#i really really wanted to switch sections. i never told anyone but i requested my teacher to add me to the list o trouble students being

[sheenastark22]

StarCourt Mall

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

Summary: Eddie got his paycheck and he wants to spoil his beautiful girl

Warnings: slight body image issues, swearing, sexual references

Request: Eddie and reader go shopping and she’s embarrassed to be buying plus size clothing in front of Eddie. but eddie doesn’t care and shows her how much he loves readers body and reader back at the trailer?

A/N I hope you enjoy it, also feedback is greatly appreciated. I’m going through still kind of a writers block. Idk what’s going on with me but I hope you like this.

You and Eddie have been dating since this past may, it’s now august and you’re getting ready to go into both of your senior year. Over the summer Eddie has been working at a local mechanic shop to get some extra money to help out his uncle and partly to spoil his girl. You’ve been telling Eddie how much you’d like to get some new clothes for senior year and your family is poor too so it wouldn’t really be possible for you to get what you want, especially since you were plus size so finding affordable clothes were hard enough. Eddie hadn’t told you but he’s been saving up to take you shopping himself. You love getting all dolled up and looking cute and he loves watching you so of course he took it upon himself to help you.

(At Eddie’s trailer)

“Ughhh I’m so tired of switching up the same five outfits Eds” you say as you’re looking in the mirror getting ready for your day with Eddie. It was Saturday which is your and Eddie’s day. “I know sweetheart but you do look great. I love how those Jean shorts make your ass look” he says with that smirk of his as he comes up and hugs you from behind and kisses the top of your head and admires you in the mirror. “We’ll you’re in an awful giddy mood today Munson”

“What gave me away?”

“Probably the fact that you’re willingly awake before noon and I know you’re planning something because last night after hellfire Dustin told me that you have a surprise for me today”

“That little shit, I told him to keep his mouth shut, but yes I do have a surprise for my girl today. We’re going shopping so you have the best style of any girl at Hawkins” Eddie says very proud of himself

“But Eddie i don’t have any money right now”

“Maybe not, but I do. I’ve been saving up just for you” he presses a kiss to your lips

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you heard those words. You appreciated him doing that but you’ve never been shopping with Eddie and it’s embarrassing enough going with your mom when things don’t fit right, but now you’ve got to do that with your boyfriend. “Eddie are you sure?” You ask just to make sure you heard him right. “Sure am” he says. Well I guess we’re doing this , you thought to yourself. You and Eddie get in his van and drive to StarCourt mall. The first store when you walk in is (your favorite store) and Eddie knew it was your favorite so he drags you in. The associate looks you both up and down and she scoffs at you “The young men’s section is over there” she says with a smile to Eddie. “Actually we’re here for her today” Eddie says. You would’ve thought you asked the woman to do a backflip. “Oh I’m sorry, the young women’s is this way” she says with a fake smile “not that anything will fit” she mumbled to herself thinking that no one heard her but Eddie did, “what was that?” He said letting her know she got caught. “Oh nothing sir”

“Yea that’s what I thought” Eddie said with a protective tone in his voice. You all got to the clothing section. There were all kinds of cute clothes. Eddie was also helping you find some things to try on, you quickly realized their biggest size was an xxl which you could fit if it was the right material but could still be tight at times depending on the brand and make. “What about one of these” Eddie held up two different color mini skirts that he knew you would love. “Those are great Eddie”

“What size do you need?”

“Ummmanxxl” you mumble not wanting anyone to hear you

“What?”

You give him a look letting him know you don’t want to yell it. “An xxl I guess”

“Ok let’s go try these on, yea?”

You didn’t really see anything else that you thought would fit but you didn’t say anything to Eddie because you knew he was just trying to give you an amazing day. You go into the fitting room by yourself and try on the skirts while Eddie was waiting patiently but they weren’t fitting no matter what you tried. You broke down not wanting Eddie to know but of course Eddie heard you crying. He knocked on the door so you let him in.

“Hey what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“They don’t fit, nothing here fits. I’m really sorry Eddie I know you want to buy my cute clothes and stuff but I’m too fat and ugly anyway”

He looked at you with almost a hurt look in his eyes. “First of all, I never want to hear you talk about the love of my life that way. Secondly I don’t care if you’re fat or not, you’re beautiful. In fact I love your curves. Third of all fuck this place for having shitty sizing and not having the right size for you, that is ridiculous on their end… not yours princess. If you don’t feel like shopping today, we can go home and watch a movie or something”

“I just know you were really looking forward to this”

“ I was but we’ll go somewhere else on another day that actually has good clothing and not this shithole”

You all got back to Eddie’s trailer and you put in your favorite movie while Eddie made Mac and cheese and once he finished it, he came to the couch and cuddled you and offered you some.

“I don’t think I need any but thanks Eds”

“But you love my Mac and cheese, I made it just for you” he gave you his puppy dog eyes but he could tell by examining yours that something was wrong. “Does this have something to do with that stupid store”

“I don’t know, it’s just, I feel like you deserve someone skinny and someone you can easily buy clothes and share clothes with.I hate to be a burden. It’s so embarrassing Eddie. Going into a store and nothing fits maybe it’s time I really start losing weight.”

“Baby, listen to me”, he looks you dead in the eyes inches away from your face, “you are the most fucking beautiful girl I have and ever will see. You have no flaws, you’re sweet , funny, and you put up with me. Fuck that store. I live every part about you. Even the parts you hate the most.” He takes your hand and guides you to the mirror from earlier that day. “Take your shirt off” you laugh at him but he’s being dead serious. “Eddie, really? Right now?” He nods at you so you take it off. “Now look in the mirror, you see that tummy, gorgeous. Those stretch-marks, straight from the gods. It’s like you are Aphrodite herself. Those thighs are like heaven when you ride my face. Everything about you is perfect my love” me begins to snake his arms around you placing kisses down your neck then in between your breasts, down to your thighs. With each kiss he says something he likes about each part. When he gets to your stomach he kisses each stretch mark telling you how gorgeous they are. When Eddie looks up your crying but in a good way this time.

“You are truly divine y/n, how did I get to be such a lucky man?” He pulls you into a hug and grabs your ass (another one of his favorite parts) and you put on his oversized hellfire shirt that fits you just perfect and your in your panties and you all go back to his room and he plays you the song he wrote for you on his guitar.

#eddie munson x plus size reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #plus size reader #celebrities #fandom ships #comics #eddie munson x chubby reader

[kunrengui]

pt2

please dni unless youre nixx, this is a pretty sensitive rant for me. tw: loneliness and betrayal and self doubt and insecurities and friends leaving you and me bullying someone and me fat shaming someone and lots and lots of bragging so get out before i hurt you too. 

#im considered pretty acc to the standards here. i think im pretty too. im smart. i have an iq of 129 at the age of 16. which is remarkable. #ive never told anyone from school tho. theyd laugh at me because of the grades i get. #im charming. im disciplined. i listen to my mom without a word. im funny (pretty sure ive lost it tho. havent talked to people my age in so #we have strong political connections. were relatives of the ruling party here in my state. we know the cm. #im of noble birth. pureblood. my grandfather was the founder and co-head of his village. my other grandfather owns like 100's of acres of #land. #idk basically you get the point. ever since i was a kid #most people either stayed away from me or would follow me around. no in between. in 5th when i moved to a school #that didnt care about all this shiet. i met nice people. i had fun. temporary friends tho. #6th grade i had 2 best friends whod treat me like i was beneath them. #there was this one girl in our class who was...big. we'd call her fat many times behind her back. all 3 of us. yet when she found out...they #threw me under the bus. said i was the only one and they were forced to go along with it. and i agreed. i didnt bring up their names. becaus #theyre my bestfriends right? the least i could do was take the blame for them so theyd be happy. the girl left school hating me. #i really really wanted to switch sections. i never told anyone but i requested my teacher to add me to the list o trouble students being #shuffled that year. i wanted to leave that class. i couldnt bear 15 girls looking at me like i was the reason why the girl left the school. #like i was the one at fault. i wanted to escape. thankfully i was put in your section. nixx. i was so happy. i cried on the ptm day. #yes i knew not more than 4 people from your class but new people means new beginnings right. i was happy you let me into your little squad. #you guys looked so happy and so close to each other. i wanted that so bad. the way you had inside jokes and the same sense of humour. #i never found any of yours. aan's. josh's. or shem's jokes to be funny. they were so so lame. but id force myself to laugh with you guys #because why would you want to be friends with someone who wont laugh to the same jokes. that was also the same year i started liking #V (im so sorry taetae pls let me borrow your stage name to refer to him. i dont have any other name that sounds right). #so eventually i told you guys. you thought he was horrible. he was a bully. idk why i liked him. maybe because i was told early on that im #only allowed to marry a pureblood. arranged yes but i ignored that part. ok so he was a pureblood. and he looked kind of okay. better than #most of the other guys i knew. so i had a crush on him. someone told me to confess. confess? it was new but exciting. so i told him one day. #and he walked off. i didnt understand. waited for the end of the day to confront him again. he said we could date. next day said he cant. #eavesdropped on his friends talking to each other. apparently he said no because i was ugly (i was at that time. i didnt have braces and my #teeth were like rabbit teeth. they were big and my messed up the shape of my mouth. also had these white spots on my cheeks cuz of puberty) #he even told me to get braces once. on my face. said 'hey you know you need braces right' and i said yea haha ik ill get them. #then proceeded to go home and beg my parents for braces. yes nixx. this is how i got my braces. my dad was against it. he said i was pretty #just as i am and said no. but i got braces. i pursued him for 4 years. boy rejecting me didnt get into my head. followed him like a dog for

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers and Side Characters Go on a Road Trip!

So, Diavolo, Lord of the Devildom, wants to go on a road trip for reasons unknown. You know what? Screw it, the reason is because Dia wants to do a fun human thing because MC brought it up during tea time. No one can defy the king, so TIME FOR A ROAD TRIP!

Shut Up! HE DOESN’T NEED DIRECTIONS! (Lucifer)

He was going to turn that car around. That’s it, he was going to leave. Someone else drive.

I hope your MC likes staticky traffic updates because that’s what Lucifer constantly had on the radio.

Obviously, some of the brothers complained, so Lucifer put on Beethoven’s Symphony no. 9. HELL YEAH TURN IT UP DJ!

Lol JK no one can car-dance to classical music. Just go back to the staticky traffic updates…

Lucifer would have preferred it if MC or Barbatos were riding shotgun next to him, but Diavolo ended up getting it. Dia is constantly asking Lucifer to stop so he can take pictures of the most mundane shit.

Lucifer stopped stopping after the first fifteen requests.

“I’m not stopping at McDonalds- hang on. Hi McDonald’s employee, one black coffee please.”

In true father fashion, Lucifer got lost and REFUSED to ask for directions. They were lost for five hours before Diavolo finally asked:

“Lucifer, you can turn on the GPS right?”

“Yes, but I don’t trust it.”

Everyone screamed in frustration and were all fully prepared to abandon Lucifer at the side of the road.

Please… can someone else drive? Anyone else…

Are We There Yeeeet..? (Mammon)

Okay, so, Mammon was one of two ways on that road trip. One: complete ADHD daydream zoned out. Or type Two: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRREEEEE WEEEEEEEE THEEEEEEEEERRRRRREEEE YEEEEEEET???!

He wanted to stop and go to all the tourist traps, by the end of the road trip Mammon wanted to open his own.

The Avatar of Greed loves driving, problem is, he’s used to driving off into the sunset as a lone bachelor, not with his friends and brothers in the car as well.

He only got to drive once, and it was awful. 0/10 would not recommend. Luke thought MC was driving and called shotgun…

Mammon just turns on the radio for music and hopes something good is on at least ONE channel.

STOP WEAVING BETWEEN LANES YOU MORON-

Not all of Mammon’s time driving was bad, the combined powers of Luke and Mammon meant that everyone stopped at a petting zoo at the side of the road. Everyone had a good time, even though when they got back into the car they all smelled like a farm.

Did anyone else hear that oinking in the car-

*Vibes to Music in the Backseat* (Levi)

After being cruelly dragged from his room and placed in this stupid van… he just climbed into the backseat and put on his headphones.

Maybe anime openings could drown out this problem…

Levi only drove for fifteen minutes, it was the most terrifying fifteen minutes of everyone’s lives.

Mario Kart is not a substitute for proper driving school!

Listen- Levi actually saved the entire trip, after stopping at a gas station everyone noticed that Levi never complained about what was on the radio because he was wearing headphones, so everyone bought their own pair and the car trip was so much more pleasant…

No matter how many times Lucifer told Levi to get his feet off the seat, he wouldn’t listen, he was GAMING and they took him away from his gaming chair! HE NEEDED TO SCRUNCH HIMSELF UP LIKE A GOBLIN TO FOCUS DAMMIT!

Whenever the car would stop so everyone could get out and take a picture or look at something, Levi had to be practically dragged out of the car and manually posed for the pictures.

“Is this one of those vans with TVs in them? I brought the first five volumes of TSL on DVD!”

While Satan was driving they stopped at a lake, and Levi burst out of the car and made friends with all the lake fish.

He was still soaking wet when they had to leave.

I’m a Responsible Driver- IS THAT AN OLD BOOKSTORE?! (Satan)

Satan, we believed in you…

Our favourite nerd wanted to stop at any and all historical spots or cool looking bookstores he saw.

When everyone went to buy headphones, he got a pair with cat-ears on them! Because obviously!

Satan’s a responsible driver, and he’s not as prone to road rage as one might think. He has patience, remember in the Jobs event when he worked in customer service? Those kinds of jobs take a godlike amount of self control to do.

Asmo called shotgun and Satan got to have the wonderful experience of having his ear chatted off by his dear brother.

Satan was not about to have fast food for the eighth time in four days, if everyone wanted food, he’d stop at a restaurant.

He was terribly sorry to anyone who needed to use the restroom, but they should have gone at the last rest stop.

When Satan stopped at the lake, he gave everyone a long lecture on the historical significance of the place, then noticed that Levi was being crowned king of the lake and decided he should cut his history lesson short before Levi abandoned his family to chill with the fish forever.

I wanted Satan to be the normal chill one with the radio… I really did… but deep in my subconscious I feel like Satan would put on one of those language learning DVDs so he can learn another language on the go like a total dork.

Road Rage (Asmodeus)

No one saw this coming but- Asmo gets some B A D road rage. Someone cuts him off? “Hi hello dear, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS?!” Someone doesn’t use a turn signal? “YOU BRAIN DEAD MORON! LEARN TO DRIVE!” Someone just pisses him off? “*prolonged horn sound*”

It’s just… the car trip was so taxing on the poor Avatar of Lust… he was crammed into the middle seat for the majority of the trip… he had to give his sleeping mask to Belphie… Beel was getting crumbs all over him and he couldn’t move over… just so tragic…

Solomon called shotgun and it was the greatest couple of hours of his life. He got a front row seat to Lucifer and Barbatos dragging Asmo back into the car because he tried to pick a fight with another driver.

Asmo wasn’t having a good time…

He didn’t want to stop for any gas station food or go through a drive-thru so it was another expensive restaurant trip. Rest In Peace to the gang’s wallets.

When he wasn’t driving, Asmo was loudly talking with MC or talking on the phone. It was a blessing in disguise when they went through an area with bad phone reception and Asmo finally had to shut up.

Oh well… at least he got a few nice pictures for Devilgram.

MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! (Beel)

We all know Beel is massive, right? His head is touching the ceiling and every speed-bump hurt.

He’s the one begging to stop at every gas station or fast food place they pass by.

Beel’s section in the car was covered in empty bags of Doritos by the end of the trip.

When Beel got to drive, Belphie got shotgun! Hell yeah dream team!

Poor Beel, he got distracted and ended up somehow popping a tire. He pulled over next to a farm, changed the tire, then got back in the car and kept driving.

Uh… there was an awful lack of snoring next to Beel- OH FUCK THEY LEFT BELPHIE!

Belphie was found sleeping next to the cows on the farm they had stopped at earlier.

The cows didn’t want to give their sleepy god up so easily…

After that… Beel didn’t want to drive anymore…

“Look, cows.” (Belphie)

I really need to stop with the cow jokes but I CAN’T

*snore*

Belphie’s crammed between Beel and MC for most of the trip and is probably drooling all over poor MC’s lap or shoulder.

Beware, he jolts up randomly and looks around in a panic before he realizes he’s in a car. This happens every three hours.

Belphie’s not allowed to drive, he’d fall asleep. But when Lucifer takes the wheel and puts on that fucking staticky radio, Belphie forms an idea.

“*ahem* four thousand bottles of beer on the wall, four thousand bottles of beer,”

Mission success, Lucifer wanted to tear his hair out.

Belphie ended up asking to stop when they get to a stretch of road with no streetlights, everyone got out of the and stared at the stars.

…listen, it’s a miracle no one got axe murdered but the stars were gorgeous.

Remember when I said Satan put on those language learning DVDs? Yeah uh…. Belphie woke up from his last nap of the trip almost fully fluent in Spanish. At least one person gained a new skill on this trip…

Oooo, Look at Thaaaaat! (Diavolo)

Even though the side characters were in a different car most of the time, sometimes people would switch to the other car if they met up at a gas station.

By the end of the road trip Dia looked like one of those tourist dads, Hawaiian shirt and all.

Dia can’t drive

He’s absorbing human culture… and human culture involves ordering everything at this random Wendy’s.

Diavolo’s camera roll is so unbelievably full by the end of the trip and he refuses to delete ANY of the pictures.

Most of the pictures are of really weird and boring stuff, like traffic signs and trees, but the picture he ends up printing out and putting in a picture frame is a picture of the whole group at the petting zoo having a grand old time.

He wanted to take home a baby goat but Barbatos said that wasn’t a good idea :(

Help. (Barbatos)

So, it could have been worse for Barbatos, he could have been stuck in the car with the brothers and MC.

Dia always had the seat up front, but when he left the car to go hang out with the dude-squad, Solomon got the passenger seat.

Solomon decided it would be a good idea to pester Barbatos to go faster and take weird shortcuts through (probably not legal) backroads and creepy forest paths.

Good thing Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon had functioning brain cells and knew that’s how horror movies began.

Barbatos stopped for fast food once and only once. It’s not healthy!

He’s the only driver to take suggestions for music, meaning that the side characters’ car was the best one of the two.

“SOMEONE GET THE BARF BAG!”(Simeon)

He’s just… he’s just trying his best not to vomit…

Simeon thought the car would be a good place to get some writing done while they drove down long stretches of road. Simeon was wrong in that assumption.

With his head down way too much while the car zoomed down the highway, Simeon felt himself getting *very* sick about four hours in.

He was worried he may have accidentally eaten something of Solomon’s… but nope. The angel was carsick.

Luke had the important job of patting Simeon on the back as he leaned over the barf-bag while Solomon dry heaved up front.

Hurry and open the windows before Solomon barfs too!!!!

Other than the car sickness, he had the job of making sure Luke was entertained, there was a good hour of eye-spy until they just got to a stretch of forest.

After that, Simeon realized that he could just give Luke free permission to ramble about whatever he wanted and that would keep the little guy entertained for HOURS.

What do You Mean I Can’t Legally Make This Turn?! (Solomon)

Shifty bastard can drive, problem is, he doesn’t care about the laws of the road.

He ended up getting pulled over after breaking approximately 11 traffic laws in less than ten minutes.

“License and registration.” “Yeah yeah yeah…” “…sir, this license expired in 1989.” “…shit.”

Solomon gunned it and managed to use his magic to hide the car and evade the very confused traffic cop.

Luke was completely aghast at the flagrant law breaking, but Solomon’s excuse was that the 80s were a lawless wasteland and he completely forgot he legally had to update his license.

He’s an equally obnoxious passenger as he is driver, but at least no one in the car is bored.

“You know, back in the day cars didn’t have seatbelts.” “Solomon put your seatbelt back on.”

…Can we keep it? (Luke)

He was against this from the start. A road trip? With those nasty demons? No! Never!

Okay fine… maybe he wanted to see some more of the human world… he agreed to go.

After helping Simeon through his car sickness, he misheard the other car say that MC would be driving, and Luke wanted to hang out with his third parent 🥺

That’s how he ended up riding shotgun next to Mammon. It started out rough, but when the two spotted the petting zoo it was all sunshine and rainbows.

Luke made friends with all the animals! He was like a little Disney Prince. He got especially attached to this one piglet, it was a surprise to Simeon that the goodbye wasn’t tearful.

Luke smuggled that piglet out of the petting zoo and they were all over fifty miles away before anyone noticed.

Of course, everyone was just shocked that Luke had stolen something, but he looked so cute holding the little piggy… awwww…

The bros obviously joked that Luke had gone to the dark side and was totally evil because he had taken the pig, much to the poor kid’s dismay.

Simeon tried to convince Luke that he needed to return the piglet but Luke was adamant that he could totally take good care of it.

Welp, time for Lucifer to fix this.

“Luke, you need to go put the pig back, it’s not yours.”

“No! I’ll take good care of it!”

“That doesn’t matter, you stole it. It’s not your property, do you want to end up a scummy thief like Mammon?”

“No not at all. Let’s go return the pig.”

“THAT’S ALL IT TOOK?!”

#Obey me #Obey me! #Obey me Headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Luke #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan

[tsukishumai]

pairing: Bokuto Kotaro x gn!reader

summary: whoever said being adult was fun obviously never had bills to pay. so when Akaashi offers up a way to earn cash fast, you jump at the opportunity. except, you never thought you’d find yourself modeling in your underwear... least of all with Bokuto Kotaro

wc; 3k+

tags; fluff, humor, college au, mentions of very slight nudity

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

If anyone else other than Akaashi offered you this position, you would probably punch them right in the face.

Maybe he considers this payback for all the times he’s had to listen to you whine about your problems during your shared shifts at the cafe, or maybe this truly was his own sadistic way of attempting to provide support.

“Okay, so I know a way you can make easy money,” he started, and already those words should have sent alarm bells ringing in your head, but this was Akaashi. You’ve only really known him for a short time, but already you knew he wouldn’t lead you astray.

But really, the electronic shop five blocks from campus told you it would cost 55000 yen to repair your laptop monitor, so you weren’t exactly in a position to be picky. 

You had also been complaining to him for the past forty minutes -- about the broken laptop, the leaking faucet in your apartment, the textbook that cost you more than your groceries for the past month, the two hours of sleep you got last night, and your paychecks that were all but depleted once the bills were paid. He remained tightlipped throughout your whole tirade, so you suppose the least you could do was hear him out. 

“You’re not trying to sell my kidneys, right…” You mumble sarcastically, but you tilt your head to him anyway to show you were listening.

“No, sadly, it’s not quite the season for kidneys yet,” Akaashi delivers in a flat tone, “So you’re just going to have to deal with modeling.”

“Modeling?” Your reaction was harsh and loud, and you flinched away from the piercing glares of cafe regulars trying to study in peace. 

Akaashi smirks as he wipes down the steamer before replying, “Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of modeling you’re thinking.”

Your mouth dropped, and you raised an eyebrow as you crossed your arms, scoffing at Akaashi incredulously. 

“Are you trying to send me to a nudie shoot?!” you whisper in almost-mock offense, but now a part of you was a little worried that your favorite coworker was a secret pervert.

To your utter relief, Akaashi just laughs. “God, no. Well, I guess, kind of?”

At this point, your head was beginning to spin. “What do you mean kind of? Just spit it out already, Akaashi.”

