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Only for Love || Mingyu - Part 3

Pairings: Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Husband!Mingyu, Cold Wife!Reader, Arranged Marriage au, Contract Marriage au, Divorce au

Synopsis: When an accidental discovery has your perception of happy married life crumbling down, you do what you think is the best for everyone involved. Naturally, your opinion of the best doesn't cater to your husband's. So what happens when things spiral out due to unforeseen events?

Warnings: character death, mentions of pregnancy, Mingyu acts dumb, reader goes through a whole lot of emotional turmoil, mentions of divorce, tears, profanities, major angst.

Word Count: 5.7k

@wongyuuu thanks a lot for brainstorming out this with me & happy birthday, love! 💕🎂

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Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Mingyu returns to an empty house. He waits for you for an hour, two hours and when the clock strikes midnight his mind clouds with concern. He fishes out his phone and ignoring the series of notifications that keeps on popping up, he calls you.

But with all his calls remaining unanswered, Mingyu surges in panic and calls Soonyoung who's extremely pissed and shows his discontentment through a dry, edgy reply.

"She left with Minghao."

That's the only line Mingyu hears before getting hung up. And Soonyoong does not pick up his call again.

And now he sits rooted to the couch, tapping feet in anxiety and worry with no idea about your whereabouts and who the hell is Minghao?

His thoughts bounce off the walls and he decides to take his car and drives off to find you aimlessly. He goes to your office only to be greeted by the security. He goes to the café you are regular at, knowing very well that it would be closed but he makes a round just for his sanity. He knocks on your apartment door but it's empty just like the house was.

Dejected he fishes out his phone to call your uncle when the notification of your name flashes on the screen.

'Meet me at home within fifteen minutes.'

There's no way he's gonna get home within the said timeframe but just as he rushes towards his car, his phone vibrates again.

'Half an hour. Don't run the red lights, don't run over people.'

Mingyu listens to your advice and thankfully he reaches you in one piece.

But he stands frozen as he sees you in the hallway carrying a duffle bag.

"Where were you?", no greetings, you ask checking your watch.

Mingyu knows you know and you know that he knows that you know.

"I had to leave with Sora."

"And who's she?"

Mingyu bites his tongue before answering, "My ex."

"What made you go somewhere with your ex rather than watch your wife getting felicitated?", your voice is calmer than usual and it scares your husband to the bones.

He stays silent. And you wait for him like you have all the time in the world.

"I can't tell you right now, Y/N. I'm sorry.", he answers quietly, lowering his gaze.

"Okay.", you say and Mingyu looks at you flabbergasted. Before he could speak, you add,"I'm going to stay at my uncle's."

Mingyu feels electrified, the sensation which burns his whole body, itches on his skin and scratches at the throat.

"I'm sorry, I know it is an unacceptable behaviour of me but please trust me. I haven't done anything to be ashamed of.", Mingyu grabs your hands and blabbers, "You can stay with your uncle but please tell me when you are going to return, that you're going to return."

You pull back your hands from his grip, "I don't think I'll be returning anytime soon.", you say sternly, "I had something to share with you but this isn't the right time."

"Y/N--"

"Before I leave, tell me one thing. Are you going to keep seeing her?"

Mingyu flares at this, "I'm not seeing her for fucks sake! I would never do something bad, I'm your husband."

You stare at him for a solid minute, "You didn't answer my question. Anyways, I'm disappointed. Keep yourself in my shoes and give it a thought."

"Let me drive you, it's late.", he offers.

"You don't have to worry about me, Minghao is already waiting with his car."

Mingyu twitches on hearing the name for the second time, "And who's that?"

"I can't tell you right now, Mingyu. I'm sorry.", you mimic his words from before and just as you are about to cross the threshold, you whisper shaking your head, "You can't even put yourself in my shoes..."

Mingyu watches you leave with a grim heart.

It's been a two weeks since you've been living with your uncle. And though you've left home in despair, Mingyu has somehow made it a mission to win back your trust.

But who's gonna tell him that you never doubted him, you were just mad, just like a teenage girl who can't keep her act straight in front of her love.

He calls you every night. For the first week you didn't pick up his calls but when your anger started to subside you entertained his calls but never spoke much, just listened to him telling how his day went. He asks every time if could visit you, getting a straight no as reply. He might be obedient but he's sneaky as hell because most of the times when you're getting off work you somehow see him engrossed with some conversation with Soonyoung at the parking.

What is he doing at your workplace almost everyday, when he could crash at Soonyoung's place. Why does Soonyoung have to call out your name every time when you're walking past them, roping you into some small talks.

Soonyoung is the imposter.

And why does everytime aa you are about to take leave after the conversation, Mingyu asks you the same question, "When are you returning?"

You never answer.

"You've gotta be kidding me!", Seokmin yelps. They all have gathered at Mingyu's place because everyone is stressed and wants to know what is actually happening.

"There are all sorts of rumours at the workplace. And I wanna punch everyone in the face.", Soonyoung says dejected, "Minghao and Y/N went to the same university so some are saying that they have dated during that time." he takes a chug from the can and continues, "And since Mingyu didn't show up at the event last time, it has sparked the speculations."

Mingyu sits head lowered, rubbing his hands all over the face.

"I'm sure Minghao likes her. I can tell by the way he looks at her.", Soonyoung puts it down.

"What about Y/N?", Mingyu asks his heart beating in his chest rapidly.

"What do you think dumbass?", Junhui glares at him.

"Woah, I'm offended now that you asked that question.", Hansol speaks in distaste.

"It's been a month without her.", Mingyu sighs, his lips curl down, eyes filled with concern, "I think everything was going back to normal, assuming by the way she responded, I felt like she'd be coming back anytime but she has gone radio silent suddenly. For the past two weeks she isn't responding to my calls or texts, she is even working from home."

"Yeah maybe Minhee can tell something", Junhui suggests, "But I doubt she'd spill anything if Y/N has told her not to."

The evening bleeds into night and the guys keep on chatting when suddenly Jeonghan who hasn't been much involved decides to speak.

"Now that Sora is back? What are you gonna do?"

The laughters die down and room falls silent with all the eyes on Mingyu.

"What's going on guys? Is there something we don't know?", Seokmin asks in fear.

Jeonghan leans back on the couch and looks at Mingyu, saying, "I think it's time, they should know. I'll go first, that day Mingyu left with Sora to meet me. Apparently, the guy Sora had left Gyu for turns out to be a douch. Won't go to the details but he kept blackmailing her, so desperate to save herself and afraid that I won't be meeting her if she went alone, she took him with her. I'm skipping the legal parts and that guy has been sort of taken care off. But that's not where it ends.", he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "The problem is that Sora wants him back now."

Gasps erupt through the room.

"Why did I see it coming though?", Seokmin says, "You have said no straight to her face right, Min?", he asks Mingyu.

The silence that follows horrifies every other one present in the room.

"Don't tell me...", Hansol trails off, eyeing his friend in utter disbelief.

"It's not what you're thinking.", Mingyu frowns, "I haven't said anything to Sora. But I have loved her for so long it's rolling back like a habit.", he hesitantly looks up and sees a bunch of disappointed faces, "But if it had been the previous me, I'd have gone to her in a snap but I'm changed now."

Mingyu gives a wry smile when looking at the relief washing over his friends.

"Here's the real deal begins. We have been married for over two years, in a few months we'd be hitting the three year mark. It's a long time right?", he sweeps his gaze across the large wedding frame of you both on the wall, "Instead of being a couple, I feel like living with a roommate. No feelings involved. She's stoic, nonchalant and even inconsiderate sometimes, even if I think that there's something between us, her actions act as bucket of cold water on those thoughts. I understand that not everyone is the same and I agree that Y/N has changed but somehow we're still at the starting point and it's starting to tire me out. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this marriage--"

There's a sudden thud and all the necks turn in unison only to find you standing by the hallway and your bag on the ground.

Heartbreak is one thing but the humiliation is another form of descend you're currently facing. You return your home only to find your husband shit talking about how unhappy he is in this marriage to his friends.

And the biggest loss turns out to be how you're the only one who thought that it's a happy, perfect marriage. Your husband isn't wrong when he said that you're inconsiderate.

Tears prick at your eyes but aren't you stoic, nonchalant so why should the people infront of you get the leverage to see you vulnerable? They shouldn't, so you pick up your bag and walk past them going straight into the guest room.

There are continuous knocks on the door. Your phone keeps ringing but you pay mind to none. Your mind only reels the words of your husband from before.

The previous you would have stomped out of the house but now, you can't. The situation has changed, the circumstances are different and you are totally lost.

Because there's a life is growing inside you. The reason you decided to return home tonight but your second attempt at letting Mingyu know that he's gonna be a father cracks again. The first attempt was the night where Mingyu chose Sora over you. He doesn't want you, would he want to raise a child with you?

Maybe you shouldn't have gotten married, maybe you shouldn't have fallen in love with your husband and maybe she's better, the previous you who knew you're undesirable, who knew that people like you are unlovable, who very well knew how to maintain a boundary.

You have lost the track of time but you sure can hear voices from the other side of the door. You think attachment is something you can't effort, you are not people's people.

So that's how what Mingyu had said, you turned into his roommate. Since that day, you have settled in the guest room. You don't get out of your room unless it's an emergency. You leave for work early and return home at late hours.

You haven't spoken to Mingyu since that day. You've rejected all his advances of striking a conversation. But you're thankful to him for making you food everyday because you can't eat anything else, it makes you nauseous.

"Hey, are you okay?", Minghao asks worried as he takes a sit beside you at the cafeteria of the office, "You have been throwing a lot."

You nod your head, avoiding his gaze, "I'm fine."

Minghao doesn't buy your words but you both settle in the comfortable silence and until he gasps.

You cock brows looking at him.

"Are you pregnant?", he gasps, "Oh my god."

You freeze and slap your hand over his mouth and proceed to tell him everything that has been happening.

"So Mingyu doesn't know yet. And he's being a jerk ever since his ex-girlfriend returned.", Minghao says in anger. He sweeps a gaze across your face and his eyes soften, "You love him, don't you?"

You avoid his gaze again, you don't answer him.

A sad smile graces on his lips as he reminiscences the past. How he had practically clinched himself in your life. How he had fallen in love with you but knew that you wouldn't reciprocate, the reason why he disappeared abruptly from your life years ago. The apologies are always on the tip of his tongue for leaving you alone, for creating the safe place but also leaving it void.

"You know you shouldn't be taking stress. I know it's not easy but I'd suggest for you both to sort things out, atleast for the baby.", he says patting your back in a comforting manner, "If Mingyu does anything to hurt you again, tell me I'll beat him for you."

"Thanks Hao.", you say smiling.

