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pizza-is-my-buziness · 2 years

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Sam/Deena-Combo of 2/19. Walking through an apple orchard with your partner/Aw, you're blushing. No, I'm just cold.

Thank you, anon, for the excuse to write pure, unadulterated, sappy, sappy fluff.

Since the breaking of the curse, Shadyside seems to have let out its first exhale in over three hundred years. The grip around the throat of the town might not have belonged to Sarah Fier, but it was there all the same, fingers tightening a little more each year until everything -the people, the buildings, the land itself- had been choked within an inch of its sad, pathetic existence.

But now…now Deena can’t help but notice the subtle changes, the things she doubts most of her neighbors will even pick up on at all. The burst of reds and oranges as the leaves continue to change colors, blooming like tiny sunsets even in the moments before death, turning a color other than the drab gray that seemed to permeate everything. The air smells cleaner, crisp and cold with the promise of frost on the window sills and a future of smoke curling from chimneys. Bird song and playful squirrels and dogs that wag their tails rather than growl distrustfully at passersby and that red, red moss that Deena sees everywhere now, as though it’s following her. Or maybe she just never noticed before, never had a reason to, especially since she was too busy noticing the cracks in the sidewalks instead, the past due bills stuffed into the mailbox, the way the pantry always seemed to be bare.

And while some of those things are still hanging around, the feeling of that hand around her neck seems to be loosening too, now that her father seems to have finally found a decent job. Now that Deena has her own after school job lined up just in time for a holiday she might actually care about this year.

Though she’s really going to miss moments like this one: Sam’s hand in her own, the two of them walking side by side, the result of an unexpected phone call that had caught Deena still lazing around on a Saturday morning with no plans ahead of her, her heartbeat changing rhythm in time to the sound of Sam’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Do you want to-” And Deena hadn’t really needed to hear anything after that because yes, the answer is always yes when it comes to Sam and any chance she has to spend time with her and Deena can’t even be mad that the rest of that sentence had apparently been, “check out the orchard outside of town.”

The place is made for tourists, not teenagers from a shitty town thirty minutes away, but Deena doesn’t mind that either. Two months ago she wouldn’t have been caught dead in a place like this, with all these smiling families and people road tripping to make a special visit to what is essentially just rows and rows of trees but right now…it’s not so bad.

It’s one of those places where you pay to pick the apples and carry them around with you while you force your kids to take cutesy pictures that make it look like your entire family doesn’t want to murder one another -something Deena considers herself an expert on now that she’s seen three such mothers attempting to wrangle her brood into exactly that photo- but she does have Sam’s hand wrapped tightly around hers and the early afternoon sun is filtering through the leaves and across the crown of Sam’s head in a way that makes her look ethereal and perfect and what, exactly, does Deena have to complain about?

“This is kind of a scam, right?” Deena smirks, because complaining is in her nature and she’s got the woven basket dangling from her other hand. “They’re practically making us do the work for them. And we have to pay to take these stupid apples home.”

“I’m not sure it counts as a scam if we get to take the apples home with us,” Sam points out, tipping her head back so she can study the branches arching over them, the rounded apples dangling just out of reach unless one is feeling particularly enterprising enough to jump up to grab them.

It's been just long enough since…everything that the bruises have mostly faded from Sam’s temple and jaw, that the shadows have lightened under her eyes, that she’s started smiling again like she means it and not like she feels bad about the impulse. Deena lets her gaze settle on Sam’s profile, tempted to do so many things, but she settles, for the moment, on just letting the feeling of Sam’s hand in hers reassure her that all of this is real.

“What do I need with five pounds of apples?” Deena scrunches up her nose, genuinely confused by the idea. “It’s not like I remember how to, like, bake a pie or something. Sarah Fier was a little too busy to pass that trick on.”

Sam laughs, shaking her head. “Maybe if you ask her really nice, she’ll fill you in. Maybe she has more time now that she’s not haunting an entire town.”

“Hey, she wasn’t actually the one who-”

“Oh, I know,” Sam assures her quickly, pulling her hand free from Deena’s so that she can let it settle against her hip instead, her fingers curling around the loops of Deena’s jeans to hold her firmly in place.

As though Deena would ever think about going anywhere else.

“I just like when you get all fired up about it,” Sam adds with a mischievous grin, eyes bright. “It’s kinda cute.”

Deena lifts her eyebrows like the brush of Sam’s touch, the feeling of her words twining their way through her rib cage, doesn’t fill Deena with a rush of heat, a flutter of excitement. She’s starting to lose track of some things, like all the little ways that she falls in love with Sam every day, or the number of times that she’s been lucky enough to press her lips against Sam’s, to pull her in for a kiss. But there are so many things Deena knows she will never forget: this moment and every one that she might be lucky enough to have after it.

“Cute,” Deena says as flatly as she can, certain she’s not fooling Sam in the slightest. There’s no way that Sam can’t read her like a book, a story brought to vibrant life by a smile and a brush of fingertips on skin. “I don’t think so.”

But Sam’s smile doesn’t fade and she only looks all the more pleased with herself. “Look. You’re blushing.”

And, yeah, Deena can feel it, the heat that is radiating from her skin and is likely strong enough to make the world around them think they’ve bypassed autumn all together. Sam’s words and her gaze aren’t really doing much to help the situation either.

“No,” Deena protests uselessly. “I’m just cold.”

Sam lifts her eyebrows, her skepticism clear as day. Still, Sam doesn’t call her out on this rather obvious lie. Instead, she just pulls Deena closer, a hand around the nape of her neck, the other still pressed against the spot where a scar is already knitting the skin together and kisses her. It’s getting easier, these moments, when they’re in places other than Deena’s car or her bedroom or the back of a movie theater showing whatever the fuck to an otherwise empty auditorium, when there’s no easy way to forget the world around them. But the uncertainty is slowly starting to slide away, the hesitation chased off by the always vivid reminder of how easy it is to lose someone, and so Deena loses herself in Sam instead, letting the empty basket fall to their feet as she puts her hands to better use. Sam’s cheeks are cold beneath her palms and Sam’s lips taste like the cinnamon from the cider they’d had before starting their trek into this orchard that Deena is feeling slightly fonder of now and Deena kisses her again and again and again just to make sure she gets every last lingering bit of sweetness.

“There,” Sam says softly, her breath a whisper against Deena’s lips, against her cheeks. “That should help warm you up.”

Deena swallows, shaking her head. “Nope. Still cold. Keep trying.”

Sam seems happy to oblige.

#sameena #fear street #sam/deena #readyfortigers #we deserve a little simp Deena as a treat #sam fraser #deena johnson #autumn prompts #I definitely indulged by need for pure fluff with this one

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cass-drawss · 18 days

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The Horrors Of Sweet Apple Acres (chapter four)

AWKWARD ENCOUNTER

Apple Jack trotted up Sugarcube Corner, the building seemingly looming over her. She looked around Pony Ville which was so barren it was basically a ghost town. The clouds looming over a usually sunny town. The Pegasus' not able to come out attend to the weather due to the fear of being taken. Apple Jack turned her attention towards the door holding up her hoof to knock, when the door opened to reveal a happy Pinkie Pie.

"Oh howdy Pinkie!" Greeted Apple Jack. " I was just comin' by to pick up Apple Bloom, to make sure she gets home safe and all." Apple jack walks into Sugarcube Corner and Pinkie shuts the door. They walk into the kitchen where Apple Bloom and Derpy Hooves sit eating an assortment of cupcakes, muffins and other pastries.

"Well, looks like yall really have been bakin' a lot!" Apple Jack exclaimed eyeing all of the dessert lined along the counter. Pinkie Pie walks around and picks up a platter of brownies iced with a gooey red frosting.

"Here! You should try some!" Pinkie says excitedly giving Apple Jack a eerily large smile. Apple Jack takes one of the brownies off the tray, some of the icing getting onto her hooves and dripping down her arm. The frosting remind Apple Jack of blood, its consistency and even its smell. She licks up the frosting off her hooves and arms, then finally biting into the brownie.

"I've got to hand it Pinkie, you always make the best baked goods!" Apple Jack says gobbling down the brownie as Pinkie hands her another one.

" Oh I couldn't take all the credit. " Pinkie says blushing " I had these two wonder ponies helping me!" Pinkie motions to Derpy and Apple Bloom who eyeing Apple Jack and giggling amongst themselves.

"Oh yes! Yes!" Derpy exclaims smiling. " I come here everyday to help Pinkie Pie! It's the most fun I've ever had!"

Apple Jack thinks of all the fun she's been having at the farm. "I don't think it could compare to mine." Apple Jack thinks to herself

"I wish I was allowed to come here everyday." Apple Bloom pouted, crossing her hooves.

" Now, now lil' sis'. " Apple Jack starts, wrapping her free hoof around her sister. " It's been mighty suspicious here in Pony Ville. It's for your own safety that your not out and about all by yourself." Apple Bloom continues to pout as Apple Jack is continuously offered various treats.

"If it would make you feel any better AJ, I could escort Apple Bloom from here to home or school. I really enjoy spending time with her, and after all," Pinkie smiles, " We are family." she says handing Apple Jack a red iced cupcake.

Apple Jack takes the cupcake in her hoof hesitantly. " Well I wouldn't wanna ask for too much, It could be dangerous out there for you too."

Pinkie Pie erupts in laughter. She falls to the floor holding her stomach. Her laughter bellows throughout the room, bouncing off the walls and into Apple Jacks ears.

" Oh Apple Jack!" Pinkie says in between giggles and breaths. " That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!" She exclaims through her laughter.

Apple Jack shifts her hooves, still holding the cupcake. The icing beginning to drip down off the top. Apple Jack can't help but feel uncomfortable as Pinkie continues to laugh on the floor gasping for air. She sees her sister and Derpy snickering as they share treats with each other. Apple Jack did not get what was so funny.

" I'm serious Pinkie. I don't want to lose you and my sister! I've come to take her home anyway...It's getting late and I have some special farm work in the morning." Apple Jack tries.

Pinkie continues to laugh manically in the floor for a few more seconds before she is just panting on the floor. Once she had caught her breath she stood up and placed an arm around Apple Jack.

"No worries my friend" Pinkie said smiling a toothy grin. " No one is as dangerous as I am!" she then flexed her arms in a superhero fashion.

Apple Jack chuckled. " If you say so Pinkie..."

"I do say so! That's why i said it!" She cocks her head with a smile. An unusually large smile from the ones she had previously made. Pinkie gazed at the cupcake in Apple Jack's hoof. " Aren't you gonna eat that?"

Apple Jack hesitates. " Uhm well I've had so many other treats I'm kinda full. I'm sure I've spoiled supper already!" She chuckles.

Pinkie Pie stares blankly at Apple Jack. " That's too bad" She sighs. "We really worked hard making all these treats and we don't have anyone to share them with. She trots over to Apple Bloom and Derpy and pulls them into a hug. They all look at Apple Jack with puppy-dog eyes.

" Well I spose' I wouldn't mind taking some for the road, but we've really gotta get goin' before it gets totally dark.." Apple Jack says eating the cupcake in hopes of Pinkie allowing her to leave.

" I suppose I'll see you later then, Apple Jack! " Pinkie smiles seemingly satisfied. " Stay safe girls!" She says pushing the sisters outside to an almost set sun. Slamming the door behind them.

" Awwh we didn't get any treats to take home." Apple Bloom pouted. " Do you think we could go back inside and get some?" She asked Apple jack

"No, no. It'll be ok, we need to head home now." She said pulling her sister with her. " I'm sure you can get more when you come back tomorrow"

"I can come back tomorrow?!" Apple Bloom asked excitedly, walking with her sister.

" Well Pinkie Pie seemed very adamant about you being able to come back, so I guess it's ok as long as somepony is with you to keep you safe." Apple Jack sighed.

Apple Bloom hopped up and down. " This is great! Thank you Apple Jack!" She hugged her sister and took off towards the farm.

"Wait for me, Apple Bloom!" Apple Jack shouted out running to catch up to her sister as they approached the farm.

#mlp gore #mlp #mlp creepypasta #mlp horror #gore #violence #applejack #apple bloom #horror #pinkie pie #derpy hooves #sugarcube corner

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angstama · 3 years

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apple tree | chifuyu.m

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x reader

genre: angst, slow-burn, unrequited love, pining, fluff, chifuyu doesn’t love you that way :(

warnings: as usual, heartbreak coming ahead <3

✧. in which you look back on the times that chifuyu had been the highlight and heartbreaker in your youth.

you were five when you first met chifuyu matsuno under the big apple tree one summer day.

head deep into bending the fragile weeds into a flower crown when a blonde haired boy with the prettiest ocean blue eyes approached you. “what are you doing?” he asked curiously, licking his already melting chocolate ice cream while looking at the imperfectly balanced flower that you had spent hours on crafting in your hands. “making a flower crown.” you answered simply, not even sparing the blonde haired boy a glance as you were too focused in tweaking the branches.

“woah that’s awesome!” he beamed in excitement, plopping down next to you instantly and leaning in closer to take a look at it. “yeah i know right!” you smiled in triumph, finally looking up to see whoever was showing interest in your little hobby and behold, there sat chifuyu in a rainbow striped t-shirt with his legs crossed and eyes gleaming with interest.

in all honesty, your flower crowns were horribly ugly, but in chifuyu’s eyes it was uniquely you. perhaps it was maybe because he hadn’t seen anyone making an actual flower crown before or perhaps maybe he was just feeling sorry for the girl who always sat alone under the big apple tree that never bloomed a single fruit all year round. whichever it was, you wished that it was the first. “teach me how to make one please!” he grabs your wrist, causing your cheeks to burn under the scorching hot sun and heart rate quickening though you were clueless as to why it happened being only at the age of five, so you decided that it was okay to have him around.

strangely ever since then, you were never seen alone under the apple tree in the park again.

you were nine when you first understood the concept of crushes, with the help of your best friend, chifuyu matsuno of course.

“it’s when you want to share the biggest chicken drumlet with them dummy!” chifuyu explained, voice muffled from stuffing his face with fried chicken one after another. you weren’t sure how the two of you derived at the current topic, though you remember the last you checked, chifuyu was rambling on and on about the new girl in your class. “so, you’d share this with whoever you have a crush on?” you asked as you pointed towards the biggest drumstick that chifuyu had saved for the last, as always.

he nodded impatiently, grabbing the very same drumstick and ready to devour it but only to come to a halt when the two of you locked eyes. “want some?” he offered, waving the fried chicken in front of you. “wh-what?” your words fumbled, taken aback by chifuyu’s sudden offer right after the whole sharing of the biggest chicken drumlet explanation he had just made. “you kept staring at it. do you want it?” he asked, with innocence laced in his voice, oblivious to the shade of red slowly making an appearance on your cheeks. you huffed, “am not!”. chifuyu only lets out a snort, “yeah sure,” he chuckles boyishly, leaning down to rest on your shoulders, causing your body to stiffen upon the sudden contact. that afternoon, for almost an entire hour you were forced to sit as straight as you could, afraid that something was going to erupt in your tummy again as you could feel the bubbling sensation that threatened to explode.

you were thirteen when you finally realised that you, y/n l/n, wants to share the biggest drumstick with chifuyu matsuno.

it was christmas eve and chifuyu had invited you over to his place for a dinner, claiming that his mother had threatened to throw his precious romance mangas away if he didn't invite you.

you arrived at the matsuno’s household ten minutes earlier than stated with a tray of roasted potatoes held in your hands and beads of sweat running down your forehead despite the freezing cold temperature outside. for the eight years of friendship you had with chifuyu, you’ve never felt this nervous seeing him and his family. it’s the cold, you naively thought, when the door swung opened, revealing your best friend dressed in a maroon striped sweater with suspenders. his eyes widened, not expecting to really see you when he was just opening to check in an attempt to ease his mother’s sixth sense. “y/n? why didn’t you knock?” he gasped, gently tugging the tray on your hands into his as he looked at you in surprise. “well, i was gonna but you opened the door before i could!” you scoffed a white lie, wanting nothing but to cover up the fact that you had been standing outside because you couldn’t get your heart to calm down.

