#like I genuinely wanna move in and raise an animal family together

[sapphic-swiftie13]

Mending your broken heart & driving to the coast

This is part 2 of, "Telling pretty lies"

Parking outside of Scarlett's new house was weird. It was a big house. A big enough house to raise a family in, and that is what she did.

She was living there happily with Colin and their baby.

You hadn't really talked to Scarlett since the divorce, even though there was no bad blood between the two of you.

There was no fighting or bickering. Just simply the two of you dividing everything equally.

The media speculated like crazy, but you and Scarlett kept everything away from the public eye and announced that you had separated and were still friends.

To say that you were friends might not have been the best choice. Because after the divorce, you stopped talking, but that was mostly your fault. You told her you needed space to move on, so she kept her distance as you had asked her to.

After you hadn't been spotted together for several months, the media started prying again. Paparazzi following you a lot of the time. But now you didn't really care anymore, all that had meaning in this moment was the present you had in hand, and the woman beside you in the passenger seat.

"Do you wanna come with?" you asked with a smile.

"Are you sure? Isn't that a bit weird... since-" she tried to speak but you cut her off.

"It'll be fine!" you reassured her.

Soon enough you both stepped out of your car and walked over to the front door.

Knocking on the door, you felt yourself getting nervous.

"Hey..." Scarlett said, opening the door, Colin walking up and standing beside her.

She looked quite surprised, but Colin didn't really understand what was going on.

"I bought your little baby boy some clothes, a blanket, and a stuffed animal... I think it's a dog... I'm not really sure... it was cute," you said, giving her the present.

Without thinking she gave it to Colin and pulled you in for a big hug. Both Colin and your own girlfriend looked at the two of you awkwardly.

"Thank you..." she said, stroking your back.

Her warm embrace felt safe, soft, warm, and familiar. But it wasn't something you craved anymore.

Because beside you, stood Florence. The woman that you had fallen head over heels for. You didn't know what it was about her. It could be her piercing eyes, or plumped lips, her raspy voice, how talented she was at her job, or the food she cooked. Everything about her was a dream come true.

She never hid anything from you, and if she had an issue with something then she'd tell you. When you fought, she'd never leave it unresolved. Not once had you gone to bed angry. She was so persistent on making you happy that all you wanted to do in return was to please her and make her feel as happy as you were when she was around you.

It was safe to say that she had mended your broken heart. She had picked up all the pieces, and put them back together, like you were something delicate.

You'll never forget when she had asked, "is it insensitive of me to say, get your shit together so I can love you?"

It just opened your eyes to what was right in front of you when the divorce got the best of you. Since then, you never stopped thinking about her, and what the future held for the two of you. You never looked back, and let yourself fall for her, even though you were extremely scared of getting hurt again.

You pulled away from Scarlett and wrapped an arm around Florence, "this is Florence... my girlfriend, but you already know each other..." you said, looking at your ex-wife, and her boyfriend.

Scarlett's eyes darted between the two of you. "I'm happy for the two of you!" she said with a genuine smile.

Florence grinned, a raspy chuckle escaping her lips.

"Well, I think we should get going..." your girlfriend said, trying to get out of the awkward situation, probably wishing she had stayed in the car.

"It was great seeing you!" Scarlett beamed, and then you walked away, waving back at her, until she closed the door.

"Can I drive?" Florence asked, and you gave her the keys in an instant.

"That hug lasted a long time..." Florence stated, opening the door, getting into the car.

"What?" you asked as you entered the passenger seat.

"She was all over you..." she answered, placing a hand at your thigh.

"It was just a hug," you said, looking down at her hand.

"You sure that's all it was?" Florence asked as her hand crept closer.

This was not what you had in mind when giving Scarlett's child a present.

Your breath hitched as Florence lifted your skirt, giving her access.

Slowly she started stimulating you over your underwear.

It was so wrong.

You shouldn't let this happen, and you knew it.

But you wanted her too much.

You looked out the window, checking that no one was around, and that your ex-wife was in her home.

Florence leaned over, attacking your neck with kisses.

"This has to go..." she muttered out, pulling your underwear down.

In your mind you knew you should stop this. But you just couldn't. Your new lover was bold, and most importantly irresistible.

You pulled her in for a heated kiss, biting her bottom lip as she pulled away. Her hand found your core and soft whimpers left your mouth as she pleasured you.

Florence only added more pressure, stroking your clit and chuckling every time your legs twitched. You were basically in public. All that was between you and the world was the tinted windows.

As your moans got louder, and your hand gripped at the door, your legs started to tremble. "Fuck, Flo, this is so wrong..." you said in between heavy breaths, knowing your release wasn't far away.

"So wrong... but it feels amazing, doesn't it?" she asked mockingly, as two of her fingers slipped inside of you, making you gasp. Her thumb kept grazing your clit, making you arch your back.

You were a moaning mess, as she thrusted her fingers deeper. You were so lost in the feeling of her loving touch that you nearly jumped from fright when someone tapped on your window.

It seemed like it only made Florence's ego grow, her confidence was through the roof, and she started to roll the window down. Your hand instantly went to your mouth, muffling your moans.

"Are you having car problems? Since you're still parked here..." a familiar voice spoke out over you, peeking inside, only able to see Florence.

"No," Florence said, her raspy voice chuckling. Then Scarlett's gaze fell on you. She instantly saw where your girlfriend had her hand.

"Oh god... now this is something I wasn't prepared for..."

Florence added another finger, filling you up, pushing you over the edge. Even though you tried to silence yourself with your hand, you miserably failed, as a throaty scream escaped your lips. Your cheeks were flushed red out of embarrassment.

"I'm just... gonna go... and pretend I never witnessed this."

Florence laughed louder than she had done in weeks, while she rode out your orgasm.

"Oh fuck..." you panted.

"You need to drive; I cannot be here any longer. Drive!" you said, laughing nervously, pulling your underwear up again.

"Okay, okay!" Florence said and started driving, her hand resting on your thigh.

"Do you want to stop at a gas station? Get something to drink?" she asked, wanting to keep you hydrated.

"No... just... keep driving."

She kept driving until you told her to take a right, and she did, without questioning you at all. Soon enough the ocean became clear in the distance.

"The ocean..." she mumbled, a little confused to why you had made her drive here.

"You wanna swim?" she went on, and a small chuckle left her lips.

"No..." you answered truthfully.

She stopped the car, and you went to the backseat and grabbed the blanket that you always kept there, just in case.

You took ahold of Florence's hand and then you found a nice spot together.

Laying the blanket on the ground, she quickly sat down at looked out at the sea.

"It's pretty..." she said, looking out at how the sky and sea nearly blended in together.

"Not prettier than you..." you said cheekily, earning a nudge on your shoulder.

"Did you know that this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time?" you asked her, blushing.

"To sit and stare at the ocean?" she asked, not entirely understanding what you meant.

"No..." you laughed.

Gently pulling her in for a kiss she then got the message. Your hands slipped under her top to rest at her sides, carefully pushing her down on her back, getting a view of the waves meeting the shore behind her.

"I noticed how you've clenched your thighs together ever since we drove off," you said with a smirk.

Not wasting any time, you undressed her, placing her clothes under her head like a pillow for comfort.

The cold ocean breeze took her by storm, and you only laughed at how her nipples hardened as the wind hit her skin.

"So pretty for me..." you whispered looking down at her naked body, even though no one was around to witness this happening.

She took ahold of your hand and pulled it between her thighs in a desperate manner.

You teased her, slow strokes on her clit as she shuddered in anticipation.

"Don't be a tease..." she croaked out, pulling you towards her. Your lips found her neck and left a trail of kisses down to her collarbone.

She tried closing her legs to get friction, but you stopped your movements altogether.

"I didn't say you could do that..." you said disappointed and took the fingers you had used to stimulate her and put them in your mouth, using your spit to lubricate them.

She moaned at the sight, squirming slightly.

"Please just... fuck me," she said and gripped your arm.

"Well... since you asked so nicely..." you answered with a smirk, and stimulated her again, watching how her breath got uneven. She was so pretty like this, biting her lip, looking up at you.

You easily slid two fingers inside her, pushing them in until your knuckles were against her entrance.

Her mouth fell open, and you took the opportunity to kiss her deeply, your tongue met hers in a fight for dominance. She lost that battle the second she moaned into your mouth as you pumped your fingers inside of her, your thumb occasionally grazing her clit in the process.

You then pulled away from her lips, only to latch onto one of her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipple with your tongue, while you fondled the other one with your free hand.

She softly whimpered because of the pleasure that she was currently feeling.

Her legs trembled, and you knew she was getting closer by each stroke and thrust.

You pulled away from her chest and removed your hand from her breast only to grip around her throat, squeezing quite harshly, as you kept thrusting your fingers inside her. It was a great sight, to choke her with a sea view.

All that could be heard was her throaty moans and the waves that met the shore. Florence looked so beautiful; eyes closed shut as the immense pleasure took over her body. Legs shaking, her back arched, one hand fondling her breast as her other hand gripped the blanket she was laying on until her knuckles went white.

You pumped aggressively into her cunt, until you could feel her clench around your fingers. Then one of her hands softly gripped your arm that was around her throat, signalizing to you that she needed air, and you gently released some of the pressure.

She moaned loudly, and tried to catch her breath, while you rode out her orgasm.

"Wait... was that like really loud?" she asked when she had gotten down from her high.

"Yeah, I think those old people over there, having a picnic could hear you..." you lied, pointing at the empty spot to her right.

"What?!" she practically yelled, and sat up fast, covering her chest as she slightly turned to look.

"Oh, you're such a dickhead..." she said when she had realized you tricked her.

"The look on your face was so worth it!"

She only hit your arm in a playful manner and started to put her clothes back on.

"Do you want to stay here... for a little while and watch the sunset?" she asked when she was fully dressed, sitting beside you, leaning into you.

"Yeah... that would be great!" you answered, wrapping your arm around her waist, pulling her as close to you as possible.

She took your free hand in hers and softly squeezed, staring out at the midnight sea, and said, "you know I love you, right?"

"I know... you remind me every day, Florence..." you said, kissing her temple.

"I hope you know I love you too... more than anything." 

[groundramon]

Me, a person with two QPPs: *doesn't understand QP relationships*

[bonny-kookoo]

Make Me | 🔞 | JJK x Reader

Pairing:Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Romance, Lowkey kinda crack, Smut, slight angst

Wordcount: 3.4k (its pretty short since I plan on giving you guys random smut-shots for this, so a lot of the scenes didn't make it into this one.)

Tags/warnings: Playful teasing, swearing, name calling, slight hair pulling, smut, usage of toys (remote controlled), slight angst, they be fighting a lil, it's a pretty low-carb meal really, very lightweight, okay I don't think there's anything else to say

Summary: Jungkook and you; a couple that's not only connected under the name of lovers- but best friends and enemies as well.

  Jungkook is absolutely in love with you.

That may be hard to believe, considering the two of you currently fighting on the couch over the last bite of your burger. You're not play-fighting like cutesy couples either, no; you're both acting as if starvation was the only alternative.

Its really not; there's plenty other takeout still on the table.

"I paid for this shit you ungrateful bitch!" He laughs out as you stuff the bite into your mouth, hands high in triumph. "I can't believe you sometimes." He mumbles, watching you chew and swallow before he attacks again. He's careful with you, although it might not seem that way. Jungkook wouldn't dare to injure you in any way, always getting apologetic every time he accidentally bruises your skin. He pins your arms on the couch, predatory eyes staring at you as you raise your eyebrows.

"What'cha gonna do about it?" You challenge, and he groans out as he lets you go.

"Fuck you!" He says, and you laugh out loud. "Don't make me fucking pop a boner- I don't wanna eat cold french fries!" He whines while reaching for said food item, and you shrug as you reach for the pack of chicken nuggets, opening a tiny tub of sauce. "I can't believe you." He chuckles, unable to hold up his facade of being upset about all of it.

He really isn't.

Everyone of his friends thinks its weird- the relationship you two had. He himself however always felt like he had won the jackpot with you; he had a hot girlfriend he didn't have to change anything for. There was no need to be all romantic and cheesy and make himself into someone he wasn't. Being gentle was no requirement with you; you were his absolute best friend, and also lover at the same time.

He had it all with you.

Hard to believe, but Jungkook had been very realistic about it with you. Of course it had been exciting when you two had hooked up for the first time- but the more he got to know you, the more he fell in love with your honest nature and loving personality. You were passionate about your art, never let someone talk down on you, always spoke your mind. You were a challenge, a tiger waiting to be tamed, and Jungkook was as ready as he had ever been to try and do just that. Because right now you were young, you were wild, and one day, you'll have lived all of your dreams. Somewhere deep down, he already imagines it. Sometimes. The way he'll buy a house for you two, how he'll marry you and knock you up to make his family complete.

But for now, you were simply two young lovers in the moment.

Theres a drop of sauce on the top of your breast, and you don't even notice the way Jungkook stares as you wipe it off with your finger, licking it clean like second nature. He's furrowing his brows as he throws his head back, pure agony in his voice as he growls out. "God what is it now?" You playfully complain, last bite of your food gone in your mouth as you look at him with amusement. "Don't tell me you're still hard." You say.

"Fuck off, it's your fault!" He laughs out, unable to quite conceal how funny the entire situation seems to him as well. "Can't you sit on my dick while I finish my food?" He whines, pouting expression thrown your way as you give him a look that says more than you could with words. "Okay yeah saying that out loud makes it sound weird." He mumbles, speeding up his speed as he finishes his food. He swallows after a moment, leaning back on the couch as he gives himself a moment to settle. Maybe he'll come down on his own.

But then again, as he looks at you, he has to remember what his mother always told him.

'don't let the food get cold'

And its your laughter in his ears that makes him smile as he crawls over you, pulling your shirt over your head as he decides no; he doesn't want to wait.

"Jungkookie, LOOK!" You exclaim as he walks inside your studio, watching as you were petting a massive dog. Maybe a great dane? Mastiff? It didn't matter at all- because you were so happy his attention wasn't on the animal next to you at all. "He's so cute, aren't you?" You say, squishing the dogs head a little. Jungkook laughs.

"Please don't tell me you want a dog now." He says, and you look at him with large eyes. "No, please, we can barely take care of ourselves right now!" He laughs. "Bring it up again when you can walk stairs without stumbling." He teases, and you stare daggers at him.

"At least I'm not scared of the fucking microwave." You mumble, as you stand up, the customer absolutely entertained by the two of you. Jungkook slaps your butt as an answer to your teasing, making you squeal scandalized. "Jungkook! That's public indecency!" You exclaim, and Jungkook laughs as he sits down on a chair in the waiting lounge you're standing in.

"If that's true I gladly get arrested." He says, and you roll your eyes as you say your goodbyes to the customer and his very lovable pet, getting your stuff to walk over to him. "Good to go?" He asks, and you nod, walking out next to him as you spot his car outside- or rather, the small van his company provided him. You have had your suspicions already as he was still wearing his work attire- this sight now spoke out clearly what you were fearing.

"Jungkook no-" You whine, and he sighs, silently telling you were right. "You promised no more overtime!" You said. "We were supposed to have a nice weekend!" You say, genuinely upset, and he can see it; the look in your eyes is pure disappointment, brows scrunched up as your shoulder slump down. "You promised." You mumble, as he opens the passenger door for you, letting you get inside the car.

"I'm sorry, but Tae called in sick and they asked who could take his shift." He explained as he drove home, well knowing that this was no excuse for you. But instead of voicing that out like you usually did, you were silent.

He did not like that.

"I'm really sorry." He says again, but you're still not answering him. "Baby?" He tries, but you're looking out the window, not sparing him even a glance. He knows he fucks up sometimes, but this is entirely new territory for him. Never had he had to deal with you genuinely upset with him, at least not to this extend- because at the moment it seemed as if you were ready to open that door at the next red light and walk right away from him.

The thought alone made him shudder- and not in a good way.

He tries again, but this time you speak; voice quiet, serious, and way too formal for him to feel comfortable with. "Just bring me home Jungkook." The way you say his name makes him bite the inside of his cheek. He's now upset at himself as well. He knew how much you had been looking forward to a shared weekend together. He should've not said anything when they asked who could take over the shift.

And as he came to a stop in front of your shared apartment, it only got worse. Because for the first time, you just got out of his car, closing the door, and went into the apartment complex.

You didn't give him his kiss to the cheek like you did every time- even when you were mad.

You didn't say goodbye.

You didn't even look back.

"I don't want you gone all the time." You whine out as you hold onto him, his hands on your back as he helps you stay where you are on his lap, your head in his neck as you breath heavily. "I need you." You say, and its one of the rare moments you're open like that. He's eating it up, drinking it in, as he holds you, palms all over your bare skin while you move lazily.

"I know, I'm sorry, I really am." He breathes out, placing kisses to your shoulder, helping you rock on his cock so you won't have to do all the work. "I need you too, I really do, I'm sorry." He mumbles, slipping out of you for a moment before he lays you flat on the bed, guiding his length back inside you as he looms over your body, kissing your skin as if he's worshipping you, as if he can't get close enough to you, his hands holding onto your middle as he keeps you stable while he pushes into you slowly.

"Faster-" You beg him, but he shakes his head, not picking up his pace at all as you whine. "Kookie please-" You say, and he shakes his head again.

"No, we got time." He argues back, and you open your eyes at that, looking to the side. "What is it?" He asks.

"We don't." You say. "You have to get up early tomorrow." You say, and Jungkook shakes his head, making you roll your eyes for a moment as you want to continue- but he shuts you up with a well practiced hand on your clit, your body reacting instantly as your toes curl up. "Jungkook-"

"I don't." He says, gritting his teeth as he finally picks up his pace. "I took time off." He breathes out. "Told them I need the weekend." His hand is eager to have you come undone underneath him as your legs move, heels digging into the small of his back as you snake them around his body the best you can considering the size difference. "Told them I got my girlfriend at home, and guess what?" He asks, and you mewl at his antics. "No one's gonna call me up. Phone's on airplane mode." You're suddenly frantic, hands gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he doesn't let up, smiles into your neck as he bites and sucks his marks. "They can fuck off while I fuck you." He whispers, and you suddenly snap, back arching as you come, his violent thrusting making you sob dryly, fingers reaching for his arms as you dig them into his inked skin.

That's your art underneath his skin, safely tucked away to be guarded from time. That's your ink on his body, your way of making him yours. And this, the way he mouths and nibbles and bites and kisses- that's his way of making you his.

He slips out, desperately rutting into his own hand as he cums onto your lower belly, his release staining the sheets below.

But it doesn't matter in that moment.

He gladly cleans up afterwards.

"Would you ever wanna live in New Zealand?" You ask him, as he makes sure not to burn any of the food on the grill.

It's your yearly holiday trip, this time in the cold of new Zealand, a camping van your home for the two weeks you'd decided to travel the country. "I mean, why not?" He tells you, turning a piece of meat over, before he looks at you sitting next to him, all bundled up in his way too large puffer jacket. It's already large on him- so it almost swallows you whole. But it also awakens something inside him, seeing you wear his clothes like that. He feels protective, weirdly so.

"Hmhm." You say. "The people seem nice here." You say, and then you rest your head against his shoulder, making him smile as his arm wraps around you- a movement almost instinctual at this point. "But I don't know, won't we miss home?" You wonder, and Jungkook shrugs.

"I don't really need a home as long as you're with me." He says, speaking it out loud without thinking as you suddenly detach from him. He looks at you, worried he might've said something too much, but you look at him so.. he can't describe it. Your lips are on his in the next second, before you go to the van to retrieve some paper plates.

"Oh my god, that was-" You say, balancing cutlery in your arm. "-The most romantic fucking thing you've ever said!" You say, putting everything onto the camping table as he chuckles. "No, I mean it. That was so movie-worthy!" You say. "I feel like I'm in a K-Drama!" You exclaim, and he laughs.

"They don't swear that much in K-Dramas." He corrects you playfully, but still smiles. "But yeah I get you. Sometimes I feel like this isn't real too. Too good to be true and all that." He says, and you suddenly squeal, making him look at you.

"Stop!" You say, before you hug him tightly.

You're looking through clothing items when you suddenly feel it.

The sudden buzzing right inside you, making your foot studder in its step as you try to conceil your reaction as best as you can. You can feel your thighs clenching, muscles contracting as the feeling of the bullet vibrator. And one look towards Jungkook sitting on a chair in front of the dressing stalls makes you want to punch him right in his pretty face.

He's got his hand inside his sweater pocket, smirking slightly at your struggle as he doesn't seem to care who's sitting next to him- or who could see you and connect the dots. He likes things like that; the slight thrill of getting caught and the literall proof that you had given him all control making him feel absolute bliss.

You're more concerned about the fact that you're about to cum.

Right inside this fucking store.

You shoot him daggers, and he simply has the audacity to smile, shrugging his arms as if he's got no idea what you mean. He tones it down a little, turning it off for now when he felt like he'd tortured you enough; stripping you of your orgasm as well. You want to whine out, complain, but you simply but the clothes back where they belong, walking up to him. "Oh? Nothing caught your eye baby?" He asks innocently, and you simply smile, shaking your head. "Alright." He says, getting up to walk out with you.

And its inside the car after he had parked in a secluded spot on a scarcely lit parking lot that he turns the device on again. "I have to say.." He starts, watching you squirm in the passenger seat, hands instantly clenching into fists as your legs squeeze together. "I'm not mad anymore I almost paid a hundred bucks for this thing." He tells you. "Feels good baby?" He asks, and you nod- but its not enough for Jungkook. "I can't hear you." He tells you, and you have to cut yourself off to not moan out loud.

"I-t.. ah- feels good.." You somehow get out, squirming and slowly growing desperate as he keeps the setting low- too low for you to actually cum. He's enjoying the show for a moment, until he reaches underneath his drivers' seat, fumbling around before the seat rolls back, making more room. You know what's going to happen next. "Can I-?" You start, and he nods, helping you safely onto his lap.

"You look so pretty like this." He praises, hands underneath your clothing as he gently fondles your breasts- enjoying the fact you've decided to skip the bra today. "Hm?" He humms against your skin, before he leans back, switching onto the highest setting. He doesn't even need to touch himself to get off, he knows that already; the sight in front of you enough to get him going. You're erratic at this point, Hips rutting into nothing as you hold your hands awkwardly in front of your mouth. Jungkook reaches out, letting you hold onto him, and he feels weirdly loving at the sight of you holding onto him so desperately. "Oh?" He suddenly asks, noticing you stutter. "Cum baby. Come on." He urges, and you want to tell him its too much, too much, but then you suddenly cum, and he tones it down a little, letting you ride it out as you clumsily fondle him over his jeans- only a few movements enough for him however to come undone inside his pants. "Shh, you're good, good job, good girl." He humms out, letting you rest against his chest for a moment, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment with you.

He's really not mad about the hundred bucks anymore.

One thing Jungkook had come to live with was the fact that you loved everything cute.

You collected anything pink and soft and cute, plushies being his go-to present because he knew that would always be a bullseye-shot with you. They're all over the place, but Jungkook doesn't mind. Even though he can't understand the appeal of some of them, he himself understands the appeal of collecting things. And he's also not one to judge- having accepted you with every piece and habit you have.

That doesn't mean he doesn't tease you for it.

"Why's the rat wearing old granny clothes?"jungkook snorts, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you, who is currently trying to sew a hole on your melody plush toy shut.

"Shut up, Melody isn't a rat!" You mumble, making Jungkook chuckle as he eats his popsicle, watching you work. He really likes how delicate your hands are; they fit nicely in his hands whenever he holds them. Yours get cold a lot- and he likes giving you some warmth whenever he can.

Anything for you.

"I think its a rat." He tells you, giggling boyishly when you throw your head back, groaning. He gets up to walk into the kitchen to throw the wooden stick of his treat away, as he hears you.

"Well detective melody thinks you're a little bitch." You retort. And only seconds later, jungkook is behind you, looking over your shoulder to check if its clear- he doesn't want you to hurt yourself with the needle. Once he's made sure, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back so you're looking at him upside down.

"You wanna say that again sweetheart?" He growls out, and your sparkling eyes shout mischievously at him from below.

He loves the powerplay.

But this time you decide to ge cute, holding the stuffed toy into his face as you giggle. "Its melodys words, not mine!" You argue, and he laughs, before he pushes the toy aside, pressing a kiss to your nose before he walks back into the kitchen again. "Although I can't argue with whats been said-" you start, and Jungkook shouts from the kitchen as you laugh.

"I wasn't a little bitch last night when I was balls deep in-" he starts, and you scream over his words, scandalized.

"Jungkook, not when melody is listening!"

"So.." Jimin started, looking at your hand. "You wanna explain that expensive ass thing?" He asks, before he slaps the table. "Don't tell me its real!" He asks, eyes wide as you laugh.

"Why, you wanna steal n' sell?" You challenge, and he shakes his head, now a little more serious.

"No, I just wondered. He popped the question or not?" He asks, and you can't help the grin that spreads onto your cheeks. But before any of you can answer, the man in question walks inside, having heard the conversation.

"I did, and that means you can fuck off Park." He challenges, roughly pushing the elder away with a hand on his head, making everyone laugh at their antics. "How's my fiance doing?" He asks. "Still walking like a newborn babydeer?" He teases, and you smack his head with a printout you had rolled up. "Ow, you literally told me to go hard, don't be mad now!" He says, before running away from your red-faced form, chasing him with the printouts around the studio.

Yeah, some things never change.

And that's ok.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Don't try reposting on AO3 or your mom's facebook. I got eyes everywhere.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: when you're paired with the most popular girl in your grade for Chemistry class, you definitely don't expect to start liking her like that...

warning/s: none i don't think??

author's note: okay so i have a ton of requests to work through but i got sidetracked and before i knew it, five parts of this imagine were written.

It's based off the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' and idk, i thought it was cute to write! Who doesn't love the popular girl!wanda and loner!reader concept?

Here’s a cover of the song to listen to because i really liked it and a girl sings it so it immediately made the song 10x more gay, just how i like it 🥰

masterlist | wattpad | part two | part three | part four | part five

"Are you all comfortable?"

The class stayed silent, watching our Chemistry teacher, Mr. Hale, as he looked to everyone with a raised brow.

"You all like who you're sat with?" he asked again, as if expecting an actual response from someone.

I exchanged questioning glances with my best friend, Y/BF/N, who was sat beside me. It was the first day back in Chemistry class of our final year of high school and we were just waiting to begin.

"Anyone?" he asked, looking around.

