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strawberryfairi · 1 year ago

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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 2.6k💠 Released March 28, 2024

NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️✨: This chapter is so rushed and short fr I'm def not proud of this one, BUT due to this fact I'm doing a double post of chapters 9 + 10❤︎ You're welcome teehee.

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CHAPTER 9; BROKEN

It's been a while now after finding out a bit of Kazutora's past. You were way too nervous to really ask him anything about it as you really didn't want to upset him and ruin your already blurry friendship.

You figured if he wants to share anything about it he will, in his own time.

Today was another one of those school days that were unbearably boring. Though it was actually a bright, clear skied day, the morning was quiet, everyone tired and sluggish from a weekend full of cloudy skies, and rain.

It wasn't until lunchtime that things finally started to get more...exciting for you and your friends.

"Are you deadass?!" You gaped at your friend Hanako-chan, along with the other girls at the lunch table.

"Yup! He asked me out last Friday after school! It was so cute; I couldn't believe it!" Her cheeks were dusty pink as she recalled the memory of her crush asking her out.

"Wooooow! I'm so happy for you, Hanako-chan." You smiled softly at her.

"This is the same guy that came to hang for Halloween, right?" Yumi chimed in, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Yeah! His name's Sora Kobayashi." She swooned hard.

"Oooo! Hanako Kobayashi kinda eats, you know? It's got a lil ring to it." You smirked devilishly, her face turned deep red as the other girls giggled.

"It's giving future husband!" Asuka-chan chimed in, a bright smile on her face.

Suddenly, some commotion going on towards the entrance of the cafeteria caught all of your attention, heads turning nearly in sync with each other.

It was Kazutora, who hadn't been here earlier today, strolling in casually with those two other guys you'd seen with him once before. You already knew what was going on as his eyes locked with yours. A charming grin made its way on his face as he approached you.

"Speaking of husbands...." Yumi murmured with a devilish smile, looking your way for a moment.

"Hey", he nodded towards you, "hey girls." He then acknowledged your friends to which they all smirked.

"Heeeeyyyy." They sang, dragging it out obnoxiously long.

"Ohhh would you look at that, suddenly we all have somewhere to go, right girls?" Miyazaki-chan cut in, clearing her throat and raising a brow so all the girls would get what she's trying to do.

"O-oh yeah yeah! We're needed...elsewhere currently. See ya!" Asuka chuckled, making it so obvious they were leaving us alone on purpose. You sighed, discreetly rolling your eyes.

How y'all needed elsewhere during lunch...?

"Why'd you come to school so late? You dropped me off just to dip out then come back?" You questioned, your brows furrowed. He put on his signature cheeky smile, his eyes closed from how wide it was.

"Uh oh..." You deadpan, already knowing he was up to absolutely no good with that look. "What did you do?" You narrowed your eyes. He shook his head. "What are you doing?" You said next, your expression still the same as the intrigue started to rise more. He shook his head again. "What are you about to do?" This time your brow raised as there wasn't any other variation left that you could think of.

"There it is! I'm bustin' you outta here!" He says excitedly.

"You what?" A playful scoff escaping you as a small amused grin made its way on your lips. Kazutora grabbed your hand with both of his, pulling a bit so you'd stand out of your seat.

"Uh uh! I can't leave!" You pulled against him, trying to keep yourself planted.

"Yeah you can! I do it all the time." He shrugged like it was the most simplest thing ever.

"Yeah but you're not supposed to! And I'm not you!" You frown.

"C'mon goody two shoes, I'm kinda on a time crunch right now."

"No, I can't skip school! Bruh!" You spout rapidly, feeling a mixture of nervous excitement. It was kind of true that you were a 'goody' type of student. Never skipping school, always on time for class, and getting your homework done to the best of your ability was always your thing. Compared to Kazutora you probably were an angelic, perfect example student.

The idea of skipping has never even crossed your mind before, seeing as you figured teachers would worry and highly likely call your mom, which would then petrify her and have an entire S.W.A.T team level search party coming for you. It just wasn't worth it to skip. Besides, where would you be skipping to? For what?

"It's fine! You can miss half'a day." He chuckled, finally pulling you along towards the caf entrance.

"No, I'm serious! This isn't a good idea! I'm gonna get in- You cut yourself off with a gasp, feeling slightly disoriented as Kazutora abruptly pulled you towards him and casually flung you over his shoulder.

"Hey! If you don't put me down!" You blurted out frantically in English, making him laugh. "You're embarrassing me in front of all these-oh my gosh...." You facepalmed in defeat, watching as everyone laughed and took in the scene unfolding in amusement.

"It'll be fun, trust me!" He assured playfully, still keeping you perched up on his shoulder as he and his friends walked out of the school.

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Kazutora had taken you all over the place today. First it was some street race that he took you to watch together. It was all kinds of older guys and even some your age, dressed in streetwear, smoking and driving really cool looking cars.

You were glad he'd taken you to your place first to change out of your uniform, it would've looked so awkward since everyone else was dressed so amazing.

You were wearing a cute black skater style skirt with a slit by the right thigh, sheer nude stockings and a white cropped top. Over the fit you had on a hot pink cardigan with your first initial stitched in the back, and white two and a half inch knee high, heeled boots. It was fully into November by this point, so the cardigan was much needed. It wasn't necessarily blending with the streetwear vibe, but you were still cute nonetheless.

Afterwards he'd taken you out to get food at this ramen place! It was here that you started to wonder if this was his way of taking you out on a date without actually saying it. He was all smiles the entire time, talking up a storm with you, and insisted on paying for everything.

Then you both just wandered around the shopping district, trying on all kinds of things and even clothes and accessories you didn't even like. He'd even gone out of his way to buy you something you liked a lot. These gold, medium sized hoop earrings with little faux diamonds embedded into them. To say you were overjoyed and flattered would be an understatement. Immediately the jewelry became your absolute most cherished item in your accessories drawer.

And now, hours and hours later, the two of you were off somewhere deep in the city, strolling into some random skyscraper.

"K, what are we doing?!" You chuckle, going along with things as he leads you to a basic looking metal door in the main entrance of the building. The door revealed flights on flights of squared stairs, an elevator on the right upon coming inside.

"You'll see." He replies vaguely, a cute yet mischievous looking grin on his face. The two of you went all the way to the top floor, heading to the door that leads to outside.

Instantly you were met with an astonishing view, other buildings, street lights, and the night sky all greeting the both you. It was almost a fully clear sky up above, thousands and thousands of stars along with the half moon shined so brightly. "This is beauuuutiful! We're so high up!" You beam, smiling as the wind slightly brushes past you, making your skirt and cardigan sway.

"I know. I come up here all the time." He says softly, walking ahead of you.

"Come on!" He urges, giving you a nod. Snapping out of your daze you catch up to him, the two of you walking near the edge of the building.

"Wait...don't go too far, K." You warn, feeling your heart drop slightly as he kept going. The two of you weren't so close where you could fall, but it was enough to make you just a bit nervous.

"It's fine, don't worry." He assures. "I brought you here 'cause this spot is really special to me." He says softly with a particularly warm smile.

Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest at his words, a small smile dancing its way across your lips. "I'm glad you took me here. I really like it."

"Y'know, I'm really happy I met you. I want you to know that." He continues, brushing his hand behind his neck nervously.

"Aaaw, I'm glad I met you too, K! You're my best friend." You admit softly, feeling your cheeks heat up as that's the first time you'd ever told him you felt that way.

"Actually, I brought you here 'cause...I gotta-..I gotta tell you something." He adds hesitantly, looking to the side a bit as his expression turns a bit pained.

This time your heart practically attempts to leap out of your chest. You purse your lips together to try and conceal the fully wide, glowy smile, clasping your hands together. Your little paper bag with your new earrings sat between your fingers. You might be joining Hanako-chan in the no longer single committee real soon!

"Yeah?" You murmur softly, biting your tongue.

Was he actually gonna go and confess his feelings?! Maybe that's why he came and took you out of school. He set up this whole thing just so you guys could end here, and he could ask you to be his girlfriend!

"Um..I don't really know how to say this..." He trails off, still not making any kind of eye contact with you.

"No, it's ok!" You assure sweetly, taking a step closer to him. By now your brows start to furrow a bit, slowly becoming concerned as his expression turns almost stony, and his eyes look hollow.

Maybe this wasn't what you thought it was...

"W-what's wrong?!" You press, placing a hand on his arm.

"I-...I may not..see you again." He finally mutters weakly, his eyes looking up at yours finally.

You blink, shaking your head a bit. Immediately your hand drops from his arm, looking at him as though he just went and slapped you across your face.

"What? What do you mean?" You question, your tone a bit sharper than you intended.

"I'm not gonna see you again. Not for a long time probably-

"What are you talkin' about? What does that even mean?!" You rant, feeling your heart start to crack. He lets out an exasperated, conflicted sigh, burying his hands in his pockets.

"I can't really tell you why, but after tomorrow...I just won't be able to see you again." He explains again, not bothering to expand any further.

"You can't tell me?! You brought me here just to say this?! To just drop me?!" Your chest rises and falls visibly as your breathing becomes heavier, an overwhelming amount of emotions starting to wash over you. Anger, confusion, worry, betrayal, even denial.

"I'm sorry." He replied barely above a whisper. You scoff at his weak response.

"You're sorry?! Sorry for what exactly, 'cause you don't seem all that sorry. What did I even do-

"No no, you didn't do anything! It's not even about you, I just have-

"So if I didn't do anything why are you doing this?! You took me out of school, spent all day playing nice, and brought me here just to tell me you're never gonna see me again, and you can't even at least explain to me why?!" You argued with a shaky voice. By now you'd already started crying, the tears streaming down your face like waterfalls.

"I promise I'd tell you if I could, but I can't." Kazutora says regretfully, a pained look on his face as he tries to reach for your hand.

"You can't or you won't?" You question sharply, snatching your hand away as you take a step back.

He goes silent, looking down and to the side, not even at least trying to answer you.

"Wow. So that's it, you just...say nothing." You scoff, shaking your head, looking over at him as if he were the worst person you knew. "I'm sorry..." He mutters monotonously. "I can't believe you." You grumble bitterly. What you really meant was 'I can't believe I actually fell for you'.

"Well I'm glad then, that you won't see me again, 'cause I don't wanna see you." You scowl, giving him one last look before storming off back inside the building, heart breaking even further when he doesn't bother to try and stop you.

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You'd went home and just cried and cried and cried all night until you fell asleep. It was so bad your mom could hear your sobs, bursting into your room to figure out what the matter was. You'd managed to tell her the whole story, crying into her chest as she tried to console you as best as she could.

The next day was the worst, the realization that what had happened last night wasn't a dream but very much reality made your heart break all over again. You were in so much pain, everything ached, and your head was pounding.

You didn't eat, you didn't turn on any lights in your room, you barely even spoke.

The girls had been blowing up your chat since yesterday, wanting to hear the 'tea' about how things went with you and Kazutora when the two of you ditched school together. You'd went and turned the group chat and individual chats with them on do not disturb. Honestly you were just embarrassed, feeling so stupid about the way you felt about him since it all blew up in your face. It's the way you really swore he was gonna confess to you, tell you he loves you and the two of you would just...who knows?

None of that even matters at this point? He doesn't want you around so any fantasies you once had before were all turned into pitiful ash in a matter of seconds. Your mom had told you last night that she believes he still cares about you and likes you, but he just went and chose to push you away 'cause he's not ready.

You hated him, hated everything about him, especially the things you used to love the most. Even more so you hated the memories, the memories that would flash through your mind, plaguing and haunting you relentlessly every second of every day.

Each day after felt worse and worse, unlike what your mom had assured you of. Every day that you two didn't speak chipped off pieces of your heart. Everything reminded you of him, the stuffed bunny he got you, your own bed that he'd laid in with you multiple times, when you walk outside and he's not there waiting for you to walk to school together.

School was the absolute worst. You'd gone from Hanemiya-san's princess to Hanemiya-san's ex. Rumors spread all over like wildfire, and of course with Kazutora no longer coming to school people felt completely free to voice their opinions loud and proud. Of course your friends would come to your defense, but now all of you were outnumbered, so it didn't do much to stop anyone from talking their shit.

Finally, weeks turned into months, which turned into years.

It took two years for you to finally free yourself from the depression of being left by Kazutora, college being the exciting new beginning for you.

You'd decided to go home, back to America to really clean off your slate. You met new people, made new friends, though you kept in touch with all of your friends from Japan. It was rough though, talking to your friends in Japan, they'd always remind you of what you left behind....

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criticsstuff · 2 years ago

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Counting the Seconds (Series)

Addison Montgomery x freader

Chapter 5: weeks

Words: 3260

Summary: Back in Seattle you're not just dealing with a tumour, you met a amazing woman that is eventually going to change your life.

Warnings: in this chapter fluff, flirting, exhaustion and neck kissing lol, later I promise you smut, cheating(maybe) and more.

Updates: Weekly ^^

A/n: I UPDATED EARLIER THAN USUAL!!! YAY My writing at the end is really shitty but just ignore it and stay HAPPY. Take care and have a nice week.

Part 1,2,3 & 4 you can find in Navigation

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Rain hit you immediately as you left the house, groaning you took your bag, holding it above your head, shielding you from the rain.

You made quick steps to the car, not wanting to get soaked by the cold water, falling from the sky.

The day Addison came back from her trip, visiting you, it also rained. You smiled to your self as the memory floated your mind.

„What are you thinking?“ Addison asked, staring at you in disbelief. Looking up at her, with no idea what she was talking about, you scoffed. „Honey, you know how important it is to eat. And now it’s even more important, you’re still recovering.“ she lectured you. You wondered how she knew about that. But then it hit you. Meredith.

Yeah she had most likely something to do with that. If not her than Christina or even both. At that thought you rolled your eyes but regretting it immediately after, as you heard Addison softly scoff beside you. You looked at her as she glanced at you angrily.

„I missed you, Addison.“ you told her, smiling cheekily at her. „This is not gonna help you know.“she again scoffed but you saw her smiling as she pulled something out of her bag.

You quickly got into the car, driving to the hospital. The rain constantly tapping against your car, kinda annoying you. So you turned up the radio, listening to the song playing as you waited for the light to turn green. But in your mind the images from 4 weeks ago still playing over and over.

She handed you a wrapped sandwich, looking at you strict. „Now be a good girl and eat up.“she demanded, as she looked down at your hands unwrapping the paper the second she finished her sentence. Luckily she didn’t saw your face right now, you were blushing. You’re whole body grew hot and a tingling feeling spread in your lower abdomen.

She finally looked up for your dismay, trying to catch your eyes as you did the exact opposite, trying everything to avoid eye contact. No one said something, Addison trying to figure out your sudden change in behaviour and you hiding it from her prying eyes.

Suddenly she chuckled, leaning closer and tilting her head as if trying to study you even more precisely. As she said the following words „You’re so good for me“ slow and her voice almost dropping a whole octave. You’re composure failed completely, your hands stopped movement and you couldn’t control the breathy almost not audible gasp leaving your throat. Still Addison noticed every move you made and if not the blush adoring your cheeks would’ve betrayed you one way or another.

She hummed knowingly, as a grin creeped up her face. She decided to tease you a bit more about the new information she got about you. Honestly she enjoyed it too, a bit more than she probably should.

She didn’t waste a second and stood up from the chair beside your hospital bed. She grabbed your shoulders, making you scoot a bit forward. She took the newly place behind you, sitting on the bed with you in front of her, her legs angled on each side of your body.

You didn’t dare to lean back, not wanting to get even more nervous. This woman was driving you crazy. But she wouldn’t have it, not even a moment after she settled in behind you, she gently pulled you back by your shoulders, making sure your body is laying on her completely.

You were stiff for a minute but her soft, warm body and her welcoming smell drew you in, so you let yourself go and cherished the moment. Sadly you were still hot all over and she hadn’t in mind to let you recover.

„You’re really bothered by this. In a good way.“ she said out loud as one of her hands rested on your abdomen. „By what ?“ you asked silently, looking down at her hand. „You know“she hummed, leaning to the back of your neck, skimming her lips over it, till she arrived at your ear, caressing it softly with her nose, making your heart beat faster. „You like it a lot“ she noted „when you’re being called a good girl.“ she whispered her hot breath meeting your skin. You gasped, this time a bit louder. You’re skin on fire and overly sensitive. „So good“ she said her voice low, leaving a kiss behind you’re ear. You tilted your head to the side, you’re mouth practically hanging open as slow long breaths left your mouth. Addison took the hint and left three more kisses on your skin, almost making you moan, since the pleasure was something you hadn’t experienced in your whole live.

„Good to know.“ she chuckled, caressing the skin of your arm with the other hand. She finally decided it was enough, for now.

„Now eat your sandwich“she demanded.

Even just thinking about what happened made your body feel heat all over. But the fact the sandwich was an Pb&J made your heart flutter. She remembered.

But enough of that, you left your car in the parking lot, making your way to the hospital entrance.

Walking along the main hall of the hospital, you got slightly nervous. This wasn’t your first day ever but your first day in this hospital. And you couldn’t shake of the unsure feeling that settled down in your body. You hadn’t really worked for 4 month and this is a really long period of time. At least you had some time to study as you rested.

You opened the door, finding an empty locker room in front of you. You hummed happily, finding your locker to change into scrubs. It wasn’t unusual that no one was around this time of the day. The interns usually started their shifts early or late and with the end of the shifts it was the same. So the fact that it was middle of the day explained a lot.

In your scrubs and ready to go, you looked for the so called chief Webber. He wasn’t easy to find, the annoyed nurses would ether brush you off or point you to all kind of different floors.

Arrived at the OB part of the hospital, you find the certain doctor in pink scrubs talking to a male intern, handing him the charts.

The man took the charts but said something with a smug smile leaning forward, making the red head chuckle but shake her head. An unwell feeling spread in your chest, as you saw the scene before you, but you brushed it of immediately, thinking there was no need to be upset. She said something and brushed him of with a push of her hand. He turned around beginning to walk away as he suddenly catches you in his way, the same time Addison spotted you.

He pushed out his chest, making a straight line to you while he put on a charming smile. Your eyes still lingering on the women a few feet behind him as he began to speak. „Hey they’re. You’re staring at me aren’t you.“he decided taking a step forward. You were to perplexed to react to his bold sentences. You didn’t thought there were people just walking up to you, talking such none sense.

„So you’re a quite one, I get it but don’t worry I can make you scream in no time.“he prompts proudly, leaning forward about to touch your arm as a strict voice behind him made him freeze „Walk away syphilis“ Addison huffed annoyed. He groaned but turned around, not before winking your way.

There she was, standing a feet away in all her glory. You’re heart warmed as she laid her all to familiar eyes on you.

Still you greeted her in the respectful, appropriate manner your supposed too, since she’s practically your boss now, if not even mentor. „Doctor Montgomery“you greeted looking up to her as she crossed her arms, looking down at you with a amused glint in her eyes.

„Oh, now I’m Dr Montgomery?“ she more stated than asked. You let your eyes wander for a moment or two as you nodded. The pink scrubs really were adorable, suiting her hair perfectly. She was perfect.

„I can’t find the chief, do you probably know were I’m able to find him?“ you wanted to know, looking up at her hopeful. She seemed to think for a moment looking around, suddenly she stopped looking in a certain hallway. The moment you wanted to follow her eyes, she already looked away.

„What do I get? For telling you were he is.“she asked with a grin on her face, making you groan. You didn’t want to be late, a quick glance to the clock made you even more desperate.

„Anything, just tell me. I don’t wanna be late.“ you responded, mentioning to the clock, underlining how urgent this is. Your response clearly amused her, you could tell by the exited glint in her eyes.

„Anything?“she asked again, now clearly trying to annoy you. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore her teasing. „Please, Dr Montgomery.“ you begged, now visible desperate for the information. Addison found a liking in teasing you, it was thrilling. But she didn’t want to make you late or harm you in any way, so she finally gave in. „He’s just over there.“she pointed down a hallway, to a rather tall man, talking to some other doctors.

