#someday i hope to make someone a cake as good as that

[yoisami]

˚₊‧୨୧ TELL YOU SOMEDAY

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: i’m unsettled that i wrote a birthday fic for kuroo but not for my bf osamu :/ was gonna drop an angsty bomb for him LOL but decided not to for hana (ily bae) ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

tags. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, 1.5k wc, fluff, unestablished relationship, happy birthday kuroo yay, heavy narration sorry, if every time i use an em dash in my writing and i gain a dollar, i’d be a literal billionaire

“sit here and wait for me!”

brandishing your index finger at your couch, kuroo complies with your facetious command as he falls into the couch, sinking into the furniture. a familiar, frisky grin blossoms on your face before you turn your head to prepare “something” in the kitchen. you even declared that you wouldn’t hesitate to kick him out of your apartment if he enters the kitchen.

“better be quick then,” kuroo jests, watching you leave the living room and into the kitchen. peeping your head out, you scrunch your nose as he reciprocates your expression.

you look at him once more as your lips break into another grin. “don’t rush me. good things take time!”

right now, you’re completely persuaded that he’s an idiot and is fully unaware of the little birthday “surprise” you’ve prepared for him, and kuroo pats himself on the back for being able to continue this game of pretend play. while you’re busy bathing in a pool of triumph, you don’t realise that you’ve fallen for kuroo’s fake ignorance—he knows that you’ve arranged a birthday cake for him, with candles to blow out at exactly twelve o’clock.

it’s currently eleven fifty-one, and you’re adding some final touches to kuroo’s birthday cake in the kitchen—the ultimate reason why he’s prohibited from entering the kitchen for the next nine minutes.

the corner of his lips curves upwards when you’ve left the living room entirely, and he dips his head backwards, throwing a palm over his eyes. with his vision partially covered, his sole focus is on the warmth that blooms inside his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and it feels as if his heart is about to combust. it’s beating violently and incessantly, and kuroo admits that he’s a lovesick fool—for you.

he’s twenty—soon to be twenty-one—but acts nothing like the true adult that he’s supposed to be. unable to control his teeming bliss, kuroo buries his face into one of the available cushions on the couch, murmuring and screeching incoherently into the slip before he lifts his head up.

whether it’s his love that makes him immature or it’s his inborn fate to be an idiot, kuroo feels as if he’s reversed time and become a second-year high school student again—someone who is eager to love another, and hopeful about the works of romance. kuroo established the fact that he liked you when he was fourteen and naïve, only expecting his feelings would eventually dilute when he entered high school. he was convinced that you were just a “phase” that he was yet to grow out of, but quite the opposite happened—he didn’t fall for a single one of his classmates because you continued to reign over his heart. 

their jokes were inferior to yours, and none of them were as talented as you. your voice had a pretty tone, and it’s distinct from everyone else’s—even to this day, your voice continues to call out to his heart, whether it was signalling to him or not. his classmates weren’t as kind as you, or as caring as you, or as selfless as you—you’re special to him.

and even though he’s in university, where there are more attractive and talented people, no one else could win him over like you do. kuroo believes that you have some superpower over his heart—kenma’s face twisted in disgust when he said that the first time.

to his dismay, you didn’t appear to feel the same way as he did. your pair of eyes followed another boy, and your romantic gestures were never directed at kuroo. in high school, you baked pink butter cookies for some other boy every year on valentine’s day. they were packaged in clear pockets that were tied shut by lace ribbons you purposely visited the department store for, and you’d arrive at school in the early morning to secure a spot for your gift on his desk. your heart seemed to call out to someone else; your heart seemed to be in the hands of someone else.

but after high school, things have changed. you no longer spend time thinking about a boy you like before falling asleep, nor do you bashfully fix your hair when he walks by. for once, your heart seems to be vacant for kuroo.

and he’d be stupid if he didn’t take that to his advantage.

for the past month, kuroo has been scattering pieces of his feelings beside your feet that form a path to him. in your conversations, he responded to you in ways that potentially suggested romance in hopes of confusing you (he has to have a bit of fun, of course), was acting more chivalrously around you, and was a tad more affectionate with you (throwing his arm over your shoulders when you’re walking, fixing your hair when the wind messes it up)—all of them were shimmering hints that he’s been hoping you’d take notice of.

and you have, and kuroo’s more than pleased to see that you mirror his gestures too. when he drops a pathetic pick-up line, you do the same; when kuroo flippantly taps your knee under the table, you take his hand and momentarily fidget with his calloused hand.

you’re flustered when he leans in close to tease you; in his periphery, he notices your prolonged stares, and you’ve changed your hair accessories to his favourite colour.

finally, you like him back.

“tetsurou! shut your eyes.”

kuroo straightens his posture as he closes his eyes, his hands resting on his knees. despite having his eyes shut, he could see that the lights in the apartment had been turned off. now, he’s limited to only four of his senses.

the sound of your footsteps lightly pad in his direction, and he could hear your broken giggles as you made a half-hearted attempt to hold yourself back from laughing at him. the heater softly whirrs, but the noise dissipates from kuroo’s focus when you begin to sing.

“happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you...” 

it’s a sweet tune that he hears once every year, usually sung by a number of his friends and family. their voices would combine, sounding a little off-tune and unsynchronised, and kuroo would never be able to tell whose voice belongs to whom.

“happy birthday dear tetsurou...”

but this year, you’re the first person to sing him this song, and he appreciates it more than yaku’s frequent voice cracks when he sings.

“happy birthday to you!”

your voice gently falls to end the song, but soon returns when he feels your elbow nudging his arm. “hey—open your eyes.”

the living room is dimly lit by tiny flame that flutters atop the pink candle, standing humbly as the only candle on kuroo’s birthday cake. it offers enough light for him to see everything within his vicinity, but it especially accentuates your presence.

“i sang you ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t even open your eyes for that,” you sigh, plastering a counterfeit frown on your lips. he knows your pout is a joke when it quickly vanishes, defeated by your animated grin that puts his thoughts on hold. “make a wish.”

“alright.”

his eyes are closed again. his hands are clasped together and pressed to his lips, and his heart, eager and hopeful, is singing out to you:

i want to be the one you love.

there’s a short moment of silence before your voice interferes with the silence in the room. “done?”

opening his eyes, kuroo nods. curiousity glints in your irises, and you lean in closer to him.

“what’d you wish for?”

“can’t tell you that,” kuroo says. “if i tell you, then it won’t come true.”

“what are you, five? you know that birthday wishes don’t come true anyway.”

well, kuroo hopes that your assumption is wrong—very wrong.

“so, what’d you wish for?”

between the two of you, kuroo can see miniscule, colourless particles that maunder in the air. he then focuses on you—your skin imbibes the flame’s yellow glow, and your eye smiles remind him of half-moons in summer. perfection exists within you, and kuroo is accustomed to the twinkle of love that he sees in your pupils when light ricochets off your cornea. 

two years ago, you’d look at him with so much love—however, it’s a different kind of love that he sees in your eyes now. you look at him as if he collects glitter from the moon for you, and you look at him as if he’s the prince charming in your fairytale. you love him, and he loves you—

—but that’s a secret he’ll keep to himself for a little while longer.

“are you gonna an—”

when kuroo flicks your forehead with his blistered fingers, you jerk away, yelping “ow!” as you bring your hand to soothe the area, scowling at his trademark smirk.

“i’ll tell you someday. but i want to eat the cake now.”

© yoisami 2023. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #osamu my love just wait #i have smth for u dw ☺️💍 #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #hq fluff #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro #tetsurou kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo imagines

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @qwertynerd97 behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

Maybe Billy should just say something first, but he doesn't want to talk over Lynn, so . . . 

“It looks different from the box ones,” Lynn says after a moment, frowning a little. 

“Oh, yeah,” Billy says, glancing down at the cake too. “This is more, like, traditional strawberry shortcake? The snack cakes are kinda copies of it.” 

“. . . ‘copies’,” Lynn repeats. 

“Yeah,” Billy says. “Just, you know, a different version?” 

“. . . which ones are better?” Lynn asks slowly. 

. . . yeah, that seems like a loaded question, Billy thinks. 

“Neither, really,” he says with a shrug. “I mean, you can't pack the traditional stuff in a lunchbox or keep it around all the time, it'd get all stale and gross. But the snack cakes aren't as good for parties and things like that. So I dunno, it just depends on what you want ‘em for.” 

Lynn doesn't say anything. He just stares at the cake. 

Billy really hopes he's doing this right. 

“If you don't like it, we'll just get you more snack cakes instead,” he says, resisting the urge to fidget. It feels like a stupid thing to feel anxious about, but Lynn's been alive for so little time, and it makes him feel like every single thing that could go wrong would be the worst thing that's ever happened to him. 

Well, it would be, right? 

Admittedly giving him the wrong cake is probably not gonna be on par with Cadmus mind-controlling him, but Billy's seen people get hurt or break down over stuff that looks really minor from the outside a lot of times, and . . . 

After his parents died and Uncle Eben stole everything they left him and threw him out on the street like he was nothing, the worst things always seemed so small. Things like how he lost his home and everything he’d ever owned, how he doesn't have any photos of his mom and dad or even anything that belonged to them at all . . . those things are just too big to really feel, sometimes. Too big to really process. 

But things like how it always rains at the worst possible time and the time he ripped his warmest hoodie too bad to fix and the year his backpack got stolen right before winter set in . . . 

Things like those, Billy’s sobbed himself sick over. 

He doesn't want to ever make Lynn feel anything like that. 

He doesn't want anything to ever make Lynn feel like that. 

He knows things . . . will, probably. Someday, at least. But he wants to be someone who Lynn can feel safe coming to when it happens, not the person causing it. Especially not over a stupid mistake or something thoughtless. Lynn doesn't deserve that. 

Billy wants to be a good dad more than he's ever wanted maybe anything in his life, it feels like, and it's sort of . . . weird, actually, and a little scary. What if he messes it up? What if he's just not good enough? What if . . .

Lynn sticks one of the plastic forks in the closest piece of strawberry shortcake. Takes a bite. 

Frowns. 

“. . . it is different,” he says, not looking at him. Billy, again, barely holds back from fidgeting. 

“Um, yeah,” he says. “So! They're both good, I think. Just not good the same way or for the same stuff.” 

Lynn keeps frowning down at the cake. Billy worries that he maybe sounds stupid or patronizing or something, or that Lynn just thinks he's full of shit, or . . . or whatever, he guesses. 

Worries that he's doing this wrong, more than anything else. 

He really doesn't want to do this wrong. 

“. . . fine,” Lynn mutters, and then takes a bite of the chocolate cake instead. Billy isn't sure if that's a good sign, but relaxes a little anyway. It might be one? Maybe? 

Lynn seems to like the cake okay, at least. 

They eat all three slices of it between them–Billy tries to leave bigger shares for Lynn and Tawky, but he's not sure he manages to; it's just really good. He hasn't actually had cake in a while, come to think of it. Not, like, the kind that didn't come from a snack cake. Somebody got a cheap grocery store sheet cake for a “no one died this time!” party at the Watchtower a few months ago, but . . . 

Well, it didn't taste like this, even though that was arguably a special occasion too. 

Though this time he's not gonna be all alone as soon as the party's over and everyone goes home, so . . . maybe that's why, he guesses. Lynn is gonna be living with him at least until he can pass for eighteen, though Billy's hoping for a little longer. Two years is a long time, but not very long compared to an actual eighteen. And it's just gonna be nice to have–well, to live with somebody again. 

Especially to live with family again. 

Better family than Uncle Eben, he means. 

Billy feels . . . weird, a little. Just–thinking about that feels weird. 

He hopes Lynn is gonna stay longer than just two years. He'll still do this even if he doesn't wanna, obviously, but . . . 

He doesn't know. He just wants to be a good dad. Just wants to do right by Lynn, whatever “right” turns out to be. 

But he still wishes, well . . . 

He's not sure what he's wishing, exactly, but he wants Lynn to stay. 

“I kinda had a question,” he says while Lynn and Tawky are finishing the last of the strawberry shortcake. “Do you always mean it when you say ‘no’? Or, um–‘yes’, either.” 

Lynn–pauses. Lowers his fork. 

“. . . why,” he asks very, very slowly, though he doesn't really pitch it like a question.

“Um,” Billy says. “Because if you don't, I don't really know what to do when you do? I don't wanna just assume things, you know? I don't know you well enough to make guesses on that kind of thing, and I mean . . .” 

That'd feel so unsafe, is all he can think. Lynn would just have to hope he guessed right all the time, and hope he wasn't gonna be the kind of asshole who “guessed” wrong on purpose and then said he'd said it was okay, so he hadn't done anything wrong, it was Lynn's own fault, so–

Billy knows more about the world than Lynn, obviously, but he isn't infallible even with the wisdom of Solomon, and he’d never want to make Lynn feel like some people have made him feel. Like trusting someone is stupid, when he knows that’s not true. He’s not the one who messed up, if he trusts someone who treats him badly for it. He’d be the one in the wrong if he ignored the “no” problem and made it Lynn’s problem. 

But he still wants to make sure Lynn doesn’t ever feel bad about himself for anything like this.

#qwertynerd97 #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!

[romantichomicide95]

HI BEE!! I would like to request a fluff piece with anyone you want!! :3

hmmm, it's wedding season. maybe a fic about going to a friend's wedding with your boyfriend as your plus one and him noticing your ogling at everything and maybe a little wistful. he makes a comment at the end of the evening about how he wants to wife you up someday too. this could have been a little more eloquent but i hope it's enough to jump start!!

btw ily and i hope you're doing okay this evening <3

I love that you said anyone I want. Obviously it’s Gojo because he would be this person and Levi is the love of my life and I don’t ever want to get married so writing him that way would be hella hard hahaha. Also thankyou and ily❤️

Gojo x Reader

Fluffy wedding stuff.

You were sitting next to your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo at your close friends wedding, watching the bride and groom as they exchanged their vows. You couldn't help but let your gaze wander over to the other guests, admiring their stylish outfits and impeccable hairstyles. The happy look on everyone’s face. You’d been doing this all night, admiring…it was hard not to. You’d dream of weddings since you were young. The pretty flowers everywhere, the beautiful white dress, having someone who loved you by your side. It was a dream and you couldn’t help but take this all in, a slight ping of envy with every sweep of your eyes.

"Enjoying the view?" Satoru teased, noticing your ogling, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

You felt embarrassment pull over you and looked away. "I just like weddings," you said, trying to play it off cool. "The decorations, the romance, the cake…it’s all just beautiful.”

Satoru laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners. "I know, I know. You're a hopeless romantic."

You pouted slightly, feeling a bit silly. "Is it so bad? Lots of girls dream of their wedding day. It’s not out of the ordinary” you asked, looking back at him. He smiled at you ruffling your hair. “Of course not puppet.” You looked into his sparkling blue eyes, searching for any hint of what he was thinking.

