Opinion!:

Opinion!:

A character with no trauma at all is boring like WHERE IS THE DRAMA?!?!?! I don't think anyone had such a perfect life girl✋️

Love Leaves Scars: Your Move, My Riddle.

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Warning: Mention of throwing up and being nauseous, Skye and Asnid having a screaming match, reader has a panic attack and faints, Skye is just being herself, and Tobias being a dickhead. (Tell me if I missed some)

Pairing: Oc!reader x Grayson Hawthorne

W.C: 1.4k

The room erupted in yells and accusations. And all of them were directed at me and Avery, but I could barely hear them through the ringing in my ears. I had my hand clutched to my chest, and my vision was blurry. My chest was heaving, and I felt myself gasp for air.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

was all I could hear.

I saw the blurry figure of Asnid arguing against Skye Hawthorne, and I tried to call out her name, but no sound came out. I tried to catch a single word that came out of the older Hawthorne's mouth, but it was no use. Her voice was simply hidden away by the loud sounds of my heart beating against my chest. My throat tightened and I felt less and less air enter my body.

"Breathe, Verity, breathe," I kept telling myself, but it was no use. It was as if no amount of reminding could teach me how to breathe. It was like I was underwater, and every intake of breath hurt and made me even more distressed.

I looked down at my hands and they were shaking uncontrollably. I stood up and felt the room spinning as I did so. I reached a shaking hand towards Asnid, but before I could get a hold of her arm, I felt my eyes close.

With one last final gasp of air, I allowed the darkness to embrace me in its warm and comforting embrace. I just hoped I didn't hit my head and bleed to death when I collapsed.

When I regained consciousness, I was laying in a king-sized bed. I blinked once. Twice. Thrice. My eyes adjusted to the bright light coming from the windows. My head was throbbing as I held it in my hands and sighed.

Once the throbbing subsided, I took in my surroundings. The walls were wrapped in a deep red color with gold intricate patterns. The floor was covered in a soft gray-white that tickled my toes as I walked around the room.

While looking around, I wondered if I was dead and this was the place I would be staying in for the rest of my afterlife.

The bed sat in the very middle, and across from it hung a big TV, possibly 55 inches. A small shelf placed below it held different kinds of books, allowing the guests of the room to enjoy and lose themselves in a reality built on words and imagination.

I was so caught up reading the titles on the spines that I failed to hear the door of my room open. It was only when I felt two arms wrap around my body and the flowery scent of the person's clothes invade my senses that I realized I was indeed alive.

"Asnid," I whispered, her name falling off my tongue so smoothly. I felt water dripping down on my neck where Asnid had buried her head. I chuckled softly and pried her head away from my neck. Her eyes and nose were red, and tears continued to stream down her face.

"I'm okay, Asnid, I'm okay," I assured her and placed her hand on my heart. A sob came out of her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I whispered assuring phrases in her ear and gently patted her head.

It went on for a few more minutes before her breathing started to even out. She sniffled into my shirt, and I jokingly told her not to get snot on my favorite shirt. She shoved me away, laughing, her tears drying on her cheeks.

"Good thing Mr. Blonde guy saved your head before you got to hit it, I was so worried, Vers," she told me, holding my head in her hands.

"Grayson," I said under my breath. "Grayson? That's his name?"

I couldn't help but feel a warm, comforting feeling in my chest at the thought of Grayson's actions.

"Stop with the delusions, Verity," a voice in my head said, and I shook my head and closed my eyes. Focus. Focus. Focus. I repeated over and over.

"This bed feels so soft, Verity," Asnid said as she laid down and rolled around the bed in delight. I looked to my side and smiled at her as I watched her move around the bed and try to get comfortable, until something caught my eye.

There, sitting comfortably on my bedside table, was an envelope. To be specific, the envelope that the lawyers had given us before the will reading started.

The memories from the will reading resurfaced in my mind. From the moment we entered the room to the moment they'd announced me as the new owner of Tobias Hawthorne's belongings.

I started feeling the uncomfortable rumbling in my stomach. It made me sick. I felt like throwing up, but I didn't want to ruin and stink up the carpet.

"All remaining monetary assets and worldly possessions not otherwise specified, I leave to Verity Quinn Rosewood."

The words echoed in my head over and over and over again. The scenes of Asnid and Skye screaming at each other in anger, and Skye pointing her manicured finger at me, accusingly, flashed through my head. Nash and Jameson's laughter. Xander's jokes. Grayson's piercing grey eyes.

