#i feel a little left out i just found out that the movie was released in january um 🤡

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you guys I just finished watching "missing" and it was SOOOOOO GOOD WTF LIKE my expectations was low- I only watched it bc many people hyped it up on tiktok and I CANNOT BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO WATCH THE MOVIE

[sexlapis]

[◉°] … Y/N & TOJI BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT… 537k views

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꩜ actor! toji x actress! reader

⤷ synopsis : you & toji deny the dating rumours, but you’re both being a little bit too comfortable with each other for your relationship to be just “platonic”.

sfw, fluff, toji is a little ooc <3

. art credits to deltapork on twitter

.. inspired by this post

… part 2, part 3, part 4

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꩜ first clip

you & toji are in an interview, one to promote the upcoming release of the action movie you both star in where you’re the main love interest. it is bound to be a huge success, judging by the interest and how everyone loves the chemistry you and toji have both in and out of film!

the interviewer asks you a question and while you’re responding you can feel someone staring at you. you turn to your left where toji is sitting, and he has his eyes dead set on you, not looking away for one second. you turn your focus back to the interviewer to continue answering, but you can’t help but turn back and see that he is still staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you repeat this a few times before cutting off your own sentence with a giggle and covering your face with your hands.

toji chuckles in confusion, looking at the interviewer and then back at you, bewildered. “what-whats so funny?”

you look at toji with your hands still covering your face. “toji, i can’t concentrate when you look at me like that!”

toji tilts his head, swiftly shifting his chair in your direction and leans closer to you, practically nose to nose at this point. “like what?”

“like that!” you laugh, covering your hot face once more as he and the interviewer laugh at your actions.

the interviewer chimes in. “i do have to say, your eyes can be quite intimidating..”

“see?!” you say to toji and then look to the interviewer. “thank you.”

toji huffs and just looks at you. and you look back at him with a small grin on your face.

you speak. “as i was saying…”

you repeat your response to the question and toji exaggeratedly stares at you and you attempt to ignore it (and fail).

꩜ second clip

this was a behind the scenes clip, where your cast member is speaking about his characters relationship with the other main characters but sadly for him, that is not where the viewers’ attention was.

in the background, they see toji sitting on a couch looking at his phone and then you walking into frame. toji looks up from his phone, and if you look very closely, he can be seen smiling at you. you walk over and plop down on the couch right next to him. you both talk to each other for a few moments, faces close together and then you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking what appears to be a nap. toji, moving as slowly as he can, takes a blanket that is already on the couch and drapes of over you. you snuggle closer to him, prompting toji to rest his head on top of yours. he does just that.

꩜ third clip

during an interview with you and the cast members, including toji, in front of a live audience, you somehow found yourselves on the topic of the types of cars you all have. you then remember how toji had told you about a motorcycle he owned, but you forgot which kind.

“i think i wanna ride on toji’s..motorcycle! i think-”

you hear the audience laugh and hear a few wolf whistles and you turn to your fellow actors, who are also laughing, especially gojo. you seem confused, but then you think back to what you said a second ago and feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“oh, no no nonono-” shaking your head vehemently, “that is not-”

“toji’s motorcycle eh?” gojo teases while raising his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers, which only encourages the mockery and your desire to punch him.

you cover your face with your hand and sigh. “oh my god.”

while everybody in the room makes fun of you, you look to the left to see toji’s reaction and the camera pans to his smug smirking face.

“i mean i’m free friday night so..” he trails off, winks at you and the audience goes crazy and you shove your face in your hands.

“forget i even said anything!”

꩜ fourth clip

you and toji were recording a little vlog like video for the fans, talking about what it was like on set when you get onto the subject of what working with the other cast members is like.

“yeah gojo’s is pain in the ass.” toji states and shakes his head, fondly almost. “never stops running that big mouth ‘a his.”

spits of laughter fall from your mouth at his frankness. “uhh..yeah that’s true, gojo if you see this don’t be offended!”

“yeah we still like you we just..wish you’d shut the fuck up more often.”

“toji!” you gasp and slap his chest, “you’re no spring chicken either you know.”

toji scoffs and looks at you with a raised brow. “yeah, you’re a handful yourself.”

“what? no i’m not!” toji tilts his head and blinks. “everyone says i’m great to work with. you’re such a liar.” you roll your eyes with a laugh.

toji chuckles and moves closer to you on the sofa, and leans towards your face. “no ‘s alright. i have big hands.” he places a kiss on your cheek.

“ew, you’re so corny!” you lean away and wipe away his kiss, trying not to smile and look flustered.

꩜ fifth clip

this was a big day for y/n x toji lovers, when a movie you were both in won an award. now, neither of you were the main characters, but the fans made sure to make you both the most popular ones.

while the director is accepting the award, fans zoomed in on you and toji standing near the back of the group of cast members, where you’re tearing up and trying not to cry. you’re wiping your tears and toji looks at you and does a double take when he realises that you’re crying. he looks down at you and hugs you from the side, which makes you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. toji accepts this invitation and full on hugs you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back.

꩜ sixth clip

toji posts workout videos on his instagram stories. they’re mostly of him lifting weights and they’re rare, so fans cherish them.

and then theres a short video of you laying on top of toji’s back while he does pushups like it’s nothing. you’re smiling, spreading your arms out like you’re flying. toji suddenly starts going fast as fuck, making you bounce and almost fall off. you gasp and start hitting the back of his head while the person recording starts to laugh (most likely gojo).

you fall off toji’s back and lay on the floor like a starfish. the camera pans to a proud looking toji before you kick his face.

a/n: thank u for reading ^_-

[cal-flakes]

hi lover!! can we see dealer!rafe teaching innocent!reader how to do a bump pretty please 😋😋 my fav trope!!!

yes yes yes yes you fuckin’ can my love. (not proofread i apologise i am a sleepy girl rn)

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— “you lost or somethin’?” a smug voice appeared behind you, causing you to flinch in fright, lost in your own mind. you peered up at him, all glossy lipped and doe eyed, just like he expected. “oh— rafe! sorry, i was jus’ seeing if i left my charger in here” you explained, a sweet smile gracing your face. his brows furrowed, yet his shoulders relaxed, simply unable to keep up the intimidating act while you beamed up at him the way you did.

“and why would it be in here?” he questioned further, eyes narrowing slightly while a smirk tugged at his lips. “oh no— i mean, i didn’t leave it in here, but sarah said she might’ve let you borrow it or something?” your grin faltered slightly, picking up on the undertone of annoyance in his voice.

it wasn’t that rafe was scary— well, he was, but he made an effort not to scare you. how could he? his sister friend who always showed up in sweet little dresses, neatly styled hair, perfected makeup. the last thing he wanted was to scare you, if anything he wanted to know more. unbeknownst to rafe, you were just as intrigued— ogling him over the kitchen island when he came back to tannyhill late at night, interrupting your and sarah’s girly nights in. always offering to help whenever he seemed stressed.

taking a step back, he reached into his bedside drawer with ease, pulling out a familiar bedazzled iphone charger. “m’messin’ with you kid, y’mean this charger?” he chuckled, watching carefully as you let out a quiet, shaky breath before quickly regaining your smile. “that’s the one! thanks rafe!” you giggled, taking the item from his hands before heading for the door. “y’know, why don’t you stay for a bit? spend some time w’me? she’s got you all to herself all the time”

your hand retracted from the door immediately as the words left his mouth, though mentally scolding yourself for seeming so eager. “well— i’m sure she wouldn’t mind, just for little while”

— before you knew it, hours had passed, the only noise in the house being the movie rafe had picked as well as your giggles. you’d found yourself laying down on his bed, head resting on his knee as he lay against the headboard.

“y’look tired doll, y’okay?” he hummed, resting a lazy hand on your cheek as you released a surprised yawn, not wanting him to think you were getting bored. “jus’ a little, s’okay though, i can stay up a bit longer..” you spoke softly, turning over to face him now.

“i’ve got somethin’ that can help” he stated nonchalantly, reaching again into his bedside drawer, this time pulling out a not-so bedazzled baggy. your brows knitted together. “whas’at?”

“you trust me?” he tested, cocking an eyebrow as he sat up slightly. “course’ i do rafe” you smiled naively, watching as he opened the bag, tapping it gently as he poured out a small pile onto the back of his thumb. “this, is everything you need”

his other hand beckoned you forward till you were within his reach, carefully pulling you into his lap, legs slotted beside his as you tugged at the hem of your dress, doing your best to cover up. “now, your gonna close your other nostril, and sniff up— hard, m’kay? you listenin’ baby?” he instructed, tapping your jaw slightly as if you bring you back into the room, noticing the vacant look in your eyes as they stared at him in awe. “mhm”

swiftly, rafe pressed his hand to the back of your head as his other came up to your nose, guiding you through it as the grainy powder made its way up your nose, an unfamiliar feeling that only made your eyes water. “s’okay doll, it’ll hit you in a second alright?” he cooed, using the same hand to wipe away the pools building in the corners of your eyes before pulling you further into him.

“not just sarah’s little friend after all, huh kid?” he smirked, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest for a moment as you both waited for the high.

[flemingsfreckles]

Best Friend’s Sister

Jessie Fleming x Charles!Reader

Synopsis: just as the title says, classic best friend’s sister fic, except your little sister is more protective over Jessie than she is you.

Warnings: suggestive comments, mentions of sex, language

WC: 2.6k

A/N: hi I’ve been trying to write some shorter stuff, if anyone has requests for some small 1-2k fics they’d like to see feel free to send them my way.

“You single Jessie?”

“Oh my god, leave her alone.” You feel your sister come up from behind you, her hand clasping over your mouth.

You had just moved back to London after spending a few years in school over in America, meaning you were finally back to annoying your younger sister Niamh.

“I’m so sorry. Please ignore her.” Niamh leans over your shoulder sending her roommate an apologetic look.

“Oh, she’s fine, I promise.” Jessie waves off your sister and Niamh releases her hand on your mouth. You can’t help but notice the way Jessie smiles and her cheeks tint pink.

You sister had invited you over to catch up and while you knew she lived with Jessie and you had heard all about the midfielder, you hadn’t really gotten to ever speak to her or gotten to know her. When you were greeted by brown eyes and a face dotted with freckles instead of your sister's paler skin and blue eyes, you had a sudden infatuation with the Canadian. She was beautiful, but you couldn’t say that, you hardly knew if she was single, let alone gay, but you were determined to find out.

The more time you spent with her, the more you poked and prodded at her personal life, which wasn’t easy, she tended to keep to herself most of the time. Each time you visited, you became more and more bold with your comments and questions until finally you were outright complementing the woman.

“You’re really pretty, you know that Fleming?” You said over your shoulder as you made your way out of their apartment, your sister out of earshot.

“What?”

“You heard me.” You say as you grabbed your keys and headed out the front door after spending the afternoon at your sister’s place. You were hoping you left a confused Canadian standing in the kitchen thinking about you. And you had, you just didn’t quite know it yet but Jessie had started to develop her own little crush on you, the more you flirted and teased her, the more she fell.

The longer you were in London, the more and more you found yourself growing close to your sister’s best friend. The closer you grew to her, the more your crush blossomed. You came over often, for dinner, to play games, or watch movies. It was nice, getting to finally spend regular time with your sister again and you definitely didn’t mind an excuse to see Jessie.

One evening the three of you were sitting on the couch playing Mario Kart, which pretty much consisted of you beating Jessie and Niamh pretty handily each round. Niamh had gotten up between races to grab some snacks.

“Hey, would you be able to look at my bed?” Jessie turns to you on the couch, poking your shoulder.

“Why?”

“I think it’s broken?” She says as if she’s not sure if it’s broken or not.

“Damn, didn’t know you were seeing anyone, good for you breaking beds, you don’t strike me as that type.” You send her a wink and a smile.

“No no no,” Jessie immediately is waving her hands, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “It’s not like that.”

“No? Not into wild crazy sex?” You try to bite back the smirk asking to crawl across your face. You had found with your new developing crush, you had also developed an interest in winding up Jessie, just to see her cute, panicked responses.

“I- uh”

“Hey!” You hear Niamh shout at you from the kitchen. “Leave her alone.”

“I’m teasing, you don’t have to answer that.” You smile at Jessie placing your hand on her bent knee. “I’m happy to look at it.”

“I threw my suitcase from my trip on it a little too hard I think, it’s now slanted, Niamh suggested you look at it, said you’re good with that stuff.”

“Yeah Niamh would know I’m good with that stuff, I was always fixing stuff she broke around the house when we were kids and she wanted to practice passes in the hallway.”

“Hey you broke plenty of stuff too!” Niamh says as she comes back over to the couch, she stands before the two of you, giving your hand a stare causing you to realize it’s still resting on Jessie’s knee. You quickly pull your hand back, placing it in your own lap and Niamh sits down placing herself between you and Jessie.

After a couple more laps of what you considered easy victory and embarrassing defeat of Jessie and Niamh, the three of you put on a movie which has Jessie falling asleep on the couch within minutes.

You feel yourself starting to doze off as well causing you to stand up from the couch.

“Tell her I’ll stop by to fix her bed tomorrow.”

The next evening you let yourself into their apartment with the key Niamh lent you and are immediately hit by the smell of garlic and herbs coming from the kitchen. You wander through the entryway to see Jessie at the stovetop, stirring a pot.

“Hey.” You say, not wanting to startle her.

“Hi.” The way she smiles over at you nearly has your knees weak, a warmth spreading through your chest.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Cooking.”

You hum in acknowledgment, moving into the kitchen to where she was.

“Did you invite me over just to wine and dine me Fleming?”

“Maybe I did.” She says matter of factly, giving you a quick grin. “But I also seriously need help with my bed frame.”

“Where’s she at?” You nod in the direction of your sister's room.

“Not here.” Jessie says, a suspicious smile on her face as she turns back to face the stovetop.

“Huh, so it’s just us?”

“Just us.” Jessie repeats. You quickly find yourself moving in her direction, putting yourself behind her, leaning up against the granite island in the middle of the kitchen. Jessie turns down the burner before turning to look up at you, stepping closer so her body is nearly flushed to yours. She looks up at you, wide eyed, her tongue poking out to wet her lower lip.

“Jessie.” You say, almost warning her, she knew what she was doing, putting herself in this close proximity, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“You know we shouldn’t.” Jessie whispers, just loud enough to fill the tiny space between the two of you. Her eyes betray her as you notice the way she stares at your lips between words.

“I know, but maybe that’s why I want to.” It was half true, first and foremost you found Jessie to be extremely attractive and smart and something about her charmed you, her shy demeanor mixed with her confidence. The other half of you, the sibling in you, wanted to piss off Niamh. She had always been the golden child of the family. Professional athlete, good student, you often felt average in comparison.

Plus if the beautiful girl you were looking down at wanted to kiss you, you certainly weren’t going to stand in the way of that. You knew you had started developing feelings, you weren’t sure if she had as well, but the way she smiled at you, found herself at your side, would text you nearly every day about whatever thoughts popped into her mind, you had an inkling she felt similarly.

“I want to too.” She says.

“Say stop and I’ll stop.” You whisper, giving Jessie plenty of time to make a decision. You let your hand slowly come up to her cheek, tilting her chin up slightly in your direction. You give her one last look, down to her lips then back up to her brown eyes before closing your own and leaning in.

Your lips meet hers in a sweet kiss, lasting only a second before you pull back at the sound of the front door opening. You and Jessie give each other identical wide eyes stares. She quickly turns around, giving her attention to the pot on the stove and you turn back, beginning to put away clean dishes that had been drying. Part of you wants to giggle when your sister comes around the corner but the other half of you likes having a little secret so you compose yourself as you put away a stack of plates.

“I didn’t know you’d be over.” Your sister says, you look over at her, an unassuming expression on her face.

