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Ran's Little Waitress (Tokyo Revengers - Bonten)

RAN HAITANI X FEMALE READER

CHAPTER SIX: TIME OFF

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SEVEN

The first day off, you didn’t move much. The swelling was still bad, and the bruises were tender to the touch. Even the weight of the ice pack made you wince. You stayed in your favourite oversized hoodie, the one with the stretched-out sleeves you liked to tuck your hands into, and thick socks that barely matched.

You curled up in your blanket cocoon on the couch, the glow from your TV casting a soft hue across the room as you rewatched your favourite anime for comfort. The intro song played three times before you realised you hadn’t even touched the mug of tea you’d made.

By the second day, you forced yourself to move a little more. Your knees still stung with every step, but you shuffled into the kitchen anyway. Baking always helped. The smell of vanilla and warm cinnamon filled the apartment while you carefully kneaded dough with bandaged fingers. Something was healing about doing something so normal.

Rindou had texted you once to ask what kind of cookies you liked baking. Then followed up with a ‘no reason’ and a random meme about criminals loving sweets. You hadn’t asked questions, not even how he got your number.

Books and manga lined your small bookshelf, most well-worn and loved, and you found yourself picking up one you hadn’t touched in a while—a crime thriller that oddly mirrored your current feelings of unease. It didn’t scare you, though. It made you feel in control. Like you could anticipate threats now. Outwit them.

When night fell, you didn’t dare go out. Not even to take the trash down the hall. The thought of footsteps behind you in the dark hallway made your stomach twist. So instead, you stay in with a warm mug of cocoa and your knitting needles, the rhythmic click-clack of them working through rows keeping you grounded.

You keep your phone close. Not for calls from the club—but in case he texted again.

Ran had messaged her once, briefly and bluntly, ‘You need anything?’

You didn’t answer right away, unsure if it was out of obligation or something else.

When you finally replied hours later with, ‘I'm okay. Thanks for checking in,’ he didn’t respond. But somehow, you felt like he read it right away.

Two days later, there was a knock at the door just as you pulled a fresh batch of cookies from the oven. The scent of brown sugar and chocolate chips lingered in the air as you wiped your hands on a dish towel and limped slightly toward the door.

You peek through the peephole. Ran.

Opening the door, you were hit by the sight of him standing there in casual clothes—dark jacket, no tie for once—with a white plastic bag dangling from his hand.

He held it out lazily, ‘Rindou made me bring you this.’

You take it, peeking inside to see the unmistakable tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Your favourite.

Your brow lifted, ‘Where is Rindou, anyway?’

‘Club business.’ It came too quickly. Too clean.

You squint at him, suspicious, but a smirk tugged at your lips, ‘Uh huh. You always deliver your brother’s snacks for him?’

Ran didn’t answer, just gave a one-shouldered shrug and looked past you, ‘You gonna make me stand in the hallway?’

‘I just pulled some cookies out of the oven,’ you offer, ‘want tea with them?’

That earned you the faintest smile, barely-there but real, ‘yeah. Sure.’

They sit at your small kitchen table, a mismatched set of mugs between them, yours with little cat faces, his a plain black one she grabbed without thinking.

He took a sip of tea, watching you as you talked—hands animated, voice soft, but brighter than it had been days before.

You pull your knees up onto the chair, showing that the bandages were smaller now, the swelling mostly gone. Your face, too, was significantly less bruised, just a light yellow-green under the eye now, mostly hidden beneath concealer.

‘I’ve been resting,’ you say, ‘staying in like you told me. But I think I’m ready to go back. I can handle it.’

Ran looked at her for a long moment, unreadable, ‘you sure?’

‘I am. I’m not gonna let some asshole scare me out of a job I worked hard to get,’ you hesitate, ‘I’ll be more careful this time. But I need this. I want this.’

He nodded slowly, ‘Alright. We’ll ease you back in. Not on a packed night. I’ll see what I can do, but no promises, because I want you healthy before you come back.’

You smile, relief softening your features, ‘Thanks for considering.’

There was a brief pause before you leaned forward a little, tapping a finger on the table near the cookie plate, ‘also… Mikey,’ your tone turned shy, ‘I wanted to thank him. Properly. Do you know if he likes anything sweet? I was thinking I could bake him something. Cookies, maybe? Cupcakes?’

Ran’s brow raised slightly at your genuine concern, ‘You want to bake Mikey something?’

You nod eagerly, ‘he saved me. I don’t think I’d be okay if he didn’t show up. It’s the least I can do.’

Ran’s lips twitched again at your sincerity, ‘he’s not really a sweets guy…but he’s got a soft spot for taiyaki.’

You hum, ‘taiyaki?’

‘Red bean filling. Sometimes custard. Don’t ask how I know.’

You grin, ‘Got it. Taiyaki it is.’

He took another bite of your cookie, chewing slowly, ‘You really bake just for fun?’

‘Yeah,’ you say, a little sheepish, ‘It’s comforting. Gives me something I can control.’

Ran stared at you, quiet for a second too long, ‘You’re tougher than you look,’ he murmured.

You smile softly, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, ‘you’re not so scary when you’re holding a mug of tea and eating cookies.’

Ran snorted, ‘Don’t let the guys hear that.’

Bonten Headquarters - Late Afternoon

Ran walked into the lounge area of Bonten HQ with a plain white pastry box in one hand and a look of mild irritation on his face. Not at the contents—just at the fact that he’d agreed to this.

Rindou was sprawled on the couch, watching something on his phone. Sanzu sat nearby, flipping through a stack of cash like he was counting it just for fun. Koko glanced up from his laptop, and Takeomi was nursing a whiskey at the bar.

Mikey sat in his usual seat—quiet, statue-still, eyes half-lidded but very much aware of everything happening around him.

Ran set the box down on the table in front of him.

‘She made these. For you,’ he said simply.

Mikey blinked, ‘She?’

‘The waitress. From the club. The one you dragged home the other night.’

‘She baked for me?’ Mikey’s voice was faint, almost confused.

‘She wanted to say thank you,’ Ran flopped into a chair and crossed his legs, clearly not up for more questions. ‘I said you liked taiyaki.’

Koko arched a brow, ‘Is Ran delivering sweets now? What next, little pink aprons?’

Rindou perked up, ‘Wait, wait—she baked taiyaki? Like, from scratch?’

Sanzu grinned, ‘Guess she really is trying to impress the boss.’

‘She’s not trying to impress me,’ Ran drawled, ‘she just wanted to bake for the guy who cracked someone’s skull for her.’

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Sanzu smirked, ‘open the damn box, I’m curious now.’

Mikey opened it slowly, and the scent that hit the room was immediate: sweet red bean, a hint of vanilla and custard, and that perfect golden crust smell. Warm. Soft. Homemade.

He picked one up with his fingers, taking a bite with no hesitation.

The room went silent.

Then, Mikey paused mid-chew, eyes narrowing in thought, ‘These are good,’ he mumbled through the bite.

‘No,’ Sanzu corrected, reaching for another one, ‘these are dangerously good. I might propose to her.’

‘You’ll scare her off,’ Ran muttered.

Koko tried a bite and nodded thoughtfully, ‘She could open her own bakery.’

Takeomi hummed in approval, already going for seconds, ‘we should put her on payroll just to bake.’

Mikey, still munching, looked up at Ran with his usual emotionless stare, ‘She really made these for me?’

Ran nodded once, ‘said you saved her. This was her way of saying thanks.’

There was a pause. Mikey stared down at the taiyaki in his hand like it held the answers to the universe.

‘She can bake again,’ he said, ‘whenever she wants.’

Ran smirked, just a little, ‘I’ll let her know.’

[zofi-persson-quotes]

RYGB are using an Ouija board

Red: Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house?

Vic in their Ghost form, through the board: YES.

Green: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month.

Blue: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out.

Vic, confused: WAIT, WHAT—

[luveline]

hii hope youre doing well! could i request coworker!james where r comes in to work sick and he gets worried?

fem!reader, 1.3k

It’s getting old, the whole charade. James didn’t like you and now he does. You used to piss him off, now you don’t. Somehow, someway, he’s seen parts of you he couldn’t help but love, in your voice, how you talk; in your hands, your touch; in your emails worst of all. Who ever thought that James could fall in love on Outlook? 

Dearest desk mate,

Where are you? It’s 9.45 and you aren’t here. You realise work starts at 8.30? Besides my worry, I need the invoice for Lang and Co. and Remus doesn’t have them either.

You’re my only hope, 

James

You email back a stringy fifteen minutes later. 

James, 

I’ll be there soon. I can’t attach the file from my phone but I will send it to you the second second I get there, I know you asked meyesterday. I’m sorry for holding you up .

James reads your email with a frown. Your typos are unlike you. He wonders if perhaps you’re texting and driving, which is abhorrent, but you walk into the office a minute later, so you must’ve been responding to him as you walked. 

You duck straight into the manager’s office. James can hear you say sorry before the door is fully closed, craning his neck for a good look at you. 

Remus laughs shamelessly. “Worried about her?” 

“About who?” he asks, even as his chair creaks and threatens to snap under his weight, leaning back to see you through the frosted glass. 

“She’s not going anywhere now she’s here, James. Nobody stops by for social visits.” 

James relents when he realises you may be in there for a little while. The rain today is aggressive against the window, condensation dripping down the windows to pool atop the radiators. You hate it; you love the radiators when they’re working in the winter, but sad summer days with rubbish weather bog you down. Either way, the condensation wets your elbows or gathers on your desk —it’s not nice. James grabs a wad of tissues from the box on his desk and begins his quick mission. 

“Oh, my god. Jamie, you can’t be serious.” 

“I'm avoiding electrocution.” 

“You’re cleaning up for her,” Remus says, putting his face in his hand to watch him with a softer smile, “it’s nice of you, really, but you can’t expect me to pretend I believe you when you say you don’t like her for much longer if you’re going to do stuff like this.” 

“Now say that five times fast.” 

His heart drops when you clear your throat, caught, sodden tissue in hand. You don’t eyeball him, there’s no scorn, you clear your throat again and all but collapse into your seat. 

“Hey,” James says. 

You tip your head back. “Hi, James.” Your eyes are bloodshot, and, to James’ surprise, you aren’t wearing a lick of makeup. You look very pretty but very tired, too. 

“You okay?” 

Remus bends around the desktop. “Yeah, are you okay? 

“I’m fine,” you drop your head back with some vertigo, and press your hands to your eyes. “I’m not very well, is all.” 

“What’s wrong?” Remus asks. 

“Just poorly. Um, I have a bad headache, and my ears are ringing, but it’s not unmanageable. I’m full of sudafed.” 

“Can’t you go home? We can manage without you until you’re better,” Remus says.

“I had all that time off a few weeks ago,” you say. You’d been ill not so long ago. 

“You can have some of my sick days,” James says immediately. 

You rub your eyes hard enough to make James’ ache in sympathy. “Doesn’t work like that.” 

“You really shouldn’t be here if you’re sick,” James says. 

“I won’t get you sick, I promise. I brought hand sanitizer, I’m not sneezing or coughing, I’m just aching.” Your movements are lethargic as you lean back in your chair, the slow roll of your shoulders and the limp cross of your arms over your stomach hard to ignore. 

James rounds the desk to chuck his tissues in the little bin beneath it. “I don’t think either of us are worried about you getting us sick, lovely.” 

Your face crumples quickly and neatens up again just as fast. “My head just hurts,” you say, rubbing your forehead. You manage to summon a wobbly smile despite your pinched brows. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” 

If it were Sirius, James would thrust a bottle of water and a pack of ibuprofen at him and tell him to chill out. It it were Remus, the expression would turn his heart, and he’d give his friend a good pat on the back. You aren’t Sirius nor Remus, you’re not so close to him that James knows what to do, but what use is he if he doesn’t try?

“Can I make you a cup of tea?” James asks. 

“That’s cruel,” Remus says, “your tea is like milky disappointment.” He stands with a smile James hates, some playful conniving mixture with good intentions deep, deep down. “I’ll make it. James, why don’t you turn the radiator?” 

“Is that okay?” James asks. 

“What?” 

“Do you think that’ll make you feel better, the radiator?” James asks. 

“I can do it.”

“No, it’s okay, it hurts your hand. I’ll turn it up.” He weaves back in between your chair and the radiator. Your desk is close enough to be faced with your thighs, but James doesn’t get half as distracted by them as he does your twitchy face. 

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks. 

“You and Remus worry too much.” You give him the side eye. “Why do you care?” 

“I think we’re a little bit past pretending we don’t like each other, aren’t we?” 

He turns the radiator on with less struggle than he’s anticipating and holds his hand to the bottom until he feels the metal warming. “Tell me if that gets too hot for you,” he says, standing. 

“Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem.” 

“No, really,” you say, rubbing the bridge of your nose, “thanks for worrying about me. I’ll feel better in an hour.” 

“Did you eat breakfast?” He brings his hand up to wipe a stray fibre from your cheek, “Why were you late?” 

“I…” Your eyes follow his hand as he lowers it. Emboldened, James raises it again, wiping at a phantom fibre. “What is it?” 

“Little hair on your cheek.” 

“I slept late, and I felt strange in the car so I parked for a bit, and… I don’t know. I should’ve stayed home, but you know what he’s like about sick days.” 

“You feel alright now, other than the headache?” 

“Just heavy.” 

James spots Remus coming back and steps away. “You’ll be alright, okay? Don’t worry too much. Do some of the top spreadsheets and we can manage the rest.” 

“You don’t have to do that for me.” 

James does, really. Remus gives you your mug of tea and one of the plastic wrapped muffins from the kitchen, both boys keeping watch over you like a vigil. If you were well enough to notice you’d complain, but you spend the next few hours sipping at your tea as it turns cold, and nibbling at little bits of muffin, clearly tired. 

You email James the Lang and Co. invoices four hours after he’s asked for them with a sorry and a frowny face emoticon. James wants to kiss you on the forehead, feels it so strongly it becomes a different kind of wanting, to look after you and for you to want him to do that. He’s in way too deep. There’s not much he can do. 

“You want some more tea?” he asks, leaning over to grab your discarded mug.

“Yeah, please, Jamie.” 

James’ fingers wobble around the mug. 

Remus glances up from his phone. 

“Of course,” James says, smiling, “coming right up.” 

Jamie, he thinks. Friends call him Jamie. He can be your friend, he’d love to be your friend, but Jamie. Even sick, you say it sweetly. He trips over himself trying to get what you asked. 

[stray-kaz]

Sleep Study : a Yeon Sieun x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Sieun awkwardly asked you over to study, only to be rendered confused and even more silent when you fall asleep on his bed. What is he supposed to do?

You simply stared at the back of the boy retreating from you, his shoulders rounded as always, always trying to make himself appear insignificant, smaller somehow. His parting words rang in your ears.

"Do you want to come over and study with me?"

Wait. You hadn't given him an answer. You opened your mouth.

"Yeon Sieun!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned his head halfway to look back over his shoulder at you, his brown eyes as sorrowful as a bloodhound's. Gravel flew as you raced after him, only managing to stop by grabbing onto his shoulders. Sieun staggered a little before adjusting his stance and restabilising. He blinked at you. He said nothing, merely waited for you to use your words.

"Yes" you announced, slightly out of breath from your mad dash.

One of his dark eyebrows rose a little, but he still didn't speak. You realised you were still holding onto him, and let go. His only reaction was a slight scrunching of his eyebrows.

"Yes, what?"

You swallowed.

"Yes, I want to come over and study with you. Please. If the offer is still on the table. I could probably use some help."

You offered him a smile and one corner of his mouth twitched...slightly. Then he sighed.

"You can't be any worse than Suho. You don't sleep through all your classes" he muttered. "Come on then."

Sieun hailed a taxi and opened the door for you. Butterflies flitted in your stomach at the chivalrous gesture and he eyed you curiously as you ducked under his arm, a pink tint to your cheeks.

The apartment he sometimes shared with his dad was tidy and clean, and his bedroom matched. Neatly made bed, immaculately organised work desk and bookshelf. You glanced around before shrugging off your backpack and placing it up against the end of his bed, out of the way. You squatted down, the hem of your school skirt brushing the floor, and rummaged in your backpack for work books and a pen, unaware of Sieun's wordless gaze draped over you.

You straightened up and his own backpack slammed onto the carpet with a thud and you blinked at him in surprise.

"How heavy is that thing?" you asked him, curious.

He just shrugged and didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on your hands, then on the high flush in your cheeks. You took a step toward him and he suddenly turned his back and vanished out through the door of his bedroom, returning a few moments later with a second rolling chair for you to sit on. You perched on the edge, still a little or a lot nervous, and he slowly pushed the chair in under the desk. Your face flamed hotter. He didn't seem to notice.

Sieun bent over his backpack and unzipped it, yanking out a number of work books and a heavy pencil case, setting them down perfectly evenly on top of his desk. You bit your lip and copied him, slanting your single black pen on top of a book.

Silence thickened the air in the room, until you bravely turned to him to see if it could be broken. The air stuck in your throat when you saw he was already looking at you, waiting. His eyebrows lifted when your lips parted slightly, taken aback by him yet again. His silent attention was unnerving to others, but it just flooded your stomach with wild butterflies. Nobody else ever looked at you like he did.

"You said you need help" Sieun said calmly. "What do you need help with?"

Breathing.

You shook your head slightly and smiled tentatively.

"Mathematics" you answered honestly. "It does my head in."

A flicker of a smile touched his lips and your heart lurched against your ribs. Sieun nodded.

"I can help with that."

Hours had stretched on by, Sieun had gotten up to turn on the light an hour ago already, and the desk had empty drink cans and snack wrappers littered across the furthest edge. Sieun was still scrawling tidily across page after page of study notes, but you had given in a while ago and gone silent.

In fact, you were a little too silent now.

He stretched and rolled out the stiff muscles in his neck before spinning his chair around to face you, coming to a sudden halt when he saw you curled up on his bed, eyes closed, your back barely moving as you breathed in and out. Slowly, not taking his eyes off you, he reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. He scrolled through his contacts, looking for Suho. The other boy picked up on the third ring.

'What's up, Sieun?' he asked loudly; there was laughing in the background. 'How's your date going?'

Sieun felt himself blush.

"It's not a date" he mumbled. "But..."

He could almost hear Suho's ears perk up.

'But...?' he repeated, prompting.

Sieun sighed, resigned.

"She fell asleep on my bed and I don't know what to do. What do I do with her now?"

Suho's laughter echoed in his ear and he held the phone away slightly, rolling his eyes. He only brought it back when the laughter ceased. When next he spoke, Suho's voice had a lower, dramatic tone to it.

'What do you want to do?'

Sieun almost threw his phone.

"Be serious" he growled.

Suho cleared his throat.

'Well, unless you want to sleep on the floor or share, you should probably wake her up.'

Sieun sighed and hung up, muttering to himself. He dropped his phone on his open work book and carefully sat down on the edge of his bed, lowering a hand to gingerly touch your shoulder. You barely stirred, only inched closer to him across the blanket until your knee bumped his thigh.

Sieun raised his eyes to the ceiling, then took a deep slow breath and gently shook your shoulder, murmuring your name into the sleepy silence.

What happened next wouldn't have been statistically possible if he hadn't been sitting so close, Sieun was sure. Breaking free from your doze, you sat up so fast, eyes still mostly shut, your mouth colliding with his. Your sleepy eyes flashed open in shock to see him blinking wide, his tired eyes now not looking so tired.

You pulled back, babbling apologies, but in a split second, his fingers were pressing lightly to your lips, shushing you. When you quieted, his gaze lowered to your mouth and he leaned forward in the breathy silence and let himself kiss you, his fingers now gentle on the underside of your chin to hold you in place.

Chaste, shy, soft, sending little tingles throughout your body. He pulled away after each little kiss, checked your eyes, then went back in. You eventually threaded your fingers through his hair, softly anchoring him to you, giving him little hitched gasps in between kisses.

You lost your balance a little, tipping forward to brace yourself with a hand on his thigh, fingertips pressing in as Sieun huffed a surprised breath in through his nose. His head was spinning a little now, your scent and sounds in his head, filling it with colourful cotton wool, your sleepy mouth under his, your gentle hands on him. His heart was thumping so hard he was vaguely surprised it was still inside him.

He could have kissed you for hours, forever, but the noise of the front door opening, the lock mechanism disengaging and resetting, flipped a switch in his brain and he broke apart from you again, breathing hard, eyes heavy lidded and dark, smoky brown. You blinked confusedly at him and he held a finger to his lips before impulsively leaning in and kissing you on the forehead.

"My dad's home" he murmured into your skin, and you shivered in spite of his words. "Let me introduce you and then I'll take you home."

You pulled your school blazer on and gathered your belongings before trailing shyly after Sieun to stand in front of his father, who stared at his son as if he had grown a second head. He stammered to explain that you were the first girl, or first anything, honestly, that Sieun had brought home and he was honoured to meet you. He dutifully neglected to comment on his son's rumpled hair or the gleaming light in your eyes as you looked at him.

Sieun asked the taxi driver to wait while he walked you up to your apartment, gingerly reaching for your hand to hold in the elevator. His palm felt warm and strong against yours and you couldn't help leaning your shoulder against him.

When you reached your door, you turned to press your back onto it and looked up at him, brushing your hair away from your eyes. He seemed at a loss for words all over again.

"So. I'll see you at school tomorrow?" he asked finally.