Akaashi finally finishes cleaning off the coffee machine just as you finished replenishing the pastry displays, and in an unusual lull in customers, he’s able to lean against the bar and give you his undivided attention.

“My art professor pays the models for her figure drawing class a pretty decent amount of money, I think,” Akaashi tells you, and your eyes begin to sparkle. “She mentioned a couple of slots being open.”

“Really?” your interest was immediately piqued, “How much money?”

Akaashi shrugs. “Enough to strike at least one problem off your list, probably.”

That was all you needed to hear. Akaashi had given you his professor’s contact information, and you sent her an email the second you had clocked out of your shift. 

Professor Nobuta was a kind woman who emailed you back with such haste, you could feel her desperation matching yours. She was candid during the entirety of your exchange, saying that her usual model had dropped out last minute and there was a spot in her class tomorrow that she needed to fill as soon as possible. Lucky for both of you, you were actually available, and details were exchanged swiftly. 

As you read over the requirements, your eyes roved over two words in a section of the email that made your eyes bulge out of your head. 

Semi Nude. 

You blinked once. Then twice. 

You had already formulated a kind rejection in your mind, ready to type your response when another section caught your eye. You inwardly groaned, dropping your head into your hands. 

She was offering you almost as much as two shifts at the cafe. 

That, alone, was enough to convince you, but the look of relief on Professor Nobuta’s face when you walked through the doors of her classroom was confirmation you made the right decision.

The seats around the classroom were nearly all filled, some students preparing their materials across their desks, and others sitting back and scrolling through their phones. The whirring of the A/C had filled the room with white noise, and you take notice of the two empty stools in the middle of the room.

“Thank you so much for signing up, L/N-san,” Professor Nobuta bowed profusely, and she gestured to a table for you to leave your things. “We’re still waiting on the other model, so take your time, and have a seat on the stool when you’re ready.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, and Professor Nobuta makes her way back to her desk. You briefly wonder if she was going to point you in the direction of a changing room, but realized the redundancy when everyone in the room was meant to stare at your half naked body anyway. 

You begrudgingly peeled off your clothes, folding them neatly before placing them in a pile on the table. Your footsteps made hardly any noise as you walked across the room, desperately trying hard to act nonchalant. 

Just as you took a seat in one of the empty stools, you heard someone pull the door open and loudly clamber inside.

“Ahh, welcome back, Bokuto-san!”

Your eyes widened at the name the professer had just yelled across the room. You brace yourself as you quickly whip your head around, and standing by the door sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck was Bokuto Kotaro. 

Student Athlete, Volleyball Star, Most Wanted Bachelor Bokuto Kotaro smiled brightly as he skipped to the table your items were placed, apologizing profusely for being late. All eyes followed him like moths, and Bokuto was the bright flame. Everyone knew him, and you often saw him walking across the quad, always greeting at least twenty people on the way. 

You could hardly hear what Professor Nobuta was saying to him, and you were now unabashedly staring as Bokuto began to strip out of his clothes. 

Bokuto was built like a marble statue -- hard lines that traveled across his chest and traced his abs must have been painstakingly carved with the utmost care by a masterful artist, and every movement he made created new shapes along his muscled body. You found yourself instantly wishing you had even an ounce of artistic talent, because it was no doubt that Bokuto was every figure artists’ dream. 

All at once, your vision was filled with gold and a sweet smile, and too late did you realize you had just been caught staring. Bokuto’s eyes don’t leave yours as he stands up straight, and struts over to you in nothing but a pair of nude briefs. 

“Alright, everyone, your timed session is about to begin,” Professor Nobuta’s voice had startled you nearly out of your seat, and you turn your head back to face the class, cringing inwardly when you noticed some were smirking at you, “Feel free to request poses from the models, as this will be a graded assignment. We only have an hour and a half, so make the most out of your time.”

You feel your body stiffen as Bokuto takes the empty seat next to you, staying silent when you feel his eyes staring at you. You might have been able to ignore this in another setting, but at the moment, about fifty students were watching him watching you -- eyes flitting up the stage down to their sketchbook as they try to decide where to begin. 

Envy coursed through you as the room began to fill with the sounds of graphite scratching against paper, wishing you could switch positions with literally anybody else in the room. You tried to relax your body against the stool, awkwardly attempting to find a natural position for your arms when you were interrupted by a throat clearing. 

Your head turns to the side, heat rushing to your face when you see Bokuto smiling at you.

“Hi,” he greets, his voice a direct contrast against the silent concentration filling the room, “I’m Bokuto!”

His knees were bent as he settled his feet on the first ring of the stool. He rests an elbow on his thigh so he can place his chin on the palm of his hand, giving you an expectant look as he waits for your response. You try to avoid the way his chest seemed to bulge even more in this position, but the furious sound of sketching says you weren’t the only one to notice.

“Bokuto Kotaro,” you say his name back, and he pulls his lips back into an even wider smile, “I know.”

You bite your lip when a student from the back requested for you to cross your legs, resting your hand against your thighs. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to be talking, but Professor Nobuta didn't seem to be paying either of you any mind. 

He hadn’t said anything to you after that, but the grin remained on his lips as requests begin coming in from students across the class.

They were all fairly simple -- please position your hand like so, could you extend your leg this way, or turn your head that way. The first twenty minutes had been spent doing individual tasks and repositioning, and soon you felt yourself relaxing into your role. Your previous jitters had all but dissolved, and you figured if the rest of the session were to go on like this, then you’d be golden. 

Your eyes shift over to Bokuto, who was leaning back with such easy grace, balancing himself with his foot against the footrest. The way his body created such naturally eloquent lines made it seem as if he was born to be a sculpture, to be admired and gazed at, to invoke inspiration and creation. You weren’t sure anyone in this room was even looking at you anymore, with Bokuto acting as if he was the lighthouse in a storm, beckoning all of you to come home. 

He turns his head a second too quickly, winking when his eyes meet yours, and for the second time in less than an hour, you realize you’ve just been caught checking him out. 

Your dignity was slipping through your fingers like sand, and you clear your throat before turning your attention to a poster on the wall.

From the corner of your eye, you see Professor Nobuta stand from her desk and making her way to a student in the corner. The two whisper among each other, and you watched as the professor consults with other students before nodding her head and turning to the both of you. 

“I received a sort of direction from a few students,” she began, beckoning for the both of you to stand, “They were hoping you could do some more intimate poses.” 

You balked, nearly choking on the air in our lungs. “I-intimate?”

Professor Nobuto nodded her head enthusiastically, and you exchanged a look with Bokuto. 

“Whatever you’re comfortable with — an embrace, hand holding, hands on each other’s face — get creative with it!” 

And with that, the professor sits back down on her desk and begins flipping through her phone, and the two of you are left to brace the expectant looks of the art students staring up at you. 

“This your first time?” Bokuto asks you gently, a sort of sympathetic look on his face as his eyes study your stiff posture. 

“Yeah,” you admit, and he coaxes you towards him with an outstretched hand. You hesitantly place your fingers in his palm, and for a moment, he just stood there. It took a minute for the sounds of rapid sketching to register in your brain, and you realize he’s allowing the class to take note of this pose. 

He’s standing directly across from you now, and you can feel his gaze burning trails across your body as he regards you from head to toe. You feel like an ant burning under the beam of a microscope, and you nearly burst into flames when he chuckles. 

“Nice peach,” Bokuto comments, and you nearly recoil back in surprise. The last thing you had expected from Bokuto was a comment like that, but then you notice his eyes flick back down to your underwear. 

The professor’s email hadn’t included too many rules or requirements. She only included the most important details, such as time, place, pay, dress code, and such. Stated in the dress code, you were allowed to wear undergarments of any neutral color. Today, you had chosen a simple pair of black underwear and figured it was the safest choice.

You hadn’t, however, noticed the large cartoon peach that had gracefully adorned the back of it, complete with a cartoon face that winked sparkles. Now that you were forced to stand, and the entire class got a good view for themselves. 

“Thanks,” you deadpan through gritted teeth, “It’s pretty juicy if you asked me.” 

Bokuto fails miserably to hide a smirk, but his eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you. 

A few minutes (or eternity) later, his hand closes around yours, pulling it up to place against his cheek. He pulls you in by the other wrist, wrapping your arm around his waist as he cups the side of your neck. His other arm wraps almost completely around your middle, and he pulls you flush against his chest. 

His body was hard against yours, and you had no doubts he could feel your heart’s hundreds of beats per second. He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, and you hope he doesn’t notice the sheen of sweat beginning to collect on your upper lip. 

A fire was bound to be started with how quickly everyone around began to move their pencils, and you heart races when Bokuto absentmindedly draws circles on your skin with his thumb. 

He holds you in this embrace for much longer than you anticipated, and the butterflies in your stomach were making you nauseous. His eyes are trained on your face now, the intensity of his stare making you want to shrink back, but you hold your place and return his gaze. 

His eyes narrow and squint, eyebrows wiggling as his face scrunches up in thought. 

“Do I know you?” Bokuto asks, and it was in this moment where you felt your stomach flip flop into the abyss. It was the one question you had hoped he wouldn’t think to ask you. 

Because you did know Bokuto Kotaro, but not in the way everyone else on campus knew him. 

You remember clearly the slow, dreary Wednesday morning when Akaashi Keiji asks you the same thing. 

“Uh, yeah? Of course, you know me, we’re coworkers,” you replied sarcastically, and Akaashi insists it was more than that. 

“You’re hiding something from me,” he simply states, and you inwardly thanked the customer that had walked and interrupted that moment.

But you should have known that Akaashi was not one to let things go, and after being berated the entire shift about how secrets don’t keep friends, you finally confessed.

You were a student at Fukurodani. 

Akaashi didn’t believe you. There was no way, how was that possible? He would have recognized you. But you were the year above him, and had actively avoided school sports. Because as much as you would have liked to watch your school’s Nationally Ranked Volleyball Club play and compete with super hot athletes from across the country, there was one glaring reason why you couldn’t. 

You had confessed to Bokuto Kotaro in your first year. 

And you were soundly, and absolutely rejected. 

He had every right to, of course. You were just his classmate, you didn’t even know each other that well, and he needed to focus all his attention on volleyball. It made sense.You know that now.

But to your young heart, it was world ending, soul crushing even, and it took you two years to get over your ridiculous one-sided crush. 

Now here you were, standing in front of a group of people in nothing but your underwear, with Bokuto staring at you like a fly caught in a trap.

“No, I don’t think so,” you respond, and Bokuto scoffs. 

“You’re a bad liar,” he whispers, and you find yourself grinning. 

“How would you know?” You whisper back, “You just met me.” 

“No, I definitely know you —“ 

“Alright, everyone,” Professor Nobuto announces with a smack on her desk, “That about does it for today’s session. Give some thanks to your models!”

You jump back from Bokuto as the class offers a light round of applause. The two of you bow back, and you rush over to the table as the professor approaches Bokuto. 

You leave the two of them to chat as you hurriedly put your clothes back on, hoisting your bag up on your shoulder, and nearly falling over putting your shoes on.

“Thank you for today,” Professor Nobuto sneaks up from behind, a smile on her face as she hands you a blank white envelope, “I hope I see your name on the sign up sheet again.”

You offer her a grin as you accept the envelope. “Thank you for the opportunity!”

And with that, you rush out of the stuffy room and make a bee line towards the door. 

“Hey, Peaches!” Bokuto’s voice makes you freeze from across the room, and you turn around to see him adorned only his pants. “You never told me your name?” 

With a smirk, you put your hand on the handle, walking out the door as you yelled over your shoulder. 

“I thought you said you knew me!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“That was a trap, wasn’t it,” you accuse Akaashi as soon as you see him again, walking into your shift at the café just as he was about to clock out. 

His smile was almost evil, punching out as he gathers his jacket. 

“Whatever could you possibly mean, dear coworker,” he replies, and you smack him on the shoulder. 

“You had to have known Bokuto was doing that,” you seethe, glaring at Akaashi, “And you knew about… about… you’re dangerous, Akaashi Keiji.” 

He laughs, waving you off, “You said you needed help, so I offered help.”

“Oh, you conniving little —“ 

“Akaashi, you ready?” A familiar voice cuts you, making your head twist towards the door. 

A set of white and black streaked hair, a devilish grin, bright twinkling eyes — your nightmare in human form walking in. 

His eyes widen as they meet yours from across the room, and he waves a hand in the air as if you could have possibly missed the six foot three volleyball player barely fitting through the door frame.

“Hey, Peaches!” He greets cheerfully, walking and leaning against the counter, “Fancy running into you here.”

“Peaches?” Akaashi asks, and your eyes shoot him a nasty glare. 

“I work here,” you reply, and Bokuto’s eyes widen. 

“Akaashi, why wouldn’t you tell me you have such a cutie for a coworker?!” He demands of his best friend, who simply rolls his eyes and heads out the door. 

“Let’s go, Bokuto-san!”

“Akaashi! Hey, wait,” Bokuto runs one step to the door but stops and turns back, “If I come back tomorrow, you gonna tell me your name then?” 

You laugh. “I don’t work tomorrow.” 

“I’ll ask Akaashi for your schedule then!” He screams as he runs out the door. 

The smile on your face stayed on for the rest of your shift. 

#bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto kotaro x y/n #bokuto fluff #bokuto kotaro headcanon #bokuto koutaro scenarios #bokuto imagines #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x y/n #haikyuu!! fic

[delimeful]

(don’t) take this the wrong way (7) (END)

final chapter of dtttww :) i had a lot of fun with this verse so i may take requests set in it in the future, and this might receive some more copy editing later, but for now this is the epilogue!

warnings: mild injury, mild hypnosis, for once no miscommunication :)

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[Several months later…]

Sunlight trickled down through the water in wavy bands, illuminating the shallows and growing fainter and fainter as the distance from the surface increased.

Virgil didn’t spend much time in the shallows, too wary of being without escape, being made vulnerable to human vessels or poachers. Despite his dark and gloomy aesthetic, he couldn’t go too far into the depths either, simply because his fragile fish bones weren't built for it. His eyes weren’t built for it either, and down there where anything could be lurking, he would need more than speed to avoid danger.

So, on an average, sunny day like this, he could be found miles offshore, in waters that were easily too deep for unsuited humans to reach, but still well-illuminated by the light above.

There were a few old wrecks scattered about the ocean floor here, and though they’d probably been stripped by a pod in the past, he figured he’d go through them and check for anything that was left behind. Things that weren’t useful to a pod could certainly be things that were useful to him, after all.

He’d been poking through the undercarriage of one of the larger ships for an hour or two, relaxed as he ever got. He could take his time. The only creatures around to judge him were the shoals of fish and layers of barnacles built up amidst the metal, wood, and rust.

Actually… Virgil paused in his inspection of an old cutlery set to glance around.

What had happened to the fish?

Through a hole in the ship’s hull, he watched as a broad shadow passed over the ground and ships alike, large enough to belong to a whale.

There hadn’t been a single shred of whalesong above.

Virgil edged further back from the hole, eyeing the outside warily as the shadow receded, leaving behind only wavering sunlight on sand as though it had never been there at all.

There was nothing here that was worth sticking around.

He carefully made his way back to one of the other exits, in the opposite direction of where he’d seen the shadow head, the strokes of his fin cutting through the water with barely a whisper. The porthole was easily wide enough for him, and the ocean stretched out blue and vast before him, a promise of safety if he just moved fast enough.

A moment’s pause, to make sure he didn’t hear or see anything out of place, and then he was out, flitting from rock outcropping to bone reef and scanning the seas above. Not for the first time, he wished his scales were a little less distinctive in the day.

Behind him, an ominous creak.

He froze, and watched with mounting apprehension as a shadow spilled over him, looming closer and darker than before. The silhouette of an arm stretched out, heading towards him…

“Virgil, you must help,” a huge voice pleaded, “I’ve been had.”

He twisted around just in time to see a huge arm flop down onto the floor next to him, kicking up a cloud of sand and panicked burrower fish in the process.

It was wrapped in heavy wire netting from fingertips to forearm, and behind it, a giant mer was pouting at him with the best seal pup eyes he could manage, which, considering who his best friend was, were fairly potent.

Roman was huge, and he was a shark, with teeth and claws designed to shred and tear, and hands that could enclose him entirely-- but his elbows were braced against the ground with delicate balance so he wouldn’t crush anything, and he’d never grabbed for Virgil past that first disastrous encounter, and even now, his brow was furrowing with worry.

“Pufferfish status?” he asked, voice lowered from the dramatic plea of before.

Virgil’s mouth pulled up at the corners without his permission.

Roman was huge, yes, but he was also theatrical and eager and witty, full of sharp return quips for every barb Virgil had to offer.

He could hurt him, but he wouldn’t. Virgil believed that much.

“Prickly for a second, but I’m smooth now,” he answered, shrugging away the last of the tension. “Try not to sneak up on me without a warning click?”

“You have my word,” Roman replied, and if someone had told him months ago that he’d dare to ask anything of a giant mer, he’d have laughed in their faces. Now, Virgil knew that just like all the other requests, Roman would do his best to heed it.

“But really, my fingers are starting to feel numb. Help?” he entreated with a tilt of his head, shifting his net-wrapped hand a little closer.

Virgil rolled his eyes, but his smile didn’t go away, though it tilted more towards amused now. He darted forward, twisting in a spiral around Roman’s hand to try and see the extent of the damage.

“How’d you even manage this? At least I had the excuse of being caught up in a storm,” he snarked, picking at a loose section with his claws. Roman’s fingers twitched a little, and he shot him an apologetic glance.

“I was… perhaps… trying to get a glimpse of those sailors that Logan mentioned patrolled the coast?” Roman offered, more than a little sheepish.

Virgil’s gaze turned sharp in a heartbeat. “Did they spot you?”

Logan had warned both Patton and Roman several times that not many humans would take as kindly to their long-term existence near human settlements as Logan himself had.

“No!” Roman assured, “I was very stealthy, truly, I was just… so focused on being stealthy that I missed the other vessel and the nets it had dragging along behind it. It could have happened to anyone!”

“I seriously doubt that,” Virgil replied dryly. He’d snapped a few of the looser wires with his teeth, but already his jaw was beginning to ache with the strain. “Well, you get to explain this to Specs, ‘cause we’re going to need his expertise in detangling for this one.”

Roman groaned in answer, dropping his head to plonk against the ground.

---

Logan carefully set one foot in front of the other, all of his focus on the thin strip of rock below him.

If he switched his gaze to even a few inches to either side, he’d be faced with the sight of a vertigo-inducing drop to the waves below, one that would have all but the most experienced tightrope walkers dizzy with panic.

His gaze didn’t move, though, unerringly focused on the ground beneath him, and on his own body. There was no need to look at anything but the ledge, a soft presence confirmed in the back of his mind, because he wasn’t going to fall.

Another part of him was skeptical, seeing as he wasn’t known for a lack of clumsiness by most. There was just so much to get distracted by, and it was so easy to look away and miss a curb or accidentally trip over his own feet--

But not now. Now, he was focused on just this one task, a gentle voice dragging his attention back whenever it began to stray. He was hyper aware of where each of his limbs were and where he needed to put them to continue forward, step by careful step.

Only a little farther…

“Logan!”

The harsh call snapped him right out of the trance, and he was abruptly made very aware of both the distance he could fall and the effects that sudden instinctual terror had on his sense of balance.

“Newton’s fucking Cradle,” he swore, and then wobbled again, precariously close to falling over.

There was the sound of water crashing against rock, and in the next moment, two giant hands had curled up on either side of him like the shells of an oyster. They provided him some much needed stability to lean his weight against, and he struggled to steady his breathing as relief swept through him.

“It’s okay, Virgil, I won’t let him fall! No cliffs, ands, or buts about it,” Patton’s voice was muffled, but not enough to miss the pun.

Logan sighed loudly, but he also shifted to let his full weight rest against the curl of Patton’s left palm, tapping twice to let him know it was alright for him to move.

His stomach still swooped slightly as Patton slowly shifted his hands away from the thin rock ledge, but there were some things that one had to adapt to when living with two very affectionate, grabby sea giants, and being toted around was one of those things.

Before long, he was level with the flattest segment of rock that made up their meeting place, which could be called an island if one was feeling gracious, but was really more of a collection of rocky spires and bridges that stuck out of the ocean.

Logan was barely able to sit up before Virgil pulled himself up at the edge of Patton’s palm, expression thunderous but his hands gentle as he carefully checked him over for scrapes or injuries.

“Nearly gave me a heart attack,” he grumbled, a phrase that he used much more frequently around Logan for some reason. Logan had already been reassured that it was an exaggeration and Virgil had no heart problems he knew of, so instead of worrying, he bore his friend’s fussing with good grace. “Did we or did we not agree that you need a spotter if you want to play around with bullshit sirensong magic?”

The mer paused. “No offense, Pat.”

“None taken!” Patton replied from where he had sunk further into the water to put himself closer to eye-level.

“I figured you would be along shortly,” Logan defended, and then perked up at the reminder of his most recent experiment. “Besides, one of the things tested in this trial was if the siren song could overshadow significant fear or even terror, and I wouldn’t have been nearly as afraid if you’d been there with me.”

“Aw,” Roman cooed, curling his tail up and leaning against one of the larger rock outcroppings, his posture slightly off.

Virgil dragged a hand over his face with a sigh, and then flapped a ‘go on’ gesture at Logan, distracting him. “So, what’d you figure out this time?”

Logan needed no further encouragement.

“Even the lightest application of a siren’s song can overwhelm other emotions,” he started, recalling the utter honed focus he had experienced. “While in the past I’ve felt distant or removed from my body while under its effects, this time I had Patton focus on requesting a very specific task, and due to the intense concentration it took, I was very present in the moment while fulfilling that task.”

“You didn’t snap out of it until I called for you,” Virgil interjected, more curious than wary. “Was it harder than normal to use the grounding tactics?”

One of the first things Logan had investigated was what it took for him to resist and even break free from Patton’s song, a task that Virgil had demanded in order to let him run any experiments with the siren’s magic. Back then, Virgil hadn’t expected Patton to agree, and he’d outright sulked for weeks to cover up the nerves he felt whenever the siren thralled Logan.

“It was,” Logan said, his excitement growing as he considered the new information. “Without significant outside stimulus, all of my attention was focused on the task, and so I couldn’t pull away mentally to do my normal grounding techniques!”

“I’ve never heard someone so excited about being hypnotized better,” Roman commented wryly.

“He should get a hypnoprize,” Patton added, and Virgil grinned, because he was a traitor who enabled Patton’s wordplay habits.

“Is there an award for smart people doing dumb things?” Virgil mused teasingly. “Logan could be voted ‘most likely to throw himself into danger in the pursuit of knowledge.’”

“That’s why he has us, Finding Emo,” Roman countered, gesturing extravagantly with one hand. “We would never abandon him to the cruel clutches of his own nerdiness.”

Logan couldn’t help but feel a thrill of pride at the casual way that Virgil ducked beneath one of Roman’s sweeping gestures, no trace of the blatant fear or suspicion that had been present as recently as a month ago.

They’d really come a long way from the misunderstandings of that first encounter, all of them.

A glint of light at the edge of the shark mer’s submerged forearm caught Logan’s eye, and he frowned. “Roman, what’s happened to your arm?”

