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hollaforlyla · 1 year ago

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๋࣭ ⭑ sitting on their lap. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: short scenario. imagine

characters: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, ranpo, kunikida, and akutagawa

warnings: lowercase writing and sugguestive(NO NSFW)

๋࣭ ⭑ dazai smirks slightly, watching you stand from your seat and streched, "is that a yes?" he asked, causing you to glare at him; lowering your arms. "you tell me~" you teased, causing his grin to wide. he's seated on the bed, legs closed and streched along the sheets. slowly, you walked toward him, sitting directly on his thighs, facing him. you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder and he rubbed your back gently, his hands finding under yoir shirt and his nails traced shapes along your skin. "what did you have in mind, hm?" he teased, grinning as he heard you giggle as he traced his fingers down your spine and stop by the dips in your hips. "oh~ your just full of surprises, belladonna~ you thought...you naughty dog~" and thats when he squeezed your hips, causing you to shriek and jump, quickly falling onto the matress with your boyfriend following you, kneading up and down your torso. laughs escaped your lips, "naughty dog, indeed~"

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya was quiet, looking back at you. he slowly turned in his seat and your eyes met his own. "can you what?" he asked you to repeat, causing you to smile. "can i sit on your lap?" chuuya, this time, gave you a sly smirk, sighing as he turned around fully and tapped his thigh, "whatever, just don't do anything to mess up my work." he threatend, and you didn't need to be hold twice. you pratcially flopped against his his body, his arms wrapped around your waist as he turned back on his chair to face the desk. he had his chin on your shoulder and you had your chin resting on his head. his hat was sitting ontop of the bedstool, so you had free access to his hair. as you twirled his hair right around his neck around your finger, he closed his eyes, almost dropping his pencil out of his hands. "chuu?" you called his name out, however your only response was a soft snores from your boyfriend<3

๋࣭ ⭑atsushi blushed when you randomly sat on his lap while he was peacefully minding his own business, trying to finish some paper work. he froze, not moving when he felt your move a little on his lap. "y-y/n!" he stuttered, coughing slighly. "what? is this bothering you?~" you knew he was flustered, anyone could tell from a mile away, however you couldn't stop yourself from teasing him. "n-no..i actually-" he quickly stopped himself, sucking his stomach in and tried to start writing again. "hm?~ what? what we're you going to say?" you traced your finger up hos thigh, causing him to shiver. "babe...w-we're at..work!" he tried to sound serious, but he couldnt help but melt in your touch. all of a sudden, kunikida walked in and you we're flung across the room when he suddenly rockets upward. kunikida watched your body hit the wall beside him, and he looked back at atsushi, who was as red as strawberry. beads of sweat fell from his face. "ku-kunikida! hi! h-how's your-" "i cannot deal with you two today, so just...do your job then...continue when your somewhere more..private..." you gave him a thumbs up, cauaing atsushi to blush; "Y/N!"

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo whispered in your ear; "i already know what your going go ask, y/n~ why don't you just speak up?" you whined, hiding your face in your hands as ranpo sat in front of you, rubbing your legs gently. "awh~ don't be like that...i was just messin' with you." he takes youe waist and draps you on his lap, leaning back on the bedframe. he traced his nails on your bare back, his arm stuffed up the back of your shirt. "was this so hard to ask for?~" god you hate it when he teases you like this. you nod slightly, hiding your face in his chest. he smiled at your shyness, resting his chin on your head. "i like this..." he admitted, "we should do this more often, of course, i get my turn being held~" he kissed your temple, giggling to himself.

๋࣭ ⭑ kunikida is not thr biggest pda fan, so when you offered to sit on his lap while he worked- he wasn't sure how to respond. "now? y/n, we we're on break 10 minutes ago- no, 15 minutes ago-" he corrected himself, looking at his watch; "and your now asking that?" you gave him a goofy smile, shrugging your shoulders. you already standing in front of him, awaiting his response. he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "..fine." you we're actually surpirsed he agreed and with a proud look on your face, you circled around his desk and sat on his lap, facing his desk and papers. he wrapped one hand around your waist slowly, not wanting to rush, and wrote with his other hand. you leaned back into his chest, pointing out small, non-related mistakes he made, causing him yo almost push you off.

๋࣭ ⭑ akutagawa had his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing tickling you as you scrolled through the media on your phone. he rubbed his hands up and down your back, relaxing you. it also relaxed him, the calm silence causing his eyes to keep drooping. "if you want to...you can take a nap." you whispered, putting your phone down and traced shapes on his back. he played with your neck hairs and sighed. "don't worry, i'll wake you up in a couple of hours.." you smiled, hoping he would take on the offer. fortunaly, he was soon fast asleep moments later<3

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morganski-19 · 10 months ago

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The One with the Child

Robin and Nancy walk into the café after a long day of work. Stopping when they see Jonathan sitting on the couch reading a book with a toddler sitting next to him, playing with a toy. They share a confused look before walking around the couch.

“Hey Jon,” Nancy leads.

Jonathan looks up from his book. “Oh, hey guys. How was work?”

“Uh, fine,” Nancy says, still confused. “Just one, tiny, quick question.”

“Whose child is that?” Robin points at the toddler looking up at them with big eyes.

“Oh, right, this is Argyle’s niece, Stella. He’s in the bathroom, so I’m watching her for a minute.”

Robin flops on the armchair. “Oh, thank God. I thought that was just a random kid.”

Jonathan gives her a weird look. “Did you think I just stole a child? What gave you the impression that I would do that?”

Robin shrugs. “Someone could have just left the child here. You don’t know. That happens. You would be surprised how many times Steve has had to stay afterschool to sit with a kid whose parent forgot to come pick them up.”

“To be fair, my mom did that a few times when I was a kid.” Nancy pulls one of the other chairs closer. “Only a few times though.”

“My mom did that too. Happens when you’re a single mom.”

Argyle comes back from the bathroom, hair braided down his back. “Hey dudes. You meet Stella?” He sits down on the couch, Stella grabbing his arm and hiding behind it. “She’s a bit shy.”

“Robin thought I stole her.”

Robin makes a high-pitched noise. “I did not. I thought you were picked by a lazy parent to be entrusted with their child. That is far different than stealing.”

“Still doesn’t make it any better.”

Robin rolls her eyes, getting up to go order a coffee at the bar.

“Which sister is Stella’s mom?” Nancy asks, trying to change the conversation.

Argyle tries to get Stella to loosen her grip on his arm but fails. “Julia. She has a job interview in the city today so I’m watching her.”

“And you brought her here?” Robin sits back down with her coffee.

“Hey, this is a family friendly establishment until seven and by then she will be back with her mom. She should be done soon to come pick her up.”

Eddie walks into the café, waving as he orders a coffee at the bar. Doing a double take when he sits down, eyes wide.

“I know I’ve only known you guys for like a year but none of you had a secret kid, right?”

“No, this is my sister’s kid. I’m watching her for a few hours.”

Eddie relaxes in his seat. “Oh, thank God. I could not have dealt with that twice in one week.”

Nancy perks up. “Twice?”

“Yeah, remember my buddy Jeff from high school. Apparently, him and his girl are expecting. Sent me into a whole crisis.”

“Oh, that’s why you were cleaning your room a few days ago.”

“I’m offended that’s why you think I was cleaning, but you’re correct.”

“Why were you having a crisis?” Robin asks over her coffee. “It’s not like we’re not at an age where people we know start having kids.”

Eddie makes a large gesture. “That’s why I was having a crisis. It was the first one of my friends that is taking that next step in life. While I’m still stuck between two jobs, not in a relationship, and a giant fucking mess. Sorry,” he apologizes to Argyle.

“She’s two, she doesn’t know what that word means,” Argyle assures.

Steve comes into the café and sits on the chair next to Eddie. Covering his face in his hands. “If I see another first grader, it’ll be too soon.”

“Bad day.” Robin gives him a sympathetic look.

Steve nods. “Three kids had to be sent to the nurse because they were sick. Three, like visibly sick. They shouldn’t have even been sent in at all. And then the rest were just on edge and didn’t want to settle down after recess. And.” He finally spots Stella on the couch. “One of your sister’s kids?”

Argyle nods. “Yeah. Her mom should be here soon, so don’t worry.”

“I said first graders for a reason. They are monsters. What’s her name?”

“Stella. Do you want to say hi?” he asks her. Stella gives Steve a small wave.

Steve melts a little bit. “You have just made my whole day, Stella.”

A woman who looks a little like Argyle walks into the café. Argyle notices her and stands, picking up Stella from the couch. “Hey, Jules. How was the interview?”

“Pretty good. Thanks for watching her again, I appreciate it.” She takes Stella out of Argyle’s arms. “Did you have a good time with Uncle Argyle?” Stella nods into her mother’s shoulder. “Hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

Argyle shakes his head. “Not at all. Right Jon?”

“Yeah, not at all.”

Julia nods, finally realizing the rest of the group.

“Oh right, Julie, these are my friends. You’ve met some of them. Dudes, this is my sister Julia.”

The group gives a mix of greetings before going back to separate conversations. Julia says hello back before Argyle walks her out of the café.

“It was seriously no trouble watching her, it was nice to see her. And you.”

“I know. Wish I could stay more, but we got to get back.”

“If you need a place to stay, you can chill at our place. I’ll take the couch so you can have a bed.”

Julia shakes her head. “That sweet but I didn’t pack an overnight bag. If we leave now, we might make it before the next rush hour. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you and Jon.”

“Nonsense. You know you’re always welcome at our place.”

“When are you two finally going to cut the crap and get together already. The whole family’s been waiting for it.”

Argyle groans. “Tell me there’s not a betting pool.”

“You already know the answer to that.”

“Jesus. I’m not sure we even ever will. He’s like the first best friend I’ve ever had, I don’t want to lose him over some stupid feelings.”

Stella coos, grabbing at her mom’s hair. “We should go before she starts getting fussy. For what it’s worth, I don’t think you will. You might not believe me, but there’s more hope than you think there is. From an outsider’s perspective.”

“So, I can blame you when everything goes up in flames. Nice.” Julie gently slaps his arm. “Call me when you get back, alright.”

“I will. Wave goodbye to Uncle Argyle, Stella.”

“Bye, bye,” Steve whispers with a small wave.

Argyle smiles. “Bye, Stella. Nice seeing you both.”

They walk down the street to where Julia parked as Argyle returns to the café.

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serialkilluh1996 · 2 months ago

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Bimboish-female-reader

Warnings; none. Just pure foolery.

Simon loved you. He wouldn't admit it, of course, but you were his favorite subordinate. You were kind and generous, like some princess who belonged in a castle, only to have wound up working as his assistant. He wondered how you even got hired at such a tough place. Maybe you'd sprinkled fairy dust on your application.

You made him weak, merely a facade of the stone cold man he used to be. It's like you had dug a hole in his heart, making a soft spot for yourself to burrow in. You made coming to work more bearable for Simon.

He was eager more willing to get up in the morning cause he knew he'd see you not once, not twice, but a plethora of times throughout the day. He'd see your defined smile and your lively eyes and your bubbly enthusiasm. Simon was convinced it was all just a facade you put on at work. There was no way someone could be this....happy all the time.

You walk into his office, a grin on your face so firm that it pulled the skin from your throat. "You called, Mr. Riley?" "It's lieutenant, sweetheart. But, yeah, I did." He didn't seem as chipper to see you today. He never expressed true happiness anyway. He was just more neutral when you were around. Not today, though. His brows were tense, his eyes were squinted, a tight and precise stare glaring you down like a sniper. "Have a seat." He demands, waving his hand in a come hither motion.

You comply, skipping over to the chair before plopping down and spinning in it. "Don't spend in the chair, please. I'm already on HR's ass about replacing these before they give out."

"Right, of course." You kick out your foot, stopping yourself on the desk, eyes landing directly on his. He looked pretty upset about something.

"I got a complaint about you being out with my men last night. Wanna explain what's going on?" He leans forward accusingly, elbows against the desk and hands under his chin. "Well, we were just out for drinks an–" "Oh, you were out for drinksss?" He says sarcastically, slightly more irritated. "And let me guess, you went home with them too?"

"Of course I did." "Oh, christ." He facepalms, leaning back in his chair, making it creak under his weight.

"Let me explain somethin'. You are MY assistant, you got that? That means your work here is exclusive to me and what I ask you to do. You don't take orders from anyone else here. Not even the captain. Therefore, you have no need or reason to be fraternizing with my men." He lectures you, now visibly angry.

You could tell that going home with them was what pushed him other the edge. "I couldn't let them go alone. They were too drunk to drive." You defended. "Sweetheart, these are grown men. They know their limit and they purposely exceeded it. It's not your responsibility to baby them. They can face the consequences of their actions. They are dangerous individuals that you should distance yourself from. You don't know my men."

"Of course I know them, we see eachother everyday." Simon sighs at your statement. "I'd like to believe that too. but at the end of the day, men always have ulterior motives."

