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natsu-chan-17 · 2 years

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It'll be okay in the end

Pairing: Bokuto x gender neutral reader

Warnings: none just a bit of anxiety issues

Summary: Your final exams had taken a toll on you and the thought of taking a break made you more stressed however your focus couldnt remain on the books forever.

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Streams of laughter wafted from the TV in front of you as your favourite movie played for what seemed to be the 5th time that week.

You had a strange habit of rewatching familiar shows when you were stressed out and it seems finals had been taking a toll on the remaining brain cells left in your head.

You toyed with your fingernails as you listened to the dialogue that was basically embedded into your brain and recited at one point, "And who said I cant launch a monkey in a canon? That's bullshit Harold."

The state of your abused nails was atrocious from all your nitpicking and you knew that you should let them be....but unfortunately your coping mechanisms couldnt be changed that easily.

Just as Tania, the sassy next door neighbor, was about to state her famous one liner the door to your apartment creaked open. The sound of weak, creaky floorboards shifting under a new weight could be heard from where you were seated on the couch.

"Tadaima!" you heard Bokuto yelling from the entrance. "Okaeri," you said once he appeared behind you. He leaned on the couch with his forearms and kissed your cheek hello.

"Hey hey hey! How was your day baby owl??"

"It was okayy." The tone in your voice as you tried to lie hit a higher pitch than normal and Bokuto immediately knew something had happened. The two of you had been together for 2 years already, and he had memorized so many little details about you that he could sense when your mind wasnt at ease.

"Hmm just okay? What were you up to, is something on your mind, do you need help, do you wanna talk maybe, I'm here if you needa vent you know," he rambles on trying to edge the information out of you like a curious puppy.

"Well I mean I'm okay, just that I've been procrastinating studying and its stressing me out that I'm being so irrational..."

"Dont we all need a break sometimes though? Just take the day off and try again tomorrow bubs," he said as he eased himself onto the couch alongside you and rested his head in the crevice of your neck.

You instinctively reached out to scratch his head out of habit whenever he laid on your shoulder.

"I guess I could try that....I just hope I have enough energy to actually start again. School's pretty draining and I feel like I'm not doing enough and when I look at the accomplishments I have right now it makes me feel somehow empty and and...."

"Woah woah calm down baby owl," he rose from your shoulder and held your face in his big, soft hands, squishing your cheeks in the process.

"Heyy you'll be fine. I'm right here, just focus on the here and now okay?"

"Mhmm," you hummed since his hands were squeezing your cheeks too much to talk. Bokuto nuzzled his nose with yours and it tickled so much that you couldnt help laughing.

"That's better," he said with a proud grin. "Now can we cuddle please?? Dont worry for now and try to relax when you can y/n. You know just how intelligent you are so dont try to doubt yourself, I know without a doubt that my smarty pants will ace their papers."

His smile held such innocent support that you couldnt help but believe he was right.

"Mmm I guess you're right....thanks Bo," you whispered as realization hit you. 'A break doesn't sound too bad actually,' you thought as you settled back into the couch with him.

The rest of the afternoon was a binge fest for you two as you swam through the currents of romance, comedy and action themed movies.

Bokuto was laying on your lap by the time you'd finished the third movie and you were gently patting his head. You raked your fingers through his floofy hair, rubbing occasional circles into his scalp as he slowly fell asleep.

His skin seemed so fluorescent even in the darkness of your living room. You rubbed his temples and poked at his cheeks, giggling at how his face creased from the sudden disruption before relaxing once again.

'Fuck finals, I got this in the bag if this cute teddy bear is my motivator,' you thought.

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A/n - hey guys I'm writing my finals right now and I just wanted to make some sort of motivational fic for those studying as well. Good luck guys and remember to take a break or Bokuto will come give you a scolding ;)

#bokuto #haikyu x reader #gender neutral fanfic #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #haikyuu koutarou

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imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

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sorry seems to be the hardest word - h.o

Word count: 3171

Warning: angst, swear

Pairing : harrison osterfield

Request: no.

N/A: It took me so long to write this. I remember i asked @soft-haz to write something with the "sorry seems to be the hardest word" vibe, it was so good! But i wanted to write something by myself too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really try my best. Italics parts are flashbacks

Thanks to @petersasteria because she correct a big part of this fic! Love you. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

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part 2 (harry hollad x reader) - part 3 (harry holland x reader)

The few rays of sunshine in London today and England's victory over the Croats had improved your mood. Tom and Harry were home as soon as the game was over, they found you sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. You hadn't wanted to join them at the bar for obvious reasons: to keep your privacy as much as possible. Living with four boys was not easy, but living with four boys, one of whom was a world-famous actor and another in the midst of the media boom, was even more so. Of course, fans knew that Tom, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine had a female roommate. But you've always managed to never appear with your face uncovered in any media activity of your four-favorite divs.

The bottle was already nearly empty and you were already on your drunken streak, not wanting to stop when two of your drinking buddies had just entered. What a good opportunity to continue the evening.

"Will you join me, boys?"

“Mmm yeah, sure, love.” Harry said.

But a problem presented itself to you: the boys drank beer, you drank wine. You had two options now: either open a new bottle of wine for yourself or continue the evening with beer. Your eyes turned to your glass, spilling the rest of the bottle into your jug before swallowing it dry. Harry had a stunned expression on his face as Tom smirked.

"I see hanging out with us leaves its mark."

"You wish, Holland. I knew how to do it before I even knew you existed."

"You've known me since I was 19."

"And you think I waited for you to learn how to drink?"

"Fair enough."

You met the boys in a pub. You’ll never tell Nikki that, when you met them, her precious twins drank too many beers even if they weren’t old enough to drink (technically, they weren’t criminals, drinking beer at 16 is legal and come on, it’s England!)

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So, you met the boys in a pub. It was one of the nights when your friends and you wanted to drink until you're blackout drunk. You were in that pub/club, looking up after one of your friends. She had detected some pretty boys in the back and left you there, alone. You moved around the room without paying attention: glass in hand, your phone you stared at in the other. You suddenly felt an arm blocking your chest with force. The surprise had made you drop your glass.

“What the heck?!?”

“You will not pass, miss.”

“Oh yeah? Why? Is the pope there?” You said sarcastically

The man who stood in your way raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, waiting for a response.

“You are very funny. It’s a VIP space.”

“Once again, why is that?”

“None of your business.”

“Actually, I don't care if Sir Elton John is in that bar or if it's even the Queen of England. I'm just looking for my friend: tall, blonde, balloon-sized fucking boobs, red dress."

“Not seen."

You sighed. The situation annoyed you to the highest point. You had lost your friend and that big asshole had broken your glass. The man in front of you seemed to be marble. Short answer, arms crossed, and an imposing posture. All you wanted tonight was just to have fun. You didn't care that God-knows-who, any famous or rich enough to book a VIP space, was in that bar.

