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monikafilefan · 8 months

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Jingle Bells and Jealousy 1

I realized I never shared my newest fic I wrote on Christmas Eve here. There’s 2 chapters: 1 in Mulder’s pov and 2 in Scully’s.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on, our troubles will be out of sight

Mulder scoffs as he draws the final insidious lines onto the smiling image of Santa Claus in front of him.

“Better,” he chuckles wryly.

The black ballpoint’s ink bleeds through the red and white dessert plate where the now new and improved Santa stares up at him. He blows cookie crumbs and remnants of pecan pie off his paper plate to get a good look at his masterpiece. The cookies were bland, but the pie hit the spot.

He feels overdressed and uncomfortable next to coworkers in ugly Christmas sweaters surrounded by tinsel by the pound. Good pie just might be the highlight of the night, Mulder muses sourly.

In a surprising turn of events while wrapping up a post X-File department budget meeting with Skinner this morning, Scully had confirmed that, yes, she was planning to attend the Bureau’s annual Christmas party for the first time in a long time. Mulder almost laughed at her joke — seeing as how they’d both agreed years ago that holiday parties could only serve to further ridicule their spooky department of two — before Skinner boldly stated that he’d hoped to see her there with her plus one. And to Mulder’s utter shock, Scully had blushed, avoided his probing gaze, and nodded. Scully had a date? His jaw had clenched so hard his teeth hurt. From there, Mulder’s plans to spend a quiet Christmas break on his couch with his pretty partner and a carton of Beijing beef had crumbled quicker than the pie crust now littering his lap.

Through the years, we all will be together

If the fates allow

Sinatra croons about fated happiness throughout the Hoover’s reception hall as Mulder slumps further in his seat. He’s only been here a half an hour and already regrets coming. The only plus side is that Diana and Spender are out of town on a case — an X-File, and aren’t here to silently mock his bullpen misery. If Scully hadn’t dropped a last minute bomb about attending this bureaucratic shindig, he sure as hell wouldn’t have either. Should have saved himself the embarrassment, he knows. He should’ve gone for a run instead of stewing in his apartment for three hours before changing his mind and frantically dusting off his tux he didn’t need for front row seats to a waking nightmare cheerfully playing out in front of him.

He isn’t sure his heart can handle what his eyes cannot get enough of: Dana Scully is absolutely gorgeous. Though, she’s always been pretty to him. Even when she emerges from her one star motel room at five a.m., sleepy-eyed and grumpy, rolling her eyes at his new case glee, Fox Mulder is wholly enamored.

But now… Christ. It must be his sorrow kicking him while he’s down again, because Scully has never been more beautiful. The green, form fitting cashmere cardigan looks so good on her with its top two buttons undone and something red and lacy peeking out underneath. It’s festive, flirty. The fine lines of her collarbones rise and fall in time with her shoulders as she sips her wine amongst the crowd. But her luminous appearance is hardly the attribute that attracts him to his partner the most. Her mind, her stubbornness, her heart… all of her has made him fall foolishly and dangerously in love.

And she looks happy without him.

Mulder sighs, sick to his stomach. He doesn’t deserve her attention anyway. His attitude pretty much proved that in the bullpen earlier tonight…

They leave the meeting with Skinner in a blur as Mulder silently reels at the implication of Scully dating, feeling the invisible noose of self-deprecation squeezing tighter.

“I thought you were going to conveniently miss that budget meeting,” Scully comments when they enter the nearly empty bullpen. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Where you, go I go,” he casually admits, trying not to sound as possessive as he feels right now. Because it’s the truth and the promise he’d silently made on his knees as he’d sobbed by her bedside in the Oncology ward.

She huffs a laugh. “Is that an early New Year’s resolution?”

“Not really new.” Mulder flops down in his chair and contemplates further, watching her fiddling with the mess on his tiny desk. He wants to just ask if she’s seeing someone. If she’s finally gotten sick of his shit and moved on, but for the first time in his life, he isn’t sure he wants the truth. “So you’ve decided to attend the Christmas party this year?”

Scully stops stacking files of neglected background checks and gives him a meaningful look. “I have.”

“You don’t think this is just another way to punish us, or you, if you go?” He whispers while pointing a pencil toward Kersh’s office across the hall. “You know how they operate up here.”

“Does enjoying a little Christmas music and conversation really seem like discipline to you?”

“Yes,” he says immediately.

“There’s pie,” she teases, pulling his discarded invitation he never read from the recycling bin and sliding it enticingly across the desk.

As much as he is itching to know more about her party plans, playing cool, calm, and collected feels less desperate. So he feigns disinterest and shrugs, “You know I’m picky about pie.”

Scully cocks her head and crosses her arms. “There’s me.”

“And you’re standing right here like always,” he offhandedly adds, hating his forced indifference more with every dismissive word that rolls off his tongue.

“Like always,” she mumbles. And out of the corner of his eye, he sees her shoulders slump, her arms falling limply to her sides. “Where I go, you go, but not if it includes socializing above subterranean territory?”

Something about the snide way she says that irritates him. Scully’s been just as pissed off about their reassignment to shit duty as he is and has never complained about being in the bowels of the basement with him. Not once.

Whatever reign he’d had on his internal turmoil snaps.

He spins around in his chair and points the pencil at her accusingly. “Am I too much of a loner for you now, is that why you’re bringing a plus one?” he hisses. “A date?”

“Excuse me?” A wave of anger rises within her sea blue eyes. Brow arched, she opens her mouth to rip him a new one he definitely deserves, but then seemingly reconsiders within earshot of others, tilting her head instead. “So what if I am?” she prods, sharp as a scalpel.

It’s unfair, he knows. His agitation and accusation. She’s never mentioned dating anyone before. Has never given him a reason to ask if she was, but the sudden white-hot flare of jealousy in his chest hurts more than her “oh brother” response to his recent love confession than he could have imagined.

Scully is staring at him like she wants to shove him against a wall and choke him with his tie. Mulder’s gut twists.

He tosses the pencil and stands. “Scully, I’m sorr-”

She holds up a halting hand.

“I’m going to the party tonight, Mulder.” Her voice is soft, a little shaky. “With or without you.”

Before Mulder can say another word, Scully turns on her heel and walks out of the bullpen, leaving him alone with a lump in his throat.

Now, Mulder’s heart hammers in time with the beat of the “Little Drummer Boy” echoing off the Bureau’s walls.

He had thought he could handle this soul-crushing feeling of heartbreak when he’d decided to come. He’d told himself he could push his own feelings aside for Scully’s happiness and show up to prove to her he’s really not a hermit intentionally holding her back in life. To remind her that he will do any thing for her. But now, confronted with the reality of her hand caressing another man’s forearm in a room riddled with mistletoe, he finds the sight of it is like a tabloid headline at a gas station checkout people are too ashamed to buy but can’t help indulging in a quick flip-through. Goddammit! His fists clench along the snowflake tablecloth. Like a train wreck, he cannot look away.

“Devil horns on Santa Claus, Mulder?” A.D. Skinner scolds wearily from over his shoulder.

Mulder startles and tears his eyes away from the woman he loves. He should have known he couldn’t wallow at a party in peace. “It’s Krampus, sir.”

“Looks about as cheerful as you do,” Skinner retorts.

Mulder pushes his defiled plate aside. “If I hear one more song about old Saint Nick, I might stuff my ears with marshmallows.”

“As much as you may deserve it after blowing the quarterly budget; again, a party isn’t a punishment, Mulder. Even when you’re off the files.”

The increasing ache in Mulder’s chest disagrees.

“You sound like Scully.”

“Then maybe you should listen.” Skinner nods toward Scully at the opposite side of the room. She’s smiling brightly as the same good-looking agent with dark skin and a gleaming grin hands her a glass of wine. “Agent Scully seems to be enjoying herself.”

“She deserves it,” Mulder mumbles moodily, doing a piss-poor job of ignoring the green-eyed Grinch gnawing a hole in his gut. And it doesn’t make it any less true, his closest, most cherished friend deserves the best.

“She’s said the same thing about you, you know,” Skinner huffs and shakes his head. The twinkling lights decorating the reception hall reflect off his boss’s scalp like a skin-colored disco ball. “Go on, show your tux a good time. Drink some eggnog, make some bullpen buddies. You know, live a little.”

“Dunno, Skinman. Sounds like a bad idea to me.”

“Jesus, Mulder.” Skinner reaches over and snags one of the bundles of mistletoe taped to the hall’s wall and shoves it into Mulder's palm. “Here, consider it my gift to you.”

“Uh,” Mulder blinks. “You shouldn’t have, sir.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Skinner rolls his eyes and pokes at the plastic flower. “For your partner. You know, the woman who — by some miracle, insists on defending you at every turn over the last six years. The same woman I overheard decline multiple dance offers already because of you.”

“How much punch have you had, sir? Because I saw Tom Colton pour a bottle of Jim Beam in there earlier.” Still, his hopeful eyes scan the crowd in search of Scully’s beckoning ones. But her back is turned, her date brazenly tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. Mulder’s heart sinks to his shoes. “She couldn’t have said that about me.”

“Does she really have to?” Skinner asks incredulously.

Mulder tsks and flicks a stray chocolate chip across the table. “Considering she’s here with someone else and has ignored me since I walked in, I’d say so.”

“Well, even I know when your partner’s annoyed with you. More than usual, anyway.” Mulder can only shrug at the big man’s statement. He’s not wrong. “You didn’t tell her you were coming, did you?”

“No, I wasn’t planning to show up at all. Not until-” Mulder stops and groans, his last vestige of hope fading faster than his will to be here.

“Until you were you and jumped to conclusions without supporting evidence? Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“The supporting evidence is currently palming my partner’s back,” Mulder grumbles under his breath as dark thoughts invade his brain. “You heard her in your office,” he says loud enough for Skinner to hear this time. “She’d planned to bring a date before I even knew she was coming.”

Skinner side eyes him. “How do you know she wasn’t talking about you?”

Mulder ponders that prospect as the festive music makes his head pound. He and Scully are in an emotional stalemate as of late. Both treading lightly, trying not to hurt each other, and he fears he's doing a shit job of it. It’s been a domino of disasters between Antarctica and his heated hallway confession, being booted from the files, the Diana debacle, and with Kersh breathing down their necks more and more has undoubtedly tugged hard on their tethered partnership. Mulder would be lying if he said he isn’t worried about losing her more than ever.

“Look, Scully and I are friends,” he responds solemnly. “Best friends. And yeah, I… well, you seem to already know,” he admits in defeat. Somehow, Mulder isn’t embarrassed to confess the unplatonic pull toward his partner to Skinner. His endless love for Scully is practically screaming at this point. “But I’m me. And she…”

“You’re too smart to be this stupid,” Skinner mutters, exasperated.

“Hey,” Mulder scoffs. “She has a date who looks to be the exact kind of man her family would love to see sweep her off her feet. Anyway, I don’t ever want to be the reason she can’t have what makes her happy.”

“For Christ’s sake, Mulder,” Skinner leans down close. “Last month Agent Scully put her ass — and mine — on the line without a second thought to rescue yours from the Bermuda Triangle for a reason. And that’s just one of the recent stunts she's pulled that could’ve cost her her job, and her life. The crazy thing is, I don’t think she cares as long as you’re by her side in the end.”

Mulder clears his rapidly thickening throat to speak, but Skinner shoots him his Shut The Hell Up And Listen look.

“And you’re sulking?” Skinner continues, chuckling to himself. “I know you’re angry about your reassignment. Rightfully so, but now is not the time to show it. You’ve gone head to head with Cancer Man, jumped off a bridge and onto a moving train — and whatever other insane things you’ve done behind my back, let alone Kersh’s, so I know you’re brave enough to haul your ass across this room and enjoy yourself.”

Mulder can’t help but smirk. “Now that’s a pep talk.”

Skinner loosens his candy cane striped tie as his eyes search the crowded room.

“I’ve never known two people so irritatingly stubborn in my life. Consider this my gift to you. Go ask Agent Scully to dance, and apologize for… well, everything, and use that mistletoe for God’s sake.” He slaps a heavy hand on Mulder’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “She’s waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass. Don’t blow it.”

Mulder’s mouth hangs open as the A.D. saunters off through the crowd with an unusual pep in his step. If Mulder didn’t know better, he’d think his boss just offered him fatherly advice. He scrubs his hands over his eyes and catches a familiar flash of red hair across the room, feeling a rush of renewed bravery take hold. The big man is right. What the hell is he doing torturing himself instead of seeking out the reason he’s come here?

He wipes the crumbs from his lap and weaves his way through the throng of buzzed and festive Feds. It looks like Kris Kringle threw up Christmas itself here. There are decorations everywhere. As Mulder rounds a corner to follow Scully out into the hallway, an upbeat song blares through the speaker near his ear.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time

A group of women in red velvet and green lace bump into him and ask him to dance, tell him how good he looks in a tux, but Mulder doesn’t care. Not when Scully is fifteen feet in front of him, talking awfully close with the man Mulder now recognizes as another new agent in the lab. Her handsome, science nerd date with his hands gently cupping Scully’s arms, smiling sweetly at her as she nods up at him. Mulder freezes. With breath caught in his chest, he watches by the wayside in horror as the man seemingly leans down and presses a lingering kiss to Scully’s upturned lips.

What a bright time, it's the right time

To rock the night away

Mulder’s heart nearly stops.

An explosion of emotion flares in his gut. Frustration, sadness, disappointment… Anger. Anger at himself, at the lucky bastard kissing his one in five billion. He grits his teeth, swallows hard against the molten burn of it all, and turns around before Scully sees the misery on his face.

Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet

That's the jingle bell

Maybe this is what was supposed to happen tonight: fate telling him he deserves whatever shitty cards he’s dealt. But fuck, he loves her. He loves her fiercely and wants her to be happy. Whether it’s with him, or someone else, it shouldn’t matter as long as she’s living a life she chooses. A life she deserves.

It shouldn’t matter, but goddammit, it does.

So Mulder tamps down tears, and walks away.

That’s the jingle bell

He stalks out of the hall and bursts his way through the double doors, relieved to escape into the snow covered streets. He frantically searches his pockets for his car keys when his fingers get caught on the mistletoe’s hard plastic petals. Instantly, his nose stings and eyes water. He’s not sure if it’s from the pain of his heart shattering or the icy December air. He doubts it matters.

He doubts anything does, anymore.

That’s the jingle bell rooock

#msr fanfic #romance #angst #christmas #multi chap fic

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peaktora · 2 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗 ˚◞♡ ⃗ aki hayakawa

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ a day off is all you two needed. a day away from denji and power, a day away from the troubles of the world and it’s future. and today, was that day.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.8k words. cursing. an unbelievable amount of fluff. implied suggestive themes. no pronouns used or specified gender.

a/n. — i think i put a lil too much filler for the beginning but i was told it's fine, first time writing for my fav 🫶🏽🫶🏽 !!

used a prompt from the best : @creativepromptfills

through the open window, the night is filled with city lights, gorgeous smiles, and laughter that reaches aki's light, icy ears. it's one of those evenings when he's content inside his four walls, and the wind feels soft, almost ticklish, on his skin. the rest of the world, all of his worries, were gone. as his brain started to lose consciousness, his eyes got heavy.

and though, while preferring to stay up to savor the moment, he allowed himself permission to sleep.

because being a devil hunter required a lot of effort. it takes a toll on your body, both mentally and physically. prioritizing the lives of citizens before your own wasn’t an easy task either. hell, he had just as much of a purpose and need to return home as they did.

occasionally, he wished that everyone was a devil hunter so they could all survive on their own. yet, he’s aware that only insane people would take the initiative to approach such monsters. and they have great reason to.

death was a constant threat in that line of work, and you never knew when it would be your last. the missions became more difficult, and he sometimes had to lie to you about how dangerous they would be (though he would never admit it).

but, that’s a rare occasion.

he told you anything without any hesitation, fulfilling your requests for trust. moreover, he fulfilled your request for him to spend time with you and be there for you when he could.

you valued quality time as much as he did, and after two months of nonstop work, he finally got a day off.

a blinding light pierced the door's thin crack, luring him out of his trance. he forced himself to open one eye and look back at the light and its source with a soft grumble.

"are you really this grumpy 24/7?" your voice comes from the doorframe.

there you were, carrying two cups of hot chocolate.

he shifted to sit up against the bedframe, "i'm not grumpy, just sleepy.”

"but for you," you spoke as you approached your boyfriend, "that’ll turn into a deep deep sleep." after placing the two glasses on your nightstand, you sat down next to aki.

“marshmallows, your favorite.”

he replied with actions, ignoring your implication. he stretched his body and grabbed your waist. you laughed as he slid you back into him, spooning you. "my personal favorite."

"I wanna drink my hot chocolate, 'ki." you whine, while aki presses his face deeper into your neck. you try to push him away from your body, but he's set on keeping you there, and he’s doing a hell of a job at it.

you let go and let your body relax, leaving a mark on the black sheet. your fingertips land on his, tracing all skin-layered areas.

over the years, he had softened. even the little laugh wrinkles he had developed could be seen, and the rigid lines in his face were more relaxed. each time you cast a glance at him, you found him to be even more attractive. you couldn't understand why he would choose a job that would tarnish that beauty.

the following few minutes of silence were reassuring. it wasn't awkward; rather, it provided the quality time you two needed after a difficult few months of work.

but, it was time to break it.

no matter how many times aki complains about how much he absolutely hates your pointless games, you continue to play them.

“you like what you see?” you inquired. thinking of whether or not to continue your mission.

his fingers slightly stiffened up.

"always do," he mumbled, pushing his body dangerously close to yours.

was he wearing the clothes you washed yesterday? he had the aroma of newly washed clothes, and the scent of dryer sheets lingered in the air.

"good because I put a lot of effort into placing those marshmallows in a perfect heart," you broke free from his cage, "and I think they sunk in at this point."

you didn't look back when you sat up, but when you did, his "glare" fluttered your heart instead of piercing it. his eyelids were visibly heavy, and small bags were beginning to form.

“you know, the faster you drink this, the faster you get cuddles again.”

he then slowly sat up, offering out his hand. the cup was warmed by you when you slid it into his icy hands.

when he took a sip, you couldn't help but notice how aki's eyes brightened as the liquid moved down his throat and how they lingered on the cup after he put it down. “this is good for using a chocolate box. you chose well."