"Ulterior motives?" You tilt your head in confusion. He huffs, muttering under his breath. "Alright, let's say Price, for example. You're this cute girl, smaller than most of the people here. And price is this huge caption, some hairy old weirdo pushing 40. And he invites you over his house. What do you think he wants from you?" His brow arches. "Well, I don't really know John enough to know what he wants."

".....god, why...." it took everything in his will power to hold back his emotions. How could you be so dense? He breathes, steadying himself for the next question.

"Well, would you go or not?" "Yes!" "Yes!?" His voice is strained with shock and distress. "Well, how else am I gonna find out what he wants?" You fold your arms, becoming upset yourself. "Did it not even cross your mind to just ask?!"

"Well, what if he lies?" "What if he lies...." Simon repeats, chuckling under the aggravation, holding back how much you were angering him. How could you be this...slow? "And that's your concern.....tell me, sweetheart...how old are you?" "21." You respond, a small pout in your tone.

"Twenty..one... just...take the week off. I want you to come by my office later on tonight..." "for what?" You ask. "Does it matter if I tell you? What if I lie?" He laughs with exhaustion, and you follow suite. You two were gonna have a looong talk.

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estrellami-1 · 1 year ago

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Just then Eddie walks in, raising his brows at the veritable mountain of food Steve and Eleven are putting together. “What’s all this?”

Steve smiles warmly at him. “Hey, Eds,” he says, which is certainly an experience. He’s spoken roughly twice with the guy—in his memory—but Steve’s three chapters—nay, three books ahead. Eddie is Frodo, about to embark on his first journey, and Steve is Bilbo, or even Gandalf: someone who’s done this all before, whose eyes carry the weight of worlds.

Speaking of, Steve’s eyes dim slightly the longer Eddie takes to answer, so he waves his fingers at Steve, trying to ignore the swoop in his stomach when Steve’s smile brightens again. “So… what’s this?”

“Dinner,” Eleven answers. “We are making sandwiches.”

Eddie nods, because sure. Why not. “Okay.”

“How’s the song coming?” Steve asks, and the swoop returns, because not only is Steve asking, but he’s asking about Metallica, and Eddie’s gay, metal little heart can’t take it.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, grinning. “It’s so good, oh my god. I mean, it’s gonna take a bit to learn, but it’s gonna be the most metal solo I’ve ever done.”

Steve’s smile dims again. Probably because he’s remembering what happened last time, i.e., Eddie’s death. Eddie pushes down the queasy feeling.

“Eddie,” Eleven says.

“Yeah?”

She turns to face him. Her eyes are more serious than any twelve-year-old’s eyes have any right to be. “You will be okay,” she says. Then, apropos of nothing, “And I can move things with my mind.”

Eddie blinks at that. Apparently his face is doing something, because Steve chimes in. “She can.”

“I can show you,” she volunteers.

“Anything but the utensils,” Steve says in a distracted voice, like this isn’t the first time he’s had this conversation. Eddie wants to laugh hysterically, or maybe cry. Smoking a joint seems like the best third option, except all his stuff is at home. Fuck.

Then she does, lifts a whole cutting board—complete with tomatoes— and moves it over to him. He resists the impulse to snatch a piece and eat it. He doesn’t even like tomatoes, what the fuck, brain.

Steve’s watching with an amused little smile, like he can somehow read Eddie’s mind. That legitimately wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen today, so Eddie does his best to stop thinking about it, because he doesn’t think he can deal with more than one real-life superpower right now.

“I need that back, El,” Steve murmurs, and she grins at him before zipping it back over, stopping it just before it hits his face. He nods, brows raised, impressed. “Nice control. Put it down and go wipe your nose, please.”

She does, Steve watching her as she goes, fond little grin on his face. “She’s a good kid.”

“She can move things with her mind.”

“Yeah. Honestly, that’s one of the easier things to get used to. Y’know one of the craziest things, to me?”

“Do I want to know?” Eddie asks hesitantly.

Steve just grins at him. “Jonathan Byers has this baseball bat that he sticks a bunch of nails in.”

Eddie blinks at him. “What the actual fuck.”

Steve nods. “I took it, sometime back during the first year. Actually,” he thinks about it, “what month are we in?”

“Um. October.”

Steve winces. “Great. October…”

“Um. Twenty-fourth.”

Steve hums and thinks. “In about… less than a week, actually, I think—I don’t really know, the concussion messed up my days—oh, hey!” He suddenly says excitedly, then raises his voice. “Rob!”

Robin pops her head in a moment later. “What’s up?”

He grins at her. “No concussions!”

She stares. Slowly, a grin spreads across her face. “Holy shit!” She says. “No concussions!”

“No memory loss!”

“No hearing loss!”

“No eyesight problems!”

She freezes. “Steve. You were having vision issues?”

“Um. Not anymore?”

She groans. “Since when?”

“Um…” he thinks, tilting his head toward the ceiling. “Billy, I think. At least that’s the first time I really noticed it.”

She sighs. “I’m going to murder you.”

“Are not.”

“In cold blood.”

“Are not.”

“Nancy’ll help.”

Steve considers this. “She might. She’d be good at it.”

They both pause for a moment, then Robin turns to leave. “I’m gonna go make sure Jon doesn’t give you a concussion this time.”

“Have him make the nail bat, too!” Steve calls as she leaves.

“What,” Eddie says desperately, “the fuck.”

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thescarletnargacuga · 6 months ago

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Human!Caine trying to bathe puppy!Bubble! (You can make it showtime, if you wish lol)

A/N: AWWWWWW!!!

BATH TIME

A HUMAN!SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: none! Just slice of life domestic fluff

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"Come on, Bubble! Work with me here!" Caine struggled to get his medium sized, mud covered mutt through the bathroom door. "Alright, you've forced my hand. Come here!" He picked up Bubble, smearing mud down the front of his shirt.

Bubble braces his front paws against the doorframe in defiance.

Pomni giggles from behind her phone, recording her husband trying to give their dog a bath. "Why didn't you hose him down out back first?"

"Because he wouldn't stop eating the water." Caine tried maneuvering Bubble through the narrow threshold without getting too many marks on the walls. "Are you going to stand there laughing the whole time or are you going to help?"

"Hmmmmm, I think you've got this."

Caine playfully glared at his wife as he finally got Bubble through the door. Pomni came in behind him and shut the door. The tub was already running with warm water, dog shampoo bottles at the ready.

Caine set Bubble down inside the tub. "Come on, boy. You love water. You'll be fine."

Bubble immediately tried to get out, whining. Caine put an arm around Bubble, preventing escape. Bubble looked to Pomni with sad puppy eyes.

"You're okay, buddy. Daddy's gonna clean you up." Pomni spoke in a soothing voice to calm the pup. "How did he end up like this anyway?"

Caine used the shower extension to start rinsing the mud out of Bubble's fur. "It rained last night and he found every mud puddle at the dog park."

"Aw, buddy. Did you have fun?" Pomni kneeled down to record Bubble's adorable face.

Bubble wagged his tail and tried to lick the phone.

"He had so much fun, he didn't want to leave. If you think getting him into the bathroom was difficult, you should have seen me trying to get him in the car." Caine chuckled, then realized. "Uh... Don't use the car anytime soon."

Pomni laughed. "It's that bad?"

"The backseat...the front..."

"What?" Pomni continued to laugh.

Caine grinned. "The steering wheel....the roof..."

"Oh my god!" Pomni almost dropped her phone in the tub from laughing.

"Yeah, I get to add car detailing to my to-do list." Caine took off Bubble's collar and hung it over the edge of the tub before grabbing a bottle of doggy shampoo.

"I'll help you with that. It's needed in deep cleaning anyway." Pomni kept a hand on Bubble so he wouldn't be tempted to jump out.

Bubble shook, sending muddy water everywhere.

"Ah!" Pomni trying ducking below the tub to get out of the line of fire. It didn't help much. She still got dirty dog water in her hair and on her back.

Caine just sat there on his knees and took it as he poured shampoo in his hand. "And now the bathroom too. Looks like today's going to be a cleaning day." He massaged the shampoo into Bubble's fur, getting him all lathered up.

Pomni grabbed a hand towel and dabbed the water off of Caine's face.

"Thank you, dear." Caine smiled.

Pomni gave Caine a kiss on the cheek. "You're welcome." Bubble whined and tried licking Pomni. Pomni pushed him back. "Nooo, not yet. You're all soapy."

Bubble have a small bark and shook again. Suds covered the couple, as well as the counter and mirror behind them.

Caine spat away suds covering his mouth. "Forget the car, I need a bath now."

"I think Bubble is already obliging." Pomni put her phone away to protect it from further spray and helped keep Bubble still as he was rinsed.

Bubble shook twice more through the rinse cycle, drenching his human caretakers. He jumped out of the tub when they finally let go of him.

Pomni grabbed to towels. One for Caine, and the other she used to dry Bubble. "Who's a good boy? Yeah, you were so good." Pomni praised as she toweled him down.

Bubble excitedly wagged his tail and wiggled under the towel, panting happily.

"Yeah, you're a good boy that deserves a treat for taking a bath." Pomni clicked Bubble's collar back on and opened the bathroom door.

Bubble zoomed out, rubbing himself against the floor and furniture.

Caine stood, drying his hair. "That went surprisingly well. Remember the first bath we ever tried to give him?"

"When we first found him in our garbage bin? Poor thing probably thought it was the end of the world. Now, look at him. Our Bubble-headed boy is just enjoying life." Pomni watched Bubble roll around on the carpet.

Caine put his towel down, his red hair all disheveled. "As all dogs should. Now..." He hugged Pomni from behind. "I don't know about you, but I smell like wet dog. Care to join me for a shower?"

Pomni leaned into him. "I don't know...you always make it so hard to get clean." She smirked.

"What can I say, I'm a happily married man." Caine kissed her cheek.

Bubble bolted out the dog door to the backyard. At first, Caine and Pomni didn't think much of it. "Wait..." Pomni said. "Didn't you say it rained last night?"

"Yeah...oh no!" Caine and Pomni ran to the back door, watching in horror as their best boy dove right into a giant puddle.

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joeys-babe · 1 year ago

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Joey B Imagines: Who’s That Girl With Him?

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summary: when you find out that joe might not be where he told you he was going, you and your best friend drive around cincinnati in hopes of finding out the truth.

warnings: none, angst, cussing

pairing: joe burrow x reader

imagine universe: into the mystic

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(y/n’s pov)

"hey baby, i'm gonna go workout with ja'marr okay? i love you." - joe whispered and kissed your cheek

before i could even ask any follow up questions, joe had left the room.

when i opened my eyes the clock said 8:30. the twins hadn't waken up yet so i went back to bed.

it was a few hours later when i did wake up. it was to the doorbell ringing.

i was decent enough so i just walked straight downstairs.

when i opened the door it was alexa.

"girl, why are you here?" - you

"felt like coming over. why do you look you just rolled outta bed?" - alexa

"because i did." - you

"really? i'm surprised you aren't on your third round of the morning with joe yet." - alexa walked in the house

"alexa! you’re disgusting! i just gave birth four weeks ago, and joe’s not even here!" - you

"what why?" - alexa followed you upstairs

"he's working out with ja'marr?" - you

"ja'marr's home.." - alexa

"wait what?" - you

we had just walked upstairs and i stopped dead in my tracks, turning and facing alexa.

"are you sure that's what he told you?" - alexa

"yes! he told me this morning he was going out with ja'marr." - you

"uhm…" - alexa

"where is he?! oh my god, where is joe?" - you started panicking

"y/n calm down, i'm sure he's fine!" - alexa

"who's he with?! alexa why did he lie?" - you

"he's probably at the facility y/n, maybe he was supposed to workout with ja'marr but then j canceled.." - alexa

"we're gonna go find him." - you

"what do you mean??" - alexa

"we are gonna go driving around cincinnati until we find him." - you

"don't you guys have a tracker on each other? just check that." - alexa

i pulled the app up and it said joe had his location off.

"his- his locations off.." - you

"okay now i'm mad, we’re gonna go find him. i’m gonna call gracie and evan to come watch your twins." - alexa

"okay, i'm gonna hurry up and get ready.." - you

i threw some clothes on before brushing my teeth and hair.

only one of the twins was awake so i was feeding tyson while alexa and i sat on the couch waiting for gracie and evan.

"what do you think he's doing?" - you

"joe’s not a bad person. i don't think he's doing anything you wouldn't agree with." - alexa

"but why wouldn't he tell me the truth about where he was?" - you

"have you tried calling or texting?" - alexa

"no.." - you

"when did he tell you he was gonna leave to work out?" - alexa

"he told me this morning at 8:30." - you

"well it's 11.." - alexa

"i know, im freaking out alexa. what if he's cheating on me?" - you

"y/n.. calm down. call him." - alexa

i sat tyson's bottle down before pulling my phone out of my pocket and clicking the call button on joe’s contact.

it only rang twice and said the call was declined.

joey❤️ - busy rn

"alexa, im really nervous." - you

no knock or doorbell ring, just gracie barging in with evan following.