"Would the asshole that hired you tonight, at least be kind enough to buy me the glass you broke with your bullshit?"

From his side, Harry had noticed the altercation. He then walked towards you, he laughed when he heard you insult his brother through the bouncer's fault. And as the Colossus' bodyguard was about to tell you that you could always dream of getting that free drink, Harry spoke up.

“The asshole, maybe not directly. But the asshole's brother. Certainly. It will be on his check anyway.”

“For God's sake, what are you waiting for then?”

And just like that, you met the boys. Harry paid you for the glass that the other jerk broke, invited you to this precious VIP space and you could talk and dance the night away. You had exchanged your social media and over time, your phone numbers. And as fast as you couldn't imagine, you had found yourself stuck in an apartment with four adorable idiots as roommates.

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"Hey, y/n, where are the others?" Harry asked.

You grumbled and grabbed the beer the curly had just opened. He protested as you took a sip. Tom gave you a curious look and you frowned behind your bottle.

"y/n?”

"I don't know where T is, but Harrison's gone on a date with Gracie."

The two brothers exchanged a look heard in the face of the bitterness they had perceived in your voice. It was no longer much of a secret that you had feelings for Harrison. You had feelings for Tom's best friend for almost as long as you'd met him. Harry had noticed it first, because you were much closer to him than to Tom. The actor had understood at the start of an evening, at the beginning of the relationship between Harrison and his girlfriend.

However, you didn't hate Gracie. She was beautiful, kind, and very funny. She really brought out the best in Harrison, she made him happy and you could see that because of the distinct smile on his face. You didn't hate her; she just wasn't you and you just weren't her. And that was the whole problem. Jealousy consumed you and you hated yourself for it.

“Are you alright, darling?” Tom asked you since silence filled the room after your last sentence.

"I'll be fine after one more drink" you simply answered.

You took a sip of the beer you stole from Harry. Drowning in alcohol was certainly not the solution. But you just wanted to forget the blond a bit for tonight. Tom's worried look made you roll your eyes.

"Oh come on, Tom. Don't give me those eyes. I will be fine ..."

“Yeah, sure.” he said with a doubt.

"Can we just watch a silly movie or play a silly game to make my night better?"

Harry seemed to hear you as he shrugged and took a sip of his drink. He knew you by heart. At this point, he really considered you his best friend. So he knew you needed something to clear your mind. Something where your mind should be quick to think about.

“One,” he said nonchalantly.

"Two" you responded with a huge smile on your face.

"You are both stupid." the Holland elder complained about the game you had just started.

"You say that because you're a lousy actor who can't remember his lines. Play Holland!"

"Three". He capitulated.

And you continued like this until 21. Then, there followed a multitude of rule additions each time you reach the number 21. The 7 turned into "I'm a poor liar", the 18 into "I'd rather kiss a guinea pig" ... And every time one of you made a mistake, he drank. After an hour, the game looked like a strange conversation from the outside.

"Squirrels are scary, man." Harry said, mimicking his older brother.

"Black Widow is the best president of the United States" Tom said

"But she’s a bad lay." you responded, with a fake sigh of disappointment

"I'd rather kiss a guinea pig"

"Because you have no taste"

"Twenty"

It was at this precise moment, in the middle of the conversation, that Harrison decided to enter the living room. His blissful smile gave way to an air of amazement and disbelief at the talk between his three roommates. It was Tom who first noticed his best friend. He nodded to greet him. Harrison wore a simple black t-shirt with chinos. You took a look at your roommate and your cheeks flushed a little more than they already were.

"Hello mate! How was your date?" asked Tom with a big smile on his face

"Awesome. Can't believe it will be a year in 3 freaking days." Harrison said.

You could see his large smile, and blissful air. He was sweating happiness and although you were happy for him, it tore your heart. You purse your lips to avoid comment. Harry spoke up.

"We're playing 21. Do you want to land with us?"

"In fact, you can take my place." You got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen to drop off your beer drain. Harrison frowned as Tom exchanged a new look with his brother.

"y/n, you can stay, It's an unlimited players game." Harry almost begged.

"No, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed."

“y/n” Harrison tried to call you to hold you back a little longer.

But you were already gone. You've never climbed the stairs so fast to run away from your roommate/best friend. Harrison looked at Tom and Harry, worried about your behavior. The curly one just shrugged his shoulders as his brother shook his head, silent. They weren't intending to get involved in this. You were the only master of your feelings and the time you'll decide to confess them to Harrison. That is why they preferred to be quiet.

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You spent the whole next week to avoid Harrison as much as possible. Established more distance with him was your solution to protect yourself from your feelings especially after his one-year anniversary date with Gracie and his absolute cute instagram post. It broke you down. Your heart was in peace but you couldn't blame him or his girlfriend. You were in love with the wrong guy, that's all.

But you couldn't hide from him forever. After all, you both lived in the same house, you had the same friends. So, it was hard to pretend he didn't exist.

Today was not your lucky day. You bumped into him in the kitchen. That was his opportunity to hold you down. He grabbed you by the shoulders, preventing you from burying yourself. Now he would finally find out what was wrong with you. Because Harrison wasn't a fool. He had noticed that you acted with him differently. Your behavior remained unchanged towards the other boys in the house.

“y/n. Don’t avoid me; please, please y/n, look at me”

You have plunged your eyes into its bewitching blue irises. Big mistake. You were drowning now in the turmoil of your feelings for the blonde. He had always had that effect on you, always. Tears started to bead at the corners of your eyes, you were biting your lip to hold back the torrent of tears that was already beginning to flow. Harrison's throat tightened at the sight of you like that and his hold on your shoulders slowly loosened.

“I hate seeing you like this. Please talk to me” he almost begged you

“Harrison…” your voice struggle as soon you pronounced his name.

“Please darling…tell me what’s goin’ on”

As a perfect angel, Tom was the one who saved you by interrupting this quick talk. You wiped away your tears with the end of your sleeve and run away to your room. Harrison sighed in despair. He didn't understand why you were running away from him like the plague.

“Dude, do you know why she's like that. What did I do? » He finally asked to Tom.

"I can't tell you Haz. She's the only one having the right to tell you about this"

"Bullshit. Fuck you all." Harrison said, frustrated.

Then he just quit, leaving the kitchen.

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Sunday came and Tom asked you all to spend the night with him before his LA trip the next evening. It was a normal night with friends. And despite your pent-up feelings and wanting to avoid Harrison at all costs, you didn't want to miss Tom, he was your friend.

There was only the usual gang: Harry, Tuwaine, Tom (obviously) and you. But the tension was felt within the group. The lingering unspoken words about your feelings for Harrison were beginning to weigh on all of your friendship. It was so bad that it hurts to stay in the same room as Harrison. All you could see was his constant happiness, this wonderful man he had always been but in a more radiant version of himself. And you weren't the cause of that. You hated it, you hated being selfish that much. You were ready to sacrifice your friendship with the young Netflix actor for two reasons: you wanted to protect yourself ... and you weren't ready to be that obstacle in the midst of Harrison and Grace's happiness.