“I told you I’d be coming back to help Jessie fix her bed, she asked last night but then someone” you point over your shoulder to Jessie “fell asleep on the couch before I could look at it.” You defend your own presence to your sister who just rolls her eyes at you. The three of you stand in the kitchen, Niamh watching and you and Jessie occupy yourselves with your tasks.

“How was your appointment?” Jessie says, thankfully breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over the kitchen.

“Oh good.” You zone out as your sister begins to chat to Jessie, discussing her appointment and various other training and team related things that quite frankly were of no interest to you.

Jessie finishes up cooking, plating food for all three of you before you sit down at the table. The three of you eat and you offer to clear plates once everyone has finished. Niamh excuses herself off to bed, saying she had gotten up early and was exhausted.

“Want me to look at the bed? Maybe you can actually sleep there instead of the couch tonight.”

“The couch was comfortable.”

“Whatever you say.” You follow Jessie down the hall past your sister's room and into Jessie’s. The slant in her bed is so obvious you giggle upon seeing it.

It takes about half an hour but you finally upright the Canadian’s bed. “Should be good to go, hop on, make sure it’s alright.”

“I think you should also test it, you know, since you fixed it.” You watch as she scoots herself over to one side of the bed before patting the space next to her. You look between her and her hand, squinting, questioning her intentions by inviting you into her bed after you had just kissed in the kitchen.

You follow her request, climbing in to lay next to her. Jessie slides herself back in your direction, putting her body against yours and her head ever so slightly resting on your shoulder.

“Close your eyes.” Jessie says, tilting her head up to look at you. “That’s the only way to test it fully.”

“Whatever you say Fleming.” You close your eyes, feeling yourself relax into the pillow under your head. You feel Jessie shift against you and then you feel her lips press against the side of your cheek. You can’t help the grin that comes across your lips as she pulls back and rests her head more firmly on your shoulder, one arm coming across your stomach to rest.

You’re woken up by an aggressive tug on your sweatshirt, pulling you from the comfort of the bed you were in and the warmth from the body beside you. Before you know it you’re against the hard wall of the hallway, your sister's bright blue eyes staring harshly into yours.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She empathizes her words, pushing you hard against the wall as she questions you.

You’re still in a sleepy haze, blinking rapidly to figure out what exactly your sister was going on about. “What?”

“Why are you in her bed?” Niamh is whispering but her tone tells you she is pissed off. That’s when it sets in, you must have fallen asleep next to Jessie, in her bed, in her room, in her shared apartment with your sister.

“I helped her fix it and then, I don’t know.”

“You cannot put yourself in her bed just because you have a crush.”

“Niamh.” You try to get through to your sister but she’s too focused on the fact that she found you in her best friend's bed she won’t listen.

“No, you’re my sister and that’s my roommate and my best friend, you can’t push yourself on her just because you can’t handle your little crush and Jessie is too fucking nice to tell you off.”

“I didn’t push myself on her Niamh, Jesus.”

“So what then? You’re claiming she invited you into her bed?”

“I sort of did.” You hear Jessie’s voice, causing you and Niamh to quickly turn your heads in her direction. Jessie stood in the doorway, eyes daring between yourself and your sister and where Niamh’s hands still held you hard to the wall. “Niamh, I’m sorry, I should’ve said something sooner. I just, I didn’t know how.”

You watch as your sister's gaze softens unexpectedly. “Oh.” Is the only word that comes from her mouth but you feel the grip on your sweatshirt begin to loosen.

“Are you two, like, together?”

You glance at Jessie who shares a unsure look in your direction.

“Uh.” You don’t want to overstep.

“We’re uh.” Jessie looks at you and to the floor.

“We haven’t gotten to that conversation yet.” You finally say, a tight lipped smile across your face knowing Niamh probably wouldn’t be happy with that answer.

“Oh, but you’re sleeping together?” Niamh’s hands drop from your collar.

“No.” You and Jessie both are quick to blurt out before looking at each other.

“No, not like that. I mean yes we were asleep together, but that was the first time and we were just sleeping. We haven’t, we aren’t, uh, yeah.” You suddenly feel shy discussing the topic in front of you sister and Jessie,

“Okay.” Your sister brings one hand up to pinch her forehead between her thumb and forefinger. “Jessie, can you give us a second?”

“Yeah, of course.” She steps back into her room and closes the door leaving you and Niamh in silence in the hall.

“Look Niamh I would’ve told you. I just didn’t know what was going to happen.” You try to explain yourself before your sister cuts you off, her uptight tone returning.

“If you hurt her, I swear, I’ll put my fucking hands on you.”

“Niamh.”

“No, let me speak, she’s the nicest, most genuine person I know, and if you so much as corrupt one tiny cell in her body, I will have it out for you. She’s not someone you can just mess around with and then move on, not her.”

“Hey, shouldn’t you be having this conversation with her, not me, I’m your sister, you should be protecting me.” You throw your arms out, not understanding why your sister is so worried about you.

“Well no offense, I’ve seen your track record. I’m more worried about her getting hurt, not you. So I apologize for wanting to make sure you don’t keep her around just long enough to get laid so you can lose interest.”

“God Niamh, that was years ago, I was a teenager and stupid. I’m not like that anymore.” You knew your sister was right. You had been careless with girls when you were younger, you had liked the chase, when the chase was over, you would lose interest and move on to chasing another girl, this process repeated itself through your late teens eventually stopping a couple years ago when you finally realized the chase was not all that it was made up to be. You wanted serious, you wanted long term, and now you wanted Jessie.

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“I don’t know, but let me prove it. We're not even together yet Niamh but I’m going to treat her right, I promise. Let me prove I can be good for her.” You hold out your pinky to your sister, something that the two of you did as kids to make promises. You never broke and pinky promise and neither had Niamh.

Niamh took a second, looking between your outstretched pinky and your face. “Fine, I’m trusting you.” She looks at your face before bringing her hand up to link her pinky with yours.

“Thank you, you won’t regret it, and neither will she.” You give Niamh a quick wink before releasing your pinky before heading through the door of Jessie’s room, leaving your sister rolling her eyes behind you.

[redcoralpot]

Tougher Than Nails - Mike Schmidt X M!Reader

Warnings/Details: NSFW content, implied substance abuse, alcohol, cowboy!reader, hankie/cowboy hat code.

Summary: Mike goes to a bar downtown in hopes of getting his mind off of court, but instead finds something much healthier.

A/N: Everyone should thank my boyfriend for this idea; he's always the one that reminds me that I am technically a 'cowboy'. He saves a horse very often.

Word Count: 1.8K

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Bars weren’t really Mike’s thing. Any alcohol he’s ever had tasted like crap, and becoming an alcoholic would just be another check on Aunt Jane’s list to prove to the court that he wasn’t suitable for custody. Hell, he swore her perfume was still clinging onto his nose hairs, and all he wanted to do was escape her. Escape reality, too. Mike remembered when his father used to do just that after Garret disappeared, drowning himself in the bitter liquid at night, his speech slurred. That’s why he was here, at a bar in downtown Afton, while Maxine stayed with Abby. He was desperate.

The building was crowded, delightful chatter and jazz music filling the air. Lights were strung along the wooden walls, narrowly dodging the black and white photos hanging by themselves. More customers squeezed in behind him; Mike frantically searched for any open spot in the room. Hallelujah– a single stool was left vacant near the serving counter, and Mike shuffled into it, shoulders tense. The bartender seemed to notice his presence, as she leaned towards the man, still shaking another person’s drink. 

“You’re a new face,” she rattled, “may I see your license?”

Mike fumbled with his wallet, sliding the card for her to see, “Uh, sure.”

“Right, you’re all clear; would you like to open a tab?”

A man cut in before he could answer, and for the first time, Mike got a good look at the person sitting beside him, “Just add whatever he orders to mine, Molly.” 

She shrugged, the key hanging from her left pocket jingling, “Easier for me.”

You chuckled, the brim of your hat covering your eyes. It was decorated with embroidery and leather, complimenting your purple button up shirt, though that was partially hidden by a black vest. Two hankies hung out of your back, left pocket, similar to Molly’s keychain. One was rust colored, but the other was a complimentary gray; Mike thought it was an interesting stylistic choice. 

“I’ll just have a beer, thanks.”

As the bartender turned, scribbling in a notebook, you inquired, “So, what’s a fine boy like you doing ‘round these parts?”

Mike grabbed the foaming beer that was placed in front of him, “I live nearby.”

“That’s not the only reason, is it?”

He hesitated to answer, instead choosing to take a long sip of the beverage. It burned down his throat, the flavor making his lips curl and his head a little more dizzy. Somehow, it loosened his will, and he found his lips moving without his permission. Your energy was just hypnotizing; he felt himself being pulled in.

“Needed a break from stress,” Mike admitted, picking at the glass’ label.

You cocked your head to the side, your hat tipping upward, “Just ‘cause you’re in a hole, doesn’t mean you gotta keep digging. Alcohol isn’t the cure to what you’re feelin’.”

“What am I supposed to do? Not even my medicine works anymore.”

“I go here for stress relief too,” you assured, downing a shot, “but not necessarily for the drinks.”

Your hand hovered over the small of his back, looking at him for consent. When he didn’t move away, you settled your fingers there, feeling a shiver run through Mike’s body. Some of the previous tension released from his shoulders, and he almost leaned back in relief. Many of the customers in this bar were paired with the same sex, unlike most of the movies he’d seen that included the subject. So, he supposed it wouldn’t look too weird if he did.

You elaborated, “People can be cruel, can’t they, sweetheart? Comin’ to a place like this, where everyone’s like me in some way or another, is a damn good bonus.”

“Like you?”

“Y’know,” you gestured to your handkerchiefs, “queer and such.”

He paused, “Ah.”

“You didn’t know this was a boy bar?”

Mike replied, “I kinda just looked up the closest bar to my house.”

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“Good to know.” Your hand fell away from his back.

He almost chased it. Mike liked the feeling, the weight of your fingers pressing into such an intimate spot. However, he wasn’t tipsy enough for that, and controlled himself. He watched as you spoke to Molly, the lady’s eyes flicking towards him and back, and you slipped her the money needed to cover the tab. You tipped your hat towards Mike, a respectful way to put distance between you, before disappearing into the suffocating crowd. Molly side eyed him, sweeping away his bottle, before leaving as well. Mike swallowed, pulling loose skin from his bottom lip with his teeth. It was now, or never– perhaps alcohol wasn’t the only way, after all. You were right. 

Mike could still see the very top of your hat swerving above the crowd, and he trailed after it to the best of his ability. A random girl almost elbowed him in the face, and he was sure his shins would be bruised after tonight. Your shadow was reflecting in the glass door, growing fainter and fainter as you walked further away, your hips swaying. Mike pushed it open, the vision dissolving, and cold air stung his cheeks. The moon reflected off of car hoods, the only way he was able to see where he was running. His hand reached out and grabbed your arm, as you flinched.

Mike’s ears were red, probably from the alcohol, and you stared at him, “What’re you doing?”

“I don’t know,” was the only answer you got before your collar was jerked forward.

Your lips crashed violently with his; your teeth clicking as he struggled to pull you closer. Mike was still fisting your shirt as you brought your hands to cup his jaw and the back of his neck, trying to gentle the kiss. 

You mumbled against his mouth, “Better not be some experiment of yours, pretty boy.”

“Nope,” he whispered, the aftertaste of whiskey on his tongue.

His back hit the side of your car, and his hands moved from your collar to swinging his arms around your neck. Your knee found its way in between Mike’s thighs, pressing against his crotch, and his groan was swallowed by your lips. Mike whined when you trailed down, aiming instead for his neck. Dark marks and bites soon decorated the pale flesh, his blood dripping a contrasting splash of color. 

Tugging on his earlobe, you challenged, “Gonna come back to my place?”

Mike doubted he ever agreed to something so quickly.

The drive was long, too long in his opinion. Though, it was most likely only fifteen minutes, at most. Mike didn’t even have to walk up the driveway to your cabin; his legs were locked around your hips as you carried him through the door and up the stairs. He ground his groin against you, searching for any possible friction. You tossed him onto your bed, unbuckling your belt, holding it taut. The man in front of you wiggled back and spread his legs to make room for you. You snickered at how willing Mike was, considering his hesitation when you first met.

You regularly kept lube on the bedside table, just to be prepared for when you brought men home from the bar. However, this one was different in a way you had trouble putting into words, other than positive. His thighs shook as you massaged the liquid into his hole, a hand covering his mouth to prevent you from hearing his noises. Ah, now that wouldn’t do, would it?

In response, you tugged his hand off of his mouth, “Lemme hear you.”

Such pretty sounds from a pretty mouth, it was truly a shame. When Mike immediately went back to covering them up, you slid your fingers out of him, instead reaching for your abandoned belt. His eyes trailed after your hands as they bound his wrists together in front of him, almost akin to handcuffs. Mike couldn’t see much of your expression after your head dipped down, only the shit-eating grin playing on your lips. Of course, that was before you took your hat off by the crown and placed it firmly on his head, though it was a tad too big for him.

“Why don’t you keep that safe for me, sweetheart?”

For a second, Mike was confused. Keep it safe? Just what were you planning on doing? He felt a grip on his waist, right before his world spun around him, and the positions were practically reversed. The guard was now sitting on top of you, or more so your crotch, his thighs caging in your hips. Mike’s hair was disheveled and the light on the ceiling created a sort of halo around him, and fuck, did you think he was pretty. Only a few select people had ever gotten to wear your hat, and you could confidently say that he was the most beautiful in it.

You unbuttoned your jeans, letting your cock slip through the opening, “You ready?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

You had a grip on his waist again, slowly guiding him down. You didn’t thrust, didn’t force him to go fast, and allowed him his proper time to adjust, “How’s that feelin’?”

“G-good,” he shuddered, precum leaking from his tip, “think ‘m ready.”

“You haven’t seen the brunt of it yet, boy!” You grunt, thrusting the rest of you inside, brushing against Mike’s prostate. 

The man on top of you moaned, and the sound was so uncharacteristically loud that even he seemed surprised by it. Mike leaned down, resting his tied fists on your chest in order to keep his balance. His sweat dampened your collarbones, his drool smearing on your neck, and the pathetic excuse of a guard tried leaving kisses over the areas he could reach. You soon found a rhythm to your thrusts; groans were punched out of your throat on their own.

Mike could feel heat rushing through his brain, bringing tears that stuck to his eyelashes, covering any thoughts or hesitance he may have had before. That wasn’t enough for it– it spread like wildfire down his body, down to where your fingers were leaving bruises, and down to his red, leaking dick. Something deep was brewing inside of him, nothing he’s felt since his hormonal teenage years. Hell, he didn’t even have time to process it when you kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear that he’s such a needy slut; it exploded.

When he finally came to, he could feel his thighs twitching and your heaving, sticky abs below him. His eyelids felt heavy, and all he wanted to do was stay there with you. You were rubbing circles into his back, attempting to pull out, but a grumble from Mike made you stop. In fact, you were saying things, but it sounded muffled and far away. He took great comfort in your voice, no matter what you were talking about. It was getting farther and farther away, yet still managed to follow him into his dreams. For the first time since the incident with Garret, he did not have a nightmare. 

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

In your last post you said about Klaus getting turned on by watching the reader eat?

Could we have more on/about that in a separate one-shot if you have the time? 💕

One More Bite -Klaus M.

I combined this request with another one I had gotten in my PM’s for Klaus’ mate giving him a blowjob when he’s in his wolf form, so fair warning on that.

If that is something that the original requester isn’t okay with and you don’t want to read this, send me another request and I’ll write something else for you as I understand you may not want to read something like this because it’s for such a specific kind of reader I assume (even though I am one of those readers).

