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One of my favourite things to think about is the rest of the batfam all having their own ‘Brucie Wayne’ personas. So here’s me listing how I imagine the main family members would front to the public.

Dick

I think would be very similar to Bruce with the same air-headed personality. As far as the internets concerned he can’t spell orange and pretends not to know any of the 50 states let alone which one he lives in. He also uses the fact that he never officially finished college to his advantage. As a kid he was more eccentric and people just knew him as that little kid whose constantly high of sugar and lollipops. Not much changes when becomes an adult.

Of course like father like son and he is also extremely charismatic. His persona is a little more goofy than Bruce’s and he’s known as the Wayne’s resident gymnast, at least in the air. He’s made a habit of acting as though any and all fine motor skills come to an absolute stop the moment he isn’t doing some complex flip, or cartwheel. There are serval videos on YouTube of him tripping over air, spilling drinks over his shirt, and stumbling into several guests, only half of these were faked. He also has a reputation of being an absolutely insane drunk. He went viral on twitter for doing a triple backflip in the middle of a gala which resulted in a shattered punch bowl, several traumatised guests and a fake news report claiming he’d died which sent the city into a riot for the next 24 hours all because he was a little bit tipsy.

Jason

Jason was pretty young when he ‘died’. Before hand he was the happy go lucky kid. With stars in his eyes and more energy than a Chihuahua hiked up on red bull and pure, liquified blue raspberry. Of course you had the occasional leech who saw in some news report that he used to be a street kid which resulted in several rumours about his ‘horrid violent nature’ but all it took was actually meeting him for most to completely disregard this.

After his death he doesn’t hang around the rest of the family much. Especially not in public and out of masks. However there is the occasional day (once every millennia or so) where he’ll stroll up to whatever part or gala or social event the Wayne’s are hosting that day, with his foolproof, impenetrable disguise Tayson Jodd absolutely no relation to Brucies dead kid, nor the elusive red hood who has a hate account dedicated to his very existence.

His whole thing tends to be a regular upstanding member of society. He acts completely normal. This wasn’t always the case. He used to change it every time he went to the parties, either acting as some depressed, lonely rich guy or an alcoholic and on one particularly memorable occasion a closeted drag Queen. However one time he showed up without a persona pre made and ready to go and just decided to wing it.

However Tim Drakes insane paranoia meant he stayed up a good 3 weeks after that night just to make sure Jason wasn’t trying anything and when Red hood found out he found it absolutely hilarious and resolved to be as respectable as possible while also generating maximum suspicion for all other members of his family.

Stephanie Brown

Although not officially adopted by the Wayne’s most people have gotten used to seeing her just roll up with the Wayne’s and it didn’t take long for social media to realise that Brucie had emotionally adopted her, if not legally. At first Steph didn’t really understand the need for a persona. She was already fine with keeping her actual personality and not turning it off for the cameras.

It took seeing Jason, who was having an absolute blast with his public persona to open her mind to the range of possibilities and she spent a full 3 months crafting a personality from scratch (putting that psychology degree to good use).

She cycled through a couple. Rich party girl, serious career woman, ditzy idiot. But eventually she landed on scheming socialite. She saw some tabloids slandering her for being Tim’s ex and although the rest of the family was not happy she took it and ran with it. Landing herself in the circles of the most gossip loving, shit talking, hot woman she could find.

She makes sure she exudes villainy at all times and has been seen eyeing Timothy Drake from across the room, stroking a cat (though no one knew where she got it from) and sipping a martini. Although she doesn’t particularly like how cruel some of her companions are she finds no greater joy than passively aggressively remarking about how Donna is wearing the same heels she was 3 years ago and oh my is she running low on funds? She was born to instigate and takes every opportunity to do so.

Tim Drake

If Tim is known for anything then it’s his ability to appear as though everything has gone to his exact calculations on the outside while internally screaming and just completely winging whatever half brained plan comes to mind. But one forgets, he isn’t just a Wayne but a Drake. Son of Janet Drake at that.

As a kid he was very much a mamas boy and would replicate her cold calculating air to the best abilities of a 10 year old boy. As he grew up however he realised that he much preferred letting people underestimate him. So in the end he settled on the stoner.

It was pretty unexpected for most of his family. Bar Dick who embraced it with all the reverence of a chaotic older sibling. Of course Tim Drake being as meticulous as he is meant when he made this persona built it from the ground up. He gave himself a favourite drug, a fake dealer, and he methodically updates his account balance every week, taking out just enough that it looks like he’s been buying.

Not only does this have the added benefit of explaining the random times he’s passed out in the middle of a party or those random compilations of him on YouTube simply staring into the abyss for hours on end, but it also means he had to try way less than his siblings when it comes to presentation. If Dick or Bruce show up with even so much as a slightly ruffled collar the tabloids will go on for weeks about the mystery guy or girl they definitely slept with. But when Tim does it, they just laugh. He gets a pat on the head and a glass of water shoved into his hands and no one thinks anything more.

And if he can also use it as an excuse for a few extra minuets of sleep then whose going to stop him?

Cassandra Cain

Cass didn’t need to do much of anything. When she first arrived in Gotham she was small, quite and not very well versed in social customs so it was practically written in the stars that she’d become an instant fan favourite. However unlike most of her siblings most of her fans aren’t focused on her what she’s been doing, or with who, but rather on trying to spot her.

She’s some aloof, mysterious figure to them and she’s also become a bit of a where’s Waldo meme. News reporters will post overview shots of the huge hall the guest are occupying, the grounds of the manor, the well kept lawns, the roofs, and the internet will go crazy trying to find her. At first it was difficult but only because she kept to herself, you’d find her in a corner of the room, or hiding behind one of the taller guests but ever since she realised what was going on she’s been making a conscious effort to make it as difficult as possible.

Some of her hiding spots include: under the table, the roof, inside the fountain, disguised as Dick Grayson, a statue, on the chandelier, and somehow as one of the reporters, camera and all. It’s become a bit of a game to see who can find her first and she remains Gothams favourite Wayne.

Duke Thomas

Duke isn’t really sure what to make of this whole public persona thing. He finds hiding such a big part of himself a little strange, and doesn’t much enjoy the idea of putting on a mask for others. So he does what he does best and puts the rest of the Wayne’s to shame with his sound logic.

He’s just himself. And somehow manages to cause the biggest impact. The people aren’t used to rich people not being overly eccentric. This is Gotham after all! And Duke Thomas’ actual personality is not exactly something they were expecting.

This is the same man who raised an army of teenage armies in the absence of his hero. To call him impulsive would be an understatement. Also he very much enjoys ‘eating the rich’ so to speak. He used his powers to convince one particularly nasty man that he needed full psychiatric care by randomly disappearing whenever he was in their line of sight.

He hangs out with Dick a lot, but only so when the worst of the Gotham socialites approach he can make them feel as uncomfortable as possible by questioning their thoughts and feelings on the working class, living conditions and all the other stuff they usually couldn’t care less about which leaves them scrambling for an answer that won’t completely ruin their reputations. Although he’s been branded ‘the responsible one’ that’s only because he presents himself as such to reporters. Most of the people attending the galas live in fear of him ever approaching them.

Damian Wyane

Being the youngest meant that people already had expectations by the time Damian showed up. Although most had no idea where the kid came from that didn’t stop them from making assumptions, and the rumours circulating from before he was officially introduced range from a mini Bruce Wayne to raging alcoholic. And yes, these were published when reporters knew damn well he was 10 years old maximum.

When the public do finally see him for the first time it doesn’t take them long to craft a persona for him. Damian of course sees this whole thing as beneath him, he doesn’t understand why he would need to hide himself, he didn’t train with the league for years to just not show of his skills. Dick tries to get him to think of it like training, as though he were on an undercover mission. This works a little too well and now he takes it so incredibly seriously it’s hard for the others not to laugh.

He arrived, squeezed in between Brucie Wayne who was blowing kisses to the camera, Dick Grayson doing a handstand, Tim Drake who looked absolutely blitzed and Stephanie Brown who was manically rubbing her hands together. Cass nowhere to be found and Duke giving his classic sunny smile to the camera.

So of course people realise this kid must be the adult. There’s jokes about how Damian must be the one doing the Wayne’s taxes, about how he probably drives Bruce to work, and other such things. Which is only further cemented by the kid himself. But he also doesn’t talk much (Dick said if he had nothing nice to say he shouldn’t say anything), and a few (illegally taken) photos show him drawing, as well as his small army of pets and so people are torn between this kid who is clearly far too mature for his age and this cute baby of a child who likes fluffy animals and crayons.

Damian is disgusted by both sides, but there isn’t much he can do about it and resolves instead to fuck with everyone by leaning into it and alternating on a seemingly random basis between clueless child and grown adult in a 10 year olds body. It mostly ends up terrifying the rest of his family because occasionally Damian (who several of them watched kill a man) will come up smiling and demand to be placed on their shoulders, and other times the same kid (who found a cow a decided immediately he was a vegetarian) will be found sipping straight vodka and going on about the good old days with people 8x his age as though he were some drunken world war 2 veteran.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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that damn gala: Jason todd x fem!reader

the graphic is not mine, found it on Pinterest, all credit goes to the author.

Summary: credit for the idea goes to @p4inis: Can someone write a fanfic of “wear whatever u want, I know how to fight” Jason x fem reader???? Like they’re going to a gala and reader can’t choose which dress she should wear and Jay is her biggest hype man.

hope you'll like it: )

A/N: this is part of my Cheshire!reader!verse. You can find another story of it here in the post: Cheshire cat. And there will be more coming for sure since I'm having a lot of fun writing this verse.

Warning: cursing, a bit of sexual innuendo, but nothing explicit, Jason being a warning of himself :D

„Please, remind me why did I even agree to this?”

“Because you truly had no other option?”

“I hate you.”

“We both know you don’t.”

“Really? Do we?” Y/N smirked. Dick Grayson was her longtime friend and it gave her one privilege no one else had. She was resistant to him charm. So when he asked her to come over the annual Wayne gala it took a lot more than a pretty please and a nice smile to actually convince her to do so. Unlike many girls, she hated having to get all dressed up, putting on make-up and heels and acting like someone different than she really was only to win over some potential investors. Honestly, for a long time she couldn’t understand why was it her business. That lasted until Bruce offered her a job, an old RD position of her late father. Of course, the numbers were tempting but the thing was finally made her say yes was the opportunity to work with the latest technology and to put her ideas into work. And use them on patrols later on. So she gave in.

And soon one thing led to another, when she was forced to get involved into those stupid galas. Dick hated them equally as much, but at least he would be accompanied by Babs and they definitely would keep each other entertained. Unlike her friends, Y/N was going to be there by herself since for obvious reasons her beloved anti-hero boyfriend could not attend. So, she would either join Tim in deep conversation concerning Wayne Enterprises, sulk in the corner with Damian scaring people away with only look or spend the night getting drunk from all the expensive alcohol. One way or another it was going to be a loooong night.

“Yeah, we do. Come on Y/N, please, I’m gonna need your help you know it.”

“My help? Dick you are making zero sense. You will have your girl to dance with, Tim to take the duties and Damian for a security system. Why do you need me?”

“Because out of everyone you just mentioned, you are the only person that is actually fun.”

“Should I tell Babs about what you just said?” the girl laughed and heard Dick do the same on the other side of the phone.

“Please don’t” he turned deadly serious a second later “but you know what I mean. We both have known every guest for years now. We know their behavior, their bad traits and can predict who, when and how will make a fool of themselves. We have our inside jokes. Come on, please…..”

“Fine, stop whining, it’s out of character. I’ll come…..

“I knew you will give in at some point.”

“shut up, Grayson. I’m not giving in. Firstly because you will owe me and you know I’m not lenient when someone is in debt with me. Secondly, Jay will not like it, so good luck with having to deal with him. And lastly, I still got my cat claws on, so don’t expect me to be an egg-sucker.”

“As for the debts, that something we’ve been back and forth with for years now, so nothing new. I can deal with my brother, and Tim will deal with toadying, he’s used to it after all.”

“I hate you, Dick.”

“I know Y/n. See you at 9. You need me to pick you? Since you are coming alone?”

“No, I’ll be fine. Cheshire will swing by earlier and change in the manor if that’s fine.”

“I’ll leave the window open. See you, Y/n.”

“See you, Dick.”

She disconnected the phone and rubbed her forehead in frustration. She really though she would get away this year, but she’s been keeping this foolish hope for the last five years, always with no desired result. She always came and frankly it was never even half as bad as she expected, not that Y/N would ever say it out loud. But now, she had to choose a dress to go in and that was the hard part.

***

“Please, tell me you’re not preparing for the gala.” Jason stood in the door, only half-dressed In his gear, watching his girlfriend hurrying-scurrying in front of her wardrobe wearing only a sport bra and a pair of leggings.