You were in the kitchen with Harry, pretending to help him with drinks and snacks. The curly boy could see you dragging your feet, repeating like a mantra this phrase "come on, you can do it ... do it for Tom, it's his night. Don’t be selfish, you can make it." And you really wanted it ... have a good time with your friends.

Sometimes Harry felt guilty for introducing Gracie to Harrison. They worked together as set PA in 2018 and became close friends but not as close as you were with him. You considered him like your best friend. It made sense for him to feel a bit responsible for your broken heart. But you never said a word about it.

“I’m sorry, y/n” confessed Harry.

“For what?” you simply responded.

"For having hampered your happiness. I was stupid to introduce Grace to Harrison and ignore your feelings. I wanted to help my friend. "

"Bullshit Harry. Never apologize for that. You've been a great friend to Harrison."

"But not for you."

"Who cares?" you asked, trying to minimize your feelings

"Me ... you are one of my best friend y/n"

"Just like Harrison is your best friend. Don't apologize for making him happy. Fuck, I'm the one who should apologize." You said, with a tone of anger and despair in your voice

And that's how you crack, breaking in all your sensitivity. You couldn't hold back your tears from falling as you blasted everything that was on your heart. You don't even realize that Harrison is a few feet behind your back. The weight of your feelings, your anxieties explode in the kitchen as when a cup is dropped on the immaculate tiled floor.

“What I got to do to make him love me? What I got to do to make him care? Not as the sweet friend Harry. I’m deeply in love with him and it’s gonna drive me insane! What I got to do to make him want me? Huh Harry, can you tell me? All those question in my head…and no answer to that. And you know what? It's sad, sad situation…more than that it’s a shitty situation, because I'm getting away from him and it makes us sick. Because I'm unable to tell him why.”

“You just told me.” Harrison finally said.

You jumped for a second before you froze. Harry is caught off guard and rushes into the living room stammering an apology. You are trapped. You are trapped and you can hear the footsteps of your roommate coming closer to you, so close, that now you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. Gently, he places his hands on your arms and exerts pressure for you to face him.

"You love me"

"It depends ..." you replied with difficulty

"On what?"

"On what you heard before."

"Enough that you can't contradict me."

Her thin smile doesn't help you relax. Instead, you look down, admiring your two pairs of feet. You felt like being stripped naked and you didn't like that feeling. If you could have kept this secret in your grave. But now he knew and you felt even heavier than the Titanic.

"So ... is that it? Nothing more to tell me?"

"What do you want me to add to what you've already heard?"

"Sorry?" he tried.

"For what?"

"For what? y/n are you kidding me? Sorry for being distant with me, maybe? Sorry for hiding all these things from you? Sorry for not trusting our friendship to come to me and speak?" he exploded…

"What would that have been for, Harrison? You don't love me back…" you screamed back.

"I ... I’m ..."

"See, sorry seems to be the hardest word."

After that last ironic reply, silence fell in the kitchen. So was that it? Was that how your friendship was to end? The great giants of the universe had reserved this dramatic scene for you to break years of bonding. You didn't know how to get out of this situation. You didn't even know if there was a few more things to save. You were broken and had just spoiled the happiness of one of your best friends.

Harrison was silent. He seemed to be probing your body, your attitude, analyzing any gesture that might give him the opportunity to take a step towards you. But the solution was there, finding everything ... It was enough, for both of you, to swallow your pride.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" you echo your previous conversation

"Sorry for not feeling the same as you. For not being who you want me to be to you."

"You know ... I don't hate her."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Gracie. I don't hate her. She makes you really happy. I just hate the jealousy I feel towards her… I hate that I am not her. But I don’t hate her, she's a really good girl."

A small smile dawned on Harrison's lips, the blonde toyed nervously with his fingers and the ring he always wore as an accessory.

"Yeah ... yeah she's great."

"I'm really sorry ... about everything."

"It's ok. We don't control how we feel. I..I can understand"

"Yeah..."

"y/n?" he tried; a little bit shy about what he’s gonna ask.

"Mhmm?"

"Do you think we can be friends again?"

You bow your head, taking a minute to think. Was everything really broken? Were you going to be able to rebuild a solid friendship after this conversation? Were you going to be able to squeeze out your feelings? You sighed before plunging into those beautiful blue eyes that you loved so much.

"Maybe. I hope so with all my heart."

"I hope so too. And I hope you find someone like I found Grace."

"You can always dream. You dripping with love, it's impossible to find someone like you two."

"Don't despair. He might be closer than you think."

He winked at you and you looked at him confused. But after a few seconds, a smile appeared at the corner of your lips. No, you had no hope of him talking about him. But you were happy, because that little sentence opened the door for you to a bond that you were trying to find.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x y/n

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jjmaybanksblog · 4 years

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Lost Sweater- Kiara Carrera

Kiara x female reader

Summary: Alternative Universe where when one person loses something, their soulmate receives it.

Word count: 2,028

Warnings: None

B/N: Brother/ boy name

Y/N: Your name

Y/A: Your age

Soulmate. A simple word that brings many thoughts to the brain. Someone who you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with, happily. Someone who will treat you in ways you could only dream of. Many people believe in them, others don't. You grew up a non-believer never understanding why God would make something so amazing, such a difficult task for people. Your friends all around you had begun receiving their lost items, all of them meeting their soulmates, meanwhile you remained confused and alone.

You were a non-believer until one day your missing sweater wound up on your bed with a note attached to it.

"You must have misplaced this, I was confused when I was sleeping and the cotton fell on my face, fun fact I almost suffocated. Anyways, hi. This must belong to my soulmate, damn that's crazy. In my entire life I never believed in this shit, my parents telling me about how they met because my dad found and returned a necklace that meant a lot to my mom. I always thought it was bullshit until recently. Here's your sweater back, I 'lost it' throwing it out my window. I hope to hear from you soon.

Your soulmate"

You read the letter over and over as the thoughts finally sunk in. Maybe you wouldn't be alone after all. Gently biting your bottom lip, you suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline run through your body. You ran out of the room and into your brother's room.

He was sitting down at his desk when you barged in. He turned around towards you, only to be nearly tackled in a hug. "Who are you and what have you done with my sister. You barely hug me." B/N asked as he saw the letter in your hand. "Ohhh shit. You got your soulmate." He mumbled, putting the pieces together.

"I'm not gonna end up alone!" You smiled. Your brother knew of your fear. You had talked to him before, explaining your thought process about this all. You were afraid you would die alone, not knowing what it would be like to love and be loved. You knew it was irrational, but growing up you never pictured someone falling in love with you. You took it to heart so you just shut every romantic aspect out of your life.

Your brother congratulated you before you ran back into your room, writing on a lined piece of paper.