“chifuyu why don’t you give y/n the gift you got for her now?” mrs matsuno chimed, elegance evident in her posture and movement when she lightly dabbed a napkin across her lips which made you wonder how is it possible that she's the mother of chifuyu when chifuyu shared not a single bit of her grace when it comes to eating. chifuyu pauses briefly, “give me a sec,” he nods before stuffing the roasted potato that was previously halfway into his mouth and standing up to jog over to his room. “he cleaned the house for two months for it.” mr matsuno chuckled as chifuyu jogs out again, this time with a paper bag held in his hand.

“you better wear it everyday.” he sent you a playful wink, handing you the brown paper bag. you carefully unwrapped the ribbon that bounded the paper bag and pulling out an overly oversized hoodie enough to fit you through a lifetime. you noticed that it was same hoodie that chifuyu often wears except that yours was in the shade of emerald green, the colour that chifuyu had taken the effort to remember that you had once claimed as your colour when the two of you had a heated discussion on what colour represents yourselves.

“wow! now we have a friendship hoodie!” you beamed in excitement, pulling the oversized hoodie over your sweater. “how do i look?” you asked, posing a few turns at chifuyu as he took a good look at you. “pretty.” he held a thumb up before stuffing another spoonful of pasta down.

your lowered your gaze upon hearing the sudden compliment your best friend gave, opting to look at the last piece of roasted chicken that mrs matsuno had offered you earlier just now before chifuyu could lay his hands on it. your lips pursed, not entirely confident to do it but eventually picking up the piece of meat and placing it on chifuyu’s already dirtied plate from all the sauces he had mixed with his food. “thank you,” you mumbled, looking anywhere else but chifuyu’s burning gaze on you.

the butterflies were taking flight soon and you on the other hand had no idea how to contain it.

you were sixteen when chifuyu first broke your heart on the first day of the spring season, openly declaring in front of you and takemichi that he’ll be confessing to the pretty girl sitting in front of him during lunch time.

her name is haru.

“no way! you’re kidding!” takemichi gaped, leaning in closer to chifuyu as the close proximity between the two of them wasn’t enough for him to hear chifuyu clearly. chifuyu crossed his arms, confidence evident in his posture, “of course not! i’ve already decided, there’s no going back!”

“be sure not to scare her away!” you stuck your tongue out to which chifuyu rolled his eyes in response. “eh? you’re just jealous that no one’s confessing to you!”, wiggling his head in a playful manner as he brought an ‘L’ sign up to his forehead to further anguish you. you raised a middle finger, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation for you weren’t sure if you were able to contain the effect of your heart dropping six feet down.

you knew chifuyu succeeded when he came running to you after school with the brightest smile you adored, a faint tint of blush coated on his cheeks. “guess i’m gonna see you lesser huh lover boy?” you chuckled softly, shoving your textbooks into your canvas bag as he swung himself onto your desk with a smug grin. “you’d wish huh don’t you? but no, you’ll still see me as often when i’m off from boyfriend duties,” he sang happily. perhaps maybe because it was chifuyu’s own words, you believed wholeheartedly that you were okay with being just his best friend and being supportive of his relationship. so you watched chifuyu’s love for haru bloomed into something more than just the typical puppy love you often watch on romcoms.

in just a blink of an eye, two years had passed and the next thing you knew you were spending your birthday without your best friend for the second time in a row. “this sucks,” you grumbled, throwing your phone aside when the time struck midnight, announcing a new day had just arrived. chifuyu’s words were just empty affirmations when you realised that you barely ever saw your best friend. you weren't sure if the two of you were even best friends anymore. it felt more like he’s just a friend that you talk to occasionally now. you see, chifuyu is a loyal friend and that’s a widely known fact and that’s what made it even more heartbreaking for you because chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive and you had no reason to hate him for that.

you rubbed your temples tiredly, wanting nothing more than to run your aching head into the wall when a packet of your favourite watermelon mints was thrown onto your desk. “rough night?”atsumu, your beloved table-mate asked smugly. “you don’t say,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at the obvious as you impatiently tore the packet open. “he didn’t wish ya happy birthday did he?” the freshly bleached haired boy questioned. atsumu got his answer when you didn't sat in silence, opting to look out the window to distract yourself from the threatening tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. and god do love to test you when the scene of chifuyu leaning in to kiss haru on the lips ever so gently unfolds at your sight. oh how you wished that it was you who he’s kissing right now.

chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive.

it was already late into the night when you heard a knock outside your balcony. your breath hitched when you saw that it was chifuyu who had disturbed your little movie marathon alone after the events that had happened lately. “hey,” he breathed, a soft smile wearing on his lips to which you returned it with an awkward one, inviting him into your messy room. “oh we’re in our friendship hoodie!” he chuckles nervously. your eyes travelled on him, realising that indeed he’s wearing the same hoodie that you were currently wearing right now. “it’s late chi, what’s going on?” you sighed, tone coming off harsher than you intended to. chifuyu nods slowly, face soon replaced with an apologetic look. “i’m sorry for missing your birthday, i feel horrible really,” he begun. “ i know i haven’t been around lately, so i want to make it up to you.”

your brows furrowed at chifuyu’s apology, you knew he was being so sincere so why did you feel even much more upset hearing it? “that’s it? you could’ve just done this in school tomorrow chifuyu.”you sighed, trying your hardest to mask the pettiness within you with a tired voice. “ i know i know, but i couldn’t sleep knowing that i left my best friend alone on her 18th birthday.” he looked at you hesitantly as you quietly pulled your duvet over your lap. “how about let’s go hiking and watch the sunrise this weekend? just the two of us. i know you’ve been wanting to do that.”

you wished you weren’t in love with chifuyu so that you wouldn’t give in so easily. you wished you were petty enough to make a scene and just be angry at him but you couldn't so here you are right now, hiking up the trail with your hand in chifuyu’s as you helped him up the slope. “your stamina really sucks,” you retorted to which chifuyu huffed in response. “it’s not that my stamina sucks, it’s that this trail is literally ninety-eight percent high slopes,” he pouts.

“well you could've chose not to show up.”

“no! i want to do this with you. what are you talking about?”

you only smiled at his little defence. “whatever,” you mumbled as you quickly dropped your grip on his and walking ahead of him in an attempt to hide your blush. “hey! wait for me!”

it was near autumn when one day chifuyu appeared in the wee hours of the night with tears streaming down his cheeks when he fell into your arms and hugged you tightly. you found out that haru was moving away to the states with her family and had broken up with chifuyu, refusing to try out long distance relationship.

so like any other best friend, you let chifuyu cry into your shoulders as you sat in silence that night, heart breaking at the torn state chifuyu was in. he truly loved her.

you were twenty when chifuyu held your hands and asked you to be his.

“chifuyu matsuno! where the hell are my batteries?” your voice echoed through your shared apartment, causing poor chifuyu to jump and drop the eggs he was previously holding in his hands on to the floor. it’s been almost two years since haru and chifuyu had broken up and you had spent a great deal of time trying to mend his broken heart though you knew that it would never be fully healed. she was his first love after all.

the two of you had moved in to a small apartment close to your university as planned since young, officially becoming roommates. “fuck!my eggs!” chifuyu cried out loud as he frantically lets go of the spatula in his hands to grab a kitchen tower and clean up the pool of egg yolk and egg white on the marble floor. you groaned in annoyance when chifuyu doesn’t answer your question, slamming the tools drawer shut and making your way towards the kitchen.

“i swear chi-” you paused when you saw chifuyu kneeling on the floor with his pink kitten design apron tied against his body, a pout clearly evident on his lips. “what ever happened?” your head tilted slightly, annoyance slowly decimating. “you screamed like a mad woman. that’s what happened.” he retorted. you rolled your eyes, grabbing another kitchen towel and joining chifuyu on the ground. “well if you didn’t misplace my batteries, i wouldn't be screaming.”

“if you looked close enough, it’s literally on your study desk.”

“it’s not!”

“it is!”

“it’s not!” you huffed, getting up and stomping over to your room to prove a point but your eyes widened, horrified by the pure sight of your batteries accompanies by a fresh pack with a sticky note attached on top of it. ‘you’re welcome <3′, it wrote. you slowly walked out of your room with your head hung low, doing the walk of shame. “say it,” chifuyu taunts as he skilfully tossed the omelette onto the plate and placing it in front of you. you scrunched your nose, lips pursing and taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly, fingers fumbling at the ends of your shirt. “ah-ah i can't hear you,” you hear him sing, a little too happy. obvious that he’s enjoying this. you sighed in defeat, clearing your throat loud enough. “i’m sorry,” you said it loudly this time.

chifuyu lets out a laugh in satisfaction, throwing his head back while you on the other hand could only pout at his triumph. but that didn’t mean that your heart didn't swell up at the expression of happiness he has on his face right now. digging in at the breakfast that chifuyu had made for you which had now became a routine, you couldn't help but to feel small under chifuyu’s intense stare on you. “are you not gonna eat?” you raised your brow, eyeing the untouched omelette on his plate. chifuyu rests his chin on his palm, looking at you with a look of as if he had something to tell you.

“i will.” he hummed before reaching out to grab your hands. your body stiffened, dumfounded at what’s currently happening. “you know, for the last two years, life was a little less painful thanks to you.” chifuyu confessed earnestly, “ i guess what i’m trying to say is that, you’re my end game y/n l/n. i don’t think i would've came this far if it wasn’t for you so i’m going to ask you this once,” he paused, intertwining his fingers in yours as he gazes into your eyes deeply,

“will you be my girlfriend?”

your relationship with chifuyu wasn’t a perfect one but the two of you always made it work somehow. which is why here you are sitting against your bed frame with luggages packed by the side wondering what exactly had gone wrong along the way?

and you realised that you were never meant to be chifuyu’s end game. you were never meant to be his forever.

“you think that i don’t fucking know that you were always looking at her instagram when you think i’m not around?” you screamed, body shaking from the exhaustion that’s taking a toll on you both physically and emotionally. “i don’t see how it’s wrong wanting to see how my friend is doing?” chifuyu snaps.

you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked away. “yeah. as if you don’t still say her name in your sleep. as if you don’t fucking mess up our favourite food, as if you didn’t tell takemichi that you wished i was haru!” this was the last straw for you. you were too exhausted to try anymore. haru was irreplaceable and you were just a temporary band aid for chifuyu.

it was as if you had hit jack pot when your lover went silent. “i’ve loved you for so long chifuyu. but loving you hurts too much. i’m so tired of this.” you finally allowed yourself to break down, letting yourself go loose on the emotions you’ve suppressed for years as chifuyu could only watch in remorse for tearing you apart till this state.

you finally understood why the apple tree never bloomed any apples.

you were twenty seven when you decided to leave chifuyu matsuno. fifteen years of friendship and seven years of being each other’s significant other. you finally walked away, planting one last final kiss on chifuyu’s lips and shutting the door on your ex-lover’s sleeping figure.

#chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x y/n #chifuyu imagines #chifuyu x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo manji gang #angst #fanfic #mikeysano #manjiro sano #reader #tokyo revengers takemichi #takemichi

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lancermylove · 3 years

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Flowers (Valentine’s Day HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: All x gn!Reader, Ortho platonic.

Warning: None

Prompt: Type of flower he would give you on Valentine’s Day.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! 💝

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Prologue:

You went to get breakfast with Grim, hoping to get a glimpse of your boyfriend. He was nowhere to be found, but when you returned to Ramshackle, you found a gift from him.

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Malleus

A bouquet of pink, lavender, and white Gerbera Daisies sat on the living room center table. A pink bow was neatly tied around the stems, holding the bouquet together.

"Today is Valentine's Day, correct? Fufu, human holidays are quite intriguing. Lilia said gifting flowers is a must and asked me to choose carefully. It seems as though each flower has a different meaning. A variety of gerbera daisies in a single bouquet represent innocence, beauty, and cheerfulness. What better flower to gift you? You are always the reason behind my smile, but today, let me be the reason for your smile. ~Malleus Draconia"

Lilia

A simple gray ceramic pot with pink orchids sat in front of the Ramshackle entrance.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my dear! Did you know orchids symbolize love, beauty, and strength? They reminded me of you~ hehe. You're such a lovely and strong person. I don't know if you realize this, but you are the strength of the people around you. Also, don't forget that I will always love you. ~Lilia”

Silver

A single red and pink anemones sat on the dorm's doorstep along with two notes.

"I will protect you forever. ~Silver"

"Hey, it's Lilia. I saw Silver's note and couldn't help myself. That boy didn't even wish you Happy Valentine's Day, nor did he explain the meaning of anemones to you. These flowers symbolize protection, so Silver choose them for you. Also, (Y/N), thank you for being by Silver's side. I couldn't ask for anyone better. ~Your future father-in-law ;)"

Sebek

Grim ran up to the door and picked up a bouquet of white calla lilies. A crimson-colored bow was tightly wrapped around the stems. There were two notes next to the flowers.

"These are for you. ~Sebek"

"Hey, it's Lilia. I feel like I'm going to be spending the whole day trying to fix Silver and Sebek's blunders. These lilies reminded Sebek of you, and he couldn't stop saying how beautiful they looked. Of course, he didn't know I was listening, hehe. I hope you have a good Valentine's Day...let's hope your date with Sebek goes well. Wait, was I suppose to mention the date? Hehe, oh well! ~Lilia"

Riddle

Riddle gifted you a bouquet of white gardenias in a clear glass vase.

"Happy Valentine's Day. I am not used to giving gifts, so I hope you find these flowers beautiful. I couldn't help but think of your purity when I saw these gardenias. Please come to my dorm when you receive this note. I will be waiting for you. ~Riddle"

Ace

A single pink hydrangea flower sat on the coffee table with a sloppily written note.

"Pretty flowers, don't you think? Trey senpai said something about hydrangeas representing beauty and grace. They kinda remind me of you. Hope you like it! Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day. I'll stop by after classes! ~Your handsome boyfriend Ace"

Deuce

When you returned to Ramshackle, you found a clear vase with a bunch of sunflowers inside.

"Happy Valentine's Day. When I saw these flowers, they reminded me of your smile. Cater senpai told me sunflowers symbolize warmth and happiness, so I thought they were perfect for you. Do you want to...um...go on a..nevermind! See you after classes. ~Deuce"

Trey

Trey gifted you a bouquet of pink peonies wrapped inside a cream-colored gift wrapping tissue paper.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my beloved! These peonies are for you. They represent romance and are good luck charms, bringing fortune to those who receive them. I hope these flowers bring you luck. Don't forget about our date later tonight. Also, I baked your favorite dessert. ~Trey"

Cater

A bouquet of blue iris inside a clear vase sat on the living room table.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love! Sorry for not giving these flowers to you in person...I have classes. T~T Aren't irises breathtaking flowers? They're rare and unique, like you. <3 I'll see you after classes! Can't wait to go on a date with you!! :* ~XOXO, Cater"

Leona

You saw a single sugarbush protea sitting in front of the main door with two notes next to it.

"Here. Now come to my dorm, I want to nap with you. ~Leo"

"Happy Valentine's Day, (Y/N)! Leona asked me to deliver this flower to you, and when I saw his note...haha...he's even lazier than usual. Lemme tell you why Leona picked this flower for you. The florist said Proteas represent courage and transformation, and I think Leona's trying to say you're his courage. Shishishi! Don't tell him I said this! He's going to get so mad if he finds out. ~Ruggie"

Jack

Jack left a bouquet of yellow primroses inside a round vase on your doorstep. Next to the vase were two notes.

"You are perfect the way you are. Don't ever change. ~Jack"

"Shishishi. How sweet of Jack to say this. Oh, sorry, I saw him write this note and thought to tell you the reason why he chose this flower. The florist said primroses are a symbol of new love and new beginnings. Guess Jack wants to start a new life with you? Shishishi. I see marriage in your future! Don't tell him I sent this note to you. ~Ruggie"

Ruggie

Ruggie gifted you a bunch of yellow dandelion flowers.

"Happy Valentine's Day! Did you know Dandelions are tough and can endure anything? Just like you. They also have healing properties and are healers, like you. Shishishi. Oh, did you know you can make tea out of these? They help with all sorts of pain and illnesses! ~Ruggie"

Azul

Azul gifted you a bouquet of purple tulips, neatly tied with a lavender satin bow.

