For the @celestialarchiveshq The Pumpkin Festival: Return of the Knights! Collab
Warnings: Midly suggestive, use of the word darling, sweetheart, pumpkin pie, whipped cream, female reader/pronouns
Prompt: Thanksgiving
Y/N hummed to herself as light hearted holiday music played from the radio. The warm smell of pumpkin pie filled the air and the nostrils of her boyfriend who had just walked through the door. Daichi greeted her with a behind the back hug and a kiss on the cheek as he scooped up a helping of the cinnamon sugar whipped topping Y/N was busy preparing.
“Hey get your paws out of that!” Y/N shrieked, taking the spoon from him and gently whacking him on the nose with it.
“Ouch! Come on, let me have a taste.” Daichi begged reaching around to steal the spoon once more but not before smearing some of the topping across Y/N’s face causing her to start chasing him around the kitchen and into the living room. Upon reaching the couch Daichi turned around and caught her as she ran full speed into his arms and he threw them both onto the couch.
“Hi sweetheart, I missed you.” Daichi said as he nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s neck cradling her close to his chest. Sighing with a smile, Y/N reached up to run her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head.
“You saw me this morning Daichi, I made you breakfast and you stole my biscuit.” Y/N giggled. Daichi looked at her and smiled one of his dopey smiles that he only wore when he was utterly and completely in love with Y/N. She pushed herself up off of his chest and walked back towards the kitchen where the timer was going off letting her know the pie was done. Daichi watched her go and threw a hand over his eyes. Tonight was going to be a long long night.
Some time later, Daichi found himself struggling with his tie. Cursing it, he walked downstairs still fumbling with it as he waited for Y/N to finish dolling herself up. Sighing loudly he pulled his tie off and sat on the couch. He checked his watch and looked around their shared apartment. 6 years worth of memories were collected and put together piece by piece. Photo frames lined the walls of their home and in each one the love was real.
Daichi thought back to the moment where he first met Y/N. In the holding cell at the precinct. She had been part of a protest that had gone a little too far at a turkey farm. The turkey ri He’d been sitting at his desk across from the holding cell where Y/N spent about 20 minutes trying to get his attention.
“You know from inside this cell your thighs look REALLY good in that uniform” a voice said twirling a lock of her hair. Daichi choked on his coffee, spitting it all over himself. Looking over to the cell, Daichi was ready to reprimand the vagrant but stopped when he set his eyes on Y/N who was dressed in jeans and a turkey shirt.
“I- um sorry- Ma’am I need you to quiet down please.” Daichi stuttered as he tried to clean up the mess that he’d made on his shirt. Y/N giggled as she dangled her arms outside of the cell wall.
“My name’s Y/N.” She introduced herself beckoning him closer to her. Daichi looked around the precinct before walking over.
“Daichi. Sawamura Daichi.” He responded by giving her a small smile.
“Daichi! Are you ready to go?”
Daichi turned his head and felt his breath leave his body. Y/N was dressed in a silky yellow pinup dress that he’d bought for her a few months ago.
“You look gorgeous my love, now shall we head off to Suga’s? He’s going to start texting us kissy gifs.” Daichi said, holding her tenderly in his arms. Y/N giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him square on the nose.
“I’ll grab the pie and you can start the car.” Y/N called as she walked into the kitchen and Daichi went outside. As the car revved with life, he felt his phone buzz and checked to see Sugawara was already blowing his phone up with threats of locking them out or “accidentally pouring water all over Y/N to tease Daichi,” honestly it was mostly gibberish.
Y/N hopped into the car and smiled happily at her boyfriend. Daichi felt his heart melt at the sight of her in the yellow dress and the sunset reflecting across the freckles dotting across her face. He blanked for a whole minute before shaking his head and backing the car out of the driveway and making their way towards the festivities.
Daichi sat on the couch of Suga’s home with his arm around Y/N’s shoulders on the back of the sofa and a glass of whiskey in his hand. Y/N was snorting into her hand at a story about Suga’s kindergarteners who couldn’t comprehend that Halloween didn’t happen on the 31st of every month. Daichi shifted slightly and looked over at Suga as if asking him to wrap it up. There was something he needed to do tonight. Something that Suga knew about and was CLEARLY DELAYING
“Y/N would you come with me for a moment? There's something I need to talk to you about.” Daichi whispered in her ear, his breath tickling the skin around it. She looked at him with her oh so loving eyes as she nodded.
