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#how can i choose?!?!?!?! sigh. guess i'll just have to think about that while i cook dinner and hope i'll have an answer when i'm done

kissitbttr · 6 months

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cake testing with miguel for the wedding!

a/n: featuring a very possessive miguel

continuation from this!

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it has been one of your favorite wedding plans that you always look forward to. When your best friend got married, she took you with her to help her choose which one was the best. The caterer brought six classic flavors and both of your eyes twinkled with excitement. The same goes for your best friend. You and her almost demolished that one special raspberry lemon cake with her, since both of you have a sweet spot for fresh fruits.

You could guess which one ended up at the wedding reception.

And now, getting to do it with your soon to be husband, Miguel, just seems like a dream come true.

"So, Darla isn't gonna be with us since she's got errands to run, her assistant is going to replace her today." You inform your fiancee as he drives.

He squeezes your thigh with his hand as an answer, focusing his eyes on the road. You look up from your phone to watch him drive. A smile graces upon your lips as you think how good he looks while doing it. Furrowed eyebrows in concentration, a small pout on his lips with one hand on the wheel.

Fuck, he looks absolutely delicious.

Miguel senses your gaze on him, causing him to glance at you for a second before a grin spreads across his handsome face.

"What?"

You shrug. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Look sexy while driving"

He snorts out a laugh before making a turn. "I don't"

it's your turn to snort as you shake your head. "Humbleness is good. But God you're a liar."

"Ah, si? But you do love me, no?"

"Unfortunately" You answer, causing him to pinch the inside of your thigh making you giggle. "If we're not on our way to the boutique, I would hop on that dick right now"

He groans at that, eyes shutting briefly as the thoughts of you riding him in the car fill his mind. And seeing the seductive smirk on your face and how divine you look in that white sundress, it's already hard enough.

''Just say the word and I'll pull over mami." He's dead serious. You could see his hand gripping tightly around the wheel.

"And be late? No can do. Plus, I dressed really nicely for today and I do not want to ruin that."

"We can be quick" He tries again, smirking at you. "20 minutes top."

"Knowing you, it could never be 20 minutes. An hour and a half maybe." You point out, re-applying the gloss on your lips before smacking it. "And that's why I'm always late to work"

"You're killing me here, Y/N." He sighs loudly, pulling over to where the boutique is. "I never hear you complain about you being late when my cock is buried deep in your pussy, anyway."

You feign an offensive look as you slowly turn your head at him, shooting a soft glare. "Excuse me? What happened to getting rid of the first-name basis?!"

Yes. You made it clear from the start of the relationship that you refuse to be called by your first name anymore. It simply just won't cut it. You made sure to give him hell every time he called you that, even if he had done it by accident. Miguel was silently pulling his hair because you can be quite mean about that. Though he won't admit how you driving him insane is sexy. Like, really, fucking sexy.

it's a turn-on for him at this point.

"Shit, my bad" He parks the car as you both get ready to walk out. "Sorry baby." He leans over to peck your lips with his hand still on your thigh. The action makes you smile.

“That’s better”

Miguel gets out first, not allowing you both to walk out at the same time because he wants to be the one who opens the car door for you. Despite you telling him that you're perfectly capable of doing that by yourself, he argues with the fact that gentlemen always open doors for their women. Your heart does a somersault every time. It never goes away.

"Got everything, mi amor?" He asks as he extends his hand which you take, before shutting the door. You nod at him, and the two of you walk into the boutique hand in hand. "Dios... You look so good right now, I might just have to fuck you out here"

You gasp at that, slapping him in the chest, earning a low chuckle from him. "Easy there, tiger. I'm not going anywhere" You scold him but secretly love it when his filter's off

“How can i take it easy when your… Girls look so inviting?” His eyes glances at your breasts being pushed up by the cups of your dress, gulping at the sight. “They want me to play with them” A pout on his lips making your heart melt.

“Ugh, Miggy! please do not call them girls” You whine, shaking your head. “I thought we agreed on ‘tits’? Just tits.”

“Alright, alright fine… You’re no fun sometimes” He jokes, kissing your cheek. “Now, is this it?”

You nod, pushing your sunglasses up to the top of your head. “Darla said we can just walk right in.”

Miguel opens the door before allowing you to walk in first as he follows from behind. Red orbs scanning over the interior of the shop. It’s pretty. Lots of flowers in each corner, the paint is mostly pink and white.

“So is this where you and Darla had done the cake testing?” He asks, hand snaking around your waist.

“Yes! It’s so beautiful isn’t it? It’s like something coming out of fairytale or that ‘Enchanted’ movie we watched the other day. Darla really did amazing with this one. Though i did advice her to fix up the ceilings a bit and enhance the structure on that specific corner there.” You point with your manicured finger. “I offered to redesign and oversee the construction more. Just to help her a bit.”

He hums, squeezing your waist before planting a kiss on top of your head. “Look at you go… My little architect” He mumbles softly.

There’s no doubt on his mind that he’s proud of you. He loves seeing you work and help your friends who are in need. And that smart little brain of your is one of the things that made him fall in love with you in the first time. Jess had introduced you to him one time when he was scouting for a new architect to remodel the Spider Society’s HQ.

He was definitely entranced by your beauty when he saw you walked into his office with Jess by your side. You looked so sophisticated and elegant with glasses and the dress you had on that time. Long hair fixed into a messy bun as you shot him a smile before saying your name.

From that moment on, he was hooked. And made it his mission to make you his.

“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. O’Hara?” Both of your ears perk at the sound of someone calling your names. You see a man, who’s probably in his late 20s emerging from the back with a smile. No doubt about it that he is quite handsome.

“Hi there! How are you? My name is Cameron, i’m Darla’s assistant. And my my, Darla didn’t say anything about her client being beautiful.” He chuckles as he lets out the joke. “She said you are stopping by for the cakes?” He flashes his toothy smile at you, and only at you.

Miguel frowns, at that. That doesn’t seem professional now, does it?

You choose to ignore that comment before smiling. “Yes, we are actually! I mean, I’ve done it with Darla about two weeks ago but my fiancé haven’t. So I’m bringing him, so he can taste it for himself.” Your hand squeezing your lover’s arm that is still settled around your waist.

The man nods, smiling as his eyes aren’t leaving yours which makes Miguel even more uneasy. And the way he looks at you from head to toe makes his blood boil.

He knows how men think, and he thinks. No, he knows that this asshole is basically undressing you with his eyes.

But Miguel is not the type create a confrontation. At least not anymore now that he’s with you. So he might’ve to push those feelings aside because he knows how much this means to you.

“Well step right here, I’ve prepared it all just for you, Ms. Y/L/N” He winks, gesturing you to follow him to where the cakes have been displayed.

Is he fucking serious?! Miguel thinks.

“So 6 different flavors, yes? Chocolate Lava, Lemon Raspberry, Strawberry Champagne, Red Velvet, Hazelnut Praline, aaand Hawaiian. That one is vegan” He checks off the last one on the list. “Customer’s favorite always been the Praline or Lemon Raspberry. You look like you deserve the latter. The best reserved only for the prettiest”

Again, you ignore his comment. “Oh well i tasted the Strawberry Champagne and it was amazing. But I’m leaving it to my fiancé here, so he can choose” You look up to him and notice there’s a slight frown on his face. “Baby?”

Miguel regains his composure when you call him, snapping him out of the thoughts of him killing Cameron in his mind. “Oh. Yeah yeah. Sure. You know my taste buds don’t matter just as long my woman is happy”

He makes sure to emphasize the words ‘my woman’ just so the guy can get the picture but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it.

“Well, we’re in this together so your taste does matter, as well.” You’re completely oblivious with the soft glare that Miguel throws at Cameron’s direction. Hands softly picking the forks from the table to cut a piece,

“Here. Let’s try the Chocolate—“

“Why don’t you feed it to me, mi amor?” He asks, looking at you with a smile. “One fork for two.”

If he can’t be violent then he’s got to find a way to make sure that this Cameron fellow understands that you’re fucking off limits.

You raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Sure, papi” You mirror his expression before cutting the cake, lifting it to feed him,

He takes a bite. Eyes dead set on the man who stands awkwardly from across, gaze looking anywhere but him.

“Hm” He nods. “That one’s good. Dark chocolate is it?”

“Right?” You ask cheerily. “Darla is amazing, i swear i need them all 6.” As you turn to fees yourself with the chocolate cake.

He shrugs, wiping a bit of the frosting from the corner of his mouth. “You’re the bride baby, you can have all 6 for the wedding, i don’t mind. I got the money for it anyway.”

You smile at him, kissing his jaw. “I love you, but we can’t be too greedy now can we?” A giggle escape your lips.

Oh he knows. He just wanted to make sure that son of a bitch gets it through his thick fucking skull that you’re his.

The two of you continue to feed each other’s cakes— more like you feeding it to him to be honest— rating each and every single one. Making sure to put a mental note on whichever you prefer before coming back next week and pick one.

Miguel glances at Cameron every now and then and watches how he stays quiet for the rest of it, letting you and Miguel do your thing. Probably too scared after seeing the intimidating look on his face.

“Gotta say, Strawberry Champagne and Chocolate one are amazing.” Miguel points, rolling the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. “You sure have a great taste, cariño. Confío en ti con todo.”

“Gracias, mi corazón” you put down the fork back on the table, smiling up at Cameron. “That’d be all i guess, yeah? But i think we’ll be back next week to pick one for sure. Will Darla be here?”

“She hasn’t said anything about it but uh, i-i’ll make sure” He stutters a bit, smiling nervously and trying to avoid Miguel’s death stare.

“Okay then. Well, thank you, Cameron for assisting us today. We have to get going now, still have a lot to work on” You offer a polite smile to his direction. “Shall we get going?”

Miguel nods, eyes still fixated on Cameron. “Yeah sure. But uh.. Can you wait for me by the car? I just need a few words regarding with the cakes with Cameron”

He’s not letting this off easy.

You watch how his eyes trained to the young employee, scrunching your brows as Miguel turns to look at you with a soft gaze. “It’ll be just a minute, baby.” He presses a reassuring kiss on your temple,

“Okay” You nod, smiling softly. waving a hand at Cameron before walking towards the exit. Soon as you’re out of their sight, Miguel turns his gaze back on Cameron. The young man looks like he’s about to piss in his pants.

The two stands in silence for a while as Miguel looks at him up and down.

“You ever gotten your ass kicked, Cameron?”

The question throws him off guard. Eyes widening while his mouth hangs open.

“S-sir?”

“It’s a question. Yes or no.”

“Well uhm, n-no sir” Cameron shakes his head. “Wha-“

“You do know that me and my girl came as a couple, yes? Or are you fucking blind?” Miguel’s eyebrow raises at him, arms crossed over his chest.

“I see that, Mr. O’Hara. I-i didn’t— I’m sorr-“

“You flirt with every customers? With their soon to be bride? Or is it just my woman you’re after?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“N-no, Mr. O’Hara.”

“No as in what?”

“J-just her, i-i mean your woman.” He nervously confesses,

Miguel lets out a dry chuckle. “Let’s get one fucking thing straight, kid.” He leans forward, balling his fists before resting them on the table

“If you ever flirt with her, look at her or hell, if you even think about her when we come back next week, i will make sure no one remember how you look. And trust me when i say that this is not a threat but it’s a promise. Understood?” His voice laced with venom as he points his finger at Cameron’s chest who gulps,

Nodding quickly, he answers. “Understood.”

“Very well” Miguel retreats, taking a bottle of water from the table. “Stay away from my wife”

With that he walks out of the boutique, breathing out a heavy sigh, unscrewing the bottle cap before taking a gulp.

“How’s the interrogation goes?” You speak up with a playful smirk. “Did you manage to make him piss?”

He looks at you as he walks towards the car, shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” He replies.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms. “I saw you, papi. You almost kill the kid.”

“Again, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiles innocently, both arms snaking around your waist to pull you close. Seems like a good kid. So i didn’t say anything”

A laugh escapes from your lips, one that he loves most—besides your perfect moans— “I know you, O’Hara. Like i said, a bad liar.”

“Alright fine, you caught me” He holds his hands up in defense. “He’s lucky i didn’t punch him.”

“That would be a sight for sore eyes.” You tease. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, right? Ain’t any other man could possibly steal my heart like you did three years ago.”

“Yeah well maybe if you stopped looking so fucking beautiful with your big pretty eyes and soft pouty mouth, then maybe men wouldn’t try to chase you off and i wouldn’t have 50+ competitions” He complains. But in reality he doesn’t mind.

“Oh excuse me, Mr? You don’t think i got one too?” You ask him through your lashes since his physique is towering you. “I had to put your ex back in her place at the Gala we attended three months ago, you remember? Slimy bitch.”

He laughs hard at that, head shaking at the memory of you confronting Dana was truly one of the unforgettable moments he has of you. “So, what’s next on the agenda?”

You look back at your phone before replying, “Seating arrangements on 112th street. Now this, we can use that 20 minutes up for something else since they’re running late.”

Miguel’s eyes harden as your finger running up and down his chest. “You mean—“

“Offer still stands. Want me to ride you while we wait?” You chew on your lower lip, gazing up at him and giving him your best doe eyes.

“Baby, if i ever said no to that question… Please feel free to grab my gun under my desk and shoot me in the head” He states, making you laugh as you throw your head back.

This feels like shit :/ I’m sorry but i need to clear out a few WIPs in my drafts

Though i still hope you all like it!

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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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Hii I saw ur reblog about the kiss prompts!

I choose - "if you win, i'll kiss you"

With nervous kiss and height difference! 😳🙏

I actually had a hard time trying to fit these prompts together but I think I did pretty well!

Warnings: knife throwing, height difference

Word Count: 1,327

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“What’s that make it now? 12 to…?”

“You’re such an ass.”

“Come now, dear, you’re being too harsh - my memory isn’t what it used to be, you know. How many wins do you have?”

Your glare could have burned a hole right through him, all the while Astarion looked every bit the smarmy bastard he was. He just loved teasing you. It satisfied him to no end to peer down at you as you fumed. Steam could come pouring out your ears and he’d still have that smug smirk on his stupid face.

You huffed through your nose, fighting the growing urge to throw the dagger right at his head - you’d miss anyway. This whole game started when you’d tried throwing a knife at a goblin as a last ditch effort. You missed horribly, and Astarion just couldn’t let it go. “Zero.”

He gasped dramatically and laid a hand on his chest. “Not a single one?! Well, this won’t do!” He leaned in, teeth showing as he grinned wickedly. “How about we make a little bet? Make things a bit more interesting.”

You scoffed. “So you can sweeten the deal in your favor and wipe the floor with me, again?”

“Hmm, I tell you what: in the interest of keeping things interesting, I’ll give you two throws. If you hit, you win.”

“Let me guess - you get three.”

He rolled his eyes. “Please, darling, I have some tact. I’ll get one throw. If I can hit the dummy square in the head, I win.” He accentuated the point by flipping his dagger in the air, easily catching it by the hilt by pure muscle memory alone.

You frowned, studying his face for any sign of deceit. You were getting really close to hitting… Gods, this is a terrible idea. You sigh. “Fine. What do you propose?”

A spark of mischief flickered in his eye, so quick it could have just been a trick of the light, but you knew him better than that. “If I win, you’re responsible for sewing up everyone’s clothes for a week.”

“And if I win?”

He smirked and lowered his face to be right next to yours, cold breaths tickling your ear as he whispered. “If you win, I’ll kiss you.”

Your heart raced as your face flushed. You could tell he noticed, too, when he pulled away with that self-satisfied look on his face. You cleared your throat, urging it not to shake as you grumbled, “It sounds like you’re making more out of this either way.”

“Yes, but one is certainly more desirable for you, no? Besides, what are the odds of you winning? You should have nothing to fear.”

You frowned, but he had a point. Resigned to your fate, your shoulders slump. “Fine. It’s a deal.”

“Excellent.”

You both lined up about 10 feet away from the straw dummy. It had numerous marks in its head and body, all landed by the vampire spawn beside you. But you felt good about this time. You felt you could actually hit it.

You didn’t hate the idea of kissing him, especially if it meant saving your hand the cramping of patching up your companions’ clothes, but, well… You’d never been kissed before. There was no reason why, you’d just never been close enough with someone to warrant it.

Your heart raced thinking about it. Your face was as warm as Karlach by now. But you swallowed down the feelings and focused. If you just aimed very carefully, you might be able to get it.

“You first, love.”

Gods, now was not the time for endearing pet names.

“Hush, fangs.”

He chuckled softly, but stayed quiet otherwise. You held the handle of the dagger, just as he showed you, and aimed. You took a breath, lifted it up, and with a quick swing it was flying through the air… Right over the dummy’s shoulder. You growled in frustration.

Cool hands smoothed over your shoulders, urging them to relax. “Take it easy, dear. Keep your wrist locked and keep your elbow tucked in when you lift the dagger to throw.” He slid his hand down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he showed you how to keep your wrist straight and your elbow close to your ear. Then, he backed away and watched.

Shaking off the phantom feeling of him standing so close, you readied yourself again. You aimed, pulled your arm back so your elbow stayed tucked in, and steadied your wrist. With a deep breath, you threw the knife.

Time seemed to slow down as it flipped through the air. All sound faded away. You weren’t sure you were breathing. All you could focus on, all that mattered, was this stupid dagger.

In barely a second, the knife found its mark in the straw ribcage of the dummy.

A tidal wave of excitement and joy shot through your system. You cheered and pumped your fists in the air and gave a victorious yell that put Karlach’s to shame. And then, in the next instant, another knife flew by and lodged itself right next to yours. Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes were wide when you turned to Astarion.

He smiled, part genuine and part impish. “Congratulations, darling. It seems you’ve won.” His smile only grew more flushed you became. He crowded into your space, peering down at you like a fox staring down a rabbit. “Don’t tell me you’re going to back out of our deal now.”

You swallowed. “I…” You glanced around camp, but no one seemed to be paying attention. They were all too busy preparing for the next day. You met his eye again and lowered your voice to a whisper, meant for his ears only. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

His eyes widened, brows raising minutely. He never thought the brave, compassionate leader before him would be so… inexperienced, to put it kindly. You’d always seemed to carry this sort of confidence, he just assumed…

“We don’t have to,” he back-peddled. He’d never have suggested it if he’d known. Well… Okay he would, but that look on your face - puppy-dog eyed and uncertain. It twisted his insides. He started to step away, out of your space, but you caught his arm.

“No, I…” You took a breath to steady your shaky nerves. “I want this.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, but he could still feel the anxious way you fiddled with the fabric of his shirt. It was cute. And terrifying. You wanted him to be your first. It was only fair - you were his first after all.

Moving slowly to give you a chance to back out, he raised his hands to cup your jaw, fingers brushing over your pulse and tilting your head up. You were shorter than him, enough that he had to hunch a bit to meet your eyes like this. You held onto his arms, too unsure to hold him anywhere else. He leaned down, noses almost touching. He could see your eyes flickering from his eyes to his mouth; feel your heart beneath his fingers as it skipped with his proximity. In a final act of courage, you stood on your toes and met him halfway.

It was clumsy at first. You had no idea what you were doing, all you knew was his lips were soft and he tasted like wine. He gently tilted your head, smoothing out the initial uncoordinated start. His lips meshed with yours as he showed you exactly what to do. When you experimentally nipped at his lip, he almost groaned. It wasn’t perfect, but he was sick and tired of perfect. It was wonderful. He was almost reluctant to pull away. But you still needed to breathe, living thing that you were.

He chuckled as he pressed his forehead to yours, watching with rapture as you caught your breath, lips swollen so beautifully. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

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teatreeoilll · 4 months

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|| Crush (Gojo Satoru X Reader) ||

(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

Short one shot, in which Gojo finds out reader has a crush on him. TW: mentions of Alcohol and smoking

"I mean, if you had to choose one of them?" Your hands slipped further on the table, your palm grazing the wood while you fixed your gaze on Shoko's uninterested eyes.

"No," She said calmly.

"But if you really, really had to?" Her eyes darted across the room, her mind in dire need of a change in conversation topic.

"If I really - really, had to," She sighs, "I guess I'd pick Satoru."

Your heart dropped at the mention of his name. I knew it!

"But really," She continued, "I think he makes a horrible team with anyone, it doesn't matter how strong you are if you can't do that, y'know? But those six-eyes are no joke, so if I had to, I guess -" Your confused expression stopped her from talking further.

"Shoko, I meant if you had to pick one to - uh, you know, "

All the confidence you mustered to bring up the topic in the first place had vanished, you slid back into the chair, watching Shoko's face shrink with disgust. "No."

The drink before you emptied quickly as silence took over the room, each time you wanted to say something you felt your throat tense as the drunk haze had begun to clear. Perhaps it really was a bad idea to talk about this.

"I have a feeling this isn't really about me, is it?" She reached to open another canned sake. "I would like to say that you can tell me anything, but I have a feeling I wouldn't want to hear this," She took a long sip, "But I'll play along. Who'd you choose?" She was far too familiar with your mannerisms, knowing you would never admit to it any other way.

For a few months now, she had been brushing off her suspicions as misinterpretations.

"I - I would, hm, maybe, Satoru?" Regret settled deeper in your throat, but you knew it was too late to make up some excuse to leave this conversation. "It's not like I'd do anything about it, you know?" Shoko's eyes widened as you spoke, she tried to utter a few protest words, her hands are signaling you to stop talking.