Warning: Severe Warning on this fic! This fic contains Smut while our favorite Hybrid is in his wolf form! Blow-Job warning! Klaus becoming aroused by watching his Mate eat food. Also brief mentions of a school shooting when talking about the Scream movie series.

Sitophilia: Arousal involving food

Don’t Like=Don’t Read

Dead Dove:Do Not Eat!

Klaus has no clue where it came from.

It started when he was in Alarics body in the lunch room, watching over his Doppelgänger and her friends was proving entertaining to him…until he saw her. Y/n was a friend of theirs that didn’t seem to be all that involved in their Supernatural affairs, blatantly ignoring them as they spoke about the immortal Hybrid that sat 2 tables away possessing their History teacher.

She was a beautiful girl, one of the sweetest the 1000 year old man had ever seen, he swore it was true with how kind and naive she seemed to be. Klaus felt the need to protect her and ensure her safety, swearing to himself he would leave her out of all of this but just as he was about to leave the lunchroom he found himself captivated by her once more. It took a bit too long to notice that he was staring at the girl as she ate her lunch.

Klaus had never really been fascinated by watching someone eat before and it was an odd thought all together, but he couldn’t deny his enjoyment at watching her…he also couldn’t deny the raging erection in his pants that he willed away as strongly as he could as he wasn’t in his pants or his body and he was Not dealing with that!

He had gone to the front office later that day, finding her file and reading as much about her as he could. Her name was Y/F/n, she was on the honor roll with mostly all A’s and a few B’s, he found her address as well as the fact that she is emancipated and living in that apartment alone. He looked more into that, finding out that her parents had died a few months prior (when Damon had released the tomb vampires) and she lived on money they left as well as what she made working in a movie theater in the next town.

He found himself hating the idea of his girl being forced to work a job on top of going to school and getting amazing grades, only to come home to an apartment all alone with no family and no real friends as that Scooby Gang doesn’t seem to be very close with her. Klaus can’t explain his feelings, his attraction, or why he wants to take care of her so badly but he knows he doesn’t want her working this hard so that she can be all alone and in pain.

Klaus ditched Alarics body as soon as he was able and while his witches were dealing with the things he needed for his curse, he made his way to the next town and into the little movie theater. He walked into the theater and up to the snack counter where she was sat, reading something on her phone before jumping up as she saw him.

‘Good afternoon sir, what can I get for you to make your movie experience better?’ She asked, a smile on her face as if anyone could enjoy this job everyday. He hated seeing the dark circles under her eyes that she tried to cover with makeup, he wanted to see her in a comfortable bed, sleeping as much as she needed, wanted to watch her enjoy breakfast in bed with the knowledge that she didn’t have to go to work or school or do anything other than be with him. He found himself staring down at her as he imagined feeding her that breakfast while his cock was still buried deep inside of her cu- ‘Sir?’

‘Sorry, lost in thought there.’ He chuckled and she did as well.

‘I do it all the time, no worries. Can I get you something to eat?’ He looked as if he was considering it before responding.

‘Actually, I would love to get you something to eat.’ She looked up at him confused and he thought it was adorable. ‘Would you like to see a movie with me?’ She was shocked by this, clearly, and didn’t respond very quickly. ‘What time do you get done?’ He asked as if he didn’t know it was in 5 minutes.

‘Oh, I’m done in about 5 minutes. I have to get home and study for a test though-‘

‘Aw, let yourself relax a bit. Let me treat you to a movie, you can get whatever you want to eat, and you can pick the movie.’ The blush that spread over her face was adorable and he loved every second of it.

‘Really? Even if I pick a chick flick?’ He nodded, seeing a coworker walking out to take over her shift. ‘Okay, I want to see 5 Nights at Freddy’s…let me go get changed.’ Her smile lit up Klaus’ whole world and he smiled as he watched her walk away, her cute little ass nearly on display in the short skirt she had to wear as a uniform. Klaus only waited about 5 minutes for her to return after getting the tickets (and experiencing the man’s shocked face as he bought all the tickets in the entire theater so that they would be alone), wearing a dark tank top and fluffy pajama pants. ‘Sorry about the clothes, I was prepared to go home and get in bed.’ She explained but he waved her off.

‘Not a problem, next time I’ll wear pajamas too. I’m Nik, by the way.’ He teased, seeing her eyes light up at the idea of a second date.

‘Y/n, nice to meet you Nik.’

‘Alright, what do you want to eat?’ This was a dine-in theater, and while Klaus remembered when theaters sold popcorn, soda and candy exclusively, he found himself happy about the idea of providing his girl a good meal and getting to watch her eat it.

‘Oh, I’ll just get a small popcorn-‘

‘You just got off work, you must be hungry. Please let me get you a meal? Anything you want, if you don’t choose I’ll choose for you and I’ll be forced to feed it to you.’ He teased, wrapping his arm around her waist to test the water of how she felt about him touching her and to his surprise she leaned into his side, allowing his hand to stay on her waist. She was attracted to him too, he could practically smell it, and it made the Hybrid truly happy to know that his girl at least liked him as well.

‘Fine, okay. Hey Kyle, can I get an order of cheese fries, please?’

‘And?’ She shot him a teasing glare before rolling her eyes.

‘And a large order of chicken tenders with extra honey mustard. And since we’re bending this guys wallet, I’ll also have a large chocolate brownie milkshake-with extra chocolate sauce…I hope you like chocolate cause I won’t drink all of that, it’s huge.’ Klaus just grinned as he handed over his card. ‘Wait! You’re not getting anything?’

‘A bucket of popcorn too, please?’ He ordered and she stared at him as he paid for the wildly overpriced food. He carried the popcorn, allowing her to drizzle butter all over it along with salt before they went and found their seats, a girl bringing Y/n’s food about 10 minutes later just as the movie started.

‘I can’t believe there’s no one else in here, especially this late.’

‘Is this a popular movie?’ He asked, genuinely having no idea what it’s about. Klaus hadn’t come here with any intention of watching a movie, he just wanted to be with his girl so to him, the movie didn’t make one single fucking difference.

‘Oh yeah, it’s based on a horror game that I loved, plus Matthew Lillard is in this so I want to see it desperately. People really believe that his character is just Stu from the Original Scream a few years after he “died”. Which he 100% didn’t by the way.’ He could see how sure she was of this and enjoyed her dedicated belief to a movie she clearly loved.

‘How are you so sure he lived?’ He wondered and she turned her body to him more, ready to explain her theory.

‘Okay, so he was supposed to be the killer in the third scream movie! He was cast and everything but they had to scrap the whole plot. It was going to be based on a school shooting but that was right as Columbine happened so they changed the whole movie. Respect for them not doing that, 100%, but it proves that canonically he is absolutely alive. I don’t really get the connection to this movie, but if people believe it then why not?’ He nodded along, enjoying himself as much she seemed to enjoy these horror plots.

‘You’re a horror movie girl, aren’t you?’

‘Yup. Which is weird cause I used to be terrified of all scary movies but now I love them. We should have a horror movie marathon, clearly you haven’t seen the Scream movies and if you haven’t seen them, what else haven’t you seen?!’

‘Most of them, I’m not much of a TV watcher. I mostly just paint in my free time, I’ve seen a few though. The one in the mask who tries to kill his sister.’

‘Michael Myers, Halloween.’ She said, instantly knowing what he was talking about.

‘The Hick who has a chainsaw and wears people’s faces?’

‘Leatherface, Texas Chainsaw Massacre.’

‘The demon people, one of them has pins all over his head?’

‘Pinhead, HellRaiser. Truly an amazing movie, probably one of my favorite plot lines.’ He was amazed at how she knew every one of these from just the simple descriptions, he knew they were probably popular but it was so cute how sure and excited she was.

‘And the guy with knives for hands.’ Her eyebrows raised as he said this.

‘I’m going to assume you mean Freddy Kruger from Nightmare on Elm Street as we’re talking about horror movies and not Edward Scissorhands which is a sad movie that ripped my soul from my body. It a great movie but it’s sad as hell. Why are people so mean to everyone just because they’re different?’ He shrugged at this.

‘People will always judge what they don’t understand, especially when it’s other people. It’s always been that way.’ He knew from personal experience and Y/n seemed to hear the emotion in his voice because she reached over and took his hand in hers.

‘People suck. Cheese fry?’ She offered, holding out the box and he took one, watching as she bit into a couple as the lights went down. He was thankful for his vampire vision as he leaned back into the seat and kept his eyes on her. She was fascinated by the movie but he was fascinated by her. Klaus watched as she ate, finally getting to watch her eat a meal that wasn’t a snack in a cafeteria. The idea that he had provided his girl food, a real meal (for seemingly the first time since he first saw her 3 days ago) was satisfying to say the least. He stared as she ate her fries, her tongue peeking out every now and again to lick the cheese from her lips, causing his cock to twitch every single time. The moan that came from her as she first bit into a piece of chicken had him fully hard and completely desperate, watching as her tongue licked the honey mustard from her finger, her lips wrapping around her thumb and sucking on it with a “pop” as she pulled it from her mouth. He was so lost in his thoughts as he watched her perfect little mouth, he didn’t even hear the words that came from it. ‘Nik? You okay?’

‘Hmm? Yes! Of course, I’m great…you’re so damn gorgeous, and it’s distracting.’ Her cheeks turned red as he said this and she couldn’t hide it from him.

‘You are really sweet…please tell me this isn’t some kind of weird joke.’ As she said this his mind was ripped from his fantasies, confused as to why she would think something like that.

‘What? That’s crazy, why would you-‘

‘You walked into a movie theater without a ticket, came up to the food counter and asked me out to then buy a ticket and buy me dinner. You’re either the oddest and luckiest man in the world considering I was finished my shift when you came in, or this was planned and someone put you up to it…I’m an 18 year old girl in high school on a date with a hot dude in his 20’s…you can at least imagine why I’m a bit skeptical?’ She looked sad and he hated that he had caused it…why is this girl getting to him like this?!

‘I’m sorry that you feel the need to be skeptical of someone asking you out. I admit, I planned to ask you on a date. I saw you yesterday and I thought you were lovely so I decided to ask you out, I thought taking you to a movie after work would be a nice idea, I also thought you would enjoy relaxing and watching a movie right after your shift-‘ A look of guilt overtook her eyes as she realized how much thought he put into asking her on this date and she felt horrible instantly.

‘Oh God…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m a bitch! I-‘

‘No you’re not, relax love. It’s okay, I can see why you were questioning the situation. I want to take you out again, I enjoy you already and I admittedly enjoy feeding you.’ Her eyes widened a bit but she couldn’t turn more red than she already was.

‘Oh…okay? I-I can honestly say I haven’t heard that one before but it sounds nice to me.’ She joked as he reached out, picking up a French fry and feeding it to her, grunting as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his thumb to get the melted cheese off of his skin, taking her time a bit too much as she did this and Klaus couldn’t hold in his groan.

‘Christ Y/n, you’re going to be the death of me.’

Through the rest of their date Klaus enjoyed feeding his girl nearly all of the food he had bought her, her insisting he at least have some as well and he brought her home that night, pressing his lips to hers sweetly and deciding he liked that his girl blushed 90% of their time together.

It was 3 days later that he found out why he was so desperate for this girl more than any other in his entire lifetime.

They had been texting almost all day every day along with him visiting her daily, Klaus getting everything ready to break his curse and actually getting it done with some help from his annoying elder brother (after he tried to murder him) before running off into the forest, his wolf determined to get where he needed to be.

It was the first time in 1000 years that Klaus could hear his wolf in his head the way other werewolves could. In the almost month he had been a Hybrid 1000 years ago he had gotten used to him being there and the curse had taken that from him.

As his paws slammed against the dirt, sprinting through the forest Klaus couldn’t help but wonder where they were going and he quickly got his answer.

“Mate!” The voice he had so sorely missed, growled roughly.

“Mate?” He wondered, having heard the term before but knowing that werewolves finding their mates was extremely rare. Maybe because they were so far out of time if Klaus’ mate being alive 1000 years after his human life was an indication. “Y/n is my mate…no wonder I’m so drawn to her!” A happy feeling was bubbling up in his chest as he realized he had finally found his mate, something he had hoped could exist for him since he found out soulmates were real for wolves.

“Need Mate! Need Mate Now!” The aggressive growl was almost concerning to him as his paws slowed to a trot when he arrived at the home he had been visiting his girl in for the last few days.

“She’s going to be scared! We can’t let her see us-Stop!” He snapped, feeling stupid that he was literally shouting at himself.

“Mate Knows! Mate Not Stupid!” His wolf snarled, sounding offended by the idea that she didn’t know who he was. He scratched at the apartment door and Klaus tried to control his body, to run back into the trees and away from her when the door swung open and his Mate looked down at him in shock.

‘I have to be honest, didn’t see this coming Nik. I mean I got the whole “Nik-Klaus” thing, Elijah told us all your real name but…what exactly do you want me to do with this?’ She asked, clearly entertained by him showing up in his wolf form. He whined, scratching at the doorframe which made her chuckle. ‘Okay, you can come in Niklaus-oh, okay.’ He walked into her apartment before she was even done speaking, hopping up onto the couch and staring up at her as if waiting for something to happen. ‘I seriously thought your interest in me was a joke when I realized who you were. Damon was making fun of me for falling for it…you’re actually into me, aren’t you? Cause I figure you being here right now means either you really like me or you plan to rip me to shreds in my own home. Which is it?’ She asked him and Klaus rolled his eyes, laying his head onto her lap when she sat down beside him on the couch. ‘Oh…good…I could get used to this.’

For the rest of the evening Klaus lounged on Y/n’s couch with her, watching horror movies from the extensive list that she had made of “Horror Movies Nik Needs to Watch”. He also enjoyed once again watching as she ate her dinner, or his personal favorite, watching her eat a pint of ice cream. God, he wants her tongue on his cock so badly, which she noticed as it was on display and larger than one would expect. To her credit, she ignored it for quite a long time, pretending it wasn’t there until the voice in his head made it physically impossible any longer. He was talking about all the different ways he wanted to bend her over and fuck her tight little cunt until she was begging him to stop, practically drooling over how her tongue peeked out and licked the ice cream off of the spoon, desperate to watch her lick his cream off of his hard cock which is around the time his member began leaking onto the blanket underneath him on the couch.

‘Nik?’ She questioned and he lifted his head from her lap to look up at her, as if pretending he hadn’t been staring at her this whole time. ‘Do you need help?’ He tilted his head as if asking her what she meant…she couldn’t possibly mean- ‘Do you need help with your…problem? It’s distracting and it seems to be getting worse.’

At this moment Klaus is happy that he is not just a vampire, but also in his wolf form and unable to show her how embarrassed he is with a look on (what would now be) his completely red face. He couldn’t stop the slight whine that escaped him before jumping down from the couch and trotting over to the door, scratching the wood and waiting for her to release him. “Let Mate Help!” That aggressive voice piped up again and he tried to shove it back down.

‘I didn’t mean I wanted you to leave, I…I mean if you wanted me to, I…it would have to be really fucking private, I mean if you ever told anyone I would skin you alive!’

Klaus suddenly felt his tail come to life, wagging around behind him like crazy as he released a small “yip” sound, moving back over and hopping up onto the couch again, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

‘Ahh! It’s cold and wet!’ She was giggling and it was a sound that Klaus knew he adored from the moment he first heard it in the schools cafeteria. ‘I hope you realize that when you’re human again, I want an explanation as to why watching me eat gets you so worked up.’ She teased, moving from the couch to her knees. ‘Are all wolves cocks this big, or is it a werewolf thing?’

“Perfect Mate! Pretty, Perfect Mate! Need to Fuck Mate!” Klaus shook his head quickly as that thought came from nowhere, trying to keep his wolf from controlling anything else when suddenly his cock was enveloped into her hot mouth causing the pathetic sounding whine that exited him.

