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venusflytrapm · 3 months ago

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Aizawa x Fem!reader

3.3k w/c. warnings: fem!reader, mention of open relationship (not reader), PIV no protection, creampie, drinking, alcohol and bar stuff (never drank and im not 21 yet), tell me if i forgot stuff, MDNI 18+

NOT EDITED OKAY IM SORRY, banners accredited to @/kafekitsune and thank you to @/mintmatcha for giving me the inspiration for aizawa. enjoy y'all

Water splashes against your boots and droplets adorn your hair. You love the rain—from the comfort of your apartment, not when it’s messing up the coat you just had dry cleaned.

Maybe it’s worth it, especially when you bump into a beautiful stranger.

You don’t know who bumped into who but the way these dark, tired eyes bore into yours has you furrowing your brows involuntarily. You’ve never had the prettiest expressions. You try to soften your features, but you fail horribly, it only worsens the natural scowl on your face.

“I’m sorry,” The man's hand reaches out to touch your shoulder, and you can tell that he genuinely means what he says. “I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

You shake your head, to anyone else it would look like a twitch with how stiff you are right now. Your stomach sloshes and you can’t tell if it's because you’re going to be sick or if you’re getting shy from this guy’s voice.

Yeah, you don’t believe in love at first sight. It’s always been something of a fairy tale, nothing to be taken seriously. How can you love someone you just met?

…This handsome stranger is making you contemplate everything you thought you've ever known.

You’re lost in thought before you realize that you hadn’t responded to what he said and you feel your cheeks heat up at the realization.

A breath escapes your lips. “No, jeez, I don’t think I was paying attention to anything but the rain.” You laugh. It’s more awkward than sincere. “I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

“What makes you think you’re bothering me?” His hand is still on your shoulder.

His words make your stomach tighten and you’re painfully aware of the way his fingers flex around your shoulder blade. You fight the sudden urge to defend yourself irrationally.

“Clearly you have someplace to be, or else you wouldn’t be walking in this weather.” You reply cooly. The tone of your words shocks you as they leave your lips.

He smiles. It’s barely noticeable, just a small curl of his lip. He feels so familiar but you know for a fact you’ve never met him before.

“I’m Shouta.”

You give him your name and now you’re both smiling.

You can feel the way your cheeks hurt as you gaze at him. He’s trying to memorize your face and you his. Your eyes scan the way the rain makes his hair damp and stick to his forehead. The soft glisten on the tip of his nose. The droplets that hang on his lashes, heavy and drooping.

“Let me buy you a coffee, there’s a cafe right up the street.”

You pretend to not notice the way he makes the excuse to keep you around. But it doesn’t bother you, you’d much rather be with company than home right now anyway.

“I’d like that."

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You exchanged numbers at the coffee shop but it’s been three days since you’ve spoken.

He has your number, and you his. And realistically you could give him a call but you can’t help but think that if he wanted to talk to you he would.

As you sit at your desk, your fingers hovering over the keys of your laptop, your mind drifts back to that interaction over lattes. How his hands engulfed the mug, how they tore open the small packets of sugar.

Your mouth starts to water and you aren’t sure if it's because of the memory of the sandwich he ordered you, or the tempting way his lips pressed to the rim of his mug.

You shouldn’t feel this way about a man you just met, but he’s just so entrancing. So captivating.

Your fingers hover over the ‘S’ key, and your eyes are caught by the swaying leaves of the tree outside your window. It’s been windy since your date. If you can even call it a date. It was technically more of a meeting.

You’re not left much time to dwell on the specifics before your phone starts to ring from its place on your mattress. The moment you stand you knock into your desk, then the bedpost, almost slipping on the laundry on the floor before picking up the phone with a breathless ‘hello.’

It’s Shouta on the other line, his deep voice filling your ears. You smile as he greets you with your name.

“Yes, that’s me. Hi Shouta.” You say, trying to come off as flirty and failing horribly. Your voice sounds tired and drawn out.

He lets out a low chuckle. “I’m sorry for not calling sooner, I’ve had a hectic time at work. I was planning on calling you as soon as I got things sorted.”

The idea of him thinking about you makes your fingers twitch around the phone, and you chew the hollow of your cheek in thought. “No, I understand. You mentioned that- your job is like that. It's okay,” God, could you sound more pathetic? You haven’t even gone on two dates and you already sound like an overcompensating, pushover girlfriend. You’re already rolling your eyes over yourself.

“If it isn’t too much to ask, would you be willing to go out tonight?” He asks, and his voice has a soft shake to it, almost like he’s nervous to ask.

Your cheeks warm and you sit on the edge of your bed, fingers playing with the fabric of your comforter. “I can check to see if I’m available.” You hum into the receiver. “What time were you thinking?” Realistically, you know you have no plans, but you still reach for your calendar.

There’s a pause, and it almost sounds like he’s scrambling for something on his end before there’s a response. “Does seven work? I can send you the address.”

“Seven’s fine. I’ll see you, bye Shouta.” You smile and you hope it sounds like that in your voice.

“See you then,” He responds, your name fluttering through the receiver and into your ears. The way he says it has your stomach clenching in a way no one else has ever made you feel.

This is probably the first time you’ve felt excited to go out on a Friday night in years.

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“You know, it’s good that you’re getting back into the dating scene. Maybe you’ll want to go out with me and ‘muri more.” Hizashi calls out to Shouta from his spot on the dark-haired man's couch. He earns a dreadful groan in response that only makes him smile.

Shouta walks back into the room holding two different white button-downs. His face is emotionless as he holds them up expectantly. “I don’t want to go out with you and Nemuri, the only things you do are drink and flirt with strangers.”

The blond man gasps, his hand thrown in his chest in faux exasperation. “We do more than drink and flirt.” He furrows his brows before he looks between the garments. “The one on the left, the other one looks too formal.”

“You don’t think formal would impress her?” To an outsider, his question seemed cool and casual, but to someone like Hizashi, who’s known Aizawa for most of his adult life, he could tell his buddy was apprehensive.

“Well, I never met the girl so I wouldn’t know. And it’s just a bar, you’ll probably drink and she’ll come back to your apartment if you know what I mean. No point in wearing a nice shirt if she’ll just take it off.” Mic’s brows wiggle and he swings his legs so he can rest his feet on the wooden coffee table in the center of the room.

Aizawa scoffs and shakes his head. “I’m not looking for a hookup, I’m not a serial dater like you.”

“Hey! Look where I’m at now,” He pouts, waving his ring finger at Shouta, the thick gold band catching in the low light of the apartment. “You know you want some of that action.” he’s teasing. Yet Shouta can’t help but agree.

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The bar is quieter than you expected.

Living in this city for the past three years, you thought you knew most (if not all) of the hidden gems near your apartment. Shouta seems to like proving your subconscious wrong.

You’re quick to order a drink before you even take your seat, skin itching with the need to get some sort of relaxation. Your heart is beating so loud you can barely hear yourself think.

The fresh drink in your hand does little to ease your nerves, the amber liquid staring up at you as you contemplate leaving. It’s 7:01.

A hand is on your back at 7:02 but you already know who it is.

“You look great,” he says, you can’t help to notice his crisp white button-down, freshly steamed.

“I could say the same about you.” You reply with a smile, popping the cherry from your drink in your mouth. You don’t miss the way his eyes glance down at your lips. It gives you a rush.

Shouta raises his hand to the back of his neck, his fingers raking through the locks grazing his nape.

The sight makes you take a gulp from your drink that's larger than intended. The taste makes your head spin but you need it now more than ever.

Your date takes his seat on the stool next to yours, he’s ordering a drink but you’re too busy reeling to pay attention.

The spice sits on your tongue and it gives you the courage to put a hand on his knee, your body is twisting, and you’re leaning into him and craning your head to get a better look at him in the dim light of the bar.

“How’d you get this?” You ask through a hum, your other hand coming up to trace the silver mark beneath his eye.

His cheeks pinken, at least that's what you’re telling yourself as he tenses beneath your touch. “It’s dumb.” His brows pinch like he’s trying to read you. You act differently on whiskey.

You smile, taking another sip from your glass as you meet his eyes. “I’d like to know.”

He grabs his glass, it’s an old-fashioned. You catch yourself staring a bit too intently as his lips meet the glass.

The alcohol seems to give him the confidence to speak, his hand meets your shoulder and his thumb grazes your collarbone so gently.

“I fell, hit my face on the ground.” He nods as if he’s remembering the moment it happened. “I told you it was stupid.” He grins

You cross your legs and bite back a smile. “I don’t think it's stupid,” you lean up and press your lips to the scar, it's slower than you intended, warm, and shouta can smell the bittersweet scent of your drink.

The hand on your shoulder slinks down to your waist, down down down until his hand is gripping you as if you’d disappear.

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His lips are on yours the moment the door shuts.

His apartment is small, it smells like new books and freshly mowed grass. The scent only spurs you two on.

You can taste the sweet aftertaste of his drink on his tongue, as well as the vibrations that rumble from his throat at the way you pull his hair. The locks are soft in your hands, intertwined between your fingers. He smells like whiskey and pine.