"Yeah," a few students mumbled in response so we could move on.

He clapped his hands together. "Great! Well, don't get too comfortable because I made a seating chart."

A chorus of groans erupted from the class, including from me and Y/BF/N. Every other class had successfully managed to not give us a seating chart. I'd heard that Mr. Hale was an awkward teacher who hated students (ironically), but I didn't think he'd stoop so low as to pair us with students who weren't our friends. These new seats were also our partners for the rest of the year and were non-negotiable, so any projects or work we did would have to be with our seat buddy. Fun.

Students began to shuffle to their newly-assigned seats reluctantly as Mr. Hale read out the chart. When Y/BF/N left my side, I frowned dramatically, waving goodbye to him.

"Wanda Maximoff, you're now partners with Y/N Y/L/N," said Mr. Hale, making me look up at the mention of my name.

I didn't get chance to register what he'd said as the aforementioned girl soon approached me, settling her bag on the table beside me. I looked up and saw Wanda Maximoff smiling my way before taking a seat on the stool.

Huh. Wanda Maximoff. She was one of the most popular girls in our grade. Everybody loved her, either wanting to be friends with her, be with her or be her. I'd personally never crossed paths with her apart from the few classes we shared. She seemed nice enough, but I guess I had preconceived notions of what she was like since she'd made the very poor decision to date the most obnoxious guy ever. Anyone making decisions that terrible definitely had a flaw.

She had a twin brother, Pietro, who was also in our grade and played on the football team alongside her boyfriend. Her parents were good friends with mine, through mutual friends, I think, as I recalled my mum mentioning 'Mrs. Maximoff's boy' or 'Mrs. Maximoff's girl'. And I remembered when her family moved into our town back in second grade.

Admittedly, Wanda was the star of the show back then, too. We were only kids, but child Y/N wasn't blind. She was the first girl I'd crushed on, an innocent child crush – the crush that made me realise I liked girls. Apart from that, and the fact that she had a locker behind me in the hallway, I never really thought about her.

I glanced behind me, catching Y/BF/N's gaze across the room as he sat beside some other kid. He frowned, implying he wished we were partners, and I knew just how he felt.

Once Mr. Hale finished assigning seats, he gave us five minutes to get to know our new partners as he struggled to find the powerpoint for today's class. If there was anything worse than getting assigned seats, it was ice breakers.

"Er, well, hi," Wanda greeted, turning to face me. Green eyes sparkled brightly behind a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda. But, I mean, we already know each other."

"That we do," I said with a nod, returning her smile. "How're you doing? Your summer go well?"

She ran a hand through her hair, adjusting herself so she was comfortable on her stool. And as she did, a waft of her perfume washed over me and I blinked, trying to ignore how nice it smelled. Floral. Subtle. It suited her.

"Good, yeah," she answered with a nod. "Could have gone on longer for all I care."

I chuckled. "I feel that. I'm definitely not ready to be back."

"Right?" she said with raised brows. "It's gonna take a while to get back into routine, that's for sure. But I guess I did miss seeing my friends everyday."

I hummed in agreement, eyes flickering to Mr. Hale as he attempted to tackle the oncoming stream of animations on his powerpoint. I tried not to laugh as I looked back to Wanda, who clearly noticed the same thing as me and stifled a smile.

"Have you had Mr. Hale before?" I asked, nodding his way.

She shook her head. "Nope. You?"

"Never."

"Sucks that he makes seating charts," she said with a sigh, before realising what she said and looking to me with panicked eyes. "Not that I don't like you or anything–!"

"It's fine, I get it," I cut her off with an amused smile. "I wanted to sit with my friend, too."

She breathed out quietly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and scrunched her nose with an apologetic smile. Okay, yeah, maybe that was kind of cute. Older Y/N wasn't blind either. Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, with long brunette locks and matching hazel eyes that seemed to change from blue to green to brown in a kaleidoscope of colour. A winning smile and soothing voice was enough for anyone to fall for her unintentional charm, but it was purely admiration. Everyone pretty much had a mild crush on her, you'd be stupid not to.

"If we're gonna be working together, d'you wanna get the whole awkward number exchange out the way now?" she asked, half joking, half not.

"I– er– sure," I stumbled out rather carelessly, before cringing internally. Where did that come from?

Thankfully, she didn't seem to pick up on it (or just saved me the embarrassment of acknowledging it) and was already writing her number on a slip of paper. Sliding it my way, she capped her pen and gave me her signature smile.

"Thanks," I said with a nod, accepting the paper and pocketing it. "Can't wait to start those lovely science projects we've got coming up!"

She let out a quiet laugh at my sarcasm. "It'll be fine. You're not dumb, right? So, we'll be fine."

"Can't promise you that," I joked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Maybe if we–"

But she was cut off when Mr. Hale spoke up loudly, interrupting everyone's conversations.

"Five minutes are up, let's begin!"

I wondered if everyone was thinking the same thing as me – that was not five minutes.

"So it begins...," I mumbled to myself, facing forward.

Wanda breathed out, a stifled laugh, probably having heard my comment, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Maybe I judged her too harshly. She wasn't actually that bad.

—

Since being paired with Wanda, I was surprised by how much she'd made an effort to befriend me outside of class. We'd always been back to back with our lockers though not quite speaking, but since becoming Chemistry partners, she'd wish me a good morning if she caught me, or greet me briefly as we collected our books.

She didn't have to, but I could see why everybody liked her now. She was just genuinely nice. Due to circumstance, we'd become partners, but rather than leaving it at that, she made a genuine effort to befriend me. And not even just me, but also Y/BF/N, who was at the locker next to mine. He was as surprised as I was, expecting Wanda to mind her own business as we weren't exactly in the same social circles.

This was, I guess you could say, the start of our friendship. And it was a good one at that. I grew to learn how funny she was, how much she loved her brother, the passion she had for art and painting... she was a wonderful person. Which is why I didn't understand why she was with her boyfriend, Nate. He was a grade-A dick and everything Wanda wasn't. How were they a thing?

It sounds like I'm being a bitch and judgemental, but he really is the worst. The few unfortunate times I shared a class with him or caught sight of him around school, he was causing some sort of trouble with the teachers or picking on students in a way that made it seem like a joke but everybody knew it wasn't.

For example, there was a time when Wanda and I were studying for an upcoming Chemistry test we had. We decided to just help each other study since we already worked together in class, so knew we could motivate each other to actually put in the work. It was, maybe, the fourth studying session we had, and I was going over some notes when I felt her eyes watching me.

"You need a hand?" I asked, unable to take the staring any longer. I looked up at her, quirking a brow.

She seemed to fall out of her daydream and straightened up, eyes flickering to mine. "Huh?"

I gave her an awkward smile, unable to maintain her gaze. "You're staring."

She didn't seem fazed as I called her out, instead leaning back in her seat and continuing to study me curiously.

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

Subconsciously reaching for my hair, I straightened up my ponytail and shook my head. "No...?"

She chewed on her lip, saying after a pause, "You tied it up. You usually leave it out."

Did I? I wasn't sure. I just knew that her noticing something like that made me feel self conscious all of a sudden.

"It looks good," she decided, before offering up a small smile. "You should do it like that more often."

Quickly, I felt warm. Was it stuffy in here or was it just me? God, compliments already made me feel stupid. And compliments from pretty girls made me feel ten times that. It didn't help that she was watching me with an endearing expression, making me focus on my book before me.

"Thanks," I got out quickly. "I– yeah."

Her smile widened before she looked back down to her own book. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the way her leg brushed up against mine under the table.

Thankfully, the strange fuzzy feeling following her compliment faded and we were able to get back to work without her tuning out again. As we were going over each other's practice questions, an annoying voice shouted from across the library.

"Wanda, head's up!"

"Hey, no talking in the library!" a librarian hissed at the voice.

Wanda and I looked up just in time for a football to smack me in the side of the head. I didn't even see it coming until I felt the thing slap my head, giving me an instant urge to strangle whoever threw it.

"Fuck," I cursed, holding my head and closing my eyes to breathe through the pain.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Wanda's voice made me open my eyes and I saw her leaning forward, hand resting on my shoulder and the other on top of mine that was clutching my head.

"Been better," I admitted, trying to make light of the situation because as angry as I was at the idiot who threw it, I was also embarrassed because it hit me.

Wanda seemed concerned as she gently pulled me hand away, not letting go as she got a better look at the side of my face which I was sure was burning red. At least that's what it felt like.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

I looked up and saw none other than Nate Green, Wanda's boyfriend, hovering and stifling a laugh as he looked at me. He had his stupid varsity jacket on and I was tempted to strangle him with it.

"I thought Wanda would catch it," he explained stupidly, before moving around the desk to collect his football.

Breathing out through gritted teeth, I pulled away from Wanda and nodded reassuringly. "I'll be fine. Just need an ice pack."

"You're such an idiot, Nate!" Wanda snapped, looking to him with a glare. "You need to watch what you're doing!"

He smiled sheepishly, making me roll my eyes and clench my jaw at the heat on the right side of my face. Fuck, that really hurt.

"What did you want?" Wanda asked him with a quirked brow. She definitely wasn't impressed. I'd hate to ever be on the wrong side of that condescending glare.

"I thought we could go out," he said like it was that simple.

"I'm studying," she quipped with crossed arms.

"I'm happy to wait," he said, toying with the ball in his hands.

Knowing I definitely didn't want that, I closed my books and said, "It's cool. You guys go. I think we're done here anyway."

Nate grinned. "See? S'all good."

Wanda ignored him and looked to me with worried eyes. "Y/N, are you sure?"

"You know your stuff," I said, referring to the work. "You'll be fine in the test. I'm sure."

I offered her a small, forced smile, before standing up to pack my bag. She did the same, beginning to pack her own things, but her eyes kept flittering towards me.

"D'you want me to go to the nurse's office with you?" she asked, shame laced in her voice.

"It's fine, I'll be fine," I said, hurrying up with my actions so I could just get out of here whilst I still had (some of) my dignity left. "See you in class tomorrow."

She nodded, sending a guilty smile my way. "See you tomorrow, Y/N."

Without giving either of them a look, I shouldered my backpack and left the library. Just another reminder of why Nate Green was literally the worst person ever.

—

Liking Wanda as more than a friend wasn't something that happened for a while if I'm being honest. I guess I started to enjoy her presence more and more the longer we spent time together.

I'd come to appreciate it whenever she'd say something completely out of the blue that made no sense whatsoever, or whenever she'd laugh at something I'd said that was arguably not funny but she didn't want to make me feel bad, or even whenever I teased her about something stupid she did, resulting in her doing that cute little nose scrunch she did. But I didn't think of it as liking her, more just a randomly-formed friendship that I was glad to have.

Maybe it was this misinterpretation that didn't make me see how I was acting around her, such as the time I was in the dinner queue at lunch when I realised she was stood behind me.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," she said when she noticed it was me in front of her. Her usual bright, friendly smile was on her lips as she looked to me. "You good?"

I nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah. Just getting some doughnuts for Y/BF/N and I. You?"

"Same," she said, before nudging the guy next to her, who I recognised as her brother. "Pietro and I thought we'd treat ourselves."

At the mention of his name, Pietro looked down to his sister before his gaze fell on me. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he put out his hand.

"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced. "You must be the Chemistry partner, Y/N, right?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise as I shook his hand. "You, er, know who I am?"

He glanced at his sister with a cheeky smile. Wanda was avoiding both of our gazes, her cheeks dusting pink.

Clearly saving face for Wanda, he said, "We've been in the same grade since kids, right? 'Course I do."

Despite the truth to his words, something told me that wasn't how he knew who I was. Especially since I was sure I'd never spoken to him in my life. But, to save Wanda the embarrassment of clearly having spoken of me at home, I nodded to Pietro.

"Right," I agreed with an amused smile. "Duh."

I moved down the queue and grabbed two doughnuts from the display, putting them in two separate paper bags.

"Dibs the last one!" Pietro exclaimed as soon as I returned the clippers to the display. He reached around his sister immaturely and bagged the last doughnut.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You know I can ask for more, right?"

Pietro grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on then."

The two were twins, but they couldn't have been more different. I simply revelled in their interaction, finding it adorable.

Wanda did as she said, asking the dinner lady if there were any more doughnuts in the back. Unfortunately for her, those were the last for the day, making Pietro laugh as Wanda pouted.

"Sucks to be you," he teased her, as I paid for mine and Y/BF/N's doughnuts.

"I hate you," she mumbled playfully, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes as he lovingly but annoyingly waved his bag before her eyes.

Without even thinking much of it, I held out one of the bags in my hand. "Here. You can have mine."

Wanda looked to me with surprise. "Are you sure? I can live without a doughnut, if that's what you're thinking."

I chuckled, grabbing her hand and making her take it. "It's okay. I wasn't in the mood anyway."

Plus, you look better when you're smiling and not pouting, I added in my head.

She accepted the bag reluctantly. "I– thanks. At least let me pay for it–"

"It's just a doughnut, Wanda," I teased, before nodding her way. "See you later."

Leaving her and Pietro to it, I headed back to the table Y/BF/N was sat at and took a seat opposite him before giving him his doughnut.

"Sweet," he said, quickly opening the bag before realising I didn't have one. "Where's yours?"

Over his shoulder, I saw Wanda and Pietro taking a seat at their lunch table, doughnuts in hand and a heartwarming smile on Wanda's lips.

"They ran out," I answered Y/BF/N. "Wasn't in the mood anyway. Enjoy."

He shrugged before digging in. I'd like to say I didn't spare glances in Wanda's direction every now and then for the rest of the lunch hour, but I'd be lying if I did.

—

I'm in the art department. You okay to bring it here?

I read over the text Wanda sent me before shooting her an 'okay' and heading to the Art department. I'd grabbed her notebook in class earlier on, only realising as I was studying with Y/BF/N in the library and pulled out an extra one, so I was going to give it her back.

I guess, when you realise you like someone, it comes randomly, suddenly, without warning. Liking someone isn't instant, it's constant and gradual and subconscious. I guess I'd been falling for Wanda for a while, without even realising, but today was the day I acknowledged that fact.

The Art department wasn't somewhere I frequented regularly – give me a paint and brushes and I'd probably present you with a finger painting – but it was definitely worth the visit. Art pieces from current and past students were hung on the walls, a mural of the school was spray painted on another, and sculptures stood around. The whole department brought a smile to anyone's face with its bright colours and open space – I could see why Art students always hung out here, Wanda included.

Speaking of Wanda, I found her in one of the classrooms sat at a stool in front of a series of canvasses. The room had a few other Art students littered around, working on their own pieces during their lunch period, otherwise it was empty.

"Hey," I called, getting her attention as I approached her.

She followed my voice and straightened up with a cheery smile. "Y/N, hey. Thanks for coming. I'm working on my Art project, so I couldn't pull myself away."

I waved my hand dismissively, joining her side. "It's all good, don't worry." My eyes wandered to the series of canvases on easels she was working on and widened. "Holy shit, these are so good."

Three unfinished hyperrealistic portraits of people were before us, one whom I recognised as Pietro. The paintings were so detailed, despite their medium-size, and I couldn't imagine how long they must have taken.

"You think?" she asked, glancing between them. "I think I messed up the nose here." She pointed with the back end of her paintbrush to the nose of Pietro. "It's a bit bent."

I almost laughed as I looked to her with disbelief. "Are you kidding? Wanda, these are amazing. How did you even do this?"

She looked down bashfully, a nervous smile on her lips. "I don't know. It's for a project. I chose to do family portraits." She pointed to each one as she said, "My mum, my dad and my brother."

I was in awe of her talent, jaw dropped with amazement still. I always knew she was an artist, but I'd never actually seen her work. I was starting to wish I'd come here a lot sooner.

"So, you got my notebook?" she asked, pulling me back into reality.

I looked away from the paintings reluctantly before getting her notebook from my bag and holding it out for her. As she accepted it, she must have forgotten she was holding her paintbrush as the tip brushed my wrist, leaving a swipe of red there.

"Oh, my bad," she said with a laugh, before setting her notebook and brush down and grabbing a paper towel from beside her.

Wetting it with water from her bottle, she pressed it to my wrist and swiped the paint away. It was such a mundane action, but the way her fingers gently held my wrist and emanated a warmth only she seemed to carry sent shivers down my spine.

I glanced up at her, letting her do it, and noticed the swipe of paint she had across her cheek, as if she'd touched her face without realising.

Now that I paid attention, I noticed how cute she looked in her Art getup. An old, oversized shirt covered in paint was being worn to cover her clothes, sleeves loosely rolled up to her elbows. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, but her baby hairs framed her forehead adorably.

When her hair wasn't in her face, her eyes only seemed more intense, glistening with excitement and happiness. I almost forgot to breathe when they met mine briefly, a hint of embarrassment there from when cleaning me up. She was in her element here and it made sense to me now.

I knew I'd fallen for her.

—

"You don't get it," I was saying to Y/BF/N as we hung about the school gym, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. "It's bad. I like her. Like, like like her."

Y/BF/N laughed, clapping me on the back with pity. "You're screwed."

I frowned. "I know."

As he stretched for class, he continued, "I mean, I get it, I do. She's super nice. Pretty. And you guys seem to get on."

I chewed on my lower lip worriedly.

He gave me a knowing look. "There's one problem though."

I groaned, running a hand down my face. "I know, I know. She's got that dick of a boyfriend."

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

I sighed, crossing my arms with annoyance. Since realising I liked Wanda as a little more than a friend, things weren't going well for me. Whenever we worked together, I'd forget what I was thinking because I was too busy admiring her side profile or getting lost in her eyes. If she spoke about the work, told a joke or was simply speaking her thoughts aloud, I'd focus on every little thing she was saying, knowing I could listen to her speak all day. It was bad, but thankfully I hadn't stumbled over my words or made a total fool of myself in front of her. I was determined to not let it get that far.

My eyes wandered around the gym as Y/BF/N tried to give me advice, but admittedly, his words flew in one ear and out the other when I caught sight of Wanda.

She was standing with her friends, smiling and laughing to whatever they were saying. Like everyone else in here, she was wearing her gym kit – black athletic shorts and a blue and white tee shirt, the colour of our school. It wasn't anything special, yet she made it seem that way, outdoing anyone in here. Her brown hair was tied back, the ponytail falling down her back, showing her stunning profile and making my mouth go dry.

Another clap on the back from Y/BF/N pulled me from my reverie and I looked to see he was laughing at me.

"Majorly screwed," he corrected his previous comment.

He was definitely right.

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By The Witch's Grace

Chapter Two

A Sbi "choose your own story" fanfiction

Click here for story description

Warning: cursing, mention of knives

4.5k words

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The morning came faster than Y/n anticipated. Waking up to the early morning sun in their eyes and the soft chirping or singing of birds was normal. But what they didn’t expect, after years upon years of being alone and fearing any other human contact, was to hear soft voices coming from the direction of their kitchen. They got up slowly from bed, the anxiety building up in their chest even more as Poppy wasn’t lying on the bed as she was very morning. A knife laid on a dresser on the far end of their room that they snatchd quickly before creeping out their already open door and moving as quiet as they could down the hall. They took a good look at the spare rooms with the doors wide open when they usually are always closed.

They stopped at the end of the hall that led to the kitchen and dining room area to listen to whatever voices were speaking. Their brows furrowed, foggy recognition swirling in their half asleep and anxiety wired brain.

“Phiiillll I’m cold! Can’t you just, you know, make Wil go mess with the fireplace?”

“Tommy- shush! You’re gonna wake Y/n up. And no, we can wait until they are up. I don’t want to get into their things.”

“Hi Poppy, oh you are so cute, is your owner up too? Oh you’re cute.”

“...meow.”

Finally, it clicked in their brain and connected it to the people they let stay last night. Relief flooded through them in a wave causing them to let out an audible sigh, the voices in the kitchen immediately going quiet. Barley audible muttering followed before soft footsteps approached the hall and they felt their body tense up at this.

Suddenly a tusked face filled their vision and had them pinned to the wall before they could even think, his expression had them too terrified to move anyway. The grimace on his face was intense, pink eyes filled with concentration and they could swear there was a growl from deep in his chest. From this close though, they were able to see a bit of scruff growing along his face, it really was pink too like the hair on his head. He was off of them in an instant though as he recognized them as anything other than a threat. His features softened fast into something almost friendly. Almost.

“Ah- sorry, didn’t know that was you why do you have a dagger?” His sentences merged as his eyes settled to the knife they held at their chest. The hardened look beginning to return to his features, shifting ever closer to intimidate them.

“I- h-hold on, no no, it’s not. I’M not-” They panicked and pressed themself farther against the wall, breath growing faster and eyes darting around to find and escape. They knew they were no match for a man as large as him and would have no chance trying to fight.

Maybe choosing to trust the bunch so fast really was a bad idea.

Out of the corner of their eye, they could see Phil slide into view. His hair tied back and a spatula in hand with the the top of his robes off his top and showing the casual short sleeved shirt underneath.

“Techno, let them go, it's fine! I’m sure we just startled them, we're new here.” He said in a scolding voice to his son who looked at him in concern. Phil sighed and walked up to Y/n, guiding them past Techno and into the kitchen with a kind look and smile.

“Besides, remember they said that they haven’t had people home in a long time. I don't blame you one bit Y/n, I’m sorry for him. A bit protective, that one.”

They gave a soft laugh to accompany Phil’s laughter and walked to the kitchen counter to put the knife down. Looking over, Tommy was turned around in his chair to watch Phil in the kitchen and Wilbur who was across from him, wearing round thin rimmed glasses, waved at Y/n with a smile to which he easily received a wave back.

“Good morning, hope you slept well.”

“Gooood morning!” Tommy said with a raised hand to be a gesture of hello.

They nodded and looked over the food Phil had put together to cook, the thought of it being poisoned hung in their mind for a bit before they turned back to the boys.

“I did sleep well, thank you. I hope the four of you did as well, the snow storm must have left you all cold last nig- OH! It’s cold in here! I'm so sorry, let me go throw some wood in the fireplace.” They rushed out and started to hurry toward the main living area before Wilbur shot up, making them stop to look at him.

“Hey no no, just tell me where the wood is. I can do it.” He offered, briskly walking over to them and putting his hand on their shoulder. The tension in their body must have caught his eye because he retracted his hand.

“Oh um, it’s downstairs. The room you all came in through last night. It’s stacked against the wall.”

“Great, I’ll be quick.” Wilbur smiled and raced off, he must have been cold with how eagerly he ran off to get the fireplace up and running.

“Thank you uh- Wilbur!” They called out after him, not even knowing if he heard them. Shaking away the worry, they turned back to Phil who was busy cooking.

“And Phil, you didn’t have to cook. I can take over for you-”

“Absolutely not!” He raised up the spatula to emphasize his point, wings puffing up a little where they were smaller feathers next to where it connected to his body. That’s when they noticed how the shirt he wore was made specifically to accommodate his wings. The back was almost entirely cut out of it but connected around to appear like a normal shirt from the front.

They sighed and walked over to the counter, holding onto it as they leaned forward a tad.

“Can I help then?” They pressed but Phil wasn't able to retort before Tommy was breaking his little bit of silence.

“Or you could come talk to me, I’m bored as fuck over here. Come! Come, sit. I have questions.” He said in an intrigued tone, making both Y/n and Phil laugh a bit. They gave in and left Phil to cooking reluctantly and sat across from Tommy. He spun around to face them and his hands in front of him  with elbows on the table. 

Direcrecting their attention past Tommy, they watched Techno walk to Phil and lean on the counter to talk with him. Tommy was quick to get their attention again though.

"So what do you think of women?”

“Excuse me?” Y/n said with a laugh, not expecting the question. He just leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he let out a big breath.

“Hah… you’re pretty cool. So far. But! You see, a lot of people find me rather annoying when they first meet me. You don’t think so, do you?” He pressed and looked them square in the eyes.

“I mean- no. No you seem alright, pretty nice I’d say.” They were genuine. They wanted to be friendly with these people if possible, maybe make a friend, but their guard was way up still. There was still the small possibility the bunch was out to hurt them.

“Really!? Hell yes- oh I knew you were one fantastic individual.” Tommy exclaimed, getting up out of his seat, movements being very lively and animated. Wilbur walked up behind him to push him back down into his seat by his shoulder.

“Don’t worry you’ll find him annoying soon enough.” Wilbur shoved his younger brother a bit and looked at Y/n. They laughed and met his gaze, finding it odd just how much of his undivided attention he was giving them. He cleared his throat and looked away quickly and turned to speak in Phil’s direction.

“Um, so I checked outside to see how the snow was fairing. It’s still a blizzard out there and the snow is thick.” Wilbur looked back to Y/n with a sympathetic look. “Y/n I think we may have to overstay our welcome until the snow dies down and melts off a bit.”

“It’s no issue, you all are welcome to stay until you’re fit to leave, besides,” They stood up, looking at the family, “Maybe this will give me some good karma or something for the future.” Tommy scoffed and made a quiet retort they couldn't make out but didn’t waste time asking him about it. Y/n passed by Wilbur, giving him a friendly tap on the shoulder in return for his action earlier, and grabbed a loaf of bread from the counter.

“Phil, thank you for cooking, but that is all for you four okay? I have to go feed my livestock.”

“Y/n it’s freezing-” Phil tried to stop them but Y/n stubbornly butted in.

“I know, I’ll be fine though. Wouldn’t be the first time.” They took a chunk out of the bread and bit into it before setting off to get feed for the animals.

It took no time for them to get a large bucket filled with feed, they recently stocked up so there wasn’t any worry of running out. Quickly, they ran down to the basement where Poppy had run off to much earlier to give her food. Once they came back upstairs, they grabbed and carried the rather heavy bucket to the door so they could put on their cloak, hoping it would be enough to keep them warm.

With a deep breath to prepare themself, they lifted the bucket and went to open the door.

“Wait. Don’t go running off just yet.” Looking back, Technoblade was walking down the stairs and pulling on a thick shirt that seemed like it was one worn under his armor. He shook out his hair from the shirt and grabbed the bucket from Y/n who in turn looked at him. Surprised and rather confused.

“You didn’t really think Phil was going to let you walk out of here that easy did you?” Techno said with a soft laugh to himself, looking down at the feed thoughtfully as he answered himself, “No, he’s a stubborn man.”

Y/n couldn’t fight a smile, seeing the formerly guarded individual become soft at the thought of his father.

“Mhm clearly.” They added before opening the door up to thickly falling snow. The occasional strong gusts of  wind weren’t helping their situation either. “Sure you wanna join though? It’s not gonna be easy.”