Her lips were stretched wide around his thick member as he now leaned back against the couch, wanting desperately to hold onto her hair but knowing that he can’t. He settled for one paw resting on the back of her head and couldn’t hold back the growl that burst from his chest, her tongue trailing over the head of his cock which nearly made him finish laughably fast.

You could have never convinced Klaus that this would be something that he wanted, in 1000 years the thought had crossed his mind, of course, but it wasn’t something that really got him off until now. Now, rutting into his mate was all he could think about like it was playing on a constant loop in his mind. As he looked down and saw her on her knees in front of him a content purr built up in his chest. He didn’t know how deeply he had longed for his mate, maybe if his wolf hadn’t been bound from him, he would have.

His thoughts were cut off by the choking noise that came from her as his large cock hit the back of her throat. “Perfect Mate! Perfect Little Tongue!” The growl that exploded from him made her eyes widen in fear before he was cumming in ropes into her mouth, her hand coming up to catch what leaked from her lips.

‘Fuck!’ She cursed after swallowing everything he had to give and looking up at him, as if an innocent little virgin who hadn’t just sucked his wolf cock into next year. ‘Do all werewolves cum that much?’ She giggled and he whined in response, leaning forward and licking her face. ‘I’m not doing that again until you prove how good you are in bed as a man first.’ She was teasing him but he nipped at her throat, catching the skin and watching a drop of blood rise to the surface. ‘Ow…shouldn’t you be out slaughtering innocent humans right now?’ He shook his head, which he’s sure looked like a dog shaking off the water after being in the rain. ‘But that’s what you were going to do before finding me?’ He didn’t respond to this, simply moving to lay down across her lap as she sat back on the couch. ‘It’s okay, I’ll still be here when you’re human again, go.’ He peeked up at her, from this angle the light made her look like an Angel sent from Heaven, as if a gift just for his devilish soul.

“Stay Close! Never Leave Mate! Never Again!” He really hopes that once he fucks his mate and makes her his that his wolf will calm down about her, he may be right but he’s intense.

‘Go Nik, I’ll be right here when you get back, I promise. I have nothing to do tomorrow, I will stay until you come and get me. When you do we’ll order take out and you can stare at me while I eat it.’ He sat up, making a questioning noise that he honestly didn’t know he could make. ‘I Promise.’ She insisted, jumping up and opening the back door towards the woods. ‘I won’t leave, I won’t open the door for anyone either. Get, before you get needier and decide to hump me in my sleep.’ He did as she said, leaving out the back door and taking one final look at her before he was gone, running through the woods as he had always longed for, every day of his immortal life since it was snatched away from him and for the first time in his very long life, knowing that he had someone to come back to.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 led by blind faith

pairing: harry potter x reader

warnings: smut, first time, ngl ending is rushed, use of y/n, fem reader lol sorry, p in v, unprotected sex oops, hand & blow job, first time writing smut…😭, somewhat jumps right into it, let me know if i missed anything

1.3k words ^_^

a/n: first time writing smut…so it’s not that good but the ending is cause it’s fluffy :3😭 also, false god lyrics as the titled we r cheered (i cant come up w titles so they’re always taylor inspired 🔥)

You and Harry were in your bedroom, after a few days of convincing him to come to yours during the holidays he had finally said yes.

It was 20 past 10, you were on top of him, kissing, the movie playing in the background long forgotten. Kissing was always the farthest thing you two have done, only dating for a few months.

But as the months have gone by, you have slowly been wanting more, more than kissing. nonetheless, you never brought it up to Harry afraid he would not want to go that far just few months into dating.

But now, you didn’t want to stop at just kissing, you wanted to go all the way. so now, here you were sitting on Harry’s lap, legs around his torso making out, few minutes in you started moving your hips, dry humping him.

“Mmm, Y/n, what’re you doing?” Harry said, catching his breath.

“do you want me to stop?” you said smirking knowing he probably wouldn’t want to stop, feeling him get hard beneath you.

“No, please don’t stop” Harry said whining, bringing you back into the kiss. His hands roamed your body, igniting every nerve with a tingling sensation. The soft sighs and gasps that escaped your lips mingled with the sound of heavy breathing, creating a symphony of desire.

Your movements became more urgent and rhythmic, each grind of your hips against his eliciting a low growl from Harry’s throat. The friction between your bodies sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, heightening every touch and kiss

Harry felt the tantalizing edge of release drawing near, his breaths shallow and ragged with anticipation. Just as he was on the brink, you abruptly halted, leaving him whining in frustration as the waves of pleasure ebbed away.

“Why’d you stop?” Harry’s voice cracked with need, his eyes pleading for the blissful sensation to continue a little longer.

You met his gaze with a mischievous smirk, relishing in the power you held over his pleasure. As Harry huffed in mild annoyance, your smirk deepened, knowing the effect your actions were having on him. With a deliberate movement, you peeled off your shirt, revealing a sight that made Harry’s annoyance evaporate into thin air.

Harry’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight before him, his breath hitching at the sudden rush of desire that engulfed him. The soft glow of the room cast a tantalizing sheen over your exposed skin, accentuating every curve and contour in a way that left Harry spellbound.

Without a word, Harry reached out, his fingertips tracing the outline of your bare shoulders, a silent plea for permission and affirmation. You met his touch with a subtle arch of your back, inviting him closer, igniting a primal hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface.

The air crackled with electricity as Harry’s lips found yours once again, a fervent urgency driving their movements. Every kiss was a symphony of longing and exploration, each touch a declaration of unspoken desires.

With trembling hands, Harry continued to explore the canvas of your skin, his touch tentative yet eager, as if afraid to break the spell that bound you together. But there was no turning back now, the floodgates of passion had been opened, and both of you were swept away in the torrent of raw, unbridled need.

Soon enough, you found yourself laying on your stomach, in between Harry’s legs. His pants off and left in his boxers, palming his hard on through them.

After a few seconds, you took his boxers off, his cock now in your hands, dragging your fist up and down. Loving how Harry was reacting, seeing him like this made your panties wet, embarrassingly wet.

“Please, use your mouth,” you hesitate for a moment before taking him into your mouth, exploring the length of his cock with your tongue.

His hands finding their way to your hair, pulling at it when wants you to go deeper.

"Oh fuck yes...", he moans, biting his lower lip. His cock throbs against your tongue, wanting more attention as he leans against your bed frame for support.

You take him deeper into your mouth, sucking gently on the head while your hand strokes the rest in time with your bobbing actions. “Mmm, just like that, baby...", he pants, his hips starting to move in rhythm with your mouth.

Harry’s grip in your hair tightens more, jerking his hips foward. "Please keep going... I'm close," he whines, his voice strained. "Don't stop now."

You keep going, taking him deeper into your mouth. The thought of making him cum making you eager.

Harry’s breathing is ragged now, his body trembling of pleasure. "I'm gonna cum princess...," he warns, his voice rough from need.

He groans, his hips jerking forward as he empties himself into your mouth. His hot cum fills you up, causing you to gag a little bit as he fills your mouth up, you swallow it and pull your mouth off his still hard cock, you sit up slowly.

Harry grabs your waist and pushes you down onto the bed, your legs now wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He takes off your sleep shorts and moves your panties to the side, revealing your glistening pussy.

“You’re so soaked sweetheart..” He whispers, sliding two fingers in you making you moan his name. He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slowly before taking his fingers out and putting them into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

He loved the sight of you in nothing but your panties, laying underneath him, everything about you would be just so perfect to him, it makes his stomach flutter.

“I need more, Harry, need you inside me” you panted softly, rocking your hips against his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he laughed breathily,

rolling his hips against you again, coating his cock in your already leaking juices before catching on your entrance and achingly slowly sinking into your plush walls and making you arch your back.

“I love you,” he murmured against your neck feeling your wall already fluttering around him. Pulling himself almost completely free of you but thrusts back into you lazily, setting a slow but steady pace that was driving you crazy with each stroke. “I love you so much.”

“Harry, I love you too,” you almost sobbed as your climax washed over you your walls clenching around him tightly.

“I love you more” He grinned, he gives a few more thrusts before allowing himself to fall over the edge and fill you with his warm seed.

In the quiet aftermath, a serene calm settled over the room, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your synchronized breathing. Harry’s arms wrapped protectively around you, his touch gentle and reassuring as he traced soothing circles along your back.

With whispered words of affection and reassurance, you both savored the intimacy of the moment, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. The tenderness in Harry’s gaze spoke volumes, a silent promise of care and understanding that transcended words.

As the world outside remained oblivious to the shared intimacy you had just experienced, you found solace in the cocoon of love and trust that surrounded you both. Harry’s fingers trailed lazily through your hair, his touch a soothing melody that lulled you into a state of contentment.

In that sacred space of aftercare, boundaries dissolved, and vulnerabilities were embraced. The unspoken bond between you deepened, strengthened by the shared vulnerability and tenderness of the moment.

Together, you reveled in the simple yet profound act of caring for each other, finding solace and comfort in the gentle aftermath of passion. It was in these moments of intimacy and aftercare that the true essence of your connection blossomed, a testament to the depth of your love and the unspoken emotions that bound you together.

[grumfield]

There’s a lot more to be said about this but when I was getting my master’s in media studies I focused a lot on children’s media and shit man, the state of older children’s/middle grade media is so abysmal right now it’s not even funny. There’s a lot of blame going to the Usual Suspects for why kids ages 9-12 don’t read as much but little actual attention as to how tonally transitional stories are a dying breed for the current generation of children so cut off interest in reading. The culture is essentially creating the media equivalent of not letting your kids outside to play because you’re afraid of strangers and getting mad when the kid spends all their time online.

Kids “read up” by about 3 years, meaning that a 9 year old generally wants to read books about 12 year olds, and so on and so forth. It relates to aspirational maturity and personal freedom—a lot of books with 12 year old protagonists follow characters being independent, which a 9 year old is just starting to feel they want, and are interested in exploring the dangers and themes associated with that. Percy Jackson deals with the dangers of being on the road alone, Warrior Cats is all about interpersonal politics and violence that’s easily digestible because it’s wrapped in a nice talking-animal bow.

Basically right now, if we just went off the current releases, kids are expected to go from watching Toy Story to watching adult movies with very little in-between to ease them into either, leaving this gap for when parents think a PG-13 movie is too adult while the kids feel that Toy Story is too babyish…so kids stop interacting with the narrative media and find things where they feel they’re “reading up”, which is usually found in social media spaces. No one wants to be condescended to, and the state of contemporary media has the potential to feel that way.

Media powerhouses aren’t making Secret of Nimh or Watership Down anymore, and the MG fiction scene is generally focused on family narratives skewed towards younger audiences. The film and publishing industry both do suffer from adults demanding that the stories they grew up with as kids follow them into adulthood, just exacerbating this cavernous gap. Lots of YA books feature college age protagonists now because many YA readers are adults who want “more from YA” but don’t want to read adult books because they’re afraid they’ll be boring, and as a result the subcategory has been skewing up in age. If people demand that Star Wars “get serious about the realities of war”, for the adults who grew up with the franchise, the kids are left behind behind because the subject matter gets out of their scope.

I think this has something to do with the sanitization of fiction and general cultural preoccupation with “protecting kids” from dark themes. Anyways. There’s more to be said about this I can’t articulate but people really are surprised pikachu face about kids not reading when there’s nothing they want to read.

Kids playing with Barbie dolls are often not paying Barbie goes to the mall.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

into you

Summary: After almost giving up the hope to become a big actor you get offered the leading role in a period drama, leaving you to spend three months in Scotland with your male co star Dieter Bravo and maybe falling in love with him.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.247

Rating: T

Warnings: fluff, falling in love, implied smut, kissing, really cheesy movie lines I made up, confessions of feelings, reader is in her late thirties, Dieter playing the piano

A/N: Another one for  @undercoverpena April showers challenge! What's better than a Pedro character in period clothing in the rain? Making out with him hehe

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You couldn’t sleep. 

The moon was shining hrough the window of your hotel room, an old castle in the middle of nowhere somewhere in Scotland. 

You had come here almost three months ago, having gotten the first big job of your career, the lead role in a period drama. The first lead role you ever got. The first big job you ever got. 

For years you dreamed of being a big movie star. 

Much like every young person who came to LA. 

Which had been almost twenty years ago. You had been about to quit trying for that one big role that would finally grant your your big success last year. 

By now well in your thirties (the forties getting closer and closer), not having any major success apart from some multi episode secondary character on some netflix shows in the latest years, you gave up hope that you would make it. 

Sometimes the residuals you got from playing Chandler Bing’s awkward girlfriend for two episodes almost twenty years ago on friends had been the only way to pay your rent.

You were looking into going back to school when your agent called you, talking you into going to this last audition. It had been as a favour to them that you agreed, the contracts between you and the agency already canceled towards the end of the month. 

They had always believed in you and you hated saying no to them because of that reason. 

Maybe it was you having nothing to lose that left you going into the audition and blowing them all away. Not that you thought you did until your agent called you not even twenty minutes after you went out of the audition, asking you to come back to read opposite the male lead. 

Still you didn’t let yourself getting your hopes up, walking back into the office building, back into the room you had been in before, now with an additional face smiling warmly at you. 

You didn’t know that in the next two hours your whole life would change. 

Not just because they offered you the job. 

No, It was the day you met Dieter Bravo.

Of course you knew who Dieter Bravo was. 

You had admired him since he starred in the high school drama series you definitely did not tape every episode from when you were in your teens. 

And there had been no posters of him in your room growing up, nope. 

But like almost every teen crush, it faded over the years. 

You grew up, and he did too. You knew he had won an Oscar some years back, you saw the movie in the cinema back then. 

He had made headlines after that, naming him the next big thing. 

But lately the only headlines you remembered of him had been of his drug escapades and dating life. 

So you had been a little reserved when you first met, hoping he would be professional enough throughout the audition. 

Hope you shouldn’t have had, because Dieter had turned out to be professional in every single way.

Now, after spending almost two months with him, playing opposite of him, acting that you were in love with him, you found yourself wishing he would be a little less professional. 

Groaning you sat yourself up in your bed, clicking the lamp on the bedside table on, reaching for your phone. 

2:43 am. 

Taking a deep breath and releasing a long sigh as you exhaled you let your head fall back. 

In twenty four hours you would be on a plane back to the states, already on your way to shoot your next movie, your career seemingly finally starting off now that you were starring in a movie with Dieter Bravo. 

You should be beyond happy. 

Everything you dreamed off finally seemed to come true. You had three jobs lined up that would pay more than you had made in the last ten years combined. 

Yet the thought of waking up every morning and not getting to spend the day with Dieter made it all bittersweet. 

You had spent a lot of time together since getting to Scotland to shoot this movie. Not only on set, but apart from it too. He had been here before, shooting another movie and invited you out some times, showing you around. You had dinner together almost every night be it in an restaurant he wanted to show you or in the hotel. You got to know the man behind the persona you learned he put on for the public for and over the last weeks you had found yourself falling for him. 

Your fingers cam up to brush over your lips, the lips he had kissed. 

More than once. 

In front of the camera. 

But before you went to bed tonight, he walked you to your room and he had kissed you good night. Without cameras rolling. Without people around. Just you and him. His warm hand on your cheek, your back pushed against your hotel room door as he towered over you, his other hand resting on the door behind you. 

You were out of breath when he parted from your lips, wishing you a good night, leaving you watching after him with your lips parted, your brain still trying to process that he had just kissed you, as he went down the hallway until he disappeared into his room. 

You were too giddy to sleep, getting an old sweatshirt on before you grabbed your hotel key and walked out of your room, hoping he was as sleepless as you were and downstairs where you had found him often during your stay. 

