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Broke His Heart Cause He Was Nice

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: the games are over now and Peeta finds out your relationship was all an act

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It was the day you were finally set to arrive back home in District 12 after completing your victory tour for winning the games. You’d been anxiously waiting for this day and wanting nothing more than to trade the makeup and tight dresses for your boots and own bed. The train was running late, ironic considering how fast it was, and you were too anxious to sit still. You noticed a pathway near the train platform and longed to be alone with your thoughts in nature.

“I’m gonna take a walk while we wait for the train.” You announced. Effie sighed and shut her compact mirror before looking at you.

“I suppose that’s all right. But don’t go too far. We board in 15 minutes.” She reminded you. You nodded and started to walk away when Peeta stood up.

“Can I come with you?” He asked. You gulped and forced a smile before nodding your head.

“Always.” You told him. He smiled back and walked beside you as you headed down the walkway together. Your hand bumped against Peeta’s as you looked up at the trees around you. As soon as he slipped his hand into yours, you felt tremendous guilt fill your stomach. You were yet to address the nature of your relationship now that the games were over. You had blurred the lines so much between faking a relationship for the camera and navigating your true feelings for Peeta that you had no idea where you stood now. Peeta saw the uneasy look on your face and let go of your hand to walk ahead. He picked some flowers for you and handed you the bouquet he had arranged.

“For you.” He blushed as he presented them to you.

“Oh.” You smiled in surprise. “Thank you.”

Peeta returned the smile before continuing to walk down the pathway. You watched him as he walked, feeling like the distance between you was matching the distance you felt inside.

“I can’t believe we’re actually going to be back in District 12 tomorrow. I really didn’t think we’d ever see it again.” Peeta said as he continued to stroll along the flowerbeds.

“Neither did I.” You admitted, making Peeta stop. He turned around and looked at you for a long time, making you uncomfortable in the silence.

“What do we do once we get back?” He asked as he earnestly stared into your eyes. He looked just as lost as you were and you wished you could give him some answers.

“I guess we try to forget.” You answered, making Peeta’s eyes soften.

“I don’t want to forget.” He said quietly. You stared into his eyes as you guilt built up and up until it threatened to spill out your throat. Before you could say anything more, you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey. There you two are.” Haymitch said as he approached. “You guys should be proud of yourselves. I’ve seen a lot of victory tours but I haven’t heard crowds cheer like that in years. You really sold the whole star-crossed lovers who survived with the power of love thing. Especially you, sweetheart. Keep it up exactly the way you were playing it.”

“Thanks.” You said immediately as your entire face burned in embarrassment. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Peeta’s look of confusion. Haymitch had no idea what he had just done and was too drunk to realize it. He patted your shoulder with a drunken smile and stumbled back to the train.

“What’s he talking about?” Peeta asked as soon as you were alone. You opened your mouth to answer him but found yourself speechless. You knew this moment would come eventually, you just didn’t think it’d happen before you even got a chance to go home.

“What was he talking about? What are you keeping up?” Peeta asked again when you took too long to answer. You looked into Peeta’s eyes and stumbled over a few broken sentences as tears filled your eyes. You didn’t even know why you were crying, you just felt full of emotion over the fact that you knew Peeta’s world was about to shatter. You had grown an immense fondness, even love, for him since the start of all of this and you knew he was about to hate you. Before you could confess the truth, Peeta put it all together. He took a step back from you as his hand went over his mouth.

“Oh my God. It was all an act, wasn’t it?”

Peeta whispered. “The way you behaved in the games wasn’t real. Waking me up with kisses, feeding me, hugging me so tight I could barely breathe. You were just pretending, weren’t you? You did it all for the cameras.”

“Not all of it. Some things were real.” You promised him. “But Haymitch and I knew that if I played up the romance, we’d get more sponsees. And it worked. We did.”

“You and Haymitch had a plan? And you didn’t tell me?” Peeta shouted. He was usually so soft spoken that hearing him yell made you stumbled back in surprise.

“We never officially made a plan.” You tried to explain. “But after I kissed you and we were sent food, I realized that Haymitch was telling me that that’s what we had to do to get sponsors. So I kept doing it. And we kept getting sponsors.”

“I should’ve known.” Peeta shook his head. “I should’ve known you didn’t just happen to fall in love with me.”

“Peeta.” You said tearily as you watched his heart break. You knew he’d be upset, but this was harder than you thought.

“I knew it was too good to be true. You never actually felt the things I felt. You were just playing a part.” Peter said quietly as he wiped his eyes.

“You’re the one who started the romance plot anyway, remember? Why are you mad that I kept it up?” You folded your arms, angry now that he wasn’t seeing your side of things.

“Because I didn’t know there was something to keep up. I didn’t know you and Haymitch had a secret plan behind my back. I was just dumb enough to believe I could actually trust you. How stupid am I?”

“You’re not stupid, Peeta. And you can trust me. You have to understand that I wanted to tell you about it but I couldn’t. There were cameras everywhere. If I told you, everyone watching would’ve known it wasn’t real. I had to keep the illusion. And that meant keeping it a secret from you too.”

“Wasn’t real.” Peeta laughed sadly. “Illusion?”

Your anger subsided for a moment when you heard the pain in his voice. Your choice of words had just thrown salt in his wounds. You stopped trying to win the argument for a moment and realized that you had a right to be angry, but so did he. You walked over to him and cupped his face to make him look at you.

“Peeta, there were so many times I wanted to draw the curtains closed and block the rest of the world out and just be with you. I swear, I did. But we didn’t have that choice. If things were different and we had gotten together in a normal situation, maybe I’d know where my feelings lie. But I don’t, Peeta. I’m sorry.”

“I thought things were going to be different now. I thought something good had come out of the games.” Peeta said as he stared at the ground.

“Things are different.” You insisted.

“Yeah. They definitely are.” Peeta wiped his face and turned away from you so you couldn’t see him cry.

“How can you be mad at me for this? We were strangers before the game. I wasn’t thinking about romance. I was thinking about saving our lives.”

“I know that. In my heart, I know that. I just can’t get it through my head yet. God, I can’t believe you were acting.” Peeta said and stressfully tugged at his hair.

“I know this is upsetting to hear but I wasn’t trying to deceive you. I thought you were acting too.” You protested. “I assumed you knew we had to play up the romance for sponsors and that’s why you kept kissing me and saying the things you did.”

“No. I didn’t know. I was never pretending.” Peeta snapped, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise. He was never one to be quick to anger, so it surprised you that you were having such a hard time getting him to calm down.

“Putting on the act got us both out, okay? There is no other circumstance where we would’ve both come out alive. This was the only way.”

“I know that. I’m sorry. I just wish I knew sooner.” Peeta sighed and sat down on the ground. You looked at him for a minute before looking around and behind you. You wished there was someone, anyone, to tell you what to do in this situation. You wish you had a script or some cards form Effie telling you what to say. Peeta was just sitting on the ground, staring into space, and you had no idea how to bring him back. No one had ever been mad at you in this way before and you didn’t know what to do. Realizing no one was coming to help, you walked over and sat beside Peeta. You could tell he was trying his hardest not to cry but it wasn’t exactly working in his favor. He turned his face away from you and he quietly sniffled.

“If there was a way I could’ve told you, I would’ve.” You said as you placed a hand on his back. Peeta nodded his head and wiped his face before giving you a sad smile.

“I believe you.” He said. You returned the sad smile and rubbed small circles on his back. Peeta stared off into space again while you stared at him. You let silence sit between you for a long time until you broke it.

“Were you really never pretending?” You asked quietly. You saw his mouth tug into a slight smile as he shook his head.

“Never. I meant every word I said.” Peeta said, sounding almost proud. You smiled a little when you thought of all the kind things he had said about you in the cave and how you now knew they were true.

“How much was fake for you?” Peeta asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. He was looking at you now with those puppy dog eyes of his and it made you feel ten times worse.

“I don’t know, Peeta.” You sighed. “I don’t remember every little detail.”

“I do. What about our first kiss? Real or not real?” He asked with a certain desperation in his voice. You cracked a smile in surprise and looked at him.

“Real. I couldn’t bear listening to you talk about dying, so I kissed you to shut you up.” You told him, making him smile as his face turned red.

“I have a feeling you’re forgiving me.” You chuckled and pointed at him, making his smile drop.

“I’m not.” He cleared his throat. “The kisses when you got the broth the first time. Real or not real.”

“Not real. I’m not really the type to wake someone up with kisses.” You said sheepishly.

“I guess I always kind of knew that about you.” Peeta admitted. “What else was fake?”

“When I asked you about your crush on me when we were in the cave. I was trying to get us to have some kind of grand emotional moment because the kisses weren’t cutting it anymore. I needed to go bigger.” You admitted.

“Oh.” Peeta’s face fell. “You didn’t really want to know?”

“I really wanted food.” You confessed. “And I honestly thought you made that story up because you were hungry too. Did your dad really want to marry my mom?”

“Yeah. And he’s not thrilled I told that story, by the way. Apparently it was really quiet in the bakery that night.” Peeta said, making you genuinely laugh for the first time in a while. Peeta couldn’t help but smile when he heard you laughing but wasn’t done with the questions.

“When you said I didn’t have any competition, real or not real?” Peeta asked a a he looked into your eyes.

“That was real.” You replied, and you meant it.

“What about Gale?” Peeta asked, sounding like he didn’t believe you. You looked Peeta up and down

“He’s not your competition.” You laughed like it was silly, making Peeta smile.

“He’s not?” He asked hopefully.

“He’s basically family. I think if something were to ever happen between us, it would’ve happened already.”

“Hm. Good to know.” Peeta blushed and looked away again.

“Any other questions?” You asked him. “I really do want to make it up to you. I’ll answer anything you want.”

“When you said I walk too loud…” Peeta asked and trailed off.

“Real. Very real. You were so loud I wanted to kill you.”

“We could’ve avoided all this if you had.” Peeta muttered, making you laugh again. Peeta laughed as well and looked at you for a moment.

“Did you try as hard as you did to save my life for the romance plot?” He asked quietly as if fearful of the answer.

“No.” You said immediately. “I did what I did because I couldn’t handle the thought of you dying. I still can’t. I almost broke a steel door down when they separated us after we won. You were the only thing on my mind. That was the moment for me when I realized I wasn’t acting all that much. I love you deeply, Peeta. I know that for certain. I’m just not really sure what kind of love that is yet.”

Peeta looked into your eyes for a while and eventually, he seemed to be satisfied with your response. You knew he understood where you were coming from even if it hurt him to know the truth.

“I’m sure what my love is.” He said after a beat of silence. It wasn’t reproachful, more like a passing thought. He knew what he wanted and he wanted you to know it too.

“Could you wait for me? Until I figure it out?”

“I will.” Peeta nodded, making you smile on relief. He smiled too and the faintest blush crept over his cheeks. He looked out into the distance for a minute and a comfortable silence settled between you. He then turned to you and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. Just in case it was his last time for a while getting to do such a thing. It was your first kiss without a single camera present and you felt that familiar hunger sensation in your chest that left you wanting more. When he pulled away, you wanted him to do it again.

“Are you any closer to figuring it out?” He asked completely serious, making you laugh. You stared into his eyes and truly could not imagine your life without him.

“You know what?” You cracked a smile. “Yeah. I am.”

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HEY POOK!!

I found your page this morning and OH MAH LAWRD 😻 WOOF WOOF WOOF, ya know? 😔

Take your time with this request, because I don’t want you to get stressed..

But remember those Eric and Kyle oneshots? Where you are Kyle’s bf but they have their way with you? 😳 (wowzers)

WHAT ABOUT THAT WITH ERIC AND BUTTERS??? LIKE PLS ERICS GF AND BUTTERS JUST SO HAPPENS TO- AHH😩

keep me in ur thoughts 😏

- 🍒

OHHHHHH???????

I’VE BEEN LIKE- TRYING TO WRITE ANOTHER KYLE AND CARTMAN ONE BUT I SUCK AT WRITING KYLE- Cartman and Butters on the other hand???? OOOOOH MAMA (says this as I write whatever comes to mind while I’m at lunch and feeling really embarrassed about it)!! Also I’m like half sure you meant Butters x Cartmans gf reader right??? Sorry if I’m wronggg

Also dw I always think about my anons /hj I love y’all sm

Anyways, thanks to @tiniedemon and @hand-writxen for the ideas while writing. I was stuck on this for the LONGEST time and felt super bad about it. As per usual, I’M NOT SHIPPING THEM IN ANY WAY!!

HAS NSFW CONTENT

Butters x Cartmans gf reader

• Let’s be honest, Cartmans a bit of an voyeur- so when Butters came up to him real apologetic about having a lil crush on his gf it gave him the best idea

• That’s how it started, all of y’all expected it to be a one and done thing BUT NOPE

• But who tf knew that Butters was super fucking horny??? Not you-

• Anyways, the both of them take turns on you ALL THE TIME! It’s mainly because they don’t hate each other so that makes it a hell of a lot easier

• Y’all ever heard of double penetration??? YEAH THATS THEM- JUST HEAR ME OUT ON IT

• They’re both kinda impatient (difference is although Butters might get antsy he can wait, Cartman refuses to) so like, double penetration does happen quite a bit

• Butters has like, no chill tho. He’s super obvious about his crush on you and how he feels about you, dudes ALL over you and it’s kinda cute ngl. It annoys Cartman tho so it usually ends in him making Butters watch y’all fuck or something and not letting him touch you to remind him who’s gf you are

• Butters gets so whiny too, he’s desperate to touch you and he’d do literally anything Cartman tells him just for the chance of a bj or something

• Cartmans a sadist so he usually makes Butters get on his knees and beg or something. That part’s not even sexual he just likes feeling the power 👀

• Tbh Butters is a really sweet, passionate guy so most of the time he puts your pleasure before his own. In his eyes, you come first so ofc he’s gonna make you cum first even if he has to edge himself

• But omg those few times where he really lets go and he’s really rough and uses you 😩

• Anyways so enough of that, ngl Cartman really likes watching Butters eat you out. Sometimes after he jerks off to y’all he has post nut clarity and thinks he’s a lil creepy but that’s like, immediately gone because he realizes he doesn’t care enough

• Honestly, I can see Butters fucking you but Cartman being completely in control the entire time

• He says he wants Butters to edge you? It’s done. He wants you guys to overstim yourselves, DONE

• He loves seeing Butters edge you and himself. Definitely likes seeing the tears of frustration and taunting you about it, calling you his crybaby

• Butters definitely whimpers while edging himself and gets really caught up in how good you feel, hehe Cartman edges himself a couple times too while y’all do 🤭

• Hear me out, he’s super mean about cumming. Literally will not let either of you cum until he does from you sucking him off

• I dunno, orgasm denial is just a huge thing here ya know? Like in his eyes (at the moment) y’all are just fuck toys entertaining him 💅

• Cartman is such a control freak but it’s honestly kinda hot to both of y’all. Butters is definitely more on the sub side a lot of the time so it works out for you guys

• NOW YOU GOTTA HEAR ME OUT AGAIN ‼️ the both of them like watching you get yourself off using toys. Also mutual masturbation ngl. They jerk each other off while watching you <33

• Like I said, orgasm denial is a huge thing so Cartman probably makes you get off on some sort of vibrator but doesn’t let you cum for the longest time because he wants you to beg. He starts rubbing off on Butters at some point and he starts doing similar things

• Would not be surprised if Cartman makes you get off on his shoe (def a new pair he only uses for that purpose because ew, germs) while the two jerk each other off

• EHEHEHE imagine Cartman makes you fuck yourself on a dildo and watches because he says you’re not ready or even worth him and Butters dicks yet

• Definitely says you have to work for it and likes watching you do it. I swear no amount of preparation prepares you for the both of them at the same time. FUCKING ANIMALS

• Anyways, Butters is probably secretly into pegging. Just hear me out ok???

• He really really wants you to peg him while Cartman fucks you (in Cas’ words, a lil train)

• Omg so like, jerking him off while you peg him and Cartman just jerking off the whole time because damn who knew you looked super hot while pegging someone

• I feel like Cartman really likes seeing his cum on your face and at the end of y’all’s… session the two of them usually jerk off on your face and tits

• Butters definitely thinks you look super pretty with cum on you while Cartman kinda sees it as a hot degrading thing

• Sometimes this kinda stuff happens in public where they’re both horny and they literally fight over who gets a blowjob from you because they don’t have much time or privacy

• Anyways, both literally love a good creampie so you best believe that both of them do creampie you. CONSTANTLY

• Round after round man, Cartman just really likes seeing it drip out of you. Probably smacks your pussy (somewhat lightly) just to giggle as you whimper before fingering it back in

• All that is just an instant boner for both of them. THEY’RE INSATIABLE I TELL YOU, INSATIABLE

• Before y’all go out sometimes they both cum in your underwear and make you wear it out after rubbing it in, this definitely isn’t something I saw on an NSFW twitter acc that made me giggle and kick my feet

• They’ve both ruined and owe you SO MANY panties because they keep using them to jerk off or they cum in them. FOR SOME REASON IT STAINS AND JUST RUINS THE PANTIES and both of them feel so proud of doing that

HERE YOU NASTY PEOPLE I’VE FED YOU WITH THIS DECENTLY LONG DICK HCS THING

All jokes aside I really liked writing this so ty for the request babes <33

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Poly!Bethan Headcanons

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ Hey! I was just wondering if you could do some fluff hcs or a oneshot for Poly!Bethan x Reader (?). It's fine if not^^ have a good day/night! :) “ @thatonehornymf

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

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You and Benny definitely feed into each other's recklessness. It’s a problem. You’re usually very chill and collected but when it’s you and Benny, it feels like your inner child is rejoicing and you can let go of all common sense and responsibilities and just live! Sure, that sometimes lands you two in trouble (many hours spent in detention between the 2 of you) but ultimately, the fun you have together outweighs the consequences. Plus your other boyfriend is right there for you!

He waits for you in the cafeteria or library. You always walk home together, so this is usually the time you and Benny will have to explain yourselves and he will give you a long and boring lecture about being more “responsible” and whatnot. It’s ok tho, because he will always end said lecture by kissing both of you and reminding you how much he loves you.

Ethan just loves you two so so much, he doesn’t want you to think any differently just because he’s acting annoyed. All he wants is for you to not get in trouble!

Date nights are definitely rare. It’s not because you 3 don’t wanna go out, but because you already spend so much time together at Ethan’s house, dates don’t feel exactly necessary. It’s not like any of you are the “going out to a fancy restaurant in suits and dresses'' type.

Even when you do go out, it’ll more than likely be something casual, like a movie! The boys will make a point of getting you your own bag of popcorn, while they share theirs because “as a lady”, you shouldn’t have to share your snacks with anyone. You’ll take turns picking the movies and everytime you guys agree on a horror movie, it’s custom to let E sit in the middle because poor boy gets so scared and you and  Benny love sharing knowing looks while holding his hand or wrapping your arms around him

Benny is the KING of gifts!! He’s more observant than many think and always knows exactly what to get his two lovers to leave them speechless. He drops them on you at the most random moments too. He needs no occasion to get you the newest game you’ve been into and new paranormal hunting equipment for Ethan

When you get tangled up in paranormal business, Ethan becomes extremely overprotective of you and Benny! He will stop at nothing to keep you safe, which sometimes leads to arguments because he would much rather prefer you two stay home and out of it but you remind him that he can’t do it by himself, he needs you!

If any of you end up getting hurt at all, even if it’s as much as a scratch, you have a plan already in place!! You’ll go back to one of your houses and clean up, before starting a massive cuddle session!! The injured one reserves the right to choose the playlist that’s going off, but the others choose the snacks.

Neither of your boys are very affectionate in public, but they like it when you are being unapologetically clingy with them. They feel loved and appreciated and it’s a real boost of confidence to know that you are not embarrassed to be dating the school’s biggest nerds, regardless of what others might say.

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Lucien Crown as Your Sugar Daddy - Headcanons

Lucien Crown x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sugar Daddy, illness

You called him Lucien or Daddy

No matter what others said or called him as

To you he was Daddy or Lucien

Or any cute nickname you could come up with

As long as it wasn’t Milo

After Michael’s many promises of a cure, Lucien had enough

And so, without even looking, during a meeting with a politician, he became aware of sugar babies

The topic intrigued him enough to start looking

He figured he might as well have some fun before he dies

He interviewed in total 16 girls

None piqued his interest

You arrived a bit late, the 17th girl

And you were perfect

While he could tell the others pitied him for his illness

You did not

You treated him equally throughout the interview 

You even joked around

And he liked that

You had a few set of rules as you explained that he would be your first.. Sugar Daddy

Your rules were very basic and he agreed to them all

He whipped up a contract that day and you both signed it

You were the perfect distraction

While you did take his illness seriously, you didn’t shy away from joking

For example, whenever you two were walking somewhere, you would call him grandpa

“Come on Grandpa! You are so slow! I shouldn’t have to call you Daddy when in reality you are Grand-Daddy!!!”

You made him laugh

Every time, all day

And soon, you moved to his place

He wanted you around all the time

And you were happy to be there

You were surprised when he said he doesn’t require you to have sex with him

You thought that was a huge part of Sugar Daddies

But you also understood that he was different

He wanted someone around him, someone to take his mind off of his pain

And you tried your best to do just that

He set up an account for you, gave you a card and explained he will put enough money on it for you and you could spend the money as you please

But he was surprised to see, you didn’t buy anything

In fact, you only bought things for him

You got him a nice new tie that you saw

You got ingredients because you wanted to bake cupcakes

You got him a birthday present

If he didn’t know any better, he would say you were in love with him

And he would be correct

But he didn’t know

He brought you on many dates

Dates to the best restaurants

Dates to the nicest places

Dates to stores where he would buy you dresses he likes to see you in

During one date however, a couple of drunk guys started to laugh at him, making fun of him

And you didn’t like that

He said he was used to it

But you weren’t

“Hey! Fuckfaces! Go and make fun one yourselves instead, you pathetic bunch! I will let you know he has the biggest cock and he surely knows how to use it! You disgusting cockroaches!”