Techno pushed past them into the freezing land that was their property, not seeming to care about even helping them and wanted to get this done.

Y/n closed the door, flipping up their hood and trudging out after the large man. The snow was easily covering their ankles already and still growing with no sign of stopping. They bumped into Techno's back when he stopped suddenly and looked up at him, backing up a little as they hadn't been looking out where they were walking.

"I don't know where I'm going." Techno said loudly over the wind in a tone that indicated they should have been in the lead in the first place.

"Oh- right um," They looked around to see where they were before walking closer to the tree line so they could walk along it. "It'll be this way!"

No words were passed between them from that point. Y/n tried to ask him questions on who he and his family were or where they came from when he was close to them, but the man only would grimace before walking on to empty the bucket for the few sheep they owned. The chores were done much faster than usual, not having time to sit and enjoy time with their animals in such weather.

Thankfully, Techno was quick to leave Y/n's presence once they passed through the doorway. No awkward standing around. Though they didn't blame him, he wanted to be back with his family other than a stranger. The feeling was mutual to an extent.

After ridding themself of the wet or dirty clothes and replacing them, they snuck down the hall to see what the group was doing. Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy were sitting at the table. Phil and Wilbur had empty plates in front of them while Tommy was still working on his food. The three of them were chatting quietly and occasionally one of them would wrangle Techno into the conversation who stood against the wall near the table, eating his own breakfast. They all looked so at peace here, like it was the first time they could just sit and chat and enjoy each other's company. 

Not wanting to intrude, even though it was their own home, Y/n left back down the hallway that connected the three rooms. Formerly the rooms were used for storage, but it wasn't too much of a mess to clean once it was needed. They didn't have the time to get out two old futons they had last night so, silently they worked on moving the makeshift beds in hopes to make the family's stay a bit more comfortable. With that idea in mind, Y/n spent the rest of the day until the evening with their mind on autopilot as they cleaned and tidied up the two rooms. The only thing making them stop was the deep rumbling of their stomach.

Smoothing out a blanket on the futon, they reluctantly left the room and trudged down the hall. The feeling of hunger and overworking themself was finally kicking in now. Entering the kitchen, they were surprised to only see Phil, sitting at the dining room table and peacefully reading an old book that they had long forgotten on the nearby shelf.

"Hey Phil, where are..the boys?" Y/n hesitated, hoping he wouldn't mind them referring to his sons as such. His smile as he looked at the book spoke all the words of reassurance Y/n needed.

"They are outside playing in the snow since it's not a blizzard anymore. Been a while since they have gotten the chance. What about you mate?" He looked up from the pages to look them over, "You seem tired."

"Ah, a tad. But I was going to make supper. How are you all with goulash?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's a type of soup, one my Oma taught to me. I'll make it for you all tonight, it makes a lot so it's perfect." Y/n said, their tone light. There was a bit of excitement in being able to cook for them. Something new. 

Phil closed his book and made his way into the kitchen, watching as Y/n scrambled around to make sure they had all the ingredients and mumbling to themself.

"I can help if you'd like." He offered and they stopped, contemplating it for just a moment before giving a quick reply.

"No, I've got this. You could keep me company though if you'd like. You seemed a little lonely."

He leaned back against the counter as he watched them work with ease. They must have made this recipe enough to have it memorized.

"Well I was thinking actually."

When he stopped, they looked at him to see him looking intently at them. 

"How can we repay you?"

"What?"

"I owe you my life, we would have frozen to death. You know that, Y/n. Please, how can we repay you for your kindness." Phil insisted with an intense look in his eyes. It was clear to see he put a lot of thought into the justification of repaying them.

"Well...I think you all will be spending a bit here so how about I get back to you on that, okay?"

He looked unsatisfied with such an answer, almost pouty with feathers fluffing a bit as he huffed.

"I just have to think about it, I promise!" They laughed as they tried to console him. "You clearly don't have anywhere else to go anyway. Not like I'll just kick you out once the snow clears." 

Phil didn’t seem like he was expecting to hear such a kind reason as instead of making some retort, he went quiet. A conflicted look on his face, he crossed his arms close to his chest. Staying quiet, but not leaving the kitchen while Y/n cooked. They didn’t try and press him to talk either with the new information of him desperately wanting to repay their kindness. It was a heavy thing to ponder. Do they abuse this? Or would it be smart to give some sort of half hearted and kind offer? Maybe they could ask for them to stay.

An unclear amount of time passed while they cooked, mostly in their mind and so was Phil it seemed, but the loud opening and closing of the door followed by Tommy's voice, as he almost raced to the kitchen, told them the boys were done outside.

“Holy fuck, I’m starving and that smells so good!” He ran over to see what Y/n was cooking, the childlike excitement and happiness was simply sparkling in his eyes. When not receiving a reply, Tommy looked up at Y/n quizzically which snapped them out of their trace.

“It’s goulash.” They told him and offered him the wooden spoon they were using to see if he wanted to taste. He looked at the spoon then them and seemed unsure on if he really was allowed. “It’s good.” is all they said before moving the spoon toward him again.

He took the spoon and tried the amount that was on it for him. His response came rather quick after taking a second to process the new taste.

“That’s really good, is it done?” He asked eagerly and looked at them. Y/n couldn't help but giggle a bit, almost giving in and ruffling his hair, but instead walked around him to grab five bowls and spoons so they could eat.

“Yeah, it is. Where is Wilbur and Technoblade? Did you leave them out there?”

Tommy just rolled his eyes with a little scoff, reaching over to gently take a bowl from Y/n’s hands.

“They got all pissed off at each other and are trying to kill each other in a snowball fight. I TRIED to get them to come inside, but noooo. Finding out who would win was more important.” he mumbled more, something about Wilbur and they heard their own name mentioned. Even though they couldn’t hear what was said, Phil sure did as he piped up quickly and reached over to lightly smack Tommy on the arm.

“Tommy!” He hissed with a displeased expression.

“Ow! What the hell!" Tommy glared back at Phil but after a second of silent communication between the two, he just sighed in defeat, “That was too much I’m sorry. Don't want Wil to beat my ass.” He snickered and Phil couldn’t help but join in a little. He kept a hand on Tommy’s shoulder when he reached over to take a bowl for himself.

“Thank you Y/n, I don’t mean to put the pressure on you to do this, but maybe you could yell at those two that it’s time to eat? I feel like they might listen to you.”

“Oh, of course. I hope you both enjoy it, I’ll be right back.” They set down the bowls, giving the spoons an extra tap on the counter with a glance back at them to tell them that is where the spoons were once they got their food. With that, they made their way to the front door, not really knowing what to expect. Y/n took in a deep breath and swung the door open just to be greeted by a hard snowball in the chest. They staggered back a step out of surprise, their hand on their chest then looked up to see Wilbur with his hands over his mouth and Techno dropping his arm full of snowballs as he doubled over laughing.

“OH MY GOD! Oh god- I am SO sorry!!” Y/n could see his face flushed red with embarrassment from here. They laughed a little at the situation and decided to take a bit of pity on the snow covered boys and not give into the urge to hurl a snowball at him

“Yep that’s- that’s alright. I just wanted to tell you that supper is ready, get your asses inside.” Their tone was light hearted as they brushed off the left over on their shirt.

“Right- right I’m sorry again, we will be right in!”

With that, Y/n closed the door and immediately heard bantering back and forth from the two though it was too muffled tpo make out the words. They made their way back into the kitchen to finally relieve their hunger to immediately be questioned.

“The fuck happened?” Tommy turned himself halfway around the chair, the same one he sat in this morning, to fully soak a possible scene.

“Well I opened up the door and got caught in the crossfire of their little battle out there.” They spoke while fixing their bowl, hearing Tommy wheeze out with laughter, “Needless to say, they are coming in soon.” 

As if summoning them, the front door opened up. Y/n hopped up on the counter to eat their food and see the boys walk in. Techno was first, raking a hand through his messy and wet hair with Wilbur right behind him. With the snow rapidly melting on them it was soaking their clothes even more.

Snickering a bit, Y/n turned their attention to their bowl, “I put all the spare clothes I had in both of the rooms. Please go change.” They sounded more like a mother than anything and Tommy sure found that hilarious as he busted out laughing again, leaving them to go change.

Nearly no time passed and they were back to get their food, Y/n being right there to direct them where the utensils and bowl were. The two went and sat at the table and the family began slowly chatting about little unimportant things. To Y/n, the peaceful chatter was pure music to their ears. As much as they hate to admit it, they deeply missed the little joys of a domestic life with others. Just the little daily things and being in the company of other people.

Happily, they ate in silence while the family was enveloped in their happy little bubble of conversation. Even once finished, they stayed on the counter and listened to the conversation until Poppy trotted into the kitchen with a big meow to tell Y/n she was hungry for her dinner. The meow was loud enough to make Wilbur stop talking to "aww" at the cat. Y/n hopped off the counter and washed their bowl before turning back to the cat.

“Alright baby, are you hungry?” Poppy meowed again and impatiently walked around so Y/n would follow her into the basement to eat. “Okay, you all can wash the bowls when you’re done. I’ll be in the basement if you need me. There is a set of stairs in the ground floor that leads to it.” With that, they waved the family off and followed their excited and meowing feline down to eat.

About 30 minutes had passed and they were sitting in the basement where  they had their magic things stored and three book cases which were filled. They sat in one of the two plush chairs that sat between the three walls of books, humming a soft song while flipping absentmindedly through a book and trying to find a certain page. Poppy was full and laying on their lap fast asleep

“Um, hey. Y/n?” Came the soft calling of Wilbur as he took a few steps down the stairs and meeting eyes with them. He looked around the room as he was curious to what it looked like but returned his attention to them. 

“Hi, do you need something?”

“Well, no, but the others are going to bed and I wanted to know if..” He trailed off, walking down the stairs to nearly the bottom while staring at all their books. "If I could come read with you, actually.”

Y/n was taken aback a little, but frankly the idea sounded nice. 

“Of course, I’m sure You will be able to find something here you like.” They  watched him walk to the farthest shelf from them and skim over it, trying to find a book.

“You know, I was never given the chance to sit down and read like this. But I’ve always wanted to learn,” He plucked a book off the shelf and turned it around to show them the cover, “About music.”

“Really?”

“Really. It has always been a topic that has enticed me. I used to write little songs in the small bits of free time I was so graciously granted.” He exaggerated as he plopped down in the chair beside them, not so slyly looking them over and smiling before getting comfy and opening the cover.

“I guess you’re in luck then, I have five or six other books on music and I think two that are filled with sheet music.” They said in an offer to him before flipping back through the book to find their desired page.

A few minutes of comfortable silence went on between them, Y/n occasionally seeing him look at them out of the corner of their eye. He took in a deep breath and adjusted his glasses then rested his head on his hand which was propped up on the arm of the chair.

“Do you play?”

“Excuse me?”

“Like, an instrument.”

“Oh, well, I used to. I played guitar though it’s been at least a year or two since I’ve even tried to play anything.” They laughed a little, glancing at Wilbur who was scanning his book.

“Have you been interested in learning anything else?”

“Oh absolutely, though I don't think I have the expenses to buy a new instrument from anywhere. At least not here.”

Wilbur hummed softly in reply, obviously thinking over their reply though the conversation died out after that as he seemed to become engrossed in the pages whilis Y/n found the page they had been searching for.

It would cross their mind a bit how nice this was. despite no talking, they were able to spend time with someone in their most comfortable environment.

Who would have known a snow storm would gift them people who weren’t here to hurt them.

People that wanted to get to know them even.

They could get used to this.

[Chapter Three]

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Equals and Dinner

Summary: A part two to Scars and Marks. You’re meeting Bakugou’s parents, and you’re more than a little stressed about it. But the nice woman at the mall calms your worries after giving you some much needed fashion advice.

TW: Mentions of the ex-girlfriend, but other than that, I don’t think there is anything. If I missed something please let me know.

“Why is women’s clothing so expensive?” you hissed as you searched through the racks of scrappy shirts and short shorts.

“I’m pretty sure I saw that shirt in the men’s section and it was twenty dollars less than that,” a woman said, making you jump. “Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright, I get lost in my own little world sometimes. Especially when I’m stressed.”

“What are you stressed about? School?”

“No, I’m meeting my soulmate’s parents this weekend. They mean a lot to him, and I’m worried about what they’ll think of me,” you admitted.

The woman looked familiar, but you couldn’t place where you had seen her before. Her blonde hair seemed familiar, so did her red eyes.

“Soulmate? Not boyfriend?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Well, it’s complicated. If his parents don’t like me, I don’t think he’s going to be interest-”

“If his commitment relies on his parents’ opinions, he’s weak. If he’s interested in you, then it doesn’t matter if his parents like you or not.”

You smiled at her.

“You remind me of someone,” you admitted. “I can’t place where though.”

“I don’t get that a lot,” she replied, smiling at you. “It’s refreshing.”

She gave off a very maternal presence, it was comforting. 

“This,” she said, picking something off the rack. “This will win over any mother. It’s pretty, but it’s not too revealing. Not to mention, with your skin tone and hair color, it’s a nice compliment.”

“I was looking at that earlier, but I didn’t think it would look good,” you admitted.

“We are our own worst critics,” she told you, handing you the dress.

“Thank you for the help,” you murmured, bowing to her slightly.

“Oh it’s no problem dear,” she assured you. “Just happy to help.”

“Well, thanks anyways,” you said, smiling at her as you made your way to the changing rooms.

She was right, the dress did look good.

It looked a little short, but with all the black leggings you had, it would look great. The sleeves wouldn’t get in the way, it made you look older than you were.

That woman had a good eye.

She was gone when you walked back out, but you smiled anyway.

You bought the dress, heading back to the dorms.

“(Y/F/N)! You’re back early! Did you find a good outfit?” Momo asked.

“Yeah, I had some help from a random mom I met though,” you admitted, pulling it out of the bag to show the girls.

“Wow, I never knew a mom could have such good fashion taste,” Jirou said, glancing over the dress in appreciation.

“Right? And she made me a little less worried about meeting Bakugou’s parents this weekend.”

“I still can’t believe that you’re his soulmate,” Uraraka muttered. “I mean, you two are so different.”

“But they work, don’t you think?” Tsu asked.

“They work, but it’s strange to see Bakugou not yelling at someone,” Jirou chimed in.

“You guys are more obsessed with my relationship with Bakugou than I am,” you teased, making them laugh.

“Can you blame us?” Momo asked.

“No, but it worries me sometimes.”

“(Y/F/N), can you come help me with this?” Izuku asked.

“Yeah, just let me put this in my room,” you called, running to set it in your room, before you jogged back down the stairs to help Izuku.

“What do you need help with?” you asked, glancing over his shoulder at what looked like a presentation.

“I just need a female eye on this,” he admitted. “I feel like it needs something.”

“Well, maybe a sprinkle of navy blue here, a small dab of white around the edges, and then small streaks of pink along that word there.”

“How are you so good at that?” he asked.

“Society seems to think that women need to be fashion forward. Everything needs to match and you can’t be ugly. I learned early on what matched and what didn’t. Besides, I have an artist’s eye apparently,” you said. “You all good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, making you smile.

“No problem Izuku,” you assured him.

“(Y/F/N)! Come help me make a point!” Denki shouted, making you chuckle.

“What are you nimrods arguing over now?” you asked.

“If Bakugou were to be a sea animal, what would he be?” Denki asked.

“Pufferfish,” was your immediate response, and Denki pointed at you yelling, “Aha!”

“Damnit (Y/F/N)!” Hanta shouted, making you laugh.

“Okay, but imagine this,” you said, moving your hands. “If he were a dog? poofy Pomeranian.”

They burst out laughing and Denki looked like he was crying.

“HAH? I wouldn’t be a fucking Pomeranian!” Bakugou shouted from the doorway.

“Oh, hey Bakugou,” you said, smiling at him. “The boys needed me to clarify that you would be a pufferfish.”

“What the fuck?” he muttered, staring at you. “What kind of fucked up conversations are you dickwads having?”

You shrugged. “You wanna know, ask them.”

Your phone buzzed and you swore.

“Fuck, I forgot I was meeting Ichiro today! Have a good night guys!” you called, grabbing your purse and a spare hoodie, heading out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Bakugou’s POV)

He watched as (Y/F/N) darted out of the dorms again, frowning.

Who was Ichiro?

He had come down from his room because he heard her laughing, something that had become a comfort for him on his bad days. He had also wanted make sure that they were set for this weekend.

Ever since the ‘Festival Fallout’ as the self-proclaimed Bakusquad had dubbed it, he had been paying more attention to her.

He had no idea how he hadn’t noticed her before now. 

She seemed to light up any room she walked into, she made his bad days better just by smiling at him, she was always around when someone needed help. She didn’t even seem to realize how inherently good she was.

She didn’t seem to realize that she always had confidence when she was standing up for someone. How she always seemed to bite her lip when she was embarrassed, how she always fought better when she was fighting for someone else.

She always laughed when Denki told a bad joke, when Sero wrapped himself up in his tape, when Shinso failed to use his capture weapon, when Bakugou was always surprised by his friends and their unexpectedness.

She was so different from him, Katsuki knew that, he knew they were different, and yet, he noticed her in a way he had never noticed anyone else.

She always hid behind her hair when she was put in the spotlight, she only sang when she thought she was alone, she had a bad habit of biting her nails when she was stressed, no matter how short they got, and she always rubbed her thumb across her palm when she was nervous.

Katsuki had always noticed little things, he had trained himself to be observant, but these weren’t just little things. They were her little things. They were little things that seemed insignificant by themselves, but brought together they were little things that made her . . . her.

He had never really believed the whole soulmates thing growing up. His parents were soulmates, and their dynamic seemed so off to Bakugou. He had always been taught that soulmates were equal. His parents had never seemed equal to him.

He was watching as she disappeared now, and he thought he understood. She wasn’t as physically strong as him, and her quirk wasn’t as strong, but there were different kinds of strength.

What he lacked in faith she more than made up for, what he lacked in confidence in himself at times, she had in him all the time. When he had his dark days, she was right there, smiling at him, even when he didn’t deserve it.

“-bro. Bakugou!”

Katsuki blinked, slowly, then realized the others were trying to get his attention.

“What do you fuckers want?” he asked, glaring at them.

“Why were you staring at (Y/F/N) like that?” Sero asked.

“Yeah man,” Kirishima chimed in, “you were staring at her like she was the best thing in your life. I’ve never seen you look at someone like that.”

“I mean, she is his soulmate,” Kaminari said, making Katsuki raise an eyebrow. “I know I look at ‘Toshi like that.”

Bakugou groaned, rolling his eyes.

“I’m going back to my room,” he muttered, heading back up to his room.

He grabbed his phone, opening her contact.

They had started to get to know each other, mostly on their own. They had been paired together for a project, and they often went out on patrols together because of the heroes they were working under.

Katsuki had found that he genuinely enjoyed her company, and he found that he didn’t mind it when she touched him.

He sent her a quick text telling her to be careful, then messed around with the games on his phone.

He didn’t want to be that person, they weren’t even dating for All Might’s sake, but . . . he missed her.

The realization shook him to his core.

It wasn’t often that he missed anybody. He missed his mother, and he missed hiking with his father, but it wasn’t often that he missed someone outside his family.

For the love of All Might, he was in over his head already.

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As soon as you stepped back into the building, you were headed for Bakugou’s room.

Denki had texted you as you left the meeting with your brother that Bakugou had shut himself up in his room and that they were worried.

“Bakugou? Can I come in?” you inquired, knocking softly.

He grunted, which you took as a yes.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, not even looking up from his phone.

“Thanks, for the text earlier,” you offered, taking a seat by his bed. “It made me smile.”

He grunted again, but you could tell that he was happy with that.

“Ichiro caught me looking at my phone and asked what I was smiling at.”

You caught the change in his attitude and added, “My brother has always been a snoop, but he didn’t see anything other than that text, promise.”

“Brother?” Bakugou asked.

“Yeah, Ichiro is my older brother. Did I not tell you that’s who I was meeting earlier?”

Bakugou gave a small shake of his head.

“Were you . . . were you jealous?” you asked.

He opened his mouth to snap at you, then snapped his mouth shut so quickly his teeth audibly clicked together.

“Missed you is all,” he mumbled, a small blush staining his cheeks.

You huffed a small laugh, laying your hand on his arm. “You know that it’s okay to miss people right? It’s okay to have people you care about.”

“I know, ‘m just not used to it,” he muttered.

“That’ll change,” you assured him, brushing your pants off as you stood up. “C’mon, let’s go downstairs, the others are worried about you. And I think Denki might try to microwave a fork if we leave him alone any longer.”

You smiled at him, and you caught a glimpse of the look he had been giving you lately.

You held your hand out to him, and he huffed, taking it.

His hand was rough against yours, but you could tell he was trying to be gentle.

You heard shouting from the common room and interlaced your fingers with him, pulling him down the hall.

“Yas! She has magical Bakugou convincing powers!” Denki shouted when he spotted you.

“Let’s be real,” Mina said, winking at you. “(Y/F/N) could convince us of anything.”

“You guys are giving me too much credit,” you said, smiling.

Bakugou leaned over, tucking your hair behind your ear, making you pause. You hadn’t really talked about what you were to each other. You had talked a little that night, but other than that, you had slowly been getting to know each other.

He had touched you of course, a hand on your shoulder to get your attention, and you had sparred with each other occasionally, but this was the first time he had done something like this.

Your cheeks heated, but you let him do it. It was nice. Luckily, if the others noticed, they didn’t say anything about it.

The rest of the night went by as usual, though Bakugou did let you lean on his shoulder when your eyes started to get heavy during the movie you and your friends were watching.

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled, fighting off a yawn. “It’s been a long day.”

He grunted, but he shifted so your head was in the dip of his shoulder, and he slid his hand into yours.

You smiled softly, giving his hand a small squeeze as you relaxed against his side.

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You woke up slowly, the light streaming through your window, lighting your room with golden hues.

You sat up slowly, your eyes adjusting.

How did you get up here?

You didn’t remember walking to your room last night.

Slowly a memory surfaced.

Strong arms, a sweet scent, and rough hands that tried their best to be gentle.

Had he carried you to bed or were you making it up to fool yourself into thinking that he was interested?

“It’s too early for this shit,” you muttered, swinging your legs over the side, changing quickly before you headed downstairs.

“Hey there Sleeping Beauty,” Hanta teased, and you flipped him off.

“Fuck off, it’s too early for this without coffee,” you grumbled, pouring yourself a cup, adding enough sugar to kill the entire League of Villains.

“We’re definitely soulmates,” Bakugou said, grinning from his spot by the stove.

“Unlike you, I don’t get up at the ass crack of dawn,” you pointed out, chugging the drink, pouring yourself another.

Denki spewed his juice, making you laugh.

“We still on for this weekend?” Bakugou asked.

It took your brain a good two minutes to process what you had been asked.

“Yeah, yeah definitely,” you answered, shaking your head like you could clear it.

“You really aren’t a morning person, are you?” Mina asked.

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “Never have been. I’m not really a night owl either, I’m some form of permanently exhausted pigeon, maybe a crow.”

“I can feel my brain cells dying,” Bakugou grunted.

“You have brain cells to spare, so shove it up your ass,” you told him, smirking. “Our entire friend group has like, seven brain cells collectively, and these four,” you pointed to Hanta, Denki, Eijirou, and Mina, “never have them. Sometimes you don’t either, but they literally never have them.”

“I’m not sure whether to yell at you or be proud,” he muttered, staring at you.

“Make up your mind,” you teased.

He glared at you, and you smiled back, smug.

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You stared at the door in front of you, smoothing your hands over your dress, trying to will your palms not to sweat.

“Hey, they’re gonna love you,” Bakugou said.

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered, eyes wide. Your stomach was roiling with nerves. “But what if they don’t?”

You hadn’t meant to ask that, but there was no more filter. Your nerves were chewing through everything, and you were tense.

“They’ll love you,” he repeated, opening the door.

“Katsuki? Is that you?”

Wait.

You knew that voice. And you knew the woman that stepped out of the kitchen.

“Hey! I know you!” you said, smiling at her. 

Then you remembered that your probably weren’t making the best first- or was it second?- impression. “It’s very nice to meet you officially ma’am.” You bowed slightly, trying to hide your wince.

“Hah, you already know each other?” Bakugou asked, looking bewildered.

“S-Sort of,” you admitted. “I ran into her when I went shopping the other day. She’s actually the one that suggested this dress to me. I knew you looked familiar,” you murmured, heat staining your cheeks.

“Mitsuki, is that them?”

The man that stepped out looked nothing like his son other than his build. His face had laugh lines and he had a kind smile as he looked at you.

“You must be (Y/L/N),” he said, smiling at you.

You nodded, giving him a shy smile in return. “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

“Oh please, call me Masaru,” he said, walking over to shake your hand. “Nice grip.”

“I mean, hero training does that to a girl,” you said, smiling.

“I’m sure it does, come in, come in,” he offered. “Katsuki hasn’t stopped talking about you!”

“Dad!”

“What?”

“He’s right,” Mitsuki said, watching you. “He hasn’t shut up about you.”

You remembered what Bakugou had said that night as you sat on your bed together.

My mother hated her from the minute I brought her home.

She must’ve been remembering his ex-girlfriend as she looked at you.

“Um, is there anything I can help with?” you inquired, fidgeting with your hands.

“You can help me in the kitchen,” Bakugou said, laying a hand on your back. “I don’t want that hag in there.”

“That’s your mother!” you hissed, poking him in the shoulder. “You should be nice to her. She’s the one you’ll be asking for advice when you’re older.”

“What kinds of advice?” he asked.

“You’re telling me you think you have people figured out like the back of your hand? Or that you think you care for a crying kid?”

“Who brought kids into this?!”

“You’re a hero, idiot! You’re going to have to know how to care for a scared child! You can’t just glare at them until they stop crying!”

“Why not?”

You stared at him, head cocked to the side, trying to figure out if he was serious or not.

“Your paternal instincts must be terrible.”

“Rude!”

“Am I wrong?” you asked as you crossed your arms over you chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

Masaru was chuckling off to the side, arm around his wife as they watched the two of you together.

“They remind me of us when we were younger,” he murmured.

“Pretty sure the roles were reversed though,” she admitted, giving you a small smile.

“C’mon idiot,” Bakugou muttered, pulling you into the kitchen.

