#i promise i promise she gets nicer before the officially date

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were hitting the end of @rtcshipweeks :(((( but here is day 12!! post-canon ship! unpopular opinion but with enough serious development: perfectspace

the literal meow meow (and his scary dog privileges) and also this is accidentally kinda long- (pls note that i am disabled so this isnt an able-bodied person trying to erase the blatant ableism that is very present in oceans character-this is only a snippet of how she changes her attitude to get the ship across)

ocean o'connell rosenberg, most successful girl in town, survivor of the cyclone rollercoaster, future first female prime minister of canada, hated herself.

she could barely bring herself to look at the choir in the eyes. any of them. even in the hospital, mid-recovery, she started to force distance.

constance would offer her a pastry from the café, and she would shake her head with a smile, telling the other girl she was too nauseous to eat solid food, and eventually constance stopped offering them to her.

mischa would ask if she wanted to watch a movie with him, and she would shake her head with a smile, and tell him that she was tired, and she was going to try and sleep soon, and eventually mischa stopping asking her.

noel would walk over and cross his arms at her, asking her to go for a walk with him, adm she would shake her head with a (much smaller) smile, and say that she wasn't sure she could make it down the hall, and eventually noel stopped asking her.

penny would come and ask her nervously for help with an assignment, and while ocean couldn't say no to that, she wouldn't be friendly about the help either, and eventually penny stopped asking her.

but ricky. ricky would come and sit by her silently, reading or drawing and never even looking at her. he just sat.

and it destroyed her. she couldn't bring herself to shoo him away- she didn't want to- but she couldn't interact with him either.

and no matter how little she looked at him, how cold she was, he kept coming back.

he would sit there for hours every single day. every so often he would leave to get a drink, and he'd bring one back for her.

she refused to drink it in front of him, but she stayed up so much later than anyone else, so they were always drank anyway.

finally, she snapped. she sighed as he came over in the morning, and when he looked at her questioningly, she shook her head. there was no smile, this time. she just shook her head, and murmured, "not today."

and today turned into two, then five, then a week.

and day eight, he came back with a note.

why are you pushing us away ?

and ocean felt her heart crack just a little for the boy in front of her. she had spent so, so long being so incredibly cruel to him, and now she can't even let him sit with her? what kind of person does that?

but she simply handed it back, and shook her head at him.

except this time he didn't budge, holding the note back out.

why are you pushing us away ?

she knew. but none of them got to. ricky didn't get to know. she didn't take the note.

ricky huffed, setting the paper on her bed and grabbing his aac, typing aggressively.

"ocean, you're starting to scare us." he looked up at her. "why are you pushing us away?"

she dropped her gaze. scaring them? why would they ever care enough for this to scare them? what had she ever done that was deserving of that level of care?

"ricky, i don't want this to sound too harsh, but i don't think you guys should want to be my friends. you especially." she squeezed her eyes shut briefly, "i would rather you didn't keep pushing."

she heard a choked-off gasp from the other end of the room and her stomach flipped.

ricky started to type. "why? do you think you did something to make you undeserving of friendship?"

ocean almost scoffed. instead, "how many times did i grab your wheelchair without asking? how many times did i make fun of mischa for his relationship with talia? how many times did i blow constance off as someone below me?" she took a breath, "i think i did plenty of somethings, ricky."

he paused, staring at her with wide eyes. "ocean, us coming to you so often is us trying to give you a chance to prove you can change." he shifted, adjusting the device in his lap before continuing, "we all want you here. but you have to want that too."

she twisted her hands in her lap as she listened to the frankly grating voice. she knew, realistically, that he wouldn't lie to her. she wasn't sure ricky could lie to any of them anymore, or that any of them could lie to him.

she knew she couldn't.

but "why?" was all she could get out, and her voice was a million times smaller than she wanted it to be.

ricky sighed, pushing himself next to her and starting to type.

"ocean, you're a very important part of this choir." he set his hand on the bed next to her, palm up. "whether or not we had gotten on the cyclone, you would still be important.

while most of us loathe to admit it, specifically noel, you're the leader of the choir. you're the person that keeps us together, you keep us on track during practice and give all of us tips when father markus isn't listening. you're the one who got me and mischa into the choir, and arguably you were the one who got noel to join too."

she shifted uncomfortably, looking at his hand still sitting on the bed.

"you're the one who got us to start working on assignments we missed, 'just one a day,' you said. you're the one who got mischa to finally call talia so he could talk to her about everything and make sure she didn't think he ghosted her. you got noel to finally reach out to corey to see if he was interested in a relationship, and you've been giving constance motivation to finish her physical therapy no matter how difficult it gets."

ricky looked down, starting to type again, "you're giving me a reason to keep writing. a new passion for it, you could say. because of you in that warehouse, and how kind you were to me, genuinely, you made me want the world to actually hear me. i didn't care before. i was okay with having a few friends and family read my work, but something about how... fiery you were, made me realize i can do more."

she looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "how could i have been the one to do that? constance and mischa are the ones who wanted to hear you speak, i was all.. condescending the whole time."

ricky chuckled, shaking his head. "you absolutely were. but you realized, at some point after penny sang, that it wasn't right. every single one of us could see that shift." he held out his hand again, offering it to her. "if you want it, we want to see you keep that change. i want that. the fire you have for everything you do."

ocean shifted again, staring at his hand blankly. "i just.. i don't understand."

rickys gaze softened, and a few moments later- "you don't need to. just say yes or no."

she felt her heart skip a beat. she knew that somewhere in the room the rest of the choir was probably listening. maybe they were waiting anxiously to see what she'd say.

but in the moment, there was nothing but ricky.

and for the first time, she could.. really see him. not as the pity-points kid, not as the tambourine, not as the space-cat sex guy, but as ricky. just another kid she knew, someone who liked astronomy and had too many cats, someone who tried to do stupid tricks with mischa and nearly landed them and constance in the hospital, and who nearly failed fifth grade because he kept goofing off with a friend instead of paying attention to their math teacher.

and it was terrifying.

but ocean could never let herself be a coward.

so, she took his hand, and allowed herself to be a better person.

for her friends. for him.

he deserved to know a better ocean. one who didn't need to be reminded of his existence, or told not to grab his wheelchair randomly.

and damnit, if he wanted to, he would.

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Part 5 of Mister(s) Steal Your Girl

Long awaited, but no Johnny smut just yet. Soon, I promise. (And Kyle will be back. It's been so long since he's gotten to smooch our dear reader.)

Also! A little reminder than you can check the queue to see what I plan to post for next. I try to update it often as the worms wiggle. Next I plan to do the final chapter of Greater Bad. (Unless I get my not-so-secret, no-longer-a-surprise oneshot out first)

Lastly! Please note that I wrote the "posts" from his perspective. So inconsistencies with the actual story and any grammar/spelling errors were purposeful or for "authenticity".

Content: Brandon.

r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ I asked my fiancé for an open relationship before marriage. It worked. A while ago I posted on r/adultery about the affairs (yes, multiple) I was having behind my then-gf’s back. We’d already been dating for ~4 years and I was seeing one of my coworkers (my “work wife”) regularly and one of her coworkers on and off. People on my other post were critical and called me all sorts of things like selfish and pig. I know it’s not traditional, but I genuinely don’t think I could ever be satisfied by one woman. My work wife (Rachel) and fiance’s coworker (Lucy) provide things my fiancé just can’t but I still love my fiancé. She’s the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. When I posted on r/adultery I was trying to figure out how to propose without her finding out. I knew she’d expect me to help with stuff and possibly want to look at my phone more often. It would have been harder to sneak off to meet up with Lucy or Rachel with wedding planning and I was sick of being stressed she would find out. Some nicer people on the post suggested I ask for an open relationship. I took their advice and sat her down to sell the idea. It’s a good thing I’m so good at sales (top 3% in my company for 5 years in a row) because she agreed. Yes, actually agreed. At first she got kind of pale and her eyes got really big and blank. I thought for sure she was about to start crying and run off. Maybe even kick me out. She doesn’t really get angry but she gets upset and it freaks me out. After I explained everything about how good it would be for us though, she agreed. This is my official unlimited hallpass. I’ve been seeing Rachel on weekends and Lucy once or twice during the week for drinks. Tonight I’m going to sign up for every dating site I can. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge. If anyone has other suggestions, I’ll check those out too. Fiance has been kind of off but I think it’s just an adjustment period. Sometimes I can tell she’s been crying but she hasn’t come to me about it so she’s probably just being emotional about all the changes. At least she’s got our house to focus on while she gets used to things. I feel a little bad about running out every night but she’s just so mopey and sad all the time and it’s not enjoyable to be around. I know she probably feels like I’m abandoning her a little but once she starts getting back to normal I’ll spend time with her again. You really can have your cake (all the cakes heh) and eat them too. Edit: no, I never told her that I already had Lucy and Rachel and I’m not going to. What good would it do? She’s already agreed to an open relationship and telling her that I didn’t have permission first would just hurt her for no reason.

Kyle’s been gone for two (long, lonely) weeks when he finally gets a chance to call. So far, he’s only been able to send scattered texts at odd hours. Always something sweet – telling you he’s alright, or that he’s thinking of you. Sometimes you even catch him for a brief exchange before he apologizes and “goes dark” again.

Not that you begrudge it. This is part and parcel of dating him and you knew that going in. You’re not complaining when he’s putting his life on the line so that the public can live in blissful peace.

That doesn’t stop you from missing him though. His hugs, his smile. Getting his voice - even roughened by distance - is a nice compromise though.

“How have you been holding up, chickadee?” he asks after the initial reassurance that he’s whole and hale. 

“Easier this time!” you answer proudly. “I know what to expect with you gone and Johnny’s good company.”

“Yeah?” he asks, sounding pleased.

You can just imagine him now, leaning his hip against the nearest surface, arms crossed over his broad chest. He tends to duck his head when he smiles, and you unintentionally grin to yourself, thinking of him hiding into his phone. God, you miss him. 

“Mhmm! We found a board game bar that you’re going to love. Oh, and we’re going to the Hay Festival this weekend.”

He hums. “I’m sorry I can’t be there to take you, luv, but I knew Johnny would be good to you.”

More than good to you, really. There’s not been a day he doesn’t call to check up on you - if he doesn’t see you in person, that is. Dinner, movies, coffee. He’s somehow both a gentleman and an incorrigible flirt, but only with you. He’s nothing more than polite to anyone else, keeping his focus on you and whatever the two of you are doing.

You don’t know what to do with the undivided attention. If you didn’t know better…

“You two are getting close,” Kyle observes.

“I think so,” you admit, then hesitate. “Is… that okay?”

“‘Course, luv. I’m glad.”

You blink. “You are?”

“He’s my best mate and you’re my best girl.”

An odd pang of anxiety pierces your chest. Johnny calls you that too. His “best girl.” You love hearing it - but maybe you shouldn’t?

“It… doesn’t bother you? That we’re spending so much time together.”

He snorts softly, but it’s not derisive. It’s a noise he makes whenever he thinks you’re being silly, but his voice comes out soft and warm. Not an ounce of condescension.

“No, baby, I’m not fussed. You spend your time with whoever you want, however you want. Yeah?”

Your chest floods with warmth. “Okay.”

“There’s a love. I’ve got a brief, so I have to go. I’ll call soon as I can.”

“Be safe, Ky.”

“Do my best. Give Soap a smooch for us, aye?”

You blink as he hangs up. That’s a new one.

You ponder over it while packing on Thursday night. Was it just a joke? A tease at the little crush you’ve developed for Johnny?

Because it is a crush, you know it is. It’s impossible not to be attracted to him. Not with that smile, that laugh, the goofy humor and sweet mannerisms. He still sends you flowers every few weeks - just as the previous ones are about to die. It’s so thoughtful; you’ve started feeling a bit warm every time you look at them.

But you feel greedy, being even remotely interested in anyone else. You have Kyle and Brandon (even if you two are going through a… patch) and that should be enough for you. Shouldn’t it? You’ve never been with more than one person at a time before; it took you weeks to shake the compulsory guilt when you first met Kyle. It feels almost unforgivably audacious to want Johnny too, especially since he’s Kyle’s best mate.

Still… Kyle’s not a jealous or passive-aggressive guy. You’ve been with him long enough now that you know he’d just tell you outright if he was unhappy about something. And he’s been with you long enough that he can surely tell you’re more than a bit fond of Johnny.

Maybe that’s why he made the joke about “smooching” him.

Regardless, you want to talk to him about it. Things always make sense when you think out loud to him. His levelheaded and practical approach to difficult topics always straightens your panic spirals out into neat lines.

Plus, it’s not as comforting to hold your own hand. (God, when is he getting back?)

“Where are you going?”

You blink up at Brandon, folded pajamas in hand.

“The Hay Festival,” you answer.

Speaking of - you slip past him into the bathroom. He doesn’t follow, rooted to the spot spinning his phone around in his hands.

“Alone?”

You snort. “Of course not, I’m going with a friend.”

The allergy pills are at the bottom of the medicine basket beneath the sink. You really need to organize it the next time Johnny’s too busy to hang out. There’s no way you need three bottles of paracetamol. 

“I need that suitcase.”

You toss the bottle in and pivot for the dresser. “What for?”

He shifts, eyes sliding away. “An… overnight.”

Ah. That’s what he’s calling it now?

You snatch a few (too many) pairs of underwear from the dresser.

“Just bring them here,” you say over your shoulder.

There’s a long, tense beat of silence but you’re too busy rummaging for socks to break it first. Will it be too warm for thigh-highs? Eh, you’ll go with the sheer ones; the little lace roses match one of your dresses anyway.

“Bring who here?” Brandon asks slowly.

When you turn, he looks paler than usual. You shrug, trying to project casual comfort.

This is a totally normal and reasonable conversation to have. Just a couple in an open relationship, discussing a stranger coming to the house for a shag. Nothing to make a fuss over.

“Whoever you need the suitcase for? I know you’ve had people over before anyway, and I’ll be gone all weekend.”

He stutters, color returning to his face in bright pink blooms. “Why do you think I’ve had people over before?”

You arch an eyebrow. “I do the laundry, remember? And there was lipstick on one of the wine glasses.”

That had sent you into a tizzy at the time, disgusted that some stranger was in your bed, with your fiancé. You washed the sheets twice on the hottest setting and tossed in a bit of bleach for good measure. Hadn’t been able to look at him the whole week - not that he was there much to not look at.

Now, though, you seem to have adjusted to the idea, even if you’re still not thrilled. Brandon can have his… whoever over, and you’ll goof around with Johnny in Wales.

“Just toss the bedding in the wash afterwards,” you add.

“I thought you do the laundry,” he sniffs.

“I’m not traveling all day just to do chores when I get home,” you answer. He does a double take like you’ve started speaking a new language. “You’ll be here all weekend, I’m sure you’ll have time.”

He opens his mouth, and you can tell already that he’s about to argue - though you don’t really know what about. It’s not like he can’t do laundry or dishes, after all. He lived alone before you moved in together.

Thankfully, his phone distracts him before he can form the words. He spins away to tap at the screen and shuffles out of the room, shoulders till tense. You go back to packing and teasing Johnny about the amount of hair gel he’ll bring.

Friday afternoon can’t come fast enough. Even though you’ve taken a half day from work, the few hours seem to drag. You’re practically daydreaming about the food and drinks, music and activities. There’s a baker’s dozen art stalls you want to check out as well, and a gift to pick out for Kyle…

“Hope yer thinkin’ o’ me when ye make tha’ face.”

Your head snaps around so fast, you nearly give yourself whiplash. Johnny grins down at you in all his casually handsome glory – ripped jeans, green tee, and brown boots. Angels are singing somewhere, you think. Or maybe that’s just your nosy coworkers ogling from their own cubicles.

The reality of him sinks in a moment later and you leap up from your cushy chair – and right into his arms. He’s like a furnace compared to the cool, conditioned air of your office, a welcome source of warmth for your chilly fingers.

“What are you doing here?” you giggle. “Who let a rowdy guy like you in?”

He smells like bergamot and pine. It takes active thought to resist pressing your face into the crook of his neck. It looks cozy there.

As always, he squeezes you a bit tighter just before letting go.

“Hey now, Marcy’s a discerning lady. She knows a fine gentleman when she sees one.”

You snort, belied by the smile curling your lips. “She may need new glass then.”

“Och, don’t go talkin’ poor about my second-best gal now.”

“Is it that easy to get in your good graces?” you scoff, glancing at the time on your computer. It’s later than you expected; no wonder he came up to retrieve you. You spent so long daydreaming that you’ve lost track of time.

