⚘( ၴႅၴ plot: For the first time Rumi plans to confess her feelings, but you’re too special for her to do it correctly.
͙͘͡★ warnings: cringey actions but we all do it, Fluff, My first time writing for her. TWO IDOITS IN LOVE! THATS THE TROPE. TAKE IT OR LEAVE.
˖ ࣪✩₊ Ash talks: really hate this one. But u hope you like it 🥹
Maybe she should have just texted you instead. Or maybe a voicemail, because there was always more of a chance messing up face to face. But she wasn’t a coward. She slayed demons, hundreds of them! So why can’t she face you?
At yet, when you looked at her with sweetness and stared back at her with those eyes- She was reminded of how you make her feel.
She messed up her words, her voice breaking when she tried to get out a sentence she couldn’t even form the words to.
“Uh, Rumi?” You were confused and also concerned.
“I have feelings.” No shit, everyone has feelings Rumi. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
You chuckle a bit and look at her with a tilted head, your brain not willing to give in to the thought of her liking you. “Feeling are cool…What kind of feelings are they?”
You’re just as dumb as her. Even the world could see you two had feelings for each other and had merch.
“Dinner? Yeah, I want dinner.” Her faces falls. And yet you flash her a smile. You thought she was the cutest thing in the world.
“If you need to leave you could have, rehearsal is done and we have about five hours until we need to be on stage.”
She sits there blinking at you, and you slowly do the same with how quiet it is. She’s so stiff, so still like she’s afraid one move and she would die. Which could be true, she wants to die of embarrassment.
“I wanna have dinner with you,” she rushes her words out, “I want candles, I want to take you on a good first date. I wanna get to know the real you, and I wanna share desert.”
Oh.
Ohh.
“Yeah, dinner’s cool.” You straighten your back and nod your head. Your voice too high pitched and obviously you started to sweat- Could she notice?
Hiya!! Could you do fluff prompt 18 for the actor Lee Soo-hyuk? Thanks!
Sure thing! Thanks for requesting~ ♡
Lee Soohyuk | Soulmate AU
fluff | 0.9k
He checked the glowing numbers on his wrist again for the tenth time in five minutes. While he usually wasn’t too fond of people thinking he looked cold and unapproachable at first glance, right now he couldn’t be more grateful. He needed to get out. He had a reputation to uphold, sure, but the tiny clock on his wrist was ticking. He was running out of time and there were so many people in here. He’ll be damned if he misses the one person he absolutely has to meet just because there’s a ton of different people he has to greet or to politely chat with. Not to mention he probably doesn’t seem very polite when he keeps checking the little glowing digits on his skin. It’s only minutes now before he’s supposed to meet the person and he doesn’t want it to happen here.
The last minute starts ticking down just as he reaches the roof. The party sounds far away here, the words exchanged between the other souls who came to seek more privacy and quiet here blown away by wind. He’d be able to relax here, if it wasn’t for the overwhelming anxiety that he feels when thinking about his soulmate. The soulmate who has now less than twenty seconds to appear. He leans over the railing and takes a deep breath. He promises himself he’ll turn around soon and search for the person - his person, that he’ll be the one to approach them. He should be, his pride tells him. But he finds himself frozen in place. He’s a little shy at the best of times, so knowing he should be meeting the one person universe created for him puts more pressure on him than he can bear. He sees he only has ten, nine… He doesn’t get to overthink it or panic properly as he feels a gentle touch on his upper arm.
“Excuse me,” you say and smile nervously when he turns to look at you. You pull your hand to your body again, wrist turned up as you watch the remaining time tick by. He mirrors your stance, his hand right next to yours and the numbers match, seconds passing by in sync, counting two, one… Then the timer stops and fades. And you swear your heart stopped for a beat just then too. “I know this might be sudden, but I think you’re my soulmate.”
You watch as he checks again that the time on his wrist is not counting down anymore and is fading away, the number stuck at all zeroes. His gaze whips towards you, then back to his wrist. He seems confused more than anything, distrustful even, which you don’t blame him for.
