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moriartyluver · 8 months ago

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ARE YOU MINE CHAPTER IV

"AND THEN I LOOKED AT HIS FACE," (Name) laughed as she sat with her fellow band mates during a 10 minute break, holding a cup of god knows what as she tried to stay awake. "and he was all like, in this posh ass voice, 'That's a lovely name'" she said, mimicking an upper class accent "Like he looked so fucking stunned! But it was cute, like I could've kissed him right there and be satisfied!"

James laughed, hand smacking his knee as if she said the funniest thing in the world "Who would have thought our (name) was into rich pricks?!"

"Yeah, well I'll probably never see his Tory ass again," she took a sip from her cup, "I tried asking Herder and he was talking about some other rich guy who just so happened to be the brother of the potential manager I bumped into."

"I thought rich people were meant to have uncommon names," John said in confusion "You know, like Bartholomew"

That's particular line had James cackling even harder.

"Not like you can say shit, John," Sherlock laughed, smacking John's back.

"Oh but you can, Sherlock?" (Name) teased, dropping her paper cup on the floor

"HAHAHAGAHHA"

"Hey, um, if you guys are ready, we have a couple more songs left for you to play," The older sister from earlier said, tapping (Name)'s shoulder.

She sighed, reluctantly getting back up to go to the band's equipment. "What song are we doing..?" She slurred

"Uhh..we did Teddy Picker last, and Crying Lighting before, so I think this one's Arabella," John, possibly the only sober one, suggested

"Looks like someone dressed the part," Sherlock said, eyeing (Name) up and down as he picked up his guitar.

She rolled her eyes, following suit with her own red guitar "At least I can dress myself."

"Or maybe you're just an attention whore."

"Or maybe I have to look put together because I'm the only girl," She said, positioning herself near the mic. "But even if I was a boy, I'd still be the hot one."

"Who said you were the hot one?" James chimed in, quite offended

John gave an exasperated sigh. "Can you all get it together, please?"

(Name) groaned as John tapped his drumsticks together, strumming at her guitar as the beat started to form itself, her red lips parted as she sang the first verse whilst the sweaty crowd of teenagers in front of them sang along.

By the end of the second chorus, (Name)'s voice had grown sore and rough, partially due to her attempts to sing over the noise surrounding her and also so she wouldn't piss off the birthday girl's bitchy older sister (she had a grudge against her after she told (Name) to sing louder and be more 'engaging' following the first song. Apparently she wanted to get her daddy's moneys worth, but it wasn’t her fault that these kids didn’t know how to sing)

"That's magic," (Name) sang, her tired fingers gliding over the strings

"In a cheetah print coat!”

“Just a slip,”

“Underneath it I hope!!”

“Asking if,” she paused as she held out her mic, waiting for the brain dead rich kids to finish the line. Of course, they only knew the first part..she should have known.

“..I can have one of those,” James finished, eyeing (Name) as if to apologise for getting them such a dead gig. “Organic..”

“Cigarettes that she smokes,” She rolled her eyes again for what seemed to be the a thousandth time that day

“Wraps her lips,” Sherlock joined in reluctantly whilst the rest of the noise were mere mumbles of the kids trying to keep up regardless of their embarrassment. He could’ve sworn he saw a few lines of coke on some tables in the back, whilst some girls snorted them with paper straws. Hey, they may be rotting their brains but at least they have a fuck about the environment!

“Round the Mexican coke,” (name) placed her mic back in its stand, preparing herself for guitar solo. “Makes you wish you were the bottle.”

“Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like..”

Oh so now they know the words, (Name) thought, her fingers gliding over the strings, trying not to make any mistakes with all the numbness in her fingertips. Even as someone who hadn’t been playing long, her talent was evident throughout the momentary performance, and she had surprisingly managed to multi task and maintain her stage presence for once. The sound echoed through the unnecessarily large room. As much as she loved the electrifying feeling, god was this giving her a headache..or maybe it was the mysterious substance from that cup she had drank from earlier..or the unmistakable smell of weed.

Hell, by the end of the solo, she had a terrible ringing in her ear. She rubbed at her ears mercilessly, trying to reduce the pain. On top of that, she felt so damn warm, but she didn’t want to take off her jacket because that was the only thing keeping her outfit from looking a complete mess.

Sensing her discomfort, Sherlock tossed her a water bottle, for the purpose of both sobering her up and also cooling her down. (Name), who was currently lacking in any common sense, uncapped the bottle and splashed it on her face. Hilariously, only half the water seemed to have entered her mouth at all. She could feel her mascara dripping down her cheeks to add to her messy appearance, which could only slay so hard before looking disturbing.

“Uhh..do you lot want another one..?” (Name) spoke into the mic as she crouched down on the makeshift stage, her voice raspy. “Because if we do, I don’t think it’ll be fair on us if you shitheads don’t know the lyrics.”

She couldn’t exactly make out what anyone was saying, but hesitantly got up, hands on the neck of her guitar. “I’ll take that as a yes, you stinky motherfuckers.” She laughed, ignoring the piercing glare from the weird girl who kept dictating what they were doing.

Poor (name) had only managed to get to the end of the second verse before the ringing in her ears had turned into sirens and all of a sudden, the cops had been called.

“F-flashing of digital cameras, from tourists in Trafalgar Square-“ (Name) paused, looking around the empty room with blurred vision, trying to convince herself she was hallucinating as she heard Sherlock calling out to her in such a disoriented state “Cigarette smoke uhh, watching a stripper and snortin’ some coke off her thighs.”

“Dammit (Name)! You’re not even getting the lyrics right!” Sherlock grabbed her shoulder “hurry up before you get us all arrested, you idiot!”

“Arrested?” She repeated, turning to the windows to see blue siren lights and a few cop cars surrounding the entrance to the mansion

“Yes arrested!” Sherly affirmed, trying to pack up his equipment

John stood up, intervening. “Shouldn’t we just stick around and explain what happened to the police? They’ll understand. We are innocent after all.”

“Oh hell no,” James exclaimed, fumbling to get his bass guitar. “If the cops get to me, my ass is getting deported.”

“Nah, you’re white, you’ll be fine.” (Name) laughed weakly before widening her eyes “oh wait never mind, you are kind of an illegal..especially with the whole, Yknow.”

“Which is why we should fucking leave!” Sherlock yelled, shaking (Name)’s droopy frame as he held her shoulders “we’re all too broke to afford a good lawyer!”

Before they could run off through one of the many shattered windows, they heard a deep cockney voice from behind them.

“Hands up, kids. You don’t wanna make this any more difficult than it should be.” He said, stifling a yawn. “I mean, the fuck are you lot even doing this late? It’s 11 bloody PM.”

“Listen, you old geezer- ” (Name) started, but stopped as John pinched her shoulder, prompting her to shut her mouth. “Nevermind.” She groaned, raising her arms whilst the rest of the band did the same.

“Listen,” a now sober (Name) hissed as they entered the police station. “If they ask for you to call someone to bail you out, don’t call anyone who would get mad, aight? I have a plan.”

“Oh so you have a plan now?” Sherlock asked sarcastically.

“Why you giving me attitude? It’s James who got us the gig.” (Name) whispered angrily. “You didn’t tell us the kids were gonna be that unhinged! Where the hell did you even get this gig..?” She turned to James.

“Uh..well I-“ James tried to defend himself as he was being dragged away to a cell whilst (Name) widened her eyes

“Don’t tell me you- How could you James!” She yelled “You can’t book us a gig with a girl you used to fuck and expect your little ex to not try to set us up somehow!”

“She wasn’t setting us up! It was just a coincidence that the police turned up!” The blond explained

(Name) struggled against the handcuffs, whining about how tight they were. “How do you know she didn’t call the cops on us just to save her ass and not get her and her weird sister blamed by their parents?!”

“Because she thinks I’m hot! She wouldn’t call the cops on a guy she finds fit!” James raised his voice, only to get yelled at by another horizontally challenged policeman.

“Mum’s gonna kill me.” Sherlock muttered to himself “Thanks a lot, losers.”

“Wake up, sweetheart.” A gruff voice called out from the outside (Name)’s cell.

She rubbed at her eyes, grumbling in annoyance as she stained her hands with black mascara and eyeliner. “How long have I been here?” She asked as she sat up on the hard bench “feels like fucking ages..”

“About..” The bald man checked his dirty primark watch “Uhh..40 minutes..?”

(Name) blinked in disbelief “Someone up there hates me..” she mumbled. “What do you want?”

“Hey, I’m the policeman here, kid.” He retorted “You need to call someone to bail you out, but knowing girls like you, I doubt your parents are around..”

“I really wish I could prove your sexiest statement wrong, but you’re right. My parents are in Wales for God knows why..” she sighed, hands in her pockets. She felt a little slip of card against her fingertips and reached out her hand to see what it was. She narrowed her eyes as she attempted to read the text “A-Albert J..Mori..Moriarty..?”

(Name) furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall where she had got this business card from. Realisation hit her like a truck.

That guy.

“I thought this was in my other jacket..?” She whispered “What kinda plot armour is this?”

“You gonna give us a number, love?” The policeman asked

The guitarist nodded “Crazy coincidence, but I have this little thing.” She waved the paper at him. “Thank god for that, I don’t even know my mother’s phone number anymore.”

“Yeah whatever,” he opened the cell, guiding (Name) to a telephone on a wall.

She dialled the numbers, eyes flickering from the keypad to the card as she tried to recite what she planned on saying in her head. She was calling a businessman who was probably working or something right now, for crying out loud. He probably wouldn’t even remember her face, let alone her voice.

Ring Ring

Surprisingly, Albert picked up before the third ring. “Hello?” His groggy yet posh voice spoke from the other end.

“Hey..um..you probably don’t remember me, I mean why would you, but like-“ she took a deep breath, fidgeting with the telephone wire “I got arrested, and I kinda need someone to pick me and my friends up..God I’m so stupid. I’m that girl-“

“From the cafe?” He asked

(Name) raised an eyebrow “Y-yeah!” She stammered “How’d you remember?”

She heard him chuckle “I’m not that much of a forgetful person when it comes to important encounters. What police station is it?” He asked

She looked over to a sign near the front desk, where she had revoked her possessions earlier. “Umm..Buckinghamshire Heights police station..? I think so anyways..” she still couldn’t believe her luck, she was seriously about to get bailed out of jail by a rich guy.

“Perfect. I’m actually quite close to there. Allow me about half an hour and I’ll be there.” He said, ready to hang up “farewell until then, (Name).”

“Bye- wait how the fuck did you remember my name..?!”

A/N: omg guys I’m at 505 followers 😨😨 give me ideas for a special I can do because I’m too lazy to do it myself 😞 anyways thank you pookies 🫶

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #—are you mine 🎸

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tickle-page · 2 years ago

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Hello!! Would you mind writing a fic where koga is getting gang tickled by the characters from enstars (whoever is the lers is definitely up to you)? hehehe, have a nice day!! I just read your hcs from your old account about koga and I love it so much, I wish to see more XD P.S. no foot tickling if possible hehe (not really my cup of tea)

A/N: You are absolutely the best anon, my first ever ask on this acc!! I’ll try my best to make it to ur liking, promise.😌 Have a nice day too!! Feel free to ask for more prompts if u have any left.

Truth or Dare Tickle

Summary: Koga’s roomate, Tatsumi, decided to invite his group over to hangout for the night. It was suppose to be a simple game of Truth or Dare, but what followed made the white haired men wish he didn’t stay.

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“Truth or dare…. Koga!” Tatsumi pointed at him, which only led the latter to roll his eyes and sigh. Honestly, why did he choose to stay here out of all people?!

“Ugh, why me?” Koga leaned his head back, making the others get slightly annoyed by him.

“Listen, you chose to be here. No one forced you to stay.” How much Koga hates to admit it, but Aira was right. He did in fact choose them over his annoying friends.

“It was this, or go to Adonis’s house w/ his three annoying older sisters who pins you down and put make up on you.” Koga blushed at the memories of Adonis’s older sisters grabbing the white haired’s arms, stretching them above his head. While the oldest sat on his waist, squeezing his chin with her hand, as she desperately put lipstick all over his mouth, getting some around it to where it touches his ears. At this point, he looked like a clown which was now on the girl’s lock screen on their phone. Though, he shrugged the memory off, answering with a “Dare.”

“Ok, I…dare…you…to… Wax your armpits!!” Tatsumi exclaimed, as he jolted up to get the oddly placed wax strips that was just chilling in his dresser “unexpectedly”.

Koga never once waxed any part of him, let alone let people put the strips on, so he doesn’t know how he’ll react to people touching his… armpits. From past experience with his parents, he already known he was ticklish, just a subtle scratch gets him cackling. He managed to hide his ticklishness since he entered the school, so hopefully he won’t wig out and cause a scene… He’s really hoping he won’t do that.

Koga took off his shirt, making him blush tenfold because his current situation was really embarrassing. He never showed this much skin, even just walking around his parents’ house, only when he’s at the beach or the pool. It’s not that it’s making him uncomfortable, he’s just not use to all of…this. “Alright, let’s get this thing over with already.”

“It’s better if you like lay on the ground while Aira and Hiiro pins ur arms above your head.” Tatsumi tried not to sound intimidating or sadistic, if you wanna call it that.

This made Koga blush madly, “What?! Why?!”

“Because your just gonna pussy out, and your gonna start jumping and wiggling if we don’t pin you down like I said.”

Koga was hesitant, but he didn’t wanna whimp out making the others think he’s some type of quitter, so he obliged.

Aira pinned his left arm, and Hiiro pinned his right arm, Mayoi was just watching patiently because he had no role that was assigned to him, while Tatsumi sat on his stomach, “wohohw, Your growing a jungle under there, Tarzan.” Tatsumi laughed, while opening up the wax strips, placing them both on his outstretched hollows, causing Koga to jump, but he had enough stigma to keep down his giggles.

“Omg! Would you hurry up?! And don’t call me Tarzan! Not my fault I’m way more manly then all of you combined.”

Tatsumi made sure the strip was plastered on tightly by scratching up and down with his index knuckle, creating enough pressure to tape it down some more. “Watch it, or I’m gonna make this into the most excruciating pain you have ever experienced.”

By doing God knows what with Tatusmi’s knuckle, Koga giggled. Wether it was from being nervous of the pain he was about to endure, or the constant tickling on both of his armpits, in which Tatsumi was oblivious to. He was persuading his mind that it was bc of the pain he was about to feel. “Ohhohohohokay, huhurry-AH!“ He screamed after Tatsumi picked one corner up on both strips and just yanked them off without any warning.

The sniggers alone set the four men off. Did Koga really just giggle? Only one way to find out. Mayoi just had to get the answer, “Koga… did that tickle you?”

Damnit, they figured him out already, what’s he gonna do now? A. Lie? B. Kick and run? C. Tell the truth? Or D. Stay silent? There’s only one obvious right answer to this question and it’s, “Have you guys ever heard of nervous titters? I was nervous about Tatsumi pulling off the strip. Now let me up because my armpits are all soar now, thanks to a certain somebody.” Koga glared.

“I’m not buying it,” Mayoi skittered his fingers in the latter’s now red, soar, bare armpits. “Your basically saying that this doesn’t tickle you? Well, by the constant giggling, begging, and jumping, your proving your accusation to be false.”

“Alrihihihight! Fine, Ihihihihi’m ticklish, leheheheht mehehehe up now!!” Koga scrounged and begged, but his pleads seems to be invalid to the three remaining lers. Aira didn’t wanna be a part of the tickling, so he let go of Koga’s wrists, making Hiiro take his place while he was in a cradle position, wanting to leave, but didn’t know where to go or how to without someone asking him why he’s leaving.

“Awww, this is too much valid information I can save for later~” Mayoi squeezed his sensitive ribs, while Tatsumi used his blunt nails to tickle his bare sides.