You felt your face turn red, "I mean, It's just a crush, nothing to be too flustered about, right? What do those last, like a few months at most? Just don't look at those beautiful blue eyes, and that snowy white hair… It'll go away on its own!" Aware that it's too late, Shoko had buried her face in her palms. That's it, the thought passed through your brain, She will never respect me again.

Shoko cleared her throat, "It is, very understandable! That you have a crush on this guy, who doesn't even attend Jujutsu High!" Ah, it could have been such a good save.

"Oh yes!" Gojo laughed, kneeling next to your chair with his hand placed firmly on your shoulder, "Such a shame, but it's not like you have to see his beautiful blue eyes and snowy white hair every day," He failed to hold back his laugh, "I'm sure it'll go away on its own."

You focused your eyes on the table - Twelve cans of sake, only seven open. Gojo's hand on your shoulder. Oh god. Ashtray, still smoking. Salty chip packets - 2,3 … no 4, one has fallen off the table. Gojo's hand makes its way to your lower back. How's Kyoto this time of year?

"It's getting late, Shoko, thank you for the - actually, let's never drink again. I'll see you tomorrow."

You walked the dark corridor, unable to focus on anything other keeping yourself balanced after so many drinks, keeping the thoughts on solving your predicament for a more sober time.

A hand brushed your wrist before gripping it tightly and pulling you in its direction. Even in the dark, you could see the blue of his eyes.

"Listen, I really meant what I said." You uttered, watching his smirk widen. "No smart comebacks now!" You felt your chest heat up, the shame had turned to anger. People have feelings, why does it have to be a joke? His hand loosened its grip on yours.

"We're not children anymore Satoru, It's a crush. It'll be gone just as fast as it came. You don't have to joke about it, just forget it."

Never in his life had he let you finish so many sentences without a snarky remark. You tried to read his face, but the shadows covered his expression.

"Say it again." You felt his body come closer to yours, his lips almost touching yours, you didn't notice yourself stumbling backward until the wood boards on the nearest wall had pressed to your back.

"Say what again?"

"Say you have a crush on me," His voice lower than usual.

Fine, if it's going to be a joke, I guess it's better to go with it. "I have a crush on you, Satoru Gojo." As you tried to rid yourself of your compromising position his hand grabbed the back of your neck, entangling itself in your hair. Tension forms at the pit of your stomach.

"I have the biggest crush on you, Sa-" you mustered the huskiest voice you could find, but he wouldn't let you finish, his tongue already trying to find its place in your mouth.

He freed his hand from your hair just to grab your legs, lifting them up to wrap around him, his fingers digging deep into your thighs. He pauses to catch a breath, his face resting in the crook of your neck, just to huff a few words;

"Well, aren't I lucky?"

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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Say it

a/n: i planned to upload this earlier but i really wanted to enjoy my off day😭 i hope you guys enjoy this! credit to the gif owner <3

Eddie never had a problem with saying what was on his mind. If he was happy, he wouldn't be afraid to let everyone know. When he was sad he'd sulk all day until it was time to play d&d, and if he was pissed he had no problem shouting it from the rooftops. Eddie wore his heart on his sleeve and that's something he'd never change, and it's something you wouldn't want him to change.

"How come you haven't said it yet?” you asked.

His face scrunched into confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“We’ve been dating for six months, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles, not looking up from his d&d journal.

“And it's been the best six months ever.”

“Why haven't you said you love me yet?”

Eddie feels his whole body tense and he sneaks a glance at you, his heart breaking when he sees you on the other side of the couch.

“I say it…”

“No, you don't. I say it first and it's always followed with a kiss or you just mumble out me too.”

Eddie shifted in his seat. He does love you, he loves you more than anything on this earth, but for some reason, he can never say the words. You let out a sigh and brought your knees close to you.

“I know you have your way of showing me that you love me, but sometimes I need to hear it.”

Eddie kept his eyes on the papers in front of him, too scared to look at you. “Okay,” he muttered while writing something down.

You swallowed the lump that was in your throat and nodded your head. “I’m gonna go home now.”

His head finally shot up, eyes finally landing on you while he felt around his pockets for his keys. “Let me find my keys real quick-”

“I'll just walk. Bye Eds,” you said quickly while walking out of the door. Eddie’s shoulders slump. You always give him a kiss goodbye, and he always takes you home. He shakes his head trying not to think about it too much and goes back to whatever he was working on. He's sure you guys are fine, you always are, but there's a little voice in his head that's screaming at him to go after you. He's just choosing to ignore it.

the next couple of days are filled with you being less affectionate towards Eddie. he doesn't drive you to school or take you home anymore, you catch rides with Steve and Robin. You no longer stay after school to sit and watch him play d&d, and you stop by his trailer for a quick minute before going to hang out with Max. Eddie is sitting at lunch munching on his pretzels, his eyes are focused on you as he watches you laugh at something Robin said while you throw a grape at her.

“So Eddie, what time are we meeting up tonight?”

Eddie’s eyes left your laughing figure and focused on Mike. “What?”

“dude, d&d. What time are we meeting?”

“Oh. Uh,” his eyes drifted towards you once more and he shrugged his shoulders. “Usual time I guess.”

“Are you okay?” Dustin asked him. Eddie saw you waving goodbye to Robin and shot up from his seat ignoring Dustin’s question. He tried catching up to bumping into students here and there. When the hell did you walk so fast?! He grabs onto your hand with a sigh of relief.

“Woah there speedy, where you going to?” he asked in a teasing tone. You give him a sad smile.

“Just wanna get to class before the halls get packed.”

Eddie looked all around him seeing that the hallway was already packed. “Babe, it's high school, halls are always gonna be packed.”

You let out a chuckle and he tilted his head before dragging you into an empty classroom.

“Hey, what's up with you?”

You shook your head refusing to say.

Eddie frowned and placed his hand under your chin making you look at him.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Tears began to form, curse your fragile heart. “Do you love me, Eddie?”

“Of course I do-”

”Then why won't you say it?”

Eddie froze and realized he was put on the spot. His hands began to feel clammy and he rubbed them on the rough material of his jeans.

“Do we have to do this now?” he asked in a hushed tone, looking around the room as if dozens of eyes were in him.

“If not now, then when Eddie? The next six months of our relationship? I can't wait that long.”

His eyes met yours. “What are you saying?”

“I need you to say it, Eddie, please I just need to hear it.” you whimpered out.

The words were on the tip of Eddie's tongue. He wanted to say it, he wanted to scream it even, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

You let out a chuckle. “This was stupid.”

“Wait, y/n, please.”

You shook your head, wiping away the years that were streaking down your face. “I gotta head to class. I'm gonna be late, bye Eds.”

A week passed and you avoided Eddie like he had the plague. You'd hear his van coming down the street and sneak out of the window of your bedroom. You took different routes to your classes just so you wouldn't have to run into him, and you started going to robin’s to save Steve some gas money for taking you to school.

You walked into family video with your head hung low, hands running along the spines of the VHS cases.

“Jesus, are you okay?” you heard Steve ask. You look up at him in surprise.

“I thought Robin worked today?”

Steve pushed himself off the wall and leaned against the counter. “Nah, I'm covering for her since she saved my ass from Keith last week.”

You let out a soft oh before you hopped onto the counter to have a seat.

“So, what's wrong?” Steve asked.

“Boy problems,” you mumbled while swinging your feet back and forth.

Steve raised his eyebrows and rested his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Munson? Did he do something? Cause if he did I can-”

“Steve, you know I love you, but you don't have the best track record in fighting.”

He rolls his eyes and stands up straight, resting his hands on his hips.

“I'm trying to be a good friend here.”

You giggle at him and mumble out an apology.

“Lay it on me,” he says, resting his back on the counter and looking at you.

“I don't think Eddie loves me.”

Steve let out a snort. “You're joking, right?”

You stay quiet.

“Holy shit, you aren't. What makes you think that?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, no. None of that, talk it out.”

You groan and throw your head back. “We've been dating for six months and he hasn't said it.”

“Do you say it?”

You nodded your head and put your hands on your lap twiddling your fingers.

“I say it all the time! He'll either just smile or say me too.”

Steve nodded his head listening to what you were saying.

“I just, I don't think he loves me.”

Steve cleared his throat, thinking of what to say next. Be sweet Steve. He thought to himself. Your friend is going through something serious.

“You're so stupid.” oops.

You let out a gasp and smack him in the chest. He lets out a laugh and puts his hands in the air surrendering.

“I'm sorry! It's true though.”

“How do you know?”

“I've never seen anybody look at someone the way Eddie Munson looks at you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“You really didn't know? Y/n, that man looks at you like you created life itself. I swear if you asked him to give you the sun he'd magically find some way to give it to you.”

You let out a giggle. “Why won't he say it then?”

“Y/n, you gotta remember he's been bullied like, forever. He can probably show regular emotions with no problem but being vulnerable is way different.”

You let the words Steve says sink in as you put your face in your hands. “I'm an idiot.”

Steve chuckles and removes your hands from your face.

“Yes but you're a pretty one, now go get ‘em, tiger.”

You hop off the counter but not before hugging Steve and telling him thank you. Steve waves goodbye as you run out the door and in the direction of Eddie's trailer.

“3…2…1…”

“Hey, can you drive me?”

You thank Steve once again before running out of the car towards the trailer. You smack on the door with both hands frantically. You hear a muffled Jesus okay! Give me a fucking second! Before the door swings open and you're greeted with Eddie's irritated face. Irritation leaves him once he realizes it's you. He stands straight and clears his throat.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

He steps to the side letting you in the trailer. He gently shuts the door and means against it, his hands behind his back, his fingers gently tapping on the door.

“I'm sorry.” you rushed out. He widened his eyes a bit and watched as you began to pace the room.

“I know you love me, you're the best boyfriend I've ever had and you treat me like a fucking princess. I didn't even think of how hard it could be for you to be vulnerable. That was so selfish of me because you show me you love me by wanting to spend every day with me, and by sneaking into my room when you know that my parents could kill you.”

Eddie opens his mouth trying to say something but you're too busy lost in your own world.

“I'm so sorry for avoiding you Eddie, I was just lost in my own head and I thought things would be easier if I just avoided you.” tears were streaming down your face, and your pacing stopped. “I had to get help from Steve, but he was surprisingly helpful. Don't tell him I said that I don't need him getting cocky-”

“I love you.”

Silence fell over the both of you as you tried to register what he said.

“I'm sorry, what?”

Time seemed to slow down for both of you. Eddie was taking steps toward you, both of your hearts were beating out of your chest. He grabs your face and his thumbs rub your cheeks gently.

“I love you.”

You stood in silence from shock, but also guilt. Does he really mean this or have you manipulated him into saying it because he thinks you're breaking up? You don't want him to feel forced to say it, you wanted him to say it on his own, but you also begged him to hear the words. Now here you are, hearing the words but you're frozen with tears in your eyes.

“Say something, sweetheart I'm kinda putting my heart on the line here,” Eddie says with a nervous chuckle.

“Do you mean it? You're not just saying it cause you think we're breaking up?”

“We are never breaking up,” he says in a serious tone causing you to giggle. “and of course I mean it.”

“You don't feel forced?”

Eddie shakes his head and wraps you in his arms for a hug. Tears are streaming down your face and you're not even trying to hide them anymore, if Eddie can be vulnerable then so can you.

“I don't want you to feel forced Eddie, I want you to say it when you're ready, I'm so sorry for rushing you-”

Eddie cuts you off by kissing you. His lips are soft against yours and the way he's holding you lets you know that you're never allowed to avoid him like that again.

“You talk too much,” Eddie mumbles against your lips. You gently smack his chest causing him to let out a soft chuckle. “You didn't force me into saying it or rush me for that matter.”

He pulls away slightly to look at you, eyes soft and full of love.

“I know that you know that I love you, like you said I show you that everyday.” he took a deep breath and gave you a sad smile. “but this whole week I felt so miserable not hearing you say those three words.”

You sniffled. “It could've been because I was avoiding you.”

Eddie shook his head. “I was giving you your space, trust me sweetheart you're never going to get rid of me.”

You let out a sad giggle as he gently wipes your tears away. The nerves found their way back to your body as you looked at Eddie.

“Do you really mean it?”

“What, you want me to shout it from the rooftops? Cause I will find a way to climb to the top of this trailer right now. Hell, I'll climb onto the roof of the town hall and scream it.”

You wrap your arms around him, bringing him for a tight hug. You don't know how you let your brain convince you that Eddie didn't love you. Your heart swelled at the words he was telling you, and you think back to what Steve was telling you.

“What if I wanted the sun?”

Eddie pulls away, placing a kiss on your forehead, then both of your cheeks.

“Then the sun you shall have.”

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right where you left me // oneshot

DESCRIPTION: Everyone had moved on with their lives but he was still stuck where she had left him; unable to leave the table that was once set for two.

PAIRING: Mingyu x Reader / Hoshi x Reader

GENRE: Angst (Fluff if you squint really hard)

ALWAYS PART 2 - can be read alone

Because I mean.... I wasn't going to leave you guys just hanging

Four years.

It's been four years since he made the conscious decision to let her go despite his previous promise to her of forever; claiming it was only for the best.

And he was right. It was for the best – but as months turned into years, he realized it was only the best for her.

Because all while everyone in their friend group moved on from their college days, starting their own lives in the real world, he stayed.

Don't get him wrong, he was able to have a successful career – moving up to Director of Finance in no time; but that was only because he chose to drown himself in work. The only method he knew to silence the voices in his head.

The voices seemed to grow only louder as each day passed.

Today was no different. He had come home from a long day of work, completely prepared to change out of his neatly pressed suit into a much more comfortable attire to meet Minghao for happy hour at a nearby bar.

But of course, the universe wasn't going to give him a day off.

Amongst the pile of bills addressed to him, a particularly light blue envelope caught his eyes.

It had his and her name.

He didn't need to open it to know the contents.

He felt his chest tighten as he stared at their two names together, using one hand to grip the counter; stabilizing his footing. It was the same feeling he had felt when he had managed to stumble upon their shared instagram post of their silhouette in the sunset – with his best friend down on one knee and her hand clasped over her mouth.

It was a save the date.

Quickly pulling out his phone and putting it up to his ear, calling the one person that kept his secret. To the rest of his friends, they believed he had moved on as she had – putting on a great act each time they all gathered on special occasions.

What they didn't know was how much it pained him to see the girl he loved be with his best friend. They didn't know that he would sit in his car for minutes to prepare himself to walk into the same room as the two, a fake smile painted on his face. They didn't know that not a single day passed that he didn't think about how he wished it was him that came home to her.

And there was no one else to blame but him.

One ring.

Two rings.

Come on, pick up.

"Hey man–"

"Did you get yours in the mail?" His voice was gruff.

A sigh was heard from the other line. "Yeah. I'm guessing you got yours."

"I can't fucking breathe man."

"I'm sorry, dude. Are you still up for tonight? I'll pay." Minghao offered. He knew alcohol wasn't the best coping mechanism but he'll allow it.

Just for tonight.

"Yeah. I'll be there in 20."

"I'll see you."

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"How did you do it?" He toyed with the half empty glass of whisky in his hand. His third one since their arrival.... an hour ago.

"Do what?" Minghao asked.

"When Kaia got engaged, how did you manage to be okay?"

Minghao shrugged. Like Y/n, Kaia was the one girl that Minghao had let slip through his fingers. He was young and naive; unable to appreciate the girl in front of him because he was far too busy in his own world.

Guess birds of the same feather do flock together.

"I had to. It hurt as hell, still does, but what am I going to do? Call her up? Tell her to choose me inst–" Minghao trailed off, watching a smirk form on his friend's lips. "Don't you dare fucking do it."

Mingyu let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "I won't. Thought about it, but I won't."

He had lost count of the times he nearly called her in the past few years. Whether it was to beg for her back or simply just to hear her voice; Mingyu spent minutes staring at the contact that he had yet to change.

Just as he did with the endless pictures and videos in his camera roll.

It was the last few pieces of her that he had.

In moments of weakness, he looked over those small moments of what they once were; pretending like nothing has changed.

Just for a moment.

"Good. You can be as reckless as you want. Just don't involve them. They're happy now."

Them.

Hoshi and Y/n.

After calling it off with y/n, he expected Hoshi to swoop in and save the day right away. Hell, Mingyu expected y/n to break-up with him and leave him for Hoshi. After the god for saken interaction at the gym during their senior year, he was so sure that Hoshi would have gone running to y/n and let her know about what had taken place and use this as his chance to win the girl over.

But his friend just had to be the good guy, with morals and all the stupid shit that he seemed to have lacked when he broke up with her, and he waited.

Hoshi waited a year for y/n to fully heal from the breakup, staying by her side until the right time came. Going as far as giving Mingyu a heads up that he would pursue her when the time came.

Mingyu could still remember that night as if it was yesterday.

He was getting ready for bed when there had been a knock at his door, catching him off guard. He had just gotten back from playing basketball with the rest of the boys and didn't expect for any of them to be hot on his tail.

He remembered that Hoshi looked absolutely terrified that night, practically stammering over his words before he was able to even get to his point.

"I'm not asking for permission, I think we're too grown for that but– it's been a year and you're okay and she's okay a–and–"

"Spit it out, dude." Mingyu chuckled.

"I'm going to try it out with y/n." Hoshi blurted.

Mingyu blinked. "That's it?"

"Well, yeah– you're my best friend and she's your ex–"

"Like you said. We're adults. Do what makes you happy, man."

He should have told him no.

He should have said some bullshit excuse like "bro code". But Mingyu was dating at the time and had yet to fully process the breakup the way she had.

What a stupid mistake.

Mingyu finished the remaining drink in his cup, standing up from his seat. "Going to get another drink– maybe two, want another?" He gestured over to the bottle of beer his friend had been babysitting.

Minghao nodded. "Get me shot too. You dragged me down with you and now I'm thinking about Kaia and her stupid fucking fiancé."

"I can't be the only one suffering." He winked, turning his heel to head for the bar.

Two rounds turned into five and soon, Mingyu had become incoherent. He had only been in this state once before, being able to handle his alcohol pretty well – it was the day he found out she and Hoshi had gotten engaged.

Mingyu was bed ridden the day after, feeling the aftermath of all the drinks throughout his body. He swore to himself after that day that he would never let himself reach that state again.

So much for that.

"Hey, come on sit up real quick." He felt a tap on his shoulder.

Mingyu groaned, sinking deeper into his mattress – wanting to sleep away the nausea.

This will be the last time. Promise.

"No."

"Water will help."

He continued to ignore his friend but of course, he was adamant – this time lightly shaking his shoulder.

"I'll throw up on you if you do that again." Mingyu swatted his hand away, his eyes remaining closed.

"Drink."

Letting out a defeated sigh, Mingyu managed to sit himself up — holding his hand out for the glass. Halfway through taking his sip, his mind finally registered the voice.

It wasn't Minghao.

Eyes widening, Mingyu whipped his head to where his friend stood.

Big mistake.

"Fuck." Mingyu reached up to hold his head, all while trying to understand why Hoshi was standing in his room – clad in sweats and oversized hoodie.

"You called. Three times." Hoshi read his mind.

Oh, he definitely took it too far this time.

"I'm sorry I bothered you. I– I don't remem–"

Hoshi shook his head. "It's okay. Just be glad that Y/n had her ringer on."

He didn't call Hoshi.

He called y/n.

"We figured it was something serious considering you rarely called her." Hoshi continued.

We.

Of course it was a "we". They lived together.

All while Mingyu drank his consciousness away, Hoshi and y/n were having their usual Friday night in — eating their take away on their white sherpa lined modular couch as they caught up on the latest season of The Bear. A tradition they have upheld since their college days.

The two were in the middle of watching Carm and Richie have their usual screaming match when y/n's phone blared loudly over their voices.

"It's.... Mingyu?" She flashed the phone screen to her fiancé, a puzzled look on her face. The last he had called her was nearly a year ago and it was only because no one else had been answering his texts in the group chat regarding their meeting place for their college friendgroup's annual get together. It was a short call, and not much exchange was made.

But their annual get together wasn't until 3 months from now.

And there was no reason for him to be calling her.

"Answer it." Hoshi reached for the remote to pause the show.

Y/n shook her head. "Most likely a butt dial."

Though the two were cordial, able to maturely share the same space with one another since their break up, y/n knew that there was absolutely no purpose for Mingyu's call unless it was an accidental one. They were friends but not friends who contacted each other outside of group settings and group chats.

They were exes after all. And exes don't contact each other like that. Especially not after 4 years of a beak up.

"He is at a bar right now." Hoshi shrugged, recalling Minghao's instagram story he had tapped through earlier that had Mingyu's handle tagged.

The two happily dismissed the call as nothing but an accident before her phone began to ring. Again.

"Maybe he's hurt?" Hoshi suggested as she pressed the lock button to automatically decline the call.

Ringgg.

"Oh my god, he better be." She groaned, tapping the accept button. "Hello?"

"Whydishuinvitwme?" The sound of the background music, indistinct voices from other patrons and his slurred words sounded nothing but a muffled mess.

"Mingyu are you okay?" Y/n she asked slowly, as if it would have made a difference. She knew he was drunk. In which state? She had yet to figure out.

For all they knew was that he had managed to get into a fight at the bar... or worse, gotten behind the wheel.

"No."

Y/n instantly sat up in her seat, eyes wide — causing Hoshi, who has yet to be filled in, to be in a panic.

"Where are you?"

"Hell." He slurred.

"Mingyu work with me here— Ming— hello?" Y/n heard the beep signaling the call has been ended on the other end, throwing her head back in frustration.