"Dear soulmate,

Wow. Just writing those two words felt foreign. Sorry about my sweater almost killing you, I'm just a clumsy person that loses things a lot, but I'm glad you're okay. I also was a non-believer. I always saw the people around me finding their soulmates and being happy, meanwhile I was in the corner watching all my friends find the one. For the longest time I was convinced that maybe I just wasn't meant to have one, but knowing you're out there makes me feel... safe. Attached to this note is a picture of me, I figured maybe if you're curious enough you would want to know what I look like. My name is Y/N I'm Y/A years old and I can't wait to find out who my soulmate is. Xx

Y/N

You took an image of yourself and stapled it to the back of the letter. Opening your window that led to her backyard, you grabbed a scrunchie and wrapped it around the note. You carelessly threw the note and picture out of the window and watched it effortlessly fly away in the night sky. You fell onto your bed, staring happily at your bedroom ceiling.

Slowly drifting off to sleep, your eyes snapped open when you heard a soft popping sound echoed by your desk. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and walked over. Another letter was displayed on the wood, you smiled softly as you sat down. Your eyes scanned the letter as you read it out loud.

Y/N,

Wow. Just wow. I can't even think of words to form right now. You're absolutely breathtaking. I'm not gonna lie I wasn't expecting a girl, but God, do I feel blessed knowing that you're my soulmate. Your letter and picture were actually soaking wet. But it smelled like salt water, so I'm guessing you live possibly on a coast. I live in the Outer Banks in North Carolina. When I got your letters it just smelled like home. I wanna go traveling, to you, out of the country, just explore new things. I totally understand how you felt about feeling like you're not gonna find a soulmate. I've watched more than half of my high school senior class find their soulmates during the year. Meanwhile I was acting like everything was completely fine and I wasn't distraught. I should be asleep right now, but I'm dying to talk to you. Get to know you. Later on if you'd like, I would love to call you. To hear your voice and your laugh. I think you should get some rest as well. I have no clue what time it is where you are but I want my love to be well rested. Goodnight Xx

Kiara Carrera

You flipped the paper around to see a beautiful mixed girl with carmel colored skin. Her hair was curly and beautiful, flowing from wind. Your eyes were drawn to her smile, you could tell she was laughing and you wished to be able to hear her laugh.

For days on end you and Kiara had been 'losing things' with letters attached to them. Tonight was the night where Kiara was going to call you. Both of you were on the edge of their seats, your hearts beating rapidly. Kiara's hands shook as she dialed your number, pausing between each number.

After what felt like forever, the phone began to ring. You audibly gasped at the sound of a bell ringing. You hesitantly picked up your cell phone that was placed on the bedside dresser. "H-hello?" You spoke into the phone. Kiara broke out in a grin, "Y/F/N, Y/L/N." Your name rolled off her tongue, goosebumps rising on your arms and back of your neck.

"Kiara Carrera" you spoke back, Kiara internally squeaking at the soft, velvety voice that spoke her name. "My god your voice.. okay I totally don't mean to sound weird but it's just so calming and relaxing. God okay wow hi, I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be on the phone with my soulmate." Kiara spoke as she nervously chewed her bottom lip.

"Honestly, me too. Growing up I always... ugh I don't mean to sound like I was sympathy or attention, I always grew up insecure and pictured myself as someone who could never be loved. And everyday I always saw or heard about people finding their soulmates in different ways. It went on for years and everyday I lost hope, but now I'm here talking to you and I feel nauseous, but in a good nervous way. Does that make sense?" You asked, rapidly shaking your leg.

"No I totally get it, I feel really hot right now mostly because I don't know what to say to you. Like my whole life I've planned on things to say but now that I'm talking to you I have no clue what to say or how to say it."

Kiara threw herself on her bed, her smile never leaving her face as she closed her eyes, listening to your soothing voice. "So, tell me about Kiara, what it's like to live in the Outer Banks?"

4 months later

After months of planning, you had managed to save up enough money for a plane ticket to OBX. You were currently walking off the plane and into the terminal, your heart beating a mile a minute. You stood to the side as you were about to text Kiara, asking where she was.

That was until you locked eyes with the girl you'd recognize from the pictures. Kiara's heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest as your eyes met. You held your suitcase tightly as you made a run towards your girl.

You released your items mid run as you opened your arms out. With one swift motion Kiara picked you up in her arms, holding you close to her. Your legs wrapped around her waist as you held each other tightly. "You're real." Kiara mumbled into your neck as she held back tears.

You pulled away from the hug, your legs still around her torso. Her fingers brushed their way through your hair, subconsciously leaning into her touch. Kiara pecked your cheek as she placed you down onto your feet. Your hands intertwined as you guys walked to her car, your thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

They spent the car ride debating on which Beyonce song was truly the best. Kiara blasted the music as loud as she could take as she sped down roads to her house.

She drove past the beach, your eyes not leaving the beautiful view in front of you. Your head was turned to the window as colors of the sand and the ocean blurred by. "You want to go?" Kie asked you as she saw you admiring the waves.

You were left speechless, only able to nod your head.

As soon as they got to Kiara's house, her family was waiting at the door to be introduced. You felt an overwhelming amount of support from her family, none of them giving you attitude or being rude. No one was being homophobic, they were so welcoming towards you which made this day even better.

"Let's go get changed. Bathrooms down the hall and to the left." You dragged your suitcase behind you as you entered the bathroom. You quickly changed into a teal bikini, both pieces of fabric covering you properly, throwing on an oversized shirt for comfort. Kiara grabbed 2 towels and waited for you at this point her face ache from smiling but she couldn't stop.

You walked back out, giving your girl a thumbs up. Joining Kie in the car, she set off to the beach which was only 5 minutes away. It was currently 7:42 p.m. and the sun was beginning to set. The sky was painted in a mixture of purples and pinks, splashes of orange thrown into it as well. You laid down the two towels and sat down on one of them, patting the space next to you.

Kie sat down, instinctively wrapping her arm around you. You rested your head on her shoulder, sitting there in a comfortable silence. You were still in awe at the sight, the waves rising and then quickly falling onto the sand. This was everything compared to the beaches in New Jersey. The birds that flew above, diving down at any food they could find. The sounds of the waves crashing relaxed you to another level.

"I can't believe you get to see this everyday." You whispered. "You could get to see it everyday too. Well, one day. Well only if you want of course." Kiara nervously stumbled on her words, not knowing how to recover from that. "I'd love that." You simply said, looking at her. The sunlight reflected perfectly off her skin, giving her a sort of Golden look.

"Kiara?" You questioned, your eyes falling to her lips. "Hmm?" "Can I kiss you?" Kiara was taken back at your question, but immediately answered by moving in toward her. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against yours. You made the final move and pushed slightly so you two were finally kissing. Both of you melted into each other's touch as you smiled into the kiss. You two shared a passionate kiss for a few seconds before pulling away, your noses gently touching. You pressed a kiss to her nose as she shyly bit her bottom lip.