“I’m sorry, but how did you know?” is the first thing he says. He’s hard to read as he speaks, which only makes you more nervous. You laugh to ease your anxiety.
“Ah, well, I knew today’s my day and so I was kind of looking around, wondering who it might be, and I was hoping it’d be you,” you explain. Finally his facade breaks again and his confusion shows once more. You chuckle and take mercy on him. “You’re really handsome, and I’ve heard so much good about you from some of our mutual friends.”
“I was hoping for a more mystical explanation,” he jokes, but you see the tips of his ears turning red as his lips turn up. He seems much less intimidating when he smiles.
“Then forget everything I’ve just said and let’s try again - I have the power to change my fate and decided to waste my power on you?” you try and he chuckles, the sound deep and rich and makes you crave to hear it again and again.
“‘Waste?’ Didn’t you say you heard nice things about me?” he does it again, the sound, and it’s endearing how he tries to hide his shyness. At least you don’t have to worry about being the only one feeling out of your depth.
“Well, if you’re still not happy, I can go and you can try again,” you tease, and although you make no move to actually leave, he reaches out to stop you. He hesitates just before his fingers can graze your skin. Your eyes meet, his gaze soft as if he’s asking for permission. You lean into his touch and his fingers wrap around your wrist carefully. A shiver runs down your spine. You don’t notice how his breath stutters.
“Don’t. I’m happy… I’m very happy,” his eyes fall to the faded time stamp on your wrist that matches his. The time you’ve met.
“Me too,” you confess, softly, and smile when your gazes meet again. He seems nervous and as you stand in comfortable silence, you can’t hide your own anxiety either.
“Would it be too straightforward to invite you for coffee tomorrow?” he asks, “Even if we’re still strangers.”
“Strangers connected by fate, though,” you giggle, “I’d love to get coffee with you, Soohyuk.” This time you see the way he has to bite back a smile at the sound of his name. It disappears, though, when he realizes…
“y/n,” you supply helpfully, “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he says, and you’re not sure whether he notices that his thumb brushes against your faded mark with more tenderness than you’ve ever known.
Imagine running through London with Wilbur. Imagine the joy in his soft brown eyes as he gently tugs you along, his long legs making him faster than you.
imagine racing to get to your guys’ coffee shop. Imagine plopping down into a chair as Will goes to get two hot chocolates and a dessert for you to share.
Imagine wiping away the whipped cream mustache on his upper lip. Imagine him kissing away the dot that “accidentally“ ended up there.
Imagine giggling quietly at the jokes he makes.
Imagine being with Wilbur in the beautiful city of London….
author’s notes: for valentine’s day i decided to write cheesy drabbles! i’m going to celebrate my lovely friends!! this is inspired by the sweet @lovingonrepeat , this drabble is for you DJ <3
“Did you know you just exude love?” Yuta says randomly as you have your usual ritual of being in each other’s embrace with faint music in the back, just enjoying each other’s warmth.
You laugh at his sudden question. “What?” “I just love you so much, did I tell you how much I love you?” You raise your head and -as expected- he is looking at you lovingly. You nod at him and snuggle up on his chest. “I love you too, do you feel my love?”
“Yes, that’s why I am saying you exude love.” He starts rubbing your back as he explains himself. “The way you hold my hand, how your eyes light up when you rant about your favorite subjects and share your thoughts about it, when you eat your favorite dessert and bring some for me when I’m busy, your messages asking how I’m doing and stuff, I really have a lot to say here.” He giggles and you look up at him again.
“Really? Isn’t that just me being clingy?”
He furrows his eyebrows and stops rubbing your back. “Wait a minute, who said that? Did someone say that to you? Was it in a good way or in a bad way?”
You quickly shake your head laughing at his protective behavior, he would be like that always. He has your back every choice you make- everything you do- Yuta is right beside you. “Me, I just thought about it.”
“Well, I guess I need to teach you a lesson.” He tickles you until you are squealing and trying to escape from his hands, after a good laughter he open his arms and once again you are cuddling, you laying on his chest as you hug his waist and he holds you gently. “You make me feel loved.”
