#and like you ate in the kitchen hoping maybe just maybe they'd start just fucking talk to you. just ask you anything.

[aelinschild]

Colorado

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My apologies for getting this out so late in the day, and for how short it is. I spent over six hours writing essay's and I was not in the mood for more writing, alas, here we are.

SYNOPSIS: Inspired by Colorado by Reneé Rapp; Aelin's engagement is suffocating, maybe a trip away will help? WORDCOUNT: 3.3k WARNINGS: Swearing, domestic argument, innuendos, alcohol consumption

If Aelin had known the slamming front door was the beginning of the end, she would have left before her fiance walked in. 

The door crashed into the wall, making her jump from where she was standing before the sink, cleaning up the dinner dishes. The dinner, which had gone cold hours ago. The dinner, which had tasted like ash while she ate it alone. Like every other night this week. 

“Aelin? Where are you.” Sam’s voice ricocheted around the walls of their home. 

He’s always been loud, but at this moment his voice is grating. She can feel every muscle in her body, the way each is tensed up, ready to spring away. His heavy footsteps echo towards her. She can tell he didn't take his shoes off, and she's immediately more angry. 

Setting the bowl that she was just scrubbing gently into the soapy water, she mechanically turns to dry her hands off as Sam enters the kitchen. 

Sam, her fiance. Who was the light of her life, her highschool sweetheart. Ever since they began dating five years ago, they were told they made a beautiful couple. That they'd have gorgeous babies – which never failed to weird Aelin out – and that they were perfect for eachother. He was everything to her. He hung the moon and the stars when they were children. Spoiled her like a princess when they were teens. Romanced her like a proper gentleman as adults. He was the wise choice, and he was the choice she had made. 

Now, five years later – and two years into their engagement – Aelin was more than sure she’d been fucking lied to about ‘wise’ choices. 

“Good gods woman, did you not hear me calling you?” He demands, temper running already. 

“I did.” Aelin responded flatly, no need to respond emotionally, she thought to herself. 

He stared at her from the hallway, and she just continued to towel her hands off. 

“Dinner’s gone cold. But I made the roast your mother gave me the recipe for. I’m-” 

“Look at me when you speak to me, don't be disrespectful.” Sam interrupted. 

It was a tense moment before Aelin snapped.

“Disrespectful?” She barked out. “Disrespectful. Fucking unreal Sam.” 

“Watch it.” He snaps.

“Me? Are you being serious?” She had promised herself she wouldn't start a fight tonight, like every other night, but she couldn't help but rise to his challenge. “You come home late, for the fourth night this week, and youre already pissy? After I cook your fucking dinner? Not to mention stay home all day cleaning this godsdamned house!” 

He slams his hands down onto the table, making Aelin jump. “Do not raise your voice to me, Aelin!”

“Why?” She shouts back. “Does it make you feel like less of a man?” She shouldn't argue with him. Not because it's improper for a finacee to act like this, but because she honestly doesn't care for Sam’s pettiness. For any of this actually. 

Their engagement had been slowly draining of the joy it once was. Aelin would often imagine watching her future swirl down the drain of a sink. Possibilities and experiences forever gone, mixed in with ruddy water. 

He stood up to his full height. Taller than Aelin, yes, but not as intimidating as it used to be when she was younger. “This is fucking ridiculous.” He growled out, stalking closer. “You have no right to speak to me that way!”

Aelin stood stock-still. In retrospect, she would come to realise that this was the culminating moment. This was where all the years that she had silently suffered, gone along as Sam’s arm candy in hopes of the affection she so greatly craved, would peak. 

The tension in the room diffused, Sam’s chest still rose and fell abruptly with harsh breaths, contained words that were poised and ready. Venomous. 

But Aelin had rescinded. 

Turning her back to Sam and hanging the tea towel back on the oven door, she made her way out of the kitchen. As best as she could, she avoided his body. Looming in that doorway. Never again…

“Where do you think you're going?” She kept walking. The distance between them stretches with each step. “Aelin. Aelin! Answer me right now!” 

She felt him behind her, but he was nothing more than a ghost of her past. It is fascinating how quickly her feelings changed. Her rage upon his entry. The tidal wave of hurt, drowning her. And when it released her, there was no more. No more anything, especially feeling. 

Grabbing her corduroy jacket and shucking that on, then crouching down to slide her feet into her boots. Sam was still at her back, but he made no move to touch her. Good, she thought. Might rip his arm off if he did. 

Her mind was heavy, like wading through sand. If her fiance was speaking, she heard nothing. In her final moments in this house, she grabbed her worn leather purse – a gift from Sam actually – and moved to the door. 

If Sam’s yelling in the kitchen had been the crescendo of their tumultuous relationship, her hand on the doorknob were the final moments. The music of their bond falling, slowly, so slow…

Stepping out of the front door without so much as a goodbye, Aelin walked away. From her partner. From her home. From her life. And in the chilly evening air, with families cradled around each other, individuals enroute home. The seasons ever slowly changing, a door shutting punctuated the song of a relationship. 

I think my life might be better if I lived in colorado

-

The shuttle bus from Denver is cold and quiet. 

Similar to the red-eye plane she booked on a whim. Empty and cavernous. 

It'll be a little after two in the afternoon when Aelin arrives in Boulder, Colorado. Then from the shuttle station, there should be an Uber ready to take her to her hotel room. Where she’ll stay for three nights. There's no family of hers to speak of in Colorado, but it feels liberating to be here. 

Nothing to weigh her down, nothing to do, no one she has to be. 

From the time the door shut to Sam’s house, she had booked the cheapest flight to Denver. Then she was on call with an online teller to organise a one-way ticket for the shuttle. Next up was a hotel room, the cheapest one possible. 

And just like that she had wiped her hands of her fiance. 

The bus creaks under her, disturbing the gentle humming noise of the wheels on pavement. Aelin’s head is resting on the window, and she watches the scenery dart past. It is beautiful here. A myriad of colours attract her eyes to different points. 

Seated at the back of the bus, dressed in the clothes she left her–Sam’s house nearly a day ago, she feels at peace. She hadn't spent much time ruminating on her now broken off engagement. She doesn't even wonder if Sam has. 

Sam and the chip on his shoulder. 

If anything, she’s hopeful. Not exactly excited, but… ready. 

Liberated

-

The bell above the liquor store door dings. A nice and friendly chime. Similar to the people of Boulder, as she had found. 

Nodding to the cashier, an elderly man who looks up at the sound of the door, she wanders over to the wine section. Running her finger along the glass casing until she finds the Chardonnay. Eleven dollars. A memory pops up, unbidden; Sam and her sharing a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. He didn't like the dryness of the Chardonnay, though he most likely would have been able to tell the difference if it was before him.