Your shoulders slumped as soon as you were out of eyesight. “Do you think they liked me?”

“My father definitely did,” Bakugou said.

“Your mother hates me,” you worried, washing your hands.

“She doesn’t either,” he argued.

“She could barely look at me,” you hissed.

Bakugou frowned, handing you a towel for your hands.

“Thanks. So, what can I do to help?” you asked.

“Cut these up for me,” he said, handing you a couple carrots and some potatoes. “Small cubes.”

“Alright, where are your- knives, aha!” you said, brandishing one, starting to peel the carrots. “Do you guys peel your potatoes or no?”

“Yeah, and use a peeler!”

“No, I work better with a knife,” you told him. “Besides, it’s one less dirty dish.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“It’s one of the only things we have in common,” you said. “We putting these in pot?”

“Yeah, bottom left cupboard,” he directly as he opened the meet packages. “Hey, snag me a sauce pan.”

“Big or small?”

“Both.”

“Here you go,” you said, handing them to him as you pulled out two pots. “I want to thank you, Bakugou.”

“What for?”

“For . . . giving me a chance I guess,” you said, cutting up the carrot you had just peeled. “I’ve never been ‘that’ girl, you know? I was always that girl where everyone knew I existed, but no one really knew who I was. I was never the girl that everyone wanted to be friends with, never the one who everyone wanted to be with in general. I guess it’s just nice to be wanted, even if it’s just for a little while.”

It was quiet for a long time, and you stopped what you were doing to look over your shoulder at him.

“Bakugou?”

Suddenly his arms were around your waist, crushing you into him.

“Bakugou? Are you okay?” you asked, slowly wrapping your arms around him in return, not entirely sure what was going on.

“I wish you could see yourself the way everyone else sees you,” he whispered, breathing you in.

“Why are you getting all sappy on me now?” you teased, running a hand along the length of his spine, feeling the tension leak out of his shoulders.

“Because you deserve to know how grateful I am for you,” he replied, his arms strong around you.

“You barely knew I existed six months ago. You’ve haven’t even met my parents yet Bakugou,” you said. “How are you so sure?”

“Because of this,” he said, pulling his shirt collar down to show off the tattoo that was right above his heart. Your tattoo.

The tattoo that you both shared.

You had seen it of course, but you had never seen it this closely before.

“It really is the same as mine,” you whispered, touching it lightly, barely registering the fact that he was shivering.

You had spent hours over the course of your life staring at your own tattoo, and this was the exact copy, other than the whorls on ink were softer than they were on yours. Yours were sharper, more defined.

It had stayed black since the festival, you had been checking it every day, just to make sure.

“I mean, you freaked out so much about mine that night, I kinda figured I wasn’t wrong, but . . . they really are the same tattoo,” you marveled, pulling your hand away slowly.

He nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear like he had the other day, making the heat rise to your cheeks again.

“I saw hers,” he admitted. “I knew, I think, in the back of my mind that it didn’t look right, but I was hoping . . . I don’t know.” He frowned, touching the spot on your back where your own Mark resided. “This is definitely right.”

You felt it then, that deep ache that you’d had since first year, that deep ache seemed to disappear from your stomach.

“You’re right, it does,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“(Y/F/N), can I talk to you for a moment?” Mitsuki asked, poking her head into the kitchen.

“Of course ma’am,” you said, glancing at Bakugou, who nodded.

You put your knife down, following her into the living room.

She sat down on the couch and you took the seat across from her, head bowed.

She was silent for a long time and it made you nervous. Your hands moved in your lap, your thumb rubbing the skin away from your palm.

“Y-You wanted to talk to me, ma’am?” you inquired softly. You had faced down villains, risked your life, and had almost died.

And yet, other than when Bakugou had been taken, this was the most terrifying thing to have happened to you.

“I love my son,” she stated.

“I-I never meant to insinuate that you didn’t.”

“I love my son,” she repeated. “But he’s always been powerful, and power draws in all sorts of people. He’s been the leader of every friend group he’s had for a very long time. He’s been fawned over for most of his life, and I have to say that it’s partially my fault for letting it get as far as it did.”

“Ma’am?”

“My son is an angry person, (Y/F/N), he’s a lot like I was when I was your age. He’s been calmer tonight than he has been in ages. He has never talked about someone as much as he has talked about you in the last few weeks. He seems happy. I wanted to thank you for that.”

“Th-There’s really no need to thank me, ma’am. I like seeing the people around me happy. It makes me happy knowing that I bring peace to people. I never want to be someone that others are afraid of. Even if I wasn’t Bak- Katsuki’s soulmate, I still would’ve tried to help him not be so angry.

“He is an angry person, but I think it’s a defense mechanism. Push others away and hurt them before they can hurt him. I tend to use sarcasm and humor as my own defense, and I used it every time the mentions of soulmates popped up.

“I knew, I knew for over a year that he was my soulmate, and I didn’t do anything because I knew- I thought- that he would be happier with someone else. I thought he was happy with her.

“My Mark was faded for a very long time, but that night, the night of the festival, it was as dark as it had ever been. I thought it would be gone by the night of the festival. I heard that was what happened when soulmates stopped loving each other. Did Baku- did Katsuki show you any of the photos from that night?”

Mitsuki shook her head. “My son is also a very private person, he doesn’t share many things with us.”

“Would you like to see photos? I have some on my phone. There’s a recording from that night too.”

You moved to sit next to her, pulling up the album of photos from that night.

Mitsuki smiled softly as she flipped through the photos, watching the video, her smile growing, stopping on one where your back was on full display.

“I thought the Mark would’ve been almost gone, so I had Momo make some adjustments to my dress, it revealed the Mark more than anything I had ever worn to, or for, school. He had no idea that I had a Mark that matched his until that night. He was really upset when he found out that I had never told him.”

You told her about the game of Never Have I Ever, and then how it had ended between Bakugou and his girlfriend. You spilled everything to her.

She simply sat there and listened, though she did flinch when you told her how faded your Mark had been. She looked close to tears when you showed her the comparison photos you had complied.

“I never planned on telling him about what I was. I thought it would’ve ended things for him. I thought he was going to be miserable with someone like me.” You shrugged. “He was so upset when I told him about it. Well, actually, I told his girlfriend that I had never planned on telling him, but semantic. He’s more than I ever would’ve hoped for, if he’s even interes-”

“He’s more interested in you than I’ve ever seen him,” Mitsuki interrupted, the first time since you had started talking. She had asked for clarification on some things, but this was cutting you off. “My son has never brought home girls before that last bitch, and I could tell what a snake she was from the moment she stepped through the door.”

She glanced at the kitchen door, and you knew she could see her son in there.

“He doesn’t need us anymore, his father and me, I mean. He was always such an independent child.”

“He’s always going to need you,” you assured her. “He’s going to call you when he needs advice on wedding rings, on what diapers to get when he has his first child, what to do when that child starts dating. He’s going to call you every time life becomes a little too much for him and he needs someone with more experience. You’re his mother, he’s always going to need you.”

“You say that like you won’t be there,” Mitsuki said, staring at you.

“What?”

“You said, “when he has his first child’. ‘His’, not ‘our’. You’re talking like you think he’ll do those things with someone else. Someone who isn’t you.”

You blinked at her for a moment before you gave a tense laugh. 

“I guess it’s just hard for me to believe that I’m going to be the one he does those things with. I mean, I doubt we’re equal, and he wants someone to be his equal.”

“Trust me sweetheart, he’s going to want to do everything with you, once he gets past the whole emotionally constipated thing,” she said, making you laugh.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you told her, smiling. “Thank you for giving me the chance to explain, ma’am. I know that it’s probably hard for you to trust me after that last girl. I just . . . wanted to tell you that I don’t plan on hurting him. Actually, if it weren’t for the dress, he probably never would’ve figured out we were soulmates.”

“You were seriously never going to tell him?”

“I love your son, and I have for a while,” you admitted quietly. “If he was happy, that was good enough for me. Even if he was happier with someone else.”

“Welcome to the family (Y/F/N),” Mitsuki said, taking your hands in hers.

“Is it safe to enter?” Masaru asked, only half joking.

“It’s safe,” Mitsuki assured them, and both men stuck their heads out.

Bakugou immediately looked at you, concern buried in those eyes.

You smiled at him, letting him know you were okay, your chest warming at the fact that he was worried about you.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Bakugou said.

“Alright,” Mitsuki said, standing up. “Masaru, come help me set the table.”

As soon as they were gone Katsuki was by your side.

“I heard you guys talking,” he murmured, bumping your hand with his.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded, lacing your fingers together gently. “You know you can walk away too, right?”

“Why would I want to do that?” you inquired, cocking your head to the side.

“You’re not the only one questioning if we’re equals,” he admitted.

“Do you want to be with me Katsuki?” you asked. “Like, actually be with me?”

“‘Course I do, otherwise I never would’ve brought you home with me,” he said, hand tightening around yours.

“Good, because I want to be with you. Otherwise I never would’ve come home with you,” you told him. “C’mon, let’s join your parents before they think we’re making out somewhere.”

“My parents were right you know,” he said, making you pause. “I didn’t stop talking about you. I feel the same way you do.”

“I’m gonna pull a Denki here and state a random fact. Scientists have figured out that it only takes about four months to fall in love with someone. And that applies to people you don’t even know,” you told him. “So imagine how easy it would have been for us to fall in love when we already know each other.”

You walked into the dining room, sliding into the spot beside Katsuki, since it was the only one that wasn’t taken.

“So, tell us about yourself, (Y/F/N),” Mitsuki said, laying a hand on her husband’s thigh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Be safe kids!” Masaru called as you and Katsuki headed for the train station.

“We will!” you assured him, smiling. “Do you think they liked me?”

“I think they like you more than they like me,” Katsuki muttered, but you could tell that he was relieved.

“Nah, you’re their son, they’ll always love you more Ka-Bakugou,” you told him, bumping your shoulder with his.

“Did you like them?”

“I think your mother is going to be my new friend,” you told him, smiling up at him.

“Oh fuck, what have I done?” he asked. “You two could end the world.”

“You love us and you know it,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his, laying your head on his shoulder as you walked. “I had a good time tonight Bakugou.”

“Katsuki.”

“Huh?”

“You were gonna call me Katsuki earlier,” he said.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to call me that around people other than my parents.”

“Are you sure?”

“About as sure as I am of this,” he said, touching the Mark on his chest.

“Drama Queen,” you muttered, cheeks flaring with heat.

He smiled at you, a real smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Are you free next weekend?” he inquired.

“Are you really asking me that?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s your answer,” you told him.

[bukojuiice]

rose-colored boy

ೃ pairing: (eren jaeger x fem! reader)

ೃ  tags: college/modern au, fluff, humor, love at first sight cliché, mikasa is your cute little sister, armin, sasha, jean, and connie are your besties, and eren is a himbo who works hard and has terrible friends.

ೃ warnings: strong language and mild suggestive content

ೃ part 1/??? of my (eren x reader) college au!

ೃ word count: 3000 words

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ೃ This is my very first snk x reader fic! so i hope you bear with some errors! qwq 

i’ve been following the anime ever since it was released in 2013, and this is the first time i’m  going to be writing for it.  this month’s manga chapter really took me out so why not channel my sadness thru writing an fluff! eren fic? 🤧 i hope you enjoy either way!

ೃ  please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!)

ೃ  in which (Y/N) (L/N), 20, still in school, and regretfully-unregretfully-her little girl scout sister's assistant, meets eren jaeger in an embarrassing too innocent door-to-door cookie sale whilst a humiliating party was going on.

cookies, suspicious maybe-maybe-not pot brownies, meddling little sisters and friends, “oh my god they were roommates” vine on replay 24/7, homework, tears, and fairy lights bring them together.

“I’m going to enter now.”

“Ahhh yes, please!”

“Shut up, please.” Eren muttered to himself as he tossed and turned around in his bed, but still couldn’t get to sleep. “When will they ever stop doing this?” Why did Eren’s next-door roommate and his girlfriend have to do this five times a day? They had a lot of stamina for 21-year-olds who didn’t have anything better to do.

Eren’s thoughts eventually brought him to his parents.

His parents- did they even exist?

For pretty much 14 years of Eren’s life, they had been out of town or out of the country. His older brother, Zeke, blonde, bespectacled, tall, and sometimes too far up his own ass older brother who Eren is able to confide in from time to time, recently got a girlfriend whom he’s hopelessly in love with (they’re even thinking about getting married which isn’t really a problem since the girl is genuinely nice to his older brother so Eren is good with her.), so… things in the family had been a bit rough and busy to say the least.

Communication with his parents wasn’t always the best.

Eren would study late at night back when he was seven, because no one bothered to help him with homework. Along with the fact that he wasn’t the brightest kid in class, and he knew that very well, but he had ambition and he was determined to make it big in the world. He focused more on sports, particularly Soccer in middle school and high school, and tried to balance that with his studies.  After being granted a Sports Scholarship from Shigashina University, Eren decided to rent and share a flat, living with his batchmates who he met at a mixer party (before Uni started as this whole meet and get to know each other kind of thing) and whom he was so quick to call his ‘friends’, just so that he could get out of the hellhole that was his own house.

But things turned out much worse than expected.

Eren thought that the ‘College Life’ was to focus more on pursuing your future career and make a name for yourself but… it was the other way around.

He thought that after Freshmen year, everyone would take things seriously. Sure, have some drinks, get wasted after finals, or have house parties from time to time. But he was unfortunately, dragged into the wrong crowd. After attending around 5 parties in the first few months of being generalized as one of the infamous and pompous freshman archetypes present in every university, he called it a year and spent the rest of his nights doing homework, projects, playing video games, staying at the school soccer field until 10PM while his roommates were probably smoking crack and not caring about the number of units they needed to take for each of their goddamn subjects.

 He was ~living the life~ and now that he regrets most of the decisions he made in freshman year, the only option that he has left was to wait until his third year and move to a different apartment.  

 Now, here he was, Sophomore year, nearing the end of the semester, and very much eager to get the hell out of here and also study for his upcoming finals on Constitutional Law II, as his professor, Mr. Erwin Smith, was going to throw hands if one of his students score below average on the exam.

 “EREN MICK JAEGER! BROOOO!” Eren winces when he hears the shrieky and annoying voice of his flatmate Thomas Wagner, calling out to him. “Wanna go and party with us?” Eren smiles halfheartedly, shaking his head, “Ah, no thanks. I have a game tomorrow and finals coming up on Thursday.” Thomas smirked and wrapped his arm around Eren, “Oh fuck that, live the college life ya spoon.”

“No, really I have to study.”

Thomas frowned and groaned, “Oh god, you’re such a killjoy. Fine, if that’s what you want. Don’t blame us if we tell you to buy some beer down the block.”

Eren cracked an obviously fake laugh and pushed Thomas away from him, “You’re an ass. That only happened once and that was when we first met. Don’t you even dare try to ask me to buy you shit again.”

“Woah. Woah. Woaaaaaah. That was a joke Eren. Loosen up will you?” Thomas raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the brunette’s sudden aggressiveness. He hums Moves like Jaeger by Maroon 5 as a way to spite Eren whilst passing by him down the staircase.

The brunette shook his head, tying his hair into a bun carelessly and sprinting into his room without uttering another word.

Eren just wanted to study. He really did.

Instead, his roommates, all of them, mind you, were all partying in the lounge and the music was too loud and Eren was too annoyed.

They did manage to bring him out and make him stay in the kitchen where he mindlessly glared at anyone who came in. He sighed and tapped his pen restlessly amongst the insane amount of books on the table.

There was a knock.

His roommate, Floch, came in the kitchen with his girlfriend who Eren couldn’t even name with all the women he has brought into the apartment. She was hanging onto his arm and giggling. Floch’s eyes were red and his speech very slow and lazy. "Eren!" he said with a sly grin.

Eren raised an eyebrow, shooting him an irritated look. "What now Floch? Are you here to tell me to take a shot again?" The ginger-haired’s girlfriend giggled once again and kissed Floch’s cheek. Floch laughed and swatted her away, though he missed by a long shot. "Someone's at the door," a thumb pointing to the den. "wouldchumind ge'in it?" another giggle. The girl nodded sloshily. "Yesss! Erenieee get 'em door, please. Be a dearrrrr."

Eren frowned and stared at them menacingly, earning no reaction from the two as they were mad drunk. "You were just in the den," Floch’s eyes widened. "My lovey wovey-we was in the den?" His girlfriend’s mouth went into an O. "Di'nt notice tha'!"

Eren sighed and stood up. He miraculously got through the throng of bodies and to the front door. "Yes?" he called out exasperated, not knowing who was outside.

"Do you want cookies?"

Eren turned and looked to see a little raven-haired girl, a girl scout no less, a blonde-haired boy pulling on a trolley who looked significantly shorter than him, wearing rimmed glasses, and an overall appearance whom his “friends” would immediately label as a nerd they had to be a few feet away from if they saw him and lastly, a girl who looked very tired and very done with life.

Beautiful (h/c)-colored hair, her eyes looked like the starry night sky, twinkling as he catches her gaze and a smile that looked forced, but warm all the same.  

A girl who was just absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Eren was captivated. His heart was beating like crazy and he could feel his ears turn red. He would make a fool of himself if he looked red as a tomato right now.

"Um," The girl peeked inside and grimaced, squeezing the hand that was her little sister's shoulder and catching Eren’s gaze. "Mikasa, I don't think these kinds of guys would want cookies."

“Unless they're pot cookies,” Eren almost said. Mikasa pouted and widened her eyes at Eren.

The older girl crouched down and frantically covered her little sister’s eyes. "Nopenopenope, Mi, don't pull that on him."

"But (Y/N)!"

(Y/N).

Her name was (Y/N).

Eren smiled sincerely (for the first time today) and leaned back inside to the drawer by the door to grab the extra cash he and his roommates put there for emergency pizza and stuff. "You know what? You're absolutely brilliant at selling cookies. I'll take one."

Mikasa smiled back at him cheekily and tugged her older sister’s hand. "See, (Y/N)?! He wants some! Go get 'em!”

The raven-haired girl then turned to the blonde teen, practically jumping up and down. “Armin look! We sold another one!"

“We did!” The boy who was apparently named Armin, clapped his hands together, then gave the little girl a high five. “You’re a natural at this Mikasa!”

(Y/N) looked at Eren, then Mikasa, and sighed. She grabbed a bag from the trolley Armin was dragging around and pulled out a box of cookies. Eren grabbed them slowly from her, their hands almost touching as he gave (Y/N) a small smile. The (h/c) girl blushed lightly, though not visible enough for the brunette to notice.

"Hope to see you again!" Eren called out when the siblings said their thank you's and bid farewell.

And, this time, even for the slightest moment, Eren’s serotonin levels were going straight through the roof. His heart was still beating loudly, almost in sync with the trash music his roommates were blaring on the speakers. and for a moment, even just for a moment. 

He felt genuine happiness that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

 The three of you continue to walk animatedly, now that the coast was clear and the guy from earlier wasn’t within earshot, your blonde friend just had to break the silence.

 Armin smiles, pushing his glasses up to the crook of his nose. “(Y/N), you did see how he looked at you right?” The blonde chuckles softly, catching his best friend off guard.

 You blinked. “Him?” You try to stop yourself from smiling, blushing profusely. “Geez Armin, I don’t even know his name yet.”

 “I’ll bet you 100 bucks that he goes to our Uni.”

 “Even if he does, it’s not like we’ll talk to him or anything. Judging from the place he lives in and the people he was hanging out with, we’re in two completely different worlds.” You shook your head in denial, holding Mikasa’s hand, your interlocked arms swinging playfully. Armin gives you a knowing look in response.

 Mikasa continued to wave back at the boy whom they had just sold cookies too. (Y/N) looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Wasn’t he nice (Y/N)?” Mikasa asks her older sister. (Y/N) returned her sister a small smile, “He was.”

 "I hope we see him again!"

"I'm sure we will."

 The day of Eren’s dreaded finals finally arrive.

He has prepared tirelessly for this. Hours upon hours of hard work. But, before he finally gets his well-deserved sleep, he has a few more hours to cram and absorb more knowledge for his exams.

So, what better way to do so than head straight to the library as soon as it opens at 6 AM?

This time, no one was going to bother him. No annoying roommates and no distractions.

Eren heads over to a table near the coffee and snack machines. He puts down his bag on a seat next to him, and begins to study once again. Looking through the course materials and the lessons that he still didn’t quite understand. Eren was so absorbed with studying and relying on his gut feeling that no other student in this university would think of going to the library at 6 AM on the day of finals… then he’s wrong. Very wrong. 

 “Sasha, should you even be eating mashed potato this early in the morning?” Armin asks the brunette worriedly, a huge tone of concern in his voice.

“Armin! Don’t chu worry! I ate heavy breakfast! Bacon, Eggs, and Toast! Did you not see me in the kitchen!?” She reassures her blonde friend, continuing to scoop up the mashed potato on a reusable cup.

“Liar.” Connie hissed, narrowing his eyes. “I was awake since 4 AM. Not once did I see you sneak into the kitchen until (Y/N) woke you up.”

“Atatata. Can we… stop with the negative vibes for a second?” Jean tries to become the mediator by holding his hands up against his two friends who were about to start an argument. “It’s finals week. We have to keep a clear mind, body and soul-“

“Jean, you know that’s BS.” You yawn widely, still practically half-asleep.

“Oh, come on! Can’t you just let me be positive just this once!? If we fail this exam I’m going to blame you!“

The five of you continue to talk mindlessly on the way to the library. Connie pushes the glass door open, very much excited to have this huge library all to yourselves.

Until…

There was someone already there.

Your eyes immediately come into contact with Eren’s. His radiant jade eyes staring into yours, mouth practically agape, his hands holding on to wooden chopsticks as the hot air of instant ramen breezes through his face.

“Oh?” Connie blinks. “Guess we aren’t the first ones here then.” He whistles.

“(Y/N)!” Armin nudges you in the arm in an attempt to tease you. “Guess your wish came true huh? We did see him again! By himself too!”

“W-what am I supposed to do exactly?” You turn to Armin, speaking in a hushed whisper.  

“Say thank you to him! Offer him to go on a boba date or something!”

“You got the Sasha seal of approval (Y/N)! He’s hot!” Sasha motions you a thumbs up and you can’t help but feel yourself already wanting to die of embarrassment.

The four of them slightly push you towards his table. With your friends cornering you like this, there was no way of escaping this.

All you had to do was talk to him and properly thank him for buying cookies from your little sister.

That was it.

No need for any extra ad-libs or poor and bad attempts of flirtation.

Just thank him (Y/N).

You can do this.

You breathe a hefty sigh then approach his table with confidence. The brunette continues to look up at you whilst turning the page of his reviewer that he wasn’t even looking at.

“Hi again! I just wanted to thank you properly for helping my sister and I, out the other day. Mikasa really appreciated the gesture you did for her, and she couldn’t stop talking about you to our parents since we saw you. You see, none of the other girl scouts want to be paired up with my sister because they think she’s an emotionless and monotonous freak. They’re really mean to her but she really wants to continue being a girl scout so my friend and I accompany her whenever she has to sell cookies!”

“It’s N-no problem!” Eren quickly replies, running a hand through his hair. “Why would they say such horrible things to your sister like that? Judging from the way she acted in front of me, she was quite the opposite. In a positive way of course! Those kids are just assholes who are intimidated because another girl their age is seemingly better than them.”

You giggle in response. “Thank you. I’ll tell Mikasa that you said that!” 

There was short silence for a few seconds until you realized that you forgot to say something. 

“Ah! I’m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way!”

“Eren.” He smiles, reaching his hand out to you for you to shake. You grip his strong and calloused hand firmly, and Eren could feel his ears turning red again while you were about to blush as red as a tomato.

You hear your friends snickering in the background and you took this as a sign to go back to your table. “I guess, I’ll see you around campus?” You ask, tilting your head. For, you actually really wanted to see him again after this.

“Yea! I’ll be seeing you!” He grins widely, watching you leave where he was seated. His smile then envelops into a frown as soon as you went away then he goes back to studying.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Connie whispers loudly, calling you over by waving his hand. Why was this dunce being so painfully obvious? “Ask him if he’s looking for an apartment or if he wants to live with us!”

“Already!?” You ask in disbelief, a bit shocked by what Connie had just said. He scoots to the left, as you take a seat between him and Sasha. “Guys, you’ve known him for like… 3 minutes. Only Armin and I actually interacted with him before this.”

“He has to pass the vibe check first.” Jean shrugs, sipping on an iced expresso. “But, yeah, he does seem alright from a few feet away.”

“Come on (Y/N)! Ask him!” Sasha nods approvingly. “It’s weird that he’s studying alone like this while we’re in another table trying to remain unaware that he looks lonely as hell.”

“UMmMM… maybe he wants to study alone because that’s the only way he can focus? That’s a thing that normal people do, Sasha.” You remark sarcastically, trying to think up of more reasons to not approach him again.

Armin clears his throat, “Look, (Y/N), it won’t hurt to try right? Besides, don’t you feel a tiny bit sorry for him? He does seem lonely and you do have a crush on him so… more ways to interact with him right?”

Your shoulders slump and you breathe a defeated sigh. “Okay okay fine.” You make your way to Eren’s table again but before you do, you turn to your friends. “By the way, I don’t really have a crush on him just yet. I just find him cute okay?”

“Yeah yeah.” They say in unison as you continue to walk back to the brunette’s table.

“Hi again Eren!” You wave and try your best not to fumble or look painfully obvious that you were infatuated by him. He looks up and you try your best not to smile like a weirdo.

“Hm?” He hums.

“Would you like to come over to our table and study with us?”

To be continued.

[razorblade180]

RWBY Vol8 Finale Review

Okay so I just wanna say right away that this review would’ve been out sooner, but the ending credit song is watch pushed me over the edge and made me cry. So I’m little drained.

Of course the episode starts off with Salem finally coming back. Honestly I’m shocked. She’s only been gone for a little over an hour I believe. That’s way faster than I thought considering the blast she was hit with.

90% of this episode is fighting which I’m perfectly happy with, so breaking down scenes is a little scarce and far apart. But I will say I like a bunch of the fighting. I thought James’s gun was stupid, but then he swung while detaching one pistol to pistol whip Winter and I’ll admit it, I said “yoooo!”