"hand the baby over, go find him." - gracie

i jumped up and handed tyson over to gracie.

"thank you guys so much." - you

"you're welcome, and y/n you should calm down a little, you know joe. he wouldn't do anything to harm you." - evan

i nodded before alexa pushed me out the door.

we hopped in her car and went straight to the facility first.

zac was standing at the front desk talking to the receptionist.

"zac? is joe here?" - you

"oh, hey kid! no joe hasn't been here at all today, why?" - zac

"nothing important. thank you for your help. see ya taylor!!" - you

"bye y/n!" - zac called out as you ran back outside

i sat back down in the passenger seat and alexa drove off.

"he hasn't been to the facility at all today, zac said." - you

"okay, text every player joe is close to and ask if he's with them." - alexa

i did exactly what she said. texted sam hubbard, tee higgins, tyler boyd.. literally half the roster.

all of them said no.

"alexa i'm gonna throw up, i think he's cheating on me." - you

"girl, you don't know that." - alexa

we drove around cincinnati for literally an hour, going to all of joes favorite restaurants and places.

i even tried checking his tagged posts on instagram, hoping that maybe a fan met him and posted it. maybe giving me a location hint but there was no new pictures.

"let's get some lunch, i dont’t think we’re gonna find him." - alexa

"i can't even think about eating." - you

"you don't have to okay, but i'm hungry and there's this really good açaí bowl cafe place around here." - alexa

i rolled my eyes as alexa put the cafe in the gps.

on our ten minute drive to the place my mind started to wander to the worst possible outcomes.

is joe cheating on me? is the life we built together gonna be thrown away and be discarded? i can't live without him.

we had arrived to alexa's place of choice and the inside was actually really cute.

it was a corner cafe with windows looking out onto the busy city street.

"i'll have the açaí bowl and a sweat tea." - alexa

"okay.. anything for you?" - waiter

"oh.. no thank you." - you

"are you sure?" - waiter

"yes." - you

"okay suit yourself." - waiter

the waiter walked away and alexa started a conversation, but i wasn't engaged in it.

i just stared out the windows at the people walking past.

there was this really tall guy and shorter girl with blonde hair, they both had coffee in their hands.

they were smiling at something on the girls phone and when the guy lifted his head my heart stopped.

it was joe.

"alexa! look outside right now! it's joe!" - you

alexa's neck popped because of how fast she whipped her head around.

"who's that girl he's with? do you know her? she doesn’t look familiar." - alexa

"no.." - your heart shattered

"we're leaving right now, i'm gonna beat the shit out of him." - alexa

joe and the girl continued walking down the street.

"no don't, can we follow them? i want to know what they are doing." - you

(joes pov)

"okay i know you said that the first house i showed you was perfect but here's another one.." - evelyn showed joe a house on her phone

"oh that's gorgeous, my wife y/n would love that." - joe smiled

"your wife has excellent taste mr. burrow." - evelyn

"yes, excellent and expensive." - joe laughed

"oh she's a girl, expensive is what we like!" - evelyn laughed

"i better get home to her before she gets nervous about where i am." - joe

"that's another common girl trait!" - evelyn laughed

"here i'll walk you to your car, downtown cincinnati is sketchy to walk around alone." - joe

"you bought me coffee and are walking to my car? they don't make gentleman like you that much anymore. your y/n is very lucky." - evelyn

we started waking down the sidewalk again and i realized we had passed a cafe that y/n had always wanted to go to. i made a mental note to take her to a breakfast date there.

(y/n's pov)

alexa and i were following joe and the girl down the sidewalk a long ways behind them.

they weren't really talking or anything, just walking and sipping their coffee.

we followed them all the way to a parking garage and the girl unlocked her car.

her and joe had a brief hug before sharing a few words and then she got in her car.

joe than walked further down the lot to his porche and alexa and i ran off to where we had parked her car before going to the cafe a few levels up.

(joes pov)

i walked evelyn to her car and before she opened her door we shared a brief hug.

"okay so which house do you think you’re going with?" - evelyn

"i think number one.." - joe grinned

"i'm sure your wife will love it! i'm gonna go out on a limb and guess you won’t need time to get a loan?" - evelyn

"no, i can go ahead and make a down payment if that’s okay?" - joe

"that’s great. the next time i see you will be the official tour of the house so y/n and your kids can see it. that's also the day you'll walk away with the keys!" - evelyn

"i'm so excited, thank you so much." - joe

"oh it's just my job as a realtor, no need to thank me." - evelyn

"i'm glad i chose you as our realtor, i think you have similar taste to y/n so it makes it easier for me." - joe chuckled

"yeah, i'm excited to meet her. bye." - evelyn

"bye!" - joe

(y/n's pov)

we were a couple cars behind joe but we quickly realized he was just going back home.

alexa had to stop for gas, so here we were alexa was out of the car pumping gas as i was sitting in the car sobbing.

joe was with another woman, and lied about where he was at. he's a fucking cheater.

when we got home i jumped out of the car and ran in the house.

joe was in the kitchen talking to evan who was sitting at the bar.

gracie was sitting on the couch, no babies in sight.

"hey baby, where'd you go?" - joe

i looked at him for a second and something in me snapped.

i started running towards joe.

"don't!-" - gracie

i grabbed the iced coffee out of his hand, taking the lid off and throwing it in his face.

"what the fuck?!" - joe

"y/n-" - evan

joe wiped the coffee out of his eyes before looking at me with the most confused look on his face.

"don't look so confused joe! you're cheating on me!" - you

"what?! no i'm not!" - joe

"don't lie! alexa and i just saw you with a girl. you guys got coffee, you walked her to her car, you guys hugged!" - you started crying

"y/n it wasn't what it looked like!" - joe

"than what was it joe?!" - you

joe opened his mouth but i cut him off before he could make a sound.

"you know what, i don't want to know. i thought you were my soulmate joe! we have kids together! what was i to you?!" - you

"y/n listen.." - joe

"no, i’m not going to listen! i'm done joe, im leaving you! we are over!” - you

"she was my realtor y/n! i just put a down payment on a fucking house for us!" - joe

"oh damn." - alexa

"wait what.. you're not cheating on me?" - you

"no! why would i ever do that?" - joe

"wait you bought a house?!" - you

"yes. for the love of god i didn't cheat on you, id never do that. she was helping me with picking a house because i wanted to surprise you" - joe sighed

"oh my god.. i'm so sorry.." - you

"it- it's whatever.." - joe

"i threw coffee all over you.." - you

"i'm gonna go change.." - joe

he pushed past me and walked up the stairs.

"i tried to tell you.." - gracie

"i feel like shit. i can't believe i did that. or even thought joe would cheat on me." - you

"its okay y/n. i don't really think joes upset with you." - evan

"i threw coffee in his face." - you shook your head, not able to believe you just did that

"you should go talk to him privately.." - alexa

i nodded and walked upstairs, joe was in our bedroom slipping a new shirt on.

"joe.." - you

"mhm?" - joe

"im so so sorry. i can't believe i thought you'd do such a thing." - you

"it's alright. i understand why you thought that, i know it looked pretty sketch from your pov." - joe

"i overreacted big time." - you

"nah you're all good. do you want to see the house?" - joe smiled

"yes!" - you

joe pulled out his phone and sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him signaling for me to sit there.

i did and he started showing me pictures of the house, it was absolutely beautiful.

"joe, it's huge.." - you

"i know, we have a big family and a growing family of our own so we'll need the room." - joe

"is that you trying to tell me you want another baby?" - you

"i don't know, maybe. not right now, but definitely soon." - joe

"we'll see." - you

"okay." - joe smiled

"baby listen, i'm actually so sorry about everything. i promise i'll never throw coffee in your face again." - you

"you're fine y/n, but i do appreciate that promise." - joe chuckled

"i love you, more than anything." - you

"i love you too. i hope we fill all 5 rooms of that house with babies." - joe

"slow down there babe. i just had twins less than two months ago." - you

"i'm just kidding... maybe." - joe

"oh what am i gonna do with you?" - you

"i have an idea." - joe smirked

he tossed his phone on the bed behind us and leaned forward, placing his lips on mine.

he pulled me closer and closer until i was sitting in his lap and the kiss was more intimate.

we still haven't gone farther than making out, or me helping joe because i'm still fragile from giving birth not to long ago.

but nothing is better than kissing joe, it felt like fireworks going off throughout your body.

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authors note: some angst for your sunday 🤍

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow series

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ragnarokhound · 5 months ago

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Hey hun are you ready for our date tonight?

Anyways not to #wifepost twice in one day, but you could definitely write a filthy little dirty story about jason digging a bullet out of tim but it’s like a sex thing. Lots of potential for dirty dirty sex (I’m the only one allowed to leave marks on you)

Oh my god, babe!! Let me throw together a fit, this is such a nice surprise~ 😘

And twice in one day? 😳you're spoiling me, omg

Anyone who's read my 15k teen wolf fic or my soulmates!au for jaytim week this year should already know that I am a sucker for 'bullied into the bathroom and gruffly taken care of' so this scenario activates all of my symptoms at once

I could definitely write a filthy little dirty story that's just one scene i prommy it'll just be the one scene because that's all you need right

Jason busting down the door of a safehouse with Tim in hand, Tim hissing while also trying to lie to Jason that he's fine, it's just a graze--

"Bullshit," Jason snarls at him. Bullshit it was a graze. The blood on Jason's gloves says otherwise.

(AAAND I'M NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO WRITE IT TODAY BECAUSE I DO HAVE WIPS I NEED TO FINISH IN A TIMELY FASHION, BUT THANKS FOR ADDING ANOTHER ONE TO THE PILE, LOVE)

But for reference, things this ought to feature:

Tim making whimpering, bitten off and breathy moaning noises that are all rooted in pain

Jason getting angry because those noises aren't for him, not really, it's someone else's bullet lodged in Tim--

Jason getting angry because he shouldn't be thinking like that, Tim's hurt and Jason needs to take care of him, but he also needs to stop looking at Jason like that, with low, hooded eyes and tears leaking out of the corners to streak past his red, panting mouth--

Jason so afraid because Tim's eyes are fluttering closed, stay awake babybird, stay awake baby, please--

Tim waking up with Jason curled around him, a possessive hand on his neck, a protective hand on his bandages, and wishing in the privacy of his own mind that at least one of the bruises throbbing under his skin had been given to him by Jason instead

#jaytim #my writing #not!fic #ladies and gentlemen: mai waife #🍷💥anon #asked and answered #this one enters spicy territory hee hee hoo hoo #god i love this hurt/comfort scenario so much fjdslfja

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zerobaseonefics · 2 years ago

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enchanted ㅡ ricky

ricky x gn!reader

genre : fluff, fake dating.

warnings : none <3 shout out to my 🐇 anon and to @mins-fins cuz he seemed excited to read it yesterday 🤭

"ricky, stand up-"

"i said i would beg! i'm begging"

you sighed heavily. growing up as ricky neighbor, you two ended up being great friends. your parents knew each other so your families often did thing together, such as going to holidays, picnics and these kind of things. it is know to everybody that ricky's family was wealthy, and yours was just as much as your parents became business partners over the year.

"come on, i don't wanna go with them, and you have no one to take you there. if we go together, our parents will let us be!"

rich people problem, i guess... once a year, your parents' business partners organized a ball for their kids. it was not just a little dance for shit and giggles, no, it was just so the kids can meet together, fall in love and make their life with someone from a wealthy family. ricky and you grew up going there every year. when you were younger, your parents never pressured you to have a partner to go there. however, around a certain age, you better have one if you don't want your parents to be the laughing stock of town. ricky and you decided years ago to never go together, otherwise your parents would imagine things and think you're a couple. at that time, you didn't have those hidden feelings you have for each other like you have today.

and now, you guys were eighteen, going nineteen, and you had to take someone with you. the problem is, you were absolutly bitchless, and ricky's parent were forcing him to go with someone he couldn't stand.

"ricky, i would've gone with you if our parents weren't friends. you know damn well they won't stop teasing us with it and think we're in love or something."

"and? is it worse than you not pulling and me being forced to go with that goblin??"

"don't call people goblins, i already told you that's mean!" you choked, hitting his arm

"well i don't care!" ricky whined before letting his head fall on the kitchen table you guys were sitting at.

you were thinking about it, and yes, your parents thinking ricky and you are a thing wasn't a problem for you. at least, it was not worse than seeing someone else at ricky's arm. but you knew you will not be able to stand your parents thinking you guys are in love when you were convinced ricky didn't like you back.

suddenly, ricky got up.

"what if we tell our parents that we are dating, and then we break up after the ball so they leave us alone."

"i mean...that could work."

"so you're fine with it?"

the blonde looked at you with eyes full of hope, waiting for you to say yes. you let yourself a few seconds to think, before sighing.

"screw it, i guess that's a nice plan."

a huge smile on his face, ricky took your hand and dragged you with him to the door.

