#or like someone trips and drops a whole glass of water over him and there's a whole patch of lighter fur on his body now lmao
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true-blue-sonic · 2 years ago
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Now you got the idea that Silver's fur is actually supposed to be snow white but because he's pretty much lived in a volcano his whole life its grey from years of exposure to ash and debris stuck in my head.
I believe that in the Archie comics he actually did start out as a pristine white, before they apparently realised Silver is not pristine white and colouring him more correctly, haha. I myself like him as incredibly light grey; enough to not be entirely white, but it's easy to see him as such when the lighting falls on him in a certain way. But I definitely headcanon that his pelt was a lot darker, leaning closer towards clouds-in-a-stormy-sky grey, when he came to the past the first time! It took a few showers and extensive lathering with soap before he got the colour he has in the games.
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harrysfolklore · 2 months ago
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BLURB ABOUT MAX BECOMING WORLD CHAMPION 😩
i wrote this in like 20 minutes it probably sucks but MAX IS THE WORLD CHAMPION AGAIN AND I LOVE HIM SM
Your hands are shaking as you watch the final laps unfold on the screens. Your fingers find the small "33" necklace he gave you years ago – before the switch to number 1, before the championships. Some habits die hard.
When Max finally crosses the line, the explosion of noise is deafening. GP's voice breaks with emotion: "MAX VERSTAPPEN, YOU ARE THE 2024 FORMULA ONE WORLD CHAMPION!"
"Fucking yes!" Max shouts over the radio. "Thank you so much, guys. This one… this one was the hardest yet. I love you all!"
You're crying and laughing simultaneously as his car approaches.Max practically vaults over the barrier, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement. "We fucking did it!" he yells, lifting you up and spinning you around. His race suit is soaked with sweat, but you couldn't care less.
"I never doubted you for a second," you say against his neck.
He pulls back, grinning. "Liar. You were freaking out after Singapore."
"Shut up and kiss me, World Champion."
He does, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. The photographers are having a field day, but this moment is yours.
After the media obligations, you find yourself in the back of a car with Max heading to the team party. The Vegas lights streak past the windows as he holds your hand, thumb absently tracing circles on your skin.
"You know what's funny?" he says quietly, the adrenaline from earlier settling into a softer contentment. "After Abu Dhabi 2021, I thought nothing could top that feeling. But this…" he brings your hand to his lips, "this one feels different."
"Because you had to fight harder for it?"
"Maybe. Or maybe because I know exactly what I want to do next." There's something in his voice you can't quite read, but before you can ask, the car pulls up to the Bellagio.
The party is in full swing when you arrive. The entire Red Bull garage has taken over one of the hotel's exclusive clubs, and someone (probably Daniel) has convinced the DJ to play "Super Max" for the third time. Max is immediately swept into the celebration, accepting drinks from every direction.
"To the four-time world champion!" someone raises a toast, and the room erupts in cheers.
You watch from nearby as Max does shots with his mechanics, his face flushed with happiness and alcohol. He keeps looking over at you every few minutes, that soft smile you love so much playing on his lips.
"He's been fidgety all day," Lando mentions, appearing beside you with two glasses of champagne. "More than usual race nerves."
Before you can respond, Max is pulling you onto the makeshift dance floor, attempting to spin you around despite his questionable coordination at this point.
"You're drunk," you laugh as he nearly trips over his own feet.
"I'm happy," he corrects, pressing his forehead against yours. "Dance with me?"
"Since when do you dance?"
"Since I'm four-time world champion and I can do whatever I want."
You're both laughing when he suddenly becomes serious, glancing around the room before taking your hand. "Come with me for a minute?"
He leads you away from the noise, out onto the terrace where the famous Bellagio fountains are creating their water symphony against the night sky. The air is cool for Vegas, and Max shrugs off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders.
"Max?"
He takes a deep breath, and you notice his hands are shaking slightly. Max Verstappen, who can handle a Formula 1 car at 320mph, is trembling.
"I had this whole thing planned," he starts, running a hand through his hair. "Was going to wait until we were back home, do it properly. But standing here now…" He reaches into his pocket, and your heart stops. "I've been carrying this around since Monaco. GP's been calling me an idiot for waiting so long, and he's probably right."
"Max…" your voice catches as he drops to one knee.
"You've been there through everything – the good races, the bad ones, all the championships. You understand this crazy life, and you make it better just by being in it. I love you more than racing, which if you know me, is saying something."
You're both laughing through tears now as he opens the small blue box, revealing a stunning ring that catches the light from the fountains.
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes," you manage to say through your tears. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"
His hands are shaking as he slides the ring onto your finger, and when he stands, you throw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Behind you, you hear the terrace doors burst open and cheering erupts – the entire team had apparently been watching through the glass.
"Finally!" Daniel shouts, leading the charge with champagne bottles. "I've been guarding that ring since Monaco!"
Max keeps you close as everyone surrounds you with congratulations, his arm firmly around your waist.
"I love you," Max whispers in your ear as the celebration continues around you. "Even if I needed four world championships to get the courage to ask."
You look up at him, at this man who can be so fierce on track but so gentle with you, and smile. "I love you too, World Champion. Always have, always will."
The party continues well into the night, but now it's a double celebration. You keep catching glimpses of your ring under the lights, still hardly believing this is real. Max hasn't let go of your hand, and every time someone offers congratulations, his proud smile grows bigger.
"You know what this means?" Charles says with a smirk, raising his glass. "We might actually have a chance next season while he's distracted with wedding planning."
"Keep dreaming, Leclerc," Max laughs, pulling you closer. "I'm just getting started."
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amomentsescape · 8 months ago
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Hey hey! You are so amazing and I love your work so much 💜💜💜
I need a bit of angst in my life so can I please request Thomas Hewitt x reader where they got into a heated argument and Thomas signs something he regrets. With tears in their eyes, reader storms out of the house and does not return for hours. How would he react? What would he be thinking when he sees the tears running down the cheeks of his partner? What would he think when they don’t come back after hours had passed?
What Should Have Been Said
Thomas Hewitt x Reader
Summary: After becoming worried about Reader's safety, Thomas says some things he doesn't mean.
Warnings: Angst, cussing
Word Count: 1,436
Part II
A/N: Thank you so much! Writing this was definitely pretty sad on my part. I hope you enjoy the angst!
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It was just a big misunderstanding. But that's how these arguments normally started, right?
As someone who wasn't able to verbally communicate his thoughts and feelings well, things were inevitably going to become misconstrued at some point. But with the strong Texas heat burning through his skin like fire, everything seemed to be fueling his present frustrations.
He had told you earlier to stay inside while he tended to the outside chores. The sun was going to be unbearable that day, and with all the sharp tools lying around, he didn't want to risk you getting hurt.
So you listened to him for a while, letting him work alone. But after several hours of not seeing him, you became worried.
He hadn't even stopped in for a quick drink of water or an update to let you know he was okay.
You finally decided that sitting around and letting these worries stew wasn't benefitting anyone. So carefully, you got up, grabbed a glass of ice water, and slipped on some shoes, heading out into the blazing sun.
A quick trip around the house told you that he wasn't there which meant that he could only be in one other place: the shed.
You snuck in carefully and were immediately hit with the sound of metal banging against wood.
You were happy to see that he wasn't spending all of his time in the sun, but the shed almost felt worse than the outdoors did. There wasn't enough ventilation in here, making the temperature feel much hotter than you deemed safe.
You rounded the corner quickly, the glass of water in your hand already dripping from the condensation.
However, when you walked past the shelf, you didn't notice the meat hook poking out from the side.
It immediately caught your arm and cut through your skin with ease, causing you to drop the glass of water on instinct and hiss.
The shattering of glass cause Thomas to spin around quickly, a sharp butcher's knife being raised up on reflex in case he saw someone unwelcomed.
And in that moment, he would have much rather seen a lowly stranger in that shed than you hunched over with a small pool of blood beginning to form near your foot.
He immediately dropped the knife and rushed over, grabbing your arm gently but forcefully, looking at how bad the wound was.
"I'm okay, Thom-"
He quickly cut you off by picking you up, taking you straight back to the house.
The next few minutes were filled with an uncomfortable silence, him working hard at cleaning your wound and getting it wrapped up.
It wasn't like Thomas to act like this. His brows were furrowed and his touch was a bit rougher than normal.
In the past, a situation like this would have evoked a tender response from him, his whole being dedicating itself to doting on you and making sure you felt safe.
However, this time the air was filled with a feeling of uncomfortableness. His gaze hadn't even attempted to meet yours since he brought you inside from the shed.
The moment he finished patching you up, he was already heading for the door, not giving you a single ounce of acknowledgement.
This not only disappointed you, but it also ignited a slight irritation in your chest. You were just badly injured, and he didn't even seem to give a shit?
"Thomas," you said a bit more sternly than you intended.
He paused in the doorway, his head slightly tilting towards you in a way to show that he was listening.
You swallowed roughly. "You haven't said a single thing to me the past 30 minutes. What's wrong?"
He turned his head back to the floor, not giving you the reaction you were hoping for. The pain in your arm mixed with the uncomfortable feeling of sweat dripping down your body seemed to only fuel the anger that was beginning to build. Why was he ignoring you?
"Are you mad?" you tried.
The tone of your voice made it sound more accusatory than concerned, but you didn't really care in that moment. You were hurt both physically and emotionally at Thomas's nonchalance, and he deserved to know that.
He finally turned all the way to face you at this, the deep creases in his forehead revealing that something was definitely bothering him, and your questioning only seemed to provoke it more.
But with a quick response, Thomas signed, "I'm fine."
You almost scoffed at this.
"Well, that's good for you. But you haven't showed a single sign of caring towards me since I went to see you. What's going on?"
He just stood there breathing heavily.
That anger began to rise even more.
"Answer me."
He irritably began signing to you again, explaining that you shouldn't have gone outside when he explicitly told you not to.
You felt your face burn at how blunt he was being towards you. This wasn't like him; he never got this angry with you.
"I was worried," you started. You could already feel that familiar burn in your throat. "You were out there for hours, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"And I told you to stay inside," he signed.
He was deflecting, and this only seemed to piss you off more. You were there telling him how you were only wanting to look after him, and yet that seemed to make him angry at you? Why? What's so bad about looking out for your partner?
Your eyes were beginning to burn, and you could tell that this anger was beginning to evolve into anguish.
"I just wanted to take care of you!" you almost yelled.
And in an instant, Thomas was already signing back, "I don't need you."
And that's what did it.
The tears spilled over, and your were choking on your own sobs at this response.
One of the first things he ever said to you was that he needed you. Even before the love confession or the asking to be yours, he was telling you that all he would ever need in this life was you.
Seeing him say these words to you broke your heart more than any other rejection could have done.
With blurry eyes and a pained expression, you rushed out the back door, leaving Thomas standing there in confusion and utter shock.
By the time he gathered his bearings and ran after you, he was met with an empty yard, no sight of you within reach.
He crumbled to the ground at the revelation that you were gone. What had he done?
If only he could have expressed to you the truth behind his worries.
He told you to stay inside for your safety. He was angry not because of you, but because you got hurt. This was the most severe injury you had sustained while being with him, and that severity is what caused him to shut down so quickly.
Seeing all that blood and such a deep wound made him realize that anything could happen to you. He could lose you in an instant, and that revelation cause him to lock up.
He could never be angry at you, he was just terrified of losing you.
And he didn't mean what he said. God, he desperately needed you more than anything in his life. But he was willing to say just about anything to keep you safe in that moment. But his worried mind clouded over that fact that he was only pushing you away.
He couldn't get the image of your tear-stained face out of his mind. He had never seen you so broken before, and he certainly would have never wanted to be the reason you felt that way.
He continued to stay kneeled to that spot for minutes and then hours. He refused to move.
You were going to come back, you had to. He couldn't do this without you.
But once the sun began to set, and the moon shone it's light down on him, he felt nothing but despair.
What if something had happened to you? Should he have gone and searched for you despite not knowing which direction you went? Would you ever be able to find your way back to him if you changed your mind?
He fully collapsed to the ground at these worries. The dirt and dust below him turned to spots of mud as the moisture from his own tears collided with the soil.
He signed to whatever Gods had to be out there watching him, "please, come back."
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reignpage · 29 days ago
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helloooooo! i’m literally such a fan of everything you post and you’re literally one of the best smau authors on here periodt 🖤
how do you think the jjk men and jjk boys would react to their gf asking another man for help with something or seeing another man help them? like with setting up furniture or opening jars or fixing up their car?
