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blackopals-world · 1 month

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So this is Love?

Ace Trappola x Jester!Yuu

Ace trying to understand what is happening to him.

Ace doesn't do relationships. He's tried before and yeah he was an asshole. He can't admit it but he was so bored. It was the first date and yeah, she was pretty but he was tired already.

It's not like he led her on. He just didn't pretend he liked her. It's so goddamn exhausting. Ace didn't pretend he was the good guy in this.

He assumed that love and relationships just weren't his thing. Which was fine, but now...now it's different.

Ace originally thought Heartslabyul was going to be so lame. All the rules and no time to cut back but damn that was before Yuu showed up. Someone who knew how to have fun. The saving grace of Heartslabyul, the royal jester.

Every room they enter everyone lights up. Waiting for them tella joke or do a trick. Always bloating around in those elaborate costumes and leaving a trail of glitter as they pass.

Their makeup perfectly framed their face. Their lips were painted the perfect Heartslabyul rose-red against lily white.

Was he going insane? Did he think that their clown was attractive? Seriously?!

Sure, they sang well, had a sweet voice, a silly way of talking, looked good in those gaudy outfits, did that thing with their tongue when they focused in helping frost cakes, looked adorable then they tripped over a paint can and somersaulted over it with a smile ad covered in paint. That didn't mean he liked them.

If anything it was purely physical attraction.

He could ignore these feelings.

Ignore every time they pulled him in for another cake heist, every dance they had during parties, every time they whispered a joke in his ear, every kiss on the cheek they gave away carelessly, every hug that made felt so warm and comforting it made him feel like his chest was being crushed.

Could he ignore every daydream that felt like a dumb teen romcom? Like going on beach trips together, going to concerts, going to a real dance together as dates, and being able to kiss them in front of the school.

But Ace is realistic. He doesn't do relationships.

He's sure of it.

Watching them sit at Riddle's side on the special seat made just for them made it clear. Yuu was an existence that didn't belong to him or anyone for that matter. Yuu was here to make everyone happy and his feeling were just a part of that.

Man, that's fucked up...

Because no rationalizing made the feeling go away.

He wished sometimes he had taken Riddle's place. Then at least Yuu would be his jester. That would be nice, but there's no use sighing over it.

Ace had chosen to be content with being Yuu's friend until he was faced with the most undeniable proof.

One evening he ended up staying out late but rather than being yelled at by Riddle or punished by Trey he decided to stay at Ramshackle for the night.

Ace had no idea who answered the door. They were kind of plain-looking. No makeup, no glitter, hair was worn loosely, and a pair of glasses. They didn't look anything like Yuu but it was Yuu all the same.

Ace felt out of place as Yuu welcomed him inside. Yuu looked so relaxed and less energized.

"I'm just making dinner for me and Grim but I made extra in case you're hungry." Yuu said softly their voice was a bit scratchy at the end. " Sorry, I usually don't talk much after work. I use it so much it tends to hurt."

Ace only nodded, he didn't think he could talk if he tried either. He was still in shock.

Yuu in their dressed down style looked so...cute. Ace acknowledged it bitterly.

Yuu wore a thin turtleneck sweater and jeans which reminded Ace of a librarian maybe or perhaps a studious academic. Both things are not like Yuu at all or at least how people saw Yuu.

They ended up spending the evening watching comedy shows while Yuu studied. Yuu was actually very dedicated to their craft and read books on many subjects like crafting, chemistry, music, and politics.

"A true jester knows how to entertain but also knows their role is also to advise." They said highlighting the text.

As the night went on Yuu changing into a set of stary Pj's and put Grim to bed. Then the two of them watched shows until they fell asleep on the couch together.

As he listened to Yuu's soft heartbeat and even breaths Ace knew he had to give up.

Ace didn't do relationships...until now. Because now he was in love.

#ace trapolla x yuu #jester!yuu #yuuniverse #twst ace #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu

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yurinaa-world · 8 months

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Characters: Housewarden x Gender Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Housewarden With flirty S/o

Warnings: fluff, spelling mistakes, might be ooc

Notes: I am writing for twisted wonderland now!

𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

Who knows how you both got together and how you started dating each other?

He cannot handle your comments at all. like how you say all that and not be embarrassed while he, on the other hand, is all red in the face while lecturing you not to use such words in the land of the queen of hearts.

In return, you tell him, "I don’t see any type of rule that stops me from complimenting the Queen's beauty. You grin ear to ear while he just goes silent. The boy was left speechless.

As you decide to push your luck more than you already have and grab his hands and kiss his knuckles, Ah, what have you done after awhile? He calmed down, but don’t think you're not going to get a lecture after all; he must set an example so you don't do it in public.

But did you listen? Of course you don't want to make him uncomfortable, but he never told you not to flirt in private, and when in private, you do so much more to tease him, something like giving him kisses all over his face or blowing in his ear; such simple things get him so riled up!

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇

He’ll definitely go along with what you're putting out; if you think you can fluster him, you can dream, but it’ll never happen even if you try your hardest.

But who knows if you don’t try? You did many things to see him get all red, but nothing... Nothing; he just returns the energy you gave him, tells you he’s tired, wraps his arms around you, and falls asleep—not the things you wanted out of him.

Well, if words won’t get you the reaction you wanted, then your actions might, so you start to kiss his hand or intertwine your hands and give him a direct kiss on the lips.

He just smirks and somehow makes you go red instead! Leona just laughs at your gaping mouth and your rose-coloured cheeks, but you’ll keep on trying! Since nothing is impossible!

𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓁 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜

Well, if he can deal with Floyd, then he can definitely deal with your flirtiness.

But once you saw his octopus form for the first time, you knew you had something. Well, you of course asked him if you could see him in his octopus, and after a lot of convincing, he did!

Well, he was pretty increure about showing this side of himself; he looked so red, and you told him that there was no need for him to be embarrassed; he looked so cute. He told you not to stare, but how could you not?

Azul doesn’t believe you at all, but you really mean what you said; he looks cute! You ask him if you could possibly touch his tentacles; they look so soft and squishy.

𝒦𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓂 𝒜𝓁-𝒜𝓈𝒾𝓂

He’d be pretty chill with your flirting.

not really flirty back, but he doesn’t need to since he’s always making you break with his bright smile and how he calls you beautiful; he does gushes to Kalim about you and how you're so pretty and how lucky he was to get to date you, and Jamil just listens (Jamil's totally Kamil’s wingman).

When you kiss him, he’s on cloud nine; you can see a little blush on his cheeks. He wanted to repay the favor but wanted to make it special, so he took you a ride on his magic carpet and gave you a kiss, which surprised you but you liked it.

𝒱𝒾𝓁 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓃𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓉

Of course he loves your compliments; now he doesn’t blame you for being so madly in love with him; he is the fairest.

He’ll take anything you throw at him, no matter how flirtatious, since he’s a celebrity, but he likes to see you get flustered instead since you look so cute when you get a taste of your medicine.

He’ll grab your chin with his thumb pressing on your lips (if that makes sense). How needy you are to want his attention so badly. He is so generous to do so, but don’t get too greedy.

𝐼𝒹𝒾𝒶 𝒮𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹

You like SSR in a gacha game where odds are like 5% chance of winning, but he was able to get lucky in just one ten pull.

He can’t handle you; even the most lighthearted comment gets him on his knees and has his fiery blue hair turn pink, but when you tease about it, he’ll mutter about how you're wrong, and he would never be flustered by a normie!

He’ll forgive you if you say sorry, but do you stop? No, what's the point in that? So you keep on going, like distracting him from his games with kisses on his neck. He’s muttering with a bit of blush on his pale skin that you're distracting him, but you want to spend time with him, plus he can play his games anytime.

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓊𝓈 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒶

I see Malleus understanding your flirting and going along but also getting confused by some of the things you say since he’s been sheltered for a lot of his life (like the man doesn’t know how to use a phone).

How bold of you, child of man, to say things like this to him without any fear! Call yourself lucky since Sebek isn’t there to scream his head off about indecent behavior in THE Malleus Draconia.

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lucysarah-c · 16 days

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Masterlist!

All my Levi x reader fanfics and Levi fanart

Art Commission: OPEN!

Writing Requests: CLOSED!

Headcanons:

-> Levi dating a Swifty

-> Levi's s/o telling him she's pregnant

One-Shots:

-> Ackerman’s blood

Levi fears for the first time that perhaps his Ackerman's powers aren't a bleassing when his son suffers the consequences of them. Dad! Levi x Reader

-> Stoppers (NSFW!!)

Levi feels overwhelming jealous and decides that there's nothing better to set things clear of who owns who than a good old fucking. Levi x Reader.

-> Criminal Record Part 1 - Part 2

Levi insist he has done worse things in his life than, perhaps, sleeping with a subordinate.

-> Traidor

2020 what a time to be alive. The snk character are doing the same as old of us trying to survive the lockdown... playing among us! Levi x reader.

-> Father’s day

Having a soldier as a father is never easy, way less when your father is Humanity's strongest soldier. Levi's kid has the perfect gift but perhaps it's not the perfect scenario. Dad! Levi x Mom! reader

-> Couple goals

Levi hates military's formal events and you know it. Both of you still make the perfect team.

-> Baby boy

Hang out with your higher-ups as you just become Levi's girlfriend. What's the worse thing that could happen? Spoiler alert: Eren is not going to forget about this... neither Erwin.

-> Scratches down his back

Having a boyfriend that's a good couple of years older than you has it's pros... specially when he decides to show them to you. Levi x reader

-> Blackfire

Erwin insists that Levi should educate his squad on certain topics proper of their age. Levi isn't really convinced but Commander's orders are Commander's orders… However, Erwin didn't specify on what he should educate his bratty cadets about. Levi x reader!

-> ANGEL

You met Captain Levi while working as a teacher at one of the new orphanages that Queen Historia created. He seems so willying to help. (YANDERE! Levi x reader NSFW!!)

-> Tea time

Levi is deep down a huge gossip old lady. Levi x reader

-> An Old-fashioned Girl

You're a teen living her normal life until she travelled back on time to aot period.

-> Self-sabotage

Erwin begs Levi to buy him a coffee on his way to university. Having a crush in a barista is so hard when you don't like coffee. (Modern au! University student Levi having a crush on a barista)

-> Not in season? NSFW! Part 1 - Part 2

Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body? Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation. OMEGAVERSE ALPHA LEVI X OMEGA READER.

-> Levi and the first encounter! Underground! Levi

Tales of Levi's life in the underground.

-> EXPLANATION OMEGAVERSE AU

-> Fifteen, what an age to be alive!

Steal your father's car! What could go wrong? Dad! Levi x Mom! Reader

-> Laundry Problems

Levi's a very stoic calm man. He always does laundry but as a unknown piece of clothe appear, Levi's life flash before his eyes. Levi x reader

-> Bed-head Levi

How are Captain Levi's mornings?

-> Boop! You've been chosen!

Levi and you decide to adopt a kitty.

-> My Teen! Levi's modern AU stories.

There's a lot of them so here's a link to all of them.

Little Pieces I Wrote (Self-Explanatory Titles).

-> Levi isn't romantic

-> Levi as a father part 1 part2

-> Unpopular aot opinions

-> Levi growing up in the underground 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,

-> Levi's morning with happy ending NSFW

-> Sick clingy Levi NSFWish

-> Soft Levi NSFWish

-> Horny Levi x nurse! reader NSFW

-> Levi x Passenger princess reader

-> Travelling with Levi

-> Girlfriend effect on Levi!

-> Levi loving calling his girlfriend "wife"

-> Levi and farlan as roomies

-> Levi as the father of a baby boy

-> Being humanity's strongest baby girl

-> SnK boys and pilates.

Holy Ground (longfic! over 300k Levi x reader)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is hanging on by a very thin thread, and everything is a good excuse to not go back to your cold bed - and that’s how you find yourself in a situation that you will soon regret. This story takes place before Eren discovered he was a Titan shifter, before Wall Maria was retaken, even before it was broken. The veterans usually make fun of the cadets for being bratty teenagers, but were they any better?

600! Followers event!

Have you ever wished you could ask Captain Levi a few questions and see his reaction? Well! say no more! I left Levi incharge of my blog for a few days. Enjoy the comic with hisreactions!

2k! Followers event!

Have you ever wished you could ask Captain Levi a few questions and see his reaction? Well! say no more! I left Levi incharge of my blog for a few days. Enjoy the comic with hisreactions! Part 2! Levi's revenge.

SnK Incorrect Quotes:

63 and COUNTING silly posts of quotes that I think snk characters would say.

You think that art looks cute? I draw it! Here's a link to a few of my other pieces!

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sseastar · 1 year

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✑ TREASURE REACTION !

— THE ONE WITH THE THINGS YOU DO THAT GIVE THEM BUTTERFLIES

pairing: treasure ot10 x reader genre: fluff, established relationship!au, bsf2l!au warnings: n/a, not proofread, mentions of food listen to: light - wave to earth

최현석 、CHOI HYUNSUK !

when you take care of the other members

we all know how much this man loves and adores his younglings, but seeing you care and watch out for the other members will have his heart soaring. literally five minutes after meeting the members, hyunsuk will find you already offering water or snacks to the other boys, or scolding them to be careful while they’re messing around. two words: heart eyes. hyunsuk will have the most loving look on his face whenever he watches you care for some of the most important people in his life, and he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you by his side when you’re ready, caring for and loving kids of your own.

박지훈 、PARK JIHOON !

making his coffee in the morning

he doesn’t know if he loves or hates the way he can’t drink coffee anymore unless it’s yours, but all cafes have become irrelevant to him. he doesn’t care if those cafe’s have fresh artisan crafted beans, or have some special rose cream foam at all. it doesn’t matter even if your coffee is literally an instant coffee packet that you just add chocolate powder to - it’s the best coffee in the world and there’s no telling him otherwise. jihoon doesn’t actually know much about the differences of coffee, if he actually likes the taste of it, or if he just likes to correlate the image of you across the counter from him having breakfast together, but his favorite thing is seeing you first thing in the morning when you plan to meet for a day together, and you’re already sitting on the couch in their dorm with two mugs of coffee on the table in front of you.

金本芳典、KANEMOTO YOSHINORI !

when you thrift something for him

ah yoshinori, our darling lover boy. we all saw how freaking cute he would be on dates (he said it himself in his t-log how he wanted to make his vlog seem like we were on a date with him). but thrifting dates?? so. cute. he’d love taking you out to different places and finding these cute things for each other (and omg sharing them?? that’s so cute. BUT something he would find especially endearing is when you end up going thrifting on your own or with some friends, but still manage to bring him back the most vintage, most yoshi-like piece. somehow you always are able to bring back something exactly his style or something he’s looking for and he finds himself falling for you a little more every time he realizes you know him so well to the point that you’re shopping for him!! yoshi loves how knowing each other’s styles has just become instinctive in your relationship, and you best believe he’ll treasure all the things you buy him for the rest of his life.

김준규 、KIM JUNKYU !

when you invite him to go places

our sleepy baby is a homebody at heart (so am i kyu, i feel you), but that doesn’t mean he won’t leave home when it comes to you inviting him places. maybe it’s more so because you seem to know exactly when he actually does feel like going out, but kyu finds it absolutely freaking heartwarming when you tell him excitedly about a place you want to visit with him or take him too. he feels special in that he’s the one you go to, not anyone else, when you want to experience something new with him because he might be interested. new experiences can be scary, but being with someone you trust makes them a tad bit less. so find new cafes, or restaurants, or art studios. tell him all about it because he will totally be down to try new things with you!

윤재혁 、YOON JAEHYUK !

bringing him stuff you bake

yoon jaehyuk gives me falling in love with someone even sweeter than him vibes. is that possible? almost not because we all know this boy is the embodiment of all things precious and sweet. but the moment this boy lays his eyes on you as you take his order at a cafe he stumbles upon one day, he falls head over heels for you and the way you seem to always recommend the perfect things for him to try every time he visits. further into your official relationship, jae lives for the times you go to him first whenever you try out a new recipe, bringing him the first batch of whatever pastry or dessert you bake. some are meh and the most others are drool-worthy, but jae finishes everything you make him nonetheless because the fact that you put your hard work into something and came to him first makes him realize how much trust you have in him in seeing possible flaws in your work.

浜田朝光、HAMADA ASAHI !

taking photos of him

please, every single time a tweet or weverse comes out with this boy’s film work, i literally swoon bc how is asahi literally the epitome of my aesthetic? he has the most beautiful pieces of photography ever and captures the smallest yet important moments with the members. that one thread of his film photos while he was out with ruto, hwan, jaehyuk, and i think also jeongwoo? those are my favorite roommates right there. that being said, because a lot of times, asahi takes candid photos of others in their natural state, he finds himself feeling really important and wanted when you show him a photo you had secretly taken of him. to him, it kind of feels like your way of saying, “hey, i think you’re beautiful in the times you might not think you are, because you’re perfect to me no matter what.” this bby wouldn’t know how to react when you show him because he’s so overwhelmed with emotion that he kind of just smiles and shrinks into himself, PLS he’s so adorable.

김도영 、KIM DOYOUNG !

having the same mannerisms as him

ah kim doyoung, our resident angel. we all know how our precious boy (or literally all of treasure) is so respectful of everyone whether he’s close with them or not, but his manner hands whenever he’s passing stuff to someone, or the way he seems to feed or give food to others before himself is something that tells me that our dobby would be absolutely enamored with someone with the same mannerisms. the first time he took you out to a family dinner (family dinner meaning a dinner with the other members), he would literally swoon when he catches you holding your hand under his sleeve when he’s reaching for something at the table, or when he catches you sneaking his favorite chicken pieces onto his plate. dobby sees you sitting back to let the other boys serve themselves before you, or to hand dish plates past you before taking food for yourself, and he can’t help but think about how perfect you guys are for each other.

渡辺温斗、WATANABE HARUTO !

the way you get along with his sister

we know that haruto loves airi so so much. the way he speaks about her and thinks about her during tmap so 37 (?) shows how much he loves his family, and how much he protects and cares for his sister. so when haruto sees you and airi playing and joking around with each other, completely comfortable with skinship as if she were your own little sister, he absolutely melts. just knowing that there’s someone other than his family that can make her smile has him feeling some kind of way, and a fond smile can’t help but make his way onto his face. he might tease you, asking if you like his sister better than him and pretending his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sees you braiding airi’s hair, but the question alone just shows that he appreciates that you’re getting along with his family (and that he might be a little jealous lol).

박정우 、PARK JEONGWOO !

when you compliment him

mr. i can’t take a compliment but i will hype literally everyone i care about. ah, our lovely boy. our jeongwoo’s always been a little shy - no matter how loud he is, he’s still a true introvert and this might be why he finds it hard to take compliments easily. it breaks my heart when he says things that imply that he’s not handsome or that the other members are more handsome than he is because he’s so beautiful on the inside and outside, so i think that his s/o should often remind him of this. he would definitely feel butterflies when you compliment anything about him, his voice, his look for the day, his skills, his personality, blushing and looking down with a smile because he doesn’t know where to look. ask him why he’s so handsome, ask him what made him look so pretty, ask him why he’s so talented and amazing that you can’t believe how lucky you are to have him - this boy will not know what to do with himself. jeongwoo is so so so precious, and i hope that he realizes how much we all love him because he deserves the world. fun fact: jeongwoo is the first member i noticed (besides having already known yedam from the skz survival show) because i thought he was so pretty and funny lol.

소정환 、SO JUNGHWAN !

support him through his academics

i think we’re all well aware that our poor baby is just working his butt off to survive high school and i want to commend him immensely for all the hard work he’s put in academically while balancing the idol life. i don’t think i could ever survive a lifestyle as fast-paced as the one this boy lives and i’m so extremely proud of him for it. that being said, something tells me that junghwan would just absolutely appreciate any help and support you would give him while he’s balancing practice and school work. whether it be quizzing him for the next big exam he has or helping him out with chores just so that he doesn’t have to worry about them, he will fall for you a little bit more than he already has. he might not outright ask you for help, but the way that you somehow pick up on what he needs without him saying anything has him feeling a little more butterflies in his stomach just because of the way you know him so well without him even having to mention anything.

⌕. author’s note ; omg it’s been so long but i’m back (for now) and trying lol. struggled so f much with junkyu, yoshi, and asahi but we got there eventually! got a little carried away with woo’s but congratulations to him for graduating!! i’m so so so proud of our boy

⌕. taglist ; @wooahaes @koishua @acaiasahi @enhacolor @soobin-chois @nichobins @chrysbibi

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seospicybin · 1 year

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BLOOM.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Valentine's day is just another day for you until a stranger gives you a flower and makes it special for you. (16,4k words)

Author's note: Happy Valentine's day, my loves! Good news is I'm not going to make you cry. Bad news is I'm going to hit you with a lot of love and fluff 💘

Listen to my favorite love songs here 💕

Do you know that Valentine comes from a Latin word meaning 'strength'?

It's unclear how valentine's day became associated with the tradition of exchanging affectionate gifts and love notes, one thing for sure is you certainly don't have the strength to go through this day. Why? Because you're miserably single and chronically introverted.

Most of the reason why you're still single is that you like to stay in the safety of your room, working with the company of your cat and a steaming cup of tea. That's also why you love your job, it allows you to stay in your little bubble, away from the bustle of city life.

If it isn't about work, you wouldn't find yourself in a packed bus with these people who just got off work or school, or are on their way to have dates with their significant others.

Being in a crowd like this makes you anxious and there are still a few stops to go but it already feels suffocating even though you're sitting near the window. You distract yourself by looking out at the view but there's not much to see but the melting snow and the cool air slipping through the crack between the windows.

You feel gentle taps on your shoulder and you turn your head to see a hand, you look up to see who the owner is since he's standing next to your seat.

Dark hair parted in the middle and loose strands of hair fell over his forehead but what captivated you is the freckles dusted his milky white skin.

"Do you know what time is it?" He asks with a kind smile.

He owns a deep voice that doesn't seem to belong to someone with a slender figure like him. It's like someone else dubbed his voice.

You fumble to fish your phone out of your purse and click it to see the time, "it's 6.13 pm," you answer.

"Oh," he responds.

He swings his backpack to the front and you only realized then that he's holding his phone with him, he can easily check the time himself.

He pulls something out of his backpack, a pink rose wrapped in an iridescent paper wrapper. Even from this distance, you can tell it's a real rose, it gets you wondering how he keeps the petals intact inside his backpack.

He pushes it toward you and you stare at it in confusion, "is it for me?"

He nods along with his smile hasn't faded from his face yet.

You take it from him and you can't help but smile it's the first time you ever received a flower from someone. Not just someone but a gorgeous, elven-like human.

"I happen to have one left," he adds as he slings his backpack on one shoulder.

Your smile fades a little after hearing that, it means that you're not the only person getting a rose from him, and the worse is you're the last person to receive it.

You're not that special, you're just lucky but still, you're grateful for his nice gesture.

"Thank you," you mutter to him with a smile.

You notice your stop is next and put the rose in the safety of your tote bag.

"My stop is next," you inform the guy who gives you the rose.

You get up from your seat and offer it to the girl who's been standing since the previous bus stop.

There is a minute of you standing next to him before getting off, but there's nothing significant happens except that he holds you from falling on your face by holding the strap of your bag.

"Be careful," he says as you walk to the exit of the bus.

You know what? The worst thing is he doesn't even ask for your number.

What a romantic day indeed!

Everyone knows that Felix is such a sweetheart.

On valentine's day, he bought a dozen of roses for him to share with anyone, from the barista who made his morning latte, to the serving lunch lady at the cafeteria, to his favorite dance instructor, to any random person he met for the sake of making people smiles.

To put it simply, he has a lot of love in him and he wants to share it with everyone.

However, his big heart only makes it hard for people to try to flip it.

He's popular at his dance school and it's no mystery why most of the students have a crush on him, then again, no one has ever captivated him in a way that makes his heart moves at least a millimeter.

What's the use of being popular when he doesn't have anyone to share this special day with?

So he stays in the studio a little longer to practice his dance routine until he remembers that he has a family dinner to attend.

He rushes to the bus stop and squeezes himself into a packed bus. His family would be fine if he's a few minutes late but Felix doesn't want to be a nuisance, he's just too good of a person.

Still, he compose a text just in case he couldn't make it in time.

Someone walks past him to make their way to the exit of the bus, Felix almost stumbles when the bus stops. He moves to the side to make some space for everyone.

That's when he sees you, looking out of the window so lost in your thoughts. It's like you're living in your own time and space from the rest of the world.

And it's beautiful, this scene, the wind slipping through your hair, your tender gaze, you.

For a moment, he feels like time stands still and all he sees is you.

His curious hand reaches for you to make sure that you're real, not just fragments of his imagination.

He suddenly feels bad for intruding on your space but you're looking up at him, wide-eyed and a bit defensive.

He hurriedly thinks of something to say, a small talk, an excuse, anything!

"Do you know what time is it?"

He feels like slapping himself for asking such a stupid question, he's literally holding his phone in his hand and can easily check time himself.

"It's 6.13 pm," you answer after checking the time on your phone.

He's lucky that you don't see the phone he's holding and that he still has one rose left in his backpack, he can only hope it's still proper enough to be given to you despite the rose having been in his backpack for hours.

"Is it for me?" You ask, nonplussed.

He nods because his mouth suddenly got dry and he's unable to speak.

A smile rises on your face as you stare at the rose, only if you know between the two, your smile is the most lovely.

"I happen to have one left," he blurts out.

Your smile fades a little and he wonders why.

"Thank you," you mutter with a courteous smile.

Then it hits him that he gives you the impression that he did this to everyone.

But that's not the intention, he wants to let you know that this feels like fate, that he met you and happened to have one rose left.

When you put the rose inside your bag and get up from your seat, he knows he has so little time to try to explain.

"My stop is next," you tell him.

