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[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wings // Thirty-Seven

If you saw me update 36 instead of this chapter, no u didn't. Huge thanks to the sweet nonny who pointed out and did it in such a polite way alskjdlfkasjdf I love you!!!

Chapter Warnings: reader worries about the baby as per usual but all is well

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He was late.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot and checked your phone again. Nothing. Your appointment didn’t start for another twenty minutes, but you liked to get there early in case you needed to update any paperwork. Bradley had promised he would be there and Jake…

You had no idea. You hadn’t heard from him in days. You didn’t even know if he got your note.

Pushing a breath out of your lungs, you squinted against the glare of the sun and looked for the familiar Bronco in the parking lot. Nothing.

Your stomach turned with what you hoped was nerves and you settled a hand over the small swell of your bump. Eleven, almost twelve weeks. Fuck, things were moving quickly.

“It’s sunny. You should be inside.”

Your head raised at the familiar voice and you met the blue eyed gaze of Jake Seresin. He was still in his olive green flight suit and he removed his baseball cap when you turned to face him. Your heart seized for a moment and it was like you forgot how handsome he was.

“I’m fine.” You raised your huge reusable water bottle. “Not like I can avoid the sun in San Diego.”

He stopped just a few feet from you, his eyes never leaving yours. You swallowed past the lump in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he said. The two words made your heart lurch and you bit your lip. Before you could say anything, he continued. “I’m sorry for being the biggest piece of shit.” A startled laugh escaped you and a small smile flickered across his lips.

“I’m sorry for what I said.”

Jake stepped closer, one of his hands hovering just above your bicep. You nodded and he let his palm settle against your skin. Sparks erupted at his touch and you let your eyes slide shut.

“You left me,” you whispered. “You left us.”

“I know. I wish I hadn’t.” He sighed and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ve got some screws loose up here, darlin’.” He tapped his temple. “But I’m gonna get some help to figure out what I need to make sure I can be a good man for you three.”

Your hand fisted in the collar of his suit. “You are a good man, Jake. You’re the only one who can’t see that.”

He chuckled and then laid a kiss in between your brows. You sank into his touch and felt moisture build on your lashes. His hand slid from your arm to cradle the back of your neck. “I’m going to therapy, once every two weeks. My mom encouraged it. She wants to meet you properly.”

“Jake, I didn’t mean what I said. I-”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He laid a kiss to your left eyelid and then the right. “It’s in the past. I want this. I want you and Roo and god, I want this baby. I want it so bad.”

“And you won’t leave again? Because I won’t let my kid grow up with that threat over their head. That’s not fair to me and not fair to them. So either you stay or you make your mind up now and leave.”

He shook his head. “I’m all in. Diaper changes, blowouts, tantrums. From Roo and the baby. I want it all. I want this family.”

You inhaled a stuttered breath. “I won’t survive if you leave again.”

Guilt nearly drowned him as he remembered Rooster’s words about your mother and he curled his body around yours, protecting and hiding you from the world. He settled his cap to rest on the back of his head and then cradled your face so he could draw your lips against his. You let all the worries and fears that plagued your mind fall silent as he slid his tongue against yours and easily took control. That was something that always drew you to Jake from that very first kiss. In fact, their ability to make you feel so incredibly safe was probably the main reason you gravitated towards your men.

“I’m not leaving, darlin’. If you want me, you’ll have me, in any way you want.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need to get inside.”

You pulled back from Jake as heat rushed to your cheeks and sent a half-hearted glare at Bradley. He was also in his flight suit and you were suddenly hot all over for a different reason. The brunet leaned down to steal a quick kiss from you and he hummed in pleasure at the lingering taste of Jake mingled with you.

“I’m sorry,” Jake told Bradley. 

“Do it again and I’ll kick your ass. And then I’ll let Nat and Sofia after you.”

Jake paled slightly but didn’t argue. Instead, he settled one hand on your waist and extended his other arm for Bradley. The brunet glanced at you and you nodded in reassurance. He sidled up against Jake and you watched with rapt attention as they kissed, soft and sweet, a startling contrast to their imposing figures.

“You’re right, by the way,” Bradley said once they pulled away. Jake settled his lips against the crown of your hair and inhaled you deeply, as if he could commit the smell of your shampoo to memory. He hummed in confirmation that he heard Bradley and the brunet slid his hand around the back of Jake’s neck and gave him a quick squeeze.