“Aw don’ be green, dove, you’re still my number one. Send ye flowers ‘n all.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, and now I’m wondering just how special that is.”

He stands close, proclaiming his case for how obviously special you are while you shut everything down for the weekend. You’re only half listening to the bit, admittedly. Mostly just basking in your excitement for the mini road trip and the weekend to come. You have no doubt that it’s going to be fun, even if it would be better with Kyle along too.

“Where are you headed off to?” Lucy asks.

“Hay Festival,” you answer shortly.

You’ve never been a big fan of Lucy, but lately she’s been insufferable. Talking over you during meetings, leaving you out of emails, throwing away papers at the printer. (Okay, you haven’t seen her do that last one, but you know.) Worst of all, she can help but make backhanded comments about every flower delivery.

“You’re not taking Brandon?” she simpers. “Something wrong?”

“He’s hanging out with a friend this weekend too,” you correct, “and he doesn’t like hay.”

“Shame that,” Johnny adds, sounding like it’s not a shame at all.

You haven’t told him much about Brandon – but you’re sure that Kyle has. From the face Johnny makes the rare times your fiancé comes up in conversation, he doesn’t think much of Brandon.

“Have fun you two!” your manager, Selene, calls.

You wave and shoot Lucy one last, unimpressed glance before stepping onto the elevator with Johnny.

r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ My fiancé is going on a weekend getaway with another man. I’ve posted in r/adultery and r/cakeeater before. I’m not looking for judgement or insults here. I really just want advice.

A little context: my fiancé and I are in an open relationship and it’s been like this for a few months now. I originally asked her to ope the relationship and for a while she was weird about it but lately she’s been getting sbetter. I thought she was finally getting used to me going out with other women and things were getting back to normal.

A few weeks ago, I noticed she was on her phone more. Like, all the time. Even at dinner when she used to be really picky about phones at the table. One day I came home from work and she was talking on the phone to someone. Giggling and laughing. When I turned the corner she was kind of blushing too. It kind of bothered me but I figured she was talking to a friend and just hot from cooking or something.

Lucy texted me pissed off one day, asking why I was sending my fiancé flowers but not her. I told her I hadn’t sent any flowers. I think they’re way too expensive for how long they realistically last and that they take up a lot of unnecessary space. But I thought it was weird that someone was sending my fiancé flowers and got kind of uncomfortable. That’s a pretty romantic gesture and her family isn’t the type to randomly send flowers either.

I tried taking her out on a date but she was all mopey again and turned her phone to ‘do not disturb’ so I wouldn’t even see if she was texting someone. We don’t have much to talk about now. I love her but she’s not a good storyteller or into very interesting things. All her ‘funny stories’ are just mundane things that happen during the day. We’ve run out of interesting topics about because we’ve been together so long. (That’s why I like having more than one partner.)

Yesterday she randomly started packing for a trip. I don’t even think she was planning to tell me until I asked her. She was packing a bunch of cute clothes too. Like dresses and tights and things like that. Stuff she only used to wear on our dates. I asked who she was going with and she just said ‘a friend’ which is weird because she would usually say the name of someone even if I don’t remember who they are.

Well today Lucy sent me a picture of my fiancé leaving her job with some guy. I couldn’t see his face because he was turned away, but I could see the side of my fiancé’s face and she was smiling at him. I got this awful sinking feeling in my chest like it was hard to breathe. It took me a few minutes to process that she’s going away for a weekend with a complete stranger.

Doesn’t she know how dangerous that is? Where did she even meet this guy? They’ll be gone all weekend so are they sharing a room? A bed? I nearly threw up thinking all these things as I called her.

I asked her to cancel her plans and come home. She seemed confused and reminded me that her plans were with someone else and it would be rude to ditch last minute. I told her I wanted to spend the weekend with her and that I’d been missing her. She seemed surprised and said that she’d see me on Sunday night, but she was looking forward to the festival with her ‘friend’ and wanted to go. As a last ditch effort I asked if her friend was more important than me, nearly begging at that point. She must have heard the desperation in my voice, but she just told me that she was already on the road and it was too late.

My fiancé doesn’t like lying but it’s hard to believe this guy was just a friend. Even if she sees him as a friend I know how men think and I doubt he sees her the same way.

She said some other weird stuff before she left about having someone over while she was gone. I don’t get it. How could she just casually invite someone else into our house like that? Has she had other people over? Is she dating now?

I’m not sure what to do. I don’t like that she put this trip over me. Should I talk to her about how bad this makes me feel? Should I call again and tell her to come home more forcefully? Am I blowing all of this out of proportion?

Edit: she doesn’t know that I’ve been seeing Lucy. I haven’t told my fiancé about any of the women I’ve been seeing. (mostly just Lucy and Rachel. I’ve done a lot of texting through apps and gone on a bunch of first place, but most women don’t put out right away and I usually can’t be bothered to get to know them better). Even then, I wouldn’t tell her about lucy. They don’t get along and never have. It would cause a lot of unnecessary drama.

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TRACK 6 - as it was by harry styles (eddie munson x fem!reader)

a/n: this could have gone very sad, but i wanted to write something softer. :-) just some shortness and sweetness.

“in this world, it’s just us. you know it’s not the same as it was.” 

Laying here with her, the entire world melted away. The street lights were nothing more than highlights in the shadows casting across the walls of the bedroom, the sound of a siren in the distinct merely white noise. None of it mattered to Eddie; the only thing that mattered was the feeling of her head on his chest and her warm fingertips dancing over his stomach in soothing circles beneath his shirt. All he wanted to care about was the sound of her deep breaths, timing perfectly with his own. 

He had spent the night out with friends. A loud dinner at a nicer restaurant, discussions of simpler times as they compared what their lives were now. How they had all moved away from their hometown, how they were all official adults now. Steve had just gotten a job as a school counselor, Nancy was running her own local newspaper, Dustin had just been accepted into his first choice college - they were all growing and changing, leaving behind the people they once were. 

Eddie found himself panicking halfway through the night, getting lost in his own head as he had listened to his friends indulge in the details of their new lives. He missed them, awfully. These days, they could only find one or two days a month if they were lucky to catch up this way, a stark change from the way they used to see each other every single day. Everyone was always busy. Everyone was always on the move. 

He had changed too. The moment he’d graduated and saved up, Eddie had moved to the bigger city. He was playing small gigs here and there as a solo-act, taking classes at a community college. It’s not like he had stayed the same, but on nights like tonight, it reminded him of just how much he had changed. And it was usually fine, manageable, but tonight had simply felt like a bit heavy of a reminder. 

But then he came home to her. 

She was something that had been a part of his change, too. In a chance encounter as he packed up one night after a show, she’d approached him. All shy smiles and fiddling hands as she complimented him on his performance. He doesn’t know what had gotten into him, but he found himself offering to buy her a drink, because she was a pretty girl, and she was talking to him. One drink turned to two, which turned to three. Stories were told, names were learned, and numbers were exchanged. The rest, as some would put it, was history. 

“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs against his shoulder, leaning her head back to get a good look at him. 

He looks down at her, enamored by the way the shadows dance across her cheek bones and how her eyes still shine with just as many stars in them as they did that first night. “Just thinkin’ about how things change.” 

“Good change, or bad change?” 

He thought about the last year with her. How she had gone above and beyond for his birthday, going so far as to even contact his Hawkins’ friends and bring them all into town for one night. That night, he’d gotten multiple ‘she’s a keeper’ talks. He thought about their first few dates, and how goddamn nervous he had been for the other shoe to drop. But it never did. She still came back for more, even after that date in which he’d accidentally locked them out of his van, and it inconveniently began to pour down rain. She still wanted to see him after he’d spilled his wine onto her during their first time eating at a nicer restaurant, making him curse and nearly cry before she took his hands in hers and promised him it was fine. The shirt could be replaced, but the moment couldn’t. 

“It’s a cute story for the grandkids, right?” 

When she said that, he saw a fear in her eyes. She was worried she was talking about the future too soon; it was only their third date. 

She wasn’t. He had decided he wanted to marry her by the second date. 

Everything about Eddie Munson’s life had evolved and changed from what it once was, and it was for the better, and it was thanks to her. For the first time in twenty-five years, he saw a future for himself, and he saw it with her. 

“Good change,” he promises with a whisper, reaching down to cradle her jaw before bringing his lips to hers chastely, “Such good change.” 

She hums against his lips, a small smile cracking. He rolls them over, caging her in with his arms as he hovers over her, drinking in her every feature. The way her hair spills out around her against the pillow, the way her face is so breathtaking even with sleep lines on her cheeks. 

“I love you,” he quietly confesses, the words still lighting her up like it was the first time he’d ever said them, “I love you so fucking much.”

“And I love you,” she says in return, bringing a gentle hand to his cheek that he nuzzles into without hesitation, only pulling away to press a kiss to her palm. 

He dips in for a proper kiss, his hair falling down like a curtain around them as their lips meet. 

Things were always changing, and always would be. But sometimes, it changes for the better. Sometimes, it changes so you can meet the right girl at just the right time, and maybe that wasn’t so bad.

Eddie Munson’s life may not be the same as it once was, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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The old woman accepts your hand while giving us both a warm smile “Oh you must be that Munson boy my granddaughter has been going on about! I’m Mrs. Mahoney, Sarah’s grandma. I swear she’s been absolutely beside herself waiting for you to ask her out.”

“Nana!” I gasp in disbelief. I don’t dare look at you as my face starts to heat up with embarrassment.

“Oh it’s fine, Jane-Jane,” she brushes off my shock “I just wish you told me he was your boyfriend and not just a man you fancied. Oh sugar! If I knew you were coming over I would have worn something a little nicer than my silly bathrobe. Your grandfather is already asleep.”

“I figured as much,” I say with a shrug. “It’s probably a good thing though. I’d rather not have to explain to Pa why I was out late again without him blowing up.” I look back at you “I’d rather not have a repeat of what he did to my dad when my parents were dating,” I say while hugging your arm.

“Okay okay! But next time please tell me when Mr. Munson is coming over so I’ll make myself look more presentable,” Mrs. Mahoney fusses before turning to you “I’ll even make my fudge for you two.” She turns around and heads inside as the little whestie follows her up the stairs “I’ll let you two say your goodbyes, but head upstairs and get washed up before your grandfather’s sixth sense goes off.” She turns around one more time “it was a pleasure meeting you Eddie dear.”

The door closes and I turn to you with an incredulous look; “so you’re my boyfriend now?”

I shrug and gives a non plussed looked, but I can’t hide the smile on my face. “Maybe I should have asked you officially first.” I step closer and thread my fingers through yours. “I really like your grandma. This house is really cool too.”

I then wrap my arms around you. “Will you be my girlfriend?” I stroke your cheek as I gaze into your eyes. “Because I really like you a lot. I could sneak up to your room later, if you want. I promise, no funny business. Just cuddling.” I bold up my hands is surrender.

[stranger-marauders]

fractured

twenty-two: the snow ball

chapter summary: Kate and Steve both help their favorite members of the party get ready for their school dance.

chapter warnings: language

word count: 2.1k

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ABOUT A MONTH later, Kate found herself helping El get ready for the Hawkins Middle School Annual Snow Ball.

Hopper had finally given the Snow Ball date with Mike the okay only a couple of hours before the scheduled start time of the dance, making Kate's life extremely difficult rather quickly for a few hours. It wasn't like her father had done it on purpose, but he'd only gotten Dr. Owens's approval after meeting with him for lunch and officially getting El's birth certificate from him that day—officially, El was finally a Hopper, through and through.

That also meant, however, that Kate didn't have any time to go out and buy El a new cute dress for her date with Mike, and she certainly didn't have any time to try and figure out a way to style short hair well. She seriously contemplated calling Steve and asking for advice, but she figured that she wouldn't subject El to such torment, nor would she dare boost his ego.

Now, though, Kate was much more focused on doing El's makeup, more specifically trying to incorporate what little eyeshadow she had with an old dress she'd found for Eleven as Christmas music played loudly from the radio in the background. "All right, I know I'm not the best with this type of thing, but I'm trying my best, here, I promise."

Whenever El caught her reflection in the mirror, she smiled slightly. "Pretty."

Since Halloween, her hair had grown out a tad bit more, and Kate had styled it to where it had barely hung down from her head, slicking back some of her curls. Her dress, a simple but cute gray dress with pink dots and a pink belt that Kate had found in her closet from a past dance of her own that El had very quickly fallen in love with, not to mention it fit her perfectly.

"Um, no," Kate said, raising her eyebrows and smiling at her. "You're absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous."

El giggled as Kate made the finishing touches on her eyes. She could tell her sister was worried about what Mike would think, but Kate figured she couldn't go wrong with the pink eyeshadow.

"You are… pretty," El said, looking at Kate.

"Oh yeah, hot stuff?" she asked.

"Is it… Steve?"

Whenever El had said his name, Kate's face tinged with pink ever-so-slightly, and she pressed her lips together, trying to hide her smile.

El had been correct in pointing out Kate was pretty. At that moment, Kate was wearing one of her nicer sweaters and a pair of jeans, but she had put on a tad bit more makeup than she normally did. She hadn't even tied her hair back sloppily while she was fixing El's makeup because she'd done it so nicely, and she didn't even seem fazed by the pieces of hair that kept falling in her face (she was, in fact, very fazed). She looked too nice for just hanging out at the cabin by herself, so El knew she must've been busy with someone. That didn't even include the two hours that she'd listened to Kate in her room next door cursing about how she didn't have anything cute to wear for her date with Steve.

"Yes, Steven and I are going out, but that's after Dad and I drop you off at your dance. That is why you, hot stuff, are currently my number one priority."

El giggled as Kate continued putting makeup on her face. Without a moment's warning, her father knocked on her bedroom door. "Hey, we're gonna be late if you don't hurry up in there."

"Shit," Kate mumbled under her breath, rushing to apply the last bit of blush to El's face.

"What?"

"I'm hurrying!" Kate said, smiling as he opened the door. "Considering the time crunch, doesn't she look great?"

Hopper nodded, giving a smile. "Perfect."

Kate wasn't the only one that had decided to take a member of the party to the Snow Ball.

"All right, buddy, here we are," Steve said as he pulled up to the front of the middle school. "So, remember, once you get in there…"

"Pretend like I don't care," Dustin said, his hair looking strikingly similar to Steve's but definitely more flamboyant than his. The curls definitely messed with the style he had been going for, but made it all the more adorable—Dustin really did have good hair, with or without the Farrah Fawcett spray.

"You don't care."

"I don't care," Dustin repeated.

"There you go. You're learning, my friend. You're learning."

Dustin adjusted the mirror in Steve's car to look at his hair again, which Steve immediately adjusted back. "Hey!"

"What?" Dustin asked nervously.

"Come on. You look great, okay? You look… You look great. Okay? Now you're gonna go in there…"

"Yeah."

"Look like a million bucks."

"Yeah."

"And you're gonna slay 'em dead," Steve said.

"Like a lion," Dustin responded, purring to show off his teeth.

Steve gave him an awkward smile. "Yeah, don't do that, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good luck," Steve said, sticking his hand out to shake Dustin's.

Once he got out of Steve's car, he watched as Dustin went inside. He lingered for a moment to make sure he got inside okay, only to find Nancy move into view.

Jonathan and Nancy had almost immediately started dating after she and Steve had broken up. Steve knew he probably should have been completely torn up about it, but he wasn't. Watching her now, he smiled. He and Nancy were both finally with who they were always supposed to be with. They were happy. Without dreading on the thought for another moment, he parked off to the side in the parking lot, waiting for Kate to meet him there.

Out of all of the people living at the cabin, Hopper had been the most worried about the night that lay ahead.

While it worried him that his oldest daughter was going out on a date, his youngest, El, was going out for the first time in a public place. He decided just in case anything happened he was going to be right outside the gym of the middle school until the night was over. He knew he wouldn't be alone—Joyce would be there too. That didn't scare him as much as the thought that this was El's first date with Mike.

As for Kate, he was glad that out of all the douchebags in Hawkins, it was the one he'd known for most of the kid's life. Realistically, Steve hadn't been a douchebag for about a year, but Kate and Hopper had compromised on the fact that while Steve had been around forever, he was still automatically the douchebag that was dating his daughter (Hopper, however, would always have respect for Steve because of the promise he'd made, the same one neither of them would tell Kate about). Hopper was happy with that arrangement, and so was Kate: things were seemingly how they were meant to be.

Once Hopper, Kate, and El pulled into the school parking lot, both girls had gotten out of the SUV and greeted their father goodbye. He smiled, waving his two girls off as they went out for the night.