You could hear the faint sound of a piano as you entered the lobby, the night manager giving you a small smile as you walked past, following the sound. 

In the far back corner of the lobby was a piano where you found Dieter playing a melody you did not recognise. 

You had found him here before, in the beginning when you could not sleep because you were too nervous to fuck this big chance you got up. 

He told you that his art supplies hadn’t been shipped yet, and that he usually painted when he couldn’t sleep.

And so instead he played. 

And you listened, sitting next to him until you both almost fell asleep, before he walked you to your room, only to be up some hours later to shoot a movie where his character denied to be in love with your character, pushing your character away until a big dramatic scene where you would finally admit your feelings to each other. 

Sitting down on the seat next to him as he played now, you let your head fall against his shoulder, hearing him inhale as he continued to play. 

His lips brushed against your temple and you closed your eyes, just listening to his song. 

When he finished you looked up at him, his eyes were already on you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

„Couldn’t sleep?“ he asked. 

You hummed in agreement. 

„Too many thoughts in my head,“ you whispered and he nodded. One of his arms came to wrap around your back, pulling you closer against his side. 

„You wanna talk about those thoughts?“ he asked and you chuckled. 

„Don’t wanna fuck the big scene up tomorrow, well today,“ you said and he gave you a small smile. 

„If someone is gonna fuck up it’s me. You make me keep forgetting my lines,“ he winked and you felt your cheeks growing warm, remembering the many occasions Dieter had seemingly spaced out during some scenes, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t place. 

„What do you mean?“ You asked, and he sucked his bottom lip in, before he shrugged and there it was again, that expression in his face, his eyes big as he looked at you. 

„I can’t stop looking at you. You’re so talented and beautiful and kind and so damn intelligent. Sexy….,“ he winked „You just blow me away and it’s like my brain stops working when I look at you sometimes. I never really felt like this before…“ he whispered and you blinked at him. 

„What I am trying to say is, I like spending time with you. I like talking to you. I like kissing you, touching you,“ he grinned and you huffed. 

„Especially when it’s just the two of us. Last week when the director called cut when we were in bed….“ He closed his eyes, shaking his head. 

You had rushed off after finishing the scene with him, having to take care of the ache between your legs in the bathroom after spending almost six hours in bed with him, shooting numerous sex scenes.

„I wish we had been alone,“ he whispered his face getting closer to yours, his lips brushing over yours. 

„Dieter,“ you whispered, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his lips pressing against yours and you shivered. 

„Yeah?“ He asked. 

„We are alone now,“ you whispered and he nodded, before he kissed you again, deeply. 

„Would you like to have sex with me?“ He whispered and your lips twitched into a grin which he mirrored before he kissed you again. 

„Take me to your room, Dieter,“ you said, giggling when you found yourself pulled in the direction of the elevators in the next moment. 

„This is madness,“ you shook your head, the rain coming down on you without mercy, drenching your many layers of clothes. 

„Why? Why is it madness that I have fallen for you?“ Dieter asked, in character, his white shirt clinging to his chest. 

You huffed a laugh, your character in denial about the feelings not only she had, but he had too. 

„Because we are both engaged. And not to each other. We have to end this. I have to….“ You shook your head, closing your eyes, before you looked up at him. Dieter having closed the distance between the two of you, but not close enough to touch. The raindrops where running down his nose, his hair clinging to his face. 

He looked like a wet dream straight out of a Jane Austen novel.

„All these times we spend in each others arms, they don’t mean anything to you?“ He asked. 

„It was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened,“ you said, Dieter’s character seeing right through your lie. 

„Do you love me?“ He asked and you did not have to play the small smile that sneaked to your lips for only a moment before you fought it down. 

„It doesn’t matter,“ you said, turning away from him, but his hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you before you could go. 

„It matters to me. ,“ he whispered, broken, and the tone of his voice made you want to cry. 

The rain continued to fall as you gave the camera time to capture both of your faces. 

„Of course I love you,“ you finally said, looking at him over your shoulder. 

„Then stay,“ he pleaded. You began to shake your head, when he pulled you against his chest, one of his hands on your cheek, brushing your hair that stuck to your face to the side, his eyes gazing deeply into yours. 

„Stay and allow yourself to be happy,“ he said, almost begging. 

„Stay here and let me love you,“ he let his forehead fall against yours and your eyes dropped close, pictures of the night he had spend with you filling your mind, the way his forehead had rested against yours as he filled you over and over and…

You opened your eyes and Dieter’s lip twitched for a second, having caught your unintended pause.

„What about our families?“ you asked, „What about my sister? She’s in your house getting ready to marry you today,“ you asked. 

„They will understand. They have to. And if they don’t, I’ll take you away where we can live our life without the judgement of others. You’ll never have to worry for money.I love you, please be with me,“ his nose brushed against yours. 

You felt his other hand on your lower back and you gasped. 

„Then take me away,“ you whispered, feeling his smile against your lips as he finally kissed you, your arms wrapping around his broad back, fingertips brushing over his drenched clothes as he deepened the kiss. 

The first thing you realised when Dieter parted from your lips was that the rain had stopped and that it was quiet around you. Too quiet. 

Looking at Dieter he gave you a sheepish smile before you looked around, finding the crew around you looking at the both of you, Dieter’s PA holding two robes in his arms, giving you a wide smile. 

„You gonna listen when I call cut now?“ The director teased with a wide grin and you let your head fall against Dieter’s chest, mortified, but he just chuckled, before he helped you get into the robe his PA had brought over. 

„We’ll meet in an hour for the wedding scene, do not be late,“ the director reminded everyone, giving you and Dieter a longer look, and you nodded. Dieter grabbed your hand, and you looked at him. 

„Can’t wait to marry you,“ he winked and kissed you again, before you both were rushed off from the set to get ready. 

And you did actually get married. 

Seven months later.

On a beach. 

In the rain. 

Without any interruptions. 

[biblomaniac]

Supercorp headcanon:

Kara is ready to combust.

Everyday this week has been complete torment, but in a delicious way.

On Sunday, Lena wore an A-line floral dress to a brunch The Foundation hosted to promote its new Girls in STEM program.

On Monday, Lena showed up to CatCo for lunch with Kara in black slacks and a waistcoat, with a deep purple silk blouse underneath. Kara had to restrain herself from running her hand up and down the back of Lena’s blouse during their customary hug of greeting.

On Tuesday, the forest green dress Lena wore hugged her curves so well Kara couldn’t help but stare everytime she caught a glance of it across the room.

On Wednesday, a Hellgrammite started a fire in the business district that required the Superfriends help. J’onn, Lena, and Brainy stayed at the Tower as support for Supergirl, Dreamer, Sentinel, and Guardian. Four hours after the initial emergency alert, Supergirl flew into the tower through the balcony. She couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and maybe order some Chinese for dinner. But first, she had to write a debrief of her final saves from the day.

“Hey, darling. Are you ready to go?”

“Lena, hi! I’m almost—“ Kara starts to answer, but abruptly stops when she looks to the side and is eye level with Lena’s chest. “—done.”

The blue low-cut blouse Lena is sporting has left a considerable amount of cleavage exposed. Kara’s heart thunders, her face flushes, and her hand’s clench tightly to keep from reaching out to Lena. Unfortunately, the table under her grip isn’t prepared for the brunt of Kara’s Kryptonian strength, leaving two holes of twisted metal.

“…Oops.”

On Thursday, when Kara got to Lena’s penthouse, she found Lena snuggled on the couch in her National City University sweatshirt. The shirt was at least two sizes too large on Lena, giving it an oversized look. Kara’s eyes zeroed in on long, pale legs when Lena stood to greet the blonde with a hug.

After their hug, Lena moved into the Kitchen to gather snacks for their movie night. Without her heels, Lena had to tip toe to reach the Oreos on the second shelf.

“Darling, I can’t reach,” Lena huffed. When Kara turned to help, all the blood rushed to her head when she saw the former CEO’s nearly nonexistent short’s patterned with Supergirls crest.

Kara crossed the room on wobbly legs, reaching over the brunettes head to grab the Oreos, crackers, tea, and anything else from the top shelf Lena may need. If she takes a moment to glance down at her crest running along Lena’s ass and hips, well, she’ll just keep that little secret to herself.

On Friday, Lena wore black leggings and a soft white sweater to game night. Lena looked so soft and docile with her hair down, minimal makeup, and fuzzy socks. Kara couldn’t help but tuck her head into Lena’s neck, breathing in her sweet scent during their hug.

“Are you okay, darling,” Lena quietly asked as she moved one hand to cradle Kara’s head closer, while the other clutched onto strong broad shoulders.

“Fine, I’m fine. I just missed you.” Kara admitted.

“We saw each other last night, Kara.” Lena chuckled, moving to release Kara. The blonde wasn’t ready to let go, but did so anyway. Dropping her arms from Lena’s waist, Kara grabbed her hand and leading Lena to their favorite spot for game night.

On Saturday, it all finally comes to a head. The whole gang is out at Al’s Bar, enjoying the first night they’ve all been able to meet in what feels like years.

Lena looks stunning, dressed down in tight black ripped skinny jeans, a red crop top, brown leather jacket and black pumps. Their table had been crowded, and Lena made the executive decision to sit in Kara’s lap to “save space” for M’gann, who would be joining their group after her shift.

The drinks had been flowing steady all night, leaving everyone at least a bit tipsy. Kara had even indulged herself with an Aldebaran Rum and Coke. She sips slowly, remembering how it felt to be drunk the last time she had this drink. Lena’s proximity plus the alcohol is a heady combination.

By the time Kara is halfway through her drink, her left arm has snaked across Lena’s stomach, open palm holding the brunette close to her chest, while her right hand alternates between Lena’s thigh and her cup. Kara is hardly paying attention to the conversation, focused mainly on how close Lena is, how her hair smells like vanilla and honey, or how her heartbeat sounds strong and steady.

“Corazón, let’s go dancing!” Andrea exclaimed, pulling Lena to the dance floor.

Ugh, Andrea. It’s not that Kara dislikes her former boss, per se. The blonde just prefers that Kara and Lena time is not interrupted.

All week, Andrea has been popping up wherever Lena is. She stuck to Lena’s side during the entire Sunday brunch; called Lena for a meeting in the middle of Monday’s lunch date; was present for every single round Lena walked after Tuesday’s press conference; popped into the tower after Acrata helped with the fire on Wednesday; Thursdays movie night was interrupted when Andrea texted Lena about a “fashion emergency,” regarding a dinner she was going to; Andrea came halfway through game night on Friday, stealing Lena as her game partner and leaving Kara to third-wheel Alex and Kelly for the rest of the night.

Kara watches as Lena and Andrea move through the crowd of bodies to find a spot to dance in.

“You should just ask her out,” Alex leans over the the table to whisper-shout, her fourth beer clutched in her hand.

“Who?” Kara asks, trying hard to seem nonchalant.

“Lena, you dolt. We can all see clear as day how you two feel about each other. Put your big girls pants on and talk to her!”

“I don’t—I can’t, Alex. What if she rejects me? Our friendship just recovered, I can’t risk it asking for something I don’t deserve,” she laments, circling the rim of her glass with her finger.

“What about what Lena deserves? She cares about you, Kara. It’s been years of you two dancing around this thing.” Alex says.

“We aren’t dancing around anything, Al. She won’t want me, she doesn’t—“ the rest of her words die in her mouth as she catches a glance of Lena and Andrea on the dance floor. Lena’s back is pressed to Andrea’s front as the move to the beat of the music. When the song changes, Lena turns in Andrea’s grasp, standing chest to chest.

The glass in Kara’s grip shatters, spraying glass across the table. Thankfully, Kara’s cup was nearly empty.

“Shit, sorry. I’ll clean this up,” Kara said, using multiple napkins to collect the shards of glass.

Alex laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. “Kara, stop being a wimp and talk to her before Andrea asks her out again.”

“Yeah, okay, you’re right. I can do this, I got this.” Kara nods her head determinedly, chugs what remains of Alex’s beer and stands to make her way to Lena. As she navigates her way toward her hearts desire, she see’s Andrea’s hand lowering from its position on Lena’s back to rest on her ass. All conscious thought leaves Kara’s head as she quickens her pace just short of SuperSpeed to reach Lena.

“Lee—“

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“Corazón, let’s go dancing!” Andrea exclaimed, pulling Lena to the dance floor.

“Drea, what are you doing?” Lena’s asks as she follows Andrea out to the floor.

“I’m helping you, Lena. If we get Kara jealous, she’ll stop acting like such a Girl Scout and finally make a move,” Andrea says, waving off Lena’s concern.

Lena stops walking and starts swaying at Andrea’s insistence, matching her moves seamlessly. It feels just like boarding school, with Andrea leading Lena by the hips. “I don’t know, Drea. You’ve been interfering all week and she hasn’t said so much as a peep. I don’t think she has feelings for me.”

“Joder, las dos son tan despistadas. She will! She has been jealous all week! We just have to step up our game,” Andrea exclaims in exasperation, turning Lena so that the brunettes back rests against her chest.

“Look at her, she’s glaring right at us! When the song changes, I’ll grab your ass and this will all be over,” Andrea laughs.

“Andrea! This is ridiculous. What does Sam think about this whole situation; shouldn’t you be worried about what she’ll say?”

“What’s between Samantha and I is none of your concern, Corazón. But if you must know, she told me, and I quote, “I hope it works so Kara can grow a pair—“

“Hey!”

“—I’m sure she won’t be bothered by what means I use to help you both along.”

“You know what? Fine, whatever. When it doesn’t work I don’t ever want to talk about this to either of you ever again.” Lena mutters, thoroughly embarrassed and ready to call a quits to their plan.

“I reserve the right to tease you both when it does,” Andrea replies, turning Lena around at the song change and moving one hand to grasp Lena at the ass.

“Kara’s coming; I told you this would work! Play cool,” Andrea says.

As Kara closes the final distance, she reaches a hand out to Lena, touching her on the shoulder, intent to end whatever this is between her and Andrea.

“Lee, mind if I cut in,” Kara asks sharply. Lena gives Andrea a glance, dismissing her wordlessly as she accepts Kara’s hand.

“I’m gonna step outside to take a call. Lena, call me later if you want to…talk,” Andrea imparts with a sly smile before moving to exit the bar. Kara glares daggers at Andrea’s retreating form.

“Hi, darling. How are you?” Lena asks, watching Kara’s face transform from a scowl to a happy grin.

“Better now that you’re with me,” Kara says pulling Lena closer by the waist. That Aldebaran rum may have given her a bit of confidence, but she won’t do anything Lena doesn’t want. “Is this okay?”

“Of course, darling. Are you okay; you looked a bit frazzled when you came over.” Lena wraps her arms over broad shoulders, admiring Kara’s beauty as they slowly grow closer to one another.

“Yes, yes. I was just a bit nervous, I guess.” Kara ducks her head at the admission, blushing.

Nervous? Odd. Kara may not be as outwardly imposing as Supergirl, but she is hardly nervous since her reveal to the world as being Supergirl. The synergy of Kara Zor-El encompasses both Kara Dancers and Supergirl, but without the necessity to hide behind one mask or the other.

Lena can’t hide the surprise in her voice, “What do you have to be nervous about?”

“I just—I want to be Andrea—“

“You want to be Andrea?!”

It seems the rum has also compromised her ability to articulate clearly.

“No, wait, that’s not what I meant. I want to be in her place with you. I’ve been…jealous. She’s interrupted our time together everyday and just now she was…” Kara bites her lip, turning her head to look away.

Lena bends to the side, trying but failing to catch Kara’s gaze.

“She was what, Kara. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” Kara is jealous. It almost seems too good to be true. Maybe Andrea’s plan will work after all.

