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kipxer · 2 years ago

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Turtle Comforts - Mikey

Rise!Mikey/GN!Reader - platonic/familial - no Reader pronouns

Summary: You're overthinking everything which is making you stuck and depressed. But lucky for you, a little bundle of sunshine has a pizza delivery for you.

Warnings: Anxious overthinking, being stuck in a freeze state, and just generally being depressed. Crying and feelings of helplessness.

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: I don't need therapy anymore, all I need is stuff like this :) - (ok but bruh this actually works tho, I actually showered and ate soup today for real)

Continued: (Raph Leo Donnie) TBA

Masterlist

Surrounded by plush pillows and stuffed animals, you roll over in bed trying to hide away from the sun daring to peek through the curtains into your room.

You know you should wake up. You've been drifting in and out of sleep for longer than you should have by now.

Groaning you pick up your phone and squint at the bright light.

It's horrifyingly well past noon.

A buzz in your hand shocks you out of your drowsiness.

Mikey: Yo y/n!! We're gonna check out the new pizza place in about an hour! Wanna join in? :D

With that message alone, you tense up and feel your throat tighten.

Oh god. Socializing. Leaving the house.

And look at yourself.

Wearing the pajamas that were yesterday's clothes surrounded by your stuffy room that you've procrastinated on cleaning for the last few weeks.

There's no way you could make it.

Even if you wanted to join in, you'd have to get ready for the day, brush your teeth, shower, do your hair, and find clean clothes. In order to find clothes you'd have to clean up the room and do laundry. Oh god and you can't leave the house without doing your other chores, that's just blatantly irresponsible. And even if you were able to do all of that, then you would have to pack and get everything ready then figure out how to make it to the meet up spot. And what about paying for it, you haven't been taking on much work lately so your bank account is looking quite worrying. What if you need that money for an emergency and you spent it on some dumb food-

Before you know it, you can't even move. Too stuck in your own brain to even get out of bed.

To be fair, it has been a while since you spent time with any of the brothers, and you did promise them that you'd hang out soon.

But alas, your eyes continuing to droop, your body growing pitifully weak, and your breath quickening by the passing minutes.

"Mornings" for you have been like this for a while, an epic self deprecating battle between motivation, exhaustion, and anxiety. Ultimately resulting in hours of laying in bed on your phone until the headaches and back soreness join in.

You'd have to decline the offer.

But pizza does sound good right about now. It has been quite a while since you ate an actual meal. And you do genuinely love hanging out with the brothers.

But then again, their adventures are quite energy taxing. It's not uncommon that some mutant or yokai pops out of nowhere and you'd find yourself fighting for your life again. And if you are so exhausted what if you slip up and endanger the team?

Oh god, but what if they take your decline as rejecting them. You've barely talked to any of them in a while and now you're rejecting them? If you want to keep being friends with them you have to at least put in some effort.

But you won't be any fun to be around in this state, so you'd just bring them down either way.

They must hate you.

okokokokok. Just. It's fine. It's probably fine. They're really understanding, they probably won't miss you that much. And you did already make your decision, overthinking it won't do you any good. Just. Go through with it. It'll be fine.

FINALLY, after 40 minutes of contemplation you manage to type out a quick message.

Y/N: That sounds like so much fun! But I'm just feelin' kind of exhausted and irritable, I don't think I would be much fun to hang around today lol

Without so much as missing a beat you see Mikey begin typing back.

Mikey: Aww!! Well maybe hanging out could get you some positive vibes flowin. We're not gonna be doin anything crazy, it's just pizza.

But it's not just pizza.

Y/N: Nah it's fine, I just end up like this sometimes, I just gotta work my way through it lol

You're saying lol too many times.

Mikey: It's been so long since we last hung out tho!! We gotta at least do something!

You sink a little at his words. So he really does care that you come. Are you really gonna ruin his day like that-

Before you can give more weak excuses, another message appears.

Mikey: How about I just drop some off at your place then! I don't want ya missing out!

Y/N: No it's ok! I don't want to trouble you with it. I can always get a slice some other time!

Mikey: It's no trouble lol! I'll be there in a little bit!"

Oh god.

The clock is ticking.

You have to clean your room and shower and-

C'mon, the ENTIRE point was that you wouldn't have to ruin anything. So that you could just have the time to get through your own problems and deal with it yourself like usual.

Since you took so fucking long to reply earlier they must be getting ready to leave to the restaurant soon. Now you have even less time thanks to your dumbass procrastination like always.

You begin to shake.

And your eyes grow warm and watery.

You can't get it together in time.

But it should be so easy.

It's so simple.

Why couldn't you have just done it before.

Why did you have to sleep in the entire day.

Why did it take you so long to reply.

The impossible and inevitable looming deadline unravels you into a heap of tears and panicked sobs.

This is so stupid.

Now he's gonna see you like this.

Which panics you even more.

You end up in an anxious frenzy for a good bit, but that doesn't make time slow down any further, in fact it just does the opposite.

He's gonna show up at any moment now.

The best you could do is not have him find you crying on top of your appearance and messy room and everything else.

So you rub your tears away and suck in your breath forcing the tears back, all while just trying to calm your breathing at least a little bit.

And luckily as soon as you got yourself at least emotionally presentable, you hear a knock on your window.

Muffled through the curtained window comes a familiar sing song voice "Pizza delivery!"

You can practically hear his smile.

At last, after hours of being stuck in bed, you get up on your wobbly legs like some anxious baby deer.

You approach the window.

With each step your chest tightens.

As you reach for the curtain, your shoulders tense.

But ultimately, you pull the fabric back.

Light pours into your room and fills your senses, causing you to squint at the brightness.

Once your eyes finally adjust, you find your mutated friend on the fire escape. His grin wide with a large pizza box in his hands.

Unlatching the window, you invite him in.

As if it were nothing, he hops on through balancing the box on one hand.

"Man it is dark in here!"

You let out an awkward laugh "heheh yeah."

You hear him sniff?

"And you smell funny!"

You make a face in the dark. "Yeah..."

"What have you even been doin' all day?"

You feel yourself shrink at his question and start playing with your sleeves "Uhhh well I just sorta hung around I guess. Slept in a bit."

His face drops. "A bit?? The sun is gonna go down soon!!"

You stay quiet

"Is this what you've been doing this entire time??" He throws his arms out to his sides, somehow still perfectly balancing the pizza.

Your shame begins to grow while your voice grows smaller.

"Um- I-"

"If you needed help getting your life together all you had to do was ask." He poses dramatically with his knuckle on his chin, silhouetted by the golden rays from your window. "After all, I am an expert life coach."

"I uh what."

He suddenly flicks on the light switch illuminating the room further.

"Hold-on-hold-on you don't have to do this, it's fine really!! I got it handled I can fix my own life." You frantically say with your hands up defensively.

Mikey looks at you intensely with an unreadable expression and slowly blinks.

...

"Clearly"

With a swipe of his arm he comically shoves the stuff on your desk off to the side in a pile before placing the pizza box in it's cleared space.

"Mikey!!!" You screech, frantically shouting at him all the reasons why he definitely should not be doing what he is doing.

He throws a pair of shorts and a random shirt he found on the floor at you.

"Go shower!!"

"Mikey-"

"Ya nasty!!!"

You stand dumbfounded.

"GO!!!!!"

...

You slowly walk to the bathroom, staring at him with the most bewildered face on your way out...

As you stand in the bathroom, you look down at the random clothes in your hands.

There's not much else you can do besides shower now you guess??

If you cannot tell already, this is not how you expected this to go...

You turn on the water and begin bathing yourself.

You knew Mikey was the heart of the group and really kind, but you didn't quite anticipate him shoving his way into your grey moody depression arc in the way he did.

He really didn't have to.

But here we are.

As you finish up, you put on the random clothes you were given and dry off your hair.

You feel fresher. Lighter.

As you walk back into your bedroom, you find him chucking clothes from the floor into your hamper.

"heyheyhey you don't need to do that!!"

"Oh puh-lease, like you couldn't benefit from a head start."

You stand awkwardly "Um. Thanks?" You stiffly put your clothes from earlier into the hamper as well.

"Y'know you really don't have to do this for me-"

A slice of pizza is shoved in front of your face.

He smugly smiles. "Look, you've clearly been all huddled up in your room like some hermit for weeks! The least you could do is accept a little bit of help."

You consider this before slowly take the food from Mikey's hand.

"Good!" Leaning on your desk, he grabs a slice for himself and chomps down.

You sit down on your bed and tentatively take a small bite.

The delicate cheesiness of it is beyond your comprehension. The sensation is almost heavenly. With the soft warm crust beneath your fingers and gentle flavor of the toppings.

Your eyes sparkle before you melt and begin to devour it as if you have been a starved animal.

Mikey slides up next you. "Is good right?"

You nod enthusiastically.

He chuckles with a wide grin. "See aren't you glad I came by?" He says, poking your cheek childishly.

Through a half full mouth you reply "To be honest, I kinda freaked out when you said you were coming over at first." You huff out a small laugh at your old reaction.

Mikey gasps. "Whaaaaat? Why freak out about somethin' like that. It's not like this is the first time I dropped by."

Swallowing, you explain yourself a bit, "Well, I guess- I just got nervous cause I couldn't really get myself like, presentable in time? Doing the most basic things seems to take all my time and energy lately. I just- I didn't want to ruin your guys' good time with, all of this." You gesture to yourself and let out a nervous laugh trying to break your tension.

His brows knit together "Ruin our good time? Dude, we wanted you to come cause you're part of the reason why we're havin' a good time. We just like hanging out with you."

"Even if I'm like this?" You huff out a laugh disbelievingly.

"Yeah!" He glances around the room, then to the pizza, and finally back at you before grinning. "I mean, I'm having a good time right now."

"Oh" you say with small smile.

Oh...

Your eyes feel wet.

And you begin to hiccup.

Cmon, not again. I thought we already got this over with.

His eyes widen before they turn to a more sympathetic look. Quickly, he hops on over to your side.

"Wha- hey, why we crying?"

"No- it's relief tears its- um- kinda-" You stumble over your words, embarrassed, "It has been a day."

Abruptly you feel his arms wrap around your frame, squeezing you against his plastron.

"There there. We all have days."

And you can't help yourself but break down even more, finally able to let go. Shakily, you lean into his touch, circling your arms around him.

Why did you even try pushing him away. His sweetness knows no bounds.

"I'm just - I'm frustrated with myself for thinking you'd hate me and be mad at me. And I really really miss you. And I'm just so tired and everything is so hard for no reason. I just feel stupid and useless."

Holding you steady, he gently rubs your back. Dragging his palm up and down along your spine before speaking again.

"Well, it was a little stupid to think I would hate you," He snickers, "But it's ok to be bit dumb sometimes. We all have our moments."

He continues, puffing out his cheeks, "And even if you are feeling useless, that doesn't mean you're any less valuable. You don't gotta be useful all the time. You can just, be."

At his words, you curl up closer against him. And he just lets you. Carefully but firmly holding you, he takes the weight of all your angst and emotional mush as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

And after a few moments pass, your tears finally stop and your breathing slows but you continue to cling onto him.

"Thank you for the pizza." you say in a small voice.

"No prob!"

"And thank you for helping me clean up."

"Of course!"

You pause for a moment before pulling back from him a bit.

"And thank you for getting me out of it. You really are a good life coach."

He belts out a quick laugh "HA! I told you!! I'm a professional, baby." He puts a proud hand to his chest, "You just gotta let me do my job."

You giggle at his antics.

He perks back up, "Speaking of, how about we get you out of this dump for a while. I'm sure everyone would like to hang out with you some too." he moves to stand up.

"As long as it's nothing crazy," You slouch a bit, "which I know can be a tall order for you guys..."

Mikey shrugs "If you ever need to tab out just let me know. I can scream at them to chill or we can even ditch 'em. No biggie." He reaches out his hands to you, offering to lift you up back on your feet.

You take a deep breath. Your thoughts finally simplifying and your body fed, cleaned, and clothed. It really is like he's got some kind of super power to get you here.

Taking his hands in yours, you smile, and you stand up.

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beau-tee · 3 years ago

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── Buddha. Fluff! HCs

Resquest. Hi honey Can you do something fluffy with Buddha? Please <3

Author’s note. Hiya cutie! I didn't have much inspiration writing for him, sorry so much if this is bad.

保. Absolutely very caring, and loyal though it can take him some time to really trust you but once he falls in love with you and trusts you, he will do anything for you. Buddha is very attentive to you and can be a great listener and likes to hear you talk about things, whenever you talks, regardless if it is interesting or not. He does genuinely care about you and likes to make you happy and shows real curiosity about learning more about you and what you like. Very playful! Whether it’s a walk in the forest or a more traditional date like dinner and a movie, he finds a way to spice it up so you never get bored.

保. Also, he moves a lot during his sleep. It’s either he ends up using you as his personal body pillow or crushing you under his weight. Mostly, he carry you on top of him, and this help to restrain his movements. He is very patient, and loving with you, he does show a pretty keen interest in you and the things you enjoy such. He can be a bit nosey at times though because he does like having your attention and likes seeing what you working on. All he has to do is send them a look and they know you’re his. He will also enjoy traveling with you or taking you to different sights or cafes however he will not be found in places with crowds.

保. He is very comforting towards you and secretly has a very protective side though he tries his best to hide this side from you. He will not like for you to really see him when he’s very serious or protective but you can see him like this occasionally during serious or dangerous situations, but as soon as the situation is over he bounces back to his normal happy self almost immediately. Buddha is a good kisser but he can get a bit carried away sometimes. Sometimes giving too much tongue or accidentally using one of canine teeths. The first kiss was a bit awkward, to say the least. But he’s was also very gentle.

保. Buddha is just about always touching you in some way, whether he has an arm around your waist, his hand in yours, or he’s kissing your face. He loves giving you kisses even more than he loves receiving them. He’ll kiss you at random times and wherever he can reach. He loves kissing your cheeks, shoulders, and hands. After he hugs you, he’ll usually keep an arm wrapped around you, keeping you close to him so that he can revel in your warmth and breath in your scent that he’s loves so much. Buddha is not very jealous. But he slinging his arm around your shoulders or your waist whenever you’re out and about. It makes him feel more confident when he catches people eyeing you.

保. He’s a wonderful listener and will gladly go to if you’re struggling with something. He’s never, ever judgmental and he’s willing to just sit and listen if you feel like you just need to vent. He loves spending time with you. Even when doing the little things like washing dishes and walking with you so the both of you could do your laundry. He really enjoys coming home to the warmth of his home and you. Buddha loves curling up with you on the couch to watch movies and making pillow forts with you.

保. He loves getting you flowers. He will travel as far as it takes to give it to you. Whenever he goes out, he comes back to you baring a bouquet of various wildflowers, whatever’s in season. Buddha adores sweets. And he would love you for eternity if youre to make him some of your own. Even if you’re to just buy some of food for him. So being able to cook for him would be something he’d love you even more for. That being said, Buddha decided he was gonna stay and help for at least a little while longer, anyway, the kitchen will be covered in cookie dough and flour by the time the cookies finished baking. Please, just will have to remind him not to eat all the sweets too quickly.

保. Loves to share his food with you and only you, so be nice to him and don’t share it with anyone else. It’s how he tells you he loves you. Buddha has a habit of bringing you your favorite treats and flowers to most dates and he has absolutely no problem with getting you a gift if he knows you’ll really enjoy it. Buddha’s a pretty affectionate person but he shows it best through physical affection like holding your hand or letting his fingers drag over your arms or legs. He will hug you any chance he gets, especially in public. He likes to show you off to other people. He also enjoys flying you to places where you two can be alone. He loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up bridal style before taking you.