“I am…” she groaned

“Was it Grayson? Did he force you? Do you want me to talk to him?” he took a few steps closer and grabbed her hands calming her down a bit.

“Nah. It’s fine. It’s always like this. He said I should come, I object, he uses his last-year arguments and I pretend to fall for them. It’s kind of tradition now. I would hate to break it.” She shrugged

“Maybe I can make knew tradition of making Dick attend the party with a bruise or…..”

“Stop it, Jay!” Y/N punched his shoulder and he grinned “if I really didn’t want to come, believe me I wouldn’t. But it really is entertaining making quiet jokes about all those bigwigs with excessive self-esteem and watching Tim trying his best to not speak his mind. The only thing that sucks about it is that I have to go alone” she moved her hands up his arms to his neck, pulling him in and he immediately grabbed her waist and leaned his forehead on hers, swaying from side to side.

“We can have our little party here. Or you can come with me to the patrol.” He whispered

“Mhm, don’t try to play me. That offer is a trap on your side, Red Hood only works alone. If you don’t count two teammates. And he does not want or need anyone else. Let alone little troublesome vigilante that also works with the bats.”

“That little vigilante cat knows her ways around words. She can play two sides, doesn’t she?”

“Jay, come on. You will never let me go with you and I will never ask. Too much of a risk and distraction. But I’m up for that party for two idea later on….”

“Do you have anything specific in mind?” he whispered seductively and leaned in to kiss her, but she quickly pulled away.

“Maybe. Maybe not. That depends if someone will take me home after the gala tonight. I mean, I have a couple dresses to choose from and I could use man’s advice on what to wear. Even if I absolutely hate the idea of playing the bait for man’s money. And I hate getting dolled up. I’ll be much more comfortable with tee and sweatpants or my suit. But I don’t have much opportunities to look nice, so…..” she pecked Jason lips quickly and moved towards the open wardrobe “what do you think, boyfriend?”

“Babe” every word she just said stung him. He knew she would never betray or cheat on him, but the thought of all those creeps staring at her and getting dirty ideas made him want to tie her to bed and keep her in the sheets with him, reminding her who’s the one to always keep her high and satisfied. But they all had duties to take care of. So he settled on embracing her from behind and kissing her neck softly “you know you can wear whatever you want. You will look hotter than hell. And I know how to fight if anyone would like to steal you away.”

“Babs is the resident beauty not me. If anything Dick should be scared. I’m only …. Addition.”

“Addition?” Jay kissed her neck again hitting her soft spot and making her gasp “you’re the crown jewel, babe. I wish I could go with you and watch everyone getting so jealous of me having you all to myself….” his lips on her skin was sending goosebumps all over her body.

“Jace….” She whispered closing her eyes

“Yes, sweetheart?” his grip was now tighter and she loved it and hate it at the same time.

“Let go of me. Now. Cause if you don’t neither me nor you will leave this apartment tonight.”

“Would it be so bad?” he muttered against her shoulder blade but reluctantly released her. “you should wear the black and red one. You will break necks in it.”

“Bet it has nothing to do with the fact some particular vigilante got those colors as a signature.”

“Vigilante? Who? I don’t really recall anyone choosing that palette.” He smirked with the boyish grin and she could not stop herself from kissing him again.

*** It was 8 when they both left the apartment, using different exits and wishing each other good luck. No hugs and kisses since that would only make them waver once again. Red Hood was on patrol while Cheshire made her way towards Wayne Manor making sure no one was following her. Being truthful to his words, Dick left the window open and without any trouble she found herself in his room, where much to her surprise she found Babs getting ready.

“Hey there, girl.” She smiled removing her domino mask and meeting with red-head wide and sincere smile “what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question, kitten. Is my boyfriend cheating on me?”

“Oh, you caught me! I only came here to tell him our little affair was over since I cannot do this to my best friend.” Y/N put her hand on her heart “And arguably because my boyfriend was after him to hurt him, but that’s on the side.”

“It’s good to see you Y/N.” Barbara smiled again and came to hug the other girl “dick told me you were going to get ready here so I thought we might as well help each other in preparation.”

“Oh, thank god for your foresight. I have no idea how to drape this freaking dress to avoid putting my whole chest on display.

“I had my suspicions about that.”

“And I am absolutely hopeless with makeup and hairdo, so yes, please and thank you for any help you can give me.”

“Don’t worry, my friend. I will make you look perfect.”

***

Barbara really was a magician with women stuff. Only because of her skillful hands and endless ideas Y/N was now looking like a real lady, classy and gentle, even if most of the times she was just a girl next door. Her dress fit her perfectly and any risk of showing too much was eliminated by cleverly used veil, draped on girl’s shoulder. Her make-up was almost invisible since Y/N had pretty skin (luckily she got no bruises or cuts for the last week so there was no problem with that) and she refused using anything more than some concealer, liner and mascara sticking to the minimum. Unlike Babs she ditched the lipstick not wanting to look like Joker after having one drink and leaving stains on the glass and all over. But still, she felt odd, especially standing next to Babs with her perfect figure and proud posture. Cheshire was used to skin tight suit that was supposed to protect her and enable all the kicks and punches, but this? Evening gown that accented all her hated curves and imperfections made her feel exposed, not protected. And this was another tradition that was happening every single year even though after all this time she should already be used to it.

“good evening, ladies.” Dick emerged from behind and offered an arm to Barbara “Babs, Y/N.”

“Richard.” Babs smiled at her boyfriend

“Hello Grayson” Y/N smirked only to cover for her insecurity. In a second she would be left all alone like a prey while Dick and Babs will make rounds together.

“You look nervous kitten” Dick pointed out and Y/N scoffed

“Nervous? Of course I am. I’m nervous for the safety of everyone here. You know I got…..”

“claws, I know. And that is exactly why I took care of things.”

“I’m sorry you did what?” she nearly choked because of his words.

“There’s this one guy, really big fish in IT industry. We are trying to get him to share some ideas with WE. And since you are in a warlike mood, you will talk to him. Besides, you are the only one here that actually knows enough about the technology to cover the subject so…..”

“Are you insane?!” she yelled-whispered “did you even hear a word I told you about attending this gala. I wanted out of the radar not being put on the spotlight! What happened to…..” she paused when an elderly couple passed through and smiled charmingly “what happened to the inside jokes and making fun of people?!”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but it’s like I said. You’re the only one knowledgeable enough to succeed. Just this one guy, please, and then you are off the hook.”

“Where is Tim when you need him?” she hissed and reached for the nearest glass of champagne “I don’t think I can do it sober.”

“I will owe you twice” Dick pleaded

“That is tempting…..”

***

The guy assigned to Y/N was hot. Tall, dark haired and well-build, with perfect nose, lips and all face. His eyes glistened when he saw her approaching and in a real gentleman manner he turned towards the girl.

“You must be miss Y/N Y/L/N?” of course his smile was perfect as well and Y/N was almost blinded by the whiteness of his teeth

“I am” she smiled through gritted teeth “I suppose you’re the tech genius Mr. Blake?”

“ Please, call me Desmond. It would be so much easier to cut the distance this way”

“I see you are very direct Desmond. Does that match in the workplace?” he might have been a predator but she was the one who hold power over words, not the other way round.

“We are not in workplace, are we?”

“But we are supposed to discuss some RD matters.”

“Who said we can’t have a little fun while at it? This is a party after all.”

“High-class party, Mr. Blake and as a CEO you surely understand that.”

“Of course, I had nothing wrong on my mind. Tell me, miss Y/N, do you dance?”

“Only when I’m forced to” she muttered making sure he couldn’t hear her while taking another discreet sip of champagne

“I’m sorry?”

“I said I do, although I am not very good at it.”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right partner. Let me guide you” he offered his hand and lead Y/N onto the dancefloor.

This was going to be a looooong night, she thought while noticing Dick and Babs moving to the music on her left. Dick put his thumb up while Barbara only smiled. This was already a torture. Hopefully, things were going better for Jay.

***

Two hours and three drinks later Desmond seemed a bit nicer than at the beginning. Y/N was not drunk, she was used to keep her senses alerted all the time so she poured away all the alcohol Desmond so wholeheartedly kept on bringing. He did not and that’s why they were now sitting on the secluded couch, far from the crowd, the man babbling about how pretty she looked and how much of his type she was.

“I think you had enough Mr. Blake” she put a hand on his when he reached towards another glass. Apparently that was a mistake since he turned her gaze towards her, his eyes widening.

“Tell me Y/N, why is a girl like you alone at the party? I mean, you are hot.” Oh, fuck. She knew where he was going now. “and everyone here is just ogling you, me included.” Fuck square since he moved closer, almost grabbing her hip.

“ You’re drunk” she said standing up “I think you should sober up. Alone.”

“Don’t you dare turning your back on me, you little bitch. Who do you think you are?”

If only he knew…..

“A woman who knows better than to argue with you. You work for your own reputation Mr. Blake and let me tell you, you are only embarrassing yourself right now. Maybe you should stop before some reporter takes a picture of you stumbling.”

“You think you are so high and mighty, huh? A strong, independent woman, working for Wayne? Acting like a whore to get some attention and you can’t even get a boyfriend?”

“Careful with words, now” she warned slowly turning into Cheshire

“Or what? What exactly will you do, huh? Cause I don’t think you will do a thing…..” he lunged forward and before she could react had her pressed onto the wall, his lips on hers “you are only good for one night stand. And you ask for it, wearing that dress, you little bitch. You only deserved to be fucked and forgotten.’ He was using the fact no one could see them in this place

“Get the fuck off me!!!” she yelled all her instincts kicking in when she pushed the man away and he stumbled back. Unfortunately, while doing so, he stepped onto the hem of her dress tearing it apart and leaving Y/N legs almost completely exposed. “Damn it.” She muttered turning red while the man started laughing like crazy which finally caught some attention and Dick immediately came running for rescue.

“What is going on here?”

“Your little wanton friend is finally dressed the way she should be from the beginning.” Blake snorted

“Mr Blake, I think you should leave….” Tim rushed from the other side of the ballroom scared that either his brother or his friend would kick the man’s ass and made even more of a scene. This was going to be a PR nightmare.

“Leave? Oh, no, no, no. Not before I have a little fun with your little rag doll, here.”

“Let me though.” Another voice interrupted the discussion and Y/N, Dick and Tim turned their gazes towards the side where it came from.

“You’ve got to be kidding me….” Dick whined

“Oh, hell no!” Tim screamed

“What the…..?” y/N said in surprise

“What. The fuck. You think. You are doing?”

“Jason…..” dick tried to step between his brother and Blake before it came to fisticuffs. All of a sudden the latter became much more sober than a second before.

“Get out of my way, Dickhead. This scumbag just humiliated my girlfriend. I will not let him get away with it.”

“I’m sorry but…..”

“You are not sorry.”

“You’re right. I’m not sorry and I can’t let you through. We are trying our best to avoid bloodbath here.”

“I don’t fucking care! He asked for it.”

“Jason.”

“Back off, replacement!”

“Jason.”

Only now he stopped in his tracks. Because of her voice. Her soft, calm voice. All this time she was standing there silently watching the scene, her dress torn apart , hair messy due to the scuffle, being her calm, collected self. Fuck, she was so beautiful, somewhere deep inside he could not blame this man for wanting her. Who wouldn’t wish for this beauty to be in his arms. But she was his and only his. Only he was allowed to hold her and kiss her and love her. No one fucking else. And this one here, were not only trying to force himself on her, but also called her a bitch and a whore. And that was something Jason Todd could not let go easily.

“Jason, please, let’s just go home.” She said calmly “come on, baby. Nothing happened, all right? He’s not worth your anger. He’s just sad, pathetic man with a lot of problems, apparently. I’m safe.”

“Baby” Jason came closer to her sneaking his arms around her pulling her close “he needs to be punished. He offended you. Let me take care of that…..”

“Nope. Not this time. Besides, as much as I appreciate your effort, I can take care of myself and this one is just beyond are level. So why bother when we can go home and have that little party for two you mentioned earlier?” she caressed his side softly looking straight into his eyes and he was slowly melting.

“See? I told she is a whore! You better watch out for her, she will cheat on you with the first man…..” Blake did not get to finish the sentence when Dick and Jason grabbed each of his arm and dragged him out the door.

“This will hit all the headlines tomorrow morning….” Tim stammered out, his face as white as a ghost

“You can just buyout all the press companies in Gotham” Y/N said, equally white, but not because of the press.

“Are you kidding me now Y/N?!”

“Come on, Tim. Not the first PR drama for WE. We can turn this around. If not as Y/N and Tim then as Cheshire and Red Robin. We’ve done this before, all right?”

“Fine.” He huffed “One problem at the time. Now, are you all right? He did not hurt you, did he?”