The situation he's in doesn't support his plan and he can only look at you as you stand next to him. You seem to be waiting for him to say something too.

Then the bus stops and Felix prevents you from stumbling forward by grabbing the strap of your bag.

You turn your head at him and smile. It's so sweet, the kind of sweet that will get him addicted.

The door of the bus is open and people start to move toward it.

Felix doesn't have much time left and he wants to know everything about you. Your name, your phone number, your favorite food, your favorite movies, movies that make you cry, any of your childhood memories, anything!

But all that comes out is, "be careful!"

You flash him a smile for the last time then get off the bus.

Felix watches as the girl who has just moved his heart by a millimeter walks away from him.

The rose is wilted.

You've been keeping it in a pitcher full of water and placed it on your desk, next to the window to fill its need for sunlight.

Whenever you look at it, you get reminded of him.

The gentle taps on your shoulder, the smile he gave you as he asks for the time, the deep voice that you still doubt belongs to him, and the last of him that you saw through the bus window.

It's all sweet until the reality bites, that you don't know him and it's impossible to meet him again.

For a starter, you don't even know his name therefore you can't try to find his information on the internet.

If only you had just a shred of confidence in yourself, you would have asked for his number and maybe made him wait for a day or two for your phone call.

You scoff at the thought. Who are you to play hard-to-get?

The sound of your phone ringing startles you and wakes you up from your silly reverie.

It's a work call.

Sometimes you get hired to work in certain places and you've been a trusted partner of this luxury brand, they wanted you to come and write custom cards for their special orders. They usually just send the cards to your place and you'll send them back when the deadline ends, however, there'll always be orders that come in a short amount of time.

You bring your writing utensils with you and work in the store in what looks like a hotel room instead of a fitting room.

They serve you a cup of tea and sweet assortments, then give you a list of names for you to write then leave the room to give you the space to work.

It's not as comfortable as working in your apartment but you can work in an environment like this, quiet and nice.

You spread all of the cards you've done in a neat row while letting the ink dry.

You check all of the cards once again, making sure there is no speck of ink or spelling mistakes. Because apparently, some people can get very sensitive if you misspelled their name.

It's as if she knows you're outside, your phone ringing the second you stepped out of the store. Turns out, your brother gets off early from work and invites you for an early dinner.

He is determined to get you out of the house so many times and you rejected each one of his invitations.

"Stop sulking! You're out already," he says, his shoulder bumps yours and he always forgets that his big body can easily knock you off your chair.

Good thing that you're used to it, "I'm not sulking," you grumble.

He takes your glass of water and switches it with his glass of wine, "you're not driving. Have some wine!"

You put the wine glass down, not drinking it. He rolls his eyes at you, "have some fun!"

"I have fun," you quickly respond.

"What fun? Playing hide and seek with Percy?"

"I have fun in my own way, okay?" You shrug away all of his words off you.

He takes his wine glass back and drains it in one long sip, "how are you going to meet a guy if you stayed in your room all day?"

"But you met your fiancé in your apartment!" You defend yourself with a solid fact.

"That's because he's a friend of my roommate!" He argues back with widening eyes.

When he realizes that came out louder than he intended, he lowers his voice immediately, "I mean... when's the last time you met a cute guy?"

"A week ago," you shortly reply.

Your brother suddenly gets so interested, he leans forward on the table, "where?"

"In the bus."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know," you innocently answer.

Your brother inhales a deep breath and slumps in his seat, disappointed that his enthusiasm goes to waste.

You refuse to share a taxi ride with him because it'll only double the fare since he goes the opposite way to where you're going.

You let out a long sigh once you are seated inside the bus, the work isn't that tiring but interacting with people drained your energy the most.

You lean your head against the cool window glass and start spacing out as you gaze out at the view of the city lights in the distance.

It's a bad habit of yours, you'll space out and forgets about your surroundings, that includes almost skipping your bus stop.

Good thing that you reflexively shoot up from your seat and run to the exit, getting off the bus just in time before the door closes.

You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder and start walking to your apartment building.

A hand on your shoulder stops you from going, you turn around to see who it is.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

Felix's hair is still damp.

He had a quick shower after practice to wash all of the sweat off and put on a clean t-shirt.

He always leaves school at this hour, so by the time he gets off, he'll go somewhere to eat for dinner.

Except that tonight he feels like going home early and ordering some food.

He sits on the back of the bus with his hands shoved inside his jacket pockets. He clicks his phone, expecting it to light up so he can see the time.

Unfortunately, his phone runs out of battery. There's always a digital clock somewhere on the bus, he looks straight ahead but instead, he finds the other thing he's looking for.

He didn't believe his eyes at first until he sees you run to exit the bus.

It's like history repeats itself, he got caught in the same situation that requires him to act in such a short amount of time.

He senses that the driver is about to close the door soon, he stops thinking and dashes outside, getting off the bus even though it is not his stop.

He is unsure of how to talk to you but he knows that it's his only chance.

Hesitating for a while, Felix puts his hand on your shoulder and you immediately turn on your heel to find him there.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

Definitely not a good opener, he sounds so eager and a whole lot creepy. He can see that he just gave you the ick from your plain expression.

You grip the strap of your bag and tip your head to the side, "but you didn't give me your number," you answer.

A laugh escaped his parted mouth, he didn't expect you to still recognize him and that you'll answer his strange way of greeting you.

"Do you perhaps... want to grab dinner together?"

"I'm sorry. I had dinner already," you refuse with a courteous smile.

He kind of expected this answer, that's understandable, especially when the invitation comes from a stranger.

"But I'd love to have a cup of coffee," You come with an alternative for him.

"Yeah? I'd love that too," Felix can't believe that his verbal skills deteriorate this soon when he's still in his twenties.

You suggested the coffee shop because you live in the neighborhood and your apartment is only two blocks away from here.

Turns out, none of you drink coffee. Felix drinks coffee only when they're heavily sweetened and you prefer tea.

"We meet again," Felix starts the conversation after your drinks order is served on the table.

"Yeah," you shortly respond with a small smile.

"It's..." he wanted to say that it feels like fate that the two of you meet again but he doesn't want to make it seem corny, "...nice," he settles with the simplest word and that's enough for now.

You carefully sip your tea and he notices your fingers are tinted black. The last time you met, he also saw the same thing.

"Are you a painter?" He guesses.

You slowly put down your tea and know that he sees your dirty fingers, "oh, no. I'm a calligrapher."

"So you have beautiful handwriting," he comments almost immediately.

You shyly smile at him and look down at your lap, "you can say so," you say.

Felix suddenly got so curious, he slides a napkin in front of you, "can you write my name?"

"What for?"

"I want to see your handwriting," he casually answers.

"I guess I can do that since you paid for my tea," you tell him with a low laugh.

You rummage through your tote bag to pull out a pen and another thing out of your purse, a card.

"What's your name?"

"Lee Felix," he confidently answers.

You nod and uncap the pen, start writing his name down on the card instead of on the napkin he gave you. You write his name in elegant cursive letters and to him, you look like drawing a flower instead of his name.

The curls of letters are still no match to the beautiful curl of your smile as you slide the card across the table to him.

"You do have beautiful handwriting," he compliments with a sly smile.

"Next time, I'll have to charge you for it," you joke and caps the pen back, putting it back inside your tote bag.

"I'm not sure if I can afford you," he jokes back while still staring at his written name on the card.

"How about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a dancer," he answers.

"I'm still a student so yeah, I can't charge you for that," he adds.

You softly laugh with your hand holding the handle of your teacup. Your phone rings on the table and his eyes dart to the pop-up notification that says 'Percy'.

You turn it off and put the phone inside your purse, "I'm sorry but I have to go."

He has so much to ask about you but he knows he can't keep you here and interrogate you all night. He can't demand your time considering he's still a stranger to you.

"No worries," he replies with a smile.

His excitement makes him forget the most important thing he wanted to ask you ever since he met you.

He's always late to realize it but not this time, "you haven't told me your name yet."

You gather your bag from your seat as you stand next to the table, "that's my name card you're holding," you tell him.

Felix flips the card with his written name and learns that you wrote on the back of your name card.

"See you again," you say as you wave your hand at him.

Felix waves his hand back at you until you disappeared out of his sight.

That's when he allows himself to gleefully smiles.

It's been three days, three miserable days of anticipation and anxiety, you can't seem to focus on your work as well when you need to check your phone every few minutes.

You went through five stages of grief and you got to the point of acceptance.

You're at your lowest point and when that happens, you call your brother

"How long it usually takes for a guy to finally call you?" You ask the second she picks up the phone call.

"You ask for the standard of a straight guy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"The average is three days but if it went up to a week, just forget him," he eloquently answers like it's an easy math problem.

You groan because three days is about to turn into four days and he hasn't called yet.

"Wait!" Your brother seems to finally catch the meaning of your question.

"Who is this guy?"

"The one I met on the bus," you reply with a sigh.

"But you said you didn't even know his name," he sounds so impressed and perplexed at once.

"I met him again."

"When?"

"Three days ago."

"And he hasn't called?" He yells in disbelief into the phone.

"I'm sure he's just busy... he'll call," you console yourself with the last of optimism left in you.

"No. Even if he calls, don't answer!" He warns you and you can hear her heavy breathing through the phone line.

"At least, makes him wait for a day!"

"I don't know... I'll just..." you stare at the ceiling as you lay on your couch, while your brother keeps on blabbering through the phone while you start spacing out like you always do.

"Hey, are you still there?" Your brother shouts through the phone.

You snap yourself out of your head, "I'm going to bed," you tell him and end the phone call.

You continue to space out until you slowly drift into sleep, the sound of your neighbor's early morning routine of watering her plants on the balcony wakes you up.

Still sleepy, you drag yourself to your bedroom and before going back to sleep, you check the time on your phone.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only 4.50 in the morning and there are two missed calls.

You shot up on the bed and see the timestamps, he called a few minutes after you fell asleep on the couch.

You badly want to hit call back immediately but he would still be sleeping right? Who wakes up this early? Only your hippie neighbor does.

You ended up not going back to sleep and used the time to contemplate the proper time for you to call back. Should you do what your brother said? Make him wait as he did to you?

You decide to make him wait for as long as you can hold yourself back from hitting the call button.

You busy yourself with work and doing the ones that still have a week left before the deadline. You put your phone away from you, out of your reach, out of your sight.

You give up when the clock strikes 2 pm and curse at the void, "screw with this waiting game!"

You hit the call button on his number and your heart race for every ring it takes for him to pick up the call.

On the fifth ring, you decide to turn it off and try calling again.

Then it clicks, "hello?"

The deep voice sparks the excitement in you but at the same time, you get nervous you start pacing the kitchen.

"Uhm... hi! I see that you called last night?"

"Yes, I did but then I figured you must be sleeping already," he answers.

"Yes, I was—" you got choked by your saliva from talking too enthusiastically.

You calm yourself down by taking a long breath and try again, "I was wondering why you called," you meekly say.

He sounds so calm, unlike you. You can even hear his smile even though you're sure you're only imagining it in your head.

"Do you have time this weekend?" He asks.

"Yes," you answer too quickly and swear, you can feel your brother's glare at you for doing that.

"Let's meet at the coffee shop near your apartment at 5?"

You nod and realize that he can't see it, you need to provide a verbal answer on a phone call.

"Yes, I can do that."

He lowly laughs, he probably can hear the thump of your heart and the excitement in your voice.

"I'll see you then," he says.

"See you."

A moment passes in silence but none of you are willing to hang up. Strangely, you feel comfortable sharing the silence with him.

"I'm happy that you call me back," he suddenly mutters.

You can see your wide smile on the reflection on the toaster, "me too."

He laughs again and lets out this delightful sigh that means so much more than just that.

"I have to go back to practice," he says.

"Sure, please, go ahead."

"Bye."

"Bye," you end the phone call and let out a long sigh of relief. You start running around the house while screaming at the top of your lungs, your neighbor probably going to check on you soon but you feel the need to let it out.

The euphoric feelings last for a few minutes until the anxiety kicks in.

You've never been on a date for years and you hate to admit that your brother is right. You check your closet, it's all sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. There's nothing you can wear for a date without looking like you're going for a job interview.

The weekend is only two days away and again, the only one who can save you from this dire situation is your brother.

"Let's go shopping," you say the second she picks up the phone.

"I swear if we're going to spend hours just to get the proper pen, I'll sue!" He answers with the recollection of the last time you went shopping together.

"It's for a date," you tell him before he could complain further.

You hear his silent triumphant smile, "it's about damn time."

Felix has two tickets for a musical play.

He doesn't know whether you'll like it or not, it would be his first time and he wants to experience this with you.

Calls him sentimental, but he wants to remember the first time he watched a musical play, it was with you.

He keeps fixing his hair because they're tousled today, he tried styling it and the best he did with it is flattening the sticking hair.

He comes to the coffee shop a little early and orders an iced chocolate drink because coffee only makes him even more nervous.

It's not the first time he's going on a date yet he feels excessively groggy, a dance audition didn't make his legs bounce this fast under the table.

He should stop doing that, so he starts tapping the table with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," A voice says.

Felix turns his head to find you walking toward the table, clutching the strap of your purse on one shoulder and the other holding the hem of your dress from riding up your legs as you sit across him.

He was too nervous to see that you'd entered the coffee shop.

Now that he sees you in a white dress and your hair is prettily decorated with pins, he gets more nervous but in a good way. The sky is grey today but that smile of yours instantly brightens his day.

"Have you been waiting long?" You ask.

He's still in trance and it continues for a whole good minute, he screws his eyes shut, restarting his brain to go back to its normal state.

"No, I just got here," he answers.

You softly smile and put your purse on the seat next to you, ignoring the fact that you can see that he's lying from his half-drained glass, the ice cubes have melted and formed a different layer on top of the drink.

"Do you want to order something? I'll get it—"

"No, it's fine. I had one too many cups of tea already," you refused the offer with a smile.

Felix wipes his palms on his jeans and licks his lips, the tickets inside the pocket of his shirt searing his skin the longer he stalls on asking you.

"Do you..."

"Yes?" You respond already before he can even continue his question.

He laughs and that helps to relax him, "I have tickets to see a musical play," he says.

He moves his hands and rests them on the table, they are only inches away from yours, and he resists the urge to hold them.

He focuses on the task at hand and tries again, "Do you like it? Do you want to go?"

You look at him in silence and smile, "sure, I'd love to."

Felix let out a gasp, fortunately, a low one that passes your hearing. He looks down to hide his triumphant smile and hurriedly clears his throat.

"The play is at 8 so we still have time," he tries to sound calm but failed to hide his excitement.

"Oh, I can't wait. I never watched a play before," you say with a sheepish smile.

"Me too!" He eagerly responds.

He closes his eyes for a second, wishing he could erase the five seconds earlier from existence.

He thinks of something else to talk about, "should we grab a dinner first or...?"

You open your mouth to answer but the sound of your phone ringing got ahead of you, "I'm sorry," you mutter before taking it out of your purse.

"Hello?"

Felix watches the shape you take as you sit sideways on your chair and he can see every curve of your facial features, of your nose, lips, and chin.

There's no other to describe the way he looks at you, Felix is smitten.

"Oh, no!" You shot up from your chair and dash towards the door.

You walk away without saying anything, leaving him flabbergasted and frozen in his seat.

This is not right, he says in his head. His eyes darted to the purse you forget to take with you.

He picks up your purse from the chair and chases after you, you're at the end of the block already. He's not wearing shoes that are suitable for running but that doesn't stop him from chasing you.

You've been resisting the urge to put your hands on your lap and clasped them together, clicking your thumbs together because that's what you do whenever you're nervous.

Unlike you, Felix seems calm but sounds so excited and eager, like a newly adopted puppy which is adorable.

You're about to suggest him to check out an art exhibition and a little walk from there, there's a nice restaurant that serves Japanese food.

The phone rings and it shatters your focus, "I'm sorry," you quickly apologize for the interruption.

"Hello?"

"It's your neighbor."

"Yes, I see that you're calling, Mrs. Kim," you calmly respond.

"I know you're not at home," she speaks so slowly but remembering that she's as old as your mother, you should give her a pass.

"I just want to let you know Percy came to my balcony again," she informs.

You opened the window this morning to air-dry dozens of cards you finished writing since you couldn't possibly be going on a date with the thought of abandoning your job.

You did the job but you didn't close the window afterward and it's a horrifying thing to remember what happened the last time you forgot to do that.

"Oh, no!"

Without thinking, you scramble out of the door and blabber into the phone, "I'm only one block away, I'll come and get him!"

You run as fast as you can to your apartment building, punching the code to the entrance gate too fast that you push the wrong number.

You take a deep breath before trying to enter the code again, when it beeps open, you push through and continue running inside.

You hear someone running behind you too and you stop at the base of the stairs.

"Hey, you left your purse!" Felix says.

You only realized it now that you're only taking your phone with you, "Oh my God, I am so sorry," you quickly apologize.

He hands you the purse while panting, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just need to get to my floor—" you don't finish your words but sling your purse across your shoulder and start taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

You impatiently knock on Mrs. Kim's door and don't stop knocking until she opens the door.

"Mrs. Kim, I am sorry. I'm so stupid, I left the window open again," you sincerely regretted forgetting to do such a simple thing.

"It's alright, dear," she assures you with her hand on your shoulder.

"Did he breaks anything again?"

"It's alright," she keeps saying that and it only convinces you that something bad occurred.

"I'll pay for the damage, Mrs. Kim, I'll—"

"It's okay, I just need to re-potting them," she holds her hands up to assure you everything is alright on her end.

"Wait here, I'll get him for you," she heads back inside.

You turn to see Felix and exchange a nervous glance with him, he's looking so confused, probably thinking how did he end up here?

Mrs. Kim returns while carrying Percy in her arms and you hurriedly offer your arms to take it from her, "I am way scared knowing that he crossed the ledge," she says as he hands him to you.

"Mrs. Kim, I'm terribly sorry," you say again and you feel like it's not enough to make up for what your cat did. That he ruined her herb plants like he did last time.

She softly smiles, "it's okay and you'd better get him home, he needs a bath," she says.

The soil must be wet from the light rain and that explains the patches of dried mud on his fur.

"Thank you for keeping him," you say for the last time.

"No worries and I'm sorry for disrupting your date," she adds while keeping her door open.

Typical old people, they're nosy but you know that she said it with good intentions. You decide not to put too much thought into what she said, you are indeed on a date, or was half an hour ago.

"Thank you once again, Mrs. Kim," you say before leaving and going inside your apartment.

The window is open and you rush inside to close it, you don't think twice but put your cat in the sink, preparing him for a bath.

"Percy! I swear if you do this one more time, I'll give you to my brother," you scold the feline who curls on the bottom of the sink, knowing what will happen to him.

When you turn around, you see Felix standing in the middle of the room looking so lost. You feel bad for him, you ruin the date and now he's forced to watch you scolding your cat.

The apology can wait, you pull a chair from the dining table, "Please, sit. I'll get you something to drink."

You take a pitcher of juice and pour a glass for him, he must be thirsty from chasing you from the coffee shop to the apartment building.

"I'm sorry for everything," you say as you place the glass of juice in front of him.

"For the date, for making you run after me, for getting you here," you list everything that perhaps caused the inconveniences for him.

"I think you apologized enough for today," he says with a smile and sips his drink carefully.

Percy's mewl shifts your attention back to him, you start to prepare things for his bath, rolling the sleeves of your dress up your elbow.

You turn around to face Felix, then say, "I'll clean him up real quick."

He gets up from his chair and approaches you, "Can I help?"

Percy is nice to you and Mrs. Kim but when it comes to your brother, he turns hostile. You kind of guessed he's not good toward male which doubts you if it's a good idea to let Felix helps you bathe him.

"I'm not sure if that's..." your words trailing off as you watch Felix softly scratches the back of Percy's ear and he purrs with eyes closed.

"Yeah, I would love the help," you change your mind about it and let him help you.

Unlike any other cat, Percy enjoys being in the water and he likes taking a bath. You assume he intentionally did this mischief just so he can get this indulgence from you.

"What did exactly he does to your neighbor?" Felix asks as he holds Percy's head while you lather his body with soap.

"My neighbor plants all sorts of herbs on her balcony and Percy escaped through that window I accidentally left open, he knocked all of her potted plants and probably played with the soil too," you explained.

"And this happened before?"

"Yep."

"Bad Percy!" He scolds him while giving Percy gentle pats on the head and he mewls in response.

It never crossed your head, even in your silliest of imagination that you would bathe your cat with a guy and not just a guy, a gorgeous guy that looks like a character out of a fantasy book.

Is it too soon to say that you like him? To say that you have a crush on him is an understatement. You are completely whipped.

After wrapping Percy with a towel, you put him on top of the kitchen counter. You bring your hair dryer from your bathroom to dry Percy.

Felix takes it from you after you plugged it in, "I'll do it," he says.

"So you can change your clothes," he adds before you can protest.

You look down at the front of your dress, dirty from Percy's paws and the soil he carries with him. Good, you're not only ruining the date but looking so horrible doing it.

"I'll be back," you excuse yourself to your bedroom.

You almost let out a shriek once you see your reflection in the mirror, your dress is ruined and your hair is messy, a few stray hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

The clothes are off but you got yourself a new crisis.

"The guy is in my apartment!" You announce the second you heard your brother picks up the phone.

"How?" He asks with a dramatic sigh that could earn him a role in a soap opera.

You're not ready to tell him the reason why Felix ended up in your apartment, so you hurriedly ask him the question you've dying to ask, "Is it okay if I'm wearing sweatpants?"

From the way he heavily sighs into the phone, you got the answer already.

Felix is more of a dog person.

However, he likes animals in general, that includes cats.

That should be the least of his worries, earlier, he thought Percy is the name of your boyfriend.

He's glad that it's the name of your pet cat and he's snuggling up to him once Felix has done drying him. Percy is an adorable calico cat and a chatty one. He keeps meowing at him, probably asking for treats.

You've been in your room for quite some time and it's impolite to look through your kitchen cabinets to find the cat food.

He'll give you a few more minutes, then he'll knock on your door to ask where you keep it.

The noise Percy makes seems to call you out of your room and you have changed your clothes into blue jeans and a white blouse.

Even though what you're wearing is something simple, you're stunning still.

"I hear you. I hear you, Percy!" You shout back at the feline that doesn't stop meowing at you.

Felix chuckles witnessing this strange yet adorable interaction, it's making him miss having a pet of his own.

You reach the top cabinet to grab a box of cat treats and Felix's eyes catch the exposed skin of your stomach when you did that.

He looks away immediately and clears his throat.

Percy starts spinning on the kitchen counter at the sight of the treats you're bringing to him, "he always does that to get more treats from me," you share with Felix.

"Do you want to feed him?"

"Sure!"

You pour a handful of treats into his open palm and he puts it in front of Percy. He doesn't waste time gobbling on it.

"Good boy!" Felix coos while brushing the top of his head.

"I think he likes you," you say while putting the carton back in the top cabinet.

"You think so?"

You nod and lean against the kitchen counter, "he's usually hostile towards men."

Felix smiles upon hearing that. To have your pet rooting for him that's something, that's a win. It assures him that he's on the right track.

It starts raining outside and Felix checks the time to see that it's almost dinner time already.

"Should we order something? For dinner?" You ask as if you read his mind.

"Good idea!" He responds.

You pick up the phone and start looking at the restaurant fliers stuck on the door of the fridge, "what should we be having?"

Then you turn at him in one swift move as if something just flashed right through your head, "Oh my God, the musical play!"

It's what he has been anticipating to do with you but now that he's in your apartment and playing with your pet, he likes where he is, he belongs at this moment.

"We can always go next time," he says, wishing for a hopeful turns out even though the night is still young.

Percy is sitting on the armrest of the sofa while the two of you having dinner on the carpeted floor with the sound of the rain filling the silence.

In this nice setting, Felix uses it to explain one thing. He drinks his water and licks his lips before speaking, "I'm late to apologize to you," he begins.

You put down your chopstick to listen to him talking, "for what?"

"That I didn't call you right away," he answers.

"Well, you called and you're here now," you simply resolved.

"Still, I owe you an explanation," he says while looking right into your eyes.

"I was out of town to perform at a festival. I got busy practicing and I don't think it would be wise to call you late at night," he speaks in a calm manner and apologetic eyes.

You stare at him for a few seconds and your eyes are so hypnotic he can't stop looking into them.

"I appreciate you for telling and I accept your apology," you say with a smile.

This moment is tender and so is the gaze you're giving him, he feels wrapped in an invisible cloak of warmth and comfort.

He wants to be in this moment forever.

Your phone rings with a reminder to give Percy his medicine.

You've done it a handful of times so it's not much of a hassle for you. It doesn't even take you a minute, you give him gentle scratches before letting him roam around the room to play by himself.

You return to the living room to see Felix looking at your desk, probably reading the cards you're working on.

He seems to be reading the defect one you keep in a separate tray.

He sees you watching him yet he remains calm, he proceeds to read the one he's reading.

"You also write letters for people?" He asks.

You shake your head, "No, I only do it for my grandparents. They used to exchange love letters when they were young."

You stand next to him to show him one of the old love letters you used as an example and that you have for safekeeping.

"Every anniversary, I write a love letter for my grandmother on behalf of my grandfather. His hands are too shaky to write letters now," you further explain.

Felix nods as he gazes in awe at how old the letter is and that the envelope itself is torn at the seams.

"Do you mind if I read this one?" he says, pointing to the one he read a while ago.

"Not at all. Please!" You allow him and lean against the desk facing him.

He takes the paper and starts to read it out loud.

"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? Despite the hundreds of letters I've penned you, I still don't know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation—and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine—mounds of happiness.