Your lips taste sharp against Shouta’s. You’ve never been with a man who makes as much noise as him, especially just from kissing. Little groans are leaving his lips, and you imagine how they’d feel on other parts of your body.

His hands are everywhere, your waist, your ass, your breasts. He’s kissing you so messily, lips are bitten and raw, filled with want. You bring your hands down to his pants and try to undo the zipper.

Then he’s gone, and he’s going down, down, down, and before you know it, he’s pressing his cheek against your thigh.

“Tell me you want this,” he rasps, “tell me or I’ll stop.”

Your hands make their way to his hair, tugging at the messy bun he adorns. “I want this, I want you,” Your voice is shaky, you’re gasping for air that you already have. Just a few moments of kissing and touching have you desperate for a man that you’ve only met twice.

The thought has you reeling, rushing. You need him.

He hums at your words, and he’s pulling down your pants in one go.

His mouth is on your cunt before you know it, he’s kissing you agonizingly slow and it has you reaching for something to hold on to. There is only one thing there and it’s him.

You bring your knee up to rest your leg on his shoulder, his blunt nails are digging into your thigh, and he’s drooling all over you. You can feel a mixture of slick and drool drip down your thighs. The wetness has you hooking your thigh around his head, pulling him in. It’s suffocating the both of you. All this want and need between two people, two souls, two beings—it's pouring out at this very moment.

“Oh- oh, fuck sho,” Your eyes are rolling back into your skull and you thank god for the way you’re holding your body up through this.

You reach your orgasm from his tongue alone, its curling and twisting your insides in a way that has you screaming. Your mind is so numb that you can hear the blood wooshing in your ears.

His cheeks shine with your slick as he looks up at you, low-lidded eyes scanning each and every feature you have. “You okay?” He asks, more teasing than serious.

“Can we take this to the bedroom?” You breathe out a sultry laugh, or you try to. It comes out more weak than anything.

“Are you sure you have it in you for one more?” he drawls, holding your hips to help himself stand.

His words turn you on more than they need to. It has you tingling deep in your stomach, fluttering as you grab his face and pull him into a deep kiss. Clashing all tongue and teeth.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips.

His cheeks are warm in your hands, you’re stroking them and reeling in the heat of another man's body.

His hands find their place beneath your thighs and you barely have a moment to breathe before he’s picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

The time between the living room and the bedroom feels like forever, the anticipation is barely ceasing with the kisses you give each other. But your back hits the bed before you know it and you can feel the pressing weight of his body as he kisses your neck.

Your hands find his hair and you’re tugging, moaning at the way he marks the soft parts of your neck.

It's funny how his hands grope your chest. You can almost hear a tiny laugh, the huff of his nose, as he molds your breast between your fingers. Your nipples peddle at the contact.

You don’t remember when his pants came off but you can feel the weight of his cock press into your thighs, the same thighs he was between earlier.

“Please, please,” You moan, pulling the dark locks of Shouta’s hair.

You can feel him grin. “Please, what? Use your words.” He hums.

His hand meets your slit and his middle finger trails it with a circle. You can’t believe he’s making you say it.

“Just fuck me already.” You mewl and tighten your thighs around his hand.

He’s off of you in the instant. Large hands engulf your thighs and spread them open, so wide you feel like your legs might rip off.

The weight of his cock makes you gasp as his tip presses against your slit. You both are staring at each other as he waits for your approval. You nod, staring at the space between you.

He pushes in slowly, the stretch makes you throw your head back and bite your lips. You try to contain the noises but just let out a low, long whimper.

There's heavy breathing between the two of you for what feels like forever. In the moongleam, he looks like an angel, with rosy cheeks and damp skin. He’s soft beneath your touch.

It doesn't take him long before he's thrusting. There's a soft slap of skin every few seconds that mingles with the creaking of the bed.

Your hands find his chest then move up to his shoulders, you’re holding him like he is your life support. It's surprisingly soft for the most desperate sex of your life.

Your lips meet and there's the soft moans and grunts between you two. There are no words but your presence means more, you can feel the want without having to say it.

You start to get louder, and louder, and louder. His hand is on your breast then stalking lower to your stomach, then between your legs. And it's hot.

His fingers brush your clit, delicate but it sends you crashing, hitting your second orgasm of the night.

Your back is arching off the bed and all the air leaves your lungs. You see white behind your eyes, like stars flashing in your peripheral.

You feel him finish inside you with a soft grunt before he collapses on your chest. And you stare into each other's eyes as you embrace. It's the subtle art of trying to memorize the other’s features, and you both stay that way until you fall asleep.

By the time morning comes you’re up first by the gleam of the rising sun in your eyes. Shouta’s laid beside you on his stomach, his hand on your waist.

You hope he’s a heavy sleeper and roll out from under him. Your feet hit the carpet and you start to gather your things. Your heart pangs with guilt.

You’re gone before he wakes.

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It's raining again.

Maybe it's a sign? It’s been six days since your date with Shouta and you refuse to call him.

You’ve been thinking about it for days, fucks sake you’re thinking about it right now as you walk down the pavement. You think the rain will remind you of shouta for the rest of your life.

The rain started your love story, even if it was short. The dark and grogginess, how it always makes you lethargic. It pangs in the name of Shouta Aizawa.

You check the time on your watch and by the time you look up, you’re already at the crosswalk.

A familiar dark-haired man is standing across the street.

You have half a mind to turn and walk away, maybe go grab a bite to eat and wait out the rain.

Green lights flash and your feet are moving before you can think. You look down to see shouta’s doing the same and you start to walk faster.

His hands engulf your face when you meet, his lips smashing into yours and you let him.

It tastes like mint and coffee grounds, it smells like earth and fresh rain, and it feels like home.

Forever your lips touch, moving together like matching puzzle pieces. You feel complete.

It takes a moment for you to pull away, and you’re staring at each other with rosy, kiss-swollen lips.

“You look cold, you shouldn’t be out in the rain.” He speaks first.

You nod and the ends of your lips curl into a smile. “Neither should you.” Your hand rests on his shoulder, your thumb grazing his collarbone.

“Let me buy you a coffee, there’s a cafe right up this street.” He asks hopefully.

His eyes bore into yours for what feels like forever, you’re so close you can feel the uneasiness in his heartbeat. You know you can’t leave him hanging for much longer.

“I’d like that.”

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#aizawa shota x reader #shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #please someone reblog or critique me

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pitchsidestories · 6 months ago

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have yourself a merry little Christmas II Kim Little x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1115

summary: Kim, the Arsenal team and reader are strolling through a Christmas market together. requested

author's note: dear readers, we hope you enjoy our oneshot, your feedback is always appreciated.❤️❤️

Visiting the London Christmas market with the Arsenal team became an annual festive tradition for your teammates and you. The delicious scent of cinnamon and chocolate was in the air as you made your way through the buzzing streets, the slightly wet cobblestones reflected the warm fairy lights surrounding you.

“Girls, where’s Kim and y/n?”, Leah stopped moving alarmed by her realization that you two were suddenly missing from the group.

“They were right behind us.”, Beth shrugged innocently. The striker’s remark only intensified the blonde defenders frowning lines on her forehead.

“Kyra, no!”, Alessia laughed, trying to prevent the young Australian to get anymore chocolate from one of the many stands, so she wouldn’t suffer from a sugar shock.

“What?”, the midfielder responded sounding completely guileless.

“You can’t have chocolate right now, we’ve lost our captain and her wife which means we need to find them.”, Leah shook her head impatiently.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.”, Kyra waved it off unbothered by the dramatics of the vice-captain. With a huge smile on her lips, she added eyes gleaming joyfully: “But there’s hot chocolate over there.”

“It can’t be as good as Swiss chocolate.”, Lia grumbled.

“Amor.”, Mariona chuckled amused.

“Maybe try it before you slam it.”, Beth suggested winking.

“See, listen to her.”, the Spanish midfielder smirked at the older Swiss woman who still looked unconvinced at the chocolate laying in front of her.

“Oi, I think I saw them.”, Katie interrupted them excitedly, before the team could reach them though, Kim and you disappeared in the crowd again.

In front of a booth where one could win prices your wife came to a halt. Immediately, the Scottish woman’s light eyes spotted something she wanted to get for you. The unfolding scene felt like one of those cheesy Hollywood rom coms you loved while your lover hated them with a passion.

“Kim, you don’t have to do that.”, you crossed your arms in front of your chest

“Do what?”, Kim frowned.

“To win that stuffed animal for me.”, you finished your sentence with a smile on your face.

“Who said I wanted to win it for you.”, the midfielder countered teasingly.

“So, it’s for your niece and nephew?”, you asked her.

“I didn’t say that either.”, she reminded you grinning. After a few rounds of playing, Kim triumphantly handed the stuff animal to you, announcing proudly: “Here this is yours.”

“Thank you.”, you muttered too stunned to say something else.

“You’re welcome.”, your wife replied.

Nervously you put a loose string of hair behind your ear: “Kimmy, you don’t think we’re too old for plushies?”

“What? No.”

“It’s really cute.”, you admitted touched by her soft gesture. Most people in your life were getting married, buying houses and having babies, the latter one you failed at it, you two were trying again in the new year. But for now, you were grateful for what you did had an amazing wife and a wonderful team which were also your found family.