“He could never. I’m better and stronger than it seems in this dress, or rather half-dress now.”

“Good. Otherwise I would have to stand against my own rules and help dick and Jason beat the man.”

“Speaking of the devils, this is taking them too long. Do you think maybe we should check out what is going on?”

“Nothing is going on. The boys are making sure Blake would never come around again. And from what I can predict his company will go down soon.” Barbara chimed in

“If that’s coming from the Oracle, who are we to argue?”

“By the way, where is Damian? He was supposed to act like security. How the hell did Jason sneak in? Not that I’m complaining, but I’d rather dance with my boyfriend than see him fight again ….”

“I was not the security! I never wanted to be here in the first place! I was forced!”

“Who wasn’t?” Tim scoffed

“You’re good Y/N/N?” Damian asked turning towards the girl

“Yes! God! I’m fine, please stop asking me that. I’m just a bit ….. tired.”

“You can stay at the manor than. There is always a place for you.”

“Thanks Dami, but…..”

“She is not going to stay. I’m taking her home.” Jason came into the view again, his nose bleeding.

“What did you do Jace?”

"I told you I know how to fight for you."

“Where is Dick?” Barbara became alerted and both girls exchanged looks

“I’m here. I’m fine. It’s all taken care off.” The oldest Wayne was clutching his bleeding nose as well.

“Did you two have a fight? How unsurprising…..”

"Wait, you beat each other instead of that fucking Blake?" Damian frowned "Can I do it then? I need some action, this party is boring like hell."

"He's been taken care of as well. Probably won't come around ever again" Jason stated proudly.

"What did you do him? Can you descibe in details?" the youngest brother suddenly became much more energetic and interested.

“I’m out, I’m done” Tim turned around throwing his hands in the air “you are all on your own now. I;ve got to do some damage control. See you tomorrow, Y/N. Remember your promise.” He left and so did Damian leaving Jason, y/n, Babs and Dick alone.

“Why did you beat him Jace?”

“He was supposed to watch out for you!”

“I said I’m fine!”

“But who knows what could have happened?!”

“could have, would have, should have….. How about we stop with the possibilities that never came to life, hm? How about you calm down, Jace?”

“How can I calm down?! You could have been hurt!”

“Dick? Babs? I’m so terribly sorry for everything that just happened.” Y/N decided to stop paying attention to Jason for a while.

“As much as I hate to say it, it might have been a bit of my fault.” Dick admitted

“a bit?!”

“Shut up Jason. I’m not talking to you now!” Y/N hissed and he just stood there with open mouth but did not dare saying a word. “I think we should call it a night, do you agree, Babs. We can’t let boys kill each other, right? Someone has to be smart.”

“Yeah, that’s true. We can’t ever rely on them with life choices, can we?”

“Nope. But I guess that’s the Wayne charm. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Sure y/n. I’ll let you know if dick’s coming after Jay to take revenge for the beating.”

“Ok. I’ll let you know if Jace is coming after Dick to avenge my honor” Y/N laughed and waved Babs and Dick goodbye before turning to Jason. “As for you….”

“Look, I did not mean to make a scene…..”

“Jay….”

“I saw you in danger and acted without thinking…..”

“Jason….”

“You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you…..”

“Oh for god’s sake!” she moved forward and cut his babbling with a passionate kiss taking him by surprise and leaving a few spare seconds for his brain to react and started kissing her back, his hands travelling up her sides. “I love you, you idiot. And I’m not mad at you, really. That was kind of…. Hot.”

“Only kind of?” he smirked

“Yes, because you still think I cannot take care of myself. You really don’t have to put the guns out every time you think I’m in danger. Especially when I’m not.”

“but you still like me in my vigilante mode, don’t you?”

“I never said it.” She scoffed

“Sometimes, words are not needed. I can settle on sounds.” He smirked and she smacked his head becoming red.

“Why are you even here? What about patrol? What about….red’s matters?”

“It’s a quiet night. I was patrolling nearby by accident….

“by accident?” she raised an eyebrow

“And thought I would swing by. And you know the rest.”

‘You are a child, Jason. A big child. And we definitely have a lot to work on in that area. Are you going back on patrol?”

“I wasn’t planning on, but…..”

“Good. Cause you know, I might be a bit turned on and need someone to take care of that. Are you up for the challenge?”

“Let’s go upstairs.” He picked her up and carried her the stairs to his old room, bridal style.

“Wait, here?!” she squealed when he threw her onto the bed and climbed up hovering over her body.

“Do you think I can wait? Honey, I need you right now.” He pressed his lips onto her, delighting in the way she melted into him and started letting out those sweets sounds. “now we can start our party” he smirked moving down her body, removing the straps of her dress and taking care of each square centimeter of her body.

“Jason….” she moaned arching her back “come on, don’t tease…..”

“I’m taking my time with you, babe. You will have to deal with it….”

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batfambyval · 1 year

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Random batfam hcs

Bruce once totally showed up to a JL meeting drunk and only Superman and Zatanna knew what was going on, everyone else was terrified he’d been poisoned or whammied

Young Justice (90s version) are that one fried group that sits in the corner of the cafeteria whispering, laughing, and occasionally shouting that no one knows anything about and no one wants to know (only one of them has actually been a student, but dropped out. No one has a clue who the other three are but they are always there. One kid who works at bat burger swears they once came in at 1am covered in blood)

Everyone knows the ‘Jason takes classes at the local community college.’ I do you one better, Red Hood drops in on classes, helmet and all, and he does it so frequently that the teachers add him to the attendance list and let him do makeup work when he misses class for some disaster. He did not register and he is not paying. No one ever says anything.

Damian’s public persona is actually just extremely introverted and polite, with impeccable manners but very little to say beyond basic pleasantries. What people don’t know is that it’s only because Grayson drilled it into his head that if he had nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all. He took that quite literally.

Everyone in Gotham keeps up with Wayne gossip, so they know Steph used to date Tim, but they didn’t realize they’d broken up until the thing with Tam because she just kept hanging out around the Waynes. It took three years for everyone to realize she had basically been adopted.

Everyone is like ‘Duke acts like he’s the sane one but he’s as crazy as the rest.’ I say sure ok but what about Alfred acts like he’s the sane one but he’s as crazy as the rest. I mean where do you think they got it from. He taught Bruce how to make a fertilizer bomb when he was 13!

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paperultra · 2 days

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HOME (TO THE OL’ BALL AND CHAIN)

(OR, THE PIÑA COLADA SONG)

Pairing: Chilchuck Tims x Fem!Chilchuck's Wife!Reader Word Count: 2,499 words Warnings: None Summary: Five years after leaving your first and only love, you take the plunge into the dating scene – and immediately regret it. Maybe you're too picky, but none of the men you go out with seem to fit the bill; they're too non-committal, or too eager, or too happy, or too sad, or simply just too much ... so after a particularly bad experience, your youngest makes a last-ditch effort to set you up on a blind date with someone who she insists deserves a chance. You reluctantly agree. read on ao3 | read on quotev

DATE #1: CASUAL LUNCH Estranged husband — 1 Estranged wife — 1 Everything left unsaid — as desired

There’s bacon grease on his shirt.

You can see it underneath his collar, round fingerprints staining the pale linen grey, and when he leans across the threshold into Fler’s home all you can think about is laundry day at the end of the week.

It would be rude to admit that out loud, though.

“Thank you for walking me home,” you say.

“When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know.”

Abelwood teeters forward still. “Well, don’t take too long, hear? You ain’t gettin’ any younger.”

Laughter erupts from the beer in his gut, and you laugh along with him. Abelwood is a rowdy drunk, you’ve learned, which is better than a cruel drunk or a lecherous drunk. It is not the kind of drunk that you are used to bringing home, even if he is only brought to the front door, but –

You smile, regardless.

“Goodnight,” you bid, closing the door inch by inch, your last bit of energy disappearing with the click of the lock.

You hold your breath. It takes three minutes and thirty-seven seconds for the man to leave your front doorstep, and you wait thirty more seconds after that to peek through the window, verifying that he is far enough away before resting your forehead against the door with a groan.

“Oh, boy.”

“I’m too old for this, Fler,” you mutter into the wood. “He was awful.”

Flertom lets out a sigh and closes the distance to squeeze you in a hug, pressing her cheek against your back like she’s done ever since she grew tall enough to do so. “I’m sorry, Mama,” she says.

“I’m sorry too.”

As you pat her hands and turn around to smile wryly at her, Puckpatti pipes up from the middle of the living room.

“He was a pig,” she exclaims. “Calling you by your first name! And he wasn’t even that handsome!”

“Looks aren’t everything, Puck,” you reply sharply, and she pouts, squeezing the lump of clay in her hands until it squishes out between her fingers. “He was a pig for the way he acted.”

“Well … that too.”

“He also smelled like one,” Fler says.

You detach yourself from your daughter to loosen the belt at your waist, frowning down at your dress and nice leather shoes. The dress feels just about as worn out as you do, the fabric soft and droopy from the humidity, the sunshine-yellow color less vibrant than it had been earlier this evening. The man had spilled beer on the floor of the bar and your shoes still look slightly sticky. Peeling them off just reminds you of the way he had laughed.

“Fler,” you say, “get me a wet rag, would you?”

“Sure, Mama.” Flertom turns to Puckpatti. “Puck, get a wet rag.”

“My hands are all dirty!” your youngest protests, showing her grey palms. “Mei’s closer to the water bucket.” She points to Meijack, who you now notice lingering by the kitchen.

Meijack blinks slowly, then silently fetches a rag, wets it, and brings it to you.

“Are you gonna keep trying, Ma?” she asks while you scrub the heel of your left shoe. “All these guys seem to be wasting your time.”

The chuckle that leaves your mouth is short and dry. “After this one, I don’t think so.” You glance up at your daughters and smile, straightening. “Maybe I should just take you all out on a girls’ date next time, huh? Forget about men for a little while.”

Meijack shrugs. Puckpatti nods eagerly.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong,” Flertom frets. “I’ve seen most of them at work before, and they seemed nice enough even when they were drunk …”

You shrug hopelessly and cross into the living room to sit on the couch. “Maybe it’s me.” As you lean back into the cushions, Meijack and Flertom join you on either side. “I’ve only ever been with one man my whole life. Maybe I don’t even know what I want …”

There’s a moment of silence. You look up at the ceiling of Flertom’s home, rubbing your temples and willing your frustration with yourself to not spill over while your daughters are watching. How embarrassing. Here you are, their mother, who is supposed to show them an example of a happy relationship, only for them to comfort you after another failed date. It should be the other way around. Half-foots don’t live long enough for things like this; your own mother had told you when you first left him that you should’ve just sucked it up.

Finally, Flertom speaks up. “Mama,” she starts, hesitant, and you look over to see her playing with her fingers, “Do you really want to date someone?”

“It’s been long enough, don’t you think?” you answer.

As you say so, a name resurfaces in your mind, unbidden, and the face that belongs to it. Your jaw tightens and you look down at your hands.

“Well … um … Papa wrote last week, and he said that he wanted to talk to you sometime. Just a little bit.”

Your tone hardens. “And what does that have to do with me dating, Fler?”

She flinches and her lips push out. “Come on, Mama! It’s been years, and after everything he went through, I really think he’s better now! Don’t you at least want to talk to him? You were so in love with each other before he started adventuring, and now that he’s retired from it …”

You hold your hand up, and her jaw clicks shut.

“I know what you’re getting at, Flertom,” you say quietly. “And right now is not the best time to bring up your father.”

Your daughter deflates, her cheeks rosy. “But –”

“I mean it.” Standing, you heave a deep breath and examine the cluttered workstation that Puckpatti had set up on the living room table. “Puckpatti, make sure to clean up after you’re done. I’m going to bed.”

While the girls mope, you head to your bedroom, doing your best to occupy your thoughts with work at the blacksmith’s tomorrow. You think about the chain mail you’re supposed to be making, the little metal rings to form and weave together, and hope they’re what you dream of, not self-absorbed dates or unwanted kisses.

You blame Flertom for the auburn hair and hearty laughs that plague your night instead.

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A week later, Puckpatti accosts you as soon as you walk through the door.

“Mama, I found a man for you!”

“Oh?” you reply blandly, hand still clutching at your chest from having the living daylights scared out of it. “Who is it?”

“That’s a secret! But he’s really nice, I promise.”

Sighing, you remove your vest. “I don’t know, Puck. How did you meet him?”

“He bought one of my clay sticks.” You can’t stop yourself from frowning, despite your desire to support your daughter’s entrepreneurial spirit, and she giggles. “Oh, please, Mama, he didn’t believe my pitch. I think I just charmed him into buying it. He seems really clever!”

“Are you sure he wasn’t interested in you?”