保. Likes the idea of moving in and living together fairly early on in the relationship, He likes to know that you are safe and therefore would like to be around you at all times, he’s helpful around the house and is fine with doing household chores and task, as well as cooking and preparing meals and keeping the house clean. He really likes the little details you have with him. Like when you bring him his favorite snack while he’s busy or how you’ll always brush against him whenever you walk by him. Loves cuddling with you! When he’s feeling particularly tired he prefers being the little spoon. And you will always start and end your day with good morning and good night kisses from him.

── Soon︰Zerofuku!

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv buddha #Buddha #buddha x reader #snv x reader #snv x you #neutral reader #Fluff #Beau. Writes #Beau-tee

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sparklykatt · 3 years ago

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Part 4 of casita kicks everyone out

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The next few days led to family reconnecting as the madrigals tried to rebuild a daily schedule. Camilo ran back and forth every once in a while, updating his parents on Antonio and himself while checking on the rest of the family still left out of the house. Of course he gave the occasional passerby in the town assurances and told them that madrigal chores are on hold for now. Julieta of course would offer an arepa for anyone injured enough, but other than that the doors of casita stayed closed. “Thanks for helping in the kitchen again.” The three sisters grinned at their mother. If it was just a regular meal they could make the whole thing themselves. Julieta refused to sit back enough for that though. “It’s nice to do these kinds of things together.” Isabella said, having finally got the hang of the kitchen. Shocking what the other kids couldn’t learn while busy doing chores in town. Mirabel herself had too much time and noticeable skill in all home making. “We really should help you in the kitchen more often. This is a lot.” Luisa commented, having been the one prepping ingredients. “I’d appreciate it.” Julieta said, smiling as she set the table. That chore was usually mirabels, but they’ve all been switching things up recently. Even right now Camilo is listening intently on the plot line of Bruno’s rat telanovelas. He only got hooked after the plot twist at the end of season 5. “Isn’t Dolores visiting today? Do we know when?” Mirabel asked, turning towards the rat telenovela fanatics. “Lunchtime I think. More than enough time for everyone to get ready.” Camilo looked at his cousins for one second before turning back to Bruno. “I think this telenovela is gonna be a menace.” Mirabel commented, turning back to setting out the freshly made food.

As if on clockwork, Dolores appeared at the front door tilting her head as she was met with a jovial atmosphere. “I didn’t expect Camilo to tell the truth about it.” She commented, earning an offended gasp and a laugh from mirabel. Of course after some quick catching up on what was going on around the casita, mirabel lead Dolores up to her new room. “I never thought I’d get to see your room. I think it was worth the wait.” Dolores commented, looking at the progressively messier looking room. “It suits you.” Mirabel smiled sheepishly. “Dolores, have you… been alright. I mean I have to imagine losing your gift was probably most shocking to you I mean you were constantly hearing everything it must be so strange for some quiet and I-” “it’s a bit complicated.” Mirabels ramble was cut off by the blunt answer. Dolores turned to her with a furrowed brow and dragged the teen to sit with her. “I want to start with my own apology. I could hear everything, every comment said about you, every time you where pushed aside, every time you couldn’t help but cry or curl up into a ball. But I chose to ignore it, and ignore you. I should have stood up for you, and comforted you. Even if I just told someone else who could help it would’ve been better than what I did. I’m sorry mirabel.” Dolores clutched mirabels hand as mirabel squeezed back. “When I lost my gift… at first it was kind of relieving. Like a decade long headache had left, but suddenly I became anxious. I couldn’t hear people approaching me from far places. I couldn’t hear the people who work dangerous jobs bustling. And I couldn’t hear my family. I couldn’t listen to figure out if everyone was safe. I couldn’t even hear if you were crying or celebrating. I… I was so worried. Even with Camilo checking in on us.” Mirabel let Dolores pour all of her emotions out. This may be the first time the woman talked about her own feelings. To mirabel, Dolores was a rather distant cousin. “Dolores… I had no idea. You care so much for this family and I never saw it.” Mirabel brought her into a hug. “If… if you ever need someone to talk to, to get some worries off your chest I’ll be here. Okay?” Dolores nodded. Outside of the room, another door began to glow.

So the rat telenovela epidemic gained a third victim. Dolores had apparently been invested for years in the plot and now was bursting at the seams with the new buddy to talk to about it. The entire family was subjected to the conversation as they tried out their next family bonding project, sewing. Embroidery was next, but Julieta advised that they might want to know the much more practical skill of patching up small tears as a start. She was of course right as Luisa, Isabella and Dolores poked their fingers on the needle continuously. The boys of course were encouraged to join, but only a stitch was being done between each rat plot line discussed. Mirabel, who had already run out of tips to give her family and was now holding a finished ruana to replace her tio’s, excused herself.

For the first time in a while mirabel took a step outside casita. She wasn’t up to going to the village, but just a few feet outside the door was a nice place to clear her mind. Surprisingly though, she caught a glimpse of a yellow dress hiding. “Tia pepa?” Mirabel leaned over the small brick wall placed on the lower part of the hill. It was supposed to be something like a fancy fence or something. “Ah, mirabel i, uh, I was just you know… admiring the view?” Mirabel nodded at Pepas flimsy excuse. “You wanted to check on your kids huh?” Pepa curled up in slight embarrassment for being caught. “You know I wouldn’t blame you for stopping by for something Mille that.” “I know, but it just didn’t feel right. I mean I wasn’t ready to talk to you, really, about everything. I do know I should own up to my attitude towards you in the past I’m not denying, i just was nervous, couldn’t find good words…” pepa wrung out her hair as if it was soaked in rain. “And you know I didn’t know if you’d want to see me, you really went all out that night. Let us know how you felt and the conversation afterwards kinda drove that lesson into me, and ma hasn’t really come out since then so I didn’t just want to…” “it’s alright Tia.” Mirabel soothed her aunts hands out of her hair before hopping the small wall to sit next to her. “Let’s just talk normally. You don’t need to script any apologies.” Pepa nodded. “…so abuela hasn’t left her room after that night?” Mirabel asked. She hadnt heard that from anyone. “Well after we were… thrown out… she was still trying to blame you for everything, but nobody really listened to her at all so she shut herself away and has only come out to collect the food we give. I can’t really tell how she is.” Pepa explained. “She doesn’t look angry any more, but I can’t tell what she’s feeling so…” mirabel nodded, having experienced her abuela’s empty or hard to read stares many times. “I can never tell when she does that.” Pepa also nodded solemnly. “I didn’t want to be shut away with that anymore so I left the house but I don’t know why I came here. I thought about seeing Julieta , checking on Antonio, I also… thought about sucking it up and apologizing to you without a plan. None of those plans are going very well.” Mirabel almost snorted. The two sat in silence for a moment, looking at the uncharacteristically quiet town. “I’m sorry mirabel. I was… cold to you. Ignored you as if you weren’t still a part of the madrigals because you didn’t get a stupid gift.” Pepa huffed. “I must have set a bad example for my kids too. They seemed to just follow suit, though Camilo tried his best back then.” Another short silence. “I should’ve tried at least. Assure you that you were the most blessed of all so you didn’t need a gift or something cheesy like that. Though, I’m beginning to see that these gifts don’t seem to have helped us. Just stress us out while the village relied on us.” Pepa sighed as the two stared into the streets. It was silent because most of the town didn’t know what to do with themselves. They could do plenty on their own but not nearly the things the madrigals did for them. Mirabel leaned against her Tia. “This entire thing sucks huh? From the gifts to how our family ended up and the village…” pepa chuckled. “Why don’t you go get tio felix and come back to the casita? At least to visit. I need to show you my very own room.” Mirabel invited, earning a warm smile.

The door they saw that day was welcoming. A gentle smile on mirabels face matching a strong, slightly relaxed posture as she stood in front of a glowing casita, small figures peeking out of its windows.

The last part is next. Honestly I’m getting more and more distracted from these by other au’s and stuff because I do like to put characters in different positions that make their lives worse (or better!)

#encanto maribel #ecanto #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto fanfic #encanto one shot #encanto abuela #encanto au #mirabel encanto #encanto #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #madrigal family #mirabel collecting apologies because her family wants their damn house back

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sugar-petals · 4 years ago

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:: random things about boyfriend yoongi

↳ ♡ NOTE I saw this format floating around the fandom and thought it was cool and sweet (just like our honey boy so here it goes) 😊 includes an sfw and nsfw bit, both can be read independently.

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SFW

First off, Yoongi is laid-back and casually sexy the way we know him. But he also has spikes of energy where he actually gets a little clingy. Any opportunity he will use to hold hands or jump around like a madman with his gummy smile because he got excited about something that you never could predict would make him so happy. He truly is an epiphany.

He’s your most eager personal chef but funnily enough a little unsettled by onions so you end up helping him. Yoongi hates to be crying in the kitchen because of some evil little vegetable but hey, perfect time and place to spend half an hour huddled together cooking or baking. And Yoongi is secretly longing for a cheesy scene, he finds it romantic when you wipe the tears from his face.

His way of speaking to you is a mix of mumbly Korean, high-pitched pouty cat speak, and old-school English slang phrases that he learned somewhere on social media or award shows back in 2018. Most of the time he takes things seriously but is up for some joking anyway. He is sure to giggle every now and then which is really adorable of him. Yoongi is also the person who gets every nuance of your humor and reacts to it.

After being single, you really have to get used to someone waddling around the house. Like— oh, he’s there! And it’s none other than him! Since Yoongi isn’t noisy when he concentrates on his laptop, it really stands out when he morphs from his unmovable rock-like being to a slow rolling stone headed towards the kitchen from time to time. You have to blink every time. And how could you not look up, he’s walking by with his cutest oversized sweaters and striped fluffy socks.

He cannot hide things that normal people would try to keep secret — because of their own discomfort, but he is good at blocking out things that serve your comfort. I’ll explain what I mean. If you have been keeping up with Yoongi postponing the reveal of his surgery until it was successful, you know what I mean. In short, Yoongi is pretty much an automatic filter for things that disturb you. Knowing the right time and place to inform you is the key. As is disregarding things that don’t concern you as a couple, unnecessary drama and opinions. He’s really good at that without ever trying to sugar-coat the important things because he remains a frank and honest soul.

Yoongi has an easier time giving random presents for simple occasions rather than making a big deal out of traditional festivities. So, big celebrations are often kept simple — unless the rest of BTS is there advocating their ‘a little party never killed nobody’ motto — while Yoongi focuses on getting you something attentive or useful every other day pretty much. He’s still a frugal type, you know him. It’s more about inexpensive things that catch his eye because he heard you likes this or that type of snack or want this or that sofa cushion.

There’s always something new and surprising in the fridge and it’s hardly ever empty because Yoongs takes care of the groceries, really thinking it through. Just personal chef things. Being Yoongi’s partner must be the most destressing thing. He takes responsibility for the worldly things, the ironing clothes and the trash cans. He himself thinks that’s the easiest shit ever and is ready to put time into it (he sees the merit, it drives him) while thinking your side — the sheer act of being in love with him, being there for him — must be hard. Which it isn’t.

Yoongi thinks emotions and relationships are tough and complicated while daily life runs smoothly at the snap of a finger. You think maintenance is a drudgery while love is not the maze your boyfriend assumes it is. Deep down Yoongi thinks he’s unlovable and a bad person, that’s why he believes he doesn’t have the burden but you have. That your affection then blazes past the barriers in Yoongi’s esteem is something that he finds incredible. It catches him off guard there, you burst the bubbles of the flaws he falsely imagines he has.

You bet your ARMY bomb you’re watching cat videos together.

Guess who’s the first person to hear all of Yoongi’s upcoming hit tracks? Even Namjoon gets the first sample ten minutes later. You gotta be really advanced at keeping secrets and avoiding accidental leaks with your phone or something.

Yoongi hesitates with the analogy because it’s a little funny and you’re evidently not a steaming liquid made of beans, but he claims you really are like his daily americano. Makes his every morning better.

Now, in all seriousness. What means the most to him is that you take him how he is and are stable company. Yoongi is afraid of betrayal and stupid games so he has to be sure to have a safe bet going. I think that’s why he fancies marriage, it’s a sign of commitment and some degree of permanence to him. And yes, he is a bit jealous in nature since he’s easily invested in someone with a purity of feeling, almost in a naive way. Yoongi easily idolizes his partner and puts a lot of energy into a bond. He wants to protect that, take the risk, and he has watched for someone who radiates genuine trust and faith. He is sure to have found it in you without any illusions and he is right. Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.

Playing the piano for dinner or date night is a must, he practices constantly to advance to a great standard. He secretly finds a lot of satisfaction in you cooing at his skills and melodies. Those ten bony fingers gliding over the keys with such a technicality and focus, and a passion that makes you hold your breath, it’s great to watch.

Did you see that one coming? He will compose and produce a designated mixtape only for you personally. Yes, with a little self-filmed, self-cut music video for the title track.

Now those things never see the light of day, they’re all for you. But what about your couple life once it touches the social realm? As one might expect, Yoongi is very ‘eyes turn narrow’ with people who bring disharmony to your dynamic and the relationship in general. In fact, he is grumpy and disappointed, and should someone give him a reason, distinctly brutal. If someone even attempts to test you or plays manipulative games, Yoongi is relentlessly turning them from the inside out with his words that never miss the mark. They’re efficient. As I said, he hates playing annoying games, he’ll do any shortcut and be Yoongi.

I guarantee you can lean back and will never the fazed by stupid people and time wasters again. No need to lose face. Yoongi does the dirty work and is the best possible defender to have on your side. He handles that. Invasive opinions and useless phrases he will shove right up some trashtalker’s ass and leave. Let’s squarely say he is unafraid to be a armchair critic of your and his haters and doesn’t want any of that nuisance to disturb what you have together. He cuts very quick and makes sure not to get tangled up in trouble.

Yoongi will also debunk a whole bunch of weirdos on weverse asking about your private love while he’s at it. Prepare for some very entertaining snide remarks. Oh my god, so many entitled people will be pissed off. Many will also celebrate him for stepping up. What’s actually important to Yoongi is that nobody taints what is like a treasure to him.

It won’t be hard to overlook that Yoongi is very proud of you as well. He looks confident and revering when he hangs out with the group and you’re somewhere close by, even just doing something trivial.

He’s also pretty touchy, sometimes publically to demonstrate something, but mostly in the relative calm and safety of a hotel room. When the lights are out, all barriers crash, the utter romantic takes over. His favorite types of kisses besides those onto his hands are when you kiss his lashes. And yep. Yoongs is such a cozy little spoon. A very curled up one with cute shooky pajamas on most likely.

Talk about clothes. Believe it or not, Yoongi’s fashion goes through a significant change due to the relationship. He knows that you are touchy and thinks about what kinds of flannels are the biggest cuddle magnet, after all. And oh wonder, he will also show some level of skin when he accidentally hears your praises for his arms and legs and collar bones and glowy skin while talking to a close friend of yours. So, look forward to that in summer (he still dislikes the winter cold and wraps himself into scarves twice his size, mind you) though it’s still for your eyes only, he covers up when going out. Truth be told, he enjoys when you casually touch his skin. Especially the arms. Which hold up the firmament to you, and your world, too, and guard it.