Gojo:
on a mission you partner off with some other guy MAN IS STANDING THERE, JAW ON THE FLOOR HE'S FUCKING BUFFERING LMFAO "uhhhh, sugarplum cupcake sweetness chocolate mouse honeybee? I'm right here???" "don't take another step or god as my witness I will smite this entire country down" and then when you sigh and agree to partner off with him just so you can get this mission done, he's all smiley again, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and skipping off into the sunset
Geto:
on a date you ask a server for some tissues it's so harmless, so normal, so common sensical you'd never think he'd care but when you turn back to him, he's got that psycho killer smile the one that looks so peaceful, so kind and patient that your heart drops to you ass and you realise your mistake "I could have gotten tissues for you, pretty." "did you not want me to get tissues for you, angel?" "could that monkey really fetch tissues better than I could?" will not tip the server might even send a curse after him tbh
Choso:
jealous of his own brother you're at their home and you ask Yuji for a glass of water since he's already in the kitchen man starts sulking he's all depressed, fucking rain cloud over his head, and he looks like he just presented you with a drawing he did in class and you told him you're happy he gave it his best effort lol "I wanted to get water for you" "why did you ask Yuji?" "Yuji can't get water better than me, can he?" will make Yuji return the water so he can get it for you himself, gets a whole new cup and everything
Toji:
you ask a plumber to fix a leaky pipe under your sink comes home and sees a pair of men's shoes and he's readying a fucking weapon cocks a gun and everything marches in all ready for some guerrilla warfare sees you waiting for the plumber and realises the situation will backseat help "nah, you need to twist harder" "how much experience did you say you have?" when guy leaves, he's all moody and grouchy "no, I don't fucking care" "waste your money on some fucking plumber, that's on you" will break it when you're not looking so he can prove a point "it's hard to get good help these days ma, good thing I'll do it for free"
Nanami:
you're at work you ask a colleague for help with a document instead of him doesn't say shit he's trying to rationalise it in his head "she just didn't want to bother me, that's all" to everyone else, he looks fine but you see his jaw is tense, brow twitching once in a while, and he's flicking through papers much harder than he needs to have to smooth talk him "are you okay, kenny baby?" "I thought we had an agreement that pet names have no place in the office, honey." ride home is quiet, not really tense since you know why he's upset, and it's making you laugh a little when you get home, you have to hug it out of him and whisper sweet nothings until he relaxes "yes, you're right, my love. I was feeling a little possessive there. please come to me if you ever need help, even if it's the most minor thing. I would never turn you away." me personally, I wouldn't wait until we get home, I'm sucking him off in the car, hell under the desk, hell right in front of everyone
Sukuna:
you ask some random person in the street for directions whilst out sightseeing kills them you ask someone to get something on the top shelf in a supermarket, you don't even know Sukuna's there he kills them you trip, a guard on the estate catches you and you say thanks kills them changes out the entire guard doesn't even say shit, just does it without further thought or discussion
Yuji:
offended if you ask someone else to spar with you "HEY! I could spar you. I'm really good!!" will try to join in tries to show off his moves and the type to laugh really loud randomly to catch your attention you're going to have to throw him a bone because everyone else is getting annoyed if maki glares at you one more time, you'll cry "yay!!!! me and my girlfriend are the best sparring duo the world has ever seen" mood switches so easily, never holds a grudge
Megumi:
you're at a bookstore you ask for some guy's opinion, a recommendation or something he does that horror movie neck turn, the slow one with the jaws theme song doesn't say anything either just starts brooding oozing dark energy in the corner muttering to himself as he reads a book and if you tease him about it, he might actually just summon mahoraga tbh you have to butter him up and he'll let it go for the most part. just be aware you're never going to that bookstore again tho
Inumaki:
pikachu face when you ask panda to explain a joke to you you gonna do him like that??? with his BOY???? starts cursing all of you out "caviar!" and if you both ignore him, he'll start zipping down his jacket menacingly texts you "panda doesn't know shit, I'm the memelord, you should ask me" "panda's not explaining right!" spams "bruh" everywhere, in ur dms, in the group chat, on his insta/snap stories. fucking tweets it
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bambisnc · 7 months ago
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do i wanna know? [ft. j.sc]
@ sungchan : i FUCKING dare you to pull this blanket one. more. time. @ y/n : your wish is my command cutie 😋😝
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pairing : significant annoyance!sungchan x f!reader genre : fluffy + crack cw/tw : there's only one bed :O + swearing + uneditted wc : 1K LETS GAUUURR
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the newest addition on your list of things you despise about jung sungchan : how he felt no qualms at all when breaking the ONE rule you had established.
do not cross the boundary of pillows you had meticulously arranged on the queen bed that you had the misfortune of sharing with him i.e., stay away from you as much as possible.
another addition on your list was the way his arms were wrapped around your waist in a way that caused your chest to be pressed against his back in a far too intimate embrace for someone who rarely let go of any opportunities to pick (petty) fights with you. 
the fact that a small part of you, the same part which kept trying to make your breathing just a little quieter so as to not wake him up, wanted to simply go back to sleep just so you could stay enveloped in his comfort for a little longer is completely irrelevant. 
when you think back to the events of the previous few nights, you can’t help but feel slightly murderous intentions towards your so-called best friend, yujun. 
it’s all her fault, really, if you think about it. 
why did she have to go and find a boyfriend? especially when said boyfriend, shotaro, just so happened to be best friends with the literal bane of your entire existence.
why did they have to book a romantic getaway and then end up being busy when the date of the trip arrived? and why, you asked the heavens, why must they have given both you AND sungchan keys to the room??
the lack of communication between the couple was definitely going to be the reason for your untimely demise. 
so far, the one sole highlight of your trip had been the utter shock on sungchan’s face when you walked into the lobby of the fancy hotel, late evening. you’d greeted him with a tight smile, in an attempt to act civilly. 
that went downhill rather fast. but to be fair; you did have your reasons...
…they were threefold. 
first, when you mentioned that you wouldn’t feel too comfortable asking the reception for an extra room and asked him to do it for you, he went off on some kind of a rant saying he wasn’t obligated to do anything you told him. 
when you pointed out that with how defensive he was being, it was almost as if he wanted to share a room with you; he only rolled his eyes and pushed his tongue against his cheek in that ever so annoying way of his. 
you could’ve almost sworn he said something about being .. denser than a .. neutron star? okay astronomy nerd
second, over the days, sungchan had for some reason taken to being stuck to your person like glue. he followed you all over as you were exploring the facilities of the hotel and eventually even dropped in on what were supposed to have been quiet meals where you basked in the delight of your own company; all the while spitting out teasing quips and comments to you.
and there were those out of nowhere, not-so-fleeting touches of his too. playful (??) little shoves, moving your hair away from your face (in an obviously condescending way. right?) etc. you chose to not pay much attention to those.
until, that is, the kitchenette incident occurred. 
while trying to pour yourself a glass of water (because how would you be able to properly pay back each and every one of sungchan’s infuriating actions if you weren’t hydrated?), you can only assume you’d somehow been blocking the narrow walkway into the room. 
which had then led him to move you to the side with a hand on your waist, almost as if with practiced ease. 
no you did not take almost a whole day to process this.
but the third reason is the one you can safely assume to have been the most fatal for you.
the way he insisted on not letting you take the couch but also refusing to sleep on it himself. 
c’mon we’re both mature, smart people he’d said we can sleep in the same bed for a couple days, no? unless.. you think you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself, hmm~?
you had thrown a pillow right at him; to wipe off that infuriating smirk off of his face. 
it didn’t work at all. -
the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the windows coaxes you out of your reverie. all of your senses are suddenly hyper aware of how soft sungchan’s skin feels against yours and how the soft breaths he lets out against your neck have your hair standing on end.
you’re especially aware of how his grip around your waist tries to pull you in closer, as if you weren’t already millimeters away from basically becoming one with him. 
he shuffles around a bit more before you realize he’s waking up.
you immediately allow your eyes to close and attempt to relax all your tense muscles to look as if you were still asleep. maybe you just can’t bear to face how he would react.
“y/n….?”
he still hasn’t moved his arm.
“what are you- SHIT.”
there it is. he pulls away like you’re somehow physically hurting him. 
“oh thank god you’re still asleep. lord knows you wouldn’t have hesitated to actually fight me if you were awake right now.”
…. is he not aware that he’s quite literally 6’1 and with muscles for days?
“i just…” he sighs “i wish i could just hug you properly. preferably after i confessed and you accepted to let me be yours.”
what. 
“i suppose, in my heart, i technically already am. i just wish you could be mine too.
………..
….. y/n ….? i could've sworn your face didn’t look this red earlier? ……………
oh my god.”
he’s gentle with his movements as he moves your body so that if you were to open your eyes you’d be face to face with his. 
“you’re awake aren’t you?”
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notes : ill be honest this was originally meant for chanhee.... but sungchan broke into my house (mind) and said i think tf nawt! + [m.list] song rec : do i wanna know - arctic monkeys
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sports-on-sundays · 1 year ago
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Hello! Can you maybe write a clumsy reader x Lando Norris or Charles Leclerc??
Like how he gets worried about how she always gets injured such as accidentally burning herself or accidentally dropping a glass.
accident prone / CL16
Summary: Charles x clumsy!girlfriend!reader - Charles is usually pretty cool, but when it comes to you, he can be just a bit of a fussbudget. Who can blame him, though? You yourself have kind of got your head in the clouds most of the time.
Warnings: wrote this one in past tense because I felt like it, censored swearing, this one is honestly just really silly, blood, Charles being very protective
Requested?: Uh huh!
Author's Note: Thanks for another request. :)
Really, you were the paddock's big joke. And you didn't mind at all. Being Charles Leclerc's girlfriend, you hung around a lot. Especially since your boyfriend practically begged you to come to nearly every single Grand Prix. So, yeah. You were around a lot.
Which was why you were kind of the paddock's big joke. It wasn't like you were trying to be. It was like the way you were. Carlos told you that you were bringing it upon yourself. Maybe so, but you weren't trying to. It was just one too many clips of you tripping on air, walking into walls, dropping important things you were holding for someone, and the like. One time you were having a conversation with a few of the guys (because although obviously Charles was your man, you got along well with the other drivers) and when Max happened to say something particularly humorous, you sprayed the coffee you had been drinking out of your nose at the same time as dropping it. It splashed onto Lando's shoe. He, who was pretty annoyed (understandably so) had said something like, in a rather teasing, lighthearted tone, regardless, "My God, f*ck you, Y/n! My shoe! You're such a klutz!"
To that, you had stuck your tongue out at him and countered, "You're being over dramatic, rich boy! It's not like you can't easily buy yourself a new pair!"
While you admittedly were certainly pretty clumsy, you had a sharp mind. Still, you were humble enough to not mind being the grid's laughingstock. Everyone understood it was lighthearted.
Well, not everyone. There was one person who seemed to have issues with the whole thing. And it was your own boyfriend. Charles.
Referring to the story of spilling coffee on Lando's shoe again- as soon as you had finished with your comeback, suddenly Charles was next to you with his arm around your shoulder. He had been- well, not around. But somehow he must have heard and rushed to your side, because the look he had given Lando was honestly priceless as he asked the younger man, concerned, "What the hell did she do to make you say that to her?" He sounded so offended- more offended than you were yourself.
Lando had looked honestly nervous. "Max made her laugh so she spilled coffee on my shoe!"
"Mate, you're blaming it on me?" was Max's reaction, before looking at the imaginary watch on his wrist and saying, "Look at the time! Got to go."
"You know, just so happens, me too!" was what Lando said with a giggle, and the two had gone off. You were sure that as the two walked away together, they made fun of Charles and his little ways. But Charles wouldn't have minded. Because the only time Charles got defensive was when someone was bothering you.
Now, though, you were away from the paddock and racing. Now you were at home, thinking about all this as you smiled to yourself, standing next to the stove, waiting for the water for tea to boil. Charles was still in bed and had had an exhausting last weeks, so you thought he might like a little breakfast when he finally stirred.
Suddenly the tea kettle started squealing, and you quickly grabbed the it, hoping not to wake up your boyfriend in the other room. You started pouring the water in Charles' mug, and swore loudly when your hand bumped the kettle. You groaned. That's gonna leave a burn. You finished pouring the boiling water and ran your hand under lukewarm water as it steeped. You sighed, shaking your head, and very carefully, with shaky hands, put two pieces of bread in the toaster. Then you grabbed a glass and the orange juice from the fridge, but just as you were about to pour it, your hip bumped the counter and the glass slipped right out of your hand, shattering on the floor with a loud crash that made you flinch and grit your teeth. "For f*ck's sake!" you snapped, unable to hold it back. You sighed, reaching for the broom, but just then, a sleepy, disoriented Charles entered the room, with furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes, still shirtless and wearing pajama pants. "Careful, love," you murmured. "Broken glass."
"Hmmm," he yawned, rubbing his eye. "What's going on? You okay, baby?"
"Yeah, I am," you started, starting to step around the glass pile to Charles, but wobbled and lost your balance, about to fall but- Charles, even having just woken up, caught you with a little chuckle. He helped you steady yourself and you sighed, shaking your head as you met him. "Anyway, yeah. I'm fine. I was... I feel bad. I was trying to make you some surprise breakfast, but... Clearly, I woke you up."
"Oh..." he smiled, naturally pulling you to him. "That's sweet..." Suddenly though, he saw your hand, and his brow grew concerned. He took your burnt hand, holding it up. "What's this?"
"Oh, uh," you giggled, glancing away. "Tea kettle."
"Hm. Looks like you had quite the-"
Suddenly you squeaked and flinched as the toaster popped behind you. You then broke out into laughing at yourself at being so frightened, and Charles teased, grabbing the broom, "Good thing you weren't holding a glass this time, huh? Babe, I really appreciate all this, really. But I'll clean up the glass and everything, and then I'll take my breakfast. Thanks, love."
You nodded, slowly leaving the kitchen, honestly feeling kind of bad. Really bad. You were trying to do something nice, and now he was in there, cleaning up your mess. No matter how many times he always told you it was okay, you were never fully convinced. Doesn't he get tired of me and my stupid little mistakes? Doesn't he get tired of always walking behind me and picking up the mess I leave?
When he came into the dining room with his breakfast, he thanked you wholeheartedly, gave you a damp cool rag for your burn, and got eating.
"Whoa, lovely, watch out," Charles said, suddenly grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him, making you stumble a bit.
"What was that for, hm?" you frowned.
He smiled and somehow managed to say in the kindest way possible, "You were so busy looking up at the beautiful blue sky, you almost ran straight into that wall. What'cha daydreaming about?"
"Hmmm..." you glanced to his eyes, which in the bright lighting reflected just a slightly more grey version of the sky above. "You." You winked.