“I’m out of wine anyway! Suga, do you need anything from the kitchen?” Y/N asked as she stood up and smoothed the wrinkles from her dress. She turned around to help Daichi up and gently kissed his cheek as he did. Quickly she was whisked away into the kitchen where Daichi closed the barn style door where he could get a little more privacy for what he was about to do.
“May I pour you some more wine my darling?” He asks, sliding up behind her with a bottle of the rose that she had been drinking earlier. With a little chuckle she turned around to let him fill up her glass which he did with a smile.
“What’s all this chivalry for Daichi? You seemed very fidgety at dinner. Couldn’t keep your hands out of my own. Kept kissing my forehead during dessert.”
“You tasted so sweet my darling.” Daichi said, sweeping some of the whipped topping off of the pie and dotting it along her forehead before kissing the cinnamon flavored topping dollops. Y/N giggled as his kisses tickled her face and slowly brought her lips to his. Before she could separate from him, he pulled her back in with a whisper on her lips.
“Close your eyes my darling. Keep them closed for me.”
Daichi gently removed himself from her lips and behind her eyelids, Y/N could hear him shuffling around before he spoke again.
“Open your eyes, I can’t wait any longer to ask you this.”
Y/N opened her eyes to see Daichi on the floor of Suga’s rustic kitchen, knee bent and hands holding a plush velvet box that held the most beautiful diamond ring she’d ever seen. A princess cut diamond wrapped in a rose-gold band with roses sculpted into the sides. She brought her hands up to her mouth to contain a silent gasp as Daichi gulped nervously.
“Y/N, my darling, I love you so much. You’re my morning, my evening, my sun, my star-” Y/N cut him off with a spoonful of pumpkin pie.
“Daichi. Sweetheart. I’m gonna say yes, speech or no speech. Now stand up, put a ring on it and let’s go break the news to Suga who’s been eavesdropping this whole time.” Y/N said standing her now fiance up and allowing him to passionately kiss her. A knock from Suga’s side of the door came along with the phrase “DON’T FUCK IN MY KITCHEN I JUST CLEANED IT!”
Daichi slipped the ring on her finger and scooped her into his arms and kicked the door open.
“Suga just return the pie dish when you can!” Y/N yelled as Daichi whisked her out the door and into the night as a newly engaged couple and into the rest of their lives
Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (the relationships in the tags could be platonic or romantic :) )
Summary:
Despite being Atsumu's best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins' antics when you were around.
So when you needed a way to escape from the twins' interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.
Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.
Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating with my own spin, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it's the shoujo type
Warnings: none
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Warnings: highly suggestive in parts, but overall sfw
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Hello friends! Here is my collab piece for the @celestialarchiveshq fall collab. Special thanks to @kaitycole and @lettrespromises for beta reading the piece for me!
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As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Summary: Sakusa has a crush on you, so he helps you navigate Tokyo during Tsukimi, Japan's harvest moon festival. He gets a little jealous when he learns you're there to support one of your classmates – so he may have suggested going up the cramp and crowded Skytree elevator with you.
Genre/tags: Sakusa x exchange student!reader, fluff, romantic, a lot of pining from Sakusa, pre-relationship
Words: 1.3k
This is a continuation of my first Sakusa x exchange student!reader fic, but this can be read as a standalone piece. This is also for Fall Collab with @celestialarchiveshq.
FYI, I've never been to Tokyo, but I did some research.
*****
"Thanks for coming," the guy with brown bleached hair told you. He wore a navy blue scarf around his neck and Sakusa already decided he didn't like the guy.
He glanced at you, wondering if he should offer his own scarf to you, but he doesn't know how you'd react. Instead, he raised his brow and gestured to the guy you were talking to. "I thought you came here to watch the jazz band," said Sakusa.
The band played every year for Tsukimi, Japan's harvest moon festival, at the foot of the Tokyo Skytree. The last time Sakusa was here, they only had a handful of members, but now they had hundreds.
"I did," you replied. "He's my classmate and he invited me to come watch him play." You wrapped your jacket a little tighter. The sun had already set half an hour ago. "He played the trombone but I guess we couldn't really see from back there," you added.
Right. You knew other people here in Tokyo. It wasn't only him and his family. The edges of Sakusa's lips turned down slightly as he dug his hands into his pockets.
You continued to chat with your classmate and every so often glanced up at the enormous tower. Sakusa began to feel insignificant.
"Have you gone up Skytree yet?" your classmate asked you. "You have to check it out sometime during your exchange here."
You shook your head. "No, I haven't."
"If you're willing to wait, I could–"
"I can take you if you want," Sakusa interrupted with a low mutter.
Your classmate narrowed his eyes at him, but he couldn't get a read on Sakusa with his mask. He let out an amused chuckle. "I have to go and pack up my stuff," he told you, walking back to his band with a wave. "Have fun, Y/n. I'll see you tomorrow."
You furrowed your brows together, looking back at Sakusa. "Are you sure you want to bring me there?" You knew he hated crowds – even before you met him. Mom shared a lot about the family with you, so you heard plenty of stories about him.
A drop of sweat formed on his brow. "Yeah," Sakusa muttered, heading towards the Skytree's entrance. He couldn't back down now. "Let's go."
After he brought tickets for the two of you, you waited in line for the elevator. It was near closing time, yet there were plenty of people around, likely because it was a national holiday. Sakusa scrunched his nose as he watched the crowd being jammed into the elevator. Why did he suggest to come here today?
Skin touched his hand and he jerked his hand away from yours. You bit your lip and your brows knitted together. "I'm sorry," you told him, rubbing your arm. "You just looked a little uneasy."
Sakusa widened his eyes at you. He cleared his throat and glanced to the side.
He held out his hand.
You took it.
It was your turn to enter the elevator and the two of you shuffled inside. People were shoulder to shoulder and Sakusa's heart began to beat faster. The observation deck was three hundred and fifty meters from the ground. The ride up should only take a few minutes, but the air inside the elevator was warm and humid. His muscles stiffened when a stranger bumped his arm.
You gave Sakusa's hand a gentle squeeze. You must have noticed he was feeling tense. You smiled at him to give a bit of reassurance and he let out his breath and relaxed his shoulders. He had only known you for a few months, visiting his parents' home every one or two weeks. Yet during that time, you had always managed to put him at ease. You made sure he was comfortable.
The doors opened, and as the crowd thinned out leaving the elevator, you let go of his hand. He reached for your hand but instead he bit his lip and clenched his hand. You had to go back to your country in March. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and buried his chin in his scarf.
Glass windows surrounded the circle of the entire floor. You drifted towards the city lights twinkling, mesmerized by the mosaic of buildings covering the land up to the horizon. A river divided the city, a few lights flickered from the boats gliding on its waters.
Sakusa had seen this view before, back when Skytree first opened. It hadn't changed much, but the most significant difference was the moon, which looked several times larger than usual. It was Tsukimi after all.
"Could you take a picture of me, Sakusa-san?" you asked him, holding out your phone.
He smiled, looking at you through the image on the phone with the moon in the background. He wanted to have a copy of this, but would you think it strange?
"Let's take a picture together."
He froze.
You motioned for him to come closer and welcomed him by your side. "Maybe you should take the picture," you suggested. "Your arms are longer."
Sakusa held up the phone in front of the two of you and awkwardly stood a few inches away from your side. He shouldn't put his arm over you. His other hand stayed firmly in his pocket as he took the picture and returned your phone.
"I'll send you a copy," you told him.
The corner of his mouth lifted. He was getting a photo of you. "You don't have my number," he replied.
"Really?" You got him to enter it into your phone.
Sakusa's heart beated a little faster. He could text you in the future when he'd be sitting in the locker room, done with practice. Would you mind? Perhaps he shouldn't be considering it since he'd be bothering you in class.
The photo of the two of you appeared in his notifications. It would look nice as his background picture but he decided against it. You hadn't shown any interest towards him.
Sakusa followed as you strolled around the rest of the deck, observing the rest of the cityscape. You froze before stepping on the glass floor, a feature purposely added so you could see straight below the observation deck. You couldn't bear to look down. The trees and lights were tiny. You were hundreds of meters above them.
Sakusa smirked since his mother had done the same. His father and older siblings had teased her before she shut her eyes and stepped into the glass, begging Sakusa to quickly take the picture.
A lot had happened in seven years. His brother had a family now, his sister had moved to another country, and he had graduated from college. He missed them.