“Let’s go, maybe we’ll find the others again.” Kim cleared her throat.

You nodded slowly: “Good idea. It’s a team bonding event after all.“

“Exactly. But do you want to get some mulled wine first? I know you like that.”, Kim suggested, pointing into the direction of a stand close by. The smell of spices and warm alcohol wafted over to you.

You smiled, admiring that she remembered: “I do.“

“I’ll get us some.“, Kim said and queued up before you could protest.

A few minutes later, she pressed a hot mug into your hand. You leaned forward until the steam touched your cheeks, inhaling the smell. “Thanks, you’re the best.“

“Because I bought you a drink?”, Kim chuckled before taking a sip from her mulled wine.

“No, for… everything.”

A crease formed between her eyebrows as she studied you sternly: “I’m not doing anything.“

“Not through my eyes.“, you said, carefully drinking from the hot beverage in front of you.

Your wifes face softened: “That’s sweet of you.“

You hid your face behind your mug while taking another sip: “It’s the truth.“

“That’s just the mulled wine.“

You giggled about how bad Kim was at accepting compliments: “I’ve not had that much of it yet! But you know it’s Christmas soon and you know what they say about Christmas. That you tell the truth.“

“I never heard of that before.“, the midfielder grinned.

“Sadly it’s not from me. It’s a quote from Love, actually.“

“Never seen that.“

You blinked at her in disbelief: “You didn’t? We need to change that as soon as we get home.“

“I don’t even like Christmas movies.“, she complained. That fact definitely wasn’t new to you. It was almost impossible to get her to watch anything Christmas related.

But before you could protest and explain to her that not all Christmas movies are predictable and cheesy, you found yourself right under a plastic mistletoe. Admittedly, that was even too cheesy for you.

“Oh.“, you said as you looked upwards.

Kims eyes followed your gaze to the mistletoe: “And that’s exactly why. They’re all so stupid and clichéd. Like the tradition that you have to kiss under a mistletoe…“

You silenced her with one raised eyebrow: “You didn’t hate tradition when you went down on one knee for me years ago.“

Kim simply rolled her eyes in response: “Oh please.“

“Yeah, right, forget it. Oh, look who’s over there.“

A group of blonde girls stood out from the crowd. You immediately recognised your teammates.

“Oh.“

“Let’s go back over to them.“, you suggested but when you were about to take a step forward, Kims hand snaked around your wrist, holding you back.

“It’s bad luck.“

She nodded upwards to the plant above your heads.

You bit back a smile: “I thought you detested Christmas traditions.“

“I do. But we can’t risk it, can we?”, the Arsenal captain grinned sheepishly.

“No, we can’t.”, you agreed mirroring her smile before her lips met for a short, but sweet kiss.

Both of you were quickly interrupted by Leah’s statement, her arms were crossed in front of the chest: “Underneath the mistletoe.”

“Ew.”, Kyra grimaced who got playfully elbowed into her side through Steph.

The older defender warned her smiling: “Shut it.”

Expectantly Alessia looked at Kim and you: “ Are you coming now? We want to go on the Ferris wheel?”

“Yes, we’re coming.”, you told her beaming.

“Don’t worry.”, your wife added in a light-tone.

Somewhere in the background, have yourself a merry little Christmas was playing, and little Christmas was about to be soon indeed. The air was already full of laughter, joy and the promises of a New Year.

Christmas/Winter Oneshots

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callofdoobie420 · 1 month ago

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A Surprise Visit

Neighbor!price x lil birdie down the road

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You groan and clutch your pounding head, as you slowly start to come to. Blinking your eyes, as you let out a loud yawn. Head turning to face your bedroom door, you could swear you heard…

Was that a knock at your front door?

Honestly you didn’t entirely remember getting home last night, but you do remember John helping you back. Maybe bringing over a bottle of wine to his place wasn’t the best idea. Your hangover was certainly agreeing with that point and—

Yeah that’s definitely a knock at your door.

Reluctantly you sit up out of bed, stretching your arms above your head. It was lazy of you, but you were taking your time. Your body just hurt. It was embarrassingly difficult, but you pulled on your hoodie — since you weren’t gonna answer the door bra-less. Just tits galore.

Your pace quickens when you hear shouting from outside. Struggling to throw on some sweat pants, usually sleeping in panties and a tank top coming back to haunt you. Stumbling down the hall to the front door.

“Hey grizzly bear! Yeah you!” A loud, but very familiar voice shouts. “What the fuck are you creeping out front for?”

“Now ma’am I—“

John’s explanation is cut off as you throw open your front door. Heaving out breaths from the sheer panic you felt.

“H-he…he isn’t creeping…” you breathe out an explanation, as you soak in the terrible physical performance you are demonstrating. “But thank you for defending me, love you very much sissy…”

“Ahhh so is he a boyfriend then?” Your sister grins wickedly, seeing an opportunity to potentially grill him.

“No,” you answer, at the same time that John answers yes. You shoot him a glare, “Would you just…he’s my neighbor. Just down the road.”

Walking up to the two of you confidently, she takes a peek at the items in John’s hands. “Yeah all neighbors bring over hangover cures…” she chuckles, “so how drunk did she get?” She asks her attention now on John.

“Perfectly loaded,” he grins, his eyes finding yours. Seeing the fury in yours, and matching it with adoration. “I don’t want to ruin a sister visit though. Just wanted to bring these for you love, make sure you’re okay.”

A blush finds its way over your face the moment he places the pain killers and antacids in your hands. Warmth lingering where his fingers brush your skin. Silently cursing your sister for just showing up today of all days.

You had planned to tell John just how you felt.

How much you wanted him. How much you hoped he wanted you too.

“Nonsense,” your sister waves him off, “I’d love to get to know you. Got to make sure there’s nothing off with my baby sisters neighbors…” she says, and it’s not lost on anyone the way she says it. She isn’t buying your bullshit at all.

You lead them both inside. Filling the kettle as they both sit at your small dining table. Tea would likely settle your nerves, but you desperately wished for that wine from last night.

A few minutes later, you set a tray with three cups, some milk and sugar on the table.

“And she flipped straight over the handlebars…” your sister laughs, as she tells the story of the time you had flipped over your bike…stopping for a frog.

In your defense, the frog was cute and who would want to smoosh any living thing. But also your knees, arms and palms were skinned for two weeks straight. You’d do the same thing too.

John let out a low belly laugh, as his eyes flicked up to you. Reaching out for his cup.

“She is quite the kind soul isn’t she…”

Your sister can’t hold back another bark of laughter, wiping her eyes, “Kind. Yeah sure, until you piss her off. I advise not doing that. She’s a little like a puppy, all cute until you push too far — then she might snap.”

It’s hard to ignore that your sister seems fiercely proud over this fact about you. And from even the short time speaking with her, John gets the sense the two of you are very alike in that regard.

He wouldn’t deny that that fire and fierceness is a lot of what drew him to you. But your sister had hit it right on the head.

He loved your soft side too. He loved the mix of both. That perfect blend that made you exactly who you were.

Counted himself a lucky man to get to meet some of your family today. Get to see some of what shaped you into who you are, as you throw your head back in laughter he hasn’t drawn from you. Yet.

To get to see you feeling so free. So light. With someone who knows everything about you, who grew with you.

He wants to be that for you going forward. Only deeper. Intimate. Longing to learn every part of what makes up your soul.

Later that night, John steps out onto your back porch. Cigar lit as he take a long drag. The sliding door pulling his attention.

Your sister walks out, pulling out a cigarette. Ah, something you two don’t share. You always claimed you hated the smell, so preferred if John smoked outside.

He’d do anything for you. So it was an easy change.

“So, when are you going to ask her out?” She asks, taking a long drag of the dart. Letting the ember flare a bit.

John chuckles softly, shoving a hand in his pocket. The other grabbing the cigar from his mouth, “honestly we were going to have that talk today…”

“Yikes…” your sister, sucks her breath in through her teeth. “Sorry for cockblocking you guys unintentionally…”

Both of them laugh at that, and he decides that she wouldn’t be a bad in-law one day. Could imagine a future of double dates with her and her future significant other. Losing himself in a daydream.

“Earth to grizzly…” she snaps her fingers at him, using her earlier title for him. “I was saying, you seem like a nice guy. Maybe a bit older than I would’ve picked for her, but hey…as long as you treat her right I don’t care.”

Slowly she stalks forward a bit, trying to seem a bit more menacing. Also completely unaware of who she is sizing up.

“But if you hurt her…what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career—“

“Are you quoting Taken at me?” John asks with a raised brow, and a low snort. “Yeah you two are definitely sisters…” he says taking a puff of his cigar.

“You know your sister definitely threatened me…” John said, as the two of you made it to his front door.

You had insisted on walking him back after he had spent all night being questioned (read harassed) by your sister.

You groaned, and facepalmed, “Oh god…I am so sorry. I should’ve known she’d say something when she went out for a smoke.”

“Is good that you have someone watching over you doll…” he smiles, as you two face each other. Reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Might have to talk about tha whole neighbor not boyfriend thing though…”

You can’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head at him. “We can discuss renegotiating titles…” you tease lightly.

