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The Baby Project Chapter 8

izuku midoriya x reader

The Baby Project masterlist

Summary: Izuku discovers a lot about you and Noa. tw: angsty, fluff, izuku once again being Papa, izuku and mc being pervy, inside look at the adult heroes. Some of Class A, violence, mc is kinda mean

You grip the edge of the sink and let the water trail down from your face. Izuku’s been by your side since then and strangely, Shouto hasn’t told him what happened between you. It’s been two weeks since you’ve got your points docked and received detention. Snipe hasn't told you how long this will be and if he's taking away your "volunteer work".

The day after Noa went missing, you called and told Yona what happened. Because of the fuckery, both of you decided it was best to keep your job quiet again rather than completely quit.

Your most recognizable and familiar emotions rear their heads as you stare into your bathroom mirror: frustration, anger at the world, and everything that has had anything to do with the flames that burn you. These losses in this battle upon you devastated your pride and dignity. The very thought of the heroes makes you want to scratch their eyes out in retaliation for witnessing one of the most painful things in your life. Again.

You exit the bathroom and see Izuku and Noa taking a nap in your bed. Noa has recently gotten a hold of washable markers and used Izuku’s face as his canvas. Both boys played hard. The clouds hovered in the sky and bits of rain splattered about today, so they weren't able to roll around in the grass like usual.

You sit at your desk and begin to write this week's report log.

"To whomever this bitch ass hero is,

You have some nerve, including you Snipe. This month was not good. Noa went on an adventure and everyone got bent out of shape about it. You docked my points because he wandered around. No one got hurt and your ass got to exercise. I helped with your training and this is what I get. Amazing how deadbeats get praise for what they are literally paid for but I turn around for .1 nanoseconds and you get out of pocket.

All of you can drop.

Anyway, I feel bad for Benio. He is a great dad if you haven't noticed and probably haven't. WILLINGLY. He got yelled at by Yaomomo or whatever her trifling ass is. Now, she is “raising” Kobeni. He isn't mad at me but at himself. He shouldn’t be punished. I don’t know why I bother since you and the rest of these silly hoes have never cared.

Another thing I can report is that Noa is still hitting and has had no bathroom accidents so tell that one dude with the rope to trip and break his neck. Noa still shows a love for cooking! It’s nice that his previous behavior and personality weren’t fully wiped out."

You take a deep breath before you continue to write.

"I have decided to talk to Kaibara with supervision. I won’t leave Noa with him and I will not be alone in the same space as him. Kaibara has shown violent tendencies towards me and Noa, with witnesses present, and I have no guarantee that he won’t hurt Noa even more. This talk will only be me telling him basic things about Noa and getting his signature. Will this satisfy you and save my grade?

Other than you disrespecting me and my robo-baby, he is having a problem swallowing some things. I have decided to feed him soup and mashed things. It happened suddenly when I made him a sandwich. Is it possible that he didn't chew right? Maybe it just went down rough. That and your dusty ass gave him hives."

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Snipe sighs after he finishes reading your report log out loud. The heroes sit at the table in the conference room. Each tries to remain indifferent to what they saw the other day, but it is undeniable. What was supposed to be a simple punishment ended up being something they’ve only seen with victims, not normal students. The baby project was created for a reason. It’s experimental and shows where the future heroes, the next generation, stand with public and private care. Whether it be their own families or those they contact, they must learn compassion and responsibility.

What happened to you only proved that they have lost their way. All Might sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What exactly did you do?” He wasn’t there at the time. Most of the teachers weren’t. Actually, some of them weren’t even called to search because the kids were found so quickly by the third-year heroes.

“In summary, the student lost points and she reacted badly,” Aizawa says gruffly.

Snipe scoffs. “Reacted badly? That's the conclusion to your analysis? I’ve seen her react badly, but this was on another level.”

“Her grades are essential to her scholarship. Having Noa revert to two years old would have been a factor.”

Vlad King rubs his face. “It was too far. There definitely needs to be a check on all of the students.”

Nezu nods. “Although I agree that the impact it had on her grade was definitely a factor for her panic, I can’t deny that Snipe is right, too.” He taps his chin and says, “We must check their health. Not just mentally, but physically as well. I want everyone to be evaluated.”

“What about (Y/n)?” Snipe hopes that his colleagues remember what they felt when they saw you in Recovery Girl's office.

“I think it’s only fair that (Y/n)’s grade be mainly restored. However, Noa and Kobeni did go missing, so she has to lose some points." Nezu taps on the table. "I agree, Recovery Girl. It was cruel.” Nezu thought of mercy for you.

“It’s about time you guys thought of the children.” Her old voice huffs. She smacks the stack of paper on the table. Aizawa looks down at his lap. “We are. Hence why we’re doing this assignment.”

“At the cost of other children? Heroes over civilians?” Snipe’s words echo on the walls and settle into the adults' minds. The reason for the baby project is to prevent and train the heroes on how to be compassionate and raise the next generation with care. To give them a taste of the future. The younger general studies were the perfect candidates in their opinion. It was less risky since they weren't as tainted or exposed as the previous year. However, your reaction revealed something they didn’t expect. Now the question of validity and correction hangs in the air.

Nezu nods. “We’ll keep the assignment and restore her grade-”

Snipe interrupts before Nezu can change the subject. “And a caretaker. I understand that the hero course faces dangers that children can’t be around but my students face challenges too. Look at their grades, their health, all of it. They deserve the same treatment.”

Vlad nods. “I agree.” Aizawa nods and agrees, finally. Nezu puts his hands together and says, “This brings me to Kaibara…”

Vlad sighs and rubs his face. His heavy hand lands on the dark wood table. Kaibara has been a subject he has tried to handle and avoid at the same time.

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“Alright, class, we’ve come to an agreement.” Snipe puts his hands on the podium. “We understand your situation about the caregivers-”

“Inequality. It’s okay, you can say it.” Sakura crosses her arms and with a subtle wave of her finger, you spot Jule trying to discreetly pull out his phone. Snipe doesn’t see what’s going on.

Snipe’s silent then takes his mask off. “You’re right. It’s not fair hence why we’re giving you guys one. It’ll be during classes of course.”

The class cheers. This is the bare minimum, but it’s a start. A footstep that’ll help tremendously. Alas, it will not be enough.

Ema waves her hand. “When?”

“How? It’ll be tragic if the caregiver gets blamed just like (Y/n).” Benio’s expression is so deadpan it hurts.

“Enough. Benio, it won’t be like last time.” Snipe takes a breath and looks directly at you. “I’d like to see you after class.”

Riko looks at you and sucks in her lips. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what she’s worried about. She’s worried it has to do with her and if you’ll finally tell the truth. Riko doesn’t need to verbally say it. Her expression speaks for her. Even though you understand, your sympathy can’t fight the resentment from the pain you went through for her, for all of them. To have her sit here and be worried about you being a snitch only rubs salt in the wound.

If she doesn’t back off, you’re liable to tell. She flinches and her focus goes back to her desk. Good. Your classmates and Izuku have been very supportive and empathetic, you can't help the bitterness, embarrassment, and anger. You were so proud that Noa was three years old and just to have that ripped away from you was brutal. Not to mention that she was supposed to be watching the kids. One day these feelings will subside. Until then, she needs to back the fuck off and remember her place.

It feels good to have her remember that she owes you.

You stand in front of Snipe. Today, surprisingly, Noa decided to go with Izuku. It’s not like it is a big deal since he’s handed off and there's no struggle like there is with you.

“I read your log, which was entertaining by the way,” Are you supposed to say thank you? Ever since they did that to Noa, you haven’t said a word in any of your classes. You’ve been called on and asked to speak yet you say nothing. If you do, they’ll use it against you and come at Noa again.

Snipe sighs and scratches the back of his head. His hat moves as he does it. “Look, we decided what happened was out of line. So, to compensate, we’re turning Noa back to three. However, your grade is still docked a few points because he did go missing. But these are points that can be made up. With you being more advanced than your peers, it won’t take long.”

You say nothing even though this is good news and you were acknowledged as superior to everyone else. As you should be.

He waits and waits for a response. He clears his throat and nods. “Oh, and, um, about your parental situation. Kaibara is still the official father, but we recognize Midoriya being Noa’s stepfather. So, your grade in that regard won’t suffer. We understand the situation better and think it will be best to do it this way without taking away Kaibara’s grade since it needs to be documented.”

Does he expect you to thank him? You want Kaibara out of your life forever. Do the heroes want you to jump for joy because they no longer expect you to include him and have given their blessing for Midoriya? Who isn’t even recognized as his real father, but a stepfather. How are you supposed to be happy about this?

Snipe fiddles with his thumbs. “Alright. That’s what I wanted to tell you. You’re dismissed, (Y/n).” You leave without a look back. From behind is a sigh that lasts until you shut the door.

It feels so nice to make him and the others miserable. How wonderful it is that it bothers him and the adults that you're angry, silent, and hurt. So much so, that they've acknowledged what they did was wrong. What about everything else? What about the entire project? There's a lot to pay for and this little morsel they gave will not cover it. -------------

You don't understand why you are nervous about telling Izuku. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t really mean anything. Are you making it a bigger deal than it is?

He stands in the kitchen with Noa on his hip. Noa sniffs a seasoning that Izuku brings to his nose. The toddler wrinkles his nose and says 'no'. This continues until Izuku finds one he likes then has Noa put it into a saucepan.

If or when he has kids, they will be so loved. Izuku is always busy and is easily distracted, but when Noa wants the least bit of attention, his papa will stretch himself thin just to be there. Strangely enough, he’s a blessing. Who would have thought that this guy who you saw on a phone screen for two seconds would be Noa’s papa? A good one, too.

The scene is sweet and domestic. Noa is starting to have very obvious features of Izuku. The more you look at Noa, you can see that he’s grown. The teachers must’ve increased his age already. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to them and ask, “Izuku, can I talk to you for a minute?” He perks up at the sound of your voice. Noa squints his eyes at you. “Mm!”

He still won’t call you mom. You’ve deduced that his ‘mm’ is his version of mom and that he’s doing it on purpose.

“It’ll be a second, bud. I’ll be right back.” He sets Noa down and turns the stove on low. Noa crosses his arms and taps his foot.

“What’s up?” Izuku looks over your face for a clue. You clear your throat. “Ah, Snipe’s bitch ass told me that Kaibara doesn’t have to be an active participant right now.”

“Hm?”

“I was confused about that too. It means that I don’t have to rely on him for my grades. And that um,” You scratch your cheek. “You can be like, Noa’s stepdad or something? I already put you in my reports-”

“You do?” His eyes shine and his cheek blooms a light shade of pink. It looks pretty on his face. “Yeah. I mean, you’ve done a lot for me and Noa so it’s only right.” He sucks in his lips to hide his obvious smile.

One of your hands is behind your back while the other plays with your ear. “Anyway, I just wanted to ask if it’s okay. I’m already doing it but I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“Yes.”

“You can say no.”

“Even though you’ve already started?” You frown. “Well, yeah…you can still tell me no.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m flattered that you write about me,” He licks his lips. “What do you write? I mean, I don’t know much about your reports, so I want to know what you say.”

You purse your lips and roll your eyes. “I tell them that you’re a crybaby that Noa peed on and who likes gory porn.”

The pink on his cheeks spread. “N-no! No, I do not! And he peed on you too!”

“Ha! Not as much as he did you. It was like a fountain. Like, shhh!” You imitate water sounds. He scoffs and crosses his arms, trying to look tough. It's hard to take it seriously when he looks cute.

“He shhh'ed on you first!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh! I remember because you started screaming like a sissy girl.” What kind of insult is that? Clearly, he doesn't do this often. Then, you stop and lean in. “Like a girl from your gory porno movies?”

“(Y/n)!”

You poke his chest. “You are a 'prevert'. That’s worse than a pervert. You probably liked me screaming like those girls in those movies.”

There’s something in you, something a little weird and devious. You get closer to him. The space is almost non-existent and gives him a view of your chest if he looks down. He is red from head to toe and stiff as a board. You smile and poke his face teasingly. Right when you are about to harass him some more, Noa’s little voice sounds from behind you.

“Porn?” Both you and Izuku, who has darkened eyes, gasp and turn to look at the source. Noa cocks his head to the side. “No, no, no! Don’t say that.”

Noa squints his eyes. “Go back in the kitchen, buddy. I’ll be there in a second.”

You clear your throat and look down. You were so caught up in messing with Izuku that Noa slipped your mind. His hand rubs the back of his neck. Clearly, he’s in the same boat. “I have an idea,” Izuku slowly grins again. The red has calmed down but not by much. At least he's breathing again. “What if we do our own birth certificate? If you want to! It’s up to you!”

