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nevernonline · 6 months

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✧.* must love dogs; csc one shot.

✧.* synopsis: after a breakup (three years ago) your friend finally attempts to get you back on the saddle by creating you a dating profile despite your protesting, hooking you up on dates with some of the eligible bachelors of their choice, none of which impressed you. until one day you met the boy with the dog.

part of my seventeen movie series.

paring: seungcheol x reader (y/n uses she/her pronouns.)

genre/s: fluff, strangers2lovers

warning/s: alcohol mentions, swearing, cigarette mentions, swearing, some pg-13 jokes.

word count: 3.7k

note: im notorious atp for not editing, pls. I hope you enjoy my lil must love dogs inspired fic, its one of my fav movies!! xo.

“So how was bachelor number five?”

With a roll of your eyes, you gazed at your friend Seungkwan resting his feet on top of your shared glass coffee table, ticking the tip of the city guide book and magazines rested on top.

“Boring. He was nice or whatever, good looking, but he wouldn’t shut up about league of legends and his job. Other than that he asked me no questions about myself or what I do. A failure as most would call it.”

“So I take it you wouldn’t want to go out with him again?”

“God, whatever gave you that impression? I thought you could tell we were headed for marriage?”

“Hey. I’m doing you a very nice thing, you don’t have to be so sarcastic about it.”

“Look, I know. But just because Jun is getting married and I still haven’t moved on doesn’t mean I need to be dating all of the sudden.”

The boy patted the seat next to him. Scooching over from his spot, making room for you on the couch.

“ It’s been nearly three years since you ended it with him. At least fuck someone before you dry up.”

“That’s fucking gross and what vibrators are for.”

A small scream left your friend's mouth as he covered his ears trying to remove what he had just heard coming out of your mouth.

“Y/n his wedding is in two months, we need to find someone to bring that’s not me. You don’t want to feel the embarrassment of his pity party and everyone feeling sorry for you.”

“Why can’t you just be my date?”

“Too obvious. Plus your whole family will be there, just do it or you know your parents will be in your case again. This ‘ secret man’ you’ve been seeing doesn’t exist and I think your Mom is starting to catch on.”

He was right. Your parents come from a high status, as do your ex boyfriends, they were the reason you both had met and became friends in the first place. But, when your relationship ended you lied to them, it was working well until you got a call from your very upset mother telling you Jun showed up to your house with his family and a girl on his arm that wasn’t you.

“Okay, then why can’t I choose my own date?”

“The men you chose to quote on quote date are literally disturbing, I’m sorry but it’s the truth. Like that one dude you brought here last time? Whatever the fuck his name was literally was wearing a necklace vial of his own blood and claimed drinking your own urine and reusing water is the only way we can save the planet.”

“Okay, but he was nice.”

“He literally didn’t flush the toilet because he only went number one. That’s fucked, no.”

“Can I at least, like at the very least have some approval over the men you match me with then?”

“Maybe.”

“ Kwanie, please. Come on, don’t make me use the what goes around card, it’s my turn”

“No, it's absolutely my turn.”

“Not true, you wasted it two months ago when I had to bail you out of that strange house party orgy thing by saying your dog died and coming in crying to a bunch of naked strangers. You owe me.”

“Valid.”

“How did you not realize what that party was anyway?”

“This is not currently about my life failures, but yours my beautiful friend.”

Laughing at Seungkwan's major mishap, you forgot to greet your dog, Lucky. She was waiting and crying at your feet, finally waking up from her sweet slumber to greet you.

“Hello my baby, do we have to go outside?”

“She went for a walk this afternoon, but after her dinner she crashed so she probably wants a walk. I can go if you want to change or shower.”

“No it’s alright, I can take her, you're already in your pj’s and after my date I need a distress, want anything from the mart?”

“Ice cream?”

With a small nod you jumped up, taking the small curly creature in your arms and grabbing her harness before heading back outside into the warm spring air.

Ten minutes into your evening stroll, you decided to sit on the green wooden bench overlooking the water, the same bench your grandmother always spoke about when you asked her the same story about how she and your grandfather got engaged. The gold plaque with their names rubbing off sitting behind your back.

Suddenly you heard a man yelling from behind you, running through the green grass lit up with fluorescent lights.

“Hey, Kkuma, no come back.”

A small white dog came up behind Lucky sniffing her and starting to play, you noticed her cute hairclip and ran your hands through her fur.

“God, I’m sorry. She normally doesn’t run off like that.”

“It’s okay my dog lov-“

As you turned around to look into the round eyes of the owner, you were stunned with how beautiful he was.

His dark hair pushed under a cap, a white t-shirt too big for his frame sitting beautifully in his toned shoulders, and his red sweatpants matching his shoes.

The unfamiliar man was bending down now petting your precious pet and his own at the same time talking to them in sweet baby voices.

“This is Kkuma by the way, and you are?”

“Y/N”

“Hi y/n, you’re so cute, you and kkuma can be best friends if your mom lets you.”

You let out a roaring laugh realizing he thought you had introduced your pet and not yourself.

“Oh sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“No, no. It’s just I’m y/n this is Lucky sorry my fault.”

“Oh god, cool. Sorry Lucky, I’m Seungcheol. You can call me Cheol and this is Kkuma.”

“Nice to meet you Cheol and Kkuma.”

“You too. Look I know I just met you and all, but I’m new to the area. I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee and let the girls hangout sometime?”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Let me give you my number.”

Seungcheol handed you his cell phone with a new contact page pulled up giving you full reign to type your name and number into his list.

Handing the device back to him your fingers touched, creating an electric shock, to not like you to believe in signs, but for some reason it felt like the universe trying to tell you something.

“Thank you, I’ve actually got to get going, but if you're free tomorrow would you want to grab coffee and hangout at the dog park?”

“Yeah, totally. Just text me a time, we can just meet here. What kind of coffee do you drink? There’s a good spot by my apartment. I can just pick it up for us.”

“Wow, that’s so nice of you. Just a black americano is cool or a cold brew whichever.”

“No fun I see.”

“How would you know that? Just because I don’t like sugary drinks doesn’t mean I can’t have fun.”

“I don’t know, we will see.”

“We will. I’ll catch you tomorrow girls.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too!”

Seungcheol left the same way he came running through the grass with Kkuma on his heels, following him all the way back to their home.

Strolling back down the pathway back to your apartment, you could help but feel butterflies in your stomach, you knew nothing about the man you just met other than his name and his cute dog, but there was a lot of unknown.

Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, you unlocked the front door and watched Lucky sprint back into Seungkwan lounging on the couch, eating for the ice cream you had forgotten.

“Where’s the snacks? Also why are you smiling like an idiot you’re freaking me out.”

“We met a guy with his dog, a very cute guy might I add, who actually asked for my number and wants to get coffee tomorrow.”

“ What the fuck, it’s late tell me he doesn’t live in the park?”

“No he said he just moved to the area, he was clearly not a park dweller he had keys, and smelt amazing actually.”

“Smelling strangers? A new low even for you”

“Oh my god, fuck off.”

Seungkwan pulled his phone out and opened various social media apps preparing himself for best friend stalking duties.

“What’s his name?”

“Seungcheol, not sure about his last name, but he goes by Cheol and his dog was Kkuma.”

“Great.. okay, found him I assume?”

“What the fuck, how? Let me see.”

“Eager aren’t we?”

“Fuck off?”

Grabbing Seungkwan's phone from his grip, you scroll quickly through the new faces' social media.

“Yeah, it’s him.”

“Okay, let me see. Wait, he's actually hot AND seems to have his own business?”

“Oh my god.”

“Here, look”

After the next few hours, you and your friend stumble on into your separate rooms preparing yourself for slumber, which never seems to reach you and before you know it dawn is creeping its way through your curtains, and your backup preparing yourself for a day with you and Lucky's new friends.

Something about your energy was excitable and nearing frantic, you could wait to step outside into the fresh air with your pocket sized princess at your side, but it was still early.

You had decided on pampering yourself for this morning, finding the need to make yourself up, you spread on your skin care with glee, drew perfect lines of eyeliner and strained your hair, pulling it up into a nice tight ponytail the hair tie matching the taupe tone of your sweat suit perfectly. Before you knew it it was 9:45 a perfect time for you and Lucky to step outside the door.