"well, I also chose you, so I'm really great at this." you replied, taking a sip of your own.

and you couldn't help but feel the same as the same hot liquid passed down your throat.

fuck, did you love these type of nights.

#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ��ก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ #old writing #csm x reader #aki x reader #csm fluff #chainsawman x reader #aki fluff #chainsawman fluff #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #chainsawman #csm aki #aki x you #csm

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navnae · 2 years

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Steve Gives Eddie Advice :)

Short platonic Steddie prompt since we were robbed

To say Eddie was nervous would be an understatement, he genuinely was terrified. A few months ago he came out to the group which turned out to be the best thing he’s ever done. They accepted immediately and later on he realized that he wasn’t the only one in the group who wasn’t straight. That made him at home to know that he had friends to talk to about things like that with.

Not this time.

He didn’t know how to approach this topic in the slightest. For awhile Eddie had his eye on this guy that would always show up to his shows and he found him very attractive. When Eddie got the chance to talk to him that’s exactly what he did. They ended up talking for hours right after his show and the crush that he had on him grew even more. Eddie gave the guy his number hoping that he didn’t give too much of himself too soon. Later that night his phone started to ring and it was the guy from earlier, that entire night they talked until the sunrise. Eddie didn’t like anything cliche but he had to admit that he was head over heels for this guy. Every time they talked he fell harder than before and eventually Eddie really wanted to go out with him. The only thing stopping him from asking is that Eddie has never asked out anyone in his entire life or showed any interest in anyone to even think that far ahead. That would explain why he was standing in front of Steve’s door at 8:00 in the morning. Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about ways to ask and all of them sounded bad so he went to the first person he thought of that was skilled in that department.

Eddie knocked on Steve’s door and waited for him to open it. After a few minutes the door finally opened. Steve was shirtless with his pajama pants on and his hair was messy. Eddie managed to hold back his laugh at the sight of Steve in his sleepy state.

“Munson? Why the hell are you knocking at my door at this time?” Steve asked. His voice was groggy and he rubbed his eyes with his hand before blinking repeatedly. Eddie rolled his eyes then slid past Steve to invite himself in.

“All I need is a few minutes of your time and I’ll be out of your hair.” Eddie planned on making a joke about how messy Steve’s hair was but the already grumpy looking man clearly wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“Okay then,” Steve started. He made his way towards the living room and sat down on one of the couches. Eddie followed right behind him then sat on the couch leaving a large gap in between them. “What brings you here?”

“Well I kind of needed your help with something… I need some advice.” Eddie said shyly. His nerves were kicking his ass right now. He couldn’t stop fiddling with his rings and he kept his eyes on on his lap. Eddie didn’t dare to look at Steve in the eye as he tried to come up with a sentence that made sense. He flinched slightly when he felt Steve’s hand on his shoulder, that’s when he finally looked up to meet his gaze.

“Hey. You know you can talk to me about anything, I’m all ear always.” Steve said softly. He smiled at Eddie as he gave his shoulder a light squeeze then he leaned back removing his hand in the process. Eddie laughed to himself thinking that he was over exaggerating the whole thing. Steve had already accepted him at this point so what was he afraid of. Eddie took a deep breath before he started speaking.

“For some time now I’ve been talking to this guy who always show up to all of my shows. We’ve gotten closer over time and I was thinking about asking him out but I’ve never done that before, shit, I’ve never even been in a relationship before. Long story short I need some advice on how I can properly ask him out without making a fool of myself and you’re the first person that came to mind.” Eddie spoke so fast that Steve could barely comprehend what he said. He sat back and took in the information that Eddie gave him. Eddie was sweating bullets as he waited for Steve to say something. His heart felt like a weight inside his chest that continued to get heavier within seconds.

They sat there in silence for a little bit until Steve clapped his hands together excitedly making Eddie jump from the unexpected sound.

“I am glad to tell you Munson that you have come to the right place! My advice is the best in town and that’s not an exaggeration either.” Steve boasted. Both of them started laughing instantly. Eddie started to feel at ease now that Steve was acting like his usual self. He didn’t know what he expected but he was glad that it wasn’t anything like the thoughts in his head.

“I’m going to assume that this is a rare thing that happens.” Eddie joked. Steve nodded his head quickly.

“This is the first time I’ve ever heard someone ask me for advice without a ‘never mind’ following right after. Probably one of the best days of my life.” Steve admitted proudly. Eddie playfully did a dramatic bow waving his hands all of the place earning a laugh from Steve that came straight from his chest.

“It has been an absolute pleasure doing business with you, Harrington.” Eddie said in an old fashioned way. He even tilted an imaginary hat on his head. Steve did the same thing with his own unviable hat.

“Same here, Munson. Now let’s talk about this dude you have a crush.” Steve wiggled his brows in the most annoying way possible. Eddie started blushing immediately and he desperately tried to hide it but failed miserably.

“God do you have to say it like that.” Eddie mumbled. Obviously he knew he had a crush on the guy the last thing he needed was for that to be emphasized. Steve laughed lightly at his blushing friend who was already in the butterfly phase, Steve knew that one from personal experience.

“Okay I’m done teasing you. First things first do you know what this guy likes to do with his free time or anything that interests him?” Steve haven’t been on a date in awhile but he knew the basics that got him to that point and learning about the other persons interests was a big thing.

Eddie sat there and thought about it. He knew that the guy liked music since he always showed up at his shows. Eddie noticed that he liked dancing too and he had a nice singing vice from what Eddie was able to hear. So basically anything that involved music.

“I know he really likes music and he likes to dance too. I don’t know if that helps you or not but that’s the only thing that I’ve noticed about him that stayed consistent.” Eddie shrugged. Steve nodded his head and it didn’t take long for him to come up with the perfect idea.

“How about you ask him to go with you to a karaoke bar?” Steve suggested. Eddie’s eyes widened.

“A karaoke bar?” Eddie repeated which he really didn’t need to because Steve was being crystal clear.

“Yeah. You know where you can do a little singing and dancing together. Some places will have the option where you can sit down to eat. It’s the perfect place for both of you.” Steve said happily. Eddie thought that would be a good idea and it wouldn’t be a boring days where you’re just sitting down awkwardly together.

“I like the sound of that. How exactly do I ask him though?” Eddie knew he could’ve simply asked like a normal person but he really didn’t want to screw it up.

“This part is kind of tricky because for a lot of people you have to approach them differently depending on who it is. For me personally I would do this,” Steve turned his body towards Eddie and closed the gap on the couch just a little bit. He ran his hand through his hair before looking at Eddie intensely. Eddie tried not to laugh at Steve’s pretty boy charm that was happening right in front of his face. “Hey I know we have been spending a lot of time together lately and I was just thinking that if you aren’t busy we could go to this karaoke bar down the street this weekend, what do you think?”

Eddie stared at Steve completely speechless because did he not realize that he couldn’t pull that off. Steve always made it look so easy to talk to girls without even trying while Eddie would overthink about how to say hello.

“There’s no way you expect me to even try to replicate that.” Eddie said while waving his hands and shaking his head. Steve frowned at Eddie’s words. He didn’t like hearing him down playing himself especially since on stage the confidence that from him was so captivating. Steve knew he didn’t really need his help to ask the guy out technically he already scored him just by knowing that much about interests him.

“It’s not about replicating me it’s more of an example of what works for me. I want you to show me how you would ask. Be yourself and show all that confidence that you have, Munson. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Steve wanted Eddie feel comfortable and not put too much thought into it. Eddie took his time to gather himself then faced Steve just like before.

“Alright here goes nothing. Hey, I heard that there’s an amazing karaoke bar down the street and It’s supposed to be really authentic too. So if you aren’t busy this weekend would you want to go with me?” Eddie said in a low voice that he didn’t even know he could do until now then he flashed a sly smile hoping that he didn’t look ridiculous.

Eddie thought he did something wrong because Steve looked like he saw a ghost then he started screaming. He hit Eddie’s repeatedly arm while shaking his body back and fort. Eddie was past confused at the moment.

“What? What?” Eddie asked as he swatted Steve’s hands away from him. Steve couldn’t stop screaming from excitement.

“That’s it! That’s what I’m talking about Munson I knew you didn’t need my help. If you do exactly what you just did it’s going to be hard for him to resist.“ Steve leaned back on the couch with a wide smile on his face. Eddie felt his face getting hot. He hoped Steve was right.

“I really hope so. Well I know you want to go back to bed so I’ll be on my way then.” Eddie stood up from the couch and Steve did the same. Both of them walked to the door before saying their goodbyes.

“Munson,” Steve said making Eddie turn around fully. Steve had his fist out and he smiled at Eddie softly you. “You know… for good luck.”

Eddie laughed before making a fist with his hand and fist bumped Steve. “Thanks.” Eddie said then he left. Feeling a bit more confident than before and it was all because of Steve being a great friend.

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thesupreme316 · 1 year

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starboy charlie x female reader?? charlie gets stood up on a date but this awful girl and he goes to the reader for support and soon enough they both end up confessing their feelings for each other!! angest turned fluff!!!

The Golden Retriever and The Black Cat (Starboy Charlie x Fem!1Reader):

Word Count: 824

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @hooks-martin for requesting (sorry for taking extremely long on this one). i didn't know anything about Charlie before this but HES A CUTIE! If yall have any requests send em in plz! please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: not proofread, personality of Charlie might not (most likely not) be accurate

Mans with the fluffy hair is a golden retriever

I said it

He was so hyper, cute, funny, caring, and sweet as hell

And you??

You were the black cat to his golden retriever

You were quiet, reserved, antisocial, and introverted

You barely smiled or laugh

What could you say? Opposites attract

He was just different than all the other people you have encountered

And surprisingly the only one you can tolerate

Charlie always made it his goal to make you smile or crack a laugh; that’s what made y’all friends

Now you two always do everything together despite looking like Raven and Starfire

And over time driving around together, supporting each other at events, and learning more about each other

You developed a crush on Charlie

But you always kept it to yourself so you didn’t ruin your friendship

You always thought he deserved better

Someone who could match his energy, someone who could smile just as brightly as him

Not someone who could barely handle the sight of people let alone someone who is the personification of grumpy cat

So….you couldn’t really be mad at him for going out on dates with people

After all, you encouraged him to do so….you were happy to see him venture out and get to know different people

But what you weren’t happy about was seeing him at your hotel room door at 11 PM at night

“Charlie?” You said squinting your eyes at the bright lights in the hallway. Charlie immediately got up from the floor as you continue to say in a sleepy voice, “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on your date.”

“Things changed, can I come in?” He asked in a quiet voice. You moved aside to let him in your room. He turned back to you with a small sheepish smile on his face. “I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“You’re not ruining my night; I’m just confused about why you’re here and you’re supposed to be on your date.”

Charlie sighed, “Somethings came up-"

 “Cut the crap. You look like you’re getting ready to cry and I don’t want you to lie to me. That won’t work out for anyone in this situation.”

Your dear friend sat down on the floor as you looked down at him, he gave another sigh. “She was horrible. She ditched me.”

You sat down next to him, as his eyes were getting glassy and filling with tears. “What happened?”  “She was just talking about herself for the first 10 minutes; her occupation, how she thinks wrestling is stupid, how many men swiped right on her. Then, halfway she said she needs to use the bathroom and she never came back.”

“I’m sorry, she doesn’t deserve you. She’s missing out on a cool person. Don’t sit here and cry over her.”

Charlie wipes his eyes and chuckles, “I don’t know why I’m even crying. She wasn’t my type.”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. “Then why would you go out with her? You could have saved yourself the trip and emotions.”

“I want, well need, to get over my crush. She’s so amazing, beautiful, smart, and funny, but I’m sure that I’m not even her type.”

“Do you know for sure? Like, have you confessed?” You asked. He shook his head no. “Well, then you still have a chance. You need to tell this girl how you feel before deciding to move on to other people. Just let her know.”

Charlie nodded his head and took a deep breath. He turned to you, making you slightly look up at him. “Y/N, I like you.” He said making your eyes widen. “The only reason why I haven’t said anything for the past three years is because I didn’t think you would like me. Or that you deserve much better than me. I’m so sorry that I’ve put you in-“

“Charlie, I like you too.” You cut him off, making him choke on his spit. “I haven’t said anything because I thought you deserved better than me.”

“What do you mean?”  “You deserve someone who is just like you: nice, sweet, hyper, and friendly. To be honest, I’m more like a black cat than a golden retriever to be honest.”

Charlie smiled before taking your hand, “Y/N, I don’t want someone like me. I’m already too much to handle.” He said making you slightly chuckle. “I love how well we complement and balance each other. To be honest, if I was to be an animal, I would be your golden retriever any day every day.”

You kissed his cheek and leaned your head against his shoulder, allowing the walls within your heart to break down for the sun sitting next to you, “And I would love to be your black cat.”

#wrestling fic #wrestling imagine #starboy charlie #starboy charlie x reader

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autisticempathydaemon · 1 year

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hello! for your redacted matchup!

some basic things about me is that i'm just an intj-t and a reserved person and have a lot of difficulty opening up to someone. i also am the stubborn type, trying to solve my problems alone and head on with no breaks. it does lead to a lot of issues where people think i'm too hyper-independent, but we ball and we vibe!

as for your whimsical questions (that i adore btw):

i adore long video essays on youtube! usually about books, drama and social issues around the world. mainly because it's cool to hear about how different people perceive the same piece of media!

i spent most of my life hating my name, so you'd have to put me on gun point to change it. that being said, there was a point in time i wanted to change to something similar to my current name so people can pronounce it easier.

the recent avior video is definitely one of my top fives now! i also adore sam and aviors' healing videos, vega's first video with warden and all of vincent's videos where he gets to act like a dork.

i hope i don't get crucified for this but i really can't see the appeal in lasko. he's too jittery and jumpy and i'm way too impatient to deal with someone like that. i'd still want him as a friend, thought.

as for who i am attracted too platonically, all of the DAMN boys, milo, asher and vincent! they're all too best friend shaped for me.

oh god, when i get tired, i tend to ramble about how people annoy me. i'll be shit talking people in my sleep and i think that's funny!

my go to gas station is circle k and i'd usually get either coffee or a peach quencher!

my favourite playlist rn is my darlin' playlist because it's filled with nostalgic songs for me! (a lot of 90a and early 2000s rap and rnb)

ooooh, my guilty pleasure media would have to be redacted audios! i'm a very basic person when it comes to my media choices so this is literally the "weirdest" thing i listen too!

thank you sososo much for having this event open! do take your time and don't feel pressured to have all of these done! i love you and i hope you have a good day! 💞💞💞

Your INTJ-T (the Turbulent Architect) nature gives me fun Aaron vibes- not that I’d necessarily pair you with Aaron but that you remind me of him… and you know what you and Aaron could use? A cute, bubbly pizza Guy.

The beauty in yours and Guy’s relationship would be the lovely, charming ways you contrast; where you might be introverted and stubborn, Guy is extroverted and open- maybe a little opposites attract sort of thing? He seems the type who could easily draw you out of your shell and become, if not your rock, your safe, happy space.

Also, I think Guy would be so tickled pink to hear you be sleepy and grumpy and gripe about the people who irritate you. He’d love laying next to you and encouraging your mumbling, probably recording silly, nonsensical snippets of it for when he misses you. Guy’d think it’s so cute and sweet how garrulous you can be when it’s just the two of you, and he’d be so proud that he is granted the privilege of experiencing you that way.

Song:

Some people want diamond rings/ Some just want everything/ But everything means nothing/ If I ain't got you, you, you

You just know, without a doubt, that Guy would be a sucker for a good, nostalgic, shower jam, and is there any better than this? It’s classic, it’s simple, it’s cheesy as hell, and Guy absolutely sings it off-key in the car, knowing you’d never skip the track and throw him off his groove when he’s having fun.

Runner-ups:

Leaning more into comparisons than contrasts, I definitely considered David and Aaron for you. David, who is also independent and stubborn, would make himself very available as a rock and foundation for you; he is incredibly dependable, which is very attractive in a partner. Aaron strikes me as having the same MBTI as you, as being similar in that way that would make you fast friends.

Note: I am having a fantastic day, thank you ❣️ I hope you are as well and that this, god willing, made it just a touch better 💖

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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andy-clutterbuck · 2 years

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4x16 | A

#*john marston voice* S I R ⚠️⚠️💥#HMMM YES #Rick Grimes #*#rg #S4 #grumpy and sleepy and attractive as hell #sleepy men are just attractive i don't make the rules #also that was a great shirt #form an orderly line to cosplay as his duty belt #the v of his shirt would be a wonderful place to rest your face #im just sayin #excuse me sir please put your forearms away thank you

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xkotaro16w · 2 years

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Helluuuuu!!! Congrats on 500 followers uwu you deserve it hehe~ anyways may i request the words "Sleeping, Handholding, and Hugging"?? Male reader or gn! Is fine :) thank youuuu~

—𝟻00+ 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝—

Prompt: 4. Hugging, 6. Handholding, 12. Sleeping.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.

CW: Fluff, swearing, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: HEYYAA EJHABMGBAWJMABW THX A LOT ANON OMG ଘ(๑♥‿♥๑)ଓ JAWGJHWBAHB i wrote this when i was sleepy, SO I HOPE THIS IS OK & I HOPE U LIKE IT MABGKWHNAKJWBNLKWNGJ ♡(ﾐ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﻌ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﾐ)ﾉ

4. HUGGING

Let’s talk about this. Tsundere. Lowkey Leona loves to hug you and NEED IT. But he won’t say it, hell no. If you love hugs as well, damn, now he can make it as a reason for him to hug you (even though he’s the same with you). If you uncomfortable with hugs, it’s fine, he’ll ask if he can touch or no. Chill, herbivore.

His hug is warm, also tight. His tail will wrap around one part from your body. He has a huge body, so... You can expect him to be as warm and comfortable as a big teddy bear (just don’t call him that or he’ll be grumpy at you).

And, he prefers to hug you in private. Umm, it’s awkward for him to hug you in public. If you do that, he’ll scoff and ask what are you doing or will call you clingy (look at his tail, he’s happy that you hug him, even though he prefers to do it in private).

As you can see, Leona LOVES and NEEDS hugs. A lot of it. His hug is warm, tight, and comfortable. He could be your new teddy bear now.