You rested your head back on her shoulder, staring back into the sunset. "I'm really glad I lost that sweater." You admitted.

"I am too."

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Hello! Hope you're ok! I wanted to ask, excuses if I'm bothering you, if we will have kerosene 2 this year or should we wait 'til next one 🤭.

😅 This has been in my inbox forever, anon. I wish I could have gotten to it sooner. It was not my intention to ignore you. I really appreciate nice asks, and I felt terrible that I wasn't able to give you an answer when you sent this. I am never bothered by asks like these, anon or otherwise.

I have every intention of working on the second chapter of Kerosene and getting it posted. In fact, I was making excellent progress with it until mid-November of 2020. And then... I got pregnant. 🥰 And a short time later I developed severe morning sickness (which was more like constant, unrelenting nausea)... 🤢

If I hadn’t been in the middle of moderating @fmasecretsanta2020, I probably would have announced a hiatus, but I really wanted to see that commitment through. Likewise, I didn't want to announce my pregnancy during my first trimester. (I’ve always been shy about sharing IRL stuff on tumblr.) Even though I know I’ve still got a long way to go to get to 40 weeks (anything can happen), I’m happy to say I’ve made it to my second trimester, and the morning sickness is beginning to let up.

In the meantime, I do have a sneak peek of chapter 2 of Kerosene:

The hallway is blessedly empty, and Ray grasps his chance to dart toward the staircase that will take him to his room in the basement. He almost makes it before the rough sound of a young man clearing his throat cut through the muffled sounds of Gilda clearing the table.

“Retreating so soon,” Norman’s cold voice croons. “If I remember correctly, you have dish duty with Gilda for the next month. You aren’t skipping out on the first night of our new schedule, are you?”

Damn, he forgot about the dishes. Still, Ray schools his expression, obliging his mouth to twist into a smirk and his back to slump forward. The young man’s clenching hands find refuge in his pockets, and he turns to face Norman whose expression is light, except for the intense focus in his eyes that is all silver and cold.

Ray scoffs in defiance as he starts back toward the kitchen. “That was clever of you, killing two birds with one stone. You covered your tracks and punished me for forcing you to stray from your plan. Don’t worry. You can thank me later when you come to your senses.”

They’re close now, standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder on either side of the hallway. It’s close enough for Ray to watch as his words do their worst. If sharp looks could cut, Ray knows he’d already be in pieces on the floor.

“I don’t have to do anything,” Norman whispers with a menacing tone. “I just have to be patient. Do you really think you won’t hurt Emma when she realizes that you don’t really love her in that way? She is quick and intuitive. She’ll see your indifference for what it is, and then I will have every reason to make that rule with the full support of the household. So, I guess I should be thanking you, Ray.”

Norman has a point, but Ray won’t be rattled. He allows his gaze to remain lazy and unclenches his hands within his pockets. Norman is, after all, a rook of a person. He’d shrewd, to be certain, but he moves in straight lines, with near tunnel vision on the goal in sight. Ray, on the other hand, considers himself the black knight, a bit unpredictable at first glance and more than willing to play the villain for a good cause.

“But what if you’re wrong?” Ray asks, calm and collected. “What if I was only ever waiting for you to step aside? We both have history with Emma, give or take some silly cup phone craft that, let’s be honest, she can’t even remember. I’m almost as smart as you, more athletic than you and reckless just like Emma. When you think about it, we’ve got a lot in common, and I’m not emotionally constipated.”

For a split-second, Norman can’t hide his reaction. His thin face pales, and his baby-blue eyes flash brighter with malice. Ray won’t pretend it doesn’t feel good to know he’s struck a nerve, even if it’s mostly bullshit. Though Norman is emotionally constipated. Every good lie needs a kernel of truth.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would. Unless you have a sudden urge to confess to Emma. Then, I might be feeling magnanimous enough to step aside, but that would be too easy, wouldn’t it Norman?”

The last time Ray and Norman had this kind of passionate disagreement, Ray found his fist buried in Norman’s shirt, quietly throttling him in their Grace Field dormitory. Somehow, Ray managed to snatch the superior bargaining position from Norman that night, and this time won’t be any different.

Norman’s cold stare pins Ray to the spot. His lips curl into sneer, blood boiling beneath pale skin. And yet, there is no violence in the hallway, just harsh words and cockiness countered by fury. It’s Ray’s move.

“It’s settled then,” Norman declares. His voice tremors in the slightest. “I’ll give you the space you want to mess this all up, and I’ll be there for Emma when you break her heart-“

“You’ll be there for her as a lover?”

“No, like a brother,” he spats. “Like the family I am to both of you.”

“If you say so, boss.”

Ray starts to move past Norman toward the kitchen, but he feels his companion's shoulder bump against his as they pass in the hallway. The shoulder check isn’t forceful, but the friction between them is palpable. And Ray knows there is no accident; it’s intentional. Neither Ray nor Norman are children anymore. Norman is the head of household, and Ray, though somewhat reclusive, is a senior member. Physical fights are not couth.

Words, however, are fair game. They can cut deep if a person knows how to use them. Ray’s rusty perhaps, whiling away his days between oil changes and brake pad replacements in a noisy garage, but he knows an opportunity when he sees it.

“Sweet dreams,” he quips, knowing Norman will have anything but.

And yet, as Ray enters the kitchen to start washing the dishes alongside Gilda, he can’t help but feel he’s got his work cut out for him.

#tpn #the promised neverland #big news #norman #ray #emma #noremma #you ask i answer

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Forever linked

Part 10: bullshit related

After a hurtful breakup she didn’t see coming, y/n is back in her country. But soon, she discovers that the man she has to forget is now linked to her, forever.

W.C 2554

Warning: some bad words

It was all over the tabloids, the social media and even on the news. You didn’t have to search at all, as soon as you opened the internet, you knew exactly what Jiyong was talking about 2 seconds ago via texts.

"A close source to the singer is very scared for Bigbang’s leader G-Dragon, his mental health and the future of Bigbang. According to that person, Kwon Jiyong has been in a toxic relationship for several years with this pregnant woman you can see on those pictures taken yesterday, she was also caught on camera a few times in the past but her “staff member” pass has made the rumors stopped fast among the fans. Apparently, she was G-Dragon girlfriend for the past 4 or 5 years”.

There were pictures of you and Daesung everywhere you looked. Those pictures have been taken yesterday as the two of you went out to buy some food at the grocery store. Although you don’t hold hands or kissed on the pictures, for someone who doesn’t know your real relation with Dae, you might look like a young couple.

« Our anonymous source says that for the last month of her relation with GD, she was having an affair with Daesung. Now she’s pregnant as you can see on the pictures and nobody knows who the real father is. This could explain why G-Dragon was seen in differents clubs for the last few weeks, often drunk, he must feel doubly betrayed by his own girlfriend and one of his best friend. Apparently he broke up with her, not able to trust her anymore.