"Also let me know if Soonyoung bothers you. I'll handle him as well."

You shake your head laughing, "He insufferable Hao, you'll give up."

"We'll see that.", he smiles softly, "But do plan on telling him. Uncle also needs to know, he'd be so happy."

"I want the baby's father to know first. Then I'll tell everyone.", you assure him.

Mingyu knows he went overboard. He knows he was being an absolute asshole when he uttered those baseless words in your favour.

Maybe he should never have compared the type of relationship he had with Sora with the one he's having with you. It's a grave mistake and the lack of your presence is taking a toll on him. But he understands if you need space or even don't want to see his face. He's willing to give you all that but he plans to apologise to you and if you don't forgive him, he'd understand.

Work is hectic but the situation at home is feverish. He has been getting earfuls from all of his friends and family, specially Minhee. She has been giving him shit routinely.

His reverie breaks when he receives a text from you. Hurriedly opening the text, his eyes widen with a mixture of horror and anticipation.

'Come home as soon as possible. I have something to tell you.'

His mind could only hint at it being something ominous.

You pace around the entire house nervously.

"Mingyu, I'm pregnant. You're gonna be father."

You shake head at the selection of words.

"Congratulations! You're going to be a dad!"

Sounds too exciting for an unplanned pregnancy.

"You're pull out game was weak. Guess what I'm pregnant."

Too snappy, rejected.

"Kim Mingyu, you're pregnant, I will be-- wait what no-- I'm pregnant, we're expecting."

You sit down pulling your hair in frustration.

After another hundred million failed rehearsals you sort to say whatever your heart would feel like at the moment in his presence.

But where's Mingyu? You check the clock, it's past his work hours. Maybe he's running late for some reason. It's your third attempt to tell him about your pregnancy and you hope that you'd succeed this time.

Your phone rings and you would never have guessed that your world would come crashing down.

You stand with head your head bowed down the entire time at the funeral hall. The band wrapped around your arm acts as a constant reminder that you're the chief mourner. You don't raise your head, not ready the see the picture that's kept on the board.

The heart attack was so brutal that it claimed the life of your uncle without a chance of revival. When you were informed he was already gone.

No last words, no goodbyes. Now you're left with only his photo and memories. You walk into the room where his body is kept as you've made a special request to let you meet him before he's taken into the coffin.

He's almost unrecognisable as you sit beside the body. Gently caressing his head, you finally let the tears fall.

"You were so eager to meet everyone that you left me alone here.", you sob, "What do I do without you now?"

You caress his cheeks gently, "Whatever I have become it's because of you. Even though I was the reason they died, you took me in and raised me like our own."

"I have something to tell.", your hands place themselves back on his head, "I'm pregnant. You're gonna be a grandparent. Tell mom, dad and aunt that I have grown up. Tell Sejin that he's gonna be an uncle."

You spend some more last moments with your uncle before there's a knock on the door. You quickly wipe the tears and look up to see Mingyu standing at the threshold.

"It's time.", he says solemnly.

You nod and look back at your uncle saying, "Thank you for everything. Have a nice reunion with everyone up there. Forgive me if I have been a bad daughter. Goodbye comrade."

You don't like the pitiful look everyone throws at you. You hate it, it claws on your skin and you feel like throwing up. Running into the washroom, you sit down opening the lid to empty your stomach when you feel your hairs being pulled back in gentle grip.

It's Mingyu, you know even though even without seeing him. He doesn't care about entering a ladies washroom when he has to look for you.

"Here, drink some water.", he uncaps the bottle and offers it to you.

He's presence is somewhat comforting, he makes things bearable. Your uncle is laid beside the rest of your family and you request everyone to be left alone. It's night time when you leave the place only to see Mingyu waiting for you.

There's silence throughout the ride back to home, no words spoken when he makes you eat something he cooked when you were showering, unspoken words when you go back your room and he goes back to his.

You mourn for days and while you do so you take notice of a lot of things.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for that day. I didn't mean anything I said, I was just being an idiot.", Mingyu  says after barging into your room one night because he had enough. He decides he won't let you suffer alone anymore.

You nod your head, "It's okay.", your short and curt reply doesn't settle well with your husband.

"I know one apology isn't enough and I understand if you won't forgive me but please let me be there for you.", he pleads closing the gap and taking your hands within his. His eyes searches for your face and his brows crease when he finds you avoiding eye contact.

You pull back your hands out of his grip, "I can take care of myself, Mingyu."

Your call of name rings oddly in his ear. It's rare for you to call him by name, it's always husband when throwing banter or Gyu while being affectionate.

Affectionate? His mind reels in the moment. Aren't you unexpressive then how could his mind produce that word in your wake?

"I'm tired. Let's call it a night.", you say poised, "There's no need for an apology. Everyone has the right to voice out about anything they don't like."

Mingyu feel like he's not your husband rather an office colleague. Your tone is so formal and dry. Your words cut him like a dagger. He wonders if he has caused damaged beyond repair.

It's so fucked up that he wants to hold you sleep, say sweet nothings to calm your senses but he's afraid to ask you to come back to the master bedroom.

So he lets you bask in your own company. He'll interfere with your personal space for sure one day, hustle in forcefully if you don't let him, no matter how rude and irritating it is, he'll mend the broken bond.

His heart breaks when he notices that you don't look him in the eyes anymore. You always had a strong lively gaze, but they are now hollow. You don't call him when you're struggling to open the jar, you don't ask for him when you can't reach something kept on the top shelf.

His friends are all dejected at how you don't indulge them anymore, they're sad at how they don't get to see you nowadays.

Mingyu had attempted to gauze you out of the coop by inviting the guys to the apartment. But you had locked yourself in the room the whole time.

His parents lament on how he ruined something so beautiful, his sister cries at how you don't communicate with even her nowadays.

He's already going crazy and Sora's pestering him by showing up outside his workplace often or making thousands of phone calls almost everyday, makes him ponder upon how was he even in love with her at some point.

He regrets again, now that he can clearly see the difference. You are you, the actual indifference you're showing is now and it's driving him crazy.

He wants to fix this. He needs to fix both of you because he needs you.

You're in the middle of some paperwork when there's a knock on the cabin door.

Soonyoung enters and the look that you give him is sharp enough to scare him off.

"How have you been doing?"

"Breathing fine, alive."

He should have taken the clue and left but it's Soonyoung and he lives as if he has nine lives.

"We miss you, please stop ghosting us."

"I'm not ghosting anyone."

"Minhee is miserable."

The writing stops, your hand halts for a moment before continuing. Soonyoung knocks on the table demanding your attention on him.

You sigh, having no option but look at him.

"You can be mad at your husband but we didn't do anything, Y/N. I don't even know Mingyu, I'm your friend."

The corner of your lips threaten to curl up. Your heart twinges and you smile sadly, "It's better to be prepared ahead so that you all will get accustomized to it later. Attachments are always painful."

Soonyoung looks at you quizzically, "What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing.", you drew yourself back in the papers, "I have a meeting in ten minutes, I need to go over these documents before that."

Soonyoung maybe callous at times but somehow seeing you and hearing your words today makes him bothered.

Another weak passes and you are packing your bags the entire time little by little, unknown to Mingyu because your door is always locked. Your office room is almost empty except for the systems. When Mingyu's not at home, you roam in the bedroom, swaying in the memories you both made there. You lay on the bed, sniffing the pillows because they smell like him.

You crave his touch all the time and him being in your vision doesn't help at all when you could sense the longing in his eyes.

Mingyu doesn't know that you've stolen one of his shirts and a hoodie. He should never find out.

Your soul knows. It tells you that it’s time to distance yourself from those who no longer align with you mentally, emotionally or physically.

"I can't stay here.", you whisper to yourself as you continue to pack rest of the items.

"I'm cursed.", you frantically wipe your tears, "People related to me keep dying."

Your body shakes, eyes producing another batch of fresh tears, "No one should be associated with me. I need to cut everyone out of my life for their sake. Without me, they'd be safe."

You heave a breath, in an attempt to calm yourself, "Mingyu doesn't like me anyways. I'm just a burden. He'll be free once I leave, he can be with Sora.", you rub your chest as it stings, "He'll be happy and that is what I want."

Your gaze instinctively lands on your belly, hands gently rubbing circles, "I promise, even if we won't be together, me and your dad will try our best to raise you. I can't wait to meet you, to hold you."

Mingyu, on the other hand is set on winning you back. He knows you don't like anything extravagant, so he plans to surprise you out a romantic date at home. He's ready to go to the lengths to make you forgive him. He craves your presence, your touch, your shy smiles, the way you call him when you want something from him.

He wants to love you, wants to make love to you. He has been dreaming a lot about starting a family with you. He wants the little versions of you both running around the house. When his friends took the initiative to show him how he has changed and it's for better he knows that it's true. He wonders if all the frustrations were because his heart wasn't ready to seek out the real feelings.

But now he has figured it all out, he likes you, likes you a lot. So he wants this marriage to work out.

He hopes for you to like him back. So who's gonna tell him the truth?

Some free time at work and he's watching new recipes to cook for you. Before going to bed, he's open the phone gallery and goes over your pictures, the pictures which are candid, the ones in which you posed, the best where he's with you in them.

Would you like it, if he throws pebble at your window and serenades you at the middle of the night? Would it be a good idea if goes down on his knees because he hasn't done it before and know he wants to.

Mingyu is all giddy making up scenarios in his head. He wishes to watch them all happen successfully.

"Are you having mood swings?", Jeonghan asks him one day when everyone gathers at the former's home, "Or do you have dissociative identity disorder? You were regretting getting married to her some weeks back and now you're saying that you like her?"

Junhui is grumpy, he takes a look at Mingyu and smacks him hard on his head causing the later to scream out in pain.

"He claims he is the most closest to Y/N and he is grieving because she is not responding to his texts.", Seokmin clarifies and eyes Mingyu in disbelief, "Seriously dude, what's wrong with you? How can you mess up this bad?"

Before Mingyu could speak up, Hansol interjects, "How hard it is to sort out your feelings? How could you even utter such ridiculous things about her when you know how difficult it had been for her, the whole life. Now she even lost her uncle. Imagine listening to your husband yapping about how much he dislikes you when you think he is one you can lean on? And that too instead of voicing out your mind to her first, she heard you telling it to us."

Hansol is a calm man, he never loses his cool except for some situations and this being one of it.

"It's not only me and Jun. Everyone is upset.. I know I'm making it sound bigger, we know that she is your wife, first and our friend, second but we can see that even though she never shows it she cares a lot. I'll tell you no one has ever entertained me constantly to help me, not even you guys. She even suggested me tools that she thought might help me with the editing though she had to invest time on getting to that point. She gifted Jun a diffuser as the previous one was causing him throat irritation but he was too stubborn to discard a newly bought machine."