It’s too bothersome for him to go home in winter holiday now, he has you and it’ll be a good reason for him not to go home to accompany you here in NRC. That’s what his first thought. Unfortunately, he whines more often from the frigidity.

You look out the window from the nearest chair to see the snow outside your dorm, a loud yawn escapes from his mouth and he pulls the blanket tighter. He becomes more clingy and grumpier than before, also often demands hug and cuddle here and there.

“Fuck- It’s too cold… Herbivore, hurry up, c’mere.”

6. HANDHOLDING

Oh, Leona doesn’t handhold you to be honest. He wraps his tail around one part from your body. He wears that black gloves as well, and it’s often. If you don’t mind to do it with his gloves on, go on then. It’ll be a little bit troublesome if you want him to take it off.

Hm, his palm is rough (because he plays Magift), huge, firm, but... BUT IT’S WARM. You’ll comfortable when you handhold him. Bet. If you’re bold enough to hold his hand out of nowhere, damn, he’ll smirk and tease you for it. But nah, he likes how bold you are.

But... What if you’re too shy to hold his hand? He KNOWS you want it, but this lion is meany... He’ll tease you through his actions. Such as pull his hand away when you’re about to hold it, or perhaps ask you what do you need or what do you want. However, this man KNOWS what do you want.

Overall, Leona isn’t into handholding thing. He prefers to use his tail to wrap around one part from your body. But what if you like it? He’ll grumble when you do it, yet he becomes attracted to it as well.

Lowkey, you know he’s not into handholding, yet you like how warm his palm is. Currently, one of his palms is on the table doing nothing. You keep staring at it because how bad you want to hold his hand.

He could feel your menacing gaze, and he knows what do you want. Being a cruel lion he is, he let you be and teases you more. As you encourage yourself to make the first move, your palm moves on its own to his.

“Hmph. If you want it that bad, why don’t ya ask to my face directly, herbivore?~”

12. SLEEPING

Leona’s favorite activity is SLEEPING. Sleeping became... A date for the two of you since the two of you went out? Well... Now, he couldn’t sleep if you’re not with him. He sleeps like a log. He doesn’t move too much and he looks very peaceful. Actually, he wakes up to a little thing due to how sensitive he is to his surroundings, but he keeps closing his eyes and continue to sleep.

If you sleep like him (doesn’t move too much and peaceful), gosh, he loves it! He WANT to sleep with you everyday now. If you move too much, he’ll hold you still in a tight hug. Squirm all you want, because this lion will hold you and stop you from moving too much. If you have a trouble with sleeping, don’t worry, he’ll try his best to help you!

This is funny buy... What if you snore? He’ll be annoyed by your snoring sounds. Yes. But, hey, he’s used to it now. He won’t let you go even if you sleep with him. Clingy big lion.

And that’s how Leona sleeps! It feels like you have a clingy cat around you and won’t let you go for the whole night.

Sleeping with him is more like a date now, you sleep more often than before because he prefers to sleep with you. In the Botanical Garden, your bedroom, or his bedroom. However, who would’ve thought that sleeping with him could make you feel better as well?

You wake up late at night, it’s always tranquil whenever you sleep with him. It makes you feel comfortable, you move to look at his face and couldn’t help but to stare how peaceful he is before he wakes up due to your gaze. His voice is very groggy.

“Hmmn… Go back to sleep…”

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

#kotaro's work #kotaro's event #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona #leona x reader #twst leona #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst

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forbidding-souda · 3 years

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DRV3 masterlist 2

(SPOILERS)

DRV3 Boys -

With a S/O who thinks they're going to hit them in an argument

Getting handcuffed to their girlfriend for 24h

DRV3 Girls -

With a touch starved S/O

Rantarou Amami -

Quickie HCs

With a S/O who age regresses

SHSL Spirit Medium conjuring him

SHSL Memory S/O

SHSL Wrestler getting injured during a match

S/O who's shy about affection

Gonta Gokuhara -

Reacting to his S/O moaning his name

Spooning hcs

S/O who is half cat

SHSL Astrologer S/O

With a boyfriend who's into muscles

Relationship hcs

Kiibo -

With a girl classmate who's more a better robot than him

Kokichi Ouma -

With a ridiculously attractive S/O

A S/O who needs to get reminded to sleep

Cuddle HCs

Makeout HCs

Grumpy S/O who's insecure

S/O who is half cat

Playing with his hair

SHSL Killer Clown S/O

S/O who snorts when they laugh

Non binary S/O with painful periods

Kaito Momota -

NSFW with girlfriend HCs

Giving his S/O a wedgie

Schizophrenic HCs

SHSL Astrologer S/O

Trans man shsl poet S/O

Girlfriend who's nervous to ask him to cuddle

S/O who snorts when they laugh

Fluff HCs

Pulling him into a kiss by the goatee

Domestic HCs

Shinguuji Korekiyo -

With a dominant girlfriend

NSFW Hcs

With a piss kink

Reacting to his S/O moaning his name

Shsl Skater S/O

S/O who likes to be rocked in his lap

S/O who is half cat

Fluff

Cuddling and makeout HCs

With a SHSL butler boyfriend

Angel S/O

S/O that clings to him during storms

Relationship HCs

Ballroom dancing

MTF S/O

S/O who loves disney

Calling him daddy during sex

Morning and night routines

Doing his S/O's makeup

Childish and immature S/O

Ryoma Hoshi -

NSFW HCs

Relationship HCs

Shuichi Saihara -

Reacting to his S/O moaning his name

With a ridiculously attractive S/O

S/O confessing and kissing him

Long Distance HC

Clingy with a boyfriend

Ballroom dancing with his girlfriend

Extremely attractive girlfriend

Cuddling with sleepy S/O

Trans man shsl poet S/O

Absentminded and forgetful S/O

S/O who snorts when they laugh

Marshmallow hell

S/O who loves disney

Bimbo girlfriend

Kaede Akamatsu -

Reacting to being called mommy by boyfriend

Sadistic and soft spoken S/O

Tsumugi Shirogane -

Reacting to her S/O moaning her name

Mafia boyfriend

Miu Iruma -

Easily angered Shsl ice skater boyfriend

Mafia boyfriend

Cyromancer S/O

Non binary S/O with painful periods

Kirumi Toujou -

NSFW HCs

Shsl Skater S/O

Finding out her S/O is a demon

Mafia boyfriend

Ftm SHSL Escapist S/O

Vampire boyfriend

SHSL Seamstress S/O

#rantarou amami #drv3 #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #dr headcanons

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candyopala · 3 years

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Stuck in his ways, Chapter 4

Chapter summary: Y/N sees too much. Both try to act normally but they just can’t help themselves, these two are too stubborn for their own good.

Words: 1.5k

AO3

Please reblog or like if you enjoy <3

“Dude! Put on some clothes!”

Y/N’s screams of embarrassment are enough to get Obito out of his sleepy state and into a frenzy around the room for something he can cover himself with, even though the room is dark and both can see very little. Enveloping all of his body and head into some big blankets from his bed, the Uchiha finally screams back:

“The fuck you’re doing here?! Aren’t you supposed to be on the hospital? Are you some sort of maniac?”

“Look who’s talking, it’s Mr. Creep Uchiha! Give me a break, like I even wanted to see you like that”

Yeah, kinda.

“What are you even doing in my house? How do you know where I live?”

“Calm down, my answers are: I came in to annoy you, I ran away, I might be maniac but not a maniac, you people live in the same part of town, it was easy. Satisfied?”

“Not at all.”

The bundle of blankets sits down on his bed and a small opening appears, revealing a big pout, almost child-like. Some light from the window beside his bed comes across Obito’s figure, and Y/N takes this as an opportunity to peek at the left side of Obito’s face, since a cloth mostly covered it on their previous encounter. This side, different from the other one, has no scars in it, only his left eye is missing, indicated by his eyelid being closed shut.

Damn…

“Ahem, so… aren’t you going to put on some clothes?”

“Did you just say you ran away from the hospital?”

“Technically”

“Huh?”

“They told me I had to stay awake for 24 hours ‘cause I might have a concussion, and since I had no one to sign me off and take care of me, they wanted me to stay there. So I ran away”

“To my house?”

“Do I know anyone else in the village? No. Besides, you owe me one, after all, this is all your fault” She says pointing at her head.

Obito falls back on the bed, squirming lazily, clearly too sleepy for all this. A few seconds pass before he lets out a big sigh and says:

“Get out of here so I can change, ok?”

“Oh no, what a shame, I totally wanted to see you naked again” Is all she responds, albeit ironically and completed with an eye roll.

Again, kinda wanted to see some more

She then leaves Obito alone so he can change into something and to stop those furtive thoughts. A few minutes later out comes the Uchiha wearing battered sweatpants and an old T-shirt that barely fits him anymore.

“Are you coming out wearing that?”

“Coming where?”

“To the ramen booth, of course”

“It’s almost four in the morning, dumbass”

“So? It’s three thirty and I haven’t eaten since lunch, come on!”

“It’s not even going to be open at this hour”

“I checked before coming here, It’s open 24/7”

“Fuck…”

He gets back into the bedroom again to change into something more presentable, not that there would be anyone to see him.

~”~

They reach Ichiraku’s ramen booth in silence, Obito still half-asleep and Y/N poking him with her sheathed sword. After sitting down and ordering food for them both, Obito breaks the silence:

“Why did you even bring that?”

“What? You? Well, you seem like you need some change of environment, you’re too grumpy for you age. I mean, I know we’re both probably reaching our thirties this next half decade, but you’re too-“

“The sword, I meant the sword, dumbass”

“Stop calling me that, creep! Anyway, I brought it because we’re training later”

“Over my dead body”

“Well I better go fetch my special shovel, ‘cause it’s happening”

Obito takes another good look at the sword. Simple model, all black with some decoration on the end. After a closer look, he also notices the Nara clan symbol etched very discreetly at the end, making him realize this is one of the famous traditional swords from the family, only the most notable members are allowed to use it. This raises even more question about the girl in his head, since he knows for a fact that Y/N is nor a Nara or has been a member from the leaf all her life.

“Where did you get that? Aren’t those rare?” He says pointing at the blade on her back.

“My-… A good friend gave it to me”

“Willingly?”

“What sort of question even is that?”

“Uhm, sorry, talking to people isn’t my thing”

“I’ve noticed.”

“… Alright…”

“It’s fine. Just stop implying that I’m evil all the time, it’s not very nice”

Obito is thankful that the conversation is cut by their ramen being served. He is not all that hungry, but he could never refuse a good plate of ramen. Y/N also munches enthusiastically, ending her dish in record speed. She looks at him again, staring at his left side, making Obito remember that he forgot to put his eyepatch before leaving.

“Oh my…” He says exasperated while covering his missing eye “I forgot to put on my eyepatch, I’m sorry for making you see this”

“See what? Calm down man, there’s literally nothing to hide there; it’s just your face”

“A fucking hid-“

“A perfectly normal face. And stop pretending you don’t know you’re attractive, it’s annoying”

Obito needs to hide ASAP. To say his face went red is an understatement; he looks like a tomato from ear to ear. The last person that said anything nice about his looks was his grandma, and lord knows she passed away a hell of a long time ago. The best next thing he can do is to change the subject:

“So, anyway, do you like the village so far?”

“Yup, climate is nice in this part of the country and the people have been so nice to me, well, almost everyone” She winks after her last statement.

“Hey! I was just messing with you, think about it as ninja hazing.”

“Well, I literally passed out of chakra exhaustion”

“I wanted to ask you about that, as in why the fuck did that happen?”

“Well, I went a little too far ‘cause I was annoyed with you”

“But you only did about one or two jutsu, basic ones at that”

Before responding, Y/N orders another big bowl of pork ramen. She then continues:

“My chakra reserves suck, actually. I might be fast and good with the sword, but I understand very little about jutsus since I never had any formal training”

“Sorry, but how did they promote you immediately to chunin if you don’t know the basics?”

“One: my reputation as a merc. Two: an old favor.”

“An old favor?”

“Yup.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Not really.” She says after she finishes the bowl of ramen.

“…”

“C’mon, let’s go have a walk. And you’re paying, of course.”

“What? Why?”

“You owe me one, remember?”

Fuck my wallet right? I might as well forget about this week’s ice cream store visit.

Both walk around the village for the next couple of hours, showing the sights and main places to Y/N and talking very little. Obito, in all his grumpiness, does not know how to hold a conversation after what she said to him in the ramen place. Him and attractive in the same sentence, how absurd that sounds to him! Assuming she must be messing with him, he gets grumpier and grumpier by the minute.

When they reach the main square, Obito shows her the Hokage monument:

“So this is the first, Hashirama Senju; the second, Tobirama Senju; the third Hiruzen Sarutobi; the fourth, my sensei, Minato Namikaze; and right next to him… me”

“You mean, in the future, right?”

“Yes”

“Alright, just checking if you are still in touch with reality”

“You’ll see, I’ll be the next hokage”

It is about seven o’clock when they finish walking around the whole perimeter, and Y/N seems, rightfully, bored. She then signals that she wants to head home, so Obito accompanies her there, even though there is no need for that.

“So this is my place. I guess I’ll turn in. It’s close to 24 hours anyway, so I think I can manage on my own”

“You sure? I mean… you understand”

“Yup, it’s fine. And hey, sorry that I dragged you out here”

She turns around, opens the door and starts to walk in, but before she can do that, Obito grabs her arm quickly and pulls her in close. Too close. At this distance, he can clearly see some sun freckles starting to form, when he closes into her eyes he notices he needs to back off a little. Taking a step back, the Uchiha clears his throat. He looks away and digs his hand into his pocket, fishing out a leaf bandana.

“Here, forgot to give you this. Take good care of it”

“I will, sir” Y/N responds while jokingly making a salute.

Obito rolls his eye. This one thinks she’s a comedian, how funny.

“Meet me tomorrow at the training grounds ok? You have the day off, Kami know I need some rest too. Bye”

#Obito #obito x reader #obito x you #Jonin Obito #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #uchiha

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the-galaxy-collector · 4 years

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heart/beats

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning(s): fluff, sick stiles, derek hale is bad at feelings

Summary: Stiles gets sick while the gang is away. Derek comes back to check on him.

A/N: I think as is becoming common for me in the Teen Wolf fandom, this just poured out of me with no prior warning and I regret nothing.

Stiles stood up, or he tried, before his body forced him to sit back down on the edge of his bed. He’d been trying to work up both the strength and the courage to take a shower for the past thirty minutes, but he was still here. In the exact same position. Trying not to puke all over his pajamas.

A very attractive look, if he did say so himself.

He closed his eyes and willed the room to stop spinning, but he knew it was pointless. He’d been sick for the last two days and whatever the hell this shit was, it didn't seem to be going anywhere.

Everyone was gone too, which made it worse. They were off saving the world from… something. He couldn’t remember now. Something way more important than Stiles, though. And he wasn’t bitter about it. He knew what they were doing was a big deal. It was just that right now he wanted chicken soup like his mom used to make and someone to tuck him back into bed.

After a shower, he reminded himself. The shower was still a must.

Stiles took a deep, steadying breath and forced himself up with shaky limbs. He held out his arms, forcing himself to remain balanced and upright, as he started to walk forward gingerly.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He yelped as his eyes popped back open at the noise. He didn’t know he wasn’t alone, and his heart was racing uncomfortably as he clutched his chest now over it.

“What the fuck am I doing?” He gulped. “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you here?”

“You’re sick,” Derek explained bluntly.

“Yes, I am aware of that,” Stiles bit back. “Go. I’m fine.”

“You definitely are not. We need to go to the hospital, Stiles.”

“We need to go to the hospital, Stiles,” he mocked in a high-pitched voice. “You sound like that, you know.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t need to go to the hospital, Derek. You guys are off, ya know, saving the world or whatever. And I’ll be fine. Just go help them.”

“They don’t need my help.”

“And neither do I,” Stiles insisted.

“Why are you like this?” he said, a smile in his voice. “You make me crazy. You know that, right?”

“No,” he replied sarcastically. “Really?”

When he went to roll his eyes at Derek’s stubborn nature, like he’d done a million and a half times, his head pulsed suddenly with a headache so severe it caused him to fall to his knees. Derek was by his side within seconds, his hands on either side of his face as he forced Stiles to look at him.

He pulled back his eyelids one at a time, and whatever he saw there made him hoist Stiles off the floor without a word, and carry him from the room. Stiles wanted to put up a fight, tell Derek to put him down, that he was going to be fine. It was just the flu or something non-lethal to teenagers, but pressed up against Derek’s chest like this was warm and comfortable and he found it very difficult to hold other thoughts in his brain right now.

Derek took him straight outside and propped him up in the front seat of his own car before buckling him in and rushing around to the driver’s side. He knew how much Derek hated the Jeep, which meant that he either was doing it for Stiles’ sake or because he had run all the way here without his own car because it wasn’t fast enough. Stiles wasn’t sure which one was sweeter.

“Stiles, I swear to God,” Derek growled, “if you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

Stiles snorted his laughter despite the pounding in his head, currently radiating out from behind his left eye.

“When’s the last time you ate?” Derek asked softly.

Too softly. Like he was actually worried. Which stressed out Stiles more than he thought it would. Or should.

Stiles shrugged his answer, and even that tiny movement sent a jolt of pain down his spine. But he wasn’t lying. He honestly couldn’t remember when he had put food in his mouth last, which was probably not great.

Derek growled again, and while it was affecting Stiles like it always did, the dull ache covering his entire body pushed any stupid, horny thoughts out of his brain.

At least for now.

He knew they’d be back, especially if Derek was going to stick around. Stiles sort of hated that. Especially since Derek could tell. Hiding things from werewolves, as he’d learned, was not possible. It wasn’t awkward at all.

Yep, he definitely hated that.

Derek continued to slam his foot and the gas pedal all the way to the floorboard as he drove, but it didn’t do any good. It never did. The Jeep was ancient, one of the things Stiles loved about it, and it wasn’t ever going to go faster than this. But Derek was wonderfully impatient, often with Stiles, or things that involved Stiles.

Another endearing quality that would normally make his heart all aflutter. But right now, he was in too much pain.