"mom, i'm taking y/n on a date, i should be back around 6!"

"what?" you said in a choked voice to make sure she couldn't hear it.

"you're dating y/n??" she suddenly appeared, her head peeking out of her room.

"i didn't know how to tell you, but yes, we've been dating for a few weeks now", ricky said confidently as you were turning red.

"oh my god! is it why you didn't want to go with my colleague's daughter?"

she started rambling about how happy she was about the news, and ricky had to cut her off gently for you two to go. he opened the door, not letting go of your hand.

"okay, so what do we do now..."

"we're going on a fake date."

"is it really necessary? our parents are not with us, we don't have to go that far."

"don't worry about that, it's to imbue us with the couple vibes."

and ricky took you on a date. once, and twice, and a third time again before the ball. and it never felt fake, not even once. or maybe you were just delusional? at least, that's what you were thinking, not knowing ricky was having the time of his life pretending to be your lover.

the night of the ball, ricky came to pick you up. you were surprised when you saw his cheeks turn crimson red when he saw you all done-up. it wasn't that hot tonight, why was he like this? (well you're a dense bitch) (i'm sorry) (let me go back to my serious narrator persona wait)

the feeling of taking you to the dance was bittersweet for ricky. you two have planned to fake your 'break up' to your parents after the ball. it means it was the last time he could take your hand, pass his arm around your waist or your shoulder to take you closer to him, look at him with obvious love in his eyes with the excuse of faking it so you won't be unconfortable.

everyone joked about how they knew you two will end up together since you were young, and they congratuled you on finally being a couple. but both of you knew the truth, and it's why it didn't please you as much as they thought it would.

the evening was going smoothly as you both tried to joke around and enjoy the moment.

now, the time has come. the most awaited moment by the people your age that were going to the ball was slowdancing, as cliche as it sounds. you watched the other kids as they got up with excitement with their partner to dance. the song playing on background was enchanted by taylor swift. tugging on a piece of your clothing, ricky tried to have your attention. you turned to face him.

"you're comfortable with doing this? we're not obliged to do it if you don't want to, you seem hesitant about it." fervently, you shook your head to deny his allegations.

"no no! it be weird if we didn't do it, right? and i'm comfortable, since it's you."

ricky tried to restrain his smile as he got up from the seat you two were on. he gave you his hand, waiting for you to take it in yours.

"can i have this dance?"

you laughed at his act.

"i would love to", you admitted, putting your hand in his. he took it to his lips to plant a kiss on it, still in his gentleman act.

and here you were, on the dance floor between all those stupid rich kids, your arms around ricky's neck as he was holding your waist, slowdancing. the blonde haired boy bent a bit to whisper in your ear, pulling you closer.

"can you believe we're breaking up tomorrow?" he mumbled in a teasing tone, making sure no one but you could hear him.

"don't bring this up, i'm your lover for at least... three more hours", you answered in the same volume.

"you know, now that i think about it, our parents are probably gonna freak out when we tell them we broke up."

"that's true, and we're gonna have to tell everybody here that we're not together anymore."

"seems tiring."

you simply nod, and ricky straightened himself up to look at your eyes. there was something special about the way he looked at you, something you couldn't explain. little did you know, that same thing was shining the same in your eyes, and ricky started to think that maybe his feelings were mutual.

"you're making me feel so weird right now." ricky confessed, which made you frown. you hummed in confusion, waiting for him to continue.

"do we really have to break up?"

"i mean, we're not gonna pretend forever... right?"

"it felt right to me. how was it for you?"

"how was what?"

"me being your boyfriend."

it seemed like a joke to you at first, but the more you observed his face, there was not even a pint of playfulness. he was dead serious. you didn't answer because you were taken aback, so ricky continued.

"i loved being your boyfriend, even if it was all an act. i might be wrong, but i feel like it wasn't that bad for you either. please let me take you on a real date at least once and if you don't like it, let's just forget about it."

"i don't think i can forget about it."

was is it a rejection? did he ruin everything by confessing? ricky let his head down in shame, cold sweat running down his back. suddenly, he felt your hand on his cheek, and he looked back up to you. you quickly kissed his lips.

"i would love to date you for real this time", you said, as enchanted was coming to an end. he beamed befofe leaning back to yours lips, and he was now the one kissing you.

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guilty-pleasures21 · 5 months ago

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Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

8. Just a little more to go?

Part 1 - the bachelorette

Part 2 - the honeymoon

Warnings: mentions of nudity.

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He stroked his girlfriend’s side gently as she squeezed herself against him, trying to reassure her with his touch. He could practically hear her heart beating against her chest as they waited for the results of her PhD defence. He was sure she’d get it: she’d practised her presentation on him enough times for him to have memorised it by heart and, if he were being honest, it was at least twice as good as his had been. The door opened suddenly and the both of them hopped to their feet as one of the professors approached them. His face was straight, his features giving nothing away, and X reached for Miguel’s hand, gripping it tightly when she found it. The professor stopped in front of X, then he broke into a wide smile. “Congratulations, Dr X!”

Her jaw dropped and she stopped breathing as she tried to process the news.

“I did it?” She turned to Miguel, her eyes wide. “I did it!”

“Yes! Yes! You did it, querida!” He wrapped her up in his arms, overjoyed on her behalf. “I knew you would do it! I’m so proud of you, mi amor!”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she wriggled happily against him before going off to hug the rest of her family.

“Should we get going first?” X’s sister asked Miguel once she’d disappeared back into the room to finish up a few things. “You can bring X after she’s done, right?”

Her family had come over to support her during her final presentation and they’d all organised a dinner to celebrate X after. Miguel nodded in agreement. “We’ll see you guys in a bit.”

He didn’t have to wait long until X returned, bouncing out of the room and taking his hand in hers. Miguel wound their fingers together as they walked to his car. “So, now that you’ve gotten your doctorate … can we start planning our wedding?

X laughed and chucked her shoulder into his. He’d already brought up the topic of marriage multiple times, though he never pushed her to speed up the process. He just liked talking about it - liked imagining what their lives would be like when they became husband and wife and started their own little family together. She squeezed his hand, her stomach flipping at the thought of him being the father of her kids.

“Okay.” They were making good progress on their timeline: her finishing her degree and him setting the financial foundation for them to start building their life together. So she supposed she could take some time off to focus on planning their wedding. Plus, it would be nice to take a bit of a break from work and studying, before she got burnt out from it all. “But don’t try to propose to me today! I don’t want our anniversary to be on the same day that I got my doctorate.”

Miguel flashed her an awkward smile. He hadn’t planned on proposing to her that night, but she wasn’t wrong in thinking that he’d considered the idea: she’d wanted to wait until she’d finished her studies, after all, and finish them she had. But her sister had said the exact same thing when he’d approached her about the idea, so he’d gone back to his drawing board and re-planned his proposal to her. He gave her hand a little squeeze. “Right.”

“Oh my god!” Wendy screeched, rushing over to give X a hug. “Congratulations! Show me the ring!”

She stepped back, giving X the space to lift her hand and display the elegant diamond on her finger. “Oh my god, it’s so beautiful! Ahh! I can’t believe you and Miguel are getting married! Oh my god! That’s crazy!”

X grinned, getting giddy herself as they walked over to their table. She couldn’t believe herself that she was about to get married to him! The man of her dreams, the love of her life.

“Have you guys started planning yet?” Wendy asked as they sat down. “How is it going?”

“Well, my sister and my mum were helping Miguel get some stuff planned out while I was still studying, but now that I’ve graduated I’m going to get more involved in it. I’m really excited! It’s going to be so much fun.”

Wendy clasped her hands together, a dreamy expression on her face.

“Oh my god, you guys are so cute together.” She straightened suddenly and her expression morphed into one of fear. “Wait, I’m invited to your wedding, right?”

“Of course!” X laughed at Wendy’s obvious nerves and the younger girl relaxed again. Then she leaned across the table, a mischievous smile now on her face.

“Wait, so, am I the bride’s side or the groom’s side?” she asked.

X let out another burst of laughter as she pictured the confused and horrified look her boyfriend - her fiancé - would most likely give her if she suggested such an idea to him. “Should we put you on the groom’s side? That would be so funny, oh my god. Can you imagine Miguel’s reaction?”

Wendy joined in X’s amusement as she herself began imagining her ex-supervisor’s reaction to the idea.

“But, anyway, I’m going to invite you to my bachelorette party, if that’s okay?” X continued, biting her lip in anticipation of Wendy’s response. But she needn’t have worried.

“Of course! Oh, my god, I can’t wait!” Wendy exclaimed, picking up her menu to scan through it. X glanced at her own menu as her body began buzzing with delight at the thought of all the events that would lead up to her wedding: she couldn’t wait either.

“¿Querida?” Miguel questioned, his confusion evident even over the phone. It was his fiancée’s bachelorette night and, judging by the loud music in the background, they’d made it to the drinking part of the evening.

“Miguel?!” X exclaimed a little too loudly. He could tell by her uncontrollable excitement at hearing the sound of his voice that she was probably quite drunk already. “Can you come pick me up, querido? I’m tired.”

Miguel snickered at the innocent question. “We’re getting married the day after tomorrow, querida. We’re not supposed to see each other until then.”

X sighed as if he wasn’t understanding what she was saying. “That’s stupid, Miguel. How am I supposed to get married to you when I can’t see you?”

Miguel chuckled at her exasperated tone. “Do you not want to get married to me, querida?”

“No! No, no, no!” X groaned, sounding like she was losing her patience with him. “Don’t be stupid, Miguel! Of course I want to marry you! I want to marry you so hard!”

Miguel felt his chest warm at her matter-of-fact tone. She was so adorable when she was drunk. “You should go to sleep, querida. Where are you? Who’s in charge?”

“I don’t … I want to go to sleep, Miguel. Can you come pick me up, amor?” she repeated, almost as if she hadn’t heard or didn’t care about what he’d just tried to explain to her.

“Querida,” Miguel told her, his tone firm. “I’m calling your sister.”

X let out another frustrated groan. “Ugh! You’re so annoying!”

“Hasta luego, querida (See you later, darling),” Miguel chuckled. “Te amo. (I love you.)”

“I love you too, Miguel,” X mumbled instinctively. He hung up the phone, then called her sister immediately.

“Keira?” he asked once she’d picked up. “Where’s X?”

“Miguel? Hello?” Keira responded, struggling to hear him over the heavy bass pounding in the background. “What’s wrong?”

“Where’s X?” Miguel asked, making sure to enunciate his words clearly. “She just called me saying she wants to go home.”

“She went to the toilet,” Keira explained, the noise surrounding her fading away as she moved to a quieter area. “Wait, let me go find her.”

Miguel waited as she likely made her way over to the toilet, then he heard a loud gasp sound over the phone.

“Oh no!” Keira exclaimed, her voice panicked. “She just messaged me that she got a taxi to your place!”

Miguel sighed, mentally berating himself for not anticipating his crazy little future wife’s stubborn independence. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. I’ll text you when she gets here.”

He waited in the lobby, keeping an eye on X’s location through the message she’d sent him. He looked up when he saw her car pulling into the lobby and though he did his best to maintain a stern expression, he couldn’t help his lips from twitching at the corners when he saw her pressed up against the window, an overjoyed smile on her face as she waved at him. He stepped forward to open the car door for her and X stumbled into his arms.

“Miguel! I missed you so much, janam!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned softly at the comforting feeling of being pressed up against him. Miguel held her firmly against him as he closed the car door and turned her around towards their building.

“Vamos, querida,” he instructed. “Let’s get you to bed.”

X continued clinging onto him as he helped her into the lift, barely waiting for the doors to close before she stretched onto her toes and began kissing and licking her way up his neck.

“Querida,” Miguel warned her, trying to stop her whilst also keeping her upright at the same time. X giggled, amused by how patiently he cared for her even when he was clearly annoyed by her overwhelming affection. The lift doors soon opened up to their floor and X continued to snicker giddily as Miguel guided her to their apartment.

“It’s your bachelor night, Miguel!” X pointed out to him as he opened the door for her. She turned around and wrapped herself around him once he’d closed the door behind them. “Your last night to have great, premarital sex.”

She tilted her head back and puckered her lips at him, her breath coated with the scent of alcohol. Miguel pulled away from her, amused. “Querida … How much did you have to drink?”

She was a bit of a lightweight, having never liked the taste of alcohol, so he guessed that she’d probably only had maybe three drinks? X fell against his chest, her exhaustion taking over now. “I don’t know. I’m just so excited to marry you!”

Miguel pressed a kiss to the top of her head and walked her over to the stairs. “I’m excited to marry you too, X.”

He lifted her into his arms to carry her up to their bedroom and X giggled as she wriggled her legs delightedly. “Miguel! Are you trying to seduce me while I’m drunk?”

She leaned over to press her lips to his neck and begin grazing her teeth and tongue along his skin again. Miguel raised an eyebrow as she let out a soft moan, the cute little sound causing his stomach to tighten in excitement.