“Plehehehehehase!! Stahahahahp, I get tihihihickled way too much!! Ihihi’m tired ohohohohof it!” Koga’s ribs started to get red due to the various direct tickling that was taking place there.

Hiiro wanted in on the action, sitting on his pinned wrists to drill his index fingers in his exposed armpits. Somehow, this tickled way more than just scratching the hollows. Koga really wish this ended soon, if not, now.

“Wow~ you are really ticklish! This will be a delight finding out your death spot. Considering your already this jumpy.” Hiiro laughed.

God, Koga didn’t want them finding it out, but it is so fucking obvious. How can he hide his death spot if it’s right there in the open for the world to see? He’s gotta think of something that’ll either distract them, or push them off. His best bet is to distract them because he’s way too weak when he’s tickled to just pull them off. He’s gotta think smart and rational, though he can’t really think at all with Tatsumi’s constant thumb drilling on his waist, plus Mayoi was way too close to his death spot, making his head all fuzzy and hot. Tatsumi started to rub roughly on his sides, creating a system like he was fondling dough. Koga’s soft skin making it more ticklish every second of every rub he creates. His use to be white skin is now as red as a sunburn. His smooth and slick flesh now roughy after the hard rubbing that was just being processed on his sides. All that could be heard on their floor was the loud cackles and laughs from the always stoic character.

How no one came to check up on them was unknown. Koga didn’t care though, he just wanted the tickling to be over with.

Mayoi crawled over to his legs sitting on his knees, scratching the parts where his hips meets his thighs, like the center crevice area. Kneading the attacked area, making the latter cackle, increasing his movements and possibly strength. “STAHAHAHAHHAAH—STOP!! GOHOHOD I HATE THIHIHIIIS SO MUCH!!!”

“But we love the sound of your laughter.” Thanks to Hiiro’s position he has the upper half, from his armpits to his ears. And he loves exploiting that area, giving him a ticklish wet willie, holding his head back, scratching his adams apple and the sides of his neck. “I can’t tell if your neck’s red because of the tickling or ur blushing because of the tickling. Hahahaha.”

“Ohohohohokay, please stohohohohp. Hahahahhave mercy!! MERCY!!!” Koga screamed after his death spot was violated by Tatsumi’s ruthless fingers. With 5 fingers scratching up and down, while the other 5 traced the outline of his abs. Aira was just blushing at the scene from the beginning, wanting to escape, but was intrigued by Koga’s reactions.

“GUYS!! GUHUHUHUYS STOP!!! PLEASE, PLEHEHEHEHASE!!! ENOHOHOHOUGH!! I’M SERIOUS!!!” There was tears coming out of his eyes like a waterfall, telling the others that it was time to stop.

“*Sigh* You… guhuhuys… suck ass! Never do thahhat again.” Koga panted with remaining giggles spilling out.

“Ok, ok, but your laugh was too cute!!” Mayoi squealed like a little girl who was just gifted a small puppy on Christmas.

Koga got rid of the rest of the giggles, planning long and hard on his strategy of getting revenge on anyone who tickled him. Starting with the one who initiated it…

#tickle #ask #enstars #anime #anime tickle

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kithtaehyung · 2 years ago

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Hey Ryen 🤗I just found these Notes that I took while re-reading 3tan1 and I think I have never sent them to you. So here is me freaking out in my notes. -🧶🍁

My reaction and a thoughts I had while re-reding 3tan1:

Okay, what if he liked her already??

First of all the way that he cared about her soo much even before anything!! DUDE

Yoongi stills. “If I’m just a rebound—”

AHHHH how did he plan to finish that sentence???

ohh myy god how he keeps giving her moments to say no. Makes me feel like he definitely can't say no anymore and hopes she will. Bc he knows this is a bad idea. Also we stan an attentive king

Shaking, you watch as he slowly shuts his eyes, and you can sense that he’s closing one of his fists against the hard surface of the door.

Is this our guy struggling to keep it together bc he KNOWS that he cares about her??? Or is this just me interpreting way to much into this? who knows🤷‍♀️

“I’m liking everything with you,” you confess without thinking, placing your hands on his shoulders and missing his shrouded expression. Our man trying and failing not to fall in love rn?

FUCK what are you doing to me!! I am sooo close to TEARS RN!! THIS IS HEARTBREAKING; BEAUTIFUL; POETIC AND JUST AHHHH fuck fUCK FUCK!!! (Just re-reading this rn has me soo fucking GIDDY. RYEN WHAT DO YOU PUT IN YOUR WRITING??? THIS IS INSANE!!! Almost have me giggling and twirling my hair)

Light cuts through the cloudy skies when you react, and you find boldness in your chest one more time. “What if… What if I wanna be more than fine?”

Execuuuse me??? The symbolism here!! The parallel to oc being his light, bc he was in a really dark place at the time an AAAHHHH. Also go her for being bold enough to ask that question!!!

GOD I LOVED RE–READING THIS!! I love noticing new things I didn’t see before and I love how your words make me feel so many things. Also this makes me suuuper curious what their dynamic was like before this. Bc telling her to come to him should she need anything seems like a thing you don’t usually tell your best friends little sister.

yarn!! oh gosh, i got this while i was walking around nyc so i didn't get to read it properly until now and??? i am sobbing?? what the heck thank you for sending your thoughts! response under a cut!

Okay, what if he liked her already?? First of all the way that he cared about her soo much even before anything!! DUDE

awhhhh you're so right! he really did care about reader already, at least in the "hey if you need anything lemme know" older guy type thing.

Yoongi stills. “If I’m just a rebound—” AHHHH how did he plan to finish that sentence???

how diiiid he plan to finish that??

ohh myy god how he keeps giving her moments to say no. Makes me feel like he definitely can't say no anymore and hopes she will. Bc he knows this is a bad idea. Also we stan an attentive king

this is def it. he's reasoning with himself to give reader outs, when really he's mostly doing this so he doesn't have to be the one to say no. he should. but he knows he's not going to.

Shaking, you watch as he slowly shuts his eyes, and you can sense that he’s closing one of his fists against the hard surface of the door. Is this our guy struggling to keep it together bc he KNOWS that he cares about her??? Or is this just me interpreting way to much into this? who knows🤷‍♀️

LOL and the mystery continues!!

“I’m liking everything with you,” you confess without thinking, placing your hands on his shoulders and missing his shrouded expression. Our man trying and failing not to fall in love rn?

ahahahahaha i love this little moment so damn much.

What matters is that he made you forget years of being embarrassed. What matters is that you were shown self-worth that will never leave the marrow of your bones, nor the deepest recesses of your brain. What matters is how he showed you what to look for in a sexual partner and, dare you say it, a man in general. FUCK what are you doing to me!! I am sooo close to TEARS RN!! THIS IS HEARTBREAKING; BEAUTIFUL; POETIC AND JUST AHHHH fuck fUCK FUCK!!! (Just re-reading this rn has me soo fucking GIDDY. RYEN WHAT DO YOU PUT IN YOUR WRITING??? THIS IS INSANE!!! Almost have me giggling and twirling my hair)

AWHHH BABE :'))) these lines and your commentary have me crying!! he really did help reader in a lot of ways, and going back to these lines after all this time has been so surreal.

Light cuts through the cloudy skies when you react, and you find boldness in your chest one more time. “What if… What if I wanna be more than fine?” Execuuuse me??? The symbolism here!! The parallel to oc being his light, bc he was in a really dark place at the time an AAAHHHH. Also go her for being bold enough to ask that question!!!

EXACTLYYY not only do we have the symbolism of the rain being cleansing, but we also have the light from the sun.. ugh. when yoongi was in the dark.. geezus. i love them. i love them i love them i love them.

i love that you loved the reread! noticing all the little things when you go back and read it is super fun and refreshing :D as far as their dynamic, we may see more of it later! there's a lot of story to go, after all. :) thank you so much for all of the commentary! this was fun to read omg

#🧶🍁 anon #thank you so much wtfff!#lovely people #asks:3tan #3tan #three tangerines #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#long post

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punkscowardschampions · 7 days ago

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Roses pt.1

Rio: I got home safe, thanks for jumping in when you did, that was really awkward but it would’ve been way worse if you hadn’t of been there so yeah, thank you 🥲

Moses: No rest for the wicked or bother to me

Rio: Of course but as you were just trying to enjoy a pint after work, I appreciate it

Moses: You was just trying to pull ‘em for your work

Rio: Sure he should’ve headed home before his last but we’ve all been there, right

Moses: I’ve never been an embarrassment myself

Rio: You’ve a better handle on your liquor then

Moses: True enough

Rio: I’m used to it, I’m all good, promise

Moses: You’re [him getting her age slightly wrong because he’s that bitch, only off by a year or something but we see you making her older]

Rio: You’ve forgotten when my birthday is, I’ll not expect a card then 😜

Moses: Nah it’s [him being like a week out on the date or something, god bless]

Rio: In the ballpark is not bad, honestly, I’ll take it

Rio: when people try to lump it in with Christmas is where I’ve got to put my foot down

Moses: I remember you born by Christmas, your mammy had you dressed up to be shown off

Rio: 🥺 Bless her, that’s so sweet

Moses: Be where you’ve taken your love of the pub from

Rio: I just think it’s cosy, like home, don’t you?

Rio: most of my best memories are in a pub

Moses: S’my home away, sure

Moses: I’ve made grand memories there

Rio: I bet

Moses: Changed man as I am now, ‘course

Rio: Oh, I see

Rio: 😇s all round

Moses: What being a daddy does

Rio: Awh, Edies very lucky to have you

Moses: I’m lucky

Moses: keeping my little girl happy’s what I’m to do

Rio: Stop it, you’re too adorable

Rio: I think she’s doing better, you know, after the Una bombshell

Moses: She’ll look after us when I’m an elder, give back some of what I put in, duty goes both ways

Moses: ‘til then she knows where I am as a guiding hand and that I can provide all she needs

Rio: ‘Course

Rio: but you’re a ways off needing to worry about being old

Moses: I am

Moses: the future don’t exist to worry over when time’s to be enjoyed, cross that bridge when

Rio: I totally agree

Rio: spend too long worrying or thinking about the then you’ll ruin the now

Moses: I hear you spend more than a fair share of your sundays in church, nothing’ll ruin the now faster, you know

Rio: 🙃 Have my nan to thank for that reputation

Rio: though must be my fault if that’s ALL that’s being said

Rio: you’re not a fan then?

Moses: All I’ve taken as gospel far as your rep goes

Moses: innocence is an asset over a fault for a girl

Rio: You know how it is, people talk more than is good for their health

Rio: You weren’t worried about protecting your soul before you were a changed man, I get it

Moses: People are after anything to blame for having their head turned than themselves, they’re the ones bored but you’re who’s looking for attention and acting up

Rio: Seriously!

Rio: You understand

Rio: there is a good bit in the bible about that though, if you’re ever tempted to read up

Moses: My name was found from it, what else would I have need of?

Moses: if there’s a God, he made us like this

Rio: That’s true

Rio: it’s a good name, suits you

Moses: Does it?

Rio: Yeah, I think so

Rio: He was a leader

Moses: A follower ain’t me

Rio: I feel like I already knew that

Rio: you’ve always done your own thing, like mama does

Moses: Your sister wouldn’t be here if I answered to anyone, a strong man does the telling

Rio: Thank God she is

Rio: life wouldn’t be the same else

Moses: She’s the meaning of mine, it’s built around her

Moses: I’d be lost

Rio: 🥺

Rio: I hope I find someone like that, when the time comes

Moses: You’ve years to find whatever you want

Rio: Thank God for that too, no easy task

Moses: But still not as hard as others would have you believe or make it look

Rio: No?

Moses: Wait and see

Rio: Men can’t be any more disappointing than boys, I suppose

Moses: When you stop playing with little boys you’ll get your chance of finding out how proper men behave

Rio: I’m sworn off them all for the time being, don’t worry

Moses: Yeah right

Rio: Hey! I’m deadly serious I’ll have you know

Moses: You feel you are

Rio: It’s about feelings

Moses: Who hurt you?

Rio: God, I don’t want to be that sort of bartender

Rio: meant to be the other way around, if it’s anything

Moses: Abstinence ain’t a cure, understand?

Moses: you can trust us on that, if anything

Rio: I’m open to any and all advice

Rio: you’ve more experience than I do

Moses: You can’t stop yourself being who you’re meant to

Moses: and you’re somebody with love to put somewhere, probably cos you weren’t born from it

Rio: I wasn’t not born from it though

Rio: I mean, it’s not hate

Moses: No, your mammy wanted you

Moses: I did too

Rio: I know

Rio: you must’ve really cared about her, to be there for her like that

Moses: I was at my happiest then caring for yous

Rio: It would’ve been a really tough time for her if not for you

Moses: Yeah

Rio: Sorry, I know it’s sort of awkward now

Rio: I just meant I appreciate it

Moses: Not between us, only your mammy’s to blame for her carry on

Moses: we’ve no bad blood yet

Rio: Yet?

Rio: I shan’t aim to spill any drinks down you or mess up your order

Moses: Oh, will you forgive my tab?

Rio: Well, now 😅

Rio: Not after getting into trouble myself just yet

Moses: I’ve shown you I handle trouble instead of bring it, haven’t I

Rio: If that’s your tab then yeah, you’re in the +s

Moses: Tell me should he cause more to you

Moses: same goes for whoever else is in

Rio: I’m sure there’ll be no more bother

Rio: but I will, if they are

Moses: There won’t be, they’ve been warned what’ll happen

Rio: I hope you aren’t fuming I’m there

Moses: Maybe I like having you

Moses: now you’re grown we don’t see enough of each other

Rio: No, that is a shame

Rio: if you are ever bored, perhaps you’ll think of coming over for a chat with me

Moses: Say I’m forever bored, where do you reckon my daughter gets hers from

Rio: I’ve never understood how a girl who can do so much can say she’s bored

Rio: she blows my mind, honestly

Moses: And mine, we made her too smart

Moses: but I made her so’s she dunno how to be still, that’s on only me

Rio: Not necessarily a bad thing

Rio: I think she might move ‘round though, when she’s old enough

Rio: it’s in her blood

Moses: Her grandaddy can’t stay nowhere, neither can I long

Moses: our blood’s restless, like

Rio: I think so

Rio: there are lots of places I’d like to go but I’d get lonely going it alone

Moses: I’ve got my experience of that

Rio: Are you now?

Rio: God, you don’t have to answer that, I’m not prying I’m just after advice again

Moses: If you’re of a mind to keeping my loneliness our secret, your sister’s heart would be broke hearing I am

Rio: I’ll not repeat anything, I swear

Rio: though I’m sure I could find enough subtlety to encourage her to visit you more, if you’d like

Moses: I would

Rio: Leave it with me ✨

Moses: Score’ll be even, both doing a good deed for each other

Rio: I like the sound of that

Moses: You don’t like owing us

Rio: I just feel bad causing problems for you to solve

Moses: I’d feel worse leaving you to handle ones you can’t

Rio: I know, you’re far too decent to just leave me to it

Moses: I’ve too much knowing of men who don’t have it in them to be decent, away on jobs

Rio: Can only imagine 😥

Moses: Work don’t really drive the devil out, least never so’s I’ve saw

Rio: Scary

Rio: I’m glad you can handle yourself, so I’ve not to worry for you

Moses: Am I taking that to mean you’ve worried yourself before

Rio: I’m terrible for it, I’m afraid

Moses: Was you scared earlier?