"How sweet," he smiled, gesturing to the Ferrari garage. Yes, you really were about to just walk right past it. Neither of you mentioned it, of course. As he left for his duties, though, he gave you a little wink and said, "Those high-heels are lovely, by the way. Just be careful." You clicked your tongue, but you knew he was right. Last time you wore heels at a Grand Prix, you ended up tripping over them and scraping both your knees. Charles had worriedly asked 'Are you alright?' so many times someone could have assumed you had just had a seizure or something instead of just tripping and falling. You had reassured him, as blood dripped down your legs, that you were just fine. He had rushed you back inside and made sure your legs got fixed up. For the rest of the weekend, you had hobbled around in sneakers and barely bent your legs because it hurt to bend the skin on your knees. It pretty much sucked, and fans on social media made fun of you almost as much as the other drivers on the grid, but you hadn't minded. The worst part was the pain- being made fun of was just fine. But of course it didn't go on for long, because Charles took whatever avenues that were necessary to put an end to people making fun of his girlfriend like that.
Charles had said after that whole thing something like, 'Y/n, you need to be more careful! You can't worry me like that, love!' which you found humorous, considering that over twenty weekends a year he went into basically a rocket ship and raced a bunch of other guys in other rocket ships, and made you worry sick. Either way, that was really the weekend when Charles' whole anxiety over your little accidents really started.
Before qualifying today, though, you made sure to catch Charles and give him a kiss, saying, "Don't crash."
He smiled gracefully and said back, "I won't. You don't crash, either, though."
You rolled your eyes with a little smile, gave him another kiss on the cheek, and he was off.
"Charlie! Nice job, dude!" you congratulated your boyfriend. You gave him a high five, and he gave you a hug. "Starting in a great position for tomorrow, love. Congrats!"
He chuckled. "Thanks, Y/n. I'm gonna go change. Be right back."
You nodded, and Charles walked off, but got caught in a conversation. When Carlos strolled in, you went to congratulate him as well, but of course.
You could feel it in slow motion. You foot getting caught, your other foot stepping forward, the force of gravity pulling you down, down-
You suddenly squealed though when unfamiliar arms caught you. After a second of disorientation, you realized it had been Carlos, who was now saying, "Holy sh*t, Y/n. You could've cracked your skull. Every day life with you is more dangerous than the life of being a Formula One driv-"
Suddenly, though, Mr. Protect Y/n At All Costs (Charles Leclerc), grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, away from Carlos, and said, "What the hell, you okay?"
"Uh, yeah," you said, honestly just embarrassed, glancing to Carlos.
"Sorry, Charles, I didn't want her to crack her skull," Carlos said after Charles sent him a nasty look. "You should be thanking me." Carlos gave his teammate a playful shove on the shoulder and walked away.
"Why don't you sit down and wait for me?" was Charles' suggestion.
"Right."
That night as you drove to the hotel, went inside, got ready for bed, and had a little snack, you didn't speak a word to Charles, and anytime he tried to talk, you didn't have much to say back to him.
Finally, as you finished your little snack, Charles sat down next to you, taking both your hands in his, saying gently and completely seriously, "Y/n, clearly something is wrong. Please know that you can tell me. Was it something that happened today? Did someone bother you? Was it what happened with Carlos?"
"No, no, Charles, they're fine," you murmured, sipping your water. "What Carlos did is fine, too. Good." You tried to show a little lighthearted smile, but maybe it just came off as seeming sarcastic as you said, "I mean, thank God for Carlos. Otherwise I might be in the hospital with a cracked open head, right?"
Charles, as expected, didn't buy it, and took your hands in both of his, saying earnestly with big, worried eyes, "You can tell me what's bothering you, Y/n. I want to help you."
Your jaw clenched as you murmured, "That's just it, Charles. That's the problem."
"What is?" he asked, looking so seriously and utterly confused, it might have been funny if it had been in another situation. "That I want to help you?!"
"No," you shook your head, looking down. "That I need your help. I feel so bad. I'm always messing things up- breaking stuff, hurting myself, being all jumpy. And along with everything else you have to worry about, you feel like you need to worry about me, too. You're just always there, looking out for me and fixing all my dumb mistakes. It's so stupid- but my clumsiness is actually becoming a problem. I don't even care if drivers or the internet make fun of me. It's just, like... you're so protective of me and it's because I can't stay on my two own f*cking feet. I mean, that must be so hard for you- don't you get exasperated with me? I mean I'm fine on my own. But oh my God, I feel like a little kid! You had to tell me not to run into a f*cking wall! A wall! I don't know, Charles... Aren't you sick of me? Aren't I a burden to you?"
The look Charles gave you was probably a mixture of confusion, sympathy, love, and exasperation. Which was a very strange mix, for a very strange expression, before he said, "You aren't a burden to me at all, Y/n... Babe, I love helping you. And, okay, we all have those days when there's a lot on our minds and we do stupid things. You make it seem like everyday there's another thing. There's not. Maybe three times a week you do something a little silly. But I know you. When you're nervous, your head is kind of in the clouds, and you trip up. Literally. On race weekends, you do. And the other thing you always do..." He hesitated, before getting more serious, saying quieter, "Sometimes I think you try so hard to please me, and you get nervous."
You stare, eyes wide. Because you hadn't even realized it, but he was right.
"You don't have to worry about that," he continued gently. "You already please me, without trying. Because I love you and you're gorgeous. You're right that you can take care of yourself, but I like being there for you. I like helping you out, okay?" He leaned in and gently planted a kiss on your cheek. "Besides, I think you being a little accident prone is cute."
"Accident prone and cute, huh?" You looked up, a soft smile appearing on your face and a little giggle in your voice as you leaned closer to him, relief rushing though you, and giving him a cheek kiss back. "I like that."
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thesamoanqueen · 2 years ago
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All Dat
Raiting: 18+
Warnings: Smut; errors like always
A/N: I’ll be out for a couple days since is MITB week, but I always do my duty.
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She had worked most of the day, watching over and over hours of material, old edits, reading tons of interviews with all the same questions that would probably have been discarded as soon as they arrived. Working away from the creative team without being able to have immediate comparisons was complicated, but she had found a way to make it work anyway, to be efficient and always beyond expectations. She was willing to make more than a few sacrifices to keep herself independent and still be as present as possible in their relationship, especially if she was repaid with a good glass of wine and a dip in the pool with Roman. Well, frankly Roman was all she needed, but that was a whole other story and he kept spoiling her like it was his life's mission so… she could take advantage of the whole package.
-Mmh… this one doesn't get out of here – he greeted her, swimming up to her, to put himself between her legs and wrap his arms around her hips like a vice.
She liked to always look neat, look in her best shape and yes, even show off a bit. It made her feel good about herself, was a boost to her energy, a pamper to her mood and Roman hadn't skimped on compliments since they'd met. Not a single day.
She knew he said it to give her attention and that he appreciated it, but she also knew that new bikini wasn't going to show up for any beach trips or vacations really. Her big boy was possessive and jealous if someone crossed the line and the stuff she was wearing was a bit too an clear invitation to look more and more. She had bought it online, from an exclusive collection in which it looked different from what she was wearing and it bothered her a little, because making images and shots work was her job. The top was fine, it showed what it was supposed to, covered what it needed, but the bottom… either her hips had stretched out more than they should without asking permission or it was the bikini’s fault. It barely covered her under there and Roman or not, she liked to show off with class, she wasn't that kind of woman.
- I don't even know why I bough it – she admitted with a snort, feeling him kiss her stomach, stroking her back and sides with full hands, while she fixed it for the umpteenth time, the water of the pool rising between them and then ending up beyond the edge due to their movements.
- Cause you're gorgeous and you take care of me - Roman smiled amused, slipping his fingers between the aquamarine laces wrapped around her curves.
- You? Since when my bikini is yo business?
- Since everything under these tiny strips is ma business and you’re always good with me – he announced incredibly seriously, leaving another trail of kisses on her belly, to then go down a little more, dedicating himself to her thighs.
Unable to hold back her smile, Y/N started playing with his hair, quiting the attempt to put the bikini in its place to caress him, while he showed her all the attentions as always. She felt his beard brush along her skin, his full lips petting her inner thigh before biting down lightly, hands holding her firmly in place. From the top of the poolside, she watched him move slowly and inexorably in the water, the muscles of his shoulders shiny, the reflection of the lights along the edge of the pool, highlighting his dark tattoo.
- You've been home for an hour… less? – she reflected amused, already knowing how it would end up and she cocked her head when Roman undid the first knot on her hips, still kissing her.
His big hands pulled her towards him, securing her legs on his shoulders, licking a few drops off her caramel skin.
- Im thirsty - he said hoarsely, Y/N holding him by the strands on his head, feeling him go down to the thin strip of cloth that barely covered her.
- Ain't takin you a drink… - yet another mark printed between her legs, a kiss on her abused skin, fingers pulling another lace.
The already ridiculous fabric of her bikini fell off either side of her, bonding to her bare body only at her neck, but Roman left it in place just long enough to bring her eyes back to him.
- Mama taugh me how to do things, I can get myself a drink - he assured with a more deadly expression and Y/N really wanted to laugh, but he stole her breath by placing a sloppy kiss on her mouth and then slipped fully back in the water.
Y/N followed him with her eyes, delighted as always, affectionately scratching the back of his neck as he claimed his place between her legs. She brushed a strand from his face, feeling the heat building in her chest even before it got between her legs, refraining from jumping on him and kissing him for the rest of the evening, night, even her whole life, when Roman planted his eyes on her as he began his work. He pounced on her unhurriedly, spreading her folds with two fingers to give a first lick along her opening. Y/N moaned in excitement at his touch, snuggling her leg a little on his shoulder, seeing him smile cocky as he gave her yet another kiss on the soft thigh before diving into her core. His tongue was a fat pro, and each time he traced her moist contours to sink deep inside her opening, Y/N pulled him a little closer, one hand planted firmly on his head.
- Hn… like this – she encouraged him, fingers tightening in his dark hair, loosening the bun.
- It's been a long…-his mouth sucking first one fold-… day…-then the other-… I missed you – inexorable.
- … I missed you t-ah!
His beard itched against her sensitive skin, pool’s water slowly mixing with her moods each time he spread his mouth wide to eat her, dripping from his face. Y/N felt his breath against her button and belly twisting as he slowly fucked her with his tongue, the liquid heat building inexorably in his eyes and in her core. She rotated her hips instinctively trying to raise it, holding him in place with her hand, because patience under those circumstances really wasn't for her, but Roman locked her down with a gaze. Y/N saw his brow furrow and soon his white teeth slowly pinch at her knot of nerves, causing her to fall in a spasm to rest her back on the stone floor of the pool. She closed her eyes, feeling his big body come forward, pull her forward and soon found herself gasping at the slowly darkening sky. She felt his long fingers, joining the amazing work of his mouth, stroking her, rubbing against her smooth skin, spreading her folds, one hand feeling her stomach, holding her still more successfully than she had ever had with him.
For an unspecified time, Roman kept slowly to prepare her, warming her without haste and Y/N panting towards nowhere, feet now crossed behind his neck to have him close. Under her hands, her breasts naked and wet, rising chasing the increasingly hot breath, fingers that every now and then ended up on the grass beyond the poolside strip. Y/N had the feel that Roman was recharging her, licking away all the excess thoughts of her mind, stripping her of them as easily as he had stripped her of that obscene tiny bikini.
- Turn around and rise that pretty ass – she heard him order almost from afar, but when Y/N reopened her eyes and raised her head, he was already on his knees on the bench inside the pool.
His legs were half immersed, his swimsuit low to leave his hardness ready and shiny for the water. The pool’s lights gave him a dangerous look and Y/N couldn't take her eyes off him until he helped her back up, pinching her side to encourage her to do as he said. He kissed her nose, out of pure affection and she let out a languid smile, sliding her stomach onto the pool’s floor, feeling the rough ground against her nipples, moaning because of it and Ro’s hands. She felt his thighs rub against her ass, the weight of his hard cock past the curve of her buttocks, fingers dragging over her messy opening.
- Don't hold back - she asked in a cry, rocking her body against him once, before he slipped inside her effortlessly, filling her to the bottom.
- Lemme do my things - he said hoarsely, giving a long thrust that left her gasping and immediately another.
Y/N found herself resting her cheek on the ground, staring without really seeing the grass in the garden, the lights twinkling along the walkways, near the deck chairs, flickering as if she was drunk. Roman fucked her slowly and good, his movements were overpowering and for each thrust, Y/N felt his dick slamming against the bottom of her walls, in that sweet weak point that he always seemed to find in any circumstance and position. Her heat kept to build slowly, from the bottom of her belly, from his fingers holding up her hips, from the drops of water that dripped down his chest between their bodies, from the water splashing everywhere. His slow movement made her rub against the floor, her nipples harden and her moans breaking as they reached her throat. Her walls reached out to take him in until she felt completely exposed, holding on to his shaft as he mercilessly opened her, holding him as if they were afraid of him running away from her. Thrust after thrust, powerful, massive, the slimy sound of water and bodies colliding.
- Such a good girl… making Daddy hap-py – Roman growled low and Y/N nodded instinctively, quickly, feeling his hard cock throbbing inside her and the pace increasing.
- Y-yes-please yes
Roman was capable of accelerating almost unnaturally and she never resisted when it happened, begging hopelessly, slamming her hips into him for a better grip, for more even as her folds began to throb nonstop. She felt his strong arm pull her over him, pass under her stomach, to force her back against his broad chest and then come back to rest on her hip, his other hand holding her throat, kissing her shoulder.
-R-Roo ahn – the control he had over her body was almost toxic, but Y/N liked it.