But Chardonnay was Aelin’s favourite, and hundreds of kilometres away from where she was yesterday, she felt like it was time to grasp onto those favourites.

A slow hum makes its way out as Aelin grabs her bottle and wanders over to the ragister. Quickly paying with a twenty dollar bill, she leaves the excess in the tip jar. Her silent happiness overflowing, she feels that it's right to give a little. The elderly man looks up, crows feet near his eyes wrinkling up, and smile beaming. It fills her heart a little more. 

Leaving the store with a bottle of wine, Aelin walks through the city. Bustling with college kids and families. She walks with no direction in mind. It doesn't take long before her thoughts round back to Sam, but it's not anger or sadness. It's not really anything. It doesn't matter, and that is what should be most worrying. This feeling–it's worrisome only in that it means the relationship was over before she left. 

Leaves cascade slowly down, twirling and dancing in the wind as Aelin walks. Eventually spotting a park bench near an artificial lake. It's a little ways off the path, giving her more privacy for her musing. 

Once situated on the slightly wet bench, she pulls her phone from her purse. 31 missed calls, 145 new messages. All from Sam. 

Without a moment of hesitation, she stands up, walks to the edge of the lake, and tosses her phone in. It makes a plunk noise before sinking. 

Wandering back to the bench, she twists the top off the Chardonnay and takes a large swig. 

- 

I think my life might be better if I lived in colorado

Sit around and get high, sippin' some white wine out the bottle

I throw my phone into a lake

And watch it sink to a better place, down at the bottom

I think my life might be better if I lived in Colorado

-

Out of pure boredom that evening, Aelin makes another trek through the city. It's exceptionally walkable, and she finds the nightlife is teeming. Walking past flashing lights with vibrant hues of purples and blues. Right next to the cacophony of colour is a dive bar. The yellowed walls and cosy lighting is much more comforting than the reckless abandon of colour currently, and Aelin moves herself in that direction. 

Inside the bar is warm, homely. With a random array of stools and chairs decorated in varying muted colour, and once wooden linoleum floors scratched down by scuff marks. Nobody pays her any mind and she walks over to the wrap-around bar, still a little light on her feet from the entire bottle of Chardonnay. There's a low hum of chatter, punctuated by a gruff laugh or shrill chatter every now and then, and Aelin seats herself at the bar. 

There's no reason for being here really. The atmosphere is comforting, like warm laundry fresh out of the dryer. And so she stays. She orders a frilly cocktail because why not, and just sits. 

While tracing the wood grain of the counter, Aelin misses the woman sizing her up from another table. The woman looks at Aelin, and slowly, elegantly, makes her way over to the bar. 

A screech of a stool pulls Aelin out of her reverie. Her hands snap to the edge of the counter, bracing. And her head jerks towards the noise.

Seated next to her is a stunning woman, if she could be limited by that word. Glossy dark hair, with glowing skin. Emerald eyes trace Aelin’s own features. Alien catalogues the diamond choker around the woman's neck. It looks like an expensive collar. 

“So, you gonna introduce yourself?” The woman drawls, her voice as luxurious as her. 

“I'm sorry?”

“No need,” And she smiles and the rhetorical. “So, tell me your name. And what you're doing in a place like this.” 

Aelin is slightly baffled at the woman's forwardness, but embraces it because why not.

“Aelin. My name’s Aelin.”

“Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it Aelin.” She winks at her. “Well, I'm Lysandra. And it is my absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance.” 

Aelin’s drink is dropped off between the two women, and Lysandra and her both back up from where they had leaned into the conversation. The drink is a blue so deep Aelin wonders if she should get her blood tested afterwards. 

“Now, Aelin, do tell me what was making you look so sad up over here.” Lysandra asks after cataloguing her drink. She must also notice Aelin’s bafflement at the obscure colour of the beverage and laughs, like tinkling bells. “Don't worry about the colour, I've drank myself under the table with those and was still able to make my pilates class the next morning.” 

Aelin laughs with her and takes a sip, her face pinching at the bitterness before returning Lysandra’s question. “Running away from problems–well, it's not really a problem anymore. I guess the running worked?” Her eyebrows cinch up, eyes darting around. Is it a problem anymore? Should I be telling a stranger about my estranged fiance?

“Ah, I knew you would be interesting.” Lysandra nods to herself, resituating herself on her stool as iff she's readying herself to talk, or maybe interrogate. 

“Interesting?” 

“Yeah. you looked all pensive and sad, and you’re obviously very gorgeous, so I knew something was up, yknow?”

“Pensive. Nice” 

“Moody?” 

“I'll stick with pensive,” Aelin laughs A real, true laugh.

Lysandra smiles.

“Do you often come up to pensive girls and ask about them?” Taking a sip of the toxic blue drink, and turning more fully towards the other woman. 

“Kindred spirits.” She answers. 

“Oh? Do tell.”

“What is there to say, I'm divorced, rich, and absolutely wonderful.” She waves her hand dramatically in the air for emphasis. Aelin snorts.

“Don't mock me,” She gasps, eyes lighting with fake ire. 

“Please, I’m newly single, or whatever you become after running from your fiance,” Aelin rolls her eyes. 

“Ah, church bells were a no-go then? I've always found those things exceptionally irritating. Threw a fit when I found out I was to be married in a church.” 

“‘To be married’? What kind of situation was this exactly?” Leaning forward on her elbows, closer to Lysandra, Aelin eyes the woman. 

With a shrug of her delicate shoulders, Lysanra answers. “Silly little arrangement, for a silly little man who couldn't woo a worm if he tried.” She scoffs, “Got out of that fast, and got some fun trinkets to repair my obviously damaged emotional state.” 

“Might as well,” murmurs Aelin. 

-

'Cause maybe there I'd like myself

And meet some young ex-wife

We'd start a brand new life

And never be lonely

-

Many drinks later, Aelin and Lysandra are leaning up against the battered karaoke machine, swaying but trying their best to belt out lyrics to every Taylor Swift song that comes up. Both women are infected with giggles, and  they find joy in each other's presence. Kindred spirits, Lysandra had said. Kindred spirits indeed. 

Both of the women continue their performance, and by now the entire bar is in on it. Older couples laughing and clapping at the joy of the two women. Chairs are pushed aside, stools stacked elsewhere. And people dance. Freely and joyfully, to the butchered songs. But the dive is so warm, it surrounds Aelin’s heart in a protective case, and Sam, all the hurt, the pain of the lonely nights spent waiting. The arguments. The frustration–it floats away. 