Rio: A bit

Rio: but not for you, you were going to sort it

Moses: Why for you, if you knew I were gonna sort everything out

Rio: Before I knew you were

Moses: What would you ever reckon I’d let happen to you, long as I’m stood with you in my sight, nothing

Rio: I don’t know, it sounds stupid or pathetic now

Rio: like I didn’t know you cared, I don’t mean to sound like that

Moses: I haven’t shown you enough

Rio: I’m just not used to it

Moses: It ain’t easy to say what’s my business

Rio: You’re allowed to protect me from creeps

Rio: I can’t see anyone having a problem with that and I definitely don’t

Moses: He was asking for more than he got, treating you like that

Rio: People want to misread my friendliness for something else, just like you said before

Moses: Next time he feels brave he’ll bring you a tip and then some, gave us his word as he’s no stranger to me being a man of mine

Rio: Now I’m back to owing you then

Moses: He owes you

Rio: But you’ve really gone above and beyond anything I’d ever ask for

Moses: You don’t ask, be why

Rio: Imagine

Rio: the cheek of it

Moses: I’ve never minded cheek

Rio: I’ll have to worry about that then

Rio: you getting taken advantage of for your heroics

Moses: Don’t you go getting kept up nights or I’ll have to be

Rio: You’ll have to be more discerning to who and when you’re saving people, yeah

Rio: shame for me and my melodrama but save you lots of headaches in the long run

Moses: I was gonna ask if you’ve been keeping up with school now you’re working, got my answer, you losing us with your smart girl words and causing headaches

Rio: You really are looking out for me 😅

Rio: School is the same as always, barely useful or relevant to real life

Moses: A daughter of mine and you’d not have to go

Rio: If only

Moses: Are you working tomorrow?

Rio: Yep, taking all the shifts they’ll give me

Rio: will I see you?

Moses: You might

Rio: You know you’ve got one on the house waiting for you

Moses: The one’s all I’m worth to you, is it?

Rio: Don’t be like that

Rio: you’re the one only giving me a might!

Moses: I’m messing, I’ll pay, you’ve places to go

Rio: Well, you’ve to let me make it to you somehow

Moses: Ah, give over

Rio: I’ll not insist

Rio: but you know where to find me now

Moses: And you’ve been told to come find me whenever you’ve got the need

Rio: I feel like I’ve said thank you too many times and I’m just being annoying now but seriously

Moses: Seriously take us up on the offer

Rio: It would be nice to catch up, like you said, we could talk

Moses: Out of earshot of most my relatives, like

Rio: You could introduce me, but perhaps not

Rio: not going to be my biggest fans all things considered right now

Moses: I could but I can’t talk about my feelings in front of my daddy and the rest

Rio: That’s why you’ve need of women in your lives

Rio: we’ll talk just us

Moses: I miss having my sister to speak to

Rio: You were close?

Moses: We’re alike

Rio: She’s never been the one away, it must be weird

Moses: It feels wrong, I can’t get used to it

Rio: That makes sense

Rio: have you visited her?

Moses: Yeah but it’s not the same

Rio: A lot has changed lately

Moses: You live with my cousin now and she lives separate from him in a house

Rio: None of us could have seen that coming, it’s crazy

Moses: I’m staying out of talking of all that

Rio: I understand

Rio: it’s an awkward position to be in

Moses: I’d be putting you in the middle, not your place

Rio: Yours either, you’ve done nothing wrong and of course you care about your sister, you should

Moses: I do, we’ll say no more

Rio: 🤐

Moses: You’re different from your mammy, she don’t listen

Rio: I’ve found it doesn’t do me any favours when I don’t, so I’m trying

Moses: It’s the right attitude, you’ll go far listening to me

Rio: Is that so

Rio: well, as I’ve places to see

Moses: I’ll tell [whoever owns this pub] he’s to stick up a map for you, can do your dart throwing at it

Rio: 😁 the practice will come in handy too

Moses: [tell her when the darts competition/league whatever is and what the prize is because she’s only just started so you’re expecting her not to know even though she might]

Rio: Are you any good?

Moses: They don’t get you cleaning the trophies then, no?

Rio: 😏 I’ve not got that bored yet, no

Rio: maybe when I work my first weekday shift, I’ll be sure to check out your 🏆s

Moses: I might take a long lunch break that day, talk you through ‘em

Rio: Obviously I’ll need all the details

Moses: To win [the next]’s tournament yourself

Rio: Exactly

Rio: I’m already good at pool, btw

Moses: [someone] is the eejit who’ll bet big reckoning on you being a little girl and easy target

Rio: S’good to know, I’ll be sure to act extra clueless

Moses: Lay it on with a trowel

Rio: I am just a little girl, after all

Moses: Your slap too, what he’s used to

Rio: 🤡 isn’t my usual style but I’ll see what I can do

Moses: You barely wear any compared to our women

Rio: I’m already tan

Rio: can thank my daddy for that at least 💁🏽‍♀️

Moses: And your name

Rio: Does mine suit me?

Moses: Wouldn’t be what I’d call you but my doing better don’t mean it ain’t cute

Rio: It’s a bold choice, I can’t imagine being called anything else now

Moses: I wanted to name her [whatever gross name he did, giving Princess as we said in the convos we did] ‘til your mammy put her foot down, bold she let him give you yours

Rio: I guess if that’s the only way he was going to get involved, best let him

Moses: She shouldn’t have wasted her time, but you know that

Rio: Should’ve and shouldn’ts when it comes to relationships are complicated

Moses: Smart of you to try and tell us to shut up nicely

Rio: Not even

Rio: but obviously they weren’t a good match, she was never really in a relationship with him, not his style

Moses: His style’s not changed much

Rio: What about you, what do you want?

Moses: I’ll have to think about that one

Rio: Did put you on the spot a bit there, like

Rio: I remember saying you aren’t old, there’s no rush really

Moses: As I said, how I’m to talk to you, or not, I don’t know about neither

Rio: You can talk to me like your sister

Rio: I don’t shock or offend easily, don’t tell [this dude who he had to save her from]

Moses: Best we don’t get carried away

Rio: I don’t know what company I’ll be if you see me as some annoying kid to watch words around but okay

Moses: To be decided what company you are

Rio: I thought you wanted to talk

Moses: Long as you don’t give me a reason why not

Rio: Well I hope I wouldn’t do that

Moses: I could be letting a line of drinkers bore you to tears

Rio: There’s no line, I’m a professional multi-tasker

Rio: and they’re just lonely, bless them

Moses: How do I know that’s not how you reckon me, hmm?

Rio: Oh, please!

Rio: you aren’t a thing like those old boys who have their own stools and mug

Moses: So what am I like?

Rio: 😏

Rio: You can tell me when we catch up

Moses: You be sure to save us a stool where I can keep my eye on you

Rio: I’ll try my best

Rio: though I’m sure your name on as many trophies as it is, you can sit wherever you want

Moses: Well, I’m after being shown what you can do, everyone already knows what I can

Rio: Keep watching then

Moses: Give us something to

Rio: I’ve only just started working there, give me a chance

Moses: Fair, you’re new

Rio: and 👶🏽 but we keep that one hush-hush

Moses: Oh now you want to be a baby

Rio: To shamelessly defend myself from accusations of being boring? Absolutely

Moses: And why’s that?

Rio: Because I’m not 😔

Moses: I can hear the 🥺 from here

Rio: Then don’t be mean

Moses: I’m nice to people who are nice to me

Rio: I’m very nice

Moses: Don’t worry yourself then, you’re guaranteed to get it back

Rio: You’re funny

Moses: You’re very sweet

Rio: A nice way to say I’ve kept you too long

Rio: enjoy the rest of your evening, won’t you

Moses: ‘Course I will

Rio: One of us should 👋😘

Moses: Why won’t you?

Rio: I just can’t right now, I’m trying and not bending anyone’s ear over it but yeah, be lying if I said otherwise

Moses: Come on now

Rio: I know, I know, tragic of me

Moses: Quit your crying or you’ll annoy me, kid

Rio: I’m 🤐

Moses: Nah, go on, what are you saying?

Rio: How do you get over being heartbroken?

Moses: You give someone else a chance

Rio: Sounds terrifying but

Rio: maybe nothing else will do

Moses: What you afraid of? Your heart’s already broke

Rio: Hm, you’ve a point

Rio: the worst has already happened

Moses: You’re welcome

Rio: Thanks, regardless of how sincere that was 🙃

Rio: you’ve actually helped a little

Moses: To be chasing something helps me

Rio: I know what I want, still

Moses: And you can want it still

Rio: Didn’t all revolve around him

Moses: Many a wife’s rolled over for how her husband lays down the law while being lay down next to us, nothing does

Rio: Damn

Moses: Vows don’t mean anything and you weren’t at the point of saying none

Rio: I’m just a kid so it can’t be that real, is it?

Moses: It just isn’t, at whatever age

Rio: No exceptions?

Moses: ‘Cept those who get tricked

Rio: Never again

Moses: There’s a girl

Moses: least I’m not wasting my breath telling you more than once you’re smart

Rio: Promise it’s appreciated

Moses: It’d be a shame if you got hurt again instead of learning

Rio: I’m taking notes

Moses: You’ve a pen in your mouth right about now, have you

Rio: I told you I can multitask

Rio: and my hands are full

Moses: A busy woman, yeah

Rio: Very

Moses: Well done

Rio: What for?

Moses: I couldn’t give you brownie points for sweet fuck all but you’re grafting in your way

Rio: I’d be really bored too if I wasn’t

Moses: There’s plenty more to be done that’s not moping for some dope boy

Rio: He is a dope

Moses: That he is

Rio: You don’t know him but if you wanna give me unquestioned support with the brownie points 😄

Moses: I know enough, he’d have to be a little special to 💔

Rio: Not worth the 💔 for less, nah

Moses: Nah, special like thick

Rio: 😏 Ah, well, he’d not take kindly to that

Moses: I don’t take kindly to you not having a smile for me thanks to him

Rio: Did I not smile at you earlier?

Rio: That is unforgivable

Moses: My thoughts exactly

Rio: I’m going to be making it up to you for much longer than a single pint, you’re right

Moses: We’ve time, I’m on a job close by

Rio: Lucky

Rio: we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then

Moses: Luck’s mine you can pour a proper pint, last girl couldn’t

Rio: Awkward

Rio: lack of competition aside, the job suits me

Moses: Been too quiet lately, you’ll liven the place up

Rio: What I’m being paid for, moping is basically forbidden

Rio: You’ll not be getting bored or thirsty on my watch

Moses: Would be if anything was

Moses: getting us drunk’s your game, alright, I’ll play

Rio: Well don’t make it sound nefarious

Rio: you know what you’re there for

Moses: Off my face of a lunchtime would get me in trouble

Rio: You’ll have to focus on how lively I am and the smile I’ll have for you then

Rio: until [whatever time y’all usually get off]

Moses: And teaching you your darts

Moses: ‘til your first lock in

Rio: When’s that going to be?

Moses: When you’re ready

Rio: It sounds fun I want to do it now

Moses: Maybe I’ll put in a good word for you

Rio: You know I need cheering up

Moses: Someone has to and this would

Rio: [whoever runs this pub] will say yes

Moses: Few people say no to me

Rio: I believe it

Moses: You probably don’t really remember being treated as mine, do you

Rio: Not really, no

Rio: bits and pieces but more from stories probably

Moses: I can’t wait to see your face when you’re shown what it’s like

Rio: You don’t have to do all this for me, you know 😌

Moses: I want it for you

Rio: You’re sweet too

Rio: but I won’t go spreading it around, promise

Moses: You’re special

Moses: you taught me how to be the daddy I am before your sister was even born

Rio: That might be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me, wow

Moses: I stood tall passing you ‘round at Christmas too, wasn’t just your mammy proud

Rio: I’m too emotionally compromised for this 🥺

Moses: Our secret as you’ve promised, I’ve a rep as a hard man to maintain

Rio: You’ve always been soft about Edie

Rio: I meant when I said she’s lucky

Moses: I had to be careful holding you

Rio: Was you scared?

Rio: You probably didn’t have much experience before, being a boy and all

Moses: Of you? Why would I be

Rio: Yeah, you’re pretty good with kids

Rio: some people are scared of them, especially babies

Moses: Kids are funny

Rio: Yeah, we miss having Junior around

Moses: He’ll be back, his daddy just needs to be moody first

Rio: That’s why she hasn’t done anything serious about it

Moses: She knows not to take his stropping serious most of the time

Rio: She knows she hurt people along the way, as we all will and do

Moses: You get what you deserve

Rio: You reckon?

Moses: I warned her not to push him when she went too far and made us get in the middle last time, didn’t matter

Rio: Come on, she didn’t push him

Moses: Disrespect’s only meant one way, she had no shame going back and forth between all of us

Rio: That happened, none of you can hold each other hostage about it forever

Moses: Her and my cousin are who’s been carrying on forever, can’t help themselves

Rio: You can’t fight what’s going to happen

Moses: You don’t make a joke of my whole family and expect nothing to happen

Rio: It has happened, like I said

Rio: if she was being unfair, she would’ve gone to the guards, wouldn’t she

Moses: If she did she’d never see that boy again, she’s the sense to keep them out of it

Rio: We all know what’s what

Moses: We do

Rio: I’ll leave you be now

Moses: We’re brothers

Rio: and she’s your sister, of course you’re not going to be thrilled, I understand completely

Rio: just makes this awkward

Moses: I’ll see you tomorrow then

Rio: I’m sorry

Rio: we’ll avoid the subject then, yeah?

Moses: I don’t blame you, that you can’t, your brother ain’t where he should be

Rio: I understand why he’s angry, why you would be

Rio: she’s still my mum and I want her to be happy

Moses: None of us choose our family

Rio: Or who we fall for

Moses: I used to reckon I could make her forget about him

Rio: That time still means something, it still happened

Rio: you weren’t just killing time, she had to move on

Moses: It means everything, we made your sister

Moses: she’s family I chose, the only

Rio: Exactly

Rio: that’s what matters

Moses: And keeps life interesting

Rio: Never boring, that’s for sure

Moses: No daughter of mine, she’s half of us and I’m all fun, so

Rio: 😅

Rio: If you do say so yourself

Moses: Plenty of others will tell you what I’ve got in spades

Rio: I’m not going to ask around about you, that would be weird

Moses: You’ve no need, you can ask us what you want an answer to

Rio: I know you

Rio: you came back around when Ronan left, like you said, I remember then

Moses: Here’s your chance to know me better if you want it

Rio: Of course, why wouldn’t we

Moses: ‘Course you missed me

Rio: Away with you, honestly 😄

Moses: Away with me ‘til you’re on shift

Moses: cold, girl 💔

Rio: I want to talk to you

Rio: but I don’t want to take all your attention away from whatever you’re up to

Moses: We’re talking, why are you worrying about my attention being elsewhere for?

Moses: it’s not, it’s yours

Rio: Okay

Rio: just a hangover from the boy, how busy and important he was

Moses: I’ve played that game

Rio: He doesn’t think it’s a game, I’m the distraction

Moses: You’re distracting, sure, a girl’s role is to be

Rio: He doesn’t want distracting

Rio: so sod him

Rio: you have your career, you just do it, not talk about it

Moses: Men who only graft for the sake of their pockets end up with them full but their lives empty

Rio: It’s the least important thing, if you’re doing it right

Rio: I want enough money to afford everything I want but it’s the least of what I care about

Moses: I do every job for her, I wouldn’t put the same hours in if it was just me

Rio: That’s so lovely

Moses: She’s mine, it’s up to nobody else to provide for her

Rio: You’ve got great priorities

Moses: I was raised like that

Rio: Yeah, I think that part is spot-on

Moses: You’ll find someone with matching values to yours

Rio: Are you going to give me a pep talk, Moses?

Moses: Do you need telling?

Rio: Maybe

Moses: Maybe I’ll give you what you want

Rio: Yeah, yeah

Rio: back with the maybes

Moses: You started it, yes or no

Rio: No, you

Rio: you couldn’t decide if you liked having me or not

Moses: You want us to say I like you, I know this game too

Rio: Well, yeah

Rio: it’d be mean if you didn’t, I’ve not given you any reason to not like me, have I?

Moses: You could give me more reason

Rio: I could

Moses: I could give you a lift home tomorrow if you say when

Rio: Are you sure that’s not a bother?

