Got Impatient Waiting For Min Ho Fan Fiction So I Made One In A Minute

Got impatient waiting for Min Ho fan fiction so i made one in a minute

I hate it. I want it to burn. But here 🥰🫴

No pronouns used

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Imagine trying to find some skin care products your friend recommended so you go to the nearest beauty shop by your dorm.

You walk in and look around for the skin care for a while staring at the link your friend sent you. Your gaze flickers from the photo of the cream back to the shelves wondering if it was even at this store. The workers asked you if you were alright but you nod and give them a smile saying you were fine.

After thirty minutes of loitering you decide to leave thinking you were unlucky in choosing the location. Before you could step out you feel a tight grip on your wrist and you turn back to see a handsome stranger in a white hoodie and some gray jeans. He seemingly glares at you looking you up and down and muttering words in Korean under his breath.

Before you could even understand what was happening he started dragging you throughout the store mumbling things under his breath like, “This can help with acne,” while placing seemingly random products in your basket. “Best treatment for blackheads and pores,” a nose strip gets placed in.

You protest trying to pull your wrist away and try to explain you won't be able to pay for the basket that seems like it could overflow if you keep walking with him. “Stop complaining. You're going to get wrinkles.” He grabbed an anti-aging cream this time and turned around to look you up and down again. You felt self-conscious under his gaze wondering if you should have tried harder with your outfit even if it was the weekend.

“Did you even try waking up in the morning?” He asked you with a tone that sounded like you woke up just to annoy him. You tried to hold back a scoff and discussed face at his words.

You can't even respond before he drags you to the cashier and looks at you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry, but I can't pay for it.” You apologize for looking at the two zeros after the $34. “It’s too expensive anyways. I’m sorry for wasting your ti-”

“Stop apologizing.” He scoffs, flipping out his card from his wallet. He doesn't bat an eye as he places it in the register.

“No-! You really don't have to do that. Let me repay you somehow.” You tell him but something in your gut told you to let him pay for it and run with all the skincare you had no idea how to use.

“Who said I wasn't going to let you repay me?” He replied with a snarky voice. The cashier placed the jars, tubes, small cardboard boxes, and any other products he bought for you in a bag.

“It could take a while but I can get you the money-”

“7:30 pm tomorrow at the new French restaurant. Don't be late.” He turns around and starts to leave the shop. “I’m Min Ho. You don’t need to be afraid to follow me on insta. I have that effect on people.” You can hear a cocky laugh leave his lips as the automatic glass door closes leaving you staring at his retreating feature.

Maybe you should go shopping for a cute outfit today as well.

𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓼. 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼.

✿ summary: you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

✿ ft: mahito

✿ unedited

you only now thought about how cursed spirits interacted with your world. its not like they were like ghosts, unable to open doors or lift a soda can. they were able to do that, you’ve seen it. you’ve seen that manhole cover be lifted, the sun drifting down like a ray of light piercing the sewage floors with its light. you’ve seen him move it to get inside to see you and his little projects. so you know that curses can interact with the real world. they can move stuff around just like yourself.

so how did people not notice them when it was winter? snow falling onto the concrete and the crunch of shoes on freshly fallen snow. how did people just not notice footprints left behind them?

there really was no use in worrying about it. it was just a waste of your time especially when you finally got out of that nasty sewer for the first time in what felt like forever. yeah, a random backlot of a bankrupt companies building was a little filthy but it still has fresh air. something you were desperately lacking.

mahitos boyish laugh broke you out of your daze, his hand reaching out for your wrist to drag you deeper into the parking lot. your feet drag behind his, the difference in physical mobility clear.

“look, look!” he pointed at a larger patch of snow than at you, almost for approval. his eyes were wide like puppies waiting for a treat, mouth stretched wide. looking at him almost made you forget the fact he kidnapped you and dragged you away from your family and friends without a second thought.

“what do humans do for fun in the snow?” he asked, dropping onto his butt onto the cold snow. it would have surprised you how he didn't flinch from the cold but this was mahito youre talking about.