The sunlight streaming in was making his head hurt worse, though, so he laid it down on the console in between him and Derek and tried not to focus on the fact that the traditionally very grumpy man was rubbing Stiles’ leg absentmindedly as he made his way through the streets of Beacon Hills.

Derek had never been one to touch anyone for any reason, so clearly Stiles was dying. Or Derek thought he was. He couldn’t think of any other reason why he might be doing that, but again, he had no strength left to even ask.

Stiles didn’t think he was ready for the answer. Or, more appropriately, he knew he wasn’t ready for the brush off.

Stiles half expected Derek to pull straight into the emergency room bay where only the ambulances are supposed to go with the way he was acting, but he found a normal spot. And just like when they got into the car, he rushed around and helped Stiles out. Like being away from Stiles for even the shortest amount of time was too much for Derek to handle. Yeah, Stiles was dying and Derek felt bad for him. There were no other explanations.

He even tried to carry him bridal style again, but Stiles managed to put his foot down.

Well, not literally. But he made it clear that wasn’t happening in front of all these people.

He had some dignity left.

The harsh fluorescents assaulted his eyes worse than the sunlight, and he found, once again, that he needed to slam his eyes shut to keep from hurling all over himself. And Derek.

“Oh my God,” Melissa asked from somewhere nearby. “What happened?”

“Well, my idiot has been sick for the last two days and he didn’t call anyone and now I’m afraid he’s dehydrated and about to pass out.”

Melissa giggled at Derek’s assessment as she ushered them back to what Stiles was sure was a room, but all he could concentrate on was the fact that Derek had said my idiot. My idiot. Like Stiles belonged to him.

Not that Stiles would complain if that were true.

Derek put him down on the bed as soon as the door shut behind them and dimmed the lights, allowing Stiles to open his eyes again. Melissa was already rushing around getting things set up as Derek forced him to lay down. He hadn’t even stopped to put shoes on, so when he pulled the covers up to Stiles’ chin, he couldn’t really protest.

Too much anyway.

“Derek, stop,” he said, pushing his hands away. “I’m not an invalid.”

Derek rolled his eyes and sat down in a chair, pulling it up as close to the side of Stiles’ bed as he could get without actually being in the bed.

“All right, Stiles. You ready?”

He nodded as he felt the coolness from an alcohol prep pad next and then hissed loudly as the IV slid into his arm. No matter how many times he’d been forced to do this, it didn’t get easier. And it should be by now, he reasoned, since hanging out with werewolves had some disadvantages. Not many, but some. If you were unlucky enough to be the only human anyway.

Stiles didn’t miss the way that Derek flinched a little at his pain, though, causing his eyebrows to pull in the middle. He was getting more confused, and more concerned, by the second.

Something was definitely going on.

“Honey, I’m gonna take some blood, give you some fluids, and bring some food. Do you think you can eat?”

Stiles shrugged again, swallowing hard as his mouth filled with saliva. The thought of eating anything made his stomach do a flip, which probably wasn’t a good sign, but he could try. He certainly knew he should try.

“I can give you something to help you sleep, if you wanna do that instead, but we’re gonna have to wake you up in, like, an hour to try to get something in your stomach. Or I’m gonna have to feed you some Ensure.”

Stiles wrinkled his nose. “Like they give old people?”

Melissa nodded. “No. Just knock me out and then wake me up later. I promise I’ll try. But do not give me that shi… stuff.”

It didn’t matter how old he got, cussing in front of Melissa always felt wrong somehow. She just laughed quietly, though, and shook her head as she finished hooking him up to everything, forcing Derek to move only when it was absolutely necessary.

A couple minutes after she pushed something directly into his line, he started to feel sleepy. Like actually sleepy. Not this fitful mess he’d been enjoying for over 48 hours.

And he let his eyes close without a word.

He couldn’t be sure if it had been a few minutes or hours, but when he started to wake back up, he heard Derek’s soft voice beside him. He sounded like he might be talking to someone, but since Stiles’ eyelids were still way too heavy to open, he just listened.

As the grogginess slowly lifted, he noticed Derek was holding his hand. Actually holding his hand. In both of his. His head and, more importantly, his lips were resting next to Stiles’ skin. He could feel Derek’s breath.

Wait, am I dead?

“Does he know yet?” Melissa whispered.

“No,” Derek said, just as quiet.

“When are you gonna tell him?”

“Well, I came back to do that and he was about to pass out. I got distracted,” he explained, exasperation taking over momentarily. “But I guess I knew something was wrong.”

“Of course you did,” Melissa insisted. “He’s your mate.”

Mate?!

Okay, Stiles was definitely dead. Or dreaming. Hopefully dreaming. At least that way he could still wake up.

Melissa didn’t wait for Derek to respond before she asked another question. “Talk to Noah yet?”

“Yeah.”

Once again, Derek lapsed into silence. But it wasn’t long before Melissa got irritated with his lack of information on the topic.

“And?” she huffed.

“He told me he’d kill me if I hurt him.”

She laughed again, still as softly as before. Stiles could hear her walk back to the door, enjoying her little private joke.

“Well, you’re safe,” she said, pausing at the threshold. “We both know you’re not capable of that.”

“Mhmm,” he answered.

“Derek?”

“Yeah?” he asked, moving his head to the side.

And suddenly Stiles had a new thing he hated now. The way Derek sounded asking that one question. It was vulnerable, like Derek’s entire nervous system was on the outside. All exposed and raw. He wanted very much to get out of this bed and protect him, but that didn’t make any sense. Derek didn’t need to be protected. It was Derek.

“You’re gonna be great,” Melissa declared.

And then she left him with that, allowing the door to close behind her without waiting for him to argue.

After a few seconds, Derek cleared his throat. “How, uh, much of that did you hear?”

Stiles forced himself to remain as still and quiet as possible, not even allowing his breathing to pick up. He would give Derek an out.

“I can hear your heartbeat, Stiles,” Derek explained. “I know you’re awake.”

Stiles couldn’t help but smirk. It was his go-to response, sure, but it also seemed to fit the occasion.

“Mate, huh?”

Derek groaned loudly and Stiles opened his eyes slowly. “When did you plan on telling me, Sourwolf?”

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the-faces-and-voices-in-my-head · 3 years

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You guys have been gloomy for a while now, so I thought it is a good time to share the chapter that I have just finished,

You can read the chapter here or on AO3

This is the 7th out of 8 chapters.

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Hange rested her tense body on the little sofa out of Levi's room; She wanted to remain close to him without disturbing his sleep. After he dried her hair and gave her something of her clothes to wear, he decided to sleep again; Hange touched the shirt she was wearing and smiled fondly, Levi kept some of her clothes without explaining his reason. He blushed furiously as if the fever came back again but Hange knew that this is how he looks whenever his real kind sweet personality was exposed. He wanted to keep something of her belongings for himself to soothe his longing broken heart. Hange whispered: I wish I knew about your feelings earlier Levi...I regret every day I passed struggling with my feelings towards you, hiding it so that they won't push you away...If only... -Hange! Hange raised her head towards the familiar voice: Yes Levi? The annoyed questioning voice asked: What the hell are you doing outside shitty glasses? She got up and stood at his door: I was going to sleep, Levi! -There is only one bed in my house. where did you plan to sleep when I am sleeping on it? -The sofa outside your room is good enough. -Tch! Levi moved further to the side of the bed leaving a good space for Hange and said in a soft yet commanding tone: Come... Hange blinked for a few seconds: Huh? -It is cold shitty glasses! do you want to fall sick too? Hange could not find a proper response since she was clearly surprised by the offer. -Do you want me to force you? I might be sick but I still can force your ass to the bed. Her ears twitched and her tail stood suddenly as Hange answered: You don't have to, I want you to rest, don't worry about me...I am not even cold, it is really warm now. Levi was the one who blinked in surprise this time: warm? late at night? Hange gave up since she knew Levi wouldn't sleep if she didn't. -Come closer, shitty glasses! and be careful with your tail... -Ah...yes...thanks Levi for taking care of my...tail... -You washed your teeth? -Yes, I found the spare you told me about. -Good, now shut up and let's sleep. Despite the awkward situation, Hange was happy; shy, and embarrassed but happy especially when Levi tightened his embrace and rested his head on her chest. She could not resist ruffling his soft hair while listening to his peaceful breath and heartbeat... These extra sensitive senses were not that bad after all, they enabled her to feel him more than she ever could or hoped in the past. His intoxicating scent... His breath... His heartbeat... The touch and warmth of his skin... Her senses kept learning everything they could about Levi hungrily as if her brain decided to engrave him in her memory... Now she can sense him in many ways no matter how far he was. Her body familiarized itself with his fast that it startled Hange how much she enjoyed feeling Levi's presence. She looked at his sleeping innocent features and covered her face with the other free hand: Oh god...That's impossible!

The next morning was noisier than usual for Hange or maybe it was her sharp hearing that made it different. She opened her eyes and looked around for a minute then at Levi who was still sleeping deeply on her chest. She didn't have it in her to wake him up. Although she felt hotter than usual and needed a moment alone to regain control over her heightened senses, she could not interrupt this rare blissful scene so, she waited for Levi to wake up on his own while touching his forehead to see if he was still feverish. His eyes fluttered after the third time and said in a sleepy grumpy voice: I am still sleeping..stay still... Hange laughed and teased him: You have never been this lazy Levi! -Why should I leave the bed early If I am enjoying my time on it? Hange's eyes widened as soon as she heard Levi's surprising answer, she instantly touched his forehead again but she could not sense yesterday's fever. Did he just flirt with her when he was fully aware of what he said? Levi who looked as normal and indifferent as usual stayed in the same position for another half an hour until he let her go. Hange, on the other hand, was an increasingly hot mess of emotions, strange feelings, and heightened senses. It was beyond her ability to comprehend what the reason was for these sudden intense changes. When she went to the bathroom and locked the door, it was her first time to be alone. She needed to sort out her feelings after the last two eventful nights; she never expected to worry about such weird ideas and feelings at the moment instead of worrying about understanding what she became better and how she should live from now on. All her thoughts were about Levi. She felt as if every cell in her body calling him. Longing for his touch. Hungry for his presence and warmth. She can feel it stronger than any time in the past, she can barely control herself around him now. Once again she covered her face and whispered: keep your shit together Hange, he is your boyfriend now but, show some dignity and discipline for god's sake. Hange got up and looked at her reflection in the small mirror and said: You are still a soldier Hange Zoe...You can do it...You must do it or you would never be able to face Levi ever again if you let your feelings out in the open. -Oi! shitty glasses! Levi's strong voice showed that he has regained his energy fully but more importantly it startled Hange wand made her step with all her weight on the new sensitive part of her body. -Meeeeeeeeeeoooooooooow She could not hold the weird cat-like scream that startled her even more as she noticed it while Levi banging on the door: Oi! Hange! what happened? She managed to open the door holding her tail like a guilty child with teary eyes: I stepped on it again... Levi's eyes reflected a clear desire to soothe her mixed with a sincere effort not to smile at the innocent unusual expression on Hange's face. -Hold it carefully and sit there, I will be back. still, in pain, Hange asked: where are you going, Levi? Levi didn't answer her, instead, he brought a towel soaked in cold water and kneeled in front of her: where does it hurt? Hange took a deep breath trying to remain in control: the end of it... Levi caught it with obvious care and wrapped the hurt part with the cold towel while muttering: I think it is not different from bruised flesh, it will ease the pain at least. He looked at Hange and scolded her: I told you to be careful with it and pay attention to your new condition, didn't I? Hange nodded quietly agreeing with him. Levi sighed: Fine...Stay here, I will go prepare the breakfast. -Are you feeling better? -Yes, worry about your tail before I hang you from it. Hange screamed: That's cruel Levi! His voice came from the kitchen: Then stay where you are and stop hurting yourself shitty glasses. Not so far from her, A familiar notebook lied on the small table. -Levi? -What? -Did you read my notebook? There was short silence then Levi's answer followed: We read it together shitty glasses...You were the one who brought it in the first place. A quick distorted memory came to her suddenly. Her animal form seeing Moblit's face then Levi's face in her lab. She smiled to herself: I guess some things never change.

Levi was happy! He didn't even try to deny his feelings this time. Although words were never his strong point, he made sure to make up for it with actions, the sweetest, most caring, and warmest ones. He noticed the strong cat-like tendencies that Hange showed. A rare smile made its way to his face as he remembers what happened in the last two days. Hange gave him unmatched happiness that he hasn't felt for so long whether, in her animal form or the current one, she brought a very old side of him that was buried with his mother's corpse. The excitement he felt to learn more about Hange. The motivation to support her and help her to understand herself better. The sheer joy of having her beside him. If only he was good with words... He would have told Hange what she meant to him...but actions are not bad too. He looked at the grand feast he prepared for Hange and started taking the plates to the table where she was sitting. He almost dropped the plates when he saw Hange. -What the hell do you think you are doing shitty glasses? Hange answered him immediately: It is too warm now, I feel hot so I took off the sweater. Her attractive slim body looked even more feminine in the light shirt with the first 3 buttons opened revealing an even more beautiful sight. Levi clenched his fists trying to control himself: at least button your shirt shitty glasses, it is not that hot! Levi went back to the kitchen to bring the rest of the meal. He muttered angrily: Damn it shitty glasses! you make it harder for me to control myself. He took a moment to regain his indifferent expression: Be patient Levi! Don't scare her...I bet she doesn't even expect you to think about this stuff.

Meanwhile, Hange was keeping herself busy by reading her notebook. She was distracting herself from sensing Levi more. She wanted to remember how she turned herself into how she is now. She was reading the dates and entries until she noticed after doing some math that it was February! She knew what February means to a cat... Hange understood the reason why she can barely remain in control around Levi... It was natural! Levi is her chosen mate, he has always been and will always be. Her newly expressed feelings made her more emotional. Her cat-like nature added more to the chaos she felt. It is the mating season for a big part of her and both of her mind and body were set on one man but the real question here is, will she ever find the courage to do it?

-Oi! Levi's call brought Hange back to reality: Breakfast is ready! The food smelled great, she remembered that she didn't have a decent meal for a long time. Her sharp senses made it more difficult to resist the tasty dishes.

-Levi? Are you in there? -Levi...Are you alright? Levi and Hange knew the voices instantly! They exchanged a brief terrified look then Levi grabbed a small pie and pushed it in Hange's mouth: Go hide in the bedroom. -Baa Ia shtih hungwy -I don't understand and don't talk with your mouth full, it is fucking disgusting. Levi pushed her into his bedroom and closed the door before he went to answer the two men who were calling his name for the last 2 minutes. -It is too damn early for this noise...What do you want? Mike looked sincerely happy seeing Levi being his usual self: we missed you, little man! Erwin confirmed with his usual elegant friendly smile: What happened, Levi? I thought you were taking the last two days off but your squad said that they don't where you were as well. Levi was touched by his friends' concern but losing his first normal breakfast with Hange as a boyfriend and girlfriend was hard to overcome.

He no longer could resist the guilt so he gave in: Come in... Erwin and Mike came inside as soon as Levi opened the door wider allowing them inside. -What a glorious feast Levi! were you hosting guests? Levi swallowed his grudge slowly and answered: I was sick, I had a high fever and needed to rest longer than I expected. Levi answered Erwin's question hoping that he will drop it but Mike took over: but that doesn't explain why did you prepare that much food, Levi! -Because I am fucking starving Mike! I haven't eaten a decent meal for days! Mike gave him his sweetest smile: Can I have some? Levi struggled to contain his disappointment... He planned to share the food he put his heart and love in with his loved one not with two giant men. Not with the two who destroyed his first date to be more specific. -stuff your face, I won't stop you... -Thanks, Levi Erwin's voice followed Mike's asking for Levi's permission as he was taking a seat at the table already: Do you mind if I join Mike, Levi? Levi needed another moment to overcome his anger: Go ahead eyebrows. The two of them started devouring the breakfast, they kept admiring how each dish tasted while Levi was watching them fuming silently. Erwin swallowed the big bite from his pie and asked Levi: come on Levi, join us! it is your food and your house after all. Another silent angry look. Levi blurted out the question he held for a few minutes: why did you even come both of you? -We were worried Levi, we came to check on you! -I am fine, the fever is gone and I will go to work tomorrow as usual. Erwin nodded happily: this is great Levi! -So you know now I am fine, what else do you want? Mike answered innocently: your company, little man...we missed you. -Don't you have damn work to do? -We took the day off, we have been working for the last 3 weeks without any breaks and we decided to spend the whole day with you. Erwin nodded in agreement while he was still chewing his food elegantly and quietly. Levi was about to give another comeback but a weird noise interrupted their conversation. Erwin was the first one to speak: it came from your room, Levi! Mike acted faster than both of them when he opened Levi's bedroom door with a tense face

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werezmastarbucks · 4 years

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malé

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 1709

music: fall away by twenty one pilots

You were dead set on teaching him to swim. You can’t have him drown every day: you were going over all the warm places now, exploring seas. You were getting really tired of neverending beaches, but Kai was fascinated with water like never before. You found you could entertain yourself by making him less afraid of it.

As you looked down at the water through the window of your own private plane piloted by the most unstable person you knew, the sea seemed like a picture. There was no end looking at it.

“Hello, this is your very attractive pilot speaking”, his voice flew over the little plane. You smiled like an idiot. This was a fairytale. The whole thing was getting better and better every day.

“In twenty minutes, we will be landing in that city which is the capital of the Maldives”.

“Malé!” you yelled.

There was radio noise.

“You realize I can’t hear you from here, right? Anyway, it’s a decent amount of degrees outside, and it’s high time to change into your bikini and please bring over some champagne because I’m thirsty”.

You sighed, getting up heavily from your seat. It’s been awhile since you flew on a plane, so headache was setting in your head. You had no idea what it took Kai to learn to fly an actual plane. How many times he has crashed before he figured out the airways. And how many fires he’s been in before he landed it safely.

Well, the worst case scenario, he crashes it on the runway and you both burn alive, and then wake up already in the city; not too bad. Life was good.

You did not change into your bikini before bringing him champagne into his ‘pilot room’ as he called it. For a person who knew how some complicated ass machinery works, he knew very little terminology, but then again, there were no people around to tell him.