„I owe you one“you thanked her, already making your way to the chief.

You clearly didn’t think, when you promised the tall woman anything.

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Writing the last few sentences of your report, you reached for the cup next to you. Not even checking where it whiled you blindly searched it with your hand, accidentally spilling it over the freshly written sentences.

„fuck,fuck,fuck“you cursed silently, trying to save the neatly written page but it was to late, the ink already smudged over the whole page and the water soaked the paper. It was just one page and of course the back too but you sat a long while, drawing each word with care and slow lines. The whole work was approximate 15 pages, two of them written with hand the others on computer, like the Regulations told.

And of course the exact two pages had to be destroyed. You took a dry towel, drying the table and stacking the remaining pages on the side.

The last three weeks, since your first day were difficult to say at least. As the new intern no one trusted you, so you had to work really hard, not having a calm moment. The whole three weeks you were home two times, getting clothes and other supplies you needed. You practically moved into an one call room, not to mention the quick naps you took every other free minute.

You slumped down in the chair, holding your head in your arms, feeling your whole body ache from the exhaustion. The stress and lack of sleep finally got to you. But you couldn’t rest now, so you took a blank paper, starting again.

Finally done, you closed your eyes for a moment, stretching your body and already raised from the chair again. Taking the whole 15 sides, you made your way to the chiefs office.

As you closed the door to the office again after handing the reports over to the chief, you turned around, being stopped by your favourite red head.

„Dr.Montgomery, is there something I can do for you?“ you questioned her polite, your head still focused on working but you’re body sore and hurting all over. She smiled, but looked a bit worried as she placed a hand on your shoulder.

„Actually there is.”she let her hand run down your arm„follow me.”she demanded, turning around,positive you would follow her. She walked quick, her hips swaying, the heels clicking each time she took a step, as she walked proudly in front of you. Not even a few minutes were over as you already stood in an on call room. Addison in front of you closing the door gently, as you heard the lock click.

„How about you rest for a couple of hours.”she shared her idea, making you consider it for a second but you quickly denied, thinking about all the work you want to finish today.

„Thank you, but no. I still have a lot to do.”you told her, giving her a small smile, thanking her for the offer.

Addisons smile dropped, she wouldn’t let you leave before you at least lied down for an hour. She hadn’t had a chance to talk to you or see you really rest since the first day you started here. It was really worrying her, seeing you always on your feet, not even sitting but walking around for hours without brake. So she decided to talk you down until you would do what she said.

„I don’t know if you understood me correctly. This wasn’t a question or an offer.”she said, her voice low, her strict eyes piercing you right trough your body. „I want you to lie down.Now.”she took your hand leading you to bed „And don’t even try to talk back.”she made her point clear.

The quick change of her mood kinda scared you, not wanting to upset her further, you sat down on the bed, taking of your shoes.

Practically ready to lie down, one thing still bothered you. You were longing for her warmth, not just now but since the last time you were close. That was seven weeks ago and it felt like a withdrawal. Being busy the whole time, distracted you a lot, but with her standing in front of you, next to a bed, it was hopeless.

„Can you like… you know.”you tried to ask, your voice suddenly small under the observation of the tall woman, looking down to you.

Seeing that you finally gave in, she smiled in triumph. But the fact that you wanted her to hold you exited her a lot more. Of course she wouldn’t just give you what you want, not till you asked her clearly.

„You want something?”she teased, but decided the same moment to not tease you too long, since she would love to have you close.

„Yeah, can you lie down… with me?”the last part more hushed but she was still able to hear you clearly. And the question made her grin cheekily at you.

She took of her heals, smiling to her self as she saw how your whole face brightened, while you lay down scooting over to make her place.

She hadn’t even touched the mattresses as you slung your arms around her, making her laugh silently. Ending up with your head by her neck and one leg of yours hugging her legs.

You both laying in silence, as the clock on the wall got louder the longer you listened. But the small ticking was nothing compared to the loud beating of your heart, that possibly the woman next to caused.

„You feel good“you broke the silence, not knowing why you said that but it was true. She felt good, hell she made you feel good.

„I do?“she wanted to know, her voice not giving a clue about what mood she was in or what she thought.

You nodded, making her hum happily. The way you could feel it vibrate under you as she did hum, kinda comforted you but also made you want to be even closer. You wanted to feel her on your skin, you wanted to feel your skin on hers.

You didn’t even thought much about it as you leaned in kissing her neck softly. Shocked but still exited you waited for an reaction, the seconds getting longer and longer like gum.

But suddenly you witnessed her moving her head to the side, like an invitation to kiss her again. And you did once, twice, now feeling one hand of hers caressing your sides and the other on the back of your neck, holding you in place.

You now kissed purposely a way up her neck, along her ear, up to her chin and finally to her cheek, where you found the woman with closed eyes, breathing slowly.

Not feeling your lips on her she opened her eyes, seeing how you were laying on top of her, your arms on each side supporting your body weight.

You smiled, studying her closely with curiosity written all over your face. She smiled back her hand still gliding over your sides.

„Honey?“Addison called out, as she gave your sides a slight squeeze.

„Hmm“you responded, still caught by the beauty in front of you, well beneath you.

„Your supposed to get some sleep, not turn me on.“she stated, with a serious face, looking up at you. Feeling heat rise to your face, because of the thing she accused you with, you huffed embarrassed,turning away from her, you’re back now facing her as she laughed loudly.

It felt like a long moment she couldn’t get herself together, laughing as you sulked in your embarrassment. But somehow she stopped, now looking to the side were you sulked around.

Eventually she spooned you from behind, holding you close as she told you amused over and over how sorry she is.

„You’re so sweet but neck kisses do turn me on“she confessed, waiting for any kind of respond from your side but you just scoffed, making her grin. Now she had to tease you.

Leaning down to your neck, she did the exact same move you did, making you squirm in her arms. Having enough, she stuck out her tongue giving you a few kitten licks kissing each lick after as you’re breathing grew heavier. Small gasps leaving your body under the heavenly sensation you were under until she decided to bite your pulse point gently and a breathy moan slipped out of your lips. You felt her grin on your skin, as she soothed the bite with a longer kiss than usual.

„Someone’s getting exited.“ she whispered in your ear, before she lays back down, still spooning you.

Clearly this wasn’t going to go any further, because wtf.

>>What just happened<< you thought, your head full of images,trying to calm down. But still you decided to ignore this happened, trying to sleep.

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caramellohigh · 4 years ago

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bunnyhybrid!jeonghan x reader

genre: (eventual) smut, (a generous amount of?) angst, fluff, hybrid!au

warning/s: very suggestive material (semi? smut? huhu idk) & lots of tension 👀

word count: 2.3k

synopsis: Minghao impulsively adopts a hybrid for you and you hate him for it. But after getting to know your new hybrid, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You’ve gained a new friend, a companion and… perhaps more?

a/n: hello, my lovlies! Miracle Bunny is also back, yeeeeyyy *tiny hops of joy* i'll try to stay consistent and update weekly like i used to. i'm planning on releasing some new stuff so i kinda wanna finish this and NSAGB so i can focus on those > < anyhow, happy reading everyone!!! don't hesitate to send me some asks, would love to talk to y'all <333

(p.s: still a bit rusty so if this chapter sucks… i’m sorry!)

Chapter 5

Stunned, mind whirling in absolute confusion, you stand in the middle of your kitchen just dumbly staring at the wall opposite you. You were supposed to be cooking, ingredients all laid out and ready but you haven’t touched them, nor have you really moved from your spot before Jeonghan left to go to who knows where doing who knows what.

“Wow, looks like you’re cooking a fancy meal,” he had said, walking into the kitchen to grab his water bottle from the fridge. You threw him a beaming smile, “I found this recipe online and I thought you might like it. I’m making a vegan version!” He laughs in pure fondness at the way you excitedly bounce on the balls of your feet.

But your innocent smile faltered when he took a sip of water and suddenly said, “I’d rather have you for dinner though. I bet you taste just as good or maybe even better.” You blinked at him, the devious little smirk tugging at the corner of his lip making your mind go completely blank. “H-Huh?” was your dumb reply.

Jeonghan laughed, eyes wrinkling at the corners when he grins at you. “Kidding! See you later!” Then he pulled you by the waist and ever so delicately kissed the corner of your lips. You stiffened, eyes going wide, most especially when he just turned around and left as if nothing happened.

“He didn’t… That didn’t actually happen, right?” you laugh nervously, finally coming back to your senses, “I… I must be imagining things,” you try to convince yourself, finally moving from your spot. You try to continue what you were doing earlier but you can’t deny how very distracted you are. Dropping the knife before you accidentally cut yourself, you heave a deep sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Okay, fuck. Why am I being like this? Maybe… Maybe I need to get laid or something…”

As time passes, Jeonghan gets more suggestive and flirty with you. Something you always chose to brush off just because you don’t want it to get in your head. But whether you really are in dire need of a good lay or not, the hybrid really has been acting weird these days.

First, it had been his restlessness, always going out to jog or play sports and when he’s home he surprisingly works out like crazy. Practically, he just does anything to keep himself busy and active which you didn’t think much of at first.

Then you find him clingier than he normally is, always staying so close to you whether you were cooking, doing the laundry or even when you painted. He’s suddenly always craving for some type of physical affection from you and when you don’t give it to him, he gets upset.

What makes it even weirder is that there are moments when he doesn’t go near you at all, opting to lock himself in his room, only coming out when he needs to eat or go to the bathroom. It has been either or for this couple of days and you feel completely thrown out of the loop, never knowing what his temperament would be like tomorrow or the day after that.

“Yes, sir! I’ll have it ready before your restaurant opens. Don’t worry,” you smile even if your client can’t see and nod your head enthusiastically. You’re pacing back and forth, a paintbrush in one hand while the other holds your phone to your ear.

You’re in a worn button down, paint stains creating quite a unique pattern in the otherwise boring design and some loose lounge shorts. Your hair is tied up into a messy bun, exposing your neck and pretty collar bones. The fact that you’re very obviously not wearing a bra underneath is just the cherry on top of Jeonghan’s misery.

If he’s not trying so damn hard to get himself together, he would’ve been drooling by now. You look so fuckign beautiful and sexy, and hot but also very candid and adorable. He can’t, for the love of him, take his eyes off of you. It doesn’t at all help that the buttons of your shirt are done wrongly and he’s trying not to fix it or he might actually take it off of you instead.

He feels like a fucking pervert, just seeing your exposed skin and feeling hot all over, mind racing with impure thoughts. Your voice seems far away and muffled as he fights off his thoughts and urges. He builds his legos distractedly, brows in a permanent furrow, a small shake in his hands when he puts the pieces together.

He doesn’t notice that you’ve hung up and have gone back to painting. He doesn’t notice the time tick by and he doesn’t notice that he’s building the legos all wrong. What he does notice though, is your presence drawing closer to him. He swallows hard.

“God, my back hurts,” you sigh as you sit next to him on the couch. You lay your head on his shoulder, missing the way his body momentarily stiffens at the mere contact. Jeonghan squeezes the lego piece he’s holding. “Aw, poor baby,” he coos at you, “Why don’t you lie down, I’ll massage you.”

Fuck.

What is he doing?

But it’s as if he’s moving on autopilot, his brain no longer incharge of his actions when he pushes you down. His hands are itching to feel your warm skin and like the rest of him, they act on their own when they unbutton your shirt.

You up at him in panic, “J-Jeonghan?” He mentally punches himself when he hears your shaky voice calling his name. “Sorry… I just thought it’d feel better with this off.” He has no idea how saying that would make things any better but thankfully, you buy it. Blinking your nerves away, you slowly nod and undo a few more.

Jeonghan holds his breath, hungry eyes watching your hands as they expose even more of your skin. But he doesn’t get to look much longer when you flip over and lie on your stomach. Jeonghan swallows again. He tries to snap himself out of it, settling at the back of your thighs as his hands experimentally massage your bare shoulders.

You moan at the way his fingers press down on your aching muscles, not having a single clue how much it’s affecting him, how Jeonghan is literally sweating bullets trying to fight off his urges. He clamps down hard on his bottom lip, trying to contain his whimpers, his cock already hard.

You feel the warmth radiating off of him in waves and you worry if something’s wrong. Opening your eyes and turning your head, you’re about to ask him if he feels sick but you finally notice the muffled whimpering. You faintly hear him curse under his breath and then you feel it, his dick, hot and heavy on your ass.

Then... he slowly starts moving his hips, rubbing himself against you. You gasp before you can even stop yourself and he’s off of you in mere milliseconds. “S-Sorry, I forgot I have a game with the boys today. I’m gonna go shower.” And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you completely dumbfounded, wondering if you were imagining things again.

“Jeonghan!”

You’re not the most physically coordinated or sporty but the moment you see him shoving Mingyu into the ground, you’re suddenly a track and field athlete when you run over to them. “What the fuck is your problem?!” Mingyu yells, struggling against Jihoon and Seokmin. Jeonghan sees red and scoffs dramatically, “My problem? What’s my-- What the fuck is your problem, huh? You elbowed me!”

“It was an accident! I already--”

“No, fuck you!”

You and Seungkwan can barely hold Jeonghan back. He’s somehow hell bent on landing a punch on Mingyu’s face that both of your feet slip when he pushes forward. “Jeonghan, stop it! Calm d- ow!” you fall backwards when Jeonghan all but flings you and Seungkwan away, everyone freezing when they see you hit the concrete floor.

You wince in pain as you get up and when you flip your hands over, you see your palms are all scraped up. “Shit, I’m sorry…” Jeonghan immediately snaps out of his rage and rushes over to you, brows furrowing in concern. He very carefully takes your hands and brushes off the debris stuck on your wound in complete panic, “Fuck! I’m so sorry. I didn’t-- I wasn’t--”

“No, it’s okay. It’s fine,” you mumble out calmly, giving him a reassuring smile. Seungkwan is quick to let you sit on a bench. He grabs the first aid kit he keeps in his bag and he handles your little scrapes with a very gentle hand. The bunny hybrid just stands there, feeling incredibly guilty as he watches Seungkwan tend to your wounds.

His ears are permanently glued to his head and all the others look at you with the same concern too. You’re quite amused by it actually. How can they fret over something so small? You’re not even hurt that badly. “It’s just a scrape, guys. I’ll be fine,” you chuckle as you stand up and try to reach for Jeonghan’s arm. He catches your wrist before you could touch him, “I still hurt you…”

Oh, if you could, you would’ve already melted into a puddle. The way Jeonghan looks at you with his big glassy eyes, brimming with guilt and worry, makes you feel some type of way. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles past your lips. “It was only an accident. Now c’mon, make up with Mingyu.”

He opens his mouth to probably smart mouth you but he closes it and just sighs. He brings your hand up to his face and kisses the inside of your wrists, mumbling a defeated, “Okay…” He turns to the younger hybrid and immediately apologizes to which Mingyu accepts just as quickly.

His worried gaze shifts towards Jeonghan, “Are you okay, hyung? You’ve been a little off lately...” Jeonghan simply nods, smiling to make it even more believable but Mingyu, or any of his other friends, doesn’t buy it.

They look at him suspiciously, sharing a few glances, “You’re not in h--” He cuts him off with a firm shake of his head, flashing eyes holding a type of message that apparently only they can understand because you just stand there completely oblivious.

“Jeonghan, stop worrying! It’s not that bad, okay? It’ll heal in no time.” He still pouts despite your efforts and all you could do is sigh in resignation. He kept asking you if any other part of you was hurt on your way back home, he kept apologizing to you and basically did everything for you that required you to use your hands which, in that case, is everything.

His immense care and concern for you, even for something this minor is making you feel butterflies in your stomach, feel completely and so easily disarmed. Chuckling, you reach out to hug his head to your chest. He immediately fixes his position on the arm of the couch, settling you between his legs and circling his arms around your hips.

He looks up at you from that angle, chin resting on your sternum, his ridiculous pout still on his face. You smile softly and stroke his ears. “I honestly don’t know how else to assure you that I’m fine, Jeonghan.” He sighs quietly and closes his eyes. “I’m overreacting, aren’t I?” he mumbles and you giggle, scrunching your nose at him, “A little.” Finally, he cracks a smile, turning his head so he can hear your heartbeat.

“Maybe this is just me wanting your attention?” You laugh, “You have all of it, sir.” Humming in satisfaction, Jeonghan drums his fingers against your hip bones. “Maybe… more of your affection?” You laugh again, “You’re in my arms right now. What more is there?”

And suddenly, the air shifts. Jeonghan’s fingers stop moving. He unwraps his arms around you and grabs your hips instead, squeezing lightly as he looks up. Your smile gradually fades and you blink at how different his eyes are.

From your hips, his hands slowly smoothing down the side of your thighs, the intensity of his gaze keeping you still but pliable. Without a word, he urges you to straddle him and you obediently do so, your hands now on his shoulder to steady yourself.

With one hand holding onto your thigh and the other cupping the back of your neck, the beating inside your chest doubles. You're breathing a little harder, anticipating his next move. He tentatively leans in and you don’t know what came over you but you meet him halfway, pressing your lips against his own.

Jeonghan moans into the kiss, squeezing your thigh and pulling you even closer by the neck. He kisses you hard, fervently and desperately and you do the same, matching his pace perfectly as you snake your arms around his neck.

You both push into each other, wanting to feel so much more. His hands start trailing up and down your back, squeezing at your bum and cupping your breast. You whimper against his lips, running your fingers down his torso but before you can even attempt to go lower, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours.

He gently grabs your wrists, rubbing small circles on your skin as he whispers, “Your hands…” Breathing heavily from the fiery kiss, you almost scoff at him for what he just said. You couldn’t care less about your fucking hands. Not after what just happened.

“Jeonghan–”

“I’m going to go take a shower”

With his head down, he gently lifts you off of his lap and immediately makes a beeline towards the bathroom. Stunned, you stare at the empty hallway, fingers coming up to your lips. That was definitely real. Either that or your daydreams are starting to feel terrifyingly real.

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azertyrobaz · 3 years ago

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Dank Farrik Drabble #39

I know, it’s been forever. I have so many prompts to catch up on! Taking the opportunity of being on holidays to start the (very long) list, I promise I’ll soon be back to weekly updates. Here is Shade/Cheerful. Enjoy!

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His dad was going to be mad.

Din had been supposed to tag along as he checked how the grape picking at the vineyard was going. The little boy both loved and hated that time of year – loved it because the whole farm was buzzing with energy, excitement rising each morning and never dropping until the work was done late at night. But he hated it for the same reason – there was no longer any place to hide, no quiet spot to look at the sky and pretend the whole world belonged to him.

His father’s stress would also be palpable – had he chosen the right moment to harvest? Was the sugar level high enough in the grapes? Would the wine turn out good? Din’s mother was smart enough to linger in town and spend extra time at the library to study during those days. She’d always ask him if he wanted to come along, but the boy took after his father – he’d rather be outside, even if it meant running far and hard to escape the pounding heat and the loud voices of the farmhands as they toiled.

Din looked up from the shady spot he’d found under an old oak. He counted the ships in the sky – a cruiser, then two supply cargos. Merchants, traders. Aq Vetina was popular and well known for its rich soils and ripe fruits. He knew his father’s wine had travelled to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. Din hoped that one day he’d also board one of those ships, and travel just as far.

The boy sighed and raised his hand, small fingers tracing the journey of a fancy starfighter he wished he knew the name of. His skin was tan and dirty and he could already hear his mother’s remonstrances as she’d ineffectively try to wash the muck away in the bath this evening.

“My feral child,” she’d say, with fondness in her voice, as she tickled his sides.

Din closed his eyes and enjoyed the stillness in the air. The smell of the earth under the hot sun. His dad had said he could take part in the crushing this year. And he could already picture himself stomping the grapes with his bare feet. His clothes turning a deep, dark red. Taking part in the celebrations afterwards. And then one day, the farm would be his. And he’d be the one who’d get to decide when the harvest should start. The responsibility hung heavy on his shoulders already, and Din hoped he’d have travelled by then. Or gone to university like his mother. There was just so much to do. So much to discover. So much to learn.