And I am floating with you, in you, aflame and melting—and whole life with you is like the movement of clouds, their airy, quiet falls, their lightness and smoothness, and the heavenly variety of outline and tint—my inexplicable love. I can't explain these cirrus-cumulus sensations."

Felix finishes reading with a delightful sigh and his eyes are back on you again, "it's so beautiful," he says with a mix of awe and slight shock.

You softly chuckle in response. If only you can tell him the way he reads it makes it more beautiful.

"I'll like it more if I know what cirrus cumulus is," he playfully remarks.

You chuckle again, "they are types of clouds," you answer his curiosity.

"Ah!"

"My grandfather was a mariner."

"Wow, you're so smart!" He sincerely compliments you from the way he said it full of awe.

"Why? You feel intimidated?" You joke.

"A lot!" He shortly replies.

"Someone shouldn't have this many charms, you know?"

He's indirectly praising you and it's safe to say he's flirting with you, you can feel your cheeks heating, flustered.

You turn your back to him to put the old letter back into your drawer and say, "it's a pity that people don't write love letters anymore."

Felix nods in agreement, "yeah, receiving a love letter through an email is kind of... corny?"

The moment your eyes landed on each other's again, you both burst into laughs at the thought of it.

You used to think that the space is already full with only you and Percy, turns out, having Felix in here makes you realize that you still have a lot of space to fill.

It's getting late and the rain has stopped pouring.

Percy is sleeping on his sleeping mat in the corner of the room, curling into a ball, creating a cute swirl of orange, black, and white on his fur coat.

"The taxi will arrive in a few minutes," you inform him after ordering a ride home for him through the phone.

"Thanks," Felix replies.

He gets a little sad that the night is about to end and that he has to part with you soon. He consoles himself with the excitement that he'll meet you again soon.

Which reminds him of something, he approaches as you return from turning off the light on your desk.

"Are you busy next Friday?" He asks. He wanted to look anywhere but your eyes, knowing that they'll only make him nervous.

Somehow your eyes always succeed in attracting him to look.

"Next Friday?" you ask back for confirmation.

Felix is aware of the proximity, you stand mere inches away from his, and he can easily take your hands if he wants to.

He puts his hands behind him to resist the urge, "My school is having this dance ball and everyone is given a plus-one ticket," he explains.

He nervously wipes his palms on the back of his jeans, "I can't think of anyone to come to this ball with but you," he finishes.

He let out a low, shaky breath. You don't seem to be excited or opposed to the idea. You look rather confused like you don't know what to do with his invitation.

"I don't dance," you stutter.

"We don't have to dance or anything. I want you to come," he quickly adds, hoping that you wouldn't feel burdened with the request.

"I want you to come with me," he says again, almost desperately.

"I don't know," you vaguely answer, "I have to check my schedule first for that."

Felix repeatedly nods and it's better than you flatly rejecting him on the spot.

"You don't have to answer now. Take as much time as you can," he assures you.

You nod and the sound of your phone ringing startles you, "I guess it's the taxi," you say.

No shit, parting is such a sweet sorrow.

He takes a long look at you as you linger by the doorway, waving your hand at him, "thank you for today!"

"No, thank you for today!" He says back with a gentle smile.

You flash him a smile before closing the door and the only good thing about parting is knowing that the moment you meet again, it'll be so, so sweet.

You don't have to wait for the knocking, you recognize your brother's footsteps and he's right outside your door.

"Oh, the thing I do for you," he's complaining already with his jacket damp from walking under the rain.

Percy senses that his least favorite person just entered his territory and he starts hissing at him.

Your brother glares at him, "do you think I want this too?"

Percy growls at him and he never did that to anyone but your brother.

Your brother decides to ignore him and hugs you, "Don't worry, we'll be fine!"

His expression turns sour when he notices that you're still in your sweatpants and worn-out t-shirt.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?"

You frown and meekly say, "I don't think I can go."

"What are you talking about?" He asks in disbelief. His eyes widen and are about to pop out of their sockets.

You hug yourself feeling so incredibly small in front of him, not only because he has a bigger body frame than you but because he's the only one who is capable to make you openly vulnerable to him.

"I can't. I'll only embarrass myself," you sadly say.

You can see that he's disappointed in you but refrains from telling you.

He rests one hand against the dining table and says, "okay then I'll just go back home."

You immediately grab his hand, not letting him go, "no, don't go!"

He goes to grab the jacket he hung a minute ago, "I'm here to make sure your cat takes his medicine on time while you're out to have fun at the dance ball," he says.

"But since you decided not to go then you don't need me anymore," he finishes with a sinister smile.

He's not just disappointed at you, he's mad and he's the type to give you the silent treatment and when that happens, it's all very frustrating for you.

You grab his hand again to stop him from taking his jacket, "I'm so scared," you blurt out.

He turns to look at you to give you a chance to explain yourself.

It's not easy for you to talk about your feelings and your hands start to shake, "I like him so much and I'm so scared that I'll ruin it,"

"I think that it's better if I didn't go," your voice is quivering at the end of the sentence.

Your brother put your hand away from his wrist and holds it, "come here!"

He pulls you into a hug and stays like that for a good minute, it's comforting and safe, he's truly someone you can rely on.

"You like him that much, mmh?" He asks as he's gently patting your back.

You nod with your eyes closed to prevent yourself from crying.

"More than you like me?"

"No," you strongly deny.

He laughs and brushes your hair endearingly, his chest heaving as he draws a deep breath which makes you unconsciously follow suit.

"If you didn't go then how would he know that you like him?"

He pulls away just enough to put a space between your bodies and looks at your face, "do you think this chance will come again?"

That makes you think very hard and clearly about every possible scenario of how things would turn out but each time you only focus on the negative outcomes.

It does not always have to be that way, there's a fifty percent chance that things may go your way and that's not a bad deal.

"Are you sure you're not going to regret it?"

You don't have to think long to know the answer and you think your brother knows it too.

You hate to admit that your brother is right and he's always damn right.

"We all do embarrassing things, not just you. We all do and that's okay, that's something to laugh about in the future," he squeezes your shoulder to make sure his words seep into you.

You look at the time and you only have fifteen minutes until the dance ball starts while you have so many things to do beforehand. Dress, hair, make-up... you wouldn't make it on time.

You're dreading it all over again.

"Even if I go, I don't have much time left," you weakly tell him.

Your brother lets out his dramatic sigh then he shakes your shoulders to wake your whole body.

"It doesn't matter whether you'll be late or not," he tells you then ruffles your hair into a mess.

"What matters is you come!!!"

He turns your around and steers you to your bedroom, "Go get ready, I'll help you with the rest!"

Felix has been waiting outside.

He's waiting by the entrance of the ballroom and all of his friends are already inside, dancing with their partners and probably on their fifth glass of champagne already.

He checks his phone but there's no message, no missed calls, nothing from you. It's only making him more groggy that he starts pacing back and forth.

An hour has passed and he starts to doubt you'll be coming, he sits on the steps that lead to the ballroom, loosening his tie a little.

A few of his friends are also outside smoking and silently pitying him for being ditched by his date.

Still, Felix doesn't want to think ill of you. He tries to think positively, that maybe you have a more important thing to do or that you're unable to go.

And maybe, just maybe, you simply don't want to come and that's okay.

He takes his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket and composes a new text message.

He thinks it over on what to say to you, to let you know that he's alright if you choose not to come and there's always a next time.

Next time is better than nothing at all.

He's about to press send when he sees someone walking up the steps toward him.

You're lifting the hem of your dress to make it easy for you to walk and the heels you're wearing clicking against the floor. He knows you're struggling with what you're wearing but the smile on your face tells him that doesn't matter to you.

And that's so attractive to him. He's glad that some of his peers get to witness this.

He rushes to help you walk up the rest of the steps by offering his hand which you eagerly take, you almost stumble at one point but he's quick to steady you.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, you laugh it off and say, "I'm sorry I'm late."

You're here with him now and that's enough.

He should have said it out loud and let you know that, except that his brain started to malfunction. He stops walking at the end of the steps to take a good look at you, to take everything in.

You're wearing a dress in a terracotta color and your hair is down, a smile doesn't wear off your face as you look back at him.

"You're so beautiful," he praises and that's the only truth.

"Thank you and you too," you praise back.

"Well except..." your hand reaches for his tie and goes to fix it, "now you're ready!"

He can feel his heart expands twice its size and beating so fast, he also can hear its beating in his ears.

He shouldn't waste more time, he offers his arm for you and you loop your hand around his arm, letting him sweep you off your feet on the dancefloor.

It's hard to look into his eyes and not to feel a thing.

His hands are on your waist and yours are on his shoulders, your body moves so awkwardly but Felix patiently guides you, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music.

"You said you don't know how to dance," he says with an impressed smile.

"I do," you assure him.

"This is not bad at all," he comments.

"That's because my brother gave me a short lesson," you shyly admit.

You know for certain that Felix isn't going to make fun of anything you said, he's too good to stoop that low. Therefore you don't have to worry about telling him things like this.

"Your brother is a dancer?"

You shake your head, "he's a rugby player."

A confusing look masked Felix's face and you understand why. No one gets it but your brother is one of a kind and you're very proud to have him in your life.

"Let's say, he's good at so many things," you simply resolve.

"Ah..." Felix responds with a nod of agreement.

The night feels so young, so hopeful, so magical and it feels like a dream to you. However, the next thing you know it's the last dance for the night.

You blame it on the fact that you came here so late but everyone else already got tired and there are only a few couples left on the dance floor.

"May I have the last dance?" Felix asks with one knee bent and a hand at you.

You put the champagne flute and put your hand on him, "yes, please."

He takes you with him back to the dance floor and you both stand facing each other, waiting for the music to start to play.

Felix places one hand on your waist and the other on your hand, once the music starts playing, you both start dancing.

You're following the instructions he gave you earlier, you only need to trust him and follow him.

And you're doing exactly those two things.

Goodness, Felix looks so stunning in his black suit and his slicked-back hair. His freckles, his smile, his kind eyes, just everything about him complement each other so well.

He's just so perfect and it makes you wonder if you deserve to be in this place, to have this dance with him.

You make a wrong step and you end up tripping over his foot, again, Felix catches your right on time.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he steady you.

You keep in mind that it's okay, embarrassing things like this are something to laugh about in the future.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

"Should we stop?"

You shake your head, "it's the last dance so..." you shrug and put your hands back on his shoulders.

"Okay," Felix also put his hands back on your waist and starts guiding you to sway, moving around the dance floor.

This is what you'll be missed if you didn't come and God, aren't you glad to come?

When you think about it, everything that has happened with Felix, how you met in a random place, how you met again for the second time in another random place, the failed date, and now, this.

The rose he gave you might have withered and died but not with your feelings as you feel them blooming into something you don't know what it is yet.

This chance will never come again nor is a person like him.

You put your hands around his neck and close the gap between your bodies, you feel his body stiffens against you, perhaps he gets a little surprised by the proximity.

A while later, you find his hand wrapped around your waist as he gently rests the side of his face against you, cheek to cheek.

You feel his warm breath a second before he speaks into your ear, "Thank you for coming!"

But you know those words mean more than just that.

All things come to an end, even the good things.

His heart gets heavier the closer his car gets to your apartment building, somehow it feels worse than waiting for you to come.

To conclude, he's better at waiting than letting you go.

He gets out of the car once he parked it to walk to the entrance of your apartment building, stopping just right by the elevator.

"I had fun tonight," you say to him while clutching your purse in front of you.

"Me too," he says back with a sheepish smile.

The empty lobby amplifies the feeling that tonight only belongs to you and him, which makes him reluctant to end the night with a goodbye.

He doesn't want it to end, he wants it to last forever.

The elevator chimes as it arrives and again, Felix finds himself in a situation that needed him to act in a such short amount of time.

One look into your eyes and he knows he wants to lose himself in them.

He catches your hand and takes a step closer, "Can I—" he aborts his plan to ask first and just go ahead with his guts.

Slowly, he presses a kiss on your lips and places his hand on your jaw, holding you still as he kisses you.

He lets the kiss lasts for a moment before letting it go.

Your eyes are still closed and the sight of your wet lips entices him to kiss you again.

He doesn't have it in him to resist the temptation, he places his lips on you again and you return the kiss this time, opening your mouth for him.

He's more than eager to deepen the kiss, tasting more of you.

This time, you pull away but keep your forehead presses against his, foolishly smiling at each other at how those kisses felt. Which are not less than what they're supposed to be, of something right, of something fated.

And when he least expected it, you come up with the question he wanted to ask.

You slide your hands up to his neck and clung to him, "do you want to go upstairs?"

Felix is standing behind you as you unlock the door.

Without having to look, you can feel his eyes on you, and the body heat he's emitting, makes you guess how close he is.

You hold the urge and push the door open, "come in!"

Felix steps into your apartment and his eyes widen in surprise, you got curious at what he's seeing.

It's your brother and he's sleeping on your sofa, "I don't know that he's—"

You stop explaining and come to your brother's side, gently shaking his body to wake him up while muttering curses under your breath.

"Wake up! It's late!" You say through your gritted teeth.

You accidentally slap his cheek a little too hard but it works to wake him up, he fumbles to get up from the sofa. He looks around, disoriented.

"Why are you still here?"

"I fell asleep," your brother answers them yawning.

"Can you please go now?" You plead while keeping it low to not let Felix hear the conversation.

"Okay, I'll call for a taxi home," he slurs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I mean now. Right now!" You insist.

Using your eyes, you gesture to Felix standing in the middle of the room watching you talk to your brother.

"Oh shit, is this the bus guy?" He asks in surprise.

Your brother shakes his head to summon his senses back into his head, "I mean, you're the dancer."

Felix awkwardly waves at him and politely smiles, "hi!"

"Don't worry, I'm just her gay brother," your brother adds.

You wince again and wish that you can disappear or someone removed him from this scene.

But since Felix already sees everything, you decide to properly introduce your brother to him.

"This is my brother," you tell him and awkwardly stand there between them.

Felix is the one who comes up and offers his hand to your brother for a handshake, "Hello, I'm Felix."

Your brother nods with a cryptic smile plastered on his face, he looks inexplicably masculine with his hand gripping Felix's lithe hand.

He gives Felix a long assessing look, it's just this thing he does to anyone who gets close to you. It's a brother thing.

"I play rugby, you know," he suddenly says and no one asks him anything about his job.

Felix nods, "yes, I've been told you are a rugby player."

Your brother nods again and gives him an approving smile, then finally, he lets go of the handshake. You see Felix's hand turns pale and you glare at your brother.

"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Felix asks.

"Not at all!" You answer and it's better like this, you're not going to let him be around your brother for too long.

"You're taking him here!" Your brother the second Felix closes the door of the bathroom.

You ignore him and grab his jacket, you hand it to him so he can put it on.

"You know what that means, right?" He slips his muscular arms into the sleeves of his jacket, "you're going to have sex with him!"

You groan at him and get him up from the sofa with all of your strength, "can you say that any louder?"

He gets up on his own and you push him in the direction of the door, "do you know what you're supposed to do, right?"

"Shush it!" You remind him that Felix can hear all of this.

He abruptly stops to look at you, "you have condoms?"

"Please, just go!" You desperately beg.

Your brother gets it, he lets out a sigh and then goes to give you a quick hug, "call me if anything happened or has not happened," he jokes.

You scoff and open the door for him, waving your hand at him until he enters the elevator.

"Where's your brother?" Felix asks once he returns from the bathroom.

"He left," you answer.

"I didn't get to say bye to him," he sadly says which is very cute of him that he worries about making a good impression on your brother.

And now that it's only the two of you in the apartment, apart from Percy who's snoring on his pillow, the tension is back and it doubles with every passing second.

The sight of your bedroom is tempting but you're not ready for that yet.

You think of something to keep things going and not to kill the buzz.

"Wine?"

It's the wine.

Felix believes that's the reason why he's telling you all of these things about himself, from the food he likes to the student who silently hates him.

He can see that you intently listen to him, asking everything that intrigues you, reacting to his jokes, and laughing along with him.

It's rare to find someone he wants to spend all night just talking to.

The bottle of wine is almost empty and the night is getting late, Percy's snoring is getting louder as well.

"I already expected that your brother would be so big because you mentioned he's a rugby player," He says then take the last sip of his wine.

"But I didn't know he would be that big," he emphasizes the word to describe your brother's enormous presence.

You laugh in response while tucking your hair behind your ear.

"He's hunky, I like it," Felix adds.

"Oh? You like him?" You ask with a slick smile and an eyebrow raised.

He puts his wine glass away to not risk him dropping it as he laughs.

"I'll let him know," you joke back.

The two of you are sitting on the sofa with a space in between and maybe it's you that keeps luring him in or maybe it's him seeking your warmth, wanting to stay close to you.

He realizes that the gap is closing as his knee bumps yours and in this proximity, he can feel that his brain is about to short-circuit.

He quickly thinks of something witty to say before everything that comes out of his mouth is pure idiocy.

"You can also tell him that I like his sister more," he doesn't mean to blurt it out like that but it happens because he's on the verge of imploding. Also, he wants you to know that.

It takes you a second to get what he said and you look down at your lap, flustered.

That's just so cute to him.

He reaches for your face and put his hand under your chin, he tilts your head to meet his gaze. Slowly, he leans in and you lean in as well, making the gap between your bodies turns nonexistent.

"I like you too," you say back to him with a smile.

There's no perfect way to capture this moment than with a kiss, a kiss that conveys how happy he is to know that you reciprocate his feeling.

He wraps his hand around you and you scoot closer to him like two opposites of magnet that attract one another.

A smile lingers on your face with your eyes still closed after you pull away, "want to know something?"

He puts his other arm around your shoulders and lets you rest your head on it, "yes."

"I almost didn't come to the dance ball tonight," you confess and the eyes you're giving him right now tell him that you're being honest.

He grabs your free hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, "why?"

"Being in a new place, in a crowd, they're not my specialties," you tell him with a grimace.

"And I don't like going out. I like staying at home."

Felix nods and brings your hand close to his mouth so he can kiss your knuckle, "is that why you were late?"

You nod.

"What makes you decide to come?"

"My brother," you shortly replied.

Felix nods again and softly sigh, "well, that makes me like him more," he playfully remarks.

"Oh?" You exclaim in a slight shock and your fingers are closing around his.

He gives you a long peck on the lips as a token of gratitude for being willing to come and try new things with him.

He appreciates the effort so much and that only makes him fall deeper into you. There's no escape at this point.

He's in love, through and through.

Percy likes to come to your bedroom and climbs into your bed, he'll try to wake you up in the morning.

To prevent that, you carefully close the door of your bedroom and try not to make any sound in the process.

When the knob clicks in place, you sigh in relief and turn to face Felix, who's looking nervous but looking so cool doing it.

"You have a nice room," he stutters, a hand scratching the back of his head.

"Thank you," you mutter.

Indeed, you haven't had a man coming to your place and staying the night over, it feels like the first time all over again. Now you're older and hopefully wiser, you know it's going to be different this time around.

For a start, you know that you like Felix and you fully consent to what is about to happen in your bedroom, sexually or not.

Felix's presence in your room doesn't make you feel that he's invading your space in a way that most people do.

It's just as if he belongs here, close to you.

"Can you help me take off my dress?" You ask.

You see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you take it that he doesn't expect that request comes from you, "sure."

The dress has been weighing you all night, you didn't feel bothered by it earlier because of the adrenaline rush and you were having such a great time with Felix to focus on the inconvenience.

Hours passed and now you can feel your shoulders sagging because of it.

You turn around as he walks up to you then put your hair to one side to show him the zipper of the dress.

The sound of the zipper being parted open against the quiet of your room intensifies the tension in the room.

When you thought it was done once the zipper reached its end but no, Felix softly caresses the exposed skin with just the tip of his fingers, light and featherlike, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering inside you.

You turn your head to look at him but his lips welcomed you instead, you spin your body around to face him, and have your lips locked with him again.

Felix parted the dress open and let it falls onto the floor, pooling around your ankle while you impatiently unbutton his shirt without looking.

All clothes are off the moment you both hit the bed and he hovers above you, kissing you wherever he can land his plush lips on.

Felix's hand goes down to touch your heating core and it feels hot the moment they make contact.

It gives you the idea to do the same for him, you slide your hand down to his abdomen and keep going south until your hand meets his semi-hard cock.

Gently, you wrap your hand around it and stroke it, up and down, up and down.

You both sense that none of you want to waste time anymore, you kiss him before telling him where you keep the condom.

"It's inside the drawer," you pointed to the small drawer next to the bed.

Felix takes it in a matter of seconds, he unwraps the foil wrapper with his hand and securely rolls it down his length. He smiles as he crawls over to you, kissing you again before positioning himself between your legs.

You spread your legs wider for him and did it without thinking or else you wouldn't do it at all.

Felix rubs his hands up and down your thighs, once in a while, he teases your clit by circling it with his thumb.

The breathing exercise you usually do whenever you're anxious can't help you in this type of situation, but you remind yourself that it's just excitement, lust, desire, everything mixed into one.

You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, he smears your essence all over then finally pushes into you.

A loud moan rips out of you.

Felix abruptly stops moving, he gently rubs your thighs again.

"Are you okay?" He softly asks.

You believe it's just nerve and try to relax by taking a few deep breaths.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

With that being said, Felix pushes into you again and you moan in pain, "Oh my God!"

"Do I hurt you?" His voice is heavy with concern.

You shake your head. You don't know how to tell him about it but you know it'll be an embarrassing thing to say.

"It's just..."

"Mmh?" He props his hands on each side of you with his face merely inches away from yours, "It's okay, tell me."

You cover your eyes as if it would help you hide from him, "I think you're just too big for me," you meekly answers.

There's a moment of silence, he is probably at a loss for words to respond to you and you understand why.

A while later, he takes your hands from covering your face and makes you look at him, "should we stop?"

"No," you answer rather too quickly and that makes you sound eager.

You put your hand on his neck and say, "I just need to relax."

"Okay," he gives you a peck on the lips before he pulls out of you to lay by your side.

He pulls the duvet to cover both of your bodies and he puts his arm out to be your pillow.

"I'm sorry," you sadly say, it's the last thing you want to do which is ruining this moment.

He softly chuckles and kisses your nose, "this is nothing to be sorry about," he consoles you.

You put your hand across his muscular chest and look at him, "I'm nervous because I haven't done it in a long time," you openly share with him.

He has the right to know that it's not him, it's you.

"I know," he casually says.

You jerk your head back in surprise, "how?"

"I heard you and your brother talking before he left," he answers with a cheeky smile.

You wince in pain and embarrassment, he heard everybody your brother said to you about you not having sex for a long time.

You groan and slump in your pillow, you pull the duvet over your head to hide from him.

"That's so embarrassing..." you grumble and your voice is muffled.

Felix follows suit and hides under the cover with you, "found you!"

You giggle as he pulls your body close to him and touches you under the cover, sneaky and soft, it's romantic and arousing at once.

"I'm also nervous because I'm doing it with you," you tell him but you don't feel embarrassed to let him know this.

"Why? Am I intimidating?" He asks with a sly smile.

You shake your head no and bring your mouth close to his ear, "because you're so hot."

You don't know what got into you next because you find yourself gently biting his ear shell.

His face turns red and his cheeks blushed profusely, it seems like you've just discovered his sensitivity spot.

The little giggles you let out as he plants ticklish kisses on your neck are so adorable yet aroused him so much.

His cock is impossibly hard and swollen, that little taste he got when he entered you earlier keeps replaying in the back of his head.

Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and it was only the tip. He can't imagine what it would be like to be fully buried inside you, don't think he'll last long.

"Felix," you softly call him.

He drags his mouth back to your lips and gives you a quick peck, "yes?"

You hold his small face in your hands and say, "let's try again," you say.

He's more than eager to cater to you but he needs to make sure you're not pressured to do this. Consent always comes first to him.

He softly kisses your inner arm for a second, "are you sure? You don't have to do it, you know?"

You shake your head, "I want this," you pause to land a long kiss on his lips, "so very much."

And that's low-key the sexiest thing a girl can say to him.

Somehow the break you both took helps him relax too and reminds him to take his time, not to rush it.

Felix starts by kissing you down until his mouth lands on your cunt, he wants to properly prepare you this time. He knows what to do with his mouth and to relax you with it, by running his tongue down your slit repeatedly, making it slick with his spit.

And gently, he sucks your clit and teases it with the tip of his tongue.

You're moaning and it's getting hot under the cover you throw it to the side, exposing both of you to the cool night air.

"You like that?" He asks with his head between your legs.

"Yes," you immediately answer.

Your hands reach for his head and bring him to hover above you again, not hesitating to kiss his mouth smeared with your essence.

Now, that is the second sexiest thing you've done tonight.

Felix concludes everything too early, he forgets the night is still young and you're still waiting for him with your legs spread open once again.

His hand gently holds you by the waist as he enters you, slowly and carefully, he makes sure to not cause any discomfort to you.

He feels your hand holding him by the nape of his neck, "Good?"

You nod with a smile that reassures him you're alright.

That's when he allows himself to indulge in the pleasure of entering you, have his cock sheathed inside your warm, velvety walls.

Deep, low growls escaped his mouth at the sight of his cock fully disappearing inside you.

He looks at your face so still with your mouth parted open, whimpering in pleasure.

He crashes his mouth against you and you return it with the same eagerness.

"You feel so good," he murmurs the second he pulls away from the kiss.

You smile against his lips and put your hands around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.

Felix never takes sex as just sex, as just a mere physical fulfillment. That's why he rarely have sex just for the sake of it, he only wants to have sex with people whom he wants to truly bond with to seek a deeper, meaningful relationship. Call him boring but that's just how it is for him.

And this, what he has with you makes him believe that you're the one he's been looking for.

Felix takes your hand and flips over your hand on the bed, he slips his hand into yours, it's perfect like he's meant to hold it. He gives your cheek the softest of caress as he looks into your eyes, "I know it's early to say this," he says.