Roman’s prideful grin dropped into sheepishness immediately. “Well, about that…”

“Princey here was abandoned to the cruel clutches of his own reckless dumbassery,” Virgil informed him, ignoring Roman’s trill of offense to drift back and shove at the hand in question until Roman finally lifted it, displaying the impressive collection of netting that he’d managed to get tangled in.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Patton clucked sympathetically, and Roman soaked in the attention like a very dramatic sponge. Virgil rolled his eyes even as he sawed at a few of the looser wires, and Logan sighed in fond exasperation as he reached for his pocket knife.

Perhaps some things would never change.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides g/t #mermaid au #ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #ts patton #dtttww #dont take this the wrong way #my writing #writing #mermaid #giant mermaid

[mercy-burning]

Love Birds

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Some meddling from the BAU helps Reader and Spencer come to their senses. Category: FLUFF Warnings: None really, just brief mentions of sex, some kissing, implied smut, mutual pining, and the word ‘damn’ at the end I guess? Word Count: 3.2k

Full Request: “...a blurb? Where the sexual tension between reader and spencer is very high and everybody is like ‘get a room’ so when they finally do it spencer tells penelope and reader tell emily so the next day penelope gives him those strawberries in chocolate that say ‘best dick ever’ and emily gives reader a cake that say ‘i finally get sex’ and reader and spencer are so embarrassed” —Anonymous

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NOTE: Gotta love some good, ol’ fashioned BAU meddling, am I right? 😂 I took the prompt and made it just a little different, but I hope it’s still okay! Hopefully the overall vibe is still what you imagined 🥰

***

Everyone was watching them. Truthfully, it was a wonder they hadn't noticed by now, but that was most likely to be expected from two people who were obviously in love with each other and still hadn't done anything about it yet.

Three years now. That's how long it had been since Y/N joined the team, and from the first day, she and Spencer were glued at the hip. She was the only one who actively listened to and laughed at his long, obscure jokes, and as their friendship blossomed, he stared following her around like a lovesick puppy. It was sickly-sweet, truth be told.

And the longer it went on, the longer they danced around the inevitable, the more fed-up the BAU got.

Currently, Spencer and Y/N were reading a book together. Like, they were actually reading together, sitting side by side while they took turns reading aloud. They did it every day when they came into work, and when they finished one book, the other person would pick the next one.

"I want to say it's annoying, but it's actually kind of sweet," JJ pointed out, peering through the blinds in Hotch's office, where they all gathered to spy on their friends.

"Yeah, but they've been doing it for almost two years," Emily stated. "You'd think that by now they'd have at least kissed..."

"Maybe they have and they just... haven't said anything?"

Penelope piped in this time, shaking her head. "No, Y/N would have told me, she tells me everything. And I mean everything."

"Well, what about Reid? Has he said anything to you?" JJ asked, turning to Derek.

He sighed. "No. But you know how he is, if he could avoid telling me anything at all about his love life, he would. And he has."

"Well, maybe you should say something to him," Emily suggested.

"You know he'll just shut me down and deny it."

"Then Garcia should do it."

She thought about it for a second before turning to Derek. "I am excellent at getting information out of people."

Suddenly the door opened, and everyone turned around to see Hotch entering his office, stopping for a second to take them all in before closing the door behind him.

"Sir, we can explain—" Penelope started.

Hotch held up a hand and made his way to his desk. "You're spying on them, aren't you?"

A quiet chorus of mumbled 'yes' and 'yes, sir's sounded through the room before he actually sat down with the most miniscule of smiles.

"I'd say to make sure you all leave one at a time so they don't catch on, but something tells me they wouldn't notice anyway."

***

A few hours later, the team made their way to the jet in little groups.

Firstly, Penelope pulled Spencer away into her office for a 'special meeting' that he was only slightly concerned about. But when she finally closed the door, he found it was nothing like what he expected to hear.

The first words out of her mouth were, "When are you going to tell her?"

"I'm... I'm sorry?"

Her face scrunched as she pointed a finger at him. "Don't play dumb with me, 187, I may not be a profiler, but I know love when I see it. You and Y/N are perfect for each other, and you guys are literally driving us mad with the sexual tension."

"I—Garcia, we're just friends, I... I don't..."

"Look, you've got a plane to catch, so I'm not gonna keep you any longer, but everyone can see it, Reid. You two? You're practically soulmates."

He really didn't know what to say after that. So he wordlessly turned and made his way to the jet alone, thinking the entire way there about what Penelope had said.

Soulmates? Love? Sexual tension?

Of course he'd always thought Y/N was pretty. And there wasn't a doubt in his mind that she was the one person on the team he knew he could come to when he had something he was excited to share, because she was always down to hear him talk. And... he never really realized it until now, but it always warmed the deepest parts of his soul when he saw how her eyes lit up at the chance to hear him talk—to just listen to what he had to say.

He thought back to every time they read together, how her leg always brushed against his and how it always seemed to comfort him. How her voice when she read aloud always seemed to put him in a trance, like a lullaby. She was his warm place, his safety net...

But... that was totally normal for friendships, right? More often than not, platonic friendships carried that warm familiarity that also came with romantic ones. It wasn't uncommon.

Still, it set off an explosion of fireworks in Spencer's stomach to just think about sitting next to her on the jet.

Meanwhile, everyone else was there, going through some files on the case when Emily sat down in front of Y/N and cleared her throat.

"What's up?" Y/N asked politely with a small smile.

"Nothing, it just... I saw you and, uh... Dr. Reid looked pretty comfy this morning."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, uh... Were we reading too loud? We've been trying to keep it quieter because we figured it was a bit unconventional—"

"No, no," Emily laughed, thinking to herself how absolutely perfect they were for each other. "I mean... You were really close... Like maybe you're... into him."

"O—oh... Well, I—I don't... Um..."

With another laugh, Emily reached her hand out to reassure her. "I'm not trying to put you on the spot, Y/N, it's just that we've all... noticed how close you guys have gotten over the years and it looked like maybe you two..."

"Oh! Oh, no, uh... We—we're not together or anything, I... He's my best friend. That's all."

By the redness that colored Y/N's cheeks, Emily wasn't buying it one bit. Yet, she indulged her, nodding and patting the little table in front of her before getting up to move to a different section. "If you say so."

She walked away, leaving Y/N with a newfound... tension within her that she couldn't really shake. And it only amplified when Spencer walked onto the jet and took his usual seat next to her.

They greeted each other with small waves, but something felt off. And when his hand brushed up against her leg on accident, she felt a light buzz course through her veins, like some type of switch had been flipped.

It's only because of what Emily said, Y/N thought. She just got in my head, that's all this is.

But the longer the day went on, after landing in Idaho and setting up at the precinct, the buzz only amplified. Every time he said her name, she felt it kick up, and likewise, whenever she said his, he felt the thrum of his chest get heavier.

Everyone could tell, too, though they seemed rather amused by it all. While Y/N and Spencer were out at the ME's office, Emily, JJ, and Derek sat at the table in their temporary office and talked it over.

"I actually feel kinda bad," JJ said. "I mean... It seems like they're just being awkward around each other now..."

"That's not a bad thing... It just means they're finally starting to come to their senses," Emily countered with a wave of her hand. "They'll be fine."

Derek scoffed with a smile. "Yeah, I give it 'til the end of the case. Without work to distract themselves from each other, there's no way they won't say something."

Sure enough, the topics of conversation walked through the door just then, immediately putting distance between themselves on opposite sides of the table. And before anyone could say anything else, Spencer jumped the gun, going into detail on what they discovered about the case.

***

"We won't be heading home until tomorrow morning, so I booked us all rooms at the hotel on main street. I'll give you your keys when we get there. Good work, everyone, get some rest."

Hotch disappeared into the night, leaving the rest of the team to pack up a few things in their office before following him.

Y/N chatted happily with JJ, but deep inside she was nervous. Because everyone had been acting strange all day, pairing her and Spencer up every chance they got, and it was impossible to miss all the fake 'I wasn't looking at you guys' stares into space that they all constantly adorned.

Not to mention the fact that ever since Emily even brought it up to her, Spencer also seemed nervous around her. Their whole dynamic had been thrown off, and now she could barely look at him without immediately looking away and wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Now that the thought has been planted in her head, it's all she can think about, and it's very distracting. And knowing how... interested her friends seem to be in her predicament, the biggest fear she has at the moment is that she and Spencer will be rooming together.

As they got into separate cars and headed to the hotel, she fiddled with her thumbs, picking at the chipped nail polish and hoping that she'll get to rest easy.

And as Hotch handed out room keys in the lobby, she felt her heartbeat pick up, Emily and JJ sharing a key and Derek walking off with his own.

And then he said the one thing she was afraid of, and it almost froze her completely.

"I was only able to get two rooms with double beds, so you guys will have to share, if that's alright."

At that point Y/N would have rather shared a bed with Rossi, because that would have been less awkward. But she and Spencer both nodded, he took the key, and they both silently made their way to the room, keeping their heads low.

Even as they finally stepped into the room the air felt fragile, like one wrong move could break it and send them into space, where there wasn't enough breathable oxygen to keep them alive. And much like in the office today, they kept their distance on opposite sides of the room, separated by the bed.

It was Spencer who broke the silence first.

"I can take the floor if you want..."

The small, sweet way he said it almost made her heart shatter. "O—oh no, you don't have to. That would be silly."

"Are you sure? Because I can—"

"No, it's okay, really. I don't mind."

They stared at each other for what seemed like forever, before Y/N's phone buzzed in her pocket, and she turned around to answer the call.

As she walked into the bathroom, answering, "Hi, Mom," before shutting the door, Spencer let out a long breath and rubbed his eyes, wondering how he was going to get through the night. He also wondered if Penelope had talked to Y/N as well, because this awkwardness they were experiencing was most certainly double-sided. And if that was the case, did that mean... she was in love with him, too? Firstly, was he even sure he was in love with her in the first place?

Maybe a little, he decided, thinking back to practically every single moment they've ever spent together. And as he quickly changed into pajamas and situated himself in bed, he thought about what it would be like to kiss her. Is that something he would want to do? Could he see himself kissing her over and over again for the rest of his life?

He had his answer when she walked out of the bathroom, wearing shorts and a tank top, her hair out of its ponytail and cascading down her shoulders as she plopped her phone down on the chair in the corner of the room and walked to the bed.

He tried to look away, but he couldn't. And he was thankful in a way for this newfound uneasy air between them, because she refused to look at him, and it gave him all the clearance he needed to follow her trail around the room.

But when she finally settled into bed, and as he felt her weight dip beside him, Spencer looked down at his lap. He was afraid the close proximity would give him away.

She cracked open a book and read in silence for a few seconds before she turned to him. "Did... Is this distracting? I can stop and we can just go to sleep if you're tired..."

"Oh, n—no, it's not distracting. You're fine. I was, um... I was going to grab a book of my own anyway."

He swung his leg over to get out of bed, but Y/N stopped him. "Well, um... I, uh... I know we're already in the middle of a different book, but if you wanted to, we could, um... read this one together? I—I think you'd like it, it's about the—"

"Sure. I—I'd um... I'd like that. Whatever it's about, I'm sure I'll like it. Y—you know, since you said it was good. You have good taste, so I t—trust your judgement."

He was just rambling now, and hearing Y/N laugh a little, he internally berated himself for letting it get awkward again.

Nevertheless, she opened up the covers to get underneath, and slowly scooted closer to him. Once their knees touched, they both jumped a little, but Spencer cleared his throat and Y/N busied herself by trying to find the first page, neither of them commenting on the obvious shock of butterflies that shot through both of their insides at the tiniest contact.

"Do you mind if I start?" she asked softly, turning her head slightly to the side so she could see him. He nodded, giving her the go ahead, and she turned to the page, focusing on the words in front of her.

Unsurprisingly, it was easy for them to get into a familiar groove. They took turns reading each few pages, and stopped in between to discuss things they'd read. It also wasn't surprising to find that they gradually got closer, their arms and legs now completely touching side by side and their faces dangerously close as they leaned down to read.

Spencer had just finished reading a chapter, reaching out to turn the page, and Y/N seemed to have the same thought, because her hand collided with his in a way that left no room for subtlety, or drawback to avoid that it even happened. Their pinkies interlocked, and Y/N found herself entranced by the curves and peaks of his hand. How each of his fingers slightly twitched at the contact, and how prominent the veins in his forearm were.

Her heartbeat picked up, and his did, too, as he focused on how tightly her pinkie was curling around his own, desperate not to let go.

"Y/N," he whispered. It wasn't a question, nor a warning, but it rolled off his tongue softly as if it was the sweetest word he'd ever had the pleasure to say. It was just one little word, her first name, conveyed with such adoration and obvious pining that he was afraid he'd scared her away.

But she held his pinkie tight, the book resting open beneath them on their adjoined knees, and then looked over at him.

And her eyes held the same weight as her name on his lips.

It was unclear of who moved first, but it happened so fast that surely it didn't matter. In a flash, their lips were joining in soft desperation, and rather than locking pinkies, Y/N shifted her hand to weave all their fingers together. The squeeze he gave her hand made her sigh against his mouth, and it was all the most relieving thing in the world.

After she pulled away, he chased her face for a second, not wanting it to end. But his eyes flew open and when he saw her staring back at him, her lips slightly puffed and her eyes almost hungry, he knew he didn't have to worry about the moment ending any time soon.

The book was long forgotten right then, tossed across the room somewhere as their clothes soon followed.

***

"So, how do you think the love birds got along last night?" Emily asked to no one in particular as the group gathered in the lobby.

Derek snickered. "If they came to their senses, I'm sure they got along just fine."

Everyone laughed at that, just as said love birds made their way to the lobby.

"Sleep well?" JJ asked, obviously trying not to smirk.

"Mhm," they both mumbled in response.

They were going to leave it alone, but that's when Rossi showed up, peering over in Spencer's direction. Then he pointed briefly to his neck. "You got a little something there, genius."

Everyone clapped excitedly, Emily letting out a low whistle and Derek rounding it off with a loud and proud, "Atta boy!"

The redness on both Y/N and Spencer's faces didn't clear up the entire way home.

And after the text that Emily sent out to Penelope, it was looking like it might get even worse.

***

"Welcome home, my beautiful family! Come on, I have something special for everyone in the round-table room."

Penelope led the way, Y/N and Spencer bringing up the rear.

"I'm sorry about this morning," she whispered. "I really didn't even notice I'd made a mark, I—"

"It's okay," he reassured her. "I... I guess they kinda knew we'd get to that point eventually anyway."

"Yeah... I just wish it wouldn't have happened so soon, you know? We're never gonna live this down."

She wasn't expecting him to lace his fingers with hers, and the action made her smile.

They'd fallen a bit behind, so when they finally caught up to everyone in the room, it was terrifying to see them all with knowing, mischievous smiles. And before Y/N could explain, Spencer started speaking.

"Okay, okay, yes. Y/N and I... finally... got together last night. But you can't make it weird, and I'm not going to let you make it weird, because—"

"Ohh, it's a little late for that, boy wonder," Garcia said, giggly and holding out a cake box.

Spencer and Y/N looked at each other briefly before taking a look, immediately gasping and going red.

It was a small cake, shaped like a heart with a red trim of frosting around it. And right in the middle, in pretty red cursive, were the words, "We finally had sex!"

"Penelope!" Y/N whined and shoved her face into Spencer's chest, the heat radiating off her face like a space heater on high blast.

The howling laughter that erupted from everyone else in the room was something neither of them would forget.

But even through the curtain of embarrassment, Y/N and Spencer both knew that beyond it awaited a very promising relationship, especially with friends who supported them. Even if that support manifested in rather... enthusiastic ways.

And, despite the initial embarrassment of it all, the cake tasted pretty damn good.

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My Thursday crush

Rowaelin month - Day 4 - Library or librarians

It was a nice spring day in Orynth and Rowan was slowly walking to work. Headphones on and a book in his hands. He had developed the skill of reading and walking to the point of perfection.

His friends made fun of him but he always replied that if it was socially acceptable for people to walk with their faces in their phones and not paying attention, then a book was surely better. And he never bumped into anyone.

He stopped at the coffee shop around the corner from his job and got his usual order, placed the thermos in the backpack and walked the last stretch.

The library was still closed and it was his job to open it. He had volunteered for the morning shifts since he was a morning person and was happy to open up.

Once he was inside he went through the motions of opening up for day and getting the library ready. Rowan switched on the public computers and then did a walkthrough to make sure everything was looking good. He found a few books abandoned in places where they did not belong and groaned. He loved his job, he loved books. 

He had a degree in library studies and once graduated he applied and got a job at Orynth main public library. The place was huge and he had grown up visit the building a lot. He had started using it thanks to his mum who had passed her love for books to him. That love never left him and growing up he realised he wanted a job where he could spend his day with books. But people? People annoyed him. The way they would just abandon books after using them, or the way they sometimes they would not respect the peace of a library. He was not a people person. 

He grunted again and placed the books back where they belonged. Then he growled savagely when he noticed one abandoned on a chair, upside down, spine broken and a dog ear on one page as bookmark. Some people deserved to have their library card cut to pieces.

At 9am on the dot he opened up and welcomed his morning regulars “Good morning mrs MacLeod.”

“Oh, good morning, Rowan darling. Is my book here?”

He smiled at the woman and went to the shelf where they kept the returns that had been booked by someone else and grabbed her book.

“Yes,” he passed it to her “it was returned yesterday and we set it aside for you.”

The woman gave him a huge smile and he finished the loan procedure “I hope you will like it. It’s a nice story.”

“I am sure I will, darling. You always recommend me good books.”

He helped her to the door and went back to work, preparing the loan requests they had got online. A wide smile spread on his face at the name he saw on the list. He was not a fan of people but there was one person whose presence he had started to enjoy deeply. She was another regular and a bookworm like him. She had told him that she had to get some of her books from the library to avoid going broke on payday. He had laughed at the joke because it was the same for him.

She was a teacher and on Thursdays she was off and would always visit the library to return a book and get a new one. They would talk about what they were reading and he discovered they had the same tastes and he had been reading a lot of her recommendations. She was just obsessed with books as he was. Rowan had started to admit to himself that he was crushing on her. She had stolen his heart when one day she came to the desk and complained, outraged, that the book she wanted to borrow had a coffee stain on a page. They had raged for ten minutes together at the animals and his heart skipped a beat. It did help as well that the woman was stunning. Her hair was a deep gorgeous blonde and she had the most incredible blue eyes with an unusual ring of gold. Yes, he was definitely a fool in love and Thursdays were his favourite day of the week. Since she started visiting he had never had another Thursday off.

***

Aelin had a bad morning already. She had gone to the gym and found it closed for some obscure reason. Then an idiot on his phone bumped into her and made her spill her coffee. She had shouted a large list of expletives at the savage and left. It was Thursday and she could not let anything ruin her favourite day of the week. She was on her way to the library to collect the book she had reserved. But if she was to be honest to herself, she was looking forward to see Rowan. The librarian had become one of his favourite people, although they only meet once a week, her time spent with him talking about books was always precious. 

It did help that the man was hot. As in so unbelievably handsome that he was so out of her league. In the months they had interacted she had developed a crush on him and not just for his unique features. He had short silver hair and the deepest pine green eyes and the days he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows she had spotted a wonderful tattoo in the old language. He had an incredible nice build and tanned skin. He was hotness incarnated. A heart attack on two legs.

Knowing her luck with men, he was happily married, although on a closer inspection she had not spotted a wedding ring. Well, probably a super hot fiancee. She definitely stood no chance with him.

But she had liked him as well because he was smart and loved books just as fiercely she did. He was always ready to suggest some new titles and all his recommendations had been spot on. She had enjoyed every single book. A part of her wished she’d have the courage to ask him out and talk about books perhaps in front of a coffee. Aelin was actually curious to discover what else he liked.

Twenty minutes later she finally reached the public library. She loved that building and her parents had nudged her towards becoming a bookworm. They would read to her and once she was able to read alone, they would gladly buy all the books she wanted. Her childhood home also had a proper library and she would spend hours in there travelling with her imagination. 

She stared at the building and finally walked in. She climbed the marble stairs and reached the adult lending library section. On the lower floor they had an area all dedicated to kids.

She opened the glass doors and her eyes went straight to the desk scanning the area for a head of silver hair. Sadness hit her when she did not see him around. It really was going to be the day from hell. She walked to the fiction section and as she turned the corner around a stack of shelves she crashed into someone. What was with her and crashing into people today?

She was about to apologise when she looked up and noticed who she had bumped into. It was Rowan. Gods, even his name was perfect. That day he was wearing a blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, jeans and a pair of rimless glasses. She had so many improper thoughts.

“Aelin, sorry I didn’t see you…” his voice thick with his accent from Wendlyn. 

“Hi,” she managed, trying to bring her feelings under control “I thought you were off. I came in and you were not around.” Oh she sounded like a lovestruck teenager.

“I was placing some books back on the shelves.” He indicated the pile in his arms.

Aelin spotted one of the titles “that is a great story. I read it about five times already.” Pointing to a specific title.

Rowan had a look at the book and read the blurb “I’ll set it aside.”

“You look good with glasses.” She blurted out and then blushed. She was flirting like a moron.

He gave her a smile that reached his eyes and her heart skipped a beat. Gods, the things she’d do to him…

“I have the book you reserved, by the way,” and he started walking back to the counter and she followed. 

Aelin gave him her card and he processed the loan for her “you know the drill, right?”

“I am going home and spill coffee all over it.” Had it been someone else she knew he would have been horrified but that had become their inside joke. He knew she would never do anything of the sort.

***

Rowan processed her loan and took that moment to think about a good way to ask her out for coffee although he was afraid he was going to get a crushing rejection. She was probably taken already. A woman like her was definitely not single. Plus, she was definitely out of his league. He was about to ask her but froze and decided to leave it.

“I’ll just go and have a look around.” She told him, and he knew she was trying to put some distance between them. How could he even hope she would fall for him? He was the most boring man on earth. That was what Lyria had said when she dumped him. He sighed heavily and went back to his job but his gaze followed Aelin through the bookshelves. In his head he had different conversations he wanted to try. He usually was quite good and in the past he had picked up his share of women in pubs. But with Aelin it was different. He did not want to pass as a pig. All he wanted to tell her was that he found her attractive and fascinating and take her out for a coffee. Then he had an idea.

He walked to a shelf and picked a book that he knew she’d love. He was planning on recommending it to her another time but that was now his tool for his plan.

He scribbled down a note on a post it and placed it in the book, then walked to her “I was meaning to recommend you this one. Loads of angst but it’s a great story, and the female main character is just as badass as you like it. I already checked it out for you.”

The smile she gave him left him breathless “Thank you, Rowan. That’s why you are my favourite librarian.”

Eventually she had to leave and he wished it was Thursday already.

***

It was later in the afternoon when she got home after all her errands. She took her two books from her messenger bag and flipped through the one Rowan had given her until she spotted something bright green through the pages. She reached the post it note and read it.

I think you are perfect and a very fascinating woman. I will eagerly wait for next Thursday. Hopefully you will let me take you out for a coffee. Rowan.

She squealed in delight and texted Lysandra straight away to tell her about the message Rowan had left her. Rowan, the hottest librarian in the whole of Orynth wanted to go out for coffee with her. She could not believe it was happening, and she had to wait until next Thursday. She was off on Saturday but she had no idea if Rowan worked. She could try, she was so impatient to see him again that waiting was not an option.