“I was looking at houses. Mav helped me. A house for the four of us. A nursery for the baby, an office you and I can share, and a front porch so Angel can sit out there in the mornings. I think I found the perfect place, but then…”

Jake inhaled sharply at the realization and he shut his eyes, his hand fisting in the rough Nomex material of Bradley’s flight suit. Bradley merely kissed his temple and then swatted you both on the hip.

“No, seriously, we’re going to be late.”

The nerves lurched back into your stomach and rose into your throat. You gripped the closest hand to you as the elevator crept up to your OB’s office. You really didn’t give a shit about the gender, but every visit worried you that something was wrong or you were doing something wrong or-

A hand settled on the back of your neck and you glanced up at Jake. His blue eyes were lined with exhaustion and he seemed older than he should be, but his face was softer than the night of the fight. You didn’t know how they did it, but both boys had some keen ability to read what you were thinking.

“If it’s a boy, Javy is going to beg us to name it after him,” he said. You snorted at the thought and shook your head. Names hadn’t even crossed your mind at this point. Your focus was locked into taking one step at a time and breathing deeply until the nurse called you back. Rooster squeezed his hand on your hip when the three of you stood and you held out your hand. He took it in his own and offered you an easy grin.

“Alright, we’re at fourteen weeks,” Dr. Greenberg announced when she entered the exam room. You were already lying on the table, your shirt pulled up and ultrasound tech searching for the little blob on the screen. As if on cue, the second she entered brought the now-familiar whoosh of the baby’s heartbeat into the room. You relaxed finally, your muscles easing from the tight pull you had them locked in, and Jake settled his hand on your head. His thumb drew circles against your temple and you smiled up at him in thanks.

“Your labs are looking good, you’re looking good. Baby is looking excellent. You’re into the second trimester, so how are you feeling? Nausea gone?”

“Yeah, it’s been nice not puking my guts up. Now I’m hungry all the time. I had to go up a cup in bra size,” you explained. “Still fit into my shorts though so that’s nice.”

Dr. Greenberg chuckled and moved to stand by the tech, her eyes studying the screen. Her smile grew and she glanced at the three of you out of the corner of her eye.

“You want to find out the gender today, correct? Baby is in the perfect position to tell,” she said. You lit up and nodded.

“There’s a few bets going,” Bradley added. “All of it’s going to the college fund, but I know some folks are going to be sore losers.”

“Well, you can tell them that it’s a-”

Jake marveled at the way your bump had grown in just the short time since he had seen you. It no longer looked like it could be just some bloating, but was forming into a defined curve. He hadn’t really looked earlier, being so focused on just talking to you and then on the screen in the exam room, but now he took in the sight of you. 

Bradley showed you around the craftsman he had found. You had lit up at the sight of the long porch and swing couch and it just kept getting better. The house had been updated, but touches of its original history still remained in stained glass windows and pocket sliding doors. The living room bled into the kitchen and Jake paused at the island, gazing into the adjoining room that Bradley explained would be a great office space for the three of you to share. He turned to look at the breakfast nook tucked against the kitchen that led to a back porch with a sizable backyard. Jake could picture it now; he would make dinner as Bradley chased your child around the backyard, laughter filling the air. You would come home from work, stomach rounded with another child and he didn’t give a shit whose it was. He could taste the joy. He wanted this.

“Coming?” Bradley waited at the bottom of the steps for Jake to join them. They climbed up to the second floor and looked at the main bedroom and bathroom before moving onto the two smaller rooms. You stepped into the sunlit room and spun around to take in the full space.

“It’s perfect,” you breathed. A light had returned to your eyes and Bradley felt settled for the first time in a long time. Jake ran his hand along the wall and grinned.

“Grey and green are good for the paint?” He pointed to the far corner. “Crib there, rocking chair. What theme did you say you wanted again?”

“Animals.” Your hand came down to rest on your bump. “I think it’d be cute.”

Bradley leaned against the doorframe and watched his lovers plan out the nursery. It was a good thing he already told the realtor they would take it. He knew the second he pulled the Bronco into the driveway and saw the look on your faces.

“What do you think?” he finally asked.

“I love it, bear. Seriously. But I’m surprised it hasn’t sold yet.”

He pushed away from the wall to join you two, one hand sliding to rest in Jake’s back pocket and the other tugging you close. “Mav is a friend of the realtor. He’s been doing me a favor by keeping it off the market for a bit. Do you want it?”