She had initially thought something bad had happened to him but considering the lack of information he was willing to give, y/n realized that his drunken state must have thought it would be funny to give her a call.

Very mature.

Hoshi was at the edge of his seat, trying to read her face. "What's going on? Are they okay? Is he okay?"

"He's drunk out of his mind." Y/n rolled her eyes; leaning back, waiting for him to resume the episode. "He'll be fine."

Hoshi stood from his seat, walking over to the counter – where their respective car keys sat in a ceramic bowl. The bowl that Hoshi had proudly created and painted for her during his senior year — it was meant to be a cereal bowl but y/n claimed that there was no way that it was food grade safe and had opted to use it for accessories instead.

Hoshi had originally took offense to this, spending hours at their school's ceramics room finishing the fine details of the dinnerware only for it to hold keys, various change, and lip balms. But of course, he couldn't resist y/n and grown to love seeing the stupid thing each time he paid her visit. Years later, this bowl had gone from each apartment she had lived at to their now shared home. A small gesture that later hold so much memories for the both of them.

"Let's go." He grabbed his keys.

"You're joking."

"No, come on. He won't call unless it's serious."

"But hone—"

Hoshi let out a chuckle, holding his hand out. "We'll be quick, baby"

"We don't even know where they are."

"Minghao's chronically online and tags all his locations. I think I have a pretty good idea."

The two arrived at the bar within minutes, sticking out like sore thumbs in their sweats in the midst of a crowd that were dressed for a crazy night out.

The world was definitely praying for Mingyu's downfall at this point. Receiving a save the date and being taken care by his ex's fiancé after a night out was not on his 2023 bingo, yet... here it is.

"Does she know you're here?" Mingyu swallowed. He had no memory of the call.

Hell, the last thing he remembered was a group of girls coming by their table and dropping off some shots for him and Minghao; insisting that it was all for a good fun. At his big age, he should have already known that mixing all sorts of liquor was a bad idea.

Hoshi nodded over to his bedroom door signaling that she was just a few feet away. "She's making sure Hao is okay in the guest bedroom. I hope you don't mind, he's spending the night."

"No, yeah that's— that's perfect. I'm sorry you guys had to come out and help us." Mingyu couldn't help but be embarrassed at his current state; afraid of the moment his brain decides to recollect the gaps of memory that lead up to now. He was 99.9% sure he had done something that would require him to go into hiding for at least a year.

"All good." Hoshi gave him a smile.

It was a genuine one.

Mingyu quickly shook away the thought of hating how civil and kind Hoshi was.

Because he knew if it was the other way around, he would have been quite annoyed. Who in their right mind would willingly take care of their fiancé's ex-boyfriend? And do it with a smile?

Granted, they are friends.

Just before Mingyu could utter another word, the door creaked open and her head popped in. She was fully expecting Mingyu to be fast asleep and was hoping to call her future husband out to let him know it was time to head home.

Hoshi looked at his friend's guilty face and glanced over at y/n. He didn't have to say a single thing for her to know what he wanted from her.

"I'll wait in the living room. Be nice." He whispered, placing a kiss at her temple before squeezing past her.

Y/n let out a small sigh, walking over to Mingyu's bed; his eyes trained on her with each move she made.

She looked beautiful as ever. It has been a while since he took in her features; in person at least. She had grown up to be a gorgeous woman, her features have now become matured — it was almost as if he could no longer recognize her.

"How are you feeling?"

"A little drunk still but manageable."

Y/n nodded, pursing her lips. "How are you really feeling?"

"I—" She was never one to be direct. At least, not with him. Taking Mingyu by surprise. "Physically and mentally? Horrible."

She hesitantly took a seat at the foot of his bed. "If we had known how you truly felt, we wouldn't have invited you, you know that right?"

Mingyu found himself subconsciously scoffing. "Whichever decision you guys make, it would have made me look like a total loser. Don't invite me, and everyone will notice and ask. Invite me and everyone will be giving me those stupid pity eyes the whole night."

"Last time everyone checked, we all believed you moved on. You broke up with me. You began dating first. Mingyu— I— listen, you're his best friend. He loves you to death. The past 3 years have felt normal, if we had known—"

She was right and it hurt.

He had put on such a great act for not just her and Hoshi but for everyone around him. Mingyu was able to convince everyone that he could careless if y/n had moved on successfully with his best friend. Going as far as bringing girls around during group settings, joking around with Hoshi about sharing the same girl, and actively initiating any conversation between him and y/n.

He should win an Oscar.

"I don't know what I said or what I did before we got to my apartment. I don't even remember calling you! I'm– I'm okay– Or at least I will be I– I just– seeing you with him hurts. But god, seeing that save the date– fuck I just felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I didn't think I could experience a pain worse than I had been feeling. It was a moment of weakness. Okay? So I'm sorry for ruining whatever image you guys had of me– or happy little group we all have." Mingyu chewed at his lip, running his fingers through his now very short hair. A haircut he impulsively given himself a month ago in an effort to make a somewhat of a change in his life.

So much for that.

"I fucked up when I was with you and I know I'm too late now. My intentions are never to fuck over what you two have, but it fucking hurts." He continued, placing his hand over his chest – gripping at the shirt. Almost as if it was the reason why his heart was feeling so constrained.

"Mingyu, these past few years we never distanced ourselves because you never said a thing. You told me yourself that you don't care. You brought girls around." Y/n heart ached seeing him in pain. She had initially been quite annoyed that Hoshi had forced her out of the comfort of their home to take care of two capable grown adults, but after what he had babbled on about in the car, and the confession he was spilling out now... y/n empathized with him.

After all, she once loved him. She once thought it would be him she would end up marrying. Despite the heartache he put her through, she still cared for him.

Y/n could see the pain glossing over his eyes. The guilt and sorrow that he tried so hard to mask.

How had they missed it all this time?

"I've always been pretty stubborn, haven't I?" Mingyu attempted to joke, forcing out a bitter laugh.

"Look, I only stayed around and kept up with the group because of Hoshi. You guys mean so much to him. He's not trying to rub it in your face that he's got me. He genuinely loves you. All of you. If he was allowed 12 groomsmen, I'm pretty sure all of you would be up standing by him at the altar."

"I'd rather fucking die, if we're being honest." Mingyu couldn't stand the thought of standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for her to come down only for her to be in someone else's arms.

"You know what I mean."

"I know. He's— I think that's why it hurts." He looked down at her hand, unable to stop himself from staring at the ring that sat perfectly on her finger.

Mingyu looked back up, locking eyes with her. "He's such a good man and every time I hear about you two, see you on instagram, or see you in person, I can't help but compare myself to him."

"Don't do that."

"He's everything I couldn't be for you."

"Don't say that."

"Is it not true? I was a piece of shit, y/n. I know it. You know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it. I think about the night I broke it off between us at least once a month. I can still hear you crying, begging for me to not end things. I remember the first time a brought a girl around and how broken you looked. I remember you left early that night. Hoshi took you home. I remember the text you sent me two months after we broke up, telling me how much you missed me and I just deleted that text. I—" His voice cracked, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "I remember all the times I left you hanging when you needed me most."

"I've forgiven you for all of those things, Mingyu." Y/n said softly, reaching over to place a hand on top of his – stopping him from picking at the loose thread of his blanket. "It's all in the past."

Mingyu didn't know how she did it. How she was able to look him, the man that repeatedly broke her heart into pieces, and comfort him.

"But I haven't. I feel like I'm living in a constant nightmare I can't wake up from."

Don't get him wrong. He had tried.

He attempted to distance himself from the group but failed immediately — unable to stay away from the band of brothers he had found comfort in. They were all attached at the hip, having relationship ties with a majority of them since they were in middle school. No matter how horrible their fights got, they always seemed to go back to one another.

And this was no different.

Mingyu tried dating.

That too didn't work.

Because no matter how gorgeous or how smart or how funny the girl was, he couldn't help but compare them to y/n.

They never did measure up to her.

Not in the way Mingyu wanted.

"Mingyu..." She trailed off.

"I'll get over it. Like I said, tonight was just a moment of weakness."

"I really am sorry."

"For what? For moving on? Don't apologize." He shook his head. As much as he hated their situation, and not being to be the man that called her his, he also valued her happiness.

Something he wasn't able to do years ago.

"For choosing, of all the people in the world, him."

Mingyu winced at her words. "Can't believe I'm saying this but I'm glad it's him. He's— he's a good fucking guy. He worships the ground you walk on. Been doing it since our freshman year. He's– He's a great pick and at least I know you're in good hands."

There was no second guessing that Mingyu felt some sort of resentment towards Hoshi.

And it was all from pure envy.

Because despite being the first one to love y/n, Mingyu seemed to have done everything wrong. He started off so strong, fulfilling all that he had promised when he was trying to win her heart over the first few years. But of course, he fell short. He wasn't able to be consistent.

Not like Hoshi.

From what Mingyu has heard and observed from the two, they seemed to still be in the honeymoon phase. After all those years of pining and waiting for y/n, and the years of being together, Hoshi is still continuously pursuing her.

There was not a single Friday where he failed to bring home flowers; keeping the light pink vase by her bedside filled with fresh picks from the local flower shop. He made sure that despite their busy schedules, he had a date night planned and reserved. All she had to do was simply show up. Hoshi kept her updated, even if this was a quick trip to the grocery store — he made sure not a single ounce of doubt was instilled in her.

These weren't things y/n asked for.

Hoshi did it without being told. The bare minimum.

"I think it would have been worse to see you move on with a guy who treated you the same way I did.... or worse." Mingyu continued. Almost as if he was coming to the realization himself.

"You need to stop blaming yourself."

He couldn't help it.

Mingyu had always thought of the what if's.

What if he just fought harder?

What if he had just been a little more patient?

What if he never broke it off?

What if he was better with managing his time?

What if he told Hoshi no?

What if it had been him?

"I'll learn eventually."

Y/n scooted closer to him, giving his hand a squeeze. "To you, it may seem that things ended badly. And you may think I have this horrible image of you in my head but I need you to know all those voices in your head are wrong. You will always be this dorky little puppy that made my horrible days during school all the better. The boy that forced himself to watch Twilight Zone no matter how spooked he was because he thought it was the same thing as Twilight. The boy that learned to cook because we were two broke college students who couldn't afford to go on dates. The boy that took micro bio with me because you knew how much I hated science classes."

The tears he had fought so hard from falling no longer stood a chance; each droplet racing down his face. Mingyu had no idea these small memories were something that she held on to.

All while he replayed the bad times in his head — y/n only hung on to the good times.

"You will always be the boy that showed me how beautiful young love could be." Y/n placed a hand on his cheek; using her thumb to wipe away the tears.

Mingyu found himself leaning into her touch, closing his eyes. It has been so long since he felt her warmth — allowing himself to savor this short moment of affection.

Because he knew this would be his last.

"Thank you." Mingyu said softly, reaching up to place his hand over hers. "I think— I think I really needed this."

"In a way, I think I did too."

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teatreeoill · 6 months

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|| Crush (Gojo Satoru X Reader) ||

Short one shot, in which Gojo finds out reader has a crush on him. TW: mentions of Alcohol and smoking

"I mean, if you had to choose one of them?" Your hands slipped further on the table, your palm grazing the wood while you fixed your gaze on Shoko's uninterested eyes. "No," She said calmly. "But if you really, really had to?" Her eyes darted across the room, her mind in dire need of a change in conversation topic. "If I really - really, had to," She sighs, "I guess I'd pick Satoru." Your heart dropped at the mention of his name. I knew it! "But really," She continued, "I think he makes a horrible team with anyone, it doesn't matter how strong you are if you can't do that, y'know? But those six-eyes are no joke, so if I had to, I guess -" Your confused expression stopped her from talking further. "Shoko, I meant if you had to pick one to - uh, you know, "

All the confidence you mustered to bring up the topic in the first place had vanished, you slid back into the chair, watching Shoko's face shrink with disgust. "No." The drink before you emptied quickly as silence took over the room, each time you wanted to say something you felt your throat tense as the drunk haze had begun to clear. Perhaps it really was a bad idea to talk about this. "I have a feeling this isn't really about me, is it?" She reached to open another canned sake. "I would like to say that you can tell me anything, but I have a feeling I wouldn't want to hear this," She took a long sip, "But I'll play along. Who'd you choose?" She was far too familiar with your mannerisms, knowing you would never admit to it any other way. For a few months now, she had been brushing off her suspicions as misinterpretations. "I - I would, hm, maybe, Satoru?" Regret settled deeper in your throat, but you knew it was too late to make up some excuse to leave this conversation. "It's not like I'd do anything about it, you know?" Shoko's eyes widened as you spoke, she tried to utter a few protest words, her hands are signaling you to stop talking. You felt your face turn red, "I mean, It's just a crush, nothing to be too flustered about, right? What do those last, like a few months at most? Just don't look at those beautiful blue eyes, and that snowy white hair… It'll go away on its own!" Aware that it's too late, Shoko had buried her face in her palms. That's it, the thought passed through your brain, She will never respect me again.

"It really is nothing to be flustered about. Quite understandable - really." A familiar voice came from behind, you could hear the grin in his tone. You desperately stared at Shoko, your eyes begging her to say anything - anything to rescue you from the embarrassment. Shoko cleared her throat, "It is, very understandable! That you have a crush on this guy, who doesn't even attend Jujutsu High!" Ah, it could have been such a good save. "Oh yes!" Gojo laughed, kneeling next to your chair with his hand placed firmly on your shoulder, "Such a shame, but it's not like you have to see his beautiful blue eyes and snowy white hair every day," He failed to hold back his laugh. "I'm sure it'll go away on its own." You focused your eyes on the table - Twelve cans of sake, only seven open. Gojo's hand on your shoulder. Oh god. Ashtray, still smoking. Salty chip packets - 2,3 … no 4, one has fallen off the table. Gojo's hand making its way to your lower back. How's Kyoto this time of year?

"There's nothing to be shy about." His whisper catches you off guard, his face so close to yours you were sure he could smell the alcohol coming off of each of your heavy breaths. You find the strength to stand up, your chair screeching on the floor. Gojo almost lost his balance. "It's getting late, Shoko, thank you for the - actually, let's never drink again. I'll see you tomorrow." You walked the dark corridor, unable to focus on anything other keeping yourself balanced after so many drinks, keeping the thoughts on solving your predicament for a more sober time. A hand brushed your wrist before gripping it tightly and pulling you to its direction. Even in the dark, you could see the blue of his eyes. "Listen, I really meant what I said." You uttered, watching his smirk widen. "No smart comebacks now!" You felt your chest heat up, the shame had turned to anger. People have feelings, why does it have to be a joke? His hand loosened its grip on yours. "We're not children anymore Satoru, It's a crush. It'll be gone just as fast as it came. You don't have to joke about it, just forget it." Never in his life had he let you finish so many sentences without a snarky remark. You tried to read his face, but the shadows covered his expression. "Say it again." You felt his body come closer to yours, his lips almost touching yours, you haven't noticed yourself stumbling backwards until the wood boards on the nearest wall had pressed to your back. "Say what again?" "Say you have a crush on me," His voice lower than usual. Fine, if it's going to be a joke, I guess it's better to go with it. "I have a crush on you, Satoru Gojo." As you tried to rid yourself of your compromising position his hand grabbed the back of your neck, entangling itself in your hair. Tension formed at the pit of your stomach. "I have the biggest crush on you, Sa-" you mustered the huskiest voice you could find, but he wouldn't let you finish, his tongue already trying to find its place in your mouth. He freed his hand from your hair just to grab your legs, lifting them up to wrap around him, his fingers digging deep into your thighs. He pauses to catch a breath, his face resting in the crook of your neck, just to huff a few words; "Well, aren't I lucky?"

#gojo x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n

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kaylas-world-0 · 5 months

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Rayman x Reader

A/N: He is the Rayman from the games, there is no other choice for this story, sorry~ But you can think either romantic or platonic for this :)

I'll try to make this as fluffy as I can. My angst loving soul don't know how to write fluff lmao

Writing Rayman from the games is something else for me. In really good ways

Nothing written in this story has anything to do with games plot. I wrote it all myself ;)

Summery: We both try to escape from some weird creatures

Warnings: Intense cursing

Words: 2.6k

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Couldn't choose between all these moments for the gif so I added every one of them (probably gonna regret that later lol Because I no longer have any good gifs for him any more but whatever.)

Seeing Rayman angry is just a cherry on top.

I am going to post this but I feel bad for not writing fluff/comfort/pure lovely moments like I planned to, so I might write down something cute for him soon~

I really wanted to write something cartoon-ish too because, you know, Rayman is very much 'cartoon-ish', he is made for that. I guess at least I made that come true instead of a full fluff.

Also, I may have relieved my exam stress on him 👀💦

On The Run

What's happening? You don't have a clue. You only knew that Rayman ran past you in the forest ten minutes ago without even stopping to say hi, he looked really panicked too you have to say. And quickly after Rayman's hand came back, finding your own and quickly sweep away your taken aback body before the spears met with you. And, well, you were suddenly included in a chase you don't have a clue about.

You two run for your dear little lives, in the meantime dodging a few spears thrown to pierce through your guts and quickly jump behind a few bushes out of breath. Hearing angry yells and screams increasing you both held your breath in. A few seconds later all of them ran past you. You heaved a relieved sigh.

What with this all about? Well, obviously you don't have all the details but you knew someone who did. You can finally question him about all this. With a scowl you turn to face him, finding him invading your personal space, not that you minded (it was funny, really), sticking to your side desperately, maybe that's not the right word to use but he was definitely, on purpose or not, sticking to you like a little kid would do to their mother, still eyeing for any intruders. If you weren’t so angry you would find that cute. Honestly at that moment, you didn't give a fuckthought. Your blood boils in anger. You weren't mad at him. You were tired and worried. Okay, maybe your tired body turning your worry into anger a bit. But you are angry at his reckless side. How wouldn't you be? You know he did something again that bothered these people. (It could also be the fact that because all people on this planet are either crazy or whatever) But it's not like he is doing that on purpose. But he still needs to be more mindful of his surroundings.

You whisper shouted, nudging his chest with your finger, causing him to look at you, "What the fuck did you do this time Rayman?!" You panthed out with a glare. Asking nicely? What is that?

He stared at you surprised (maybe a bit hurt) and huffed out, "What do you mean this time? I didn't do anything!" He scoffed, a hand over his heart with an offended tone.

You rolled your eyes at that and glanced outside, you quickly duck seeing more of them walking past the bush. You cursed under your breath. Thankfully they were dumber than they look.

You glanced at him, "Why do they want you?" You whispered with a hiss.

He smirked, "Who knows! I mean I can't blame them. Everyone wants me!" Here he goes again, you were being dead serious and he starts joking.

You stared at him with the most dumbfounded and sour expression you ever weared, "They fucking want your guts out, you idiot! Don't start with me with those cheesy lines!”

He mushed his lips and stared at you. You stared back with a raised brow. He couldn't hold his stare much longer with how you're glaring at him and finally grumbled out defeated, hiding away from your intense stare, "Okay, okay fine! It might be... a little bit my fault."

You scoffed, "A little bit?”

"I admitted didn't I?”

"What did you do?"

He avoided you with a comedic sweat, "Ahhh…”

"Rayman. What Did You Do?”

"You're going to be so mad." He chuckled nervously.

You can't be more mad then you already are. But again, your expression softened with how actually nervous he looked about all this. You knew he felt guilty. You know him after all. You let out a long silent sigh and reached out to hold his hands, pressing your thumbs over the back of them, kind of stroking to ease him up, "Rayman, I promise I will not yell at you anymore then I already did. Just tell me. I need to know." You sounded more like reassuring yourself then him. Did you forgive him? No? You don't know what you are even forgiving him about! But you did actually soften up on him.

He didn't believe that but confessed anyway, "I uh... might... accidentally woke up a whole civilization??" He sounded unsure of himself.

You stared at him, and he stared back.

"What... the fuck?" What does that suppose to mean?

He laughed, "I said the same thing until you find me and drag me away, my divine savior~" Wasn't that the opposite?

You sighed and grabbed the bridge of your nose, "I feel like I am gonna regret asking this but... how?"

He tapped his chin, "Well, I also have no idea! I was walking around the forest a few hours ago then I found myself in the underground. I guess the ground may have shifted or the place I was standing in collapsed. Either way I find myself exploring the cave to find a way out and, well, that's how I find the burrow. And here we are!" He continued despite seeing your progressive disturbed expression, "They were really aggressive and grumpy, I think they want some kind of revenge for disturbing their sleeping ritual or something—”

You reach your hand and shut him up with a tired face, "Okay, I think that's enough information. We are gonna think of something now. We need to avoid them and find a way back to send them whatever place they come crawling from. Okay..." You muttered to yourself.

Rayman grabbed your hand off of his mouth and muttered your name.

"Not now, I am thinking.”

"But-”

You sushed him, "No, nope, sush, no talking! I don't wanna listen! Just lemme think!”

He stared at you unamused but his expression quickly changed to something nervous. He called out your name again this time a bit louder.

You groaned, rubbing your face, "Ray, What part of "be quiet" don't you understand? What do you want?! You want them to find us?!”

He choked out, "Ahh, about that…”

"Look I only wanted a peaceful day today, getting chased by a crazy herd, not what I had in mind- annnd.... They find us, didn't they?" You sighed.

He nodded, "Pretty much." Soon enough all kinds of sharp-tipped spares were extended towards from all sides. You both quickly raised your hands in the air, surrounded by them. You cursed under your breath not amused at all.