A shadow fell on him suddenly and Din opened his eyes.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” his father admonished. Din stood up, sheepish. “Wherever I go, you go,” the man added as they started walking back to the vineyard, but his serious tone was offset by the small smile on his face, the one that made a dip appear in his right cheek, and Din felt his love wash over him like a warm embrace.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 4 years ago

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Going Back Home

Summary: Claire never thought she would be back in the town she grew up in. But after her fiancé broke off their engagement, leaving her 5 months pregnant and alone she found herself calling Frankie Morales in the middle of the night, one of her childhood friends who insisted that she booked the next flight out. Trying to fix her life with a little help from her friends she would find out soon that going back would be the best decision she ever made.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Claire Beck

wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: more or less unplanned pregnancy, break up, mentions of sexual encounters

A/N: I am a weak weak person so here it is, a chaptered fic. I will try to update this weekly, but no promises. Rating will go up later. I'm attempting slow burn. Let's see how slow lol Let me know what you think. Reblogs are, as always, appreciated 💙

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Even Though most of her happiest memories were connected with this town, the town she spent most of her life in, Claire never thought she actually would be back here. And certainly not pregnant and all by herself.

It wasn’t that she had been unhappy here. Claire just always wanted something… bigger. Something more. Something exciting. After her parents died and most of her friends moved away, there was nothing holding her back. Well, that wasn’t true. Frankie and Santiago were there. But only when they weren’t overseas or god knows where, which left her with her dream of being a journalist in a small town where she had no chance to ever make it.

She still remembered Santi’s face when she announced that it was her turn to leave just before they were about to be gone for months again. She had gotten a job in New York and thought for days about what to do until she took the job. That was eight years ago and they hadn’t seen each other in person since then.

Yet when she called Frankie three days ago in tears, it was like no time had passed. She wanted to call Santiago first, but she knew him. If she had told him what happened to her he would have gotten into his car and gotten to her, no matter if it took 3 straight days. No, she had called Frankie. He had listened to her for hours until he made her promise to book the next flight out.

When the fuck did her life become such a shit show?

Only a week ago, she had the dream job, was engaged and 5 months pregnant.

Claire was happy. Until her fiance came back from a work trip and suddenly announced that he wanted nothing to do with the child and moved out within days, leaving her on her own. Not even his phone number was working and she wasn’t gonna show up at his work. She wasn’t that desperate. She should have seen it coming. John never planned to have kids. But when Clarie found out that she was pregnant he had already asked her to marry him and maybe he was too proud to end the engagement back then. Thinking back maybe this was the reason he stayed. Because a part of him wanted to spend his life with her. They didn’t fight. He just moved out, told her that he would take care financially of her and the child, but that he didn’t want to be a father.

The first days she was just numb. Trying to wrap her mind around the fact that the man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with, left her while she was pregnant with a child they didn’t plan but that she loved without a doubt. That was what kept her going. Her little bean. Claire would do anything to protect her little girl.

The guys to this day called her bean. She found herself thinking more of them since John left. Even without seeing them in the last years, they still stayed in contact. Not a week went by where she didn’t receive a letter. They had a group chat that was only used when they were at home and the bachelor was on. Cause fuck did they all hate that show but they watched it anyways.

Claire was okay with the whole suddenly being on her own thing, until she felt her baby move for the first time and turned in her bed to wake her fiance, finding the side empty and cold. For one tiny moment, she had forgotten that she was alone in a city where she had only a couple of friends who were his friends rather than hers. She had always had a hard time finding friends. That probably wouldn’t change.

Sucking her bottom lip in, she rested one hand on her belly as she waited for her luggage to arrive. She slept almost through the entire flight. Claire had gotten rid of the last eight years of her life in the last 48 hours. She wanted to start fresh. She needed a fresh start. Even if she had no idea how to deal with all of this on her own.

A woman next to her helped her get her suitcases on the cart, noticing that Claire was on her own. Pushing the cart through security she saw Frankie as soon as the door opened and next to him Ben, Will and Santiago who all smiled at her, while she felt the first tears escaping her eyes.

She had met Ben and Will only a couple times, they were living an hour away, but they became part of the group immediately. Once upon a time her childhood best friend, Leah, was in that group too. Claire hadn’t thought of Leah in a long time. She had died in a car accident almost 12 years ago.

Arms pulled her in a warm embrace and even after years of not seeing each other for such a long time, she still noticed Frankie’s scent.

“We got you,” he whispered, kissing her hair. She sobbed once before she was pulled into Santi’s arms.

“Look at you,” he smiled before he looked down at her belly.

“And look at you?” he smiled and leaned down.

“Hello, this is your favorite Uncle speaking,” he winked, bending down to speak directly to her belly, making her chuckle.

“Oh please, we all know I’m gonna be the favorite, hey bean,” Will hugged her.

“Don’t listen to them baby girl, we know they're all gonna spoil you rotten,” she grinned, letting Ben kiss her cheek.

“So you’re staying?” Frankie asked and you nodded.

“I already called some realtors. I wanna get this over as quickly as possible. Already sold everything back in New York,” Claire said, looking at the two men who formed most of her teenage years.

“Okay. Let’s get you out of this airport first. You okay to stay with Frankie? He has the biggest house,” Santiago asked, pushing the cart as you slowly walked towards the exit with Ben’s arm around her shoulder.

“Uh… I don’t wanna impose. I could just take a room…”

“Fuck no. Stay at my place. It’s my Pa’s old ranch. I’m renovating it.”

“What? No way!” she said surprised but Frankie only nodded.

“Yeah after Liz and South America I needed something to keep me busy. Also needed more space for Elena,” he explained. A small smile sneaked to Claire’s face.

“I still can’t believe you’re a dad Frankie.”

“Can’t believe you gonna be a mom. Fuck we’re really adults now, huh?” he winked and Claire sighed.

“Certainly didn’t plan it that way. Or planned it at all,” she said sadly before she shook her head as if to get rid of the sad thoughts clouding her mind.

“I meant it, Claire. We got you. We are bored most times anyways.”

“Hey speak for yourself, Fish. I got a business,” Santi said.

“Yeah. Yeah. Me too. But after work you’re either drunk or after some pussy so?” Ben grinned, making her chuckle.

“So still no ladies in your life, boys?” Claire asked as they reached what definitely was Frankie’s truck. It had his company name on it. “Morales gardening”

“Nope. But now that you’re here we could finally….” Will started only for Claire to look away in disgust, making them all laugh.

“You ready to become a Daddy, Will?” she asked, her hands both on her belly.

“Uhm… of course?” he answered and she chuckled.

“That’s what I thought,” she patted his cheek.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted,” Frankie said and opened the door for her.

“We’ll see you tomorrow for the BBQ,” they all waved. She waved back, letting Frankie help her inside before he closed the door behind her and hopped into the driver’s seat.

“BBQ?” she asked.

“Can’t blame the folks from wanting to welcome you, bean,” he winked.

“What folks?”

“Ya know. Folks. You gonna see,” he looked at Claire. He felt better now that she was here. Frankie had missed her these last years, the couple of calls throughout hadn’t nearly been enough. And when she called two days ago in tears… He would have gotten the chopper and flown over but he couldn’t risk it. He had to be on good behaviour to be able to keep seeing his daughter.

“I missed you, Francisco,” she whispered.

“Missed you too, Bean.”

The sun was already setting when Frankie drove down a familiar path. Claire had spent countless days on this ranch when she was younger.

“How is your Dad doing?” she asked softly and Frankie sighed as he killed the engine in front of the house.

“I fucking hate that I can’t take care of him on my own, but he’s hanging in there.”

“I’d like to visit him if you’re okay with that,” she reached over squeezing his hand and he looked at her with a small smile.

“I bet he would love that.”

“And I’m sure he would have wanted it this way, Francisco. You know your dad. He wouldn’t have wanted you to drop everything for him. Don’t be too hard on yourself,” she said quietly.

“Damn I really missed you Bean,” he shook his head.

“Missed you too,” she let her head fall against his shoulder.

Claire didn’t really have eyes for the house, all she wanted was to go to sleep.

“I finished the guest room this morning for you,” Frankie said, setting one of her suitcases down as he opened the door.

“Please tell me you didn’t work overnight to finish this,” she sighed looking at him. He was rubbing the back of his head, pulling the cap he was always wearing down and avoiding her eyes.

Knowingly she shook her head, but couldn’t help the smile sneaking to her face.

“I won’t say it. But please don’t touch the walls, they might still be wet,” he said and she chuckled.

“Okay. Bathroom is over there. The shower isn’t working yet but you’re welcome to use mine. Will is coming over to take a look and make this one work. Other than that if you need anything just ask. Until you found a place this is your home.”

“You really didn’t have to do this, Frankie,” she said quietly, feeling overwhelmed by all of this. So many things had changed in such a short amount of time for her and she only now seemed to realize that she was indeed about to be a single mom.

“I wanted to. You’re… You don’t deserve to be treated like this. So let us help you, okay?” he said softly and she nodded but avoided his eyes.

“Okay. Go to sleep. My room is down the hallway if you need anything,” he stepped closer, kissing her forehead and for one tiny moment, she felt like the 15 year old teenager again who was crushing on Frankie Morales.

“Good night, Francisco,” she smiled.

“Good night, bean,” he whispered before he turned around and closed the door behind him.

Claire looked around, in awe of the room, the bed looking so inviting to her. Sighing she walked over to the window, knowing she would be able to see the whole property during the day. Crossing her arms in front of her she closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of nature that she had no idea she had missed living in the city for all these years. She felt a fluttering in her belly, her hand wandering down to feel a kick.

“We’ll be happy here, I promise,” she vowed, rubbing over her belly.

She didn’t want to disturb Frankie, even though she could hear the TV running so she just washed herself at the sink before she put her Pajamas on and sat down on the bed. She would unpack tomorrow. For now she had to sleep.

The sun wasn’t even up when Claire woke up. She turned in bed, propping herself up so she could look out the window and watch the sunrise. She had to make a plan. A plan that included finding a house, a doctor and help. Though help would be her smallest problem. She already looked at houses in the area and it didn’t look good. If she had more time she would buy the house just down this road, but there was no way the house would be ready before her due date. She would ask Santi for help. He had a lot of connections through his business. Though Frankie too. Claire knew that he had a little gardening company since he lost his pilot’s license. He never really talked about it, but then again, they didn’t talk that much. She knew that he had some problems with drugs in the past, but that he has been clean for almost two years and was doing better. She also knew that there was a lot more to this story then he had told her. Maybe they would have time to talk. To really talk. Groaning to herself, her quiet and peaceful morning was interrupted by her bladder. Time to start the day.

For a minute she wondered if she could risk sneaking into Frankie’s room to take a shower when she heard music playing. Grabbing her bathrobe and toiletries she opened the door and walked down. Now being really awake she had time to take in the house. It seemed like there still was a lot to do. The walls were still unpainted, the floors still old, though she could see he already started with the floor the closer she got to the kitchen.

Frankie was sitting at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in front of him as the radio quietly played in the background. He had a serious case of bed hair and she smiled to herself. He hadn’t noticed her yet and she found herself thinking back to all the times she had thought that maybe there was something more in between them than friendship. And maybe there was at one point a long time ago. But that was before he joined the military. She might be selfish for it, but she couldn’t be in a relationship where her partner was gone all the time. She needed someone to be there. Even Though there had been times in the past she had found herself asking if maybe she should have risked it.

Instead she had slept with Santiago.

Yeah, that was a big fuck up. Well it was also a pretty good fuck but it was just once and they definitely were better off as friends. She still didn’t know if Frankie knew. Not that she had to explain herself. Frankie always knew what effect he had on the women around him, and he sure as hell took advantage of it. And now she felt nothing more than love for him. As a friend, nothing more.

“Good Morning,” she said quietly and Frankie turned his head, yawning at her.

Chuckling she walked over taking in the kitchen, setting her toiletries down.

“You weren’t kidding when you say you were still renovating,” she sat down next to him. He got up from his seat walking over to fix her a mug of tea.

“Still hooked on Strawberry tea, I hope?” he asked and she nodded, surprised that he remembered.

“Yeah. Though the kitchen and living room are supposed to be finished by the end of next week. So sorry for the noise in the next couple days,” he walked over and set down the mug of tea in front of her.

“Hey it’s your house. I’m just thankful you let me stay.”

“Of course. Couldn’t let you stay in the dumpster motel in this town,” he winked. She took a sip of the tea and it was perfect.

“So what are you planning for today?” he asked.

“I probably should start looking into houses. I’m kind of on a timetable here,” she rested one hand on her belly and Frankie followed her movement.

“Yeah. I think Pope already called someone for some houses. It’s not looking good.”

“Yeah I thought so. Everything I found on the internet was in really bad shape,” she sighed.

“It’s gonna work out. And if you don’t find something, you’re welcome to stay. The place is big enough,” he shrugged and Claire laughed quietly.

“Yeah I bet you can’t wait to live with a hormonal pregnant woman and then with a newborn,” she joked.

“I lived with Pope. Nothing can be worse and…”

“And?” she asked.

“I already lived with a hormonal pregnant woman. It’s not that bad,” he shrugged with a small smile. She looked at him with a small smile on her face.

“You say that now. Wait till I’m craving your mug cake at 3am now that I’m living with you,” she joked. Frankie laughed.

“Wow I haven’t had one of those in at least 10 years.”

“Well then it’s about time.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, looking at Claire. She looked more relaxed today, like she had a good night’s sleep and he was thankful he put in an overnight to finish the guest room for her. She deserved to relax. When she told him that she not only was pregnant but dumped by her fiance Frankie was furious, yet at the same time he already decided that he would take care of her and help her with everything she needed. It was the least he could do.

Even though they grew apart in the last years, she still was one of his best friends.

“Okay. I’m gonna go take a shower. I got to drive out to check on a project. You gonna be okay here for a while?” Frankie asked. Claire nodded, grabbing her mug of tea.

“Just tell me when you’re going out so I can take a shower,” she said.

“Thank you, Frankie,” she whispered when she stopped next to him and softly kissed his cheek, before she walked down the hallway. Frankie looked after her with a soft smile before he got up to get ready to head out.

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All the Way Home ch7

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summary: Four years ago, All For One and Shigaraki were defeated, taking One For All with them. At twenty years old, Katsuki and a quirkless Izuku are heroes, boyfriends, and partners. Until one day, they’re hit by a quirk that suddenly makes them fathers too. Now, with a newborn baby, they have to figure out who did this to them, and why it means the downfall of superhuman society.

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Chapter Seven - Run, Run as Fast as You Can

The air whistled through Katsuki’s ears as he shot through it, right then left as he maneuvered around a building. Damn college campuses with their irregularly placed architecture. Naturally, it wouldn’t be a problem if Katsuki were on foot, but if he’d entered that way, he would have had to perform the whole rigmarole of passing through Musutafu University security. It was much easier to fly right past.

And he was on a tight schedule. Izuku had somehow tracked down their target, and she should be on her way to class right now. It was as good an opportunity as he’d gotten in ages.

The campus was homogenous—all young people, all with bags and walking on foot mostly on the sidewalks, a few cutting across the green. They were practically interchangeable. The one advantage he had was that he was causing a bit of a scene, and as he popped an explosion overhead, all eyes turned up to look at him. He just needed to find that face. He hadn’t gotten a great look at her when he’d first encountered her—rather, he’d been stuck with a face full of her ponytail—but he’d been studying the ID photo Izuku had unearthed like he would any other villain. Her face was behind his eyelids with every blink.

Chatter grew beneath him, faces covered by pointing fingers and then phones pointed up at him. Some people waved, and he heard a couple shouts of “How’s your baby?” and “We wanna see the baby!” Katsuki tuned it out, allowing his explosions to deafen him as he continued his mission.

And: target acquired.

Katsuki might have been on the bench the last two weeks, but he was sharp as ever. Quicker than Shouto, whose ice was crackling in the distance behind him. At least if security got mad at someone, it’d be him.

There were far too many people around for this takedown, just like that fight two weeks ago, where Katsuki couldn’t make full use of his quirk for all the stampeding lunch breakers. But he didn’t need to—she was already frozen to the spot before Shouto had even made it on the scene.

Katsuki dove for the manicured green, landing a meter, meter and a half, from her and the rest of the rubberneckers. Despite the askance look Katsuki had gotten of her last time, he imagined the look on her face now wasn’t so different as it had been in his brief chokehold. Eyes bugged, jaw dropped, terror-filled.

That was his first thought. His second thought was: she doesn’t look anything like Sugu.

Good.

Not that it had been a concern after going to the geneticist last week—not to say it had been a concern before either, but still. Good.

“We meet again,” Katsuki said, standing on the balls of his feet as he waited for her to bolt, make a run for it. It seemed that was the only move she had, but Katsuki stayed alert, aware of his periphery and the others around in case she had tricks.

She did move, but only slightly. Head cast down, she raised both hands up and forward, as though gifting Katsuki with something. Her cooperation.

“I’ll go,” she whispered, her voice tight as a fist as she spoke towards her shoes. “Please, I’ll do whatever you need.”

Katsuki looked down at her hands, how the wrists were bent toward each other like knock knees. Waiting for him to whip his quirkless cuffs out.

All the adrenaline that had been bubbling through Katsuki’s veins, animating him after two weeks on the reserves, fizzled right out. There was nothing satisfying about taking in a villain who gave herself up. Nothing rewarding about having to take in a person who was willing to do that.

Katsuki looked past her to the crowd that had formed around them, staring at him with occasional glances back to where Katsuki still heard Shouto’s ice thundering toward them. He stared them down.

“Scram!” he shouted. “Make better use of your time than this and get a proper education! None of you brainiacs here have any business getting lazy. Now haul ass!”

Katsuki itched to fire and explosion over his head or even wave a grenade at them to hammer home his point, but that’d just draw more curiosity, give them more excuse to ogle. So he glared and yelled a couple more times before they began to actually dissipate. Just in time for Shouto to arrive.

“Everything okay?” Shouto asked as he landed beside them, the chill of his ice bringing goosebumps to Katsuki’s skin. A flash of fire out Shouto’s right side to regulate his temperature, however, also evened out the air around him.

Katsuki looked toward her eyes, but they were downcast as he reached for his cuffs and snapped them on her wrists.

“Fine!” she insisted, her ebullient tone not quite disguising the trembling of her lower lip.

“You’re not under arrest,” Shouto said, handing a tissue to her. “We’re taking you in for questioning and from there we’ll see how we need to proceed.”

“O-okay,” the woman sniffled. She dabbed under her eyes where gray traces of mascara were smearing, leaving her under eyes more dark and bruised than the crying alone was managing. Shouto took the tissue back and pocketed it.

As he watched Shouto lead their mark toward the front of campus, Katsuki’s eyes lingered on her. The same sporty ponytail that had swung in his face on that day two weeks ago. He’d smelled the same cucumber shampoo as he trapped her on the ground as he had then.

He should have been mad. He’d kind of expected it. He’s usually at least a little mad.

He wasn’t.

This woman had thrown his life for a loop, changed all his plans, well and truly altered Izuku’s life, and honestly, deserved more roughing up than a humble surrender on the campus lawn.

But he wasn’t going to do that. Instead, he pulled out his phone and sent a simple text. Got her.

The response was almost immediate: Omg, Kacchan, sugoi!!

A moment later, Katsuki’s phone buzzed again, and he received a picture of Izuku wearing some lame shirt, stretched out from too many washes but ideal for getting baby spit up on. And Sugu in his lap, face nearly as pink as his visible gums as he screamed his head off, Izuku raising one of his marshmallow-sized fists in victory.

It was perfect. If Izuku were ugly crying too, he’d make it his background.

Katsuki pocketed his phone and followed behind Shouto and his little catalyst. Not angry at all.

Watanabe Michiko. The most nondescript name possible. No wonder she’d taken two weeks to track down.

“I’m not dangerous, I swear,” Watanabe sniffled, looking down at her cuffed wrists on the metal table. “My quirk only works once every nine months. I’m as good as quirkless right now.”