“snow angels… they’re pretty fun-”

“-what is that?” he asked, a hand outstretched onto the snow to press change his weight distribution to lean closer to you. he seemed so normal with the light of the moon illuminating his pale face.

“you get on the floor. and then you move your arms and legs around.”

“like a warm?”

“no.”

“show me, [y/n]!”

“omph-!”

before you can do anything he charges at you, smile never leaving his face. arms wrapped around your body sending you both tumbling into a new patch of snow.

“show me, [y/n].”

so close

his arms were beside your head, cold air swirling around your neck and face.

his laugh was nice. the way he sprayed his arms out, muscles contrasting was a little nice.

he grabbed your arms by your weak biceps and started to drag them up and down the snowy powder. your hands would connect at the top making a small ‘smack’ sound.

“like this?” he asked, breaking from his concentration to look back up at you.

“not all the way up,” you try to break from his grip but the curse keeps a bruising grip, his eyes telling you more than you should know that's not a good idea.

so you bring your arms up and show him, up, down. when he saw what it was doing he shouted like he just cursed some disease.

“[y/n], [y/n]!” he shouted jumping up only to plop a few feet away from you, just enough space to try his own. “like this?” he asked lips parting and eyes wide. he really didn't look all that evil with the moon shining down on him like that. he also looked human with how much the dark concealed him.

“you move your legs, like this,” you moved your legs from side to side as your arms went up and down. and mahito let out that gasp and giggle.

“i got it [y/n]! you humans really don't know how to have fun do you?” giggles bubbled from his throat, arms and legs moving to create divots in the snow below him.

and just as fast as his happiness started it ended. he slowly came to a stop, eyes darkening looking up at the twinkling sky.

“are you happy to be spending christmas with me? humans spend it with people they love the most, don't they?” he sounds rather thoughtful. that's more than you got in a while.

“oh, it’s christmas. that’s nice.”

“answer my question,” he seems mad, a small wrinkle between his brows now showing.

“yeah, it's nice.”

“am i important to you? do you love me the most? more than anyone else?” it seems rather out of character to be asking for praise. geto probably said something to get underneath his skin.

so you tried to laugh and have your shoulders move just as your arms were a few seconds ago. “mahito,” you turned your head to see he was staring right into your eyes. like he wanted something. no- needed something. just what happened? “you spend christmas with people who make you happy. you make me happy,” you lie completely utterly and deeply in your soul.

his hand dragged along the snow, a divet in the snow following him before his fingertip touched your own. his wrist was elongated further than any human should, his hand wrapping around your own, so quick it almost seemed like he was afraid that he would lose you. but you knew that was wrong. he would and could never lose you.

his cheek pressed against the snow facing you. his eyes, those blue and gray eyes, looking into yours searched for something. the stitches on his neck bobbed when he swallowed some spit. “humans are so simple.” he could go on a rant but there was nothing. just his eyes searching your own and a cold hand holding onto yours, a bruising grip.

yet with how he spoke he still branched out another hand out of his one hold onto you own and moved it to caress your cheek. it pushed the snow on your cheek off, and held the fat with such tenderness. it was strange.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

𝒸𝒾𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾è𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇. 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈.

✿ summary: you're warm and make him feel fuzzy inside even if that can’t happen

✿ ft: leona kingscholar

a bedroom with three walls maybe wasn't the best place to sleep during a snowstorm. winter breeze ghosting over your face and exposed toes like a ton of iced bricks.

however, all hopes of leaving the freezing room were lost. the sleepy lion man held you tight in his arms, holding you close to him. he felt like a furnace heating you up. his brows knitted together while he squeezed you impossibly closer.

he was more stubborn than you thought, locking you in his freezing bed like a prisoner. you tried to wiggle out of his death grip, miraculously succeeding only to get tugged back into his arms.