Satoru chuckled at your reaction. "It's definitely not bad, and you're right, many girls dream of their wedding day," he replied. “But for me, it's not just about the wedding day itself. It's about finding that special person that you want to spend the rest of your life with."

You nodded your head, understanding what he meant. Satoru was always so smooth with his words and gestures, but you knew that he truly meant what he said. You also knew you’d found that person, it was him.

The rest of the wedding ceremony passed by in a blur, your mind buzzing with thoughts of pretty dresses and aisles lined in flowers. You were walking past the shops aligning the streets, with Satoru's arm around your waist, a slight breeze blowing in your hair.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice that had come to a stop in front of a small jewelry store. He tugged on your arm, bringing you closer to the window. "What do you think?" he asked, pointing at a beautiful ring that was on display.

You gasped, feeling a wave of emotions flooding over you. You turned to look at him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Satoru looked at you with a deep intensity, his bright blue eyes fixated on yours. "I know that we're not quite there yet, but I want you to know, one day, when the time is right, I will ask you to marry me. And I hope that you'll say yes."

Without a word, you launched yourself into his arms, tears streaming down your face. He held you close. “Toru that’s so sweet. Whenever that time comes I’ll say yes, a million times I would say yes.”

“Good,” he says as he holds you close to his chest, laying kisses on the top of your head, “I’m definitely going to wife you up someday Angel. But for now, let’s go home yeah? You can tell me all about your little angel dreams of how you want your wedding to be.”

“Sounds perfect Toru. I love you.”

“Mmmm. I love you to.”

#gojo x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo fluff #gojo #gojo jjk #jjk gojo

[the-himawari]

A3! Spotlight Event Translation - Spotlight (Secret): Ikaruga Brothers & Hyodo Brothers & Shadows in the Moonlight (3/19)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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~Shadows in the Moonlight Side~

Chikage: So, what are you thinking about?

Hisoka: You see, for Christmas at Guy’s bar—.

-pause-

Chikage: I see. And your idea right now is?

Hisoka: My first choice was to choose a concept and serve the customers like the Actor’s Café. By the way, I’ve already rejected the idea for poetry reading.

Chikage: I can… tell easily whose suggestion that was.

Hisoka: You work for a trading company, so you’ve met a lot of people and seen a lot of different plans. Do you have any good ideas?

Chikage: …You should start by thinking about why they chose Journey for their Christmas plans.

Hisoka: The reason they chose Journey…

Chikage: It’s because they like Journey they way it is, right? They purposely chose it because they like the atmosphere, customer service, and the drinks there. Making a huge change would miss the point.

Hisoka: …I see. I guess you’re right.

Waiter: Thank you for waiting. Here is your hot chocolate.

Hisoka: Thanks.

Waiter: And here is your seasonal special blended coffee. Right now we’re serving La Magie du Noel… We only serve this during the Christmas season. Please have these with your drinks as well. I hope you relax and enjoy your meal.

Hisoka: It’s gingerbread. It’s not covered in sugar, so even you can eat it, right?

Chikage: It still looks sweet though. And the smell of your hot chocolate is making it worse.

Hisoka: What was the name of your coffee again?

Chikage: La Magie du Noel. It means “the magic of Christmas” in French.

Hisoka: The magic of Christmas—. … “If the falling snow was warm like the sun, and the chimes of the bells ringing through the town were words of love—"

Chikage: “The world would be a kinder place.”

Hisoka: …You remember?

Chikage: Of course. I was told not to forget.

Hisoka: That brings back memories. …Remember, back then—.

*flashback starts*

August: Welcome.

Child A: Hello!

Child B: Which one should I get~.

December: …There’s a lot of customers today even though the Halloween season is over.

April: It’s his fault for making up that “cookies that grant your wish” thing. Who knows when he’s going to get sued.

Child C: Misha! Are you still selling the cookies that grant wishes?

August: Yep. Which colour would you like?

Child C: Pink!

August: Alright, here you go. Do you have a love you want to come true?

Child C: Fufu. I only have eyes for you, Misha!

August: Oh my. What an honour. But alas. Apparently I’m a bad guy who’s going to get sued someday, so it’s better to give up on me.

Child C: There’s no way you’re a bad guy, Misha! Who said that about you?

April: …Don’t go off and exaggerate.

December: …Marshmallows…

April: Oi, how many pieces is that now? It’s your fault that the shop is going to run out of marshmallows.

Child A: Ah~, someone’s angry~.

Child B: He tried to eat them secretly, but he got caught!

August: He has to do it better next time, right?

Child C: Ahahaha.

-pause-

August: Thanks for your help, you two. We had a super busy day again today.

December: Zzz, zzz…

April: *Sigh*… I’m sure it’s not a good idea to stand out this much.

August: Well, I guess that’s true. But—. A life spent solely stealing, hiding, and being hated gets lonely. Even we can make someone smile, right?

April: Make someone smile, huh… …But more importantly, how long are we going to be this freaking busy?

August: We’re entering the holiday season, so I guess it’ll continue being this busy until the new year.

April: You’re kidding. This is a hindrance to our mission…

August: It’s Christmas already~. What if we go out on a limb and sell cakes this year?

December: I’m down.

April: Oi, you were listening? In any case, customer don’t come to all the way to a candy shop for cake. They’d buy one at a cake shop.

August: You have a point… hmmm…

April: Give up and just sell candy as usual.

August: Oh, I know. That would sell, wouldn’t it?

April: …I have a bad feeling about this.

December: *Yawn*…

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[steddieas-shegoes]

Hi! I love your writing so much! My request is just more of Eddie's water exposure therapy! I'd love to see Robin and Steve help and see how things play out. If not, that's totally cool too! Thanks for sharing your writing in the first place!

THANK YOU!!! You know what is super funny is I was working on this when you sent the other request yesterday. I loved exploring more of this post, and I think maybe I could keep doing so if I have time someday. I hope you love it! - Mickala ❤️

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Eddie was committed to getting through this, he was.

It’s just that he hadn’t really thought about how fucking difficult it would be to have to do it with Nancy.

Nancy was strong-willed and badass and if Eddie was ever gonna be interested in women, it would be Nancy fuckin’ Wheeler.

But sometimes, like today, he needed someone soft. Someone who was okay with taking things slow.

She knew something was off the moment she walked in the door, but she didn’t comment on it until he was hovering by the sink in the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know if I can do it today.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just not a good day.”

“Sometimes those are the days you need to push yourself most.”

“And sometimes I just need a break! We’ve been doing this for five days. I’m tired.”

He was tired. And he was frustrated. He had a setback one day three that he still hadn’t completely recovered from and he barely slept last night and Wayne forgot to save him the leftovers he wanted so it was just a shit day.

“What if I get Robin?”

“I don’t see how that will help.”

“Sometimes a small change can help. She already said she’d do whatever you need.”

“Does she realize I’m naked? I feel like she must not know I’m naked. I don’t even think she’s seen Steve naked, and they practically live up each others’ assholes.”

“Thanks for that image.” Nancy shook her head as if she could shake the image out and forget it was ever there. “So. Robin or me?”

“Robin.”

And despite Eddie being kind of convinced that Robin wouldn’t actually come, she did. And she brought him gummy bears as a reward.

Nancy didn’t give him rewards.

Maybe Robin should be in charge.

Nancy went over things with Robin again, explained that today was a full minute under the water, that he had to be fully submerged except for his head, and that he did have to be naked.

“Well. If I must see a dude’s junk, I guess I’m glad it’s yours.”

“Gee, thanks, Robin,” he said as he stripped.

If he thought too much about it, he’d lock himself in his room and just never shower again.

But Robin turned away as he stripped to give him some semblance of privacy and he was grateful.

Nancy waited in the hall, said she’d be there if they needed her, but would rather keep it to just one of them in the bathroom with Eddie.

Robin turned the water on.

“You like hot or warm?”

“Hot.”

“Good. Give it a minute.”

The water hitting the shower floor was apparently enough to have him losing his shit today. He tensed up and waited with a towel wrapped around him, watching as Robin kept testing the temperature of the water every ten seconds.

Finally, she smiled at him and nodded.

“Do you want me to talk or just count in my head?”

“Usually Nancy just counts out loud.”

“Does that help?”

“It doesn’t not help.”

“Would something else be better?”

“Uh. I guess try talking?”

“You got it.” Robin opened the bathroom door for a moment, said something, then closed the door again.

“Nancy’s got a kitchen timer ready to start when I knock on the door. You ready?”

“No, but I have to be.”

“I got all day.”

It did help to hear that. He knew, logically, no one would rush him, but sometimes he was worried that they’d give up on him if he took too long.

Like, he knew he was already pushing his luck just having them around for his everyday theatrics, so this was just icing on the cake.

But Robin didn’t make him feel like he had to worry about that and that already helped.

It’s not that Nancy rushed him, it’s just that she was a very straight to the point person. In or out. Shit or get off the pot.

Robin was the opposite in a lot of ways.

More of a, we’ll get there when we get there and we’ll stop to look at flowers on the way, kind of person.

She just watched as he stood by the shower, playing with his hair.

He took a deep breath, dropped the towel, and got in.

“Alright, good! You let me know when you’re in the water and I’ll knock and start chatting.”

Eddie could do this. He could.

So he did.

“In.”

He heard Robin knock as he clenched his teeth together and felt the water run down his shoulders and back.

Robin had picked the perfect temperature, not scalding, but hot enough to leave his skin pink. Just like he liked it.

“That’s how Steve likes his baths, which I tell him all the time is why he gets so lightheaded. You’re cooking yourselves. I’m realizing that I might be the emotional support bathing bestie. I sit with Steve when he has baths and now you with the shower. Is this all I’m good for?”

Eddie let out a strangled laugh.

It was helping, but he was still struggling to focus on anything except how stifling the water felt, how the steam building around him was starting to feel too much like fog and the drops were feeling too much like his own blood spattering on his body.

“Time?” He managed to croak out.

“Nance! Time?”

“20 seconds!”

“That’s not bad! Tell me your favorite Metallica song right now.”

He knew the answer. He opened his mouth to do it, but couldn’t say anything.

“Eddie? You okay?”

He tried to speak again, but it was just a whimper.

The water was too much.

He jumped out of the shower, nearly knocking Robin over in his escape.

He was shivering, though his skin was hot to the touch from the water, and Robin was already recovering and wrapping his towel around him.

Nancy was opening the door, worried eyes peeking around the corner.

“Listen to my voice, Eddie. Take in a deep breath. Slowly.”

It was easy to listen to Robin.

She didn’t hesitate to wrap him up in her arms, rubbing her hands up and down his back as he tried to breathe.

Nancy was standing in the doorway, not saying or doing anything, just a silent presence there to assist if needed.

He could feel Robin’s heart beating hard in her chest, so hard it felt like it was trying to jump into his chest.

But he was calming down now.

He pulled away and sat down on the floor, towel still loosely wrapped around him.

Robin shut off the shower, quickly joining him on the floor and waving Nancy away.

“You’re good at this.”

“Well, somebody has to be there for Steve when he’s having a bad day. I’ve gotten plenty of practice.”

“Is he this bad?”

“Oh, on his real bad days, he’s worse. And yes, you absolutely should hold that over him. Maybe then he’ll accept help from someone other than just me.”

He rested his head on her shoulder, smiling when she rested her head on his.

“You should have him come help.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why? Because you have a big stupid crush on him?”

“Why, yes, Robin. That’s exactly why.”

He knew she was rolling her eyes, but he didn’t care.

“You’re both so stupid, it gives me a stomach ache.”

Eddie didn’t think about what she said, just sat in silence as she started playing with his fingers.

“Want me to come back tomorrow?”

“Yeah, please.”

————

Robin came back for three days in a row, and Eddie managed to stay under the water until the timer went off every time.

He was scared to think about what would happen if he started to fail again.

But with Robin constantly talking his way through it, he couldn’t worry for long.

————

“Eddie.”

Oh no.

Robin’s voice was so scratchy, and dull, and not Robin.

She was sick.

Nancy wasn’t available today or tomorrow.

He couldn’t do this alone.

“It’s okay, Robs. I’ll…call Steve.”

“Good. Sorry again.”

She didn’t sound nearly as sorry as when he first answered the phone, but it wasn’t worth arguing about.

He paced the floor of his room for nearly ten minutes before he gave in and just dialed Steve’s number.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

“Oh, you have one of those homes. Gross.”

“Eds!”

“Hey, Stevie.”

Eddie knew his face was doing that stupid smile he only did for Steve, a combination of fond and content that he’d never been able to give anyone else.

“Everything good?”

“Well, kinda no?”

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked quickly, his tone changing from casual excitement to concern.

“You remember what Nancy told you about the uh…exposure therapy?”

“Yeah, how’s that going?”

Eddie sighed. Steve was so fucking nice all the time. It wasn’t fair.

“It’s not terrible. Robin’s helped for a few days. But uh.”

“What is it?”

“Robin’s sick and Nancy’s out of town. I can’t skip a day, especially not when I’ve been on a roll, ya know? So I was wondering if maybe, and you can say no I’ll do it alone if I have to, maybe you’d be willing to come play therapist?”

That wasn’t so hard. It was awkward, certainly, but not too bad.

“I’ll be right over,” Steve said quickly and hung up.

Eddie didn’t mean right this second necessarily, Jesus.

But if Steve wanted to help this badly, then who was he to stop him from rushing over?

And rush he did.

It wasn’t 15 minutes later that Steve was at his door.

“Where’s the fire, man?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind,” Eddie smiled at him. “Do you remember what Nancy said about all this?”

“Yeah. How long are you up to?”

“Minute and a half. Or I have to turn the water on and adjust the temperature myself and do a minute. But I don’t wanna try something new today, so minute and a half it is.”

Steve nodded along, but Eddie swore he looked nervous. Like he was hesitant to even be here. He needed to offer him an out.

“Listen, I can just wait. Skipping a day or two isn’t really gonna make a big difference in the long run.”

“No!” Steve suddenly shouted. “No. I want to help. I want to be here for you.”

“Oh,” Eddie looked down at his feet, hoping it would hide the blush on his cheeks. “Okay then.”

So he led Steve to the bathroom. He set the kitchen timer but didn’t start it yet.

Steve was standing by the shower, shifting his weight between his legs anxiously. He looked more nervous than Eddie even felt.

“Nancy and Robin usually turn the water on and make sure it’s hot for me. Robin said it’s like how you like it?”

“Got it.”

He turned to the faucets, adjusting them for a few seconds and then pulling back as he waited for the water to heat up.

“You can strip, I’ll turn around.”

“Oh. Okay. Sure.”

Eddie knew he sounded ridiculous.

You’ve taken showers before, idiot.