"Hello, love. Happy Valentine's Day. My apologies for not handing these to you in person. I promise to make it up to you later. I thought quite a lot about what flower to give you, but I could think of none better than tulips. They convey comfort and warmth, and when I'm with you, I feel wanted and loved. You mean the world to me. ~Love, Azul"

Jade

When you walked into Ramshackle dorm, a radiant sparkle caught your eyes. Getting closer, you saw a pink glass rose sitting atop a note.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my dear. I noticed quite a few men handing their beloved fresh flowers, but why gift an item that will wither? I do hope you like the glass rose. Its charm, radiance, and delicacy reminds me of you. Visit the Monstro Lounge once you're finished with classes. ~Jade"

Floyd

In the living room, you found a bouquet of forget-me-nots held together by a jute string.

"Hey, Shrimpy, Happy Valentine's Day~! Jade went flower shopping, so I joined him and found these flowers. They look like you, tiny and cute. Come to my dorm after classes~ I made something for you. ♡ Floyd”

Kalim

You entered Ramshackle, hoping to find Kalim; instead, you saw a gold rose on the living room sofa. Beside the metal-flower sat a cream-colored paper with a gold border.

"Jamil said I shouldn't give you this and should choose fresh flowers. But I don't wanna give you something that'll wilt. This rose is better 'cause it'll stay with you forever! Oh, Happy Valentine's Day! Come to Scarabia after school~ I'm gonna throw you the best party ever! ~ Kalim :)"

Jamil

When you returned to the dorm, you found a thin glass vase with a single pink lotus inside and a note next to it.

"Happy Valentine's Day. I hope your day has been well so far. I don't know what your favorite flower is, so I got you a lotus. You know about lotus, right? They bloom from mud but are unaffected by the muck around them. Lotuses remind me of you...no matter how dirty the world around you, your beauty remains untouched. ~Jamil"

Vil

You strolled into your dorm and saw Grim running towards you with a single red rose and a note in hand.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my lovely. What better flower to gift you than a red rose? Red is the color of passion, whereas a rose represents classic beauty. This particular rose has been cultivated with the utmost care. Flawless, is it not? Be ready by 4 for our date. ~Your beautiful Vil"

Rook

You entered the living room to find a bouquet of Casa Blanca lilies in a white vase sitting on the table. Around the neck of the vase was a green satin ribbon holding a note.

"Bonjour, mon amour. You like flowers, oui? These are Casa Blanca lilies, known for their beauty, class, and style. They suit you quite well. Now come, we shall go on a date and make memories. ~Ton amour, Rook"

Epel

As soon as you walked into the living room, you saw a bouquet of lavenders and a basket of apples.

"Hello. Today's Valentine's Day, right? So, um...Happy Valentine's Day. I got these lavender flowers for you. They smell good, right? Meemaw - I mean grandmother, loves them a lot, so I thought you would like them too. Speakin' of Meem- grandma, she sent apples for you and asked me to give them to you today. I planned a date today...I'll meet you in front of your dorm at 2. ~Epel"

Idia + Ortho

You entered your bedroom to find a bouquet of pink alstroemeria and a bouquet of white daisies on your bed, along with two circular device. When you touched the device, a holographic note appeared.

"H-Hello. Happy Valentine's Day. U-Um, these alstroemerias are for you. You are my only f-friend, and I want to gift you these flowers to show my d-devotion to you. T-Thank you for staying by my side. ~Idia"

You tapped the smaller circular device and saw a holographic projection of Ortho. The child spoke in a chirpy voice.

"Hello, (Y/N)! Happy Valentine's Day! I know you are big brother's valentine, but I wanted to gift you these flowers. Daisies represent innocence, happiness, and friendship. These blooms are given to those who put a smile on your face. You always put a smile on big brother's face, so thank you for that. Oh, and I hope you like the flowers Idia picked out. He wasn't sure what to get you, so I suggested alstroemeria. See you in a few hours! Ortho signing out."

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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years

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You Totally Like Him

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Requested by anons: Ok ok @ the plant mutation reader request consider: A reader who's very awkward and their mutation get the best of them sometimes, so when Peter is just casually talking with them or something flowers n plants start to rapidly grow at their feet or when he goes to leave they subconsciously grow vines around his own to prevent him from leaving?? I'm not sure if this is good I kinda thought of it on the spot// Could I request an imagine of a flower mutant reader , were whenever Peter's around they unintentionally start growing a lot of flowers around the place . It's almost like Peter makes it hard for them to control their mutation// Request for plant mutation reader x Peter Maximoff (X-men): Reader accidentally growing little flowers whenever his with her because she has a not-so-secret crush on him

I loved writing this so much!!! I hope you all don’t mind that I put all three requests in one they were all just basically the same aspect. I really hope you three like this I’m pretty proud of it.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2271

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You’ve never been very good with people. You were far too awkward and then when your mutation emerged you really weren’t good at controlling it. Your parents decided to homeschool you the minute a branch wrapped around a kids ankle and hung him upside down because he upset you. And even though you can control your powers now they still get the best of you. Thank goodness for Xaviers school though, since you’ve come here it hasn’t been that bad. Though maybe that’s because you tend to avoid everyone other than your teachers and Jubilee, who you had immediately become friends with upon arriving.

The two of you constantly hang out, you’ve even hung out with Kurt a few times with her. You’d go with her to the mall or the movies and she’d make sure the two of you did plenty of activities in nature. Some of those included picnics, either berry or apple picking, or just sitting around in the small clearing that’s become your spot. There the two of you study and talk and oftentimes one of you would start to make a flower crown with you making sure there’d be enough of the flowers to finish.

“Jubes!” You exclaimed as you burst into her room a blinding smile on your face and flowers blooming in your hair. “I passed that exam I was worried about.”

“Oh my gosh, yay! I told you, you would pass.” She pulls you into her arms and the boy in front of her clears his throat. “Oh, Peter this is Y/n. Y/n this is my friend Peter.” You turn to look at the silver haired boy you didn’t notice before and feel the heat from a blush creep up to your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is quiet, embarrassed for just barging in. “Sorry if I was interrupting, I didn’t realize Jubes had company.”

“That’s alright, a pretty gal like you can interrupt me anytime.” Your face heats up even more at his flirting and the flowers in Jubilees' room seem to burst open and more appear in your hair. Jubilee notices this and smiles to herself realizing the effect Peter has on you and she can’t help but to think that it’s adorable. “I’ll leave the two of you to it though, see you ladies around.” He sends a wink your way before speeding out of the room.

“You totally like him!”

“What? No I don’t, I don’t even know him.” Your eyes go wide and you take a step away from her.

“Alright, explain this then.” Jubilee pulls a few flowers from your hair and motions towards all of the flowers in the room.

“Uhh, gotta go!” You dash out of the room with a laughing Jubilee yelling ‘see you tomorrow’ at you.

You do whatever you can to distract yourself from thinking about Peter. When you last caught yourself thinking about what happened in Jubilees room you noticed flowers growing around your feet in your room. Stargazing always seems to help clear your mind so here you are lying underneath the professor's grandfather's tree that you regrew for him staring up at the sky. You’re at peace here with the wind softly blowing through your hair when you sit up slightly and nothing but the sounds of nature and the occasional student filling your ears.

“So you control plants, that's pretty cool.” You shoot up into a sitting position and look over at the boy who ruined your peace. Peter’s leaning against the tree with his arms crossed and one foot firmly planted against it. He can’t help but think how beautiful you look with the moonlight lighting up your features.

“I guess so. It’s hard to control it sometimes though.” You shrug and lay down again looking back up at the stars to distract yourself from his cute smile.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Stargazing.” He’s quiet after you speak but you can sense him getting closer, feel him moving through the grass before he lays down next to you one arm swung behind his head.

“Anything good?”

“I don’t know any constellations other than the big and little dipper. Sometimes though I see a shooting star and that’s pretty cool.” As you speak you turn your head in his direction and then look at him just to find him already looking at you. Your breath hitches in your throat and you pray that he can’t tell as you both just lay there and stare at each other. When you notice your eyes starting to move from looking at his eyes to his lips you fake a yawn and get up. “I should be getting to bed,it’s late. Goodnight Peter, sweet dreams.” And you rush off to the school leaving Peter alone in the small field of Night Phlox that grew during the encounter.

***

“That sounds pretty magical Y/n.” Jubilee turns her head to look at you after you finish telling her about your experience with Peter last night.

“Jubes stop moving. Do you want this done or not?” You’ve been trying to braid flowers into her hair like she had asked for the past twenty minutes. She just loves to look at you when she interrupts you with questions. “It wasn’t magical, we barely spoke and I probably made a fool of myself with not being able to control my powers.”

“Peter wouldn’t care about that. Besides you can make up for that today.”

“Today? What did you do?”

“I may have invited him to come hang with us.”

“Jubilee!”

“What? You totally like him. I’m just trying to help you out, nudge the two of you closer together.”

“But this is our spot. I’m done by the way.” You pat her shoulders and she grabs the braid to see it before turning around and pointing at you.

“Don’t you give me that when you’re the one who invited Kurt and let him know about it.” You open your mouth to speak but she covers your mouth to prevent it. “You told me I could invite someone if I wanted to and this is me doing that.” You just roll your eyes at her and nod your head in defeat.

“Woah, Jubilee nice hair.” Peter appears behind your friend and she smiles real big at you before looking at him.

“Thanks Pete, it’s some of Y/ns best work.” Buttercups sprout up around your rested hands in the grass as Peter smiles at you. “Don’t be shy Peter come sit with us.” Jubilee pats the spot in between the two of you and Peter sits the three of you forming a triangle.

“Hi Peter, how’s your day been?” You busy yourself with plucking the flowers out of the ground while you ask. You don’t realize that more daisy’s are appearing in your hair.

“Good I pranked Scott and did my runs already so I’m not sure what to do the rest of the day. Does this happen often?” Peter’s hand reaches for your hair as he goes to pull out a flower and you make eye contact with him freezing in your spot for a second.

“Only when I already have a flower either in my hair or behind my ear but even then they only bloom all throughout when my emotions get the best of me and I can't control it. I know it’s pretty stupid isn’t it?”

“I don’t think it’s stupid. I had a hard time controlling my powers at first, I was always crashing into walls when I didn’t mean to go fast. I’m sure speed is a lot easier to control than plants. Besides you look pretty with flowers in your hair.” As he places the flower he took back into your hair you smile at him and purple coneflowers grow around the three of you. Jubilee notices and sees just how smitten the two of you are with each other. She knew that you liked him but now that she sees that Peter is totally into you too she just has to get the two of you together.

After hearing Peter’s words of reassurance you become more comfortable around him. The two of you joke around and talk about your lives to get to know eachother better, you even forget that Jubilee was there at one point until she asked Peter a question. You don’t notice the flowers that bloom around you when Peter would do or say something that would put butterflies in your stomach.

“Oh shit, is it that time already?” Peter’s watch beeps with an alarm and he looks at it shocked. “I told my sister I would take her for ice cream so I gotta go, I didn't realize how late it was getting.” He stands up and smiles down at you. “Bye Y/n I’ll see you around, bye Jubilee!” He goes to dash away but can’t due to roots wrapping around his ankle to keep him there. “Hey, uh Y/n, a little help here.”

“Oh God! I’m so sorry Peter, I didn’t mean to.” You unravel the root from his ankle.

“Don’t worry about it.” Without thinking he leans down and kisses your forehead before blushing and rushing out another ‘bye’ and leaving. You’re left frozen in space with fireweed shooting up throughout the clearing and more daisies blooming all throughout your hair. Jubilee watches the whole thing happen with her mouth hanging open.

“You guys so totally like each other!” Jubilee squeals out once she composes herself.

“N-no, I doubt Peter meant that in any way other than a friendly goodbye.”

“Y/n you and Peter just sat here in your own little world for how long. I’ve never seen Peter sit still for that long without needing to exert some sort of energy. He a hundred percent likes you back.”

“You really think so?”

“Definitely.”

***

After that day Jubilee has made sure that you got more comfortable around Peter by inviting him everytime the two of you hang out. And you have recently you’ve even started flirting with him and that leaves him a blushing stuttering mess most times just making it more clear that he likes you according to Jubilee.

“Peter!” You run up to the boy whose attention immediately goes to you rather than his friends in front of him. He catches you in his arms, embracing you and relishing in the feeling of your arms around his neck. “Guess what?”

“You passed that test you thought you’d fail?” You step back for him, still smiling bigger than ever.

“Well yes but also no. I got asked out! And I didn’t even grow flowers all over the place!” Peter's smile falters a bit before he tries to put it back.

“That’s great Y/n. Who was it?”

“Warren, do you know where Jubilee is? I gotta tell her still.”

“I uh, think she’s in her room.”

“Thanks Petey!” You dash off to Jubilees room not seeing the look of disappointment on Peter's face.

“What are you doing Peter? Go tell her how you feel.” Jean says to him after you’re gone.

“It’s too late now Jean. I gotta go. I'll see you two later.”

You weren’t actually asked out technically. Jubilee had had enough of the two of you just flirting and not actually acting on your feelings so she had Warren ask you out. She figured that once you told Peter he would get jealous and finally man up and ask you out. She let you in on the plan once you told her about what happened so that it would seem more real. You were upset at first with her asking ‘what happens when Peter doesn’t stop it’ and she just responded with a shrug and a ‘then you go make a new friend with Warren’.

You’re in your room putting flowers into your hair when Peter bursts in. You twirl around and it’s silent as he takes in the view of you in a blue sundress and the flowers in your hair that match it.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” Jubilees words of ‘act like it’s real’ echo through your head.

“Don’t go out with Warren.”

“What? Why?” You scrunch your nose up in confusion as he takes a few steps closer to you.

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You deserve someone who can’t get you out of their mind, who finds themselves thinking about you every minute of the day. Who’ll do anything and everything to make sure you’re happy. Someone who will never get tired of you talking about plants or the wonderful flowers you sprout around you. Y/n you deserve someone that’s going to be terrified of losing you because you’re the most important person to them.” You swallow the lump in your throat deliberately not paying attention to the flowers growing in the pots around your room or in your hair as you watch him get closer to you.

“Someone like who?” You’re quiet but that doesn’t matter. Peter's so close to you, you’re sure he can hear your heart practically beating out of your chest like a cartoon.

“Someone like me.” Peter whispers to you as he places his hands on each side of your face and dips down to connect your lips in the most mind blowing kiss you’ve ever had. You smile at him when the two of you part and he looks around the room at the overabundance of flowers and vines.

“I’m gonna have to tell Warren I won’t be able to make it.”

“I already told him.”

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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I've Got You Under My Skin Part 2

Author's note: Can you tell I'm inspired? A double fic post who is she? Dedicated to @serxeins because I know I can always count on you to read and comment and give me some good vibes.

Summary: She's not jealous.

He's not there the next day and it puts her in another foul mood, honestly who was he to invade her life like this and then leave as he pleased? She would be the one to send him away not the other way around, she was the one in control here.

She goes all the way to his house after work to inform him of this, slightly more prepared for his state of dress- he's only wearing a thin white shirt and flowy pants, both made of soft looking cotton.

"No wonder you're still sick. Look at you're wearing." She rolls her eyes at him not waiting to be invited in, he never waits for her and ignores her when she tells him to go away. It's their thing. Blatant disregard.

"That's shaming, that's no way to speak to a sick person. What medical school did you go to?"

"One that taught me to prioritize honesty over niceties."

She has more porridge but it's her mom's recipe the one she used to make when she was feeling sick and it was hard to keep anything down. She had suddenly remembered it the night before and woke up early to prepare it from sensory memory alone, she was hardly a chef but this was the only meal she could make without fail. If her eyes had prickled with instead tears as she stirred the pot that was no one's business but her own. She hadn't been able to make it for years now but for some reason she couldn't stop herself this morning.

"What's this?" He asks curious over her shoulder, his chin barely grazing her skin. She doesn't move away ignoring the thrumming his closeness elicits.

"Porridge."

"It smells good. It doesn't look like grandma's porridge. Where did you get it?"