Even after all these months, he thinks he has to ask when it concerns Noa.

“I’d like that.” If it looks cute, you may even frame it.

It’s Noa’s construction paper and has been written in Izuku’s handwriting since it is more legible. He put the words ‘birth certificate’ on the top and the date. There isn’t anything fancy on it other than Noa’s information and your name next to ‘mom’ and Izuku’s name next to ‘papa’. Underneath both of yours is where Noa’s name will go. “Boy, get in here, we wanna talk to you.”

Noa comes around the counter. “I’m waiting!” For him being so young, he’s very vocal and speaks clearly. It’s amazing, actually. Even if he is putting his hands on his hips impatiently as he taps his foot on the floor. He's clearly got Izuku's personality.

“Noa, c’mere for a sec.” You take the paper out and point. “Baby boy, this is a birth certificate. It’s how people know who you and your parents are. See? My name is right here.”

“Okay…” He answers slowly. You rub the top of his head. “What’s your name?” You ask.

“Noa.”

“What’s your full name?” Without hesitation, he says so clearly, “Noa Midoriya.”

You write it down on his line. Izuku sniffles when you finish. “Want to sign it too?” Noa bounces and takes the marker with his left hand and swirls it around. Apparently, it’s his signature.

Izuku twirls him around. You will copy this so you can keep the original. That copy is going right into Snipe’s face and telling him to choke.

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After your ceremony and dinner, you decide to pick up the toys that his papa keeps buying him. It’s sweet but a pain to have to help Noa pick up and organize. Right when you bend over to pick up one of Noa’s many toys, he hits your butt. He's been finding it fun to hit nowadays despite your warning.

“Izuku, get your kid before I do. I’ve been trying to be gentle but-”

“I know, I know, my dear. Noa, c’mere.” He pats his lap for Noa to jump onto. “Look, I know you love Mm and don’t mean to hurt her, but you are. You’re hurting people when you do that.”

The kid purses his lips. “Sorry.”

“Are you sorry because you got caught or because you mean it? They are different.”

“Caught.”

“Oh my God…” You whisper. Groaning, you turn to continue your task. The amount of plushies, blocks, his tool kits, and the kitchen supplies he has are more fun than witnessing this.

“Noa, it’s not right to hit Mm. She’s your mom and your friend. You can’t hit her.”

Noa growls. “Yes, I can!” Izuku shakes his head no. “It’s hurting her feelings, Noa. That’s not right.”

Noa takes this in for literally three seconds. He side eyes his dad and says, “No.”

Izuku frowns which is new to Noa. “It's not nice. You are going to stop hitting, Noa Midoriya. Understand?" Izuku's firm voice is just as new to Noa.

You turn to look and see Noa’s eyes watering. His voice wobbles. “Sorry.”

Izuku holds him close and rubs his toddler's back. “Hitting people is in the past. Now let’s grow.” He kisses Noa's wet cheek.

Noa gets down and waddles to you. He squeezes you tight and says sorry. The tears and snot on his face are wiped on your pant leg. You didn't get this treatment when you tried to talk to him.

You put your hands on your hips. “Why the hell-”

Noa points his finger at you. “She smack too!” Snitch ass.

��Imma smack you!”

“(Y/n)!”

Noa listens intently to your words of The Greatest Love Story. You’ve read it numerous times, yet he still gets excited. Strangely, Izuku does as well. His green eyes are so vibrant as you read the book.

Izuku has his head on your lap and Noa lays on his papa's chest that he covers a chunk of. If this project continues for a while, Noa may be as big as he is. It is almost impossible to fathom but likely that the heroes will do that. How do you even care for a teenager? You can barely take care of yourself.

“(Y/n),” Izuku murmurs. You stop reading for him to continue. “Thank you for everything.”

“What?”

“You’ve made me so happy, dearie. I don't know when I smiled so much or even felt this important without the world on my shoulders. I don’t have to fight or die when I’m with you.” He looks away, bashful as always. “I’m…at peace. I’m happy.”

Deep inside, you know it is about Noa. Without him, Izuku wouldn’t give you the time of day. Nevertheless, you’ll take what you can get from him. You will gladly accept and cherish this moment. It's not going to last forever, and you know this. Izuku's new content and relaxed nature with you will end when Noa fades away. Still, you will accept these precious moments anyway, despite the ache it will leave.

“Since the wars, I’ve felt so guilty. Everyone got dragged into it. Even you. For years I let it eat at me, and I always will,” His eyes meet yours. “Then I saw you.” His finger reaches your cheek to poke it. His eyelids are droopy. He's so close to sleep that he doesn't realize he's saying this out loud.

“Thank you for everything. Thank you for listening.” His hand lowers while yours reaches his curly head and massages it. Your hand goes through his soft, thick strands easily. Izuku drifts to sleep and into a peaceful dream. "My pleasure."

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You finish the report happily. It started off rocky but the ending is great. You staple on the copy of Noa’s new birth certificate. Happiness isn’t enough to describe this feeling.

The light of the sun is bright and shines in your room. Around this time, Izuku would Facetime or call. He could be doing anything. Most likely, it’s training since he hasn’t been doing it very often. You still feel guilty when he reassures you that it’s okay. However, he is apparently quirkless and thus needs the extra training that he’s been skimping out on which adds onto your guilt.

“I miss Papa.” Noa’s small voice whispers. His fluffy head peeks out from his blanket.

“And I miss when you used to behave. Think about that.”

He pouts and sniffles. His little feet pad against the wooden floor. You turn in your chair to look at him and spot the blue paper he has in his hand. “You want to give that to him?”

You bounce along to search for Izuku and show him the new cute thing Noa’s done. The little toddler ‘drew’ a big circle and squiggly lines and insisted that they were you, Izuku, and Noa. It will tickle his papa to see that Noa notices the little details and has his own spin on them.

“Will he like it?” Noa squeezes your hand. “How could he not? This belongs on the fridge of fame!” You pick him up and give him a kiss. It’s amazing that even though he’s three, he is so freaking smart.

Just as you open the dorm’s door and stride into the yard, you see Izuku. He is standing with his back turned towards you with his gym outfit on and a towel over his shoulder. Immediately, Noa bounces up and down when he spots his papa. His little hand remains in yours as he tugs on you when he runs. The two of you are in earshot of the group and what is being debated steals the breath from your lungs.

“Midoriya, she’s leaning on you too much.” The voice sounds bubbly. Not the current tone but it reminds you of bubble gum for some reason. Whoever said this must be normally peppy. You can’t remember her name, but she almost beat Kacchan in the Sports Festival this year. The one Noa didn’t allow you to witness and Izuku still holds the video that you haven’t watched.

“Uraraka’s right. You would’ve aced that test had she not asked for your help all of the time.” That one sounds familiar but you can’t place it. At Izuku's sides are a guy with weird elbows, the bubbly one, and Benio’s baby mama. The familiar voice must be in front of Izuku and his built body covers them. Even though you’re shocked by what’s happening, that doesn’t stop you from admiring his figure.

“There’s nothing wrong with anyone asking for help. And she isn’t asking-”

“Didn’t she ask you to babysit?” A couple of times, maybe?

“Hasn’t she literally brought Noa to you when you were studying when Kaibara’s right there?” When was that?

“I think it’s cool that you’re doing this. It really shows that you are genuinely kind. But Midoriya, don’t feel bad just because of what she’s going through. Kaibara is right there. Let him handle that." The tape guy places his hand on Izuku’s shoulder. His easy-to-draw face shows the concern he apparently has.

Izuku clenches his fists and releases. “You have no idea what you’re talking about-”

You suck in your lips to stop them from wobbling. Noa touches your leg. He tilts his head to the side. They’re right. You’ve been too dependent on him. He has absolutely nothing to do with this and you’ve dragged him into your drama time and time again.

Noa shakes the paper with the drawing on it. You leave before anyone can hear him, most of all, Midoriya.

“Papa’s gotta see!” The talking stops. You don’t stay to hear or see anything else that’s happening behind you. They’re right and that’s it. You… you are too reliant. Noa did run away and could have gotten hurt. Did he feel pressured to sign the paper? He seemed happy but heroes lie all the time. Just like now, these people have a smile on their faces when they see you but will say these things behind your back.

You stop walking. What the hell are you doing?

You turn back around and stomp towards the group. “So, I push things onto him, yeah?”

The green-haired bastard turns around. His face lights up until he sees the steam coming out of your ears. “Dear-”

“Hush!” You stomp over to his friends. “Which one? Which one thinks I’m pushing things?” A boy with yellow hair and a lightning bolt stripe on it peeks from around Izuku. Fucking Denki! No wonder it sounded familiar.

You take Noa’s drawing and roll it up. He goes to protest but you slip him under your arm like a football. Without hesitation, you swing his paper at them in various places. Benio’s baby mama is the first to go. The paper swats her in the face then Denki Kaminari is next with several hits. The tape guy gets a jab in the face whereas the pink-cheeked one takes a beating since she has a big fucking mouth.

Izuku tries to grab the paper from you. In return, you swing it at him. “Dumb,” Smack. “Ass,” Smack. “Mother-”

He picks you up and is careful with Noa. “I dare any of you to say-let me go, stupid! Let me go! I’m not done-”

“Yes, you are.” His tone is harsh and stern; it makes you tense for a moment.

He enters the general studies dormitory with you over his shoulder. He goes up the stairs rather than take the elevator. The people who roam around stare at you. Ema in particular stops chewing her sandwich and watches with wide eyes.

You can’t believe this. “Why are you not saving me-”

Izuku goes up another flight of stairs, completely ignoring everyone. He sets Noa down and searches your back pocket for your room key. He unlocks the door and Noa runs in first towards his art set.

He puts you down and slams the door. Looking at his frown pisses you off. “You weren’t going to say anything. How many times have they talked shit about me, huh?” He doesn’t respond. Izuku’s chest falls and rises. You get up and go up to him.

“You suck! God, if you want to leave, then leave!”

“No!” Noa runs to his papa. Ah, shit.

“Papa’s not going anywhere, buddy. Don’t you worry about that, okay?” Noa squeezes his leg. Izuku kneels down to Noa’s level. “Alright? I’m not leaving.”

“She say-”

“Mm doesn’t understand that I’m not leaving. I’ll tell her.” Noa gives his papa a big kiss. Izuku sets him on his bed. Noa jumps on it. “I won’t be high!”

“Good!” Izuku turns to you. “I’m not leaving."

“You didn’t tell them. If we are such a burden, then the door is always open for you to go. I’m not going to let people think that way of us.” He sighs and comes closer. You end up backing up a few steps and hit the wall. Why's he mad at you? You didn't do anything wrong.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. They may be my friends, and I love them dearly, but they are wrong. This is my choice. You have never forced anything on me," His green eyes trail over your face. They soften greatly. "You know, I’m pretty sure they get the hint where you’re concerned. I haven’t seen them look like that in years.”

“And I’ll do it again.” You wanted and needed to release your anger. It's about time you let go. Who knows? Maybe hitting them with paper wasn't the right thing to do. Maybe you needed something heavier.

His hands are pressed on the wall by your sides. “I’m not going. I need you to breathe,” He sighs and leans in. “I’m not leaving, and you are not a burden. I’m happy to be here. I’m happy with you. Let me deal with them, (Y/n).”

Your arms are crossed and you look down. Noa keeps jumping on the bed while witnessing this. Although Izuku assured that he’d handle it, you can’t scratch out what they said nor can you let go of how he acted like a manic caveman. Both things are uncomfortable and he may not fully understand.

“What they said-”

“Is wrong. How can you be a burden?" He stops talking and moves his arms away. Izuku rubs the back of his neck. "How can you be a burden when it's fun to be around you? You’re smart, funny, a good person-”

“Izuku?”

“You’re strong and brave, creative and a fighter.” He's counting on his fingers.

“Um-” You've seen his muttering episodes, but this is the first time it's about you and not your quirk. His low voice continues without a hitch. Izuku looks directly into your eyes without shame. He may not realize that he’s verbally saying these things. “You smell good, and dress nice, you let Noa help you get ready which I think is really cute, and-” He freezes completely. His eyes are totally blank. If he was a robot, he’d be considered on the fritz.

Izuku covers his mouth to quiet the shriek. Because you’re a nice person, you change the subject.

“Look at his picture, Deku.” You mimic that one girl’s voice. What is that pink cheek's name? There is something there that can sense that she's going to be trouble. Not only was she talking mad shit about you, but you didn't like how she looked at her Deku.

You still had a hold on it when he carried you away. You hand him the blue paper. With a grin, he compliments it and agrees that it needs to be on the fridge of fame. “Hear that Noa? It’s going up!”