But the difference here was that Steve was about to be here to see him at his weakest, at least emotionally. And he’d be naked.

Going off of how much Nancy and Robin had to see of him, Steve would be getting an eyeful too.

“You okay?”

Eddie shook himself out of his thoughts.

“I’m okay. Sorry.”

He threw his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants before he could overthink it.

Steve had seen most of him when he was helping change his bandages after the bats snacked on him. It wasn’t a big deal.

Steve at least pretended to be paying more attention to the water and floor as he pulled his legs from his pants and slid his boxers off.

“Water’s good. You ready?”

Steve looked at his face, clearly avoiding any chance of seeing anything below the waist.

Probably locker room courtesy or something, though if you asked him, making eye contact was way more intimate than accidentally seeing someone else’s dick.

“Ready.”

Steve moved to the sink as he got in, probably grabbing the kitchen timer to start it the second he got under the water.

It took him a minute, the hot water hitting his toes gently.

But he took a deep breath, turned his back to the stream, and backed into the water.

“I’m in.”

The first part was getting easier to do, he’d admit that. It was easier to stay in the moment while the water first started hitting him, easier to speak for the first 15 or so seconds before he was completely soaked.

But then it was quiet. He couldn’t hear anything except the water beating down on him and the shower floor.

Steve wasn’t saying anything and Eddie didn’t know how to ask him to.

He didn’t want to sound needy, Steve was already giving up time out of his day to be here at all.

How long had it been? Probably not that long.

It felt like years.

The water was the perfect temperature, and that kind of helped him remember this was a shower, not the end of the fucking world.

The end of the world doesn’t care about your comfort.

Steve does though.

But after another ten or so seconds, the buzzing in his ears got louder, he could feel his body shaking as if the water had suddenly turned ice cold, and the thoughts rushing through his head were more memories he wished he could forget.

He still felt the water, but it wasn’t water anymore. It was blood and bats and doctor’s hands trying to just stop the bleeding.

And then he felt actual hands on him, a body against him pushing him so the water was barely touching him.

He took a gasping breath and collapsed against them.

Steve.

He was fully clothed, like he’d panicked and jumped in without thinking about it at all. He had his arms wrapped around Eddie tightly, not leaving an inch of space between them. He was muttering something, but Eddie couldn’t quite hear what it was.

He let himself be held, no longer in panic mode with his human shield protecting him from the water.

“How long?”

Steve was rubbing his back, spreading a new warmth against his skin and helping, always helping.

“One minute.”

Eddie sighed. He didn’t wanna tell Nancy that he failed today.

She wouldn’t make him feel bad intentionally, but she got this look on her face when he didn’t make it to the timer going off like she wasn’t sure he could get through it.

“You wanna get out?”

“Please.”

Steve pulled away so he could shut off the water and Eddie got a good look at him.

He was soaked, his clothes sticking to him uncomfortably, his hair matted down against his head.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I made the choice.”

He did, yeah. But he probably felt obligated to, and that’s not really making a choice, is it?

“Eds, look at me.”

He’d been looking at the floor, kind of hoping it would just swallow him up for good, but managed to pull his head up when Steve asked.

“I’ll always, always, make the choice to help you. Okay?”

Eddie bit back a sob as he nodded, and Steve pulled him against his chest again.

“You have no clue how much I wanna be here for you. When Nancy called, I practically begged to be here, did she tell you that? But she said it wouldn’t be helpful if I jumped in the moment you needed me.”

“Helped now.”

Steve squeezed his arms.

“Yeah. She won’t be happy with me. But you weren’t answering and when I looked in, it’s like you weren’t even here. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Eddie nodded. That lined up with what he’d been feeling, seeing.

“We should get out. You’re shivering.”

Steve guided him out of the shower and wrapped the towel he’d left hanging up around him, rubbing along his arms and back to help get him warmer faster.

Then he was taking off his shirt and removing his belt and Eddie’s brain couldn’t catch up.

“Uh.”

“Sorry, do you have some clothes I can borrow while I put these in the dryer?”

“Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

Steve smiled at him like he didn’t just break his brain in half.

He managed to walk to his bedroom, grab a shirt and sweatpants, and walk back to the bathroom with only a single thought running through his mind: he’s wearing my clothes.

“Thanks,” Steve said as Eddie wordlessly handed them over.

And then he realized he forgot boxers.

Steve would be wearing his sweatpants with nothing under them.

He knew the noise he let out was close to a squeak, like a fucking mouse or something, but he couldn’t hold it in. Steve didn’t acknowledge it, hopefully didn’t hear it at all, as he focused on getting his soaked jeans off his body.

Then his boxers came off.

Eddie really did his best not to look. He did. It would be so rude to stare.

It would be even more rude to say something.

So he did both.

“Jesus Christ, Steve. The girls weren’t kidding were they?”

Steve’s face was bright red, but he didn’t look up until he was pulling the sweatpants up his legs.

“I guess that depends what they were saying.”

Eddie was still standing with his towel wrapped around him, eyes wide at everything that had just happened.

“For one, that you’re pretty well-endowed. I thought they just lacked experience. Maybe I’m the one lacking experience. Maybe you’re just huge.”

Steve was smirking at him, the confidence of the king coming back as he listened to Eddie.

“That so?”

“God, yeah. I’m never gonna be able to be with anyone again after seeing that.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Steve was stepping into his space now, still shirtless, still smirking.

“I mean, look at you. How could I ever be satisfied with someone else inside me when I could have that?”

Oh. Wait. No. He wasn’t supposed to be saying this out loud.

Steve’s hands were on his hips, though.

Gripping him tight, like he had no intention of letting him go.

“You want that? With me?”

Well, might as well lay it all out there.

“I want everything with you. Anything you’ll give me.”

“Everything?” Steve was still smirking, that asshole. “So if I wanted to take you out on a date…”

“A date?”

“Yeah. To dinner or something.”

“We can’t go on a date, Steve. We’re two men in bumfuck Indiana. We’d be killed.”

“How about I make you dinner? My place. Tonight?”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not, but hopefully I will be,” he said with a wink.

“Steve. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m like, kind of in love with you, full disclosure, and I’m not sure I can handle one date, a fuck, and then you never wanting to even talk to me again.”

Steve watched as he rambled, running his thumbs along Eddie’s hips like he was trying to keep him calm.

“Full disclosure, I’m kind of in love with you, too. I mean, I did just jump in a shower fully clothed to make sure you weren’t gonna hurt yourself. I’d do it every day if I had to.”

Eddie searched his face for any sign of a lie. Steve was easy to read, or at least he was to Eddie.

But Steve was giving him a fond smile, and moving in closer, and Eddie didn’t see any sign of a lie.

Steve’s hand cupped his jaw. He was looking at him like he was special, and Eddie wasn’t sure what to do with it.

And then Steve was kissing him.

He dropped the towel. It was accidental, but he wasn’t going to interrupt any of this to pull it back up.

Steve was an intense kisser. He should’ve known.

He put everything he had into it. He kissed with his whole body, quite literally putting his back into it as he pushed Eddie against the wall.

But Eddie wasn’t doing this in his bathroom. Despite the fact that he was very obviously willing to, he wanted to have the date first.

He pulled away, but stayed in Steve’s arms. He wasn’t quite ready for complete separation.

“You’re making me dinner tonight?”

“I’m making you dinner tonight.”

“And it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.”

————

Steve came every day after that, even on days when Robin or Nancy were already there.

He sometimes waited in the hall as backup, but usually he stayed in the bathroom and talked to Eddie, who’d managed to get up to three whole minutes in only a few weeks.

When he finally made it to five, Nancy handed it all over to Steve.

He started taking showers with Eddie. Washing his body and hair so he could have more positive thoughts.

By the end of the year, he was taking regular showers.

He still had moments where he panicked, of course. He still sometimes had to cut them short because of a specific memory.

He still sometimes went a few days without because he couldn’t build up the courage to get in.

But Steve was there. They all were.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #exposure therapy #requests #its about the HEALING

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G Witch 22 thoughts

Banger episode this week! I loved every single minute. My only gripe was that it felt far too short. A pox on these weekly waits. Future binge watchers don't know how good they have it

Very much enjoyed the doubling down on QZ's destructive power and complete supremacy. No matter how many weapons/ships you have it doesn't matter because Aerial can just override them. It's a good establisher of stakes.

Mio burrito spotted. She is looking so rough here. Completely unsurprising she won't acknowledge Guel though. He had no sway on her even on her best days. Sorry, my guy. You lack Suletta's magic touch. Only she can play the Mio whisperer now

DEMI BARDING!! Big fan of that chonky suit after Asticassia ep so glad it's getting more use. I don't even care that I'm being manipulated into buying another kit. Secilia is a real one, glad she sat her butt down so the world didn't implode

This was a nice moment and gave Suletta closure on 4lan. He was someone she cared for, no matter how brief. That revelation about her list being Prospera's idea was a bit of a shocker tbh. I just thought she constructed it from the media she watched/read. The truth is way worse lmao. I guess it was meant to acclimate her to the school and therefore the dueling games for Aerial? Little did Prospera know that Suletta's dork charm would snare the heart of Delling's daughter immediately.

This was sudden but a joy to watch. I suppose Guel was tired of being Mio's ineffective secretary lol. But in all seriousness, this was sweet of him to arrange a duel so the lovebirds could be reunited. You've become a solid bro, Guel. Hope nothing dire happens to you.

Btw, I fully expect some fanfic authors to leap on a fencing au now. Pretty please?

This entire scene was so Utena I couldn't believe it. Well, actually the entire episode was littered with Utena but still. The baring of their mistakes. The acceptance of their faults. GOD this was so amazing.

I love how far Suletta has come in her development. Such an excellent change of mindset from viewing her time at Asticassia as a mistake to fully believing meeting Miorine was a blessing. She's so confident in her feelings

THEY'RE SOMEDAY TOGETHERINGGGG I see you Okouchi, giving us rabid Utena fans the good shit. This show is such a great homage in so many ways but this episode takes the cake! (Bit concerned that Suletta didn't verbally promise anything, just smiled fondly. Perhaps wistfully?)

This gave me such an unpleasant jumpscare though. The deliberate framing with Mio's bare legs followed by catastrophic bedhead freaked me out. I could have done without the Anthy reminder, thank you. Made such a sweet moment feel a bit horrific. I envy those who are oblivious to what I'm talking about

But this was so very sweet. I was getting misty-eyed. These babies have been through so much yet the truest thing is their love for each other. Their relationship remains the emotional core. Side note: Mio why are you the size of a housecat? Just how small was Notrette even

I'm glad I was correct in my read that Earth House doesn't truly blame Mio for Earth, only her staunch refusal to seek help. This was a nice little moment as was her brief words to Delling. Sleeping beauty certainly took his sweet time. I do wonder what he makes of this chaos?

Guel's reservation about Suletta heading to QZ is understandable but as she says, it's her choice. And Mio won't let anyone else decide Suletta's fate as she did before. Her quick death glare at Guel was so funny. Mans can only slap himself into complaince. Even when not engaged to Mio, he still obeys like a loyal sidekick lmao

Didn't expect this quick Shaddiq convo. I like how he recognizes instantly that Mio is better because of Suletta. It's very in character for him to accept Suletta's importance in Mio's life without resentment. I am wondering at the deal Mio makes with him. What could he possibly do for her? Perhaps it's Earth-related

At first I thought this was the sweetest thing. I still think it's sweet, but I also find the phrasing incredibly... weird. Not 'I'll always love you?' 'Always be with you'? Instead 'I will always be attached to you'. Could be nothing but it still sounds vaguely ominous. And it's coded in the genetic sequence of her tomatoes all things. The hell were you doing Notrette? Nice nod to mythology here though. Anesidora is an epithet for Demeter, an agricultural goddess, and Pandora. And like Pandora, Notrette unwittingly released evil in the form of QZ and possibly collaborated with Prospera to upload Ericht's biometric signature.

Aww farmer wives on Earth please! Still don't like Suletta only smiles when Mio declares anything future related. I get the rudest feeling she's not making hard promises because she's too aware of the peril. They look so happy here, so imma ignore the danger signs and just bask in their affection.

Mio forcing aside her own fear to support Suletta was so good. She was so relieved when Suletta broke Permet 5 alive, bursting into tears afterward. It was rough for me to hear Suletta gasping in pain, so I can't imagine how Mio must've felt. I don't ever want to see people claim she doesn't love Suletta ever again

I have thoughts on Calibarn's design (Utena spoilers) and place in the plot, but for this review I'll just say it looks neat. I wish it was a bit more unique, but it makes sense they need it to resemble its sibling plus its obvious Vanadis roots. That boom broomstick is super cool though!

I enjoyed Prospera's muted reaction here. She's surprised by Calibarn but not intimidated or angry. I'm sure she has complete faith in Eri's ability to handle this hurdle and her daughter's commitment to the plan. She must know Eri loves Suletta, but assumes it ultimately won't change a thing. For now, at least.

You know, I expected Lauda to lose it but I didn't expect him to be this stupid lol. You can't even use the damn GUND format idiot, you really think you'll beat your brother? I can't believe I gave him even the slightest bit of credit. Easily the worst character in the show. I hope Guel crushes him (and he doesn't get Guel killed in the process)

Petra deserves better 2023!

Ah and Eri peeks her GUND ghost form out to say hello before clashing with Suletta. This is an incredible shot, love the visuals as always. If it goes full Utena as I suspect, we'll see Eri break/override Calibarn. The name of a holy sword bashing at the Gwitch Rose Gate doesn't bode well. What that means for Suletta is anyone's guess, but I have faith she'll live. I fully expect her to get assistance of some kind. After all, the show has been telling us all along that working together is far better than struggling alone!

#BLESSED DAY #THE GIRLS ARE BACK #g witch #g witch spoilers #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #gundam witch from mercury #sulemio #guel jeturk #lauda neill #earth house #calibarn #g witch episode 22

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Hey hey! Do you think you could do a part 2 of She Said Yes!? They/them pronouns, and you can pick which ever outfit you want for them! Maybe the whole Hashira are there for the wedding, the Kamaboko squad, and the butterflies girls? The whole sha bang goes well! Maybe some sweet slow dancing and a funny shoe game! Just some sweet, tooth rotting wholesomeness with Shinobu! (And Inosuke eating the cake while Tanjirou or Zenitsu is just pulling him away-) Thank you so much for all that you do! And good luck! ❤🥰💪

She Said Yes Prt II

Shinobu Kochou x They/Them Reader

A/N: Prt1 I’ve probably been to three weddings in my life and none of them have been recent so tried to be a little more vague especially since there are all kinds of wedding traditions that I don’t know about. I did look up what the shoe game was and that does sound kinda fun : ) Hope you like it! Word Count: 2,193

The mansion was abuzz, more so than on an average day. The garden was littered with chairs, a clear path parting the middle leading to an artfully decorated lattice covered in flowers.