His girls were growing up.

"All right, you've got this," Kate said, walking her to the door. "Mike's your man tonight."

El giggled. "Thank you."

"Don't forget to have fun!"

"See you later."

Kate stifled a laugh. "Yes ma'am, you will." Once Kate had watched her walk inside of the Hawkins Middle School gym all on her own, she turned around to find a familiar red BMW parked not too far away from the front of the school.

Once she had gotten close enough to the car, Steve rolled the window down and smiled at her. "Hey, beautiful."

Kate laughed as she got into the car. "Hello, Steven."

As she sat inside of the car, he said, "I missed you."

"It's only been a few hours since you've seen me!" Kate said once she'd gotten the car door shut, trying not to smile.

"I know, it's been awful," he said, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers.

He still couldn't believe it, even after six weeks of getting to kiss her, that he was actually kissing her. It still remained to be something of a fever dream for him, even when his lips were pressed against hers. It wasn't until they were both out of breath that they pulled away from each other, cheeks flushed.

"All right, where are we going?" Steve finally asked, intertwining their fingers.

"I don't know, you pick."

"Hm," he said, pondering over the few restaurants in town. "What about Enzo's?"

"Oh my God, we're definitely not dressed for that."

"I mean, you are."

She stifled a laugh. "You're adorable when you try and flatter me."

"Oh, come on, it's our first real date! We have to do something special to mark the occasion," Steve said, trying to ease her into the idea. Because it was now the middle of December, his original idea of taking her to Lover's Lake to see the stars with a cheap ass bottle of champagne and a picnic of her favorite foods just so they could go out and see the stars was a flop. He knew it was a lovely idea, mostly because Kate loved looking at the stars so much, but with it being so late and night without any true preparation for such a thing, the Lover's Lake picnic was off the table, at least for the time being. "I mean, you look great, as always, so…"

"You're so cheesy."

"You make me cheesy."

She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her smile. "Sure."

He shook his head, only smiling dopily as he gazed out the car window and to the gym. "Man, remember when we used to go to these things?"

"We never went together, stupid," she replied, only watching the gym windows as the lights outside changed. She could even hear the music that they were playing, which had been all selections of songs that were currently playing off the radio. Currently, "Every Breath You Take" played so loudly that she could hear it from inside the car. "You always had some cute date, and I would sit on the bleachers with Kim and Jess because no guys wanted to hang out with us."

He sighed. He always seemed to forget what things had been like for people other than him. "I'm sorry about that. Like, seriously, okay?"

"Steve, it was a stupid middle school dance. I really don't care," she said, laughing. "I mean, I didn't care about that stuff, like at all. I still don't."

"Yeah, but I still feel bad."

"Don't worry about it," she replied, shooing the thought away with her hand. "It'll just make it more fun whenever you force me to go to prom and I don't know how to dance."

He smiled. Without another word, he got out of his car. She could only watch as he walked around the car, staring at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Steve opened her car door, holding his hand out to her. "I would be honored if you would be my date to the Snow Ball."

She laughed, nodding her head. Cheesy asshole. "Yeah, okay. Sure."

Whenever she stepped out of the car, Steve pulled her in closer to her, putting his hands on her waist. He smiled and chuckled whenever she hesitantly put her hands on his shoulders, trying not to step on his feet as they swayed. "See? You've got it. It's not so bad, right?"

She shook her head and smiled, loosening her death grip on his shoulders. "Yeah, not so bad."

"Finally good to get that dance, huh?"

"Yeah," she said, putting her arms around his neck and her head on his chest. "This the perfect first date you have in mind?"

He stifled a laugh, looking down at her slightly. "Actually, no, but I think this is better than that."

She smiled. "After this, you wanna post-game at the diner and get milkshakes?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist tighter, pulling her in closer to him as he chuckled. "Why am I not surprised?"

As they enjoyed the presence of each other, trying to make the best of their time together, both of them couldn't think of a time when they'd ever been so happy.

That was, more than anything, what they deserved: Steve Harrington and Kate Hopper had waited entirely too long for it not to be that way.

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I'm yoinking another idea from @gloryride--I loved what she did for Vanessa's evolution throughout the years and wanted to do the same for Valerie. ♥

(CW for mentions of suicide and the loss of parents in the first two sections.)

Early Childhood

Valerie was the only child of Sebastian and Ava Powell, two mid-level corporate employees of Biotechnica. She has mostly fond memories of her early childhood, but around her 13th birthday, she can recall starting to see the consequences of an ambitious corporate life (being left alone for days at a time while her parents spent nights in the office, substance abuse, paranoia, etc.), although she didn't recognize it as such until she was much older. Between the demands of their jobs and the usual struggles with teenagers, it was a tumultuous time for the Powell household. Then, when Valerie was 16, her father died in an AV crash. Although it was officially declared an accident, her mother suspected Sebastian was collateral in a corporate hit against his superior.

Corpo Baby (2060-2064; approximately 18-22)

When Valerie turned 18, her mother pulled some strings to get her a low-level clerical position at the Biotechnica office. Valerie's workdays were mostly spent doing tedious data entry tasks and getting coffee, but it paid enough that she was able to afford a small Japantown apartment with three other girls from Biotechnica. She jumped at the chance to get out of her mother's home, as Ava's behavior had grown increasingly erratic, sometimes even violent, but that was a precursor to another tragedy: Ava took her own life shortly before Valerie's 22th birthday. After Valerie took unauthorized leave to attend to her mother's affairs, she was fired from Biotechnica.

Lost Girl (2064-2065; approximately 22-23)

With no job, no parents, no support system, and fair-weather friends who were just concerned with how she was going to pay rent, Valerie did the only sane thing a person can do: she dyed her hair bright blue. She also sold most of her nicer belongings (car, clothes, jewelry, etc.), and she worked just about any job that came her way. Valerie had a brief stint in a bar at Kabuki--She was terrible at remembering drinks and customer service, but the owner was impressed that she never backed down from stepping in between unruly patrons, sometimes even taking and giving a few hits herself.

Edgerunner Poser (2065-2070; approximately 23-28)

This was a period of a lot of soul searching, self-discovery, and coming to terms with the trauma of losing both her parents so young. She hopped around Night City, picking up gigs, learning new skills, getting some sketch cyber implants, and finding places to crash wherever she could. Eventually, that would land her in Megabuilding 3 in Heywood, where one of her roommates was dating Jackie. That relationship didn't last long, but Jackie and Valerie hit it off (strictly platonically). Although Valerie was grateful to have a genuine friend, she often felt out of place in his circle of friends.

Corpo Badass (2070-2074; approximately 28-32)

When Arasaka Tower reopened in 2070, Valerie saw an opportunity to get off the streets for good but still avoid the worst of corporate ambition: applying to Arasaka's security branch. She excelled at her weapon and tech training, struggled a little more with the language requirements, but ultimately did pass the qualifications. Valerie mostly worked in escort teams or as a private bodyguard, the latter of which eventually introduced her to Arthur Jenkins. It was dangerous, but exciting work that paid well enough that she could afford her own place again.

Corpo Rat (2074-2076; approximately 32-34)

Jenkins talked a good game. After he repeatedly requested she be assigned to him on business trips so he could repeatedly ask her to join his counter-intel team, with promises that it'd be nothing like the shitshow at Biotechnica, Valerie agreed to transfer. At first, life was good: the gig came with fancy corporate accommodations and the stress was manageable. Soon, however, Jenkins' capricious leadership and erratic behavior had Valerie looking for a way out.

Bona fide Solo (2076-2077; approximately 34-35)

Getting terminated for being complicit in an assassination attempt and ending up right back where she was six years ago was not the way out that Valerie was looking for, but that was the one she got. For a time, while she and Jackie reconnected, while they were untouchable, while she befriended Misty and Viktor, Valerie thought maybe it wasn't the worst outcome. And then she once again ignored her gut instinct, and Konpeki happened. Of course, Konpeki also led her to Goro.

[MIKOSHI: 2077-2079]

Look, it's a fucking weird two years, okay?

Rebirth (2079; 35? 37? 2?)

Life after the Relic and Mikoshi has its own challenges, and for better or worse, Valerie finds herself under Arasaka employment again as a special operative. But after a six-month period of acclimation and rehabilitation to the reconstruction of her body, she and Goro are also able to get the hell out of Night City and start a life together in Takamatsu. (Nibbles gets to come, too.)

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 5.5 Bonus

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language Warnings: None Summary: Local feral human spends some time with their new family. Four short bits featuring Daphne (Maiden OC), Bela, Lady D, Daniela, and a surprise guest. Enjoy. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly, 4: Portraits For Ghosts, 5: Heart Of The Matter

5.5: Family

i.

“Wait, you’re telling me that you came here willingly?” You asked, mouth agape, eyes wide. It felt like every time you talked to Daphne she had something incredible to say. Which was, of course, why she was your favorite maiden to talk to. That, and the fact that she had adapted so quickly to your ‘charming personality’. So far she was the only servant you had been willing to be honest with. Mainly about your feelings regarding your blood bond, but also just about your relationship with Cassandra in general. Something about Daphne simply made her incredibly approachable. From what you had heard, you weren’t the only one to think as such, with her being fairly popular among the castle workers.

“More of us do than you might expect. Some consider it an honor to serve one of the four Lords, and Castle Dimitrescu is certainly… nicer than either the factory or the reservoir. Personally, I came here for a friend of mine. She, well, had less of a choice. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being here without knowing anyone, so it felt like I only had one option. Can’t say I regret my decision, if you can believe it,” Daphne explained, folding laundry all the while. At the same time, you carefully sort through the not yet washed clothing, separating them into two baskets. After all, you wouldn’t want Lady Dimitrescu to end up with a pink dress! Technically this wasn’t your job, nor did you have a job at all, but you hated having idle hands- especially when talking to someone who was working. At first Daphne had protested, but she had given in upon realizing just how stubborn you could be.

“That’s… impressive. I mean, holy shit, that's a real ride or die friendship right there. Is she, uh, is your friend still, you know, around?” You stuttered, cursing your tongue for asking such a thing. If the answer was no, you were going to feel like a real asshole. Which, admittedly, you had a tendency to be. But this wasn’t one of the times where it was intentional. Thankfully, Daphne is all smiles, and even seems amused by your spluttering.

“Yes, we’re even roommates. Well, us and five others. Possibly with a sixth one on the way, if we ever get someone to fill the empty space,” she replies, pausing to think. Then she’s back to work, refusing to waste any time. “Speaking of roommates… I know I said I’m not one for gossip, and I meant it, but a little songbird told me that Cassandra seems to be in a much better mood these days. Are the two of you, well, getting along? It would be nice to know that soulmates can overcome even the roughest of introductions.” There’s a hint of something odd in her tone, and you take a moment to wonder what she’s (unintentionally) hinting at. Had she met her soulmate, only for things to go poorly?... Before answering her, you make a mental note, deciding to see if any of the other maidens had a scar across their nose.

“It’s not like she and I are dating or anything. We’re just, you know, not hating each other. Currently,” you said, shrugging. But Daphne raises an eyebrow at you, and you find yourself instinctively feeling guilty, somehow feeling small next to the shortest person you knew. “Alright, alright, we might have… Okay we kissed. And promised each other not to die, because having your soulmate die hurts like hell. Also maybe she showed me her mom’s art collection and I made a joke about the titty sculptures because holy shit, this house has a lot of titties.” At this, Daphne bursts into laughter, grinning from ear to ear.

“Amen to that, for sure.”

ii.

“So… fan of science, I see,” you say, awkwardly, bouncing a little on your heels. Next to you is the eldest Dimitrescu daughter, who had unexpectedly joined your table in the library. There were several other places she could have sat, with both more comfortable seating and more workspace, but for some reason she had chosen here. So far she hadn’t said a word. Hell, you hadn’t spoken to her since your first meeting, where she had suggested killing you. Naturally, you weren’t quite sure what to make of her. Something told you that she felt much the same about yourself.

“Fan of oversimplification, I see,” Bela counters, after a few tense seconds. Then she sets down her book- a heavy text about Romanian avian fauna- to give you her full attention. “It would be more accurate to say that I enjoy studying biology, particularly the branch of zoology.” Well, this conversation was certainly… happening. Honestly, you couldn’t tell whether she was legitimately judging you, or merely chaffing you for her own amusement.

“You’ll have to, er, forgive me for being overly broad. Consider it a side effect of my nerves, those themselves being due to our unsavory introduction. In case you don’t recall, you put that sickle of yours into my shoulder,” you reminded, with a sarcastic smile. To your surprise, Bela chuckles at this, almost as if fondly remembering the incident. Seriously, you think, why did my soulmate have to be from this family?

“Staying silent was an option. Perhaps that would have suited you better?” Bela says, now clearly teasing, smile much more genuine than your own. Knowing she had a point, you’re quick to blush, mildly embarrassed.

“Touche. I am curious, however, why you decided to sit next to me in the first place. I certainly wouldn’t have tried starting a conversation if you hadn’t,” you explained.

“Like I said… I enjoy studying zoology,” Bela replies, with a sly grin. It takes you a few moments to understand the intended implications. Once you do, however, you’re giving her a hard stare. Then you scoot your chair a few inches away from her, in exaggerated movements. “Don’t worry, I was only joking. Though you certainly are an interesting human. Much more, hmm, cheeky? Compared to the servants, at least.”

“Somehow I get the feeling that they simply prefer being alive, as opposed to not being as snippy. Except maybe Daphne, now that I think about it. Very sweet, that one,” you muse. “Regardless, I think I’ll return to my book now, for it lacks a tongue, and is therefore less likely to taunt me.” Doing just as you had said, you open the book, holding it a bit higher than what would be comfortable, so that it becomes a ‘shield’ of sorts. Nothing was quite as satisfying as subtle body language.

Accepting your words with a shrug, Bela also resumes reading, turning to a bookmarked page. Roughly an hour of relative quiet passes. Neither of you so much as glance at each other, not even when she drops the pen she had been taking notes with. In the end, you are the one who leaves first, and finally the silence is broken. You give your goodbyes, and Bela returns them politely. Though you do not know it, she sets her book down as soon as you leave, pausing to think about you. Now that things had ‘calmed down’, it was reassuring for her to know that you weren’t always full of spite. Still, you held onto your cleverness (for the most part), leaving her with no doubt about the universe’s decision. You were her sister’s soulmate.

iii.

“It’s official: I’m lost in a creepy castle. The universe hates me. Probably should have realized that sooner, considering how it decided to introduce me to my soulmate,” you mutter, scowling deeply, as you wander unfamiliar halls. How had you even gotten lost? Sure, you had taken a wrong turn, but it hadn’t taken long for you to realize your mistake! Evidently you somehow managed to make another one while backtracking. Now you were standing in the center of the corridor, hands on your hips, desperate for some maiden to come rescue you. What you really didn’t want was Cassandra to find you, because she’d make fun of you for the rest of your life. It’s not like she had specifically joked about you getting lost before. Except that was exactly what had happened.

A few minutes pass uneventfully. There aren’t even any distant sounds of life; no footsteps, nor echoing voices, nor the squeaking of floorboards. All you can hear is your own breathing. As well as the occasional sigh, admittedly. By this point, there’s a part of you that’s starting to panic. After all, there was a chance that the castle was big enough for certain sections to be abandoned. Hopefully that’s not the case, you think, I mean, they’d cut the power to those parts, right? Here’s hoping… With that in mind, you get back to wandering, figuring that you’d have to eventually run into a familiar landmark. Or better yet, someone who actually knew the castle’s layout.

When salvation at last reveals its holy visage, it is not in the form of a lowly servant, rather the muffled voice of none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. Neither her exact words nor who she’s speaking to is clear. At first, you can’t even tell where her voice is coming from, but you quickly approach one closed door, then another, searching for the source. Several doors later you’re certain you’ve found her. By then you can tell that she’s not alone. Not wanting to seem rude by interrupting, you take a few steps back, leaning against the wall to wait. For the most part you still cannot make out what’s being said, but a few words do reach your ears.

“-expected more from you. How am I-” the voice gets cut off, not by Alcina, rather a sudden gust of air, akin to massive wings flapping. When the speaker continues, they are both louder and angrier. “Someone is listening. Have you not taken steps to ensure our privacy?” Then the door is swinging open, revealing your soulmate’s mother. At first she’s practically shaking with rage, but her expression turns to shock when she sees you.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Cassandra?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, clearly stressed, as she steps into the corridor. There’s movement behind her, although you cannot make out any details. Besides, you’re quick to answer her, wishing to avoid her wrath (and that of whoever she was speaking to).