Seokmin adds up to Hansol, "Didn't she help you with the paperwork late at night even though you both work in an entirely different industry? I'm sorry but did Sora ever do that being in the same line of work? No right. If you would have noticed she has always tried to accomodate herself within us even when it was difficult, it was all new to her."

Mingyu sinks his face into the palm of his hands, as he says regretfully, "I made a huge mistake. I let my intrusive thoughts win and ended up hurting her."

"What if it's too late to fix things?", Soonyoung speaks, his vision dazed as your words from before keeps reeling in his mind, "You should resolve the matters before it's too late."

The following week is hectic for Mingyu. The clients are visiting and everyone has to stay late attending them. It's a whole damn hustle, draining the employees out. The week goes on and out with him spending most of the time in office when all he wants is to go home just to see your face.

It's the last day of the visit and Mingyu thanks the heavens. He's usually patient but now all he wants is to avail the comfort of his home.

It's around one at night but unlike other times the hallway is lit in dim lights flooding  into the dining. There's an eerie silence and something unpleasant awaits.

"Let's get divorced."

When Mingyu came home late at that night to see you awake and waiting for him, there was an uncanny feeling that settled within.

Your hands are crossed, face void of any expression. He almost misses your words. If not for your next words, he would think he's hallucinating.

"We can decide on the terms and clauses, all as per your convenience.", you stress, "I do not expect any trouble from your side."

Mingyu finally registers everything you have said till now and everything hits him all at once.

"W-What are you talking about? Why do you want a divorce all of a sudden?"

Your monotonous tone rather asks him another question, "We have been married for over two years, nearing its third anniversary. Do you really want to be tied in this marriage?"

Though Mingyu thinks he doesn't know you well enough but he knows you enough to catch the wind of your words. He knows its not because of something he had said that day.

A familiar set of papers lying on the table catches his attention. His gaze then turns towards his office room and his suspicion confirms to be correct when he sees the door opened ajar.

"Why did you enter my office? I had clearly warned you about not doing so.", he says in a strict voice.

"That doesn't answer my question.", you say getting up, "Anyways it doesn't matter anymore. I'll get a lawyer, you get one too and proceed with the divorce. Oh, you already have Jeonghan."

As you turn back, you feel your husband's hand wrap around yours.

"How are you so calm? Why are you not asking me anything? Do I really mean nothing to you?", you hear his voice laced in frustration, "We are married for almost three years now and your cool headedness after, I'm assuming, knowing everything makes me aware of the fact that I really don't know you."

You jerk your hand out of his grip and turn back to look at him, "And how is that my fault? Maybe you've never tried to know me.", your voice drops another octave, "You can stop with the doting husband act now that I know the truth."

Mingyu doesn't miss the way your eyes show vulnerability for a moment. Your words strike a chord within him.

"You signed a contract with my uncle in exchange for marrying me.", you chuckle bitterly, "All you wanted was the stocks of the company uncle owned, a goddamn promotion, this house, everything else but me. I was never on the list. I was just a pawn. I don't know what my uncle saw in you to desperately marry me off to you. I hope all of this was worth it. The stocks must have passed down to you smoothly as it can only be acquired by someone working in the company. You can keep this house, keep everything."

"Y/N--"

"I don't wanna hear anything. I was waiting for you to come back so that I could make you aware that you're busted. I'll to go bed."

Mingyu reaches out for you again but you lay out a hand, "Please, I'm tired."

"O-Okay.", Mingyu backs down noticing the resignation in your demeanor, "But we're gonna talk it out tomorrow morning.", he sounds sincere when he says, "I'm sorry. I hope you'll give me a chance to explain everything."

But little does he know, you've already closed the room for any diversions, that you've decided to part ways with the person who has betrayed your trust.

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Hold You Tight: Part 3

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

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Chapter Summary: The date is just beginning, but you're not sure if you can keep it together.

Chapter Word Count: Over 3.8k

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, stalking, coercion, threats (not against reader), creepy and unhinged behavior, possessiveness, manipulation, mental and emotional whiplash, reader is trying to stay calm, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies enjoy and thank you again for the feedback so far! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You took a deep breath and another, but it didn’t stop your heart from picking up in your chest. It was a feat that your legs didn’t give out. Your throat felt rough and raw, except you hadn’t screamed. You hadn’t made a sound. Not until Bucky moved toward you, pulling a whimper from you.

“I thought it would be a nice surprise,” he said, cupping your face with a smile. You wanted to believe there was a warmth behind it or that he had a voice in his head telling him that this wasn’t right. That none of this was right. “Don’t you like them?”

“The flowers. The guy who bought them…” you swallowed, wondering exactly who he was and how he was associated with Bucky. Did Bucky know him well or was he a stranger? Did he bribe him into going into his shop?

“Oh, he’s fine,” Bucky assured you, which didn’t make you feel any better. “Loved the tulips you helped pick out for him. I know his girl will be very happy to get them, too.”

The citrus and woodsy combination of Bucky’s cologne filled your nostrils as you took another deep breath. You expected to stumble back when he suddenly crouched down, but you didn’t budge an inch. Once again, you were frozen in fear. Why couldn’t you move? You told yourself he wouldn’t hurt you. Why bother dragging you all the way to his place for that when he could’ve done so in your home?

Or, apparently, your place of work.

“Why don’t we have some of that wine after I show you around?” He asked, retrieving the clutch you dropped.

“Do you really expect me to just sit and have a drink with you?”

“Not just a drink,” he said, slowly standing and reminding you just how large he was. “Dinner. Dessert.”

“Where’s the bathroom?” You asked.

He nodded over your shoulders. “There’s one right behind you.”

You turned and went into the bathroom, careful not to lock the door behind you as much as you wanted to. He may have broken down the door if you tried. You gripped the sink as you struggled to take your next breath, blood rushing in your ears as you looked at your reflection. A voice in the back of your mind whispered to stay calm when tears threatened to spill over for the second time that evening.

Could you though? Could you play along and get through this night without having some sort of breakdown? You had to try.

Your attention was pulled away by the soft knock on the door. “Is everything okay?”

“Would you care if I wasn't?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

The door opened a heartbeat later, but you didn't dare meet his gaze in the mirror as he approached. Not even as he pressed himself against your back, your body trapped between his and the sink. It was suffocating. He brought a hand up to lift your chin, forcing your eyes to lock with his. The light above the mirror put a spotlight on the intensity of his gaze as his lips brushed your ear.

“I care more than you think,” he whispered, turning you to face him. His fingers traced the column of your neck before he let go. “In time, I know you’ll see that.”

You fought the urge to laugh as he led you back into the entryway. If he cared, he would’ve gone about this whole thing differently. You focused your attention instead on the penthouse, taking in more of the decor as he showed you around. As immaculate as the place looked, it lacked a personal touch. Where were the photos? Trinkets?

“What do you think?”

“It’s a beautiful place,” you answered. And it was beautiful, but it didn't feel like a home or lived in like your place.

“A bit spacious for just me,” he said, glancing at you. Was it his roundabout way of stating again how he expected you to move in?

“Yeah, it’s a lot for one person, but it’s still nice.”

He nodded in agreement. “The couch is comfortable if you ever want to take a nap,” he said, an almost knowing look in his eyes as you stopped at the living room. Jesus, did he know you slept on your couch last night? “Though I’d prefer you sleep in our bed.”

“Our” bed. Not subtle at all. “I know you said this would be my place one day, too, but maybe we should get well past the first date before we talk about sharing a bed,” you said, sarcastically adding, “I hog the blankets, so I hope you're prepared for that.”

He chuckled and you wished you didn't like the pleasant sound. “You can have as many blankets as you want. And I had every intention of showing you the master bedroom tonight, but I think I’ll wait.”

“Really?” You asked, hoping you didn't sound too eager to avoid seeing it. Was there a catch?

“Really,” he said, pulling you close by the hips. Through his clothes, you felt how firm he was. There was strength there you couldn't match. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. And when I take you to bed, I’m going to ruin you. That's a promise.”

A shuddering breath left your lungs as he leaned in, his lips skimming yours.

“But I’m not the monster you think I am, which is why I’m going to wait,” he whispered.

It was a relief that Bucky wasn't going to take you to bed. Not tonight, at least. At the same time, what exactly was he waiting for? He made it clear that he wanted you and wasn't going to let go. What game was he playing?

Thinking about it was enough to drive you mad.

“And you won't hurt me?” You questioned. You had to hear him say it.

“I’d never hurt you,” he promised, pulling away at the two knocks on the front door.

He wouldn't hurt you, but what about other people?

“Chef’s here, boss,” the guard’s voice rang out.

“Perfect timing,” Bucky smiled.

He kept a hand on you as he guided you to the kitchen, the guard and who you assumed to be the chef entering seconds later. “Mr. Barnes, so good to see you.”

“You as well,” Bucky replied, his demeanor professional and somewhat colder.

Your eyes went back to the guard as Bucky chatted with the chef. He seemed to avoid your gaze, keeping his eye instead on the two men speaking. Did he know the circumstances that brought you here? Would he care if he did?

“You’re sure this is what you’d like, Mr. Barnes? This is a relatively simple meal,” the chef scoffed, making a show of gesturing to the ingredients. It dawned on you as you looked at them that he was going to prepare one of your favorite meals. Your stomach dropped, but you kept quiet. Of course, Bucky knew.

And of course, it wasn't sophisticated.

Bucky’s jaw twitched as if he sensed your embarrassment. The guard didn't look impressed by the chef’s comment either. “It’s her favorite. Are you insulting my girl’s taste?” he spoke, making you shiver from the ice in his tone.

“No, Mr. Barnes. Of course not! I meant no disrespect.” The chef shook his head, meeting your gaze with a shaky smile. “To be simple is to be great.”

“That’s right. Simplicity is also to be respected,” Bucky said, pointing a gloved finger at him. “And with your reputation, it better be the best meal she has ever had. I’d hate to see what happens if she doesn’t like it.”

“It’s fine,” you whispered. It was better to focus on easing the situation instead of yet another reminder that he knew another intimate detail about you. That and you felt bad as the man behind the counter began to sweat. “I’m sure the meal will be delicious. Thank you for taking the time to come here and prepare it.”

The tension dissipated as Bucky softly smiled at you, a crisis averted for the time being. “We’re going to enjoy our wine on the balcony while he prepares our meal,” he told the guard. “Keep an eye on him.”

“Will do.”

Bucky took you away from the kitchen before the chef could speak another word to you. Fresh air might help you breathe easier. He opened the glass door, the night breeze making you shiver as you stepped outside. The view of the city stretched on and the moon and stars lit up the sky. It was breathtaking.