"Well, this could have gone much worse.”

You soon find yourselves in a cell, soon to be turned into a chewing toy. Surrounded by many of them readying the meal you will be in today.

"You have to jinx it, didn't you?" Before he can open his mouth again you threatened showing a rock, "If you open your mouth one more time I swear I’ll force this inside your mouth—”

He raised his hand, "Jeez, alright, alright. I am sorry! What got into you today?” He knew you wouldn't actually do that. You love him too much for that. (But, did you have it in you? Yes. Would you actually do that if he was someone else? Most definitely. Is he afraid of this fact? Absolutely. He definitely know to not underestimate you.) He couldn't help but admit that it sounded so absurd coming from you in that moment though. It also shouldn't amused him but it did.

You forced a short laugh, "What got into me? Oh, lemme think." You sarcastically mumbled, mocking him and tapped your chin as if you were thinking.

He frowned, not letting you start sorting it all out, "Okay, okay. I get it. I said sorry, didn't I? It was lame of me to even ask that. Sorry for trying to be nice.” He stuck his tongue out playfully.

"A sorry not gonna save us from becoming a MEAL OF THE DAY!!" You groaned.

He hummed and shrugged, "I wouldn't worry much. After all this isn't the first time I was imprisoned.”

You stared at him, "We saved your ass when you were imprisoned."

"Saved me?" He smirked, "If I remember correctly, which I know I am, you and Globox were also imprisoned for the sake of saving me, I am touched really. Though it was a weak plan, assuming being held captive was part of your idea~"

You grumbled grimacing, "It was Globox's idea. I didn't have anything better to do so I just followed along. BUT we did save your ass didn't we? That's what counts! Besides, I'm not seeing you having any bright ideas!!”

"Who said I didn't have any?" He grinned, noticing your pause.

You give him a face, "If you had a plan this whole time... WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?!" God, so that’s why he has been acting so relaxed! He has always been some kind of a laid back person, but this would be too much (Not counting the fact that he knows when to strike). In fact, he should have been happy that he had a reasonable explanation for this situation because you were about to slap him hard for how careless he had been so far and how careless he had been all day.

"Calm down! It was a work in progress and now I am not gonna jinx it again. So, are you in or not?”

You give him a side glare at him and turn away.

He sighed, "Look, I am sorry. Sincerely, coming from the deepest of my heart. I really didn't mean to cause all this. It's also my fault that you are involved in my mess too. So, at least let me help to fix it, okay? You can kick my ass after this." He kind of dragged you away, yes, but it was to save you and you were thankful that he did (how wouldn't you?) but that doesn't mean he is also the one to start all these.

You heaved a sigh, and shook your head with a soft smile, "Lead the way, eggplant." You grinned seeing his little eye roll. You definitely gonna remember the last thing he said.

“I will save us. That’s a promise.” He sounded even more genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. You better be. I don’t wanna end up as a snack before bedtime. So, care to tell me the plan?”

He grinned mischievously, a determined glint in his eyes, "You will find out soon enough. You know me. It's not that complicated to figure out. Even better when you know they are not too smart to figure out."

You raised a brow not fond of him still depriving you of an explanation. But you guessed it was better to leave like that seeing those creatures still roaming all around.

Soon after your 'nice' conversations you both find yourselves tied up together in a cauldron full of water with a fire burning underneath. The creatures throwing chopped vegetables on you.

Your unamused expression hardened, "How much longer are we going to wait?" You grumbled. "They are slowly cooking us alive!"

"Yeah, I won't be a good dinner for them. You have more areas where they can chew off." You swear he was laughing behind you. You growled and hit him in the head with your own, you had no other option. Your arms were tied. "Don't start again! I'm serious! I'm starting to get worried. My feet are burning!”

He hissed in pain, "Sorry, force of habit... or maybe coping... either way..." he took a sharp breath, "My plan gonna work."

"You are not even doing anything! What kind of plan is that? Just admit already that you have no idea how we can get out of this station!”

"No, because I do. I'm just waiting for the right moment.”

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah. And I believe that. I am sure you do-- Wait a fucking moment." You hissed. You can't belive you forget about his ability, "You fucking have control all over your body! Whatever the floaty, gravity bending thing you do! You can easily get out of this rope!! They only tied our bodies, not hands or feet! Fuck! Why didn't you do something about this earlier Rayman?! Are you trying to piss me off on purpose! I swear---" Your words are stuffed inside your mouth, literally. One of the creatures got annoyed (or tired) of your talking and harshly pushed an apple in your mouth. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Rayman glanced back with a stuffed laugh. Okay, maybe you did deserve this but you are not gonna admit that. You gave him a death glare and he quickly looked away. But you still heard his stuffed snickers and feel his shaking body.

He nudges your side with his hand and your eyes quickly widen, "For your concern, ya think I would forget about something my own body capable of since forever? I already handled that. And for your nice question, like I said, I am one step ahead of you, darling~" he quickly hid the key before one of the creatures could see and cautiously examined the surroundings carefully.

He whispered, "When I came back here there was no way out of this place but the hole I fell down from. Thankfully, I was able to crawl back out but there is no sight of that hole anymore so I am gonna assume they blocked it. So there is only one option left for us to choose. What we're gonna do is, use the real door. The one I couldn't pass before. And for that we needed the key. Though one of us is gonna need to distract them while the other opens the door. Then we both escape and lock them in here, like it should have been." You're gonna kick his ass for not telling you about this sooner and made you believe that he actually didn't have any clue. Though you didn't know which one is good, his acting for the sake of the creatures (you have no idea what they are) not notice? Or him playing with you just for fun. Actually... you were happy that he did have a plan. Because it would be the worst tragicomic death in the hero's history.

His eyes widened when he felt your weight on his back... more than normally. You two were back to back forcefully pressed together yeah but... you were leaning on him? In relief? Comfort? He didn't know. But he couldn't help his lips turn into a soft smile.

"Well, I might ruin our moment here..." he trailed off. "I love hot baths as much as the next person but we should get moving. I don't think I like vegetable soup especially if we are in it.”

He felt the vibration of your laugh on his back causing his smile to widen. He glanced back at you with a smirk, his hand helping you to remove the red apple as he whinked.

"You ready to kick some little ass?" Those green creatures were nearly half of your height. You still can't believe how you two get caught that easily. You two were unprepared. But this time will be different.

You smirked, "It's always so nice to fight alongside you.”

"That's good to hear because I really needed that." He hummed as he slowly unwrapped the tight rope from around both of you, "You know, thinking our situation it's both humiliating and funny as hell. It could be our little secret. How's that sound?”

"Like heaven, and also the thought of what I can do after I get back home. Sleep all day long. Sounds good, huh?" You snickered knowing that's exactly what he will do too.

"After kicking my ass?”

You held back a laugh, "You want to be beaten up that much?” You pressed your back on his on purpose this time with a smirk.

He glanced back at you, "I think all the fighting we are gonna do here will be enough.”

"Agreed." You both jumped out of the cauldron within a fighting stance, raising up your fists.

You bawled, "Who wanna have some of these?" You showed your fists.

The creatures stood staring. Soon all screamed a war cry running towards you. You two smirked and launched.

#rayman x reader #rayman #cl rayman #allenwrites #reader #x reader #captain laserhawk rayman #phantom show rayman

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seospicybin · 1 year

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HAPPIEST SEASON.

Han x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: It's the first time you take your best friend Han to spend Christmas holiday with your family and to also announce a great news but the more he knows the more he's doubting himself. (19,4k words)

Author's note: It's slow burn, best friends to lovers, just a tad bit angsty, warm and fluffy with a side of family drama and ex jealousy. It's my gift to you, hope you like it! Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone :)

Marry your best friend.

Han ever heard that line before, either from a movie or an advertisement, he couldn't remember. What he's trying to say is he has no problem with it but he's having a hard time making sense of it.

How can you marry your own best friend? Wouldn't that be weird? Isn't it going to feel like marrying your second cousin or something?

"If we don't find love then we'll just marry each other."

You once said it as a joke or he thought it was.

Han isn't opposed to the idea, he is pretty much given up searching for love because what's the use though if it would only end up in heartbreak and misery?

On the other side, you got tired of going on blind dates your father set for you in order to find you the one, or in your words 'the one' your father approved.

Just like tonight, it seems like you've just gone on another one and you come to his place afterward like you always do, either to vent about the date, your father and how you only obey him because of his stubbornness.

Han would intently listen to your rant with a can of beer in hand. Except, you seem so calm and he takes it that the date went well.

"You're working on something?" You asked from the doorway of his bedroom while taking your cardigan off.

"Just keeping myself busy," he answers, a bit stammering at the sight of you in a red dress that makes you look so radiant.

He clears his throat before asking, "what's up?"

You lean the side of your body against the doorframe, looking a little distracted like something is bothering you, then you softly sigh, "can we talk?"

Everyone would agree with him that those three words are anxiety-inducing he immediately thinks if he has done something wrong to you.

You take two canned drinks out of his fridge and hand the beer to him while you have your favorite peach-flavored drink in your hands.

"How was the date?" He asks because it seems like what you're going to talk about is something related to it.

"It was alright," you answered.

That convinced him that the date went well just as he guessed, and he feels relieved that he can finally pop open his can of beer, then takes a long gulp.

You sit next to him on the couch and take a sip of your drink as well while looking at the tree outside, changing its leaves at the turn of the season.

"You remember I once said that if we don't find love, we'll just marry each other?" You asked out of the blue.

Han laughs in response and takes another sip of his beer.

You put your drink away and shift on your seat to face him, "I think it's time," you said.

You do this all the time, keeping a straight face so that he can't tell the difference whether you're telling a joke or being serious. But it must be the former, right?

"Yeah, sure," he half-heartedly replies with a dry laugh.

You put your hand on his forearm and it feels cold that he turns his head at you, you look a little distressed like something is bothering your head.

"Why are you so nervous?" He bluntly asks because he has never seen you like this.

For him, you always have been the happy-go-lucky kind of girl, it's like you bring your own sun wherever you go and spread the warmth to everyone around you.

You put on a small smile before speaking, "Listen, Han, I'm getting tired of my father setting me up with these people that I barely knew."

He acknowledges the issue because you have told him enough to know that you're just so done with all of it.

"I figured that if I'll ever marry someone, it's not going to be someone my father chooses for me," you said.

He nods while intently listening to you, putting his hand over yours to show he's taking your side on the matter.

"And I choose you," you said.

It takes him more than a minute to process those words, because a) he didn't expect the talk would lead to b) implying that you choose him and c) to marry you?

He bursts out laughing because he doesn't know how else to react to this.

"You're joking right?" He asks because you always keep a straight face when you're telling a joke.

You shake your head, "No, I'm not," you shortly replied.

His laughs slowly die down and are replaced by anxiety, "but we're friends," he innocently remarks.

"And isn't that just great?" You exclaimed.

That's not the answer he expected, you seem rather delighted by this fact.

"We've been friends for years and we know each other the best and we're comfortable around each other," you listed all of the things that would favor the union.

If you put it that way then yes, it doesn't weird at all to marry your best friend.

"Come on! Let's get married!" You cheerfully said with your shoulder bumping him.

Yet Han is still not convinced by the idea, he was just minding his business a few minutes ago and the next thing he knows his best friend proposed to him. Anyone can understand how confusing this situation is for him.

"But– but, we're fri– we're not—" he is at a loss for words that he's unable to finish his sentence.

As a friend of his for years and grow a telepathic connection with him, you understand what he's trying to ask you.

You take his hand on his lap and clasped it, "Marriage is not always about love. I just think that if I want to spend the rest of my life with someone, I want it to be with my best friend," you explained.

And five years of friendship proves nothing but he does have those feelings for you but not in a romantic way.

Maybe it's possible after all, to marry your best friend with no love involved, but another question pops into his head.

"What about your father?" He asks.

You lean in closer and look him in the eyes, "I did this because I do want this. Not because of my father or anyone else for that matter, I want this," you emphasize how much you meant your words to him.

You don't need to do all that, he sees right through you, you crinkle your nose when you lie and all he can see right now is the sincerity in your eyes.

There are so many rhetorical questions appearing in his head and just like any other human being, he keeps being haunted by his own failures of his past romantic relationships that he can't help but ask you this one question.

"What if it doesn't work out?" He meekly asks.

You put on a smile and ask him back, "What if it works out?"

And he likes that about you, how you always see the world through a different view, how you always look on the brighter side of things, and how you can easily infect him with your confidence.

That's what he needs in his life, confidence and you help him build it in him over time.

That's only one of the many good things you've done for him, if he should list everything, it would take him forever.

You shake the hand on his lap to snap him out of his head, "Han, you know you're free to say no, there's no pressure," you reminded him.

He takes a shaky breath and awkwardly massages his temple, "it's just... so sudden," he admitted.

You crack a laugh, "I know, right? Just take your time," you assured him.

You take your hand off of him and grab your drink, walking away to the kitchen to give Han space and time to think.

He thinks it all over in his head, listing every pros and cons of marrying you.

Everything you said is fair and sensible.

You indeed know him best to the point that he doesn't have to hide his true self from you and the idea of having, living in that safe space for the rest of his life won him over almost immediately.

He looks at you as you return to the couch with a new can of drink, put the drink on the table then all of sudden, kneels on the floor in front of him.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" He asks in shock.

"Properly proposing you," you casually answer and take the ring tab from the empty can of your drink.

You look up at him with a smile on your face, "Han Jisung, will you marry me?"

Never in a million years he thought that his best friend would be on her knee and proposed to him!

He's in his black sweater and sweatpants, his hair is unruly from staying the night up finishing a track and he is aware of the mess in his small apartment, the dishes piling on the sink, and a basket full of dirty laundry in the corner of the room.

And he's certain that he doesn't have it in him to be a husband.

Yet here you are, kneeling in front of him and asking him to marry you.

He takes a deep breath, taking a moment to try to verbalize his thoughts into words even though everyone knows that's an impossible thing to do.

In the end, he settles with a simple answer, "let's do this!"

There is a deep crease between your eyebrows, "what do you mean by that?"

"Let's do this!" He repeats, "let's get married!"

"Are you saying yes?" You asked with your breath hitched at the end of the sentence.

"I am, yes, yes I do!" He says, softly laughing at how your face was all tensed and pale.

You break down on the floor and he thought you are about to faint, but you propped your hands behind you, "oh fuck!"

He holds out his hands to help you get up from the floor, he uses all of his strength to pull you up so that you crashed against him on the couch.

"I didn't know how nerve-wracking a marriage proposal is until now," you said while clutching your chest and then putting your arms around his neck, hugging him so tight.

"Thank you for saying yes," you said.

"You're welcome, I guess?" He gets flustered because it should be him kneeling on the floor for you, not the other way around.

When you let go of the hug, he sees your eyes brimming with tears.

"Are you crying?" He asked in pure confusion.

"No," You said while hurriedly wiping the tears that rolled down one side of your cheek.

"I'm just so happy, I guess?"

Han didn’t know you needed his answer that badly but at the same time, he can’t explain why he’s just as happy.

A few weeks after the proposal, you both moved into a new apartment intending to adjust to each other by living together.

He likes the new apartment because a) it is bigger than his old one b) you both have your own rooms and c) you share a bathroom, but he doesn't mind it because he gets to borrow your shampoo when he runs out.

He never skipped a meal since he started living with you, he knows where his things are because you keep everything well organized and he doesn't have to worry when he needs to wake up early in the morning.

He used to think that moving in with someone takes a great commitment, nobody said that this would be this easy or maybe it's because he's living with you that makes it seem so easy.

The more he thinks about the marriage, the more plausible it becomes to him, marrying his best friend.

The bedroom door is ajar but you come knocking on his door when he's packing for the trip to your parent's house for the holidays.

He looks up to see you in your night dress and smiling at him while showing him the canned drinks in your hands, "drinks?"

He grins at the idea, "sure!"

You step inside and lean against his desk, forgetting that his desk is so close to crumbling down.

You retreat and sit on his bed instead, handing him his favorite late-night beverage, beer.

Clanking your cans against each other before taking a sip, then you notice the things scattered on his bed, "do you need help packing?" You offered.

"It's okay. I'm almost done anyway," he answers but actually, he's still trying to go through the list of things he should pack in his head.

You softly smile and help him tidy up his folded shirts, "you're not nervous, right?"

"About the trip?"

"Yeah."

"A little," he honestly answers.

"What about you?"

You take a long gulp of your drink before answering, "I've never been this nervous to come home for the holidays," you admitted.

He understands that it's not going to be an easy thing to let your family know that you proposed to someone, to your own best friend, to him.

You take his stacks of t-shirts and roll them one by one, "It's just the uhm... there'll always be a drama," you awkwardly said with a flustered laugh.

"Well, at least, when relatives ask about my love life, I can confidently answer that I'm engaged," you said with a low laugh.

See? You always know where to look for the silver lining. But he can only respond with a dry laugh because he wouldn't be that confident to tell anyone if he's engaged to someone like him.

Once you both finished both of your drinks, you get up from his bed and take the empty cans with you, "if there's nothing else I can help you with then I'm going to bed."

"Sure yeah, you need to rest," he says remembering that he does not yet have a driving license so you'll be the one driving the three hours trip.

You place a hand on his shoulder and softly squeeze it, leaning in to kiss him briefly on the cheek, "don't stay up too late, okay?"

In the years-long of being friends, he remembers the three occasions in which you kissed him on the cheek, one was on graduation day, two was when he sold his first track and three was when he caught your favorite plushie from the vending machine for you.

And now, you start this habit of kissing him on the cheek before bed. To be honest, it felt weird getting it at first but now it feels weird when you didn't give him a goodnight kiss before bed.

"Goodnight!" You say while lingering in his doorway.

"Goodnight!" He says back, watching you leave his bedroom but keep the door ajar.

Gosh, why is he always sleeping through his alarm? Thanks to you, he's never late waking up in the morning and getting better at being tardy. With his eyes still heavy with sleep, he trudges his way to the bathroom only to barge in on you drying your hair in your bathrobe.

"I'm sorry. The door is open so I thought—" he slurs his words because his brain isn't properly functioning yet without caffeine.

You laugh at him, "no worries!"

Han will never get used to seeing you with that much-exposed skin. Just because you're his best friend doesn't mean that it's normal for him to see you naked, he still takes it as something inappropriate.

You sense his discomfort and unplug the hairdryer, "I'll continue in my bedroom," you say then leave the bathroom.

Knowing that he only can do much without a driving license, Han gets all of the bags down from the apartment and loads them into the car, warming up the car engine for you.

"Do you still have any space left in your bag?" You ask, the moment you get in the driver's seat.

He grabs his backpack from the backseat and unzips it, "I think so," he answers.

You hand him your book, "I forgot to put it in the suitcase," you say.

"I got this," he takes the book and puts it inside his backpack.

Han tries to stay awake the whole ride but he didn't listen to you to not stay up late, he went to sleep so late that he falls asleep in the car.

When he wakes up, there are only a few kilometers left on the trip.

The closer he gets to your parent's house the more nervous he gets, he met your parents a few times before but this will be his first time coming to your parent's house.

Your family is nice but now that he's agreed to marry you, he feels the need to prove himself that he's worthy to be a part of your family. He's not sure if he'll ever be a part because you have a picture-perfect family, your father is a retired district attorney and your mother is a licensed psychologist, your older sister teaches at university, she has also married a lawyer from a successful blind date your father set them up.

Well, he doesn't have to tell you how great you are, you are smart and beautiful, and you are on your way to being a great architect.

How can he compare himself to all of that? He's just a struggling musician, he earns money from making music and no one even knows who he is.

He feels so small already from assessing all that greatness in your family. How is he going to fit in? To add to his suffering, he's not great at being around family, no wait, he's not great at being around people in general.

"We're here!" You announce with a gleeful smile on your face.

If only he wasn't that nervous, he would be as happy as you but he manages to put on a smile for you.

"I'll get our things, don't worry!" He says. He needs a little more time to prepare himself before meeting your family.

But you help him get your things from the car and drag them to the front door of the house, then ring the doorbell with a gleeful smile on your face.

A moment later, someone opens the door followed by a shriek, "oh my God, it's you!"

Han sighs in relief after seeing that it's your sister who opened the door, he met your sister several times because she visited you a lot when you were still in university.

He watches as you reunited with your sister and exchange a kiss on the cheek after.

"I think you remember Han," you take a wild guess and present him to your sister.

"Of course! Hi, hello, Han!" She greets him like an old friend, then proceeds to give him a quick hug.

The house is looking empty when he enters but as soon as your little nephew runs down the stairs, it's getting a little loud.

You kneel on the floor with your arms open to embrace little Lee as he rushes to hug you and his father comes down the stairs after him.

Your sister introduce him to your brother-in-law and Han is grateful that he's not as serious as he thought he would be just because he's a lawyer, "nice to see you!"

Not long after, your parents come down the stairs as well and greet both of you with smiles on their faces.

"Mom, dad!" You greet and hug them in turns.

He stiffens at the sight of them and he starts to get hot with all the layers of clothes he's wearing inside the house.

"This is Han," you introduce him only by his name and he guesses that you haven't given them the details yet.

Your father comes up to him first and taps him on the shoulder.

"Long trip, huh?" He asks.

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone laughs at how he sounded so rigid when he answers your father.

"Call me however you want," Your father says with a laugh and a squeeze on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're both home!" Your mother adds and firmly shakes his hand, "how are you?"