You nodded and shyly reached up for his collar, bringing him down to press your lips to his, yearning for the sweet feeling again. You felt his shoulders relax and his mouth soften out of its usual frown, letting you lavish undivided attention on his bottom lip. His breathing was soft and regular, but his hands on your waist were anything but, grasping and kneading on your hips, the only physical sign he was anything but perfectly in control.

Your lungs struggled and burned a little, but you weren't willing to let him move away, until someone wandered by and coughed loudly, giving you no choice.

"Horny kids" the person muttered.

You blushed bright red in the overhead doorway light and Sieun's hands lifted slowly off your hips. He looked mussed right down to his toes.

"Goodnight" he murmured.

He squeezed your hand one final time and walked back down the hallway, hands in his pockets.

Best. Study. Date. Ever.

Tagging with delight: @writingmysanity

[finelinevogue]

Hi i was wondering if you could write an aaron hotchner fic where the reader gets really bad anxiety and Hotch is always there for them? Maybe like established relationship?

“drop the sir”

yes yes yes - my new loml aaron hotchner <3

cw: i guess this is shy!reader | anxiety | reader scratches their hands | she/her pronouns used | no established relationship sorry! i wanted this to be a developmental thing

word count - ~1.5k

The first time that Aaron noticed your anxiety was on your first day at the BAU.

He had remembered you from the internship programme where he had shown you around the place. One afternoon with you and he had known that you deserved a place amongst the team here. It was no surprise that 6 months later - after your internship - that you were hired full-time.

You had walked into the BAU, bag hanging on your shoulder and you had clasped it like it was your lifeline.

Aaron had noticed you all the way across the room from his office. He had been speaking to Reid, but soon paid no attention to what the genius was saying as he watched you nervously look around the room like you were out of place.

He'd gone over to you instantly, wanting to be the first person to reach you.

"Y/N?" He had asked, holding out his hand for you to shake.

It didn't go unnoticed the slight tremble to your hand as you reached out to give his a shake, accompanied with a nervous smile.

"Agent Hotchner, Sir." You nodded.

"You might wanna drop the 'Sir', it'll go straight to his head otherwise." Garcia said in passing as she walked past you both.

You chuckled as you shook your bosses hand. He had a firm grasp. They were firm and calloused, but somehow made you feel like you were in safe company. After he let go you felt disappointed, although you still had the pleasure of looking at him - standing in front of you in a clean suit and his hands in his trouser pockets.

"She's right." Aaron smirked, before resetting to his normal stoic face.

"Am I in the right place?" You asked.

"If you're asking that question then I'm afraid we might've hired the wrong person."

"O-oh, no.. I-"

"I'm joking." He gave a small smile, making you breath out a sigh of relief. You really hadn't wanted to get fired on your first day.

Luckily for you, Aaron had caught onto the fact you were nervous and made sure you knew he was only teasing you. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uneasy. Starting a new job was difficult, he knew that, and nerves were high - he wanted to make sure that you felt as comfortable as possible whilst settling in.

"Didn't realise you made those." Garcia said, walking passed again.

"Garcia, don't you have a job to do." Aaron said, using his usual frowny face unlike the one he'd been using with you.

"Yes, Sir." Garcia said, walking away with a smirk.

"Welcome to the BAU."

💼 . 🎞️ . 💼

It wasn't until someone brought you up in conversation that he thought about your shyness for the second time.

"So what do you think of the newbie?" Morgan asked, making a coffee. Aaron seriously questioned whether Morgan actually did any work around here seeing how often he caught him hanging around the coffee machine.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah."

Aaron looked out of the break room kitchen and across the room to where you were sat at your desk.

It had been a week since you've joined and you'd been really involved with helping with paperwork so far. Your supervisor had been teaching you various bits of information throughout the week, but Aaron was wondering whether they were wasting your capabilities by having you stuck at a desk constantly.

He'd also noticed how quiet you were.

You never initiated conversation at someone else's desk, only ever if they came to you first. You never left your desk for random breaks, you just kept your head down and did your paperwork. He'd seen you in the break room maybe once and that was only to make a drink.

"Shy." Aaron responded. "Quiet."

"Reid said she's done twice as much paperwork as Catherine and she's been here 5 weeks less than Catherine."

"Well, Catherine is a waste of space." Aaron said honestly, causing Morgan to choke a little on his coffee from his bluntness - not that he disagreed.

"Well what do you think?"

Aaron turned from watching you chew on the ends of your pen to face Morgan, who had been watching him the whole time instead of you.

"I think she'll be interesting." Morgan smirked into his coffee.

"For what?"

"No, buddy." Morgan patted Aaron's back. "For who?"

Morgan left the room with Aaron frowning in confusion.

You'd be interesting for who?

💼 . 🎞️ . 💼

Aaron was known to have a quick temper, but no one had seen him quite like this.

"Missing files!" He shouted around the room. "No one is leaving this building until someone can tell me where they are."

Aaron ran a stressed hand over his jaw.

The room was silent except for the humming background noise that the air conditioning was making. People were nervous to look at their boss, much less look up from where they were hiding against themselves.

You in particular were shaking like a leaf in the wind.

You had covered your sweater over your hands to stop the urge to scratch away at your hands - as you often did when your anxiety spiked. Your hands were often scabbed, scarred and quite frankly... ugly from where you'd subconsciously scratched away at your skin. A habit that had stemmed from younger years.

"Who was working on the New Orleans case last?" Aaron asked.

Everyone was silent - no one dared to speak up.

A pit dropped in your stomach. You had been working on those files a couple of weeks ago, maybe even in your first week of the job. Catherine had been helping you organise a bunch of files and you'd spotted a mistake in the paperwork for the New Orleans case. She had said to leave it to one side and that you could come back to it later. You'd assumed the paperwork had been changed, corrected and put back but now you're not so sure.

"Anyone? Someone must have?" Aaron asked again, his patience wearing thin.

"Y/N was, Agent Hotchner." Caroline spoke up from where she was stood near you.

Your heart went then, pounding against your chest. Your mouth went dry and you could feel your body start to heat up.

There was a part of you that wanted to bring Caroline down with you, but you were only new here and you were terrified of stepping on anyone's toes. You hadn't even chatted with anyone in the break room yet in case you started chatting to someone who didn't want to talk to you.

You looked around the room, lots of faces staring back at you.

You felt like you were going to stop breathing. The situation was far too overwhelming.

Worst of all was when you looked at your boss. He sighed as he looked up at the ceiling in stress before he returned his gaze to you.

"Y/N. My office, 5 minutes."

As soon as Aaron walked off and back to his office the rest of the room started up with hushed conversations. You could feel people looking at you, probably for the last time since you were no doubt about to be fired.

It was embarrassing.

You didn't dare sit back down at your desk, afraid you'd get told off for that.

Caroline gave you a pitying look as if to say 'should've-been-more-careful' and in the deepest of your heart you really wanted to call her out on it. It was her mistake too and she'd been training you. It seemed a little unfair to pin this all on you.

Nevertheless you walked your way slowly towards Aaron’s office.

Your hands unwound themselves from your sleeves and your right one started scratching the skin on your left one.

You only notice when you start scratching, not the continuation of it so it quickly dropped out of your mind that you were doing it.

You knocked on Aaron’s door twice.

“Come in.”

You made your way inside, shutting the door behind you and coming to stand in front of his desk.

He was sat in his chair behind his desk, paperwork everywhere. It looked chaotic and disorganised - much like he was probably feeling.

Aaron looked at you with his piercing eyes, no doubt profiling his way through this situation.

You tried to maintain eye contact but you lasted all of three seconds before your eyes turned to your hands - which were now red raw from the scratching.

“I need you to quit that.” He spoke in a neutral tone.

You looked up at him, eyes a little blurry from where the tears wanted to fall but you refused to let them. You nodded in understanding.

“Sure.” You swallowed the hard lump in the back of your throat, “Would you like be gone by the end of the day o-or, like, in ten minutes time, because I can pack my stuff up in –.”

“Y/N.” Aaron tried to cut in.

“—a few minutes. I just need to…”

“Y/N.” Aaron stood up.

He rounded the desk and stood a mere metre in front of you. You braved to look at him and noticed how sad his eyes looked. Those sad brown eyes looked at you so softly, whilst his eyebrows couldn’t decide whether to furrow or stay straight.

That’s when you noticed his hand outreaching towards yours, ever so slowly with an almost hesitation.

“Stop, please.” He said very quietly.

You looked down to where his hands were meeting yours and you understood what he had meant now. He hadn’t meant quit quit, he had meant quit scratching your hands.

“Sorry.” You quickly held your hands down by your sides, refusing to draw more attention to it.

Aaron’s hand retracted, but some part of you wondered what it would have felt like if his skin had touched yours again.

Would it have felt as warm as you remembered? Or would it feel more electric this time?

The room was quiet but you knew Aaron was waiting for you to speak.

“Agent Hotchner, um.. Sir.” You cleared your throat before looking at his eyes, so he could tell you were speaking the truth, “I didn’t lose those files, Sir.”

You stood your ground, not allowing your anxiety to take over this conversation.

Aaron nodded his head.

“I know.” He said with a small smile.

“You do?”

“Dr Reid messaged me somewhat 30 seconds before you came in here, notifying me that the files were found in the paper bin closest to Caroline’s desk. They’d been filled out and filed incorrectly, am I right?” He waited for you to nod before continuing, “And you spotted the mistake? Caroline pulled the files to the side, I assume and made it look like you’d messed up.”

“Yes. Sorry, yes Sir.”

Aaron nodded his head.

“Y/N, why did you let Caroline use you like that?” Aaron asked, crossing his hands over his chest.

You looked down, ashamed with yourself.

“I don’t know, Sir. I guess, maybe it’s because I’m still new here?”

Aaron made his way back around his desk, allowing you to breathe without his shadow enveloping you. It was a weird thing to note that you sort of missed his near presence though.

He made his way to sit back down, leaving you standing with nothing to say or do.

Aaron picked up the phone and dialled in his assistant.

“Hi, yeah. Could you let Caroline know I want to speak to her in my office in ten minutes. Mhm. Yeah. Yeah, no, tell her it’s to do with her redundancy.”

You tried not to gasp or looked shocked when Aaron put down the phone abruptly, but hearing that Caroline was being fired for her mistake was quite the turn of events. She was no doubt going to think you tattled, too, when actually in fact Aaron is just a damn good profiler.

“You’re free to get back to work, Y/N.” He gave you a curt smile.

“T-thank you.”

You gave him the best smile you could, before you turned to walk out of his office.

You could feel his gaze on you but you didn’t turn until he called your name a final time.

“Y/N?”

“Sir?”

“You’re doing a good job here. Keep it up, just drop the Sir - It’s Hotch.”

Both you and Aaron were smiling as you left the room.

💼 . 🎞️ . 💼

[BONUS]

You started the day by finding a gift bag on your desk.

Looking around the room you tried to catch someone’s attention to figure out who was behind this. Was it some cruel prank or was it a real gesture? Ever since Caroline had been fired people had been nicer to you, almost thanking you for initiating her leave.

Before unpacking your bag or even taking off your coat you removed the tissue paper from the bag and unwrapped the small box inside.

You came across a small white box, rectangular in shape with cellophane wrapped around it.

You turned the box over until you noticed the name and contents; ‘Smoothing Hand Cream - Sensitive & Kind to All Skin Types’.

There was only one person who could have bought you this.

You quickly turned to Hotch’s office and saw him standing at his door with a coffee in hand. He nodded at you and gave you a smile with teeth - something that was very rare.

Something that was more meaningful than a tube of hand cream.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Let Me Prove It

Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> After months of grieving for Logan, he proves to you he's not going anywhere.

Disclaimer: Descriptions of death, blood, reader goes through grief of losing Logan. Angst, sadness, some fluff. There is a happy ending. Illusions to smut towards the end. Not Proof Read.

You could remember the day you fell in love with Logan Howlett. 

It had been a rainy afternoon. Nothing grand had happened that day. The kids had been in classes all day, most exams were happening all week but by Friday, they’d all be over for the semester. There was stew, heating up on the stove, and you had been reading your book. 

At least, you’d been trying to. 

Often, your mind would wander off on its own and only half way through your train of thought would you realise you had boarded the wrong train and it was already moving. And just like a flash of a meadow, snapping past one of the compartment windows, you discovered you had feelings for Logan. 

And watching him walk through the backdoor only a moment later, confirmed your thoughts. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

Your train came to a halt and you snapped up, focusing on reality. “What?”

Logan grumbled. “Nothing. Dinner ready?”

“Almost. Storm’s looking for you, by the way. She wants to know if you can cover her class next week. She’s got a doctor's appointment and no one’s available.”

Logan still had his back turned as he looked in the cupboard for something. “Sure. What class?”

“History. What are you looking for?”

Logan didn’t fully answer you. He just mumbled a noise before pulling a small box out from the back and closing the door. Turning around he opened it up, took a cookie out before offering it to you. 

“She got a lesson plan?”

Looking down at your book, you dog-eared the page. Sometimes, you’d use a bookmark but considering most of them would disappear without a trace and leave you fending for yourself to find your page again, hours after you’d read it, you gave up on them. 

“Yeah, she’s already left it in your room.”

“Of course she has.” Logan took another bite of his cookie and rounded the kitchen island. 

Your gaze followed him. Mostly out of curiosity. You and Logan were friends. Not best friends. But good friends. Well…

Good enough friends. 

Could you really be in love with him?

Reaching up into the top cupboard, he brought down the set of bowls and took half from the top. 

“You take the rest.”

And for the next ten minutes, you both laid out the table in time for dinner. 

Then you watched as he helped some of the younger kids with their hot meals. Despite all of his grumbling and his small protests when it came to calling him the best baby-sitter. 

Logan was good with kids. 

Yep. 

You were in love with Logan. 

And just like how you could remember the day you fell in love with Logan, you could also remember the day he died. 

It had torn you to pieces. 

It still did. 

It had been on a mission. You’d all faced worse before. And yet, somehow, nobody was prepared for what was about to happen. Everything blew up. Quite literally. You had been helping some of the kids to safety with Storm and Scott. Scott had left half way through, running to find Jean and help her. Storm had given him cover, as well as the kids. 

And once you knew the kids were in safe hands on the jet, you ran back. 

Only, when you got to the top of the hill, having skidded to a halt only to catch yourself on a rotting tree, you looked down to see for the first time, the image that would be forever imprinted in your mind. 

Logan and Jean were at the bottom. Scott had made it just in time to hold his girlfriend back when Logan took the brunt of the attack. It sent him flying and when he fell to the floor, your gut twisted. 

Usually, he’d get up. 

But something was off. 

He wasn’t getting up. Not as quickly, anyway. 

And when he did, an attack came sooner than anyone else had expected. 

Straight through his stomach and a second through his side, Logan was impaled to the tree before being torn from it, sent flying forward with the tentacle branches before being pulled off and sent flying to the ground. 

You remembered screaming his name along with the others before running forward. Storm had made it there before you, but you were the first on your knees beside him, trying to check for any healing that was starting. 

It wasn’t. 

You heard the muffled voices of the rest of the team in your ears, fighting against your own heartbeat as you looked down at Logan. He was bleeding out and fast. 

The bodies beside you disappeared and followed after the attacker and soon everything became…

Silent. 

The ringing in your ears had stopped, your ears had gotten used to your own heartbeat, and you tried your best to focus on Logan. 

His eyes were closed. Begging him through your own tears for him to open his, you took his hand. Feeling for his pulse, it was weak. And getting weaker. 

“Logan…please. Please don’t do this.”

Then your hearing focused on his heartbeat. Each beat took longer to come after the other until finally, with one weak squeeze of goodbye to your hand, Logan died. 

The hours that followed after that became a blur. 

The man you loved but had never told had died in front of you. You had heard his heartbeat stop. You had felt his last goodbye. He never got any last words. Just one last touch. 

And every night that followed after that, you re-lived it. Over and over and over again. Each night, the same. Logan. The branches. The blood. The pulse. The heartbeat. The touch. The silence. 

Sometimes you’d wake just as he touched your hand, the ghost of a feeling left on your palm as you woke. 

The others never bothered to ask. At least, not after the first time you had told them. The Professor had gathered you all in his office after everything had happened. And all you could think of was that Logan’s body was lay, lifeless, underneath the school. 

He had asked you what had happened and, with your arms folded and your eyes on the ground, you answered him. 

“He wasn’t healing. There wasn’t anything I could do. He died,” you explained before looking up at the Professor and giving him Logan’s time of death. “May I go now? I want to make sure the kids are okay.”

The Professor excused you and you left as quickly as you could, the door slamming a little louder than you had meant. 

And for the next two months, you…kept yourself busy. 

People talked about Logan, they were determined to keep his memory alive. But they didn’t have to go to bed at night, just for his memory to die again. Each morning, you seemed to wake up earlier than usual. And with the feeling of Logan’s hand against yours, you busied yourself as best as you could. 

Grading papers, alphabetising the library, cleaning every possible surface including the ceilings, constantly doing the laundry. Weeding out the garden, planting some new flower beds. Fixing the creaky wooden board in the hallway, painting the doors and wooden boards between the windows. Trimming the bushes, scrubbing the pots (even the old ones that weren’t in use anymore). 

You did anything and everything you could. Mostly to keep your mind busy but party because you hoped, if you tired yourself out enough, you might have caught a break. Made it one night through without re-living Logan’s death. 

But all of that changed one afternoon when you were called to the Professor’s study. 

Where you came face to face with…

Logan. 

Everyone was confused. 

Apart from the Professor. 

And throughout the meeting you remained quiet. Obviously, everyone was angry at the fact the Professor had kept such a big secret. 

“We didn’t know if it would work and we didn’t want anyone to have to re-live their grief.” The Professor explained. “It was a shot in the dark.”

“How is this even possible?” Storm asked as she sat down. 

“It seems Logan’s healing abilities were simply weakened. He needed help to heal. Medical help that not I, nor I’m afraid even you, Jean, could give him. There is a doctor I know, based in Alberta. She helped boost Logan’s healing factor and made sure that whatever had weakened him was no longer in his system.”

There was a little more explaining to do, but you could feel yourself drifting from the conversation. You just kept looking at Logan as he stood by the window and the Professor’s desk. 

He had his back turned when you had walked inside, the others all looking confused and annoyed, having to wait for you before they got their explanation. 

He had died. 

You had seen him die. 

You had felt him die. 

And yet, there he stood. His hands in his pockets, looking around the room, breathing and living as if nothing had even happened. 

Not long after all the explanations, everyone got to voice their opinion and you came last. Everyone looked at you, including Logan. 

And all you wanted to do was run.

To him or away from him, you couldn’t quite tell. 

So, with a breath, you forced a half smile and nodded. “It’s good to have you back. Professor, may I go? I’ve got a class that’s about to start.”

“Of…of course. I would have thought-”

Reaching for the door, you looked back. “See you round, Logan.”

Just before you closed the door, you heard Storm announce her way to Logan to give him a hug. But even the Professor couldn’t concentrate on that because he couldn’t help but notice there was something different about you. 

Of course, he’d noticed you’d been keeping yourself busy. Missing out on family dinners, eating yours when you found the time later on in the evening, cleaning up the classrooms after hours, doing a little touch ups here and there with a smaller paint can and paintbrush. 

Little did he know, you had just been filling in the spots you had missed the day before. 

But he had figured you had been like the others. Itching to hug Logan. Being glad he was alive and breathing. 

Instead…

You had barely said two words and had left as soon as you could. 

“Are you okay?” Storm asked you later that night when you were cooking dinner. 

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Storm lifted herself onto a stool opposite you. “I don’t know. You just didn’t seem…excited about Logan being back.”

“Of course I’m excited he’s back.”

“Then would it kill you to show it?” Storm asked, half jokingly. “Here, let me help.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay, I’m almost done.”

Storm moved her hands away from your chopping board slowly. “Okay. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You smiled. “Ororo, I’m fine. Scouts honour. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

You shrugged, forcing your mind back to reality. “Nothing. It’s just been a long day, s’all.”

Later that evening, you found yourself alone in your classroom. The others were down the hall having dinner but you had found yourself something to do. You could have gone down but whether out of habit of the last two months or fear, you didn’t wish to join them. 

Your appetite had already been worse for wear over the last couple of weeks. If you were sat at the table, across from Logan, you wouldn’t have been able to even think about eating. 

So, taking another bite of your sandwich, you turned back to your essays. 

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Logan looked around the table. You were missing. 

“Whose turn was it to cook tonight?” Logan asked. 

“Y/n’s.” Jean told him. “She’s been making most of the meals lately. Guess she just got the cooking bug.”

“But she’s not here.”

Jean shrugged it off. “She’ll probably get some later.”

“Where is she?” He asked as he went to stand. But Jean stopped him. 

“Oh, no. Stay. Come on, Everyone needs to catch up.”

“Catch up on what?” Logan asked. “I’ve been in a hospital in Alberta for two months.”

“Please, just…stay. Besides, Y/n’ll appear when she wants. She’s probably busy.”

And after a little bit more convincing, Logan stayed. You’d left so abruptly that morning, he questioned if you even wanted to see him at all. 

It continued like that for a week. 

At first, Logan tried to convince himself you weren’t avoiding him. But as the week went on and he began to see less of you inside his routine, he knew you had to be. 

And then he began to notice things. 

Everything seemed cleaner than when he had left. And brighter. Fresher, even. The doors had been given a paint job. Despite it being dry, he could still smell the aroma of fresh paint in the air. The halls were less creaky when he walked down them. The cupboards were tidier. He could find his cookies with ease now. 