Your hand curves under his arm with your fingers tenderly trailing his shoulder blade, "yeah?"

"I want to be with you," he confesses and his heart quivering, a mix of excitement and fear mixed into one in his chest.

Your gaze softens at the sudden confession, "you do?"

He nods then swipes his thumb over your lips, "I want to be with you. I want you to fill my days and nights. I want you to be a part of my life."

He gives your lips the lightest yet most loving kiss he could give you as his heart aches and it only proves to him that his feelings are real for you.

"Do you want to be with me?" He asks.

You bring his face close to yours and give him almost the same tender kiss but with a steadfast conviction you answer him, "yes, I do."

Ain't he glad that he had just the last rose for you that day?

ONE YEAR LATER.

The dress suddenly shrinks in size and you struggle to fit yourself in it. It was fine when you try it on last night but that's with the help of your brother.

You can't possibly gain extra weight in a span of one night. You huff and try again for the last time, you successfully zipped up the dress by holding your breath for a few seconds.

One last look in the mirror, checking your make-up and hair then you're ready to go.

You pull open the door to find Felix already waiting in the living room, playing with Percy on the sofa. His head turns in your direction, noticing that you finally come out of the room.

His face instantly lights up when his eyes land on you.

"I'm ready!" You tell him.

He gets up from the sofa and takes a moment to admire you, his eyes traveling up and down your body.

Felix holds his hand out at you, "shall we?"

You place your hand on his and let him sweep you off your feet.

As long as he's with you he doesn't care about anything else.

Felix knows you'd prefer having a romantic dinner in the house than anywhere else. Comfort has to come first to ensure that the two of you have a great time tonight.

You highly approved the dinner that he cooked and the wine he bought for tonight, now he hopes you like the song he chooses for the dance.

"You're getting good at it," he says with an impressed smile then gives you a twirl.

"That's because you're a good teacher," you say back and let him pull you close until your back meets his chest.

He puts his arms wrapped around you and sways both of your bodies to the slow beat of the song and you rest your head on his shoulder, giving him access to easily kiss you on the lips.

He'll always treasure this moment with you and keep it close to his heart.

The only one who gets impatient as he unpacks a box of chocolate bonbon is Percy and he probably thinks it has his treats inside of it. He can see from the way he keeps spinning on the sofa.

"I'm sorry to tell you Percy but it's not for you," you say to him and scoop him onto your lap.

It would be petty of him to be jealous of how you treat your pet cat but he feels left out when Percy keeps putting his paw on your chin and starts nibbling on your lips. You put him away a few times but he keeps on licking your lips.

You warn him over and over again but he keeps on doing that.

"I'll get him his treats," you say, excusing yourself to the kitchen.

Percy starts to spin around on the floor at the sound of the treats hitting his feeding bowl while softly meowing at you.

You squat next to him and scratch his back, "you had your dinner so you can't have too much."

Now it feels like he's the one third-wheeling you, "babe, come here!" He says and failed to not sound like he's jealous.

You walk up to him and sit next to him on the sofa, he's got one piece of chocolate in his hand for you.

You take the whole piece at once, chewing on it with your cheeks looking puffy.

"Good?"

You nod and take a different piece of chocolate from the box, it's your turn to feed it to him.

He holds your wrist as he takes it into his mouth then sneakily licks your fingers while slyly smiling at you.

"Happy Valentine's day, my love!" He softly kisses the back of your hand.

"Happy Valentine's day," you say back and lean in to kiss him.

Felix doesn't want to waste this opportunity, he deepens the kiss and tastes chocolate in you. If only you know, between the two, you taste much sweeter.

"We met a year ago," you say in disbelief.

"Yeah and I was sad that I didn't get your number," Felix admits.

You gently hit his chest and he groans in pain, "Ouch!"

"I was standing there the whole time and you didn't say anything!" You tell him with your eyes almost out of their sockets.

He quickly takes your hand and pulls you close, "I know but I was so nervous, you're so beautiful, babe," he explains his reasons while pressing his face to the side of your head.

He turns your head to make you face him, "I was so captivated."

You scoff then pout at him, "you're lucky because I got called for a job that day when we met again."

"You're lucky that I decided to go home early that day," he says back at you.

You grab the collar of his shirt and say, "Or else..."

"Or else..." he repeats your words and leans in, his lips only an inch away from yours.

"We wouldn't be here now," you say.

"And?"

"We wouldn't have this conversation."

His eyes are focusing on your lips, "Uh-huh."

"And you wouldn't be able to kiss these lips," you say with a seductive smile.

He tips his head to the side, impressed that you can easily read his mind. He can hardly wait anymore, he kisses you with all of his heart, pouring all of his love for you.

His hands start to wander by themselves like they have minds of their own and start touching you, tracing every curve of your body, feeling you all over with the dress separating his palm from touching your silky smooth skin.

"Do you like my dress?" You ask against his lips.

"No," he replies.

"I hate it, loathe it, despise it."

You shot him a deadly glare in return for his spiteful words.

"I want to take it off of you," he whispers with his breath tickling your ear.

Or else... he wouldn't be here openly saying he wanted to undress you.

One year doesn't change the way he sees your body, he'll never get enough of it no matter how many times he has seen it.

It's a body that recognizes his touches and he knows where to touch you right, a body that's so sensitive to the faintest of his fingertips on you.

You whine as you slowly ease yourself on him and he brushes all of your hair to the side to plant kisses on your neck.

"Still too big for you, mmh?" He teases.

You scoff as you look at him, "oh please, don't get cocky!"

Both of you let out a collective gasp as you managed to all of him. He holds you still as he presses a haste kiss on your lips, hungry for more of your taste in his mouth.

It's not just sex with you, it's making a sweet, sweet love.

The way you move against him and enjoy pleasing him, that's just so sexy to him.

He cups your face and takes a closer look at your face, a face that he missed seeing even in his sleep.

"You're so beautiful, love," he murmurs with loving eyes.

He can tell that you like when he praises you like this from the way you clench around him.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he murmurs another praise at you.

That seems to arouse you more that you quicken the pace and it does him no good, you're driving him to the edge.

Your moans grow louder, your grip becomes tighter and your nails dug deeper into his skin.

"Want to cum," you whine with your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"Yes, baby?" Felix's brain is clouded with pleasure to properly function.

You sloppily kiss him on the mouth, "want to cum together with you," you breathlessly say against his lips.

"But baby, if you keep clenching around me I'll not last long," he tells you with a sly grin plastered on his face.

He grabs your waist and takes control of your body, forcing you to slow the pace down. Eventually, you follow the pace he sets and change your movement by rolling your hips in circular motions.

"You're getting too good at this," he complains but with zero annoyance in his voice.

You giggle and pull him for a kiss, "why? Do you mind?"

"Not at all!"

He takes a handful of your hair as he kisses you deep and hard with tongues and teeth clashing inside your mouth. The kisses steal all of the air in your lungs that you have to pull away first.

Felix keeps your head resting against his and syncing his breathing with you, two bodies move in unison.

This very moment is tender and intimate, he believes he will never experience this with anyone else but you.

The fact that he met you again that day tells him that this is indeed fate, he's destined to be with you.

"I love you," he softly mutters with an endearing caress on your cheek.

You smile as your gaze softens, "I love you too," you say back without a beat.

Or else... he wouldn't be this happy to hear you say it back to him.

Percy sits on your stomach and has been meowing right at your face for you don't know how long.

"Be quiet!" You slur with your eyes still closed.

He starts to nuzzle his head at you and nibble on your nose, you cover your face with your hand to stop him.

"Percy, be quiet!" You tell him again.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only seven in the morning and you can get at least half an hour more of sleep.

"You're hungry, huh?" You ask as you sleepily pat his furry head.

He meows in response.

"Give me a minute, okay?" You tell him. You need a few minutes to gather your thoughts and rub the sleep off your eyes.

Felix eventually got bothered by Percy's continuous mewl, he turns on the bed and put his hand across your chest.

"Stay," he mumbles.

Percy puts his tiny paw on Felix's hand and pushes it off of you, he let out a loud meow at him.

Felix's eyes snap open and he glances at you, "is he telling me not to hold you?"

You laugh in confusion because you only discovered now that Percy can be so possessive over you.

"I think so, yeah," you answer.

Felix pats Percy on the head, "I thought we agree to share, buddy," he says to him.

Percy aggressively mewls at him with fangs out and everything.

"Percy!" You scold him and cuddle his face to stop him from making screeching noises.

"He's hungry," you say and turn your head at Felix.

"I'm afraid I can't stay," you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Felix kisses your bare shoulder and nuzzles his head into your neck, "stay," he mutters close to your ear.

You put your hand in his hair, his soft locks slipping through your fingers and you're more than tempted to spend the morning cuddling with him.

"I want to but Percy—" your words got cut off as Felix places a kiss on your neck with his teeth faintly biting the skin.

"That's not fair," you whine but not doing anything to stop him.

"Mmh? What is it, baby?" Felix pretends not to hear you and continues making a trail of kisses down the column of your throat.

Percy's mewl interrupts both of you and Felix sighs in defeat, he knows he's not going to stop mewling until you feed him.

You give him a long, lingering kiss to console him, "I'm sorry, baby."

Felix smiles in return and rests his head back onto his pillow, "Do you mind if I get more sleep?"

"Not at all!"

He demands one more kiss from you before you leave and close the bedroom door.

After filling Percy's bowl, you don't feel like cooking breakfast this morning. You decide to make a quick run to the bakery across the street to get a few pastries and a latte for Felix.

On the way back, you pick up a few mails from your letterbox and clutch everything in your arms.

Percy greets you with his happy mewls and trails behind you as you place everything you carry onto the dining table.

You check your mail to see if there's a work-related one, instead, you found one. You flip the letter to see who the sender is and you gasp in surprise to see that it's from Felix.

You bring the letter with you as you jog to your bedroom with Percy still trailing behind you.

You jump onto the bed and sit next to his sleeping figure.

He gets startled that his eyes instantly open, "what is it, babe?"

You catch your breath before speaking, "did you send me a letter?"

He seems to get it right away which only means he knows what you're talking about, "the letter should have arrived yesterday," he grumbles and props his elbow against the mattress.

The duvet slides down his body and exposes his bare upper body, his sculpted abs look more defined under the morning sun.

"Can I read it?" You ask even though you don't need his permission.

He places his hand on your thigh and looks up at him, "go ahead."

You carefully open the envelope without trying to rip it and slowly take out the letter inside, you unfold it while looking at him in excitement.

One look and you know it's all handwritten, it's his handwriting. You lick your lips and clear your throat before reading the letter out loud.

"There's nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love."

Even the opening line makes your heart flips a couple of times already.

"All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence because you'd soon love me less and less and I'd do anything – anything – to keep your heart for my own."

You hold the hand resting on your thigh and continue reading.

"I don't want to live— I want to love first, and live incidentally... Don't ever think of the things you can't give me. You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all–and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had."

You put the letter close to your chest and close your eyes, taking a moment to let the words sink into you.

"I have bad penmanship, I know," he says to you with a playful smirk.

When you're ready to face him, you intertwined your hand with him and sigh, a sigh that tells him how grateful you are for him.

Emotions bubble up and burst out of you, you feel the urge to tell him the truest words you can say to him.

"I love you so much," you tell him, and your heart aches and your eyes start to water.

"I love you too, baby," he says and goes to hold you tightly.

All of your past mistakes and wrong decisions suddenly don't matter to you anymore because this path has led you to him.

This is fate, this is destiny and this is right because he is right.

"It's my first love letter," you croak as you are on the verge of crying.

"And I'll keep writing you a love letter to the last you'll ever receive," he says back and kisses you on the forehead.

And who cares about the one who gets the first rose when you get to be the last one from him?

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anonymousewrites · 2 months

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One Hell of a Love Valentine's Day Special 2024

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

“Mr. Sebastian, we finished decorating the manor!” said Finny excitedly, running up to Sebastian and (Y/N) as they came out of Ciel’s office after tea.

Sebastian and (Y/N) exchanged looks. They hadn’t ordered Finny, Mey-Rin, or Baldroy to decorate the manor. It was Valentine’s Day, but that was not in the plans.

“Finnian, I don’t think Sebastian or I recall requesting that,” said (Y/N).

“Or the young lord,” said Sebastian.

“Well, no, but we thought it would be fun!” said Finny.

He led them happily down the hall, and Sebastian and (Y/N) had no choice but the follow to see what the three troublemakers of the manor had gotten up to this time. Finny led them to the doors of the foyer and grinned back at them.

“And we think Lady Elizabeth will like it when she comes over!” said Finny.

Ah, so this is going to be quite dramatic, thought (Y/N). How lovely. Sarcasm.

Finny threw open the doors. “Tada!”

(Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes widened, and it took quite a lot to get a reaction from demons. That being said, no one could help but be shocked by what lay in front of them. Pink ribbons hung from the chandeliers and wound around the bannisters of the stairs. Large red heart ballons floated everywhere and were tied to the stairs, tables, and flower vases. Rose petals littered the ground, and large stuffed animals lined the walls. It was heaven for Elizabeth, yes, but it was…alarming to most other people.

“What do ya think?!” said Mey-Rin excitedly.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched as they looked at her. Her black and white uniform had become pink and white to fit the theme. Finny was putting his hat on, and the back had a heart stitched on. Even Baldroy was grinning while in an apron that said “kiss the cook.”

Hell, this is more than I wanted to deal with today, thought (Y/N).

“It’s good, yeah?” said Baldroy proudly. All three grinned happily at Sebastian and (Y/N).

“The Lady Elizabeth and Young Master are not spending their holiday here,” said Sebastian. “They will not be able to…experience these decorations.”

And what an experience indeed, thought (Y/N).

The three servants deflated instantly.

“But we put so much work into this…” bemoaned Mey-Rin.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched, and they interceded before the terrible mood of the trio ruined the plan for the day. “As the young master and Lady Elizabeth are going out today, you all will have the afternoon off.”

The three perked up.

“A day off?” said Baldroy excitedly.

“Provided your chores are completed in a timely manner.” Sebastian gave a closed-eye smile. “And to my standards.”

“Yes, sir!” said Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin, saluting and running off.

Sebastian tsked and looked around at the foyer. “We must make this presentable before Lady Elizabeth arrives.”

“Well, it’s not as if this isn’t her taste,” remarked (Y/N), but they didn’t waste any time jumping up into the air and pulling several ribbons down.

Sebastian smirked. “The cat goes for the ribbons first.”

(Y/N)’s nose twitched at the tease, but they couldn’t help but smile fondly.

After the foyer was saved from tackiness, Lady Elizabeth arrived. After many effusions of felicity for her and Ciel’s date, she and he were brought out to her carriage.

“Are you certain you do not wish for us to accompany you, my lord?” asked Sebastian after Lady Elizabeth got into the carriage.

“This is a date, Sebastian,” said Ciel. “And if I call you, you’ll come.”

“Of course. It is my duty as one hell of a butler,” said Sebastian, bowing.

“Yes, I know, but I don’t need you near me during a date when all you are going to do is make eyes at (Y/N),” said Ciel.

(Y/N) smothered a chuckle as Sebastian blinked, clearly not expecting that comment.

“My Lord, that would be unprofessional,” said Sebastian.

“As if it’s not obvious,” said Ciel, rolling his eyes. “Go and have a proper date. Set a good example as good butler would.” He stepped into the carriage and closed the door, having teased Sebastian to satisfaction.

The carriage pulled away, and Sebastian and (Y/N) watched.

“It seems you’re quite obvious, Corvus,” said (Y/N), smirking.

“The young lord is merely observant,” said Sebastian.

“Mhm,” hummed (Y/N). They put their hands on their hips and glanced back at the manor. “So, what shall we do now? Those three will be a handful with a day to do as they please.”

Sebastian smirked, reached out, and pulled (Y/N) closer. “Well, the Young Master did order me to have a proper date. I cannot disobey an order.”

“That wasn’t an order,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes but smirking as Sebastian leaned in and kissed their cheek.

“Perhaps not, but it is what I desire.” Sebastian looked at them with a smirk. “Among other things.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia. “I wouldn’t be opposed later. If you give me a nice enough date.”

“I’m sure I can find what tempts you,” said Sebastian. “In fact, I know the perfect place from previous contracts. A lovely den of iniquity in London.”

“Oh?” (Y/N) raised a brow. “Tell me more.”

“The clientele care not for the rules of society and have relations with who they please and dress how they please,” said Sebastian.

“Hardly a den of iniquity,” said (Y/N). Gender identity and romantic/sexual orientation were fluid and not really cared about within demon culture. They all acted as they pleased.

“The humans always fear what they do not understand. They are fools who do not understand these things are natural,” said Sebastian. “But these people enjoy themselves.”

“Outcasted humans getting to act as they please without censure. You’re using my own past to tempt me,” said (Y/N).

“Is it working?” said Sebastian with a smirk.

“I believe so,” said (Y/N).

“Excellent,” said Sebastian, leaning in to kiss them.

(Y/N) and Sebastian walked into the Painted Glass restaurant, hidden in the back alleys of London so that the clientele wouldn’t be at risk from any unaccepting people. The pair of demons entered and found themselves in the perfect restaurant for them. They had no cause to eat or drink, but the celebration aspect, the pride in their identity—well, (Y/N) and Sebastian enjoyed that.

Indeed, as the music played gaily, couples of all sorts—men and men, women and women, people in between and men or women, and people in more than pairs—danced and ate and drank, able to just exist.

(Y/N) was tempted to smile. They looked down on humans and their strange ways and habits, but after living a life where they could not exist freely as themself, they were pleased to see some humans had carved out a place for themselves.

“Shall we dance?” said Sebastian.

He didn’t say anything about (Y/N)’s expression. He respected their past and privacy to not tease about their human life. He knew they were no longer human and understood that, but he had brought them here so they could feel at home—not among humans but among people outside of society’s expectations. After all, Sebastian loved every part of them, and he wanted them to know that.

“We shall,” said (Y/N), taking his hand and walking onto the dance floor.

Sebastian drew them close, and they began to move to the music. “You look transcendent tonight.”

(Y/N) smirked. “Well, seeing as I always wear my uniform, I thought I’d have some fun.”

Indeed, their outfit was quite something. They had an off-shoulder black dress on that flowed down their legs. Beneath the loose, hanging sleeves was black lace, entwining over their skin and leading down to their gloves. The slit up their leg allowed them to twirl easier (and to let the tango tease Sebastian. (Y/N) loved to tempt him).

“And you dressed up, too,” said (Y/N). “You’re too sinful for words.”

“I couldn’t let you down; I’m one hell of a lover,” said Sebastian, damn-near purring. He had an entirely black suit on with silver stitching that shone in the light.

“You are,” said (Y/N) as he spun them and dipped them. They threw their head back, teasing Sebastian with a view of their neck (which he would definitely be kissing down later).

Leaning back up, the two were face-to-face as they continued to move to the music.

“I’m not one for human holidays, and I fail to understand Valentine’s Day—after all, one should value their love every day—but I am glad to have this moment with you,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) smiled genuinely, and Sebastian was incredibly proud of himself for creating such a lovely expression on their face. “I am glad to be with you, too. There is no being I’d rather spend my time with.” (Y/N) leaned in and touched their forehead to his. “Even when your contract ends, I never wish to be parted.”

Sebastian smiled. “It would be quite an unusual arrangement for demons.”

“What are we if not unusual demons?” teased (Y/N).

“A fair point,” said Sebastian. He kissed (Y/N) as the music swelled and pulled them closer by the waist. “You are quite persuasive, my darling. I believe you’ve convinced me: we should always be together.”

(Y/N) smiled and kissed Sebastian again after he spoke. “I wouldn’t accept another answer. I have you, and I don’t intend to let you go.”

“And I thought I was the possessive one,” remarked Sebastian with a smirk.

“Cats are territorial,” said (Y/N). “And when I love something, I don’t stop.” They leaned in. “And I love you, Corvus.”

“As do I,” said Sebastian. “I love you, Felis.”

He leaned in and kissed them. They kissed back with equal passion. Among all the humans of different appearances and identities, the two demons were perfectly at home. They were surrounded by the heart of human love: those that loved despite everything going against. Just as the demons were strange for loving each other, so were these humans.

And all of them found strength in their love. Strength to continue. Strength to be with each other. Strength to love.

Yes, Felis and Corvus loved each other, deeply and eternally.

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ladyveronikawrites · 7 months

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Noah/ofc 85 and 144 please?

Sorry for the long wait, dear anon. I hope you enjoy 💜

SMUT PROMPT REQUEST

PART THREE OF ARGUE

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PAIRING: Noah X OFC (Isabel)

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85. “I thought you said it was a one time thing?” 144. “I want you to keep going, forever"

S: It's the final day before the band heads back to tour and Noah wants to give Isabel something special.

CW: D/s dynamic, body inspection, collaring ceremony, unprotected p in v sex, choking (breath play), mild degradation

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Isabel stares just past Noah at the blossoming flowers behind him. In no time at all the scorching heat of summer will return. She inhales the sweet scent as she turns to the waitress, in the familiar uniform she had worn only months ago, and gives her a friendly smile as Noah orders for both of them. She gets overwhelmed by all of the choices when looking at a menu. Another rule she added to their relationship. Noah knew her favorite foods, how she liked her food prepared, and her unusual allergy to strawberries.

As the waitress leaves, Noah grabs Isabel’s freshly manicured hands in his manicured hands. One night, Noah accidentally let slip that he loved having his nails painted and ever since then Isabel made it a point that together they got their nails done. Every little bit of time they could spend together.

“Remember this was where we first met?” Noah asks, gently squeezing her hands.

“How could I forget?” Isabel laughs. “Nick spilled his milkshake all over me while I was taking your order.” Noah throws his head back and laughs with her. “What a dumbass,” Noah shakes his head. “Jolly chewed him out for being clumsy.”

Isabel laughs harder, tears pricking her eyes. “Of course he did, what a dad.”

“I’m going to tell Jolly you called him a dad,” Noah playfully jests. Noah’s eyes flicker something primal and Isabel immediately quiets down. She cocks her eyebrow wanting to toe the invisible line of… jealousy?

“I could call him daddy?” Isabel quips, her lips turning into a satisfied smirk. Noah’s nostrils flare for a heartbeat. To Isabel’s astonishment, Noah swallows the witty remark. He lets her hands go to rummage in his pocket.

Noah clears his throat.

“Remember all those months ago when you said ‘I thought you said it was a one-time thing and then it turned into this?”

Noah grabs Isabel’s hand and places something in it.

“I want us to be something more.” Isabel opens up her hand to find a rose gold necklace with a small “o” pendant on. She gasps out loud and stares at the chain. Her day collar. The one she has been eyeing for weeks now.

“How did you-”

“Babe, you aren’t very sneaky,” Noah chuckles.

“Thank you!” Isabel beams handing the necklace back to Noah.

He brings the pendant to his lips and kisses it softly before rising from his chair. Standing behind Isabel, he moves her long brunette hair to fall over one shoulder. He locks the discreet lock and presses his lips softly to her neck.

“You look amazing,” Noah purrs as he sits back down. Isabel beams at his compliment.

“Thank you,” she grins, her cheeks flushing as their food comes to the table.

Noah and Isabel eat and chat, ending their date with a celebratory glass of champagne.

Isabel fidgets with the collar on the car ride home.

“I can’t wait for you to see how good you look in it. And only it.” Noah moans into the last word.

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“Bedroom now,” Noah orders as he shuts the front door to their apartment.

He can hardly wait to ravish every inch of his girl. He watches as Isabel practically skips to their bedroom, she too, feeling the same way he is; buzzing with anticipation and too much champagne.

When Noah opens the door, he has to lean against the threshold. Swallowing down a groan, he bites his lips as his gaze sweeps over Isabel. Standing completely naked by the end of the bed, her head bowed low, and her hands clasped behind her back. The LEDs glow purple illuminating her perfectly still body, shining bright before him.

Her legs are spread and her shoulders rise and fall with each steady breath. Isabel is in her element. The hairs on the back of her neck stand straight as she feels Noah’s presence. Her insides tie up in knots as she awaits his inspection.

“There’s my pretty girl.” Noah’s voice is low when it hits her, crawling up every one of her vertebrae. Isabel tenses her shoulders to stop the shivering in the column of her spine. He takes a few steps closer until he is inches away from her back. Isabel sucks in a breath as calloused fingers gather her hair to one side and then work quickly to unlock her collar. She bites back the question rising in her bones, but she knows better than to speak out of turn.

“Eyes up.”

The unusual directive makes Isabel’s stomach flip and her mind begins to wonder but she quickly complies despite her storming thoughts because if she waits any longer Noah will repeat himself and she was having such a good day, she didn’t want to get a punishment.

When Isabel’s eyes meet his, Noah’s heart skips a beat. He knows she’s in a vulnerable position and is giving her a little grace to comply with unexpected directions. He sees a spark of curiosity in her eyes as she scans his outstretched hands for her collar.

“May I have your hands?” Isabel blinks a few times before unbinding them from her back and placing them in his hands.

“This collar represents who you belong to,” Noah starts, his voice a little shaky with nerves and excitement. Isabel has always wanted a collar and he wants to make this special for her. “I promise as your dominant to protect you and guide you with our agreed upon rewards and discipline to help you become the woman you want to be. Every day is a new day for you to offer your submission to me. I will accept it with love and compassion now and forever.”

Noah can’t help but grin when Isabel’s mouth parts slightly as she takes in a breath. Her eyes shimmer in the purple light as tears mist them.

“Now repeat after me, okay?”

“Okay,” Isabel grins.

“I submit my mind, body and soul to your will. I freely give my life to you and know that you will love and protect me, teach and discipline me as we agreed. I will serve you and please you to the best of my abilities in this journey together. My desire in life is to belong to you. This I promise as your submissive now and forever.”