“Get back. Go away, you’re distracting me”, he brushed you away with his hand. The pilot cabin was all flickering and whistling, and you were not sure that was how it was supposed to be. You went back to your seat and watched the hard land get closer. You closed your eyes as the chassis collided with the ground, and the plane shook and hopped a little. You realized you were laughing, grabbing on the armrest of your chair. The weather in the capital of Maldives was nice.

Kai hit the water with both hands sending splashes all around.

“Let’s just overlook the fact there’s reasonably nothing else to do here”, he chanted capriciously, “but actually die. It’s just white sand everywhere!”

You stood in the water, feeling the tips of your wet hair tickle your skin. The sun was now blazing directly onto the tops of your heads and you asked yourself once again why you get up so early.

One of the worst things about the prison world was the lack of tiredness of hangover in the morning. There was no specific reason for lazy long cuddles. Kai was getting up at ten the latest and ran into the kitchen, excited as fuck about the new breakfast plan. You’d lie in bed in dread, thinking, he can only come up with so many recipes, and what happens when he runs out of them?

“We’re here specifically to teach you to swim”, you shook your finger at him. He followed it with his gaze obediently.

“You’re really hot when you’re bossing me around in your swimsuit”, he muttered. “Alright, let’s do it, tiny bae”.

It was cute how he chose all the gentle nicknames when he grew grumpy. A part of him didn’t wish to talk at all, and the other part, the one that pushed him, helpless, off the cliff, forced him to reach for a kind of compromise.

He was a quick but a lazy learner. Kai was like that one kid in the class who’s positively bored of the idea of studying; he knows enough, and he’s gifted enough. But there’s violent video games, boombox music and skateboarding after school on his mind instead of the terrors of civil war or equations. So, that one smart bored kid gives you hell, unwilling to perceive anything, groans loudly while you speak, and occasionally produces some witty remarks that make you giggle and hate yourself a little.

“Float, float!“

There was no denial you came to like holding his sides and especially his belly as you held him in the water where it came up to your chest. There was something extremely, intimately endearing about the way he allowed you to touch his abdomen, to hold him as he tried to stay horizontal in the sea. If only all those who hated so actively and readily on him back at home could feel his smooth skin under the fingers like you did. He was very human, very vulnerable. He was so human you knew for sure there are organs inside of him, and his heart, a massive strong and stubborn organ, pumped quicker inder your palm as he learnt not to go down. He really was nervous about the sea. And when he finally managed to perform a simple trick of floating on his back, arms outstretched, face above, you felt actually, sincerely happy. You felt truly, purely happy for the first time here, like all the joy finally returned to you. You felt human, too, and standing there, your hands in the blue-pearl water, still and sleepy, tiny ripples for waves running along, you looked at him smiling at the sky. How does one love? That was a damn good question Kai has posed.

You were wearing a happy jungle-green bikini, and you liked the way it was working with your skin. You made long swim-ins into the depths of the sea when Kai got tired of wiggling in the water like a featherless hen. He sat on the shore, a remarkable sight - one single human silhouette against a gigantic beach, lonely, - and waited for you as if he was afraid you’d swim away from him into the open ocean.

“Move your hands! Flap them!” you commanded, “like a bird! Like a bird, come on!”

Kai slipped out of your hands and stood, catching you in the clutch of his arms instead.

“Do you even know anything about swimming?” he requested, “I’m starting to get suspicious the bird technique is not good for sea”.

“Maybe I should just push you off the pier”, you mused, “that’s how they teach kids to swim”.

“Great plan”, he nodded, “but there are no piers here. There’s nothing but water and palm trees. I hate it here”, he added, looking at the sun maliciously. The eclipse came, and the air went cold instantly. There wasn’t any wind here, but still, standing in water while the sun was blocked out by the dark circle, was quite uncomfortable. You stepped up to each other, swayed gently by the quiet waves, and you pulled up to Kai, trying to find solace in his embrace. He was like a snake: almost always cold-blooded. His hands were fine, but he only heated at night, and all other time, he was just lukewarm, like a reptile. And as disaffectionate. Even when he got playful, his eyes were observing.

“Once we get out”, he said, and you stared at his two birth marks on the neck. You recalled seeing them last night, when you woke up in the middle of the night, pulled by something. That still happened occasionally. Kai slept like a dead puppy, his throat pulsating quietly with the pump of his blood.

“I’ll never go at sea again”.

“You’re just upset because you’re failing”.

“I never fail”.

“Then, swim like a bird, Parker!”

You pushed him in the chest, and the water grabbed him.

In the evening, the sun usually sat right into the water. There were no clouds here; Kai was somewhat right about this empty place. But there was certain beauty to the minimalistic design of it. All the surfaces were flat and calm-colored. The pastel sea and the white sand. The even row of the bikini-green palm trees. The blue sky. And nothing else, in the whole world. The radiating burning ball set into the water, gliding over, and the light turned orange from white. At the end of the day, you usually collapsed on the sand, both exhausted and burnt to red in the sun. Sand in hair didn’t bother you much since you had a very good shower at the house you occupied not far away from the shore. On the brink of the city, there were some nice rich people dwellings.

The sand was silky, almost soft, definitely not like the hard grass lake shores of Mystic Falls, big grained, leveled beaches of California or stone coastlines of New Jersey. You wondered what the lakes were like back in Portland and whether Kai ever spent any time there with his family, or with his girlfriend, or even alone.

He’d lay at your side, drained with the honest work he put into exercise, his moderately muscular shoulders going up and down with breathing. The skin on his milky white forearms and the back was going red with the sunburn, but whatever sting he was going through would go away soon after the sun set.

He knew, as he said many times, that there was nobody else here, so he was relaxed. He didn’t have to pretend either, so you discovered Kai was quite capable of resting somberly by you, his fingers playing with the sand that was more like powder, as long as you played with his hair. The wetness of it, the sight of the back of his neck with short black hairs, his exposed neck with the silver chain under your wrist, was something you knew was one in a lifetime experience.

You were lying snuggled against each other on a huge, enormous empty surface of the earth, warming up in the evening light, your bodies sighing with the heaviness of close, but never coming summer. And nobody even knew.

I like it here with you.

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thewalkingdead-imagines · 4 years

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Negan Imagine ~ “You’re in Love”

Summary: While Negan musters courage to finally tell the Reader those three special words, she dives back into memories of defining moments and milestones of their relationship.

Request: Imagine inspired by “You’re in Love” by Taylor Swift (lyrics can be found at the end!) Enjoy!

Negan was shifting beside you in the large bed, tucking himself underneath the dark sheets while a strange look was covering his face, the same that had been stuck on there since the late afternoon and it wasn’t hard for you to find its trigger. They had almost slipped out of his lips this afternoon, those three special words. Almost. You had barely heard him say the first two words when you’d cuddled up on the couch, his voice seeming to nearly subconsciously slip out of his lips when he’d nuzzled his nose into your hair and rasped the words against your skin but the way he tensed up and halted abruptly after those two words had made your attention shoot up really quickly. ”Good night, Baby”, you heard Negan’s voice rip you out of your thoughts as he pulled you into his embrace, cradling you against his chest while you glimpsed up at him. ”Yeah, good night”, you mumbled with a smile, leaning in to press a kiss over his lips while a small content groan rumbled up his throat. He leaned in to peck your lips once more as his arms tightened a little around you and you sunk a little deeper into the dark pillows underneath your bodies. You hummed in response, moving in to cuddle up against him and lay your head into the curve of his neck, while you could hear the bass of his voice sounding through the room while he switched the lamp on his nightstand off. He was still a little tense, yet he still kept talking to you as every other night as well, just chatting a little until you started to fall asleep. Slowly, your voices started to hush in this night as well, leaving you huddled closely to his warm body while the thoughts in your head kept you busy and far from being able to fall asleep, replaying those few seconds that had thrown you off this afternoon. Deep down, you knew that he loved you even if he hadn’t said it with these words yet. The way he was acting around you, the other things he told you that were right on the same level as those three were enough to let you know that he did, he maybe and for whatever exact reason it was, couldn’t say them out loud yet. It was odd, he was talking to you about everything that would come to his mind and this seemed like the very only thing he didn’t know how to address, maybe because he was scared, maybe because he wasn’t ready, you honestly weren’t entirely sure. And you, you loved him, you could barely think of anything else that was as definite as this fact and still you hadn’t told him either, just to not pressure him. Maybe it was silly, maybe you should have just told him right away but something in you felt like he needed some more time until he could say it as well, and risking to urge him and make him feel pressured was the last thing you wanted. Still, you had knew how deep your feelings were for him for a long time already and with each bit of time that passed they got stronger. You could recall so many moments that made you realize the depth of your feelings all over again, from small, domestic moments to those that felt like milestones. Just then you got ripped out of your thoughts for a moment as somewhere outside, a car was passing by, it’s engine roaring a little up, urging you to remind exactly one of those moments earlier on in your relationship that still made your heart flutter when you thought of it

The lights of the street-lamps passed by, each of them turning into a blur as the car picked up a little speed and jerked slightly underneath you. You watched as you drove past homes and tiny shops, only some lights still burning in them here and there. You could hear Negan stirring a little beside you, readjusting in his seat as he grabbed the wheel a little tighter with one hand before the other reached over to you though his eyes were still focusing on the road, his glance not leaving it once, his movements seeming nearly unconscious. Slowly, you could feel his hand grasping yours, enclosing it as he picked it up and lead it towards him. You watched him a little curiously as he brought the back of your hand to his lips, brushing them and his stubble softly over them before he pressed a warm kiss to the sensitive skin. A smile was starting to grow on your sleepy face, widening as he kept your hand right where it was. He often did that, but this time seemed a little different. He didn’t even seem to fully consciously do it, there was no remark, no roguish glimpse at you or a grin flashing over his lips. The movement of grasping your hand and pressing a kiss to it seemed so familiar to him, so well known and internalized that he could also do them without having to ponder a second about it. And something about it, maybe the level of comfort he seemed to have reached with you, brought another wave of warmth through you and let the smile on your lips grow as Negan brushed his lips and his beard stubble slowly over the back of your hand once more, his eyes still focusing on the road.

Negan shifted a little underneath you, though still holding you close when he let out a tight breath and nuzzled his nose into your hair. He clearly seemed to have his problems falling asleep as well, moving and shifting far more than usual, keeping you wondering what was going on in him right now as well while your own thoughts were keeping you busy in these moments.

Negan’s hand closely grasped yours as you strolled down the street, the sun warm on your skin as you headed back towards Negan’s house. Sighing you glimpsed from Negan around, a smile on your face until your glance landed on the couple on the other side of the street whose eyes were darting at you as they had stopped to load their groceries from their car into their home as soon as they’d seen you. They always did that, giving the both of you odd looks, not obviously but enough to notice it when you were their target, and they weren’t the only ones. Maybe it was the age difference, maybe it was their opinion about Negan alone, either way it was in a way uncomfortable to feel those glances on you. “They’re staring again”, you mumbled, glimpsing away from them and instead forward, feeling how Negan’s hand grasped yours a little tighter. “Does it matter?”, he asked calmly, attracting your attention back to him as he gave you a small smirk. “No”, you shook your head after a moment, the smirk growing a little wider as he suddenly stopped and scratched his fingers over his salt and pepper stubble. “Good”, he grinned, moving his hand out of your grasp while you looked a little irritated at him, right before he moved his hands to cup your jaw and pull you closer. “If they wanna stare, guess I gotta give ‘em a little show. Gotta be worth it, huh?”, he chuckled right before he leaned in and caressed his lips over yours, groaning as soon as you responded to his touch and could feel the heat rising up into your cheeks, flushing them nearly immediately. For a moment, you forgot about them, the part of you that felt a little awkward and uncomfortable beating retreat, leaving the warm, giddy feeling that Negan was standing by your side without any shame. Another deep hum rumbled through Negan’s chest before his lips slowly let go of yours, his hands still cupping your face as he leaned just enough back to glimpse at you, the wide grin still on his lips.

They’d stopped with the staring by now, the people on Negan’s street, probably used to seeing you together now and busy with running some other people’s lives down, people that had become more interesting than the both of you. Here and there you only got some glances but you barely noticed them anymore, nor did they bother you. You were happy with him, and no one was able to change that, and still, though you rarely got into a fight not everything was rainbows and unicorns at all times, just as in every relationship regardless of how happy and healthy it was.

A thick huff left your lips as you tossed your bag onto the couch, watching as Negan moved through the living room, antsy and yet with the same grumpy and stern look on his face that had covered it most of the night. It had just supposed to be a relaxed evening out in a local bar, nothing ground breaking, just some time outside with some people you knew but instead of having fun with Negan as usual, he’d spent most of the time tense and as grumpy as his facial expression was giving away and since the taxi had dropped you off you knew the definite trigger. “I was talking to him here and there, like I did with every other person at that table too, I wasn’t flirting”, you huffed, stepping out of your shoes and pushing them to the side, still confused as to why Negan was acting the way he did. One of the guys a friend had introduced had talked to you, nothing crazy or suspicious in his behavior from your point of view but for some goddamn reason it had pushed Negan to turn into a grumpy asshole. He was jealous you could tell, so jealous that it seemed to put a tension all over his body. Usually, this jealousy was still very much in the normal range. All that happened during the evening itself was him being protective and turning ice cold towards the other man he was seeing as a threat and you’d get some rough jealous sex as soon as you got home. Now however, he was turning cold towards you too and that’s where it stopped for you. Especially, because you didn’t know what the big deal about this shit was. “I know”, Negan grumbled, his eyes only meeting yours for a split second before he looked away again, “I’m not blaming you.” An annoyed and frustrated sound left your lips as you raised your arms in confusion, trying to get what the hell was going on. You were glad that he wasn’t blaming you, though that only made the situation more confusion altogether. “Well, then I don’t get what’s wrong.” “That asshole was eyefucking you, the whole goddamn time”, Negan growled, gulping thickly as you let out a stressed sigh. “Shit, Negan, not every guy wants to fuck me!” “He did”, he let out with a bittersweet chuckle, the stern expression still on his face while you let out another sigh, trying to get what this had to do with his behavior towards you that was so untypical of him that it was driving you crazy. “Well then even if he did, it’s not like that’s something that would ever happen. I’m with you and I only want you, not him or anyone else”, you scoffed, growing even more frustrated as the tense look remained on his face. “You can be protective and I don’t mind you being pissed at that guy, I don’t care about him. I just don’t get why you’re so grumpy to me. What the hell have I done to have you react to me like that?”, your voice started to grow more tense, even more biting as Negan’s glance remained directed away from you as he shook his head a little. “I said it’s not your fault”, he growled back, his glance meeting yours again only for a short moment, the look and them and the one that was still sprawled out over his face giving you a whole different answer than his words. “Then we’re going in circles. I just wanna know what’s going on with you”, you said, slowly growing more distressed, “You don’t have to give me some lengthy explanation now if you don’t want to, just let me quickly know what’s up and it’s okay...we’re always talking about everything, right?” "Forget it", you could hear Negan huff, turning around and walking into the kitchen without looking at you once more while you stared confusedly at him, the anger now starting to trump the distress. "Are you kidding me?", you snapped, watching as he vanished in the kitchen, part of you hoping that he’d just come out again but instead he stayed inside, leaving you even more annoyed than before by the grown man who was acting like a kinder-gardener right now. "Goodnight, Negan", you loudly and with a strong sarcastic undertone huffed, moving out of the living room and up the stairs while some pain started to mix into the anger, turning into a stinging feeling that pushed the disappointment in you further. He knew you didn’t like going to bed with a conflict still going on, with whoever that was but especially not with him. This wasn’t your Negan down there and it drove you insane that you still had no clue what the fuck was going on with him. Unnerved you started to get ready for bed, alone and frustrated instead of goofing around with the man who was probably still being a grumpy downstairs before you moved into the bedroom and slipped into the large bed, asking yourself if he*d even come to sleep with you here. Sighing you cuddled deeper into the pillows, glimpsing outside the windows into the barely lit outside before you started to hear heavy footsteps starting to come up the stairs not more than a half hour after you’d done the same. You could feel yourself tense up a little, unsure what to expect after that fight, whether he was just gonna lay down next to you without another word or if he was gonna talk to you after all. You could hear him in the bathroom first, getting done a little faster than usual before you could hear his footsteps sounding through the hallway again until they got replaced by the soft creaking of the door. You were laying on your side, only seeing from the corner of your eye how he hesitated for a moment before he stepped into the room and moved over to the bed until he could sit down on his side. He wasn’t laying down, just sitting there unusually quietly before he cleared his throat. "Hey, I-...I'm sorry”, you heard him say, the tone in his voice completely different to before, "Really." A deep sigh fell from his lips as you stayed in your position at first, trying to wait for what was to come, yet already a little relieved while you could feel the mattress move slightly as Negan adjusted himself a little. "It's not... again, I'm not blaming you. I trust you”, he started again, audibly struggling before another deep sigh left his lips and you could see his hand reaching up to stroke over his beard stubble. "It's...I just know you deserve someone better than me and I fuck...I got that shitty voice in my head telling me you'll realize that earlier or fuckin 'later and you'll leave.” You gulped thickly as you heard word for word slipping out of his lips, letting the anger within you beat retreat and replace it with more of the pain you’d felt earlier. He had indicated these things before, the first time when he’d told you the whole truth of his past and Lucille and it still brought an undeniable uncomfortableness into you to hear that he still thought this way about himself. He was a self confident man, but this part of him was still more insecure than you had realized, so much that you hadn’t even truly connected it to his behavior this evening until now. “And when there's that guy who shows an assload of interest, who looks at you that way, and fuck who made you laugh,...I know you didn’t notice it like that but shit, it just let that shitty voice rage through my fucking head again. That guy just set off a trigger...I don’t fucking know why it got so much in my head tonight...it just fucked up my whole goddamn mood, even towards you, even if I didn’t fuckin’ intent it to”, he added, the sound in his voice painfully genuine as you gulped thickly, though staying in your position, not because you were being unnecessarily petty, but rather because it felt like it was easier for him to finish this if you wouldn’t disrupt him now by turning around and staring at him. "I should've told you right away instead of playing the old grumpy fucker",he said, sighing deeply once more while you could feel his glance starting to fix on you, "I'm sorry, I really am. I'm fucking terrified of losing you. No excuse, I know, but it's the reason...now, you don't have to respond, it's okay, I just wanted you to know before you sleep.” The moment you heard his voice hush and could feel him moving to get up from the bed you turned around, meeting his glance in the dim light in the very same moment as you reached for his arm. ”Stay”, you said, glimpsing at him as more guilt flooded his face. “I’m sorry”, he said anew, gulping thickly as you could tell that he meant it, and slowly started to nod, scooting a little closer to him. “I know, it’s okay”, you said, still holding onto his arm, though softly as you sighed and made sure to hold his glance. “I won’t leave”,you finally said, caressing your hand over his arm as you got a little closer to him, close enough to see him clearly in the dim light ,”We gotta get that shitty voice out of your head that keeps telling you that crap because anything it says is a lie.” “Yeah”, Negan nodded, running his hand over his face before his glance dropped back down on you,”I’ll work on that, really...taking that out on you, that shit won’t happen again. I don’t know what the hell was going on with me tonight.” “Okay, ‘cause I didn’t either”,you nodded, slowly moving in to straddle his lap so you could hug him and see him more clearly ,”You’re never like this, not to me...that got me so frustrated.” ”Yeah, I get that”, he nodded, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer and nuzzle his head into the curve of your neck, breathing deeply in and out as you moved your hand to caress through his dark hair and felt him pressing a kiss to your skin before he moved back to glimpse at you. ”I also prefer some jealous sex to the grumpy attitude”, you mumbled with a chuckle to loosen the tension that was hanging in the air a little. “You do?”, Negan asked, his signature grin growing on his lips as he rose his eyebrows playfully while he pulled you a little closer. “Yeah”, you chuckled, moving in to press a kiss over his lips while another chuckle rumbled through Negan’s chest. ”Maybe I can use that to make it a bit up to you”, he grumbled against your lips, moving in kiss you once more. ”Mhmm”, you mumbled, feeling in the very next moment how Negan tightened his arms a little around you to move you and roll you on your back and underneath him, while another laugh left your lips. ”Oh shit”, you chuckled, as you tried to shift in the right position to not end up in a tangle of limbs with Negan’s long legs while he moved in closer and grinned down at you. ”Tell me what else my old ass can do for ya”, he grumbled as he leaned in to press kisses against your jaw. “Mhmm I could use some pancakes tomorrow too”, you said, watching as Negan’s glimpsed up for a moment and another chuckle fell from your lips. “I’m kidding.” “Nah, you want pancakes, you’ll fuckin’ get ‘em”, he chuckled back, moving back in to first press a kiss to your lips before he caressed them over the sensitive skin o your neck. “We still got some chocolate sauce and whipped cream here so they’ll be a bomb ass good!”,he mumbled a little muffled before you could feel his lips forming into a a grin against your skin,”But I’ll first get you some of my whipped cream.” “Oh what the fuck”, you laughed out, feeling how his own laugh rumbled against the side of your neck before he got quiet for a moment and moved up to glimpse back at you. “I’m sorry.” “I know, Negan”,you mumbled, hoping that it would make him relax a little more as you reached up to stroke through his hair,”It’s okay, really” “Alright”, he nodded, gulping before he pecked your lips and let the grin grow back on his lips,”Then let’s get back to it!”