“Yes!” His little hands snatch it from his papa’s. He runs out the door with the two of you quickly behind. Noa bursts through the kitchen and puts one of the kids’ magnets on his paper. The little cupcake magnet and drawing stand out among the Post-it notes and lists.

“What’s all this?” Izuku, who has calmed down, touches one of the post-its that is losing its stickiness. You shrug and read it. “My list.”

You haven’t wanted to think about it, honestly. Not that you’re procrastinating, it’s just sad to think about. Everyone has a section of the kitchen. Yeah, it’s normal for everyone to borrow something from others, but it is still embarrassing when you’re the one who is constantly doing it. Throughout the years, you hoped you’d appear as a minimalist or something and not the struggling student that you’ve always been. Now that Izuku is frowning at your list and is opening your things, you are becoming mortified. How did he miss it in the first place? He was right here in the kitchen the other day.

“(Y/n)-”

You point to all the items you have. “Noa isn’t going without, okay? Look, I have food.” Izuku doesn’t say anything. Not one word. The clock dings a new hour.

“(Y/n), I want you to take this,” He digs into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “And get some groceries. I have to go so you’re going to have to go alone.”

His card is sleek and looks new. There isn't any wear and tear on it at all. “No.” Your response is automatic and made from a prideful will that has been built for years. Humiliation can sink into your flesh and make you hotter than a stove all it wants to, but the defense for your parenting and survival is something that can’t wait.

“Bunny, please take it-”

“No! I’m not a charity.” You snap.

He frowns as you point to the clock. “You have something to do, right? Noa, give sugars!”

Noa hugs Papa tight. “I’ll see you soon, Bub. And you,” Izuku points to you. “We’ll talk later.”

As he walks out of the dorm reluctantly. You watch as he disappears and wonder if you messed up. ----------

“Mm! I want something different.” He swishes his spoon that rested in his little white bowl. You sigh and look down at your hands. The soup is one you know by heart and rely on when times are tough. At his age, you were saying the same thing about the tomato soup. You now know what your mother felt during times of struggle. You suck in your lips and try to reason with Noa. “Just one more bite?”

He groans and pouts. He flicks his blue spoon again. “I want Papa.”

Yeah, this is way too familiar. “Noa, one more bite. Then you can talk to Papa. It’s dinnertime so he may be on his way.” Noa lights up and bounces in his chair. He happily scoops up some of his food and chews the noodles. “Mm, okay!” He extends his arms for the phone. You dial for Izuku and hand Noa the phone.

The entire time you don’t speak another word. You grab his unfinished food and your empty bowl that you reluctantly ate. In the pot is the soup you grew up with and you too became tired of it. You stir it as you look at its bits of onion and noodles.

“Mm, here you go! Papa had to leave but he’ll be home, okay?” He kisses your cheek and runs away to the living room. You wipe your hands on your apron.

You see the soup in the pot again and pour it out. You hang your head low and hit the counter with your hand. Relying on Deku for everything is not an option. You are an independent person who has fought and lived through the rough patches. No way are you going to rely on a partner for a project. What if you become accustomed to it? What if you become reliant on him and lose your way? He’s a nice man who decided that he really likes Noa. Nothing more than that. It’s ridiculous he offered his card in the first place.

Noa only ate a few bites. You need to get him to eat a little more but what? He’s been so picky lately, that it’s hard to keep up. At least Izuku feeds him well. When he’s with you, he refuses. Damn, your stupid, stupid pride. You take a deep breath and bite your lip. This project is stupid. What purpose does it serve? How is this helping you with anything other than increasing your hatred? Not just for heroes, but everything and everyone? Noa’s feelings about the tiring soup in the sink are too relatable. This project makes you feel so guilty, so inadequate. Is this how your mother felt when raising you? Did Izuku’s mama feel this way, too? Does he share the same feelings as you have right now?

Behind you, a familiar voice calls out. You quickly wipe your face as Noa’s hurried little feet pad across the floor. Speak of the devil, and he’ll appear. Izuku Midoriya stands behind you with Noa in one arm and a pizza in his other hand. The gesture is nice, it’s great. God, do you want to crumble that pizza in his face.

He sets them both down and grabs Noa a plate. “Here you go, bud. Go sit at the table.”

You remember back in the day, your mother would always say that the crust was her favorite part. Back then, you thought she was weird and didn’t realize that she was lying so you could eat. Looking at this giant pie that’s in front of you, you don’t have to repeat her words. And God, you hate Izuku for it. You’re happy and grateful even when this ball that goes from your stomach to your chest feels like he’s doing it out of spite. He’s not doing it to hurt you, you’re positive of that. He probably already picked it up before Noa called.

“Hey.” Izuku walks to you tentatively. His eyes scan you for anything out of place. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Dear, please.”

“I’m fine.” You walk past him until his arm sticks out to block you. His hand is spread against the wall to your side. His fingers still have specks of dirt on them and his knuckles are red again. What happened to his suit? He must’ve had a long day.

“Darling, please, what’s wrong?” You shake your head and side eye him. You miss the days where he was a bashful puppy dog. You’re happy that he’s comfortable and doesn’t look constipated all the time, though. “Nothing.”

He furrows his brows. “Did something happen? Did Kaibara mess with you?”

“No, no. It’s not that. I’ll deal with it on my own. It’s a personal problem.”

“The teachers? My friends? Who did it-”

You stop him. “No one did anything! It’s not that!” He sighs and tilts his head. “Please tell me. I can help.”

You know he can. He has given you the answer but it isn’t the answer you want. You need to stand on your own and here he is saying lean on him, let him carry you. This is new. Brand new and so shiny it hurts. You’re afraid to break it so you begin to hate its temptation to use it.

His provision won’t last. The project could end at any time.

“I don’t need you.” He looks struck for a second then recovers quickly. “Is this about the card?”

“No.”

“(Y/n).”

Noa tears into his slice of pizza that he dismembered. The cheese is to the side and has been picked on like a bird’s pecks. “He’s not eating what I can give him.”

“He’s at that stage. It’s normal, (Y/n).” You shake your head. “I mean, I can only give him the same thing over and over. He’s tired of it.”

Izuku hums and grabs a hold of your shoulders. “Well, that only means we’re going to the store.”

“I don’t need-”

“I’m his dad, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, I have to make sure he eats and if that means filling the fridge up, I’ll do it.”

There was a time when your mother would have jumped at this kind of offer. The time she was sick of soup and a five dollar pizza was a luxury she only got once in a blue moon. Now, here it is in front of you. It’s shiny like a diamond but temporary.

“I’ll pay for my own things.”

“If your friends were to ask you for something, would you give it to them if you had the means?”

“Yeah.” Maybe. Not likely.

“Good. Now eat so we can go.”

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Noa is hand and hand with the both of you. He swings around and giggles. Izuku looks at you in the corner of his eye. “I don’t mean to trample on your feelings.”

“Which one?"

He sighs. "I'd like to hear them all, if you don't mind."

You point at him and answer, "I'm not accustomed to being manhandled or told what to do, first of all." He twirls a green curl. A subtle flush blooms on his face. "Sorry about that. It was wrong of me, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was, you deranged caveman. And this," You wave your hand in the air. "I'm not used to it."

“I understand." He licks his lips. "I don't mean to hurt your feelings. I want to do the exact opposite."

Noa doesn't notice the conversation. Or maybe he does and isn't caring. “I appreciate it, I swear, but no one has ever done any of this, y’know? It’s like giving up the reins.”

“You're not-”

“Then I look at him and think I'm failing.” Izuku holds the door open for you. Noa skips the lines on the floor, hopping over them so he can stick to his pattern. Izuku grabs the cart and sticks Noa inside it, much to the toddler’s dislike. “You are not failing.”

Izuku brings out a sheet of paper with your handwriting on it from his pocket. He must’ve taken it when you weren’t looking. Seeing the length, it feels like someone is reading your homework in front of the class and you got every question wrong.

“Stop comparing yourself to people who have more and realize how far you’ve gotten without the resources they have. Noa is the oldest out of all of them. That alone should tell you that you are,” He puts his hand on your back and rubs circles on it. “An amazing mom. Don’t listen to those thoughts, okay?”

He reaches behind you and pulls All Might fruit snacks from the shelf. You roll your eyes. “That’s not on the list.”

“It is for me.” He looks at the box and murmurs about it being Silver Age All Might. You laugh and he perks up. "There she is."

The three of you continue on through the store, putting things in the cart from the list and then some. You are looking at noodles when you hear Izuku’s excited voice.

“Hey, look!” Izuku goes to a small section of hero merchandise. “Noa, do you like it?”

Izuku holds an All Might t-shirt in a slightly bigger size for Noa. Then, much to Izuku’s dismay and surprise, Noa wrinkles his nose and says that he doesn’t like All Might. Not because of the design of the shirt, but because to Noa, All Might wasn’t a good hero.

You’re going to strangle them both. Here you are with a cart filled with food and your two boys are arguing. Izuku Midoriya, the famed Deku, is arguing with a three-year-old on why All Might is a great hero.

“Nuh-uh!” Noa shakes his head. You cover your face with your hand. “Yes huh!”

Several people turn to look at the scene. Some look amused and others look at you to separate the two boys. You yank the shirt away and put it into the cart. You pull both of their ears. “Okay, Noa, you can wear the shirt to bed so no one will see it. Izuku, it’s okay if he doesn’t like All Might.”

“Ow.”

“Hush. Y’all so embarrassing, oh my God.” Noa sits in the cart which you leave with Izuku. When he opens his mouth, you snap. “Eh! No, it’s done, it’s over, boys!” You walk away shaking your head. Other mothers raise their eyebrows in shock at the two miscreants.

“Sorry, sorry.” You quickly head to the other aisle.

Suddenly, you hear two voices not belonging to your boys. They call out Izuku’s hero name. Curious, you peek around the corner to watch. He is stiff as a board when they take pictures with him. You can’t help but smile at his discomfort.

The guy in the yellow points to Noa. “Oh, it’s one of the U.A. babies!”

“I thought they were smaller?” The other sport horns on their head and has whiskers.

Shit, shit, shit! You turn into the aisle. Before you can take another step, Izuku’s soft expression towards Noa makes you stop. “Yeah, he’s mine. They grow! He’s already three. Aren’t you?”

Noa kicks his feet and repeats his age. It’s heartwarming seeing how proud he is of Noa. Alas, there is a deep feeling that this is about to go south soon. As if you manifested it, one of them asks, “So, when’s the big showdown anyway?”

“What?”

They ignore his question and keep talking. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to see at least one hero give a damn. But I still don’t think this project is fair.”

You suppress a smile from their support. “I agree. It doesn’t make sense to me and a lot of us. But I’m happy to be a part of it. I mean, look at him!”

One of the fans bounces and waves at Noa which he returns. “He looks just like you!” Clearly, Noa favors you! Now is not the time to argue about it, though. What you need to do is get Izuku away from them.

“He does look a lot like me, huh?” Izuku’s voice is soft and his eyes match the tone. It’d be a sweet moment if his fans weren’t talking.

“Doesn’t that mean you spend a lot of time with him? I saw on-”

“Yeah! The class with all the babies talks about it a lot. Leave it to Deku to be a great dad to Noa!”

Izuku’s bashful face turns into confusion. “Wait, how do you know-”

“From the videos. What are they-I think General Studies are putting an argument together! Isn’t that cool?”

Izuku’s eyes widen and his mouth parts. The horned one waves their arms. “I-I’m sure not you, though! I mean, look at Noa! Clearly, you’re one of the good ones.”

“As expected! Even though heroes are acting like shit.” They mutter.

Izuku turns his head to you, who is standing at the end of the aisle no doubt looking like a deer in headlights. His fans follow and wave at you. “See! Her, right there.”

You were so stressed out about the project, you forgot that people have eyes and memories. You didn’t expect people to recognize you. If only you could have snuck out of here like a smooth criminal.

“Good luck with Hawks!”

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Izuku carries in the groceries all by himself while you handle Noa. He even helps put the stuff away despite it being past curfew to enter the dorms. The three of you barely made it in time.

“Izuku?” He remains quiet and picks Noa up. He goes to your room, making you follow him. Like the magician he is, Izuku managed to get Noa to sleep just by walking to your room. He changes his son's clothes and tucks him in.

“He can brush his teeth in the morning.” Noa’s papa whispers. In his hand is the bag with the things Noa threw in there. Some toys, a random hat, and a magazine about pandas he found in the checkout. Izuku takes all of it out and starts to put stuff away.

“Izuku, please say something.” Izuku straightens up with more of Noa’s things in his hand to put them in the proper place.