"I made it." It's embarrassing admitting that she made anything for him, she feels like she's showing her hand far too much but can't get her mouth to stop revealing her heart.

"You're full of surprises. Let's heat it up."

He looks better now, no longer flushed and sweaty. The fever must have broken over night, he looks rejuvenated scooping the food into a pot and warming it up.

His house looks a bit cleaner today as well, the windows are open allowing a wonderful breeze to fill the space and sweep away the stench of sick in the air. She walks aimlessly until she sees a bit of material on the floor, bending to pick it up she glares at the material in her hand. It's a light pink scarf, thin and almost sheer. He has an eclectic style but this is indubitably a woman's scarf, she almost throws it on the ground in a fit.

"What are you doing?" He breaks her from her shock, walking towards her with twin bowls in his hands.

She almost hides the scarf away feeling ashamed of the searing hotness that rips through her chest like a current. But foolishly she swings her hand up presenting the offending item instead, narrowing her eyes as she peers at him.

"What's this?" She challenges, a voice in the back of her mind begs her to shut the fuck up but her anger pushes her forward recklessly.

He tilts his head looking intensely at the item before pursing his lips and answering, "I think it's a scarf."

No fucking shit Sherlock.

She looks at him unimpressed and unamused not quite understanding why she cares so much that there's a scarf- a feminine nother scarf in his house.

"I had a guest earlier. She probably left it." He replies lightly sitting their food down on the table and she follows him briskly still not satisfied with his answers.

"Give me back my porridge." She says childishly snatching away his bowl just as he's about to eat, the look of annoyance on his face brings her nothing but pure joy.

"What's your problem now?" He argues reaching for the bowl but she tugs it further out of his reach. With a long suffering sigh he stands up, stepping closer to retrieve the bowl but that move brings them chest to chest and she stares up at his bright eyes.

Bringing his hands up he touches the scarf in her hand, she drops it abruptly not wanting him to touch it at all now.

"Don't."

He stares at her long and hard, Adam's apple bobbing as their eyes lock. He shakes his head a tight smile on his face now and she wants to kiss that smug look right off his face. Wait.

What. What am I thinking?

The sound of his doorbell chiming breaks them free of this heated staring match, but not immediately he looks at her puzzled and is that something hotter, before slowly turning and walking towards the door.

"Hey, I think I left my scarf--"

A decidedly female voice sounds from the door and before she can second guess herself she grabs the discarded scarf from the ground and sashays over to the door. He looks completely surprised to see her walking over but barely reacts when she barrels next time, pulling the door open wider to see who's here to see them.

It's the new teacher that just moved into town, she hadn't yet been introduced to her but she'd heard nothing but bad things from the landlord. She was supposedly a man stealer.

"Oh! I didn't know you had a guest." The woman's gentle voice lifts in awe at her sudden arrival at the door.

"Here's your scarf." She thrusts the item fiercely at her, watching as the other woman jolts in surprise.

Du-sik looks curiously between the two seeming to feel the weird energy surging in the air.

"Miss Yoon this is--"

"Was that all you needed? We were in the middle of eating. He needs to regain his energy." She cuts him off, having no desire to be introduced to the other woman. The school teacher glances between the two of them being nodding slowly as if realizing something.

"Yes that was all. I'll leave you to your meals."

She watches as the school teacher disappears from sight, turning to walk back to the table.

"That was rude. Do you two have a problem with each other?"

Shrugging non-committally she pushes his porridge back across the space already digging into her own.

"Your meal will get cold. Stop saying nonsense and come eat."

He stares at her for a long time before retaking his seat and tasting the thick broth, she tries not to watch and wait for his reaction but it's probably a failure.

"It's delicious. I can't believe you made this."

Overlooking the backhanded compliment she hides her smile behind her spoon before looking up with a glare, "I'll never make it for you again." But it's an empty threat because she already made three containers worth in case he falls ill again.

"I'll turn off your electricity until you do."

She guffaws at the threat, grabbing the closest thing (a pen) and throwing it at him. It pings off his forehead and falls to the ground.

"Ow. That hurt."

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, no doubt her roommate asking about her whereabouts she had just suddenly disappeared out of nowhere after running out of the office. Swiping to open the phone she prepares for the onslaught of messages.

"---kiss it better."

She freezes at the words, dragging her eyes from the phone back up to his steady gaze. He's staring brazenly seemingly unashamed but the tint of red on his ears give him away, he's not at confident as he's pretending to be.

"What did you say?"

"I.....said you should kiss it better."

She has no clue what he's talking about but instinctively her eyes move down to his lips, blush pink and tempting they stand out on his pale skin. She wonders how they would feel under her own, if they would pucker up and press or bloom open giving her their sweet nectar. She wonders how many women he's kissed and if he's ever thought about kissing her.

"My forehead. I meant my forehead... because of the pen. I was just joking." He looks dazed now, still under her appraising gaze and she coughs swiftly moving her eyes and staring out the window.

"Mi-seon's looking for me. I should go."

Thankfully he doesn't comment on her running away again, he merely nods and collects their bowls.

"Thank you for the meal." She nods in response, her voice lost at the moment terrified of why she keeps coming here, what could she possibly want?

He walks her to the door, both of them dragging their feet and taking their sweet time.

"That was the worst part about not having parents."

She halts at his sudden confession, squeezing her fists tightly as she glances over at him.

"Not having anyone who cared when I was sick. It was never clearer how alone I was until those fleeting moments, there was no one to pat my back or bring me food or tell me I would be okay."

It's an ache she's used up, the ache of wanting something she'll never have. Years spent pretending she didn't miss her mother everyday. His honesty forces her own to the surface.

"That porridge was the one my mom used to make for me. I haven't made it since she...."

She doesn't finish her sentence but the look in his eyes tell her that she doesn't need to, he understands loud and clear.

"Thank you for making it for me. I'm honored." There is reverence in his voice as if he's never meant anything more in his life, it makes her heart tremble.

They don't speak anymore as she puts on her shoes and lays her bag across her body, reaching behind her he tugs the door open for her.

With a solemn nod she turns around ready to leave but a moment of temporary insanity makes her turn back and grab his shoulder for support, there's a look of genuine shock of his face before she leans onto the tips of her toes and presses her lips against his forehead.

Her cheeks are on fire as she draws back and his face looks painful from his red it is.

"You're going to be alright." With her last strand of courage she wraps her arm around and pats him on the back in comfort, his eyes are glossy and he looks years younger.

"I'm going."

She's aching to run but she walks away calmly until she's out of sight, throwing herself to the ground as soon as she turns the corner grabbing handfuls of her hair.

So much for being in control. Fuck.

#hometown cha cha cha #me again #i might be a bit obsessed #y'all know I love a little jelly cee #it gets the blood running #hong du shik #yoon hye jin

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givemethatgold · 3 years

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Fix’er Upper - Pt. 17

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Overbearing mothers, arguing, swearing, angst

Length: 1.9k words

Notes: Amping up now! I’m guessing there are about four parts left in our little adventure here? Un-Beta’d

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The days of your mom's visit flew by, filled with fun touristy things you hadn't allowed yourself to do when you had first moved to town. It wasn't as eventful as it would have been in the Autumn when the leaves turned and everything was ripe for the picking, but a plan had already been set for both parents to visit in late September.

Maple Syrup was done being tapped and a farm not too far from you had offered samples of their different flavours and grades, something neither of you had known existed.

Frankie was busy pruning, thinning, grafting new shoots, and he was experimenting with a mineral fungicide to help protect his trees while also maintaining his organic status. Initially, this had made you panic because you knew he wouldn't be around to help entertain your mom but in the end, you were glad for the quality time with her. Surprising you both, on the fourth day of her stay she showed up at Morales Acres, suited up in brand new rubber boots, overalls, and plaid shirt, and told Frankie to put her to work.

That was the day she also got to meet Annie.

It did not go as well as hoped, and your expectations had been low to start with.

She had introduced herself as "your new Grandma" which was just so preposterous you hadn't even considered it something to warn your mother about not saying.

"I have a grandma already," Annie had replied, no attitude present in her voice, just stating facts. “And how could you be my grandma? She's-" pointing her finger at you "-not my mom."

You had to admit, while she wasn't wrong, and you hadn't even been trying to take the place of a parent, that one had caused a deep ache in your heart.

"Okay!" You'd interrupted the conversation before your mom had a chance to dig a deeper hole. "Who's ready for some pruning?" You waved the pruning shears in the air like a magician would, as if you'd just made them appear out of thin air.

"Surely you don't expect our little Annie to do that kind of work?" Your mother admonished, trying again to win the little girl over. "She's too small, ... and pretty!"

"Annie is the best worker we've got! She's the perfect size to reach the tallest sprouts without breaking the branches," you beamed down at her while grabbing her arm and encouraging her to flex her muscles. “We’d be lost without her.”

"Besides," Annie piped up, "The Apple family all pitches in no matter what the chore is! Don't we, Jack?"

"That's right, Bloomy-girl." Smiling down at Annie, you couldn't help but feel a little piece of that earlier hurt heal over.

The nicknames had come up a few weeks after she'd moved in. My Little Pony was a massive part of her life and one day you'd called Frankie "Big Mac" after one-too-many "yup" responses from him as Annie had been telling him a story. It had done the trick, made her laugh, distracted her from Frankie's sour mood (another bar had dropped his product, citing his lack of involvement), and endearing you to her a smidgen more. She had then dubbed you "Applejack" and herself "Apple Bloom", which had soon become shortened and they stuck.

Later that day, over chili and biscuits, Margot gave it another try.

"So, Annie, do you like living here? I bet a pretty girl like you had made lots of friends at school."

"Not really, they're all scared of me cause I told them my Mom's ghost follows me around."

That declaration caused the three adults to freeze. Nothing moved but your eyes, which were darting back and forth to each other, silently screaming and asking for advice on how to deal with this haunting confession.

"Oh my god!" Annie let out a laugh, "They looked the same way!"

You and Frankie joined in with her laughter, already being used to her morbid and odd sense of humour. Margot, though...

"Young lady!" She scolded, she must have been embarrassed by the laughter, thinking she was the butt of a joke.

"Mom," your voice warned, trying to remind her of her place without making anything awkward. Thankfully, it worked.

The final nail in the coffin, however, had come as you were all being seated at a patio table in town. After working all day, no one's hands felt strong enough to prepare dinner so you'd opted to splurge on dining out. Annie had behaved well for the rest of the work day but was getting hungry, which was never a good thing with a tired kid.

Just as you'd been handed the menus, a boy from a nearby table called out to Annie and waved enthusiastically. Annie, in no mood for niceties, had given a smile that appeared more like a grimace and focused back on Frankie, who was reading the menu for her.

"Annie, darling," Margot's voice rang clear above the din of voices and ambiance music. "That little boy just said hello."

You could hear the challenge in her voice and knew she was passive aggressively trying to remind Annie of, what Margot deemed, appropriate manners.

"Yup," came Annie's reply from behind her dad's menu. Apple, meet tree.

"Don't you think it would be nice to say hello back?"

"I barely know him."

"The polite thing to do is smile and wave. Why don't you go over there and say hi? It's the least you co-"

"Because I. Don't. Want. To!"

"But-"

Oh Christ Mom, you groaned internally, drop it!

"Margot. Please. Let me be the parent here?" Frankie spoke kindly, but firmly, and with just the right amount of charm to appease nearly anyone.

Margot was not anyone. And we had been doing so well, you thought wistfully as her spine straightened.

"I just think she should show a little more respect and appreciation for what she has here." Margot sniffed, shaking her head slightly and glaring down her nose at the menu.

"Right," came the smallest, sassiest voice you'd ever been blessed to hear. "I should be glad my mom died? Happy that all the people I knew fought over me but no one asked what I wanted? Be excited that I had to move away from my home to come here?"

You found yourself respecting Karla more, seeing how she'd raised Annie to be independent and ferocious.

“Excuse you-” Margot’s voice had gotten shrill and she looked like the vein in her forehead was going to burst.

"Margot," Frankie spoke calmly, yet you could hear the steel in the timber of his voice. "My daughter has been through more trauma than most adults have ever had to experience. You don't have to forgive her behaviour, because we aren't asking for forgiveness for it. But while you're here, all I'm asking is that you have a bit more empathy or keep yourself on mute."

"Well, I have never!" Standing so quickly that her chair fell backward, only to be caught by Frankie's food before it could crash to the decking floor, Margot threw down the napkin she had already laid across her nap and stormed out.

Silence had descended across the patio like a heavy, wet blanket. The cool, crisp Spring air went from feeling refreshing to setting a chill deep in Frankie's bones. His breath was coming fast and hard, and he didn't realize until he went to reach for his water glass that his hands were shaking.

It had been a long time since he'd had to face a confrontation like that. Words from elders and superiors were supposed to be listened to, venerated, honoured. But if someone was going to go after his baby girl? he quickly realized he was willing to throw himself down in the way of a freight train if that meant she was protected.

He wished it hadn't been with his girlfriend's damn mother, though. Especially after he'd witness the amount of healing in your relationship that had happened in the last two days. Darting his eyes to you, he could see the guilt, the apology, and something that looked an awful lot like fiery lust in your gaze.

"I'm so sorry that happened," you said to him as your gaze turned towards Annie, "are you okay, Bloom? You did good, I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself like that."

Frankie didn't realize his heart could grow any larger, yet every time he saw you interact with his daughter his chest swelled a little more. Damn, you were so good with her. It came to you so naturally, caring for people, making them feel at ease and so wanted.

He was snapped out of his internal wonderings when you grabbed his hand.

"I should probably go after her. She has my truck, and it drove all of us here." Your attempt at a joke to lighten the mood caused his mouth to quirk up at one side, making his mustache twitch. Pulling your hand to his mouth of a quick kiss on your knuckles, which intensified the heat in your gaze, Frankie nodded and let you go.

The waiter soon came back and, deciding that Annie couldn't wait any longer for her blood sugar level to go up, Frankie ordered her grilled cheese and fries and a burger for himself, asking for your favourite meal-of-choice to go.

When the server had returned with their orders, she found Frankie teaching his daughter the art of knowing how to de-escalate a situation with clever words and half-promises. Frankie didn't want her to lose her moxy but he knew that a lot of people responded to assertiveness with puffed-out chests, taking it as a challenge to their self-perceived status. Sometimes a quiet word or off-hand joke was better.

He was mopping up the ketchup pile left on Annie's plate with cold fries, silently wondering if he should call a cab since it seemed like Margot and you weren't returning, when his phone rang.

"Hey, I was just thi-"

"Frankie!" The fear in your voice was apparent from the first syllable, it sliced his chest open and cold dread washed over him like a bucket of ice water. "Fuck! Mom, hold on!" A scraping sound, Margot's cry of fear, and your swearing were all he could hear for the longest twelve seconds of his life.

"Honey? Hello?! What's going on?" He tried to keep his voice even in an effort to not alarm Annie, but the looks on faces near him told him he was failing miserably. His burger was about to come back up his throat from stress and adrenaline. "Talk to me, hon!"

"Frankie, we're being followed! Oh my god!" A loud bang and screeching tires almost drowned out what you said next, "Road raging, mother fucking, piece of shit! He's ramming my truck!"

Frankie was already in motion. Phone cradled between his ear and shoulder, he threw down a wad of cash, grabbed Annie's hand, and called out across the patio. "I need a truck!"

Thanking all the gods for small towns and knowing everyone. Frankie grabbed the first set of keys thrown at him, nodding at Greg from the market, and tamping down the fear growing in his gut so he could focus.

"Where are you? Tell me the road." Nodding his head, Frankie pictured a map of the area in his head and wondered how you had managed to get so off course and remote. "Take the next two rights, RIGHTS." He ordered, reminding himself that he was talking to a civvie but knowing that his commanding tone would also sharpen your focus. He could already hear your panicked breathing evening out. "Otherwise, it's a dead-end road. You gotta get turned around. Don't let them get alongside you, they'll try to swipe your bumper. Break the speed limit, run through the intersections, I don't care. Honey, listen to me, I'm coming."