As the song comes to an end, both Lysandra and Aelin lean on each other for support as their laughter has them doubling over. And they make their way away from the wretched machine to go sit. Aelin can feel her smile stretching so wide. She feels elation spilling from every pore. Lysandra was at her heels, but without realising, she drifted over to another group to quickly chat, Aelin continued to walk towards a table. 

In her haze of joy, she doesn't hear the door open, or masculine voices laughing at some joke. 

She turns to tell Lysandra something funny that just came to her mind, and when she realises she is not there, she abruptly stops. 

One moment, Aelin’s standing wondering where the hell Lysandra went, then next she's falling to the ground. She watches in slow motion as the floor appears, closer and closer, before she feels a tight grip snake around her and right her body. 

Her current drink sploshes onto the floor from the change in position, then onto her saviours shirt when she is righted. When she finally is standing again, she has found herself staring at what must be someone's chest. Someone's chest, decorated with a white button up, that now has artfully displayed splashes of toxic blue. 

Her head jerks up, and up, before she settles on the man's face, which is set in distress. 

His hair is what catches her attention first. In her slightly-over-tipsy haze, she thinks his hair must be silver. Not an aged silver, but a fairytale silver. Then it's his strong jaw, with a light stubble that had grown over the day. Next are his emerald eyes. Like Lys, but lighter, also fairytale-esque. Then it's his beautifully groomed eyebrows, strong nose, the full lips that are moving so sensually. Moving, moving…

“Are you alright?” Handsome stranger asks.

“Yeah,” Aelin sighs out, still tracing his face, down his jaw, to the column of his throat where a tattoo peaks out. 

“Here,” He says, but Aelin’s truly not paying attention. Maybe she had more to drink than she thought. She snorts. “... How about you go sit over here, yeah?”

She allows handsome stranger man to guide her to a chair, and when he helps her into the seat, lest she fall off, she catches Lysandra's eye from across the bar. She winks at Aelin. 

It is in that moment that Aelin blinks back into reality. 

“Ohmygosh! Your shirt!” Panicked, she realises the crisp white dress shirt is stained with her blue drink. Reaching around him for a napkin off the table, she starts rubbing all over his stomach to try and get the stain out. It's not working, and she just presses harder into his tense abdomen. 

“Hey, wait. Stop…” He grabs hold of her writs, effectively pausing her smearing of the blue liquid all over his abs. “I really dont think that's helping.” He smirks. 

“Oh my gods, I am genuinely so sorry. I'm really not that clumsy, oh I cant believe ive ruined your shirt!” 

“Its okay, don't wor-” She interrupts him. 

“No! Seriously, I'm so sorry, please let me buy you a new one, or dry clean it, or whatever!”

He just laughs. His lips formed a gentle smile. “How about your name for starters?” 

“Im Aelin, and I will find the best dry-” She gets interrupted by him this time. 

“How about a date, Aelin?”

She's still in shock. This was not where she thought this was going. This poor man's shirt. “A date?” She squeaks out. 

He nods. “Yeah. A date. You're beautiful, and this was kindof funny, so you can repay me with a date, if you are interested?”

Aelin stares at the beautiful man, with silvery hair and emerald eyes. Tattoos creeping like ivy. 

“Your name?” She requests. “What is your name?”

“Rowan.”

“It’s a date, then, Rowan.” 

-

And I'll admit, it would be nice

To meet some guy who's not my type

And move to Boulder

- 

Dear Sam, 

I used to think that I wanted to live up to your unrealistic expectations. I thought I could get used to being your pretty trophy wife, who would wait at your beck and call. But I can't. Over my trip, it has become painfully evident to me that we were not meant to be. I've met myself here, and I can't go back to what it has been. I wish you good luck in finding someone who will put up with you. 

No longer yours, 

Aelin 

-

'Cause maybe there I'd like myself

Work on my mental health

Might even feel compelled

To finally let go

I think my life might be better if I lived in Colorado

Thank you so much for reading!! As always; like, reblogs, and comments are so incredibly appreciated! Have an amazing day!

Inspired by the Song Colorado by Renee Rapp

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[satoriberry]

Can I PLEEEAASSSEEEE request a baker s/o headcanons for Suga, Kenma and Iwa and anyone that you want???🥺🥺🥺🥺

‣ Currently Growing: What they'd be like with an S/O that's gifted in baking!

‣ Pairings: Sugawara Koushi + Kozume Kenma + Iwaizumi Hajime x GN!Reader

‣ Watch out for: Nothing really? lolol, maybe slightly OOC kenma (?)

‣ Berry's note: KSHSKSJS CONGRATS ON BEING MY FIRST EVER ASK!! djdkd idk feeling kinda cool rn [happy]. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed what I made! :)

Part two! ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) Part three! ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

• Sugawara Koushi:

-Ok, so let's get this out of the way. He got to know you through the school's baking club.

- You and 3 other people were the only members but it was very lively since students and even staff members would visit to see what yall were doing (aka steal some pastries and leave lololol)

- You were in the middle of making the final touches to your Choux chantilly à la fraise (cream puffs with strawberries <3) when you heard a faint sliding noise.

- You look to the side and see a head of silver hair poking through the tiny gap, just,,,,,staring at you.

- He excused himself and politely walked over and stood across the decoration table where you were.

- You just stood there like ".....yeah?" and he struck up a conversation about what you were doing.

- You know that thing in cartoons where a character wants to stealthily steal something so they distract the person with a conversation? Yeah that's what he was doing. He was trying to steal a cream puff.

- You caught on to it pretty quickly but offered him one anyway. He didn't even hesitate to shove the whole thing in his mouth. He cried. It was THAT good,,,,he cried.

- Long story short, you two started to date a few months after this very fateful moment. And he abuses his boyfriend privileges in regards to your baking skills.

- Literally brags about you all the time. He could be in the middle of the most torturous, vigorous, borderline abusive training by their coach and he'd go "omg guys y/n made me a fruit tart the other day lololol we ate all of it together lolol not that you would ever get to taste their baking lololol fucking losers lololol".

- But oh my god. Bring some of your creations for the team to enjoy after training and he'll basically propose right then and there. 72% chance he'll cry again.

- He loves the domesticity of sitting with you in your kitchen on a Saturday afternoon and watch you make something new for him (and only him) to try. He loves it so much <333

• Kozume Kenma:

- You see, he didn't know about your talent for a while. It wasn't until you two had been together for a few months that he actually found out.

