, jolts awake and almost falls off the bed. “WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!”

You grab his arm, breathing heavily. “I was STUCK. In a video game.”

Jeongin blinks. “Huh?”

“I was trapped,” you whisper. “In a game. And not a fun one—like one of those cursed, buggy ones.”

Jeongin rubs his face. “Oh my god.”

“No, listen! Every time I tried to move forward, I—glitched backwards. I WAS STUCK IN A LOOP.”

Jeongin tries to keep a straight face. “That… does sound horrible.”

“I tried to pause, but the pause button DIDN’T WORK. Instead, my character just started doing a weird dance.”

Jeongin snorts. “What kind of game were you even playing?”

“I DON’T KNOW,” you wail. “The NPCs were cursed. They kept giving me the same quest over and over—‘FIND THE LOST CAT’—BUT THERE WAS NO CAT.”

Jeongin is shaking with silent laughter.

“And then,” you continue, traumatized, “I finally found a door to escape—but when I opened it… I FELL THROUGH THE MAP.”

Jeongin bursts out laughing.

“I JUST KEPT FALLING. FOREVER.” You grab his arm dramatically. “It was darkness. An endless void.”

Jeongin wipes away a tear. “So, you were just free-falling in a glitchy game for eternity?”

“Yes!!”

He grins, pulling you into a hug. “That’s actually hilarious.”

“No, it was terrifying,” you mumble into his chest.

“Aw, poor thing.” He laughs softly, rubbing your back. “If you ever get stuck in a game again, just call me. I’ll patch you up with a cheat code.”

“You BETTER,” you grumble.

Jeongin smirks. “But imagine if you woke up in real life and everything was still lagging?”

“…Go back to sleep before I punch you.”

Jeongin chuckles, pulling you closer. “Sweet dreams, glitchy protagonist.”

Jisung

You wake up with a gasp, your breath unsteady. The room is dark, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning. Your pulse is racing, and the absurdity of your dream only makes you feel worse.

Beside you, Jisung stirs. “Mmmh…?” He lets out a tiny, sleepy whimper before his voice comes out muffled against his pillow. “Whaz happ’nin…?”

You hesitate, swallowing hard. “Just… a nightmare.”

That wakes him up immediately. He rolls over onto his side, blinking blearily at you. “Wait, what? Are you okay?” His voice is still raspy from sleep, but there’s an immediate concern in his tone.

You nod, rubbing your face. “It was just… really weird.”

Jisung, still only half-conscious, blindly reaches for your hand and clutches it against his chest. “Tell me.”

You sigh, already regretting this. “…You’re gonna make fun of me.”

He gasps dramatically. “Me? Make fun of you? Never.”

You give him a look.

“…Okay, maybe a little.” He grins, voice still sleepy. “But I promise to comfort you first.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was being chased by a swarm of… aggressive hamsters.”

Silence.

Jisung doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

Then his eyebrows slowly rise. “I’m sorry, did you just say… hamsters?”

You groan, flopping onto your back. “Forget it.”

“NO NO—” Jisung suddenly sits up, eyes wide. “Are you telling me you just lived through ‘Attack of the Fluffballs’ in your sleep??”

You shove your face into your hands. “This is why I didn’t wanna tell you.”

Jisung clutches his stomach, already giggling. “W-Wait—were they like… tiny hamsters? Or were they human-sized?”

You glare at him. “Obviously tiny.”

“AND YOU WERE SCARED?!” He howls with laughter, throwing his head back.

“They had TEETH, Jisung! They were like demonic marshmallows!!”

Jisung wheezes. “I can’t— I literally can’t breathe—”

You huff, crossing your arms. “You’re the worst.”

After a solid minute of laughter, Jisung wipes a tear from his eye, still grinning. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“…No, I’m not.” He leans over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him. “But hey… if any hamsters try to fight you in your dreams again, I’ll be there to roundhouse kick them into another dimension.”

You laugh despite yourself, relaxing in his embrace. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nuzzles his nose into your hair, voice softer. “Promise.”

A comfortable silence settles between you.

Then Jisung snickers. “…Demonic marshmallows.”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it before laying back down and hugging him.

[akawifeyy]

friends with benefits | fic (FC43)

description: it’s six months into your relationship with formula one driver franco colapinto, but you’re still believing the delusional lie that there’s no strings attached.

tropes: no strings attached, he’s obsessed with you, playboy, girlfriend!fem!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: suggestive and mature content (!!), minor mentions of violence, swearing

| note: agh i love franco so much, i wish there was more f1 content with him

Franco kissed you, his touch soft as a feather while his fingers splayed across your skin, worshipping your curves. He knew every inch of you, committing it to memory like you’d evaporate in his arms if he didn’t do so. “Mmm, mi alma, I love you,” he murmured in the shell of your ear, his breath warm. “I don’t know how I could ever live without you.”

You froze, going deathly still, at a loss of words. I love you. This was the first time he had ever uttered that phrase, and you were struck dumb, unable to respond.

Noticing your distress, Franco cupped your cheek in reassurance, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he grinned. “You don’t have to say it back. I understand. I want you to mean it when you do tell me it.”

“No, that’s not it,” you whispered, face flushing with embarrassment. You didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to break the spell and ruin the sweet moment. With Franco’s rapidly intensifying schedule, time between you was being whittled down more and more.

Franco’s eyebrows furrowed, concern etching lines in his face. “¿Que te pasa?”

Averting your gaze, you quickly blurted, “I didn’t realize we were so serious. I guess I still thought we were just hooking up, no strings attached. Hearing you say that…It’s just shocking.”