Part Eighteen

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales #francisco morales x f!reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie catfish morales x fem!reader #frankie catfish morales x you #fix'er upper #francisco morales x you

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dracosaurusrex · 3 years

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Found (Draco x Reader)

“ The boy looked at you in awe. There you were right beneath him, as if the universe had orchestrated this scenario perfectly. ”

Summary: When Draco and Y/N find each other after losing one another in their past life.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Prompt: “I wish we could be together in another life” // “I promise I’ll be looking for you in each one” (From @minty-malfoy 300wc)

A/N: If you saw me frantically post this a number of times, it’s because it wasn’t popping up in the tags :/ Anywayy, I took a chance to retell the myth behind the constellation, Draco and infuse it with the characters. I thought it was fun, and I hope you enjoy reading!

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The skies were painted with pink and orange hues as the sun began to set upon Mount Atlas, home to Hera’s garden. Rooted heavily within it was a beautiful tree. One that bore fruit to sparkling, golden apples. It was a wedding gift from Gaia. A gift so precious that the young goddess had begged for it to be planted in her garden, which was filled with life itself. Lush trees covered its perimeter, flowers of every species bloomed with much radiance, and golden rays of light scattered through every nook and cranny. Lacing through the landscape were small creeks and springs, which nurtured the tree to its prime state of beauty. It is these that the nymphs of the evening, also known as the Hesperides, were entrusted by Hera to tend and protect.

There were three of them: Hesperia, Erytheia, and you, Aigle. You all were a playful bunch who truly loved Hera’s garden. However, moments spent under the sun led to a heightened craving as the golden apples shined with temptation. Enter, Ladon, a grand-looking serpentine dragon who coiled himself around the beautiful tree. Hera had summoned him to protect it after several attempts had been made by you and your sisters to steal some of the fruit for yourselves.

His body was decorated with scales of majestic shades comprising ivory, platinum, silver, and champagne. His talons presented themselves with intimidation, fangs comparable to the size of daggers, and his eyes flashed a striking blue hue filled with a look of ambition and purpose. The creature was the epitome of beauty and fright.

His presence was effective in keeping your sisters away--they scoured at the sight of him--but the case was quite different for you. Instead of being overcome by fear, you found yourself marveling at him. Every time you rose from your slumber, he was always there, zealously fulfilling his task. He was immortal and he never slept, yet his appearance was as just astounding as the day before. Because of this, you took every opportunity possible to be around him, to bask in his presence, to simply admire him. Today was no different.

The grass felt soft under your steps, and the sunset glowed as fervently as ever. You sped through the maze of trees, chasing rays of light as it slowly reduced into a specks. The wind blew through your honey brown locks as the adrenaline pumped in your veins. The golden tree was in sight, and wrapped around it, like always, was beautiful Ladon. The serpent lifted his head at the sight of the beautiful nymph as she slowed her steps.

“Are you here to bother me again, Aigle?” Annoyance fills his voice, but it doesn’t shift her stance.

“Oh Ladon, your words harm me so. Nevertheless, I can never find myself to be apart from you.” A giggle accompanied your voice as you spoke.

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“What do you want?” Ladon was accustomed to Aigle and her antics. Every single evening since his arrival, she’d spend her time doing whatever in the presence of the dragon. Despite the cold demeanor he often showed, he was very tolerant of her bubbly behavior. Moreover, he found himself to enjoy her company--it made him feel less lonely as he guarded the tree.

“I would just like to sit with you today, if that’s alright.” She said as she approached the base of the tree. After her countless visits, Ladon memorized her actions, behaviors, and even her mannerisms. He knew firmly well that Aigle wouldn’t steal the fruit. He huffed in response to her request.

“If you won’t say anything else, I’ll take your silence as a yes.” The dragon made no sound, so with a beaming smile she seats herself, leaning against the trunk in peace.

“How was your slumber?” He asks gently. Ladon gazes at her pleasant expression from the top of the branches.

“It was pleasant, I had a wonderful dream.”

“And that is?” Her eyes open to return his gaze, animating with glee in the process.

“Humans with magical powers, Ladon! They were like the Gods and Goddesses, except that cultivated their skills through special schooling!” Excitement filled her voice as she stared into his blue orbs intently.

“They don’t sound like the Gods and Goddesses to me.” He snorted.

“Oh don’t be such a killjoy! It was truly wonderful! They dressed so differently too! It was quite peculiar, but it was alright.” The dragon only scoffs in response.

The ground surrounding the nymph had sprouted with blossoms as a result of her fascination. As silence loomed in the air, an idea came into mind. She gently plucked the small flowers. From her fingertips, she then produced small, thin vines. With much precision and swiftness, she interweaved the two together, tied up the ends, forming a dainty flower crown.

“Ladon,” She called out from beneath him. The dragon looked down as she stood from her spot. With the flower crown in her hands, she reaches, delicately placing her creation on top of his head. Ladon huffed.

“What is this?” He asks.

“A gift, for you! I knew it’d look good on you.” The intensity of Ladon’s eyes softened at Aigle. He was known, by others, for his fright, yet when he was around her, he was appreciated for the beauty she saw in him. The creature didn’t say much with the exception of producing yet another huff. Although, this time it was filled with contentment.

Aigle ran her hands up and down his snout, caressing his face with much gentleness. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch in response.

“You’re a beautiful creature, you know that, do you?” Her voice seemingly dripped of nectar as she spoke. When the dragon didn’t speak, she continued.

“Do you think I can meet you in another life? Just like this one?”

“What’s wrong with this one?” His striking eyes opened to peer into hers.

“Nothing’s wrong. I like it a lot knowing that you’ll always be here.”

“Then why ask the question?” Aigle hesitates for a moment.

“I don’t think I can ever see a life with me living without your company. If I’m born again, I wish to meet you in that life too. The life after that, and the one after that also.” Aigle smiles up at the creature as the last bit of sunset glow graces her face. It was a known fact that she, amongst her sisters, was the most beautiful evening nymph. Her beauty, however, exuded compassion and care. Underneath his scaly exterior, Ladon felt a sense of warmth whenever she was near. He appreciated her existence not in appearance, rather for her persistent efforts to be near and to spread joy to a creature as vile-looking as him.

Before he could respond, a rustle from a distance perked his attention. A threatening presence filled his senses, and sent his blood boiling within.

“Aigle, hide. Now.” The nymph’s eyes began to widen in fear as their peace was interrupted with much urgency. Ladon roared once more.

“Now. Aigle. Now!” The nymph steps back hesitantly, searching his eyes for reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Instead, she was met with uncertainty, increasing the worry she felt in her heart. Nevertheless, she followed his command, camouflaging herself within the brushes surrounding the tree. The rustles continue to increase in volume, making out to be the footsteps of someone near. Using her power, she travels through the garden, seeking out the foreigner. Her senses heighten at the sight of a deranged Heracles, the hero who was once praised now desperate for redemption.

He drags his feet through the garden muttering, “Golden apples. Where are those damned golden apples!?” Heracles had his hand clutched on the grip of his sword, seemingly ready to withdraw it from its sheath.

Aigle continues to follow him with her heart beating against her chest. Her thoughts flee to Ladon’s well-being, as she thinks of strategies to protect him. With attempts to stall the demigod, she lifts her hands, inducing trees to spring up in a sporadic fashion. However, Heracles doesn’t seem to notice as his focus remains on his target. He trudges on with much frustration, and Aigle continues to throw any kind of distraction to keep him from finding Ladon and the golden apples. However, her capabilities grow faint as her energy depletes. Tears stream down her face as she watches Heracles inevitably locate the tree. She watches as Ladon, who remains fervently coiled around its trunk, extends his body to coax the man away.

Her last sight of him alive proceeds as Heracles withdraws his sword to strike his body. Within a split second, Ladon who was alive, laid on the ground in two. Fluid oozes from his insides and stains the grass beneath him. His breaths are sparse.

Meanwhile, Heracles steps forward, kicking the dragon’s bottom half aside, and proceeds to pick the golden fruit from its branches. Satisfied with the amount he has collected, he walks away without any thought of the serpent laying practically dead on the floor.

Aigle lets out a piercing cry as she comes out of hiding. She runs to him and falls to her knees with her face striped with tears, heartbroken. With shaken hands, she delicately strokes the side of his face for the last time.

“Aigle,” He croaks. The nymph who was once radiantly shining, releases a sob. She gazes into his weary eyes for one last time.

“I promise I’ll be looking for you in each one.” At the sound of his last words, Aigle breaks into a wailing mess. She mourns her beloved friend, her beautiful and brave dragon--Ladon, who valiantly carried out his task while bringing her much joy. The moonlight shines upon them as she continues to wallow in tears. Her sounds are so heartbreaking that it catches the attention of the Goddess of Marriage herself.

Arriving within a flash, Hera gasps at the sight of Aigle embracing what was left of Ladon.

“My dear, what happened here?” She lifts up the nymph into her arms, caressing her hair gently.

With sobs filling her voice, she chokes out, “Heracles. Ladon tried to protect the tree. He really did! And yet-” The goddess shushes her cries as memories of him flash through her mind. Her breaths slow down after a moment, and her once audible cries now reduce to silent tears. Hera, with a soothing voice, comforts the girl.

“Aigle, I know you loved him very much. For your love and loyalty I bestow you a gift.” The nymph looks at her with confusion.

“Look at the sky.” Following her directions, Aigle stretches her neck to the night. Upon doing so, she’s met with a new formation of stars--one that took the shape of her serpentine friend. The dragon, Draco. As she looks up, tears stream down her cheeks.

“He’ll always be here, looking for you. He’ll find his way back to you. I know it.”

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Y/N jolted awake with tears in her eyes. The sounds of birds chirping immediately fill her ears, as the rays of morning light infiltrate her yellow-clad room. She gingerly touched her face, the feeling of longing still burned in her chest. The dream was so vivid and so real that her heart felt heavy within her wake. The last few words Hera murmured rang clearly in her mind. It wasn’t something she could shake off so easily even if she tried. Ladon. Would she ever meet him in this life? She glanced at the clock--there wasn’t much time until class began. Wiping the wet traces off of her face, she got up to fix herself before making her way to her first lesson of the day, Divination.

Chatters filled the classroom when she entered. The space was split with Hufflepuffs nearest to the entrance and Slytherins on the farther side. The girl was shrouded in sadness as she made her way to her seat. Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose was slightly runny, and her body felt weak.

“What’s gotten into you?” Your friend asked. You only shook your head in response, not understanding the reason for your sadness yourself. The sound of the bell prompts the class to begin. You wipe the tiredness from your eyes as Professor Trelawney navigated her way to the front of the room.

“Welcome to another day of divination, my children! Today we will be learning about something important: dream interpretation!” Her voice resounds at the mentioning of the topic, catching your attention and making your heart race.

“Dreams, my dears, are the most crucial means to look into the future! Each dream that you have contains a meaning--a message--depending on its contents! Let’s get started!” Trelawney glides across the room, peering at various students. A great majority looks at her with exasperated expressions, while others turn away to avoid getting caught. She stops at a familiar blonde.

“Mr. Malfoy, let’s begin with you!” A scowl can be seen plastering his face in distaste.

“Any dreams recently?” The question wasn’t something that would be usually asked in such a public setting. It was weird to you, certainly enough. However, what was more odd was Draco’s hesitance. He was a striking character most of the time. He always had something snarky to say, most especially when it came to divination, but today he kept silent. You examined his nervousness as he shuffled in his seat. You couldn’t blame him.

“No, professor.” He states simply after what seemed like a solid minute of silence. You kept your eyes on his expression. While his response meant one thing, the bothered look on his face couldn’t go unnoticed. There was something off about his aura, and you could feel it. Trelawny stepped back and nodded slightly. She continued looking for another volunteer to share. As she did so, you kept your eyes set on the Malfoy. You were drawn to him on this day in particular, and you weren’t sure why. His glance met up with yours, paralyzing you for a moment before the professor’s voice resounded once again.

“Y/N, how about you? Any dreams?” The sound of her voice was alluring as your sights shifted to her. She looked deeply into your eyes as though she was trying to search your mind. You stayed still, thinking about the one you had the night prior. If anyone could tell you the purpose behind your dreams, it would most likely be Trelawny. Everyone’s focus was now trained on you.

“I did have one.” You admit quietly. You were astonished by your actions, having done so mindlessly. Regardless, the professor’s expression lit up at the sound of your words. She gestured for you to continue on.

“It was of a girl and a dragon.” You say with much hesitation. Trelawney’s eyes widened.

“Continue my dear,” she says rushedly, “what happened?” You stayed silent for a bit before cautiously deciding to go on.

“The dragon protected a tree...and the girl loved the dragon--she was always by his side. Unfortunately, he was killed trying to protect it, leaving her alone and heartbroken.” A rush of emotions filled you once again, mourning the loss of a friend. The woman’s eyes softened a bit, while the class was dead silent, interested in what the professor would have to say.

Draco, in particular, was mortified. As you sat there in contemplation, a heavy weight seemed to drop in his gut while his heart picked up its pace simultaneously. When the professor asked him to share his dreams, the feeling of vulnerability overcame him when he recalled his own. He had cried silently that night prior--having fallen for the nymph that occupied his subconscious. He recalled the vivid feeling of her touch, her soothing words, and the way the evening sun glowed on her face. He recalled Aigle’s swift-acting power as she tried to stall Heracles. The last thing he remembered from that dream was his death, carrying out his loyalty to the goddess, and making a promise to his beloved friend. What Draco didn’t expect, however, was the retelling of such coming from your lips. It was when he saw the look on your face that his heart sped up once more.

“They made a promise to meet each other in whatever life came next...then the goddess that oversaw them both casted an image of the dragon in the stars.” The emotions you felt in the dream overcame you as a tear threatened to fall from your eyes. You hurriedly wiped it away and swallowed the feelings before looking up at the professor.

“I don’t know what it could possibly mean, professor. It was very vivid.” The professor looked at you with pity, before turning to her attention briefly to the class.

“Everyone, turn to your partners and discuss your dreams.” With the class’s attention now diverted, Trelawney beckoned you to come sit with her. As you do so, Draco’s line of vision remains on you.

A more secure sense of privacy surrounds you and your teacher. While the room began to fill itself with chatters once again, you directed full attention to her, expectant of what she had to say.

“Typically, dreams are foretellings of the future, child. The appearance of a past life doesn’t usually mean anything unless there’s a specific message involved.” Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“When you spoke about the promise, however, I believe the universe was trying to show you that there is someone waiting for you in this world. Perhaps this person takes a resemblance to the dragon, whether physically or even personality-wise. Nevertheless, he has awoken, and now he’s looking for you.” The words that left Trelawney’s mouth kept you in a state of awe. You sat there with hands folded on your lap, fingers fumbling, and knee bouncing. As you remained in a state of contemplation, the bell chimed, signalling the end of the lesson. As you stood to say goodbye to the professor, she cuts you off.

“My dear, senses tell me that he’s much closer than you think. You best keep your eyes and heart open.” You had nothing to say, so you just nod. Your mind was full of thoughts, leaving you to ponder about the identity of this person all day.

You weren’t the only one curious. The moment Draco heard what you had to say, his awareness of you increased. His feelings told him to be simple and straightforward with you, but his mind was firm and stubborn. However, his body betrays him as he finds himself pacing in front of the divination class with questions that needed to be answered. You walk out of the room with books in hand, unaware of Draco’s presence. Just as you’re about to turn into the corridor, the boy bumps into you, resulting in you falling over and everything flying out of your arms.

“What the heck was that?” You ask frustratingly as you brush dirt off your knees. The platinum blonde boy looks at you in shock. You don’t bother looking up. Instead, you proceed to pick up the books that fell on the floor. He doesn’t know what overcame in the moment when he stretched out his hand to you. All he wanted was to feel your touch. You glance up warily at the owner only to be taken aback as well.

“Malfoy?” you ask. His head was turned to the side, eyebrows furrowed, and the entirety of his side profile was exposed to you. You took notice of his pale complexion, the way his lips were slightly parted, and how his jawline sculpted and framed his face. He was beautiful. However, more of your attention was drawn to his locks. ‘Platinum’ you thought. As you did so the image of the dragon’s appearance flashed across your vision. Your eyes widened, but before you could process your thoughts the sound of Draco’s voice filled your ears.