Isabel repeats every word with an unwavering confidence Noah has never seen before and it sets his core on fire. With the biggest grin on his face he walks over and fastens the collar back around Isabel’s neck. Before walking back to her, he whispers an ‘I love you’ and kisses the base of her neck where the collar rests.

“How are you feeling?” Noah takes her hands in his again.

“Over the moon!” Isabel squeezes his hands as her big grin crinkles the corners of her eyes. “Can I see it?”

“Yes…” Noah lets go of Isabel’s hands and grasps her face, pulling her to him as he captures her lips with his. She yelps in surprise but it melts into a soft moan when she kisses him back. Noah licks at her bottom lip and she dutifully opens her mouth to him. He slips his tongue into her mouth and devours her. He wants to taste every inch of her. When Noah finally pulls away, he is breathless and so is Isabel.

“I want you to ride me,” Noah pants as he hurriedly undresses. Isabel’s mouth pops open and her eyebrows furrow. She’s never been on top before, even in past relationships. “I got you, okay?” Noah winks at her as she continues to process his request. He settles onto the large bed and leans against the headboard.

“Crawl to me,” Noah beckons as he strokes his hardening cock. He sucks in his lower lip as Isabel gets on her hands and knees. Her tits bounce with every sway of her hips. “That’s it, God you are gorgeous.” Isabel sits back on her heels waiting for the next direction. “Turn around and straddle me.”

Isabel’s cheeks heat as arousal pools in her core. She can’t believe Noah is actually letting her on top. She shifts to sit between Noah’s legs facing away from him and then bends her knees to plant her feet on the bed. She yelps when Noah grips her hips and lifts up. She spreads her legs wider as he slowly lowers her pussy down onto his erect cock.

“Fuck,” Noah groans while Isabel lowers herself more. Isabel bites her lip as he splits her open. She mewls as he bottoms out in her. “How do you feel?” Noah asks before kissing her shoulder.

“So full, but good.” Her head rolls back against his chest.

“Open your eyes pretty girl and look at yourself,” he whispers into her ear.

Isabel’s eyes bug wide and her mouth pops open. Noah’s large body envelopes her small frame. A blush spreads over her neck and cheeks as she stares at herself bare and exposed. Overcome with shyness, she quickly looks away and covers herself with her arms.

“It’s ok, Isabel. Do you want to stop?” Noah asks as he brushes a strand of hair away from her face. She takes in a shaky breath. Isabel has never felt so vulnerable before, yet it excites and terrifies her at the same time.

“No, I just feel overwhelmed. It’s all so new. No one has ever cared for me like you do,” Isabel slowly uncovers herself and rests her hands on her thighs for support. Noah wraps his arms around her to comfort her.

“We will take it slow, ok?” Isabel nods, breathing in his scent and relishing in Noah’s soothing body heat.

“Look how good your collar looks around your neck,” Noah coos as he snakes his hand up between her breasts to play with her collar. Isabel’s cheeks flame to his touch around her neck, and instantly her pussy throbs. Noah chuckles against her ear as he feels her arousal drenching his cock. His dick twitches against her walls and she squirms.

“You like my hand around your neck, dirty girl.”

“It’s your tattoos, and um… your nail polish,” Isabel confesses. She looks away from the mirror, away from Noah as the revelation weighs heavy in the room.

“Isabel, look at me.” Noah’s hand slides up her throat, a silent threat if she doesn’t comply. Isabel’s heartbeat pounds in her ears. His hand is warm against her throat. She is not quite sure if it’s a welcome sensation. It’s not a hard limit for her and Noah knows it. They’ve never explored breath play before but with the way it makes her feel now, a frenzy of butterflies in the stomach, she wants him to continue. Her eyes meet Noah’s in the mirror.

“Good girl, now tell me what you want.” Noah’s eye never leaves hers.

“Choke me.” Isabel’s pussy throbs against his touch. Noah grips her throat lightly and presses against the side not to cut off the airflow and slow the blood flow. Isabel keeps her eyes steady on him while she rocks back into Noah as he slowly thrusts into her.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Noah grunts through clenched teeth, applying more pressure for a heartbeat longer before letting go completely. Isabel gasps for air but it drives her to bounce up and down Noah’s cock to chase the pleasure. Noah digs his nails into her hips slamming her body down his aching cock. He loves the way her tits bounce in rhythm with her body. It’s mesmerizing. He could watch her do this all day.

“I need more,” Isabel requests. Her pussy walls claim his cock again this time she grinds circles around his cock. Noah’s head thunks back against the headboard, his mind starting to haze from the pleasure. He swallows down the pressure building in his core to give his girl what she wants. Isabel’s moan becomes muffled when Noah’s two fingers find the wet heat of her mouth. She closes her eyes and swirls her tongue around his fingers as if it were his cock, getting lost in the fantasy of it all.

“Just imagine it’s my cock in your pretty little mouth.” A shiver crawls down Noah’s spine when Isabel sucks him further into her mouth.

“Eyes open, Isabel.” Isabel’s pupils blow wide when she watches Noah’s fingers slide in and out her mouth. “That’s my filthy slut, so needy.” Isabel whimpers as Noah pops his fingers from her mouth and immediately splits her folds apart. She jumps slightly, rocking against him when his slick fingers make contact with her sensitive clit. Noah circles her clit as Isabel quickens her pace up and down his cock.

“I want you to keep going, forever,” Noah’s tone is deep and it sends a spark down Isabel’s spine and straight to her overstimulated clit.

“Fuck,” she bites out. Noah matches each of her thrusts with his own. “Noah,” her voice breaks as the wave of her orgasm crashes through her. Her head rolls back and eyes flutter close. Noah keeps his firm grip on her as he fucks her through her orgasm. “Hold on, Isabel.” Noah’s thrusts become sporadic as his orgasm explodes through his body. “That was amazing,” Noah pants between breaths. He gently moves Isabel’s jelly legs back between his legs so she can rest on his lap. “How are you doing?”

“Great,” Isabel hums, her eyes remaining closed. “I’m going to miss you.” When she opens her eyes again she looks at Noah in the mirror. Both of them are sticky with sweat yet glowing under the LED lights.

“I’m going to miss you too,” Noah kisses her cheek, and they remain entangled in each other’s arms for a breath and a heartbeat longer.

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tomyo · 1 month

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A long examination of Amy and her character treatment.

This was initially a YouTube comment lol.

I truly loved the Sonic x dub cast but it really always came down to an issue of script and possibly the voice director. It always stung to me how much vitriol Amy used to get and while I like how she is better treated (being more recognized as one of the core 4), I do miss the sassiness she was given in the 00s. Sonic is meant to be kinda edgy and often in the anime he’s portrayed with immature traits because he’s a teenager, Amy often was the counterpart to that, a modern posh girl who was stubborn about what she wanted but not solely defined by that. I don’t think it was revolutionary but I do think compared to the Japanese ideal woman, Amy would be more akin with trickled down gyaru culture (Mat[ure] gal, something in line with the image of posh spice). It’s unfortunate that headstrong translated probably somewhat to boy crazy and desperate to an English audience and where Sonic’s immaturity was toned down removing that feeling they were on the same level. Often my biggest issue with her modern voice is she comes off as a knock off mini mouse (more so in the earlier games with her current English VA).

Maybe ironic is it sounds more alike to her Japanese portrayal which also ironically I’m very conflicted about since it somewhat aligns her more with cream age wise. But what I do like about it is the difference in character portrayal. If I were to guess Sega’s stance on Sonic and Amy it would be two people loosely dating, similar in the way Mickey and Minnie are a couple but that validity fluidly changes depending on the situational need. Keep in mind that Amy’s first portrayal is as a version of Sonic’s girlfriend. Given that there was apparently a valentine’s plush bouquet of the two I think to some degree they’re meant to be as such. When it comes to the Adventure era to just before generations, the context of this relationship is greatly changed between languages. American Sonic often gave off the feeling of a laid back but heroic guy who puts up with a girl because he is too kind and she’s too pushy. And I think even just the voice direction plays into that perception because of how they sound a different maturity than the Japanese portrayal. In Japanese, Sonic is often more playful and less uncomfortable than he sounds in English. A great example is adventure 1’s park segment when Amy gets excited for free couple entry, in English Sonic is clearly annoyed and calling her a pain while in Japanese he’s caught off guard but going along with it. I’ve only just been digging into the Sonic X sub but the comparisons I see give off more the feeling that Amy is casually dating Sonic and regularly fighting with him to take her on dates (gonna point to Goku and chichi in this case). He cares about her enough to go to her place first at the end of the first season but reflexively avoids responsibility, she’s the scary girlfriend always mad at him. Specifically pointing back to episode 52’s ending, they use a song associated with specially the relationship between Amy and Sonic that also is explicitly romantic (and in terms of the song presumably reciprocated) when she asks him to tell her He loves her and the lip flaps of his unheard response *could* match up to “Aishiteruze Amy” (my conjugation isn’t that good and google isn’t helpful but to me vague knowledge a more casual masculine way to say I love you) and a white rose which symbolizes “chaste love”.

Ultimately I read their relationship being Amy trying to find compromise with Sonic’s free spirit. They’re by no means official and probably never will be because it’s not in Sonic’s priority (in his game portrayal). The most I think that would ever become of him being with someone would be almost completely out of the picture and light hearted at best.( But that is also due to him eternally being 15/16 as for now. ) Amy trying to get him to spend time with her and show some reciprocation is I think all Sonic X Amy is looking for. But going back to my thoughts on why Amy got so much backlash for the longest time is I don’t not think the first wave of Sonic fans in America understood that. The image of who Sonic is was completely treated different and even before Amy (who you could technically call the second character created in game universe) could appear stateside, the U.S. already created the answer that “Yes, Sonic is interested in romance and here is the type of girl he likes.” My feelings toward Sally always lie in, I did not hate Sally but I hated the way fans pointed to Sally as the reason to hate Amy. It doesn’t help that when Amy was introduced, she was defined by being young, bratty and blind to Sonic not loving her back. She was the little sister trying to steal your boyfriend and the age gap they share was even more so focused on. Even with just the English dub of Sonic media, it was leaning into the concept that boys should feel disgusted at the ideas of romance that isn’t as prominent in Japanese media. It paints the picture to the average 90s Sonic fan that “Amy will never be his type because he’s more interested in a cool mature girl like Sally.” Of course the same comic that particularly created that shipping divide collapsed leaving Amy once again to be the sole main girl that now had a fandom known for hating her. Already doing a whole reset with Colors on scaling back the grand stories and cast, by the next time we really saw her in generations she was just…….dainty. I remember being very effected by her Disney princess hand posing in Lost World. To be honest she hasn’t been that deeply tied into any mainline stories too much, at least not in her modern styling but to also be fair, I’m trying to enjoy Forces despite being late to the game (There was a decade gap of buying a major console) and while I have seen pretty much the full extent of her rep in Frontiers, I’m holding off on dream team currently(also want to play the murder of Sonic on my own time). From the way I look at it, this has lead mainly western media to define her character and often working off said issues that previously arose with her portrayal. As much as I love Sonic Boom, I see Amy’s straight forward pursuit to awkward denial of even feeling that way as nothing less than an absolute failure of her character. That mixed with making her the “The girl annoyed with the boys because she’s just so much more smarter and sophisticated than them” just switching her to a different girly stereotype that ultimately pacified her, then further extending into prime emphasizing how nature loving she is in a way that again really just feels like a Disney princess cliche. Ultimately she’s become “The nurturing homebody who is a little annoyed at the brutish guys she’s around and doesn’t want to address having feelings for her guy friend because that would just bother him.” Maybe it's just aging to that point but its come to a girl minimizing herself is more frustrating that a girl obsessed with a guy. I get why they chose to pivot her in that way but it often also feels directionless.

Actually looking back at all the media that sparked this, even Sonic X doesn't feel that bad as she was made out to be. Granted I'm only a 7th of the way in but she's not often making a huge deal about sonic as much as sonic is the heavy hitter especially with knuckles gone and he's not taking his duties seriously. But it's also interesting to try and see what's going on in the Japanese dubs of the games now that I also have a decent hold on the Japanese language. Sonic adventure 2 gives the impression of her being a part of the crew just constantly not caught up in what's going on. Naturally she'd be invested getting her beloved out of prison but he is so tied up in what's going on that he (and tails) don't stop to fill her in before she's also a wanted criminal. Notably as well, when the island is set to explode, where sonic says "I got to warn the others!" Others is addressed as "Amy-tachi". The word the Japanese use for we is "Watashitachi" which is the word for I with Tachi denoting people with them (watashi can also be replaced with of pronouns if you don't use watashi). It took my by surprise that between tails and Amy, sonic refers to any instead. Something about Japanese sonic makes Amy feel more a part of the group and part of me cries the many ways English sonic fans did not get it.

Edit: I have now played The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog and the writing team GETS Amy. I'm starting to wonder if Amy's Disney princessness is due to most of the media being kids shows right now and this was a steam game (mainly aimed at an older crowd). What's best is if plays well into the whole "Sonic is a bad boyfriend" concept I was talking about, he forgets her cake and is panicked. But Amy is also much more aligned with her old portrayal, she's excited and a little hot headed. Clearly she's had to organize a lot but also lavishes in it being her birthday. She doesn't over obsess on Sonic but she's definitely happy that he supposedly brought her cake and she gets to avenge his "murder". At the same time she's happy to be with all of her friends who clearly care enough to go along with this, even people you wouldn't expect like rouge and shadow. I know Blaze travelling dimensions is a joke but yeah it is crazy she did that for Amy who I think she only really knows though the Olympic games(I've only just started Rush). A murder mystery feels also such a good take for her, it's something extravagant but also a little occultish. Aligns really well with someone into tarot.

#tomyo says shit #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonamy #sonic x

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goldenroutledge · 1 year

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serenity

pairing: pope heyward x reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: your first anniversary with pope.

warning(s): none! just fluff <3

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365 days. One full year of being able to call Pope truly yours. The days seemed to go by in a flash, each memory together replaying in your head with a rose colored tint. It had been so easy, you thought. Sure, there were a handful of silly arguments and temporary goodbyes that made your heart clench at the thought. But choosing to entrust him with the key to your heart, and never letting go of the key to his, that part was easy.

“Y/n.” Pope cooed in a soft voice, nudging your half-sleeping body. “Wake up.”

You took a deep breath in, not wanting to stop drowsily reminiscing about the man beside you. “Happy anniversary, my love.” He mumbled with a soft kiss to your forehead.

Purely to mess with him for interrupting your dreamy state, you stared at him blankly, feigning forgetfulness of the important date. Pope’s smile faltered at your expression.

“You didn’t forget, did you?”

Your laugh echoed through the acoustics of the room, putting him at ease. “Of course not! I was just messing with you.” He smiled at the feel of your arms around his torso and your lips peppering his jaw. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”

“I have something for you.” You mumbled into his neck, before reaching for your nightstand drawer to retrieve it.

“I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, my love. Just being with you today is more than enough.”

“Sorry, honey. I just couldn’t help myself, you know how impulsive I can be.”

“Indeed I do.” He teased, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Or maybe you just need to stop spending so much time with JJ, I think you’re picking up on his bad habits.”

You gasped, harmlessly brushing his arm away. “Actually, JJ had great advice on my gift for you. You’ll be thanking us both once you open it.”

“Tonight I will.” Pope grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, helping you out of bed. “But for right now, I have a surprise waiting for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? Is it a good one?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course I do. But you know I’m not the fondest of surprises.” You reminded him. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a blindfold.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to bring up your enthusiasm. “For the time being, you don’t. Come on, I think you’ll like it.”

Pope led you by the arm down the hall and to your kitchen, stepping out of the way so you could get a view of your dining table, decorated more than usual for the occasion. “Ta-da!” He cheered, pulling your chair out for you like he always did. A simple but sweet gesture that was never overlooked in your time together.

“You made all this?” You marveled, eyes darting from dish to dish, an array of all your favorite breakfast foods resting on the table. Pope wasn’t exactly known to be a chef, but his hidden talents never failed to amaze you.

“Of course I did. You deserve it. My mom might’ve taught me a few things.”

At the revelation you both chuckled, understanding why everything looked so appealing. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him putting in the time and effort into making something special for you.

Pope may have been grinning on the outside— after all, if you were happy, so was he— but he couldn’t deny the panic he was feeling.

Just yesterday when he went to the local florist to pick up your favorite flowers, they were completely out. He cursed himself for not planning this better ahead of time, but was determined to figure something out.

« “Fuck.” Pope sighed, entering the Chateau and slamming the door shut behind him.

“What’s wrong dude?” JJ questioned.

“Well, my anniversary is tomorrow. And the florist is sold out of sunflowers.”

“I could’ve told you that.” John B chimed in, opening his can of soda as he entered the room. “They’re all at Tannyhill for Sarah’s birthday party.”

“Not surprised.” JJ muttered. “Can’t you get some other flowers for Y/n?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope rejected. “It’s sunflowers or no flowers.”

JJ scoffed. “Girls love all flowers. Are you sure she wouldn’t be fine with some roses or something? Y/n would appreciate it either way.”

“True.” Pope acknowledged. “But it’s our anniversary. I want it to be special, and what is special about saying: ‘Hey, I know we’ve been together for a year but I can’t be bothered to notice what your favorite flower is’. I have to try.”

“You know, I think my cousin still works at some type of garden store. Maybe they have ‘em there.” JJ offered. “You said sunflowers right?” »

In the midst of your breakfast, Pope’s phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know he was receiving a call. He ignored it, too entranced with the beauty sitting in front of him that he couldn’t be bothered to let anything or anyone distract him from this moment.

But then his phone rang again, and then eventually for a third time. “You can answer it, hun, I don’t mind.” You told him. “Clearly someone’s trying to reach you.”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. I won’t be long.” He excused, reaching over to kiss your cheek before rushing to another room once he read JJ’s contact name.

“Did you find them?” Pope spoke lowly, just loud enough for only JJ to hear on the other line.

“Good morning to you too, man. Geez.”

“Well, did you? I’m in the middle of breakfast with Y/n.”

“Nah. The Cameron’s must’ve hit up my cousin’s shop too because she’s all out. Damn kooks.”

Pope sighed, letting his head fall back against the closed door at the words he dreaded hearing.

“But listen, I have a backup plan.” Somehow that doesn’t reassure me, Pope thought. “She says there’s this flower shop on the mainland that should have them. It’s not too far away.”

“Can you go get them?”

“Nah, I gotta go to work pretty soon. But the next ferry leaves in 30. You could leave now, get them yourself, and still be back in time for the sunset or whatever.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll have to. Thanks anyway.” Pope sighed, hanging up the phone and plastering on a smile before joining you again.

“Everything okay?” You asked, as your love did not sit down to resume eating with you.

“I need to run an errand fast.” He explained with urgency. “I know we were gonna spend the day together but I promise I will make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay..?” You replied, unintentional skepticism surely lacing your voice. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks for breakfast!”

“No problem. I love you.” Pope assured, giving you a quick peck before heading out the door.

“I love you, too!” You called out after him.

You weren’t sure why Pope left in such a hurry, on your first anniversary no less, but knowing him, it had to be for a good reason.

If only he didn’t go to so much trouble for some sunflowers. Hours had passed by before he returned. At around 7, he texted you and told you to wait a few more minutes before he picked you up.

You all but ran through your house and out the front door at the familiar hum of his truck pulling up. “Hi, again.” Pope greeted you, cupping your face and kissing you.

“What took you so long? I missed you.” You mumbled, pulling away from him.

“Long story.” Pope briefly explained before fishing through a bag for a blindfold. “May I?”

“Are you sure I can’t just close my eyes?”

“I know you’ll peek.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, snatching the blindfold and putting it on yourself. “Just drive, lover boy.”

After what felt like forever of sitting in the dark, jolting occasionally when the road became uneven, you felt the truck come to a stop. “Are we there?”

“We’re here, sweetheart.” Pope confirmed. “I’ll help you out.”

As promised, Pope came around to your side of the truck and helped you out, though your movements were slow with precaution.

“Woah.” You gasped, feeling the not so solid ground beneath you. “Is that sand?”

Pope chuckled as you kicked some up with your shoe, clearly trying to find out for yourself to be sure. “Yes. We’re at the beach, hun.”

“Okay.” You spoke wearily, squeezing the life out of your boyfriend’s hand as you made your steps carefully. “You better not let me walk into the ocean, Pope. Is this how you get rid of all your girlfriends after 1 year?”

“Nope. Just you.” He quipped, pinching your side as he held onto you. “Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”

You did as told, careful of your hair as you removed it gently. The sight before you drew a gasp from your lips, a spread out picnic blanket with an abundance of sunflowers decorating the space. “Pope! This is so cute!”

“Only the cutest for you.” He returned, helping you sit down. “I was gone for the day trying to find you some sunflowers. Everyone was sold out and I had to go to like a hundred places. But it’s worth it.”

“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble, y’know.”

“Don’t worry. I’d go to a hundred more stores if I had to. I’d go to Mars for you.” Pope smiled, throwing his arm around your shoulders and letting you hide your face into his chest. Even after one year, his effect on you never wavered. You would always feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on Pope Heyward.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore completed the serene aura on the beach, the stars beginning to make their appearance in the dusky sky.

“This is all so beautiful. Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for every day.”

“Damn, do you really have to try and outdo me with your cute ass responses?”

“We’ve lasted this long, if I didn’t know any better I’d start to think you love it.”

Your smile beamed as you kissed him, eyes twinkling once you opened then again, always a definite result of the love in front of you. “I guess you’re right about something.”

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cursedcola · 11 months

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Ok but will you do headcanons for the lovely protag of tears of themis, because if so I would love some cute Hcs of her having a cheerful and loving female s/o who runs a bakery and packs her cute little lunches everyday so she can have the energy she needs to work hard (•̀ᴗ•́)و

and sometimes Rosa (which is the code name we get in the game for our protagonist) gets special sticky pad notes in her lunchbox cheering her on when she’s had a bad day, and I just want some fluffy domestic hcssss

*cradles gently* I just love lesbian girlfriend hcs so much ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

A/N: Omg I'm gonna throw up I love this. It's too cute for my heart...ngl I simp for Rosa more than I do any of the boys. Can we romance ourselves? lol I'd pay Mihoyo to make it happen. TBH I ship Rosa x Kiki a bit since they just seem so much more on the same page with each other than our lovely gentlemen ( love Marius still tho frfr)

Our queen of justice would cherish her girlfriend so much let me tell you

Rosa has a habit of going above and beyond for the people she cares about. She’s normally the giver, and being on the other side of the coin is a whole new life

I can see it now. Every morning on her way to the Themis Law Firm she stops by her girlfriend's bakery. Rosa gets up extra early and brings her a cup of coffee/tea/etc. before the bakery opens.

She just loves to hear the jingle of the doorbell and see you arranging the display case behind the counter. Sometimes she'll pick up an apron and join you if she has extra time. Bonus points if your shop has a theme (like say you have a book café/bakery! And you dress to match the theme. You have a little knee length dress, mary-janes, and a bookish themed apron as the uniform. Maybe one of those cute little neck scarf/choker that you tie into a bow. Rosa would eat that up omg)

The first time she brought you a morning drink Rosa felt like an idiot because - well, duhh. You run a bakery! You sell this stuff! yet it became a bit of a trading deal. Rosa brings you your morning fix before the shop opens, and in exchange you pack her a few goodies.

It's such a ritual that Rosa now has a little thermos collection for you, and you have a lunch pail collection for her. It also gives you both a chance to see each other after work. On her way home (either after a shift or on her way to NYXX) she swings by your shop to drop off the pail and pick up her thermos. A quick goodbye smooch and she is on her way.

Lmao no. If she isn't going to NYXX then normally she stays back to help close the shop. If not then she begrudging leaves. Unfortunately you are not allowed to know about NYXX. It's too dangerous. You're aware that she works alongside Marius, Vyn, Luke, and Artem on the side - but are under the impression that it is for a special government case through Themis. They know about you as well. We love our ally kings. Sometimes you send Rosa off with enough goodies for all five of them when she swings by and can't stay.

Now. You know they all have/had a crush on her at some point. Especially Luke. The boy is a living golden retriever. Not to mention Artem who is just awful at masking. Thankfully your Rose is oblivious as hell, not that you're worried.

All it takes is the scent of one of your new recipes to have Rosa swooning in the palm of your hand. Before you started dating, you both were friends. You saw how she was always on a diet and depriving herself. Those little comments about her appearance making you the loving type of mad. Y'know, the type to passive aggressively eye her and be like "honey you are so beautiful that I have four men trying to steal my gf right now. Do not test me,". Which, of course, you'd only say the first part because that confrontation is not one needed considering the ally kings know their place.

Point being that we don't support that unhealthy diet culture. Big nono. She is going to eat good and she is going to like it.

Anywho. Back on topic. You know they like her and one way you casually tease is with loving treats. Yes, my dear Rose, please take this basket full of freshly baked bread to your meeting. The one with the ribbon on top. Why is it taped down? Oh, no worries my love. Just let one of the boys open it, okay? I have yours specially wrapped in a separate bag.

Meanwhile whichever poor soul opens that bag is going to get hit in the face with one of the sappiest and most suggestive love notes in all of Stellis.

"My lovely flower. Have a great day and be careful on the way home from your meeting! I have missed you so much and cannot wait to have you all to myself tonight. Enjoy the sweets with your friends" *insert a plethora of heart drawings*

Rosa will see them holding the note and simply think that you put it in the wrong bag. It's not abnormal for you to put those heartwarming notes in her lunches, so she apologizes. Vyn knows. They all know.