She makes a disgusted face. “Eww! No, I told him about you and he seemed interested.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mama, you’re a catch. Of course he’d want to go on a date with you.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, honey.” You glance at her before heading to the kitchen to put away the bread and cheese you’d bought. “Is he a half-foot?”

“Maybe.”

“I thought I’d met all the half-foots in Kahka Brud.”

“Maybe he just moved here.”

She looks up innocently when you raise an eyebrow at her. “And you’re sure I’ll like him,” you drawl, more suspicious by the minute. (Of what, you’re not quite sure.)

“Positive.”

It is incredibly difficult, you think with equal parts pride and concern, to say no to your youngest daughter. It’s probably why you worry about her the most. “This is the last date I’ll go on, Puckpatti. It will be on you.”

Puckpatti cheers. She hugs you as you chuckle at her enthusiasm, jumping up and down. “Yay! I’ll get a time and day that’ll work best. It’ll be great! You’ll love him!”

“For your sake, I hope so.”

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The day arrives with a mellow sun and clear sky.

You wear your green dress with the floral details, and Puckpatti picks a necklace to go along with it, a thin, simple one that you haven’t worn in years. Flertom does your makeup and Meijack does your hair.

And as you sit in a corner of the tavern fifteen minutes early, hands nervously clasped in your lap, you wonder, just as you have with every date prior, what you’ve gotten yourself into.

Maybe he won’t show up. It would be improper, and juvenile, but then you could go home and say that you did try. Your desire for a new romance has all but dwindled completely, and as you trace the scratches on the wooden table, you wonder if it was even a desire at all.

Footsteps approach from behind. You can tell they belong to a half-foot by the weight and sound – light and small – as they come around to the other side of the table. Your shoulders tighten. Forcing a smile, you look up.

Your heart promptly surges upward into your throat before plummeting to your toes.

Chilchuck gawks down at you, eyes wide. His mouth parts to utter your full name, and you feel your lungs squeeze at how it sounds coming from him, soft from years of disuse.

“You came,” he says.

“Chil – Chilchuck.” His name is ashy and sweet behind your teeth. “What are you doing here?”

He furrows his brow. “What do you mean? The girls said that you were willing to meet up.”

“No, I’m meeting with one of Puck’s customers.”

“What? That doesn’t …” he trails off, and the two of you seem to realize the same thing at the same time.

You bury your head in your hand as Chilchuck grits his teeth.

Those scheming …

“I’m sorry they dragged you into this,” you mutter as you get up from your seat, your voice cold and flat. “I’ll be going now.”

His head snaps up. “Going? But –”

You hurry past him, dodging the hand that you know has reached out for your own.

Home is a ten-minute walk away. You can clear your head in that time, then scold your daughters for meddling, though it’s partially your fault for not questioning Puckpatti about your supposed date more thoroughly. You just didn’t think that they would try something like this.

(Or that Chilchuck would bother to go along with it.)

You pull the door open with some effort and rush out into a downpour of rain.

Your hair gets drenched before you backpedal with a yelp. Pressing against the wall underneath the awning, you look out helplessly at the soaked streets, their gutters already filling with water and debris flowing down the incline. Is … is that a drowning rat?

The storm’s earthiness floods your nose, late in its prediction by half an hour. Just your luck.

You fumble with the clasp of your necklace to remove it, not wanting to get it wet. While you struggle, the tavern door creaks open behind you.

“So you don’t even want to talk. Even after all these years, you’re going to walk away again.”

“Do you know why I walked away the first time?” The damn thing won’t unhook. You scowl, the presence at your back making your usually nimble fingers clumsy.

“No,” Chilchuck says. “I don’t. Not for certain.”

“That’s why.” With each failed attempt to separate the rings, your fingertips grow sorer, your throat thickening. He’s too close. You hate how he’s watching you fail such a simple task. “You stopped knowing, Chilchuck. That’s why.”

Underneath the sharp sound of rain, you can hear his breath hitch, then quiet.

You bite your lip and let your arms fall to your sides, giving up on trying to take your necklace off. Your chest aches. You don’t want to cry in front of him.

“So, there, we talked like you wanted.”

He stops you before you can step out into the rain.

“Wait. What … what about your necklace?” he asks hesitantly, like it’s not what he really wants to say, but merely a way to stall for time.

This time, you look over your shoulder at him. “I’ll dry it real well once I get home,” you reply.

Chilchuck’s mouth presses into a fine line. He grabs the cloak folded over the crook of his elbow, and it is then that you notice the bouquet of blue and pink flowers in his other hand. The ache in your chest flares into a raw, pulsing hurt.

“I’m guessing you’d rather not have me walk you.” He speaks evenly, holding his cloak out towards you. “It’s not completely waterproof, but keep this over your head, at least …” his voice quiets, “please.”

Wordlessly, you take the garment from him. The inner lining is warm against your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you. “For not knowing.” His fist tightens around the flowers, and he stares at you resolutely. “I want to again, if you’ll let me.”

Ah.

You swallow. “I … I don’t know.”

“It doesn’t have to be today. I can wait.”

Breaking eye contact and looking down, Chilchuck roughs his fingers through his hair, mussing it up. The cut is the same as it’s always been, auburn bangs thick and soft over his brow. And you recognize the shirt he’s wearing, a practical, clean wool shirt that you made some years ago. He’s taken good care of it.

It’s all the same. All the same, and yet, something that you can’t quite identify has changed.

You bring his cloak closer to your chest and bite your bottom lip.

“… Give me a week.”

His entire body loses its tension.

“Really?” He looks at you like he can’t believe it, and you avert your gaze, ears warming and moving back the slightest bit.

“Give me a week to decide,” you clarify. “Fler or Mei will let you know … this is really abrupt, after all …”

Chilchuck nods. “That’s fine!” he exclaims. “You didn’t know, so I understand. A week is – a week’s good.”

You nod back, hesitant.

The rain continues its heavy downpour.

“Right … well …” you turn slightly, casting him one last glance, “I’ll give your cloak back, regardless. Don’t get sick.”

“Okay. Stay … stay safe.”

With that, you wrap yourself in the thick fabric, rushing out of the safety of the awning. The run back home smells of woodsmoke and thyme, and when you open the door to three guilty daughters and three apologies, it lingers.

You hang his cloak near the fireplace. It’s evidence of a weak resolve that you stay until it’s dry, and even more damning that you know your answer long before it is.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuk tims #chilchuck x reader #chilchuck #dungeon meshi fanfiction #reader insert #fem!reader #my emotional support middle-aged divorced father of three.......#throw this guy in a childhood friends to lovers to estranged lovers to lovers fic and see how he handles it #chilchuck's wife!reader let's gooooo

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 days

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AITA for wanting to spend a night out with a guy?

I'm twenty, study in university and still live with my parents. I've been planning to move out since I was eighteen, but they told me to keep living at home and not get a job so I could focus on studying while they take care of me financially. This arrangement has worked mostly well in the past years save for a few small conflicts, but it's escalated in the past 3-4 months.

The issue is my time schedule. I have a very active social life, am active in the local art scene, do political work and a lot of extracurricular stuff for university (I'm a straight A student, I might add!). Because of this, and because I'm a natural night owl, I usually come home late several days a week (between 10pm and 2am) and stay out all day for most of the week. This means I can't do a lot of chores, and usually there's a lot of housework because my mum has a bit of a cleaning anxiety and wants to make sure everything is spotless 24/7.

Enter this guy, I'll call him Tim. I met him at a festival last summer and we became long distance friends. Tim has visited me for a day several times before, but this weekend he offered to come over for two days and we agreed to spend the night stargazing together without sleeping. I loved the idea and immediately said yes. It was gonna be just us, a couple energy drinks, and some bench in the city center, and I was really looking forward to it.

The thing is, my mum does not like Tim. Like, at all. She thinks he seems very sleazy and generally distrusts him because he feels "too nice" for her. Mind you, he's just a somewhat shady looking guy who is generally pretty anxious he might make a bad impression, so he overperforms the whole "respectable member of society" act a bit around new people. I've introduced him to my friend group and even the more sceptical people absolutely love him and think he's a very sweet, helpful person. In basically every stressful situation I've ever seen him in he's been deescalating, protective and helpful, and he has on several occasions been my first source of comfort when things went to hell.

Today I told my mum in an offhanded comment that I won't come home between Sunday and Monday and the situation escalated completely. She was crying, accusing me of ruining her month, saying I didn't care about this family, it got ugly. The main point she had was that I was staying out all night with someone who's a total stranger to her and she doesn't trust him at all. In the end we compromised that Tim and I would spend the night awake, but not in the city, at home.

I feel really humiliated by this whole situation and honestly, kind of betrayed, because I was promised stuff like this wouldn't happen, and it just hits in a much safer situation than ones I've been in before (I used to get blackout drunk and sleep at parties a lot.). I'm a legal adult, have been for years now and it's so disappointing that my parents still treat me like a child sometimes and are so judgy towards my friends too. At the same time, I'm wondering whether I've acted wrong too by not telling her about this earlier and not taking her concerns that seriously. I forget sometimes that I talk to Tim every day for hours, but my parents only briefly ran into him once, so of course their view of him is skewed.

PS: I should add that when I told him about this, he immediately apologized, asked if I needed anything or wanted to change the plan and decided to dig out the least offensive outfit he could find so he'd make a good impression on my parents. So he's definitely trying his best.

#am i the asshole #aita

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panfluidme · 2 months

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Incorrect Quotes

Do note that all of my DC knowledge comes from friends, text posts, and three shows (Young Justice, Teen Titans, and Teen Titans Go)

— Damian: I like saying no. It lowers their enthusiasm — Tim: I’m fine Tim: It’s just that life is pointless and nothing matters and I’m always tired — Damian: Do you think that marrying penguins made some kind of statement? Tim: Yes Tim: The statement was that you're really lonely and you need a pet — Jason about Dick: Suspect is... obnoxious and irritating, even from a great distance —

Dick: I'm too young to die and too old to eat off the kids' menu Dick: What a stupid age I am

— Robin!Jason: Look. I might not have been a saint, but it's not like I killed anybody. I wasn't an arsonist. I never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground Batman: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that

— Alfred after setting up one of the Batkid's birthday parties: I would say I outdid myself, but I'm always this good. So I simply did myself — Jason: I came up with hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed — Jason after acting like he was Tim so he could stay up later: Why do bad things always happen to mediocre people who are lying about their identities? — Bruce: how did you get my children to gang up on me like this? Alfred: I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes — Bruce: Until I was 25 I thought the only response to ‘I love you’ was ‘Oh crap' — Tim extremely sleep deprived: You know what’s weird? Donald Duck never wore pants. But whenever he’s getting out of the shower, he always puts a towel around his waist. I mean, what is that about? Jason drunk out of his mind: Jason: I've never thought of it like that— — Jason: It hurts my Jason’s apple! Tim: For the last time, it’s not named after each individual man! — Tim: You didn’t cry when Bambi’s mom died? Bruce: Yes, it was so sad when the guy stopped drawing the deer

#batfam #incorrect quotes #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #the good place #parks and rec #brooklyn 99 #friends

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a-god-in-crime-alley · 3 months

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So I’mma do a quick rant on Tim and the whole “forever 17” thing people are always going on about.

Disclaimer: some of this is based on my own experience with how I changed as I got older and comments from people that I went months and years without seeing.

I’m AFAB so it’s not quite the same. But I’ve never been one to remember a skin care routine and have relied on good genetics and good hygiene to make this point.

When doing some calculations for another post (you’ve probably seen that post I reblogged about the batkids ages) it hit me WHY it doesn’t look like Tim has aged.

Sure it might just be a style choice because DC wants to keep a chokehold on their Teen audience with Tim. (Even though Damian is RIGHT THERE!!! DC stop making Damian look like Tim for the love of GOD!)

A lot of people don’t actually CHANGE that much from ages 16-24 as long as they are keeping to the same exercise routines and diets. With the exception of Tim’s Brucequest, he kept to a fairly stable routine for Years!

The reason most people change so much early on is because they drop off their usual exercise (gym class) and repetitive diet (school or packed lunch). So you see people’s weight fluctuating (this can have an effect of visible face shape) hair either thinning or thickening and skin either clearing or getting more acne.

Add this to Tim probably having pretty good genetics (his mom looked like she was maybe pushing 30 when she died but was probably closer to mid 40s. Both Janet and Jack were around 10 years older than Bruce, who would have been mid 30s at the time.)

Tim not showing any signs of facial hair can also be down to genetics. Some cis men just NEVER get more than a single chin hair, maybe a max of 5 sparsely scattered along their chin. Those guys usually just pluck them out. They never actually have to shave. Though I think we Have seen Tim shaving again one point. Can’t remember when.

Either way, it makes sense for Tim not to actually look his age in any more than muscle mass. He’s noticeably built compared to how he was when Damian was introduced. (When the artists are going for a more realistic art style.)