BTS will know about how excited he is about you because he often boasts about for how long you’ve been living together by now. We all know this is Yoongi’s favorite way of bragging and it further shows that loyalty, dedication and longevity is the spice to his every meal.

Yoongi is probably going to quit the bottle because you naturally make him feel at ease and upbeat. In fact, he simply forgets about his wine. I don’t have to convince you that Yoongi will be very immersed in any interaction with you whether that be watching movies or discussing his latest tracks.

Those discussions come with extra back massages for him because he spends a lot of hours in his chair. Especially around the neck, it’s no secret that this is in every cat’s top 3 favorite massaging areas. Yoongi is gonna make some really raspy, sleepy sounds and just melt in your hands. He’s gonna sleep like a baby afterwards every time. Sometimes, he says funny and cute things while he dozes. He looks very content.

Say goodbye to the 21st century adulting annoyances in your life because Yoongi has a grip on those without a word. Those six specific chores that always plague you take him only a dozen minutes and he is eager, the forms to fill out are already sent off, the list of people to e-mail is weeded through. The taxes are paid, the bank account is full, the meals are on the table, garnished to perfection. Roof over the head, and it’s a sturdy one, Yoongi bought a sound haven house to inhabit a lot of happiness for two.

He’s probably the only person who doesn’t see it as a loss of dignity if you want to hold on tight to him during a dentist visit as a grown ass mf. Why all of this? Yoongi cannot not strive to feel needed in his actions. He wouldn’t like himself if he couldn’t contribute something reliable and useful. That you find things worthy of your time is priority. You complement each other, what you think is a waste of energy makes him work and strive and vice versa. That way, in the end all things are taken care of.

Giving is more important than taking in Yoongi’s world. He thinks of everything because he considers it an offense to have you in a pile of duties, that is, if you don’t like ‘em. It’s his form of dedicating his efforts and showing respect. He doesn’t need much in return. The things he expects if at all don’t feel like a duty: Much like he doesn’t consider doing those acts of services for you likewise.

Work horse he is, he needs something on his daily to-do plan. Which includes making you feel unbothered by the occasions of an incoming strict world when it’s getting to you. You’re supposed to do what you feel like doing just like him and not slave away at fifty deeds. That you torture yourself with daily life hassle is the thing he dislikes seeing the most. He enjoys doing these things so he’s happy to get going.

What’s not a daily life hassle: Holly is a big fan of yours. Instant friendship. Just wanted you to know.

He always knows how to preoccupy himself and finds something to improve. Getting on your nerves, and that’s no surprise, is the last thing Yoongi will ever do. In fact, you sometimes have to search for his napping spot because he got lost somewhere in the house.

He either sleeps or works, his philosophy is simple. If you need him, he does appear seemingly out of nowhere. And, he spends as much time with you as you enjoy, not always prioritizing his producing unless it’s urgent or he’s on an inspiration streak. Which is great anyway, you can sit next to him listening. It’s the right balance of work and play.

Yoongi is not above blatantly showing off. Actually, he goes for an act of stunning pretty often. You know how cats parade around whatever they just caught. He wants to impress you with assets and accolades and appraisals, the boy can’t help it. That you only lightly nod at most of it with a little smile will confuse him but he will get the point later on. You wanna signal Yoongi that you anchor your love for him not in shifting numbers and chunky metal pieces.

That you don’t confuse his signs of outward worth and fame with the core of the guy you find the sweetest in the world is very important to him. He will take some time to see through that because he’s used to being loved through status and its symbols by people close and afar.

The way you throw yourself at him to give a big smooch in random situations — especially when he doesn’t feel great about himself— rather than only when he say gets a new car is sending him a message. Again, he has to grow into that. He will retreat at the beginning because he feels worthless of your affection on days where he doesn’t feel big and bold and successful. But since he sees you jumping on him because you need only his kind and squishy presence and see him as no different than usual because he’s always Yoongi underneath, your boyfriend will change his mind about it sooner or later. He learns that your presence makes him feel like a billion dollars yourself.

You don’t wallow in the regrets of other people missing the point of Yoongi and instead focus on always understanding him rather than enabling Yoongi into wrong directions. And there are many of those, his mental health can tell you a thing or two about it. He begins to get that you really know what you’re doing and are in it for the real him which makes him feel really loved far underneath all surfaces and images. You accept his fame and admire his work with music which is what he’s truly doing it for but also don’t forget that the most vulnerable Yoongi is the one that you’re there for and not a facade.

NSFW

I know you’re curious. That Yoongi’s sexual style is more than just interesting goes without saying. To give you an idea. Anything steamy with Yoongi means him taking his time. You know, for making it quality. Yoongi wants to grow into the right balance of activity and staying relaxed. He is good at keeping cool and bringing some focus to the madness. He wants to figure out how to be more casual instead of tense and overly preoccupied which he’ll be at the start of the relationship. But the fast learner he is, his nervousness fades way faster than you think.

Yoongi is extremely afraid that he can’t please you or starts to become awkward slash clueless so he darts to the opposite of the spectrum and overperforms, even plays a character. You have enough cool yourself to tell him what to do in the pace that works best. That he stays centered in his body is important for you to teach him. When he gets grounded and juggling his confidence is out of the equation, he fucks the best.

His favorite position besides giving oral — with you on your back — will be doggy style. Man, we gotta talk about that. Slow to upper moderate pace, nothing too all over the place. Yoongi moans very slowly, too, all drawn out. Get ready for a frequent session of some anal to unwind. You heard that right. First, Yoongi will get the two of you into the right rhythm with his hands at the sides of your waist, then, ride it out in slow mo with his right hand properly stimulating you from the front.

By habit, he will add some lube here and there but not use insanely dripping amounts so everything gets messy or he can’t touch you without sliding off anymore. Just enough to slide well. Yoongi is so good at this I swear, it’ll be your favorite thing to relax. He has the restraint and technique to pull it off rather than pulling out, huh. Yoongi is gonna stay inside you for ages. It feels like he’s massaging every spot for some extra time. It’s amazing to slack off your muscles, cool off, and get many a gentle but fulfilling orgasm.

He’s not gonna put you through the hassle of dealing with an anal creampie cleanup so he keeps it wrapped, and mostly focuses on your movements altogether while keeping his own climax smooth and more relieving rather than something that relentlessly knocks him out in one go. Yoongi is good at observing and doesn’t feel the need to chase a violent high which is why he is so great at sex. Fucking with Yoongi leaves a wholesome feeling and you never feel ashamed or guilty, or a sense of being dirty and ruined.

He enjoys having sex to make you feel really good and works his hands on you very respectfully. His goal is to have you wet and pulsing after a long while of getting you there, and putting you to a good night’s sleep. He’d feel terrible if he left you sore or disturbed. He is really passionate, especially with his kisses or when you ask him to slide into very deeply, but Yoongi being brash and controlling is an image out of sight.

Besides giving you the number one heavenly assfucks, Yoongi also likes to work his tongue as we know, and he’ll work it all over. Few body parts of yours have not made contact with that glorious mouth and I say that in the best of ways. You can instruct him to do whatever, Yoongi obliges with radiant joy. And here again, he takes minutes upon minutes. Kissing and kissing and licking and maybe even teasing once or twice to make you smile. You know, a little signature wink. Honoring your skin and every shape is not something that Yoongi has to talk about, he will physically show it and I swear it’ll finally get into your head with every little move, Yoongi has totally surrendered his tongue to your body and worships it.

#yoongi #yoongi hc #bts smut #yoongi smut #bts #yoongi x reader #boyfriend yoongi #yoongi scenario #yoongi imagine #bts x reader #boyfriend bts #bts bullet points #bangtan

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poisonmushdude · 3 years ago

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You’re... Early

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x GN! Reader

Warnings: Cheating

Words: 1,231 A/N: I know this isn't great but it made me close to tears I just want wholesome bird boy why do I do this to myself ;(. Also I wrote this when I was both really tired at like 12 AM and 5AM because I have a wack schedule so it’s not gonna be the best-

It was usually a once in a blue moon that you would get off work early. Mostly due to heros with your type of quirk not being readily available. So, when you received the call that you’d wouldn’t need to go on the nightshift patrol from your agency? You were beyond happy. Not only did it mean that you were going to get to relax in the comfort of your home. It meant that you got a chance to do something nice for your boyfriend, who worked way too hard for his own good.

Yes, he was the number two hero, and yes he prefered keeping busy. Though the days that he worked well over 12 hours, coming home dead tired and barely able to shower and eat before passing out were adding up. Yea sure he had fans, but they could never thank him enough for the amount of work he did behind the scenes. So you really did try your best, providing him with everything he would need when he got home. Often times you made sure you got home before Keigo, ding the chores and cooking him a meal. Obviously it was somewhat taxing, sometimes you weren’t very happy being a house husband either. But when your favourite blonde twonk of a man came home. His soft smiles and sleep cuddles where he would whisper sleepy words to you before he was swallowed into sleep made it all worth it. ``````

Opening the door and stepping into yours and Keigo's shared apartment, something felt... off. Keigo's boots stood at the front door despite his patrol shift not ending for a long while. The coat, that was arguably way too expensive to anyone other then him thrown near the coat rack in a lazy attempt to hang it.

Did something happen? Surely not, the hospital or Keigo himself would have told you if something went South. You smiled, hurriedly shoving off your shoes and placing them on the shoe rack. If Keigo was home early you weren’t going to waste another second standing at the door. You both needed some alone time, romanticly and in the bedroom. This could be that opportunity. So to say you were beyond excited was a understatement You rushed out to the living room, skidding to a halt and searching the large room for the red wings that followed Keigo. The red feathers that he was always so proud of that he would not so obviously ask you to complement. Though, they were absent. Leaving a quiet and lifeless living room that seemed no different then when you left it that morning. Other then... a shirt. Wait no, that wasn’t right. A shirt? Walking up to the article of clothing, you picked it up and looked it over. To someone else it would’ve been what it looked like. A normal orange cotton T-Shirt, plain as can be besides a couple of stains. But to you, this was different. Oh, this was far different then what it seems. Because this? This wasn’t either of yours shirt. Keigo wouldn’t have worn something so cheap, let alone plaine and it wouldn’t fit you at all. As fast as your mind checked out that it wasn’t something that you owned, the possibility of a third party person being in your house came to mind. Keigo wouldn’t invite someone over to the house without asking. Even if he did for what reason would they need to take of the dudes shirt? Taking one last look at the shirt, your heart dropped as you started to run to the one place that you hoped to whoever would listen that what you were thinking wasn’t the truth. Hoping that this was just your mind being over active after a stressful week. But that was all thrown from the window, as you approached the door to yours and Keigo's shared bedroom you heard it.

Moaning.

The same way that Keigo would moan for you. The noises he would make when he choked on you or struggled to take you whole. You could only stand and listen as tears formed in your eyes and threatened to fall. No, no, no, this- this couldn’t be right? It couldn’t, no- please it couldn’t. Before long, it just all became too much. Your body moved faster then you could have stopped it. Swinging open the door to find the exact seen you were hoping, even praying that you didn’t have to see. Because deep down, you knew it was going to happen. Keigo, with you? Why would he ever want to be with you? He was a model and a pro-hero with fangirls and fanboys alike, he had so many options why would he ever choose you? Deep down you thought that when the day did come you’d be able to handle it. But your heart felt like it stopped beating. Ceasing all movement as the scene of Keigo, and a man that you’d never met in your life lay on the bed. Keigo seeming to not even notice your presence in the room “K-keigo...” You choked out, tears now freely falling from your eyes.

It finally sinked in how desperately you wanted to go back to when you still though that you had a boyfriend that loved you when your eyes met Keigos. The same beautiful golden eyes that you could have spent hours telling Keigo how pretty they were staring back at you in shock and horror.

Quickly he threw on a fake smile, not even bothering to cover himself or his partner. “Ba- baby bird! You’re early today...!” He nervously laughed, like that would do anything to help his situation.

Your body froze in place. Unable to move a muscle as your blurred vision was pinned on your, well, he wasn’t your lover anymore was he? How... how long had this been happening...? Takami scrambled his way of the way below him, who promptly covered himself up, and moved towards you. Scanning your face to see if he could read any way to salvage the sinking ship he found himself stranded in. Opting to reach out to cup your face. In a flash, you slapped his hand away from your face. Leaving him stunned as you backed up, trying to soften the stream of tears flowing from your eyes. Hoping to retain some of your dignity. You furrowed your eyebrows, and stared him dead in the eyes. “How could you?” You spat at him.

Not giving him enough time to give a response. You decided it was best to leave. You’d spent far too much time near him, seen far to much of his real colors. You’d might be sick if you didn’t get out of these walls soon. So, you slowly back up and when your foot hit the door frame you ran down the halls. Trying to wipe the blur from your eyes as you went.

"Baby bird please...! " Takami called out to you, tell you it wasn’t what it looked like. But he was never one to tell a lie, and this? This was exactly what it looked like.

He wanted to do something, but as you turned and ran to who knows where he didn’t. Because he knew that what he just did was inexcusable. And he had just fucked up the one good thing he’d ever had.

#hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha #my hero academia hawks #bnha #keigo takami #keigo x reader #hawks x gn reader #keigo x gn reader #baku no hero academia #mha takami keigo

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 4 years ago

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hii lu <3 you said comfort requests are always open so I thought I’d request something since I really love your writing :)

how about dazai and akutagawa comforting or helping an s/o who’s having trouble with basic tasks (showering, eating, getting up, falling asleep) due to possible depression? like they’re drained and have no motivation to do anything anymore.

feel free to ignore this if you’d like! and as always, take care of yourself ily 💕

Aight, so because you said “possible”, I’m gonna go with undiagnosed depression. Sorry for the mix of HC and fic with this, but I figured that was the easiest way to do this request?

Comfort for (possible) depression | Dazai, Akutagawa x reader

Warnings: talks of depression references to self-harm

Dazai-

He notices right away. There is nothing he pays attention to more than you. After all, that’s what partners are for right? He sees you as his one and only, and that means he cares for your mental well-being.

He does however invade privacy, but he has his reasons. For one, he understands the pain. At first, you may notice how you're left with one razor and it’s a safety razor. That’s all you have to shave. Asking Dazai about it goes nowhere because he’s an excellent liar, so he convinces you he knows nothing. Slowly, you’ll notice medication start to be organized and the extras hidden in the back. He denies any knowledge, even if it makes you skeptical.

He knows, and damn does it hurt him to see you slowly start to stop caring. The lack of self-hygiene, the way he had to ask you when your last shower was. He misses your fun-filled nights, he really does. Yet here he is stuck. He doesn't want to be too clingy, too pushy, or overprotective, because losing you would be the end of him.

But god, does he know what you're going through, yet you don’t talk about it. You just keep struggling. He watches every day as more simple tasks become difficult and meaningless. Brushing your hair, keeping your room tidy, making the bed, and even just walking away from the sofa.

When it gets really bad, like bad enough that you just won’t get out of bed, when you stop eating unless you really feel the need to. He steps in more than he thought he should. He was waiting, waiting for you to come to him. Yeah, it stung that you didn’t talk about it, but he also understood the pressure of putting something like this on another's shoulders.

He won’t leave till you tell him. Even if it’s “I haven't been feeling upbeat lately.” “I don't know, I'm just sad.” If anything like that comes from your mouth, he’ll nod and try to press for more.

Then he starts taking care of you. His first part is getting you back to three meals a day.