Dominance asserted, and your cute girlfriend is pleased by your loving note (and a bit embarrassed but it had to be done. Rosa deserves the abundance of affection. Her confidence needs to be boosted and she needs to recognize what a queen she is)

Did I mention that your shop is one of Rosa's favorite places? It's cozy, inviting, and she loves to study for her exams there. Sometimes if she's working on a case she'll claim a table for hours on end. Occasionally she sneaks glances of you working with customers and watches as a break. She'll blush if she gets caught, but it is so worth it.

Sometimes she takes her work breaks there as well. Occasionally you'll see her pop in with Artem, Celeste, Kiki, or perhaps another one of her acquaintances from work like that one Police Capitan. Darius, was it? That one always needs a triple shot of espresso. usually when you see him it means something serious is going down. It warms your heart when she boasts about your shop to them. She'll pick a table and like clockwork you'll come over to have a little chat before they get to work. It's so nice to feel included and to see her in the zone.

Whenever she is on a business trip she'll look for a little something to bring home for your shop too. Typically a decoration piece. Thanks to Rosa you have a little statue-esque tip jar from her trip to the desert, fairy lights above the main counter from a whimsical mountain, flower pots from an island trip, and more. You never question her many excursions because she always brings you home a surprise.

On one final note, your shop is her safe space. Sometimes she comes to your frustrated or nervous. It could be about exams, a particularly bad case...and sometimes she can't tell you. "Government case," she says and you know something really stressful happened. Those ones are the most worrisome. It's hard, being there when she disappears on a case that she can't tell you about. One of the gents are always there with her, but when she comes home in a near-shocked state you can't help but get anxious.

Yet Rosa knows you won't press it. She strolls in, most commonly near closing time, and you just know. You have a sixth sense for it, and without asking flip the shop sign to say 'closed' before preparing her a warm drink. Then you sit with her and let her talk. You don't question when she leaves things out, and let her vent.

You and your shop become like a second home to Rosa. Peace in a city like Stellis that never seems to rest.

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chuuyrr · 1 year

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Hi! I'm in love with your Gojo!reader fic and got this idea!

Could I request Chuuya seeing Gojo-san receiving chocolates and other gifts for Valentine's Day when they're on a date but Gojo reassures him he's the only one in her heart.

the only one — a valentine's day special

bungo stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen and bungo stray dogs, jealous! chuuya, fluff/comfort content

╰➤ PAIRING(s): nakahara chuuya

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: being the well-known head and beautiful pride of the gojo family under the heiwa organization of tokyo, it's not surprising that you receive attention and gifts from others, especially during valentine's day, which irks your devilishly handsome boyfriend, nakahara chuuya.

valentine's day wasn't something you really celebrated, gojo [name], unless you counted annoying your friends and colleague who acted like kunikida doppo from the armed detective agency back at your organization as a celebration.

to you, february 14 was just a cutesy-heartsy day when you'd get free chocolates and gifts from whoever thought you were pretty and such. you didn't mind the attention; in fact, you liked it, but it wasn't something you did out of love—until nakahara chuuya came into your life.

initially, you had no intention of dating the port mafia executive. it was a wonder that you two ended up together even.

it was a complicated relationship, but you and chuuya were smitten. it was crazy. even when you weren't together yet and you still resented him for punching you in the face and breaking your black sunglasses as dazai nullified your ability during the first meeting, the way you two fight makes you and him feel so in love.

nonetheless, that blossomed into a relationship between you and chuuya, and with it, you finally understood what it was like to be in love and how it felt. chuuya, your boyfriend, always goes all out for you. given his and your line of work, time was something you barely had, so chuuya really makes it up to you the best he can.

in any case, if it isn't you or wine, what else would he spend his entire executive salary on?

and since it's valentine's day, chuuya went extra all out. your boyfriend arrived at your organization in tokyo, surprising you at work with his sleek black car, dressed in an expensive suit and tie, surprising you with a bouquet of red roses and a paper bag of luxury branded clothes and dresses in hand, which soon led to a dinner date to a fancy restaurant he booked out wherein chuuya ordered you the finest steaks and wines, and rented musicians to serenade you with your favorite love songs.

it was a perfect evening, but then..

"chocolate mousse cake with raspberries."

you and chuuya looked up at the waiter who had placed the dessert in front of you.

"i didn't order this," you said, blinking as you pushed down your black sunglasses.

"she didn't order that," chuuya repeated in a stern tone as he gently held your hand in his.

"it's on the house. the chef wanted you to have it. oh, and the receptionist also wanted me to give this to you too, miss," you had received another round of gifts, but this time it was chocolates. expensive chocolates.

"what the fuck?" chuuya muttered, his eyes hardening into a glare as he looked past you to spot the aforementioned restaurant patrons.

chuuya released of your hand, quickly downed his own glass of wine, and sighed sharply, "well, someone's famous."

"oh, please. i'm not that famous chuuy—you came to a halt as you heard your phone ring and vibrate from your purse. you excused yourself and picked up the phone, only for chuuya to narrow his eyes as you groaned, "ugh, i'm not in tokyo right now. just leave the bouquet of flowers and gifts at my apartment door."

you put your phone away after answering the call and returned your gaze to chuuya, who was resting his chin on his hand that was covering his mouth, elbow propped on the table, blue eyes avoiding yours. his free fingers rhythmically tapped against the table's edge.

"chuuya?" you tilted your head to the side.

"does this happen to you every valentine's day?" chuuya asked, still refusing to look at you.

"the gifts? err, yeah," you nodded, scratching the back of your head.

"tch," you frowned at chuuya's scoff.

"chuuya, look at me," you said as you moved all of the gifts you'd received away and extended your hand to take his in yours.

chuuya closed his eyes briefly before opening them and turning around to face you, finally locking eyes with your heavensent aquamarine six eyes that you inherited from the god of skies as you removed your black round sunglasses, but refusing to say anything.

"you know, chuuya, i never really took valentine's day as something serious or special," you started, brushing your fingers across his knuckles, "to me, it was just a day where i got extra attention and free gifts from people."

"then why are you telling me this?" chuuya asked, his brow furrowed into a frown.

"because when i met you, i realized that valentine's day has changed now that i have you," you exclaimed with a closed-eye smile, "even if it's not valentine's day, even when we fight or are apart, you never forget to make me feel loved every single day, and when we do spend time together, it's always special, and it doesn't compare to the attention and gifts i received and continue to receive from others."

chuuya's eyes widened as those words left your mouth. as a bright red blush spread across his cheeks, you could almost hear his heart skip a beat. it made you giggle.

"you're the only one in my heart, nakahara chuuya-kun," you said, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, not caring if the people in the restaurant saw you kissing. in fact, it was only right. they should understand that this man is yours, and you are his, and no one else's.

chuuya closed his eyes, leaning in closer to return the kiss and cupping your face in his hand at the same time. it was a deep and passionate kiss, a little possessive, but you didn't mind. you loved it. the way the wine tastes on his lips, the way he's so close and intimate with his touch.

after a short while, he drew back and stood up from the table, causing your eyes to widen.

"chuuya?" you looked up at him.

chuuya approached you and took both of your hands in his, gently pulling you up from your seat and onto your feet. he wrapped his arm around your waist and yanked you away from the table.

chuuya's glare was fixed on the chef and receptionist who had dared to gift you for a brief moment. they were lucky it was valentine's day and he still had some control over his temper because of you. he would have punched their daylights out and thrashed the place with his gravity manipulation ability if it hadn't been.

chuuya lead you into the beautiful garden of the fancy restaurant where you two were alone. he then embraced you before you could say anything, holding you close to his chest and kissing the back of your neck.

"i'm sorry for getting jealous," he said quietly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"it's okay," you laughed, patting chuuya on the back as he continued to hug you, "you're the only one for me, and i don't want anyone else."

"you're the only one for me, too, [name]," with that chuuya pulling away just enough to kiss your face, making you giggle fondly. chuuya took both of your hands in his and smiled at you, admiring how beautiful you looked under the moonlight right now, "i love you."

chuuya's hands moved down to your waist, and before you knew it, the two of you were swaying gently into a slow dance. your eyes widened in surprise as more lights filled in the beautiful flower garden outside the restaurant like fireflies as the musicians in the background began to play their violins and piano.

"happy valentine's day, my love," chuuya said to you lovingly as he kissed your forehead.

valentine's day truly changed ever since then.

[ author's notes ! i ignored class for this fic FHSJSKSDF but it's ok. i really wanted to finish this and have you all read it for valentine's :( consider it my valentine's day gift hihi. i hope you like it ya'll. i really enjoyed this request !! please i was giggling and kicking my feet when i saw it in my inbox 😭💗 ]

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year

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timothee x shy!reader!!! hcs or story idc

I'll do it as an HC since I miss them!

I mixed it a little bit with this ask as well:

Timothee x Shy Reader Headcannon

It's hard being in a relationship with one so extroverted.

Even when Timothee puts on his shy/awkward front, he drips with charisma that everyone adores.

You wish it came that easy for you.

At first, when the two of you started dating, it was easy to stay out of the spotlight, and Timothee made it to where you didn't have to be.

He'd secretly visit you at night, making sure no one saw him entering or leaving your apartment.

He'd wear a hoodie, mask and sunglasses so that even if he was seen, he wasn't seen.

But as his popularity grew, the demand for more public appearances did as well.

His presence was needed, sometimes demanded at events.

And he wanted you at his side.

"Please, y/n. I need you there with me," he'd say.

You weren't used to these types of appearances. They made you nervous. They made your stomach flip...and not in the good way.

"Please, y/n," he'd repeat it, desperation more apparent in his voice than before. "I need my girl there."

And that's all it took. You were now his plus one to every event he ever attended.

You hated it. You loved it. And you wanted it to be over all at once.

He had Haider Ackermann make special pieces just for you to wear and match with him at events and you'd pack on extra deodorant so you wouldn't sweat through them.

If he wore leather and lace. You wore leather and lace.

If he wore red satin, you wore red satin.

The flashes from one thousand cameras blinded you and you'd see small white squares floating in your vision for hours.

The screams from his fans made your ears ring.

"Do you hear what they're saying?" He whispered into your ear while on the red carpet for a movie premiere for the first time.

"I can't hear anything," you said, trying not to sound as pained as you felt.

"They're screaming for you; they love you and your dress."

You listened, and you heard it. You heard hundreds of Timothee's fans screaming your name.

How did they even know your name?

Timothee grabbed your hand, spinning you in a circle.

The cameras clicked rapidly, and fans screamed louder as you twirled in your dress, revealing an entire white rose hidden in the pleats of your black satin gown, completely hidden before.

Somehow, he made you the center of attention.

And somehow it wasn't painful.

Then he kissed you.

Like, really kissed you.

Fans screamed louder, wanting to know your name and if you were dating Timothee Chalamet.

When he finally pulled away from your lips, he winked at the crowd and laced his fingers with yours and walked with you down the red carpet.

People waved at you and you waved back and you wondered if this was what it felt like to be famous.

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fairy-writes · 2 years

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Could I get Love Like You for Jayce from Arcane? Thank you 😭

LOVE LIKE YOU

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: chains-of-atlas

Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Jayce x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Love Like You by Caleb Hyles

Genre: Mild angst in the beginning, Fluff

This is for my 700 followers event! Check my pinned post for more info if you want to join!

This could be seen as a sequel (or prequel) to my oneshot, “Would You Still Love Me,” but you don’t need to read that one to understand this one.

This could also be seen as the alternate version to “What Could Have Been,” which is my angsty Viktor x Reader oneshot.

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You always wondered why Jayce settled for you. He was Piltover’s Golden Boy. The co-founder of Hextech. A member of the Council, for heaven’s sake!

Yet he settled for you, a lowly secretary.

If I could begin to be

Half of what you think of me

I could do about anything.

I could even learn how to love

Meeting you was almost fate. You were assigned as a secretary for Hextech through Heimerdinger to help with the growing paperwork. It wasn’t long before you had a crush on the hammersmith.

Of course, you didn’t tell him. There was no way on this planet that you would reveal your feelings to him.

When I see the way you act

Wondering when I'm coming back

I could do about anything.

I could even learn how to love like you

Love like you

It grew harder and harder as your feelings grew and grew. It was hard to be around Jayce without smiling or your ears burning. It felt like your throat was choking in flower petals. Like your heart expelled oxygen and firelights fluttered in your veins trying to find it.

It got better after you started dating. Jayce was the first to confess and ask you on a date, face flushed and eyes avoiding yours. He was like a nervous schoolboy. It was endearing. You had made a move then, reaching forward and interlacing your fingers with his. His eyes had shot to meet yours, and he smiled the most brilliant smile you had seen from him yet.

I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that it's true

'Cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you

You admired how hardworking Jayce was and how he took the time to talk to anyone who approached him. Even if it was a small child on the street with a toy Hextech blimp clutched in tiny hands.

You adored how he loved you. How caring he was. How he looked at you with fondness. How he always leaned down to drop a kiss on your cheek or the top of your head. How he held your hand so tenderly and loved you so dearly.

Look at you go

I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I'm so special

He proposed when you were both thirty-two—two years after meeting for the first time. Two years of skirting around each other before getting together. Two years of bliss and intimacy. Two years of some arguments about his health and the workload he took on to keep the public and the Council happy.

If I could begin to do

Something that does right by you

I would do about anything

I would even learn how to love

Your wedding was large—a side-effect of being engaged to Piltover’s Prodigy. Your father walked you down the aisle. It was an indoor wedding as it snowed outside, with you and Jayce married under an arbor covered in white roses.

The reception was much smaller than the ceremony—with only close friends and family. It was holiday themed, with your respective holidays being celebrated and mixed to celebrate the union between you and Jayce.

When I see the way you look

Shaken by how long it took

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you

Love like you

Three years after you both got married, you decided to expand your family. So you adopted a boy named Edgar and a girl named Amelia from the same family. Edgar was six years old. Amelia was five. They were almost identical and looked remarkably like Jayce, with brown hair and hazel eyes.

You joked that they could be his illegitimate children. He had taken it seriously and told you he’d never cheat, not when he loved you too much to do that to you.

Even though I can't compare

And I'm sorry if I stare

I just want to do everything

Maybe I could learn how to love

As the two of you grew older, started getting gray hairs, and eventually, as Jayce and Viktor retired, your love never wavered. Then, as Edgar and Amelia grew older, they moved out and started their own lives. But they still came over for dinner every week.

People say this love is wrong.

But all I want is to belong

I can say without any doubt

Everyone should learn how to love like you

Jayce held your hand as tenderly as he always did, running his thumb over your wedding band as the heart monitor beeped next to you. Oxygen tubes fed air through the little nubbins into your nose so you could breathe easier.

You had fallen. And in your old age, you had gotten injured. Luckily, Jayce found you at the bottom of the stairs not long after the accident, so you weren’t alone for too long. After being rushed to the hospital, the doctor told you your injuries were severe. A rib had been broken, and punctured a lung. In addition, you had bruising in your brain from where you had hit your head.

“I love you. You know that?” You whispered, and Jayce’s wrinkled hand tightened on yours.

“Of course I do. Two years of dating and fifty-four years of marriage, and I never doubted it for a second.” He replied, and you huffed out a quiet laugh before wincing at the sharp pain. You’d need more morphine soon.

But that didn’t matter.

“I just want you to know that. That I love you so much.” You said, and your eyes slowly drooped closed, your hand slack in Jayce’s.

Love like you

Jayce leaned up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. It was already beginning to cool.

“I love you too, dearest.”

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rosietrace · 1 year

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Flowers for my queen

Event: Rosie's 2023 Valentine's special 💌❣️

Ocs featured: Victoria Shard, Adrian Marwood, Frisk De La Rose, Freyah De La Rose(mentioned), Azrail Despoina, Zenith Devi(Mentioned)

Ship: Victoria x Adrian

Warning(s): Potential out of character moments, Az being a bit of a bitch

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

[ Reblogs are recommended/encouraged ]

Adrian was…. Let's say he's a little bit nervous.

Actually, scratch that, he's ten times more nervous than before after trying to deny it.

The question is, why is he nervous in the first place? Well, the answer is rather simple.

He wanted to give his girlfriend, Victoria Shard, the manipulative ice queen of Pomefiore, a bouquet for Valentine's day.

The problem is that he doesn't know what her favorite flowers are. Which makes him feel a bit ashamed of himself as her boyfriend and seatmate.

He leaned against his desk, pondering over what kind of flowers he should get for her. He's good at flower arranging, so there isn't a problem with that.

The issue is that he doesn't even know what flowers his girlfriend even likes.

I mean, he could do the simplest approach and just ask her. But that would just spoil the surprise. Adrian is aware that despite her notoriety in the academy, Victoria had quite a number of suitors trying to win her over with several numbers of gifts.

Which included flower bouquets.

So he obviously wanted to make the bouquet he was planning to be special for Victoria. One that would blow all the other bouquets out of the water.

Suddenly, Adrian felt a tap on the shoulder. When he looked up, he caught the magnificent sight of Victoria looking down at him with a ghost-like smile.

"Ah, dearest." He smiled, "Good to know you didn't oversleep."

Victoria playfully rolled her eyes at his attempt at teasing her and sat down next to Adrian."I'll have you know that my sleep schedule happens to be better than Vil's." She stated, making Adrian chuckle.

Although he did get some light scowls from his other classmates. Not that he was surprised.

Adrian was already aware of his relatively negative reputation because of his former status as a bully. And it didn't help that by dating Victoria, his reputation somewhat worsened because so many students were vying for her romantic affection.

As class began, Adrian and Victoria were focused on writing things down in their notebooks.

For Victoria, she was writing down her alchemy notes. But as for Adrian, he ended up spacing out and began scribbling all over his notebook instead of writing down notes.

I should probably get her her favorite flowers…. Only problem is that I, unfortunately, don't know what they are. Adrien thought, maybe I should get flowers that symbolize something significant to her?....

"Adrian…."

He smiled dreamily at the sound of Victoria calling out his name in his thoughts. But that didn't stop him from continuing to ponder over the flowers.

"Adrian."

The voice sounded more serious. And now Adrian was feeling a little perplexed over the tone of the voice.

A sigh was heard, and then he felt Victoria gently poke his forearm with her magic pen.

"Eh-?"

"Adrian, dearest, you spaced out. And…. Well, you ended up scribbling on your notebook instead of taking notes."

Looking down at his notebook, Adrian's embarrassed expression greatly amused the woman next to him.

Victoria giggled."Not to worry. You can just copy my notes after class." She said, a more visible and gentle smile on her face as she and Adrian gazed upon one another.

He smiled awkwardly.

"Haha… Thank you, dearest.."

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"E-Eh? You want to know what Shard-senpai's favorite flowers are?"

Adrian nodded, politely smiling at Frisk as she stopped painting the white roses to speak with him.

"Yes. I heard you and your sister often commission clothing from her since you're friends. Is that true?"

Frisk awkwardly nodded."W-Well, yeah…. But we aren't very close. B-But I can try to help!" She exclaimed.

Adrian felt a drop of sweat fall down his forehead. This girl is more socially awkward than I thought….

"Well- I think her favorite flowers are indigos and violets."

Adrian's eyebrows raised."How so?" He asked curiously, his voice gentle so as to not intimidate Frisk.

Frisk fiddled with her fingers."She often incorporates them into her fashion designs. I and Freyah often encounter them when we see her sketches…" she replied curtly.

Adrian furrowed his eyebrows."I see…." He murmured, taking in the information as fast as he could.

Humming to himself, he sent Frisk a nod."Thank you, De La Rose." He said, beginning to turn away from the red-headed girl.

He could practically hear the smile Frisk made as she said the words "I wish you luck, senpai!"

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Adrian looked away, feeling a bit anxious to be in the presence of this particularly intimidating underclassman.

Azrail. He didn't know much about the sarcastic herbology-obsessed inventor, but he sure as hell knows that he at least respects Victoria.

"What the hell do you want, Marwood?"

He'll be honest, he didn't particularly like the attitude Azrail was giving him at the moment. But he couldn't blame him, especially with his reputation as a former bully.

"I just-"

"Let me guess, you wanna know what Vic's favorite flowers are? Trust me, I sure as hell don't know but I know flowers that can perfectly convey what kind of person she is."

Adrian was…. Genuinely surprised. He knew Azrail was a perceptive young man.

But he didn't know that he was this perceptive.

"Try begonias and forget-me-nots. Begonias symbolize intelligence, whereas forget-me-nots can symbolize remembrance."

Azrail stood up, picking up what seemed to be a relatively heavy box of scrap metal for his latest invention."If you'll excuse me, I have to finish my solar-powered Rube Goldberg machine. So please, leave my room."

The cold dead-eyed stare he sent was enough for Adrian to literally sprint out of Azrail's room in mere minutes.

He'll definitely consider the begonias and forget-me-nots alongside Frisk's suggestion of violets and indigos.

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Finally, after a long while of picking the flowers of his choice, Adrian smiled proudly at the finished product.

He decided to go for violets and forget-me-nots with a couple of ivories mixed into the bouquet.

He would've gone to Zen for advice, but alas, he knew that the boy would somehow blurt out the surprise to his best friend, aka his girlfriend.

So now, he had no choice but to give the bouquet to Victoria, since he was running out of time to give them to her.

It didn't help that he had been avoiding her the entire day just so he couldn't spoil his surprise.

So now, he walked into his dormitory's forests, going to the small space that Victoria would always go to to have some alone time.

The sun was setting, she was sitting on a log, looking down at the nearby pond.

She looked radiant. Ethereal. Enchanting.

But those words wouldn't be enough to express how much Adrian could describe Victoria. They wouldn't be enough to describe how he would worship the ground she walked on if she asked.

Adrian gulped. I…. I hope she likes this… he thought before walking up behind her.

He rested his head on her shoulder, hiding the bouquet behind his back. Feeling the weight against her shoulder and finding her boyfriend to be the source, Victoria chuckled and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Hello, dearest."

Adrian greeted, blushing with a smile.

Victoria noticed that he was something behind his back and arched her brow. She stood up."Dearest, what are you hiding behind your back?" She questioned, eyes narrowing.

Taking a deep breath, Adrian looked directly into Victoria's sapphire eyes.

".... This is for you, my queen."

Adrian revealed the bouquet, and Victoria's eyes widened.

To say she was bewildered was an understatement. The fact that she was so stunned that she barely moved kind of made Adrian a little proud of himself.

But the silence grew. It lengthened itself and it didn't disappear for minutes on end.

And Adrian began to get worried. Did she not like the gift? Could he have done better? Did someone already give her a gift more worthy than his own?

Adrian's mind was flooding with these thoughts, and it almost became too much to handle….

Until Victoria pressed her lips against his forehead. Taking the bouquet and putting it into her hands.

All with a gentle, beautiful smile. One that wasn't ghost-like in the slightest.

"Thank you, my dear…. I shall treasure this bouquet with all my heart." Hearing that out of what Adrian would call an angelic voice made his heart flutter.

And his grin couldn't have been any wider when he finally pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'm glad you adore it, dearest."

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I am so sorry if I couldn't do Adrian justice, Pebble TvT But I really had fun writing the oneshot with the idea you had ^^ I hope you like this oneshot

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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do you think katsuki would be a secret horny bitch or some shy nerd? i know most ppl perceive him in fics as the guy whos been itching to fuck you but i kinda like the idea where he’s shy and awkward when you just make a dick joke yk?

OH MAN, I love questions like this... so bear with me for a sec...

I know this might be a little bit... disputed... by some (despite how I can go into more detail if needed)... but I am honestly sort of with you in believing that Bakugo probably leans more to the shy nerd and traditional side of things when it comes to things like dick jokes.

Not to say, you know, that he's really all that freaked out or bothered by them (because he obviously knows when people are messing around)... but what makes them different is when they're specifically about or coming from you.

Because more so than it being an either-or situation, it's almost more like it's both... being interested in you (and wanting to fuck you) is what actually causes him to get flustered in the first place, mostly due to the fact that he doesn't want to mess up what you have or expose his feelings over a silly joke.

(And if you aren't already dating, I think he's more of an... ask them out first... type guy.)

I just honestly think that... Bakugo is probably a total prude when it comes to relationships and views them as pretty special, mostly because he'd never enter one if that isn't what he really wanted... so to joke around about fucking (something I can see him believing to be "a couple's activity only")... takes away from the actual... courting process and/or shows he's not as serious about other things when it comes to being with you.

(Even if he does have his own needs.)

I do see it being the other way around, though... if you weren't dating and Bakugo thought he didn't have a chance with you, or that you didn't like him back. Not that I believe he's one to fuck around, but... if he knows he can't be in a relationship with you, the least he can do is joke about dicks with you right back as a way to tease or flex.

(And honestly, though this can go both ways, I think virgin!Bakugo gets a lot more flustered than non-virgin!Bakugo... mostly just due to lack of experience in general. I see a more mature Bakugo getting flustered because he doesn't want to talk about you like that, scare you off or admit that the jokes are sorta... true.)

Regardless, hopefully this made some sense!!!

#bakugo x reader #bakugo thoughts #i really hope i explained this properly #i wrote a whole separate answer and hated it #but either way.... yea i think he view relationships as special #theres a scene of him yelling at the todorokis for talking abt their dirty laundry in front of guests #and doing things by the book #so combine that with his very... driven nature and the fact that he takes what he wants #and it just sorta made me think that bakugo... probably really values more traditional home dynamics...#like dates and roses and first time s*x being special #so i think that a d*ck joe would make him blushy bc.... THAT FOR S*XYTIME....#i cant even explain it idk #bc its so personal to me since no one talks abt it usually #not that hes not a devious guy who wouldnt funk u in his office... just that he has to be in a mood and it should be more private....#or come later in your relationship depending on how long youve been together #ASK #ANON #caitie post #bakugo

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jaeyunverse · 2 years

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the roommate contract

pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, angst, suggestive, one-sided enemies to lovers, roommates au, brother’s best friend au, fake dating

wc: 11341

warnings: profanity, a very flirty jeno, jaemin and mc are siblings and she sorta badmouths him oops, lot of childish banter, jeno is older than the mc by two years, some angst at the end (lmk if i’ve missed anything!)

summary: nothing could have been worse than getting kicked out of your house and having to move in with lee jeno—resident fuckboy, annoying asshole and your first heartbreak.