“I need some of his things in my room too.” If it were a different situation, you may have giggled given how fatherly he’s acted today while wearing a t-shirt that hugs him loosely with the word “Dad” on it.

“S-sure. We can do tomorrow since-”

He interrupts you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You start to stutter. “B-because I knew you’d be against it since it has to do with your friends and the teachers you adore so much. If you knew that we’re building a case against you guys, you’d’ve been furious!”

He doesn’t say anything but continues to put Noa’s things away in drawers. He then goes to your bed and starts to make it. “Izuku, please. You know I’m right.”

He stops tucking in the comforter and stares at you. “You should’ve told me, (Y/n).”

You shift on your feet and bite your lip. “Izuku, I’m not trying to hurt you. Just the heroes and your friends.”

He sighs and finishes the bed. It’s pristine and so tight you could bounce a quarter on it. “Why can’t you be honest with me?”

“About me going to your boss’s boss and telling him of this travesty? You would have accepted that? Come on, Izuku. You’d’ve hated me. Hell, you’re mad now!”

“I know I’m mad! I’m pissed off. Not just because you’re going to attack my friends and our teachers, but you lied.” He fluffs your pillows and arranges them in proper order.

“Lied?”

“Lying by omission. You didn’t even say anything. Damn it, (Y/n). Why didn’t you trust me? Why aren’t you giving my friends a chance?”

You scoff at his take and his hypocrisy. Does he not remember hiding the caregiver situation? “A chance? They’ve had months of chances and they’ve turned them away. And your dear teachers add to our pain with no remorse. Yes, yes, I didn’t tell you. Yes, I am taking everyone to the hero commission. It's going to hurt. But this is happening. We’re struggling, we’re in pain. Damn it, Deku. How many times do I have to cry in front of you for you to understand what’s really going on?”

He clenches his fists then let's go. You continue your rant relentlessly. “Not to mention that whole caregiver thing you were hiding! Yeah, I still remember that. So, let us not forget who the liar is here.”

"Oh my-" He stops in the middle of his sentence and looks around your room. You roll your eyes and gesture around. "You're running out of things to clean. What's next? The windows? Need some Windex?"

His eyes go to your window and to your door. He heads to it before he's stopped by your hand. "Okay, no, no, no!" Izuku's nostrils are flared. The deep frown looks like it'll be permanent if he doesn't ease up. He clenches his fists repeatedly then lets go.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), I’m sorry! I get it. A false hero society, right?” He sighs and plops down on your bed. Izuku rubs his face. “I know, I know. You’re not the first one.”

The confession makes you freeze. He goes on, “What’s happening is wrong. You’re right about that. But why couldn’t you have told me? Trust me? Yes, I messed up several times. Probably more than I’ve made you feel safe, (Y/n).”

He’s hurt you and lied. However, he has made you feel safe before. You aren't taking that from him.

“Because these people are heroes and you look up to them. I couldn’t risk you turning us in when we’re not ready. I’m still afraid you’ll go against me,” You stare into his green eyes. “I’m gunning for all of the heroes. The way you feel the need to fight a villain is the same way I feel. We’ve been wronged time and time again. You can’t see it since it’s not happening to you. Izuku, hon, you’re important to me but this is important too.”

He can keep a secret, just like he did when he knew you were working. But this concerns the people he loves. His steps reach you in no time. He whispers, “It’ll hurt me. But as long as it’s you, then fine.”

Before, it may have been genuine but now it sounds like he’s reminding himself to set an alarm clock or do homework. After a few beats of silence, you ask, “Are you going to tell?”

Gazing into your eyes, he says, “I’m going to help. Tell me what to do.”

If he’d let you, you’d give him a kiss that’d rival his dream. The one that was from The Greatest Love Story. In the book, it is said that there were only a few legendary kisses. If he would want it, you’d give him another. Not because you’re using him for the cause, but because it’s him.

“Honestly, I need help with um, insider information,” He raises his brows. “I also need help with school. We all do, actually. You see, this project is messing with us. It’s hard to take care of kids, go to school full time, work, and plan mass destruction.”

You intended for that to be playful, and it fell flat instead.

“I’ll help you. We can study together some more.” He tilts his head. “I have some of my old notes that you guys can use, too.”

You know what he’s doing. Izuku’s trying to distract himself from what’s bothering him. Because of Noa, he’s put himself directly into the line of fire. Metaphorically sacrificing himself. And this happens after he thanked you for being a safe haven. How do you make it better?

“I’ll take Noa more often. We need to bond more anyway.”

“Are you sure about this?” His green curls move when he nods his head. He hugs you, fitting your face against him. “What’s happening is wrong. It’s not fair to you or anyone else.”

You nod and hug him back since he’s muffled your mouth. He has gotten relaxed with you to where he can talk and touch without turning into a tomato. Izuku doesn't hesitate to call you an affectionate name since the two of you are friends. He feels comfortable enough to argue with you without stuttering. You don't like that but at least he'd tell you what he feels. Right now, you ripped that away from him.

Suddenly, his pocket vibrates. Izuku hums and brings it out. On it is the name Ochako. He hides the message and sticks it back in his pocket. Before you can bring it up, he hugs you again.

His shoulders shake and there is a sniffle in your ear. “Izuku, be honest with me. If this is too much, let me know.” You whisper.

In response, Izuku rubs your back in circles. You know that he agrees that the baby project is nonsensical, but the people who you are punishing are his friends and comrades. Heroes need to be put in their place but Izuku's crying. How do you make it less painful?

You hug him tighter and place soft kisses on him as wet droplets fall on your shoulder.

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opheliachoi99 · 1 month ago

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¿ The Villain ?

MICHAEL KAISER X READER ( as Elisse Noa )

ABOUT : a story taking place within the field itself. Whereas Michael Kaiser, and you compete end-to-end over a stupid bet that the emperor made himself. Who would conquer the game? The blue devil or the villainess herself?

There will be a small Bonus part at the end!

PART 3/3 ¡Thank you for reading!

— Now the game is more heated than before "what's this? Elisse Noa, and Michael Kaiser are in some sort of a heated argument? What are they- a couple?" The announcer cheekily squealed.

"My sister and Michael?!?! This is— interesting- and weird at the same time.." Noel sat on the bench disappointed "But hey! Your sister is an amazing player, never seen a woman who is so cool in playing soccer, if she was in Blue Lock, she would've been the striker of the team" Anri stated "I simply agree on that." Ego came out of nowhere "Somehow, Elisse has potential, she has the spirit of a true striker, breaking the gender criticism. She's quite like you on the field but multiple times better than you." Ego added.

"Truth hurts, but we trained her at a young age, of course she evolves greater than any of us in the family, she already discovered her flow and ego the moment she stepped foot in the nationals." Noel proudly stated.

"I see.. I have a gut feeling, she would use a certain move, that could beat the emperor." Ego philosophically stated "oh? And what is that?" "You'll see..." He rested his chin in his hands focusing on the intense game.

A certain move? Hmm..

Bastard Mūnchen - 4

Schurke Strikers - 4

15 minutes left on the clock, the game really intensfies. All of the people were sweating and terrified as the team goes neck-to-neck.

"Shit, now what? 15 minutes left, and if they take the ball, it's game over." Isagi panted yet with a disappointed face. "Well no shit, we'll take the ball, and I'll score once and for all." Kaiser huffed "Oh be for real right now, only you and Isagi had scored this whole time! The fuck you mean "once and for all"?!?" Kiyora angrily yelled.

~ Whistle ~

"Go big or go home they say" Yukimiya said as he sped his way towards the ball "Go pass it to Hiori!!" Isagi yelled as Yukimiya swiftly passes it to Hiori "Pass it to Kaiser!" Ness added. "I know, he's our only hope." Hiori stated as he passed the ball to Kaiser.

"KAISER! DO NOT FAIL US YOU CLOWN!" Isagi yelled as Kaiser immediately got his brain all heated up "Shut up! You genius!"

Finally Kaiser was already in the goal zone, his blue flames finally took over "Game over, Schurke Strikers" He smirked.

"Nuh-uh~ not so fast~"

His eyes landed on you as you berserked in front of him. "You're too late sweet cheeks" He flirted "Your soccer career ends here."

"You look hot with your blue rose tattoo"

You complimented. Kaiser freezes, "What-?" He stopped. "Thanks" you said as you snatched the ball and immediately ran towards the goal. "Guess who won the bet" You proudly grin, and kicked the ball immediately to the centre goal.

You took a deep and long breath..

"GOAAALLL!!"

Crowd cheered so loudly you could barely here your own scream.

The opposing team was too stunned at the moment, especially Kaiser. "She.."

"She did her tactic." Ego stated "That was her trick. To simply distract Kaiser with her charm." Ego proudly added. "Damn.. My sister knows how to flirt?!?!" Noel let out a disappointing tone. "Don't treat your sister as a little girl anymore. She has evolved."

— At the field —

"She's so evil for that.." Ness spoke "I mean, they're team name says it all-" Kiyora sighed.

"Kaiser! What the fuck happened out there!?" Isagi angrily approached Kaiser "S-she.."

"SHE WHAT?!"

"Complimented me.."

"The fuck you mean?! That's it?! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS KAISER!!" "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!"

"Understand what?! You're basically folded in the middle of the fucking field!" You approached "Hey, we won, I won. About the bet?" You smirked. "Shit." Kaiser scoffed.

"You thought I would forget? That stupid bet you made was unfair.. You get to ask me out if you lose, and if I lose I get to stop playing soccer!? The fuck are you on" You sent out a slap in Kaiser's face.

"If you want to ask me out, do it in a way were gambling is not involved." You stated and walked away, approaching your brother Noel.

"Okay eure hoheit.. I'll do as you please" He smirked.

You approached Noel and gave him a tight hug "I did it!!" You proudly said "Yes you did! I'm so proud of you!" Noel hugged back "So.. Is Kaiser asking you out? Since he lost the bet" Noel chuckled "Yeah, he will, but I won't be giving him an easy task" You smirked.

— Time skip —

It's been 4 months since the game passed, and yet Kaiser was a man of his word. He'd been asking you out since that day until now.

You two are currently in a flower garden, since you wanted to be here and to surprise Kaiser. When you two got to know each other, you realized he was actually a nice guy. Sure, there are times where you couldn't keep up with his ego, but he is trying his best to be a gentleman as possible when it comes to you.

"What are we doing in a flower garden Fräulein schön?" He curiously asked innocently. You simply chuckled as you spotted a field of blue roses "Ta-da! I wanted to see this field" You smiled. "Elisse..." He went to the field of roses appreciating every single petal.

"You're really a sweety aren't ya? But a whole different person when it comes to soccer-" "I could say the same to you meine dame" You both laughed.

"Michael.. You can't be my suitor anymore." You said in a stern tone "What? Pardon? What do you mean?" He looked at you with despair in his eyes "Did I do something wrong? I swear the bet is over! The moment I got to know about you, I was wrong about everything! I swear! Please don't leav—"

"Stop overreacting- you can't be my suitor and my boyfriend at the same time right?" You cheekily smirked. "W-what—?"

You loudly laughed as you saw Kaiser's face looking so damn confused "So this is "God's Chosen Emperor?" I'm fazed! He looks like a cute innocent dog to me" You continuously laughed.

"Wait.. Boyfriend? Does that mean—"

"Yes, I already accepted you as mine.."

He carried you as he spun you around in the middle of a blue rose field, petals flying all over the place. He stopped as he was still carrying you, having a sentimental eye-contact. "Is this for real? Baby I can't believe it.. I promise to take really good care of you, just as how you were taken cared of your parents and Noel." He smiled.

"You better be, no take backs! I lowered my standards for you!" You jokingly stated "Oh meine schatz, I'm the standard, you're lucky to have a guy like me" He mischievously winked "Ew. You're so cringe micha"

"Micha.. I like that.." You both leaned for a kiss, a passionate one for sure.

"Ich liebe dich, meine Kaiser"

"Oh? I thought you "hated me to the core" hmm?" He teased "Oh c'mon, I really did hate you for being a jerk." You both laughed.

"Ich liebe dich, meine Kaiserin"

End

Bonus

Both you and Kaiser officially announced your relationship to Noel and to Blue Lock.

"HE'S YOUR WHAT NOW—?!" Noel fainted.

"Congrats lovebirds! Finally someone who can handle Kaiser" Yukimiya and Kiyora jested.

"NOO! MY BELOVED KAISER IS NOW TAKEN?!" Ness was not taking the news. "Well, at least someone can tame this clown" Isagi confided with himself.

"Oh shut up, y'all are just jealous you couldn't pull any bitches" Kaiser stuck out his tongue.