Okay...the Ace Ops stuff is probably the biggest thing I’m “meh” on. I totally get what they’re going for and I’m actually one of the few people who likes Harriet, but this scene fell pretty flat for me. We barely see the Ace Ops interact with one another that isn’t them threatening RWBY or talking about following orders. Like I never had any doubts that they do in fact care about each other beyond a coworker level but the show didn’t really show that. It would’ve been nice if despite them saying they aren’t friends several times, CRWBY added gentler moments with one another.

Like if Harriet calms Elm down on the way to to whale, Vine senses Marrow’s uneasiness and pulls him aside to tell him that he’ll watch Marrow’s back and they’ll talk when the job is done. It could’ve been neat if Harriet was about to move and scream Marrow’s name right before Ironwood shoots, but Winter was a step ahead. Just little things like that to show these characters really do value one another and don’t actually buy the crap their selling about being completely professional. Plenty of real life military soldiers will tell you that like it or not, it is impossible not to learn the life of their teammates and essentially become family when they’re overseas. Even if they don’t necessarily like a certain individual.

I actually didn’t expect Cinder to betray Neo this episode until Neo fell off the ledge. I thought we were building to Cinder valuing having people as teammates to raise hell instead of looking at them as pawns. To an extent she still does, but I guess it’s more of she has to work well with people and use actual teamwork in general, not with specific individuals. Power of teamwork yes. Power of friendship, no....

Cinder gets bonus points in my book for doing what most don’t, cut Blake’s ribbon! I’m so used to anime tropes letting heroes recover that I wasn’t expecting a genuine good play.

So I’ve said she was going to die ever since she came back, then I said it when she hacked, and one more time she was human. I never had faith she’d make it through the volume. So when I tell that it still broke my heart to see this. I never wanted her go. Penny is like my second favorite character. I’m a bit surprised Cinder didn’t get the power. This is the second time she’s nabbed Penny. I would assume she has at least a bit of the power though.

Winter really did become the Winter maiden. We were right from the start. I do like that Penny choosing how she wanted to die and who to give the powers to mirrors Winter’s conversation with Weiss in V7 a bit about being roped into something but still gaining the control to actually choose how go about the situation by deciding the terms.

Skipping ahead a bit because once again, I was just floored by the fights. Next real thing that really hit me hard was so many people think other people are dead for varying reasons, and only some of them are true. I do not know how Ren and Nora especially are going to cope with hearing Jaune fell. That’s their second teammate. Out of those two, Oscar, and Emerald, I don’t think any want to or fit to lead as a new team of four. Maybe Nora really will step up and kick off the active part of her self discovery. Then there’s Winter. Maybe she’ll keep them together. If anything I hope her and Whitley finally have this genuine moment because they think they lost their sister. And who knows, maybe to a certain level Jacques dying as well conflicts them in a way because they didn’t love him but it’s still a shock he’s dead. Like I’m pretty sure for Whitley at least that the hate for his father didn’t run deep enough to wish him dead. Pietro is gonna die of broken heart and I don’t know how Qrow or Tai will react. Hopefully Raven gets involved.

Not gonna lie, I thought the crash was anticlimactic and Ironwood among others could still be alive, but then the rushing water came....

I am shocked nobody actually killed James. Pretty sure he’s dead though. Just like how Arthur burned to death which is by far the most unsettling thing this show has done period. Even though the villains lost members, it doesn’t really feel like they lost at all. Especially when the ones who died were killed by their own people basically.

All in all I really liked this finale. I’m relieved the reason team RWBY fell wasn’t because they jumped after Yang because that’s not risk people should take and would be a middle finger to everyone they leave behind. Wasn’t expecting Jaune to fall. That’s nuts. Not mad about it. Now he has to explain to Ruby that he personally stabbed Penny on request. Like good lord, he’s not going to cope. The only saving grace I personally have is CRWBY might be nice to me and the path towards comforting certain characters may lead down a path with Lancaster or Whiteknight at the end of it. I’m not gonna hold my breath. Can’t believe we lost Nuts n Dolts twice...

Also Neo might wanna kill Cinder more than Ruby now.

[emeralddaydream]

𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙸𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙾𝚏?

Kit x GN!Reader

Rating: General

Word Count: 2848

Warnings: None, just lots of fluff✨

Requested by Anon: Mayhaps prompt 84 (“No, Mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”) with Kit Walker, but instead he's talking to Jude, Thomas, and Julia. Kit had been dating you for a while and he accidentally had let it slip that he loves you to his family (they all tease him about it constantly). You were planning on visiting later (so everyone could go to the park together or do some other adorable activity) and Kit just knows that someone is going to tell you, and he is trying desperately to avoid that

A/N: Okay, firstly, anon, thank you so much for your lovely message. I haven't been too kind to myself lately (workin' on it), so I really appreciate you being so understanding💜

I kind of went off the rails with this one, and it doesn't actually include the prompt sentence, and the prompt itself is a lil different, but same basic idea, I think... I really hope you like it!!

Also, Jude is healthy bc I refuse to make this angsty.

The title comes from 'I Think I Love You' by The Partridge Family, and on that note, I'm also dedicating this to one of my favorite humans. She's not really into AHS, but David Cassidy is her mans, so Sierra, this one's for you!! Thank you for always being a wonderful friend💜💕

“Jude, I need your help.”

In general, Kit Walker considers himself to be a pretty easy-going guy; usually, there isn't much that gets to him. But today’s different. There’s something that he’s simultaneously ecstatic about and dreading.

Today's the day you’ll be meeting his family for the first time.

“With?” Jude’s smirking amusedly where she sits across from him at the kitchen table sorting dish ware and arranging it carefully in the picnic basket in front of her. Kit glances at the clock on the wall and sighs; he's got just over an hour before he, Jude and the kids are supposed to meet you at the park, and he couldn’t be much more anxious about it if he tried... Not for nothing, though.

“I just wanna make sure today goes well.” He finishes wrapping the sandwich in his hand, placing it in the basket to join the plates.

“And you don’t think it will?” Jude raises an eyebrow; she may be a particularly perceptive woman, but it isn't very difficult to see that there's something Kit isn't saying.

His mind drifts for a moment to the other night, when he and Jude sat in the living room, chatting quietly after the kids had gone to sleep. She’d asked about you, and before Kit knew it, he was spilling his guts to her, finally speaking the words he’s been unable to say to you. It’d felt amazing to finally get them out... until he noticed Julia peaking around the door frame, brown eyes trained on he and Jude She scurried off, giggling quietly down the hall, and when he asked her about it the next day, it was clear to Kit that his daughter had heard the entire conversation. And it didn’t need to be said that she had told Thomas; the two of them have never kept anything from each other in their lives…

“I hope it does.” Kit replies after several moments of silence. He’s not at all concerned about whether or not you’ll get along with his family. There’s no doubt in his mind that Jude will be taken, and the kids are going to adore you. “I just need help makin’ sure they don’t say anything.” He glances toward the two small figures in the next room where they lie on the floor, markers in hand as they draw colorful pictures and fill out puzzles from the day-old newspaper Jude had provided to keep them occupied.

“About?” Jude's smirk grows into a playful grin. She’s having fun with this; a little too much, in Kit’s opinion. He scowls and she laughs quietly.

“About... y’know?”

“About how you love them?” Jude’s voice carries into the next room a bit too loudly for Kit’s liking, and his eyes go wide. He places a finger to his lips, eyes darting to the children to make sure they’re still distracted; so far, so good.

“Yes.”

“Well, when are you going to tell her? You’re not getting any younger, y’know.” Kit's unable to stop the smile that breaks across his face.

“Soon. I just… need to find the right moment.”

“There’s no such thing as the right moment, Walker," she chortles, rolling a bundle of silverware into a napkin. “But…I’ll do my best.” Kit smiles gratefully, but she shakes her head continuing. “But they’re kids. Kids'll say whatever they want to.” Knowing she's right, Kit groans, running a hand through his hair before feeling around in the pocket of his jeans for his pack of cigarettes.

He's in for an interesting day.

——

The worn wood of the bench feels rough under your fingers as you tap against it anxiously. You take a quick peak to your right again, in search of the vehicle you’re waiting for. It’s a big day. In just- you glance down at your watch for the fifth time – two and a half minutes, your boyfriend is supposed to arrive with his family.

It terrifies you.

It’s not that you have any issues with kids. You love them. Becoming a parent has always been a part of the plan for you. However, you don’t have much experience with them and, this is the first time you’ve ever been with someone with children of their own. It’s... intimidating.

Kit, however, has been nothing but reassuring. A small smile crosses your face, thinking of the last thing he’d said to you when he'd called last night. Don’t worry, babe. They’re gonna love you.

God, you hope he’s right.

Kit’s told you so much about his kids over the last several months the two of you have been together, and you can tell by the warmth in his voice, by the way his eyes light up when he tells you something funny one of them did, that they are his world. As they should be. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

There's absolutely no doubt in your mind that you've fallen head over heels for this man... That’s what's so frightening; you don’t want to screw anything up. For anyone's sake.

You’re in the middle of reciting some of the things Kit had told you about the kids- ‘Julia’s really into football right now, a little chatterbox, and Thomas loves readin’, but he’s pretty shy’- when you hear tires making their way along the narrow dirt road. Turning your head again, your stomach flips when you see the familiar station wagon- much fuller with people than normal- pull into the small parking lot. You smile, raising your hand in a wave when Kit sees you, and swallow hard.

The driver’s door quickly opens, and Kit makes his way over, basket in hand. The passenger, Jude, stays behind to help the kids out of their seats.

“Hey, you.” Kit murmurs, a smile on his face as he leans down to press a tender kiss to your cheek.

“Hi.” With a shaky breath, you take your bottom lip between your teeth when he pulls back. With a sympathetic smile, Kit takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“They’re gonna love you,” he reminds, and you huff a laugh. Julia begins speaking excitedly as she hops out of the car; you can’t make out what she’s saying, but she sounds enthusiastic, so you’re taking that as a good sign.

“If you say so.” You grip his hand more tightly and he chuckles as the two of you make your way toward the sound of the animated voice.

Now or never.

“Y/N!” You jump at the sound, completely taken off guard- even more so when something barrels into you, wrapping around your waist. You look down to see the small girl- the one that you recognize from the many pictures Kit has shown you -beaming up at you. Kit laughs, scooping her up into his arms as Jude moves to stand in front of the three of you. Thomas hangs onto her hand, hiding behind her dress.

“Y/N, this is Jude, Thomas, and you’ve already met Julia.” He shakes his head, tickling his daughter’s ribs until she’s leaning into him, in a fit of giggles.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all,” you say, hoping the smile on your face doesn’t come across as uneasy.

“We could say the same to you. This one,”- she gestures to Kit- “is talking about you constantly.” You smile widely at this, eyes moving to Kit to find his cheeks turning rosy.

“Oh, really?”

“Uh-huh!” Julia chimes in, Thomas slowly nodding his agreement.

“Oh, you.” You nudge Kit’s arm gently, and his eyes shift quickly back and forth between the children. Jude lets out a trill of laughter then, taking Julia’s hand in hers.

“Why don’t we find somewhere to sit? I’m sure we’re all getting hungry.” The kids agree enthusiastically, taking off in a sprint toward a nearby gazebo where several tables sit. “Hey, slow it down, you two!” Jude calls, following them.

You turn to Kit, who brings your hand to his lips, placing a kiss there; there’s something about his expression that you can’t quite place, but he seems happy, so you’re happy. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says, letting your hands fall and dangle together as the two of you slowly make your way to the table where the children sit, awaiting their lunch. Julia laughs beckoning the two of you over, and there’s a shy little smile on Thomas’ face. Your nerves are slowly fading, and you let out a breathy sigh, smiling up at him.

“I’m glad I’m here, too.”

--

The meal is fantastic, and by the time you’re wiping your mouth on your napkin and placing it down on the empty plate in front of you, you can hardly remember why you were so panicky about this meeting in the first place. The food is delicious, Jude accepting your compliments on her potato salad graciously. The two of to you discuss your job, her asking about the intricacies of what you do. Not in a prying way, though; she seems genuinely interested.

It’s not long before the kids take to you, either. Julia already has, it seems, as she insists on sitting across from you while you eat. She tells lots of stories; everything from the science project she and Kit have been working on for school, to the time that Jude took her and Thomas to the zoo.; you find out that hippos are her favorite animal. “Isn’t it so cute when they wiggle their ears??” she asks.

Thomas takes a bit more coaxing, but not much; not when you decide to ask him what his favorite book is. His eyes light up and he brings up several, speaking excitedly about a chapter from the one he's currently in the middle of.

“Daddy, can we play now?” Julia asks, setting her fork down; she bounces around like she’s ready to jump out of her seat, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Sure,” Kit chuckles, placing his empty glass of iced tea on the table. I’m just gonna use the bathroom real quick, but go onnahead.” He stands, patting your shoulder. Shooting what he hopes is a discreet glance Jude's way, he moves toward the small bathroom stalls a few yards away.

Jude laughs, a soft smile on her face, watching as Julia moves to cling to your arm. “Alright, Thomas, it. looks like it’s you and me. What do you wanna do first?” She takes the small boy’s hand, and he leads them in the direction of the sandbox.

Julia glances around, and when she sees that everyone’s out of earshot, she leans into you, bringing a hand to her mouth to ask, “Y/N, can I tell you a secret?”

Her over-exaggerated whisper and enthusiasm make you giggle, and you nod. “Sure.”

She climbs into the seat beside you, leaning in closer to speak into your ear. “My daddy loves you.”

You’re quiet for several seconds, having absolutely no idea how to respond. You look down at her, eventually stuttering out, “O-oh… really? How do you know that?” You're half expecting a nonsensical answer, but when she opens her mouth, the young girl is serious.

“I heard him and Nana talking about it the a couple'a nights ago when I got out of bed for a drink of water.” She grins up at you. “…But I can just tell.”

“H-how can you tell?”

She shrugs. "He smiles when he talks about you." Her answer is so simple, so pure, and it holds so much meaning; you're sure there's a dopey grin growing on your face right now.

“Well, your dad’s pretty great. And I think you’re pretty great, Julia.” Her smile grows impossibly wider as she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you into a tight hug. You hold her tiny frame and are on cloud nine when you spot Kit closing the door to the restroom behind him; when he sees the two of you still sitting there, he makes his way over.

Kit chuckles to himself, overcome with joy when he walks out of the bathroom to see you holding Julia in an embrace, smiles on both of your faces. He walks slowly toward you, silently praying that his daughter hasn’t said anything she shouldn’t have. So much for Jude’s help… Should'a known better. He glances at his friend, sitting on the edge of the sandbox with his son. Jude looks up, smirking, and he rolls his eyes at her.

Nevertheless, he’s decided. It has to be now.

“What’re you two doin’ over here?” He places a warm hand on your arm as he stands behind you, appraising his daughter. “Jules, I thought you wanted to play? You’ve been sayin’ how excited you were for the jungle gym all week.” Julia’s small legs swing back and forth as she watches her father, with a shrug.

“I wanted to talk to Y/N first.”

“Well, we can keep talking while we play, then,” you decide, standing quickly, but Kit grabs your hand, stilling you.

“Actually, I wanna talk to you about somethin’ real quick.” His voice is low in your ear, and he watches his daughter tensely.

“Oh, o-okay.” Your eyes move to Julia and you smile. “Why don’t you go down the slide a few times, and I’ll be over there in a minute?”

“Okay!” The little girl jumps from her spot, sprinting toward concrete of the playground.

“Be careful!” Kit shouts after her. With a chuckle, he takes his previous seat and pats the one beside him. You smile happily, leaning your head on his shoulder when you move next to him.

“They’re really great, Kit. All of them.”

Kit smiles proudly, watching as Jude helps Thomas make some sort of sculpture in the sand. “They are,” he agrees with a nod. “Jude likes you. The kids really like you.”

“I’m so glad.” You sigh in relief, turning to meet his gaze. “I was so worried they’d all hate me.”

“How could they?” he asks, leaning in to place a sweet peck to your lips. You smile against his mouth, your own tingling as he pulls back. You can’t help but glimpse toward playground to see if the kids have noticed. They’re still preoccupied, but Jude’s noticed; she sends you a wink and your cheeks grow warm. Seeing the exchange, Kit scowls playfully, waving a hand at her. She laughs, turning back to the sandy masterpiece Thomas is working diligently on.

“So,” Kit begins... Deep breath. “There’s somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ to talk to you about.”

“Okay.” Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. “What’s up?” …Could it be?

“It’s something I’ve wanted to say for a while, actually. He’s looking at his hands as he says this, biting down on his bottom lip when his gaze finally meets yours. “I haven’t felt this way about anyone in… a long time. Not since...” He trails off, but you know he’s thinking of the kid’s mothers, so you nod in understanding. “Honestly it’s a little scary, but I think I- I mean, I know I-“ He cuts himself off, and takes a deep breath, shaking his head slowly. “Christ. I dunno why this is so hard, I just…” He sighs deeply.

“…Kit?”

“Yeah?”

“…I love you, too.”

“You… you love m- wait, what?” His eyes grow wide, and he groans after a moment, knowing exactly who the culprit is. “Julia told you?” You can't help but laugh quietly, nodding your confirmation. “I shoulda known. My little blabbermouth.” A wistful smile grows on his face, and the amount of adoration you feel for this man in this moment is staggering.

“So… it’s true, then?” you ask, taking one of his hands in both of yours.

He nods, smiling as he leans in to press his forehead to yours. “I love you, Y/N. I do.” His voice is hardly above a whisper, but it feels like a shout; a declaration. Your returning smile is bright, certainly one of the best Kit’s ever seen- one he’s sure he’ll remember for the rest of his life -and when you wrap your arms around his neck, his own widens further, the muscles in his face beginning to ache, but he couldn't care less.

“I love you, Kit Walker. So much.” You move in for a kiss of your own; it’s short, but full of more meaning than any you’ve ever had.

Pulling back, you pat his knee gently. You stand from your seat, offering a hand out to him. “C’mon. Earlier, I promised Julia I’d watch her on the monkey bars.” Kit laughs, taking your hand and slinging an arm around your waist once he’s standing. You make your way to where the girl is currently whizzing down the largest slide in the park, squealing with laughter. Glancing at the sandbox, you see Jude eyeing you, a knowing smirk on her face; you blush, but smile back.

Right here, right now, moving toward the laughter of Kit’s loving family, there isn’t a sliver of doubt in your mind that this is meant to be.

This is where you belong.

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[dont-you-dare-imagine]

Can I get an imagine where the reader meets lila, and even tho she knows she's a liar and manipulative she knows there might be a reason behind it and she tries to befriend lila to break down her walls and be the friend lila always needed since everyone hates her, reader gets backlash for being friends with lila. Especially from marinette but lila hold reader close since reader is the only one who believes in her and gives her a chance even after everything she has done?

A Second Chance

summary: just the request!

words: 2.2k (my longest yet!)

warnings: she/her pronouns used and female reader implied, talks of bullying, mentions of lunch and eating, marinette is kind of out of character but eh, being sad, but happy ending kind of. you’ll see what i mean. if there’s anything i missed please let me know!

^^also if you catch any spelling errors or anything like that!

a/n: i really am so sorry that it took me so long to get to this. i currently have two more requests that i’m going to try and get out by the end of the week. i did get rid of a few requests, so if what you sent in isn’t one of the next 2 works i put out, i’m super sorry. i just wanted to have a clean inbox and had to get rid of the things that i just couldn’t motivate myself to write. i really hope you guys understand. i’ve just had writers block and be super busy. anyways: i hope you guys enjoy! it’s the longest work that i’ve posted so far!

also yes i am posting this at 1:30am :)

Y/N had just moved to Paris a couple of weeks ago, and had just started settling into her new school. She didn’t really have any good friends yet, but she was starting to get more comfortable with the people in her home room class. She especially liked a girl named Marinette, and wanted to be better friends with her. She seemed super nice and they shared similar interests. Y/N was getting good grades, retaining the information, and became more confident. She was just overall happy with how things were going for her right now.

They say it isn’t truly high school without a challenge, but Y/N didn’t think that she’d have many issues at this school. Everyone around her seemed really kind, the work was fairly easy, and at first things didn’t seem super eventful. Well, aside from having super-heroes, and akumas, and a super villain, etc. But everyone told her that she’d get used to it eventually.

One day during lunch break, everyone was crowded around the front entrance of the school. Y/N wondered what everyone was doing, so she went over to the crowd to check things out. She slowly but surely maneuvered her way to the front of the crowd, and was a little surprised to see what seemed to be a normal girl. Not a celebrity or anything special, just a regular student. She hadn’t seen this girl before, so maybe not even that. Maybe she was just visiting. Then, the girl started talking to the people in the front of the crowd.

“Yes! Prince Ali asked me to come live with him in the palace. Of course, I didn’t accept. I just couldn’t leave all of my fellow students here without me!” Y/N immediately thought that this girl was delusional. She listened for a minute longer, but the girl’s story was getting super boring and repetitive. After a couple of seconds Y/N just couldn’t take it any longer, and went to lunch normally. As soon as she reached the cafeteria, she spotted Marinette at the table she usually sat at. She approached Marinette and asked if she could sit with her.

“Of course! I was actually waiting for you to show up. I know this is where you usually sit, not in like a creepy stalker way, but yeah! I figured it was a good place to wait. What took you so long?” she asked as she tilted her head, a look of confusion on her face. Y/N replied, “Oh, some girl claiming that Prince Ali wants her to live in the palace with him was rotting people’s brains with her obviously fake story near the front entrance. Seriously, how do people buy that crap? It’s like they just brainlessly listened to whatever she was saying. It’s-“

“Wait, wait, wait. did the girl have straight, brown hair, with bangs? Probably wearing orange with polka dots? Green eyes?” Marinette cut Y/N off. “Yeah, sounds accurate. Why?” Y/N questioned. Marinette rolled her eyes and appeared to be frustrated and annoyed. “Lila’s back from her ‘stress relieving vacation’ with the royal family!” Marinette said the last part in a high pitched voice, batting her eyelashes, and holding her hands together by her face, obviously mocking the girl. “Lila?” Y/N asked. “Yeah, she’s a student here. She’s in our home room actually. I swear, she can’t speak one sentence without lying. It’s a serious issue. It’s just so frustrating to see people eat up everything she says like they’ll never eat again.”

After lunch, Marinette and Y/N went back to Ms. Bustier’s classroom. They found their seats, and waited for the class to start. Suddenly, Y/N remembered that Marinette said Lila was in this class too. She didn’t see her, so maybe Marinette had gotten it wrong. She sure hoped so. From what Marinette had been saying about her, Lila didn’t seem like a nice person at all. She just seemed annoying and rude, not someone Y/N wanted to be around. Just as Y/N began to relax, thinking that Lila surely wasn’t in her class, the last group of people walked in. And guess who was in the middle of the small crowd, probably sharing more of their far fetched tales? Lila.

As soon as everyone was in their seats, Lila started talking louder so people could hear what she was saying. Everyone quieted down, as if they were eager to listen.

“Yes! Sometimes I wonder why I said no to the offer, since everything is so wonderful there! The architecture, the food, the people, the plants and animals... but then I remember how amazing you all are, and I remember why I’m needed back here in Paris!”

“Please...” Y/N said quietly to herself. “Are people really buying this crap?” She thought. She looked across the classroom to see Marinette getting visibly angry.

Y/N gestured for her to calm down, but it was too late. Mari had had it. “Lila, would you just do us all a favor and shut up?!!” Marinette raised her voice on the last part, which startled everyone a little. Even Ms. Bustier. “Alright, alright class. Settle down. We’re going to begin class now. Marinette, please don’t raise your voice again.” The teacher warned. “Yes ma’am.” Marinette responded, and then slumped in her seat. Y/N looked up at Lila, and noticed that she looked upset. Like, genuinely sad. Not “oh everyone look at me I need all the attention cause I’m sad.” She looked like she was really hurt. Y/N wondered if maybe lying isn’t all there was to Lila. Maybe she just needed someone to listen. Maybe Y/N was just too nice. But her mind was already made up. After school today, she was going to talk to Lila and see if she could get anywhere.

The bell had just rung, and everyone was gathering their things. Y/N started walking out of her last period, when she spotted Lila sitting by herself on a bench.

Y/N took a deep breath, and then slowly approached Lila. As soon as Y/N got there, Lila looked like she was ready to gather her things and get up and leave. “Wait!” Y/N called. Lila looked back and then started to put her things back down. “What do you want? I’ve kind of had a long day and I’m about ready to be done with it.” She said angrily. “I’m Y/N. I’m new here, and I’m in Ms. Bustier’s class with you. I was there when Marinette shouted at you today, and I just thought you looked upset and might need someone to talk to. I know you probably have your own friends and stuff that could listen but I just wanted to let you know that I could listen if you want me to.” She took a breath after finishing her fast-spoken, rambly sentence.

“To be completely honest, I don’t have many friends.” Lila said looking more sad and upset than angry. “You seemed pretty popular during lunch. And at the beginning of class earlier today.” Y/N said, now sitting down on the same bench as Lila. “That’s popularity for you. Those people just listen to what I have to say because everyone else does. They aren’t my friends.” Lila said, almost hurt by her own words. “Those things you were saying today, were they really true? Not to be rude, but they were a little out there.” Lila took a deep breath and then started speaking again. “They were half true. I did visit the Prince’s country, and everything really was beautiful, but the truth is I never even came in contact with the royal family.” Lila sighed, and looked at the ground. “You’re probably gonna go and tell everyone now, right? Tell them I’m just a liar? I bet you’re just like Marinette aren’t you? Little miss perfect going to snitch on someone just for wanting some attention. Well people listen to me more than they listen to you, so you better watch what you say!” She was now standing, right in front of Y/N, all up in her face. Lila started to tear up a little. Y/N noticed this, and was quick to stand up herself and put a hand on Lila’s shoulder. “I wasn’t gonna tell anyone. No need to get defensive. You seem really upset. I feel like this is about more than just what Marinette said today.”

Lila took Y/N’s hand off of her and sat back down. Y/N quickly sat on the bench too. “I’m sorry, I’m just... I don’t get a lot of attention or approval anywhere but school. It’s almost like I’m forced to come up with all of these fairytales of what I wish my life was, just so people listen for at least a few seconds. I just wanna feel liked. And I don’t get that anywhere but here. Sorry, sorry. I know you don’t wanna hear my full life story.” Lila gave a sad little laugh and took a breath, before starting up again. “I really do need to find some friends, don’t I?” She was once again looking at the ground, but after she finished speaking she started to look up at Y/N.