His warm hand settles along the column of your neck pulling you closer. “We can talk after your sister leaves. Enjoy the time with her sweetheart.”

“John…” you say softly, leaning in, pressing up on to your toes, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Before you can close the gap, he pulls you in the rest of the way. Your lips crashing together. Sharing the feelings that were unsaid but not unrecognized. Pulling away, breathing heavily a few moments later.

“I plan to do that a lot more once she leaves…” you say with a gentle laugh, pressing one more kiss to his lips. “Goodnight John…”

Your voice a caress to his heart, watching you until you duck into your door. Shutting off the porch light.

A contented sigh leaving his lips. Still tasting you there.

“Oh little birdie, you’re all mine now…” he whispers to himself. And whatever God might be listening.

The whole universe should know. You’re his.

Par t 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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(Okay okay I promise next part will be the part. The one you’ve been waiting for, just had to get in a little more fluff. Trying to work on my slow burn a little)

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angelkiyo · 3 months ago

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i saw u write bleach too so what about ichigo college au bf hcs? 🤔

a/n: first bleach askkkk 😸 yus i lob ichigoat thank you lovely. this is gonna be so self indulgent ilh <333

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who you met at your barista job near your university. he’s been more noticeable recently due to his need to grind out for his linguistics midterms— specifically for syntax and sociolinguistics. he orders the same thing: cold brew with light cream and one sugar, and camps out by the corner of the cafe with his eyes glued onto his laptop screen. you rarely see him with anyone else accompanying him at the café which causes for your co-workers to attempt to give you the push to talk to him.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who notices your little notes and glances from across the cafe. in his opinion, you seem chill and he’d like to know you. from what it appears, you seem a bit shy and nice, the worker who always takes his order when he wants his usual, to the point where you even remember his redundant order. he appreciates the gestures but doesn’t know how to reciprocate—should he compliment you? he would really want to get to know you. it isn’t until you stay an extra shift to see ichigo leave where as you pick up the dishes from his table do you notice a 20 dollar bill with a note aside stating “here’s my number, call me …”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who, once you start dating, is a complete gentleman. he gets to the point during your first date at a local round 1 and gets a few things straight; he hates situationships and isn't into "just casual". he's a genuine guy who learns the little things about you; your likes and dislikes, what your favorite order is, favorite color. he’s the type of person to type it in his notes app in case he ever forgets (will most likely not). you also learn about his own goals; be a translator and survive his sophomore year as well as his own interests like rock and the whole punk aesthetic in a toned down way (which is super cool). something else you learn he’s a huge romantic in his own nonchalant way as you two soon get to know each other more.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who walks you to class and loves to subtlety show you off on his social media. he enjoys letting you pick out what photos he should post and letting you pick the songs he chooses on his stories. he likes having you be active in his hobbies and even encourages you to go with him at his martial arts gym for moral support or if you want to also try it out. you also meet his sisters and they become fond of you, sparking him to fall even more in love with you. (his dad catches wind of you and teases him on his “game”)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ college au! ichigo, who is so boyfriend material. he def seems the type to also attempt to play basketball, point at you and say “this is for you” and not miss (bc ichigoat neva misses). he’s also the type of person to acknowledge that you can handle yourself. however, he is a definite overprotective guy and would defend you if you were to ever be in a misunderstanding with anyone.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ if anything, your dynamic would look smt like listener x yapper and would be interchangeable. he loves to listen to your rants about different people and about your hyperfixations. however, ichigo def yaps about what he’s listening rn. the two of you would probably have a shared playlist where he adds his radiohead, foo fighters, and occasional the weeknd songs. he would definitely be the type to dedicate playlists about you filled with cute love songs (just don’t mention it to him, he’s gonna start nonchalantly denying it).

ʚɞ ⁺˖ he would def set up dates with you to go thrifting based off on the literal fire fits he has on and then later on, go to a record shop. dates in general would consist of either going to places like that, going to the park, or just going in his room and staying in. he’s a very simplistic person but he puts in a lot of effort. he cares a lot about you and your interests as well, showing it in his own way by buying you merchandise. remember talking about hyperfixations? mention a book series, manga, or show you like? he’s the type of person to “casually” drop by with one of those bouquets made of books or cds just to see your cute expression.

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a/n : loved doing this on the train ty for this ask ml — this was fun 😭😭

#ichigo hcs #bleach x reader #ichigo x reader #bleach ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #bleach #bleach hcs #ichigo x you

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WGM episode 8 | dk

episode 8: amusement park

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: seokmin x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Word count: 4.8k~ Warnings/note: fluff, fake marriage, and real feelings. cursing, seokmin curses a lot in his head.

summary: WE GOT MARRIED is back. Seokmin and Y/N pairs up to shoot 10 episodes for a special. Turns out, there are more things happenings off-camera than what meets the eye.

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[Opening sequence: Highlights from Episode 7, focusing on their intimate photoshoot moments and the surprise cheek kiss]

Narrator: "After showing their sweet side to the world in their magazine feature, our favorite couple is heading out for a day of fun and thrills at the amusement park!"

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Seokmin arrived at the designated meeting spot outside Lotte World twenty minutes early, as had become his habit whenever he was meeting Y/N. He blamed it on professional courtesy, but the members had taken to calling it his "pre-Y/N panic time"—a chance for him to get his nerves under control before the cameras started rolling.

Not that it ever worked. Seven episodes in, and his heart still did that ridiculous flutter when he saw her approaching.

The magazine photoshoot from last week had complicated things further. The physical closeness, the staged intimacy that hadn't felt staged at all, the surprise cheek kiss that he could still feel tingling on his skin days later—it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the mental barrier between reality and the show.

And now they were going to an amusement park. A classic date location straight out of every K-drama ever made. Seokmin had a sneaking suspicion the PD was working through a romance cliché checklist at this point.

"You're thinking too loud again," came Y/N's voice, startling him out of his thoughts.

Seokmin turned to find her standing beside him, looking casual and pretty in jeans, a light sweater, and a baseball cap—a far cry from the glamorous styling of their photoshoot, but somehow even more appealing for its naturalness.

"I wasn't thinking," Seokmin defended automatically. "I was... strategizing."

"Strategizing what? Optimal cotton candy consumption techniques?" Y/N teased.

"Exactly that," Seokmin agreed with mock seriousness. "It's all about the fluffy-to-sugar ratio. Very scientific."

Y/N laughed, the sound still doing dangerous things to his cardiac rhythm even after all this time. "Well, I'm glad one of us is prepared."

The production crew approached, cameras already rolling to capture their meeting. The PD handed them each a small envelope.

"Today's mission is simple," the PD explained. "Enjoy a day at the amusement park together! But there's a twist—in these envelopes are three challenges you need to complete throughout the day."

Seokmin opened his envelope, reading the card inside:

1. Win a prize for Y/N at a game booth

2. Take a selca at the top of the Ferris wheel

3. Share one cotton candy (one stick, two people)

Easy enough. Though the Ferris wheel part made his stomach flip with nerves—not because of the height, but because of the romantic implications. Ferris wheels were where drama couples confessed feelings or shared first kisses. The setting was laden with expectations.

Stop overthinking. It's just a theme park date for a TV show.

Y/N showed him her card, which had similar couple-oriented challenges:

1. Buy matching accessories to wear

2. Feed each other some amusement park food

3. Hold hands on a scary ride

"Looks like we're hitting all the couple clichés today," Y/N observed with a wry smile.

"The PD is nothing if not thorough," Seokmin agreed. "Shall we start with the matching accessories? Get that one out of the way early?"

"Lead the way, fake husband."

The term "fake husband" had become something of an inside joke between them, but lately it had started to pinch a little each time she said it—a reminder of the temporary, manufactured nature of their relationship.

As they walked through the entrance gates, cameras trailing discreetly behind them, Seokmin was acutely aware of the public setting. Unlike their previous filmings in controlled environments, this one would have regular people in the background, potentially recognizing them.

Sure enough, he caught the whispers almost immediately.

"Isn't that Lee Seokmin from SEVENTEEN?"

"And Y/N Y/L/N? The actress?"

"They're the couple from that marriage show!"

"Are they filming right now?"

"Ignore them," Y/N murmured, noticing his discomfort. "Just focus on me."

Focus on me. As if that wasn't what he'd been doing helplessly for the past seven episodes.

"Right," Seokmin agreed, straightening his shoulders. "Just us, having fun. Nothing to see here, folks. Just your average idol and actress fake-married for television, wandering around an amusement park with a camera crew. Totally normal Tuesday."

Y/N laughed, linking her arm through his with casual ease that made his heart skip. "Exactly. Now, about those matching accessories..."

They found a souvenir shop near the entrance and browsed the options. Couple headbands? Too obvious. Matching t-shirts? Too committed. Finally, they settled on simple matching wristbands with the park's logo.

"Subtle but identifiable," Y/N approved as they tied them on each other's wrists. "Perfect for a couple who's been married for approximately five minutes of real time spread across seven episodes."

"When you put it that way, our relationship sounds very efficient," Seokmin joked. "Most couples take years to go through what we've experienced in a few filming days."