"Verity? Are you okay?" Asnid's concerned voice snapped me out of my trance. I tore my eyes away from the envelope and ran a hand through my hair, smiling at her.

I nodded at her, but her eyebrows pinched together, and her eyes continued to stare at me, utterly unconvinced of my response. "Yes, Asnid, I'm fine," I assured her with a soft smile and sat beside her.

Asnid turned to something behind me and reached for something I couldn't see. It wasn't until she placed it on my lap that I realized it was the unopened envelope.

"You should read it," Asnid nodded her head towards the envelope. She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Call me if you need me, I'll just go and check on Avery and Libby," Asnid said. I assumed the two other girls were staying in another room outside of mine.

I heard the soft indication of the door opening and closing. A shaky breath left my lips, and I reached for the envelope laying on my lap. My hands shaking slightly as I held the white paper in my hand.

Open it. Open the letter and read what he wrote.

I carefully ripped open the sealed envelope, and a card sat inside, waiting to be read. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

It's just a letter. Just a letter from the man you hate the most.

I took the card out of the envelope and read the words on it. I was expecting maybe a long explanation of why he chose me as his heir, why he chose to ruin my life again. Maybe I was hoping too much that he'd explain why he did what he did.

It was delusional. But I hoped and hoped and hoped. I was slapped awake by my own delusions.

4 words.

16 words.

"Your move, My Riddle."

No other words or letter were written on the paper. After his message, he had written his initials:

T.T.H.

I threw the card beside me on the bed and cradled my head in my hands. Anger, betrayal, and frustration bubbled in my chest. I wanted to scream and break something to let out my frustration, but I was sure it would be no use.

It would not help me in the slightest. It would not help my ongoing anger towards the now deceased Tobias Hawthorne.

T.T.H.

"Your move, My Riddle."

Riddle...

The words swarm in my head, and I could feel the pain pinching itself in my head once again. I was forced to recall all the times he called me that nickname. The number of times he used to congratulate me with that nickname. The number of times he prompted me to start my move in chess with that nickname.

"Your move, My Riddle."

My Riddle...

I hastily reached for the card again and noticed something I hadn't seen when I first read it.

Your move. My Riddle.

It was not an apostrophe, but a period.

My breath caught in my throat as the words started to make sense now.

It was an indication. He wasn't calling me "my riddle"; he wasn't just saying the phrase he used to say whenever we played chess. Now, this was no longer the chess game we played when I was younger. It wasn't just his little games we played during the weekends.

Tobias Hawthorne. Even in death, you are playing your silly little riddles.

I hurriedly ran to my door and yanked it open. "Asnid—" I began, but the rest of the words I wanted to say became air. Because standing in front of me was none other than Grayson Hawthorne.

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hi!! I've seen your work on pjo and was wondering if I could request a Percy jackson x reader? Where the reader is Will Solace's twin, but unlike Will, who Apollo Described to have inherited all of his best qualities, the Reader, however, inherited the "worst"?

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Warning: usage of y/n, Apollo is a bad dad

Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson

W.C: 2k

Note: I'm planning on making my Percy Jackson tag list! Comment if you want to be part of it! Also if you want to be part of my overall taglist!

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Synopsis: Apollo!Reader finds solace with friends after her father's hurtful favouritism.

I stare blankly at the breathtaking scenery of the beach. The sky is painted a vivid blue with fluffy white clouds adding ethereal decorations. The sun shone brightly, radiating warmth and light to all it touched. But no matter how much scorching heat and comforting radiance the sun exuded, I felt only the bone-chilling temperature from the bitter winter.

I exhaled and watched the puff of smoke become visible in the frosty winter air. The sun gave no aid to remove the biting cold I felt, inside and out. I'm freezing, I'm numb, and no amount of heat could dispel the paralyzing chill that gripped my heart.

"It's freezing out here," I was startled to hear Percy's voice. I turned and saw him in a cozy sweater, his hands tucked into his pockets, shielding them from the bitter cold. "Go back to your cabin, Jackson," I looked back at the mesmerizing scenery before him. I didn't hear a sound from him, and I thought he had returned to his cabin, but I was extremely wrong when I felt him sit down beside me.

"You should be in your cabin getting some warmth, sunshine." There it was, that affectionate nickname he had given me ever since we first met. I wasn't claimed when we both met for the initial time, but he called me sunshine, and even after I was claimed, the endearing moniker still followed me around. "Are you alright? I heard about what happened," Percy says, concern evident in his voice. I heard him sigh when I ignored him and continued to watch the waves crash onto the shore.

The memory of what transpired this morning kept replaying in my mind, and no matter how much I tried to forget it, I couldn't. Because it's impossible to erase that your own father shattered your heart even before any man could.

Me and Will were twins, we looked alike but not the same in terms of interests and personality. He was calm, and I was like a ticking time bomb. He's seen as humble, while I'm perceived to be arrogant. His likes were different from mine, and the same with our dislikes. Twins but exactly opposite from each other. Other campers thought I was Ares's child until they found out I was Will's twin sister. I guess that's why my father favoured Will all the time.

"Why can't you be like your brother?" Apollo asks in a booming voice that makes me flinch. "Why are you such a disgrace!" It sounded like a question, but it isn't. He meant it to be a declaration. That I am a disgrace. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I did not let them. The last thing I want to do is to cry in front of my father.

He continued to stare at me with so much loathing and contempt in his eyes. He didn't have to say it in words. I saw it, felt it. He despised me. Every single part of me, he hated it. At that moment, I realized that I would never be his perfect little Will. No matter how much I tried to make him proud, it would be useless because I would always be last to Will. I will always be his least favourite daughter.

"Will inherited all my best qualities, and you, inherited all the worst," He said with venom in his words. I looked down and closed my eyes when he turned into light and disappeared. Will entered the cabin seconds later and was shocked to see me alone with tears behind my eyes.

He opened his mouth to ask me what happened, but I darted out the door before he could even let out a single word.

I didn't even realize I was crying until Percy wrapped his arms around me and ran his fingers through my hair to calm me down. "It's going to be alright," He whispered gently in my ear. I cried my heart out into his chest. I allowed all the tears I've been hiding to flow down. I felt guilty for soaking Percy's sweater with my tears, but he did encourage me to continue until I no longer had any tears to give.

It lasted for almost 20 minutes. 20 minutes of my sobs and gasps for air, and Percy stayed the whole 20 minutes, whispering sweet encouragements and soothing words into my ear. As the last few tears I had finally dried, I gently removed myself from Percy's embrace.

He stared at me with his mesmerizing sea-coloured eyes that were filled with so much concern. I took a few deep breaths to calm me down, and when I finally did, I gave him a soft smile. He smiles back at me and places a tender kiss on my forehead.

I gaze off into the distance, admiring the captivating view of the ocean and the sky. Percy continued to draw delicate circles with his fingertips on my bare skin. I release a breath and allow my eyes to close and, for once, relax.

I rest my head on Percy's shoulder and continue to keep my eyes closed. Percy whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I block out every bad memory and thought that entered my mind and focused on Percy's soothing words.

"We should get out of here, you'll get sick my love," Percy whispered. He helped me stand up from the sand and held my hand as we both walked back to the Apollo cabin.

"Are you feeling better now? You can stay with me at my cabin, love. I don't mind," Said Percy. I gave him a soft smile and shook my head before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. A soft pink tint on his cheeks was evident.

"I'll see you during dinner, Perc," I wave him goodbye and walked inside the cabin. I was immediately engulfed in a warm hug by 3 of my siblings, the 4 of us falling down on the floor.

"Off! Off! I wave the white flag!" I gasp, and all 3 of them got off and laid down on the floor beside me. "Oh, I think I just had a concussion," I say, holding my chest. "You're overreacting, Twinnie," Will said, and I gave him a playful smack to the arm.

"We heard what happened, sis," Kayla says, and I let out another sigh as I was reminded of the painful memory.

"We think you're the best, Y/n. You're the better twin," Austin joked. "I'm hurt, Austin," Will pretended to cry on my shoulder, which I shoved him away, laughing at his antics.

"We love you, Y/n," Austin, Kayla, and Will said in unison. I smiled and felt myself tear up from their heartfelt words. "Awwww, are you going to cry?" Will asked teasingly. "I never thought you were a crybaby, Y/n," Austin joked. Both of them earned a playful slap from me.

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and smiles. The awful memory from this morning had already slipped my mind. My mind now filled with more happy and better memories created with my siblings. I couldn't ask for more.