What the hell? You needed to stop the video you were watching, taking your breath.

“Apparently, GD is denying paternity, he’s not ready to be a father and he agreed that Daesung would raise the child like his own even though nobody knows who the father is as I said earlier”.

Pictures of you and Daesung were displaying in the background while the commentator was talking. On all of those pictures, you looked like a cute little couple doing domestic things: carrying grocery bags, entering the pastry with your arms under his, getting out of there with a cake in a box smiling brightly, entering Dae’s building apartment. They have chosen the ones where you looked “close” to Dae.

On one picture, he has a hand on your belly, trying to feel your daughter’s movements. You remember what he was telling you then, it’s still crystal clear in your memory. He was laughing, talking about all the things he will do with her when she will be older. He was happy to have a little niece, telling you that you should give Jiyong a second chance. Nothing even close to what they said on the news.

«According to that person close to the band, this woman on the pictures is manipulative and constantly craving for attention, money and luxurious gifts. She even used psychological violence against both of the boys, threatening them several times. If that contact talked to the medias, it’s because she wants to help GD and Daesung before their constant fight force Bigbang to dismembered.»

You didn’t even know how to react to this crap. Are you going to cry or laugh? You would like to do both at the same time. You decided that it was enough for today, you have read enough bad things about yourself, you can’t take it any longer. Regardless of all that bad stuff that they said about you, what scared you the most is what your daughter will think about you, when she can read those articles a few years from now. Will she believe those atrocity? Will she think you tried to trap her father for his money? That you were a bad girlfriend to him? A bad friend for her godfather?

You heard Jiyong entered Dae’s house. As soon as he came in the living room, he kneel down in front of you, he obviously cried before he came in. With his hands on his face to hide himself from your sight, he even placed his forehead direct on the floor. The only thing you could hear him say was «I’m so sorry Kkul, please forgive me». You sat on the floor in front of him and as soon as he lift up his torso, you encircled his waist before you nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck. That sensation, that feeling you have to be against him is so comforting, you could cry right now. You missed those cuddles so much, that proximity with him. With Ji by your side, you know you can face it all but that’s the thing, he’s not “really” by your side. You are apart now, dismembered from that wonderful duo you once formed.

«Jiyong, you didn’t call the media, it’s not your fault»

«It’s my fault, I chose to be with that girl, please forgive me Kkulie, please». It was difficult to say otherwise so you just stay silent, holding him closely in your arms.

«What have I done to deserve you Kkulie? How on earth are you not mad at me, are you an angel”?

“I am mad at your ex, I’m so fucking mad at her, I could scratch her eyes out and peeled her alive. You didn’t call the journalist yourself, Ji. You made a mistake, you chose a bad person to sleep with. That’s your only fault”.

“I don’t deserve you Kkul. I think I’m going crazy. I keep making mistakes one after the other since I broke up with you. I’m fucked up”.

You thighter your arms around him, dragging him closer to you. You can tell, he lost a lot of weight since you last saw him. Suddenly, his mood changed completely. He slided an arm between you and placed his palm on your tummy, cupping your little bump very softly, caressing your exposed bare skin.

“Hello my mermaid princess” he inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to collected himself. He was shocked by the news and overwhelmed to feel his little girl once again. Happier than he would have expected from a simple indirect contact with that little human growing up inside of you.

“Appa hasn’t take good life decisions recently but for you, I will always do my best, I promise you that. I won’t be selfish when it comes to you. And I want to be a better person for your wonderful mother as well. You know, your mother is the best you could have, right? I’m sure you know it already. Hey, you want to move for me my princess? You want to kick my hand?”

“Ji, she’s moving right now, like every time she hears your voice, I feel her, do you?” You placed his hand a little more on the left and applied a light pression where you felt the movement.

“No… I don’t feel her at all.” He was concentrate. “You still made her hear my voice, even when you were mad at me?”

“At least twice a day. I want her to know you, you want to be present for her so I made her listened to you. Thanks to your fans, she can hear your asmr”. He smiled and caressed your cheek softly before he placed a light kiss on your forehead.

‘Kkulie… Tell me what that monster told you, please. I’m begging you”.

You will tell him because he needs to know how she really is. You stood up and sit down on the couch, followed by him. Side by side, with his and your hand on your tummy you remained silent for a few minutes. He let you time to put your ideas in order. He has to know how mean she is, her real personality. There’s no doubt in your mind, everything she told you is crap, Jiyong could never said those words. What you shared with him was too precious, he wouldn’t talk shit on your back to her, a perfect stranger.

“She told me you were not happy with me, that you were feeling trapped, that I was not good in bed and you were not satisfied, she…”

“What the hell, you didn't believe those words right? You couldn’t believed this bullshit”.

“Well Ji, yes and no… you always had a more intense sexual drive than me…”

“Kkulie, it’s not even true, sometimes you were the one with the biggest drive, sometimes it was me. I was more than satisfied, we were having…”

“Jiyong, I know, I was there too. I know we had good sex. What I'm saying is maybe you wanted it more often or more... I don’t know. Let’s not discuss our past sexual life please, it makes me uncomfortable”.

“Kkulie, we couldn’t stop touching each other, sexually or not. You and me, it really worked, proof we had sex after our break-up because we were craving each other’s magic touch. Never doubt that, well unless you were not satisfied”.

“I was, you know it Ji. But thanks for comforting me. Also… the worst part. She called our baby a fucking ugly fetus and said that you don’t want her or me in your life, that you have no choice, shit like that”.

That’s when his tears fell down on his cheeks. Jiyong is a very discrete man when it comes to sadness, he usually doesn’t cry in front of other people. You can count on one hand the number of times you’ve seen him shedding tears. But now, it seemed like he’s not able to contain himself at all.

“Y/n, you don’t believe it don’t you? Is this the reason why you didn’t want to talk to me anymore”?

“I was protecting myself Jiyong. Even if I know you are happy about my pregnancy, the truth is you are still trapped with me even though you broke up. Your ultimate goal to be free, long time gone. You wanted your freedom and I accidently trapped you with the biggest responsibility you will ever have”.

He was about to answered when Daesung entered the living room with his girlfriend, sweating after a long jogging together. They were so cute, laughing and teasing each other, obviously non aware of the drama they were involved in.

“Ji, what a good surprise. You will eat diner with us?”

He came and replaced your hand with his on your belly, to feel your little girl.

“Hello princess, it’s uncle Dae. You must be happy your mom and dad are talking right? Kick if you agree”.

He probably didn’t open his phone at all. He doesn’t know the drama.

“Guys, there was a journalist outside that asked me if I was happy to be a father soon” he said smiling.

Jiyong stood up suddenly, making you jump out of fear.

“What have you said?” Ji was nervous, he placed both of his hands on Dae’s shoulders and looked at him in the eyes.

“What have you answered Dae, it’s important”.