And despite the fact he didn’t read all that much, he knew the library had changed. Even the books that no-one ever touched. There wasn’t a speck of dust to be seen near them. And one of his personal favourites – a book he tended to read around winter, where the cover was falling off and the pages were falling apart – had been binded to look like new.

So, taking action into his own hands, he went to look for you. 

And it wasn’t long before he found you. 

You had escaped him when he saw you planting fresh flowers in the garden, and you had escaped him when you had brought in the groceries having used Storm as a distraction for you to slip out of the kitchen once everything was away. 

But he had found you in the library. 

Once again, you hadn’t come to dinner, making up an excuse that you needed to work. And Logan knew for a fact you hadn’t left to come and get your dinner yet so, he brought it to you. 

“Thought you might be hungry.”

You looked up but Logan had already heard the change in your pulse. 

“Oh…thanks. You can just leave it there.”

And he did. 

“You’ve got to eat at some point.”

“I will,” you looked back up at him. “Soon. I promise.”

This was the longest conversation you’d both had since he got back. So, he took a seat across from you. 

“What are you working on?”

“Work.”

Logan smiled. “Funny.”

Then the silence washed over you both. But he didn’t want it to stick. “Y/n?”

You hummed a response. 

“Can you look at me?”

Your heartbeat seemed to jump and you took in a discrete breath. Finally seeing your face, Logan smiled. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’ve not been avoiding you.” You looked back at your work. 

“Yes, you have.”

“What makes you say that?”

Logan gave you a list. “The constant work, the avoidance of dinners, the silent treatment. Did I do something?”

You shook your head. “You haven’t done anything, Logan.”

“Then can you look at me when you tell me that so I might believe you.”

Finally, you looked at him. 

“Tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on.”

Logan asked again. “What’s going on?”

You laughed, nervously. “Nothing’s going on. Logan, I’m fine.”

“Are you? Because you’ve been avoiding me since I got back and- what? What is it?”

You laughed again, except this time you didn’t know how you’d describe it. 

“‘Got back’ you repeated his words. “You say that as if you left for a vacation. You died, Logan. Or did you forget that?”

“No. Y/n. What’s going on?”

You shook your head and packed away your things as quickly as you could. “Forget I said anything. Thanks for dinner.”

“You didn’t even eat-” Logan watched you walk away from him again. 

He’d rather have you fight him than avoid him, so he pressed on. 

“Talk to me.” Logan followed after you. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. It’s late, Logan. Go to bed.”

“Only when you do.”

“What?” You asked. 

“Your bedroom, it’s upstairs, down the hall from mine. In the opposite direction. The only thing this way is your classroom.”

“I’ve got to finish grading.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

You shrugged. “What teacher doesn’t get enough sleep?”

“Something is going on. Something has been going on. For a while. Please,” Logan begged. “Just tell me what it is.”

You stopped in your tracks. “Do you really want to know what it is?”

“Yes.” Logan nodded, stopping in front of you. 

“Okay then, I’ll tell you.”

And you did. 

“I watched you die, Logan. I heard your heart stop. I watched as blood pooled out of your body with no way for me to stop it. Even after three scalding hot showers, I still had your bloodstains on my skin, under my nails and on my clothes. Every night when I close my eyes, I re-live it. Everything. Every tiny detail. And the silence afterwards…it’s deafening. Sometimes I wake up, still feeling the pressure you put into my hand. Sometimes it’s still there hours after I wake up. I had spent every single day keeping myself busy, finding extra work for myself, just to make sure that I don’t start daydreaming about the waking nightmare I had to watch you go through. I had spent the last two months going over and over in my head what I would say to you if I ever saw you again. But I could never bring myself to do it, because I had watched you die. I had felt you die. So, please. Forgive me if I’m not jumping with joy because I can miraculously forget what happened, like everyone else.”

Logan let your words wash over him. No one had told him. He had a sneaking suspicion they hadn’t because even they didn’t know. Maybe they never asked. Maybe they just hadn’t noticed. 

Gaining back your breath, you went to turn away. 

“Goodnight, Logan.”

Closing your classroom door behind you, you silently locked it and pressed your back against it feeling your entire body start to shake. Slowly, your legs went from underneath you and you lowered yourself to the ground by sliding down the door. You tried your best to squeeze your tears back into your eyes with the heels of your hands, but nothing could stop them. 

Not now. 

Not when you had just admitted the truth to the one man you never thought you would see again. 

Three times Logan turned back to your classroom door, ready to walk inside. But he didn’t know what he would say. 

So he waited. 

Back in his room, he waited to hear the door to your room close. 

And after two hours, he finally did. 

And before he knew it, his feet were carrying him towards your door. Only, he stood there for ten minutes, unsure of what to do with himself. 

At some point, he finally knocked. 

Turning off the tap by the sink, you hung up your flannel onto the radiator bar and dried off your face when you heard the soft knock at your door. 

There was only one person who could have been up so late. 

He knocked again after a minute or two. 

And you opened up the door. 

Whatever Logan had just semi-prepared in his mind, slipped away. He was going to say something. But looking at you, standing in front of him…all words failed him. 

And the longer he stood in front of you, the louder the reminder came to you that he wasn’t dead. He was alive. He could be shot with twelve live rounds and the bullets would pop right back out of his skin. His claws would flare out and he’d be Wolverine. They’d retract and his skin would heal instantly. There would be no evidence that anything had ever happened. 

Then six words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. Before even your brain could register the thought. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

Logan felt his chest crack and his heart impale with pain. 

Pushing the door open a little wider, his arms engulfed you in an embrace that would forever be imprinted on your soul. Your own arms wrapped around him, trying to remember the feel of him both physically and spiritually in case the day ever came where you truly would never see him again. 

That if this was going to be your only memory of him, you could never, ever forget it. 

Lifting you up in his embrace for a moment, Logan walked further inside your room, kicking the door shut with his foot. Even if no one else was awake, he didn’t want to risk anyone walking by. Clearly, no-one else knew what you had been living through in your nightmares. And he didn’t want anyone else to share this moment between himself and you.

“You spared me the pain of being alone.” Logan whispered into your hair. “I was less scared because you were there.”

“I couldn’t have left you.” 

Your tears were back to rolling down your cheeks. “I’m sorry about everything you had to go through.”

Logan softly kissed away your tears, wiping the others away. 

You took in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

Logan shook his head. “You saved me. You stayed with me.���

“But-”

With both your eyes closed, and Logan’s, you felt his forehead touch yours as his hands cradled your cheeks. “I’m real, Y/n. I’m alive.”

You felt Logan take your hand and press it to his chest, over his heart. His heartbeat was mostly steady, if a little quick. Spreading your fingers across his chest, you felt it rise and fall with his breathing. 

“I’m alive,” he kept repeating. “I’m alive.”

Logan’s breath was drawing closer to yours. “Logan…”

“Let me prove it to you.”

And you let him.

Capturing your breath in a kiss, Logan remained soft at first. He didn’t want to scare you. He didn’t want you to jump and run away from him like you had done only a few hours before in the library. 

But then you kissed back. 

So he moved his hands through your hair and over your body until you were pressed against him as close as you possibly could be. 

Your own hands pulled him in closer by his neck whilst the hand he’d placed over his heart remained fixed in its position. 

Logan was proving to every sense in your body he was real. That he was alive. Almost counteracting the memory that had been drawn from a waking nightmare. 

And as he lifted you up, your back soon pressing against the wall, you and Logan knew he would be spending the rest of the night doing exactly what he told you he wanted to do. 

Prove it to you. 

As morning rolled around, you felt a warm body next to you, tangled not only in you but also your sheets. 

Logan. 

His arms practically caged around you, you recalled every single detail from the night before. Your argument in the hallways, the classroom, the knock at the door, the hug, the kiss, the proof. 

And then, you felt yourself, for the first time in months, give a real smile. 

Lowering your head, you buried yourself in between Logan’s chest and your bedsheets, feeling his arms tense at your movement, holding you in the bed without a way of escape. 

And as your body reacted to his touch you realised something. 

For the first time since his death, you hadn’t had a nightmare. You hadn’t seen his death play on repeat inside your head. And the touch you were feeling wasn’t in your hand but rather all across your body. 

Parts were aching with a soreness you never quite knew was possible and later when you would look in the mirror, you would find fingertip bruises by your hips, love bites leading down your hip bone and on your inner thigh. Smaller ones were also dotted around your collar and neck, but a rather prominent one was yet to be left by the crook of your neck from behind where Logan’s lips would find themselves before you got into a fresh shower, Logan joining almost immediately. 

But until then, you’d revel in the feeling of Logan’s constant heartbeat against your hand, and for a moment your lips as you kissed his skin. Before he woke up and proved to you time and time again how real he was and how much the memory that had plagued you for two months was something that, although wasn’t easy to forget about, could become something of a distant memory. 

And for the rest of your lives, he would make sure to do exactly that.

[alrawabi-imagines]

Complicated

Your roommate,Glinda Upland, was the most popular girl at Shiz and she was the stereotypical rich mean girl. Somehow you found yourself roommates with her,immediately the school felt sorry for her having to give up her private room. She hated you and the feeling was mutual yet you found yourself enchanted by her. Sometimes starting fights just for her attention. 

You found yourself in another argument and as she turned her back you 

"Why did it have to be your?" You mumbled quietly.

“What did you just say?” She inquired, her head turned back towards raising a brow. 

"Nothing important,Gaaalinda" you rolled your eyes before turning your back to her. The blonde stepped closer, closing the gap between the two of you,grabbing your shoulder and turning you back to face her. The expression on her face was demanding, demanding you to repeat yourself.

“What. Did you. Say?” She repeated herself, her voice firm as she held the eye contact between you both. You pushed her hand off your shoulder 

"Don't touch me"  you walked off. She stood there for a long time, staring at you as you walked off. Glinda stared after you in shock and confusion. She was not used to people telling her what to do, especially when those people were ‘beneath’ her. She was more used to the other students tripping over themselves to get the chance to talk to her.

The rest of the day it seemed that Glinda was more distracted than usual, zoning out in class and just being all round quieter than usual. As class ended you walked over to the library.  She began to follow you, keeping a good distance between the two of you so you wouldn’t realise her footsteps following yours and avoid her again.

Hours later the other students walked out of the library,which was soon empty,making it obvious that Glinda was staring at you from across the room. She slowly strutted over to where you were sitting, standing there and waiting for you to notice her. You proceeded to ignore her. Her staring eventually got on your nerves.

"What do you want?"

“What do I want?” Glinda almost exclaimed in surprise, raising her voice in your direction, “I’ve been waiting for hours and you’re sitting there ignoring me.” She looked you up and down, her nose crinkled a little, “And for what it’s worth, those clothes are hideous.” Why did it have to be her? Why? The spoiled rich dive,who looks down on everyone and everything. Why did she have to be the one you fell for? 

"Well it's a good thing you're not the one wearing them" you said nonchalantly,still focused on writing down various notes. You could see her fuming,she was used to being the centre of attention, having everyone catering to her and giving her what she wanted. So why was it that you were immune to her charms and didn’t give her a second of your time? It seemed that every time she was around you, you managed to get under her skin in a way no one else had managed yet.

“Are you just going to keep ignoring me?” She huffed, continuing to tap her foot in irritation and growing more and more agitated.

"Just tell me what you want,I don't have all day" She huffed again, her cheeks flushing as she tried to remain angry, but the longer she went without your full undivided attention, the more she found herself feeling… insecure.

“Can you stop writing and look at me for five minutes? Seriously, what is so important in that little book that you can’t pay attention to anything else?”

"Is that what you want,attention? Seriously just go out there,they'll give you all the attention you want" 

“I don’t need attention, I get plenty of that!” She replied, her irritation only growing as the words left her mouth. You closed the book and headed out of the library. Without being able to think, purely acting on impulse, she grabbed a hold of your arm and tugged you back, forcing you to turn back and face her. In one moment you turned,freeing your hand and pushing her. Not too hard,but made her stumble a little.

"I told you not to touch me" Glinda’s face fell, 

“I don’t understand you,” She stated, shaking her head and taking a step towards you. “Everyone is always falling over themselves to give their attention to me, but you… you’re different,” A scoff. “I hate the way you get under my skin.”

"And I hate that I love you" your anger took over fully ‘and I hate that I love you.’ Her entire face flushed red and her mouth ran dry. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t think, the words repeating themselves over and over in her head. Silence. "Seriously, why did it have to be you,the spoiled rich diva who thinks she's better than everyone else? The person who's completely blind to how much she looks down at everyone." You were still angry and just rambling. Glinda flinched at every word you spoke as if they were stabs in the chest. This wasn't the reaction she was expecting. In her mind, you were supposed to look at her and fall at her feet. You were supposed to give her the same treatment everyone else did. No, better. You were supposed to look at her like she was the centre of the universe. "You're such a selfish,egotistical vain diva. Why did it have to be you?" You saw her face and just walked away,not looking back.

Once you had walked away, Glinda felt her legs give out from under her and she dropped to the floor. No this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. She was . Everyone was supposed to love, give her all the attention and affection she wanted.But you. You didn’t do that. You looked at her like everyone else. You refused to give her a second of your time or attention. And why did it hurt so much? You walked through the halls,your heels clicking against the floor as you made your way to your room. Despite this, she tried to look up and maintain a calm and collected front as she walked through the halls. Do not cry,do not cry! At least until you make it back to your room,Glinda thought.

The next morning Glinda spent a full hour at her vanity trying to conceal her red and puffy eyes,speaking out loud to herself so her voice wouldn't give away that she had been crying. No matter how much she tried to use, the redness in her eyes still showed and she huffed in frustration as she continued to try and hide the obvious signs of a sleepless night. She continued to apply copious amounts of concealer to her face in an attempt to hide the obvious signs that she had been upset. Glinda was used to using many different types of makeup, but this morning seemed to be a struggle. You had made it to class before she did,taking your usual seat. Glinda avoided looking in your direction as she headed to her seat and sat down, staring out the window instead. Glinda came in looking as flawless as ever. If anyone looked closely, however, the makeup that she had put on to cover the signs of tears was a little too heavy to be normal and the bags under her eyes would become visible on rare occasions. You overheard some of the other students talking about her,she kept an unusually cold expression on her face.

 “Did you see Glinda this morning?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking about how much makeup she’s wearing,”

“Did she try to overdo the makeup to look even more attractive?”

“She looks more like a clown than usual,” The last one irked you,she was vain and a bit of a jerk but she didn't deserve that. You decided to change seats,using your books to smack the girl who said the last comment on the head. You sat down in the back corner of the room. Her eyes followed you to the back of the room. Why did you do that?

Glinda was lost in her thoughts, silently picking at her food but not actually eating any of it as her eyes darted around the hall, keeping an eye out for your entrance. Why would you, someone she had never seen do something like that, suddenly smack a girl on the head for talking about her. It just wasn’t making any sense in her mind. You walked in and were met by Madame Morrible,handing you a box before you got your lunch and sat down.Glinda’s eyes were drawn to you the moment you entered the hall. She found herself watching the interaction you had with Morrible as you were handed an unfamiliar box. Her curiosity peaked, the blonde girl picked up a slice of apple and pretended to focus on her food, not wanting to be caught looking in your direction like an idiot. The moment you stood up and left the hall, her body had the strange impulse to follow. Her eyes followed the small box clutched under your arm as she watched you leave. She quickly got up to follow you out. Glinda had no idea what compelled her to follow you, yet she still did it. Perhaps it was curiosity, or maybe something else. Either way, she was making her way through the halls, searching for you.

“Come on, where are you…” She muttered under her breath as she continued her search. It was taking a few twists and turns in the halls of Shiz, but Glinda was determined. She was used to getting what she wanted, and even if she didn’t know exactly what she wanted at that moment, she was determined to find you. She saw you turn a corner into the courtyard. You sat down on a bench in the corner,the box in your lap as you looked out over the small lake. Glinda took a moment to hide behind a nearby pillar to observe you. The blonde girl took a breath before stepping out and beginning to walk in your direction. What am I going to say? After what you said yesterday but you had also defended her today. It just didn't make sense to her. She knew she was supposed to be feeling anger or disgust after the way you spoke to her yesterday, but the fact you had defended her from those students was completely throwing her off. “Uh… hey…“ You looked up at her 

"What is it now?" You asked but not in angry way

“I, uh, I wanted to ask you something…” she mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"Yes,I did defend you and yes I still stand by what I said yesterday. I still think you're a vain and shallow spoiled little princess"

“I-I’m not that bad though, am I?” She still didn’t understand her own feelings and emotions regarding the past day, and she was especially unprepared for you defending her while simultaneously still calling her a spoiled brat.

"You're only saying that because I defended you. So,what's with all the makeup?"

“Uh, it’s…” She hesitated “Um… I… I couldn’t…” she kept stumbling over her words, not knowing how to explain the heavy makeup she had on.

"Sleep?"  Glinda nodded quietly, no longer trying to hide the fact that she had been up all night.

“It’s...it’s because of the things you said.” she mumbled, looking like she wanted the ground to swallow her up.

"At least I said it to your face,you have no idea how many people talk behind your back" Glinda felt a pang of guilt at your words, knowing you were right. She knew that many people talked about her behind her back, a small part of her just didn’t care. But for some reason it was different with you. You’d said what you thought to her face, you hadn’t put up any sort of fake mask before telling her what you thought. Like you had seen through her own mask. She remained silent. “I’m sure you followed me wanting to know what this is” You opened the box,pulling out a wand that looked to be made of blue tinted glass. With a wave of your wand a blue glow enveloping the tip,flowers started floating around in a line that you guided. Moving the flowers around Glinda for a moment before you set them down,some landing on her head and shoulders. Her eyes widened as she saw you pull the wand from the box, and a gasp left her lips as you began to control the flowers with a wave of it.Glinda stared wide-eyed at the sudden action. "Listen,not everyone is gonna to love you,as hard as that is to believe" you said,the last bit a little sarcastic. "Don't get too upset about it"

“Yeah… I know that…” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact again. Glinda knew you were right, not everyone was going to love her. Most people even hated her. But for some reason, she was hurt that you didn’t.

"So why are you so upset that I don't worship the very ground you walk on?" You asked seriously

“I’m not upset… It’s just..I’m not used to it, that’s all” she mumbled, her hands still fiddling nervously with one another. Using your wand,you formed the petals into a new flower in her hair. When you formed the petals into another flower and put it in her hair, her eyes widened slightly and she couldn’t help a small noise of wonder leaving her mouth.Normally she was looked up to as perfect and pretty, but she felt the complete opposite with you. She wondered if this is how other people felt when they stood in front of her.You watched her,wondering if she was going to say something. She didn’t know what to say. For the first time in a very long time she was lost for words. After everything that had happened in the past day, how was she supposed to respond? The silence only seemed to worsen the feeling, and the self-consciousness of having the flowers in her hair and the fact she was so tired and had so much makeup on. Glinda hated it. She didn’t like feeling this way and suddenly she hated the fact she had followed you out here. Glinda felt the first few tears fall before she could even stop them.She felt so pathetic at the moment, and the last thing she wanted was for you to see her crying. She attempted to lift the back of her hand to her eyes to stop the tears, but to no avail. The tears started flowing faster and her shoulders started shaking a little. "Hey,what's this about?" You asked,patting her shoulder. The moment your hand touched her shoulder, she only started crying more. She couldn’t do anything to stop herself from crying. Glinda, usually confident, was now breaking down in front of you. She practically shoved herself into your arms,making you hold her. Glinda continued to sob into your shoulder, clutching at the front of your clothes and holding onto you tightly. You lowered her to the ground,using your wand to make a sphere around you. It was like a night sky,dark with glittery stars. You rubbed her back,trying to calm her.Her body shuddered and her breath caught as she tried to calm down. But the moment the night sky appeared around them and her grip loosened, the tears slowed a little.The blonde didn’t say anything as you continued to rub her back, feeling her tears start to subside. The sphere combined with your gentle touch slowly began to calm her down, her eyes still red and puffy as she tried to stop herself from crying.

“I’m sorry…” she mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed now that she’d suddenly sobbed all over you. Even as she started to calm herself down, she didn’t let go of you. It wasn’t until she took a deep breath that she finally lifted her head to look at you, her makeup and face still a mess. You handed her your handkerchief to wipe her face,your handkerchief was surprisingly her exact color of pink. “You carry this around with you?” She mumbled, looking down at it. Glinda suddenly noticed the handkerchief was her favourite shade of light pink.

"Don't start" you shook your head. Glinda took your handkerchief and wiped away the smeared mascara and smudged makeup from crying. Glinda couldn’t help the small snort that left her as you shook your head.

Glinda let you pull her into a standing position.Her eyes were now dry, but Glinda knew her face was most likely swollen from the tears. This was completely embarrassing, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to leave or walk away. And she didn't let go of you,which made you confused. You had told her that you hated her but also that you loved her in the same sentence. You ridiculed her yet defended her when someone insulted her. The image of her perfection faded away and you had stayed now seeing the real Glinda. Despite it all you stayed,you saw her flaws and even expressed them to her. What really confused her was the fact that despite everything, you stayed and comforted her after she had completely broken down crying.Glinda was used to people sticking around her because she was pretty and popular, not to mention the amount of money her family had.But here you were in front of her, seeing all her flaws, all the mistakes, her self-obsession and still sitting with her even after she had cried and looked so messy. It dawned on her that you were the only one who told her the truth,you were practically the only real friend she had. It scared Glinda, having to face the fact that the most ‘real’ person in her life was also the same one that had insulted her. And the fact that she had suddenly cried in front of you and felt more comfortable around you than she did around any other ‘friend’ sent a wave of confusing emotions through her. And the very same person who had fallen in love with her.

“…You really fell in love with me?” She blurted out without thinking about it or attempting to hide her feelings.She then suddenly looked up at you with a serious expression.

"Unfortunately" you said with a small hint of a joke

“You don’t have to say it like that,” she pouted.Glinda stared at you for another moment as you jokingly said you ‘unfortunately’ loved her. She then smacked your arm with a huff as you laughed. “Stop laughing. I’m being serious” Glinda scolded with an embarrassed expression. She felt the colour flood into her cheeks again at the fact that you’d admitted that you were in love with her.

"I can't take you seriously" you laughed "you look like an angry pink cupcake"

“I do not-!” She suddenly stopped, realising that technically she did look a bit like a pink cupcake with a frown at the moment with all the makeup and flower decorations. Glinda’s face turned even redder at your comment and with another huff she tried to give you a glare. “Alright, I’ll admit I look ridiculous at the moment-” She mumbled “but how long have you been in love with me?” Glinda quickly tried to change the subject and avoid the fact that she did indeed look like a pink cupcake with a frown. You sighed,not wanting to answer. “Come on… tell me” she urged, leaning forward slightly.

"This is so embarrassing" you took a deep breath "Since the entrance ceremony" you confessed. Glinda stared at you in surprise as you admitted that you’d been in love with her since the very first day of her classes at Shiz.She didn’t say anything for a while, her brain still processing the fact that you’d been in love with her for months before she’d even realised it.

“How have I not noticed it before?” Glinda mumbled, her expression bewildered. She’d never thought of the fact that she might have had someone secretly in love with her.

"Again with the vain and shallow" you said as if it was the answer. "Then we became roommates and I liked you more but I got so mad at you because I couldn't stand to be that close to you"

“That’s the reason you kept insulting me and getting mad at me?” She asked, her voice and expression a little hurt. The moment you said you got mad at her because you couldn’t stand to be so close to her, Glinda felt stung.

"Yeah,I just couldn't stand to be so close to you. So I chose to hate and focus on every negative trait you had" you explained

“So let me get this straight…” her tone was cold as she spoke. “You were secretly in love with me and the only way you could deal with it was by hating me and pointing out my flaws?” The hurt on Glinda’s face suddenly turned into a frown.

"You do actually have some flaws,but yes that's the reason"

“But I’m not the only one with flaws here! You have flaws too!” You smirk 

"Go ahead" you wanted to see what she had to say,moving closer.

“You’re bossy” she started off with. “And you get angry easily. You’re rude and you can’t handle your emotions-“ her eyes then narrowed slightly. She was slightly glad that you had encouraged her and that you were now moving closer. She was right,especially about the last part. “You have a huge temper and you’re stubborn. You’re impatient and easily pissed off. And I know you have zero sense of fashion” she huffed as she named each flaw. “And don’t get me started on how you never have any idea how to dress. I can guarantee that you have no fashion sense whatsoever” She huffed again, her eyes still fixed on yours. She was now standing directly in front of you, so close that you could feel her breath on your face. She stood there breathing heavily. 

"Feel better?"

“Yes, actually. I do feel better” she said.

"We should head back,it's almost time for class"

“Why can’t we stay here and skip class?” She asked with a slight pout. You fake gasped "Glinda,how could you suggest that?"

“Come on, we’ve missed class before” she tried to make her argument, now giving you a pitiful puppy-eyed expression.

"I have,you haven't there's no we in this"

“You make it sound like I’ve never missed class before” she said in an offended voice, trying to make you think that she hadn’t.

"So what do you wanna do?"

“Actually… I have a couple of ideas of what we could do instead of going to class…”

"I swear if you suggest we go one some sort of date-" she quickly interrupted you

“I wasn’t going to suggest that!” She exclaimed. “I was going to suggest we go to the town instead of going to class. I can’t remember the last time I went to the town anyway and besides I’d rather do that then sit in a boring class for the next three hours”

"Fine,but if we get caught I'm blaming you" you joked

“Okay, deal. I’ll take the blame” she gave a small grin as she spoke, knowing that they’d likely get scolded for skipping class but not really caring.

“Let’s get going then” she said, holding back the urge to grab your arm and pull you along towards the town. Glinda walked with a slight skip to her step, feeling excited about the fact that they were skipping class. You made it to town,which was full of people walking around in and out of shops. Hanging out at cafes and restaurants,no one batted an eye at you. She was one of the most popular and recognizable people at Shiz, yet no one even looked her way.

"So,what should we do first?"

“Let’s go get something to eat” she said, her eyes fixating on a nice-looking little cafe off to the side of the street where they were walking.

"Sure,so do you have a plan for this date?"

“It’s not a date” she huffed as they started walking towards the cafe. Glinda rolled her eyes yet again as you jokingly asked if she had planned out a ‘date’.

"It's practically a date," you said,prompting her to finish her sentence.

“Well…” she looked at you once again and took a step closer, lowering her voice slightly. “Since a certain someone insists on calling it a date..”

“How do you feel about getting some lunch at this cafe and then… going somewhere private?” She suddenly said in a low tone, keeping her eyes fixed on yours and her voice now a whisper as she spoke.

"And what exactly will we do there?" You leaned closer

“I have a lot of things in mind” she answered, her voice now almost a whisper as her smirk grew even wider.

"Really? Do tell"

“I could tell you” she said, her tone now in a teasing manner, “or I could show you.” She suddenly moved her face closer to yours, looking up at you almost challengingly as if to say do you really want to know what’s on my mind? A light pink colour appeared on Glinda’s cheeks as she spoke, suddenly feeling quite flustered but trying to mask it. You smirked at how she blushed while trying to be confident. “Why’re you smirking like that?” She asked with a mixture of an indignant and playful tone.Glinda felt the heat on her cheeks increase at your smirk on your face at her flustered expression.

"You're just too cute"

“I am not cute“ she protested adamantly, her cheeks still a light pink colour as a pout appeared on her lips. Glinda suddenly decided to regain some of her confident composure as she quickly composed herself. You sat down at the cafe,both with drinks in front of you. Hers of course was pink. As you and Glinda sat in the cafe with drinks set in front of you both, Glinda took a sip of her drink through the straw. You watched her,taking a sip of your own drink. “See something you like?” She joked, taking another sip as she kept eye contact with you. You rolled your eyes at her. She felt a sense of satisfaction, realising that she was now giving you a taste of your own medicine after you’d smirked and teased her the whole morning.

"Do you always have to be so beautiful?" You whispered

“I could ask you the same thing” she whispered back, her facial expression now slightly flustered once again.

"Now you're just lying" you scoffed

“You really don’t get it yet, do you?” She asked with a slight smirk. “You’re just as beautiful to me as I am to you. It doesn’t matter that other people constantly give me compliments and not you” she said, her voice quiet but her tone firm, “to me, you are just… utterly gorgeous” You froze up not knowing what to say back. “Cat got your tongue?” She teased, leaning even closer and keeping eye contact with you.Glinda smirked seeing your reaction, noticing how you were now frozen and speechless after she had spoken her true thoughts.Her heart skipped a beat seeing how flustered you were suddenly, as she was not used to you being the flustered one.

"More like a pink witch" you chuckled

“Pink witch is slightly more accurate than calling me a cat, yes” She joked, leaning back on her seat and smiling at you as she took another sip of her pink drink. You finished up and walked around the town,dipping in and out of stores. There was a dress shot that she had dragged you into since she saw a sparkly pink dress. She had already dragged you into a jewellery store (”Which of these necklaces do you prefer?”) and even a flower shop (”Which of these would look best in my hair?”) amongst a few other shops. She immediately went to try on the dress,letting you take a minute to look around at the dresses. You stopped in your tracks at the sight of a white sparkly dress,tight and flowing sparkling from every angle like a disco ball. You hadn't even noticed Glinda behind you. She eventually appeared behind you, standing there in the dress and watching your expression, unsure of what had caught your attention.

“What’re you looking at?” She asked as she stood there silently behind you for a few moments. She walked over to the dress and picked it up, holding it up against herself to get an idea of how it’d look on her. Glinda then let out a small scoff. “White is not my colour” she said with a smile, knowing how easily the dress would get dirty.

"I know" you chuckled

She turned to face you, suddenly holding the dress against you instead.

“Try it on,” she insisted with a smirk. “I want to see if it’ll look good on you” She pushed you into the changing room before you could stop her. You changed and walked out to show her the dress. Glinda waited outside the changing room, unable to hide the amused look on her face as she pushed you into the changing room.Her gaze ran over your figure in the dress, noticing how the fabric looked against you and how the dress perfectly hugged your figure. “You look stunning” she said without looking away from you, her thoughts now consumed by the sight of you in your current state. “We have to get this for you to wear to prom” she said in a firm tone, suddenly looking you directly in the eyes.

"I don't know,I don't think I'll go" you confessed

“What? Why wouldn’t you go to prom?” She asked, seeming almost baffled by your confession. “It’s one of the most important events of the year!”

"Yeah,the event of the year and I show up without a date" you said quietly

“So you don’t want to go because you don’t have a date?” She asked, her tone now slightly softer than it had been before. Glinda now suddenly understood why you were hesitant to attend prom,the fact that you didn’t have a date to go to the event with. “I guess that does make sense…” she admitted quietly, her mind currently trying to come up with a solution.

"The biggest event of the school year and I show up without a date" you reiterated.After a few moments of silence, Glinda suddenly spoke up with a suggestion.

“Why don’t I be your date?” She blurted out.

"You wanna go with me?"

“Of course I do,” she responded without hesitation. “We are friends…” Glinda then blushed slightly as she realised how the next part of her sentence was about to sound. “… and I would like to go with you” she finished.

"So,is this official now? You know,us?"

“Well… I suppose it is now” she responded, a smile still present on her face as she looked into your eyes. “If that’s alright with you?”

"If that means I can kiss you now?" You asked

“Yes… you can kiss me now” she replied quietly, the smile on her lips growing slightly as she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You leaned in and kissed her,your hand gently resting your hand on her waist.A feeling of warmth spread through Glinda’s body as you gently leaned in and kissed her, your hand resting on her waist.She allowed her eyes to shut as the two of you kissed, feeling your lips on hers and the sensation of your hand on her lower waist.Glinda placed her own hand gently on your arm, almost instinctively as she deepened the kiss.You pulled away  “Wow…” she whispered breathlessly, her grip on your arm tightening a little as she didn’t want to pull away from you entirely.

"Save some for later" you chuckled "and for we're not in public"

“You’re right… I got a little carried away there” she responded, her hand still resting on your arm.Glinda suddenly realised that yes, the two of you were actually in a changing room in the middle of a public shopping area and therefore shouldn’t do anything that would cause a potential scene. She laughed lightly, amused by your words. "Let's get the dresses and head back" You made your way back to your dorm As soon as you arrived she threw herself down on the bed and kicked off her shoes, letting out a small sigh as she relaxed. Suddenly she thought about everything that happened,that you were now officially girlfriends.The fact that she was now officially your girlfriend was suddenly all that was on her mind.

‘Girlfriends’

Glinda’s heart skipped a beat as she thought about the implications and possibilities that came with now being your girlfriend. She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she thought about the fact that you were no longer just her roommate, but were also her girlfriend now.

She felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and confidence as she moved to sit down next to you,on your bed. As she sat next to you, she looked at you as if she was silently contemplating something, waiting for a small moment before suddenly closing the space between the two of you and kissing you passionately. She quickly pushed you down onto your back,all without letting go.Glinda was now laying on top of you on the bed, her lips still firmly attached to yours as she continued to kiss you. Her body pressed closely against yours as she held you down against the bed. You wrapped your arms around her waist,pulling her down and closer to your body.Glinda broke the kiss for a moment, catching her breath as she looked down at you between ragged gasps.You had one arm around her. 

"We should do that again" you whispered Before you could respond, Glinda leaned down to kiss you once more, her lips finding yours and kissing you passionately. Glinda’s body was now pressed fully against yours, a feeling of heat and desire filling her body as she lay on the bed with you.Slowly, she broke the kiss, pulling away as she looked down at you, both of your breaths ragged.

“I could get used to this”