Placing her in her tote bag, you stepped inside of your favorite coffee shop, the light pink walls covered in photos and paintings, the smell of the espresso seemed sweeter.

“Morning, y/n you look beautiful today. Would you like the usual?”

“Thank you, for me, yes. But can I also get a large americano, just black and he didn’t tell me iced or hot, so iced is good I think? Or maybe hot with a cup of ice on the side? If that’s okay?”

“He? Did you finally start dating someone?”

“Oh no, just a friend of mine. Seungkwan told you shit about me didn’t he?”

“Yes. Sorry.”

“No worries, can I actually get two of the plain croissants and two of the flower dog cookies too?”

“No problem, it’ll be right out.”

“Thank you.”

Taking a seat next to the pick up counter you scrolled through the instagram of the boy you’re meant to be meeting, telling yourself it’s just to remember his face, but really it was to get a peek into what else he’s into or if he was single.

“Y/N”

“Oh shit, sorry. Thank you guys, see you tomorrow.”

Picking up the paper coffee carrier and pastry bag, you waved goodbye to the baristas and briskly walked back to the bench you were at yesterday, your bench, spotting the back of Seungcheol’s head watching the water with his dog.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.”

“Oh, no problem. I just got here.”

Placing your items down on the bench, you freed her bag and greeted Kkuma alongside her before taking your seat.

“Here’s your coffee, I wasn’t sure if you wanted hot or iced so I got you a cup of ice too just in case, a croissant, and a little treat for your girl too.”

“Wow thank you so much, hot is fine actually. How are you?”

“Good, nervous. I mean it’s not every day you meet a stranger for coffee.”

Seungcheol laughed, tipping his head back slightly before taking a bite of his pastry.

“Sorry. I know it’s weird, you just seemed like someone I wanted to get to know, and Kkuma liked you so I figured you’re good people.”

“Well, thank you. You too. Lucky generally does not like men other than my friend Seungkwan, my dad, and my ex-boyfriend so consider yourself special.”

“I do.”

“So what brought you to this neighborhood? Work, a relationship?”

“No relationship, but actually my business partner is from here. We decided to open our warehouse and stuff here because it’s much better than doing it in the city. We have a spirit company and we’re planning on opening a brewery and bar, so that’s why I’ve been working late nights. I guess it served me well, I made a friend on my first day.”

“You’ve only been here for a full day? What the hell? You already know the best spot in town. What kind of stuff do you guys make?”

“Beer and soju mainly, we’ve been working on it for five years now and are finally at a spot to open up and start selling it to people, which is cool. But what about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a medical student actually, my parents are both doctors, I used to really want to be one too, but I don’t know, I don’t really have the same passion for it as I used to.”

“Well what would you do if you had the choice?”

“I always wanted to design stuff for dogs, start a rescue, anything like that. I got so happy seeing Kkuma as an accessory girl.”

“Yeah, she’s very stylish. I think you should go for it, you know? Why waste time becoming something for someone else and risk being unhappy just for their sake?”

“Honestly I wouldn’t even know how to start a business on my own, let alone tell my parents.”

“Hey, I didn’t either and look where it’s gotten me.”

You turned back to the water, staring into the calm blue waters, trying not to go into your own head.

“You’re oddly inspiring, I’ll give you that much.”

“Thank you, y/n. You’re oddly sassy, I’ll give you that.”

“Shut up, I’m not.”

“You already tried to clock me by saying I’m no fun because I drink black coffee and you said oddly inspiring like a back handed compliment. You definitely are, but I like it.

“Good.”

You had continued your twice weekly hangouts with Kkuma and her dad for two weeks now, getting excited whenever the days roll around to see the two of them again, but you haven’t hung out once without them around, which made you wonder if your friendship or crush rather on this boy was only due to your dogs being friends themselves.

Seungkwan tried setting you up on more and more dates with more and more duds, he was starting to lose hope himself, knowing that the one person he could set you up with was Seungcheol but he didn’t want to overstep.

Strolling home from another failed connection, you decide to stop and have a beer before going home to give the dirty details to Seungkwan about who you had just met.

Pulling open the tab of one of your drinks from your six pack, you took a deep breath and sat down, feeling your eyes welling up with tears.

Another can opened as you went to take the first sip. A hand comes on your shoulders, whispering a boo in your ears.

“What the fuck!”

Jumping up from your seat the hand on your shoulder belonged to Seungcheol, the look in his eyes went from happy to concerned as he saw the small streaks of tears on your cheeks, you top now dribbled with spots of beer.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Want a beer?”

“Sure, thanks. I’m sorry I scared you, I thought you heard me behind you.”

“It’s alright, I was in my own world anyway. You look nice, where are you headed?”

“Soft opening for my bar actually, I texted you, but I figured you didn’t respond because you were busy.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I would’ve loved to come. I was a bit preoccupied on an awful fucking date.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Worse.”

“Well the good news is you technically didn’t miss it, it doesn’t start for another twenty minutes and you’re dressed very nice. It worked out.

“Fuck I wish I paid more attention, I could’ve got you some flowers or something.”

“Next time. Will your roommate be alright taking care of Lucky?”

“Yeah of course, he knew I would be out tonight. I’ll text him just to be sure.”

“Cheers to hanging out without our kids?”

“Definitely.”

With that suddenly your awful night and doubts about your relationship with the raven haired boy went out the window.

“Shall we?”

“We shall.”

Seungcheol lent his arm out for you to wrap your own around, and you both stayed out that way for a few moments, before discarding your cans and walking the way to his new venture.

“Here it is, you ready?”

“When you told me you were opening this up I thought you hadn’t even started? But it looks like it’s fully ready.”

“Ah, well we had planned to wait a bit, but we’re getting too antsy, so here we are.”

“It’s beautiful, holy shit.”

“Thanks, sit here, I’ll be right back.”

You took a seat on the green leather booth, looking around and taking in the ambiance of the custom lighting and ribbon like wallpaper, when a blonde gentleman walked over sitting down across from you.

“Y/n? Right?”

“Yeah, nice to meet you…”

“Jeonghan, I’m Cheol’s business partner.”

“Jeonghan, right. Nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot.”

“Likewise, you’re so much prettier than Cheol let on actually.”

“Oh?”

Without a chance to interrogate the new face further Seungcheol walked back over to your table, setting down a few bottles of various spirits for you to try, including a couple of cocktails.

“He didn’t scare you too much did he?”

“Not at all, he was just telling me actually how much prettier I am than you alluded to.”

“Jeonghan, don’t do that to her, come on. You know very well I told you she was pretty, I even showed you her instagram, you agreed.”

“I know, I just wanted to make you tell her yourself and my job is done, see you around y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

As Jeonghan left the table you felt your cheeks growing with heat, unsure if it was the alcohol or the fact that Seungcheols friend made him confess he thought you were good looking.

“Sorry about him, he’s a menace.”

“No need to be sorry, I have my own menace at home and I don’t mean my dog.”

Seungcheol laughed, pouring you a shot of his very own soju to taste, filling with anticipation hoping you enjoy the drink he’s serving you, looking for your approval became a big part of his mind lately.

Lifting your glass up to his and clinking them together, the liquor poured down the back of your throat filling your mouth with sweetness and warmth.

“Holy shit.”

“Good holy shit or bad holy shit?”

“No, very good. That’s actually delicious. It’s so clean and fresh.”

“That makes me so happy to hear.”

“I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Okay, beer next. This is just a standard sour, some lime and sea salt, sort of beach vibes.”

“Sounds amazing, okay.”

Tipping your head back you sipped at the foamy top of the glass, savoring the flavors in your mouth.

“I hate you so much.”

“What? Why?”

“Seungcheol, you're way too humble when you talk about your business, this shit is amazing. I said I hate you because I’m going to crave this shit and I’ll have to see you all the time.”

“I thought you liked seeing me all the time?”

“You’re okay.”

“I have to say it’s cool to be here with you without the dogs, not that they distract too much, but they definitely take away giving you my full attention.”

“I mean how could they not, they’re cute as fuck,”

“So are you.”

“Wow, two drinks in Cheol and you’re already calling me cute? I wonder what else you’ll say the more you drink?"

“Technically we’re four drinks in, but I guess I remember the time I spent with you more than you do. Did those drinks on the bench mean nothing to you?”