"The wonders of television time compression," Y/N agreed, her fingers lingering perhaps a second longer than necessary as she finished securing his wristband.

With one challenge completed, they headed deeper into the park. The atmosphere was lively, with cheerful music playing through speakers and the excited screams from nearby rides creating a backdrop of joyful chaos. Despite his initial nervousness about the public setting, Seokmin found himself relaxing as they walked, falling into easy conversation.

"What rides do you like?" he asked. "Thrill seeker or more of a merry-go-round enthusiast?"

"Somewhere in between," Y/N replied. "I like rides that go fast, but I'm not a fan of ones that spin or go upside down too much."

"What about heights?" Seokmin asked, thinking of their pending Ferris wheel mission.

Something flickered across Y/N's expression. "Heights are... not my favorite thing."

"Really?" Seokmin asked, surprised. "But we have to take a selca on the Ferris wheel."

"I know," Y/N said, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I'll be fine. It's just not something I'd choose voluntarily."

Seokmin filed this information away carefully. "We can save that for last, then. Build up to it."

"My hero," Y/N said with a playful smile, but there was genuine appreciation in her eyes.

They decided to start with some of the gentler rides to warm up. The bumper cars provided an opportunity for Seokmin to showcase his terrible driving skills, while Y/N proved unexpectedly aggressive, targeting him mercilessly.

"I thought we were on the same team!" Seokmin protested after she rammed into him for the third time.

"All's fair in love and bumper cars," Y/N called back, circling around for another attack.

The cameras captured their competitive banter, the PD giving approving nods at their natural chemistry. After bumper cars came the spinning teacups (moderately successful) and a carousel ride (during which Seokmin pretended his horse was in an intense race with Y/N's).

"I think it's time for something more thrilling," Y/N suggested after they'd exhausted the tamer options. "Maybe we can tackle the 'hold hands on a scary ride' challenge?"

Seokmin's heart rate picked up at the thought. "Sure, what did you have in mind?"

Y/N pointed to a massive roller coaster that featured multiple loops and a near-vertical drop. "That one."

"You're sure heights aren't your thing?" Seokmin asked skeptically. "Because that seems very... high."

"Roller coasters are different," Y/N explained. "You're moving too fast to really register the height. It's the slow ascent and hovering at the top that bothers me."

"Like on a Ferris wheel," Seokmin concluded, understanding dawning.

"Exactly," Y/N confirmed with a small smile. "But I'll be brave for the mission."

"We'll tackle it together," Seokmin promised, feeling a surge of protectiveness. "But first, let's see if I scream higher than you on this death trap."

The line for the roller coaster was long, giving them time to chat while the cameras captured their anticipation. Seokmin found himself sharing stories about amusement park trips with his members, while Y/N told him about a disastrous high school field trip where she'd gotten separated from her class and ended up accidentally joining a tour group of elderly tourists.

"They were so nice," she recalled with a laugh. "They kept offering me candies and asking if I needed to rest. I spent two hours looking at flower arrangements with them before my teacher found me."

"That's adorable," Seokmin said, genuinely charmed by the mental image of teenage Y/N being adopted by a group of grandparents.

As they approached the front of the line, Y/N's nervous glances at the coaster's imposing structure became more frequent. When they finally boarded and the safety bars lowered into place, she took a deep breath that was slightly shakier than her usual confident demeanor.

"You okay?" Seokmin asked, suddenly concerned that this might be more than just mild nerves.

"Fine," Y/N insisted, though her knuckles were white where she gripped the safety bar. "Just channeling my inner thrill-seeker."

"We can get off if you want," Seokmin offered, but the ride attendant was already moving down the line checking restraints.

"No backing out now," Y/N said with a tight smile. "Besides, we have a mission to complete."

Right. The hand-holding challenge. Though at this point, Seokmin was more concerned with Y/N's comfort than completing missions.

As the coaster began its initial ascent, he quietly offered his hand. Y/N looked at it for a brief moment before entwining her fingers with his, holding on with what might have been more force than strictly necessary for the show.

"I've got you," Seokmin said softly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Y/N's smile was small but genuine. "I know."

And then they were at the top, teetering on the edge of the first drop, and there was no more time for conversation. The coaster plunged downward, and Seokmin found himself screaming at a pitch that would have made his vocal coach weep. Beside him, Y/N's initial scream of terror quickly transformed into shrieks of laughter as they whipped through loops and corkscrews at dizzying speeds.

Through it all, she never let go of his hand.

When they finally jerked to a stop back at the loading platform, both were breathless and laughing, hair windblown and cheeks flushed with adrenaline.

"That was AMAZING!" Y/N exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. "Can we go again?"

Seokmin stared at her in disbelief. "You were terrified thirty seconds ago!"

"And now I'm exhilarated," Y/N countered. "That's the whole point of these rides."

They exited to where the camera crew waited, still holding hands without seeming to realize it until the PD pointedly looked down at their entwined fingers. They separated quickly, both suddenly finding the exit signs fascinating.

"Challenge completed," the PD noted with satisfaction. "What's next?"

"I think I need to restore my dignity by winning something at a game booth," Seokmin declared. "My screams on that ride were not my most masculine moment."

"I don't know, I found them endearing," Y/N teased. "Like a pterodactyl discovering it can fly."

"That's... not the flattering comparison you think it is," Seokmin replied, but he was laughing too.

They made their way to the game section of the park, where various booths offered prizes for throwing darts, shooting water guns, or knocking down bottles. Seokmin surveyed the options, trying to determine which game gave him the best chance of success.

"How about that one?" Y/N suggested, pointing to a ring toss booth where players tried to loop rings around the necks of bottles.

Seokmin eyed it doubtfully. "Those are notoriously rigged, you know."

"All the more impressive when you win," Y/N countered with a challenging smile. "Unless you don't think you can..."

"Oh, it's ON," Seokmin declared, immediately falling for her obvious manipulation. "I am about to ring toss my way into the history books."

They approached the booth, where an array of stuffed animals hung as prizes. Y/N's eyes lingered on a large plush dog with floppy ears and a goofy expression.

"That one's cute," she commented casually.

Message received. Seokmin paid for a round of rings and took aim at the bottles, determined to win that specific prize for her.

His first attempt sailed completely over the bottles and hit the back wall of the booth.

"Just warming up," he assured Y/N, who was poorly concealing her amusement.

The second throw bounced off the rim of a bottle and ricocheted in an impressive series of bounces before landing on the ground.

"Physics is clearly working against me," Seokmin reasoned.

The third attempt actually made it around a bottle, but it was one of the ones that only won a small consolation prize.

"Progress!" Y/N encouraged.

The fourth and fifth attempts were similarly unsuccessful, leaving Seokmin with empty hands and wounded pride.

"One more round," he insisted, paying for another set of rings. "I'm getting that dog if it's the last thing I do."

Six more failed attempts later, Seokmin was beginning to understand why these games had a reputation for being impossible. The booth operator was watching with increasing amusement, while the camera crew had settled in for what was clearly going to be an extended segment.

"Maybe we should try a different game," Y/N suggested gently.

"No," Seokmin replied, a look of determination settling on his face. "I said I would win you that prize, and I'm going to do it. No matter how many tries it takes."

"My hero," Y/N said, and though there was teasing in her tone, there was something warm in her eyes that made Seokmin's resolve strengthen.

Three more rounds and fifteen more failed attempts later, Seokmin was contemplating whether it would be easier to just climb over the counter and steal the plush dog when he finally, FINALLY landed a ring around the center bottle—the one that won the grand prize.

"I DID IT!" he shouted, jumping up and down with more excitement than the achievement probably warranted. "DID YOU SEE THAT? I AM THE RING TOSS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!"

Y/N was laughing, clapping her hands in genuine delight at his childlike enthusiasm. "That was amazing! I can't believe you actually did it!"

The booth operator handed over the coveted plush dog with a look of mild surprise, clearly not having expected anyone to actually win it. Seokmin accepted it triumphantly and presented it to Y/N with an exaggerated bow.

"For you, my lady. Only took half my yearly salary and possibly the development of a gambling addiction, but totally worth it."

Y/N accepted the stuffed dog, hugging it to her chest with a smile that made all those failed attempts completely worthwhile. "I shall treasure him forever. What should we name him?"

"Persistence," Seokmin suggested. "Or perhaps 'Financial Ruin.'"

"How about 'Lucky'?" Y/N countered. "Since it was lucky throw number twenty-something that won him."

"Lucky it is," Seokmin agreed, feeling oddly touched that she wanted to name it together, as if it were their shared pet rather than just a carnival prize.

With the ring toss challenge completed (albeit at great cost to Seokmin's wallet and dignity), they moved on to the food section of the park. The "feed each other" challenge from Y/N's card was next on their list.

They surveyed the options—corn dogs, ice cream, various fried foods on sticks—before settling on a stall selling hotteok, the sweet pancakes filled with sugar, cinnamon, and nuts.

"These look dangerous," Y/N observed as they received their order. "Very messy potential."

"That's half the fun," Seokmin replied. "Nothing says romance like getting syrup all over your face while cameras document your humiliation."