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note: this was supposed to be slowburn but i kinda got impatient so i ditched that plan LMFAO this is a bit fast-paced imo but i hope you guys enjoy the fic! feedback is always appreciated :D

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That day, you made three mistakes.

First: talking about your problems in public. Second: letting slip how desperate you were. Third (the gravest mistake): locking gazes with none other than Lee Jeno.

He perked up when you yelled at Hwang Yeji, “I’ll have nowhere to go!”

The moment the words were out, your wide eyes met his amused ones. Jeno quirked an eyebrow and smirked, walking over to the booth you and Yeji were seated at.

“What’s this I hear about you needing a place to crash, Y/N?” he cooed, setting his cup of coffee on the table and sliding beside you.

You glared at him, frowning when the bare skin of his arm brushed against yours. Shifting away, you snapped, “None of your damn business, Lee. Quit eavesdropping and get out of here.”

Jeno’s smirk grew when he saw your discomfort. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he pulled you against him. Your head smashed into his hard chest as he teased, “Now, now, is that how you treat your brother’s best friend?”

You narrowed your eyes and craned your neck to look at him. “That’s how I treat an egotistical bastard who doesn’t know basic manners.”

Jeno grinned at the insult, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. “You look so attractive right now.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you shoved him away, cursing loudly. He laughed at your flustered state, his eyes turning into small crescent moons.

This was Lee Jeno—a huge flirt who thought highly of himself due to the popularity he had gained as the star player of your university’s football team, and whose only personality trait was being ridiculously attractive.

“Shut up,” you mumbled under your breath and averted your eyes. They landed on Yeji, who was sitting on the other side of the table. A knowing smile was playing on her lips and her hands were crossed over her chest.

You groaned.

“Finally remembered I was here, did you?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Yeji, you can’t be serious,” you pleaded, ignoring her teasing remark and returning to the topic at hand. Why she and your brother, Na Jaemin, liked to think of you and Jeno as a couple was beyond you. You radiated nothing but annoyance when the boy was around you. “You and Jaemin have only been dating for a few months. I don’t think it’s wise for you to move in together already.”

Everything you had uttered was bullcrap. Though your current roommate and your brother had been dating for no more than six months, what they had was special. It was evident that they loved each other very much. In fact, deciding to stay together was probably a wise decision, but you didn’t want to lose Yeji.

She was an amazing roommate and your closest friend.

Besides, she was only giving you a week to move out of your shared apartment so Jaemin could move in. Apparently, your idiot brother was supposed to break the news to you over two weeks ago but had forgotten to do so. Now, Yeji was doing damage control.

“The decision is made, Y/N,” she told you sternly. “I’m sorry Jaemin didn’t do his job. Hell, I’m sorry for going home and giving him the responsibility. But you must understand that we’re on a time restraint. I told you that you could stay with Jeno—”

“You told her what?” said boy interrupted her, leaning forward in his seat.

“Yeji!” you yelled, cutting her off before she could suggest something stupid again. “I said no!”

Jeno turned to look at you, his lips set in a pout. “C’mon, Y/N. Why so stubborn? I love Yeji’s idea. We’d have such a good time being roomies and doing roomie things.”

The mischievous look in his eyes told you the exact kind of roomie things he had in mind. You rolled your eyes and ignored him, turning your attention to the girl opposite you again. “It doesn’t matter. Jaemin’s never going to let this asshole room with me.”

“Hey!” Jeno protested.

You didn’t give a shit about Jaemin’s opinion. You didn’t need him to ‘let’ you do anything anyway. You were capable of making your own decisions, and at that moment, you decided to use your brother and put words in his mouth for your own interest.

Yeji looked unimpressed. “Joke’s on you because it was his idea.”

The motherfucker. Fucking coward, that’s what Na Jaemin was. Not only was he hiding from you because of what he had failed to do but was also feeding irrational ideas into Yeji’s mind.

“You should break up with him,” you told her nonchalantly. “His ideas are stupid and he’s going to ruin your life.”

Rolling her eyes, Yeji got up from her seat and straightened her shirt. “I love you, Y/N, but I want you gone from the apartment by the end of the week. It’s not like I’m throwing you out on the streets; Jeno has agreed to let you crash at his place.”

“I don’t see the difference,” you deadpanned.

Yeji gave you a pointed look. “Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you after class tonight and we’ll talk about packing.”

With that, she was gone, leaving a very pleased Jeno alone with you. You glanced at him to see him already staring at you with a grin on his face.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun being roommates, you and I.”

You wanted to die.

“I am going to fucking kill you, Jaemin!” you screamed, tightening your grip around the lightsaber you had picked up from his room.

Jaemin’s eyes widened, and he bolted out of his room and towards the living room. You let out a war cry and chased after him, lightsaber held above your head.

“I’m sorry!” your brother shrieked and dived behind the couch. “I forgot!”

“Oh, yeah?” you taunted, glaring daggers at his concealed figure. “You better forget about wanting to move in with Yeji too! I’m not moving out for your irresponsible ass!”

You prepared yourself to run towards the couch and jump off the edge to get to Jaemin. However, the moment you stepped on the plush cushion, an arm was around your waist, and you were suddenly in the air.

“Easy, princess,” Jeno chuckled into your ear. “Wouldn’t want you to trip and hit your head, would we? You’re unhinged enough.”

“Let go of me, Lee!” you snapped, struggling in his hold. Jaemin peeked from behind the sofa, and upon seeing you trapped by Jeno, darted out of the house.

“Thanks, bro. I owe you one.” He mock-saluted his best friend and closed the apartment door shut, leaving you and Jeno alone.

You let out a groan of frustration and tried to get out of Jeno’s arms. “Let me go! I need to chase after him,” you yelled.

He tightened his grip around you, pulling you against his chest. “Not until you promise to ditch the lightsaber. Can’t have you running around the building with that in your hands. You’re going to be living with me soon and I’d rather not be referred to as the guy rooming with the crazy lightsaber girl.”

“I’m not going to live with you,” you scoffed. Letting go of the toy, you glanced up at him. “I dropped it; can you get your hands off me now?”

Jeno raised a sculpted eyebrow. “Really? Where exactly are you going to live then? You do realise you won’t find an apartment in four days, right?”

“I’m going to kill Jaemin,” you replied simply. “I won't need to find a new apartment if he’s out of the way.”

“Your love for your brother is so evident.”

“I know.”

A beat of silence followed your dry answer, and that was when you noticed the proximity between you and Jeno. You were completely pressed up against him, his arms still holding you to him. You could feel his chiselled abdomen, and his face was so, so close.

He was back hugging you.

The moment the thought sunk in, you shoved him away and averted your gaze. Clearing your throat, you went down on your knees and picked up the lightsaber. “I don’t care about your reputation; I’m going to go beat up Jaemin with this stick and then go apartment hunting.”

“Nice. You’ve got your priorities set straight.”

You tilted your neck to glower at Jeno. His hands were shoved inside his pant pockets, and he was smiling softly at you. You stuck your tongue at him and turned on your heels, marching out of the apartment to begin your search for Jaemin.

You didn’t realise your heart had been beating rapidly inside your chest until it had slowed down.

No, there was no way Jeno was having any effect on you. Not when you had spent years trying to build an immunity to his charm. Not when he wasn’t even trying to be charming back at his and Jaemin’s shared space.

You chose to believe that the only reason your heart was racing was that you were angry at your brother. Because you were angry at Jeno for confining you in his embrace and not allowing you to run after him. Because you had to move out and sacrifice your comfort for your loved ones’ happiness. Because the news had been sprung on you without any warning, and it made you feel vulnerable.

There was no way you were starting to feel anything but dislike for Jeno.

No fucking way.

“So,” Yeji popped. “Find a decent place yet?”

You shot her a look as you shrugged off your coat and threw it on a chair. Kicking your shoes off too, you plopped down on the sofa beside her. “Not yet, but I will find one soon.”

Yeji rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the TV again. “When? You’re moving out tomorrow.”

“I'm moving out tomorrow afternoon,” you corrected her. “I’ll have a few hours to search for a new apartment.”

She hummed absent-mindedly. “Sure.”

“Sure,” you mimicked under your breath and put your fingers inside the bowl in her hands. “The least you could do is help me find a new apartment,” you grumbled, your mouth full of potato chips. “I wouldn’t have to move out if it weren’t for you and Jaemin.”

You scowled at the mention of your brother. You’d found him cowering behind the building dumpsters earlier that day and had beat him up.

He’d fought back and tried to land a few blows too, but he was no match for you. You hoped he was licking his wounds and vowing to himself that he would never make such a mistake again.

“What the fuck are you on?” Yeji deadpanned, finally looking at you. “I literally packed all your shit for you because you refused to. And you already have an apartment, which means I practically did everything for you.”

“I’m not staying at Jeno’s!” you exclaimed.

“Why?!” she cried. “What’s the big deal? You’ve known him since before you’ve known me. Sure, he flirts more than what’s considered normal, but he cares about you a lot and would never hurt you.”

You opened your mouth to protest but closed it when no words came out. You hated to admit it, but Yeji was right. For all his annoying antics, Jeno was not a bad guy.

But she didn’t know what you did. Back when you were in middle school and Jeno was in high school, you had a huge crush on him. The kind that caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach at the mere sight of him.

The kind that had you dreaming about going on cute dates with him. The kind that had you smiling and feeling giddy out of nowhere.

It was an innocent crush harboured by your innocent and naive past self.

Like most people, Jeno changed when he entered high school. Puberty hit him like a truck, and he was suddenly the hot topic at school. The undivided attention and God-like treatment he received got to his head.

He grew cocky and arrogant. He began flirting with multiple people just because he could, and with his pretty privilege always at the ready in his arsenal, he was able to get away with hurting them each time.

You were just another victim of Jeno’s charm. You didn’t know about his reputation because your grades didn’t share the same buildings, and Jaemin certainly hadn’t bothered to warn you when you began falling for him either.

You decided to confess, mistaking Jeno’s mindless flirting as him genuinely having feelings for you. With a box of chocolates in your hands and shy expression on your face, you gazed through your bedroom window with anticipation, waiting for him to come back from football practice.

(His house was right next to yours; you’d been neighbours for over five years.)

When you finally saw him approaching your house, your eyes lit up and you got ready to run down the stairs. You wanted to catch him before he could go inside his home.

But then you noticed someone else was with him, holding his hand and clinging onto his arm like their life depended on it. Upon closer inspection, you realised it was a girl.

Jeno was with a girl.

They looked like they were having fun together. Jeno was smiling at her with that adorable smile of his—the same one that made you fall for him in the first place. The box of chocolates slipped from your hands and so did the smile on your face when he pressed a kiss to her cheek, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

Your heart was broken for the first time that day. It didn’t take a lot of time for you to figure everything out after witnessing the scene, and you’ve resented him ever since.

You tried cutting Jeno off by distancing yourself, but it was impossible not to run into him when he was always hanging out at your place.

So, you started giving him the cold shoulder. You snapped at him whenever he tried to talk to you. You insulted him every chance you got, not being able to keep your anger to yourself.

Jeno, to your surprise, asked you what was wrong. He asked you what had changed and what suddenly made you dislike him. He tried to make it up to you despite not knowing what he had done to piss you off in the first place.

Your answer was giving him the silent treatment and blowing him off. You weren’t stupid—no way in hell were you going to tell him the real reason behind your actions. It would have only made you come off as a pathetic loser who couldn’t move on and held petty grudges.

Eventually, he accepted defeat and stopped trying to get you to like him again.

It wasn’t until nearly a year later that you realised why you’d been so affected by Jeno’s rejection-but-not-really-a-rejection.

You’d been in love with him.

Lee Jeno had been your first love.

And you hadn’t resented him for kissing the girl. No, you were angry at yourself for falling for someone like him and getting your heart broken in the process. You were just taking it all out on him because you didn’t know how else to deal with your feelings.

You knew it wasn’t fair to Jeno, but it wasn’t like you could just make things go back to the way they were before. So, you kept up your charade until the line between pretence and reality began thinning and finally disappeared.

Being rude and sarcastic to Lee Jeno was like breathing. It came to you naturally and occurred involuntarily.

“Earth to Y/N.” Yeji snapped her fingers in front of your face, jolting you out of your reverie.

You scrunched your nose when the salt from the chips flew into your eyes. Slapping her hand away, you asked, “What?”

“I said we should sleep. It’s already past ten and we need to get up early tomorrow.”

You nodded, getting up from the sofa. “You go ahead. There’s something I have to do first.”

Yeji looked at you quizzically but smiled softly and squeezed your shoulder when she realised what you meant. “Take all the time you need.”

Once she was gone, you took a deep breath and looked around your apartment. The living room was messy since both of you had been too busy to wind it up. Your coat had slipped from the chair and fallen to the floor. Yeji’s laptop was lying on the centre table along with a bunch of books that were haphazardly spread around it.

You averted your eyes to the kitchen. Plates were piling up in the sink and there were a lot of coffee cups lying around. The small dining table was crowded with packaged food and unwashed laundry, crumbs of food surrounding them.

A small part of you was satisfied knowing you wouldn’t have to clean your disgusting apartment.

Not yours, a voice in your head popped. Not anymore.

You sighed, taking everything in for the last time. Yeji and Jaemin were moving on to better things. They were making decisions that were good for them and brought them happiness. You weren’t going to stand in the way of that.

Maybe this change was good for you too. Maybe, just maybe, you were moving on to better things too.

Everything about the day sucked.

You did not find an apartment, the movers were at your old one an hour early, Yeji called and screamed in your ear to inform you of the same, you scraped your knee while hurriedly making your way back to it to stop them from taking all your stuff to Jeno’s, and now, half an hour later, your room was set up and the bane of your existence was staring at you with a smirk on his face.

“You lose,” he commented. “Time to be roomies.”

“I will fucking castrate you,” you snapped, still panting from all the running you had done after you missed your bus. “Who organised my room?”

“Yeji did. She left a paper on the study table that has instructions about where everything is.”

You raised an eyebrow, frowning appreciatively. You had to say, Yeji had done an excellent job at setting up your new room. The bed was pressed against the wall and your study table was placed in front of the window, just like you preferred. She had even taken the efforts to decorate the wall above your bed with fairy lights and polaroids of your friend group.

You weren’t surprised at all; you expected nothing less from your interior design major friend. Plus, you were pretty sure she felt guilty for kicking you out and had gone out of her way to make your room look pretty as a way of saying sorry.

Apology accepted, you thought to yourself, thoroughly impressed.

“Where are Yeji and Jaemin?” you asked, turning to face Jeno. He was leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. You promptly ignored the way his biceps bulged and strained against his shirt sleeves.

Meeting your gaze, Jeno answered, “They went back to your old apartment to move Jaemin’s stuff. Yeji said we should come over to help as soon as—wait, is that blood staining your jeans?”

You scrunched your nose. “What?”

He dropped to the floor, reaching for your injury. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Jumping back, you quickly responded, “It’s fine. It’s period blood.”

“Oozing from your knee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting his neck to look up at you.

“Uh, huh.”

“Y/N, stop being stupid.”

You scoffed. “Are you saying that you, a male, know the female anatomy better than me, an actual female?”

Jeno rolled his eyes. “At this point, I think I do. I don’t understand what the big deal is; let me help you out.”

“I don’t want to owe you a favour,” you muttered under your breath. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you didn’t like to depend on people, least of all Lee Jeno. “And I said it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine!” Jeno gaped. “We need to treat that wound or it’s going to get infected. Look, the impact tore the denim too.”

Indeed, your knee was partly exposed and some of the blood was already dried, making your pants stick to your skin. You cringed.

“I’ll deal with it,” you reassured him. “You should go and help Jaemin.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeno got to his feet and slipped his hand into yours. Tugging you along with him, he said, “You’re an idiot to think I would even consider leaving you alone to treat yourself. And I promise I won’t make you do anything for me in return,” he added. “Unlike the healthcare in America, Dr. Jeno is at your service for free.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as he made you sit on a chair by the dining table. “As much as I appreciate your lame attempt at cracking a joke to convince me, I’m not a child. It doesn’t even hurt.”

“You’re not,” he agreed, shuffling through one of the kitchen cupboards and taking out a first aid box. “But no one should have to take care of themselves when they’re hurt. Everyone should have someone they can depend on.”

Your heart constricted. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you muttered, “I literally just said it doesn’t hurt, but yeah, whatever.

Jeno kneeled in front of you again, cutting your jeans up to your knee with a scissor. You winced when he tried to remove the cloth stuck to your skin.

“Sorry,” he apologised, steadying your leg. “I’m going to dab alcohol on the wound now.”

You closed your eyes and braced yourself, holding your breath.

“You can hold my hand if you want,” Jeno suggested. “I don’t mind.”

You snorted, opening a single lid. “Yeah, right. Your everyone should have someone bullcrap made sense but I’m not falling for—fuck!”

Your fingers wrapped around Jeno’s free wrist of their own accord, eyes clenching shut again as he pressed the cotton swab on your injury. “Asshole!” you screamed. “Couldn’t you warn me?!”

“I did,” he simply replied, putting his hand on your thigh to hold it down. “You need to stop shaking your leg, Y/N. It’s going to sting a lot more if you don’t; I barely brushed over the gash before.”

Cursing under your breath, you nodded. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he continued his manoeuvres. You could tell he was trying to be careful, but it still hurt like a bitch.

A few minutes later, Jeno popped, “Done.”

Sighing, you opened your eyes and wiped your tears with the palms of your hands. Your knee was neatly dressed, and the blood and grime were gone. You stood up and tried walking to check if the bandage was hindering your mobility.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, meeting Jeno’s gaze.

He grinned, ruffling your hair. “I told you we’d be great roommates.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to bite back a smile. “It’s too early to come to that conclusion, Lee. Everyone seems great at the start.”

“You can live in denial, or you can embrace facts.” He shrugged. “We’re extremely compatible.”

There it was again—the small pause your heart made before it started racing at the speed of light. Much to your displeasure, it seemed to do that action a lot these days around Jeno.

“In your dreams, lover boy,” you snickered.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he drawled, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. “I can assure you that it does. A lot.”

Your cheeks flared. “Just—just wind up the fucking first aid kit so that we can leave.”

Jeno laughed as you turned on your heels and stormed back into your room, slamming the door shut behind you. You leaned against it, trying to calm yourself down.

Spending time with Jeno always tested your control and pushed your limits. It always made you question your sanity. He was literally the most infuriating person you had ever had the misfortune of meeting. Living with him wasn’t going to be easy, you’d known.

You just hadn’t realised it was going to be so hard.

Contrary to what you had thought nearly two weeks ago, living with Jeno was turning out to be rather fun.

He’d kept his word—the two of you were having a great time together. Save for the constant flirting and childish bickering, Jeno was turning out to be the perfect roommate.

Not only was he organised (something you hadn’t expected him to be) but was also a great cook and amazing at giving advice (not that you’d asked him to give it to you; he was just nosy).

No wonder Jaemin had never complained about living with the boy. Jeno cooked five out of seven days, and on weekends, the two of you ordered takeout.

You had offered to cook sometime during your second week of living with him, feeling guilty that he was doing all the work.

Jeno had looked at you with disbelief, a whirring hand blender in one hand that was splattering cream on his face, and a bowl in the other. “Let you in my kitchen and touch my high-end equipment? Over my fucking dead body.”

Never in your life had you imagined you would get to witness Lee Jeno become possessive and lose his calm over a kitchen. And it wasn’t like you were a terrible chef!

Jeno had promptly reminded you that you had baked an omelette when you were a teenager.

You had taken the liberty of seeing yourself out after that.

For some reason, Jeno insisted on going grocery shopping together. You told him it was a stupid idea—your schedules were different, and it would require a lot of planning to decide on a time when you were both free.

“You don’t need to worry about that.” He waved you away. “I’ll make time. When are you free?”

Since both your classes for the day were over, the two of you were relaxing in the living room.

“On Sunday? But I’d rather unwind than do chores on the one day I get off. I guess I’m free on—oh, come on! That’s not what I meant! Get your head out of the gutter and stop smirking!”

Jeno wiggled his eyebrows. “You don’t need to lie to me. I don’t judge; we all have our needs.”

You scrunched your nose in disgust. “You’re impossible. Go fuck yourself.”

“I thought that’s what you did—”

You didn’t even wait for him to finish the sentence. You just picked up a couch cushion and hurled it at his head with all your might.

He dodged easily, laughing.

Throwing a glare his way, you got up from your seat to go back to your bedroom. “What are you? A middle schooler stuck in a college student’s body?”

Jeno laughed again, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to stop you from leaving. “You’re too uptight, Y/N. This is why no one invites you to parties. You’re a huge party pooper.”

“You invite me to all of yours,” you retorted.

“You’re my best friend’s sister. I have to.”

You didn’t know why, but hearing Jeno say that hurt. A lot more than you would have liked to admit.

“Yeah, well, you don’t need to tolerate me just because I’m related to Jaemin,” you said bitterly. “You can always just leave me alone.”

“Hey.” Jeno’s grip tightened around your hand and his voice softened, all amusement gone from his face. “That’s not what I meant. I was just joking.”

You didn’t allow yourself to believe him. Looking away, you swallowed. “Right.”

“You think I would constantly bother you and seek you out if interacting with you was just an obligation?” he asked, eyes still on you. “You think I would let you move in with me if I didn’t like you?”

The doorbell rang, and you sent a silent thank you to the Gods for sparing you from coming up with an answer and letting your mind drift to places you had no interest in visiting.

Wrenching your hand out of Jeno’s, you walked to the door. Through the peephole, you could see a petite, middle-aged woman standing outside.

The landlady. You had completely forgotten that she was going to drop by to meet you.

You forced a grin on your face and unlocked the bolt. “Mrs. Kim! Come inside, please. I’m Y/N, the new tenant.”

She smiled at you warmly and acknowledged Jeno with a small nod. “You’re Jaemin’s sister?”

“I am,” you confirmed as Mrs. Kim took a seat on the couch. “We swapped apartments because he wanted to move in with his girlfriend. She was my roommate,” you added for clarity.

“Ah, yes, I was told. So, what’s the deal with you two?”

You blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Are you and Jeno dating?”

Before you could answer, Jeno stepped beside you and intertwined your hands. “We are.”

Your neck snapped to the side, shock evident on your face. “What?!”

“Three months,” he continued, completely ignoring you. “It’s getting pretty serious.”

You opened your mouth to deny his lies, but Jeno squeezed your hand in warning. You hissed in pain, glaring at him.

Mrs. Kim beamed. “That’s a relief!” And then explained upon seeing your confusion, “Tenants of the opposite sex aren’t allowed to stay together unless they’re involved. There was an issue a few years back that forced the building committee to make the decision. It’s good to know I won’t have to terminate your contract. Jeno’s one of the best tenants I’ve had in the ten years that I’ve been renting out this apartment.”

“You’re too kind, Mrs. Kim,” said boy replied politely. You were too busy suffering from a heart attack to give a reaction. Everything was happening too fast for you to keep up.

“I’ll take my leave then.” The landlady rose. “Rent is due on the tenth of every month. Have a nice stay,” she said, looking at you.

You nodded numbly, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to have a nice stay after what had just been revealed.

Once Mrs. Kim was out the door, you whirled around to face Jeno. He cringed and went into a defensive stance immediately.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you tugged him downwards and shoved your face into his. “When were you going to tell me?”

“Um. Never...?”

“Lee Jeno!”

“I’m sorry, okay? I know I should have told you before, but I didn’t know she was going to visit today! I would have informed you if you had told me!”

You narrowed your eyes, your voice going deathly soft as you said, “Are you saying this is my fault?”

“No!” Jeno replied quickly. “It’s just—” he sighed— “I’m sorry. Can we not make a big deal out of this?”

You shoved him away and laughed hysterically. “Not make a big deal? I was single and ready to mingle a minute ago, and now I’m dating you! Of course, I’m going to make a big deal!”

“Come on, Y/N.” Jeno snorted. “We both know you aren’t a mingler. And women get on their knees to date me.”

Your harsh glare had him recoiling. “This isn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be,” he tried again. “Mrs. Kim doesn’t even stay in the building! She only comes here on the tenth of every month to collect the rent because she prefers cash. We don’t need to pretend to be a couple or do any of the lovey-dovey stuff in front of her.”

You paused. Jeno was right; it didn’t sound that bad. You were just lying to your gullible landlady, not being forced to display physical intimacy with him to convince her. She had believed that the two of you were dating without a doubt.

“If this comes back to bite us in the ass, I’m blaming you,” you warned him. Then added, “And I’m throwing you under the bus.”

Jeno released a sigh of relief and promised, “It won’t.”

You decided you were never going to trust Lee Jeno again.

“Psst,” you hissed and tugged on Jeno’s sleeve, eyes trained on the figure that was on the far end of the same aisle you were in. “Mrs. Kim is here.”

He removed his gaze from the grocery list in his hand and looked at you. “What?”

“She’s here!” you whisper-shouted and discreetly pointed at her. “Look.”

“Y/N!” Jeno exclaimed and wrapped his hand around your finger, shooting it down. “Stop pointing!”

You ignored him. “We need to leave.”

He rolled his eyes. “You need to stop overreacting. So what if she’s here? So what if she sees us? Couples go grocery shopping all the time.”

“I know they do, you stupid fuck,” you deadpanned. “That’s not the reason I’m worried. What if she makes us kiss or something?”