***

Rowan got home later that night, got changed and crashed on the sofa and noticed the book abandoned there. It was one of the many Aelin had recommended to him. It was a great story, she definitely had great taste. He grabbed the book and thought about Aelin and the message he had left her. He had been so stupid. It was not high school, they were both adults and leaving messages like a lovestruck teenager was beyond pathetic. He should have talked to her like human beings did. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back against the sofa. He had probably blown every chance with her. Who would ever go out with a guy who couldn’t even ask a girl out?

The following Thursday

Rowan had opened the library as usual but on that day a sense of unease was making him nervous. He still could not think about the stupid move about putting a message in a book for Aelin. He was positive she was going to ignore him the next time, or stop visiting altogether.

The morning had been busy with new applicants, his usual customers and an avalanche of requests to set books aside. Panic caught him when he saw one from Aelin. Which meant she was coming in and he was not ready. What could he say to her? Sorry I am bad at talking to people so I write secret messages like a teenager? He was embarrassed and he was not ready when he spotted her golden mane of hair appear at the main entrance. He tried to hide but she had spotted him and was now walking towards him with a huge grin. His heart started racing. Was just an impression or she was more gorgeous than usual?

Rowan saw her come to the desk and diligently wait for her turn while he finished serving the three people in front of her.

“Hi stranger,” she said to him once it was her turn.

Rowan felt a savage blush rise on his face “Hi you. I assume you are here for your book.”

Aelin nodded and passed him her library card “and for a coffee date.”

Rowan froze halfway to the computer. He cleared his voice “so you saw my message.”

“And I loved the idea. It reminded me of one of the books I read recently where one of the guard is in love with the princess, they are both bookworms and leave each other messages in books because they need to keep their relationship a secret.”

Rowan smiled “You got me. I took the idea from that book.”

The smile she gave him had the power to almost knock the breath out of his lungs.

“I don’t have school on Saturday. Fancy going out for a coffee?”

Rowan nodded “do you know the coffee shop around the corner from here?”

Aelin nodded in assent “I love that place.”

“I am off this Saturday, so if you want we can go then. It would be lovely to know more about my favourite customer.”

She took a step closer to him, only the counter separating them “favourite customer, eh?”

“Well, the one who gets outraged at people mistreating books. The one who understands my pain.”

Aelin cackled and her hand brushed his when she grabbed the card he was returning to her. 

“I have only one condition.” He added softly.

“Hm?”

“You let me pay. You can scoff as many pastries as you want. It’s my treat.”

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek “it’s a date.”

When she pulled back she noticed his beautiful green eyes set on her. Maybe she had been too forward?

He grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something down “my number.”

Aelin grabbed the piece of paper happily and winked at him “Now I have to go. I have loads to do.”

Rowan was sad at the idea “Of course. I will see you Saturday, then?”

“Saturday.” Her heart raced and then walked out of the library thinking that she could not wait two more days before seeing him again.

Rowan followed her with his gaze, happy that she had appreciated and understood the message idea. His hand touched the spot on the cheek that she had kissed and he was positive he was grinning like a lunatic.

They had a coffee date. He could not believe his luck.

But most of all he could not wait for Saturday.

He went to the stacks, looked for a specific book and checked it out under his name, then scribbled a message on a post it and placed it in the book and set it aside.

Ready for Aelin.

She was his Thursday crush.

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I found your blog because it kept popping up in my recommended for DAYS. like tumblr really wants me to see you 🥺 I may have read a bunch of your stuff and if you take requests...could you write a Todoroki x reader who is insecure that he dates her/ them out of pity? 🥺

Todoroki X Reader | Is He Dating You Out Of Pity?

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You were single for a long time and at this point, you gave up on dating but out of nowhere the hottest guy in the school and your best friend in the school starts dating you. It all happened so quick that you couldn't even process it.

Shoto has always been the one to take the actions and gestures into consideration over the just words and when he said that he loved you he showed you with his actions too. He was everything anyone could ask for but but but... your insecurities kicked in pretty fast and it felt like either this was some extended joke or he was just dating you out of pity because you both have been close friends since school started and he knows about you "giving up on dating"

You started acting distant. You tried to smile along with him but it felt like he was continuing this just because he didn't want you to be sad. He would pick on your "mood switches" sometimes and act extra sweet. This pissed you off even more because being the one to be sympathized for is the last thing that you ever wanted.

But still, it felt like what he was doing was straight from his heart. But your stupid mind has to take over and kill all that happy butterflies that you get when he does something sweet for you.

You thought of talking to him about this but the moment you even thought of doing it, the fact that you have to express your feelings made you feel sick to the stomach. Because you have been pushing them down and acting all tough for so long that you can't express them at all!

Now, this one day, you both were standing in the lunch hall waiting for Midoria to come when these girls from the other section started talking to him. More like flirting with him. He tried to end the conversation right then and there but they were persistent and one of them pushed you to the side to stand next to him.

He didn't do anything about it. For a moment it felt like he didn't care. So you headed for the roof because you wanted to cry your eyes out and the cold breeze will help you calm down. It always does.

But the thing is that he didn't notice that you weren't to his side. But when he DID notice he jerked back seeing some other girl and he looked for you as you walked away. He didn't even care to say "excuse me" and ran after you.

You were crying when he found you. "Hey hey hey, what happened" he came to hug you but you moved back. "What's the problem? I can see you've been tensed for too long now y/n. At least tell me what it is?"

Your sadness turned to anger and you told/shouted at him about everything that has been going in your head. He stood there in shock but still listening to everything that you have to say.

"Okay, I get that you are frustrated with me right now, but please come here y/n," he said asking for a hug. He was feeling guilty for making you feel this way. You hugged him tighter and he did the same. You cried even harder. Which genuinely made him feel the worst seeing you like this and to be the reason for it happening in the first place.

"You don't have to worry about that Y/N. If I ever feel like this you'll be the first to know. And those girls? They were just annoying, I was trying to be nice to them because you were there and you don't like it when I'm too blunt to people."

He kissed the top of your head and never left you until you calmed down. And then gave you a forehead kiss withholding your face with both hands.

After that, he made this extra sure that YOU are his top priority all the time. He genuinely never wants you to feel that way again.

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Not All Bad || myg

Summary: You were working at a hybrid shelter and in a desperate need for money, you take the position to take care of the rare panther hybrid. Turns out it would be a lot harder than you thought.

Pairing: Panther Hybrid!Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 2.6k

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AN: Thank you so much for the request! I hope it was okay

Working for a hybrid shelter was rewarding in the sense of it brought you joy to help out the hybrids find a new home, but it wasn’t the best for your bills. 

You were struggling a lot so when you saw that there was an opening with a higher pay at the shelter, you applied immediately. You weren’t sure why the other guy left, but at that moment you didn’t care.

Only thing on your mind was paying your bills that were due in a week.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/n?”

You look up from your lunch to see Namjoon, your best work friend, standing beside your table. 

“Yeah,” You munch on your sandwich, starting to speak with food in your mouth to which Namjoon scrunches his nose at you, “This job will get me more pay, which I need, and I’m still helping hybrids, which I want to do. It’s a win win.”

“Do you even know what you will be doing?”

“No.”

Namjoon shakes his head at you, pulling the seat out to sit down. “You’re going to be looking after IT.”

You hated the term that the shelter used for the rare panther hybrid that was being kept here, but you also knew it was because it didn’t have a name. Or if he did he refused to tell anyone.

“Namjoon you know I don’t like that.”

“I know I know, but I’m worried. The last guy quit because IT- Er the panther hybrid was a handful. He was bad news Y/n.”

Gathering up all of your things, you stand and boop Namjoon on the nose, smiling when it scrunches up. “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” Then you turn and walk away.

“Just don’t get hurt okay!” He calls after you.

The area housing the rare black panther hybrid was broken down and honestly if he wanted he could have escaped. It was amazing that he had been here for almost ten years and still didn’t try.

It was also dark down there, like no one ever turned on the lights. It was a little depressing.

Pushing open the door to the room, you instantly reached for the light switch only to have your wrist suddenly pinned to the wall, effectively holding you in place. A warm sensation became present beside you as your registered someone was there, feeling the faint tap of a tail hitting your leg.

IT was there.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, human?” He growled. “Who are you?”

You swallowed thickly, genuinely terrified for the first time in a long while, scared of what he was planning on doing if you didn’t answer him.

“I I’m…”

The words seemed to be caught in your throat. A mouse caught by a cat.

His yellow eyes pierce into your soul, rendering you immobile. Here you thought this was going to be an easy job, but the last guy did quit for a reason.

“Well?”

“I I’m the new handler.”

“Handler? I didn’t think they would find someone to replace the last guy.” IT groans and finally releases you. “Damn it and I was hoping to have some alone time.”

You didn’t say anything as IT wondered from beside you to the corner, but you did slowly inch your way to the light switch, finally finding the courage to turn it on and for the first time not only did you see the conditions of this room, but IT as well.

First the condition of the room.

The walls were tall and pale, but there were scratch marks everywhere. The lights were flickering, which was probably why they weren’t on because they looked like they could just blow at any point so what was the point? But the thing that got you the most was that there was no furniture in the room.

No food or water station, nothing to play with (if IT even did play, but you never heard of him doing so), but most of all no place to sleep. Just a hard concrete floor.

No wonder IT was so hostile. He wasn’t given even the basic hybrid, let alone respect.

No one seemed to care about him and that alone broke your heart.

Second was him.

He looked thin and pale, contrasting greatly with his ink black hair and ears. The uniform he wore, just a simple dark gray shirt and pants that all hybrids wore in the shelter, was too small for him. It looked like a child hybrid’s outfit and it was even a little ripped around his arms and legs, presumably from him moving his arms around.

“What the fuck are you looking at? Huh?”

Your eyes snap up to his, yellow eyes once again staring into your soul, he seemed to do that a lot. Just seemed to look into everyone.

“T the room.” You manage. “It’s a little bare isn’t it? There is no food or anything, not even a bed.”

IT just shrugs, stretching out his arms and laying down on the ground.

“I like it like that.”

Why was he even talking to you? He never talked to any of the other handlers, so why did he feel instantly comforted by you? The moment he saw you he felt like that and he couldn’t stand it.

Never again would he let his guard down in front of a human.

“Oh.” Was all you could say. You felt like there was nothing else to say especially because you watched him turn over away from you, indicating he was done talking.

So just before you left IT to himself, you took his food and water that the cafeteria provided you out of your bag, along with a couple sweet treats that you snuck in, and put them all in the center of the room. You didn’t know if IT even liked sweets, but you just felt the need to bring them.

With one final look back at him, you left.

A month has passed since you started taking care of IT. Still having to call him by that because he refuses to tell you anything about him.

Every day was the same. You show up three times a day to give him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, each time leaving him a bit of candy with his dinner, and comes back one last time to gather up the dinner trash.

You were always happily surprised to see that he always ate the candy. Slowly you feel like you were getting him to warm up to you even if he never talked.

“Hey.” Opening the door you search the darkness for his yellow eyes, “I’m here to gather your trash.”

Once again you were met with silence, but after a month of this you were used to it. Basically you were just talking to yourself and hoped he listened.

“I asked them to include more meat in your food, which I’m glad they actually did this time around. It took me weeks of arguing with the lunch lady. I was actually this close to just bringing meat myself to give to you.”

You start gathering up the bowls and candy wrappings, completely unaware of the figure in the shadows moving towards you.

“What they have been feeding you for the past ten years is so not enough for a panther hybrid. They didn’t give you anything to help with your carnivorous needs, let alone for you to develop any muscle mass, which explains why you are so thin and frail.”

“Why do you care so much?”

You jump at the sound of his deep voice, instantly reaching for the lights to switch them on and was surprised to see him so close.

“W wha-”

“Why do you care? By now anyone else would have left by now, but here you are. Not only are you still here, but you continue to come at a scheduled time and fight for me to get better things, better than I ever deserve. What gives?”

Was he really asking you why you were treating him with decent kindness? Just how deprived had he been?

“I… I don’t think you are that bad. As much as you like to play the big bad cat, you just want someone to be your friend.”

IT hissed at you, roughly releasing you and backing back into his corner, glaring his yellow eyes at you.

Sighing you pick up all the wrappers you dropped when he scared you, preparing to leave.

“Yoongi.”

You stop and turn around, eyes wide. “W what did you say?”

“Yoongi.” He repeated. “It’s my name.”

Smiling, you reach from the lights again, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Yoongi.”

Little moments like that went on for the remainder of the year. Little by little Yoongi would open up to you more. Not in the sense that he would talk about his past, but he wouldn’t ignore you when you talked and would actually remember things you told him before.

He grew in muscle size and you had gotten him bigger clothes. Yoongi no longer looked like the scraggly hybrid you saw back in March.

Humming happily, you entered the employees only section of the building, getting ready to clock in for another day of talking to Yoongi. It became the best part of your day.

“Good morning Namjoon.” You greet your friend as you open up your locker, smiling at the photo of you and Yoongi hanging up. It took several weeks of whining for him to agree and it was your favorite picture, you even had it as your phone wallpaper.

You put your bag in your locker, but not before pulling out a new candy you wanted Yoongi to try. He said he was a fan of strawberry and the store where you get his candy stocked a brand new strawberry flavor. Of course you had to get it for him

“Y/n?”

.”Hmmm? What’s up Nam-”

You freeze as you see that Namjoon was looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes, something he only did when he had bad news.

“Namjoon what’s wrong? Is it bad bad? Because I really wanted to show Yoongi these candies I got him.” You lift up the bag. “See? They’re strawberry and he likes that flavor.”

“It’s actually about IT - er I mean Yoongi.”

“What about him?”

Namjoon looked away from you, scratching the back of his neck.

“Namjoon? You’re scaring me.”

“Well he’s okay I can tell you that, but he has been adopted so he is no longer here.”

“Yoongi was adopted?” Namjoon nods. “That’s… Amazing! Good for him! Do we know who? Is he nice? When did it happen?”

“Yesterday after you left work, a really rich guy came to adopt and when he was looking around he saw the sign for the rare panther sign and wanted to see him. Honestly I wanted to stop him, but this guy was so charming that I took him back. You should have seen him with Yoongi.”

“Was he nice?”

Namjoon’s eyes brighten and he nods. “He’s so nice! Like extremely nice and you could tell that Yoongi didn’t want to laugh at his jokes. In the end the nice rich guy adopted Yoongi and took him home.”

You wanted to feel happy for Yoongi and you were, but you were sad that he was gone and that you didn’t get to say goodbye.

“That’s good! Good for Yoongi. I’m happy.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Huh?” You blink, turning around to put the bag of candy back into your locker, “Yeah of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be? See?”

You point to your mouth, a big bright smile on your lips, but your eyes were spilling tears you weren’t aware of.

“I’m… Happy.” Your voice breaks as Namjoon wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and patting your back.

You cried in his arms for a long while. You were missing your friend and now he was gone.

“Good morning.”

Namjoon put your coffee on the table, smiling at you. Ever since Yoongi left a month ago Namjoon has been trying everything to cheer you up, Coffee, cakes, lunches, everything he can think of. Really he was the best friend that you could have wished for, but you missed Yoongi.

You haven’t heard anything from him and it’s not like you expected to, but it would have been nice. You wonder if he likes his new house. If maybe he found someone to replace you. He was always there for you, listening and giving you such good advice and you thought he would always be there, but that was a stupid fantasy. Of course he would be adopted. Who wouldn’t want an amazing hybrid like Yoongi?

You did.

You wanted him back in your life, but it seemed like you were nothing but a passing handler to him. Which wasn’t all bad because you were there to get him ready to be adopted and you did your job.

You also just didn’t expect to fall for him over the year. Everything about him you love and miss. From his fluffy hair and tail that was only fluffy once you convinced him to finally take a bath to the way he would hug you when you left. His warmth always comforted you, but now it was gone.

“Good morning.”

“Did you see the limo out front today?” Namjoon asked, opening his locker.

You shake your head, “No. There is a limo? I wonder if another rich guy is here to adopt. That’s good.”

“Always thinking about the hybrids through and through. You really are a nice person, Y/n.”

You freeze at the sound of a familiar rough voice behind you, slowly turning to see Yoongi standing cross armed in the doorway. He was dressed in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, looking nothing like he did when he was here.

Gone was shelter Yoongi, this was a new, more happier Yoongi.

“W what? Yoongi?”

“Are you never not going to stutter around me?” He chuckles.

You bolt out of your seat and over to him, wrapping him in a hug, your face hurting from smiling so much. You hadn’t smiled like that in a month.

Yoongi wrapped his arms back around your tiny frame. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more. How are you here?”

“Well the boy wouldn’t stop moping around since I got him home and when I asked why he said it was because of a beautiful woman that he loved. He left without telling her how he felt.”

“Hoseok.” Yoongi whined and you looked to see a bright looking man in an expensive suit. This must be the rich man that adopted Yoongi. “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

Hoseok laughs, his mouth turning into a heart shape smile. “But if I didn't, who would?”

Yoongi sighs, turning back to you with a slight smile. “He means well, but he is right. I didn’t get to tell you, but I am in love with you. The time we spent together meant more to me than you will ever know and I hated how I left.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It’s mine.” Hoseok pipped in.

“But I still should have said something.” Yoongi sighs, his grip on you tightening. “Hoseok said I could see you whenever I wanted if you would allow me.”

“Are you kidding?! Of course! I always always want to see you.”

Yoongi smiles big, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Then I will always always be around.”

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[bffhreprise]

Best Friend For Hire Reprise, Entry 381

 “Not tired are you?” questioned Ariadne, who had been testing my abilities and helping me understand how to use them for hours.  There were differences between how to accomplish tasks, since Ariadne’s magic needed control of her emotions just as much as clear mental pictures, but her explanations really did help.

 “P-Processing.” I told her, wondering if she actually thought I ever grew tired.  I felt she should know better, considering she knew what I am.  At the moment, I was still revising her first lesson, current lesson, and all of the ones in-between as well as considering some other possibilities for my magic.  I was thankful to know that my weird ability to see other places wasn’t monstrous, since Ariadne could do it too, just not as well.  Part of my mind was still coming to terms with the idea that I had been subconsciously using magic my entire life.  Thankfully, Ariadne didn’t think I had inadvertently hurt anyone.

 “No, Dani, I don’t think you should make requests of Raine quite yet.  Let her keep practicing.” stated James in reply to something Dani had asked in her native tongue.  The musical language of her people was still beyond me without lessons, but a few words seemed to make sense to me.

 “But Daddy!  This would be practice!” she insisted in English.

 James switched to Dani’s native tongue, and Dani’s smile turned impish, a sure sign she had been caught being mischievous again.

 Alma took a few steps over to hug Dani from behind before saying, “Dani, behave.  Birthday girls get to make the requests here.”

 “I… d-don’t mind.” I told them, moving back and forth between where they were talking and where Ariadne was, not wanting Ariadne to think I was ignoring her.  I was aware of the vampire brothers watching me, probably unaccustomed to seeing someone in two different places, but playing with Papak had shown me that they were practically frozen in place compared with me, just like everyone else.

 Meanwhile, Ariadne was telling me about tricks she had discovered over the years to quickly diagnose health problems in different types of creatures.  I doubted some of the tricks would work quite as well for me, not having a couple thousand years of experience in recognizing different types of cellular damage, but she seemed confident that I’d get the hang of it.

 James was staring at Dani, whose smile only grew.

 “A playmate for Alberich!” she suggested, finally letting us know what she wanted.

 Alma sighed before saying, “She probably shouldn’t attempt life yet.”

 “Is that really possible?” questioned Maple.

 “Of course, though creating life takes far more energy than you’d probably expect.” replied Ariadne, having finally reached them.  “I certainly can’t recommend doing it until Raine is very confident in her abilities.  Getting something slightly off is very easy and potentially lethal for the new creature.”

 “What about creating an enhancement suit for Pufflewink?” suggested James, obviously thinking that Pufflewink could keep up that way.

 For several seconds, I considered different modifications to the suits, considering how cute they could look.  While considering cuteness, I also considered whether or not Pufflewink would feel comfortable.  Like all kitties, Pufflewink liked warmth, and the suits were designed to ensure a certain level of warmth.  Everyone else had adapted to the feel fairly quickly, so I imagined Pufflewink might as well.  After letting myself enjoy numerous scenarios of my kitty playing around in her new suit, I double-checked a rather important part of this idea, asking “I c-can?”

 James nodded, saying, “As long as Jarod doesn’t mind.”

 “That’s an awesome idea, man-slave!” insisted Emma, grinning broadly.

 “I’ll admit that I’m intrigued to see what spells go into these things.” commented Vito eagerly.

 “Suit design is a trade secret, so no giving it away to anyone.” stated Jarod loudly to be heard over everyone.  “Mila, would you mind adjusting the design for felines?”

 “Already optimizing the fiber configuration.” she replied, sounding amused.  “Master, mind if we borrow your office briefly?”

 “Feel free.  Raine, I think she wants you upstairs.” encouraged James, smiling as well.

 I nodded to him, and then went into the office.  Quest gladly accepted!  At the speed of Mila, the entire room transformed into screens for me to inspect with additional screens forming up from the tiny ball things that came out of the floor.  Everything from molecular composition of the substances involved to the details on how James’ spells interacted with the physical form were on display.

 Downstairs, James was commenting to Jarod “I hope you know that she’ll never forget the designs.”

 Jarod grinned broadly.  “And I hope you realize that I have many, many plans that could use her aid.”  He was doing his villain act again.  On one hand, he really was good at looking like an evil mastermind.  On the other hand, he was a good person and wouldn’t actually attempt anything evil.

 In the free time I had between taking in the different screens, I considered if I was really capable of meeting Jarod’s expectations.  Yes, I was learning to use my magic, but I didn’t have anywhere near Ariadne’s level of mastery.  Sure, the best way to get there was practicing, but what if I oopsed again?  Energy research could be dangerous.  Would I be able to contain things?  Maybe Jarod wanted safer experiments first…  He’d listen if I told him I wasn’t ready for anything dangerous, right?  More scenarios erupted in my mind, but I didn’t have faith in them.  Jarod was very nice, but he could also be a little… obsessive.

 “If she comes back with a finished suit, I’ll be most disappointed.” stated Vito with a frown.

 “No need to be disappointed.  I’ll gladly show you the spell.” James told him.  “I just ask that you don’t utilize it for your kind yet.”  When Vito nodded his agreement, James created his spell.

 For once, I really studied what went into the spell, committing the entire arrangement of energy to memory.  Though I didn’t have confidence in duplicating such effects with my own magic yet, I could arrange residual energy, just like the others.  Mila was already showing me modifications to the spell on some of the screens, having shown me a 3D model of it already.

 Emma sighed and said, “You guys really know how to bring down a party.”

 “We’re partying?” questioned Noelle, seeming to have forgotten the conical hat on her head.  She was so adorable, and I wondered what she was showing the others.  Sadly, her magic couldn’t affect me through my own magic, so I couldn’t see.

 “Yes.  Today’s Raine’s birthday.” replied Dejon with a patient smile.  He had been working with her lately.

 I mentally danced through the room I had already prepared for them as a couple, in hopes of them dating.  He liked her, paying far more attention to her than he had paid attention to anyone else, and she certainly seemed interested whenever she looked at him.  I put the new memory of them together in goofy party hats up on a shelf, admiring it.

 Noelle’s eyes brightened, happy as ever.  “I should tell her Happy Birthday!”

 I mentally thanked her again, adding another tally in my mind’s personal room for her under the times she wished me a happy birthday today as I continued studying and connecting all of the pieces Mila was feeding me.