The men ran as two cops arrived because of your yelling

Lucien was thankful for what you did

On your ride back home, you worriedly turned to him

“I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I embarrassed you, I apologize.”

“Quite the opposite actually, you made me very proud. Thank you for standing up for me.” he said

And he kissed you, it was the first kiss you two shared

A simple kiss

But it meant so much to the both of you

It was the day he noticed he had feelings for you

He would often sit in his office, looking at the contract

As if to remind himself why were you there

You wouldn’t be there if you didn’t have the contract

And he was sure you would leave as soon as it would end

But if that’s the truth

If you really were there only for his money

Then why didn’t spend it?

He checked time and time again, waiting for anything

A huge purchase or a transfer

He thought you would transfer the money to your own account

But nothing like that happened

It confused him

So much so that one morning, during breakfast, he asked you

He asked you why would you stay and don’t spend the money

“Because I genuinely like you, Lucien. If anything, I should say I am in love with you. But I know you don’t feel the same and that’s okay.”

But he did

And he told you he did

Both of you just sat there, confused and shocked

But after the shock, you both started dating

With the contract officially burnt

You two had sex that night for the first time, you were nervous but you knew you had to help him a lot, and you were okay with that

Turns out, when you yelled at those men, you were actually pretty accurate

He did have a very nice cock

And while his illness didn’t allow him to be on top

You absolutely enjoyed riding him

All. Night. Long.

Sometimes he had to tell you to slow down because he was tired

But it also didn’t take him long to regain his strength and keep going

He also had a wonderful mouth which you didn’t know he could use so skillfully, but he surely did

He definitely had a thing for you being the dominant one

But you did let him tell you what he wanted you to do

You let him lead you

You were happy

You were in love and happy

But you still didn’t stop calling him Daddy from time to time

A/N: I have more ideas for him, let me know if anyone would be interested and I’ll write those.

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instead of you [part six] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, swearing, mentions of sex, simulated sex (18+ mdni), menstruation mentions

word count: 5.2k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!! ; i know minho is the chef of the group but just suspend your disbelief for this series and pretend it’s jisung

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“Tickets are seventeen euros.”

You patted your back pocket instinctively in search of your wallet before remembering it was in the backpack Jisung was carrying.

“Nice try,” he said smugly and turned around so that you couldn’t reach the zipper. “You’re our guest on this trip, remember? Everything is already paid for.”

You didn’t need reminding. You knew you were tagging along for free- it had been one of the ways Jisung had convinced you to come, but you still felt guilty. It felt like you were taking advantage of the Hans, even if you were doing Jisung a favor.

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, catching the attention of Minho who chuckled at your pathetic little display.

“That’s cute, but our parents are both earth signs. Stubbornness runs in the family.”

You cocked your head at Minho in intrigue. “You know your parents’ zodiac signs?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason, I just think that’s interesting,” you hummed. “Out of curiosity, do you know your rising sign?”

“Scorpio. Why?”

You turned and gave Jisung a look. He nodded in confirmation and you both mouthed whore at each other. You turned back towards Minho and smiled fakely.

“Again, just curious.”

“Here are your tickets, kids,” Nikki announced from her spot at the ticket booth, ushering the four of you forward. “We’re giving you two hours to explore. You can go off by yourselves or stay together, but your father and I are going to start with the sculptures.”

“That’s their way of telling us they don’t want to hang out with us,” Felix whispered loudly.

Nikki gave her son a cold glare and shook her head at him. “Not funny.”

“I thought it was pretty funny,” he pushed.

“And you wonder why we don’t want to hang out with you guys,” Dom said pointedly.

All three of the boys groaned or rolled their eyes at their father and swiped a ticket from their mother. Your little group made their way over to the security line while Nikki and Dom split off in another direction.

“They’re already embarrassed to be seen with us,” Jisung scoffed.

“They’re just getting coffees,” Minho assured him, nodding in the direction of the café where they were standing in line.

“They never drink coffee,” Felix said, “so they are definitely embarrassed of us.”

“I would be too,” you sighed, already tired of them. It wasn’t even noon yet.

“Well you’re stuck with us.” Jisung smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned.

He dragged you by the hand behind his brothers to the back of the line, where you waited patiently to be admitted into the museum. They had you empty your pockets and place bags on a conveyor belt to be scanned like they did at the airport. Jisung explained that security had been upgraded in the past few years as France didn’t have very many… fans internationally.

“You colonize a few dozen countries and run their economies into the ground and suddenly you’re the bad guy,” you said sarcastically, earning a shush from Minho at the front of the line as he approached the security guard.

“How many are in your party?” the man asked.

“Four.”

He eyed your group in a bored sort of manner and motioned you forward one at a time through the metal detector. Once through, you followed Jisung and his brothers through the main hall and up an escalator into one of the galleries.

It wasn’t nearly as crowded as the lobby had been, and it was much quieter. Visitors meandered around the room in small groups or solo, admiring the paintings on the walls thoughtfully.

Minho and Felix moved further and further ahead of you and Jisung as you walked through the gallery. They were clearly less interested in the art than you were, but you didn’t mind. Jisung stuck by your side, but you knew he was only doing so to humor you. He didn’t care about some old fucking paintings and he didn’t give a fuck about the “pretentious white men” who painted them. You didn’t know much about art, aside from the one art history class you took your sophomore year, but you still enjoyed looking at the pretty pictures.

You had never had the opportunity to see history up close like this, and it captivated you. Each brush stroke was discernible, individual. You could reach out and touch the canvas if you wanted to, though you would certainly be kicked out on the spot.

Jisung hung back, a few paces behind you. You could feel his gaze on the back of your head, observing you observing the art. You tried not to linger too long in front of each painting, not wanting to lose Minho and Felix completely.

As you made your way through the gallery you noticed a woman with long black hair perched upon one of the velvet benches with a sketchpad in her hands. She was drawing a replica of the piece in front of her, a painting by Lorenzo Pasinelli titled Sainte Cecile chantant. You watched the woman with the sketchbook trace careful lines on her paper with a chunk of graphite. She etched the portrait quietly, leaning around onlookers who blocked her view. You were in awe of her. The way she effortlessly copied the painting onto paper, the way she was in her own little world, unbothered by the crowd around her.

“C’mon, baby,” Jisung urged gently with a nudge of his elbow. He waited until you were out of the woman’s earshot to mutter, “you were into her, weren’t you?”

You pushed him off of you in annoyance. “So what if I was?”

“I’m your boyfriend, remember?”

“I was just admiring her art,” you said defensively.

“Uh huh, you were admiring something all right.”

“I hate you.”

“Remember our list of rules?”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your voice to a whisper. “I wasn’t going to hook up with her. I doubt I even know enough French to ask her if she likes girls.”

“You did see her earrings, right? They were strawberries.”

“You’re not allowed to say things like that, okay?”

“It was just an observation!”

“A stereotypical one.”

“All I’m saying is she would’ve been into you, given the chance.”

“Do you want me to remain abstinent or not?” you huffed in frustration, “because you’re giving me mixed signals.”

Jisung shook his head, double stepping to catch up with you and grab your hand in his own. “Sorry, old wingman habits die hard I guess.”

You chuckled and let him lead you back behind his brothers despite your longing glances towards paintings you merely passed by. Minho and Felix were bickering about something when you rejoined them at the end of the hall, but you couldn’t be bothered to ask what. Jisung, on the other hand-

“What are you guys fighting about?”

Minho turned sharply on his heel to face his younger brother, causing the two of you to nearly crash into him. “We’re not fighting.”

“Okay, what are you guys talking about,” Jisung amended.

“Trying to decide where to go next.”

“And what are you debating between?” you asked.

“Minho says we should go see the Mona Lisa next since there’s always a line and we only have a couple hours here, but I think it’s a waste of time,” Felix explained. “The Mona Lisa is just an overrated painting that brings in tourists.”

“We are tourists,” Jisung pointed out to his twin.

“And y/n’s never seen it before, dumbass” Minho added. “It wouldn’t be fair to deprive her of that.”

“We don’t all have to go together,” you said hurriedly. “Your parents said we could break off into groups.”

The boys seemed to give your suggestion a moment of thought before Minho spoke up again. “Well I kind of want to see it too,” he admitted.

Felix rolled his eyes. “You could’ve just said that, idiot.”

-

The line for the Mona Lisa was long, as Felix had predicted, and you had to trek all the way back out into the lobby under the glass pyramid just to be admitted into the gallery it was held in.

“It feels like we’re in line for a rollercoaster,” you said offhandedly when it had been silent for a bit too long.

“Trust me, this is much less fun than a rollercoaster,” Felix grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Don’t be a dick,” Jisung chided.

“I was just being honest.”

“Be a little less honest then.”

Silence fell over the group again and the four of you traded wary looks, shuffling forward when the queue moved every so often. It was still only ten a.m. and you felt like you needed a nap. You tried listening in on the conversations around you, but couldn’t understand any of them. The couple in front of you was speaking French much too fast for you to keep up with and the family behind you was joking in German.

Jisung nudged your shoulder gently and gave you a look that you understood immediately. You cleared your throat and took a minute to think while Jisung held up all ten of his fingers.

“Never have I ever missed an exam because I was hungover.”

“That’s targeting! That’s not fair!” Jisung protested.

“No it’s not! How am I supposed to know if you’ve ever done that?”

“Because I called you about it immediately when it happened.”

“Oops, must’ve forgotten,” you lied, trying to hide a smile.

“You wanna play like that? Fine, never have I ever blacked out on a first date.”

You narrowed your eyes at your fake boyfriend and begrudgingly put a finger down.

“What are you doing?” Felix asked suddenly, leaning over to watch.

“Playing Never Have I Ever. We play whenever we have time to kill,” Jisung said.

“Wanna join?” you offered. Minho and Felix shrugged and held up their hands. “Okay, but we’re starting over to make it fair.”

“And this time no targeting,” your best friend sneered, glaring at you.

You held up your hands innocently. “I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“Go ahead, babe, you start,” Jisung prompted you, winking.

You knew you had to tread carefully in front of Jisung’s brothers so you started with an easy one. “Um, never have I ever been in a fight.”

You looked around the circle expectantly, but the only one who put a finger down was Minho.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Really? When have you been in a fight?”

“He’s probably lost count by now,” Jisung whispered not so quietly.

“It was only a couple!” Minho said defensively. “Anyway, never have I ever been to college.”

“I think that counts as targeting, but whatever,” you muttered to yourself as you and Jisung put a finger down simultaneously.

Jisung took his turn next. “Never have I ever flirted with someone to get something for free.”

You and Minho both sheepishly put a finger down while Felix shook his head in judgment. He was the only one with all of his fingers still up. You, on the other hand, were tied with Minho for the most fingers down.

Felix took a second to think about it before taking his turn. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

You pursed your lips and lowered a finger while Jisung’s brothers looked at you in shock. They both turned back to see if Jisung had put a finger down too, but he hadn’t, leaving them to draw their own conclusions.

“It was before we started dating,” you supplied, not offering any other details. Your fake boyfriend’s brothers didn’t need to know that you had actually had more than one, and that the last one had been just three months ago, or that it was at a sorority party. You were in deep enough as it was.

The game stopped there as you were finally let into the gallery where the Mona Lisa was on display. There were a couple more rows of the queue to get through, but it appeared to be moving fast. The security guards were urging the crowd along, scolding anyone who lingered in front of the painting for longer than a couple of seconds.

You tried peering over the heads of the people in front of you, but they were too tall. You were forced to wait patiently for your turn to see her like everyone else. The pathway widened a little when you got to the front, allowing for more people to pass in front of the glass case and take pictures. You pushed your way to the front of the little section and pressed yourself against the metal bar to get a good look.

You didn’t want to admit it, but Felix was right. The Mona Lisa was overrated. And tiny. The painting was beautiful, that much was true, but you knew the only reason it was hailed as a masterpiece was because it had been stolen over a hundred years ago and then miraculously recovered. You still remembered that bit of trivia from Art History 101. Your professor would be proud.

You leaned closer and snapped a picture with your phone to commemorate the experience. You had seen it, the most famous painting in the world, with your own two eyes and now you could mark it off your bucket list.

“Keep moving!”

You jerked your head in the direction of the voice and locked eyes with a security guard who gestured for you to get out of the way. He had probably already yelled at you in French and when you didn’t realize the order was directed at you assumed you were an ignorant American- which you were, but you were still offended.

You turned around to look for Jisung, but he wasn’t behind you. In fact, none of the Hans were. You double-checked and then triple-checked, but they were nowhere to be seen. Maybe they were waiting for you at the end of the line…

But when you made your way to the end, they weren’t there either. You tried not to panic, they had to be somewhere close by- they wouldn’t just leave you, right? It wasn’t like you could call Jisung either because your data plan still wouldn’t be activated for a few more hours. A brief search of the gallery turned up nothing. They were gone.

Now you were beginning to panic. You hadn’t discussed a meeting place if one of you were to get lost. Even if you had, you wouldn’t know how to get there. The palace was fucking huge, and Jisung was the one with the map.

You followed the flow of traffic through the big arched doorway at the other end of the hall that led into yet another gallery with plum-colored walls. You were breaking the number one rule of being lost, which was to stay where you were, but you were feeling desperate. You felt like it was your fault you got separated from the group so you needed to be the one to find them. The paintings and artworks on the wall were a blur, you barely paid attention to them as you searched the exhibit.

On the verge of tears, you trailed behind a group of visitors down one of the main staircases, watery eyes frantically searching the crowd until you recognized a familiar face staring back. Minho was standing on the staircase opposite to you, frozen in place, eyes wide in relief.

Immediately he began pushing through the mass of people, fighting against the tide to get to you. You did the same and met him halfway where he crushed you into a hug.

“Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, arms still around you.

You stiffened in his embrace, unsure of what to do. Do you hug him back? Do you push him off? You didn’t know. You decided to settle for what you hoped was a middle ground.

“Are you happy to see me or not?” you asked, getting mixed signals from a Han for the second time that day.

Minho let go of you finally and cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m happy!” he assured you, “just don’t do that again, okay?”

You nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“C’mon, let’s go find the twins. They were looking for you in the atrium.”

You walked alongside Minho in silence as you navigated the winding halls of the Louvre together. You wouldn’t let him go ahead of you. You were too afraid to lose him again.

“How long have you and Jisung been dating again?” he asked suddenly.

“Since November,” you answered automatically. “So a little less than a year. Why?”

He shrugged. “I was just curious. I know you guys were best friends before and it just makes me wonder how much changed after that transition.”

“What do you mean?”

Minho paused to gather his thoughts like he was choosing his words carefully. “Just that, you guys still seem like best friends, you know? Like you’re best friends first, in a relationship second. It’s really nice.”

You expected a ‘but’, you could practically hear it dangling from his lips- he stopped there, letting whatever he had been about to say dissipate in the space between you.

Your mind began to race. Did he suspect your little act? Was he unconvinced or did he know something? You needed to get back to Jisung.

Luckily when you turned the corner the stairway opened into a large room that you guessed to be the atrium. It was mostly empty, save for a few large marble statues and planters commanding the attention of all the nearby patrons. A sectioned glass roof hung overhead, bathing the room in natural light.

Jisung was standing a few meters away next to Felix with his hands in his pockets. You were running towards him before he even saw you. You grabbed him by the shoulders and threw yourself into him. He stumbled, but caught you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You didn’t let him get the chance to speak before you were kissing him. It was more passionate than usual, more than just a peck on the lips. You didn’t know if it was because you were so relieved to see him, or if you were trying to prove something to Minho.

He broke away and gave you a quizzical look.

“We need to have sex,” you whispered.

“What?” he hissed back, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Not for real- we just need to make them think we’re having sex,” you explained. Jisung followed your gaze over to his brothers. Felix had joined Minho by the entrance where they were now deep in discussion. “Minho isn’t convinced.”

Jisung nodded at you like it was decided and took a deep breath. “So, how are we going to do this?”

-

“What exactly did Minho say?”

You looked up from where you had been pacing in front of the bed. “What?” 

“What did Minho say? About us.” 

“He said it seems like we’re still best friends.”

“We are best friends.”

“But he said it like, we’re best friends first, dating second. And he said he wonders how much changed about our relationship after we started dating.”

“What did you tell him?” 

“Nothing, it was more like he was talking to himself. He asked me when we started dating and then mentioned it offhandedly.”

Jisung rubbed his hands on his jeans nervously and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Why does he care?”

You shrugged and sat down next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe he was just trying to be a protective big brother?”

“Well he needs to mind his own business,” Jisung muttered. 

“C’mon, Ji give him a break! He’s trying to save you from getting your heart broken by an immoral, scheming harlot like me.”

Your best friend gave you an unimpressed look. “A harlot? Since when do you have the vocabulary of a fifteenth-century pirate?”

“Just thought I’d spice things up.”

“Promise me you won’t use it when we have pretend-sex in a couple of minutes?”

You frowned. “You mean you don’t want me to call you ‘matey’ in bed?”

“Absolutely not. Us fucking is already weird enough.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” you insisted. “Anyway, Minho was probably just looking out for you.”

“I don’t know about that,” he said doubtfully. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“Nothing,” Jisung brushed it off with an abrupt subject change. “Now about us having sex… what’s the plan?”

“We just… do what they did in Easy A. Hotel walls are thin, right? They’ll be able to hear us.”

“You really think that’ll work?”

“It’s the best I’ve got.”

Jisung sighed and ran a hand through his hair, further emphasizing his disheveled appearance. You put your hand over his and laced your fingers together. 

“Should we start like… now?” Jisung asked, checking his watch.

“Maybe wait a few minutes?” you suggested. “It’s kind of early. We could start at eleven.”

“Wouldn’t they think it’s weird that we’re having sex at eleven on the dot?”

“Fine then, eleven oh two.”

“I’ll pencil it in,” Jisung joked, causing you to yank your hand out of his in disdain. 

While you waited for the scheduled time to roll around you got ready for bed. You showered the day off, letting the hot water ease some of the tension from your sore muscles. You knew you’d be worse off in the morning, but you hoped that a steamy shower would at least help a little. Jisung showered next as you slipped into pajamas and went through your nightly routine. You were never very good at remembering to moisturize, or do any skincare for that matter, but you were determined to make it a habit by the end of the summer. 

You scrolled through your phone anxiously while you waited for Jisung to get out of the shower. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, this wasn’t even the most intimate thing you’d done together. You’ve kissed dozens of times before by now- you’d watched porn together for christ’s sake. Why was this the breaking point?

The couple glasses of wine you’d had at dinner to hype yourself up for tonight were starting to wear off. The pleasant buzz was gradually fading and being replaced by sober realization. Jisung’s brothers weren’t your only neighbors. Other guests were staying on the opposite side of you as well. They would surely hear you if you were going to be loud enough for Minho and Felix to hear you- was it even worth it? To put some poor strangers through your improv act? No, you were already too far in. You had made your bed, now you had to lie in it. Literally. 

Jisung emerged from the bathroom with a towel in his hand, using it to shake his curls dry. He’d changed into his version of pajamas- a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and grinned when he saw you were wearing pretty much the same thing. 

“Ready?” he asked, tossing the towel to the side.

“Wait, Jisung, I just realized-”

“What is it?”

“I’m still on my period.”

“So?”

You blinked. “So… it wouldn’t make sense to have sex?”

“Why not?”

“Because it would make a big mess!”

“I’m still not seeing an issue,” Jisung said matter-of-factly. “Have you never had period sex before?”

“Have you?” you countered. 

“Yeah, you haven’t?”

You shook your head. “No, none of the guys I’ve been with were down for it. And I was too nervous to ask the girls.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you only date losers,” he quipped with a smirk. 

“Need I remind you who I’m pretend-dating right now?” 

Jisung pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at you. “I doubt Minho even remembers you’re on your period,” he pointed out. “And if he does he won’t think anything of it. Period sex is normal.”

“Fine, okay. What time is it?”

“Eleven-oh-four.”

“Shit, we better get started then.”

Jisung just nodded and joined you on the bed. He kneeled in front of the headboard and wrapped a hand around the frame. You looked to your best friend for the go-ahead and winked when he gave you the thumbs-up. 

You cleared your throat awkwardly, suddenly aware of the echo in the otherwise silent room. You weren’t even naked, but you felt so exposed. For someone who prided themselves on being so sexually expressive you were choking. But Jisung was looking at you expectantly and the clock was ticking so you mustered up what little courage you had and let out a soft moan. 

“Louder,” Jisung urged. 

You shot him a dirty look but did as he instructed, raising your voice an octave. Jisung grinned in approval and gestured with his hand, encouraging you to continue. 

“Why don’t you have a turn?” you demanded. “Making your girlfriend do all the work? That’s not very gentleman-like.”

“In my head, this is just foreplay, so I’m like fingering you or something. We’re not actually having sex yet.”

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize our porno had a narrative,” you hissed.

Jisung rolled his eyes at you. “Just keep moaning.”

“Ji,” you whined loudly, unmoving on the bed where you were flipping him off. “Fuck, Jisung! Feels so good!”

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, finally breaking his silence. 

“So good,” you repeated breathily. 

Jisung released his hold on the headboard so that it could start to knock against the wall you shared with his brothers as you both rocked your hips to simulate the pace of sex. 

“Fuck,” Jisung grunted and you’d be lying if you said your stomach didn’t twist at that. 