The next deal is fixing the sleep schedule, what he suspects as undiagnosed depression, destroyed.

When you get some normality back, he will, even if you don’t want it, pick you up and drag you around the house until you start doing it yourself.

Don’t worry, take your time, cause Lord does he understand how hard it is some days to get out of bed.

He checks though, that’s the one thing you don’t get a say in. His hands will touch your skin, and he knows how he used to get away with it. Small cuts on the legs or in places nobody would normally look. He looks there just to make sure you aren't doing what he did to himself.

He loves you, he won’t let you forget that because he smothers you with morning kisses, sloppy and affectionate. And at night, he covers your hands and cheeks in tired goodnight pecks.

Every meal, whether it's frozen or ordered, is given to you with affection.

He's patient, he’s willing to wait until you start doing daily chores on your own. Small things like bathing without being asked. He’ll smile when he sees how your eye bags start to get lighter, and your complexion gets closer to being how it was.

One day he hopes whatever put you in such a bad place will come out, and he’ll be the one holding you in his arms and whispering how everything is alright.

Akutagawa-

It takes a while for him to notice. He mostly notices when you stop doing work.

Then he’ll take into account how tired and worn out you are.

He’s not affectionate, and it’s something you knew about him, so seeing him pamper you with questions is always striking.

When you're alone, he can be more touchy and open, but he’s always so cold. Seeing him ask so many questions that you can’t keep up with may not be the best for you, but it shows you he cares.

When he does slow down, he only goes over the most important questions. He asks if you’re feeling well. Ask if you're stressed, or need a break.

Being the way he is, depression isn’t something he auto recognizes, so while he stands there every morning watching you do less and less, he researches it.

When he finds you may be suffering from something that couldn’t be seen on the outside without careful observation, he starts making it very clear how much he loves you.

He doesn't understand it enough to sympathize completely, but he understands you're not happy.

Being the kind of person he is, he automatically thinks it was somebody who did this. He may be right, but he stays silent for your sake.

He’s there for you to rant to. If you ever break down, he’s ready for you. You’ve seen him get worked up once, maybe twice, and you never left him, so he’d be returning the gesture.

He also insists you attend therapy and get diagnosed. He does not care if you don’t want to, because very clearly you need to talk to somebody, and he heard therapy actually helps people cope. He’d rather you not hurt yourself or use… work’s mafia activities to cope

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miracleonice87 · 4 years ago

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anything with matty tkachuk! but maybe a fluffy one where it’s your first season living together after being long distance for awhile and it’s like the moments you guys go through? first fight, first night together, new game day rituals, etc.

a/n: the last of the requests for the moment! I’ll probably open them back up soon. here’s a piece with a few vignettes referred to in the request. enjoy!

warnings: partners arguing, brief mention of sex

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Firsts

first night…

“You’re going to throw your back out.”

Matthew scoffed. “You think you’re so heavy but you weigh next to nothing,” he insisted, scooping his arm beneath the crooks of your knees, the other steady beneath your underarms as he lifted you off the ground.

You chuckled, covering your face with your hand shyly.

“Matthew,” you whined. He shook his head.

“Nope, we’re doing it,” he told you, walking toward the front door. “You’re finally moving in with me. We’re doing the cheesy ‘carry you over the threshold’ thing.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Smiling, you looped your arms around his neck and resigned to his resolve. A few yards more, and Matthew was kicking open the door with one foot.

As he stepped into the house, he let out an adorable “ta daaa!” and beamed at you.

“Welcome home, princess,” he said sweetly. You leaned in to kiss him and pinched gently at his cheek.

“Thank you, my love,” you said. Matthew put you down carefully and closed the door behind him. As you stepped forward into the living room — your living room — you spotted not only a gorgeous bouquet of blush pink roses, but also an overflowing gift basket filled with an array of your favorite items. The jasmine candles you always burned in your own apartment, the lavender tea you drank each night before bed, your favorite shampoo and conditioner, the shower gel you always stocked up on at your favorite St. Louis boutique — all of it, and more, was tucked inside.

“Baby…” you began breathlessly, running your hand along the perimeter of the wicker. “What did you do?”

Matthew approached from behind with a smile, wrapping his arms around your middle and burying a kiss in your hair.

“I just wanted you to have some things that’ll hopefully make you feel at home here,” he said somberly. “And I gotta admit, Taryn helped me track down the stuff from St. Louis,” he added with a chuckle.

You turned in his hold to face him, and he noted the glistening in your green eyes as he reached for your face.

“You are so sweet. Thank you, baby,” you said, pressing your lips against his. When you parted, Matthew noticed the way your bright smile had faded. He knew why.

As thrilled as you were to be moving in with Matthew at last after a full year of dating long distance, you were still anxious leaving your hometown of St. Louis. You couldn’t wait to start your life in Calgary with Matthew, but living so far from your family and childhood friends had you battling homesickness from the second you took off from Lambert. The reality had caused you to break down on the plane and was bringing tears to your eyes once more.

“You okay?” Matthew asked kindly, kissing your forehead repeatedly. You held his wrists and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you said.

“I know it’s not gonna be easy, sweetheart,” Matthew said, pulling you closer. “But your parents are welcome here anytime, and you can go visit them literally whenever you want. And you know my parents are gonna be up here way more now that you’re here. We all know they like you better than me,” he told you, pulling a giggle from you as you looked up at him with a smirk.

“There’s a smile,” he said. You nodded, sniffling.

“Trust me, Matthew, I’m so happy to be here with you,” you assured him. “This is where I’ve wanted to be for so long, and you’re so gracious for having me here. And I can’t believe how thoughtful these gifts were. The excitement I feel to start my life with you outweighs any sadness I’ll feel. Trust me on that.”

Matthew grinned, and you couldn’t help but reflect his joy in your own expression.

“I love you, princess,” he said, hugging you tight. “Welcome home.”

“I love you, too, Matthew,” you said against his shoulder.

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first fight…

It had taken a few weeks, but you soon settled into your new life in Calgary with little trouble. Spending every day with Matthew felt like a dream — you were both giddy when you hopped into bed together each night and woke up next to each other the following morning.

As Matthew began training camp, you found your own routine with your work as a freelance graphic designer. You only put in about twenty to thirty hours per week, which Matthew knew you did because you wanted to, not because you felt you needed to. He reminded you every so often that you could quit at any point if you no longer felt the need to work — though you told him not to hold his breath.

Matthew refused to let go of his housekeeper, as he wanted to save you from doing all of the chores, though you did insist on taking over the bulk of the household duties because you actually found them enjoyable — scheduling, grocery shopping, meal planning, cooking, laundry, and paying bills.

It was that last little item that caused the first tiff between you and Matthew since you had moved in with him — in fact, the first tiff the two of you had had in months.

One afternoon, after Matthew returned home from practice, he kissed your cheek and grabbed a glass of water before sitting down at the kitchen table to chat with you, as he did almost every day. As you worked on a logo design for a client, Matthew sat scrolling through his phone; then, eyebrows furrowing, he paused.

“Hey, babe?” he began. You acknowledged him with a distracted “hmm?” without looking away from your screen.

“It’s no big deal if so,” Matthew spoke, “but did you forget to pay the water bill this month? And maybe… maybe the electric bill, too? I don’t see that they’ve been deducted from my account yet, so I just wanna make sure they’re not late.”

Heat crept up your neck and chest as you slowly closed your laptop, pursing your lips to the side. When you didn’t respond right away, Matthew looked at you curiously.

You took a deep breath and pulled your legs underneath you, curling up and wishing you could hide from this altogether.

“Don’t be mad…” you said softly.

Not a good start, Matthew thought to himself. He clicked his phone to lock it and set it aside, folding his arms on the table.

“Babe…” he said, a warning in the single word.

You picked nervously at the seam of your leggings. “Okay. I kind of…” you cleared your throat, stalling. “I kind of paid those two out of my own account. But just those two. I swear.”

Matthew rolled his eyes, pushing himself out of his seat as he muttered, “oh, my god.”

Yep, he was pissed.

After pacing for a few moments, Matthew crossed his arms against his chest and faced you.

“I thought we talked about this,” he said, clearly frustrated.

You dropped your head. “I-I know…” you said timidly. “We did. I just-“

“And you paid them yourself anyway? Despite having already discussed it?” he questioned, his volume rising.

With lightly shaking hands, you tucked some hair behind one ear and swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze, which was sure to be intense.

“Yes,” was all you could manage.

Matthew tossed his baseball cap on the table and sighed loudly, resuming his pacing across the hardwood.

“Baby, we can’t start out like this,” he said firmly. “I didn’t ask you to come live with me so we could split the cost of living like you’re some random roommate of mine. I asked you to move in because I want to share my life with you — I wanna share everything with you. I make more money than I’ll ever be able to spend, and you should not be spending your own money to pay our bills.”

As he spoke, you chewed anxiously on the inside of your cheek. When he paused, he sighed once more.

“Can you look at me, please?” he requested.

With a shaky inhale, you did as he asked, and his gaze softened the moment he saw the unease on your face.

“What’s goin’ on here, baby?” Matthew asked. “You’ve gotta talk to me. We’re partners.”

You pulled the sleeves of your sweatshirt down to cover your closed fists as you considered how even to answer him. Finally, you decided on a simple response.

“I feel like a mooch,” you said quietly, your eyes traveling downward again.

Out of your frame of vision, Matthew’s face fell. He felt sick at what he had just heard. He crossed the room swiftly, easily pulling out your chair and turning it to face him. He knelt before you and gathered your hands in his own.

“Princess… hey,” he said gently as he reached to smooth his hand over your hair. “Look at me.” This time, it wasn’t a question.

You forced yourself to look at him, finding immediate comfort in the tender way he was now looking at you as compared to before. He squeezed your thighs soothingly as he spoke again.

“You are anything but a mooch,” he said with conviction. “You are my girlfriend, who I love — who I’m obsessed with. You’re the person I want to spend my life with. I wanna take care of you in every way I possibly can, including financially. You know what I mean?”

You nodded slowly, unable to think of a convincing argument against him.

“I don’t want to fight about this with you,” Matthew continued, shaking his head. “We shouldn’t be fighting about money. Listen, if you want to spend your money on things that are only yours, that’s fine. Even though I really wish you wouldn’t even do that.” He muttered the last part and you offered the tiniest smile. “I don’t want you footing our bills, babe. You don’t need to worry about that. Okay? I want you to let me take care of all of that. Please?”

You nodded slowly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to go behind your back. I just felt like I wanted to contribute.”

Matthew gave you a disbelieving expression. “Contribute? Babe, you contribute so much. You’ve barely been here a month and shit around here is more organized than it’s ever been. You’ve already got this place running like a well-oiled machine,” he told you as you breathed a chuckle. “You take care of me in countless ways. Let me handle the money. That’s the easy part.”

You let your head roll back with a sigh, knowing that Matthew was being the logical one in this instance. “Okay,” you agreed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I will. I’m sorry.”

Matthew shook his head, kissing the tip of your nose and then your lips. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “Let’s just go upstairs and have make-up sex since this was our first fight in forever.”

You threw your head back in laughter. “You are something else,” you told your boyfriend, who was already picking you up out of your chair and toting you upstairs.

_____

first game…

As you stood in your closet selecting an outfit for Matthew’s home opener, you felt a familiar pair of arms snake around your waist and a set of lips you knew well come to rest on your cheekbone. A grin overtook your face.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you teased as Matthew relentlessly planted kisses on your skin. “How was your nap? I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You turned his direction, and Matthew shook his head. You smoothed the short curls atop his head and he nearly purred, making you laugh.

“My nap was good,” he said with a yawn. “And you’re gonna make me fall asleep again if you keep doing that.”

You snickered, kissing his jaw, before you turned back around and reached for a couple articles of hanging clothing.

“Once you pick what you’re wearing, can you make me a cup of coffee?” Matthew asked from behind.

Your brows pulled together, puzzled, and you cocked your head as you turned back toward him.

“Are you really that helpless?” you said in your best teasing tone.

Matthew rolled his eyes lightheartedly and said, “No, I can make my own, but I don’t want to. We’ve got a good thing going.”

You shook your head, amused. “Okay, I’m lost,” you told him, hanging your outfit on the back of the closet door to steam later. “What are you talking about?”

Matthew followed you out of the closet and toward the hall.

“You made me my coffee before the last three preseason games at home, remember? And we won them all,” he said matter-of-factly. “So yeah, if you don’t mind, we’re gonna keep that going. Unless you wanna be the reason we lose…”

“No!” you exclaimed immediately. Matthew laughed — he knew that would do the trick, as you were nearly as superstitious as he. “I’m going now,” you said. As you turned to descend the stairs, you glanced back at him, batting your lashes. “Cream and sugar?” you asked sweetly.

Matthew laughed hysterically and tickled your sides as he followed you down to the kitchen, thankful once more that you were here to share not only his home with him, but his life.

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Make It Up | L.Taeyong

Genre: single parent!au, suggestive content, fluff with a little bit of angst

Pairing: CEO!Taeyong x Secretary!reader

Word count: 11,2k words

Summary: Spending a lot of time with your boss’ daughter was probably a bad decision for you. Before you even realize that you dipped your feet in the water, your body was already drowning. Will you able to escape the maze between your feelings and professionalism?

singledad!ty is a dream periodt

“Do you want me to bring you coffee, sir?” You asked him calmly. During an intense meeting like this, no one could approach him just to offer him a drink, except you.

“Yes, please. Oh, and this meeting will not be finished until we solve the problem. So, I want you to pick taehee up from her daycare.” He ordered.

“Yes, sir.” You bow politely to your boss before proceeding to leave the room. You sneak a glance at Johnny on your way out, cringing along with him as you cheer on him and the rest of the team with your body language.

You work in a game development company as the main secretary of the CEO, Lee Taeyong. The company stocks were expected to be increased by the end of the month. But someone decided to be a dick and spread some false rumors about one of the game made by the developing team. So the stockholders were complaining against the CEO and now he’s as angry as a hungry lion.

The sound of your heels clicking could be heard all over the hall. You walk at a fast pace in your pencil skirt to the parking lot. Mr. Lee never trusts his daughter to anyone except you, not even his personal driver. You don’t understand why you’re the only woman he could trust his daughter to, even though he has a girlfriend. You spend a lot of time with Lee Taehee, the true heir of your company, more than your family.

You smiled in satisfaction when you reach the luxury daycare. You lock your boss’ car as you walk into the huge lobby. You greeted the receptionist, smiling politely. “Hello, ms. Y/n. I’ll bring Lee Taehee for you.” The woman greeted you back before calling the teacher from the toddler’s class to bring Taehee.

A minute later, a joyful kid runs towards you. You smile and squat down to welcome her in a hug. “Our beautiful Taehee!” You greeted. “Hi, Y/n!” She inhaled your sweet scent before pulling away. “Where’s daddy?” She asked.

“Well, daddy’s got a meeting and he couldn’t pick you up. He said sorry though,” You explained.

You can feel your heart melted when she pouts, “Uh, did he told you to buy me ice cream though?”

You laughed as you took her arms and bow politely to the staff before walking her out to the car. “Of course, let’s go get ice cream!”

After helping her to put on the seat belts, you start the engine and goes to the little princess’ favorite ice cream parlor.

“Actually, daddy promised to take me and kkoma to the pet park. But I don’t think he’s available tonight.” The little girl pouts. You always feel sad for Taehee. With her dad always got drown in work, she plays alone most of the time. Taeyong never hires a nanny or a babysitter into the big penthouse because he could never trust any stranger to be in the house. You’ve been working for almost two years that he could finally trust his daughter to you.