His promise didn’t stay unfulfilled. Something like this didn’t happen again and he just talked to you instead, just like with everything else and instead of the grumpy face you got some rough sex and hell, you could very well live with that. A small groan took you out of your spiraling thoughts again and another of Negan’s movements before you could hear his voice again. “Sorry for shifting so much”, Negan mumbled with a sigh after another couple of moment of unrest,”Can’t really fall asleep.” “It’s okay”, you responded as he moved a little to reach for his glass on the nightstand only to find it empty. “Ah fuck”, he groaned, letting out an annoyed sigh before he started to shift so he could sit up and swing his legs out of the bed, “Just gonna get some water” “Alright”, you yawned before you nodded towards your own empty nightstand,”Can you get me some too?” “‘Course”, he nodded, moving in for another moment to press a kiss against your temple before he got up, switched the light on his nightstand on, grabbed his empty glass and strolled out of the bedroom into the hallway, leaving you wondering if what you suspected as the cause of his sleeping problems was the real reason.

”There she is! Glad you’re here, I’m hungry as fuck, ain’t gonna lie”, Negan chuckled as he let you inside his office, moving in to press a kiss over your lips before he glimpsed with a wide grin at you. ”Sorry I’m a little late, this school’s a labyrinth”, you said, moving in to peck his lips again, glad to have found your way to him after all. You weren’t even exaggerating, for the local high school in a small town this place really was a labyrinth, especially when the office you had to find wasn’t even in the main building but in a slightly smaller one by the baseball field. “No problem, you’re here now so I’m good, had to check some schedule’s either way, got it done just now and the diner ain’t running away from us”, Negan said, the grin on his lips still bright before another male voice echoed through the hallway into the office. ”Negan? Where did you let your team put the bats? They’re not in the usual spot.” A groan fell from Negan’s lips, a displeased glance slipping into his eyes as they stared for a moment through the open door before he glimpsed back at you. ”Ah crap, I’m back in a minute”, he said, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze before he hurried out, leaving you alone in his office. It was actually a little cozier than you expected, the walls mostly covered with shelves, while the rest was reserved for two large picture frames with his old tricots stuck in them and a white board that was coated with Negan’s messy handwriting and a sloppy drawing of the baseball field. There were some utensils here and there, table tennis paddles and a baseball bat that had found their home in one corner of the room, and in the middle of it all, a large dark wooden desk and a black leather desk chair. The latter one was new, finally bought after you’d hear Negan curse about the shitty old one that had given his back a whole lot of pain. Slowly, you started to look around the office, peaking at the tricots in the frames and looking around in the shelves that were covered here and there in small trophies he’d won with his student’s teams, trying to pass the time since Negan obviously needed a little longer than a minute. With a small sigh you let yourself sink into the leather chair that still had that slightly newish scent, before your eyes roamed over the desk and suddenly got stuck on the very only photo that was standing neatly framed in a dark picture frame right next to some pens and documents. It was a photo of you, the same he had as his phone lockscreen. It was a spontaneous snap of the two of you, nothing planned and taken so fast you were honestly a little surprised the camera had been able to focus. You’d been standing by a lake, a stop on your walk through the forest, wrapped up in his arms and with his smiling lips pressed to your temple. There was a large smile on your lips, your eyes lit up by the warm light of the sunset, there were some loose strands in your face, your hair a bit messed up from the wind that day while your arms that were clad in the sleeves of a large hoodie you’d stolen from his closet were holding onto his arms. You liked that picture compared to many others, but Negan always seemed to have a big thing for it, even though you couldn’t exactly tell why and neither had you expected to find it here, as the only photo in his office, with half of him cut off to get more of you into the frame. A surprised but happy chuckle fell from your lips as you stood back up from the chair and leaned forward to grasp the photo, glimpsing at it while a warm, cozy feeling started to spread through your body. “Surprised?”, Negan’s voice suddenly sounded through to you, letting your glance shoot up from the photo to the man who was standing in the door frame, grinning widely at you. “Didn’t expect you to have a picture of me here”, you said, chuckling softly as he furrowed his eyebrows at you, though the look in his eyes was still rather soft. “Why not? Gotta be able to at least see my girl somehow when I can’t have her around”,he said, walking in and rounding the desk to get closer to you, “Keeps me motivated.” “But that one?”, you asked after another wave of warmth had washed through your body, holding the photo slightly irritated up just for Negan to quickly take it out of your hands. “That’s my fuckin’ favorite, don’t you say anything bad about it!”, he chuckled, looking playfully warning at you as he glimpsed from the photo up at you before a brighter grin flashed over his lips,”l’d also put a nude of you in there but a. I’d get in mad stress with the principal and b. I’d constantly jerk off in here.” “Wow”, you laughed, softly nudging his chest while a warm smile began to mix into his grin. “But no shit, this is really my favorite”, he emphasized again, looking down at the photo, “You just look so damn happy.” “Well the reason for that is almost cropped out in the top left corner”, you said, pointing at the edge as a thick but joyful chuckle left Negan’s lips before he set the photo carefully back to its place on the desk. “Shit, now we’re getting all sappy”, he said, moving in to wrap his arms around your waist while he sneaked his tongue over his lower lip,”And I thought I’d already have you bend over the desk by now.” “Too bad, huh?”, you chuckled, leaning up to peck his lips before a grumble rumbled through your stomach, reminding you of the reason behind coming here and picking Negan up. “Shit someone’s hungry”, Negan laughed, glimpsing down your body with a wider growing grin,“C’mon let’s go get some food in that pretty mouth.” You could hear Negan rummaging around in the kitchen downstairs while you cuddled a little more into the pillows, waiting for him to come back upstairs. He took longer than you expected for simply getting two glasses of water and while part of you started to contemplate whether you should just address the elephant in the room as soon as he would come back up, the other part of you started to fall back into your thoughts.

“I got ya”, Negan called out as soon as you could feel his hands grabbing your hips, a loud giggle leaving your lips as you fell into the blanket and the pile of pillows that were sprawled out on top of it in the middle of the garden. It was about 1am by now, and besides the small garden lamp that was just bright enough to see each others faces there was nothing else that enlightened the night sky besides the moon, yet. There was a meteor shower that was supposed to cover the firmament tonight, not covered by any lousy clouds that had withheld the experience of shooting stars until now from you. Tonight was gonna be the night you would actually get to see them, you were sure of it, if Negan and the coffee he’d made the both of you to stay awake till the early morning hours wouldn’t distract you all too much. “Late night coffee turns you into some hyperactive kid”, you laughed as Negan trapped you underneath him, pressing your back into the soft pillows while a wide grin pressed in over his face. “Nah you just hype me up”, he chuckled, grinning roguishly down on you, leaning in to peck your lips before you could feel one of his hands traveling down your body, to the spot he had already teased earlier. ”Stop”, you laughed as soon as he brushed his fingers lightly over your side and your hip, hitting all the ticklish spots on his way while you squirmed underneath him, trying to get words through the laughs that were falling from your lips. ”That’s unfair, I can’t get to your ticklish spots!”, you complained, trying to reach out to him but instead he pushed himself up, though staying close enough to continue his little torture. ”Well that’s kind of the plan, Sweetheart”, he chuckled, winking at you as his fingers brushed once more along your skin, pushing your body to flinch again “Oh you asshole.” “Careful!”, he called out as you tried to reach out for him again, the tone more playful than anything as you grinned up at him, watching as the dim light danced over his handsome face before you saw a bright, shimmering light starting to shoot over the nightsky, making its way over the firmament as you gasped in excitement. “There’s one!” ”I swear if you’re doing this to attack my ass-” ”No, look”, you shook your head quickly before nodding up, watching as Negan turned around and caught the next shooting star flying over the sky. “Shit! Looks like the Universe is shooting cum shots!”, he called with a booming laugh out, letting himself fall next to you in the very next moment while another wide grin dragged itself over his face. “I get to wish for a shitton tonight!” “You can’t tell me though”,you warned, glimpsing at Negan who was starting to look like a kid at Christmas morning,”Else it won’t come true” “Can’t risk that”, he chuckled, looking down from the sky to you for a moment to wink at you once more and lean in to press a quick kiss over your lips right before looking back up. it got silent for a moment as you stared in awe at the shooting stars that kept making their way over the dark sky, giving you enough time to think up your wishes before Negan cleared his throat and the corners of his lips started to twitch lightly, turning them into a wider smirk. “Well alright then...I wished just now that we wouldn’t fuck right on this damn blanket as soon as the universe has finished shooting its cum through the sky.” “You fucking goofball”, you chuckled, nudging his side playfully as another thick laugh rumbled through his chest before you leaned in to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek,”Lets hope for you that reverse psychology works on shooting stars.” “Mhmm, come here”, he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close to his side. You cuddled up to him, moving to get comfy in between the pillows as Negan pressed a small kiss to your temple and held you tight while the shooting stars continued to rain down on you.

Finally, you could hear Negan’s footsteps coming up the stairs before he pushed the leaned door with his hip a little open and stepped back inside, taking a sip of his water before he handed yours over to you. “Here we go”, he said, a grin on his face that made him seem a little less tense than before as he placed the glass back on his nightstand and slipped back into the bed next to you, shifting close as you took a sip and pushed the glass onto your nightstand as well. Just as you moved back you could feel Negan already pulling you closer so you could huddle right back into him and feel him shifting so he could lay on his side and glimpse at you. You couldn’t directly pinpoint it but something was different now and just as you wanted to ask him if he was okay you felt him tightening his embrace around you, giving you another grin before he leaned in to press a warm kiss over your lips.

Still shaking you leaned against Negan’s chest, your slowly steady growing breath hitting his neck while you still sat on the wooden kitchen table. The warm morning sun was streaming through the windows and danced over your naked legs that had slumped from their hooked position around Negan’s hips to the ground. You could nearly still feel him thrusting into you, his hips moving against yours, his strong pounds letting the massive table shake underneath you while you clung shaking onto him. “Shit, it that ain’t the right way to start off the day”, Negan’s chuckled, moving his head to press a sloppy kiss to your temple while you slowly nodded, humming in agreement just before the clicking sound of the toaster made you flinch and snapped you back into reality. ”Fuck”, Negan cursed, letting out a loud groan as he slowly pulled himself away from you,”Those fuckin’ toasts.” Tugging on his sweatpants he shuffled them back over his legs, moving across the kitchen while the slightly burned scent that started to spread through the kitchen already gave away what Negan was calling out in the next moment. “Ah shit, it’s all burned”, he groaned moving to the counter, shortly revealing the toasts that had skipped half out of the toaster and were as dark as coal by now. “That quickie was worth it though”, he chuckled, turning around just enough to shoot you wolfish grin while a soft laugh left your lips as you shifted over the wood. “Yeah”, you nodded, tugging slightly on one of Negan’s white shirts that swung loosely around your body while Negan moved towards the bread bag and pulled out two fresh toasts. “Gonna put in some others”, Negan huffed, popping the new ones inside before he leaned down to the regulator on the toasters side, groaning slightly,”Gotta get a new one, this fucker’s a real asshole, always switches the times up. Those toasts should’ve been in there for what? Two minutes? Not the whole time we were fucking.” Another small huff left his lips before he started to ease up again as he seemed to spot something on the edge of the counter that motivated him enough to reach towards is and enclose it with his hands. “There’s something I wanted to give you, forgot it last night”, he said, a smile pressing in on his lips as he turned around, keeping whatever he’d just grabbed tightly in his hand so you had no change to guess what it actually was. “Open your hand”,he chucked as he strolled towards you, the grin widening a little as he caught your furrowed brows and the slightly irritated yet excited look in your eyes,”Just do it.” “Okay”, you said with a small chuckle, opening your palm flat out as Negan moved up to place something cool and small on your skin, the edges and ridges giving its identity away even before he moved his hands away. A silver key, attached to a small dark brown leather band that kept it in place while its sight first brought confusion into your mind before it quickly started to dim on you as soon as you glimpsed back up at him. “Y’know I want us to move in together someday...you know, when the time’s right, but till then...I just want you to know that this here is your home too”, he said, the warm smile on his face almost completely overtaking the grin as a wave of warmth started to spread through you,”And you can come here whenever you damn please.” You still must’ve looked surprised as hell, speechless even more as you stared at him, your lips drawing into a wider smile as Negan shrugged his shoulders softly. “We spend most of our time ‘round here either way, it’s only logical for you to have your own set of keys”, he said, moving a little closer to wrap an arm around you while the grin started to tug on the corners of his lips again and the roguishness found its way back into his eyes, “Plus, you can surprise me naked in bed when I come back from work.” “Oh so that’s the real reason?”, you asked with a laugh, finally finding words again as you softly shoved his chest only to see him shaking his head. “Nah, only the fucking cherry on top”, he said, winking at you before he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple,”Wanna have my girl around.” “Thank you, thank you so much”, you mumbled, slumping a little more in to wrap your arms around his torso and hug him, nuzzling your face into his warm chest as he pulled you closer into his embrace, humming contently. “No need to thank me for th-”, Negan started just before the plopping sound of the toaster sounded through the air again. It was loud enough to let the both of you flinch up and shoot your glances to the toasts that were instead of coal black finally deliciously golden brown, eliciting a loud, relieved chuckle to fall from Negan’s lips. “Oh fuckin’ finally!”

Negan’s lips still lingered over yours, moving over them as he a deep groan rumbled through his chest and vibrated against your body beneath him. Still a little startled you let out a surprised hum as he moved for a short moment back to glimpse at you right before pecking your lips again. “So surprised I wanna kiss my girl?”, he asked with a small chuckle, moving a little further over your body while you shook your head. “Nah”,you mumbled before you looked up at him with a small laugh,”Just thought you’d shut the lights down and we’d get right back to cuddling ‘cause you yawned your ass off before we got up here.” “Mhmm we can postpone that a little”, he mumbled back, right back at planting another kiss to your lips while a soft chuckle fell from your lips. “Okay.”