You jumped when Bucky put his jacket around your shoulders. The romantic gesture felt like a claim. “I hope his comment didn't upset you. If it did-”

“It’s fine. Really,” you assured him, glancing at the two-seater table as he pulled out a chair for you. Two glasses were set out as well, along with what you knew to be an expensive bottle of wine. “This is gorgeous.”

“It is,” he agreed, your cheeks flaming when you saw him looking at you instead of the view.

“Do you spend a lot of time out here?” You asked.

He popped the cork on the bottle and poured each of you a small amount. You almost thanked him for that. You had to keep your wits about you.

“Not as much as I’d like to,” he said, nodding to a small sofa in the corner as he took a seat. “But I do like to read out here.”

“You read in your free time?” You asked, biting back a moan when you sipped the wine.

His eyes lit up and just as quickly darkened when you licked your lips. “I do. Reading has always been a hobby of mine. I even have first editions of some of my favorite books.”

“That’s really nice,” you smiled. For a moment it felt like the two of you were having a normal conversation.

That good feeling went away when he took out a velvet box.

“Can’t forget about the surprise,” he smiled before he handed it over. It looked too long to be a ring box, thankfully, but it wouldn't have surprised you if there was an engagement ring inside. Which was likely why your hand shook as you opened it.

The diamond pendant was stunning enough to make you gasp. Five stones each a different shape, they sparkled under the moonlight. The kind of necklace you could only dream of having.

“Bucky, I’m sorry.” You shut the box and slid it back across the table toward him. “I can’t accept this.”

His gaze flickered to the box before he looked at you again. You wanted to believe he looked concerned, but he hadn’t exactly taken any of your feelings into consideration so far. “Why not? We can pick out another together if you’d rather have something else.”

“I can’t accept it because it’s too much,” you said. Accepting the gift would make the situation more real.

He chuckled after a moment. “No, it isn't. Nothing would ever be too much for me to give to you.”

You reached across to tap the top of the box. “Bucky, this is the kind of gift that you give to your wife or fiancé or girlfriend. Hell, maybe a mistress or a sugar baby. I’m none of those things.” Something flickered in his gaze and that should’ve been your warning to stop, but you kept going anyway. “I’m not your girl.”

He took your hand before you could pull it away, his jaw clenched. “You’re right about one thing. You’re not my mistress or a sugar baby,” he agreed. “You could never be those things because you are the only one I see.”

But why? It didn’t make any sense to you. “But-”

“Girlfriend, fiancé, wife,” he ticked off with the fingers of his free hand. “We'll get to all those phases of our relationship, so you might as well accept this gift now or you'll be accepting much more than this later.”

You swallowed, but didn’t attempt to pull away. His grip didn’t hurt and you didn’t know exactly what he was implying, but you didn’t want to find out tonight. Not when he promised he wouldn’t drag you off to his room. “Thank you for the wonderful gift.”

He smiled and took the box as he stood. You didn't protest as he moved to put the necklace around your neck nor did you flinch when his fingers moved along on your skin. When he sat back down, he sighed and lovingly looked you over. “It's beautiful. Just like I knew it would be on you."

You touched it after a moment, the feel of his fingertips still lingering. “I didn't expect something so nice for a first date.”

“This is only the beginning.” He tilted his head and let his eyes watch you trace the delicate gems. “You deserve so much more.”

“Is this some elaborate joke?” You scoffed a bit. He sounded so sure of himself, that he believed you deserved the world. But why? “You do realize that I'm just a florist. And I don't say that to belittle my career because I love what I do, but I'm nothing special.”

Sadness took over his eyes. “Why would you say that?”

You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. This wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have with the stranger who broke into your home. You didn’t want to have any sort of conversation tonight. “Because I don't own the flower shop I work at. I'm not rich. Hell, I lived with a roommate until last year just to save up and afford my own place. You should know since you researched me,” you said without a trace of bitterness. “I’m not a party girl. I don't turn heads wherever I go. I just want to work with my flowers, go home, and live a simple little life.”

His eyes followed the motion of you biting your lip again before he shook his head. “You think being rich and owning a business are the things it takes to make someone special?”

“No, I don't think that.”

“Then what does?”

You looked around the balcony with a sigh before meeting his gaze again. “Who a person is makes them special.”

“Yet everything you stated has nothing to do with who you are. So I’ll ask again, why would you say you're nothing special?”

You didn't know how to respond. You thought he would’ve just dropped the conversation, so you looked into your lap with a shake of your head. If you were special, wouldn’t you have found someone by now the way Addision and your other friends had? You didn’t want to pour out your insecurities, even if he seemed to hold an invisible knife and was ready to cut them open. “I don't know. I just know I’m not.”

He hummed a little. “So, would someone who is nothing special make homemade meals for her neighbor because she recently had a baby and probably wouldn't have time to cook for herself?”

Your head snapped up so fast you nearly hurt yourself. “How-”

“And not only are you in Addison's wedding party, you offered to have her flowers done so she could have more money for her honeymoon. You're telling me that being caring and thoughtful doesn’t make a person special?”

Goosebumps raised on your skin, realizing just how thorough he was in his research of you. “How do you know all of that about me?” Tears sprang to your eyes and you blinked them back. “I didn't tell anyone about my neighbor or the flowers.”

He cracked a small smile. “That's one of the things that makes you special. You don't do those things expecting anything in return and you sure as hell don't do it to brag. You do them because you care.” He took a second to lean back in his seat, his eyes still on you. “When I see something I want, I give it my all. And I'm not afraid to use my resources. I told you, I like to be thorough.”

You giggled. A hysterical sort of giggle. One that scared you because you had never laughed like that. “I don't know if I can do this,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I shouldn't be here. I should be getting a restraining order.”

Bucky didn't look offended in the slightest. “You could try. Do you think it’ll stop me?”

What little resolve you had left snapped. “Oh, my god. Do you hear yourself? I mean, really hear yourself?!” You snapped, tempted to throw the remainder of your wine on him when he didn’t react. “You know what a first date is, right? It’s two people trying to get to know each other and to see if there’s a mutual connection. You didn’t give me a chance to form a connection with you because you decided it for me after you stalked me.”

His brows pinched like you hurt his feelings. “Doll-”

“You know ‘everything’ about me, but what do I know about you, huh?” You continued, your anxiety bubbling over. “I know that you own a club and that you break into homes and scare the shit out of people. Oh, and that you read. And you apparently have the world at your fingertips since you can send people into my place of work and find out details about me that most aren’t privy to. You could probably use those resources of yours for good or to help others, but you used them to dig into my life when I didn't ask you to!”

“Some people do research before a first date,” he pointed out, not raising his voice.

“Not a full background check! I’m not an employee of yours and I’m not a toy for you to play with!” You huffed as you sat back, suddenly exhausted. How was he unphased? “You really think you have a say in my future? Are you that much of a control freak that you think you can control me?”

The silence stretched on as Bucky considered you and your body trembled as he idly sipped his wine. You weren’t the type to snap and you suddenly felt the urge to apologize for your outburst, which wasn’t fair. He put you in this situation, so why did you want to make it better?

Because you didn’t know what he would do.

“I’m not trying to control you,” he stated, handing you a handkerchief.

“It feels like you are and that isn’t fair,” you said, dabbing at your eyes. Life wasn’t exactly fair though, was it? “And for the record, the only reason I’m not tossing this wine on you is because it’s delicious and it would be a waste.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed. “I wish you could’ve met my mom. She would’ve loved you,” he said so softly you almost missed it, the change in topic jarring to say the least. What happened to her? “I’ve tried traditional dating. It doesn’t and hasn’t worked for me so far. The last woman I dated? She tried to rob me, if you can believe that.”

You sighed, still a bit worn out from your rant. “I can,” you said. There were greedy people in the world and he seemed to have more than enough to provide others with a comfortable life. It wasn’t right that someone tried to take what he earned.

It also wasn’t right what he was doing to you.

“In my line of work, everyone wants something from me. Money, power, favors. It’s hard to trust people,” he said, his gaze surprisingly soft as he took your hand again. “But not you.”

“Because that’s not the kind of person I am,” you guessed.

You were in many ways the opposite of him. While you weren’t poor, you certainly weren’t rich or powerful and didn’t want to use people for your gain. Perhaps that was why he wanted you so badly. You were someone who didn’t want anything from him. Someone like you was easy for him to control since you didn’t run in that kind of circle, even if he said he wasn’t trying to.

Maybe you should have put up a fight instead of making yourself an easy target.

Wait, why were you blaming yourself?

“I know it isn’t,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. “So, maybe I’m a control freak and maybe my approach is a bit extreme, but I don't want to control you. I like who you are, doll. You’re loyal and caring and real. The kind of person I want and need.”

You took a sip of wine so you didn't have to respond. He needed you, so he said, but did you need him? And why did his praise warm your insides? You didn't want it to feel nice.

“And maybe I like that you aren’t the kind of person who has a hidden agenda and that you aren’t a party girl. Even you snapping at me. I love that fire. I want more of it. Burn me with it if you want,” he continued, sweeping his gaze over you once again. “Fuck, I can’t take my eyes off you. And I can't stop thinking about you.”

The look in his eyes put you on edge. “But we-”

“You’re good for me and you may not believe I’m good for you, but I am. We’re right for each other,” he said. The fierce determination in his gaze almost had you believing it. “And aren’t you tired of being lonely? I know I am.”

Loneliness could eat away at a person. Drive them to do desperate things. It didn't excuse his actions.

“Lonely or not, you can't force us to be together,” you said.

“I’m not forcing us to be together. You chose to be here tonight.”

“You know why I came here,” you argued. He had to know you did this because of his threat. “And I’ll behave or do whatever I need to do for the rest of the night, but I can't promise anything beyond that.”

Instead of anger like you expected, he smiled. Like a wolf flashing his teeth before sinking into its prey. “That’s okay because I have a promise for you,” he began, the flame dancing in his eyes. “You’ll be out of your apartment before the end of the month.”

The balcony door opening covered up the wheeze you let out, but didn't hide the despair written all over your face. He couldn't be serious. “Dinner’s ready,” the guard stated.

Bucky didn't spare him a glance as he stood and kept your hand in his, your appetite gone as his smile widened. “C’mon, doll. Better not let it get cold.”

Ooh. Will he really have you out of your place that soon? How awkward will that meal be? And who do we think this guard is? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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a business proposal, p. 6

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“He asked to see my schedule?” Gojo asked with an exasperated sigh, his voice tinged with irritation.

“Yes,” Geto affirmed, offering him a sympathetic smile. “Your grandfather has been trying to find ways to spend more time with you two. But then he saw that it was yours and Miss Mei’s “anniversary” marked on the calendar, and insisted I tell you to go. Reservations have already been made for the two of you.”