The word quirkless made Katsuki flinch. It was still a sensitive word after last week. And the last fifteen years. One he’d flung in hate and now he had to make amends with. It would take practice.

“I read that in her file,” Katsuki said to Shouto. They exchanged a look over Watanabe’s head, both shrugging lightly, before Katsuki reached over and unlocked the cuffs. Based on her fighting skills from two weeks ago, unless she was the second coming of All For One, she wouldn’t be able to put a scratch on either of them. And anything they could do to make her feel more comfortable, less under attack, might make her more willing to share what she knew.

Once Watanabe’s hands were free, she used them to wipe the tears that had been falling freely from her eyes since Katsuki had found her. As soon as one tear was smeared away, another fell, though at least she was through with the caterwauling they’d endured in the van. She seemed to be settled in some stage of resignation.

But she’d opened up the conversation on her own. Her quirk was a good place to start.

“So you were waiting for the cool-down period to be over to use your quirk?” Katsuki asked.

“No,” Watanabe said, shaking her head as she made eye contact with no one but her lap. “No, I never use it. I didn’t have to wait.”

“So what or who made you use it on Deku and Dynamight?” Shouto asked.

“I didn’t mean to!” Watanabe exclaimed, suddenly sitting up straighter, looking to Katsuki. “It wasn’t supposed to be you!”

Katsuki scowled. The idea of Izuku having a kid with someone else turned his stomach over once and then twice. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It was only meant to be hero Deku. But you touched me too soon!”

The details of her quirk had all been on the server once Katsuki had looked into the information that Izuku had gathered. Forty weeks between use, mimicking human gestation. Then she only needed five seconds of physical touch while the quirk was active to pop out a newborn baby on the ground. Levels of control were unknown, but that made sense if she never used the quirk.

“You mean you can create clones?”

“Genetic clones, yeah,” Watanabe admitted.

“Two Dekus,” Katsuki scoffed. “ They’d probably just yap to each other about quirks every day.”

The idea wasn’t entirely unappealing, though. Katsuki had barely seen Izuku since Sugu had put their schedules in stark reverse of each other. Maybe with a second Izuku, Katsuki would have time to do a little more than twist ankles with him under the blankets for a few hours each night.

“They’ll be raised differently from birth, so it’s not the same person. But genetically, yeah. Identical, since there’s no other gene set to pull from.”

If a genetic clone of Izuku had been the goal, that added credence to Endeavor’s theory, even if they knew now that Izuku no longer had One For All. A villain still wouldn’t, and a helpless clone of Izuku would be a laughably easy way to look for it.

But it also meant that Sugu now existed just because Katsuki was Izuku’s hero partner. Because he’d happened to step in to stop a perceived villain that day. He was the guy who’d been around. An accident. A coincidence.

Wasn’t that the case for Izuku too, though? In the story of nature versus nurture, any cloned version of Izuku would have been missing Inko, missing being raised on All Might videos, and missing Katsuki. And although Katsuki sometimes still hated himself to hell and back for it, for his despicable role in Izuku’s life, his Izuku had turned out amazing. He was the Izuku who had saved the world. The Deku who could do it.

“Watanabe,” Shouto stated, pulling the conversation back on course, “who compelled you to do this?”

“I—” Her gaze was pulled down again. “I’m not sure. I never met them.”

“How did they contact you, then?” Shouto asked.

“Email.”

“We’re going to have to see those,” Katsuki said, pushing aside his feelings. They already had the phone in their custody—all they needed was her passcode.

Watanabe shook her head. “I deleted it.” Katsuki groaned, turning to the wall and thumping a fist against it. “It looked like phishing! Your tuition will be covered if you use your quirk XYZ way. So untrustworthy! Of course I deleted it.”

“That’s natural,” Shouto agreed. “If you didn’t respond to the email, how did you come to carry out the request? And what were its details?”

“I’d forgotten about the email,” Watanabe explained. “It was a couple weeks later that a scholarship was credited to my account. Then another email was sent…that I also deleted.”

“Hell,” Katsuki groaned, rolling his eyes. “We’re gonna need your laptop. Those emails might still be around, or else something that we can use to track that source.”

“That’s fine, that’s fine,” Watanabe agreed, nodding meekly. Each nod was deep enough to pass for a bow and it had Katsuki all twisted around.

“If you never use your quirk,” he started, “and you’re so damn…repentant now, then why did you do it? Just money?”

It was at least a good hint that whoever had compelled both Watanabe and that horn-headed villain had money to throw around. That narrowed down the list, and narrowed it further if a villainous organization wasn’t involved.

“I guess…I guess I was willing to convince myself,” she started. “Convince myself that it could be a good thing. Hero Deku is a wonderful person—bringing another one of him into the world didn’t sound so bad. And I thought, if anyone can make sure that a baby ends up in a good home, it’s a hero. I didn’t expect…or, I talked myself out of expecting…”

The tears were coming again. Katsuki might have thought that she’d wrung herself dry, but he’d known Izuku long enough to know that some people didn’t get cried out. He and Shouto exchanged a glance, but neither spoke. Shouto handed Watanabe another tissue, and then stepped away stiffly.

“I didn’t think you’d burden yourselves by keeping him,” Watanabe continued. “That’s why I don’t use my quirk. I don’t want to accidentally make anyone parents who don’t want to be. But of course you’d keep him. I was such an idiot to think otherwise.”

A sob escaped her mouth and her hand flew up in a belated attempt to catch it. Katsuki looked to Shouto again. He shook his head. Having already performed his tissue act, it seemed he no longer had anything to offer. Katsuki sighed and reached a hand halfway across the table toward Watanabe.

“Hey,” he said quietly. He’d gotten a bit better at this speaking quietly thing in the past two weeks. “It’s okay. Deku and I are okay.”

“I never wanted to ruin your lives!” Watanabe cried, and Shouto handed her another tissue.

“Stop that,” Katsuki said. “You said you went through with this because you trusted us to do what was best. Well, not only have we been doing that, but you’re just going to have to trust me again now. Okay?”

A sniffle. “Okay.”

Watanabe blinked up at Katsuki. Her cheeks were streaked pink where the tears had rolled down, and some still clung to her chin and jaw. It was Katsuki’s impulse to reach for a bib that wasn’t there and dab them away, but she did it herself with the balled up tissues. Still, as he watched her cry, he saw Sugu. And there was something new in his gut, pulling him towards fixing it.

“You royally fucked up my life,” Katsuki stated. “Mine and Deku’s. I smell phantom smells of baby shit all day no matter how much I shower. The counters in my kitchen are constantly powdery with formula ‘cause the damn baby eats so much. And most importantly, Deku’s taken a hit to his career that he’s worked too hard for to deserve.”

A little sobbing yelp escaped Watanabe’s mouth, but she nodded as Katsuki even as her face crumpled. It was like she was standing firm for a verbal flogging she knew she deserved.

“But Deku’s not mad. And I’ve known since I saw you today—I’m not mad. I…I’m…”

Katsuki reached for the word. It wasn’t one he used often, one he had to fumble for, like a rarely used spice in the back of the cabinet. He tried a couple. He was…alright? Coping? Adapting?

“Happy,” he settled on.

It was raw, personal, or at least felt that way. Katsuki almost wanted to snatch the word back, put it up on its cabinet and shut the door, but it was already out. And Watanabe smiled.

“Oh,” she said, wiping her tears away. “Oh, that’s…Wow, I’m so glad!”

“Well, you shouldn’t be too glad—still got a mess to fix,” Katsuki said, turning his face to the table as his cheeks cooled. “So, you psycho-babbled yourself into thinking that nothing bad would happen to this baby. But surely your benefactor wanted this…Deku-clone.”

Watanabe bowed her head again. “I guess I didn’t really let myself think about that but…yeah, I mean…either that or disrupting Deku’s life.”

The traitorous thought popped into Katsuki’s head of why. Why go through the effort of disrupting Izuku’s life when he wasn’t even a top fifty hero? But Katsuki took that thought and stomped it down. Bullshit ratings aside, Deku was a renowned hero, so it was a fair enough point, even if any motive he could imagine seemed thin.

“Aside from that,” Katsuki continued. “What we know is that this guy has money to throw around and wanted a Deku clone out in the world. That’s absolute shit to go off of.”

“Wait,” Shouto broke in, looking at Watanabe. “You said you never use your quirk.”

“I don’t,” she confirmed.

“Do you talk about it?”

“No, not outside my family.”

“Then how,” Shouto said, taking a step closer, “did your benefactor know it?”

Watanabe blinked. “I have no idea.”

A clue. It wasn’t much, but it was a step forward.

Shouto looked at Katsuki. “I don’t have any more questions, do you?”

“Nope.”

“An intern will process you,” Shouto said, heading for the door. “And we’re still seizing your phone and laptop.”

Katsuki watched Shouto go, taking one, two, three slow steps behind him, not even halfway to the door before it shut. He lingered, his feet as stuck as his throat suddenly was.

“Do you…” Katsuki started, an extra rasp to his voice stealing the sound from his words. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Do you know if your quirk is…temporary?”

Katsuki heard the chair shifting behind him, as though Watanabe was shifting to look at him. Katsuki didn’t turn over his shoulder to check. “What do you mean?”

“Does Su—does the baby have any chance of disappearing? Or will he live a normal life?”

Watanabe’s voice was warm as she said, “He’s a normal baby, Dynamight. He’ll never disappear.”

“Oh. Okay. Fine,” Katsuki said. He made it only one more step before he halted again. “You should think about using your quirk more. Professionally. You’d make a lot of people really…happy.”

And then he made his way toward the door. His feet were unstuck and suddenly taking large strides, out of the room and down the hallway. He was nearly running by the time he made it to his desk.

“In a rush?” one of the interns—one who wasn’t properly afraid of him, it seemed—asked as Katsuki threw together his stuff.

Katsuki tamped down the grin that was threatening to rise, training it down into his usual scowl. Still, his words floated out, easy and feathery-light:

“I’m going home.”

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh.”

Izuku put a hand to his mouth as he sloppily yawned, spittling a little on his palm. He wiped it on his shirt. It was already patchworked with at least a couple different bodily fluids—both his and Sugu’s. What was one more?

“We are restless today, aren’t we, buddy?”

Izuku’s eyelids lay heavy over his eyes as he smiled at Sugu sprawled out on his lap. He probably looked a little drunk or high—he was neither—but luckily Sugu wasn’t one to judge. As it was, Sugu’s arms were waving, almost like he was swimming, limbs and face working wildly with occasional squawking cries coming up. Despite being inconstant, they were full throated, almost like he was trying to release something from deep within him, but he’d already spit up on Izuku once this feeding, so that probably wasn’t it.

He’d been awake for longer than usual, and Izuku had been too. Well, not exactly—Izuku had been on his limited sleep schedule for long enough that he’d just about lost count, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t beat. And sitting on his bed as he was, leaning over the bassinet, it took all his years of self-control and self-discipline not to just fall backwards and go to sleep sidelong across the bed.

“Wanna play peek-a-boo?” Izuku offered with a sigh. Babies didn’t develop object permanence until around month eight, so hopefully Izuku could drink this well dry in the meantime.

With a smile almost like the one he pasted on as Hero Deku, he looked Sugu in the eye before covering his face with his hands, shutting his eyes for good measure. “Where’d I go?” he asked with a gasp. Then he popped his hands open like casement windows. “Here I am!”

There was no whimpering for a moment, and Izuku figured he was on to something. “Where’d I go?” he asked again, hiding his face. Then, with a giggle, he quickly shifted his hands to his hips, thrust out his chest, and said, “I am here!”

Another moment of peace, and then Sugu’s face crumpled, letting out another little yowl.

“What, no!” Izuku cried, leaning closer over the bassinet. “It’s All Might! No crying for All Might!”

A single tear traced down Sugu’s rounded cheek and Izuku dabbed it with his bib. They say that having kids is your parents’ revenge—if that was the case, then Izuku had many, many more crying fits to look forward to.

“Okay, let’s try a different approach.”

Despite only being spring, the apartment was already quite balmy during the day and Katsuki didn’t want to turn on the air conditioning yet. So Izuku was in a set of exercise shorts and Sugu was only wrapped in a thin shirt and pants, not yet swaddled because he’d been fighting Izuku too much on it this time.

“Gimme those toes,” Izuku said, grabbing a big one between his thumb and forefinger. Each toe was so tiny, practically the size of a mung bean. It made Izuku hesitate to hold anything more than the loosest grip. “This little piggy went to market,” he said, wiggling the first one before moving onto the second. “This little piggy stayed home.”

Sugu was gazing down at his toes curiously, giving himself two or three extra chins atop that short little neck. No closer to sleep, but at least he was quiet.

“This little piggy had roast beef,” Izuku continued, now on the middle toe, “this little piggy had none. And this little piggy—”

Izuku inhaled sharply. As he wiggled Sugu’s pinky toe, he could feel the bend at the joint. The same bend that Izuku had in both his pinky toes. The ones that had rendered him evolutionarily archaic. No different from the humans before the time of quirks. Quirkless.

He sniffled, still wiggling the toe. Begging it to go straight. Begging it to be like one of the many other baby bones that fused and toughened as they aged. But Izuku knew. It had been confirmed just last week.

“…And this little piggy,” Izuku restated, blinking his eyes a couple times, “this little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home.”

When Izuku was through, Sugu let out another little wail and Izuku couldn’t help but follow. He covered the sob coming out of his mouth, but as his eyes squeezed tight, the tears fell straight from his lashes onto Sugu’s tiny feet, dripping down to dampen the thin, little mattress. “Oh, baby boy,” Izuku cried as the wailing grew more intense on both their sides. Izuku stretched both arms to pick Sugu up and cradled him to his chest.

He bounced on the edge of the bed, his regular rhythm broken up by the irregular judders of his breathing. How was he supposed to comfort Sugu like this? It had been a week since he’d gotten the news and he was still this much of an emotional wreck. That wouldn’t do Sugu any good. It was no better than his own mother’s reaction—in fact, it was worse. The only difference was that Sugu wasn’t old enough to know it.

Izuku inhaled deeply through his nose, a calming breath, and tried to use it to steady his breathing, not to mention keep himself from dribbling snot on his son’s head. When he did, though, he got a whiff of the sweetest scent. It was soft and subtle, with the roundness of a generically clean-scented soap, but there was something else underneath. Something a little powdery and almost milky. Something homey and pure.

It was Sugu’s head. Izuku wiped his nose against his sleeve—yet another bodily fluid for the shirt—and pressed his nose right to the side of Sugu’s head and breathed in.

It was amazing.

Izuku’s chest was full with it, and his lungs had stopped stuttering. He breathed deep breath after deep breath and sunk as his body relaxed again. His exhaustion, sitting heavier now after the crying fit, threatened to take him lower, but Izuku stayed upright. He hardly noticed that Sugu had quieted too. Grown very quiet, actually. Izuku pulled himself from the roots of Sugu’s hair and glanced down. Eyes closed. Chest rising and falling evenly. Asleep.

Izuku sighed. “Good baby, Sugu,” he whispered, returning to Sugu’s hair for another sniff. “Good baby.”

Katsuki was buzzing as he turned the key to the apartment.

Izuku’s name caught behind Katsuki’s teeth as he restrained from yelling out once he was in the apartment. Sugu could be asleep—Izuku could be asleep—and Katsuki didn’t want to wake either of them. He kept the lights off and made do with the early evening light casting blue and gray through the windows.

He was still in uniform. Grubby from having blown across that campus with his quirk and then running out of the office without stopping by the locker room. But it was good to be home.

Katsuki undid his boots and began on some of his costume’s accessories as he walked past the kitchen, searching for signs of life. He’d already taken off his mask, gauntlets, and grenades before entering the interrogation room, but he still had his arm cuffs and knee guards and such. They peeled off and accumulated in Katsuki’s hand as he glanced around the living room—still lifeless. A couple steps into the bedroom was all it took to see that it was empty too.

So unless father and son were playing a round of the quiet game in the bathroom, it seemed they were out.

Katsuki deflated. An empty apartment did nothing for Katsuki but bring him backward a year in time, to when he and Izuku had both lived alone, in tiny starter 1R apartments. When they’d moved into this place, they’d had nothing to fill it with but kitchenware—mostly Katsuki’s—and two beds. Katsuki had allowed Izuku to keep his only because it had been the bigger one. Now it seemed oversized in their bedroom as the slight bit of spare space they’d had was now occupied by a bassinet. But it was surprisingly cozy.

In only two weeks, Katsuki had gotten used to someone being home when he arrived. Perhaps it had been so easy to adjust because he liked it.

He pulled out his phone, typing out a text that said, If you don’t tell me where you are I’ll assume you were abducted and follow procedure. And they did have a procedure in place.

The phone wasn’t even back in Katsuki’s pocket before he heard the buzz of a phone meeting a solid surface. Katsuki glanced at the dresser, the nightstand before walking back to the living room to see Izuku’s phone on the coffee table.

Well. Either Izuku was definitely kidnapped, or he was still on the premises.

Katsuki retraced his steps, returning to the genkan and shoving his keys back in his pockets, skipping past his boots and toeing on his loafers. The stirrup fabric of his leggings rolled under the arch of his foot, but he ignored it as he stepped back into the hallway and returned to the elevator. Only instead of returning to the lobby, he pressed the up arrow.

When Katsuki reached the door to the roof and heard the steady hum of machinery, he crossed off kidnapping as an option.

It was already darker out than when he’d come in, the sun always in a rush once it began tipping over the side of the horizon. But the roof had lights inset along the brick wall, brightening the mat that Izuku always rolled out for training. And at the edge of it, was Sugu’s reclined stroller, being pushed back and forth by a dang robot.

“That son of a bitch,” Katsuki murmured through a smile, reaching into the stroller and grabbing Sugu.

He wasn’t asleep, but he was passive, gurgling happily as his attention turned to Katsuki.

“Hey, little guy,” Katsuki said, stepping away from the contraption that was obviously Mei’s. “I’m home.”

Sugu’s little fists opened and shut as his hands circled randomly around. If Katsuki didn’t know any better, he’d construe them as waves. Little nonverbal welcome homes.

“Thanks, dude,” Katsuki said, poking his finger at those grasping hands, seeing if they could catch hold. “You helping Daddy train?”

He got little bubbles of spit as a response as Katsuki turned his eyes upward, in search of Izuku.

There were twin orange lights floating in the sky, not particularly high above the roof of the building, probably within range for Izuku to hear Sugu cry, at least if he was really going. Even though Mei’s technology opened up the whole world of quirk mimicry for Izuku, he really kept to One For All’s quirks. This jetpack-like device wasn’t a precise substitute for Float, but it stayed in that wheelhouse. Even if, mechanically, it was more similar to how Katsuki used his own quirk to go airborne.

“Daddy’s gotta stay sharp,” Katsuki said. “You’re his ward, after all.”

Izuku’s patterns in the air were irregular, bobbing this way and that, executing sharp turns with quick bursts that kept up his momentum. Katsuki couldn’t help but see his own technique in there, but where that had once irritated him back at U.A., he didn’t mind so much now. He quite enjoyed being the one Izuku watched.

This was the work of a good hero. Despite being benched—not to mention caring for a newborn—Izuku was as sharp as ever. As Watanabe suggested, maybe there was someone out there, looking at what a threat Izuku still was, wanting to take him down. Rankings be damned.

But more than Hero Deku, it was Izuku who was wonderful. And a baby that was all him would have been the most perfect baby. Katsuki looked back down at Sugu, taking in those big eyes, the color less starkly red as the sky grew dark. He eyed the hair, darker like Izuku’s now, if perhaps a little blue tinted as the horizon took on that cast. He turned to the mouth, popping open and closed like a fish, like he couldn’t wait to start talking and talking and talking just like Izuku. And Katsuki was surer than ever that it was Sugu that the villain had wanted. The question was, did they still want him, now that he was half Katsuki’s, or was it Izuku alone that they’d needed?

It was a problem for tomorrow. He’d be back on patrol, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have some research time too.