She liked listening to his quicken breathing, his growls of pleasure growing dangerous, lower, synchronized with the throb of her spongy walls contracting, squeezing his full length. She adored his mouth biting her neck, her ear, fingers holding her throat without ever squeezing. She rubbed excitedly on him, fragile against his huge body, gasping as he guided them both to their climax, closer and lower, switching between the raw and slow pace to drive her crazy.
- I-im clo-se
- I know… ssh, fuck
Another kiss, more sloppy, but equally full of love, before bending her again, forcing her to put hands on the floor. Y/N let her head hang down, hair covering her face, as she gathered up what little clarity remained and then lifted it, gasping as she felt Roman give a couple more thrusts, long and confused, his hardness banging between the her walls pleading for a release. She moved back, trying to stay in place as possible and with the umpteenth hit on her sweet spot, she collapsed arching again with a strangled cry and almost immediately feeling Roman empty inside her from the spasms of her core. Gasping and rocking to the full curve of her orgasm, Y/N let him do with her as he pleased, pounding her again and again, until his cock had nothing more to give and he let go too, pulling her onto the bench inside the pool with him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face under his head, still feeling him inside her, hands still gripping her hips. They stayed like this for a couple on minutes, silence cradling them.
- Maybe I could keep that bikini – she murmured at some point, hearing his low laugh, hands caressing her lazily.
- Keep what you want babygirl… all dat stuff won’t stay in place anyway
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artydonsgf · 8 months ago
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I loveeeed your patrick enemies to lovers headcanons. Do you think you could do something with patrick as a husband or dad? It’s not something we see at all in the movie, but I think it could be cute!
hiii thank you sm!! i was already planning on writing husband patrick n dad patrick so im happy that someone wants it! here you go sweets, enjoy!
Patrick Zweig as a Dad
- when he finds out he’s becoming a father, he’s tweaking
- it’s not because he doesn’t want the baby, it’s more fear that he won’t be a good dad
- warms up very quickly and is very giddy
- tells random people at the grocery store that he’s gonna become a dad
- would shout it from the rooftops if he could
- has no clue what anything means at all
- just happy to be there tbh
- never misses appointments, he’ll finish a game then haul his ass across town for your appointment
- yes he’s a little sweaty and yes he’s a little stinky but he’s there! and excited!
- when he finds out you’re having a little boy, he’s very excited
- he wouldve been happy with either but he’s excited at the idea of having a son
- i feel like patrick never really had a good relationship with his own father and he wants to create a new cycle with his little boy
- doesn’t let you carry anything towards the last trimester
- it’s sweet at first but now you’re annoyed because he’s holding your water to your mouth because the glass might drop n break on your stomach
- he doesn’t really believe that but any excuse to be close to you and have a hand on your stomach is good enough for him
- your baby brain isnt a problem because he’s thought of everything
- leave your keys somewhere? don’t worry, he’s made three copies (n it’s not because he’s also lost his keys)
- when your water breaks at 3 pm on a wednesday, he’s somehow a complete mess
- he has no clue where the fucking keys went n now he’s mad at himself because he copied three separate copies for this exact scenario
- tripped and ate shit over your hospital bag after not being able to find it
- now he’s hobbling to the car with a sore chin before he realizes the car isn’t starting
- calls art screaming and despite how completely intelligible he sounds, art is there with a ride in five minutes
- now that the birth is actually here, he’s all freaked out again
- he’s holding your hand and despite trying to comfort you, it feels more like you’re comforting him
- after a small pep talk from art who might’ve smacked him (gently), he marches back in there with his head on straight
- baby boy comes very quickly and patrick has the honor of catching him
- he’s crying and sniffling and laughing
- hands baby to you through tears
- stays awake for two whole days and just stares at the life you created together
- you catch him with a dopey grin on his face a million times
- once yall are able to go home, he asks you if he did the “hot dad walk” right (he did research)
- safe to say he def did
- once you’re home, you sleep like a dream
- patrick has made it his mission to let you rest and he stays true to that mission
- unless it’s bonding time or feedings, you are dead asleep and healing and patrick is running around n doing everything, household chores n cooking included
- as baby boy grows up, patrick is the best dad in the world
- he has him try every activity ever n when baby boy settles on wanting to do theater, patrick is the annoying dad who stands up at the end of the production whooping and hollering
- parenting style is very chill but one thing he doesn’t play about is his son showing respect
- if that boy ever dares to disrespect you or any other woman in his life, patrick is on it in an instant
- doesn’t hit or yell at baby boy, just uses stern words and reiterates that he loves him and he wants him to be a good person
- we love you dadrick
i hope yall enjoy mwah mwah mwah
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yoonzinuhh · 1 year ago
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what kinda future ?
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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : seungcheol x reader
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff,romance,angst,possible reincarnation
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : mentions of death
𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : for entertainment purposes only. might sound so dramatic and rushy but i rlly love this tbh. and yeah it’ll just have 2 parts ! thanks @asyre !!
the first time when he saw you,the girl of his dreams. girl of his dreams as in literally. his dreams always had the same pattern.
him as a knight climbing up the balcony to meet the princess,the love of his life. her voice and laughs were like a melody to him,her eyes that spoke million words,her smile that gave him assurance.
the second time he saw the girl of his dreams. she had her hair tied up,some of them falling onto her eyes,as she ran behind a balloon that was flying towards him. but he couldn’t care about the red flying whatever. his eyes were on her,just her.
she sees the balloon fly towards someone tall,hoping he’d catch. he smiled and let it pass. she gives him the weirdest look before running towards it.
for a second seungcheol thought his world stopped but was interrupted by her disgusted look. he chased her,the balloon,her steps and finally held the string,smiling. and her clumsy self tripped onto him. cliche but god he swear he hears something romantic playing behind as he held her,eye contacts being passed,like the whole world paused,again.
but his dreams always had a pattern. he would fall in love. fall in love so bad that he was ready to give his life away for you,his love. so would she, but the only difference was she does as she said. you always gave up your life for him. not once,not twice. but in every single dream of his,always without showing your face but a small mark on the right side of the shoulder. thats all he sees in his dreams.
seungcheol never believed in second life or reincarnation. he never believed in soulmates either in contradiction to his dreams.
it was another weekend where he is on the other side of the counter,putting up a fake smile for his side savings,to take care of himself. with rain being harsh the shop was more crowded.
cliche again. the door opened with the sound of the bell ringing,cold breeze hitting his face,drops of water on the glass as he looked at the direction of bells. he swore time stopped.
the prettiest girl he has ever seen,your hair little messy and wet from the rain,little shivers over your shoulder as you came upto the counter. hands hugging yourself you look through the menu board biting your lower lip trying to decide on something hot to drink.
“hi..can i get the hot cocoa andd..” you eye the bakery counter and give out a sigh.
and stupid seungcheol did not hear a word. his whole attention was on you. your hair,your lips trembling and little droplets on your nose. he snapped when you wave a hand at him with a confused look.
“um..do i have to repeat my order ?”
oh god. is he in love. he is in love. he is.
you sit in the corner of the cafe,sadly looking through the window while sipping your cocoa. the rain doesn’t seem to be kind to you. sighing you get up walking towards the door until a voice,little too familiar but you don’t know who it is from.
“hey ! here..you can carry this..” the clueless handsome guy from the counter handed over his umbrella to you.
“no..thats fine i can manage thank-“
“i insist. and i have hours more for my shift it’ll stop by then.”
and something doesn’t make you deny.
his eyes were fixated towards the door. maybe you’d come in to give him his umbrella. maybe he could shoot his shot. maybe he could- oh god..there she is.
walking in you smile at him. everything feels slo-mo to him. with romantic song playing behind. just like his dreams.
“hey ! thank you so much..uh..”
“seungcheol..you can call me cheol” with a stupid smile.
“thanks seungcheol. oh and im y/n” you giggle out.
y/n. such a pretty name. he thinks.
“two minutes. it’s on the house” he rushes as if it was most expensive order he has ever taken.
“no no seun- cheol.” his heart skipped a beat.
“you’ve already done enough yesterday. if at all anything it should be me who should be getting you something” you laugh.
“lets do it” oh. he cant believe he just said that. to be honest he’s little too proud of shooting his shot.
the day ends with him dropping you off at the bus stand,too many stories and laughs. he is giggling and kicking his feet off at bed thinking about you. and it goes on for almost a month and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fall more and more for you.
and right when he thinks about having a peaceful sleep it returns. tears streaming all over his face as he screams into a void. a image of his lover trying to smile a goodbye as the beeps of the little screen next to her ends. he begs,cries,asking you to stay but just like the other dreams of his,you choose not to.
at first cheol thinks of it as a nightmare. once twice nothing scared him. but everyday ended up the same. him falling in love. him being in love. him losing his love. the pattern was always the same. it was too real and often for it to be just a nightmare. but honestly he cant take it anymore. waking up with a bead sweat slipping down his neck he looks at the clock. 4:02am. the same as every other day. and something in him always asks him to get flowers every time he gets the dream of her passing. for some reason,the daisies.
his usual go to shop is closed so he just walks where his phone takes him to.
‘must be here’ he mutters to himself.
“good afternoon sir how may i help yo- cheol !?” your eyes widen then softens.
“you work here !?”
“uh yeah..not too long ago..” you smile. “soo how may i help you?”
“i’m just..looking for some flowers..”
“oh really ? i thought you were here for laptops” you say high pitched earning a laugh from him and you.
“well..do you have daises?”
“daises ? my favourites” you smile. “just a minute”
billing it for him “it’s in the house” you wink.
“oh come on y/n-“
“i insist ?” you laugh mocking his tone something’s on up your head.
“do you know..daisies mean new beginnings ?”
“really ? i just..”
“thats why i really love daisies. it’s like..” you stare at the flowers and he stares at you. a few seconds go silent.
“anyways..are these for..someone?” you eye at him. hoping for a no. god you don’t even know why but you just want it to be the answer.
“uh yeah” he scratches the back of his head. wow.
“see you later ?” you nod a smile.
running back home from work he sets the flowers onto the little water jar on his desk. he just stares at them. for a minute,or minutes. and something in him tells him to run. run to her. and he does.
running to the flower shop he sees you with your bright smile getting out while waving at the old woman inside.
“y/n ! y/n wait !” you turn around to see breathless cheol resting his palm on his knees while the other had his little flowers from earlier,little dull still beautiful.
“cheol- whats wrong is everything alright ?”
he shakes his head into a no. still breathless he hands over the flowers to you. “for you” he says trying to catch his breath.
“me ?..why-“
“y/n look..i’m..i just want to be straight forward..oh my god what am i..just hear me out for a second okay..?” he says taking your hand in his.
“okay..” you whisper.
“look..i know its so sudden but god..i like you..ever since you walked through the door. felt like my whole world..just stopped..it sounds cheesy but yeah..i really like you..i’d..i’d like to..like you ?”
“woa- damn yes that really did sound cheesy” you chuckle looking down. but inside you felt everything heat up. the handsome guy from cafe just asked you out..or the only friend you made who you might have a little crush on just asked you out..wow.
breathing out he tries to find your eyes “so..?”
“so ?”
looking up at him for several seconds you tip toe to peck him on his cheek.
“bye then ! ” you laugh as you rush away.
my god. thats all cheol could think you. his big ass grin,he bets you saw those tomatoes on his cheeks. he was down bad for you.
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dating cheol was pretty simple. you both made sure to meet almost every day with him dropping you home or take you out for a coffee. and friday evenings meant a movie and cuddle at one of your places. it was peaceful. it was loving.
and just like another day there were you trying to make a meal without burning the kitchen down while cheol is just walking behind you like a puppy.
“no way he did that !?” he exclaimed at another story of yours tonight. that’s what you loved about him the most. growing up you never had attention which made you a reserved person but he was always ears. always ready to listen to everything you say out. blabbers rants worries..everything.
gently pacing away the hair that fell on your face “let me tie it up” he smiled while tying your hair with your band that’s always on his wrist just in case you needed it.
hugging you from behind he places his chin onto your shoulder and places a peck. at the very moment his eyes widen. his eyes widen at the mark on your shoulder. the one that always haunted him.
“y-y/n..how did you get this mark..”
“uh i dont know but i remember my mom saying it was a birth mark ? pretty unique right” you tilt your head back to get a glimpse then peck his lips.
the whole night during the movie seungcheol was unusually silent. all he could think about was the mark. it could be a coincidence right ? the stupid dreams he had could be just dreams right ? it should be..right ?
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When she woke up the next morning the hangover was definitely ruling over her. The dizziness and dryness in the mouth were enough to pin her down to bed with a single groan, but forcing herself to open eyes she quickly realized that this was definitely not her apartment. But the similarity in the accommodation plan was unmistakable. She was in Jason’s flat.
“Oh, shit…. What did I do?” she whined, slowly propping herself up, checking if she still had underwear on and looking around the room she found herself in. It was simple and surprisingly tidy, the whole place filled with books and out of curiosity she reached for the one left on the nightstand. Jane Austen. That was surprising. She would never thought him to be the guy to read romance novels. But hey, who was she to judge his choice in literature?
The thing that caught her attention even more was the glass of water and a painkiller that Jason put right next to the book. Seemingly for her. It was …. nice. And thoughtful. And only added to her guilt of being such a cold bitch for him from the beginning. Sure, he got her into a very sticky and awkward situation, but she would be a hypocrite to say that she never were in similar position. 
Y/N sighed deeply, reaching for the water and taking a few gulps. Her brain was filled with so many thoughts and blurry memories of the last night. she wasn’t exactly sure how the night went and how she ended up here, but judging by the state of her clothes, nothing indecent happened. And that was a relief.