Then considering his most recent dimensional adventure to save Bruce after the shit with Failsafe, you see just how much older he looks next to his mother (from that universe) and she didn’t seem that surprised with how he looked. Meaning her version of him is probably around the same age, and anyone who read that issue can see she looked pretty young.

Add all this to the fact it’s Canon that Jason is 23! He’s only at most 3 years older than Tim but is probably closer to 2 years older. (With Jason being 15 going on 16 when he died. And Tim was 12-13 by the 6 month mark after Jason died and Tim became Robin.)

So in conclusion, DC needs to stop acting like Tim’s still a Teenager and acknowledge that he’s a lot closer to 21 (hell, if we go by proper calculations he SHOULD BE 21).

What I’m saying is give us Tim going out for drinks with his older brothers. Have him show up at Jason’s after something bad happens and ask if he’s still up for that drink (in reference to that one time Jason offered to get a 16 year old Tim into a bar.)

Give us Funny Drunk Tim shenanigans to balance out that Dick is a miserable drunk! Have Jason get stuck babysitting both of them because he’s the only one that can actually hold his alcohol. Have the Girls be watching and laughing from across the bar because they unintentionally had their Girls Night and the same place the guys had their Boys Night.

Please DC, I am Begging you!

#tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #Batfam #Tim isn’t 17 and I will die on this hill #neither are any of the Core Four #Connor isn’t even SUPPOSED to look like he’s aging because he was artificially aged in the cloning pod #Connor looks like a young 20 something and he’s supposed too!!!!#Literally all three of the others are Metas with powers than make aging moot!#Bart has super speed and such has super Healing #Cassie is a Demigoddess!!!!

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starluvrsblog · 8 months

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Roomates

Denki Kaminari x F!Reader

Summary - You and Denki pair up to share a hotel room together while the class is on vacay😨

CW - Smut, first tim, teasing, sub! Denki, pervert Denki (ofc), mentions of alcohol,(🍃)

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The two of you are settled in the room you were sharing, you couldn’t believe Aizawa let a girl and a boy share a room together. To be fair, nobody else really wanted to room with Denki, especially for 5 days straight. You were stuck with him on this island, you wake up? He’s there, you go back to the room to chill, there he is again. You couldn’t get enough of this boy even if you tried, and he definitely couldn’t get enough of you. “{Y/N}? Heyyy, I know you can hear meeee~ come onnnnn!” Denki whines, shaking you out of your disassociated state. “Hmm? Sorry denks, I zoned *yawn* ..out a bit” he eyes you up and down, since it was the class’s first day on the island, your teachers didn’t plan anything for the class to do, which was relieving especially after a 13 hour plane ride.

He digs through his backpack, and pulls out a bag of opened gummy bears, “ew why do you have those, how long have they even been in there?” He smirks, pulling one out and popping one in his mouth. “Oh no, they’re new, just had to make them look like they were from the actual brand..” you lift an eyebrow, invested in what mischevious acts he got himself into. He gets close to your ear and whispers something, you gasp and cover your mouth “Denki! Oh my god you could’ve gotten in so much trouble at the airport!” hitting him in the back of his head, “..so you want one?” you smile “hell yeah I do.” He grabs another gummy bear from the pack, grabbing your jaw and opening it before slipping the gummy into your mouth. You had never really done this thing before, sure you had gotten drunk before back in middle school, but weed seemed so much more serious and it honestly kind of freaked you out at first. But you were with Denki, so if anything were to happen you were atleast with somebody you trusted. The two of you giggle over what you had just done and you grab his hand, he turns his head and gets up, still holding onto you. You wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of his, when all of a sudden he pulls away and jumps up in excitement.

“Let’s go swimming!” The loud boy exclaimed, his hands still on your shoulders as you sigh “Denki its like.. 10 p.m. shouldn’t the pool be closed?”. He gives you that look, that look where you know he’s up to no good, “who said we couldn’t sneak in?” you roll your eyes and laugh, as you get up from your bed and begin to rummage through your suitcase to find your swimsuit. Denki sits on his bed, taking his shirt off as you look in his direction, his swim trunks were already on, “oh you asshole you were planning this since we got here, weren’t you?” He flashes a guilty smile, “what can I say? I’m full of great ideas, honey~” You couldn’t help but laugh, walking into the bathroom to change into your suit. Your head starts to feel a bit tingly, but you ignore it, you can hear Denki losing his shit over nothing in the other room, ‘idiot’.

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10:31 PM. The two of you are tip-toeing downstairs, sharkng quiet laughs as he opens the door to the entrance of the pool. Of course, the gate is locked as you expected, Denki holds you up as you grab ahold of the top of the tall fence, throwing yourself over to the other side as you land on your feet, but then stumble onto your ass due to the height of the fall. Denki starts to tear up from holding in his laughter as he climbs over the gate, he loses his grip, falling straight on his face, “SHIT!” He yelps, you can’t breathe, laughing so hard it could be heard from the top floor, he shoots you a dirty look as he wipes the dirt off of his face, throwing you over his shoulder while your gaurd is off. “Denks? Denks what are you doing, no NO-“ He jumps into the cold pool with you, you kick him under the water as you stick your head up from the water gasping for air, “you really are such an ass!!” He swims closer to you, “y’know you love me, you can’t lie~” he gets close to your face, he’s one flirtatious dude you’ll give him that.

You’re face gets hot, your wet skin touching up against eachother, it’s like he’s staring into your soul. The both of you breathing heavy, the silence is painful and he gets even closer, your skin almost glued to eachother. That’s when you hear a somebody outside of the gate, “shit!” you grab his head and push it under the water, you do the same, the lights are off so nobody would be able to see you under there, right? Wrong, it’s Iida, Aizawa had heard the two of you and sent the class president chasing after. “I can see you two, what on earth were you thinking? Go back to your rooms, your gonna get us all kicked out!” He scolds the two of you as the both of you are giggling, pulling yourselves out of the cold water. “Oh Iida your no funnn” the electric boy whines once more, shaking the water from his hair, “you should be lucky, this time I won’t tell sensei. You two are off the hook..” he eyes the both of you, arms folded “..for now”, you and Denki look at eachother, almost rolling your eyes in sync.

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You both were sitting on Denki’s bed, after showering the two of you were exhausted, bored, and needed something to do. Denki turns to you, “hey {Y/N}?” you hum, looking over at him as you fiddle with your phone, “do you, like have a crush on anybody?” you smile, “why would you like to know, one of your buddies send you on a mission to pair me up with them?” he turns away, his cheeks a darker shade of pink. “N..no.. was just wonderin’” Your smile fades as you yawn, heading over to your bed as you hide under the covers, the two of you both still intoxicated as he starts to complain “come on don’t go to bed yettt, I wanna do something~” Too late, you were out cold by the time he walked over to you, “pfft, lightweight.” He continues to stare you down, thinking about what you were wearing, a pair of tiny sleep shorts, and a tank top from a band you both enjoyed, Denki had gifted it to you last christmas. He then stumbled onto his bed, still staring at you, he thought about how pretty, and how hot you were in your pyjamas, and especially how amazing you looked in your swimsuit. “..Fuck..” He looked down at his crotch once he noticed his pants felt tighter around him.

God it was so wrong, but so hot. He begins to palm himself, letting out tiny, sweet moans as he continued to stare at your sleeping body, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the long plane ride. But he wanted you so bad, he lets out a loud whimper, that sure as hell woke you up, you lift your head as he jumps up, removing his hand from his still clothed dick. “..mmm.. Denks? You okay..?” You rub your eyes, letting your eyes readjust to the light, eyeing him and his frazzled, embarrassed state. “Y..yeah don’t worry about me.. j-just go back to sleep, i’m perfectly f-fine..” He didn’t look ‘fine’, you uncover yourself and walk over to him, putting the back of your hand to his forehead, “you’re warm, Sparky..” he loved it when you used nicknames, it drove him nuts. He breathes heavily, hoping you don’t notice his little ‘issue’, but it was already too late, as you were eyeing him down to see what was wrong, you saw the tent under his pants, but you decide to save him from the embarrassment, instead you decided to tease him a bit. You slowly trace you hands down his body, “..you sure you’re feelin’ alright, Denks..?” he whimpers slightly, he craved more than that, he wanted, needed more of you. “You wouldn’t wanna be sick the entire trip, you gotta tell me..” you lower down, finally straddling him “..if somethin’ isn’t feeling right” you could hear his heart beating at an inhuman speed.

“Fuck.. {Y/N} ~ g-get off of m..me~ or i..i..-“ you grind against him slightly, “you what Denks? Gonna cream your pants over some friction..?” His hands trembling, holding your waist as he stares into your slightly red, half-lidded eyes, he leans in, and finally kisses you. All day you had been teasing him, everytime you were close to kissing, something messed it up somehow. You break the kiss, “Denks..” his eyes widen, “d-did I do something wrong? I-i’m sorry!” he removes his hands from your waist, you smile and kiss him again, pushing him down so your fully on top of him.

That sure answered his question, his hands are above is hands as he lets you do all the work, he liked you being in charge, your tongues slickly rubbing against eachother as you continue grinding onto him. Breaking the kiss again, you slink down so your head is leveled with the band of his shorts, “you want this.. Denki?” he whimpers, letting out a small “yes.. p-please.. i’m beggin’ you~” His body shaking, you untie the strings from his pyjama pants, you look up at him for permission, he lifts his hips up slightly. You pull his pants down, and then hook your fingers on the rim of his boxers as he looks away, you pull down his boxers to reveal his twitching dick, leaking with precum. You were honestly shocked by the length, Denki didn’t really.. radiate big dick energy.

You open your mouth and maintain eye contact as you lick a wet strip up his length, before lowering your mouth, taking his cock in slowly as a groan escapes from his mouth. His hand slapping over his mouth as you bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around the tip every so often, “..babydoll, fuck.. you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me~”. A series of grunts, moans, and whimpers can be heard before you come up for air, a slight ‘pop!’ is heard when your lips seperate from his throbbing length.

“W-why’d you stop?” whining as you crawl on top of him, your hand intermingling with his as the other hand plays with his hair, he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck as he moans softly. He opens his mouth, suckling on your soft, sweet skin “mm~ Denks.. want you..” you moan slightly, “..need you, inside.” Groaning, he takes ahold of your waist and flips you onto your back, still eagerly feeding on your skin, purple marks all over your neck and chest. He looks into your eyes before lowering his head over to your left breast, lolling his tongue out as he starts to harshly suck on your nipple “Denki, mmph!” You cry out, you needed him so badly but he just kept teasing you, this had to be payback from earlier, “..baby, you gotta be quiet.. can’t have anybody hear us..”

You try to hold back your sweet sounds as he moves his head back up, kissing you hungrily, growling into the kiss as he starts to pump himself slowly. You couldn’t take it, you rub your thighs against eachother, trying to create any kind of relief from the need of the electric boy inside you. “Stop fuckin’ with me, just do it already you bastard~” he smiles, removing his hand from his length as he gets closer, ripping your shorts and underwear off. You can feel the tip of his dick pushing up against your needy, wet folds. Inhaling deep as he slowly pushes through your entrance “oh.. fuck! {Y/N} f-fuck!” is all he could say, dropping his head low, you try to contain yourself, a mix of pain and pleasure.

You dig your nails into his toned back, deep breaths are heard as he sips fully inside of you, there’s a familar, comforting silence between the two of you for a moment, you both still, refusing to move until you look up at him, weakly nodding as that devious grin of his appears back onto his face. Show thrusts begin, pumping in and out of your aching core, the sound of skin slapping and lewd noises fill the room. “{Y/N}, god.. you feel so.. ahh~” He sobs out, you can’t contain yourself as you finally lose all sense of dignity, “Denki, fuck ahh- your so good..”

This was so beyond wrong, you had completely broken the trust Aizawa had reluctantly granted the two of you as soon as you got there. One of Denki’s hands were latched onto both of your wrists, which were above your head at the moment, your legs were wrapped around him tight as he thrusted faster into you, neither of you could hold back, especially Denki. You sucked on his neck, marking him as well, making him go crazy, you were his and he was yours and he made sure you knew that too. What a submissive boy this guy was, sparks of electricity escaping his body as his sweet, high pitched moans were ringing through your ears. He hid his face the crook of your neck again, embarrassed at the current state the two of you were in, his thrusts got faster, deeper as he choked on his own sobs, you were in a state of bliss, never wanting to leave this sacred moment.