It was the day of the wedding and everyone had a part to play.

Kyoujirou and Tengen had set up all the tables and chairs around the garden for after the ceremony. Mitsuri, Obanai, Sanemi, Tengen’s wives, and the butterfly girls worked on getting the mountain of food ready. Muichiro added little pre-made decorations to the tables and Gyomei was reviewing the ceremony procedures with Kagaya and his family. Tanjirou and Zenitsu’s jobs mostly consisted of running errands and communication between groups while simultaneously making sure Inosuke didn’t destroy anything in his curiosity and excitement over the event.

Shinobu saw a lot of the goings on from her window, the girls had already helped her get dressed and ready to go earlier that morning. A kaleidoscope of butterflies was swirling within her. She was excited, but so, so nervous. Somewhere on the opposite side of the mansion, (Y/n) was getting ready too. Her heart thumped and her hands grew unusually sweaty. It was important that the bride to be was as comfortable as possible and not be alone long enough to let her thoughts spiral, that’s why it was Giyuu’s job to keep her company.

“I’m getting married, Tomioka-san. You must be so jealous. Don’t worry, I’m sure someday someone will settle for you.”

Giyuu sighed through his nose. Shinobu had been verbally putting him through the wringer for the better part of an hour. He could see how Shinobu fiddled incessantly with the loose fabric of her clothes, the way she spoke a little more hurriedly, almost like she was forgetting to breathe.

“Tomioka-san,” she poked, “Are you even listening? If I could trust you to make a good cake, I would trade you away for Kanroji-san in a heartbeat.” She poked again, and again.

If using him like a stress ball would help her keep at least marginally more calm, then Giyuu could endure. Besides, being alone with Shinobu was leagues better than being in a bustling kitchen with Sanemi screaming about undercooked meat or Obanai standing a little too closely with a sharp knife.

After another half hour of jabs both verbal and physical, Kanao poked her head through the door.

“Everything is ready.” She informed softly, noting how her adoptive sister seemed to be even paler than usual.

“…Are you gonna go?” Giyuu asked after noticing that Shinobu seemed to be frozen to her spot.

“Of course I am.” Shinobu shot back a little snippily.

She just really couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like her feet hand been welded to the floor. She flinched slightly when Kanao’s hand wrapped around her clammy fingers.

“Himejima-sama is waiting to give you away. He hasn’t stopped crying all morning. Everyone is very excited. (Y/n) more so than anybody I would guess. But, they did tell me to let you know you could take as much time as you wanted. And if it seems too overwhelming today, then—“

“No,” Shinobu quickly shook her head, “I want to do this now, I really do.” She quietly scoffed at herself, “Just another minute, please.”

Shinobu had never thought marriage was in the cards for her. Even when (Y/n) had proposed, it still hadn’t felt real. The morning after (Y/n) had proposed, Shinobu had gone to her sister’s altar to share the news. If either of them was going to get married, Shinobu would have bet everything on it being Kanae. Her older sister was enjoying herself no doubt. She had used to tease Shinobu about finding her special someone one day and like always, she had been right.

If Kanae was here, she’d be dragging Shinobu to the garden if she had to, not so gently waiting for her to make a move as Kanao did.

Kanao’s hand slipped away from Shinobu’s to have her arms encircle her waist. Shinobu was quick to return the hug, a soft thank you leaving her lips. After a few moments they pulled away, and Shinobu was ready.

They met Gyomei outside, the large man’s weeping only seemed to grow once Shinobu hooked her small arm around his bicep. Kanao and Giyuu went to take their seats, Kanao giving (Y/n) a quick thumbs up as she took her seat beside one of the chairs that was meant to be empty.

Gyomei patted Shinobu’s hand and the music started to pick up and people began to stir in their seats, turning to watch them approach.

Shinobu felt like she had bees buzzing in her ears, but her smile did not waiver. She refused to let all those foolish feelings of anxiety and sentimentality swirling inside her show.

She looked to either side of her, seeing all her friends and comrades looking back at her was almost too much. Then she looked ahead, locking eyes with her betrothed and everything else seemed to fade into the background and her mind finally felt clear. Her heart was still pulsing out of rhythm, but it was a joyous beat.

Seeing (Y/n) look at her, their eyes carrying all of the feelings she held herself and so much love, she could not wait to take their hands. Instead of being apart merely that morning, it felt like they had been apart for weeks.

And suddenly she was there, holding onto them firmly with no intention of letting go anytime soon.

(Y/n) gave her hands a gentle squeeze and an even gentler smile.

“Are you alright?” They murmured just loud enough for only her to hear. Warmth flooded Shinobu’s chest.

“I’m fine. Perfect.” Shinobu assured.

Kagaya approached the couple with the help of his wife. Gyomei would have been more than happy to officiate in his place, but it was so rare to have weddings within the corps that Kagaya wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

“Are we ready, my children?” He asked as softly as the sun was shining.

(Y/n) and Shinobu shared a look of adoration, then held each other’s hands more firmly.

“Yes.” They answered together.

“Then let us begin.” Kagaya smiled.

As soon as Kagaya pronounced them married, the crowd erupted with joyous noise and the music swelled, signaling the newly wedded couple to celebrate with a dance.

Shinobu didn’t even care that everyone was watching them, she pressed her cheek into (Y/n)’s chest and let her eyes fall shut.

“Did you sleep okay last night?” (Y/n) teased as they swayed.

“I slept as well as anyone might have expected me to.” Shinobu replied.

“Do you want to go sit down?“

“No, in fact. I think it’s about time to let the party begin. Don’t you?”

“Definitely.” (Y/n) nodded to the musicians and a more upbeat tune began to play and everyone cheered, flooding the makeshift dance floor.

With that, Shinobu’s energy renewed, and the newlyweds switched to a more lively dance. After a couple songs, they split to dance with various friends begging to cut in. Many congratulations and cheerful laughter was shared, it would surely be a day to remember.

After much dancing, the newlyweds were pushed back together and cajoled into playing a game Mitsuri had heard about once. They were seated in chairs, sitting back to back as the bubbly girl explained the concept.

“It’s a fun way to see how well you know each other! We’ll take turns asking questions about your relationship and if you think the answer is (Y/n), you’ll hold up (Y/n)’s shoe, if the answer is Shinobu, you’ll hold up Shinobu’s shoe, got it?”

“I suddenly feel kind of nervous,” (Y/n) chuckled.

“I would be nervous if I were you as well.” Shinobu turned in her chair with a smirk. (Y/n) stuck their tongue out at her.

“I’ll go first! Who fell in love first?” Mitsuri gushed, being the romantic that she was.

There wasn’t much hesitation before both of (Y/n)’s shoes rose into the air.

“I mean, can you blame me?” (Y/n) grinned. “It was almost love at first sight.”

“What do you mean almost?” Shinobu put a hand to her chest in mock indignation. “I am a delight.”

“Yes, but you can also be terrifying at times.”

“I’ll go next!” Kyoujirou exclaimed before Shinobu could rebuttal. “Who tells the worst jokes?”

This time, (Y/n) put up Shinobu’s shoe and Shinobu stuck with (Y/n)’s.

“Ooo, a conflict in answers already?” Mitsuri was very invested.

“(Y/n), your jokes are objectively worse than mine.” Shinobu declared.

“No way! People love my jokes. Yours on the other hand, are usually at the expense of others.” (Y/n) reasoned. “That’s what makes them worse than mine.”

“Ah, but you still laugh at a lot of the observations and inferences I share with you.”

“Yeah, and you laugh at mine even if no one else does so I think that makes us even.”

“What I’m getting here is that both of your senses of humor are shit.” Sanemi rolled his eyes. “How about this, who is more stubborn?”

Both of Shinobu’s shoes went up in the air.

“I’m surprised you would even admit to being stubborn.” (Y/n) commented.

“I’m not so much saying I’m stubborn, as I am saying that you, my dear, are kind of a pushover.”

“Hey!”

They went through a variety of questions and all was going pretty well until Tengen stepped up and opened his big mouth.

“These questions are weak. Let’s get to the good stuff. Who is the more dominant person in bed?”

Shinobu’s shoe went flying in at mach speed and nailed Tengen in the face.

“So was that the answer or…?” He rubbed at his sore nose, Shinobu’s shoe in hand until Makio took it from him and beat him over the back of his head for good measure.

“Shut up, you’re so embarrassing!“ She growled.

“We really can’t take you anywhere, can we?” Hinatsuru sighed.

“I mean… I was kind of curious too…”

“You want some of this too, Suma? Huh?!” Makio threatened, waving Shinobu’s shoe threateningly.

Suma shook her head rapidly and took cover behind Hina.

“Maybe this is a good place to stop.” Mitsuri laughed sheepishly. “I’m sure everyone is hungry, we should eat!”

“Cake!” Inosuke bellowed.

“Cake later!” Mitsuri yelled back for not the first time that day. “Tanjirou-kun, stop him!”

“Don’t worry, Kanroji-san!” Tanjirou leapt from his seat to tackle Inosuke back to the ground, Zenitsu not to far behind.

“Soon buddy, be patient for just a little longer.” (Y/n) told Inosuke as they and Shinobu began to walk past the scuffle to their table.

“There are a lot of savory dishes you can enjoy first, okay?” Shinobu smiled.

Inosuke’s face scrunched up, but he relented. As soon as he was sat back down at his table, he quickly got over it when he saw all the food spread out before him.

When (Y/n) and Shinobu made it to their little table, they both sat down with a shared sigh, they both chuckled a bit because they understood that it was simply a sound of exhaustion. The day had been quite long already.

Every once in awhile, someone would drum against their table and everyone would join in, not letting up until the newlyweds kissed again.

“You know, once we cut the cake we could try to escape.” (Y/n) suggested.

“(Y/n), are you suggesting we flee from our own wedding party? How scandalous.” Shinobu whispered with a smirk.

“Hardly scandalous, we’re married now. So? Are you in?”

“If you didn’t suggest it, I was going to.” Shinobu said.

There was more mingling before the cake was cut. (Y/n) saw Shinobu talking to Inosuke, watching his grin become more wild as Shinobu spoke. There was a quick interlocking of pinkies and then Shinobu walked off, flawlessly inserting herself into a different conversation.

Maybe twenty minutes later, they managed to get everyone’s attention back on the cake. Shinobu and (Y/n) cut out a piece together and only just managed to put it on a plate before a wild cackle was heard, drawing most everyone’s attention to the roof.

“Cake time!” Inosuke crowed, “leaping down from the shingles.

“That’s where he disappeared to?!” Zenitsu screamed.

“Inosukeeee!” Tanjirou yelled, he leapt to tackle the boar boy down, and he was mostly successful, but the table holding the cake began to tip dangerously as a result.

A chorus of, ‘Save the cake!’ Could be heard throughout the garden and as people rushed in to center the table, or dog pile on Inosuke, (Y/n) and Shinobu scurried away with their pristine slice of cake in hand.

When they made it to the last place in the mansion that anyone would think to look for them, they were breathless from laughing. They sat huddled together and peacefully ate their cake. Occasionally they would hear a shout or the pounding of feet running through the halls and they’d hold their breath, falling apart into giggles when the noises faded away.

They would have to go back eventually, but for now it wouldn’t hurt to celebrate their union a little bit on their own.

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[thefictionalgirl]

The youngest daughter

You heard about me a lot,

She mentions me all the time,

They mention me all the time,

How she had to protect me

from the problems I've never caused.

You heard about me right?

But what do you know?

The lazy and unreliable one

in every story?

That's only natural for you to believe,

Because you know I believe that too.

The one who is admired,

The one who is loved.

And the one who doesn't care,

never try to be enough.

One who's "too much"

all the damn time.

And I know you heard about me,

And I know you heard,

How I spend a lot,

Someone your blood and flesh,

gets not as much as you thought.

Mom favours her,

Dad loves her the best,

She does whatever she wants,

a luxurious nest.

You practically heard this a lot, what I'm going to tell you,

Listen to me even though you know–

They sacrificed a lot, for building her life,

She did nothing, but she's the one at the edge of a knife.

Uncivilised, uncompromising and not so nice

No matter who becomes a virtue, she's always the vice.

The oldest's anger and dissatisfaction,

maybe not always it's the case,

But whenever the question is raised,

"They love you the most, they treat you the best"

Arrogant, rebellious and the unpleasant,

She gets that alot, that's how you describe the youngest.

And for whom, parents never cared about you,

And for whom, you had to refuse the last piece of cake.

For whom, you had to give up on your room,

For whom, you'll not be praised even for how much you make.

And you try, to go back on words, to change the fate,

because of the little girl, you want to, but you cannot hate.

And I guess y'all know about these,

The cat, the mouse and the piece of cheese.

And the cat leaves and moves out,

The mouse didn't know how to cope up,

So that's why she always shouts.

But then, how about reading some things unknown ?

What happens to the girl, why doesn't she smile anymore? Why does she always frown?

Did she have to take the responsibility of always being good?

She didn't need to be compared, she didn't need to be called rude.

You were busy complimenting the comparison,

An Individual, who was never known and given a reason.

Good or bad, she never wanted them,

You all made her the antagonist here who loves to complain.

And with the tag of being spoiled one,

she became the alter ego of yours,

The princess with a large mansion

And who never endures.

Someday you leave,

Making her all alone,

She never cries,

She has now grown.

It's the best, cause you never want to see

The teenage self in her eyes again,

Where everything is immature- love, happiness or pain.

She never had the idea of how the world works, right?

She said, "no I'm fine" whenever you charged her,

But the question in her eyes didn't surrender.

Hopeful- she wanted you to try a bit more,

"She never shares, she just knows how to close the door"

You wanted to be a teacher, punish for her mistakes.

She just wanted a sister to share her aches.

Hard or soft, whatever the feelings were,

She just never trusted you again,

And why would she do it?

You became a traitor

You never took the share of her pain.

And where were you, when she was on her knees,

Praying to make it all stop?

You were not there when she got home.

You were not there when she was trying to build her rome.

She never blamed you for choosing your happiness.

But why's that different when it comes to her?

Why can't you all see

That she too has a lot of scars?

To have nothing,

It must be hard, it must be bad,

But I had you,

Then why have I always felt sad?

I cannot describe the mixed feelings,

Maybe this all happened because of us.

I love you more than my life,

I cried a lot, weren't my eyes enough obvious?

I was not a criminal, nor you were,

We could have made it better, I swear.

But you never ever tried,

And I always denied.

You left the room, you left me alone,

Now you ask me about my feelings? Why have I never shown?

Was it so easy for you to abandon everything?

I know it's not bad, but why can't I do nothing?

TELL ME TELL ME I WANT TO KNOW,

don't you know that this crappy delinquent always feels so low?