- It was on a weekend and you were over at his house, him playing a new video game he'd bought and you trying to get some homework done.

- Kenma's probably more cheerful when playing a new game so his answers to anything you said were longer and more detailed.

- You'd said something along the lines of "Y'know, I could really go for some [favourite thing to eat], maybe I should get some later." to which he responded to with, "Hm, apple pie sounds really good right now..." then he went back to kicking ass (gamer boy moment lolol).

- You mentally went "Waiitttt, I can make that myself...", so after that, you made it your objective to some your Sunday making the meanest apple pie because kenma + apple pie = shoujo anime type BS unlocked.

- And make the meanest apple pie, you did. You packed it in a cute lil lunch box and decided that giving it to him after his volleyball practice on Monday would be perfect.

- The entire day, he was kind of confused as to why you were so eager but you held it in until the end.

- You two normally take a route that's right next to a park when going back home. You convinced him to sit down with you on the grass and enjoy the weather, that's when you took the cute lil box out and gave it to him.

- "Sorry y/n, I'm not really hungry :(" "Open it smartass 🤨"

- See, Kenma isn't easily surprised or taken aback, but at that moment, you could swear you saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop just slightly. But that expression was quickly replaced with a somewhat toothy smile, his cheeks a barely visible shade of red.

- "Did you seriously make this yourself? For me?" He asked you in a calm but clearly giddy tone, pointing his index at you then towards him to emphasise his point.

- You nodded, feeling the pride surge through your veins at this one in a million reaction. His smile grew softer, his gaze back at the pie and his brain trying to imagine how cute you probably looked while making this lunch, brows furrowed in concentration and hands slowly working on the presentation of the pastry.

- He reached for the tiny spoon that fell out of the box's wrapping cloth and went for a bite. He made sure to hold eye contact the entire time because 1) he'll feel like a true food judge and 2) he wants to see your raw reaction.

- His eyes went 👁👁....

- You could swear you saw his eyes get glossier, but he didnt cry dwdw 💀

- He doesnt like to brag in general, and this also applied to things regarding you. Mostly because he knows Kuroo and Yamamoto will try and convince you to make them something because "you're our beloved Kenma's amazing and talented s/o, we're like family" (their words, source: me because im right)

- He never hesitates to help you with baking,,,,by sitting on the counter and reading the recipe out loud to you. Jkjk, he struggles in the kitchen but his favourite thing to do is crack eggs and measure ingredients <3

- Kenma + Baker S/O = Making brownies at 1 am with Super Mario Bros. in the background

- He tries to not make it a big deal, but the way you smile so wholeheartedly when something you make turns out perfect never fails to make him hide his face and look away, so you dont see his own giddy expression :((

- Kenma <3333

• Iwaizumi Hajime:

- Out of these 4, Iwaizumi is definitely the one who's most impressed.

- You see, he's probably REALLY good at cooking, but baking? Put him in a kitchen with some flour, milk and eggs and he'll start a regional hazard. Can NOT bake for shit, not even to save his life 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

- So when he once decided to come over and saw you frosting a fucking 3 layer cake all by yourself, he just 😯😶👁👁

- Asks so many questions, and wants many answers >:(( dont leave him hanging

- He hides his admiration by keeping it cool and going "Ahaha that's dope, who would've thought you can make these kinds of things all alone?"

- He also finds it very...attractive. Well, he finds YOU very attractive (hot) and cool looking when you reach for the cloth of your apron to wipe ypur hands ands and neck while baking. Something about you being so passionate and putting so much effort into this is so hot to him but he'll eat his own nasty ass socks before even saying this.

- GATEKEEPS YOU!1!1! GATEKEEPS YOU FROM THE ENTIRETY OF AOBA JOHSAI'S MALE VOLLEYBALL CLUB!

- Doesn't mention anything about you being a god at baking because he KNOWS the other third years will ask you to make something for them as a "gift of appreciation for dealing with Iwa-chan when you're gone 🥺🥺🤞🤞" (Spoiler: he failed and they know about it)

- Oikawa will (and did) ask you on more than one occasion to make something for him (milkbread-), Hanamaki will literally offer you 3 month's worth of his allowance money to have you make him some cream puffs (his favourite food <3). I don't think Matsukawa will ask for anything but he will tease Iwaizumi for being such a fucking simp for you and the fact you make him feel so special with your sweet gifts

- The second years and first years know better than to mention it around him (or in general) LMFAO

- But he would never ACTUALLY get mad at you if you made something for the entire team, he'll just die from happiness <3

- Iwaizumi thinks of you as some kind of angel whenever you come up to him after volleyball practice with a cute box in your hand, because he knows what's in it and he knows just how much love and care you put into it

- Iwaizumi = boyfie material <333

• BONUS ROUND! FT. KITA SHINSUKE:

- This will be kind of self indulgent but you're a student from Inarizaki Highschool working part-time in a bakery that's in the same district as the school <3

- He heard of the shop you worked at through Suna, who talked about going there with his sister to get her dessert every now and then.

- Kita isnt particularly invested in baked goods, always choosing traditional sweets like mochi, kakigori and daifuku when an urge for sugar hits him.

- But he ruled that trying something new doesn't sound half bad.

- On one Friday, after the school day ended as well as volleyball practice, Kita and Aran were preparing to lock the gym and leave when the latter excused himself.

- "Yeah, my mom wants me to drop by the post office downtown and collect her parcel. It's better if you return home without me. Cya."

- And so, Kita was left to walk back home by himself, when a sudden idea hit him. How about he go and get something for him (and his grandma because Kita is a fucking angel >:0) from the new shop that's approximately 7 minutes away, according to Suna's story?

- Setting foot in there for the first time, he wasn't expecting to be overwhelmed by the strong scent of warm sugar and vanilla.

- It takes a lot to have THE Kita Shinsuke deeply amazed, and the exquisite array of foreign delicacies, some of which had names he couldn't pronounce, did exactly that and more.

- He chose the "cute golden pastry thingies" with cream (Chouqettes à la crème) to bring home with him. Except there was no one to take his order? No cashier at the register and no random customer to ask for the whereabouts of said cashier.

- Kita was slightly dumbfounded and on the verge of leaving when he heard a panicked, "SORRY SORRY, I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF SOME STUFF."

- You clumsily stumbled out of the back room with a tray in your hand.

- And at that moment, his eyes fell on you for the first time. You had flour on your chin and above your left eyebrow, jam on your chin and pastry cream all over your apron. Obviously, you were kind of a mess right now, but something about you looked so....pleasing. So gentle and calming, looking at you made his heart feel lighter.