You supposed this was the part in the storyline where you were actually having sex, so you tried to make yourself sound as needy and desperate as possible. 

“God, Jisung, don’t stop!”

Jisung rammed the bed frame against the wall even harder and groaned your name, clapping a hand to his thigh to make it sound like he was slapping your ass. You continued to beg and plead for a few more minutes before you both decided to kick it up a notch. Jisung put a hand around his throat, motioning for you to act like you were being choked. 

How did he know you liked to be choked?

Lucky guess.

You took his suggestion and closed a hand around your throat to muffle your moans. You were out of breath, for real now, from all of the flailing around and jumping and choking yourself that you were just about ready to wrap it up.

“Should we cum now?” you whispered.

“How long has it been?”

“I dunno, like five minutes?”

“You think I’d only last five minutes?” Jisung accused.

“I think five minutes is being generous,” you scoffed. 

“Fine, but you first.”

You sighed tiredly and prepared yourself for the crescendo. You stretched your arms above your head and moaned in relief as your muscles tensed and relaxed, arching your back off the bed dramatically. 

“Fuck, Ji. Right there right there right there,” you cried, loud enough for the whole fucking city of Paris to hear you. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

“You look so fucking hot like this, y/n,” Jisung praised, catching you by surprise. 

You whipped your head over to stare at him, but he wasn’t even looking at you. He was scrolling through Twitter with one hand while rocking the headboard back and forth with the other. 

You rolled your eyes at his multitasking and continued moaning obnoxiously like an amateur pornstar. You “finished” first with another string of curses and Jisung’s name and he followed shortly behind you, voice wavering as he slowed the motion of the bed. 

Jisung flopped back on the bed next to you wordlessly. You were both still catching your breath and processing everything that had happened. You pressed your fingers to the pulsepoint on your neck and began to count. Out of all the walking you already did today, faking sex with Jisung was the most cardio-heavy by far. 

“I think that was my best performance ever,” you said proudly once your lungs didn’t feel like they were burning from the inside out. 

“What are you comparing it to?” Jisung asked, turning his head to look at you properly. 

“My third grade VBS concert, my entire high school theater experience, telling customers it was a pleasure to serve them, faking orgasms with frat guys, do you need me to keep going?” 

He chuckled. “You were an excellent co-star.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself. Do you think they’ll buy it?”

“Definitely, but if you want to seal the deal I might have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“I give you a hickey.”

You bolted upright. “Are you serious?”

“Not an obvious one, it’ll be easy to hide.” 

“Then what’s the point of having it in the first place?”

Jisung shrugged. “You cover it with makeup in the morning, but not so much that it’ll wear off later in the day when my parents aren’t around. If Minho is really as nosy as we think, he’ll definitely notice it and stop asking questions.”

“You don’t think it’ll just lead to more questions? Who’s to say he’s going to be looking at my neck anyway?”

“Oh he will be,” Jisung said confidently. 

“How do you know?”

“I just do.” 

“Fine, fuck it,” you groaned, giving in. “Go easy, though, okay?”

Your best friend smirked. “No promises.”

You pushed down your shirt to expose more of your neck and shoulders and scooted closer to him on the bed. You rolled your head to the side to give him easy access. He brushed your hair out of the way and leaned down so that he was just inches away from your collarbone. His breath tickled your skin as he hovered above you, deciding where to mark you. You flinched when you felt his teeth sink into the tender skin just below your jaw. You held back a yelp and tried to relax, but the sheer absurdity of it all was getting to you. And it tickled. Jisung licked the spot he had just bitten and then began to suck on it, eliciting a sheer squeal from you. 

“Shh!” He had broken away to scold you. 

“You know I’m ticklish!” you argued back defensively. 

“Try to stay still.”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Jisung placed a hand on each of your shoulders to hold you down as he went back to work. By the time he was finished your neck was sore from holding it in an uncomfortable position for so long and your left hand had fallen asleep. 

“There,” he said finally, satisfaction clear on his face. 

You got up to go look in the mirror in front of the bathroom to evaluate his artistry. Right on your neck in plain view was a fresh bruise, blooming purple underneath your skin. 

“Jisung, this is huge!” you complained. 

“It’ll go down in the morning!” he insisted. 

“I know how hickeys work, genius. It’s still fucking giant.”

“It’s not as bad as you think it is, okay? Now come on, let’s go to bed.”

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Reminiscence

Part Seven

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Obi Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

Summary: With the arrival of the Empire after they tracked you from Batuu, you and Obi-Wan fight to get everyone to safety before your long lost friend wreaks havoc on the outpost.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: canon typical violence, fluff, death (no major characters), lil bit of evil behavior from the empire

A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to get back to this series, I missed it so much!! I hope you guys enjoy <3

The rays of the sun above glowed warm against your skin as you joined Master Kenobi outside on the steps of the Jedi Temple. It felt good to breathe the outside air, it's only too bad that the air you smelled was some of the galaxy's most polluted. It was your first week with him, and things were going okay, but you couldn't help but feel the relentless tension pulling at you both every time you were near him. It must be just the discomfort of something new, you thought.

"Ah, there he is" Obi Wan spoke up, referencing the tall, young Jedi that walked toward you both. His black robes set him apart from the way the others presented themselves, and his hair fell to his shoulders, wavy and slightly unkempt.

“Y/N I’d like you to meet Anakin” Your new Master introduced you to his other padawan. Anakin had already taken on his own padawan, due to how advanced his skills were, and the fact that a new wave of younglings had thrown off the balance of masters and apprentices.

“Nice to meet you” You smiled warmly at him.

“You as well. I hear you’ll be training under Master Kenobi now” He stated, more to make conversation rather than actual wonder. Master Kenobi had already told him about you.

“Yes, I was reassigned from Master Ti” You clarified. You tried not to hold any embarrassment for being a ‘late bloomer’, but sometimes it was hard to hide.

“I see, well, it will be good to have someone else around to keep Obi Wan busy” Anakin laughed, his childlike humor coming out in conversation.  You giggled in response.

“Yes, because you don’t keep me busy enough with your antics” Obi Wan rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"I try" Anakin smirked.

The banter made you feel more welcome in their circle. It could be uncomfortable, being a new padawan in such a tightly knit group of Jedi, but Anakin's humor calmed your racking nerves during the first few days.

“Ah yes, and now there are two of you to question my teachings” Obi Wan laughed, his hand falling to rest on your lower back. He almost pulled it away, and you felt his uncertainty, but you embraced the feeling nonetheless. It was innocent, of course, at least that's what you'd both convince yourselves was the case.

"What system are you from?"

"Oh, um, Outer Rim. Jelucan" You cleared your throat. Jelucan was not known for tourism or visitors, especially considering how far away it was from all the major systems.

"Jelucan. I think I may have visited there before" Anakin pondered. Maybe he had, but you would've remembered seeing a Jedi if he had come anywhere near your village.

"It's very mountainous, but beautiful. Its been my home for my entire life. Until now, of course"

"We should visit it soon, I'd love to see it" Anakin suggested. You knew that was not a good idea. It was already challenging trying to detach yourself from your old life, but visiting would make that even harder. Most younglings or padawans don't struggle with this, because their training starts very young and they don't remember much from wh.

"Anakin" Master Kenobi scolded, reminding him to be mindful of his tendency to get attached.

"She's 18, Obi Wan, she spent all those years with her family and you really think she won't want to go and visit them?" Anakin scoffed, his tone growing annoyed very quickly. It was unsettling, at first, but you had to remind yourself how long these two had known each other.

"Let's go, Y/N" Obi Wan guided you, his hand still rested against the curve of your back, barely evident through the thick of your robes, but enough to give you butterflies.

You understood his concern, and he had every right to scold Anakin for his suggestion, but remembering the fact that you may never see your family again did put a sharp ache in your heart.

"I am sorry for him" Master Kenobi shook his head as he looked down to his feet while you descended the stairs together.

"Master Kenobi, its no problem" You assured him.

"I feel he is my responsibility. Especially when he is wrong. He loses sight of what's right sometimes, and I feel...I feel like I failed somewhere" He sounded so shameful and so vulnerable. You felt for him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be telling you this".

"You cannot blame yourself, Master Kenobi. People have their own personalities and intentions regardless of who had any influence of their upbringing" You began, trying to make him feel better, "My sister came from the same loving parents that I did, but hated them, disowned us, left home at 16, and told us she'd never see us again. But there I was not too long ago, wondering if leaving my parents, the kindest people I've ever known, was the right decision".

"They are proud of you, Y/N. As am I," Obi Wan stopped with you at the foot of the stairs, making sure to make eye contact with you, so his sincerity was felt at its full capacity.

"I don't feel that I have had the chance to prove myself for you yet Master, but thank you" You smiled.

"I am proud of your resilience. It is so rare to start training this late in life, and it's not typically acknowledged how hard it is to part ways with the life you've always known when you're already an adult" He placed his gentle hand upon your shoulder. It warmed you, deep in your heart, to hear him say such kind words to you.

There was no time to ask why or how that tracker ended up in the backpack. There was no time for anything.

The Empire found you and Obi Wan, Darth Vader’s most wanted fugitives, and you had a sinking feeling in your gut you couldn’t run from this. Not this time.

The sanded ground beneath you shook violently, accompanied by a loud wave of crashing. They were blowing their way into the base.

You turned to look at Obi Wan, and caught the sight of a frightened, traumatized man. A man who’d do anything he could to protect you, but feared his ability to do so was stretched thin.

“He’s here” He whispered painfully.

“Who?” You asked timidly.

He hesitated, as if any amount of time taken to think about this would’ve helped him fully process that he was really alive, “Anakin”.

The air was sucked from your lungs. It wasn’t that you’d forgotten such a shocking revelation, but you’d certainly tried to push it from the forefront of your mind as the reality of it settled in. In all the panic of the blaring alarms and fearing for your life, you hadn’t even considered that it was he who had tracked you down.

Obi Wan sensed it, as the force still bound them together, and without a doubt, knew he was near. Anakin didn’t send just his troops or inquisitors to come and find you, he came to get you both himself, and it sent a chill down your spine. Remembering the power and skill in the force that Anakin wielded even back when you were Jedi together, you shivered to anticipate how the dark side had only strengthened his power more.

“Obi Wan” You called to him, trying to get his attention.

Instead of saying a word to you, he rushed to you, and passionately pressed his keeps hard against yours, his body language telling you all you needed to know…he was scared, and so were you.

He held the kiss for as long as he could, never wanting to part his mouth from yours when there was even the slightest chance you never would again.

Obi Wan grabbed only his lightsaber while you grabbed the backpack. Turning the corner as you left your room, it was clear that chaos was already ensuing. The ceiling of this particular landing pad that opened to allow ships in was obliterated, shrapnel and debris scattered the ground below. The other refugees and volunteers of this outpost were already armed, awaiting the forced landing of stormtroopers.

“Stay behind me, Y/N” He instructed, his arm creating a barrier around you as you hovered closely behind him.

“We need to go” You pleaded.

“We’re not leaving these people to fend for themselves” he stated firmly, turning behind to look at you, “The Empire is here because of us. It’s our fault they’ve come to Jambiim”

“I know. You’re right” You admitted. It was selfish to want to flee, you knew it was, but you knew this wouldn’t end well for either of you.

Cal and Cere were already standing in a ready position, guarding those who were more vulnerable and more scared. With time fighting against you, Obi Wan turned around and gripped your shoulders, holding your gaze as if he may never have it again.

“If we are taken, I will find you” He assured you.

“And if we’re killed?” Your voice cracked as your eyes welled with tears.

“He won’t” Obi Wan quickly responded. He couldn’t know that. Anakin wasn’t Anakin anymore.

“Obi Wa-” You sighed at his delusion

“Hush now, we don’t have time. You are strong, and we will be fine” He assured you, before pushing you back behind him as you moved into the landing port.

“I love you” Your lip quivered as you said it.

“I love you my dear” He smiled softly before planting one last peck on your lips.

“Cal, get these people out of here” Cere yelled across the caves.

“Y/N, there’s a corridor around the back way. It leads to a civilian transport ship. We are getting the others out of here. Please, come with-” Cere begged, her trembling hands gripping yours tight.

“No, this is personal. This is our fault. We will try and hold them off” You began, "Please. Don't wait for us". Cere stared at you in disbelief and deep conflict within herself as to whether she wanted to take that as an answer. She gave up on her internal fight quickly, knowing that time was of the essence now.

Quickly she threw her arms around you, pulling you into her, “May the force be with you, my friend”, you hugged her back and nodded to her and Cal as they corralled the rest of the people who were not able to fight out the back, and onto safety. Those that stayed prepared for what was about to come.

The moments that followed were truly the ultimate test of how well your training had stuck with you all these years. Somehow, you were managing, dodging blaster fire and melee combat from the sea of stormtroopers that spilled from that previously sealed door to the landing pad they’d landed their ship on. You wished you’d had your lightsaber, but that was lost so long ago, all you had were your hands, your stealth, and the blaster given to you only moments before you were invaded.

Obi Wan stayed close, careful to defend himself, the innocent refugees, and most importantly to him, you. You were in awe of his ability to stay so focused. The lingering dread in his heart could be felt by you, and probably every force user in the outpost. They wouldn’t know why, only that it was a frightening situation. They wouldn’t know that Obi Wan feared looking in the face of the man he thinks he failed.

After some time, you were fully convinced that the army of troopers would never end. It felt like a constant loop playing in your head

Then, time slowed to a screeching halt as an ominous, black pair of boots peeked through the visibility of the ship ramp. You forgot to breathe, anticipating Anakin’s arrival, but instead, unmasked feminine features came to view. Only a split second of slight relief was felt before absolute sorrow overcame you.

Reva…

But, how?

You could never forget her face. You were children together. She was a few years younger than you, but with your late start in training in the force, often you’d be in training together. She was kind, determined, and above all else, she was a leader. But no…she was dead. You saw her lay slain in the halls of the temple that horrid night. How is she alive? How did she end up here?

But, she’s here, she’s angry, and she’s just caught your gaze.

“You” She scoffed, pointing right to where you stood. 

“Reva…what…how are you alive?” You called across to her, the weakness of disbelief riddling your tone.

“I don’t know what you mean, Y/N” Reva smirked, raising her arms in sarcastic denial. She must’ve only been unconscious when you escaped the temple, that had to be the only explanation.

“Why are you doing this? Why have you joined them?” You cried. You felt betrayed, somehow taking her decision personally.

“Let’s just say…it’s for the greater good” She held her sadistic smirk.

In all your shock, disbelief, and denial, you didn’t even notice the stormtrooper that charged you from behind, knocking you to the ground. You countered him quickly, disarming him and taking his life with the very blaster he’d just held in his hand. Killing someone, even the enemy, never felt right. And it never would. What felt worse, is the possibility that some of these troopers may have been clones. That was a thought that you had to continuously push from your mind.

Reva had focused in on Obi Wan, taking advantage of your distraction, fully engaging in a lightsaber battle now. You believed in his abilities, but it did not make you any less scared to watch him go head-to-head with her.

As you pointed your blaster at her, your body was jerked involuntarily and dragged toward the opening of the ship, causing you to drop your weapon. You screamed from the startling feeling, which immediately pulled Obi Wan’s attention. Reva was unfazed, still working against Obi Wan, and it was clear that it was not her use of the force that pulled you and now held you still. You struggled to get your footing, wanting so desperately to fight the force and break the connection but you were too weak to fight it with your own abilities and how they’d weakened over time.

“Y/N!” Obi Wan yelled. With his guard down, Reva swung the blade of her saber over Obi Wan’s head.

“Obi Wan!” You screamed back, shortly before the voice was ripped from your throat by the force that held you. You'd alerted him just in time, his blade colliding with hers only milliseconds away from serious injury, if not death.

Nausea formed in your stomach from such a close call. Obi Wan was absolutely panicked, but would perish if stopped his fight with Reva. The conflict he felt within him was unbearable. Your heart skipped a beat but settled only slightly when you remembered that someone had a hold on you, and you had a terrifying suspicion that it was him.

A modulated breath, one that struck you as so familiar, came from behind you, heavy boots against the metal ship ramp accompanying the haunting sound.

Anakin.

You'd heard that sound in your nightmares...but how?

The motion of your limbs may have been restricted, but your sight was unhindered as you watched the life drain from Obi Wan's face when he put his eyes on Vader. Reva halted her attacks, turning now to knock Obi Wan onto his knees, and wrapped her force hold around him now as well, so he could only watch what would happen next.

Vader's voice almost shook you out of your own skin as he called to Reva from directly behind you, "I will take the girl. Leave him".

His voice was changed to something so bone-chilling, likely from the damage he’d taken in the last moments Obi Wan saw him. He’d told you in as little detail as possible how it all went down, and why he thought Anakin had died. He believed that no human, Jedi or not, could survive that.

But he did.

Nothing about Vader looked or sounded like Anakin, but it was the force that assured you both. It was him, not a doubt about it.

You feared for your life but feared for Obi Wan's even more. In all the chaos you hadn’t even noticed that the refugees and Jedi that had stayed, retreated and fled through the corridor and to the transport ship, but so many of them never made it. The bodies of the fallen lay cold and still beside from the armored men that attacked them. You swallowed your tears, trying so hard not to show your weakness right now.

Anakin…no, Vader’s phantom hold on you felt debilitating, wrapping tighter around your entire being, making it feel hard to breathe.

"Bind her" Vader commanded, and without hesitation, two stormtroopers moved to ensure your stationary position and wrap your trembling wrists in binders. The force released you. Now restrained only by the cold metal against your skin, you were pulled to your feet.

Obi Wan kneeled there, still restrained by powerful use of force from the Inquisitor, completely helpless, “I don’t understand”, He muttered, not comprehending why Vader would take you and not him, and why he was allowing Obi Wan to even live now that he’d found you both.

“He doesn’t need you Obi Wan. Not now, anyways. He only needs her” Reva smirked, gesturing to where you stood, bent over with your hands cuffed.

How vile and sadistic. Kidnap the one who’s most important to him, right before his eyes, and Vader will have him on a string for as long as he pleases. For a second, you wondered how much they knew about your relationship, and if they knew it was deeper than what it once was.

“Lord Vader, it seems your former friends have grown very…close” Reva insinuated, inevitably picking up on the bond that had fused the two of you together in the force. She felt that it was intimate, and was happy to discover that you just became so much more valuable to them.

“Is that so? Interesting” Vader’s tone was still cold, but held a hint of intrigue.

"Anakin” He faltered as he said it, feeling Anakin’s name leave his lips again startled himself, “Stop this. You know it is not her that you want" Obi Wan begged, his broken voice shattering as he knew his begging was wasted breath.

"Anakin is dead, Obi Wan" Vader responded with haste, ignoring his plea. 

It was frighteningly clear to him that there was nothing he could do to save you right now. Nothing that you leave you both unharmed.

“I’m sorry” He whispered to you, his face and voice broken with grief. He was defeated as he looked at your petrified and hopeless expression. For the first time in a long time, Obi Wan had lost. He could only watch as they dragged you away onto their ship. You felt your heart shatter into countless pieces as he finally disappeared from your view. It was at that moment that the same sinking, gut-wrenching feeling you’d felt the night you escaped the temple attacked you now.

You’d just got Obi Wan back, and now he was gone again, all in the blink of an eye, all because of Anakin.

You tried to look at him for as long as you could, but it was only fleeting as you were rushed onto their imperial ship. Panic washed over you, but you had to keep breathing. You had to stay strong.

The halls of the ship were dark and void of any feeling of life. The clanking of armor and metal filled the space as the only sounds you could hear, along with the dull roaring of the ship’s engine as it prepped to take you far away from here…away from Obi Wan. You could only listen as Reva threw him to the ground, releasing her hold, as she rushed to join you and Vader back on the ship.

There was a feeling of relief, knowing he was safe for now. You hoped he was able to join Cere and Cal on the transport ship before it launched.

The holding cell you were brought to was exactly what you expected. Cold, empty, and had one seat designed for your binders to attach to the back. As you were manhandled into the seat, you winced in pain as your cuts and bruises from fighting were finally making themselves known. You’ll adrenaline had subsided, no longer blinding you to the pain.

“Better get cozy, you’ll be here a while” one of the stormtroopers joked, finding your situation to be amusing.

Not exactly cozy, but you found comfort in your meditation. The constant lull of the ship’s sounds was slowly starting to fade. It may have been hours that passed before you heard heavy footsteps travel down the hall on the other side of your cell door.

The towering, haunting figure that was Lord Vader entered your cell. You stared him directly. You were afraid of the situation you were in, but you weren't really afraid of him. Your mind kept going back to the day you met him. You could never forget how kind he was to you.

“You’ll never find him again” You spat at him.

“We don’t have to. Obi Wan will find us” He paced the room slowly, “I suspect it won’t be long”.

“What have you become?” You scoffed, half angry, half heartbroken.

“What I’ve always been destined to become,” He said quickly, tired of your questions regarding the past, “I knew he always loved you. I could tell from the very beginning” He began, “which will certainly work in my favor”

“I’m not a fucking damsel in distress. You’re lucky I haven’t already gotten myself free” You were so fucking bluffing, but stars, you needed to convince even yourself that you didn't need to be saved.

“Without your precious lightsaber, you are nothing, Y/N” He snarled.

“We’ll see” You whispered, but had every intention of him hearing you.

You’d stopped believing in yourself the second that Vader had his hold on you and no amount of your own strength came close to fighting him. Obi Wan could train you, he could help you find your strength again, if you are ever able to be reunited. Seeing his face in your mind broke you, and you had to consider the serious possibility of never feeling his embrace again.