Kara lifts her head, piercing blue eyes gazing into Lena’s own. “She was touching you! Holding you! I don’t want her to do that, Lena. I want, I want to do that.” Kara states with conviction, voice hardening determinately.

Kara thinks she’s overstepped when Lenas arms loosen from around her neck. She prepares to apologize, heart breaking at the thought of Lena turning her down. That is, until Lena reaches for her hands, dragging them from their purchase on her hips to rest just above her ass.

“You want to hold me like this?” Lena whispers, head tilted and pupils dilating. “You can Kara, you can touch me however you want.”

The blonde moves her hands down tentatively, looking for any signs of unease. “When she doesn’t find any, she palms at Lena’s ass, pulling her forward and holding tight. “This okay?”

“Perfect, darling; keep going.” Lena noses at Kara’s neck, interested to see how far this will go.

Kara starts to dance, leading Lena along to the thumping beat. She feels a new kind of thrill, so unlike the one she gets from being Supergirl. There is a hot, pulsating feeling running through her veins.

The superhero tilts her head down to lay a kiss on Lena’s temple. “This okay,” she asks, internally begging for Lena to want more.

“Keep going.”

Kara starts to lay soft kisses down the side of Lena’s face, hands still kneading her supple behind. When she reaches the brunettes jaw, she noses her way along the skin back up to her ear. She lays one more kiss on the shell of her ear before she whispers, “More?”

“More.” Lena says, nearly panting under Kara’s ministration.

The blonde drops her face to the crook of the shorter woman’s neck, placing a kiss on each pulse point before laying a third on the beauty mark at the center of Lena’s throat.

Lena reaches up, one hand tangling in the hair at the base of Kara’s neck, while the other holds firmly to a bulging bicep. “Keep going, darling,” Lena rasps.

Tentatively, Kara laves her tongue against the mark. At the sound of Lena’s quiet moan, Kara sucks at the mark. When she pulls away, there is a blossoming patch of red over the skin.

Kara touches her forehead lightly to Lena’s, gazing into verdant eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Kara implores, cerulean eyes glassy and wanting.

“Please,” Lena supplicates, leaning forward ever so slightly.

Without further ado, the blonde presses her mouth firmly to the red painted lips in front of her. It isn’t long before the brunettes tongue runs across her lips seeking entrance into her mouth.

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“Did it work?”

“Of course it did, Tesoro.” Andrea answers into the phone.

“Fucking finally. I’ll call Lena in the morning and get all the dirty details. Now that that’s taken care of, when are you gonna come see me?” Sam implores.

“I thought you were coming here next weekend?”

“ I am, but Ruby’s at summer camp for the rest of the week. I thought you could come spend some time here in Metropolis before we fly to National City.”

“Well, what’s in it for me,” Andrea flirts, already looking for red eye flights out east.

“You, me, an empty apartment, and all the time in the world to do whatever we please.”

“Promise me we can do that thing I like and I’ll be there in the morning.” Andrea knows she’s pushing her luck, but there’s nothing sweeter than a little pain with pleasure.

“Oh, baby, we can do whatever you want—” Samantha starts, voice sickly sweet, “—if you get here before dawn,” she finishes, voice low and demanding.

“Done.”

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Any of these fever prompts with timothee pls and thank you 😊

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Prompt: "You're not thinking clearly right now."

Tether

My fingers carded through Timothee's hair, damp with sweat as he lay unconscious on the hospital bed. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor must have lulled me into a trance-like stupor; I nearly jumped out of my skin when the ER nurse pulled aside the blue curtain.

"Oh, sorry hun. I just need to hang a new bag for his meds."

I nodded and stepped aside so she could do her job. I wondered what drug they were switching to now, seeing as how the doctor wasn't even sure why Timothée's fever had spiked high enough to trigger convulsions.

Flashbacks of my best friend writhing on the couch plagued my mind and seared into my brain. He had been feeling unwell for a couple of days and had to cancel a work trip that he was looking forward to. Knowing he would be bummed, I decided to go visit, bearing his favorite snacks and a couple of movies I thought he'd enjoy from my DVD collection. He hadn't answered my texts, so I figured he was resting. I used the spare key he gave me to let myself in and-

I shuddered and shook my head to clear my thoughts. He was more than just my best friend, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise because he didn't feel the same.

I don't know what I would do if I lost him.

Once the nurse left, I resumed my position by Timothee's side, slowly drifting off as I rested my head on the bed, my hand clinging to his. I thought I was dreaming when I felt his fingers clasp mine. I quickly sat up, blinking and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I couldn't tell if hours or just minutes had passed.

"Hey," he said through a strained whisper as we locked eyes.

"Oh, Timmy, you're awake!" I lifted and kissed the back of his hand and pressed it to my cheek. "I was so scared."

"How did I get here?" he questioned, looking around as he became more lucid.

"I- I found you. I came to check on you, and...and-" The dam broke, releasing the flood of tears that had been held back by a thin veil of adrenaline. He flipped his hand to gently wipe them away with his thumb.

"You have a knack for always being there when I need you. [Y/N], I- I love you."

"I- you-?" I struggled to form a coherent response as my face contorted in disbelief. I loved him dearly but never thought he saw our friendship as anything more than that.

"[Y/N], I could hear your voice while I was out. I grabbed onto it like a tether. I wanted desperately to come back to you. The thought that I may die without ever telling you how I feel was killing me over and over again. I love you and I want to marry you."

I felt my jaw drop as my words failed me. Time crawled before my neurons fired again. "Timmy, I- I love you, too. So, so much. But I'm afraid you're not thinking clearly right now. How about we talk about this later so you don't say something you regret. Who knows if these meds have made you loopy. They wouldn't tell me anything." I stood and anxiously walked around the bed to look at the IV bag for a clue of how genuine his declarations were.

Timothée shook his head and grabbed my hand again with surprising swiftness for someone who just regained consciousness only a few minutes prior. He nervously rubbed his thumb over my left ring finger. His eyes brimmed with tears, and his voice cracked. "My [cleared throat]- my only regret is not saying it a long time ago. I know it's a little backward to ask you to marry me and then ask you out on a date, but -"

"Ask me again when we aren't in a hospital, and I will say yes to both." I bent down and kissed him gently for the first time, but certainly not the last.

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Our Little Secret

A/N: The movie isn't out anywhere I can watch it over & over yet so I'm going off of memory from the one time I saw it in theatres. Maybe I'll come back & edit this, who knows?

Pairing(s): "Frank" (Former Detective Adam Barnett) x Reader (Nickname: Parker)

Mini Synopsis: The reader & Frank unknowingly get the same job after years of not seeing each other.

Contains: Mentions of character death, things get a little hot

Lambert had just finished explaining the situation to the seven of you, giving each of you a name, yours being Parker. No one knew each other, at least as far as you knew. You were in different cars initially & after the group got together in the getaway car, it was impossible to recognize the man with all your masks on. But once Joey took the girl off to another room & everyone had taken their masks off, you recognized him. As Frank looked around at the beautiful, old mansion, his eyes wandered. His eyes glanced over you for a moment then kept moving, but quickly snapped back to your form. His eyes had only slightly widened, he was doing well to mask his shock. He started walking towards you, briskly, reaching out to touch you as if to test if you were real.

Before he could make it to you, you felt an arm wrap around you shoulders. It was Sammy, "Hey, Parker. Let's get to the bar. Didn't you hear? Fully stocked!"

Sammy was someone you became acquainted with, getting Dean off her back while the three of you were in the getaway van. She dragged you off to the bar, getting between you & Frank. The rest of the group followed along with you. Frank felt he couldn't get close to you without risking his identity being revealed. He just stood in the corner keeping up conversation. After Joey finished reading everyone like a book, she ended up in front of you.

"Oh, no, no, no. I don't need you to tell me what I am," you spoke, waving your hands in front of you.

Frank's eyes narrowed as he stared at you.

"Oh, come on, Parker! Join the fun!" Peter teased, giving you a light shove.

"No, Joey has to go check on the girl anyway. Right?" You were quick to reply.

"Yeah, Joey. You should get up there," Frank chimed in, only letting his eyes leave you for a second to make eye contact with the person he was talking to.

Joey puts her hands up, backing away from you, "Alright, off I go."

Joey made her way out of the room & everyone went off to do their own thing. Sammy & Dean left the room separately. Peter found himself some more alcohol & a comfortable spot on the couch. Rickles headed up to his lookout spot. That left you, Dan, & an already very drunk Peter in the bar area. You decided to head to the kitchen, knowing it wasn't a good idea to drink on an empty stomach. You walked out into the main entrance, unaware of the quiet footsteps following you. You made your way down a long narrow hallway, your assailant only gaining on you. As you reached a t-junction, you paused to look to your left. At that moment, you felt a hand cover your mouth & an arm wrap around your waist. You were pulled forcefully down the hallway to your right & quickly shoved you into a hall closet. You were quickly spun around to face your captor but their hand was just as quick to find it's way back onto your mouth. You saw him.

"What're you doing here, Y/N?" He sounded almost mad, but mostly in shock.

You just looked up at him, scared. His hand still held a tight grip on your mouth despite him waiting for you to answer his question. It seems that he realized that, loosening the grip before releasing your face. Your hands moved to your jaw, feeling the pain of his hold finally going away.

Almost impatiently, Frank pushed, "I saw you die!"

You lifted your finger to your mouth, urging him to be quiet. As you straightened your posture & looked up at the man, a small smirk formed.

"You think I couldn't fake my own death? That's all I helped others do. I'm the intel person, it's my job, Adam."

At the thought of his true identity being revealed, his hands found themselves close to covering your mouth again. But his need for answers overpowered any fear he had.

"You were my partner! Why did you do all that without... telling me?"

You sighed, "Some cops were catching on to my side gig. Plus, helping people disappear was so much more lucrative. The only safe way out of the precinct was to disappear myself."

Frank gave you a look, you knew it well.

"Don't even attempt to judge me. We're both here now, which means you ended up a criminal too."

Frank's eyes softened, you were right after all. You were both detectives once yet you both stood in this house waiting to get paid for kidnapping a 12-year-old girl. Now that he had gotten the information he wanted he began to feel a little awkward. Past feelings flooded his mind. He remembered the night you died, or so he thought. You were chasing a suspect & the suspect managed to shoot you before continuing to run away. Frank had stopped to try to help you but you told him to go after the suspect. He wanted to hold you in that moment, be with you, but you made him go. He never got to share his feelings.

"Y/N," He spoke softly, "I have something to say... that I never thought I'd have the chance to."

"Go ahead, then get me out of this closet."

"I-" He tried to speak, but a long pause filled the air.

Without hesitation, he grabbed hold of the sides of your face & pulled you to him. His lips crashed into yours. It was unexpected, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been dreaming of this moment. You threw your arms around the tall man's shoulders & pulled him even closer to you. Frank backed you into the wall, towering over you as he moved to kiss down your neck. You stifle a moan as he tugs at your jacket, trying to get the buttons undone. You two are torn apart when the closet door opens, followed by laughter.

"Woah, didn't mean to interrupt, lovebirds," Dean continues to laugh.

Of course, it was Dean. You fix the buttons on your shirt as Frank steps out of the closet, shoving Dean.

"What are you doing you idiot? Jealous you couldn't get with Sammy so you're snooping around trying to ruin the rest of our nights?"

Once you fixed your jacket, you joined the two outside, "Just get out of here, Dean."

"Fine, fine, get an actual room this time," Dean ran off towards the kitchen, continuing to laugh his ass off.

You turned to Frank, tempted to continue the makeout session. But soon you heard Joey storm down the stairs, calling out for Frank. Frank sighed & headed off towards the main entrance once more. Before he could get far, you grabbed his jacket lapel, pulling him to look at you.

"No one can know that we know each other, Frank," you emphasized the name that Lambert gave him.

Frank gave you a sly smirk, "That'll be our little secret."

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ice skating; lee minho

[christmas special fic series; 2/8]

genre; fluff, established relationship.

warnings; none, gender not defined.

word count; 1,3k.

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”If I win rock paper scissors, will you agree?”

”No.”

”If I pay for dinner, will you agree?”

“I can afford dinner.”

“If I invite Jisung over, will you agree?”

“What does Jisung has to do with it?”

That would be it for convincing Minho to go ice skating with you. You spotted the ice rink during your daily evening walk around your area and immediately your childhood memories found you, recalling how much joy it used to bring you. You were never a professional, tripping over your legs here and there, but taking your boyfriend ice skating has always been your silent duty. It’s romantic, or maybe it’s just those christmas movies that made it seem like that, but it’s definitely worth a try. Besides, seeing Minho losing himself on ice is something you have to see before you die and fate put the perfect opportunity right front of you - you just have to pull the right strings of his.

“Okay, just admit you don’t love me anymore, I’ve figured it out myself already,” you cross your arms and speed up in your walk slightly, leaving your whiny boyfriend behind.

“Don’t pull these illegal moves on me.” Minho speaks and tugs at your hood, turning your body back at him. It takes everything not to laugh at the grimace plastered on his face, but you keep your cool, light anger visible in eyebrows, forehead scrunched.

“I’ll just go myself, it’s alright. I’ll see you at home, Min!” you announce, already on your way towards the rink. Minho tried calling your name but he knew he’s in no-win position. Seconds later he’s already by your side, murmuring something about how lucky you are he’s your boyfriend. You only laugh at his defeat, finally able to let the happiness out, wrapping yourself around his arm.

While he buys tickets for both of you, you choose the right ice skates. You help him tug them on, tying them as tightly as possible so he doesn’t break his leg within first ten seconds. Minho just sits there, observing your actions and can’t help but feel a little anxious about how he’s gonna do. Its not secret that he will embarrass himself in front of you and all these strangers as he’s never even had ice skates on.

“Alright grumpy, stand up.” you reach out for his hand when you’re finished and he grabs it so tight he could almost break it, but you squeeze it back signaling that he’s safe.

Minho gets on his feet, slightly losing balance before he eventually found the right position and you hold his forearm steadily, wide grin painted on your face. “I’ve got you, Min.”

He nods unsurely, letting you lead him to the ice rink. It took a while with your slow steps, but Minho eventually started getting used to having skates on his feet and figured his own way not to fall.

You step on ice first, not releasing your grip on his hand even for a second. As much as your ice skating skills weren’t perfect, they were definitely enough to lead Minho through this new experience. So when he follows you on the slippery surface and loses balance just for a moment you steady him, catching his back just before legs can give up under him.

You can’t help but smile at the full focus on his face, eyebrows furrowed, lips parted just slightly as he attempted to recompose his posture. Minho holds onto the railing for dear life, using his hands to move. You notice his legs shaking, still unsure of what exactly he should do with them, so you slide by his side.

“Here, look. Slide your right feet first, like this, and use your left one to push yourself forward, gently,” you demonstrate the right technique to him, going forward few metres. “Have you ever done roller skating? It’s pretty much the same…”

As you explain everything, Minho can’t help but go unfocused, amazed by your figure sliding smoothly across the ice rink, heart warming up uncontrollably at the sight of his lover enjoying themselves so much, even though he held you back from skating freely. Though, it didn’t seem to bother you as you gladly taught him everything he needed not to die. Suddenly you grab his hands off the railing and hold them in yours, pushing him slightly away of his current lifeline. You start pulling him forward while gliding backwards. Minho panics a little, but you give him a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, no worries. I’m not letting you break your legs today.”

Minho recalls your words, trying to copy your movements and eventually starts pushing forward by himself, still clutching your hands tightly. His legs attempt really hard to escape from under his body, but you make sure to hold him up everytime you can feel it coming. Two full circles in and Minho already feels more confident in what he’s doing, so you slowly tear your palms away from his. Your boyfriend sends you panicked look as you distance yourself from him just about two metres away and gesture him to come to you.