Moses: Not for someone I like

Rio: [tell him what time your shift ends that day, if you’re there at lunchtime probably dinner time idk]

Moses: Time to go [the long way but he’s saying it in a more specific way] before it’s dark

Rio: It’s getting lighter, practically spring

Moses: You started driving yet?

Rio: Not yet

Moses: Why not, heels on and you’d reach the pedals

Rio: You’re going to let me drive your car?

Moses: Mine, the [whatever his expensive af wanky show off car is, not the work van because we can’t be potentially crashing that]

Rio: 😍

Rio: No way

Moses: You’re mostly pressing buttons, more it costs out the showroom less you do yourself to move it

Rio: How fast can we go?

Moses: How fast do you reckon it can

Rio: I’ll let you show me tomorrow

Moses: See how much speed you can take

Rio: I’m not scared

Moses: I’m in control, you’ve got no reason to be

Rio: I trust you know what you’re doing

Moses: No safer hands around

Rio: You aren’t going to let me get hurt, you already said

Moses: Won’t be a scratch on you or the car

Rio: Of course the [name the car like he did] is more important 😜

Moses: It’s my other baby, I’m trusting you

Rio: I’ll take good care of it, don’t I take care of her?

Moses: Be how I know I can

Rio: That’s important to me too, they all are

Moses: She’s your protection when I’m away, without you how could I leave

Rio: She’s my first baby too

Moses: We both want what’s best

Rio: Always, she could do and be whatever she wants

Moses: You could be of my culture, the way you think, as if you were raised with it

Rio: Really?

Rio: I’m not too… much

Moses: All our girls are like you, you’ve just never met any

Rio: Some but then they always left school and lost touch

Rio: I couldn’t not work, I don’t think

Moses: Some work, even if they give it up when they’re married that can be a while away, they’re not all my sister

Rio: I don’t think you’re all the same, I’m not that ignorant

Rio: I’m just thinking in generalities, what would make me not fit in

Moses: I know you’re thinking your colour but we’re not that ignorant ourselves, no more than the rest of the country anyway

Rio: It’s a reason but like you said, same anywhere I go

Moses: Stand you and any of my nieces side by side and there’s no difference, the eldest acts as a mammy to the younger ones the same as you’ve done

Moses: makes me homesick to think of

Rio: What are older sisters for, if not to drive everyone crazy

Moses: But she’s been taught, you’ve taken to it without elder interference

Rio: I just always wanted to, maybe I’m bossy

Rio: I’d say I care, obviously but depending how they’re feeling, kids might say different

Moses: You saw a need and you filled the hole there’d be else

Rio: Isn’t that how family should be

Moses: Should ain’t a given, as you said

Rio: Sad but true

Rio: if Edie didn’t do something big with her life, would you be disappointed?

Moses: What’s big mean?

Rio: I mean like, what you know she’s capable of

Moses: She gets to decide what she’s capable of, I don’t

Rio: God, you’re good

Rio: have you been practising the right answers to give

Moses: I gave her life to see what she’d do with it, that’s half the fun

Rio: I think so too

Rio: expectations just weigh you down

Moses: I’ve dogs I own, she’s her own person

Rio: Exactly

Rio: wish everyone agreed

Moses: Never could get hitched though, give a wife that much freedom and your life’s hell

Rio: Well, you would think that

Moses: I’ve had enough married women to know no freedom’s as bad

Rio: That’s my point, you’re the hell

Rio: you’re not going to be seeing many happy marriages if you’re seeing it through that lens

Moses: Ah, that’s where you’re wrong, many marriages are happier thanks to me

Moses: I’m closer to heaven by your lens

Rio: In that case, perhaps you start charging for your service

Moses: I’m paid in what money can’t buy and that’s what I offer

Rio: That sounds like the start of a really good advert

Rio: I’d charge

Moses: You could, I’m not stopping you

Rio: If I were you, that is

Rio: I’m not old enough to be a problem or potential fix to anyone’s marriage

Moses: If you were me I’d be settled down, no trouble

Rio: Don’t be so sure, my track record is pretty bad

Moses: At my age you’ll be wise to the difference between boys and men, on a new track

Rio: I bloody hope so

Rio: no offence, still not old but old enough to know better

Moses: You’re funny

Rio: Actually funny or shut up funny

Rio: my chat isn’t this bad usually

Moses: Oh how’s it usually?

Rio: 10/10 charming, funny, original

Rio: of course

Moses: Right, show me what I’m missing tomorrow

Rio: I can’t talk to you like that

Moses: You can talk to me however you want

Rio: You’ll laugh at me

Moses: I promise not to

Rio: I don’t think you can

Rio: maybe only boys are fooled by me

Moses: You aren’t after fooling me

Rio: I can’t

Moses: S’why you like me

Rio: You don’t waste time playing games, what you see is what you get

Moses: I don’t need to

Rio: Not with me

Moses: I’m no dope boy who doesn’t know what to do with you, am I

Rio: No

Moses: What am I

Rio: You know what you are

Moses: My knowing isn’t what I’m asking about

Rio: You want me to say it

Moses: You either want to talk or you don’t

Rio: I’m nervous

Moses: You’re cuter when you are

Rio: 😣

Moses: Do you only trust my driving?

Rio: No, I trust you

Moses: You can, promise

Rio: I’m really looking forward to seeing you again

Moses: Are you now

Rio: Yes, more than I expected

Moses: What a backhanded compliment

Rio: Is not

Rio: it means I’ve remembered how much I like you since talking

Moses: Which means you’d forgot

Rio: You haven’t come to see us in ages

Moses: I’m a busy man, you know that

Rio: I do, I’m just saying it’s been a minute

Moses: You’ve had longer than a minute off us today

Rio: And I already want more

Moses: I better keep talking to you then, hadn’t I

Rio: Only for as long as you want to

Moses: You make it worth my while

Rio: How long are you working this way again

Rio: I can’t remember if you said

Moses: [I won’t commit us but tell her]

Moses: but after I’m only [somewhere, we’re naming a place, that’s giving a doable driving distance away]

Rio: Oh good, not too far to come

Moses: [tell her how quickly you could drive it, giving insanely fast ofc]

Rio: in your [naming the car once again]

Rio: because I’m not gonna total it 🤞

Moses: And I’m not gonna leave you the keys yet

Rio: How many lessons before you do?

Moses: How quick do you learn?

Rio: I’m gonna be a natural, obviously

Moses: A natural deserves their own car

Rio: I’ll ask [the pub manager] for a raise as soon as I can, like

Moses: Nah, you’ll tell me what your favourite colour is

Rio: yeah right, you’re funny

Moses: Go on, I’ve missed plenty of birthdays

Rio: I wish the maths added up there but

Moses: What colour

Rio: Orange

Moses: Presents are meant to be surprises and I’ll not ruin yours but [just listing ridiculously expensive cars that come in orange]

Rio: No big deal, you’re just going to buy me my own car

Moses: Sure

Rio: You don’t have to though, I’m not your responsibility

Moses: I wanted to be responsible for you, your mammy had other ideas

Rio: You’ll make me sad

Moses: I was

Rio: I’m so sorry

Moses: It ain’t your fault I couldn’t give you what I wanted to, a car’s nothing to what you’ve lost out on

Rio: I would’ve kept in touch better, if I thought, knew, you wanted to too

Rio: it’s hard to know, if someone’s going to want to know once they don’t have to

Moses: We’re in touch again, that’s what matters

Rio: I’m still sad that you were

Moses: She couldn’t put a stop to my tattoo, that hasn’t gone nowhere, never forgot about you

Rio: 🥺 I never forgot either

Rio: can I see it?

Moses: [show her obvs because you would]

Rio: 🥰

Rio: I remember tracing over it all the time

Moses: All 3 of you was always hanging off me

Rio: Good thing you’re strong

Moses: Didn’t need to bother myself with the gym

Rio: We were enough work

Rio: not many men would’ve done what you did

Moses: I’d do it again

Rio: I’m sure you will again

Moses: No, I mean I’d do what I did offered the chance to do something else

Rio: Good, we needed you

Moses: Yous still need me

Rio: You’re still important to us, that won’t go away, you helped raise us

Moses: You’re grown enough for your own tattoos now

Rio: I’ve got loads of ideas

Moses: You’ll have to narrow ‘em down, you’re a tiny girl still whatever your age, there’s not all that much space

Rio: I know, I think I’m done growing

Moses: What shoes are for

Rio: And my hair, can add a few inches there, easy

Moses: You’ve nice hair now I don’t have to be the one doing it

Rio: 😆 ah, so you don’t miss me THAT much

Moses: I don’t your crying when I was being gentle

Rio: Awh, don’t be mean, I was just a baby

Moses: Crybaby, making us feel guilty

Rio: I’d never!

Rio: You’re just that sweet, clearly

Moses: Wrapped ‘round your finger is more like it

Rio: The love was mutual

Moses: Was? You don’t love me no more, is it, I’ll have your car back

Rio: Don’t be silly

Moses: Say so then

Rio: I feel the same about you as I always have

Moses: That’s cheating

Rio: I’m not saying it because I want a car

Moses: You’re getting one because I’m a man of my word

Rio: I don’t want you to think I’m wrapping you around my finger again

Moses: I don’t think you could that easy

Rio: I’ve not lost my skills

Moses: You’re not crying

Rio: Not yet

Moses: Never again on account of us

Rio: Are you promising?

Moses: Yeah, on the ink of you

Rio: Then I trust you mean it

Moses: It’d upset me to upset you

Rio: You’ve really made me feel better, like I said

Moses: Good

Rio: You’re so nice, you know

Moses: Don’t go spreading that about

Rio: Why don’t you want people to know?

Moses: I’d get walked over soon as they heard, I’m not my brother

Rio: It’s only for a select few

Moses: You can feel special, I told you you are

Rio: I’m smiling now

Moses: Unless you show me it doesn’t count

Rio: [so you must, of course]

Moses: Crime not to when it’s as pretty as yours

Rio: You see you’d already made me blush too

Moses: Harder to see on you, my veins show themselves all the time

Rio: Yous are all that pale

Rio: why are you but not your cousins?

Moses: I’ve the look of my daddy, they’ve more of their mammy’s blood

Rio: I’ve not seen your daddy in [the pub] yet, I don’t think

Moses: You’ll know him on sight to be sure

Rio: Will I say hello to him?

Moses: I’ll introduce you, he’ll behave better for it

Rio: Ah, understood

Rio: like when I offered to walk [a really old man home and he thought she was flirting with him in that way that is horrifying when you see someone as a sweet old man lmao] 😰

Moses: When was this?

Rio: Oh God, like literally my second shift I think

Rio: he was plastered but apparently he always finds his way home somehow

Moses: How many shifts is it you’ve done, remind us

Rio: [do that maths, it’s likely giving not long because Moses would’ve seen you before now otherwise but long enough that Johnathan is satisfied to not sit there and babysit you the whole shift]

Moses: Right

Rio: It was grand, the craic was more on his behalf than mine

Moses: Where was my cousin when this craic was going on?

Rio: He had a word with him before he went off, no harm done

Moses: I bet he did nothing but had a word, yeah, gobshite’s supposed to look after you

Rio: Hey, come on

Rio: nothing was meant by it and I can handle myself

Rio: I asked for the job

Moses: The job, not the ‘perks’ [this man]’s offering

Rio: He wasn’t going to do anything

Moses: What would you know

Rio: He’s not a rapist, it was just a mistake

Moses: You don’t have a say, that’s the point, he’d be an eejit to advertise if he were

Rio: I know that

Moses: I’m not blaming you, you didn’t do anything

Rio: I was just being nice

Rio: no one would want him to fall and freeze to death

Moses: He’s who’s carrying on wrong

Rio: What he do you mean

Moses: Johnny is who you know I mean

Rio: Just checking

Moses: Which ain’t to say I condone [the old man] trying to chat you up, but as he was plastered

Rio: Johnny is good to me, regardless what else he’s done wrong

Rio: I really need the job

Moses: Calm down, I won’t lose it for you

Rio: Thanks

Moses: But he should be good to you, he’s responsible for you, keep that in your head for when he’s nowhere to be seen

Rio: He is, to all of us

Rio: I’d not expect him to do another shift after his own on account of me, especially not now

Moses: I don’t care about him, he’s no business sorting this job for you if he weren’t going to see it through

Rio: ‘Til when?

Rio: when’s alright to stop watching me like a hawk?

Moses: You’ve done [however many] hours, fuck’s sake

Rio: He does still come in and check, just not the whole time

Moses: ‘Til I’m away, I’ll check

Rio: Then I’ll be doubly safe

Moses: I’m of the mind for every night of yours to be a lock in, least for me, so you are

Rio: Yeah?

Rio: I don’t know if I believe [the landlord whatever] likes you that much though

Moses: If he ever wants to try his luck chucking us out before your shift has finished, I’ll be ready

Rio: Oh my God 😏 please don’t cause me more trouble than you solve

Moses: Don’t be ungrateful, I’m willing to get into trouble for you, even more of a select few get that

Rio: I’ll be honoured but jobless

Moses: I already said that’s not happening

Rio: How else would you see me

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dreamingsushi · 1 year ago

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The Longest Promise - Episode 2

So I just started this one, as a little treat to myself for having made a lot of reviews lately of an ongoing show that was semi-abandonned. So far, I’m not too sure of what to expect from this, but I surely hope good acting, especially from Xiao Zhan, whom I know to be a good actor. So let’s try and see a little bit more what all of this is about.

Zhu Yan is invited to a celebration at Jiuyi Mountain. However, to pertain, she needs to be able to dance. So she studies dancing very seriously, because she really wants to go: I don’t think she’s that interested in the event, but rather in the place itself, because that’s where an elder suggested she goes to find the reviving spell.

A new character is introduced and I name the narcissist. I think I’ll like this guy, but like in a I love you but you annoy me kind of relationship. He’s a co-disciple (I think) of Shi Ying. He talks to him about that event at Jiuyi Mountain too. Chongming wants Shi Ying to go have a look with him, but Shi Ying won’t agree to it. It seems he’s not allowed to leave before he turns 18. Xiao Zhan doesn’t look like a teenager though.

Zhu Yan asks around about who’s the strongest person is in Jiuyi Mountain and they say it would be Da Siming. Yep, that dude that took Shi Ying away back then. She doesn’t need to wait long before meeting him. He tells her that it’s impossible to revive someone. She decides he’s wrong and that someone else might be stronger than he is in here and that she’ll definitely find them. Who wants to bet that she’s exactly going to go where Da Siming told her not to? Me. Me. Ah. Me again.

Chongming comes back with his face injured and names a list of things they need to get to heal his injuries. Some of them are near the event so he can go have a look. Isn’t it such a coincidence? Chongming transforms into a big bird and takes Shi Ying flying on his back. As to be expected, Zhu Yan sees them and since she heard Chongming is pretty powerful, she decides to follow because if someone can ride that bird, he must be very powerful. She ends up finding only Chongming and she kind of angers him while trying to meet with his rider. But then she has to rush away, otherwise she’ll lose her dance opportunity and her clan would look bad.

And that’s here that I know... the main lead is going to annoy me a lot. She has a friend, who’s probably not taking her place enough, and thus she’s being louder and louder and just... I love a friend who supports their friends, but if my friend was doing this to me, the way she acts and everything, I would feel so ashamed and embarrassed. I had to pause here, because I really.... It irked me.

Here comes some bad guy. I don’t like how they’re... giving them weird voices, altered digitally. One, it’s harder to understand whatever they’re saying, thank god there are subtitles. Second... it just feels cheap. But that’s my opinion. So anyways, masked person in a black cape wants to destroy Kong Sang (the place where the story happens).