“Oh fuck, I did forget. I guess technically I’m five drinks in then, catch up, bitch.”

You and Seungcheol spent the rest of the night being greeted by his friends, most of them already assuming who you were, letting you know that Seungcheol talks about you more than you realized.

Feeling your blood alcohol content rising, you decided to take a step outside and refresh.

The bell of the door opened up behind you, putting you face to face with his cherry lips once again, watching them light up a hand rolled cigarette to his lips.

“Doing okay?”

“Yeah, just wanted to step out for a second. Are you good?”

“Very. Want a cig?”

“No, I’m good for now. Ask me again later.”

“So will there be a later? You’re not ditching me now?”

“I’d never do that.”

“So, y/n does this maybe get me a chance to take you on a date? I’m kind of drunk so I’m feeling oddly bold.”

“Is this not sort of a date?”

“I was hoping you thought so. Is that a yes?”

“Absolutely. I thought you’d never ask.”

“Before we go on our date though, y/n. I have one final question?”

“Yes?”

“Do you still think I’m boring?”

“A little.”

Seungcheol grabbed your waist and spun you around, causing his perfectly rolled tobacco to fall on the sidewalk.

Blissfully you were giggling and laughing under the red led lights of his bar.

“Take it back.”

“Nope.”

“Please.”

You looked into his puppy dog eyes and did something out of your comfort zone. Wrapped your hands loosely around his neck, placing a deepened kiss onto his lips.

His mouth tasted of cigarettes and salt with a hint of vanilla from the lip balm he always had on him.

“Is that a good ‘sorry I called you boring’ kiss?”

“It’ll do for now.”

“Good. They’ll be more where that came from.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

You and Seungcheol unwrap from each other, finding Jeonghan standing and cheering in the window watching the two of you.

“Can’t believe I got a hot date and a sister for Kkuma all in one.”

“You lucky dog.”

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katsukikitten · 2 months

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Tomura doesn't find out how much of a pervert he is until he comes across a popular sound on TikTok as he's scrolling.

Shout out to all the latinas

The goth ones

The cowboy boots wearing ones

The crazy ones

I dont care

I see a latina bitch with with white or black toes

And I start acting like a damn dog

Anyway, this song going dummy hard

Turn this shit tf up

Sure the girls are pretty, showing off their bodies but none make him react, just a slow blink of his raw ruby gaze and before the sound even finishes he's scrolling to the next thing.

A league of legends meme, some sad halo lore, hell diver clips with guys who sound like they should be voice acting with their fun roleplaying dramatic as they shout "FOR DEMOCRACY."

And then again the sound pops back up shout out to all the latinas.

Except this time, for some reason, he can't scroll away.

You were mesmerizing, his thumb hovering midair as he watches, even if all he can see is your body and those pouty, plush lips. Captions staring you were shy and that you weren't going to show above your lips. Somehow Tomura is okay with that, thinks your eyes would send him over the edge a little too quickly.

The sound plays over and over and over, eyes tracing over your collar bones as the stupid sound burns into his subconscious. Looking at your pretty skin, your wolf cut and how he thinks you've only got lipgloss on but he can't be sure.

His eyes keep going back to your collar bones, two pretty red jeweled studs under each bone as if your body needed more attention drawn to it. So pretty, soft and plump and his calloused hands can already feel your supple skin under his rough touch. His cock twitches to life, palming himself through his joggers a time or two before he goes to your profile.

Looking for more videos but it seems only this one went viral. A few of the others you're kneeling in a skirt tending to your little garden or little day in my life povs but all he can think about is ruining your cute well placed outfits. Of ripping them off your body and grabbing at your stomach, thighs and ass covering each place with his sticky cum but what he thinks about the most is your mouth. Second only to your collar bones.

He thinks about his leaky tip, tapping it against your fluttering, eager, tongue, smearing your mouth with his pre before he fists your perfect wolf cut hair in his hand and shoves himself fully to the back of your throat. You'd gag around him and he'd groan, keeping you there, making your gag over and over.

Drool dripping from your chin and onto your chest and those fuckin studded collar bones and fuck -

He can't hold back anymore, letting the video play over and over as he strokes himself, doesn't care about the man's voice as he hyperfocused on you and your body. How your skirt was so short and when you adjusted just so he could see the crescents of your ass, could see a glimpse of your mound between your thick thighs he wants his head between. Speeding up his fist and pausing the video when your mouth and collar bones are in view. He swears you're making them extra pouty and just for him. Panting as he imagines what you sound like, how you'd husk his name while his tongue spelled out his own in heady possession on your overstimulated clit.

Painting his chest and fluttering abdomen in sticky hot white as he groans loud enough it echoes in his small room.

"Fuck." He pants, slamming his head back into his gaming chair, letting the post glow of his orgasm wash over him. Thundering throughout his body in time with his heart before he finally catches his breath. Not even bothering to wipe himself up as he tucks himself away, fingers poised over the keys in post nut clarity.

Taking your user from TikTok and praying to God he was lucky for once in his life. Searching it up on discord.

And oh how he's lucky.

The profile picture, your profile picture, is a still from the video he just watched, your collar bones, your pouty lips, small vixen like smile. Tomura can feel the thunder in his chest once more.

You sigh, toiling away at your computer, watching a comfort YouTuber while your fingers idly twist the screws on your PC tower. A bad habit you couldn't seem to break. A bit of loneliness welling up in your chest as you watch him and another YouTuber vlog their day, mind wandering to friendships and failed relationships when your discord pings.

Someone requested to message you. Your friend must be wearing off on you as curiosity gets the better of you as you open the message.

decaydaddy: what color are they?

You scrunch up your nose and for a moment you think he's talking about your nipples, most guys asked that and you think to block him immediately but you hover over his profile. Starlight hair, brooding red eyes and suddenly you're typing back.

you: what?

He sends you a link to your own TikTok with that ridiculous sound your friend begged you to use before he replies again.

decaydaddy: your toes.

decaydaddy: I need to know so I can better imagine your ankles on my shoulders.

decaydaddy: so are they black or white pretty girl?

@decaydaddy because I always write him for you.

#tomura thirst #kitten writes tomura

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mangoisms · 11 months

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come back to bed, my love, my light is low

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ summary: Tim gets dosed with fear toxin and you are there to pick up the pieces.

━ word count: 3.3k

━ contains: established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, non-sexual intimacy

━ a/n: technically takes place as an extension of my other tim fic, i'll be the dangerous ledge (you be the parachute), but prior reading is not required! title is from this song

━ you can read this on ao3 as well

Gotham has always had a fairly impressive rogue gallery.

You have limited knowledge of the other cities and their various rogues but you think Central City and Keystone City, the Gem Cities of the midwest of which the Flash is in charge of, are some who can match up to it.

But in the end, Gotham’s will always beat them out.

You have the Joker, indiscriminate in his havoc, truly, truly unpredictable and for no reason other than he simply wants to. You have Two-Face, fates decided upon the coin toss. You have Mr. Freeze, Black Mask, Poison Ivy, Mad Hatter, and so many more.

The Joker is the worst of them, though. That is the general consensus in the city.

But for you?

You have always found Scarecrow particularly unnerving.

Sure, the Joker has his clown thing going on but…

When you were a kid, during the fall, the town over from your own would host a Halloween festival. You could come down and pick pumpkins straight from the patches, take hay rides, drink apple cider, gorge on candy apples, and roam their corn maze.

At the shy age of seven, you ended up getting lost in the corn maze. Separated from your parents, from any other parents or remotely responsible figure, you wandered for some time, crying, terrified, thinking, in typical seven-year-old fashion, that you would be lost forever as the sun set, plunging you into darkness.

You remember accidentally stumbling into a Scarecrow, just a decoration for the maze, but it had seemed so lifelike with its hay-stuffed limbs and mean face scowling down on you.

That would be your boogeyman for a long while.

Eventually, the fear faded and you forgot about it.

Moving to Gotham gave it a little more life.

But it’s never been an issue.

Still isn’t. Not technically.

After all, you think, perched on your couch, anxiously watching the news, it’s not you currently barricaded in the water treatment plant with Scarecrow and a new batch of fear toxin, fighting to make sure he doesn’t release it into Gotham’s waters.

No, it’s Tim. The others.