“It’s okay. I can play with you. You’re gonna show me the book you bought last week, right?” You comforted her before you wipe some ice cream leftovers around her lips. Taehee’s eyes lit in happiness after knowing she’ll have someone to play with tonight. “Really? Yeah, let’s play with the new toys daddy bought me yesterday, too!”

Your phone rings continuously as you unlock the big penthouse in the middle of the frenetic Seoul city. You told Taehee to go into her bedroom while you answer the call. “Good evening, Mr. Lee. What can I help you?”

“You forgot to hand me the rest of the schedule. Well, what am I supposed to do tomorrow? No meetings, right?” He chuckled. You feel relieved when you heard his relaxed tone as an indication that he’s no longer angry like he has been since this morning. “Oh, yeah, I’m very sorry, sir. Well, you got no more team meetings tomorrow. You only need to meet some of our directorates and that’s all.”

You heard Taeyong groans over the phone, “Urgh, those old men again, huh?” You chuckled before you reply, “Actually, you missed a very very important schedule for tonight, boss.”

He furrowed his eyebrow upon hearing your words. “What- Oh shit. Yeah, my god, I’m a terrible dad. Yeah, please tell her I’m sorry and I promise I will take her tomorrow evening.”

You smiled before you reply with a nod, “Already did that.”

“And please be with her for tonight, I will stay in Jennie’s apartment. I need some kind of stress relief.” Taeyong said nonchalantly. You frown because you know he can’t see you. “Alright, good night, boss.”

You sigh, feeling terribly sad for Taehee. For you, Taeyong’s girlfriend is being really selfish. She never wants to stay at the penthouse because she can’t do chores or cook. She barely voluntarily spends any time with Taehee, and she bluntly told Taeyong that she doesn’t really like kids. You can’t believe that your boss chose that kind of girl to be his future second wife but then again, it’s none of your business.

“Y/n? Are you finished with the call? I’m shivering..” Taehee called from her bathroom. You mentally facepalmed yourself as you rushed into her bathroom. “I’m sorry! I’ll bring your squishy ducks!”

“Taehee, I’m staying with you tonight. Daddy said he won’t be able to go home tonight. He said he’s really sorry that he couldn’t take you and kkoma to the pet park and that he promised he will bring you tomorrow evening.”

Taehee sighs, “Another promise... It’s okay, as long as you’re here, I’ll be fine.” You feel a motherly happy feeling when she said that and something inside of you melted from the warmth feeling. “That’s my pretty girl. Come on, show me what daddy bought you yesterday.”

You open your eyes slowly at the ray of the morning sunshine. You look back at Taehee who’s still sleeping soundly in your arms. You gently untangled her hands away from you before pulling up the blanket to cover her more. You get out of bed to prepare breakfast until you stop in your track because of a picture on Taehee’s little study desk.

You recognize your boss’ writing under the picture: “Mommy.” You look longer at the picture, noticing how much resemblance this woman has with Taehee. “She has her nose and lips.” You mumbled. In a brief time, you remembered what Taehee told you about her mother.

“Daddy told me that mommy has gone to heaven. I never got to see her face, but this is the only picture I got from grandma. She said mommy died when she delivered me into this world. I don’t even know what that means.”

You glance back at the sleeping toddler, feeling sorry for her to not having a mom at such a young age. Your boss never tells you anything about his private life but spending a lot of time with his daughter makes you know everything because you know how little kids don’t lie, right?

You put the picture back on the study desk before leaving the bedroom to cook breakfast. You remember Taehee wanting to eat some soup yesterday so you decided to cook a chicken soup for her and also you. You were chopping some onions when you heard the door getting unlocked. You furrowed your eyebrow at how he got home early in the morning.

“Good morning, boss. Did you have breakfast?” You greeted him as he lets himself fall on the couch in the living room. “Hey, and nope. Give me a bowl of whatever of that thing you just cook, please.”

You simply nod even though you badly want to ask him why he didn’t have breakfast at her home but you know exactly what the answer is. “Why don’t you go to her room, sir? She’s still sleeping, I guess.” You suggested. Taeyong nods in agreement before walking wearily to his daughter’s room.

Taeyong crept into the cute kiddy room before jumping down on the bed to wake his little monster up. “Good morning, my princess. It’s time to wake up!” He coos as he cuddles into taehee’s little arms. “Hm,” Taehee groans cutely at his dad who bothers her in her sleep before opening her eyes slowly, “Hi, daddy.”

Taeyong showered the smaller one with kisses, smiling at how she reacts cutely to the kisses. “Where’s Y/n? Did she went home?” Taehee asked before wriggling out of her dad’s arms. “No, she’s cooking. Let’s bath you up before we have breakfast.”

You finished cooking the soup at the same time when your boss has his daughter in his arms, walking together to the kitchen with growling stomachs. “Wow, chicken soup! Thanks, Y/n! you’re the best!” Taehee claps her little hands when she saw the meals you put on her high chair. You nod happily as you see Taeyong digging his food already. “At this point, I may be applicable to be your housemaid, boss.” You smile teasingly. He laughs it off, “Don’t worry, I’ll raise your salary.” He smirked. Oh, that goddamn smirk, you thought.

“No, sir. I’m just joking.” You laugh along with him, before taehee speaks up nonchalantly. “I think, at this point, you may be applicable to be my mom.” She copied your word while chewing on the chicken innocently. You glance awkwardly at your boss who chocked on his soup. You bring him a glass of water before laughing awkwardly.

“Taehee, you can’t just say things like that to Y/n.” Taeyong scold his cute daughter gently. Taehee nods as she grins on you. “Excuse me, sir. I think I have to go home. I will meet you in your office.” You bowed politely to both your boss and the smaller boss. “Bye, taehee.” You wave her goodbye and she waved back. Gosh, that was so awkward.

“Why can’t we just compensate them with free diamonds or a new special customized weapon? Why do we have to lose millions of stocks just because of some morons?” Taeyong groans with his hands folded in his chest.

His directorial advisor sighs, “No, we can’t just do that, Mr. Lee. The developing team may be able to do that by noon but our directorates will not tolerate that kind of compensation. It’s not fair to our in-app purchasers. And people will just spread more rumors for us to give them more free diamonds and weapons.”

You knocked before you enter the room with CEO Lee’s prepared meeting suits and his proposal papers.

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee. Our directorates are coming in ten minutes. We should be getting ready for your proposal.

Taeyong nods, thanking you mentally for saving him from the frustrating conversation.

You bowed to the middle-aged man before trailing behind your boss to the meeting room.

Being alone with your boss after the awkward conversation with his daughter this morning is killing you softly.

You distract yourself by organizing some papers and preparing drinks on the table. You feel a pair of eyes on you as you pass around the room.

Taeyong cleared his throat before speaking up to you, “Uhm, I remembered you didn’t have breakfast with us earlier, have you eat?” He asked.

You glance at him awkwardly, “Y-yeah, I.. have, thank you for worrying.”

“You don’t have to be all formal and polite to me you know. We’re almost at the same age.”

You smile, “It’s alright, Mr. Lee. You are my boss and this is office hours, also I’m two years younger than you, so this should be my preferable manner to you, sir.”

“Well, that’s understandable. Uh, and about our conversation this morning. You didn’t wholeheartedly take her words, right?” He asked.

Ah, those awkward goosebumps are coming back.

“Of course, no, Mr. Lee.” You fake a smile.

“Good, then, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around Taehee and I. Afterall, you spend a lot of time with her more than Jennie and I did these past few years.”

You only nod, not wanting to continue the conversation.

You thanked the directorates for coming in a great timing just so you can immediately leave the room. You walked wearily towards your table beside Johnny’s before leaning your head onto the table.

“What’s with the frown, Miss Secretary?” Johnny glance at your table beside him with a teasing smirk.

“Shut up, John. You don’t know what I’ve been through.”

“Tell me, maybe this wise oppa can give you the right answer for every question you have.”

You rolled your eyes before turning into him, “Taehee literally just asked me to be her mom this morning.”

Johnny didn’t show any expected reaction, which makes you furrowed your eyebrow.

“Aren’t you her mom already? You practically live at his penthouse more than his girlfriend does.”

You hit his arms playfully before protesting, “Shut your mouth! You and the developing team are the only people who knew I helped Mr. Lee’s daughter, okay? Don’t be a big mouth..”

Johnny laughs quietly, “Yes, ma’am.”

You keep thinking about Johnny’s words earlier. Every staff in the daycare know how you act motherly towards taehee. Some of her friends’ mom even called you taehee’s mom before you clarified that you’re only her dad’s assistant.

You remember bringing Taehee to your family’s Thanksgiving dinner because Taeyong decided to go to a romantic dinner with his glorious girlfriend instead of spending time with his daughter. Your family loves Taehee, even allowed Taehee to call them family names. You remember Taehee being very happy that night, “this year’s thanksgiving is better than any thanksgiving year with my grandpops and dad.”

Your concern is, does taehee really think of you as her mother, just because you spend time with her more than her future mother did? You don’t exactly think so, but the situation tells you otherwise.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your alarm, reminding you about the meeting. You immediately move from the snack bar, and leave to assist your boss after the meeting.

“How’s the meeting, boss? Did it went well?” You greeted.

He smiled in satisfaction before nodding at you, “Yeah, I managed to convince them about the compensation. We made a great deal. Well, I don’t have any working schedule left, right? Let’s take taehee and kkoma to the pet park.” He suggested cheerfully.

You smile along with him, feeling glad that everything went well. “Alright, sir. I’ll have Mr. Han ready with the car. Have fun, sir.” You bowed politely.

He stopped in his track before he turns back to you, “No, you’re coming with us.”

Your jaw drops. Is he seriously asking you to go with him and his daughter, on a private trip? “Why am I coming with you, Mr. Lee? Perhaps, Miss Kim is not available?” You asked.

“I haven’t asked her yet. I just thought that Taehee would be happy if you tag along.” He explained with a smile. “Well, if you have another plan for today, it’s okay.”

You nod immediately. “No, I’m completely free, Mr. Lee.”

“Aye, you can drop the formalities. It’s past office hours. You can be comfortable around me and Taehee. Just call me Taeyong.”

“Taehee!” You greeted Taehee as she ran to hug you. So, Taeyong and you decided to pick Taehee up from the daycare before getting kkoma the poodle in the penthouse. She looks at her dad with sparkly eyes, “Is she coming with us?” She asked excitedly. Taeyong nods, smiling at his daughter who seems to like being with his assistant more than him. “Thank you, daddy!” She pulls away from you to hug her daddy’s legs. Taeyong smiled even wilder, before lifting his daughter to give her kisses.

“Now, it’s time for you to get in the car and put the seat belts on.”

You watch as Taeyong puts his daughter on the car seat. You get on the passenger seat in front, putting your own seat belts, listening to the father and daughter playing around.

“Alright, let’s go!”

Fifteen minutes later in the parking lot, Taeyong and you are debating about who’s going up to get kkoma. You insisted to go up so Taehee declared that you win the debate and the three of you laughed.

“I’ll be back with kkoma.” You smiled before closing the car door.

“Bye, Y/n!” Taehee waved at you.

You went to the penthouse, walking towards the only front door on that floor, before stopping upon seeing someone standing in front of the door.

You immediately bow, “Good afternoon, Miss Kim.”

Jennie looks at you with a furrowed eyebrow, “What are you doing here? Where’s your boss? Why are you alone?”

You felt sweaty before trying to explain calmly. “I’m here to get kkoma. Mr. Lee and his daughter are going to the pet park.”

She tilts her head, seems to be astonished by your explanation. “Don’t go in. I’ll get the dog instead.” You bowed politely before she unlocked the door and walk into the house. “Urgh, why didn’t he tell me.” She mumbled.

You were about to leave when you remember that you left your things in the car, and his girlfriend probably doesn’t know where the car is parked. So, you wait until Jennie comes out with kkoma. You noticed that she only brought the dog without the leash.

“Uh, Miss Kim? I’m sorry but you forgot the leash.”

Her jaw drop cockily. “Are you seriously telling me to get a dog’s leash?”

You stutter, “I’m sorry, Miss Kim, but you told me not to go into the house.”

She rolled her eyes in a sassy manner, before walking back into the house, groaning angrily. You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at the situation.

You walk behind your boss’ girlfriend. You were about to lead her to the car but she stopped walking. “You can leave now, I’ll call him.”

You bowed before explaining that you left your things in the car.

She glares at you, “What? Did you come here with him? No way, did you also go to the daycare with him?”

You only nod, not wanting to explain more. She just groans and leaves you in front of the elevator.

Taeyong saw you from an angle and he felt somehow relieved after worrying about what possibly took you so long until he saw his girlfriend. He lifted his eyebrow before getting out of the car to greet his girfriend.

“Jennie, what are you doing here? Why are you holding kkoma?” He asked, glancing at you with a disoriented look. You just bit your lip awkwardly.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you have a date with your daughter? Did you possibly think I wouldn’t want to join? Of course, I would. Why did you bring her? It’s past office hours.” She ranted.

“I’m sorry, okay. Let’s just go. Taehee’s very excited if she comes along.”

Jennie gets in the car immediately, greeting Taehee with a made-up smile and an awkward sentence of, “Hi, did you eat?”

Taeyong looks at you, “Aren’t you going with us?”

“Ah, I’m sorry, Mr. Lee. I think I can’t join you to the pet park. Let me get my things in the back seat.”

Taeyong was about to speak when Taehee opened the window and scream out. “No! Y/n, you said you’re going with us!”

You cringed at how the situation become before glancing at Jennie who’s signaling you to leave immediately.

“Taehee, Y/n said she got something important came up and-”

“No! If Y/n is not coming, then let’s not go. Daddy, this is not what I want!”

Taeyong sighed heavily before opening the back seat door beside his daughter. “Let’s go, Y/n. I know you leave far from here and you didn’t bring your car. Just go with us, I’ll drive you home after we leave the pet park.”

You can’t disobey your boss and after looking at Taehee’s pleading eyes, you decided that you can’t win over the boss’ daughter. You get in the car as Taehee immediately hugs your hand, feeling glad that you finally agreed to join.

Jennie glares at her boyfriend angrily. Taeyong mouths, “What? This is my daughter’s day, not ours.”

You let Taehee out of her car seat and let her play with Jennie and kkoma. Taeyong walks with you behind them, as he smiles in satisfaction upon seeing two of his favorite people get along well. “I’m happy Jennie could play with Taehee like that. I think, going to the pet park today is the best decision I have ever made.”

You agree to what he said, but there’s a part inside of you that feels a little bit heavy upon seeing the strange pair hanging out together. You only smile as you watch Taehee running around chasing kkoma in the field. Jennie gives up running. Well, she’s wearing a 10 cm heels, of course, she can’t run freely like the little toddler.

Taeyong approaches his girlfriend, starting to talk to her and laughing around instead of playing with his daughter. You keep on watching the little girl running around until you heard her crying loudly.

“Taehee!” You scream as you run towards Taehee who just fell into the ground.

Jennie and Taeyong quickly take a look at the screams, and soon Jennie was left with nothing but kkoma’s leash and a groan.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay, Taehee.” You look at Taehee’s injured knee and you sighed. You managed a smile and told her to only look at you, not the wound. Fortunately, she’s being a good girl.

“Taehee! Daddy’s here. It’s okay, baby girl.”