He wouldn’t want you to give up, so you would try to persevere…for him, but as Vader left the holding cell, all you were left with was your thoughts, and that was the most serious threat... yourself.

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I think I lost a few of you with blog name changes, I am so sorry! I was able to find some of you that had changed blog names, but not everyone. Its just been so long since I updated :( If you'd like to be added or removed, please let me know :)

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[falseflair]

Hey chat!! Reminder that creators do not serve you, they don't have to make anything for you. (This is an attack! felt like being violent and fucked up today. Feel free to comment or repost with opinions, no full on arguing just debating with reason and no death threats unless slash jay. also feel free to give me more absurd opinions to cover when I feel, I love writing) TW: YAPPING

You’re allowed to be upset and disappointed but nobody should be blaming the creators for what was just a bit, a joke, maybe even a funny. Little bit of fucking haha. They are just a bunch of people, dudes, strangers that honestly don’t give a fuck about you because you likely amount NOTHING to their lives other than a nasty comment.

the shit some of you guys are pulling is just honestly not tolerable. You people need to understand they don't owe us shit, they gave us hlvrai, we move on. Now we have this luxury of hl2vrai and you guys are pissing yourselves over the fact you got pranked, embarrassed because you fell for it and got all mad and your giant bulbous yet delicate ego can't handle it. I know it must be so so hard, not having something handed to you right as you expect it, I'm sorry that it was served to you on a silver platter as you're used to it being like. </3 /sar

“Oh my, have you no self respect?” YOU ACT LIKE SOMEBODY WHO ENJOYS FUCKING COLESLAW. /neg

The only self respect you have is you thinking you’re the fucking center of the universe, quick space fact, the universe has no center!! You care only about how you feel and are close-minded, you care little about others and I personally think you need a reality check to hit you next time you forget to look both ways cause you’re too focused on the fact YOU need to get to the other side.

What we have, or at least I have, Is respect for OTHERS.. I know, fascinating isn't it? I feel like it should be a know thing that the creature you see everywhere, on the streets in the stores and in your home are in fact people like you. (Don't take my word on this chat not every critter you see is human but you get my point.)

No matter what happens to you, no matter how much this situation may inconvenience you. The world will go one without you, maybe even look back and regret the fact that you were allowed to learn past your ABC's because maybe such an vile opinion wouldn't exist.

"If they didn't want all this blah blah big fandom uhh bad fandom parts maybe not make content" They are still people, they don't owe you shit, uhh just because they made a joke doesn't mean they deserve any hate, if you were hurt from the joke again doesn't matter but for your sake ill say something like; While this was a bit disappointing at first, It's best you move on. Being hurt from something as little and unimportant as this is kind of unhealthy, It's best you move on, or be more positive. While we may have not gotten hl2vrai (we did but this is before that chat) we still got a cool stream, funny as fuck and there was a lot of cool crap in it. I mean did you see the cutscenes? The music? While it may not have been what you or I wanted we still got something while we could have had nothing.

Anyways, this isn't personal, if you see your arguments I'm just covering as much ground as possible to avoid confusion. I'm just being silly and getting facts out there!! im gonna sleep like a baby now.

TLDR: You're allowed to be upset, just don't be selfish pretty please?

[enassbraid]

Could you do Rui with a s/o that’s personality is like ena? (from nightcord) so like not Ena herself but the s/o is similar to her personality wise if that’s ok !

All Life is Ridiculously Pretty

Hi anon:] of course it’s ok! hope you like it

Rui with a reader similar to Ena Shinonome

Reader seeks validation (did u guys read on this blank canvas i paint… it’s one of the best event stories frfr), Akito is a shithead, brief mentions of both reader and Rui overworking

How you and Rui met was… odd. It was at school but much later in the day. Him and Tsukasa were cleaning up one of his messes, and saw you, Ena, Toya and Akito.

Of course, Tsukasa had to join the group no matter how out of place he was. So Rui followed suit. And that’s when…

“I don’t want these two weirdos around my sister, they’re just going to make her weirder.”

“If you’re going to insult Ena you might as well insult me as well, there’s not much of a difference.” Oh?

Rui liked how straightforward you were with your words. He found himself chuckling at the conversation much to Akito’s annoyance.

“Face it Akito, you are what you hang out with! So that means you’re just as weird as the rest of us here. Sorry, Toya.”

Ena started laughing like a maniac when Akito stormed off with Toya, thanking you for putting her little brother in his place before heading to her night classes. Rui found your antics entertaining, you were so straightforward with your words and didn’t hold back, it felt refreshing.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before… who might you be?”

“F/N, F/N L/N. And I believe you’re Rui Kamishiro? I’ve heard about you from Akito and Mizuki. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

And that’s how it all started.

Tsukasa teases Rui about his crush often. He’ll call you over mid conversation with Rui just to see how he reacts. But he’s actually very smooth about it, carrying on a conversation with Tsukasa now including you very well and asking for your input.

When you tell Rui you do a lot of art, he starts asking for tips that can make his sketches of future projects look better. You’re slightly caught off guard that he immediately assumes you know so much, but appreciate it none the less.

Rui is always complimenting your art, even if it’s just a little doodle in class, he’s still telling you it looks perfect. You try to hide your embarrassment which barely works. His praise feels more important than other’s praise to you, so you try your best to make him notice any doodles you do in school or completed artwork.

You two also bond over how easily you can get absorbed in your work. Rui, who absorbs himself in all his robotic projects and you who absorbs yourself in your art. Both of you laugh at how much time passes without realizing once it’s finished. But in that same conversation, you remind each other it’s still important to take care of yourselves.

“As lovely as your art is, you’re needs should come first. Maybe next time you can set a timer to take a break?”

This is also how he finds out about your crave for attention and praise. You tell him that “breaks aren’t needed, but perfection is or else no one will notice.” He grows concerned by this, and promises that no matter how it looks he’ll be there to support your work.

That day you go home with a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. ‘Even if it’s not perfect, he’ll still like it?’

After that conversation, you both came to realize how you really feel about each other. Rui wouldn’t simply always praise his other friends all the time for no reason, but he does with you. So why? Oh

You wouldn’t seek everyone’s opinion immediately after anything you do, Rui is always the first one you go to before anyone else. You weren’t like this before to anyone else, why now? Oh.

It took awhile, but you both realized!

You try to be subtle in your hints, lightly brushing your hand against his when you’re walking to the next class or slightly leaning towards him in a group setting. Rui however, is not subtle at all.

The hand brushes? He’s just going to take your hand in his. The leaning? He’s already putting his arm around you. And this guy keeps a straight face the whole time while you’re trying your hardest not to go red. It’s like a competition, who can make the other burst first?

On one of the days you’re both feeling bold, you’re practically glued to his side as he keeps an arm around your shoulder. Akito, Tsukasa, Mizuki, and An are all in the group as well while this is happening. And..

“So Rui, F/N, how long have you two been dating now?”

Mizuki’s question is what makes you both burst into red. Do you really look like you’re dating?

“Oh yeah, I’ve been wondering as well! You two just one day started holding hands and I kept forgetting to ask.”

Both you and Rui look at each other trying to think of what to say. Does this count as dating even if neither of you made it official?

“We’ve been together for a few weeks.” / “We aren’t dating.”

“…”

Did he really just say that? To everyone? You did not agree to this answer! Now what do you say? No matter what it’s going to make this a lot more awkward. You felt Rui staring at you as Akito cackled, getting the wrong idea that Rui just got rejected. Which of course, Rui knew this wasn’t true.

Rui swiftly leaned down to kiss you- right on the lips- which made everyone shocked, even Rui.

“Well it’s a mutual agreement now, yes? Akito, is it still laughing worthy?”

This feels so rushed I’m so srry but nywayssss… 22k crystals saved for Akito’s banner on Friday😮 skrunkly is getting dragged home by the bleached strand in his hair and I will spark him if I must

[fite-club]

I’m honestly still embarrassed I believed what these people were saying for a moment, bc I swear they keep showing their transmisogynistic asses more and more as time goes on — it honestly reminds me of how my younger sister got suckered into alt-right and MRA rhetoric around ten years ago because youtube was pushing that stuff on her -greg

i really don’t want you or anyone else who used to believe in transandrophobia stuff to beat yourselves up about it— these guys have supporters and defenders for a reason, and the reason is that it appeals to your insecurities and validates certain kinds of fear and anger. that stuff can seem very appealing. and the transmisogyny is not always obvious! i know the terf comparisons get old but radfems draw people in by appealing to the justified fear and anger that women feel in society and talking vaguely about feminism. they will say many things you agree with, and once you’re around enough of those people, you won’t even notice how their ideology rubs off on you, and you’ll find yourself agreeing with things you don’t actually agree with. it just might be phrased in such a way that, for whatever reason, you feel compelled to agree with.

the difference between you and these other guys still fighting “against transandrophobia” is that you were capable of taking a step back and recognizing that it’s possible to be wrong or misinformed even when you have good intentions. these guys are not capable of that, either because they can’t get there yet or they refuse to even consider it.

[blu-joons]

When Another Member Teases About Your Age Difference ~ Loona YYXY Reaction

Yves:

Your eyes glanced back as Sooyoung stood back away from you as Jungeun walked into the kitchen to find you both busying yourselves.

“Hello,” Sooyoung shyly smiled, with you doing the same beside her. “Don’t mind the two of us, we’re just getting some lunch.”

“No, don’t mind me,” Jungeun quickly corrected, “I don’t want to get in the way of young, and slightly younger, loves dream hanging around in here.”

A shake of the head came from Sooyoung, “you couldn’t stop yourself, could you?”

Jungeun shook her head too as she looked between you both, “sorry, but you’re too adorable so there’s not much else that we can tease you guys about.”

“Why do you even have to tease us?” Sooyoung chuckled, “what have we ever done to make you guys want to tease us?”

“You’ve dated,” Jungeun simply stated, “and if we don’t get to tease you guys, people might think we’re jealous instead.”

“Of course, because you guys definitely aren’t jealous.”

Chuu:

You smiled across at Jinsol as she joked about the two of you, feeling Jiwoo’s hand quickly slip into yours though as Jinsol went silent.

“You’re just jealous,” Jiwoo quickly warned her, “just ignore her Y/N, she wishes that she had a partner rather than being single.

“I’m not jealous,” Jinsol laughed, “I’m just saying that there’s something cute about the fact that your age difference is small, yet the two of you are so different.”

Jiwoo’s eyes rolled at Jinsol’s remark, “just because I’ve not heard of a programme.”

Jinsol nodded, meeting your eyes as you both shook your heads at how defensive Jiwoo was. “She’s not saying anything bad,” you tried to tell Jiwoo.

“Sorry,” Jiwoo whispered back to Jinsol, “I’m just used to the fans usually being a bit mean and think everyone else is too.”

“I’m not a fan, I’m a friend,” Jinsol reminded her, “not everyone is against your relationship, I love you guys together.”

“You’re right, it’s just hard to get used to.”

Go Won:

You bit down on your bottom lip as Chaewon purposely ignored Yerim as she teased about the slight age difference between you both.

“She did hear me, didn’t she Y/N?” Yerim asked you, with your head nodding in reply, knowing exactly what Chaewon was doing.

“I think she’s acting,” you agreed, keeping your eyes firmly on Chaewon, knowing that it wouldn’t take long for her to break and pay attention to you both.

A chuckle came from Yerim, “maybe she’ll just think that I’m not here.”

A slight nod of the head came from Chaewon, “it would be easier if you weren’t here if all you’re going to do is tease me and try and embarrass me.”

“I’m not embarrassing you,” Yerim sniggered, “Y/N’s laughing with me, she knows just how funny I am at least.”

“You’re not funny,” Chaewon told Yerim. “You’re just annoying, what are you even doing here anyway disturbing us?”

“You’re doing a good job of not being bothered Chae.”

Olivia Hye:

You didn’t quite know what to say as Hyunjin passed comment on the age difference between you both, but luckily for you, Hyejoo did.

“What does it matter?” She quizzed straight away, shuffling even closer towards you where you were both sat on one of the sofas.

“It doesn’t matter, I think it’s cute,” Hyunjin defended as Hyejoo poked her tongue out across at her to try her best to shut her up. “What’s that face for anyway?”

Hyejoo’s head shook, “stop teasing me, I’m not even doing anything wrong now.”

A chuckle came from Hyunjin as she looked between the two of you, “I’m not teasing you, what’s wrong with saying how sweet you both are together?”

“And the fact that Y/N’s older,” Hyejoo added, “I know that you guys seem to like that part about our relationship the most.”

“I just think it’s adorable, especially when you get all cuddly around Y/N too,” Hyunjin added, “you guys should never change.”

“The two of us don’t plan on changing anyway.”

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[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 18

Words: 735

Warnings: None

Sipping your drink to hide your fond smile as one of your favorite co-workers stumbled away from you and Steven to join the mass of bodies all tangled together on the dance floor. The fancy glimmering ballroom your work had rented out for the company holiday party was massive. In your mind it was a little bit overkill. Almost everyone was far too drunk to enjoy it properly, and would scarcely remember it. But it wasn’t your money.

You had loved the chance to dress up in a fancy dress for once. And it was even better to get to see Steven in a suit. He had chosen one that reminded him of his moon knight suit but was different enough to avoid dangerous comparisons. The cream color of the suit, suiting his skin. The tight fit showing off his well maintained body. Overall he looked better than you did! No matter how much he claimed otherwise. 

The two of you had mainly come for the excuse to dress up, and the free fancy food. Which due to the founder of your company being vegan had been mainly vegan. Basically the two of you had treated it like a fancy date night where you were going to run into a bunch of people you knew. 

While your coworkers got plastered, the two of you had savored the fancy cocktails and decadent desserts. Just enjoying each other’s company. Humoring the drunk conversations of your peers while the two of you talked- in the moments of time you got to yourselves- about the new project Steven had started at the university he had become a professor at this past year.

The music choice had gotten more and more subdued as time went on, the DJ trying to encourage people to leave to start moving to the pubs as time ran out on the venue. The last several songs being slow dances that people were growing tired of trying to grind to. 

Smiling at Steven you teased, “I think the DJ is trying to tell us to slow dance at least once tonight Steven.”

“I- ummm, don’t really know how to dance. Might be best not to, I know that all your fancy coworkers are plastered but I don’t wanna embarrass you...”

“You wouldn’t,” you assured him. “But it’s fine if you don’t want to.”

Steven’s face changed, brows furrowing and lips tightening.

“Oh, he wants to, he just isn’t going to take the initiative.”

Marc’s rough American accent had you relaxing. You had feared that his tightened expression had been due to Khonshu coming to put an end to your relaxing evening. Marc gave you a small smile as he brushed the curls Steven had carefully styled back. Pulling at the suit trying to get comfortable in it.

“It’s odd seeing you in Steven’s suit,” you admitted.

“Yeah, I’m just much more of a mummy suit guy, aren’t I,” Marc snarked back.

Grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor against what you assumed were mental protests from Steven. Marc smoothly guided you into a slow dancing position, fondly rolling his eyes at the music that started playing.

“What don’t want to dance with me in the moonlight Marc,” you teased as you both swayed.

“Nah, much rather dance in here, you’d freeze out there.”

Laughing at his comment as you laid your head against his shoulder and enjoyed the gentle sway. You had not expected to see Marc tonight, he had claimed that work parties were not his thing.

“Steven is actually a better dancer than me, he actually knows ballroom dance. Of course he’s never actually danced with a partner so he’s too nervous to show off,” Marc slowly explained his earlier fronting. “He’s backseat judging my dancing right now in fact.”

With a playful wink Marc silently told you that he was being bad on purpose, helping to encourage Steven to take control. He was getting you, your dance. A shutter went through the body before Steven took back control. Fixing both your postures subtly and starting to lead you into a simple waltz.

“Can’t let Marc keep almost stepping on your toes. LIke a bull in a china shop on purpose I swear!”

You laughter filled the air as Steven and you danced the rest of the night away together until the venue came to kick the rest of you out.

[virgin-mojitos]

STEVEN GRANT SFW ALPHABET -- PT 3

*hides behind steven* hEEeEeEeEEeeYYY hoWwWw are YOUU? im sorry ill leave my apology to the end but for now as my first part of the apology, i give you this. enjoy!

Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

I mean, im literally the adorblest? So anything I do steven finds endearing. No im just kidding. I think the little quirks you might dislike about yourselves steven will most definitely find endearing, might I even add that he will quickly take a picture of you and save it (or make it his lock screen depending on how embarrassing it is…steven is a big tease my mind won’t be changed)

So like for example, your concentrated face? You might furrow your eyebrows, he might just come over and hold your face in his hand and straighten the crease between your eyebrows with his thumb if he thinks you’re gonna give yourself a headache…he might kiss it, depending on how sappy hes feeling…

If you pucker your lips while doing something (I envy you, god has favorites and its you) he WILL come and kiss you (threat)

Aaaaand if youre like me and stick out the tip of your tongue when youre deeply concentrated (its very embarrassing that’s why I don’t study with a group of people) he will sneakily take out his phone and take a picture…and set it as his wallpaper while dying of laughter

BONUS: “wha-? Steven why are you laughing at your phone?” “oh nothing dar- *steven catches a glimpse of his wallpaper* “HAHAAHAHA” “WHATS SO FUNNY SHOW ME- GASP HOW DARE YOU” and then its uncontrollable giggles again…traitorous steven

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

My British boi, ‘love’ ‘darling’ ‘my love’ all the cliché british nicknames honestly. Maybe a flower if you remind him of one ‘sunflower’ ‘rose’…might I even add that these are the nicknames he calls you in the bedr- NOPE NOPE bad Layla this is SFW *sprays self with holy water using water gun*

Oh deary, I think he also loves to be called ‘love’ or ‘lovie’ (its my favorite) but also I read this in another one shot where jake calls steven ‘mr sunshine’ AND I THINK ITS PERFECT!! Just yea that mmm. MR SUNSHINE (go check it out its so fucking good and the author is very talented and just- sorry sorry heres the link

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

Not as obvious as you might think, but yes obvious enough

Puppy dog eye FOR DAYYYYSSSSS

Secret admirer sort of person me thinks?

Like he would definitely “accidentally” overhear a conversation youre having with one of your friends about your favorite chocolate or flower or book that you cant find in any library…and you would mysteriously find them on your desk – THAT IS IF you are quite intimidating or might come off as unapproachable in public (same, I swear we do not bite…ish). That is until you form some sort of friendship and then hes just VERY obvious but – I was gonna say he wouldn’t make the first move but I remembered how steven kissed Layla in episode 4 (no not me Layla, unfortunately) and made the first move! So don’t worry about making the first move if youre too shy or scared, steven will help…and potentially fuck it up because of his nerves and he will need your help, please help the poor guy.

HOWEVER if youre a ball of sunshine in public (I envy you) then you could both be idiots in love but please take your obvious mutual puppy love eye out of my face, im trying to eat my salad here..

Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

yES pets! Gus the second my baby. He takes such good care of his fishies, will occasionally give them food that theyre not supposed to eat (LIKE SPRINKLES STEVEN???) but that’s because he likes to share his food.

Im also in love with the HC that the moon system has a cat (thanks to my baby girl jake) and her name is luna (ha ha). Hes a bit wary of having a feline but that’s just due to his protectiveness over gus, but he will definitely warm up to luna after a while (jakes her favorite tho)

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Dreamy sigh. The quiet moments are definitely the highlights of his and your day. Especially if you are also ND and youre just overstimulated or just, had a loud day? Is that even a thing? A day where it was just too much. Too much noise. Too much people. Too many people. Those days. So yes the calm moments are all you ever want sometimes.

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Come on now, come on. Were talking about steven ‘I got chocolates and flowers to a date I don’t have recollection of planning’ grant. That steven. Of course, my boi is romantic

Also, steven reads a lot, his special interest might be ancient Egyptians, but at heart steven is one of us. He defo reads romance books, classic or modern. And the occasional erotica of course.

He just has a lot of things he wants to try and experiment with. Like ice skating as a date? (marc might need to intervene because marc is born on ice, just for the sake of the body not ending up black and blue) but besides marc potentially high jacking the date, youre all good.

Just little cutsy date ideas he read about. Hes also very creative with his date ideas, so most of you guys’ dates is very fun

GIFT GIVINGGGGGGGG

PHYSICSL TOUCCCCCCHHHH

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

Hmmm. So it’s a pretty tricky thing with steven. I don’t think it would take much for steven to trust you? And with the wrong people this attribute can be totally misused and abused or taken for granted.

Hes been lately made aware of that (via jake) and he goes to be closed off for the days after receiving the news. Hes just walking down the street with his jacket held tightly around him and just nervously looking at everyone, thinking back to every time his kindness was taken for granted.

BUT THEN enter you! Youre so sweet and just accepting and just- hes rambling.

So he tells you about his tendency to overshare and trust easily, so, you smile softly at him and put a hand his hand and tell him “steven if im taking advantage of your kindness you wont know it!” IM KIDDDINGGGGG, but if you indeed say that to be a little shit (like moi) you tell him that youre joking and give him a hug and rub his back “ I would never take advantage of the thing that made me fall in love with you darling” and thats when he finally relaxes into your embrace.

HHHIYYAA im so sorry for this delay i had exams last week and was not the freest. so as my apology pt 3 and pt 4 are gonna be posted within hours of each other!!! woooOoOOoOoo and the crowd cheers!!!

also i listened to this playlist while writing, its not mk related or anything its just a good playlist?? im rambling im sorry.

as always REBLOGS AND LIKES HELP BOOST MY EGO

(if you want more of these for the rest of the boys just tell me!)

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Keep away - Max Verstappen x Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: sexual references, alcohol, cursing

summary: Sneaking around with your brothers biggest rival probably was the worst idea you ever had, especially with everything that happened last year. So as this season started there' was only one question on your mind; could you keep away from one another?