That caught you off guard. There’s no need for you to say anything, he continues. “I really value you talking to me about everything and checking up on me, you don’t even know how grateful I am with you for being such a lovely girlfriend.”
“Uh oh, this is getting cheesy and I’m going to cry if you keep going.” You joke at his serious statement, it felt so heartful it hit just right. If someone can just express deep words full of love, that’s Yuta. You don’t look up this time, you just hug him tighter as you feel him smile through his next words. “I am learning with you by my side how to be more open about my feelings so I’m trying to do something here, miss.”
“I love you too, Yuta.”
“But I didn’t say anything.”
“Yes, you did. I heard it through all your words.” He laughs and kisses your forehead before starting a battle of who loves who the most.
17 from the fluff list which then turns into some smut with 42!! With jongho from ATEEZ!!! Love your work!
Omg thank you! I’m glad you enjoy reading my works! ^^
Watching Jongho make pancakes in the morning was your favorite thing, despite him being an idol and all famous around the entire world, having in him in your kitchen shirtless and struggling to make perfect pancakes for the two of you was the most lovely yet domestic thing in your lives.
“Don’t smile at me like that” He warned, not even needing to move his eyes away from the pan he was using, he could feel your eyes on him, Jongho loved having your attention “You know it drives me crazy” He said, finally lifting his gaze to look at you. The smirk on his lips was playful and contagious, making you giggle.
“I can’t help it” You replied, butterflies starting a revolution in your stomach when he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer against his hard and wide chest “Jongho” You complained when his hands slid underneath your the shirt he had lent you as his body backed you up against the counter.
“I just can`t control myself when I’m around you” He admitted with his forehead pressed against yours right before he leaned down to give you the sweetest and most passionate kiss he had ever given you.
I am a dog. I’m a Teacup Pomeranian with black all over my tan body! Or maybe it’s tan with my black fur? My dad is human. He’s very tall and he’s very nice to me (though he does chase me a lot). He is a very nice dad. He gives me treats when Granny isn’t looking. He taught me a lot of stuff. I can sit and I can boop his hand with my nose when he asks me to.
He has a habit of talking to me and moving his hands all the time. When he tells me to sit, he shuts his fists. When he asks to hold my paw, his hand is in front of me. He’s a very strange dad.
He is also a very busy dad. He takes good care of me in Korea, but I stay at Granny’s house a lot. He travels and he has a lot of friends. I have a lot of uncles too! I know one of my uncles has a dog too! I’ve met some Sugar Gliders and they were really nice, but I think they flew off into the sky now.
I love Granny’s house. Even if dad isn’t home and he’s very busy, I know he’s happy! He misses me a lot he says. When he calls Granny I can always see him on her phone’s screen. I can’t touch him though- I haven’t figured out how to get behind the phone to sit in his lap.
My dad has a really cool voice! It’s very low, nothing like mine. Though, he sounds more like me when he talks to me. He gets cute and makes a lot of funny faces too.
Dad has gotten me a lot of toys too. My favorite is a red ball that jingles when it’s thrown, it’s really big though so I have a hard time carrying it. Dad laughs at me when I drop it.
I have a mom too. She’s been with dad for a year now and she’s very nice. She’s over as Granny’s all the time! She talks to me a lot and pats my head as I nap on her lap.
She’s very warm and tall but short for a human. She’s shorter than dad but taller than me! She dances with me around the living room of Granny’s house and sometimes packs a bag and takes me to her home for a night!
She got me my own bed at her house (but I always sleep with her). She cuddles like dad does, so I lay by her chest when she’s sleeping. I yip at her when she goes into the bathroom and won’t let me in. I watch her brush her teeth and put that weird stuff on her face that makes me sneeze if power falls from a brush. I help her pick out her outfit by tugging on her pant leg as she stands in front of her mirror.
I’ll wait patiently on her bathmat when she showers and she keeps the door cracked for me if I get hungry and need a snack while waiting for her. She takes me on walks every day and some times Granny comes too. We always go to a dog park so mom and Granny can talk.
I’m glad Granny likes mom. I like her too.