You stepped onto the glass, hands shaking.
"Why are you going on it?" Sakusa asked you. It was obvious you were scared.
"I don't know," you said with a bashful smile. "I guess I was inspired?"
He raised a brow. "By what?"
"You." Your eyes avoided his. "You got on the elevator for me."
His cheeks heated up and he hid them under his scarf, although he was already wearing his mask. He took the picture the moment you stepped onto the glass floor, mindful of your fear of heights. "I got it," he said.
You stepped off and let out your breath. "Thank you, Sakusa-san." Your hand still gripped onto your jacket.
"Kiyoomi."
"Hm?" you hummed, looking up at him, waiting for clarification.
"You can call me Kiyoomi if it's too confusing," he explained. "You say Sakusa-san for Mom too."
Was this too sneaky? You weren't Japanese after all and weren't familiar with the connotations of calling him by his given name.
Your grin grew wide. "Did you just want to feel closer to me? Hm, Sakusa-san?" you teased.
He got caught.
You twirled around and gazed at the moon. "What if I called you Omi instead?"
He let out a snort. "No."
"Omi-omi?"
He scrunched his nose as you laughed at his reaction.
The moon was bright against the dark sky. He wished you could live with his family longer. His parents' place was livelier with you around.
You'd be gone in March. Would a long distance relationship work?
He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.
Maybe he should at least see if he could visit more often.
*****
I hope you liked it. I don't intend on continuing this but if I'm feeling inspired, I might add more.
Here's the first part if you haven't read it yet.
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It is said that everyone has their second half, their soulmate. And everyone has a different way of meeting them. What will be your way of meeting your second half, your soulmate?
A/N: there’s some nakey people but nothing graphic. Mentions of an emotional breakdown because human beings have those sometimes and it’s healthy to cry. Lot’s of comfort (hopefully)
Feat. Gojo, Geto and Nanami
Gojo is a bit concerned when he comes home and you’re curled up on the couch instead of greeting him. Baby? You okay? Your mumbled response isn’t reassuring either. Gojo gently helps you off the couch before leading you towards the bathroom. Lifting you up to sit on the counter while he starts the shower, holding his hand under the running water to make sure it’s the right temperature for you. C’mon doll, let’s get these clothes off of you. His voice is low and calming as he helps you slip out of your clothes, softly guiding you into the shower after undressing the both of you. Letting you stand in the warm spray he watches your body slow relax. When you turn to face him Gojo is quick to pull you close, letting your head rest against his chest while he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear.
Getou is displeased when he sees your burnt out figure sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands. His first thought is getting rid of whatever made you feel this way. But, he reels that feeling in, knowing you need him now more than anything. Angel, are you alright? His deep voice carries easily across the room. When you don’t look up he becomes concerned. When you shake your head before trying to muffle a sob Getou is rushing to your side. Are you hurt? What’s wrong? Please talk to me. You can hear the panic in Getou’s voice no matter how hard he tries to cover it up.You’re quick to throw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest and allowing him to pull you close and whisper reassurances in your ear that everything will be okay. He pulls aways from you for a short moment to adjust and pull both of you on the bed properly before pulling you back into his warmth. Getou will hold you long after your cries have stopped and your body has relaxed with sleep. He’ll continue holding you until you grace him with your beautiful smile.
Nanami is a practical man with a rational thought process. He likes to believe that he is cool, calm and collected at all times. All that got thrown out the window when he returned home to you sobbing in your shared bed while wearing one of his shirts. When you reach out for him he is immediately walking towards you, shedding his coat and button down before sliding into bed with you. It’ll be alright darling. I’m here and we will figure it out together. Nanami spoons behind you, pulling you as close as possible before placing soft kisses on your hairline while whispering his love for you in your ear. Sleep now my love, things will look better in the morning. His voice is calming to listen to and you feel yourself begin to relax into his warmth. With his words of support all of your worries and doubts seem to lessen, the weight on your shoulders is lifted, allowing you a break to get your feet under you again. Your breath comes easier as you no longer feel the crushing pressure on your chest. With a small smile you allow yourself to fall asleep, knowing that with Nanami by your side things would indeed be better in the morning.
This is in retaliation for @kaitycole angst that made me cry yesterday. Big thanks to @kaitycole and @tendouszeita for sharing braincells with me.