The silence in the room was incredibly uncomfortable. Heavy breathing being the only thing filling the awkwardness as you tucked the sheets over your naked body while the dutch guy above you dropped to the side. Untangling your body from his as he laid there staring at the ceiling, a thousand thoughts running through his mind which he would never be able to put in words. 

You could hear cars honking on the street in front of the five star hotel, where basically all the drivers where staying at. Even though it was still early in the morning, it was race day in Imola which meant that the city was in full swings all weekend. You stared at the curtains blowing in the wind in front of the big window that led to the balcony as Max cleared his throat next to you. Nervously you turned your head to look at the guy who had his face buried in  his hands as his messy hair ponited in every direction.

It was hard for you to look at Max in this state; post sleeping together. The sweat on his forehead and his puffy lips only reminded you of what you had done and brought back the guilt.

„We shouldn‘t have done this.“ you whispered, shaking your head as you remembered all the events leading up to this very moment. Max and you had promised yourselves last season was gonna be the end of it, the sneaking around and lies had to stop. 

But the dutch guy knew he couldn’t resist you, from the very first moment he saw you in the paddock at Bahrain. Memories flooding his brain uncontrollably; the sound of your laughter and how you‘d moan his name seemingly forever engraved in his mind. But then when he saw the  logo on the back of your jacket he also remembered exactly why this could never work. He also remembered just how badly you had broken his heart back in December. 

„Y/n wait!“ the dutch guy chased after you, his hair sticking to his forehead as he was covered in champagne. He reached out for your upper arm, making you stop in your tracks as you stood in the back of the empty Mercedes motors home. Max had just won the championship and was of course over the moon and you didn’t blame him. You really wanted to be happy for him, hell you maybe even were but you just couldn’t admit to it. Not when it meant betraying your brother in the most horrendous way. „You can’t do this to me!“

„What do you want me to do then Max?“ you chocked out turning around with crossed arms as you shook your head frustratedly. If only Max could have made this easier for you. Why couldn’t he just act like any guy would and not care. Why did he have to say it? 

„I want you to be with me!“ he exclaimed, clearly also frustrated on why you couldn’t see that he was offering you the world „It’s over Y/n! The championships over!“

He grabbed you by your shoulders trying to get you to look in his eyes but you just couldn’t. You knew if you looked at him, it would make it impossible for you to do what you had to. To put an end to this, finally. Sighing, you shut your eyes before shaking your head „Max…“

„No!“ Max disobeyed, his voice strained from all the cheering he had done. This was supposed to be the best day of his life but instead it seemingly was gonna be remembered as the worst one „I love you! Okay? I already told you that. I don’t care about the rivalry anymore.“

Again, those three silly words he had already said to you once that night. Just before the race as you had met him in the back, to wish him good luck. He said them, leaving you totally baffled and speechless which in return made Max super embarrassed as he stared at your blank impression. That’s how he had left for the race without you saying anything back to him. He knew you felt the same but there was just the one thing that stood between the two of you; it was Lewis.

„Max, my brother.“ you now looked at the dutch guy as you bit your lip, seeing the hurt look in his eyes as he finally understood you weren’t gonna say it back. You weren’t gonna be with him. Your loyalty to your family too strong „You said it yourself Max. The championships over, so are we.“

And that’s how you had left things with him. After literal months of sneaking around and pouring out your heart to one another you had decided it wasn’t worth risking your realitionship with your family. Although Lewis and you only shared your mother, the two of you were incredibly close. You were his baby sister and travelled everywhere with him, having trained to be his PR manager and making your living like that. He would have done anything to protect you and you knew if he knew about Max he wouldn’t ever forgive you. Maybe you should have listened to him when he told you guys would only break your hearts but then again; in this case it was you that broke Max`s.

But Max wasn’t all innocent all the time. There was this side to him, mostly the one your brother got to see and why he found a strong disliking for the dutch guy, he was cocky and arrogant from time to time. Although you knew that it came from him being extremely ambitious it did drive you mad, especially when he let if out on you.It was after the Silverstone incident, as the tension between Lewis and Max was rising that you first got to see and feel it.

Max angrily punched the wall making you flinch as you entered his hotel room, letting the door fall close behind you. You had been incredibly worried after seeing the horrendous crash, your heart stopped as it reminded you of the nasty side of the sport you loved so much. When he got out of the vehicle, clearly shaken, you realized just how much the dutch guy meant to you. 

„Max…“ you approached him from behind, gently touching his back as he had his head hanging low „I was terrified.“

„It’s so unfair!“ Max spat out turning around as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. You pressed your lips together, seeing just how angry he looked. Understandably so; the crash looked incredibly scary. You knew this was just his way to deal with the shock of it. „He’s such a sore loser. Honestly if anyone else did that! Just because of who he is, he gets allowed to do shit like that!“

For a second Max had forgotten who he was talking about. He was furious with Lewis, it had been absolutely irresponsible to do what he did. At least in his opinion.

„Does that really matter now?“ you now sighed, shaking your head as you tried to get him to see that he should just be thankful it wasn’t worse „We should be happy you’re not hurt…“

„Well I know what you’re thankful for.“ Max now chuckled, but in more of a spiteful way as he looked at the Mercedes logo on your chest. He crossed his arms as he looked at you coldly „Got P1, home win. What more do you want?“

You couldn’t believe the guy, looking at him through squinted eyes as you shook your head before hissing „Fuck you!“

Max couldn’t handle it any longer, the tension way too high. He roughly grabbed your waist, pressing you against the wall. With his face dangerously close to you he muttered under his breath „What did you just say love?“

„I said…“ your voice was shaky as you looked up at him with an evil smirk, knowing exactly what power you held over him „Fuck. You.“

He crashed his lips onto yours eagerly as his hands started roaming your body. Making you whimper at his teasing touches as you felt your knees weaken. The dutch guy only separated his lips from yours one last time as he hissed „Really shouldn’t talk to me like that love.“

Max and you weren't always like that, fighting and bickering just came with the rivalry. But there was a side to Max that not many got to see. He could be increidbly passionate, loving and vulnerable. And of course he was incredibly funny. He could make you laugh like no one else ever could. That was partly why you had fallen for him. He could just make light of any situation; no matter how serious.

It was at the Belgian grand-prix, during the three hour red flag due to the bad rain that you were senselessly wandering through the paddock. Incredibly bored, having already played rock paper scissors against Lando for almost half an hour until he backstabbed you and took a nap after which you had continued to quote „perfect your self defense techniques“ with Daniel, which consisted mostly of him choke-holding you. So after spending time at the Mclaren home you got a text from Max.

Max: Where are you? I’m bored.

You chuckled, imagining him sitting there like a little kid with to much energy as you held up your umbrella in between your arm and chest so you could type.

Believe me we all are.

Max: So what are you doing? Except thinking about me.

You rolled your eyes, he was so cocky sometimes. Well, two could play at this game.

Just was hanging with Lando and Dan. 

Max: Alright, so you can hang with those losers at Mclaren but not with me? 

A satisfied smirk was plastered on your lips as you were still stood at the exact same spot in front of the Mclaren home, ignoring the people that were passing you as they sent you amused looks. They knew you were someone who got along with almost everyone and mostly found it endearing when you paid them a visit. Wherever you were laughter and smiles followed, it was one of the first things Max had noticed about you when he first laid eyes on you. The way you lit up every room, beaming with joy.

„Oh, hello there backstabber.“ the familiar voice with the distinct accent appeared behind you as someone creeped their head over your shoulder, looking at your phone. You laughed as you turned around to see Max wearing a Red Bull rain jacket, dripping wet. He had to resist the burning urge to touch you, which was the hardest part about all of this. He wanted nothing more than to show Lando and Daniel that you were his and that they could forget it. Hell, he wanted every guy on planet earth to know that you were unavailable.

„I didn’t know super Max could get jealous.“ you giggled, provocatively pursing your lips as Max sent you an unamused face. He shrugged acting totally nonchalant as he had his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans „Jealous? Me? No way!“

His voice was almost always strained and it was endearing to you when he tried to act all tough. So you took a step closer to him, crossing your arms as you raised your eyebrows „Is that so?“

„I’m not called super Max for nothing.“ Max joked causing you to chuckle. You knew he actually hated whenever you called him that but you just couldn’t help it, the song was super catchy. Before you could say anything else though, you could see the smirk on Max's face suddenly turn into a frown as he looked at something behind you. You turned around to see your brother approach you with a critical look on his face.

„Don’t do anything stupid Max.“ you sighed, sending Max a warning look as he rolled his eyes. He hated the fact that Lewis was always stuck at your side, it made it hard for him to spend time with you.

„Y/n.“ Lewis caught up with you, holding his umbrella as he stared straight at his rival. You knew Lewis always tried to be nice but the dutch guy somehow had always rubbed him the wrong way even if it was just by existing „What’s going on? Is he bothering you?“

Lewis turned towards you, sounding genuinely worried as Max just chuckled, making you cringe. Lewis shook his head as he looked at the blonde guy, who had his arms crossed a he gave him a dirty look „What’s so funny about that Verstappen?“

„Lewis.“ you tried to stop them but Max's petty side had already taken the best of him as he snapped back at your brother.

„Yes, sure thing Hamilton. I love to go around the paddock bothering women.“ he spat out, obviously being ironic as he was pissed off at Lewis empty accusation. Especially when it came to you, he did not play around.

„What’s your fucking problem? You have some serious anger issues.“ Lewis squinted his eyes, confused how Max was so offended by his innocent questions. You wanted to peel your skin off as you clenched your jaw, not sure who was acting more childish. But before you could even react, Lewis already grabbed your shoulder pulling you away from the dutch guy „I don’t want you to talk to him again, alright? If he ever tries anything…“

„Lewis, he really didn’t bother me.“

„Just stay away from him. He means trouble.“

Trouble. That’s what you were in for. After the season ended and you ended things with Max, the two of you basically ghosted on another. But you would lie if you'd say you didn’t check on him from time to time. Seeing him on holiday, partying and celebrating the peak of his career while you were picking up the pieces for your brother.  But what hurt you most was seeing pictures of Max cozying up with some model in a club in Ibiza; seeing that he was moving on. 

„It’s not that hard Y/n!“ Lando rolled his eyes, his head resting against the headboard of his hotel-room bed as he scrolled through his phone while you senselessly swiped through your tinder.

„It is.“ you sighed, tossing your phone to the side as you buried your head in the pillows. You groaned, thinking about the horrible day you had. It was the first race weekend of the season. It was the first time you had seen him again and well let’s just say he didn’t even acknowledge you at all. All weekend Max had given you the cold shoulder and you couldn’t blame him. He probably hated you after what you did. With your voice muffled you whined against the pillow „I never get any matches.“

„What?“ Lando squealed, confused as he grabbed your phone with no hesitation „Well, you’re doing something wrong!“

He went to your profile, checking how you were presenting yourself and just as expected it was rather disappointing. It wasn't doing you justice as at all. He sighed shaking his head as he made a clacking sound with his tongue „Oh, Y/n!“

„That bad?“ you asked, looking up at him with a frown as you saw him nod. You buried your head in your hands as you fake sobbed, making Lando chuckle.

„Wait! Not all hope is lost.“ he nudged your shoulder, scrolling through your phone for what seemed like an eternity „I just have to get a better picture of…“

The expression on the brits face suddenly became blank as he stared at your phone. Your heart stopped at the mentioning of pictures, leading you to put two and two together. A gasp escaping from both of your lips at the same time as you quickly snatched your phone out of the young guys hand. His expression was basically frozen as you looked at the image on the phone.

„Why are you and Max in bed together?“ you cringed af the sight of you cuddled up against the dutch guys naked chest. One of the many pictures you two had taken whenever you‘d end up in eachothers arms. It seemed like Lando had scrolled up quite a bit in your gallery and you hadn’t yet got it over your heart to delete anything.

„I-I…“ you stuttered looking at the curly haired boy. Lando looked at you with raised eyebrows, trying to give you a chance to explain but he soon understood you wouldn’t get a word out and the sad expression on your face made him feel bad for you. Whatever had happened, it was clearly over as you were asking him for help to find a guy. It now also made sense to Lando why you had rejected all the single eligible guys he had introduced to you over the last week. The brit sighed, sending you an apologetic look „Y/n, I think we found the reason why it doesn’t work.“

You had told Lando everything. Every little detail and god, it felt good finally being able to open up to someone. To get the guilt you felt both towards your brother but also Max of your chest. Lando didn‘t judge you, although he didn’t agree with the way you had lied to your family, he saw that you clearly had feelings for Max. And in his mind he was sure; those feelings still where there.

Fast forwarding to the grand-prix in Jeddah, Max was finally able to score his first points while Mercedes was clearly going through a rough patch. It seemed like everyone except Ferrari was currently having starting problems. Lewis, who usually always stayed positive even started to doubt himself. But Lewis problem was different to Maxs. Max just couldn’t seem to concentrate with you being around.

In Australia he was barely able to handle it. At practice he watched as you talked to some of the Mclaren staff with Lando by your side. Your short floral dress leaving little to his imagination as you played with the ends of your hair. He had noticed you had gotten quite close to Lando but tried to shrug it off. It was none of his business anyways. He just felt like it was incredibly unfair that Lewis didn’t seem to mind you hanging out with any of the other guys but when it came to Max even looking at you, the seven time world-champion was right there.

„What are we looking at?“ Sergio asked his teammate as he handed him a water bottle. Max took it leaning against the wall of the Red Bull motor home as he adjusted his hat and shrugged „Nothing.“

Sergio raised his eyebrows clearly not buying Max's answer. He had now known the dutch guy for quite a while and it was very easy to figure out what was lingering on his mind.

„It’s little Hamilton right?“ Checo asked, making Max's stomach twist. He was afraid of what the older guy might think of he knew the truth, so he did what he did best; acting oblivious.

„What? No!“ the dutch guy squealed, his voice incredibly high which immediately gave him away. Well, that and the fact that he was as red as a tomato. Checo chuckled, crossing his arms as he pressed his lips together watcghng Max be a nervous mess. The younger guy scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat „Besides she’s not even called Hamilton.“

„Well, you would know.“ Maxs teammate joked, looking over at you. He mustered you for a second, trying to make sense of how the dutch guy seemed to be so smitten by you and it did add up; you were incredibly beautiful and exactly Max's type plus the sound of your laughter could be heard through the whole paddock. Sergio sighed looking over at his teammate one last time, seeing him watch you with a that certain look on his face. That’s when Checo understood; Max was in love with you.

That’s how we take off on the weekend of the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix. You always loved being in italy, so the second you stepped on the paddock that weekend, your heart fluttered. There was just something about the atmosphere there that inspired you. On the day of qualifying's if was quite cloudy so you spent most of your day going through questions for an upcoming Interview Lewis had. Crossing out the ones you didn’t wanted to be asked, mostly noisy stuff about his dating life and family. But there was this one question that caught your attention. As you read it over and over again, thinking what Lewis would say.

„Although Max Verstappen was your biggest rival last season, are there any qualities he has that you find admirable?“

Admirable. You chuckled, shaking your head. It was ironic, you could think of a million reasons why you admired Max and you were sure your brother would have a hard time even naming one. Lost in your mind you started doodling on your paper. Not even realizing the words forming on your paper.

„His humor, his smile, his ambition, the way he loves. Really hard.“

After a long hard day you went out for dinner with Toto and his wife. Lewis had decided to just go straight to his hotelroom after the horrible day he had. So you tagged along with what seemed to be like your second family. George had also been invited, to the exclusive dinner at some extremely fancy restaurant. So you had dressed for the occasion, your shorts satin dress revealing our back as your loose curls fell onto your shoulders effortlessly. Topped of with your favorite jewelry and a red lipstick you called it a day.

You were kind of mad that Lewis had bailed on you last second but you also felt comfortable around Toto and Susie. George you were still getting to know but you knew he would soon be a close friend. 

„I‘m stuffed.“ George sighed, taking on last bite of the chocolate soufflé in front of him before putting his fork down. You chuckled, still devouring your dessert, sitting next to the guy who seemingly had the manners of a member of a royal family. The word distinguished truly perfectly fit him.

„Oh, come on George!“ Toto chuckled, sipping his wine as he stared at the young guy „Even Y/n‘s finishing it!“

„Hey!“ you exclaimed, slightly offended „Dont underestimate me Toto!“

Toto laughed as the waiter refilled his glass of wine and Susie massaged the back of his neck. The restaurant was completely full, a bunch of people having already walked up to your table asking for pictures. But you weren't the main attraction here just a couple of tables away from you Max was sat alongside Checo and his Red Bull team. You hadn’t even noticed the dutch guy but it was safe to say that he had noticed you as he sat there with crossed arms, pouting like a little child while he watched you sit next to George.

„So Y/n?“ Susie now spoke, smiling at you a little before getting serious „Is there any new guy in your life? It seemed like there was someone last season…“

You almost chocked on your food as you quickly gathered yourself with a blush on your face you stuttered „What makes you say that?“

Toto laughed, crossing his arms „Oh come on! It was obvious. The way you always snuck out to call someone and the smile on your face whenever you‘d get a notification on your phone!“

„Really?“ George asked, furrowing his eyebrows, he was suddenly very interested in the whole thing because let’s just say he had found something quite interesting today. When you had left the paddock, George innocently stumbled over the papers laying on your table. Not thinking anything of it he started reading through them until one very weird question caught his attention. Why would you write those things about Max? Out of all these people. Deciding to push his luck George just blurted out „So who is it?“

„What? He- He is no one.“ you stuttered, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. Your appetite having left your body, out of all people, there was only one who would probably flip out even worse than Lewis; that was Toto. 

But Toto didn’t even notice you were freaking out, he was too busy pointing his camera at George and you. Snapping pictures like a proud dad, while Susie cheered the two of you on. The next few things all happened so fast and the world seemingly went blurry for a second. George was still teasing you about the mystery man in your life as your table was catching the attention of some others, mostly because of Totos loud and obnoxious laugh at you, being as red as a tomato.

This also caused Maxs eyes to fall onto you once again. He furrowed his eyebrows seeing Russell whisper into your ear, little did he know what the Mercedes driver was truly saying.

„Is he blonde?“ George wiggled his eyebrows as you muttered a small „Stop.“ under your breath.

„Is he admirable?“ George now asked, your whole heart stopping for a second. He knew. And without George being able to say another word you yelled „George stop!“ before crashing your lips onto the side of his face so Toto could finally snap his stupid picture. There where a couple of Awes and gushes heard in the room. George was just startled, not having expected this at all. But when you pulled away, mouthing him a small „Sorry.“ he understood that this was truly serious. You didn't want anyone to find out.

Max felt like someone had ripped his heart out but that wasn’t really comparable to the anger he felt seeing you cosy up to stupid George Russell. The most stuck up and boring prick there was in his opinion but maybe that was just the jealousy talking. But Max couldn’t handle it any longer, he couldn’t handle everyone staring at you and George, thinking you were a couple. He couldn’t handle seeing your lipstick smeared across the brits face. And he couldn’t handle it not being him sitting right there next to you.

So the next thing he did might have seemed stupid any other day. But not today. Without another word he stood up from his table, heading straight towards you. Ignoring the calls from his friends behind him, his eyes glued on you. When your eyes fell on him, he could tell your soul left your body. You were surprised by the sight of him and even more terrified that it seemed like the angry looking dutch guy was approaching you with no hesitation.

„Y/n.“ all eyes fell on him, most of them super confused as you looked up at the guy in the white button up „We need to talk.“

That’s how you ended up pressed against his hotel-room door with him attacking your whole body with kisses. After stumbling out of the restaurant, leaving behind a super lost Toto and Susie. By now Toto had probably put two and two together. After watching you immediately obey the dutch guys wishes, grabbing his hand and following him out the restaurant, Toto knew; he had to talk to Lewis.

„Why did you do that?“ Max moaned against your neck, his fingers running up and down your bare back as your hands buried in his hair. Ever so slightly tugging at it as you wrapped your leg around his torso, grinding your hips into him. 

„What?“ you asked, innocently batting your eyelashes as Max groaned, slightly biting the skin on your chest. Inhaling the scent he had missed so much while he felt your hands travel down to his lower body. He took a sharp breath at the feeling of you ever so slightly touching him though the material of his jeans, remembering why he was so mad as he spoke through gritted teeth „Why did you cuddle up to Russell? Touching him, kissing him…“

You smirked, loving when he got like this. But right now you loved the fact that he was right there with you even more. All these months apart and all this time you spent missing him, it felt surreal to finally be able to touch him again. This was Max, he was real. This was your Max.

„He was teasing me.“ you told him, speaking the truth as you stared at Max's swollen lips. Wanting him to reconnect them with yours again you decided to give him what he wanted "He was teasing me about you. There's only you Max."

„We shouldn‘t have done this.“ you whispered, shaking your head as Max laid dead silent beside you. You thought about how you were gonna be able to get out of this again. After all things had gotten messy; Lando knew, George knew and Toto was sure as hell suspicious by your actions last night.

Max was frustrated, well not sexually at least. But emotionally, he was on edge. It took him so long to get over you breaking his heart in Abu Dhabi and he just promised himself he‘d never get himself into that situation again. But here he was next to a naked you after having sex multiple times, hearing you already regretted this.

„Yes you’re right.“ Max stated coldly, kind of offended by your statement basically saying he wasn’t worth it. But in a way Max didn’t even believe you, not after you had literally been moaning his name all night. But he was scared to say it, remembering the last time he opened up to you. You turned his back on him and god, he was afraid you might do it again.