“Me too”

~~~~~

@s1xthirty

[solxamber]

Hi, Sol! I saw an anon asking whether it's possible to send more than one request for the Valentine's event, and I was glad to see you answer that we can send 2, since I also struggled to choose between multiple songs that I like. My second request would be: [Lilia, romantic, song: Carrousel by Amir ft. Indila]

It's a beautiful French love song, and there's an English lyrics video for it that you can watch here

I love Lilia so much, I just can't get enough of that gorgeous bat fae!💘

love the song!! made me so giddy

"Until life's final breath" || Lilia Vanrouge

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Carrousel by Amir (ft. Indila)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 680

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Realisation of feelings

The first time Lilia met you, he thought you were a dream. A fleeting wisp of moonlight, a whisper of laughter on the wind, something too enchanting to be real. The second time he met you, he realized with a start—you were real, and more dangerous than any dream could ever be.

Because you never let him rest.

You met his games, his riddles, his flourishes, and mirrored them back tenfold. When he bowed low and spun charming lies, you danced circles around him with a knowing smile.

When he spoke of fleeting pleasures, you made him yearn for something that would last. He has spent centuries flitting from one amusement to the next, and yet, somehow, you have made him linger.

It is maddening. It is intoxicating.

It is like spinning on a carousel that never stops.

“Another dance?” Lilia purrs, offering his gloved hand with a smirk. The ballroom is empty save for you two, bathed in silver moonlight streaming through towering glass windows. The music has long since stopped, but that has never mattered before. He has no need for an orchestra when he has your laughter.

“I was wondering when you’d ask,” you say, slipping your hand into his. Your grip is warm, steady. Dangerous.

The world tilts as he pulls you into the first step, guiding you into a waltz that belongs only to the two of you. There is no one watching, no audience to perform for, and yet Lilia still plays the role of the roguish prince. He twirls you, eyes glinting with mischief, feeling the rush of the dance, the rush of you.

He has spent lifetimes on countless stages, spinning stories and weaving illusions. But when you look at him like this, with eyes that see through all his artifice, he wonders if he is the one who has been enchanted.

“Are you truly enchanted by me,” he murmurs, voice teasing, playful—because it must be, because if it isn’t, then he might have to admit he is afraid of the answer. “Or do you just love the fantasy?”

Your step does not falter. You meet his gaze, unshaken, unblinking, as if you have known the answer all along. And when you smile—soft, knowing, devastating—he feels his entire world slow to a halt.

“Does it matter?” you whisper. “I love you either way.”

Lilia stills.

For the first time in this never-ending carousel, his heart misses a beat.

He dips you low, hands steady even as his mind races. And when he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, he tastes every moment of longing he never dared name. Every stolen glance, every teasing word, every heartbeat that was never meant to quicken so traitorously in your presence.

You have bewitched him. And he has let you.

The world spins on. The carousel does not stop.

But for the first time in centuries, Lilia does not want to get off.

He finds you later that night, perched on the edge of a balcony, gazing at the stars as if they are whispering secrets just for you. The wind ruffles your clothes, catching in your hair, and for a moment, Lilia is struck silent.

Resplendent.

The word does not do you justice. Nothing could.

“You look troubled,” you say, tilting your head. “Regretting that kiss already?”

Lilia huffs, stepping beside you, resting his arms against the railing. “Regret? I’ve lived far too long to waste time on such things.”

“Oh?” You smirk. “Then what is it?”

He watches you, feeling the carousel turn once more, faster and faster, dizzying and endless and terrifying. His answer comes so easily that it almost startles him.

“I wish to stay with you forever.”

You blink, but your surprise is brief. Then you smile, eyes bright, as if you had been waiting for him to say it all along.

“Then stay.”

And he will.

He will spin with you for as long as you let him, forever caught in the dazzling, breathless waltz of your love.

He does not mind the dizziness anymore.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[saerins]

ᯓ ᝰ RIGHT HERE .ᐟ — touya todoroki

touya x female reader. content tags modern au, childhood sweetheart!touya, both are working adults, making out, mentions of infidelity/murder, he’s a tease. word count 1.7k

ᯓ notes .ᐟ haha can you tell i love touya too much rn ? just getting back into writing so have some of my touya :) thanks to any of you who read this <3

“touya, you’re gonna make me late for work tomorrow,” you whine, pouting as he wins you in yet another round of super smash bros. (and hence you’d have to stay up and continue playing at his behest.)

beside you, touya smirks, rows of pearly white visible while he clearly enjoys tormenting you. “weren’t you the one who said you needed a distraction?”

you grumble as you take the couch pillow and hold it over your face, groaning in frustration. touya’s right; you’d called him right after dinner, practically forced him to come after you figured out that you’re actually not as strong you thought and you’re actually still really upset that your ex cheated on you.

it’s only pathetic because it’s already been a couple of months and you’re still wallowing over it somehow.

“you know, i bet all that frustration will go away if you just let me kill that fucker,” touya tells you, flicking your forehead as leans forward, yanking the cushion off your face.

unamused, you deadpan at him. “yeah? then what am i gonna do when you’re in jail, huh?”

touya snickers, “aww, what? can’t handle being without me?”

in a strange way, your honest answer is definitely not. you’ve known touya forever. ever since you were five and your families connected at a preschool event. ever since your friend fuyumi introduced you to her brother. ever since touya confided in you how much he hated his father.

fast forward more than a decade later and you’re both sitting in your apartment, in a different state than either of your families, still as close as you were when you were kids.

you glare at touya, rolling your eyes before scrunching your nose and smirking at him. “actually, go ahead, i’ll go find myself a better guy while you rot in the cell.”

your best friend scoffs, cocking a brow and looking like he’s offended. “i off someone for you and you don’t marry me immediately? the fuck is wrong with you?”

the shit-eating grin that dawns on his face immediately after makes your heart skip a beat. yeah, you’ve always found him attractive, maybe even had a crush on him back in high school, but he’d always had girls after girls, and somewhere along the way you learned to stuff those flimsy emotions back down.

until you remember that he’s been single for a while now, and the fact that you’re both working adults with all the freedom in the world.

fuck, you really shouldn’t go back there.

“haha, funny,” you try to wave it off sarcastically. “says the one who told his ex that he just sees me as a little sister.”

he laughs, leaning back against the couch, a hand behind his head, abs sticking out from the edge of his shirt. it takes you a second to rein yourself in, not wanting to get teased relentlessly by him if you get caught staring.

“hey, she was getting jealous of me spending so much time with you! what was i supposed to say?”

yes, you’re aware. most of them were. most of the time you never told touya about any of that; of how his girlfriends were coming up to you, all insecure about your friendship and asking if you could back off. that was the most common thing among all his relationships: the girls’ pleas for you to keep a distance.

you did… the first few times.

and after his fifth relationship, you realised that touya would always pull you back close. would always end up breaking up with them if your friendship is causing them too much worry.

“you didn’t have to say anything, maybe you should’ve just kept your distance, you know? since most of them seemed to have a problem with it,” you comment, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, though even you don’t believe yourself.

a life without touya is unimaginable for you. even if you can’t really say the same for him.

touya sighs, shifting in his position before ultimately putting an arm around you, pulling you close. he smells like your soap and his hair against your face tickles.

he’s always like this; always touchy, always close. recently he’s been more than usual, coming over and sleeping the night (you never did anything physical!), chasing other guys away at the club because they’re not good enough for you.

and when he’s like that, you think maybe there’s no harm in letting those long-lost feelings flow back.

it’s dangerous.

he’s always like this. always way too much for you to handle. and yet you can’t live without him.

and then he does something he’s never done before.

you feel his lips on your temple, and you hear the chuckle reverberating from his throat. his left arm around you holds you tight, not that you’re running anywhere—you’re pretty sure you’re frozen stiff from the shock.

did that really happen?

“how can i do that when you’re the only one i want?”

you’re sure that’s his voice. it can’t be anyone else’s. but you’re not sure if you believe him. is he really saying what you think he’s saying?

slowly, you turn to face him, expecting him to wear that smug grin and tease you for being so gullible but it never comes. instead, you’re greeted with his half-lidded eyes, blue pupils staring at your lips like he’s hypnotised, his thumb caressing your lower lip from left to right like he’s trying to memorise all the grooves.

it’s so soft that you barely recognise your own voice when it comes, “touya, kiss me.”

and maybe he’s always wanted to, because he doesn’t miss a beat. the second you open your mouth, he’s giving you what you asked for, his tongue prying your lips open and he tastes just like the warm in winter mornings, like the comfort people always dream about.

mint. you can taste the sweet from when he ate it right before he beat you in the game. you can feel the cold on the tip of your nose from when you brush against the piercings on his nostrils. you can feel him carry you onto his lap, feel his hands wrapping around your waist. you can feel his heartbeat under his chest, under your palm, almost as erratic as your own.

were you really just upset over someone else?

every relationship you’d been sad over suddenly didn’t seem to make sense anymore. not when touya’s right here, lips locked with yours and telling you more with his kiss than you’ve ever heard from his words.

by the time you pull away, both of you are breathless, his hand on your cheek, lips softly brushing over your own like he can’t bear to be away even for just a second. you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, half overwhelmed and half confused.

“fuck, did we really just—”

“shh,” you hush him, putting a finger on his lips, suddenly embarrassed. your foreheads are still pressed together, and you can’t see it but he’s admiring your face, holding himself back from just kissing you even more.

touya moves your finger away. he whispers your name in the most gentle tone you’ve ever heard, “does that mean you feel the same?”

you swallow the lump in your throat, tongue-tied and still straddling your best friend on the couch. you’re just a single impulsive action away from going all the way.

dangerous.

pulling back even further, you’re about to make a break for your bedroom when touya pulls you back, making sure you face him.

“no running this time,” he tells you, voice raspy and his eyes flicking from your eyes to your nose and your lips but mostly your lips. “i want you,” he whispers, and the minute you lock gazes, the answer has never been more clear to you.

“i want you too, touya,” you answer, both excited and afraid but he never lets you harp on things too much because he’s already kissing you silly, barely letting you breathe—you don’t have to guess with him; he wants you so desperately you can feel it in his actions.

“touya, we should stop,” you whine, knowing that this might be going way too quick yet you want it all the same.

touya shakes his head, big hands slipping under your shirt and squeezing your waist. “no, don’t wanna stop,” he whispers into your mouth.

he’s about to pull your shirt over your head when the loud shrill of his phone interrupts. he would’ve tossed it to the side if you hadn’t taken it and insisted he should take it. it’s from shoto, after all. (he doesn’t call often, it’s a complicated relationship.)

grumbling, touya leans back, keeping your thighs in place so you can’t move away. he’s smirking at you as he answers, “shoto, what is it?”

you can’t hear his brother over the phone. you can only guess snippets of the conversation from touya’s end.

“huh.”

“what for?”

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever.”

when he finally puts it down, he pulls you close by the chin, a glint of mischief in his grin. “get ready, doll.”

“huh? for what?”

touya gives you a peck on the lips. “family’s visiting, a surprise or whatever. they’re already in the city.”

you blink, praying he’s not being serious and wishing it’s not what you’re thinking. “okay, have fun!”

“and where do you think you’re going?” touya laughs, pulling you back down after you barely got back up.

“go spend some time with them, it’ll be fun.”

“oh i’m sure it’ll be fun,” he smirks, typing something into his phone and sending the message before you can sneak a peek.

you’re almost too scared to ask. but you do. “and why’s that?”

touya chuckles, thinking you’re way too stubborn, playing dumb even if it’ll kill you. but he guesses it’s fine if he has to spell it out for you. “because i wanna re-introduce you.”

“wait, what do you mean?”

with a gentle smile and a poke on your forehead, he looks you in the eyes. “i’m gonna introduce them to my future wife.”

[enjakey]

Through Plastic Screens

Pairing: Niki x Fem!Reader

Old fic (8k) being reposted AGAIN. Not plagiarised guys, it’s the same person. I literally cry every time I reread this. It’s gotta be one of my favourite fics I’ve written.

There’s so much yearning, so much slow burn- and I chose to hurt myself by writing this.

Summary: in which Niki, enhypen’s baby, falls in love with a fan, Y/N. And somehow, through all the tribulations of life, they stay in touch. Calls, texts, videos and pictures- it was all they ever knew of each other, how they fell in love. But how long would this last, pining for each other through plastic screens? But they refuse to leave each other’s lives- even ten years later, when they’re old enough to get married and have stable careers.

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There were many things about Y/N that Niki admired. He liked her habit of twirling locks of her hair around her finger whenever she spoke nervously, the ritual serving her endearing and beautiful features. He liked how her hair fell to her waist in waves that reminded him of a sunny day on the beach and palm trees with coconuts. He liked the twinkle in her eyes while she spoke to him, myriad anecdotes and jokes hidden behind her irises to share. He liked her fingers, supple and lean while he held them with cautious and almost shaky hands. He also liked her sense of fashion, simple and clean with the smallest pops of vibrant and neon colours that appeared in her jewellery or her shoes.

Then there was her laugh, joyous and juvenile whenever he made a joke yet the back of her hand would always hide her smile, which he imagined was captivating as well. He thought her voice was enchanting, casting some sort of spell on him that made him repeat every syllable she had ever spoken in his head like a beautiful broken tape record; like he had found his new favourite song and would listen to it on repeat until he got sick of it and would wait until he heard her say more sentences that he could repeat in his head. He found it fascinating that she wanted to study planetary sciences once graduating high school, making him realise she was smart and ambitious with great hopes for the future.

He could tell she was a shy girl by the way she would be at a loss of words with some of the things he said. He could also tell that she was the type of person to have very few friends by the way she talked about school and any experiences she thought to mention. He wasn’t judging her, but rather applauding her kind and caring personality, a personality built so graciously out of rose petals and tufts of clouds. He knew, just by the way she listened to him intently with curious eyes, that she was the girl that jumped to help any friend in need. And he also knew that she didn’t have anyone in her life who would be there for her when she needed it, regardless of whether she asked for support or not.

While talking to her, he felt like he was her knight in shining armour. He held her hand between his palms and he felt as though he was protecting her from all the misery anyone would and could bring her throughout the rest of her life. Her violet sundress was suddenly transformed into a period gown and her hair was curled to perfection, styled into what he would imagine princesses and queens used to wear back in the days of royalty. He felt as though they were riding away into the sunset on a horse, hand in hand while her sweet laughter of relief echoed into the background. She looked at him like he was a saviour, her saviour, and he wished to play that character for longer than he would be an idol.

Niki noticed and thought of everything previously mentioned in the span of eight minutes. If he was forced to be precise, it was exactly seven minutes and thirty-eight seconds. It was the total amount of time he had ever spent with her and there was little to no chance he would meet her, or see her, ever again. Because he met Y/N during an off-line fan signing and he found himself being swept off his feet by a simple conversation with a girl almost his age, visiting Korea with her parents for vacation and making use of her only chance to meet the members of her favourite boy group. By his luck, he just so happened to be her favourite member- her bias.

There wasn’t a time in his career of being a kpop idol that he felt insecure. He had always known that he was attractive, fitting the standards of modern male beauty which were enhanced by the mole on his chin and his boxy smile. But that day, after he got home from the fan-signing, Niki spent hours staring at himself in the mirror, brushing his fingers over his chin and nose and jawline, wondering if he truly was attractive and worthy enough to be favorited by Y/N and wondering if she only biased him in their similarities in age and nothing else. His hands carded through his hair, letting it fall messily past his forehead and temples and assessing whether it suited him or not and recalling if the wind had ruined it all while he was talking to her. He hoped and prayed to God, someone he didn’t even believe in, that she didn’t regret meeting him that day and that she was more in love with him by the end of their interaction because he was being himself, saying things most people would say to an old friend with trust and security and comfort. He felt comfortable around her, free like he could be himself without the curse of judgement looming over him. And he smiled freely and naturally with her without the presence of awkwardness like it was with everyone else he met that day. He could sense her aura, this pull about her that made him feel like he could do and say anything in front of her and she wouldn’t think of him any less.

He hoped his judgement of character wasn’t wrong.

Niki was part of a couple of offline fan signings till now. He had met a lot of people- girls who squealed at the sight of him and complimented him every chance they got, but he never met someone like Y/N . He never met anyone that could intrigue and endear them as much as she did, fluster him with a bat of her eyelids and a tilt of her head. He didn't think eyes of curiosity could have such a hold on him, pushing and encouraging him to speak more about himself due to the care and solace that lay underneath. A part of him was convincing himself that he would meet more girls like her as he lived on. He would meet more people like her and make him want to be himself and that people like her could be found anywhere if he simply looked in the right places. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised how that person wouldn’t be Y/N . They wouldn’t have the same hair as her or the same smile, skin, nose and eyes. He just wanted it to be Y/N.

He spent weeks thinking about her, hoping to bump into her every time he walked into a convenience store or travelled past a tourist attraction and looked around to see if he could spot her posing somewhere while her parents took pictures of her. He even bought her a necklace from one of those stalls on the streets, thinking it would be a romantic gesture if he gave it to her the next time he’d see her. But alas, no matter how much he wished to catch another glimpse of her or hear her voice for another second, Y/N was probably back in whichever country she came from and all he was left with was her name and an exchange that lasted seven minutes and thirty-eight seconds.

Between the third week of Niki wishing for Y/N , sadness had crashed into him like a wave, along with the tides of realization that his emotions would forever stay unrequited and unconfessed. He would brood over his schedules and drag himself around with a frown or heavy eyes. His shoulders were often slumped and his enthusiasm while playing video games with Heeseung or Jake disappeared. His only form of distraction and an outlet for his frustration became dancing, as it always had been since he was a child, and he found himself spending extended hours in the dance studio, running and jumping and even yelling throughout choreographies. It was like one day he was a boy filled with so much hope and love and now he was grieving over something that never was.

His change in behaviour didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. The management once scolded him for not showing enough enthusiasm during a V-Live and the rest of the members became officially concerned when he let the chance to make a perfectly timed joke slip by. It was painful watching the boy tut and sneer at things that would normally bring him joy- gaming, food, football and even watching horror movies with Sunoo. Every night he would come home, he would mumble his greetings to anyone else in the house and go straight to bed. Sometimes he'd skip dinner, other times he'd skip breakfast and on days where his schedule was empty, he'd lay in bed all day, watching a show while not even bothering to shower.

It took two days for Jay to beat out a confession from Niki, where he finally cried out his longing for a girl that was equivalent to a stranger. He weeded and sobbed and his eyes grew red and puffy and his body trembled while he dealt with emotions he couldn't understand because it was all so unfamiliar, so unheard of for someone to manifest such deep sentiment towards strangers. Y/N was equivalent to a girl he'd find attractive walking down the street and she was equivalent to any classmate of his he remembered from kindergarten yet here he was, curled up into a ball while his Hyung patted his head and told him that feeling confused and lost was an appropriate reaction to the predicament he put himself in.

The seven of them convinced the management to let them go out for dinner that night. They went to a Korean Barbeque not too far into the city, one which Niki used to always say he wanted to try out. Two guards stood in front of their table, standing high and mighty to make sure no one but the waiters interacted with them. The restaurant was fairly bustling, smoke filling the atmosphere along with the smell of grilled pork and lamb. From the corners of their eyes, they could tell some of the other customers recognised them, feeling sneaky cameras pointing toward them and groups of college students snickering and whispering about their presence.

Niki was talkative after a long time, contributing to whatever topic Jake was spouting about and making fun of Sunghoon when he got the chance. He ate properly after a long time, even accepting when Sunoo reached over the table to feed him enoki mushrooms. He seemed like himself after a long time and he was confiding in them, telling them about Y/N and the little things he could recall about her- her dangly earrings, silver chain around her wrist and neck and pastel yellow nails. Then he told them about his pining for her, how he spent hours trying to look for her on social media and how he carried around the necklace he bought for her in hopes of finding her someday.

“Do you have it with you right now?” Jungwon asked out of curiosity.

Niki nodded, reaching into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a slim silver chain with the pendant of a vibrant sunflower. It reflected against the tube lights hanging above them, twinkling and mirroring shades of yellow onto the white wall. The group was awed at the piece of jewellery, wondering how much it must have cost and hoping it wouldn’t go to waste. They gasped even louder when they were told that he bought it from a street vendor.

“This is stupid, right?” he said as Jungwon took the necklace from him, allowing Jay and Heeseung to admire it with him. “I mean, I’ve only known her for eight minutes and I’m so head over heels for her. Like, I’ve got to be stupid.”

“Yeah, you’re like the twenty-first-century Romeo,” Jake snickered, clicking his chopsticks together before earning a slap on the arm from Sunoo.

“Someone tell me I’m stupid,” Niki drooped his shoulders and looked around the group.

Jay cleared his throat, swallowing the last of his food. “You’re stupid,” he deadpanned and narrowed his eyes.

“Ok, that didn’t help,” Niki rolled his eyes and slumped into his seat.

“Dude, if you wanna get over her, the first thing you need to do is get rid of that necklace,” Sunoo pointed his chopsticks at Niki, a look of promise and determination on his face.

“Why would that work?” Niki asked.

“It’s like a form of cleansing,” Sunoo enthused, his voice softening as his hands. Everyone turned to look at him, some fighting the urge to laugh and others furrowing their brows in confusion. Upon noticing this, Sunoo raised his brows and tutted. “I’m serious! It’s the first step of letting go. Once Niki throws the necklace away, he’ll feel like he doesn’t owe her anything anymore and he can start to slowly move on from her.”

“And where did you get this from?” Sunghoon threw his head back in laughter. “From some k-drama?”

“No,” Sunoo jutted his bottom lip forward, puffing his cheeks. “My sister,” he looked down as though he was embarrassed as the rest of them burst into laughter.

“So you want me to throw this necklace away?” Niki confirmed and Sunoo nodded.

Jake was now holding the necklace, holding it towards the light and admiring it as though it was a crystalline diamond. The petals were a flaxen yellow, its small stem and leaf drenched in lush green. “This is a beautiful necklace, though,” he mumbled but was ignored as everyone was caught up in convincing Niki to throw it away and start anew. They were bustling like bees, arguing and urging in hushed noises so the guards wouldn’t hear while Niki sat silently, appalled by the only choice he was given.

“But what if I do see her again?” He reasoned.

“But do you really think it will happen?” Heeseung asked. “If you wholeheartedly do, then fair enough,” he shrugged.

“A huge part of me knows I’ll never see her again,” Niki sighed, looking to his side. “But I keep hoping that maybe fate will bring us together, you know? Like she’s not the only girl I’ve ever liked but she’s the only girl I’ve ever felt so strongly for. Isn’t it so pathetic of me? Right now, I’m wishing that she’ll walk through that door…”

Just then, the ring of the entry bell cut through Niki’s cinematic speech. For an instant, the entire restaurant ceased to silence and Niki’s gaze drifted towards the door. He first noticed a hand that held the door open, then her hair which was swaying to the side as she looked over her shoulder. Then she stepped into the restaurant, a smile glimmering under white lights and when her face came into view, Niki’s mouth parted, chin gapping as he soaked in the reality of the moment. The rest of the group turned in the direction he was looking, Sunghoon nudging Jake’s side so he would look away from the necklace and at the girl standing three tables away from them. All eyes were on her and Niki was shifting off his chair, slowly standing on his feet with mesmerised eyes and parted lips, an arm lifting so his finger could meekly point towards her.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

By hearing that, Jake’s brows raised, eyes widening with a gaping mouth. His chopsticks pointed at the necklace held in his hand and then at the girl everyone was staring at, his gaze focused on Jungwon who nodded enthusiastically, confirming his doubt. Sunghoon looked between Niki and Y/N , wondering what would happen next and Heeseung looked amazed, thinking about how the boy’s wish practically came true. It was too much of a coincidence, one that would go down the history book of romance. They all might as well be the side characters to a k-drama, watching the hero finally meet the heroine after an unfortunate incident.

“Y/N?” Niki’s head tilted to the side, brows furrowing like he was confused, refusing to accept that after four weeks of looking and wishing and pining she was standing right there, in front of him, under the same roof as him, breathing the same air scents as him.