After a couple minutes, she finally found enough strength to get out of the bed, her feet landing on the semi-warm wooden floor. So far, so good.
Well, at least until she opened the door and the light hit her right in the eyes, causing her to groan, grab her head and reach the wall for support. Damn it! She almost tripped over her own feet and that was embarrassing, considering the fact that Jason was standing right in front of her. Wearing nothing but shorts.
“Hey there, neighbor.” He laughed, taking a step towards her and preventing her from hitting the ground. His hands might have wondered a bit lower than it was absolutely necessary , but he just couldn’t help himself.  “slept well?”
“I…..” she mumbled, still not fully rooted in reality, his sudden, unexpected touch making her shiver. “What …. happened?”
“How much do you remember?”
“Not much….. Celebration with Lena? Meeting Red Hood?”
“Red hood, huh? Was he really as scary as they say?” Jason raised an eyebrow
“He seemed…. sad, you know. Angry, sure, but more sad. Like he was in need of a friend.”
“Really? Is that the impression you got from the fright of the Gotham crime world?”
“We all need someone sometimes. And given his history…..”
“What history? How do you know it?”
“Nevermind.” She muttered, looking down at her hands. That sudden cut off was a bit suspicious, but since she was in a bad mental and physical state, Jason decided to drop the subject.
“Speaking of friends, do you remember what you said when you banged on my door at 5 am?”
“I did what?!” her eyes grew wide in confusion and damn, she looked so innocent and fragile. She did not remember that. “God!” her hands travelled to her face, covering the reddened cheeks. Talk about embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
“I could have used that, you know princess? You are very pretty ….”
“Stop it, Todd!” she punched his chest, feeling all those muscles flex under her touch.
“Make me.” He whispered grabbing her wrist and moving forward slightly, looking her straight into the eyes.
She was standing in his kitchen, only in an oversized T-shit, her legs and feet bare, with glistening eyes, parted lips and hand on his exposed chest. He wasn’t lying. He could have used her when she stumbled inside his apartment. Fuck. He could act on his fantasies right that moment, but there was something in her that made him stop. He wanted to seduce her, to make her give up voluntarily. Such an innocent girl. Would be a hundred times better to break her than to force her.
“Jason….” She whimpered, feeling his fingers caress her skin gently, lightly. It was nothing more than a touch, just that, and yet it sparked something in her.
“Yes?” he leaned even closer, his face now inches from hers “Do I make you nervous?”
Fuck, he was. She knew him for like three weeks, but there was something so strangely alluring about this guy. And the way he was starting to make her feel was not how a good girl should behave.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, her body responding to his caresses, involuntarily moving a couple inches forward, almost closing the gap between them.
“What does this look like?” his hands found a way to her waist, under her shirt, squeezing her sides and moving up and down. She was already giving up to him, letting out the quietest moans. It was nice. It’s been so long since someone, anyone held her like that. And she wanted to be held and touched and kissed and …. “Like I said, you are very pretty…” he whispered in her ear, mouth finding a way to her neck, brushing over it almost imperceptibly. Oh, he knew what he was doing.
Oh, fuck! She was on a hiding to nothing.
“Todd….” She whined, flexing her body under his ministrations. “Shit.” Her hand found  a way to his hair, tangling in the strands as he started kissing her neck, this time fully, not playing around, nibbling on her soft spot.
“I want you, baby….” he bit on the sensitive skin “Come on, don’t fight me. Your body tells me everything your words cannot. Let me have you. Let me make you feel good.”
“I….” she shuddered “we barely know each other…..”
“So what?”
“We are neighbors!”
“So what?” he shrugged, fingers travelling up, playing with her collar. “makes it so much easier to get together. Come on, baby, say yes…. Say yes to me.”
“Yes” she whimpered. ‘yes, yes, yes, Jason. Please. “
She was lost. She was his.
“Y/N…” he panted, pressing his mouth to hers. Shit, she was so much sweeter and softer than he imagined. It was just perfect having her like this. As much as he wanted more and more and more of her, it was not his intention to startle her. So instead of lifting her up and taking her back to his bed, which she barely left, he settled on standing in the kitchen, enjoying the moment, working his hands and mouth hard enough to make her melt. Again, he needed her full consent to everything. Going full on included.
“So…. good.” She whined tracing patterns all over muscles on his back, pulling him closer
“Do you need that?” he replied, playing with the hem of her shirt “cause I got some plans that does not include any layers.”
“You can do what you want to me….” She panted “I…..”
She didn’t get to finish as a loud noise interrupted them and woke Jason up.
“FUCK!” he yelled realizing that all of that was just a fragment of his crazy, lust-filled imagination. And yet, he was holding onto it desperately, still feeling her soft skin under his fingers, seeing her pretty e/c eyes and the way she was so submissive. “Fuck…..” he whispered again, rubbing his forehead and falling back onto the cushions. Only for a second though, since his vigilante instincts brought him back to the thought that it was��noise that interrupted him. He sprung out of bed, throwing boxers and T-shirt on and rushed towards the main room.
“Y/N?”
“Oh, um, hi….” She froze like a deer in a spotlight, fully dressed and looking like nothing happened the night before, definitely not being hangover and with shoes in her hands. She was clearly trying to sneak out, but the loose floorboard squeaked loudly and exposed her.
“What are you doing?”
“Um…. Sorry to wake you, I know it’s early, but I think it’s time for me to go. I… did stupid shit coming here and ….”
“What about starting over?”
“About what?” her eyes grew wide in confusion
“You said it yesterday. Something about starting off the wrong foot and wanting to make it better.”
“Right.” She bit on her bottom lip, eyes fixed on the floor “I guess I did.”
“How about I make you breakfast for starters? And we can talk while at it?”
“You cook?”
“Yeah, I’m not really a sissy in case you didn’t notice.”
“What’s on the menu?” she raised an eyebrow, daring him.
“Me?” he smirked and turned around making her laugh. Probably for the first time since they knew each other. “What?”
“You just can’t help yourself, can you? I’ll settle for pancakes if you’re up for a challenge”
“Oh, it’s on. “
***
It was something new for both of them. They ate. They laughed. They talked. A real ice breaker in their relation.
“You are so different than you seem at first glance, you know Todd.” She mumbled, chewing on the pancake. He wasn’t lying. He was a really capable cook.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he raised an eyebrow. “I am a mean, heartbreaking bad boy. And don’t you ever think differently.”
“Sure, Todd. Sure.” Y/N smiled lightly, her eyes landing straight on his face “wouldn’t dare. I’m just saying that, perhaps, I misjudged you. I mean, Jane Austen?”
“What?” that caught his attention. So… this wasn’t just a  dream?
“You left the book on your nightstand. Honestly, Emma  was not my favorite of her works. Anyway, thanks for the free food, but I really have to go now. Much to do. “
“It’s Saturday.”
“So what? I am a busy girl. “
“with what exactly.”
“none of your….” She started but then sighed deeply, shaking head and realizing she promised to do better “family business, to  say the least.”
“Fine by me. Can I at least get a kiss goodbye?”
“Stop pushing it.” She warned, one foot out the door “see you around, Todd.”
***
“How the fuck did you find me?!” her angered voice echoed through the empty hangar
“Y/N….” the man who called upon her cooed mockingly “Y/n, y/n, y/n….. my little sweet girl. Did you really think you can escape me? By running back to Gotham?” he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes up “I got you right where I want you.”
“I’m not  interested in whatever proposition you may have for me.” She yanked herself free “never was, never will be.”
“How about I convince you otherwise?”
***
She was so done. 
Tired and stressed by both building the new future and being haunted by the past and people. 
Fucking Saturday. A day of relax damn it. Left her broken and exhausted more than any other shitty day of the work week.
And to add up to that, there was something laying on her doormat. A little piece of paper with barely a few words on it.
“Oh, what now?!” she scoffed bending down and picking it up. Honestly she was expecting another death threat from Madison or …. someone else, but it was a note from her neighbor.
Still fancy that wine I owe you?
She smirked to herself and without any hesitation, moved to the door to her right. Jason opened them almost immediately, as if he was waiting for her to show up.
“Mind if I come in?” Y/N tilted her head, playing with the note
“Not at all, sunshine.”
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First Kiss with Harvey
@nectar33n requested Harvey first so here goes. I’m not sure if you wanted canon or non-canon or if you wanted a female or male or nonbinary Farmer. I’m going with canon/female Farmer. I wrote a freakin’ novel so spoilers... haha! Once I started, I couldn’t stop. Hope you don’t mind. 
It was the morning of the surprise. Harvey set his alarm for 5am. He knew the Farmer was an early riser, but he wasn’t sure how early. The night before he tossed and turned in bed. He was nervous. Not because of the height of the hot air balloon ride, but because he hoped beyond hope that today would be the day. Today he would confess his true feelings to the Farmer, the woman who stole his whole heart. 
As a doctor, Harvey knew he could not survive without his heart. Logically. If she rejected him, he wasn’t sure how he would survive, except that he wanted her to be happy. And then it would be awkward at two thousand feet above ground if she said no. 
Argh! Harvey had been paranoid about missing his alarm, and so he woke up at a half past four. It was much too early, but he slipped his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. Laying his head back against the pillow, he tried a self-soothing technique that had worked for years. Deep breath in. Hold. One. Two. Three. Four. Exhale. 
After ten more deep breaths, his heart rate slowed. Still, when he tucked his arm behind his head, he saw only five minutes had passed. The time mocked him, the little red digital light aggravating his brain. Grunting once more, he resolved to get up, and mustered strength to swing his legs over the bed, one at a time. 
It was too late to take it back. His invitation. He scribbled a note on a piece of memo paper from his doctor’s pad, asking the Farmer to join him right before dawn for a surprise. If he went back now, he would look like an idiot. He already felt stupid staking out her place to make sure she was in for the night before he timidly slipped the note in the mailbox. 
Perhaps he should have thought it through more and used pretty stationary. Like the kind she always slipped in with her homemade jar of pickles. His heart always skipped a little beat when he saw a fresh jar waiting for him outside the Clinic in the morning. A sign she was thinking of him. 
Or when she dropped by on blustery afternoons to bring him coffee, always when he was fading the most. The little hearts she drew on the cup sleeve brightened his days and mindset. Somehow she just knew he needed a pick-me-up. It was a sixth sense. As a man of science, he didn’t always trust the mystical, what others described as “gut feelings.” And yet, Farmer made him want to believe in a deeper connection to the soul, and to a Higher Power. 
Farmer always checked the mail first thing. He liked that about her. She had her routines. He had his own. Predictable, and yet open to surprises. She shared with him once. With that same little head-tilt and charming smile that could sweep a man off his feet. Or in Harvey’s case stumble over his own two feet. He winced as he tripped into the bathroom and flicked on the light, wishing he had the sense to slid his toes into slippers before padding around in the dead of night. 
Reaching for the shower handles, he turned the water to scalding hot. The heat would relax him. He liked it to feel like a sauna. His apartment above the office was modest, small, just big enough for him. No space for a bathtub, but he didn’t mind. He was usually in a hurry. Harvey yanked his black tee shirt over his head. The mirror was already fogging. He stared into the glass after wiping away some of the steam. His eyes looked tired. His hair was wild. And he could have sworn he saw a wrinkle near his forehead. 
Perhaps he was selfish to ask her to be his girlfriend. She deserved someone younger. Someone who could keep up with her endless energy. Someone who wasn’t so preoccupied and could help out more around the farm. He wasn’t a “spring chicken.” He hoped the age gap wouldn’t bother her, and he assured himself that it never had before. She even confessed once that she was attracted to older men after one too many pale ales at the Saloon. 
Removing his pajama bottoms and boxers, Harvey stepped into the shower before he changed his mind. He was older, but he was no slouch. He worked out once a week with the ladies - good cardio at Caroline’s studio. And he took walks once a day all over the village, sometimes twice a day if he was facing a particularly challenging medical problem. Sometimes Farmer joined him, and he grew to like her company. No, he ruffled shampoo through his hair, he grew to love her company. 
Even with doctor-patient confidentiality in a tiny town where everyone knew everyone, Harvey could still vaguely discuss different issues he faced. She listened intently, engaged in the conversation, offering an encouraging head nod or smile as needed. He could tell she liked to listen to him talk, even when he felt like he was rambling. Her eyes shone. 
Harvey puffed his chest out a little with pride as he soaped up, thinking about his mother’s insistence that he take vocal lessons as a teen. Learning Latin for mass (which helped in medical school) and singing tenor (for the ladies) paid off. His patients often said he possessed a soothing voice and kind bedside manner. Or one very special lady. He smiled to himself as he stepped from the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. 
A half hour later, dressed, everything packed into a picnic basket, Harvey padded over to his kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. Even the particular brand of beans reminded him of Farmer. She grew a coffee plant just for him in her greenhouse so he could have his favorites year-round, and roasted the beans with the help of Gus at the Saloon. Her thoughtfulness knew no bounds. 
A steady rap at the door downstairs startled him. Harvey glanced at the clock. Almost 5:45 a.m. He had checked the paper so he knew the sun would rise at ten after six. Was she early? He plucked his cell phone from his shirt pocket, but it did not reveal a text message. Harvey slid into his familiar brown loafers and walked downstairs. 
“Evelyn?” 
His eyes widened with surprise to see his elderly neighbor standing on his doorstep. She was bundled up warm in her typical red coat and the pair of black leather gloves her husband George had purchased to help her poor circulation. Her smile told him he had nothing to worry about, but he couldn’t help himself. 
“Is everything okay with George?” he asked, stepping aside so she could step into the clinic. 