You felt it, an unfamiliar feeling in your core building up, quickly too. The grip of your legs tighten as he moves his mouth closer to your ear “..c-can’t take any more.. I need to-“ A small whimper interupts him, “..mm~ gonna.. c-cum! can I- cum inside.. pl-please?” You can’t contain yourself, you pull your wrists away from his grasp as you cup his face, “Denks.. do wh- ahh~ whatever you want to m-me..” that sent him over the edge, harsh thrusts abusing your pelvis and thick ropes of his seed coat your insides, he throws his head back and lets out one last pathetic moan before you release, the feeling of his seed abusing every pleasureable spot inside your cunt finally snapping that. Clamping down on his sensitive cock as you release all over him, as you cry out a series of profanities, he quickly pulls out and collapses on the bed next to you, it’s silent once more, the only things that could be heard was the loud breathing the two of you shared.

“What did we just do?” He looks over at you, panting as he stares at you with those golden eyes of his. “..fuck?? make love? whatever you wanna call it..” You look back at him, before frowning as you feel a sense of guilt, “what does this make us?” He reaches for one of your hands and squeezes it “..what do you want us to be {Y/N}” it’s quiet for a moment, “Eachothers, I.. I love you Denks, I never thought I’d say it out loud.. I really love you.” He smiles, getting closer to your exposed body, “..I love you too {Y/N}, I want to be yours, forever.”

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The two of you had walked into the breakfast room of the hotel the next morning, holding eachothers hands as quite a few of your classmates stare at you. “Real nice you two, please! By all means, be as loud as possible, not like any of us couldn’t hear you.” Mina has her hands on her hips, scolding the two of you as you both look down in embarrassment. “Oh real subtle guys, have a lightup sign saying you guys finally screwed while your at it, huh?!” Mineta chimes in, pointing at the hickeys trailed along both of your upper bodies, you couldn’t help but laugh as Mineta still scolds the two of you as you cross your arms.

“Someone’s really jealous, should’ve picked a better roommate~”

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A/N

y’all ik this was bad give me a break i’ve never written full on smut 😭

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Summary: After not seeing Yoongi for almost threee weeks, last night he showed up drunk at your doorstep and begged you to listen to him one last time.

this is part five of so it goes: series masterlist

< part four final part >

—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of? they're in love) to lovers, angst, fluff, smut aaaa

—warnings/tags: cursing, mentions of alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism, emotional constipation, short smut scene, unprotected sex, dirty talk etcetc

—words: 8.5k

a/note: HIIII friends!!! its been so long since a posted a full part of this series, this chapter was going to be much much longer but I decided to cut it in half and let this part sink in. I wanna thank all of the love songs that helped me write this chapter and all of you for waiting for me!!! As always, feedback is very appreciated :)

Change didn’t have to be drastic.

You remembered Yoongi’s words from a few months ago while you tried to keep your eyes open in the darkness of Nayeon’s room.

There was something you had to remind yourself during these last three weeks, the same thing you were trying to recall at that moment: you didn’t need Yoongi. It was true, you didn’t physically need him, you weren’t an extension of him, you were your own person. But on the other hand, you were in love with him, and you wanted him oh, so badly. The last displeasure that your heart could bear was feeling a certain burning in your chest when you realized that you had gotten used to him.

You grew used to the warmth of his chest when he fell asleep next to you, his humming when he was cooking, the cold of his pale hands and the way he sneaked them under your shirt to keep them warm. The number of mornings you'd spent talking in bed without wanting to get up had been too many not to miss the strands of his hair in your hands. The amount of his expressions that you had memorized were enough to get you used to him, so one day when you woke up and he wasn’t pressed to your back and his arms weren’t wrapped around your body, you realized that change, this time, was drastic.

Well, this was bad, but mostly awkward. Were those the consequences of your actions? You had always seen Yoongi as a collected person, he never overreacted, he always thought twice before acting, so when Jungkook posted that picture with Taehyung you never imagined that he was going to come and look for you, too drunk to even stand on his feet. Yes, you hoped for a text, maybe another call, but in the first place, the plan was bound to go wrong; If he had called or texted you, what would you have done? And if you had answered, what would you have said?

Yoongi didn’t call or text, instead, he came here and vomited all his words on the floor of your living room, you didn’t know what was worse. You felt so stupid when you realized that you weren’t ready to see him, you were planning to avoid Yoongi for the rest of your life if that meant that you didn’t have to talk to him ever again about this, but now he was right across the hallway, sleeping on your bed just like every other day, and if you held your breath long enough, you swore you could hear him breathing. It was like he fell asleep the instant his head touched the pillow, meanwhile you couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking of him on his knees, saying that he missed you.

You turned your head to the left and stared at the closed blinds. You saw a little bit of light coming through them, indicating to you that it was time to get up and take a shower long enough to put your thoughts in line and decide what you were going to do.

On the other side of the hallway, Yoongi stirred in bed and fought to come back to sleep, but the headache that hit him when he opened his eyes prevented him from it immediately. He hugged the pillow close to his chest as he let out a muffled curse. He had washed the sheets twice since you left, yet they still smell like your shampoo.

It was a matter of time until Yoongi realized that those weren’t his sheets, that was not his bed and that was not his bedroom. The memory of last night fell like a bucket of cold water over his head, reminding him of what he did and what he said. He tried to open his eyes again and saw that he was under your lilac covers, hugging one of your pillows thinking it was you. But you weren’t in his arms, he could hear the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom.

What. Had. He. Done?

It was not difficult to figure out, he had fucked up, again.

As drunk as he was, it was easy to remember everything he said and the fact that you didn't like it one bit. The image of your face the night before was presented in his memory as if it were a sentence, he could tell you were angry and he could tell this was bad.

The reason why it had taken so long to come looking for you had been simple, he didn't know how to do it. Many times he had thought of talking to Jungkook and asking him how he should make the first move since he was your best friend, but he remembered what Namjoon said, Jungkook took your side, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized he was on his own.

Being on his own didn't always mean a bad thing, in this situation it might have meant that he had to take responsibility for his own actions, to be a man and face his mistakes. But in case it wasn't already obvious, things had gone wrong, he hurt you (again).

After a few minutes he noticed you were taking too long in the shower, he knew you were trying to avoid him as much as possible.

He tried not to startle when he heard the door of the bathroom being opened, followed by the sound of your dragged feet and low murmuring. Scared for his life, he decided to do what any brave man would do, pretend to be asleep until you come looking for him.

You wrapped a towel around your head and put on the same pink pajamas you were wearing last night, slowly gathering enough courage to look him in the eye. It was okay, you reminded yourself, it was just Yoongi, the same Yoongi who fell on his knees and made a fool of himself last night.

When you finally decided to confront him, you found him lying on your bed shirtless. You looked down to your feet and found the black shirt he was wearing last night, you grabbed it and threw it over his head, making him jump in his place. “I know you’re not sleeping.” You said. He quickly sat straight, wasting no time in dressing up again.

“I was.” He argued with a raspy voice.

You hummed in response. “Yeah, sure.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you observed him rub his face with his palms, clearly hungover. His eyes were red and tired from the lack of sleep, even from the point you were standing you could tell he still smelled horribly like beer. He raised his head and looked at you like a lost puppy, but you didn’t have time to pity him, he was the one who decided to get drunk and come here.

For a moment he thought how funny you looked with the towel on your head, but the expression on your face said nothing of the sort. “Don’t look at me like that.” You warned him.

Yoongi had a feeling you weren’t going to be nice to him today.

“You are angry at me.” He confirmed.

“Should I not be?” You scoffed, “You are an adult, Yoongi, and yet you behaved like a child last night.”

Strong start, he thought.

You weren’t angry like, I’m mad because you ruined my notes angry. You were angry like, you made me cry and then you showed up drunk at my doorstep angry.

“I know I did, but-” He tried to explain, but you were quick to interrupt him.

“No, I don’t think you know.” You paused. He shutted his mouth, not daring to say another word. He was beginning to understand how this conversation would go. “Have you, for just a second, stopped and asked yourself how I would feel when I saw that you came looking for me?”

You waited for him to answer, but Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat.

“I was drunk.” Was the only thing he could manage to say.

“So that’s a no.” You said, feeling your words stacking up your throat, ready to vomit them. “Well, it wasn’t nice, that much I can say.”

Yoongi kept silent, scrambling on his head to find the right words to say, he didn’t want to say something wrong and have you get angrier at him, but you seemed to know exactly what you wanted to say, you even practiced in the shower.

“I couldn’t sleep last night.” You continued to say “I keep doubting if I should just tell you to leave, I didn’t know if this is the right thing anymore”

“Do you want to do that?” He asked, his voice was barely heard. Yoongi knew he couldn’t blame you if you suddenly decided that you didn’t want to speak to him anymore, he knew it was fair, he could only hope you wouldn’t do it. That was the thing about you, you had certain kindness in your heart that would never allow you to do that, Yoongi thought it was too much kindness sometimes, and he deserved none of it.

You took a seat next to him on the bed, turning your back at him. “I was not sure.” You answered, clasping your hands on your lap “I keep thinking about everything you said. It was not fair, Yoongi. It’s not like we don’t know each other, you didn’t just hurt me, you broke my heart.”

Yoongi suddenly felt his blood pressure drop, his soul leaving his body within an instant. That was not what he expected to hear. That was the only thing you needed to say for him to finally feel like a complete asshole, but he had it coming; a stake through his heart for breaking yours.

Then, he started stumbling with his own words “That was not-It wasn’t… I didn’t mean to do that-”

“Then what was it?” You asked, turning your head to look him in the eye. “I just want you to be honest with me.” He felt uncomfortable under your piercing gaze, feeling hostage of your eyes and his own mistakes, feeling hostage of the fact that he had broken your heart.

At that point, he was already a ball of nerves, his hands were sweating and his throat was dry —maybe that was just the hangover—. He tried to run away from you for three weeks, now he knew he couldn’t escape anymore. He was the one who decided to do this anyway, when he was very drunk and completely consumed by his feelings in the darkness of his bedroom. There was no plan B, plan A was just to tell the truth.

And how fucking hard was to tell the truth.

Yoongi sighed, “I made a mistake.” He admitted “Countless mistakes, actually. Starting from the top, I lied to you, I said a bunch of bullshit just because I was scared… I’m sorry, this whole thing terrifies me.”

You cocked your head to the side, looking for another kind of explanation in his eyes, but his gaze was fixed on his hands, unable to even steal a glance towards you. “Why?” You asked “I mean, why were you scared? I’m not… I would never hurt you.” Your voice came out as a whisper, low enough to make Yoongi’s heart clench in torment, he couldn’t help but hate himself for making you feel like you were the one to blame.

He filled his lungs with air and exhaled, thinking of a proper way of articulating his next words. Any kind of confidence the beer had helped him build the night before was gone the moment you decided to look him in the eye. Your eyes were two pools of sadness and he couldn’t do anything about it, it was wrong to even consider touching you, so he stayed in his place, holding his beating heart in his fist.

“That never crossed my mind.” He said “But I didn't know if I was willing to take the risk of you being with me and then finding out I'm not… worth it.”

You shook your head, as if you were trying to ward off any kind of empathy for the situation. Yes, he was hurt, but you couldn't ignore what he did to you. “What made you think that?” You murmured.

“Well, I’ve been told.” He tried to joke, chuckling nervously.

Silence followed his words. There was no need for Yoongi to explain that, you already knew. You had millions of questions regarding the ex girlfriend topic, but it was a line that you didn’t know if it was okay to cross.

Yoongi had told you that Dasom was the cousin of Jin’s girlfriend, Jin was a long time friend of his and at some point in his early twenties, his friend introduced her to him. Yoongi had told you she was not easy to deal with, she was rude and unapologetic, but Yoongi never talked about her like she was a bitch, he always talked like he just forgot the good things about her.

“I’m not her, Yoongi.” You dared to say, making him shift his eyes to yours.

He sighed “That I’ve been told as well, but it seems that my mind doesn’t understand that.”

You could feel offended by that, but you needed to understand him first. “So… What does your mind think about me?” You asked, your voice came almost timid, making Yoongi’s skin crawl. The question seemed silly, but you were serious.

Yoongi is reminded that you wanted him to be honest with you, but the question was a bit tricky. The answer sounded selfish in his head, he was sure it sounded the same way out loud.

“It says… that you didn’t like waiting for me.” He confessed. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, just a second ago Yoongi sensed that you were starting to become less angry, but now he was afraid that you would slap him in the face.

You turned your body to his, crossing your arms over your chest. You still looked funny with your pink pajamas and the towel over your head, but your face looked angry and upset. Yoongi would have laughed if he hadn't screwed it up so much. “It was a lot more complex than that.” You said, raising your voice like you were about to scold him, just like the night before “I told you I waited for you many times, but when I saw that nothing was changing I started to get tired. You told me you wanted me, then you said a bunch of bullshit and then you came looking for me. You can’t throw me away and come pick me up again three weeks later.” Yoongi sat quiet on his place, swallowing all of his words “I waited for you, but at the end of the day I feel fucking stupid for doing it.”

He couldn’t help but feel that no matter what he said, he was wrong and you were right, and the worst part is that it wasn’t too far from that.

