====================================
I decided to create a one shot of fluff between the reader x notfathermariyuh before I destroy everyone's will to live.
Btw this takes place like a month before the previous chapter.
J/F= juice flavor
===================================="hmmmmuhmmm" I hum to myself while making some breakfast for myself. I decided that ever since I met my love, that I would try to be a better person, more active, and more productive with myself. I wanted to be the best person possible so that notfathermariyuh could look at me, and be proud to call me their s/o.
I take out so J/F and pour some into a cup, taking my eggs and bacon and sitting on the couch. It was comfy in my apartment, sure it's pretty small, but I liked it that way.
"sunshine are you up?" my love, notfathermariyuh, texts me.
"no I'm not 🥴"
"ha ha very funny, did you hear about what happened downtown yesterday?"
...are they being for real right now? Of course I heard about what happened downtown earlier. Who hasn't.
"yeah wbi?"
"I'm gonna need you to stay clear of that area, it's not safe for you to be there anymore..." I sighed and set down my phone. I know at the beginning of our relationship I said that I was fine with them being involved with dangerous people, but to be honest it's very exhausting. I had to cut out so many of my favorite places out of my life.
"y/n? Read 9:34am"
not to mention the fact I barely spend any time my little boobear anymore. It would be nice to just do normal couple stuff every once and awhile.
Deciding that I was just going to spend the day focusing on myself, I turn my phone off, and continue my breakfast. Maybe I should get a pet? It could probably help all of the racing thoughts that go through my mind. I think back to the moments during our relationship where I would stay up late into the night, worrying about wether or not notfathermariyuh was going to make it back alive.
...
Maybe I should set up a therapist appointment?
Or go...shopping...?
fuck I don't know, I can feel the anxiousness rising in my chest. The weight of what I've gotten myself into finally really hits me, and I have to stop myself from crying, even though it's my own house, I just can't stand showing vulnerability, it's feels weak.
I grab my keys, my bag, and put on a hoodie.
I decide that I'm going to the library. To study? Absolutely not, just to sit there, maybe if I surround myself with people, I'll be able to calm the racing thoughts in my brain. Has that ever worked for me before? No. Am I still going to try it? Yes.Sitting in the corner of the library, I pull out my phone. 78 missed calls from notfathermariyuh...it really is adorable how much they care, but for some reason I just can't bring myself to call them back, at least not right now.
Hours go by, and before I know it, it's already 8:56 pm, the library is 4 minutes to closing, and I'm the only one left except one other person and the employee. They have a hood over their head, so I can't really see them clearly, but I'm not to interested in doing so either way.
I grab my bag, and decide to head out for the day, I don't want to be the one to have the awkward "it's time to leave" talk with the employee left.
It's dangerous outside at night, and yet besides knowing that, I still decide to spend my time at the park. During this time of the month is when the fireflies start to come out. It really is a beautiful sight to see.
"hey..."
and there they were, the brightest one of them all, they were in a hoodie, the same one the person in the library was wearing.
"y/n I'm sorry, I know I need to be better towards you, but I'm just scared, I don't want to lose you."
"babe...you could never lose me, I just have a hard time processing some of the changes."
They take a step closer to me, and I'm wrapped in their warm embrace.
"I love you y/n"
And than we kissed.
"I love you to notfathermariyuh"
====================================
okay back to being a bitch.
YOU ARE READING
Love In The Lights (notfathermariyuh x reader)
Fanfiction(gender neutral reader) x notfathermariyuh It was only supposed to be one night, one night to celebrate your birthday. The unexpected happened though, and the unexpected, is to be expected at this point.