“Are you sure you’re not the one trying to seduce me, querida?” he asked as he lay her down on the bed.

His fiancée smiled up at him sweetly, her arms still wrapped around his neck. “Is it working?”

Miguel groaned and kissed her softly as he settled himself on top of her.

“Mmm, querida,” he murmured, moving his lips to the side of her neck. “We’re not supposed to be doing this, mi amor.”

But he continued making his way down her body, dampening her clothes with his saliva as he brushed his lips and tongue across her soft curves. X tangled her fingers in his hair as her hips lifted off the bed, silently begging him for relief. “When have we ever done what we’re supposed to be doing, cariño?”

He pulled back to look down at her, her skin rosy from the alcohol running through her blood, her lips curled into an adoring smile as she gazed up at him. She was so lovely and so sweet and he sighed in defeat before he pressed his lips back to hers. He kissed her a little more, then rested his head on her shoulder and curled up against her side.

“Miguel …” X wriggled out from under his grasp and sat up to cup his cheek in her hand. She stroked her thumb across his skin as her eyes trailed down his delicious body, then she swung her leg over him, settling herself on top of him. His eyes darkened as she tugged her shirt off and he watched silently as she continued pulling off her clothes. Finally, she sat back, completely exposed before him, and Miguel felt his heart speed up as she grinned down at him, her curly hair tumbling over her shoulders and brushing her breasts. X leaned forward, letting her lips land back on his neck, and Miguel sucked in a breath as she began wriggling her body against his.

“Querida …” he murmured, curling his fingers around her ass and squeezing her appreciatively. X squealed with delight and ground her hips into his, drawing a low groan out of him. Miguel slid his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“It’s your bachelor night, Miguel,” X repeated, sitting up and sliding her hands under his shirt to pull it off. Miguel held her steady as she tossed his shirt aside, then he shuffled backwards to lean against the headboard. X smiled and leaned forward to peck his lips. “Let me take care of you, hermoso.”

She slid her hands up his chest as she began nibbling his jaw, admiring his broad and firm muscles, then she began kissing her way down his torso. Miguel sucked in a breath as she reached his stomach, her tongue tracing the lines of his abs as carefully as she could in her inebriated state. But then she sat back up and started tugging at his waistband, trying to pull it off of him. Miguel placed his hand over hers, stopping her, and X pouted up at him in disappointment.

“Vamos, querida,” he told her, brushing her hair out of her face. “Let’s get you into the shower.”

X whined in protest as he stood them up and set her on the ground. “I don't want to shower, Miguel! I want to have sex with you!"

He chuckled softly as she stroked his hair and began mumbling against his chest sleepily. “We haven't had sex in so long, querido! We're gonna have to spend our entire honeymoon having sex just to make up for it!”

He grinned wickedly and straightened her to cup her face in his hand, giving himself the chance to admire her beautiful little body. “What makes you think I wasn't planning on doing that anyway?”

He bent over to press his lips to hers, then picked her up and carried her over to the shower.

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jeonginsleftcheek · 9 months ago

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red dye, crushes and lollipops

genre: humor, fluff(?)

description: this is just a short drabble about jisung being your girlypop best friend, gn!reader

a/n: reader has a crush on Changbin, mentions of Minsung, sike I'm posting twice today, not proofread!

You wanted a change in your life and Friday after work you decided to buy red hair color. You had never before dared for something like that but it was just one of those decisions that came to you on a whim. And who better to help you dye your hair than your best friend Jisung?

That's what you were doing now, you sat in front of the mirror in your bathroom as Jisung stood behind you and tried to dye your hair. Emphasis on tried.

"You're dying my neck."- you said, looking at him through the mirror.

"I'm here to help you and that's how you thank me, tsk. Let's see you do it better."- he smirked behind you.

"Alright, alright sorry, keep going."- you chuckled. Some random pop music played in the back, Jisung sang along and your hands and mouth got bored so you unwrapped one of the heart shaped lollipops he brought with him.

"Soooo, how's it going with Minho?"- you ask and his hands stop for a second. You can see a blush forming on his puffed up cheeks as he pouts at you.

"Don't start with that. You know I'm a pussy and I'd never confess to him."- Jisung shakes his head.

"He looks at you with literal heart eyes."- you say, swirling your tongue around the lollipop, the artificial strawberry taste takes over your senses.

"Then why doesn't he ask me out?"- Jisung asks, dipping into the hair dye.

"Maybe he's as scared as you are."

"Lee Minho scared? I don't think so."- Jisung shakes his head, his curls flying around.

Before you can answer, he smirks and retorts.

"How's it going with Changbin?"- he asks.

Your face matches the color of the dye at the mention of your crush's name.

"What does Changbin have to do with anything?"- you pretend to be dumb out of embarassment.

"Come on. I know you're down bad for him. You ogle at his muscles every time you see him."- Jisung cackles at your face and you swat behind yourself to hit him but he dodges, the little bastard.

"Shut the hell up, Ji. Changbin doesn't like me."- you say.

"How are you so sure?"- he asks, running his hands through your hair.

"He's like... so hot. And I'm not. Like I've never been to a gym in my life."- you reason but Jisung only laughs at you.

"What does that have to do with anything? Changbin definitely likes you and he likes you just the way you are. You don't have to like the same things he does for him to like you."

"But, what would I talk about with him?"- you sigh, your shoulders slumping.

"Anything? Like, have you ever really sat down and talked to him?"- Jisung asks and steps to the side, tilting his head to see if he's done a good job with your hair.

"Not really. My mind gets blank whenever I see him, I just get so nervous!"- you say.

Jisung chuckles. "You should ask him out. By the way, I'm done. Now we wait, yeah?"- he says, washing his hands in the sink and you lean in closer to the mirror.

"Oh my god, Jisung! You got it all over my face!"- you whine.

"Listen, you asked me for help. ME."- he emphasizes, pointing his finger at himself. "Now deal with the consequences."

"Why did I even ask?"- you roll your eyes playfully and he hits your arm lightly.

"Because you love me. Anyways. As I was saying, ask Changbin out. You got nothing to lose really."- he says as you stand up.

"I'll ask him out if you ask Minho out."- you smirk as Jisung grabs a lollipop for himself too.

"Okay."- he says, popping the lollipop in his mouth.

"What?! Just like that?"- your eyes widden.

"Yeah. This way we both stop being pussies and maybe we'll get laid."- he shrugs.

"Actually, it's been so long since I've even kissed anyone."- you say, tapping your chin and thinking.

"Me too. Let's kiss."- Jisung laughs and you shove him away.

"Don't be dumb."- you shake your head.

"Should we try it tho?"- Jisung asks, tapping the lollipop on his bottom lip.

You stare at him, and it's not like your friend isn't attractive, you just never thought of him that way.

"Oh what the heck."- you shrug and lean in.

His lips taste like sugar and strawberries, they're soft against yours, but there's nothing else really there. You lean away and both burst into laughter.

"Ew, let's never do that again. That was like kissing my sibling."- Jisung scrunches his nose up.

"Ew right back at you. I'm a great kisser so you should feel honored that you touched my lips."- you joke and he shakes his head at you.

"Yeah right, I'm so honored. Couldn't be more honored. The honor is-"

"Shut up or I'll kiss you again!"- you threaten and he shoves the lollipop in his mouth and shuts up.

"The bathroom looks like a literal murder scene."- you look around chuckling and Jisung just shrugs.

"Looks fine to me. Normal Friday night."

"You got something to confess?"- you narrow your eyes at him and he laughs.

"Not really, no."- Jisung wiggles his eyebrows.

"So, we got a deal? You confess to Minho and I confess to Changbin?"- you say, your heart skipping a beat at the thought.

"Yep."

"Don't back out of it!"- you threaten, pointing your finger at him.

"I won't, I won't! I promise."- Jisung says, even though in his mind he'd rather disappear than confess to Minho.

Thirty minutes later, you wash your hair and Jisung helps you dry it and style it (after he also helped scrub your face where he messed up with the dye).

"Oh, man."- you say, shocked as you stare at your reflection.

"Wow. You're actually not ugly for a change."- Jisung comments.

"Asshole!"- you say smacking him and he laughs.

"I'm just joking. You look amazing, bestie. Changbin will definitely be swiped off his feet."- Jisung smirks poking at your shoulders and doing a silly dance.

"I wish."

"Look at the bright side. We can have a double date if everything goes well."- Jisung beams at you.

'If I don't completely embarass myself in front of Changbin', you think, your stomach twisted up in knots.

Three weeks later...

"So, did you kiss?"- Jisung asks and you adjust your phone, as you lay down on your sofa.

"We did!"- you say giggling, you really feel like kicking your feet in the air.

"Oh my god! I told you bestie! I told you Changbin likes you!"- Jisung cheers for you.

"What about you and Minho?"

"We did more than kissing."- you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Oh you nasty."- you laugh at your best friend.

"He put his-"

"Jisung, I don't need the details."- you laugh.

"As I was saying his co-"

"Jisung!"

#skz x reader #skz fluff #han jisung #skz jisung #changbin x reader #changbin #skz changbin #minsung #minsung fluff

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f9clementine · 1 year ago

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The phone only rang twice before he picked up, "What's going on?"

You glanced behind you at the empty dark street, biting at your bottom lip. The hair on your neck was standing up and you couldn't fight the feeling that there was eyes on you. "I... I dunno, it feels like someone might be following me?" You whisper. "I'm probably still jumpy from last night, though."

"Where are you?" Minho asked immediately.

"I just got off the bus and passed the convenience store."

"Okay, stay on the phone with me. I'm heading to meet you right now." You could hear rustling on the other end followed by the sound of a door opening then closing. "Talk loudly so whoever it is knows you're on the phone."

"Okay," You meant for it to come out loud but your voice faltered and you winced. You took a deep breath, cleared your throat, and tried again. "Okay!" You chirped loudly this time.

"Perfect, just like that. What happened at work today?"

You started to talk loudly, almost obnoxiously, about the different animals you had seen come into the veterinarian office that day, listening to Minho make little sounds of acknowledgement through the phone. You kept wanting to turn your head and look behind you, but made yourself stare straight ahead as you walked.

"... Oh, and then I got to talk to the clinic's owner today about coming back and possibly doing my residency with them once I get my veterinary degree and my license."

"But that won't be for a couple of more years, right?" Minho asked.

"Probably about five. Veterinary school will take about four of those though. But I still have to graduate college-" You stopped, finally turning to look behind you as your steps faltered.

"Y/n?" Minho prompted and you could hear his already running footsteps picking up speed.

"I-I'm here. I just... Are you close?" You whispered, "Because I swear, I just saw something moving out of the corner of my eye."

"Don't stop walking. Keep heading towards me. I should be there in a minute." Minho panted and you nodded, turning to walk forward again. "Hey, take your keys and put them in between your fingers."

"What, like Wolverine?" You asked, incredulous but still did as he said, placing them in your palm before closing your fist around them, protruding between your fingers.

"Exactly like Wolverine. If you need to throw a punch, it won't feel nice for you, but it'll hurt like hell for the other person."

"I only got the two keys, so I'm a pretty shitty superhero though." You remarked.

"Two is enough to take out an eye," Minho said dryly and you physically recoiled at the idea.

"I-I don't think I could do that then!" You whined, stomach rolling at the idea. "Oh my god, I hate the idea of that so much."

"Better their eye than yours, Y/n. Hey, I'm about to turn the corner, ar-"

Minho was cut off as you yelped, almost running into him as you were turning the corner yourself. You jumped back, feeling your heart running a mile a minute. "Minho!" You gasped, the surprise quickly turning into relief at seeing him.

Under the streetlight, you could see his cheeks were red from exertion, his hair mussed and pushed back from his forehead. His normally calm eyes were wide, looking over you as he fought to catch his breath. "Are you o-"

You cut him off, stepping back up to him and wrapping your arms around him. Your hands were shaking as you grabbed fistfuls of his jacket, placing your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I just- I was so scared." You whispered.

Minho froze for a second, his own arms hovering above you. Slowly, he wrapped them around you and pulled you tighter towards him. "It's okay. I got you." He murmured and you could feel him resting his cheek on the top of your head. "It's okay now."

You nodded and took a deep, shuddering breath. You could feel all the stress of the last few minutes melting away. "Thank you."

"Of course. Whatever you need, Y/n." He replied quietly. "We should get you home, though."

You nodded again, but held onto him for a heartbeat more before pulling away. "Yes, please, I'd really like to go home."

"Here, give me your bag." Minho slid it off your shoulders and onto his before grabbing your hand, starting to tug you along. You felt your face suddenly burn, your cheeks on fire, hyperaware of how his hand felt so warm around yours. You couldn't help though but grip his back in return. "Jeez, what's in this bag? It weighs a ton."

"Textbooks. I was doing homework in between patients tonight." You dazedly replied, fighting to focus.

"You could do some serious damage with these, but we're gonna get you some sort of self defense keychain or something." Minho shot over his shoulder and you were thankful for the dark hiding your raging blush.