“go to sleep,” he grunted, pulling you closer to his chest, resting his chin on your head, letting you get the perfect position to get that natural scent he had. he smelled like flowers, no help to the botanical garden and dusted with the small scent of sweat from training.

he would be lying if he said he wasn’t somewhat enjoying your company beneath the warm sheets. sure, he’s warm and he didn’t need you, but you were just so… warm. he didn’t know why but with you, he felt like he didn't come to this school for nothing. his family isn't breathing down his neck when he's with you.

of course, you don’t need to know this and never would know this. so for now, you're stuck in his bed being shielded by him.

what’s more, what you never needed to know was how fast leona's heart was beating. the small sweat on his face, a contrast to the rest of the room. this never was supposed to happen. the feelings he harbored deep inside. ignoring you until you finally came over to ask him why he hated you; the complete opposite of the truth. yes, there was plenty of room in the dormitory but at the same time, when was he going to get another opportunity like this again? you would just say you were going to be late to class and grim is failing a magic class and dragging down your grade. he needed this chance, this opportunity.

so he told you to stay, saying it wasn't safe to go back to the mirror chamber and walk through the inevitable snowstorm happening. of course, you believed him. he was one of the smartest people you knew.

he did want the extra warmth your body provided. yes, he was practically a magical fireplace but he needed something to keep him warm. that's your job. to keep him warm so he can sleep. not to make his heart flutter and feel like it was going to leap out of his throat with the murmurs of ‘i love you’. you were doing the opposite of what you were supposed to do. making him feel like a puddle of water hot enough to evaporate and keeping him up with swarming thoughts of why you were staying with him or if you could hear his heart bumping.

he did wonder what malleus would think if he heard about this. his precious mortal having to seek refuge from him, a wannabe prince instead of fae. that thought couldn’t help but make him smirk, nuzzling you closer. his scent was clinging onto you, no doubt not leaving the next day.

so he continued to hold you closer trying to memorize your every movement, the way you breathed, the way your hands held onto him, the way your face looked when you slept, clinging onto him.

so until the moment you reciprocate his feelings, he'll stay here. waiting. longing. so close to you yet so far, never aware of how you truly felt for him.

Yan!Buc-ee's worker x reader headcanons

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who took the job to help support his family's farm and pay for his school supplies.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who paused chopping meat when he noticed you entering the store with runny mascara and shoulders heaving. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who for some reason felt a twinge of embarrassment about his bright red polo and khaki uniform. Did it make him look tacky? Was his hair messier than usual? What if you didn't like the cowboy hat he was forced to wear? What if his chopping skills weren't as good as you wanted them to be? Why is he sweating all of a sudden?

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who had to ask you to repeat your order, all the while feeling embarrassed, unable to tear his gaze away from your glossy lips as you spoke.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who, for some reason, blurted out that the Beaver Nuggets complimented your eyes, feeling his gloved fingers start to cling to his sweaty hands as you finally smiled and said, 'Thank you.'

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got yelled at by an old lady for watching you leave the store with two brisket sandwiches and a bag of Beaver Nuggets instead of taking her order.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who parked at school the next day and saw you again. However, this time, he witnessed you being forcefully pushed out of a truck and onto the concrete of the school parking lot.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realized that the boy who shoved you out of the large red truck- your boyfriend, was the school's prized quarterback