Katsuki bounced Sugu as he walked over to Izuku’s shed. Now that Shouto was his sparring partner instead of Izuku, Katsuki was behind in seeing Mei’s outrageous creations.

“What the fuck.”

Right in front, and blocking the whole door was what looked to be a pregnant robot. Potentially the one that was to give birth and begin the robot uprising, if Mei was behind it. Katsuki’s impulse was to take it and throw it off the roof of the building to smash to smithereens below, hopefully not on a passing pedestrian.

“Don’t worry—that’s not for practical use!”

Katsuki didn’t bother turning around, instead keeping an eye on the enemy. “So it’s for impractical use.”

“No,” Izuku said, wrapping a sweaty arm around Katsuki’s waist. “Well, it is for practical use—it’s a combat suit that Mei promised was safe for wear while holding a baby—but I’m never ever ever going to use it.”

“You look ridiculous enough as is?”

Katsuki finally turned to Izuku and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. It was short and sweet, lasting only a moment or two. No tongue, no intensity, but Katsuki nevertheless wanted to linger in it. Their time together had been so intermittent the past two weeks that even the sweat across Izuku’s upper lip, the lean of their bodies on the side where Katsuki wasn’t holding the baby felt incredibly intimate. Precious.

“Welcome home,” Izuku murmured as they separated, his breath slightly sour, like he hadn’t had nearly enough water during his training.

“Home adjacent,” Katsuki corrected. “You done training?”

“Yeah,” Izuku breathed, still a little winded. He went to run a hand through his hair, but it got stuck by the sweatband pushing his hair back. “Probably should be.”

“Good. You put away your robot army and bring the stroller when you come down.”

Izuku chuckled. “Hai.”

The whirring of the contraption moving the stroller was off before Katsuki left the roof, holding Sugu close as he made it back downstairs. Katsuki held Sugu’s head up, fingers rubbing lightly through the thin hair at the nape of his neck. It was softer than Izuku’s even after a wash with a proper conditioner. Nothing like the way Izuku’s hair had felt when he’d first cut it short on the sides—thick and dull and almost straight. But it was probably what Izuku’s hair had been like when he was this age, in the slight stretch of time before he and Katsuki had known each other.

Sugu really was the spitting image of Izuku. It didn’t take a whole lot of imagination for Katsuki to imagine Sugu as a proper copy of Izuku, as intended. Who would have thought that Katsuki was the accident, not Sugu?

When looking at Izuku, Katsuki, like everyone else, was lost in shades of green. It was reliable, a comfort. But Sugu had green and red. Compliments. It’s what Izuku and Katsuki had been providing each other the whole time—serving them well once they’d come to accept it. Win to save, save to win.

“You’ll do just fine, kid,” Katsuki said as he twisted the key to the apartment again, slipping off his loafers and making for the kitchen.

The last of the bentos were in the fridge, thawing from the freezer. There were some satay skewers in one that he’d probably throw in the pan to breathe a little life back into them, maybe with some quick roasted vegetables. All he needed was rice and it was a full meal.

With Sugu on his hip, he popped open the rice cooker and spilled a portion of an open bag of fragrant brown basmati. Different flavor, but a little extra protein. Then he filled a cup at the sink and poured it over the rice up to his first knuckle. From there it was a waiting game until starchy bubbles began to pop out of the vent, making the apartment warm with grassy, perfumed smells.

“Wow, is he asleep?”

Katsuki hadn’t heard Izuku creep up behind him, but he must have been trying not to wake the baby. He looked down and saw Sugu’s dark lashes folded down by his cheeks, his lips pressed into a tiny pout that made his cheeks look even rounder.

“He finds cooking soothing,” Katsuki explained.

“Must be genetic.”

“He’s learning from the best.”

“Mm,” Izuku hummed, leaning in towards Katsuki’s cheek. “Or maybe he likes the little sweet smell on you after you’ve been using your quirk.”

“Fat chance.”

The smell stuck to him currently was ninety percent regular sweaty body odor. Salt and musk and pungency. Under that was the even sharper smell of smoke that got caught in his clothes and hair. And then, on his hands, maybe up his wrists and forearms, was the slightest undercurrent of sweetness. Most of it melted away as soon as he washed his hands.

“I don’t know,” Izuku said, nosing behind Katsuki’s ear. “I think Kacchan smells good.”

“You’ve just been smelling dirty diapers all day,” Katsuki retorted, heat rising under his collar. “I’m short a shower and smell like work.”

Izuku exhaled and the breath tickled the short hair against his ear.

“Or maybe I just miss you.”

Katsuki turned his head and met Izuku’s eyes. They were dark, like they hadn’t yet adjusted from outside’s dimming light. Izuku was still sweaty, hands warm from the heart-pumping workout where they rested in Katsuki’s arms. He did smell good.

“Me too. So fucking much.”

The last word wasn’t even out before Katsuki was leaning toward Izuku’s mouth, and then catching it in his. The taste was sour—Izuku still hadn’t had any water. His lips were dry and his cheeks were still warming after having been blown cold blasting around in the air for however long. God, it had been too long since he’d tasted Izuku like this. When had been the last kiss that wasn’t chaste?

He threaded a hand through Izuku’s hair. It was getting long—-looked a damn mess in fact. He thumbed away the sweaty headband and dropped it on the ground so that Izuku’s longest strands of limp hair nearly brushed his red-tipped ears. There was something sexy about this Izuku, still fit and powerful, but letting himself go to the point of looking silly in new parenthood. And yet perhaps a little more masculine, a little older with the sleep-weary eyes and the scruff he hadn’t managed to shave off his chin. Katsuki nipped at his lower lip, feeling Izuuku’s chin chafe against his.

Izuku grabbed at Katsuki behind the waist, pressing the two of them closer together, bumping Katsuki’s knuckles against Izuku’s stomach as Sugu was squeezed between them. They paused, breaths intertwining as Katsuki waited to hear a whimper or a whine of any sort. But there was none.

“Listen, Deku,” Katsuki panted, not yet moving back from Izuku’s mouth. “The kid’s asleep, and the rice has another thirty minutes. Whaddya say—”

“It’s been weeks, Kacchan,” Izuku cut him off, kissing him again, firmly. “Let’s go.”

#anjum writes #bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #bkdkbk #bakudekubaku #dkbkdk #dekubakudeku #katsudeku #ktdk

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quirklessidiot · 5 years ago

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Title: voicemail [one-shot] Pairing: gn!reader x kuroo tetsuro (age up characters) Genre: angst with a fluffy ending

Synopsis: You say good morning, when it's midnight Going out of my head, alone in this bed I wake up to your sunset and it's driving me mad I miss you so bad. [this request kuroo + angst + ldr]

Warnings: some bad language but other than that none Notes: heavily inspired by simple plan’s jet lag ngh, hope you enjoy it anon. i def had fun writing this. Kuroo was my first love in haikyuu HAHHSHSS T-T

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“Hey this is kuroo tetsurou, i’m currently busy right now, just leave a message after the beep.”

“Hey it’s me…” you paused, “How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Uh- Kenma visited me yesterday, he told me that you secured a new deal. I-I just wanted to congratulate you...and-well, i miss you. Call me when you’re not busy, alright? I-I love you.”

The apartment turns silent after you end the call, your head throbbing at the thought of your third unanswered voicemail. Were you being overbearing? Would he find you annoying? You shut your eyes tight, all this overthinking at this time of the day.

Maybe it would’ve been better to just pass the message on to Kenma.

You let out a loud groan as you dropped yourself on the bed.

Man, when people told you that long distance relationships would be hard, you laughed it off, saying that you and tetsu wouldn’t feel that way. You were both open and too much in love, trivial things like time zones and miles away wouldn’t break you two apart.

Yet right now, you weren’t so confident to say that out loud. It was easier at first, following a scheduled facetime at least twice a week at most and a short call when you both had time everyday. As months pass though, the little schedule you promised to keep up was dwindling.

When he called, you were busy or you were dead tired from work. When you called, he was either asleep too or busy scouting some people on volleyball leagues. The face times would just turn to very short conversations or a curt message.

Now this happened, its been a week since you haven’t heard from him and it was Kenma who had told you about his little victory at work.

What happened to weekly updates?

Were you just overthinking?

You furrowed your brows together as you turned to the abandoned cellular phone next to you, maybe this was nothing. Maybe he was just tired or maybe he was worried he’d disturb your sleeping time (he feels awfully bad when he does that), maybe he just told Kenma to tell you since he wasn’t good at figuring out the timezone things (after all, Kenma barely slept so he’d definitely be a good messenger)

Yeah, maybe that was the case.

Things returned to normal after that one week of no replies and it bothered you even more, why couldn’t he apologize? Did he not see the voicemails you sent? Did he not notice the nervousness in your tone when you sent that last message?

You feel your stomach clench as if you’re on a high up roller coaster about to go down.

God, why were you even overthinking? You sound like one of those girls that Kuroo and you would make fun of back then in high school.

A small ding resonates in the quiet apartment and you see a text from the man himself,

From: Tetsu Time: 09:00 pm Can’t facetime tonight :( Work has me by the neck.

To: Tetsu Time: 09:01 It’s fine :D Take care of yourself and just text me when you’re done. I love you.

You shut your phone off and ran your hands through your dry hair, moments later, you realize he doesn’t reply and the feeling of uneasiness does not waver.

It just worsens.

“Y/N, you alright there?” Kenma asks, it’s sunny today and you manage to drag Kenma out of his not-so little hideout. The man needed some sun, he was getting extra pale these days but these days, it seemed like it was actually you that needed this break.

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the low voice of your friend, “Yeah,” You laugh, scratching your neck, “Just peachy.”

Kenma Kozume was many things, observant is one of them. It was easy to notice how distressed you looked yet he didn’t know exactly why. Was it work? Did you and Kuroo fought? Weird, his friend hadn’t said anything and he seemed pretty happy when he called to check up on him this morning at three am.

“Is something going on at work, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you try to mask your overthinking by something else, knowing Kenma he’d voice out your worries to Kuroo and right now that was the least thing you wanted, “Something at work.”

“Don’t overthink about it Y/N. I’m sure you’re doing a great job.”

‘Yeah.’ you thought bitterly, ‘Don’t overthink about it.’

The low sound of your laptop ringing resonates throughout the room as you do your own nails, you immediately shoot-up to see Kuroo’s name on the screen, you dive on the front of your laptop and click answer, his face immediately occupying the screen, “Kitten!” he exclaims.

Your worries are gone as soon as you hear that voice, yes, this was fine. He was alright. You were both alright.

“H-hey, baby.” You try to control your voice.

“You alright there?” his brows furrowed, “Am I disturbing your sleep again-”

“No!” You suddenly cry out, “N-No, it’s just...I haven’t seen you in so long, I guess.”

Kuroo’s gaze immediately softens, “Oh, Y/N...Baby, I’m so sorry…”

God, you wanted to touch him so bad. You want to lay next to him and wake up to his face like before, you wanted to be selfish right now and just cry and beg him to come home.

“No, It’s fine.” You suck it up, “It’s probably just the late night dramas I’ve been watching that’s got me missing you.”

His deep chuckle resonates in your quiet room and you start to feel alright until you hear someone call his name, “Oh shit.” He cursed, “I have to get back, Baby. Boss wants me, again.”

Your expression shifts to an uncharacteristic frown, “Right, bye. I-I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The screen turns black once again and the bile on your throat begins to rise, the feeling of dread turning worse.

Who were you kidding, long distance relationships were shit.

You were feeling like shit.

You stare at the fish fillet in front of you, it's midday and your day off from work. If it were your usual day, you’d facetime your boyfriend while doing some paperwork but after that brief videocall. You became more withdrawn, your texts would become curt and you didn’t bother leaving messages on his voicemail anymore.

You didn’t have facetimes anymore too.

Yet you keep your phone next to you, hoping he’d still call and when he does, your can’t help it but your replies are starting to get dry. Sometimes forced even yet Kuroo doesn’t notice, he never does.

So when he finally calls again that time at lunch and is once again cut off by his workmates, you finally snap, “...Why are we still doing this?” your voice was rough and dry.

Kuroo is silent on the other line, the only thing that could be heard was his office mate calling him.

“Kitten, what do you mean? Are you okay?”

“Forget it.Just go.”

“Y/N?” His tone was serious now, all playfulness void, “I thought we were doing fine-”

“Thought.” You shakily cut him off, “You thought.”

“Y/N, you seriously - look- I don’t have time for this.”

That was the final straw, your tipping point. Those words were your Achilles heel.

“Then we should just break up, right?”

The only thing that could be heard was the silence on his side and your fast heartbeat. Guess you got your answer and as much as you hated it, you could only handle so much.

“Hey this is Y/N, I’m out now and kinda busy so just leave a message after a beep, yeah?”

“It’s me.” Kuroo’s voice echoes through the walls, “Y/N baby, please pick up the phone. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it that way. I was an ass. I should’ve kept our promise. Please call me when you get this”

A loud beep echoes throughout the room after his message is cut.

“It’s me again. I miss you and I’m sorry. I really am, I miss you so bad. Can we facetime? Same time as usual, I promise I won’t let work get in the way again. Please call me back when you receive this.”

A loud beep once again echoes through the quiet walls of your room.

“Y-Y/N.” Kuroo stammers, “sweetheart, I-I asked Kenma to check on you. He brought a meal and well I know its a far fix from what I did but just eat well, yeah? He says you haven’t been looking well and I worry. I love you always, y-you know that right?”

Before the next message could play, you grab your phone and shut it off. A soft sigh escaping your lips. It had been two weeks since that breakup. You wouldn’t say you were doing well yet you wouldn’t say that the burden was lifted either.

You were just so confused at the moment, so withdrawn. The world seemingly void of color without your lover truly next to you anymore.

You slowly snuggle on his side of the bed, shutting your eyes. You might as well start moving your things when you wake up tomorrow, no sense in staying at your shared apartment.

You’re awoken by a familiar warmth caressing your hair. You flutter your eyes open, trying to adjust your vision to the room's dim light, the familiar figure of the man you missed and dearly loved sitting across you in a suit. His bags are thick as if he hadn’t slept in a while and his hair’s unkempt more than usual.

“I’m sorry.” the first thing he says.It's soft and warm like his touches, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Y-You..” It slowly dawns upon you that this isn’t a dream, that he’s right here, “You’re here.”

“Sorry it took so long, Y/N.” He apologies once again, dipping his head down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. You sit up and suddenly all the tears burst out as you throw yourself to him in a hug, “I was too busy getting my work done so I could be assigned in this division earlier I hadn’t-”

“You’re home.” You cry, cutting off his explanation, it didn’t matter anymore. He was home and he was going to stay, “You’re finally home.”

“Yeah.” He whispers, “I’m here. I’m home.”

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depressedacadamia · 4 years ago

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How do you passive aggressively say Fuck you in flower?

Summary:Nico walks into a flower shop asking for a hateful bouquet. Will cannot help but wonder who on Earth it’s for.

A/N: Oh my gosh, another on time weekly update??? WHaaaat? I have exams coming up so I'm procrastinating by writing instead of revising. I plan on making a part 2 so watch out for that! Besides that, comment, follow and enjoyyy <3 from mee!

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“How do you passive aggressively say fuck you in flower?”

Will did not expect that to be the first request he had when he started his morning shift in the local florists that he worked in on Saturdays to help earn some more cash on the side. Med school was expensive and half his friends already thought he was crazy to work while studying Medicine but he had assured them that he could do it.

This customer was both proving his point and not.

Afterall, he wasn’t a professional florist or anything, he just knew the basics- figuring out how to say fuck you in flower sounded like something out of his range and he figured it would take a while.

“Uh, excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?” Will asked, rubbing the back of head, slightly unsure.

The boy in front of him simply sighed. “ I said, how do I passive aggressively say Fuck you in flower?”`

Will couldn’t tell if his jaw had actually dropped or if he was just remembering the moment incorrectly. Looking back, he really hoped he hadn’t dropped his jaw.

“That, uh well- you see, I’m not really a professional, I just work here on the weekends and the actual florist doesn't come in on Saturdays- but she’ll be here tomorrow. I could take down your name and request for her if that’s okay?”

The boy grinned and nodded. He picked up his skateboard and left the shop with the bell ringing on his way out.

What had just happened?

Did he actually just get asked how to say fuck you in flower?

Will couldn’t say he was very surprised when the same boy showed up the next day with a blonde haired girl by his side. From his perspective, they seemed close- Was that his girlfriend? He does know that giving her flowers that say Fuck you without tellling her is extrremely passive aggressive?

Will brushed his hair out of his eyes and snatched a hair clip from the girl who stood behind the till. She frowned and threw a pen at him.

“Oi! Get your own clips sunboy,” Meg snapped. Will stuck his tongue out at her and walked straight into another figure before hitting the floor with a thud and groaning in both annoyment and agony. His eyes snapped open on remembering that he had walked into someone.

He glanced upwards and was surprised to find a hand shoved into his face and so let his eyes follow the arm upwards to find the face of its owner. It was the passive aggressive boy from yesterday. Unlike yesterday, he was sporting a lip piercing and was wearing black ripped jeans flawlessly like some magical idol from some manga or anime.

Will couldn’t help but gape, staring at him. The boy looking at him simply tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a small smile.

“Aren’t you gonna take my hand?” The boy mumbled, his gaze averting when he noticed Will staring at the lip ring. Will, on realising he had been staring, heaved himself up on the hand and started apologizing profusely.

“I’m so so sorry, I didn't see you and I needed to tie my hair up…” He patted his head only to feel that his hair was still down but then he hissed and felt a small shot of pain across his palm. Raising his arm to take a look at his palm, he noticed their hair clip had broken and slashed a cut across his hand.

He gave another groan and ignored his hand. As he was left handed and the wound was on his right hand, it couldn’t be too bad. Besides, he had already embarrassed himself in front of the cute boy and his girlfriend and kept them waiting, he didn't want to cause more problems.

“Oh, yeah- your flowers. Boss told me- she said it was not as uncommon a request as I thought it was-”

“-You thought it was a weird request?” The boy's voice was smaller, less cheery. There was an element of melancholy to it and Will immediately realised what he had said.

“Uncommon, not weird. I just thought it was awfully passive aggressive.”

Nico grumbled, “I mean I did ask how to passive aggresively say Fuck you in flower…”

Will let out a warm, throaty laugh, flinging his golden hair back and batting his bloody hand in the air. “ I guess you’re right.”

Nico thought he could feel butterflies trying to force their way out of his body after listening and seeing the flower boy laugh- it was the most magnificently gorgeous thing he had ever seen and heard. His laugh sounded like honey- sweet and addictive.

However, he then caught sight of Will’s bloody hand and frowned. He was pretty sure that his hand wasn’t supposed to be bleeding and it really looked like it hurt.. Besides, how would the poor kid be able to write with a gash like that?

Will moved his hand to pick out the flowers he needed and just as his hand reached out to grab them, he felt another hand wrap around his wrist. It was undeniably cold. The fingertips had calluses and he saw a few tattoos lurking on the hand, a couple in a language that he recognised to be Greek.

However, before he could read the words, his hand was snatched upwards and splayed out. The cute customer with the lip ring was holding his wounded hand out.

“You’re bleeding,” He pointed out.

“Why yes, I am. Thank you for that very insightful observation. Are you an artist?” Will sarcastically asked, his voice still light implying he was joking. Nico raised his eyebrow in appreciation of the sarcasm.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not meant to be bleeding- What are you, a doctor?”

“I will be,” Will said smugly.

Nico snorted. “Should I be alarmed for your future patients that their doctor doesn’t know how to keep their own wound clean?”

Slightly salty and pouting, Will snatched away his wrist and turned away slightly in a huff.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“It wasn’t an opinion. It was a fact- You could get tetanus walking around with a cut like that and handling these gardening tools- Aren’t you meant to know that, doc?” Nico smirked teasingly, right behind Will, his lips teasingly close to Will’s neck.

Will shivered, feeling the warm breath on his neck. He closed his eyes and for a second leaned into the warmth coming from behind him before remembering he was meant to be professional.

Professionalism, Yes, professionalism.