“Then let’s be friends. On one condition...” Y/N said. “You need to cut back on the lying. Especially the ones that hurt people. Marinette was telling me a little about you at lunch today, and most of what I heard wasn’t good. The things you say matter. They have power and people pay attention when you speak. You can use that power for good instead of bad.” Lila giggled a little. “You know you sounded really cheesy, right?” Y/N started laughing herself. “Just a little cheesy. Now come on, it’s getting late. They probably won’t let us stay in the building for much longer.” Lila checked her phone and saw that Y/N was right. School ended at 3pm, and it was going on 3:30. They picked up their belongings, and walked out the school. They waved goodbye, and both went home knowing that this was the start of a good friendship.

Weeks passed. Lila hadn’t spread a hurtful rumor since her initial conversation with Y/N, and things were going great with lying in general. Sure it still happened here and there, but not nearly as much as it used to. Y/N wasn’t getting along very good with Marinette nowadays, but she decided that it was for the better. Marinette had her friends, and didn’t need Y/N the way that Lila did. One day, Y/N overheard Marinette talking about Lila to a small group that consisted of Nino, Alya, and Mylene. Y/N walked over, just to see what was going on. “Hey guys! What are you talking about?” She asked, as if she hadn’t already been listening for a minute. “Oh, nothing, just your new little friend over there.” Marinette said as she rolled her eyes, and gestured towards where Lila was laughing with a small group of people. “I honestly don’t understand why you guys don’t like her. Once you get to know her, she really isn’t that bad.” Y/N defended her new friend. “Please Y/N, we all know you’re only friends with her because no one else is. Face it, she’s a bad person. All she ever does is lie, manipulate, and hurt people. You should just end it now before she hurts you too. Honestly, she-“

“You know what Marinette? Maybe Lila just genuinely didn’t know better. Have you been paying attention the passed couple of weeks? They’ve actually been trying to be kind and making friends. Maybe she hasn’t been the best in that past, but you need to grow up and move on! Seriously, what are we, 10? Look around! Just over there people are laughing and having a normal conversation with her. She isn’t lying, she isn’t being rude, she’s just laughing and having fun! Maybe if you gave her a chance, took the time to get to know her, and stopped being so closed minded, you’d see that she’s really a cool and fun and interesting person. Even when she isn’t lying! Just get over yourself already, okay?” Marinette was shocked, and a couple people nearby who had stopped to listen were shocked too. One of those people being Lila. Y/N just kind of slowly walked away, hoping that not too many people noticed.

Later in the day between class periods, Y/N was walking when all of a sudden they felt someone hug her from behind. She looked back and realized that it was Lila, and she was smiling. Y/N turned around and Lila let go, only to hug them again from the front. “What’s got you so happy?” Y/N questioned. “I heard what you said earlier. It’s really all because of you. I’ve never had a friend like you before. I’ve never had a true and real friend. Thank you so much for giving me a chance.” Lila said. There wasn’t a trace of any lie in that sentence. Lila was so grateful for Y/N, and Y/N was equally as grateful for Lila. They both needed each other so that they could discover what a true friend really is.

andddd that’s a wrap! if you made it to the end i hope you enjoyed!! requests and still open, and my writers block is completely cured, so if you send something in it should be up soon. have a lovely day!!

[peakyswritings]

Step by step

Tommy Shelby x female!reader

Requested by: @lilywinchesterlove

Warnings: death

Summary: your husband took a bullet for Tommy to save him during the war and he made him promise to look after you and your child. Will he keep that promise?

A/N: hi! I’m sorry if this took a while, I hope it’s worth the wait!⭐️

Tommy took another drag from his cigarette as he stared at the wall in front of him, playing with the pendant in his hand.

“Why did you do that?” Tommy growled trying to hold back his tears, pressing on the wound to stop the blood “why did you do that?”

“You have to find them, Tommy” the bleeding man in his arms panted, holding his shirt in a fist “they don’t have anyone else, just me” he stopped, struggling to talk as the blood kept on pouring out of his wound. He took some deep breaths while he took something out of his pocket and put it in Tommy’s hand.

“Give her this. Tell her that I’m sorry...” he gritted his teeth, feeling weaker and weaker “...and that I love her” he tried to keep his eyes open.

“No, Ed. You’re going to survive, you’ll survive and you’ll tell her” Tommy took his face in his hands “hold on, you’re going to be alright”.

Edward shook his head.

“You have to promise me...promise me that you’ll take care of them...” his grip on Tommy’s shirt started loosening.

“I promise” he said, staying with him until his very last breath.

A year had passed since that day and Tommy hadn’t kept his promise. He had his family and his business to take care of, but he hadn’t spent a day without thinking about it. He made a promise to a dying man, to a man who took a bullet for him, it was time to keep that promise.

“You have to find her, Tommy” Polly’s words brought him back to reality as she got closer to him “you promised”

He had talked about it with his family and everyone told him the same thing. He knew he had to, but it wasn’t that easy. Finding you and your child meant involving you in his dangerous lifestyle. Edward moved to Birmingham just a few months before leaving for war, he didn’t know about the things the Shelbys did, that’s why he asked Tommy to look after you. If he had known, he wouldn’t have let him close to you.

He got up from his chair.

“I’ve already found her”

******

“Connor, why don’t you go in your room for a while?” You asked to your five-year-old son when someone knocked on your door. You could see a man that you had never met before from your window. You didn’t know who he was, so the first thing you did was making sure that your child was safe. Maybe you were a little paranoid, but it was Birmingham, danger always hid behind the corner. Also, you were alone and, as much as you hated to admit it, living without the protection of a man was dangerous for you.

It was five years since your husband left for war and a year since he died. He hadn’t even had the chance to meet his son, you were seven months pregnant when he volunteered. His death had left a void in your life that no one could ever fill.

“Uhm...good morning, sir, how can I help you?” You asked suspiciously.

“Are you Y/N Y/L/N?” The stranger asked.

The first thing you noticed about him were the blades in his cap. You couldn’t help but stare at them. He must have noticed your concern, because he quickly took it off and put it in the pocket of his coat.

“I am. Why?”

“I’m Tommy Shelby” he said. You looked at him with confusion in your eyes. Of course you had heard of Tommy Shelby, but you didn’t know what he could possibly want from you.

“I knew your husband. He told me to give you this” he handed you a pendant. You immediately recognised it and you took it with your shaking hand.

“You...you can come in” you stammered, moving from the door to let him inside.

“Do you want some tea? I was just making it” you politely asked, trying to collect yourself. He nodded.

“Yes, thank you”

You poured the tea in two cups and you placed some milk and sugar on the table. You both sat down and you opened the pendant, looking at the picture inside of it. It was taken the day of your marriage.

“He told me to tell you that he loved you” he cleared his throat “and that he’s sorry for not coming back”.

You looked away from the picture, holding back your tears at the memory of your husband.

“He...” he hesitated for a moment “he took that bullet for me. I know that I’m the last person you wanna see right know, but I’m here to help you. I know things are rough, I know how your boss treats women at work. Edward told me that you’re good with numbers and I need an accountant. I’m here to offer you a job. And protection”

You wiped a few tears from your face and you looked at him.

“Why?”

“Because I promised him”

******

A couple of months had passed since that day. You started working as an accountant and you actually liked your new job. You had met the Shelbys and they were nothing like the people you had met before. You knew about what they did, the illegal stuff and everything, but you didn’t really mind. They helped you give a better life to your son, you were grateful for that. They never made you feel unwanted or out of place and they always made sure that you were alright.

“Y/N, sweetie, can you take a look at these?” Polly gave you some papers “Arthur messed up the numbers again”

You chuckled as you took the papers. Things like this always happened. In those months, you learned that Arthur was quite poor with numbers and you always had to fix them up.

“Oi!” He shouted from his desk “little Finn was distracting me again, it’s not my fault”

“Yeah, keep lying to yourself Arthur” you joked. He pretended to be annoyed, but he failed to hide a smile.

You had a good relationship with all of them, in those few months they became your closest friends. Tommy was an exception, though. He was always nice to you and you were grateful for his help more than words could ever explain, but you didn’t actually talk that much and you didn’t laugh and joke with him like you did with the other members of the family. He was always distant and he didn’t talk to you unless necessary. Sure, you made some small talk sometimes, but it didn’t last more than five minutes.

“Well, luckily I’ve got you and your big patience to fix the mess I make” he chuckled “Tommy would have had my head a long time ago if it wasn’t for you”

Speak of the devil, Tommy entered the betting shop.

“How did the deal go, Tommy?” Polly asked, turning to face him.

“It went well. Now I just have to go through these papers, there are some things I need to fix”

He slammed a stack of papers on the big table with an annoyed look on his face.

“I’m sure Y/N here can help you” Polly said, turning to you “I can look after Connor for the evening, if you want”

Tommy tried to refuse, but she interrupted him.

“You will get through them faster in two” she stated in a way that didn’t allow any form of disagreement.

Actually, Polly secretly believed Tommy was acting like this because he liked you, but for some reason he was avoiding you. She would have loved seeing you together and she was never wrong in matters of the heart.

That night, something between you started to change. You were sat at the opposite side of his desk and you were both working in silence. You noticed that he was acting weird, like he wanted to say something but he was restrained.

“Is everything alright?” you asked him, raising your head from the papers.

He seemed a bit surprised, he wasn’t expecting that question.

“Yeah” he nodded “everything’s fine”

After that, the room fell silent again. The only sound that could be heard was the soft noise of the pages turning.

“You don’t have to stay” he abruptly said. He wasn’t looking at you, he kept his eyes on the papers.

“What?”

“I said, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to be in my presence”

You looked at him in confusion, not understand what that was all about.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be in your presence?”

He shook his head, putting the pen down.

“Your husband died so that I could live”

He leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. His expression remained cold and distant as usual, but you didn’t miss the hint of guilt in his voice. You put the pieces together. That’s why he never got close to you, he thought you hated him.

“Tommy” you said softly “he made a choice. It wasn’t you who killed him and no one was forcing him to take that bullet, he did that because he felt like it was the right thing to do. He thought that you deserved to live, I could never hate you for that”

He took a drag from his cigarette. He wasn’t expecting that. He genuinely thought that you wanted to stay away from him, that looking at the man who should’ve died instead of your husband was too much for you. In that moment, he felt a warmth that he hadn’t fel for a long time. He was completely taken aback by the kindness you showed. You had lost your husband and you were trying to comfort him. He almost expected you to explode at some point, to blame him and to yell at him. Instead, you were nice and caring and he didn’t actually know what to do or say. He wasn’t used to that.

You didn’t talk about it anymore after that, not because you didn’t want to or because it was too hard, but because you didn’t need to. When you finally looked at each other, there was nothing else to say. Everything was clear.

******

Another couple of months had passed. You and Tommy became closer and you got along pretty well. His family didn’t fail to notice that he was different, less gloomy and he even smiled sometimes. You were like a breath of fresh air to him, he felt like he could be himself around you, he didn’t need to put on a mask. You enjoyed his company and you accepted him for who he was. One day, you both went to the stables, he wanted you to see the beautiful horse that he had bought the previous day. The first thing he noticed was that you perfectly knew how to handle a horse.

“You’re really good” he said, mesmerised by the gentleness and care you showed towards the animal.

“When I was a kid my father bought me a stallion for Christmas. I used to spend my days in the stables in my backyard” you smiled at the memory “I was driving my mother crazy, she didn’t like that at all. She always told me that a lady shouldn’t be so close to animals and mud, but I never listened” you chuckled.

He smiled a little, coming closer to stand next to you.

“You never talk about your family” he said, petting the horse.

“We don’t talk anymore” you shook your head “they didn’t want me to marry Edward. They were arranging a marriage with some guy that I didn’t even know. So I went away.”

You were born in a rich upper-class family. You were happy during your childhood, but growing up that strict and conservative environment started to make you feel suffocated. Edward came from a lower middle class family and your parents didn’t want you to be with him. You never listened to them. Edward was sweet and caring and he always treated you right. He was smart and witty and you were literally head over heels for him. You truly loved each other and when he was taken from you, you saw your whole world crashing down.

“I’m sorry” he just said. You shook your head.

“I’m not. Going away is the best decision I’ve ever made”

Your conversation fell when you saw Connor running towards you. He was playing with John and Esme’s kids in Charlie’s yard, but now he was alone. He hid behind Tommy’s legs.

“We’re playing hide and seek” he whispered “you haven’t seen me” he placed is finger in front of his mouth to tell you to be quiet. Tommy chuckled slightly.

Connor completely forgot about the game as soon as his eyes landed on th horse.

“Can I pet him?” he raised his head to look at Tommy with a sparkle of hope in his eyes.

“Of course you can” he said, picking him up so that the could pet the horse.

“What’s his name?” Connor asked, holding his little hand out.

“He doesn’t have a name yet. Would you like to choose it?”

At Tommy’s question, your son nodded happily and started thinking.

“Thunder!” he exclaimed after a while.

“Thunder it is, then”

Connor laughed and clapped his hands, making you and Tommy smile. He started to ask him a lot of questions about horses, then about him, then about a lot of completely different subjects, like children do. He had always been a curious child. Tommy patiently answered to all of his questions.

“C’mon Connor” you chuckled “stop pestering Tommy”

Tommy smiled and he shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind”

******

It was a year that you had entered the life of the Shelbys. You had gained their trust, everyone was fond of you, you and Connor had become basically family. You even attended family meetings. It was hard to balance work and private life, since you had to take care of your son, that you obviously couldn’t take to the betting shop, but luckily Polly, Ada and Esme have you all the help you needed.

You had been working on your papers all day and it was really late. Tommy was planning an important expansion and he needed all the help possible. There were a lot of papers to be signed and a lot of things to take care of. Ada had offered to babysit your son until you came home, so that you could work. Finally, you finished the work and you put the pen down, stretching in your chair.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home” Tommy said, taking his coat.

“There’s no need to, it’s not that far from here” you told him, not wanting him to go back and forth. However, he had made his decision and that was nothing you could do to change his mind. He wouldn’t have let you walk alone in Birmingham at that hour of the night.

You walked side to side, making some small talk. You had become great friends, but you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach every time he stood so close to you. You hadn’t felt like that in a longe time, since Edward to be exact. When you arrived, you turned to face him.

“Thank you, Tommy” you said, but he understood that you were not referring only to the fact that he had walked you home.

He came closer to you, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear and he shook his head.

“No need to thank me”

For a little while you both stayed silent, not knowing what else to say but not wanting to separate either. You opened your mouth to say something, but before words could come out of your mouth, he leaned in and he kissed you. At first you stayed still, too surprised to do anything, but it only lasted a few moments, because you placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him back. He put his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

He slowly moved away, holding your hand for a moment before letting it go again.

“Goodnight, Y/N” he nearly smiled, starting to walk away.

“Goodnight” you whispered, hoping that it was not just a dream.

******

After one year and a half, you and Tommy were officially a couple. Under his tough exterior, he was capable of being caring and kind. To be honest, if one year and a half before someone had told you that you two would eventually end up together, you wouldn’t have believed them. You really loved him and you knew that he loved you too. Connor looked up to him, he literally adored him. He had discovered a new love for horses, so Tommy took him to the stables in his free time and he taught him everything he knew.

You were all gathered at Polly’s table, having a family dinner. It had been a good day, the business was booming and you were celebrating. The air was filled with joy and you were sure that the sound of laughter and loud words could be heard in the streets.

“Daddy, can you pass me the salt?” your son looked at Tommy.

Suddenly, the room fell silent, too silent. You dropped your fork, John stopped talking, without finishing his terrible joke, Arthur almost chocked. Everybody’s gaze shifted from Tommy to Connor, then to you, then to Tommy again. He looked completely paralysed, he wasn’t moving or speaking, he was in shock. Connor looked around, not understanding why everyone was acting like this.

“...please?” your son added, his face completely red, thinking that your strange behaviour was due to his lack of manners.

Polly collected herself, passing him the salt with a smile on her face.

"Well, look at him, boys! Being all polite and sweet. You should learn from him!"

John grunted and Arthur struggled to hold back his laugh. Ada and Esme looked at each other with an amused look on their face. Connor was looking around, still confused by the situation. You looked at Tommy, who was looking around taking deep breaths, trying his best to seem unfazed. He wiped his eyes for a moment, then he excused himself and walked out of the room. You did the same, following him.

“Are you okay?” you asked him when he stopped with his back to you. He just nodded,

“Listen, it’s okay if you think that we’re rushing into this...” you started, but he turned around and he interrupted.

“No, love” he said, gently grabbing your face with a soft smile on his lips “I don’t think that. I wasn’t expecting that, but it didn’t upset me at all”

“Are you sure?” He nodded, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I’m sure. It was...it was nice. I could get used to that” he just said, still smiling.

It was your turn to kiss him, bringing him as close as you could.

“I love you, Tommy”

He stroked your cheek, looking you in the eyes.

“I love you too”

In that moment, you both felt complete, you had everything you needed. You started as strangers, then you became friends, then lovers, then a family. You were slowing building your life together, step by step.

[palettepainter]

Coming out

A quick message before you get into the story - I really wanted to do something for LGBT cuz I always end up forgetting or not having time to finish any drawings, most of the time I just do art about my OC’s and what their cannon sexualities are - but this year I wanted to do something a bit more serious, if that makes sense I’ve always been told by parents and friends that as long as you are coming out to people who you trust and people you know who will support you, then in the end, everything will be fine. I’ve always thought that if I where to ever be bisexual, gay, asexual or any other LGBT term that I would be comfortable to open up to my family. My preferences for who I like romantically aren’t really something I think all about that much. I’ve never dated and thus far all my luck with crushes and boys has just been really bad - and as someone who was and still is incredibly shy about dating and pretty much anything romantic I’ve learnt to not rush into things, I’ll find out who/what I like in time Now that I’m older I’ve been thinking more on it, and though I don’t want to go too deep into this stuff since it is personal, even with a supportive family I still have that fear of talking about these sorts of things. I wanted to write this story to show that even despite the fact someone may have a supportive family, supportive friends or even just that one supportive person in their life - overcoming that hurdle of fear and exposing a part of yourself that is so personal and dear, is terrifying. It’s a big relief to finally talk about these things yes, especially if you’ve been forced to shut these kinds of things away (in which case I hope you are in a happier healthier environment). But even with that in mind it can be hard for anyone to open up about these things, even those who know they’re in a safe environment and know they have family to support them. I don’t know if I got that message into this story, this is my first time writing something that tackled LGBT this seriously so I hope I was able to do it right. Okay message over ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A story between Jaakuna (Comoress x Kashu, oc) and Jizuko (Monoma x Pony) Jaakuna in my cannon NGAU is gay, whereas Jizuko is bisexual. Jizuko if the first person Jaakuna comes out to, and Jizuko is fiercely supportive. So here’s a little coming out story between my OC’s!~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jizuko had been happily doodling away idly in one of her notebooks when the door to her room suddenly opened, and none other then Jaakuna stepped inside. She rose a brow, watching as he stepped inside without a word and bumped her door closed with his heel “Ever heard of knocking?” She asked, brow cocked as she moved her head up from her notebook “I could have been changing or something” Jaakuna, still not saying a word, walked over to her bed, sat down, and then let his body flop backwards against the mattress. Jizuko rose a brow further, examining his face, though his gaze was skyward there was something distant about it, as though he was lost somewhere deep in thought. She titled her head, nudging his shoulder with her foot “Hello? Gunna answer me??” She asked, honestly not caring about her previous questions, but now just curious to see if he’d speak. Jaakuna behind closed doors with close friends, to her, was a much more quite and chill person, but that aside, he was never totally silent. When she got not response, she put down her notebook and shuffled on the bed, sitting cross legged besides him while she hugged an one of her many plushies to her chest “..You wanna talk about it?” She asked, resting her head a top of her toys. “Mngh..” Jizuko moved and picked up another one of her plush toys, and placed it ontop of Jaakuna’s chest, where his hands reached up to hold it, lazily running his fingers through the soft felt - something she’d learnt he liked to do with her toys and pillows, but something he’d always deny when she asked about it. “Something happen??” She continued, arms returning to her own plushy “...I think I might be having a mid-life crisis” Jizuko blinked “..Well, that’s something” she clarified with a slow nod. Jaakuna replied with a small hum “...Wanna talk shit about it?” She asked innocently Many where surprised when Jizuko would say Jaakuna was one of her closest friends, the two couldn’t be more opposites if they tried. Jizuko was small and dainty looking, she liked cutesy things, her dorm itself was full to the brim with things that she loved: manga volumes, cooking books, plush toys and pillows, all the listed items for a typical ‘cute’ person. Jaakuna was dark and grumpy, often brooding in the corner silently or cussing out something or someone. Years ago, Jaakuna would have been someone she would avoid in the hallways - but beyond that edgy shell was a genuinely sweet and caring person. Jaakuna was caring, very caring, perhaps cared too much about his close friends. Deep down he had a big heart, but like many typical boys, he struggled to verbalise those feelings, and thus ended up getting angry. Jizuko and him shared a connection with that, both cared a lot for friends and family, and yet both felt as though they could only be heard by yelling their opinions. Their bond was what Jizuko would call special - Jaakuna had let his walls down a few times, letting her see him at his most vulnerable. She felt flattered he trusted her enough, and in turn she never told a soul what he would share with her - what he told her would stay with her till the day she died, Jaakuna had made her promise that. “Mngh..” Jaakuna all of a sudden looked..she couldn’t put her finger on it. He hugged the plushie to his chest, peering away from Jizuko. “Uh..it’s kinda complicated..” he started “Yeah, a life crisis usually is” Jizuko reasoned Jaakuna’s cheeks flushed a light pink, Jizuko quirked a brow but didn’t comment on it, not yet at least. Finally Jaakuna sat up, toy still held to him. He rubbed at his neck with one hand “I’m..kinda struggling with this one, more then the others I’ve had” “Well, are you gonna bitch about it or not?” Jaakuna gave her a look “Whaaat! It’s your fault for getting me all curious! And why come here in the first place?” Jaakuna opened his mouth to speak, but growled in frustration and then shuffled the other way, crossing his arms over his chest. Jizuko shimmied down the bed on her knees until she was sitting besides him, and then waited for him to start. “..So Uh, you remember how last week I mentioned I got invited to Yurei’s birthday?” A bit random, but she nodded “Yeah..” She pointed a finger to her forehead, where a small grey horn sprouted out next to her bangs “Guy with the horn?” Jaakuna nodded and Jizuko lowered her hand “Why? Did something happen??” She paused, before her eyebrows scrunched like gathering thunder heads, checks puffed out with a clear scowl on her face “Do you want me to punch him for you?” “Wha- No!” Jaakuna waved his hand and shook his head wildly, caught off guard at her sudden declaration of violence though not surprised, tiny people where a force to be reckoned with. “Uh, anyway: I went to the party and Uhm, well..I-it was me, Yūrei and a few others..” Jaakuna tucked his legs up to him, leaning back against the wall as he still refused to look at her. “And maybe like, an..hour or so into the party we-Uhm-“ jaakuna gulped, Jizuko watching the movement of his Adam’s apple before looking back to his face Jaakuna’s face and tips of his ears where flushed red, as he looked like he was trying to hide behind her plushie. Jaakuna groaned when he caught Jizuko’s confused gaze on him, and then muttered something under his breath “Uh..What was that?” Jizuko asked. Jaakuna groaned louder before repeating, in the same mumbly dribble “I can’t hear you” Jizuko said after shaking her head, having heard what it was Jaakuna had said just as clearly as the first time. Jaakuna snorted through his nose, pulling his head out from the toy he was practically burying his face in “Ugh! I said we...w-we got round to playing Uh, truth or dare” “..Okay well, that’s not unusual” Jizuko said with a shrug “And I Uh- May have, Uh..I-I got dared to..t-to Uh..” The more he spoke the redder his face became, and he seemed to become more fidgety and nervous, looking like a skittish animal that would flee at any second. Jaakuna cleared his throat, praying his embarrassment wasn’t as obvious as it felt “..I-I got dared to..to kiss...Yu...rei...” For a whole minute Jizuko didn’t emote, the words processing - she let them digest, sink in - and when they did, she gasped “You kissed Yūrei?!” “NO!” Jaakuna snapped at her like a mad dog Silence “....M-Maybe..” he repeated in a whisper, as though admitting it was some crime. “..On the lips or?” Jizuko elbowed him playfully with a wink, and Jaakuna bristled, leaning away “T-That ain’t important! Ya little pervert!” Jizuko cackled her usual crazy giggle, covering her mouth with a hand, clearly finding amusement in her best friends embarrassing story. When she was done laughing at him Jaakuna continued “Anyway...Ever since then I’ve been, feeling...like-weird...it’s not a-“ Jaakuna seemed to be struggling to grasp the right words, and yet Jizuko had an expression that said she already had it figured out “It’s not a BAD weird- well, sometimes it is? Like, some days it’s bad others it’s like..not as bad??” He began to gesture as he spoke, going off on a tangent, almost forgetting entirely Jizuko was there “And it’s been bugging me for the whole week, and it’s so fucking embarrassing and, like!..You know what I mean??” Jizuko hummed with a slow nod “Oh I know exactly what you mean” she said matter of factly Jaakuna didn’t like her tone of voice, or how she was looking at him as though she pitied his own obliviousness. “Well- what is it then wise guy?” He challenged boldly, leaning back and raising a brow. Jizuko held her hands together as though she was praying, and inhaled, before she dipped them “Jaakuna, you’re gay” “WHAT?!” If Jaakuna hadn’t been sitting with his back to her wall he would have for sure tumbled off the bed with how hard he jolted, bristling like a raged cat as he bared his teeth like some aggressive animal. “I AINT- what for- F-For that?? That- THAT SMUG LORD?!” He barked a loud laugh, and rolled his eyes “I ain’t bloody gay” Jizuko remained calm as ever “And yet I don’t recall you ever having a crush on a girl before” she said, raising a brow in thought. Jaakuna slowly turned to her, eye twitching, Jizuko failed to cower “And you always spend a lot of time with Yūrei, he even sits with you to eat lunch! That’s only a specialty reserved for very close people” “That doesn’t prove anything!” “Oh yeah?” Jizuko asked, not believing him “Name one girl you’d like to date” “Wha-“ Jaakuna gagged “Ew! Gross! You girls are disgusting..no offence” he added the last part with a small frown. Jizuko hummed again, and Jaakuna felt nervous, feeling like a corned animal while she was some predator, contradicting with how Jaakuna looked to be the more intimidating one of the two. “Come on! Admit it! You like him!” “I don’t.” Jaakuna gritted his teeth “I don’t..like like him” he clarified, cheeks going redder “Fine” Jizuko leaned back, relaxed, and crossed her arms, a shifty smug grin on her face “...Name a girl you’d wanna fu-“ “Name a girl you’d wanna date” she repeated, holding up a finger “Name ONE girl - and I’ll believe you don’t like him” Jaakuna snorted “Hmph. Okay, FINE. I will” he held his nose high, as if to look down on her. Jaakuna sat back, and opened his mouth...before closing it, and licking his lips, mouth suddenly dry. “Uh..” Jizuko’s brow rose further, watching his flustered suffering as Jaakuna struggled to think of an answer “I-Uh-...uhm, R-Runa, I guess?” “You guess?” Jizuko tilted her head “Or you know?” “W-Well-“ Jaakuna made a gesture with his hands, looking more lost then before, Jizuko’s staring wasn’t helping him “I mean- she’s cool! T-Theres nothing wrong with Runa! She’s got..uhm, she’s..” Jaakuna trailed off, looking to be struggling “...Got nice eyes??” He said, sounding just as confident as Jizuko expected him too “Mhm, yeah, red eyes right?” She asked, tilting her head and leaning closer. “Not quite like the red eyes of your classmate who’s seem to brighten whenever they land on you” Jizuko said coyly. Jaakuna shot her a sharp warning glare, Jizuko dared on “Mhm, yes sir you’d love yourself a tiny little goth girl. With nice skinny hips and arms. Arms that aren’t strong enough to lift you off the ground ever so slightly when you hug. With no nice flat chest to rest your head against, no no. And no smugly charming smooth voice chuckling ‘JayJay’ to you in greeting..” Jaakuna gulped, mouth suddenly dry, face as hot as the sun as he became lost in his mind...Jizuko had possibly the most obnoxiously smug grin on her face that it could put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Jaakuan’s cheeks flushed a deeper red so quickly he saw tiny white dots “I-I..” his throat was dry “...I don’t get what you’re implying” he muttered “Yeah, that blush on your face doesn’t say anything~” ‘Shit!..’ “Jaakuna, it’s okay..” Jizuko’s tone took a turn as she patted his shoulder soothingly, the smugness gone from her face entirely “You know your friends and myself will support you!” She chuckled lightly “Sides, I’m in the same boat as you..” Jizuko pulled her legs up to her chest, pressing a pink cheek into her knee “Crushing on your best friend and being too chicken to tell, sucks doesn’t it?” With a small smile she peered back up to Jaakuna, who’s scowl has lifted a little “What I’m saying is that I think you’ll be happy with Yūrei and you can make him happy. You guys are practically a duo! Hell, for the longest time I thought you two where already together” Jaakuna has fallen quite, half lidded eyes boring into the floor with an intense look to them, hands clutching at the pink blankets on Jizuko’s bed. “I’m. Not. Gay.” He growled, shoulders shaking “Not for him. Not for anyone! I like girls. Period.” Jizuko gave her best friend a flat look and rose a brow, mulling over what to do “...Okay then” Jizuko unfolded her legs to hang off one end of the bed and all of a sudden stood up “I’ll just go ask Yūrei on date~” “Wot?!” Jaakuna practically exploded from the bed, jumping across the room to splat himself against the door, blocking Jizuko’s only means of exit. Jizuko rose her brow, smirking “What’s the issue? Yurei’s a cute guy, and if you’re not taking him..” she waggled her brows and Jaakuna bristled, squawking like a turkey “I-you- Dont you dare!” He barked “You’re doing this on purpose!” “Doing what?” Jizuko asked, tilting her head “You’ve said you’re not gay so there’s no issue! I’ll just go and ask Yūrei on a date” Jizuko took no less then a step forward before Jaakuna tried to push himself further back against the door “Fuck off” “I don’t see why you’re being so dramatic: you’ve said you’re not gay, and that’s fine!” A smug smile pulled at her lips and Jaakuna growled, spreading his arms further over the door as if to hide it was even there. Jizuko peered skyward and then slowly rolled her eyes back towards Jaakuna “Unless of course..you have a problem with me asking him out” Jaakuna’s lips pulled back into a grimace, baring his teeth like an angry dog. Jizuko was unfazed as she turned to idly walk about her room “I mean, have you seen him?? That body?” She questioned “Damn, he’s really bulked up since the start of the year huh? Not that you would know” Jizuko shrugged “Of course, I’m sure all his fans know. I bet Yūrei gets tones of love letters! You know?” Jaakuna dragged his nails along the door, something in his gut twisting - where was she going with this??.. “Mhm, I bet he’s a good kisser. He looks like the type of be good at kissing - you know? The typical jock hot guy that’s all good with romance stuff? He fits the bill!” She turned to peer at Jaakuna over her shoulder, making sure their was enough distance between the two. Jaakuna’s eye twitched, the way she was talking about Yūrei was starting to really tick him off. He tried to brush it off and act indifferent to what she was saying, but that was becoming increasingly hard. His body was tense, his breaths deep as he tried to keep the wildfire in him at bay ‘She’s starting to get real annoying. If she says ONE more thing about Yūrei..’ “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t already..had thoughts about him” Jizuko turned around once more, and was met with Jaakuna’s chest. She peered up, where Jaakuna was glaring down at her coldly. It was like staring death itself in the face, what she was expecting. “Listen here you pintsize twat” Jaakuna growled, voice like venom “You say one more thing about Yūrei I’m going to drag your ass six feet under!” Jizuko hummed, calm in the face of danger. A passive look on her face “Well it’s a good thing he’s not my type” The change in expression was so drastic on Jaakuna’s face it would have given anyone whiplash with how quickly his glare fell “...But- You practically just said you like him!” “And that, my naive friend, was a lie” “...A lie?” Jaakuna repeated, blinking “Duh” Jizuko said with an eye roll as though it was obvious “Yurei’s too full of himself for me. It was all fake, just talk.” Jaakuna worked his jaw, numbly pointing to Jizuko “S-So...so everything you just said was too-“ “Get you angry so you’d finally realize YOU have a crush on Yūrei? Yes” Jizuko finished Jaakuna sucked in a breath, flinching back a little. Jaakuna liked girls. He loved girls! There was plenty to like about the girls in the hero courses: Furora was smart and clever, yet fair and pretty. Runa was quite and brooding like him, with a cool quirk he genuinely admired! Furu was tough and caring, her witt as smart as her combat skills. Jizuko was hard headed yet kind, she was sweet, she let him open up about things he wouldn’t to anyone else. Above all the other girls, Jizuko had his respect. Liking girls should be easy, yet he felt a knot in his stomach, something clenching in his gut...like a weight holding him back. His stupid, stupid traitorous mind flashing with images of soft, curly hair that smelt of too much hairspray. Beautiful ruby eyes. A kind smile, bright enough to rival that of the sun. And a voice, as smooth as honey and as joyful as new lambs in spring calling out ‘Jaakuna!’ Yūrei “...Jaakuna?” Jizuko’s voice was gentle. She stepped closer to reach out for his hand, giving it a careful squeeze God dam it. God fucking damn it. What was wrong with him?? He grit his teeth, wanting the floor to swallow him. His cheeks became warm as, to his shame, hot tears began to blur his vision. He wanted to snarl at her, to curse Jizuko to hell and back, to trap away these stupids thoughts and feelings...but deep down, Jaakuna knew she was right. She had found the chip in his armour, she’d seen right through it, and unraveled the deep, very real truth. “Jaakuna nothing is wrong with you” Jizuko stepped closer and gently grasped his other hand. “Everything is gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay, I promise” Jizuko’s eyes shined with kind, comforting light. Jaakuna shyly met her gaze, his tears swelling when she gave him a soft smile...something fell from his eye. A tear, followed by many more - the internal battle surfacing “..I am Jizuko..” “Oh Jaakuna” Jizuko was on him in an instant, tugging her taller friend into a warm hug, nestling his head in her shoulder as she rubbed her arm on his back. Jaakuna’s grasped at her desperately, ashamed to be crying, ashamed Jizuko was seeing him like this, ashamed she’d been right. Ashamed he.. “I like Yūrei..” he whimpered, the rest of his sentence ending in weeps and sobs, as he let himself cry.