Taehee was about to cry at the sight of her dad, but as soon as kkoma sit beside her and sympathetically stay in her side, she becomes calm and her sobbing starts to stop.

“Mr. Lee, can you get me the aid kit in your car?” You asked calmly. He nodded and immediately runs off to his car. You glance at Jennie who’s only looking with her phone in her hand, probably not knowing what to do.

A minute later, she tried to walk across to you and Taehee, looking like a tired marathon player when she was only walking.

“I’m sorry but I can’t squat down, I’m wearing a skirt.” She said cockily, which makes you want to puke on the spot.

I’m also wearing a skirt, duh. You thought.

Another minute has passed, and Taehee stops crying and starts to play with kkoma beside her, you tried to cover the wound with your hand, as you saw Taeyong walking closer with the aid kit.

“There you go.” Taeyong watches as you treat his daughter’s wound, feeling embarrassed with his girlfriend only watching and fanning herself.

“Let’s go. We need to talk.” He drags his girlfriend to a spot where no one could see them.

“What are you doing? Did you seriously just stand there, wearing a shade, while my daughter is injured?”

Jennie’s jaw drops, “I’m wearing a skirt, Taeyong! I can’t squat down, are you looking down on me now? Oh, you think I don’t care about your daughter, huh?”

“I was not thinking about that but now I’m kind of convinced that you actually don’t,” He paused, before sighing in disappointment. “really care about my daughter.”

Jennie blinked before reaching out for his hand, asking for forgiveness. “I’m sorry, Taeyong. I just.. I just didn’t know what to do. It’s not like I don’t care about Taehee, really.”

“If you love me, you should have known what to do when one of my favorite people, my child, is injured. You should’ve known that Taehee is important to me, Jen.”

Taeyong decided to bring Jennie home by ordering a taxi for her. He knows that she’s probably not going to talk to him for a few days but he’s trying not to care.

He sighed heavily before going back to the field where you treated taehee’s wound. He smiled softly when he saw you and his daughter laughing together, amazed at how capable you are to make his daughter stop crying.

“Hey, baby!” He carries his daughter and lifts her up, playing with her as he loves to hear her giggles.

You smiled upon the view of the daddy and daughter moment, until you notice the absence of his girlfriend. “Mr. Lee, may I ask but where’s Miss Kim?”

He turns at you after giving his daughter a kiss, “Well, She went home. She’s not used to outdoor activities like this. I’m sorry that she didn’t know what to help earlier. Also, like what I said earlier, please drop the formalities when we’re outside the office like this.” You only nod at him, smiling politely at him.

“Daddy, I’m hungry!” Taehee shouts while rubbing her tummy cutely. “Alright! What do you want to eat, baby?”

So you ended up at an Italian restaurant with the father and daughter. Since Taehee wants to eat pasta, you ordered a creamy fusilli carbonara for her, while Taeyong ordered some dishes for you and him.

“Since we’re eating informally like this, can I ask something that I’ve been curious about?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“So, you said you can’t trust your daughter with anyone in her daily life, when you actually could send her to your parents. Why wouldn’t you do that?” You asked him carefully.

He sighs while looking at Taehee who’s playing with the napkin on the table. “I did. There was one time when I sent Taehee to my parents, but as a matter of fact, I’m not that close to my parents and my brothers. I was taught about business since I was in elementary school, so I always have this little thought that there isn’t any real love in my house except from my mother. My brothers’ thirst for money and power disgust me as much as I hate living in my own house.”

You look into his eyes deeply, feeling moved that he’s voluntarily opening up to you. “Too much information, right? Well, the point is I don’t find it comfortable to put my daughter in my parents’ house because she will be lonely there. Besides, my parents didn’t fancy my late wife. We were together without my parents’ permission so it was difficult for me and her until we had Taehee.”

You nod understandingly, feeling so warm inside. “It must be hard for you, Taeyong. It’s a good thing that you endured all of the hard times for Taehee, and now, as you can see, she grew up as a happy kid.”

Taeyong stutters, glancing at how your hand unconsciously reaches for his hand. “Y/n...” You looked at your hand on his, before your eyes widen in embarrassment. You immediately brush your hand away from his. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”

He smiled softly, “It’s alright. Thank you for understanding my situation. A lot of my friends say that I’m not being a good father for not spending lot of times with my daughter, but they don’t understand how hard it is to manage a company and taking care of a toddler at the same time, cause they have a wife.”

“Of course, they wouldn’t know. Well, I’ll always be available for Taehee. She’s a sweet baby, I love being near her. I’m always ready whenever you need my help.”

Taeyong never sees someone this dedicated to his daughter except you. He stares in amusement when he saw you feed his daughter delicately. He also noticed how much Taehee feels comfortable around you. This is why he trusted you so much with his daughter. But one thing that bothers his insides like butterflies are flying inside his stomach is your motherly feelings towards Taehee, the one he couldn’t find in anyone besides his late wife, especially Jennie. He finds it odd.

After the pet park ‘date’ with your boss, everything went back to normal, except your relationship with Taeyong. He kept wanting you to be very comfortable around him past office hours. He finds you as a friend, and a literal mom for Taehee. You picked her up from the daycare, it becomes your new routine. Sometimes, when Taeyong has to stay up in the office, you’d bring Taehee to your house and let her play with your twin nephews. Taehee really adores you, and his father weren’t so oblivious about that.

“Hey, Taehee said she wants to visit your nephews tonight, is that possible?” Taeyong asked with a visible pair of eye bags under his eyes. He looks so tired and uneven.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry, I’ll pick her up.” You smiled at him. “Mr. Lee, are you alright? You look tired...”

He gives you a soft smile as he replies, “Well, just a few problems with the diva. You know that. By the way, I won’t be able to come home tonight so can she stays in your place tonight? I’m so sorry...”

You nod, “That’s nothing to apologize for.”

His face lit up in delight upon seeing you agreed to help. “Alright, since I’ll be away for a moment, you can’t use my car. I’ll have Jaehyun to drive you and Taehee around, alright?”

So, you ended up waiting for Mr. Jung in front of the office lobby. You were replying to a message from your aunt when a beep from an expensive car chimes in front of you. “Hey, Y/n.”

You smile and bow to Mr. Jung. He’s a childhood friend of Taeyong, and he’s the closest uncle Taehee has among all of her father’s friends. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jung. Thank you for picking me up.”

“Aye, drop the formalities and just get in.”

“Y/n! I miss you already!” You open your arms widely as the little princess runs towards you.

“Be careful, honey, or you’ll fall.” You uttered gently.

Jaehyun smiles softly behind the both of you as he plays with his car keys, examining you and his friend’s daughter. Jennie could never, he thought.

“Hey, is that uncle Jae?” She lets go of the hug and goes towards the cheeky man. “Yeah, he came with me to pick you up. Say hello to him, please?” Taehee only sighed before waving to Jaehyun weakly, clearly missing his dad more. “Where’s daddy?” She asked while pouting.

Jaehyun scoffs, “Hey, why aren’t you excited to meet me? Aren’t I the coolest uncle you have in the city?” Taehee shakes her head lightly, her head hurts upon seeing the overconfident man. “Let’s go, Y/n. I’m hungry.” She takes your hand and drags you softly to the car, knowing which car to go to for its eccentric color. “Hey, wait for me! Ugh, she really takes after her dad.”

You spoon the rice and pull a nice trick into feeding little Taehee. After five spoons and she nearly finishes her meal, Jaehyun wants to try to do a trick while feeding her. “Let me try,” he said. You nod and give the meal to him, while Taehee focused on her iPad. “Hey, taehee.. look at me. Here goes the airplane~”

The spoon ended up in front of her mouth, but Taehee keeps an unamused face as she eats the food. “What was that, uncle Jae? You’re so lame,” she shakes her head as she continues to focus on her videos. You hold your laugh, but people around the three of you laugh at the silly scene. Jaehyun covered his face in embarrassment, before whining to Taehee playfully. “Oh, taehee, can you at least work with me? Pretty pwease~” Taehee can’t help but leaves her iPad and laughs along with you. “Uncle Jae is so funny, and ugly hahaha,” she clapped happily while chewing on the meat.

Night comes, and you stay in Taeyong’s apartment again since he said he’s going to come home late and you haven’t cleaned up your apartment so you didn’t bring Taehee to your place. After putting her to sleep, you sit quietly on the couch with a snack you bought earlier to keep you up while waiting for your boss to come home. Thirty minutes later, you found yourself flinching at the sound of the door opened by the owner of the penthouse. You quickly tidy up the room and stand up to greet him, but when you do, you were met by a pair of lethargic eyes. “Mr. Lee..” you went up to him before helping him to walk properly.

Jaehyun groans behind him. “It is so tiring to bring him up here, even though they got a rich and pretentious ass elevator here. Today is the most tiring day of my life, and now I still gotta drive you home.” He complained. “Mr. Jung, you might want to rest a little bit. I’ll help Mr. Lee to change and stuff.” You said to him while assisting your boss to his bedroom. After helping him changing his shirt, you walked out of the room for him to change the rest of his clothes.

“Today is rougher for him, he... uh.. he caught his girlfriend cheating on him with his close business partner. I was lucky enough to catch him quickly earlier before he drinks his ninth bottle for the night. He’s a mess right now.” Jaehyun explained.

You sighed, “That’s so horrible. I don’t think I should leave him alone with Taehee. I’ll stay to make him some hangover soup tomorrow. Thank you for taking care of him, please have a good rest.” Jaehyun nodded before leaving the penthouse, sighing in relief that he finally gets to rest at home.

You knocked on his door, “Mr. Lee? Are you ready to sleep? I’ll help you clean your face.” There is no answer from him, so you decided to come in. Taeyong sits on the edge of his bed, his upper half body leaning on his hands, covering his face while small sobs could be heard. You gulped before approaching him. You say nothing but instead, sitting beside him and pulling him into your body, hugging him tightly. “I gave her everything, whatever she wanted, and she chose that bastard,” Taeyong mumbled and you only listen. “I accepted her even though she didn’t get along well with my daughter, but... that was.. man, that was terrible. This hurts more than when I lost taehee’s mom.” He sobs and you, once again, only listen.

“Y/n... can you take care of me tonight?” He asked before pulling away from your arms. You blink in confusion, “How can I do so?” you asked while stuttering. He says nothing but leans down to you, putting his lips on you gently. You close your eyes and reply to the kiss, enjoying the moment he savor you with his tongue. Taeyong’s drunken limb starts to roam around your body, and he found his hand near the hem of your shirt, before pulling away to catch a breath. “Can I?” He asked while panting. You only nodded, before letting him raise your shirt gently as he gives wet kisses around your neck, and you only moan softly.

Later on, you found yourself asleep next to him, hands and legs tangled up with each other. You smiled at the sight of your naked bodies pressed against each other, before falling asleep hearing the sound of his soft breath.

The next morning, you woke up at the sound of your alarm ringing and you know right away that it’s already six in the morning. You try to untangle your arms but the man you called boss won’t let you go. “Mr. Lee, I have to wake up,” you mumble softly. He only groans, “Urgh, five more minutes. My head hurts.” You smiled and put your free hand on his head, running your hand through his hair. “That’s why I need to wake up first, I’ll cook some hangover soup.”

A minute later, he let go of you with kisses and you only giggle to his touch. Taeyong pulls the blanket to cover himself more as he gets some more sleep as you wear his shirt and leave to the kitchen.

After cooking the breakfast with love, you went to Taehee’s room to wake her up, and to your surprise, she was already awake. You greeted her with a tight hug, before carrying her up to give her drink. “Y/n, you smell like daddy.” She mumbled. You chuckled awkwardly before putting her on her high chair, “Really? Maybe it’s because daddy lent me his blanket last night.”

To your surprise, Taehee sighed in relief while putting her hand on her chest cutely, “Finally daddy treat you right, I’m always upset whenever he let you sleep in my room. You know how small my bed is and he only gets to sleep on that big bed alone. But now I’m happy that you get to sleep on that big bed too!” You laughed wholeheartedly at her cute remarks while at the same time feeling relieved that she didn’t find it weird that you’re sleeping with her dad. “Oh, he lent you his shirt as well!”

After the little princess finished the breakfast, you let her take a shower by herself since she insisted that she’s now able to clean herself. By that, you also have time to wash the dishes while you wait for her. You were busy humming like a chirping bird while cleaning the dirty dishes when you felt hands surrounding your waist.

Taeyong leaned his head on your shoulder, before kissing your shoulder blades gently.

“You look good on my shirt.” He mumbled against your skin and you can feel heat surrounding your body. “But you definitely look good without any shirt on.”

You blink in nervousness, “I thought you wouldn’t remember yesterday’s event, since you were heavily drunk.” You feel him shaking his head, “Of course I would, the moment I got to taste your beautiful lips, that was when I sobered up.”

You blushed madly, at the thought of him fully sober when he did things to you last night. “The soup’s on the table, have it before it’s cold.” You stuttered. “No, I prefer you for breakfast.” Taeyong continues to tease you while caressing his thumb against your waist, until a loud cute voice comes from the sub room bathroom, indicating that the little princess has just finished her bath and needs her bathrobe soon.

You let go of Taeyong with a giggle, caressing his cheeks softly, “Your daughter needs me more than you do. Now finish your soup so your head will stop ringing.” He smiled and nodded at you.

“It’s weekend! What should we do today?” You asked taehee as you dry her hair with a towel. “Hm, what about coloring? And also, let’s have watermelon before lunch since it’s summer.” You nod, “such a perfect plan! I’ll inform your dad right away.”

So, you stayed another day in his house, but one thing, he hasn’t made it official yet. You convinced yourself not to expect anything from him but his affection to you convinced you otherwise. But time passes and Taeyong treats you the way he does to you that particular night. He remains professional during office hours but when you stayed at the penthouse for Taehee, he’d get super affectionate with you.

Taeyong hasn’t heard about Jennie nor he wanted to look for her. He let himself forget about her and relies on you, his lovely secretary, instead. He took you on several dates, but he hasn’t confirmed the real thing yet. You wait patiently for the right time he would confess to you, but reality slaps you so hard for you to wake up.

Today, which is Friday, you took a day off to help your family move, and Taeyong gladly let you go with a careful hug, avoiding being caught by the workers. Until you received a call from Jaehyun informing you that Taehee got injured while running around with her friends. It went so bad that she got a cast wrapped around her little arm.

You drove as soon as possible to the hospital, with flowers and a cute teddy bear in your arms, you run towards the room Jaehyun told you. You smiled as soon as you spotted Jaehyun in the hallway, greeting him in a hurry. “Where is she? I brought her-”

Jaehyun cuts you off, “Uh, Y/n. I don’t think you should come in right now, I think they’re busy.” He stuttered so much that you find it suspicious when he covers the door with his body. “What happen?” You asked. Jaehyun blinked before he sighed, “No, Y/n, I think you deserve to know.” He caress your shoulder gently before walking away from the door.

That was when you felt thunder wakes you up loudly, as the clear image of your boss and his ex-girlfriend leans against each other in front of the sleeping toddler, lips brushed against each other. You dropped the flowers and the plushie bear, tears dropping heavily down your cheeks.

“Y/n... are you.. are you alright?” Jaehyun asked you before putting your head up to him, distracting your stormy mind. “No, I... I, have to go.” You leave him and the things you brought for taehee as you run out wiping your tears harshly.