"I'm great," he shortly replies and he quickly thinks of something to say back, "you have a wonderful house!"

She brightly smiles at his compliment and places a hand on the small of his back, "it was my grandmother's," she informs.

You glance at him and sense that it's probably too overwhelming for him, you come to his side, "we're a little tired from the trip so..." you trailed your words to let them catch on your intention.

Your mother nods, "Oh yeah, sure, I have the rooms ready for you two!"

You must have noticed that it's too much for him since it's the first time he comes to your parent's house and he'll spend the rest of the holiday with your family.

You seem to mind that your mother assigned him to the room in the basement but due to your sister being pregnant, little Lee sleeps in the guest bedroom and Han sleeps in the basement.

He doesn't mind though, it's not like the two of you have been sleeping in one room anyway. He's unpacking his things when you come to see him, knocking on the door when it's already open, and sheepishly smiles when he looks at you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that you'd be sleeping in the basement," you apologize and sit on the bed next to him.

"No, it's alright, I kind of like it."

You raise an eyebrow at him as if you just heard him wrong.

"I mean, at least I can comfortably work on my track in here," he quickly explains before you get the wrong idea or maybe the optimism in you seeps into him.

"Good to hear that!" You said, a little relieved.

"Anyway, we'll be out tonight to have a family dinner," you informed.

He's not sure if he brought anything suitable for a family dinner, all he can think about is the cold weather so he packed a lot of thick, warm clothes.

As if you sense the panic in him, you go to his other duffel bag, then pull out a black shirt and slacks that he doesn't remember he packed.

"I'll iron these for you," you said.

Thanks to you he doesn't have to worry about being underdressed for a family dinner in a fine-dining restaurant.

Also, your father is a well-respected man in town, a few people stopped by just to greet him and he got to introduce everyone at the table.

When it comes to introducing him, your father addresses him as your friend and he would glance at you to see your reaction.

By the time the main course is being served, someone comes by the table and everyone seem to recognize him as they're surprised but delighted by the visit.

"Oh, we haven't seen you in a long time!" Your mother says with a smile.

Han is the only one who is clueless about who he is, maybe a distant relative or...

"You came home!" He says to you and leans down to do what the French usually do when they greet each other.

"I've just arrived this afternoon," you told him and didn't forget to introduce him to this mysterious, charming man.

"This is Han and Han this is, Chris, he's a friend from high school," you introduced.

"Oh come on! We are more than just 'high school friends'," Chris playfully says to the entire table and earning chuckles from everyone.

Han gets up from his chair to give the man a handshake, "Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too!" He says back to him with a firm grip on his hand.

"Wow, it feels weird now seeing you all big and muscular and a what? A star athlete!" Your sister says with admiration in her eyes.

"No, I'm not!" Chris shyly denies the claim.

"We should have met a few years earlier, then I wouldn't end up marrying this lawyer," your sister jokes and causing everyone to laugh but a glare from her husband.

"We did meet a few years ago, it was you who's too late to acknowledge my presence," Chris jokes back with a charming laugh and dimples on his cheeks.

Han admires those people who know how to carry themselves and who are not shy about standing in front of a lot of people or being stared at. Ultimately, one that knows how to communicate with people without being awkward.

As everyone laughs at every witty remark Chris made, Han feels like he's shrinking into a microscopic size then he feels your hand on his thigh.

"You don't like the food?"

"Huh?"

"You haven't touched your food. I can order something else if you don't like it," you said.

He shakes his hand, "no, I'm good."

"Are you sure?" You asked.

"Yeah," he answers with a convincing smile.

It's snowing when they wait outside for the valets to get their cars, he reaches for your hand since he knows how easily you get cold.

You smile in response and hold his hand back while holding little Lee sleeping in your arms, then all of a sudden, your brother-in-law comes to him.

"I think I had too many drinks. Can you drive my car?" He asks.

"I told you to slow down with your drinking," your sister nags from behind him.

Your brother-in-law hands him the car keys without saying anything and goes inside his car the second it arrives. Han keeps staring at the car keys with blank eyes, doesn't know what to do with them but is too embarrassed to let everyone knows he doesn't have a driver's license.

"Why don't you hold little Lee for me?" You asked.

He opens his arms without complaint and takes little Lee from you, watching as you come to your dad, probably to explain the situation. He sees your dad nodding and takes the car keys, you’re probably telling them you can’t drive their car. It's just great that they now know the reason why he didn't drive is not that he doesn't know the way around the town, but he simply can't.

Han reluctantly follows you to your brother-in-law's car and sits on the passenger's side with sleeping little Lee on his lap.

Thankfully no one says anything because your sister is too busy taking care of his drunk husband but it doesn't make him less embarrassed.

He's happy to be back in his room in the basement and pities himself for being an incompetent man. How are you going to tell your family you proposed to a man like him?

The knocking on his door makes him jolt on the bed, he gets up to open it to see you standing there, carrying folded blankets in your hands.

"I brought extra blankets because it gets cold in the middle of the night," you said with a smile.

He steps aside and lets you in, watching you put the blankets on the bed and when he thought you'd be leaving after, you sit at the end of his bed.

"Is it warm enough for you?" You asked with your hand flattening the creases on the bedsheet.

"Yeah," he shortly answers and sits on the other end of the bed from you.

"Just tell me if you need anything or text me," you told him.

Well, he badly wanted to leave so you and your family can happily celebrate Christmas, with or without him, it's not going to make any difference anyway.

But he can't just leave, he knows how much you have prepared yourself considering how big of a deal this is for you. He knows you need him and he agreed to it, in conclusion, it's both of your decision to do this, therefore, he should stay here with you no matter what.

"My friends invite me for a drink tomorrow night. Do you want to go?"

You must have just put on your lotions because he can smell the shea butter scent which he's greatly familiar with. It makes him forget what you just asked him.

"Sorry?"

"Drinks with my friends tomorrow night?" You tried again.

"Ah! Drinks!"

He's not great at meeting new people but they are your friends so he doesn't see why he should worry about that, he knows the type of person you surround yourself with. Also, it's better than staying at home, especially a home that is not his.

"Sure, I'll go with you," he finally answers.

"Okay, great!" You said with a grin that shows how delighted you are that he'll be coming with you.

"Will your friend from tonight be there too?" He has no idea why he asked that, he's merely curious as to what kind of relationship you once had with him.

"You mean Chris?"

He nods.

"Maybe, I don't know but most of my friends are his friends so..." you vaguely answered.

"Your sister called him the star athlete," he says as if you weren't there to hear it too.

"Chris was the captain of the soccer team back in high school and now he's playing as a professional," you explained, "well, everyone knows that he was meant to be a star athlete."

So, aside from your family's greatness, there's this star athlete for Han to compare himself with. His head is getting dizzy from the insecurities that gnawing inside him.

"It's getting late, I'd better get back to my room," you said.

He watches as you get up from his bed and walk over to him, leaning down to land a soft kiss on his cheek, "Goodnight!"

And for a moment, all of his weariness disappeared into nothing and all he can feel is the searing kiss you planted on his cheek.

"Goodnight!" He says before you close the bedroom door.

You are cherished by your friends and it shows, from the way they welcome you with tight hugs and smiles.

Well, the friendship he has with you is enough proof of how much of a good friend you are.

"I want you to meet Han," you introduced him to your friends, again just by his name.

"Nice to meet all of you," he awkwardly tells everyone.

It's great that he doesn't have to go through the night sober, not that your friends aren't fun, it's just not his crowd.

Someone comes into the bar and there's the star athlete, taking big strides as he walks over to the table.

Your friend calls for another round of drinks and he's more than happy to take it, then gulp it down in one go.

"I heard that you're a songwriter," one of your friends tries to make conversation with him even though Han isn't sure if she's sober enough to hear his answer.

"Yes, I make tracks and music, lyrics and stuff," he nervously answers because when he puts it like that, it does sound like a fancy job but in reality, it's far from it.

"That's so cool!" She beams at him and takes a sip of her drink.

"It's not, it's a... a lot of work and staying up late, no sleep," he awkwardly refuses the compliment.

You lean to his side and join in on the conversation, "he's working on a song for a famous singer right now," you bragged to your friend.

"Who?" Your friend is getting curious.

"I can't tell you because it's supposed to be a secret," you lowered your voice at the end of your sentence.

Han snorts in response because only half of what you said is true.

"Then tell me if I've ever heard one of your songs on the radio or something," she slurs her words but sips her drink again.

"There's one, it's called 'Slump'," you told her and rest the side of your body against him.

You feel warm sitting next to him and he can smell your shampoo, your subtle yet citrusy perfume, and the twinkles in your eyes like two clear marbles.

Your friend hums the song and doing it off-key, you nod as you laugh, "That's it! He wrote that song!"

Your friend squeals like she just answered a billion-dollar worth of questions in a quiz, "Oh my God, I like that song!"

"That's so cool!" She says in awe.

You suddenly stop leaning against his body as Chris called for you, shifting your body in his direction to talk to him, leaving him to talk with your drunk friend.

It's only a little past midnight but he feels tired already and he's far from drunk, the exhaustion comes from being social longer than he can handle.

"Let's go for another round," Chris suggests, ignoring that most of the people at the table are already drunk.

You turn your head at Han and see how this is no longer comfortable for him, "I think I had enough drink for tonight," you kindly refused.

Chris laughs while pouring himself another glass, "you're barely drinking the whole night," he says.

Han notices it too, you only take small sips and when everyone was on their fifth glass, you were still on your second.

"That's because I'm driving," you told him.

"Well, I can drive you," Chris offers, smacking his lips together after drinking.

"Next time," you consoled him with an empty promise, "for now, I have to go home."

A smile blooms on Chris's face, "that's okay, we'll be meeting again soon," he confidently says.

You tip your head to the side in confusion.

"The mayor's Christmas soiree," he hints.

Then you remember that your family is always invited to that thing and that means his family too.

Watching you get up from your chair, Han does the same as well and takes his jacket from the back of the chair.

You say bye to your friends who are too intoxicated to pay attention and to Chris who's sulking at his drink.

"Don't drink and drive, Chris," you warned him.

He grabs your hand and smirks, "Are you still worrying me?"

You scoff and gently put his hand away, "just make sure you send everyone home safely," you added.

Now that feels like Han is getting between you and Chris, if only he has that damn driver's license, he would drive himself home right away. But once he lies on the bed, he closes his eyes but he can't sleep.

Then there's the knocking on his door.

"Come in!" He says in the direction of the door.

You swing the door open and smile at him, "round 2?" You asked, showing him the cans of beer in your hands.

It's like you heard his restless mind and come to rescue him, you both sitting on his bed with your backs against the headboard, drinking your beers in silence.

Han feels the need to explain something, "my track is not approved yet," he says.

"Mmh?" You glance at him while drinking your beer.

"She liked my track but she wanted me to change a few things, so..." he nervously wipes his hands on his thighs, "nothing is approved yet."

Take you a few seconds to catch on his explanation, "oh well, that means you're still working on it right?"

He sucks air through his teeth, "yeah but I'm not sure."

"Sure of what?"

"If she'll like it or not."

You catch the hand on his thigh and intertwine your fingers with his, "do you not believe in yourself?"

He's not sure about a lot of things but himself, "no."

"Then there's nothing to worry about," you said with a gentle squeeze on his hand.

"Whether she'll like it or not, you can worry about that later," you added.

That's true, all he needs to do is try his best and save the worry for later. This is why he needs you, you help him gain his confidence without making him feel pressured to do so.

"You're right," he says with a sigh.

You turn your head and squint your eyes at him, "of course I'm right," you playfully said.

Your shoulders shake when you laugh and it makes him notice how close you've been sitting next to him that he can feel the heat of your body, your knee nudges his and he catches you looking at his lips before glancing up to meet his eyes again.

"I'd better let you rest," you said while looking away.

"Are you going to leave without giving me a goodnight kiss?"

It comes out of his mouth just like that, he was supposed to say it in his head and didn't mean for you to hear that. He adds a nervous laugh because the damage has been done.

You stop on your track and turn on your heels, softly laughing while walking over to him.

You lean down to kiss him right on the cheek, a little too close to the corner of his mouth but not exactly where he wanted you to kiss him yet a soft sigh slips past his mouth.

You pull away but maintain eye contact with him, "Goodnight, Han!"

Your eyes put him in a daze and he responds a little after you close the door, "Goodnight!"

He'll never fit into this scene, among these people in their fancy suits and expensive watches.

He doesn't know anyone but you, yet your father keeps dragging you with him so he can introduce you to these important people.

"I'll fetch you a better drink!" Someone says from next to him.

He turns to see your friend, the one who got tipsy, and asked him about his song.

"Oh you're—" then he can't remember what her name is.

She smiles while taking the empty glass from him, "it's Kim."

And he feels stupid for forgetting such a general name, he follows her making a way through the crowd to the bar.

He trusts her to order him a drink of her choice until he tastes it and almost chokes on the first sip.

"It's whiskey," he says and almost spilling his drink.

"Because you can't get through this thing sober," she says and calmly sips her drink.

She takes out something from her purse, a name card then hands it to him.

"I own the cafe next to the ice cream parlor. Come whenever you like," she says.

After taking a glance at her name card, he puts it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket, "who are you coming with?"

She gestures to the man with salt and pepper hair across the room, "with my dear father," she said.

"Then why are you here with me?" He asks and he's aware that he just made himself sound so weird.

"Because I know everyone here but you, I'm curious about you," she says, holding the drink in one hand and the other resting against the counter, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Curious about me?" He stutters.

Kim puts down her glass and props a hand under her chin, "mostly about the relationship between you and my friend," she says.

Good thing that alcohol is only a sip away, "we're just friends," he coyly says but avoids her observing eyes.

She doubts his answer and smirks, "yeah I know but there's something more..."

He's good at deceiving people but not at lying, "we're just friends," he says again and that only raises Kim's suspicion.

Kim bursts out laughing, "yeah, sure," she half-heartedly says like she knows the truth.

"It's the first time she takes a guy home and not just someone's home," Kim says while nursing the drink in her hand, "it's her parent's."

Han grips his drink tight around his hand, "Yeah, well, I know her parents before this so I don't see—"

"And you know her parents are kind of a big deal in this town," she adds, calculating the assessment in her head to come to a conclusion.

She squints her eyes at him, "There's something, right?"

Someone taps your shoulder from behind and he turns around to find you there.

"Is that yours?" You asked, pointing to his drink.

He nods.

You take it from his hand and gulp it down in one go, gasping and wincing at the same time after swallowing the dry whiskey.

"I don't know how many more people my father will introduce me to," you complain and ask for another round at the bartender.

Han unconsciously puts his hand on the small of your back, acknowledging your distress and you smile at him in response.

Just like the night can't get any more interesting, Chris comes into the circle.

"Your father is looking for you," he says to you.

You sigh again and this time, Kim offers her drink to you which you eagerly drink in one long gulp.

"Nice to see you!" Chris says to Han as he takes your hand to bring you back to your father.

"Imagine dealing with that cockiness for 7 years," Kim plainly says.

"We've been friends since high school," she adds and immediately takes the drink the bartender just served.

He doesn't know why he's here and why he should be here, thankfully Kim offers him a ride home even though her sobriety level is kind of concerning.

"I'm in seven inches of heels and still waking straight, I'm good to drive!" She convinces him.

"What about your father?" He innocently asks.

"He served the country 15 years in the army I don't think he'll have a problem getting a ride home," she answers with a sassy eye-roll.

"I'll just tell her I'm leaving then," he says because it's rude to leave without telling you.

"I'll wait outside!" Kim says.

Han searches for you and it takes him a few minutes to finally be able to poke your elbow to get your attention. You excuse yourself before taking him to the patio.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked.

"Kim is offering me a ride home so I'm thinking of leaving with her," he meekly says.

You look at him, then sigh, "I'm sorry for taking you to this," you said.

"No, it's okay, it's alright. I got to drink for free," he says with an easy laugh.

You usually would laugh along with him but you reach for the lapels of his suit jacket and flatten them with your hands, then you lay your hands flat on his chest.

"You should wear suits more often because you look good in them," you say with your eyes intensely staring into him and the lights makes your eyes twinkle like a Christmas tree.

Can you feel his heart beating faster under your palm and see the blood rushes to his cheeks?

You slide your hands to the collar of his shirt then at once, put your hands around his neck and softly giggle.

He guesses that you're a little tipsy from the drinking that caused you to act this way, "are you okay?"

You take a step back but end up stumbling on your own foot but Han is quick enough to steady you with his hand around your waist.

Your eyes easily find him again and he can smell the alcohol-tinted breath when you lean in close to kiss him on the cheek, you give him a long kiss, longer than the previous goodnight kisses you had given him.

Then you slowly let go of your hands that have been clutching the lapels of his suit jacket, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He says back and watches you taking a step back, then back into the crowd.

When he gets into the car Kim is laughing and he realizes that she witnessed the goodnight kiss thing from inside the car, "we're just friends!" He says again with a little edge on his voice, not the best way to assure someone.

"I'm not saying anything!" Kim says while turning the car keys and the car engine sputtering alive.

He tries to wake up as early as everyone else in the house and you usually wake him up when it's time for breakfast.

Except for today, he woke up a little late than everyone. He climbs the stairs with his head down, ashamed of being a slacker at someone's house. He’s glad to find you first, sitting at the dining table working on something on your laptop. You notice him coming to the kitchen and greet him first, "hey!"

He trudges to the dining room and sits across from you, "you didn't wake me up," he meekly says.

"You sleep so well and I know you've been working on the track," you explained and puts your laptop a little to the side so you can see him.

Well, it's not like he's obligated to join in every family thing, he reckons so why must he make a fuss?

"Are you working on something?" He asks, shifting the conversation.

"Just some work emails," you answered and get up from your chair.

"Where are you going?"

"Getting you a cup of coffee," you answered while walking to the kitchen, getting him a cup of coffee.

"I can do that myself," he says but, of course, you don't stop just because he said so, you cook him breakfast after.

You sit there with him as he's eating his toast and scrambled eggs, with your hand under your chin while the other hand holding your coffee mug, a smile on your face.

"Stop watching me eating!" He grumbles with cheeks full of food.

You chuckle and sip your coffee, "I like seeing you eating," you said.

"Look at those cheeks!" You poked one of his cheeks with your index finger.

He stops chewing and glares at you, "we're at your parent's house," he says with a hushed voice.

You laugh at how his eyes widened in slight panic with those cheeks, "so what?" You dared him.

He looks at you and blinks his eyes a few times, then gets back to his meal before he makes assumptions about whether you have told your parents about the proposal or not.

"Where's everyone?" He asks because the house seems quiet.

"Dad and my brother-in-law left early to play golf, they invited you of course but I had to turn it down, I told them you've been up all night working," you explained.

Before he gets the wrong idea, you furtherly explained, "I'm saving you from excruciating hours of golfing in the cold and making acquaintances with his group of friends of important, boring old people."

He sighs in relief and swallows his food at ease, "Thank you!" He earnestly says.

From across the room, Han sees little Lee rush towards you and jumps onto your lap, almost sending you off your chair.

"Aren't you a little too excited?" Han asks him.

He doesn't answer but giggles in response.

"We're going ice skating today," you explain while hugging the child on your lap and keeping him still.

"And we'll have ice cream after," you add with a grin then shake little Lee's hand, "right, buddy?"

Little Lee nods with one finger tugged between his teeth and drool pooling on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to come?" You invited.

To him, it seems like you're the one who's more excited about it than little Lee. That sounds nice though if only he knows how to ice skate and remembers that he has been staying the night up, it wouldn't be a great idea to come along.

"Is it okay if I pass? I didn't get enough sleep last night so..." his words trailed off.

Before he can even finish talking, you wave him off and say, "that's alright."

"You should rest, of course!"

Han feels bad for saying no, "it's just that... it won't be a good idea... me and ice skating," he awkwardly explains.

You chuckle at him, "it's okay, Han. I understand!"

He's grateful that he doesn't have to explain himself a lot to you, you understand him so well. It's convenient and nice and comfortable and...

"It'll be just us then!" You said to little Lee with a ruffle on his head.

Han woke up from his sleep around noon and the house is a little empty.

He found your mom packing gift bags in the living room and he realized he should have come with you because it's weird being in your parent's house without you.

"She's going ice skating with little Lee," your mom informs.

Han pretends that he has just heard that now just to be polite, "ah, that's why!"

"There's no one using our car if you want to go," she says, forgetting that it's not that he can't drive, he doesn't have a driver's license yet.

A moment later, your mom is aware of what she just said.

"Or you can help me pack these," she kindly asks.

He shrugs and smiles, "Sure, I don't mind at all!"

A hundred or so gift bags are packed, your mother thanks him for the help and instead of calling the taxi company, Han pulls out the name card he received last night and asks for a ride.

Kim arrives at the front gate of the house almost half an hour later, she was busy at the coffee shop but manages to come to offer him a ride.

Then he remembers he should be thanking her for doing him a favor, "thanks for picking me up!"

"No worries! I'm on a break anyway."

Kim doesn't ask much but starts driving and she drives so slowly, "so where are we going?" She asks when the car stops at traffic lights.

Would it be too pathetic for him to say that he wants to go to the ice rink and watch you ice skating? He gets the impression that Kim is the kind of person that won't let him off easily and would make fun of him for it.

"I was thinking we can hang out at your coffee shop," he settles with a simple answer.

She looks at him and squints her eyes as if she's plotting something, "you're coming with me for last-minute Christmas shopping!" She decides then flash him a teeth-baring grin.