Today I’m going to mom’s house. She’s got my bag on her shoulder and my leash in her hands. I dance around her feet as she tells me to stay still and she shuts her fist. “Sit,” she says and I can’t disobey my mom! I sit and patiently wait for her to hook me up. She hugs Granny and I bark at her to tell her bye bye too.
Now, it’s off to mom’s house!
I love walks, but today I got to take a car ride in mom’s car. She drove me all the way to her house as I looked out the window in the seat next to her. She would pat me occasionally and talk to me about some stuff that voice in the car says. She’d hold my chest and make sure I never fell off the seat when the car stopped or started again.
Mom is very caring.
It’s afternoon now and after my nap, I wanted to play. Mom was at her computer. Maybe she was busy? I hopped up and walked off my bed as I went to her feet. I placed my paw on her foot as she looked down at me and smiled. She pushed her chair back and picked me up. I sat on her chest now as I watched her computer. I don’t know what she was doing, but it looked fun!
Soon, she stopped and picked me up again before putting me on the floor and stretched. I grabbed a tug rope and dragged it back to her.
“Oh, wanna play do you?” She asked me. I dropped it momentarily to bark at her before I picked it up again. Mom grabbed the other side and sat on the floor. Now, the game was on as the tug of war began!
I’m very strong, I always win against mom. Dad never lets me win, but mom is very fair when playing tug of war. She’s always very tired after a tug game so I know I’m stronger than her. She always laughs at me too, she’s very proud of my strength.
Mom made a small dinner tonight. I saw mac and cheese and some salad on her plate. She sat at the coffee table so I could sit beside her as I ate my own food. Though, she did share her mac and cheese with me.
I pranced at her heels as she walked around the house, tidying up and sweeping. The broom was scary so I barked at it. Trotting at her heels again, she goes into her room and into the bathroom to shower. I lay on her bathmat again.
At night, she always puts on dad’s shirt. He doesn’t live with mom, but a lot of his clothes are here. She has a drawer of dad’s clothes for his sleepovers. She wears one of his t-shirts tonight. Mom is walking around her room as I lay on dad’s side of the bed waiting for her.
Her phone is beside me and it started ringing, scaring me as I jumped up and nosed at the screen. It was a picture of dad. I barked at it as mom pat my head and started talking. She smiled as she walked around her room.
Dad and mom talk a lot on the phone when they can. Dad is still very busy, but he loves mom so I’m happy. I love mom too.
“Tannie, say hi to daddy,” mom tells me. I yip lightly and I can hear dad laughing and cooing on the phone. Tilting my head in confusion, I still want to know how I can’t touch him through that thing!
Mom and dad say goodbye to each other and soon mom is in bed with me, her phone away and the lights off. She’s sleeping now as I look at her. I get up and move closer to her and lick her chin before laying by her chest and falling asleep.
In the morning, I stretch. Mom has a big background with a fence all around it. She even had a doggy door for me. I always like going outside in the morning. It’s warm and when it rains, there are all sorts of puddles to play in. Mom doesn’t let me inside without wiping me off though when it’s wet. I get too dirty.
I’m outside for a long time. Chasing birds and yipping at squirrels are threatening to knock over mom’s hanging bells. I like to sit in the sun and I decided to go back inside for some water. I hear mom awake now too, so I have to say good morning.
“Good morning, Tan.” I yip back at mom, happy as she sets down a small plate of my food. I chew and much on my breakfast as mom sits on the floor with me as she eats a piece of crunchy bread with peanut butter. That stuff makes my chops sticky.
It’s very early when mom and I heard the doorbell ring. I hope off the couch and start yapping. I stop when mom tells me to though. She tells me to stay on the couch, so I lay down- but I’m ready to call when she needs me.
I’m not very patient though. She’s gone for a moment when I get off the couch. Maybe the mailman is back again? He visits almost every time I’m with mom. He’s very nice and always gives me treats.
Mom is hugging someone. Someone very tall and very happy. He’s swinging mom around from her toes as they both laugh. I sniff and I know that human anywhere.
I bark. Once, twice and a third time.