But the fight is over. Cameras showing police officers with gas masks emerging from the warehouse with Scarecrow tucked between them, hands cuffed. His scarecrow mask is creepy as ever, scowl etched permanently in the rough material of the mask.

“Still no word on whether Scarecrow was able to contaminate Gotham’s water supply but we do see the few workers he had hostage are now being escorted out. Little is known about this new strand of fear toxin but tips to the GCPD say that it is able to be dispersed either as a liquid or a gas. Previously, the toxin was dispersed only as a gas, but it seems Scarecrow has upgraded to another venture of chaos.”

You drum your fingers on your thigh, eyes intent on the flatscreen. Trying to pick them out in the background. But Bruce does his best to keep Batman and the others out of media eye. At least here in Gotham. When it comes to the Justice League and the Titans, they have little choice. They’re officially sanctioned teams by the UN. Batman can’t be an urban legend there. None of them can.

Pictures here are blurry, though. Nothing more than grainy, shadow figures in the night. No stopping for interviews, no stepping into the light.

Outside? Well, you’ve seen literal Getty Image photos of Batman at a UN hearing with Wonder Woman and Superman, looking none too pleased about it all.

You’re not going to find them, is what you’re saying. But you try anyway. Amidst the sea of police cars, blue and red lights flashing in the night, reporters perched several feet away, debriefing their audiences.

Just another night in Gotham.

But not for you.

Your fingers itch to grab your phone. Tim assured you it would be fine as he unlocked the hidden room in your walk-in closet, the room reinforced by multiple layers of lead (Bruce insisted; Tim, annoyed, relented) and only accessible by fingerprint and retinal scans from him and you, as it is the room that holds his Red Robin gear, private servers, and other confidential items. The room you could hide away in if enemies ever managed to breach your stiff security protocols (installed and programmed by Tim this time) and the thick walls and bulletproof, bomb-proof, and heat vision proof windows of the apartment.

You’re safe as can be.

You don’t think the same can be said for Tim.

Even if he told you he would be fine. That Bruce and Damian are constantly mixing antidotes to the new strands of fear toxin and Joker venom that pop up. That Duke and Steph, both of whom have slowed in their vigilante duties like he has, are coming back on for this one. In addition to Cass and Bruce and Damian and Kate and more. The Birds were on standby, too.

You can’t help but worry anyway.

Just a feeling. A bad, bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The phone call you get in the next minute affirms it.

Caught up just as Scarecrow unleashed the toxin… Had given his own mask to another worker trapped there… Didn’t yet have an antidote… Only received one a few minutes later… in very fragile condition…

Your name jars you from the cold, petrifying fear inside you.

“Are you alright?”

“Sorry, Alf,” you mumble, standing and shutting off the TV. Your hands shake as you do it. You feel jittery and restless. “I’ll leave now, I don’t know how fast I’ll be able to get to the manor, though, I’m sure traffic is just crazy right now —”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“But —”

“Master Tim has insisted on returning to you. Miss Stephanie agreed and so, it is next to impossible to get them to change their minds.”

“Right,” you say, sitting back down, flexing your fingers, which have gone cold, despite the apartment being well-heated for December in Gotham. A little voice like Tim’s matter-of-factly says, You’re stressed. Blood doesn’t flow as well to the hands and extremities because of it.

You try to regroup. “Are the others okay, then?”

“They all had their masks, so yes, they’re alright. A few scrapes and bruises but nothing we aren’t used to. Master Tim and Miss Stephanie are on their way now and I imagine you’d like to prepare for his arrival.”

“Right, right, yeah, thanks, Alfred.”

“I should thank you for taking care of him. There is a reason he wants to be with you there rather than with us. It is most likely self-explanatory, but it should still be said.”

Of course.

After so many years, he is your home. The harbor to your tempest. And it is the same for him.

“Thank you, Alfred. I appreciate that.”

“Of course.”

You bid your goodbyes and hurry to prepare for their arrival.

A hot meal sounds in order but you don’t think he’ll be up for it immediately, so you grab a pack of crackers. You ensure you have water, as well as some Sprite. You don’t know if he showered there, he probably didn’t, so you grab a fresh change of clothes for him, leaving it on the counter in the bathroom and grabbing him a new towel, too.

You go back to the living room to turn the TV back on, changing it to Ice Age, then lighting a candle you like to turn on every now and then, lavender and vanilla scented. Something familiar, something to ease him. You don’t know if it’ll work but you have to try.

After that, it is simply a waiting game.

You keep a close eye on your phone, where you get notifications from your security system.

Fifteen minutes later, you get an alert — not about movement on the balcony, but at the front door, camera feed showing you Tim and Steph’s figures in heavy thick coats — appropriate for the weather and to hide their suits, since their usual masks are gone. You guess he wasn’t in good enough condition to grapple with her. The thought makes your heart clench. Dismissing the message, you hurry over to open the door.

“Yeah, there you go, sweetie, you’re home now,” she’s murmuring to him, voice softer and gentler than you’ve ever heard.

She glances up at you as the door opens, shooting you a sad smile, then nudging Tim gently.

Your throat tightens painfully as you see his face, paler than usual, eyes glassy, gaze far, far away from here.

“Timmy?”

His eyes shoot to you.

Then he’s moving, strength and vigor seemingly renewed at the sight of you, and his arms are wrapping around you, tight, like steel, painful, hurting, cutting off your breathing, but you don’t care, don’t say anything, you just hold him back, as tightly as you can.

The pain is just a reminder that he’s here, with you, once again. Like it should be.

Steph leaves silently, mouthing Thank you.

You mouth back Be safe.

She shoots you a thumbs-up, then slips out, door clicking closed behind her.

Tim is shaking, you realize, body trembling against yours.

“You’re okay,” you whisper and his hold tightens painfully again but you push through it. “We’re okay, honey. We’re okay. You’re okay.”

What must he have seen?

Fear. Jonathan Crane’s greatest motivation — to master fear itself and to push those boundaries by using his fear toxins on others.

Your greatest fears, convincing you that they have become reality.

For you?

Losing your family. Losing your friends. Losing Tim.

For him?

He has already lost so much.

Been through so much.

You can surmise that you must’ve been part of it. Of course. Of course.

“We’re okay,” you whisper again, squeezing him.

He buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. You run your fingers through his hair, not caring about how sweaty it is, Gotham clinging to him even now. You hate it. Can’t he get a break? Can’t he be free of it for even a few hours?

But that’s why you’re here.

To help. To ease the burden. This monumental burden put on him when he was a mere fourteen-years-old.

You two stay there for a little while. You feel him toe off his boots at one point, which makes you smile.

He keeps his face in your neck, despite you knowing the angle must start to bother him. But the contact is what he needs so you’ll give it to him. Whatever he wants.

“Are you up to eat something?” you ask softly, fingers still running through his damp hair.

He shakes his head. You guessed as much.

“How about a shower?”

Quiet for a minute. You feel the rise and fall of his shoulders and the tickle of warm breath against the sensitive skin of your neck. Then he nods.

It takes longer for him to let go. You don’t rush him. And even then, he doesn’t let you go far, holding onto your hand as you lead him into your shared bedroom and then into the adjoining bathroom.

Large and ridiculously luxurious, it has a jacuzzi bathtub, a large walk-in shower with a rainfall shower head, two for the body in the wall, then one detachable head, and it’s controlled by a waterproof touchscreen. Definitely a step-up from the bathtub shower you two had at Rose Oaks.

You turn on the shower, making it hot, then turn to Tim, reaching for the coat.

Underneath it is his suit. Most likely, he and Steph rode here by motorcycle, then she put them both in coats for the walk up here. It’s a bit of a silly image, especially since his cape is longer than it, and you smile to yourself as you pull off the coat.

“What?” he asks quietly, voice raspy. The first time he’s spoken so far.

“You’re cute, that’s all,” you murmur, dropping the coat onto the floor, then reaching up to unsnap the cape.

He doesn’t say anything else. Just looks at you. By this point in your relationship, the intensity of his gaze, taking you in fully, no details missed by keen eyes, does not fluster you. It just warms you. You feel seen in the best of ways. Wanted. Loved.

You love him, too. So much more than you thought possible. Sometimes it feels like you might burst with it. You hope he knows that. You’ll show him.