"EXCUSE ME—"

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crownedinmarigolds · 5 months ago

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This isnt apart of the game,(which is so fun and im loving learning about ppls vamps) but im feeling bold and not socially afraid- what IS/Was the deal with noa and her brother? What are her thoughts/feelings after all this time?

Ohhh thank you for being interested! I'm sorry if this comes out super rambling and incoherent! I guess it'd just be best to tell their story! It's really not as black and white as it appears, and feelings are extremely nuanced and messy when it comes to family and abuse. It seems easy as an outsider looking it to make commentary and theorize about what you would've done, but you just never know!

Joaquin Hidalgo is the eldest son to Vincento Hidalgo-Giovanni and his wife Ingrid Giovanni. The Hidalgo bloodline had only been a part of the Giovanni clan for a few generations, and young Vincento was a necromancer prodigy who married a main clan daughter who would bear his children and continue the family line. They were blessed with three sons - Joaquin, Eduardo, Ferdinand - and a little daughter, Noa. By all means they were very normal for a incredibly rich family with dealings in the local cartels of Mexico and the secret vampire clans that trace back to Italy. The parents seemed to get along, the children were growing up fine and developing their own ways and personalities. Joaquin certainly felt pressured as the eldest, but it was still "normal."

One evening the family was going out in a chauffeured vehicle, probably to dinner or maybe even a movie, when they were suddenly gunned down by unknown assailants. Joaquin at the time was thirteen and tackled little Noa, freshly seven, to the car floor where they dodged the hail, but the rest of the family were not so lucky. Mother and their other two brothers were killed instantly, while their father had seconds after to try and say something but ultimately couldn't, and the fresh orphans watched him die beside the rest of their already gone family. Joaquin promised Noa next to their bodies that he would never let her be hurt like this, and she believed him, and they vowed to be together for eternity. Not long thankfully after they were pulled from the car by people who called themselves their "family," where they were taken home and a bunch of strangers busied themselves with getting funerals set up and other various grown up things. A few days later, their father comes walking through the front door. Paler, walking with a cane from his injuries, strangely colder in personality, but THERE. Joaquin immediately felt like something was wrong, but Noa interpreted this as a miracle.

Over the years, Father ruled the house as a father would, but he ran it a bit crueler, a bit more seriously. Joaquin, having been old enough to really get that things were off, bit back and fought, and was often put back in his place through physical violence. Noa watched him go through this and learned to keep quiet if she wanted to not be struck. When she got old enough, Father finally revealed the vampiric nature of their bloodline to the both of them. Noa was then ghouled as soon as she could, her body still young, practically stunting her - but it gave her access to incredible magics. Joaquin was ghouled and practically made a mad dog bully for the human side of the clan, which pissed him off further. There was a weird mixture of feelings between the two of them - the jealousy of seeing his baby sister succeed where he always failed, the relief the pressure wasn't on him to be a necromancer, the fury of seeing her adoration and love of family being used to manipulate her. He loved Noa, she loved him, and things grew more and more confusing. He was allowed to go out but nothing satisfied him, especially when he took more and more vitae. She was locked inside the house for her protection, and also to study. In our personal headcanon (though this may be canon for Gio Ghouls??) the vitae makes one fiercely loyal to the Giovanni, and it twists one up to chase after family. Things did get a little "far" between them during this time, but they never fully culminated anything. Things got worse for Joaquin when a Tremere ghoul contact joined his little posse - Nythanel Loken - who became his sister's best friend and biggest advocate. Everything was coming up Noa and it bothered him, and there was a million confusing reasons why.

He finally decided to put his foot down when she revealed that Father told her that she would be Embraced. She was so excited, and then he was told straight from Father later he was going to be shipped off to Italy to both learn things and marry into a bloodline to essentially be a baby pumping factory until he was found worthy of an Embrace or died. No Noa, no real future other than providing some genetics. He knew through his contacts where to find the Sabbat, and he led them right to the family compound to rid the world of one more vampiric smear. However the Sabbat being the Sabbat went harder than he wanted - capturing him and killing and enslaving the spirits of many who were there and not giving him his sister. He had no idea where she was, but she wasn't with him. Eventually he escaped their clutches and ran to America, completely alone. He then dedicated his existence to becoming a hunter, using his knowledge during his time as a ghoul against vampiric scum and even other supernaturals. He met his buddy Ray who joined him for a few good years of hunting, and then it all came crashing down when he found Nyth and Noa again in Reno Nevada in 1993. It's been over a decade since he knew of Noa's whereabouts, and now he was so close. Years and years of weird feelings were crashing back, because it was all real again. He was past forty now, getting desperate to cling to something beyond hate again.

Eventually - Ray was killed by Joaquin for nearly killing Noa, and they were finally together for good this time. No Ray, seemingly no Nyth, and the family out of their hair. He clumsily culminated their long awaited reunion in a motel they ran off to hide in while she still mourned, Nyth's body close by, Ray's left behind, and poor Julian the ghoul in the next room over. Noa afterwards insisted she make a plan with the family to get Nyth back to her, which pissed Joaquin off but he was in love and back with her again so what could he do.

She told him they could be together for good when he was Embraced by her or someone within the family, but he staunchly refused to be turned. He never wants the vitae again, he never wants to become a supernatural creature. He wants to be with her for Eternity, but he cannot become an immortal. This is the defining moment that leads to his demise at her hands. As she worked with the Family and eventually the Setites to bring Nyth back to full health, Joaquin grew more and more irritating and controlling. He hated her deeper descent into Necromancy and dealing with two-faced Kindred, he hated her pulling away from him when they were finally together. She was clearly furious with him, and it felt like it was falling apart.

One night she was sweet to him again, saying that it was all almost over. Nythanel's notes and her own studies mixing with Setite sorcery were going to bring her friend back. They just needed a body to house Nyth. Joaquin killed Julian the ghoul for Noa, and together they prepared the ritual to "resurrect" Nythanel. Joaquin also had the gut feeling this night wouldn't just end in Julian's death, but his own. Noa approached the ritual room dressed in something clingy, and when Nyth and Julian's body was prepped, she explained the rest of the ritual required more blood, more life. They were together for the last time, Noa drinking the vitae direct him him, and in his own terrible way he was happy. She was happy. He was finally satisfying to her. Joaquin died happy.

OKAY SO. It just feels so rambly! Feel free to ask for more specifics I TRIED to do bare minimum but uh….

Noa after this time loves Joaquin, and she still can't let him go even now in modern nights. She knows his spirit is out there, and he will make his way back to her somehow.

It's just very confusing because yes, he took advantage of her and abused her, but she loved him so much. They in a way were all the other had, they just coped very differently… ahhh. Sorry. I don't know if I'm really relaying everything properly! Thank you for asking!!!

#noa #joaquin #hecata #giovanni #answered asks #insatiablewit #long post #world of darkness #vampire the masquerade #vtm #vtm oc #incest mention #sorry they're giovanni #nyth #julian #wilted roses

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thal-ent · 4 months ago

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(Jeanne belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author , Balzac to @soupedepates , Swan to @noa-de-cajou and Serena to @hel-phoenyx )

There's a letter that stays unopen on his desk.

He knows who it's from, the seal of the oh so important Ordinn family stamped on the wax keeping it closed. He doesn't know why it's here, and none of his friends dared to ask why his good eye suddenly turned dark when faced with the familiar handwriting.

"To Joël Auguste Maxime Ordinn", followed by the adress of his humble potion shop. He doesn't know how she got that adress, why she suddenly decided to contact him again after decades. Why the use of names he didn't tell anyone after leaving the Republic. He does know he's looking at that letter like a mad man and his good arm is hurting from how much he's crushing it in his metal one.

He take the fine letter opener he bought years ago and cuts the top of the enveloppe, has half a mind to hope that if she contacts him, it better be because someone died.

"My dear and only son".

He wants to puke. The letter is put back on the desk with force and he thinks the sound makes Selena jumps, somewhere behind him. The scent of her perfume is still on everything she touches, even a simple letter destined to a son she didn't even look in the eyes when she told him to go. The dear is a bold lie that she has to know he wont believe in.

"I hope this letter finds you well. I am truly sorry for never contacting you sooner, hoever there is something you must know. Your father is on his death bed, afflicted by the greatest sickness of all that is age."

He stiffles a dry laugh. So, finally, his father is about to die. Maybe he's being vindicative in hoping that man is suffering, his gray hair the only touch of color left on his too old body. He was already too old when he had Joël, anyways. Swan looks at him weirdly, like they know that expression and they don't like it. But Swan also knows when it's best they stay silent, and now is one of those moments.

"He wishes to see you one last time, before his-"

He doesn't finish reading any more than that, barely sees the "best regards, your mother" at the end of the page as the dagger he found a lifetime ago in a palace sets fire to the paper.

Balzac comes to him, when the last of the ink is gone, and Joël simply sighs in relief. He softly pats the head of the bialakorn, his fur soothing the ache as Jeanne asks without a word how he's feeling. He simply smiles to her and grabs his cane, lighter than he was in years.

#thal talk #thal'imagination #joel has a bit of a complicated relationship with his parents lmao #and he's a bit of a bitch about them if asked #lysara

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soupedepates · 4 months ago

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Bazyli and Hanko belong to @noa-de-cajou

"Are you sick? Like. Idalia Lupsowiec. Asking for advice. To me."

"Don't give me shit for this Bazyli, or go on and you'll pay for the beers and the kebabs", I retort immediately.

"Ahah, I've said no word!" He laughs, then gives me that bratty grin. "So. What's the matter? Why do you need my immense wisdom for? Another argument with Zuza?"

"...kinda? But not really?"

"...Explain yourself?"

"Y'know Zuza is highly strung these days. With Czcibor at the hospital and all. And this weekend, I had Dima over. And Hanko was here. Like, he is always here, so I'm used to it and Dima knows him so I didn't think it would cause problems. So I just went to do the groceries for dinner and all. And..." I stop to think about my words. I am no good with 'em. Never liked 'em. "And something happened between Hanko and Dima. You know how I am with my kid, I guess I am something a bit overprotective but he is so young y'know... And OF COURSE Zuza is on Hanko's side."

"Yeah but what the actual fuck? What do you know advice for?"

"Listen, Dima had stolen my lighter and tried to light Hanko's hair on fire."

Bazyli almost drops his glass.

"He what."

"Dima is SIX, Hanko terrifies him! And I don't know, things must have gotten a bit heated about his reading exercises? Zuza told me she found Hanko holding my crying Dima by the collar. She assures me he didn't hit my kid but how can I be sure of that? Why would someone react like that with a six-year-old?"

"...That's a fucking lot to process."

"And that's not all. So now Hanko is with Zuza's mother and that hag won't let me talk to him. And Zuza is now mad at me for 'not being strict enough with my son', but hey! That's coming from the woman with an addict son hospitalised for an overdose! Talk about strictness in parenting! And now she-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Ida", he says abruptly. "Hanko has A LOT going on. Like, a LOT. I don't know how much, but clearly a fuckton of problems. Hell, if I had been him, I would've punched your kid in the face."

He sips his beer before continuing: "Sure, sure, Dmitry is six and the situation for him is difficult. TRUST ME, I know that shit. That ain't an excuse for that. I'm not saying to ground Dmitry forever. I'm saying he needs you to parent him for once. You can't let your ex do all the work when you know she's overwhelmed. And that's not Zuza's job, especially knowing that the kid hates her guts."

"I'm-"

"Not now kitten, daddy's speaking." He finishes his glass. "That's not okay to burn someone's hair. He gotta learn that. You gotta teach him that. That violence is not an appropriate answer."

He pauses, staring right at me. Fuck. The thing is, I listen to Bazyli. We're friends, and his insight often brings a better outlook on things. We're helping each other. That's why I asked him to hang out today after my shift.

"What should I do with Hanko, then? Let it slide?"

"You can also have a calm and reasoned talk with him. Y'know, like the adult you're supposed to be. Show Danuta you're not gonna hit him or whatever, go on a stroll with him, and yeah, just talk. It's the best thing to do."

"I still have to deal with Zuza. I've never seen her so mad at me", I respond.

"Gosh Idalia. You hurt your girlfriend in a moment she is extremely vulnerable and you're threatening to one of her kids. Think Idalia, THINK."

"What."

"You, perhaps, probably, should apologise and make up for it."

"Yeah", I sigh, forced to admit that he's right.

"Listen, I know you're head over heels for her, and she loves you too. But damn Idalia. One day, she'll eventually have enough of your bullshit if you don't fix your attitude. And we both know that you will do something stupid if you end up single."

At this thought I blemish. She wouldn't leave me. Would she?

"I don't wanna be the harbinger of bad news but stay jerky, die lonely. Perhaps you should see a therapist, your BPD is showing and as a friend I'm worried about you."