They let go of each other as mom looks at me and I see dad!
“Tannie!” He cheers as he kneels and claps his hands in front of his knees. I race to him as I pounce my paws off his knees, knocking him to his butt. I crawl into his lap and place my paws on his chest as I lick at his chin. He laughs as he pets me. “I missed you too buddy!” He rubbed his face into my fur.
Dad picks me up and stands so I can see mom’s face clearly. I sniff at her as she pet’s me and scratches my head. Mom’s scratches always feel better than dad’s.
I sit content in dad’s arms as he talks to mom for a while. Dad carries me into the kitchen then back into the living room where we all sit on the couch. Mom is very close to dad. I lay on dad’s lap for a while as he puts his arms around mom.
Mom pets my head again as dad kissed her cheek. I wanted to kiss mom too, so I got up and licked at the same cheek dad kissed. Dad pouted at me.
“Did you replace my kiss on mommy?” I yip at him because I love mom too. “Don’t talk to your dad like that!” He teased as he ruffled my fur and I barked at him again, sitting on mom’s lap.
“I’m just his favorite,” mom said. I barked. “See?”
“Ouch,” dad laughed. He said ouch, but he wasn’t hurt because he was laughing. Dad kissed mom’s forehead as she put her head on his shoulder. I lay across mom’s lap and put my head on dad’s thigh. It was quiet in mom’s house this morning with dad’s unexpected visit.
My name is Yeontan. I have two human parents and I love them both very much. My dad is Taehyung and he is a very good singer and a very good dad. My mom is Y/n and she’s very nice and very fun to play with.
I am a good dog, and I’m a very happy Pomeranian pup.
It has been a beautiful wedding ceremony. The guests to the reception of the second weeding of Max and Jessica Glenreed have been enjoying the party that has become a celebration of love. Both the groom and the bride have left earlier that night and in the middle of the room there are just some couples dancing.
Most of the people that remains in the venue are looking at a pair of boys who are swaying in each other´s arms. Everybody knows them. Everybody knows that maybe, the following wedding would be the one in which they´ll be declared as husbands.
Ash smiles when he hears some whispers that say the same thing he has been thinking since Eiji caught Jessica´s bouquet in his hands. He would marry the man who´s smiling in front of him. He would marry Eiji Okumura even if marriage has never been a dream of his. But suddenly, there´s a future drawn on Eiji´s eyes. If it´s with Eiji, he would do whatever it takes to keep him by his side.
Ash can see a life together in Eiji´s eyes. Ash can see happy days and passionate nights; he can imagine a little house in a quiet place near the beach, maybe they can adopt a dog since Eiji loves them. Ash can see himself growing old with Eiji by his side, walking streets and fighting new battles. He can see himself falling in love with Eiji all over again. Yes, he would marry Eiji one day and he cannot be surer about it than in that very moment when Eiji´s smiling surely imagining the same things he´s watching in his mind.
“Do I sound like a hopeless romantic if I say that I want to have a day like this someday?” whispers Eiji and Ash smiles tenderly.
“A day for you to be the most handsome man on Earth? That´s unfair, Eiji, you are like that every day in your life”, answer Ash as Eiji´s cheeks fluster.
“That´s not what I´m talking about, Aslan”, says Eiji with a pout.
“What are you talking about then, babe?” asks Ash even when he knows the answer perfectly.
“I want to have a wedding day too. I want the suits, the flowers, and the ceremony. I want our friends to be smiling as I pronounce my vows. I want to throw a bouquet directly into Sorter’s hands. I want photographs, thousands of photographs that Mr. Ibe would take for us. I want a ring on your finger and I want…”
Eiji stops abruptly in the middle of his speech. He has never been afraid of telling Ash what he´s thinking or feeling but this time he thinks maybe he has surpassed a limit. Because maybe Ash is not dreaming of a wedding. Maybe Ash doesn´t have the same wish he has.
“I want that too”, says Ash making Eiji´s eyes sparkle with his answer. “I want to be the groom in all your pictures.”