You hesitated, your eyes darting to Jake’s. The blond touched your cheek and smiled. “Yeah, darlin’, we want it.”

“Are you sure?” Everything was moving so fast that sometimes you could hardly believe it was real.

“Yeah,” Bradley assured you. “We’d do anything for our girls.”

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Damian Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present

A/N: This is Older!Damian. Let’s just pretend that Damian is still going to be Robin when he’s older

Dick Grayson Ver. | Jason Todd Ver. | Tim Drake Ver. | Bruce Wayne Ver.

Conner Kent Ver. | Wally West Ver. | Artemis Crock Ver. | Roy Harper Ver.

You hated Damian

With a burning passion

You thought he was annoying, arrogant and downright rude

He felt the same about you

Except he thought you were too sensitive and not dedicated

You were Jason’s adopted sister

He took you in when you were a little girl and he was still murdering people (not that he stopped but)

You had no training whatsoever but you figured out their identities pretty quickly

And everyone loved you so you were free to move around the manor as you pleased

Usually, you wouldn’t really do much in the Batcave except lay around

Damian didn’t like that you just got to lounge around when you could be doing that in the manor

You just did so in the Batcave cuz you got lonely

Did Damian care?

Not at all

So, the two of you arguing wasn’t foreign

Especially since you permanently moved to the manor when Jason decided you would be safer there

Bruce was all too happy to shelter you there knowing that if you were here Jason would visit more often

And you of course liked the idea of living at Wayne Manor

Damian thought you were just being a gold digger

Thought you were worthless

And you didn’t really mind his verbal onslaughts

You’ve heard worse, living on the streets your entire life

And if being special meant being like him then you wouldn’t want to be 

You had some basic skills to prevent you from getting mugged and stuff

But definitely not enough to go out on patrol like the rest of them

“I don’t really mind, I like sleep.”

“Tt. Of course, you’re so lazy.”

“Sleeping 7-8 hours per day is recommended, you little bitch. Not enough sleep is a reason for premature death and I wanna be alive so I can dance on your grave.”

One day while you’re dancing around in the Batcave while the others were on patrol something happened

There was a bright light and something crashed into you

Before you could gain your bearings, the person who fell on top of you starts cursing

“I told Wally not to pull that shit with me! And he ends up doing the same damn stuff again!”

When you open your eyes there’s a boy about your age towering over you

He holds a hand out and hauls you to your feet

“I’m so sorry about tha—Where am I?? Is this the Batcave?”

And you’re so surprised you lean over and press the alarm button to call the closest bat and bring him here

“How did you get in here?”

You both ask at the same time and then get surprised

“You’re the one that shouldn’t be here.”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who shouldn’t be in here. Now tell me who you are before I beat your ass.”

You’re still surprised and a little offended

This guy thinks he can beat your ass?

You have half a mind to grab one of Jason’s guns

Before you have to though, the Bat mobile comes in and out flies Batman and Robin

You can tell they’re surprised too because everyone is just standing around for a second

You expect Robin to do something first because Batman hitting a boy that’s his son age seems a little rude

But the boy opens his mouth before anything happens

“WHY IS HE WEARING THE ROBIN SUIT? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?”

“Tt. I’m Robin. Who the hell are you?”

“No, I’m Robin.”

And now you’re like is this kid okay? Like does he have a screw loose?

He looks at Batman and starts to say something “Da—”

But then he looks at you and cuts himself off

“Okay, I’m confused.”

“Same.”

You don’t know what else to do other than

“I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

“Are you stupid (L/N)? Revealing your secret identity could get you killed.”

The boy on the other hand looks shocked

Like you just slapped him, “(Y/N) (L/N)?”

You nod and he turns to Robin, “Damian Wayne?”

Robin’s eyes go wide “How did you—?”

Then he points to Batman, “Bruce Wayne?”

And now all of you are shook

“How did you know that?” You ask

“I think I travelled back in time...my name is Thomas and I’m your son.”

It takes you a few minutes to understand everything

Your knees honestly go a little weak and you fall to the ground

Before you can even hit it though, Damian has an arm wrapped around your shoulders

“Pull yourself together (L/N). Stop acting like a stupid amateur.”

After a few minutes when your brain has cooled off from the information overload, Bruce decides he should take a DNA Test to prove you both are related

It comes out positive and you’re like damn

“So, if I’m your mom then who’s your dad?”