“I’m so sorry, Lady Dimitrescu, I was walking from the dining hall to Cassandra’s studio, and I took a wrong turn. I’ve been wandering for half an hour now. When I heard your voice, I thought perhaps I could, well, enlist your assistance. But you were busy, so I figured I’d wait outside. If I had-...” you pause, gulping, as the other figure steps into view. It’s a face you’re all too familiar with. One that popped up countless times through the village, and again throughout the castle, the owner’s name always spoken with acclaim, with worship. Mother Miranda, in the flesh, wings spreading out behind her, somehow cutting a more impressive silhouette than even Lady Dimitrescu. Instantly you’re falling to your knees, knowing that your sharp tongue was no match for this practical goddess.

“Who is this, Dimitrescu? Why isn’t their blood staining your claws?” Miranda questions, gaze never leaving your trembling form.

“This… this is one of my daughters’ soulmates. They were brought in with the last group of sacrifices,” Lady Dimitrescu explains, uncharacteristically hesitant. ‘Twas a true testament to Miranda’s power, as well as her influence, that she could make someone so powerful seem so weak. Which was exactly why you were shaking with anxiety. But to your surprise, the goddess does not immediately order your execution for your trespass.

“And already they know their place, hmm? Kneeling before me?” Miranda says, a strange smile dancing on her lips. Whatever anger she had been feeling a minute prior had faded, though you couldn’t even begin to guess as to why. Regardless, both Alcina and yourself are quite relieved, though neither of you are quick to show it. “Either they have a good head on their shoulders, or you still take care of some of your duties. Very well, they may live. For now. But I expect next week’s report to be far more favorable. I don’t need to remind you of the price for failing me.” With that said, Mother Miranda turned to leave, a swirling mass of dark feathers flying past you.

A minute passes, maybe two, before either of you feel capable of speaking up.

“Let’s get you back where you belong, yes?” Lady Dimitrescu says, quietly, before placing her hand on your shoulder to guide you. Tension hangs clear and heavy over both of you. Even as you walk down corridor after corridor, the feeling does not ease. At least not until you’re back in familiar territory, near where you had originally made your mistake, finally able to breathe a little. It’s here that Lady Dimitrescu pauses to speak once more. “Tomorrow I will assign one of the servants to give you a tour, in the hopes that this does not happen again. Furthermore, I ask that you forget everything you heard earlier, for it is neither your business… or my daughter’s.” You’re quick to nod, and with that she bids you farewell, leaving you alone. Now, you think, was it left from here, or right?

iv.

“I’m just going for a walk. Why do you care so much? It’s not like it’s any of your business,” Daniela assures you, despite the fact that all you had done was say ‘hello’. If this was her attempt at casting aside suspicion, she had done a terrible job of it. What made her so nervous? Was it even worth investigating? Only one way to find out.

“You’re rather bundled up, planning on being out for long?” You ask, trying to sound casual, leaning against the wall as you did. In response, Daniela pretty much stomps her foot. There’s something odd in her expression, however, that implies your question hit a soft spot. Certainly wasn’t what you had expected. “Don’t mind me, just trying to make conversation with my soulmate’s sister. Speaking of her… have you seen Cassandra? Is she, perhaps, going with you?” A little misdirection never hurt anyone. Probably.

“No!” Daniela replies, fast as a gunshot, too much emphasis to be unintentional. But she realizes her mistake as soon as she’s made it, and makes a clear effort to relax herself. “She’s probably in her studio, doing whatever it is she calls art, on the other end of the house. Besides, I don’t want any company for this walk.” For a moment you merely squint at her, unsure of how to proceed. In the end, you decide that it really is none of your business, being more than satisfied by what teasing you’ve already done.

“Alright, alright. Well then, I’ll leave you be. Just… be careful, yeah? If you get hurt, and your mother finds out that I didn’t stop you from going… not sure Cassandra could save me,” you say, with a shrug. At first Daniela can’t decide whether to be upset or relieved, but she seemingly settles for the latter, giving you a brief nod before heading outside. As the door shut behind her, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done the right thing.

[kimoralov3]

That's Immortality, My Darling

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 2010

Pairing: Loki x fem!black!reader

Warnings: Odin

(Y/N)'s POV

I groaned as I rolled over, trying to block out the light filtering through the room. It wasn't going anywhere, so I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Loki, I thought I told you to close the blinds before you went to bed last night."

"Sorry darling, it must've slipped my mind. Did you have a good slumber?" Loki asked as he pressed gentle kisses along my shoulder. I nodded, letting out one final yawn before standing up and stretching. "I'll make breakfast while you shower. Waffles sound good?"

"Yeah, waffles would be perfect. Thanks, Love." I bent down and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

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Gods that shower really woke me up. I thought to myself as I brushed my hair into a bun. Good, it's growing. Maybe I should get it locked up so I don't have to do much to it anymore.

"Darling, you've been in here for a while. Is everything alright?" Loki called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, everything's fine." I said as I opened the door. Loki was standing there, his hair still a mess, but he was wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt. "Breakfast ready?"

"Yep." Loki wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked to the kitchen. The smell of vanilla and coffee filled my nose, causing me to let out a long sigh. "Sit down, I'll make your plate." I nodded and sat down at one of the bar stools in front of the island. Loki sat a plate of waffles, strawberries and bacon in front of me, as well as a steaming cup of coffee.

"I thought you didn't know how to use the coffee machine?" I joked as I took a sip of the coffee. Perfect. 

"I don't, I don't have the patience to learn various Midgardian technologies. I made it using my magic." He explained as he sat beside me. I rolled my eyes, flicking a strawberry at him.

"Y'know, if we're gonna spend the rest of our lives together, you should probably stop shitting on one of my people's greatest achievements." I said as I took a bite out of a piece of bacon. Loki's face fell for a split second before going back to normal. I still saw the look he gave me at my words. "What's wrong?"

"We won't be together for the rest of our lives. At least not for the rest of mine. You'll die before me." He said softly as he traced random patterns on the island counter. I sighed, turning my body so I was fully facing him.

"Loki, look at me." I said as I lifted his head so our eyes met. There was pain hiding behind those beautiful blue orbs, but there was a lot of doubt as well. "You know that that doesn't bother me. I've come to terms with the fact that I'll die before you. Don't let it bother you too much. As long as I get to spend the rest of my days with you, I'll have lived a fulfilled life. Understand?"

"I understand (Y/N), but it still hurts that I'll have to live without you. You've made me a better person. I'm sure this is probably selfish, but I don't think there's such a thing as a life worth living without you."

"I know, but there's nothing we can do about it." Loki looked down, not saying anything before nodding and cleaning our plates.

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Loki's POV

There's nothing we can do about it. 

(Y/N)'s words from breakfast that morning had been playing in my head for about a week now. There is one thing we can do. If only I didn't have to ask him for permission.

"Loki, Thor should be here any minute. Are you ready to go?" (Y/N) asked as she walked into our room. 

"Ready as I'll ever be." I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the living room. It was time for Thor and I's annual visit back to Asgard, and this time I decided to bring (Y/N) with me. She'd always wanted to travel, and there is no place better to start than my home planet.

A knock on the door alerted us to my brother's presence. (Y/N) opened the door to reveal standing there, an annoyingly large smile and traditional Asgardian armor on. "Lady (Y/N)! It's great to see you again! I do hope that my little brother is treating you well." Thor said as he hugged (Y/N).

"Of course he is, if he wasn't you know I'd beat his ass." (Y/N) said as she pulled away from the hug.

"Are you two done? Because we need to get going so mother doesn't worry." I said as I wrapped an arm around (Y/N) again. Thor nodded, and we made our way to an empty field so Heimdal could open the bifrost for us. I hope he's become kinder than the last time I saw him. 

----

"It's good to see you Heimdal." Thor said as we stepped out the bifrost. 

"Good to see you too, Thor. And you must be (Y/N), Thor and Loki have told me so much about you." Heimdal said as he turned towards (Y/N).

"Nice to meet you."

"You as well. The three of you should get going, the king and queen are waiting for you." 

As we walked along the bridge, I noticed (Y/N) looking around in awe. So adorable. I tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to look up at me with the most amazing sense of wonder. "I told you that words couldn't do this place justice."

"I knew it would be beautiful, but this is just… I can't even find the words to describe it." She said as she continued looking around. 

"If you want, later I can take you on a walk to explore the villages. They all have their own signature thing, whether it be food or clothes. You'll absolutely love it." I explained as I placed a kiss on her knuckles. She giggled and held onto my arm, laying her head on my shoulder. 

The guards opened the gates to the castle, mother and Odin waiting there for us. (Y/N) let go of my arm so I could properly greet them. I walked up to my mother and gave her a hug.

"Oh how I've missed you Loki. Have you been eating enough, you seem thinner than usual." Mother scolded as she looked over my body, shaking her head at my supposed weight loss.

"Mother, I'm fine. I assure you that I have been eating properly, (Y/N) makes sure of that." I said once she released me from the hug. (Y/N) walked over to us, bowing slightly towards my mother.

"Oh dear, there's no need for formality. Anybody who can see behind Loki's cold exterior shall be considered family." She said as she pulled (Y/N) into a tight hug. Hopefully she will be soon. I left the two of them to talk while I talked to my father. 

"Father, can I speak to you for a moment? Alone." I asked quietly. (Y/N) doesn't need to hear this conversation if it doesn't go in my favor.

----

(Y/N)'s POV

"So you and Loki have been together for 3 and a half years, correct?" Frigga asked as we sat on one of the benches in the entryway.

"Yes ma'am."

"So you started dating him even after everything that happened in New York?" 

"Yeah, but he's changed so much since then. He seems more… at peace with himself. He's a lot nicer to other people, and he's more willing to help the Avengers."

"Well, I'm glad that he's changed for the better. He seems to be very happy with you. I won't keep you long, let's go find the boys so they can show you around." She said as she stood up. I nodded, following her in the direction I presume the boys went in. The farther down the hall, 2 voices got louder and louder. What's going on?"

"... This one thing! Just the one! After all you have put me through, this is the least you could do." Loki yelled. "Why don't you want me to be happy?"

"You knew the consequences of falling in love with a mortal! It is not my responsibility to right your wrongs, Loki. You made your bed, now lay in it. That is my final word." Odin yelled back. Are they talking about me?

"But I love her! I've finally found someone that I want to spend the rest of my life with, and you won't let me. Why?"

"Because you-"

"Enough, both of you! You two have been so caught up in your arguing, you haven't realized that Mother and (Y/N) walked in!" Thor interrupted, pointing at me and Frigga. Loki turned and gave me a sad look, but Odin didn't move a muscle.

"What is all this fuss about?" Frigga asked as she looked between the 3 of them.

"Loki is being a foolish child." Odin finally said, finally turning his attention towards his wife.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize wanting to marry the girl I love made me a foolish child." Loki shot back with all the venom he could muster. Marry?

"Odin, if Loki wants to marry (Y/N), you should let him. They are clearly deeply in love."

"How do we know that this will last? This could easily be another one of his tricks in search of power."

"Father, I can promise you that those are not Loki's intentions. He's proven time and time again that he loves (Y/N) very much. Please, grant him this one happiness." Thor attempted to reason. Loki looked at his brother, giving him a small smile. Over the past few years, they had finally built a proper sibling bond, so I'm sure that Loki was very grateful for his brother's input.

"Father I promise, I have no ill intentions attached to wanting to marry (Y/N). Please, give us your blessing." Loki pleaded. 

"Fine! But if anything happens, it'll be the three of you all's fault!" Odin shouted as he pointed at Thor, Loki, and Frigga. 

----

"I'm so sorry that you had to hear that darling. I was hoping he would say yes, but I should've known he would be difficult." Loki had been apologizing to me the whole way back to our room, but I kept assuring him that it was fine. 

"Loki, I told you it's fine. It's not your fault." I said as I gave his cheek a quick kiss. He nodded and sat on the bed. "However, it would've been nice to know that you were proposing." I joked as I sat next to him, laying my head on his shoulder.

"Oh don't act so surprised, I know that you knew. You always know what I'm thinking before I have the chance to think it myself." Loki said as he rubbed my shoulder.

"You're right, but I still want you to ask me officially. And give me a ring." I held up my hand, turning it over. A small one would be nice.

"Once we get married, you can have all the jewels and rings that you want." Loki kissed me on the forehead, laying us down on the bed.

"I don't need jewels to be happy, love. All I need is you."

"And we'll have the rest of both of our lives together."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I looked up at him. 

"Us getting married means that our lifespans are connected. That means that when one of us dies, the other one won't fall far behind." He explained as he pushed my hair out of my face.

"I should've known that you would find a way for us to be together for as long as possible." 

"For you my darling? I'd search all 9 realms and beyond to find the answer."

[sophiashortcake]

— 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 🍰

“I GUESS I’M JUST A PLAY DATE TO YOU.”

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𝟐𝟕. epilogue

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: kicked out of her home with no place to go, y/n is forced to move into her family friend’s home, who coincidentally is also the family of tsukishima kei, the boy who denied her confession.

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑...

“Okay, so I believe you screw this piece and that piece together and- BOKUTO-SAN NO!”

Everyone collectively groaned as Bokuto sheepishly held the now broken piece of what was going to be your headboard. Akaashi sighed and put down the Ikea furniture manual to rub his temples. Now the headboard was added to the list of furniture casualties along with the coffee table and nightstand (also broken by Bokuto).

“I thought it would be faster if I just tried popping it into place!” He whined, defending his terrible handyman skills and all too clumsy strength.

Your friends had volunteered to help you and Kei build the furniture for your new apartment, which turned out to be a harder task than you once thought. You all had spent the last few hours sitting on the floor of your new apartment surrounded by the clutter of move-in boxes and stray Ikea furniture parts.

“I think we’re gonna have to sleep on a bed with no headboard,” you sighed.

“It’s not like we weren’t gonna break it ourselves anyway,” Kei muttered, flipping through the instruction manual he had snatched away from Akaashi. Kei realized his comment wasn’t as quiet as he thought as everybody snapped their heads to his. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“Get a room!” Yamaguchi screeched, feigning disgust.

“Uh, you’re sitting in it,” Kuroo replied.

Before the teasing got relentless, a loud bang was heard out in the living room along with the sounds of harsh drags across the floor, and groans.

“For the love of god, can somebody help me and Oikawa out here?!” Iwaizumi called, “I think this couch weighs more than Y/N!”

You sighed in relief, thankful the subject changed. Everybody got up and flooded into the living room to help Iwaizumi and Oikawa get the couch into the living room (where Bokuto’s strength actually helped for once).

Though you couldn’t afford much on a college student’s salary, a home was starting to take form inside the apartment. You grinned at the sight, giddy excitement bubbling in your stomach. You truly couldn’t be happier.

“I think it’s coming along very nicely Y/N,” Kiyoko grinned, “but don’t you two think it’s a little soon to be moving in which each other?”

“Yoko, it’s not like we haven’t lived with each other before,” you deadpanned, “and plus, it saves us money since we’re still in school.”

“Ah, that’s true,” she chuckled, remembering the living together ordeal that brought you and Kei together in high school.

It was crazy to think that a few years ago, you and Kei had been quarrelling in the same house, wanting nothing more for you to move out. But now, you both were moving in with each other. Even when you lived separately, you came to realize that Kei was your home.

“I can’t wait until we start decorating!” Yachi squealed, clapping her hands together in excitement imagining all the possible decorations.

“You two decorating is my nightmare,” Kei sighed. You whacked his shoulder lightly, pouting.

“Y/N-chan, if you ever get annoyed by Tsukki, my door is always open!” Oikawa sang, receiving an eye roll from Iwaizumi.

“Get in line,” Kuroo retorted. “Y/N would rather live with me! My apartment is way better.”

Kuroo had also purchased an apartment recently, at an eerily cheap price. With such a small price tag, you would assume that the apartment was going to be barely a closet, but in reality, it was even nicer than your own (and you and Kei had saved up a hefty amount from your own jobs). Kei had warned him that apartments that nice didn’t come cheap without a reason, but Kuroo had shrugged it off under the premise that he was a broke college student who didn’t have many options.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t we remember that I offered Y/N to live with me first back in high school?!” Bokuto protested.

“Can you all please back off on my girlfriend?” Kei grumbled.

“Aww, Kei loves me!” You teased, clinging to his arm trying to peck his cheek. He dodged your kiss, his cheeks tinged red.

“Still a tsundere,” Akaashi sighed.

“He always will be,” Yamaguchi chuckled. “It’s Tsukki we’re talking about here.”