- "Excuse me for being late, the manager left me in charge of many things and I was supposed to take these out an hour ago and you had to wait and I'm so-" "It's completely fine, I understand :)."

- He didn't want to make you apologise, you seemed like very dependable person and that's something he was fond of in a person.

- "Oh, ok then, thank you. What would you like to have today?" Opening his mouth to butcher the name of those "cute golden pastry thingies", he gazed at the tray you were holding a few seconds ago.

- "What's that?" " Oh, it's just something I've been working on. Nothing special really, it's cherry clafoutis with lemon z-" "I'd like to have two slices please, in a box if possible."

- He wasn't going to lie, he didn't know what a "cherry clafoutis" was. For all he knew, it could be poison. But the joyous look in your eyes from him wanting to get something YOU made was more than enough to make him forget about this uncharacteristic impulse decision. He felt his heart beat faster for some reason ("some reason" simp.)

- You gently packed his order in a folded box, the store's signature colours and stamp on the side and top.

- His fingers grazed yours while handing the box, but he didn't want to react in fear of embarrassing you and himself accordingly.

- After exchanging a "Thank you, goodbye." and a "Come back soon!", he stepped out of the store, his face reddening at an alarming rate. He wasn't a fool, he knew that this simple first meeting with the cute patisserie shop employee was going to be one of many visits. Most of which will have the ulterior motive of seeing your face and cute smile again.

- He really had to thank Suna.

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[jingerhead]

For the ask game: 54 and 48? I read the “I’m pregnant” one and I laughed so hard 😂🥰

Omg anon...I still don't know how to feel about these 2 prompts. But I tied my best! I'm glad you liked the others, thank you so much! This is a pretty short drabble of nothing but crack but I hope you enjoy :)

48 - Let me smell your breath

54 - It sure as hell does change things!

The day had started off normally enough. Neil had sat in the good corner of the couch, claimed the fuzzy blanket for himself and had King purring away in his lap. The TV was on, his phone was charged, and he was fully prepared to do a day of nothing. Athletes need rest days too, you know. Even ones that play like their lives depend on it.

Andrew had been on the other end of the couch for part of the day, typing away on his laptop. Neil was pretty sure that he was writing a novel at this point, but he couldn't be completely sure. Around noon Andrew left to take a shower, and Neil heard him cleaning in there as well. They'd had a pretty late breakfast, so Neil was perfectly content to stay on the couch for now, annoying people on Twitter while a documentary played on TV.

It had to be at least an hour he was alone, but finally Andrew was done in the bathroom and went straight for the kitchen. Neil watched him go for a moment, then focused back on his phone. The narrator on the TV was just starting to talk about sharks when Andrew started stomping around.

A few seconds later, he was towering over Neil.

"The raspberries are gone," he began.

Neil knew. He ate them all last night when he got up to use the bathroom. Andrew should be thankful he didn't go for the watermelon instead. "Okay," Neil said, wondering if it was okay to look back at his phone yet.

"I needed those for when Renee came over," Andrew continued, crossing his arms. Neil was immediately distracted. "You knew this."

Neil did, but his barely awake brain that craved raspberries in the middle of the night hadn't cared. "Can you get more?" he dared to ask.

"Who knows if there's any at the store?" Andrew asked. "There was a sale going on, Josten. I needed those raspberries."

"Who says it was me? Maybe one of the cats did that."

Andrew narrowed his eyes. He slowly leaned down and Neil let him, wondering where the hell this was going. "Let me smell your breath," Andrew said once their noses were just inches away.

"What? No!" Neil recoiled enough that King was jostled. She meowed loudly and jumped away, making room for Andrew to crowd.

"Well, Neil, if you didn't eat them, then there would be nothing to hide, would there?" Andrew asked, his eyes gleaming.

He was nothing but entertained by this, that was a given.

"Yeah, I ate them!" Neil frantically said. "Don't smell my breath, what the fuck?"

Andrew took a step back. Neil glared at him and pulled the fuzzy blanket up until it was bundled around his shoulders. "I needed those," Andrew repeated.

"I'm sure it's fine," Neil said back, ignoring the look Andrew gave him at mentioning anything being fine at all. "It can't change things, right? Your plans?"

"It sure as hell does change things!" Andrew took another step back. "She was teaching me how to make raspberry pie."

"Oh. Sorry."

Andrew shrugged. "We need to break that addiction."

"It's not an addiction. It's cravings."

Neil was ignored. Andrew headed back to the kitchen to do whatever he had to. Neil opened his phone back up and decided to send a text to Renee.

Can you pick up raspberries on your way over?

I already had one just in case :)

Neil blinked once at the sight of the text. Maybe he really did have an addiction.

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[night-of-the-wicked]

Valentine fic for @neomineom

Hope you like it!

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Dallas shifted in his sleep, instinctively sensing something in the bed was amiss. Reaching over, his arms clawed at the empty void nearby. Stupidly panic arose in him. It took the heister's brain a painfully long time to realize there was nothing to worry about. Dallas lifted himself and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes, thankful he did not feel hungover this morning. He almost hated the way his subconscious felt less secure without the kid's unconscious form pressed up against him. Waking up with his arm draped over him just felt so goddamn right in a way he couldn't quite explain to himself.

"Morning Valentine!" Sokol announced as he entered the room, carrying with him a tray. 'Shit. Fuck-' "That's today?" Dallas sputtered. Sokol presented him with a plate of expertly cut heart shaped raspberry pancakes. "Always has been last time I bothered to look at a calender." Sokol answered, eager for the older man to taste his breakfast. The Russian ate a forkful of his own meal, the crusts leftover from the hearts. Dallas inwardly cursed himself. 'This fucking kid went to all this trouble and I didn't even bother to get him a card? Argh, He's going to hate me.'

Dallas recalled the two of them passing by one those obnoxious Valentine displays a few days ago when making a supply run for the safehouse. Sokol snickered at the lame pick up lines on the cheap boxes of candy. Why couldn't he have grabbed something on the sly then? "You have Valentine's in Russia?" Dallas asked with mild interest, eyes more focused on the shopping list rather than the nauseating amount of red and pink hearts plastered everywhere. "We do but it is more for adults. It's not so much a traditional holiday, more of a modern one. You get a gift for your girlfriend and hope she doesn't throw it back in your face."

Back in the present Dallas ate a slice of pancake mulling over his options. He had never had a boyfriend before, he wasn't sure if he could get away with throwing a bouquet of flowers at him with a box of chocolates and call it a night. Jewelry was definitely out of the question, perfume wasn't a sure bet either. Sokol tore him away from his thoughts. "So how is it, stud?"

"Don't call me that. And it's pretty great actually. You did well.. especially with the execution. Someone should give you a spot on top chef." Sokol scoffed at that and leaned on him. "Wouldn't be fair competition then. I'd destroy those assholes." Dallas nodded in agreement as he took another bite. "They'd probably just give up and appoint you a judge halfway through the season." The younger male beamed with approval. "I would not go easy on my critiques either, I'd make them cry."

The two of them finished their meals and the aftermath was carefully placed aside out of harm's way on the floor. Sokol already had his arms wrapped around Dallas, preventing any hope for escape. "You should take it easy today, maybe take a nap after slaving away in the kitchen." It was worth a try. "I used to work out six hours a day hockey training, I don't think cooking one meal will kill me." Sokol snickered and eased into the crook of his neck, giving the sensitive skin there some attention. Dallas let his hands travel to his back, feeling the firm flesh beneath his T-shirt.

He didn't want to keep thinking about an exit strategy all day, he wanted to just be able to relax and savor their alone time, which had a tendency to be scarce these days. "Listen, Sergei." Sokol stopped showering him with affection immediately, it was rare for Dallas to bother addressing him on a first name basis. Almost reluctantly he pulled away from the kisses and stared at Nathan head on. "I'm going to be straight with you. I didn't get you shit for Valentine's day. Wasn't even on my radar. I should have paid more attention, I just feel like a dick for it. I promise I'll make it up to you somehow." Dallas expected the Russian to slap him or for his insults to dissolve into a mixture of his native tongue and english but instead his eyes softened. "I don't care about that, I don't need idiotic card to tell me something I already know. I just want you here. With me." Dallas was at a loss for words. Relief seeped into him and he felt somewhat silly for thinking he was totally fucked. "I'm still making it up to you." he insisted stubbornly as Sokol started planting kissing along his jaw working his way to his lips, which Dallas returned generously. "I didn't tell you not to." Sokol whispered into his graying stubble. It was then an idea sparked into Dallas's head...

The next day Sokol awoke to his room being utterly assaulted by an obscene amount of various chocolate and candy valentine gifts. "Oh my god, how much did you spend on this? A grand?" he gasped, sifting through the piles of it, eyes wide with horror. "Not even." Dallas replied with a wry grin. "There's something you need to learn about America, we got hell of a lot of sales the next fucking day after a holiday"

"But-! I can't eat five million calories alone! You have to to suffer with me."

"Gladly. And we got enough to share with whoever wants it." After about a week of Valentine binging no one on the team ever wanted to see a heart shaped piece of chocolate ever again.

#payday2valentinessanta #My writing

[lovemecharlie]

Uh Oh, Charlie

This is directly after Good Time, Charlie. Italics were written by Angel and taken from her fic 32 Weeks.

“I think we should fuck consistently until you’re over him.”

“Tuh.. Sounds like a lotta fuckin, let’s get started.”

Over the month Charlie had been messing with Trevante, they barely spoke about her husband, choosing to act as if she were single. In Charlie's mind, she was. Charlie knew burying feelings was an ineffective and unhealthy way of dealing with the anger and bitterness of rejection, but she also didn't want to dwell on negative feelings knowing that her life had to go on. Trevante was more than willing to play distraction, wining and dining her at cute spots that were out of his comfort zone. It was cute and he was honest. She felt more herself than she had in a while.

As for their arrangement.. It was sex, sex, sex, and more sex back to back and for hours whenever Charlie and Trevante had free time. They'd had sex on the hotel bed, chair, in the shower, on the sink, in the women's bathroom on the main floor, in the pool, in her car, in his car, in his barber's chair at work when no one was there.. that was her favorite because he gave her a clean undercut after.. in his bed, on his kitchen counter and table, in his bathtub, on his couch. The sex was great and it was often.

However, something strange had been happening. For perhaps the fifth day in a row, Charlie woke up feeling like Hell above ground. She woke with nausea and an aggressive case of heartburn that felt like acid reflux. Her body was fatigued and she felt achey like a virus was coming on. She still felt the ghost of Trevante's strong fingers hard on her sides and on her hips. Rolling from the bed, she ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach, wiping her mouth with tissue and rinsing with mouthwash. On her return to the bed, Trevante was awake and he looked concerned.

"That's the fourth time that I've seen you vomit this week.. and that's only what I've seen. I think you should go get checked out and before you say you're fine.. you're not fine." His voice wasn't loud or accusatory like N'Jadaka's would've been in that moment. Trevante was way easier to deal with.

"It's probably a virus or maybe I got food poisoning from the Thai restaurant we went to last week."

"We ate the same thing. I don't think so," he squinted. "Plus, if you had a virus I'd be as sick as you as much as I'm around and up in you."

"I don't know what else it could be," Charlie shrugged crossing her arms stubbornly.

"I have a guess," Trevante's brow raised and they stared at each other in a long moment of silence.

"...It's probably heat exhaustion. Oh my God, it's a heat stroke." The look in Trevante's eyes said he knew the truth and Charlie needed to accept it and come to terms. She didn't want to even think of it. "Tre, it's probably the heat," she reasoned again silently begging him to agree. The hotel had A/C, it wasn't the heat. She simply felt awful. "...And I'm supposed to go to Angel's gender reveal party today and be all fancy in a gown and heels? I don't know how this is going to work."

"You don't owe anyone an explanation of what we've been doing." His hands folded behind his head, vibes of tranquility wafting from him to Charlie, keeping her calm.

"I don't wanna talk to my estranged husband at all. I don't wanna see him, I just want to support my Angel on her big day." She moved to the small closet to grab her white and gold dress laying it on the bed. "I think I'm pretty much over my anger and the whole situation, but real talk. I've been thinking about this for a while. What if my husband found out we were fuckin and came to attack us?" She stared at Tre as his calm smile widened. He didn't take it seriously. "Tre, I'm serious." She felt paranoid, but she knew Erik's mind.

"With all due respect, Charlie? Like I've told you again and again.. I'm not afraid of him. I'll be in the same barbershop he saw me in before, cutting hair. It's good. He can come through anytime, get a shape up," he joked.

"You're not taking this seriously, do not underestimate him. He's done some things."

"He's crazy, I know," Trevante nods rolling his soft eyes. "Half the niggas on my block crazy. Everybody crazy. Don't worry about me, beautiful, I've been crazy too. I can revert if need be."

"How are you so level-headed and unbothered about all this?" Charlie sighed. He sat up and climbed from the bed, still fully naked in all of his chocolate glory to wrap his arms around her in an embrace.

"Stop worrying so much. Peace is attainable if you're vigilant."

"You and that poetry," she smirked.

---

"Okay, everyone!" An ever stunning Janelle Monae spoke into the microphone. Angel had asked her to host the event, and much like most people, couldn't tell her no. "It's time for the moment we've all been waiting for! Ryley and Henny planned the coolest gender reveal ever, a firework show! So if you're ready, let's travel outside of this lavish tent and see the show!"

Charlie felt as though she were being watched and she had the suspicion that it was of Erik's doing. It was definitely something he'd do, hire people to watch her. Her nausea increased. How much had they seen? There were people left and right and she looked at all of their eyes. Erik's eyes were the only ones she avoided since she could sense a conversation in those dark brown peepers that she didn't care to have.

It was a sticky situation she found herself in. She absentmindedly felt on her own stomach pudge, praying for the nausea to be a product of food poisoning as everyone watched the night sky. A baby was not ideal. She'd been good on her own needing Erik for nothing and she'd already begun to rediscover herself and her own happiness. She refused to go backwards.

"Charlie! Come sit with the fam," Homie pulled her so that she sat with the other wives who greeted her warmly with hugs. She did miss them all, each and every one. They looked beautiful in their stark white, glittering gold, and deep emerald green. Angel herself looked exquisite and was glowing. Girl had gotten thicc enough to bite.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” They watched as fire shot up into the sky, flying up at the speed of lightening until….

Charlie's jaw dropped and tears slipped down her awed face thinking of what it meant as blue and pink lights rained down.

Pink and Blue. A boy and a girl. Twins!

The house would be getting boy and girl twins. She couldn't wait to hold them and squeeze their cheeks and read to them. She wondered if they'd be tiny babies or fat like cherubs. She hoped they were fat like cherubs.. and healthy. Health was most important. Her hand went to her stomach again. She didn't take back her wish for food poisoning, but she figured that maybe having a baby wouldn't be so bad. Angel was already on the road to childbirth.. all Charlie would have to do was watch and take her cues from what Angel did. She could make it work.

After the fireworks, she caught up with her sisterwives, glad they weren't asking too many questions. She just wanted to talk about the twins and how everyone had been without her. Angel was happy to see her, giving Charlie a careful hug, her baby bump serving as a large barrier. As Charlie stood talking to Homie and Kimora, she looked over and saw Erik coming her way. That was her cue to leave.

“Hold on, Shy.” He spoke before running over to Charlie. “Ayye,” he said before grabbing a hold of her arm to stop her. She froze as she felt his touch, stopping in her tracks. “Where you headed off too? You leavin already, Charlie?”

Charlie turned around with a deep breath to look at him before speaking. “Yeah Daka, I’m a bit tired. I wanna head home and rest.”

“Home huh?” Erik said, looking her over, analyzing her body language. She did look tired, but she also looked nervous…. he could tell she was hiding something. He also noticed how she had unconsciously placed her hand on her belly. He decided he’d let her off easy this time, wanting her to come to him on her own. He wouldn’t let her keep her secret for too long however.

“Alright princess, take it easy then.” He said as he went in for hug. Being sure to take in the scent of her full hair.

“Y-yeah, I will.” Charlie said as warmth filled her body from Erik’s tight hug. Her sensitive body quickly being effected from his touch. She was sure she was covered in goosebumps.

Dammit, she thought feeling powerless all over again. No matter how far away she went physically and mentally, he still had this effect.

“Alright Daka, let me go big boy.” She said with a laugh, ready to get away from him. Her thoughts were becoming too clouded & she was afraid she’d do something she’d regret.

Finally Erik loosened his grip, giving her his signature smirk. Naturally he knew what effect he was having on her, he always did.

“I’ll let you go. For now.” He said, his eyes filling with fire & a promise. 

---

"He's watching us," Charlie blurted over the phone when Trevante picked up. She was changing out of the white and gold gown in her hotel room that had become more of an apartment. "Remember what I said to you?"

Trevante wasn't afraid and no matter what Charlie said or how much money she offered him to leave and start over elsewhere in financial comfort and safety, he wasn't with it. "Have some faith, shawty. It'll be okay." She could hear the buzzing of his clippers in the background. He was so unbothered.

Charlie on the other hand was sick physically and with stress. Trevante said to take a test and common sense told her to take a test, but she didn't want to take it and see a positive because then she'd have to deal with the fallout and plan the rest of her life around a surprise factor. She put it off like she pocketed her feelings for her husband.

"Hello? Charlie.. Charlie.." She heard the clippers stop.

"Huh? Sorry, I zoned out thinking about the chaos that is my life!"

"You're the one who has to make the decisions. Don't panic until you take a test." Solid advice.

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[existentialstatesofmind]