C/w: um none, I don’t even think I cussed. Extremely fluffy.
Sasuka
Let’s his daughter put butterfly clips in his hair and doesn’t care who sees. Will proudly wear them to practice and no amount of teasing will bother him. All because his daughter said “you look pretty now too daddy”. His lock screen is a picture of the three of you with sparkly butterfly clips.
Meian
Happily sits at the tea parties his daughter has for all her stuffed animals. He will wear a princess crown and stick his pinky finger out because that’s the correct way. Definitely makes slurping noises while ‘drinking’ his tea. Has a picture of himself and his daughter during one of these tea parties in his locker and always picks up a stuffed animal at away games to bring back for the next tea party.
So uh I enjoy your writing very much and I would like to request Akaashi with a GN reader that seems reserved, shy and studious at school but sees once outside of school they are rambunctious when they ride their motorcycle? Thank you
》 Fandom: Haikyuu!!
》 Request(?): Yep!
》 Pairing: Akaashi K. x GN!Reader
》 Type: Fic
》 Genre: Fluff
》 Galaxy Research: No, thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing!
During the day, (Y/N) was your average student. Very good grades, well behaved, and mostly never spoke out. But once they were out and about, it was like a switch had been flipped with their personality.
Akaashi was one of the first to see it; being that he was their significant other. Not many knew of (Y/N)’s secret hobby, and they liked to keep it that way. The sleek design of their motorcycle awed him every time, and it was exhilarating and fearful when he had gotten a ride on it.
“Keiji, do you want to study at my house tonight? We have a test for Literature later this week so it’d be best that we get ready for it.” (Y/N) spoke quietly.
“Sure. I’ll let you know when practice is over. You can pick me up once I get home.” Akaashi said nonchalantly.
“Alright.” Picking up their bento box, (Y/N) happily ate away, excited for the evening with their boyfriend.
Later on that night, (Y/N) got the text from Akaashi, ready to go and pick him up. Picking up their helmet, they smiled wildly. Swinging their leg over the motorcycle, they drove over to Akaashi’s home, happily laughing in the flow of the wind blasting against their skin.
Akaashi stood outside his house. Backpack slung over his shoulder and in more casual and comfortable clothes. Seeing the familiar figure of (Y/N) on the familiar bike, he smiled at how excited they looked.
“Hey Keiji! C’mon! Let’s get going~” (Y/N) held out the spare helmet towards him.
Swinging his legs over as well, Akaashi held onto (Y/N)’s waist, ready to rush off into the streets of Tokyo.
“Is it okay if we take the longer route?”
“Sure. Just make sure you don’t go too fast.”
They went fast. Their hoots of joy as Akaashi clung onto them in slight fear sounded out in the streets around. But the happiness on their face was the one thing that kept Akaashi going, seeing that it was their pride and joy to ride around.
》 General Taglist: @celestialarchiveshq @kuroos-babie @jellyfishsart @yafriendlyfangirl
oh oh, what about kuroo with an idol s/o where reader is hated on for a scandal (that isnt true) and kuroo defends them? 🥺
》 Fandom: Haikyuu!!
》 Request(?): Yep!
》 Pairing: Kuroo T. x GN!Idol!Reader
》 Type: Fic
》 Genre: Angst to Fluff
》 Warnings: Harassment (slightly)
》 Galaxy Research: Requests are Open!!
Idol Artist (Y/N) Leaving Group?
Idol (Y/N) Having a Affair?
Idol (Y/N) Blackmailing (Random Idol)?
Idol-
Title after title after title. Every article weighed down on the Idol. At the point of life where they agreed to the contract, more than enough rumors have popped up about them, more than burying them in a spiral.
(Y/N) sighed, setting down and muting their phone from all the notifications. Fans, friends, and others alike all almost spammed the poor singer from the newest rumor, to the latest album. The headache arising was tiring, their entire life at the moment was tiring, they just wanted to make time stop and take a moment.
Kuroo popped his head into their shared room, hearing the deep sigh and seeing the tired look on (Y/N)’s face. His own face dropped, knowing the situation (Y/N) was in.
“Hey, do you want anything? I’m going out for groceries.”
“No, it’s fine. Let me come with you, I need some fresh air anyways.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Lemme just grab my stuff.”