Gojo hummed softly, his thoughts drifting. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow,” Geto replied, observing Gojo closely. “What should we do? Your schedule is packed.”

Geto stood before Gojo’s desk, expecting resistance or at least a hint of annoyance at his proposal to reschedule their upcoming meetings. Instead, Gojo remained remarkably composed, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance. His eyes, however, betrayed him, anticipation flickering within them.

“It’s fine, we can rearrange things.” Gojo replied casually, his tone almost dismissive.

Geto’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “you sure?”

Gojo simply hummed in reply, returning his attention back to the paperwork spread across his desk.

“Alright, then I’ll inform Miss Mei—” Geto began, only to be cut off by Gojo.

“No need, I’ll handle it,” Gojo interjected, still focused on his work.

Despite his surprise, Geto knew better than to press further. He nodded respectfully and turned to leave, a hint of confusion and amusement playing on his features. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity about Gojo’s sudden willingness to rearrange his packed schedule to celebrate the fake anniversary. It was unlike the typically aloof and work-focused Gojo he knew.

—

You sighed heavily, pushing your glasses up your nose as you tried to focus on the work in front of you. Normally you would be fully absorbed in it, but today your thoughts kept drifting back to Gojo. It had been weeks now, and you and Gojo continued the facade of your relationship to convince his grandfather. The routine became almost second nature, with outings, dinners, and shared moments that started to blur the lines between pretense and reality. It was going well—perhaps a bit too well.

Every shared laugh, every lingering glance, and every touch felt both real and surreal. You found yourself conflicted, your emotions tangled in a web of uncertainty. You couldn’t deny the growing connection between you two, but the constant reminder that it was all an act gnawed at you.

Suddenly your phone buzzed insistently, snapping you out of your thoughts as you glanced at the screen— ‘Archaeopteryx’.

“Hello?” 

“Miss Mei, are you busy?” Gojo’s voice came through the line, calm and familiar.

“Uh, a little,” you glance at your computer for a moment, “but I need to take a break anyway, so what is it?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m taking you out for our fake anniversary tomorrow,” Gojo said smoothly. “Dinner reservations are at seven. I’ll pick you up from your place around six.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of excitement and panic flooding through you. “Oh, um,” you hesitated, your mind racing. “That sounds really nice, but…”

“But?” Gojo prompted, sensing your hesitation.

“I have this deadline coming up,” you admitted reluctantly, “so I’m not sure if I can make it.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Gojo spoke again, his voice laced with concern. “Deadline? Deadline for what? I thought you work at a bakery?”

Your heart sank as you froze, panic gripping you tighter. “Uh, w-well,” you stammered, scrambling to explain. “I-It’s a part-time thing. I help out at my father’s bakery, but my main job is actually at this, um.. Company…”

You trailed off, feeling flustered and embarrassed by the sudden scrutiny of your work life. It was a reminder of the delicate balance between your real life and the charade you maintained with Gojo.

“Right.” Gojo responded, his voice steady over the phone. 

You bit your lip, torn between your commitment to work and the growing importance of this charade. “I really appreciate the thought, Gojo, but I—”

“No buts,” he interjected gently yet firmly. “I won’t take no for an answer on this one, Miss Mei.”

“Wait I—”

“See you tomorrow.” He said firmly, and then the line went dead.

You stared at your phone in shock, his abrupt ending leaving you feeling slightly amused and confused. It was clear that Gojo wasn’t going to entertain any further discussion on the matter. His determination both touched and unnerved you.

With a heavy sigh you tossed your phone back on your desk, “this guy...”

—

“H-Huh? I thought you said we’d meet up at six—”

“Well, I thought I’d take you out shopping first. You know, to get you something nice for tonight.” Gojo interrupted smoothly, chuckling lightly on the other side of the line.

Your mind raced. Shopping? That was definitely not part of the plan.

“Oh, um, that’s really not necessary,” you stammered, scrambling to think of a way to decline politely. “I still have work to do—”

“What company makes you work so much that you barely have time for anything else?” 

You began to open your mouth to protest, but the words faltered on your tongue. A thought flickered through your mind—“Well, technically it’s your company...”—but you opted to keep it to yourself.

“I— actually, I’m not in the office today, but this deadline is—”

“Perfect, then I’ll come to your place,” Gojo declared, cutting off any further protest. There was a finality in his voice that left no room for negotiation. “See you soon.”

And with that, he hung up before you could respond. You stared at your phone in disbelief, a mixture of bemusement and mild exasperation washing over you. It seemed Gojo had a knack for deciding things on your behalf, whether you liked it or not.

With a quick glance around your apartment, you hastily grabbed a change of clothes and dashed to your room. Minutes ticked by as you shed your everyday attire and slipped into the persona of “Mei”—applying makeup with a practiced hand, styling the elegant wig to perfection, and selecting a sophisticated outfit that Gojo would expect.

Checking your reflection one last time, you ensured every detail was impeccable. Satisfied, you gathered a few essentials into a bag and hurriedly made your way out of the apartment building. Along the way, you mentally rehearsed excuses in case your father noticed your altered appearance. Thankfully, he was deeply engrossed in managing the bakery today, barely noticing you when you slipped out. 

As you waited outside for Gojo’s arrival, your heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nerves. The sleek black car rolled up to the curb, your eyes fixated on him as he stepped out, approaching you with effortless confidence.

“Hello, Mei.”

You bowed slightly, “hello, Gojo—”

“Satoru.” He corrected gently, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“W-What?” you stammered, caught off guard by his sudden remark.

“You should call me by my first name from now on,” he continued, his eyes meeting yours, “it’s kind of weird to address me by my last name when we’re dating, don’t you think?”

“R-Right,” you nodded, feeling a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks. “Satoru.”

Inside, Gojo felt a flutter of excitement at hearing his name fall from your lips. It was a subtle but significant shift—a step closer to breaking down the barriers between the two of you. He couldn’t deny the thrill of having you acknowledge him on a more personal level, even if it was all part of the charade.

“Ready to go?” Gojo asked, gesturing towards the open door of the car.

“Y-Yes.” You replied quickly, gathering your composure as you settled into the passenger seat. 

Gojo gently closes the door for you before rounding the car and slipping into the driver’s seat. As he started the engine, the car hummed to life, and you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him. There was something about him today—the happiness radiating from him, and the way his eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement.

At the luxurious boutique, Gojo led you inside and without hesitation, he approached one of the sales attendants and politely requested to see some dresses for you. The attendant, clearly recognizing him, politely bowed at him before hurrying off to fetch an assortment of options.

Meanwhile, you browsed the displays nervously, feeling slightly out of place amidst the opulence. The shop was elegantly decorated with soft lighting and plush carpets, a stark contrast to your usual surroundings. But as the first dress was handed to you, you found yourself getting into the spirit of it, eager to find something that would fit the occasion.

Over the next half hour, you tried on several dresses, each more exquisite than the last. Some were too extravagant, others too plain. But with each one, Gojo’s dissatisfaction was evident in his expression. It seemed like nothing quite met his expectations. 

Finally, you slipped into a medium-length ivory dress with a slight flare at the bottom. The fabric was soft against your skin, and the fit was perfect, enhancing your figure in all the right places. Stepping out of the fitting room tentatively, you catch a glimpse of Gojo’s reaction. For a brief moment, his eyes widened imperceptibly, struck in awe by how beautiful you looked in the dress.

Gojo stood transfixed, his gaze taking in every detail—the way the dress hugged your curves, the delicate way you carried yourself in it, and the subtle radiance it brought to your face. His usual composed demeanor softened as he admired you, a rare sincerity in his expression.

Quickly composing himself, Gojo cleared his throat and nodded approvingly. “That’s the one,” he said confidently, a faint smile playing on his lips. “We’ll take it.”

Relieved that he finally seemed satisfied, you nodded, a faint blush rising to your cheeks. 

Later, as you both made your way to the restaurant, you found yourselves alone in the quiet evening. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated the path ahead, casting a romantic ambiance over the night. The restaurant, usually bustling with customers, was now serene and intimate, offering a perfect setting for your private dinner.

Seated comfortably, the attentive staff served your food with quiet efficiency, leaving you and Gojo to enjoy each other’s company undisturbed. 

Though, not long after, the tranquil atmosphere was gently interrupted as the restaurant staff approached your table. One carried an extravagant cake adorned with candles, while the other presented you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Surprised and touched by the gesture, you exchanged a glance with Gojo, who smiled warmly and rose from his seat to assist you.

As Gojo helped you up, there was a lingering moment when your hands briefly touched—a fleeting connection that sent a subtle spark through both of you. 

“Happy Anniversary.” The staff’s gentle wishes broke the charged moment.

“T-Thank you.” You replied appreciatively with a quick bow, glancing at Gojo.

His eyes held an expectant gleam, silently encouraging you to blow out the candles with him. And with a smile, you closed your eyes, the flickering candles casting a soft glow on your face. One of the staff appeared with a camera, snapping a photograph of you and Gojo together, the warm glow of the candles and the genuine smiles on your faces captured forever in that single frame.

Once the dinner was done, you and Gojo walked side by side in silence, the tranquil streets now bathed in the soft glow of evening. He glanced at you every now and then, and he couldn’t help but admire the way your presence seemed to fill the space around you with a gentle radiance. The soft illumination of street lamps softly lit your features, casting soft shadows across your face. He found himself drawn to the subtle shifts in your expression, the way your eyes sparkled with quiet contemplation under the moonlit sky.

There was just something about you that captivated him with each passing moment. 

“Where are we going?” You asked gently, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Gojo smiled mysteriously, his gaze focused ahead. “Just a little further.” He replied, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

Curiosity flickered in your eyes as you followed him, the anticipation growing with each step. 

Eventually, Gojo stopped, turning to face you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Look up,” he said softly.

Slowly raising your gaze, you gasped in wonder as bursts of colorful fireworks began to paint the night sky. Each explosion filled the air with brilliance and joy, reflecting in your eyes as you stood mesmerized by the unexpected spectacle.

Gojo watched you with a satisfied smile, enjoying your reaction to the surprise he had planned. The vibrant lights danced across your face, casting a glow that mirrored the warmth in his heart. 

“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful!” You beamed, your eyes never leaving the skies.

Gojo’s smile widened, his gaze softening as he admired the genuine delight on your face. 

“It really is.” He agreed quietly, staring at you warmly, his thoughts clearly not about the fireworks. He found himself captivated by the way your eyes sparkled with joy, by the radiance that seemed to emanate from within you.

“Satoru, this is amazing! Did you plan this?”

“Maybe.”