George was one of his most temperamental patients, and frequently didn’t listen to his advice. It had taken almost two years for George to trust Harvey as a doctor. And even then, he grumbled about asking for help. 
“Yes, yes,” Evelyn said. “He’s still sleeping like a log. The machine you suggested though does cut back on his snoring. I barely hear it anymore.” 
She removed her gloves. Harvey nodded. 
“I’m glad it was useful for him. How can I help you?” 
“I saw your light. And I was up anyhow.” 
She reached into her bag, revealing wrapped hot bread. Freshly baked. Evelyn told him she often rolled doughs when she had trouble sleeping. 
“I thought,” her blue eyes twinkled. “You and the Farm Girl would appreciate this.” 
“How?” he ran a hand through his hair. “...did you?” 
She smirked. “I’m not psychic, Doc. I just know you. And you were running all over town this past week making special preparations for a ‘special’ date with a ‘special’ someone.” 
Harvey’s face relaxed into a smile. “Oh I was that obvious?” He chuckled ruefully. “I guess, I was.”
“Relax, Doc, she’s going to say yes,” Evelyn said, reaching up to tap his shoulder. “After all, you’re quite the catch.”
At her words, Harvey felt his cheeks grow hot. Evelyn meant well. She truly was a “Granny” to the entire town. He managed a meek “thank you” and waved, watching to make sure she made it back to her home across the square. When he saw her residence light turn on, Harvey returned inside the clinic. Reaching for his coat, he buttoned up, grabbed his basket of goodies, and tucked Evelyn’s bread inside before stepping back out. 
A quick twenty minute jaunt up the hill, Harvey reached the railroad crossing in no time. His heart felt light, even if his stomach felt full of knots. Evelyn wished him well, but could she really know the Farmer would say yes? As he was twisting the toe of his shoe in the dusty ground, wondering if he would “chicken” out, Harvey heard a gentle, familiar voice calling to him. 
Instantly, he felt his shoulders relax. He turned to wave at her, then wondered if he was grinning like an idiot. If he was, she didn’t seem to mind. She walked toward him briskly, smiling brightly herself. Today she wore a soft green blouse and jean skirt, matching jacket, and her famous knee-high brown boots. As she drew close, he could even tell she had applied makeup - a little mascara, eyeshadow, and eyeliner. Perhaps even a light lip gloss. His heart skipped two beats. She always looked good, no matter what she was wearing, but he could tell she made an effort for him. 
“How’s my favorite doctor?” she asked, reaching his side. 
“Good, and you’re right on time,” he cleared his throat, hoping she couldn’t sense his nervousness. 
“Oh for what? What is this surprise?” she inquired, eagerly, rubbing her hands together. 
Without thinking, he reached over and took her hands in his own to warm them. He grimaced, almost immediately regretting it. His palms were sweaty. She would know he was anxious. 
And yet, she looked up at him, surprise registering in her eyes, but her expression was welcoming. “Oh thank you. I should’ve worn gloves.” 
“You can wear mine,” he offered, starting to remove them one at a time. 
“No,” she grinned, shaking her head. “This is better.” Her fingers interlocked with his, and she squeezed gently. 
He straightened and cleared his throat again, knowing with almost certainty that pink had breached his cheeks. “Look here it comes,” he pointed to the sky. 
His anxiety levels skyrocketed as he realized this was the moment as the hot air balloon descended into the open field. However, her excited grip around his fingers and the look of pure joy on her face made him so happy. Harvey wanted her to be happy. 
“Are you surprised?” 
“Oh my! Yes!” she exclaimed, temporarily releasing his hand to clap her own. “But aren’t you afraid of heights, Harvey?” 
YES! He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. It wouldn’t exactly be manly. And he would never live it down. His heart pounded wildly. The way she said his name, with kindness and concern, helped him catch his breath. Harvey somehow managed to express himself, sharing about how he wanted this to be special for her as she had never ridden in a hot air balloon before. And he had seen the ad and knew he just had to surprise her. She was always doing things for him, going out of her way, and he wanted to repay her consistent kindness. 
Marcello, their guide, gave detailed instructions about where to stand, how to operate the balloon, what to do in case of emergencies. Harvey had stayed up nearly all night three nights in a row last week researching rental companies with the highest safety ratings. He muttered this, and to his dismay, the Farmer heard, but she just smiled and told him how much she appreciated his thoroughness. 
Harvey offered her a hand as they stepped into the basket. He thought his heart would leap out of his chest. Her grip was reassuring. She didn’t let go until he was securely in the basket and by her side. She flexed her fingers and he realized perhaps he had been gripping too hard. 
“Oh sorry,” he mumbled. 
“No, it’s okay,” she said. “I am happy to be here with you, and I know you’re nervous. To be honest...” she tilted her head to the side. “I am too.” 
“Really?” he hated how his voice squeaked. He cleared his throat and repeated. “Oh really!” 
“Yes, but I’m excited too, like...” she grabbed his hand again and laid it against her chest around her left breast. 
He flushed, realizing this was the closest he had ever been to them. 
“Butterflies!” 
They both said in unison, and then laughed awkwardly. He dropped his hand quickly, feeling it improper to linger, even though her heartbeat felt nice. 
“You ready?” she asked. 
He gulped and nodded. “Yeah, I’m determined not to let my fears hold me back. I want to experience this with you.” 
“Me too,” she nodded. 
As they lifted off the ground, his jaw dropped open and his eyes widened. This was really happening. They had left the safety of earth behind for the unknown expanse of the sky. He couldn’t take it back now. He coughed and rubbed his jaw a bit, hoping she thought he was trembling because of the cold and not fear. 
“I’ll... uh... try... not to get scared,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair, and flushed hard, realizing he said the words aloud.
“Wow... you can see so far into the Valley already!” she exclaimed. 
He had squeezed his eyes shut during take-off and ascent. Nervously, he released his hands from the sides of his head. In the distance, the sky faded from black to blue to a soft purply-pink. 
“I thought I’d be scared too,” she shared. “But then I saw this view and relaxed.” 
Harvey wished that was all it took for him to calm down. He held the sides of his head, feeling like his heart might burst through his temples.  Then he remembered that he forgot the basket of breakfast... 1700 feet below. Could he be any more absent-minded? His fears... (or was it her hand?) had distracted him. He swallowed, thinking about her hand.
As if on cue, she looked up at him.
 “Here,” she reached for his hand once more and squeezed. “I promise I won’t let go.”
He could kiss her. He wanted to. So badly. But he wanted his pulse to slow down first so he wouldn't trip into her mouth. She always knew just what to do or say to make him feel at ease. A kiss wouldn’t be appropriate yet. We’re not even dating really. I need to tell her how I feel if I can bring myself to look at her. 
“Harvey?” she said, her voice sounding worried.
He squeezed his eyes open and looked down, but the terror flooded right back in. Before he could stop himself, he closed the few feet between them and dropped into her arms for a hug. A hug was okay. Right? This is okay? I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. He repeated to himself.  
“You’re more than okay,” she whispered. 
He almost wondered if he actually heard her right. Did he actually say “I’m okay, okay, okay” aloud? “Wha? What? We’re up so high,” he gulped. 
He felt so dumb. A man of a his age unable to handle heights, clinging to the woman he wanted to be his girlfriend like he was a baby. She’s gonna think I’m such a wimp. He felt dismayed. He could handle blood, guts, puke, sweat, and all sorts of bodily fluids, but heights? Why did I think this was a good idea? 
“Harvey?” she lifted her arms to hug him in return. 
Whether intentional or not, she was stroking the back of his coat. 
“I wanted to impress you with this, but look at me!” he exclaimed burying his head in shame on her shoulder. “I’m a trembling coward.” 
“Harvey?” she repeated his name with such tenderness. “You’re not a coward.” 
“I’m not?” he pulled his head back, shock registering in his eyes as he connected with her gaze. 
He saw nothing but admiration there. 
“You’re definitely not. Harvey, I’ve seen you rescue injured people from rock slides and descend into unstable mines to pull out lost hikers. That’s not cowardly. That’s really brave.”
“What? I... uh...” he stammered.
“And you dove into the sea to rescue those little kids who got swept away by the waves during a sudden summer storm. You didn’t stop to think about your own safety. You just took the plunge.” 
“I... I... guess I did. You helped too. And you frequent the mines way more often than I do. You have more than enough bravery for the both of us.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Doctor Harvey. You do a lot of things that most people wouldn’t because you care about your patients and about the safety of the lives of those around you. It’s a really admirable quality about you,” she encouraged sweetly. 
“You do such nice things for everyone too, like helping bring supplies to the Shadow People camps deep in the underground. That’s really brave. It’s part of why I like you so much,” he continued, and bit his lip, trying desperately to stay focused on the sky in front of him rather than the slowly disappearing ground below. “I’m just not sure...” 
“And today you planned this romantic surprise for me even though you are clearly terrified of heights.”
“Romantic?” he squeaked.
She furrowed her brow. “Oh am I misinterpreting?” 
Harvey squeezed her hand. “No,” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t let go.” 
She leaned into his shoulder, not only returning the hand squeeze, but wrapping her other arm around his from the side. Her hair smelled like jasmine. They stood side by side, and little by little, he felt his pulse slowing. He began to enjoy the peacefulness, the quiet of the air, the coolness of the breeze against his cheeks, the comfort of her presence. 
“I think I can enjoy it now,” he said after a few minutes of silence as he tried to think of what to say next. 
To tell her how he felt. He wasn’t a poet like Elliott or a songwriter like Sebastian and Sam. He didn’t have the adorable chickens she loved like Shane did, but he did enjoy a good fried egg every once in a while. And he definitely didn’t have the physique of the semi-pro athlete like Alex. He wasn’t the most eligible bachelor in Pelican Town. That alone nearly prevented him from planning this surprise for the Farmer today. He needed to stop comparing himself to others. He conquered this fear. He took the step into the basket and managed this far. Maybe he could manage the next step too. 
“Oh... this is incredible,” he laughed nervously. “I think I can even see Mayor Lewis standing in town square.” 
“Where?” she asked, leaning forward a little. 
Without thinking, Harvey yanked her back to his side. He wrapped an arm around her, and snuggled her against his chest protectively. He couldn’t see her face because he was blushing hard. Why did I do that? He opened his mouth to speak when she suddenly shushed him. He frowned, only momentarily, but then saw what captured her attention. A flock of geese flying in a V flapped in unison by their balloon. It was a majestic sight against the backdrop of the rising sun. Oh! He found the courage to speak from his heart. 
“Uh... Farm Girl?” 
“Yes, Doc?” 
He gulped. “Uh... we’ve known each other for quite a while now and uh...” 
It’s now or never, man. Times almost up! 
“I...” he could feel the sweat pouring down the sides of his face, even if it was cold at altitude. 
She gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen. Her eyes were full of admiration, encouragement, and dare he hope? Love? She leaned forward, removing any semblance of space between them, placing her hands against his chest. He felt a lump in his throat where the words were stuck. 
“I... love... you too,” she whispered, finishing the words for him. 
With two hands firmly placed on her upper arms, he leaned down, closed his eyes, and kissed her for the first time. Her lips were sweet, slightly chapped from sun and wind, but she tasted like... strawberries. His favorite fruit. He wondered if that was intentional. His senses grew hazy as he heard her sigh “finally” and he nearly lost all control. Her hands found their way behind his back and she pressed her torso against his, and his own hands slid further down her arms and around her delicate waist. He could hardly believe this was happening. 
“I’ve... loved you... for so long,” he managed between kisses. “I... never dreamed...” 
“Neither did I,” she said sweetly, reaching up for his neck, pulling him back to her lips eagerly. “I’ve wanted to kiss you... for so long.” 
“I...” he couldn’t think clearly. 
She was showing him new heights. His kisses deepened. He nearly forgot where they were as he continued with fervor. She seemed to enthusiastically return his desire, matching his speed and intensity with her own. Her legs brushed against his, and he felt weak. It had been so long since he felt this way, if ever. His knees threatened to buckle under the fog of passion, but he pulled back first, as the gentleman in him realized he needed to do something first.
“Will you... be... my girlfriend?” Harvey wanted to make it official. 
“Yes, will you be my boyfriend?” she asked, her eyelashes fluttering happily. 
Harvey never expected to feel so touched by hearing those words. “Yes.” 
He sealed his answer with a kiss. “Yes,” he repeated. 
“I love you, Harvey,” she sighed dreamily and leaned her head against his chest once more. “I am so happy right now.”
Harvey felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to swat them away, as the heights still unnerved him and he didn’t want to let go of her. He didn’t want to let go of her ever. He calmed himself with a deep breath or two before replying. After a tender kiss to the top of her head, he said, “Me too.” 
❤️
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imagines--galore · 2 years ago
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I have another request to ask and idk if I want it to be stephen strange or zuko so you choose your pick lmao
Reader whose sleep deprived and gets super giggly and makes awful jokes/pickup lines but then messes it up badly. Tripping on stuff in their shared bedroom in the dark
Totally not based off of a video I recorded when I was sleep deprived.... i walked into the room like "you awake?" "Unfortunately" and then tried saying that stupid pickup line of someone being a meal but instead it came out as "who (wheezes) who needs a meal. Who-wh- who. Who needs dinner when you got a whole ass meal in your bed" proceeds to trip and faceplant
Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: Okay, but I had the perfect idea for this for Dr. Strange and I couldn't help writing this :3
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The car lurched to a stop, prompting you to nearly fall forward from where you had been dozing against the window of the cab. Mumbling incoherently under your breath, you quickly fumbled with the cash, paying the driver the required amount before stepping out of the vehicle.
Your feet ached with every step. You had just come off a nearly sixty hour shift at the hospital, during which you had barely had any time to sleep. Whatever caffeine you had ingested had long since worked out of your system and now you could feel your body beginning to crash.