 “She’s off making something for her cat at the moment.” explained Dejon.

 “She has a cat!?  I love cats!” she exclaimed excitedly.

 There was a whole section of Noelle’s private room in my mind dedicated to her playing with Pufflewink.  The adorableness delighted me.

 “Me too!” exclaimed Kayla, lifting up Alberich, who had been leaning against Alma’s leg for the past minute.

 Alberich was a very proud, very small lion, but he didn’t swipe at Kayla this time.  Through our chats, I had learned that Alma spoiled him far too much when he was young, which was probably why he could be a bit snooty.  Luckily, even Alberich found Noelle cute, affected by her magic just like most everyone else—poor James didn’t know what he was missing.  When Noelle pet him, I could imagine how easily Alberich recognized her delight.

 Not long after Noelle and Kayla started playing with Alberich, Mila informed everyone that I would be indisposed for several more minutes—she could only show me things so fast.  I would also need some time to practice before I would be satisfied.  Everyone but me went to the ballroom to dance instead of gaming for once.  There were more cat-themed party decorations in there, and I was determined to join them soon.

 After I finished the material that Mila had for me, I started asking her questions and was surprised to find she liked my ideas for a few modifications in the suit.  She had originally assumed that I would simply remove the suit whenever Pufflewink wanted to go potty, but agreed with me when I pointed out that my little kitty would probably get disoriented by the sudden loss of enhancements more than our friends did.  With a bit of work, we came up with some alterations that should work, and Mila found some additional cleaning spells she felt would be better suited for cats.  Four-hundred-and-seventy-two variations later, Mila and I were satisfied that we had a suit Pufflewink would like, so I fetched her and created the suit around her.

 The difference was notable as soon as I saw my little kitty move.  She was confused, but I talked to her and warned her she’d need to be a little more careful.  Mila insisted the difference in strength and speed was considerable, so I took her word for it.  Satisfied that Pufflewink was happy, I took her down to join the others, dancing along with her in my arms.

 Mila felt the need to stick a spotlight on me the moment I arrived, but I didn’t mind.  James and Alma came over to examine the suit.

 “Were you successful?” he asked.

 “M-Maybe.” I replied, not as confident as Mila.

 He grinned as he said, “We should test it later before Alberich and Pufflewink play too much together.”

 I nodded in agreement.  Pufflewink would need more time to adjust to her new abilities.  “I-I should… visit… with… Ariadne.” I told him after considering a number of scenarios where Ariadne examined my kitty to make sure the enhancement suit was agreeing with her.

 When James and Alma moved to hug me, I was surprised, but I only considered dodging for a very brief moment.  I did like hugs, and neither of them would accidentally squeeze Pufflewink too hard.

 “I hope you’re having a wonderful birthday, Raine.” stated James as he hugged me.

 I nodded and smiled at my friends, telling them “B-Best ever.”

 “No.” stated James, making me consider what was wrong.  He then clarified “We plan to make each one better.”

 I probably stared at him too long when he said that and nearly let myself cry.  James was such a kind, wonderful person, and I would be grateful to him forever.  I was certain he underestimated how much he had done for me—modest as he was—but giving me a home where I am accepted, despite what I am, was already the best present I could receive in a lifetime.

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[joaquinwhorres]

Blank Out - Ch. 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

[ Masterlist ]

SUMMARY ››››› Bucky Barnes has a list of names–amends he needs to make. When he gets to yours, he finds the amends process a bit more…difficult than it should be.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,550-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› I’ve decided that this story calls for alternating perspectives. Also, lemme know what you think about how this explores post-End Game life.

"You know Bucky Barnes?!"

Rocio was upon you before you had even fully entered the dining room. Despite the fact that it was probably cutting off her circulation, the eight year old was still proudly wearing her "Soldier Arm". You were surprised she could even put it on anymore, a thought that brought on the bittersweet feeling of nostalgia. When the two of you had constructed the costume four years ago, you had needed to roll the ends of the glove up and then safety pin it to the top of Rocio's sleeve to keep it from sliding off. Now it didn't even reach her shoulder anymore.

"I never mentioned that?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" Rocio exclaimed

"Oh," you shrugged, rounding the table and passing by a wiggling Ravi in his booster seat.

Rocio fell into step behind you letting out an indignant and frustrated sound. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

She had an amazing and irritating talent for both shouting and whining at the same time. You breathed out your annoyance through her nose.

"Rocio," you said, flatly. "Do you really think I know Bucky Barnes and kept it a secret from you?"

The little girl pouted for a second as she thought it over before slowly shaking her head. "You're not very good at keeping secrets."

"Hey," you pointed a finger at her.  "I never told anyone about your crush on Spider-Man did I?"

"I was six!"

"And yet, old enough to propose," you grinned, remembering finding the letter Rocio had addressed to Spider-Man with haphazardly spaced and sized letters. It had taken a few attempts to decipher some of the spelling, but it had proven excellent material to tease Rocio about for the past two years.

Your niece scowled at you and marched back to the table, dramatically throwing herself back into her chair.

You turned back to the stove and the probably cold eggs, smiling to yourself in victory. It was a brief moment of peace as you dished eggs onto three plates because the moment you popped the first one in the microwave, the interrogation started back up.

"Well, if you don't know him, why was he here?"

"He wanted to talk to me and your mom," you said, watching the eggs spin round and round.

"About what?"

"The weather."

"Y/N!" Rocio hit her hand against the table, causing Ravi to jump in his seat and stare at his sister with wide eyes.

You whirled on your niece. "Rocio Ishani, you know better."

"Sorry," Rocio mumbled, casting her eyes down to the table--one of her tells of genuine embarrassment and regret. The microwave beeped, and you sighed, switching the plate out for another one.

"I don't know what he wants to have a conversation about. He was here for three minutes and you did most of the talking. And even if I did know," you added on, stopping Rocio before words could come out of the little girl's open mouth. "I don't think it's a child friendly conversation. Which means when he comes, you're going to your room."

"He's coming back?"

You nodded. "When your mom comes to pick you up," you said, stopping the eggs with six seconds left on the clock. You took the two plates to the table, setting the hot one down in front of your seat and the warm one in front of Rocio. You raised your eyebrows at your niece, gesturing with your head to the kitchen before turning back to get Ravi's plate. Rocio trailed you in, pulling out the silverware drawer to get forks for the three of you and tearing off three paper towels as napkins. She still hadn't quite grasped that Ravi wouldn't be using a napkin however much he needed one. Instead, she ripped one half sheet into a quarter, as if that would convince him to use it in the same way that the small bright green fork convinced him to be somewhat civilized in his eating instead of using his hands.

It was a few more minutes before you were all at the table, ready to eat.

"Your arm, please," you said, gesturing to Rocio's glove. The little girl put up no fight, shimmying out of it and lightly laying it on the empty chair next to her, signature side up so she could admire it all of breakfast.

While the interrogation seemed to be over, talk of the Avengers was not. Most of the breakfast conversation revolved around ranking the Avengers from most powerful to least powerful, and most helpful to least helpful, and the ever ambiguous "best" to "worst." And then, as it did with young kids, talk bounced from subject  to subject--connected only by the vaguest semblance of eight year old logic. It ended with a request to watch Wild Kratts after breakfast.

You did.

You did a lot of other things after breakfast too.

You made and played with play dough and stopped when you noticed Ravi was alternating between building with his and eating it.

You each drew pictures for Lilly with varying degrees of realism, had a fashion show turned impromptu dance party, and played hide and seek during Ravi's nap. (Rocio was such a good hider that you hadn't found her until after Ravi woke up, and you were definitely looking very hard and not reading a book.)

You painted each other's nails, and built an epic race car track for Ravi and made individual pizzas.

You raked leaves outside and picked a few favorites to press in books and even found time to fit in a small hurt self/strong self activity before Lilly arrived.

You were in the middle of deconstructing eating your creations when the front door opened.

"Where is my family?"

You looked up with a smile and gestured towards the door, but Rocio remained put. "We're in here!" she shouted, fingers sticky with peanut butter and fluff.

Lilly sauntered into the room, her emerald green suit still pressed and wrinkleless despite a day on the job. She arched her perfectly threaded eyebrows as she looked at you and daughter and the table all covered in graham cracker crumbs. "Looks like you three had a good day."

"Yep!" Rocio chirped, and Lilly clicked forward and into the corner of the room where Ravi was playing with his two cars on a section of the track.

"How is it my two year old is the least messy of the three of you?" she asked, bending over to press a kiss to Ravi's head. He squirmed away, continuing to move his cars along the track.

You laughed as Rocio licked a finger clean of peanut butter. "Because Ravi takes after you, and Rocio takes after me," you said, grinning at Rocio. Lilly frowned and crossed back over to the girls. "Don't worry though, I think we're all adventured out, so tomorrow we're just going to sit and stare at the walls."

"No!" Rocio shouted, and Lilly hushed her.

You tilted your head as if thinking. "I guess we could wash my car," you said, tapping your chin with a finger. "And the baseboards do need some dusting."

Rocio let out a dramatic groan, and you laughed, picking up a napkin to rub away at the spot of marshmallow fluff on her chin.

"Well, if you're not going to clean my house, you can at least clean your hands."

Rocio gave you a look of exasperation that she should have been much too young to even think about giving. Nevertheless, she slid out of her chair and headed to the sink, Lilly stopping her en route so she could press a kiss to the top of her daughter's head.

"How was work?" you asked as Lilly sunk into Rocio's vacated chair.

"People are idiots," Lilly rolled her eyes, giving a sigh.

"Says the literal genius," you returned, and Lilly snorted, shaking her head.

"It doesn't take a genius to follow simple instructions. I'll lay everything out for them, and even with pictures, they can't complete a single build without running into some potentially catastrophic error."

"That's not what you want to hear from the lead engineer at Stark Energy."

Rocio skipped back to the table, and Lilly scooched out her chair, gesturing for Rocio to come sit on her lap. The little girl veered off early though, instead attempting to climb into your lap. You shook her head, casting a quick glance at your sister who dropped her open arms.

"Your mom's missed you," you said, gesturing with her head across the table.

"I live with her," Rocio whined.

"And?" Lilly asked, moving her chair back up to the table. "I still miss you when I work."

"Really?" Rocio asked, walking over to the chair next to Lilly, and claiming it.

"Really," Lilly assured, placing an arm on the back of Rocio's chair, gently combing through her daughter's hair with her fingers. She looked up at you offering a small, weak smile before looking back down at her daughter. Her brow creased. "What are you sitting on?" she asked, tugging at something underneath Rocio. The little girl joined her mom in looking down, her eyes lighting up as she recognized the object.

"My Soldier Arm! Oh yeah! Guess who we met today!"

"Who?" Lilly asked.

"No, guess!"

You would have to teach your niece about the art of not playing a guessing game after making the answer so obvious. Then again, it still seemed so surreal that Bucky Barnes would turn up at your doorstep, that even with the "Soldier Arm", you doubted that Lilly would guess.

Lilly pursed her lips, putting on a show of thought. "Was it--"

There was a knock at the front door interrupting Lilly's guess. Rocio practically launched herself from the chair, already halfway out of the room by the time she could scream "I'll get it!"

"No!" Ravi shouted. His usual reaction when Rocio was too loud, too energetic, too Rocio.

Lilly exhaled a laugh at her son before turning back to you. "This was too much sugar," she said, circling a finger around Rocio's half-eaten creation. You laughed and Lilly smiled, and it felt nice for things to be normal between you--easy. Even if it was just for a moment.

A moment that was brought to a screeching halt by Rocio dragging Bucky Barnes into the combined kitchen and dining room by the hand.

"We met Bucky Barnes!" she chirped.

Lilly's face went slack, only managing to get out a small "Holy shit." Your eyes didn't linger long on your sister though. Instead your gaze was drawn to Bucky Barnes who looked vaguely amused at Rocio.

"Rocio, release your captive," you prompted, and reluctantly, Rocio released his hand, taking a few steps back towards her mother to give him some space.

"Is this--are you--what is happening here?" Lilly asked, looking between Bucky and you and Rocio, as if one of you had a reasonable explanation for this.You had only ever seen your sister this flustered twice before. Both of the previous occasions had been heartbreaking and traumatic, and you'd never quite gotten to experience how funny flustered Lilly was.

"He wants to talk to you and Y/N about something!" Rocio filled in.

Lilly's head whipped to you. "You know him?" she whispered, as if this was some secret conversation for your ears only.

You shook her head. "No, he just came by this morning and asked to speak with us."

"About what?" Lilly asked, furrowing her eyebrows and looking back to Bucky.

"I don't know."

For all of the differences between Lilly and Rocio--and there were many--their brain processing was eerily similar.

Bucky cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him. "I um--I don't know if you want--" he gestured to Rocio. "Here for this."

"Rocio, go to your ro--the playroom," you corrected.

"I promise I'll be quiet if you let me--" Rocio started, and Lilly cut her off.

"Rocio, take your brother and go up to the playroom please,"

"But--" Rocio's face melted into the start of a complaint, but there a sharp cut of her mother's eyes stopped her dead. You remembered being on the receiving end of that look quite a few times while she was growing up. If anything it'd grown in power.

Rocio stomped forward, taking Ravi by the hand who whined and complained until she let him pick up a few cars to take with him, and the two exited the room, heavy footsteps echoing up the staircase.

You turned back to Bucky who was staring over Lilly's head, at the wall of family pictures.

The idea had hit you four years ago after Rocio woke up crying from a nightmare. Together, you spent the night going through old photo albums and Facebook albums, searching for the best pictures of the family. You ended the night with about forty pictures that needed to be framed, and the whole project took about a week to finish.

Every time the two of you ate lunch together over the past four years, Rocio would choose a picture, and you would tell her the story behind the picture. Your eyes flitted amongst them now.

There was the first time Lilly held you as a baby which was also the first time you smiled. Lilly's high school graduation--one of the few pictures with both of your parents in it, hovering on either side of Lilly as a six year old you sat on her hip. Lilly and Hector's beautiful wedding day. Lilly and Hector at your high school graduation. Lilly and you at the baby shower for Rocio, and Lilly and Hector at the shower for Ravi. There was one of Rocio's grandparents meeting her for the first time, and a good number of photos documenting your visits out to the family. Before the blip.

During your four years together, you and Rocio had also taken pictures of memories the family couldn't be there for and hung them on the wall; reminders of stories to tell should they ever return.

Rocio and you moving into a new house.

Rocio's first day of Kindergarten, first, and second grade.

The two of you and Rocio's ill-fated hamster, Churro.

Birthday parties and day trips that the rest of the family should have attended.

Bucky stared at the pictures, his frown deepening.

"Would you like to sit?" Lilly invited, allowing her collected professional persona to seep into her voice and straighten her spine.

The super soldier nodded, choosing the chair at the end of the table, closest to the door. He wet his lips, his eyes drawn from the pictures and down to the wooden table. It was strange seeing an Avenger--someone who had fought Thanos--seem so nervous in the company of two ordinary women.

He reminded you of the fourth graders who entered your office.

The fourth graders were always so hesitant to work with you--terrified of opening up and showing even a glimpse of vulnerability. It took three sessions just to get them to admit that they weren't fine and a few more before they lost the skittish look in their eyes. You doubted Bucky would be pried open by bags of chips or any of her fidgets, but figured you could at least try.

"Can I get you something to drink?" you asked, and Bucky shook his head.

"I don't want to take up too much of your time."

You nodded, and Lilly cocked her head. "So what brings an Avenger to my sister's house?"

He wet his lips and then looked up at the pair of you. "You're part of my efforts to make amends." Bucky made an attempt at a smile.

Across the table, Lilly's chest constricted with barely suppressed laughter, and the corners of your lips twitched in and out of a smile. Whoever had advised him to smile, surely hadn't meant for him to smile like that.

"What are you here to make amends for?" Lilly asked, her voice steady and betraying none of her amusement.

"I…" his eyes drifted back to the wall of pictures looming beside the group. "I'm the one responsible for your parents death."

You felt the world stop.

Or maybe it wasn't the world, maybe you stopped. Maybe every single atom within you stilled for a moment. Maybe your brain shut down and heart paused its beating, keeping you from thinking or feeling anything other than the numbness of shock. Because as surprising as it was for Bucky Barnes to show up on your doorstep at ten in the morning, you never expected he was responsible for changing your entire life.

"I know there's nothing, I could ever do to truly make amends--"

"You don't need to make amends."

Everything seemed to restart then. Your heart picked up its beating and brain whirred into action, sifting through memories and thoughts you'd long ago pushed to the back of your mind and locked there to remain untouched even by years of therapy.

Your skin prickled with flashes of images. The dark figure at the top of the staircase, the glint of metal you'd assumed was a gun in his hand, the cold blankness of his stare as his eyes bore into yours. And then the horror and sick relief of finding your parents in the moments after his disappearance.

"They were horrible people, and I'm glad they're dead. Thank you for salvaging my childhood"

"Y/N," Lilly gasped, horrified.

"You hated them too," you argued back. "Don't pretend you're not glad that Rocio and Ravi never have to meet them."

"Our relationship with our parents aside, they were still our parents. The least we can do is not thank the man who murdered them in their sleep."

Bucky for his part looked completely bewildered as his eyes darted between the two arguing sisters.

You shook your head. "You were more of a parent to me than they ever were."

"And it's because of that that I remember you waking up screaming every night for three years. So if you're not going to ask for amends for our parents' murder, at least ask for amends for what you had to go through because of him."

"My nightmares aren't because of him," you dismissed. Lilly would never believe--let alone understand--the reason behind your nightmares.

Seeing the argument was fruitless, Lilly tsked and dismissed you with a flip of her hair, turning instead to address Bucky. "Why?"

"Why…" Bucky stumbled along, confused by the conversational whiplash or the vague question.

"Why did you kill our parents?" Lilly demanded.

"Does it matter?" you asked.

"It matters to me."

You stared at your sister for a solid thirty seconds before, and shutting your eyes and bowing your head in surrender. Lilly didn't understand. If you had it your way, Lilly would never understand. You would never burden your sister like that.

Bucky swallowed hard. "I wasn't told the specifics of every...assignment. All I know is that your parents were working on something HYDRA wanted, and when they were offered a chance to join the cause, they declined. I was tasked with eliyoution and retrieval."

"Retrieval?" Lilly pressed

"Of their research."

Lilly gave him a single nod before looking down at the table in front of her. "I didn't even know they were conducting their own research."

You felt her skin prickle, an icy hot sensation shooting through your veins. Carefully calm, you reached across the table, palms open for your sister's hands. Lilly placed her hands into yours. "They never let us get to know them," you said gently, squeezing Lilly's hands. "That's why I'm angry and you're hurt."

Even as you said this, you could feel Bucky's gaze on you, intently studying your motions and facial expressions.

You looked back at him. "Thank you for coming to tell us. I'm sure it wasn't easy."

He nodded, his brow still slightly creased as he looked at her. And then his gaze flicked to Lilly, and you released a breath.

"I know it doesn't mean much--it doesn't change anything, but I'm not the person who did that anymore. I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James "Bucky" Barnes."

Lilly nodded, releasing your hands and looking Bucky square in the face. Her own expression was completely neutral, not a trace of a tear or any of the hurt she'd voiced.

"If you want to make amends, you should come here for Thanksgiving."

Neither you nor Bucky had been expecting that. Your instinctive reaction was to snort out a laugh as if it were a joke, and Bucky looked like the very dictionary definition of confusion: brow knitted together, eyes narrowed, mouth hanging open.

"It would mean the world to my daughter. You can think about it as replacing a memory of my daughter meeting her grandparents. you's right, this will probably be a happier memory anyway."

"You have to come!" Rocio rushed into the room, you and Lilly shouting her name in a mixture of surprise, horror, and reprimand. The eight year old made no excuses or explanations. Instead she stood by Bucky's chair, peering up at him with a bright intensity only a child could muster. "Please."

Bucky looked away from Rocio to Lilly and then you. "Ok."

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[spencessmile]

This Isn’t Who You Are

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary - Spencer gets involved when some not so friendly touches are made from a stranger.

Warnings - Swearing & Angst

Word Count - 1,698 words

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don’t steal my work and post it without my consent.

Feedback and Comments are welcome. Happy reading!

Requests are CLOSED!

**

“She bolted for the door and I never saw her again,” The whole team laughs at your story.

“This is my favorite story you’ve told so far,” JJ said. “How do you find yourself in these situations?”

“Honestly I have no idea.”

“Alright, I need more tequila! Anyone else?” Emily said, getting up.

“Yeah, sure,” You smile. “You want anything, Spence?”

“Sure,” He replies as Emily walks off.

“Hey,” You reach for Spencer’s cheek. “Try to let loose tonight, alright?”

“Yeah,”

Emily comes back in no time with shot glasses, Garcia hands them out as everyone downs them in seconds.

“Let’s get the party started!” Garcia cheered, squeezing lime into her mouth.

**

After another hour, six rounds of playing darts you noticed Spencer starting to get clingy. You pulled him away and sat him down.

“Spencer, you okay?” You ask, as his eyes were looking around the bar.

“Yeah, yeah, totally fine,” He mumbles. He tried to reach for a glass on the table but you immediately stopped him.

“Maybe we should get you some water, how does that sound?” You ask, but Spencer shook his head.

“I don’t want water, I want more Vodka! I totally understand why Emily likes to get drunk! This stuff is amazing!” He yells over the loud music playing.

You laugh at his response. “Babe, you’ve had enough to drink. Maybe drink some water then we can ge-”

“Can I drink more vodka after?” Spencer’s eyes were wide.

“Sure,” You lied.

You wanted Spencer to let loose and have fun tonight but in all the years you’ve been with Spencer you’ve never seen Spencer drink so much. It sort of worried you.

“Sit tight for a minute and I’ll be right back,” Spencer pulled at your arm.

“Don’t leave me all alone,” He pouted.

“The team is right here babe, I’ll be back,” You pointed to them as Emily and Derek were fighting over the dartboard.

“You have 60 seconds to come back and your time starts now,” He holds up his watch. “I’m counting.”

“Okay.”

You made your way around people dancing and the gaming section. You got the bar and asked for a glass of water. Once you got the glass of water you started to make your way back to the table as someone got pushed into you with force, letting the glass slip from your hand and break.

“Watch the hell out!” The guy raised his voice at you.

“Maybe you should watch your surroundings,” You mutter, slightly annoyed. You start to make your way through the crowd when you feel someone grab your arm; harshly.

You turned around to see the same guy from seconds ago, you tried to pull your arm back but his grip was tight.

“What the hell did you say to me?” He said with clenched teeth.

“Let go of my arm,” You tugged at your arm but he pulled you close enough to where you could smell nothing but alcohol on him.

“Not a chance honey, you have to apologize!”

“You bumped into me not the other way around so therefore you should be apologizing to me.” You try to step back but he wouldn’t let you. “I’m not kidding, let go of me.”

“I’m pretty sure she said to let go,” You hear someone say from behind you.

Spencer.

“Back off, will you?” The guy pushes Spencer as he tumbles back a bit.

“Did you touch me?” You don’t know what you saw in Spencer but something flipped the switch as you saw him get angry.

“Spencer it’s okay,” You place a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not okay! He grabbed you,” Spencer yells.

“It’s not my damn fault that your clumsy ass girlfriend can’t see for shit!” This guy was trying to piss Spencer off and as far as you could see, it was working.