“I really shouldn’t say. Might mess up the time stream and what not.”

Damian scoffs and you’re like ‘Shit is this dumbass still here?’

“Nice to know that your stupidity isn’t hereditary, (Y/N).”

You go to bite back at him but Thomas speaks before you, “Wow, you were so mean when you were younger.”

And you’re like “Damian becomes nice in the future? Are you joking?”

“No, in fact in the future, we’re partners. I become Robin once Da—Damian becomes Batman.”

This is news to the both of you

Eventually the rest of the Batboys trickle into the Batcave to meet Thomas

He tells you all kinds of stories

“Hey mom, how come you weren’t on patrol tonight?”

And you’re like “Um, I’m not a vigilante.”

“Are you kidding? You become partners with Uncle Jason.”

Your eyes light up and you’re like “Don’t tell me, my name is Wolf.”

“Yeah exactly!”

And Jason is like “Why Wolf?”

And you point to him like “Cuz you’re Red Riding Hood.”

“You were the one who saved Da—Damian from a mind-controlled Uncle Jon.”

And then you’re like “haha hear that Demon brat? I save you.”

And this starts off your argument 

Again

Everyone else rolls their eyes because they’re used to it

But Thomas is just sitting there shell shocked

Watching the two of you rip into each other

And calling each other every single name in the book

The others aren’t even bothered to try and break it up anymore

Dick usually tries to separate the two of you from getting into a physical fight

Cuz if you ever did get in a fight then it was clear who would win

But today he’s getting stitched up by Alfred in the back

Usually, your arguments end with someone breaking the two of you up

But today you’ve just about had enough of his attitude and before you even think you’re shoving him back

And he growls at you and raises his hand to punch you

Everyone’s a little slow to react because they don’t think that he’d actually hit you

Before anyone can do anything

Thomas is out of his seat and grabbing Damian’s fist just before he touches you

He pauses, wondering what to say

“How about we do some team building exercises? You two can paint together.”

And you’re like “Why would I want to do anything with this son of a bitch. Not sure if I mean Talia or Bruce”

Thomas is getting more antsy as you keep arguing

“But you really love painting together in the future!”

“Are you out of your mind? What could possibly make you think that we enjoy spending time together?”

“BECAUSE DAMIAN’S MY FATHER!”

“EXCUSE ME!?”

“My full name is Thomas Wayne. And I’m (Y/N) (L/N)’s and Damian Wayne’s son.”

It silent

Dead silent

Before Tim and Jason break into howls of laughter

They’re on the floor crying and you’re just looking extremely uncomfortable

“You’re lying right?”

“Actually, he isn’t.” Says Bruce, “The DNA test came as a match to Damian too. I just didn’t think I should say anything.”

“Why would you p—Jason would you stop laughing!!”

It takes a good whack to the head using Robin’s staff to get him to stop laughing

“So, you’re telling me that for whatever reason I had a kid in the future? With Damian of all people?!”

“Not just me. I have 2 younger siblings as well.”

Jason starts laughing again

“You both are married.”

“Like I would want to marry her ugly mug.”

“The feeling is likewise.”

“Look you both need to get over your petty differences and get married and have me. Because frankly, I’m the best thing to ever happen to the both of you.”

You spare a look at Damian, “That’s your son, alright.”

He just rolls his eyes at you

That night one of the speedsters, Wallace Allen, comes to the past to pick Thomas up

“You two better listen to me and sort out your issues okay?” He says while getting on Wally’s back

“Woah, is that your mom? She’s hot.”

“Ew, she’s my mom.”

And the two of them are gone

The teasing lasts a couple of weeks

The boys calling you the Wayne’s wherever you go

“There’s the happy couple.”

“Hey dames, where’s the missus?”

“You’ll name the second kid after me, right?”

And Damian is just like “I’ll gouge your eyes out while you sleep.”

You still see him as the annoying kid but something changes

Because of Thomas you’re trying to intentionally see some good in Damian

And it works briefly

Until you start arguing all over again

And then one day you’ve just about had enough of him again

“If you keep acting like this, I’m not gonna carry your kids!”

And Damian just freezes and starts blushing

Totally speechless

And you’re like damn I won

Using other mildly sexual lines like that to shut him down

The tension builds that way

Until one day Damian can sense one of those lines are gonna come out of your mouth and kisses you

“What? What are you doing?”