Though it seemed to still effect your system as you stumbled into the Sanctum, the doors locking automatically behind you. Dragging yourself up the stairs, you managed to reach your room and stepped in.
Dropping your bag on a table beside the door, you shoved off your shoes, almost tripping over your own feet. The act prompted you to giggle to yourself, and given that it was dark, you very nearly took down the small table next to you.
"Oh, I'm sorry." You managed to slur to the inanimate object as your phone pinged with a message once it connected to the wifi. "Shh..." You shushed the device. "Not so loud, Stephen's sleeping." You whispered to the phone as you managed to put the device on silent. However your fumbling around in the dark was enough to rouse your fiancée, who slowly sat up, blinking away the sleep in his eyes as he switched on the side lamp.
You blinked at the sudden light, a smile brightening your face as you waved at the half-naked man asleep in the bed. "Hi honey." You managed to work the words out despite the huge yawn that had you muffling them with a hand to your mouth. Stephan glanced at the clock. "You're still awake?" He asked as you walked over to your drawer and began rooting through the jumbled clothes inside to try and find something to wear for the night.
You hummed. "Unfortunately." Finding a shirt, you held it up in a triumphant gesture, prompting Stephen to smile at you as you began to remove your clothes en route to the bathroom, throwing the garments behind you as you went. Normally you would pick them up, but once you stepped out after washing up a little, you merely stepped over the clothes, kicking your shirt out of the way as you went. Stephen was still up, having started to read some sort of book while he waited for you.
Another huge yawn, one you didn't bother covering, echoed in the room as Stephen watched you fumble with the charger for your phone. "You need to stop volunteering yourself for unnecessary shifts." You shook your head. "They needed all the nurses Stephen. Some major car pile up on the highway." You explained as you moved to down an entire glass of water.
You head was still swimming with the combination of sleep deprivation and copious amounts of coffee as you stood there smiling dopely at the Sorcerer Supreme. "I think its best that you get in bed now. I can bring you something to eat if you'd like?" He moved as if he were about to stand, but a quick shake of your head had him stopping.
"Who would want something to eat with you in the bed?" Your words were slurred and almost incoherent as you tried to take a step towards the bed.
Try being the keyword here.
It didn't help that your feet got tangled in the very shirt you had kicked away and you fell to the floor face first. The impact had you groaning in pain as you immediately felt Stephen beside you, helping you up.
"Woops. I fell." You mumbled as he looked over you, making sure you hadn't hurt yourself. Stephen hummed. "Yes, you did. Perhaps its time you sleep then." You pouted. "Nooooo......." You moaned, throwing your head back and allowing yourself to slump against your lover. "No sleep. Want sexy time."
A deep chuckle sounded in the room as the man looked down at your pouting lip and wide pleading eyes with an affectionate smile. "I'll make you a deal. Lie down in bed and start reciting the Hippocratic Oath. If you get through the whole thing, we'll do whatever you want." He was referring to the oath every physician took, and though you would probably recite the short version, he knew you wouldn't be able to get through it.
You giggled. "Ooooooooo bringing a little doctor-nurse roleplay into the bedroom? Didn't know you preferred it that way Stephen." Standing up with his help, you climbed into bed, flopping down on your side with a loud moan. "God bless the person who invented mattresses." You mumbled as you snuggled deeper into the softness.
Stephen climbed in next to you as you turned your head so you could look at him. You shifted to settle against his side as his finger gently stroked through your hair.
Your lips began to mumble the oath, but with each passing word your eyes drooped heavily and sleep beckoned you, until finally, not even half done with the first sentence, you were fast asleep.
Stephen grinned. You would definitely be annoyed at having fallen for his trick to get you to sleep, but he knew you would appreciate him getting you to sleep. You could be a little irrational when sleep-deprived.
But seeing you act like you did a few minutes ago? It would all be worth it.
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normiematsu · 1 year ago
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thinking more thoughts about vampire yuucho 🤓
in this au i think yuu would be a barmaid eventually turned Regular Maid lol. the first time she encounters the matsunovs its closing up and walking home and everyone (but especially choro) gives her the Stare from the shadows of an alleyway while shes just like 🚶‍♀️💨
they keep having Almost Interactions in the dead of night and it kind of freaks her out. finally choro cant take it anymore and drops off a letter at her door... yuu finds it in the morning and its a call for a live in housekeeper........! the specifications are pretty vague - whoever sent this is just looking for someone to keep the place clean while the owners take a trip overseas for an extended period of time. seems a little sus but the pay is well over twice what she makes at the bar AND no more close calls walking home in the middle of the night?! so she's like lmaooooo bye and packs up her stuff and arrives at... matsunov manor.
just like the letter said it appears there's nobody here - but it does look lived in so it probably wasn't a trick...? since there's no one else there it's pretty easy to finish her chore list every day and still have time to go out to town for a few hours every day. falling into a daily routine comes easily, and she sleeps soundly enough at night that she doesn't notice the sounds of someone (or something) moving around at night... but it does bother her that sometimes she wakes up and things look like they've been messed with overnight. but that's just her imagination right? her pay always arrives on time, and the manor has nice amenities, so she can't bring herself to quit... she keeps trying to convince herself that she's definitely here by herself...
until one night, where she wakes up well past midnight and wants a glass of water. she makes her way through the maze of hallways and staircases that lead to the kitchen. where she finds.....
not one, but five men hanging out in one of the lounges 😨 and she can see that they've all got prominent fangs and pointed ears... cue huge freakout and her trying to fight them all in a cartoonish chase sequence. eventually they all grab hold of her and are like WE CAN EXPLAIN and she's losing her shit because THERE ARE VAMPIRES HOLDING ME DOWN AND THEYRE SO FAWKING STRONG HELLO? ARE THEY GOING TO SUCK ALL MY BLOOD? HELPPPP
they all blame it on choro immediately lmfao. he steps out from a dark corner in the room and sheepishly explains that he wanted to get to know her better, totally not eat her, and he couldn't think of a better way to do it since he can't go out in the daytime 🤦‍♀️
the whole scenario is so unbelievable all yuu can ask is "so the owners aren't away traveling?" and the matsunovs are like erm... we're the owners. this is our house. "and... you definitely aren't going to kill me or suck my blood...?" we were going to at first but this place was lowkey a disaster until you showed up and choromatiu likes you so if anyone sucks your blood it's gonna him. "EXCUSE ME"
all that and she doesn't leave tho. bc the pay is too good. she's simply accepted her fate as the live in housekeeper/plaything to the local vampire family. she starts doing some of the housework at night so they can get to know her better. also she cant stop staring at choro now that she knows hes into her
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izumi-fanclub · 2 years ago
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A3! Event Story Translation “SSR Family” [ Epilogue ]
Enough excuses, enough delay, here it is.
Konomi’s wedding is finally over, just in time for taruchi’s anniversary stream.
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Itaru Phew…
Chikage Mission accomplished, I take it.
Sakuya Welcome back! How’d the wedding go?
Itaru I’m drained as hell. Ah, Juza, I got you some goodies to munch on.
Juza Baumkuchen?* Thanks.
Izumi Was the wedding ceremony in a church?
Itaru Yep. Seems like sis called the shots on it. The church had some pretty gorgeous stained glass and everything.
Izumi Woaahh! That sounds really lovely~.
Citron I want to attend such a church as well!
Tsuzuru Don’t you mean hold a wedding ceremony in one?
Chikage If one of the Spring Troupe members ever get married, we’ll all be there.
Masumi I’ll only have the director there, not any of you.
Citron Oh!? We will be on the lookout outside then!
Masumi But if it’s the wedding reception, I wouldn’t mind handing out invites.
Itaru We’d definitely need a family table for our seating.
Masumi I’ll have an original movie screened of how I met the director at the reception. (Roughly 2 and a half hours.)*
Tsuzuru That’s longer than a feature-length film.
Chikage Sounds like an authentic documentary.
Masumi The company will then hold a Spring Troupe original based on my meeting with the director up till now.
Tsuzuru A performance on top of a damn movie?!
Chikage How many times can we even be shown the same song and dance?
Sakuya Ahaha.
Itaru Then again, it’s also a bit weird having a brother-in-law.
Tsuzuru Yeah, I get what you mean. My second brother’s married, too, whenever my sister-in-law drops by, I get a little nervous. Might be because my siblings are just a bunch of dudes, not a single sister in sight.
Izumi Do you think you’ll get along with your brother-in-law?
Itaru At first I was tense cause he felt like too much of a normie, until I found out he kept getting his ass handed to him every day in the game I lent him. So I’m coaching him in online play about once a week so he’d stop taking Ls. You get to bond with someone fast when chatting together while gaming.
Tsuzuru It’s kind of like communicating in a way only you can do through games.
Itaru Gaming’s the best communication tool out there. Masumi and I even had a heart-to-heart moment during his performance as Alex.*
Masumi We barely broke the ice.
Itaru That’s right, speaking of games,《taruchi》is gonna have his 7th anniversary stream next weekend.
Tsuzuru Talk about sudden.
Itaru Senpai’s overseas business trip schedule lands on that weekend. I’ll ping the whole company in our LIME chat about Room 103 on Saturday and Sunday. Thanks for not disturbing.
Sakuya You’re gonna play Kniroun VII with challenges set, right? I’ll tune in on the stream.
Itaru Ah, I had VII in mind at first but I ended up going with a different numbering.
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Itaru Sleep— check, food— check, water— check, backup equipment in case of emergencies— check. Alright, let’s do this. …
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《taruchi》 Good evening. Since it’s the 7th anniversary, I’ll talk about some memories I’ve had of my activities before I go on. I was actually planning to play Kniroun VII since it’s my 7th anniv active. But in the spirit of looking back on memory lane, I’ve decided to just do an endurance stream of the remastered version of Kniroun I that I played in my first ever stream. By the way, I’m not running away cause the challenge set is hella hard. Don’t jump to conclusions. Ah, I’ve kept most of the archives from my early days private cause I cringe at it. It’s gaining traction from people today, but back then it was completely dry and lonely. Fr, fr. The oldest viewer I had was this interesting person, kind of a hater, really. That user hasn’t commented in a while. I was able to do my best since there’s someone who’s there to watch, even if it’s just one. That person has led me to where I am today and I’m grateful for it all. Hey, that listener back then! You living life happily these days?
Itaru …Hm?
Nomin “Pretty happy.”
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Itaru (lets out a small laugh to himself.)
Story Clear!
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----T/N----
A baumkuchen cake is akin to a bundt cake, in other words, think of a donut shaped cake.
Yes, he did say this with parentheses in his dialogue box.
This is a reference to a scene in the Event play “Alex/Boy Alice In Wonderland” wherein Masumi and Itaru open up to each other while playing against each other in an arcade.
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sabraeal · 1 year ago
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In Plain Sight, Chapter 7
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Obiyukiweek 2023, Day 4: Rejection
Silence falls so thick over the line that even the fuzz from Obi’s side blots out; a total eclipse of sound. It doesn’t click, not the way it does when a call’s been lost-- or worse, severed completely from the other end-- but Shirayuki’s heart pounds so loud in her ears that she can’t trust whether or not she would have heard it if it did. Maybe she’s just been standing here for minutes, holding onto a call long over while paperwork’s churning to make her into someone else’s problem, someone who knows how to deal with a girl who can’t—
“Sorry, Miss.” The word breathlessly fans into static; she’s so happy to hear him that she forgets to flinch. “Connection must have gotten dropped there. Who is this fiancé of yours?”
“You.”
“Ahh...so I did hear that right,” he mutters wearily. “And you’re sure that it’s...? I mean, your neighbors, they think I’m...?”
“Martha-- Mrs Kino, I mean-- she talked to the movers--” Obi groans, a really, terribly distracting noise-- “and she said that they said that when they were hired, it was a man on the phone. And since I don’t have a job lined up, she assumed...?”
Someone had to be paying for it. Not many people would jump to Uncle Sam.
“Right, right.” A sigh fizzles over the phone. “You’ve got a real nosy neighbor there, Miss.”
“I’m sorry.” The mattress at her back is the perfect firmness, but at times like these she wishes it were enough to swallow her whole. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“No, no. It’s not your fault.” At least this time he sounds amused as well as put out. “That’s just how they make ‘em out here in the greatest state in the union. It’s not like we send you out into the world with top class espionage skills so you can trick the grandma next door.”
No, but she doubts Agent Anda would be pleased to know she tripped right out of the starting gate. “I know, but still. I’ve become a real handful, and I’m sure you’d rather be--”
“Trust me, Miss.” She feels rather than hears the drop in his voice, hitting the register that makes every hair stand up on end. A shiver courses down her spine, and it’s strange that it feels so...good. “Handling you is the highlight of my day. I just always thought I’d be taken out to dinner first. You know, before any marriage proposals.”
“Oh.” She probably shouldn’t be so breathless on what’s, ostensibly, a professional phone call. “Right. Did you want--?”
“Is that all your neighbor knows?”
She blinks. “Um...?”
“That there was a man who hired the movers,” he clarifies, the distant sound of clacking keys filling the silence his voice doesn’t. “I helped you into the house on the first day, did she indicate that I must be your husband, or...?”
“Uh, I don’t...think so?” Though Martha Kino seems like the exact sort of woman who might sit on that sort of information, if only to pull it out as a cute story at a baby shower. “I told them I moved in on my own. You’re supposed to be on a business trip.”
It’s luck and the last shred of her common sense that manages to swallow, and a very good kisser too. It’s bad enough that she can’t forget his stint as Hot Airport Boyfriend, but him knowing she can’t? What pride she has shrivels just thinking about it.