You take care of the rest of his suit. Fingers finding hidden zippers, carefully unlatching his utility belt and setting it aside, slipping off his compression shirt and the rest of it.

By the time everything has been taken off, the bathroom is muggy with steam.

You step back but he grabs your wrist, saying your name, blue eyes pleading.

“Stay. Please.”

“I am,” you soothe. “Just let me get out of this, okay?”

You strip, too, much more quickly. He steps in and you follow him, gently guiding him underneath the stream of hot water. Your skin breaks out in goosebumps, a little bit chilly from the sparse water touching you, but you ignore it.

Everything seems to fall away. Tim’s eyes slide shut, head tilting back, letting the water run over his face, thick chunks of dark hair sticking to his skin, the water washing away the terrors of the night. You sigh, hand slipping to his cheek, rubbing the skin there gently.

When he pulls his head away from the stream, you reach up to comb his hair away from his face, fingers stroking over his skin idly, tenderly. He leans forward, arms coming around your waist, pulling you into him.

You go easily, hands sliding over his shoulders as he closes the distance between your bodies, dropping his head against your chest this time, right over your heart.

When you think of the reason why, your throat squeezes.

“We’re okay,” you whisper, fingers tracing odd circles on his back, running through his wet hair, gently detangling the knots that formed during his work tonight.

“I know,” he whispers. “I just…”

The fear toxin is effective in what it was conceived to do. Even for Tim, as analytical and logic-minded as he is. When you live this kind of life, the threat of loss is a real one. Janet Drake’s death was entirely accidental. Not for any rhyme or reason other than misfortune. Jack Drake’s, however, was intentional. The list goes on and it’s hardly limited to loss by death. There are so many things that can happen. Things that can happen to you. Either because of Tim Drake or because of Red Robin. Or both.

But you don’t care about that. You never have. The danger is real but what you would lose in that trade-off is not worth it.

It doesn’t help, you think. Not now. Not when he knows, vividly, how he may lose you, because saying that now is as good as saying you’re okay with dying and he doesn’t need that.

He just needs assurance that you’re here now. And you’ll give it to him.

“I love you so much. You know that?”

You feel his breath stutter, arms tightening, chest pressed so closely to yours you can feel the unsteady beat of his heart pounding against you, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips so hard it’ll probably leave bruises. But you don’t care.

“And I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur. “Not in a million years if I had a choice in it.”

A small sniffle. “That’s not physically possible. Unless you’re secretly Kryptonian.”

Your lips quirk. You reach for his shampoo, squeezing out a dollop, then smoothing it into his hair. He sinks further into you, letting out a small noise of pleasure.

“Not Kryptonian. Just human. And very dedicated to those I love.”

A sigh. “I know.”

“Whatever you saw tonight,” you murmur and he tenses sharply but you keep going, keep massaging shampoo into his hair, soapy bubbles spilling over your palm, “it wasn’t real. I’m here. We’re all here. And we aren’t going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s quiet for a long while. Enough for you to rinse out the shampoo and rub in the conditioner.

You reach for his body wash. Your body wash, really. He hasn’t used his own in a long while.

His hand wraps around your wrist, though. Stopping you. He pulls back to look at you.

“Tim?”

His eyes are on your face. Soft. But still a little hard to read.

He turns you, switching your positions. You jump at the first douse of hot water but don’t fight it, allowing him to push you under the stream. You close your eyes to keep the water out. His hands come up to your face. Stroking your cheeks. Pushing your wet hair out of your face. You lean into his touch.

“I love you,” he whispers. “More than anything.”

“More than anything,” you echo, leaning into him. He wraps his arms around you. Hugging you. Tightly but not painfully.

You think you might hear him whisper Thank you but above the sound of the shower, you aren’t sure.

Slowly, you get him cleaned up. He insists on returning the favor and you let him, even if you already showered earlier. It’s a small thing to ask, after all.

After, you step out and dry yourselves off. You help him into his clothes and he helps you into yours. Insistent on reciprocation. Wanting to do something for you. But also just wanting to be near you. Touch you. Helping you gives him assurances, you think, of your presence. The thought makes your heart ache.

His hair is wetter than you’d like it to be, so you grab a towel and lead him out into the room. He sits on the edge of the bed and you stand between his legs, taking the towel to his hair, gently drying it.

Tim holds onto you all the while.

You comb through it afterward, gently taking out the tangles.

He has a distant look in his eyes when you finish, tossing the towel and comb to the side for now, not wanting to be too far from him.

“What are you thinking?” you prompt gently, sitting next to him, taking his hand in yours.

“That I think the last person who did that was my mom.”

You pause. “Was it… I’m sorry. I didn’t ask —”

“No,” he says, looking at you. “No, it was… it was nice.” His voice is small. A little embarrassed. A little bashful. Red stains his cheeks and you smile at the sight.

“I’ll do it anytime you want,” you promise. “In the meantime…”

You leave it hanging, for him to fill.

He sighs. “Let’s just go to bed?”

“Sure. Can I get you to drink some water first maybe?”

He acquiesces, drinking a glass of water, then sliding into bed. You clear the security system — with him peering over your shoulder, making certain for himself, too — then turn out the lights, curtains automatically drawing over the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Tim keeps you close underneath the covers, settling low, laying his head on your chest like he did in the shower. You press a kiss to his head, running your fingers through his hair, feeling sleep start to tug at your senses.

By the way he relaxes into the memory foam of the bed, you know it’s not far off from him, either.

You stay awake to make sure of it.

Feeling his body go lax, his breathing even out. Hoping, praying, his dreams are peaceful tonight. To whoever will listen. The universe, some higher being, you don’t know, you simply want to give him a break. A break from all of this.

It’s just a bad day. You know that. A bad day that stands out in a sea of so many good ones. But bad days for him, for you, are something so different from others’. Unforgiving trauma. Potential loss of life.

But honestly? If changing that meant leaving him… you wouldn’t change a thing.

God, you hope that as the time goes on, he’ll fully step back.

Until then, you’ll be there to pick up the pieces. To tend to the aftermath.

Always.

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Long Time Coming I Chapter Three I It's Nice To Have A Friend

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 2498

Warning: I have literally no clue how football works.

A/N: Hey fellas! I hope things are going well for y'all and that you're enjoying the story! I am like a puppy dog and thrive on words of affirmation so if you're enjoying pls let me know!

Prologue One Two

“She said what?” Keely gaped, looking up from her laptop at Jamie.

“She said that I made her feel like… like she didn’t deserve to be here,” Jamie repeated, leaning back in his chair.

“Aw, poor girl,” Keely pouted at him. “What did you say?”

Jamie shrugged. “Nothing, she walked away before I could say anything.”

“Well, what would you have said if she stayed?” She pressed.

“I… I don’t know,” Jamie admitted, after a second. “It just made me think about… me dad.” Keely frowned at that. She didn’t know a lot about his dad, Jamie had always stayed mainly private about that part of his life, but what she did know wasn’t great. He continued. “I was just such a dickhead.” Keely snorted. “What? I’m opening me self up to you. Can you try not to laugh at me?”

“No, Jamie, no! I’m not…” She cleared her throat, trying to appear serious. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, I’m pretty sure you’ve called yourself a dickhead about a hundred times since you’ve been back.” Jamie rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his chair. “Have you talked to Dr. Fieldstone about it?”

“Yah, I have. She said I need to forgive me self so I can let them forgive me. Cause if I won’t forgive me why should they. Whatever the fuck that means.” He was frustrated with himself. It was like she could understand what the ball was doing before it even moved. Why couldn't he just tell her that. “I just want her to know I’m sorry. It doesn’t help that the rest of the team hates me to.”

“Well Jamie, they aren’t going to just forgive you. You have to show them you’ve changed.”

“Ted said not to buy them all PS5s.”

“No, not like that! Just… let them show you how to make it up to them,” Keely clarified.

Jamie looked at her for a second processing what she said. “…. Keely?’

“Yes, Jamie.”

“Can you return 30 PS5s?”

“Oh, Jamie.”

The next game was against Coventry City. The coaches didn’t usually spend a lot of time with the lads before games, but I loved the energy in the locker room. I walked around the room, talking with the boys, giving last minute tips, handing out fist bumps. I could feel Jamie’s eyes on me as I did. Every now and then I would glance over at him as he tied his shoes. I warded him off with a small smile, but I didn’t dare get too close to him.