He reared back, dropping his hand from your face like he had been burnt. “Are you trying to tell me that there’s someone else you’d rather have been spending your time with?” His eyes hardened with hurt as he imagined you underneath some faceless man while he made love to you. In Franco’s mind, the two of you had been together since he’d taken you out on that first date in Buenos Aires, exploring his hometown with you by his side. Ever since then, you were inseparable. So why were you pretending otherwise?

You shook your head, suddenly feeling stupid. “No, of course not, I just assumed you’d find someone better and leave me. I thought all Formula One drivers were like that.”

Franco blinked. “There is no girl better than you, Y/N. And I’m not all Formula One drivers, I’m my own person.”

“Well…” You squirmed out of his reach, turning away from him as you fumbled for the right thing to say. “So, we’re… together? You want to be with me? For real?”

He nodded vigorously. “I’ve always wanted to be with you. I thought I made this clear.”

You twisted your lips, guilt gnawing at your insides. “It didn’t click. I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been calling you mi novia to my parents ever since day one,” Franco said, expelling a breath. “Telling them that I’ve found my wife, I’ve found the woman I will marry and spend the rest of my days with. And the whole time you’ve been believing that we were nothing? Just fuck buddies?”

Heat permeated your skin, and you thought you might die from the humiliation. “I’m sorry, Franco.”

“You’re not just a good fuck for me, Y/N,” Franco hissed, stepping close to you and jerking your head up so you would be forced to look at him. Arousal pooled in your lower gut as you watched frustration grow in his piercing stare. “You’re my everything. Why else would I buy you everything you want? Why would I make you wear my jersey, hold your hand in public, warn other men off and threaten to chop their dicks off? Just to have some fun?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his words sunk in. “I’m sorry.”

“You keep saying that, but you don’t understand how upset I am with you,” Franco retorted. He tugged you roughly, crashing his lips against your forehead. “Mierda. Six months, and you really thought you were just another warm body for me?”

You covered your mouth with your hands, all semblances of speech eradicated.

“You’re not. Get that idea out of your head.” Franco’s eyes narrowed to slits. “We’re not fuck buddies, or some other crazy shit. We do have strings attached, because I’m in love with you. And I’m never giving you up for another woman. Not in a thousand years.”

You inclined your head. “OK, if you say so.”

“Good.” Franco touched your chin again with one finger. “Now let’s get back to what we were doing, hm?”

A moan broke free as he lowered your shirt, revealing the bare skin of your shoulder and collarbones. A flurry of kisses were embedded as his own shirt was removed and you were placed carefully on the bed. He positioned himself on top, his strong arms barricading you and muscles flexing as he began working his way down to your pussy. When your skirt was tossed on the floor along with your panties, he began his conquest, two fingers sliding in you without much difficulty.

“It’s like you’re built for me,” Franco growled. “So fucking ready.”

You swallowed back another moan as he extricated his fingers, instead replacing it with his cock.

“¿Todo bien?” he asked a few minutes later, languidly thrusting as sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip. “Do I need to stop?”

You shook your head feebly. “No, please, Franco,” you mewled.

“I hope you know that I adore you, hermosa. I don’t care if this is too much, too soon, because my emotions are going to swallow me whole if I don’t tell you.” Franco groaned as he dug deeper, his entire body pulsing with unspent energy as his release neared. “You live in my every heartbeat, you linger in my thoughts. When I am away from you, I feel like I will die.”

“I...” Your breath was shaky as you continued, “I love you, Franco.”

“If my legacy is to be your lover, then so be it,” he added. “Haría cualquier cosa por ti.”

And together, the pleasure that had been steadily mounting reached its breaking point, and you unraveled together.

Two souls, in sync. The way you wanted it to be forever.

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[purinfelix]

do i wanna know? ✮⋆˙ - park jongseong

summary: while attending a performance by your friend's band, you locked eyes with their guitarist up on stage - though you wouldn't have guessed that you caught a lot more than just his gaze ──────── rock guitarist! jay x reader || sfw, lots of tension, jay's a bit mean (but i like him like that) || w/c: 1.3k

a/n: TRUST ive been busy this week guys so i had to fart this one out real quick when i felt the inspo come to me - i promise im working on part 2s for the others but i hope u enjoy this one !!! (cus it lowk is quite self-indulgent lol)

Jay had never made a mistake on stage before.

If he ever had though, it wouldn't have been a huge deal. It wasn't like his band was that famous yet, and he was only the guitarist after all. If he had been in Heeseung's position as the singer or Niki on bass, then maybe his little hiccup would've been more noticeable. Luckily for him though, he had been practising with these guys for as long as he could remember, and playing guitar for even longer than that - so he had never once questioned his skill.

Until tonight, when he spotted you in the crowd, standing in stark contrast to the rowdy men who surrounded you - the typical audience his band drew in. There was no way he couldn't have noticed you when you were dressed like that and looking at him like that, like he was the only one on stage, the only one in the world. He'd have to be some sort of god not to stuff up, at least a little.

All concerns about the complaints he'd have to hear after the show washed away quickly when he found himself locking eyes with you, an eager smirk spreading across his features. It's electric, and he feels his heart swell with pride in a way it never has before. It only takes a small nudge from Heeseung, though, and he's back, fingers moving swiftly and falling smoothly back into the rhythm of the song - though you don't leave his mind.

"Seriously, dude?" Jake sighs as they file off of the stage, having to yell a bit over the sound of the crowd chanting for an encore as he twirls his drumstick in one hand.

"What," Jay spits, though he already knows what's coming.

"You can't just be stuffing up like that, especially not on stage," the drummer sighs, pushing him to the side.

"Whatever, finger just slipped, alright?" Jay scoffed in response as they headed into the break room, unlooping his guitar strap from around him and settling it down in his case.