How can you be proud that he touched you so many times you thought he loved you or something. Reality hurts, and now you’re awakened with false hope. You weren’t disappointed with him, but you. How can you dream about being together with him, when in reality he was far away from you to reach him. He only has her in his mind, since she was the one suitable enough to match his class. You downgraded yourself to the point of your big decision today.

Monday comes, and you determined yourself to come to work, and to submit the resignation paper yourself to him. You couldn’t let personal feelings go through your work, so you decided to quit this job and find another one that’ll be easier for you to forget him. The only one who knew about it was Johnny. He tried to make you think about it twice but in the end, he respected your determined decision.

“Good morning, Mr. Lee, do you want to have some coffee?” You greet him formally, leaving him uptight about the awkward tension. “Oh, no, I’m okay. Please do continue your work. Oh, and Y/n, are you okay? You look unusually under the weather.” He asked. “I’m okay, thanks for asking. By the way, Mr. Lee, I’m here to submit a paper.”

He narrowed his eyes, “What paper?” You slowly put the white envelope on his table. “What is this?” His voice changed into a stern one, as he takes the envelope with doubt. “My resignation letter. Please put your signature under the stated letter, so I could apply for another-”

“Wait, no, are you gonna quit? I mean, why?”

“-job at the end of the month.” You finished your words without letting him cutting in.

“Why? Why are you quitting? Your work has been perfect and you never make a mistake, why in the world should you quit?” He is now standing up while putting his fist on the table.

“I made a mistake, and it’s a big fatal mistake.” You uttered. “What? What did you do? Tell me and we can work it out.”

“I made a big mistake by putting my heart and expectations on my own employer without realizing that it would damage my work value and now I will be no longer able to work properly under this company without having my own personal feelings intervene my work so... I chose to quit, and please respect my decision, Mr. Lee.” You try so hard to hold your tears not to come out but you have limits so, you decided to bow and leave the room quietly.

“Y/n, you’re okay-” Johnny passes by but you have no intentions to stop walking so you leave him behind and go forward to the nearest toilet. Now I have 2 weeks to work under his presence, so I gotta withstand everything, you thought.

“No, mom. I will not stay in the company. Besides, it’s a chance for me to try out new things out there. And if I can’t get a new career, I’ve got enough experience and value to apply as a secretary.” You explained to your mother.

“I know you can’t work under his company anymore, but what about his daughter? What about that child, huh?” Your mother’s words hit different, and now you fall into a deep silence. “Mom, I’m sure he can take care of her by himself and that she won’t be needing me that much. Besides, him choosing her shows that he didn’t actually need me to babysit his daughter.”

“Since when do you become this selfish? Are you even my daughter? You said you were the only one she knew and trusted, not even his rich and pretty girlfriend.” Your mother retorted back, and you just groaned in annoyance. “Did you just call her pretty?”

“Did you just roll your eyes on me?” She flicked your head with one hand while the other hand stays kneading the dough. “I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“I’m just telling you that Taehee has become my grandchild too, just like the twins, and the thought of her being lonely like she used to be is terrifying for me. I’m sure despite the pain you felt for her father, you’re feeling the same too. Are you sure to leave her alone as if you never knew her?”

You sighed, I don’t know what to do with that, mom.

And that is true, even though you continue working for the rest of your work hours before your resignation without Taeyong asking you to take care of his daughter, you still think about her. You think of how she might need you since her little hand was cast but there’s nothing you could do about it.

Jaehyun still communicates with you about her condition without her father knowing, so you feel grateful that at least you’d know what’s up with her.

On the day before your farewell, Taeyong got himself wasted on the bar, as much as Jaehyun could reminisce to the day when his best friend was wasted over a breakup. He only sighed upon seeing his drunk friend before paying the bills for him.

“I don’t know a well human being like you could be this wasted, of course, after knowing that spoiled little bitch.” Jaehyun muttered. Taeyong turns to look at him, “you called her what?” He mumbled.

“Yeah, Jennie, the spoiled little bitch, who cheated on you with your best partner.”

“Don’t call my girlfriend that unless you want a punch from me.” Taeyong balled his hand into a fist until his knuckles turn white. “Try to punch me with that weak ass punch, you idiot. Please reflect on what you’ve done.”

Jaehyun holds himself not to order a liquor since he’ll be driving his best friend back to his penthouse, and he praised himself for being a perfect bestie. “Dude, do you even know why Y/n quit her job?”

“No, I don’t understand why she would be that stupid to quit after I paid her million dollars every month.”

Jaehyun closed his eyes, trying hard not to punch his best friend into oblivion, “What an idiot, you slept with her, several times. Took her on a date and make her live with high expectations around you, and in the end, you chose that bitch who cheated on you? I can’t believe you didn’t consider yourself as a jerk by now.”

Taeyong sighed under the influence of alcohol, “Everyone makes mistake, and deserve a second chance. She promised me to get better, and who I am to reject her, a god?”

“I know you’re trying to be saint about it, but don’t let it makes you blind. For this time, please think of your daughter, and consider who has been next to you, and would she break her promise again? You have a lot of things to make sure, bud.”

After bringing Taeyong home, Jaehyun drove again to the hospital, where he asked his girlfriend, Chaeyoung, to stay with the poor little toddler. As soon as he opened the door, a crying baby and a frowning face of his girlfriend was the first thing he saw. “She won’t fall asleep,” she complained.

“Is she still looking for Y/n?” Jaehyun asked and Chaeyoung only nodded.

You rushed towards the hospital as soon as he called you desperately, looking for help. And it mesmerized both him and Chaeyoung that you managed to get her to sleep in only ten minutes.

After jaehyun and his girlfriend left, you caressed taehee’s back gently before you fall asleep next to her. You made sure to text your mom to bring taehee breakfast tomorrow so she’ll get to eat as much as possible.

The next day, you were awakened by the sounds of Taehee crying, and the first thing you saw was Taeyong with his angry-looking girlfriend. “No, just go daddy! I don’t need you! I have Y/n over here and I don’t wanna be with aunt Jennie!” She whines and you only shushed her with soothing words, and she managed to stop.

“Alright, we’re leaving. Y/n, uh... I’m sorry for keeping you busy with her.” Taeyong scratched the nape of his head before leaving with the girl.

After the pair leave, you managed to calm the wailing toddler down, and luckily she was fast enough to stop crying. “Taehee, why wouldn’t you want to be with aunt Jennie?” You asked carefully, while caressing your hand gently on her head as she cuddles into your side. “I don’t like her. She takes daddy from me, and daddy doesn’t care about it either. My arm is hurting every night, but daddy is busy working or playing with aunt Jennie, I hate it.” Taehee pauses as she sniffs, “Maybe daddy hates me.”

You let out a heavy sigh of your mouth as you get a little bit too emotional about the little poor girl. “No, Taehee, daddy loves you so much, but sometimes, he just doesn’t know how to show it.” You wipe her tears gently and make her look up to you. “He really loves you, he prepared a lot of things for your future. And as much as you need his love, daddy needs it too. Daddy needs aunt Jennie as much as you need him. You’re a good baby, Taehee. You’ve been supporting your daddy and he only needs to know that.”

“Does he look happier when he’s with her?” You were tongue-tied when she gives you the sharp but sad question. You don’t know the answer, because to be honest, you’ve been thinking of the same thing too. “I think he’s happier with me, and with you! He’s so happy when the three of us are together. Y/n, why won’t you be my mom?”

You blinked, startled by her sudden request. “Taehee, I am only being a helper-“

She starts to cry again, “Do you hate me too? Do you not want to be with me?” You quickly make her stop by rejecting her remarks. “No, Taehee, I want to be with you. We spent a lot of time together. I love you, baby, and you should never doubt that. Now enough talking about adult stuff, your arm will hurt more if we keep stressing about it. How about watching paw patrols while waiting for my mom to come here with your breakfast?”

Her eyes immediately lit up in delight upon hearing that her ‘grandmother’ will come with food. “Grandma cooked for me?! Yaay! Finally... urgh, The food here sucks.”

“Wait, I think I left my wallet on the sofa,” Taeyong mumbled as he roamed around his body to check every pocket he has in his clothes. “There’s no way I’d walk back again, we’re already in the basement.”

Taeyong sighs, “Alright, just go to the car first,” he handed in the car keys before running back to his daughter’s ward. He was about to open the door when he overheard the conversation going on between his daughter and you. “Does he look happier when he’s with her?” Taeyong furrowed his eyebrow while waiting for your answer, but then he heard nothing from you.

“I think he’s happier with me, and with you! He’s so happy when the three of us are together.” The words quickly ring repetitively in his head, which makes him question the same thing, does he look happier when he’s with you, and his daughter?

He walks back to the parking lot, hands empty without his wallet, but a brand new decision. He goes to the car with no emotion drawn on his face, but so many things in his head.

“Where are we heading to? This isn’t the right way to the coex. Are you.. taking me home?”

“Yeah, I didn’t manage to get my wallet back so let’s just eat ramen in your house.”

Jennie narrowed her eyes suspiciously before Taeyong shuts down all of her thoughts with a glare.

“This is weird. I don’t like instant noodles, and you cooked for me right in my own house, are you gonna break up with me?” She joked. But then Taeyong nodded, after slurping his last ramen. “Yeah, after all, I do realize that I’m not exactly happy when I’m with you.”

Jennie loses her smile and she makes sure that she hears wrong from him. “Wait a minute, no, you’re only joking, right? No, yong, not cool. Not funny, you need to learn another joke.”

“No, I’m not joking. You never let me do whatever makes me happy. You always had me listen to you every time, like a puppet. And the most important thing, you never, let alone love my daughter, you never have any interest in her. How could I be with someone like that? You should’ve dated any single man without any kids, like that man you cheated me on with, Kim Jongin.”

Jennie lets out her tears fall like he hurts her intentionally. “I thought we talked about that, yong. You said you forgive me for that.”

“No, Jen. This is not working out anymore. We can’t work it out anymore.” Taeyong was already standing up, ready to leave the house when Jennie pulls his hand back tightly, preventing him to leave. “No, yong. I promise I will make things right, please. Please-”

Taeyong holds her hand for the last time, giving her the best of his smiles, along with his sad glaze over his eyes. “I’m so sorry for being a jerk, Jen. But you really need to meet someone else other than me. Someone who will love you fully for you. Someone who will not ask too much from you, like me. I appreciate all of our times together but we can’t be together, so, goodbye.”

A week after your resignation, you spend your time resting in your apartment. Taehee was discharged from the hospital and now she can move as much as she wants so you no longer stays with her. You never heard of Taeyong or his little daughter, the last time you heard of him was from Johnny, where he said Taeyong got himself drown in work more than usual. You, on the other hand, are the opposites of him.

You spend your days mostly laying on your bed, sometimes splattered on your sofa, stuck with Netflix and tubs of ice cream. Even though you weren’t really adjusted by only lying around sluggishly at home, the feeling of emptiness without your work and Taehee make you feel like doing nothing would be the best option.

You know very well that the moment you lay your application forms on any company mailboxes, acceptances will come to you like a waterfall. No doubt, you have the experience of working in a big and reputable technology company, and your educational background is no joke. But lately, you have no interest in working and trying out new things, like you used to be. It’s like you’ve changed into another person, and you, of course, find it weird.

Like now, in front of your full body mirror, you started to question your whole being the moment you grabbed your old party dress. “Seriously, who are you? You never go into clubs or bars in the past few years, and now you want to get drown in alcohol? That is so not you, Y/n.” You talked to yourself like a madwoman.

“Urgh, fuck it. I’ll get wasted tonight,” you mumbled.

You engulfed your ninth bottle on the bar chair, eyes getting heavy every second as you put down the empty bottle. You were about to order more bottles when a stranger sits next to you. “I’ll pay her bills. Hey, miss. Even though you’re quite a hot mess right now, your look still being an eye-catcher.”

You narrowed your already blurry eyes at the unfamiliar man. “Uh, I’m sorry. I don’t drink with strangers.” You were about to leave when he holds your wrist tightly. “Where are you going? I’m paying your bills, at least chat with me here.”

You brushed his hand aside weakly, “No, I’ll pay-”

“Let go of her, you trash.” With a sudden force, you were pulled behind someone’s back. At one moment, you quickly notice the man in front of you from his hair color, and especially his peculiar scent. Lee Taeyong?

“I’ll pay her bills. Please be quick.” He brings you along to the cashier and as you watch his back under the influence, you can’t help but adore his familiar figure. “Those back... and those arms, used to hold me every night.”

“Let’s go, Y/n. Oh wow, your cheeks are so red.” He chuckles as he helped you standing properly by holding both of your upper arms. “Really? It’s because Mr. Lee is really handsome tonight,” you mumble sweetly. Taeyong chuckles louder when he heard the compliment out of your own mouth, knowing very well that you won’t exactly say that kind of thing when you’re sober. “No, you’re just really drunk, right now.” He noticed your skimpy dress before taking off his coat to cover your revealing outfit. “Let’s go.”

“Mr. Lee, why are you so perfect that It’s so hard to get on your side?” You mumble in your drunk state, while Taeyong only listens bitterly on his driver seat. “The harder I tried to chase you, you’ll be ahead further, away from me. You’re too far for me, Mr. Lee. I’m scared, about the fact that even though you’re not someone I can reach so easily, it’s hard for me to erase you from my mind.”

Taeyong was about to say something when you continue talking, “You and taehee, has become a part of my life that I can’t just erase so easily. Huh, am I too drunk? Am I dreaming?” You let out a heavy sigh as a drop of tear rolls on your cheek. “Can I actually say these things to you? Whatever, It hurts.”

This time, in his sober state, Taeyong fully understands that you truly had something special for him. Only now that he realizes that the only person he needed all this time was you. The only missing piece to his and taehee’s life was you. He no longer questions why you decided to leave your job. And finally, he understands what Jaehyun meant and he knows what to do.

“No, don’t go. I hate being drunk alone,” you mumble as you put your hand weakly in his, preventing him from leaving. “But, Y/n...”

“Please, I promise I won’t get wasted and be a trouble for you. Just this one night, please.” Taeyong sighs as he leads you back to your bed. “Alright, now let’s change your clothes first.”

He tries so hard not to touch you like he used to do when you sleep in his place. He smiles softly when he sees you shift around in your sleep. When he finished putting your pajamas on, he quickly covers you with a blanket before heading out of your room to check on his daughter. “Hey, Jae. Thanks for taking care of taehee, is she asleep?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know, you’re gonna sleep there tonight, huh? Don’t worry, Taehee’s already sleeping with Chae in my bedroom. Take care of her, she deserves it. I’m always ready to help you, bro.”

Taeyong laughs when he hears his best friend yawns from the other side. “Alright, thank you so much. And also, I want you to arrange the whole thing we talked about yesterday. Please?”

“Dude, if only I can take back what I said earlier about always being ready to help you, I will. But no, alright, I’ll take care of it by tomorrow. You owe me a lot, dude.”

“I sure do, thank you a lot Jae.”

After hanging up the call, he goes back to your room, only to see you curled up against your pillow, snoring softly like a little baby. He lays down next to you, eyes wide awake while admiring your sleeping figure. “Why only now that I realize, that you were meant for me? I don’t deserve you, Y/n.”

Later on, he fell asleep with his body hugging yours, spooning you cozily and the warm fuzzy feeling makes you feel loved even in your dream.