Me having a hard time writing for Aegon because his character is too complex:

Me having a hard time writing for Jace because his character is too simple:

꩜ .ᐟ 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦! ★ 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟑)

ִ ࣪𖤐 characters: kenji sato as himself; you as the coach's daughter ִ ࣪𖤐 summary: it was an unwritten rule that the coach's daughter is off-limits. too bad kenji sato has a hankering for forbidden fruit. oh, he tried to resist it alright, not wishing to risk the ire of the coach but boy did you make it hard for him. ִ ࣪𖤐 tags: whipped kenji sato, kenji sato in his loser and pathetic era, self-indulgent self-insert, bamf reader

Kenji Sato was merely strolling through the neighborhood, weary to the bone after nursing Emi to sleep. It was a little past midnight, but even then, the city hummed with its own heartbeat —a symphony of distant sirens, the occasional screech of tires, and the steady murmur of conversations drifting upward. He had just turned a corner to a batting cage that he knew never closed when he chanced upon you.

You were wearing a baseball jersey that seemed several sizes too big on you, and shorts that revealed an expanse of milky thighs. You had a cap on backwards, with your hair neatly tied up in a ponytail. He would be lying if he said that didn't make him feel things. He had to do a double take because he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating.

You were practicing your pitch. No, wait. That's an understatement. You were throwing as though competing in the world championship and not merely hitting mark after mark in a batting cage. Kenji couldn't help but admire you. Your pitches were a blend of power and finesse, each one finding its mark with uncanny accuracy.

With each pitch, you adjusted your approach—mixing in curveballs that broke sharply, sliders that darted sideways, and sinkers that dipped low. You varied your speeds and locations, testing your control and honing your ability to keep hitters off balance.

And every time you landed a hit, you smiled. Your smile hid secrets that Kenji Sato desperately wanted to pry from your lips. Under the glaring lights of the batting cage, you glowed like a shooting star over barren wasteland.

Kenji burned with the need to meet you. He quickened his pace until he found himself joining you in the cage.

Laughter rang out the otherwise quiet baseball park. You watched the man, who had introduced himself as Kenji, mumble obscenities under his breath as he missed pitch after pitch.

"Damn it, woman," He finally said out loud, his expression warring between amusement and annoyance. "Who taught you how to do that?"

"My father!" You called back, leaning back on the balls of your feet as Kenji came to approach you. His powerful well-muscled body moved with easy grace.

"You have got to introduce me," He said, panting slightly from the night's exertions. "Need him to teach me those moves."

You craned your neck to look at him. He was a good deal taller than you were. Up close, his shoulders were wider than you had anticipated. His black hair gleamed in the lights. His firm mouth was curled as though always on the edge of laughter. He was a man in every sense of the word. You weren't sure if your throat was dry because of practice or because of him.

"Eh, I don't think he'd teach the likes of you," You said rather wearily, suddenly hyper-aware of your proximity and the fact that you were glistening with sweat. You probably smelled, too. A faint pink blush coated your cheeks when Kenji leaned closer.

"Why's that?" He asked, clear eyes shining with intrigue. "Man hasn't met me yet."

You stepped back in surprise. "You're cocky," You blurted out, averting your gaze from Kenji's scrutiny.

He puffed out his chest. "I think I'm entitled to some bragging rights," He said tersely.

You arched an eyebrow at him, "Really? Coming from the man who couldn't even hit a single one of my throws?"

Kenji quickly deflated. "Hey, I was just...taking it easy on you..." He mumbled begrudgingly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

You laughed and started walking towards the exit. "Sure ya are, sport."

Your laughter tugged at his heartstrings and made his pulse skittish. Kenji was pleased at himself for making you laugh.

"I really am!" He defended, jogging to catch you. "If you wanna go another round, I'd be more than willing to."

You shrugged him off. "As much as I want to wipe the floor with your ass," At this, Kenji let out a derisive snort of offense. You snickered. "I'm beat, Kenji," You added exhaustedly.

Kenji Sato felt his spirits drop to the soles of his feet. He wasn't quite ready to part ways. He glanced at his watch. It was already four a.m. He quickly caught your wrist as an idea sprung on him. "I know a place."

Kenji Sato thanked the heavens above that Tatsuya was still open. He wasn't sure it would be, it was hard to think of other places to go to when you had your arms wrapped around his torso. The streets were empty and Kenji's motorcycle roared with life as it glided through the city. He wanted to drive well within the speed limit, but you had objected, saying something along the lines of, "This bike's made to fly!"

He indulged you, how could he say no to a pretty lady? His chest squeezed every time you laughed giddily and urged him to go faster. It didn't do his poor heart any favors when you tightened your grasp around his waist every time he sped up.