“(Y/N)! Look at this!” It was Colin, excitedly showing me his boots. “Had Will shine these bad boys this morning.”

“Yes, Colin your shoes look great,” I rolled my eyes whilst giving Isaac a fist bump.

“You’re not even looking!”

I turned a looked at Colin. They did look really great.

“You know what Colin, those do look great,” I conceded, reaching over to give him a high five.

Just then the sound of stretching tape caught our attention. I turned to see Sam pressing black tape over his Dubai Air logo. Someone cracked some joke about Dubai Air not paying him enough but he quickly explains that it was more than that. That Dubai Air owned by a compnay that was destroying the environment in Nigeria. There was silence in the locker room.

Then Jamie stood up.

I eyed him, ready to step in if he decided to make a stupid decision here. But instead, he stretched the tape and put it over his own Dubai Air logo.

“Gotta wear the same kit,” he explained. As if it was simple. As if it was expected.

He patted his jersey before tossing the tape into the center console. I studied his face, looking for any signs of mockery, but there was none. Soon the whole team had stripes of black tape over the kits. The whole game, all the focus was on Sam, even though it was Jamie’s big return. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he celebrated Sam when he returned from the post-game interview. We lost the game, but no one seemed to mind.

“All I’m saying is that objectively, this red looks better than the blue boots,” Colin insisted, motioning to his feet.

“Colin, the red is going to get dirty so much more easily than the blue,” I counter, pointing at my own shoes.

“Now that’s just- “

“Hey, (Y/N), can I talk to you?” Jamie interrupted.

Colin and I took simultaneous sips of our beer, making eyes at each other before I nodded. Colin took that as his cue to leave, giving Jamie a cheer as he left. Jamie looked down at his shoes, looking a little nervous.

“What’s up, Jamie?” I asked, trying to force him to meet my eyes. Then he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a ticket. “What is this?”

“It’s my ticket to your final game at Imperial,” he explained, motioning to the ticket.

Surprised I looked down. Imperial College. Where I had gone to uni and played football all four years. This final game I lead my team to the league championship.

“I-I don’t under- “

“Me and some friends had heard about this crazy talented football girl,” he began, still not meeting my eyes. “I thought, there was no way a girl could be as good as they were saying.” He laughed a little. “So, we bought tickets to see you play. And you were that good. Like… even better than they was saying.”

My mouth was agape with surprise. I looked down at the ticket, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Jamie, I- “

“Wait, let me finish, please,” he interrupted, again. “You really were incredible that night. I thought I would see you in professionals but.... your name never popped up. Anyways, when I found out you were coming to coach here, I suppose I thought that I needed to prove me self to you. Make myself look bigger and better. But it was really because I was intimidated by you. I was dumb, and really stupid. And I know I’ve been saying it a lot but I really am sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t good enough for us because the truth is, you’re really better than most of us.”

I was shocked by his sincerity. “Thank you, Jamie.”

He finally looked up at me. His eyes were big and searching, it almost broke my heart. I smile at him and raise my beer towards him.

“We’re okay, Jamie,” I reassured him.

His face broke out into a smile, that stupid cocky smile that I had seen so many times before.

“Good, good,” he clinks his beer against mine. We both took a long sip of the beers looking around at the room.

“You know, what you did today, for Sam, it was really good of you,” I told him, sincerely.

He shrugged. “Any of the lads would have done it.”

“But they didn’t, you did,” I press, nudging his shoulder. “It was good.” He kept his cocky smirk, but I could see his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “Doesn’t excuse you playing like rubbish out there today.”

“What? I did not!”

“Oh, yes you did!”

The two of us sat there bickering and chatting about the game until long after everyone else had left. But I barely noticed. Jamie was funny. He was sincere and honest in a way I didn’t expect. It was too soon to tell but I felt my heart jump. The same way it had that night with the ghosts. Maybe, just maybe, that Jamie was here again.

I had a routine. Since moving back to Richmond, I stayed in the same schedule. I woke up at 7:00am. Get up, get a quick workout in, shower, eat breakfast, and get to work early so I could have some time on the pitch. Occasionally, when I was leaving my house, I would run into a pap or two asking me some inane questions about my place in the league and what I was doing to single handedly fix sexism in the football industry. Keely just told me to keep my head down and keep walking.

But now there was a new part to my schedule. Now when I arrived at the pitch, Jamie was there waiting for me. We’d play against each other, throwing sharp jabs at one another for whatever tiny mistakes the other would make. It was fun. Jamie was a fun friend. Wasn’t that great. Friends? Almost best friends, I might say. It was distracting.

“So, hows that puzzle coming?” Ted asked, as I walked into the coaches room after my daily session with Jamie.

“Huh? Oh! Good, I suppose? He’s doing well,” I responded, sitting in my seat. “He’s a fun guy to be around.”

Ted gave an understanding grunt. “Aint, that just great. A new friendship. Beard, didn’t I tell you I knew what I was doing.”

“Don’t gloat,” Beard grunted from behind his book.

“Hooh! I love it when he gets bitter,” Ted giggled, smiling at me. “Turns his eyes a lovely shade of hazel!”

Beard lowered his book just enough to show me his eyes. They did look lovely.

The game that weekend didn’t go great. We ended up in the video room watching the loss on the television. Isaac’s leadership was taking a steep turn. His fear was coming out in aggressive rages on the field when his teammates didn’t make the plays they were supposed to. After one particularly bad defensive move by Jan Maas, Ted paused the tv.

He began his motivational speech. This time about romcommunism. An interesting play on words about getting through the dark forest of the season.

“What about aca-teamwork?” I suggested referencing my personal favorite romcom.

“Oh, that is a Pitch Perfect comparison,” Ted quipped, snapping his fingers. “Becca thought she was cool by trying to be independent but what she needed was teamwork.”

“But wasn’t the real lesson in Pitch Perfect the understanding of sisterhood and how surrounding yourself with people you love creates strength?” Colin pointed out.

“Exactly, Colin,” I agreed, leaning back in my chair.

Ted came to sit next to me as the lights went down. I scanned the lads to watch their attention levels when my eyes landed on Jamie. He was smirking at me. When he caught my eyes, he gave me a fist pump a la The Breakfast Club. I shook my head at him and motioned for him to pay attention.

As the boys were changing and packing up for the day, I erased the strategies off the board.

“Good call today with the Pitch Perfect reference, I love that movie,” Colin shared coming up behind me.

I capped my marker and turned to look at him with a smile. “It’s only the greatest romantic comedy in the 2010s!”

“I agree. We don’t talk about the sequels, though,” he pointed out.

“What sequels?” I joked, raising my eyebrows. “I’m still waiting on Becca to choose a song for the next auditions.”

“You get it, alright, I’ll see you around girlo!” He gave me a pat on the arm as he walked out of the room. As I watched him leave, I noticed Jamie sitting on his bench listening to us talk. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Something to add, Jamie?” I asked, grabbing my bag.

He picked up his own bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Nah, I ain’t seen that one.”

“What! You haven’t seen Pitch Perfect?” I gaped. Though I knew it wasn’t super surprising that Jamie hadn’t seen it.

“I prefer 10 Things I Hate About You, I like… what’s his name…” He approached me as he thought about the name. “Heath Ledger’s character.”

“Patrick?” I offered, shocked that Jamie knew about one of the best rom coms of all time.

“Exactly!” He started towards the door. I followed him, walking close enough that our shoulders were brushing. “What are your plans for this weekend?”

“Uh, beating Sheffield Wednesday?” I replied, raising my eyebrows at him.

“I mean besides that.” He rolled his eyes.

“Dunno, maybe sleep in for once? Eat a French fry?” I shrugged. “What about you?”

As we rounded the corner to leave the room, I spied the newest sponsorship that Keely had hooked up for the boys. Keurig coffee makers.

“Woah, maybe make too much coffee with my brand-new coffee machine,” he gloated, picking up his coffee.

“Change of plans, I will be at your place drinking too much coffee with your new coffee machine,” I joked, glaring jealously at it.

He laughed. I decided I loved that sound and smiled at him. When I went to follow him, I heard a loud throat clearing. I turned and saw Rebecca and Keely looking at my expectantly. I frowned at them and turned back to Jamie.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” I called after him.