It was already near midnight when you found yourself sitting in front of your laptop, surrounded by uncountable open books and papers while the work you still had to finish didn’t seem to become less. Feeling your concentration and motivation vanish with each moment more you glimpsed from your spot at the kitchen table through the slightly opened door into the living room where Negan was sitting on the couch and was skipping through the TV programs. You’d do a lot to just cuddle up next to him on there now, but you knew you couldn’t and this simple fact brought your mood even further down than it already was. You’d been busy for weeks now, with barely any time for Negan left and this situation wouldn’t change as fast as you wished it would. Maybe one or two more weeks, but it still was too much for you at this time. It was exhausting, truly, and it didn’t help that you felt terrible for only being able to spend the mere minimum of the day and night with him. Sighing you squeezed your eyes, trying to get your concentration back on as you stared at the open document on your laptop before you heard the slight squeaking of the couch as Negan lifted himself up from it and started to stroll towards the kitchen, sipping on some whiskey while a slightly concerned look was laying over his face as he moved into the room. “How is it goin’?”, Negan mumbled, setting his glass on the table, on one of the last spare spots that didn’t cover the wood in books or papers and leaned down, pressing a warm kiss to your neck before he nuzzled his nose into your skin. “Honestly?”, you asked with a bitter chuckle, though part of your body started to slightly relax with each time you felt his warm breath brush over your side. “Honest as fuck”, he mumbled against your skin, before he leaned a little back, just enough to make you turn your head and look at him. “Shitty”, you sighed, watching the concern grow on his face as he dropped down on the chair diagonally from you at the short side of the table, watching as he grasped your hand and gave it a loving squeeze. It was soothing, really, but at the same time it gave you a sting, letting you realize once more how little attention you were able to give him during the last time. ”I’m sorry”, you gulped, feeling a small lump starting to grow in your throat fueled by the stress, exhaustion and frustration that were pressing in on you. ”For what?”, he asked, furrowing his brows, his hand still holding onto yours while another tight breath left your lips. ”That I don’t have time for you”, you mumbled, gulping thickly as a deep sigh fell from Negan’s lips as he shuffled a little closer to you with is chair. ”C’mon you really don’t need to apologize ‘bout that. It’s just temporary”, he said, giving you a soft smile as his hand left yours and instead reached up to cup your cheek, his soothing voice and touch starting to kick something off in you that had been suppressed by the pressure within you,”And don’t worry about my ass now.” You slowly, nodded, trying to gulp the lump in your throat away but instead it seemed to grow more, its presence spreading more tension over your face as Negan guided your face softly but firmly enough to make you look at him. ”What’s going on, huh?” ”I don’t now”,you said, trying to somehow put the thoughts in your head into coherent sentences,”I’m trying but I just keep losing my concentration and get distracted...it’s just too much and it’s not stopping.” “Well probably because you’ve been working on this shit for way too fucking long. Sure your head’s gonna get tired of this crap. Don’t beat yourself up, Sweetheart, that’s normal”, Negan quickly replied, brushing his thumb over your cheek before he leaned a little further in to glimpse at you,”And while we’re at it. Don’t you think you need a little break?” ”I do but if I take a break I don’t have enough time to finish this”, you said, your glance waving to the packed table just as Negan’s touch made your attention come back to him. ”You remember when I was hanging all night over these fuckin’ exams, grading the shit outta them?”, he asked and you could already tell where this was going ,”And you told me if I would take a break I’d be faster and more focused afterwards?” A tight chuckle left your lips mixing with a sigh as you tried to brush it off but Negan was quick to counter. ”Don’t do that, you know it’s true!” ”Yeah”, you mumbled, even though you a small voice in the back of your head was pushing you to keep trying to finish this now, afraid to fail if you wouldn’t. ”So just lemme relax you a little”, Negan added, his hand slipping from your cheek to your neck, the familiar smirk back on his lips. ”I’m not that much in the mood for-” ”I know”, he chuckled, his tongue sneaking over his bottom lip as he leaned a little further in,”I could tell. I got another idea...you’re gonna let me show you?” ”And after you can get back to this, all nice and relaxed”, he added with a bigger growing grin waiting before you slowly started to nod. Regardless of how much pressure you were still feeling, a break with Negan just sounded too good to resist right now. And so you followed him into the living room, his hand still locked around yours until you settled down on the couch and watched Negan grabbing the remote, stepping to the TV before he started to skip from the show he’s been watching till now to the music section. “What are you doing?”, you asked, watching curiously and a little confused while Negan only grinned for a moment back at you before he turned back to the TV. “You’ll see”, he said, starting to skip through playlists and songs, keeping the confusion in you up and going,“I’m just searching for that song you like.” “Alright”, you chuckled, deciding to just let him surprise you while he skipped through the songs, starting to swing his hips a little when the melodies sounded through the room. He looked funny like that and you couldn’t stifle your chuckles as you watched his slightly ligneous movements. “Don’t laugh, these hips are perfect for fuckin’ not dancing, you gotta have your priorities”, he laughed, giving you a playful glare while you nodded with another chuckle. “I know”, you said, grinning back at him before he seemed to have found the song he was searching for, leaving you in the dark for a moment as his figure covered the album cover on the TV before he hit play, tossed the remote onto one of the leather armchairs and moved back towards you. “C’mere”, he said, extending his hand for you to take hit and allow him to lift you back onto your feed while the familiar melody started to sound through the living room and you got where he was about to take this,”Maybe lil’ cheesy but this might help to take your pretty head off this shit...and its a bit more creative than just cuddling the shit outta ya.” Negan let out another small but throaty chuckle as he moved to wrap an arm around your body, pulling you tightly against his chest while you started to relax and settled against him as he started to slowly swing from side to side. Moving his head a little he leaned his against yours, pressing a small kiss to your temple as he cradled you against his body and allowed his warmth to take you in, allow you to close your eyes and breath deeply through. “That was a good idea”, you mumbled, leaning your head against his warm neck, breathing in his scent and feeling his arm tightening a little more around you as he chuckled softly against your skin, “Thank you.” “Mhmm anytime”, Negan mumbled back, pressing another kiss to your skin while you cuddled closer, “Not like I don’t get any benefits from this here.” His chest rumbled against your body as one of his hands traveled a little down your body, moving to caress over your ass and give it a quick but firm squeeze while another laugh fell from your lips. “Oh that’s why you wanted to slow dance”, you chuckled, still remaining cuddled up to him while you could feel him shaking his head slightly. “Nah, just the cherry on top”, he mumbled back, moving his hand back to pull you closer and keep you deeply in his embrace while the stress within you started to beat retreat, allowing you to relax a little and shut down the suspense that was still lingering in the back of your head for a moment. It wasn’t completely gone and you knew that this wouldn’t happen, but that was okay. For now, you were happy just like this, wrapped up in Negan’s arms and swinging softly from side to side to the sound of the music.

You could feel yourself still thinking about this moment in the living room when Negan started to plant kisses along your jaw, his large hand cupping your waist, making sure that you stayed closely by his side and giving you the same warm feeling as you had when you’d swayed through the room downstairs. Another small hum left Negan’s lips as he moved a little closer while you could feel an urge in you pushing you to finally get clarity into this whole situation. You didn’t want to push him, not ever, but you couldn’t keep on going like this either, unsure and with the both of you too rilled up to fall asleep. “Alright, what’s going in with you”, you asked with a soft chuckle, trying to keep the slight nervousness in you down as Negan halted for a moment you could swear that the tension from before started to slip back over his body. A small sigh left his lips as he slowly backed away, just enough to glimpse at you, the grin gone from his face and replaced with a slightly nervous expression. ”I know you heard”, he mumbled as one of his hands reached up to let his thumb stroke softly along your jaw, his eyes following its movement for a moment as it it would help him to collect his thoughts. Another thick gulp travelled down his throat while you could feel yourself growing a little tense, unsure of what to expect. “I should’ve had the balls to just speak it out”, he said, a nervous chuckle falling from his lips as his eyes finally found yours again and the tension slowly started to transform into warmth,”Not just on the couch today, way fucking earlier.” A smile started to grow on your lips as your eyes stayed fixed on him, watching as he gulped thickly before a smile began to tuck on the corners of his lips as well. “I love you”, he finally said, eliciting a wave of happiness to wash over you while a part of you was still asking itself if you were dreaming for a moment. The smile on Negan’s lips broke fully through as he glimpsed at you, another chuckle, now more happy than nervous falling from his lips as he let out a deep, content sigh, ”Fuck, I love you so goddamn much.”

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Lyrics: (Unless Tumblr screwed the fonts up, the bolt words below are those that I especially used in this imagine!)

One look, dark room Men just for you Time moved too fast You played it back Buttons on a coat Light hearted joke No proof not much But you saw enough Small talk, he drives Coffee at midnight, the light reflects The chain on your neck He says look up And your shoulders brush No proof, one touch You felt enough

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You are in love

Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt He keeps his word And for once you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much, but it said enough You kissed on sidewalks You fight and you talk One night he wakes, strange look on his face Pauses, then says, you're my best friend And you knew what it was, he is in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love

So it goes You two are dancing in a snow globe, go round and round And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life try to put it into words

'Cause you can hear in the silence You can feel it on the way home You can see it with the lights out You are in love, true love You're in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You're in love You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You're in love

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strawberrynamjoon · 4 years

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our last summer

– pairing: taehyung & reader

– warnings: a bittersweet mixture of fluff and angst, taehyung being a cheesy romantic in love and a sweet shower scene!!

– summary: in order to rescue your failing relationship, taehyung tries to fight for you one last time and flies to paris with you to relive some of your favorite memories – desperately hoping that the city of love will remind you of how much you love him again.

– word count: 7k

– note: this is based on “our last summer” by abba aka the best song in the universe <3 like always, this is not proofread yet, i promise i’ll do it someday.

You weren’t sure if you felt like crying or like smashing plates but by now, just looking at Taehyung was enough to make you feel upset. It was heartbreaking to see how the two of you drifted away, especially when you always were so sure that it could happen to anyone but never to you. At least that’s what you thought for the longest time.

A constant battle was going on inside of you, a turmoil, completely overwhelmed trying to decide between staying for the old times' sake or leaving and trying to move on. Neither of these choices was the right one in your mind but in the end, you still had to make one.

Maybe, your relationship with Taehyung was teaching you that sometimes in life you have to make a decision between two options that both are awful.

As he heard the sigh that escaped your lips, your boyfriend of five years glanced up from the book he was reading on the couch in the living room only a few meters away. The expression in his eyes gave him away easily – he knew exactly what was occupying your mind.

The book was thrown to the side, Taehyung couldn’t care less about which page he was on when he was currently watching his relationship crumble right in front of him, and his tall and broad figure made its way up from the couch over to the dining table you were desperately trying to work on your laptop to get your mind off your real problems.

He sat down opposite from you, closing your laptop so you would concentrate on him.

Studying his face, you still saw the same handsome man he was when you first fell in love with him. Actually, he might even be more handsome now than he was before, his boyish features grew into more manly ones over time. It was still painfully obvious that Kim Taehyung was an attractive man, no question – but the spark was missing.

“What’s on your mind, buttercup?” he asked carefully, lowering his head a bit so your eyes were forced to meet his.

Not even the loving pet name he gave you in the early stage of your relationship made you feel anything anymore. Well, nothing but frustration. Frustration because after all these years you spent together it didn’t seem fair to you that suddenly it didn’t fit anymore.

Thinking back to the start you were so sure that no one would ever be a better match for you than him. The way his hand fitted in yours, the way his body seemed to melt into yours at night as if you were two puzzle pieces, belonging together. Your beginning was such a happy one.

But that was the harsh reality about relationships, the bitter aftertaste. The endings are never happy.

Shrugging, you ran your hands through your hair, trying hard to sound as unbothered as possible, “Just the usual.”

It was hard to say who was in the worse position: You, the one who is falling out of love and sooner or later has to break the other person’s heart or Taehyung, the one who still loves so much and will get their heart broken.

Well, thinking about it for a second both of you didn’t seem to be in the ideal position. It didn’t matter who had it worse, both of you hated the current situation, feeling helpless and vulnerable constantly.

Taehyung was almost reaching out for your hand that was laying flat on the table for a second but stopped himself before he actually touched you. By now he knew that even his touch alone was making you feel burdened.

Now he was the one to let out a sigh. Sighs seemed to be your most common method of communication over the last few months, “I’m trying my best to be the best boyfriend I can. Please, if there’s anything I can do to save this, just let me know.”

It hurt how hard he was trying because you knew he was indeed doing everything that was possible to make you happy again. But the more he tried, the more you distanced yourself. May it be a defense mechanism or just you feeling guilty, it was the sad truth, inevitable.

Both of you were hurting and both of you knew where all of this was going – in the end, you would break up.

Despite the younger versions of yourselves swearing that you would never ever lose feelings for each other, the current you knew better. It was just a matter of time until you would part ways.

Pressing your lips into a hard line, you nodded. You couldn’t count the number of times you sat down like this in the evening to talk about your failing relationship on one hand anymore.

“What if those feelings will never come back, Tae?” you asked him carefully what was burning inside your mind for the whole day. Every time you looked at him you longed for just a hint of the feelings you used to feel – but no matter how much you wanted to, you felt nothing.

On the more positive side, Taehyung has always been your friend. No matter what kind of situation, you never had to choose your words carefully or be afraid of him judging you. If there was something on your mind, Taehyung would be there to listen and talk you through it, regarding your relationship or not.

His gulp, followed by him pressing his eyes together was giving away how much it affected him. You saw him crying one too many times to not know that he was trying hard not to let those tears roll down his cheeks at that moment.

“Don’t give up on us just yet,” his pained request was nothing more than a whisper and you could feel your heart physically cracking a bit, “Let me try one more time to convince you that the feelings are still hidden somewhere inside of you.”

You reached out for Taehyung's hand, squeezing it lightly. The unexpected touch made him look at you again, eyes longing.

"Sure," a weak smile was all you could offer him, "I don’t want this to be over neither. I really want this to work out again as much as you, believe me."

Nodding, his lips carefully pressed a kiss against your hand that was still holding his, "I have something in mind, it just needs a bit of planning."

The curiosity inside of you rose in an instant, Taehyung knew just how nosy you were and his favorite thing since forever was to tease something and then not tell you what it was.

"You're mean," you let out a weak laugh, "But I'll wait. I know you won't tell me anyway."

“Just don’t make any plans for next weekend.”

You startled out of your sleep in shock when you heard the loud alarm clock. After all these years, you never got used to just how loud Taehyung needs to have his alarm sound in order to actually hear it.

But instead of being greeted with a sleepy Taehyung next to you in bed you instead found him standing in front of the bed, dressed in his most fashionable clothes, two luggage bags in his hand.

For a second, just the smallest second, your heart sank, the luggage making you think that he decided that he finally had enough of your constant mood swings and was about to leave you. Even though you played with the thought of breaking up so often, you never felt more vulnerable than in that second.

As soon as you saw him laugh at you though, you realized that he was not leaving you for good.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked grumpy, stretching while sitting up, “Why do you have your stuff packed?”

“Actually, that’s not my stuff, it’s our stuff,” the proud grin never left his lips, “I have to go and get something quickly before we leave. You have thirty minutes, better hurry up.”

Now you were wide awake, wondering what Taehyung was going on about on this Friday morning.

“What do you mean, before we leave?” you yelled after him but you could only see his back as he was shrugging and telling you that it’s a surprise – certainly the thing he teased a few days ago back in the kitchen.

A part of you was afraid – you knew that he was just trying his best to make you stay with him, whatever the surprise would be, but you didn’t want him to be disappointed in case it wouldn’t work out. It would break his heart if he put the effort into something cute for you and it still didn't work out.

The other and luckily bigger part of you was excited. It has been too long since you felt this excited about anything – real excitement, not the one you feel when a new season of your favorite show gets announced but the one that grows deep in your stomach, almost thrilling.

Knowing Taehyung, his surprises always were a hit, and even though things are rough between you, it was definitely worth a shot. You trusted him enough to know that wherever he was taking you would not be a disappointment.

But before you could give in completely to looking forward to it you felt stress rushing over you, having to get ready within thirty minutes without even knowing where your adventure would lead.

Rushing to the bathroom you were surprised with a letter attached to the mirror with adhesive tape. It had your name written on it, a few red hearts doodled around it.

Sitting down on the edge of your bathtub you opened the letter, wondering what your boyfriend thought off for this weekend.

A small smile crept onto your lips as you read the letter. Taehyung surely knew how to be romantic, even after so many years.

But you had no time to gush about it, time was running and you had to at least look like a human before you were leaving.

Taking a quick shower and putting on concealer and some mascara in a rush was all you managed before Taehyung stood in the doorframe of your bathroom though, ready for the two of you to begin your adventure.

Turning around, you chuckled as you saw the croissants and strawberries he was holding up in the air, "Got us something for the flight."

"You're insane, Kim Taehyung. Taking me to Paris spontaneously like it isn't a big thing?"

"Anything for you," he shrugged slightly embarrassed and you could swear there was a blush creeping onto his face, "Are you ready?"

Nodding, you walked out of the bathroom with a smile on your face, "I'm always ready to go to Paris with you."

It has been some time since you thought about that trip to Paris many years ago but ever since you stepped into the airplane nothing else was on your mind.

The whole way from the apartment to the hotel so many memories of your first trip as a couple came back to your mind, each one of them making you miss how close you used to be.

Back then there was nothing more important than Taehyung’s and your relationship – you still remember how your heart skipped a beat seeing him fit in with the surroundings, not sure if he or Paris was prettier.

You couldn’t help but giggle like an idiot when Taehyung insisted to carry you through the door of your hotel room in bridal style just like he did the last time.

It was beyond you that he somehow managed to get the exact same room you were staying in back then – honestly, alone the fact that he still knew which one it was was impressive enough. It was typical for him to pay attention to the small details, one of the things you always adored about him.

In the back of your mind you couldn’t help but still doubt the intentions of this trip a little bit, fearing that not only it could become awkward but also that your precious memories of your favorite vacation with Taehyung could be replaced with worse ones after that.

But as soon as he insisted to carry you through the door bridal style you couldn’t help but giggle and promise yourself to push away all those negative feelings for at least this weekend.

After all, even if the love might be gone, Taehyung was still one of your closest friends.

“You know I could walk in myself, right?” you asked amused, your grin making Taehyung smile in an instant. It has been some time since he was the reason for your smile – your real smile, one that actually reached your eyes.

He shook his head while scrunching up his nose in the cutest way. Once again, you were blown away by how handsome he actually was. His tan skin, his wide chin and your favorite feature on him, his one double and one mono eyelid. All the things you were able to appreciate for hours back then.

All those pretty traits of him used to make you weak in the knees and you suddenly missed those feelings. Even though you weren’t feeling them right now, at least you started to miss them again. That was a good start, wasn’t it?

“You technically could but that would be pretty boring,” he laughed, kicking the door behind him so it would close while his hands were busy holding you. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you wondered when you last were this close to him.

Walking to the bed, he gently let you down on top of it. The room didn’t change one bit, it was almost as if the time stood still since you last were here.

Taehyung raised his eyebrow at you, his eyes lighting up as something came to his mind, “I wonder if it’s still here.”

Before you could ask him what he meant he was already stepping outside to the balcony of the room. Curiosity took you over once again, following him out.

As you stepped after him, he was already squatting down, inspecting the lower part of the wall to his right.

“They painted it over,” he almost sounded sulky and you only now remembered what he was looking for.

Your eyes widened, “I completely forgot that we wrote our initials down here. Our criminal side jumped out back then.”