"But that sounds so... violent." You shot back, brows furrowing as you thought about it.

"You have to be able to defend yourself." Minho calmly replied, "I'd rather have you unharmed than some creep's eyeball, Y/n."

You whined loudly and shook your head, hating the mental image. "Ugh, I hate that so much though."

Minho was quiet for a few moments, adjusting your bag on his shoulder as he stared ahead. "From now on, I'll come get you from the bus stop. Call me when you're close and I'll walk you home. But we're still gonna get you one of those keychains shaped like a cat. Just in case."

You felt your heart flutter and you suddenly couldn't look at Minho anymore, instead casting your eyes to the side. "That sounds... good." You replied weakly and were grateful when Minho didn't say anything further.

He led you the rest of the way back to your apartment, keeping hold on your hand even as he pulled you to your door. He held his free hand out for your key and you handed it to him, watching as he began to unlock your front door.

"Now that we're home, and you've calmed down, I want you to tell me what happened. Did you see someone-" Minho opened the door and stopped suddenly, one foot in the threshold.

"Minho?" You asked worriedly, closing the distance between you two to peer into the apartment over his shoulder. "What is-"

Changbin leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms were crossed over his chest as the emergency key you had given him hung from his belt loop. "Hey, Y/n. How was work?" He asked.

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wooataes · 2 years ago

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Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Two)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki!AU, mentions of death, mild suggestion of self-harm but nothing happens, swearing, lots of crying and feelings , lots of plot this chapter.

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: Thank you all so much for all the love on part one! I do apologize at how long it’s taken for this one to come out, it’s been a hectic last few weeks with Svt’s anniversary and my birthday 🥰 I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to send me an ask to talk about the fic if you’d like! - Tae 💜✨

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Jihoon’s ears hadn’t stopped ringing since he left your place 30 minutes ago, and although his home is only a 5 minute walk from yours, he couldn’t find it in himself to go home just yet. He had paced around the block twice and walked to a nearby park to sit under a tree and let his thoughts marinate. His stomach was in knots, hands shaky, and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. To make himself feel better, he believed that this was because of your overwhelming emotions, not his. The weather was in his favor, the rain hiding the fact that he was crying openly in public. He had let his eyes wander at the new world around him as he gathered his thoughts in an attempt to remember the simple colour theory he learnt as a child. The grass was green, the sky was blue, the roses were red. His mind was sent into overdrive, still being unwillingly attacked with your heavy heart and heaving sobs rising up his body, but he knew he just had to bear it.

Jihoon was knocked out of his thoughts when his phone vibrated for the upteenth time. He sighs out of pure frustration as he looks at the screen, wincing internally as he reads through the barrage of texts from Soonyoung and one of his 3 housemates, Wonwoo.

Wonwoo🎮: yo where you at? min and soonyoung are here, we’re gonna do a game night.

Wonwoo🎮: soon said you were walking y/n home? I’ll save you a spot in the next round of Uno.

Soonyoung 🐯: hey, is everything okay? y/n shot me a text and said she left early. where are you?

Soonyoung🐯: you were supposed to be back at yours 20 minutes ago?? wons is getting worried.

Soonyoung🐯: okay if you don’t answer me in 5 minutes I’m coming to look for you.

Wonwoo 🎮: where are you, jihoon?

Prettyy/n✨ wants to send you a message.

Jihoon feels his heart jump at your Instagram request, and swipes away all of his texts to check the request. Oh god, what if you’ve outed him? What if you’re going to go on a plot of revenge to get back at him for breaking your heart by telling everyone that he’s your soulmate? What if-

Prettyy/n✨: nothing happened. you didn’t walk me home, you didn’t even meet up with me at the working bee. I texted you and told you that I had to leave early and I ran into my soulmate on the way home but they wanted nothing to do with me. you and ji-ah are safe, I won’t tell anyone. I promise. if soonyoung pesters you, tell him you didn’t even see me today. your relationship is safe, nothing will be spilled, just like you want. bye, jihoon.

Prettyy/n✨: and please stop feeling bad. it’s making me feel sick.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Jihoon simply likes the message sent by you to acknowledge that he’s seen it and silently thanks you in his head and starts to wipe his slowing tears. He frowns slightly when he feels his stomach twist again, but he chooses to ignore it. He can put this whole thing behind him now and focus on his relationship with Ji-ah, soulmates be damned. Should he feel bad for breaking your heart? Absolutely. And don’t get him wrong, he does, but you can get over it now and grow from it. Now you both are blessed with a world of colour, you can both benefit from it, he thinks to himself.

“Where the hell have you been?!” Soonyoung is on Jihoon as he steps into his house, shaking off his jacket and placing it on the coat rack by the front door.

“You know I like the rain, Soonyoung,” Jihoon lies easily, shaking his wet hair over him to get him to back off successfully. “Why are you even here, anyway?”

“Minnie had to work on a theatre assignment with Jun, so I thought I’d hang with you and the lovebirds while they worked.” He smiles as Jihoon looks down the hall to see the lovebirds in question, Wonwoo and Mingyu, sitting by the coffee table in the living room setting up playing cards. Jun and Seokmin are at the dining room table in an intense brainstorm session, writing down their ideas onto a book placed in the middle of the table.

“Sorry for not warning you I’d be back late, Wonwoo.” Jihoon calls out as he walks into the living room, standing close to the fireplace to warm himself up from the cold rain. The house looks weird now he can see what it looks like in technicolour, he thinks.

Wonwoo simply waves him off as Mingyu stays comfortably nestled against his soulmate's side. Jihoon eyes them for a moment before Seokmin and Jun make their way into the living room, talking about a well deserved break from their 20 minutes of brainstorming.

“Hi again, hyung!” Seokmin waves with a smile, settling down on the couch beside Jun comfortably. “Are you going to play this round?”

Just as Jihoon is about to respond, Soonyoung’s phone starts to ring.

“You start the round without me, it’s Cheollie hyung.” He smiles and Jihoon feels his stomach drop instantly. Oh, fuck. Soonyoung presses the phone to his ear with a cheery “hyung~” as he steps out of the room, his voice trailing into the front room as he walks.

“Actually, you guys start without me too,” Jihoon stammers out, suddenly feeling sick. “I need to go shower and warm up so I don’t get…”

He trails off as he watches Seokmin’s face begin to change, a look of fear covering his features. His gaze follows where his soulmate has walked off to, and he starts to rise from his spot on the couch. “Something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asks quietly.

Jihoon feels a sense of dread wash over him as Soonyoung steps back into the room, immediately rushing to collect his backpack.

“Darling, what’s happened?” Seokmin is at his side in a flash, Soonyoung’s breathing increasing rapidly.

“I-I don’t know. Cheol just said th-that something’s happened to Y/N,” he throws his backpack over his shoulder. Jihoon winces, holding his stomach as the overwhelming urge to cry comes back to him in full force. “I gotta go to her.”

“I’ll come with you!”

Soonyoung is quick to take his soulmate’s hands in his own. “It’s okay babe, you need to study with Jun anyway. Cheol said she’s really overwhelmed right now and he thinks only I can help.”

“I hate that you’re right,” Seokmin whined, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Text me when you find out what’s happened?”

“Of course. Sorry, guys, I’ll join next time.” He waves quickly before rushing out the door and running in the direction of your home.

“Oh god, I hope she’s okay.” Seokmin sighs as he slumps on the couch, Mingyu now sitting up beside him.

“What do you think has happened?” He asked quietly.

“Honestly?” Seokmin frowns to himself. “I don’t know. I haven’t felt Soonie feel that worried before in a long time. The last time he was that bad was when he couldn’t find Y/N on the 3 year anniversary of her mother’s passing.”

“Passing?” Jihoon looks at him. “How did she pass?”

“She never really told us much…” he sighed. “All she would say is that when she was eleven, her father got caught by Seungcheol cheating on their mother with another woman and he just upped and left. According to Cheol, their mother fell apart, she was in love with him for over 20 years, how could you not?… and on top of that, she got Hanahaki.”

A soft gasp from Jun was the only thing that could be heard in the hushed room, Jihoon’s teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He only thought Hanahaki was a myth, a silly story told by people to scare them into loving their soulmates.

“That’s why Soonie’s family took them in.. their mother only lasted 3 months after he left them. Y/N was the one who found her. Cheol said she didn’t sleep for days, and whenever she did, it was only for a few hours at a time. She had recurring nightmares that he and Soonie would help her through.”

“Poor girl. I guess that’s why Soonyoung has always been so protective of her.” Wonwoo mumbled thoughtfully, hand slipping into Mingyu’s and squeezing.

“She literally loved that man so much and he just threw it all back in their faces and legitimately killed his soulmate.” Seokmin grumbled, staring at the table in front of him. “And he didn’t even want Cheol or Y/N after everything. He’s a selfish bastard.” He hissed. “Fucking coward. That’s where Y/N went on the third year of her passing. She left to go to her fathers house to tear him a new one. Fucker deserved it, too. I don’t really know what happened, but all Soonyoung tells me is that he had a new family. She never tried to look for him again after that.”

Jihoon sinks quietly to the floor by the fire, hugging his knees. All he feels is shame, and now, dare he says it, worry for you. He really fucked this up, and it only had just begun.

A gentle knock sounds through your bedroom as you laid your head back against the wall tiredly. It had been an hour since you discovered the migraine of the brightly coloured world around you, and you still sat in the dark corner of your bedroom, albeit more quieter now than the last time Cheol had checked on you. You had stopped crying half an hour ago, now only feeling numb inside. When you insisted to your brother that you were fine and wanted to be alone, he had respected your wishes and left only after giving you a hard hug, and the promise that he’d be with you in a heartbeat whenever you called.

“What?” You mumble, eyes closed.

“It’s me.” You hear the door close behind Soonyoung, his footsteps drawing closer.

“What do you want.” You keep your eyes shut, knowing you’d fall apart if you saw your best friend in front of you. “Why aren’t you with Seokmin?”

“Bug…” he ignores your question, your body almost recoiling back in shock as his warm palms gently rest over your wrists, turning them over for a moment, seemingly checking you for anything abnormal before placing your hands gently into your lap. “Please look at me?” Soonyoung’s hand softly reaches up to cradle your cheek. You shake your head quickly, feeling the tears well up behind your eyelids.

“You should be with your soulmate, S-Soon.” You stutter, hands reaching up to rub over your eyes aggressively. “W-why are you even here?”

“Bug, what happened?” His thumb swipes over a stray tear that slipped down your cheek. Your eyes finally open to be face to face with your worried best friend, his big brown eyes filled with worry.

You hiccup, take a heavy breath, and open your mouth. Soonyoung waits patiently, still holding your cheek. As you attempt to speak, all that leaves your lips is a hard sob before your arms snake around his waist, your face burying into his shoulder. His hand reaches up to run through your hair, the other rubbing soothing circles up and down your back.

“Oh, Bug..” he sighs, squeezing you to his chest. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You whimper, the shoulder of Soonyoung’s shirt growing damp. “You should be with M-Min.”

“But then no one would be here for you, silly.” He cooed, brushing your hair through his fingers delicately.

“Exactly.”

“Don’t be silly.” Soonyoung tries to lift the mood, jostling you in his arms slightly. “Until you get your soulmate, you are stuck with me.” You only sob harder, gripping his sweater tightly as he slowly stops his movements, his mind slowly catching up. “… Bug? Did you…”

“They didn’t want me, Soon.” You whimper, squeezing him closer.

“I swear, I’ll kill whatever fucker who did this.” Soonyoung had left your room after letting you cry in his arms for two hours, eventually letting the exhaustion finally catch up with you and drift you off into a dreamless sleep. He was now pacing in the kitchen, anger growing inside him.

“I’m right behind you.” Seungcheol growled, sitting at the dining table with his chin resting against the top of his intertwined hands. His leg was shaking under the table, watching his friend pace in front of him.

“How the fuck could they do that to her?” He barked, hitting his fist on the breakfast bar. “All the girl has ever wanted was to be loved, and the one fucker who was literally made to be that person to love her doesn’t want her?!”

“Did she tell you who it was?” Jeonghan asked quietly as his hand gently rubbed circles into his soulmate’s back. He could feel Cheol’s anger bubbling inside him more and more as the time went on.

“No. She’s protecting them. I don’t know why. Fucker doesn’t deserve to be protected.” Soonyoung grumbled.

“Being angry isn’t going to solve anything, babe.” Seokmin sighed, leaning against the bar. “All we can do is be there for her and support her.”

“What if she gets..-”

“She won’t.” Seungcheol rises quickly from his seat. “We won’t let it happen. It only happens if she’s in love, she’s nowhere near that stage yet.”

It’s late in the middle of the night and no matter how hard he tried, Jihoon just couldn’t get to sleep. The pain in his stomach had finally settled for a few hours, and he concluded that Soonyoung had caught up to you, calmed you down and helped you finally fall asleep. Seokmin’s words about your life kept repeating in his head and ate at his mind until he finally couldn’t take it anymore, reaching for his phone and wincing at the brightness as he opened up his search bar.