He turned back and for a second it looked like real disappointment on his face. But it cleared up quickly when he saw Keely standing behind me.

“Oh alright, see you at Sheffield,” He turned to walk away but not before calling out, “Bye Keely!”

I don’t know why but it made my heart drop to hear him address his former girlfriend. I waved at him before turning back to face the two women behind me.

“What do you two want?” I pouted, leaning against the wall next to Rebecca.

“You like him!” Keely shouted, clapping her hands excitedly.

I snapped my head in their direction. “What are you talking about?”

“She’s right,” Rebecca concurred, starring at her phone. “Everyone can see it.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone,” Keely concluded. “Except, apparently, you and Jamie.”

I looked incredulously between Rebecca and Keely. I do not like Jamie. JAMIE! Of all people. Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t stand him and now they think I like him.

“Seriously, that is just ridiculous, Jamie is just my friend,” I clarified, shaking my head.

“Your friend that you go to work with, hang out with while at work, and walk home with?” Rebecca inquired, finally looking up from her phone. Her stare as piercing. But no, there was no way that I liked Jamie like that.

“I think the two of you need to get laid,” I finished, pushing myself off the wall. “Instead of getting in other people’s business.”

I walked away from them, back to my office where I could pretend to be mad at them. I wasn’t mad, not really. Just annoyed. So, what I wasn’t able to have a friend in Jamie? I wasn’t able to admire his physique in a friendly way? Or laugh as his naivete and honesty? I finally felt like I had someone who respected me in this field. That’s all he was. A friend.

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“ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰."

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ꕤ нєєѕєυηց:-

So it’s been a solid one hour that you’ve been ignored by your boyfriend, heeseung, whose eyes were seemingly glued to his pc screen, devoting his whole concentration and life to his game.

You’ve tried numerous tricks to gain his attention and even whined and pouted on the bed. Believe me, even your failed attempts at doing aegyo didn’t cause him to budge.

Hence as you laid there seated on your shared bed behind his chair, you suddenly had a plan pop up in your head.

You saw this prank on tiktok where people ask their boyfriends randomly to marry them. You and hee had already been dating lovingly for 2 years and you always wanted to ask about marriage without sounding too clingy

Plus you needed a way to break him off the dang screen ugh🙄

So, clearing your throat, you begin to form your sentences.

“Umm hee?”

*no response*

“Heeseung??!”

“Uh yeah sorry babe. Go on.” He replies in an inattentive way, with his hands stuck to the keyboard.

“Well the thing is…I’ve been thinking about this lately. We’ve been dating for quite a while now. And I was wondering…when you’re gonna propose?”

MY GOODNESS GURL, his eyes almost pop out and he accidentally almosstt deletes his precious league of legends account out of OVERWHELMING SHOCK.😳😱

Like I mean..don’t drop a nuclear bomb without notice before giving him a heart attack like that..😏

But don’t worry it’s a good kind of heart attack cause man immediately dissolves into a blushing mess 🥺

Will turn his doey beautiful eyes in your direction immediately and you see shyness and love and giddy ness displayed in them.

“You want me to?☺️👉🏻👈🏻 you never told me tho.”

“And Why should I?? Aren’t you supposed to figure that out yourself?” You pretend to pout but smile immediately seeing his cuteness.

Ugh he’s just gonna be so cute about it the whole time afterwards. Immediately hops into bed and smiles nonstop like a silly idiot and hugs you and kisses you and cuddles and smiles some more till you think he’s going crazy fr 😆

But nah, he does seriously think about it. He always dreamt of making you his wife but he wanted you to be comfortable with the idea. And now that you brought up the idea, he’s on cloud 9. 🙈

“Hmm baby~ 🥰 then you shall expect something very soon!” He proudly declares as you two lay snuggled in bed, his hands caressing your waist and eyes directly looking inside yours.

And he’s very serious for real. Because soon enough he will surprise you with your favourite flowers and an adorable proposal where he will kneel down and literally sing for you!🥺💞

Man’s so serious he’s also gonna secretly Google tips and tricks to be a good husband just for you. 🤫 cause he’s been dying to be your official man since the first day he fell in love with you.😉💋

ꕤ วαу:-

Okay so this sweetheart already had his own marriage plans inside his head before you even brought it up.🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Because jay is such a serious and loyal person in a relationship, it’s definitely the date-to-marry situation for him!

Plus since the first day he laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you to be a permanent part of his life.

And as days passed by and your relationship evolved, he wanted you more with each passing second and realized it was you he wanted to love for the rest of his life.

Thus he already thought about the whole scenario- when to propose, how to propose, where to live when you guys do get married, how many years will it take for him to settle down etc etc.

But he kept it all low-key because he didn’t wanna rush you. And you never told him anything about wanting to get married until tonight

Once again, he was making dinner for you. You were sitting on the table, eagerly watching him and smiling at his adorable demeanour.

See this was the thing. Domesticity was such a natural part of your relationship, the way jay would cook food for you, he’d volunteer to do the house chores together with you, you’d cuddle and watch a movie on weekends like a couple, and he would even blow dry your hair every night after you took a shower!

All of it felt so peaceful and happy that the thought of marrying him and making everything official between you guys dropped in your head in an instant.

So you ask him as he stirs the noodle in the pot, occasionally stealing glances from you and blowing you kisses to make you feel less lonely

“Jay?”

“Yes love?”

“Will you marry me?”

The remark was pretty blunt..but serious so you just let it hang in the air there without speaking further. It was true though. You needed to know how he felt about wife-ing you up. 😳

He turns to you instantly and chuckles out loud. But ofc, in an attractive and heart warming way you’ve never seen before.

He turns off the stove briefly while turning to walk towards you, all the while maintaining eye contact. He gets closer and closer…

*thump thump thump*😳💘

“I’ve been dying to, darling.” Jay admits, with his face only centimetres away from you. The moment was so filled with honesty and intimacy, you could swear you were going dizzy.

You anticipated a passionate kiss but he blurts out the next serious comments one after another..

“We should get your parent’s permission first.” “Maybe we should wait another year till you finish your major?” “Ah what type of apartment should we live in once we get married-“

You interrupt him with an obvious eye roll “jay🙄😒”

“Sorry.” He laughs, cupping your cheek and smiling at your cute but annoyed expression.

The passionate moment you’ve been waiting for finally happens when he connects his lips with yours. Sensual, intimate, love filled and so dang promising. 💋

You knew with every touch of his mouth on yours how much he loved you and how dearly he wanted you to be a part of his everyday.

And ofcourse, jay being the gentleman he is, will definitely calculate every move and execute his plans before finally kneeling down for you and asking you for your hand in marriage 💍👩‍❤️‍👨

Cause come on, the best husband award in enha obviously goes to the one and only, park jay.😏

ꕤ วαкє:-

The idea of marriage suddenly crossed your head from the movie you both were watching, when the male lead proposes the actress in a grand way towards the end of the story.

The setting you were in currently was also very romantic tbh. Dimly lit room with faint light from the scented candles, romantic movie playing on the tv screen as you lay seated in between jake’s legs as he wraps his arms around you securely, his chin resting on your shoulder and a warm blanket heating up both your bodies.

You couldn’t shake off the idea of asking jake the one question you always wanted to ask. Besides, getting to marry the love of your life was definitely the happiest thing that could happen to you.

He was so loving, so gentle, so caring and just so in love with you that you couldn’t even think about anything else but basking in his affection all the time. He was sweet and observant and always paid attention to your likes/dislikes and always reminded you how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to have you.

And now that you had a chance to make him yours and yours alone for the rest of your life, how could you not ask him to marry you in a heart beat.

You turn your head towards his and he temporarily lifts his face from your shoulder to look into you properly, while still making sure that you guys were super close to the point where your breaths were practically intertwining and landing on eachother’s cheeks. But that was the thing you loved the most about him. How he always craved to be close to you and prioritised skinship.

“Jakey..there’s something I want to tell you.”

“Hmm princess. Go on, I’m listening.” He kisses the tip of your nose before looking into your eyes fondly.

“I want to marry you jake. I want to spend every hour of my life with you..as your lover and as your wife. I want an “us”, forever. Do you?”

Believe me, you don’t even need to check his facial expressions to get his reaction, the way his heart is beating SO ABNORMALLY loud against your back is enough proof to let you know about the fireworks he feels inside.