The thrum of the engine beneath Kenji only matched the rush of his bloodstream. It was a long time since he felt like this. Frankly, he doubted he ever could. His life primarily revolved around being Ultraman, and being baseball player, and babysitter to a needy infant Kaiju.

For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was just Kenji Sato with you.

Sitting across you and sharing a meal was the most peace he had in months. He leaned eagerly across the table, his eyes hungrily taking you in. Kenji had more appetite for you than for the Okonomiyaki set before him.

You were happily eating the gyudon you ordered, until you noticed that Kenji wasn't. Confusion set on your features. Swallowing perceptibly, you fixed a bite for him. He looked like he wanted a piece of what you were eating.

Kenji tried to hide his laughter as you raised your spoon to his mouth. "Here, try some. It's really good." You coaxed, smiling brightly at him. Kenji's heart pounded at how fucking cute you were. He couldn't remember the last time someone fed him.

He leaned forward and reluctantly took a bite, a faint blush coating his cheeks.

"MMM..." He said, chewing enthusiastically in the face of your expectant gaze.

'If my team could see me now...' Kenji didn't even want to finish that thought.

"So what do you do, Y/N?" Kenji asked, washing down his bite with a glass of water.

"I'm studying to be a kinesiologist," Y/N supplied, dabbing at the corners of her mouth with a tissue. "My father disapproved, wanting me to take up business or law but I lived and breathed baseball. He didn't want me to play the league, so we came to a compromise." You recounted, chuckling. "It was the closest I could get to the action while still maintaining my parents' approval." You added ruefully.

You lifted your gaze to Kenji's somber expression. He was resting his face on the palms of his hands, regarding you seriously. His grey eyes were like summer lightning. You feared you would lose yourself in them. You cleared your throat awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly before leaning forward. "So, why did you become a baseball player?"

Kenji leaned back. His eyes softened, his mouth curved into a warm smile. "My mom. We were big Giants fans. Every time Hideki Matsui would score a home run, we'd do this little cheer — here, lemme show you..." Kenji stood up (much to your amazement) and ran in tiny little circles, one arm outstretched and the other holding up his index finger imitating a foam hand, accompanied by chanting the Giant's baseball cheer.

You promptly burst out into laughter, but Kenji didn't seem to mind. Instead, he lifted you off your seat and into his arms, "Come on, babe, ya have to do it, too. More effective that way." He said softly, his lips close to your ear.

Goosebumps rose at the back of your neck and down your arms. You briefly wondered if he could hear how much your pulse raced at the proximity. The shopkeeper, who was polishing the glasses, looked at the two of you like you'd grown two heads and grimaced.

Young ones, these days.

"You're a girl dad, too?" You repeated, biting into what was supposed to be Kenji's custard cream puff. Kenji laughed when a smudge of cream lingered at the corners of your mouth. He leaned forward and wiped it off with his thumb, licking the offending custard clean off his finger.

You watched with rapt attention as his tongue darted out, wondering idly (thirstily) if this was normal behavior to have with someone one just met. Your eyes traced his every movement as he leaned against his motorcycle. You were also leaning against his bike, perched close enough to Kenji that your shoulder brushed with his.

The fluorescent lights of the 7/11 store the two of you suddenly found yourselves in, cast a gentle glow over Kenji's features. His dark eyes shimmered with tenderness, a look you weren't quite sure has ever been directed to you in your entire life.

'So this is what it's like to be on the receiving end,' You thought, warmth blooming in your chest.

"Emi. Named after my mom," He supplied after a few beats of silence. "Pain in my ass, that girl. Hasn't let me sleep in three months." He added gruffly, but there was no mistaking the note of adoration in his voice.

Your lips quirked into a smile as you imagined Kenji with a baby, but a sense of foreboding washed over you. "And her mom?" You asked carefully.

'It would suck terribly if he was already married,' You thought glumly, your shoulders slumping slightly.

Kenji's eyebrows rose, and he laughed weakly. "Nothing like that. I adopted her. No mom in the picture." He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he peered down at you.

'JACKPOT.' You thought triumphantly.

Kenji failed to notice your quick mood swings, much too focused on the chocolate eclair he was snacking on. However, there was a question he was itching to ask you all night.

"And yourself?" He asked in between mouthfuls. "Do you and your boyfriend ever watch baseball games together? I have an upcoming game and you could — ah, bring your guy around..." His tone casual, but nothing about the way Kenji's insides were turning and twisting was casual.