“Well, I laughed and said I was not gonna a be a father soon. I said they must have seen me with my best friend and drummer teacher but she was pregnant from another man than me, but I told them I will be the godfather so you have no choice now but to name me he said, proud of himself.

Just like that, without knowing the drama that was playing in the medias, Dae had almost solved the whole problem. Ji was so happy, he hugged his friend and kissed him on the cheeks.

“You must have turned off your phone, open it now. I’m sure your voicemail is full. Also, look at this…”

He and his girlfriend laughed so bad, they were grabbing their stomach, crying from so much laughter. You couldn’t tell what was so funny, Jiyong either. You and looked at each other in disbelief.

“Well, forget all this Jiyong hyung, in 2 days it will be over”.

“I don’t agree Dae, it’s another fucking scandal, your country is very good at creating scandal where it would be just a little gossip in mine”.

“I agree with Kkul”, Jiyong add.

You really want to believe it, you wish Dae is right but you are scared it won’t be that easy.

“That’s the reason why there were journalist in front of the building, now I understand. Let me handle this please hyung. I’m having so much fun, please…”

“No, we need to elaborate a strategy with the compagny”, Ji said.

“Ji, maybe Dae is right. His attitude is so refreshing, people won’t doubt his sincerity. You are too tense, you wouldn’t be credible on camera. I think you should let Dae handle this”.

“Y/n… no. I’m not sure”.

“Hyung, trust me. I will make it better for the two of you, may I, please it’s too funny”

“Kang Daesung, the things they said about my girl aren’t funny at all, they dismissed her, they talked shit about her. We should told them we will sue all the media for the serious damage of her reputation.

“We might, if the thing goes on. For now, we should just try to act cool about it all, pretending like we don’t care. Otherwise, they will dig the story endlessly”.

“Jiyong, I think Dae is right. Let him act cool about it. We’ll see how things goes after that”.

And just like that, with his bright smile, Dae pretended to get out of his building and “oh, surprise there are journalists”. He and his girl had take a shower and dressed up for the night, blinking at you before they left for a night out, telling you you have a few hours to make things up between you and Ji, that you should use that precious time intelligently.

Dae laughed when the journalists asked him about the paternity, Jiyong and you. From a question to another, if you read his answers all together, it would look like this:

“No, I’m not the father of my friend’s child, the woman on the pictures you saw today is my best friend and drum teacher and she’s pregnant from another man. She lives here with me for a few weeks, by the time their apartment is ready. No, there is no doubt about who the father and it’s not me. I’m not going to tell you if she’s Jiyong hyung ex-girlfriend since it’s not my story to tell but hers. No, she’s not manipulative at all, she’s kind and caring and I will be the proud godfather of her child so please stop saying bad things about her, you will end up hurting my little princess as well. Jiyong and I are absolutely not fighting, he’s one of my best friend in this world and I like to believe that none of us would betrayed our friendship like that. Please, make sure you tell everybody that my friend is an angel, not the violent person you described on the news. If you see me and her together, please respect our privacy, she and her baby doen’t need to suffered from bigbang’s popularity now please, I have to go. Have a good evening”.

Just like that, with help from Daesung, the story started to fade away, little by little.

#kwon jiyong serie #kwo. jiyong fluff #bigbang kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong angst #bigbang #g dragon #g dragon serie #g dragon scenario #bigbang scenario #feat Daesung #bigbang g dragon #kwon leader #g dragon x you #g dragon x reader

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irepookie · 5 years

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INFINITY

Summary: QUEEN AU where Rog (aka Rowan Queen) is young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: Fluff, Fluff, Fluff, and swearing.

Word Count: 1926

Okay so this is the closest picture I could find to Row's state in the next two chapters:

Chapter 2: PIPER

Row has a lot questions to ask himself, and he knows it's on only his own future at stake, but also The Prune's, who may be getting a name.

Of all the things Rowan Queen might have aspired to be, -a Rockstar, a Roger Taylor level drummer...- a 19 year old solo dad wasn't amongst them.

All he knew was that since he had first held that small Wrinkly being and her eyes had met his, she had stolen a part of him, and that the only way to feel completed again was being with her.

Ridiculously sappy, he knew.

"But that's what makes best parents" Callie, the nurse who had introduced them assured him one day when he confessed his thoughts out loud, while he watched her sponge bath the infant "Don't feel stupid, or embarrassed for feeling that way, Row. In fact, that's exactly how it should be. Always. And those fathers who deny it or fight that connection, end up estranged from their kids as they grow up. Take it from a daughter who hasn't seen her father in 5 years"

But, alas, there he was, living between his flat and the Hospital's newborn aisle, because he just couldn't get that one girl out his head, despite don't knowing how he had come to this.

"Well I haven't seen mine in 9"

"And that scares you, don't it?"

He gasped, and nodded slowly.

"Is better having no father figure at all than having a bad one. Just like I think your Prune is luckier having one brave dad than a coward mom"

"And two fit parents?" He asked, eyes flicking to the untouched pile of adoption papers

"Well that's the ideal situation, isn't it? But the weight always ends up relaying more on the mother, you know? The father always steps back, because society still thinks it's more acceptable for us women to raise the children because, of course, we have deeper connection with 'em for carrying them around for nine months and blah blah blah." She got the towel and handed it to him before laying the squirming 2 day old In his arms.

He carefully wrapped it around her and sat down so he wouldn't drop her, then started to stroke her soft delicate skin with the towel.

"But that's bullshit." Callie continued "That's an excuse you men came up with to sneak out from changing nappies. But I believe you guys are just as capable of taking care of children as us. And that you might be the ultimate proof of it." She gathered her hair in a ponytail, and smiled at father and daughter, as Row was now

leaning back on the rocking chair with the Prune, -as all the staff had begun to call her- laid on his bare chest.

"So forget whatever prejudices you have. This kid needs you, she doesn't know nothing about what's going on, she misses her little warm oven, the voice she was so used to hear and that she'll never hear again because that world has left her behind the first chance she got and she's very confused.

But also, She doesn't know about gender stereotypes, or that she's a girl. But she knows you're here. And her instincts tell her you're safety, and warmth, and love. Sure, I'm around a lot too, but soon you'll be discharged and everything she'll have will be you. A d then she'll grow up and will be forever grateful for everything you will have done for her"

The teen nodded, taking in all the words but remaining silent. Quiet moments like this -when she was calm and content- were quite meaningful.

"I just want the best for her. And I'm not sure I am"

"Well, from where I'm standing, you're pretty much up there. Nobody gets her to settle down as quickly as you do. That has to mean something, right? Newborns have this amazing instinct of detecting sources of love and protection. And you are hers. She trusts you: trust yourself"

Days went by, and Row found himself getting up early in order to go back to hospital. At home he was restless, as questions filled his head.

Was she better off with him?

Was he ready?

How could Callie be so much more sure about the whole thing than he was?

What if be wasn't good enough

What if mom was right?

Why did he want to become a dad in the first place?