"What BPD-"

"Exactly. So, you pay and we'll get kebabs?"

#oc #lysara #modern au #sometimes idalia can be reasoned #rarely tho

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aurorafables · 9 months ago

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From the Grey, Chapter 3.

Here we go again :)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, F/M, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic

Word Count: 4.3k

Cross-posted: AO3

It was barely past five in the morning, but I felt like I couldn't wait any longer. As quietly as possible, I sat up in bed, got out from under the covers, and headed towards my bag to put on the clothes I had prepared the night before. When I successfully completed this task without waking Maya, I snuck off to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before heading out. I was waiting to finally step out the door of their house, because for the last two days I felt like I was locked up.

The whole madness started when Maya couldn't even bear the thought that I didn't want to spend all my two free weeks with her. Therefore, from the moment I arrived, she tried to persuade me to stay with her with nice words, and when that didn't work, she tried to convince me that it was my duty to spend all my free time with her. It all got so bad that the day before I was already counting down the minutes until the plane took off, and I couldn't even sleep properly. When we got into bed at night, Maya blinked at me from under her long eyelashes, then her hand slipped under my boxers, and… I felt that if I gave her what she wanted, maybe she would leave it alone until morning. We had sex so that I would silence her guilt-inducing monologues. To pass the time. And these thoughts did not let me sleep.

I placed a quick kiss on Maya's bare shoulder and then I was gone. While I was waiting for the taxi in the morning orange sunlight, I lit a cigarette. My hands were shaking, even though it wasn't cold at all. I wanted to blame it on tiredness, but I know it was caused by the turmoil of repressed emotions. I rarely felt like yelling, but then I really wanted to. I texted Noah from the airport about my approximate arrival time. I didn't want to call him because he must have been asleep. It was only five in the morning in California when I got on the morning flight. I managed to take an hour's nap before we landed, and after a bit of rest, the past few days with Maya felt less desperate. I headed to the rental car, and after I picked up the car, I still had two hours of driving ahead of me, so I got a big cup of coffee beforehand.

It was ten o'clock when I decided on the way to call Noah because he didn't answer my message. “Good morning,” I greeted enthusiastically, to which a small grunt was the answer. It's like waking a bear from its winter sleep. I laughed at myself. “It would be time to get up to start my breakfast.” “Where are you?” Noah asked sleepily. "Less than an hour and I'll be there," I told him. “Scrambled eggs, please.” “Pff… and what makes you think there are eggs in the fridge anyway?” “Have you ever seen yourself when hungry? There must be something in the fridge that you can throw together for me.” Noah was silent for a moment, then sighed dramatically. "Maybe you’re right, but I'm not sure I can follow that logic this early," he admitted. “Okay. I want scrambled eggs, that's the point,” I said unflinchingly, with a laugh in my voice. “And a coffee will come in handy, too. For both of us.” Noah made a noise that sounded like agreement.

As I drove between tall rocks and evergreens, I listened to his breathing. It's been eight days and I'm already missing him. We didn't part as best friends, and it all seemed to take a heavy toll on my past week. I wanted to sit down and talk. Somewhere along the line I lost track of Karin and couldn't wait to catch up. Maybe she wasn't the best person, but if Noah needs her, I'm definitely not going to stand in their way. We'll be fine - I'll even be nice to her - as long as she doesn't hurt my best friend. I wanted to make sure that I would support him in anything, and if I had to, I would stand up to anyone for Karin. “Noah,” I sighed, which was answered by a small whimper. I smiled. I think he's half asleep already. “I'll see you soon,”I told him quietly, because I didn't want to wake him up. I could almost see his sleepy eyes, his messy hair, the pillow mark on his face. With such an intense tour, we all needed a few long naps. I ended the call and tried to keep myself awake for the rest of the time admiring the nature. The sun was shining, I could feel myself sweating even under my sunglasses.

It was almost noon when I arrived at the lakeside cottage. I parked next to Noah's SUV and took out my package from the back seat. The first thing that always stood out when I got there was the peace and quiet, and the crystal clear air. Birds chirped, ducks quacked in the distance, but no human noise penetrated the shelter. It's been a while since I've seen another car coming up the little road, and I think that's what Noah loved so much about this place. Sometimes it meant more than anything to be able to shut ourselves away from the world, especially to him. He needed silence and solitude as much as he needed thousands of fans to sing with him. That's how it worked, that's how he was able to recharge.

I went up the small stairs to the terrace and took out the spare key from under the flower pot, which I then used to open the front door. The floor creaked under my feet as I entered the living room. I tried to sneak upstairs quietly, but the wooden stairs wouldn't cooperate with me. It's okay, it was time to wake up Noah anyway. First I dropped my bag into the empty room, then carefully opened into Noah's room.

The blinds were still drawn, but the sun still flooded the small room with orange light. There wasn't much inside, just a bed, a wardrobe, a floor lamp, and a comfortable, ancient armchair next to it. Noah was lying on his back, one long, tattooed arm bent over his head and the other resting on his bare stomach. He slowly opened one eye, and when he was sure it was really me, he smiled lazily. He looked exactly as I imagined on the road: like a sleepy kitten just waking up. I completely banished the thought of how rough we were with each other last time, my legs started on their own towards the bed. I knelt on the mattress and kissed his cheek, then after a little hesitation I hugged him. I was afraid that he would push me away or just would have remained motionless like a piece of stone, but my worries were unfounded. He wrapped his arms around me, and I fell headfirst onto his pillow between his shoulders and neck. His skin was still warm from sleep, his shower gel mixed with his own scent and a little sweat. Everything I know, everything I love… he smelled like home. “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” “I'll make you breakfast.” “I'm not against it,” I muttered to him, but he still didn't let me pull away.

I turned a little to the side to catch my breath, and then I saw the oppressed cigarette stubs in the ashes. “Did you smoke?” I asked him, but I tried not to be judgmental. Noah has had issues with weed before and I preferred to have someone with him when he lit up to remind him to be moderate. Of course, I would never admit that to him. "In the evening… maybe… a little," he said contritely. “I was bored. Then I called Jesse and we talked for about three hours.” “You can also call me if you are bored.” “I didn't want to spoil your evening with Maya.” I was glad he couldn't see my face. I'm sure he would have been able to tell by the flutter of my eyelashes that something was wrong. Would it have bothered me if he would have called me to prevent something that, unfortunately, for my taste, was closer to fucking than to making love? No, I don't think so…and maybe that call would have saved me the guilt. “You can call me at any time,” I assured him and slowly unwrapped myself from the hug. “I know,” he answered, scanning my face. “You look tired” “Uhm, yeah. The trip, and things like that,… “ I said half-heartedly and started towards the door, then looked back at him. He was already sitting up in bed, hair was a mess and his face was a little grumpy. Neither of us really liked mornings. “I'll take a quick shower, then we'll eat something together. After that, I might sleep a little, if that's okay.” “Of course, whatever you want.”

I went back to my room, looked for clean underwear, a pair of comfortable shorts and a t-shirt, then locked myself in the bathroom. I was already undressing when I remembered I left my toiletry bag outside, but I was sure Noah wouldn't mind if I used his shower gel. I put my hair in a bun on top of my head, then stepped into the small shower and turned the water to lukewarm to freshen up a bit… and wake up. According to my sense of time, it should have been well into the afternoon, but here it wasn't even noon. I'm still having a hard time getting used to the time difference, but since we've been touring all over the world, I've been able to practice a bit. I quickly toweled off and put on my clothes. I felt much better. When I walked down the stairs to the kitchen and smelled the coffee and fried bacon, I smiled straight away. "Sit down, I'll bring the breakfast," Noah said as he pointed to the table with the wooden spoon. My scrambled eggs soon arrived, medium done, just the way I liked them accompanied with a cup of coffee. Noah sat across, waiting for me to taste it. I knew he wasn't going to start his own portion until he saw my reaction. I dipped one corner of the toast into the egg, then bit into it. I may have played a bit when I let out a contented moan with my eyes closed.

"This is divine," I said happily as I continued to eat. Noah smiled back, then joined me. We cleared everything off our plates in ten minutes, and I offered to wash up, but he shook his head firmly. “Get some more sleep.” I didn't object, I really needed some rest. I stretched out, drank the last sip of coffee, then got up from the table. I stepped behind him as he sat hunched over by the small table, resting my forearms on his shoulders and snuggling up to his face. He took a deep breath, then he returned the gesture. I think we spent too much time with my cats. “Thank you for the breakfast, it was delicious.” "I'm good at scrambled eggs," Noah chuckled. “Not just in scrambled eggs. Or are you modest because you want to hide from cooking?” I teased him. “Calm down. If you want some cereal, I'll mix it perfectly with the milk.” I laughed tiredly. "Tomorrow," I answered with a yawn. ”But I'll take care of the dinner. Talk to you later,” I said, straightening up and walking towards the stairs. "I'm glad you're here," Noah said after me, and when I turned around, I returned his grateful smile.

I allowed myself two hours of sleep, which is why I set the alarm, but when I turned off, I fell back asleep almost immediately, only to have stupid dreams. I was finally woken up by a call on my phone. Suddenly I didn't even know where I was, I was just blindly trying to fumble for my mobile on the bedside table. With half-opened eyes, I looked at the too-bright display on which Maya's name was flashing. I sighed, bit my lip and waited. I should have picked it up, but I didn't want to, and the feeling was terrible. I texted her when I got off the plane, another when I arrived at the lake, she knew I was fine, at least that's how I reassured myself when the ringing stopped. However, I opened our messages again and quickly texted her that the signal is not the best, and I will call her tomorrow. It was past four-thirty, which meant I'd slept more than two and a half hours, but I still didn't feel completely fresh, in fact. My eyes wanted to close, it was hard for me to get out of bed, but I didn't want to stay, because I should rather sleep at night. It's enough if my biorhythm gets completely confused during a tour. I pulled out the shades, squinted for a while, found my glasses in my backpack, then headed off to find Noah.

I walked around the house, then following the sounds and I found him on the terrace. They video chatted with Matt. Noah put his feet up on a chair, stretched out comfortably on the other, and if I had to guess, he had gin and tonic in his glass. "Hello, Nick," Matt greeted me as I walked into the video with messy hair. “Good morning,” I told him in a hoarse voice, then I sat down in the bean bag armchair. “This is too comfortable. I could go back to sleep,” I complained under my nose as Noah turned to me and smiled at my problem. “There's beer in the fridge. And a lot of other alcohol.” “And I will stay with the boring coffee again,” I yawned, making myself comfortable.

Matt and Noah planned for at least another hour, sometimes asking for my opinion on how to continue the tour. There were other times when we had to work during such a short break, but it was a great luck that we were like a big family or like a group of friends, and so it was much more relaxed. We joked with each other, we could pour our hearts out, we could honestly share our opinions with each other. So when Matt said goodbye to us, I didn't feel tired, as if I had sat through a long meeting with the publisher, but rather I was in a good mood because of the many laughs. We went into the cottage later and since I promised to take care of dinner, I threw together some grilled chicken with salad. Noah has been really committed to a healthy lifestyle these past few months and I've been supporting him where I can. Of course, that didn't mean we didn't drink alcohol sometimes or eat things full of sugar, but I've always believed that the key is not to completely avoid certain foods, but moderation. That's why I was surprised that he smoked weed the night before.

After a delicious dinner, we sat out on the terrace with a beer in hand. It was already dusk outside, the crickets started chirping, and the sweaty heat was replaced by a pleasant, summer evening with a slightly chilling wind. Noah settled into the other bean bag chair, his head tilted back, the muscles on his neck tensed under his tattoos. There was no sign of Karin on her skin now, at least not in a visible place, and that reminded me that there were some topics we should talk about. “So… Keaton's song…,” I started with a topic deemed safer. I heard that Noah was talking about Matt wanting to sing Sympathy by Too Close To Touch on the fall tour. Noah opened his eyes, looked at me and nodded. “If only a few people love him and discover what a great artist he was, then I've already reached my goal. He deserved more.” Noah's voice was hushed with emotion, and I reached for his free hand without thinking. We intertwined our fingers like we used to when one of us needed support. "And it will help you, too," I remarked, then took a sip of my beer. Noah has always had a very peculiar way of dealing with losses.