You snuck out of Max's hotel-room that morning, you two leaving things as they were. Both knowing making a promise to stay away from each other rarely worked. Walking down the hallway still wearing last nights dress and Maxs button up hanging loosely over it, your shoes in your hand. Your phone had died and you were craving sleep like never before, knowing in a few hours you‘d have to get up again and pretend like nothing happened. What you didn’t know was that in just a few hours the pretending and lies would all stop, even if not on your own watch.

„Someone looks well rested.“ Lando joked as you stood outside the hotel waiting for your car to arrive, wearing your sunglasses and sipping on your coffee in order to wake you up.  You looked over at Lando, who had a sheepish grin on his face which caused you to send him a questioning look „What Norris?“

Lando laughed, shaking his head. He clearly had something lingering on his mind. As he had attended breakfast this morning, he had heard from Daniel, who had heard it from Charles, who had it from Carlos and god knew who Carlos had heard it from; that Max Verstappen had taken a certain drivers little sister back to his hotel-room last night. And with George confirming Lando, that you had actually been escorted by the dutch driver there was now no doubt on his mind that it was true.

„Max and you so did it last night!“

Lewis hadn’t shown up to pick you up like he always did on race day, the car ride giving you time to mentally prepare yourselves for the day. He had always appreciated you being there to listen to his doubts and fears but today was different. You walked past the fans patiently waiting in the rain, greeting some of them and taking photos before you made your way to the Mercedes home. But today you weren’t accompanied by your brother, who was usually always by your side.

As you strutted past the other motor homes, you couldn’t help but notice that there was quite the crowd in front of the Red Bulls home. Mechanics and staff member had seemingly accumulated to watch what was going on on the inside. It caught your attention but when you peaked over the audience, you soon turned speechless. As you saw none other then your own brother, grabbing Max by the collar of his shirt as the two of them yelled at each other. You turned pale but immediately knew what this was about, pushing your way through the people, some of the Mercedes staff sending you nasty looks.

Christian Horner was just sitting in the back, seemingly done with the bickering of the two guys as he buried his face in his hand. Checo standing there next to him, ready to go help Max if things turned violent. When Checo's eyes fell on you, he gave you an apologetic look.

"You're so never gonna touch her again Verstappen!" Lewis spat at the younger guy as Max scrunched up his face.

"Don't tell me what to do you fucking..."

„Max!“ you chocked out standing there with all eyes on you. Max who had just cursed at Lewis like a litte child one a school yard snapped his head towards you, immediately embarrassed by his behavior. He would never hurt Lewis on purpose but what was he supposed to do when the guy attacked him out of nowhere.

„Y/n…“ Max mumbled, Lewis grip on his collar immediately tightening at the mentioning of his sisters name. He was disgusted by the things he had hears from all corners this morning and when even Toto told him that Max had picked you up like a "hooker" in the restaurant last night, the guy flipped out.

„Lewis let him go.“ you took a step towards your brother, trying to avoid everyone hearing you. But Lewis looked at you with a hurt look on his face, he had just found out the worst thing possible and even if he didn’t now the full extend of it, it was enough to make him question his whole relationship with you.

„How long?“ Lewis muttered under his breath, slowly letting go of Max, who looked like he could finally breath again. When he saw the way you looked at his rival and then back at him, he knew the answer was bad. He hadn’t ever seen Max remorseful but right now the look on his face could only be described as that „How long have you been screwing him?“

„I-I-" you stuttered but didn’t get a word out, this told Lewis all he needed to know, as he bit his lip looking at the ground. He shook his head, he had to get away from here or he might actually hurt the dutch guy.

„Show‘s over!“ Lewis adressed the crowd, swirling his hands around before angrily pushing his way through people. An awkward silence filled the room as everyone watched your brother leave, leaving behind a baffled Max and you. Checo then continued to tell everyone to go back to work before leaving himself, shaking his head. The room soon emptied, everyone getting ready for the opening ceremony. Christian being the last to walk out, patted Max's shoulder „Good job buddy. Good job.“

Max sighed, knowing Christian was pissed off. This was exactly the sort of negative press he didn’t need. But when Max saw the look on your face, he forgot about all of that. Knowing how horrible you must feel, having just had you worst nightmare come true. This wasn't his plan when he did what he did last night. He never wanted to trap you, he just still loved you.

„I‘m sorry.“ Max whispered, running his finger through his blonde hair. You looked up at the blonde guy with teary eyes, shaking your head.

„No don’t be.“ you smiled weakly, pressing your lips together as you wiped your tears from the corner of your eyes. Max raised his eyebrows, sending you a questioning look. He didn’t understand this at all, weren’t you mad that Lewis found out?

„I realized last night, that even though you might not feel the same; I can’t live without you.“ you chocked out, the dutch guy listening to every word you saying „And I know you might not feel the same anymore but…“

„What?“ Max squealed, taking a step towards you before grabbing your face with his hands, getting you to look at him. „Y/n, I‘ve not stopped thinking about you ever since you left me in Abu Dhabi. I thought you didn’t want me anymore…“

„I want you silly. I always have.“ you chuckled, tears still rolling down your cheeks making Max giggle. The blonde guy slowly pressed his lips onto yours, giving you soft and passionate kiss. You relaxed into the familiar feeling, forgetting all about your worries for a moment

„I love you.“ you then mumbled against his lips and god it felt good for Max to finally hear you say those three little words back to him „And Lewis will come around eventually, we’ll just have to show him what we mean to each other and give him time.“

„We will make it work.“ Max nodded, caressing your cheek before smiling "And even if your stupid brother doesn't want it. I love you too."

[maiverie]

doublespeak — ft. park jongseong | 03

keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

synopsis: there’s nobody you detest more than park jongseong—he’s obnoxious, he’s rude, and he always manages to top you in every single class. while you pride yourself as one of the smartest students in your school, there’s something you can’t quite figure out the formula for—the explosive chemistry between you and your (hot) enemy.

characters: park jongseong x fem!reader

genres: romance, fluff, comedy, high school

au(s): academic rivals, “i wanna punch him except he’s really fucking hot fml” au, jay being an annoying, cocky asshole

contents: frenemies to lovers, constant bickering & banter, childish arguments, studying fluff, suggestive themes, smartass jay w brains

warnings: swearing, lowercase intended

a/n: my first jay fic! <3 my fav trope is enemies to lovers so i’ve been dying to write something like this !!! i legit had so much fun writing all the banter and felt the “frenemies” vibe was cute! anyway i really hope u guys enjoy it!! :>

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chapter three

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a/n: i’m so sorry this update came literally so late — i recommend reading the older chapters if u don’t remember the story as this one may be a tad confusing ! masterlist

“why would i care? do whatever you want.”

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“wait up!”

jongseong’s quick.

“hey!” you yell after him, shadowing his blistering steps by pushing your way through heeseung’s hefty front door. you’re chasing jongseong down the front steps, leaving behind the party while distant pop tunes linger in the air.

“dude, slow down!”

like this is a game of simon says, the annoying fucker speeds up.

you’re not the most athletic (actually, you’re not athletic at all) but you charge toward him. your sprint allows you to close just enough distance that you throw a hand on his shoulder and yank him backward.

you both halt now, finding yourselves just at the bottom of heeseung’s driveway.

“i said hold up!” you pant, hissing as you fold your body forward and try to catch your breath. you should feel embarrassed by how desperately you’re gasping for air, but it’s park jongseong — it’s quite literally unimaginable to feel self-conscious in front of a boy whose birth certificate is his parents’ biggest regret. better yet, could be used to wipe ass.

“my bad. i didn’t hear you.” jongseong says monotonously. you stare at him, baffled, albeit offended by his sudden attitude. sure, he always has an attitude with you, but this feels… different. you feel targeted. it doesn’t feel like he’s trying to annoy you — it feels like he’s annoyed by you.

“dude, what’s with you? are you mad at me or something?” you ask, frowning. honestly, you don’t really know why you care — you’d been having a great night at heeseung’s party before jongseong came in and spoiled the fun. if anything, he’s supposed to be the one apologising to you.

yet somehow, you feel like you’ve done something wrong.

“if you’re ever in doubt,” jongseong narrows his eyes, “just remember that i’m never not mad at you.”

you scoff. his response has instantly washed away any previous guilt you may have had. “why? because my existence is a constant reminder that you suck? that you suck so fucking bad?”

“say that to my academic portfolio.” he smirks, causing you to fume. “weren’t you the one that tanked the last math final?”

“i did not tank it!” you snap, grabbing his collar while you resist the urge to spit in his face. “you just got lucky, you gorilla ass little b—”

“teach!”

you freeze.

and then you snap your head over your shoulder.

it’s sunwoo.

at the sight of one of your students, you instantly release jongseong’s collar from your fist. it takes some effort not to complete your insult at jongseong (gorilla ass little buttfucker), though at least you step back and create space between you two. you slap on a smile and wave at the younger boy, who jogs down the front steps to approach you.

“riki’s vomiting!”

shit.

huffing, you quickly glare at jongseong before rushing over toward your student. “where is he?” you ask him, squeezing both his shoulders.

“u-uh…” sunwoo looks at jongseong once before returning your gaze. “in… in the bathroom upstairs.”

“did he drink?”

sunwoo shakes his head furiously. “of course not! i think he has food poisoning.”

thank god.

“okay.” you sigh with relief. “we’ll take him home.”

“we…?”

understanding sunwoo’s confusion, you point behind yourself. “this loser is driving us.”

“i have a name!”

“not one worth remembering!”

“it’s a left turn.”

“no it’s not.”

“yes it is, i’m literally looking at google maps right now.”

“well look harder, ‘cause it’s definitely a right turn.”

“are you dumb?” you fume, shoving the phone toward his face. “it says turn left!”

jongseong slaps your hand away. you scoff with disbelief, while the vehicle begins to slow as he turns the wheel right. of course he’s not listening to you — he hasn’t been listening to you for the past half-hour. you’re both definitely lost, though it’s not your fault. it’s because the buttfucker refuses to abide your instructions and adamantly insists that he knows the roads better than your GPS app.

“you know what?” you throw your hands up with defeat. “i give up! you’re so fucking annoying, you know that? you’re just wasting petrol at this point, you pea-brained mouth breather!”

“pea-brained mouth breather?” jongseong barks out a dry laugh. “the 1900s called — they want their dumb, outdated insults back.”

your lips stretch into a satanic smile. “trust me, if you weren’t driving right now, i’d do a hell of a lot more than insult you.” it’s the truth. you’d absolutely be kicking his ass — if he weren’t in control of your life right now, you’d transform into dwayne the rock johnson and absolutely body slam his ass into the concrete.

jongseong manages to spare a glance at you before peeling his eyes back onto the road. “oh, yeah? what? you going to hit me with those tiny baby fists of yours?”

breathe in, breathe out.

you need to calm down before you do something irrational — the only reason you haven’t jumped out of the vehicle yet is because your two students are sitting in the back.

breathe in, breathe out.

“somebody needs to revoke your licence.”

“somebody needs to revoke your existence.”

“help me!” you screech, struggling as riki’s weight on your back almost makes you trip over your own feet. why the fuck are you the one piggy backing him? the useless, unhelpful, waste of air jongseong merely stands beside you, leisurely fiddling with the house keys in his hands.

oh fuck. oh fuck. oh fuck.

riki’s going to slide off your back!

quick! you grunt, jumping to adjust riki’s body further up your back. thankfully, you’re able to slide him closer so that his arms dangle over your shoulders.

oh god, he’s heavy.

you bend your knees, though your joints feel like they’re seconds from swelling and bursting. in fact, you wouldn’t be too surprised if the cartilage affixing your muscles together might all snap at once.

“hm… which key did he say it was?” jongseong mumbles, taking his sweet, sweet time as he slowly slides through riki’s keys one by one like you aren’t about to get flattened and smushed to your death.

is he trying to get you killed?

“hurry up, you fucking dumbass!” you grit your teeth, feeling your knees wobble.

you’re positive that the vertebrae of your spine are all going to simultaneously crack and cave.

he needs to hurry up.

he needs to hurry up.

he needs to hurry up.

“slow and steady wins the race.” jongseong has the audacity to say, so you lean over toward him and bite his forearm as hard as you can.

“argh! what the fuck?” jongseong cries. “did you just bite like some sort of rabid animal—”

“i said hurry the fuck up!” you scream at him.

oh.

dear.

lord.

fucking finally.

by the time riki has been safely tucked into bed, you’re angry beyond belief, your back hurts, and thankfully, sunwoo has been dropped home — giving you free rein to scream at jongseong for as long and as loud as you wish.

however, though you wish to obliterate jongseong with every insult under the sun, you’re frankly too exhausted to. all your energy had been exerted into safely delivering both boys home.

there’s nothing left you care to say.

jongseong appears to have accepted this as well, because the car ride back is peacefully quiet. it’s calm, serene, gentle. you say nothing, head resting against the window of the passenger seat while he drives.

for once, there is silence between you and jongseong.

such a silence is certainly a rarity, so you yield yourself and admire all its small sparks of beauty — you listen to the soft blowing of the car’s air conditioner; to the sound of the car blinker; to the gentle rnb sounds of music playing; and even to the tender baritone of jongseong’s voice when he hums along.

crazily enough, he’s playing all your favourite songs.

you allow yourself to slip further and further into a deep, profound slumber, enclosed by nothing but the familiar warmth of your most adored tunes… only to realise that he must be playing one of your playlists right now.

aided by such things, you drift off into a sleep in which you recall every other type of silence you’ve shared with jongseong.

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in your first memory — your first type of silence with jongseong — you’re eight.

you had just met him a week ago when your parents had introduced you to their friend’s son, yet here you were — in your bedroom, lying on the floor, housed by a tent you had both assembled with blankets and chairs. you’re both alone in stillness and darkness, accompanied by nothing but a stack of books and a single lamp that sits in the corner of the homemade tent. its soft, warm glow illuminates just enough that you can both see the words on the pages of the books you’re sharing.

you and jongseong loved to read.

but better, you loved to read together.

neither of you had friends that liked books as much as you both did, so you would both explore your favourite tales together. with each other, you explored the artistry of the written word and the various worlds they painted — falling in love with words and fictional characters, traversing different universes, perusing the most intimate nooks and crannies of your imaginations.

you’d lie on your bellies, so close that your elbows touched and your breaths could be felt. you loved to read in complete and still silence — though it was the small glances and soft smiles you both exchanged that spoke far more conversation than words could communicate. you’d softly giggle at humorous lines of the same book; he’d quietly shake his head when the character you both hated would do something ridiculous; and you’d both smile at each other when you knew the story was reaching a turning point.

in this memory, you are only eight, but you’re old enough to know that the silence here is a language — an intimate one.

perhaps something only you and jongseong were fluent in.

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in your second memory — your second type of silence with jongseong — you are eleven.

you’re sitting in the library, alone, your notebook laid out in front of you as you study the english words you’d learned in class. it’s late in the afternoon, and while your school day should have ended a while ago, you await your workaholic parents to fetch you. you’re exhausted and too young to be studying instead of enjoying your youth, however there’s nothing else your parents want more but for you to have your nose stuck in books.

there’s silence, and you hate it.

you want to be going to the movies. to the park. to the arcade. to anywhere but a library, because truthfully, you only like books when they’re tales.

it’s suffocating sitting here, though just before it becomes completely unbearable, you hear someone drag open the seat beside you.

you look up, and it’s jongseong.

he smiles at you and waves, slipping into the seat beside you. you’re too stunned to speak, but he plants an earbud into your ear, and suddenly there’s no silence anymore. you hear nothing but the tune of soft electric guitar, melded into rnb melodies.

you’re eleven, and too young to be studying, but old enough to know that jongseong is here to kill time with you because he knows you hate the silence of waiting for your parents. he fills your seconds, minutes, and hours with music. he blocks out all the silence and replaces it with something lovely to the ears.

and here, you’d sit beside each other, crafting playlists together and swapping song recommendations, speaking another language that you and jongseong are also fluent in — music and song lyrics.

again, there’s still no need for words when you’re speaking all kinds of different languages with jongseong — you share smiles, and little glances, and head bops, and write your favourite lyrics on your books.

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and in your third memory — your final type of silence with jongseong — you are fourteen.

you are many years into your friendship with jongseong, and though for a while this was as much of a blessing as you’d always thought it was — this is the age you realise it had been a curse. because here you both sit, on the swings of the local playground near your house. at this late hour, it’s deserted — there is nobody else in sight; just you and the dearest friend you have.

your parents and his parents had fought for the umpteenth time.

you and jongseong had fled the house together, hoping to escape from the unbearable words your parents had exchanged with one another. you’d both found solace in a local playground, and again, there is silence.

you and jongseong say nothing.

you merely propel your body into the air with the swing, feeling cool air rustle through your hair.

however, it’s at this age that you realise that this type of silence is different.

it’s nothing like your first two types.

you aren’t reading and exchanging words through glances, nor are you listening to music and exchanging conversation through song.

there are no unspoken words between you two.

it’s in this memory that you realise that the “silence” here is not a noun, but a verb. the silence here is not a metaphor for non-verbal conversation. you sit in silence because you have to. you silence each other. you desperately don’t speak the words you know will spill out the moment either of you utter a single word.

because truthfully, both of you know that the dreaded conversation is dangling in front of you — your parents are drifting apart. there are fissures and cavities in the bond that initially bound you two together. and soon, you know your parents’ relationship will affect the amount of time your parents will allow you to continue being friends.

and this is the final type of silence because within a year, you and jongseong are no longer friends.

you were best friends, turned close friends, turned friends, turned acquaintances, and eventually — toxified by the feud between your parents — turned enemies.

this is the first time in a while you’ve thought of silence with jongseong.

and at the final memory, your eyes flutter open.

truthfully, your mind feels dull. you’re confused as you slowly regain consciousness of where you are and what date it is, though you eventually orientate yourself.

you’re still in his car.

except this time, it’s not moving. it’s parked along the side of the road; one that is familiar because it’s the one your house is populated along.

you turn your head over toward the driver’s seat, and there he is — jongseong. you freeze when you realise that he’s already staring at you, and silence fills all the space between you both. you thought there were only three types of silences with jongseong, but here you are — creating a new one. the type of silence that expanses the enclosed space between you two and makes you feel as though you can physically touch it.

“hey.” he says.

you blink slowly.

“hey.” you answer, shaking your head to rid yourself of memories you didn’t realise your heart kept so close to your soul. “s-sorry, i fell asleep—”

“it’s fine,” he replies, softly shaking his head. “we got here a while ago. i just figured you’d want to keep sleeping.”

if only he knew what you dreamt of.

mortified by your inner thoughts, you gulp. you attempt to sit up, though that’s when you become conscious of a weight draped over your body.

jongseong’s jacket.

why is this—

his eyes appear to trail your gaze, which is when he guesses the questions running through your mind.

he quickly reaches over and rips it off your body, seemingly embarrassed by your realisation. thick, awkward, painful silence engulfs the two of you as he tosses the jacket to the back of the car.

“now that you’re awake, hurry up and get out.” jongseong scoffs, reaching over toward your seat. startled by his action, you squeeze your spine back into your seat while he opens the door on your side.

you’re close.

his face is not far from yours. and when he looks up, the both of you appear to mutually arrive at the destination of this realisation.

there is silence, and not much space, and your mind has been plagued with memories of your old friendship with jongseong.

“are you leaving or what?” he asks you, slicing through your thoughts so harshly that you shut your eyes in order to regain composure.

after a few seconds pass, you finally open your eyes again.

what do you say?

do you tell him that he’s always been your dearest friend?

that you’re disheartened your friendship ended as quickly and harshly as it had?

what do you say?

“stop leaning in so close, your breath fucking stinks.”

silence is not something that exists between you and jongseong anymore.

all that exists is noise, noise, noise.

to be continued.

a/n: um.... we don't talk about the fact that it took almost 2 months for this update to arrive 😔💔 ngl i was this 🤏 close to discontinuing this fic bc i wasn't v confident about it but I CANT DO MY BOY JAY DIRTY LIKE THAT 😧 SO DON'T WORRY!! THIS FIC IS MOST DEFINITELY GOING TO BE FINISHED <33 i just wanna say thanks to all the people that were kind enough to share their excitement for this story- im :((( u guys are the absolute best 😭 hope this chapter was okay! hehehe i wanted to focus on jongseong and yn’s old friendship; if any of you remember, it was briefly mentioned that they were family friends in chap 1 :>>> anywayyyy do please share ur support via liking + reblogging ! <333 id love to hear ur thoughts :>> MUAHH

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The Kind that Never Slows Down | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 10k

✦ summary — Gotham is hit with a spell that changes your perception of Damian forever.

✦ warnings — nsfw, semi-public sex, non-con sex (not really but just to be safe), angst, language, light jealousy, light possessiveness, mentions of food, smut, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), consensual sex, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fluff.

✦ author's note — this one should’ve been published a long time ago, but I just got around editing it. Hope you like it.

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The abandoned building smelled like piss and mold, the only light available entered through a broken window, and you were pretty sure you had heard rats roaming around.

But you didn’t care. Robin’s hands were all over you, plump lips sucking on your neck like his life depended on it as he pounded into you.

It wasn’t enough.

He had skipped foreplay on your insistence. You needed him more than anything, if he didn’t fuck you right there in that moment you wouldn’t be able to survive.

He grunted out of pleasure as you clenched around him, gripping your hips to ground himself as he picked up his already relentless pace.

It still wasn’t enough.

Having his cum down your thighs and marks over your neck from his kisses wasn’t enough either. Your body craved all of him, including his whining and abrasive words.

Noise outside prompted him to part from you completely. Both of you fixed yourselves as best as you could in silence, avoiding looking at the other.

