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Sun & the Moon

Summary:

We're addicted to reading, as it makes us experience the warmth of love, the tenderness of caring, the devotion behind jealousy, and all the emotions that we crave but are missing in our lives.

Collection of cute couple one-shots.

☀︎ - Fluffs
☾ - Angst
⟡☽ ⟡ - Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 1: ☀︎ - It doesn't make sense but who said it ever has to

Summary:

Love makes us all blind.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

He didn't get it. He didn't get it at all. 

He stared at her bundled up form, blankets tightly pulled around her, as she looked at him in question. He could see the marks made on her face by slight acne in the past, could see how her pores were visible on the apple of her cheeks, could see how chapped her small lips were, could see how perfectly normal her nose, cheekbones, jaw, everything was.

No sight of porcelain smooth skin or indications of a face made in the image of an angel.

Dark chocolate brown eyes bored into his blue ones and in them he found no specks of gold, no flashes of green, no sinful sinking black lurking around like how they described it in all her favorite books. They were just a simple dark brown and they were becoming more and more confused as the seconds passed.

"Are you alright?  You look like you just saw your whole life flash before your eyes." Her voice broke him out of his trance.

"Huh? Yeah, no. Sorry, I was just...thinking about something." He placed all the chips and instant noodles he had bought for her on the coffee table before joining her on the couch. 

"Oooh~ Sounds deep. What was it?" She asked, dragging her gaze away from the television which was playing an anime. Pressing the pause button, she twisted and faced him.

"Nothing." He replied. He felt a slight smile tug his lips up as she screeched inhumanely. 

"WhAt?! You can't just stare at someone for 17 minutes, thinking about something and then not tell them. That's just cruel!"  

All he could do was shrug in response. He was definitely not going to tell her what was on his mind. Plus, 17 minutes was a gross exaggeration. He had not been staring that long. Hopefully.

"Ugh. Meanie. You're telling me some day, mark my words." She declared stubbornly but they both knew she'd forget about it in half an hour. 

"Sure." Was the only half-hearted reply he could give her. She then turned back to the television, pressed play and shifted back to her weird position leaning on the arm rest of the couch, that looked nothing but painful to him.  

As she slowly sank into her world of animation, he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

Her round face couldn't exactly be described as sharp or elegant. Her short, black hair was uncombed and beginning to resemble a pile of tangled straw. Though it wasn't exactly pleasant to look at, he knew that he didn't really mind. Many guys found their girlfriend's rat-nest hair cute but all he found it was amusing. 

She was... so normal. Average more like. When you fall annoyingly head over heels for someone, aren't you supposed to see them as a pariah or an angel of some sort? But, she...was still the same dork in his eyes.

How was it that he found his eyes always searching for her whenever he walked into a room? That he felt like he hadn't wasted a day if he managed to witness her laugh at least once. That he was completely content with just holding her hand and getting to kiss her. That he always, always wanted her around him.

"He's so cute~" She sang out as she rolled around on the couch like a puppy until her head came to rest on his arm. 

He simply rolled his eyes and looked at the pink haired character wearing  green glasses on the screen. What the hell? If you had pink hair, why would you wear green glasses? They'd clash horribly.

"Uh huh, I'm sure." He said, by now used to her gushing about gazillion characters and how hot/sweet/adorable/savage they were. A lesser man would've made the idiotic mistake of asking her to chose between the 2-dimensional, clearly color challenged character and himself but thankfully for him, he was not a lesser man. Most of the time anyway.

He knew that asking her that would be like asking to her chose and save only her mother or her brother. Plus he had a gut feeling the answer to the question would not be in his favor.

"Aww~ Are you jealous?" She crooned as she looked up at him, a lopsided grin plastered on her face.

"Yeah right. We're not in the same league so I don't really care but it's cute to see you fangirl over them I guess." He replied honestly, thinking about how her lips would spread in a full smile, eyes crinkling when she watched her favorite shows and characters.

He didn't consider that as competition and any guy who did was clearly stupid. He was, though he'd never admit it to her, slightly grateful for it after all because when he knew no way to console her, these shows always did.

"What?" She said, shock clearly shown on her face. "You...don't mind I'm a complete and total weird weeb? Like at all?"

"Well, I mean it gets a bit trying when you're always "Agh!!! Why can't they just kiss and have babies already?!?" or "I love him so much!!! Why isn't he real?!" but-" He was cut of by her shrieking laughter. He glanced down at her to find her holding her stomach as she struggled to catch a breathe.

"What the- I do NOT sound like that! You sounded like a deranged chipmunk on helium!! Did you just have to do the falsetto?!" She cried out still chuckling and holding her waist.

"That is how you sound, my sweetest." He teased and bent down to place a kiss on her cheek. 

"No, I don't but do I really say stuff like that out loud? My parents have got to think I'm insane." She finally quietened down and he draped his arm around her. Dark eyes looked up at him and he felt his stomach twist when he saw the beginnings of a smirk on her lips. 

"Shut up." He groaned before she could get out a single comment and pressed his lips against hers.

He felt her lips smile against his as they both sunk down on the couch. Fuck the how or when, he loved her and that was all he needed to know. 

 --  

"Love doesn't always mean that you find everything your partner does beautiful. Sometimes it simply means that you just want them to be with you. They may not look perfect, they may not agree with you, they may argue with you and constantly demand you to get them more instant noodles." He paused for a moment as laughter echoed through the hall, she narrowed her eyes at him and mouthed the words 'You'll pay.'

He felt his smile grow but continued. "Love isn't something like a curtain being lifted and suddenly you see birds singing, flowers blossoming, rabbits and deer frolicking around. Love, to me, is simply acceptance and I accept everything you possess and apparently lack as mine till the end of time." He finished and tightened his hold on her hands. One more line, one more sentence and they would be bound together forever.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

«⊙»

 

Notes:

A/N: Before I get any hate, it is perfectly alright to be "average". I am the quite literal definition of average and I don't really see it as an insult. You don't have to be quirky or have something completely unique to you to be loved and appreciated. Sometimes even if you're an everyday John or.. Mary (is that a common girl's name? I think it is, dunno for sure tho) people can love you for being exactly that. Normal. Typical. Common. It isn't a bad thing, okay? So don't judge my adorable male lead for calling his love 'average'.

Also, I'm a hardcore weeb with basically no social life, doN't JudGe my FemAle LeaD!

Right, sermon's over. Love y'all, stay safe.