“My arm has been extended for centuries now, Y/L/N, and you’re still on the floor. Don’t you have a class to get to?” You broke out of thought and mindlessly took hold of his hand. As he pulled you up, the boy felt a wave of shivers overflowing his body. The warmth of your skin felt familiar against his own, causing a rage of heart beats to spread across his chest. As he turns his head to face you, you let out an audible gasp.

Alarming you was his striking blue eyes as his gazed pierced through your own. Out of shock, you pull your hand out of his hold and trudged past him without saying a word. You weren’t even aware of where you were going. You simply allowed your legs to take you to your next destination as you cope with the heightening of your senses.

There was no way right? There’s no way that Malfoy could be…You shook your head, trying to take your mind off of the chances as you entered your next class. You made sure to be cautious throughout the day, taking care in avoiding the boy as much as possible. There was no denying the reputation that he had in school--students have been sent to Madam Pomfrey’s a number of times because of him. His rude comments, arrogant pride--they all deterred you away from him. Nevertheless, you felt something blooming in your chest, because the dragon you knew in your dreams was patient and tolerant. You were simply uncertain to say the least.

The boy looked at his palm in awe as you walked away. When he turned around, you were already gone. He clenched his hand into a fist as if the action would retain the warmth he had felt. He recalled the look of shock in your eyes before it was glossed over by denial and sighed. How he longed to know.

As the week dragged on, you managed to keep your distance from the blonde--luckily, he didn’t approach you ever since. However, your attempts to concentrate in your classes were futile as small fragments of the dream replayed within your mind. Your thoughts were often focused on the image of Ladon that appeared so suddenly when Draco stood in front of you. You found that the words, “platinum” and “blue” ran through your mind constantly--not to mention his piercing gaze. Such imagery finds its way into your thoughts as you sit in the library, quill in hand as you work on your homework assignments. As you continue, you can’t help but wonder if he felt it too.

“I promise I’ll find you in every one.” A familiar voice rings within your mind without warning, inducing your head to pulse. You tried to fight it off for a moment, but the pain wouldn’t subside. Deciding it was time for a break, you set your quill down and made your way to the courtyard outside.

Meanwhile Draco, who spent his afternoons reading, situated himself on top of a tree, enjoying the silence which contrasted to the heavy banter in the Slytherin common room. A soft breeze ran through his platinum locks as the sun began to darken in its golden hue. He took a moment to observe the color of the sky change, prompting a series of flashbacks to flow.

“A gift, for you! I knew it’d look good on you.” There was no face attached to the dialogue, but he recalled the rosy feeling sharply.

“You’re a beautiful creature, you know that, do you?” Draco closed his eyes allowing himself to witness the emergence of his distant past.

“I would just like to sit with you today, if that’s alright.” The voice rang deeply in his mind. At the instant that the request had emerged in his thoughts, a loud crunching of leaves filled his hearing. As soon as he opened his eyes, you miraculously appeared into view, walking towards the tree he was situated in. His heartbeat raced quickly, but he kept silent, carefully observing your actions.

You sat down on its base and leaned your head against the trunk, letting out a sigh. Your head didn’t stop pulsing after you left the library. Despite that, your body relaxed upon the breeze brushing past your skin. You wrapped your arms around your waist and closed your eyes in contentment, basking in the nature that embraced you. The boy looked at you in awe. There you were right beneath him, as if the universe had orchestrated this scenario perfectly. The sight of your gentle expression stirs warmth within him, and the flow of memories seem to match this very moment to that of Aigle’s and Ladon’s. Suddenly, within the synchronization of time and space, Draco is Ladon, and in his eyes you are Aigle once again.

The energy that had surrounded the pair from the past finds it way back to you, and the familiar feel of beloved peace and comfort induces you to open your eyes. The sun that had been going down, casts its glow on you as you look up. ‘Blue striking eyes and platinum hair’ Your heart skips as you place your hand over your mouth. The dragon you’ve been mourning over had presented himself to you.

“Do you think I can meet you in another life? Just like this one?” The lines ring in your mind as Draco hops down. You get up and stand in front of him, your gazes meeting and never breaking.

“I promise I’ll be looking for you in each one.” Your eyes search his and scan his face. Recalling the days when you were Aigle, tears began streaming down your face. You allowed your previous perceptions of Draco to melt within the energy of the reunion.

You shakily lifted your hands and cupped his face in disbelief. Draco, in turn, closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. Both hearts paced quickly as a result of the awaited meeting. You stroked the boy’s cheek with your thumb, causing his eyes to flutter open. He watched as your fingers delicately brushed the space in between his eyebrows, proceeding to his eyelids, down the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips.

“Aigle?” Your old name passes through his lips low and hesitantly, but it’s enough to make you gasp.

“It really is you, isn’t it? Ladon?” Draco grabs your wrists.

“It is.” The boy looks into your eyes as tears silently streamed down your face.

“You found me.”

“I promised you I would.” You embraced him tightly, allowing the sound of his heart beat fill you up--it was the very proof that he was alive. His arms wrap around you, and you can feel his fists bunching up the fabric of your robes as his face nuzzles into your neck. The both of you took this moment to embrace the new reality.

As you step away from each other, Draco caresses your cheek and pressed his lips to your forehead. It wasn’t a form of affection he was used to showing, yet it occurred naturally within your presence. You closed your eyes upon feeling the sensation of his lips. They soon leave you only to ghost over your own.

In a low whisper, he asks, “May I?” You let out a soft ‘mhm’ in response.

The sensation you felt on your forehead takes over your lips as Draco’s brushes his against your own. The feelings of longing pour out from both parties, and suddenly it didn’t matter that you were a Hufflepuff or if he was Slytherin. There was a lot of catching up to do, a lot of changes to be made, but all of that wasn’t important in the moment. All that mattered was that you found each other, you had one another--the appreciation you had shared never truly left. Instead, you only picked up from where you left off.

“It’s nice meeting you, Draco.” You chuckled softly as you broke the kiss. The boy rolled his eyes before letting out a small chuckle himself.

“It’s nice meeting you again, Y/N.” He presses his lips on yours once more, as you dissolve in his embrace.

Epilogue:

You both find yourselves in the astronomy tower that night. Draco looks at the girl pointing to the sky. His arms wrapped around her from behind as they leaned against the railing of the astronomy tower, gazing up at the stars.

“When Ladon left, Hera found Aigle in tears and casted his image to the skies in his remembrance.” She points to the blonde.

“That image, that constellation, is you Draco.” He tightens his grip on you.

“And I’ll never leave again.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Any feedback is very much appreciated!

#draco x reader #draco x you #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #slytherin #slytherpuff

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skyeee · 2 years

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oooh please speak. share the juicy story

Well, so far I have that Julchen and Arthur are a couple living in a nice flat from Arthur’s job as a publishing executive. One day Amelia moves in, introduces herself with a home-baked apple pie to Arthur who is very hesitant. This woman in front of him makes him pause— she’s literally his dream woman that he had in mind years ago, before settling down with Julchen (who is decidedly not the type of girl Arthur imagined being with, but hey she’s got some fun edge AND she’s a cleanaholic. Win-win.)

(rest under the cut)

He knows Amelia’s bad news, and so he starts to narrowly avoid her in the halls and lobby. Meanwhile, Julchen is growing increasingly upset and annoyed with Arthur, who is falling back on Julchen’s cleaning obsession with an “eh, she’ll clean it up eventually” mentality. Leaving Julchen to do much more work around the house, and not allowing her a real job. (God knows why they don’t just hire a maid. Maybe Arthur knows that would ALSO be bad news. Rumor has it he has a thing for maids and governesses…) Imagine Jules, cleaning up a puddle outside the shower, glaring at Arthur who was the one to put it there, and neglecting to clean up after himself in the first place. Not a happy couple right now.

And so blooms the animosity. With Julchen’s growing irritation and nagging, Arthur finds himself hiding out at the local library reading pretentious (and dirty) novels to pass the time and delay his inevitable return home. There he runs into Amelia, arms full of children’s books she’s taking to the school she works at as a preschool teacher. In typical American fashion, she strikes up a conversation with her neighbor. At first, he’s standoffish. Trying hard to avoid any contact. But then she mentions watching oldie films, and he’s reeled in. The conversation progresses from casual “what’s your favorite film?” talk to Amelia pushing him to pick up ballroom dancing again, at a local dance clinic she attends. He declines, realizing he’s already in too deep with her, and promptly leaves.

In lieu of a “real” job, Julchen takes up game streaming, adding to their shared bank account with donations from randos who watch her stream. Arthur is already disgruntled by this, not liking that any random man could ogle his girlfriend online. He’s a bit (ironically) jealous. He chides her: “why don’t you get a job that helps society? Like a teacher?” And she just replies, “Me? A teacher? Have you met me??” He’s already starting to compare her to this new American in his life.

With that, he tells Amelia he’s ready to sign up for those dance classes. And they’re a force to be reckoned with. Other students start to think that they’re a couple with the way they’re so in sync while dancing and because they always come and go together. Arthur has also taken to calling her small Britishisms like “pet” and “love”. His initial annoyance with her has completely vanished. They fit into the perfect image Arthur always wanted for himself. Jules has always been so abrasive and never romantic but Amelia is the opposite. By the time they're six weeks into their course, he is convinced he is in love with her.

In a small turn of events, Amelia mentions she won’t be able to continue their lessons due to it not fitting into her teacher's salary. This being his refuge and coping mechanism for his turbulent home life, he immediately offers to pay for her classes. They’ve also taken to interlocking fingers when it gets cold on walks to and from the studio.

Soon enough, the funding turns into buying her things like lunch, lessons, clothes, and trinkets. The man is her wallet. She’s taken to attack hugging him whenever possible, and he’s taken to lingering a bit longer with his hands at her waist. He relishes the feeling of her against his chest.

But of course, with a shared bank account, things are bound to be noticed eventually. And Julchen isn’t dumb. She immediately notices this sudden dent in their funds from… lunches (she thought Arthur hated pizza, and yet there he was once a week going to the local pizzeria), clothes that she’s never seen the likes of, dance lessons that are seemingly out of the blue and out of character for him. She’s rightfully suspicious.

…And petty. In response to this, she figures, hey, if he’s spending all this money on frivolity, then so can I. And so a new gaming setup and some cute streaming outfits are ordered. Seeing this huge lump sum of money withdrawn from their account, Arthur is LIVID. He confronts her about it, and in the process, insults her line of work. Julchen responds by insinuating she’s doing something behind her back with his purchases, that actually rack up to much more than she spent in one go. But he’s good at ignoring criticisms of himself, and the argument ends in a stalemate, with Julchen going back to streaming and Arthur not speaking to her the rest of the night.

Later that night, Jules — carrying the sinking feeling he’s up to no good— attempts to appeal to him by recounting how they first met. Arthur had found her in a train station, newly immigrated from Germany and surrounded by strewn luggage after tripping on the stairs. He had helped her and invited her for tea. The rest if history. Jules succeeds in getting his favor, even just for a moment. This is the warmest he’s felt towards her in months.

This is the part of the story I haven’t really gone any further with. I’ll let you know how it develops when my friend and I get around to brainstorming the rest. In my vision, Arthur falls prey to a gold digger, and in the process, completely ruins his long-term relationship with Jules, all because he fell in love with his so-called “dream girl”, who in actuality was just bleeding him dry of his money. In the end, he loses both of them. Haven’t figured out how or why yet tho.

#ayooo this got long #my bad #skye speaks

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utenaposter · 3 years

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what do you think everyone (including Kozue and Shiori, they deserve some love) would be up to when they leave Othori? (love hearing your utena thoughts btw ^^)

im so glad u like hearing my thoughts i love receiving ur asks ;u;;!!!

anyways!

utena and anthy find each other after a few months, they cry and talk for an hour when they meet. they get a small apartment on the first floor and fill it with plants and flowers, a single rose blooms near a window, utena adds her own near it. anthy tries to get better at cooking but the only thing she learns how to make is pancakes, utena asks for them every day. anthy paints. she paints her dreams and memories, theres always a teacup in her paintings, or a stopwatch, or a bird, or an apple, or a car, never a rose. utena tends to the plants more than anthy does, she struggles at first but adjusts quickly and she likes seeing them grow new leaves or bloom. she becomes a photographer and takes pictures of every new thing she sees, though she takes more pictures of her and anthy than anything else. sometimes she practices swordfighting with chuchu, she buys him his own little sword, he wins every time.

nanami leaves ohtori first. she finds it hard to adjust to the outside world and has to go back to school (not ohtori). she realizes she loves learning and wonders why she ever had tsuwabuki doing everything for her. she goes on to become an architect and designs clothes in her free time. she never builds towers. when tsuwabuki leaves he studies architecture too at first, but nanami pushes him to do what he actually wants. he becomes a biologist, the cow is his favourite animal.

juri would keep fencing or maybe give fencing classes, she would live with shiori and theyd go birdwatching a lot, maybe have a few birds of their own, still feeling guilty for the bird that crashed into the window at ohtori. juri would never want a wedding but shiori pushes her into it. they invite everyone. touga doesnt come. juri gives her locket to shiori at the end of her vows, telling her that she doesnt need it anymore, shiori is right there infront of her and the pictures in her mind are always prettier than the one in the locket.

miki would probably go to juris fencing lessons, maybe help her out a bit, but i dont think he would continue playing piano professionally, maybe as a hobby or just at parties. kozue would get back into piano though, she'd go to mikis house on lazy afternoons and he would help her out with the parts she just cant get right. maybe theyd play concerts for their old friends. they never play the sunlit garden again.

saionji would pick up a lot of hobbies and drop most of them, hopping from one to the other. the ones he'd stick to most would be carving and painting, calming hobbies. he'd live alone in a house in the countryside, only sometimes going into the city to visit the others, but never staying too long for fear of overstaying his welcome. he'd raise chickens and grow vegetables in his backyard, maybe sometimes he would practice kendo, but it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

wakaba and tatsuya (the onion prince) get closer after getting out, they become good friends and visit utena and the others together, no one ever seems to remember his name. in her free time she becomes an author, shes not too popular but she doesnt mind. she writes for herself and sends all her books to utena and anthy for free even though anthy insists on buying the copies herself. wakaba goes to visit them almost every day, she helps them out with cooking and pulls them out of the house to go sightseeing and on picnics. she still doesnt understand why utena chose anthy over her, but she accepts it now.

touga gets out last. he lives on his own in the middle of a busy city so that nobody will ever recognize him. he finally cuts his hair and cries when he sees the strands in the sink. he bleaches it. sometimes he sees the others walking around but never says hi, he doesnt think he deserves to. one time he bumps into juri at the park and she tells him he looks familiar, he doesnt respond, just walks past. when she invites him to her wedding he comes but stands outside the venue and never goes inside. no one would want to see him. he and nanami exchange letters but he never goes to see her, he doesnt know if shes forgiven him. he becomes a foster parent to lots of kids and tries his best, he never wants what happened to him to happen to them. he adopts a green haired boy.

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haikyuuhimbosandhypebeasts · 3 years

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Heliotrope

Here’s my submission for the Forget Me Not collab for Anisylum! Please note the TW as it is VERY heavy. This piece is entirely SFW though!

Ship: Tsukishima Kei x GN! Reader Genre: Angst, but some fluff in some places. Word Count: 2.2k Trigger/Content Warnings: near death experience, hospitalization, COVID-19, vomit mention, amnesia after hospitalization, a suicide attempt is briefly mentioned, swearing because this is by me Sexy Sexy Masterlist: here!