“Spencer please don’t, it’s not worth it,” Spencer wasn’t even looking at you. “Come on.”

“Better listen to your girl.”

“Spencer turns around, please,” You continue to say as Spencer turns around with you.

“That’s right walk away! Your skinny ass looking like a pipe cleaner wouldn’t have the guts to fight me anyway!” As you walk past the guy, he sticks out his foot causing you to stumble and fall.

As you fell, you felt your head hit something, hard.

“Did you not hear me when I said not to touch her!” You hear Spencer yell as everything is blurry to you.  Before you could even process what was happening, Spencer’s fist was in the guys’ face.

“Spencer!”  

But it was too late. The guy swung back, hitting Spencer in the cheek.

“Morgan! Morgan! Hotch!” You yelled, still on the ground. You felt something seeping down the side of your forehead; blood.

Spencer and the guy continued to yell at each other, no matter how loudly you screamed, neither of them stopped. You have never seen Spencer like this and you didn’t like what you were seeing. Spencer isn’t a violent person. He’s soft and caring.

You’re trying to get up as you start to feel light-headed until you see blurry figures running towards you.

“Reid, knock it off!” You hear Morgan’s voice.

“That’s enough!” You hear Hotch.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You hear Emily’s voice. “Y/n, look at me,” You’re finding it hard to concentrate as you feel someone wrap their arms around your shoulder. “I’m right here. You’re okay.”

“Reid, that’s enough!” Hotch shouts, gripping his arm. You blink a couple of times until Morgan comes into vision as he pushes the other guy away from Spencer. “Stop it!” Spencer is heavily panting as Hotch stands in front of him, keeping him away.

You see Rossi rush over to the bar and tell the bartender something.

Spencer pushes Hotch away as he walks towards you but Emily stands in front of you.

“Go,” She points to the door. “Get some air, now.”

Spencer sighs, leaving the room.

Garcia rushes to your side. “Y/n, your bleeding.”

**

You sat on the back of the ambulance, letting the EMT patch your forehead. You watched Spencer as he sat on the curb with his head in his head.

What on earth was going on with him?

You thanked the EMT as you got off the ambulance, the team was all gathered by the door, just watching Spencer as well.

“Hey, you doing okay?” JJ speaks up softly, rubbing your shoulder as you nod.

You all stood there for a couple of minutes, not saying anything. Morgan starts to move towards him but you stop him.

You walk up to Spencer and sit down beside him. You both didn’t say anything but now Spencer was rubbing his knuckles. You softly grabbed his hand and ran your thumb over his knuckles as Spencer winced in pain.

“Sorry.”

Spencer looked at your wrist and grabbed it, pushing up your sleeve. “He felt marks on you,” It was like Spencer was telling himself more than you.

You looked down and noticed a small blue and purple bruise starting to form.

“You shouldn’t have hit him.”

“But he hurt you.”

“But that doesn’t mean you hurt people,” You slightly raise your voice as Spencer looks into your eyes.

“I know.”

“I don’t know who that was inside,” You whisper honestly. “I don’t know the person who was beating up that guy. You don’t do this type of stuff.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Spencer’s words seemed so sincere.

You ran your thumb over his cheek and he slightly pushed away from your touch.

“Is it bad?”

Spencer shrugs “I’ll live.” It was just then Spencer realized you had a bandage on your forehead and you could tell he instantly got tense.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Does it hurt?”

“I’ll live.”

“Babe, I’m sorry I never wanted things to get so bad. I just don’t know what came over me.”

“I know, but you did let your temper get the best of you tonight.”

“I’m aware and I’m sorry.”

“I know you were just trying to protect me. I love that you stand up for me and that you don’t let people treat me that way. But you could have really got hurt.”

“We hunt serial killers every day and you think a bar fight would have killed me?” Spencer raised his eyebrow.

“You know what I mean,” He nods. “What happened tonight? I’ve never seen you this angry, ever. You’re good at sharing your problems with me instead of going around and punching random people in the face,” Spencer laughs.

“I guess I’ve just been a little stressed with this job,” You know there was more than that to it. You nod as you encourage him to continue “and my mom.”

You rested your head against his shoulder as Spencer grabbed your hand, lacing it with his.

“Then please talk to me. I’m always here.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You look at him.

“For always being there,” You smile.

“So, does this mean your planning on getting into more bar fights, or was this your first and last?”

“I think I’m done.”

“Good,” You reply.

“For now,” He said as you rolled your eyes at him. “Are we okay?” Spencer asked, kissing your hand.

“Do I have to worry about you?” You ask honestly.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Then we’re good.” Spencer leans in and you lightly kiss him. “Does this mean that you’ll leave the fighting to the professional actors then?”

Spencer laughs at your question. “You really think your funny, don’t you?”

“I do but trust me when I say you’re going to hear about this for years to come,” You reply.

“I’m okay with that,” He said leaning in to kiss you again.

**

I think I love you a little bit more every day - Unknown

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[illfoandillfie]

Hey for the blurbs thing, i was wondering how roger and reader are getting on in the quiet in the library universe, how is he tormenting her (in the best way) these days 😁

sorry this is so late! today has been hectic and this got a little longer than I planned, a little over 3k. Thanks for the request though, this is another old series that I haven’t revisited in a little while so it was a lot of fun! Ya’ll know I love me some cocky dom 70s rog 😂

Warnings: smut, public sex, specifically library sex, getting caught, restraints/light bondage, gag, hair pulling, some talk of free use, 

Blurb Advent: Day 22

About a week after Kathy had stumbled upon you and Roger after hours, you’d been rostered on for work at the same time. She’d clearly been waiting for such a moment to question you and took the opportunity to put you through the third degree while you were sitting at the main desk together. She was steadily making her way through a stack of returned books while you dealt with any customers who approached and tried to ignore her. It wasn’t easy to block out her constant questions of who was Roger? and how long have you been together? and do you always fool around when you’re on closing? and is he a good shag at least? and there weren’t enough people seeking your help to qualify as a proper distraction. Eventually you cracked and told her everything, kind of enjoying the way her eyebrows rose with each new piece of information.

“Well, we’re not like actually together. Just friends.”

“Friends, really?”

“Friends who hook up every now and then,”

“So, was that the only time you’ve done it here?”

“Not really. Theres been a couple others,”

“Where? Specifically, where?”

“In the shelves mostly. The first time I was sitting on the returns trolly. We almost got caught that time,” you laughed, “Second was on the floor by the 900s.”

“Y/N!”

You shushed her, “Keep it down,”

“Sorry I just never would have expected it from you. And that’s where we work!”

“He brings out the worst in me I think. Anyway, don’t expect to walk in on us again. He hasn’t even suggested we do it here since you caught us so I think he’s kind of over the whole sexy librarian thing or maybe he realised we could get in proper trouble. Last time we got together it was at his place.”

“Not quite the same as shagging in public,”

You shrugged, “His roommate came home halfway through which checks the same boxes.”

“Well good because I don’t think I want to walk in on anything else. I feel quite lucky you both still had your pants on,”

 The day progressed as usual and Kathy dropped the topic for the most part. She did mention it once when she was tasked with putting the returned books back on the shelf, making a joke about hoping the trolly had been wiped down, but otherwise you found other things to chat about when you weren’t busy with library duties. Roger had offered to pick you up in the evening so you could go and watch the band and when it came time to leave he was already waiting for you. Kathy walked out with you and waved to Roger as she headed towards her own car.

“Who was that? Do I know her?”

“That’s Kathy. She was the one who owned the book you spanked me with, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed, “that was fun,”

“Mmm well, she put me through the third degree about it today. Asked all about you and how often it’s happened.”

Roger found it very amusing, much more than you did, and kept laughing about it all the way to the venue.

 The next day you headed to work again and settled in for another normal day. Returns, shelving, loans, the usual. Kathy was in again though your boss had called in sick so neither of you felt like working too hard. It was in the early afternoon that Roger found you. You were switching some books on a display of new releases when he tapped you on the shoulder. Immediately you glanced around to see if Kathy had noticed him but she was caught up loaning books out to a doddering old man who came in at least once a week.

“What are you doing here?” you asked Roger, suspiciously.

“Well, I got thinking.”

“Oh god,”

“No, you’ll like this. So, I was thinking about Kathy asking you about me yesterday, and then that got me thinking about everything I’ve done to you here and that got me hard.”

“Rog,”

“And then I released there’s a part of the library that I’d really like to have you in that we haven’t used before. We’ve done the shelves, we’ve done the desk.”

“Rog, I’m not fucking in the children’s section. That’d get us arrested,”

“What? No, not what I meant. I mean I’m up for it but only after hours. You could sit on one of their mini chairs and suck me off again,”

You rolled your eyes, but he ignored you.

“No, I meant your staff area out the back,”

“What the lunch room? Rog, that barely counts as a room. It’s not that big and the whole room is taken up by a table with some tall stools. None of us even use it for eating because it’s not that comfortable. We mostly use it for our teacups and kettle. Oh and new books – storing them before we’ve put them on the shelves and adding the plastic dust jackets and all that.”

“I think it still counts,”

“Fine but that brings us to the fact that it is impossible to do anything in there during the day. The only door to it is right near the desk and there is no way you could get in there without being seen and chucked out of the building.”

Roger pouted, “C’mon Y/N,”

“There’s literally nothing I can do, it’s out of my hands. If you’re still hard tonight I can come over and help sort you out but the lunch room won’t work.”

“Oh alright, what time do you finish today?”

“7.30,”

“You on closing?”

“No, Kathy is,”

“And your boss?”

“She’s not in today, home sick. What’s with all the questions?”

“Nothing, it’s fine. Um, see you later then,”

“Yeah, see you.” You turned back to your display as Roger left, shaking your head.

 So you were left to your quiet and laid back day though Roger kept intruding on your thoughts. You were sure he was up to something, that he had an idea of sneaking back into the library after Kathy left or something like that. Admittedly, the idea was a little exciting. Perhaps you could suggest it if he didn’t. You’d have the entire building to yourself then, could get away with using the sitting chairs and the floor in the main area, right in front of the windows. Whatever you wanted really. And there was almost no chance of being interrupted. The idea stuck in the back of your head, and you took to watching the clock, willing the time to move faster so you could leave and find Roger. You’d been right though, Roger was planning something and not quite the same something that you were.

 It was already growing dark outside when you thought you saw him come in but before you could look properly you were asked to help a woman locate a book. You led her to the shelf and found the book before pointing her back to the desk where Kathy could loan it out for her. She was halfway across the room when the lights went out. A few people in the front of the library squealed and yelled in shock and you heard Kathy tell everyone not to panic but you were too distracted to pay much attention to them. A warm hand had clasped itself over your mouth.

“Don’t panic, it’s just me,” You nodded and felt Roger’s hand loose, “What the fuck?”

Roger shrugged, “All I did was turn the power off at the electrical panel, easy to get back on. And don’t try to tell me you haven’t been thinking about this all day because I know you have,”

“You’re unbelievable,”

“Save that for after we’re done. You gonna show me to the back room now or are we going to just do it here?”

“Okay, c’mon, this way.” Grabbing his hand you pulled him in the direction of the back room, using the shelves to guide you. As quietly as possible you opened the door labelled ‘Staff Only’ and slipped inside, Roger close behind. Outside, by the desk, you could hear Kathy calming people down, telling them it must be a power outage, but you stopped listening as Roger pulled you into a kiss and backed you against the table. A light from the store next door illuminated the room enough for you to see the outline of the table and the items on it. With just enough care to not send everything crashing to the floor, Roger cleared a space, intending to lift you onto it. You saw him glance down at one of the items he picked up and then look back at you, still fiddling with the item.

“I’ve always had trouble keeping you quiet, isn’t that true?”

“Not always,”

“Is that you arguing with me?”

“No,”

“No, what?”

“No, Sir,”

“Better. Now, like I was saying. You have trouble being quiet but I think I might have a solution,” there was a sticky peeling sound and you released what he’d found. Roger lifted the roll of tape and used his teeth to tear off a section, sticking it over your mouth. “Wouldn’t want anyone to find us in here, would we slut?”

You shook your head.

“Turn around,”

You shuffled around to face the desk and felt Roger’s hand on your shoulder, pushing you to bend over it. The next thing you felt was your arms being pulled behind you, the roll of tape being wrapped around your wrists to keep them in place. After half a dozen or so circuits, Roger bent forward to tear the tape from the roll again and place the roll back on the table.

You whined quietly into your gag as Roger kicked your feet further apart and then gripped you hair to pull you up. He began unbuttoning the top of your dress, slipping his hands into the opening to palm your breasts.

“I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?” he said softly, close to your ear, “Dirty girl. You like being my slut. Didn’t object to bringing me back here, didn’t object to being tied up, and you’re not going to object when I fuck you over this table.”

You nodded again, unable to talk, and dropped your head back onto his shoulder. 

Roger didn’t let you enjoy it for long before he pushed you forward again, using your hair to turn your head to face the side. You had a view of the door from where you were positioned but you were too high up to see through the crack under the door so had no hope of keeping lookout for anyone approaching. Roger paid no attention to the door as he lifted your dress, folding it back so you were exposed to him. He ran his hands over your arse, making you shiver and press yourself back towards him, before hooking his fingers into the band of your underpants and dragging them down to your knees. Slowly, he trailed his fingers back up your thighs and then in towards your cunt. Roger laughed, softly, as he spread you open.

“I told you you were a dirty girl.”

You squirmed as he ran his fingers along your cunt, trying to get him to do more. When you attempted to say his name it caught on the tape and sounded nothing like it should.

“What’s that slut? I can’t hear you,”

You grunted in annoyance and twitched your fingers as if that was going to help.

“As fun as this is I don’t think I have time for a game of charades.” Rogers fingers danced back down your slit and pressed into you, “Someone’s going to work out to check the box soon and then the lights will be back and everyone will wonder where you disappeared too. So I better hurry up and check your box, shouldn’t I?” He chuckled at his own joke.

You keened into your gag as he fingered you, partly because it felt good and partly out of worry that you’d be caught out again, though that definitely turned you on too.

Roger kept working his fingers in and out of you as he undid his trousers though he had to stop to get them down. He didn’t leave you empty for long though, his own observation about needing to speed things up seemingly spurring him on. Once his cock was free he stepped in close, the hand that was slick with your arousal pumping along it’s length.

“Gonna fuck you now, slut. I know you’re gagged but it’s only tape so don’t scream too loud.”

With one hand on your hip he guided himself into you, bottoming out and leaning over you.

You whimpered as he paused to grind his hips into you, his other hand coming up to your hair.

“Good girl. Gonna keep being my good little whore and take me so well,” he pressed down on the side of your head to keep you in place as he pulled his hips back and snapped then into you, finding a fast rhythm that made you whine. All you could do was grasp at thin air and try to keep quiet as he pinned you down. He made things all the more frustrating by leaning over you to breathe against your ear or mouth at your neck.

 Suddenly the lights came back on. Outside you heard Kathy call you your name.

Roger stuttered out of rhythm for a moment with the shock of the sudden light but soon fell back into it, “Uh oh. Someone figured it out.”

You whined into the tape over your mouth.

Roger pulled you your head up again, his hand wrapping around your throat, though you were still mostly bent over the table, “Should I stop?”

You thought for a moment, eyes darting to the door as Roger kept thrusting into you.

“Y/N?”

You shook your head and Roger laughed before pushing you back down, “Feels too good to stop doesn’t it.”

 You knew it was a mistake as soon as the shadow under the door changed and a second later the knob turned. With a whine you tried to warn Roger but it was no use, the door was opening. He noticed when the hinges creaked and came to a halt though he was still balls deep inside you.

Kathy gave a small yell of surprise and covered her mouth.

“Hi, Kathy was it? Sorry, d’you think you could give us a few minutes?”

“Is she…?”

“She wanted this, it’s okay.”

You nodded as much as you could, feeling as hot in the face as Kathy’s cheeks looked.

“We won’t be long,” Roger said politely.

Kathy looked back at him though her eyes darted away again as she mumbled an apology and left, closing the door behind her.

Roger snorted and began to laugh as you groaned and squeezed your eyes shut as if that would undo things.

“D’you think she knew what was happening and was trying to sneak a peak?”

Again you tried to groan his name but his only reply was to snap his hips into you again, picking up where he’d left off.

“Impatient slut. If you want my cock so bad you can have it. And don’t think I didn’t feel you clench when she came it. You liked being caught.”

You whined in denial.

“You did. I felt it. Y’know, maybe if you’re lucky, she’ll tell someone and they’ll come to see if it’s true. We might end up with qu-ite a crowd. I wonder how many of the men out there would want a go. A, fuck, a cock crazed slut with a drip-ping cunt all spread out and ready to be used. I bet they’d all want to try you. God, keep squeezing like that and I’ll be finished in about ten seconds. I think you’re close too, right? The thought of being used and fill and fucked over and over. M-maybe I should edge you, get you all de-fuck-desperate, and let them in. You’d beg for them then.”

You were panting by now, your stomach tight with the release that was creeping up on you.

“Such a pathetic, fucking, whore. My whore. Mine to use. Mine to loan out. I’ll put a stamp on your arse, ju-st like one of your books. Let them each use you for a while. And then I’d have you again, bound and obedient and fucked out. You l-like the sound of that, don’t you? Yeah, gonna cum thinking about being p-passed around.”

You whined as the dam broke and your orgasm washed over you.

“Good girl,” Roger panted though he kept holding you down as he let himself go.

 Without saying much more Roger pulled your underwear back into place and dropped your skirt down. You stayed slumped over the desk as he fixed his own clothes but then he helped you to stand, carefully peeling the tape from your face.

“There’re scissors over there,” you nodded at the table and Roger moved to grab them, turning you around so he could cut your hands free.

“Can’t believe they were there all along and I tore it with my teeth.”

“Hotter with the teeth.” You rolled your newly freed wrists and then turned back around and slapped his chest, “You shit.”

Roger laughed, “Sorry. I genuinely didn’t know she’d come in and I didn’t plan for her too. I mean it got you off so I don’t know what you’re complaining about.”

“You’re going to wash your hands over at the sink and then you are going to go and apologise to her and then tomorrow you are going to bring her a box of chocolates or something to make up for it.”

“Aright. I’ll apologise. You can’t complain if she wants a go of me though.”

“Roger!”

“Okay, I’m going. I will apologise profusely, and then I’ll wait in the car for you.”

“You cannot want another round,”

“I can and I wouldn’t say no but I actually just meant I’d give you a lift home.”

“Good. Okay”

“D’you want me to buy you chocolates too?”

“It’d be nice,”

“Okay,” he smiled and dragged his thumb over your cheek, “I might have gone a bit far tonight, didn’t I?”

“Maybe a little,”

“But it was good though, right? You had fun?”

“Yes, I did,” you conceded.

“And why was that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Because I’m a slut,”

“And,”

“Because you’re unbelievable,” you sighed.

“Good girl,” he laughed as he leaned forward to kiss you, “I really didn’t mean for us to be caught, I thought we’d have a bit longer. But hey, at least it wasn’t your boss.”

“Small mercies.”

#my writing #my blurbs #smut blurb #blurb advent 2020 #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #i gotta try and get the last few written tonight/tomorrow #so that i can have them ready to post lmao #Anonymous

[aestheticseungmean]

My Heart Wanted You- Seo Changbin

Changbin was dating a girl who was using him but he just. couldn’t. see. it. Unfortunately for him, he found out the hard way.

Requested by @hwangscorpio

Warnings: Cussing

3.2K words

Angst but mainly fluff

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“Okay gentlemen, I’ll be waiting on your responses to join this groundbreaking evolution of technology. Have a great day!” A sigh left your lips as you stretched your fingers. Writing notes and comments all while evaluating what each of the men will decide, really takes a toll on you. As the men from other companies left the room, your boss bid them a farewell at the door before slumping in the seat. “Sir, you’re not supposed to sit like that. What would the others think?” You were his assistant which was never good in stories. But, you were respected and depended upon a lot. “_________. I think they would think I am a lazy boss. This is why you are my favorite asset. This company would be underground if it was just me.” Your boss was a young guy, thrown into this work way too early. “It looks like Hex Co. is excited to be in on this. The rest are unknown.”

“I would kill for something alcoholic. Run the notes through the database.” He sighed out, running his fingers through his current blond, moppy locks. “Will do, sir!” “Oh, one more thing.” You turned to look at him expectantly. “Stop calling me sir when we are alone. Makes me sound old.” You replied, “As you wish, master.” Knowing that that wasn’t what he had meant. He wanted you to call him by name. “_____.” A teasing smile graced your lips. “Sorry, Chan.” With your messy notes in hand, you walked towards your desk to input the data. When you first applied for the position, you were only going to do it to pay off student debt. Now, you loved your job, despite the aches and pains. Your boss was friendly, your coworkers were nice, lunch was always delicious. There was always something new to find in the office. One day it’s a pink door and another it’s a drone delivering notes before crashing into a wall.

Everything was perfect. Well, except your best friend Changbin. The thing was, he had a girlfriend. Which isn’t the bad part. No, the bad part was, she was manipulative and a pathological liar. For some odd reason, Changbin just couldn’t see it. The thoughts raced in your head as you inserted the info. “Hey, _____? Can you help me with my computer?” You stifled a laugh towards the younger male who looked at you with wide, confused eyes. “Sure, Jeongin.” It simply started out as just a few minutes until he asked you more and more. Before you knew it, it was time for him to clock out. “You know, I think Jeongin likes you.” “Oh, yeah? How do you reckon that?” You turned to face your boss who eyed your computer only seeing half the work done. “You don’t see those heart eyes he gives you? They’re bigger than that apple on your desk.” Chan let out a chuckle. “And you’re the master of love?” “Absolutely.”

You finished up your work while Chan spun around in the office chair he found. Clicking save, you turned to see your childish boss giggling as he spun faster and faster. “Chan stop, you’re going to get sick.” Eventually, he came to a stop and held his head in his hands, complaining about the world spinning so fast. “Hey, I told you so.” He looked up to find your smug face staring back at him. “You’re mean.” “Whatever, boss.” Walking beside him to clock out, you sighed happily as you left the building. The cold autumn breeze nipped at your cheeks and you thanked the gods that Chan wasn’t one of those bosses that forced you to wear business attire. In fact, that’s a reason he was so popular, he let people wear what they wanted as long as it was appropriate. You buried your face in the sweatshirt you brought knowing that it was in fact a chilly season. “Your sweater is wearing out.” “I know. I’ve had it for years but I still haven’t been able to buy a new one.”

The cool metal of the car door made you recoil, shivering in the process. “There’s still some daylight, come on.” Chan grabbed your hand. “Where are we going?” “To get you a new hoodie. I don’t know how you stay warm with all those holes.” From a distance, it would look like you two were a couple and that is exactly what happened. “_______!” You gagged in disgust at the fake voice you knew oh so well. “Hello, Lila.” “I didn’t know you had such a handsome boyfriend.” A protest started to leave your lips but Chan stopped you. “Yeah, I didn’t know you had such a handsome boyfriend, _______.” You watched as Changbin’s girlfriend batted her mile long, fake eyelashes at Chan. “Where is Changbin?” “Oh he’s busy.” She replied, not even taking her eyes off of the blond. Does she really think you are stupid? Changbin had no plans today and he wanted to surprise Lila with some chocolates. When she thought you weren’t looking, her fingers trailed up Chan’s arms. You cleared your throat and she dropped her hands.