After all this time,

After screaming for so long,

You hear the depth of my voice,

What about my continuous melancholic song?

Can't you see it falling from my eyes?

Can't you see I'm tired of tossing the dice?

Constantly hoping to earn a six,

I'll pick the pieces up in order to fix.

I refuse to believe in cracks,

I will try, I'll try to give what it lacks,

But you can never give me back, the years I spent yearning in vain,

Even if you try to have a conversation with stories from the memory lane.

Distanced soul,

Unattached roles

How do you think it happened?

How do you know it's not for the best?

Because that's way she became her,

That's way of the youngest.

✒mystica

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[shallyne]

The Diary of Feyre Archeron

Just a tiny fic too see if I want to continue it and keep this format!

Words: 800

TW: implications of neglect, manipulation and controlling behaviour

December 21st

Dear Diary (?) 

I never had a diary, I don't know how this stuff works. Mom gave me an old diary she had never used, it's the closest to a birthday gift I have ever gotten from her. I haven't gotten any cake like Elain or a grand party like Nesta but I'm not mad, at least I get the time to draw in my room without any interruptions. I've become pretty good! 

Rumor has it that a new boy will be at our school tomorrow, which is weird because it's two days before the holidays. It probably stays a rumor, it wouldn't make sense. 

Anyways, I think I'm going to sneak into the kitchen after mom went to bed, I'm getting hungry. 

Bye, I guess? 

December 22nd

Dear Diary, 

Today I have been blessed by god. I didn't expect to make another entry so soon but today the new guy looked at me. OH MY GOD, RIGHT? He totally smiled at me too!! (Delusion aside, he probably saw someone behind me. He doesn't know I exist.) 

I hate the stupid lights in the school but I swear the new guy’s eyes looked VIOLET in the light. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I'm totally going to draw himy he's GORGEOUS! Like the men on Nesta's book covers (that she's totally hiding from mom) but a hundred times prettier! 

Well, I have to finish my math homework now. 

Bye? 

January 2nd

Dear Diary, 

Christmas was pretty boring that's why I didn't write anything but today was insane! The new guy has a name, Rhysand (beautiful, right?) and he's in my history class! I actually quite like history and our teacher, Ms Weaver, even though everyone is scared of her but Rhysand made it hard to focus!! It's not like I'm mad about it because he's sitting like right in front of me and he smells like citrus and sea (Not that I sniffed him, I'm not a weirdo) he smells SO GOOD and I could just get lost looking at him all the time! 

Maybe he'll talk to me someday, wouldn't that be neat? 

Shit, mom is coming home and she sounds mad!!! 

Bye! 

January 4th

Dear Diary, 

Today I got Elain’s hand-me-downs! Finally, I've been waiting for this, I needed new pants. Mom refused to buy me new ones because it's my fault I got them paint splattered. It's only one pair that has paint on them, the others are falling apart! But arguing with mum is like arguing with a brick wall, it won't budge.  

I found a pretty blue jumper in Elain’s old clothes which makes my eyes pop! I will wear it tomorrow. Not because I have history class and will see Rhysand, it just looks pretty. 

I also got a job interview at a run down diner at the edge of the town! Mom can't know, she'd never allow me to work or if she would, she wouldn't allow me to keep the money, she always needs to have everything under control, it's so annoying. 

I'm not worried about not getting the job but I hope I can convince them to give me night shifts so mom won't know! Once she's asleep, she's ASLEEP! 

I'd say wish me luck but it's only me and the ink, so I guess I wish myself luck. 

So excited! 

January 13th

Dear Diary, 

I am dying. I really am. I'm barely able to write these words down. 

Fine, maybe I'm not dying really but it feels like it. I got my period and I literally feel like I'm bleeding out. I feel like someone is stabbing my uterus REPEATEDLY. Why would mother nature be so cruel? Why would my own mother be so cruel to still send me to school like this? That was a trick question, it's my mother. Cruel is carved in her bones and blood and brain. Whatever it is, I can't think through this agony. 

Mom says it's normal and I shouldn't be so dramatic and when I tried to talk to Elain she grimaced!! I mean, it's not her fault, I guess. Mom drilled it into Nesta and Elain that these topics are taboo. I think that's stupid because in biology they said periods are natural so why would something natural be taboo? 

It doesn't make sense, right? 

On a slightly brighter side, Rhysand talked to me yesterday and asked if I was okay!! I am aware he asked because I probably looked like death but a win is a win, right? And his smile when I lied and said I was okay, I was melting into a puddle! 

Okay, the water is hot enough for my hot water bottle! I'm gonna chill and listen go Red for the rest of the day until bedtime. 

Bye

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[writeandsurvive]

Doubts ~ Alden Parker 1/2

Summary: Alden Parker reconnects with his first love and it gets him all confused  Pairing: Alden Parker x Fem!Reader Words count: 5k Warnings: age gap relationship Part 2 coming soon!

You didn’t want a big wedding, and neither did your fiancé Alden Parker. Both you and Alden had been married already. His, to Vivian, had been a huge deal; he let her and his mom take care of it, and it ended with a big ass wedding. You, on the other hand, eloped when you were pretty young. 

Alden didn’t imagine he’d get married again. But he also never imagined he’d meet someone like you. Someone who makes him the happiest he’s ever been, someone who makes his life easier, someone who loves him unconditionally. He didn’t even plan the proposal. One day, he cheated death at work and all he could think of was you. All the things he wanted to tell you, everything he wanted to do with you, how he didn’t want to die just for the sole purpose to see your pretty face everyday. So, when he came home that day, he asked you to marry him. 

You said yes. Alden knew you would, because you never hid the fact that you would like to someday. Your first marriage was a spur of the moment decision that didn’t last. In your mind, it barely felt like a marriage. And you wanted another try. 

Especially with this man. 

Not wanting a big wedding didn’t mean you’d elope, or wouldn’t prepare something. 

You had found a small but beautiful venue already, there were less than fifty people invited - mostly family members and closest friends. No need to invite people you never see, right? The next decision was the caterer. You planned a meeting, making it at the most likely hour Alden would be free. You texted your fiancé to remind him about it. His answer was, ‘Why do you think I skipped lunch?’ 

You didn’t hear about him again though. At the meeting, you asked the caterer to wait just a little, saying that your fiancé should be here soon. After thirty minutes and unanswered texts, you decided to call Alden. Luckily, he picked up. 

“Alden, where are you? We’ve been waiting for you for thirty minutes!”

“I’m sorry baby, we got called on a case. I’m outside of town, I won’t be able to make it. I’m truly sorry, can we reschedule?”

“I don’t know. I’ll see, but couldn’t you have given me a heads up earlier?”

“I should’ve, you’re right. Please forgive me, honey.”

“You know I can never stay mad at you, but don’t do it again, please. Do I still try their food?”

“Yes! Do like a pre-selection, and we’ll both come back for the final decision. That works?”

“I guess. How bad is your case?”

“It’s more—weird than bad. I’ll explain to you when I get home.”

“Alright, be safe Special Alden.”

He chuckled at this nickname you’ve been giving him for a while now. He loves it. “I love you, princess. I’m sorry, again.”

“I know, love you too.”

As said, you made a pre-selection on food and cake. The caterer was very nice and offered to take some samples home for Alden to try. Your fiancé, on the other hand, was having a bad idea after finding out that his identity had been stolen and it involved a murder. It was late when he showed up at Kasie’s lab, hoping she found out who stole his name, and everything that comes with it. 

“Give me some good news, Kas. Please!”

“I wish, but I don’t have a name yet. What I can tell you is that whoever it is, they know a lot about you and you need to change all of your passwords.”

“Yeah, I worked on the most important things already and I’ll do the rest once I get home.”

Kasie grinned while Alden looked at her, confused. She tapped on her keyboard and a picture showed up on her screen. A picture of you and Alden. 

“Home to your fiancé?” 

Alden chuckled and stared at the picture. It was a selfie you took during birdwatching. You were both bundled up because it was during winter. Alden was wearing your beanie he’s been refusing to give back, his arm is around your shoulders and he’s kissing your cheek while you’re smiling at the camera. 

“Do the others know?”

“Not yet. But why are you hiding her from us?”

“Kasie, come on. Don’t tell me that when you saw the picture, you didn’t think that I was too old for her.”

“I honestly didn’t. I mean, do I see the age difference? Yes. But it doesn’t shock me or anything. You two look super cute together!”

“All on her. But don’t worry, y’all have seats at our wedding, I’m just waiting for the right time to bring it up.” 

“I can’t wait! Congratulations,” Kasie goes in for a hug, Alden freezes, as he’s not used to that kind of attention at work, for just a second before returning the embrace. 

“Thank you, Kas. Does she need to change all her passwords and everything?”

“Doesn’t look like they were interested in her, but better be safe than sorry.”

“Alright. I’m gonna get home to my girl and explain to her why I missed the caterer appointment.”

And he did just that. When he got home, he found you in the greenhouse, curled up on the couch with a book, and some music playing. “Evening my love,” you greeted him with a soft smile and he immediately crashed on the couch with you, his head finding its way on your lap. You put your book down, and started playing with his hair. “Tell me.”

“Well, we had a murder victim in a cheap motel, and the room was rented—by me.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I got my identity stolen.” He rose up from your lap, kissing you softly. “Spent the rest of my day resetting pretty much everything. You can cut the credit card you have from my bank account, my phone password is now the six first digits of your social, and you probably should change all your passwords too, just in case.” He kissed you again, “so yeah, that was my day.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. Do you know who did this?” It was so insane you couldn’t figure out what to say more.

“Not yet, but I will. How did the appointment go?”

“Wait right here” 

You stood and went to get all the food in the kitchen. You settled everything on the coffee table in the greenhouse, separated in three groups: fav, need something different, not your thing. You offered Alden to dig in while he told you more about his awful day. And he had a lot to say, because he was infuriated. 

“How could this happen? I protect everything, use probably more safety softwares than anyone,”

“Tell me about it.” You rolled your eyes, and it earned the reaction you were hoping for as he playfully threw his napkin to you. Ever since you’ve been dating Alden, you learned more about technology than you’d ever cared for. He scolded you more times than you could count because you’re not being safe enough online. 

“I just don’t understand. Who and why? And how is it related to our murder case? By the way, this is good!”

“Salmon toast.” You informed him. “And I know you’ll answer those questions very quickly. I just hope you’re not in danger.”

“No, princess, don’t worry. Can we move on to the cakes now?”

You went to the kitchen again to get the two cake samples you came home with. “I’ll let you figure out which one is my fav.” You put the pieces in front of him, and kissed him. You’re barely back on the couch that he’s pointing at one of them. 

“That’s your fav.”

You sighed and giggled. “We don’t have any secrets left from each other, do we?”

He grabbed your fav, and started tasting it. “By the way, did he make you pay for taking all of this home?”

“Um, no. I suppose it’ll be on the check after the wedding.”

He fed you some cake. 

“But what if we don’t choose him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was a commercial gesture. So, what do you think?”

“I think he was hitting on you.” 

You laughed at that. 

“Den. I was there for our wedding. That’d be bold of him.” 

“Doesn’t stop some men, nor brides. And he saw that your fiancé stood you up. I’m sure he was very comforting about that.”

“Actually, he—was. But he didn’t hit on me!”

“Sure, princess. Sure.” He put the plate down and grabbed the other piece of cake. The man can eat, especially when it’s something sweet.

“Alden, I’m serious!” You’re uncontrollably giggling. He wasn’t upset or anything. People hitting on you or flirting with you has been a part of his life, even when he’s right there. But he trusts you with all his heart. Whether that guy was hitting on you, whether he was a hot dude or not, Alden knew you only saw the caterer in him. And that’s something that makes him love you even more.

“Then, tell me he didn’t give you his phone number.”

“His phone number is his business number, I already had it. HA.”

He chuckled with his mouth full, seeing how proud you were to prove him wrong.

“Okay, point for you. I guess we’ll see at the next appointment.”

“If you show up.”

“Hey, that’s very uncalled for!”

“Yeah well, you deserved it.” You kissed his cheek briefly but Alden had other plans. He put the second plate down before grabbing you by the waist to bring you onto his lap. He held your face, stroking your cheeks with his thumb, “How did I get this lucky?” He whispered before leaning in for a kiss that you happily and eagerly welcomed. 

It quickly turned into a make out session that just as quickly turned into passionate sex in the greenhouse. Once you both caught your breath and found your strength back, Alden carried you to the bathroom where you showered together. 

Alden always wakes up earlier than you, but the next day, he woke up extremely early. This identity thief thing is driving him crazy and he needs to figure it out the fastest possible. He tried to get ready as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake you up. He made himself a coffee that he drank quickly, left a note on the kitchen island, and went to give you a forehead kiss before leaving for the office. “Be safe, Special Alden.” you sleepily told him. He cursed under his breath for waking you up.

“Always. You’re stuck with me forever.”

“Who’s gonna bring the news to my boyfriend?”

“It’s 6am, you can’t joke at 6am while your eyes aren’t even open.”

“That’s my superpower.” 

Eyes still closed, you found his collar and pulled him into you. His lips found yours. 

“Baby, I gotta get to work.”

“It’s 6am, you said so!” 

“And there’s someone out there who stole my identity.”

Your eyes were now opened as you tried to unbutton his shirt, but Alden immediately grabbed your hands to make you stop. 

“Please, it was hard enough to get out of this bed.” He was literally giving you puppy eyes. 

“Fine.” you pecked him, “Leave now.” You completely let go of him, he kissed you one more time before rushing out of the apartment, shouting his love for you on his way.

Alden and the team figured out who stole his identity during the day. And he immediately figured out how this guy did it. Ryan is Alden’s first love’s son, his mother probably told him about young Alden Parker. But that wasn’t the worst part of this, because Ryan was actually their suspect for the murder. And he had to go see a woman he hasn’t seen in over 40 years to tell her that. 

This day wasn’t going like he had planned.

He was a nervous wreck on the way to Joy’s house. He knew what she looked like thanks to the internet, but he had no idea what her reaction would be, especially since he wasn’t coming with good news. He’s not a dad, but he can imagine what a parent would feel at that moment.

He definitely did not expect to get sucker punched in the stomach though. Did he deserve that?

Over the conversation, he finally understood what had happened all those years ago. Why Joy’s parents decided to move away one day - he was the reason -, why she never wrote back to him even though she kept every one of his letters - that Ryan stole and used to steal Alden’s identity. 

The case was far from over and he couldn’t dwell on all of this and more. But he knew he’d come back, without Tim to listen. 

The ride back to the office was pretty silent. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Tim kindly offered. 

“Not really. I need time to process.”

“Fair enough. You uncovered a lot and I’m sure there’s more.”