—

“It was really wonderful,” you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence as you stepped out of the car with Gojo following suit. “Thank you. I had fun on our fake anniversary date tonight.”

“I had fun too,” Gojo replied, a warm and wide smile tugged on the corners of his lips. Then, unexpectedly, he added, “on our anniversary date.”

His words hung in the air, causing you to stop for a moment, heart skipping a beat. You looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of jest, but found only warmth and earnestness.

After a while, you gathered your thoughts and smiled softly. “Yeah,” you murmured, feeling a rush of mixed emotions. “I-It was really nice of you, you didn’t have to...”

“I wanted to.” Gojo interjected softly, his gaze warm and sincere.

You blinked, feeling a warm and fluttering sensation pooling in your stomach. A brief, intense silence passed between you as you locked eyes.

Suddenly, you cleared your throat, pulling yourself out of the moment. “Oh, before I forget,” you started, reaching into your bag, revealing a small carton box as you held it out to him. “This is for you.”

Gojo’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “oh? And what’s this?”

“Kikufuku,” you said confidently. “I made them for you this morning. Although, I would’ve given you a prettier packaging, but you kind of stressed me out earlier.” You muttered the last few words under your breath, making Gojo chuckle.

Gojo’s expression softened with appreciation as he took the box from you. Opening it carefully as he peered inside at the neatly arranged treats.

“They look amazing,” he remarked, genuinely impressed. “These are my favorites.”

“I know,” you replied with a warm smile, your eyes meeting his fondly. “I remember seeing that in the documents.”

Gojo chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Can’t believe you remembered such trivial information. But thank you. I can’t wait to try them.” He said sincerely, a grateful glint in his eyes.

“Let me know if you want more of them,” you replied, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. “I’ll deliver them to you, free of charge even.” You joked.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Gojo replied with a playful smirk, his gaze lingering on you.

Just as the moment seemed to stretch pleasantly, you glanced at your phone with a hint of regret. 

“I-I should probably head home now,” you murmured softly, giving him a brief bow. “Thank you again for everything, Satoru.”

Disappointment flickers in his eyes before he nodded, understanding your cue. “Right, of course,” he replied softly. “Take care, Mei.”

“You too,” you responded, a hint of reluctance in your voice. “Bye.” With a small wave, you walked away.

Gojo stood still for a moment, watching your retreating form until it disappeared from his sight. Turning reluctantly, he walked back to his car, his thoughts swirling with the events of the evening. As he settled into the driver’s seat, something caught his eye on the passenger seat—a small wallet. 

“Hm, she must’ve forgotten it.” He murmured softly. “I should give it back to her.”

But as he picked it up, an ID card slipped out and fell onto his lap. He picked it up absentmindedly, slowly putting it back to its place. But as he glanced at the card, his breath caught in his throat.

There, staring back at him from the photo, was your face. Except that it wasn’t “Mei”—instead, it was a woman who had simpler clothes and glasses, and bore a striking resemblance to the Mei he knew.

Memories start flooding his mind as a flicker of recognition stirred within him. His hands trembled slightly as he held it, his mind racing to make sense of what he was seeing. It was you—the woman who had accidentally bumped into him that day, causing a commotion and spilling food all over him. Everything suddenly clicked into place—the familiarity he felt when he saw you that day that he couldn’t quite explain. 

How could he have missed it? Mei, the person he thought he knew, wasn’t real. All this time it was you. [name]. 

The realization gnawed at him, stirring a mix of disbelief and a sinking feeling in his gut. Was everything about you a facade? How could he not have seen through it earlier? Is this some kind of joke?

A sudden buzz from his phone jolted him out of his spiraling thoughts. With a hesitant breath, he unlocked his phone to find a message from you flashing on the screen, and there it was—the truth staring back at him.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot my wallet! I’m coming back to get it.”

—

“Satoru, I swear to god, if you called me here for—”

“Mei isn’t real.”

“What?” Geto questioned in surprise, his voice tinged with concern as he stood in Gojo’s dimly lit office. “What do you mean Mei isn’t real?”

Tiredness weighed heavily on him; his eyes were half-lidded and puffy, and his hair was a mess, having rushed over immediately after Gojo’s “emergency call”. He looked like he could collapse at any moment.

Gojo took a deep breath, running a hand through his own disheveled hair. “I just found out about it,” he began, his voice strained. “Her real name isn’t Mei. She’s been pretending this whole time.”

“What?” Geto took a seat by Gojo’s desk, feeling slightly disoriented both from exhaustion and from the sudden revelation. “Wait... What?” 

“She has been under my nose this whole damn time,” Gojo muttered under his breath, frustration evident in his voice. He turned the computer screen towards Geto, showing him the employee personnel record. “Look. That’s her.”

“Oh, the woman from the marketing department that spilled food all over you?” Geto chuckled lightly, a hint of amusement in his voice. However, he quickly turned serious when he saw Gojo's sharp gaze as he cleared his throat. “So [name], right?”

Gojo raised his brow in surprise, “you know her?”

“Come to think of it, I actually had the chance to meet her and the marketing team once. It was during that one time when you were tied up in another meeting, so I had to step in and attend her presentation.” Geto explained calmly. “I just couldn't recognize her amidst all that… Commotion that happened in the cafeteria.”

Gojo sighed heavily, “I can’t believe she lied to me. Why would she do that? Why—”

“Okay, let's calm down a bit,” Geto started, his voice laced with tired frustration. “Weren’t you the one who suggested getting into a fake relationship to lie to your grandfather? Which means that she’s not the only liar here.” Geto pointed out, rubbing his temples wearily.

“That’s—” Gojo paused, inhaling sharply, “that’s different.”

“Is it, though?” Geto countered, leaning back in his chair and letting out a long sigh. “You’re upset because she wasn’t honest with you, but you were playing a role just as much as she was. Maybe she had her own reasons for pretending.”

“And what reasons would that be?” 

“Well, I don’t know, maybe the fact that she works for our company?” Geto retorted with a small scoff. “Think about it, Satoru. The first time she tricked you, she went as a stand-in for someone else, making it easier to fake her identity. She probably didn’t expect you to propose. And secondly, you threatened her into signing the contract so if she revealed who she really was, do you really think she would’ve felt safe?”

Gojo’s frown deepened as he absorbed Geto’s words. “Still, she could have just told me the truth.”

“Could she have, though?” Geto countered. “Think about the power dynamics here. You’re her boss. She felt cornered, of course she’d hide her real identity. She probably thought that it was her only option to protect herself and her job.”

Gojo fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. The weight of the situation settled heavily on his shoulders. He had been deceived, and it bothered him so much. But why does it bother him?

“I just...” Gojo paused, running his hand through his hair, “I just don’t know what to do.”

Geto watched him carefully, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “You could simply call it off.”

“What?” Gojo exclaimed, caught off guard by the suggestion. 

Geto shrugged, “it’s just a fake relationship, after all.”

“I can’t just call it off,” Gojo protested. “My grandfather will be pissed, and he’ll just throw me into more blind dates again.”

“Well, maybe that’s good. Maybe you can find someone else, someone you don’t have to pretend with—”

“I don’t want to find someone else, Suguru,” Gojo interrupted firmly. “There’s no one like her.”

Geto's eyes widened. “What?”

“What?”

“Satoru, is that why you’re so bothered by all this? Because you like her?”

“I don’t like her.”

“Yeah, sure,” Geto replied skeptically, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

Gojo shot him a sharp glance. “I'm serious. And I just meant it in a way that there’s no one else like her for the job.”

“Satoru,” Geto started, leaning back in his chair, “let’s be real here. You’ve spent a lot of time with her, even if it was under false pretenses. It’s not unusual to develop feelings in that kind of situation.”

Gojo shook his head adamantly. “I haven’t developed feelings for her. This is purely business.” He shifted uncomfortably under his friend’s scrutiny.

“Sure,” Geto said, raising an eyebrow. “And you rescheduling all of the important meetings to go celebrate a fake anniversary, was that just purely business too?”

Gojo sighed, frustration evident in his voice. “It was... A necessary arrangement. You know how my grandfather can be, he’s... Persistent.”

Geto regarded him silently  for a moment before speaking, knowing that there’s no point in trying to argue with him. “Alright, Satoru. If you say so.”

With a nod, Gojo glanced back at your personnel record on the screen, feeling conflicted. He knew he needed to confront you about the deception, but Geto’s words lingered in his mind, stirring up doubts he wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

—

“Oh, good morning, Satoru.” You greeted him warmly through the phone, balancing it on your shoulder as you kneaded dough in the cozy bakery, helping your father prepare for the day. “Is something the matter?”

“I’m calling to let you know that I’m terminating our arrangement.” Gojo stated abruptly, his voice carrying a weight you couldn’t quite grasp over the line.

You paused, your movements coming to a stop, a mix of surprise and confusion registering on your face.

“Terminate our arrangement? What do you mean by that?”

“We don’t need to follow through with the contract anymore. Consider yourself free from any obligations tied to our agreement. And don’t worry about the money, you don’t have to pay anything back and I will fulfill my end of the deal,” he explained curtly. “It has been nice knowing you, Miss Mei. Goodbye.” With that, he hung up before you could respond, leaving you staring at the phone in your hand.

“What…” You trailed off, the shock sinking in slowly.

At first a wave of relief washed over you, followed by an unexpected rush of happiness. The weight of maintaining your false identity and fake relationship with Gojo suddenly lifted off your shoulders. For once, you felt light and unburdened, realizing you wouldn’t have to pretend anymore.

But then came the lingering feeling of disappointment that gnawed at you.

You had grown accustomed to the routine, the familiarity of your interactions, which gave you a strange sense of comfort, despite it being built on deceit. Now, as the reality of your freedom settled in, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions twinged of relief and sadness.

Meanwhile, Gojo sat at the back of the car, with Geto driving him to work. The morning traffic buzzed around them, but inside the vehicle, a heavy silence hung between the two of them. Gojo’s mind was filled with conflicting emotions—relief that the charade was over, but also a strange emptiness he couldn’t quite explain. His decision felt right, yet the absence of your presence already left a void he hadn’t anticipated.

“You were right, Suguru.” Gojo finally admitted quietly.

“About what?” Geto asked, glancing at him briefly in the rearview mirror.

“About my feelings for [name].”