She was dragging her parents to a table on the other end of the restaurant, a waiter guiding them with welcoming smiles and handing them an English menu. Niki’s eyes followed them as they took their seats. Y/N was smiling like she was on top of the world, hair bouncing around as she talked about something that made her father laugh and her mother shake her head in disappointment. She had on a different pair of earrings, as far as he could see, but she wore the same rings, bracelets and necklace from the last time he saw her.

“Am I dreaming?” Niki said, blinking profusely and pinching himself to feel some sort of sensation- he flinched and yelped in surprise. “Am I seeing things?”

“Is she wearing white jeans and a white tank top with designs of some anime character in red?” Jay raised a brow.

“Yeah.”

“She’s real,” he patted Niki’s back twice.

“Y/N!” Niki snatched the necklace away from Jake’s hand and sped away from the table. Sunghoon and Jungwon called out for him but nothing but her laugh was audible to him as he jogged towards her with no clear aim or plan in his head.

He didn’t know what he was going to say to her and he didn’t know how he was going to introduce himself to her parents without sounding like a love-struck idiot. All he knew was that he was impatient to speak to her again, to hear her words directed towards him and hear her laugh at his jokes and pick-up lines. His wishes were finally coming true, all the energy he spent drooping and whining over finally becoming worth something and as he came closer to her, his smile grew wider, a youthful excitement hovering over his head as his heart beat faster than it did while performing in front of a crowd of millions.

His signature boxy smile appeared on his face when he finally reached her table, chest heaving up and down as he tried catching his breath. Y/N noticed him with wide eyes, a tinge of fear flashing across her eyes when her parents turned their heads to find a tall boy dressed in swanky clothes with styled hair. “Niki?” She said, stunned by his presence.

“Hi,” he said, waving his hand at the group of three.

“Who are you?” Her father pointed a mean finger at him, silently asking him to walk away.

“Is he from that boy band you went to meet?” Her mother spoke softly, eyes darting between her dumbfounded daughter and awkward celebrity that was equivalent to a stranger.

“Yeah, he is,” Y/N cleared her throat. “You’re… why? How? I don’t even know what to say… why are you here?”

“I need to talk to you,” Niki said, frankly. He gulped down a lump in his throat while he tried ignoring the flashing glares her father gave him.

“What is going on?” He demanded.

“I don’t know!” Y/N brought her palms to her temples, feeling a rush of blood flow to her cheeks in embarrassment.

“Please?” Niki met Y/N ’s eyes for the first time that night and time seemed to slow for a second. His eyes were glassy, her words stuck in her throat.

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat and hastily apologised to her parents. “I’ll be back.”

Niki pulled Y/N out of the restaurant by her hand and she followed him while almost tripping on her feet. They stood near one of the windows, looking at one another for a few seconds, pacing around their feet. It was chilly and she shivered, teeth clattering as she wrapped her arms around herself. To keep her mind distracted from the fact that she was standing in front of her idol, her celebrity crush, she thought about how she should have listened to her mother and worn something with full sleeves and gotten a jacket.

“Are you cold?” He asked while removing his trench coat. “Here,” he said, handing it to her, comfortably standing in the cold with a shirt and knitted vest.

“Niki… what is all this?” She took the jacket from him, gaze not leaving his as she put it on and hugged it against her torso. “Normally, I would take a minute to be talking to you because you’re a kpop star and all that and honestly, any girl would be freaking out at the moment and even I am internally but I’m also really confused because you still remember my name and I didn’t think you would remember my name because you have more important things to remember and it’s really an honour-”

“You’re blabbering,” Niki grinned, tilting his head downwards so he could get a better look at her. He was towering over her, his hair falling onto his forehead and hands stuffed into his pockets to form an infatuated aura about him. She was also intimidated by him, her nerves only being eased by the jacket covering her arms. “Do you do that when you’re nervous?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, chewing the inside of her cheek. She was fighting the urge to meddle with her hair because if she did, then the jacket would loosen around her and she would feel cold. Instead, she would occasionally brush stray strands of her hair away from her hair.

“That’s alright. And please, call me Riki instead”

Niki didn’t know what to say anymore. The girl of practically his dreams was standing in front of him and he had all the freedom to do or say whatever he wanted but he didn’t know how to. He was shy, even embarrassed by his emotions as he looked at the girl in front of him, wondering how he was going to explain what he had been feeling for the past four weeks. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the rest of his members trying to stealthily peek at the pair from the window and he almost scowled.

She noticed the change in his expression and she looked over to find that all of them were there. Jay and Sunghoon were seated closest to the window so she could see them clearly eyeing them, observing their every move. Behind them were Jake, Sunoo and Jungwon and she could catch a glimpse of Heeseung nudging himself closer to the window so he could watch what the youngest of them was doing and acting. Realising that Y/N had caught them peeping, they all turned away and attempted to pretend like they had been eating and minding their own business all along.

“Oh, God,” she said, turning back to him in panic. “This just makes me more nervous. They’re all watching? Holy shit-”

“No, no, don’t worry,” Niki frantically shook his hands in front of him. “You don’t need to be nervous, they don’t mean any harm. I can take you to meet them if you’d like?”

“No, that’s really not necessary,” she chuckled awkwardly. “I’m a bit too shy for that.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “They all still remember talking to you during that fan signing, too.”

“Really?” she awed.

“Yeah, really.”

“It’s a miracle I’m not freaking out right now,” she grinned, leaning her head to the side. “So, why did you want to speak to me anyway?”

“Well,” Niki started, looking to his feet as he formed his words in his head.

“What is it?” She urged.

“I don’t know how to put this easily.”

“Well, then, just say it how you’re comfortable with it. You dragged me outside so you might as well just say it,” she chuckled with comforting eyes, her toothy smile soothing his nerves.

“Y/N , I really like you.”

Niki didn’t know how he let the words roll off his tongue so nonchalantly but he supposed his confidence made him look more attractive. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and darted his eyes around the changes in her face. Her brows slowly raised as she comprehended his words and her eyelids fluttered before her eyes grew to the size of baseballs. Her mouth opened and closed in repeat like she wanted to say something or spew out words of puzzlement but she couldn’t bring herself to. In the end, she was a stuttering mess, eyes glued to him and scared to shift her gaze.

“And I’d really like it if we could meet again tomorrow,” Niki added, in hopes of getting an answer from her.

There was a loud silence that followed. Y/N ’s mouth zipped shut and she pushed another lump of dread down her throat. A breeze blew past them, swaying their hair and bringing a few dried leaves to circle around them. It truly felt as though they were transported into a cliche scene from a romantic k-drama where the hero and heroine would be caught up in some quarrel but would end their argument by confessing their feelings for each other. But this was reality, as much as it felt like a dream, and the universe usually worked against the bigger pictures they dreamt for themselves.

“Riki, I’m leaving tomorrow.”

II

In the five years Niki worked as a kpop idol, he had met many people from celebrities and influential members of politics and media to the fans that he adored so much and in those five years, Y/N was the only friend he made that wasn’t part of his group. He had known her for a little over three years, their friendship solely based on physical interactions that lasted a whopping seventeen minutes, texts that went on for days and calls that started in the middle of the night and ended by sunrise. At the end of every day, despite their differences in time zones, they would text each other about their days, giving each other an insight into the most mundane details of their schedules and families. If Niki wasn’t tired and if Y/N was free, they would call during his night and her afternoon, sometimes watching a movie together or talking about something that would be deemed irrelevant the next hour.

Calls and texts were rare and if it weren’t for Y/N ’s patience and understanding nature, they probably wouldn’t even be friends. She cherished every moment she could spend with him, caring for him in the only form she could through the plastic screens of her phone and laptop. She would check on him every once in a while, listen to him when he ranted about homesickness or the hecticness of his schedule and she even sent him care packages every six months. The sunflower pendant he bought for her all those months ago never left her neck and the jacket he let her borrow would be on her shoulders every time winter came. Niki would update her about his day through random pictures and snippets of videos he would take in between work and travelling. He also had a habit of sending terribly long voice notes filled with conversations between him and some of the other members. There was a bracelet of hers that she had given him the last time they met. The black and white beads stayed on his wrist no matter where he went or what he was wearing. It was little things like such that kept them close despite the distance between them and despite going days or weeks without speaking sometimes. They had the type of friendship that people wished they had, the type of friendship teenagers would grow jealous over.

Yet, Niki was always disappointed with how their relationship never progressed from friends.

In all honesty, he knew they would never work out as a couple. His career in the kpop industry strengthened and monumented by the day and he was already starting to make plans for his future for the days when he wouldn't be performing on stage and recording albums anymore. There lay a lot of pressure on his shoulders, along with odds stacked against his hopes for finding love. Y/N was fully focused on building herself a career in astronomy, studying extra hours and assisting as her professor's subordinate. She even worked internships, her talent and knowledge solidifying her career before she even graduated college. There was still a long road of schools and programs she had to finish before she could call her career something to be proud of and getting into a relationship, especially one that was online, would be a risk for both of them.

There were things they expected and needed from a significant other that they couldn't offer each other through texts and calls, which weren't even as consistent as they would like them to be. They wouldn't be able to go on dates and get to know how they would act if they were physically in front of each other. They wouldn't be able to hug, hold hands or kiss as normal couples do. They wouldn't be able to console each other on bad days because sometimes, words and random memes pulled from Pinterest just weren't enough.

So, despite how much they hated it, they would stay friends, online friends, until some miracle brought Y/N to Korea or Niki to America, where she was studying.

There were times Niki would hope he would find another fan to fall in love with the way he found Y/N . During meet and greets, he would cautiously and meticulously plan questions to ask the people that came to meet him in hopes of replacing the emptiness Y/N had left in his heart. But there was no other like her. He met girls that were bold and confident and he met girls that were smart enough to graduate from all the Ivy leagues. He even met girls that were sweet and kind and didn't have the heart to hurt a fly but they weren't Y/N and they didn't have her smile or that particular twinkle in their eyes and he had eventually given up.

"You know I've always loved you."

Niki was hiding under the covers, pressing his phone between his ear and the pillow and speaking in hushed whispers so he wouldn't wake his Hyungs. It was past one am for him and Y/N had just gotten back to her dorm after spending a day in the research lab with a classmate. They were both tired but could muster up enough energy to call for the first time again in a month. She moved to stand on her balcony, letting warm air hit her wind as she held her phone to her cheek.

"I know, Riki," she breathed. "You know I love you too."

"I've been thinking of all the possibilities of us being together and I just can't see it happening unless one of us sacrifices our careers."

She could hear his voice crack, soft whispers becoming broken mumbles as he continued speaking. She would be lying if she hadn't thought the same but she had always put it off, hoping for some miracle to take place so that one day she would find herself in his arms, put each other to sleep and waking each other up to the rays of sunshine protruding through curtains. But that would never happen, just like how they would never have their first hug, first kiss or first date together. Not now, at least.

"I've thought about it too," she twirled a lock of her hair around her finger and leaned against the railings. "We've talked about us getting into a relationship before. We know it's not a good idea. I'm fine staying just the way we are, you know?"

"I know, Y/N ," he sniffled. "But there's only so long either of us can wait for the impossible to happen, right?"

"What are you getting at?"

"I don't want to be hurt anymore over you and I don't want you wasting your hopes over me either."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to say that if I end up finding someone else that I like, I'm going to try and move on and I think you should do the same."

Whenever Niki would go through an exceptionally bad day, he would put himself to sleep by watching a funny video of Y/N that he'd saved in his gallery. Some were videos of herself that she sent, shot by one of her friends while she said something comedic or did something regrettable. Other videos were filmed by himself, screen recordings of their video calls together while she did something stupid and childish for the sake of passing time or making laughter. These videos would usually wipe the tears or frown off his face and have him fall asleep with a smile but he didn't bother to do that after he hung up the phone with her that night. He roughly shoved his phone under his blanket and buried his face in his pillow, a string of sobs and cries muffled into it while he punched his clenched fists into the mattress.

He had awoken everyone at one point, yelling a string of profanities that made his Hyungs jump out of bed and run to his aid. He cried minimally but the salt tracks on his cheeks looked permanent. His hand stuck to the area over his chest where his heart resided, complaining about the fact that it physically hurt and taking painkillers didn't help him either. Jay and Heeseung sat with him until the sun rose, keeping him distracted with as much conversation as they could and even offered to play a game of football in the hall if he was interested.

The next two months were filled with minimal texts and pictures from his side. While she would blow up his phone with texts and pictures of updates about her life, he would respond with a few emojis and a short text explaining how his day was tiring and repetitive just like any other. He didn't send any pictures or voicemails and when they called, he barely spoke sentences that contributed to any conversation. When she found out from Jake that it wasn't just her he was acting depressed around, she yelled at him and gave him a piece of her mind until he came around and got over himself, finally coming back to his enthusiastic antics on the third month.

Life went on that way. Whatever priority he had given Y/N had shifted towards his career and whatever hopes she had for him had diminished. She still wore the necklace he gave her and he still wore the bracelet she gave him. She still used his jacket but care packages rarely went his way. They still texted but only once in a while as though they talked to each other for the sake of it. Their calls barely lasted for a few minutes because sometimes he would be busy touring and other times she would be busy with exams. So they resorted to sending voicemails to each other but only once in a while and soon, conversations were nonexistent.

“What happened to us?”

Y/N was in tears that night and she called him because she missed him. She missed her best friend and she missed how he cared about what happened in her day. She missed being excited to update him about her days regardless of whether they were boring or eventful. She missed sending him pictures and she missed how he used to appreciate her effort in the care packages she sent him or the random compliments or flattery he would text her. She simply missed him- being around him, talking to him, being able to crack jokes and laugh with him for hours about nothing in particular. But a part of her knew it wouldn’t be easy to go back to how they used to be.

“I don’t know, Y/N .”

“I miss my best friend,” she sobbed. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Y/N ,” Niki pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting the tears that pooled in his eyes. “I’m really sorry.”

“I’m trying so hard but you’re not putting any effort and it feels like you don’t care. So, it just makes me want to do nothing and say nothing to you.”

“I’m trying too but I’ve been busy and you know that, Y/N .”

“Riki, even I’m busy. But I’m still trying, aren’t I?”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m trying, too. I’m sorry.”

III

Seven years later, Y/N received a letter from Niki.

“I’m getting married,” it read in his handwriting. “And you better be there.”

Along with the note came a wedding invitation. It was a navy blue card with intricate designs printed in white and in the middle of it read “NIKI WEDS JOCELYN” in bold italics. Then, there was the RSVP card which asked if she was attending or not; if so, would she bring a plus one? It was simple for her to answer but she pondered whether to even attend the wedding. Buying plane tickets to Seoul, Korea wasn’t the issue but flying there meant taking a holiday from lectures at the university and if she wasn’t sure it was worth the sacrifice. She wasn’t sure if she had it in her to face Niki for the first time in forever. Even though they had a reason to meet again, to have her fly to where he was so they could finally meet, especially when he requested for her there, she didn’t think she wanted to take that opportunity.

Niki told her about Jacelyn a few years ago. It was a meaningless mention like she meant the equivalent to a coffee he drank that day. Y/N didn’t think much of the fact that he rarely ever talked about her. In the beginning, she thought their relationship must have started off smooth and loving but as time went on and when she didn’t hear her name again, she assumed they had separated. Staring at the wedding invitation in her hands, she didn’t know if she was supposed to feel surprised that his first relationship turned out to be his last or hurt by the fact that he never shared anything insightful about the girl he clearly loved so much.

Y/N didn’t know how their friendship was salvaged for such an extended period of time. Over the years, texting and calling became taboo between them. Instead, they would email each other. It was a ritual of long and chained emails they didn’t plan on breaking. They would write them once every few months, detailing the things they deemed were important to mention about themselves and she was surprised he didn’t mention the importance of his fiancee. She didn’t know when he proposed and she didn’t know how they met and she didn’t even know if it would make a difference if she attended the wedding or not.

She supposed he stopped mentioning Jocelyn for the sake of not hurting her. To be fair, Y/N wasn’t detailing her encounters of rendezvous with other men and various other love interests in her life to him either. Yet the difference was that the men in her life were flings, drifting in and out of days like clouds passing over her head whereas Jocelyn was Niki’s sun, a permanent aspect that would continue to cheer him on through day and night.

Nishimura Riki was now the proud owner of his own dance studio. He had twenty employees working under him and two hundred students learning under his aid, dreaming to be the next best dancer of Korea or another kpop star like he once used to be. He was also a brand ambassador for Prada and Bvlgari and producer for the talk show Jay and Jungwon had started hosting a while back. He needed someone like Jocelyn to cheer him on and support him and she could give him things Y/N never could.

Because, in the end, love wasn’t enough of a reason for Y/N to abandon her studies and start a life with a boy who didn’t know how to treat her the way she deserved. Love wasn’t enough for Niki to abandon his dreams and build a family with a girl who couldn’t offer him what he needed.

On the RSVP card, she ticked that she would attend without a plus one.

Y/N didn’t get a chance to meet Niki before the wedding began. Instead, the first time she saw him in person after almost ten years was while he was standing beside the priest in tears while he watched Jocelyn walk down the aisle. He listened to him recite his vows, his sweet words sounding so familiar to her because they were words he used to utter to her when they were sixteen, naive and infatuated with the confusion of lust and attraction. Now they were twenty-seven, burdened with wisdom they wished they didn’t have and experiences they wished they could wipe away. They wished they could be sixteen again and make the mistake of falling in love with the wrong person because, at the time, it was the best kind of high they could find.

After the ceremony was complete, Y/N walked around with curious eyes and the jacket he had given her all those years ago. It was old and wrinkled and no matter how many times she had given it to the dry-cleaners, she accepted that the loose strings and dried curry stains could never be fixed. She saw the previous ENHYPEN members walking around, talking amongst themselves or enjoying a glass of wine. Sunoo was the best man and he had the pleasure of greeting all the guests- she wondered why none of them approached her. She quickly realised that to them, she was just a stranger. She was someone no one knew, forgotten with ancient history and replaced by the better.

Niki no longer wore the bracelet she gave him. She wondered when he had thrown it away while she played with the sunflower pendant that continued to hang from her neck. She pondered leaving without bothering to greet the boy, to remain without the joy of being able to meet an old friend. They were only physically around each other for seventeen minutes, it would be alright if they kept it that way.

But he came jogging towards her with wide eyes and two glasses of wine held in his hands. He had that boxy smile plastered across his face, chest heaving with excitement as he stood in front of her. Deja vu washed over them, reminiscing about the time they had met in that Korean Barbeque restaurant all those years ago when he jogged up to her and her parents and gifted her the necklace that was now a relic of their history.

“I gave you that jacket to keep, you know? Not to return it on my wedding day.”

“It’s the first time we’re seeing each other in ten years and that’s the first thing you have to say to me?”

Nervous would be an understatement to describe what both of them were feeling at that moment. The wine glasses held in his hands could be seen shaking and her heart was beating loud enough for half of the guests to hear. Yet, they shrugged with awkward smiles on their faces and leaned forward, wrapping their arms around each other for the first time but it didn’t feel that way. It didn’t feel as special and cherished as they expected it to feel but rather normal and common.

“That was our first hug, huh?” Niki chuckled and she took a glass of wine from him.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” She scrunched her nose.

“It’s weird that it doesn’t feel weird.”

They clinked their glasses together and took the first sip.

Jocelyn walked towards them, her beautifully curled brown hair bouncing off her shoulders and dazzling hazel eyes smiling brighter for her instead of her lips. She was gorgeous and she started jumping around when she realised she was in the presence of Y/N , the girl Niki would talk about and praise all the time. It came as a shock to Y/N , looking between the married couple with a gaped mouth and a million thoughts running through her head.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t talk about you with her or the rest of the members?”

“None of them seem to remember me, though.”

“Oh, they remember you. I just don’t think they remember what you look like.”

Jocelyn left the pair to talk alone so she could tend to the rest of the guests. Y/N and Niki were left sipping on their unfinished wine, one replaying the events of the last few minutes and the other reminiscent of the last decade of their lives. He could still list out things that he admired about her. For instance, now, he didn’t feel the need to force out any conversation and he didn’t feel awkward now that they were meeting for the first time. He could admire her forever, not as a lover but rather as a friend because that was all they could ever be. He had a wife now and he was settled in life and Y/N was the person that had seen him grow and mature through the many stages of his life.

“You still wear that necklace,” he observed.

“Never took it off, Riki,” she pursed her lips. “And you stopped wearing my bracelet?”

“Yeah, I took it off a while back.”

“Nice.”

“It was my way of moving on, Y/N .”

She wasn’t angry, per se. Perhaps a little hurt, which manifested in the form of a pang in her chest but she accepted it in seconds, moving on from the pain and concentrating on the flavours of wine that sloshed around her tongue. Niki noticed that she was tapping her foot to the floor, almost as if she were impatient for something; he realised that her habit of twirling her hair around her finger was lost.

“I don’t think I stopped loving you until after I met Jocelyn.”

Y/N was probably the last guest to leave. Despite Niki and Jocelyn’s pleas for her to stay another night so they could go out for dinner and perhaps bond over lost time, she still hailed a cab to take her away to the airport. On her way there, she solemnly rested her head on the window, weakly chuckling when she realised that they had driven past the infamous Korean Barbeque she and Niki met at. She could almost relive the moment, see herself and him standing outside the restaurant while six other boys tried rubber-necking in their conversation.

Now that she was looking back, those memories were worthy enough to be laughed about. It was ancient history but it didn’t rip open a wound whenever it was talked about and she could accept that she wasn’t enough for her first love and her first love wasn’t enough for her.

She accepted that he got married and would start a family soon and she accepted that the next time they would meet again would probably be at her own wedding.

[wonder-innie]

this is my first time request but i was wondering if you could make a fluff/smut oneshot on reader and lee know being in the same friend group but reader starts messaging him to get to know him once they realise they have a crush on him. he eventually finds out that they have a crush and keeps prodding to find out clues as to who it could be but then reader doesn’t give in so easily. you can give it whatever kind of ending…

so obvious, so clueless

lee know x fem!reader. fluff

word count: 3.3k

a.n: tysm for the request! i loved writing this.

a.n 2: english is not my first language. check my masterlist

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Lee Know and you had always been part of the same friend group, and making plans one-on-one with any of them was never a problem… except when it came to him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea; it was just that your relationship with him wasn’t as strong as it was with the others.

One night, all your friends got too drunk, except for you and Lee Know. With nothing else to do, the two of you started talking, and to your surprise, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You felt comfortable with him in a way you never had before. At one point, he let out a bright, genuine laugh, his smile practically lighting up the room. You had seen him smile before, but somehow, this time, it felt different, like you were seeing it for the first time. It was the prettiest smile you had ever seen. Before you knew it, you found yourself searching for the best jokes just to make him smile again. You weren’t sure why.

Days passed, yet that moment lingered in your mind, how easy it was to talk to him, how comfortable you felt, and… how handsome he was. You started stalking him on Instagram more often, to the point where you practically had his pictures memorized. Each time you saw his face, your heart raced, and that’s when it hit you. You had a crush on him.