There's a Christmas market going on in town and shopping is never his favorite thing to do but maybe with someone like Kim, it's bearable to him.

They browse things and go from one booth to another, laughing at peculiar items they found.

After getting her things and having them wrapped, Kim is taking him to her coffee shop for a cup of coffee after walking through the bustling market.

"Should we go ice skating?" Kim asks.

Han doesn't see it until Kim pointed it out, the ice rink. You're probably already done with ice skating but what's the harm in checking if you're still there?

"Of course, Chris is here!" Kim says as she stands next to him and looks at the people skating around the rink in circles.

He can easily spot him from his charming smile and cute dimples, gliding through the ice in his skate, he's holding someone by the hand, a child.

"Isn't that little Lee?" Kim asks from beside him.

He recognizes little Lee from his blushing cheeks and crooked tooth, Chris is holding his small hand, and his eyes move to see the other person holding little Lee's hand, you.

Together with Chris, you help little Lee skate with a smile on your face, laughing at how little Lee almost slipped on his skate.

That's what a picture-perfect family should be, certainly not with someone like him.

He'll never fall in that category, not even close.

Kim suddenly links her arm with his and drags him away, "Come on, it's getting cold!" She says.

Kim serves him an iced Americano and a slice of cheesecake, sits across from him then drinks her latte.

"It's on the house!" She says.

"Thanks!"

"They dated in high school, they are what everyone called the high school sweethearts. Everyone wished that they stay together after high school but now they know that this is not a fairytale," Kim suddenly comes up with an explanation or maybe the disappointment is so apparent on Han's face.

He shakes his head and cuts his cake with the fork, "why are we talking about it?" He awkwardly asks and it's only making things obvious.

"They broke up a little before graduation and went on their separate ways, it was big news. That's what happens when two influential families in town got together," she furtherly explains as if to put more salt on his wound instead of mending it.

From the look on Kim's face, he believes she's enjoying it.

"I'm not– I don't—" why he feel the need to explain it? He barely knows him therefore there's no use to tell her what he's feeling right now.

"From what I've seen, Chris is trying to get back to her but on the other hand, she has moved on from him," she boldly states like it's written on the stone.

Han nervously chuckles, a part of him wanted to believe her but the rest is doubts and it's wearing him down.

"For instance, you're totally not her type yet she's taking you here because what?"

Kim leans forward and it's making him feel like he's being interrogated for a crime he didn't commit.

"Because she likes you," she finishes.

He snorts and tries to act coy, "we're just friends," he says.

It's something to cover the fact that the reason you took him to your parent's house is that you proposed to him.

"Nuh-uh!" She refuses to believe that.

"I may not know you well but I know her really, really well!" She lifts her coffee cup close to her mouth and put on a sinister smile on her face.

Rather than feeling like he's competing on who knows you better between him and Kim, he's got this realization that despite knowing so much about you, there's always a part of you that he'll never know just like how the moon shows only a few facets to earth, but never its full sphere.

"I'll just take a taxi home," he says.

It'll be troublesome for Kim to drive him home and then back to the coffee shop when he can go home by himself.

"Gosh! Just get in!" Kim orders with an annoyed sigh while unlocking the car.

Han is about to enter the car when you come out of the ice cream parlor next to the coffee shop and he automatically squats down, hiding behind Kim's car.

He peeks through the car window to see that you're still with Chris and he's carrying little Lee who's eating ice cream on a cone.

"Kim! Are you leaving?" Chris says, putting her on the spot and too late to avoid them.

"We're about to get coffee! Why are you going?" You ask, walking towards her and Han squats lower with his back against the car door.

He closes his eyes and tries to catch their conversation.

"Yeah, I Uhm... I'm going to run some errands. Office supplies!" Kim made up excuses on the spot and covered for Han.

"I'll be back in a bit!" Kim adds and opens the car door.

"I'll be waiting inside then!" You say.

Han carefully watches you again through the car window, walking into the coffee shop with Chris following behind you.

He hurriedly sneaks into the car but slumps down so low to get out of sight while Kim can only shake her head in disbelief.

When the car is far enough from the coffee shop, Han gets back to a proper sitting position and clears his throat, suddenly aware of his action.

"Why are you hiding?" Kim asks and glares at him.

"I don't know?" he meekly replies.

"You said you two are friends but you act like two exes!" She grumbles.

"It's not like that," he tries to avoid the talk but he doesn't know how.

"It's just that... they look good together. I don't want to ruin that..." he finally admits and he sounds so small after that almost like he doesn't matter anymore.

Why is he here? What good it does do that he's here? Who is he to you?

And what are you to him?

Just a friend but you proposed to him and he agreed to it. Just a friend but his feelings are not what one should have for a friend. Just a friend but he feels so restless when it's past midnight and you haven't come to his room for some talk and a goodnight kiss.

Your parents are usually in their bedroom at this hour and your sister always sleeps early, right after putting little Lee to bed. Sometimes he met your brother-in-law in the living room watching TV.

He only needs to take two flights of stairs to get to you and so he dared himself, walking without making any noise.

Your brother-in-law is indeed in the living room watching TV but he's too focused on the soccer match to know that Han is quietly climbing the stairs to the second floor.

The struggle does not stop there, he has to walk past your parent's bedroom, and he tiptoes until he's right in front of your bedroom door.

He gently knocks on the door, just enough for you to hear but not for everyone else in the house.

Not long after, the door swung open and there he sees you, in your night dress with your hair in a messy bun, a glasses perched on the bride of your nose.

He's greatly familiar with this look, he guesses you've been working.

You don't say anything but step aside, "Come in!"

"You're working?" He asks.

You sit on the bed and pat the space next to you gesturing for him to sit there, "yeah, it's an urgent one," you look at the clock on your bedside, "I didn't know it's midnight already!"

Is it okay for him to be happy knowing that the reason you didn't come to his room is that you're busy? When the silence settles in though, he realizes that he's in your room and sitting on your bed with you.

You take your glasses off and put them away, "so, is there something you want to talk about with me or...?"

He suddenly gets a little nervous, he has an excuse prepared for this question then pulls out his phone, "the track is almost finished but I want you to have a listen," he says.

"You want me to listen?"

He nods.

"Okay," you take your headphone inside the drawer, giving him a thumb up signaling to him you're ready.

Han presses play and intently watches you listening to the track he's working on, it's not the first time he got you listening to his works.

You'll listen to the whole track instead of talking in between, when you put your headphones down, he got his ears ready to hear your opinions.

"I like it," you say.

He notices that there's more you want to say to him, "You can tell me everything," he assures, putting his phone aside and sitting facing you.

You softly chuckle, "it sounds like a love song," you finally admit.

"That's the point," he says, "she wants it to be a love song."

You prop a hand against the mattress and lean to the side, "you said you'll never make a love song."

It seems like you remember everything he said and it's true, he said that. He can and is able to make a love song but his lack of belief in love made him think that there's no use to try. A love song should deliver a feeling of what it's like being in love not convince people otherwise.

"Well," he shyly says, "I'm trying new things here."

You place your hand on his knee and gently squeeze, "and that's good," you encourage instead of bringing him down.

"As long as you enjoy doing it then what else can I say? I know you'll try your best in everything you do."

He looks down at your hand on his knee and why did he think that it's hard to reach you when it's just as easy as putting his hand on yours?

When he looks at you, you're smiling so warmly at him and he feels so comfortable in this space whenever he's with you. He feels content even when it's just the two of you.

It's not enough with him placing his hand on you, slowly slipping his hand in the spaces between your fingers, intertwining his hand with yours.

Unexpectedly, you take his other hand in yours and put them on your lap, your thumb making lazy circles on the back of his hand.

"It must have been cold in the basement," you say with an apologetic smile.

It's not about the weather or the temperature, he's nervous and his palms are getting sweaty. His insecurities always show up in a moment like this.

"Not really," he says but the images of him sleeping with two extra blankets flash through his mind.

"It's warm in here so stay for a while," you say.

Is it him or is it you but it seems like the space between your body is close to nonexistent. He can feel the heat your body emits, your intense gaze, and your warm breath brushing his...

Then he feels it, your lips, soft and warm. He closes his eyes, not moving because if he did, he's scared that this will crumble into fragments of his imagination.

He never knew that he wanted this, to kiss you, to taste you until he holds your face in his hands and wants more of it, deepening the kiss.

Both of your bodies close in the gap between you and you grab a fistful of his t-shirt in your hand, pulling him with you as you lie down on the bed.

Deeper, harder, the kiss washes away all of his weariness and peels a layer of insecurities in him.

It's possible, he says in his head.

To fall in love with your best friend.

But the knocks on your bedroom door shatter his thought away.

"Are you awake?" Someone asks from behind the door.

From the voice, it sounds like your brother-in-law and he keeps on knocking that Han has no other choice but to break the kiss.

He lets him go off you and sits at the other end of the bed while you dash to open the door but keep it open just enough to pop your head out, "yes? Can I help you?"

"Here! You left your phone in the kitchen," your brother-in-law says.

You take the phone and hold the door, "I was busy with work I forgot to take it with me."

"It keeps on ringing, I think it's Chris," he adds.

"I'll call him back, no worries."

"I'll head back then. Night!"

"Thank you and goodnight!" You say back and immediately shut the door close behind you.

You keep standing there instead of sitting on the bed holding the phone behind your back and Han takes it that it's his cue to leave.

"I better get back to my room," he says.

You catch his hand but when he turns around to look at you, you don't say anything.

"It's late. I better get back before anyone knows that I'm in your room," he says with a small smile.

"Can't you stay?" You ask with eyes that instantly got him under your spell.

Unfortunately, the sound of your phone ringtone breaks the spell.

"Goodnight!" He says, exiting your bedroom as soon as possible.

He lingers there to hear you pick up the call and faintly listens to you talking on the phone, "hey Chris, you've been calling me?"

Remembering that he shouldn't be here and eavesdropping on you, he walks back to the basement and into his bedroom where it feels exceptionally cold tonight.

He lies awake on his bed and thinks out loud if you're just a friend but why it feels more than that?

Since everyone in the house is busy preparing the festive for the Christmas dinner, Han volunteers to babysit little Lee.

He doesn't want to give you the impression that he can't do a simple favor like this when he's been staying in your house and you've been taking care of everything he needs without a word of complaint.

Besides, he's only watching over a little human who's been living for two years in existence, and as a grown man who has lived far longer and experienced more things than him, this should be an easy task.

Or so he thought.

After two hours of playing with legos, playing at the playground outside, then spending most of the time chasing him around the house, he takes back what he said.

But regardless of how tiring it was, Han enjoys spending time with little Lee, probably because he's just a toddler who doesn't ask too many questions and doesn't make him feel judged. If anything, he finds the joy of being carefree one more time, it's like going back to childhood where everything is so much simpler.

As little Lee rests his little head on his lap while watching The Grinch together on TV while sucking a bottle of milk, Han can see that his eyes are drooping. Her mother did say that it's his nap time soon.

He endearingly pats his head to lull him to sleep and the next thing he knows, he's dozing off as well and when he wakes up you're sitting next to him on the sofa, his head is resting on your shoulder.

His eyes frantically search for little Lee and you hold his hand down.

"His father took him upstairs earlier," you assure him.

He sighs in relief and rubs the sleep off his eyes, "I didn't mean to fall asleep," he explains.

"That's okay. Everything is pretty much set anyway," you calm him down.

Out of nowhere, you offer him a plate of cookies, "I bake some cookies," you offer, or more like telling him to take one to taste.

He takes one from the plate, "have you been sitting here holding a plate of cookies and waiting for me to wake up?" He asks with a laugh.

You shyly laugh and put the plate down on the table, "yeah, pretty much so," you joke.

Han laughs again to finally take a bite and chews it while you wait in anticipation for his response.

"So?"

"It's good," he honestly replies and shoves the rest into his mouth, it tastes better remembering that he just woke up from a nap and is hungry.

The surprise doesn't stop there, you bring a glass of milk for him.

"You've been sitting here with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk?" He asks in surprise and a suppressed laugh.

You nod and grin at the same time.

He takes a moment to take everything, sitting there with you and the Christmas tree blinking in the corner of the room, the snow piling outside the window, and the heat from the fireplace. Then your smile doesn't wear off as you watch him eating cookies.

He feels warm, inside and out.

"Chris and I... we're just friends now," you suddenly said out of the blue.

Han pauses chewing his cookies to listen to you speaking.

"Our break-up..." you take a shaky breath before continuing, "we were both immature at that time and we ended things pretty badly," you added.

He sees you clasping your hands together on your lap with your thumbs picking at its nails which means you're nervous and he believes it's because you're uncomfortable talking about this to him.

He breaks your clasped hands and grabs it with his, "you don't have to explain everything," he softly speaks.

You put on a small smile and continue, "I know but I also need you to know that he's been carrying that guilt for years, for dumping me, for how things ended."

You look down at your lap, "that's why he acts like that and that's why I cater to him, I thought that would lessen his guilt but..."

Turning your head to look at him, your eyes meet his in an instant, "he took it as a mixed signal and I explained everything to him. That was why he keeps calling me last night."

Now that you said all that to him, he wonders if he gave you a look that asked for an explanation from you and he feels bad for it because you don't owe him anything.

“I told him I don’t intend on getting back together with him,” you concluded.

Yet, he's unable to find anything to say because a part of him is relieved to know the truth.

"Thank you," he blurts out without thinking or maybe it's his subconscious that tells him to say that.

A smile rises on your face and it's getting overwhelming to him with the intense eye contact.

Maybe it's the atmosphere or his desires disguised as gratitude that push him to lean in and gives you a long peck on the lips.

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away and you open them seconds later to find him looking at you.

Flustered, you look away and get up from the sofa, "I'll iron your shirt for tonight," you said then leave the room.

They're having Christmas dinner at home but everyone is dressed so formally. Not that he's complaining but it's making him nervous.

When he looks at you though, you're quite the opposite. Red dress and a sweet smile, sitting next to him on the dining table, talking so politely as your father asked you about your work.

He's happy that it's a family-only Christmas dinner but there’s a downside to it. At a big party, when it gets overwhelming, he can hide in the corner and people wouldn't notice but this, he doesn't have an escape plan for a scheme like this.

So when your father starts asking him questions, everyone's attention is on him. He felt invisible before but now he feels like he's under a big magnifying glass.

"What do you usually do on Christmas eve?"

It's a simple question but his panic gets to him, making him tongue-tied and frozen in his seat.

A warm hand grabs him under the table and he looks up to see that it's you, smiling so warmly at him.

"Han usually works during the holidays too," you answer for him.

"Oh, really? A hard-working man, I see?" Your sister inserts herself into the conversation with a teasing smile.

"He's a hard-working man," you say back without a doubt.

Han shyly smiles at your sister, then at your father, gaining a little confidence from your hand gently squeezing his, "first of all, I think it's the first time I've had such a festive dinner," he playfully remarks.

Everyone on the table chuckles and it gets easier from there, he feels silly for overreacting earlier when your family is nice and all.

After dinner, everyone gathers in the living room and talks with a glass of wine in hand, little Lee runs around and insists on opening a gift early. Maybe it's the alcohol or the fireplace or the fact that Han gets tired just from watching little Lee running around and then throwing a fuss about opening a Christmas gift early or the snowfall outside the window.

He feels so warm and the warmth fills him to the brim.

The doorbell rings and your brother-in-law is the one who opens the door, letting the person in without questions.

"Who is it?" Your mother asks.

Your brother-in-law comes in with someone else behind him, "A lost puppy!" He jokes.

Chris comes while carrying a red scarf in one hand, "I came to give your scarf back," he says to you.

But what you do is look at Han with an apologetic smile, hurriedly coming to get the scarf from him.

"Thanks! But you don't have to give it back tonight... I—"

Your words got cut off as your father hands him a glass of wine, "Come and have a drink. You must be cold!"

Since your family welcomes him, you don't have a choice but to let him in as well.

It doesn't take long for Han to become invisible all over again no one notices he just left for the kitchen but not you. You see him eating a plate of cookies alone while looking out at the window.

"I see that you're enjoying my cookies!" You said.

He gets startled and snaps his head at you, a bit surprised that you suddenly came behind him.

You start giggling at his shocked reaction, putting a hand on the small of his back to calm him down, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to startle you!" You meekly said.

He laughs at himself for being so silly, "why are you here?"

"I should be the one asking you that," you said back with squinted eyes.

"Why are you here?

He can't find anything proper to answer your question, but he believes that you know why.

"Well, you see that I'm trying to eat all of your cookies all by myself," he playfully says.

"I'm going to have a bite, then before you finish them all!" You bite the cookie he's holding.

He stares at you and it's not easy to ignore it, "why are you staring at me like that?"

He places a hand on your waist and he doesn't know when did he get this bold, "you're so beautiful tonight," he compliments.

You dare him by taking a step closer without breaking eye contact, "only tonight?"

See? It's nice when it's only the two of you and he repeatedly nods to answer your question.

"I take it that I'm cute on any other day," you said with a sly smile.

And he wanted to kiss that smile so bad.

Your hands are on his chest and his hands are on your waist, closer and closer. Your warm breath welcomes his lips but before they can touch, someone steps into the scene.

"Did you find the wine?"

You both turn around to see Chris standing there behind the kitchen island.

"Your dad is waiting!" He adds.

You and Han exchange a glance before getting off of each other.

"Uhm yes, it's here!" You take the bottle of wine you put on the kitchen counter earlier then pull open the drawer to get the wine opener.

"I'll just have to open it first!"

Why it's always him? It's always him. He doesn't mind if it's any of your family who caught him kissing you but when it's him, it just seemed like he's there just to ruin the moment.

"I'll open it for you!" Han offers first and takes the wine opener from your hand.

But Chris walks up to you and takes the bottle of wine from you, "I'll do it!" He also offers.

Han grabs the end of the bottle while Chris grabs it by its neck, "I said I'll do it!"

"I can do it faster," Chris confidently says with an intense stare, way too intense to try to win a bottle of wine.

They're caught in an intense fight for a bottle of wine but you're aware that it's more than that. They've been at it for a few minutes now, trying to get the bottle from each other. You only wish that no one is going to get hurt and from the two, you choose the one who would listen to you better.

You hold Han by the elbow to stop him, "just let him do it," you said.

But instead of letting it go, he uses all of his strength and yanks the bottle away from Chris, with the bottle all shaken up the cork pops open and it splashes all over him, creating a puddle on the kitchen floor.

Han looks up to see you giving him the look he always gets from people, a look of disappointment.

Han is half-naked and been waiting for you in the laundry room while you're going to get him a new shirt, borrowing one from your father's closet. Watching his shirt being washed inside the machine, his thoughts are swirling along and it's foaming, bubbling up inside of him.

Why is he here in the first place? Why would you ask him to come with you? So your family knows what a loser he is? Or so you can show that role model of a man called Chris?

The sounds of your footsteps derail his train of thoughts but not his anger.

"I hope it fits you," you said, holding a new white shirt and opening the button one by one with your hands.

He holds out his hand, asking for the shirt from you but you get behind him and holding the shirt for him so can easily slip his hands into the sleeves. You turn him around and start buttoning up the shirt with the constant whirring of the washing machine playing in the background.

"You should have proposed to him instead of me," he says with an edge to his voice.

"Chris is handsome and he's nice and he's an athlete, I'm pretty sure he makes a lot of fortune than me."

But you ignore his words and continue buttoning his shirt in silence, not batting an eyelash at his words.

"Your family likes him too," he adds.

Once you finished, you turn around to face the washing machine, putting the fabric softener into its container.

"You shouldn't have taken me here," he sadly says.

You slam the container shut and turns around, "did I ask how much money you make?"

The room is dim with the only source of light coming from the light bulb but he can see that your eyes are glossy.

"Do I ever physically compare you with someone else? Do I ask you to have a stellar career? "

Each question feels like a needle prickling his skin and it hurts.

"Have I ever made you feel like I'm patronizing you? Have I ever..." you paused to catch a breath, "have I ever made you feel that way?"

He tried to speak his thoughts out loud just in case you have made a mistake in choosing him, he wants to enlighten you by laying out all the facts but he didn't mean to make you cry like this.

You clasp your hands together and look down, "is it wrong of me wanting you to know my family better so you can get close to them, to the people I love?"

He regrets it instantly, he regrets doubting your intentions. He takes a step closer, "that's not what I mean," he quickly says.

A tear rolls down your cheek and you immediately wipe it with the back of your hand.

"Please, don't cry!" He begs and searches for your eyes so he can look at you, properly look at you so you wouldn't take his words the wrong way. When he finally sees you, your eyes are red and your cheeks are wet with tears.

You clear your throat before speaking and lean against the washing machine, "When I think about it... it's not me and it's not my family, it's not Chris," your broken voice echoes in the room.

"It's you!" You poked his chest with your index finger and it feels like a dagger digging into his flesh.

"You're creating problems that aren't there and I'm not responsible for that!"

And you make a deep cut with that dagger as you drag your finger across his chest, he can visibly imagine fresh blood oozing out of it.

Crimson red, almost the same color as the red wine splashed all over him earlier.

"So if you still want it," you wipe the tears on both of your cheeks with your hands, "please get out of your own way!"

You walk past him and brush shoulders with him, climbing the stairs, leaving him with all of his guilt, bleeding alone in the dark.

The truth will always be a hard pill to swallow.

But he has to take it no matter what if he wants to heal, if he wants things to be alright.