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: save file 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: chigasaki itaru/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 3.0k words

𝐚𝐧: itaru event? itaru fic! me loving fake dating + direct af titles? nothing changed~ sequencing of events might be weird, oops~

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Itaru’s not the least bit surprised at the sight of your wrinkled nose; neither is he shocked at the crease that formed between your brows nor the narrowing of your eyes. It must be a lot to take in, truly, but it had to be done.

“Chigasaki-kun,” you said, immediately trailing off as though you couldn’t convey the rest of your thoughts. That was fine, he thought, he can wait for his SP to fill up for 100 minutes so surely he can wait a couple more minutes for your response.

It’s a bit embarrassing, but maybe he needs to explain a bit more? He doesn’t mind too much, he was putting you on the spot, after all.

“I know it’s sudden,” Itaru said apologetically, “but I need you. You’re the only one who can—“

“Chigasaki-kun,” you repeated, sounding firmer this time around. At this point, Itaru noticed that your eyes never left the cafe table that separated the two of you, or rather what laid right smack in the centre of it. As soon as he slid it towards you, your eyes had gone from wide and surprised to squinting, almost as though it had offended you.

He was so focused on your line of sight that he failed to notice the sudden rush of red that raced across your cheeks. After a moment of silence, you let out a deep breath.

“Why the fuck did you just give me a replica of Byleth’s ring from Fire Emblem?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he dug through his pocket to bring out another ring, the exact same design, “I have another one.”

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“Hey, you made it! Thanks for coming, Chigasaki-sa—“ as he took in the sight of your locked hands, his co-worker let out a comically loud gasp, before trying and failing to cover it up with an awkward cough.

Itaru’s not stupid, at the very least he’s definitely not blind or deaf. Besides the gracious host, he can tell everyone is shocked and staring. They’re not even trying to be discrete about it anymore.

The people from his department had been gossiping for all of last week, creating speculations on his love life. The theories had a lot of exaggeration, a lot of denial.

You squeezed his hand a little tighter, him reciprocating to reassure you.

Envy. Judgement.

Still, as he glanced at your face to check for any sign of discomfort only to find a poised smile, he was once again reminded by your strength and fortitude. He always admired that from you, and it was always so enthralling to see that side of you in action.

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“You’ll come, won’t you?” Itaru let out a quiet hum, yet refusing to answer immediately. Though he’d prefer to sit out of most gatherings, he particularly disliked going to non-essential get-togethers where the only real purpose was for his co-workers to eat and drink less restrained as they would with the higher-ups around.

Normally he would have some excuse conjured up, maybe even pretend to check his phone calendar and reject the invite apologetically. However, he had already skipped out three times, consecutively.

He already breached the three strikes and you’re out rule, and he’s not so sure risking going for four would be the smartest play for his reputation… but it probably wouldn’t hurt to save game and set aside his decision making for later.

“I’ll have to check my schedule. I just need to check with someone first,” he said, thinking back to the director and the rest of spring troupe. Would any of them give him an excuse he has yet to use?

“Ahh, feel free to bring your sister then!” the man paused, a small smirk appearing as his eyebrows waggled. “Unless you wanna bring, you know, a friend.”

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“You just don’t want to suffer alone,” you said, using your fork to prod at the meal he treated you to. Surely a one time gathering wasn’t all there is to it? Chigasaki Itaru, who always kept his life outside work private, suddenly wanting people to know he had a significant other?

Even though he didn’t?

“I’ve been to those— I know they suck,” you continued, your eyes darting away from the silver band to look at him properly, “will this even benefit you?”

“It’ll probably be annoying at first,” he replied, keeping eye contact to let you know how serious he was, “dealing with everyone’s questions, but they’ll eventually just accept it and stop bothering me.”

“What about me?”

“You work somewhere else— they won’t get the chance to bother you,” he pointed out, propping his elbow on the table as he rest his cheek on his knuckles. He continued seeing as you stayed silent, “plus, don’t you have anyone bothering you about your lack of a love life?”

In any other instance, you probably would have made a remark about him being too dedicated to his waifus to date as well, but you could only grimace as you recalled the upcoming family reunion. If your aunts teased you again for not being in a relationship… if your mom kept insisting that you were just hiding a secret boyfriend to delude herself…

“Fine, but in exchange—“

Itaru let out a chuckle, “so the matching rings aren’t enough? I’ll have you know, they’re Class A replicas.”

You snorted, “stop, stop! I’m being serious here!” you said, lightly kicking his feet from beneath the table. When he moved to retaliate, you hastily pushed your feet beneath your chair.

“Oi—“

“Just kidding, just kidding!“ he said, raising his hands up in surrender, “so, how can I help you?”

“… you up for a family reunion lunch on Sunday?”

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“So, like, do we need to prepare any— dude, dude, dude what the…? This part of your island is—” Even without heading over to where you were, he immediately knew which area you were cackling about.

“That’s the nature dump! Obviously not gonna terraform it yet?” Itaru replied, “I need a place to place all the normie flowers?”

He heard you scoff, your animal crossing character running up to his and hitting him with a net.

“Not that dump, dummy! Why are there toilets? The fences— toilets—“ you trailed off, unable to help yourself from bursting back into laughter. He instinctively laughed alongside you, knowing the monstrosity you were talking about.

“What kind of idiot makes a pathway out of toilets?”

“Hey! They create a cool effect when you walk past it!” he said, defending himself as your character hit his on the head again, “kind of like a clam opening up—“

“It’s a toilet! Not a clam!”

“Ya? Well I, Taruchi, am a resident of Urinetown, subtitle: actually an island and not a town,” Itaru said, almost as if he was proud of himself. “Before you come from me, Urinetown is a musical about capitalism. What’s your excuse, Pen Island?”

You gasped, obviously fake but dramatic enough to continue your banter “I’ll have you know, the actual name is Pen Isles? Also, you named our Stardew Valley farm—“ you paused, as though realising something, “wait, wasn’t I going to ask you something?”

“… pfft, GJ.”

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Itaru watched you introduce yourself to the rest of the room, your words polite but brimming with a confidence that was rare to see from his friend turned pretend s/o… or at least, that was what he initially thought.

Maybe this side of you just so happened to be particularly evident tonight, ringing throughout your voice and exhibited by your body language; that didn’t mean it was hidden before this instance.

There was a certain charm to you. Always been, but he never really acknowledged it. It was the little things, like how you were never hesitant about adding to his commentary when you two played Co-Op, or the playfulness you showed from time to time, or your genuineness around him— kind, but not taking bullshit from him or anyone.

If he was reading the room right, he can’t blame them for being even a little bit enthralled with you.

Even if it didn’t exactly sit right with him.

“I didn’t know Chigasaki-kun was dating someone!” a brave soul piped up from the sidelines, probably vocalising what everyone else was holding back from saying. Huh, wasn’t she one of the people who fiercely denied the rumour that he was in a relationship?

He doesn’t miss the way the corners of your lips quirked downwards for a split second, before lifting back upwards as though it never happened.

“Well, Itaru can be a bit private,” you replied, a muffled but silvery giggle escaping escaping your lips, “though I suppose I’m a bit of the same? Might be why we’re compatible.”

The woman who asked flushed slightly, and he was sure it wasn’t from any alcohol consumed. Even still, he found himself mirroring the pink hue.

Itaru?

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“Itaru,” he repeated to you for the third time tonight.

“Shoot, sorry,” you apologised, making your animal crossing character portray your shock at your slip-up again. Lmao, that was cute. “Damn… it’s weird going from Chigasaki-kun to just Itaru.”

It was his turn to hit your character with a net.

“Taruchi isn’t that far from Itaru, and you call me that all the time,” he stated, snorting at the little huff that was somehow still audible on call.

“Calling you your IGN is way different though?” you protested, “I can’t just call you that in public?”

“Shame it might expose me irl,” he sighed in disappointment, “it would have been cute to have my gamer s/o go ‘uwu Taruchi, fighto!’”

“Hahhh? Was it ever cute any time I called you Taruchi?” you asked, incredulousness present in your tone as you proceeded to mock him, “uwu, Taruchi, fighto!… there, was that cute at all?”

Itaru’s hand slid up to cover his face, his growing smile lifting his cheeks upward. You were clearly just joking around, but, well, “who knows? Maybe if you said ‘Taruchi-sama, ganbatte! I’d be able to—“

“Itaru!” you interrupted, immediately making the human equivalent noise of a keyboard smash, your little avatar running around in circles as he imagined what expression your face had right now.

Amidst his unrestrained laughter, he managed to squeeze in his next sentence in parts. “You— you finally said it! Otsu~”

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You had only called him ‘Itaru’ that one time, every other time being ‘Taruchi’ in private or ‘Itaru-kun’ in public. Still, hearing you say his name in person instead of on the phone made it feel like the first time again.

Luckily for him, he didn’t get that much time to dwell on it. Someone had lead you two to sit somewhere, surrounded by more of his polite and friendlier coworkers. Exchanging pleasantries with them was easy enough, as was answering questions about your relationship.

They’ve had multiple test runs after all. There was no way they were messing up any details, there was no room or possibility of either of them even fumbling.

“How long have you two known each other?”

“We’ve been friends since university,” you replied, something that was actually true, “it took years for me to even confess! I’m just glad Itaru accepted,” you gave him a purposeful glance, your bashful expression nearly enough to lead him to believe that you really did have a crush on him all this time.

“So you two have been together since—?”

“After my graduation,” Itaru supplied helpfully, “so it’s been a few years.”

“That’s so sweet! You know,” the woman in front of you lowered her voice, and you leaned in a little closer to listen in, “a lot of us were wondering if Chigasaki was dating anyone after we saw his ring. I thought it was just a fashion statement, but now I know it’s the real deal!”

She eyed the silver band on your ring finger, one that completely matched his.

“The rings are beautiful! The design is completely unique,” another person commented. Itaru felt your ring finger loop around his own, and the two of you turned to look at each other, sharing an amused grin.

If only they knew it was actually really well-done game merch.

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“What’s the point of the rings, though?” you asked, curious of just how far Itaru was taking this plan anyway.

“Do you not like it?” Itaru asked. Undeniably, he would be a bit upset if you ended up not liking the ring. After all, he bought it because—

“It’s lovely,” you said sincerely, carefully picking up the ring, “just surprised you already had rings on hand?”

He chuckled apprehensively, “I was going to save it as a friendship anniversary gift,” he explained, “I still feel a little guilty I didn’t get you anything last year.”

“You don’t have to get me anything anyway,” you said reassuringly, “but I appreciate it.”

He watched you slip the ring on your left ring finger, mouth opening up to apologise as he saw how loose the ring was on you, about to offer to have it resized immediately before you interrupted with quiet laughter.

“It’s a bit awkward right now, but I love it.”

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The get-together was going really well, surprisingly. He still would have preferred to be in the comfort of his room, but your presence just made everything so much easier. Even the questions people threw at the two of you weren’t so bothersome, dodging the more nosy people and sticking with anything general.

It had somehow become a game between the two of you. It was like an act off, almost, of who could give the more impressive or heart fluttering statement. Whether it was for the sake of your audience or to just affect each other remains unsaid.

“What do you like about Itaru?”

You looked away from him, closing your eyes as though you were thinking. To be fair, anything real personality or gaming related was out of bounds. Would you cater your response to his work persona, or—

“Everything!”

He nearly choked on air, trying to ignore the urge to clutch at his heart.

“That’s no fair, give something more specific!”

“I do like everything about Itaru, though?” you said with a cute pout, “but I guess I like his kindness the most. He’s always so thoughtful and considerate. He’s a busy man, but he always finds the time to help me out when I need it.”

Everyone cooed at the two of them, but he found it difficult to concentrate on that when he could only cling onto the words that started to sound more and more real as the night went by.

Out of context, everything you said could be interpreted as you just being friendly, but there was something in the way you pronounced his name and the expression on your face as you talked about him that was… different.

“What about you, Chigasaki?”

Escaping from his thoughts, his mind was filled to the brim with thoughts, but the words refused to spill from his lips.

Was there a way to describe how captivated he was at your little quirks, from the random filler noises you’d make on call or text when words failed you, to the literal quirk of the corner of your lips as you shifted expressions.

Was there a way express his appreciation for sticking by him for years, regardless of his hidden side? Was there a way to express his gratefulness for the laughter rendered and the tears wiped off by you; the smile blooming on his face as he imitated your own subconsciously?

This was the one thing he couldn’t have a manual or guide to study, so he could only hope that he went with the right dialogue choice.

“Everything too, actually.”

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The drive back home was quiet. He was exhausted, and he could tell you were too, but as he neared your street his driving got slower and slower, almost unmoving. From the corner of his eye, he saw you fiddle with your ring, twisting it around your fourth finger before pulling it off completely.

“Oh, we’re here,” you said out loud, yet you didn’t make a move to reattach your seatbelt.

“Itaru.”

Oh, wow. If hearing it a while ago trumped hearing it over call, then hearing you murmur his name in private, with just the two of you present, was…

“You look like you have something on your mind,” you continued, “all throughout the whole get-together, actually. Are you okay?”

When everything about this, about you simultaneously felt so new yet so familiar to him, how could he possibly convey his feelings? His admiration, no, his love for you?

He took the ring from your grasp, and before you could question what was up, he had grabbed your hand as well. With a serendipitous conscientiousness, he slid the ring back onto your ring finger, admiring your rosy glow that managed to be visible even with how dark out it was outside.

“The things you said a while ago,” he began, some hesitance still remaining as his thumb glided over your ring, “sounded really convincing.”

You wouldn’t meet his eyes. For a few seconds the both of you kept silent, until you finally broke it off, “maybe I wasn’t lying in the first place.”

He stiffened, pausing his previous ministrations as you continued, “… were you?”

Looking back at the past week, he almost laughed. Other than already being in a relationship, was anything between the two of you ever a lie to begin with?

“I wasn’t, either,” he replied. Taking in a deep breath, your gaze finally locked with his, he took the next step.

“If… if I promise to always be there for you, to hold your hand, help you fight your battles, and shield you from attacks… would you have me?”

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[moonlightsolo]

bête noire

summary: It’s the day that you plan on seeing Ren for the first time in a while. You grow paranoid that somebody has figured out your plan, which causes a tiny delay...

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

warnings: angst, fluff!!!

wc: 4k

note: wow the world has turned into a chaotic mess. i’m currently quarantining with my family right now. i hope everyone one of you is safe and healthy. if there is anything i could possibly do for you, please dm me. 

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Nights on the jungle moon are beautiful. 

The cool wind blows gently which causes the leaves to rustle on the trees. Little bugs that glow fly around in the foliage and animals scatter at the sound of your footsteps. 

It’s peaceful. 

A soft white hue shines through the leaves, leading the way to your destination. Half of your hair is thankfully tied back into a braid to keep it from flying in your face. 

Your feet stop in the grass when you see the opening past the trunks of the trees. You see the glimmering surface of his dormant black tie fighter. The only source of light is from inside the tie fighter and the one in the sky. 

Your eyes catch his dark figure waiting in front of the ship, his back is towards you but he’s tense. 

He’s just as nervous as you. 

It’s finally the night he has been planning to visit. He’s going to travel from wherever he’s coming from just for you. 

You’ve been continuing your usual activities around the base to make sure nobody gets suspicious. 

Rey notices your more chipper mood because of the bounce in your step. “Is everything good with you and Poe?” She asks while walking back after training. 

After calling it quits with your and Poe’s relationship, you’ve gotten much more self-involved. Not in a selfish way, you’re just caring for yourself more. 

“Yeah, we’re civil. We talk here and there about important stuff but not really so much about us.” You shrug almost sadly but you still have a smile on your face. 

“Oh... Well by the way you’re acting, it seems like you guys are back together.” She laughs, “You’re happy.”

You look at her with furrowed eyebrows, “So what? I can’t be happy now?” You jokingly say as you nudge her side with your elbow. 

You both emerge from the tree line then part ways. She goes towards the landing platform where all the ships are parked and you go towards the cave. It’s already almost dark outside which means you’re getting closer to seeing him. 

Since you were training and sweaty, you decide to take a quick shower to make sure you smell decent. 

You get dressed in some black skin-tight pants, an oversized black long-sleeved shirt that you cut so it was a bit cropped and a parka jacket. You situate your boots on your feet and you tie your damp hair back into a braid. You reach out for your saber to summon it to your hand so you can clip it onto your belt. 

Ellie and Anakin have grown so much now and you already have a feeling he’s going to be so excited to meet them. Before it becomes time to sneak out, you make sure to feed them. You’ve gotten the hang of feeding them at the same time and it’s quite easy. 

You situate the babies in the carrier that’s strapped to your chest, they sit underneath your jacket so they’re shielded from the elements of the jungle. Just as you’re about to leave, someone knocks on your door. 

Your eyes go wide as you look around to make sure everything looks normal before you open the door. “It’s just me,” Poe calls out on the other side. 

Your hand pushes a button to open the door and it slides open. He takes in your appearance, “And where are you going?” He asks surprisingly. 

“Just for a walk. They’re a bit fussy so I wanted to take them out.” You lie right through your teeth. It helps that one of the babies whine under your jacket. 

“Oh okay. Do you mind if I join?” He moves out of the way so you could walk out. Somethings not right, you have a feeling someone knows. Maybe Rey tapped into your thoughts. 

“Actually, I do mind.” His face drops at your words, “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna be rude but I think we need some time to bond.” You give him a genuine smile and motion to the twins. You lean in for a one-arm hug so you could leave. “Next time okay?” 

His hand gravitates towards your waist when you lean in but instead lands on Ellie who grabs ahold of his fingers. She coos at him and laughs. 

“Have fun with your momma.” He leans down to kiss her head. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He asks as you start to pull away from him. 

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You grin as you turn your back towards him and start to walk out of the ship. You look both ways to see if anybody else is around, there are only a few people who are working on things silently. 

You sneakily creep out into the night, the cool air hits your face. You tighten the jacket over the babies so they’re guarded. You continue to check your surroundings, looking around to make sure nobody is following you. 

You’re on edge and so paranoid that somebody is following you. What if someone would catch you meeting him? Would they try to kill him and you? 

You take a deep breath and shake your head. You take one more look behind you before stepping past the tree-line and into the darkness. 

It takes few moments for your eyes to adjust, but you continue walking the same path towards your meeting place. 

The sound of your feet crunching on the leaves makes you smile, it’s so satisfying. Your eyes catch a dim light in front of you which makes you stop in your tracks. You tilt your body to get a better angle and look past the trunks. 