Sand clung to skin and the harsher rays of light that usually cascaded and burnt you had died away into a fading tangerine glow. You perched comfortably on the sand, taking note of the undulating waves- they were like you in the sense that while you could crash down hard on the opposition, you would shy away in a fragile manner when faced with gentle treatment. Perhaps it was that you felt you weren’t worth such luxuries that you found it hard to make friends through your first few years of high school. Perhaps it was trying to push people away because you were afraid yet alarmingly aware of your mortality. Perhaps it was something else entirely, something you weren’t quite ready to come to terms with. What you did know was that you weren’t alone in the violent struggle through high school to make friends while you had your walls up. Next to you was someone you never thought you’d share your favorite place with; in any terms you found this boy appalling with his behavior. So appalling, you saw yourself in the way he closed himself off and cut those close with tongue lashings. You knew this only through another friend who took issue with him as you went to another school in an entire other prefecture. Words mauled their way out from your throat, breaking the silence between you and Tsukishima Kei. “I won’t ask you why you tried to do what you did today. But I will ask if there’s anyone you can talk to in your life.” You didn’t understand yourself. Why would you say that…? You don’t remember anything like this at all… His response was equally incoherent and odd. “Okay, but I’ll kill you if you go back on it.” When you opened your mouth to reply to him, the ground around you suddenly reared up like a defensive serpent. A pillar of beach sand forced its way from the ground into your throat, suffocating and trapping your lungs in permanent fullness. You could only gag and cry, unable to even see Tsukishima past the torrent of sand breaking into your body with the intent to kill you slowly…

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You woke up once more in that dull grey-blue and white room with the only sounds you could properly process being the beep of a heart monitor somewhere behind you. You had managed to halfway curl into somewhat resembling the fetal position, but something kept making you cough and gag as your throat was caught. You move your hand to whatever is catching and about to make you vomit- a tube. This tube, you followed, was in your nose good and solid, and you felt it deep enough in your sinuses you didn’t dare try to pull it out. Moving your hands felt foreign like you had forgotten how to process being human and natural motions like that. You testingly ran your right hand down the tube, taking care to not tug and cause discomfort. Your other hand came to rest on your face. It was slick from sweat, likely due to whatever the fuck you just had a dream about. At the corner of your lips was another tube and when you followed where it led it was taped to the side of your face. You lick your lips and manage to almost fall into a haze until you see movement for the first time in what feels like forever. To be fair, it is one of the most jarring appearances of a person you’ve seen in your whole life to what you can recall. A person in a full-body hazmat suit enters your room through a door you hadn’t even processed was there, then greets you as casually as they can through a plague-resistant suit. “Hey there.” You squint at them. Yeah, you have no fucking idea who this cosplayer in a hospital is, and while you should probably be polite, you feel like you got ran over not once but twice. You try to speak to them, but you can’t. You don’t have the air for it, it’s like you have no control over your breathing. Clarity washes over you. You’re hospitalized. These are tubes because you were asleep and weren’t breathing or eating right. The realization must show on your face because your nurse speaks up again. “Don’t worry about me too much, we’re just gonna check your vitals and if you feel up to it, we can see how you do without the ventilators.” You try to manage out a “whoopee”, which unimpressively comes out as some form of odd wheeze, and your nurse begins by grabbing the blood pressure cuff covered in protective plastic while they wear a sympathetic expression.

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Once you were off the ventilator, the nurse informed you about what had happened. Apparently, an ambulance was called when you were unresponsive and nearly blue in the face, sitting in front of your refrigerator with the door open. You were diagnosed with a severe case of COVID-19, something you had feared would wipe you out entirely and turn you past tense since its spread in your country. This fear wasn’t entirely irrational, either- you were immunocompromised and have been since you were a child. You grew up with being careful around others and hearing of a highly contagious new strain was something that filled you with so much paranoia you seriously considered quitting your current career and instead adopting a hermit lifestyle while completing college at home. Of course, such a thought was squashed by the slowly impending thought of rent, bills, due dates for assignments, and your bitch of a manager who lets people get close to you without a mask on. It’s not a big deal, (y/n), she once said to you. You wanted to shoehorn some tubes down her throat just to survive, see how that felt. It didn’t help that human resources wouldn’t listen to your complaint. They brushed it off since you were just a lowly sandwich maker at a chain sub place. If you had enough scraped together for lawyers right about now, they’d be totally fucked, you thought to yourself. Even more jarring is that it seemed you lost a handful of memories while in the hospital. You could remember basic outlines of people in your head- your very tall and incredibly testy roommate, your younger sister who wore glasses and was much smaller than you, and… a foggy memory of a man with messy black bedhead who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder. It hurt to think too hard. The doctor soon came by to give you test results, to check your vitals again, and to look over your records. He was a bit terse, but you can’t make the best judgments of people when they’re in plastic suits. “We’ll need to get you cleaned up by tomorrow and you should be able to head home,” he’d said, looking over your chart. You didn’t necessarily feel too ecstatic about your trip to your apartment. You remembered your roommate and how finicky he was, and you dreaded for him to belittle you over your condition. You dreaded it enough to even feel a knot of anxiety form in your stomach, wrenched in between your ribs without the intent of ever coming out. “We’ve already contacted uh…” The doctor squints at the screen, “Tsukishima… to come to pick you up tomorrow at noon. We’ll have care instructions printed out. You still have to quarantine for about a week more since your immune system isn’t at its most prime currently.” You agreed, it probably wasn’t a good recovery idea to make a couple of sammies for the public while you were recovering from a virus that had you intubated. He seemed grateful that you were lucid and cooperative, at least.

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You, predictably, didn’t sleep well after being in a medically induced haze for several days. Even more predictably, you found yourself awake from anxieties of the future. Tomorrow was only a few hours away, and then you’d be home. Home… what did that look like for you? The fog in your head was thick initially. You do remember coming home from classes at a different time than Tsukishima, how when you entered he’d often be reading over homework. You remembered how sometimes he would be in the shower and the scent of cheap green apple soap filled the living room connected to it. You remembered… You remembered holding his thin frame in your arms on a bridge, pulling him back from oncoming traffic. You remember how you both collapsed and how the cold autumn air stung your lungs. You remember wide golden eyes staring back at you, as tears slowly filled them, then his normally impartial voice breaking as he hiccuped a sob, “Why? Why did you have to be in Sendai right now?” You felt tears stinging your eyes and a lump form in your throat. You found yourself in distress of your new emotions. Maybe… maybe you can sleep this horrible feeling off. Maybe this fog in your head where you need to know how deep your relationship ran will lift once you get genuine sleep.

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Finally, a knock on the door encouraged you to rouse from your sleeping state. And eloquently, you spoke your true feelings in your sleep-deprived state, “No.” You hear the doorknob turn and the door open. There’s a lack of a greeting from your nurse nor a quick apology from your doctor for interrupting your sleep. Actually, if you’re gonna use logic, what nurse or doctor is gonna wake up their peacefully sleeping patient in recovery? Thought of it being your doctor or nurse practically evaporates once the intruder has a seat on your bed. They still haven’t spoken, so now you’re remembering what tricks of self-defense you learned online to give this person a proper ass-kicking for getting way too close. You crack your hazy eyes open to get a look at where they’re sitting and you stop dead in your thoughts as wary gold eyes peer down at you. Your eyes widen out of reflex and butterflies bloom from your stomach at seeing what you now remember is your roommate. “I knew you were awake,” He said, a wry smile on his face. His expression was betrayed by his concerned gaze, though, “Wow, you look like shit.” You don’t know entirely why past his comment feeling not as an insult, but almost as a compliment, but you smile a little, “I feel like it too.” His expression doesn’t change. He runs a large calloused hand through the tresses of your hair, though, as if to soothe you. The doctor walked in and apologized for interrupting the moment between the two of you, unsure if it was something serious. You told him it was nothing because that’s what it was to you.

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The car ride wasn’t filled with the snarky banter you had been expecting. Instead, there was plentiful comfortable silence as Tsukishima drove. You didn’t know whether to be grateful or not for the silence- you still felt quite feeble and needed way more bed rest before you could get ready to do anything for anyone. Despite the wholesome silence, you felt those round gold eyes focus on you occasionally. And even though it was comfortable, you felt a melancholy twinge in the atmosphere as he inspected you. “I know you’ll give me shit for this… but you look like you’ve lost weight. I uh…” He gripped the steering wheel harder. You glanced over at him. A shade of baby pink dusted itself across his cheekbones and nose as he focused on the road. “I’m worried about you.” Fuck, there go those butterflies again. Something in you pushed to help- to comfort- but the logical side of your brain brought you to a halt. You’d weighed it in your head a couple of times. You two act closer than just roommates, and it’s not entirely clear how or why you got up to this point… but you had a solid hunch you might be dating this guy. Maybe? You closed your eyes and rested your head on the car door as you thought. You remember how sand clung to your body and you could hear the roaring of the sea. How you watched Tsukishima focus on the waves to regulate his breathing. You vaguely remember your words breaking away from your throat and catching the salty sea air. “Why don’t we stay together?” His lanky body stiffened, then he looked at you with disbelief. “... you wouldn’t want that. I’m fucking annoying and mean.” Your eyes creased with familiarity at the line. “Yeah? So am I. We can butt heads until we balance each other out.” It looked like he wanted to cry, but his pride wouldn’t let him cry in front of you anymore today. “I won’t ask you why you tried to do what you did today. But I will ask if there’s anyone you can talk to in your life,” you reached a careful hand over to rub his back, “Kei, if there isn’t, let me be that person.” You felt how his breath shuddered. To save his pride, you looked to the ocean and watched its hypnotic movements. After a few deep, shaky inhales and exhales, he replied. “I don’t understand why you’re being nice to me. Why you didn’t let me die. I will probably come back to this point in my life several times and you’re trying to say you’ll put up with it?” There was some bite to his tone, he was trying so hard to put up walls when he had no will to do so at the moment. How long had he pushed others away from being close? If he was anything like you… it was since grade school. “Let me be your support for when you’re in pain,” You tried once more, “I’m stubborn as shit so I know I won’t give up on you.” “You’re not getting it, you fucking idiot. I’m always in pain, that’s just been life,” he snapped bitterly, glaring at you now. “Then I guess I’ll be by your side forever.” You’d said it without thinking that day. It was like the ocean grew quieter with your words as if even Poseidon became interested in your proposition. You felt heat rise to your face at the implications of what you said. He stared at you with raised eyebrows and the slightest hint of a champagne pink hue on his face. He averted his eyes almost in a panic and watched the ocean again, suddenly very aware of his own expression. You carefully peered over at him again to see he’d only grown redder, now mirroring you. “You… don’t mean that,” He said as if it were a statement. “I do. You’re a good person inside, but you’re defensive and hurt. I’ve seen that from you in the past and I’ve learned more about you today. I want to be there for you as long as you’ll have me. Will you let me?” He picked at the sand as if thinking it over for a moment. There was a brief pause as waves rolled over each other in front of both of you, the sound of their impact being the only thing to grace your ears. Finally, his cynical tone returned as he regained some form of his prior composure. “Okay, but I’ll kill you if you go back on it.”

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“Hey. (Y/n), we’re home,” Tsukishima gently shook your shoulder to rouse you from your sleep. You opened your eyes slowly and groaned out a swear. Tsukishima felt a hesitant smile creep up his face as he opted to just try and maneuver you into your shared home himself. He remembered how waking up was hard for you. Once he opened the passenger door you nearly fell out onto the pavement, only saved by your seatbelt and the giant himself. Your face fell awkwardly into his hip, and you grumbled at the interruption to your sleep. “You sleep like the fucking dead, christ,” he mused out loud and sat you up so it was safe to unbuckle your seatbelt. He urged you to get up more- it wasn’t that you were heavy, he just really wasn’t in the place to lift you at the moment and didn’t even know how to go about it. Regardless, he held you up by a shoulder and crouched to make it easier for you both to walk to the apartment. In some part of your sleep, you began to speak, “Kei.” He kept his gaze trained forward at the front door and struggled to grab his keys from his pocket, “Yes?” “Are we married?” Kei dropped his keys, then shot you a look of concern, “... No…?” He had to hold himself back from saying not yet, unsure of what you were getting to. He reached down to grab his keys and he focused back on the door. “Why are you asking?” He unlocked the door and threw it open, getting you both inside finally. He set you on your couch and sat on the floor in front of you. You looked at him suspiciously, now roused from your sleep. The only thing on your mind was that dream- it had to be a memory! You refused to understand it as anything but that. You prodded, “On the beach, I told you I’d be by your side forever.” He seemed to weigh your thoughts heavily in his mind, “... did you forget about us?” You didn’t expect what felt like cold water to hit your back so hard and so suddenly at his suggestion. He didn’t seem hurt at the thought, instead, he found himself occupied with your reaction. His hand reached out to rub the side of your face as you looked at him with wide, guilty eyes. “Don’t worry about it. Your sister told me this kind of thing might happen…” His calloused thumb traced over your lip, and he offered a smile the best he could, “I’ll try to explain it.” Tsukishima explained that what you remembered happened about four years ago and you had been living together ever since. He motioned to photos on the walls of the two of you and people who you could just hardly remember. When you rested your index finger on an individual who was much scrawnier than most of the people there, sitting on the bench with you and watching you speak with admiration, Tsukki put his hand over yours. “That’s your sister. She took most of these pictures, but she usually sits next to you when you have a space available.” You nodded and closed your eyes. You began to remember summers you spent with her in childhood and her yelling at you to do your homework when you bothered her as you got older. You smiled a bit. Once your eyes opened again, your finger traveled to possibly the tallest person in the room. He was big, but you remembered something warm and comfortable about that man… “That’s Kuroo. You both went to the same high school and you were in his friend group.” You both went on like that for a while until you’d cleared everyone in that picture. Once you did, you sat down to think over the new cluster of names you’d picked up. “... when you promised you’d be here with me forever, did you remember what I promised to you?” Kei asked as he sat next to you. “No… I just remember what happened on the beach up until you threatened to kill me if I took back my promise.” “Oh, right. I was going through that phase,” He seemed displeased with the comment. You found it almost funny but refrained from laughing for his sake. He continued, in a quieter tone, “I promised that if something happened to you, that I would always be here for you, too. That I’d get you back into shape.” His larger hand gently entwined with yours, “... so if you remember that promise and you’ll have me, I’d love to marry you once you get your memories back. … If you want to. I-” You cut him off with a hug to his side, trembling a bit as your emotions got the better of you. You smiled up at him. “I can’t promise I’ll be better fast, and I still feel like several trucks ran through me at once… but I’m happy,” you managed out. You didn’t know what your face looked like right about now and you didn’t have the nerve to look up into Kei’s glasses to check your reflection. He wrapped his arms around you in return, pressing the side of his face against your head. “Please, don’t give me an answer yet. You’re not in the right mental state. I’ll wait for you until you’re ready.” You ran your hands up and down his back. You weren’t exactly afraid of remembering things, but you were quite anxious for what tomorrow might bring for both of you. Despite that, you felt safe recovering in his arms, and you were sure you’d feel that way for a long time.