We already made it through our umpteenth summer festival, and it was only the end of June. It was hellishly hot on stage in our black clothes, the setting sun shone into our eyes the whole time, but the show went incredibly well, the audience was cooperative despite the heat, and it filled all four of us with energy. After we got off stage and I put my guitar down, the first thing I did was pour the remaining bottled water over my head. I tied my wet hair and couldn't wait to get back to the hotel so I could take a shower. I was about to go into the tent next to the stage when I noticed Bryan, Jolly, and Folio standing around Noah, who was leaning on the edge of a dumpster. “What happened?” I asked them. Jolly handed his water to Noah, who rinsed his mouth and gasped. “It got bad as soon as we got down,” Folio answered me. “Must be the fucking heat.” In the meantime, Matt also arrived nervously, trying to assess the situation. “I'm fine now,” Noah growled at us. He poured the water around his neck and then took off his tank-top. His face was still very pale, but he wasn't panting so fast anymore. “What? Do you want to see me throw out again? The show is over today.” Matt asked him if he was sure he didn't need medical help, and when Noah shook his head firmly, Jolly looked at me meaningfully and began ushering the others into the tent.

"Everything's okay. Really." Noah turned to me, and his voice was much softer than before. “I've seen you a couple of times when you were sick,” I folded my arms in front of my chest. ”After nights of partying or lonely drinking sessions. Also in the hospital when you had tubes hanging out of you, so you can't scare me. Not even if you're a jerk.” Noah's lips curled into a tired smile, then he slid down next to the thick trunk of a tree. I sat down in front of him on the grass. “I didn't even want you to go in with the others,” he confessed. I smiled too and started fiddling with a blade of grass. The heat was really terrible, but I think I figured out what else could be the problem.

“It happened on this day, didn't it?” I asked him quietly. Noah raised his dark eyes at me, and he didn't need to say anything else, he was a completely open book in front of me. "I'm fine," he confirmed again. "There was just a moment when images flashed…" he buried his head in his hands, then smoothed his hair back before continuing. “Like in my nightmares, except now I was awake. It happened when we were on stage and I wasn't expecting it. That's it.” “Don't you think it's too much? I mean.. to perform Dethrone every single time?” I asked him, something that had been in my head for a long time, but now was the perfect time to bring it up. A song in which Noah relives his worst childhood memory of the day of the car accident and blames God for the fact that no one but him got out alive. The lyrics from a few minutes before were still echoing in my head… full of exact details.

"Let me take you back to when I was killed and born again Woke up in the light convinced my life had made it to its end Burning up beneath the sun while my father drained of blood If he's there, I've got a message for the man that's up above, fuck you If he's home, I've got a message from below Getting out is not enough if nobody else can come"*

It was the day he lost his father, he got to his religious grandparents, and to the claws of his mother. He was eleven years old at the time, and from one moment to the next, the ground completely slipped from under his feet. I was never into religion as a kid, but Noah talked a lot about what it was like to belong to a community - which sounded more like a cult - when they were forced to. My family did not go to a community or church, but I also understood those who found it comforting to believe in a higher power. I didn't mind if someone was an atheist either, I didn't choose friends based on that. However, when thirteen-year-old Noah told his story shortly after we met, that the only person who really loved and understood him died next to him while on vacation, I had to realize that when someone is angry with God, it doesn't just happen. If someone feels this way, there must be a very good reason. “The fans love it,” he shrugged his shoulders with a small proud smile, then the features on his face solidified. “And I.. I die a little every time so that I can rise like a phoenix and be stronger than before.”

I got goosebumps again as I thought about this conversation from a few weeks ago. We just sat on the terrace, we were silent, holding each other's hands and listening to the little noises that were part of the summer evening. Noah asked for my lighter and lit the candles on the table, because in the meantime it was getting dark. The candlelight danced on his face as he looked ahead and slowly drank his beer.

“I would like to know what did I hurt you with the last time,” I broke the silence. “I felt bad afterwards and I don't even know what was wrong. I don't want it to happen again.” Noah looked at me over his beer bottle. I pulled my hand away to light a cigarette and waited patiently. I didn't want to hurry, I knew that if I gave him time, he would tell. “I don't see Karin anymore. And I overreacted things last time.” I was filled with both relief and worry at his words. “Oh. Does this mean you two broke up?” Noah snorted and pulled one of its long legs under him so he could face me better. “We've never been together. We were just… trying to get what we needed from the other. And by that I don't necessarily mean sex. Not only that,” he explained with a pained smile. “Obviously, it didn't work.” "I'm sorry," I said with a lump in my throat. I was too sensitive when it came to Noah. I always soaked up all his pain like a sponge, as if I could ease it, even though I couldn't and could have learned that in these situations he needed a strong Nick. Noah chuckled softly beside me, shaking his head as he did so. I looked at him with a confused face. “I don't think you're sorry,” he answered my silent question. “You tried to talk me out of it for months. You were right.” “I'm not sorry that you and she don't meet anymore. But I’m sorry, because you didn't get what you wanted.” Noah looked up from under his eyelashes for a long time, then took the last sip of beer and set the bottle down on the wooden floor next to him.

“Not everyone can be as lucky with their relationship as some people,” he pushed my leg with his own. I turned away from him and started staring at the darkness, somewhere above the lake. “You and Maya are getting along, right?” He could have asked that question at any other time and I would have smiled and nodded at him without thinking. “Yes, everything is fine with us,” I finally said, but the words came very hard. With more guilt and anxiety immediately. Noah leaned forward, elbows on knees, and waited. I was wondering which of us would give up sooner this time. The wind picked up even more and thunder could be heard in the distance. “Nick?” he asked urgently. It didn't last long. I sighed, smoked the last of my cigarette, then extinguished it in the ashes. “The past week has been a bit messy. I got home tired and was impatient with her.” "Nick, you are the most patient, devoted, empathetic person I know," Noah said with confusion in his voice. "You don't know this side of me," I told him, hiding my hands in the sleeves of my hooded sweatshirt. Noah followed my every move with his eyes. “Don't hide from me, please,” he whispered pleadingly. I sighed again, this time I couldn't even deny the frustration. “Maybe there are problems, but I will fix it.” That was the end of the conversation, and luckily Noah understood. He nodded, then stood up and bent over the table to blow out the candles one by one. We sat in the dark for at least another hour, listening to the approaching storm and each other's breathing.

*Bad Omens - Dethrone

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #jolly karlsson #nick folio #noah sebastian #nick ruffilo #bad omens band #nicholas ruffilo #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic

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queenwille · 6 months ago

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did you see noa argamani say her injuries from her time as a hostage were from the house she was being held in collapsing on her from an idf airstrike? my heart aches for her, i can’t imagine how traumatic it must be to be crushed by a building. i’m so thankful she survived ❤️🎗️ praying for the remaining hostages

i did, but that’s the thing all the so called wokes don’t understand, it’s no news that the hostages might get hurt. it’s awful and i personally sleep worse at night knowing that, but it’s no news.

the way they love to use it as a GOTCHA moment like y’all really think that the people who invented the iron dome are that dumb? like honestly??? literal years of conflict but MIKE AND ASHLEY FROM UCLA KNOW SOMETHING THE ISRAELIS DIDNT THINK ABOUT: THE AIRSTRIKES CAN HURT THE ISRAELI HOSTAGES TOo-genius 🤯

they should all be home already this is mad 😞🎗️

#ask #anon #israel

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kawaiicherryblossomperfection · 1 year ago

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#south korean living spaces

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blastoqueen · 5 months ago

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Sunrise.

Chapter 7

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Noa x Mae (Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes)

Content warnings: None

Comments: English is not my first language. Is anyone still reading this story? Lol. I am sorry for disappearing for so long, med school is draining me lmao. Here is a short thing I wrote, there is more to come I promise. (Please act like my terrible english is not by accident and that Noa writes stories with this grammar)

The thing is, I don´t actually think that I´m evolving, that´s just something I said to make Mae mad. I believe that I am learning and that I can do things most apes don´t. Evolving just sounds too drastic, too soon. Even if my species starts to evolve, why would the human think we are going to be like them? What if we are better?

It has been two weeks since the incident and she hasn’t said a word to me. I ignored her too the first five days, but then it became hard not to miss her. She has been spending time with Soona and her friends, Anaya is rarely with her, and he tells me Mae almost never says anything relevant to him. I guess she knows that the ape will come to me with all the details.

I encounter Soona a week after, trying to get information about Mae. She looked disappointed when she found out that all I wanted was to talk about the human, she even called me “asshole”, I guess she heard it from the girl.

“Why wont you… tell me… what you said to her?” Anaya asked me one night, we were watching the stars and eating peaches.

“I told you I didn’t say anything” I was kind of embarrassed to tell my friend about my whole speech about evolution, and I was also ashamed for making her cry.

“Liar” he said, hurt “You spend so much… time… with humans… you are starting to lie… like them”

I cried that night.

By the third week I decided I couldn’t take it anymore and showed up to Mae´s door at noon. I didn’t have a plan nor a speech, so I just froze when I saw her opening the door. She looked different, her hair was a lot shorter than yesterday, and she was wearing different clothes. When Mae first arrived at the village, after almost being starved to death in the bunker, she had a dirty piece of clothing that covered only her butt and left her legs visible, in the top part of her body she wore a black thing that hang loose and had shoes on her feet. Now, her legs were completely covered, and her feet were bear.

“Your hair” I said without thinking. The human looked at me with a straight face and started to close the door “Wait, no, Mae. I need to talk to you”

“What?”

“I…” I just stood there, looking dumb and awkward.

She closed the door.

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“Do you… love her?” Anaya asked.

“Who?”

“Don’t do that… you know, Mae”

“Mae? What? The filthy human?”

Why am I like this?

“Don’t have to be so rude…”

“She is a human”

“That is not… what I asked”

“I care for her”

“Not what I asked”

“What are you implying? That I want her to be my wife or something like that? She would hate that… she doesn’t even want to talk… to me. I can´t be with her, she despites me. I think she is afraid of me, and she has every right to be”

My friend stood in silence, watching me with a sad face.

I felt dumb, vulnerable, impulsive. I realized that I had confessed my deepest desires about Mae and also my biggest insecurities.

“I wish she was an ape” I murmured “So that I don’t have to feel so scared… of love”

#kingdom of the planet of the apes #noa x mae #mae #planet of the apes #fanfic #kotpota #noa and mae #soona #anaya

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Went to see kotpa for a second time and..Noamae is so good I can't believe it. The way there's so much to talk about when it comes to them..but the one thing that keeps coming to my mind is their meeting with proximus bc the way he said: "She told me nothing." He sounds so hurt and it's crazy to me bc they have known each other for what?? Two days at most?? And he considered her a pest too, like I fully believe there's at least one deleted scene of them bonding before everything went to shit.

She betrayed him like three times and yeah he was mad, he didn't trust her no more but he also didn't give up on her like we see at the end (what with his whole "can we coexist in peace?") and it works bc now she's starting to doubt every bad thing she was taught about them.. their relationship being confirmed by the director to be the heart of the next movies.. raka's last words while looking at them "Together. Strong." It can go so many different ways and I can't wait to see more of them.

You've mentioned something that I find quite amusing too, and paradoxically, I don't think I've mentioned it here before, and that's Noa's final attitude. As you rightly say, Mae constantly lies to him (understandable given the situation) and even betrays him, literally putting his whole clan in danger. But when she returns to see him one last time, he doesn't even scold her in anger. I mean, he has every right to reproach her for what she's done, but instead, he's thoughtful about the possibility of peace. And he says it as if he's been in conflict with humans for centuries, when just a few days ago he thought they were little more than pests, so, lol.

There's clear intrigue and fascination for me. Noa has never left the boundaries of his village, and this is probably the first time he's come into contact with a human, who happens to be anything but conventional. There's curiosity, there's distrust, but there's also a clear fascination. Maybe that's why he can't take his eyes off her for a second.

#he’s literally all the time looking at her #all the fucking time #kingdom of the planet of the apes #planet of the apes #mae x noa #kotpota mae #nomae #kotpota noa

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Sorry to hear you're sick! Hope you feel better really soon! <3 I have a question for you from the ask game (I may have slightly tweaked the question): what are 3 scenes from Fresh you’d say shaped you into who you are? hehe :)

This is literally the worst question you could have asked me because every single frame of that film personally attacked me and made all the heinous things about me as a person sooooo much worse. Gonna put this under a cut since lord knows I'm gonna get carried away.

Okay, I gotta be basic and say the grocery store scene. It's so fucking iconic the way they made Steve so awkwardly charming and shy and sweet and likable with all the deranged menace just barely being disguised. It was such an insanely well-executed meat meet-cute.

Second one is for sure when Molly goes to his house. The palpable tension of her and Steve (and I guess somewhat his wife too) knowing that they all kind of know what's happening but waiting to see who'll show their cards first was so *chef's kiss*. And then when she pulls out here phone and you wanna scream at her not to do what she's about to do because it's obviously a mistake...it's so hard to make me physically react to a movie but when I tell you I was crawling on the ceiling. Tbh the best part of that scene (other than Steve being super unhinged and turning around with a grin on his face to show Molly he has Noa's phone lmao) is the tiny little stuttered inhale of pure fear Molly does. It was so subtle but so real and it gave such a genuine air of terror to that entire scene.