The next few hours you finished up building the furniture, or at least attempted to. As it turns out, none of your friends were exactly handymen.

“Finally!” You groaned, as the last piece was screwed in for your shelf.

With the finishing touches on the apartment, the night was drawing to a close. Kiyoko and Yachi wrapped you into a hug and pecked your cheek before they left. Iwaizumi ruffled your hair, telling you and Kei not to act up too much while you were alone. Bokuto and Yamaguchi excitedly discussed the possibilities of a group sleepover (which Kei wasn’t exactly excited for, but knew he wasn’t getting out of). Akaashi gave you both a hefty lecture on proper behavior for living alone without “parental supervision”. (Both of you were adults with jobs!)

Slowly the apartment grew empty besides for you, Oikawa, and Kuroo and Kei who were having a discussion about Kuroo’s suspicious new apartment. While you were sorting through the move in boxes, Oikawa pulled you aside.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say I’m happy for you,” he grinned.

Over the course of time, Oikawa learned to get over you, and owned up to his mistakes. Slowly but surely, he regained your trust, and even Kei’s as they grew a strange frenemy relationship. Now there was nothing but platonic love and trust between you two, the past behind you both.

“Thank you, Tooru,” you smiled, pulling him inside a hug.

“But if Tsukishima ever acts up-”

“Shut it Shittykawa!” Kei called from across the apartment.

“He and Iwaizumi have been spending too much time together,” you sighed.

Oikawa laughed, and pulled out of the hug. You smiled, knowing Oikawa truly was happy for you both.

Before he walked out the door, he clapped Kei on the back.

“Don’t forget your promise,” he warned, wagging a finger at him.

“I won’t,” Kei replied, rolling his eyes.

Kuroo was the next to leave, finishing his conversation with Kei.

“You two better help me move in next week!” Kuroo exclaimed, before leaving the apartment. You both chuckled and agreed as you finished bidding your goodbyes.

Now the apartment finally was empty, besides for you and Kei.

“What promise did you and Oikawa make?” You asked curiously.

“Something back in high school, don’t worry about it.”

You raised an eyebrow, those two were definitely hiding something.

“Speaking of high school, wait here, I have something for you,” he said, before running off to the bedroom to dig out something from the move in boxes. He pulled out a worn piece of paper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as he handed it to you. You studied it carefully before realizing it was the confession letter you had written in high school.

“I thought I lost this!” You gasped. While you lived with Kei, you kept it stashed in your desk drawer, but you assumed you had lost it somehow while you were moving out of Kei’s house.

“You left it in your desk at my house, I kept it,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Even after all these years?” You giggled.

“Yeah, I felt like it was too important to throw out.”

You scanned over your letter, the nostalgia washing over you as you softly smiled at the memories. However, you noticed over the bright red D minus sprawled over the corner was crossed out, now replaced by an A plus.

“Why is the grade different?” you questioned, confused.

“I regraded it, A plus for effort,” he said.

“Kei,” you whined, your heart swelling. He really has grown over the years, hasn’t he?

“But don’t get me wrong, your spelling and grammar still suck.”

But obviously, it wouldn’t be your Tsukishima Kei if he didn’t throw in one of his comments too.

“Jerk!” You hollered, smacking his head as he cackled. You pouted as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Welcome home, Y/N.”

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: the letter is now framed in the apartment next to the framed pictures of y/n and tsukki throughout the years.

𝐚/𝐧:

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚:

• the idea came from itazura na kiss, i based mine specifically off the kdrama.

• miyagitea was originally supposed to be either an oc, suga, or yamaguchi. @/wisteriarain talked me out of it and suggested oikawa.

• the original idea was for this to be a manager!reader x tsukki smau with no letter, living together, etc. they were originally just supposed to hate eachother right out the gate and have a fuck buddy relationship.

• the next idea was based off good morning call and that tsukki and y/n were both college students who got scammed by their new apartment complex and ended up having to live together.

• y/n mother’s (hayami) and akane’s relationship was based off my mom and her best friend.

• y/n’s mother’s contact name, mama bear, is my mom’s best friend’s nickname.

• i considered having a female antagonist/oc to play y/n’s rival for tsukki.

• i didn’t write y/n having a father figure and barely wrote about tsukishima’s (even though he was in the picture) because i find it uncomfortable to write about father figures.

• this was only ever mentioned in an ask, but y/n’s mother is a lawyer!

• i came up with the idea driving home from the orthodonist and i passed a building that said, “asian volleyball association”.

• miyagitea almost didn’t make it into the story, it was a last minute addition.

• the title came before the plot, it was based off the melanie martinez song.

• there is bonus material on the masterlist! the dress from chapter 21 inspiration and official playlist can be found there!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!): @sinistersith @moronsuke @yougivemebutterfliess @saturnfarie @peachiikichu @what-happens-inside-the-box @nonoszrk @cece-lives-here @belli-jelly @cvlliesstuff @ack-aashi @mindofess @virgoamajiki @natsukitakama @shimy-deko @irenevyas @virgoamajiki @toaster-stick @little-dark-empress @h0ngh0ngh0ng @freyafolkvangr @winunk @estmagnifique @thechaosoflonging @ilovesupersoldiers @simpletype @burntcilantro @starrydaisy @animatedrapture @intothatbluebluesky @resetrestartandreplay @lostmarimoismyhubby @witcherydotcom @kukiisan @not-venice @grapesauze @amberisnotcrazy @tarasaoristark @ammemuts @cloudymotel @loving-unicorns106 @strawberryssel @kakaokenma @cadelinha-de-haikyuu @wowie-issa-me-amario @pruemania @vitalthot @kageyamasgirl @abswrites @kac-chowsballs

[thebookreader12345]

Meet the Parents

Pairing: Jay Halstead x reader

Summary: Jay and Y/N have been dating for awhile now, and it’s finally time for Jay to meet her parents

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing, mention of having sex

Word Count: 1,596 Words

“Look at that. Another case solved. We are officially the best unit ever,” Adam spoke.

I laughed. “I mean, you’re not wrong. Hey, has anyone seen Jay?”

“He was just in the locker room,” Hailey informed me as she packed up her things.

“Yeah. Any reason why he looked like he was about to piss himself?” Antonio asked me.

“He’s meeting my family for the first time tonight. I should go talk to him. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I tell the team and make my way towards the locker room. When I got inside, I found Jay sitting down on one of the benches, his legs resting on either side of the wood. “Hey,” I greet and straddle the portion of the bench in front of him so that we were mirror images. “What’s going on?”

“What if they don’t like me?” Jay asked and looked up at me.

“Why would you think that? You’re an amazing guy, Jay,” I murmur and take his hands in mine. “And my parents and sister are going to love you.” I leaned forwards and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, which lasted longer than I expected, but I didn’t mind. When Jay and I finally parted, I rested my forehead against his. “I love you.”

Jay gave me a small smile. “I love you too.” After leaving the locker room, Jay and I packed up our things and headed back to our shared apartment. While we had only been dating for a few months now, we had known each other from work for a good amount of time, so it wasn’t a hard choice to make when Jay asked if I wanted to move in with him. At the apartment, I kicked off my shoes, took off my jacket, and then dragged Jay over to the couch for some cuddle time. I pressed myself against his chest and draped an arm over his waist, him doing the same for me, and just laid against him. Being in Jay’s arms always put me at ease, and I’m sure it did the same for him because I could feel the shift in his mood. For a while, we lounged around the house, but soon, it was time to get ready to go to dinner at my parents’ house.

“Babe, are you almost ready?” I ask and head into the bedroom, only to find Jay staring at his dresser. “Jay, why are you not dressed yet?”

“I don’t know what to wear,” Jay replied.

I chuckled softly and walked over to his dresser, pulling out a plain gray t-shirt and blue jeans. “Put this on. It’s my favorite outfit on you, except when you’re naked, of course.” Jay shook his head with a smile playing at his lips and took the clothes from my hands. “Now go get changed. I don’t want to be late.” Once Jay had finally gotten dressed, we made our way out front where my car was parked and climbed in. As we started driving, I could tell Jay was beginning to get nervous again. It didn’t take long to get to my parents’ house, and as soon as we got out of the car, I wrapped my arms around Jay’s torso. “Just be yourself. Everything is going to work out. I promise.”

“Okay,” Jay mumbled and laced his fingers with mine as we made our way up to the front door. I rang the doorbell, hearing the pleasant jingle go off in the house, and seconds later, the door opened to reveal my little sister, Elizabeth, or Lizzie for short. She was a whole 8 years younger than me, which, when we were little, was a huge difference, but now it didn’t matter too much.

“Hey, Lizzie,” I greet and step forward to give her a hug. Lizzie hugged me back quickly, and when I stepped back, I glanced towards Jay. “Lizzie, this is my boyfriend Jay. Jay, this is my sister Lizzie.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jay spoke and held out his hand, which Lizzie shook politely.

“You too,” Lizzie greeted and scanned him up and down before turning to me. “Y/N, why wasn’t I aware that your boyfriend was this hot? I would have put on some nicer clothes.”

“You look fine right now,” I tell her and lead Jay into the living room, where Lizzie’s college textbooks were scattered all over the coffee table.

“What are you studying?” Jay asked Lizzie.

“Uh, molecular biology. Sorry about the mess,” Lizzie muttered and went to clean up her books.

“It’s cool. My older brother actually majored in biology. He’s a doctor over at Chicago Med,” Jay said.

“Y/N? Is that you?” my mother called out from somewhere deeper in the house.

“Yeah. Is dad with you?” I question and gesture for Jay to follow me.

“Of course he is. You know he can’t go 5 minutes without sneaking some food,” my mother replied. I laughed and went down the hallway at the back of the living room, which had the bathroom, dining room, and stairs branching off from it, and at the back of the house was the kitchen, where both my mom and dad were. My mother was busy putting dough into a circular tray while my father was digging through the pantry looking for something to snack on. My mother then looked up from what she was doing, and when she saw me and Jay, she smiled. “You must be Jay. Y/N talks about you quite a bit, you know.”

Jay grinned. “I wasn’t aware.”

“Well, I can see why. You’re very handsome. You and Y/N would have beautiful babies,” my mother commented.

“Mom,” I hiss as I felt my cheeks begin to heat up.

“What? I’m just putting it out there. Do you like deep dish, Jay?” my mom asked.

“I love it,” Jay responded.

“Good. I’ve been making it homemade since Y/N was born. Louis, get your head out of the pantry and greet Jay,” my mom scolded to my father, who still hadn’t emerged from the pantry.

“Yeah yeah, Janine,” my father said and exited the pantry, closing the door behind him. He then extended his hand to Jay. “It’s nice to meet you, son.”

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. L/N,” Jay concurred.

“All right. I’m going to show Jay around. Please do not take out any embarrassing photos while we’re gone,” I urge my mother.

“No promises,” my mother said with a small smile. I shook my head and led Jay out of the kitchen and up the stairs, where we entered the first door on the left.

“Welcome to my childhood bedroom,” I reveal. Nothing had changed since I had moved out to attend college. The walls were a light gray along with the carpet and my bed set, seeing as I had a neutral theme going on. My twin sized bed sat in the far right corner with my desk in the far left. On it were some fake plants, a few picture frames, and scattered souvenirs I had picked up along the years. Immediately on our right you had my dresser, and to our left I had two white beanbags sitting on the floor. Jay headed straight to my desk and examined the pictures within the frames.

“You have not changed one bit,” Jay told me.

“Oh shut up,” I tease. After showing Jay the rest of the house along with the backyard, dinner was finally ready. We all sat down at the kitchen, and that’s when the questions started.

“So, Jay, how long have you been a police officer?” my father asked.

“Not my whole life, like some people may think. I actually used to be in the army. I was a Ranger,” Jay informed my family.

“No shit. I was in the Marines,” my father responded.

“When did you know you wanted to be with Y/N? I want all the details,” Lizzie demanded with a huge smile on her face.

“Um, there was one night after work where Y/N and I were at Molly’s together having a few beers. And as we were talking, I realized that I couldn’t survive without her, so I asked her out,” Jay answered. Finally, after eating dinner and talking for about another hour or two, it was time for Jay and I to head back out to our apartment. Jay was waiting for me by the front door when my mother pulled me aside.

“He’s a lovely guy, Y/N,” my mother exclaimed. “I really like him.”

“Yeah,” I say. “Me too. I’ll talk to you later, mom.” As Jay and I walked out of the house hand and hand, I stopped in my tracks and pulled Jay down so that our lips touched. I could feel Jay smile against my lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

“What was that for?” Jay asked me.

“I love you,” I tell him.

Jay grinned. “I love you too. So, how’d I do?”

“Amazing. My whole family loves you. I told you it’d be fine,” I reply.

“And you were right. What do you say we get back home and celebrate on how well this went?” Jay suggested.

“What are you thinking?” I question.

“Maybe an activity that involves your clothes on the floor,” Jay whispered in my ear, which sent a shiver down my spine.

“You don’t know how turned on that just made me. You better speed home,” I state.

“Oh, I was planning on it,” Jay said.

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mini me | finale

(images at the end~)

almost 2 months later~

Today was finally Taehyung’s exhibition. Well, the exhibition of self love done by multiple artists, but we’ll just be paying attention to Taehyung’s today. 

The whole group was ready, excited, and so so so so proud of Uncle Taetae! You, especially, couldn’t wait to see how Taehyung painted you. You never got to see the finished product, nor all the other paintings he had done. You were curious to see how they looked, you knew they were going to be great. 

“When can we go inside?” Soojin whined, the entire group was outside the building, the first ones in line actually, waiting to enter the exhibition that was opening in ten minutes. 

“You have to be patient,” Minseok tells his sister, he checks the small watch on his wrist. “We still have to wait a bit.” Soojin pouts, turning around and reaching up, wanting to be carried by her dad.

“Aigoo Soojin-ah,” Jin says, leaning down to pick up his daughter. “Are your legs hurting from standing so long?” Soojin nods, leaning her head onto Jin’s shoulder. He rested his head against hers. “Well we’ll be in soon, just hold on a bit longer.” He says, rubbing her back. 

“Didn’t he paint you too?” Namjoon asked you, he was holding Moonji the same way Seokjin was. You nod.

“Yeah and I didn’t get to see it. So he painted you? Did he show you the end results?” You ask him. Namjoon laughs, shaking his head no. 

“Didn’t show me anything. I know he painted Sarang too, and Yoongi hyung, and himself.” 

“Ah,” you say, “so the single parents.” 

“You have to love yourself first before you love anyone else,” Namjoon tells you. You’re sure he has that in one of the books he previously wrote. “Especially since we have our own kids to take care of and love, we have to make sure we have our own selves taken care of first. Taehyung thought it was perfect for the theme of self love.”

-

“Hey!” Taehyung yells, waving to all of you when you finally were able to go into the building. 

“Daddy!” Youngjae yells, running towards Taehyung. A huge smile spread across Taehyung’s face as he kneels down to catch Youngjae’s hug. 

“Hey buddy!” He says, hugging him tightly, and standing straight whilst carrying him up. 

“Where’s your paintings?” Youngjae asks him. Taehyung turns around and points.

“Down that hallway is my part of the exhibition,” he tells him.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Jungkook says, walking past the two. 

“I can’t wait to see your paintings Uncle Tae!” Huimang says excitedly, pulling her mom’s hand towards the direction of where Taehyung pointed. Everyone seems to just walk past the two, either saying they’re proud of Taehyung, excited to see his work, or giving him pats on his back. 

“Hey,” you say, being the last one left. You put a hand on his arm, standing on your toes to give him a kiss. 

“I’m excited-- well, kinda scared to see your paintings actually,” you laugh. His eyes widened.

“What? Why?” You laugh at his reaction, shaking your head.

“I don’t know, what if you made me look nicer than I actually do,” you say with a small laugh. 

“Trust me babe, no one can capture your beauty on anything,” Taehyung tells you with a little wink. “Now let’s go catch up with everyone.”

-

With Youngjae on Taehyung’s hip, and his other hand holding yours, the three of you enter his part of the exhibition. 

Before your eyes could land on any art pieces hung onto the wall, your heart was melting at the sight of all your nieces and nephews looking at their favorite uncle’s hard work. They were all so smiley, and for little kids, they all looked so proud. Not only them, but their parents as well.

Jimin was carrying Mingyu, pointing to him and explaining the art on the wall. Namjoon was reading the descriptions of the paintings to Moonji. Minseok was holding his two siblings' hands, explaining to the both of them who each of the paintings were. Hana was taking a picture of her dad next to the portrait of him. You’ve seen Yoongi happy plenty of times, but this time, he was glowing a little different. 