We also have a petty older sister jealous of her younger sister. Bai Xueying has a really nice dress for the dance. Bai Xuelu pretends that she wants to look at it. Zhu Yan won’t let her touch it, but Xueying is a nice person and lets her sister take it. But then, she almost falls a cliff and drops the dress on purpose. It was a dress handmade by her deceased mom. Now that she doesn’t have anymore, she won’t be able to do the dance if she doesn’t find a solution. However, the place it fell into is a cemetery for kings so it would be impossible to go get it without being disrespectful. Also it’s the place Da Siming said it’s most forbidden to go. Those who force their way in won’t find a way out. Obviously, Zhu Yan decides to go to get the dress back. When she finds it, she wears it and starts dancing with some sort of glowing butterflies. It doesn’t make sense, but oh well. Shi Ying happens to see her and he observes her as she dances. Then he saves her from falling into the lake. As she speaks, he recognizes her as the little girl he helped a few years ago. But she doesn’t recognizes him. Chongming comes back right at that time and freaks out because Shi Ying met with a girl. The one that would cause his death. So he tells him to hurry up and kill her. Shi Ying uses magic and...

Well I would tell you what happens, but I don’t know, that was the end of the episode. So far... I’m not sure about this one. Two episodes aren’t enough to decide wether it’s good or bad, but really... The female lead already gets on my nerves, so it’s not bidding well.

#the longest promise #xiao zhan #ren min #wuxia #costume drama #cdrama #c-drama #chinese drama #drama review #drama recap #drama reaction

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livredebelle · 2 years ago

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Twenty.

TRY AS I MIGHT, IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT OBSESS over Heath and his dark promises. During class, even though I kept forcing myself to try and listen to the professor and take notes, I would find myself wondering about what his mouth would feel like on my neck, my arms, my collarbone...

'What is the matter with me?! Ugh, I need to hurry up and get laid.'

Maybe it was because I hadn't had any romantic interests in a while (other than Quinn, but considering how short-lived that was I refused to consider it as such), but I was positive that the extent of my feelings was that my hormones were spinning out of control because I was horny. There was no other rational explanation for it, and I would accept none other regardless.

It didn't help that I was living in the same abode as the guy who was driving my hormones insanely wild in the first place.

That was it--I was going to have to put my foot down with Mother, and tell her that this arrangement was not going to work. Sure, I knew she wanted to keep him as a son-in-law candidate, but did she really want to risk me losing whatever... sense of purity I had left within me?

I cringed involuntarily. Never mind--the thought alone of having this kind of conversation with Mother made me squirm in my seat. She had never given me the sex ed talk before, so I had a hard time imagining how she'd react to my... inexperience with these matters.

Who could I even talk to, then? My sister?

No--that was probably worse! She was three years younger than me, for God's sake. How embarrassing it would be for the older sister to ask the younger about sex!

"Bah, this isn't any good, I'm driving myself mad like this."

"Excuse me, Miss Everly? Did you have something you'd like to say to the rest of the class?"

The professor, an older man in his fifties, crossed his arms and tapped his webbed foot impatiently. Oh hell, I'd done it again. I had a horrible habit of talking out loud to myself; it was a way of dealing with things I suppose? It didn't make sense to anyone, least of all me, and I usually failed to notice I'd done it unless someone pointed it out to me. Like now.

"Um... I'm so sorry, Professor. I guess I was sleep-talking or something..."

I stared down at my feet. God, my excuse sounded worse than the truth, didn't it? He was going to hate me and give mean F in the class, surely.

Surprisingly, the professor chose to ignore my shit of an excuse and instead opted to sigh dramatically before continuing with his lecture. I could tell just by looking at his face that he was hating his job right about now, and I felt bad about it, but what was done was done.

I texted Maria in my panicked horror because I had no one else I could think of to talk to.

[Oh my God, today just keeps getting worse and worse. Do you want to meet up and smoke some hookah later or something? I need to release some stress.]

[Sure. We needed to talk anyways.]

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. Huh--what could she be talking about? My curiosity piqued, I started typing a response but spotted the professor glaring at my blatant disregard for lecture. Embarrassed even further, I shoved my phone in my bag and tried to avert his eyes to the best of my ability.

I was grateful when class ended. I practically jumped from my seat, dying to escape the class. I had also noticed that one of the groupies from the bathroom incident earlier were in this class too, and I was hoping desperately that she hadn't noticed my presence the way I had hers. Not that I was scared of her or anything, but I didn't want to deal with more drama. At least, not today.

Come on, come on, let me get outta here unscathed...

I made it out as far as to the school gate when I heard a familiar, yet neither welcome nor unwelcome, voice.

"Hey, sis, I was hoping to run into you here!"

Rosalie smiled brightly, the way she always did--so prettily and daintily that I thought she was mocking me for a second. So typical of my evil brain to think that way. I blinked, as if doing so would undo the apparition before me.

"Hey, Rose. Uh--how did you know to find me here?"

"What? Silly, you sent me a screenshot of your schedule a long time ago. It's so like you to forget, but that makes sense because you're so busy." She kept smiling. "I was attending a dance rehearsal nearby, and I thought it would be nice to go grab a bite or something together. That is, if you weren't in a hurry or anything?"

I was at a crossroads--I wanted nothing more than to hurry home and take a hot shower, drink a warm chai latte, and scurry my ass off to bed for a nap. My favorite post-school routine. But Rose's face was so hopeful that I couldn't find the words to reject her offer.

"... Sure, Rose. Do you think we could make it quick, though? I do have homework to get done tonight." Not a lie, and boy was there a lot of homework. It was nothing compared to high school; welcome to the adult world, baby.

***

"Oh my God, I love taro lattes too. We're so alike it's crazy! Isn't it?"

I smiled, albeit wistfully, trying to stop my eyes from darting to the clock. We were at a cute little boba shop nearby campus, a popular hangout spot and possibly the last place on Earth that I wanted to be. But Rosalie wanted to try coming here, and I didn't have a particular preference anyway.

"How do you like the place? Worth the hype?"

"Sure! I just love that I'm here with you hanging out. It's crazy to think that this is possible now; I used to think the day would never come..."

Her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip. I averted my gaze as usual and pretended I didn't notice the awkward vibe that was going between us now. Of course I had apologized to her already for leaving her behind when I ran away at fifteen years-old, and we had made up, but some things would never feel quite the same as they once had. I knew Rose was trying hard to overcome it, but for me I wasn't sure that I would ever be able to overcome my guilt.

The worst part was, it wasn't either of our faults--the cards in our lives had been stacked against us, and in our circumstances there hadn't been much that could be done. Perhaps if we hadn't been born into an impoverished family, or an abusive one for that matter. But we couldn't change the way things were, and emotional intimacy was something I found unfathomable.

Could Rose feel any different? She had always been the polar opposite of me, so maybe she wasn't as traumatized or fragile as I was...

"Earth to Irina!"

"Oh... sorry. I'm just tired, I guess, from classes. You know how I've always had a low stamina."

"Oh no! Should we mention it to Mother, so she can get you some supplements perhaps? Mother is very good at taking care of things like that."

That's what it was--what unsettled me the most about her. Rose and I had gone through all kinds of crap together, and we had used to confide in each other, which usually meant that we vented about Mother. But ever since we had been reunited, Rose would hardly say anything bad about her, and when I made a comment of the sort she would pretend she hadn't heard me. I had thought it was in my head, but now I knew for sure.

It made me wary, to say the least. Like I couldn't trust my sister--my own flesh and blood.

I was officially the worst.

"No no, don't say anything. I wouldn't want to make her worry needlessly like that. No, I just need some rest--which I can get tonight."

"Okay, if you insist..."

Again, awkward silence. Ugh, this was unbearable.

"Do you have any boy interests at the moment?" I blurted out, the first thing that popped into my head. Also the worst thing I could have chosen as a conversation topic, as I had almost zero experience with it. So chances were likely that this conversation was bound to be a short one too.

She looked startled at my unexpected question. "I--er--no, not really. I don't suppose I have the time for such things; my schedule is way too busy. Plus, Mother would be upset with me if I chose to waste my time on such trivial matters."

"What? Rose, you're sixteen. At your age, I doubt anyone would think of this as trivial."

"Well, you know Mother--she's always raised us to be independent women and get successful jobs by ourselves. She's said time and time again that my only worth is dancing, so I must give it everything I've got until I can't dance anymore..."

"That's rich, coming from her," I snorted. But then I caught her eye and she gave me a weak smile, not saying anything in response to my insult.

It irked me. I decided to push a bit harder this time.

"I mean, think about it," I said casually but carefully. "She's the least independent person--she's gotten married so many times based off of superficial trysts and affairs. Don't you think it's hypocritical of her--even a little bit--to suggest you do what she herself freely indulged in?"

Rose wrung her hands and looked out the window. "I dunno, I always felt bad for Mother, I guess. She didn't deserve all the bad treatment from the bad men who came across her path in life. It isn't nice to victim-blame, now is it?"

"You think of her as a victim?" I could hardly believe my ears.

"Why wouldn't I?" Her puzzled look baffled me further. It almost made me doubt whether we had lived through the same childhood--I went through a full minute gaslighting myself before recomposing myself.

"I think there's a fine line between being a true victim and bringing trouble to yourself. I think Mother liked the attention, so she kept pursuing men who liked to take advantage of her. And she knew they were doing it, but she couldn't do a thing because that's the type of person she is. She'd already taken advantage of them first, so what defense would she have?"

Rosalie sighed. "Can we just agree to disagree and move on from this?"

"..."

I didn't want to concede, so I sipped my taro latte loudly instead, trying not to obsess over the fact that my own little sister didn't have my back. It made her feel more like a stranger than ever.

"I don't want to keep myself beholden to the past. I want us to be a happy family again, Irina. Mother's doing her best to give us a better future, and I'm going to try my hardest to please her because I want her to keep her promises to me."

"What promises--"

"Anyway, it's about time I head back to rehearsal," she said, standing up from her seat abruptly. "It was nice to grab some boba with you during your break, sis. I'll talk to you later?"

And before I could say another word, she was out the door and gone, almost fleeing from our conversation.

***

"Isn't that just too fucking weird? She's up to something. Mother, I mean."

As we had arranged, Maria and I were sitting in our own booth at a dimly lit, dusty hookah lounge in her city, far away from anyone I knew. I was venting to Maria, the one person who knew the messy nature of my family relationships.

Maria and I had been together since high school, and as my lone childhood friend, she had the misfortune of knowing every dark secret in my private family life. All those times I showed up with a fresh bruise or wound on my face, Maria was the only one who knew the true reason behind them while I would lie to the school and blame it on my clumsiness. Yet she didn't pity me or anything like that. She listened when I had a story to tell, and she offered me rational advice afterward, and would even shelter me when the need arose. Truly, one of a kind.

"Could be, but what's the point worrying about it?" She let out a big whoosh of scented air into my face, and I stuck my tongue out at her. "I wouldn't worry about anything that hasn't happened yet."

"I can't stay calm if I know that she's plotting something behind my back. I thought it was weird ever since she forced me to move into that penthouse unit with Heath. And now, if Rose is in it too somehow, if Mother's plan is to ruin us both for her gain--"

"You really think she'd go that far?"

"Yes." I had zero faith in my mother--she had never given me a reason to change that.

At least, none were good enough.

"If that's the case, then you should probably try and get Rose to tell you what it is. In the meantime, I have something to tell you, too."

Right, she'd said as much in her text. My curiosity was even greater now. "What is it?"

"It's coming up. Abel's death anniversary."

"... Ah."

So that's what it was: Maria wanted to know whether I was going to run away again this year.

Run away from facing the truth...

... that my other childhood best friend was really dead.

"His family... they're going to do a walk in remembrance of him at the old school. I wouldn't blame you if you chose to sit out on that part. But I think at least for the wake... you should be there this year."

"It's not so simple, Maria, you know that."

"True, but that can't stop you from visiting him forever. He's waiting for us. I can feel it."

"Not fair for you to guilt trip me like that."

"I'm not trying to. Look... don't you think it's been too long already? Besides, I know you've been hating yourself for it all this time. Shouldn't you let it go now?"

There was definitely truth to those words. I had been thinking for awhile now that I needed to change, that I needed to apologize for acting like a bystander when I wasn't the only one in pain. I wanted to be someone different than who I was, but nobody changes like that overnight.

I cleared my throat. "It's not so simple. You know that his family hates me. I'd make it worse for everyone to show up there without being invited..."

"I think this time, it's different. Here--" Maria took something out of her purse and put it on the table before us. It was a business card, and when I saw the name on the card I winced a little. "I think Adeline wanted you to make the first contact so as not to burden you by reaching out first. Why don't you just try calling her... see what she wants. This could be seen as something akin to an invite."

"... Okay."

Adeline wanted to talk to me? And she had gone seeking Maria to do that? Or was it that they had been keeping in regular contact this whole time, talking about me?

My paranoia heightening, I took the business card and put it in my bag, folding it. I'd have to face my demons eventually, whether I liked it or not. I had to stop behaving like a child.

I cleaned the hookah mouthpiece and took a drag of the strawberry-flavored haze. Maria scanned my face with her deadpan green eyes, but she otherwise said nothing further, probably not wanting to pressure me too much.

I knew what she wanted from me, though--that was loud and clear. She had needed me this whole time, for the past two years. It was only right that I accompany her to face him. Together.

Like we should've always been.

Not like anything would change from the sole act of me being active for once...

No. I couldn't let myself fall into this deep pit of despair again. I shook my head as if to dispel the illusion.

"I'll call her. Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

"Shit, this isn't a business meeting, Irina."

"I'm just making sure. I know it's been harder to keep in touch after you moved and we became two cities apart, so I want to prioritize our communication."

She raised her eyebrows. "You know, you're starting to sound more and more robotic over the years. Almost like a therapist. Maybe yours inspired you too much."

I smiled faintly, choosing not to respond to that. If she only knew. I had been through so many therapists over my childhood--there was nothing I hadn't heard before. I had gotten so good at feeding that crap back to them, my latest therapist had released me from her hold with a blessing.

"You're so grown up now! Honestly, Ms. Everly, the character development you've shown me over our sessions has been quite impressive. I daresay you don't need me anymore; there's nothing left to teach you. Rather, would you mind filling out a five-minute survey regarding our behavioral therapy services at the clinic?"

It had been so funny, because I had just gotten so good at hiding my pain that even professionals couldn't tell a lie from the truth.

My latest therapist, Mabel, had been assigned to me after Abel's passing. 'To help me come to terms with reality,' the school principal had said. The entire school knew that Abel, Maria, and I had been an close--an inseparable trio. The principal didn't want to risk incurring any liability in case either Maria or I would choose to sue them for not doing enough to protect the mental and emotional stability of their students.

Mabel had been a bullshit therapist, though, hired to help with the school's PR after Abel's tragic death on campus...

Again, my mind was drifting. I refused to space out like this--not here, not now. If I did, the risk of me crumbling to dust before Maria's very eyes was high.

"I should get going soon," I said evenly, hoping I wasn't coming off as cross in an attempt to keep myself calm. "I have a shit ton of homework piling up since it's the end of the semester. Thanks for inviting me out today, though."

Not looking convinced, Maria nodded, handing me the hookah one last time. "Take it easy; you work too much and far too hard. Also, talk to your sister--it sounds like you guys have a lot to smooth out, and that will obviously take some time."

The irony of the situation not lost on me, I took a deep drag then stood, shooting my friend one helluva convincing smile.

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A/N: The Artist in this AU is named Aria. I'm giving her a name because she's growing more prominent in the AU...and I don't want to just call her Artist.

Chapter 9: Friends, New Sparks

It's been a little over a week since Sunny prepared for the move.

Since neither one of them knew when exactly the move would happen, Mari suggested that Sunny should spend as much time with their friends as possible.

Bowen and Daphne, as well as Aria had been visiting both her in the hospital and Sunny at home, which filled her heart with joy. She really hoped that the boy would see them as sibling-figures.

Much like he saw Kel and Hero as brothers.

Mari knew that someone would need to fill that role if something worse happened to her....

Sunny told her that Hero would be coming over for the summer, so she hoped that the move wouldn't happen until August.