"Well, it better not happen again," Heeseung's voice is laced with malice, "I'm serious."

"Well, I'm going out for a smoke," Jay replies, half-heartedly waving to the rest of his bandmates, cigarette already dangling from his lips as he pushes past them to the back exit.

The cold night air hits him stronger than he was expecting, and in combination with the deadly quiet, the atmosphere forces him to sober up a little bit. Sure, it was dumb making a mistake like that, he knows, but no one smart has ever been a rockstar. He leans against the back wall with a sigh, looking upward to the empty night sky. Then in a swift, almost automatic motion, he pulls his lighter out of his back pocket, cupping it to the end of his cigarette.

In between tours, practices and performing, he can't remember the last time he's had a moment to himself that was this quiet and he can audibly hear the faint crackle his cigarette lets out as it sparks to life - as well as the impatient tapping of what sounds like a high-heeled boot coming not far away from him.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine," you huff, crossing your arms over yourself in an attempt to protect your bare skin from the weather, "just wan't expecting it to be this damn cold."

He laughs, low and a little cocky, almost as if he's entertaining you with it. "What are you doing out here then, sweetheart?"

You choose to ignore his pet name, "isn't it obvious?"

He raises an interested brow, moving towards you at an infuriatingly slow pace, his boots scraping against the pavement. He stops just close enough that you catch the faint scent of smoke mixed with something softer - his cologne? You bite your bottom lip in irritation, not at the slow way he looks you up and down, as if he's savouring you, but rather at the strange way it makes you feel.

"Waiting for someone?" There's a sudden tenderness in his tone, and he's unable to hide his intrigue.

You nod, "for Jake."

"Ah," he says, almost in disappointment, as he leans back against the wall with a soft thud, and you watch intently as his slender hands come up to pull his cigarette away from his mouth - shortly followed by the smooth grey smoke that pierces through the dark air. His silver rings glimmer in the moonlight, catching your eye. "You're one of his groupies."

"I wouldn't call myself th-"

"Oh, I'm sorry, what ridiculous name has he come up for you guys now, hm? His darlings? His angels?"

"I'm his friend," you say curtly, shifting your weight from one foot onto the other, "plus I'm just here to watch the show."

Jay hums, tilting his head as he exhales another slow stream of smoke, though you notice he makes an effort to do it away from your direction. "So you came all the way out here in that," his eyes flick down to your outfit, lingering just long enough to make a point, "just to see the show?"

"Believe it or not, yeah."

"Interesting," he says, dragging out the word. "You know I knew Jake was dense, but keeping a pretty thing like you around just as a friend is just plain stupid."

You're taken aback, caught between feeling offended and weirdly flattered. "Well, better a friend then some weird stranger I'm only entertaining because I'm waiting for him, hm?"

"And yet you're here talking to me still and not waiting backstage to throw yourself at him," he tilts his head with a smirk, as if he's figured something out, "doesn't really seem like you're in a rush to see him."

You scoff, crossing your arms even tighter. "Not that it's any of your business, but I don't throw myself at anyone."

"You don't?" His lips curl at the edges in a way that makes you narrow your eyes. "Could've fooled me with the way you were looking at me up on stage."

You feel a heat prick at the back of your neck - you didn't think he'd noticed that, but you refuse to let him get to you. "You mean when you messed up your set?" you say back teasingly. "Yeah, I did notice that."

He laughs, but this time it's more genuine, almost as if he's actually impressed by your response. "You're good, quick, I like that in a woman."

"Don't care."

"Liar."

You glare at him, and he just grins like he's enjoying this far too much - and judging from the way he's looking at you, he is, and guessing from the way your heart pounds in your chest, you might be too.

Before you can fire back, the door swings open, and Jake's voice cuts through the thick tension. "There you are!" His brows furrow when he sees Jay and just how close the two of you are standing. "What are you doing out here with her?"

"I was just giving your friend here some directions," he smirks, tossing his cigarette onto the pavement and stepping on it with his boot.

Jake's frown deepens, and he reaches for your wrist, tugging you gently but firmly toward the door. "Come on, let's go."

You let him pull you inside, but not before glancing over your shoulder. Jay's still leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you - though this time his gaze is heavier. You twist your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were looking, but not before catching the flicker of his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, like he's tasted something intriguing - something he's not quite done with yet.

[suppose-i-was-worm]

For Lack of a Burger

**finally I have written! Sorry for the long absence, folks- my cat is a needy little thing and I love her. Enjoy!**

“As blood son of Batman, it is only natural that I train here to become heir to the Bat.”

Dick- well, Nightwing right now- looked down at Robin, who was staring out over Gotham with his brow furrowed.

“And what of the league? I can’t imagine them letting the heir to the Demon’s Head run loose.”

Robin stiffened a fraction more than he already was- something that Nightwing wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t trained by Batman himself.

“I know only one thing for sure concerning the heirship of the league.”

“What is that?”

“Grandfather will not taste relief in death.”

Nightwing wasn’t sure what that meant, but Damian seemed so assured of the fact. He would have to tell Bruce- maybe Ra’s had discovered a better method of immortality than the pits?

An alert pinged on their communicators, and the two of them checked it before heading off to save the citizens.

~~~

“I miss real food, Clocky.”

“You are currently unable to process it.”

“I know. Ectoplasm just isn’t the same though.”

Danny sprawled on Clockwork’s floor, lazily filling out paperwork from ages ago and yesterday.

“It has been a very long time since you left humanity behind.”

“I wish there was a safe way to go back and get some food.”

His mentor paused briefly, and Danny looked up. Was that a gleam in Clockwork’s eye?

“There is a way.”

Danny shot up into a seated position, crossing his legs.

“Tell me!”

“You will face many hardships.”

“Clockwork, serious as a funeral, I would kill for a burger right now.”

Clockwork smiled enigmatically.

“You may have to.”

He flicked his fingers and Danny found himself pushed back. He allowed it- at this point in his existence, he could overpower Clockwork, but he’d asked for this.

The world went dark around him.