“Good morning.” A familiar voice greets you the moment you open your eyes. “Oh, it’s Mr. Lee. Why would I hear him, especially on my bed? Oh, and now I can see him. Wow, hallucinations are either real these days.” You rub your eyes to get a better view, but he’s too good to be true. Taeyong stays still with a remaining smile on his face. “Am I still drunk? Ah, my head hurts.” You stretch out your hand to touch his face, and your eyes widen as you feel his cheeks against your palm.

“Mr. Lee?! Wait, you’re real?” You jolts up in shock as he chuckles sweetly. “You’re funny, Y/n. Yeah, I’m real. You’re the one who asked me to stay last night,” he muttered.

Distracted by his raspy morning voice, you think hard about how he ended up on your bed. But you were too drunk to remember everything. His face turns serious when he speaks up, “Don’t ever get drunk like yesterday, someone almost put something in your drink and I can’t even imagine what could’ve happened if I didn’t come sooner.”

You sat on the bar chair as he cooks some hangover soup for you, still confused about what just happened last night. Taeyong smiles upon seeing your puzzled expression. “So one of my business partner were having a celebration in the same bar last night, and he recognized you drinking alone on the bar, he only remembers you as my secretary so he contacted me and I thanked him a lot for that. If I was a little bit late, you could’ve been dragged to anywhere by that bastard.”

“Mr. Lee, we didn’t do anything last night, right?” You asked him bluntly, before covering your mouth out of embarrassment. Shit, I shouldn’t ask him that.

“Haha, no. You only asked me for cuddles. No more than that.” He put the soup on the counter before sitting down next to you. “Eat it before it cools down.” He gives you his sweet smiles as he pats the top of your head gently. You nod before you spoon the warm broth.

“Mr. Lee, is she okay with you being here?” you asked carefully. “Who? Taehee? Uh, I asked Jaehyun to take care of her last night, and I just checked up on her and she just ate her breakfast.”

You smiles bitterly, “That’s good, but I mean Miss Kim, does she know that you’re here?”

Taeyong sighed before licking his lip nervously. “Uhm, I broke up with her, Y/n.”

You tilt your head, how come I never know that...

“I realized that I’m never happy whenever I’m around her, and she was one of the reasons why I can’t spend more time with my daughter, so... I decided to call it off with her.”

“Ah, I’m sorry for you, Mr. Lee.” you bowed politely to him, feeling sorry that he had to end his 3 years relationship. “It’s alright. I’m okay, why would I be with someone who doesn’t cherish my daughter as much as I do, right?”

Seeing you staying still as you stare at nowhere, he takes it as a chance to give you a little bit of clarity. “Y/n, would you listen to what I’m gonna say?”

You turn your vision to him, and right at both of his brown orbs, you decide to listen without any expectations. “What is it?” You muttered. He closes his eyes while you set yours on him still. He gives out a small soothing smile as he speaks up, “What I did to you was unforgivable and shameful. I am very sorry for that. I regret hurting you and not realizing it. While being with her, I was blinded by greed and fraud. And maybe that’s why I couldn’t see what’s in front of me. My true tendency, my happiness.”

You were taken aback as you expected none of those words to come out of his mouth. His eyes wander to yours, looking for any answer from them. “Y/n, do you still love me? Do I... deserve a precious second chance from you?”

You gulped down in nervousness, “If I say I do, will I lose you again, Mr. Lee?”

His lips pull themselves up into a smile automatically at the sounds of your question, “I promise you no promises, Y/n. But I’ll hold onto you forever. Let’s not let go of each other.” He took your hand gently before putting a kiss on your delicate palm. “Don’t let go of me again, yong.”

He nodded as he leaned down to press his lips into yours, and you close your eyes along to the kiss.

Hours later, he brought you to a place where his daughter, along with Jaehyun and Chaeyoung have waited for you both. You feel your tears of happiness flowing like a river when the little girl holds the banner with a growing smile on her face, there written, ‘Will you be my mom?’

“Yes, honey. Yes,” you muttered as you hugged her tightly, before Taeyong joined the hug as well. “Well, our mission here is accomplished, so now please excuse me and my love to go on a nice date, Mr. Lee.”

“Haha, thanks Jae, I owe you a lot.”

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My first fic for @irquadforce Ichiruki Week 2021! I have another one-shot planned to release this week, too, so watch out for that!

Day 4 Prompt: “Come on, let’s go home.”

Summary: The Kurosaki family had always welcomed Rukia into their lives. There was never any distinction between their home and her place in it. She belonged there. She belonged with their family.

So why did it pain her to learn that Ichigo would soon leave it all behind? For Day 4 of Ichiruki Week 2021.

Rating: General

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The shift from Ichigo saying “Let’s head back to my place” to “Let’s go home, Rukia” had been so subtle. When had he started treating his home like something they could share? A space that was theirs as much as it was his family’s?

The other members of the Kurosaki family acted much the same, too. During that month Ichigo went off to train to control his inner Hollow, Rukia had helped the Kurosaki family out with household chores much more often.

Grocery shopping with Yuzu was always interesting. Rukia never realized humans had this many snacks to choose from. At the end of every trip, Yuzu would smile at their haul and say, “We’ve got everything, Rukia-chan! Let’s go home and make a great dinner!”

Rukia also assisted the Kurosaki patriarch in their small clinic every chance she could get. Isshin seemed surprised she could handle all that blood without batting an eye, but didn’t press the matter when she couldn’t think of a proper excuse as to why.

In the lull after they left the patients to rest, Isshin turned to her and said, “I think we’ve handled everything we could, Rukia-chan. Let’s head on home now.”

Even when Rukia picked up Karin from the park, Karin would always complain, “Aw, why do we have to go home already? It’s still light out! C’mon, tell Dad I wanna play some more!”

There was never any distinction between their home and her place in it. She belonged there. She belonged with their family.

And they still welcomed her with open arms even after they discovered that she was a Shinigami. Perhaps they were so used to opening up their home to injured strangers that bringing her in was merely second nature to them.

It was comforting to know that there was always someplace where she was welcome in this world. In those seventeen months spent far, far away from the Kurosaki Clinic, she hadn’t felt that same sense of comfort or ease. Her brother’s estate was grand and magnificent, as befitting of a noble’s property. And yet, it didn’t feel quite like home. It was too quiet here. Too pristine. The servants did not allow her to help them whatsoever, often ushering her away to attend to her lieutenant duties instead.

The Kurosaki household was the complete opposite. Their house felt lived-in and lively. Less like a preserved space of noble history and more a proper home. The kind she had seen the wealthier, makeshift families in Rukongai set up for themselves. The kind she always wanted to be a part of.

With Ichigo prepping for entrance exams and Rukia's duties to attend to, however, she’d had far less time to visit the World of the Living lately. Coordinating days for them to “hang out”, as Ichigo had put it, proved more frustrating than expected. They were both swamped with work, her more so than him.

It only made the spare time she was able to spend in his world all the more precious to her. Even the most mundane activities felt nice, so long as she could spend it with him and his family.

Take today's visit, for instance. His family wanted hot pot for dinner to celebrate Rukia returning to them. Unfortunately, they didn’t have enough ingredients for it.

Rather than hand off the shopping to Yuzu or his dad, Ichigo volunteered to go get the groceries instead. Yuzu pouted at this, but tried her best to explain how to shop for the best deals in their area.

Ichigo ruffled her hair dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. You’ve been over it with me like a million times. I'll figure it out once I move out, Yuzu.”

At this, Rukia blinked. “Move out?”

“Yeah, the school I’m going to requires all freshmen to stay in the dorms, so I’ll be on my own for a while,” he said with a shrug. “I’m trying to learn how to budget and plan for meals and stuff. I can’t rely on Yuzu forever.”

“I’ve been teaching him to cook, too!” Yuzu said with bright eyes. “He’s getting better!”

“Hey! I was always decent at least...right?”

Rukia watched as his sisters teased and laughed at him. She tried to smile. Tried not to let this change affect her so much.

This was only natural. Humans did not live with their families forever. She knew this. Knew that one by one each member of the Kurosaki family would grow up and grow on to lead their own lives.

She just never expected it to end so soon.

Ichigo flicked Karin in the forehead and left both sisters yelling at him in his wake. “Ugh, sorry about them, Rukia. They’re more obnoxious than usual today.”

“Hey! We are not!”

He snorted. “C’mon, Rukia. I’ll buy you some candy or something, if you want.”

Rukia smiled weakly as she followed him to the door. “Oh, yes, that would be nice.”

Their shopping went by much faster than she expected. Despite all his griping earlier, he’d definitely taken all of Yuzu’s advice to heart. They even had a little money left over for some extra treats.

They exited the shop with large plastic bags full of vegetables and meat, the aforementioned candy and some cans of juice sitting on top. Ichigo hefted the bags up experimentally. “Huh, is this what Yuzu carries home all the time? It’s a lot. She’s stronger than I thought.”

“Mhm.”

He paused. “You okay, Rukia?”

“Hm?” She looked up at him. “Oh, yes. Just lost in thought.”

“About what?”

“O-Oh, um….”

How was she to tell him that he had carved a place for her in his home? That without him in it, as warm and wonderful as it could be, there would always be something missing? How could she explain that this was the one place she felt she truly fit?

How could she say that she didn’t want any of that to end without sounding completely selfish?

“It’s nothing.”

Ichigo stared at her for a moment longer. He probably knew she was lying, but he wouldn’t push it. It made her feel even worse.

He hefted the grocery bags up again. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Rukia’s gaze fell. Was this going to be the last time she’d hear him say that?

She shook the thought away. This was ridiculous. She’d still be able to visit him now and again. It’d just be in a dorm room instead of the Kurosaki household.

What was that human saying? Home is where the heart is?

There was no reason for her to feel like this if she could easily make a home with him anywhere. This would not be like those seventeen months without him. He had his Shinigami powers back. He could see her.

So long as they were with each other, everything would be alright.

She took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. They always worked these things out. This would be no different.

Suddenly, Ichigo laughed to himself.

She frowned up at him. “What?”

“You look like you made your mind up about something. The look on your face was cute, is all.”

“Huh?!” Her face flushed and she quickly dipped her head so most of it was hidden under her pink scarf.

He laughed once more then shifted the grocery bags to his other hand. He then offered her his free hand without a word.

After a moment of stubborn refusal, Rukia took it with a blustery sigh. Ichigo had no idea what this even was about. But he always knew how to make her feel better regardless.

She tightened her grip on his hand. “Thank you.”

“Yeah.”

* * *

Rukia had promised to set aside time the day he planned to move out to help him and his family. When she stepped out of the Senkaimon, however, she was shocked to see another one lying open outside the Kurosaki clinic. Had another Shinigami decided to pay Ichigo a visit? Renji would’ve accompanied her if he wanted to come, right?

“Rukia-chan!” Yuzu called from the door. She carried a box of Ichigo’s things as she ran over to her.

“Hey, Yuzu-chan. Did someone from Soul Society come through here?” Rukia asked, gesturing at the open Senkaimon.

Yuzu tilted her head. “Huh? Didn’t Ichi-nii tell you?”

Before Rukia could ask what she meant, Ichigo stepped out with several boxes stacked in his arms. He smiled the moment he met her eyes. “Hey, Rukia! Great timing! I’m gonna need your help with this when we get to my dorm.”

“Huh?”

He set the boxes down and wiped the sweat off his brow. “I told you I’m attending the Shinigami Academy, right?”

Rukia blinked. “The Shinigami Academy? You aren’t attending a human university?”

“No?” He frowned at her. “I figured continuing a human education was kinda pointless considering the whole thing with Aizen and my reiatsu being this strong anyway. Might as well become an actual Shinigami once and for all.”

“But what about your body?”

Ichigo shrugged. “I’m taking it with me. Can’t have Kon running around doing God knows what with it while I’m gone. Even if I’ll be able to visit my house every now and then.”

“...I see.”

So he wasn’t planning to move away completely. She would still have a place here, after all.

They glanced back when they heard something heavy hit against the wall.

Chad hauled out Ichigo’s entire bed frame, mattress and all in one arm. One of the legs hit the doorframe hard enough to dent it a bit.

“Chad! You gotta be more careful!” Ichigo groaned when Chad set the bedframe down.

Chad rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

“Why are you bringing video games to Soul Society?” Ishida complained as he hauled out a couple handheld consoles and some games. “You do realize that your school’s not going to have charger outlets, right?”

Ichigo scratched his head. “It’s just something to do for when I have free time. Besides, I figure I can learn some kind of lightning Kido to charge it back up again.”

“That’s not how lightning works, idiot.”

“Aw, what? Does that mean I have to come back to Karakura every time I want something charged again?” Ichigo whined.

Inoue and Tatsuki popped out behind Ishida, each carrying two boxes of stuff.

“Got all your books, Kurosaki-kun!” Inoue announced with a cheerful smile.

Tatsuki made a face. “Damn, Ichigo, I didn’t know you were such an otaku.”

“I’m not an otaku! There’s more than just manga in there, you know,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah. No need to get all defensive.”

“Neeeerd! Ichigo’s a big, fat neeeeerd!” Keigo yelled as he brought out a plastic container of clothes.

Mizuiro walked out with his phone in hand and nothing else. “Hey, Rukia-chan!”

She smiled at them all. “You’ve come to see him off.”

“Of course! We’re gonna be busy at our universities, too, so this is our last chance to hang out for a while!” Inoue said.

“Except for Keigo here. He’s taking a gap year because he doesn’t know what to do with his life,” Mizuiro pointed out.

Keigo��s jaw dropped. “Mizuiro! You were supposed to keep that a secret!”

“It’s not a big deal. I’m undeclared, too.”

Ichigo smirked. “You guys sure you can handle all the Hollows that pop up while I’m gone?”

Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose. “What makes you think we can’t?”

“Of course we will!” Inoue said at the same time, throwing him a thumbs-up. “Ishida-kun and Sado-kun and I have been training to pick up your slack! And there’s also Imoyama-san!”

It seemed mean to misname the resident Shinigami on duty while he wasn’t here to defend himself, but Rukia smiled anyway.

Tatsuki stepped up and jabbed a thumb to her chest. “Don't forget that Karin and I have been training with Urahara, too! We’re both going to join the Karakura Defense Squad soon enough.”

Ishida scowled at her. “What? I wasn’t aware we had a name. Karakura Defense Squad is stupid.”

“But I came up with that name…” Inoue muttered.

Ishida turned away. “…Karakura Defense Squad it is.”

Both Ichigo and Tatsuki deadpanned. "Dude…."

Isshin and Karin carried a few more boxes out, immediately separating the crowd of teenagers. “Whew, you kids have way too much energy. You could’ve helped carry the rest of these out.”

“Sorry.”

Ichigo snorted. “We’re gonna have to make multiple trips anyway, Dad. You didn’t have to bring all my stuff out at once.”

Isshin waved him away. “It’s easier this way! Besides, your friends have those tickets to the Soul Society, so they can help carry your things to your dorm.”

“What about you?”

“Someone's gotta watch Yuzu and Karin.”

“We can take care of ourselves, Dad,” Karin snapped. "Stop treating us like little kids."

“Don’t say that! You’re gonna make me feel old!”

Rukia laughed to herself as she picked up a nearby box. She was certainly going to miss this lively atmosphere. As long as Ichigo was by her side, however, she'd still be content with wherever he chose to live.

She smiled up at him. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Ichigo returned the grin easily, and together, the two stepped through to their new future.

#IRWeek2021 #Ichiruki #OTP: Black Sun and White Moon #my fanfiction #Kurosaki Ichigo #Kuchiki Rukia #Bleach #just a cute lil one-shot to start off

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