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comments roundup on Arteice's vid

Frankly, it’s pretty upsetting that Stolas acts like a victim just because he was raised with royal blood and is a hypocrite when he dismisses Blitzo like he’s one of his servants

^This person makes an excellent point, actually. Blitzo specifically calls Stolas out for treating him like a butler - an inferior - and instead of wanting to apologize or offer discuss it with him at a later date when his emotions are running less high, Stolas just evicts Blitzo from his house using magic, essentially dismissing him. It's giving royal "remove him from my sight" sort of vibes - insead of rectifying the behavior Stolas just proved Blitzo's point (again). I guess at this point we should be glad the writers had the comment sense not to have Stolas squeeze Blitzo like a stress ball until his eyes popped

How much of a bad writer do you have to be when you make a character so unsympathetic and unlikable that fans convince themselves that it was intentional to make him come across as this much of a narcissistic abuser. Yes I’m sure Viv wants you to see Stolas, the guy who cries constantly and even has a music video about how sad and in love he is, who constantly has excuses thrown his way for his behavior like neglecting Via and having power over Blitzo, who was literally retconned in season 2’s premiere episode to be some naive lovesick idiot with a wife so comically abusive the best photos they could take of her was her choking puppies. That Stolas.

Well,I have to agree. Stolas really needs to take the L,get his shit together and stop always always victimizing himself seriously.

Stolas is victimizing Blitz, Blitz couldn't consent. All that sex they were having made Stolas a monster, then Stolas cries BECAUSE Blitz didn't fetishize or romanticise the abuse the way Stolas did

Thank you for standing up for blitz, stolas is unbearable at this Point

Since watching the Sarcastic Chorus breakdown of the episode, I can say that I am holding onto a sliver of hope that the hypocracy is intentional and will be developed upon soon. However, I can't lie that while watching the confrontation in Full Moon, I was become more and more irate at the idea that Stolas sings about the break-up in the next episode. They better call him on his bullshit SIGNIFICANTLY. Although that may be just me relating to Blitz more than Stolas rn.

What made this inevitable for me is the fact that Stolas is kind of placing all his eggs in one basket by relying on Blitz for his happiness. He seems to believe that if they get together, it’ll magically solve all his problems such as his faltering relationship with Octavia, and the threat of the Goetia bearing their full weight down on him. To me it felt also like he was testing Blitz by seeing what kind of reaction he would have by being freed from their contract. He’s placing a lot of expectation on someone who is never going to be able to live up to what’s being asked of him

Stolas got that "21 year old closeted gay college Student trying to discover his sexuality" vibes, you know what i'm sayin'? The thing is… he's a grown ass man in his mid to late 30s with a daughter. He needs to grow up

Posting this sanity now so we can all fortify ourselves for what's coming tomorrow morning.

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 14

ISAT Spoilers below the break!

"It seems I must have finally taught you how to properly steep tea over those decades." (Odile comments with a smirk, watching you carefully pour from the kettle into each of your teacups.)

"It only took me 5 of those years to make a decent cup~."

"... The fact I can't tell if that's a joke or not is more concerning than anything else..." (You let out a heavy chuckle at her somewhat worried look. You stick your tongue out a give an exaggerated wink.)

"And it still doesn't count as a wink if you only have one eye Siffrin..."

"You've been telling me that for 30 years Odile, it never sticks~." (She just rolls her eyes as she adds a bit of honey and milk to her tea.)

"Speaking of… How are you doing Siffrin, truly?"

"… I think you already know the answer to that question, Madame" (You tease with the lightest chuckle, though it's bittersweet.)

"I suppose I do, though it would still be nice to hear you say it properly." (You pause for a second, before letting out a sigh.)

"… I don't really know anymore… I guess I'm better than I was the first time around at this point, the first few weeks were really rough for me… It's nice to make some better memories to replace it… But those bad times were still important too…" (You start to explain, your hand wrapping around your covered forearm, as if for emphasis.)

"Those moments helped get you to where you are now… It may have been a painful journey but it was just as important as the destination." (Odile finishes the thought for you, her arms crossed as she gets lost in her own thoughts.)

"… Yeah… I know you don't want me to apologize again for what I said on that last day… So I'll just say thanks Odile, for trusting me with your oh so sacred backstory~." (You laugh. Your eye starts to blur from the tears welling up in it before you wipe them away. Odile just smirks a bit at your comment before rolling her eyes.)

"Yes yes, that and my fake research. I'm simply too generous for my own good." (She remarks sarcastically.)

"Now let's discuss something else, I'm tired of all these emotions."

"Heh, I couldn't agree more."

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"Hey, Odile?" (You ask over your shoulder, fiddling with some thingamajig you found on the shelf. The both of you going on one of your famous 'secret missions' at a little random shop in the town you were passing through.)

"Yes, Siffrin?" (She responded over her shoulder as well, glancing through the various books they had for sale.)

"... There's... I can't stop thinking about something... from, uhh... before." (You begin, trying to dance around the topic without explicitly stating it. She pauses, perking up and waiting, as if telling you to continue.)

"... We all kinda went separate ways eventually, we were still a family of course but... we all had someone else at least... everyone but you Odile..."

"... What is it you're trying to say?"

"I-I'm saying... I don't know if you were happy... It felt like all that you cared about was work, when none of us were left around... You never got a partner, you never talked about friends you made, you..."

"Why are you bringing this up now, Siffrin?"

"... Probably because I never got the chance to before, and I didn't want to let that happen again..."

"I'm not sure how much use there is in talking about something that happens decades from now. What are you proposing anyways?"

"I... I don't know, just... I want you to be happy, I don't want you to be alone..."

"So, what do you intend then? Should I move in with you and Isabeau and stay on the couch forever?" (She asks with a smirk. Your lip curls a bit in response, but quickly falls again.)

"I mean it, Odile..." (She pauses at that, sighing out as she realizes how serious you were.)

"... Very well, Siffrin, I promise I'll keep this in mind... We've got a long road ahead of us until that but maybe things will be different this time around. That's what you're hoping for, yes?"

"In some ways I guess... I mean, these loops have to be for something, right?..."

"Maybe we should be focusing on that right now instead."

"Yeah... I guess you're right." (She suddenly walks over and lifts your hat off, ruffling your hair heavily.)

"You might have some years on me now, but you still overthink just the same." (The both of you laugh the seriousness of the conversation off, finishing up your little trip.)

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[batbabydamian]

Hey, I started reading Robin son of Batman because of your recommendation (I literally have a print of your post on my phone to not forget lol). Honestly? One of the best things I ever read!!!

Thank you for opening my eyes! Damian has been one of my favorite characters for over a year, but I didn't read/watch much of him because of school, life (and probably an executive dysfunction in the mix).

Maya is incredible. I loved her.

I haven't finished all the issues yet, but do you have any other recommendations?

WAH this makes me so happy, i'm glad you still gave it a shot even with how busy life is!! ;v;

i’d love to give reccs, and i’ll try to go a beginner friendly route! tbh you can pick up whatever here, but since you've read R:SOB i’d immediately follow up with Batman and Robin (2011) #1-8! this first arc is what’s referred to in Maya’s introduction, and it's just. so good.

Main Books

Batman and Robin (2009)

Dick as Batman with Damian as his Robin!

#20-22 Tree of Blood: Dark Knight vs White Knight arc is done by Tomasi and Gleason, the team for the next Batman and Robin series

*Batman and Robin (2011)

Bruce and Damian figuring out their relationship as both Batman & Robin and father & son

imo you can enjoy the ride and read straight through this but i’ll add context to avoid as much confusion as possible since there’s the occasional tie-in or offscreen events, like Damian’s death nbd

Batman Incorporated (2012) #1-10

events leading to Damian's death - affects Batman and Robin (2011) from issue #18

kind of a tough read especially with how Talia's written, but a lot of iconic bits like Batcow, Damian's vegetarian declaration, Alfred the cat, "We Were the Best, Richard."

Robin (2021)

another self-discovery adventure, particularly after Alfred’s death and a fallout with Bruce (and questionable writing choices from his last Teen Titans run)

Batman and Robin (2023)

currently ongoing! after a number of events, Bruce and Damian are back as a duo

Damian Dynamics!

Batman: Streets of Gotham (2009) #7, 10-12

arc where Damian meets one of his first Gotham friends, Colin Wilkes

Batgirl (2009) #5-7, #17

Steph and Damian dynamic! "the bad cop, worse cop" dysfunctional duo

Red Robin (2009) #13-14

early Tim and Damian dynamic that of course includes fighting haha. funny enough, accidentally my first intro to Damian LOL

Teen Titans (2003) #89-92

Dick!Batman has Damian join the Teen Titans. Start of Damian and Rose Wilson dynamic that’s extended in Robin (2021)

Batman: Gates of Gotham (2011)

Damian meets Cass and has a brief team up

Gotham Academy (2015) #7

Damian meets Maps Mizoguchi! they have a few other meetings, but outside of that the series itself is a great read!

Robin War Event (2015)

Robin War (2015) #1, Grayson (2014) #15, Detective Comics (2011) #47, We Are Robin (2015) #7, Robin: Son of Batman (2015) #7, Robin War (2015) #2

Duke and Damian dynamic! not exactly beginner friendly but these are the main issues in order for the event! you can also read the TPB version for everything including Tie-Ins

Nightwing (2016) #16-20, #42, #43

#16-20 Nightwing and Robin arc!

#42 Dick on a mission to save Damian! the one appearance of "Wiggles" the dragon

#43 Dick, Roy, and Damian team-up

New Talent Showcase 2018 "Catwoman: Pedigree"

Selina, Damian, and Alfred the cat

Batman: Prelude to the Wedding - Robin vs. Ra's Al Ghul (2018)

Selina, Damian, and Cheese Viking - Damian's fav game shown in Nightwing: Rebirth (2016)

Monkey Prince (2022) #1-4

Marcus Sun Shugel-Shen's main comic, but Damian features as a fun dynamic here before they're in more serious circumstances in Batman VS Robin (2022)/Lazarus Planet event

Superman (2016) #10 - 11

the beginning of the Super Sons! featuring Maya!

Super Sons (2017)

solitary arcs but there’s a few event tie-in issues later

Adventures of the Super Sons (2018)

literally more Super Sons adventures lol galactic shenanigans yeehaw

Challenge of the Super Sons (2020) 

Super Sons time shenanigans feat. the Justice League

Robin 80th Anniversary (2020)

"Boy Wonders" - brief Damian feature as Tim considers his next step in life

"My Best Friend" - Jon's thoughts on Damian and their dynamic

"Bat and Mouse" - refers to Damian's unfortunate Teen Titans (2016) run at the time of release which follows up with Teen Titans Annual #2 where Damian briefly gives up Robin

Extra Comics!

Superman/Batman (2003) #77

Kara and Damian in a Halloween team-up! also the appearance of "Li'l Matches" lol

DCU Halloween Special '09 "Cavity Search"

Damian out on a solo mission for Halloween night. Immediately after is Tim's Red Robin story "Then and Now: Our Father's Sins" which is more somber in contrast but also a good read!