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who had heard about what your boyfriend had done to anyone interested in you, so he kept his distance and watched from afar as he witnessed the actions.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who can’t stand always seeing him coming into the Buc-ee’s with you. A hand on your waist and the way your face looks. You look so scared. Why would you be with him? He makes you look like his old bloodhound, shaking and about to drop dead at any sudden movement. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realizes that when you bought those two brisket sandwiches, they were for you and your boyfriend.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who realizes that the reason you had been crying that first night he saw you was because of the boy in front of him, asking for a smoked, chopped beef brisket and barbecue sauce on a soft white bun.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who smiles and says ‘yes sir’ when your boyfriend asks if he remembered the order, snapping his fingers to make sure he was even alive.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who couldn't help but look at you and pray to his mama that you remembered him that night. That one boy that made you smile when you cried because of your horrible boyfriend.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got caught by your boyfriend for looking at you one night. He just couldn't help it now could he? The way your face illuminated when you were looking at something in the freezer, it was breathtaking. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got yelled at by your boyfriend for 'lookin' at my woman,' before security had to kick him out escorting the quarterback out of the store, with you following closely and apologizing for your boyfriend's behavior. He might need an inhaler if you kept making him forget how to breathe.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who finally snapped after school, watching your boyfriend hit you for the last time, grabbing your hair and pulling your scalp. Did he just call you a whiny bitch? You're not supposed to swear! How could he?  He delivers some soap in his mouth for that dirty mouth of his.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who marched up to him and landed a clean punch right on the jaw, causing the quarterback to stumble back. Oh no, did he just spit out some blood? And why was he crouched down, glaring like that? But wait, are you alright? Why are you looking at him like that? Are you afraid of him? That was the last thing he wanted!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who then found himself brutally beaten to a pulp by the football team the next day at lunch, with you watching from afar, looking as guilty as ever.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who got patched up by his mama after school, telling him to stay away from those 'big shot boys.' 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who jumped when she suddenly started squealing, kicking her feet, and giggling when he told her that he had done it to save a girl. It's not like that; you're just a friend, a girl he's been talking to almost every night since that first time he met you.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who showed up to school the next day with a busted lip and patched-up eye. Will you like him? What if he looks gross like this? What? Are you thanking him? You’re just so sweet!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who asks if you want him to drive you back to his place. It’s really nothing much for him. He’s just looking out for you is all. What- you want to actually do it? You want him to drive you home? 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who holds his breath and fiddles with his pencil the rest of the day waiting for the end of school to come. What if you tried to kiss him? How would your lips taste? Sweet? Sour? Just right? No, he can't! You have a boyfriend!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who makes sure to get you into his car while your boyfriend is stuck at practice. You can just tell him you drove home with a good friend of yours!

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who listened to you told him where to drive, making sure to go just under the speed limit. He’s just being safe, don’t worry! He definitely isn't doing it so he can be with you longer, where did you hear that from?

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who asks if you want to visit the local lake with him since you seem so stressed out lately. Huh? You’re scared people have noticed you’ve been down? Don’t worry, he’s just perceptive like that watching your boyfriend beat you to the point of blood dripping from your bruised body.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who lays down a picnic blanket on the bank of the river for the both of you to sit on. It’s just so relaxing with him here, isn’t it? Is your boyfriend starting to leave your memories with thoughts of him? No? Well you should, he’s honestly such a big waste of your time and energy. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who softly grabs your hand, squeezing it telling you everything’s going to be ok. 

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who watches you panic and fold up the blanket throwing it back into the car when you say it’s past your curfew while the sun sets.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who decides the speed limit is just a number. He’s watched NASCAR on that old brick of tv for a reason after all.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who sneaks into the backyard of your house to help you climb into your second-story room.

Soft!Buc-ee's employee who gently grabs your waist, making sure not to squeeze too tightly as he lifts you up, allowing you to climb onto the trellis.

"If that boyfriend of yers messes with ya one more time, y'all just send 'im my way. Whoa now, don't ya go fallin'!"

HWLP WHAT US THIS

like what would he think about my pastor in youth group back when i was in it ???

what would he do to this 30 something christian rock man who carries an acoustic guitar everywhere???

would he be ok with it or smash that thing???

what would he think of those games we played?? i dont think he can beat me and my friends at dodge ball or night in the museum in the chapel with the lights turned off. nuh uh

anywho guys, priest taiju. i wonder what his sermons would be like or if he’d like my old youth group friends.

𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓾𝓷. 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶.

✿ summary: after eating strawberry scones and maybe a bit more than a little snow, riddle won't let you leave

✿ ft. riddle rosehearts

you hadn't expected it. you really should have, but you didn't.

the perfectly cut grass along with those pops of red in heartsabyul had been draped in a pristine white layer of snow. the once almost postcard blue sky transformed into a muted gray hue. soft mummers of the wind now were hidden with a biting nip. tiny snowflakes began to multiply, swirling and twirling in the wind. the atmosphere began to shift into a flurry of snow. 

voices yelled to get back inside once the wind kicked up. 

you had followed the dorm leader inside the half eaten strawberry stones left to fly with the wind or be suffocated by the mounting layers of pristine powder.

now, after being stuck in his cozy room, it didn't seem so bad to be stuck here. who knew it was against the queen's rules to get out in the snow thirty minutes after eating a strawberry scone?

was it even coming down that hard? maybe the snow could go up to your knees, but grim needed you back at ramshackle. he did have the ghosts, and you had, well, riddle, overbearing as ever. he passed back and forth in his room, hand on his chin, muttering something under his breath. his eyes would occasionally glance your way before immediately diverting to the floor.

you were lucky enough to find yourself on his bed, blankets and duvet draped around your form keeping you warm, a nice contrast to the freezing blizzard coming down outside.