“Have a good night, Lila.” The words were cold and harsh as you pushed Chan away from the girl. He spoke up after you made your way into the store. “She seems um, nice?” “She’s a bitch.” Heat fought off the cold that lingered on your skin. “Colourful words there. Is she really that bad?” You scoffed while scanning through the hoodie section. “She’s always flirting with other guys while she’s dating my friend. He deserves more than that lying, scheming, conniving bitch.” Chan huffed at the new information. “Someone like you?” “Exactly- Wait? What?” You abruptly turned around only to be met by a broad chest. “I told you, I’m the love expert.” He teased. You watched as he reached behind you to pull out a large hoodie. The cloth was shoved towards you expectantly. “You’d look good in this. Plus, it’s soft inside.” A million thoughts pummeled through your mind but you played it off. “So we’re going to ignore the fact that you are my boss yet giving me love advice.”

Chan chuckled, his dimples prominent on his face. “Just think of it as a friend giving another friend love advice.” Breaking your gaze off of his, you looked towards the hoodie he had handed you. It was a maroon color and was definitely going to be big on you but you liked that. You liked getting swallowed up by your hoodies, coats, sweaters, and sweatshirts. It offered you a sense of comfort and warmth considering you were unreasonably cold 24/8. “So we’re friends?” Chan nodded. “I’d like to think so.” “I like that.” He smiled once again and led you to the cash register. “Just these items?” “Yes.” The cashier looked unamused at everything. It made you happy because you don’t think you could handle another person fawning over your boss. “Have a good night.” “You too, miss.” Chan handed the bag to you outside of the store. Respectfully, he looked away as you switched hoodies which you found cute because you had on a shirt underneath.

“Okay, I’m done.” “Do you want to keep this hoodie?” You shook your head. “Then can I do the honours of throwing it away?” “How about we do it together?” A gleam in his eyes signified that he agreed to that. When you reached the familiar, pristine parking lot, the two of you walked towards the dumpster and threw away the tattered fabric. “Thank you, but I must be going.” “Have a good night and see you tomorrow!” You wished him a good night as well and entered your car. The silent rumble of the engine coming to life sent a rush of excitement through you. “I’m going home to sleep!” Except, it wasn’t that easy. The lights were on which was unusual considering you don’t have a roommate. “Hello?” A blanket was sprawled out on the guest bed and all that peeked out was soft brown hair that belonged to your best friend. “Bin?” The blanket shuffled and warm yet tired eyes peeked up at you. “I went for a walk today but it got too cold. I hope you don’t mind that I crashed here.”

“Of course not. You are welcome here all the time.” Changbin smiled a little and sat up, the blanket falling to his lap. “Have you eaten yet?” “No, I was waiting on Lila but she never came.” The nerve of that bitch. Anyone could see how much Changbin was putting into this relationship and she was throwing it all away. “Are you okay?” A shiver ran down his spine at the motherly look he was receiving. “I’m okay, I promise.” “Let’s go make some food.” You took his hand and dragged him to the kitchen to make macaroni. Sure it was midnight but it doesn’t matter. When the light hit his face, you could see his tear stained cheeks. “Changbin-“ “I can’t help it. I know she’s not in the relationship anymore but I love her.” You rested your head against his and sighed. “I know. I just wish you could see the others who love you more.” Changbin pulled away first and directed his attention towards making the food.

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The next day, Changbin was gone before you finished getting ready for work. It was disheartening but fair considering you pushed into his life. You topped off your outfit consisting of simple jeans, blouse and the sweatshirt Chan got you with a toboggan. The office was warm as you entered making you happy. “You look good today. Is that a new hoodie?” Unfortunately, you were not alone for long. “Yes it is, Jeongin. And thank you, you look good today as well.” The younger boy beamed with pride, ecstatic that you thought he looked good. “I brought a hot chocolate for my favorite assistant! Oh, Jeongin. You’re early. I’m afraid I didn’t get you one but if you want, I’ll give you five dollars so you can get one.” “It’s okay, hyung.” He went to work leaving you and Chan alone. “First of all, I am your only assistant. Second, give me the hot coco because I had a restless night.”

You took a sip of the steaming liquid and sighed. “What happened?” “Changbin crashed at my place because his fucking girlfriend stood him up. He cried. Cried. I hate that bitch.” The pencil in your other hand cracked under your anger. “Calm down. There’s only so much you can make someone see.” He shuffled a few things around on your desk to make room for him to sit. “I know.” “Here, let me take you to lunch today.” You nodded, allowing him to smile and tell you to make sure he has enough time to take you to get food. The hours leading up to lunch were monotone, filled with boringness except Chan occasionally pestering you. Your phone buzzed violently on the desk, you picked it up and answered the call without looking at the ID. “Hello?” “Can we go out to eat today? I want to be around someone.” It was Changbin. It hurt you hearing the amount of pain that was in his voice, signalling he was alone today as well. “My boss wants to take me to lunch but I’ll cancel so I can go with you.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want to impose.” “Changbin. Just come to my work and we will all three go. I want to be there for you. You know that.” A sniffle from the other side. “Okay. I’m heading that way now.” “I love you, Binnie.” A single sob let out before he hung up, getting ready to go see you. Banging your head against the desk sounded like an amazing option right now. Yet, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away with it. “Hey, you're almost ready?” “I hope you don’t mind but Changbin’s in his way here and I invited him to tag along.” Chan giggled and ruffled your hair before motioning to stand up. “Of course I don’t mind. I feel like a proud dad watching their kid chase after someone. Don’t mind me.” Rolling your eyes playfully at his antics, you grabbed the hoodie that was discarded earlier and put off to the side. It was like you were two all of a sudden when you mixed up the holes. It was a sight to see when Changbin walked in. On one side, you had Jeongin trying to pull up the hoodie and on the other was Chan doing the same. “Put your hands up!” “I’m trying, Chan!” He scoffed and tugged at the material. “Try harder.”

Changbin laughed at the scene in front of him knowing that he’s been in the boys’ position. With Jeongin being able to free his side, Chan was able to slip his side off scrunching up the hoodie and put it over your head. “Arm.” You turned red as you saw Changbin watching you get babied by your boss. “I said arm. Are you not paying attention?” He turned to see what you were staring at and smiled. “Oh, your 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ is here.” You put your hand through the arm hole and shoved him. “Shut up.” Chan made a move to do the other side as well but you put your arm through it before he could. “No.” Changbin was taken by surprise when you hugged him tightly. “Please forget you ever saw that.” He smiled but shook his head. “No can do.” “Hey, go get your wallet and phone before we leave.” Your friend eyed your boss and felt you move away, immediately missing your warmth. “Okay, got it.” “HAVE FUN, _____!” Jeongin yelled at before you left and you waved at him and said “I will.”

The diner was a 60’s style diner with girls on skates. “I wanted to work here because they rode on roller skates.” The only catch though, you’d have to wear the outfits too. A tall waitress rolled up to you while pulling out her order sheet. “What can I get you guys to drink?” You looked at the drink names and snorted. “I’ll have the Groovy Ginger Ale.” The words were choked out as you continued to read the names. “I would like a Disco Dew.” Changbin recited, smiling at how easily amused you were. Chan was last. “I’ll take a Funky Fanta.” She clicked her pen and gave off the server’s anthem. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to get your order.” Chan nodded and thanked her. “Okay, I take it back. I wouldn’t be able to work here.” Changbin tilted his head confused. “Why?” “Imagine people saying Funky Fanta except it’s in different tones and voices.” Both of them shook their heads at the thought. Soon, the waitress came back to get the food order.

“I have to use the restroom real quick.” You and Chan nodded and watched Changbin walk away. The doorbell chimed and a familiar face walked in. Your eyes widened in surprise because she was with a boy. She noticed you right away. “Fancy seeing you guys here. Don’t you guys work or something?” “Yes, Lila. We are on a lunch break and who is he?” Lila flashed a smile over to Chan. “He’s my friend.” “Where’s Changbin?” You knew the answer but you wanted to know what stupid lie she was going to come up with. “I’m going to go find us a table.” The male placed a quick peck on her lips before she pulled him back in for a longer one. Behind them stood a crushed heart watching the whole thing. “L-Lila?” Her face dropped and she quickly turned around. “Binbin!” Changbin side stepped her attempt at a hug and a kiss. “Looks like he was a really good friend.” Lila pursed her thousand dollar lips which weren’t done well. “Bin don’t be this way, you haven’t returned my texts. I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

The customers started to stare at the commotion, clearly feeling bad for the fake girl. “I didn’t return your texts?” You knew this was going to get ugly soon and clearly Chan did to. His body was tense next to yours. Changbin pulled out his phone and showed her the texts. “It was the other way around. I was the one texting you and you were off with other people. I should’ve listened to _____!” Lila’s face turned ugly as she became angry. “YOU MEAN THAT WHORE WHO’S CLEARLY FUCKING HER BOSS?” Changbin started to say something but you stood up. Her face smelled like cheap grandma perfume but you ignored it. “I AM NOT FUCKING MY BOSS. HE IS MY FRIEND OUTSIDE OF WORK. FURTHERMORE, IF I WERE TO FUCK ANYONE, IT’D BE WITH THE PERSON YOU FUCKED OVER.” Her mile long nails scraped your face as she slapped you. Seething, you punched her. Hard. You heard a crack and blood spilled from her nose. Still angry, you went back for more before Changbin carried you outside.

The cold air cooled you down and you focused on the male in front of you. “You told me you were okay! You promised!” He couldn’t keep eye contact, instead he cried. “I couldn’t force myself to do it.” “If you still love her, I can’t keep being the person you go to to cry. I love you but this whole hurting yourself is not okay.” You turned to walk back into the diner to get Chan only to see him walking out. “I paid and the lunch is here. We are not allowed back in there again.” “It’s okay.” The mood was tense as you guys ate in the meeting room. Changbin left only saying a small bye and thank you. “He likes you too.” “CHAN JUST STOP WITH THIS LOVE CRAP. I’M SICK OF IT ALREADY.” This time, you didn’t care if you hurt yourself. You slammed your head on the hard table and cried. Cried from the pain in your head, cried from anger, from your heart hurting. “I want you to go home early today. Finish what work you were doing and go home. Go to bed.” Chan’s voice wasn’t soft as usual. It was commanding. And, you complied.

The apartment was quiet save for the fish tank filter. You threw your stuff to the ground and noticed that Changbin’s shoes were set by the door. You walked towards the guest room to find him hunched on the floor crying. He was surrounded by ripped up photos of him and Lila. “Binnie?” Changbin looked up, the tears in his eyes making your heart ache. “If I asked you to stay, would you?” “Of course.” You sat down next to him and pulled him close before stroking his hair. “I’ve been fighting my feelings. I knew that deep down inside, she wasn’t right for me but I clinged onto her. But I realized today that she wasn’t the one my heart wanted.” He paused for a minute to wipe his nose with the sleeve of his coat. “My heart longed for the person who loved me even though I shut them out. I rejected their love because I was too scared to ruin the friendship.” “Changbin-“ Your fingers paused as you thought about what he was saying. “My heart wanted you.”

#seo changbin angst #changbin x angst #changbin angst #changbin fluff #kpop #stray kids #jeongin #changbin x reader #bang chan fluff #jeongin fluff #changbin x you #stray kids x angst #skz angst #skz fluff #skz fanfic #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fluff

[tequilapants]

Here’s my take on how the Roy burning Riza event went

Pairing: Royai

Rating: T

Summary: Riza begs him to burn her, he does reluctantly and he takes care of her but she isn’t used to being cared for.

They sat in her little kitchen, propped up in two of her hard wooden dining chairs. He had never been over here before, seen as she recently moved out of her father’s home to her own space closer to the city. He hated that his first time over here was to do something like this. The events that got them here still felt somewhat like a dream to him. 

It had been about a month after Ishval. He had appointed her as his first Lieutenant and personal bodyguard a few days after they had gotten back from that dreadful, pointless war. They still didn’t have the rapport that they eventually would with each other, the time they spent apart creating a rift between them. They didn’t know each other like the backs of their hands yet, or could predict the other’s moves. Although, she still was viciously loyal to him just as much as he was to her. He trusted her with his life and she did the same, but that did not mean that they knew each other as well as they should. Within that month of their Colonel-Lieutenant relationship, she had warmed up to him if even just a little. They began to know each other a bit more, but not really seeing each other outside of work situations. However, within the time that he would see her, he saw her stand a little taller and shoulders held up a bit more confidently. To him that was great, she was coming out of that timid shell he remembered her having as a child. He chalked it up to her becoming more comfortable around him and getting used to the workload. That was great, it really was, and that made him smile just a little to see her adjust so well to a new situation. Although, the real reason why she was slowly building confidence slapped him in the face and drowned him in an ice bath.

It was mid afternoon and the workday was slow, signing document after document as he idly sipped his cold coffee. He heard her come in and shut the door behind her. A normal occurrence, so he didn’t look up from his paperwork but greeted her simply.

“Good afternoon Lieutenant.” He said plainly, albeit a bit tiredly. After hearing her not respond to him, he looked up to see what was wrong. She stood there in front of his desk at full attention. Her back was straight and her chest puffed out a bit, hands crossed behind her back.

“Permission to ask a request sir?” She said, not really as a question but more of a command. Her eyes fell to the window behind him, not looking at his face until he answered her.

He found this odd because she never did this. She usually would come in and shut the door behind her, while greeting him on her way to stand next to him behind his desk. For her to do this must have been important because he could see the determination set in her eyes. “Permission granted.” He responded in an inquisitive tone, slitted eyes meeting hers as he stopped his paperwork.

The breath she was holding in left her lungs but was quickly replaced. Meeting his eyes she didn’t skip a beat, “I would like to ask for you to burn my back sir.” She said in a no nonsense tone, posture still straight and perfectly poised. Her eyes picked up on his slight facial movements as his brain short circuited, obviously not expecting her to ask that of him. It took him quite a few minutes to respond. Within the time it took him for his brain to wrap around her sentence, she saw his eyebrows shoot up then scrunch together in thought. The pen in his hand came to rest on his bottom lip as his eyes left hers to look down at his desk. His shoulders raised only to go back down in a deep breath. He looked her in the eyes with questions floating around clearly on his face.

“So, you want me….to burn your....back.” He almost stopped himself at “you” but continued with “your back.” It absolutely puzzled him, why would she ask this of him? Why did she want her back burned in the first place? But then it dawned on him, she asked him the same thing while they were in Ishval. She said she wanted to be free of her father’s alchemy, free of the burden she never even asked to bear. He knew she saw the understanding flood his features and her stance relaxed. “I-I’m sorry, I remember now...” He deflated, dragging his hands over his face as a deep sigh left him. Sitting back in his chair he slumped in defeat and frustration. The last thing he would ever want to do is hurt one of his comrades at arms, but to deliberately hurt and burn one of his own men? Woman in this case. He didn’t want to do it. He didn’t think he could bring himself to do it even if he tried. “No Lieutenant.” Displeasure seeping into his tone as he pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting up again in the chair and resting his elbows on the desk.

She was at alert again. The slight relaxation in her posture was gone immediately when the words left his mouth. He couldn’t be serious? Bringing her hands to rest at her sides she stood up as straight as she could and stared him down, hard. “Colonel, with all due respect I must ask you to reconsider. Think about the consequences if you don’t. If I get kidnapped for the sole reason of someone wanting to steal the secrets of this alchemy, I will no longer be at your side and cannot protect you. I could be killed if anyone decided to dig deeper into where these secrets are kept. Is keeping my skin intact really worth it?” The anger in her tone did not go unnoticed and he was visibly taken aback. She had never exploded at him like this before and she could see that he didn’t know how to respond.

Mouth hanging open slightly at her outburst, he actually agreed with all of the points that she brought up. Hurt her now to save her later? Or not hurt her at all and take the chance of her getting killed. Everything in his body screamed at him no, to not hurt her. But the logical part of his brain told him to do it to save her later. A frustrated groan left his throat as his hands hit the desk. He noticed that she did not flinch at his anger like he thought she would. That was a pleasant surprise at least, she really wasn’t as timid as he remembered her to be.

“Colonel I understand this is a hard decision but the pros outweigh the cons here. Please think of me as an object if it makes it easier. I would just-” She didn’t get to finish her thought because he stood up quickly and angrily, slamming his palms on the desk again and getting in her face.

“Did I hear you right?” He laughed bitterly, “You want me to think of you of something that isn’t even human? Lieutenant you might be a bit newer than the rest around here, but I don’t work that way. I see my squad as valuable people. I see them as human beings. There is no way in hell I am burning you.” He yelled, anger causing his face to flush slightly. He honestly thought that would stop her, but he didn’t know her well enough yet clearly. She easily matched his intensity, getting up in his face too.

Mirroring her superior she slammed her hands on the desk too, a yelling match ensuing between them. “Colonel, think of the consequences of your actions here. If you don’t do it I could be killed later, hell, tomorrow even. I’d do it myself but I can’t. You don’t have to burn my entire back, just the important parts. I don’t know which section is more important than another and I definitely can’t burn myself. If you can’t do it I’ll find someone who will but I’d much rather it be you.” Breath a bit ragged at her outburst, she honestly wasn’t expecting that last part to make its way out of her. In the heat of the moment it just kind of came out, but it really did make sense. He was the only one that even knew it was there. Eyes still slit, they stayed locked in a staring match waiting to see who would cave first. 

The determination in her eyes was stronger than his. Soon caving at her glare he slumped his head, focusing on the papers beneath him. A long breath left his nose before he spoke, “Lieutenant, please give me a few days to think about this.” He said defeatedly, closing his eyes. That clearly was not the answer she wanted to hear.

“Colonel, I would like your answer tomorrow and it better be yes.” She said to him lowly, still hunched over his desk and in his personal space. She saw his head perk up as she pushed herself away from the desk, standing up straight again.

His mouth floundered, lost for words at her command to him. That's not how this worked but he couldn’t bring himself to correct her. Slumping back into his chair, he closed his eyes briefly but brought them back to focus on hers. “Ok Lieutenant, I’ll give you my answer tomorrow.” He said, dejected.

“Thank you Colonel, that is all I ask. Now, I will be out receiving documents for you. I will bring them back within the hour.” She bowed politely and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

In the time she walked from him to the door, her back was straight and confident, shoulders poised in triumph and determination. That's when it clicked for him. In the past month she wasn’t becoming more confident in herself because of the now familiar workload, or because of him. She was gearing herself up to have that conversation with him, growing more and more courage everyday to stand up to him. He just had to laugh. He laughed loud with a large smile on his face. Looking over at the chess set he had laying on one of the side tables in his office, he focused on the king piece but switched his attention to the queen standing next to it. “Well played Lieutenant Hawkeye, well played.” Knowing he made the right decision in choosing his right hand, he went back to doing his paperwork but not really focusing on it.

And that’s how he found himself sitting in her small apartment on one of the kitchen chairs, as she sat in the other across from him. She had her naked back bared to him and sat facing her small kitchen island, the back of the chair pushed up against her chest. Her hair was short so he didn’t have to worry about burning it, clear and out of his way. A pair of comfortable looking pajama pants covered her legs as her shirt and bra were cast to the side. The entire time she undressed, he turned his body away to give her some privacy. Clearly not trying to sneak a peak or make her more uncomfortable than she probably already was. When she said she was ready, he hung up his blue military coat over by the door and rolled up the sleeves of his white button up. Sitting back down in his chair, he pulled out his alchemy gloves and pondered them for a moment.

“Lieutenant, are you sure?” He asked her a final time. Already knowing her answer, he still felt the need to confirm because there was no going back from here. 

“Yes Colonel, I’m ready.” She responded cooly, though her muscles were a bit tense.

“Ok. If you’re sure.” He said a bit reluctantly, but he saw her head nod. She was more ready than he was and he wasn’t even the one getting hurt. Well, physically. The thought of doing this to someone he cared about hurt him deeply, but on the inside. Sighing, he put his gloves on and checked over his supplies one last time. He came prepared. Going to the store the entire week, he just kept getting more and more gauze and burn ointment. His anxiety about this day just kept building, and the only way to make him feel even a little bit better was to buy things that would make her feel better.

“Alright, I’m going to start on really low fire power and work my way up if needed. I really do not want to use excessive force.” Worry seeping into his tone.

He couldn’t see her face so she just smiled at his concerns. He was being so careful and it kind of warmed her hardened heart. Ironic that the only time someone took the extra care to not hurt her, was when they were deliberately hurting her. The smile faded after those thoughts ran through her head. It wasn’t his fault, that’s just how life worked out for her. His voice brought her out of her thoughts though and she welcomed it.

“Would you like me to do a countdown or something? Or would you rather me just go for it?” He asked her, genuinely wanting to know how she wanted this to start.

“You can just go, I don’t mind.” She responded, a smile reappearing at the edge of her lips.

“Ok.” He said, taking a deep breath. Deciding to not think about it too much, he snapped his fingers controlling the flame so it only got to the size of about a pea. It hit her skin and she didn’t even flinch. A laugh sounded throughout the quiet room but it wasn’t his.

“You’re going to have to do better than that Colonel.” She said turning her head to peer at him over her shoulder. The nervousness was apparent on his face, clearly not enjoying this.

“Alright, I’ll bump it up a bit.” Snapping his fingers again, he sent out another blast that was about the size of a grape. That got her to jump a bit. “What did that feel like?” He asked her without even thinking, wanting to make sure she was ok.

“It honestly felt like you pinched me kind of hard.” Responding to his question, she had her head facing forward again.

A small sigh of relief left him knowing he didn’t hurt her too bad. Although looking at what it did to her skin, that still wouldn’t be enough. It barely left a mark. The only evidence that he even touched her was the slowly appearing red mark he knew would fade easily. Thinking about biology for a moment, he pictured the layers of skin he saw as a diagram once in a textbook. The tattoo she had only affected the first layer of skin so he only had to destroy that. He did not want to go deeper into the second layer of skin or especially the third, that would be excruciatingly painful for anyone.

Bumping up his firepower slowly, he sent a blast that was the size of a walnut, then an egg and then a peach. He didn’t really know why he was using food as a size comparison but it seemed to be the first thing on his mind. Maybe because he was in a kitchen? He didn’t really know. Nonetheless he continued. The blasts he sent made her jump and tense her muscles, but none of them left marks that would be permanent enough. Reluctantly he had to bump up the size of his blast again. The size of an orange this time, he snapped his fingers and the reaction he got out of her sank to his gut. Her whole body tensed and her arm muscles flexed, gripping the posts of the chair hard. Her jaw clenched shut trying to stifle the pained, almost frustrated sounding groan that left her throat while her right arm lifted, smashing the side of her first onto the countertop.

The puff of air she kept locked in her mouth escaped as she opened it, trying to bring the oxygen back into her lungs. Thankfully he didn’t send another blast. She kept her body tense and fist still smashed into the countertop, breathing in air until the pain subsided. Unlocking her muscles, she took another steadying breath before urging him to continue.

“Lieutenant are-” He started only to be cut off by her small voice saying “Please.” His heart broke, not wanting to hurt her any further but knowing that he had to. Frustrated with himself, he took a steadying breath just like her and snapped his fingers. Her reaction this time was worse. Her body tensed again and her arms pulled her chest deeper into the back of the chair. He could hear the creaking of the straining wood over her high pitched scream that she obviously was trying to keep back, but couldn’t. The blast overlapped a little bit with the last one, blistering her skin a little extra in some places. Ragged breaths left her, trying to balance out the pain with oxygen somehow. But seeing her like this, that was the last straw for him. He was done, even though he only destroyed a small piece of one of the more important sections.