“Right. Right, okay.” His voice gains solid footing now, picking up speed as he tells her, “Don’t worry, Miss. Just let me handle it. I know the perfect husband material.”
*
The sun’s still up when Shirayuki jolts awake, her mouth dry and sticky and tasting like something might have crawled in and died. A terrible beat drums right behind her temples; when she levers up to her elbows, it pounds loud enough her head swims.
Ah, right, water. She needs to hydrate. Because she drank her weight in margaritas at lunch. Aspen may have a face that could be committed to stained glass, radiant halo and all, but those cocktails of hers— well, if any of the folk around here held with the idea that demons could come to you in the guise of an angel, two drinks of that stuff would be proof positive. It’s been years since she’s had anything but a single glass of the fruitiest, most mixed drink at the bar, and yet she’d been tempted into not just one of those margaritas, but—
Shirayuki blinks against the throbbing behind her eyes. Two, wasn’t it? One when she first sat down, another when the sweet tea was just a little too sweet for her tastes. Enough to flirt with her limits, but not dip over-- at least, not at the backyard barbecues back home, or lab happy hours. But maybe now that the humidity could take the Feels Like temperature over three digits, her well-known tipping point has inched itself a little closer to the starting line.
It’d be the best explanation for how terrible her mouth tastes. Shirayuki had never been much of a drinker, not even in her grad school days, but there’s been at least a morning or two where she’s woken up after just one drink too many, and well, it has a flavor just like this. But with only a pre-dinner nap, she can’t have earned this one, not when she couldn’t have possibly had anymore, not after—
Oh god, she told all of them that she had a fiancé. Not just any fiancé, of course, oh not, but a tall, tanned, expert kisser, and she…
Here. Aspen’s angel smile bares teeth. Looks like you might need one of these for the road.
Ah, well. That would definitely explain that. At least it’s nothing a good, carb-heavy dinner couldn’t fix, once the room stopped sloshing at the edges.
With a groan, Shirayuki drags herself upright, wincing at the light leaking through the edges of the blind. Can’t have been sleeping for long if it’s still that bright—
Something slips from the folds of her sheets, clattering onto the floor. Ah, her phone. Of course. Because she’d gotten in the door, and Obi’s sixth sense for trouble must have tingled. He’d called in just to check in, and she…
Shirayuki blinks down at her pillow, at the damp patch where she must have drooled, and— and she doesn’t remember ending the call. Only that one moment she was talking, and the next she was waking up, this foul taste in her mouth. Which could only mean that he— no, that she—
She’d just fallen asleep, mid-call. Like she was some— some small child who wandered off to nap. Oh, she can just imagine the way he’ll grin the next time she sees him, all his long limbs folded over her counter, saying something like, at your size I’m not surprised you need a little nap to make it through the day. And he’ll look at her all sly, all casual, like he wants her to circle the whole of the kitchen to step on his toes, to bunch his shirt in her fists and tell him just what someone her size can do. He’ll look at her like an invitation because—
Oh god, because he’s supposed to. That’s how fiancés look when they’re in their lover’s house. Like they belong.
Her head crashes into the cradle of her palms. Less than a week ago, Shirayuki couldn’t even see the appeal of a kiss, and now here she is, thinking about putting her hands on some— some stranger in hopes he might bend down and let her figure out whether her first try was some fluke, or— or something else. Something almost as terrifying as being hustled out of her home in the dead of night and told that if she wanted to live to see thirty, she’d need to be someone else.
It’s…a lot. Too much. And now he’s her fiancé on top of it all, because she’s never bothered to learn that real life doesn’t give extra credit just for choosing to make it harder.
A sigh slips from her as she crouches, just enough to rescue her phone from where it’s skittered under the bedskirt, and— ah, not the best idea. Not when she’s clearly a few hours out from her last sip of something non-alcoholic. But she’s come too far to turn back now. Oma didn’t raise a quitter.
She didn’t raise a lightweight either, but that’s apparently what she’s got; Shirayuki gets to her knees, trying to get her hand around the edge of the case, and ugh, her stomach rolls up toward her throat, bile burning in the back of her throat, and—
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. The case beats a soft tattoo against her fingers, muffled but where the screen’s pressed to the floor, and when she flips the screen up, Sugar Daddy blazes across her notifications. meet here @ 11
Sitting back on her heels— ugh, bleh, that position’s not much better— Shirayuki squints into the glare. She can’t possibly be reading that right. Eleven? Tonight? It’s about the mission, she’s sure, it’s just—
It would look bad, wouldn’t it? A young woman slipping out of her house that close to midnight while her partner’s out of town? Reads much less like a professional business meeting, and more like a, er, well, booty call.
Gears churn as she thumbs through to her messages, trying to make teeth catch. It just— it doesn’t make sense. Leaving so late will only put grist in the rumor mill, reaching its peak when her prodigal  fiancé arrives, seemingly none the wiser. Unless, of course, he’s relying on that— on the neighbors thinking there’s a third wheel to their bicycle, one that can be disastrously revealed at the most dramatically appropriate moment, and he can go straight back to being her handler, and she can be—
Ah, her messages are finally open. And there’s Obi’s, right at the top— the only, besides a few utilities and some spam— and his latest is already bold in the preview. It unfurls when she swipes over it, mostly just her inquiry into her kitchenware, but the last line is still meet here @ 11. Just that. And, well…
“A link?” Her head tilts, but that does nothing to clarify the context. When she clicks, the map app opens, pointing her straight toward a— “Panera?”
Well, he had said he would like to get taken out to dinner first. She just thought Agent Obi might have higher standard. “Are those even open that late?”
Maybe they are for government employees. Or maybe they keep someone on staff there, just for these sorts of clandestine conversations, the kind that can’t happen over phone lines or during regular business hours. Or—
Her eyes flick up, a reflex more than a conscious thought, catching the time at the corner of the screen. 9:23, it reads, and there’s something about it that makes her take a second glance. The light pouring in from her windows, maybe, too bright for evening, even this far into spring. Or possibly the taste in her mouth, too strong to be from only a few hours of sleep. Whatever it is, her gaze lingers this time, squinting at where the number crouch in the corner, and—
“AM?” she squeaks, stumbling to her feet. “I’ve slept all day?”
With a wild sweep of her arm, she opens the blinds, the bright light of day filtering through, and oh, ah— there’s Mrs Kino, tending her garden. She looks up, a smile wrinkling the corners of her eyes, and waves.
“Haah…” Shirayuki sighs, weakly waving back. “I think…I need to get in the shower.”
*
It’s just lunch.
That’s what she tells herself as the spray pelts her back, water blurring her vision as she hastily scrapes a razor up her leg. It’s just a professional, business lunch at a chain restaurant. Not even a true sit-down experience, but…fast casual, the sort of thing that might make a nice date in undergrad, when you don’t have the time or the resources to do much besides look at each other for an hour.
Certainly nothing that she needs to put herself out for, she thinks as she skims lotion up her thighs, spreading the scent of passionflower and hibiscus far past any decent hemline. Not that she’s worried about that— hemlines and what might go past them. No, it’s just…it had been a while since she shaved, and if you shave, then you have to hydrate, and if she’s going to pamper herself, well, her nicest moisturizer is a good start.
Because it’s not a date. It’s not even coffee. Not that she would have coffee, she reminds herself, flicking through her dresses. Caffeine gives her the jitters, and the last thing she needs is to make her hands any more unsteady, or her stomach any more unsettled. There’s no reason to worry about how so many of her nicer clothes fall more on the work-appropriate side of the fashion scale rather than, er…play appropriate. This is all just a…a preliminary meeting to go over the details of this whole situation. An exchange of information before he commits to this whole…fake engagement.
So there’s no need to look cute, she insists, tugging at her most stubborn flyaways in the rearview mirror. After all, then he might think she’s trying to impress him. And if he thinks she wants to impress him, he might assume that she’s attracted to him. That maybe she’s angling to repeat that kiss in the airport, the one that had sent static through every limb of her body, the one she can’t possibly forget—
And that would be ridiculous. Shirayuki doesn’t do attraction, at least not the way other people do. She doesn’t just look at someone and decide they might be nice to touch, or that maybe she wouldn’t mind if they leaned close enough for her to catch a hint of their natural scent, or quiver just at the idea that he might close the space between them, brushing his lips over hers as gently as he had the first time, swallowing her gasp whole as he coaxes her to—
Ah! She claps a hand to her cheek, glass door jingling shut behind her. Not even the air conditioning helps cool her flush. The last thing she needs is Obi to see her like this, flushed and trembling just from the thought of him. Which is good since, with a quick scan of the shop, Shirayuki knows…
He’s not here.
*
There’s an explanation for this, she’s sure. He could be late, for one; Obi doesn’t strike her as the sort of person who feels the need to be fifteen minutes early to be on time. So it makes sense that he could simply be lagging few minutes behind, caught up in a traffic snarl or running a little after schedule because he wanted to catch the last few minutes of a show. He could even be in his car right now, tangled up in the tail end of a story on NPR, just wanting to hear whether or not the girl on antimalarials ever regained her memory, or if that illegally adopted baby from Korea ever actually found his parents.
There, a half-dozen reasons right off the top of her head for him to be elsewhere. And still, she can’t shake the feeling that she’s been, well, stood up.
“Ah, excuse me?”
She blinks. Oh, she’s standing right in front of the door.
“Sorry,” she blurts out, barely thinking. A shuffle scoots her clear of the vestibule. “Wasn’t paying attention.”
“Hah, no, that’s not…” The man beside her huffs out a laugh, shoving a hand through a mop of blond so pale she’s only ever seen it on kids under three. 
“You must be Shirayuki.”
That gets her attention. “Who…?”
There’s nothing about that boyish face that says mobster, but that doesn’t mean much, when she hasn’t seen any outside of The Departed. Still, there’s no snake tattoo crawling up his wrist— one of the sure signs of one of Umihebi’s men, according to Agent Anda— his nice button down only baring milky pale skin up to the elbow. And there’s no malice in his smile, only teeth so white she swears they sparkle, and eyes that crinkle at the corners, so dark a blue she almost mistakes them for black.
“Sorry, I’m doing this all backwards. I’m Zen.” He thrusts out a hand, palm refreshingly cool against hers. “Zen Wisteria. And I believe I’m your” —his smile hooks up at one side, as bashful as the little bounce he does on his toes— “future husband.”
Shirayuki blinks at him. What had Obi said on the phone yesterday? I know the perfect husband material.
“Excuse me,” she murmurs tightly. “But I think I’d like your badge number.”
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OUROBOROS for dessert (after the wine ran empty)
A mere daydream of a woman in a devastatingly sour marriage
It was the second week of our supposed honeymoon trip. I know we agreed on not doing a proper wedding, and so no proper honeymoon, because we were just too busy with work and everything else but I can't help but dream what it would have been like if we just called it all off. I could have found someone who actually understands me. Not that Arthur isn’t good. He cares for me, but anyone can do that. He just doesn’t properly understand me deep within. I constantly daydream of men that I've had almost no proper interaction with and what my life would end up like if I was to drop everything and be with them. Last night we went to the marina to have dinner, it was 8:23, I was wearing a slightly overindulgent dark red dress and Arthur was wearing a fresh white shirt, black tie, and a perfectly fitting blazer. We barely spoke to each other the whole day, and by dinner, we’d grown silent. We ordered a bottle of red wine and as the waiter poured us each a glass I gazed at him, then the harbour, and began to imagine our fictional future together.
We were in rome. We had just bought our first property, a pretty little house right on the waterfront. I was a few months pregnant and we were in a paintshop deciding what colour to decorate the walls of each room in the house. I initially thought a pale pink colour for the baby’s room, but he soon suggested a sage green, which seemed infinitely the better choice. We rushed home and instantly got to work. Every half hour or so he would come from one of the other rooms and hug me from behind. He would ask me if I wanted a refill of whatever it was I was drinking, and offer a hand. He was always so polite and just wanted to pamper me with affection and support. Later on, after we ate, we took a walk to the local picturehouse to watch whatever was showing. I never properly understood what was going on but he seemed to love it, and I loved that for him.
Deep into this fantasy, our main courses arrive. I got the seabass, Arthur got muscles. I hated the way he ate. He was always so messy, he never properly understood having the correct etiquette during meals. He was known for how polite he was but for some reason, during meals, he was like a dog eating its dinner for the first time all week. He was ravenous.
I realised that we hadn’t said a word to each other for just over 2 hours. I almost cried on the spot. My food had gone cold and I was in a loveless marriage that was only doomed to get worse as each day went on. I should have listened to my grandmother. She always warned me of marrying too young and making the same mistakes she and my parents made. I never believed her, my Mum always told me not to, but maybe none of this would have happened if I had just listened. Maybe I wouldn’t be sitting 2 metres from the sea, with a man who doesn’t really know me at all, dreaming of ridiculous fictional futures, with men I don't even know their names, now crying directly into my meal, as Arthur just watches it all unfold. I stand up, but evidently too quickly and so grab the table for physical support. The wine was finished. I don't remember having that much. Arthur stares at me for a second and then back into the distance. The sound of the water and the boats begin to fade out. I soon can't hear anything at all except a loud white noise, but I cannot decipher its source. I look down to see this unusual hazy ring around me. As I question my own sanity, the ring develops into a snake, at first circling me slowly but soon develops into fast laps around my waist. The snake appeared to be dead, it had bit on its own tail, but it was still managing to circle my body. The colours of my surroundings had faded, and continued to fade until the world had gone black and white. Then the light started to go out. Was I dreaming? Was any of this real or had I dreamt of a different life so much that I can’t even separate these dreams from my own reality?
THE END
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