You see the glimmering surface of his dormant black tie fighter. The only source of light is from inside the ship and the one in the sky. 

His broad stature stands out, his back is towards you but you can see that he’s rocking on his heels nervously. 

Your heartbeat picks up at the sight of him, his movements stop and he turns around. He senses that you’re close. 

You can barely see his face but his eyes are searching the trees for you. You want to cry just from seeing his face. The face you missed. the face you see in your dreams, the face you love so dearly...

“Come to me.” He speaks, his adam’s apple bobs as his eyes flicker through the landscape. 

You begin to move forward, feeling compelled to be closer to him— like a magnet. Just as you’re about to walk into the open space, you take a deep breath. 

He sees you in the shadows, the corners of his mouth twitch into a subtle smile. His hand reaches out for you to take, which you gladly let your hand slip into his. The feeling of his skin against yours gives you goosebumps. Explosions of the sensation tickle your nerve endings like your missing puzzle piece finally found its way to its spot.

His fingers grip your wrist gently to pull you out into the open. 

When you make eye contact with him, you can’t help but smile so hard that it hurts your face. 

“I missed you.” He breathes out gently, his voice is raspy and deep, the first time you heard his voice outside of your head in a while. His hands go to rest on your waist but they land on both of the babies, his eyebrows furrow then raise. 

“Is that them?” His voice is shushed. You nod your head as he pushes back your jacket. He almost gasps at the sight of his sleeping babies curled against your side in the carriers. 

You lean forward to capture his lips with yours and he gladly kisses you back. His large hands cover the sides of your face while he moves his lips against yours. 

When he pulls back he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, “Gorgeous. Just as always.” He growls under his breath. Your breath hitches and your stomach fills up with butterflies, “God, I missed you so much.” Your voice is quiet too. 

His hands begin to unfasten Ellie from your side, bringing her small body to lay on her stomach against his chest. His hands are so big they practically engulf her tiny back. You do the same with Ani before you hand him off to Kylo so he can hold them both. 

Seeing your boys side by side really shows Anakin’s resemblance to his father, even El too. 

“Anakin and Ellie.” He breathes out shakily as he bounces his body slightly. Ellie picks her head up so she could reach out and touch his face. Her tiny hand on his chin makes you giggle. Ani is just staring up at his dad with big doe-like eyes. 

“Do they have middle names?” He asks, his eyes flicker up to meet yours. You move closer to your little family, wrapping your arms around his waist as you stare at the little babies. 

“No, not yet.” You smile, “Do you have any ideas?” Your head rests against the side of Kylo’s bicep, your pointer finger traces patterns on Ellie’s back. 

“We can think about it another time.” Kylo mumbles, his lips gently kiss each of their heads than yours last. There’s no way you can live without him now. He has you and his children wrapped around his finger. You’re finally a family again. 

His eyes travel back over to you, “Do you mean that?” He whispers. He heard your thoughts. You look up to make eye contact with him, “Of course. I love you. Our children don’t deserve to live without you. It isn’t fair to them.” You stand up on your tippy-toes to give him another kiss against his lips. 

A small sniffle comes from Kylo which makes you pull back to look at him. His eyes are flooded with tears threatening to spill. “Oh, bub.” You bring your hands up to his face to catch his tears as they fall. 

You can tell how uncomfortable he is with his own emotions but you try your best to comfort him. “It’s okay to cry. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” You breathe out and press little kisses all over his face. 

“You’re the only thing that can calm me down when I feel this way. Even when I’m angry. I think of you and... everything melts away.” He gulps and his eyes flicker between you and the babies. His words make tears form in your eyes too.

“I can’t take you back with me tonight. I need to get things in order before I have all three of you there. It’ll be soon. Maybe a couple of weeks.” His voice grows a bit more serious. 

“I understand. I’ll wait for you for as long as possible.” You rest your head against his shoulder for a while longer. 

You all stand there in the middle of the jungle for a few more minutes before you pull away. You yawn and tears prick your eyes from exhaustion. 

His eyes open to look down at you with pure love, “You should head back.” He kisses your temple, one of his arms hold the babies against his chest while the other wraps around your waist to hold you tight. His fingers touching the little bit of exposed skin makes you shiver. 

“I don’t want to leave you yet.” You pick your head up from his shoulder to look at him sadly. “I want you to make it back safely. You should go.” He nudges Ellie towards you.

You give him a kiss against his cheek as you gently scoop up a sleepy Ellie to put her back in her harness on your side as well as Ani. 

Kylo bends down to kiss each of their heads, and he whispers that he loves them. When he stands up tall, you have to look up at him. 

“I’m not ready to say goodbye yet. I’ll miss you terribly.” His hands sneak under your jacket to hold your waist, pulling you closer. Only if the babies weren’t here right now, you would’ve been on him already.

He chuckles at your thoughts then leans down to kiss you, his tongue gently moves against yours. You can feel the sexual tension rising in the space between your bodies, it makes your stomach do flips. 

“Soon.” He says, “You’ll be all mine soon.” He grips your hips a bit too hard just for a moment before pulling away. “I’ll be back.” He waits for you to say those three words first but you refuse, “I... love you.” He mumbles out as it pained him to say it first.

It doesn’t really bother you though. He’s come so far with showing his emotions and being so open with you. Before he turns away, you peck his lips one more time. “I love you more.” You sigh against his skin. 

“That’s not right.” He chuckles again softly, his hand grips yours once more to squeeze it before he pulls away to get into his ship. 

You start to walk away towards the trees again but you look back one more time. You catch his eyes as he clicks on buttons which make the engine power on, you smile wide before you turn around and continue on your path. 

The trees shake from the power of the ship rising, you watch as it moves into the night sky then disappears just as quickly. He’s gone, for now. 

You let out a sigh as you begin your hike back to the base, tears prick at your eyes and you silently cry on the way back. You keep your hands on your children to keep you comforted as you walk. Animals scurry around you which startles you. 

You see artificial beams of light up ahead shining through the trees like flashlights. You pick your speed when you hear them yelling your name, “I’m here! I’m here!” You say back to them quite loudly. Rey runs towards you to pull you out of the foliage, her eyes are full of fear. 

“What were you doing?!” She pulls you into a hug which gives you time to look at the people around you. Poe, Finn, Rose, BB-8, Leia and a few other crew members are standing around. 

“You could’ve gotten hurt, you could have gotten El and Ani hurt.” Her voice cracks as she pulls away to look into your eyes, “I had a vision about Ren. Was he here?” She breathes out seriously as she deeply stares into your eyes.  

“In person? No.” You scoff as if it isn’t true, “Although, he did come through the Force on my walk.” You mumble and look at your feet sheepishly. 

Rey lets out a relieved sigh and drops her hands from your shoulders, “Walk? You were hiking. That’s no walk. I was so worried he got to us somehow.” She takes a deep breath then Poe interrupts. 

“You said you were just walking around, not going through the jungle in the middle of the night. What were you doing out there?” He snaps at you which takes you a bit to not explode on him at this moment. 

“I’m my own person, Poe. I felt like something was calling out to me so I went in there to take a little walk. Ren appeared then we talked. I didn’t realize how much time went by, okay? It just went by too quick.” You put your face in your hands to rub your temples. 

Rey’s hand rubs your back soothingly, “It’s fine.” She says through her teeth directed at Poe. “I just feel like something is wro-.” Poe tries to continue but Leia stops him. “Enough.” She says softly as she moves forward. 

Leia’s hand rests on Poe’s shoulder as she wobbles past him, “As long as you’re safe now, that is all that matters. There’s no reason to interrogate her.” She replaces Rey and starts to lead you back towards the base. 

Before she speaks to you, she makes sure both of you are far away from the group. “I felt his presence this time... It was strong, even Rey knew something was off. I don't want to pry but if you need to tell me something, you can.” 

She is so kind and down to earth but you can’t reveal the truth. “I just miss him so much, Leia.” You sniffle. 

Your emotions come back out of nowhere, tears fall from your eyes slowly and snot goes to drip from your nose but you wipe it with your sleeve. 

Leia sighs as she leads you into her little room, “If you feel like you’d be happier with him then take one of our ships and go. I won’t stop you. Although the others might try.” She takes a cup and pours dark blue hot liquid into it from a glass pitcher. Her words surprise you since you thought you would never hear her say that. 

“Drink. It’ll calm you down.” She hands you the steaming mug and you sip at it slowly. 

The warmth washes over your nerves and numbs them. You slowly start to feel sleepy and content as the tears dry on your cheeks, “As much as it would pain me to see you go down that path again, I’d let you leave. It’s hard for me as a mother to see my son so torn. I know he wants to come back for you...” She mumbles, “But he feels as if he’s too late.” You finish her sentence. 

She gives you a sympathetic smile and nods, “He thinks he’s done too much wrong to come back. Which is true, nobody will trust him enough and we would have to keep him... contained. I’m not sure if I would trust my own son either.” She sighs again, “Go ahead and get some rest. Tomorrow we can talk more.” She sits down on her cot so she can get ready for bed herself. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Leia. Thank you.” You say goodbye as you walk out, the mug is still warm in your hands. 

When you get back to your room, you take the babies out of their carriers. You carefully lay them in their bassinets to tuck them in. You get changed into some clothes before you crash on your bed, you swear you’re in such a deep sleep you’re snoring the whole night. 

Your usual alarm wakes you up in the morning, you groan and slam your hand down on it so it would shut up. “Noooo... I’m not ready.” You croak out as you roll over onto your back. Your face is crusty where you were drooling throughout the night then you open your eyes to see that your lights are on, thanks to the alarm. 

A soft sigh falls from your lips as you sit up to see that Ellie is wide awake in her bassinet but Ani is still asleep. You start to get a bottle ready for them both but you’ll feed her first. 

Once the milk is warmed, you test it on your wrist to make sure it’s not too hot before you pick her up and feed her. “My baby girl. You’re so gorgeous.” You run your thumb down the side of her soft face as she sucks on the bottle. 

Sometimes, you wake up and it’s so surreal that this is your life now. You have your own children and they’re beautiful little babies too. 

You can’t wait till the day you can share mornings like these with Kylo. That’s when your life will feel complete. 

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[miraithislife]

Miraith Part 3 <3 (little long oop)

“Did you...ever have a family...?” She asked in a soft, curious voice. Wraith had been nestled warmly by the fireplace in Mirage’s private condo. It was filled with pictures, collectibles, and posters of him, of course, along with all of his trophies and medals from the Games, fan mail, fan art, comics, and practically anything else related to him. 

“My family?” Mirage repeated in surprise, not really expecting her to ask that of him. He was in the kitchen, making them both some warm mugs of hot chocolate to treat the increasingly bitter cold from which they’d just sought refuge. “Well, yea. I have a family. I’m the youngest of four. Four boys. Had to screw around to get attention, you know.” 

Wraith scoffed, “Bet that wasn’t hard for you to do.” She brought the blanket (with a full length Mirage printed onto it) more snugly around her shoulders, having replaced Mirage’s coat, which was hung neatly in the closet by the front door. 

Mirage grinned, “Nope.” He laughed. “We were definitely a handful for our parents.”  

Wraith bit her lip embarrassedly and looked to the crackling flames when realizing she had no idea what those were. She knew everyone had them, she’d heard the term before. Something about it was vaguely familiar. She wanted to ask, but the words stopped in her throat. Would she sound weird for asking such a ridiculous thing? 

What would he think of her if she did? 

What if he thought she was joking?

What would he think when realizing she was being serious?

A pit grew in Wraith’s stomach as her anxieties grew, and she began to get a headache from overthinking. 

It’s Mirage. He’ll understand. She self-consoled. 

Wraith took a breath and asked (after conjuring up the bravery) in a voice soft as silk, “What are parents?” 

Mirage looked over at her. The look in her eyes told him she was being genuine and serious. “Uh,” he began, not wanting his surprise or delay in response to come off judgemental or make her feel bad. “Well...parents are the people who take care of you. Claim you as your own, cause, uh. They gave birth to you? Well no your mom does that part...the dad just--ahem.” He shrugged. “Yea they take care of and love you, basically. Raise ya. All that fun stuff.” He picked out two mugs from the cupboard.

Well, that wasn’t so bad. She thought.

Did she ever have parents...? She wondered.

“You have parents?” She asked.

“Well, yea.” Mirage replied, setting them on the countertop and closing the cupboard. “Everyone has parents, right?” 

Wraith solemnly averted her gaze to her hands, saying quietly. “Right.” 

Mirage winced. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean--” 

“It’s alright.” She said, rather shortly. 

Mirage rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “I mean, not everyone has parents.” He said in an attempt to make it better. He shrugged and said in a tone to play it off, “Besides, it’s not like having parents make you cool or anything.” He removed the pitcher from the stove once the water’d heated to the perfect temperature. 

“At least not mine, heh. I mean, what kind of parents tell you you were an accident baby and try to sell you online?” He began pouring the water into each of the mugs, “OnLINE.” He stressed. “And for FREE?” He passionately continued, still holding the steaming pitcher, waving it along with his animated hand gestures and story retelling. Wraith raised the blanket to her mouth, she couldn’t help but softly giggle at his increasing annoyance as he recalled the memory. 

Mirage was too enraged to notice her adorable little laugh. “I mean, hell. Like okay, I was an accident and you wanna sell me, but for free?” He gestured to himself. “I mean, look at me, I’m amazing! I’m handsome, I’m smart, I’ve got fans--I’ve gotta be worth a nice rack of pork chops at the very least. And I was the cutest little thing, too.” Mirage set the pitcher down, crossing his arms and leaning against the refrigerator. He shook his head, confused as to why he was so unwanted, “I had chubby cheeks...I had curls…”

“What were your parents like?” Wraith asked. “Aside from wanting to sell you, of course.” 

“My mom was the sweetest woman you’d ever meet. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. She was great.” Mirage began, the selling incident instantly leaving his mind. He stood and resumed finishing the hot chocolate, adding the cocoa powder. “She was crazy smart. My mother was an engineer. She’d make things, design things, build things, break a few things.” He laughed. “That was always funny.” He laughed again. “She makes me, well, me.” He said, raising his arms to bask in his glory. “Mirage.” 

He plopped a couple marshmallows into each of the mugs. Carefully, he carried the mugs to the living room and set them on the glass coffee table. He moved the gold and red accent pillows on his sleek dark gray couch to allow himself a seat next to Wraith. “She introduced me to illusion-creating tech. And...well, long story short I got obsessed and addicted, went to school and learned about mechanisms and doohickeys and whatchamacallits, and, well, yea, here I am.” He handed her her mug first. 

“Then we made some pretty cool stuff together. My favorites were all the holo tech, I mean come on look at this baby.” He said proudly with a smug look on his face, gesturing to his outfit. “Worked at the bar for who knows how long, heard about the Games and wanted to join, sounded pretty fun. But I didn’t want to leave my mother alone, you know, since everyone else was gone.” His face fell. 

“Until one day she came up to me after a long day of work and gave me a set of customized holo devices and told me to follow my dream.” He looked at her and smiled. “So, I did. And I promised to give her some money to help her get out of some long overdue debts and out of the slums and dirt we’d always lived in. I can finally say I’ve helped make her happy, now. I make sure she’s taken care of before going off to compete, cause you know, never know if that’s my last time seeing her.”

Wraith failed to suppress the warmth that washed over heart. “She sounds amazing.” She took the mug graciously. “Thank you.” 

Mirage smiled, “Yea, she really is. Everything I do now in the Games is for her.”

Wraith couldn’t help but feel her heart warm her chest. She’d always seen Mirage as silly and rather self-centered, but it turned out, to her pleasant surprise, that there were things that truly mattered to him more than just women, fans, or having the spotlight on him. “She’s lucky to have such a great son like you. I’m sure you two have always been really close.” 

Mirage blushed at her compliment, “Thank you.” He wrinkled his nose and shrugged, “Nah, not always. We didn’t really get along that well at first (which was entirely my fault), and we kinda just bonded after my three older brothers died in the Frontier War, so all she had was me by default.” He laughed wryly. “But honestly with the engineering thing, it helped make it work. Now I can’t imagine life without her.” He took a sip from his hot chocolate, only then realizing Wraith hadn’t. 

“Don’t like hot chocolate?” He asked.

“Oh, no, that’s not it.” she replied. “I’ve just never had it.” Her eyes didn’t move from the chocolate tainted white blobs floating in her mug. “What are those?”

Mirage scoffed, “What are those? Only the best things ever!” 

Wraith smiled, “What are they?”

“Marshmallows. Soft, squishy, sweet thingamajigs...I don’t really know what they are, but they make everything a million times better. Especially in hot chocolate.” Mirage replied. “Try it.” 

Wraith looked at him, then back to her mug. Slowly, she curled her full, rounded lips, silently blowing away the steam that arose from the mug, watching it dissipate into the air. She closed her eyes and inhaled the heavenly, chocolatey aroma, exhaling a soft hum of content. Mirage, adorably, watched her place the mug’s rim to her mouth, but couldn’t keep his eyes off her beautifully shaped lips. Keeping her eyes closed, she took a sip. She sighed through her nose in content as the soothing warmth made its way down her throat and through her body, reveling in the cocoa’s richness and the marshmallow’s delicately sweet touch. 

“Mmm.” She opened her eyes and met his. Her heart skipped a beat. The look in his eyes scared her. But...in a good way. There was no doubt he was in total awe and completely enamored of her existence. Mirage couldn’t hide anything from her even if he wanted to, and the throbbing in his chest that burned so fiercely out of love, longing, and desire began to grow to a point at which he couldn’t control or suppress for much longer. 

Her heart raced. 

There was so much she wanted to tell him. 

So much he needed to know. 

So much she wished she had the strength to tell him.

So much she wanted to share with him...in every way possible. 

A blush touching her cheeks, she smiled warmly. “It’s delicious.” 

Mirage beamed. “I’m glad you think so. And that looks good on you, by the way.”

Wraith slightly furrowed her brow, “What does?”

Mirage replied dreamily, “That smile.”

Wraith quickly averted her gaze as her blush deepened, she cleared her throat in attempt to change the subject, “What about your fath--” 

Mirage’s mood changed quickly. “My dad was an absolute scumbag. Was never there. Hit and cheated on my mom. Abused and overworked us boys. Cursed us out. Destroyed the house. Kept us poor and put us down. Drank his life away and took his problems out on us. List goes on and on.” He said with a wave of his hand. 

“Disappeared one day and never came back. Left us dirt poor and starving and took everything my mom owned to sell for money but you know, it was prolla-prabob-parlabol--” He threw his hands up in frustration. “WORDS.” He hastily stood up and made his way to the wall, punching it vehemently. He grabbed his wrist and gasped sharply in pain. He kicked the wall in frustration and sat on the side of his bed, facing the wall. “His leaving was the best thing that ever happened to us.” He ended in spite, fiddling with the straps on his glove. 

Wraith didn’t know what to think.

She had never seen him like this before.

The saddened and angry little boy inside of him was waking up, and she knew that feeling all too well. To feel trapped. To have emotions suppressed and not worked through. To feel resentment and revenge. To want answers. To want to just know why. 

Without a sound, she arose from the cushions and to his side, the bed bouncing a little as she sat. Mirage’s body swayed a little from the movement, his head hung low. Wraith reassuringly laid a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mirage. I know that must’ve been very hard for you...to not have someone there when you needed them most, let alone cause so much pain...and to not understand why.” 

Her hand gently turned his face to hers, and the look on his face nearly broke her heart. His face fell, his head hung low, and his eyes were full of sorrow and pain. Angry tears pricked his eyes, and several had begun to make their way down his cheeks. 

Wraith continued, gently cupping his face with her hands and using her thumbs to wipe away his tears, “To have things happen out of your control and suffer from it. Whether it’s you or loved ones. Then you question what you did wrong and what you should’ve done right, as if it’s your fault...taking on that burden.” She lifted his face so their eyes met, and with a gentle motion, she brushed his hair from his face and behind his ear, then caressing his cheek in the same manner he had to her earlier. “But that doesn’t make you wrong in how you feel. Your emotions are valid. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel hurt. It’s okay to be angry. Just don’t let them define or change who you are.” She smiled. 

Mirage stared at her, speechless.

How did she know what to say? And how to say it? So elegantly and well put?

“That’s...exactly how I feel, Wraith.” Mirage said. He never doubted her past experiences, but the level to which they could relate was so touching it made his heart feel so much lighter. He now knew, finally, at 30 years old, that he wasn’t alone.

Wraith scoffed through a soft laugh. “Well, I know a thing or two about loss and pain.” 

Mirage gently took her hands from his face and cherished them in his, pressing his lips to her knuckles several times, not breaking eye contact. “Well, you’re not alone anymore.”

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@wolfflock asked for high school teammates to lovers Darrish. I gave it a shot. CW for post-Paige sadness and guilt. Pre-slash.

Derek didn’t want to go back to school. He didn’t even want to exist right now, let alone go to school and walk past the memorial at her locker after the awful animal attack that killed the Beacon Hills high school’s musical prodigy.  He wasn’t sure what made him more angry; the fact that he was the animal, or the fact that it seemed like everyone loved her more now that she was dead than they had loved her in life. (None of them, though, had loved her like he had. He’d loved her to death.)

Derek shook his head and resisted the urge to tear it all down, tearing his eyes away from the picture of her in the middle of all the flowers. He had to get to class. He’d already missed a week of school. His teachers had all been very sympathetic (not that he deserved it) but he knew that if he didn’t get his assignments done he’d lose his spot on the basketball team.

And if he lost that...he’d have nothing left. Nothing except blue werewolf eyes and a foggy memory of cradling her body close to his chest.  “Derek! You’re back.” He let his eyes fall closed and took a deep breath, counting to ten. If it had been most others he’d have just kept walking, ignored them, but of course, it had to be him. “Hey Jordan,” he said, trying to put some amount of emotion into his voice. He turned when a hand clapped him on the shoulder, Jordan’s concerned green eyes landing on his face, his lips quirked in a small, genuine smile.  “Everyone’s been worried about you. I’m so, so sorry.”  Guilt stirred in Derek’s gut. He was glad Jordan wasn’t a werewolf to smell it. “Yeah, I uh, thanks,” he stuttered. How was he supposed to respond to people showing him sympathy? Did he accept their condolences? Did he just let himself believe the narrative that some  animal had killed her and pretend like it hadn’t been his harebrained plan that had gotten her into the mess, and his claws that had hastened her death?  “Did you hear me?” Jordan asked, squeezing Derek’s shoulder gently.  No, he hadn’t, too lost in the sea of guilt and blame and anger to pay any attention outward. “No, I didn’t, sorry.”  “I said that Coach is looking forward to you being back,” Jordan said, moving his hand from Derek’s shoulder and tucking it into his pocket. “We need you, man. I’ll see you at practice.” Jordan grinned and headed into the sea of people and towards his class. Derek reached across his body to place his hand over the spot on his shoulder where Jordan had gripped him. He’d touched Derek – a monster, a killer – without hesitation, or fear. Such a simple touch was more than most of Derek’s family had given him in the last week, a mix of fear for him and fear of him.  Derek found himself touching the spot on his shoulder a lot that first day. -- “Hale, are you even trying?” Coach called out after Derek missed his third 3-point shot in a row – something he was usually very good at. “I know you’ve got personal stuff, but if you wanna stay on the team you need to get it together.”  Anger flared in Derek because how fucking dare Coach try to reduce Paige’s death to nothing more than just personal stuff. He resisted the urge to growl but turned towards Coach, hands clenched at his sides, ready to fight when suddenly his view was obscured. Jordan, beads of sweat dotting his brow, had stepped between Derek and Coach, one of his hands outstretched. “Take a breath,” he said softly. “He’s always like this, remember?”  “I can’t do this.” Derek said, shaking his head and spinning away from Jordan, jogging towards the locker room despite the calling of his coach and teammates. Angry tears burned in his eyes when he got there, sitting down heavily on one of the benches and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to stem the flow. “Derek.”  Derek jumped, and then had to laugh because for fucks sake he was a werewolf, no one should be able to get the jump on him like that. “Let me guess, Coach wants me back out there?” Jordan dropped onto the bench next to Derek and shrugged his shoulders. “No idea. I didn’t wait to find out.” He nudged his shoulder into Derek’s. “Are you sure you’re ready to be back.”

“No,” Derek said, the most honest he’d been about the situation. “I have no idea if I’m ever going to be ready to be back.” “Is there anything I can do?” Jordan asked. Derek noticed that he hadn't moved away since the shoulder bump, his body a warm, constant weight against Derek’s shoulder. “I hate seeing you like this.” Derek turned to Jordan finally, ashamed of the tears in his eyes but also comforted by the open, honest smile of the other boy. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “It’s gonna be okay, Derek.” Jordan said, before he slowly – so, so slowly – brought his other arm up to tug Derek into a somewhat-awkward side-hug. “You’re gonna be okay.” Okay. That word had been thrown around a lot in the last week or so and Derek hadn’t believed it. But, in that otherwise-empty locker room, with the muffled sound of Coach’s whistle in the distance, his face pressed awkwardly against Jordan’s shoulder, he might have believed that Okay was possible. -- Derek kissed Jordan without thinking about it two months later. They were sitting in Derek’s bedroom working on algebra homework and laughing about things Coach had said at practice the day before. There was a big game this weekend, so they’d both agreed to sit and get as much homework done as they could.

Derek wasn’t sure who was more shocked by the kiss, himself – who had frozen in the moment and started to pull away – or Jordan – who had reacted much more quickly and leaned into it. Derek blinked and traced his lips with his tongue. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “For kissing me?” Jordan asked with a grin. “You don’t have to be.”  “I didn’t...even know I was into guys,” Derek admitted.  “I mean...neither did I, but like, I’m into you.” Jordan shrugged. “I just...I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so soon after what happened.”  What happened. It was code for “that time Derek killed his girlfriend.” but Jordan didn’t even know the full story. Jordan didn’t even know that Derek was a werewolf and that was....not a mistake that Derek was going to make again.  “I need to tell you something,” Derek said, closing the text book. “Just...promise not to scream, okay?”  Jordan raised an eyebrow, but his green eyes were sparkling and his lips had parted into a wide smile. “I’ll try.”  When Derek’s face changed, eyes burning blue and extra hair sprouting along his jaw, Jordan didn’t scream. He got bonus points for taking one of Derek’s clawed hands and studying it, his scent even, his heartbeat steady. Derek shifted back to kiss him again.