“I’m sorry-” He choked out.

“You already said that.” You cut him. Yoongi couldn’t help but scoff.

“I’m trying to apologize.”

“Then do it.” You spat, pointing one finger to his chest. Yoongi felt like you just made a hole on his shirt.

He took a moment to organize his speech, you could see in his face how much he was struggling not to fuck up again, his hands hugged each other, his thumb strongly pressing over his knuckles “Fine, alright. This is not me… excusing myself, okay? I just want to explain everything.”

He looked at you and he suddenly realized both of your knees were touching, but you didn't move away. He looked for confirmation in your eyes, but you just nodded, signing him to keep talking. “The other day I told you I can’t make any promises, some part of me still feels that way, but the other part of me knows that I’m just scared. That doesn’t make it okay, I know… And you’re right, I acted like a child and not just yesterday, that night too. I said horrible things to you but I need you to know that they weren’t true and that I was completely wrong. This, whatever it is, it wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, it just happened. I’m sorry for making you feel like it was a bad thing.”

You felt a bit guilty when you watched him fighting to find the right words. You knew how difficult it was for Yoongi to express himself, if he was there trying to explain himself it had to mean something, right? You wanted to believe that, but you didn’t know when to let your guard down.

“The other night you said that you know that Dasom broke my heart but it wasn’t broken just for her, it was broken for my family, my mom, my brother and the friends that walked away because I put her first. I’m sorry for waiting so long to tell you this,” He continued to say “I wasn’t sure how to do it. I know it’s pathetic, I had to get drunk to be numb enough in case you didn’t want me anymore. I had to lie to you to protect myself and that was the last thing I ended up doing. I know you, I know you preferred to avoid me but I couldn’t bear it anymore. I’m sorry, I really am sorry for all of this, I’m sorry for pushing you away and I’m sorry for breaking your heart just because I was scared, and selfish, and fucking dumb. I was terrified of coming here and have to admit that I’m a coward.”

“Yoongi…” You spoke, rushing to stop him.

He just ignored you. “No, I mean, you were right that night. I treated you like you were crazy or something and then I wanted to fix everything, but I needed to think. I needed all this time, I don’t know if it’s too late, but I just couldn’t help but wonder, what if you decide to stay with me and then two months later you realize that it fucking sucks?”

Now it’s your turn to be left completely speechless. You thought there was going to be no place to feel bad for him, but you did anyway. That was naturally you, showing empathy in situations where other people would have just turned their backs. And this was Yoongi you were talking to, you understood his heart was broken too, you would have been an alien if your heart didn’t break just a little from seeing him so nervous.

His question was about an impossible scenario, you wondered how his mind came up with that.

“What would it suck?” You questioned, because it was the only thing you could do.

“Wouldn’t it?” He laughed, rubbing the palms of his hands on his face “You think about it all the time, I know you do, we’re different. I don’t like waking up early like you, I don’t know how to take care of plants. I’m an aries venus and you’re a taurus venus.” You blinked, his last comment making you scoff. He stopped abruptly to look at you to verify if you were really laughing at him. “I’m not joking.” He said, shaking his head “I’m going on tour in a few months and you still have to graduate. You said it yourself, we’re not compatible. What if you wake up one day and you realize it was just… sex?”

You snapped a glare at him “Is that the impression you have of me?”

“God, no. That’s not what I mean.” He rushed to say “This is the thing, I see the kind of girl you are and my mind tricks me into thinking you would never want me.”

You frowned “Like I’m too blinded by… your dick and that it doesn’t allow me to see that you’re actually a bad guy?”

Well, Namjoon was right when he told Yoongi that you were going to understand him just fine.

“No? I don’t know, maybe a certain part of it. Maybe you’re too good to see that I’m not going to make you happy.”

You looked around, wanting to burst into laughter for some reason. Yoongi noticed that the expression on your face finally softened, but you can’t utter a word yet.

“I…” You sighed, “First of all, it was never just about the sex, are you kidding me?” You murmured “We shared things together, even if we’re different, I don’t care how different we are, I actually like the things that set us apart.”

Yoongi felt his heart softening.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh… You know, if it wasn’t for you I would still be too caught up in the routine, you make it different. Last month we were planning a trip to the beach and we had to wait for summer, I was waiting for that. I waited for a lot of things, sometimes I thought I was being too obvious.”

“Like when?” He asked curiously.

“Like when I told you I missed you after not seeing you for two weeks.” You answered. “Or when I said that you didn’t have to be jealous because I wanted you, that kind of stuff. I was saving your seat the whole time, didn’t you realize?”

Yoongi blinked, feeling once again like a dick. He was aware of the amount of times that you hinted how much you wanted him, but his mind worked in a strange way, you were kind to every single person you knew, why would Yoongi be different? He was so inconspicuous among the people you loved that he thought he would never be able to have a stable place in your heart. He saw you gave a piece of it to every single person you met, but he wanted it whole. He wanted you whole, not just pieces.

“I baked you cupcakes for your birthday.” You said, bringing him out the loophole of his mind.

“You didn’t.” He reminded you.

“I bought you cupcakes for your birthday.” You corrected yourself “Chocolate cupcakes, with frosting on top, and they were the most expensive. I paid good money for them and I wouldn’t have done that for everyone.”

“What about Nayeon? Or Jungkook?” He asked, suddenly feeling more confident to get closer to you.

“I would have done that for them too, because they are special to me.” You said “I even thought of not doing that for you because I was afraid that you would realize…” Your voice became small at the end of your sentence, Yoongi’s heart shook in his chest like it was defrosting after all these weeks.

“That I would realize what?” He dared to ask, a smirk tugging from the corner of his lips.

“I’m still angry at you, don’t make me say it.” You warned.

The tension in the room eased, but he believed you. You were still angry at him, he didn’t know how long you were going to be angry, but he knew he could wait for that time to come. He moved closer to you, testing if it was okay to approach you. You stayed in your place, observing his every move, waiting for his next step.

“I wasn’t lying on Nayeon’s birthday.” He breathed out.

“Weren’t you?” You whispered. His proximity made your stomach flip like it was the first time he was this close to you, it made you incredibly anxious. A sudden spark appeared in your eyes, it felt like a punch in Yoongi’s guts.

“I wasn’t.” He confirmed. “You’re the only one I want.”

You hissed, taking a moment to think about it a little bit longer. “You want me” You said. “But… Do you trust me?”

“Trust you?” He repeated, a confused expression marked his face.

“Yes…” You affirmed “Is it okay to ask if it would be possible to not think of your past when you see me and just… trust me?” You paused for a second, letting him take your words one by one.

He seemed taken aback, he surely didn’t expect that question, it didn’t even cross his mind.

“Trust you in… what?” He questioned, feeling smaller under your gaze.

“In everything.” You explained, “I understand what you’re feeling and I don’t want to sound like I’m pressuring you to do something, but if you want me I need you to trust me that I want you too, that I think that you’re a good guy and that I’m not going to leave, even if we’re different, even if your mind tells you that.”

Yoongi was not sure of anything lately, these past few weeks seemed like a blur to him, gaps filled with music and work, the sound of his phone notifying him of a hundred missed calls, sadness and anger and Namjoon coming to visit him and putting him to sleep by the end of the night. They were filled with you and the sound of your voice that echoed in every corner of his apartment, and the image of your body under his and that damn video he recorded before flying to Japan, the smell of your shampoo on his sheets and the unbearable memory of you crying because he had hurt you. He was not sure of almost anything, just that he fucked up, but he knew he wanted to trust you with all his might.

Yoongi didn’t know what to say, or maybe he did but he didn’t know how to. There were certain feelings or words that he would never allow himself to say out loud, like when you think of something hurtful but you don’t say it out loud because you know it’s bad, it was the same with love. When he thought about how in love he was with you, he never planned on telling you because he thought that sooner or later the love he had for you would hurt you.

You seemed to have changed his mind, but how should he say it?

He thought this was not the time for burying his words or saving them for another day, so he just told you.

“I made you a song the other day.” He confessed, taking you by surprise. You looked at him wide-eyed, observing him leaning his back against the wall and his shoulders drop “I started writing it one night but I couldn’t finish doing it, so I just did the music and it was done in three days, but when I had to continue with the lyrics I realized I didn’t want to finish it.”

“A song?” You asked, he nodded in confirmation “About what?”

“A goodbye song.” He murmured “I was very drunk, very sad, but it made me think, I really didn’t want to write you a goodbye song, I wanted to write you a love song, I never made one of those. So I had a plan, I needed to make things right before making you a love song.”

You couldn't ignore your heart fluttering, no part of your body seemed to be under your control anymore. “This was your plan?” You managed to ask, scared that he might hear how loud your heart was beating against your chest.

“Of course this wasn’t my plan.” He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “This was… plan b.”

“Very effective.” You laughed “I’m guessing plan a was a bit difficult, then. What was it?”

“To tell you that I love you.” He breathed out “A lot, too much. So much that everyone noticed it before me, so much that it made me act like an idiot.” You felt your heart skip a beat, the tip of your fingers and your whole body tickling. It was almost embarrassing how weak you became when you were with Yoongi, you tried hard to put on a bad face and call him on his shit, but the second you saw his eyes full of regret the tiny you begged you to forgive him, to ease his pain with a kiss on the forehead, and now this? If this had been more like a fight, he would have already won twice.

The look on his eyes tore apart your soul, but he continued to talk regardless.

“Being in love with you terrifies me because everytime I see you I see a nice person, and yes, you make me want to be a better person too, but what if I can’t?”

“You are a good person already…” You murmured.

“Well, I do want to trust you and I do want to believe you, but I’m not easy, baby. I have never been easy.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and turning your whole body to him, grabbing his face between your two hands and bringing him closer to you. You startled him, leaving him speechless.

“You’re too…” You said between gritted teeth.

“Too?” He whispered.

“Stubborn.” You spat. “I’ve been seeing you for almost nine months, I think I learned a thing or two about you. I know you, Yoongi, there’s no need for you to make a powerpoint introduction of all your insecurities and why I should not be with you because of them.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, you managed to steal a smirk from him. “I was about to take out my laptop.”

“I’m not kidding!” You exclaimed, squeezing his cheeks even more. “I’ve been saving you a seat for too long, it’s time for you to realize that I’m in love with you, and love doesn’t come with warnings. I’m a big girl, I know what I’m doing.”

Yoongi shut his eyes close “You’re so corny…” He whined.

“Shut up!” You said, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer to kiss his lips. You kissed him roughly, fast and almost desperate. He caught your waist with both hands and pressed you against his chest, not willing to let you go. Yoongi knew you weren’t wearing any lip gloss that morning, but he swore he could taste the strawberry on your lips.

Somehow, your heart sighed in relief, and his did too. Even if you didn’t know if everything was completely alright, you felt like it was fine for now.

You pulled back, trying to catch a breath, but with the aim of asking only one thing “But since when?” You uttered.

A bright and big smile was plastered on his face, he didn’t want to answer that, but to keep such a detail away from you felt almost like a crime, he knew you would insist.

“There’s this one time,” He said, “when we went to that party with Jungkook and I wanted to go home. I didn’t tell you because you were having fun but you just knew, you brought me here and we drank tea. In the kitchen bin I saw a pregnancy test and you told me that Nayeon had to take it that morning but it came negative.” He said, listing the events of that night.

You laughed about the accuracy of his description, clearly remembering the gossip session. “I remember that.”

“Yeah, that was it. I think I felt it before I knew about it, and then I tried to deny it.” He said, there was a certain regret that filtered in his voice.

You squished his face between your palms. “It’s okay now, you don’t have to deny it.”

“I know.” He nodded, pressing his lips together like it was yet hard for him to believe such a thing. Old habits die hard after all.

“And I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m not anyone else, I’m just me, and I love you.”

Yoongi almost saw hearts forming in the color of your eyes, looking at him with the love of the whole word encapsulated in just a glance. For the first time in weeks, he felt relieved. “You’re just you.” He said. “Thank God, then.”

When he tried to approach you to kiss you again, you grabbed him by his shoulders and stopped him. “Stop, you smell horrible. You can’t kiss me again until you take a shower and brush your teeth.”

“Why are you ruining this moment? You are mean.” He complained but obeyed anyway, getting up from the bed. He shook his head in disapproval and began to wander your room in search of a set of clean clothes, finding some old shirts that you never returned to him and a pair of boxers. Just like that, Yoongi was back in your room like it was part of it from the start.

He left to take a shower, leaving you on the bed waiting for him.

After a few minutes you heard the shower stop and the sound of the curtain being opened, followed by Yoongi’s voice calling your name, which immediately caught your attention; Yoongi almost never called you by your name, for some reason he was used to call you by pet names or just the word baby, so when you heard every syllable of your name being yelled from the bathroom, you headed towards it.