They found a table and sat down, the hotteok steaming between them. The cameras positioned to capture the feeding moment, which suddenly felt more intimate than Seokmin had anticipated.

"Ladies first," he said, breaking off a piece and holding it up for Y/N.

She leaned forward, eyes locked with his as she took the bite from his fingers. There was something deliberate in the way she maintained eye contact, something that made Seokmin's breath catch in his throat.

"Your turn," she said after a moment, breaking off her own piece and offering it to him.

Seokmin leaned in, hyperaware of her fingers brushing against his lips as he accepted the bite. The sweetness of the hotteok was almost overwhelmed by the rush of emotions flooding his system.

It's just for the show. It's just for the cameras. It doesn't mean anything.

But the soft smile Y/N gave him as she wiped a bit of sugar from the corner of his mouth with her thumb felt anything but staged.

"Two challenges left," she said, glancing at their mission cards. "Cotton candy and the Ferris wheel."

"Let's get the cotton candy now and save the Ferris wheel for sunset," Seokmin suggested. "It'll look better for the photos."

And give Y/N more time to prepare for her fear of heights, though he didn't say that part aloud.

They found a cotton candy vendor and ordered a single stick, the fluffy pink cloud almost comically large between them.

"How exactly are we supposed to share this?" Y/N wondered, eyeing the sugary confection.

"With great difficulty and maximum stickiness," Seokmin predicted. "Want first bite?"

Y/N tore off a piece, the sugar immediately dissolving on her tongue. "So sweet!"

"That's kind of the whole point," Seokmin laughed, taking his own piece.

They wandered through the park, passing the cotton candy back and forth, occasionally tearing off pieces for each other in a continuation of their feeding challenge. It was simple, silly fun, but Seokmin found himself treasuring these lighthearted moments even more than the more obviously couple-oriented challenges.

As the afternoon wore on and the cotton candy dwindled to nothing but a sticky paper cone, they found themselves approaching the final challenge—the Ferris wheel. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, creating the perfect romantic backdrop.

Too perfect, in Seokmin's opinion. It felt like a setup, a manufactured moment designed to push them into something neither was ready to acknowledge.

"We don't have to do this if you're really uncomfortable with heights," he told Y/N quietly as they approached the imposing wheel.

Y/N took a deep breath, clutching Lucky the plush dog a little tighter. "It's fine. I can handle it. It's just a slow-moving wheel, right?"

"Right," Seokmin agreed. "And I'll be right there with you."

The line moved quickly, and soon they were being ushered into a glass-enclosed carriage. The camera crew couldn't join them in the small space, instead giving them a handheld camera to capture their own footage. This created an unexpected sense of privacy, despite knowing the footage would be viewed later.

As the wheel began to turn, lifting them higher into the evening sky, Y/N's knuckles whitened where she gripped the edge of the seat.

"Hey," Seokmin said softly, covering her hand with his. "Look at me, not down."

Y/N's eyes found his, gratitude clear in her expression. "Sorry. It's silly, I know."

"It's not silly," Seokmin assured her. "Everyone's afraid of something."

"What are you afraid of?" she asked, seemingly grateful for the distraction as they continued to ascend.

Seokmin considered this. "Professionally? Losing my voice before a big performance. It's my recurring nightmare."

"And personally?" Y/N pressed gently.

The question caught him off guard. They'd shared a lot over the past few months, but rarely ventured into territory this vulnerable. The privacy of their current situation made it easier to be honest.

"Being forgotten, I guess," he admitted after a moment. "Not just as an idol, but as a person. The thought that I might not leave any meaningful mark on the people I care about."

Y/N's eyes softened. "I don't think you need to worry about that. You're pretty unforgettable, Lee Seokmin."

The simple sincerity in her voice made his heart constrict. "What about you? Besides heights."

Y/N was quiet for a moment, her gaze drifting to the sunset visible through the glass, though she kept her hand firmly in his. "Becoming irrelevant, I think. Not necessarily in my career, though that's part of it. But more... being someone people can easily replace or move on from."

The vulnerability in her admission struck a chord in Seokmin. Without thinking, he squeezed her hand. "Also not something you need to worry about."

Their eyes met, and Seokmin was suddenly acutely aware of how alone they were, suspended high above the world in their glass bubble. The moment felt weighted with possibility, with unspoken words hovering between them.

Then the carriage jerked to a stop as they reached the very top of the wheel, and Y/N's fear resurfaced as she glanced down reflexively.

"Oh god, we're so high up," she breathed, her grip on his hand tightening painfully.

"Hey, it's okay," Seokmin soothed, shifting closer to put an arm around her shoulders. "Don't look down. Look out at the sunset instead. Or at me. I've been told I have a very distracting face."

That earned a small laugh from Y/N, though it was tinged with nervousness. "You do have a distracting face," she agreed, turning to look at him rather than the view. "Very expressive."

"One of my many talents," Seokmin confirmed seriously. "Along with pterodactyl screaming on roller coasters and spending obscene amounts of money on rigged carnival games."

Y/N's laugh was more genuine this time, her body relaxing slightly against his. "Don't forget your superior cotton candy sharing skills."

"A comprehensive skill set," Seokmin agreed. "I'm quite the catch."

"You are," Y/N said, and something in her tone made him pause. There was a sincerity there that didn't sound like part of their usual banter.

Before he could respond, she seemed to remember the camera in his free hand. "We should take that selca now, while we're at the top."

"Right," Seokmin agreed, grateful for the distraction from the suddenly charged atmosphere. He held up the camera, angling it to capture both them and the sunset behind them. "Smile!"

Y/N pressed close against his side, her face next to his, smile bright despite her fear of heights. Seokmin took several photos, wanting to make sure they got at least one good one.

"Perfect," Y/N declared, reviewing the images. "Mission accomplished."

As if on cue, the Ferris wheel began moving again, beginning its descent back to the ground. Y/N visibly relaxed as they moved downward, though she didn't pull away from Seokmin's side.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?"

"For helping me through that. For distracting me."

"Anytime," Seokmin replied honestly. "That's what fake husbands are for, right?"

There it was again—that slight pinch at the reminder of their arrangement. But Y/N's smile didn't falter as she nodded. "Right."

When they reached the bottom and exited the carriage, the PD was waiting with an approving smile. "Did you get good footage up there?"

"I think so," Seokmin replied, handing over the camera. "All challenges completed successfully!"

"Great work, both of you," the PD said. "That's a wrap for today's episode!"

As the crew began packing up equipment, Seokmin and Y/N found themselves standing together in the fading twilight, the park's lights beginning to twinkle on around them.

"That was fun," Y/N said, still holding Lucky the stuffed dog to her chest. "Even the terrifying parts."

"Especially the terrifying parts," Seokmin corrected with a smile. "Those make the best stories later."

"True," Y/N agreed. "No one wants to hear about the time everything went perfectly according to plan."

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them, neither quite ready for the day to end.

"Do you want to grab dinner?" Seokmin found himself asking before he could overthink it. "The cameras are off, but we could still..."

He trailed off, suddenly unsure if he was overstepping. They rarely spent time together off-camera, though their text conversations had become increasingly frequent.

Y/N hesitated, and for a terrible moment Seokmin thought she was going to decline. Then she smiled, nodding. "I'd like that. I'm starving after all that cotton candy and hotteok."

"A balanced meal of pure sugar," Seokmin agreed with relief. "The cornerstone of any nutritious diet."

They ended up at a small restaurant near the park, tucked into a corner booth away from prying eyes. The conversation flowed easily, moving from reflections on their day to stories from their respective careers to childhood memories. It was the first time they'd spent significant time together without cameras recording their every word, and Seokmin found himself cherishing the authenticity of it.

"Can I ask you something?" Y/N said after their food had arrived. "And you don't have to answer if it's too personal."

"Sure," Seokmin replied, curious.

"Why did you agree to do 'We Got Married'? You mentioned losing at rock-paper-scissors, but was that really it?"

Seokmin considered the question, wanting to give her an honest answer. "Partly, yes. The members volunteered me when the offer came in. But I could have refused if I'd really wanted to."

"So why didn't you?"

"I thought it would be good exposure," Seokmin admitted. "Both for me personally and for the group. And I thought it might be fun, in a terrifying sort of way." He paused, then added, "I didn't expect..."

"What?" Y/N prompted when he trailed off.

Seokmin met her eyes. "I didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I have. Or to..."

Like you as much as I do. The words hovered unspoken between them.

"Me neither," Y/N said softly, seemingly understanding what he couldn't quite say. "It's been... unexpectedly nice."

There was that word again. Nice. Such a simple word for the complex emotions swirling between them.

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of their check, breaking the spell that had settled over their conversation. They split the bill and made their way outside, where reality awaited in the form of their respective managers parked nearby.

"Thank you for today," Y/N said as they prepared to part ways. "For winning Lucky, and for helping me on the Ferris wheel, and... everything."

"Thank you for making it so easy," Seokmin replied honestly. "Being married to you, even just for a TV show, has been... nice."

Y/N smiled at his echo of her earlier word. "See you for episode nine?"

"I'll be there," Seokmin promised. "With bells on, probably, knowing our PD's penchant for increasingly elaborate scenarios."