“Mommy that’s you!” Huimang yells, running to the other side of the room. 

Jungkook on the other hand had his camera with him, and he captured every little moment that was going on. 

“Let me show you yours,” Taehyung tells you, pulling you to the back of the room. 

-

“Wow,” you say as you see his painting of you. You wondered if this is how everyone sees you, or just how you look in his eyes.

“Do you like it?” Taehyung asks you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, your eyes landing on the small description on the bottom of the canvas.

[ Purple Love

I will trust and love you for a long time

Though life brings heartache and doubt, the power of love can overcome all of life’s hardships. 

Ln Yn. A young, single mother who learned to love herself first in order to give her whole heart to the sweetest boy in the world. Although she needed no one to raise her son with, as she was capable of anything she put her heart to, by loving herself, she was able to love others. Her son, her new friends who are now family, and, possibly, her son’s future father. ]

After you have finished reading the little description, you turn towards Taehyung with slightly shiny eyes. 

“It’s nothing big,” Taehyung says, you furrow your brows together. “But I got you this small ring, and I was hoping one day I can replace it with a better, prettier ring, an engagement ring, and then a wedding ring,” he says nervously, holding up a ring to you. It was a dainty ring with a small, diamond heart in the center. In your favorite color. Purple.

“I know,” he laughs, “it’s kind of fast, but it’s just a promise ring--”

“I love it,” you tell him, putting both of your hands to his. Youngjae was now standing in front of the painting, trying to read the words on the description, sounding it all out. He was in his own little world. 

Taehyung smiles, putting the ring on your finger, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss.

“I swear I’ll get you a better ring,” he laughs, you shake your head.

“I don’t care,” you tell him. “I’ll love it either way.”

-

It’s been an hour or so into the exhibition, everyone was going around and checking out the other works of the other artists. Youngjae was walking around the same area, not wanting to go off with everyone else. 

Your head whips towards him as he lets out a small gasp. 

“Daddy!” He yells, Taehyung turns around as he heard Youngjae calling him, but to both of you’s surprise, it was his other dad. Youngdo. 

“Hey son,” he says, kneeling down and hugging Youngjae. 

“You made it!” Youngjae says happily. 

“Oh-- Youngdo,” you say, walking up to him. Taehyung hesitates whether or not he should come along with you. 

“Hey, how are you?” Youngdo asks, as he stands upright. The two of you have seen each other a few times since your closure, but it was all brief moments like picking up Youngjae or dropping him off at each other’s house. 

“Doing well, how about you? What have you been up to?” You ask politely, at this time you felt Taehyung’s presence next to you. 

“I’m actually seeing someone now,” Youngdo says. “Nothing too serious yet, just on our third date.” He then turns to Taehyung, smiling at him. “Youngjae has been telling me about your exhibition and not to miss it,” he says, extending his hand out to Taehyung. “It looks great.” Taehyung smirks a little, taking his hand and shaking it.

“Thank you.”

-

While Youngjae went around the exhibition with his dad, you and Taehyung stayed at his section. 

“So have you gotten any offers yet?” You asked him as you both stood near the entrance of his exhibition, looking over the people who were looking at Taehyung’s artwork. He looks down at you and nods.

“I got a few numbers, some projects they want me to work on,” he smiles. “I’m excited. This is probably the peak of my career.” 

“Yay! We should celebrate later~” You exclaim, tugging on his arm. He laughs at your cute reaction.

“Okay okay okay,” he laughs, “we will. There’s actually an after party for all the artists and their family and friends. We can do that if you want to?”

“Oh yeah! That’d be fun~ Do we need any babysitters?”

“Actually, I think we should be good. It’s family friendly,” he tells you, looking over at Youngjae who was taking a selfie with his dad by one of the paintings.

“We should invite Youngdo to stay for it too,” he tells you, you looked at him confused, “Youngjae would want both his dads to be with him, don’t you think?”

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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ finale ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

pairings: artist!taehyung x singlemom!reader

a/n: officially the end! i hope you all liked this series, can’t believe we’re already moving on to the last two of the series!!🥺🥺🥺🥺

i know we wanted to also have a part where it’s youngdo and youngjae but i will do that for a drabble (you’ll be able to see that on the drabbles part of the tmbmil masterlist, which is the very bottom)

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[mediicusvitae]

@ikkaku-of-heart​ asked: Pouring Lamy a steaming cup of coffee, Ikkaku shook her head, both amused and a little proud. "Dating an officer of the Revolutionary Army. You rebel. I approve. Sabo's a good guy, and so long as he treats you well I won't shock his nuts off. Well, unless Law orders me to. Then it'll depend on my mood," she teased with a wink.

Taking a sip of her own coffee, her smile turned rueful. Law had been fuming since he'd found out about his baby sister's blonde beau, but really, it could be so much worse. Yet of course the older Trafalgar was protective as hell, especially when he'd nearly lost her again, but the extent he was willing to go was ridiculous. And yet...

"I know I shouldn't feel envious," she said, leaning back in her chair, "but stupid as it is, I kinda am. I'm sure it's annoying as hell, having Law hound your boyfriend and threaten him and shit, but, well, I guess I can't help but wish he did that with me once in a while. I mean, Sabo's no angel, but generally, my taste is way, way worse than yours. And while Law's always been around to deal with the fallout if things with my lovers go south...I don't know. Guess I can't help but want it just because I never had it with my brothers. But logically I know I should count my blessings and be glad he doesn't spend his nights plotting how to kill who I'm sleeping with."

Lamy gave Ikkaku a bright grin in thanks as she handed her the mug with the blue bear on it. Milk, five scoops of sugar, perfectly roasted South Blue beans. Ambrosia for the mortals, warming her hands. The galley was deserted this early in the morning, except for the two women and a hungover Jakouushi snoring somewhere beneath the benches, nursing a bottle to his chest. She lifted the coffee to her lips to blow off the steam, but promptly burnt the tip of her tongue on the hot beverage at her words. “Ow—OW! HOT! Gaaaah!” she yelped, placing the cup down on the table before she fixated Ikkaku with a wide-eyed stare, pointing one of her fingers at her nose. “W-w-we're not d-dating!” she stuttered around her hurting tongue, completely flustered. Not officially, at least. All color drained from her face at the subtle threat to his manhood. “IKKAKU!” Lamy was blushing to the tips of her ears now, her face twitching as she grabbed the edge of the table.

But her crewmate carried on, seemingly unfazed by her nervous reaction. The shock from being put into the limelight slowly died down once it became apparant that she truly didn't mind their relationship, and Lamy listened, slowly coming to the realization that something else was weighing on Ikkaku's heart. Golden eyes watched her as the engineer talked, staring almost wistfully into the distance. Ah, there it was again... the oily green monster that had grown between their respective hearts from the moment her feet had touched down in the midst of a ruined warehouse. Envy.

She felt like it had shrunk ever since the Jailhouse Rock incident, ever since they had laid their hearts bare to one another. Less bite, more manageable. Tamed. Law had smacked some more sense into them both after she had woken up, just to make sure, smothering the barbed wires that had dragged across their hearts in surgical gauze.

Lamy squinted at her from her peripheral vision once she was done talking, running the twinging tip of her tongue along her teeth as she mulled over her answer. They had promised each other to be more truthful about their feelings in that moldy jail cell, and she intended to keep that promise. “I guess the other sea is always a nicer shade of blue,” she began with a sigh, her thumb rubbing over the unmarred skin on the back of her hand.

“I get where you are coming from, but for me, it seems like he doesn't trust me to be able to handle myself,” she admitted quietly. “I just want to be able to make my own decisions. We're the same age, but it feels like he only thinks of you as an adult... It might be due to all those years of our separation, but he trusts you enough to let you choose.” Frustration laced her words. Sure enough, Sabo's vest was as unblemished as an operating room covered floor to ceiling in viscera, but she wasn't exactly the epitome of innocence either. And it wasn't like she had gotten involved with the Revolutionary Army for the wrong reasons. She hadn't forgotten about her priorities, and their goals were the same. They both wanted to watch the World Government, and everything it stood for, burn.

And if the Chief of Staff held her hand and looked at her with that moribund flesh across his face, jagged and charred and crinkling with adoration as they assured each other of the inevitable deaths of their enemies? The enigmatic glints in their eyes an unspoken promise of the storms to come? Well... that was only a plus in her books.

“Sabo is wonderful. He just... lets me be my own person, if that makes sense. He doesn’t care where I came from, whose sister I am. It’s freeing.” Lamy somberly stared down at her reflection in the mug, rubbing her index finger along the coffee stains on the rim. “If I should get my heart broken, I want it to be my own terms, not because our brother decided that he has to threaten every single suitor that comes along with dismemberment.”

[b1ancastar]

Hey hey it’s lap anon again so first of all bi squad assemble! Also here to send in another request because I have nothing else to do *bites lip* anyways could I get Muichiro post regaining memories having someone confess to him

yesyes, and please forgive me for making this depressing. (I had to rewrite this sm times.)

❦Those memories ❦ Muichiro X Reader (TW-Gore

❦

Muichiro found himself awakening in a bed. Sunlight shining in the windows of the room he was in. He didn’t feel the pain his body was in, though when he saw bandages he knew it was bad. Soon the people of the butterfly estate came in and told him to lay back so they could ask questions. 

They kept asking until they hit memory, his memory was blank asides his name and job, and some people. He saw a look of worry and pain went over some of their faces. He didn’t understand why but asked if he could go home. They didn’t agree at first but let him.

❦

He got lost a few times but figured the way home. He found himself passing a garden along the way. He approached a bench and for a second saw someone sitting there, though that person was gone as soon as he blinked. He sighed, did not think much of it and looked at the clouds. Then he heard a voice shout out behind him,

“Muichiro, you’re awake now.”

“Oh yeah I guess.” 

“You were out for a few weeks, nobody knew if you’d wake up.”

“Oh well, I’m going home now, bye.”

He walked off before the person could say anything else.

❦

When he walked into his home he saw a shrine for someone he didn’t know, or so he thought. On it there were two letters and a haori and some other things. He found himself picking up one of the letters, the most worn out one. He felt his eyes follow the neat handwriting,

“Dear Mui, 

I do hope it’s ok I call you that. We just had a mission and I thought this was the best way to thank you for helping me. It truly means a lot that you saved me from the demon and helped me get proper help afterwards. I really hope to repay you one day. Maybe we can watch the clouds and birds in a garden I like to sit at.

Anyways my name is (y/n) I was just informed you have a bad memory. I promise to do my best to maybe help it get better. I heard sometimes items can trigger memories, I’m not to sure though. Maybe one day we can find out. Though if you ever need me you can find me at the garden.

With kindness, (y/n)”

❦

Mui looked up, finding himself at the garden from earlier. He was confused as his body moved on it’s own to the bench. It was like he was waiting for someone. He glanced down and saw the letter still in hand, though it looked nicer, neater.

“Mui! You came! I was worried I’d have to come get you.”

“Oh hello, are you (y/n)? I got this letter and it said I’d find you here.”

“Yep, that’s me, are you doing ok, I know a few herbs that can help ease pain.”

“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt that much anyways.”

“Well, that's good.”

Then a crow was heard flying to them saying the other had a mission.

“Oh my, well it was good officially meeting you Mui! See you around!”

He found himself watching as the figure faded, a feeling forming in his chest. Soon he made his way home. Letter in hand.

❦

Soon Mui found himself shaking off that memory, still not understanding what was going on. Though the letter seemed lighter. Out of the corner of his eye he swore he saw the girl sitting at the table. He walked to the table, it seemed cold. He didn’t plan on eating but felt an urge to, like someone was nagging him to.

❦

The next morning Mui found himself standing at the shrine. The first letter neatly placed back. He knew this person was dead, but why did he have a shrine placed for them. As he reached to pick the letter he saw a crow that wasn’t his at the window. He saw it to be the one from the memory. It had a small rock in its feet. It ignored him and placed it on the shrine. On top of the first letter. 

Soon the crow left, he decided it would be best he didn’t though the commotion seemed to misplace the second letter. He ended up picking it up and started to read it.

“Dearest Mui,

I just wanted to say these few weeks have been amazing to get to know you. You’ve helped me change my perspective on everything. You’ve helped me learn to feel feelings again. That’s something I never thought would happen. I hope you liked the treats I had my crow drop off along with this letter. 

But please meet me by the garden bench today. I have something to ask of you.

With love, (y/n)”

❦

Mui looked up and was back at the garden. Sitting on the bench. The sun was setting clouds in the sky, it seemed like a cheesy romance movie setting. Then he felt two hands grab his shoulders with a laugh.

“Mui! I’m so glad you made it. I really wanted to tell you this for a while.”

“Go on (y/n), I’m listening”

“So I’ve liked you for a while, I like liked you. I don’t know how to say this without being really straight forward but, I love you Mui, romantically, I understand if you don’t feel the same.”

Before he could respond the figure of them was faded out and gone. He was fast forward to a date setting and saw himself gift them a haori, the one at the shrine. As the stood and spun with it.

“Thank you so much Mui! I’ll wear it forever.”

❦

Mui found himself on the floor. The window cracked open letting fresh air in. Just what he needed.  As he stood by the crow had returned, another rock. He watched silently as it put another rock on the letter. It was like the crow knew these memories had returned. He pondered about how he had a lover, yet forgot about them.

It felt like he was having someone hug him. He started to wonder if their spirit was with him, begging for him to remember like they promised he would. Soon he saw some of the pillars come up. He planned on acting like he was asleep so they would leave. Soon he truly feel asleep

❦

It’s been days and he still hadn’t touched the haori. Not wanting it to show a memory. He tried his best to figure out who it was but whenever he asked he’d get a pitiful look. Soon he decided that it was time to go and try fixing it. 

❦

He held the haori in hand, there was tears, rough sewing jobs, and it showed wear. Soon he turned it over and he got dizzy, this wasn’t like the other memories he had returned. It felt like he was under water. He felt himself fall back but before he hit the ground he felt two hands support the back of his head.

❦

Soon he found himself walking next to the person, a small jump in their step, along with holding their hand. Chatting about the demon they were sent to kill. It managed to kill almost every slayer before them. The ones who came back never talked about it so the both of you got sent in. 

❦

Soon the duo reached a village, if you could call it that. Some homes burned down, others in pieces. Then they heard a child crying in the distance, but something seemed off. Mui found himself looking at (y/n)’s face as they tried putting two and two together. It wasn’t adding up. They both decided to near the voice but stay hidden, out of view from it. 

It was good they did, in place of the child was a demon. It seemed to be weaker. They watched as it got frustrated and mumbled to itself, then it mocked another voice, one of the slayers that was never found. Mui looked over to his partner's hiding spot, they knew the voice. They knew that the demon had killed them. As they looked over at Mui they gave a signal to not work together no matter what.

Then out of nowhere the demon attacked the area (y/n) was in. Mui watched horrified as their body flew into a wall, unmoving. He watched as the demon licked their blood, a wicked smile growing onto its face. Then it mocked their voice, trying to lure anyone else out, saying sweet lies that they were ok, and the demon was gone. Mui wanted to go, but his body wouldn’t move. Soon as always in these memories it moved on its own. 

He used his breathing style to confuse the demon, so it couldn’t pinpoint him. Then a mock started to happen,

“What are you doing, the demon isn’t dead yet!”

“We need to work together! Come on!’’

Mui pinpointed the demon and slayed it, the mist barrier falling as the head did. Mui watched as the demon processed it lost. The tear falling that it wasn’t able to win. Then how it looked at Mui caring for his partner. The demon wished hers was like that. She remembered that her partner was nearby. She wanted to warn them but couldn’t because the two were gone and so was she. When she opened her eyes she was united with her true love, saying they’d go to hell if that means they could be together.

❦

Soon Mui found himself helping his partner walk, they managed to break a bone or two in the damage. He never knew of the eyes that watched them stroll past at night. The eyes filled with hatred. Not until it was too late. Not until they were attacked that night four weeks ago.

To his eyes it happened too fast. He found himself stuck, unable to move; it happened in slow motion his own breathing style used to kill the one he loved most. Another pillar came in and took over, he rushed to his lovers side and helped them. He didn’t know how injured he was, he just saw theirs. Soon everything went dark.

❦

Mui awoke back in a bed. He panicked wanting to know everything. The memories are still fresh in his mind. He rushed into the hallway looking for someone. Once he was able to catch up with them he said he needed to talk to someone soon. He was told he needed to go back to sleep but ignored and kept going, he needed answers. He knew he’d find them at home.