Alden grabbed his phone and realized you sent him a text over an hour ago. The kind of texts you send him everyday when he’s at work, to let him know that you’re thinking of him. 

‘Love you, Superman. I may have some company when you get home tonight, please don’t be jealous. Take some time to breathe and stay hydrated (coffee doesn’t do the trick).’

‘Not jealous, but who’s the company? Also, coffee is made with…water. I love you.’

‘My boyfriend I told you about this morning. My sweet Max.’

He chuckled when reading your text. Max is your neighbor’s eight years old son, whom you and/or Alden babysit sometimes. The neighbor is a single mom who works two jobs to give the best life possible to her son, and the father has never been seen nor heard of. 

‘The only other guy you can have in your life. Is he sleeping over?’

‘You’re too restrictive. Unsure yet.’

“You good, Parker?”

“Uh? Yeah yeah, sorry it’s my fiancé, just being herself.”

“Fiancé???”

“So— Kasie can keep a secret.” 

Alden spent the rest of the ride telling Tim about you, your relationship, the wedding and why he kept it a secret until now. 

“Are you going to tell her about Joy?” McGee asked as they were walking from the parking lot to the office.

“Yes. No reason I keep that to myself, right?”

Right?

An hour after you got home from work, your neighbor dropped off her son. Little Max immediately hugged you, clearly happy to spend time with you. His mom thanked you again for babysitting him, and it turned out he’s spending the night and you’d drop him off at school in the morning. When Max first appears, you directly saw that he was carrying his avocado plant, which was growing. And when his mom left, he rushed to the greenhouse, putting his plant to its designated place. “You’re taking such good care of it, Alden’s gonna be very happy.” 

“Thank you. Is he coming home soon?”

“I hope so, I’ll text him.”

“Can I water the plants?”

“How about we wait for him to do it? We wouldn’t want to overfeed them, right?”

“You’re right! Can we play a game?”

“Sure, you know where they are.” 

He rushed again but this time to the closet where the board games are. You took this opportunity to text Alden. 

‘Max has been here for less than 5min and he’s already asking for you. Coming home soon? ❤️’ 

Little boy came back with a game and you two settled in the greenhouse to play. During the game, he told you about school, his friends, what he’s been up to like you hadn’t seen each other for months, even though you babysat him the previous week. He reminded you about his big soccer game on Saturday, asking again if you and Alden would be here. 

“Of course we will be here, cutie. Gotta support our champ!”

He smiled big, extremely proud. 

‘Just wrapping up, do I grab McDonalds on my way? Secret tho.’

‘Do you remember our orders?’

‘Yes, my chicken lovers.’

“Is it Den texting you?”

“Yes, he’ll be home soon.”

“Cool!”

As soon as Max heard the door opening and closing, he ran to meet Alden. You giggled and joined them, to see Max hanging onto your fiancé like a koala hanging onto a tree. Your heart melted instantly, just like every time you see them together. You grabbed the McDonalds bag from Alden’s hands and he properly hugged the little boy. “I’m happy to see you, buddy.” 

When his little feet touched the floor, he grabbed Alden’s hand. “Come see my avocado plant!”

“Just a sec, bud.”

Of course he needed to put his weapon in the secure box. “Can I kiss my fiancée?” 

“Yes but quick!”

Smiling, he approached to give you a kiss. “Hey you.”

“Hello handsome.”

He joined Max in the greenhouse, to look at the plant. You snapped a picture behind their backs. “You’re doing good, Max.” He praised him and the little boy was very proud. 

“Can we water the plants now?”

“Food first,” you called out. “Unless you want to eat cold nuggets.”

The three of you ate, as Max did the same resume to Alden he did to you. You listened to them, looked at them, and thought about how you’d love to have your own baby with Alden. Your mini Alden Parker. And your fiancé caught your eyes, probably reading your mind. 

After dinner, they finally water the plants. Then you all played a quick game, and settled in front of a short movie. Max was between you and Alden, enjoying some cuddles. You know that it was past his bedtime when Max got into bed, but your time with him is so limited, you and Alden want to enjoy as much as you can. 

Your man was finally able to take his long awaited shower, and found you waiting for him on the bed. 

“You know you can take your shirt off when you’re in our room, right?” You teased him. Once he showers, Alden only has some loose shorts on, bare chested. But when Max is over, he makes sure to have a shirt on. Just like you make sure to wear appropriate clothes too. 

“If I take my shirt off, you’re gonna jump on me.” He climbs into bed with you, covering your body with his. 

“You make it sound like I can’t control myself.”

“You can’t control yourself. But I love that about you.”

He kisses you softly, before resting his head in your neck. 

“You never had it this good, did you?”

He chuckles and you can hear it in your entire body. “Never.”

You laid down silently like this for a moment. 

“I need to talk to you.”

“Okay, sounds serious. Tell me.” 

He moved away to lay down next to you, facing each other. And he started to tell you about his day. Figuring out who stole his identity, and then that this guy was his first love’s son. 

Alden had told you about Joy once. You were still getting to know each other, and talking about past relationships. He didn’t really go into details as he didn’t know what went wrong back then. But now he knows. 

“So, you saw her today? For the first time in what—over forty years?”

“Yup.” He breathed out. 

“And— what did that make you feel?”

“I—“ he thought for a moment. “I don’t know. I mean, it was—weird. I didn’t expect to see her again, and definitely not in those circumstances.” 

“I bet. Since you haven’t found her son yet, you’ll probably see her again?”

“Very plausible, yes.”

You stroked his beard, “Do I need to worry?” You genuinely asked. 

“What? Baby, no!” He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm softly. “I love you, and it’s not changing, believe me. Yes, it’s disturbing to see her again, but you have nothing to worry about.” He looked so sincere, you couldn’t doubt him. He leaned in to kiss you softly. You wanted more, but neither of you are comfortable with having sex when Max is sleeping over. So you settled for cuddles.

In the morning, you and Alden woke up at the same time to prepare Max a healthy breakfast before waking him up. It took him a long moment to actually wake up. “Next time, no movie.” Alden whispered to you as you were both looking at Max practically sleeping above his pancakes. 

“We say that every time.”

“True. Wakey wakey, Max!”

The little boy was straddled. “Do you want me or Alden to take you to school?”

“Both of you!” 

You looked at Alden. “Can you drop me off at work?” 

“Sure but we don’t take off at the same time.” He answered. 

“There’s something called Uber. Very good creation.”

“What’s Uber?” Max asked. 

You and Alden never carpool as his schedule is too random. It was nice to do it that morning, with Max in the backseat. Sweet boy made sure to kiss both of you before leaving the car to go into school. “I love you!” He said right before closing the door. You both spent a long time staring at each other in disbelief that the car behind honked. 

“Did he mean it?” Alden asked as he drove off. 

“Kids don’t say things like that if they don’t mean it.”

“He never said it before, right?”

“Nope. But it’s okay. I mean, he sees us a lot, he hears us saying it to each other, he likes being with us. We’re like his fav aunt and uncle.” 

“Alright. I guess it makes sense.” 

“We shouldn’t be overthinking this.”

But you spent the day thinking about two things only: Max’s “I love you”, and Alden probably seeing his ex again. You were clearly overthinking. 

Alden didn’t really want to see Joy again. Mostly because he didn’t want to feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel. It’s never easy to see your first love, but it’s worse when you never had closure. It stopped so abruptly. One day, she was his whole world and the next one, she was gone and never heard of again until now. Her departure was the reason he turned his life around, stopped being the juvie he was from a young age. But it wasn’t about the departure per se. He changed for her, he would’ve anyways. He wanted to be a better man for Joy, being worth her love. At 16, he already imagined marrying her, spending his entire life with her. Sixteen years old Alden Parker considered Joy Sullivan to be the love of his life. 

And he was never able to shake that feeling away. 

But the case took him back to her house. He needed her help to find Ryan, and it turned out he was right there, hiding at his mother’s house. Alden was upset that she started to lie, but could he really hold it against her? She did what every mother would’ve done. As he was driving back to the headquarters with Joy in the passenger seat and Ryan in the back, his mind shifted off to Max. He loves this boy very much, and he would adopt him on the spot if he could. He knows you’d too. And you’d probably do exactly what Joy did to protect that little guy. 

“Park, are you listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“You’re gonna do everything to help my kid, right? He’s very stupid and did some bad stuff, but he’s not a murderer.”

“Joy—“

“Please, Park.”

Not many people call him Park anymore. You hated that nickname from the beginning. ‘Why don’t they call you Parking Lot while they are at it?’ You told him, making him laugh. And at NCIS, he’s either Alden or Parker. Which he preferes. 

When he felt Joy’s hand on his arm, he almost jumped off his seat while driving. Physical contact cannot be added. He looked briefly at her and realized she needed to be reassured. “I’ll do my best.” He told her. She didn’t take her hand away immediately, but instead squeezed his biceps. He can’t tell you that or it’d drive you crazy. 

You texted Alden a couple of times throughout the day. The first one received a brief answer while the second remained unanswered. After work, you ran some errands for the wedding, scheduled another appointment with the caterer, got a little something for Max to give him after his game on Saturday, and got some groceries. You spent some time on the phone with your best friend to schedule your wedding dress shopping, even though you knew exactly what you wanted. She’s insisting on throwing you a bachelorette party but you keep fighting her off. As you were cooking, you called Alden’s best friend Jeremy to know when he’ll be free to go with Alden to try on wedding suits. 

“Sweetie, I hope Parker is not letting you organize everything by yourself?”

“He’s been quite busy with work lately, but it’s okay. I enjoy doing it.”

“Alright. Is Eli still the ring bearer?”

“With Max.” You reminded him.

“Hey I’m good with it, it’s Eli who’s not happy to share the spotlight.”

“Tell him no one is stealing his godfather away.”

“Sure will. Have you heard about his sister?”

“The Admiral who thinks this wedding is a joke? Of course not.”

“More food for us, right?”

“I honestly don’t care but I know it’ll hurt Den if she doesn’t show up.” 

“But he’ll be married to the love of his life, and that’s the most important.”

“Yeah I guess.”

“Uh oh. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Sweetie, please.”

Not a lot of people know Alden the way Jeremy knows him. If someone could reassure you, that’d be him. So you told him about Alden’s latest case and Joy. Jeremy didn’t hesitate a second before being reassuring, telling you how much Alden loves you. 

“He loves you so much he’s marrying you. And believe me, that was not in his plans.”

“I know— Can I ask you something, Jer?”

“Sure.”

“Has he ever talked about kids to you?”

“You mean having kids with you?”

“Yes.”

“Briefly. He does think he’s too old to have kids now. But—I feel like it wouldn’t take much work to convince him. He always wanted to be a dad.”

“He’d make a wonderful dad.”

“And you’d make an amazing mama.”

“Thank you, Jer. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“None of that! We’re family.”

When you hung up, you cried because of those last words. You didn’t have a family of your own anymore so it meant the world to have a chosen family now, that you have thanks to one man only. 

You were already in bed when Alden got home. It can happen, nothing new there, but that night felt different because you couldn’t help but to wonder if it was because of her. You quickly turned off your night light, put your phone down and pretended to sleep. You heard Alden slowly entering the bedroom, probably to check on you. He took off some of his clothes and circled the bed to be on your side. He pushed hair off your face and gently kissed your forehead. His lips lingered on your skin, and you couldn’t pretend any longer. “Welcome home.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t in deep sleep, it’s okay. You got home late.”

“I know. Case may involve some spies, it’s—shitty. How was your day?”

“How about you go take your shower and join me? There’s some food in the fridge if you want.”

“Be back in 5.”

He kissed your forehead again and was off to the bathroom. You watched the time and it was more than fifteen minutes long. You hate reading into the little things like this, but you can’t shake that gut feeling. 

Alden finally crawled under the sheets, and spooned you, kissing your shoulder. His arms trapped you and you loved every second of it. You softly kissed his left hand. “I can’t wait til there’s a ring there.” 

“Two months.” 

“Yup. And you’re going to try on suits next weekend with Jer.”

“Alright. Did you check with him?”

“Of course. Also, Tay is insisting on throwing me a bachelorette party, but I think there’s no point, cause I don’t have enough women in my life to make it an actual party—“

“I’m sure Kasie, Jess and Delilah would love to be a part of it.”

You forced your way out of his arms so you could turn around to face him. “Do they finally know?”

“I told you I’d tell them before the wedding.”

“Well yes, but why now? During—this case?”

“It has nothing to do with Joy. Kasie figured it out when she worked on finding out how and who stole my identity. Just made sense to tell everyone else.”

Smiling big, you grabbed his sweet face and kissed him. You’ve been wanting him to tell his team from the beginning but didn’t want to pressure him as you knew why he wasn’t telling them. It didn’t go well when his coworkers at the FBI found out he was dating someone 20 years younger than him. 

“So, can I meet them?”

He chuckled. “Yes, we’ll organize something after the case. Okay?”

You kissed him more, and more intensely. You didn’t have sex yesterday, and that was one day too much. Alden answered your kisses but when he felt your hands traveling south, he stopped. “Baby, I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, okay. Sure.” 

Alden turned you down a few times in the past, just like you turned him down too. You never thought of it twice, nor were disappointed about it, sometimes you’re not in the mood and that’s okay. But it was different that night. Was he really exhausted or was it because of her? You tried to hide your overthinking, and laid back down. 

“I love you.” You whispered.

“Me too.”

He cuddled you for a few minutes, before turning to his side. Leaving you with so many questions you only fell asleep around 4am. When your alarm went off, you grabbed your phone and were ready to throw it across the room. But the bed felt cold. You moved your legs around…empty. You listened and the apartment was silent. You went to the kitchen and found a note where it always is. 

‘Early morning. Have a nice day, princess. Love you.’

Did you not feel his usual forehead kiss or did he not give it?

The case was solved during the day. Ryan was indeed innocent, as his girlfriend was killed by Russian spies. Alden was very happy to put this one to rest, even though he knew it wasn’t solving what was going on through his mind. It just kept getting worse. 

#alden parker #alden parker x reader #alden parker imagine #alden parker fanfic #ncis #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis reader insert #kasie hines #tim mcgee #nick torres #jessica knight #jimmy palmer

[midnghtprentiss]

from e.m, with love. - eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (she/her)

warnings: exes to friends to lovers (crazy), alcohol, cursing, fluffy.

a/n: i have this idea and i have to do this. eddie and the reader break up a few years ago because he goes out on tour with his band cause he's getting famous and the reader stay to finish college. a few years later eddie come back for a vacation sees the reader and keeps leaving things at her door.

Eddie was pretty surprised by the rain in Hawkins. What a heartwarming welcome, he taught before jumping out of the car to the porch of Wayne’s new home. 

After Eddie starts making money he gave a lot to his uncle because he knew he deserved it after everything he did just to raise him. No money in the world was enough to show his gratitude for the man. 