Y/N laughed, then surprised him by stepping forward and giving him a quick hug, Lucky the stuffed dog squished between them. "Goodnight, Seokmin."

"Goodnight," he replied, watching as she walked to her manager's car.

Later that night, as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, his phone buzzed with a message. It was from Y/N—a selca of her with Lucky the stuffed dog positioned on her pillow.

Y/N: Lucky says goodnight. He also says thanks to his ring toss champion dad.

Ring toss champion dad. The casual implication of shared parenthood, even of a stuffed animal, made Seokmin's heart do a complicated flip.

Seokmin: Tell Lucky he's welcome, and that his Ferris wheel survivor mom is the real hero of the day.

Y/N: We make a good team, don't we?

Such a simple question, laden with potential meanings.

Seokmin: The best team. Even if we disagree on rug colors.

Y/N: Especially when we disagree on rug colors.

Seokmin smiled at the callback to their decoration argument. There was something comforting about these inside jokes they'd developed, these shared references that belonged just to them.

Y/N: I had fun tonight. Both on and off camera.

Seokmin: Me too. We should do it again sometime.

Y/N: I'd like that.

Three simple words that made Seokmin's chest tighten with hope and fear in equal measure. As he set his phone aside, he couldn't help but wonder where this was heading. Two episodes left, and then what? Back to their separate lives, with nothing but memories of a fake marriage that had begun to feel anything but fake?

For the first time since the show began, Seokmin allowed himself to admit what he'd been trying to deny for weeks now: he was falling for Y/N. Not for the cameras, not for the show, but for real.

And that realization was both the most thrilling and terrifying thought he'd had all day—far scarier than any roller coaster or Ferris wheel could ever be.

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lunachy · 5 months ago

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New Limited 6★ Defender: Yu

Primal Protector Defender

Illustrator: 1000_Kangk

Trait: Blocks 3 enemies, and can inflict Elemental Damage

Talent 1: The Golden Rule

Whenever Yu blocks an enemy, he gains Shelter. Enemies blocked by Yu take Arts Damage/second and ATK% Burn Impairment/Second.

Talent 2: Hidden Clouds

If there are a certain amount of deployed Operators or more, heal health and Elemental Impairment every second.

Skill 1: Today's Host

Passive: +1 Taunt.

Active: +DEF, +HP. Whenever Yu is attacked, deal Burn Damage to that enemy.

Skill 2: Generous Gifts, Distinguished Guests

+2 Block, +Max HP, +ATK. Yu's attacks deal Arts Damage. When You activate this skill, deal Arts Damage to all ground enemies in range, then teleport them into Yu's tile.

(Note: Yu only teleports enemies whose pathing would be lined up with where Yu is. So you can not yoink enemies from entirely seperate paths, like say in 1-7.)

Skill 3: All The World's a Stove

+ATK, +DEF, +Max HP. Yu gives Talent 2 to all deployed Operators. When You activate this skill, create a firewall in front of Yu, that spans across the entire width or length of the battlefield. Whenever an ally attacks an enemy across the firewall, they also deal Burn Damage. Whenever an enemy projectile would cross the firewall, it has a chance to be deleted.

Translated Weibo Introduction:

"Hello, you must be the doctor. I'm here to visit my brothers and sisters. Is this where visitors register? Okay - Logistics Officer Entry Contract? Sister Nian! You lied to me again!"

__________________

At dawn, Yu set up a breakfast stall in front of his store.

The first batch of customers had already been waiting on the street. As usual, they asked for a few steamed buns, left coins, and hurried to work. Some of them left their things in a hurry, and Yu had to run a few steps to stuff them into the hands of the customers.

As the sun gradually rose, the elderly who were exercising in the early morning and the residents who went out to buy vegetables came to the stall in groups to buy breakfast for their families. Some wanted the fried dough sticks to be older, some wanted salty paste with spicy sweet paste and less sugar, five or ten portions were all different requirements, but this did not prevent Yu from chatting with the neighbors while turning the fried dough sticks over and putting them into the oil pan. Soon, they carried large and small bags to their homes.

The hawkers were calling out from all around, and the bells and horns were ringing on the street. Students were rushing to class, but they didn't mind spending a few minutes watching the chef, who was about the same height as them, making pancakes or rice balls. Those accompanied by their parents would occasionally be nagged by gossips like, "Look at the young chef", so Yu had to quickly smooth things over and hand the breakfast he had just made to the customers. After they opened their mouths and took a bite of the food, they had no time to criticize or refute.

Stop the chattering mouths and feed the hungry stomachs, whether it is the morning market, afternoon tea or dinner, this is what cooking is all about.

The food delivery cart stopped in front of the store, announcing the official end of breakfast time. After Yu sold and gave away the remaining meals to several latecomers, he took the stall back to the store. The waiter Lao Jiang got off the car and helped his small shopkeeper chef to move the dishes into the back kitchen, cleaned the shop, set up the benches, and lit the stove.

Thus Yuweiju was officially opened.

#arknights #arknights cn spoilers #yu arknights #such is the joy of our reunion

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songmingisthighs · 7 months ago

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ch. xxxv - BLATANT LIE

cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

buy me coffee ?

tw : old views, name-calling, slight stereotyping, mentions of how things were in the past, reminiscing the past

wc : 1.6 k

so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.

Lately, whenever you came back home from work, rather than fatigued, you simply felt giddy. Work had become less of a responsibility and more like a friend hang-out you were paid to do. It was even comparable to the study sessions you and your friends usually have where you did have responsibilities to tend to but you had so much fun doing it.

Maybe Hyunjin was right. Maybe Jongho WAS your sugar daddy.

What kind of a boss would just instinctively take his car keys, grab your bag, and ask "We're trying that new sushi restaurant you talked about yesterday, right?" the moment your working hour ended. Not to mention the fact that Jongho had been driving you home every single day which may or may not have caused Mingi to turn into such a big baby, showing up at your place at 10 pm in his PJs with a deep frown on his face and stated that since you have replaced him with your boss, he now has the right to claim roommateship so he can get his fill of his best friend which caused you to sit him down with some milk and cookies and explain that your boss was not in the best headspace and you wanted to help him just like how you helped Mingi when he lost the ticketing war to his anime convention thing, like a toddler.

So even now, after spending yet another evening out having dinner with Jongho, distracting him from the pit that was his anxiety, you felt a sense of fulfilment.

"Hey pops, I'm home!" you called out the moment you got inside the house. Upon locking the front door, you heard sounds from the living room and you realized that must mean your grand uncle had spent time watching the tv with the caretaker before he went home. So you went over and just as you had suspected, your grand uncle sat bundled up in a blanket and his pyjamas on his wheelchair, watching some old movie about the war with his gaze seemingly zoning. You couldn't help but chuckle as you went over to sit down on the couch near him. "Are you even watching the movie, gramps?" you teased. Your grand uncle slowly turned his head and scoffed, "Watching? I lived through that war, you damn brat! I was barely a teen when I was dragged out of my father's rice paddy and shipped off to capital to defend my country! I was so green, I farted out grass! But even then, I managed-" "You managed to grab a general by the balls and knock his sorry ass to the ground, I remember the bedtime stories you old fart," you smirked which made him chuckle.

That was the relationship you had with your grand uncle. He was a no-nonsense guy who had proudly built a life for himself so even when you were merely five years old, he would not adhere to your temper tantrums when he wouldn't let you eat chocolate after 8 pm. He was not built to be a parent, that was obvious to everyone which was why he never did got married and he never had children. You were sure he was asexual or was just wound up to tight to actually understand what sex is or perhaps his scary demeanour scared any and every girl he tried to approach. But still, he raised you as best as he could with no complaints and that was something you will always be thankful to him for.

"Did you have a good day today?" You asked. He raised an eyebrow at you and frowned, "The little fruitcake you forced as my caretaker almost dropped me in the bathtub today, how do you think my day was?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the way he addressed the quirky Gen Z caretaker who matched his freak, "Gramps, that's offensive. You can't just say the word fruitcake so casually to address people behind their backs!" you scolded. Your grand uncle let out a sound of discontent as he waved his hands, "I call him fruitcake to his face and he called me a turtle ballsack to my face, it's all good fun! You people are so soft nowadays with your feelings and pushing your dislikes onto people and making them feel bad for the feelings you have, I have to wonder how do you communicate? Back then, we mocked each other's ancestors and wished the other would get cursed and by the evening, we pretended like nothing happened and we move on. That is how people should have kept being. Not these... Emotional cushions to avoid facing reality just because you don't like them," he scoffed.

You were about to retaliate when his words dawned on him, and then as you gazed at his face, facts started dawning on you as well. A long pause caused your question to hang in the air but the more you looked at him, the more you couldn't help but think of a certain someone who was also an old soul.

So, you blurted out, "What was it like?" "What was what like?" "What was the past like?" Your grand uncle narrowed his eyes at you and poked you on the knee with his bony finger, "Are you asking me to mock me, girl? I could have you investigated for elder abuse!" You scoffed and lightly tapped his wheelchair armrest, sending a vibration to him, "I'm serious gramps, I wanna know how it was back then! Particularly compared to now, is it... Hard for you to adjust to time? Did you... ever worry? Did you miss what you had back then?"