She wondered if Basil and Aubrey were doing alright....

Her brother had been spending a lot more time with Mincy and Kel recently, which made her happy, given the falling out with Aubrey and Basil.

Though she certainly wouldn't be prepared for what Sunny would tell her within the next couple of days.

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"Aubrey's bullying Basil...!? Why!?" Mari asked in shocked, after Sunny explained what his day was like.

The boy sat down and leaned against his sister, sighing, "Best guess: He likely told her what he was doing when you fell.” “Likely about what he told the police.” He added.

The older of the two raised an eyebrow, her expression growing more and more concerned. What in God’s name did Basil tell the police to get a response like that from Aubrey…!?

….

She ultimately decided to ask Omori about it later. She was certain that it would only make Sunny uncomfortable if she asked him instead.

She did not want to repeat her past mistakes….

“How about we change topics…?” Mari suggested. “How’s Kel and Mincy?”

The boy gave a small nod, "They're good. Kel's got a game coming up, so I may try going.... Mincy's getting a portfolio ready for college."

For the next five minutes, Sunny continued talking about his days with Kel and Mincy...and Mari couldn't help but feel so unbelievably happy that her brother found other people that he could open up to.

Though she could definitely tell there was a lot more to it than that.

She gave a smile, "You like them. Romantically.", causing Sunny to immediately stop rambling and look at his sister in confusion.

"W-What...?" He asked, a faint blush forming.

The girl sighed with a small chuckle, "Sunny, you like Kel and Mincy as more than just friends. You have feelings for them...kinda like how you had a crush on Aubrey back then."

"Though it's definitely more serious this time." She added, her expression turning firm.

Sunny attempted to reject these claims out of embarrassment, but only found himself going silent and thinking more about it.

....

He enjoyed Kel's company and his support.

He got along with Mincy, due to their shared passion of art.

Kel provided a loud and outgoing sense of comfort, while Mincy offered comfort quietly and calmly.

....

Sunny found himself blushing and curled up, feeling his sister hugging him, "You'll work through this, little brother. It's scary now...and it may hurt, yes...."

"But I have no doubt that you will find a way to accept these feelings before we leave." She reassured, feeling the boy lean against her as he nodded.

The girl rubbed his shoulder gently, before feeling him nod off, much to her relief.

Sunny needed some rest after this week.

Mari just hoped that things would get better....

...However, she couldn't help but fear that her optimism was misplaced again....

Omori: Recovery Route (A Coma-Mari AU by pyroanime2k16)

A/N: Sorry. No special cover this time. Also, this will primarily focus on Mari and Sunny's interactions, as that's what I write best.

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Chapter 1: Case Of Awareness

Mari would've had to be a fool in order to NOT notice what her brother was going through.

Even now, as they were practicing for the recital one more time, the girl could tell how stressed Sunny seemed.

She could tell that he was growing tired and frustrated with the constant practice of the recital. Her perfectionism and their father's expectations certainly weren't helping and she knew it....

The older of the two siblings wanted to apologize in some way. A way that could actually be felt.

Mari was also worried about straining or ruining her sibling relationship with Sunny.

Eventually, the practice ended and Sunny quietly left the room. Mari felt a sickening feeling in her abdomen.

....

And then there was the sound of something shattering on the floor, cuing Mari to immediately stand up and rush to the foyer, spotting a broken violin at the bottom of the stairs.

The teenage girl paled. She screwed up. She was certain that she had fucked up now....

Especially when she turned to face Sunny, who was struggling to calm down. He was heaving, his arms shaking as he tried...and failed to take in deep breaths.

Mari went up the stairs. She had to fix this. She let this happen for too long. She had to do something to make up for it.

"Sunny...?" The teenager called out, cuing the boy to instinctively turn away. "Sunny, please look at me."

The boy didn't say anything for a few moments, before mumbling, “Please leave me alone….” His sister shook her head, “Brother, please talk to me…!”

“Mari, please stop….” The boy mumbled at a volume that was to quiet to hear. He was struggling to keep himself calm.

He wanted to run. He wanted to leave.

"Please just...talk to me, Sunny...!" The teenager pleaded. "Please let me try to help...!"

The boy shook his head, trying to block the words out. He needed to leave. To be alone to calm down.

Eventually, after a few more moments of back and forth, Sunny just...couldn't take it anymore and chose to push Mari away to give him some distance....

...Except both parties forgot that they were on top of the stairs. Upon being pushed, Mari's bad knee ultimately buckled painfully, causing her to fall towards the stairs....

Almost on pure instinct and in a state of shock, Sunny lurched forward and grabbed Mari's hand with his left, holding the railing with his right.

Almost immediately, the boy's weak grip began slipping, cuing him to tighten his hold as much as he could. The two siblings looked at each other, still in shock by what just happened.

The older of the two siblings, much to Sunny's surprise, just gave a weak and sad smile as the boy's grip ultimately failed.

The boy could only watch in horror as his sister collapsed on the stairs and tumbled to the floor.

The boy stood in fright and silence, before eventually working up the courage to walk down towards Mari. Of course, he understandably assumed that she was dead....

That he accidentally killed his own sister....

Then he heard the very faint sound of breathing. After kneeling down and putting his ear near his sister's face, he was able confirm it.

The breathing was obviously strained...as a result of severe pain and a near-fatal incident....

But Mari was miraculously alive. Unconscious, but alive....

Though, before he could react to that, Sunny realized that there was another person in the house...right in the front doorway as he glanced up.

"Basil...?" The boy whispered, noticing the equally shocked and frightened blonde.

Basil then asked in a shaky voice, "I-Is she...?" "She's...alive.... Needs help. NOW...." Sunny responded as attempted to control his breathing.

"Get Kel and Hero's mom or dad...." The boy pleaded, which resulted in the blonde rushing next door in a panic....

...Leaving Sunny alone to hold Mari in his arms and whisper apology after apology....

#omori #mari omori #omori au #omori mari #omori sunny #sunny omori #recovery route au #omori omori #omori basil #omori kel #omori hero #omori aubrey #tw coma #tw hospital setting

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iheartred · 2 years ago

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i LOVE ur writing n it’s perfect because i need to consume more media abt the black phone. could i request the black phone x reader where reader is rlly feminine? idk how to word it sorry i hope u get it😭😭

The blackphone x reader

m.list

Them with Feminine!reader

cw : fluff/crack / reader has no distinct gender but is feminine !!(they/them will still be used!!)

a/n : I understand this in a way (I think??) I hope everyone else understands too, and I'm hoping this is what you meant whsjsh😭

(After writing this I think this is just more of a really pretty and kind!reader oo my bad whsjsh,also this will be pretty short whdjd)

Finney Blake :

Doesnt know how to be around you

Like he's always so nervous, whether it'd be your very kind and soft personality or you're entire style that take his breath away

He's like just amazed at how pretty you can be dude :C

You : Hey Finn! What are we doing in class toda- you good??

Finney(sweating) : never been better!

You : okay??

he will try to compliment you and by try I mean he'll walk up to you, stare at you like you're a God, look down, then walk away

And you're just standing there with your friends wondering what that was all about

Friend : huh?? Was he gonna ask you out or something

Robin (from the sidelines) : he was gonna say you looked nice y/n

You : oh! Tell him I said thanks!

He'd tell you over the phone how sorry he was about how weird he was

Robin Arellano :

" Eres Bonita "(You're pretty)

Is all he'd say outlook before saying it was nothing when he realized you didn't hear him

He will literally always be trying to impress you, intentionally or unintentionally he will do so

He'll literally pick you up if you said your legs were hurting

Helps you fix your makeup because he always sees his mom during her makeup and she taught him how to do a girls makeup if he ever wanted to really impress a person

You : Wow!! My makeup looks even better than before Robin, thanks so much

Robin : Ofcourse no pro-

And then you'd kiss him on the cheek as a real thank you then you'd run off saying "OKAY SEE YOU TOMORROW BYEBYE ROBIN!!!"

Bruce yamada :

Will steal your sweaters as a joke because you said he'd never rock any sort of outfit you wear

Lowkey kinda likes these sweaters, won't ever admit that though

Will do your nails with you

You : Bruce you're literally painting my entire finger at this point stop

Bruce : whattt noo that's craz-

You : Bruce. I don't have nail polish remover. Please

Then he'd stop..

Then paint you finger again and run away

Loves to show off when he's at a game and you're there, will be on 170% during the entirety of the game

If his team coach ever found out it was you who fired him up like this, expect your mother calling you down to tell you that it was the coach for the 50th time that week

Loves doing you hair, since he has a little sister I can imagine him doing her hair whenever his mom is out and about or she would just rather that her older and cooler brother do it for her

Vance Hopper :

Is probably also really nervous around you

Doesnt show or admit it though because letting someone like you ruin his reputation of being a hard-core tough guy would be embarrassing

Now this doesn't mean he'll straight up ignore you, or be rude towards you it just means he won't ever let himself be seen blushing whenever you tell him how pretty he can be too

Vance : That's embarrassing literally shut up

You : It's not though! You really are pretty, like your hair and you're eyes are just really-

And then all you can hear is rambling from your end and a Vance who's trying really hard not to show that's he's extremely flustered by this

if he felt like the day was going pretty great, he'd definitely be very openly kind to you

Telling you how gorgeous you looked, complimenting your hand writing, letting his hand linger a little longer on yours when he tried reaching for his paper

Anyways, I feel like if you asked him on this particular day he'd MAYBE let you put his hair up not in public but you know it still works

Billy Showalter :

Is nervous around you, like whenever you're out in the morning waiting for the daily newspaper he always makes sure your last so he gets a lot of time to spare so he can talk to you

Billy : goodmorning y/n

You : Goodmorning Billy! Thanks for the newspaper!

You say slightly shouting it

He loves when you talk to him, especially when you ask him for help, specifically

He knows anyone would ask for help, but when you ask it's like an angel just put a blessing upon him

will help you put your hair up with your pins, and loves to compliment them

Billy : your pins are very cute

You : thanks Billy, I get them from Walmart they cost like one dollar, sometimes even just 50 cents!

Next thing you know, Billy comes up to you with different pins whenever they have new ones in-stock

Is flustered around you a lot, but never shows it

But his front breaks whenever you pat him on the shoulder and tell him he did a good job, or thank him for helping you study for the test that day

You always walk away and never realize that you leave him a blushing mess of a man

☆ ☆ ☆

#The blackphone #the blackphone x reader #the blackphone headcanons #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #Bruce yamada x reader

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metize · 3 years ago

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Behave.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Yagami Light/Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Yagami Light is Kira, L is reader's brother, but no one's supposed to know, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Blackmail, Coercion, Sexual Coercion, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, 'good girl's, AFAB reader - Freeform, Misogyny, Workplace Sex, Desk Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, this is filthy, I'm so sorry, Manipulation, Top Yagami Light, Jealousy

A/N: Filth! Absolute dirt! I'm the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over AO3, and then I start eating garbage! Enjoy.

"You seem to get along very well with L."

You could practically feel your heart stop when Light said that. You felt so stupid, of course, this guy would figure it out. You tried your best to look unfazed while you panicked on the inside. The black-haired detective and you were trying to keep it a secret from the task force that you were siblings. You cursed Ryuzaki internally, he had been acting kind of protective towards you and it was bound to raise suspicion.

“You think so? I’ve just been trying to be on good terms with everyone.” You deflected.

The investigation room was empty save for the two of you, there was a single monitor showing the news broadcast reporting on the most recent Kira murder. You focused back on the files you were sorting through. Your older brother never cared much for organizing and that drove you mad. You glanced in Light’s direction again, he was staring at you, his gaze sent shivers down your spine, you just forced an awkward smile.

"Did you let him fuck you yet?" He deadpanned.

"W-What the fuck? Of course not!" You answered abruptly. You were offended that Light would even ask something like that. The crude way he said it too, made you blush in embarrassment. You found it weird he'd say something like that, usually Light was nothing short of a gentleman when addressing you.

"Don't get coy all of a sudden. Just admit you two are fucking already." He sounded annoyed now. He got up and got closer to your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. You sometimes felt intimidated in his presence, now in the middle of the night, alone with him towering over you, this feeling increased tenfold.

"T-that's disgusting! Why are you even saying that? We're just… we're just friends, coworkers who get along, whatever!" You started to crack under the pressure.

Light brows furrowed for a second and then his eyes widened in revelation. A grin formed on his face and he burst into laughter like he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. His laughter was scary, loud and almost maniacal. You didn't know how to react exactly so you looked at him nervously and confused.

Did he believe you? Did he find the misunderstanding funny? Was that it? You hoped that was it. You offered a weak smile as his laughter died down.

"I was so caught up in this… obsession… this feeling of jealousy… ah. It was obvious all along. You're siblings. Siblings!" He shook his head smiling "This is pathetic. You're becoming such a nuisance with your distraction."

He figured it out, of course it had only been a matter of time. But that realization took way too long for his liking. He was blinded by the rage of the idea of L having you and he didn't stop to consider any other possibilities.

"Excuse me? I didn't-" You got up and started to retort his rude comment.

"Shut the fuck up." And you did so out of shock. Light wasn't like this normally, he was relatively courteous and nice. Why was he so… brutish all of a sudden? He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl."

The praise felt so dirty, you frowned at him. Being infantilized was something you were used to dealing with in the workplace, being surrounded by older men. But Light was pretty much your age, what was he thinking?

You didn't have time to wonder because the man grabbed your collar and pulled you into a kiss.

You tried to push him away instinctively and ask what the fuck he was doing, but Light grabbed your wrists. He held them so tightly it almost marked your skin. Your lips were still closed so he bit them to make you part them. He kissed you aggressively as if he was punishing you for something. his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss and claiming your mouth for himself.

He tasted like coffee and sin.

"God, and I thought fucking L's girlfriend was a good idea, this is way better." He sounded extremely amused. "I wonder how is he going to react when he finds out I fucked his pretty little sister?"

Ryuzaki had always had a bad feeling about Light, he mentioned you should be careful around him, you knew all that and here you were. You thought he was being overprotective, to be fair Light wasn't the first guy L had a bad feeling about.

Light's hand was now caressing your hair, smiling content with your current predicament and very proud of himself.

"We… w-we can't." You tried to come up with an excuse. "We work together, so it would be-"

"I am Kira."

You heart stopped when you heard those words. Everything started connections in your head, every lead, every tip, every death. You still had many questions, some things didn't make sense, but as you stood there looking at that man's face it was clear that he wasn't joking.

"W-why are you… telling me this?" You tried to back away slowly. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

"Because I feel like keeping you to myself." He smiled sinisterly, every step back you took he stepped forward to approach you again "I was contemplating killing you after pounding your cunt, but I told myself I deserved a little treat."

Hearing him talking about murdering you in cold blood activated your flight instinct immediately. You turned away and rushed towards the door, but as soon as you tried to twist the doorknob and open the door, it was locked. You twisted the knob again and again, desperately trying to unlock it with sheer willpower.

“Stop that, you’re smarter than this.” You heard his voice right against your ear, his hands now grabbing your waist and caressing you through the fabric of your blouse. “There’s only one way you leave this room” he placed a kiss on your neck and you shivered despite yourself “with my cum leaking down your thighs” he grabbed your throat suddenly “and invisibly leashed to me, like a good little pet.”

You were shaking, incredibly aware of Light's bulge pressing against your ass, one hand toying with the hem of your shirt and the other still holding your neck possessively.

"Are we clear, pet?"

You felt his grip tighten a bit so you just quickly nodded your head. It showed to be the wrong answer, because you were punished with a sharp swat to your ass.

"Use your damn words, there's a reason I chose not to gag you." He grabbed your face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Say 'Yes, master'."

He was a sick fuck. You wanted to scream at him and call him exactly that. You wanted to push him away and go home already. But god damn it, you wanted to survive this.

"Yes… m-master."