“What is Hanahaki?”

What? He frowns deeply to himself, as if trying to reason with his soul. Whether I like it or not, she is going to be a part of my life. I might as well learn now.

“Hanahaki is a disease contracted due to an unrequited romantic love. It is manifested in the form of flowers, which root themselves against the victim’s lungs that cause them to cough up petals and in some extreme cases, whole flowers.”

Jihoon’s thumb slowly scrolled through the information page, coming to a stop at a subheading.

“What is the Cause of Hanahaki?”

“The main cause of Hanahaki is when a victim’s soulmate does not reciprocate the romantic feelings harbored for them.”

“Is There a Cure?”

“In extreme cases there is a possibility that the victim is eligible for surgery to remove the blockage in the lung. The consequence to removal is the victim losing all feelings and memories in regards to their soulmate, and to never be able to feel romantic love ever again. As cases recorded show the victim’s refusal to lose their love, most cases result in death.”

That’s why her mother passed. Jihoon frowns to himself. If she had the surgery, she would have lost all memories of her kids.

He should be safe. You’re not in love with him. You have always known of Jihoon but never have had to spend time with him. You’re not gonna die from this. Who knows? Maybe Jihoon could find a way to get you two to be friends. He has known of some soulmates who keep their relationship platonic and it working out. He could try in a few weeks to press the idea to you.

A tightness builds in his chest, confusing running through his head. It’s - Jihoon checks the time on his phone - 3 in the morning, what is going-

He hiccups and feels tears start filling his eyes. In a matter of seconds, he’s feeling the urge to once again start sobbing and seek comfort.

This is going to be a long night.

Jihoon grows concerned when it has been over a week and he hasn’t seen you around campus. He keeps a subconscious eye out for you in common areas where you’re known to be with Seokmin or Soonyoung, but he only ever finds the two soulmates together. Soonyoung has been more withdrawn, Jihoon notices, but whenever asked by Wonwoo or Jun in passing, Soonyoung just waves them off. Jihoon wouldn’t tell anyone he knows the real reason.

Over the course of the week, like clockwork, Jihoon gets woken up in the middle of the night to pains in his chest and wet cheeks. It doesn’t take him long to figure out that you’re making sure he is asleep before you let out all your pent up emotions, which makes him feel even worse.

Ji-ah doesn’t notice anything wrong with her boyfriend, or if she does, she doesn’t say. She spends every lunch break at Jihoon’s table they share with Wonwoo, Mingyu, Jun and Jun’s classmate from dance class, Chan. Jihoon puts up a good front when with Ji-ah. He can’t walk on eggshells around her or she will get suspicious and he can’t lose her for a girl he barely knows. He smiles with his arm draped over his girlfriend’s shoulder, eating a mouthful of rice when he almost chokes on his food as he sees you walk into the cafeteria for the first time in over a week.

Soonyoung and Seokmin are on either side of you, talking animatedly about something that Jihoon can’t quite hear. He frowns when he takes a good look at you. You look paler than normal; even with his new perspective with colour he can tell you shouldn’t be this white. You have bags under your eyes and your hair is pulled back in a high ponytail atop your head, a pink ribbon tying it together. His eyes follow where you’re looking to see theater majors Boo Seungkwan and Yoo Jeongyeon at a table two spaces down from them.

“Finally!!” Seungkwan grins excitedly as he jumps up from the table, meeting you halfway as he pulls you in for a tight hug. “I’ve been dying without you in class. There’s only so much Lee Seokmin you can tolerate.” He whines as you let out a soft laugh.

“Imagine living with him.” You giggle as Seokmin responds with a ‘Yah!’ and a swat to your arm.

“Are you feeling better?” Seungkwan leads you to sit down beside him, Soonyoung flanking your other side and Seokmin joining Jeongyeon. “You still look pretty pale, Bug.”

“Ah, I’m getting there.” You feigned a laugh, waving him off as Jeongyeon reaches across the table and takes your hands in hers.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” She cooed. “A week is too long to be ill. I’ll hurt whoever gave you the flu and make sure they never do it again.” She smiled.

“I missed you too, Jeongs.” You smiled as you glanced at Seungkwan. “Fill me in on what’s happened in class. Have I missed much?”

Jihoon forces himself to stop listening then, shaking his head slightly before trying to tune back into the conversation his table was having, which currently was a discussion between Wonwoo and Chan over a certain video game that was just released.

“Okay, so, I’ve got some dress ideas I’m going to get made for Formal and I need a girl’s opinion.” Jeongyeon grinned, passing her iPad over to you.

You take the iPad and look over the 3 options of dresses with scribbles and annotations all over them as Seungkwan waves his chopsticks.

“Yah! I told you the style of number 2 would look SO good on you! Why do you need someone else’s opinion?”

“I don’t trust your judgment.” She glares as Seungkwan gasps and smacks his chest.

“Oh heaven forbid I can’t give a good opinion!” He whines as Soonyoung covers his mouth with a low chuckle, clearly not wanting to be involved in the bickering.

“I think the red suits you best.” You speak quietly. “The blue clashes with your skin tone too much and the dark green looks too wedding-y.”

You’re met with a prolonged silence from the table as you come face to face with your two classmates staring at you as if you’ve grown a second head.

“What?” You deadpanned.

“Are you telling me..” Jeongyeon whispered.

“It happened?” Seungkwan gasped.

“Mm.” You mumble, pushing the iPad across the table. “It’s not a big deal.”

“UMM?” Jeongyeon balked. “Not a big deal?! You’ve only been dreaming about this day for the last 20 years of your life!” She squealed, taking your hands tightly. “I’m so happy for you!”

The commotion at the table draws the attention of Jihoon’s housemates, who turn to look over at you, who is now sinking down in your seat, Soonyoung’s hand pressing on your back.

“What’s happened?” Mingyu called over.

“Y/N can see colours!” Jeongyeon responds excitedly.

Jihoon’s stomach drops, and he knows that it wasn't you this time. His knee starts to bounce slightly as he keeps an eye on you, the others at his table getting up to congratulate you.

“It really isn’t a big deal, guys.” You mumble.

“Are you kidding? This is amazing news!” Seungkwan cheered, Mingyu joining him.

“We know how much you’ve wanted this, Bug!” Mingyu smiles, ruffling your hair. “Tell us everything!”

“There’s nothing to tell.” You look away, reaching to take a bite of your sandwich.

“What?” Jeongyeon frowned, trying to get in your line of sight. “What’s gotten into you? I thought you’d be excited about this..”

“I would’ve been excited if they wanted me back.”

“Oh.. Bug, I’m-”

“Yeah, so forgive me if I’m not happy about being rejected by my soulmate.” You hiss bitterly, feeling the sting of tears burning your eyes.

“Oh the poor thing.” Ji-ah whispers to her boyfriend, eyebrows furrowed. She leans her head against his shoulder, and Jihoon just watches on.

“So what?” Seungkwan’s question shocked the others as you looked back at him in surprise.

“Huh?”

“So your soulmate doesn’t want you.” Seungkwan takes your hand in his. “You don’t need them now to see the beauty around you. You have us, don’t you?” He nudges your side. “And you have been blessed with seeing all of the world with new eyes.”

“He’s right, Bug.” Seokmin urged, smiling at you.

“I don’t see how this is supposed to help me, Boo. You haven’t even found your soulmate yet, so you wouldn’t know…”

“That’s irrelevant, Bug. We aren’t talking about me, we’re talking about you.” Seungkwan smiled and draped his body over yours dramatically. “Here, let’s change the subject, okay? You’ve been able to see colour for a while now, right?”

“Uh.. right..” you mumble.

“So, you have to have a favourite colour by now, right?”

“Oh..” Your lips purse slightly as you look up at the ceiling. “I never… I never really thought about it before.”

“Well, think about it now!” He chirped as he watched carefully for your thoughts.

“Uhh… well, there is one colour that I’ve been drawn to.. but you’re gonna laugh at me.”

“No we won’t, Bug.” Soonyoung soothes, smiling sweetly at you. “C’mon, tell us.”

“Well.. it’s brown.”

“Brown?” Jeongyeon frowns and tilts her head as you nod in confirmation. “What about something like pink?”

“It was the first colour I ever saw.”

Jihoon winced. He knew what was coming next, and he didn’t want to hear it.

“It was the colour of their eyes.”

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melimelissa998 · 1 year ago

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A Favor pt. 4

Part 3

“I still can NOT! Believe you asked him on a date” Mina says clapping her hands together, “It’s not a date” I say for maybe the 5th time today “Y/N, it is a date! He said so!” Jihyo is obviously on her side “He said, set the date, not it’s a date” I repeat but not sure if it was more for me than for them.

I lied to my friends about how I met Christopher and how we’re having a date dinner tonight. I had to go with a simple: we met at district 9, chitchat ever once a night and one thing led to recommending good restaurants and I mentioned one we both wanted to go and set a date to it…

“If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t have said something like that” Jihyo arches her eyebrows and me. I try not to laugh at her meme face, but I fail. “He was just being nice” I try one more time to make them stop “BUT! He said, ‘I’ll take you!’” Mina screams irritated at my denial. I roll my eyes and smile ignoring her, I later I realize I’m still smiling “Yeah, I, guess it is a date” I whisper hoping they don’t hear me, but I know they do. The 3 of us giggled as if we were 17 again and we just said hi to our crush passing by the hallway and he said hi back.

I still wasn't sure if i was nervous excited or nervous scared of what can happen tonight, was this even a good idea? I wish I wasn’t this excited over dinner with someone, but it’s been years I went out a date and Chris is such a mystery, but again, it’s just a favor he’s paying back I am reading all this as something it’s not…

“Soooo, what are you going to wear?” Mina’s voice makes me stop overthinking, I blink twice and come back to earth, “I was thinking of.” I’m about to show them the outfit, but Jihyo stops me “No.” she says firm and I look at her confused “You are not wearing a cute blouse with your jeans” she crosses her arms and I look at her surprised “I, I was not going to.” I lie to her and turn to my closet again. How the hell did she know?

I desperately look through my clothes for a second option and almost at the end of the rack, I see 2 nice dresses: a purple sundress with puffy sleeves and a navy-blue dress to the neck with long sleeves. I show both and they choose the blue one. “Isn’t it too much?” I take the piece to the mirror and try to imagine myself in it “You should do sexy tonight, not cute” Jihyo says, and Mina agrees “Leave the purple one for a day date, and besides, you do look amazing in blue” Mina tells me and I half smile “Okay, fine, I’ll go shower” I inform them and leave the room.

After I shower and change to something for now while I do my hair and makeup, I go back to my room and see Mina and Jihyo on their phones and internally laugh remembering Felix’s phone from the other night.

I walk to my vanity desk and start my makeup, simple, nude palette. “You should put on a red lipstick, that would be very, very hot” Jihyo suggests and laughs, I roll my eyes and I shake my head “Nah, I, will go with brown tonight, I can do red lipstick another time” I tell her, and she sees me through the mirror and tries not to do a frown but doesn’t say anything else.

I straighten my hair a little and go back to the bathroom to change to the dress, when I go back to the room I spin in the dress “Yeah, I like how I look” I tell them, and both of my best friends smile at me “You look great!” Mina compliments me and I fake a blush, I walk to the closet again and I look for shoes, black heals or brown flats “Heals” Jihyo says behind me, and I laugh again, “I knew you would say that.” I tell her.

I arrive at the address Chris texted and the uber left me in front of one of the 3-star Michelin restaurants there is in the world “God’s Menu”, I recheck the address on maps and the location was the same, as I walk to the entrance my heart starts to skip a beat and my hands start to sweat. Is this a joke?

A beautiful young hostess smiles and welcomes me “Can I have the last name for the reservation?” she asks while she pulls out a tablet “Oh, um, it’s under, um, BangChan? He told me to give you that name?” I pass on what he told me to say at the door, but it sounds more like a question. She looks at me surprised and clears her throat “I see, yes, follow me please” She leads me in the beautiful place, all so brown, and gold, so luxurious I felt even the air in here smells expensive.

“I, sorry to ask, but, is it a business diner?” she whispers and I shake my head “Not that I know of” I laugh a little to it and she nods trying to hide a smile, we do a right turn and as I’m looking around being distracted by all the details in the celling, she suddenly stops and I accidently bump into her “I’m so sorry” I apologize and she laughs “Don’t worry, it happens more than you think” we both smile at each other and then she points to the booth beside her and when I turn, Christopher is already sitting there with a drink in his hand, he’s looking at me with a smirk. “Hope you have a great night” she again whispers and this time she gives me a different smile, a soft smile. I see her go and I turn to Christopher “Hi” I wave at him and stand there not actually knowing where to sit.

Next to him? The other side of the booth? Am I going to slide all the way?