“You know, not to interrupt whatever soulmate bond you two are having,” Annabeth drawled, “I’m just saying, for once- Nico is right. That cut looks nasty. Let Nico clean it up for you, he’s gotten good at it after all these years.”

“Annabethhh,” Nico half groaned, half whined under his breath. Annabeth knew what it meant- Why did you tell the cute guy that?

Will glanced at the gory sight on his hand, grimacing slightly. He knew that he could go and sort it himself but if someone was offering to fix it for him, he wasn’t really one to object. Afterall, if Nico knew what he was doing, then his hand should be in good hands?

Will did not get the chance to make that joke out loud.

He sighed and nodded at the wise words from the blonde girl and led Nico to the back room- despite what it said, was not at the back. In fact, the ‘back room’ had its door right by the front of the shop, tucked away neatly in the front corner of the shop.

“Uh, I think the med kit is somewhere here.” Will rummaged about in the corner next to the high shelves, holding his bloodied hand above his head as to try and stop the bleeding faster- In med school he had been recently studying cardiology and he wanted to see if certain tips really worked.

“You don’t need to hold your arm all the way up there ya know? Just high enough so that it’s above your heart.” Nico stood right behind Will so when he turned around, they were face to face. Nico leaned closer, so close that their noses were almost brushing and Will panicked-

-Suddenly, Will placed his hands on Nico’s chest, in an effort to slightly push him away, which worked successfully. However, in the few seconds his hands had been pressed up against Nico’s chest, he had felt the firm planes of muscle- So he definitely works out.

“Hey! That’s kinda uh, quick isn't it?”

Will risked cracking one of his eyes open and saw Nico smirking with a med kit in hand. His mind faltered for a second wondering Where on earth did that come from before figuring that Nico had reached for it while they were pressed up against each other. He felt blood rush to his cheeks and his eyes darted anywhere but Nico’s face.

“What’s too quick?” Nico suddenly had Will’s hand in his and was stroking his hand softly, beckoning him to open it.His head was tilted downwards but he let his eyes catch a small glance of Will’s flushed face. Curtained by Nico’s dark and thick eyelashes, Will could see a sliver of light reflecting off the onyx eyes staring at him.

“Did you think something was going to happen?” Nico asked innocently as he began cleaning the wound. Will hissed at the sting of the antiseptics and so to distract himself, he answered Nico’s questions.

“No. I didn’t think anything was gonna happen.” Will winced again in pain. “ Could you be a bit lighter with that please?”

Nico mumbled out a ‘sorry’ and began applying a dressing around the hand he was holding. Will’s hand was freckled, with a golden tan that Nico could declare perfect. The freckles looked like rain spotted across his skin- so perfect, a force of nature.

But then the artistic side of Nico had another thought- the freckles look more like tear drops than rain. A force of humanity.

Nico continued talking, his voice lower. “ Did you want something to happen?”

Will wasn’t listening though. His mind was...away. Distracted. Missing.

Nico saw it in Will’s eyes, he saw it as the rain began to hit the window gently, killing it softly. He looked at Will again- it was killing him softly.

“Hey?”

Will shook his head and looked at Nico and let a smile overtake his face. “Sorry…. Tell me, how are you so good at this? What did your girlfriend mean when she said you were good at this?”

Nico sighed, ignoring the girlfriend comment but was still slightly hesitant. One secret couldn’t hurt him too much- after all, he was gonna be in and out of here and then he’d never see this cute guy ever again… or so, he thought so.

My sister and I, we used to go to summer camp. We got into a lot of fights there, learnt to stick up for ourselves- and I, well, I learnt how to clean up the aftermath of those fights.”

“I used to go to summer camp! Well, I was like 13 at the time.” Will beamed at Nico and pointed to his lip ring. “ Did that hurt? Oh, and you have a sister? Any other siblings?”

Nico gave Will an odd look. He’s asking me about myself? He wants to know more about me?

“Uh, well.. I have another sister. What about you?”

“Ah, that’s a good question.” Will shrugged.

“What, you don’t know?” Nico asked, his voice slightly confused. Will let out a little snort of laughter.

“My Dad’s good at one thing and it’s sleeping around, so god knows how many half siblings I’ve got lurking around.. For all I know, there could be a mini army of us.”

“Well, my Mum’s dead,” Nico offered. Will immediately looked at him with an alarmed look; Nico sighed in return and explained.

“I thought we were talking about dysfunctional families, maybe that would make you feel better.”

“As a future doctor, It really does not. Thanks for trying- although you might wanna see a therapist with your definition of ‘cheering someone up’.”

“Meh, I’d rather not. ” Nico batted his hand nonchalantly, the greek tattoo showing up in front of him again. Will’s eyes caught it but he still refused to say anything.

“You know,” Will’s voice was significantly lower when he spoke this time, borderline flirty. “You still haven’t told me if that lip piercing hurts.”

“Of course it hurt a bit, but I’ve gotten piercings and tattoos before that so it wasn’t as bad. And you’re done.” Nico gave Will his hand back. Will held it up, impressed with the job Nico had done.

“Nice wrapping. What does it feel like? Is it cold?”

“Kiss me and find out,” Nico mumbled under his breath, not intending for Will to hear- or course, Will did hear.

“Kissing someone in a dark and empty room calls for all kinds of trouble and potential situations.”

Nico felt his jaw drop and could feel the tips of his ears burn red. His eyes darkened and he could only hear Will’s teasing chuckle as he felt him slide a finger under his chin.

“Darling, close your mouth unless you intend to use it well,” Will murmured, his texan accent growing stronger. Normally he wasn’t this confident, but he decided to act on his impulses- besides, teasing people… it was fun sometimes.

Nico, knowing Will had caught him, was determined to get him back. He wrapped his hand around the back of Will’s head and yanked his head down and his head down to his lips so they could meet. For a second, Will was frozen in surprise, his eyes open and startled before he felt Nico’s lips moving against his, encouraging him to kiss back and relaxing while his eyes fell closed.

The kiss wasn’t calm or sweet, It was hard and rushed. It wasn’t special, it wasn’t magical, it was just the result of unresolved tension within two people madly attracted to each other. Will could feel the lip ring against his and relished in the cool feel of the ring compared to Nico’s hot lips. Nico’s other hand reached to pull Will closer and next thing he knew, he was lying with his back on the couch and with Will on top of him.

They paused for a second before slamming their lips together. Will slipped his un-injured hand under Nico’s shirt, feeling his body. His other hand went to his hair, wrapping his hand in it as if his life depended on it. He gripped with such ferocity, Nico thought he might rip some of his hair out.

Will teased Nico, tracing his tongue across the black haired boy's lips before lightly tugging on the lip ring in front of him. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting a full on moan from Nico.

Immediately, the two of them broke apart, panting and gasping for air. They stared at each other, their faces flushed and Nico could swear his ears had never been so red and hot as they were right now. Will was literally on top of him, now straddling him with his hands resting on Nico’s chest.

Nico covered his face with his hands and Will, on realising their position, got off him and settled for sitting next to him.

“Ah…. so,” Will started.

“So….”

“You’re a good kisser.” Nico looked at his shoes.

Will wanted to get it done and over- rip off the bandaid, right? “Are you going to tell your girlfriend?”

Nico gave him a questioning look. “What girlfriend?”

“The blonde girl you came in with?” Will scoffed. Dude’s got a thing for blondes. First that poor girl, now me. Who’s next? Jason? Octavian?

Nico let a bubble of laughter leave his lips as he tilted his head back. Annabeth, his girlfriend! What a ridiculous thought!

“Oh sunshine, you’ve got it all wrong. Annie is a good friend of mine, we’re here together because we’re getting flowers for her boyfriend.”

“She’s getting her boyfriend flowers that mean Fuck you?”

Nico shrugged. “They’re romantic like that.”

“So why are you here with her? Surely if she’s going to boldly tell her boyfriend fuck you in flower, she doesn’t need you to be here?”

Nico felt his cheeks grow hot. He rubbed the back of his head. “ Ah well, she uh, she said I’d like the guy who works here on weekends.”

“She wasn’t wrong, was she?”

“Watch yourself. You’re the person who almost willingly gave themselves tetanus,” Nico warned.

“Watch yourself- You’re the one who moaned when I touched your lip ring.”

“You were literally on top of me! You were straddling me and your hand was under my shirt, you were pulling at my hair and at my lip ring- how could I not moan?”

“It wouldn’t be that hard,” Will argued.

“We’re testing that next time.”

Will froze up at those words- next time. This god like guy with his beautiful locks and snarky comebacks wanted to see him again.

“Next time?”

“You think this is the last time you’re gonna see me?” Nico let out a little scoff to himself. “Trust me, you’re going to be seeing more of me and my friends then expected- In fact, you’ll probably get so sick of us by the time this year ends.”

“I’ll definitely look forward to it.” The sarcasm was evident in his voice. Nico rolled his eyes at the sarcasm and got up, reaching into the tight pockets of his jeans. He pulled out a hair tie and reached for Will’s hair before Will caught his wrist.

“I’m not that useless, I can still tie my hair ya know.”

“I was helping you, you’re welcome,” Nico snorted. They left the room and were met by a very smug Annabeth and annoyed Meg- The boys could tell theft was in trouble from the violent look on Meg’s face.

“What have you two been doing here? Please don’t tell me that I will have to bless this place after what you’ve done.” Meg sounded slightly desperate.

“Depends what you think would require blessing.” Will gave her a sweet smile.

“Will!” Meg complained. “ This is the 4th guy you’ve brought to the back room with you!”

Nico’s eyebrows shot up when he heard this. “ And here I was thinking I’m special.”

“You can’t talk either, mister. Poor Meg had to assemble the flowers herself because of you two,” Annbeth scolded holding the hateful bouquet of flowers in her grasp like her life depended on it- and if you wanted to be technical, Annabeth's pride was her life and these were going to prevent her pride from falling downhill, so yes- her life did depend on these flowers.

“He’s the one with 4 secret lovers!”

Will added quietly, “Those are only the ones I’ve been caught with.”

Nico gave a faux gasp of disbelief, his voice mimicking a tragically upset character. “ Like father, like son!”

“Fuck you,” Will grumbled.

“I fully intend to.”

“NOT HERE YOU TWO, TAKE IT OUTSIDE,” Meg screamed. “This place is a holy sanctuary- therer will be no sex of any sort in my shop!” The pair of the boys glanced at each other, walked outside and burst into laughter.

They, however, did not expect to see each other the next day at Uni.

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ket-fisto · 4 years ago

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So we're like a week in with the new 7.0 expansion update and I've played through the new story a few times (mostly because it makes you level 80 in like 30 minutes) and spent the rest farming with this new ridiculous system that's like a tiny hint of a good idea and then just a mess of confusion.

Detailed gear talk ahead that probably won't make any sense if you don't already have a basic idea of the 7.0 system:

First of all, you have a weekly limit to the new resources, which you will need in order to upgrade your equipment irating. When you spend the resources, that doesn't get removed from your weekly limit, so you can't really be smart with your spending like you can with tech fragments. On the positive side, the limit means everyone gets stuck at some point, not just you. On the downside, if you wanted to farm like crazy one week and then chill another week, you might 'lag' behind. I suspect the limit was put with good intentions, maybe to help players play other content instead of feeling compelled to farm nonstop, but it removes the choice from people for how they want to farm.

You're not supposed to really get drops of higher rated gear like in 6.0 (which was a fantastic, easy to grasp system, I miss her), and instead upgrade your existing gear. So I've been farming with a couple of my characters for a couple of days and already am very close to the weekly limit for the currency that is needed for my conquest gear (aquatic resource matrixes), and I barely had enough to upgrade one full set for my sniper/operative from 320 gear to 322.

Now at first, I thought that the armor drops I was getting from flashpoints were like better versions of the starting 7.0 gear or the 320 gear I got from the conquest vendor. But nope! They are actually different, and to upgrade them you need to spend different currencies (and are much pricier to upgrade). They are on a completely separate upgrade track of their own! The armor sets look pretty much identical, so you will only notice it's different from the name or if you suddenly get the blue drops from the flashpoints. When it comes to resources, it's cheaper to upgrade conquest gear, but if you lose the noble gear then I guess you just gotta hope you get some for the slots you need from the decurion crates. But eventually, if you want to get the maximum irating or blue/purple gear, you will be forced to go to a different gear track.

Does that make any sense? No? Of course it doesn't. As I'm writing this I'm confusing myself. I'm only now starting to understand the entire system after trial and error (and bugs that made my crates disappear, yay), and I wouldn't even bother trying to understand it if you don't have hands on experience with the system yourself until your brain morphs into this odd way of thinking the game has.

If a player hasn't been paying attention to the change in the system they are shit out of luck. This shouldn't matter really, as swtor is very casual friendly with its healing companions and such, but it seems that in the rebalancing, they've also fucked up a lot of that as well for the farming. I found myself wiping in heroics, my companion not being able to heal me fast enough and my damage chipping away at enemy hp due to brutal downscaling. Basically, it used to be that when you were low level yeah, you might have a hard time at first in the heroics, but then when you got stronger you came back and even with the downscaling of your level, you were still way more powerful. But now it feels like you're kinda stuck in that underpowered state when the game downscales you. I don't know if it's the new gear fucking up with my stats so badly that this is happening but it's extremely evident that something is 'wrong'. I'm doing much more proportionally significant damage in vet flashpoints when I'm not downscaled than I do in medium level heroics. The saving grace is the enemy tagging system has made any non instanced heroic go faster if there are other people around. Still, wish I was more powerful again.

iN confusion/conclusion, this 7.0 is basically the opposite of casual/average player friendly. I'm half asleep as I wrote this and if you actually read it wow. Hope any of it was coherent.

#swtor #why did i write this lmao #maybe it helps me make sense of it #7.0

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jjmaybanksbaby · 4 years ago

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer I

Part 02: That James Deam Daydream

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summary: After the car accident, you haven’t been able to get Rafe out of your mind but hasn’t he already caused enough trouble?

a/n: With the semester ending I have a lot more free time so I plan on updating this series more consistently (ie weekly)!! I’m also gonna start a taglist for this series so if you want to be added to it drop a ☀️ in my inbox/messages!

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The fluorescent lights of the hospital flooded your vision as you blinked your groggy eyes open. The machines you were connected to beeped slow and hypnotically beside you. You could feel the pain that would ripple through your body with every movement before had even attempted to sit up. Your breathing was labored and forced, an unusual sensation.

Your mom entered the room carrying two cups of steaming coffee which she placed on the small table in the corner of the room as soon as she noticed you were awake. She sat down quickly in the chair that was situated on the left side of your hospital bed. She automatically took your hand in hers.

"Oh, good, honey. You're awake. How are you feeling?" She asked, her brow knit together in concern. The bags under her eyes seemed to give you some indication of how long you'd been out. Your mother was always the most put together in the room. Her dirty blonde hair, the same color as yours, always gave the allusion of having been freshly blown out. Her makeup never looked chalky or stale, a skill you'd never quite been able to replicate. She lived in black blazers and stilettos, her purse resting in the nook of her arm.

The person holding tightly onto your hand in that hospital room was an entirely different version of your mom. One that two days ago had gotten a call that her daughter had gotten into a car crash, thrown a bunch of clothes in a suitcase, and board the first available flight from Oregon to the Outer Banks.

Your eyelids drooped, it was taking all your energy to keep them open so you let them close.

"Mom," you said, your voice coming out just barely above a whisper. "What happened?" You asked, even though you remembered most of what had happened the night of the crash.

The way you'd scrapped your knee climbing out of your window of your Nonna's house. The beautiful Cameron boy. The bonfire and the stink eye Phoebe had given you all night. The headlights of the car bellowing down the wrong side of the road. Rafe's hand grabbings yours.

Your mom reached up and brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen onto your face. "You were in a car crash y/n. The other car hit the side of the one you were in and pushed you into a ditch. The force of the airbag fractured your rib which punctured your lung. The doctors said you're gonna be okay but they're keeping you on an IV drip of some pain meds."

Your chest did feel heavy but not just from the injuries.

"Wh- what about Rafe? Is he okay?" You forced yourself to open your eyes.

Your mom breathed in sharply. "He's okay. He left the hospital yesterday with his dad with only a concussion and a broken wrist."

"Mmmhmm." You mumbled in acknowledgment. You could feel sleep taking over once again. "I love you." You said to your mom before drifting off.

☼☼☼

Your bed was littered with the clothes you should have been packing because your flight left early tomorrow morning but instead, you were laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling, the fan whirling around rapidly. The August heat had seeped into the house, causing you to break into a sweat with the smallest movement. The sounds of the conversation between your Nonna and mom echoed from downstairs. You were sure they were probably arguing about you, again.

Your mom hadn't been able to let the accident go even though. You tried to explain to her how you'd left the house without your Nonna's permission so it wasn't like it was totally her fault. You sighed, wincing at the pain that still ran through your body when you took too deep a breath.

A tiny ping filled your ears causing you to sit up.

Ping. There it was again.

A third peddle hit your window. You walked over to it, sliding it open to see Rafe standing on the lawn below.

Your breath hitched. You hadn't seen him since that night but he looked exactly the same except for the black splint on his wrist.

"Hi," he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth so his voice carried.

You glanced over your shoulder nervous that your mom or Nonna were going to walk into the room at any moment having heard Rafe's shouting.

"Come up here," you replied, waving him up to your room.

With a surprising amount of speed for someone with only one good wrist, he pulled himself up the side of the porch and climbed through your window.

His eyes meet yours as he landed on the carpet and words escaped you entirely. The sparks that had been there that night hadn't disappeared at all.

"Hey, stranger," Rafe said, failing to hold back a smirk.

"Nice cast," you replied.

He looked down at it and quickly back up at you. "I'm sorry about everything. I promised to get you home safe and then got us into a car crash. Not exactly how I pictured the night ending." He forced a laugh but the regret in his voice was unmissable.

You took a step closer to him. "You don't have to apologize Rafe. You did everything you could. And I'm okay. You're okay. We're alive." There was more you wanted to say but the words seemed to disappear before you could form them.

Rafe closed the distance between the two of you stopping right in front of you. "God, I like you so much and I really fucked it up. Didn't I?"

This time a genuine laugh escaped you. "I think we might be able to salvage it." You responded feeling unusually bold. You grabbed his face, pulling him down to your level and placed an urgent kiss on his lips.

He slipped his own hand behind your neck, keeping your mouth pressed against his. The air around you was electric and neither of you dared to pull away first.

The door to your bedroom swung open and your Nonna's loud stern voice suddenly took over.

"Y/n y/l/n."

You stepped away from Rafe quickly, dropping your arms to your side. You turned around to face your Nonna. Her face was set with anger.

"Out Mr. Cameron." She instructed.

"Right. I was just leaving." He replied, moving back towards the window.

"Out the front door." Your Nonna clarified.

"Oh, yeah. Of course. My bad." Rafe said. His eyes connected with yours for just a moment as he walked out of the room. Your head the front door close behind him a few beats later.

You stayed frozen in the middle of the room, awaiting the lecture you knew was coming next.

Your Nonna crossed the room and shut the window.

"You're letting all the a/c out." She said, dryly.

"I'm sorry," you responded, apologizing for more than leaving the window open.

"A Cameron boy almost ruined your mother's life. I won't let the same thing happen to you." Your Nonna pushed some of your clothes aside and sat down on the bed.

"Your mom," she started again. "She started dating Rafe's dad, Ward, during her junior year. He was a year older and going to UNC in the fall. She wanted to follow him after she graduated high school. She thought she loved him and I told her no. Told her she could pick anywhere else but I wouldn't pay for her to throw her life away for puppy love. They broke up in October of her senior year. She barely spoke more than a few words to me for months. Then she moved away to California for college and didn't call me her entire freshman year. It was the hardest thing I've had to do as a mother. It almost ruined me. Ruined our relationship. But he was never going to really make her happy. He didn't love her like she loved him and it would never have lasted and then she'd be stuck at a school that she hadn't chosen for herself." Your Nonna looked up at you as she finished speaking.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" She asked. "That Cameron boy isn't good for you." Your Nonna stood up and walked over to you. She placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, muffin."