Third one I'm cheating because it's two parts of not-really-the-same-scene. First is when Steve tackles Noa and is screaming mad in her face in the kitchen and yet still has the wherewithal to cradle her goddamn head. And then later on in the woods when he's apologizing to her and screaming his head off like a big dumb baby, frantically begging her to come back. I liked that in the first instance it showed a more tender side of him because he really was such a multi-faceted character. As enraged as he was (and bloodied from the girls literally trying to kill him), he was still going easy on Noa because he genuinely cared about her and wanted her. Regardless of whether it was merely just an obsession and a need to control her lol.

And then in the woods, he was so desperate and vulnerable and it gave him more depth that just being like "hey here's a creepy murder guy!" like an other horror movie. Whether it was genuine desperation or put-upon as a means to manipulate Noa, he showed weakness and vulnerability in an attempt to lure her back in and regain trust which I think was a nice change from the bad guy just killing his victim because they escaped (even though he probably would have done that if he didn't get blasted into the ground lmao).

Anyway I think it's important to mention that this whole movie in it's entirety was life changing and it hurt me physically to have to narrow it down to only 3 scenes.

Thank you for asking!!!

Send me a question

#ask micky #*#ask game

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mercheswan · 4 years ago

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“You may hope...”

5 times Theo gave Stiles a flower + 1 time Stiles did

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“Hey daddy-o!” Stiles said happily entering his childhood house.

“Welcome home son” The Sheriff said hugging Stiles.

Stiles just came back from his training at the FBI quarters in Virginia. He he was glad to be back home, who would have thought that he would miss Beacon Hills.

“The place looks cleaner than I though it would!” Stiles teased. He expected the place to be a mess, now that the Sheriff was living alone. Noah rolled his eyes. “Look at that you even brought flowers to decorate the place” Stiles said pointing at her purple flowers on the table. The flowers were in a small pot and they looked new.

“That was actually Theo” The Sheriff claimed.

Stiles stopped and stared at his father. “Theo...?” Stiles hadn’t heard about the chimera in so long. Scott told him he stayed and that he helped sometimes when a creature attacked. The true Alpha claimed that Theo had changed, but Stiles still wasn’t sure about that. “Why would Theo bring us flowers?” Stiles questioned confused.

“He is working in a flower shop downtown. He must have taken it from there” Noah responded.

“In a flower shop?” Stiles snorted. A flower shop was probably the last place he expected for Theo to be working in.

“He hasn’t done anything illegal in sometime. He is helping Liam with the supernatural stuff. I’m giving him the benefit of doubt” Noah allegued.

Stiles would see about that.

continue reading at AO3 or under the line

Theo heard the bell of the shop ring, he separated from the desk and put on his fake customer service smile. “Hello, Can I help you?” Theo asked.

“Holy shit, my father wasn’t kidding, you actually work here. Wearing that fake smile is probably hurting your face like a bitch” Stiles responded.

Theo rolled his eyes with a little smile on the corner of his lips. It was impossible not to recognise that voice full of sarcasm. “Stiles, you’re back. It’s good to see you. I have to say that I’m honored that you’ve decided to visit me” Theo smirked.

“So flowers. That’s your next evil master plan? Are you putting poison in them or something like that?” Stiles questioned walking around the shop examinating the flowers.

Theo snorted. “You shouldn’t leave again, I don’t know how Beacon Hills survives without you, It only took you one second to uncover my master plan. Whatever am I going to do now?” Theo teased. Stiles looked at the chimera and Theo chuckled outloud. “You should probably go to Mrs Doyle’s house she is my best customer and she is helping me create an army of ferocious plant humanoids to control Beacon Hills. I can’t be a werewolf Alpha but I can be the Flower Alpha” Theo joked. Stiles bit his lower lip to control himself not to laugh. He was in an interrogation mission after all. “She brings me pie sometimes” Theo added.

“Oh, so it’s the pie privileges then” Stiles let himself smile.

Theo smiled back. “I needed the money Stiles, It’s just a job. I’ve been on my best behaviour” Theo claimed.

Stiles hummed out loud. “So, i’ve been told. It’ll still be the judge of that”

“I wouldn’t have expected anything else from you” Theo agreed.

Stiles broke the eye contact. “I should leave… I guess I’ll see you around” The FBI gent said awkwardly.

Theo stood silently looking at Stiles before asking “You don’t want to buy anything then?”

“You already gave my father flowers” Stiles said.

“They were for you, to welcome you home” Theo proclaimed. The chimera moved closer and took a flower from one of the pots before offering it to Stiles. It was multicolor tulip, If Stiles’s basic knowledge of flowers was right. Stiles lifted his eyebrown. “Peace offering? I have employee’s discount” Theo smirked.

Stiles huffed a laugh but took the flower before exiting the shop.

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Maybe It had been Stiles all along. Maybe it was him the one who attracted the monsters. He had only been back for a couple of weeks before a new creature attacked again. And the thing had kidnapped him. Thankfully although Scott wasn’t in town as he was attending university, It seemed that Liam had everything under control. The Puppy Pack as Stiles had decided to called them were very resourcefull.

Stiles was wounded, but nothing too serious. The rescue mission had been a success, and whilst Mason was carrying Stiles out of the cave in which he had been imprisioned, Stiles could see Liam and Theo fighting the werecreatures that took him.

Stiles couldn’t help but to focus on Theo. The chimera fighted with a lot of rage, like he had been personally affronted. Maybe he considered himself part of the Pack, he wanted to be useful. Whatever it was, Stiles had to admit that he was galo that the chimera had helped. Theo had been fighting to survive all his life, and he was smart enough. probably the third smartest person in the Pack, after Lydia and Stiles himself.

The Sheriff took Stiles home. He needed to rest. When Stiles entered to his took he noticed the colones of the room. The window was open. Stiles was pretty sure that he hadn’t left it like that, he opened his eyes and his ears to a possible threat. He walked cautiously into his room. But the room was empty. Maybe he was imaginating things. Stiles closed the window and moved to the bed. He grunted in pain. But before he playing on the bed he saw the flowers spreaded on top of it.

Theo.

Theo entered in his room and left the flowers. Stiles picked them up. They were pretty, white and pink. Theo was really trying to get on his good side. Stiles smiled. He put the flowers in his desk and got into his bed, he needed to sleep.

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The next time Stiles returned to Beacon Hills, it was on his birthday. It was only a month after they defeated the werecreatures that kidnapped him, and thankfully, Stiles was already healed.

Scott told him to drop by his house at seven, Stiles was sure that he had organised a party for him.

“Dad, I’m leaving, I’ll text you with whatever” Stiles shouted descending the stairs.

“Wait! You have a present” Noah claimed.

“You’ve already given me my present. You didn’t have to get me anything else” Stiles said to his father.

“It’s not from me” The Sheriff said giving him a basket full of blue flowers.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. He is stealing them for sure!” Stiles said taking the flowers. They cam from Theo, obviously, there was a note attached to them that said Happy Birthday Mischief. That brought back memories. His mother used to called him that when he was little. Theo and him were friends were his mother was still alive so he probably remembered her calling him that.

“Blue it’s your favourite color, isn’t it?” Noas asked.

“He probably remembers that too from when we were in little league together. He is trying to remind me that we used to be friends” Stiles responded.

“You still don’t trust him?” The Sheriff questioned.

“Actually I do. But let’s not tell him, I want him to keep trying” Stiles winked and Sheriff laughed.

Stiles arrived to the McCall household and as he predicted, they had organised a birthday party. Stiles greeted his friends, Scott was happy that he managed to gather almost everyone. Stiles saw Theo at the end of the room placing the food and rearranging the chairs.

“Just how big it’s your employee’s discount?” Stiles teased.

“You got the flowers” Theo said smiling at him.

“Yes” Stiles thanked him.

“I got a peperonni pizza from the place you like too” Theo said pointing at the food.

“Flowers and pizza? Are you trying to seduce me?” Stiles joked.

“I read online that when someone is mad at you, you should get them flowers and give them food. You know I was raised by three crazy scientists, I don’t know how to human, don’t tell me I’ve been doing it wrong!” Theo explained faking a shocked expression.

Stiles laughed out loud.

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Stiles was happy to be back home, although the reason why he came back was a sad one. It was the anniversary of his mother’s death. He didn’t want to leave his father alone on this day.

They both went to the cementerio to pay respect to his mother and to leave them flowers as they had always done.

Stiles noticed that his father held a beautiful bouquet with many flowers of different colors.

“Theo?” Stiles said signaling to the bouquet.

“Yes, I though I’ll use the famous discount” Noah joked and Stiles snorted softly. “He had already made the bouquet, he as going to give it to you even if I hand’t appeared” The Sheriff claimed.

“That’s weird he had already left town when mom died” Stiles added.

“That boy likes to investigate as much as you” Noah smiled.

Stiles huffed softly. “So he chose the flowers?” Stiles questioned.

“Yes he did, why?” Noah asked.

“They are quite colorfull, that’s all. I though he would have chosen something more white or light colored” Stiles explained.

“He told me this were the more fitting flowers. They are called Zinnia and apparently the meaning of the flower if the are various colors mixed its: In the memory of” Noah allegued.

What?

“The meaning..?” Stiles asked.

“You know, the meaning of the different flower types, like roses mean I love you and all that” The Sheriff explained.

Stiles felt as if something really important had been revealed to him. Like he had finally found the missing piece. Theo had been giving him flowers. Should he had payed attention to the meaning of them?

When Stiles came home, he did what he did best. Investigate.

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Theo was almost ready to close the shop when he heard the doorbell ring. He silently groaned walking towards the door.

“Hello, we are almost ready to close, may I help yo… Stiles!” Theo said surprised.

“Can I still buy a bouquet?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah… sure, what did you wanted?” Theo questioned.

“Roses” Stiles smiled.

Theo nodded. “You’re lucky we are receiving a lot of roses as Valentine’s Day it’s close. Do you have a like a… date?” Theo inquired.

“Are you asking me If I have a date for Valentines Day?” Stiles chuckled.

“Who are the roses for?” Theo asked. Stiles noticed that Theo looked nervous.

“They are for my father” Stiles responded.

“That’s a weird choice” Theo huffed a laugh. He looked relieved now.

“Because of the meaning? Because you usually give them to someone for romantic purposes?” Stiles questioned. Stiles couldn’t feel like, cause he wasn’t a werewolf but he was absolutely sure that Theo’s heart had just skipped a beat. “I’ve been studying the language of flowers lately you know… It’s kinda fascinating” Stiles proclaimed.

“You’ve always loved a good mystery” Theo said meeting eyes with Stiles.

“Yeah, I’ve always had” Stiles said not breaking the eye contact. The human could feel electricity in the room. He had been blind how hand’t he realised it before.

Theo handed Stiles the roses. “I hope your father likes them”

“They are for Natalie” Stiles claimed. Theo looked at him with confusion. “I want my father to stop pinning so he is going to give her the flowers. Sometimes all we need is a little push” Stiles explained. Theo nodded. Stiles turned around pretending to leave but he turned again t face the chimera. “You’ve been giving me flowers, with meaning…” Stiles muttered.

“It took you long to realise” Theo teased, but Stiles could see that he was unconfortable and a little bit afraid.

“I think I should give you one too” Stiles added.

Theo closed his eyes. “The carnations are behind you”

“Not that one.” Stiles grabbed one of the roses from the bouquet. Theo looked at him with a shocked expression. “Not a rose neither, we are not there” Stiles added placing one of the roses’ leaves on the desk.

“A lea-f?” Theo questioned.

“I thought you were the expert in the language of the flowers. figure it out” Stiles smirked and left the shop.

Theo rapidly took his phone.

Rose (Leaf) - You may hope.

Theo smiled happily.

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HYACINTH (PURPLE): I am Sorry, Please Forgive Me

TULIP (VARIEGATED): You Have Beautiful Eyes

AZALEA: Take Care of Yourself for Me

FORGET-ME-NOT: True Love, Good Memories

ZINNIA (MIXED): Thinking (or In Memory) of an Absent loved one

CARNATION (STRIPED): No, Refusal, Sorry I Can't Be With You (The one Theo though he was getting)

ROSE (LEAF): You May Hope

#steovday #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #teen wolf #teen wolf au #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fic #language of flowers #sheriff stilinski #mccall pack #puppy pack #stiles x theo #steo fic #valentine’s day event

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