He smiled at your obedience and his grin made you sick to your stomach. He placed a kiss on your temple and pat your hair gently.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned you around quickly and pushed your back against the door. His mouth was on yours again, his hands slipped under your shirt and you shivered feeling his cold touch on your skin. The fabric was restraining his hands so he grew frustrated and started to undress you at once.

"Y-you don't… have to do this, Light. I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go and-"

"Don't waste your breath. You'll need it when I get to choke you properly…" he answered simply, amused by your perseverance, all the while looking forward to breaking it. "I want to fuck you, so I'm going to do it. I have the whole world in my hands and it's not a little pet that's going to deny me what I want. Understood?"

He tossed your shirt on the floor and started pulling your pencil skirt up. He glared at you for not answering and you promptly spoke up.

"Understood."

He smirked. You felt his fingers trace your slit over your panties, you shuddered and instinctively tried to move away.

"Don't fucking move." His other hand grabbed your waist holding you in place. His tone was harsh and you were so fucking scared.

"Sorry"

"I'm sure you are… Good girl, at least you have manners." He chuckled at that. "Not that your decency matters, look how wet you are for your master…"

He stroked the wet fabric to emphasize his point and you tried to hold back a moan, but it was useless. It felt good, of course it felt good. Light was a hot guy, he obviously knew his way around someone's body and you were only human. His lips captured yours again and he kept playing with your clothed sex as you made out. You could swear you were going insane, the pleasure of his hands on you was intoxicating and his mouth on yours had you gasping for air.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You needed to survive this, you needed to be useful to him. The way he ordered you around did excite you but you needed to stay focused. You were not supposed to feel good, you were supposed to find a way out of this situation.

For now that meant kneeling before Light as he pulled out his cock for you.

You gulped as you eyed him, of course Light Yagami had a big dick, you had to have suspected it. But now you had to give him head and you knew very well he wasn't going to go easy on you. He saw your hesitation and scoffed in amusement.

"Go ahead pet, you want to prove to me you're worth keeping around don't you?" He smiled devilishly at you.

"Yes, master." You murmured and licked your lips. You could do this. And, in a weird way, you kind of wanted to do this, you wanted him to praise you more, to call you a good girl again… you repressed the thought. This is disgusting, Light is disgusting and a murderer. You were strong you won’t fall for his games.

You grabbed his cock by its base and started to gently suck the tip. You looked up at him before taking the whole shaft into your mouth. You sucked him off to the best of your, limited, abilities, trying to get him deeper with each bob of your head. Maybe if he came in your mouth he wouldn’t touch you further, maybe he’d let you go.

Your hopeful thoughts are interrupted by the man’s hand grabbing your hair forcefully, you looked at him and he was grinning like the maniac he was.

“Sit still, let me use your throat a little bit.” His voice was unshaken. You felt a bit annoyed he didn’t seem phased by your efforts. You didn’t have time to dwindle on that feeling because Light was grabbing your face and fucking your mouth as soon as he finished his phrase.

His pace was unrelenting and you felt your spit dribbling down your chin, you tried to breathe in small intervals and you could see him laugh at your predicament. You felt rage but he slowed down his thrusts and started petting your head. Like a kid. Like a pet.

“That’s a good girl, such an obedient little pet…” he breathed and pulled out “Bend over your desk for me.”

Fuck. You were out of breath, you could only nod and do as he said. You didn’t even think of disobeying his order, he praised you again, you were doing a good job… You got up and rested your torso on the desk. He was going to fuck you. Light was Kira and he was blackmailing you into submission. This was an absolute nightmare. So why the fuck were you so turned on?

“You know where you belong, don’t you, pet?” You felt his presence behind you and he pulled down your panties. “Not above anyone, not next to your brother… Not even by my side.” He pulled your hair and you yelped despite yourself “You belong under me.”

He entered you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the intrusion, he didn’t prepare you with his fingers, he didn’t touch you properly at all, it hurt and he knew. But he didn’t give a fuck.

“You should be grateful to your master, whore.” His hand reached around your neck his grip making you gasp. “Tell me you can be obedient.”

“I can!” You cried and you felt his other hand reach between your legs to press your sensitive bud.

“You think you can be useful? Do you think you deserve to live to serve your master?” His thrusts were getting harsher and he groaned “Do you?!”

“Yes, master, please, master!” You begged. To cum, to live, anything. Light held your life in his hands and you were so scared, but so turned on.

“You better....” He grunted and kept on rubbing your clit “I fucking own you. I’m going to cum inside you, going to make you my breeding bitch.”

Oh no. That wasn’t good. That was a bad idea.

“N-no… please not inside” You heard him laugh at your resistance.

“Then tell me… tell me his name.” His name? Fuck. Ryuzaki.

You couldn’t tell him his name. Was he going to kill you if you didn’t? You couldn’t do it. You sobbed and grasped his arm in fear.

“No, I can’t, I can’t!” You cried out shaking your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you came on his fingers screaming. “I can’t! Ah!”

You saw stars, Light never stopped pounding you as he laughed maniacally at your desperation.

“Know your fucking place… useless cunt.... Fuck-” His laughter died down and he pulled you closer as he came inside you.

You felt his spent dripping down your pussy, you trembled both from the orgasm and from fear of what came next. Light pulled out and turned you around, smiling amused at your scared face.

“Don’t worry, pet, of course I wasn’t counting on a dumb slut like you telling me this information…” He pat your head and you stood there with tears rolling down your face “You’re beneath me, I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. I’ll find out eventually.” He chuckled and wiped away your tears “But I do know your name. So you better behave.” He kissed your forehead. “Won’t you, pet?”

#smut fic #x reader #light yagami x reader #light yagami x y/n #light yagami x you #light yagami smut #light yagami imagine #light yagami headcanons

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obsidiancreates · 3 years ago

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An Honest Talk

(Got to the episode where Valerie gets the ghost hunting stuff. I just want her to be happy and not Filled With Vengeful Rage so, here's this.)

Jazz sees the whole thing.

Really, Valerie isn't even good at hiding it. As soon as that Ghost Hunter shows up at that school game, Jazz figures it out. Not just because her voice is the same, but because of the insults she shouts while hanging in that basketball hoop. Sure, Jazz is in a higher grade, but she's heard that A-Lister group plenty of times in the hallways and after school.

They're real jerks. But not murderous jerks.

So she decides to do something about it. No-one attacks her baby brother. ... Well, except other ghosts. But Jazz can't always help with those.

This? No problem.

"Hey, Valerie."

Valerie jolts, yelping and almost dropping what is clearly some kind of ghost-detecting device. "Who are- ugh, aren't you Fenton's sister? What do you want?"

"To talk to you," Jazz says in her most empathetic voice. "I noticed you're having kind of a rough time."

"Why do you care?"

"Because my brother does." Cares about not being pummeled, at least. But Jazz is sure Danny hopes the best for his schoolmate, even with the attacks.

Valerie huffs. "Great, pity from the loser kids."

"Come on, it won't hurt to talk about it?"

"Talk about what? That some ghost kid and his dog ruined my life? That we're broke, and all my friends hate me for it? yeah, talking will fix everything."

Jazz sits down on a bench, and pats the seat next to her. Valerie looks away.

But then... she sighs. And sits. "I keep thinking about that five hundred dollar shirt I ruined. Maybe if e hadn't bought that, or I hadn't worn it to school, we'd be a little better off right now."

"It's not your fault."

Valerie grits her teeth. "Yeah. It's that ghost kid's."

"Ghost kid?"

"... You believe in ghosts, right? Because of your parents?"

Jazz nods. "Plus, that thing during the school game,, Kind of hard to deny."

"Heh. Yeah. ... That dog broke into the place my dad was working for. he was showing off what he did for their security, and none of it stopped the dog or the kid. And then they showed up again at the garage sale and wrecked our moving van, and the dog stole my lunch after all my friends rejected me!"

Valerie wipes her eyes, scowling. "It's not fair!"

Jazz hands her a tissue. "It's not, not at all."

"I wanna destroy that kid," Valerie growls. "Like he destroyed me."

"... Valerie... how old is he?"

"About my age, I think."

"And he's a ghost."

"Yeah. And?"

"So... how do you think a ghost kid comes to be?"

Valerie doesn't reply. But after a moment, her eyes widen a little. "Oh... no, no, but... but he's a kid. He can't be any older than me."

"Yeah," Jazz says softly. "So something horrible must have happened to him already."

Valerie looks at the device in her hands. "... But... he still ruined my life." She sounds a bit unsure now.

"Maybe he didn't mean to. I mean... imagine one day you wake up and everything is... different. Suddenly you've got no gravity, and-and no-one can see you sometimes and you're this weird thing-"

God, how scared was Danny when it happened? She's pretty sure by now that it was The Accident that did it, she can't think of anything else that explains it. What was it like for him, waking up as something different?

"It would be tough," Jazz finishes, looking at Valerie.

Valerie still won't meet her eyes, looking at the beeping device. "Then why is he following me around?"

"... Well... does he show up first, or the dog?"

Valerie thinks for a long moment. "... The dog. It's always the dog."

"So maybe he's trying to catch it."

"... I mean, I guess that could be it. But he's been fighting me!"

"And you've been fighting him."

"But-! ... Aw, geez..." Valerie deflates. "What do I do now, then? I can't... I can't keep attacking some kid who... we've barely lived, I can't just make it so that he's barely lived twice."

Jazz stands up and offers her hand. "How about we try talking to him?"

Valerie looks at her. "For real?" She's skeptical.

Jazz nods. "For real. Maybe we can clear some things up."

Valerie turns away again. And then, with a hefty sigh...

Takes Jazz's hand.

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"Cujo?" Danny calls out. "Cujo! We need to get you back to the Ghost Zone, buddy! Come on, where is he?"

Someone clears their throat behind him, and he yelps as he shoots up in the air.

He turns around, and sees possibly the worst thing he could see right now.

His sister, and his hunter.

"Hello, Ghost Boy!" Jazz calls out.

"Um... hi." Danny waves, still looking startled.

Jazz nudges Valerie, and Valerie huffs. "Hi," she says shortly. Jazz smile at her, though.

"I'm here to mediate a talk between you two," Jazz says, walking closer (and somewhat pulling Valerie along behind her). "I figured there might be more to this story than we all three think."

"Um, you're not- I mean, I'm a ghost, you're just... casual about this?"

Jazz nods. "My parents are well-versed with ghosts, this is nothing."

A straight-up lie. Jazz hadn't even believed in ghosts until she peeled Spectra. But maybe it's to save face for Valerie? Or maybe Jazz recognizes him as the ghost from that day.

"Anyway," Jazz says, "Valerie here has something to say."

Valerie, arms cross and back hunched angrily, glares at Danny. "Who are you, and why are you out to get me?"

Danny floats back down to the ground, standing on it now. "I'm, um... Phantom-"

Valerie gives him a disbelieving look.

"Uh, Ghost Names are uh, different! It's this whole thing. And, I'm not out to get you, I swear. It's all been terrible coincidences."

Valerie scoffs.

"Val, we're here to listen," Jazz reminds gently. "Let him explain his side of things, and then you can explain yours, and we'll come to a solution. Trust me, I read a book about this."

Danny doesn't doubt it. "I don't own that dog, I found him wandering around outside. I thought he was cute at first, and then he turned into the big dog that keeps haunting you."

"And why's he doing that?" she snips.

"I don't know yet." Danny rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm trying to send him back to the Ghost Zone, but he keeps coming back out! I'm starting to think it's some cliche 'unfinished business' thing. But until I can figure it out I don't know how to get rid of him. All I can do is try to minimize the damage."

"Doing a great job." Valerie rolls her eyes. "Ruining my father's business, ruining our garage sale, ruining my lunch!"

"I swear, I was trying to help! He's really, really hard to get under control! He's like five times my size!"

"And you can't grow bigger and handle it that way?" Valerie retorts.

"No! I'm only a few months into this, I-"

He cuts himself off at the look on Valerie's face. "What?"

"A few months? ... So... so I could've known you?" Horrified, is the best word for her expression.

Danny shrinks, holding his bicep and hunching a little. "Um, nevermind. I just mean I'm not super powerful."

"No, no, we're going back. Did I know you? Is this a revenge thing?"

"What? No! I already told you, I'm trying to help prevent things from getting worse! And... no. I'm a loser kid, and you're popular."

"... Was," Valerie says quietly. "... All my friends ditched me when I lost my money."

"That's awful."

Valerie nods. "I don't know why I thought they liked me for more than money, looking back. But it still hurts. Being a lonely loser is the worst."

"Tell me about it," Danny mutters. "I mean, I have friends, but sometimes some stuff just makes you feel alone no matter what."

He thinks he sees Jazz tear up at that, but he's not sure. He's distracted by Valerie letting out a sob.

"I don't have anything left," she says, voice quavering. "I don't have the popularity, I don't have money, I don't have the grades..."

"... So you turned to revenge?" Jazz's voice is soft.

Valerie sobs again, and Jazz gives her some comforting slow pats on the back. She looks at Danny, nodding at Valerie.

Danny gets the hint. "You... you could, um, make something, more?"

Valerie gives a somewhat bitter teary chuckle. "What is that supposed to mean, huh? I'm already hunting ghosts. It's... something."

"... You could try to make new friends."

"Oh sure, that's easy. I'm a social pariah."

"So am I. But even just one or two friends helps a lot."

"You got a lot of ghost buddies?"

"... Humans, actually. An if I can make friends with some high school kids as a loser and a ghost, you can make friends too. You just might have to lower your social radar a bit."

Valerie rubs her arm. "... You're really not out to get me, are you?"

"No, I'm not. I want to protect people, not hurt them."

"... I'm sorry I shot those missiles at you."

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep the dog contained."

"... I'm sorry you're a ghost so young."

Danny snuffles a little. "... Thanks." Sometimes he is, too.

Valerie looks at her hand, and then holds it out to him. "Truce? I won't mess with you. I can't promise the same about that dog if it keeps showing up, but I won't mess with you."

Danny sighs. "So you're keeping the weapons."

"Oh, you know I am. Even if I'm not hunting you, now that I know about ghosts I want to be prepared."

"I guess I understand that." Danny shakes her hand. "Truce."

Jazz grins. "See? Just needed a real, meaningful talk!"

Valerie laughs a little, wiping her eyes again. "Yeah, I guess. But... now what? Who do I blame for this?"

"Probably the boss who decided that Ghosts Suddenly Existing was your father's fault," Danny says.

Valerie's eyes harden. "Yeah. Yeah, I can go with that."

"But," Danny and Jazz say at once. They look at each other, and Jazz let's Danny speak.

"But," Danny says again, "Maybe focus on making some more friends, first. One thing about us losers, is we don't ditch someone just for money reasons."

"... I'll give it a shot." Valerie smiles a little at Danny. "With better aim than the ones I took at you."

Danny chuckles a bit.

They both wave goodbye, Jazz and Valerie leaving Danny to continue his search.

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"Hi."

Danny, Sam, and Tucker all look up. Valerie is standing nervously with her brown paper bag of lunch. Tucker brightens up, and Sam gives a little, slightly suspicious, wave.

Danny scoots over. "Wanna sit with us?"

Valerie looks over at the A-Lister table. They're all staring, smirking, whispering.

Mocking.

She looks back at the 'losers'.

They're looking at her with... openness.

"Yeah. Sure."

She sits down, and gets out her lunch. For a minute, she just listens to them talk while she unpacks the sandwich.

"Hey, is that peanut butter and honey?" Sam asks. Valerie nods.

Sam holds up a thick roast beef sandwich. "My parents are trying to get me to eat meat again, but I'm staying vegetarian. Want to trade?"

Valerie blinks. "Uh... sure?"

They swap sandwiches. Valerie looks at the sandwich, mentally trying to figure out the carbs and calories and fat content-

She looks around the table. No-one else is analyzing their food. Or, judging hers.

She takes a bite. It's pretty good.

This... is pretty good.

She smiles, and laughs a little at a joke Danny makes.