Laughter escaped your boyfriend’s mouth, shaking his head in disbelief, “We were so afraid to get caught. The whole thrill just for them to paint it over like it meant nothing.”

“It was so small, I bet they didn’t even notice it and just painted the whole wall because it needed a fresh coat of paint,” you assumed, remembering the little heart you wrote your initials in.

After the two of you put away your luggage and refreshed yourself a bit, Taehyung told you to get ready for today’s plan.

“Today, you’ll get the best out of reliving old memories and making new ones,” he informed you smugly as he was waiting for you to put on your shoes, standing in the doorframe, ready to go.

Your hotel was close to the centrum, surrounded by several cafes and bars. Taehyung has always loved the aesthetic of Paris, especially on a warm summer evening like this one. He didn’t care about the full streets and the traffic jam, he felt right at home in the overcrowded streets of France's capital.

All Taehyung cared for was the breathtaking views, the old architecture, and being with you. Also known as his biggest inspirations in life, even though if he had to rank it, you would definitely come first.

He always used to say that you couldn’t describe Paris, you simply had to feel it. Back then you thought it was cheesy and cliché of him to say but you knew how much Taehyung loved the city so you never said anything about it.

By now you felt the same way about Taehyung – it was hard to describe being with him, it was something you simply had to feel. And you felt it all, every positive emotion there was, over the span of many years.

You felt the comfort and joy of being loved by the man himself and once again he was proving to you that he was the best boyfriend anyone could have. It has always been like that. And that made it only harder to think of a life without him.

The two of you were walking under the pink-tinted evening sky, people were all around you, pushing and shoving, not caring if anyone gets run over.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung suddenly asked you, taking your wrist in his hand while hurrying to guide you through the crowded street, “I know this must be terrible for you since you hate crowded places.”

“I’ll survive,” you joked, appreciating the way he made sure to get you out of this mess as fast as possible, “Where are we even going?”

To your luck, the ending of the crowded street was right in front of you. The warm summer air was hugging you as you walked next to Taehyung and even though he let go of your wrist again, you took his hand in yours.

For most people that wouldn’t be a big thing but it must have been several months since you and Taehyung were holding hands in public – it almost felt like you were holding hands for the first time again.

“I thought we could start at the street with the cafe we always went to last time,” he immediately shot you a wide smile at your surprising action, squeezing your hand lightly, “I’m so happy to be back.”

You let out a laugh as the two of you were walking down the streets of Paris, “I thought you planned this to sweep me off my feet again but I see, you just did this because you missed Paris.”

It was nice to hear his laugh again, one without worries and filled with genuine joy, “Hey, I’m having the best of both worlds, just like Hannah Montana used to teach us when we were young.”

“Very wise. You’re an idiot,” you replied amused as you eyed the familiar café, a rather small one with the cutest tables out of green metal that reminded you of the ones your grandmother used to have in her garden.

“I agree,” he smiled while coming to a halt in front of the cafe, “But at least I’m your idiot.”

If any other men would say something incredibly cheesy as that it would have made you cringe instantly but Taehyung mastered the art of predictable flirting so well that you almost felt like blushing.

The two of you sat down outside of the cafe on one of the small, round tables as Taehyung ordered two café au lait for you. The ambiance was full of life as people were chattering all around you, enjoying their Friday evening just like you were. There were enough people around you to give the two of you a weird sense of privacy, everyone too busy with their own life to pay attention to anything else.

“I remember last time we were here a mad Jimin called you in the middle of our little date because you accidentally took his keys with you,” you reminisced.

Taehyung remembered that call too well, fearing for his life back then, “It’s been so long, I almost forgot I used to live with him.”

“To be fair, I snatched you away from him pretty fast,” you answered, “We moved in together so fast, once you moved in with Jimin we already made plans to move out again.”

Your boyfriend’s face was resting on his hand as his whole attention diverted to you, his eyes sparkling as he was listening to you talk about old times, “I remember your father wanting to kill me because he thought we were rushing things."

It was heartwarming to think about all the past memories, the smile on your face never leaving as you were talking about them, “You and my dad have come a long way. He might even like you at this point.”

“Well, it only took me several years of convincing him that I’m not leaving,” Taehyung was right. It was a fight for him to make your father like him but he never gave up, “I think as long as you’re not pregnant I’m fine for now.”

“If I’d come home pregnant he’d chase you down with a machete for sure,” the thought alone had you bit your lip so you wouldn’t burst out laughing, “I don’t think he would want to become a grandfather anytime soon.”

Agreeing, Taehyung nodded, "Thank god, I think us becoming parents now would be rather chaotic."

The two of you were having an easy-going conversation, a rare thing nowadays, for what felt like an eternity. He told you about his newest client that he disliked so much and you told him about the new band you discovered and instantly fell in love with. It was almost scary to realize how few things you talked about over the last time despite living under the same roof.

Two coffees each and several topics later, Taehyung and you decided that it was time to leave the café for now, even though you already agreed on coming back for breakfast the next day.

“Where are we going next?” you asked him, wondering what this night still had to offer for you.

As he was standing up he offered you his hand and you gladly took it, “Let me surprise you.”

About twenty minutes later you were sitting down on a picnic blanket on a grassy area close to the Eiffel Tower. Last time you were sitting there, Taehyung kept on insisting how sad it was that he already had kissed you several times before because he thought this would have been the most perfect first kiss to ever exist.

To this day you remember how whiny he was about it, not shutting up until you made him with a long kiss.

“Do you still remember how upset I was about the whole first kiss thing?” Taehyung asked with a smirk on his face while searching for something in his back.

Chuckling, you nodded, if only he knew that you thought about the same exact thing just a second ago, “I just wanted to enjoy the view but you kept on whining.”

“Stop making fun of me,” he laughed, handing you a bottle of wine and a corkscrew, “It was a missed opportunity. Imagine how cool it would be to tell our children about our romantic first kiss under the Eiffel tower. But no, our first kiss was an absolute mess.”

“Stop dragging it,” you insisted with a laugh, “It was perfectly fine.”

Scoffing, he got out a lunchbox filled with several croissants and some cheese, “Perfectly fine? We were drunk in Jeongguk’s bed with Hoseok and Becca spying on us through the window.”

“I loved it,” you assured him, laughing brightly. You did love it - it was perfect in its own way, “Maybe it wasn’t 'kissing under the Eiffel Tower while being wine-drunk' perfect, but it was enough to make my heart flutter.”

Taehyung's deep chuckle as he was thinking back to your first kiss was almost endearing, “I was so nervous back then. I kept on hoping that you wouldn’t try to hold my hand because it was super sweaty.”

Drinking the wine straight out of the bottle, you and Taehyung enjoyed the view as the sun was almost gone and the Eiffel Tower was shining brightly.

It was so easy to think of the old times, back when both of you had nothing to worry about ever because your relationship was the strongest thing to exist at those times.

“We were so much younger,” you laughed as you laid down, head resting in Taehyungs lap, “Just two college kids with no worries.”

Taehyung’s long fingers were playing with your hair as he was looking down to you – the sparkle in his eyes was still there, even after everything you’ve put him through. It never went away, not when you first told him you’re reconsidering you’re relationship, not when you started to sleep on the sofa, not even when you confessed that you weren’t sure about your feelings anymore.

How hard it must have been for him to watch you fall out of love right in front of him without being able to stop it happening – and still he never stopped fighting. This trip was just another try to save your relationship.

And honestly speaking, you felt closer to him right then and there than you did in months. As you were looking up into his eyes, in the city of love, with a thousand stars in the sky you almost thought you could go back to normal. But what would happen as soon as you were back home, the risk of your everyday life catching up and cursing you once again?

He offered you a breathy chuckle, not breaking the eye contact for even a second, “We’re still young, buttercup.”

“Why does it feel like I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders then?" you asked him with a pout, "It certainly wasn't like that in college."

"That's probably because we stopped drinking in the middle of the week," he joked, his fingers were slowly wandering from your hair down to your cheek, caressing it lovingly.

He managed to get out a chuckle from you, enough for him to be satisfied. Nodding, you agreed with him, "You might not be wrong about that. But that's what I mean. We couldn't just get drunk in the middle of the week because we're simply feeling like it anymore. We're too old for that."

Taehyung let out a laugh, shaking his head in disagreement, "Let me prove you wrong. Next week, I'll buy a bottle of your favorite liquor just for the two of us and we'll drink it in the middle of the week and the next morning we'll both call in sick."

"No way," you scoffed with wide eyes, "We can't just do that."

Your reaction was too cute for Taehyung to handle, he could swear he felt his heart melting at the shock in your face, "Of course we can. And we will."

"You're insane," you told him, "We can't skip work because we're hungover. We have responsibilities."

Taking your hand in his he brought it up to his mouth, kissing every finger individually, "Stop discussing with me. We can and we will. You're always overworking yourself and I bet it could help you relax. Just trust me."

Laughing, you realized that Taehyung was actually serious, "Alright, Tae. I trust you. Let's do it."

It was about 10 p.m. when you and Taehyung decided to end your little picnic and continued your evening in the form of taking a walk along the Seine, your eyes glued to the shimmering reflection of the city lights on the water. Your hand was held by Taehyung’s, exactly where it seemed to belong.

“Hey, stop, for a second” Taehyung suddenly stated, standing still and making you do the same. As you turned around, you saw him smiling at the sky with his mouth slightly open, reaching out to the sky with his free hand.

“What is it?” you asked with a laugh on your lips, wondering what Taehyung was so fascinated by. all of a sudden

Freeing his eyes from the night sky he looked at you, raising his eyebrow playfully before his arm wrapped around your waist and instantly pulled you close to him, your body stumbling into his as his hand found your face.

“I swear I just felt a raindrop,” his eyes were full of excitement like the ones of a child and it was almost funny to see him like that, “This is just perfect.”

“It’s not raining,” you shook your head playfully, amusement in your voice, “I didn’t feel anything. You’re halluci–”

You were cut off before you could end your sentence, your face now shooting upwards too after you felt a raindrop on you. Taehyung and you both were standing there, him holding you close as you were waiting for another one.

“I told you,” he laughed, “I just felt another one.”

And just then, you also felt one more raindrop on you. And shortly after, another one.

“No way,” you whispered amazed before looking Taehyung in the eyes, shaking your head in disbelief, “There’s no way it’s starting to rain right now. This can’t be a coincidence. You planned this.”

The smile on his face was replaced with sincerity in his eyes, the situation turned serious within seconds as slowly but surely, more and more raindrops hit you.

It almost hurt to look Taehyung in the eyes, the moment a bit too perfect to be true. His arm was pulling you a bit closer to him, closing the remaining space between your chests.

“Do you remember what I said three years ago?” he asked with a certain carefulness in his voice.

You only nodded in response, both of you awfully aware of the tragedy of the situation. Of course, you remembered Taehyung's promised last time it was raining while you were walking along the Seine.

“Due to the circumstances I will obviously not drop down to my knees now,” his voice was filled with pain, “But I want you to know that if we manage to get over this and one day come back here I’ll do it without a doubt.”

It always has been one of your personal favorite memories – you and Taehyung, in the pouring rain in the middle of the night, right where you were standing at that moment. A strong feeling of required love to the fullest between the two of you.

The way your heart was racing and your stomach was tingling when Taehyung promised you that the next time he would take you here he would come to the Seine again on a rainy night and he’d ask you to marry him.

He was so sure of it, so sure that it would happen. Ever since you started dating, both of you were sure that you'd end up getting married one day. Not only you but everyone around you thought so.

Back then, no one could’ve known that the next time you would come you were coming to save your relationship instead of taking it to the next level.

You didn’t have to look at Taehyung to know that his eyes were filled with tears, the way his voice sounded already gave him away. You tried hard to stay calm, a deep sigh coming from you as you once again longed for Taehyung's and your happiness.

By now the rain was pouring, both of your hair sticking to your face and your clothes draining.

“We drifted away from each other,” you repeated what you told him ever so often quietly, your forehead resting against his chest, hoping for some kind of comfort, “but I don’t want to lose you. You’re still my best friend and partner in crime. But you also deserve someone who loves you more than I am capable of right now.”

You felt Taehyung’s hand on the back of your head, holding your head close to your chest right before his lips pressed against your forehead. The two of you haven’t had that much skinship in a long time and you almost forgot how much comfort the broad man could give you.

“Well,” he laughed lightly through the tears, “I don’t want anyone but you. It’s always been like that. I just need you to want me too, that’s all we need to work it out.”

Another quick kiss was pressed to your forehead before you dared to look up again, a few of your boyfriend’s tears getting mixed up with the raindrops on his skin but even though the situation was sad you could see a bit of hope in his eyes.

"I don't know where we went wrong," he started talking again after realizing that you were at a loss for words, "but if you close your eyes and think of the future right now, don't you see me in it?"

You never thought of it that way. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine how your ideal life would look like in five years.

The scenario in your mind was a clear picture – You, on your birthday, coming home from work. You moved out of your current apartment into a house with more space and more daylight, your parents were there, smiling brightly, your best friend was there too, you saw Jeongguk and Jimin playing with your nephew in the garden, running around like crazy and you noticed Yeontan, running after them.

And then you saw Taehyung – not as your boyfriend but instead as your husband, lighting candles on your cake with the brightest smile, just waiting to kiss you and tell you he's proud of you – with nothing but admiration in his eyes. As soon as you noticed him you felt a tight feeling in your chest, not necessarily a bad one though. It gave you a sense of home, a place you belonged to.

Of course, you knew that this was only your imagination, your ideal idea of the future, and that the reality most likely will be different but he had a point – even though it is hard, you haven't given up completely yet.

“You think we can still save this?” you asked him as you wiped the tears from his cheeks, “What if we go home again and fall into old patterns?”

Slowly, he shook his head no with a sigh before both of his hands found your face and you felt him come closer.

And a few moments later you felt Taehyung’s warm lips on you, the contrast to the cold raindrops sending shivers down your spine. The kiss was slow, romantic, and meaningful – it said more than any spoken words ever could.

It meant that he would take care of you, he would work through every problem with you, he would fight and would hold you close. All of the things you always knew, just forgot over time.

Taehyung was always there and he would always be, as long as you let him.

As he broke the kiss, his forehead still against yours he grinned at you, satisfied with the feeling he knew he just gave you. Taehyung felt it too, the butterflies that went right to your stomach.

“See,” he quietly laughed, “I want to make you smile for the rest of your life. That is if you let me.”

You shot him a smile, a real one, one you actually meant, “Let’s go home, Tae. I’m cold and I want to take a warm shower.”

And like that the two of you walked through the rain, hand in hand, talking about everything that came to your mind.

Taehyung, the gentlemen he was, shielded you from the rain by holding his jacket over your head the whole time, working hard as your personal umbrella.

Despite your feet hurting and the rain pouring, the way home was not bothering you at all. It was nice to see Paris at night once again, especially with Taehyung not able to keep quiet about every little thing he loved about it. Every few seconds he'd point to a building or a statue and one time even to a simple bus stop to tell you how pretty it was.

About twenty minutes later the two of you were finally back inside the hotel room, completely drenched and freezing. Even though it was rather late by now, you weren't feeling tired, the adrenaline of the spontaneous trip and all the impressions of today keeping you awake.

The warm water hitting your body as you stepped into the shower was much needed to prevent you from freezing to death. You suddenly became awfully aware of how tired your limbs felt, how exhausted your body was and how much you just wanted to lie down in bed, excited to share it with Taehyung again after such a long time.

Your thoughts were processing the evening – just yesterday you were still doubting that you and Taehyung could ever go back to normal but seeing him today, proving that he still is able to manage to sweep you off your feet, you felt positive.

It might take some hard work and a lot of changes but both of you were more than willing to do anything for your relationship.

As you heard the bathroom door open, you were torn out of your thoughts.

“I’m coming in,” Taehyung warned you with a giggle before the shower curtain was opening, your tan and muscular boyfriend standing in front of you, offering you a big smile.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked playfully as he was hesitating for a moment, not sure if you’d be okay with him joining you but he won’t let you tell him twice.

Hugging you from behind, he pressed a small kiss right under your ear. You almost forgot how sensational it was to feel his skin on yours, the feeling of it leaving a warm and burning desire in your stomach.

“I missed this so much,” his voice was almost whiny, pressing kisses to the back of your shoulder between every word as his hand was drawing circles on your hipbone, “Missed you so much.”

Turning around to face him, you gave him a small peck with your arms wrapped around his neck, “I missed you too. We should go to Paris more often."

“I’d love to just pick you up and kiss you wildly against the wall right now but the chances that we both slip and die in the process are too high,” he made both of you laugh.

"As sexy as that sounds, I'd prefer no broken bones tonight," you said before leaning in for a kiss. The water between the two of you was kind of distracting but you couldn't care less, just wanting Taehyung to hold you close.

This was the nicest shower you took in the longest time – while Taehyung was busy kissing your jawline, down to your neck, down to your collarbone, and so on, you were shampooing his hair, making him giggle as the kind gesture.

"This feels peaceful," he hummed with his face nuzzled into your neck, hugging you tightly as he was waiting for you to be done so the two of you could go to bed, "I won't let you stay on the couch tonight. Don't you dare to even try."

Turning the water off and reaching for the towels next to the shower you laughed, rubbing his hair with it playfully, the messy wet hair in combination with his puppy eyes being a dangerous combination, "I wouldn't even if you forced me to."

Both of you were slipping into your bathrobes, ready to go to bed after such an eventful day.

"Taehyung," you gasped as you opened the door to the room, your heart skipping a beat, "I don't deserve that."

You were greeted with lit candles all over the room, your favorite show on Netflix already waiting to be played and the biggest bouquet of roses standing on the nightstand.

His arms wrapped around you from behind and you could basically hear the smile he had on his face, "I told you tonight will be a mixture of old and new memories. We had all the old ones, now it's time to create some new ones."

He walked over to the bed, making himself comfortable, "Aren't you going to join me?"

Shaking your head, you told him to wait for a second, looking for something in your handbag.

When you found what you were looking for, you opened the door to the balcony, Taehyung following you, wondering what you had in mind now.

As soon as he saw you crouching down, close to the wall he knew exactly what was going on. Crouching down beside you he kissed your temple as he admired the new artwork decorating the wall.

"I love you still, so much," he almost sounded touched, the small action meaning a lot to him, "We'll get through this. I promise."

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