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[6:15pm] “and then you go bam and bam bam bam,”crush!jaehyun was currently teaching you the dance moves to simon says.

you copied his movements the best you can. despite your best efforts, your arms flung left and right awkwardly. laughter erupted from the both of you when your left foot hooked behind your right and you fell forward.

thankfully, he caught you every time.

while you gulped down the rest of your water, he turned off the music and leaned against the wall. “i was ten times worse than you when i first started.”

you laughed, “ayy, don’t lie. you probably had it in you from the start.” your hand pointed at him accusingly.

he hit your hand and pushed it down, smirking at your teasing.

your arm brushed against his as you leaned on his right side. “i want ice cream,” you sighed.

he straightened himself, picking at his pockets to find extra change. “i can run and go buy some at the convenience store. it’ll take me like five minutes.”

you nodded and wiped away the sweat on your forehead. your hair was beginning to stick to the back of your neck. “i’ll wait. take your time.”

he jogged out of the practice room. like a spy, you silently crept behind him and watched as his figure disappeared from around the corner of the bright hallway.

calm down, you told yourself. your heart was pounding against your chest. the dancing must have increased the beating. but most of all, it was jaehyun’s fault. to be precise, it was the fault of his beauty, his voice, his every touch. even after two hours of exercise, the sweat only seemed to add a touch of fire to his beauty. when you struggled to pick up on a certain move, he would rush over and hold your arms and lead you through the choreography. the contact kept your blood pumping and adrenaline rushing.

all the times that you saw him, before he offered to teach you some dance choreographies, he always wore a variety of hoodies and the same pair of jeans.

this time was different. he carried a white tee that highlighted his wide torso and basketball shorts that showed off his toned calves. it was impossible to take your eyes off of him, perhaps that was why you messed up so much during the dance.

you shook your head and laughed to yourself. you could not believe that you were doing this to spend time with jaehyun and get him to like you. when he first asked if you wanted him to teach you how to dance, you accepted his offer without thinking. your heart screamed yes. your heart excited when he was around and your mind failed to keep up with your emotions.

indeed, it did not take jaehyun long to get to the convenience store and back. he returned and aside from the bag of ice cream hanging from his fingers at his side, he brought someone with him.

the person behind him had almond hair and carried a black tee and joggers. he reminded you of a teddy bear. he was shorter than jaehyun, but he was still taller than you by, you suspected, a few inches. he waved sheepishly and brushed his hand on jaehyun’s back.

jaehyun handed you the bag and squeezed the stranger’s shoulder, “this is haechan. i ran into him at the store. he said he left something here from last night.”

you smiled at haechan and attached your eyes with his round ones for a mere second. eye contact was always difficult for you. you much rather make eye contact with inanimate things, such as the ice cream in your hands.

however, as haechan walked towards the corner of the room, where he last left his charger, his eyes lingered on you.

you set the ice cream on a chair and backed away for jaehyun to pick one from the many flavors. while waiting for him to choose, your mouth salivated. your body was begging for something cold to wash away the heat burning your skin. to distract yourself, you moved your arms around to remind yourself of the dance movements that jaehyun had just taught you.

out of nowhere, a loud gasp resembling a siren erupted from the corner of the room. your heads spun up in alert and faced haechan, the source of the sound.

jaehyun stomped his foot like a little toddler, “look what you did!”

your eyes followed his finger, which pointed at the floor where his ice cream was smushed against.

haechan ignored his tantrum and rushed towards you, “apple! it’s you, isn’t it?”

you returned his excitement with confusion. “i’m sorry? apple?”

it was haechan’s turn to stomp his feet now, but it was from happiness, unlike jaehyun, who is now finding paper towels to wipe away the milky mess.

haechan leaned forward to smack jaehyun’s back, “your girlfriend is an alumni from my school. she was my upperclassmen!”

jaehyun threw the wet paper towel at haechan, an attempt to shut him up.

after throwing a kick in haechan’s direction, he turned to you. “g-girlfriend,” jaehyun forced himself to smile, “ignore what he said, i-i, i’m sorry.”

he even started to bow in apology, but before you can stop him, haechan did. he pushed jaehyun to the side.

you almost wanted to laugh. they looked like two toddlers trying to get your attention for more candy.

“do you remember me? i’m the one that performed baby shark with you at the main quad.” haechan said, full of hope.

you thought back to your high school days. most of your time was occupied by clubs. there was volunteering clubs, books clubs, and dance clubs. dance clubs.

wait a second. did he say... baby shark?

you jumped up and down. “you’re the one who bought me milk tea. the cup cracked and it spilled all over me.”

haechan clapped repeatedly, hopping with you now, “yes! i gave you my jacket after, do you remember?”

you nod, excited to be reunited with a classmate. your eyes finally adjusted to jaehyun in the background. admist the excitement of reuniting, you forgot about him.

haechan put his hand to his mouth and sighed, “wow, it’s been so long. i never thought i would see you again since you’re a foreigner.”

he turned to jaehyun to explain, “she was like a superstar, i’m telling you. she knew all the dances to super junior and exo. her stage name was apple.”

you laughed loudly to cover his bubbly voice. you get between the two of them before haechan can ruin any more future plans of dance practices with your crush, who looked pretty crushed.

jaehyun frowned, “you two were that close?”

“yeah, from the dance club. she was the president, can you believe it?” haechan answered for you.

jaehyun shook his head, “not really.”

“why is jaehyun teaching you how to dance?” haechan was mentally pushing you into the corner.

rather than toddlers getting your attention for sweets, it was more like demanding it now.

you glared at him, “i, uh, i-” looking around the room, you struggled to find a reason to make up your lie. you attempted to distract haechan first, “the ice cream is melting, haechan, hurry and eat.”

while haechan minimized himself from the conversation, jaehyun grew more dominant.

you looked at your toes, wiggling them absentmindedly, “i’m sorry i lied, okay? i just wanted to get closer to you. i love dancing and yes, i led a dance club in high school, but that’s behind me now. right now, i just want to run my flower shop the best i can and also find someone to spend time with.”

you filled your mouth with air until it was round like a balloon and then released it. right as jaehyun was about to speak, you interrupted him, “that person is you, by the way.”

jaehyun’s expression broke into adoration and fondness. he couldn’t contain his happiness, “so that was why you picked up some of the difficult parts with ease and struggled at the easy moves.”

“it’s not my fault the easy parts are the only parts where you can come close to me...” you said under your breath.

he bit his lip as roses bloomed on his cheeks, “stop being so cute.”

your head flips up at his compliment. this entire time you were too embarrassed to face him, or see the hearts in his eyes. “was what haechan said real? the girlfriend part.”

“do you want it to be?” he grinned shyly, “i want it to be.”

“oh, just kiss each other already! everything is melting from the cuteness, even me!” haechan exclaimed.

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Unwithering | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (1)

Part Two

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Prompt: Flower shop AU, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Warnings: Mild Swearing. Flowery language (pun intended 😉... I’ll show myself out)

Word Count: 2,250

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A/N: This is for @bnhabookclub event going on! Thank you for giving new writers in the fandom, like me, a place to promote their work. Shout out to @smolmilkyways for letting me use this beautiful piece of fanart above! Go check them out! Also, thanks @gallickingun for letting me tag you in my first fic. You gave me some pretty solid advice that pushed me to get this out here. This was originally a one-shot, but of course it turned into a multi-chap, so stay tuned for more!

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“I think I’m in love with you.”

Your fists gripped the hem of your dress. The sunflowers on it reminded you of him; a burning sun at the center of your universe. The boy in front of you crinkled his forehead at your statement; as if the love you spent years building up the courage to confess was no more than a pebble - insignificant - that he could kick to the side without a second thought.

Midoriya gave you a slight thumbs up from the back, but the rest of the boys cackled with no remorse.

“You hear that, Bakugou? She looovvveesss you!”

“Freaky flower girl and Bakugou sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G”

“Awww is she gonna cry?”

The lump in your throat was difficult to swallow, but you refused to prove them right. It would only add fuel to the fire threatening to burn the seed planted in your heart.

He stepped toward you. The scent of burnt sugar filled your lungs; like fresh apples picked from your mother’s garden, dipped in melted caramel. You heard it’s a side effect from his quirk, but it was the first time you were close enough to experience it for yourself.

You willed your eyes to find his. The soft breeze blowing past provided a cooling relief to the intense heat felt in your cheeks. When your eyes locked, a spark flashed within his own. You couldn’t catch it in time, but your heart stuttered in response.

Any chance of a flower blooming died the next moment.

“I’ll never love a weak girl like you.”

A year passed before you saw Katsuki Bakugou again.

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“Here’s your pickup order, Tanaka-san, I’m sure your wife will love them!”

You ring up the older gentleman who’s been a regular at your mother’s flower shop for years. His wife loves the smell of scented geranium, a sweet apricot that never fails to remind her of the orchards back home. He’s convinced your flowers are the reason she’s still here; the true medicine to her illness.

You always deny this statement, shaking your head with a playful giggle, but the compliment warms you. It’s nice to hear people cared about your flowers.

“She loves only the ones made by you, dearest.”

He winks as his shaking hands grab the large bouquet. You smile and turn your hand, palm up, towards Tanaka whose eyes never fail to widen in awe at your quirk in action. A small stem sprouts from the center of your palm, growing taller by the second. You hone in on the bright yellow dot on the center of each petal. A wash of white forms around each dot, acting as a transition for the violet that envelops the rest of the petals.

Each petal opens up one by one to reveal a golden bud.

You hand the flower to Tanaka.

“On the house,” you wink back.

“Oh very nice, very nice, indeed,” he bows in thanks, “What is the meaning of this one?”

“Irises give hope. In Chinese tradition, it is referred to as ‘the purple butterfly’ because its petals flutter like butterflies.”

The breeze from outside trails in at the perfect time and the petals flutter about.

“Very pretty,” Tanaka remarks, “I’ll be sure to let the misses know about this one!”

He thanks you one more time before walking out with a newfound spring in his step; the lone flower nestled in the pocket of his worn out janitor uniform.

You’ve been working at Paradise Blooms for the past three years after your parents separated, and your mom needed the extra hand more than ever. It was difficult balancing school and work, especially when you were busy prepping for U.A. exams last year, but you could never say no to your mom. She’s been the constant in your life since day one.

The back door to the supply room squeaks.

“A little help here?”

All you see is the top of your mom’s head, adorned with a multi-colored flower crown. Her face is covered by the high pile of crates she’s trying not to drop. You rush to catch the top crate before it tumbles.

“Phew. That was a close one. Thanks, honey!”

She bends down to take the supplies out, arranging the items on the counters around the shop. She weaves through the aisles - it looks more like a garden than an actual shop, in your opinion, but you think it gives the place character. She stops at the row of potted flowers sitting on the far right of the shop, soaking in the sunlight cast through the window. It’s the new collection your mom got in time for the 2020 Garden Glow Event. Every year, flower shops all over the city participated in an annual gardening event to educate the public on gardening techniques with fun activities for the children. Your mom spent hours on the phone dealing with difficult vendors to get this specific collection for the event. Water sprinkles out from her palm as she takes the time to water each and every flower.

Since there’s no customers at the moment, you grab the broom from the storeroom and set to sweeping around the shop. It’s not long before your mom’s watering routine is interrupted by her phone ringing.

“Hello?” You continue sweeping, gently humming along to the tune playing through the speakers, but your voice catches when you hear, “Mitsuki! Hi! How are you?”

Mitsuki? Your mom couldn’t possibly be talking to Mitsuki... Bakugou?

Your knuckles turn white from squeezing the life out of the poor broom as you wait for confirmation.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

The memories you tried so hard to forget come flooding all at once.

“I’ll never love a weak girl like you.”

You’re snapped out of the memory.

“Yes, bring him in! Great! See you in a few, bye.”

Your mother returns to watering the flowers like nothing happened - like that single phone call didn’t just turn your world upside down, after you spent the last year flipping it right side up.

“Who was that?”

You’re afraid of the answer.

You promised yourself you moved on from Katsuki Bakugou. It proved to be easier said than done. Even if you both went to separate high schools and most of your days were spent either studying or working; at night is when your thoughts strayed. You wondered what he was up to… was he passing all his classes? You’d giggle at the absurdity of Katsuki not being number one. Was he still bullying Midoriya? Did you ever cross his mind?

Was he happy?

Because more than anything, you wished him happiness - even if that happiness was not with you. Was that weakness? Was wishing for someone’s happiness, who could care less about you, considered weakness?

“Hm?” Your mom turns to you, “Oh! That was Mitsuki Bakugou. Her son, Katsuki - I believe you went to school with him? Well, he needs a part-time job to help pay for tuition. Can you believe he got into U.A.? Mitsuki must be so proud of him.”

“I figured you’d be happy,” she continues, " I know you’ve been struggling with balancing school and work, so I thought having another person around would help lighten the load a little bit. Besides, I owed Mitsuki a favor.”

Your mother blushes at the last part.

Favor? What favor?

But that’s the last thing on your mind when you suddenly feel the need to pass out.

Katsuki… is… working… here?

“Honey, are you okay? You look a little pale.”

“I - I’m not sure I can…” you trail off. Your mom didn’t know about your confession to Katsuki. When you came home in tears that day, with your dress all wrinkled, you told her it was because kids were bullying you for trying and failing to get into U.A.

It was the half-truth.

“Y/N, did something happen between you and Katsuki? I can call Mitsuki back right now if you don’t feel comfortable with him around.”

It was as easy as breathing or using your quirk, second nature, all you had to do was utter a two letter word and your mom would immediately have Mitsuki on the line, apologizing for the inconvenience, but making sure to recommend a few places in the area who were hiring. A simple “no” and your world would become right side up again, the boy you loved long forgotten during the day and only remembered at night when there’s nothing to consume your mind, but him.

Taking the easy way called out to you, beckoning you to relinquish your strength, and give in. But if you couldn’t face one boy, then maybe Katsuki was right. Maybe you were weak.

“I’m fine, mom, I can work with him,” you say.

Pounding footsteps against the pavement outside cut your mom off from her next words.

“OI! LET ME GO, OLD WOMAN, I’LL KILL YOU!”

“CALL ME THAT ONE MORE TIME AND SEE WHERE IT GETS YOU!”

Your breath hitches at the sound. You haven’t heard that voice in over a year; it’s gotten deeper, raspier in tone. You take a few breaths in and out to calm yourself so you don’t melt into the floor at first glance.

The door swings open - the “We’re Open” sign rattles dangerously against the glass - and in barges Mitsuki Bakugou, dragging her son by the ear.

Katsuki struggles to get out of his mother’s grasp, his arms stretch toward the door, but Mitsuki pulls him all the way inside.

“I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF TRAINING, WOMAN!”

“AND NOW YOU’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF GETTING A JOB!”

“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!”

“YOU’LL MAKE TIME!”

Katsuki growls. His palms curving into themselves like he’s trying to reign in his quirk from exploding Paradise Blooms where it stands.

You and your mom look at each other, unsure how to inject yourselves in the rather awkward exchange. Truthfully, you’re not surprised by the interaction; you’ve seen Katsuki and his family at school events in the past. The Bakugous had an… interesting family dynamic.

Mitsuki notices the both of you watching and immediately releases Katsuki. She smiles and greets your mom with a hug as if the previous interaction never happened.

“Y/Mom’s/N, it’s great to see you! How’s the event planning coming along?”

Your mom and Mitsuki engage in small talk for a couple minutes leaving you to sneak a quick glance over at Katsuki leaning against the door. He’s looking out the window with a scowl on his face. He crosses his arms to stop himself from fisting his palms, a sign you picked up on when he’s itching to get on the field and obliterate.

You find yourself thinking how beautiful and destructive at the same time.

Once Mitsuki and your mom finish catching up, she directs her attention towards you.

“And you must be Y/N? Your mother has told me so much about you!”

You catch the flash of recognition in Katsuki’s eyes, but you’re wrapped in a hug before you can think. The hug is a bit awkward with the counter digging into your side, but the warmth radiating off Mitsuki makes you feel at home. She lets go of you and turns around to where Katsuki is still standing by the door, ready to leave the first chance he gets.

“And this is my son, Katsuki,” she beckons him over, but when he doesn’t move she barks, “Don’t be rude! Get over here and introduce yourself.”

Katsuki grumbles under his breath, but trudges over.

“Sup.”

Mitsuki growls and slaps Katsuki over the head, “Oi! Where are your manners!?”

She glances apologetically, “I’m sorry. He’s… a bit much to handle. I really appreciate you agreeing to hire him. He’s had trouble in the past with defying authority.”

Katsuki scowls at the ground when Mitsuki pats his head affectionately this time.

“But he’s a good kid at heart, a little rough around the edges, but overall a good kid. I hope you’re able to see that and work with him.”

She bows; her hand on Katsuki’s head nudges him to do the same. His nose twitches, but he listens this time.

Your mother is an empathetic person, able to walk all paths of life and notice the beauty in each one. It wasn’t like her to turn someone down in need.

Your mom smiles, “I’m happy to work with Katsuki. What about you, Y/N?”

She’s giving you a way out for the last time.

Mitsuki looks at you, hope in her eyes.

Doubt laid out its hand for you to take; to lead you away from the pain that still ate away at you everyday. The teasing. The pointing. The rejection from U.A. and from Katsuki. Working with him would force you to face the pain head on.

“I’ll never love a weak girl like you.”

You lock eyes with Katsuki for the first time since that day many moons ago; he’s awaiting your answer, a twinge of hope laced in his eyes overshadowed by a grimace.

You wonder if you now hold the fuel to the fire threatening to burn the tiny seed of hope he’s trying so hard to bury.

For better or for worse, you were also a person who found beauty in all paths of life.

“Welcome aboard,” you say.

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