DCU Halloween Special 2010 "Robin the Vampire Slayer"

a Dick!Batman and Robin story featuring the vampire Andrew Bennett

Cursed Comics Cavalcade (2018) "The Devil You Know"

Halloween themed comic with a sweet short story of Damian alongside Solomon Grundy

DC's Terrors Through Time (2022)

"Trick or Treat" a Super Sons Halloween story

"The Haunting of Wayne Manor" Damian and Deadman story - in the end, Boston kinda refers to Nezha's possession of Damian in Batman VS Robin (2022) which was happening at the time of this release

Batman: Li'l Gotham (2013)

lighthearted series that instantly makes me smile with the silliness and Dustin Nguyen’s art i love this dearly

Secret Origins (2014) #4 "A Boy's Life"

a retelling of Damian's origin story

Detective Comics (2016) #1001-1005

Batman and Robin vs the Arkham Knight (unrelated to the game)

Truth & Justice (2021) #6/#16 - 18 Digital First version

cute story of Damian’s birthday! Juni Ba’s art is so fun!!

DC Festival of Heroes: The Asian Superhero Celebration (2021) “Special Delivery”

short story about Damian! and poisoned pizzas. completely forgot the artist Sami Basri drew Rebirth Damian here before catboy Damian lol Cass’s story “Sounds” is also cute! Marcus makes his first appearance in "The Monkey Prince Hates Superheroes"

DC VS Vampires (2021)

Damian makes appearances throughout this elseworlds book, but the one-shot DC VS Vampires: Hunters (2022) is vampire Damian-centric!

Batman: Black and White (2021) #5

“Father & Son Outing” short story written and drawn by Jorge Jimenez!

Batman: Urban Legends (2021) #20-23

#20 “My Son” Talia and Bruce focus

#20 - 23 “The Murder Club” 4 Parts

Tiny Titans (2008) #33, #39, #45, #47

a few appearances but SO CUTE, LOOK AT HIM

*Batman and Robin (2011) reading guide

i'm mostly trying to avoid the "what did i just walk in on?" kinda feeling when i first started reading comics LOL i'll list the comics where events take place, but you don't necessarily have to read them to go through this book since things are usually explained as quickly as possible in the first page or so

#0 Someday Never Comes

Talia and baby Damian before he grows up to meet Bruce

#1-8 Born to Kill

just an incredibly solid arc for Bruce and Damian!

#9 Court of Owls Tie-In Issue

Damian VS a Court of Owls Talon. While Bruce is occupied with a home invasion of Talons, Alfred makes a call for allies to protect targeted Gotham public figures from Talons. During Batman (2011) #1-11

#10-12 Terminus

Damian challenges the previous Robins sans Steph

Batman Incorporated (2012) is occurring at this time where Talia has placed a bounty on Damian and there's small mentions of that

#13-14 Eclipsed/Devoured

mostly solitary arc! end of it leads into the Death of the Family event

#15-16 Death of the Family Tie-In Issues

Damian and Joker face-off... Alfred's been kidnapped by the Joker, and Damian goes looking for him. During Batman (2011) #13-17

#17 Life is but a Dream - Death of the Family Epilogue

a sort of subconscious check-in through the dreams of Damian, Alfred, and Bruce. Nightwing (2011) #17 features Damian encouraging Dick after Death of the Family events

#18 Undone "Requiem"

Bruce dealing with Damian's death from Batman Incorporated #8

other reactions to Damian's death: Dick in Nightwing (2011) #18, Tim in Teen Titans (2011) #18

#19-23 Denial, Rage, The Bargain, Despair, Acceptance

Bruce through the stages of grief with some batfam appearances in each. also introduces Carrie Kelley into continuity as Damian's acting tutor.

Batman (2011) #19-20 also addresses Bruce's loss

#23.1-23.4

these could be skipped - villain stories, also related to Forever Evil event.

#24-28 The Big Burn

optional Batman and Two-Face/Harvey Dent arc, #23.1 is part of this story!

Damian's resurrection and return

#29-32 The Hunt for Robin

Ras took Talia and Damian's bodies from their graves, and Bruce goes after him.

-> Robin Rises: Omega

continues events from #32. if you don't want to jump to this, basically, Glorious Godfrey and a bunch of parademons from Apokolips are here for a chaos shard which Ra's put in Damian's sarcophagus. at some point, Bruce gets a hold of the shard where he sees a vision that leads him to believe Damian can be resurrected. Godfrey ends up taking the shard, along with Damian's body since it was emitting the same energy.

#33-37 Robin Rises

Bruce hellbent on retrieving Damian from Apokolips and reviving him

-> Robin Rises: Alpha

necessary to read and continues events from #37! Damian's back with a bang lol

#38-40 Superpower

Damian adjusting to having superpowers and being alive again

Annual #1 2013 Batman Impossible

sweet (and funny) one-shot of Damian sending Bruce on a meaningful scavenger hunt around the world while Damian gets to be the cutest Batman for a bit

Annual #2 2014 Batman and Robin: Week One

one-shot takes place during Damian's absence. after Bruce and Alfred find a mystery gift left for Dick, Dick recounts a story he had told Damian from his Robin days.

Annual #3 2015 Moonshot

one-shot Batman and Robin adventure on the moon!

...and of course after Batman and Robin (2011), Damian's story continues in his first solo Robin: Son of Batman (2015)!

[crystallizsch]

Hello! I would like to say that your art my favorite in the entire fandom, I don't know how to describe it but it just feels the best 💃 The way you draw the characters is very nice, Jamil is one of my favorites and you have his personality captured very nicely! Anyway, I hope you have a good day and I hope a lifetime supply of your favorite food drops from the sky for you 🤸‍♀️

AAHH THIS IS MAKING ME CRYYY ANON

i've never received a compliment about my art like this before so that's such an honor to hear 😭💕💕

THANK YOU SO MUCH I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST (*chucks this out here as another thanks*)

[llumimoon]

Hi there, lovebird! May I request one (1) Lincoln Li-Wilson with g10 and the cheers palette, please (alternatively a Dot with b2 and yo-yo if someone already sent that req in)? (also your response to my ask had me smiling SO BIG omg thank you sm you're so sweet and cool skdbfkhavfkhavskhvfvsvs 🥰🥰🥰)

Just two little guys having an equally fun time mhmm

[sketchingstars03]

Hey! It's Ink Sans Anon (your free artist support)! I came to tell you that you're doing a great job! Not just with your drawings!! You're strong and I believe in you!!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take my daughter out for ice cream.

-Ink Sans Anon

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OMG INK SANS ANON!!!!!!

Tysm omg 🥹, you have successfully made my day brighter. I’ll keep on striving to improve, and staying determined for you, Ink!

This means a lot to me

(PS: Splatter’s favourite flavours are cookie dough and birthday cake :3)

@lazy-shapeshiofter since you’re keeping track of these :3

[remythologise]

i just wanna say that you were the person who inspired me to make a tumblr account (i loved your posts about In the Flesh, specifically) and every time i see your posts on my dash i am happy because you are such a fun fandom person who just excitedly talks about great shows

thanks for bringing joy to fandom spaces!

this means so much to me I don't even know how to reply properly like I truly am so touched there aren't words!!! I am so honoured you enjoy my blogging and I'm so happy you made the tumblr account and now you're here having fun too!! If I loved this ask less I could talk about it more 😭 thank you for sending it to me and saying such kind things!

though I will say it's funny you think I bring joy to fandom spaces when all my fandom friends know me as World's Number One Critic and Hater 😭 but I hope I am able to also bring that hate... joyfully to you!!! for a long time to come!!

also In the Flesh.... god I hope some day we find out what was meant to happen on that show even if we never get anything else. To this day I will see Emmett Scanlan in anything and have to pause whatever murder mystery is going on for a 2 hour 'You have to watch in the Flesh' explainer talking at whoever is unfortunate enough to be with me

[piningpebbles]

What do you think cjacks favorite food is? I know a lot of people headcannon him as not needing to eat but I’d like to think once he starts healing, he finds comfort in food :)

i'm both completely on board with the him-not-needing-to-eat-after-revival headcanon and also completely in love with your idea of him finding comfort in food.,,, oh that just means so much to me actually. there's a lot that can be said about death, but in life, i think enjoying food is one of the greatest pleasures you can have.

i think he starts off wholly with niki's baked goods (symbolic of her healing as well) to prepare himself to truly live again. and then works his way up to soups and stews and chicken (like they used to cook in l'manburg).

i'm not sure about an absolute favorite but i think one of his favorites would be jam or jelly. something with fruits he can pick with his hands and smear onto breads -- either gifted from niki or baked himself. i feel like him kneading the dough and feeling the juice from the fruit dripping down his chin would make him feel closer to it, more connected, more grounded in where he is and just more glad to be alive.

[toytulini]

idk. picky eater rights. im coming to your events and turning my picky bitch nose up at your fancy ass desserts you spent a bajillion hours working over in the kitchen and asking if i can find like a basic ass brownie with no extra flairs or ingredients or steps or whatever the fuck. cry about it. stop trying to feed me

[matan4il]

'I'm not sure I deserve all those compliments'

You're so silly! Ofc you do! You bring so much joy to people on here and you're always trying to look on the positives even in face of adversity and I think that's an admirable quality to have. Especially since majority of the world is jaded AF. So thank you for always sharing and always being on here and just for letting us into your world! It's a privilege to everyone who follows you.

Okay, but that is TOO sweet and TOO kind, and if I manage to do even a quarter of what you say, then I'm extremely happy. I wouldn't have thought that just sharing bits of my world could have that effect on others, and now I'm emotional beyond words. But it's a two way street, thank YOU for opening your heart to me and allowing me to share with you! I'm ever so grateful, to you and to anyone else who makes the same choice. Thank you for all the kindness, in whatever form it comes. It's the real magic in life. Sending you endless love, sweetheart, and I hope you know just how admirable you are to me for all the beauty and joy that you spread! xoxox

[unma]

Hey! I've read some of your stories about Frans week and you know what, I really liked them. And I want to read all of your works! They are very cute :3.

Thank you so much! I'm really glad to hear you enjoyed my fics. I really enjoy your work too, so seeing this really made my day!

[rupertholmes]

5, 20 and 80 :^]

5. Livin' in a World Without You - The Ramsus I'm very surprised this song was in my top 10? Not emotionally important to me, still a Very good song regardless! I think it was because of that one day I was listening to it over and over? Thanks Blackheart I literally put this song in your playlist...

20. Forget and Not Slow Down - Relient K I would think this one would be higher :) I absolutely adore this song, the opening track to my favorite albums! AND the namesake while we're at it!

80. Baby - Relient K

Relient K was my top artist this year! And I was predicting it to be so :}