~~~

In the year since he’d come to live with Father, Damian had not said a word about his brother. He’d been told, before being unceremoniously bundled away from the only home he’d ever known, that he was to be the heir of the Bat and Daniel was to be the Demon’s Head.

His mother had told him that Father would try and steal Daniel away from the League- that Damian would yet again be the lesser son. After a few months with Father, Damian had stopped believing that. There was no thing as a ‘lesser’ child for Father.

And yet.

Grandfather was a powerful man, and Grandfather treasured Daniel more than he had ever cared for Damian.

Daniel al Ghul, second son of the Bat of Gotham, was brilliant. He kept his emotions in check, fought with practiced ease in any situation, and spoke circles around even mother. It never took him as long as it took Damian to learn a new skill, and most of the time he spent studying, even when they were both allowed a break.

Damian loved him, even as the younger child overtook the position Damian had striven for his entire life.

What was not to love? Damian had loved him ever since his tiny hand had curled around his finger in infancy.

He had always been fond of small, cute things.

But if Daniel left the League, Grandfather would come after him, and it would be unsafe.

Damian held his tongue and loved his baby brother from a distance, even though he might never see him again.

~~~

John “Hellblazer” Constantine needed a drink. Or several.

Bats had appeared on the Watchtower with yet another new Robin, and this one was probably the most concerning out of all of them.

No, it wasn’t the sword.

It was the massive fucking protection order from a powerful death god that radiated off his small form.

“Bats.”

“Hm.”

“I need to talk to you and the kid.”

Bats nodded, a gesture John took to mean ‘go ahead’.

John sighed.

“Not here, Bats. Too many ears.”

“Hrn.”

The Bat swept away, followed closely by his brightly colored companion. John followed as well. He was pretty good at speaking Bat, after all these years working together.

They made their way into the bowels of the Watchtower, into a sitting room John hadn’t known existed.

“What do you need, Constantine?”

John paused for a moment, assessing. Robin was watching him suspiciously, hand on his sword, and Batman was standing half in front of the little bird protectively.

“Did you know this one was friends with a death god?”

“What?”

The Bat and Robin spoke the same word at the same time, in the exact same tone. Did they practice that? Anyways.

“Yup. Little redbreast screams hands off.”

“I am not acquainted with any gods.”

John shrugged.

“Doesn’t mean you knew they were a god. To get to the bottom of this- has anyone ever sworn to protect you in some way?”

Robin went still and pale behind his mask, before darting a glance up at Batman.

Batman, who was looking down at his sidekick.

“Robin? Report.”

The boy stuck his chin out.

“It was many years ago, Batman. He- they couldn’t have been a god.”

“You don’t know that, kid. Where did you meet him?”

“He wasn’t a god!”

Robin had become defensive, sword halfway out of it’s sheath, glaring at John- presumably for the sin of being alive.

“If the League of Assassins has contact with a deity of death, we need to know, Robin.”

Snarling, Robin started out of the room.

“I will not discuss him with either of you. He is safe where he is.”

“Robin- chum. Who is he?”

Robin stopped in the door, not looking back. His voice wobbled a little as he spoke.

“My younger brother.”

John needed a drink, and fast.

~~~

Danny stood over Damian’s bed, watching his older brother breathe shallowly. Grandfather had beat him badly, and Danny was still unsure why.

Talia wouldn’t look him in the eye, and Grandfather had gone to soak in the pits.

“Daniel?”

“Damian!”

Danny bent over his brother, placing a hand over his pulse to check it.

“Why?”

Why had Grandfather beaten him? Why had he stood and let it happen? Why didn’t he run?

“He… wanted me… t’kill you.”

Danny felt rage swell up in his tiny seven-year-old body. What right did Ra’s al Ghul think he had, to beat a child almost to death for such a reason?

What right did that man have, to touch someone Danny had come to care for?

Closing his eyes briefly, Danny allowed himself to meditate for the few moments it would take to let his rage die down enough to comfort his brother.

Once it had, he opened his eyes again and pressed his forehead to Damian’s.

“I swear I will protect you, ahki. Ra’s al Ghul will not taste relief in death.”

The next day Danny watched invisibly as Talia dipped Damian in the Lazarus pits to heal him before putting him on a plane to Gotham.

~~~

“You have made me proud, Daniel.”

Ra’s watched as Daniel bowed, having taken out a squadron of elite ninja for his tenth birthday.

The ninja were still breathing- Ra’s was sure Daniel had spared them so as to not weaken the ranks of the League he was set to inherit.

It pleased him that his young grandson was so wise, despite his youth. His older brother had no such wisdom- rash and impatient, still full of emotional weakness. Ra’s would no longer claim that boy as his grandson once Daniel passed his newest test.

With a wave of his hand, several ninja brought forth a young man. They had managed to kidnap Richard Grayson from under the nose of the Bat, and now Daniel would kill the other.

“Grandfather?”

“This is your Father’s oldest ward. He is a usurper to a place that rightfully should be yours. Kill him.”

Daniel walked towards the bound man, and the ninja holding the captive backed away respectfully.

“May I ask him a question, Grandfather?”

Ra’s nodded. There was no harm in it.

The boy drew his sword and stepped around the man, holding the blade to his neck.

“Tell me, Grayson. Is Damian well?”

The lilt in his voice spelled danger for Damian, and Ra’s could barely contain his grin at Daniel’s ferocity.

“He is protected,” the kneeling man forced out. “You won’t harm a hair on his head.”

Daniel smiled, not unlike a shark.

“I know.”

Before Ra’s could blink, Richard Grayson’s bonds had fallen to the floor as if he had turned into a ghost, and Daniel’s sword was stabbed into the dirt between the Demon Head’s feet.

“We are leaving, Ra’s, and you will not stop us.”

The venom in his calm grandson’s voice when Daniel said his name made Ra’s pause, but only for a moment.

At a gesture, ninja poured out into the courtyard, intent on recapturing Nightwing and taking down the heir to the Demon.

Seconds before the ninja collided with the two, Daniel grinned, his eyes locked straight on Ra’s, grabbed Grayson’s hand, and the two vanished.