Once he opened the door what was there shocked him. The shrine stood, three rocks. One on each item and a final letter.

“Dear Mui,

If you have gotten this it means I have passed on. Please don’t wait for me, don’t hold a grudge. I know I left too soon for us but it’s what fate has planned. Maybe in another life we'll be together again. I promise no matter what I’ll be watching over. Just take care of yourself.

Your lover, (y/n)”

[tinyjeanmarco]

grisha relationship hc’s!

note: hi, this might barely get any reads, but i really love grisha, okay? enter the dilfverse with me. this is set in modern day! it also turned out SUPER long, so please enjoy! ♡

grisha x gn!reader

warnings: none.

you met grisha on a dating site. yes, that’s right, you met him online.

he’s a hot doctor and he seemed like a very sweet man from what you read on his profile, so after matching with him, you began to chat.

you quickly found out that he had two sons, one that was in his twenties, and one that was seventeen. zeke and eren.

he was worried that would be an issue for you, as it was for people in the past. 

you quickly reassured him that you did not mind whatsoever.

when he took you out on dates, they would always be to some really fancy restaurants, because, as a doctor, he could afford it. he just loves treating you when he gets the chance.

he would never let you pay for dinner, he always would insist on being the one to cover the bill.

eventually, you two made it official and started going steady, much to his son eren’s displeasure.

you two had no idea what eren’s deal was with you. sure you were much younger than grisha, but that shouldn’t be a reason for eren to hate you.

you had met zeke a few times before, and he was pretty chill with you, he understood that you and his father really liked each other, so he made an effort to get to know you.

but no one had any idea what eren’s deal was. 

grisha speculated that perhaps it was that he wasn’t ready to move on from his mom after she passed.

you had actually witnessed many occasions where eren would argue with his dad about how he didn’t like you and didn’t think it was a good idea to start dating you.

it hurt your feelings, but you never really said anything because you knew it was hard on eren and you didn’t want to say anything to grisha to drive him and his son farther apart.

eventually, eren accepted the changes, and while he was still unhappy, he conveyed it quietly instead of bursting out angrily.

he would rarely talk to you, and this didn’t change once grisha asked you to move in.

most days where you were at the house, were pretty lonely, even with eren there. grisha would be at work, you would have a day off, and when eren got home from school, he would grab a snack and retreat to his room.

he didn’t say hi to you, just gave you a wave and dismissed your presence.

you decided it would be good to bring up to him one night when you two were settling down for bed. he was livid, wanting to go talk to eren right that moment, but you grabbed him by the arm, keeping him in the bed with you.

you explained how you didn’t want to upset the relationship between the two. grisha was honestly upset about the whole thing and just decided to apologize and hold you extra close that night.

promises he will sit down with eren that weekend and talk to him about it and try to get him to be nicer to you and accept you as his new parental figure, because he wants to spend his future with you.

that saturday, you wake up and eren greets you which is already weird. he tells you his dad is at work, so it’s just you two. you nod and head to make your morning coffee.

eren confronts you and asks if he can talk to you. when you agree, he tells you his issue the whole time. 

he thought his dad was trying to replace his mom with some new partner, he just thought it was too soon, but didn’t realize how selfish he was to everyone else involved.

he never took into account that his dad was ready to be happy again, and that he wouldn’t just forget his last partner.

you hug eren (which you have never done before) and he apologizes again, saying he wants to get to know you since you’ll be a big part of his life.

you decide to take him to the arcade that day, just the two of you, so you could spent quality time together.

grisha gets home before both of you, and is honestly super surprised, but very excited to see you two talking and laughing, getting along when you guys get home as well.

grisha suggests going out to dinner that night as a treat for both of you, and that way you can all three spend time together as a family.

eren readily agrees, and so do you. that night was a blast, filled with lighthearted laughter and full hearts.

enough of the backstory with how you and grisha got together!

grisha was super confident and flirty when you first started dating. he would be pulling out those compliments all the time, making you feel wonderful.

kissing grisha was one of the best pastimes. he was so good at kissing since he had a lot of experience. it comes with age.

he would cradle your face in his hands as he kisses you, being so gentle and making sure you felt loved.

whew, making out with this man? it would be steamy as all heck. he would love to have you perched on his lap when you two make out, his hands on your hips.

he likes to press kisses to your jaw in passing. kinda like a kiss on the cheek, but on the jaw.

this man knows what makes you tick and will do his best to make you weak in the knees.

he loves to have a hand on your waist or hip when you’re together.

he also loves to have a hand on your thigh, too. he especially does it when he’s driving. he’ll reach over and rest his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles in with his thumb.

i think instead of holding hands, he will prefer to have you around his arm. sure, he will still hold your hand, but he enjoys the feel of your hands/arms wrapped around his bicep.

he also loves carrying you or giving you piggyback rides.

he’s really good at cooking, but since he tends to be really busy with work, he doesn’t get around to doing it often.

when he does though? you’re in for a treat.

grisha really loves your cooking though and gets overjoyed when he comes home from work to see you made something for dinner.

ohhh grisha is the type who would be so into family movie nights or family game nights.

movie nights would be on fridays. they also typically included armin and mikasa, eren’s best friends, because they would spend the night.

game nights would be on sunday because grisha wants to invite zeke as well to join them in their game adventures.

grisha’s favorite moments are some of the ones where it’s only you two at the house, because you can both lounge around in your underwear and spend the day cuddling.

it doesn’t happen often with him being a doctor and all along with eren usually being home with friends over.

whenever eren is over at armin’s house or mikasa’s house for the weekend though? saturday mornings are spent making breakfast in very few clothes.

cuddles with grisha are the best, because he’ll just have you tucked under his arm with your arms around his middle.

he loves to press kisses to the top of your head when you’re cuddling as well.

when he’s feeling really stressed, he likes to eat sweet things, so you tend to bake him cookies.

he also likes when you hold him close and run your fingers through his hair when he’s stressed. it relaxes him and helps him fall asleep when he is unable to.

grisha’s favorite position to sleep in is with you snuggled into his side, head on his chest.

grisha definitely is one of those guys who would sleep in the nude. he’s just comfy with his body and sees no importance to put on clothes to just sleep.

if you’re not comfortable with that though, he respects you and will put on clothes. i definitely think it takes a while for him to warm up to that point anyways.

overall, grisha is totally a family man, he loves you so much, and he really loves his family.

he wants you to become part of it and enjoy his children. 

oh my god, i see him as a grill dad. he will so grill for your little family whenever he gets the opportunity to. it’s just so fun for him.

makes dad jokes all the time, they’re pretty awful and make you question why you love him.

when you express that to him, he pouts and pretends to cry until you kiss him.

AHH grisha would love to impromptu slow dance with you in the kitchen or living room when you guys have music playing.

he would have a collection of records and a nice vintage record player, so you guys would almost always have some tunes playing in your house.

eren would walk in on you guys dancing, maybe sharing slow kisses, and he would pretend to throw up before grabbing a can of pop and slipping back into his room. 

teenagers, amirite?

grisha is such a good boyfriend and would be an even better husband! (i will make separate headcanons in the future for being married to him!) grisha will give his entire heart to you, so treat him with much love, please. ♡

[petri808]

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Inukag Royalty AU

“I see that,” the King chuckled, gathering the child into his arms. He looked at Kagome. “And who have you brought Rin?”

While Rin was all happy smiles, Kagome immediately went on edge. Of all the people to see first, the King himself! She was not prepared whatsoever to meet the Inutaisho, but she bit down and hid her rising anxiety, pulling on all those years of putting on a false expression to get through important meetings. All she had to do was get through this encounter. Bring the girl home safely, go through some pleasantries, and be on her way.

“She found me in the market when I got lost. Can we keep her papa?”

Kagome’s heart stopped. ‘Wait what?!’ Did Rin just say what she thought she’d said?!

Again, the male laughed. “Well, we’ll have to see.”

“Papa, she can be my new attendant. Please! She’s so much nicer than the other one.”

“Oh?” The man turned back to Kagome. “Thank you for assisting my granddaughter, miss?”

Thinking quickly. “Kagome Tanaka,” she bowed. “And the pleasure was mine. The Princess was a joy to talk to.”

“Miss Tanaka, are you from around here?”

“I’m from a small village on the outskirts of the kingdom.”

“Her mom and dad are dead like mine, so she needs a new job.” Rin chimed in.

“Is that true?” He questioned.

“Yes. It’s why I came to the city thinking I’d have a better chance to find one. I actually just arrived this morning when I came across the Princess.”

“I see. Then tell me do you have any qualifications to be a Lady in Waiting?”

“I believe so your majesty. My mother schooled me in all the main subjects. Language, arts, history, literature, and such, so I’d hoped to find a tutoring position with a noble family here.”

“How interesting.” The King put Rin down. “For such a coincidence.”

Startled, Kagome bowed low again. “I swear it was never intended your majesty.” She didn’t want the king to think she’d targeted Rin for a nefarious reason. “My only intentions were to make sure she got home safely.”

He waved his hand with a chuckle. “I believe you. Our Rin here is very determined and she must have taken a genuine liking to you. But the decision is up to her father, my son to make.” The King then turned to his granddaughter. “Why don’t I wait here with miss Tanaka, and you go and fetch your father?”

“Okay!” Rin skipped merrily away on her mission. “I’ll be back quick!”

“While we wait, tell me more about yourself miss Tanaka. For starters, it is unusual for a commoner to be educated.”

“Oh… as a young girl my mother was a nanny for a noble house and as her ward was tutored, she herself learned things. She told me she loved learning so much that she took every opportunity she could to read and spent her off times in that family’s library. After marriage and having me, she took it upon herself to make sure I was educated because she wanted me to have a better life.”

“She sounds like a good mother.”

“I miss her dearly and only hope that one day I’ll be as good a mother as she was.”

“Your instincts have already shown through when you saw a lost child and decided to help her.”

Kagome blushed. “Thank you, your majesty for your kind words.”

They chatted for only a couple more minutes by the time Rin came back holding the hand of a tall, very statuesque male. Her father looked a lot like the King except his hair was free flowing and he had a crescent moon on his forehead. Another glaring difference was in demeanor. While the King was very pleasant from the get-go, Rin’s father wore an irritated expression. The child had mentioned that he scared people, and now Kagome could see why.

“That’s her, papa!” Rin pointed at Kagome. “She’s the one I want to be my attendant.”

“Miss Tanaka,” the King gestured, “this is my son Prince Sesshomaru.”

Kagome bowed to the Prince. “It’s nice to meet you, your highness.”

The Prince looked down, fixing Kagome in a stare as he spoke. “My daughter tells me you found her lost in the market?”

“Yes, your royal highness.”

“I’ve spoken with Miss Tanaka, and she appears to have all of the qualifications needed for the position.” The King tells his son. “I would approve, but the decision is yours.”

“Please, daddy!” Rin pulled on her father’s hand. “She’s really, really nice! I really like her!”

The Prince barely showed any reaction to his child’s whims, so it was hard to discern what he was thinking. Kagome just continued to stand there silently and demure as possible while he stared straight at her. It was nerve wracking!

Finally, the man spoke. “Very well. The royal steward will prepare a room for you.” He then gave a slight nod to his father and left the room leaving his child practically bouncing with excitement.

The moment Sesshomaru turned his back, Kagome let out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding in. His intensity was a force all its own and she had no idea how Rin could be so mellow to it. Yet the child was completely oblivious and seemed to have the man wrapped around her fingers. He didn’t even question anything.

The king chuckled. “Rin, why don’t you show Ms. Tanaka around while things are taken care of.”

“Okay papa!” Rin grabbed Kagome’s hand and started pulling her away. “I’ll show you all the cool parts in the palace! Then we can hang out in my room.”

“It was nice to meet you, your majesty.” Kagome tried and failed to bow properly while being yanked away to the chuckling amusement of the King.

They spent much of the afternoon walking around the palace, inside and out with Rin playing the excitable tour guide introducing Kagome to everyone. It was a typical sized palace from what she could see, though the styling is what differed from her own. Several private rooms and guest rooms, administrative type rooms, entertaining rooms, etc. But the one she knew instantly she’d be spending a considerable time in would be the library. Oh, the texts that room held were simply amazing! So many ancient documents dating back hundreds or perhaps thousands of years! It’ll be wonderful to take a book and read it in the lovely garden on a nice sunny day.

As the afternoon sun dipped closer to the horizon, the royal steward found the pair in Rin’s room chatting quietly about a storybook they’d found in the library. Myouga was the older man’s name and he explained to Kagome her duties under the official role of the Lady in Waiting to the Princess. She was the child’s tutor in all areas of education and would accompany the girl any time she left the castle grounds or as needed by the Princess. All of her food, shelter, and personal needs including attire would be furnished by the kingdom along with a small stipend. The same bedchamber maids that attended to Princess Rin’s laundry and cleaning would also take care of hers.

“The former attendants room has been prepared for you Miss. Tanaka. It is the next room over. Your clothes for dinner has already been laid out on your vanity by the bedchamber maid. I trust we chose the correct size for you. Tomorrow, I shall have one of the royal guards take you to the royal seamstress to set you up properly.”

“Thank you, Mr. Myouga. I understand. I just have one question. Before meeting Rin in the marketplace, I’d boarded my horse and meager belongings at the Umagoya. I’d like to retrieve them. My horse is very precious to me.”

“Certainly. See the palace stable hand and he’ll accompany you to retrieve your horse to take it back to the stables.”

Once the man left them alone, they followed his instructions of taking the stable hand into town with them to hand off the horse. It would have been nice if she could spend more time with the stead to get him adjusted, but they needed to get ready for dinner. So, Kagome promised Rin they’d visit Buyo in the stables the next day. When they arrived back at their rooms, two bedchamber maids were waiting, one for each other them.

Kagome patted the hand she held of Rin’s. “I’ll fetch you once I’ve changed, okay?”

“Yup!” Rin hugged Kagome before skipping towards her room.

The white dress with red, orange, and pink accents presented to Kagome was a bit more extravagant than she’d expected to be given to a simple attendant. It was elegant and form fitting from the bust down to the floor, with a slit running down the side of the skirt from mid-thigh to allow for easier movement. The top half was full sleeved, mid-collared, with knotted button closures running down the front until it reached mid-chest. She’d noticed this outfit resembled the same style worn by other nobles and royals in the palace, but not the commoners who wore much simpler outfits. And while not mentioned yet, the colors were also a theme associated with the royal family. It was very different from what people wore back home in her kingdom, but the style was beautiful to Kagome. Aside from the dress, the bedchamber also re-did her hair, adding accessories befitting the dress as well as makeup. Kagome was glad to see it was done with a natural tone and not too gaudy. She never did like being made up to look like a doll. It was a bit odd to her that she’d be dining with the royal family, but again she assumed it was because of Rin’s age and excitable nature. The child was young and having her attendant present necessary so the adults could go about their business. It was nice though, that they included the child. Kagome chuckled inwardly as she thought about the two royal members she’d met so far. The Prince did not seem to even care about a child being around yet must have a heart to have adopted Rin in the first place.

The bedchamber provided information on other dynamics of the royal household so that she wouldn’t ask the wrong questions. According to the woman, the Inutaisho had two queens. The primary Queen was Prince Sesshomaru’s mother through an arranged marriage. It was a loveless marriage, so once she’d fulfilled her obligation of providing a son, she was allowed to live away in her own royal villa in the countryside. It was a few years later when the Inutaisho met a human Princess in another kingdom, fell in love, and took her as a second Queen. She too bore a son, half yokai, half human named Prince Inuyasha. Prince Sesshomaru was married but he and Princess Kagura had yet to produce an offspring of their own. Rin, again according to the woman was an orphaned daughter of a highly respected human general in the army who despite his ornery disposition really gravitated to the Prince. That affection grew on the Prince until he’d decided to simply adopt the child as his own. It was a really nice story and showed maybe first impressions are not always accurate.

“Good evening Ms. Tanaka,” Inutaisho welcomed Kagome as she sat beside Rin at the large dining table. “I trust your accommodations are amenable?”

“Very much so, your majesty. Thank you very much. Your palace is very beautiful.”

The king chuckled. “Is there any room in the palace you liked the most?”

“The library,” Kagome responded. “All the old texts are quite amazing to see gathered in one place.”

“Ah yes.” He smiled. “There is much history held in that room.”

Prince Sesshomaru and his wife Princess Kagura arrived shortly, and Rin introduced Kagome to her mother. Kagura was just as statuesque as her husband, a poised beauty befitting a future Queen. Servants puttered about setting out appetizers before the first course coming in a few minutes. So, in the meantime, Kagome and Kagura chatted about Rin’s schedule. The woman was happy to see her adopted daughter so happy because the child never got along with the last attendant, regardless of how highly recommended the woman had been.