You snorted in an unladylike fashion that made Kenji chuckle. "No. No boyfriend, but I'd gladly watch your game." You said, shooting him a bright smile.

Kenji's heart sang with delight and he resisted the urge to kiss you right then and there. "Cool, cool, cool," He said in rapid succession, but he quickly backtracked for fear that he may have offended you. "I mean, cool that you can come watch my game...not cool that you don't have a boyfriend. I mean, that's okay...pffft...boyfriends are overrated, anyways." He said, scratching the back of his head.

Satisfaction pursed your mouth. "To be clear, I'm just attending to see the opposing team kick your butt."

Kenji rolled his eyes before leaning down to your eye-level, "Sorry to disappoint, darling, but I'll be the one doin' the ass-kickin'."

Darling. Good Lord. It made your toes curl in exhilaration.

Your breath caught at your throat but you met his gaze unflinchingly. "Well, sweetheart, if your performance is anything like tonight, I'd be better off betting on your opponent than on you."

Kenji grinned at your feisty remark, but refused to rise to your bait. "Come on, baby, I best get you home. Think fatigue's getting to your head, 'cause there's no way in hell I'm gonna lose next week."

A pang of disappointment tugged at your heart at the mention of going home, but knew that Kenji was right. The desserts the two of you had been eating were long gone. You watched as Kenji unlatched his helmet from the hooks on his bike.

Kenji noticed your sudden disquiet. He held the helmet to his hip, eying you carefully. He didn't want to drive you home yet, but he was not blind to the exhaustion in your eyes and the sleepy droop in your limbs.

"What?" He teased, approaching you. "No comeback?"

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from breaking out into giggles. God, this man. Instead, you shrugged your shoulders noncommittally. "Hey now, just didn't want to break your ego. I hear the big ones bruise like a peach."

His laugh was low and throaty. You could listen to him all day. He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering briefly as if savoring the moment. "Come to my game. You can trample my ego any time. For now, I gotta get you home, angel."

The drive home was one that you swore you would never forget. Kenji insisted you sit in front.

"So I can catch you when you fall asleep, doll," He murmured against your ear as he caged you in with his arms. Strong, firm, and protective. His long legs crowded you in until you were snug and safely pressed against him.

There was no danger of you falling asleep, of course. Not when he held you so close, with your back to his warm chest. Your skin tingled, but not from the cold night air. It was as though he set fire to your entire being.

The ride felt unbelievably short and long at the same time. When he stopped in front of your apartment, you baulked at the idea of getting off his bike. Momentarily, you debated feigning sleep just so he would carry you over the threshold.

"Here we are, babe," He said softly, assuming that you had fallen asleep. You were grateful for the helmet that hid your blush.

Kenji walked you to your door, like the gentleman that he was. You reached your doorstep, and turned to face Kenji, lingering in the moment before saying good night. Kenji stood close, his hands buried deep in his pockets, a gesture that seemed more about self-restraint than warmth.

"Thank you for tonight," You said softly, your voice betraying the flutter in your chest.

Kenji nodded, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again. "My pleasure."

Silence settled between you two, charged with unspoken words and the weight of mutual attraction. Kenji took a small step closer, enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. You held your breath, mind spinning with the possibilities of what could happen next. Kenji's eyes flickered down to your lips for a fleeting moment before meeting your gaze once more.

"I should go," Kenji murmured, though his tone held a hint of reluctance.

You nodded, your throat suddenly dry as you struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, of course."

"Goodnight, Y/N," Kenji whispered, his voice low and intimate.

"Goodnight, Kenji," You replied softly.

Kenji turned and walked back to his motorcycle. You watched him go, your heart pounding with longing. The engine rumbled to life with a throaty growl as Kenji swung himself onto the seat, the familiar vibrations of the bike beneath him calming his racing thoughts. He adjusted his helmet, securing it snugly under his chin, before flicking on the headlights and glancing back at you one last time.

He waved back one last time before disappearing into the inky darkness.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi! Had this sitting on my drafts for a week. I wrote and re-wrote this several times before I was finally satisfied. Let me know what you think! Like, reply, reblog!

forgot tumblr existed but these pics have been on my mind NONSTOP.

the compression shirt

grey sweats

his ARMS.

the veins

his hair

his side profile

his necklace

anywhere everywhere like holy SHIT