~~~

Dick was… Confused didn’t quite cut it. His day had been a disaster, and then this tiny meta who looked like a carbon copy of Damian appeared.

“So… You a clone?”

���No.”

“Oh. Uh. What are we doing, by the way?”

The boy smiled serenely at him, and then continued his work.

“Jacking a plane.”

“You’re like, eight.”

The boy shrugged.

“If you like.”

“Where are we going?”

“Gotham.”

“Who are you?”

The boy turned and put his hands on his hips, and Dick was starkly reminded of Bruce by the posture and facial expression.

“Look, Grayson, I get it, you’re confused. But if you don’t shut up and let me finish this wiring, we’ll never get you back to Gotham before the League catches up.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

The boy turned back around and continued his wiring.

“Call me Danny. Too many fruitloops call me Daniel.”

Dick expected a long flight ahead of them.

~~~

Damian was strapping on the last of his gear to go rescue Richard from the League of Assassins when the man himself strolled into the batcave, looking tired but no worse for wear.

“Dick!”

Batman- no, he took his cowl off- Father threw himself across the room to assess the health of his son.

Damian started unstrapping his gear.

“How did you get free?”

“We apparently had a man on the inside?”

“Had?”

“He blew his cover to save me.”

“Nightwing, report. Where is this man now?”

“I was landing the plane. Nice digs, dad.”

The cave fell silent, but for the ringing of the batarangs Damian dropped as he spun to face the newcomer.

“Not sure what I think of the ‘cave’ vibe you have going on, though.”

“Daniel?”

Daniel met Damian’s eyes, and a look Damian had never seen on his little brother broke out on the boy’s face.

A true, genuine, joyful smile.

“Akhi!”

Damian pulled out his sword and held it towards the stranger in his brother’s body.

“Who are you?”

The boy laughed.

“I’m a little weird now, right? It’s okay, Damian, it’s me.”

“What was the last thing you said to me.”

Damian felt that was a good question. No one but Daniel would know.

“I said I would protect you, and that Ra’s al Ghul would not experience a pleasant afterlife.”

“That-“

“Isn’t quite it, I know. Still true, though. I brought the Lazarus pits with me. Ra’s can’t use them anymore.”

Damian heard Father and Drake choke at Daniel’s words. This was Daniel, despite his complete personality change. No one had been with them when Daniel had made his promise.

“Since when were you a god of death?”

Daniel laughed.

“It’s a long story, Ahki.”

Damian sheathed his sword and held out a hand.

“Come then, habibi, tell me.”

“Can I have a burger to go with the story? I’m starving."

[songsanpotato]

Saved by the Beep?

PAIRING: university classmate!mingi x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.5k (got a bit carried away)

WARNINGS: mostly fluff, suggestive behaviour, SEXUAL TENSION, teasing, flirting, power dynamics?, everything is consensual SYNOPSIS: After making you cry in class, Mingi surprises you with a visit

A/N: I love a man who isn't afraid to cry, but unfortunately, not many of those exist any more :( maybe I'll write a pt2? who knows. Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

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"Coming!" You shout from your bed room as someone rings your doorbell.

It's a rainy Thursday night and you've just dried your hair after taking the most relaxing everything shower you've ever had.

University life is stressful - especially when a certain guy in your class, who you may or may not have had a crush on since the moment you met him, decided to call you untalented in front of the entire class.

Mingi was his name. Turning up to every lesson is the most non-slutty slutty outfits that a man could ever wear. His large shoulders, chest and his tiny whorish waist constantly on display through his tight t shirts. You weren't surprised you fell for him but you knew you could not tell anyone - that's a sign of weakness.

Instead, you resorted to playful teasing and banter, which he readily engaged in. But something about the way he'd called you untalented at the class hangout before lesson made it feel as if he was being serious. Unable to contain your realisation in that moment, you excused yourself from room and walked to the bathroom without trying to arouse any suspicion that you could actually be feeling upset.

Washing your face, making sure to erase any signs that you had been crying, you head back to the classroom and stay quiet for the rest of the lesson. At the end, Mingi comes over to you.

"Are you okay?" he asks, genuine concern plastered on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You say, forcing a smile on your face as you quickly walk out the door and back to your apartment.

After eating what may well have been a lifetime supply of gyozas from your freezer, you decided today would be a self care day as you watch the clouds begin to darken outside and the rain begin to fall.

That's why you found it confusing that anyone would be at your door at this time. Your apartment was a little way away from anyone else's that you knew.

You open the door to find a soaking wet Mingi stood in front of you.

"Mingi what are-" you start before being interrupted as Mingi wraps his arms around your frame, dwarfing you in the process.

It catches you off guard, as you feel yourself stop breathing. When you finally manage to tell your brain to keep breathing, your other senses kick in. He smells so good, he always smells good. His hair tickles the side of your neck as you realise he's crying.

Mingi never cries.

He made that very clear before when you jokingly told him to cry after he feigned sadness.

"Hey, it's okay. Let it out, it's okay." you say, unable to move your hands to comfort him in any sort of way because his arms were still tightly wrapped around you.

"I'm sorry." He sniffles into your neck.

"Huh?" You say.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Mingi babbles, a constant string of sorries tumbling out of his mouth.

Shimmying out his grasp, you manage to free yourself and grab his face.

"Mingi, breathe."

"I-"

"I said breathe, not speak."

When you finally see him take a deep breath, you begin to speak.

"Come inside." You begin, "You're drenched."

Guiding him inside, you point to the bathroom.

"Take a shower, I'll leave a towel and some clothes at the door." you say softly.

He nods slowly and slumps towards the bathroom. When you finally hear the lock click and the shower begin to run, you let your emotions overcome you as you steady yourself against the wall.