“This has been the worst proposal ever”, says Eiji before he kisses Ash´s lips softly. “But I´ll make it up to you soon, I promise.”
“The day we´ll get married all the hearts in the room will melt.” Says Ash with a sweet smile on his lips. “Mine will be the first because I´m serious when I say you´re the most beautiful man in the universe and when I get to see you in your groom attire, well, Eiji Okumura, I´m going to have a heart attack.”
Eiji smiles and kisses Ash again, this time deeper and hard. Because even when it has been the proposal he has always imagined, it´s beautiful to know Ash wants to be with him endlessly and forever. Eiji´s happy to know that. Eiji feels his own heart melting at the idea of an eternity that´s called Ash.
It wasn’t every day that you got to travel to the UK; while you loved your job as a makeup artist, most of your jobs kept you in the United States. You were somewhat thankful as that it allowed you to keep tabs on your parents as they got older and still maintain contact with your best friend and other extended family. But when you go the call to work with Tom Hiddleston you jumped at the chance.
But here you were, in London, staring at his home address on your smartphone, trying to match it up to the addresses in front of you. You seemed to be missing the obvious and kept pacing back and forth, trying to work it out. Your phone vibrated with an incoming text; you had to smile at the contact name you had saved.
Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?
You texted back a quick reply: It would be helpful if you could open the door, so I know where I’m going? ;-)
You saw the brown door to your left open a crack before his head popped out with a grin. You smiled and dragged your bag behind you as you approached.
“Thanks for saving me! For a second I thought I might be stuck in the ‘Mirror World’,” you joked.
“Not at all! Although Benedict might take some offense to the suggestion he’d do that to you,” Tom teased back. As if on cue, Benedict walked in from the kitchen. Your eyes widened a fraction, not expecting the other gentleman.
You looked down at your calendar. “Did I get the wrong date?” You frowned at the phone hoping you weren’t coming off as unprofessional as you felt. Yo heard a tiny giggle and turned to see a little boy staring at you with a grin just like his dad’s. You knelt down and offered him your hand. “Hey there little guy!” He took a finger and shook it saying “Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi!” You giggled and looked over at the couch where his mom, Sophie, was watching you with a cautious smile.
Tom blushed. “I may have asked them to come and keep an eye on you, I mean me!” He corrected as you smirked and arched an eyebrow. “I hope that’s ok?” Another little boy darted in from the kitchen, but hid behind his dad’s legs. You gave him a small wave before you straightened up.
‘“Ok if we don’t get started I’m going to be playing with kids all day,” you teased. “Not that I mind in the least!” You let Tom escort you upstairs to his bathroom and you got set to work, laying out all of your brushes.
Tom shifted slightly on the closed toilet lid. “I’m getting warm in here,” he muttered.
You smirked at him. “Is there enough light in the kitchen?”
Tom nodded so you gathered up the brushes and makeup laying out while you shook your head in amusement. “Why do I feel I’m being set up here in some way?” you asked Tom. He smiled but offered no answer.
Benedict and his family were still in the living room when you came down. Tom took your things and carried them into the kitchen while the youngest immediately attacked your legs. “Uppy!” You picked him up and he tugged on your hair. “Pwetty!” You tickled him and he let go of your hair easily before either parent could intervene. The older one gave you a measured look before asking “Can I help you with Uncle Tom?”
You set down the little one while you gave… Kit a smile. “Of course! I could always use an assistant! How about… a quarter for every brush you touch?” You could see Benedict and Sophie both wave their hands but you smiled at them. “Then you can put it to your school things.”
The rest of the afternoon flew by. Kit was a big help and counted every time he touched a brush; when he got stuck you or Tom would give him the next number. Somewhere around 30 everyone stopped counting. Tom gazed in the mirror and chuckled at the bright pink eyeshadow and powder blue lipstick Kit had insisted on, while Hal the baby had insisted on “uppies” again and had brushed an intense pink blush on Tom. After the Cumberbatch family left, you helped Tom clean up his kitchen.
“How about dinner, to show my appreciation?” he offered with a timid smile.
You blushed and smiled back at him. “I’d like that; thank you!”
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