𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ! Yankee Imagines

v. giancarlo stanton

requested by SingerGirl24

prompt xxi - "why don't you come over here and make me?"

   "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌?" Giancarlo bellowed at his girlfriend, who was currently pacing back and forth in his apartment.

"My problem is you, Giancarlo," she said, jabbing a finger in his direction, "You're so fucking jealous and possessive that you can't even trust me to go out with my friends. I can't live like this anymore!"

Giancarlo scoffed, "Yeah, well some of your 'friends' look like they want more than just friendship from you."

They had been together for 4 years now, and despite Giancarlo's fame and success as a baseball player, he still had insecurities about being replaced by another guy. He had noticed how some of the guys his girlfriend called her "friends" looked at her in ways that made his skin crawl. He'd always been the possessive type, but recently it had gotten worse.

Everything blew up that afternoon, when Y/N told him she would be going out to celebrate her best friend's birthday. She invited him, but Giancarlo declined with an attitude she didn't understand. So she asked him about it, and that's when he really lost it.

"Oh really? And which ones might those be?" Y/N shot back, her arms folded across her chest.

She tried not to show how much his behavior upset her, but her eyes were beginning to glisten with tears. Giancarlo saw this but couldn't stop. He was too far into his tirade.

"God, where do I begin?" He placed his hands on his hips, and began counting off on his fingers, "How about the one with the stupid floppy hair who's always smiling at you like-"

"Jesus Christ Giancarlo! Mark is gay and you know it! Are you so insecure that you can't even trust your own girlfriend with another guy? You are a jealous fucking child who can't accept that I have fucking friends and a life outside of this shitty apartment!"

Y/N was full on crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks. Giancarlo couldn't stand to see her cry. It was his weakness, and he knew it. But his anger overpowered his guilt.

"If I'm such a jealous fucking child, why are you still with me?"

Y/N's eyes widened, and she looked at him as if he'd slapped her across the face. She took a shaky breath and wiped away her tears. It was the look on her face that did it for him. That look of utter betrayal and hurt.

"Because I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He could tell that she was fighting back more tears, and he could feel his resolve crumbling. He was silent, unable to think of what to say. The look in his eyes gave him away, though and her shoulders slumped.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Giancarlo began, his voice low, "I don't mean to be like this, I'm just-"

"Just what, Mike? A possessive jerk who doesn't trust me?" Y/N interrupted, her tone sharp. She looked him dead in the eye, daring him to answer.

"I trust you, N/N," Giancarlo replied, his voice quiet, "I'm sorry, okay? I really am."

Y/N was silent, staring at him as if waiting for him to continue.

"Look, you're right. I do get jealous but it makes me crazy to think that someone else could replace me," he paused, rubbing a hand over his face.

"That's never going to happen," Y/N spoke softly, taking a few steps towards him, "You're the only one."

He looked up at her, and felt his heart melt a little bit. He could never stay mad at her for long, especially when she looked at him the way she was now. She reached for him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest.

"I love you," she murmured against him, "but you have to work on the jealousy shit."

"Can you blame me?" he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her head, "I have the hottest girlfriend in the world."

Y/N rolled her eyes, and pulled back to look at him. Her eyes were still slightly red, but the tears were gone. She kissed him on the cheek before turning away and walking towards the bedroom.

"I'm gonna go change into that black dress," she called over her shoulder, "Y'know, the one with the slit up the side?"

Giancarlo rolled his eyes, smirking to himself, "So you want me to act like a jealous idiot tonight, huh?"

Y/N shrugged and turned around, walking backwards towards the bedroom, "Yeah! Sometimes seeing you make an ass of yourself is pretty funny sometimes."

"Shut up," he chuckled, shaking his head.

Y/N bit her lip, "Why don't you come over here and make me?" She barely got the last word out before Giancarlo practically leaped across the room and grabbed her. She giggled and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Giancarlo pressed her up against the wall, his hands firmly gripping her thighs.

"I love you, y'know," he whispered against her lips, "even if you're a brat."

"I love you, too," Y/N smiled, "even if you're a jealous psychopath."

lottie's notes

this imagine really said 📈📉📈📉📈📉📈📉📈📉📈📉

and it's giving toxic 😍

but i really hope you like this!! i'm happy to redo if u want

and stanton fic tonight bc he almost hit a homer today THE FUCKING WIND FUCKED HIM OVER

anywaysss, hope u enjoyed!

comment and vote!

love ya,

- lottie.

published: 9/7/24