As he tries to swallow it all down, he's dragging himself back upstairs, knowing that he's too embarrassed of himself.

He knows he's making himself a loser because you're right, he created all those problems himself.

It seems like Chris already left because he doesn't see him around but he stays by the doorway, watching your family having a great time together in the living room.

He wonders how he ever thought ill of them when they're all fine and have been treating him nicely since day one.

He can't find you downstairs so he figures you must be upstairs in your room, probably still crying because of him.

It's no time to overthink, he needs to go and apologize to you, so he climbs the stairs to only find your sister comes out of her room with hands holding her baby bump.

"We have to go to the hospital!" She says.

"Huh?"

"Help me get downstairs!" She asks, putting an arm around his shoulder for support.

"Sure! Sure!" He says with a panicked voice.

He remembers that your sister said her baby is due next month but from what he sees, it seems like she's going into labor soon.

She starts calling for her husband as soon as she made it down the stairs and he comes to her in a few seconds, bleary-eyed and cheeks red probably from alcohol.

"We need to go to the hospital!" She says.

"But I— I drank—" he stutters with his alcohol-tinted breath can be smelled from where Han is standing.

Your sister hits him on the shoulder repeatedly, "I told you not to drink—"

She stops wasting her energy on hitting him and starts calling for you. You come from the direction of the kitchen with your eyes still red and a little puffy.

"Yes?"

"Drive me to the hospital! Quick!" Your sister says while still clutching at Han instead of at his husband.

You don't say anything but quickly grab the car keys and coats, running to the garage to get the car ready by the front of the house.

The family got panic as well and little Lee starts hugging Han by his leg, knowing that his parents have to go.

"Please, take care of little Lee!" Your sister says before she gets out of the door.

Your mother takes little Lee upstairs to put him to bed early while he stays downstairs with your father.

He's never good around parents but the silence is suffocating him, not that he doesn't want to talk but he's afraid of saying the wrong things to him.

He's probably not good at being in a crowd but he's not good at talking eye to eye either.

But he convinces himself that this is what he wanted as well.

He wanted this so he grits his teeth and just does it, coming to the living room, sitting across from your father.

"Sir, I have something to say," he begins with hands balled into fists on his knees, hiding his sweaty palms.

"Sure, go ahead!" Your father says.

He closes his eyes for a moment and convinces himself that this is what he wanted.

Therefore, just like you said, he must get out of his way.

Han waits for you to get home. He waits in the kitchen by himself until the coffee he's drinking is getting cold.

When the car lights flash through the window, he knows that it's you. He runs out of the door and sees you sitting inside the car, putting the scarf around your neck before getting out.

You look surprised to see him standing outside the front door.

"Why are you still awake?" You asked.

He walks up to you, "I'm waiting for you," he simply answered.

You shove your hands into the pockets of your coat and he understands why you're so defensive.

"Take a walk with me?" He asks.

You nod.

The night is so quiet that he can hear the crunch of the snow on every step you take and every breath you take.

"How's your sister?"

"She's having contractions but the doctor is not yet to decide whether she'll be going into labor soon or not," you explained, "she needs to stay in the hospital for further observation."

He sighs in relief, "I was so panic when she came to me," he says, remembering how shocked he was seeing your sister wincing in pain.

"Why were you there in the first place?"

"I was looking for you," he shortly replies.

Somehow the snow starts falling again as you stop on your track, standing there to face him, looking at him but he can't tell what you're looking for in him.

"I was so harsh to you," you said with half of your face covered in your scarf but be can see the regret drawn on your face.

"No, you're right," he says.

He's facing you and taking his hands out of his jeans pockets, "I created this in my head because why would a person like you want to be with me?"

He takes your hand out of your coat pocket so he can hold it, "you're so beautiful and smart and your family is so wonderful. I don't know if I deserve this."

When he puts it like that then yes, it makes sense that he got so insecure about himself and you understand why he acted like that.

You hold his hand back and stare into his eyes, shining under the streetlight, "I want you because you're my best friend."

There's nothing truer than that. You want him because he's your best friend, the only person who loves you in his own way and asks for nothing in return, you both have a sense of belonging to each other's but without having to own.

All the while, Han learns that love is not always what two lovers have. Love is there for anyone with open hearts and open arms and it's a good thing that he is ready to embrace it all.

So he kisses you under the night sky with flurries of snow swirling in the air and the cold of the night that brings you together.

You put your hands around his neck while he holds you close and kisses you more, taking your breath away as snow piling on top of your head.

Noticing that you're getting cold, he breaks the kiss and holds your hand, "Let's get inside!"

Back inside the house, you both struggle to get away from each other. None of you want to stop kissing as both of you make your way to his bedroom. You stop walking at the base of the stairs and be the one to break the kiss first, "do you bring any condoms?"

Why did he get flustered by such a simple question? He's an adult and a responsible adult should bring one because who knows that something like this would happen.

You laugh because he stays quiet and not answering your question.

"Why don't you wait inside and I'll get some from my room?"

He nods.

"I'll be back soon," you give him a peck on the lips and back to climbing the stairs.

In the bedroom, Han doesn't know what to do with himself.

He thought of taking his clothes off but that would be presumptuous of him. Should he sit on the bed? Should he lie down on the bed? Should he brush his teeth first?

Who the fuck brushes his teeth before sex?

He gets even more nervous with every minute passed that he's pacing around the house, feeling stuffy but refusing to loosen his tie.

Then the door swung open.

It's the first time that you come to his room without knocking and he sees the reason why. You come into the room in your silk robe and all of your hair down, you must have applied a fresh coat of red lipstick because your lips look so fucking luscious like a freshly picked apple and he wants to take a bite.

It's like he's drawn to you, he approaches you but maintains a safe space. Another step closer and he would probably pounce at you like a wild animal.

You put down a box of condom on his bedside table and it's enough to make his imagination goes haywire. You stop right in front of him and take his hands, putting them close to your body.

"Open it!" You softly spoke and it sounded like you just cast a spell to him that his body obeys your words, untying your robe.

He pauses for a moment before parting the robe open and thinks so hard. Is it okay to open such a gift when it's not Christmas yet?

He'll take his chances and take the robe off of you, letting it dramatically fall onto the floor. His eyes focus on your face and resist seeing lower than that because he knows he would lose his calm.

You lay your hands flat on his chest and slowly slide them up, holding the collar of his shirt while looking up at him through your lashes.

"Let's make it fair, mmh?"

It was a few hours ago that you put the shirt on him and now you're the one who also takes it off of him, slides it off his body then puts it aside. His skin feels hot as you place your hand on his chest, touching him with just your fingertips yet it feels like you set him on fire.

You glide your hands down his abdomen and rest them on each side of his waist, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering, "You can touch me too you know."

But his hands are stuck to his sides and you ended up putting them around you.

It's obvious that he's nervous and you don't want to force him to take things further, you press your forehead against him, then ask, "should we continue or...?"

He closes his eyes and softly exhales, "I didn't know that badly wanted this until now," he answers with a breathless laugh.

You hug him and laugh into his shoulder, holding him close until he softens around you, wrapping his arms around you.

From there, he slides down the strap of your bra to make a long trail of kisses on your bare shoulder. He drags his mouth to your neck, kissing down the column of your throat and making you softly whimper into his hair.

He's only getting started but he's drunk in the natural scent already that he needed to take a breather in between, looking at you and cupping your face in his hands, then kissing you more.

The sound of his belt hitting the floor makes him aware that your hands are working open his slacks and you're unzipping them in a painstakingly slow motion like the tension isn't unbearable enough. You let it fall down his legs and pooling around his ankles while you crash your body with his, kissing him again.

He envelopes you this time, putting his hands around you and kissing you back, needy yet tenderly.

With your hands on his chest, you steer him to the bed and push him down, making him sit on the edge of the bed. He takes a second to take his pants out of the way and pulls you close, inviting you to sit on his lap.

"I didn't know you have this many muscles," you said with an impressed smirk.

His muscles are firm and contracted when you put your hand on them, your hands seem to hesitate to go lower than his abdomen.

"You sound disappointed," he seems.

You briefly kiss him on the lips, "hmm... a little," you joked.

He understands that well because he has been with you for these past few years and tonight, he realizes that there's a lot that he's yet to discover about you. That you have an alluring body, every part of it lures him to touch, to taste and he's more than eager to cater to it. You have a tiny little tattoo on your ribcage of an outline of a heart and you have a mole right above your navel. Your skin is warm and soft with a scent that gives him a sense of comfort he doesn't get anywhere.

He has just so much to say about you that he can't find the words to verbalize his thoughts.

"Can you take this off of me?" You asked as you put his hand on your back.

"Okay," he answers, unclasping your bra and taking it off of you as you asked him to.

How can he avoid seeing those breasts when they're right in front of his eyes? He uses his hands to cup your breasts then uses his fingers to touch your hardening buds. He uses his mouth next and fills his mouth with ample flesh, gently sucking, and teasing your nipples with his tongue.

How can he stop when every part of you satisfies all of his senses?

Your body is unknown water, uncharted territory yet he dares himself to explore so he lays you down on the bed, so eager to discover more of you.

He catches a breath while admiring your naked body against the white sheet, flustering under his lustful gaze.

You take his hand and bring it close to your mouth, making him feel your lips under his fingertips, then you put his two fingers into your mouth.

He can't tell which one is hotter, the inside of your mouth or how you suck his fingers with your eyes fixed on him.

Slowly, you pull his fingers out of your parted mouth, wet with your saliva and you take his hand to where you wanted him the most.

"Touch me there," you said as you put his hand between your open legs.

When he thought you're going to let go of his hand, you keep your hand on his and start making a circular motion right on your clit.

"Like this," you added.

You're so delicate that it feels like he's touching a flower and it’s blossoming under his touch.

He continues touching you how you wanted it as you pull his head close to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he applies gentle pressure on your clit. If not kissing you, he kisses your neck, and your chest, taking your breast in his mouth and continues sucking on your nipple.

With your moans growing louder, he's sure that he's doing well down there. Confidently and carefully, he inserts two fingers into you. You grip his shoulder as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"How about that?" He asks as he looks down at you, "do you like it?"

You hastily kiss his mouth and gasp, "I like it so much," you answered.

The room that is usually cold feels intensely warm that night with your moans bouncing around the walls, replacing the quietness with your lustful noises. His hand is drenched with your essence, it tells him that you're getting close to your climax.

Your back is arching and your eyes are screwed shut, biting your lower lip to try to muffle your moans even though you know that's useless.

"So close," you told him, burying your head into his chest.

Han keeps going with the same move but adds more speed but his eyes are focusing on you, doesn't want to miss the sight your face would make as he makes you cum with his fingers.

"Cum," he says with his lips grazing your cheek.

He presses a sloppy kiss on your jaw, "flood my hand," he adds.

You try to stop his hand from keep going only tells him more that you're on the brink of orgasm.

"Cum," he whispers, casting the spell right into your ear.

And you let go, holding on to him as you cum right into his hand.

After a moment, you lay back on the bed with your eyes closed, jaws slacked open while you try to catch your breath.

Fuck! He did that, he just made you cum with his hand and he wonders if he do that again.

Suddenly you pull him by the neck to kiss him, rolling on the bed and kissing him until you both run out of breath.

"Condom?" You reminded him.

"Yeah, condom," he foolishly repeats your word and reaches for it on his bedside table.

You snatch it from him, "I'll do it," you volunteered.

Well, he doesn't have any reason to say no but lowers his boxer, revealing his stiff member at you.

You silently giggle after taking a glance at it then say, "you're so hard."

Isn't it obvious that you're the cause that his cock is fully erected with a shining bead of precum leaking on its tip? But he doesn't want to give you the satisfaction of letting you know that, he shrugs and smirks instead.

You crawl over and sit on his thigh, ignoring the fact that he can feel your wetness against his leg.

Instead of putting on the condom, you put your finger on the tip of his cock and lightly circled it, smearing the precum all over, then delightfully having a taste of it.

"I wonder..." you said, didn't bother to finish your sentence but putting all of your hair to one shoulder and slowly taking his cock in your mouth.

"Ah... fuck..." he didn't mean to curse out loud like that and he quickly gets a grip of himself.

He can feel your tongue swirling around his cock before letting it go.

"Do you want me to continue?" You asked.

Truthfully, he doesn't give a damn. Whether it's your mouth or anywhere else, it's a win for him as long as it's with you.

"Later?" You asked again.

He takes a breath before answering, "However you like."

You tip your head to the side and smile, without saying anything unwrapping the foil packet in your hand and rolling the condom down his cock without a hassle whatsoever. You lean in close to him and kiss him on the lips, "want you inside me now," you innocently said, in contrast to the favor you asked of him.

Having sex with your best friend? It gives him the ick just from thinking about it.

But that was him a few months ago.

Now, as he's fucking you deep and steady while you squirm and moan under him, he thinks that this is the hottest sex he's ever had and he's not even close to cum.

The fact that you're his best friend tells him that he can trust you and that somehow elevates the intimacy.

"Han..." you breathlessly called him.

He responds with a haste kiss on the corner of your lips, "mmh?"

"You can cum," you said to him, allowing him to cum since you already cum earlier.

He plans on going as long as possible because you just feel so fucking good but that's also the reason why he can't last long. It’s just too fucking good!

He picks up the pace and relentlessly thrusting into you, kissing you while he keeps chasing his high until he's free falling into endless pleasure.

You hold him close as he continuously whimpers, staying still with his cock still inside you, filling the condom with his cum.

"Are you okay?" You asked with a kiss on his lips.

He inhales air through his mouth and exhales it at once, "more than okay," he answers as he drops his head onto your chest.

After gathering all of his senses back, he finally gets to look at you and sees you're smiling at him. He suddenly cracks a laugh.

"What?" You asked, curious about what he's laughing at.

"Fucking your best friend," he says in disbelief and cracks another laugh.

You laugh along and nod at his remark, "I know right?"

Maybe once didn't feel real enough so you initiate another round and who he is to refuse your offer? It's just exactly what he wants.

"Let's take it slow this time," you said, then slowly lowering yourself down his cock.

He sees how your parted mouth lets out breathless moans all the while he's holding you by your waist. How come you still feel this good?

When he's fully sheathed in your velvety walls and he feels all of your weight on him, oh... it's pure unadulterated pleasure.

"Ouch!" You yelped as he grips your waist too hard that his nails dug into your skin.

"Sorry," he immediately apologizes and puts his hands around you instead.

You start by slowly rolling your hips and doing it without holding back your moans.

He's glad that the two of you doing it in the basement and not in your room, or else he would be having problems trying to muffle the noise you make. He can't ignore it too, you're so tight and warm and you keep sucking him deeper as you start moving on his lap.

You change paces a few times and if it's not that, you add more intensity to your movements. You said to take it slow but he can't tell if he can do that, heck! He doubts he can last longer than the previous session.

As if you heard his cry for help, you take pause and kiss him so tenderly. You taste the same as a piece of gum that doesn't lose its sweetness with every chew.

But it's you who tugs his lower lip between your teeth and gently pulls it down, giggling so cutely like what you did does not affect him.

"Chris is so stupid for dumping you," he doesn't know why but it crossed his head just like that. It's just that you're so smart and beautiful and kind and sexy and fucking him so good and Han doesn't get why he dumped you. The only conclusion is he's fucking stupid.

"Yeah, fuck Chris!" You playfully added to his remark.

"No, don't!" He hastily says.

"No?"

"Yeah no, don't fuck him!" He says while shaking his head.

Your warm breath brushes his cheeks as you laugh, "how about fuck you?"

He notices the wry look on your face and he likes it, how it implies that you're up to no good.

"Yeah, fuck me indeed," he says.

He kisses you hard as you start moving again, pulsating your hips against him, taking his cock deeper into you and sending him close to his high. But seeing you enjoy fucking him is what arouses him the most. You look so vibrant and alive and fucking attractive.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful!" He blurts out with dreamy eyes looking into you.

"Let's cum together," you said.

With your hands on his shoulders as support, you pick up the pace. He helps by guiding you by your waist and bucking his hips from under you.

"I'm close, I'm close," you repeatedly said with eyes screwed shut.

"Good cause I can't hold it much longer," he gladly admits.

You manage to put on a smirk while both of you try to chase your highs together and when you do, you melt into him.

Despite the cold, both of your bodies are coated with a thin layer of sweat. Despite the sticky skin, your bodies tangled together on the bed.

"We should have done it a long time ago," you sigh on the top of his head.

Han looks at you and says, "I agree."

He kisses you and continues the kiss down your chest, stopping there at the valley of your breasts. He holds you like that for a moment, indulging himself in the warmth of your embrace as you slip your hand into his hair, fingertips softly scratching his scalp.

He's listening to the sound of your heart beating and he feels just as alive. He's never been sure of himself but this is where he wants to rest his head at the end of the day for the rest of his life, close to your heart.

He tilts his head to look you right in the eyes and he wonders why he ever doubted you when you're the only thing that's certain in his life.

It's Christmas morning and yes, he can see that the snow starts falling again from the little window.

He turns his head to see that you're already awake as well, "good morning," he sleepily greets you.

You smile at him before answering, "morning!"

Now that your eyes have met, you lean in close to each other and kiss.

You shyly smile when you pull away but nestle your head further into his neck, "how do you sleep in this cold?" You asked.

He pulls the two layers of blanket and covers your bare shoulder with it, deciding that it's best to pass the question when the cold now has its perks.

He turns his whole body to face you and holds you close, looking at your bare face but that only makes him want to kiss you more.

So he did, he kisses your lips and cheeks and forehead and then your lips again, longer than the previous one.

"I'm so happy," you said.

Han puts away the strands of hair from your face, "yeah?"

You nod, "I'm happy that I get to wake up on a Christmas morning with you."

Just like everyone else, Han has a list of favorite things he keeps in his head but this, you saying that you're happy waking up on a Christmas morning with him with a bright smile on your face would go straight to the top of the list.

"I don't know about you but this is the best Christmas gift I've ever received," he said with a peck on your lips.

"What? Fucking your best friend?" You poked fun at him.

"Yeah, that too," he jokes back and pulls you closer.

He glances at the clock on his bedside table and usually, everyone in the house is already awake at this hour. It just hits him now that the two of you had sex at your parent's house and the possibility that someone might hear the noises scares him.

You recognize the horror on his face, "what?"

"Shouldn't we go upstairs since it's Christmas and your family is probably already... ?" he can't finish his sentence but gulps air to relax.

"Well, yeah..." you answered.

"But maybe a few more minutes? It's warm and nice and I still want to cuddle with you," you said with a pair of pleading eyes.

Deep down, he knows he's prone to your charms, always have and he believes, always will.

Almost half an hour later, you are both dressed and ready to go upstairs for breakfast. You stop when you see the book you told him to put in his backpack.

You take it and hand it to him, "your Christmas present!"

"Huh?" He takes the book with eyebrows knitted together.

"Open the book!" You ordered.

He obeys and it flips right to a part where a letter is tucked between the pages.

He takes it out and looks at it in curiosity, "What is it?"

You shrug.

He opens the letter and unfolds the paper inside, it's a receipt for a purchased desk.

"It's a new desk," you said since he's slow on processing it.

"Oh?"

"It'll be delivered when we get back," you added.

He shyly smiles because he always said he will buy a new one but didn't have time to do it. It's a little surprising because when he thinks about it, he's been keeping his Christmas gift with him this whole time.

"Thank you!" He sincerely said.

"You're very welcome!" You said back.

Fortunately, no one catches you coming together from the basement and walking past the living room to see little Lee too excited to open his gifts, impatiently ripping them open while sitting crosslegged on the carpeted floor still in his pajama.

Your father is also there, watching over him while sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Merry Christmas, dad!" You said with a quick hug.

"Merry Christmas!" He follows suit but skips the hug, he wants to respect his private space.

Your mother joins in after, bringing a tray of toast and pastries. You go to the kitchen and return with mugs of coffee in your hands, having breakfast together in the living room.

He sits next to little Lee and plays together with his new toys while watching you exchange gifts with your parents.

A new leather belt for your father, a pair of beautiful silk scarves for your mom, and a new set of legos for little Lee while you keep the ones for your sister and her husband aside.

It takes you a minute to find the gift he puts under the Christmas tree for you.

Your face lights up when you recognize his handwriting on the wrapper, "you didn't tell me!"

He shrugs and smiles.

You neatly unwrap it and carefully do not tear right through the content inside, finding a leather case for your drawing utensils.

He knows the one you use right now is worn-out and you need a new one.

"Oh, this is... this is very nice!" you cooed and not hesitating to kiss him on his cheek.

"Thank you!" you said while holding it close to your chest.

While Han freezes there that you just kissed him right there, in front of your parents.

He silently takes a look at them, but none of them seem to mind, they're busy talking about the piling snow outside.

The festivities don't last long since everyone has to get ready to go to the hospital to visit your sister.

Han puts the bags of food and change of clothes your mother packed into the back of the car.

Before getting in, he makes sure little Lee is safely tucked in his baby seat.

You're warming up the car as you wait for your parents to come out of the house.

"About the proposal..." you began.

Han pauses as he's about to click his safety belt in place, "Yeah?"

"We can just tell them next time," you said.

You look ahead at your parent's house, "I wasn't aware of how much pressure I put on you so let's just take things slowly.”

You turn your head at him with an apologetic look, "and I'm sorry," you earnestly apologized.

The hospital is a little emptier than usual and it's a good thing. That means a lot of people are celebrating Christmas in their homes with their families in good health.