“Trying to ensure my title is protected.” He says between kisses

You snort, “Sure. Like kissing me is going to change whether you become Batman.”

He just smirks at you, “I meant my title as your husband.”

All the heat crawls up your neck and you can’t help but stare up at him speechlessly

He chuckles

“Looks like I finally found a way to shut you up.”

Before leading you to his room

And this is why Thomas never found out how you started dating

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Took longer than I expected to finish this because...I just have no sense of humour whatsoever haha but I hope this will be a fun read for you guys! Hope everyone’s staying safe amidst the all the chaos that’s going on around the world.

Jay – worldwide heartthrob, incredibly talented, attractive, humble and genuine – he had it all. He’d have all these girls wrapped around his fingers, have an army of female fans that’d honestly do anything for the slightest interaction with him but strangely enough when it came to you, his girlfriend, biggest fan and supporter, you were never one to yield to him. 

Perhaps it was the fact that it’s been five long years into the relationship, or how he had just been way too busy all these years for you guys to be particularly sentimental about anniversaries, dates or the likes, and while it bothered you at the beginning watching the people around you being able to date freely and publicly, you gradually got used to it and the both of you developed a very comfortable relationship, to say the least. 

“Babe, what do you think of this picture?” Jay asked, turning his laptop screen towards you. 

“Looks alright,” You replied without much interest before turning your attention back to your mobile phone. 

“Why did I even bother…” Jay said with a laugh as he shook his head, then continued browsing through the photos that he had just received from a magazine shoot that he did a couple of days back. 

Overhearing the conversation from the other end of the couch, Minsik let out a snicker, then burst into laughter as soon as Jay looked up to glare at him. 

It was a Saturday night and the both of you had decided to meet in his studio after he was done with his schedules as the next two weeks was looking to be too packed for either of you to manage any dates with Jay having to do some recordings while you were going to be preoccupied yourself. Some of the H1GHR guys had joined the both of you soon after, bringing with them some dinner that they had bought for everyone. 

“What?” 

“Sorry I couldn’t help it, I don’t think I can ever get used to it,” Minsik said with a smirk. “You’re our boss and always killing it on stage but such a loser when it comes to your girlfriend.” 

“I mean, he’s done so many pictorials by now that it all kinda looks the same to me at this point,” You tried to explain, caught a little off guard as Woogie spun around in his chair to look at you guys, nodding enthusiastically at Minsik’s comment whilst stifling a laugh. “Of course you look good, why else would you be on a magazine if you don’t?” 

Jay sighed exaggeratedly, rubbing his temples, “See…this is why I’m still lonely even when I have a girlfriend – she doesn’t show me enough attention.” 

“Hyung, we’ll take you out to play then,” Haon joked. “Let’s hit the clubs!”

“Let’s,” Jay replied readily, only earning a ‘don’t you dare’ look from you before you sent a cushion flying towards him to which he simply chuckled in response.  

He then scooted closer to you, bumping his shoulders against you, “I was just kidding…!” 

“You had better be. You’re getting too old for clubbing anyways, don’t embarrass the younger ones,” You replied without paying him much attention, sending the guys into yet another round of laughter. 

Conversations like these were pretty common between the both of you but of course, Jay never took any of them to heart. It hadn’t always been like this with the two of you being more cordial and romantic the first two years, but with how the nature of your dates were for the rest of the years that followed which often involved hanging out in a group be it with the AOMG or H1GHR guys, it became inevitable since neither of you were really the kind to be all affectionate with each other in front of others. Hence, in situations like these, you tended to be brutally straightforward (when you could obviously be sweeter with your words, but whatever) while Jay opted to speak to you like he would in private, playing the victim much to everyone’s amusement. 

Some of his fans even noticed this from the little glimpses of your conversations that were caught on camera whenever Jay did insta lives from his office or the studio, often involving a ‘no one has questions for you, stop bothering them’ remark followed by a fit of laughter from whoever that was around to overhear the conversation and they absolutely loved it though Jay simply laughed it off most of the time. Yes, he was appreciative that his fans were supportive of his relationship, but that didn’t mean that he enjoyed addressing or sharing about it. 

It then came as a surprise when you were tuned in to one of his insta lives from your office the following week as you were working overtime one night. 

“Why are so many of you guys asking for my girlfriend today?” He asked. 