Taking a face mask, cap, and sunglasses, (Y/N) grabbed the car keys in the bowl and headed out with Kuroo. The tiredness was getting to them.
The local grocery store wasn’t too far, and only stepping out of the car lead to some questions. Even with all the face coverings, some of (Y/N)’s fans (more haters) had recognized them, surrounding the idol with questions and even going to take photos of the area with them.
Kuroo stepped in, seeing (Y/N) almost begging for help with his smaller actions.
“Hey, leave them alone.” His larger stature had some of them step away, or even fully run away as well.
“Huuhh? Who are you supposed to be? Get out of our business bedhead!”
Kuroo was irked by the comment, ready to go off on them, but he stayed until he saw the consent of (Y/N).
“Well, I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend. And it’s truly terrible that your brain lacks the proper Adenosine that would make you smarter and have more common sense to not harass a idol in public. See how the articles would make your reputation go bye bye, and the many amounts of witnesses would definitely give credit. Now get out before I call the damn police.”
Stunned, the person yelled that it wasn’t over as they ran away. The other people dissolved into the crowds and the two were left alone.
“Holy crap. Thanks, Tetsu.”
“Of course~ it’s the least I can do for my loving significant other after all.”
》 General Taglist: @celestialarchiveshq @yafriendlyfangirl @kuroos-babie (Ask to be added!)
pairing: Tsukishima x f!manager of Sendai Frogs
genre: sexual tension/crack
warnings: lots of swear words
wc: 4.8k
a/n:
Thank you @tokyosdawn and @oii-sugasan for the betaread!
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Prologue || masterlist
You notice an unfamiliar presence by the entrance. You stare at them for some time from your seat to see if they’ll leave, but after a few minutes of them standing idly there, you decide to deal with them.
“How may I help you?”
You cross your arms as soon as you reach the entrance. It’s a green-haired guy with freckles wearing casual clothes. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him somewhere. You study him, scrutinizing his build from the loose hoodie, which didn’t give anything away, down to his denim pants which verifies your hunch.
Yep. Most likely a volleyball player.
You probably saw him play somewhere before if he’s familiar, but you haven’t seen him in any recent games.
“I’m sorry, but this gym is closed for training,” you announce strictly. You’re not sure if he’s actually from other teams, but you’re not taking any chances. You can’t have people spying on your players. Never mind that this guy is doing a bad job of making it discreet.
“Oh, sorry,” he gives you a panicked apology which doesn’t decrease your suspicion one bit. “I’m Tsukki’s friend. I just came by to return his headphones.”
── A @celestialarchiveshq collab “Connected by fate”
Pairing: Semi Eita x fem!reader
Tags: college!au, kinda angst i guess, fluff, SLOW BURN, maybe strangers to lovers!au
Summary: On the last day of the year, you dream of your soulmate’s most impactant memory that happened within the year. Each memory will be different each year.
Word count: ~3.6k
Author’s note: I’m late and I’m so so sorry! I said I’d comeback by the end of January, but here we are in March lol. I can explain why I took so long in another post, if you want, but anyways. Here’s my piece from the soulmate!au collab from @celestialarchiveshq ! I decided to break it into pieces, because so far I have 9k words and you don’t deserve this. Anyways, hope you enjoy and stay tunned for the next part!
WARNINGS: insecurity, mention of injury (it’s a broken arm), self-esteem issues, let me know if I forgot anything
MEMORIES’ MASTERLIST
You didn’t know who your soulmate was, the little information you had about them was that you only knew they were a boy and had a huge passion for volleyball and music. But one thing that you knew for sure about him was that he desperately needed a hug. Not because he’s supposedly your partner for life, your one true love, your missing piece. No. Your soulmate mark taught you things are more than that, that there’s more colours than just black and white, more than just simple and exact definitions.
Being able to access his most important memory of the year through a dream was both a blessing and a curse. The first one is quite obvious, it meant your soulmate had overall a good year, no bad day overshadowed the good ones. However, when the second case occurred, it pained you to know that he went through a lot, and you couldn’t do anything.
It was hard to predict how much a couple of consecutive bad memories could have changed your soulmate. Knowing only an hour or so piece of the 8760 hours of the last year, let you little to no room to guess how he coped with it. You couldn’t help but think what did he do to deserve all the insecurities and self-doubt he’s been receiving. What happened to the sweet boy that still believed hard work was worthy?