But it's also sad to see some people sick in their hospital beds on a day like this.

He comes into your sister's room a little late, carrying bouquets of flowers for your sister as a substitute for a Christmas gift.

"This is for you," he says, handing one of the bouquets to your sister.

"I hope you'll recover soon!" he sincerely wishes.

Your sister gladly takes it from him and puts it as far away as possible from little Lee's reach, "Thank you so much, Han!"

He smiles in response.

"And the other one?" Your sister asks, eyeing the other bouquet in his hand.

You also look at it and give him a puzzling look.

"It's for you," he says, holding out the bouquet to your mother and waiting for her to take it from him.

She gives him a sweet smile before taking it from him, "aw, thank you!"

His palms start to sweat and he wipes them to the back of his pants, swallows hard before taking a stand among your family, one deep breathe later, he starts speaking.

"Now that all of your family is here, I have something to say."

He can feel sweat form on his back and all these pairs of eyes are on him, making him even more nervous.

Your eyes widen and there's a layer of concern on your face, guessing what he’s going to say but at the same time have an inkling of what it is about he would likely announce.

"Han..." you said with a concerned tone.

He takes your hand and pulls you to stand next to him, holding on to your hand like it's a lucky charm. He looks at you again and gains a little confidence.

"Last night, I asked your father for permission to propose to you," he says.

Everyone let out collective gasps but the ones from your mother and sister are the loudest.

You squeeze his hand and look at him in disbelief, confusion is visibly drawn on your face. You must be surprised because it's so unexpected.

He licks his dry lips before continuing, "I'm going to ask you..."

He takes your other hand and holds them both in his hands, "Will you marry me?"

You crack a laugh of disbelief but your eyes start to water, there’s a dead silent going on and everyone else is holding their breath waiting for your answer.

"Just say yes already!" Your sister impatiently chimes in.

"Shut it!" you shout back.

You look back at him and laugh again, it's the fact that he did it so unexpectedly that makes you so speechless.

"Yes," you said while nodding repeatedly.

He's too nervous to hear you the first time, "Huh?"

"She said yes!" Your brother-in-law shouts a little loud that a nurse who was walking past the room glares at him.

"Sorry, it's just that someone proposed to my sister-in-law!" he apologizes with a cringing smile.

Everyone laughs and cheers at a moderate volume while you crash into his hug, "are you trying to be cool, huh?"

"No, I was trying not to faint," he answers a little too honestly.

Everyone burst into a laugh and start congratulating both of you, there's no champagne but your mother starts passing apple juice in paper cups.

Your father leads the toast and a little before that, you interrupt with a confession, "for your information, I was the one who proposed to him first."

He pulls you to his side again and looks at you, this time, he doesn't hesitate to kiss you on the lips right in front of your family.

When he pulls away, you grab the collar of his shirt and kiss him more.

"Oh my God, there's a child here!" Your sister reminds you while covering little Lee's eyes with her hand.

But you're too happy to care and hug him again.

"Is that how you feel when you proposed to me?" He asks with a low voice that only you can hear him.

"Why? you feel like dying?" you joked.

"yeah," he innocently answered, "but of happiness."

You smile at his answer and put your hands around him, "exactly like that."

He understood now why you needed his answer that badly and he can't explain how happy he is right now but he guesses it also comes from the fact that the happiness is not only his but also everyone else's in the room.

Maybe this is why it truly is the happiest season.

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mysteryshoptls · 9 months

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SSR Leona Kingscholar - Bloom Birthday Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Leona: Sigh, these interviews are a pain… Crazy how they can keep doing this year after year without gettin' bored of it.

Leona: So then, I wonder who's my presenter this year…

???: Ay, I made it. Excuse me!

Cater: Heya, Leona-kun. Happy Birthday!

Leona: Tch, and in walks in one of the loud ones.

Cater: EH, DID YOU JUST CLICK YOUR TONGUE!? C'mon, it's your birthday, you gotta try to have a bit of fun ♪

Cater: Today, I'm planning on asking you every little thing to learn everything about you, Leona-kun, so be prepared～

Leona: Well, aren't you real chipper. Alright, I'm fully expecting you to make this the best birthday ever, then.

Cater: U-Uh, you might be putting a little too much pressure on me there? But okay, let me just restart, and… Let's dive into the first question!

Cater: “If you could use flight magic to go anywhere, where would you like to go?”

Cater: And, it doesn't look like you have to worry about the amount of magic you'd have to use.

Leona: So, anywhere I want, huh… Then, I want to go to a full-service hotel and spend my time lounging about.

Cater: Ooh, so you want to just enjoy a resort to the max. That sounds great, and I bet you'd be able to take a ton of awesome pics ♪

Leona: Yeah, I'm not planning on going to any of the noisy places you're probably thinking of.

Leona: Since I'm going to be using flight magic to get there anyway, I'd rather find a remote place that normal people wouldn't really be able to get to.

Cater: But if it's a remote location… Then You can't really enjoy any sightseeing or recreational activities.

Leona: I told you, I wanted to just lounge about. If I were to run around like that, it completely defeats the purpose.

Cater: So, basically…. You're wanting to "do nothing," right?

Leona: Yeah, that's the best way to live in luxury, don't you think?

Leona: Food is prepared when I'm hungry, and the bath is ready for whenever I feel like taking one.

Leona: And there, in that quiet and comfortable environment, I can sleep peacefully without being bothered by anyone else

Cater: Not being bothered and in a quiet place, huh. Yeah, I guess that's not a bad way to go about it.

Leona: Right? As Dorm Leader and as Captain of the Magift team, there's a ton of things I have to constantly worry about, you know.

Leona: Basically, that just means that I also need some time off to rest my mind and body once in a while.

Cater: Ahaha. I bet I know a few people who'd be cross hearing you say that… But hey, I guess I get how you feel, Leona-kun.

Cater: Alllright, now that I got to hear a lot about that, I'll move on to the next question ♪

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Cater: 'Kay, second question!

Cater: "What is your best class?"

Cater: Now here's a super interesting question!

Leona: Huh? How.

Cater: Yeah, because you're real smart. So I def wanna know what class you like best～

Leona: So, you think I'm smart, huh. I guess I'll go ahead and take that as a compliment.

Cater: Well, obviously it's a compliment! I have a hard time getting most of my classes, so I'm a bit jelly. Is there some trick to it?

Leona: I've had private tutors ever since I was a child. Obviously, the curriculum also contained classes that wouldn't be found in this school, too.

Cater: Uh… which means?

Leona: All the stuff that they teach here at this school, I learned way before enrolling.

Leona: Basically, everything I know isn't from just sitting behind a desk and studying like crazy, like your little Dorm Leader.

Cater: I see～ So you're saying that the stuff we learn in class are basically second nature to you, huh.

Cater: Okay, then, let me change the wording up a little bit… What's your favorite class?

Leona: My favorite class, hm… If I had to choose one, that'd be Ancient Incantations. That one is at least not as boring as the other classes.

Cater: Woah, Ancient Incantations, huh～ That's the one where you try to decipher old languages that aren't even used anymore, right?

Cater: And there's still a ton of languages that haven't been deciphered yet, either, right?

Leona: Yeah. And many of those languages were made to conceal magic spells in the first place. So they were already created to be complex.

Leona: That's why even subject matter experts also have a hard time combing through them.

Leona: Even just trying to read the individual letters is a chore. And even if you can figure those out, there's no point unless you can actually understand the words and sentences.

Leona: It has to be carefully analyzed by comparing the new content to old words that have already been translated, or rules that have already been pre-established.

Cater: I already have trouble with just what's in our textbooks, so I can't even imagine trying to figure out even more difficult things like those languages…

Cater: What can someone do to get better at ancient incantations?

Leona: It's just that I already was interested in that type of thing. I guess the thing that dragged me into it was this inscription I found in the Sunset Savanna.

Leona: There was this very long engraving in some old language…

Leona: The first time I looked at it, I had no idea what it was supposed to say, but then I started to translate it in my spare time, and…

Cater: AND? WH-WHAT DID IT SAY? SOME KIND OF ROYAL SECRET THAT NO ONE KNOWS!?

Leona: It was just the country's history. On top of that, basically it was stuff already in the textbooks.

Cater: Ehhh, you got my hopes up, and that was it? That was kinda anticlimactic.

Leona: Yeah, it's basically a boring story once you get into it… But it wasn't too terrible learning how to decipher it.

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Cater: Last question! Here we go.

Cater: “What would you like to do in the coming year?”

Leona: Not to repeat a year, that's all.

Cater: Wh…! EH, THAT'S IT!?

Leona: Isn't that important enough?

Cater: I mean, yeah, but～! You gotta have something else you wanna do too.

Cater: Like, surpassing 1,000 followers on Magicam, or winning a Magift tournament…

Leona: Okay, then that.

Cater: Eh, what do you mean by "that"?

Leona: The whole, "winning a Magift tournament" thing.

Leona: I want to draw out the magical shift team's full potential and win at the national championships― That's closer to the answer you were looking for, right?

Cater: Now you're making me feel like I forced you to say that～ …Well, I guess that's better than not getting an answer.

Cater: Okay, then, I got a question for you, since you're captain of the team! Do you ever coach the younger students?

Leona: Yeah, of course. For example…

Leona: There's some guys who'll slack off during games because they don't have enough stamina and they want to conserve energy.

Leona: It'll be detrimental to have people not give their all during important games. So, to help build stamina, during passing practice…

Leona: I would send the disc flying long so they'd have to run from one end of the pitch to the other.

Cater: Woah, that's so tough! If you're that hard on them, won't you have students drop out…?

Leona: That's also part of it.

Cater: Eh, what do you mean?

Leona: We don't need anyone who takes off and runs like a coward just because their pride and confidence is torn down.

Leona: They should get angry when defeated and vow to do anything to get revenge―

Leona: The Magift club doesn't need anyone who lacks that kind of determination.

Leona: Only the guys who are fully prepared to overcome anything can get a starting spot on the team.

Cater: W-Wow… You're really sounding like a team captain, Leona-kun!

Cater: But I guess it's a little surprising to hear that you take care of your teammates like that. Maybe you're actually a softie inside?

Leona: Hah? No way.

Leona: I'm just doing the bare minimum as the leader of the pack.

Leona: I'd rather be spared being held back by someone who's just completely useless.

Cater: Interview completed～! Next is… Ta-da! Here we are, take this broom and go fly on the Birthday Road.

Leona: Sheesh, that's a fancy lookin' broom.

Cater: Yeah, it's pretty showy, but it's also pretty dignified, so I think it's perfect for you, Leona-kun ♪

Cater: Okay so, go and show them all how it's done. I'll make sure to take pictures of you flying out there!

Leona: I'm only saying this one, but don't do anything I haven't asked you to… I got no intention of being on display for you.

Leona: Aah, finally, it's quiet. I guess I'll go out and enjoy a leisurely stroll in the sky all by myself, then.

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 2 months

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Just a thought I had with JJBA but here it is

Yandere Little Red Riding Hood JJBA AU

Bruno is the Hunter, Risotto or Diavolo who is the Big Bad Werewolf and Reader is little Red Riding Hood who’s off to take care of her sweet boyfriend Doppio, who came down with a fever? (It’s not a cold, he’s in heat)

I really, really love your JJBA Fantasy AUs (I always read them when I get that wonderful JJBA itch that needs to be scratched)

Aww thank you I'm so glad you love the aus.

But you tried making me choose who was gonna be the big bad wolf. And guess what?

I chose both.

I don't really know how to end this, maybe three separate endings? Rn I wanna see what you think (anon if you want a say send me a msg or another ask)

Out too late (yandere Doppio/Diavolo, Risotto and Bruno X female reader)

Warning: attempted noncon

You looked up at the evening sky to see the clouds that had drenched the earth in rain fade. You had waited all day for the rain to stop so you could make your way deep into the woods to your beloved Doppio's home.

He'd sent you a letter the other day. Writing about how he was ill and that it was not best you come til he was well again.

Yes, better judgment would agree but you could only imagine how horrible he felt stuck alone in that cottage by himself. So you had spent the morning preparing him food. Even if he refused to have you over that way you'd know he would have the food to help him recover.

So you put on your hood, grabbed the basket of food, and headed out the door. You didn't worry about the dimming sky as you knew the trail and the full moon would light your way home if you were out too late.

You followed the dirt path into the woods as you had many times before, however, you stopped as you noticed a beautiful patch of flowers just a little off the path. Surely Doppio would appreciate them you thought as you stepped into the tall grass and made your way to them.

You began to pick them until the snap of a twig caught your attention. You turned your head to see Bruno, the local hunter. You knew him fairly well but that wasn't hard in a village like the one you lived in.

“(Y/n) What brings you out in the woods this late?” He asked you with concern in his voice.

“I'm off to deliver some food to Doppio, he's been unwell for the past few days” you explained.

“Then you should make haste, the full moon brings the worst of creatures out at night” he warned.

“I'll be fine” you assured him as you stood back up and made your way back to the path.

“Wait!” He yelled as he ran towards you.

“What?” You asked.

“Here, take this. If anything happens don't hesitate to use it” he said as he pulled out a small hunting dagger.

“And stay on the path, I just laid the rabbit traps” he warned.

“Thank you but I doubt I'll need it,” you told him.

“Just take it, if anything were to happen to you I'd only have myself to blame,” he told you as he put the dagger in your hand.

“Alright,” you sighed.

“Thank you” he thanked you before you both left your separate ways

At this point, the orange sky was apparent even in the thick forest.

You put the dagger and flowers in the basket. And made a sprint down the path. It was getting darker a lot quicker than you anticipated.

You ran deeper and deeper into the forest. So caught up in the hurry you hadn't noticed the person in front of you until you crashed into them. The impact caused you to fall to the ground while they remained unfazed.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there” you apologized to them as you looked into the back to make sure everything inside was fine. Then you looked up to who you'd bumped into and your heart nearly gave out.

He was tall and broad with white hair and eyes you'd never seen before, red irises, and black sclera staring intensely at you.

“You answer my questions and I'll let you go” he coldly demanded.

“I doubt I know anything about whatever it is you're after,” you told him.

“I know you know something, I can smell it” he snarled. You crawled back but he only moved closer til your back was against a tree.

“Where's your partner?” He asked with grit teeth.

“Why do you want to know?” You retorted.

“He's caused me nothing but trouble lately, always getting in the way of my hunts. I haven't been able to see him but I know his scent and you're covered in it” he explained as he leaned down a little, pretty much caging you between him and the tree.

“You've got the wrong person, my partner doesn't hunt. He wouldn't hurt a fly” you tried to reason with him.

“You clearly don't know him well enough if you believe that” he snarkily replied.

He had a look in his eye that you didn't like. Like a wolf eyeing down its prey before the final blow.

“Actually… what would he do if something were to happen to you?” He continued.

This situation was getting worse by the second. You had to get away from him.

“I don't know anything, I'll give you money just please let me go” you plead as you reach into the basket for the knife Bruno had given you. You felt so stupid for insisting you'd be alright.

“I don't need money, perhaps you'd-” he was quickly cut off as you plunged the knife into his thigh. He didn't react. Instead, he pulled the knife out, wiped his blood off it on his pants, and put it back in your hand.

“Go home now, if you're still here at night you'll get killed,” he told you as he stepped away.

You quickly stood up and darted towards Doppio's house as it was probably too late to get to yours in time. Whoever that man was he was clearly not to be messed with but you wondered about his whole smell deal. There was no possible way he could have that strong of a sense of smell. Was he just lying to get the answer he wanted out of you?

You looked back to see if he'd followed you but it seems he hadn't. So you continued your way towards Doppio's house.

Once you arrived you knocked on the door but didn't get a response. You turned the door handle and it wasn't locked so you let yourself inside and put the basket on the dining table before heading towards his room.

“Doppio, it's me (Y/n). I know you told me not to come but I thought I'd at least bring you something to eat.

“(Y/n), you came?” A voice deep and strained spoke.

“Doppio you're voice, it sounds so hoarse” you commented.

“Yes I know… my throat is so raw… and swollen” he replied. You could hear his labored breathing as he spoke.

“And you sound out of breath, have you been resting?” You remarked.

“Yes I have been resting… but it feels like there's an anvil on my chest” he replied.

“That's horrible, I'm glad I came with food. You're probably struggling to do anything right now” you told him.

“Do you want me to bring you the soup I made? You've probably got two servings in the jar I brought” you asked.

“Yes… but first I want to see you” he said.

Feeling bad for him, you opened his bedroom door. You walked and couldn't see anything.

“Doppio it's so dark in here,” you remarked as you tried to make your way to his bedside in the darkness.

“My eyes have been hurting… so I closed the curtains” he explained.

“I'll open them now if you don't mind?” You said but then you were pushed onto the bed. Forced to lay on your stomach as a large hand? (It didn't feel exactly like one) pushed you down. This wasn't Doppio.

“Hey, what's the meaning of this? Let me go!” You screamed.

“aww so you're what Doppio's been trying to hide from me?” the same voice you'd assumed was Doppio's said.

“Who are you and what did you do to Doppio?” You demanded an answer from them.

“You don't have to worry your pretty head about Doppio, he's fine” they responded.

“And my name is Diavolo” he continued. You could feel their saliva dripping onto the back of your neck.

You attempted to thrash out of his grip before he pushed you further into the mattress. His free hand grabbed your wrist. It wasn't a hand, or a human at least it had padding and fur like an animal's.

“Let me go” you begged.

“Unfortunately I can't let that happen… you so happened to come right during mating season for us werewolves” he explained.

“You're lucky that the other one didn't take advantage of you earlier,” he commented.

Werewolves! You had scoffed at such a claim but it was undeniable now. You trashed again this time managing to escape. You bolted straight to the door. You turned back to see the brownish-pink werewolf chasing behind.

You opened the door threading to tear it off the hinges. Your blood went cold as you saw another werewolf at the door. Its fur is a snowy white. You noticed the wound in its thigh. Dear God, it was the man from earlier. You screamed and tried to find another exit but there wasn't.

You were trapped here with two werewolves right in the middle of their mating season. You were quickly snatched by Diavolo and held close. You cringed at the feeling of his erection pressed up your back but were too scared to even move.

“I'm ending this now, you've alluded me for far too long” the white werewolf spoke with a hiss.

“You really think you can beat me, you're lucky that you haven't died yet” Diavolo responded before he noticed the wound on his thigh.

“Aww did my little mate do that to you?” He mocked as he held the side of your head, his palm was as big as your head.

“Let go of me, I'm not your mate” you whined as you struggled. The white werewolf snarled in response as he charged forward.

You screamed once more as Diavolo dropped you and attacked. The two dug their claws and teeth into each other as they wrestled.

You watched them carefully. Waiting for a chance you could safely run to the door. They rolled into the kitchen, breaking the table in the process. You took your chance and sprinted towards the door only for one of them to grab your ankle, claws digging into you painfully. You fell to the ground, feeling the shock of the impact in your arms that had tried to break the fall. You screamed out in pain before turning back.

“Where do you think you're going?” The white werewolf growled as he dragged you closer. You realized that Diavolo had stopped attacking him.

“Let go of me!” You yelled as you tried to get him to let go.

Diavolo grabbed your arm and they pulled you back inside. Clearly you were a bigger priority than their feud.

“Please let me go” you pleaded. You were shaking at the thought of what they would do to you.

Then you were deafened by a gunshot, then a second as the werewolves fell back. You stood under and tried to leave only to bump into someone. You looked up to see Bruno who quickly wrapped his arm around you and yelled something. You couldn't hear him through the ringing in your ear.

He then took your hand and you ran with him. When the ring stopped you spoke.

“I'm sorry for disregarding your warning,” you told him.

“I don't think either of us were expecting to encounter werewolves” he replied.

“What were you even doing out this late?” You asked.

“I was checking the rabbit traps, then I heard screaming and that's how I found you” he explained.

You two ran until you arrived back at his home. He quickly sat you down before grabbing some alcohol and a cloth to clean the wound left on your leg.

“Again I have to thank you for saving me, if you hadn't killed them who knows what they would have done to me,” you said.

“I didn't kill them, only incapacitated them. The only way to kill them is to use silver” he explained as he began to dab the wet cloth on your wound, causing you to his in pain

“How did you even manage to live for as long as you did? They could have torn you apart in seconds” he asked. A shiver went down your spine as you remembered what Diavolo said.

“One of them… they mentioned this was werewolf mating season” his head shot up with a look of horror on his face.

“Oh no… “ he stood up, leaving the cloth hanging on your leg as he made his way to his bookshelf. He grabbed out a book and started flicking through it.

“There has to be something in here” he muttered as kept reading through.

“What are you looking for?” You asked nervously.

“A way to get rid of their scent, we may not be able to smell it but they can and they'll hunt you down” he explained.

“How do you know so much about werewolves, and why do you have books on them?” You asked.

“I like researching myths and folklore in my spare time. However, we've seen now that werewolves are no myth” he replied.

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere #fairy tale au #yandere doppio #yandere diavolo #yandere risotto #yandere bruno bucciarati

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kaylaz-world-00 · 5 months

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Rayman x Reader

A/N: He is the Rayman from the games, there is no other choice for this story, sorry~ But you can think either romantic or platonic for this :)

I'll try to make this as fluffy as I can. My angst loving soul don't know how to write fluff lmao

Writing Rayman from the games is something else for me. In really good ways

Nothing written in this story has anything to do with games plot. I wrote it all myself ;)

Summery: We both try to escape from some weird creatures

Warnings: Intense cursing

Words: 2.6k

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