You tried to ignore it, pushing the feelings away whenever they surfaced. What if it ruined your friendship? Worse… what if it affected the whole group? Some nights, when you couldn’t sleep, your mind wandered to the possibilities. If you two started dating and it didn’t work out… would everything fall apart? You didn’t want to be the reason your group broke up.

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A week later, you wanted to talk to him so badly that you couldn’t help but send him a message, ignoring all your second thoughts. You opened his chat, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. After a few minutes of overthinking, you decided to keep it simple.

“Heyy.”

Lee Know replied half an hour later, asking how your day had been. And just like that, the conversation started flowing, just like it had that night. He told you about his cats and even sent you a few pictures of them. They were adorable.

“They took their cuteness after their owner,” you typed without thinking twice.

The moment you hit send, you froze. Your eyes widened as realization hit… you had just sent him a pick up line with him. Unintentionally.

You gasped, heart pounding, suddenly regretting your words. But then, his reply popped up.

A single laughing emoji.

You sighed in relief when you saw that he hadn’t taken it as a serious attempt to flirt. At least, you hoped he hadn’t.

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You and Lee Know had been texting for weeks, growing closer with each conversation. At some point, you even started sending what you both called “good morning selfies” (pictures of each other as soon as you woke up, looking as awful as possible). Well… at least that was the goal. Lee Know looked effortlessly handsome in every single one.

When Felix’s birthday came around, he invited the whole group to his place to celebrate. You felt a wave of nervous excitement, this would be the first time seeing Lee Know face-to-face after all those late-night chats. Wanting to look your best, you put on your prettiest dress and put extra effort into your makeup.

At Felix’s house, you greeted everyone with a hug, one by one. When it was Lee Know’s turn, your nerves spiked, but you didn’t hesitate. He smelled amazing. His cologne was deep, musky, and completely intoxicating. He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans—nothing particularly trendy—but to you, he had never looked better. Why did everything about him have to be so effortlessly perfect?

You didn’t get a chance to talk to him in private until later that night when Felix announced it was “movie time.” Settling onto the couch, you took a seat near the corner. You weren’t expecting Lee Know to sit beside you. It caught you off guard, but you weren’t about to complain.

Felix pressed play, and the movie began…a romcom. You hated romcoms. You always thought they were ridiculously predictable.

A few minutes in, Lee Know leaned close to whisper in your ear.

“This movie sucks.”

You stifled a laugh, turning your head toward him.

“I know, right? But we’re watching it for Felix… so be quiet.” You nudged him lightly before focusing back on the screen.

Of course, Lee Know wasn’t going to just sit there and behave. That wasn’t in his nature.

He suddenly blew softly against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps erupted across your skin.

“Don’t do that!” you hissed, glaring at him.

He grinned. “I’m boreeed. Entertain me.”

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want me to do? Pull a bunny out of my magical hat?”

His soft laughter sent a spark through your chest. “Yes, please. I’ve never seen a magician before.”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head.

“Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll entertain you by roasting this horrible movie, then.”

He smirked. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

After a brief glance at the screen, you blurted out, “Noah Centineo’s acting is so fucking cringe it makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a damn spoon.”

Lee Know covered his mouth to stifle his laugh, his shoulders shaking. He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with amusement. “God, I love the way your brain works.”

Lee Know leaned in again, his breath warm against your ear. “I swear, if they make the couple kiss in the rain, I’m walking out.”

You snorted, whispering back, “Oh, you just know it’s coming. Probably with some dramatic speech about ‘fate’ too.”

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Yeah, because nothing says true love like pneumonia.”

As the movie dragged on, you and Lee Know kept whispering back and forth, throwing sarcastic comments at every overused trope. It was like no one else was in the room.

At one point, the main characters had a dramatic breakup scene, and Lee Know sighed, shaking his head. “Three… two… one… and cue the sad montage.”

Right on time, the screen faded into a heartbroken protagonist staring out of a rainy window.

You stifled a laugh. “I hate how predictable this is.”

“Right? It’s like they copy and paste the same script every time.”

As you both chuckled softly, what you didn’t notice were the lingering glances from your friends.

Felix, sipping his drink, nudged Seungmin with his elbow and tilted his head toward you two. “Are they always like this?” he whispered.

Seungmin smirked. “Nope. This is new.”

Han, sprawled on the floor with a pillow under his head, wiggled his eyebrows. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sensing some serious chemistry over there.”

Felix nodded subtly, watching as Lee Know leaned in to whisper something else in your ear, making you giggle. “Yeah… they’re in their own little world.”

Changbin, who had been watching quietly, grinned. “Should we say something?”

Felix shook his head. “Nah. Let’s see how long it takes them to notice.”

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to your friends’ knowing looks, you and Lee Know were still locked into your conversation.

Lee Know sighed dramatically. “If they don’t end up together in the dumbest way possible, I’ll be disappointed.”

You smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. He’s definitely about to show up at her wedding and confess his love in front of everyone.”

Lee Know groaned. “God, I hope he gets rejected. Just once. Just for the plot twist.”

You snickered. “You’re asking for too much.”

At that moment, a new song started playing over the movie’s emotional climax. Lee Know made a face. “Oh great. Cue the emotional acoustic song.”

The movie’s final scene cut to black eventually, and the lights flicked on.

You stretched your arms and sighed, ready to make another sarcastic remark, when you noticed something strange, your friends were all staring at you and Lee Know.

You blinked. “Uh… what?”

Felix cleared his throat, quickly looking away. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Seungmin coughed into his fist. “Yeah, just… interesting movie, huh?”

Han smirked but said nothing, exchanging a glance with Changbin.

You frowned, confused, but shrugged it off. Meanwhile, Lee Know stretched beside you, completely unbothered.

The night eventually came to an end. As you were about to leave, Seungmin casually stepped beside you, hands tucked into his pockets.

“So… you like Lee Know, huh?”

You nearly choked on air. “W-What?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Don’t play dumb. It’s obvious.”

Your face heated up instantly. You glanced around, making sure no one else was paying attention before whispering, “Okay, fine. Maybe. A little.”

Seungmin scoffed. “A little? You were in your own little world with him the entire night.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off. “Whatever. It’s not like it matters. He probably doesn’t—”

“He does.” Seungmin cut you off, looking at you like you were an idiot. “Y/N, the rest of us can see it. And if we can, you seriously think he doesn’t feel the same?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You think so?”

Seungmin sighed, shaking his head with a small smirk. “I don’t think. I know.”

And with that, he patted your shoulder and walked off, leaving you standing there, replaying his words in your head.

Maybe… just maybe, he was right.

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A few weeks later, your friend group planned a beach day. The plan was to leave early in the morning—around 6 or 7 AM—so they’d be picking you up at your place.

When the car arrived, you climbed in, greeted everyone sleepily, and settled into your seat. You ended up sitting next to Lee Know.

Still groggy from waking up so early, you leaned your head against the window, trying to get comfortable for the long drive. But just as you started to relax, Lee Know nudged your arm.

“So… I heard something interesting the other day.”

You blinked, turning to him. “What?”

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Seungmin told me you have a crush on someone.”

Your stomach dropped. That traitor.

You kept your expression neutral, playing it cool. “Oh? And you believe everything Seungmin says?”

Lee Know narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not buying it. “So it’s not true?”

You hesitated for half a second too long.

His smirk widened. “It is true.”

You groaned, turning your head away. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

But Lee Know was relentless. “Come on, just tell me who it is.”

You shook your head. “Nope. It’s a secret.”

He huffed, pretending to be offended. “Why? You don’t trust me?”

You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly.”

Lee Know gasped dramatically. “Unbelievable. I thought we were close.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “We are, but that doesn’t mean I have to tell you everything.”

For the rest of the car ride, Lee Know kept trying to get you to spill.

“Is it someone from our friend group?”

“Do I know them?”

“Oh my god, is it Felix?”

You ignored most of his questions, dodging them with vague answers or simply changing the subject. No matter how persistent he was, you refused to give in.

And by the time you finally arrived at the beach, Lee Know still had no clue who your crush was.

But that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying to find out.

After arriving at the beach, your group got to work setting everything up; planting umbrellas in the sand, spreading out towels, and placing a cooler filled with beers in the middle of your little setup. The sun was already blazing, and the sound of waves crashing mixed with the laughter of your friends as they ran toward the water.

You had worn your bikini under your clothes, so without much thought, you grabbed the hem of your oversized T-shirt and pulled it over your head, quickly slipping out of your shorts.

What you didn’t expect was Lee Know’s reaction.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him freeze. His entire body stiffened, and he quickly turned his head to the side, his ears turning red. He was flustered.

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. Was he really that shy just from seeing you in a bikini? Seeing that reaction made your heart beat faster, looked so cute.

Trying to act casual, you grabbed your bottle of sunscreen and began applying it to your arms and legs. But when it came to your back, you hesitated. Your friends were already running toward the ocean, leaving only one person behind.

Lee Know.

You turned to him, holding up the sunscreen bottle. “Hey… can you help me with my back?”

His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he just stared at you.

“M-Me?”

You nodded. “Unless you want me to ask a total stranger?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes before snatching the bottle from your hand. “Fine, turn around.”

You turned your back to him, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. A few seconds later, his hands pressed against your back, spreading the cool sunscreen across your shoulders.

You swallowed. His touch was… soft.

His hands moved slowly, spreading the lotion over your shoulder blades, down to the middle of your back. You felt the way his fingers hesitated for a split second before gliding lower, rubbing the sunscreen into your skin with a gentleness you hadn’t expected.

You liked it.

Your heartbeat picked up as his fingers pressed a little firmer, the warmth of his hands contrasting against the chill of the lotion. For a moment, it felt almost… intimate.

Lee Know cleared his throat behind you. “There. Done.”

You turned to face him, noticing the faint pink dusting his cheeks. He quickly handed you back the bottle, avoiding your gaze.

You took it with a small smile. “Thanks.”

He nodded, still refusing to meet your eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t get sunburned.”

You chuckled softly before turning toward the ocean, but you could still feel the lingering warmth of his hands on your skin.

The day went by normally, filled with laughter, splashes in the ocean, and the warmth of the sun against your skin. You and your friends had lunch right there on the beach, passing around sandwiches and drinks as the waves crashed nearby.

And throughout the day, Lee Know kept trying to get information out of you.

Every once in a while, he’d lean in, his voice teasing yet curious. “So… are you sure you don’t want to tell me?”

You’d simply shake your head, smiling innocently. “Nope.”

This game continued all afternoon. Every time he thought he was getting close, you dodged the question. Your friends, however, had started catching on.

Felix, Seungmin, and Han exchanged amused glances, whispering among themselves every time Lee Know tried (and failed) to get you to confess. He was completely oblivious to what was right in front of him.

Then, as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Felix suddenly clapped his hands together.

“We should go get more beer.”

The others instantly caught on.

“Yeah, good idea,” Han said, already standing up.

Changbin stretched, “Let’s go before the store closes.”

One by one, they all got up, casually dusting the sand off their clothes.

You blinked. “…Wait, all of you are going?”

Felix grinned, “Yeah, why not?” Then, with a very obvious look between you and Lee Know, he added, “We’ll be back soon. Enjoy the sunset.”

Before you could protest, they were already walking away, leaving you alone with Lee Know.

A heavy silence settled between you two.

For the first time all day, he didn’t say anything.

The sound of the waves filled the quiet space, and you focused on the horizon, watching the sun sink lower. But then…

Lee Know let out a long sigh.

“Just tell me who it is. The suspense is killing me.”

You swallowed, keeping your eyes on the ocean. “I can’t tell you, Lee Know.”

“Why not?” He turned to fully face you, his brows furrowed. “Don’t you trust me? I thought we were friends.”

Friends.

That word hit you like a knife straight to the chest.

A mix of emotions… your feelings for him, the pressure he was putting on you, the fear of ruining your friendship, of breaking your friend group… it all exploded at once.

Before you could stop them, tears welled up in your eyes and started spilling down your cheeks.

You quickly stood up, turning away from him as you wiped your face with the back of your hand. You needed space.

Lee Know immediately noticed your shift in mood, and his voice softened.

“Hey… I’m sorry.” His tone was full of regret. “I didn’t mean to push you so much. I just—” He sighed again, more frustrated with himself than anything. “I need to know.”

Slowly, you turned back around, and when he saw your tear-streaked face, his eyes widened in alarm.

“You’re an idiot!” You snapped, voice shaking. “Do you really not see it? It’s so obvious…!”

Lee Know blinked, still clueless. “I must be an idiot then, because apparently, I’m the only one in our group who hasn’t figured it out.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head in disbelief before finally, finally saying the words you had been holding in for weeks.

“It’s you, idiot! You’re the one I’ve liked for almost two months now. Happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

A heavy silence filled the space between you two.

Lee Know stood in front of you, motionless, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. Instead, you stared down at the sand, your heart pounding so hard it echoed in your ears.

Then, gently, he reached out and lifted your chin with his fingers.

Your breath hitched as your eyes finally met his. His gaze was intense yet unbelievably soft, filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

With the same hand, he delicately wiped away your tears, his thumb brushing against your cheek before resting his palm there. His touch was warm, grounding.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, “How am I supposed to hold back when you look beautiful even when you’re crying?”

Before you could even process his words, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss took you completely by surprise. Your body froze for a few seconds, too shocked to react. But then—instinct took over.

You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his soft hair. His arms circled your waist, pulling you closer as the world around you seemed to blur.

The kiss was deep, filled with all the emotions that had been bottled up for weeks. The warmth of his lips, the way he tilted his head to deepen the kiss—it all felt so right.

The sound of the waves and the golden hues of the sunset painted the perfect scene around you.

And then…

A sudden burst of cheers erupted behind you.

You both pulled apart, startled, only to find your entire friend group standing there, grinning like idiots.

Felix clapped dramatically. “Finally!”

Han smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “I told you he liked you too.”

Changbin grinned, raising an imaginary glass. “A toast to the new couple! I better get invited to your wedding.”

You groaned, hiding your face in Lee Know’s chest, while he simply smirked, unfazed.

Without missing a beat, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, whispering just for you to hear.

“Guess we really were obvious, huh?”

[renren-006]

Hells Kitchen | Frank Castle x Fem Reader

plot: foggies little sister falls for the punisher

a/n: I'm currently watching Daredevil and I’m on season 2 and already loving it!!

Foggie originally shot down the idea of hiering his little sister to work for Nelson and Merdock, Matt disagreed.

You were the first person they hired to work for them, even before Karen, which was only a day later, she came onto the job. You liked her well enough. Your job mainly was keeping up with their advertising, answering phones, and occasionally writing blogs about the “fine work” of Nelson and Murdock. You went to school for media studies and quickly realised how competitive the market was, so you asked your brother for help. Foggie hated the idea of you working for him, not because you were terrible at what you did or that he hated you. Foggie wanted you nowhere near anything crime-related, including the desk you now sit at with your laptop open, reading through the news and blogs.

When the ordeal with Fisk happened, Foggie sent you home to your mother. You agreed, but only for a month or two. When you got back, it was the tail end of the legal matters, and Foggie agreed to let you stay until further notice, so really forever. He hated to admit it, but he missed having his sister around.

“You so missed me” you joked as you pulled you chair out at the tiny desk in his office. Foggie let out a laugh.

“Sure kiddo”

“You’ve always been bad at lying,” you told him, knowing full well that your brother could never for the life of him learn to lie to you. You were only a few years apart, and even then, you two always shared a close bond. Foggie smiled, and nodded his head in defeat. “Speaking of when were you going to tell me Matt was Daredevil”

The tapping sounds from the keyboard stopped. That day forever went down in the history books for making Franklin Nelson look like a fool. Mat choked from the other room, and your smile turned wicked. You looked at him through the glass and waved. Thankfully, Karen was getting coffee and didn’t notice.

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Foggie didn’t have to worry until Frank Castles shit in Hell’s kitchen started. it was a few days in when you met him face to face.

He was limping back to wherever he lived when you saw him from up in front of you. He cursed slightly when you walked up to him faster than he expected.

“You’re bleeding” you dumbly said, “you probably already knew that”

“I did,” he said, and a small chuckle escaped his lips. Frank was not one to chuckle. You walked closer, showing him you had no intent to harm him, and lifted his arm to help stabilise him.

“ain’t got to do that” he told you grunting.

“yea sure let me just let the guy bleeding and beaten walk home and maybe die in a ditch” you told him sarcastically. “let me get you home” Frank had little energy to fight you off and half a mans to let you take him home. he did in fact let you walk him to his building! refusing to let you see where he lived and the scattered guns.

“Thanks doll,” he said as he closed the door. For a moment you forgot you heard sirens, or that you smelled of blood and gunpowder, or that you knew in your heart you just helped the man that’s been shooting up Hell’s Kitchen get home.

When you walked into the law office the next day, you saw one look at the papers and decided to head home. Foggie asked why and you gave him a short answer that you didn’t realize how sick you felt till you got there, “The summer heat will do that to you Frankie”. “Don’t call me Frankie”

The second time you met Frank was when he somehow ended up on your fire escape. Your lamp lights were on in your small apartment. You walked out from your bedroom in nothing but a sleep shirt and went to find him looking through the window into your home, waiting to catch your eye. You almost screamed when you noticed him.

“How did you find me?” You asked him, slightly shocked.

“Fallowed ya”

“that’s creepy…” you told him, “and maybe a little charming,” as you opened the wider window so he could slip inside. Frank did his best to reach your couch, clutching his side as he did.

“Again?” you asked. You grabbed the first aid kit under your skin before he could answer. You walked back over and next in front of him, well, swear of how it looked. “I’m going to look now.” He only nodded and leaned his head back.

It wasn't until Frank was in the hospital that you saw him next. You walked in along with your brother, Mat, and Karin. He lighted up when you saw him, and you couldn’t help but walk further past the line of “do not cross” and found yourself holding him.

“hey my girl” he said i. your ear. you smiled and breathed him in.

“I got worried”

“What could you be worried about?” Doggie said, “Get back over here, sis.” You looked back towards your brother and then to Frank. He nodded his head, knowing you had to step back. Your hands were still in his handcuffed ones when you let go and walked back.

“how the hell do you know him?” doggie asked.

“That’s…not really the issue right now, Fog,” you told him, “we can’t let him get the death penalty…”

Mat agreed with you, wanting to keep him out of death and possibly jail. You knew what he had done, you were not oblivious. You knew why he did it; some of you agreed with his methods and others didn’t. Frank was a complicated man, you knew that from the first moment he arrived outside your window.

Frank only agreed to talk to you in the end, and Karin wanted to be able to stand by your side when he did. He allowed it, feeling more at ease around the two women than the men. You wondered if he knew Mat was the masked Daredevil and how he would feel knowing he was doing what he could to keep him alive. Would he be happy, or would he be angry?

Leading up to court, many emotions flooded through you. Seeing him take the stand that day, how his eyes were trained on you the entire time, sent chills down your spine. You saw “the puncher” come out when he stood and yelled on the stand. For a brief moment, you wondered who the man was if you didn’t know him. Frank kept his eyes off you the rest of the time and refused to see you after. Frank Castle was an interesting man.

“Hey, my girl,” a voice said from your balcony. You whipped around to find Frank sitting in your window sill, neither entering nor exiting. You took a moment to breathe him in.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” you asked after realising he was on the run and in your apartment. “if someone sees you”

“no one will”

“Frank” you said sternly. You both knew where your conversation was leading. You were concerned for him ad he could see that.

“I've got to finish this,” he told you, staring at the ground. “They discover justice for what happened to them”

“I know,” you said, walking closer to the window. “But how many more people must die before you’ve justified it?” Frank's head slowly looked up at you, anger and confusion rested on his face. He didn’t know what to make of what you said, what you were implying. “I believe in what you do, Frank, killing those who would end up hurting more than they already have. This killing…all of this killing frank…”

“I’m sorry it scares you…but I have to do it or no one else will”

"I know that too. i do, i just…im scared you will loose yourself in it. promise me you won’t” You said, both of you moving closer and closer together.

"I won’t,” Frank said as he lightly touched your face.

“Promise me,” you said, holding his hands there. Not wanting to break any space with the man in front of you.

“I swear to you, y/n, I won’t lose myself. Frank said I also promise to return to you, tracking your facial movements. You smiled up at him, knowing he meant what he said.

A small kiss lingered on your lips as you watched Frank descend down your fire escape into Hell's Kitchen and the fight you knew was awaiting him. You would wait for him, stitch him up, and hope he would stay.

[demonpiratehuntress]

brother's keeper pt. 2

Portgas D Ace x F!Reader

summary - As you get closer in Alabasta, your feelings for each other quickly become clear. first part of this in my FIRST masterlist, which wouldn't allow me to add this second part.

warnings - i didn't remember exact details of the Alabasta arc, so if there are any inconsistencies please forgive me. also it's a little shorter than the first part, so i'm sorry, but i guess i'm making more parts <3

a/n - you guys have no idea how much i absolutely MISSED writing for Ace, it's my favourite thing to do <3 he's so fun to write for

The ground was shaking.

Luffy was rapidly approaching on a camel.

Followed by a giant lizard.

There was so much happening that you didn't have time to react appropriately. And just when you thought it couldn't get worse, another lizard popped up right out of the ground behind you.

You, being the great warrior you were, stumbled and fell over from the force of the creature's emergence.

But instead of hitting the ground face-first, you stopped mid-fall. A strong arm was holding you in place, wrapped securely around your waist to stop your fall. You glanced up, your eyes meeting a pair of warm, concerned ones.

"Thanks," you breathed out, any other words you might have planned to say catching in your throat at his proximity.

"Don't mention it," he grinned, steadying you before turning his attention to the giant lizard. However, before he could really do anything, the creature lurched forward and closed its enormous mouth around the raven-haired commander.

Though its "victory" was short-lived - it burst into flames brighter than the sun itself seconds later, becoming a charred mess on the sandy floor as Ace just walked away, unfazed.

Your eyes widened, the sight of Fire Fist Ace's might freezing you to the spot in awe. You'd seen it before with the Marine ships, which had been on a whole different level, but you were still amazed.

"Hungry?" He asked you, with such a silly grin that you couldn't help but laugh.

The group settled down to eat, easily cooking the meat on the scorching rocks. Ace took a seat beside you, and you quickly learned that he was just as ravenous as his brother when it came to food.

"Now I see the resemblance," you remarked, teasingly.

Ace, with his mouth full, looked up at you and his cheeks turned slightly pink. You laughed and finished your own portion, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as his leg brushed against your own.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, subconsciously following an orange cowboy hat, that you didn't even realise you two had been separated from the rest of the group. Until you smacked right into Ace, who had stopped to look around for everyone else.

"Where...is everyone else?" You asked, blinking once, twice, but only desert stretched beyond you. You would have thought your friends had been a mirage, if not for the solidity of Ace's body against your own.

"No idea," he murmured, a hand subconsciously reaching around to feel if you were real. It ended up touching your own, and instinctively you grabbed it.

Then quickly let go once you realised what you did, your face burning. Ace smirked just a little, before looking around again.

"Come on, let's try to find them."

You started walking again, only to be disrupted by yet another lizard. This one, to your relief, was much smaller, though it did seem like it was mocking Ace's movements as the commander tried to move around it. When he threatened it with fire, you swore you saw sweat droplets on its forehead.

"Interesting ride," you remarked as he insisted you get on the lizard. He had left no room for argument, now grinning up at you like he hadn't just argued with you over who would ride the creepy reptile.

"Had to keep it interesting," he chuckled, "Wouldn't want you getting bored, now."

"Somehow, I don't think I could with you," you laughed.

That statement hung in the air for a second, before your face heated up and you urged the lizard to start moving. With burning cheeks, you avoided Ace's gaze, hearing him chuckle softly at your flustered reaction to your own words.