Sensing your genuine curiosity, your grand unlce exhaled slowly and leaned his body back on his wheelchair, joining his hands together in the middle as his elbows rested on the armrests. "The short answer is, it was the me that I lost," he stated confidently. You remained silent but kept your whole focus on him, urging him wordlessly to explain himself. "The past... Back then... I was a different person, obviously. I was abrasive, I was a shark, and I was unforgiving. I was a power to be reckoned with and you can see that with how people have often come to me to kiss my ass to get me to help them which was fine but I find that time mellowed me down a lot. When you were young, time moved slowly but as you grow older, time suddenly moves at a pace where you can't keep up so I feel... I feel that time has forced me to be slow without my consent." "Do you hate it?" "Do I hate time? I resent it. I resent time for allowing me to age to this point, a point where I can't even go to the bathroom by myself. But in a sense, I had to thank it for everything it had given me for without it, I would not have developed the character I needed to take you in and dear girl, while you can be a headache to handle when you were still growing up," a scoff from your lips cut his words but he smiled as he took notice of the small smile blooming in your face, "I will never resent it for bringing you to me."

By the end of his words, you were tearing up and thankfully your grand uncle took notice as he took your hand in his and patted your skin gently. His words struck deep because while you knew he was thankful to have you, the circumstance that brought you to him was unfair, bordering on cruel. "Why would you thank time for me? Why would you thank time for cutting my parents' life so short? Why couldn't have time let me be with my parents longer? You were allowed to have vast memories about the past when I can't even remember my parents. I hate it, I hate that I was too young to remember them," you shakily said as tears poured down your face slowly. Your grand uncle furrowed his eyebrows, "Time did not take your parents, girl, the gods did. Time is not cruel as it has no whims, it has no intention, its flow allows us to move forward instead of being torn between the past and the future. Time, as cruel as it seem to us and as much as we, I, resent it, I don't blame it and neither should you. You studied history so you should know better than others that the gods... They like to play with us mortals, they like to impose themselves on us and so, don't you blame time for your parents, you hear me? You may, however, blame it for my bad back because back then I could spend an entire afternoon catching tadpoles and insects but now I can't even bend down to put my sock on." You couldn't help but chuckle at his attempt of making you feel better and while you wanted to retaliate, you wanted to tell him how you know some of the gods he was talking about and they weren't half as bad, you figured it wasn't the time and also that he probably wouldn't believe you either. So you kept your mouth shut and nodded.

It was a known fact that your grand uncle hated seeing people crying but for you, he was okay with it. Or perhaps he had gotten used to it so much so that he was desensitized to it. But anyway, he waited until you calmed down for a bit before he patted your hand again, "You should get cleaned up, girl. Wash the stink of the day off of you because it's burning my eyes. No wonder no man has taken claim of you yet." And there he was. Almost automatically, your tears dried up as your eyes rolled, "Better my stench of hard work than yours. What is that, despair and misery eau de toilette by death?" you poked back as you stood up. "Try parfum you brat, I have the money to get the top-shelf shit, not the watered-down piss your giant twink often parades in my house," he snickered.

Even with the name-calling, no matter how seemingly harsh they were, you knew he loved you and he tolerated Mingi. He was just so allergic to positive emotions that he had to resort to his natural instinct to cancel them all out. He was a sad man before you came, alone and stuck dealing with people trying to exploit him so you learnt to navigate through that. Just like another man you knew.

With a hug, you bid good night to your grand uncle, offering to wheel him out to his room (or out his driveway to be taken by the garbage truck in the morning) but he denied, saying he wanted to give his caretaker something to shriek about in the morning, letting you know that a bit of fun would be interesting. You simply chuckle and agreed because from your experience with him, you knew he was right.

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axelsagewrites · 1 year ago

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Hello. Could I request a fic with f reader working at Richmond and Jan Maas faling in love with reader. Just fluff. ❤️

Jan Maas*Sweet As You

Pairing: Jan Maas x f!reader

Word count: 1134

Warnings: pure fluff

Masterlist here

There were definite perks and draw backs of working at Richmond. On one hand as a receptionist, you got paid to do honestly not very much. However, on the other hand you had to deal with a weird amount of prank calls from football fans.

One recently developing perk was the free coffee you received every morning. No, it wasn't a company thing or from your boss or other colleagues. Every morning this week Jan Maas walked in with a black coffee in one hand and an iced caramel mocha latte with an extra shot of expresso in the other.

It all started when you happened to walk into work at the same time and he noticed the Starbucks cup in your hand. "Is that even coffee at this point?" He half teased half seriously wondered.

"It is coffee," you said, drawing out the words as you defended yourself as Jan opened the front door for you, "caffeine not enough for me. I need that sugar high to deal with you lot,"

Jan chuckled at you, walking you over to the desk where your coworker pretended not to be listening in. "Funny. I thought you were sweet enough. See you later," he said, walking away to leave you a blushing mess.

However as soon as he got out of sight Jan became equally as flustered as he realised what he'd said. What was worse was Sam hearing him muttering under his breath about it resulting in Sam telling all the guys who then set up a plan to teach Jan how to flirt.

The issue was he wasn't very good at it. Instead, every morning without fail he got your coffee for you. "Hey Jan," you called, rolling down your car window as you slowed down. It was 7am and he was walking to Richmond with two coffees in hand, "need a lift?"

Jan preferred to walk. He'd never really seen the big deal around cars. However, he was quick to accept your offer. "My coffees will bankrupt you," you joked as you accepted the drink before resuming your drive.

"Don’t worry about it," he laughed, "your worth the money,"

"Think you can buy my affection? “you teased as you were pulling into Richmond.

"Maybe," he said it quietly, his eyes darting away before back to yours. "Is it working?" He asked.

You turned the car off, taking a long sip out your coffee while pretending to think about it, "I think it might be," you finally said, a smile on your lips and a large grin on his. "Throw in a pastry next time and I'm yours,"

When people saw you get out the same car there were some rumours to say the least. Another drawback of the job. However, another perk was walking in right now with a coffee and a suspiciously sweet-smelling brown bag.

"I wasn't sure which to get so I picked whichever looked the sweetest," he said as he placed the bag down.

"You know me so well," you grinned, "thanks though. Take it you don't have time to have one before practise?" You asked despite knowing he didn’t, but you couldn't help but try.

Your smile plus the way your eyelashes batted had Jan Maas willing to pay the late fee. "I suppose one wouldn't hurt," he said as he moved to sit on the edge of the reception desk as you offered him a pastry, "You should make Stroopkoeken with me one day. You'd like them,"

"What are they?" You asked, not realising how adorable Jan thought your head tilt was in your confusion.

"They're like a Carmel biscuit. My mum would make them for me growing up. Better than any Starbucks pastry," he joked, “But you have to make them from scratch to get the best experience,”

“You’ll have to teach me some time,” you smiled back and is if on queue his phone began ringing.

Jan deflated when he saw his teammates call, “I’ll need to go now. I’ll see you later,”

As he began to walk away you cringed before taking a deep breath, “Wait!” you called making him stop in his tracks. “Are you free tomorrow night? Maybe we could try making those biscuits,” you offered with an awkward smile that he found insanely endearing.

A wide grin broke onto his face, “I’d love to. It’s a date,” he said before actually turning to go to practise, leaving you a grinning mess.

“A baking date is perfect!”

“Nah man you should go out to a restaurant for the first date,”

“Oh, what if you take her to Sam’s place for dinner first?”

“There’s a new bar up the street you could go to after,”

“What you gonna wear bruv?”

“Make sure you actually clean up. Chicks notice that kinda stuff,”

“Oh, you should get her flowers. Birds dig flowers,”

“And make sure when you go to kiss her- “

“Woah woah guys!” Jan said, standing up from the bench and pushing past his teammates who’d essentially jumped on him after practise when they found out why he was late, “It’s just a first date. Well, I think it’s a date. I said it’s a date, but people here don’t always mean date, oh god what if she doesn’t realise it’s a date?” Jan began to panic, turning to his equally clueless mates.

They were all panicking till a loud, “Oi,” stopped them, “Don’t listen to these pricks,” Roy told him after pretending not to care the whole time, “Shower, shave, tidy up, and calm down. She’ll know it’s a date since all you two do is flirt like some snot nosed teens,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Roy’s right,” Sam said, standing to put a hand on Jan’s shoulder, “You’ve got nothing to worry about,”

“Not what I said but alright,” Roy shrugged but this time he got ignored.

Well apart from Jamie who rolled his eyes before adding his own words of wisdom. “Yeah, mate just be yourself,”

The kitchen was now a mess, sugar spilt everywhere, and a pot that looked like it would never be clean again and of course a plate of perfectly made biscuits. “I don’t know how my mum made it look so easy,” Jan said.

You laughed as you reached up to wipe the flour off his forehead, “Yeah but they taste good so who cares,” you said, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink whenever you touched him.

“They’re almost as sweet as you,” he smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face making your own skin flush.

Enough was enough you thought, “So tell me something,” you said, Jan humming as he waited for you to ask, “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” you nearly whispered.

“I thought you’d never ask,”