‘’Kiddo, come in it’s raining a lot.’’ Wayne called the man that was so happy to see his uncle and gave him a tight hug. 

‘’Missed you, Wayne’’ 

‘’Missed you too, kid. But you need an urgent shower.’’ He mocks letting him go. 

It took Eddie a while to get ready for dinner and it feels like he never left, like the city that hated him was feeling like home again. He misses you though and it’s weird coming back even after all these years and not seeing you with a cake or something else greeting and kissing him. He knew that you were proud of him and that’s true, everyone knows how proud and happy you are because he accomplished his dream. 

You were in your apartment when someone knocked on your door a few times, just for the footsteps you knew it was Max and El. The girls always came over to study for college and hang out with you. This time they were with a bag for the weekend. 

‘’Hello girls, come in.’’ You said letting them in. 

‘’Eddie is back. He’s staying for vacation, two months!’ Max was breathless and you laughed at her. 

‘’Good for him, Wayne told me at lunch. He needs a break from all the rock and traveling.’’ El gave you a look before crashing on the couch. 

‘’He asked about you for Steve and Jonathan.’’

‘’He knows my number if he wants to call. By the way, we are going to the fair tomorrow.’’ Yo warned them before going back to the kitchen.

Eddie never came back after the break up and just thinking of seeing him again makes your stomach burn. Was he different? Is he going to pretend you do not exist if he sees you? You’re dizzy just imagining all of this because for some stupid reason you wanted him to sees you. 

Unlike last night the rain was gone and the sun bathed Hawkins again. It was a sunny Saturday and you were ready to start the day. The girls were already awake when you found them doing breakfast. 

‘Good morning, Ladies’’ You greet them stopping when you notice Steve, Robin and Lucas. ‘’Morning Strangers.’’

‘Max told us to come so we can go to the fair together’’ Steve said, giving you a hug. 

‘’We found this in your door.’’ Robin gave you an envelope. 

The handwriting was unforgettable enough to make your legs shake. You opened to find a mixtape and a note. 

‘’Hi stranger. I miss you so much that's making me crazy. Hope we can talk someday. Did this mixtape with your favorite songs.

Love, E.M’’

‘’You’re kidding! This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen!’’ Max cried before looking at you. 

‘’We don’t know if it’s him, can be anyone.’’ You said putting it on the coffee table. 

‘’Lie to yourself and we pretend to believe.’’ Steve rolled his eyes while sipping his coffee. 

Eddie was anxious enough to keep walking on the porch like crazy. For the first time in years he was wearing a clean pair of jeans and a light shirt with some old all stars he found. It was crazy that his life changed enough to find reporters in front of his uncle's house. Eddie was waiting for the only men possible to take him to the summer fair. When he sees Dustin’s car he lights up. 

‘’Henderson!’’ Eddie shouts running after the boy. 

‘’Munson you asshole!’’ Mike punch him lightly in the arm and hugged him. The man was do excited that when he finally sees Will he cried.

"Boys, look at you. All grown ups." He smiled proudly at them. "Let's go, we have a fair to go."

The car ride was filled up with laugh, jokes and some songs Eddie was writting. The boys admire him for all he been through and he admired the boys for being what they always were.

"She's gonna be there, you know?" Lucas said almost whispering.

"Let a note and a mixtape at her door this morning." Dustin stops looking at Eddie.

"Man, you're crazy. You date all of kinds of women and still think about this one."

"Crazy, right? I mean, she's amazing, smart and brilliant. What can I offer her?"

"She have lunch with your uncle every week. She's always asking about you and still single." Will rolled his eyes.

"We are going to help you." When the boys arrived to the fair it makes Eddie shake on his knees.

You came with a part of the gang, finding Nancy with Jonathan and the twins Oliver and Samuel. She smiled gladly when see your face, you gave her and Jonathan a quick hug before holding the twins in each arm, but not fazt enough to make Samuel stays.

"Hi baby, your antie missed you." You gave him a few kisses making him laugh but he wanted to go with Steve and you let him go.

"You need to see the candy selection this year." Nancy pulled you to one of the many vendings.

You end up crashing into someone appoligizing a few times but when you look up you see him. You smiled and before you can say anything he walked away.

Eddie was breathless. He was impressed in how beutiful you looked. The green dress falling between your tighs your hair down on your shoulders. Your perfume, damn it, he loved that perfume. He was shooked in how you became more of a confident woman than ever.

"That was weird, sorry." He was taken away from his mind when Mike crossed his arms in front of him.

"You're stupid! She was going to say something and you walk away. You ran, Eddie!" Mike was pissed but Eddie laughed bringing all the attention back at him.

"I'm going back there and say hello. I can do this." He was nervous and his hands were wet.

Eddie come back and tried to find you but at that time you were far away from the fair. You were about to go back into your apartament when you see another gift on your door. A note and a mixtape.

"Sorry for that. I was terrified. You look amazing. Green looks good on you. It always did. I think about you when I wrote this one.

Love, E.M"

You feel like a teenager again back on the days when Eddie Munson was the best boyfriend in the world. The way he pulled you in, the way he danced with you while your favorite cheesy songs were playing. The way he kissed you and touched you on the right places. He was your dream.

When you played the mixtape your heart was beating faster than ever. His voice was calm and the song was romantic unlike what he used to sing. It was about you. He fucking knew how to make a woman blush.

The next days you still recieved notes and mixtapes without even exchange a word with Eddie. You were kind annoyed and pissed for that so you do one thing. Called Wayne's home.

"Hello?" Eddie picked up.

"When you are going to start acting like a normal person and just show up to talk, Munson?"

"Wow. I, hm, I..." His words were gone.

"Just came fr a coffee. I'm giving you twenty minutes before I called the cops for a stalker." You hung up looking at the walls.

What have I done, you repeated a lot of times under your breath. You changed for a dress pretry quickly. A blue dress, the same you used when Eddie came home for the first time before the break up.

In ten minutos you doorbell ring. When you open up you see him. You smiled and looked at him a little surprised when you see a box in his hands.

"Hello." He greets you.

"Come in." You let him in. It took you a few seconds to close the door cause his perfume was amazing. "Pretty surprised you know how to speak." You tease him.

"Well, I know how to do that but under pressure I forget." He laughs. His sweet laugh. "This is for you." He gave you the box. "There's notes, a few letters from different moments of my life after we broke up."

"You didn't have to. I was pissed because I missed talking to you and listening to you. " He shake his head cause he feels the same.

"I heard you are kinda important in the university. A professor, hm?" He gave you the same look he used to when he was proud. "I watched one of your lectures when you were in New York. I cry in the end because I could say to everyone 'hey guys, that's my girl' but i couldn't."

"Eddie. We needed that break. How I am supposed to sleep not knowing if you were sleeping with a group or getting high or doing whatever it's the crap you do on tour?"

He knew that. But he never did any of those things when you were dating. He couldn't live knowing that you were dissapointed.

"Fuck that coffee I need alcohol. Want some?" You get up going to the kitchen find your wine.

"A beer please" he followed you cause he need to keep an eye on you.

You gave him the beer filling your glass with wine and taking a good sip.

"I watched one of your shows. Went with Robin and Max." He knew. Max called him to tell but you three stayed in the crowd. "You are pretty good and the guitar? On point."

"That guitar? It has your name. I got it after us." You looked at him reaching for his hand.

"I have a student that have a tattoo with your face. He doesn't believe that we used to date. I'm too hot for you, Munson. His words, not mine."

Eddie burst out laughing and you smile. Seeing him happy was a delight. He was more mature on the things you told him.

"Still think about you. A lot. It's suffocating. Being around you is peacefull almost like floating. Not saying that we should come back together but I want to start over. I want to make this work." Eddie was talking and it was almost like a fall.

"We can start this as friends. We can be friends and go slow. I can make my way with the distance but I can't handle staying away forever. One last try. I know I sound like a crazy man but I want to marry you, have my kids with you and stay with you for the rest of my life." He continued and you listen carefully all of his words.

"We can try, Eddie. One last try."

And right there in that moment you and Eddie come back stronger than ever, ready to make the future belong to you and him only.

#stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson headcanons

[theshimadaslovers]

Hiii!!! How are you?

First I want to say that I love everything you write, and that I am a complete SIMP of your story "Cakes for Reaper".

And second, I wanted to know if you would be willing to write an Inspired By Art with this image...

If you don't want to write it thats okay too, I send you a lot of hugs and kisses🥰❤

AAAWWW Thank you so much! I saw your repost! This is so sweet! ❤❤ And I love that pic so much ;^; I'm so glad that IBA is working! 🌹💪

Obs; I GOT 2 VERSIONS (Maybe more?) FOR THAT IBA 😈

IBA - INSPIRED BY ART

VERSION 1

A FRIEND

Summary: Genji is trying to make Hanzo make new friends after got into Overwatch. Both were sitting at the garden of a big house in a mountain that Overwatch stays on the weekends when there's no mission.

Hanzo- I don't need friends, Genji. Let just meditate, please!

Genji- But you neeed!

Hanzo- But I don't want too!

Genji- I don't fucking care if you want or not! You neeeeed!

Hanzo- Friends doesn't help in anything! How many times you came to me as kid complaining about your "friends"?

Genji- Hey! Some of them was nice!

Hanzo- "some" of them?

Genji- Everybody had once a fake friend! The FFF!

Hanzo- ....F...F...F?

Genji- Yeah, is for Fucking Fake Friend.

Hanzo- *sighs* right...friends are headaches.

Genji- Hey! What about...Tracer?

Hanzo- Talk to much.

Genji- Mercy?

Hanzo- Just talk about medicine.

Genji- Wha...? Ok...aaah, Brigitte?

Hanzo- Nice but...wait, why you're only picking the girls?!

Genji- Ok ok! Rein?

Hanzo- Too loud! Energetic!

Genji- If you keep looking only to those things you'll never have one! This is obvious! Cassidy?

Hanzo- Can you just stop?!

You- Guys? *looking at both holding a tray* Are you guys fighting again?

Genji- No! He's just a stubborn!

Hanzo- *frozed after looking at you*

You- *laughs* Of course he's a stubborn, Genji, he's your brother *approaches and put the tray with tea and cake between them* You're the same.

Genji- I'm not stubborn, come on! *silence* just a little.

You- Is a family thing *chuckles sitting together* I bring some cake that I made it...by the way, what are you guys talking about?

Hanzo- Genji want me to have friends...*roll eyes*

You- You don't have?

Genji- He said that "No! I don't want friends! I hate people!" *making a funny impression*

Hanzo- I don't sound like that and I didn't said that I hate people!

You- *chuckles* I'm not your friend, Han?

Hanzo- I...I don't want to sound rude but...I don't know if I should.

Genji- You know what? Deal with him, y/n...*pick up the cake and the tea* I'll eat in peace. *get out of there* What I stubborn dickhead....

You- *looking him go* So....*back to Hanzo* Why are you so afraid?

Hanzo- I'm not afraid...I just don't need that friendship stuff.

You- Well...you're a lonely wolf, aren't you? *smile*

Hanzo- Hm...I guess I am.

You- You know a lonely wolf can't survive for too long, right? He needs to find a family.

Hanzo- *sighs* I survived until now...I like my solitude.

You- I like mine too...*sit close to him looking at the view* But, sometimes I need someone to spend time together, gossiping...make fun, playing games... is cool. Is not with everyone, of course, is only with who makes me comfortable.

Hanzo- ...*look at you* Like me?

You- Yes.

Hanzo- But...why?

You- Because your aura is good and comfortable to stay around.

Hanzo- *chuckles* Sometimes, you sound like Zenyatta.

You- *laughs* Maybe I'm spending too much time with him!

Hanzo- Keep spending...he's a good master. So...I'm...a comfortable zone?

You- For me, yes. You're a good man, Han. I hope someday you have that knowledge of yourself.

Hanzo- Good...*sighs* After all I've done, how could you?

You- Hanzo, this is past...*sighs looking at him* Stays where it belongs, in the past. The memories, traumas, can be worked out.

Hanzo- I was a terrible human being, y/n! I killed people and my bro-! *looked away closing his eyes* I harmed so many innocents...I was in a mafia! My family...my reputation...my honour...

You- Dosen't matter now, Shimada...What matter is what those traumas made you be who you're now! You changed...you fought for so long. You deserve to be loved. *hold his hand making him look at you a little lost in how to react* You. Are. A. Good. Man.

Hanzo- What makes me that man?

You- *smiles* You want me to say it? Well...you love to help and care, you're gently, patient, helpful, a golden heart man. Is a man that, I knew, since the first time I saw you, I knew how broken that man was. You're broken, Han, but doesn't mean that you're villain or good, you're just human. Be broken is being human.

Hanzo- *looking at you listening to every word*

You- The Hanzo Shimada of ten years ago is not the same one now. Everything that happened there, doesn't matter now.

Hanzo- But...I killed my own brother...*you could see his eyes watering for your surprise*

You- It wasn't you...You told me your side of the story and I promise one thing to you, Han, my friend... it wasn't you. They did that, they must die for that! You didn't have a choice.

Hanzo- I...! *look away*

You- *smiles* Hey, you trusted me to tell your story, you darkest secrets...this is friendship, you know?

Hanzo- *look at you again*

You- Why me, Han? You could have told that to anybody.

Hanzo- *silence*...I...trust you. That's all.

You- Are you sure?

Hanzo- ....*cleans throat* You...Is...! Is just you. I like you.

You- *giggles* I like you too, Hanzo, that's why you're my friend! And...trust me, ok? *put the hand on his shoulder* I'll be here even in your darkest times. I'll never disappoint you.

Hanzo- *blush looking at you* Arigatou...*sighs* I didn't knew that you think like that.

You- I only express my feelings and thoughts when needed.

Hanzo- When I...said...that I like you I...I mean it. *blushing harder and hold the cloth of his pants*

You- Oh...! *blush* Wh-what? Really? Wait! You mean...! Lo...ve?

Hanzo- I guess so...?

You- Well, maybe is just a admiration?

Hanzo- Maybe...*looking away*

You- So...when you look at me, what comes in your mind?

Hanzo- *sighs and close his eyes* Hm... I can't tell, is a mix of feelings. I can't pick one.

You- *laughs* It's ok...but I like you too, Hanzo, for real *kiss his cheek* Remember, I'll be here, always *gets up* And eat the cake.

Hanzo- *looking at the view while you go away*... *look at the cake...it was his favorite one, the white strawberry cake* ....!!! *hide his burning blushed face km his hands(pic)* She's so cute...! Why my heart is so stupidly fast?! I want to marry her! Oh my dragons...! I hate her for that....! *sighs and go back to normal* ....*giggling and slap his face* Stop it! Idiot! *silence and look at the cake making him smile again* Well...I guess I finally gain something meaningful in my life...love. *pick up the cake*

I can't wait for the version 2 💪 hope you like it!