Behind the door was Yoongi already wearing his clean clothes, his wet hair falling like a curtain over his confused face. “I can’t find my toothbrush.” He explained. You blinked, remembering that there was no such a thing as Yoongi’s toothbrush in your home anymore, but didn’t say anything, letting him draw his own conclusions. Yoongi understood within an instant, squinting his eyes at you and pointing at you with his finger. “You threw it away!” He accused you.

“Of course I threw it away.” You said with no shame whatsoever “And you should be grateful that I did because Nayeon wanted to keep it to use it on a spell to curse you.”

Yoongi frowned “Curse me?” He asked. You nodded without hesitation. “To kill me?”

You snorted. “No? So your dick wouldn’t get hard for a year.” You corrected as you looked for another toothbrush on one of the drawers. You found a pink one that you haven’t used yet and handed it to him. He grabbed it, but looked at you with horror in his eyes.

It sounded like a joke, but Nayeon was very serious about it. She said that her aunt tried it with her husband when he cheated on her but didn’t know if it worked. She insisted and said that you didn’t lose anything by trying, but you said no ultimately, not because you had mercy on Yoongi, but because it terrified you to do such a thing alone and then doing it wrong, afraid of summoning an entity and having it chase you forever.

Nayeon offered to pay a witch to do it instead, but there was no way you were going to spend money on cursing Yoongi’s dick.

“I guess she doesn’t like me very much right now.” Yoongi said, putting toothpaste on the toothbrush and beginning his task.

“She is not your biggest fan.” You pouted, patting him on the back and turning around to leave him alone in the bathroom now that your mission was over.

As you were laying in bed waiting for him, you felt the lack of sleep slowly catching you, making you struggle to keep your eyes open, but he didn’t delay too much, coming back to bed to hug your waist and rest his head on your shoulder, burying his nose on your neck. Now he smelled nice, like soap, shampoo and toothpaste.

“I have a question.” He murmured against your skin “About last night.”

“What?” You said, turning your head to him.

Yoongi took a second to formulate the sentence. “Mmm… Were you on a double date?”

You wanted to laugh, but you couldn’t. For no reason at all you would allow Jungkook’s plan to be revealed, it was a secret that you must take to your grave. If Yoongi ever found out about it, he would laugh about you and never, under no circumstance, let you forget it. So no, you won’t ever admit it.

“That wasn’t a double date.” You said, trying to play it cool.

“That looked like a double date to me.”

“How so?”

“Jungkook was with Bora, they are a couple, and you were with…” He tried to explain, but Taehyung’s name got stuck on his throat.

“Taehyung?” You said, finishing the sentence for him.

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever his name is.”

“Taehyung.” You repeated. Yoongi scrunched his nose like the sound of your new friend’s name was making his teeth hurt. “He's a friend of Bora, and it wasn’t a double date, that was just me hanging out with friends.”

There was not a happy look on Yoongi’s face “So he’s your friend now?”

“Maybe? I met him yesterday and he’s a really nice guy.”

“Okay, I don’t want to hear more of that.” He shook his head, coming back to rest his head on your shoulder as you laughed.

“More of what?” You questioned “I don’t think I owe you any kind of explanation.”

Yoongi didn’t know if he wanted an explanation, in fact he would have preferred to be hit by a train rather than imagine you laughing with another guy the way you did with him. But you were right, you didn’t owe him an explanation, which made Yoongi insides twist. Yes, you forgave him; yes, you said you loved him, but you needed him to be clear, maybe just for the sake of torturing him, but he didn’t care as long as it was you doing it.

“You can stop being mean with me.” He said, making you laugh harder. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you from now on if you keep being like this.”

“I don’t know.” You snuggled closer to him, if that was even possible “What are you going to do with me?” You teased him, there was a flirty tone in your voice but Yoongi didn’t hear it quite clearly, he was feeling absolutely defeated. He knew this wasn’t it, this wasn’t the end of his sleepless nights overtaken by nightmares and the sound of Dasom’s voice asking him to leave, but he preferred to think this was more like a beginning, and you were right there, looking at him with eyes full of love. You didn’t seem like you were about to leave.

“That depends on if you’re still mad at me.” He wanted to know, just in case.

You pretended to think about it. “Mmm… No, I don’t think so. I’m happy right now.” You confessed. “But don’t make me angry again.”

“Fine, I won’t, but I want to make sure, you know? Before someone gets ahead of me and asks you first.” He said, trying to sound unbothered. “Would you be my… Girlfriend?” He asked, the question coming out of his mouth uncomfortably, making one of your brows crease.

“Why do you say it like that?” You questioned. Yoongi groaned, annoyed. He was dumb if he thought you were going to go easy on him.

“Like what?”

“Like it’s a weird word.” You kept going.

“Because it’s a silly question!” He admitted.

“You’re digging your own grave, Yoongi. May I remind you there’s a long line of hot guys wanting to make me their girlfriend?” You tried to push him away, but he grabbed your waist tightly, keeping you pressed against him. “And yet you’re here saying it’s a silly question? I expected a declaration of love.”

He squinted his eyes at you, remembering what Namjoon said the night he came to his house to visit him, “You managed to make a girl like that stay with you and you let her go?”. You were the prettiest and smartest girl he knew, and even if you were joking he knew there were probably plenty of guys like Kevin who hoped you forgot about him just to give them a chance.

“I did declare you my love.” He justified himself “I even tried to kneel for you last night.”

“That was not a declaration of love, that was embarrassing.” You said.

He frowned “You’re so rude, honestly. There’s a line of girls waiting to be my girlfriends too, you know?” He tried to joke, but you just turned around, turning your back to him.

“Fine.” You said bitterly “Go ask them, see if they can stand you.”

Yoongi started to laugh then, wrapping his arms around your torso and squeezing you. “I’m joking.” He said, but you just groaned. You felt one of his hands coming to your cheek and turning your face to his, kissing your lips softly. “C’mon, baby, let me make you my girlfriend once for all.” He whispered “I didn’t care about the line of girls, anyway. I just want you, I always wanted just you.”

His words made your cheeks turn red pathetically, you felt your face getting hotter and your heart fluttering inside your chest.

“You’re so cute.” You said, turning around again and grabbing his cheeks just to kiss him again “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, what took you so long?”

Yoongi sighed. “Don’t remind me.”

There was a beat of silence in the room where you pulled him closer to your body and curled your legs to make space for him so he wouldn't fall of the bed, Yoongi took the opportunity to fall asleep in your arms and you followed him shortly after, feeling like you were sleeping on a cloud.

It would be hard for Yoongi not to remind himself what he did or what he said, maybe he would still have to deal with some confusing thoughts in the next months, maybe he would still wake up in the middle of the night after replaying some ugly memory from the past, but he wanted to make sure that you were going to be there sleeping next to him just like that morning, he wanted to trust that your smile would be enough for him to forget about it just for a minute, he could handle the rest of his demons himself.

The following morning Yoongi kissed you goodbye because he had to check up on Holly, but he promised to come back the next day. Only when you were alone you texted Jungkook, who called you immediately when he read that his plan had worked, he had put you on speaker so Bora could hear that he was right, Yoongi had indeed come to your apartment to look for you because he thought you were on a date. You had explained to him that Yoongi was drunk and if it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have come, but Jungkook refused to listen to you take all the credit away from him, he was a mastermind (he was not).

You remembered that you owed Taehyung a text as well with an update of the situation, but you were disappointed when you found out that his luck wasn’t the same as yours. Taehyung insisted that it was okay and that he expected it anyway, but you still wished his heart could have a relief.

On the other hand, you did not say a word to Nayeon and asked Jungkook not to mention it to her either. Yoongi was lucky that she wasn’t here last night because she would have punched him on the face and then sent him home walking, so considering that you knew you had to think a way of telling her that from one day to another Yoongi was suddenly your boyfriend, that he had come and apologized and told you he loved you, and worse, you had to tell her that you forgave him and that you told him that you loved him too.

You didn’t seem too worried though, two days later you began to forget that Nayeon was supposed to come back that night. It started with the afternoon rain and then, Yoongi’s classic plan to watch a movie on the couch, except for the fact that you weren’t going to watch that movie, you figured that out before him.

In your defense, you were in a haze. You were feeling like a teenager from the moment he came back, he walked through the door and greeted you like he just came back from the war, lifting you in the air and kissing you against the wall. You had an undeniable attraction for each other’s bodies, even though he had missed more than that, he missed you in every way. He missed the way you buried your nose on the skin of his neck, he had missed your soft kisses, your bad jokes and the way you bickered with him, but that afternoon it was impossible to ignore the elephant in the room, and you had missed him as much as he missed you.

When you wanted to look back, you already had taken his shirt off, your pajama shorts were already gone and it was already too late to stop when he decided to rid up your shirt, telling you to keep it there up your chest to kiss your breast as he pushed your panties aside to bury himself between your legs.

In the past weeks there had been no time to even think about sex, only then, under a fuzzy blanket and under Yoongi’s body, you realized how much you missed him in that way.

He thrusted in and out of you, burying his face on the crook of your neck and whispering non stop how much he missed you.

There was no point in hiding that you missed him too. You had missed the way he kissed your neck and whispered bold words in your ear, you had missed his hands on every part of your body, you had missed the way he commanded you and the look of satisfaction on his face when you obeyed him.

Maybe the worst (or best) part of Yoongi was that he knew exactly how to take advantage of you, he knew exactly what to say to make you crumble apart under him. He used sweet words and showered you in praises, he kissed, bit and sucked your neck until he left a mark, he pulled your hair and made you look him straight in the eye as he drilled in and out your pussy.

“Didn’t you miss this, baby?” He asked, starting to thrust particularly hard this time. “Missed having my cock this deep inside you?” He continued to ask, voice airy and almost crazed. He felt like he was fucking you for the first time, hearing your sweet moans and seeing your tits bounce in front of his face like the first time. You moaned in response and nodded repeatedly, shutting your eyes close when you felt one of his hands traveling up your chest to roll one of your nipples between his fingers. “You’re so good, baby, being a good girl and taking me so well. You deserve to cum all over my cock, do you want that, baby?”

You clenched your walls around his cock, making it obvious how much it turned you on the way he was talking. “Y-yes, please.” You begged, too over the edge not to “Please, please, don’t stop.”

He scoffed, leaning forward to kiss your open mouth, moaning in your mouth as he slipped his tongue past your lips without further warning. “Mmm, I’m not stopping until I fill you up.” He said, making you let out a loud whine when he gripped your thigh to try to fuck you deeper. He quickly noticed that he had found that sweet spot of yours that made you cry and whine, milking his cock like the good girl you were. Just the thought of his cum dripping down your cunt was making him go crazy, but neither of you realized that time was ticking.

To start, Yoongi didn’t really like quickies, he was planning to fuck you all night until all you could remember was his name and the feeling between your legs as he pounded inside you, it was the only thing he could think of as the room began to be filled with the sound of your high pitched moans and your hips crashing with each other. That, and the fact that both of you were completely gone were the reason why neither of you heard the sound of the keys or the door opening. You could only get out of the trance when you heard a loud scream in the middle of the living room and the sound of Nayeon cursing as he ran to his bedroom.

Fuck.

Nayeon had come back.

Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks the second he heard your friend, but she already saw and heard enough. Removing himself from inside you abruptly, he looked at you with the most horrified look on his face, asking for an explanation.

It was certainly not the first time that Nayeon had heard some suspicious activity, but she had never seen anything of the sort, and Yoongi was never the kind to be careful of not being caught, but this time was different. Nayeon hated Yoongi for what he did to you, so he was trying to avoid being seen by her, he knew that now she probably wanted to eat him alive.

You helped yourself sit straight by grabbing his shoulders, a shiver ran down your spine “I forgot.” You said in the tiniest whisper he could ever have heard. Any trace of your climax was gone in just a second, your big eyes shined with worry in the darkness of the living room as your face quickly became as red as a tomato, Yoongi thought you were about to start crying of embarrassment.

“You’re kidding.” He wanted to laugh, but he knew better than making you angry at that moment. Instead, he helped you to put back on your shorts.

“This is your fault!” You whined, pulling up his boxers and pushing him out of your way.

“How is this my fault?” He complained “You were the one screaming for my-”

Did Nayeon hear that?

You wanted to cry.

“Shut up!” You cut him, getting up and shaking your head in denial. “I’m gonna… Talk to her.”

“Yup, you should do that.” He agreed, picking up his shirt from the floor.

“You should hide in my room.” You ordered him.

“Hide?” He questioned, already dressed. “I’m gonna need to take a cold shower after that.”

You rolled your eyes.

“If you get out of my room before I finish talking to her I’m never touching your dick again.” You warned.

Then, Yoongi’s smile was whipped out of his face. He nodded, following you towards the hallway to hide in your room like you asked.

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