You followed him outside with a sense of guilt hovering over you like a dark cloud. You felt like you had just gotten out of a trance after committing the worst of the crimes.

Nightwing stopped you by yelling, “Where were you? I looked for you two everywhere.”

“We were looking for you,” Robin lied smoothly.

Nightwing’s shoulders slumped as he nodded. “Well, Zatana undid the spell.”

Suddenly Damian’s urgent voice as he said he needed you made all the sense in the world. His need for you and your need for him had been magic-induced.

Of course it had been! You two were mere acquaintances who fought all the time for the most minimal things in the world or ignored the other to the point of making people around you uncomfortable. It was a surprise that you worked well together at night.

“A lust spell, right?”

“Well, no,” Nightwing chuckled. “According to her, the spell showed people what their heart desires the most.”

Robin stiffened beside you, and you felt every drop of blood drain from your face and fall to your feet.

“Did you hear a lot of people having sex?”

“Yeah,” you croaked. “Tons of them.”

The moment you got home, you ripped your suit off and walked into the shower. You washed his cum off you, scrubbing your body twice just to make sure.

Wishing the soap could erase the marks on your neck and the memory of the way he had moaned your name, you decided to take a pill to sleep.

You hadn’t needed one of those in months, but Damian was that special. Or annoying.

God, you hated him and his stupid ego. He would surely find funny the lengths you would have to go to put this in the past.

He loved being the center of attention as much as he hated you, that was why you always tried your best to avoid him. When you didn’t avoid him, he made weird faces at you and scoffed every time you laughed.

Turning the lamp off, you hoped for the best.

Meanwhile, Damian ignored Dick’s inquiries. Why did his brother care if he was extremely quiet or if he looked like he was about to explode?

Your scent was all over him, still bewitching him, overpowering his sweat and the smell of everybody around him.

Looking down at his hands, the gloved palms that had hours before gripped and traced as much of your body as your suit had allowed him to, Damian clenched his jaw.

How could he have been so stupid? There was no other reason for you to beg him to fuck you the way you had — magic! He fucking hated magic.

But Dick’s explanation... that was worse. More stupid. He hated it too. His brother had to be wrong.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone from his family was wrong regarding magic, and Zatanna while an expert had her own biases.

Besides, his heart could have been desiring to get off the most just like yours. The two of you were busy people after all.

“Did the spell show you anything, Dami?”

The prettiest face he had seen in his entire life. “A pet demon.”

He regretted the lie the moment he said it. Damian wished a lot of things could be different. His mother would be furious if she knew how sentimental he was becoming, if she found out how often he gave into wishful thinking.

For once, he wanted to be open. But as always something was stopping him. Sometimes he wondered if he had been born to be like that or if his grandfather had simply lied.

Leaving the cave the moment he was dismissed, he trotted upstairs almost praying Dick wouldn’t follow him.

He couldn’t stop replaying the way you clung to him, or the harshness of your kiss. It had felt real, and too perfect to be happening to him all at once.

But you hated him, everybody and their mother knew that.

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Barbara had never been subtle around you. There had never been a need for such a thing — she was like the older sister you never had, you two carried the other’s secrets and burdens.

Back when you met her, barely as a teen, she provided a safe place you only had ever dreamt of having. You vowed to give it all back; she deserved it.

“What’s up with the turtleneck?” She asked, unsubtly so with her bright eyes on your neck.

“I have a cold,” you feigned a rasp. Perhaps this secret wouldn’t be shared.

“Mmmh. Really?” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “Dick said Damian was feeling under the weather too.”

Yup. Definitely not sharing. It would be embarrassing. She had always had the theory that you were in love with Damian just because you complained about him on a weekly basis.

It was like she had never met him.

In a way, the theory was correct. But it lacked a lot of details — a spell had confirmed it from all things. It sounded ironic, quite suitable to your situation.

“Flu season, I guess.”

It was a bad lie. Everybody knew when flu season arrived because Tim started getting a stuffy nose and limiting his consumption of Red Bull in order to drink more water.

”Did the spell from the other night show you anything?”

You faked a cough, shaking your head. “I was busy on patrol.”

“I was too and I saw Dick.”

“That’s just wishful thinking, Babs. It’s cute, though.”

Her not seeing Dick would have surprised you. They had known each other for years, gone through so much together... most people wanted what they had.

“Is there a particular reason why you’re lying to me?”

You wrapped your fingers around your mug. The heat transferring from the ceramic to your palm reminded you of Damian’s breath on your lips.

Taking a gulp of coffee, you blinked rapidly. “You don’t think it’s cute?”

She rolled her eyes. “Everybody saw something. It’s how those spells work.”

“There must be something wrong with me.”

There really had to be something awfully wrong with you. Saying out loud that you wanted Damian more than anything in the world terrified you.

It was a normal thing. Not wanting him specifically, but wanting someone — everybody craved attention and love at some level, you just happened to crave Damian’s at every single one.

He was the problem, not you.

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Movie marathons weren’t something Damian really cared for, but they were better than hearing his father complain about minor things like if he had ruined a goon’s lungs or whatever.

Alfred called it bonding time which he supposed was a fair assessment. He found Tim’s taste in movies quite good, and now he didn’t get the urge to strangle his slightly older brother in his sleep.

His stepmother was there too. Selina had been the reason why Bruce shifted his ways, she urged him to either find a balance or stop adding people to the team.

Duke made him pass a bowl of popcorn to Tim who did the same to Stephanie. The bowl landed on Dick who was on the row behind them, just next to Jason.

Getting more comfortable on his seat, his eyes fell on the empty spot to Duke’s right. Cassandra used to sit there until one afternoon Duke couldn’t seem to shut up and she asked you to switch places. You always went with the things Duke said, sometimes even asked his opinion.

Damian complained once, telling his sister to suck it up next time. But Cassandra would never do something he told her to, that was perhaps why she was his favorite.

Everyone around him was in an amazing mood which he didn’t understand. Bruce had just tried to tell a joke, and Jason was mocking how dumb it was.

Selina laughed loudly, in that way people did when they felt genuinely happy. At least that was what he supposed; Damian wasn’t sure he had ever experienced happiness.

The sound of an approaching wheelchair made his ears perk up. Not a single pair of shoes could be heard against the floor. Fighting a frown, he turned to look at the door.

Barbara waved at all of them with a smile, maneuvering her wheelchair to sit next to Dick’s seat. Craning his neck with the excuse of saying hi, Damian watched her give Dick a chaste kiss.

“Where’s (Nickname)?” Dick asked, lifting his arm to rest it on the back of Barbara’s chair.

“She said she was feeling sick. Although...” Barbara giggled, leaning onto Dick’s arm. “I heard the voice of a guy in the background so she might have company.”

Damian felt sick upon hearing such a thing. First, you had asked to be paired up with Duke for patrol and now this? It was too much even for your pettiness — granted, he had planned on putting more distance between you two, but he hadn’t gone around trying to find someone to erase you.

The thought never crossed him, not for a single moment. He had wondered why he wished to cling to a memory when he had never been the sentimental type, but he realized that to be the entire point of deep desires.

“Well, it’s time,” Stephanie commented, “she’s been single for too long.”

“Let’s hope we don’t have to scare him off,” Selina added.

Damian stood up from the now uncomfortable seat, forcing Duke to do the same so he could leave. Duke stared at him weirdly, with worry, as if he knew something Damian didn’t want him to.

He probably did. Damian had been careless two times in a row. God, he needed to get a fucking grip. Unconsciously, he fiddled with the neck of his sweater.

“Oi,” Jason called for him, “where are you going?”

“Out,” he answered angrily. “If other... members... may skip this, why can’t I?”

Barbara and Dick shared a sideways glance.

Only telling Alfred that he would be back later, Damian followed the path towards the garage. Skipping his bike for once, finding himself thinking he wanted to take as little shortcuts as possible for whatever reason, he took his car.

Damian had always been a fan of driving. He didn’t know why, it was tedious and didn’t serve many purposes in the grand scheme of things; not to him. Ever since he learned, he took every opportunity he got to drive whichever vehicle he could get his hands on.

Having control over vehicles and machines was nice, he supposed. If people were a little bit more like said things, everything would have been easier. The world would be boring, but easier to habit.

Saving people was easy, caring about them from afar gave him enough human interaction for his standards, but he would never understand them.

And for the first time since he tried to decode his mother’s attitude, he wanted to understand someone more than anything. Perhaps that way said someone would understand him back and untangle this mess.

The building before him wasn’t welcoming. He had never put foot into that place, but he knew every single person that lived there — patrol gave him that kind of knowledge. And he did some research months ago, but no one needed to be aware of such thing.

He pressed his ear to the door he had been looking for. The dishwasher was on, but he couldn’t pick up any other sound. Damian knocked on said door three times, quickly and loudly. There was no answer so he did it again. A door slammed shut inside the apartment, a groan accompanied by a string of curses got clearer as stomps approached him.

Standing tall and straight, he felt a thrill down his spine as the lock was loudly fiddled with.

You swung the door open, rubbing your eye. He observed you had thrown a turtleneck on, upside down. Damian walked past you without invitation, analyzing the living room.

There were no clothes scattered all over the floor like he had imagined he would find.

“What are you doing here?”

He ignored you, exploring the kitchen. Damian opened the fridge, narrowing his eyes as he inspected. He did the same with the cupboards.

Shoving your bedroom door open, he found the bed undone. The TV was on, playing an old movie. He heard your steps as you followed him, repeating your question.

“Is someone from the team in danger?” You asked next.

Damian pulled your closet open, tilting his head. You could’ve been more organized, he admitted to himself, but there was nothing unusual.

Craning his neck to look at you, he inquired, “Where is he?”

“Where’s who?! What’s going on?”

He stared at you, waiting for you to crack. To his surprise, you stared back — defiant, blinking less and less as the seconds passed.

You were mad, he could tell. It only made him grow more suspicious. Tensing under your eyes, sharp instead of soft like they usually were, he scoffed; he couldn’t show he cared.

“Dude,” you insisted, “you are scaring me. What happened?”

Shaking his head, he pushed past you again and continued his search. The bathroom was warm, the mirror fogged up and tiles sprinkled with drops of water.

He turned around, watching you again. Well, your hair was wet now that he paid more attention to it...

Damian checked in the small laundry room too, but he found bottles of detergent and folded towels next to your suit. Nothing else. No one else.

“Damian—“

“Shut up.” He pointed at you with a finger.

“You are the one who came to my place to look for whatever or whoever you are searching for! Unprompted!”

He didn’t answer.

You went back to your bedroom to turn the TV off and pause the movie, resigned to the fact that he had ruined your self-care day.

No one knew you would be home that day. You had ignored everybody’s calls and avoided being active on social media just in case they were stalking you. Turns out the utmost secrecy isn’t enough to avoid Damian Wayne.

He stood in the living room, looking down at the coffee table as if expecting the furniture to turn into something else. Fixing his eyes on the centerpiece he knew Dick had given you as a gift because it reminded him of you, Damian furrowed his brows.

“Have you been alone the entire day?” He asked, feeling your presence behind him.

“My neighbor brought some cake. Other than that, yeah.”

“Barbara said you had... company.”

“I haven’t talked to Babs in days.”

Barbara had continued asking about what you saw that night with the spell, and you weren’t willing to say it still. Weeks had passed, but it felt like mere seconds had at times. It was so easy for her to ask, to assume things.

Only you knew the conflict you were feeling. She would never understand how awful it was to find out the one you desire the most is the one who likes you the least.

You had entertained the naive idea that he was in the same position, but the more you replayed what had happened, the more you convinced yourself it had been one-sided. He gave in because the release was pleasant, nothing else. People say things they don’t mean while having sex.

You had done it before, for fuck’s sake. You had faked having a good time before, who was to say Damian hadn’t done the same with you?

“Have you seen anybody else?” He blurted.

“My neighbor, I told you.”

He reformulated, “Have you had sex with anybody else?”

You considered lying, you really did. It would make the tension go away, you would have to see him around with other people but it would save you from a lot of embarrassment.

A part of you told you it was stupid, that you wouldn’t be able to take it. Much less when the people who usually took some interest in you tended to ghost you for whatever reason.

“Not since that night, if that’s what you’re asking,” you admitted.

“Good.” It slipped, but he didn’t care. He meant it, and it felt nice to say things he meant, no matter how harsh they could sound.

You rounded the room, crossing your arms as you stood in front of him. “Why are you here?”

“I was told you had company,” he repeated himself.

“And your logic was to interrupt me?”

“Yes.”

You couldn’t believe him. Did he want you to be alone and miserable your entire life?

The worst part was that you would probably be. Finding out you liked him, that you wanted to have him around, that you craved his attention, and his touch, rocked your world and shattered it.

Who would ever compare to him? His flaws were other people’s better qualities, even you who didn’t know his good side that well was aware of that.

“Do you really hate me that much? I’ve never done anything to you!”

He finally lifted his head. You wished he hadn’t, you wished you didn’t have to see anything other than anger in his handsome features. “I don’t hate you. I would make your life a living hell if I did.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” you chuckled, way more sadly than you thought yourself capable to feel regarding anything that came from him. “You roll your eyes at me every time I visit your house, Damian.”

“It’s not intended at you.”

“The scoffs sure are,” you reproached him, “and your stupid comments of how unfunny anything that makes me laugh is.”

“It’s not because of you,” he shouted. Shaking his head, vexed, he twisted his mouth as he huffed his anger out through his nose. “Cassandra’s jokes aren’t even that funny.”

“See?”

“Why don’t you laugh at mine?” He reproached now, crossing his arms to mimic your stance. “Why is it always one of my siblings or my friends who get a positive response but not me?”

“Oh, come on! You’re saying that like I didn’t come by hearing you say my name a few weeks ago!” Your words stunned him into silence which you used to your advantage. “You never tell jokes in front of me, how am I supposed to laugh at them? I always feel like shit because you only accept being around me on patrol, you entrench yourself in your room and make a point to slam the door shut just so I hear... you know what? Forget it.”

“I hate seeing you with them,” he said, wishing his words hadn’t carried that much emotion. “I always bribe people to not ask you out or to leave you alone, I have to watch you hug Jon and kiss my siblings’ faces. You’re always so damn nice until I appear... I prefer being alone than enduring your indifference.”

You widened your eyes. “You bribe people to not ask me out?!”

“Is that the only upsetting part from everything I said?” he snapped.

“No, no. Of course not. I just...”

He hummed. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“A waste of money, honestly.”

“If I didn’t, you would be with someone else right now. Probably Duke, you’ve always liked him.”

“You bribed Duke?” You let a small laugh out. “Duke? Our Duke?”

“Yes! Stop mocking me.”

“Duke knows everything, you know?” You admitted, uncrossing your arms.

You hadn’t been able to keep things to yourself for that long. Seeing Damian around suddenly hurt. The feeling had always been there, but finding out that he was your heart’s deepest desire wrecked your perception

When you told Duke, he reacted casually, as if you had told him the most obvious thing in the world. He said you and Damian were the only ones who hadn’t seen it.

“He knew certain things before I did, in fact,” you added. “Besides, I see him as a brother and he sees me as a sister.”

Damian nodded. It made sense, now Duke’s attitude seemed normal in comparison to what Damian had assumed.

He always assumed things. Bruce had told him once that he needed to learn to ask before acting out — this was the first time Damian found his father’s words useful.

“Why did you kiss me that night?”

“I believe it was more than kissing.”

“Yes.” Damian hadn’t been able to forget, he never would. “But why?”

“I felt... I don’t know how to explain it,” you confessed.

The room suddenly felt small, extremely hot. You shed the stupid turtleneck, it wasn’t like he hadn’t done the stubborn marks on your neck.

Make-up had hidden them well for a few days, and most of them had faded already, but there were two bite-marks, too big and deep, that needed more healing time.

“I was scared,” you told him, “that’s why I felt the rush to take your hand. And it was enough for a while, but then it wasn’t, I wanted you closer.”

“I couldn’t breathe. I assumed I was being poisoned. Then you took my hand and I panicked for a moment, I thought...” his voice broke.

You gave him time, trying your hardest to hide how surprised you were by hearing him like that.

“I thought you were having the same symptoms,” he rasped. “I’ve been trained to fight those things off, but you haven’t and I knew you would die. Your hand made it better for a few minutes, then I needed you closer too.”

“We can forget about it if you want,” you assured him, avoiding looking at his face in case your comment relieved him.

“I don’t.”

Damian reached for your hand in the same fashion you had that cursed —literally— night, shakily, urgently.

And in the same fashion he had, you allowed him to take it.

He brought you closer to him. You observed he looked more tired than ever, perhaps because things had been tense for the past weeks. You couldn’t have possibly looked too different.

“The spell doesn’t have to dictate this,” he said, tilting his head to look into your eyes. “It won’t. You know I don’t trust magic.”

“The spell is not the problem,” you whispered.

“I didn’t think there was a problem.”

“We have never spent time together outside of patrol, Damian.”

He sighed, nodding. “Get changed. Let’s go out.”

Only a lunatic would give their self-care day up for a guy. Well, you didn’t really care if people thought you were a lunatic, and Damian wasn’t just a guy — still, giving up the ice cream in your fridge was a sin.

A sin you were happy to commit.

Damian waited for you to get changed, patiently if anyone asked you. It had taken you a few minutes to even choose something appropriate, based on his own outfit because that was just logic.

He slipped his cellphone into his pocket while you locked the door. As you turned around to take off, he offered his hand.

You took it, intertwining your fingers with his as you walked down the hallway. In the middle of the stairway, you bumped into one of your neighbors who smiled sweetly at both of you. To your surprise, Damian smiled back.

Also surprised to discover he hadn’t taken his bike, you bowed as a thank you when he opened the door of his car for you.

“Do you want to put some music on?” he offered.

“You pick,” you said, curious as to what he would play.

You could’ve sworn he was nervous as he stared down at his phone, looking for something to play. He scrolled down, then up — he switched apps, then continued scrolling.

“I’m not picky.” Your tone was soft, an attempt to assure him.

“I don’t really listen to a variety of genres.”

“What do you listen to the most?”

“Classical. My mother got me used to it.”

You rested the side of your head on the backrest of the seat, looking at him. “You can play that if you want. Or we can just talk about the weather and whatnot. I think it might rain tonight. You like rain, right?”

He locked his cellphone, turning to face you. “Yes. It calms me.”

“I hated it as a kid,” you disclosed, hoping it would ease the tension and better his mood. “I was scared of thunderstorms.”

Igniting the engine, he prompted you to continue, “Not anymore?”

“No. My mom used to tell me that the only reason why they were so noisy was that the sky was happy to unwind and eventually I believed it.”

“That’s cute.”

“I had a phase in which I was in a bad mood if it didn’t rain.” You laughed at your own comment. “Now I like it just fine, less obsessively.”

“I had a similar fixation with snow.” He laughed too, and your stomach did somersaults — it was the first time you had heard him laugh genuinely.

Damian didn’t talk about life at The League often, he didn’t feel compelled when he knew the preconceptions that came with simply mentioning the place or his maternal family.

In fact, everything Batman Inc.’s members knew had been from Bruce. He liked the secrecy, those were parts of him and no one else. But he was willing to share tiny pieces with you.

He saw it as something supposed to be shared between two people interested in starting a relationship.

So he continued, “I would only climb mountains if they were covered by snow. My mother called me a brat many times, but she gave into my wishes for a while.”

“How did you grow out of it?”

“I broke my elbow.” He briefly looked to the side and then took a turn. “I proved her right, and I didn’t like not having the last word so I started despising the snow. I don’t mind it now.”

Before you could ask anything else, he pulled into the grocery store’s parking lot.

He picked a basket once inside the store, making a motion for you to follow him.

“What are we buying?”

“Fruit and whatever you want for a picnic.”

Realizing you weren’t near the fruits aisle, you gripped his sweater, steering him to the other side. Of course he wasn’t used to doing groceries.

He silently allowed you to guide him which was a win, Damian hated being told what to do no matter how small the suggestion was.

It didn’t take either of you too long to get everything you needed, but he spent ten minutes choosing a blanket as if he wouldn’t ruin the poor thing with mud and insects.

Passing the clothing area on your way to do checkout, you elbowed him on the side. He stared down at you, then followed your eyes as he realized they were fixed on something.

Damian groaned. “You’re so funny.”

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me you wouldn’t buy Batman underwear?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I am not.”

You narrowed your eyes, keeping your laugh in when you saw what resembled a pout on his face. “Robin’s?” you tried.

“Perhaps.”

You lost it at that. “Are they comfy?”

“Will you stop laughing if I say yes?”

“Only if it’s the truth.”

He just nodded, then did the gesture upward so you would resume the path towards the exit.

Pleased with his answer, you walked towards the checkout line. Damian stood behind you, breathing your scent in.

“Is that a new perfume?”

You craned your neck. “How did you know?”

Shrugging, hoping he was being nonchalant enough, he said, “I have a good nose.”

After a brief fight over who would pay for the groceries, —which he won by saying it had been his idea—, you left the store in direction of the park.

Your hand found his naturally, as if your palm’s place was to be pressed against his bigger one.

It felt good, but not really because of that bullshit —true, but bullshit still when magic was so unpredictable— of him being what your heart desired the most. The truth was that you could feel in his grip how much he wanted this to go well.

Swinging your clasped hands, you walked around the park, looking for the perfect spot to sit at.

You found a spot away from the kids running around, against a tree. Damian laid the blanket on the grass, placing the paper bags onto it next.

He slid an arm around your shoulders, using his other hand to eat.

“Do you think your family is already spying on us?” you asked gazing at him as you leaned onto his arm.

“I am certain.”

“You don’t mind?”

He lightly smiled at you, reaching for a strawberry. “Not at all. Do you?”