"I love you too." You replied. "I gotta finish packing."

"Okay," she said, closing the door behind her as she walked out of your room.

You flopped backward onto your bed and let out an audible groan. You had finally kissed Rafe Cameron and of course, your Nonna had to walk in at that moment.

Your phone, which had been previously discarded in the mess on your bed, buzzed. You pulled it out from under a pile of swimsuits. A text from Rafe popped up on the screen.

r: 'I'm officially scared of your grandma.'

y/n: 'hahah did you know our parents dated in hs?'

r: 'Really? I didn't. Weird.'

r: 'When do you leave?'

y/n: 'tomorrow moring'

The three dots showing that Rafe was typing appeared the screen up again and then went away. You waited another moment before turning your phone off and tossing it to the side.

You knew your Nonna just wanted the best for you but it wasn't gonna be easy to get Rafe Cameron out of your head.

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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so you lied

warnings: angst :///// but with a resolution

wordcount: 2.5k

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After two Princess Diaries movies and three bottles of wine into the night, Rafe, Julia and Allie were sufficiently tipsy - Rafe a little more so. He had insisted on ordering pasta to the girls’ house and Julia kept Sophie updated with several Snapchats, captioning the first with ��your sugar daddy is my favorite person tonight.’ (Sophie just sent back ‘you’re the worst.’)

“You guys are fun. I miss Sophie though.” Rafe lamented as the movie ended, taking another sip of wine. He hadn’t paced himself as well as the girls did and was amusingly drunk - Julia’s encouragement and constant refills didn’t help.

“You’ve told us that three times now, buddy.” Allie grinned.

“Yeah.” He mumbled. “She’s not gonna be happy with me.”

Julia sat up, eyebrows raised. “Why? What’d you do?”

“I did nothing.” Rafe paused. “Well. Maybe I did something by doing nothing.”

Allie frowned and reached over, kicking at his foot. “Spill.”

“I spilled?” He looked down at his glass and patted his shirt. Julia laughed, shaking her head. “No, Rafe. Tell us what you did. Or...didn’t do.”

“Oh.” He took another long drink of wine. “Colin told me not to.”

“I will take your wine away if you don’t tell us.” Julia threatened, reaching for his glass, and he held it back out of her reach. “No! No, I’ll tell. I’m working with Brooklyn.”

“Like...your ex, Brooklyn?” Allie clarified.

“Yeah. She’s at my internship and she sucks. I didn’t tell Sophie she’s there.” He groaned, letting his head flop back against the couch. “Soph’s gonna kill me.”

Both the girls sat there, processing what he had just shared.

“I messed up, didn’t I?”

Julia nodded. “Big time.”

“You have to tell her, Rafe. Soon as you can.” Allie told him, but grabbed his phone out of his hand when he pulled it out of his pocket. “Not now though. You’re drunk and she’ll think something’s wrong.”

“Ughhhh.” He grumbled. “Colin said I shouldn’t tell her because I shouldn’t make her stress.”

“Yeah, Colin’s single for a reason.” Julia quipped, rolling her eyes. “Look, I don’t even know this girl, but I know she’s trouble. She made Sophie cry after that gala you guys went to.”

He frowned, sitting upright. “She cried?”

“When she told us the next day, yeah. She was pretty upset.” Julia took his glass and refilled it, ignoring Allie’s elbow to her side. “What happened with her?”

“Sophie?”

“No, your ex.”

“Jules.” Allie chastised, sending Rafe a sympathetic look, but he shook his head. “S’alright. Our dads kinda set us up, and she was easy to be with, at first. Then she got kinda, uh.” He paused, trying to think of the right word. “Controlling? I dunno. One time I told her I had to go meet with some girls for a group project, and she accused me of cheating and told me I was a horrible person, then didn’t talk to me for days until I apologized. Which is kind of messed up.”

“Shit.” Julia mumbled. “You deserve better than that.”

“I have better, with Sophie.” He pointed out, then sighed. “She’s really gonna hate me.”

“She’s not going to hate you, Rafe.” Allie handed him a water bottle, tugging a little to take the wine glass away.

“It’s easy to hate me.” He told them matter-of-factly, and they both frowned, unsure on how to deal with him in his drunken state. “It’s not, bud, we like you.” Julia countered, then stood and offered her hand. “I think it’s time to go home, don’t you?”

“No, fuck, I can’t go to Colin’s. I’m sober. Wait. No, I’m not sober.” He accepted her hand and let her tug him up, throwing his arm over her shoulders for support.

“Jesus. Okay. You can stay in what’s gonna be Sophie’s room, but if you throw up, I’m telling her. Five glasses of wine, Rafe, this is weak.” Julia rolled her eyes and he patted her head affectionately. “You guys are the bestest.”

Allie followed behind them up the stairs, hands out to catch him if he tripped and fell. Once they got up, Rafe stood in the doorway, swaying a little. “We should call Sophie.”

“It’s, like, 5am there buddy, she needs to sleep.” Julia insisted, steering him toward the bed that Sophie bought before leaving and had thrown a couple blankets on top.

“Oh, you’re right. She needs her sleep.” He sighed, curling up on the bed and wrapping a spare blanket around himself. “I miss sleeping with her.”

“Gross.” Allie muttered, nose wrinkled.

Rafe shook his head, insistent. “No! No, not like that. But also like that. Both.”

“Okay. We don’t need to hear it.” Julia laughed and tugged his shoes off for him. Allie set a water bottle on the nightstand. “No calling Sophie, okay?”

“No calling Sophie.” He repeated, nodding. “Angel needs sleep.”

Julia pretended to gag. “You two are so cute, it’s disgusting.”

He yawned, pulling the blanket tighter. “I’ll set you up with James again if you want. Sophie said no but she’s not here to decide so we’re allowed to do whatever we want to do.”

She laughed, subtly taking a photo of him to send to Sophie. “That’s okay. Sleep tight, Cameron.”

He merely nodded, closing his eyes. The girls left the room, quietly shutting the door behind them. “We have to tell her, don’t we?” Allie asked, frowning.

Julia shook her head. “No. He’ll tell her, we’ll just remind him in the morning.” She paused, thinking. “He’s good for her.”

Allie nodded in agreement. “He is.”

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The next morning, a very hungover Rafe was sent on his way out the house with a bacon, egg and cheese bagel and a lecture from both the girls. His head was spinning and he felt nauseous, though he wasn’t sure if that was from the wine or anticipation of having to tell his girlfriend he lied.

“Omitted the truth,” he had tried arguing with Julia, who promptly socked his arm. “No. You lied. Nice try.”

Once he was home in Colin’s parents house, tucked away in his room, he had to give in. Sophie picked up the phone on the third ring like always, a little sweaty and breathless. “Hey, Rafe, can I call you back?”

“I - uh, can you talk now?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. She frowned, picking up on his stress and flushed cheeks. “Um, yeah, just let me find a spot to sit. Are you okay?”

He nodded, not wanting to tell her much more. “Are you running?”

“No, working out in the park.” She flipped the screen to show a gorgeous grassy green park view looking out over the ocean, with clear blue skies. “I was almost done, anyways, you’re saving me from crunches,” she flipped the screen back, grinning. “What’s up?”

Out with it, Rafe. He told himself in his head, feeling sicker by the second. “So, uh, you know my internship?” He cursed himself internally the second he spoke. Of course she knew about his internship.

“Yes…?”

“Right, yeah. So we have this group of interns, and we’re required to do this weekly events, you know. So, yeah, that’s pretty cool, I guess.”

Sophie frowned. “Rafe, what is up with you? You look like you’re about to throw up, did you really drink that much last night with the girls?”

He scowled, trying not to think about the alcohol. “No, just. Thought I just probably share that Brooklyn is one of the interns too. My ex,” he added for unnecessary clarification.

“Oh.”

That was it? He thought, pleasantly surprised. “Yeah. That’s all, you can finish your workout. Sorry to bug you.”

“She’s been working with you? Is this new?” Her tone was scarily even, her face showing zero emotion.

Oh. So maybe he wouldn’t be getting out of it that easy. Rafe swallowed, knowing he was in trouble. “Um, no. She’s been there since week one like me.”

“So you lied.”

“No!” He scrambled to come up with an explanation. “I thought - Colin thought - we figured it might be better to not have you worry -”

Her voice turned incredulous, on the verge of breaking. “You thought it would be better to lie and not tell me, rather than openly communicating? Isn’t that exactly what she did to you?”

Suddenly it all made sense why she’d heard about three things total about the internship he’d been working for nearly a month.

He felt his stomach drop and a wave of regret wash over him. “I fucked up, Sophie, I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

She shook her head quickly, not wanting him to see her cry. “I have bad signal. I have to go.” It was a shitty excuse - the picture was crystal clear - but she hung up right away anyways. Never mind him wanting to say a million more words to apologize, him trying to find the words to explain. He tried calling her back immediately, but she rejected the call - twice - and he figured he should just give her space.

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She called him back at around midnight her time, when he had just gotten home from the store. “Hey, Soph.” He answered with a gentle tone, a little wary.

“Hey.” She murmured back, equally quiet. “Can we talk?”

“Should I be worried?” He joked.

“Rafe.”

“Sorry.” He immediately apologized. “Not funny. Give me a second to get my things inside and I’ll facetime you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay. Just a couple minutes, angel, I won’t make you wait long.” He hung up and practically scrambled to get in the house, offering a quick greeting to Colin and his family before locking himself in his room and shoving a towel under the door to soundproof as much as he could, then called her back. “Hi, told you I wouldn’t make you wait.”

“True to your word.” She mumbled. Her eyes were a little red and puffy, and he could immediately tell she was anxious from the way she chewed on her lip. “Can you just be honest with me, please?”

“Yeah, anything. What do you want to know?” He frowned, hating seeing her so upset and knowing he was the reason for it.

“I know you would never do anything, I’m not questioning that. But why did you lie? That hurts, Rafe.” She took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry again.

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I thought I would be able to avoid her, and I didn’t want to stress you out when you couldn’t do anything from so far away. I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

“Yeah.” She agreed. “Are you working closely with her? More than you thought?”

He grimaced. “Yeah. Not just her, it’s all the interns, but we have a dinner or we go to the bar almost every week. And she kinda, um, goes out of her way to hang around.”

“Oh.” She murmured. “Has she tried anything?”

“Meaning…?”

“I don’t know.” She paused. “I don’t know if I want to know that much, actually. You’re right, I can’t really do anything. She knows we’re still dating though, right?”

He nodded quickly. “I have a picture of us pinned up on my desk, it’s hard to miss. And I’ve made it clear.”

“Hm.” She scowled, clearly wrestling with how to deal with the situation. “You promise you’ll tell me if she, like, asks you out or something though, right?

“Yeah, of course. We’re always at work or work events anyways, so. She’s fairly, uh, limited. I think.” He shrugged. “I won’t let anything happen, okay?”

“I know,” she nodded. “I just don’t like her being around when I’m not. She hardly held back when I was there at the gala, I don’t even want to know what she’d be like without me there. Are you doing alright, though?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s fine.” He hedged, not wanting to worry her further.

“You’ve hardly told me anything about her.” She pointed out. “What happened?”

Rafe winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do we have to talk about it?”

“No, I’m not going to make you, but. I would like to know.” She raised her eyebrows. “I can tell you about my exes if you want?”

“Soph -” he started, but she rambled on.

“Or the guy I lost my virginity to? I think he came in like, half a minute, it was sophomore year -”

“Sophie! No, stop, I don’t want to hear it.” He gave her an exasperated smile and she brightened a little, glad she was able to somewhat turn the mood. “Another time, okay? I don’t really want to talk about her anymore. I miss you.”

She softened, nodding. “I miss you too. I wish you were here already, I feel like everything reminds me of you.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He settled back against the bed, content.

“The mangoes at the market, because you always get that mango smoothie in the library when you’re studying with me. And when this guy Mateo, at work, he has the best handwriting and he writes in that same cursive-print hybrid that you do. Oh! And I got you a shirt yesterday but I can’t show you, it’s a surprise.” She reached across her bed to her nightstand, pushing a brown bag out of view.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Tell me about this Mateo kid. He’s the one that called you Sofia, right?”

She raised her eyebrows, grinning at his complete lack of effort on an accent. “Sofía.” She corrected.

“So-fee-a.” He repeated slower. “How do I say, this is my girlfriend?”

“Um…este es mi novia. Wait, no. Esta? I’m not sure.” She hid a yawn behind her hand.

“Tell me more?”

“In Spanish, yeah. I like listening.” He smiled at her yawn.

“Alright, let’s see. Um…” She trailed off, going into a slightly stilted description of what she did that day, then gave him a proud smile once she finished. “Not bad, right?”

“Not bad at all! I mean, I have no idea what you said,” he grinned, “But you sound great. Practically a local.”

“Shut up.” She yawned again and rolled over, pulling her pillow to her chest. “Tell me about your day. Even the boring stuff.”

“Alright.” Rafe started telling her, keeping his voice low and soothing, and it wasn’t long before he could tell she was half-asleep. “Sophie, baby?”

“Mm?” She mumbled, squinting one eye open.

“Go to sleep. I love you.”

“Love you too.” She murmured, nodding. “You’re my favorite, no matter what.”

“No matter what.” He echoed, nearly whispering by now. “Miss you.”

She was already asleep, her ring resting on its chain around her neck and on top of her pillow. He had half a mind to say something and tell her to take it off, but just watched her for a few more moments before hanging up.

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honeybunny-sawamura · 5 years ago

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Where My Heart Blooms

Pairings: Kita Shinsuke x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: yaho, darlings! First fic for the event ^-^ it may be a little early but Shan and I are running on JST so it’s Saturday here! Enjoy!

He must’ve dropped it during one of his rice deliveries. Kita Shinsuke patted the pockets of his pants, both front and back, and came up with only half a pair of his work gloves. This wouldn’t do; he still had a few rice paddies he needed to go through and there were too many stops in his morning deliveries to go back and check them all for just one glove.

He sighs and pockets the lonely glove, looking around the small-town center for a dollar store he can hop into. He spots one but the flower shop next to it catches his eye; they’re bound to have better ones than the dollar store. Plus, in the couple of times he has visited this small town, Kita has never seen this shop before. Judging by the glossy paintwork and the spotless décor, he guesses that it just opened up. He makes his way towards the flower shop, mind set on just getting the gloves he needs.

Yet when he steps inside, he’s in complete awe by what he’s greeted by: flowers of every type and color fill the little store to the brim, enticing people with their perky buds and sweet aroma. There are vases upon vases of various flowers and even the walls and ceilings have hanging flowerpots with colorful blossoms peeking from them. Kita feels like he’s walked into a wonderland as he takes in everything before him. With each step he takes inside, the young farmer is greeted by bundles of colors. He stops at each one to read the label cards before them; names of the plants all handwritten in a pretty cursive with little tips on how to care for them. He admires each flower he comes by, noticing that every one seems well taken cared for and handled with love. Whoever owns this little flower shop is putting their heart and soul into each bud and blossom.

“Hello! How can I help you today?” Kita looks up from the bunches of lilacs to see you, the flower shop’s owner, setting an empty vase down and offering him a friendly tilt of the head. He takes in a small breath at the sight of you; you’re as bright and beautiful as all the flowers he’s surrounded by and something in his chest starts to bud.

“Umm… I’m wondering if you sell any gloves? I need it for work and I lost one,” he tells you; even holding up the companionless glove as evidence. The sight of it makes you giggle and Kita thinks it’s the sweetest sound. You beckon him over to the back of the shop where the registers are. He follows, wondering how to start a conversation with you. A bunch of ideas whizz through his head but he grasps onto none. It’s even harder to think of a topic when you turn around to face him and flash a pretty smile while presenting to him where the gloves are: on one of the shelves near the paying counter.

“So you like flowers?” his mouth suddenly blurts out before his brain can decide what it should say. The fair-haired farmer has half the mind to just walk out of the shop in pure embarrassment but stays when you brighten up at his question.

“I do! It’s the reason why I opened this shop,” you reply and proceed to tell him your love for flowers. Kita listens intently to your every word, sometimes interjecting to ask you a genuine question or comment on the similar knowledge you two share. He swells a bit with pride when you commend him for his work as a rice farmer and providing high quality rice for the small towns around.

“It’s not a job most people will take, and it is grueling on most days but I quite like it,” he tells you and you admire him for it. You can see the hard work he puts in from the golden tan on his skin, calloused hands resting on the counter, and firm muscles peeking under his shirt. You blush slightly and distract yourself from staring more by talking about the start up of your shop. Kita finds the pink in your cheeks adorable but then again, he thinks everything about you is lovely. The way you speak so passionately about something you’re so fond of and readily share your experiences has the bud in his chest starting to sprout. Unfortunately, he can’t stay and talk with you more but along with the gloves he buys a pack of carnation seeds. You perk up at his additional purchase and throw in a little something for free to help with taking care of these flowers. Kita tries to pay for that inclusion, but you bargain with him to come back to the shop and update you with how the carnations go. He gives you the softest of smiles and promises to do so. You wave him farewell as he leaves your shop and both of you think of how you can’t wait to see the other soon.

Kita comes over the week after and judging by the delighted look he gives you; the carnations are coming out well. The young rice farmer tells you so and you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your body when you can hear the elated tone in his voice and see the proud sparkle in his eyes. It makes you happy that he seems to be enjoying something you love. Like the week before, the two of you spend a good hour or so talking; this time getting to know each other. You tend to the flowers as he tells you about his high school days and he helps you water the buds as you share your own. Kita doesn’t stay long like last time, but he does buy another pack of flower seeds; this time it’s begonias. Once again, he promises to come back and update you on them.

This starts becoming a weekly thing for the two of you: Kita visits your flower shop and the two of you talk for a while about everything and anything. It could be about how his harvest is going or which high school buddy visited him recently. For you, it could be about the next batch of flowers coming in soon or how you miss your family. Sometimes there are other customers in the shop with the two of you and they often give a knowing glance. Both of you try not to dwell on that too long; clearing your throats and looking away from each other with pink stained cheeks. But whenever Kita leaves, he always buys a pack of flower seeds; each one different from the week before. You see him off with a tool or a tip to help the flowers grow and that he come back next time to update him on how they go.

Once he came into the flower shop with a pout on his face and you immediately knew that he was experiencing a hiccup with the new set of flowers he was trying to grow; hyacinths this time. He tells you his problem and even shows a picture on his phone of his predicament. You immediately notice what’s wrong and with a bright reassuring smile, you give him advice on how to fix it. The farmer’s mood perks up at that and he takes note to do as you say. Not wanting to leave the store empty handed, he buys a bouquet of your best flowers. “For my grandmother,” he tells you with the most affectionate tone that you make sure to wrap it in the best wrapping paper and tie the bow to the upmost perfection. You’ve heard about this wonderful woman from Kita and you take it upon yourself to have him give the prettiest bouquet to the woman who helped shaped him. The week after you feel warmth spread throughout your chest when he tells you how much his grandmother loved it and still has it sitting prettily in her favorite vase.

Weeks turn into months and soon Kita had a garden full of colorful flowers that he’s sure you’d be impressed by. He’s proud of each one and he tends to them fondly; they remind him of you. Every time he comes back from tending the seemingly endless fields of rice, seeing the small but bright garden blooming sweetly in front of his porch soothes him. He can see your lovely smile in the crocus, hear your laughter when the larkspurs blow in the wind, and smell your perfume in the amaryllises. Each seed he had bought from you grew and bloomed into beautiful flowers while his affections for you blossomed immensely in his chest. Kita could no longer deny that he looks forward to visiting your flower shop every week; yearning to see you and earnest to hear your stories for the day. Sure, the two of you exchanged numbers three months into your weekly meet ups and text often, but it wasn’t the same as talking to each other face to face. And while the two of you hinted to the other that you both wanted something more than just your weekly visits, neither of you could find the courage to ask the other out. You and Kita continuously danced around the concept of taking the relationship further that the people in the small-town center were wondering if they should take matters into their own hands. But they figured if fate wanted you and him to be together, it’ll happen.