“Lieutenant, there has to be another way. You can’t keep having me do this to you over and over again. I don’t want to do this to you over and over again.” He said to her, the familiar feeling of tears building up in his eyes making its way to his attention. Through his growing blurry vision, he saw her shift her body to the side and look at him. Not just looking over her shoulder like earlier, she turned her body too, not really caring that her chest was dangerously close to being seen.

“Roy.” She said with an intensity that she herself had never exuded before. At least to this magnitude. His name came out of her mouth almost like a command, grabbing his attention and holding it easily. “I have thought and researched every possible way for this to be destroyed. All of them involve pain and I have weighed my options. I would rather have the only person on this planet who knows that this is here, destroy it. And I would rather him do it with the alchemy that represents what is on my back in the first place. This, and painless, do not go hand in hand, you have to understand that. But the fact that I am asking, begging for this pain, is because I want this thing destroyed more than my body’s natural instinct of self preservation. You have to understand that. That’s how important this is to me. No matter how much I scream you have to continue, screaming is a natural reaction to pain that I can’t control. But my mind is made up and that should be more important to you than some screams.” Pouring her feelings out to him, she tried to make him understand. She wanted him to see it from her perspective so he would continue.

In all the time he had known her, she had never been more serious about something until right now. The fire in her eyes rivaled the fire she had inscripted on her back. Her brow was set firmly and her jaw too, completely capturing his attention. She used his name, his true given first name, which should have been his first tip off that she was dead serious. He had never heard her say his first name, he was always Mr. Mustang then Colonel and occasionally Colonel Mustang. But never his first name. He honestly had no response to her words, easily accepting defeat and muttering a small, “Ok.” 

The relief on her face was clear at his words, shoulders slumping at her held breath. Taking in another deep breath, she turned around baring her back to him again fully. At every snap she heard she knew pain would come almost immediately. But she was ready for it. Consistently gripping onto the chair, she tried to use that as an outlet for her screams. Taking it out on the poor chair. Although that didn’t really work, her body needed to scream so she did. Her face hovered over her countertop screaming at it as her fists occasionally slammed down on it too. She knew what she was doing to Roy. Making him bear the same weight she had to but in a different way, he had to come to terms with destroying the thing that she had to carry around everyday. The guilt they both had to deal with from now on would probably be excruciating for a long time. The guilt he had to deal with was causing her pain. But the guilt she had to deal with was asking him to do that in the first place. Although this truly was the only way. She wished there was another way but there wasn’t.

After her proclamation, he decided he wanted to get this over with. He didn’t want to drag this out because that would be torture, and he really didn’t want to do that to anybody but he especially didn’t want to do that to her. After each snap, he didn’t wait for the pain to subside and do it again, that would take longer and that would be torturous for him and her. He snapped his fingers in quick successions of threes then he would stop for a few moments and do it again. All he focussed on was destroying the most important pieces. At the beginning he started by her left shoulder blade and gradually moved across her back diagonally, up and down. She was screaming and slamming her fists against the countertop. Seeing her like this and knowing he was doing it himself was destroying him. Tears flowed freely from his eyes now, blinking rapidly to clear his vision so he could see properly. Thankfully it was over quickly. Within two minutes he destroyed all that needed to be destroyed.

“It’s over. I’m done.” He said hoarsely, the crying constricting his throat. As he stood up and threw his gloves down, it dawned on him that he never saw a tear fall from her face that entire time. Not when she turned to look at him, and he never saw any hit the countertop. Either she was good at hiding it or she genuinely did not cry that entire time. Both outcomes were quite impressive, considering he was a blubbering mess right now. “Lieutenant, please talk to me. Are you alright?” He asked worriedly, concerned at her lack of speech. Did he go too far? His mind didn’t really have time to worry about all the things he did wrong, because he saw her swing her body around quickly and shove her face into his chest as her arms wrapped around his torso tightly. He was quite stunned to say the least. With all the power within him, he wanted to hug her back so badly, but his arms would have to cross over all the burns which would be very painful for her. So he settled for reaching his hands behind him and rubbing hers with his thumbs. He told himself that this was preserving at least a small amount of professionalism, but that didn’t really matter right now anyway. Resting his cheek on the top of her head, they stood there in the dim light of her little kitchen, basking in the presence of the other one. Pain and guilt overwhelmed him but holding her like this made him feel a bit better knowing that he was giving her some kind of comfort.

“Thank you. Thank you.” She chanted in whispers into his chest. The tears she wouldn’t let herself shed finally fell as they landed on his shirt. She felt bad because this was quite a nice shirt and it felt soft against her cheeks. The feeling of his warm hands on hers gave her some comfort, thankful he didn’t embrace her back. Not that she didn’t want him to, she just didn’t want him to right now. It would hurt too much. She felt his cheek rest on the top of her head as she just cried and cried into his shirt, endlessly chanting “thank you.” His hands pulled away from hers and a small frown pulled her lips down. Not really expecting to like the contact so much.

“Lieutenant I have to dress your wounds now, I don’t want them getting infected and I want you to feel better as soon as possible.” He said softly but in a commanding tone as he put one hand on her shoulder to gently nudge her off of him. Truthfully, he didn’t really want her off of him quite yet, enjoying the warmth she emanated and the comfort he provided her. Although, she needed to be tended to quickly. The blistering skin on her back looked terrible and obviously hurt her. She obliged and took her face out of his chest, he looked the other way so she could move back to her chair without him seeing her breasts. Grabbing a roll of gauze from his endless stock, he unwrapped the packaging and placed it on his lap. He needed to put the burn ointment on first because that’s what would actually heal her. Opening the small tub, he scooped out a generous amount and gingerly applied it to her blistered skin.

“Please tell me if I’m applying it too roughly.” Worry and concern evident in his tone.

What he was doing was quite the opposite actually. The cool ointment calmed her raging skin almost immediately. The relief she felt must have been clear because a loud exhale escaped him.

Delicately applying the rest of the ointment to her skin, he wiped his fingers on a dish rag getting ready to apply the bandages. Not wanting to wrap them too tight, he let it stick to the salve and brought it around her chest then over her shoulders. By the time he was finished, three of the gauze rolls were used and one tub of ointment. Glad he bought more than enough, he figured the rest could be saved for tomorrow when she needed her bandages changed. Securing the tail end of the roll to another section of gauze, he announced that he was done hoping she felt better now.

“Ok Lieutenant you’re all set. Can you walk? Would you like me to carry you to your bed or the couch?” He asked genuinely, concern etched deep into his brow.

The Colonel really was sweet, but she wouldn’t take his offer. “No Colonel I can walk myself, thank you for the offer anyway though. I appreciate it.” Her head turned so she could see him over her shoulder, a fondness in her tone. Standing up slowly, she used the chair for support until his hands found her elbows holding her steady. He stood in front of her and looked down to make sure she wouldn’t fall. Thankfully, he wrapped the bandages well enough to where she was almost wearing a shirt. Her breasts were covered along with the rest of her torso, neatly wrapped in pristine, white bandages. Finding her balance, she walked slowly to her room arm in arm with him. Slightly leaning into him as they walked, he opened the door for her flipping on the light too. Making their way over to her bed, she was faced with the challenge of getting onto the bed. Knees hitting the side, she brought one leg up and then the other to kneel on the mattress. Getting here was great but now she had to somehow lower herself down without stretching her skin. 

The anticipation of pain was evident on her face. Thinking the same thing she was, he stretched his arms out to place his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Lean into me.” He commanded, wanting to lower her down so she didn’t have to disturb the skin of her back. Slightly confused, she obliged. He set her down gently on her stomach and pulled the covers up to her waist, not wanting to add heat to her back. Her hands came up to rest near her head, elbows bent slightly.

Turning her head so one cheek rested on the pillow, she opened her eyes to look at him. “Thank you Colonel, you can go now I can take it from here.” Endlessly thankful for his help, she wanted him to finally have a break from the gigantic burden she put on him.

“Lieutenant I’m not leaving you.” He said firmly, looking her in the eyes.

Honestly she was kind of offended at his response. Firing back she said, “With all due respect sir I can take care of myself.”

“I know that Lieutenant and I admire you greatly for it, but I am not leaving.” He stood his ground, narrowing his eyes at hers trying to convey the seriousness in his tone.

“Colonel please go!” She almost pleaded. Riza had a reputation to uphold, not by anyone else's standards but her own. She was a hard shelled, serious woman who took no one’s bullshit. Toughened through the years to be the soldier she was today. And that’s why she didn’t want anyone to see her in this weakened state, especially her superior that she was supposed to be protecting. Not the other way around.

“Riza!” He barked, not wanting to yell at her but if tough love was the only way to get to her then so be it, that’s how it would be. Standing next to her bed with his hands behind his back, he bent over slightly so his face would be closer to her’s. “I won’t leave, not because I think you can’t take care of yourself. I think you can take care of yourself just fine and given the option, you could patch yourself up just as well as I did tonight. But I don’t want to leave. I want to help you get better, I want to see your skin heal. I was the one who did this to you so I want to be the one to fix it.” The seriousness in his tone ran deep. If she wouldn’t budge on her request earlier he wasn’t budging on this. Using her first name conveyed the gravity of his words that seeped into the tense air between them.

Staring him down from her lower vantage point, she tried to argue with him. “Colonel-” She started but was quickly stopped by his louder voice.

“Riza, this is an order and that’s final. I am not leaving, end of story.” He cemented his words by pulling over an armchair she had in the corner of her room and placed it right next to her bed, the sides of each touching each other. Sitting down and crossing his arms, he was right in line with her head but looked straight ahead. “Staring at me won’t make me leave.” Her angry glare could be felt on his face as he crossed his legs.

Huffing a bit angrily, she turned her head the other direction and closed her eyes trying to find some semblance of sleep. Taking a deep breath, she winced in pain slightly but gradually her body relaxed and sank into the mattress. Her nervous system had been attacked today from all sides, between being burned, burying herself in his chest, him reciprocating the contact unexpectedly and angrily yelling at each other; she was fucking exhausted. Quickly, her breathing evened and slowed. She was in that zone of being almost asleep but still too conscious to actually be asleep. Surprisingly, it didn’t startle her when she felt a heavy warmth placed on the back of her head. A part of it started slowly rubbing against her short hair, and somehow in her muddled brain she figured out that it was his hand. Too tired to be embarrassed, she just smiled slightly and fell asleep to the rhythmic stroking of his thumb. 

He looked over at her and she finally fell asleep. He was relieved. Eyes falling to what he could see of her face, he lifted his hand gently to brush the bangs out of her eyes. He kind of fell into a trance, slowly combing his fingers through her bangs and staring at her fondly. Without knowing it, the corner of his mouth perked up and his features softened. “I’m glad you finally got to rest.” He said quietly into the air, careful not to wake her. Moving his body to rest more comfortably in the chair, he shifted his hand back to rest on the back of her head again. Yawning, his head fell onto the back of the chair as his hand still rubbed her hair slowly. He told himself he would leave soon as he closed his eyes.

The feeling of being cold nipped at the edges of his brain as he stirred. Automatically he tried to pull the covers closer to his face. There were no covers. Opening his eyes quickly he took in his surroundings. Slightly confused it took him a few moments to remember where he was, he noticed that his dresser looked different and the room was oriented a different way. Glancing to his left he noticed Riza laying on her stomach in her bed. Oh yah I was here last night. He thought, rubbing his face with one hand. Noticing the placement of his other hand, red appeared on his cheeks. One of her hands was clutching his. Subconsciously she must have reached out for it in her sleep. Carefully extracting it from her grasp, he stood up and straightened out his clothes and smoothed his hair. Checking the time on the wall clock he realized he only had thirty minutes to get to work. That left him enough time to get to his apartment, change and hurry to his office. Looking around for something to write a note on, he spotted a discarded, empty envelope in her bedside trash. Rummaging around for a pen, he scribbled down some sentences and placed it next to her pillow. Looking at her a final time, his hand came up to brush the bangs out of her face again that fell in her sleep. Wishing her a quiet goodbye, he left her room and scurried out the front door to his own apartment.

She woke up to the sun in her eyes and that was strange because that never happened. Looking at her clock she realized it was well past noon. Scrambling to get up and get ready for work she was reminded about yesterday’s events. Trying to move quickly did not go so well, she winced and screamed slightly into the still air of her room. Laying back down on her stomach, she spotted an envelope next to her. “Mail?” She asked herself, grabbing it and looking inside. There was nothing in it which puzzled her but upon turning it over she found his messy handwriting. 

Don’t even try coming in today or I will court martial you. I want you to rest for a good week so don’t move around too much. I’ll be back after work to cook you dinner and change your bandages, call me if you need anything you know how to reach me. Sleep well.

      -Roy

A snort left her at the first sentence. He knew her too well already. Only she would try coming into work after having her back burned. A week seemed a little too long though so maybe she’ll try to get him down to three days when he comes back. Her cheeks got a little red at the thought. He’s willingly coming back. She thought to herself, he even wants to cook me dinner? She knew he was doing all of this because she was injured but it still warmed her heart a little bit. No one cared about her like this before, always having to take care of herself and doing everything for other people. Closing her eyes she laid her head down facing away from the sunlight. Warmed at the thought of him coming back to check on her, she fell asleep clutching the letter in her hand anticipating his return.

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Tw: yandere (duh), stalking, possesive behavior, toxic parents, death

Sometimes you feel like you're being watched.

It's a weird feeling, to say the least. Whenever it happens, there’s a very subtle change in the air, but you always gets goosebumps at the back of your neck, and you know that something - no, someone, is watching your movements from the shadows. Whoever does it conceals their presence so well, you don’t think anyone around you ever realizes. The only reason you realise that something feels wrong is because you've been raised preciously in your traditionally oriented family, and you've learned to take cues and be cautious of everyone else's needs, so you’re quite sensitive to changes in your surroundings. 

You’re thankful that you’re childhood friends with Yukimura Seiichi and his younger sister, because somehow you end up being friends with the whole Rikkai Dai tennis club members, and that means you can always count on them to walk you back home. Even though practice mostly run until late, you would rather wait and watch, because it’s still better than going back alone, and you don’t exactly have other close friends. Your parents doesn’t like it, but you manage to convince them that it’s better than being alone in case something happens, since you’re not allowed to have a cellphone.

Besides, you can always count on Marui to stop by some newly opened cake shops, Yukimura to entertain you with his stories of how he had just added a new plant to his collection, and Kirihara to drag you to the convenience store near the school to sneak in some light snacks before dinner. 

But out of all of them your favorite is still Sanada; mainly because he always seem to know what’s in your head.

On the times you don’t feel like going back home (there are very minimal entertainment sources in your house, because your parents hates technology with a passion), he would ask whether you want to drop by your beloved cafe and spend some time here until it’s right before dinner time. Whenever you feel like taking a walk outside before going back home, he’s always there to accompany you, buy you a drink when you’re tired, and sit in silence with you as you stare at the orange colored sky. He just knows.

Sometimes it feels like if you ask him to steal you away from that stuffy prison you call your home, he would comply without question.

There’s a part of you that desperately want to confess to him already.

But that’s unfair to him because you know you’re going to get married off to some guy you never met before. Your parents don’t change their mind that easily, and they’ve continuously drilled this knowledge into you way back since you entered middle school, and the implication is clear in your head - you’re not allowed to have boyfriends. Period.

That, and it’s shameful to confess first, being a woman. Or at least that’s what your parents taught you. You used to think it was common sense, until you saw girls confess to their crushes under the infamous Rikkai sakura tree and you saw how happy they look as a couple at school. It was the first time you realized that maybe your parents aren’t some kind of holy existence that never makes any mistakes.

You think you can just go on with your life. It’s what you’ve been doing all your life; being the perfect daughter for your parents, and then the perfect wife for whoever they want to ship you off to. That’s just how your life is.

“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” Yukimura’s younger sister said when she stopped by your house after the shopping trip to look for Seiichi’s birthday present, and you tell her your situation, “I still think you should just confess to Sanada-san. He’ll make it work somehow.”

“How?” you ask, frowning.

“.... I dunno, but knowing him, he’ll do something about it,” she tilts her head, “I didn’t want to say this but one time onii-chan told me Sanada-san also loves you very very much.”

Ironically, the very morning you decide you would take your only female friend’s advice, is the same morning your parents stop you from coming to school.

“Omiai...? Now? But... I... I have school....”

Your mother says she has already contacted the school. Your father says it doesn’t matter, since once you get married you can just stop attending school altogether. You stare at them in disbelief, unable to believe that this was happening so fast. You’re only in high school. You’re not even an adult yet by law.

You really can’t do this anymore.

You find that your soon-to-be husband is a few years older than you (honestly Sanada would have passed as an adult as well). He’s healthy, first-born son of a well-off family, did fairly well on his academics (Sanada generally does well on his academics too) and is splendidly helping to manage his father’s company (you imagine Sanada as a civil servant or an office worker and you think he’ll just look even better wearing a suit). He’s quite handsome (though Sanada is more handsome, you think) and has no criminal records (you’re pretty sure neither does Sanada). Your parents think he’s perfect (you don’t).

He’s throwing polite compliments to your mother, empty praises to your father, and tells you that you look beautiful in a kimono. If only your parents know how devoid of emotion your smile is, compared to the smile you showed when Sanada awkwardly tells you the same praise upon seeing you with casual clothes for the very first time outside school. If only your parents sees you as their daughter and not mere object. If only.

You’re seeing them off outside the kaiseki restaurant when you feel it. Eyes watching your back, somewhere, somehow. The car of your fiancé drives away, and when it turns into a corner you let out a heavy sigh, which draws the attention of your parents.

You really can’t do this anymore.

“I don’t want this.”

Nothing prepares you for the force against your cheek upon your slip of tongue. Your knees feel weak and you fall down onto the ground, eyes blinking back tears of pain, mind in disarray. Your left cheek stings and your hand instinctively comes up to cover it. Your other hand prickles as they graze against the rough ground. Despite this, the two adults look apathetic as they glare down at you.

Their words of scolding enters your right ear and goes out your other ear without being processed in your brain.

You really can’t do this anymore.

That night, you don’t remember how you manage to sneak out from your house at two in the morning, but the next thing you know you’re already sobbing into the nearest payphone pleading for help, and in just five minutes Sanada shows up, wraps you in his jacket, grabs your freezing cold hand, and leads you to his home.

For some reason he readily has the t̵̜̓ea you like on hand, and the guest room is perfectly prepared and cleaned. It’s as if he knows things would turn out like this.

But then again, he always knows, and you’re so tired and the futon is so comfy and Sanada’s arms feel so safe, so you slip into a deep, deep sleep.̵

When you wake up the next day, you feel a lot lighter and fresher than usual.

It’s thankfully Saturday, and so Sanada lets you sleep in, which is very nice of him. You know he’s a man of routine, so you assume he’s probably doing some kind of training, and you don’t want to disturb him. It would be rude to wander about the house you weren’t formally invited as a guest in, and you can’t just leave without telling Sanada first. There’s a TV in the room, and so you excitedly switch it on, flicking through the channels aimlessly.

It’s when you flick over to the news channel that your excitement completely disappears and is replaced by shock.

Your house - or at least what's left of it - is showing on the TV screen. The wooden building is barely standing, burnt pillars looking like it might crumble any second. In fact, several sections has given out, ashes and soot piling up. The sight is so familiar and yet so foreign. You can point out where the kitchen was, where your bedroom would have been, and yet they don't look like anything you remember.

You listen silently to the news anchor's words but they don't make any sense.

"..... police suspect it's accidental fire....."

"..... the spread was exceptionally quick....."

"..... two unidentified bodies were found and transported...."

Maybe it's five minutes later, or it could even be five hours later, you don't know. But when you hear your name and you turn towards Sanada, your eyes are red and the crushing sadness in your chest has been replaced by a hollowness you don't know if you'll ever be able to fill back in.

"Sanada-san....."

He briefly glances towards the television screen. The burnt down house isn't displayed anymore, but seeing the news program and your physical state are enough for him to piece the information together.

But all he says as he hands you what he was carrying is, "I brought ice for your cheek."

"..... Oh. Thank you."

The coldness feels good against your slightly swollen cheek. The television shuts off. You can see Sanada quietly sitting down in front of you. Still, you keep your head down, not really able to think of any conversation topic at the moment. Not when your world feels like it's falling apart rapidly.

"How are you feeling?"

Surprisingly it's him who tries to start the conversation. Sanada might not be as rigid and silent around you, but you're usually the talker - the one who entertains him, because you're groomed to do so.

"... Not... Good...."

You were always taught to smile and pretend things are okay, but... But it's fine if it's Sanada, you suppose. And it's not like your parents are around anymore to correct your behavior.

The soft call of your name - your first name, makes you look up, eyes wide in surprise. It's so foreign to hear your name in his voice.

"It's going to be okay."

You don't know how he can sound so convinced.

"How can... But I don't... I don't know what to do now..."

You're pretty sure Sanada is preparing to launch into a whole lecture in mind. He's going to tell you to go to the hospital and the police to sort our everything. He's going to ask you whether one of your relatives are in town and bring you there for the time being. And when no one offers you to stay with them, which is very likely seeing as your parents were definitely not the most social people on Earth, then-

"Then leave everything to me."

"..... Huh?"

Sanada sees your shock and apparently interprets it as rejection, for his frown deepens and something dark seems to shift in his eyes.

".... Would you rather go back to that... appointed partner of yours?"

You hadn't even thought of that possibility, and you shake your head immediately in response, a strong denial at the tip of your tongue - before the thought hits you and this time you look at Sanada in confusion, "H-How.... How did you know about the arranged marriage?"

For a moment, the male in front of you looks a tad guilty, but he quickly schools his face to his stone cold expression, though you can still see warmth and concern in his eyes.

"Don't worry about that. More importantly, if you do not wish to be engaged to that man, then-"

"Sanada-san, were you the one who had been stalking me all these time?"

The words come out before you can stop them, sharp and accusatory and it’s as if they echo within the suddenly quiet room.

Please say no.

Maybe all the while you've already known, because how else can he just seem to know what you did whenever he's not around? But the very thought that someone you love, someone who is always so courteous and kind, had been doing such a creepy thing behind your back was just...

Please say no.

"I wasn't stalking you," he says calmly as your heart is palpitating faster.

Yes. Oh, thank g-

"I was guarding you. Making sure you got home safely. That no one is giving you a hard time."

No. No no no nonono no-

"That-That's still stalking," you manage to say, though your voice is shaky and you think you're about to burst into tears or vomit the entirety of your stomach or maybe both, "I can't believe- Of all people, w-why did it had to be you?! Why now! H-How could you..!!"

Again, the sweet sound of your name comes from his lips, and he’s using that soft, loving tone that normally always made you feel all tingly and warm inside, “You need to calm down.”

It's unfair that he's acting like this when you have nothing left to hold on to. You shouldn't be content with crying into his chest; you should be running away and telling the police. It’s unfair how is he so comforting and gentle, with calloused fingers running down your back to comfort you, when you should be pushing him away. But how are you supposed to push away the only person who’s keeping you sane in this bleak nightmare?

"You have me. You have nothing to worry about."

First your family, and now the man you love.

"Let me take care of everything."

It seems like your fate is to be a bird trapped in a birdcage.

"I will make sure n̴o one can hurt my dearest future wife, ev̴er again."

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