“You look gorgeous babygirl” he compliments me so daringly and I forgot to breath for a moment “Thank you” I feel my cheeks hurt from the blushing, he scoots more into the booth and with his head he points to the new spot he made. I swallow hard and sit next to him. “When you said ‘great place’ I thought it would be a pizza place like dominos or something” I joke and he smirks “I can take you to dominos next time” he shrugs, I don’t answer to that, but I feel my stomach flip inside me “This place is, just so, amazing, I thought it was hard to have a reservation here in with days” I tell him “It is, but the owner is a friend of mine” he says so nonchalant about it, I don’t speak and just stare at him, so casually, handsome, is face features are so drop dead gorgeous, his black suite looking expensive…

“Are you allergic to anything?” he asks taking a sip to his drink and hiding a smirk, I look away and felt embarrassed, he knows I was staring… “Um, yeah, shrimp? Seafood actually, it gives me like a rash and closes my throat” I explain, and he looks at me a little surprised “and my eyes get puff so that also looks ugly” I point to my eyes, and he chuckles “Got it, anything to drink?” He asks “lemon juice with whiskey” I answer and he nods, he does a sign in the air to call a waiter “Bring her a sour whiskey and today’s special make sure there’s no seafood related” he orders and the waiter agrees and leaves. Again, I feel my stomach all weird and I really don’t want to feel how special he is making me feel.

There’s a moment of silents between us and I wonder if he feels it as uncomfortable as I do, but his facial expression is so hard to read “So Bang Chan? Is that your last name?” I ask, he straightens up from his position and clears his throat “It’s my business name” he clears out “Oh, and Christopher is for friends?” I chuckle “Like Hannah Montana?” I joke and as soon as I say it I regret it, I am about to apologize for doing such a comment but before I can say I’m sorry, he laughs as if I said the funniest thing in the world “Yeah, you can say I have the best of both worlds” he joins a punch line and I bite my lips trying to avoid my smile.

The waiter comes back with my drink and an entrance soup. I thank him and he gives me a small nod, he leaves us alone again, Chris is looking at me as waiting for me to try the soup first, I take the spoon with soup and bring it to my mouth. “Oh wow, this is so amazing!” I sound too excited about it, but I can’t contain the happiness of the taste. He smirks and starts to eat too. There is another moment of silences and I try to think of something to talk about, I take a sip of my drink and remember the other night and see he still has painted nails “Does the whole ‘drug in the glass’ happens often?” I want to know, and he nods “yeah, we are kinda used to it” he keeps it simple “We? As in Lee Know, Felix? The other boys with you?” “Yes” I nod and talk again “Your accent, it sounds, not from here, it’s like a.” “Australian, it’s an Australian accent” he interrupts me “Oh! Yeah, it is, Felix too, right?” he nods, and I feel conscious of how many questions I made “Sorry, I’m doing too many questions” I explain and breath in and start to eat again “You’re fine” he says sincerely “Sorry, I just get nervous when there’s silence, I feel like I have to fill it up with my talking” I nervously laugh “You don’t need to apologize, it’s fine” he says again and I am about to say sorry again but he gives me a “don’t say it” expression which makes me shiver and the word gets stuck in my throat. His face expression relaxes, and he continues to eat which I do the same “You, have a job?” he asks after a while and I nod “Yeah, I’m an elementary teacher, at the Northwood school, the one that’s on top of the hill?” I question the last part waiting for him to answer if he knew which one I was talking about, and nods “Is it a hard job?” he asks, and I smile “Oh let me tell you about it…”

Through the night, I start to tell stories of my kids and how crazy it is to be an elementary teacher, I also tell him all the funny moments I’ve had and at first, I really felt I should shut up at one point, but Chris would give me a look as if he was very interested or as if I was telling the most amazing story ever and made it feel like if it was okay for me to keep talking. Every now in then he would also share a story of his elementary days or crack a joke between my stories making all uncomfortable feeling go away.

At the end of dinner, after have to most amazing dessert Christopher lets out a heavy breath “I’ve got to say, you are funnier than I thought” he says with a half-smile, I roll my eyes hiding mine “Thanks, sounded offensive but thanks” I joke with him and he smirks. He’s about to say something back at me but the sound of a ringtone stops him. He talks a very old phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. I look at the phone with a frown, but also let out a chuckle, he looks at me confused “What’s up with a modern phone? You and Felix seem to not like smartphones” I comment and laugh about it, Chris looks down and the phone and back at me “It gives me what I actually just needed it for” he kinda sound serious almost annoyed about my comment “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything abo.” I feel bad and want to apologize about it but he interrupts me “I, didn’t mean it like that, I, just don’t need a fancy phone” he says in a better tone but it stills make me feel bad, I nod understanding and he still seems uneasy “I’m not into social media or have time for texting with friends” he comments in a sad tone now. I try to think of what to say instead of sorry, “Oh, that’s sad, and here I was thinking we were going to be text buddies after this” I tease him and give him my best “it’s okay” smile. He looks at me with an expression I try to read.

Was it funny? Did he hate the joke? Did he even get the joke?

“In that case, I’ll have to change it” he wiggles the old phone in the air and takes me off guard, I feel a chill breeze all of a sudden and my back is shivers. I really try stop myself from showing any emotion on my face but I feel a stupid smile on my face trying creep. I think of something to say back but I don’t know what to respond. I look away and distract myself with whatever I see first, I hear him chuckle but still don’t say anything else. I take a deep breath and look at my watch “I, should probably get going before it's late, then the Ubers get really expensive and I.” “I’ll take you home” he interrupts “Oh, I didn’t mean it to sound like.” I panic and try to explain myself but he ignores me “I’ll drive you home, getting in a car this late isn’t a good idea.” He again interrupts me and takes the last sip of his drink. I sit there looking at him getting up and out the booth, how can he just be so fine and cool about it… “. Let’s go baby girl” he sounds like he’s ordering me which I instantly react to it by getting up. He guides his hand to the bottom of my back and gives me a little push to start walking. I again feel a shiver down my back and my heart in my ears, I am so glad he can’t see how my face is probably damn red right now, I take small breath to stop my heart race and hope he can’t sense my nervousness.

We walk to the entrance of the place and a black Mercedes probably car of the year pulls up, a valet steps out and gives the keys to Chris, the valet guy is about to open the passenger door from me but Chris stops “I’ll take it from here” he again speaks in a demanding order in which the guy steps aways “Yes sir, have a great night” he says goodbye and leaves. Chris opens the door of the car and also closes it after. I take the chance to let out the air in my lungs and wait for him to get to the driver’s seat. The drive to my department was silent, not even music playing to make it feel not weird at this point. My need to vomit talk was making me go crazy. “Thank you!” I say out of the blue “. F-for dinner and the ride home” I look at him but he doesn’t seem to react about it “I know I talked a lot and sorry if I annoyed you, but.” “You didn’t at all, I enjoyed it” he interrupts and stops in front of a red light. He looks at me and just stays like that. The light makes his skin glow and I once again I look at his face, the scar, his lips, his nose, and into his eyes. The light turns green and he turns to face the road.

I then feel so unreal, the night, the air, this isn’t real, it’s so unreal, he’s unreal.

I stop overthinking as soon as I hear Chris get out of the car and walk to my side to open the door, I am about to say goodbye and thank him again but he speaks first “Let me take you out again.” I stand there a little confused “. But this time not as a favor…”

He just really knows how to take my breath away…

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kissagii · 1 year ago

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A sunny day in the rainy season sums up what it’s like to love Yoichi.

cw: gender neutral reader, 1.2k words, food/eating mentions, mild cursing like once, yoichi is a dense idiot, it’s pure sappy fluff <33

Loving Isagi is soft and warm, like the first day of sun after a week of nothing but rain – a day so long awaited that the only thing he can think to do is spend the entire day at your side, celebrating the good weather that he just knows means spring is on the way. When it’s the golden rays of sun that wake Isagi up, he’s sure it’s you that’s shining: your glowing face and smile that’s brighter than a thousand suns. At long last the tiredness is gone from his aching muscles, and he’s sure that’s your work too. He should get up, he thinks, he should cook you something to celebrate the return of the sun, but you cling onto him so tightly… there’s no harm in staying, is there?

“Hm… I’m so glad I don’t have practice today” he mumbles, half to himself, basking in your warmth and the gentle rays of morning that peek through the curtains.

“Why?” you ask, roused by his gentle mumbles.

He freezes and blushes like a schoolboy with his first love, not having intended to wake you up. “It means we can spend the day together. The rain finally stopped and it’s already sunny, we should celebrate.”

“Celebrate what, Yoichi?” You ask. It’s another one of Isagi’s silly ideas, and you can’t be bothered to understand it, not when his touch is so warm and gentle and laying there together in his bed that’s not big enough for two you think you’ve finally understood what people mean when they say someone can feel like home. Isagi feels like home.

Isagi’s not sure exactly what he wants to celebrate beyond the fact that today just has to be celebrated. He nuzzles close into you and says, “Well… that we survived the rain. That the sun’s back and spring’s on the way. That we’ve been together for a year.”

“A… year?” Has it been that long already?

“Yeah… crazy, right? It’s still a while until the day we made things official- official… but we were basically dating before then, right?”

So it has been… One almost-spring to another. You both remember the time with fondness, though in the moment the stormy weather had been a perfect representation of how you felt. The maybe-relationship stage had been confusing and scary and frustrating, but everything turned out alright, so really, how bad could it have been? It brought Isagi closer to you, after all, so for all he knew it was the best blessing he had ever received.

“I guess we should celebrate then,” You say with a laugh, “A sunny day after the rainstorms to celebrate making it for a year after whatever that was. Fitting, isn’t it?”

He pulls you close by the waist, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. “Mhm. We should go have breakfast at that one cafe where you got upset ‘cause the barista gave me her number.”

“Oh god, the one where I called you a dense idiot?” You remember the café clearly, a quaint little place where you almost rethought your entire relationship with Isagi. You’d gone back once or twice since that day, but never with him.

“Yeah, that one. You were right though, I was being a dense idiot,” He laughs, untangling himself from your arms to get out of bed, though he’d really rather stay there with you all day, wrapped in the blankets without a care in the world.

“But now you’re my dense idiot, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Just as he promised, Isagi takes you to breakfast, though he insists you walk together to properly enjoy the weather. He holds your hand the whole way. Every flower you pass he points out, saying it reminds him of you in some way. One was the color of a shirt you wore on a particularly memorable date, another he swears was in a bouquet you gave him once, a third he remembers seeing outside your apartment, and most of them he just thinks are pretty like you.

Like a gentleman he pays for the both of you, and he has your coffee order memorized. It’s the same coffee you got that day last year, when he ordered your favorite from memory for the first time.

“When did you first memorize my coffee order?” You ask as you sit down at a little table on the patio, the cafe owner’s cat sitting on the railing and watching the two of you with wide eyes. The sunlight makes Yoichi’s equally wide, lovestruck eyes sparkle sapphire blue.

“I don’t know… early on, I guess. I think it made me finally realize that I thought of you as more than a friend. I can hardly remember Bachira’s order after all this time, so why did I get yours so easily?”

For a moment you sit in silence – it was true, you realized. Who else could he order coffee for without messing up their order once? Even before you were together he would surprise you with something after a rough day, always timed perfectly though you never really told him how you were feeling.

“I think I realized I had feelings for you when you took me to the park after a particularly rough day… Do you remember that? When you grabbed my hand and we ran around under the stars it was like everything made sense.”

“But that was so early… damn, I really am dense, aren’t I?” Isagi laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. His smile is shy and lopsided, it’s the smile you fell in love with so quickly.

You think back to what you said a year ago, the memory vivid in your mind. “Isagi Yoichi, you are a dense idiot! I think you’re the stupidest man I’ve ever met, and I’ve known a lot of stupid men in my lifetime. I swear, I can’t stand you sometimes!”

At first, he seems taken aback, but immediately he bursts into laughter. “I love you too, sweetheart. You’re right though, I am pretty dense, aren’t I?”

The day is yours, yours and his, but mostly yours because to Isagi you are the sun, and the sun is here to illuminate you at long last. Everything he says and does, every word and every action, no matter how small, is a new way to say “I love you.” You visit every place that was important to you back then, in an almost-spring a year past, the parks and restaurants and streetcorners that defined a whole rainy season. And when the day grows late and you return to Isagi’s home, a home that may as well be yours, the sun is gone until another dawn but Isagi doesn’t mind. It never was a day to celebrate the sun, it was a day to celebrate his love for you, which feels just the same as a long-awaited sunny day.

“I love you, Yoichi,” You murmur, running your fingers gently through his soft inky hair, watching as his chest rises and falls peacefully.

“I love you too…” He murmurs, half asleep, “In the sun and in the rain… last year and this year and next year and every year after… I love you.”

Spring may be far – weeks away, perhaps months – but all of its beauty is not something Isagi longs for anymore. No, the wintertime may be rainy and cold, but with you in it, he feels as though every day is graced by the gentle sun that is love. Your love, his love, and the steady, sunny glow where they meet.

i love him a normal amount

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