Valentine’s Day was just a couple of days away and Kita was once again in your flower shop. It was busy with customers making reservations for Valentine bouquet deliveries and needing help with buying the right flowers for their loved ones. He watched you flitter about the shop, professional smile on full blast, as you suggest camellias to a customer only for them to insist on just roses. The fair-haired farmer helps you water some of the young buds as you finish up with this customer and watches you sigh as they finally leave so it’s just you and him.

“Valentine’s Day has you busy…” he comments while making his way towards you to the counter. You nod tiredly at him.

“Yeah… I knew this would happen. Lots of people wait to the last minute to reserve their Valentine’s Day bouquet. Was like that when I worked at my friend’s flower shop,” you take the watering can from Kita and thank him for the help before continuing,

“I like helping people with their bouquets. A lot of people pair the wrong flowers together or buy the wrong one to express their feelings, so I try to help. But most don’t care. They just go with the basic roses. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Just… So many other flowers can express how much you feel about the person you’re giving them to.” Kita nods, remembering you had talked to him a little about flowers having meaning and symbolisms. You only taught him a few of them but he went home later that day and learnt a bunch more himself.

“Red camellias are symbols of love, passion, and deep desire,” he recalls out loud and he smiles when your eyes widen in surprise before crinkling in mirth.

“Right! See? They would have been perfect for that guy earlier!” you exclaim before sighing. It seems only Kita cares about what each flower symbolizes. He gives you an apologetic look, knowing something like this is important to you.

“Well, at least the people who’ll give you bouquets for Valentine’s Day will know you’ll appreciate them,” he starts but then tilts his head in confusion when you smile a bit sadly at his comment.

“I usually don’t get bouquets,” you confess, fiddling with the water can you took from him earlier. “Because people know I work with flowers, I get other things instead. I don’t mind but…” You don’t get to finish that sentence when a group of giggling college girls come in, all looking to get something for their special person for Valentine’s Day. You smile apologetically to Kita before you greet the young women and go over to help them. Kita doesn’t mind though as an idea pops into his head. He excuses himself from the flower shop and you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed that you didn’t get to ask what he has planned for Valentine’s Day. Your heart sinks at the thought of him spending it with someone else but shake it off when one of the girls calls you over.

Valentine’s Day itself is incredibly busy for you and it’s filled with calls to and from delivery companies along with impatient customers or last minutes changes and cancellations. You don’t have time to think that you, yourself, have no Valentine’s of your own with everyone else bothering you to get their loved ones the best bouquets you have to offer. Even when you have time to breath, you’re checking stock and tending to the remaining flowers. A bundle of lavender has you thinking of a handsome white-haired farmer for just a moment, his serene smile and dark golden eyes making your heart do flips, before the shrill ring of the store’s phone jolts you and your hurry over to answer. The whole day is eventful and when the sun finally sets, you turn the OPEN sign to CLOSED in relief. You survey the shop and you’re quite pleased that most of your flowers have been bought out. A new shipment should be coming in tomorrow and you decide that you’ll set that up tomorrow. While you go to throw your work apron onto the counter, the bell to the shop jingles. You sigh, figuring that it’s a customer looking for that last minute gift. You turn around to apologize and tell them that the shop’s closed but the person speaks first,

“For the most beautiful girl in town.” You come face to face with a huge bouquet. You blink in surprise at all the colorful flowers that greet you and it takes you a moment to take them in your hands.

“I hope they’re umm… To your liking.” You lower the bouquet to see Kita Shinsuke standing before you, blush set on his cheeks and dressed in a nice gray dress shirt and black slacks. He looks so dashing in his outfit and a bit different from when he wears his work clothes; it’s all you ever see him in to be honest. Though there’s uncertainty swirling in his eyes, determination and affection shines from them and makes you blush. You avert your eyes from the intensity of his stare to which he misunderstands. He fidgets a little,

“Ah… I’m sorry I- Was I too…” he starts but you lift your gaze back at him and shake your head.

“No no! I-I… I just… I wasn’t expecting this,” you say softly, and you hug the bouquet slightly. You take a good look at it and realize that Kita had bought seeds for almost all of them. Were they…?

“They’re from the seeds I bought from here. I tried my best to grow them but… I know they’re not as beautiful as the ones you have in your shop…” Kita confesses humbly. Your heart wants to burst out of your chest at how sweet he’s being and that he plucked flowers from his own garden to give them to you for Valentine’s Day. And not only that, but you also see that he has picked certain flowers for their meaning and you fall more in love with him with each one you can define.

“Roses for love. Sunflower for adoration. Carnations can be love and admiration. Lilac to symbolize the beginning of love. And tulips for true love and… Hope.” You interpret aloud before returning your gaze at him. A smile blooms on your face when you see how pink he has become. Kita doesn’t know how to reply to you, but he extends one of his hands out to you. You don’t hesitate to reach out and slip one of yours into his and squeeze it softly. He takes a step towards you and you do the same to him. His golden eyes hold yours steadily, even when he reaches up with his other hand to brush a stray strand of your hair away from your face. You lean into his touch and the Kita’s features soften at that. He slowly leans down to press a kiss to your lips, hesitating for a moment, but you gently push forward and capture his lips with yours. The two of you share a sweet kiss in the middle of your flower shop and all the flowers sigh in content. Kita pulls away from you to take in how beautiful you look right now before whispering,

“Be my Valentine?”

“Yes.”

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jikookiekosmos · 4 years ago

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The Angel on Your Shoulder and the Devil in Your Corner || jjk (Part 2)

➥Pairing: angel!jungkook/reader, demon!jungkook/reader

➥Rating: nc17

➥Content Warnings: some cursing (fuck is said a few times), mentions of pain (nothing major)

➥Words: ~1k

A/N: there are some POV changes between the angel and demon twins; the POV switches will be indicated by their name being bolded. The angel twin usually goes by Jungkook/JK and the demon twin usually goes by Kook, so that’s how to tell the difference! (yes they have the same name, I’ll explain later lol)

Jungkook pocketed his phone then, and the feeling of uneasiness continued to bloom within him at a rate much fast than he appreciated. It was a feeling he’d never experienced, and to say it scared him would be an understatement.

Jungkook tilted his head back against the chair he was sitting in as he tried to calm himself down. He shut his eyes, hoping that maybe if he fell asleep the feeling would dissipate and be gone by the time he awoke.

That worked for all of maybe 8 seconds before his eyes snapped open. The feeling was suddenly much more intense and this time, he could actually sense it coming from a certain direction. To test his new suspicion (and to see if it was maybe all in his head) he stood up slowly and walked toward his window.

Unstable legs continued to carry him forward, and with each step the feeling kept growing. Jungkook clutched his stomach when he stood directly in front of the window, because now whatever was raging a battle inside of him had turned from uneasiness to something almost painful.

He took a deep breath, arm still wrapped around his midsection, as he pulled back the curtain. He figured maybe the view outside would help; at this rate he’d do anything to distract him from his current state.

His eyes travelled over the buildings across the street, landing on the sidewalks below as he observed all the people walking past. Most of them seemed to be in a rush, but one person in particular stood out more than the others.

This was because they were rushing toward a crosswalk and completely oblivious to the stoplight that had signaled them to wait. This would’ve been fine on it’s own...if there weren’t also cars coming now and bound to cross that part of the street any second.

Jungkook eyes were trained on the person and he couldn’t look away. He was waiting for them to pay attention to the light and stop.

But they didn’t stop. They kept going at such a fast pace that it made Jungkook suddenly realize that if he let this continue, that person would be in danger. And the thought of that alone made the sensation inside of him increase tenfold.

So he did the only thing he could think to do in that moment: he teleported. And he hoped with everything he had that he could save them before it was too late.

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Kook huffed as he continued scrolling through his phone, bouncing between various apps to try and quell his boredom. He knew by now that this never worked, and especially not now since the thought of his twin kept gnawing at him.

He wondered what Jungkook had meant by ‘feeling ill’ and also if he should be concerned. He may be a demon, but it didn’t make him heartless.

Kook only lived a few blocks away, so he figured what better way to check in on Jungkook than to visit him in person. He shrugged into a leather jacket and swept his blonde hair from his face as he hunted down his keys. Sure, he could instantly transport himself anywhere he wanted, but he was long overdue for a peaceful walk through the city.

It dawned on Kook then that he wasn’t even sure if Jungkook was at home, but it didn’t really matter since he could find him anyway. Twin telepathy shit, or something. He ventured out into the wilderness, as he liked to call it, ready to tackle the day.

He made it maybe halfway there before he felt a small pinch of pain flutter through his stomach. His hand immediately dropped down to clutch at it through his jacket.

“The fuck?” He looked down, expecting to see something holding onto him or sticking to him, but he didn’t see anything. A few more experimental steps forward brought on another twinge of pain, this time more harsh than the one before.

“Seriously, what is happening,” Kook breathed out. He had a tendency to talk to himself sometimes, especially if he was confused about something. And that was definitely the case now.

He risked going further one last time, only to be met with a series of pangs that wracked his torso. And that was the last bit of convincing that he needed to stop going in that direction.

He jogged all the way back to his apartment, having forgotten about his entire reason for leaving in the first place. He expected that maybe if he went the opposite way, the pain would ease up or - preferably - evaporate completely.

But the pain stayed. The whole way home, when he entered his apartment, and even when he flopped down onto his bed with his arms outstretched, the pain was still taking up residence inside his body.

He took deep breaths, thinking that maybe he was just paranoid after his talk with his brother earlier. He’d been known to be paranoid a time or two in his life, so it certainly wouldn’t surprise him.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was something important. Not many things can terrify a demon, but Kook would have to say that this came close.

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Part 2: Paranoia

You never anticipated on having anything other than a friendly relationship with beings of the supernatural type...until one day an angel saves your life, and then a demon shows up on your doorstep. And when twin entities start vying for your affection, you’re not quite sure how to handle it. One thing is for certain, though: there’s never a dull moment in your life anymore.

A/N (again): finally starting to set the stage for what’s to come! I know there’s some questionable stuff happening but I promise it’ll be answered and explained in later parts ☺️ this format of social media/written parts is how most of the story will proceed, primarily switching POVs between the MC and the twins.

Currently there isn’t any kind of update schedule but I’d like to do weekly updates if possible; I do work full time and attend grad school so finding time to write can be a little hard but I’m really excited to work on this! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it; and if you’d like to be added to the taglist, please let me know~

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ratonnhhaketon · 4 years ago

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Still Breathing

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Summary: Six months after the defeat of Thanos, the world is still in chaos. The threat of the Flag Smashers combined with the new headstrong Captain America means it’s time for Valencia Zicari to help save the world one more time. But, in doing so, she also has to pick up the pieces of a broken relationship.

Warnings: Major TFATWS spoilers, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Slow-Burn

A/N: Original character backstory reveal time!! Sorry this took longer than anticipated, I planned on having weekly updates for this fic, but I’m trying to finish up this year of college and my classes have been draining me of any motivation. Hopefully I’ll be able to update quicker in 2 weeks when I’m finished. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always if you have any questions or comments about my oc or the story feel free to send them my way! Feedback is always accepted and appreciated!

Chapter 2 - So We Meet Again

The entire way to Berlin, Valencia just felt off. Going to see Zemo, after everything he did to tear apart the only family she had left, just did not sit right with her at all. Especially when she considered everything he put Bucky through. Her mind was preoccupied as they walked through the facility, her body on autopilot as it followed closely behind Sam and Bucky. She didn’t realize they had stopped following the guard that was escorting them until a gloved hand rested on her shoulder, her confused gaze snapping up to meet a set of icy blue eyes.

“D’ya hear me, doll? I’m gonna go in alone.”

Valencia’s eyes widened in horror at his words. “What? Like hell you are!”

Bucky’s eyes moved from Val to Sam. “Both of you are Avengers. You know how he feels about that.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his words, his hands settling on his hips as his patience grew thin. “Buck, it's not like you two were known for frolickin' in the sun together.”

The super soldier held back his own eye roll at his words. “He was obsessed with HYDRA,” he spoke in a firm tone, his voice dropping with the last word. Bucky looked between the two people in front of him and noticed how Valencia was practically staring him down.

She spoke up in a monotone voice, “This is an absolutely horrible idea.”

“Look, we have a history together. Trust me. I got it.” As he turned to leave Valencia reached a hand towards him, catching his wrist. He immediately stopped and turned back to look at her.

“Bucky, just.. Be careful. Please,” she spoke in a small voice. Her eyes were pleading with him just as much as her words.

“I always am.” He shot her a small smile as he turned back around, walking down the hall towards Zemo’s cell. She felt her heart sink watching him walk off.

Valencia leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest and a defeated sigh slipping past her lips. Sam copied her body language on the wall across from her. “So what’s going on with you two?”

Her brows furrowed together. “What?”

“I know you two aren’t still together but you seemed real friendly back at the police station.” The corner of his lips turned up as he spoke.

“Oh, my god,” she rolled her eyes at him. “I haven’t seen my boy-” she stopped mid word, mentally cursing herself, “best friend in almost a month and suddenly I’m not allowed to hug him? Especially when I thought he was going to be imprisoned?”

Sam put his hands up in surrender. “All I’m saying is that it looked like more than just a friendly hug.”

“Even if it was, we’re still broken up.” Her foot nudged a small clump of dust on the ground. “Besides, I know he’s been trying to move on.”

He let out a chuckle. “Oh I call bullshit on that.”

“I’m serious! He’s been going on dates. His friend Yori set him up with a waitress a few days ago.”

Sam sighed, pursing his lips and shaking his head to the side in frustration. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Val. His feelings haven’t changed.”

“I just..” she huffed. Her teeth chewed on her bottom lip as her mind worked to string her thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I’m worried. He called me the other night. At three in the morning. Which means his nightmares are coming back and I just hope to god it isn’t about what I think it is.”

“Have you thought about taking a break from work and going down to see him?” She stared at him, her jaw tightening as she held back. It was obvious where he was going with this. “He needs you, Val. Now more than ever.”

That one sentence was enough to send her over the edge. She pushed off the wall and stared at the man across from her, tears starting to blur the edges of her vision. “Do you think I don’t want to be there for him? That I want him to suffer through his trauma in silence?” With each word her voice rose until she was practically yelling. “When Steve left I made him a promise that I would be there for Bucky to help him recover. And I was, for so long. I made sure he went to his therapy appointments and was working on his list. But I can’t exactly do that anymore when he was the one to push me away!” Her chest heaved, hot tears running down her cheeks.

“Val, I’m sorry.” Sam stood up, crossing the space between them and planting both hands on her shoulders. Her figure shook gently from the bottled up emotions leaving her all at once.

“I don’t even care about what happened with The Winter Soldier anymore. I wasn’t even a year old, it barely matters now.” she sniffed, looking up to catch Sam’s gaze. “I just want to make Steve proud. And I thought that letting Bucky push me away was what he needed in the moment but.. now..” she trailed off, eyes turning down to the floor.

Sam pulled her towards him, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. “You did what you thought was right, no one can blame you for that.” Valencia pulled her eyes closed tightly, her hands clutching onto the back of his jacket. She clung to him as she cried, holding on for dear life as if she would slip away if she let go.

After a few minutes she had calmed down enough that she was only sniffling. “Do you think I made the wrong choice?” Sam mumbled, breaking the silence.

“What?” Valencia looked up at him, eyes still glassy from residual tears.

“Do you think I should have given up the shield?”

“Sam, that was your decision. And I’ll stand by whatever choice you made because I know you did what you thought was right.” He wanted to do right by Steve, just like she did, but it was difficult. He didn’t truly know if he was capable of handling everything that came with carrying the shield.

His eyes moved from the patch of wall he was staring at ahead of him and back down to Val as she pulled away from him, her left hand coming up to wipe away the stray tears from her cheeks. “I’m not mad that you gave up the shield, Sam. I understand that it was your decision and you thought it was just going to sit at the Smithsonian exhibit. I’m only mad at the goddamn government for giving it to that prick who wishes he could be half the man Steve was.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

She smiled back at him, letting out a deep breath before tugging at his hand. C’mon. Let’s go see what’s taking Bucky so long.”

~~~~~

The three of them slowly trudged through the darkness, one of Valencia’s hands gently holding on to the back of Bucky’s jacket as she tried not to trip. “Buck, where the hell are we?” she practically whined out at him.

“Are you serious? You wanna break Zemo outta jail?” Sam questioned from behind them, causing Bucky to turn around sharply. The flashlight he held in his right hand flashed directly across Valencia’s vision, a hand coming up quickly to shield her eyes as she grimaced.

“Do you have a better idea?” Bucky asked in a curt voice before turning back around to keep walking. “We have no leads, no moves, nothing.”

“But what we do have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.” Valencia pointed out, nearly falling as Bucky stopped abruptly in front of her.

She watched as Bucky’s eyes scanned over the control panel in front of him. “And there’s also eight Super Soldiers that are loose.”

“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offense.” As soon as the words left Sam’s mouth Bucky had finally flipped the lights on, revealing the angry expression he wore.

“Offense,” he said with a pointed glare. “Super soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy but he still has a code.”

“Yeah, and all three of us have been on the wrong side of that code.” Valencia interjected before Sam could speak. “Remember Bucharest? Him bombing the UN and blaming you for it? Because the Wakandans certainly didn’t.”

Bucky sighed, his hands finding purchase on his hips. “Look, let me walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

Before he could begin to explain a loud crash came from the next room over. Sam and Valencia’s heads snapped over towards the sound, leaving Bucky to hang his head in defeat.

Off to a great start.

The vague outline of a person started to approach them, to which Valencia’s eyes widened as she whipped around to face the blue eyed man behind her. “You broke him out?!” she practically yelled.

“Hell no,” Sam spoke up, pointing a finger towards the man standing before him. “You’re going back to prison!”

Zemo stood timidly in the doorway, taking his hat off to hold between his hands before saying, “If I may-”

Immediately the trio turned and shouted “NO!” before returning to the matter at hand.

“Okay, just, listen.” Bucky spoke in a low voice. “When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you two backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your necks out for me. I'm asking you to do it again.”

Valencia’s gaze repeatedly flickered from Bucky to Zemo, the same uneasy feeling from earlier in the day resurfacing in the pit of her stomach. She just knew this wasn’t going to end well, but also knew that Bucky was as stubborn as a mule and would not take no for an answer. Especially when Sam finally agreed.

Bucky looked down at her expectantly, his icey blue gaze piercing her soul. She let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding before nodding. “Yeah. I’m on board.”

“Alright Zemo,” Sam said. “Where do we start?”

~~~~~

After finding out about Zemo’s wealth and joining him on the jet, they learned that their destination was Madripoor. Zemo explained that they had to disguise themselves and gave each of them a set of clothing to change into for their roles.

Valencia was in the back of the plane, the curtain pulled across the doorway for privacy as she pulled on the deep red cocktail dress given to her. After repeatedly struggling to reach behind her and pull the zipper up her back, she threw her hands up into the air as an exasperated sigh left her lips. Admitting defeat, she peeked out of the curtain and spotted Bucky standing a few feet away with his back towards her. With one hand Valencia pulled the back of her dress together while the other pushed the curtain back. “Bucky? Would you mind?”

He ducked past the curtain behind her, a warm hand taking the zipper from her grasp and a metal one landing on her hip. He slid the small zipper up her back, hand lingering between her shoulder blades for a second before she turned to face him.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” she said in a low voice, barely above a whisper. She didn’t like seeing him dressed up as The Winter Soldier. That part of his life was behind him. That man was gone.

His gaze met hers and he could see all of the apprehension, the fear, in her eyes. He wanted to pull her in close, to kiss away all of the uneasy feelings, but he couldn’t. Not after everything that happened. Everything he did to her. Instead he put a gloved hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing light circles into the exposed skin. “I know, doll. I’m not a fan of this plan, but it’s all we have right now.”

“Hey,” Sam called, walking towards where they were tucked into the back area of the plane. “You two ready? We’re landing soon.”

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