Should he just sign those papers before it was too late and forget the whole thing?

The sixth day, he made his way to the hospital as usual, but something felt off. What it was? He couldn't put a finger on it, so he shrugged it off and entered the NICU area where she was.

"Hey, lovely one, look at you, a bit bigger each day" he cooed at his yet unnamed daughter, as he put his hand through the incubator hole to let her know his ore6 "So strong and so beautiful" he smiled brightly as her small hand closed around his finger.

"Yes, this way please" he heard a male voice and turned his eyes to see a doctor and a man and a woman who were probably in their thirties

"Oh my gosh she's so tiny!" The woman exclaimed, walking towards the glass

"Who are you?" Row asked, stepping defensively in front of her before she could reach the baby.

"You must be Rowan Queen?" The man held his hand out "We're the adopting couple..."

"What?" He basically slapped it away "No! Who told you she's in for adoption?"

"Mister, you signed the adoption papers" the Doctor said

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did. Here" the doctor looked through the pile of papers on his hands and showed him.

He snatched the file from him. That was his signature but he didn't remember signing anything. He may have doubts about being a dad, but Callie was right, the little prune and him needed each other. They belonged together And he wasn't gonna give her away. The only way was through.

"There must be a mistake. She's not up for adoption"

"Err... Yes she is" the man said

"No she's not! I should know better than you, huh?"

"We've heard about the mother. So sad. But babies need their mommys, don't they?" The woman cooed from the other side of the incubator

"You can't take her" if looks could kill, Row would have murdered her right then and there.

"Mister..."

"No! He's my daughter!"

"Sir, signing this you gave up your parental rights"

"And what the hell does that even mean?"

"Legally, she's not yours anymore"

"But I don't remember signing anything!"

"But this is your signature"

"Yes. But I... I didn't mean it"

The woman scoffed "Well you clearly did."

"Mind your fucking business!" He snapped, before turning to the doctor "Look, I really don't know how my signature is there but I need you to... I don't know, forget it, okay?"

"Forget it?"

"Yes! Whatever that stupid paper says, I'm keeping her. And I will do everything you want me to"

"Sorry. There's nothing we can do about it now. You could take this to court but... It's a lost cause"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"A 19 year old against a healthy, stable marriage?" He used the same arguments mom had

"But I'm her dad..." His voice quivered, as his baby started to cry.

"Don't worry sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy are here now" the woman said "Our Judy"

"Judy? What the fuck, you're not naming her Judy!"

"What we do with our daughter is our business, sir" the woman said "Now please, leave us alone"

"No! She's not Judy. She's my prune, I'm gonna prove to all of you fuckers wrong, because I can fucking do this if I want you. Not because I wanted to at first, or because I can't have my own kid like you; she's my own kid and she belongs with me. And I may not be a middle upper class, or drive a goddamn Mercedes, or have a huge house and a stable boring job at whatever office. And she may not have a goddamn mother, or her own room. So what? She has me. Because I'm the one who's been here for the whole bloody week worrying about her. Not you, not her mother. So fuck off and choose another kid!"

Two men who Row hadn't even seen arrive took him, as he fought and called his crying daughter "PIPER! PIPER! DADDY WILL GET YOU! I'M YOUR DAD, DON'T FORGET!"

Then he woke up with a jolt in that same hospital room, as his newborn baby awoke too beside him

He quickly sat up and leaned over to place a hand on her tummy, to check that she was real, letting out a sigh of relief when feeling her warm skin

It had been just a dream. Well, a nightmare rather than a dream. But she was there, safe next to him

"Hey, baby girl. Yes, hello darling. You had a good night? Gave trouble to the nurses?" he asked, stroking her torso "Are we hungry?" He offered his little finger,and she began to suck on it as response, which made him chuckle. "Alright, I'll call so they get us a bottle okay?"

3 minutes later, he was sitting on the green rocking chair, Baby Prune on his bare chest -because apparently skin to skin helped parents and kiddos bond or whatever- as he gave her the bottle.

He had to admit, ever since he had learned how to properly hold her, he looked forward to feeding, because he had grown to love these little moments, and by the end of them, be always felt closer and more in love with that tiny, wrinkled human being which he had helped make.

Who was a part of him somehow, and who he couldn't imagine his life without despite having only known her for 6 days.

She was so amazing. So mesmerizing. With her clear grey eyes and her peachy skin, and her adorable ears.

He just couldn't get his eyes off her.

"You're gonna come home with me in a couple days, and..." He realized he hadn't really thought about a plan. He had just moved out mom's, and the apartment was still empty. He'd have to start getting stuff. But anyway "... And we'll figure something out. I'm not gonna renounce to you. No ma'am. You've got me. And I've got you. And I'll look after you and make sure you're always happy and safe and... loved. I fucking love you so damn much and I don't even know how did this happen. I mean you're not even a week old and you've already turned my life upside down just by bloody existing. You can't even understand what I'm saying. But here I am, making all this plans and Shit... I, who never thinks ahead, who never knows his future beyond what meal he's gonna get. But I... Damn. Do you babies have like special powers or something? Do you like... Is it a defensive instinct? Like you manage to make us go nuts about you by casting a spell it whatever so we'll stay enchanted? Because this is fucking ridiculous."

She finished the bottle and he put it aside.

"Speaking about plans, we can't keep calling you Baby Prune. We're gonna have to choose a name. A pretty unique gorgeous name for a special, perfect little princess like you. So, let's see" he changed his hold on her so they were face to face. Something the nurses had called.. ? He wasn't really sure but he had got hand on it "Yes, hello" he smiled helplessly at the sight of her "Baby girl. Baby girl" he cooed absentmindedly as he analysed her features

Then he remembered his dream. He had called her Piper. He wasn't even sure if he had heard that name before but he liked it. It was original, cool, rare enough people would associate it with her but not awful, like other names he had heard.

"Piper" he whispered, tasting the word while contemplating her face. It sounded good to him. "Piper Queen" he said, a bit louder this time as her tiny hand closed around a strand of his blonde hair. "You like that? Piper?"

She just blinked, but he interpreted it as an affirmative answer

"It's settled, then. Piper. Pips for short." He smiled, and brought her back to his bare chest so he could lull her back to sleep with his rambling, which had worked the previous times.

"My Piper" he kissed her head and began to rub her back "I'm so scared honestly. I won't lie to ya, I have no idea what I'm doing but you can rely on me. I'm good at improvising so I'll figure it out. Don't worry. But you gotta take it easy, hm? If you have a bit of patience, it'll be just fine. And about this?" He reached for the papers -which were unsigned- and ripped them off "Fuck it. Just fuck it."

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A big Hola to my dear fellow @definitely-darcy whose kind review and attention to detail has made gain confidence in this.

So, I've written this one in different bits which I've had to tie up together. Hope you guys like it.

That's about it, really. Please comment and let me know what you think (always nice and constructively).

~Pookie

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