What just happened?

No time to stand and think, you need to find him some clothes. Mingi was a giant of a man compared to you. None of your clothes would fit him.

Frantically searching through your wardrobe, you pull out the largest shirt you had, a gift from your mum that she had sent in a care package after your second week at university.

That'll do. Now, trousers?

You try and find the largest pair of sweatpants you could find, with no success.

Now what?

Your internal panic begins to increase as you hear the shower turn off. Running towards the bathroom door, you leave the tent of a shirt and a towel on the floor. Gently knocking on the door, you speak.

"Hey, so I don't have any bottoms for you because you know- you're huge so if you pass me your clothes, I can put them in the dryer while you get changed?" you offer.

You hear the lock click and watch as steam escapes the doorway and Mingi's arm outstretched hands you his clothes which have obviously been wrung out in the sink.

Bless him, he tried.

"Shirt and towel are at the door." You say, turning on your heels and walking towards your dryer and throwing his damp clothes in. Turning it on, you flop down on your sofa and decide to doom scroll through your instagram feed. You need this time to ground yourself somewhere in reality, why not let it be in other people's reality.

And just as you were about to question whether this was all real happening or not, Mingi appears in the doorway of the living room.

His usual demeanour was gone, his teasing aura now replaced with something similar to a shy little child. Staring down at his feet, you realise why.

Your shirt only just fit him and the towel that was wrapped around his waist hung dangerously low.

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling.

"Come sit." You say, patting the sofa next to you. "Your clothes should be done in like fifteen minutes ish? That depends on whether the dryer wants to be good and actually work, otherwise it may take longer."

You feel the sofa dip as you watch Mingi sit down next to you. His hair still slightly damp, framing his eyes, which now looked heavy, a stark contrast from his usual shiny and outgoing self.

"Are you okay?" You ask quietly, shifting yourself to sit cross-legged in front of him.

"Yeah." He says, his eyes half-lidded.

You can't tell whether it's from sadness or tiredness, but either way, it didn't make you happy.

"What's going on?" you ask, hesitantly.

Mingi just looks at you.

"Look, whatever is going on, clearly is upsetting you. And if you think it has something to do with me, I promise, it's okay." you say as you watch him shift uncomfortably.

"Y/n-"

"If you're about to say you're sorry again, I'm going to kick you out and you can stand outside in that towel."

Mingi's lips curl into a small smile, and you finally relax.

"Every time you apologise, you owe me food. Now talk." you say, leaning your side against the sofa.

"I didn't mean to make you upset, the words just came out of my mouth before I said it and I knew as soon as I said it that it was wrong and-"

"Wait wait," you say, cutting through his rant, "Who said I was upset?"

"You cried didn't you?" he asks, his head tilting to the side, to mirror your body position.

"No I didn't." You lied.

"Yes you did." he counters.

"No, I didn't." You repeat, putting emphases on the words.

"Yes, you did." he mimics you, "Your nose was pink after you came back, and two of your eyelashes were stuck together. You were either crying or you washed your face, and I know for a definite that you were crying because of your nose, and by the way the baby hairs on your hairline were sticking to your forehead, it seemed to me that you washed your face too."

You feel the heat creeping up your face as Mingi's eyes burn holes into yours.

"What about you?" You stammer trying to change the subject, "Why were you wet? Did you walk here or something?"

"I ran actually."

Now it was your turn to stare back at him.

He ran. In the rain. To apologise. Because he made you cry?

Your mind raced with a million things a second, your eyes never leaving Mingi's. You felt the air begin to tense as the eye contact felt a little too uncomfortable.

"Mingi-" you say as you break eye contact to look at the wall behind him.

"Y/n, I need you to understand something." He says shuffling slightly towards you so that his left thigh just touched your crossed legs.

"Okay." You say shrinkingly, suddenly feeling an intense amount of attention on you.

You watch as Mingi's eyelashes flutter as he ghost blinks, taking in your face.

"I ran, in the rain, for you."

"Yes, I put that together." you say.

"Why?" he whispers, tipping his head forward as he leans towards you.

"Why what?" you whisper back.

"Why did I do that?"

You blink for a second, unsure of how to respond. The weight of Mingi's intensely silent stare made you feel uneasy. You breathe a shaky sigh.

"I don't know." You whisper, staring at the floor.

An uncomfortable feeling settled into your body, you needed to get out of whatever this was.

"You don't know?" he leans forwards even more so that if he did it one more time, your noses would touch, "Or you're ignoring it?"

This is too much.

You might have a crush on this man, but that does not mean you know how to handle situations that have an immense amount of tension - sexual tension.

You feel your body begin to move for you, as you stand up.

"Where are you going?" Mingi says as you walk towards the door.

"I- er, need to check on the dryer." You say, frantically trying to ignore the pounding of your heart that is settling in your eardrums.

"Y/n." he calls out to you, making you stop in your tracks.

Something about the way he said your name was so enticing. No, you shouldn't be stopping. But you were no longer in control of your body.

You turn around to see Mingi now manspreading across your sofa, his arm up against the back of it, his head tilted to one side.

Oh my god he looks so sexy right now.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts inside your head.

"Please sit back down." He smiles seductively at you.

You don't know whether it's seduction he's going for, or he's just smiling casually. All you know is that you shouldn't do what he's asking you to do. That gives him power, and he's had enough of that for today.

"No." You say, trying to sound confident, but it comes more sheepish.

"I said sit down." he says gently.

Excuse you?

"I'm not a dog." you say, now finding yourself stood right in front of him, trying to assert some kind of dominance over him in this situation.

"No?" He asks, "Then why are you in front of me instead of your dryer."

You swallow the lump in your throat that you didn't know was there. Admitting defeat, you sit back down in your original spot and feel Mingi's eyes burning through you.

"Not there." he says.

"What?"

"Here."

Your eyes follow his hand, watching his free hand tap his thigh. Eyes flicking back up to his face, you watch a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"Okay, no, this is getting out of hand. I'm going to get your clothes and you need to go home." you say, determined to do exactly as you say.

Mingi stands up with you and begins to follow.

"But if you've just dried my clothes, wouldn't it be a waste if I went back home in the rain?" he says, his strides larger than yours as he blocks the doorway with his frame.

"I'll get you an uber or something." You say as you try and move the man out of your path.

He does not budge.

You try squeezing past him but he blocks you.

"Please Mingi just let me get through." you pant slapping his chest.

Who knew that trying to move a man who was built like a brick wall would be so difficult. Surrendering again, you bang your fists against him.

"Stop, that hurts." He says, clearly pretending to be affected as he grabs your wrists.

"That's a shame." You say, trying to free yourself from his grip, "Maybe you should cry about it."

Your attempts at trying to discourage him from whatever he was thinking were all going in vain.

Mingi pushes you by your hands up against the wall beside the door. Closing the gap between the two of you, he leans down, his forehead against yours as he breathes heavily.

"I already told you, I don't cry." he says lowly.

That's not what I saw.

You want to say something. But with Mingi's hands pinning your wrists and his face so close to yours, your throat goes dry.

"Nothing to say now?" Mingi teases, holding eye contact as he guiding your hands up above your head, both of yours held up by one of his as his hand comes down to caress the side of your face, "Good."

His hand grabs the side of your neck, his thumb underneath your earlobe as he leans down and presses his lips against yours. Your body feels like it's about to give way as fireworks explode in your brain.

Wait no, you can't be doing this.

Your eyes snap open, as you back your face away, struggling against his hand that still gripped your neck and Mingi's lips still against yours

"Mingi, stop-" you say against his mouth.

"You want me to stop?" he says, attaching his lips to the column of your neck.

"Please-" you say, moaning at the feeling of him.

"Because you're telling me to stop," he says, licking a stripe down to your collarbone, causing a shiver to run up your spine, "But your body's are telling me to keep going."

In the heat of the moment, you hadn't realised that your head had instinctively moved to give Mingi more access and he'd let go of your hands and they were now attached to his hair, finger tangled in between his dark locks.

He was right. You did want this. But you couldn't feed his ego anymore.

Slowly kissing back up to your face, he stops before reaching your lips again.

"Y/n." he says.

"Please don't say my name like that." you try and bring yourself back to reality, "And please stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You know what I mean." you say, frustrated.

"Do I? Maybe I just need to all of that again." He says, moving his face towards yours again.

His nose bumps into yours and his lips just ghost over yours when you hear a loud beeping sound.

Your dryer.

Thank god.

Saved by the... beep?

[iitslera]

Baby on the way : JJ Maybank x reader

Summary:  JJ and his girlfriend (reader named Grace) become young parents.

Warnings: English is not my first language (use of iphone translator), I don’t use y/n (reader is called Grace or Gigi as JJ calls her), Other than that, I think it’s pure fluff.

A/n: I’m receiving requests from JJ and Rafe, (im hoped to improve my level of English soon to stop using the iPhone translator) Based on S4 after buying the house from the bank, enjoy.

𖹭.ᐟ pt2

I held the test in my hands, with the words confirming what I had been feeling for days: Positive. That word seemed so small, but it carried an immense weight. My mind was in chaos. 

I didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or just stay silent until the world stopped spinning.  

How was I going to tell JJ? I couldn’t imagine his reaction, and that terrified me. We had been through so much together, but this was different. This was... too real.  

I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to calm myself. The sound of the birds outside the house helped a little, though not enough.  

I walked toward the dock, hoping the salty breeze would clear the knot in my throat. I saw him from a distance, laughing with Pope and John B, as if the world were simple, as if nothing mattered more than the moment. For a second, I wished things could stay that way, uncomplicated. But then, JJ saw me.  

His smile slowly faded, and his expression turned serious. He knew me too well. He could tell something was wrong.  

When he reached me, I felt like I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding so loudly I thought he could hear it.  

“Is everything okay?” he asked, with that mix of concern and tenderness that always broke me. I shook my head because I knew I couldn’t lie to him, not this time.  

“You’re worrying me, Gigi…” he said, stepping closer.  

My hands trembled. I tried to stop them, to stay strong, but I couldn’t. I had to say it. There was no other choice. I took a breath, though it felt like I was running out of air, and finally, I let it out.  

“I’m pregnant…”

I said it so softly I almost didn’t hear myself, but he did. I saw it in his eyes. His expression changed in an instant. First, surprise, then confusion, and something else I couldn’t identify. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or something like happiness, but it was clear he didn’t know what to feel either.  

“Are you... sure?”he asked, his voice trembling.  

“Yes… I’m sure. I took a test, and... it’s positive.”

When I finally dared to look at him, I found those blue eyes that had captured me from the beginning. This time, there was no trace of the confidence he usually projected. It was like he was as scared as I was. But then, something changed. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.  

“Wow…” he murmured, as if trying to find the right words. “This is unexpected, but… we’re in this together, right?”

The knot in my chest loosened a little, and for the first time, I felt like I could breathe. I didn’t know how we were going to face this or what it meant for us, but at least I wasn’t alone. JJ was here, and that was all I needed at that moment.  

I never thought JJ would be capable of transforming the way he did. Being young parents wasn’t something we had planned, but seeing him so committed and dedicated made me feel that, maybe, everything would be okay.

He made the hardest days more bearable, and even when I felt exhausted or sick, his presence always gave me strength.

Morning sickness became my constant enemy in the early weeks. Every morning I woke up with that nauseous feeling in my stomach, and although just the smell of food made it worse, JJ was there, patiently trying to get me to eat something.

He would wake up earlier than I did to prepare toast or crackers, whatever I could tolerate. He never complained, not even when I asked him to move anything with a smell I couldn't stand.

Today was a calm, sunny day. I sat in the porch hammock, enjoying a bit of peace as a book rested in my lap and the wind tousled my hair. My hands instinctively rested on my growing belly. I couldn’t help but think about the little life growing inside me. It was a strange and wonderful feeling all at once.

Suddenly, JJ appeared with a smile, holding a bag in his hand. As soon as I saw what was inside, I knew what it was: strawberries with cream. My favorite craving of the past few days. I laughed, surprised and grateful at the same time.

“Hi, beautiful”he said with that smile of his that always disarmed me. “I brought you your strawberries with cream.”

My eyes lit up when I saw him, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re the best, you know that?” I told him as I made space in the hammock for him to sit next to me.

JJ set the bag on my lap and sat beside me.

“Anything for you, babe” he replied, winking at me. “You and she deserve the best.”

“she?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, amused. “How do you know it’s going to be a girl?”

He shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I have a feeling” he said, with a confident smile. I laughed, both amused and surprised by his certainty.

“Now you can guess the baby’s gender too?“ I joked.

He simply smiled with that mischievous look he was known for, took a strawberry with cream, and brought it to my lips. I took a small bite, savoring the sweet flavor. It was so simple, yet so special.

“And what will you do if it’s a boy?” I asked with a playful smile as I chewed.

“Then I’ll have guessed wrong” he said, shrugging before bringing another strawberry to his mouth. “But I don’t think so. My intuition never fails me.”

“You’re impossible” I replied, laughing. “And if you’re right? What will we call her, if it’s a girl?”

JJ paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

“Kai”  he said, with a mix of excitement and tenderness. “It means ‘Sea’ in Hawaiian."

I felt something stir inside me when I heard that name. I repeated it softly, savoring its meaning, imagining our daughter and how it would feel to call her that.

“It’s perfect” I told him, with a smile I couldn’t hide.

At that moment, with the sun shining down on us and his presence beside me, I felt that despite the fears and doubts, we were building something beautiful. Kai. Our little Kai.

“What about you, little one? Do you like Kai?“ JJ asked with a smile, gently rubbing my belly. His voice was soft, as if he were already talking directly to her, as if they already shared a special bond.

And then, I felt it. Something moved inside me. It wasn’t the first time, but this time it was different, stronger, clearer. My breath caught for a moment, surprised by that small but powerful connection that reminded me our baby was there, growing, becoming a part of us.

JJ looked at me with wide eyes, surprised and excited at the same time.

“Did you feel that?” he asked, his tone full of awe. I nodded slowly, still processing the sensation.

“Yes... “  I murmured, my voice filled with emotion. He couldn’t hide the smile that spread across his face. He placed his hand back on my belly, as if he expected to feel it too, as if he wanted to make sure he hadn’t imagined it.

“It’s amazing...” he whispered, almost to himself, as his fingers traced small circles on my skin. “Our Kai... she’s already here, making herself known.”

Tears filled my eyes, but this time they weren’t out of fear or uncertainty. They were tears of pure happiness, of gratitude for this shared moment, for knowing that, despite everything, we were in this together.

JJ looked up and saw my teary eyes.

“Are you okay?“ he asked, his voice filled with concern for a second.

“Yes...” I replied with a smile I couldn’t contain. “It’s just that... all of this makes me feel that, really, everything is going to be okay.”

He hugged me, pressing his forehead against mine.

“ It’s going to be more than okay, Grace. We’re going to be an amazing team. You, me, and our little Kai”

And in that moment, with his hand still on my belly and the sensation of the baby moving inside me, I knew he was right. Everything would be okay.

We didn’t live in a huge house with hundreds of rooms in Figure Height, yet we put all our effort into making the place where the baby would sleep special. We started with the smallest details, choosing each object and color with such care, as if we were creating our own home within that space.

Our room, though not very big, was cozy and perfect for what we needed.

JJ was so involved in the process that he couldn’t stop commenting on the "perfect touches" he had chosen. We created a place where she could grow up surrounded by love and tranquility, and although it wasn’t easy to make decisions, every choice seemed to fall into place little by little.

Once we placed the crib next to our bed, we began working on the small details: soft white curtains that let in natural light, one of those crib mobiles with sea animals because JJ loved the idea of our baby growing up surrounded by those little marine touches, something that connected him to his own roots.

The shelves were filled with children's storybooks that Pope had given us, some soft toys, and several stuffed animals we had started collecting thanks to the rest of our friends.

Every time I walked into the room with all these new changes, I couldn’t help but smile. It felt like a dream come true. Everything was ready to welcome our little baby, a place filled with love and hope.