We miss her ratchet comments. 

We wanna see her roasting you. 

He laughed, “She’s busy working, we’re both quite busy these two weeks so we won’t be seeing each other for a while. I’m a free man!” 

Seeing how this was a rare occasion where Jay actually directly addressed comments regarding you, the fans jumped on the opportunity, bombarding him with questions. 

“Alright, now that I mentioned her I see where this live is going…” 

Is she secretly a sweetheart in private? 

Is she really this savage all the time? 

Date me instead, I promise I’ll be a hundred times nicer. 

“Yeah it gets lonely sometimes…don’t y’all see me giving you guys all that fan service?” He joked, deciding to wrap up the topic. He was never really being one to speak much about his private life anyway. 

Of course, the questions and comments about you never really died down for the rest of the live despite Jay actually moving on to speak about something else and with this much attention on your relationship with Jay for the first time in a long while, you had to admit that it made you feel a little conscious. For a while you even got carried away browsing through the comments, completely distracted from the work that you were supposed to be doing. 

Another week passed and the both of you agreed that after two whole weeks of late nights, five-minute phone calls in bed before either one of you fell asleep on the other, there was nothing more that you both wanted more than to simply unwind at the comforts of your home. Jay had come over to spend the night at your place, soju and some snacks in tow as the two of you lounged on the couch watching a light hearted comedy. 

“How’s your week been?” 

“Nothing new, just working on some tracks in the studio as per the usual,” Jay said, throwing his head back as he sank further into the couch. “I was actually kinda stuck for a while but we managed to solve it yesterday so that was nice. You?” 

“Same old, a desk job doesn’t get very interesting,” You said. 

He then reached for your hand, lacing your fingers with his on your lap to which you responded by snuggling up to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips as he saw how indifferent the expression on your face was despite your unusual display of affection.

However, as the night progressed, you went from simply hugging his arm to hugging him and draping your leg over his, all whilst keeping a poker face on, much to his amusement. It wasn’t until you held his hands to wrap them around your body as you shifted to sit on his lap did he finally looked at you weird, raising his brows at you. 

“What’s up?” 

“Nothing, just cold,” You lied. 

“Shall I get you a blanket then?” He said, shifting in his seat in an attempt to get up but you wouldn’t let him, leaning back against his chest and looking up at him. 

“Can we just cuddle for a bit…?” 

“Sure but…why…” He said, then laughed at his statement upon realizing how absurd it sounded. “I mean, this is so unlike you…not that I’m complaining. Just curious where this is coming from.” 

“I just…feel like it,” You replied, in which he simply stared at you in response before mumbling an ‘okay…’, then encased you in his arms as you sat on his cross legged legs, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. He then let out a low chuckle watching the way your nose crinkled upon contact, resting his head on your shoulder as he turned his attention back to the television. 

But somewhere in between the little kisses that you showered him with for the next ten minutes, Jay couldn’t help but turn you around to face him, cupping your face and looking straight into your eyes, “Okay what is it that you want to tell me?” 

“Nothing…!” 

“Then why are you being so…loving today?” He asked, genuinely confused by now. 

“Why do you think it’s weird for your girlfriend to love you?” 

“You know that’s not what I’m asking,” He stated as matter of factly. 

“It’s just…I don’t know…in case you’re feeling a little lonely…” 

He stared at you for a while, then burst into laughter at the realization of where all this was coming from, “That’s it? The insta live?” 

You shrugged, “I was kinda going through the comments on your live…and so many of your fans sent me DMs after asking me to treat you better…” 

“Aw, that’s nice of them,” He said cheekily. 

“Yeah but you keep looking at me weird when I’m tryna be all romantic and shit!” 

“It IS weird!” He laughed. 

“Fine,” You replied with a pout, climbing off his lap. 

“Hey come back here…!” He exclaimed, obviously enjoying this as he pinned you down. For once he had the upper hand, and he wasn’t going to let this go easily. 

By now you had completely given up, avoiding his eyes as he laid atop you, looking at you almost teasingly. 

“So you were worried, that’s cute,” He taunted. “You’re a softie after all.” 

“Shut up,” You said, rolling your eyes at him. “If you’re not appreciating it then let me go.” 

“Of course I appreciate it, you’re just not letting me show you that I do,” He said, wriggling his brows at you to which you merely rolled your eyes at him. “Damn I should’ve captured this on an insta live…”