“Nah. I’m not looking forward to Barbara’s teasing, though.”

“Why did she tell us you had a guy over?” He bit down into the fruit.

“She has always said I have feelings for you.” You wiped the corner of his mouth with your thumb. It never occurred to either of you that you would need napkins. “And I guess she put two and two together when we covered our necks and used the same excuse.”

“In my defense, I could have blamed Tim.”

“In my defense,” you copied his smart-ass tone, “I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“You told Duke from all people.”

“Duke was supportive.”

Damian hummed sarcastically. “I’m sure everybody knows the details already. He loves to gossip.”

Seeing you frown before you turned to look to the other side, he reached for your farthest cheek, softly pushing your face so you would stare at him.

“I don’t care if they know.”

You wished you could have believed him. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have avoided me the same way I avoided you.”

“I cared,” he clarified, “not anymore.”

“What changed?”

“Me, my priorities… my vision of you, of this.”

You took an apple in your hand. Rolling the fruit in your grasp, you only nodded. Saying something else would have been nice, appropriate even, but words escaped you.

The fact that he didn’t hate you was still pretty new, shocking to some extent. His willingness to be seen with you by family and strangers alike was a huge compliment, and a big deal.

It was too serious so suddenly… you liked it no matter how scary it was. There had to be a reason why he felt so sure about this, and trusting Damian had never been a bad idea.

Except from that time when you ended up with stitches all over your arm, but you could let that go if it meant having him by your side. As corny as it sounded.

“Meetings will be weird, won’t they?” You sunk your teeth into the apple, hearing him chuckle.

“Less awkward, I hope. Although I enjoy vexing my siblings.”

“We can have fake fights in front of them if you want.”

“And blame them for our nonexistent problems?”

“Of course, I’m sure they will try to give their input either way.”

Damian groaned. He feared just that. It would be out of a place of care, he knew, but it didn’t make it less intrusive — he could picture Dick, sitting down in front of him in the cave, with a big smile and dangling his finger as he told him the way he was supposed to treat you.

He liked to imagine that Cassandra would only threaten him. Perhaps Stephanie would do the same and stop Tim from patronizing him.

Not wanting to ruin the moment by thinking what would Jason and Duke do, he shifted and changed the subject to the movie you had been watching earlier.

You explained that it had been one of your favorites and told him the plot between bites, amused by the fact that he was trying to look interested even though you knew it wasn’t his type of movie.

He told you about the movies the team was supposed to watch that day. You didn’t feel guilty for skipping; as much as you loved them, you needed time for yourself.

Spending time with Damian on this occasion counted as time for yourself, although you would make yourself clear to him that you would eventually need alone time for real. It was a mere exception.

The two of you walked around the park for a while, talking about random things. He was surprisingly easy to talk to once you tried, and God did you try.

It couldn’t get better than hearing him speak casually, about the architecture nearby and the types of flora around the park, in a light tone and with his hand in yours.

Your fingers played with his, and once again you found yourself in awe of him, of how comfortable he was with the mindless gesture and his willingness to keep up with it. You doubted someone would ever surprise you as much as Damian did.

Slowing down a little bit to take the scenery in, you naturally tightened the grip of your fingers on his.

It was such a nice day to be outside… perhaps the weather cast had been wrong and it wouldn’t rain.

The city was bathed in a pink glow as the sun set, unrecognizable. No one would have guessed such scenery to take place in a deeply violent and corrupted place, not even the most optimistic person in the world.

You remembered clearly how surprised Jon had been the first time he saw something other than thundering rain and gray skies in Gotham.

Glittering under the sunlight, the flowers at the end of the playground looked alive for once as the sky stunned many around you. And when you turned to look at Damian, curious about his reaction, you found his eyes solely on you.

The trees, so green under the light of dusk, had nothing on Damian’s eyes. Such thought, so familiar that you felt as though it wasn’t the first time it crossed your mind, so natural that you found it a fact and not an opinion, made you forget about everything around you.

He continued gazing at you, finding the curiosity in your beautiful eyes flattering. Oh, how much he enjoyed being the object of your attention.

The scenery behind you was gorgeous, he was certain of it. In his opinion, you complimented the view in ways nothing would ever do — there was something in your peaceful semblance as you tore your gaze off the sky and admired him instead.

You could’ve been sharing a silent moment with the strangers around you, one of those things he had heard you say once made the world make sense, yet your eyes were on him, on his face. And it made him feel important like nothing before had.

His father’s praises, the ones he had sought for so long were nothing in comparison. Dick’s patience although fundamental to his development as a man fell short against the way your eyes were shining for him.

Twilight swirled around you, but his eyes never left your face nor yours did his. The world didn’t exist, and if it existed, then it didn’t matter — not when you found him worth all your attention, not when he thought you to be brighter than the sun itself.

The air in the car as he drove you back to your place was thick and tense. He hadn’t said a word since he told you about that time Bruce inaugurated the school across the park.

Damian looked lost in thought, like often you had seen him while out on patrol. The places his mind took him had never compromised his performance — you admired that.

Bruce had called him out an infinite amount of times, but he couldn’t do anything else when Damian always delivered. You had wondered how he did it many times, but now you had to assume Talia taught him.

He walked you into the building, fingers brushing your wrist as you fell in natural silence.

Fumbling for your keys, you felt him lean onto the wall just next to your door. You took more time than needed to open the door, hoping he would say or do something.

When he didn’t, you pushed the door open and turned on your heel to face him.

“I had an amazing day with you,” he said, eyes on yours.

You breathed out, “I did too.”

Why couldn’t the day last longer? You logically knew you would see him again, but something inside you wanted him to stay. You wanted him to stay, better said.

Would it be too bold, too sudden, to invite him in? He probably had patrol that night — hell, you were supposed to be getting into your suit at that moment instead of pondering on whether you were brave enough to imply you wanted to spend more time with him; preferably in your room, naked.

Fuck it. If he said no, you would say you had patrol either way.

“Do you want to co—“

“Yes,” he answered before you could finish the question, letting a relieved sigh out.

You pulled him into the apartment, arm around his neck as you used your other hand to close the door.

His lips fell on yours as he kissed you slowly, arms delicately around your plump form. He took his time to map your lips with his own, somewhat afraid of kissing you wrong.

Damian grew confident as you attempted to kiss him more firmly, as steadily as your giddiness allowed you to. Tasting the fruit he had eaten earlier off his tongue, you wrapped your other arm around his torso, bringing him closer.

Smiling on your lips, he angled his face, kissing you with the same urgency he had the other night.

Eagerly, he tangled his tongue with yours until both of you were panting in search of air. As you caught your breath, Damian fiddled with the ends of your turtleneck.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I take this off? It’s getting in the way.”

“I can take it off—“

“I would like to do it, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” you assured him.

Damian slid the turtleneck off you slowly, huffing a small laugh when the blouse you were wearing under inched up. Placing the item to the side, he leaned to kiss your jaw.

Placing your hands on his sides, you slanted your head upon feeling his lips travel down to your neck.

He kissed the bite-mark left from before, softly, giving it small pecks. “Did I go overboard with this one?”

“A little bit. It’s been a pain in the ass to cover.”

“I’ll be more careful from now on,” he promised, leaving more light kisses over the area.

Your pulse quickened at the implication of his words. Damian felt the rush of blood on your jugular where he scattered wet kisses.

He trailed his lips up, breathing in your ear. You shuddered, fighting a whine as your hands looked for the hem of his crewneck sweater.

You inched the sweater up to his chest and waited for him to stand straight so you would be able to take it off. Damian was too busy kissing your face to care.

“Hey,” you did whine this time. “Damian, let me take it off.”

Smirking on your cheek, he hummed. Slowly, painfully so, he pulled away from you.

Once you had gotten rid of the sweater, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He curled his arm around you again, wanting you flush against him.

He slid his hand down and took a handful of your ass, making you buckle your hips up. Dragging his lips to your jaw again, he said, “Your stupid suit didn’t let me do that last time.”

One of your hands stayed on his shoulder while the other landed on his hip. Your fingers played with the loops of his jeans as he continued gripping and grabbing your ass like he had never touched one.

Angling your face, you attached your lips to his neck. Damian’s grip on you tightened.

“I want to take it slow,” he whispered, “but you’re making it really hard.”

“Metaphorically?” You mouthed his throat, hand sliding down to his chest, squeezing itself between both your bodies.

“And literally,” he whined. You loved the sound, for once not demanding yet still bratty.

As your hand slipped downward, you continued kissing his neck, paying special attention to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. You hoped your lipstick wouldn’t dirty his shirt — or maybe you hoped it would, both were fine with you.

Damian put some space between you, understanding what you were trying to do. While you undid his jeans, he undid yours, considering it would be better to get rid of everything on his way now that he was still feeling patient.

Shoes and socks off, the two of you shed your jeans without care of where they landed. Now the living room’s floor truly was covered in scattered items of clothing and this time Damian enjoyed the view.

“Come here.” He reached for you, eyes on your chest as his hands ghosted your sides.

You looked up at him, unable to hide the enjoyment you got from his hungry eyes being all over you. Following their movements, you also observed their slow dilatation.

He inched a hand up your side. You assumed he would finally knead your breast but he merely ghosted its outline, head tilted as he watched his own hand move.

For a few moments, he only did that, almost as if he was in a trance. The warmth of your own palm on his lower abdomen as your fingers brushed the elastic of his boxers made him react.

You pushed him back, towards your bedroom, pulling the door open and shoving him inside. He smiled, lifting his arms in mock surrender.

Damian sat down on your bed, relishing into the smell of everything you owned — the bedding smelled like a mix of fabric softener and your delicious new heady perfume.

You got the urge to kiss his entire face, hands on his shoulders as he slanted his head back for you to do it comfortably. He relished on the gesture too, so spontaneous and warming.

He placed his hands on the backs of your thighs, urging you to straddle him. Watching you second guess yourself, he drew you closer to encourage you.

Giving a last kiss to his nose, you complied. Damian snaked his arms around your waist, a pleased smile pressing against your chin before he kissed your mouth.

You bit his lip, tugging on it. He crashed his lips against yours again just to then do the same himself, intentionally bitting harder than you had.

A moan escaped you. Feeling his cock twitch under your navel, you rocked your hips to watch his reaction.

His arms tightened around you as he tutted against your core. “This is the reason why I never train with you,” he groaned.

“I thought it was because I almost broke Tim’s leg once.”

“Don’t mention anyone else right now.”

Right. You had forgotten he had been jealous earlier.

Damian rolled over, switching places with you. He kissed you before you could pout, cradling your face with one hand while he held himself up with the other.

You placed a hand on his upper back while the other rested on the side of his neck, kissing him back with the same amount of passion he was kissing you.

He had you breathless in a matter of seconds, and as he broke the kiss, you saw his nostrils flare in attempts to catch his breath quickly.

Trailing kisses down your neck, he dropped his hand to your breast. This time he kneaded it, humming against your skin when you reacted with a small sound. His thumb brushed your nipple, playing with it while he busied himself with leaving marks on your chest.

So much for being careful, huh. At least those were easier to hide.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” He asked bluntly.

“If you’re in the mood.”

He kneeled on the bed, hooking his thumbs in your panties to slide them down. You lifted your hips to help him out, laughing when he threw your underwear behind him with little care.

You opened your legs for him, finding a comfortable position as he stayed there, taking all of you in, completely naked and at his mercy.

He kissed your thighs first, teasingly nibbling on them. Every time he got closer to the center, to where now you needed him instead of only wanting him, he pulled away and went back to your thigh.

Slowly, he dragged his index finger up and down your folds. Damian rested his chin on your right thigh as he watched his finger collect and smear your wetness, proud of the fact that he was the one who had made you wet. No one else.

Your breath hitched in expectant excitement as you saw him finally bury his head between your thighs. His tongue followed the same path his finger had outlined, at the same rhythm.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he praised, licking his bottom lip clean.

As he gradually increased his rhythm, licking long stripes along your folds, you got bolder and urged him to be firmer by pushing your hips upward.

He moaned against your pussy, playfully sucking your labia to let you know he got the message.

Bringing an arm up to pin your hips back down, he used his other hand to open your legs a little bit more and part your labia.

Damian pressed his tongue on your clit, moving it gently at first. He wanted to know exactly what you liked and how. It didn’t take him long to switch between using his lips and his tongue which earned him a loud moan.

His hand caressed your thigh, eventually sliding between the mattress and your body to grab your asscheek.

You whined his name, reaching down to hold the back of his head. It was clear to you that he was enjoying every sound he managed to make you blurt, and it felt really good, but you needed more.

Out of nowhere, he tugged on your hips to slide you down the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he sucked fervently on your clit.

You fisted the duvet, begging him to keep going. Damian complied happily, mouth latched on your clit as your pussy swallowed his moans and the four walls of your bedroom made yours bounce.

They were music to his ears and his entire body. He could feel the tingling all over him, excitement and pride flowing through his bloodstream.

Massaging your ass, he couldn’t help but chuckle upon feeling both your hands on his head now. He allowed you to push his face farther in, not once slowing down.

Your hips bucked up and instead of restraining you, he moved with you. If you moved up he did down and vice versa. You got louder and he marveled at how responsive you were to him.

He growled, gripping your ass with force as he sucked on your clit until his cheeks were hollow. He let go only to repeat the motion, letting his tongue wander when he needed a break.

You tugged on his hair, squealing. Your body tensed in his grasp, prompting him to continue with his ministrations. Feeling the tremor in your legs as you tried to settle back down on the bed, he started lapping tenderly.

You caressed his hair, panting with your eyes closed. Damian lifted his head, hands softly dancing over your thighs as he stood up.

Feeling him hover over you, you opened your eyes albeit with a little difficulty. His mouth and chin glistened with your slick, wanton eyes inspecting your semblance.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you rasped before clearing your throat.

He caressed your sweaty cheek. “Later.”

“Bu—“

He shut you up with a kiss. “Later, please? I just want to be inside you.”

Nodding against him, you kissed him again. Tasting yourself off his tongue was addictive. You held him still for a moment, licking your slick off his gorgeous face.

Damian growled, deep and loud this time, hands already on your waist. “Should I wear a condom this time?”

“No. Unless you want to?”

He shook his head. He didn’t want a single thing to keep him from feeling you fully. Damian stood from the bed. “Get on all fours.”

You rolled on your side first to then do as he had told you, holding your breath as you waited for him to stand behind you.

He rested a hand on your hip. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you gave him your consent.

Damian entered you slowly, little by little, less worried about hurting you and more about making you feel every inch of him as his cock filled you.

You breathed out through a whine. He gave you time to adjust to his size, leaning to kiss the scar on your back.

Wanting to stay like that forever, you waited more than you should have to. If he was aware, he decided to be patient — such thing only made you grow wetter.

“Go ahead,” you told him, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.

Reaching over, he gripped your hands. “You feel amazing, beloved.” He kissed your shoulder, nibbling on your skin as he rocked his hips.

God, you didn’t know if his comment had been what flattered you or the pet name. Either way, hearing them was as amazing as the way he felt inside you, filling you like no one before him had.

His hands left yours. He opted for placing them firmly on your hips and thrust into you steadily, keeping you from moving too much.

Humming in pleasure, you held the edge of the bed in anticipation. He went faster exponentially, calculating every single one of his thrusts.

Having control over his thrusts and the movement of your hips was nice and all, but he needed you closer.

Slapping your thigh, he croaked out, “On your back.”

You missed his girth the second he parted from you so you could change positions, it made you feel empty.

Damian helped you get comfortable, holding your thighs open before you got the urge to rub them. He smirked when you glared at him, hand leaving one of your legs to hold his cock.

He penetrated you again, bottoming out immediately as he made himself comfortable on top of you.

“Fuck, Damian!”

His hips snapped forward involuntarily. Both of you moaned at the same time, he pushed against your g-spot and you throbbed around him.

His movements were rougher like this, wilder. It was as though he wanted to prove a point to himself, you didn’t know which and you didn’t care as long as he fucked you like he needed to be inside you in order to be complete.

“Say my name again,” he rasped the command.

And how could you deny him? You repeated his name as many times as your moans allowed you like a broken chant.

Damian’s pace got quicker every time he heard his name fall from your lips, a tad uneven as he allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure the mix of everything was bringing him — your walls gripping his cock, your hoarse moans and the angelic way honey dripped from your voice when you called for him.

You dragged your nails all over his back, moaning and whimpering in his ear. He was so loud in your own ear, saying things in Arabic that you couldn’t understand in such a fervent tone that you weren’t sure if you would come because he was fucking you into oblivion or because of his strained voice.

Hearing your name slip in his prayer-like monologue, you cried out upon feeling your stomach get tighter. You clung to his shoulders, letting him ram into you in unsteady thrusts that went from slow to hammering in seconds.

His tongue slipped, Damian started switching between languages. Grip on you tightening to the point of being bruising, he begged, “I need you to come first, please. I— shit.” He dropped his head into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your legs around his hips, clenching around him.

You threw your head back, arching up to meet his latest thrust as your orgasm flew through you. Distantly, you processed a few of the sounds you were making and some of the ones you were elating from him.

Strings of hot cum covered your walls. He growled on your skin, saying your name and something you couldn’t really understand.

You let him ride off his orgasm inside you, hearing the mess he was making as the wet sounds from your slick and his cum mingled. His mouth covered yours in a tired kiss, lazy and with a hint of the tenderness he had put to the side even though his intentions had been different.

Once the two of you had caught your breaths and he had made an even bigger mess, you pulled the bedding off the mattress and threw everything into the washing machine.

He was all over you as the two of you shared a shower, so close that scrubbing off took you way longer than it should have.

In all honesty, you didn’t mind. You were too happy to complain about his annoying little antics that you couldn’t wait to get used to.

”Should we suit up?” You asked him, watching the water drip down his chest like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“They can manage without us for a night.”

“You want to skip patrol?”

Drying his arms, he copied your tone, “You don’t want to spend more time alone with me?”

“Of course I do,” you replied immediately. “But you love patrol.”

He stood still, somewhat stiff in front of you. “Not enough, it seems.”

You dropped the topic at that and went on with drying your body.

He only put his underwear back on while you slipped a pair of panties and a t-shirt, awkwardly trying to find something to change the topic.

“Do you want some ice cream? I have a tub in the freezer.”

“Sounds good.”

A nice moment you shared, silently eating ice cream. He sat close to you the entire time, brushing your side.

It felt natural, as though you were supposed to be doing that and not anything else. Patrol could wait, and his family, and your friends, and the entire world.

The world stopped so you two could enjoy the moment, the day. Or perhaps it didn’t and you just couldn’t bring yourself to give this up for it — but he couldn’t either and that meant everything to you.

Damian never skipped patrol, he hadn’t done it in the worst moments of his life and you never expected to see the day in which he would find something more worthwhile.

You found a clean sheet for the bed in the laundry room which saved you from having to squeeze yourself with Damian on the couch. Maybe it was time to get a bigger one.

He rested his head on your stomach, cheek against your belly as he looked up at you. You could tell he wanted to say something, his brow was ever so slightly furrowed, and his eyes seemed clouded by a thought. He looked pretty nonetheless.

He traced his fingers over your thigh, drawing little doodles. You could make some up by feel — a flower, a bat, his name, a few stars, his name again, an R inside a circle, a heart, his name for the third time.

“I think I would’ve broken my oath to my father if you had had someone over.”

You slid your hand off his hair to caress his cheek, too worried to hide your frown. Damian took his promises and oaths seriously, more seriously than anything else. You had seen his family use said thing against him.

“It wouldn’t have been worth it,” you tried to reason with him. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Would you have gotten mad at me?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “It would’ve depended on a lot of things. Without context, obviously, but...” Realizing you were about to make up excuses for something that hadn’t even happened, you decided to ask, “Why are you still thinking about that?”

“I don’t want you to forget about me. Ever.”

“Are you planning to say goodbye or something of sorts?”

“No!” He glared at you for even considering such a thing to be a possibility after everything the two of you had talked about, after everything you had made him feel. ”But I...” Damian scoffed. “I can’t explain to you how horrible it felt. My eyesight clouded the moment Stephanie said it was time for you to start seeing someone.”

“Jealousy does that to us.” You tried to sound wise by saying it, an attempt you found quite pointless as you replayed it in your head.

Silently, he lifted his head off your stomach in order to lay down next to you. Shifting so he would be comfortable, you held your head up with your hand to properly gaze at him.

Damian mirrored your position. He told you, in a hushed tone like it was his deepest secret, “I felt like you were replacing me.”

Stephanie only had said that because it was the truth. Your relationships always fizzled out after the first two months so you had stopped trying. Then there was the fact that Damian himself had sabotaged who knows how many of them...

From her perspective, it made sense.

“Damian...” you trailed off, in vain. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me you won’t.”

“I won’t replace you as long as you don’t replace me.”

You thought he would find the comment insulting even though it was perfectly sound. But for God knows which time that day, Damian surprised you by scoffing with nonchalance.

Dismissing your worry, he slid closer to you, resting his forehead against your flexed arm. “I couldn’t possibly be happy without your perfume all over me.”

Grabbing him by the hair, you forced him to lift his head. His eyes found yours in a second, curious. You dropped your hand to his neck, sliding it up to his cheek.

Giving him the sweetest kiss you had ever given, tracing the side of his gorgeous face tenderly, you hoped you were doing a good job expressing what you wanted to communicate.

You were. He gave you in return the brightest smile you had seen in your entire existence. It was all for you, something you had caused, something you wanted to see for the rest of your life.

Damian pulled you onto his chest, laying on his back. He mindlessly ran his fingers over your side and up and down your back while you listened to his steady heartbeat.

You couldn’t possibly feel complete without him ever again.