Yeah. This is pretty good.

#danny phantom #Valerie Gray #Danny Fenton #Jazz Fenton #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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redux-iterum · 3 years ago

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Ok, here's a little challenge for you and the editors; roast for me 10 WC couples of your choice.

This was fun! We each took five with a bonus from the editor, and you can read our complaints after the readmore.

LYNX (editor)

Violetshine X Tree: I'm still trying to get through the latter half of AVOS, so I haven't seen their first time meeting up or them falling in love or anything like that. What makes me rather uncomfortable with this couple is that Tree's old enough to be Violetshine's father. Pebbleshine and Hawkwing were already young lovers, but with the release of Tree's Roots, one can calculate Tree to be born around the same time as Hawkwing. He even meets a heavily pregnant Pebbleshine when he's around fifteen months old. Honestly, if his and Violetshine's dynamic in late AVOS is good enough for a Warriors couple, I'm willing to just headcanon him as at most eight months older than her to make it more palatable. By the way, this has nothing to do with the ages when they meet up. Violet's a year old by Darkest Night and nearly an adult if her sister's warrior assessment is anything to go by.

Clear Sky X Storm: It's been some years since I read DotC, but the love drama in The Sun Trail was pretty stupid. Especially the insta-love thing. Maybe it was an insta-attraction? But this is Warriors and we can't have that, noooooooooo...

Clear Sky X Star Flower: Everyone's gone on with how Clear Sky getting with his son's ex is rather dubious, but what is often neglected is the fact that Star Flower can make choices too! She made the choice to go for her ex's dad which is about as questionable as Clear Sky's choice! My personal headcanon is that she's the kitty equivalent of a gold-digger.

Pebbleshine X Hawkwing: Alright, so you're either of these two nitwits who've recently become a warrior. Your very way of life has been drastically upturned by someone you thought you could trust. You've lost family and friends to your betrayal, and what's worse is you've lost your home. The world you've known for your whole life has been ripped form you and you have to keep ambling forward with the hope that the place you'll finally settle in will be worth all this hardship. The path ahead of you is long, uncertain, and dangerous, and you'll need to have a clear head to have a hope of surviving this season. SOUNDS LIKE THE PERFECT TIME TO BOINK AND START A FAMILY, AM I RIGHT?

Bumblestripe X Dovewing: Pushy, inconsiderate, trademark Nice Guy, from questioning why they haven't had children yet at some random meeting to suggesting they have children at her friend's funeral, everyone's said it already. Bumblestripe is not a good cat for Dovewing. I'm glad she's not with him since that makes her happy. But... Tigerfartstar X Dovewing: Yeah, Dovewing, your taste in toms is awful. This temperamental, arrogant, patronizing shipdit, while not as bad as Bimbostripe over there, is still pretty bad. It's been a long while since I read OotS and I haven't yet read Tigerheart's Shadow, but I probably should to get a refresher on why I hate this couple.

DULLARD

Bristlefrost x Rootspring: So ignoring that Rootspring as a -paw is a whiny, overly defensive putz that acts self-conscious about having Tree as his father, Bristlefrost does not ONCE show interest in him. Not once. Count ‘em, zero times. In fact, she’s aware of his crush on her and is embarrassed whenever he comes around and whenever people notice him staring at her. She actively avoids him and speaks curtly, even rudely, to try and drive him off. Then, out of buttfuck nowhere, she says she has feelings for him once he’s a warrior? When they’ve barely interacted beyond her spurring his affections? Fuck with that?

Crowpaw x Feathertail: Feathertail, you’re a nice girl. You’re team mom and almost a second in command to Brambleclaw. Everyone likes you. So why in the good god damn fuck does a pissant like Crowpaw (an apprentice at the time, by the way) deserve your recognition, let alone your love? You could get literally any other cat you wanted to, and you go for the fruit that was formerly hanging the lowest, but dropped off the tree and is now rotting on the floor. He is nothing but a dick to you and only starts being remotely kind two seconds before you die. Please love yourself and do better in StarClan.

Bluefur x Oakheart: Speaking of low hanging fruit, this is a very, very easy one to dunk on. It’s moreso the fact that this entire “relationship” is treated as one of the great tragic romances in this series than anything else. The two of them talk, what, two or three times? And then have exactly one night together before Bluefur kills one of their kits and shoves the other two on him and then that’s it. That’s all they had. A one night stand and child death. What a love story. Why does Bluefur think Thrushpelt is the worse option, again?

Dustpelt x Fernpaw: GOD, this relationship is creepy. I still get simultaneously unnerved and mad whenever I read the first arc, because Dustpelt initially seems like he��ll go with Sandstorm before she stupidly falls in love with Fireheart, but then he sets his sights on someone so much younger than him that he actually asks if he can mentor her instead of his original apprentice (her brother, fun fact). Let me emphasize that, because he is actively seeking a power imbalance in this relationship, and he clearly intends to eventually get with her. Bear in mind that she is still being treated like she’s a young kid, if not a teenager, by the narrative. I could be here all day on this fucking topic, but let’s move on.

Berrynose x Poppyfrost: We all know what I’m going to say here. Berrynose having the brass to say loving things to a dying, agonizing Honeyfern after she spent all this time pining after him, and then less than two months later, he shacks up with her sister. That is the coldest thing he could possibly have done to her. The fact that the writers decided that she’s totally okay with the relationship and takes care of her sister’s dead kits like they’re hers is extra terrible. Like, she still gets the scraps when she’s dead? Seriously?

#ask #readmore #relationships #shipping #i speak #lynx #editor #rant

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writteninkat · 3 years ago

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Hey Kat how are youuu 💞 i hope everything's fine :) i'm literally so excited to read the my brother's bf fic 😭💕💕 later i saw a post you reblogged: https://writteninkat.tumblr.com/post/657547669698396160 could you turn this into a fic pleaseee 😩 we need that 😭🥺🥺 maybe slutty!Fem reader asking bakugou for study help although she's only horny and while he tries to study with her: explain smth to her she starts that freaky shit hihi

i wish u a great week end. btw i got a big crush on a boy who works with me 🥺 but i'm sooooo shy and NOT ME whenever i'm around him i hate it. i know that we would vibe idk:/ he is a friend of my older sister and i got the feeling that he sees me as a child (he's only 4 years older) i hate it here lmao

xo💞🌟💕

Quizzed | Bakugou x Reader

summary: You ask Katsuki for help with your studies but that was all a ruse to let out all your sexual frustrations on him.

w/c: 1.9k

warnings: fingering, oral (m!receiving), katsuki calling reader slut once

a/n: hiii i'm doing well!! <3 hope you are too!! and LMAO i get what you mean!! i turn into a completely different person whenever i'm with someone i like but i try practicing just being my self lol why don't you test out the waters, give him some hints ;)) update me about it then hehe

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Katsuki Bakugou is good at anything and everything he tries. He's got an amazing, flashy quirk, he's smart, has an explosive personality and you can't deny he's handsome.

God's favorite child; that's what he is.

And you're obsessed. You love how he smells so sweet, how soft red spills over the tips of his ears and his cheeks when he's flustered or embarrassed, the deep grunts and melodic moans that slip out his lips.

He turns into your vulnerable little bitch under your softest touch. And you love it.

College isn't easy, not by any means. Unlike highschool or middle school, you're the one chasing after your professors, you're the one who teaches yourself, you're the one who has to grind in order to get a good grade and graduate.

It's times like these, during hell week, that you regret not choosing the hero course. They don't need to go to college, they become heroes after highschool and from the stories of your friends, hero work seems to be a much more enjoyable job than in a hospital doing rounds.

You sigh, mind tired and body aching all over as you plop onto the couch. Your boyfriend, number two hero Dynamite, is busy cooking the both of you dinner. "Long day?" He asks.

As much as you want to claim that all you want to do is eat whatever your boyfriend is cooking, wash up and cuddle with him till you fall asleep, you can't. You'd be lying.

You're frustrated and you want to let out some steam. And the fact that your boyfriend is cooking in your shared kitchen with nothing but black sweats that hang loosely over his hips and an apron doesn't help.

You nod quietly, sitting on one of the counter stools just to watch him cook. As your eyes greedily rake over his ripped arms, toned back and occasionally his built chest, the gears in your head begin turning as you think about how to get him to fuck your stress out your body.

"Let me guess, you wanna sleep after you fill that tummy of yours?" He doesn't really talk like this, but you appreciate how he acknowledges your trouble. You pout in response, "Can't. I still have to study a few lessons in chem."

Study.

If he weren't busy with the food, Katsuki would have seen how your face visibly brightened at your idea. "Help me out? Please?"

He eyes you from the side as he shrugs his shoulders. "I probably won't be of any help, but I can try."

Oh you'll be of big help.

You have your Chemistry book, notes and the periodic table laid out on your desk as Katsuki walks in with two cups of tea; steam still floating from above it. You feel bad–he even bothered to prepare tea for the both of you but you know neither of you will be taking sips from the tea cups any time soon.

You smile when he sets the cups down, standing from your seat to push him to sit down on it instead. He looks at you with confusion in his eyes but don’t ask, prompting to check the topic you “need help with”.

“Ah, I think I’ve read about this topic before.” The moment his words leave his lips, your hand flies onto his shoulder as you lean over. “So you know how this is the atomic number, right?” You nod at his question, hand running up and down his built shoulder as a start.

He looks over at your hand, his then flicking up at you before returning to your opened textbook, shrugging off your suspicious actions.

By the time he’s finished discussing and explaining the topic, you’ve sat yourself on his lap, one arm over his shoulders playing his ear as the other runs up and down his chest. “You understand now?” He asks, looking up at you as you nod your head.

“Yeah,” You lean over, pressing your lips on his. Your soft pinks stay on his pair a little longer than usual. You pull away slowly, your hand now cupping his jaw as you look deeply into his eyes.

He raises a brow, “What was that for?”

You shake your head, eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips as your thumb traces over his lower lip. “You’re just so sexy, teaching me like this. So smart.”

You lean forward, pressing your lips against his once again as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs caressing the exposed skin. You part your lips from each other, allowing his tongue to slither inside your wet cavern, tasing you.

You rise onto your knees, setting yourself on his lap to straddle him as Katsuki continues to kiss you passionately. All your stress, all your concerns, all your anxiety always washes away whenever Katsuki kisses you, when he holds you, like this.

“You have to be studying.” He breathes into the kiss.

“I’d rather study something else.”

Your fingers hook themselves on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, exposing his hard abs. You run your palm over the exposed skin, fingers following ever bump, ever rise, every dip before you inch your fingers inside his sweats. Katsuki grabs onto your wrist, stopping you, eyebrows creased in confusion.

“Study.” He says, sternly.

“Fuck me.” You say. Sternly.

Within the next second, your hand is pushed into his pants, caressing his length, fondling his balls, and Katsuki sits there beneath you with his hands clutched into fists and his breathing heavy but controlled.

You slowly wiggle yourself off of him until you’re kneeling on the carpeted floor, your fingers pulling his pants down as your gaze keeps itself in his eyes.

Katsuki closes his eyes slowly, jaw clenched and head craned upward. You snicker, pulling his hard cock out of his pants. Your mouth visibly waters at the sight and you feel your pussy clench at the sight of his wet tip–pre cum already leaking out of it.

You lean forward, sticking your tongue out, pressing it against the base only to run it upwards to the pink head. You enclose the tip with your lips before pushing your head down, taking his entire length as you fight the tears from spilling. You miss this so much–Katsuki’s taste, how he skips a breath and fights his moans when you take all of him, the way he has to physically stop himself from getting too rough with you.

You’re sloppy when giving head–saliva dripping down his cock and the chair, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, pre cum smeared on the tip of your nose and cheeks. When Katsuki looks down at you for the first time, and you look back at him with a shit-eating grin and all messy, he cums almost immediately.

You laugh, allowing his release to splatter all over your face.

You wipe a dripping one from your cheek, into your mouth, sucking on your finger all while looking at him straight int the eye.

Katsuki breathes heavily before pulling you up from your knees. He pulls you by the waist, pushing your shorts down, letting them pool around your ankles. He pushes you onto your desk, having pushed all your study materials off the top to give you space. He lifts both your legs up, resting them over his shoulders as he looks at your glistening pussy, admiring the way it looks before pushing a finger in. Pretty and strangled moans slip out your lips as you throw your head back.

“How do you solve for the mass number of an element?”

A quiz? Really? Now?

Your brows knit together as you look down at him, to which he simply raises a demanding brow. He curls the fingers inside you and you feel your soul leave your body for a moment, making you gasp in surprise.

“You–oh god–you add the number of protons and–“ You squeak when he suddenly adds another finger inside, “–and the number of neutrons!”

“Who discovered the first subatomic particle?” Katsuki quickens his pace and you feel your legs shaking. “JJ Thomp–nnggh!–Thompson!”

“When?”

“1896!”

He adds in a third finger and the stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Give me a rule for naming ions.” He curls his fingers inside you and for a moment your mind goes blank, earning an irritated growl from Katsuki. “Shit, Katsu!” You cry out, “The charge of an ion–oh fuck–can b-be determined–“ Your back arches at the feeling of your high quickly arriving. “–by its place on the periodic table!”

Your cunt clenched around his fingers greedily as your hips move in circles on their own, riding out your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls heavily, finally, it’s been too fucking long.

Katsuki pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at how sensitive your pussy still is. You watch as he brings his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your juices coating his digits and your kitty clenches around nothing, as if you hadn’t just cum.

The pro hero grabs you by your waist, sitting on your chair. He aligns his cock in line with your hole, letting you slowly lower yourself on his cock, your cunt greedily taking his entire length.

“What method do you use when writing formulas for ionic compounds?” You’re already moving your hips before he even finishes his question.

“The crossover method.” You whisper.

“Hump on it, you slut. If you’re that desperate to fuck yourself with my cock, do it properly.”

Following his words, you start rising before lowering yourself on his cock. The feeling makes your legs want to turn into jelly, but the thought of not getting to feel this way has you fighting the urge.

“Give me the formula for Iron and Oxygen.” Katsuki grips at your waist, now moving your hips the way he wants you to move it.

The feeling of his cock stretching you open, the feeling of it hitting your g-spot again and again and again, his fingernails digging onto your skin and your brain wracking itself for the correct answer–everything overwhelms you too much.

“Fe2O3!” It comes out as a whine, making Katsuki chuckle.

“What about Barium and Sodium?”

He’s thrusting upwards now, allowing you to lessen your efforts, giving you more chance to clear your head even for a little bit. “Ba3Na2.”

“That’s right.” He whispers into your ear, “That’s my smart little girl.”

Katsuki carries you by your thighs as he stands. For a moment, you think he’ll head for the bed but he’s setting you back onto your desk. Feeling this, he answers your silent confusion. “It’s a bad idea to study on the bed.” He tilts his head to the side, “You might fall asleep. We can’t have that.”

He begins thrusting into you, your desk hitting against the wall every time.

“Recite the greek prefixes for naming hydrated salts.” You feel another orgasm coming. “One to ten. Do it correctly and I’ll let you cum.”

Weird boost of inspiration.

“Mono, di, tri–shit, Katsu!–Tetra, penta, hexa, hepta, octa, nona–“ He thrusts deeply inside you, pulling an orgasm out of you. You gasp as your pussy clenches around his cock. You look at him in the eye, a smile stretched across your face. “–deca.”

Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, his own high following not long after.

Your body falls onto the desk like lava–hot and pulsing.

Katsuki pulls his sweats up, helping you with your own bottoms before slapping your ass. “I’m giving you three more quizzes later.” Your eyes widen at his words to which he grins cockily at. “So make sure you study hard.”

You got to answer every number in your test the following days, but not without a cost. The mere section of writing formulas for ionic compounds has you clenching your thighs together.

#bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou bios #bakugou smut #katsuki smut #mha smut #mha fanfiction #boku no hero smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 3 years ago

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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.

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