Overjoyed, overwhelmed, smiley, emotional, excited puppy. 🥹💞

“Y/n…*sighs* you have no idea how much I want that more than you. I really love you so much that sometimes..ok no..MOST times it drives me crazy.”

“Shall I take that as a yes?”😳

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes and a thousand times yes! >.<“ he replies, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips in the process.

And trust me when I say you that he’s dead serious about it. Stop him because he’s already started TELLING his marriage vows to you right then and there lmao

“In the name of God, I, take you, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death-“ he tries to continue but you playfully nudge him with your elbow in his stomach till you’re both laughing merrily

Nah, you can’t stop him fr tho bc he’s ACTUALLY gonna go to stores to look up engagement rings for you 😳💍🙈🥺

He even renames your name on his phone as “layla’s mom” and adds your family picture as his new wallpaper. 👉🏻👈🏻💓

And ay, he’s now UNSTOPPABLE because he even starts deciding how many kids he wants with you and THEN himself gets shy about it lol dhsjdusj ☺️🤪

ꕤ ѕυηցнσση:-

When you saw pictures of some of your friends posting pictures of their engagement rings and their fiancé, it filled you with the desire to get married too

Ofcourse to the love of your life and your handsome boyfriend, the park sunghoon ✨

You did try to bring up this topic TWICE before by telling him indirectly, hinting him by showing him your friend’s pictures with puppy eyes 🥺 but nahhhh

Man just swayed the topic every damn time and pretended to not understand 🙄😠

But you try to bring it up again today..cause you needed to find out why he avoids that?? Like y’all been dating for a few years and he loves you surely then what’s the problem?????

You bake him his favourite tiramisu, dress up for him and when he comes home, shower him in affection and bring him the dessert which makes his eyes light up. 😚🤩

“Sunghoon ah ~” you pat his shoulder and look at him, preparing to drop the question.

“Propose to me sunghoon.”

“……………”

Man almost chokes on his “peiberet tiramishu” what did you do omg 🫢

*coughs intensively*

Then stares at you in disbelief like you just uttered a taboo thing for what feels like an eternity.

“Y/n………………”

“Did you hit your head with something?🤨 I think you need to see a doctor.”

“SUNGHOON!!😡😡”

Aight aight he was just messing with you. 😆😛

“You’re kind of cute when you’re mad.” He wheezes at your annoyed expression that he finds really interesting.

Putting the tiramisu aside, he flings his arms open and gestures you to come inside. “Come here doll.”

He kisses the tip of your head lightly and squeezes you in a tight hug!! >.<

“ wait for a few years till we are responsible enough and I’ll definitely marry you for good. Because ofcourse, I love you and only you.” 💓

Thanks to you, now he’s got something to be delulu about before going to sleep everyday. 😳

ꕤ ѕυησσ:-

Definitely the sweetest one about this whole situation, I swear to god 🥹💞

You were wearing a pretty lacy white long dress infront of the mirror just because you bought this dress on sale and wanted to try it out infront of your boyfie.

And ofcourse he drops his phone and directs every attention at you and you alone.

He low-key imagines how pretty you’d look as a bride inside his his mind and gives the brightest sunny smile. 👉🏻👈🏻

But you hear his thoughts out loud from the fanboy-ish way he keeps staring at you with heart eyes.

“My sunshine. Do you want to marry me someday?🙈” you ask him in the most polite yet shy way, locking eyes with him.

Initially thrown off course from how you uttered the exact thing he was thinking…but then starts giggling giggling. ☺️☺️

He rushes to stand beside you infront of the mirror and stares at the reflection of the both of you.

“Ofcourse I would. Why wouldn’t I?” He proudly exclaims with endless admiration in his tone. 💗

That obviously causes you to blush and cover your face in your palms.

But he chuckles and makes you look in the mirror instead.

“Look at us. We look so perfect together, like we were made for eachother y/n.”

The comment makes you feel butterflies all over the place but before you can react, he kisses your cheeks and opens his phone camera to click selcas with you!!

Boy floods a hundred pics of you two & especially YOU on his phone and even has a secret folder consisting of those pics that he named “my lovely future wife 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 “

Another one who has endless scenarios about your married life in his imagination and gets all bubbly giddy about it all da time! 😝

ꕤ วυηցωση:-

Just yang jungwon being yang savage jungwon 😏

Good thing that you asked it as a prank or else the humiliation was sth you’d never recover from lol

The members were in on this prank with you cause they were dying to see leadernim’s reaction!

I mean..he always seemed to be allergic to pda and didn’t even hold your hands infront of them smh 🤨

Hence when you guys were hanging out at the dorm together, you guys start the prank.

“Guys..can someone get us the drinks from the table?” Jake comments, winking at you, indicating the signal to start!

“Ahh don’t worry. My future husband is gonna go get it.” You claim, looking at jungwon

Awkward silence…………………😐

Jungwon didn’t even hear what you said..or atleast acted like he didn’t. He was still busied on his phone and everyone exchanges glances.

“Jungwon?? Please go get the drinks.” Heeseung shrugs by tugging at his shoulder which NOW got his attention. He volunteers and exits the room casually

Plan failed (1)

You sulk hard…..:((( at his ignorance…:(( but everyone tries cheering you up. And niki swears he saw jw flinch and blush but then he played it cool.

But you had to find it out for yourself!☹️😤

So when you see jungwon coming through the door, you yell out-

“Yang jungwon!!! >.< marry me!!!”

And..

Baby cat just takes a solid 180 degree turn and walks out the door again😆

Talk about plan failing (2)

BUT truth is…he couldn’t handle getting his heart pierced twice today😳 bc this time he couldn’t hide his obvious red cheeks lol 👉🏻👈🏻

So he needed to catch some air ahem ahem

When he returns, you see a cutesy dimple smile as he sits beside you and

Puts the metal cap opener inside your ring finger from the bottle and quietly says:

“For now..this works. After a few years…I’ll get you a real ring okay?”

AND WOOOOAAAAAAAHHH🙈😳💞

The whole room starts cheering causing you both to blush hard lmao

But all’s well that ends well, because?? You see the million dollar smile on his face and for the first time today, he expresses his love for you infront of his family!💕

ꕤ ηιкι:-

Niki was lying down beside you half asleep as you scrolled through Instagram on your phone

Seeing some wedding pictures pop up, you suddenly steal a glance of your boyfriend who you’ve been dating for almost 3 years

Now was a appropriate time to ask him to marry you, half of it directed as a plan, half of it a serious comment.

So you move him lightly and call out his name

“Nikinikinikiniki oii!! >~<“

“…what?” He muffles under his breath, turning his half lidded eyes at you, squinting and furrowing his brows, obviously displeased by your interruption

But you go on anyway

“Marry me”

Foolish of you to expect a reply in the first place cause..this brat just rolls over and falls back asleep again.

That’s what you think he does..cause he just used the blanket to cover his face from you

Like how dare you shoot his heart like this unannounced when he just woke up…😳❤️🔫

“DID YOU JUST IGNORE ME?!!😠” you whine, crawling on top of him to crush him w your weight!!

He swallows his laughter before looking at you.

“How can you ask me to marry you so bluntly when *clears throat*..you still sleep with your baby blanket, still play with your teddy bear and cuddle it to sleep, still cry when you’re hungry like a toddler and etc etc.” “aish you’re so hopeless” he makes this “😮‍💨” face at you, charging you for all the things HE DOES TOO🙄 (minus the last part)

Scooting closer to him now, you laugh as you hold him tightly from the back, rubbing your nose with him to tickle him.

“Okay okay. You can replace my teddy bear. So now will you marry me?”

“Hmph. Maybe?” He laughs in an adorable way, but you pout slightly at his maybe remark. 😠😒

When you try to playfully bite him later as a revenge, he’s quick to tackle you in the bed and wow.. it turns into a MASSIVE PILLOWFIGHT! >.<

Just like you expected…

The rest of the night ends with silly little fights and silly little teasing session but also silly little kisses and silly little cuddles. 💓🙊

Even though he doesn’t admit it or talk about it to you but you know what?🥺

He thinks about it ALOT and definitely tells his mom about you and takes you out to meet her. 💕 bc you know you “might” need it later in the future.😉🤫

——————————тнє єηԃ

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