“Ah!” The King suddenly stood up. “There’s my Queen.”

Kagome stopped talking to look at who the man was talking about and saw another gorgeous woman walking towards him. The Queen was definitely human, with long raven hair pinned back away from her face, and flowing dress of the royal color schemes. They were adorable to Kagome, how the Inutaisho greeted her and helped her into her chair. Royals were often assumed to be haughty, proud, and snobbish but it could be quite the contrary as evident in the Inutaisho’s caring nature. Kagome was certain that, if necessary, the man could be a very imposing figure indeed, but with loved ones no different than any other, human or yokai.

The King introduced Kagome to his wife. “This is Queen Izayoi.”

Kagome stood up and bowed. “I’m pleased to meet you, your majesty.”

“I’m pleased to meet you too, Ms. Tanaka, I’ve heard a lot about you from my husband. Thank you for taking care of my granddaughter.”

“You’re too kind,” Kagome bowed again.

“I’m certain you— Oh,” the Queen cut short and focused he’d gaze past Kagome. “You made it, my son.”

‘Son?’ Kagome turned to see who the Queen was talking about. ‘Oh… wow…’

“Inuyasha, come meet your niece’s new Lady in Waiting, Ms. Tanaka.”

[thesetrashimagines]

My Hero

(I was listening to Sophia by Clario and I-)

Kiyoko x female!reader

You watched your drink fall to the bottom of the vending machine. You bent over and reached in to grab it.

"Is that the last one?" You turned to the voice, "Huh?" He looked familiar, "I asked if that was the last one." You looked down to the milk drink in your hand. "Oh yeah it is."

"How much?" Your eyes widened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money, "You can have it if you want. I can get something else." He walked around you and stood in front of the vending machine, "what do you want?" You waves your hands around, "I can buy-"

"KAGEYAMA!" You both flinched and looked behind you to see a boy with orange hair running towards you. "What do you want?" The shorter boy took a moment to compose himself, "We have to get to practice." You noticed the logo on the boys’ white shirt.

"Oh that's why you look so familiar." The duo looked over to you, "Uh-sorry, you guys are on the volleyball team right?"

"Yep! I'm Hinata Shoyo." He beamed at you. "I'm Kageyama." You smiled at them, "I'm L/n Y/n. I've been meaning to watch some of your games, I've been kinda busy, but!" You stood up straighter which caused the duo to jump a little, "I promised Kiyoko I would come see atleast one of your games." Hinata laughed, "Well we can't wait to see you at one of our games L/n!" Kageyama placed some money in your hand, "For the milk." He cracked open the carton and began to walk away with the ginger racing after him.

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You sipped at your juice as you walked up to the gym. The doors were left open which allowed you a peak in on the volleyball practice. You stuck your head threw the threshold and scanned the area. A smile broke out on your face when you noticed her. Toeing off your outdoor shoes you snuck up behind her.

“So this is what you do everyday after school.” Kiyoko yelped and turned to face you, “Don’t scare me like that.” She gave you a angry pout. You doubled over and held onto your stomach as you laughed, “Your face! You should see your face!” She crossed her arms across her chest and you took a quick glance down at her- “You’re not funny.” Your eyes went back up and met her annoyed gaze.

“Oh come on I know you love my surprises,” Then you gave her your best puppy eyes and stuck out your bottom lip, “Unless you didn’t want to see me...” She uncrossed her arms, “Of course I wanted to you but I don’t like you scaring me.” You pulled the juicebox away from your mouth and held out to her, “Consider this my apology.” She reached out for the drink, “Pineapple?” You smiled, “Yeah, what else?” She put the straw in her mouth. You looked around the gym and saw a few members of the team watching you. “I guess I should also apologize for coming in here when your busy but I just finished with my own practice and I wanted to see you.”

Her eyes landed on the sports bag slung over your shoulder, “It’s okay we’re on a small break right now.” Then she looked you over from head to toe, “You’re still in your shorts.” You laughed, “Wow look at you checking me out so openly.” Her cheeks tinted pink and she look away, “I was just saying-” You leaned in closer and whispered, “It’s okay, I know what uniform does to you babes.” She went to say something to you when you both got interrupted.

“L/n? What are you doing here?” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you said you wanted to see us play but we’re way better to watch playing a game than practice.” You both turned to the ginger as he came to stand next to Kiyoko, “Hi Hinata, I just came to see Kiyoko.” He looked between the two of you, “You know I never asked how you knew Shimizu.” You glanced at Kiyoko, “Well um...you see” In a small panic you grabbed her arm and began to pull her outside, “Actually I need to borrow her for a sec.” You laughed nervously and left the gym.

When you both got outside you let her go and faced away from her, “What’s wrong N/n?”

“So they don’t know?” She came around and stood in front of you, “No. Well, Daichi, Suga, and Asahi know I’m in a relationship with someone but they don’t know with who.” You nodded, “Oh okay.” Her eyes widened slightly at your saddened tone, she placed her hands on your shoulders. “If you want me to tell them I can.” You grabbed her hands off your shoulders and brought them to your lips where placed kisses on the backs of them. “It’s fine Kiyoko. I don’t mind, really.” You let go of her hands and looked down, “I shouldn’t have dragged you out here like that though, I’m sorry I panicked.”

Her fingers went under your jaw and tilter your head up, she gave you a small smile, “You’ve apologized a lot today.” She let out a light giggle, “It’s okay, I panicked a little too.” Her hand moved to cup your cheek, “You’re okay though, right?”

“Yep! Totally fine, not worried at all......okay maybe a little, do you see the way Tanaka and Nishinoya look at you?” Her sweet giggle filled the air once again which caused you to smile, “How about I walk you home after practice?” She looked a little surprised, “That’s a long time to wait.” It was your turn to cup her cheeks, “But I’m willing to wait for you.” Her cheek turned pink again, “That was super cheesy of me to say but you look so cute when you blush.” Her cheeks went redder, “Look you’re blushing even more!” She tried to turn her head away from you but your hands kept her face still. “Stop it!” You giggled and pulled her in for a peck on the lips. “Let’s go back in there before those boys come out here and steal you from me for real.” Her hands grabbed your forearms as she smiled and nodded

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Over the next few weeks you sat in on almost all of Karasunos volleyball practices. You’d show up in the middle of their break with some kind of drink or snack and you would share it with Kiyoko. You had become somewhat close with the team, they always thought you were such a nice friend to wait for Kiyoko to finish practice so you could walk her home.

Yours and Kiyoko relationship wasn’t very public, and that wasn’t a problem for you guys. The third year boys knew Kiyoko was in a relationship but they never dug deeper than that and the rest of the volleyball team didn’t think to ask. It wasn’t a bad thing, you trusted them. They treated your girlfriend with respect and protected her at all costs when you weren’t there. The obvious ogling from Tanaka and Nishinoya didn’t even bother you because let’s be honest here, you were no better. Kiyoko is always slapping her hand over your eyes when you stare at her for too long, claiming ‘you’re making it hard for me to think’ but who can blame you? She was a literal angel, appearance wise and personality. This girl could make you melt into a puddle.

You both weren’t into to a lot of PDA either. Yeah you held hands sometimes but you wouldn’t go any further than that. It was just how you guys were, at first glance no one would suspect you two to be dating. You told yourself it wasn’t a problem, until now.

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You had texted Kiyoko saying you’d meet her at the arena. Today was the day you were finally able to watch her team in action. You waited inside the crowed lobby, dressed a little nicer than usual. You looked over outfit again for the hundredth time today, contemplating if you should’ve worn it to a volleyball game.

‘It’s just a volleyball game but I want to look nice for her.’

The voices you’ve become familiar with caught your attention. You looked over to see Karasunos volleyball team walk in from the front doors, with a small smile you began to make your way over to them. Tanaka and Hinata yelled out to you, “Y/N!” You saw Kiyoko turn her head to where you were. “Hey guys! Hi Kiyoko!” You joined their group and followed them further into the building.

“So this is your first game?” You looked up at Asahi and nodded, “Yep, I tried to come to your other ones but I’m usually busy with (insert your fav sport).” Him and Suga started asking you about the sport.

“Excuse me I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Hinata turned and left the group.

It had been a few minutes before you realized Kiyoko was nowhere to be seen, “Did you guys see where Kiyoko went?” Daichi looked around, “She had to go give the official some papers, maybe she stopped for drink?” You nodded, “I’m gonna go look for her, if she comes back just tell her to text me.” Daichi smiled, “Alright.” You then ventured out to go look for Kiyoko.

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“Come on cutie just give me your number.” Hinata watched from a far as Kiyoko was swarmed by some volleyball players. “Oh no,” He looked around frantically, “Tanaka and Nishinoya aren’t here to protect her!”

You saw Hinata turn his head around wildly, “Hey Hinata, what’s up?” His scared expression met your eyes, “Kiyoko is surrounded and Tanaka and Nishinoya aren’t here.” You followed the finger he had pointed towards the group, “Are you serious...” Hinata looked back at you and saw the killer look in your eyes, he jumped back a little. “I’ll be right back.” He was speechless as the waves of anger flowed off of you as you marched over to Kiyoko.

“I need to get back to my team.” You heard Kiyoko try to reason with the boy in front of her, “I’m not letting you go until you give me your number.”

“Hey.” You patted the taller boy on the shoulder, “She said she needs to go back to her team.” He laughed at you, “Oh look one of your cute friends came.” Your hand clenched into a fist at your side. “Let her go.” He rose a brow at your harsh tone, “Or what?” You blew air through your nose, “Look pal I don’t appreciate you harassing my girlfriend. So, before we have a serious problem, leave her alone.” The boy turned to fully face you now, “Girlfriend? I don’t believe you.”

You glared at him, “What do you want me to do? Kiss her?” His head shot back in laughter, “Yes, actually that’d be great.” You rolled your eyes and shoved him with your shoulder, “We’re leaving, come on.” You reached into the circle of boys and wrapped your arm around Kiyoko’s. “I thought I said you’re not leaving till I get your number.” His hand reached forward and grabbed the arm you weren’t holding then he bent at the waist to be at eye level with Kiyoko.

“Hey!” You let go of Kiyoko’s arm and grabbed the front of the guys shirt, “Don’t put your hands on my girlfriend!” You pulled him closer as you brought your other arm back with a closed fist, his eyes widened, “Let her go right now or I swear you’ll regret it.” 

He let go and brought his arms up in surrender, “Alright, alright. I’m sorry okay?” You shoved him back and watched as he stumbled. “Come on Kiy.” You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close as you navigated through the crowded area.

People now had their eyes on you and your girlfriend after they heard you yelling. “I’m sorry I freaked out back there.” Kiyoko had one hand grabbing at the front of your shirt. “No don’t apologize.” She looked at the side of your face which still held its hardened expression. “I should be saying thank you.” You slowed down your steps and looked into her eyes, “You don’t have to say anything Kiy, he shouldn’t be praying on people like that, it’s disgusting.” You looked back to where the boys had stood earlier and saw that they were helping their friend up and were watching you intensely.

A gentle hand landed on your cheek and pulled your face in the other direction. “You’re my hero you know.” Her steel blues eyes looked at you in adoration, “It wasn’t that big of a deal really.” You rubbed the back of your neck and looked away in embarrassment. She giggled then leaned into your ear, “Every hero gets rewarded with a kiss right?” Your eyes shot open when she pulled away and met your eyes. “Wha-Right now? But we’re-” Her eyebrows pinched together, “You don’t want one?” You sputtered a little more, “No! Wait, yes! Yes I want one, I always want to kiss you but we’re in public and I don’t know if-”

“Hmph!”

Her hands encompassed your face again and pulled you towards her face. Her soft lips landed on yours, you stared at her closed eyes before your own fluttered shut. Your hands went to their usual place on her waist. She moved her mouth on yours and moved her hand to the back of your neck where she pulled you in a little closer; your own hand migrated from her waist to her back. “I meant it when I said thank you.” She pulled back and smiled at you, “That, um, wow.” She laughed at your current state, “You know you’re cute when you’re flustered.” You groaned and dropped your head to her shoulder, “Shut up.” She kept on laughing as she brought her hands over your shoulders and down your back. “I’m not used to kissing in public stop bullying me.” She laughed even louder now. You whined, “Kiyokoooooo.”

Pulling back you went to look at her when something over her shoulder caught your attention, “Uh oh.”

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When Hinata saw the taller boy grab onto Kiyoko he left to go get the rest of the team. On their way back they had heard you call Kiyoko your girlfriend which caused them (Tanaka and Nishinoya) to pause momentarily. Then they watched as you almost threw the taller male to the floor. “Come on Kiy.” You pulled her close and walked on.

“So that’s who she’s dating.” Suga smiled, “I mean it makes sense, Y/n’s been to every practice just to walk her home.”

They heard sniffling, “Nishinoya...” Another sniffle, “Yeah Tanaka?” Tanaka wiped at his eyes, “Kiyoko has a cute strong girlfriend.” Nishinoya hugged the boy, “I know bro.”

“Knock it off you two.” Daichi gave them a stern warning, “Wow,” He looked to Suga, “What?” The grey haired boy lifted a single finger and pointed, “They’re kissing.”

“WHAAAAAAA-”

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“What is it?” Kiyoko looked over her shoulder to see the team, “I think they saw.” She smiled back at you and grabbed your hand, “I don’t mind.” As she took the first step forward you froze in place. “What’s wrong?” Your head tilted down to the floor, “What if they react badly? You remember what happened last time?” Kiyoko squeezed your hand gently, “They won’t do that, I promise.” You allowed her to pull you along.

“Kiyoko! Y/n! Are you guys alright?” Hinata ran to meet you guys, “We’re okay, thank you Hinata.” When you didn’t respond Kiyoko tugged hard on your hand, “Ow! That hurt!” She gave you a closed eyed smile, you knew what that meant. “Don’t you have something to say Y/n?” Noticing her underlining tone, you bowed, “Thank you for everything Hinata.” You lifted your head and looked at the group behind him, “and everyone else for coming to check up on us.”

Hinata waved his hands around, “You were so cool Y/n! You were like ‘Hey! don’t touch my girlfriend!’ That was awesome! He was so scared!” You covered your face with hand, “I was just trying to get to him to screw off.” You grew irritated again, “The nerve some people have, I could’ve knocked him the f-.” Noticing your tensed stature, Kiyoko rubbed your back affectionately. “It’s okay now. I’m okay.” Your eyes traced over her features, “Yeah as long as you’re okay.” Her cheeks tinged pink, “Haha! Got you again!” You smiled wide and poked her cheek.

“So let me get this straight, you’re dating Kiyoko?” Your smile dropped as you looked back to the group of boys in surprise, “I, um, yeah?” Hinata turned to face his team, “You guys didn’t know?” Everybody looked at him in shock, “What? Kiyoko always comes to practice wearing Y/n’s club sweater.” You gasped at your girlfriend, “You thief! You lied to me, you said you didn’t know where my sweater was.” Your girlfriend pushed some of her hair behind her ear, “It’s my only one.” You sighed and took off the jacket you were currently wearing, “You could always ask me for more babes.” Your wrapped the clothing item around her. “But you need it.” You held a hand up, “I need it later, not right now.” She pushed her arms through the sleeves, “Thank you.”

The volleyball team watched the scene and tried their hardest not to freak out. ‘So cute!’

An announcement came over the intercom, “Looks like it time for you guys to kick some serious ass.” The Karasuno boys laughed and agreed, “Let’s go win everybody!” You all cheered at Daichi’s words.

The team saw you and Kiyoko walk out in front of them. “I forgot to tell you that you look really nice today.” You turned your head to look at her, “Thank you Kiy, you look as gorgeous as ever.” She intertwined your fingers with one hand and hugged your arm. “You’re staring again.”

“Am I? It’s almost like I have this ray of beauty clinging to my side.” You looked off to the side with a dramatic sigh, it caused Kiyoko to giggle and press a kiss to your cheek.

“Tanaka?”

“Yeah?”

The two boys grabbed onto each other with tearful eyes, “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

Walking up behind them, Daichi grabbed onto the backs of their shirts and carried them forward. “Stop staring at them!”

AN: That was a lot longer than originally planned but I couldn’t stop myself. And yes before you ask, Tanaka and Nishinoya are the BIGGEST Kiyoko x Y/n shippers out there, the love and support they have- These boys be SCREAMING about their otp and that’s IT.

anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading <3