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This one. I like this one. Fic under the cut
âYour input is not necessary.â
Itâs not the first time Bruce had said that to Dick tonight. It would be less frustrating if B was making better calls- heâs not really listening to anyone else tonight, not just Dick, and his decision making is suffering for it.
Everyone's tempers are suffering for it, too.
It starts with Oracle, who hates when Batman falls back into bad habits like this as much as Dick does, and has twice as less patience for it. She's curtly professional from the word "go" and when Dick offers to bring her a pint of cherry garcia later, Barbara tells him to shove it up his ass instead. Dick doesn't take it personally.
Next is Cass, who's always extra stressed when Barbara's upset. Even so, it blindsides Dick. They'd ended up at the same shootout, they'd efficiently gotten the surrounding civilians to safety, they'd worked together beautifully. They de-escalate the gun fight next, and Dick knocks a gun out of a gangster's hand before he can shoot Blackbat in the back. He doesn't think twice about it until Cass starts castigating him on the roof.
"I didn't need help."
"He was behind you. That's the whole point of a patrol partner, Blackbat, so someone can cover your six."
"No."
"No?"
"You were out of rhythm."
"I was not-"
"You're throwing me off."
She's running before Dick can say anything else. He could catch up with her, if he really tried, but he's still not sure what that was about. Maybe Dick is as out-of-sync as Cass insisted, or maybe Cass is feeling off-kilter herself. Either way, he doesn't go after her.
The rest of the night shift is uneventful, aside from the snipe over comms. Back at the Cave is a different story. Steph and Tim are arguing when Dick rolls in, and Dick gets all of three steps toward the computer before they round on him instead.
"Dick! Tell Tim that-"
"No, Dick, inform Stephanie-"
"Oooh full name, I'm so chastened, Timothy-"
"You should be embarrassed-"
"Okay!" Dick interjects. "What is the problem?"
Steph glances between Dick and Tim, glances at her feet, then sighs aggressively. "Nothing," she grits out. "Absolutely nothing, so for once in your life leave it alone, you busybody."
Dick watches as she stomps away. Just a bad night, he has to remind himself that it's just a bad night. Tim shakes his head when Dick glances at him, so Dick heads straight to the showers.
Clean, warm, and dressed down in comfy sweats, Dick feels much better than has all day. He'd passed Damian on the stairs, but something was clearly eating at the kid- he'd taken one look at Dick and turned sharply in the other direction. Hiding. Dick's been there, and valiantly tries not to take it personally.
He decides to make himself some chamomile (he'll never take sleeping pills again after don't think about it) and takes a moment to check in with himself. His therapist would be proud. Alfred would be proud of how nicely his chamomile turns out; Dick almost always understeeps herbal tea but tonight he's gotten it just right.
Dick sips his tea. He takes inventory of his injuries; minimal bruising, achy lower back, tender left wrist. Pretty good. Then takes stock of the rest of him; tired but not yet sleepy, agitated but not too badly. All in all, considering all the tension, tonight definitely could have been worse.
Famous last words.
Tim walks into the kitchen just as Dick gets to the dregs of his chamomile. Dick nods at him in greeting, and Tim does not take it well.
"Oh, now you acknowledge me?"
Dick does not sigh. He doesn't but it is such a near thing. "Did I not acknowledge you some other time tonight?"
"I asked you to back me up downstairs and you totally ignored me!"
"I did no such thing. You were in the middle of an argument I didn't catch the start of, so I asked what the problem was. How is that ignoring you?"
"I asked you for backup and you didn't come through," Tim hisses.
"Backup in the field and backup in a lovers' quarrel are not the same-"
"It wasn't a- a lovers' quarrel, asshat!"
"Well, how am I supposed to know when you don't say what's really going on?"
"You shouldn't need to know! I asked for backup-the only thing you're good for is backup and you couldn't even do that right!"
......yeah, alright, there's no getting around it. Dick is going to have to take that personally.
Dick deliberately turns away from Tim. He rinses out his teacup so the porcelain won't stain. Then, he takes a long, centering breath, and decides to do something he hasn't done in a long time.
"That how you really feel, Tim?" One more out.
"Yes."
Dick decides to cut his losses.
"Okay then."
"Okay?" Tim asks. Clearly still angry but now confused as well. It's a bad look for him. "This is not an 'okay' kind of situation."
"Not from your angle," Dick says. It's the only reply Tim gets before Dick makes his way upstairs.
Last time he left Gotham at dawn, Dick had nothing but a backpack and stolen emergency cash. This time, Dick is a grown man and a lot less desperate, not to mention a lot less injured, so he digs out his civilian suitcase and actually plans out what he wants to take.
He packs jackets, pajamas, shaving razors, plenty of socks- the kinds of things that are only expensive when purchased by the Wayne Estate, and that he won't buy for himself. All shoes go in a beach bag he has stashed in his closet, except for his loafers which go in the bottom of the dress bag with his most tolerable black tie suit. That had annoyed him last time, he remembers- Alfred had always been so militantly insistent on perfect tailoring that the baggy fit of Dick's off-the-rack replacement had been an unbearable insult to injury.
Other personal affects get tucked in the suitcase with care, bits and bobs, odds and ends, and he zips up everything just as the clock hits 4:00. Even the most workaholic bats should be in bed by now, or at least upstairs, so he should be good for a pop down.
Dick has a Nightwing stash on the edge of the city, and he'll get most of his kit from there, but his costume and his current favorite pair of escrima sticks are going with him now, neatly folded into a briefcase. Dick also nabs a keyring on his way out of Bruce's office.
The car keys used to stay in the garage with their respective vehicles, but one too many joyrides had prompted Bruce to hoard all the keys in a desk drawer instead. The first time Dick had seen them under the monogrammed stationary Bruce never uses, he'd laughed out loud.
It pains Dick to leave his bike behind, but even though Dick doesn't have a lot of luggage, it's still too much for a motorcycle. He'd considered which car to take carefully; no flashy sports car, obviously, but also not one that Bruce is particularly fond of. He needs a car for practical reasons, not spite, so Dick settles on the least ostentatious Audi and tries to think of anything else he might want in the next five-to-ten years.
Dick takes the box of chamomile tea bags.
__________
Donna opens her apartment door on the fourth knock. The look on her face is superficially friendly that Dick's proud of her- of course, she smiles for real when she registers just who it is at her door. Dick finds himself smiling back before he decides to.
"Hey, Donna. Mind if I crash here for a minute?"
Donna raises a curious eyebrow, and Dick bites his lips to keep from grinning. Donna ushers him inside without a word, locks her door, and all but pushes Dick into a bar stool. Donna sits herself up on her counter in front of him and demands eye contact.
"When you say a minute, do you mean a New York minute?"
Dick slides his eyes away and toward her couch. "I mean a lot of minutes. I'm cutting Gotham off."
"AAAA!" Donna picks him up and spins him in the air for several more turns than he thinks this really warrants. Then Donna sets them on the floor just to twirl Dick around even more, and he giggles. Part amusement, mostly relief; Donna wouldn't be so excited if he'd come at a bad time.
"Was the scream of delight necessary?" He asks, still laughing.
"Entirely," she says, mock serious. "This is a delightful day."
Donna sobers a bit at her own words. She eyes him more thoroughly, "It is a delightful day, yes?"
He knows that Donna knows he wouldn't decide to cut contact for no reason, that's not the real question. The answer to her question, which is 'are you reeling from what it was', is thankfully 'no'. Not today.
"Yeah," Dick says honestly. "Peachy, even."
Donna smiles at him.
She deposits him back at her kitchen counter, declares she's going to make real breakfast- apparently she's been breaking her fast with fruit jerky all week- and starts grilling Dick the same time she starts frying up sfakianopita.
"So which straw broke the camel's back?"
"My brother implied I'm mildly useless and I took offense."
"Only 'mildly' useless convinced you to get out of hell? I'm not complaining, but that doesn't sound like you."
Dick bites down the instinctive urge to deflect, to push her away. Donna wouldn't care even if Tim insulting him had been his only grievance. Donna is happy to have him here.
"Nah, it was more of a... death of a thousand cuts kind of thing. Yesterday was a bad night, and I thought about it some- which, you know how that usually goes- I thought about it, and I'm tired of not taking any of it personally. Even if they don't mean it, I don't want to put up with it. Then Tim comes in with an unmistakably personal attack and...."
"And you made the best decision."
Dick's mouth twitches up. "They wouldn't call it that."
"They have terrible decision making skills."
Donna starts stacking the sfakianopita on two plates.
"That's not true, they just don't always pay attention."
"Who does these days?" Donna gripes.
"You," Dick says.
Donna turns toward him, one hand on her hip, one hand pointing her spatula at Dick's face. "You don't make it easy, Dick."
Dick shrugs emphatically. "What can I say? I was born difficult."
"Not difficult," Donna shakes her head. "Just challenging."
"And you like a challenge?" Dick grins.
Donna bops him on the shoulder with the spatula. "Get it right, Dick. I love a challenge."
Well, doesn't that make Dick feel warm and cozy? Donna smirks at him like she's won something (she has and they both know it) and turns to root through her fridge for cheese. Dick gets out of his seat to find the honey while she does.
__________
Dick crashes on Donna's couch for exactly nine days before she tells him they're getting a new place together. Dick tells Donna that he always intended on getting his own space- a misstep, since Donna argues that's exactly why they should get a new apartment. A two bedroom, where Dick can have more privacy.
"I don't want to impose, Donna."
"Have you ever considered what I want?"
Dick sighs. "What do you want, Don?"
"I want company. It's been a lonely year, D. I enjoy when my friends impose."
There's not much he can say to argue that. Isolating himself never leads Dick anywhere good, anyway.
Between apartment hunting and catching up, Donna and Dick fight supervillains. New York City never lacks for things to do- smugglers to send packing, wannabe world conqueror to thwart, assholes to kick in the face. Dick had honestly forgotten how fun it is to patrol during the day.
He adds some some gold back into his costume. Dick's surprised by how much he likes it- it was his idea, yet when he catches glimpses of blue and gold and black all blurring together in high rise windows, beside Donna's sea of stars, Dick feels more like himself than he has in long, long time.
He starts picking up a lot of dropped habits. He makes dinner; real dinner, like Madam Vasilyev used to make on the train's little stove, and like he would sometimes make for the Titans for family team dinners. It's so much easier to make things when it isn't for him alone. Donna is happy to let him, having no great love of cooking herself, and always supportive of non-cape hobbies.
She's full of surprises, though. Dick had tried to teach all of his friends at least one or two meals they could make from scratch themselves, just in case. He hadn't thought about whether any of it had been retained, though, not now, so many years removed. Not until Donna one day bestows upon him a pot of chicken paprikash and he almost cries.
It's delicious. Just like his parents used to make, whenever they could find a grocer who sold paprika. Just like he taught Donna to make it in the Tower an entire lifetime ago.
"Did I get it right?"
"Did you make it with love?"
"Of course."
"Then you got it perfectly right."
Other than dinner, he starts gardening. Nothing serious, but the new apartment has a couple of windows, so Dick plants a window box full of herbs.
He plants cilantro first. The seeds were on sale at the hardware store, so the whole box was just cilantro, for a while. Donna buys live basil from a grocer she likes, so one of the cilantros gets pawned off to a neighbor, and their pasta sauces taste awesome.
It's not the most exciting hobby, but it gets him out of bed on Bad Days.
Those days, it's hard to do anything at all. It hits him, when the clouds are just the wrong color, that he and Bruce are on the outs again. He hates being on the outs with Bruce, hates that it means another bond between them has snapped. Makes him catastrophize about whether or not this is finally the fence that can't be mended.
At least it's not nearly as bad as it was Before. Dick hadn't understood, back then, what Bruce's problem was. Now that he's older he knows Bruce had never had to let someone walk away before- even with Talia, B had been the one to walk away first- and took Dick's bid for independence badly as a result.
He'd swung by Gotham exactly once for Jason, and stole the kid away to Tower at every opportunity. He'd made sure Jase was present in Dick's space the way Dick was no longer welcome in Bruce's.
He'd gone back to Gotham exactly one other time, after Bruce held Jason's funeral without so much a ping on Dick's pager. All that accomplished was losing Dick his house key. Until Tim barged in.
Donna and Dick were winding down for the night, enjoying a nice bottle of wine and a shared bowl of plantain chips, when Dick makes another decision.
"Donna."
"Dick." She tosses a chip in the air so she can catch it in her mouth.
"I've had an epiphany." He swirls the wine in his glass playfully. Donna leans forward in her chair.
"Do tell."
"Every time I don't want to talk to Bruce, he finds a new stray child to bring home. And I always go, because what I am supposed to do? Not keep an eye on them? But Bruce has a billion orphans-"
Donna snorts. "A billion?"
"Okay, fine, half a dozen orphan children roosting in his house full of ghosts, and it's probably inevitable that there will be another and you know what, sister?" He drains the rest of his wine glass while she stares at him.
Donna seems to consider him, or maybe she zones out, but after a moment she similarly liberates her glass of its wine.
"Lay it on me, Robin."
"I'm not going back this time. Not until someone actually apologizes, not if there's a new bat, not if there's another secret baby, not for any of that bullshit. Tim's as old as I was when Tim first came around, so he can deal with it. Or Cass. Or Babs. Or Bruce can keep his act together for longer than two weeks at a time I don't care. I won't be lured back for family drama. Not this time."
Dick stops to breathe. A mistake, really, as it's the perfect opportunity for stinging anxiety to start buzzing under every inch of his skin. He's an idiot. What a stupid thing to say, what a stupid idea to even have-
Donna is in front of Dick. When did she get out of her chair?
"Richard John Grayson."
"Donna Hinckley Stacy Troy."
I've come to a decision, too. Tell me if it's a good one."
Then she pulls him into a hug. Dick swallows heavily and lets himself be held, for a while.
"Good decision?" Donna asks.
"I think so," he says. He wraps his arms around Donna, reciprocating- God, how long has it been since he's had a reciprocal relationship? Donna squeezes and he throws the thought out of his mind. The awful pull against his insides has subsided, so now he's just warm and loose.
"Donna, do you like my decision?"
"I really really do."
__________
When they were still in Donna's old apartment, various Gothamites tried to contact him. A lot of voicemails are angry and accusing. He listens to them once just in case and deletes them right after. He gets texts from Tim that he knows are meant as olive branches, but they're all offers of joint patrols, or going over case files together, or similar Mission oriented activities.
It's hard to turn him down, especially since he knows Tim won't understand. It's easier to ignore Bruce's messages, sparse as they are, demanding explanations.
Cass had broken into Donna's apartment. Donna had been out with a friend she met in her photography club, doing yoga maybe? Dick had been making egg fried rice for lunch when a wild Bat appeared.
Dick had smiled politely, which seemed to confuse her. Dick had offered to share his lunch, which seemed to make her feel better.
Theyâd eaten in silence for a while, Cass occasionally staring hard at him while Dick waited for her to make the first move; exactly how Dick would treat a hungry kid he didnât know. You never know what will spook a stranger, after all.
Bowls empty, Dick had gone to pick hers up to wash when she caught his wrist.
âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm trying to wash up after our lunch.â
Cass squints at him, exaggerating her expression to make sure he gets her memo.
âYou know what I mean. Donât pretend.â
âIâm not pretending to do the dishes,â he answers calmly, blandly.
âStop pretending you donât know me!â
âWhat would you prefer I do?â
âGo home.â
âNo.â
That doesnât seem to be what sheâd expected him to say. Sheâd expected pushback, for certain, but flat refusal, nothing else? An unwelcome miscalculation.
âWhy not?â
âAt the moment, I wonât feel at home in Gotham. As far as Iâm concerned Iâm at home right now.â
âLiar,â sheâd hissed. Dick was watching, tho, and saw the confusion in her stance. Her eyes told her he wasnât lying at all. Deliberately on Dickâs part, not entirely truthful, yet not entirely manufactured- the apartment may not be special to him, but Donna always will be.
âI have no reason to go to Gotham right now.â
âYour team is there.â
âIâm not on Team Bat at the moment.â
âYou canât quit-â
âCassandra. My roommate will be home soon. I suggest you leave now, if you have nothing to say on your own behalf.â
Itâs a low blow to call her a messenger, to write her off as nothing but a mouthpiece for Bruce or Tim or maybe even Damian. Dick wouldnât feel bad about it if they werenât close, so he wonât feel bad about it now; sheâs the one who didnât want partner, Dickâs just respecting her wishes.
Cass stares and keeps staring so long heâs worried sheâll refuse to leave, but then they both heard footsteps in the hall, and by the time Dick turns back toward her sheâd already gone.
The next morning, Dick had a new message from Bruce. It was an email, that time, instead of a text, which more than anything actually written lets Dick know Bruce has caught on to whatâs happened. What is still happening. The email begins âMr. Grayson-Wayneâ and Dick doesnât read a single word further.
__________
Wally visits the new apartment shortly after they move in. Apparently, Nightwing being in town again has caught the interest of an opinion columnist or two, and Wally had wanted to see him with his own eyes.
âYouâre hanging out with people again!â
âI never stopped,â Dick protests. âWe see each other once a month, Wally.â
âScheduled visits- ugh, itâs like you were in prison, and I only got to see you during your time in the yard.â All of this is dramatically declared as Wally flops on their couch, taking up space and definitely bothering the neighbors.
It should annoy Dick. It should at least hurt his ego. Instead, it makes him bloom into a smile, and throw himself onto the couch next to his friend.
âDonna and I have been having a great time without you,â he teases. âWe could have an even better time with you, if youâre up for it.â
âDickie, I thought youâd never ask.â
The Flash joins Dick and Donna for a fight every now and then, patrolling as often as work and Central City will allow. Itâs good- itâs really, really good.
âWhy did we disband?â
âBecause we grew up?â
âTerrible decision.â
âAdulthood is overrated.â
âI donât know, I certainly wouldnât want to be a teenager again, would you?â
âNah.â âNO!â
Wally looks away from the conversation he started, and his eyes find the window box. âHey Ds, is that a garden?â
âItâs mine,â Dick says. âRight now itâs just cilantro and basil. Iâm open to suggestions.â
Wally gives him a once over, looks again at the plants, then changes the subject. The next time Wally comes over heâs holding a pot of chives.
A couple of months later, thereâs a siren hiding out in the Harbor. It kicks Dickâs ass and Donna almost drowns. It occurs to them that they are idiots, and that they shouldâve called Garth. Garth, thankfully, both answers his communicator and has time for them, so they get to watch Tempest absolutely destroy the siren.
Afterward, they go for pizza. They ask Garth if he would want to come around more often maybe, just because?
Garth smiles brighter than the moon.
The first time they stop a supervillain downtown together, itâs all the papers will talk about the next day. Someone got an excellent picture of all four of them in action. Flash is about to pounce, so heâs still enough to see. Heâs tagged in with Donna, distracting the giant rat monster from the air so Flash can trip it into the river. On the bank, left of center in the photo, Tempest and Nightwing and are on standby. Garth will drench the awful thing, all fifteen stories of it, once itâs close enough to the water, and Nightwing will fry the thing with all the electricity his sticks have got.
They work together smoothly, and they cheer when they win, and the papers all ask, âTitans Back Together?â
After a while of mulling it over, they unanimously decide to answer âyesâ.
Listen I love the âdicks being ostracized from his family and self destructsâ trope in fics however
I would like an inverse just once (I could write it but I want this fic to be good so I can enjoy it and I am not the greatest writer) where everyone blows up at him and flat out lays into him and he just goes⊠okay⊠if thatâs how you feel?
Takes himself off of the patrol routes and rosters. Heâs off the emergency calls and his âcall for city wide emergencyâ has been down graded to âcall for world wide emergencyâ heâs no longer on comms with oracle
He stops offering assistance to the other kids teams, doesnât send info for investigation and doesnât go within 100feet of Gotham.
Takes himself off the den-mother, baby sitter, trainer for all the younger teams lost that involve any and all bats
In the beginning he vacates his apartment and temporarily moves in with Donna in New York and things are good because of course they are. Theyâre Dick and Donna a world doesnât exist where they arenât okay.
And then his presence in New York leads to a lot of the og core five titans interacting and they realize that they miss each other like hell and start to work together more and more. Until news sites are like âteen titans grown up??â âOriginal titans spotted doing hurricane aid in Florida!â
Because Dick loves his family but he knows when to bow out. And he chose the family he made in the new teen titans.
And then one day one of the bats track him down in nyc and breaks into what is now Dick and Donnaâs apartment and are ready to argue that they need him back and need him there for a huge Gotham wide event.
And Dick says âsure okay let me get my stuff and we leave in half and hourâ as soon as the first sentence is out
No convincing or begging or asking for money (cough Jason cough)
Dick is patched into their comms and heâs working efficiently except heâs not⊠acting like himself.
Heâs collaborating with whoever they tell him too, no problem, heâs discussing ideal plans and co-ops and teams and how to best get it under control.
But heâs talking to them the way he talks when heâs offering aid to teams heâs not a part of.
Like the hero version of an acquaintance and no one can call him out on it because heâs doing good work. Work thatâs on par with his work before this whole fiasco. He explicitly isnât letting their personal issues affect his work.
Heâs speaking but not talking
And Bruce remembers this⊠heâs probably the only one who does because last time he was the only one included. The last time Dick acted like this is when he first visited Jason and him after he had been fired.
Whenever Bruce was in the room and Dick was forced to speak with him, the conversation never strayed past business casual especially around Jason.
Batman and Nightwing got into screaming matches
Bruce and Dick were strangers
And now theyâre back to this, 7 kids later, a million ends of the world stopped, theyâve bled together, cried together and clung to each other in pure relief after they managed to clutch victory.
And Nightwing was treating Batman Inc like a new team stepping onto the scene.
Once theyâve secured everything and managed to keep Bruce from self destructing and making it worse. Dick just leaves and tells oracle that heâll send over his debrief in 3-5 business days and it was nice working with them.
And then heâs gone
No cave, no manor, no Alfred, no med-bay because Dick doesnât stay places heâs not welcome.
And after they all talk about that and how weird it was and Bruce reveals Dick did this before when he was Nightwing after Bruce fired, where Dick Grayson didnât know Bruce Wayne.
And one of the kids asks when he broke and stopped the act and Bruce just says âthe day he found out Jason diedâ
And the Batkids kinda freak bc what do you mean?? What is he only going to come back when someone dies? Thats not? There has to be another way?? And Bruce is like yeah no idea sorry (bc heâs helpful like that)
So then Steph the next day resolves to go visit him, Tim isnât the only professional stalker. And she finds Dick and Donnaâs apartment and well itâs daylight and sheâs in civvies sheâs if she climbs in through the window she might get reported to the NYPD and she doesnât wanna get arrested or shot to door it is!
And so she goes and knocks and Dick opens the door and just lights up
Something something this is such a nice surprise something something itâs so good to see you.
Dick had taught Donna how to make some of his mother recipes when they were kids. So now whenever theyâre together for a long time they cook together.
So Dick who is usually living in a cluttered apartment with no clean dishes and an exclusively grab and go food is now trying to force feed her some of his cooking.
Because he picked up the habit again since heâs the better cook between him and Donna.
And itâs delicious and he wants to catch up and hear everything thatâs going on in her life, is she working with new people, dating anyone? How is her relationship with her mother etc etc.
Itâs a nice day and she stays late and never confronts him on anything until she sees how long ago the sun set and she needs to get moving.
He hands her paper with his number and makes her promise not to give it to the others or she will lose access to it, he offers to help her on a conditional basis as nightwing but only her, she can call him about the rest if itâs an end of the world or theyâre near death and need immediate aid.
And thatâs like the fic because the key to winning nightwings assistance is like breathing (optional) but if youâre Dicks family you have to care or else. Heâll love you and help you, when you need it but he wonât tie his life up with yours, heâll spend his time with people who value his opinion and the person behind the mask.
Anyway cue all the Batkids trying to do what Steph did and fail because theyâre neurotic shits who think bonding involves doing casework together or a steak out.
(The next person to crack it is Damian, completely unintentionally he has a fight with Bruce and canât ask him how the fuck heâs supposed to solve this equation in the new stupid way theyâre teaching him no he canât use the old method theyâre supposed to show their work so he pulls up to Dick and Donnaâs in a ratty ass hoodie like plz wtf do you mean you work top down explain Grayson- and dicks like awww no problem kid)
#dick and donna my loves#spreading my Dick 'has an herb garden' Grayson agenda#may or may not put this on ao3- if I do I'll write the other half of the pitch but I really just wanted to write Donna lol#thanks for the prompt op
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I know youâre writing your amnesia fic right now (which i love btw) but can we have a snippet of chapter 10đŒđ
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(And for anyone wanting a Pregnant!Tommy mpreg fic from before pregnant Tommy was cool đ€Ł read it from the beginning here!)
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Tommy lays on his side in his hospital bed, staring at the door to his room, waiting for Evan to come back. He runs his finger over the crisp edge of the pillow case of the pillow he is clinging to, takes the edge and folds it into a point then runs his finger over that⊠a little grounding stim he does absentmindedly when he has nothing better to do with his hands⊠At the moment he has nothing better to do with any part of his body. The one thing he was good for postpartum is going to waste⊠painfully building up and leaking out instead of going to Robby and Rochelle who need it.Â
They need him.Â
Yet they are at home, and he is here⊠All because his bodyâ his stupid stupid useless bodyâ decided maybe it really wasnât cut out to be a carrier. He felt so empty after the twins were born⊠Now he feels hollow.
A choked off sob escapes and he buries his face in the pillow. He really doesnât want to start crying again. He had already spent the majority of the night cryingâ until he finally cried himself to sleepâ and then he woke up and cried some more.Â
After he passed out in the ambulance, the next thing he remembers was waking up to Evan hovering over him, his hands running through his hair, and tears stains streaking down both cheeks. âH- HeyâŠâ he said softly, kissing Tommyâs forehead, giving him the cliche âdonât you ever scare me like that againâ spiel.Â
âWhat happened?â Tommy asked, and Evan gently explained he had in fact suffered a rupture of his internal incision. He said they thought they might have to do a hysterectomy, and Tommyâs heart had momentarily stopped until Evan corrected himself and explained they were able to stop the bleeding without that⊠butâ
There is always a but.Â
Tommy almost laughs in spite of himself⊠because just after Evan said he wasnât left infertile, a doctor comes in and runs a knife through the sliver of hope Tommy had been clinging to.Â
Unwise; thatâs what the doctor called any idea of future children. He was too old. He already had twoâ a boy and a girl at that. It would be senseless to try again. An extremely high risk⊠His absolute favorite term. Tommy took it all in and forced himself to swallow it down. Evan tried to console himâ not that he outright let himself grieve at first. He called Lacey who put Delores on the phone to tell him those are just statistics, and should be taken with a grain of salt. He should let his body heal⊠and when heâs ready to consider more children then worry about those statistics.Â
He thanked them, and settled into the mattress⊠pushing everything out of the way so he could put on a brave face for a FaceTime call to his mom. But Ro was screaming when she answeredâ he knew it was Ro because her cries are much louder and angrier than Robbyâs despite her smaller size. His mom looked frazzled and tired, but smiled and told him not to let it get him upset; Ro would be fineâ she, Athena and Bobby had it under control.Â
He tried to not let the cries bother him but the louder she got the more his chest began to ache as his body went into overdrive wanting to nurse herâ except she wasnât here, neither of his babies were. He was a terrible carrier that couldnât successfully do the exact thing his body was meant to do; a terrible husband that would never be able to give his Evan any more children; a terribleâ terrible father⊠whoâs baby is crying out for him and heâs not thereâŠ
It was after he hung up the phone with his mom that the dam finally broke and he allowed the weight of everything happening to drag him under. He carefully curled himself into Evans' side and cried himself to sleep.Â
Now he is curled around a pillow, trying not to start bawling again, while Evan talks with the doctors about letting the twins come up to be with him.Â
He loses the battle just as Evan opens the door and steps back in. âOh Tommy,â he says softly, quickly crossing the room and climbing in the bed to hold him. He kisses the top of his head and rubs up and down his back until he is calm. He wipes his face off with the back of his hand, accidentally pressing on the IV in it and hissing at the little bit of added pain to what he is already in. âHey,â Evan whispers, taking his hand to kiss over the now sore spot. âThey said yes.â
âR- Really?!âÂ
âYep,â Evan laughs, wiping a tear from Tommyâs cheek. âYour mom is bringing them right now.âÂ
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I would like to again big up libraries as safe spaces for people of all types!
I had a psychotic episode in my local library while I was in there working and had convinced myself that I was in a bubble dimension and if I left the library I would die, and that being what had happened to the librarian because I hadn't seen them in an hour (it's a small, local library. You can see the librarians desk from where I sit to work)
Now obviously they weren't dead, they were just in the little office that I couldn't see into.
I'm also lucky enough to be a very self aware psychotic, so I reached out to my support network to make sure I got home safely. But none of them could actually get me OUT of the library and I was still absolutely certain that if I stepped off the carpet and onto the tile, I would die.
So I got up, I made my way to the desk, I found the librarian and I said "I need your help. I'm having a psychotic episode and this is what I currently believe. Could you please come out from behind your desk and stand on the tiles so I can see it won't kill me?"
And they did. They didn't shame me, or laugh, or tell me it wasn't real. They said "Yeah, that must be scary." And thanked me when I admitted I'd thought them dead and been really upset about that because I liked them.
And then stood there on the tile, while I stood on the carpet, for ten minutes while I chatted shit and tried to build up my courage to step on the tile, just in case. Including telling me that if this happened again and I needed to call someone, to disregard the usual 'don't call people in the library' rule and just do so after I promised I was going to be calling my husband the second I was on the tile so he could safely walk me home.
(& so no one worries: my husband got me home safe, and a friend came to check on me a little while later and brought me food and I'm fully Cognizant and out of it now)
I cannot imagine another place where I could approach someone and say that and not get the police or an ambulance called on me. Neither of which I needed or would have been helpful.
I cannot imagine another place where a member of staff would stand somewhere for ten minutes to make sure I felt safe enough leaving.
I cannot imagine another place where I would not only be explicitly welcomed back, but be told "If this happens again here, disregard our normal rules to take care of yourself."
I cannot imagine another place on this earth that I would feel safe enough returning to, 3 days later, after an episode like that.
Libraries are a fucking Godssend and should be protected at all costs!
#personal#okay to reblog#public libraries#support libraries#i love libraries#psychosis#actually psychotic#also still very very glad my brain was lying and that librarian isn't dead#they're good people#husbandtag
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degradation taken too far (mature content 18+)
context/warnings : itâs smut, so kids shoo! hell of a lot of degradation. theyâre so mean i hate them. (swearing, words used : slut and slutty) angst to i have no idea what. pls do lmk if i missed any tws. and as always, its not proofread :p gojo ver.
ryomen sukuna âis that all you can do? all your yapping earlier about ridinâ me was just talks? answer meâ his sudden shift in demeanour has you feeling really small. sure he is a rude ass prick but not to you. never to you.
âno- i can take it. i really can ryoâ tears sting at your eyes as you struggle to take in his full length. his hands giving your waist a small squeeze.
âyeah and thatâs all youâve been saying for the past goddamn fifteen minutes. either you take it like a good girl or iâll just have to find someone who will. trust me, i canâ he eyes held no remorse of the words he just spewed and thatâs when you break.
correction, you shatter.
somewhere in the back of your head you knew heâll never leave you but him wording it out makes it seem like itâs bound to happen.
and so tears stroll down your cheeks, your hands and legs giving out on you, your body going limp against his and you whisper the same thing over and over again.
âdonât leave me ryo. iâm sorry. didnât mean to upset you. iâm so sorry. donât leaveâ
quickly his arms wrap around your body protectively, your face between his shoulder blade and neck, wetting the area with fresh batch of tears.
âi could never leave you. youâre-â youâre it for me. âyouâre always the one that keeps me sane. thereâs no way iâll ever leave you. iâm sorry baby, forgive me. i didnât mean a word of what i saidâ he says.
when he didnât get a response from you âlook at meâ he whispers. slowly you leave the comfort of his neck and meet his eyes.
âi didnât mean it. you could leave me on deathbed and i still wouldnât mean itâ
âi canât leave you ryo. i love you way too muchâ you sniffle, new tears threatening to spill so you go back to huddle against his neck.
god. he knows you mean it. and thatâs what makes him feel like a dickhead.
âme too, i- i lo-â he struggles, just as your palm reaches up to cover his mouth.
âi know ryo, i knowâ you whisper, placing your forehead against his, both of you basking in the quietness of the surrounding.
geto suguru âfuckin-! ah shit! some insane grip you have on me baby. canât move if you clench and lock me up like thatâ he smirks against your neck.
âand a bit quiet today ainât ya? you sure had a lot to say to satoru earlier hehâ he remarks.
âwe were just catching up suguru, nothing-! nothing moreâ you whine.
âcatching up you say? does catching up require smiles and touches? do they angel baby?â he raises his eyebrows.
âno..â you avert your eyes away from his.
âthatâs what i thought. so for that, now you payâ he pulls out suddenly, and pushes all the way back in making you yelp out loud.
âsugu! ah fuck, i donât think i can go another round baby. sâtoo much!â the pressure was starting to get to you and you were starting to lose stability.
âhah, i know you can baby, this slutty pussyâs all youâre good for anyway. fuck, doesnât matter whose it is, as long as youâre filled. am i right?â his words pierced straight through your heart.
since when did he-?
out of reflex, your hands reach out to touch his face to make sure that this was a dream nightmare. otherwise thereâs no way he-
âdonât touch me with those filthy handsâ he spits but makes no effort to push your hand off.
âdo you really think thatâs all iâm good for?â your voice is soft, filled with pain, and suddenly itâs like heâs broken out of his trance.
what the fuck am i doing, he thought.
slowly he pulls out, all whilst holding your hand against his cheek.
âabsolutely not. no. fuck, did not mean it angel. i promise. i- i donât know what came over me-! didnât mean it. please iâm sorry. next time if i ever lose my shit with you, i want you to take the nearest sharp object and plunge it into my chestâ he heaves out a guttural sigh.
âyou were really mean you know..â you wipe your eyes.
âi know baby, fuck. i didnât mean it. i did not mean it. iâll never do it again princess, everâ he repeats.
his face lands on your chest, thanking all the gods and the stars out there for giving him another chance.
heâll never screw up again and thatâs a promise.
nanami kento âyou really couldnât wait for a few hours? just had to go and think with your cunt, right? have you no- ugh! no shame?â his thrusts were sloppy as his hands were placed around your hips.
âkento- slow down baby, i- i donât think i can lastâ you whine, hands clutching at the sheets.
âno. you asked for this you little slut. so shut. the. fuck. up. and take it!â each syllable was accompanied by a harsh thrust.
the usually composed, sweet and calm nanami was nowhere to be found. heâs never once called you a âslutâ and what caused this? you rubbing him through his pants and riling him up at his office dinner earlier tonight.
he warned you off multiple times but did you listen? no.
âwhy are you so quiet now? i thought this is what you wantedâ his voice comes out raspy and cold.
a quiet but audible whimper escaped your lips, making him halt his actions.
slowly he pulled out, gently laying you on your back as your body shook with each sob.
âsweetheartâŠ? why are youâŠâ
you look up at him, eyes puffy and swolllen âiâm sorry kento, itâs just that, youâre never home these days and i missed you so muchâ a cry thatâs sure to crack his heart leaves your lips.
âi just wanted you all to myself for tonight but i didnât mean to be a bother-â
his warm body hovers over yours, âyouâre never a bother baby. always know that. you will always be at the top of every and any list i make. thereâs nothing more i want than coming home to you everyday after work. and i didnât mean to lash out at you. you didnât deserve that, iâm sorryâ he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.
âyou will always have me sweetheart, never forget that. now let me make it up to you yeah?â
#bro iâm actually so scared to post this cuz iâve never written anything like it before god bless#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#geto smut#jjk x reader smut#jjk x reader#geto x reader smut#jjk angst#jujutsu kaisen smut#sukuna smut#geto x reader#nanami smut#sukuna x reader smut#sukuna x reader#nanami kento smut
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Be with me- JJK
Summary: Breaking up with Jungkook was supposed to be your freedom from his obsession, but heâs never been one to let go easily. His presence lingers, stalking you even in places you thought were safe. When you finally agree to meet him after the break up, what should have been a simple talk turns into a moment where you 'keep your promise'.
Pairing: yandere ex bf jungkook x ex gf y/n
Genre: smut
Warnings: yandere tendencies, unprotected sex, jk is a freak, dirty talk, voyeurism, rough sex, manipulation, stalking, dub con, sex while being unconscious, recording while fucking, tit slapping, name calling, nipple sucking, groping, jerking off, cumming inside, fighting, jungkook is crazy about yn.
Word count: 8.4k+
Writer: ririđ§
Writer's note: â ïžthis fic contains sensitive contents, which may be triggering to some readers, including adults. please refrain from reading if any of the warnings trigger you. if you still proceed to read my fic, you're on your own. i will not be responsible for your ass, respectfully.â ïž
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You knew you were royally fucked when you laid in your exâs arms that night, him stroking your hair softly as he drew invisible circles on the small of your back. This was it again. He was back in your life. You let him. You didnât had a choice.
Thats when you realized
The only way to get rid of Jungkook,
Was to be with Jungkook...
You were a beautiful woman, with big eyes, a perfect body, pearly white teeth, and certainly popular among men. Jungkook absolutely hated how other men ogled you. You were his woman, not theirs. He couldnât stand how you laughed with your male friends, or how your girlfriends giggled whenever a man eyed you from head to toe. He despised it. And you hated how overprotective he was.
His intense jealousy often ruined social events, and slowly, you began to isolate yourself from friends. You feared his angry outbursts more than you enjoyed your social life.
âWhy were you talking to him for so long? Donât you know how much it hurts me to see you with someone else? You belong with me, only me.â
He insisted on knowing your whereabouts, your schedules, and even installed a tracking app on your phone, claiming it was for your own safety. Jungkook loved you so much that he couldnât bear the thought of you getting into any âtroubleâ. The world was too dangerous.
âI just worry about you so much. This way, I can always make sure youâre safe. You donât mind, do you? Itâs because I love you.â
His constant checking on you started to feel more like surveillance than care. You hated it, but you loved him.
At first, you found his constant attention flattering, but his possessive grip on your hand felt tighter with each passing day, as if he feared you might slip away if he let go.
âI canât stand being away from you for even a moment. The thought of anyone else seeing you, talking to you⊠it drives me crazy. Youâre mine, and I need you to know that.â
Jungkook wasnât always like this, you swore to your friends. You knew he was a great boyfriend. They just didnât know him the way you did. He took care of you, wanted to protect you from everything in this world. You were his heart. He often bought you gifts to show his love for you. You loved when he gave you a beautiful necklace, a token of his love for you that you were supposed to wear all the time.
âThis necklace is a piece of my heart, Y/N. I want you to wear it always, so everyone knows youâre taken. Promise me you wonât ever take it off.â
As time went by, what seemed like a romantic gesture became a chain, a constant reminder of his possessiveness and ownership over you. Jungkook would get so upset if you ever forgot to wear it. Why did you have to remove it in the first place? Didnât you love him enough to keep his necklace close to your heart?
âHeâs too controlling!â your friends said, but Jungkook wasnât controlling. He just wanted you to himself. Youâre his girlfriend, right?
Jungkook wasnât possessive or controlling, but he didnât like when you snapped at him for being too possessive and controlling. Mind you, he was just teaching the guy a lesson for asking to buy you a drink. He had to teach him a lesson. So what if he broke his nose? So what if he threw a few punches? Nobody flirts with HIS woman.
âhe wasnât flirting with me!â
âOh, shut up, Y/N! He clearly wanted to get into your pants!â Jungkook snapped.
You scoffed at his remark. Was he serious? So what if the man was flirting? He didnât know you were taken. And even if he did, he didnât deserve to get beaten up so brutally that the bar had to kick you both out and ban your entry in the future.
âThis happens every time, Y/N! Every. fucking. time!â Jungkook was fuming.
âI donât like it when they see you like youâre a piece of meat. Canât you see how beautiful you are, baby? A body so flawless, men canât help but be drawn to you. Youâre mine⊠and I donât like to share whatâs mineâŠâ
Damn. There he was again, turning a heated argument into an emotional conversation in the blink of an eye. You hated how smooth he was, how heâd come closer and wrap his arms around you, whispering sweet apologies in your ear. You hated how you always gave in to his embrace. It was like this every time. Your friends wanted you to break up with him, but he always had you like this. In his arms, where he glided his hand down to cup your ass firmly, giving it a possessive squeeze.
You hated how hot he was⊠so uncontrollably hot. And you hated how this night was going to end⊠yet again.
âF-fuck!â you whimpered at the animalistic pace Jungkook was pounding into you. Jungkook groans as your cunt wraps around him so wet and perfectly, grinding on him back and forth.
âYou love it slut? Looking like a cock hungry slut for my dick. Gonna bust my nut right fucking now because of how wet you are.â Jungkook groaned, maintaining his pace, pounding hard and fast into to.
âO-only for y-your dick daddy! so big and hardâ you mewled, a tiny droplet of tear falling out of your eye at the pleasure.
Jungkook was fucking good at fucking good.
âYeah? gonna make make you cum so hard whore, youâll forget your own name.â He moaned out, not slowing down his face. He loved the dirty talk during sex. and so did you. it was fucking hot.
Jungkook knew you were close when he felt you tightening around him. He took his camera, like he always did, and turned it on to record your precious expressions of the pleasure that he gave you.
He loved recording you.
And you loved to get recorded.
Jungkook thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Looked so fucking cock riding out your climax as your face contorted, letting out a thread of profanities from your mouth. He loved to keep a record of your beautiful tapes. Only for hime; Only for his eyes to see.
He kissed your temple lightly, cradling you in his arms after doing the deed. You looked so angelic after the afterglow.
âYou did so amazing baby⊠so pretty moaning my name like that. i could listen to you for years.â Jungkook said, playing her tape, replaying her sweet moans again and again. Fuck, he means when he says that.
âTell me Y/N, would you let me record you sleeping, babyâŠ?â
You hummed lightly, lying boneless in his arms humming at whatever stupid request he was making. You were used to him rambling, you had jeon wrapped around your fingers.
âReally babe? you'd let me fucking record you while i use your body while you're asleep?â
Jungkook asked, excitement evident in his voice. Just the thought of recording your tape while youre sleeping⊠it turned him on so much.
âPromise me Y/N. You wont back off, right?â
âAlright, babyâŠâ you murmured softly, your voice laced with exhaustion.
âYou canât back off now,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, eliciting another sleepy hum from you. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his fingers gently combing through your soft locks until you slipped into a much-needed, peaceful slumber. After what felt like an eternity, he carefully disentangled himself from your embrace and sat up, his back resting against the headboard of your bed.
Jungkook reached over to the nightstand, picking up his camera with a reverent touch. He lowered the volume to ensure your sleep remained undisturbed. His eyes gleamed with possessive pride as he played the video he had recorded just moments ago. Your face, captured in the throes of pleasure he had bestowed upon you, was a sight that fueled his obsession. He couldnât resist the allure of watching his recordings of you over and over. To him, you looked utterly captivating, a vision of raw sensuality.
He was consumed by an all-encompassing obsession. Heâd rewind the tapes countless times just to hear his name fall from your lips again. Each repetition sent shivers of satisfaction down his spine. He could lose himself in those recordings for days, weeks, even months, relishing in the intimacy they captured.
Only he deserved to see you like this. Only he had the right to make you scream in ecstasy. Only he was entitled to touch you in such intimate ways. He wanted to be the sole possessor of your every touch, every glance, every breath. The thought of anyone else witnessing your beauty, your vulnerability, was unbearable. You were his. His woman. He was your lover, your protector, your everything. Only he deserved to see your pictures and videos.
Hell, only he deserved to see you at all...
7:47 PM
You turned your phone screen off after checking the time, stretching your back as you rubbed your sore eyes. You got up from your chair, feeling your spine crackle and pop with relief. After all, you had been hunched over your laptop for the past two hours, grinding away at your English assignment. Even though they were enjoyable in their own way, but they could be a real headache, especially when it came to meeting Professor Smith's sky-high standards. She was a tough cookie, but thats what made her challenging assignments even more interesting. You wandered over to the window, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air and clear your head now that you were free for the rest of the weekend.
You were hungry. After working your ass off on that assignment, you were finally free for the rest of the weekend. There was nothing better than cooking up something for yourself and sinking down on your bed to watch Bridgerton. The night was still young. You could hear the faint sounds of crickets coming from your bedroom windows, even though they were locked. you slowly opened the windows and felt the cool air caressing your face in the moonlight. You loved summer nights. You loved how lively they were and how the cool breeze flowed through the balcony of your apartment building, even though it was a hot season.
You slipped on your slippers, intent on cooking something quick for the night, when the faint glow of your phone screen caught your eye, indicating a notification received on silent mode. Curiosity piqued, you picked it up and saw a new message from an unknown number. The message was short, just a few cryptic words that sent a shiver down your spine. You couldnât shake the strange feeling that crept up in your chest as you read it, like someone unseen was watching, waiting for your response.
[Unknown]: âAll done with work, baby?â
You didnât know who this person was or how they knew you were free now. A strange unease settled over you, but you couldnât quite pinpoint why. Maybe it was curiosity, or perhaps a nagging sense of denial that urged you to dismiss "it". Taking a slow, deep breath, you hesitated before finally deciding to text the person back.
[You]: âWho is this?â
You hit the send button after which you got a reply almost immediately.
[Unknown]: âItâs me, babe. JK.â
So it was him again. âWhat did he want now?" You muttered to yourself, a mix of frustration and anxiety rising within. It had been three months since you finally ended things with him, discovering the invasive cameras he had installed in your home to monitor your every move. He didn't stop there; he even sabotaged your social media, deleting precious memories and controlling what you could share, claiming you were only meant for "his eyes" to see. You couldn't tolerate his manipulative and possessive behavior any longer, and that was when you finally decided to cut ties for good.
You still remembered how he acted up on the day you decided to end things with him...
âYou cant do this to me! I love you!â
âI donât care Jungkook! What you did was unforgivable. Weâre done.â
Your words broke Jungkook. His hands were shaking, eyes filled with tears. He gave you your everything and you were breaking up with him, like nothing mattered to you. All he wanted was to protect you from everyone. You were his.
âNo, weâre not done, Y/N. We are not done.â
He sees you stand near the window, looking out at the city lights, your arms crossed defensively. Heâs sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on you, a mix of desperation and anger in his gaze.
"I can't do this anymore. This-whatever this is-it's not love. It's suffocating.â You declared, your voice firm.
"I did all of that because I love you, dammit! I can't stand the thought of anyone else seeing you, touching you, being near you. You're mine, and I need to protect yoââ
âProtect me!? Really, Jungkook?â You scoff, turning to look at him, all desperate. You knew he was shaking, but didnât know why. It could be sadness, anger or desperation. But you refused to gave in. âProtect me by Sabotaging my social media? Protect me by tracking my phone? By deleting my online presence? You deleted my emails, Jungkook!â
âThis isnât true, baby. I just want the best for you, pleasââ
âGet out of my house, Jungkook.â You cut Jungkook off. You knew you had pissed him off, but this needed to be done.
Jungkook didnât like how straight off asked him to leave your apartment. You never told him what to do. so why now? he didnât like it one bit. He stood up abruptly, knocking over the coffee table in his anger. His face contorted with rage and desperation.
"You can't leave me! I won't let you. You need me. No one else will love you like I do. You know that." Jungkook spat. âIf you loved me, Youâd have known i was doing this for us, Y/N! Goddamit!â
You flinched at his words, but your relsove did not harden.
âGet out before i report you for stalking and spyingâ
Jungkookâs face hardened.
âso youâll report my love now, huh?" He narrowed his eyes, taking some calculative steps towards you.
âYouâll get no one, Y/N mark my words. No one whoâll love you like me. I have always loved you. I have always cared you for you. I have always wanted to protect you. cant you see that baby? i have always loved you, my angel. I can change, just give me a chanceâŠâ He spoke, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.
You flinched at his touch, your resolve hardening. You did feel a little sad about the situation, but you knew you had to do it. You had to distance yourself from him. Whatever this was, it wasnât healthy.
"It's too late for that. You need help, and I can't give it to you. Leave.â
âYou think youâll ever find someone like me, little brat? No one will want you! Because they dont love you the way i do! so stop being a bitch.â
âJungkook. leave.â
He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and fury.
âThis isnât over, Y/N.â Jungkook spoke as hep turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Jungkook didnât take the breakup well. He was absolutely shattered when you ended things with him. He never expected it from you, and the shock was too much for him to handle. In the days following the breakup, his messages became relentless. He would text you at all hours, begging you to take him back, saying he couldnât imagine life without you. At first, you tried to respond politely, but his persistence became overwhelming. It felt like every time you looked at your phone, there was another message from him, each one more desperate than the last. Eventually, you couldnât take it anymore. His constant pleas were starting to get under your skin, and you needed space to move on. So, you blocked his number, hoping that would be the end of it. Since then, the silence had been a relief. But a small part of you couldnât help but wonder if he had really given up, or if he was just biding his time.
Till today.
He was texting you with a new numberâŠ
[You]: What do you want, Jungkook?
[Unknown]: i just want to talk, Y/N.
[Unknown]: please...
[You]: No
[Unknown]: i want to make it right baby⊠i am not asking you to take me back. just please see me this once.
[Unknown]: just want a closure
[Unknown]: if you ever loved me youâd do this
[Unknown]: lets talk for the last time baby
[Unknown]: like adults
You sighed reading his messages. You knew he was watching you. there was no point in ignoring him. you just wanted to get this over with. You still loved jungkook but staying together with him was a BIG NO for you. You took a deep breath and typed out your next text.
[You]: Just talk right?
[Unknown]: yesss baby just wanna talk. donât expect you to take me back
[Unknown]: miss your face
[Unknown]: let me see you for the last time :(
[Unknown]: i am outside your apartment building. know you are free right now.
[You]: Fine. But dont get your hopes up.
[Unknown]: i wont, i wont baby. be right there
You nervously started fidgeting around your room, playing with your fingers and pacing back and forth. It was sinking in just how dumb a decision you had made by inviting your ex over to talk. Not just any ex, but him. Jungkook. The thought of him coming over filled you with a mix of dread and curiosity. How did he even know you were free right now? You decided to push that unsettling question aside, focusing instead on the fact that Jungkook could arrive at any moment.
In a rush, you dashed to the bathroom to brush your tangled hair, hoping to look at least somewhat presentable, regardless of your relationship status. Anxiety spread through your body like wildfire as you heard the doorbell ring.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Jungkook was here.
And YOU gave him the permission to do so.
But you wanted to get this over with. nothing else. theres no way you and jungkook would get back together, he knew that too. it was just a friendly talk and you both will part ways after that. Taking a deep breath, you slowly walked over to the door.
Heart pounding, you opened the door to find Jungkook standing there, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey," he greeted softly, holding up a takeout bag. "I brought us some food.
Thought we could eat and talk things through."
Food. Were we going to have a long chat?
You forced a smile, stepping aside to let him in. "Hey, thanks. That's really thoughtful of you." As he walked past, you caught a whiff of his familiar cologne, stirring up a whirlwind of memories.
You both settled on the couch, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.
Jungkook unpacked the food, handing you a container. "I got your favorite teokbokki" he said, his voice gentle, almost apologetic. "I remember you always loved this place."
He remembersâŠ
You took the container, your hands trembling slightly. "Thanks, Jungkook. I appreciate it." You hadn't eaten all day and your stomach growled in protest, but a part of you was reluctant to accept anything from him.
Jungkook noticed your hesitation and frowned slightly. "What's wrong? He questioned. âYou don't trust me?"
Absolutely not.
"It's not that," you lied, forcing a laugh. "I'm just not that hungry."
His eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a reassuring smile. "Come on, just a few bites. I promise, it's safe. I wont kill you or something." He said nonchalantly, making you gasp. You didnât trust this man one bit. But you needed to get things over with.
Reluctantly, you picked up a fork and poked at the food. Your stomach growled again, louder this time, and you gave in. "Fine, but just a little." The corners of Jungkookâs lips turned upward at your decision.As you took a bite, Jungkook watched you intently, a strange glint in his eyes. "See? Not so bad, right?" You nodded, chewing slowly. "Yeah, it's good."
He relaxed slightly,opening his own container and taking a bite. "I've missed you, you know," he admitted after a moment, his eyes meeting yours. "I know things ended badly between us, but l've been thinking about you a lot."
You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "I've missed you too, Jungkook. But a lot has happened. It's not that simple. Especially after what you did. it makes me want to rethink my choices that why even are you in my house in the first place."
"I know," he replied, his voice earnest. "But i love you, Y/N. i really do. I might a been a little controlling but i never thought anything bad about you. I just wanted to look out for you, baby.â Jungkook sighed, before continuing. âBut I want to make it right. I want to fix things between us."
You continued to eat, each bite filling your empty stomach but doing little to ease your nerves. The food tasted a little strange, but you brushed it off, just like you brushed off his bullshit. You didnât wanna have this âi DiD wHaT i DiD bEcAUsE i LoVe YoUâ.
"So, what have you been up to?" you asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Just the usual," he said, shrugging. "Work, gym, thinking about you. You know, the usual."
You laughed lightly, though it felt forced. "Yeah, I know the feeling."
After a few minutes of normal conversation. You did ease yourself a little in his presence. He didnât seem too persuasive. Maybe he really just wanted to have a conversation. Though, it was unlike Jungkook but he did seem less Jungkook-ish this evening. And it wasnât normal.
a normal Jungkook, a normal conversation and this bad headache.
Nothing was normal.
You started to feel dizzy, your vision blurring. "Jungkook... I don't feel so good," you mumbled, dropping your fork. Jungkook's expression shifted, a frown forming on his lips, along with a crease forming between his eyebrows. He was worried.
But was he? A hint of something dark flashing in his eyes. But he didnât wanted to show it to you. Yet.
"Maybe you should lie down," he suggested, his voice smooth. "I'll take care of you." He said, getting up to hold you by your shoulders lightly.You tried to stand, but your legs gave out, and Jungkook caught you, his grip firm.
âShh⊠its okay⊠youâre gonna be alright. Just a little headache and dizziness for an hour or so. you wont get unconscious, donât worry baby.â He cooed, slowly guiding you towards your bedroom
Panic started to rise as you started to breathe heavy, your body growing heavier. Though you were still conscious, you had almost no control over your body. âWhat did you do?" you whispered.
"Shh," he soothed, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he laid you on the bed. "It's just something to help you relax. We need to talk, really talk, without any distractions. Gotta talk about your fake promises that you made with me, pudding."
Your vision blurred, and you fought to stay in control. "Jungkook, please..."
Your vision swam as Jungkook's words echoed in your ears, his tone shifting from gentle persuasion to something more intense. "I did everything to love you. Protect you. even built a shrine for our love." he murmured, his grip tightening on your arm. "But you left me. You broke your promise."
Fear and confusion clouded your mind, but his proximity and the drug's effects left you unable to resist. "JungkookâŠ" you managed weakly, your voice barely audible. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear.
"I can't let you go, i wont let you go," he whispered, his fingers tracing along your jawline. "You made a huge mistake by breaking up with me, Y/N. And iâll make you regret it today. Youâre mine.â
You swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Despite the fear of his threat, a part of you recognized the desperation in his eyes, a twisted kind of love. obsession.
"Okay," you finally breathed out weakly, hoping to calm him down, to keep yourself safe. Maybe agreeing was the safest option for now, a way to gain his trust. Deep down, you knew this was far from over, you played along, hoping to keep yourself safe from his dangerously twisted self.
His expression softened slightly, a manic gleam in his eyes as he pulled you closer. "I knew you'd understand. Had no choice. Gotta love you some more. Need to keep our promises alive." he murmured, a dangerous edge to his voice. Though his embrace was not something you should enjoy at the moment, you felt a surge of relief mixed with dread.
Your mind raced as Jungkook's grip on you tightened, his words cutting through the haze of the drug. "You're mine, Y/N." he whispered, his voice a chilling blend of possessiveness and longing. "No one else can have you."
You forced yourself to stay calm, nodding weakly in agreement."I know, Jungkook, I belong to you.â You managed to say, your voice trembling.
He nodded, a dark satisfaction crossing his features. "That's right," he murmured, his hand trailing possessively down your arm. "We'll fix everything. Just you and me."
You flinched inwardly at the intensity of his gaze, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I'm sorry for leaving, kookie. I couldnât see how much you were looking out for me." you offered softly, desperate to placate him, to find a way out of this nightmare.
Kookie. He missed that. He smiled, a hint of warmth in his gaze, contradicting his devious smile.
"You'll make it up to me, I won't let you go again." He insisted, his voice firm.
As his words sank in, a sinking feeling settled in your stomach. You knew this wasn't right, that you shouldn't have to endure this kind of control. But for now, you had to play along You were drugged by this man. And he was crazy.
Jungkook leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine forever," he breathed, his grip on you unyielding. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you." Fear mingled with resignation as you nodded weakly, hoping beyond hope that this little act of yours would finally set you free in the future.
"You have to understand," Jungkook continued, his voice low and urgent. "I can't let anyone else have you. If you try to leave again, I'll... I'll do things you wouldn't like, and you know how persuasive i can be, babyâŠ" His words sent a chill down your spine, the threat hanging heavy in the air.
"Kookie, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed some time."
His expression darkened, his grip on you tightening almost imperceptibly. "Time? You had all the time in the world with me," he growled softly.
"But you ignored everything i did for you, Chose to walk away. You made me promise things, and you broke them."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words, to calm him down without provoking him further, despite being hazed. "I'm sorry," you slurred, your voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you, babyâŠ"
He studied you for a moment, his gaze intense and searching.
"I know," he finally said, his tone softening slightly. "That's why l'm giving you another chanceâŠâ
You sighed in relief, only to gasp after.
âRemember babe? You promised to let me record youâŠsleepingâ
âP-promised youâŠ?
âTell me Y/N, would you let me record you sleeping, babyâŠ?â
You hummed lightly, lying boneless in his arms.
âReally babe? youd let me fucking record you while i use your body while youâre asleep?â
âPromise me Y/N. You wont back off, right?â
âAlright, babyâŠâ
âYou canât back off now.â
âY/N?â Jungkook shaked you lightly, dizziness evident in your eyes.
âYeah..?â
âI wanna fuck you and record you while youâre asleep. You wanted to earn my forgiveness, right? We can start off by completing the promises you made.â Jungkook said, almost in a quiet tone, staring right into your eyes.
You gulped in nervousness over his words. You had no choice.
You wanted to save yourself from Jungkook
and that could be only done
by being JungkookâsâŠ
You nodded sofly, a hint of small smile playing on your lips, as you stared at his beautiful brown eyes.
Jungkook looks so sweet. Too sweet that you almost forgot who he really is.
âOf course kookie⊠Iâd do anything to earn your forgivenessâŠâ
Jungkook slowly slumps down your unconscious body on the bed. He felt a surge of excitement, as he was finally be able to do what he had been wanting to, from a long time, and youd finally be able to keep your promise.
Promises arenât meant to be broken, you both know that. Jungkook loved how he still had you in his arms even after everything that happened. Thats the power of the shrine he made at his home of your knick knacks. He knew his love held an immense power as you, the love of his life had finally decided to open your eyes and see what Jungkook was doing for you.
He was your savior. Your lover. Your life.
If it hadnât been him, youâd have been so lost. so hurt, so vulnerable, so messed up. Mind you, you could have even be murdered by someone.
Or by Jungkook, if you werenât his.
But you had Jungkook
He was your life. He knows it.
He stared down at your soft body, lying unconscious on your pink sheets, that smells like vanilla. Jungkook knew you loved him and wanted to prove it when you agreed to take on the sleeping pill 10 minutes ago. You were his. His to use, his to love, his to fuck.
It didnât take Jungkook long to strip your clothes away from your body, laying you in nothing but your light pink cotton lingerie in front of his gaze. Even though he had seen you without them countless times, (well in the past), it felt like he went through a jolt of electricity, sending shivers straight to his spine, a smirk to his lips.
Jungkook's smirk turns into a wicked grin as he looks down at your unconscious body, his fingers staring to trace over the smooth texture of your skin. His eyes glint with excitement and desire, once seeing your fluffy breasts, his cock standing in salute.
"Fuck, you have amazing tits, baby..."
Jungkook mumbles to himself, as he takes a second to admire them before pulling your bra down to free your tits. Wasting no time, He leaned down, taking the soft flesh in his mouth, his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking softly, swallowing around it, tongue flicking it inside his mouth. They were for him to squeeze, kiss, lick and pinch, after all.
He couldnât get enough of you, like ever. And so, for a brief moment, he pulled away, releasing your wet and tortured nub, as we walks to his drawers, taking out the same camera he used everytime you to did stuff together.
"This is going to be so fucking hot. I am going to make you mine again, baby. I missed you so muchâŠ"
Jungkook turned on the camera. The small red light near the lens indicated the video had started recording. Jungkook makes his way to the bed again, where you were lying there completely at his mercy. He slowly settles himself down beside you, moving the camera closer to your body, recording every inch of you as if he was doing it for the first time. It was Getting hot. You were hot. Jungkook gulped as he slowly removed his white tee, showing off his soft traces of abs and the tattooed arm. He added a few more to his sleeve tattoo collection when you two were not together. Jungkook turned on the air conditioner and sets the temperature on 24. Perfect.
He drifts his attention back to you, his hands move up to your already freed and sucked tits, touching and squeezing them, making sure to get a close-up. His mouth finds a way to your neck, taking in a whiff as he kissed it slowly, his lips wet against your neck. His fingers knead into the flesh of your tits, nipples hard in his palm as he relieves his stress.
He then moves his hand down to your panties, slowly pulling them off as he continues to film. He lets out a satisfied hum when he sees a patch of slick on your panties, not much, but enough to say that you were turned on. In this state. This was how Jungkook made you feel. You were utterly the doe eyed boyâs, in every possible state. This is what true love is. He slowly moved your thighs away, taking a close up of your pussy. Hell, it wasnât freshly waxed. Jungkook knew you liked to keep it clean whenever you both would get intimate. His heart almost swell in pride as he got a proof that you werenât fucking anyone all this time. (Not that he didnât knew it already, he always kept tabs on you.) It still had a soft little patch of hair, but not enough of to make an obstacle to film those luscious lips and needly clit of yours.
Jungkook starts to touch your cunt, filming his fingerâs movement. He starts to rub your clit, watching your reaction, not that he expected any. He starts to whisper filthy things while recording the sinful act.
âLook how wet sheâs for me. Sheâs so fucking hot. Fuck,"
The sight of your now slick wet cunt, being teased by his slender fingers made him extremely tight in the pants. Fuck, it was hard to jerk off to the footages of you in your room, doing your thing when Jungkook used to find ways to get his Y/N back. He had missed you so much. God knows how many times he had came in front of monitor just by seeing you change into your pajamas every night. Or when you crossed your legs while watching TV in the couch, wearing his favorite pink tank top.
He lost a monthâs worth cum when he saw you playing with yourself with the toy HE gifted you. That was the only toy you owned. Only that thing was allowed to enter you whenever Jungkook wasnât around. You were using his toy. Why? You wanted him. You need him. You needed Jungkook, isnt that why you used His replacement to calm yourself down. Why didnât you use your fingers? They werenât long enough? wrong. they didnât satisfy you? No. Jungkook knew why. You obviously missed him. You wanted him back.
Jungkook continues to touch and record himself pleasuring you, his own desire growing with each passing moment. He slowly starts to finger you, starting with one finger, soon followed by a second one, making sure to capture the slick movements, the camera moving a little due to the jerks produced by his other hand working on you. "This is so hot, she's practically begging for it,"
Jungkook continues to finger you and suck on your nipples while the camera captures everything. How wet your pussy was. The slick. The wet sounds. Jungkookâs grunts. Your soft breathing followed but a few straggled breaths. Everything . "Look at her, she loves it. Such a dirty slut. My pretty Y/N. She needs my cock inside her."
Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you, admiring the wetness and a sticky thread of your juices joined between his fingers before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them, followed by a satisfied hum as if just tasted a forbidden fruit. Well, technically yes, the only difference is this fruit wasnât forbidden. It was completely his.
Jungkook then moves the camera away from your pussy and focuses it on himself as he undoes his pants, the metal of his belt makes a soft click sound as he pulls down his Blue Calvin Klein Denim jeans, followed the the pair of his black Calvin Klein Boxers. His painfully hard cock was already standing parallel to the floor, the veins on it as swollen as the bulbous head, sparkling with a drop of precum. He slowly start to touch his thick length while recording himself.
âYou want this⊠My filthy Y/N. You want my cock inside you.â
Jungkook starts to jerk off, his hand moving vigorously over his shafts, focusing the camera to your body time to time.
âShe doesn't know it but she is a slut. My slut.â
âShe was stupid to even think about leaving me.â
âShe missed me so much. I am going to fuck her so hard to show how much she means to me.â
Jungkook knew he couldnât take it anymore. You were in front of his eyes after a long time. he needed to be inside you, and fuck you like he means it. He focuses the camera on your body once again and spreads your legs wide open, positioning his hips against yours, his hard and heavy cock being brushed against your folds. Jungkook groaned as he pushed the tip in, head being thrown back as he basked in the feeling of your tight walls. It always felt like first time whenever he fucked you.
âFuck! Shit! Y/N I missed this cunt.â
In one swift movement he enters you fully, burying himself to the hilt. He can barely contain himself, his fingers dig in your waist as he fucks his cock inside you, his mouth letting out a guttural moan, pulling his length back just to pound into you again. and again. and again. The sound of your thighs meeting fills the room, with soft grunts and mewls of pleasure escaping Jungkookâs mouth, his eyes solely focused on the sight of your round tits bouncing with every thrust. So pretty, so round, so soft, all his.
Jungkook lips turn into a twisted crescent at the sight. Unable to hold himself any longer, he starts to squeeze and slap your unconscious tits, causing them to become red, which only fuels his desire to slap and squeeze them more, just how you loved it.
âYouâre my cunt, bitch. Gonna Fuck this fact into you.â
Jungkook had noticed that you had started to stir a little, maybe the the reaction of the pill was slowly wearing off. He found you moaning unconsciously at the feeling of his cock pounding facts into you to the hilt.
âM-mhhhâŠk-kook ahh-â He heard you mumble incoherently, feeling your walls clench around him tightly.
âSuch a slut, just woke up and youâre already about to cum? You missed my dick that much baby?â Jungkook groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases down his own orgasm. It took him all his might not to bust a nut just right then at the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly.
âGonna cum in you, you want that, right love?â Jungkook said, his hips never stopping to move against yours, as you slowly started to feel faint trickles of your orgasm, which got stronger and stronger with Jungkookâs pounding. You gasped loudly as he thrusted himself in you for the last time, emptying thick ropes of his cum inside you and filling you to the brim.
The room was quiet, the only thing that could be heard was the humming of air conditioner, and both of your soft breathing, as you lay on the bed beside, your back firmly pressed against his chest. You still felt a little drowsy due to the effect that pill had on you, but Jungkook had made sure to clean you up and change you to your comfortable pjs. The purple satin ones.
His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his fingers playing with the chain of your âpendantâ that Jungkook had bought you tonight as a gift for your union since you threw the last one.
ââŠdo you forgive me ggukieâŠ?â You mumbled, earning a soft hum from him.
âI forgive you, Y/N. But if this happens again-"
âIt wont happen again.â You cut him off. âI promise, kook.â
His smile returned, though it lacked warmth. "Good," he said, his voice tinged with possessive satisfaction. "Now, let's forget about everything else. It's just you and me now, Y/N No one fucking else. Iâll kill them if anyone gets between us, Y/N.â
You hummed, finally surrendering to the situation that has you caught up in a fucking cycle. And you knew.
The only way to get rid of Jungkook,
was to be with Jungkook.
Jungkook felt you slowly drifting away, so he shifts you in such a way that you were lying on your back. He sat up, his back pressed against the headboard. He reached to the night stand and grabbed his camera, to see how you kept your promise to earn his forgiveness.
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PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY * Â assorted dialogue for when you see the person you're interested in with someone else and go... hey wait a minute, adjust as necessary
are you two... together?
i should probably ask if you're single first.
who was that you were talking to?
did you two have a nice chat?
are we really doing this now?
what was that all about?
i don't like it when they touch you.
they need to learn to keep their hands off you.
are you trying to make me jealous?
you just gave me the impression we were exclusive.
who was that, anyway?
was that someone you know?
it's completely innocent.
were you flirting with them?
that was a little bit excessive.
they were flirting with you.
i'm not jealous.
i'm upset with you.
they didn't mean anything by that.
i just thought we had something going on.
they know i have feelings for you.
i hate it when you get jealous.
i'm two seconds away from throwing a punch.
they did that on purpose.
wait a minute... are you jealous?
you have no reason to worry.
i'm not interested in them, i promise.
they do get a little touchy-feely, i'll admit.
they don't mean anything by it.
did they just try to kiss you?
we're just really good friends!
you know i only have eyes for you.
please ignore them, okay?
it's not like i'm in love with you or anything.
they're just trying to upset you.
i just don't like it when someone else flirts with you.
i don't blame them, of course, but you're mine.
next time someone tries to hit on you, call me over.
i'll give them a piece of my mind.
they know you're taken, right?
i didn't want to get in your way.
clearly your mind is elsewhere.
if you'd rather be with them, then just tell me.
i need to know where we stand.
can we be more exclusive?
i just don't like it when they talk to you like that.
you have absolutely nothing to worry about.
if they make you happy... i can't stop it.
maybe i have a crush on you. so what?
there was a better way to go about this, you know.
you could have been a little bit nicer.
did you have to be so nasty about it?
i'm going to scream.
i don't want anything coming in between us.
you trust me, don't you?
if you trust me, you have nothing to worry about.
this jealousy of yours is getting a little bit out of control.
i love only you.
why do they have to hold your hand like that?
they couldn't keep their hands off you.
i hate watching you deal with that.
i should give them a piece of my mind.
what? me? jealous? never.
i think i'm allowed a little jealousy every now and then.
you're mine, and i want everyone to know that.
did you just... get jealous over me?
you said you weren't the jealous type.
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baby names
in which spencer comforts you after you wake from a good dream about becoming a mother
fluff! warnings/tags: fem!reader, reader sort of wants to be a mom sort of doesn't, they discuss having a child in the future, talk of pregnancy stuff, I think that's it! a/n: another short sweet fluff piece that is by no means going to get me a pulitzer but is cute nonetheless!! love u!!! let me know if u enjoyed!!
Spencer wasnât in the room when you fell asleep into an impromptu nap, induced by the pattering rain, the low light of your bedside lamp, the warmth of your favorite throw blanketâbut he is when you wake up. Home from work, sprawled on the bed next to you, long legs crossed and as close as he thought he could get without disturbing your slumber.Â
âYou came home,â you whisper groggily, curling into his side and letting your sleepy eyes flutter shut again.Â
He pulls you closer against him, rubbing your arm. âI always do.â A low, affectionate chuckle that buzzes from his chest and dizzies you. âYou tired?â
You hum a distant affirmation. Visions of diaphanous pink, of sweet cooing, of a haloed Spencer doused in warm light and smiling down at a some blanket-bundled creature in his arms, still burn behind your eyelids, fading with every passing second. The gentle classical music youâd been playing earlier now blends with the sound of evening rain tapping ceaselessly against the window. Spencer is warm next to you, scent familiar and comforting and only contributing to your drowsinessâbut a lingering sort of sadness still claws at your stomach. Emptiness. It bites like a shock of icy water. Itâs just a small thing. You feel silly for being upset, but you are upset, and you want to tell him.Â
âI had weird dreams.â
Spencer offers a hum of his own (perhaps a habit youâd picked up from him) and you open your eyes, watching him watch the rain. The stark angle of his jaw, the sweet slope of his nose. Any baby he had a hand in creating would be absolutely cherubic. âYou know, Carl Jung said dreams are hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul.â
You fiddle with the knit of his sweater, and he covers your hand with his own, looking back down at you, deep eyes full of easy contentment. Like as long as youâre together, he canât imagine a thing to be worried about.Â
âWaitâthe dreams are the door? Where does the door go?â
His brows pinch slightly as he recalls what is no doubt an exact quotation.Â
âUhâhe said they led to a primeval cosmic night, that is soul long before there was conscious ego, and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.â
You frown, sleepy head aching as you twist your brain into knots trying to decode the ornate language. âWas he the weird incest-y one?â
Spencer chuckles again. âNope. That was Freud. Jung was essentially saying that there is something primal and instinctual about our dreams. He said they were our way of accessing the unconscious, which can process things the conscious psyche canât, and our consciousness was a ship on the great sea of unconsciousness.â
âYouâre losing me, Dr. Reid.â
The corner of his mouth flickers up.Â
âHe just meant they offered us an unbiased look at our lives. Our desires, our needs, unburdened by conscious ego.â
Our desires. Our needs.Â
You chew your lip.Â
âWhat does dreaming about having a baby mean?â
You say it because Spencer is your closest friend as well as your partner and you trust him completely with every thought in your headâbut the way his hand pauses on your arm makes you nervous.Â
He takes a moment to dissect your answer, digging for a hidden meaning like a precious gem, and then, once he decides there are no landmines, proceeds cautiously.Â
âWell⊠some people say that a baby in your dream is a representation of you. It could indicate a desire to nurture, or a need to be nurtured.â Again you make a noise of vague acknowledgement. His hand starts back up again on your arm, and he delves gently deeper. âWhy? Did you dream about having a baby?â
For a moment, you can only nod. Suddenly youâre choked up, releasing an exhaled, âYeah,â as tears cloud your vision. He gives you a moment, just holding you as you try to find the words to continue. âIt felt really real. I meanâI think I knew it wasnât, but I was so happy that I didnât care. Iâsheââ You laugh tearfully. âIâm being ridiculous, I know, I just⊠I miss her. Is that crazy?â
âThatâs not crazy,â he says quietly. A stretch of silence follows, and the brief deluge of tears fades to trickling stop. Spencer is probably used to you enough so that heâs not surprised when you huff dramatically, trying to dispel your melancholia with a hefty dose of drama.Â
âI wanna have a baby!â
Your boyfriend releases a surprised laugh as you bury your head against his chest, but it only takes him half a second to root his hand in your hair and hold you there.Â
âBecause of your dream?â
âYes!â You sniffle into his sweater. âShe was so perfect, ând sweet. I wanna have a baby so much.â
âWith who?â
You look up at him tearfully and visibly frustrated. His eyes betray only fondness. âYou, Spencer! Who else?â
âNo one! No one else.â
You collapse again, satisfied with his answer.Â
âYou were such a good dad. It wasâoh my god, you were so happy. You were holding her, and smiling at her, andâcan we please have a baby?â
âOh, sweet girl,â he coos, half chuckle, voice tinged with pity. His hand sweeps over and over your hair in a soothing pattern.Â
You pout, hiding even further away against him. âThatâs not an answer.â
âWe canât have a baby right this second, if thatâs what youâre asking me.â
âWhy not?â
He hums, pretending to consider the question, hand still carding gently through your locks, detangling.Â
âYouâre not pregnant, for one thing.â
âI might be.â
âI doubt it.â
âI could be.â
He angles your head up, smiling. Those warm brown eyes of his are full to the brim with sparkly affection. âDo you have something to tell me?â
âNo, Iâm saying, we could have a baby.â
The curve of his mouth lessens though doesnât entirely dissipate, and the subtle lines next to his eyes soften as he regards you. There are a thousand reasons you shouldnât have a baby right now, but Spencer knows you know that, and itâs still not what you want to hear right this second.Â
âWe could.â
Heâs not being serious, but your heart flutters anyway.Â
âReally?â
âSure. Sounds like you have it all figured out.â
âSpencer. Iâm not joking. Youâre not taking me seriously.â
Spencer pulls you closer, and though youâre mildly annoyed, you allow it with a huff.Â
âI am taking you seriously. Like the plague.â
âI know you want kids.â
âI do.â
âWe can have kids.â
âAngel. We have time. I believe that you want a baby, and Iâm overjoyed that you want one with me. And you know weâd need more time to talk about it.â
Of course, you probably will change your mind tomorrow, and again the next day, and Spencer will love you then and every time you change your mind thereafter.Â
âDo you love me?â You ask softly, bunching the fabric of his shirt in your hand and not looking at him. Just to make sure. His eyes are liquid adoration on you.Â
âMore than anything in the whole world.â And maybe, you think, youâre okay with keeping it that way. For just a bit longer, at least. Spencer squeezes your arm. âI do think youâll get to meet her again one day. Iâll get to meet her.â
You smile to yourself, imagining your little dreamy baby girl back in your arms. âOne day.â
He kisses the top of your head.Â
âDid we name her in your dream?â
âElizabeth. But only because in my dream your momâs name was Elizabeth, for some reason? I donât⊠I canât explain that.â
âHm... I love my mom, but I don't know if I'd want to name my baby Diana. Feels too prophetic.â
âHold on, I have like, a hundred baby name ideas. Can you hand me my phone? Iâm gonna tell you all of them. First and middle name combinations.â
Spencer reaches for your phone on the side table. âBoy and girl?â
You scoff, settling into the crook of his arm, head on his shoulder, so he can see your phone screen.Â
âWeâre not having a boy, Spencer.â
âOh. My mistake.â
You smile and tangle your legs with his, searching through your notes app with your non-dominant hand for your list of ridiculous baby names.Â
âI canât believe you would even suggest that. You're obviously going to be a girl dad.â
âAm I?â
âYes! Oh my god, Iâm so glad I'm not pregnant because youâre clearly not ready. You have a lot to learn. Okay, how does Artemisia Valencia October Reid sound to you?â
Youâre lucky he loves you so much.
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Hello! Just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! A bit of a request for the batboys (Jason, Tim, Dick, and Damian), just something silly.
I recently saw a video of a girl saying her boyfriend's entire name as if he was in trouble only for her to tell him she loved him. It was funny to me at the time, it was also late at night lol.
Soo... How would the boys react to reader suddenly saying their full name out of the blue as if they were in trouble as a prank? đđđ€
Dick is thinking to death about what he might done to earn you saying his full name, so much so the poor man was sweating bullets which each step he took in your direction
Did he miss an anniversary?
Date night?
Hayleyâs vet appointment?
He wanted to know badly so that he could think up a way to make it up to you however you wanted. Steal his clothes because they smell like him, he didnât care, he just didnât like you using his full name.
So as he looked you deep in the eyes, mentally preparing for whatever left your mouth, only for you to relax your face and kiss his cheek much to his surprise.
âI love you.â You told him sweetly as you smiled at him.
âWhat?â Dick said.
âI love you.â You repeated, still smiling.
âThatâsâŠthatâs all youâve called my full, legal government name for, to tell me you love me?â Dick asked as though he was waiting for a joke that was never going to come.
âYep.â You said.
âNo catch.â
âNone.â
âCan you stop calling me Richard now and go back to calling me baby, cutie, dickie bird or -preferable- handsome now?â Dick again asks as he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders and was finally able to breathe again now that his questions could finally be laid to sleep.
You chuckled as you kissed his lip. âSure, whatever you say, handsome.â
Damian is unfazed.
Heâs use to his full name being used and he doesnât exactly feel anything but annoyance that he has to leave the piece he has spent the better half of a week working on, just to answer your call.
Damian loved you without a doubt but heâs not exactly fond of whenever you try to follow along these tasteless âtrends.â Though he knows himself well enough to know that he would never stay upset or mad at you for long, you were his weak spot, his treasure forever and always even if this is the things they kept you entertained.
âI know youâre not saying my full name for any particular reason my treasure.â He told you rather plainly.
âAnd how would you know there isnât a reason I called for you?â You replied, crossing your arms over your chest. Damian copied.
âBecause I have a good memory and I havenât missed any important date, thatâs not until next week, that and the fact that I can see the muscles in your face struggling to keep the smile at bay.â Damian said as he pointed out your biggest sign that you were lying about something.
You always involuntarily smiled when telling a lie the title made it far easier for Damian to know that what you were saying was far from the truth. It was your Achilles heel and Damian knew how to use it to his advantage.
âIâm not.â You said, struggling to stop the smile.
âYou are and youâre doing a bad job at it my sweet.â He replied as he was now the one cockily smiling, knowing heâs got you where he wants you that you couldnât do anything but crack under his stare.
âFine you loser, I only called you in here to say I love you, there happy?â You asked as you pouted.
Damian walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. âAll you had to do is say my treasure.â Was all he said as he spent the rest of the day with you and Titus.
Jason is immediately in front of you within a heartbeat.
He, much like dick, didnât like it when you use his full name.
Youâre his partner! USE THE CUTE NICKNAMES YOU CHOSE FOR HIM INSTEAD! Whoâs this Jason Todd? He only responds to Jaybird, jay jay, or baby with the occasional sweetheart from time to time.
âChipmunk, can you please tell me want I did wrong?â Jason asked as he walked into the kitchen where you called him from.
You furrowed your brows. âWrong? I only called you in here to tell you I love you.â You replied as Jason started at you for a bit before he pinched your side, making you squeal.
âYouâre a little shit, you know that sweetheart.â Jason asked as he kept pinching your sides, making you giggle and squeal in his hold. âHad me all worked up and everything.â He adds as he starts biting your neck playfully.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry! Have mercy!â You cried, trying to push yourself away from Jason but it was proven nearly impossible when your man was a literal wall of muscle.
ââAll I can hear as the squeaks of a cheeky little mouse.â Is all Jason said as he continued to tickle, pinch at your sides. He hates it when you call him his full name, it reminded him of lesser then ideal times, sure it sounded far sweeter and loved when it was coming from you rather than theirs, but heâd much rather you call him anything it his full name.
Tim knows what youâre up to the very moment you use his full name.
His detective brain kicks into hyperdrive and goes into the logical explanation as to why the sudden change.
Youâve never used it before, so why now did you use it unless you had seen a cute trend or something that you thought was hilarious on TikTok, or on another social media platform and wanted to try it out for the sake of following whatever was the thing to do.
That or you were genuinely mad and he should at least go talk to you in hopes of de escalating the situation, should it come to it.
âI love you.â You said.
âYouâve said my full name, lured me out of my room, just to say I love you?â Tim asked with a raised brow as though his heart wasnât going nuts once again with how much your words easily affected him.
You paused for a brief moment before smiling. âYeah sounds about right.â
Tim sighs but he couldnât help but feel a smile creep up on his lips. âYouâre ridiculous sometimes I swear.â He says under his breath, âyou almost had me second guessing myself there but Iâm glad this is what you called me out for instead.â He finished as he pressed his forehead against your own, feeling relaxed and clear minded once more.
âYou may say Iâm ridiculous but you love it when I keep you on your toes, itâs like a brain exercise in a way.â You cheekily told him as you kissed his cheek.
âYou call that a brain exercise?â Tim said. âThat was barely a brain activity but more like a brain fart if anything.â He said as you pouted and smacked his bicep, causing him to smile.
âWe canât all be smart asses like you drake.â You said and Tim shrugged as he tugged you close.
âTrue but you certainly are a pain in the ass.â Tim replied, which only made you slap his bicep again as he chuckled and you bury your head into his neck.
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Imagine sweetheart reader x rafe where her friends and family including rafe tells her she deserves better and rafe gets insecure and hurt and reader is there to comfort him and they have sex.
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rafe cameron x sweetheart!reader
warning(s): 18+ smut mdni ! oral sex ( fem receiving ) & penetrative sex, p in v, reader is assumed to be on birth control, fingering, praises, choking, possessiveness, rafe is primal as hell ( jk not as hell but yk )
authors note: i changed it a bit js so its both families saying this. but i hope u enjoy !! sweating nervously ( edit : STOP WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I TYPED SARAH N WHEEZIES NAMES WRONG PLS )
âyou just deserve, i donât know . . . literally anyone else?â wheezie says, earning a laugh from sarah across the table. youâre unsure of what to make of it as you sit there quietly.
youâre seated with rafeâs family outside their home for lunch. ward insisted you join them that day, but with you there, sarah and wheezie thought it would be funny to tease you guys. half of it was actual teasing but the other half seemed a little too . . . real.
youâre unable to even eat comfortably with the comments your boyfriendâs sisters have been making.
sarah goes to continue what she was saying after sheâs done laughing, âsorry y/n butââ
âcan you guys just shut up?â
the table falls silent as everyone looks to rafe whoâs seated beside you.
rafe stares at his sisters, not understanding whatâs going through their minds to be such assholes today. âwhatever,â he mutters under his breath and pulls the napkin off of his lap, throwing it on the seat next to him. he gets up to leave you all outside.
you feel awful as you see his sisters glance at each other, and you excuse yourself from the table to follow him inside. ârafe,â youâre calling out to him but itâs clear that he wants to go upstairs to his room. ârafe, baby.â
he stops at the foot of the stairs, his back still turned to you as he listens to his name being called. after a moment, he sighs heavily and slowly makes his way back up the stairs, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
ârafe,â you whisper to yourself as you continue up the stairs to chase after him some more, and you find yourself in his room.
rafe is pacing back and forth, his mind racing with all the things his sisters said and how it made him feel. he hears the click of the door shutting and his heart rate picks up, hoping itâs you. when he glances at the entrance, youâre standing there with a small frown on your face.
âbaby, i donât think they meant anything theyâve said,â you insist, but rafe is clearly not convinced. âthey were just joking around.â
âjoking around?â he scoffs, his voice laced with sarcasm. âthey say shit like that every time youâre here. jokes can only be funny for so long. and it fucking hurts, okay? it . . .â his eyes well up in tears as he looks away, trying to explain himself. heâs just frustrated. âfuck,â he hisses, leaning his head down to wipe his eyes with his fingers.
âit . . . it makes me feel like iâm not good enough for you, like you deserve someone better than me,â rafe continues, and you hold your own hand as you listen, upset that he has to feel this way. âand your parents said the same thing last week, remember? when we had dinner with them?â
his words bring back the exact memories you wanted to bury deep under. you feel all the more worse for him.
âyeah, and it fucking cuts deep, knowing everyone around us thinks iâm not good enough for you. that iâm holding you back or something,â he says, and sits down on the edge of his bed. âfuck, maybe theyâre right.â
you shake your head as you approach the boy carefully, wanting to respect his boundaries but also wanting to be there for him.
you lower yourself down on your knees in front of him, and you reach forward to take his hand into yours, your eyes pouring into his.
âwe are absolutely equal, baby. theyâre all just stupid and rude! if anything, youâre too good for me,â you reassure him. âi promise you this rafe. we deserve each other.â
rafe looks at you, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty, but all he finds is your unwavering love and support. heâs always known you to be his number one, to be his comfort, and the sweetest little thing heâs ever touched.
he nods and pulls you in for a tight hug. âi love you darlinâ,â he whispers, the name rolling off his tongue just right that makes you smile each and every time.
his hands wander further down before heâs scooping you up onto his lap and his muscular arms wrap around your body.
rafe is silent for a while, and he just buries his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing you tight against him. his mind is racing with the most discouraging thoughts that make him wanna sink into the floor or just punch a wall, but having you here keeps him anchored. his breathing calms as he closes his eyes and just feels you.
âi donât deserve anyone better than you, rafey. i just deserve you,â your voice is a mumble as trace different shapes and patterns on his shoulder and back. âdonât even deserve you, you hear me? i love you.â
you pull away to peck his lips once or twice. his lips are soft like usual but his kisses back are just a bit rougher than yours. youâre able to giggle about it as you pull him back in for the real thing.
rafe kisses you back softly, glad that you always know how to reassure him. he loves you so much and he trusts you with his heart.
his hands slide up and down your back as he enjoys the kiss. he moans softly into your mouth as he deepens it slowly. you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso, and you pull him closer to you as you makeout.
rafe chuckles and happily wraps his arms around your waist in turn. he presses you closer as you keep on keeping on. he loves it when you get as passionate as he does.
you whimper when his hands begin to guide your hips on top of him naturally. you can feel yourself grinding down against him slowly but surely, and his hands squeeze at your hips. âwant you,â you plead in between the kiss.
rafe grins and bites your lip a little harder before pulling away, making you moan. âand i want you too, baby. donât worry,â he says as he stands up easily with you in his arms.
he sets you on the bed and continues to kiss you, mumbling back, âiâll take care of ya.â his hands explore the hem of your dress before his hands are underneath your dress, feeling your every curve.
âfuck, you look so beautiful,â rafe says as he pushes your dress up higher and higher until itâs bunched around your waist. he leans down to kiss your stomach and then your hips before he looks up at you with those hungry eyes of his. âlet me see your pretty pussy, sweetheart.â
youâre shy but you lift your legs up for him to take off your underwear before you pull your legs apart, the sun through his window hitting your pussy perfectly for his view.
âfuck, thatâs it. you look so adorable giving yourself to me like that,â he breathes and leans down to kiss your inner thighs, his stubble rubbing against your delicate skin. he starts by kissing around your pussy before licking the inside of your thighs.
your hand reaches down to run through his hair. ârafe,â you moan out.
âdo you like watching me, sweetheart?" rafe asks with a smirk before he finally licks directly over your folds. he loves that he can make you moan just by kissing you. it makes him even more determined to make you enjoy it.
rafe continues to eat you out, his tongue moving in and out of your pussy at a fast pace. heâs so hungry for your taste and he canât get enough.
he pushes your legs further apart and buries his face between your thighs, his hand reached out across your body to choke you softly. you use both of your hands to hold onto his arm.
rafe smirks up at you from between your legs. âyou taste so fucking sweet,â he praises, continuing to lap at your pussy. he loves how wet heâs making you and it only turns him on more.
rafe finally decides to slip a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out steadily. he loves how your pussy clenches around his finger, trying to keep him from leaving. âlook at you, sweet girl. can you take another one for me?â
when you nod, he adds another finger to the mix, and you feel it stretching you out. rafeâs thumb moves up to tease at your clit.
âdo you like that, huh?â he asks, knowing very well that youâre enjoying this. he leans back down to flick his tongue back and forth against your clit.
you canât take the stimulation from both his fingers and his mouth. âwant you inside of me,â you manage to say between whimpers.
rafe doesnât hesitate to give you what youâre begging for. he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, but brings them up to his mouth and sucks on them so he could taste you fully. the look on his face after could be mistaken for him tasting a batch of your warm, homemade cookies, but instead itâs your slick.
he works on undoing his belt before heâs pulling his pants and briefs all the way down. his cock is thick and heavy, with pre cum adorning his red tip. heâs desperate to feel you.
rafe moves up your body so quickly you barely notice until heâs coming down over top of you, one hand keeping him up as the other lines himself up with your pussy. he guides the head to drag back and forth between your folds, teasing you before he guides his tip in.
he uses his body to push himself deeper inside of you until his skin reaches yours, bottoming out. his jaw hangs slack at the feeling of being inside you again.
rafe has always been very good at giving into his primal urges. his need for sexual release is only heightened by the desire to please you, the love of his life. he continues to thrust deeply into you, enjoying the tight, wet feeling of your pussy.
âyou feel so fucking good," rafe growls into your ear, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke. he canât hold back, not even if he wants to. his hand comes up from his side and grips your throat, gently choking you as he fucks you.
your eyes roll to the back of your head. âmmh,â you moan as your hands find his wrist against to hold onto it. âdeeper. please.â
rafe chuckles darkly, his free hand reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles as he continues to fuck you. âoh, you want me to fuck you deeper? my filthy little sweetheart who loves getting choked and fucked senseless.â
you nod rapidly.
âgod, youâre so fucking hot,â rafe breathes out, his hips snapping against yours at a maddening pace. âyouâre mine, you know that, right? mine to choke, to fuck, to worship.â
âiâm yours rafe,â you say.
just moments pass and you already feel your clit burn in pleasure as you get closer to your high. you feel like bucking your hips up to get a better angle to make it come faster but rafe just thrusts faster and deeper, listening to the sounds you two make. itâs like heaven.
âthatâs right, youâre mine,â rafe says, his voice low and husky. âyouâre going to cum for me like a good girl, arenât you? gonna take every inch of my cock and cum all over it.â
rafeâs thumb on your clit speeds up, his other hand keeping you in a tight chokehold as he fucks you relentlessly. âcome on baby. cum for me. let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my dick as you cum all over it, hmph?â
the tip of his cock hits your g-spot at the right pace that you feel yourself let go. rafe can read your body well enough that when you cum, he speaks up again,
âyeah, thatâs it, fuck, youâre so fucking pretty when you cum for me,â rafe grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. âyou like that, sweet girl?â
âi love it baby,â you cry out as youâre being overstimulated while heâs fucking the cream you made back into you. youâve made such a mess on his dick but you have a few extra moments to relish in the feeling.
rafeâs face contorts in pleasure as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he releases his load inside your spasming pussy. âfuck, holy fuck . . .â his voice is low and quiet.
rafeâs thrusts gradually slow down as he catches his breath, his cock still buried deep inside you. his grip on your throat loosens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his body still trembling slightly from the aftermath.
rafe pulls out of you slowly, his cock glistening with your combined fluids. he takes the opportunity to plunge his fingers inside of your pussy one more time, while still warm and dripping. he curls his fingers at just the right angle before he pulls out of you again.
he brings his fingers to his mouth as he maintains eye contact with you, sucking one of them clean with a dirty grin on his face. he wants to make sure youâre seeing this.
âfuck baby. open up,â he mutters as he reaches out to you with his other finger thatâs covered in your cum. âyou just taste so sweet.â
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ME AND MY BROKEN HEART â
CL16 ( & MV33 )
PAIRING ⊠charles leclerc x fem!ex girlfriend!reader ; max verstappen x fem!reader
SUMMARY ⊠when charles leaves you heartbroken, you end up letting a certain red bull driver help mend your broken heart [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ⊠cursing
REQUESTED ⊠here!
NOTES ⊠reader is a model for dior. for the timeline of this, reader & charles broke up in august 2023 and he got with another woman (choosing to leave her unnamed because there will be NO alex slander) in september 2023. as per request, the fc i've used is hannah harrell, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are closed at the moment.
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user1 THE LAST SLIDE WHAT.
user2 NO WAY ARE HER AND CHARLES BROKEN UP NOOO
user3 MY FAV COUPLE đ
user4 the way im so upset rn is not healthy.
user5 real like THEY WERE PARENTS
user6 okay but y/n is still glowing??
user7 righttt!! enough about the guy who drives in circles all day, lets talk about HER đ
user8 he fumbled.
user9 realll!
yourbsf making that cake was wayyy too much fun đ
yourusername breaking it apart was even better đ
anyataylorjoy đđ
yourusername who needs a man when i have you đ©·
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yourusername greek air to cure the breakup blues đŹđ·đ
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user14 OKAYYY MISS Y/N YOU ARE SERVING AS PER!!
user15 she's living her best life and im HERE FOR IT
user16 her and her bsf are actually everything to me
user17 so trueee i need a friendship like theirs!!
user18 NOO I WAS JUST IN GREECE I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED YOU
user19 NO I WAS AS WELL I WAS SO UPSET WHEN I SAW THIS
user20 bet charles is missing you rn!!
user21 who cares abt charles? she's literally getting over him rn, he's so yesterday's news đŽ
user22 what part did you go to?? im planning on going over the holidays in october, and i desperately need some recs!! đ«¶
yourusername crete!! it was so so beautiful, can confirm đ©·
user23 one driver out of her likes, another (max verstappen) in her likes
user24 okay but they'd be such a good couple??
yourbsf GIRLS TRIP WAS THE BESTTT
yourusername NEXT ONE PENDING FOR SUREEE
mariloublg_ absolutely gorgeous gorgeous girlies đđ
yourusername MARILOU MY ANGEL đ©·
user25 i came here from the instagram gossip website and can i just say in that interview you SERVED
user26 REALLL
user27 wait what are you guys on about?? im so lost HELP
user26 go on @/f1wagnews and you'll see!
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f1wagnews NEW: Y/N L/N breaks her silence on the circulating paparazzi pictures of Charles Leclerc & his apparent new girlfriend. When asked by the media what she thought, she said: "Charles being in a new relationship not even a month later is naturally a shock, seeing as I assumed he would treat me and the times we shared over the past three years with the same dignity and respect that I am treating him. I don't know, I guess these sort of memories aren't as priceless to him as they are to me. Still, I hope he's happy in his new relationship."
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user28 OKAYY MISS Y/N IS BACKK!!
user29 THIS is what i was waiting for.
user30 she is actually handling this really maturely to be fair to her!!
user31 realll!! i wish i would've been like this with my ex
user32 okay so a lot of the comments are saying she handled this w grace or whatever but is it just me who disagrees? like she's literally being rude to him and his new girlfriend, and you're all hyping her up?? like huh??
user33 honestly this comment makes no sense to me; she didn't say anything rude about charles in this, she simply said that she was shocked to see him in a relationship when they were together for three years, and honestly she's valid for that! i don't think many girls would enjoy seeing their ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend all over the media, and so y/n is honestly handling this so well.
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user37 THE CAPTION LMAOO
user38 Y/N REMAINS HILARIOUS
user39 ASTON MARTIN SWITCH UP HELLOOO??
user40 I KNOWW marilou and her are so cute though i loveee
user41 it's so weird to see her in green after having seen her in red for the past three years
user42 i knowww but she looks like she's happy now and that's all that matters tbh!!
lance_stroll thanks so much for the shoutout y/n, appreciate you too i guess
yourusername listen stroll if you hurt her i'll be at ur doorstep.
lance_stroll im actually sort of scared of you at times y/n.
yourusername good! đđ
maxverstappen1 so you liked seeing me win then?
yourusername you've been winning since like the prehistoric ages mate i think ive gotten used to it by now đ (yes)
user43 so like is it just me or is this flirty...
mariloublg_ MY GIRL FOREVERRR đ«¶
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user44 OKAY BUT ARE MAX AND Y/N DATING ORRR
user45 MAYBEEE!! honestly they'd be so cute i just KNOW he'd treat her right
user46 y/n you are my everything.
user47 the flowersss?? did miss y/n get herself another man?
user48 has to be max.
maxverstappen1 the second slide was uncalled for. âčïž
yourusername I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING IM SO SORRY IT WAS HILARIOUS đ
maxverstappen1 the flowers đđ
yourusername yeah!! wonder who got me those đ
anyataylorjoy you have a man now? âčïž
yourusername nooo ur the only one i need baby i swear đ©·
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f1wagnews NEW: Y/N L/N is a WAG again...but for a different driver on the grid! In a recent interview during the Las Vegas Grand Prix, Max Verstappen confirmed to the press that he and Y/N had entered a relationship a couple of weeks prior, after pictures circulated of the two in his car in Monaco: "Well obviously she came to the COTA grand prix and I had already known her before and we were good friends, so we fell right back where we left off, and here we are now! [...] Yeah things are going great, she's truly one of the best people I've ever met."
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user49 Y/NSTAPPEN LETS GOOOO
user50 MY GIRL IS A WAG AGAINNN I LOVE
user51 is it just me who misses charles and y/n âčïž
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Spencer feels a little like a child of divorce. Like, he absolutely is a child of divorce, but he didnât think heâd feel this way at work. Lately, all Hotch and Gideon do is argue.Â
Itâs especially odd in that Hotch doesnât usually go against Gideonâs judgement, even when he doesnât agree, but you seem to be something Hotch is willing to fight for, and Spencer has no idea why.
âWe donât need her,â Gideon says. Spencer knows it isnât Gideon being cruel, just stern. âWe have a fine team without her.âÂ
âBut with her, weâre better. And we have an opening. I know you like Greenaway for it, and I do tooââ
âEveryone likes Greenaway for the position, sheâs more palatable than L/N, and she works harder.â
Spencer tries not to whip his face back and forth like heâs following a ping pong ball, but itâs hard to keep up. He has no idea what his mentorâs talking about in all honesty, youâd seemed more than palatable when you met him last week. You were nice. And barely anybody is nice to Spencer.Â
You sounded like you actually wanted to hear him talk, something Gideon has often been alone in. And palatable is a subjective word.Â
âThatâs not necessarily true,â Hotch says, knowing heâs losing.Â
âWeâre not gonna rush into picking someone,â Gideon says, less stern, more neutral.Â
âNo. I have invited her to the Georgia consultation this afternoon.âÂ
Gideon sighs through his nose. The afternoon rolls around quickly. Spencer doesnât want to think about it but heâs excited to see you, and he feels conflicted in that; Gideon is the first person in a long time who actually seems to care about him, so Spencer is guilty of always aiming to please, but he canât understand why Gideon dislikes you so much. Am I being easily led? he wonders.Â
Heâll admit to finding you attractive. In his head, that is. Youâd spoken so particularly, youâd looked stunning, and you didnât make a fuss when he wouldnât shake your hand. You called him beautiful.Â
Itâs the nicest, kindest attention heâs had since he started. Morgan calls him pretty boy. Spencer knows itâs not the same thing.Â
They gather in the conference room, Morgan, Hotch, Gideon and Spencer, just a few minutes before 2PM. A minute later, youâre knocking on the door.Â
âHelloâŠâ You smile when you realise theyâre here. âAm I late?âÂ
âNo, L/N. Come and take a seat,â Hotch says.Â
Thereâs a plastering of documents on the table and an empty seat by both Morgan and Spencer. You choose the one beside Spencer despite a stack of manilla folders, tucking your chair in neatly. âOh, the grizzly stuff. This will upset my feminine energy.âÂ
Morgan laughs. Gideon glares at the table.Â
Spencer likes it when youâre around. One more person and suddenly the consultation is a conversation and not a debate. You can keep up with everyone. You laugh at Spencer occasionally and he doesnât know why, but he can tell it isnât cruel laughter; heâs had a long time to work out the difference.Â
Gideon excuses himself for a coffee half an hour in.Â
Hotch immediately leans across the table. âIâm trying to help you,â he says.Â
You grimace. âWhat am I doing wrong now?âÂ
âThe laughing.âÂ
âYou laugh.âÂ
âI know.â Hotch smiles at you. âYouâre getting good at this, you have good insight on the dark triad. You read the book I sent?âÂ
âHowâs Haley?â you ask.
He shakes his head, but his smile stays. âDonât joke about that.âÂ
Youâre not flirting. Or, Spencer doesnât think so. Itâs more likely youâre joking as Hotch says, everything about your body language pointing to amicable friendliness besides your flirting tones. âI read the book,â you say. Your gaze turns to Spencer. âBet youâve read it too, huh? Morgan said youâve read every book ever written.âÂ
âThatâs an exaggeration,â Spencer says.Â
âBut close?â you ask. âIâd love some recommendations. You know. For profiling.âÂ
âDonât let her fool you, Reid, sheâs well read,â Morgan says.Â
âWait, Gideon doesnât like you because you laugh?â Spencer asks.Â
Itâs a socially inept thing to say, he realises after. You lean back in your chair all sweet and soft with your legs crossed, your dark stockings thin at the knees. Heâs so, so worried youâre going to be offended and thatâs exactly what he needs, a possible friend isolated again by his inability to read the room, but you donât chew him out. You nudge his leg gently with the toe of your heel.Â
âNow who said he doesnât like me, handsome?â you ask teasingly.Â
Spencer regrets the heat that floods his face and neck.Â
âItâs complicated,â you add, your smile more than friendly, Spencer canât work it out. âBut donât worry, Iâll turn him around eventually. Itâs one of my many talents.âÂ
Oh, he thinks. Thatâs what it is. Spencerâs finally in on the joke.Â
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trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | jjk (m)
â pairing: jk x f. reader
â genre: fluff, smut | college au, slight coffee shop au (?)
â word count: 12.4k
â warnings: pov change after the first part (its kinda obvious.. i hope), sleeveless jk, jealous jk, like really jealous, side character yoongi, cameo jimin and hoseok, they work tgt in a coffee shop, boxer!jk is back to his nature (he's boxing again, at last), cocky jk (but he's hot so its ok), usual banter between jk and oc, also banter between oc and jimin, mentions of cuts and bruises from boxing, references to the movie Real Steel, uhh what else i dont rmb anything else this thing is GIANT for me, smut in the form of: kissing, marking (hickeys), making out, an attempt at dirty talk, dry humping, cumming in pants, hint at unprotected penetrative sex at the end (don't do this!). [pls lmk if i missed smth]
â summary: a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.
â author's note: okay first of all full disclosure i started this in sept 2022 and just finished it today ^_^ i tried to edit it as best as i could, so if you see any mistakes, pls kindly... ignore... thank you... ^_^ that aside, i also feel the need to disclose that this is only my second time attempting to write smut so pls.. be kind.. hehe. okay! i hope you enjoy this absolute giant baby of mine!!
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Thereâs an advantage to knowing someone for years. Jeon Jeongguk can attest to this fact from first-hand experiences heâd had with you throughout the many years you both have known each other. Heâs seen you cry after you almost drowned when you were ten and youâve seen him throw up his breakfast after drinking skimmed milk when he was twelve, where both life-threatening experiences had been deemed not serious by young-you and young-Jeongguk who used both experiences as means to roast each other. (Though growing up, your hands automatically grabbed the whole milk carton when grocery shopping with him and heâs never let you go within a five-meter radius of a swimming pool without his supervision.)
Years of friendship with you has also given him the advantage of being familiar with your likes and dislikes, from trivial ones like how you donât drink coffee because it upsets your stomach to more serious ones like the type of boys you would date in your teen years. Heâs never had a problem with the former, instead using it as another mean to annoy you (âYou canât drink coffee? What are you? A child?â), but the latter had always bugged him for reasons unknown prior to his big epiphany a little over a year ago. (Spoiler alert: it was the first time he came home with piercings on his eyebrow and lower lip, when he tempted you into kissing him stupid.)
Now heâs confident that the type of a boy youâd date would be someone who is handsome, tall, has a great smile and tattooed bulging biceps on the side. Add a lip piercing (and a fake tongue one!) as well and heâs sure youâre never going to look at other boys ever again. If you do, well, heâd just make the piercing on his tongue a permanent one, even though that means he wouldnât be able to kiss you for weeks after. But as said earlier, heâs confident that you only have eyes for him alone.
With that same confidence, Jeongguk struts through the glass door of the coffee shop youâre working at for the summer, going up to the counter with a grin painted on his features. Said grin goes unnoticed by you, though, as youâre busy taking the order of the person in front of him. His lips stay tilted upwards as he watches you work, writing the customerâs name on the cup with your big, round, cute handwriting. Only when youâre done taking the order and the customerâs cup has been given to your coworker do you notice his presence, eyes lighting up at the sight of him.
âHi, what can I get you today?â you greet him in your customer-service voice and smile like you do any other customer that has come before him. Jeongguk gives you an amused smile, making you chuckle as you key in his order even before he says it himself. He eyes the small screen in front of him that displays his usual choice of beverage, making a sound to stop you from ringing him up.
âActually,â he says when you hum in question, âcould you add milk to that? Make it a latte?â
âYou want a latte?â you emphasize the last word, making sure you didnât hear him wrong. âLike, with milk and foam on top?â
âUh-huh,â Jeongguk confirms, leaning his elbows on the counter to stare at you as you change his order from an americano to a latte. âCan I also order you on the side? Look too good not to be devoured,â he adds, a sleazy smirk on his lips.
You scrunch up your face at his innuendo, his words hard to believe when youâre wearing a murky brown apron and a matching cap on your head. âIâm adding a brownie,â you deadpan. âThat would be seven dollars.â
âYou donât want anything?â Jeongguk asks as he straightens up, hand reaching for his wallet to take out his credit card. âNo coffee though, babe.â
âNope, Iâm good,â you answer as you accept the card Jeongguk hands you, swiping it through the card reader. âYoongi said I can try the new menu in large for free! Iâm saving calories for that so no sugar allowed for now.â
His forehead creases upon hearing the new name. âYoongi? Whoâs Yoongi?â
âHim,â you tilt your head towards a mint-haired guy whoâs busy making all the drinks, hands skillfully moving from one cup to another. Itâs a wonder how he doesnât spill even a drop of liquid. âIâll introduce you later but now you have to move, thereâs a line. Shoo.â
Jeongguk gives you a playful pout as a protest but complies with your request to move, sliding down to the pick up counter as you greet the next customer in line. There are two people lined up after him, barely a line like you made it sound like, but he figures because itâs an hour before closing that you consider any amount above one person a line. He also notices that you and the mint guy (Yoongi, was it?) are the only ones manning the counter, so itâs not like you have any spare time to deal with him given the amount of work that has to be done.
âAn iced latte and brownie for Jeongguk!â Mint guy shouts as he slides the drink and dessert on the counter, lingering for a second when he sees Jeonggukâs hands reaching for his order. Mint guyâs gaze trails up his arms to his face, eyes meeting Jeonggukâs confused ones. Recognition bleeds into his cat-like eyes as his mouth forms into an O shape.
âKiddoâs boyfriend?â
The low baritone of his voice is unexpected, though thatâs not the only thing throwing Jeongguk for a loop. âKiddoâ? He has a nickname for you??
Mint guyâYoongi!âdoesnât take his lack of response personally, instead opting to turn around and talk to you who have just finished taking orders from the customers. Jeongguk canât hear what words you and Yoongi are throwing around, but from the way you glance at him, it looks like the mint-haired guy is just trying to confirm the answer to his two-worded question directed at Jeongguk earlier.
Your response to Yoongiâs inquiry makes the guy give you double pats on your cap-covered head, triggering a laugh to come out of both of you. While Yoongiâs laugh looks like heâs teasing you good-naturedly, yours looks like a shy one if the pink dusting your cheeks are any indication. It prompts a scowl to appear on Jeonggukâs handsome visage, furrowed brows and clenched jaw. It is not in your nature to get shy.
As much as he wants to stay rooted to the pick-up counter to keep you and Yoongi in his close watch, he has to move his ass somewhere less crowded to avoid getting eye-fucked by the girl next to him who has been staring at his tattoos for the past five minutes. Prior to dating you, anyone who displays interest in his tattoos would make pride swell in his chest, an ego-booster guaranteed to make his day a thousand times better. He used to subtly flex whenever he caught someone looking at his sleeve tattoos, an equally subtle wink on the side if that someone is a girl he found attractive. But after dating you, he realizes that the only attention he wants (and matters) is yours. Now anyone staring at his tattoos with the intention of flirting or getting in his pants just makes him shiver in disgust.
Though, in this particular instance, Jeongguk admits itâs his own fault by showing up to the coffee shop in a sleeveless shirt. It wasnât intentional, he just grabbed anything within reach when he packed for the gym earlier in the day, but the way he left his hoodie in the car is definitely intentional. He thought he would give you a distraction surprise by baring his sleeve when youâre working, but you seemed unaffected even when he leaned on the counter to flex his muscles. Which is weird, considering you never missed any chance to ogle his inked bicep whenever heâs boxing.
As Jeongguk plops a small piece of brownie into his mouth, he just realizes that your roles are reversed now, with you doing your thing and him doing the staring. His eyes never leave your figure as you ring up three more customers since he sat down, transferring plastic cups onto Yoongiâs never-ending queue of orders. He watches as you take the last two cups by yourself, re-reading the order before moving to grab the ingredients needed for the drink. Your hands donât work as fast as Yoongiâs, the muscle memory not yet settling in, but Jeongguk can tell that your help is appreciated by the way the mint guy smiles at you while patting your shoulder.
When the orders are all done, you go up to the glass door to flip the sign so it shows the Sorry, weâre closed! side. A glance at the clock tells him that it is thirty minutes until closing time, meaning thirty minutes until you can get out from behind the cashier and into his waiting arms. He hasnât seen you all day today and all he wants to do is kiss you breathless the second you get rid of that horrendous apron and cap. Jeongguk starts counting down from the thirty-minute mark, hoping time would tick by faster.
Behind the counter, Yoongi is still busy making one more drink while refusing your offer to help. Itâs weird seeing your kindness being offered to someone that isnât him, but Jeongguk supposes this time itâs strictly work-related as he knows Yoongi has been making all the drinks (except the last two that you did) ever since he sat down with his order. Though, it seems like the drink in his hand is not an order at all, because he gives the plastic cup to you instead of putting it on the counter for a customer to take. Thereâs an almost childish grin on your face as you sip on the drink, eyes lighting up as you shoot Yoongi a thumbs up. After you exchange some more words with Yoongi, Jeongguk watches as you skip happily to his table with your drink in hand.
You place said drink next to his cup of latte on the table before your hand reaches for his drink to steal a sip. âI just have to clean up and wait for everyone to leave, then weâre good to go.â You steal two more sips of the latte just because you can.
âOkay, babe, but I still want my latte, you can put it down now,â Jeongguk chuckles, watching you do as he says with a guilty smile on your face. But then your hand takes the little spoon that came with the brownie to cut a sizable chunk from his half-eaten treat, quickly plopping it into your mouth. âFinish your brownie so I can take the plate away to wash it.â
âAre you just here to steal all of my food?â Jeongguk jokes, no menace behind his words as he reaches up to thumb away a stray piece of brownie from the corner of your lips. âAnd you said you didnât want anything when I offered earlier.â
âI didnât,â you confirm, âstealing from you is just too hard to resist.â
Jeongguk wouldâve continued the banter if not for Yoongi calling your nickname from behind the counter, signalling for you to get back to your job.
âBoss calls,â you say, sneakily stuffing some more brownie into your mouth. âShould get back. Bye!â
âHeâs your boss?â Jeongguk asks incredulously, glancing at the mint-haired guy whoâs still busy moving around behind the counter. âThat young guy is your boss??â
âYeah, Iâll explain later,â you wave your hand dismissively, turning to leave. âDonât steal my drink!â
In true Jeongguk fashion, of course he steals a sip from your drink. He does it just to be petty that you wonât explain anything about Yoongi, but heâs also curious what the new menu tastes like. He doesnât remember seeing any banner for a new menu when he entered the shop earlier, so heâs guessing it hasnât gone on sale yet.
He scrunches up his face the moment the drink touches his taste buds, tasting the bitterness of coffee among the layers of other flavors. Itâs not as strong as the americano he usually has, but he can still feel it linger even after he swallowed the drink. Definitely not the type of drink youâd order on your own, though, so why were you so excited to try this new menu?
Looking around the shop, Jeonggukâs gaze falls on Yoongi. You did say he was your boss, didnât you? Could it be that this free drink is just a plot to use you as a guinea pig for his experimental weird recipes, knowing that you canât refuse your boss? Was that why he refused your help earlier? So he could make the drink taste as bizarre as it is right now?
His eyes continue following your and Yoongiâs figures behind the counter, squinting them in distaste whenever he sees you laughing at something the mint-haired guy said. Your smile, your lowered gaze, your shy demeanor, all remind him of a feeling he thought he had buried a long time agoâthe same feeling he got whenever you got a boyfriend in your adolescent years. Suddenly, Jeongguk feels fifteen all over againâa clueless doe-eyed boy who donned t-shirts in every color of the rainbow every day of the week and strutted like he owned the school just so you can see that he was cool, only for you to deny him of a Sunday together.
Those years have become a core memory for him that it inspired him to get one of his tattoos: Rather be dead than cool, because he realized the way to your attention was not by being cool, it was by just being himself. (Yes, the âhimâ who showed up unannounced at your doorstep after two years and ended the day with you on his lap stealing all the breath straight from his lungs.)
Anyways, all of that doesnât matter because currently, your eyes are not on him but on your mint-haired boss whoâs busy grinning while washing some equipment. Why are you both smiling so much around each other? Do you have some kind of inside joke thatâs so funny you canât stop laughing? What is so pleasing about Yoongiâs presence that you keep beaming at him?
Jeongguk chews the straw of your drink in anger, not realizing that he has inhaled almost half of the cupâs content despite claiming that he hates the taste. Sipping on your drink has become an afterthought as he was busy analyzing how wide your smiles are while working with Yoongi and how friendly the shoulder and head pats you give each other are. Itâs sickening.
Eventually, everyone else in the coffee shop left and youâre in front of him once again to get rid of the brownie plate from his table, whining when you see the half-empty cup in Jeonggukâs hand even as youâre chewing the rest of his brownie in your mouth. Fair trade, he says as you walk away with the plate and spoon in hand.
Not even five minutes has passed since you left his table, yet Jeongguk feels tired of being patient, taking your and his coffee cups in each hand before coming up to the counter. It seems like Yoongi senses his presence, because he looks up from the calculator app on the tablet in front of him to give Jeongguk a curious glance. Their eyes meet for a split second before Jeongguk moves his gaze past Yoongiâs shoulder to you, whoâs still busy wiping down the counter. A knowing smile curves on Yoongiâs lips.
âHey, Kiddo,â Yoongi turns towards you, the nickname still irritating to Jeonggukâs ears. âIâll finish closing up, you can go. Great work today.â
âNo itâs okay, I can help you mop the floor after Iâm finished with the counter.â You donât even look up as you wave him off, oblivious to Jeonggukâs presence and his increasing impatience in front of your boss. He clears his throat comically loud, making you turn around to see a frown etched on your boyfriendâs face and Yoongi tilting his head towards him with a small, almost teasing smile on his face.
âOh.â You pull your lips into a thin line. âOkay then. Sorry about him, Yoongi.â
âNo worries, Kiddo.â
Yoongiâs nonchalant response is laced with a chuckle, which for some reason, upsets Jeongguk even more than the nickname he keeps calling you by. Is Yoongi not scared of him? Of his tattoos, of his muscles? Is he not intimidating? Canât he feel the piercing stare Jeongguk keeps giving him ever since he walked into the coffee shop?
âYou.â Your stern voice tears his hot gaze away from the mint-haired guy, whose focus is back on the calculator on his tablet to count the sales they made today. âIâll clock out first then we can go. Please donât do anything weird in the five minutes that I donât have my eyes on you.â
Jeongguk follows your figure with his eyes until you disappear into the backroom, leaving him alone with Yoongi. Yoongi, the guy with the mint hair, whose surname he doesnât even know, who is your boss that strangely have an endearing nickname for you. Things that stream steady questions into his head, about your initial meeting with Yoongi to the extent of your relationship with him. Itâs the nickname he canât seem to shake off of his mind, the way it rolls easily off Yoongiâs tongue, as if heâs been calling you that for years. Has he known you for years like Jeongguk has? Been through near-death experiences with you like Jeongguk has? Has he deserved the right to call you by a nickname like Jeongguk has?
âYou can stop shooting daggers at my head, you know,â Yoongiâs low drawl almost makes Jeongguk think that heâs talking to himself, but the sentence is clearly directed at him. The older guy finally looks up from his tablet to look at Jeongguk in the eyes for longer than a second, no coffee orders to complete to interrupt their interaction this time. âKiddoâs boyfriend, Jeongguk, right?â
As Jeongguk gives a nod to confirm Yoongiâs question, a hand is extended towards him to complete the introduction. âIâm Yoongi, Kiddoâs coworker-slash-boss.â
Jeongguk grips Yoongiâs hand with more strength than necessary, unintentionally flexing his muscles too. He thought that would be enough to tell Yoongi that Jeongguk is your boyfriend and he has no business being so friendly with you, but Yoongi only glances at his tattooed arm before letting go of his hand with a comment about how strong his grip is.
âThanks, I do boxing,â Jeongguk mutters curtly, upset at the degree of nonchalance Yoongi is showing. He starts glancing at the door to the backroom where you currently are, wishing you would emerge right this second so he can go and doesnât need to face Yoongiâs mint hair ever again.
âYeah, Kiddo might have mentioned that a few times, just like she wonât shut up about your sleeve tattoos,â Yoongi says, going back to his tablet. âI used to box too, by the way.â
If you asked Jeongguk what Yoongi used to do, he wouldnât be able to answer at all as he chooses to focus on the part where Yoongi said you wonât shut up about his sleeve tattoos and tune out the rest of his sentence. âMy tattoos? What about them?â
âShe said you have tons. Shoulder to fingertips. Thatâs how I recognized you when giving your order,â Yoongi answers lightly, which piqued Jeonggukâs interest even further. Wouldnât it be fun to use this coworker-slash-boss of yours to get information about what youâve been saying about him at work? What else does Yoongi know about him other than he does boxing and has a sleeve tattoo?
âReally? Does she gush about how hot they are to you, too?â
Itâs not a question meant to be answered, its sole purpose to show off that you indeed gush to him about how hot his tattoos are. Though, if one thinks about it, why would Jeongguk need to boast to Yoongi about the compliments you give him about the strokes of ink on his arm? What business does Yoongi have knowing about it?
Yoongi seems to be unaware of Jeonggukâs inner dilemma as his face breaks out into a grin. âI think sheâd be mad at me if I told you half the things she gushes to me about you.â
So you do gush about how hot his tattoos are to Yoongi. Interesting.
The fact that Yoongi insinuates thereâs more to that is both endearing and terrifying to Jeongguk, because while heâs giddy that you talk about him with other people with so much enthusiasm, too much of it could end up in you sharing something about him that you should not have. Not to mention youâre sharing it with your boss, someone you should keep at an armâs length when it comes to sharing about your significant others. One wrong move and he could use it against you.
Jeongguk is just about to ask Yoongi to elaborate further on his statement when you step out of the backroom, now out of the murky brown cap and apron and in a white t-shirt that looks like it belongs to Jeongguk. All thoughts of Yoongi knowing all sort of things about him evaporates right away, his mind focusing on how cute you look instead. If only Jeongguk doesnât know basic human decency, heâd pull you by the waist to taste the mouth heâs been deprived of for the whole day, not giving an ounce of care about your boss watching the whole thing.
No, heâs a good boyfriend so he opts to pull you by the shoulders instead, letting your arms go around his waist before squeezing you in his arms. The kiss he drops on your cheek is chaste yet lingering, like he wants to let you know just how much he missed you. You tighten your arms around him in return, wordlessly saying the same thing back.
âReady to go?â Jeongguk mumbles into your hair, not yet letting go of the hug.
âYeâoh, wait!â You pull your face away from its initial position on Jeonggukâs chest. âYou havenât met Yoongi yet.â
âWe did, Kiddo,â Yoongi waves you off. âYouâre free to go. Your boyfriend here has been waiting long enough.â
âNo,â you say, pulling away from Jeonggukâs hold. âI mean I havenât introduced you two properly.â You gesture to the both of them back and forth as you say their names. âYoongi, meet my boyfriend, Jeon Jeongguk. Jeongguk, meet my boss, Min Yoongi. His family owns this coffee shop.â
âThatâs what you mean by proper?â Jeongguk says to you as he takes Yoongiâs hand for the second time that day, regular grip this time because youâre watching his every move like a hawk. âI didnât know you own the shop. Nice place,â he nods to the older guy, releasing his hand.
âThanks. Itâs my dadâs, though. I just help from time to time,â Yoongi shrugs.
âYou âjust help from time to timeâ but willing to dye your hair mint in honor of the new menu.â You nudge his elbow playfully. âSpeaking of the new menu, did you finish the whole cup, Jeongguk? Iâve only had a few sips.â You frown as you bring the cup to your eye level, examining just how much of it is left. Itâs an exaggeration, obviously, as the cup in your hand is still half-filled. But Jeongguk plays along, saying the reason why he inhaled your drink is because heâs tired from having just gone back from boxing.
âYou have your own latte,â you point out, finally taking a much-deserved sip from your free drink. It still tastes okay, so you stop grilling Jeongguk about stealing your drink (even though you kinda stole his too, in the middle of your shift nonetheless.) âOh, and did you know Yoongi alsoââ
Yoongi clears his throat loudly before you can finish your sentence. You look up from your drink, alarmed, afraid you might have said something wrong. Your eyes meet Yoongiâs and he gives you a tiny shake of his head, one Jeongguk doesnât notice because heâs busy taking sips from his own cup of latte. (And because heâs more focused on you than Yoongi.)
âHe knows, I told him I used to box too,â Yoongi says.
âYou did? I didnât catch it,â Jeongguk averts his eyes from you, turning to look at Yoongi. âWanna have a match? I could use an opponent for my session tomorrow.â
âI said I used to, Kid,â Yoongi re-emphasizes on the two words. âI have a shoulder injury. Itâs healing, but I still shouldnât do too much to it.â
âOh come on, Iâll go easy on you.â
âJeongguk!â A slap lands on his bicep courtesy of you.
âWhat? He said itâs healing!â
Itâs only now that Jeongguk witnesses the exchange between you and Yoongi using only your eyes, yours looking frantic while Yoongiâs looking as cool as a cucumber. Maybe he should dye his hair a shade of green resembling a cucumber rather than a mint.
After watching you and Yoongi have a silent conversation for a minute, Jeongguk lets out a sigh as he takes the final sip from his latte. âItâs okay, babe, I was just kidding. Itâs fine if Yoongi doesnât want to have a match with me.â He throws the empty cup into a trashcan nearby. âIt just means that he backs down easily from a challenge.â
You physically face-palm at his sentence, missing the way Jeongguk throws a challenging smirk Yoongiâs way. The older doesnât seem fazed at all, instead letting a small smirk take over his features as well. âThatâs not a really nice thing to say to someone youâve just met,â he drawls.
Jeongguk shrugs. âJust stating the truth.â
âJeongguk, please stop,â you whine from behind your hands, still facepalming because you donât want to become a witness in case this coffee shop becomes a crime scene.
âAlright, Iâll have a match with you,â Yoongi says finally, tone resolute. You peek out from the cocoon of your hands, glancing back and forth between your coworker-slash-boss and your boyfriend who are having a staring contest, both refusing to back down. âTomorrow after my shift works? Kiddo here can take the same shift so she can watch us too.â
âSure,â Jeongguk agrees without a pause. âIt ends at three, right?â
âYep.â
âCool. See you then.â
Then Jeongguk puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the counter to finally go take you home as itâs the reason he came here in the first place. You hastily give your coworker a wave goodbye over your shoulder, getting a wave back accompanied with a laugh. Jeongguk uses the opportunity to steal yet another sip from your drink.
âStop it! Youâre gonna finish it all!â
âWhat even is it? It tastes really weird.â Jeongguk scrunches up his face.
âItâs mint mochaccino, you ass.â You pull the cup away from him, who chases the straw with his mouth while grinning wide. âStop or I wonât kiss you until tomorrow morning.â
âAlways withdrawing kisses when I need them the most,â he pouts, retreating from your drink to let you finally finish the cup yourself. âCan I kiss you in the car or should I wait until we get home?â
(Does not matter what you answer is, because he grips the back of your neck in the car to make out with you for five minutes, and then finish what he started in the safety of his room, under the blankets.)
âAre you sure you want to fight with Yoongi later?â
You and Jeongguk are back in his car, on the way to the coffee shop for you to start your shift and for Jeongguk to get his americano to kick off the day. His nod to your question is firm.
âYeah. My coach said itâs good to train with an opponent sometimes.â
âYou couldâve fought with your coach instead, then,â you point out.
âTrue, butââ Jeongguk tilts his head, sucking in a breath. âHeâs the one who trained me, so he knows my fighting style and pattern. Itâs good indeed, but itâs missing that element of fun.â He drums his fingers against the steering wheel. âBesides, I want to know what your Yoongi is made of.â He casts a glance at you to see your reaction.
âWhat âmyâ Yoongi, what are you talking about âŠâ You heave a sigh, massaging your temple. Itâs not even 9 AM yet but you can already feel a headache coming. Sometimes you wonder why youâre willing to date this childhood friend of yours, knowing all of his flaws and bad habits like this. Though itâs given you the advantage of being able to read between the lines of his actions, often you wish heâd just say things outright without you having to dig it out of him.
âYou know, the Yoongi you work with? The Yoongi who gives you head pats? The Yoongi who has a nickname for you?â Jeonggukâs tone gets more annoying near the end of his sentence, almost as if heâs trying to get a certain reaction out of you.
âThe Yoongi who owns the cafe I work at, which is the sole source of income I have?â you reply instead, refusing to give in to Jeonggukâs silent provocation. âAlso, the Yoongi who used to box. I think you should keep that in mind when you fight him later.â
âYeah, yeah. Bet he wasnât even that good.â
You manage to arrive at the cafe unscathed, only losing a tiny piece of sanity because your boyfriend couldnât keep his mouth shut about Yoongi and his non-existent boxing skills (Jeonggukâs words, not yours.) It doesnât help that the Yoongi in question is already standing behind the register, greeting you with a smile and throwing a lopsided smirk your boyfriendâs way. You donât like the thick tension between them at all so you quickly slip into the backroom to let Jeongguk be a big boy for once and order his own americano for the day.
Stepping out of the backroom in your mandatory work apron and cap, youâre kind of relieved when you see the shop is still intact, not thrown upside down courtesy of your boyfriend and his inability to control his strength (and emotion) in the face of a threat (read: Yoongi.) Upon seeing you, Jeongguk pushes himself off the counter heâs leaning against before reaching for your waist despite your boss standing just a few feet away. The cup of americano on the counter tells you that you took too long in the breakroom, which if anyone asks, youâd justify with adjusting your work attire. In reality, you just donât want to face your boyfriend and the sour look he has whenever he so much as glances at your boss.
âYou can always cancel the fight with Yoongi, you know,â you murmur, biting your bottom lip in worry. âYou could hurt him, he could hurt you ⊠itâs not ideal.â
âHmm.â Jeongguk purses his lips. âWhatâs not ideal is your boss having a nickname for you.â There he goes again, always having something to say about Yoongi. âAside from it being highly unprofessional, itâs also inappropriate since you have a boyfriend and that is me. Jeon Jeongguk. I am your boyfriend.â
âJeongguk, he knows,â you groan, fed up with the back-and-forth about this whole Yoongi thing. You donât even know why your boyfriend is so threatened by the older guy when heâs a whole lifetime ahead of him. âItâs not even a nickname. Youâre just seeing what you want to see.â
Jeonggukâs reply never makes it out of his mouth as heâs interrupted by Yoongi clearing his throat, making you both look at him tapping on his wrist to signal the time. Itâs a reminder that youâre here to work, not to continue the argument that sparked in the car. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at your boss, sharing a hard stare with him before deciding to do something one should not do in front of their boss: dip down to kiss you, using your surprised gasp as a way to slide his tongue inside your mouth. In the five seconds he manages to tangle his tongue with yours, you completely missed the sound of the glass doors opening and the low whistle that came after, along with Yoongiâs chuckle and greeting to the person who just came in.
Shoving Jeongguk away by your hand on his chest, you try to cover your burning face with your other hand as an attempt to save your dignity in front of Yoongi, though you doubt itâs working at all. Jeongguk licks his lips then winks at you, squeezing your waist in his grip before stepping back to grab his cup of americano, now full of condensation sliding off the plastic cup. He takes a sip to taste test before scrunching up his nose.
âCouldâve been better,â he sneers, making you glare. âAlright, Iâll let you get to work. See you later, babe.â Then, after a second, turns to Yoongi to add: âyou too.â
When Jeongguk disappears into his car, you put your head in your hands and let out the loudest groan known to man. âIâm sorry, Yoongi.â
The mint-haired guy only gives you a gummy laugh, eyes turning into crescents as he shakes his head. âYour boyfriend is really something, Kiddo,â he muses. âA really ⊠fun early morning entertainment, you could say.â
âEntertaining it was!â You hear the voice first before you see the person, the one who mustâve come in when you were rather preoccupied with your boyfriend. Park Jimin, your other coworker, slides behind the counter in a brown apron identical to yours and Yoongiâs, just minus the cap. Good, that means he doesnât have a bad hair day today and can take the position at the register instead of you. You could use some more time to learn to make the drinks, anyway.
âDidnât know you and your boyfriend were such exhibitionists, Kim,â Jimin taunts you, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. âAlthough, if my boyfriend were that hot, I would have wanted to exhibit him tooâŠâ He purses his lips in an exaggerated manner of faux thinking, obviously trying to rile you up. âLucky you, Kim.â
âShut up, Park,â you seethe through your teeth, slapping him with a dish rag while he cackles happily. âWeâre not exhibitionists. You just have terrible timing.â
âOh, it was perfect Iâd say, just in time to catch sight of his tongue going into your mouthââ
âJIMIN!â
When Jimin continues making fun of you by making gross kissing sounds, you turn to Yoongi for help. As the oldest amongst you three, he must have a sound solution to get Jimin to stop making those awful sounds and put you out of your misery. Although, your trust in him is probably misplaced as Yoongi just chuckles and tells you something your own mom would tell you whenever youâre telling on Jeongguk: âJust ignore him, Kiddo.â The sacred word of ignore. âGo prepare the breakfast pastries now.â
So much for sound solution.
You go about your shift as usual, with Jimin manning the register like you planned to. Time goes by quickly when youâre busy working (and when your coworker is Park Jimin) that you didnât realize itâs almost time for your shift to end. You glance at the line in front of Jimin and see that there are still three more people he needs to serve, while you and Yoongi still have about five tickets to finish before you can clock out and leave. Scratch that, might be eight tickets to go considering the workers who have their shift after you arenât here yet. Itâs gonna be a while before you can see your boyfriend and be a witness to an unnecessary fight between him and Yoongi.
âHey, Kim, whereâs your boyfriend? Didnât you say he was gonna pick you up from work?â Jimin nudges your elbow when he finishes taking one customerâs order, sliding a plastic cup into the queue in front of you. âI want to see just how hot he really is,â he continues while wiggling his eyebrows.
Before you can slap the guy with your dish rag againâitâs looking more like your weapon rather than a cleaning tool at this pointâYoongi pipes up from his position in front of the sink. âJust look for someone with a tattoo sleeve. He loves brandishing it.â
âOoh, a hot guy with tattoos,â Jimin whistles. âAdd some piercings and I might steal him away from you.â
âJimin, quit drooling over my boyfriend,â you sigh, taking the next cup in line as your coworker turns back to the register. Heâs already starting to greet the next customer when you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, sliding next to him to brew the espresso needed for the order youâre making. âHe has one on his lip, but heâs mine. Note that, Park,â you whisper to him while heâs keying in an order, earning a light chuckle from the man.
âHeâs just messing with you, Kiddo, donât mind him,â Yoongi chuckles from beside you, eyeing Jimin whose focus is currently on the cup heâs scribbling a customerâs name on. âHe has his eyes set on someone else already.â
âGossiping, arenât we?â Jimin turns to you and Yoongi with a sleazy smile. âCareful now, unless you want Hoseok to know about your hot boyfriend too, Kim.â He gestures to the glass doors, where Hoseok from the next shift just walked through. Heâs a great guy, but youâve only shared a couple shifts with him, so you think you havenât got to the point of sharing about significant others.
With the mention of Hoseok, you and Yoongi move to finish the orders you have left before handing over the shift to the aforementioned man. When all your orders are done and youâre ready to head to the backroom, you turn to ask Jimin to go with you only to find him still rooted in front of the register. âJimin, youâre not going?â
âOh, Iâm actually covering for Eunbi.â Jimin shrugs, sliding a cup into Hoseokâs line of orders. âGo, Kim. Have fun with your boyfriend,â he grins, sending you a teasing wink.
Hoseok, a clueless witness, looks at the both of you with a scandalous stare. âWhat, what, what did I miss? Why are you winking like that, Park Jimin?â he says, urging Jimin to elaborate while pouring drinks into a plastic cup.
âYou should ask her, Hobi,â Jimin snickers into his hand as he turns to greet a customer. Hoseok turns to you, his expression hopeful that you will shed light on the reason behind Jiminâs wink.
âMy boyfriend is about to fight with our boss and I donât know how to talk him out of it,â you say through your teeth, giving an overly-sweet smile to a confused Hoseok. âNow if youâll excuse me, I have to meet him and make sure heâs not gonna bite Yoongiâs head off.â
âBye, Kim,â Jimin sing-songs, waving his hand to you. âSay hi to your boyfriend for me!â
Youâre already walking away, turning to tell Jimin off when you bump into Yoongi whoâs just came out of the backroom, void of his work apron and ready to go. He grabs your shoulders to turn you around, pushing you into the backroom to prevent anymore banter between you and Jimin. ïżœïżœïżœLet it go, Kiddo.â
In the backroom, you catch a text from Jeongguk saying that heâs already in the coffee shop, ready to go when you are. You emerge from the room after clocking out, moving your feet to the dining area of the cafe while waving to Jimin and Hoseok behind the counter. Scanning the room, you search for a familiar mop of black hair that belongs to your boyfriend.
Itâs easy to spot Yoongiâs mint hair amongst the sea of other natural-colored hairs. Whatâs not easy is believing your eyes when you see the person sitting in front of Yoongi waving wildly at you, grinning like a mad man. Itâs your boyfriend, the person youâre supposed to see after work, the person youâre supposed to supervise when he fights your boss later, alright, that part you know. The part that you donât know and have a hard time believing is:
Jeonggukâs hair is mint.
Not black, not brown, not the experimental half-half he tried in high school. Mint.
The exact same shade as Yoongiâs.
It feels like youâre on autopilot when your feet carry you to their table, jaw on the floor while your eyes are stuck on Jeonggukâs freshly-dyed strands.
âHi, babe,â your boyfriend has the audacity to say, lips stretching impossibly wider. He reaches up to run his fingers through his mint hair, an act so deliberate even Yoongi sighs at the sight of it, but it makes your heart skip a bit nonetheless. âDo you like my new hair?â
The light green strands previously tangled with his fingers fall back to cover his forehead and frame his face perfectly, the light hue somehow blending well with Jeonggukâs skin tone. It also accentuates his jaw more, making it appear sharper when the grin on his lips morphs into a smirk once he notices that you canât stop staring. Oh, that smirk. Usually hot with his previously black hair, it is now lethal with his mint hair, toeing the line of playful and dangerous at the same time.
You want to scream at the obvious and cheesy question.
Yoongi, the third person whoâs been watching the entire interaction unfold before his eyes, clears his throat. âIf youâre done eye-fucking your boyfriend, can we go now? I have somewhere else to be after this.â
âYoongi!â you whisper-shout, half scandalized, half disbelieving that your boss can say something so crude in the middle of his own buzzing coffee shop. Maybe heâs been hanging out with Park Jimin too much. (Or maybe heâs just sick of you drooling over your boyfriend time and time again ⊠yeah, maybe that.)
âCanât wait to lose to me, Min?â Jeongguk snickers, taking your hand in his as he follows Yoongiâwho pointedly ignores his taunting questionâtowards the glass door of the coffee shop.
You catch Jiminâs eyes as youâre stepping out, his eyes rounding in surprise before a sly smile takes over his features. Have fun! he mouths, giving you a wink. Ugh, youâre gonna face a lot more questions the next time you have a shift together with him.
After another futile attempt at talking Jeongguk out of fighting with Yoongi, youâre seated where you usually are, on the sidelines of Jeonggukâs gym, this time with heightened anxiety out of fear that your boyfriend and your boss could hurt each other. Youâre worried less about the physical partâboxing is a very physical sport, after allâand more about the mental part.
Boys are full of pride, full of ego. They pride themselves on their ability to box, delivering punch after punch until their knuckles bruise. They pride themselves on their muscles, bulging biceps that took years to build and maintain. They pride themselves on their strength, how they are able to hold you up against the wall when youâre busy sucking air off each otherâs lungs.
Oh, and in case itâs not clear, by boys you mean Jeongguk.
You have a lot of faith in your boyfriend, of course, but knowing Yoongiâs boxing skills, no matter how long ago it was, the outcome of the fight today could just be the one that would hurt Jeonggukâs pride. The possibility of it happening is so high that youâre already preparing yourself for when Jeongguk comes back to you with his ego bruised. God, you can only hope Yoongi wonât hit too hard.
Youâre too busy thinking of the many possible outcomes of this fight that you donât realize when Jeongguk is back from putting his gloves on and warming up, now standing in front of you. âWish me luck?â he says, along with a toothy grin your way.
âYeah, good luck, Ggukie,â you reply, lacking your usual sarcastic bite. Jeongguk seems to pay no mind to it, though, ducking down to peck your lips before turning around to face his opponent for the day.
You catch Yoongiâs eyes when Jeongguk has his back to you, quickly mouthing donât hurt him! to your boss, which he only responds with a smirk. All the blood drains from your face. Looks like your worries about someone getting his ego bruised wonât be just worries after all.
When the fight has started (Jeonggukâs coach started itâyouâre grateful heâs there because then you donât have to worry too much about Jeongguk and Yoongi beating each other to a pulp), you canât help but watch. You just realize, in the years youâve known Jeongguk and watched him box, youâve never actually seen him fight anyone else other than his coach. Heâs said before that he only took boxing as a way to work out, not to actually fight, so you guess that makes sense.
You donât watch boxing matches a lot (actually, you donât watch them at all), your only knowledge of boxing you get from watching Real Steel, a movie about boxing matches for robots, set in the far future when human boxing is not interesting anymore due to the limited brutality. Youâre not sure how much information you retained from the movie, and how accurate they are, but youâre pretty sure you donât need much boxing knowledge to know that right now, Yoongi is playing defensive while Jeongguk is playing offensive.
Alright, you admit, you have no idea if the terms youâre using are right, but itâs the simplest ones you can use to describe the sight in front of you. Since the start of the fight, Jeongguk has been throwing punches continuously, while Yoongi has had his gloved hands covering his face the entire time. Okay, not the entire time, but heâs only thrown one punch compared to Jeonggukâs one hundred ones.
As the fight goes on, Yoongi starts throwing punches here and there while still dodging Jeonggukâs aggressive fists. Youâve never seen Yoongi move this much in the entire time youâve known him, and it surprises you how agile he is. The way he ducks under Jeonggukâs arm and throws him off balance is admirable, sometimes a little bit funny (just a bit, you promise) because it shows just how calm he is compared to Jeonggukâs aggressive, almost-angry boxing style.
When Jeonggukâs coach declares a break, your boyfriend walks back to you with his brows furrowed, tearing off one of his gloves so he can remove his mouth guard and grab his water bottle. After chugging down half of its content, Jeongguk heaves a frustrated sigh.
âI canât grasp his fighting style,â he grumbles to himself. His eyes are set on Yoongi, whoâs on the other side of the room, drinking from his own water bottle. âWho the fuck ducks all the time while boxing?â
âMaybe itâs because you keep throwing angry punches at him, babe,â you say, initially to keep his frustration at bay, but instead it makes him raise his eyebrow at you in a duh way. You backtrack immediately. âOkay, okay. But itâs just your first time fighting him, isnât it? Be patient, Jeongguk, and maybe let up your punches a little bit?â
âBaby, itâs boxing,â he says exasperatedly. âSomeone has to throw some punches.â
âI know, but you just seem so ⊠angry. Yoongiâs only ducking to dodge that. Iâm saying maybe you can tone it down so he could stop dodging, so then you can see his fighting style better.â Youâre saying this while gripping his biceps, hoping your words can go through his seemingly-clouded mind. âWhen you see his fighting style, wonât it be easier to figure out a way you can beat him? Isnât that what you taunted him with at the cafe?â
You know itâs not even remotely possible to learn oneâs boxing style just from a single fight, let alone âfigure out a way to beat himâ. Somewhere in his fogged mind, you believe Jeongguk stores this fact as well, heâs just currently too deep in frustration to place it in the front of his mind. Youâre not even sure your suggestion to learn Yoongiâs fighting style is registered well in his head, considering your boyfriend is now back to eyeing your boss with fire in his gaze.
âJeongguk?â You give his shoulder a firm grip as he puts his mouth guard back on. âTone it down. Yoongi could just be waiting to punch back. You donât want that.â
Jeongguk parts ways with you with an absent-minded nod and two pats to your head with his heavy gloved-hand. On the other side of the room, Yoongi looks ready to go back into his fighting stance. You sigh internally. Jeongguk is so going to punch him aggressively, again.
The next thirty minutes of the fight goes like a blur in front of your eyes. Jeongguk throws a hook that Yoongi dodges, Yoongi retaliates with a jab to Jeonggukâs side which makes you wince, rinse and repeat. Maybe youâre wrong about your boyfriend for once, you think, seeing his calmer fighting style now. With the way he left your conversation minutes prior, you really thought he was gonna continue raining punches on any part of Yoongiâs body he could reach. Youâre relieved that thatâs not the case.
Although, perhaps your relief came too soon because a boxing match isnât over until itâs over.
Watching Jeongguk fight with Yoongi is like watching a cartoon character with an energy meter atop his head, except for Jeongguk, it measures his patience instead. As the minutes went on, you feel like you could see the patience meter above his head depleting until itâs all gone, and thatâs the moment he went back to his initial fighting style: aggressive and angry. You almost pull your hair out in frustration because you just know that this is what Yoongi has been waiting for ever since the fight started.
The next thing that happens reminds you a lot of one fighting scene in Real Steel, where Atom was waiting for his opponent to run out of energy so he can fight back. In the movie, Atom knocked the other robot down with a final uppercut, gaining him a win and advancing him to the next round. Well, uh, in this case, just replace Atom with Yoongi and the other robot with Jeongguk.
Yoongiâs clean uppercut wiped your boyfriend out, whoâs now lying on the ground clutching his faceâwhich youâre sure is beginning to swell right now. Despite already knocking Jeongguk down, Yoongi is still in his fighting stance, never lowering his guard even as Jeonggukâs coach counts to ten. Your boyfriend remains immobile, though, and the second the count is up youâre running towards Jeonggukâs limp body.
âGguk, are you okay? Baby, look at me,â you say hurriedly as you try to pry his arms away from his face. He doesnât budge, and for a second, youâre scared that Yoongi has maimed your boyfriend for life. âAt least let me know youâre alive,â you continue when his silence becomes concerning.
âHmmph,â Jeongguk grunts. You heave a huge sigh of relief.
âOkay, good.â You run your fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to offer some comfort even though you know he had this coming. Gigantic ego, big talk, cocky as shit? Yeah, you understand that Yoongi would want to knock him down a few pegs. But now is not the time to launch into an âI told you soâ spiel, not when Jeongguk is still freshly bruisedâboth his body and his ego.
So instead, you lash out at your boss.
âI told you not to hurt him, Yoongi,â you snap-slash-whine, a frown on your lips. You thought, as the oldest among all of you, Yoongi could be trusted to knock some sense into Jeonggukâs mind without physically hurting him like this. As it turns out, all boys are the same.
The older guy just shrugs. âProbably wouldnât get my point across if he werenât knocked down.â He shakes the sweat out of his hair as he starts taking off his boxing gloves. When he sees youâre not impressed, he chuckles. âRelax, Kiddo, I didnât even hit him that hard. Heâll be okay.â
âReally, Yoongi?â You roll your eyes. âYou gave my boyfriend an uppercut just to prove a point!â
Yoongi just continues laughing as he chugs from his water bottle. His nonchalance about this is starting to piss you off. Maybe itâs your turn to put on the boxing gloves and sock him in the face, give him a taste of his own medicine. You scoff to yourself, picturing your own body lying next to Jeongguk if you really did that.
âJust tell your boyfriend here that thereâs no need to be jealous of me, Kiddo,â Yoongi says, picking up his bag. Just then, Jeonggukâs coach appears with an ice pack in his hand, offering it to you so you can place it against Jeonggukâs swollen jaw. Despite your attempt to coax him out of his arm cocoon, he still refuses to move.
âYoongi, look at him, you really broke him.â Youâre flat-out whining now, kicking your feet like a child. It doesnât even occur to your mind that youâre all still in the middle of a public boxing gym, with other people around you, being witness to this ridiculous scene.
âOh my God,â Yoongi laughs before crouching down at Jeonggukâs legs. âHey, Jeongguk, you hear that? Your girlfriend is worried about you,â he says, nudging Jeonggukâs leg lightly. âShe only has eyes for you and your tattoos, too, you donât need to be jealous at all.â You smack him on the shoulder for that.
Jeongguk finally removes his arms from his face at Yoongiâs words, his doe eyes menacing. âGo away,â he grits out at the older male, his scratchy voice making him sound less threatening than he intended. Despite that, Yoongi still holds his hands up in surrender.
âIâm going, Iâm going,â Yoongi relents, standing up while adjusting the hold he has on his bag. âWas gonna go anyway, I have a date to get ready for,â he throws a grin your way. âAlright, Iâll be going first. Take care of your boyfriend, Kiddo.â
Yoongi retreats with a wave towards you both.
Jeongguk lets out a groan, shifting your attention away from your boss whoâs already backing his car out of the parking lot. âQuit your job tomorrow,â he says. âI hate your boss.â
âStop moving around!â
âIt hurts!â
Youâre both back at Jeonggukâs house now, with you sitting atop his outstretched legs on the bed, attempting to take care of his battle wounds courtesy of his fight with Yoongi. Aside from the swollen jaw, Jeongguk has a cut on his eyebrow and a split bottom lip. For a boxing match, youâd say these are minor injuriesâproving Yoongiâs words right, he didnât hit Jeongguk that hardâbut your boyfriend is acting like a baby. He keeps jerking his head away every time the alcohol swab comes in contact with either of his cuts, it irritates you to no end.
âYou have a goddamn full sleeve of tattoo and a lip piercing, quit acting like this hurts more,â you hiss, pressing the cotton in your hand to the cut on his lip as Jeongguk hiss back in response.
âAt least when I got my tattoos and piercing, the artist didnât do it while yapping my ear off,â he lisps through the cotton. âWhat happened to the caring girlfriend at the gym? Did she go away too, alongside Yoongi?â
âOh, shut up, if I yapped back there Yoongi wouldâve stomped on your ego more than he already did, do you want that, Jeongguk? Huh?â Your words are harsh, but you try hard for your hands to be the opposite, gentle as they cover the cut on his eyebrow with a band-aid. Jeonggukâs forehead is still damp from his quick shower earlier, beads of mint clinging to his skin. He might look smoking hot with his newly dyed hair, but the way the color rubs off on anything is starting to get onto your nerves. You wipe lightly at the color to make sure the band-aid sticks to his skin and does not come off the second he jumps around again.
âMy ego is fine, you donât need to protect it like this,â Jeongguk grumbles, adjusting the ice pack heâs holding to his jaw as you press a new cotton ball on his lip, discarding the one stained crimson red to his bedside table. âMaybe if you care about me as much as you care about my ego, everything wouldâve been better.â
The way heâs rambling like he got his sense knocked out of his head as well makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. âDonât test me, Jeon. If I didnât care about you I wouldnât be here sitting on your thighs patching your minuscule injuries like theyâre fucking wounds from a war.â
âMaybe,â Jeongguk half-agrees, a pout on his lips. âBut you havenât kissed me even once ever since the fight ended. Do I not deserve a kiss because I lost? Do you not want to kiss me ever again because I canât beat Yoongi in boxing? Do you think Yoongi is way better than me now? Do you want him to be your boyfriend instead of me?â
With every nonsensical question, his pout deepens, and his eyes droop to stare blankly at nothing.
âHah, âmy ego is fineâ my ass,â you mumble, mostly to yourself as you turn the gears in your head on how to stop the bleeding on Jeonggukâs lip. It keeps gushing out blood, and you canât exactly stick a band-aid to it like you did his eyebrow. At last, you just hold a cotton ball against it and hope it stops bleeding soon.
âYoongi was right, you know,â you say clearly now, the tumble of Yoongiâs name out of your lips making Jeongguk glance up and focus his sight on your face. âYou donât need to be jealous of him at all. Heck, you donât need to be jealous of anyone, Jeongguk. Iâm your girlfriend and will always stay your girlfriend, no matter what. You donât need to beat anyone in boxing or dye your hair the exact same shade as anyone for me to stay. You, Jeon Jeongguk, are enough.â
Jeonggukâs eyes, gazing into yours, are glassy with unshed tears. You donât know if they are there because heâs touched by your words or are leftovers from crying over his bruised ego from the fight with Yoongi. Either way, it throws you off balance. Next thing you know, youâre being tugged down by the nape for a kiss.
Jeonggukâs lips are warm, like usual, but the tinge of metal you taste on your tongue is making you worry. Before you lose yourself in his kiss, you pull away to thumb at his lip lightly, seeing streaks of red on your skin. Youâre about to continue pressing the cotton ball in your hand to his lips and stop all forms of kissing immediately, but your boyfriend has a mind of his own as he instead sucks your thumb into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the digit delicately as he holds eye contact with you.
Gone is the trace of any tears from his eyes, now replaced by something you can only identify as lust. As flattered as you are that Jeongguk finds you desirable in your current situation, it also makes you confused. Heâs hurt and the only thing in his mind is getting his dick wet? Unbelievable.
The ice-cold feeling on your waist tears your attention away from Jeonggukâs dark eyes as you yelp, hand instinctively prying the cold thing away. The âthingâ turns out to be his hand, which was previously holding the ice pack to his swollen jaw. Heâs sneaked his fucking cold hand under your shirt to hold your waist when he shouldâve kept holding the ice pack to his jawâhis swollen jaw!
Your boyfriend has a swollen jaw, a busted lip and a cut eyebrow. This is not the time to be screwing around.
Pulling away your thumb out of Jeonggukâs mouth at the speed of light, you attempt to climb off his lap, but heâs read your mind even before they are conjured up in your own brain. His hands are back on your waistâyes, the cold one tooâand they hold you firm in place. The side of Jeonggukâs lips turn up into a sickeningly sweet smile, before he tugs your body towards his, making your hips come in contact with his crotch. Heâs hard. Oh, fuck.
âYou know, I never really understood why youâre so bratty whenever youâre horny and I canât tend to you right away, but I think I get it now,â he says right by your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. âIâve been trying to will away my boner ever since you sat on my lap, but your weight on it is so damn distracting, itâs hard.â
âSo,â he punctuates the word with a kiss on your neck, âI started saying anything to get my mind off it, but the way you care for me just ⊠turns me on even more, if that was even possible.â He noses his way down your throat, coming to a stop at your collarbone. âAnd then all that talk about how I am enough ⊠holy shit, I lost it. All I could think about was how I want to kiss you and fuck you into next week on this very bed.â
You can barely hear the last few words Jeongguk is saying, because heâs mumbling them into your skin as he peppers kisses and nips there. His fingers are now pressing into your back, pulling you closer and closer to him until there is no space left between you. You crane your neck so he can have more room to splash reds and purples onto your skin, sighing to the top of his mint head.
âYou know, for someone claiming to be horny, youâre doing a terrible job at dirty talk,â you jab at your boyfriend, earning you a bite on your neck and a tightened grip on your body, making you close your eyes with stuttered breath.
âEasy, babe,â Jeongguk chuckles. âYou talk as if you wonât be a moaning mess by the end of this,â he continues with much confidence. âBut also, my lip is still kinda bleeding and my sides are still throbbing from the bruises. Kinda debating should we continue or just go to sleep.â
âJeon Jeongguk I swear to God if you leave me high and dryââ
âMaybe you should kiss them better,â he cuts you off with a suggestion, his lips still trailing butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone. The hands still on your back sneakily climb up and up until theyâre reaching for the clasp of your bra, easily opening it to free your breasts from its confines. Your sound of protest gets stuck in your throat as a strangled moan comes out instead when Jeongguk massages your breasts tenderly with his fingers.
âMaybe I wouldâfuckâif you get rid of your shirt,â you say, tugging on the offending piece of fabric still covering your boyfriendâs gorgeous body. Itâs not fair that heâs got you half naked already and heâs still fully clothed.
Jeongguk parts himself from your body long enough to tug his t-shirt off from the back of his neck in one smooth motion, exposing the golden expanse of his skin to your hungry eyes. If you thought his mint hair was smoking hot with his shirt on, itâs literally burning a flame of desire deep in your belly with his shirt off. Youâre tongue-tied as you marvel at the sight in front of you, you almost jump when your own shirt and bra are taken off your body.
Now both bare from the waist up, Jeongguk wastes no time leaning back in for a kiss on the mouth, this time open-mouthed so he can slide his tongue inside. You keen happily, slipping a sigh in between as he slowly lowers you to the bed. Jeongguk anchors his hands on your hips, teasing at the waistband of your sweatpants as he keeps your mouth busy with his own. In contrast, your hands are everywhere, from his broad shoulder to his firm back, from his bulging biceps to his rock-hard abs. You even tease your fingers past his waistband, grabbing onto his ass and squeezing, making him groan hotly into your mouth. Itâs only when your fingers brush against his sides that he winces, reminding you of his earlier request.
âFlip around,â you whisper against his lips, âso I can kiss your bruises better.â
âHmm?â Jeongguk hums, your words a murmur in his head. âBut I like having you like this. Under me, naked, panting, wet,â he says, slipping his hand beyond your sweatpants to prove his words rightâyouâve soaked through your panties. He drags a finger slowly up your center. You shudder.
âYeah? I can be naked, panting, and wet on top of you as well.â
âOoh, tempting.â Jeongguk licks his lips. He flicks your clit with a cheeky smile dancing on his lips, before settling his hands back on your waist. âAlright, Iâll flip over.â
The next second, youâre staring at him from up top, admiring how his mint hair looks against his dark grey bed sheets. Although, his hair is the least of your concern right now, as youâre tugged back down for another bruising kiss. Now that youâre on top, Jeongguk takes the opportunity to return the favor that is slipping his hand into your pants to squeeze your ass, but his version involves pulling your hips down while his thrusts up, creating a delicious friction between your body that makes you exhale a moan into his mouth.
You move away from his lips, down to his jaw where you take care to land a kiss light as a feather, before moving to his neck and collarbone where you have your own share of bites and licks. Aside from your infatuation with his tattoos and biceps, you actually have another one with his collarbone, this one you keep secret from him lest he goes around the house shirtless more often just to brandish his clavicle. But maybe heâs already noticed from the way you always make sure to cover that body part of his in blooms of red and purple, taking care to trace each and every bite mark slowly with the tip of your tongue.
While youâre busy with his collarbone, Jeongguk keeps dragging your crotch steadily over his, like he canât get enough of the feeling and wants to keep chasing it. The delicious pressure on your center is a bit distracting, so you smooth your palm across his chest to pinch at his nipple in warning. Jeongguk lets out a broken whine from his throat.
âStop humping into me, do you want to cream your pants?â you chide, fingers still giving tiny pinches to his nipple to keep him on his toes.
âWas trying to get you to cream your pants,â Jeongguk grins guiltily, his hips snapping up yet again to collide with yours. Even if you roll your eyes at his antics, you still continue your journey of kissing down his body, making sure to suck and lick on his sensitive nipples. You love the moans and groans that slip out of his throat every time you do things to his nipples. He likes it so much that his hips keep chanting up, searching for friction, that you have to pin them down so you can slide down to pepper kisses on his abs and waist.
Jeongguk works really hard to maintain the body he has, clearly evident in the eight pack heâs sporting on his stomach and the tiny, minuscule waist thatâs way too slutty for a man to have. Sometimes youâre jealous of how nice his body looks, how firm it is to touch. You told him this one time, along with your regret that you couldnât give him a similar experience, but heâd only laughed and said that admiring and appreciating him was enough, before proceeding to show you how he admires and appreciates your soft body (he kept biting into your inner thigh as he was eating you out, coaxing you into four orgasms back to back that day.)
And so, you admire his body by kissing the taut muscle one by one, tracing the lines outlining them with your hot tongue, caressing his bruised waist with the pillow of your lips and the feather of your touch. You know heâs hurt, but you canât hold yourself from nipping on his slutty waist, gifting him another bruise thatâs not a result of a punch. From the choked sob that rips out of his throat and the jump of his dick somewhere on your stomach, you take it he likes the bite.
âSo,â you say as you mouth at the seam of his waistband, hand massaging his hard cock through his pants. âDo you want to cum in your pants, in my hand, in my mouth, orâ?â
âFuck, in you, please,â Jeongguk begs, eyes glassy from your ministrations. âBut can we go back to dry humping for a while? Kinda like the friction on my sweatpants,â he breathes.
âLike this?â You move your hand up and down his cock, dragging the material of his sweatpants with it, paying special attention to the head. With every rub of the sweatpants against his head, a bead of precum comes out, with Jeongguk throwing his head back in silent pleasure. âYeah, fuuck, that feels good.â
âBut babe, want you, on top,â he demands, making grabby hands at you. âWas serious when I said I wanted you to cum first,â he continues, sighs in content when you oblige, resuming your position on top of him and lining your clothed crotch with his. He starts dragging your hips against his, building the pleasure up the faster he goes. âWant to fuck your swollen pussy, dripping with cum. Oh, Iâll slide right in, no problem, so wet, warm ⊠fuuuck.â
The grip Jeongguk has on your hips is bruising, you have no choice but to let your body be manhandled by him. Slowly but surely, the band inside your stomach begins to tighten as your hold on his shoulders does as well. Youâre so close, just one more move to tip you over the edge. When Jeongguk sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, the band inside you snaps and you come with a jerk of your hips and a whine from your throat.
Jeongguk slows down his move, taking care not to cum before being inside you, before stopping altogether and wrapping his arms around you to bring the both of you into a sitting position. Your limbs feel like jelly, still trying to come down from your high, when Jeongguk pecks your cheek before carefully lying you back down on the bed with your face down. He then maneuvers himself behind you, lifting your hips off the bed. Youâre starting to have an idea what position he wants you in when he spreads your knees and slowly peels back your pants and panties to reveal your bare ass and pussy.
He takes his time caressing the globe of your ass, inching his fingers towards your pussy lips before spreading them apart, tearing a low whine from your chest. You guess heâs admiring the way cum still drips out of your cunt, because heâs silent, immobile for almost a minute.
âGgukâŠâ you whisper out. âYou gonna fuck me or not?â
Jeongguk scrambles to get his pants off. âFuck, yes, of course, baby, you just look so beautiful like this, I want to stare all day long,â he breathes, lining up his dick with your entrance.
God, Iâm so thankful youâre mine, is his last warning before he slides home in one thrust.
Later, when youâre both freshly showered and cuddling on Jeonggukâs bedâwith blue bed sheets this time, because you forced him to change the sheets as the grey ones smelled gross after your activitiesâyou ask him a question.
âAre you still jealous of Yoongi?â
Thereâs a three second pause before Jeonggukâs answer comes. âMaybe a tiny bit,â he says, nearly connecting his thumb and forefinger together in a âtinyâ motion. âOf his boxing skills only. Amazing how he could still move like that with an injured shoulder. I want to be like that too.â
âYou want to injure your shoulder?â
He gives you a flat look. You giggle.
âHis shoulder is actually healed, you know, so heâs still actively boxing until now. He trains the boxing club at my campus whenever our coach can't, thatâs where I know him from and how Iâd gotten the job at his cafe.â
Jeongguk purses his lips. âSo he lied to me.â
âHmm,â you agree. âI figured it was to âteach you a lessonâ, thatâs why I asked him not to hurt you before your fight. Did you, though? Learn your lesson?â
âWhat? To not be jealous of him?â
You pinch his waist. âTo knock your ego down a peg and stop feeling insecure whenever I interact with other men?â
âBaby, the guy had a nickname for you. My insecurities were valid!â
âYou mean the âKiddoâ one?â you ask. Jeongguk nods. âHe calls Jimin Kiddo. He calls Eunbi Kiddo. He calls you Kiddo. He calls everyone younger than him, Kiddo.â
More silence ensues.
âSo ⊠my jealousy was for nothing?â
âYes! What Iâve been saying!â
Jeongguk giggles. Then he kisses you. Then he giggles again, while still kissing you.
âHow about an apology?â he offers.
âIn what form?â you challenge.
âRound three?â
âNo.â
Well, at least heâs not jealous anymore.
a/n: thank you for reading!! please let me know what you think of this, i literally almost cried in the process of writing it and when i finally finished it :') and yes this started because of that one mint jeongguk in memories 2020/2021, i think? the one with him in a black sleeveless and a pair of sunglasses, hahah. wish he'd dye his hair mint again (he looks rly good in it ugh)
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My thoughts during âThe Signâ [SPOILERS!!!!!]
ID in ALT
More thoughts under the cut
So I think most of us can agree that this is the best episode of Bluey so far. It was so emotional and satisfying in ways that are kinda new for Bluey. It answered so many questions while giving us a few new ones. Iâve been waiting for this episode for months and it did not disappoint in any way.
This is just a Chekovâs firing squad of an episode. As in a lot of stuff that was set up in earlier episodes all pay off in this episode. I kinda understand why people love soap operas now lol. I will say that this episode was a tad overwhelming for me in the best way possible. As in I had to pause and rewind every 30 seconds or so so I could emotionally process what was happening before moving forward (but thatâs a me thing). There was just so much going on and Iâm happy about that.
Now onto individual thoughts about specific things:
The callback to Baby Race (âyou took your first steps in that house!â) really got to me because Baby Race was the first episode of Bluey that I watched and it immediately made me fall in love with it so it just got to me.
When Chilli said âFrisky and I came up here as teenagers toâŠumâŠthink,â my mind started racing immediately with âwhat the FUCK happened at the Lookout?â âWho hurt Frisky and/or Chilli?â And Iâm just so curious about what made Chilli say that line like that but weâll probably never know what happened.
So yeah that scene at the end when the music was playing and Bandit ripped the sign out of the ground and Chilli tackled him to the ground ABSOLUTELY CHANGED my brain chemistry yâall. I canât articulate my feelings any more than that.
I know some people were upset that Brandy ended up getting pregnant but I thought it was great for her! Iâm happy for her! And I think that even though she got what she wanted in the end doesnât negate the feelings she had about her infertility earlier. But I think weâre all wondering who the father is and I donât know if the show really needs to answer that.
The whole message of âweâll seeâ in terms of if something is good or bad is such a mature message that I never really thought of like that so I will be taking that philosophy forward in life. Congratulations Bluey, you managed to teach a 22-year-old childless person something new and insightful about life that I donât think Iâve learned from another show.
I want to know more about what Bob was going through and feeling and why he went to India, but again, weâll probably never know.
I just love how the wedding photos were beautiful but imperfect. Like of course weâre not perfect and nothing will ever be perfect but itâs beautiful and worth remembering anyway.
So many little jokes and moments were so funny in a mature way (I.e. âare we allowed to do that?â And Nana thinking there was about to be a baby announcement) were just so funny and memorable.
I think some people would say itâs a cop-out to end up not selling the house after building it up for 2 episodes but I donât know, I think it works. I think Bluey and Bingo learned a valuable lesson and Bandit (and Chilli kinda) learned itâs not always about making their kids lives âperfectâ in their eyes. Also Iâm just personally glad they didnât end up selling the house and I also kinda like that it wasnât entirely their choice to keep it.
On a more serious note I think this episode has some interesting commentary on like gender roles and gender relations in straight relationships. In this episode Chilli and Frisky (both women) have to deal with their male significant others pressuring them to move with them far away from what they know and love. In the end they donât end up moving and the men didnât seem to have like malicious or selfish intent with it, they were just kinda basing their choices off their jobs instead of whatâs best emotionally for their loved ones. But I think itâs interesting to have this conflict where gender is kinda brought up in a way (âbecause your husband is making youâ). It kinda plays into the traditional idea of like men are the breadwinners and the family has to move with them regardless of what they actually want. And this episode kinda like deconstructs that and says âno, itâs not always about the job or money, itâs also sometimes about connections and emotional attachment.â And Iâm not saying that you should never move or whatever, but really weigh your options. I just thought that it was interesting that this episode kinda touched on that.
So yeah thatâs kinda the main thoughts I had on this episode if you made it this far thank you for reading my rambles and have a good one!
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Stars all aligned - Chapter 10
Summary:
If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background.
They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.
Warning:
I'll keep the warnings, even though there is no outright mention in this part: Bashing of like...every IC member? Especially the Archeron Sisters, discussion of chronic pain, discussion of Infertility, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, Underage Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Accidental Baby Procurement
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please, take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
(Lovely dividers thanks to @sweetmelodygraphics)
Cassian was so fucking furious that he could nearly taste it.
The anger was like fire in his blood, his muscles tensing and his hands clenched so hard that his very bones creaked and groaned in protest.
He should have seen it earlier. He should have...he should have fucking stopped to think for once.
But he hadn't.
And now they had this fucking mess at their hands.
They were such goddamn idiots. All of them.
The guilt in him was like a physical thing, churning in his stomach, the feeling nearly making him sick.
âWhere did he put her?" Nesta demanded and Cassian closed his eyes, forcing himself not to unleash his anger at his mate.
Even if he wanted to. Even when he really wanted to.Â
âEven if IÂ knew, you would be the last person I would tell," he bit out.He knew the words were cruel, but Cassian couldn't bring himself to care right now.
Not when he was too caught up in his own anger and horror.Â
He met Nestaâs gaze, her grey eyes narrowed in a familiar, hard look he had seen countless times before.
Just that this timeâŠhe wasnât going to back down.Â
He was not.Â
"You have no right to Zahra right now," Cassian said, his voice flat. "Not after we just all heard what exactly you think about bastards." The words tasted bitter on his tongue.
He heard both Feyre and Elain inhale at the comment, but he couldn't bring himself to feel bad about it.
"I don't care that you..." Nesta blurted out, suddenly seemingly having realised that her own mate was a bastard just as her sister.
Cassian couldn't help the bitter snort he left out. âYou donât care that I am just as much a bastard as Azriel is? As Zahra is?â he asked Nesta drily. âAll bastards are siblings in a way. And I can promise you one thing, Nesta: your sister hasn't chosen the circumstances of her birth. And to hate her because of something like that...something she had absolutely no control aboutâŠ" he broke off, shaking his head. "How dare you, Nes?"
"She's a constant fucking reminder of how useless our father was!" Nesta yowled.
So that was it.Â
That was the crux of the problem.Â
"That seems to be a you problem," Cassian sniped back. "It has nothing to do with Zahra. She hasn't done anything to you. If anything, she has clearly sacrificed herself to keep you alive.â
Nesta flinched at the word, her hands curling into fists, but Cassian couldn't bring himself to feel guilty when it was the damn truth.
"Even if I knew where she was, I wouldn't tell you," Cassian repeated. "And you know why? Because getting between a mate and his female is the most idiotic thing you can do, Nesta. Azriel's instincts are primed right now, not helped by the fact that every instinct is screaming at him about the fact that his mate was hurt. You upset Zahra, and it could be the last straw for him. My brother is lethal. You wouldn't even know he is coming."
And even when he was so fucking angry with Nesta right now, he still loved her. She was still his mate.Â
Nesta looked like she wanted to snap back, to spew her fury and hurt and anger, but Cassian couldn't bring himself to let her.
Not when he himself was so furious at her.
He didn't know how Azriel kept himself in check after what they just heard...he really didn't. He didnât know how his brother hadnât justâŠgone on a murder spree.Â
"I would suggest you reflect on what exactly your problem is with your sister, because otherwise none of us are ever going to let you get close enough to her to see her again," Cassian said frostily.Â
"So you are in her side?" Nesta bit out.
"There are not fucking sides!" Cassian roared. "Your sister let herself be raped for years to keep you alive! The least fucking thing you owe her is some modicum of respect!"
Both Feyre and Elain whimpered softly at the words, their faces ashen as they recoiled in shock, not expecting his words.
But it was the damn truth.
At least there was no Amren there that could make some of her smart quips. Cassian was quite sure he would have tried to kill her too tonight. She was off somewhere with VarianâŠnot there to see the meltdown. .
Which left Mor clutching her glass of wine and Emerie watching it all with crossed arms... and Lucien who looked like he would prefer to be anywhere else.
"Cassian is right," Rhysâ words cut through the quiet. Rhys' words drew Nesta's attention and she tensed, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as she met his gaze.
But Rhys met her gaze, unflinching and utterly impassive, letting her rage fall flat against him.
Cassian could nearly feel the resentment radiate off of her and he had to grit his teeth hard to keep his own temper from spilling out.
He could nearly taste the fury in the air, the tension high enough that it was nearly suffocating.
"Azriel is Zahra's mate. Which means that what he says goes," Rhys said, his voice carefully even. "I would hope the same respect would be afforded to each of us in a similar situation.âÂ
The way he said it felt like a warning, and Cassian felt the slight easing of tension in the room at Rhys' words.
"He can't just keep us away from our sister!" Feyre snapped.
"I want to apologise," Elain said weakly.
"If he keeps you away from your sister then I imagine your sister doesn't want to see you," Rhys said sharply. "And for cauldron's sake, Elain, in this particular instance it really doesn't matter what you want!"
Both Feyre and Elain flinched slightly at the sharp words, the two of them shrinking back slightly like chastened children.
Cassian just stared at his brother, Rhys liked Elain. Under normal circumstances he would never talk to her like that.
It was a sign of just how furious all of them were.
How furious they all were at the whole situation.
"The least you can do under these circumstances is respect Zahra's ... choice. It seems to me like she hadn't had that often enough," Rhys continued, his voice like ice. "That goes for you too, Morrigan," he added, his voice sharp.
"I haven't even done anything!" Mor complained.
Rhys just growled under his breath. "I know you. If Feyre asks you, I imagine you would be right at Az's doorsteps and would count on the fact that his fondness for you would keep you safe. Which it won't because a mating bond trumps everything, and you know that," Rhys said sharply.
Mor flinched but her eyes narrowed in obvious fury, her knuckles turning the color of white bone as she clenched her fist, clearly upset at the words.
"I don't even know where he brought her," she hit back.
Cassian snorted. "We all know where he brought her," Cassian drawled. Just one place that Azriel could control enough that he would be sure it would keep Zahra safe. Just one place where he would trust the person there implicitly. "There is just one place that has wards tight enough to even have the slightest chance to keep out Rhys, and you know," he said drily. Rosehall.
Where Azriel's mother lived. "Though I wouldn't suggest you show up there unannounced, because Esmeray hates you."
"She doesn't hate me," Mor gave back frostily, crossing her arms.
"She isn't particularly fond of you, then," Cassian said with a sigh.
Mor let out a huff of breath and Cassian couldn't help the dry snort he left out. He knew damn well that Mor had tried to befriend Esmeray... and he also knew that her attempts had gone nowhere.
Mostly because if someone broke Esmeray's baby boy's heart...she fiercely disliked them. He could probably count himself lucky that Azriel never seemed to have mentioned Cassian's part in that whole saga to his mother.
Probably because Azriel knew that Cassian would be the one on the receiving end of Esmeray's wrath.
"Who is Esmeray?" Feyre asked.
"Azriel's mother," Rhys answered evenly.
Feyre blinked, her expression blank as she let out a soft "Oh."
"She's terrifying," Cassian added drily. "Chances are if you would show up there unannounced she would chase you off with her fabric scissors, before Azriel even needed to say a single word to you."
Mor huffed but this time there was no bite to it, and Emerie let out a muffled snort of amusement.
"She survived his father for 30 years, she has learnt one thing or another about cruelty," Rhys said, his voice dry."You'll leave Zahra and Azriel alone. Have I made myself clear?"
Cassian grimly watched the way both Feyre and Elain lowered their heads, nodding in defeat but the tension in their shoulders told him everything.
***
Zahra woke up to Azriel's cursing as he rolled out of bed.
She blinked, trying to force her brain to focus despite the lingering drowsiness.
"Az? What's wrong?" She asked, waking up more and more. It was still ridiculously early, the sun not even having come up yet.
Azriel let out a low growl that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
She pushed herself up into an upright position, trying to focus in the dim room as she tried to spot him in the darkness.
"The shadows kidnapped a baby."
Well, that woke her up.
She was after him in a flash, managing to grab her sweater from the chair as she followed him downstairs. The house was cold and quiet and...dark.
And then she froze.
What in the world...
They shadows had actually kidnapped a literal baby. It hadn't actually registered until she saw it with her own two eyes.
A baby.
An Illyrian baby. If the little wings slumped to the floor were anything to go by.
The baby sat on the floor, staring at them with big dark eyes. It wasnât newborn. It could sit upâŠmostly unasssisted if a little wobbly.Â
The shadows writhed around the room, agitated as they curled and moved, seemingly restless.
And the baby...the baby didn't seem to be upset or scared despite the fact that they had just been kidnapped. The baby's gaze didn't shift from them, big brown eyes watching them with wide but calm expression.
Not scared at all, even when a bunch of shadows had just kidnapped said baby and dumped them on the carpet in the midst of a strange new room.Â
Bruises painted painfully thin little arms that stuck out of a filthy and lumpy dress that had seen much better days. Zahra had seen kids of horrible poor people that looked better than this one did.
"Cauldron boil me," Azriel breathed just as Zahra stepped towards the baby that still just stared at her.
"Be careful," Azriel warned her but didn't try to stop her.
Zahra just stared at him.Â
"It's a baby," Zahra said drily. What was the baby supposed to do to her? "Just a baby. Hey, sweetheart," she cooed and the baby stared at her wide eyed. "You must be so confused..." but she didn't seem confused as Zahra kneeled in front her. The baby just kept staring at her. "Where are her parents?" She hissed under her breath knowing that Azriel would hear her nonetheless.
Her mother died in childbirth, the shadows helpfully supplied. And her father locked her in a dungeon.
âŠwhat?
Zahra's blood ran cold, the words making her feel sick to her stomach.
What sick kind of...
She stared at the baby in front of her, the too skinny limbs, the bruises, the filth sticking to her skin, the clothes that didn't fit her.
This was wrong, the whole thing was wrong.
"Azriel, what..." Esmeray's voice. Zahra turned to find Azriel's mother ... ashen faced. Though Azriel didnât look much better.
"By the mother," Esmeray breathed. "She looks just like you." Zahra turned back to the baby, taking in the hazel eyes and the black cut hair... the full lips, the proud nose...a straight up copy from Azriel.
She's his half brother's bastard daughter, the shadows helpfully provided. We couldn't just leave her in the dungeon!
The words had Zahra turning her attention back to the baby, the resemblance now glaringly obvious.
A spitting image of Azriel, as close as she could be without being a carbon ŃĐŸŃŃ.
She's just a baby!
Just a baby. Just an innocent little baby that somebody locked into a fucking dungeon.Â
How dare they?!
Something warm and possessive welled up in her, her heart twisting.Â
Zahra didnât hesitate another moment. "Come here, sweetheart," she said softly, picking her up. "We'll get you all cleaned up."
Zahra had expected something from the baby at that. Some form of protest at being picked up by a stranger woman. But the baby stayed silent, just watching⊠flinching away from her touch, even when Zahra did her best not to hurt her.
That little flinch away made Zahra's heart twist once more, the baby clearly having been treated terribly.
She carried the baby over to the kitchen sink to wash herâŠThe poor thing was covered in dirt and grime, her short hair matted and tangled in filthy strands.
Zahra held the baby carefully, her hands almost impossibly gentle as she tried not to hurt the girl as she filled the sink with warm water to start washing her.
"Does she have a name?" She asked the shadews.
No. No one cared enough to give her one. the shadows said softly, their voice sad and soft in a way she hadn't heard it before.
This poor baby didn't even have a name, just... nothing.
LikeâŠshe was nothing. Thrown away into a dungeon. Forgotten. Ignored.Â
It made something rage bubble and roil in Zahraâs gut.
This tiny, innocent child didn't have a name. The idea made tears well up in her eyes as she cupped the baby's cheek gently.
The baby just looked at her wide eyed, still not making a noise, even as Zahra undressed her from her filthy rags.
Zahra gritted her teeth as her blood boiled as more bruises and more grime were revealed, her movements becoming slightly shaky as she tried to not think about it.
She carefully put her in the warm water, the baby jerking once in her grip and then seemingly making peace with her fate, as Zahra cleaned off the grime, showing more bruises painting her skinny little body.
The baby let out a soft whine in pain, a small whimper that made Zahra nearly break down as she had to move her hands around the baby to clean her.
She couldnât help herself, just wanting to take the pain away, as her hands started to glow.
The bruises and sores seemed to just...fizzle away, the healing magic working its way through the abused skin.
At the feel of the magic, the baby's head snapped back to look up at Zahra, her eyes widening.
And then for the first time, a light seemed to come back in these impossible sad eyes...as she made a soft cooing sound and reached for the harmless little sparks that were flowing of her hands. And then....a gigggle.
It was the most beautiful sound she ever heard.
Zahra felt tears well in her eyes, the sight of the baby reaching up the glowing magic, the sound of her laughter making her choke up.
She sounded happy, no longer so sad and lifeless.
The glow of the magic seemed to calm her, and Zahra...she just kept the magic running through her hands, not wanting to stop when it made the baby happy.
The magic danced over her skin, the baby making soft cooing sounds as she reached up to try to capture a spark in her little hands, her bruised skin healing more and more under Zahra's touch. These little hands patted gently against Zahra's glowing ones as she seemed utterly fascinated.
Zahra just stared at the baby, warmth and affection rising from her heart with every little giggle or coo that left the baby's lips. She had never... she had never heard anything more beautiful than the baby's laughter.
It was a bright little sound, of pure happiness
The sound warmed Zahra's soul and she found herself starting to smile as she watched the baby's chubby hands reach up to her own, trying to grasp them.
She offered her hand, letting the little girl wrap her hand around her thumb as she grinned at gummily.
The baby's fingers seemed so delicate and small in Zahra's hands, her little hand so perfectly able to wrap around her thumb, her chubby cheeks rounding with a smile as she made another happy sound.
She looked up to see Azriel and she was stunned at his expression.
Azriel looked like he was staring at something utterly miraculous, his eyes wide and so so soft.
The baby let loose another giggle and it only seemed to make Azriel's expression soften even further.
He...he looked like he was staring at something utterly precious
Zahra swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on him as she watched his reaction to the baby's laughter.
"...l have some baby clothing upstairs, maybe some of that will fit her,â Esmeray said quietly.
Azriel seemed to snap out of his daze, turning to his mother.
The baby cooed, wiggling her wings and shifting restlessly in the warm water, still staring at Azriel with her wide eyes.
Azriel didn't manage to tear his gaze away from the baby, his eyes still soft as he just ... looked at her as if she was the most precious creature ever born
It was so fucking stupid, but Zahra couldn't help herself.
 "Can we... Can we keep her?" She asked weakly. "If she has no other family...can we keep her?" She couldnât help herself.Â
She neverâŠShe had neverâŠthought about it. About having kids now.
Zahra had known that she wouldnât be able to have children herself and had tried to make peace with that and had failed utterly.Â
But this babyâŠthis babyâŠ
She had been unexpected and utterly delightful.Â
Azriel stared at her, his eyes wide, and thenâŠa smile slowly stretched over his face.Â
"Do you..." he cleared his throat, still staring at the baby as he spoke. "Do you want to keep her?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Zahra's gaze snapped up to the baby, a wave of affection and protectiveness washing over her.
"I do," she breathed out without a single moment of hesitation.
The baby seemed to be watching her with wide, innocent eyes, her little hand still wrapped tightly around Zahra's thumb.
âI donât think I ever wanted anything more,â she whispered. Zahra found herself smiling softly, affection and love swirling in her chest and overflowing. The emotion was like a dam bursting open, spilling out of her heart and overwhelming all rational thought.
"Then we'll do everything in our power so that we can," Azriel said simply as he crossed the room to stand behind her. âThen weâll keep her,â he promised her fiercely. âSheâs adorable.â
"I don't ever want her back in a dungeon," Zahra said softly. "She doesn't deserve that. Nobody does.â He nodded as he wrapped his arms gently around Zahra's waist and leaned his head against her shoulder.
The baby seemed to watch them, wide eyes fixed as she still held tightly onto Zahra's thumb.
"She doesn't," he agreed softly.
She felt him press a gentle kiss against her shoulder, the gentle affection of the gesture nearly enough to make her sob.
"Here," Esmeray said as she arrived back in the living room. "More soap and...some clothing,â she said softly. âWe'll need to see if that fits her...she looks around...6 months old maybe?"
The baby's head turned to look at Esmeray, her attention pulled away from Azriel and Zahra for the moment.
Zahra had to bite back a laugh at seeing Azriel's crestfallen look at losing the baby's attention.
"About that," Zahra agreed as she gently pulled her hand from the baby fist to wash her hair properly. It was replaced by Ariel hesitantly offering one massive scarred finger that the baby clearly saw as a perfect replacement.
There was something utterly... precious about the way the baby latched on with her little fingers, gripping tightly onto Azriel's finger that seemed so large compared to her delicate hand.
"She is not going back where she came from," Esmeray said sharply as she watched the baby. "I hope you know that. Either I'll keep her or we find somebody else that..."
"We'll keep her," Azriel said softly. âZahra and I will keep her.â His voice had such a firm note to it, a determination that broached no argument. But it was also gentle, almost tender in that moment, leaving absolutely no doubt that he meant what he said.
"Oh," Esmeray breathed, but then a small smile bloomed on her face. "Good." Then a moment later. âWelcome to parenthood then,â she said with a grin, and Zahra columnât help the smile that stretched over her face, a wave of affection and a fierce protectiveness taking hold in her chest.
Parenthood.Â
She was theirs now. And Zahra was not going to let her go again.Â
"She needs something to eat," she said as she washed out the baby's hair carefully, taking a towel Esmeray offered to dry her off. She happily slumped in Zahra's arms and didn't even seem to care when Zahra dressed her clumsily in a cotton nightgown and a fresh diaper.Â
"I have some goat milk we can try," Esmeray offered. To say that the baby ... greedily drunk the milk that Zahra carefully offered to her in a cup was an understatement. But then, by how thin she was...Zahra didn't want to imagine when was the last time she had properly eaten.Â
The baby drank the goat milk so quickly and so greedily, her tiny fingers clutching at the glass as she drank. As if scared someone would take the food away from her.
It was a heartbreaking sight.
Zahra felt her eyes sting at the sight, her own heart aching as she watched the baby drink the milk as if it was the most precious thing ever.
"We can try some porridge later maybe," Esmeray said softly. "She already cut her first few teeth⊠that should be fineâŠâ
Anything. They needed to find some way to fatten her up a littleâŠespecially as she seemed to shiver with a cold, even as Zahra wrapped her up in a blanket and held her again his chest. She just pressed closer to her.Â
"She needs a name," she told Azriel softly as she gently rubbed her back, her eyes fluttering. "She deserves a name."
"Any ideas?" Azriel asked softly, staring at the baby with such an expression of adoration that it made Zahra's chest ache
She wanted to kiss the look on his face, to kiss his cheek and pull him closer, but she resisted, swallowing back the urge as she tried to think of a fitting name for the little baby girl.
Her gaze fell to the tiny wings protuding from her back that weakly ... twitched as she rubbed between them. She could see the scars on where they grew from her back.Â
She didnât want to imagine what had been done to her to result in these either.Â
"Is there...are there traditional illyrian names?" she asked. Some part of her heritage thatâŠthat they should respect?
"Some more, some less," Esmeray answered drily. "There are the old ones and over time, more and more names from the High Fae bled over to us as well. There are names that were simply made up and of course, names from out fables and tales that are used.But whatever name you give her...as long as you give it to her out of love, you couldn't possible go wrong," Esmeray promised her softly. "And you are right...it's just wrong for her not to have a name at all."
"Do you want to name her after your mother?" Azriel asked her softly but Zahra shook her head.
"No. She should have her own name," Zahra said softly. "A name that's just her own."
She stared out of the window...to the windowsill where Esmeray had put the flowers she had given her the day before and her eyes snapped to the wild bouquets of wildflowers...with the one bright pink random Azalea in there for good measure.
"Azalea."
Esmeray blinked, a small smile slowly appearing on her face."Azalea," she nodded. "I think she is an Azalea," the woman agreed warmly.
The baby seemed to have started to droop, her little eyes blinking tiredly as she seemed to be fighting to stay awakeâŠher wings slumping.Â
Zahra looked to Azriel who was watching the baby quietly.Â
"For humans, azaleas mean love and the renewal of hope," she told him softly.
Azriel had a soft smile on his face, the expression so tender and full of affection.
"Azalea," he sounded out the name. "It's beautiful," he breathed, still fixedon the sleeping baby girl. "Azalea it is." he agreed softly.
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howdyyy, what do u think of plat yan! dick grayson (or platonic yan father bruce wayne up to u) with a batsis who is very disinterested with him primarily bc when she was younger she idolised him a lot but now not so much. there are comics where grayson has cheated on his partners before so imagine batsis coming to realise as she aged and matured that her doting brother is a bit of a playboyâŠ. a lot like a playboy actuallyâ
You know, this is actually extremely realistic. There's nothing like the rose color glasses falling off and realizing just how messed up your family truly is.
I'd like to think that there was plenty of jokes and mentions about Dick being a playboy but Batsis would just be absolutely clueless. You probably just thought it was a reference to his charming appearance or the way he gets hit on at least once whenever he goes out. Not really that he was an notorious heart breaker.
Like i don't think the other batkids had serious talks about it in front of you because of your (then) age or maybe it was a request by Dick so he could keep on his perfect mask with you?
Ironically, he wouldn't want any man to treat his little sister (or any of them) the way he does to other women but he has a problem. I will say though, it makes absolute sense that Dick or even the others would have issues keeping relationships or even have sex addictions. I mean it's a real issue that many people are struggling with right now. But can you imagine your father constantly bringing home women and cheating your entire childhood? Like Bruce introduces some of these women to them, they get attached to this potential mother then it's ripped away to be discarded for the new catch. I think that definitely warped Dick's view of women and romance stems from that. *intense mommy issues* But also i mentioned before that it's hard for him to maintain relationships while taking on the fatherly role in the family. His obsession with making sure all of his siblings are cared for and protected(mixed with being nightwing), makes it all the more difficult. Maybe that leads him to just hooking up with and being sloppy in his relationships. Maybe its just a means of stress relief and that causes him to almost dehumanize/objectify the women he "romances".
I'm not saying this is justifiable, cheating is disgusting and his behaviors are something that needs to be corrected regardless of mommy issues but for headcanon sake we are entertaining the concept
I'm not sure how you'd exactly find out about it. Maybe one of the kids let it slip and didn't bother to do damage control because you're old enough now? Maybe you spoke to one of his exes that is still friendly with the batfam? Or maybe your brain started to develop and you realized he wasn't hanging out with that new super model as just friends all night...it was something more and his girlfriend definitely didn't know about it.
Regardless, I think when you finally found out about everything, your world crushed. I don't think you'd hate him but you just feel yucky about the whole thing. Now when you look at him something in your stomach just sinks. You might even wonder if you can trust him. I mean if he's got that much of a problem to be dishonest with his lovers, then why would it be so left field to suggest he lied to you too when he said he loves you or that you were his favorite? The transition from you idolizing him to being standoff-ish would be extremely noticeable to him. I mean it's hard to ignore when you were his mini me. Even as you got older you followed him around and never skipped an opportunity to be near.
He wouldn't think that it was because of the playboy thing, maybe just you needing some space as a teen. Everyone has gone through that phase before but when he notices your shift is only directed towards him, he's a little upset about it. He doesn't understand what he did wrong? One day you guys are eating ice cream together while having a sleepover in his room to you treating him like a disease.
Eventually your big brother corners you and makes you to confess whats bothering you. He apologizes if something he said rubbed you the wrong way but you couldn't keep treating him this way.
"uhm..i dunno, dick? I found out how you've been treating you partners and i think it's kinda gross. I guess i just don't really wanna be around someone who treats women like that right now..."
I think Dick's reaction would be complete shock....who tf told you?! He has no defense but he tries to muster up one before realizing this is just making him look worse when EVERYBODY knows how much of a whore he is lol. He'd back off of you and maybe even mutter an apology before walking away to go collect himself.
He's furious as well...whoever told you will be getting an earful because they just ruined something precious to him. (yeah they did. totally not his OWN actions) If it was one of his brothers, he will be throwing hands.
Dick does very much care about others perception of him, i've said this before. He knew he had a problem and his other siblings have spoken to him about it and it affected him but never enough to change. It's just a far deeper issue than wanting a quick fuck in the expense of his partners...But seeing his baby sister look at him with just so much disgust and disappointment was enough to cause him to spiral. He's not proud of his actions and knows he's hurt and discarded of many, many women for his own satisfaction. It's deplorable. I can imagine him taking maybe a few days to himself, he's just in his head while being overtaken by heavy guilt.
I'm not sure if Dick would actually change for you though? I think he is even debating it. Yeah he's a yandere for his batsis but is his obsession with you enough to kick the other one to the curb? That's up to you. A hopeful person would say, yes he would. Anything for his babybat! He's going to do whatever it takes to prove himself again, anything to make you proud. This habit isn't worth it if hes loosing you.
My opinion? No, he won't change after his guilt wears off. He'll just pretend like he's reborn. Dick would try for like a week and then go right back to doing his habits. He's a manipulative piece of work and yeah, lying to you is bad but he wants his cake and to eat it too. He's not willing to give up anything that gives him a euphoric boost. Shh...what you don't know, won't kill you.
#headcanon#imagines#oneshot#x reader#yandere imagines#headcannons#yandere headcanons#fanfic#dick grayson x reader#yandere batman#yandere nightwing#yandere dick grayson#yandere family#platonic yandere#batsis!reader#batfam x batsis#batfamily#dark batfamily#batbrats#yandere jason todd#yandere tim drake#yandere bruce wayne#yandere batboys#yandere batfamily x reader#dc incorrect quotes#dc imagine#dcu#dc universe
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hi lovie !
I ADORE your writing and get so excited everytime you post đ
I wanted to ask if youâre okay with writing a poly!marauders x reader fic where r is an overthinker and over analyzes small things. It brings r to think the boys are mad at reader so r begins to close offâ happy ending w/ healthy communication, just them reassuring r
đ€you can absolutely ignore this!!
thank you baby! I'm so glad to have you here with me đ thanks for your request đ«¶
poly!marauders x fem!reader
CW: insecurities, overthinking, belief of conflict, eventual healthy communication skills, men behaving rationally (that's how you know it's fiction) jkjkjkjkjk đ
You knew you were overthinking; you could actually hear yourself spiraling as you chewed aggressively on your cuticles. You ran through every single interaction you and the boys had throughout the past few days and couldnât help but come to the same conclusion every time.
They were mad at you.
And even saying it aloud made you feel silly because, really, what could you have possibly done that would have managed to upset all three of them without knowing about it?
There had been a few disagreements between the four of you since the beginning of the relationship; more specifically since you had joined the relationship.Â
The boys, it seemed, went through most of their more volatile fights prior to you meeting them.Â
But that didnât mean there werenât arguments. There were always differences of opinions, some hurt feelings, and learning everyoneâs sensitivities and love languages etc. didnât happen overnight; it took time.
One thing you were particularly thankful for was that you had yet to ever feel like the boys were âganging upâ on you. Your argument always stayed between you and the participant of the conversation and everyone else opted to stay out of it unless they felt they could provide some helpful insight.Â
But for all of them to be mad at you without some big blow up happening? You couldn't imagine what would have caused it.
It wouldnât have been anything you said or done to Sirius, as he was a very head strong person who preferred to face things upfront and head on. If you had done something wrong to Sirius, you would have heard about it.Â
James was a wild card since he usually wore his feelings on his sleeve, but he also had a tendency to paint a smile on his face and smile through the pain in order to keep the peace.Â
Remus was often stoic and the voice of reason, but you also knew he could be incredibly sensitive.
Oh god... had you done something to upset Remus? You must have...itâs the only rational explanation. Heâd likely be telling Sirius not to say anything to you, and since Sirius struggled in biting his tongue, it would make sense that he opt for the âif you have nothing nice to say, donât say anything at allâ route.
And though James did tend to smile through the pain in order to keep the peace, he was also fiercely protective of his people â particularly when those people donât seem inclined to stand up for themselves.
Oh god. Is this why they asked you to come over tonight? They wanted to talk to you...no, they wanted to break up with you.Â
By the time James opened the door, you had forgotten you even knocked. He was all bright smiles until he took in your form â he was disappointed to see you.Â
âHello, honey. Come on in.â He said, though his words were stilted, sounding oddly scripted and rehearsed.Â
âHey sweets!â Sirius called from somewhere in their flat, âhave you eaten yet?â
âYeah.â You called back, having to clear your throat when your voice came out gravelly. You could feel Jamesâ eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.
âMoonyâs running late from work, but heâll be home soon.â James announced as he ushered you into the living room.
You scanned your surroundings, cataloguing everything like it might be your last time in here.
You found signs of Remusâ love of trinkets and the oddities everywhere you looked, as well as signs of James and Sirius feeding into that by bringing him home things theyâve found as well. Thereâs a small pewter fox you bought on your trip to the coast sitting on one of the shelves of his bookcase.
Picture frames lined the walls; evidence of Siriusâ love for photography, his camera, and his favourite people.
And the god-awful pillow James found at an estate sale and insisted it have a place on the couch. It was ugly, it was lumpy, it didnât match with anything else in the space, but it was Jamesâ and he loved it.
Sirius came bounding into the room and rubbed at Jamesâ shoulder affectionately, pecking a quick kiss to the crown of your head in hello before breezing by to head to the kitchen.
âHe just got a home a few moments ago, heâs gonna heat up some leftovers for him and for Remus when he gets home.â James explained.
âDo you want any, doll?â Sirius called.
âNo, Iâm okay. Thank you!â You tried your best to sound upbeat while a horrid feeling settled in your stomach.
James seemed to feel just as awkward as you did; keeping his eyes dutifully on you whilst trying to appear that he wasnât. His leg bounced anxiously underneath him as he leaned onto the arm of the grandfather chair he sat in â across the room from you.
It may as well have been an ocean worth of distance with the way it left you feeling.
Sirius returned to the living room a few moments later and made himself comfortable on the other end of the couch from you, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table after placing a glass of water directly on the coffee table. You wanted to chide him, knowing Remus would have him by the bollocks if he saw, but you didnât know if it was your place anymore.
Sirius asked you how your day at work was and you offered him a vague âoh it was alright. Long. How about yours?â which started him on a long tangent about some of his more colourful customers today and how tiresome he found people in general. He and James shared some quips and anecdotes about worst moments in their various retail experiences, and you thought about how much you were going to miss this.
âOkay, what is going on?â Sirius snapped abruptly, causing your head to shoot up so quickly that you heard it crack.
âHuh?â You asked sheepishly.
Siriusâ brows furrowed as he stole a glance at James before turning back to you. âYouâre being weird...whatâs going on with you?â
But you didnât get a chance to answer when the sound of the front door alerted everyone to Remusâ arrival. You hated that you visibly tensed at the sound of him moving down the hall.
âHey bubs. Is she here?â You heard him ask James, since you and Sirius couldnât yet see him nor he you from his position in the hall way.
You felt your face scrunch up miserably and quickly brought your hands up to shield your face, choking out a silent sob.
âYeah.â James responded, though his voice was but a whisper as Sirius added a âwhoaâ at the same time.Â
âWhat did you guys do?â Remus cooed and made his way towards you having spotted your distress.
âIâm sorry.â You muttered miserably, both for whatever youâd done to cause this conflict between the four of you and also for your embarrassing display of emotions.
âWhat are you sorry for, dovey?â Remus asked softly as he knelt in front of you, gently taking your wrists and coaxing them away from your face.Â
âFor upsetting you all.â
Remusâ brows furrowed beyond their worried state and into a more confused state as he turned to look at the other two boys in bemusement.Â
âWell, I donât think any of us are happy that youâre so upset, love, but weâre not upset. You donât have to apologize.â He pressed.
âI donât think thatâs what this is.â James input from his place across the room.
âIâm sorry. Iâm not quite sure why youâre mad at me, but Iâd like to talk about it with you and I promise not to do it again.â You cried, sounding disturbingly and embarrassingly close to begging.
âMad at you? Is that why youâve been such a weirdo tonight? You thought we were mad at you?â Sirius asked incredulously.
âDonât call her a weirdo, Pads!â James chided, standing from his chair.Â
âWhyâd you think everyone was mad at you, dove?â Remus asked, ignoring the squawking of his boyfriends behind him as he forced you to hold eye contact with him.
âI... I donât know, I guess things just felt kind of off this week and then...I donât know.â You admitted dumbly. âAnd then I got here and, it just felt weird.â
âIâm sorry, angel.â James apologized, suddenly beside you having taken to sitting directly on top of (a very petulant) Sirius. âYou seemed distressed and... I got nervous. Usually, Rem is the better one at handling these things, I wanted to wait until he got here to broach the subject. Sirius, though, has the tact of a bull.â
âSo, you were just going to let all of us sit here awkwardly until Remus got here to save the day, huh? Not on my fucking watch.â Sirius groaned as he positioned himself to kick James not only off of him, but off the couch completely. This caused Siriusâ glass of water to topple off the coffee table and onto the rug below it.
âNice going, Prongs,â Sirius spat victoriously from his place on the couch, âlook at the mess youâve made.â
âIt wasnât even my cup!â James defended.
âDonât think I didnât notice that wasnât on a fuckin' coaster, Sirius.â Remus reproached darkly, tossing the dark-haired boy a glare over his shoulder.
Sirius just smirked and then winked at you. âThere you go, dollface, now everyoneâs mad at me instead.â
âAwe, Pads!â James cooed from the ground before launching himself back onto Sirius. âLook at you, taking the heat off our pretty girl.â
Remus shook his head in exhaustion, but you could see a fond smile ghosting his lips from his place before you.
âTrust me, dove. Youâre the least of our problems.â
You chuckled wetly and wiped the tears (and more embarrassingly, the snot) from your face. âIâm sorry. I feel rather silly now.â
Sirius, having given up on his instance to be the little spoon between he and James, looked around Jamesâ broad frame in his lap to face you. âHow about this; if weâre ever upset with you, we promise to tell you. If we havenât said anything; itâs safe to assume weâre not mad. Okay?â
You nodded in agreement.
âAnd...â James continued. âNext time you find yourself feeling like this, maybe you can tell us, too?â
You nodded emphatically. âYes, I promise. Iâm sorry.â
Remus kissed the backs of both of your hands and stood from his knelt position in front of you.
âNo more sorryâs, dove. Weâre all good.â
James stood from Siriusâ lap to place a warm kiss to the space between your cheek and ear and whispered another apology for your being upset.
âHey, Moons?â Sirius called.
âYeah?â
âAre you heading to the kitchen?â He called with the sort of smirk that caused you and James to exchange a suspicious look.
âYeah.â
âCan you grab me a glass of water, please?â
âFuckinâ hell Sirius get off your arse. And use a sodding coaster.â Remus bellowed from the bedroom.
âSee? Youâre the least of our problems.â James repeated, stamping another kiss to your cheek.Â
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