Comfortable silence settled over the two of you for a while, as you approached a small town. You wanted to say something, anything, just so he could respond and make you laugh again, but you didn't know what to say. Your brain felt empty, but your heart felt full. You knew very well what that meant, though you were too afraid to face it right now.

The next time you spoke was when Ace had led you into a building in the small town, and sat down to eat the food that had been laid there.

"Ace-"

"Frauds," he mumbled, or at least that's what you think he said.

You didn't know what that meant until three guys walked into the room, and started protesting. Ace quickly shut them up, stuffing something in your mouth to affectionately keep you from talking as well. Not to mention he wasn't very sly with the way his arm wrapped around your waist, when he noticed those guys looking at you a bit longer than he'd liked.

And that's when you knew.

Your heart fluttered at the realisation, a mix of excitement and nausea suddenly overwhelming you. You carefully extracted yourself from his grip, standing up and walking back out to take a deep breath.

Ace followed not long after, worry clear as daylight in his tone.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm...I think so," you replied, confused about your own feelings. Or maybe confused about what this could mean. And the logistics behind such a relationship - though you couldn't allow yourself to hope for that much.

Ace noticed the conflict in your eyes, his mind quickly connecting the dots. He had gone too far, with his touch earlier.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No!" You quickly denied his claim, "You didn't. I promise. It's just..."

Ace's familiar smoky scent filled your nostrils - a comforting campfire-like smell that put you at ease and reminded you of better times - as he cautiously moved closer to you, stopping an inch away.

Your reaction confirmed his suspicions.

Your breath hitched, your body tensing slightly. Your eyes became unfocused, hazy with something far deeper than lust. Something he had never allowed himself to feel with anyone, and never allowed anyone to feel with him.

And then his lips were on yours.

BONUS:

"Hey...where's (Name) and Ace?"

The entire crew turned in a full circle, the movement comical as they all looked around. But neither you nor Luffy's incredibly strong and intimidating brother were anywhere to be seen.

"He kidnapped her!" Was Sanji's panicked response, earning sceptical looks from Nami and Zoro, and a glare from Luffy.

"He wouldn't do that!" The Straw Hat captain argued.

Nami and Vivi exchanged looks, something passing between them that the boys didn't quite understand. Or, at least, most of them didn't. Sanji's wail and Usopp's expression indicated that they very well understood what the two girls were implying.

"She's fine," Nami clarified for the other boys, who were staring at them with bewildered expressions.

As Sanji and Luffy bickered over whether or not Ace was a kidnapper, Vivi sighed and Nami face-palmed. But before either of them could suggest just looking for you and Ace, a ship appeared on the horizon.

On...sand?

[reiderwriter]

hii!! can you do 49 and 68 please??? i love ur writing so much btw

prompts: #49 - "I'm so fucking obsessed with you." #68 - "Sit on my face."

A/N: Thank you for much for requesting! Munch Spencer for the win once again! Not to sound like a broken record, but I think I'm physically incapable of writing a smut that I dont somehow become obsessive over 🫡 I hope you like it!!

Warnings: possessive Spencer, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, alight come play, penetrative sex, creampie, just some very obsessive writing ngl. 18+ MINORS DNI (that means do not interact for those of you who still don't understand!!)

You weren't sure if you were going to give into him.

You know it'd taken a lot of courage for the man to ask you out, you'd seen first hand that he threw himself head first into relationships, and that meant he was entirely careful about kindling them.

But you'd been so shocked by Spencer Reid's admission that he was romantically interested in you that you'd all but gaped at him the entire time he stood there talking you through it.

After he'd finished, you still didn't know what to say, you just knew that your entire body was aflame with the words he'd dropped in the space between you, and you were vaguely aware that your phone had clattered to the floor, forgotten.

“Y/N, what do you say? Will you let me take you on a date? Please?”

He stood fidgeting in front of you and you almost apologised but your tongue still wouldn't move accurately.

You swallowed, and calmed your heart from the tempest it was running through in your chest to answer him.

“I need some time to think. We work together, it's going to be complicated and I want to make sure I think this through.” He'd politely agreed to that and seen himself out of your apartment, having appeared on your doorstep at near midnight on a work night.

And two weeks later, you were no closer to your answer.

But Spencer seemed to have grown bolder in his advances. He seemed to have taken your entire plight of never realising he was into you to heart, though. Because you sure as hell knew where he stood now.

He used every excuse to put his hands on you.

He came up behind you, putting his hands on your waist as he slid past you, moving you this way and that to arrive at his intended destination.

You'd found that a most annoying male trait in the past, but when Spencer attempted it, you practically leaned into his heat, shivering each time his hands brushed you.

He'd taken to brushing your hair out of your eyes as well, tucking it behind your ear in front of others, and, embarrassingly enough, tying it up for you with one of his own hair elastics.

You'd frozen in the moment as you leaned down to examine some footprints on a case, complaining your hair was in your face as he immediately came up behind you and began gently pulling it up himself.

His fingers moved skillfully, and felt soothing on your scalp as he made sure to get every hair.

You couldn't even say a word of thanks as you sat there wondering what the fuck had just happened, and if anyone else had been witness to it.

Luckily, no one had, and you could only contemplate it alone.

And contemplate it you did. In bed. In the shower. In your sleep. You couldn't stop contemplating it.

You couldn't seem to step over the boundary of professional working relationship to more, though.

So you weren't exactly surprised when he showed back up on your doorstep a month later.

“Spencer. Did something happen?” you breathed a slow sigh as you opened the door to see him standing there, still and tense, as if he was ready to spring an attack at any second.

“I'm obsessed with you.” His voice was low as he took a slow step forward, letting his gaze rest on your lips, and not moving it as he continued his path forward.

“I'm obsessed with you and I've tried to show you that for the last month, and god, please you have to please release me from this if you can't accept it.” He took another step closer and then he was in your apartment and closing the door behind him, blocking out the cold that had your nipples hardening. You assumed it was the cold.

“I think about how you would taste daily, how you would smell, how you would feel wrapped around me, the sounds you would make. I think about any other man getting close to you and I feel angry and sad and my chest physically aches.”

“I think about how I could make you happy, how you'd smile at me every morning,” his hand hesitantly reached up to tuck another stray hair behind your ear as he stuttered through yet another confession.

He was close now, so close your back was pressed against a wall as you resisted your chest meeting his.

“I will leave and never mention this or touch you again if you can't take that on, but if even one part of you thinks this is an experience you want…”

You finally looked into his eyes as your fingertips rushed forward to touch him, darting out to feel his chest and press yourself further into his warmth.

The physical confirmation must have been enough, as in moments his lips were dropping to meet your own in a sweet, but still strong kiss.

He moved achingly slowly as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you further in to his atmosphere, taking each small caress as an indulgence, each run of your lips across his as a blessing coated in lust.

He went so luxuriously slow, that you had to be the one to pull him in closer, to give into the passion threatening to throttle you from inside out.

You tugged him back through your apartment to your bed, making sure to rid him of his coat as you went, lips still exploring each other as you did. His hands held you firmly, wrapping you up in a strong embrace even as you needed him to move faster, to touch, caress, tease, and pleasure you.

You pushed him away when your back hit another wall, only so you could get some air between you as you waited for the next logical step in the direction you were headed.

“Spencer, I want you to make love to me.” You always hated that phrase, feeling it was so cheesy and overly sentimental, and yet that was the only way you could describe what you wanted from him.

He looked at you and suddenly, it was as if a flip had switched inside him. His slow, discovering kisses became bruising and hot as he marked his way down your neck, eager to please and desperate to know all of you. Your body was another book Spencer needed to read, more knowledge for him to acquire and never forget, never let go of.

Gently raising you off the ground, he pinned you against the wall, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his notable arousal through his clothes. He began divesting you of yours, the casual t-shirt you'd slipped into after work being easy work for his hands, sweatpants following suit as he memorised every inch of flesh visible to him.

With two hands firmly cradling your ass, he made his way into your bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed, you in hand. Your core rubbed over his cock, and a deep dissatisfaction crept up your body. You were empty and you wanted so badly for him to fill you.

Your need became a great force clawing at his clothes, rocking your hips into him needing as you scrambled button after button, wishing your hands would obey your mind.

He groaned under you, the sound catching you off-guard and flooding your panties even more. He caught your hips and steadied your pace as you worked yourself up to a high without ever having fully touched him.

“Y/N…” He breathed it out like a prayer and a curse combined, pushing your hips down tighter as he tried to put an end to your elicit movements.

“Y/N stop, I want…” His lips finally left your neck as he took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look directly into yours.

“Sit on my face.” It was a demand, one that wouldn't be ignored, and honestly, you weren't sure you wanted to ignore it.

He laid himself down more comfortably on the bed, pulling you down with him as he stroked small circles into your lower back.

His hands worked down until they reached the waistband of your panties, hooked a finger under them and slowly dragged them off your ass, forcing your hips up to get them further away from his prize.

“Please, Y/N. Please sit on my face.” You moaned at the request again, dropping one final messy kiss to his lips before climbing up and over his head.

You completed the job he started with your underwear, deciding to go the extra mile and discard your bra as well. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and shifted your cunt to better suit his own position, and you braced yourself as he pulled you closer to his devilish tongue.

The first swipe of it was so foreign that you almost bolted upright like a cat dropped into a bathtub. But he held you fast and pulled you right back down as he began his meal. He'd said his prayers, and now he was ready to indulge himself in the taste he'd been craving for the last month.

You braced your hands on the metal headboard of your bed, thankful that you lived alone as you knew there was no way of muffling the noises that were beginning to toll off your tongue.

Head thrown back in pleasure, it was all you could do to not beg him to never stop, to keep up your pleausure for eternity, even as he left himself unsatisfied and rock hard.

Everytike you pulled slightly back from the stimulation, he pulled you even further in, until you were sure he couldn't breath, his mouth and nose so lost in your heat and so intent on your pleasure.

You almost forgot it was his face below you, and started desperately riding him, grinding your clit into anything that would allow for some friction.

Every few minutes he came up for a larger breath, letting his fingers slip inside you as he explored your every reaction.

There was only so much you could take, and apparently tongue and fingers was just that step too far, as you let your body convulse over him.

He let you ride it out, drinking in every drop of juice that escaped you, finally getting that taste he'd become so obsessed with discovering.

When you finally pulled away, his lips and chin were slick with your arousal, and his face was awash with desire.

A tiny push had you on your back as he crawled up between your legs again, taking the time to unclassified his pants and pull them off, discarding them along eith the shirt you'd so painstakingly unbuttoned for him.

“I am going to make love to you, Y/N, and you are going to be mine. You'll always be mine.” His forehead rested against your own as he finally slid inside of you, sheathing his whole cock inside of you as it expanded with his intrusion, trying to find room for him.

He fit like a glove, provided the glove felt this fucking good, so warm and comforting to know he was filling you completely.

His thrusts began and you were almost overwhelmed by the sheer arousal he inspired in each heartbeat.

Wanton moans left your mouth as words failed you, tongue lolling about as you desperately wished he'd slip his head down to let you taste yourself on him.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he said, tightening his grip on your hips so much you were sure his nails were going to leave tiny crescents carved into your very bones.

Your second orgasm snuck up on you, hips suddenly jolting up as if they'd a mind of their own, milking his cock as he whimpered at the sudden tightness.

“Y/N, I love you. I love you, I love you I love you so much,” the words were overwhelming as you struggled to speak through the after shocks of your climax, legs still twitching even as he spilled his seed inside of you.

“Now you're mine,” he whispered into your ear as he again found a stray lock of your hair and tugged it right back behind your ear, as if it would help you to see him that much clearer.

Your vision was already so filled with him though, that you were sure it would not matter how far he was or how obstructed your view, he would be the only thing you saw for the rest of your life.

Maybe you were a little obsessed with him as well.

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Black Dahlia - 39. A Familiar Face

Summary: Dahlia's second year is officially underway with Conscription Day finally here. A new year, new cadets, and a familiar face she wasn't expecting to see amongst the new first years. Black Dahlia Masterlist | Masterlist | Links

Another year, another Conscription Day. It was crazy to think one year ago that was me. How different my life was this time last year. Though some things were still the same. I was still a disappointment, if not a bigger one to my family. Especially with the company I now kept. And especially after Garrick’s very public show of affection towards me. The one upside to that was Dain now avoided me completely.

”Ready for your first duties as Squad Leader?” Garrick teases as we walk across the courtyard to the Parapet.

”That sounds so…. weird. Not sure who thought it was a good idea to give me Squad Leader.” I say with a grimace.

I had been so sure any leadership opportunities were off the cards for me due to my father overseeing Basgiath. But clearly he had no say on the matter. My name had been clearly marked as Xaden’s replacement for the year as he stood up to Wingleader.

”Same person who decided to make Bodhi an Executive Officer.” He points out.

Bodhi deserved it though. He had stood up massively in War Games. Xaden had split the Squad into attacking and defending and sadly had lost our squads executive officer in an attack. Bodhi had taken over instantly, defending our outpost with ease. He had more than earned his spot.

”Clearly whoever is making these choices needs to be evaluated. Somehow you got section leader.” I tease back.

”Ouch. Good to see you’re still as ruthless as before.”

One of the things that was vastly different to last year. Last year when I had crossed the parapet and given my name, Garrick had hated me for it. Wanted nothing to do with me. And I had wanted nothing to do with him. If I could tell my past self they’d be walking across the courtyard with his hand on their lower back and be in a relationship with him, they’d laugh at me.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into.” Bodhi adds as we get into ear shot.

“And you are relieved of your duties.” I say, cutting Garrick off as I walk up to Bodhi. “I’ll find you two later.”

Garrick goes to object, but Bodhi pushes his shoulder, ushering him back into the crowd of cadets. Ever since graduation Bodhi had been pushing Garrick’s buttons more than normal. The whole day after he’d been boasting about winning the bet against Imogen. He had bet we’d be together before the end of my first year. Which he’d technically won by just a few hours. But Garrick had also been doing it back to him, especially after he found out Bodhi had accompanied me to Chantara to get the new tattoo that adorned my right forearm. To be fair, Bodhi had no idea what I’d been planning to do. He was just along for the ride. And in my defence, Garrick had been out doing something with Xaden. So the only logical choice to take with me was Bodhi. Bodhi was convinced Garrick thought it was partly his idea with how he was acting, but honestly Garrick didn’t care I’d gotten the tattoo. He just enjoyed watching Bodhi squirm.

Cadet after cadet crosses the parapet. All of them ready to take on the Quadrant. Though most of them wouldn’t make it to the end. Even once you bond a dragon you aren’t guaranteed to stay alive. We’d lost a lot of second and even third years in War Games. Due to it Garrick had been moved to Flame Section for his Section Leader role along with many other moves within the Wing’s.

A cadet practically jumps off the parapet, turning around quickly as they draw a dagger. My eyes go wide as I take in the familiar brown and silver hair, styled into a braided crown. Holy shit. Violet Sorrengail. What the hell was she doing here? Dain is going to lose it when he realises she’s here. Seconds later a far larger cadet halts on the parapet as her dagger pushes into his breaches, dangerously close to his balls. Never thought I’d see the day where Violet would hold a guy three times her size at knife point.

”I think. I’ll be safe. For right. Now.” She gets out between ragged breaths.

”Will you?” The blonde haired cadet seethes as he looks down at her with piercing eyes. He was going to be an issue.

Violet starts reciting the codex with ease. Of course she would know that thing off by heart.

”I don’t give a shit!” He roars, stepping forward as Violet’s dagger slices into his breeches.

”Name?” The girl keeping roll asks, sounding completely unphased by the altercation happening in front of us. “You’re pretty small for a rider, but it looks like you made it.”

”Violet Sorrengail. And before you ask, yes, I’m that Sorrengail.” She says with slight irritation. Clearly she’d been asked that question multiple times before.

”Not surprised with that manoeuvre,” She says as she notes down her name. “And what’s your name?” Directing her question to the cadet Violet still holds at knife point.

”Jack. Barlow.” He growls out, his attention still fully on Violet.

”Well, Jack,” I start as I push off the wall, Violet turning her head towards me, her eyes going wide as she realises who I am. Her eyes trailing over my uniform and noting the patches on my jacket. “Cadet Sorrengail has you by the actual balls here, in more ways than one. She’s right. Regs state that there’s nothing but respect among riders at formation. You want to kill her, you’ll have to do it in the sparring ring or on your own time. That is, if she decides to let you off the parapet. Because technically, you’re not on the grounds yet, so you are not a cadet. She is.”

Jack turns his piercing blue eyes to me, his eyes flicking down to where my name is sewn onto my uniform. “And if I decide to snap her neck the second I step down?” He growls, the look in his eyes telling me he would definitely do it.

”Then you get to meet the dragons early,” The other girls answers, her tone bland. “We don’t wait for trials around here. We just execute.”

I take a step towards Violet, putting myself behind her right shoulder. “What’s it going to be, Sorrengail? You going to have Jack here start as a eunuch?”

No one else would notice it, but I see her falter. See her question what she’s actually doing. She was trained to be a scribe. Not a rider. I doubt she’d even picked up a blade till a few months ago. What the hell happened in the year Dain and I were gone?

”Are you going to follow the rules?” She asks Jack, tightening her grip on the dagger.

”Guess I don’t have a choice.” He sneers at her, before raising his hands in defeat.

She steps back, lowering her dagger to let him by. Jack steps down into the courtyard, making him an official cadet of the riders quadrant. “You’re dead, Sorrengail, and I’m going to be the one to kill you.”

”Not today.” She says with confidence, before he scoffs and walks off.

”Damn Sorrengail, not even a day in and already making enemies.” I tease, pulling her attention to me.

She just looks at me and nods meekly before turning and walking into the courtyard, heading towards the girl who had crossed before her. And as if magnetised to her, Dain starts walking right towards her. Oh this was going to be fun.

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Kinktober Day 15

Moniker: Velikan Risk Level: Medium. Velikan is a permanent resident of the Kennel. Brief: Restraints, squirting Safeword: Refer to first brief. Velikan doesn’t talk. They’re potentially the deadliest person in the world, but we have never had a problem with them in the Kennel and they were the one that checked themselves in as a resident, so I don’t think you’re in any danger at all from them. Safeword out and I’ll shoot them if they don’t listen - Laswell

So far everyone had been pretty casual, but Velikan was in full gear including a hard mask with an oni pattern on it. You knew immediately that it would be staying on.

They patted a gloved hand on the bed and as you approached they stopped you to relieve you of the robe your were wearing, leaving you naked. You couldn’t see if they were looking at you, but you could feel it, your nipples puckering from what you were sure were eyes on them and your clit throbbing a few seconds later as you imagined their eyes going south.

The sheets felt luxurious enough but a little strange on your skin as you lay down on your back. You wriggled a little to get used to the feeling, trying to pinpoint what was strange about them.

Velikan said nothing, but they took the glass of water from the side table and spilled a few drops on the sheet. They beaded and ran off the side. Waterproof. The sheets felt odd because they were waterproof.

“I don’t know if I can… um… you know…” you mumbled nervously as your ankles and wrists were buckled into cuffs attached to the four corners of the bed.

You automatically tested them, yanking and finding they only had a little give. Velikan just let you lay there for a while, getting used to it. You thought they must be experienced, because if they hadn’t you’d have safeworded from how uncomfortable it felt to be so at their mercy. It made your stomach fizz not being able to move properly, not being able to fight if you had to.

After a while the feeling started to dissipate and instead the powerlessness started to feel sort of liberating in a way. You couldn’t fight this so nobody could blame you for not trying. Once your brain switched to that kind of thinking it was like everything untensed all at once and you melted into the bed.

Velikan only stood and, you presumed, watched until your body relaxed and only then did they approach. They had a clinical touch as their gloved hand ran across your clavicle and down to run their fingertips over one nipple and then the other.

Your body was so primed and tuned in to their touch. You hadn’t realised how much not being able to touch yourself or touch them back would sensitize your body, make all your brain power only focus on what was happening rather than always having to tick over with escape routes or contingencies.

Once they were satisfied that your nipples were at attention for them, they moved down to your belly and spent a great deal of time there, pressing against the fat and tracing swirls into the skin. You’d never really considered the stomach to be an erogenous zone but the press of leather glove was making you squirm and you choked an annoyed noise when you tried to close your legs to get some friction and the restraints stopped you.

It was maddening that you somehow knew they were smirking under that damn mask.

Only when your ankles were chaffed from the constant attempts to get any sort of pressure did they moved down again, fingers swirling around your clit, through your slit and probing inside you just as clinically as they had assessed your nipples.

You couldn’t tell if they were getting any sexual gratification from this because their touch felt like you were a puzzle to figure out more than a body to play with. The leather clad finger inside of you curled and poked and prodded while their other hand pushed down on the outside, testing different spots.

You felt like a science experiment and that was weirdly doing it for you. Fuck, were they all turning you into a sexual deviant or had you been one all along?

There was a spot they hit that made you spasm and had a sharp sound of surprise spilling from you. It was odd, you weren’t sure if it felt amazing or uncomfortable. It seemed to be what they were looking for though because suddenly that finger was jack hammering inside of you at just the right angle and you were straining against the restraints.

“Oh fuck, wait wait wait, something is- I feel-!” you babbled.

This did not feel like the build up you were used to. If anything you felt like that moment just before peeing where you had been desperately holding it all day. They pressed harder and you nearly blacked out at how sudden and sharp the fall was.

The scream that tore through your throat hurt when you came. Not a normal orgasm, not by a long shot. This was explosive, like there were other parts of your insides getting involved that you hadn’t known could. You looked down at yourself horrified because you could hear the splatter of wetness on the sheets, a lot of wetness, as they pulled their finger out and rapidly ran their palm back and forth across your pussy to sustain it for as long as possible.

You were soaked. The sheets were soaked. Fuck had you…? You looked at Velikan whose mask was as impassive as ever and they simply gave you a short nod as if to say ‘good job, now we know it works’.

They took a silk sash from their pocket and made it clear that they were intent on blindfolding you, giving you the chance to protest. You did not. This person was massive and imposing and yet you really had no fear of them at all. It was something in how they treated your body, oddly non-sexual even while you were still reeling from squirting all over the damn bed.

They started the touch again, this time that gloved finger soaked. It was different with the blindfold on, your cunt violently throbbing with every drag of leather against flesh since your brain couldn’t send any warning signals about what was coming.

There was a click this time when they got to your clit and a warm pressure. A tongue. Oh, the blindfold made sense now, they had taken off their mask. You wished you could see the face of this fucking machine because nobody should have a tongue so dexterous. Not even Soap had been able to flick his tongue so fast against you for so long.

When you started to build up again you strained against your hand cuffs, needing to push their head away because you screeching at them wasn’t working. If they kept going like that you were going to squirt all over their face.

Velikan did not let up nor did they pay heed to any of your manic warnings and soon they were content drowning in your squirt, free hand forcing your hips down so they didn’t miss a drop.

You expected the click of their mask and to be undone from your blindfold and restraints. A silly notion really, you should have known better. It wasn’t until a half hour later when you were cumming dry because you had nothing left to give that they relented and by that time it didn’t much matter that they masked up and removed everything because you were pretty sure you were too strung out to actually take in any visual stimulus or move at all.

To your knowledge they hadn’t gotten off. In fact they looked much the same as when you had walked in, not rumpled in the slightest. Before they left you for Kate to clean up, they caressed your cheek, their damp still gloved thumb rubbing against your cheekbone fondly.

“I um… thanks. This was nice. Probably not an everyday thing because I’m pretty sure I’m severely dehydrated but still nice” you said, stupidly proud of yourself for actually being able to talk to someone like a normal person after such an intense session.

You swore you heard something like a chuckle and then they booped your nose and left. Strange character that one, but their brand of fondness left you smiling for the rest of the day.