Jeno flicked your forehead and replied, “You are the stupid fuck. Do you really think she’s going to make us profess our love for each other in a random supermarket aisle?”

Okay, so maybe you were the stupid fuck. “Fine,” you finally said.

“Ah! Jeno and Y/N. What a surprise!” a voice chirped.

You turned around to see Mrs. Kim smiling at the two of you. “Hello,” you greeted and bowed. “Nice to see you.”

“You too. Well, I’ll be on my way now and leave you to it. I just wanted to stop by to say hello.”

You watched her wave you goodbye and walk away. “I think I was overreacting,” you mused.

Jeno snorted. “No shit.”

You smacked his shoulder and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt again, your free hand pushing the shopping cart in front of you. “Shut up and let’s go. I need tampons.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Jeno asked, “Is it that time of the month? Is that why you were being so bitchy to me yesterday?”

You shot a glare his way. “Men need to stop asking women if they’re on their period just because they’re being emotional. The former is essentially invalidating the latter’s feelings by asking that question.”

“You started crying and told me to jump off the balcony because I ate your pastry,” Jeno said with a straight face.

Your cheeks warmed. “You had no right to eat it since I was the one who bought it!” you exclaimed. “And I only cried because I hadn’t eaten in twelve hours and looking forward to eating the pastry was the only thing keeping me going.”

Jeno let slip an amused smile as the two of you finally reached the toiletries aisle and came to a stop. “Valid. But I did cook lasagne for you as an apology later on.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, surveying the shelves to find your preferred brand.

Your heart had warmed at the sweet gesture Jeno had made the previous night. One would have uttered a half-assed sorry for having eaten their roommate’s food and moved on.

But not Jeno. He had prepared a hot meal for you and had gone as far as sitting with you on the dining table in case you needed second servings, providing company, and telling you about how his day went.

And it wasn’t just about yesterday. Jeno was the most caring and considerate person you had ever met. He always draped a blanket on top of you when you fell asleep on the couch. Not once did he refuse to let you sleep in the same bed as him when you were suffering from one of your nightmares.

You got food poisoning about a month ago, and Jeno stayed up all night holding your hair back as you hurled the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. He even gave you the homemade medicine his mother used to give him to reduce his stomach ache when he was a kid so you could sleep through the night.

You were finding it harder and harder to keep disliking him, and you were too much of a coward to explore the possibility that maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong about him the entire time.

“And I’m not on my period. I need to have extras because my menstrual cycle can get irregular sometimes,” you explained. “It’s not like I live with a girl anymore. I can’t just knock on my roommate’s door if I start bleeding in the middle of the night and ask for tampons because I’m out of stock.”

“I understand. It’s always wise to be prepared.” Jeno nodded, adding, “Though you can always knock on my door if you’re having a midnight crisis and need help.”

You dropped the packet of tampons in your shopping cart and raised an eyebrow. “Be careful of what you promise, Lee. Craving ice cream at midnight and not having any in the fridge when I’m on my period also counts as a crisis.”

“Then I’ll get it for you,” he replied nonchalantly and shrugged. “I would do anything for you.”

The way Jeno said it—without any hesitation and with full honesty—brought your heart to a standstill. There were no signs of his flirty demeanour, and you could tell he meant every word.

You swallowed. “Thanks—”

Jeno swore, his eyes widening.

You frowned and followed his line of vision to see a pretty girl turning the corner to the toiletries aisle. She was still far away and hadn’t noticed you by the looks of it. “What?”

“One of my exes,” he hurriedly explained, gaze darting around in urgency. “I don’t want to run into her. We need to leave!”

“We’re in the middle of the aisle and she’s approaching us. She’s going to notice you,” you pointed out.

“You think?!” Jeno hissed under his breath. He opened his mouth to say something more but paused when his eyes locked on something behind you. “Janitor’s closet,” he breathed. “Let’s go.”

Without waiting for a reply, he gripped your elbow and tugged you along with him. Throwing the door open to the cramped space, Jeno pushed you inside and pressed himself against you. The entrance closed shut and you were plunged into darkness.

“Why did you take me along with you?” you demanded immediately, your body flush against his and face dangerously close to the crook of his neck.

Jeno was practically caging you with his figure, both his hands braced on the wall on either side of your head. Your own hands were on his chest, preventing him from putting all his weight on you.

He shivered, and it dawned on you that your hot breath was probably fanning his neck. Embarrassed, you tried moving your face away.

However, things were only made worse when your nose accidentally grazed his skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across it.

You froze.

“Stop moving,” Jeno ground out breathlessly. “Stop moving. Please.”

You gulped, doing as you were told. You didn’t dare breathe normally, inhaling minimal amounts of air and taking care to not exhale on Jeno’s skin again.

“I dated her five months back,” he said after a moment. “I thought it would be nice to try to date someone and see what being in a relationship felt like after having had nothing but flings my entire life. We went out for a week till I couldn’t take it anymore. She had issues and got very possessive and insecure. She accused me of cheating on her with Yeji just because I greeted her with a friendly hug when we ran into her on the street.

“I told her there was nothing between us and that Yeji and Jaemin were dating, but she wasn’t ready to believe me. She kept insisting that there was something going on. I dumped her when she said I had no morals and that I would mess around with my best friend’s girlfriend just for kicks.”

You didn’t know what to say. Jeno had never talked to you about any of his lovers, and to now have him open up to you and tell you about his failed attempt at seeking a relationship…

You simply replied, “Lee Jeno has bad taste in women. Who would’ve known?”

A laugh rumbled out of him. “That’s not true. I flirt with you all the time, and I never flirt with women who aren’t my taste. That was just one bad call.”

You snorted, finally shifting and craning your neck to look up at him. “Let’s just settle on you having a bad taste in women except for me.”

Jeno grinned, resting his forehead against yours. “I like that.”

Time seemed to come to a stop as you looked into his eyes. You were suddenly made acutely aware of the proximity between the two of you.

What surprised you was that you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind being nose-to-nose with him and having your body pressed against his. You didn’t mind having him look at you like he wanted to kiss you.

Jeno’s gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and then back up. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes as he started closing the distance between your mouths.

However, before anything could happen, the door to the janitor’s closet was wrenched open.

“Customers are not allowed in the janitor’s closet,” a woman’s voice said. “Please come out.”

Your eyes shot open, and you pushed Jeno out of the small room immediately. “We’re sorry,” you apologised and bowed.

The woman waved you away. “It’s fine. I just needed a rag.”

You discreetly glanced at Jeno as she shuffled through the closet.

And found out he was already looking at you.

You averted your eyes to the shopping cart immediately, warmth rising to your cheeks from the embarrassment of being caught. A moment later, you gasped.

“Hey! Your ex stole my strawberry flavoured Oreos!”

Two weeks had passed since your and Jeno’s almost-kiss in the grocery store.

Neither of you brought it up and went on with your lives. Even the car ride back home that day wasn’t awkward. Jeno had just conversed with you like he always did.

You were taken aback by his casual demeanour and easy return to normalcy but had brushed it away and played along.

If he didn’t want to talk about the electricity between the two of you, fine.

You were fine with pretending he was never going to kiss you. You were fine forgetting the fact that you would have kissed him back. You were fine going back to your usual dynamic.

You were fine ignoring the emotions stirring inside you. You were fine talking to him like you didn’t want to smash your lips against his every time they moved.

You were fine.

“Jeno,” you mumbled sleepily from where you were lounging on the couch. “I’m thirsty. Get me water.”

Said boy narrowed his eyes at you. “Get it yourself.”

It being a Sunday, the two of you were having a Marvel movie marathon. It had become like some sort of roomie tradition in the two months you were living with him. You always spent Sundays together.

He was sprawled on the other side of the couch, wearing grey sweats and a black hoodie. You were lying next to each other, your legs on one side of his head and his legs on one side of yours.

“Oh, come on,” you groaned. “Why can’t you get it? I do things for you all the time.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jeno asked, “Oh, yeah? Like what.”

“Um,” you began, “I washed the utensils last night.”

“You didn’t do that for me. You did that because the arrow on the chore chart landed on your name.”

“I ordered the pizza some time back.”

“You didn’t do that for me either. You ordered it because you were hungry.”

You scowled. “Fine, I can’t think of anything right now. Just get me some goddamn water, please. It’s rude to refuse someone when they request water, you know.”

His face remained unimpressed, so you added, “I’ll do anything you want if you get me some.”

A sly smirk took form on Jeno’s lips. “Anything? Wow, you must be feeling very lazy then.”

Rolling your eyes, you poked his shoulder with your foot. “Go.”

“No,” he retorted, lightly nudging your cheek with his own foot.

“Hey!” you protested, pushing his leg away. “That’s disgusting!”

“You started it.”

“I jabbed your shoulder, not put my fucking foot in your stupid face!”

“Okay,” he popped, bringing his foot near your face and hovering it above your nose.

Annoyed, you wrapped your fingers around his ankle and shoved his leg away again. You didn’t give him the chance to annoy you with his foot again and instead pressed your own against his face, covering the entirety of his nose and forehead.

“How does that feel?” you snickered.

Jeno slapped your leg away and glared daggers at you. You laughed.

Suddenly, his lips morphed into a smirk, and before you could figure out what was happening, Jeno kicked you off the couch.

He didn’t hit you hard enough to hurt—it was just a little push—but you had been completely unprepared.

You toppled over the side and crashed to the floor, a groan leaving your mouth as pain shot up your body.

Your temper flared when Jeno taunted, “How does that feel?”

“You motherfucker!” you growled, ignoring the dull throbbing in your abdomen and pushing yourself to your feet. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”

His eyes widened, and he jumped off the couch at the exact moment you hurled yourself at him. Your face smashed against the cushions.

Jeno let out a barely restrained wheeze at the sight—one that transformed into a yelp not even a moment later as you charged at him.

Dodging you again, he made a beeline for the bedrooms. You ran after him, almost tripping on a bathmat that was placed outside the toilet.

You wedged your knee between Jeno's room’s door and its frame right as he made to slam it shut.

You pushed at it with all your might but were met with just as much force from the other side.

“How are you as strong as me?!” Jeno exclaimed when the door began opening instead of closing.

You clicked your tongue at his words. “As strong as you? I grew up with a brother, lover boy. I’m stronger.”

You gave the door one last push, squeezing through when there was enough space for your body.

Jeno jumped away, taking a step backward as you took one forward. Laughing nervously, he asked, “Irrelevant, but you sounded very sexy saying you were stronger than me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Ah, yes, hearing the truth is rather sexy.”

The back of Jeno’s knees finally hit the edge of his bed and you smiled evilly. Cracking your knuckles, you said, “Nowhere to go.”

“Okay, I get that you’re trying to scare me, but all you’re doing is turning me on.”

You paused. “What? But Jaemin was always intimidated by this.”

Jeno snorted. “Well, he’s your brother so it can’t really affect him in the way it’s affecting me. It would be very, very disturbing if it did.”

Your cheeks heated, and you squeaked, “Oh.”

Chuckling, Jeno took a step towards you and tucked a stray strand of your messy hair behind your ear. “You’re cute.”

You looked into his eyes, taking in the way they twinkled with the remnants of his laughter. You found yourself drowning in them—found yourself wanting to drown in them.

With a jolt, you realised you never got over him. Jeno had been and still was your first love.

Noting the change in your expression, the wide smile on his face transformed into something softer. The hand he had brought up to get your hair out of your face went to your cheek to cup it.

Brushing his thumb against your cheekbone, Jeno started lowering his face to yours. But before his lips could meet yours, the shrill ring of the doorbell reverberated through the house.

The pizza.

Jeno halted and then began pulling away to go answer the door. You didn’t allow him to leave you though.

No, you were done waiting for him to kiss you only to be interrupted by people.

You grabbed the collar of his hoodie and tugged him towards you, smashing your mouth against his without a moment’s hesitance. Jeno’s hands remained suspended in the air, his lips unmoving against yours.

It didn’t take more than a second for him to get over the initial shock of your sudden bold move.

Jeno’s hand cupped your cheek again, the other one going to the small of your back to press you closer against him. You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your mouth harder against his.

A thousand emotions exploded inside you, the intensity of how much you had been craving him hitting you like a giant wave.

Tilting his neck to the side, Jeno deepened the kiss. His tongue swiped over your lower lip in silent request. You obliged and opened your mouth for him, allowing him to take complete control.

Jeno kissed you with the kind of passion and desperation you’d only read about in romance novels. The way he was holding you and the way his lips were moving with yours in perfect sync had you going weak in your knees.

You stumbled back when Jeno’s kiss turned hungrier. Your back hit the wall at the same time the doorbell rang again.

Both of you ignored it, but Jeno paused long enough to whisper into your mouth, “Jump.”

Your heart lurched out of your chest and a shiver ran down your spine at how deep and hoarse his voice had become. You did as you were told and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Jeno placed his palms on the underside of your thighs and hoisted you upwards. You were towering over him now, which meant you could easily control the kiss if you wanted.

And you did.

You ran your hands through his hair and tugged at the silky strands, eliciting a groan from him. Not wasting any time, you took the opportunity to shove your tongue inside his mouth.

It was time Lee Jeno knew you were a great kisser.

However, before you could do anything and before things could escalate, a voice thundered, “I can hear the TV inside, so I know you’re home! Open this door right now or I will splatter the pizza on your goddamn threshold!”

You winced and pulled away, glancing at the door. “I guess we should get that.”

A vein twitched in Jeno’s forehead at the interruption, but he sighed and put you down again. “This isn’t over.”

You shivered at his tone and wrapped your arms around yourself. As much as you didn’t want it to be over, there were things you and Jeno needed to discuss.

History you needed to talk about, and misunderstandings you needed to clear.

“I think—I think we need to talk. Before anything else happens,” you said quietly.

Jeno’s gaze softened, the desire swirling in his orbs beginning to dissipate. “Yeah. We do—”

“Okay, that is it! I fucking quit this stupid ass job. I am so tired of people treating me like absolute shit. Fuck you!”

The sound of the door being kicked and something squishing followed the delivery boy’s outburst.

You glanced at Jeno. “I don’t think he was bluffing about splattering our pizza.”

“No, he wasn’t,” he agreed. “I’m not cleaning that.”

“Hey! I let you kiss me!”

Jeno scoffed and raised an eyebrow in amusement. “You didn’t let me kiss you. You made me kiss you.”

You passed him a dirty look. “Like you didn’t kiss me back and enjoy it.”

Grinning, Jeno said, “That was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. You’ve truly outdone yourself, Y/N.”

“You’ve always underestimated me, Lee. You should probably clean the mess outside our door as an apology.”

“How kind of you to allow me to make it up to you.” He rolled his eyes.

You laughed and looped your arm through his. “Let’s go. I’ll help you out.”

You weren’t big on talking about the past or your feelings.

You didn’t like thinking about the former a lot. Yes, you were sort of petty and held grudges but that was different.

Whereas for the latter... you’d tried talking about them to your parents when you were in high school, but it had ended up in a huge argument instead of a healthy discussion.

You were already an extremely reserved and closed-off person, and to have your feelings invalidated by the very people who gave birth to you had been like a dagger to your heart. You’d almost run away from home that night.

You never tried opening up to anyone again. Not to your brother and not even to Yeji.

But somehow, Jeno had wormed his way into your heart in the matter of a few months. Somehow, he had broken past your barriers and changed your entire opinion of him.

“Why did you push me away?”

Okay, so maybe telling Jeno you needed to talk was not a good idea. Something about finally confessing to him made you want to hide under your blanket. Perhaps you were embarrassed and slightly scared—how do you tell someone you’ve behaved with so rudely that you loved them?

You laughed nervously. “How about I ask you stuff first? Ladies first, am I right?”

To be honest, you had nothing you wanted to ask him. All you wanted to do was give him the explanation he deserved but talking about the past was turning out to be harder than you thought.

Jeno leaned back in his seat and crossed his hands over his chest. The two of you were back on the couch, done with cleaning the pizza spilled on your threshold.

A blanket was draped over your lap and the TV was finally switched off. You’d never seen Jeno so serious, and while you weren’t intimidated, it felt weird not seeing a goofy smile on his face.

“This is not going to work unless you’re willing to talk, Y/N,” he said. “You can ask your questions later. Answer mine first.”

You took a shuddering breath and nodded, tearing your gaze from him. You couldn’t confess when he was looking at you like that—like you and what you wanted to say were the only things that mattered.

“Uh,” you began, licking your lips. “I—I liked you.”

Not the truth, but not a lie either. Technically, you had liked him. Technically, you had pushed him away because he didn’t like you back. You’d only realised you loved him a year later.

“Let me get this straight.” Jeno furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward. “You pushed me away because you liked me?”

You blushed. God, explaining this was so much more embarrassing than you had thought.

“Back when I was in eighth grade, I really liked you. And I thought you liked me back. I was going to confess, but then I saw you flirting and laughing with this girl outside my house one day, and realised I was no different than her. I had fallen for your words just like she had. You had just been flirting with me as you had been with her. You didn’t actually have any feelings for me. The realisation sort of knocked me off my feet. I couldn’t believe I had been so naive. I couldn’t believe I was stupid enough to not be able to differentiate between flirting and modesty. I couldn’t believe I allowed myself to be vulnerable. I couldn’t believe I let myself think you felt something for me.

“I wasn’t as angry at you as I was at myself. I just—I just took it all out on you. I realised a little too late that I was being unfair. That it wasn’t your fault you didn’t feel anything for me. We cannot control things like that; the heart wants what it wants.

“I didn’t particularly like pushing you away, but it was just easier to hate you than explain everything. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t tell if Jeno was still breathing by the time you were done. There was a faraway look in his eyes, and he was clutching a pillow in his lap, his knuckles near white.

“Say something,” you pleaded. The silence was deafening, and he wasn’t reacting. It was almost like Jeno’s entire body had turned to stone.

He finally looked at you. “You liked me,” he whispered. “You liked me in eighth grade.”

He deserved the complete truth, you decided. It didn’t matter if you were scared or nervous. Lee Jeno deserved to know everything. This was going on for way too long and it was time everything was out in the open.

You bit your lip and nodded once. “And then a year later, I realised I had been in love with you.”

Jeno looked like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. “When did you get over me?” he asked with much difficulty, his voice hoarse.

“I didn’t,” you said quietly. You didn’t have the courage to look for his reaction, so you stared at your lap instead. “I thought I did, but after rooming with you and getting to know you in a more personal way, I realised I didn’t.”

You finally looked at him. “I’m still in love with you, Lee Jeno.”

Jeno’s hands were shaking, and his face had turned pale. “You’re in love with me.”

“I am.”

He laughed in disbelief, running his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe this. You love me. You’ve been in love with me ever since I have been in love with you and—”

“What?” you breathed, your heart stopping inside your chest. “What did you just say?”

Jeno froze, as if he hadn’t really known what he was saying and had only realised what he had let slip when you interrupted him.

He swallowed, clamping his hands together to stop them from shaking any further. “I’ve been in love with you since tenth grade.”

“That’s not possible,” you said, shaking your head and getting up from your seat. You took a step away from him, needing more space. “That can’t be. You—you were flirting with that girl and—”

Jeno shook his head, standing up as well. “No, not then. After you began giving me the cold shoulder. After you started pushing me away and began acting like you despised my very existence. It killed me. It killed me to be hated by you. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. I lost sleep trying to figure out what had changed. No one had ever affected me so much. I thought—I thought it was because you were Jaemin’s sister. I thought it was because I didn’t want someone I had grown up with to hate me. But when you went to the school dance with that piece of shit boy from ninth grade… I knew. I knew I loved you. I didn’t know when and how those feelings had developed, but I knew I loved you and you didn’t love me back.”

There were tears forming in Jeno’s eyes and he was shaking all over. You didn’t think it was possible for him to break your heart again, but the sight of him being so vulnerable—it cleaved your heart in two.

“I got so jealous that day because he was the one touching you and holding you and dancing with you, not me. And when he kissed some other girl behind the bleachers while you waited for him… I lost it. I dragged him to an empty classroom and beat the shit out of him for taking you for granted.”

You were gaping. You had no idea about any of this. You remembered being stood up by the boy who took you to the dance. He had gone to get you soda but had never come back. Instead, Donghyuck, one of Jeno’s friends had come to inform you that he would be taking you back home.

“And now that you’ve told me about—about everything, I realise I took you for granted too. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”

You didn’t know what to say. What to think.

“But,” you said after a long while. “But you kept flirting with other women. Kept hooking up with them. If you loved me the entire time… why?”

Jeno laughed bitterly. “You hated me, Y/N. I had feelings for you, yes, but at the end of the day, none of them mattered. I thought things were never going to go back to the way they were before. All those women, those meaningless hook-ups—they were distractions. A way for me to get over you. But I never did. I couldn’t even stomach getting into a real relationship with someone else while I was still in love with you. Not only would that be unfair to them, but it would be to me too. I completely gave up trying to move on after my first and only failed relationship. Annoying you was the only way I could get you to talk to me. And I was content having that little bit of interaction. I couldn’t have survived the silent treatment again.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. You had to hold onto the wall beside you to keep from sliding down to the ground. The weight of his revelations was crushing you.

Lee Jeno had broken your heart once, but you had broken his over and over and over again. All because of a few misunderstandings and some miscommunication.

“I—I don’t know what to say,” you whispered. “I had no idea.”

“You don’t need to say anything,” he said softly, taking a step towards you. “We made mistakes, and I think we can learn from them. I think we can try to be better in the future. If there is one.”

Even after everything that had come out in the open, even after everything you had confessed, there was uncertainty in Jeno’s eyes.

As if he still didn’t believe you could be his.

You crossed the distance between the two of you in two long steps and cupped his cheeks in both hands.

“There is,” you whispered and stood on your tiptoes, placing your lips on his.

The action seemed to snap some kind of hold Jeno had on himself. A small whimper left his mouth, and he wrapped his hands around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

You put an arm around Jeno’s neck and pressed your mouth harder against his.

However, he detached your lips before things could go further and rested his forehead on yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “So, so much.”

You smiled, placing a soft butterfly kiss right under his eye. “I love you too.”

“Let me get this straight,” Yeji gaped. “You and Jeno are dating?”

You rolled your eyes. “For the hundredth time, yes.”

Your entire group was gathered in the cafe you usually hung out at. You and Jeno had decided to invite Yeji and Jaemin for brunch and break the news of your relationship to them.

It had been a week since the two of you had confessed to each other. You’d spent the remainder of Sunday in each other’s arms and had slept in the same bed every night of the week. As if that much intimacy was not enough, you spent every free moment together.

You realised you and Jeno had turned into those overly lovey-dovey couples who behaved like they couldn’t live without each other. You used to laugh at them, but now, you didn’t give a flying fuck about being categorised with them.

You and Jeno had lost so much time already.

Both of you had thought it would be wise to hold off telling Yeji and Jaemin about your relationship for some time. It was mostly because you didn’t want to tell them what had brought you together. That part of the story was only yours and Jeno’s to know.

“I still don’t understand how,” Jaemin said. “I mean, yeah, Yeji and I used to tease you guys and say how good you would be together, but we never really thought you would actually start dating.”

You grinned and looked at Jeno, slipping your hand into his under the table. “Neither did we.”

“Jaemin,” Yeji gasped. “Do you see that? She’s looking at him like she loves him!”

You inwardly cringed.

“Yeah, uh,” Jeno sheepishly laughed. “She kind of does. And so do I. Love her, I mean. She loves me and I love her.”

The cupcake Jaemin had picked up to eat slipped out of his hand and tumbled to the ground. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Yeji laughed nervously. “Hold the fuck up. I thought you guys got together so that you could get rid of all the sexual tension between you and because you found each other attractive.”

Before either of you could answer, Jaemin screeched, “Sexual tension?! What sexual tension? Lee Jeno, you better not have fucked my sister—”

“Jaemin!” you snapped, colour rising to your cheeks. “Shut up!”

Laughing, Jeno reassured his best friend, “I haven’t. And don’t worry; I’ll ask you before I make a move.”

You whipped your head to look at Jeno incredulously. “You don’t need to ask Jaemin anything! You want to fuck me, you ask no one but me.”

Your boyfriend smirked at you, placing a soft kiss on your jaw. “Eager, are we?”

“Don’t pull that shit in front of me, Jeno,” your brother warned. “Stop touching my sister.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Wow.” Yeji sighed dreamily and clapped her hands together before you could snap at Jaemin. “I’m so glad my ship is finally sailing. I guess it was a good thing Y/N never found an apartment, after all.”

“Yeah,” Jaemin agreed. “I don’t like the thought of Y/N dating and getting touchy with anyone, but the fact that it’s my best friend makes things easier.”

“I’m not a kid, Jaemin,” you said exasperatedly.

“Sure, you are,” he snorted. “You still haven’t had your first kiss.”

You gave your brother a pitiful look. “I hate to break it to you, but I had my first kiss at fourteen. And I’ve kissed a lot of people even after—”

“I can’t listen to this,” Jaemin announced and got up from his seat. “I will not listen to this. I will stay delusional and keep thinking of you as an eight-year-old who needs to be protected by her strong older brother.”

“I handed your ass to you three months back,” you pointed out.

“I will stay delusional,” Jaemin repeated loudly. “Yeji, let’s go. Y/N is not as innocent as I thought she was. I can’t even look at her right now.” Then, he pointed at you, his eyes still on his own girlfriend. “I will see you again in three to four business days. I hope you think about what you’ve done.”

You rolled your eyes again.

“And you.” Jaemin moved his finger to point at Jeno. “If you hurt my sister, I will hunt you down and kill you.”

Jeno pressed his lips together to stop them from tugging up in a smile. “Understood, sir.”

And just like that, your brother marched out of the cafe. Yeji looked at you with an apologetic expression.

“I can fix him.”

You and Jeno burst into laughter.