"aren't you cold, riddle?" you asked the boy who momentarily paused, his shoulders tense in the chilly air.

"no, don't be ridiculous," he almost responded too quickly, but there was a subtle shiver beneath his confident tone.

“riddle.”

“i told you, im fine.” he snapped before a high pitch sneeze erupted out of him, leaving him frozen in a moment of vulnerability.

“sure.” you looked at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “just join me.” you tell him and pat a spot next to you, the soft noise nustling into his ears. 

he looked at you, obviously thinking it over. yes he was cold, very cold and you were warm. you were also a friend. a friend he cared about a lot. what if he embarrassed himself? what would his mother say?

riddle hesitated for a moment, his expression softening before he reluctantly moved to sit beside you, not before peeling off his gloves, heels and cloak, seeking the warmth both from your words and the shared space. bed dipping the air between you held a subtle tension, a mixture of the biting cold and an unspoken connection.

opening your am with a blanket you wordlessly invited him closer to you. shoulders brushing until nudging and then finally touching, no space in between the two of you. you wrapped the blanket to his shoulder. 

“what are you doing?” he snapped back, his shoulders tense as he resisted the urge to yank the blanket off.

“keeping you warm,” you said calmly, unaffected by his abrupt response. you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, a sigh escaping you as you allowed yourself to relax. he inhaled quickly, his posture stiff and straight as always.

you opened your eyes and looked into the red head's. “you can relax, you know.”

“i am relaxed.” he retorted, but his words contradicted the truth. his fingers fidgeted, his posture remained tense, and everything about him screamed awkwardness. despite his efforts to maintain composure, the vulnerability beneath the surface was palpable, like a tightly wound coil just waiting to unravel. the air held a quiet tension, a delicate balance between his resistance and your gentle persistence in breaking down the walls he had built around himself.

"right," you couldn't help but let out a laugh, though a subtle tightness settled in your chest. was he even trying to warm up to you? the fact that he didn't force you to be in the same room as ace or deuce right now suggested some level of care, but maybe not enough to share such an intimate moment with you.

riddle caught on to your feelings, your face not doing much to hide them. gradually, he slid his hand over towards yours, bit by bit. perhaps, in his own way, he was opening up to you. his frostbitten hands latched onto yours, seeking warmth from the cold.

you flinched, and riddle almost immediately shot his hand back towards his lap, muttering a quick apology. his face turned as red as the once red roses outside. how could he be so stupid, reaching out to grab your hand like that? he should have known better. it felt like an invasion of space, a potential disrespect. what would his mother say? he was practically taking advantage of y-

his wild thoughts dwindled away like sugar in water when your hand touched his own, grasping it and squeezing it. the feeling of warmth shot up his arm to his body and then his heart. he couldn't even think of anything; his mind went blanker than ever before. all his problems melted away, his heart beating like he had just flunked a test, but this was a different kind of beating- stressful, yet strangely comforting. it felt fuzzy, even with all the emotions going on in his head.

even with this new feeling, he didn't want to think about it. he didn't want to take away from this warmth. he wanted to relax, to take it in, as if this moment was a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

as the two of you sat there, hands intertwined, a soft silence enveloped the room. riddle's initial tension began to subside, replaced by a sense of calm that neither of you had anticipated.

you could sense a subtle shift in riddle's demeanor. the rigid walls he usually kept up seemed to soften, and he let out a deep breath, as if releasing pent-up stress. 

riddle stole a glance at you, his crimson eyes meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. for a moment, the weight of expectations, responsibilities, and the troubles that usually plagued him seemed to fade away. it was just the two of you.

even when you woke up the next day, snow melting into water, your hands were still intertwined.