Minho takes in the deepest breath possible and step by step, starts sliding forward no faster than a turtle. You stare at him proudly, patiently waiting until he figures it out.

Suddenly, Minho’s foot slide back a bit too far, sending immediate panic through his whole body which started misfunctioning real quick as he lost control in every part of it, all at once. Surprised gasp coming from his mouth got cut off when body collapsed under him, hand subconsciously looking for anything he could grab onto, finding you. His weight drags you down onto the hard surface, falling onto him and you yelp loudly.

Minho whines in light pain swelling in his butt and already started apologising in rush, turning to check up on you, when you burst out laughing. You laugh so loud, lying back on the ice, arms on your stomach. Minho blinks at you a few times before an audible chuckle leaves him, too. It quickly turns into uncontrollable laughter. You stay like this for a moment before you attempt to stand up, awkwardly, still trying to catch an appropriate amount of air in lungs.

That’s when Minho realises something. No one noticed that. People omitted you skilfully, not even paying attention to anything that was going on down there. No one laughed, no one judged. No one was looking at him, except for you. And when it’s him who’s looking at you, he sees nothing but purest joy. Tears of laughter were falling down on your cheeks, sleeve trying to desperately dry them off. And Minho couldn’t scrap the goofy smile off his face, either.

This wasn’t the last time you ended up on the ground that evening. Everytime your boyfriend felt like tripping, he purposely pulled you down with him like the little shit he is, giggling devilishly. By the time you left the ice rink your butt was sore, probably decorated in ungodly amount of bruises.

Meanwhile you were returning your skates, Minho disappeared for a few minutes. Then he was already by your side with two, big hot chocolates in his hands, sweet steam filling up your nostrils. He hands you your drink, stealing a soft, loving cheek kiss from you. “Sorry for the bruised ass.”

Morning, two days later, you’re lying under the covers, Minho wrapped around your torso as you relish in his warmth. He’s been refusing to get out of bed for the past 30 minutes, so you just gave up, feeling your eyelids getting heavy under the comfort. What disturbed your half-asleep state was Minho that started to squirm in your touch, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He started calling your name softly, nudging his nose onto your skin. When you finally gave in and looked at him sleepily, eyes still almost glued together, he was already smiling sheepishly at you.

“Wanna go ice skating today?”

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sharpest tool | s.reid

(chapter six, dumb and poetic)

‘You're so sad there's no communication, but, baby, you put us in this situation. You're running so fast from the hearts that you're breakin' save all your breath for your floor meditation. you're so empathetic, you'd make a great wife. well, you crashed the car and abandoned the wreckage fuck with my head like it's some kind of fetish.’

summary; you see spencer for the first time, since he left for his case (and then ghosted you) only its the last place you expected, and provides you with less closure and more confusion

warnings; reader is a (rightfully so) bitch in this, as she should, fem reader, ghosting, miscommunication, its awkward, its sad, so much angst, no comfort, (fluff flashback tho!) mentions reader being able to speak french, reader has long enough hair to tie up, reader is a bow wearing girly.

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“That one looks interesting” you mumbled as you repositioned to sit up a little straighter in bed, leaning closer to the laptop screen as you looked over the upcoming releases at the cinema downtown. It was a french film, sure there was other films in english but none of them seemed as interesting.

“Mhm, do you wanna go see it?” Spencer asked, he wasn’t paying much attention to what you were talking about as he sat behind you, you were placed in between his thighs, your back pressed against his chest, his chin had started by being pressed against your shoulder when the two of you began looking for movies, since then his head had moved to be nuzzled in between your shoulder and neck, placing soft kisses along the skin he could reach, every now and again reaching up to kiss along your jaw.

You leant further back against him with a gentle smile, your head tilting in order to allow him more access to the skin of your neck as he arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling your further against him, your hands placing gently against his forearms, every now and again lifting one to scroll through the website. “It doesn’t come out for another month”

He shrugged, “We can go see it when its out.” He mumbled against your skin as he continued to press gentle kisses there. You let out a warm laugh, lifting one hand to run gently through his hair.

“You don’t even know what it is” you said, since he hadn’t lifted his head to look at the screen since it had found place nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You weren’t necessarily complaining and you found it half sweet how he agreed to what you wanted without even knowing what it was.

He huffed slightly, the air coming out warm let leaving goosebumps to raise on your arms as you felt it against the skin of your neck before he tilted his head away to look at the computer screen. There was hardly a second that passed as he read over the description, before he was speaking again. “It seems good. We can go see it.” He said.

You smiled, “Really?” Although you knew either way if it was what you wanted to see, he would make sure you saw it.

“Mhm, it’s in french though, no subtitles” he read what was written. His hand gently slipping under your shirt to rub softly over the skin of your stomach, wanting the skin to skin contact, wanting to just feel that you were there with him. “I can whisper translate to you.” he said.

your heart warmed at the idea of spencer sitting through the entire moving, whispering french translations into your ear, but it also warmed at the fact that he had no idea. “You don’t need to.” You said gently.

He shrugged, “Its no big deal. If you wanna see it, we will see it. I want you to be able to know whats going on”

You let out a hearty laugh as he misunderstood what you meant, you hadn’t told him that he didn’t need to translate for you out of guilt. “Spence, i know french, honey. I will understand.”

He pulled away a little bit. Your head turned back to look at his face, his lips parted in shock and eyebrows furrowed, “you know french? i didn’t know you knew french?” He seemed so offended that he didn’t know this little detail about you until now.

You laughed, “Theres a lot you don’t know about me, spencer reid.”

The lobby is crowded, filled with the low hum of chatter and the smell of popcorn. You stand near the back of the line, staring at the poster for the French documentary you’ve been meaning to see for weeks. The one you were supposed to see with Spencer.

You’ve asked yourself a hundred times why you’re even here. It’s been a month since he vanished from your life—no explanation, no goodbye. Just gone. You��d told yourself you weren’t going to think about him anymore, that it was time to let it go. But here you are, at the very movie theater you both planned to go to, clutching your phone like it’s going to somehow give you the answers he refused to.

The line moves forward, and you shuffle with it, your mind elsewhere. You’re so distracted, you don’t even notice the people behind you until a soft voice breaks through the noise.

“Hey, I love your bow!”

You turn slightly, catching a glimpse of the woman behind you. She’s blonde, with a friendly smile, standing next to a tall man who’s looking down at something in his hands. You don’t get a good look at him—your mind barely registers the compliment, just the vague, polite impulse to thank her.

“Thanks,” you mumble, turning back to the counter, but there’s something nagging at the edges of your awareness. Something familiar about the way the man next to her is standing.

Before you can stop yourself, you glance back again—and this time, your heart stops.

Spencer.

He’s standing right there, next to the blonde woman who just complimented you. His eyes are wide, almost startled when they meet yours. For a second, no one says anything. The air between you tightens, thick with an awkward tension that makes your stomach churn.

It’s like time freezes for a moment. The noise of the theater fades into the background, and all you can hear is the rapid beating of your own heart. You weren’t prepared for this. Seeing him here, like nothing’s changed, like the last month hasn’t been this gaping wound he left behind.

The blonde woman—JJ, you realize now—follows his gaze, and when she sees the look on your face, her smile falters. “Oh,” she says quietly, piecing it together. “You must be...”

You force a smile, even though your heart is hammering in your chest. “Yeah...”

Spencer shifts uncomfortably, clearly unsure of what to say. His mouth opens, but no words come out. You’d find it almost comical, how off-guard he looks, if you weren’t so furious. He was supposed to be better than this—better than just disappearing on you, breaking promises like you didn’t matter.

JJ, bless her, tries to diffuse the awkwardness. “We were just talking about this movie a few weeks ago,” she says, her voice bright but strained. “Spencer said he had plans to see it.”

“Yeah,” you say, the sarcasm slipping into your tone before you can stop it. “Im sure he did.”

Spencer’s face tightens at your words, and for a split second, you see a flash of guilt in his eyes. But it’s not enough. He hasn’t earned the right to feel guilty—not after what he did.

JJ shifts awkwardly beside him, clearly uncomfortable. “I, um—” She gestures vaguely toward the ticket counter, like she’s trying to give you both some space, but the tension is too thick to be diffused so easily.

You turn to face Spencer fully now, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “So,” you say, keeping your voice as even as possible, “you’re alive.”

He winces at the accusation in your tone, but he doesn’t argue. He just nods, his voice quiet. “Yeah. I...I’ve been working.”

“Working,” you repeat, bitterness surging like bile in your throat. “Right.”

There’s a pause, and you can see the wheels turning in his head, like he’s searching for the right thing to say, but nothing comes. He’s always been good with words, but now, standing here in front of you, he looks like a man completely out of his depth.

The silence stretches on, thick and uncomfortable, and JJ glances between the two of you, clearly picking up on the history she hadn’t been aware of until now. “I didn’t realize,” she says quietly, almost to herself, but you catch it anyway.

You give her a tight smile. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” It wasn’t her fault.

It’s not fine. Nothing about this is fine. You had spent weeks trying to figure out what you did wrong, you didn’t even know why you were here. Why you decided to torture yourself with the night that was suppose to belong to you and him. You told yourself a thousand times that maybe he was too busy, that maybe he had a good reason. But seeing him here, casually buying tickets like nothing happened, makes it all feel worse. Like you were the only one who cared.

Spencer shifts again, looking like he wants to say something but can’t find the right words. “I...I didn’t mean for things to happen like this,” he says softly, and there’s something almost pleading in his tone, like he’s asking for forgiveness.

But you’re not ready to give him that. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

“Right,” you say, your voice colder than you intend. “I’m sure you didn’t.”

JJ gives Spencer a look, something unreadable passing between them. She murmurs something about checking on the tickets and steps away, giving you two some space.

You don’t move. You just stand there, staring at him, waiting for him to say something—anything—that will make this better. That will make you understand why he hurt you like this. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, looking like he wishes he could disappear.

“Im sorry.” he admits after a long pause, his voice low. “I really am.”

You laugh, but it’s not a real laugh. It’s bitter, hollow. “Right.”

He looks like he wants to say more, but you can see the hesitation in his eyes. You hoped he’d say more. That the moment you saw him again he would explain, that there would be a valid reason. Yet standing here, looking at him with all the hurt in the world swirling in your stomach, you know he’s not going to give you the closure you need. He’s too afraid to dive into whatever it is that made him pull away. And in this moment, you realize that maybe you’ll never get that closure—not from him, at least.

“I have to go,” you say abruptly, turning toward the exit before he can stop you. You can’t do this. Not here. Not now.

As you walk away, you can feel his eyes on your back, but he doesn’t follow. He doesn’t call out to you. He just lets you go, like he let you go a month ago.

And this time, you’re the one who disappears.

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one more day| one | ljh

pairing: jihoon x f!reader genre: angst word count: 5k summary: every day jihoon has to make you fall for him again a/n: this was very much based on fifty first dates, but much more dramatic than the movie. i don't go deep into things (trying not to spoil it (?)), i didn't get technical about it as this was written just for fun. i hope you enjoy it. ↳ part two

You opened your eyes slowly getting used to the lights that came through the curtains – that were there only for decoration seeing as they did a poor job of blocking the light coming through the window.

You knew, even before you looked around, that you were at a completely different place from where you had been the night before. You were scared of making any movement that could break anything in that foreign place, something that was very unlikely to happen.

The other side of the bed moved and an arm made its way around your waist. Your eyes widened. You had spent the night with someone and had probably gotten stupidly drunk since you couldn’t remember anything.

You ran a hand through your face. What did I do last night? The last thing you remembered was having the worst fight with Bella, your best friend and roommate, and leaving the apartment in the middle of the night. It was unlike you to get drunk when you were feeling upset or angry, that simply wasn’t the kind of thing that you did. Suddenly you felt icy material against the tip of your nose.

Slowly you pulled your hand away from your face and looked at it. A thin, golden ring circled your finger. You knew that it wasn’t a simple ring, something that you could have bought at some cheap jewelry shop on the corner of your apartment. The ring on your left hand was heady, made of gold.

You looked to your left, to the owner of the arm around your waist. He looked so peaceful that part of you thought it might not be a good idea to wake him up. Something about him was familiar, but you couldn’t think of where you could’ve met him. Maybe, you tried to convince yourself, he looks familiar because you met him at a random bar.

“What did I do last night?” you asked yourself. You had gone through, probably, one of the wildest drinking benders of your entire life, was out with a complete stranger and - as if none of it had been enough - had somehow gotten married to him.

The urgency to call Bella and ask her to go pick you up was bigger than anything you had ever experienced in life. Caring little about the man beside you, you shot out of bed making far too much noise and movement than intended. But you weren’t able to go far because the stranger grabbed your wrist.

“Came back to bed, honey” the man said, voice muffled by the pillow “Lola doesn’t have piano lessons today, we can sleep till a little later.”

Who was Lola? And why was that man talking to you as if he knew you? Why was he calling you honey?

The desperation that only a second before was almost completely under control, had now become something quite scary.

With a sudden movement, you released your wrist from the loose grip of the man and began searching through the mess of clothes that were on the chair, looking from your own. You left the apartment wearing jeans, a sweatshirt that Bella had gotten herself but you stole the second she took it out of the bag and sneakers, none of which were in front of you or anywhere in the room. Giving up the clothes, you focused on finding your phone - the sooner you called Bella the sooner you would be home, safe and sound. But the device was nowhere to be found.

“Why can’t I find the damn phone anywhere?” you shouted.

That was enough to wake the man. In a leap, he was out of bed and looked around as if he was ready to strike someone. In any other situation, you would have laughed at the sight of him with his eyes open wide and his hair sticking everywhere but that wasn’t the best moment to laugh.

“I need to go, okay? I have a boyfriend and this was a mistake, I’m sorry” the lie slipped so easily through your lips that it even surprised you.

The alarm and concern in the man’s eyes gave way to sadness and fatigue. He ran his hands through his hair a few times without taking his eyes off of you. He stepped forward and you took a step back.

“I thought today would be different, you promised you would remember” the man said almost in a whisper, but it was loud enough for you to hear “I don’t know why I still believe it when you say that you’ll remember”

You paused for a second to look at the man standing in front of you. Your heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had brown eyes and the reflection of sunlight made you believe they were golden, beautiful lips, a slightly round face. 

“What did you just say to me?” you asked.

The man breathed, the sound resembled that of someone who had been defeated after an arduous and exhausting battle.

“My name is Jihoon, I’m your husband. We are in our home. Bella is at her house with her husband”

You took a few steps back until your knees were pressed against a dresser. The man in front of you, Jihoon, said that he was your husband and Bella also had a husband of her own. But he was wrong, he had to be.

You and Bella were still in college and neither of you had a boyfriend. You were like two lone wolves who walked together so the loneliness would hurt less. If Bella had a husband, or just a simple hookup for that matter, you would know.

And you sure as hell would know if you had gotten married.

“You’re lying,” you said aloud, “I’m twenty, I’m in college and I have no boyfriend.”

Jihoon took a step forward, in a completely failed attempt to touch you.

“Do not come near me!” you shouted.

Jihoon a step back and raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ll go check on Lola” he walked up to the door “Can just you, please watch the video? You just have to turn on the tv”

And with that, Jihoon left the room and closed the door behind him.

Something in his voice made you look at the tv, your fingers drumming on your thighs, nervousness settling in the pit of your stomach. Even so, you watched the video. Uncertain of what you would see. You sat down on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath before pressing play.

The blurred image of sofa quickly came into focus and the man who was in that room with you just a few seconds appeared on the screen.

“You can start” Bella’s voice sounded through the room.

Why Bella’s voice? Why did this man seem so familiar, but why at the same time you had absolutely no idea where you could have met him?