#she/her #overwatch #overwatch x reader #fem!reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x you #hanzo shimada #hanzo x you #genji shimada

[multiverse-imagines]

Hiii, I love your writing and I finally came here with a request!👀✨ Could I have some relationship headcanons with reader and Legato please? (Sfw/nsfw is ok) How does reader get him to trust them enough to open up/get into a relationship? How about reader genuinely caring about him for once in his life, reassuring him etc.? THERE ISN'T ANYTHING ABOUT MY BOY OUT THERE, HE DESERVES BETTER!!😭😭

Thank you for listening to my ramblings :P

Have a good day✨ :D

A/N: omg of course!!!! Legato needs all the love! Feel free to request anything for Legato anytime! All of the Trigun characters are just so "My boy" to me, so I shall write for our boy! There will be some TriMax spoilers within, but I'll keep them as vague as possible. Because they're super heavy topics, and I want this to be digestible for readers!

Triggers: Slavery mention, and SA mention

Legato Bluesummers x Reader Headcanons

Sfw

Legato Bluesummers first love for the longest time was, of course, Knives Millions. His savior, his Master. The one who saved him from his miserable former life.

Which is why Legato is quite confused when he first meets you. You were the first being besides his beloved Master that he found… aesthetically pleasing (absolutely freakin' beautiful).

He saw you in a town that was near the base of operations for one of Knives' little side operations.

He first interacted with you at the local bar. He had seated himself in a distant corner of the bar counter, and you walked up just a few seats down and ordered your drink from the bartender. He caught your eye as you vacantly stared around the bar, lost in thought.

He saw you glance over his features, a light rush of blood settling in your cheeks. He hoped you wouldn't interact with him. Receiving your drink, you meandered back to your friends across the bar. He thought that was the last he'd seen of you.

He was wrong, of course.

Your next meeting was on his way through town, just an overly dressed bystander, making his way towards a warehouse. He felt something collide into his chest. It was you. Your body tensed up and your face turned a bright red.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" You apologized.

Legato could have killed you right then and there. Such a filthy human bumping into him and spoiling his clothes? Disgraceful! But he made the mistake of looking into your eyes as you calmed down, waiting for his response.

"It's… okay. Please watch where you're going next time." He said flatly before stepping around you, and walking off.

A few more chance interactions like this befell the two of you before you stopped him as he was about to walk off again.

"Hey, wait a minute!" You trotted along beside him, introducing yourself and asking his name. Legato was hesitant. Why did you need his name? He supposed it didn't hurt to indulge this Little One with the name of who would be their killer someday.

"Legato Bluesummers." He curtly responded before once again walking off.

Whenever you saw him around town, you would insist on saying hello and try to get him to talk to you more.

This aggravated Legato to no end. Why wouldn't you leave him alone?

"Oh, hey, they gave me an extra cake at the bakery today, would you like it? I don't really need it." You offered a small red velvet cake slice with a delicate white frosting.

"I'm sure I can find someone who wants it back at… the office." Legato fibbed. Why did he care if you knew he worked for Knives?

From then on it was little gifts here and there. A few bread rolls, a soda pop, a can of soup, stationery supplies. Eventually, the two of you sat in the central square chatting for hours at a time.

It was an odd thing for Legato. You didn't care about what he did for work; though he hadn't told you yet anyway. You enjoyed his fashion style, and you seemed to enjoy being around him in general.

"Legato, would you… like to join me for Dinner?" You sheepishly asked. Legato tensed up. Where was this going?

"I can't tonight, I have some work to finish." His reply caused your shoulders to dip and your face a frown, "but if we reschedule for tomorrow night, I'll… I'll make time for dinner with you." Your smile was wider than an ile, and Legato learned he liked something. Your smile. You nodded excitedly.

"What would you like to eat? Do you like.. curry? I make a really tasty curry!"

"S-sure." He hadn't had curry before. He preferred sweeter foods, typically.

"Do you like spicy or sweeter curry? I'd like to make it to your taste!" You said, mentally preparing to go off to the store to gather supplies.

There was a night the two of you sat on the roof of your home watching the stars. The two of you chatted about stars, space, and anything in between. It was there you told him that you loved him. You enjoyed spending time with him, sharing food with him, and the person he was around her. He frowned,

"I… I've enjoyed our time together as well, but… you don't know enough about me to tell me that you love me. You may know I enjoy the color blue, and like sweet food, but… you don't know what I really do for work, who my employer is… my past… I've kept you my little secret because you will get hurt. And I thought I buried the emotion of fear down so far it would never return."

He looked into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes that twinkled like the stars above, illuminated by the light of the moons, "You're only gonna get hurt."

"Legato. I don't care. Remember that time you kept my water glass from falling over? You caught it with.. some sort of telekinesis. That's an amazing ability!" You'd seen that? And you weren't scared?

"I know you could keep me safe. I don't care what you do. I don't have to go with you, either. Your home can be here, with me. Whenever you need a break from whatever plans this employer of yours has."

"You saw… my threads. I can use metal threads, thinner than the eye of a needle, to move anything as I wish. To cut anything I wish." He admitted to her.

He then proceeded to tell her about what he did, and what Knives' goals were. He was astonished to see you shruggingly agree with Knives, and the fact that humans had been pretty irresponsible with plants. You didn't think everyone needed to die for it, but some sort of balance had to be achieved, right?

That's when he knew he had truly found love. You weren't scared of him, you didn't completely disapprove of his deeds, his frequent evisceration of humans. You truly cared about his safety and his own well being. And in the end, that was acceptable to him.

Nsfw

Now Legato has a terrible past when it comes to physical intimacy. His childhood as a slave, and being used for sex still haunts him, and fuels his hatred for humanity as a whole.

He's created quite the barrier to keep people away, so sexy fun times are very rare.

He does however, make them nights you'll never forget.

You had to teach him about kind love, and not being so rough. You often let him top, since he is usually uncomfortable with feeling so vulnerable on his back.

Your first time you asked to be intimate with him, he shut down like Fort Knox. It took a good hour of coaxing him out of it, allowing him to tell you about his atrocious childhood.

"I… I want to be intimate with you. I just…" he'd forgotten what fear felt like.

"We can take things slowly. We'll do what feels okay to you, and I'll give a very gentle nudge sometimes. Is that okay?" He did eventually respond with a nod.

You couldn't touch Legato once your clothes are off. The skin contact triggers him, and he sobs uncontrollably. He hates it, but feels fortunate that it's only in your presence.

He holds you to the bed with his abilities as he presses kisses to your form, and loves to hear the noises you make while he makes love to you. They keep him in the moment, and allows him to continue just a little longer.

It's only super recently that he's allowed you to tangle your fingers into his hair while he kisses you in such a position.

#trigun #legato bluesummers #legato x reader #trimax #trimax spoilers #because thats the only place theyve revealed legatos backstory #tw: slavery #tw: sa mention

[foggyparadisecandy]

I wonder ...

How many people think about how easy it is to drop into trance?

It's really just a matter of choice. When you decide you want to drop into trance, you eventually find you will drop into trance.

And once you have decided that you want to drop into trance, you then have a choice.

Do you want to drop into a deep trance or a light trance?

For most people, the enjoyment of trance, and the reason you want to drop into trance, is to feel good and feel blank and empty, right?

So the easiest path, which is what trance is all about, is to choose to say to yourself that you want to drop into a deep trance.

And then you can feel blank and empty, and feel good and relaxed.

And when you choose to say to yourself that you want to fall into a deep trance, then you have another choice.

Do you want to fall into a deep trance, now or later?

And of course, there is a hidden option, a third option, that many disregard.

And that is that you choose to drop into a deep trance now and also drop into a deep trance later too.

And when you drop into a deep trance once, for someone like me, as an example, well, then, it becomes even easier to drop into a deep trance a second or third time, later, for that same person, which is, of course, in this case, me.

So when you drop into a deep trance now, which is a great option, and in fact the best option, you put aside any concerns because you can be blank and empty and drift and sink, and you can also find that you can drop into a deep trance later for me too.

And so it's like having your cake and eating it too.

And who wouldn't want that?

So you can go ahead and drop into a deep trance for me now and feel blank and empty and relaxed, and you can drift and sink and drop and fall, and feel good and feel happy and feel wonderful.

And you love that feeling so you can enjoy it for as long as you want.

And when you are ready, you can wake anytime you want just by whispering or thinking the word awake, and you know and you find you know you can whisper or think the word awake any time you want to leave this trance behind, and come fully awake.

And you also know, because you chose to drop into a deep trance now, that you can choose to drop into a deep trance later for me, and you may find the next time you trance for me, by reading a trance of mine, you may find, and know you find, that you can drop deeper and feel blanker and emptier, and happier and more relaxed when you do that.

So if you wanted to, you could re-read this trance and find that you choose to drop deeper, even deeper, the next time, and feel even better, and even happier, and even more wonderful.

And each time you read this trance, you find it gets better, and you drop deeper and you sink further, and you feel happier, and you enjoy the experience even more with each pass, and you feel blanker and emptier each time.

And that makes sense and it feels good of course, because it's natural to want to drop deeper and deeper, and feel blanker and emptier, and sink further and further.

So you find yourself re-reading this trance and you do that and you sink deeper and further and feel better and happier.

And whenever you want, you can of course say or think ENOUGH and you can leave this behind and go about your life, happier for the experience and glad you read it. And you may someday choose to come back and experience that deep drop and that wonderful trance.

And that's wonderful.

I hope you enjoy your day.

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#hypnosis #mind control #trancing #brainwashing #trance #hypnokink #hypnotized #consensual #foggy trance

[seirren]

matchup for @imjustabeanie01 ✨

Thank you for the matchup trade~! It was really fun. I hope you like this <3

I match you with...

Zenitsu Agatsuma!

♡ zenitsu keeps thinking how lucky he is to be with you. how could he not? despite what you might say about yourself, zenitsu knows you are an amazing person!

♡ at first, he might be intimidated by you. but as he got to know you more, he began admiring you. one of the first things that he admires is your honesty. sure, it might be brutal. but zenitsu really appreciates your honesty. he doesn't have to second-guess himself because he knows you will always voice what's on your mind.

♡ zenitsu is a patient person. sure, he wants to know more about you. but, he won't force you to open up. instead, he chooses to talk about-- anything, really. himself, his sensei, how inosuke annoyed him this morning, everything. his cheery voice and the way he talks might or might not put on a smile on your face.

♡ oh. the moment zenitsu sees your smile, he knows he's gone. warmth filled his heart, making him wonder is this how love truly feels. from that day, zenitsu knows that making you smile will be his life mission.

♡ he is your biggest, your loudest, and your most loyal supporter. it is like zenitsu can sense whenever you feel down, lonely, or insecure. he'll quickly come up to you, maybe bringing your favorite food or a flowers crown he made by himself, and then he tries his best to cheer you up. as long as zenitsu is around, he won't let you get lonely, or sad, or insecure!

♡ when you are drawing or baking, zenitsu would be excited. he'd watch you draw, and help you bake. if you draw him a potrait of himself or anything really, he'll treasure your drawing. he might even frame it on his room! and if you bake him cakes, he'll shower you with compliments as he enjoys your baking.

♡ once, he tried to debate you on some matters. unsurprisingly, he lost because he can't provide good arguments. he sulked, but his love and admiration for you grew even more. he thinks you are very intelligent.

♡ he won't engage you in any argument or debate ever again. however, he would enjoy seeing you argue with other people. he enjoys every second of you proving that the other person is wrong. yes, show them who's wrong, darling!

♡ zenitsu won't tell you this (or he might, someday), but you are the very reason why he wants to be better version of himself. he knows he's not reliable-- weak and useless, at least that's what he thinks of himself. but, you make him want to be better, to be stronger and reliable, someone you can be proud of. he wants to protect you, and he wants to make you happy.

#matchup #matchup trade #i hope you love the result and the matchup #demon slayer

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Happy anniversary!

I'm hoping for some advice. I just feel so lost and bored with my life. I'm almost 32. I've had the same job (accountant/payroll specialist for an accounting firm) for almost 10 years. I spend so much of my time just sitting at my desk with no work to do, so I've been watching shows on my phone and coming on this hell-site to pass the time. I feel like life is just so negative and pointless. Everything has some kind of draw-back. I really wish someone could tell me what I'm supposed to be doing in my life. I get bored pretty easily. I need multiple things going at a time. Even watching a tv show, I almost always have my phone, computer or tablet going too, doing something. I've been asking myself the same question for over a decade: what do I want? I still have no freaking clue.

I feel like I'm caught in a circle. I don't have many friends because I don't go out much and when I do go anywhere I feel like I have nothing to contribute to conversations because 90% of my life is watching tv. I've never been on a date. I've been on a couple dating websites, but only ugly (sorry, but it's true) and creepy guys have sent me messages. I don't know. That probably doesn't really tell you anything to give advice on, but I typed it out, so I'll still send it.

Hey there! Fellow single 31 year old here that also works in the finance world! I definitely go through phases my self of why haven’t you accomplished this yet, you should be happier because xyz, etc. This is gonna sound really dumb but getting out of that mindset comes down to two things for me.

First thing is what are my goals? I’m not talking the stereotypical ones of get married, have kids, a house, yada yada. Is there anywhere you want to travel to someday? See a musician in concert? Try a new restaurant? Learn to play an instrument? Bake a cake from scratch? Run a 5K? The big goals are great. But so are the little ones. I have sooo many little goals in life and they give me things to strive for or look forward to a week from now and twenty years from now. Life gets a little bleak when you stop allowing yourself to have those things in mind. The little stuff is something you can work on today and see real results. For me goals give me excitement and sometimes my goal is to binge watch a show over the weekend and there’s nothing wrong with that! And if you feel like watching TV is all you do well you know what? Expand on that! Maybe make that a hobby by trying to do a reaction video on YouTube. Learn how to edit, how to share, etc. That’s just one super simple way of making a new goal from something you already do. Just try to get out of your comfort zone a smidge and good things can happen.

And maybe as you try those little things you’ll find you need more stimulation during the day because a toxic work environment can wreck havoc on your personal life too. Maybe it’s time for a career change even.

The second thing, and this one takes serious effort to change is…

Stop being mean to yourself. You are ONLY 31. You got a loooot of life ahead of you. Life does not happen on a timetable and there is no such thing as being “too late” to do things. Honestly you could be 80 years old and I’d say the same thing. You don’t need a man to make you happy. You can make you happy and if a guy comes along, great, that’s a bonus but you right now are just as valid as every other person out there. People with houses, kids, spouses, the people always bragging about their lives, they don’t have that shit figured out anymore than you or I do. We’re all just going with it. I’m not sure if any of this is helpful or not but I hope maybe something stood out for you! 🧡