Jihoon cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Good morning, babe. I don’t even know where to start. I think if I were to say everything in this video you’d watch it all day and tomorrow it still wouldn’t make any sense to you,” he paused for a moment, his eyes focused on his hands, before looking up and continuing “We met thirteen years ago. You were at the tattoo shop where I worked at, you made fun of me for not having a tattoo or even a single piercing. From the first moment I saw you I was completely fascinated. It was as if I had become blind to all the other girls. All I could think about was you. ”

You looked down at your wrist where the little drawing of a blue rose was.

“You kept going to go the shop constantly just to see me, you denied but we both know that it was true. Quickly you infiltrated yourself into my life. My friends became your friends, and Bella became one of mine” throughout the whole time while he was speaking, Jihoon had his fingers in the wedding ring and kept spinning it on his finger “It took me way too long to make some kind of move, but when I finally did something I knew I had made ​​the most correct decision of my life.”

“Jihoon, I need you to look at the camera okay?” Bella’s voice sounded again.

“Right, sorry” Jihoon cleared his throat and looked back at the camera “Where was I? Okay, the best decision of my life. We dated for four years before getting married. I never knew if it was something that you wanted, you never gave me a lot of clues telling me what you wanted. We got married when you were just about to give birth to Lola. I remember that being the happiest day of our lives, or at least the second best”

This image of Jihoon sitting in an armchair changed and it became the image of a lounge, fully adorned. In the center, a couple danced. You couldn’t say that you were surprised to see that the couple was you and Jihoon. You wore a beautiful wedding dress and Jihoon had a suit on. A slow track song playing in the background, one that you couldn’t identify, as you danced, your head on his shoulder, as his rested on top of yours as you swayed from side to side.

The screen then changed and Bella’s smiling face came into focus.

“Hey y/n and Jihoon, just wanted to say that I wish all the best to you both. I couldn’t be happier for you. Thanks for asking me to be a godmother to little Lola, I can hardly wait for her to see this world. I know that I’ll have to split it her attention with your brother but I think we’ll manage. I love you, even you Jihoon”

In Bella’s place appeared an unknown man, you could only assume he was Jihoon’s brother.

“Hello, Jihoon and y/n. I’m very happy that you two are finally official, I know that before you were already together and living together, but nothing says ‘I love you’ like a marriage and a baby. Once someone said 'Children are proof that pure and true love still exists and that God has not given up on us’, well, for me you are proof that true and pure love still exists. Hopefully, both will enjoy your week in Paris. ”

Other people’s messages appeared, your parents and people whom you didn’t know or couldn’t remember, no matter how hard you tried.

You didn’t realize that you had tears in your eyes.

Somehow, although in a way you didn’t fully understand, that seemed to be the life you always dreamed of. Apparently, you had a man who loved you, friends and family, and a daughter.

Jihoon’s face came back and you did the best you could to push away the tears that clouded your eyes.

“We lived happily for almost a year. Lola was born a month after the wedding. You were at home for seven months, to make sure she was okay, you have always been that mother that fusses over every little thing. You got a job as a substitute teacher after the winter holidays”

Jihoon paused, looking down at his hands, and took a deep breath.

“I know that’s the hard part, but you need to continue,” Bella said in the video “We are almost at the end, okay.”

Jihoon nodded and ran a hand over his face.

“In a cold day, when the snow was melting, you were coming home. As always you drove carefully, but that day – one that single day – you forgot to put on the seat belt and in a slightly more closed curve the car… you got launched through the windshield.”

Jihoon just came out from behind the bedroom door after making sure that you were watching the video.

He walked over to the end of the hall, where was the room of your daughter. Jihoon silently prayed that you hadn’t woken up Lola. 

He had been the one to tell her about you, about the accident. He couldn’t think of anything else to do, how to further hide it, when Lola would run up to you in the morning and you didn’t remember her. At first, the she looked confused, as if you, her world, had been torn away from her, but then she understood why her mother didn’t remember anything the next morning. 

Or at least, Jihoon likes to think that Lola understood. 

How could an eight-year-old grasp a concept that he, a grown man, past his thirties, was yet to comprehend?

His prayers were not answered when Jihoon saw Lola sitting in bed holding a stuffed bunny.

“I was hoping that you would still be asleep,” Jihoon said while sitting in bed.

Lola shrugged and climbed up her father’s lap, her arms going around his neck.

“Do you think” Lola began quietly, “that one day mommy will remember? That one day mommy will wake up and know who I am?”

That question was something that Jihoon knew would come one day. It was a question that he had prepared himself to hear many times but finally hearing it had been enough to crush the last remaining pieces of his heart.

He could still remember the very moment when he received the call that you had been in a car accident. Jihoon was at home, entertaining Lola until you got back from work. Everything had happened so fast. In a second he was happily giving Lola something to eat, and the next he was calling his brother, asking him to take care of Lola while he went to the hospital as the purest form of fear and despair had taken over his body.

Jihoon spent all possible seconds’ by your bedside during the month you spent in the hospital. No matter how much he wanted to stay with you until you finally came back to him, he needed to go home and take care of his daughter. Lola had never cried so much. During that one month you were unconscious in the hospital Lola cried desperately, as if she knew something was wrong - that her mother wasn’t there.

The hardest part was when you woke up.

Jihoon knew there was a possibility, that maybe, you could lose your memory, but he believed it would be only temporary - as the doctor said. But then six months went by and you still didn’t remember anything. All the progress they had made the previous day was completely erased from your memory when you closed your eyes to go to sleep.

In the first few months, Bella went to your house every day in the morning to help. She was the only person you remembered and the only one who could confirm that Jihoon was who he claimed to be, and things would be easier for that day. But after a while, Jihoon asked Bella to stop going. You were his wife, and it was his job to get you to remember him every single day.

“I don’t know, honey. I guess that it might happen” a lie. Jihoon knew that it was a lie.

Two years after the accident you underwent brain surgery. The doctor found that there was still some swelling in your brain, even after such a long time since the accident. In theory, it was all very cute and colorful, but the reality couldn’t be further away from the truth.

The surgery didn’t help, not in the way both you and Jihoon expected. The doctor said, “The brain is an inexplicable part of the body, there’s nothing wrong with her ​​brain, but she can’t seem to keep her memory.” That was the hardest thing he had ever heard. The doctor was, with covered words, saying that you would never remember him, Lola, or the life they spent together.

“Why don’t you change into your uniform while I make breakfast?” Jihoon suggested. Lola nodded and got out of bed in complete silence.

The idea for the video came soon after news of the failed surgery. Jihoon had nothing to lose, if the video didn’t work they would have lost just one day. He asked for help from all the people who were active in your life: Bella, Jihoon’s brother, your parents.

There wasn’t a day when he could point to and say “This was the worst one” because the truth was that all days were very similar. Every day he’d wake up in the same bed with a woman that didn’t know who he was and that they had a daughter together, but that was the same woman he loved unconditionally and wasn’t willing to give up on. No matter what he had to do, Jihoon would always be by your side.

When Jihoon had just finished making breakfast, you went downstairs. You had put on a pair of jeans and the same light yellow sweater that you wore every morning.

“The last thing that I remember,” you started, and it was the same expression that Jihoon had seen in Lola’s just a few minutes before “was that I left the apartment after a fight with Bella”

That was a conversation Jihoon had with you every single day for the past seven and a half years, sometimes it went a little different but it was basically the same thing.

“You never left the apartment. You went to your room and slept to forget the fight” he told you

You nodded, leaving the kitchen and Jihoon followed you. He knew you were going to the piano, which was another daily routine.

“Is she any good?”

“She is the best of all”

You smiled, trying to accept the fact that you were married to the gorgeous man standing in front of you and that you had a daughter with him. You heard the sound of a door closing and then quick steps going down the stairs.

“Don’t run on the stairs,” you warned the girl automatically. You didn’t understand why you did it, it was as if your brain was programmed to say that.

“Sorry, mommy” Lola said as she went down the stairs slowly and holding onto the handrail.

Lola was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen in your entire life - or at least the part of your life you remembered. Lola had nearly black hair like Jihoon with cute curls at the ends, round brown eyes, but her most beautiful feature was her smile - it was exactly like her father’s.

“Do you remember me already?” Lola asked, stopping in front of you.

You bent down so you were at the same height as your daughter. Somehow, you knew in her entire bein, that that little girl with hopeful eyes was your daughter, it didn’t matter that your idiotic brain didn’t remember her. In your heart, you knew that it was true.

“Yes, baby, I remember”

“Then you will take me to school with daddy?”

You smiled and nodded. You didn’t know what would be the position Jihoon’s about it, but something said he wouldn’t oppose it.

“Go eat before it gets cold,” Jihoon said to her.

Lola stood on tiptoes to give a quick kiss on your cheek and ran to the kitchen. Your heart warmed with that small gesture. That little girl loved you, despite the fact that you couldn’t remember anything. Everything you knew about Lola was what you saw in the video and what you had just witnessed, even though you felt like you knew her.

“You want to know about the accident?” Jihoon asked behind you.

“No,” you vehemently denied “you were very explicit during the video”

Jihoon raised his eyebrows and smiled a little.

“That’s new, you always ask about the accident”

It was strange for you how Jihoon remembered every moment and you didn’t, even though you tried. It seemed unfair that he got to have it all, while you forgot everything when you closed your eyes.  If you loved this man as much as the people in the video said, you wanted to be able to remember and perhaps even feel it.

“How does this work? How is it at her school?” you couldn’t begin to imagine how it was for Lola. The kids don’t usually let go of something, and if a child is taken as “different” the other ones might see her as the bad one, the one who doesn’t fit, for problems that weren’t even hers.

“She doesn’t care. You told her once that you would always remember her, no matter what happened.”

“But I don’t remember her,” you said sadly. You wanted to remember your daughter, wanted to remember all the times you spent together, wanted to remember the feeling of being pregnant, the first moment you saw Lola and fell in love with her even more; you wanted to remember Jihoon and every moment that you had shared. But that, at least for the time being, seemed the most distant and impossible thing in the whole world.

“I’m sorry” you said “This all must be hard for you. I mean, you have to remember me every day of who I am and what my life is like now, and take care of our daughter alone”

Jihoon took a step forward, nervous. In those first hours, everything was very uncertain. He wasn’t sure of what he should do or say. Before, completely detached from the reality that you now lived, a simple touch was enough to soothe you and make things calm down. But in that moment, even after eight years, he still didn’t know what to do.

“You don’t have to apologize for something you can’t control,” Jihoon said softly. He held your hand and when you didn’t pull away he continued “And I don’t do anything alone, you help me every day even if you don’t remember.”

You wanted to cry. Jihoon was a good man and didn’t deserve to go through all of that. It wasn’t fair to him. You wanted to scream to the world and do something, anything at all, so everything could to go as it should be. But crying wouldn’t do anything and there was no magic remedy that would bring back the memories you suddenly felt so desperate to have.

Taking Lola to school wasn’t the most difficult task of the day. You didn’t get weird looks, as you had expected the entire drive there. In fact, it was as if everyone knew exactly who you were and what happened.

With a smile you watched Lola get out of the car and run to the school gate, where two other little girls were waiting for her. One of them was like a little Bella and knowing that it was quite possible that she was her daughter, you made ​​a mental note to call your friend later. Lola only entered school after waving at you with both hands and shouting “I love you.”

And there they were again, the tears. You felt almost stupid for that to be the third time that you wanted to cry that day. You cried watching the video, after seeing Lola in the living room and now saying goodbye to her at the school, all because you knew that the next day you would have to do the exact same thing without remembering that you had done it a thousand times before.

Jihoon took you to the roof of the old shop where he worked, a place he now owns. That was a place for you two, where you had shared memorable moments that were now just his.

“Why do you do this every day?” you asked after a few minutes of silence “Why do you insist on reminding me of who I am? You could have left me with my parents. I would be their problem and not yours. You could raise Lola the right way and maybe even find someone else ”

It hurt you to ask those questions, but you had to know. Jihoon was still young, he was only 33. You were sure that he wouldn’t have to search long and hard to find someone who loved him, someone who could actually remember him every morning and who could love him as much as he loved that person.

Jihoon didn’t answer for a few minutes, his eyes on the city in front of him. He knew everything he wanted to say and everything inside him screamed for him to say it, but he didn’t think he should. You were having a good day, asking questions that usually you didn’t, scolding Lola for doing anything remotely dangerous for a child. You had never done those things before.

With you, there was always a routine that was followed to the T by everyone around you. You woke up and didn’t recognize him, watched the video, asked about the accident, took Lola to school, went to Lola’s bookstore and spent the day inquiring her about your new life, returned home and had more questions, played with Lola and would go to sleep.

It had been the same way, every day for the past seven years. But not that day. For the first time, you didn’t run to Bella the first chance you got, you didn’t ask about the accident. Instead, you decided to stay with him and talk to him. 

Jihoon was afraid to say something and things went back to that same routine. But what would he lose at the end of the day? Just a day you wouldn’t remember, and he still had many others to come. Then maybe, just once, he would say whatever he felt. He just needed to tell her everything, just once and never again.

“You once told me I was your superhero. You said that you knew I would always find you and make things right again. I never understood what you meant. I was always just a guy who liked a girl and would do anything for her, but now I understand why because you were also my superhero. Whenever I needed to, for any nonsense it was, you were there for me. We were each other’s lifeline, and you’re still mine. I couldn’t and still can’t imagine how my or Lola’s lives would be without you, if you weren’t there with us every day. Do we have problems? Of course, we have, but what couple doesn’t? Our problems are just a bit different from the most couples out there.”

Jihoon stopped for a second to breathe. He wasn’t someone who just talked about his feelings, it was always easier to shut himself out in order to protect those around him. But he knew he would have to talk about it, at least once - withholding nothing - or never have the courage to speak again.

You played with your fingertips listening carefully to what he was saying. You were sure that it was difficult for him to say those things, but it was also hard for you tp hear them.

“Lola loves you, she would love you anyway, no matter what. I see in your eyes every time you look at her, doesn’t matter if for you it’s the first day, you still have the same look as years ago” Jihoon ran his hand through his hair, “What I mean is that I don’t want any another person. I know this is hard, but if it was easy then it wouldn’t be fun and wouldn’t have half the importance it does. I do what I do because I love you, y/n. It’s hard? Yes, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You didn’t know what to say, absolutely nothing was going through your mind. At that moment, after listening to his words, you started to understand why you fell for him in the first place. Jihoon wasn’t someone who lived his life just for himself, he was the kind of person who cared about others and the people he loved were put on the priority list – at the first sign of trouble he would drop everything and go to them.

"You think one day I’ll remember? Because I know everything’s here,” you pointed at your head “Everything is just really clouded. I know it’s in here but I don’t know how to reach it”

“To be brutally honest about it? I don’t think so” Jihoon ran his hand through his hair again and sighed “I told Lola that your memory could come back, but I’m not so sure. It’s been seven years. If it was going to happen then I suppose it would have happened by now. Then what? Remember everything until the moment of the accident? But then you wouldn’t remember anything of what happened after that. None of it seems fair to me”

You nodded and stayed silent for a long time, just looking at the beautiful view in front of you. 

You stayed most of the day on the rooftop, talking about everything that you missed. Moments you had been there for but at the same time you weren’t. Every single question that left your lips was met with Jihoon’s easy answers. He didn’t leave anything out, even if it meant that what he said wasn’t nice to hear.

You took his hand in your, your head leaning against his shoulder. He took a deep breath and you did the same.

“I promise I’ll try to remember everything. I’ll make notes, write everything. I’ll remind me of you every morning.”

Jihoon squeezed your hand back. Little butterflies danced in his skin, something inside him waking up after a long time.

“I don’t know how the other me felt when she fell in love with you, but what I feel right now should come really close to that.”

“I love you, y/n” Jihoon said intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I’ll fall for you every day, for the rest of my life”

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