Never A Dull Morning

Clare: didn't let boys see her undergarments. Even though she'd starting buying more interesting bras and panties last year, it was for herself not them. Of course Dakota hadn't actually done anything wrong. "It's just private." She explained. "Thank you for understanding." Her cheeks were still pink as she got dressed. Clare wasn't going to explain her weird logic in front of Emi. How she could go without wearing a bra in front of him but wasn't ready for him to see it. Clare was a little shocked after she succesfully beat up Bren. She'd learned how to do that after the whole Fitz threatening her and Eli with a knife incident because it was important to be able to defend herself. Had she gone too far? Bren hadn't actually touched her. Emi was here though and she needed to know it wasn't okay for boys to talk to girls like that even ones who weren't strangers. (Although to Clare, Bren was.) Bren didn't get a free pass. Especially after behaving like that in front of a five year old! He should be ashamed of himself! Besides Clare knew she couldn't hurt Bren badly, she didn't know how to do more than (hopefully) get him to leave her alone from now on. She stepped outside with Kota and slowly breathed in and out trying to calm down. "Is he always like that?" Clare asked. "No problem. I don't want to confuse her. Foreign languages aren't easy for me. I always want to pronounce words exactly how they are written. But in Spanish a J is prounced like an H, in Russian an I is pronounced like an E. So on and so forth. I guess that's why I like French, it's the same alaphabet as English so it's slightly less confusing for me. The difference is the French use diacritics." Clare shrugged. She didn't give up easily and at least she had been right about how to say sushi after all. She felt better by the time they went back inside. Clare smiled at Ash and Emi. "Emi did a good job. He's still down." She knew that wouldn't last much longer so she gladly escaped to the living room with Kota and Emi. Clare sat down on the couch. She bit her lip when Emi asked about purity rings. This was part of the reason why she felt like it was necessary to shut Bren up. Emi didn't need to hear about anything that pretained to sex. Of course she had questions now. Kota was lucky she only asked that one and didn't seem to care that he didn't give her a real answer. Clare winced soon as she heard the name Jenna. Maybe it was a different Jenna? No, soon as Kota got to the part about her trashy short shorts and her purposedly bending over (so everyone could see her buttcrack), Clare knew Dakota was referring to the her former friend. Who stole K.C from her using that exact tactic. He wasn't worth keeping and neither was Jenna's friendship. "I didn't know big mouth already told you all of that before we started hanging out." Clare said softly. "I guess she's still bragging about it. She's been trying to get with every guy since K.C got sick of her. Alli's brother, Sav, turned her down too. She's going to get the baby taken away from her because she won't stay home with him and there's no one else to watch him. I'd feel bad for Jenna but Owen threw my best friend Adam through a glass door for being transgender so...if that's who she wants to be with her baby deserves better." She squeezed Dakota's hand as he confessed to Kelly about his false reputation. Clare knew people might get the wrong idea when they found out she was dating Dakota especially if someone learned about their sleepover(s) but she didn't care. Anyone who mattered wouldn't believe a rumor over the truth. If Jesus Club did to her what they did to her sister, she didn't need to be part of it. However, she hoped they'd changed along with their name. Clare smiled back at him and chuckled because she'd always been able to take care of herself and now she could stand up for herself too. Well, by doing more than slapping boys and making a scene by yelling at them. The other girls at school needed to learn how too instead of relying on Kota to play superman. "I like you just the way you are even if you're reckless. There are some situations you can't get out of alone, she needed a friend." Clare reassurred him after Kelly left. "Just give them the card from now on. Kelly's right. Her dad could've killed you." She shuddered. Clare scooted closer to Dakota when Bren came in. "Do you even realize that was sexual harassment and if you keep doing it, someday a women will press charges against you and you'll go to jail." She said seriously. "You can't grope girls because you like the way we look, just like we can't do it to you. Or each other. Or a guy to another guy." She shook her head. Bren had Genesis all wrong. They were still living with the consequences of Adam and Eve's betrayal. The bible also said that outside of marriage sex was a sin. Even if you didn't believe that, there were other reasons to wait and she didn't plan to do something she'd regret. "Yeah! Let's go after breakfast before it gets too hot. Outside." She frowned. "The only problem is I don't have any exercise clothes here." Clare didn't want to wear her new outfit to the park. She supposed she could make do with what she'd worn over to Kota's in the first place.

Kota: nodded when Clare reassured him after Kelly left and kissed her cheek. "Thank you." he whispered and listened to her chide Bren. He knew that they've been there with him. "Yea, I know. That's why I ask to touch a girl's breasts. They taught me about sexual harassment in school and as long as I don't touch her without permission the most the girl will do is beat the crap out of me. So much easier in Bristol." Bren whined. "Yea, he's got a hard head. He went to Bristol and into a night club where he made a friend. She took a pill, made out with him for about ten minutes, then her boyfriend came and we got a call from the hospital. Bren had to get stitches and had a broken arm. We just sort of gave up after that." he explained to Clare. "The guy had a hard punch, once the girl realized he was beating me up, she called the cops, grabbed him and ran. I'm friends with her on facebook, she asked when I'm going back to Bristol." Bren explained to Clare. "And didn't her boyfriend threaten to kill you if you ever touched her a fourth time since you had to go find her after you go out of the hospital?" Kota asked looking at him. "Yea, but that's just a threat." Bren stated and Kota rolled his eyes. "I wish I could just beat the shit out of you right now, but it'll be futile. I only continued to help because I thought you were done with that girl and could actually change. She's fucking strung out on drugs. That night you were in the hospital she was too, an hour later she tried to kill herself because of the drugs she took. Does that really mean nothing to you, do you not see how much she's calling for help?" Kota asked. "So what she just needs to stop taking whatever drug made her want to die. If she were mine and came to me every night I'd be the happiest man alive regardless if she's strung out or not. They can help the suicide thing." Bren shrugged and Kota got up seeing the headphones still on Emi. "Bren, sex isn't worth your life nor is a girl. Who cares if she got strung out and made out with you, she's fuck-" "I don't care." Bren yelled back and Kota felt a hand on his shoulder to see his mom. "From the first time I held you, I knew you'd be trouble. You acted out more than any of your brothers and never wanted to stay. You were always trying to leave to go wherever, soon that changed and you started going after girls not caring about anyone, but you. I had these papers printed out and money put aside. They're emancipation papers, if you really want this I won't stop you anymore." She said holding his suitcase in hand and he took the papers. "I know you don't care what happens to you, but we do. I think you may need this, to go on your own for a bit and come home to us. Maybe this will help you be a better man." she said as she signed the papers after him and handed him his suitcase and passport. "There's money in there with an address book to friends I've made and keep in touch with in various countries." she said. "And I can be with Iona?" he asked curiously. "This was only an act to be with her?" Kota asked. "Well yea." Bren answered. "If that's what you want." His mom said and Bren took his things and left. "He never unpacked his things. I knew he didn't want to stay." his mom explained and he sat back down. "Maybe this will open his eyes." Kota breathed and laid his head on Clare's shoulder. After she mentioned going to the park after breakfast, he watched as Kelly bought out a plate of pancakes while Dallas carried the plates, Stacy carried sets of silverware wrapped in napkins and Ash and Dom carried sides. Without a word, Kota went to the kitchen and grabbed bottles of juice for everyone, then sat next to Clare and Emi. "Kelly, do you still have those yoga shorts that were too small?" he asked looking at her. "Yea." she answered. "I need them for Clare." He said honestly. "They're in the same place in my room. Also you're on wash duty later after Dallas does the basics. I have Victoria's Secret lingerie that needs to be washed and you're the only one who doesn't shrink them besides Stacy and she has to go home. I also have work." Kelly said and he nodded. "Ok, Stacy do you need your Victoria's Secret lingerie washed?" he asked looking at her. "Yea. Dallas will get them for you when you're ready to do the laundry. Dallas cut some of the tags off mine so that should help a bit. My bras and other items have tags." Stacy explained and he nodded as he ate. "Dom is helping me separate the Victoria's Secret from everything." Dallas stated. "Ash and I will do the dishes then." Stacy stated honestly. "Ok, that leaves Kota and Clare to the floors after dinner." Kelly said. "I wanna help." Emi stated. "We just pick up big items and leave the rest to the roomba." he informed Clare as he continued to eat. After breakfast was done, Kota went and got the shorts for Clare and one of his shirts too. "I'll go change in Dom's bathroom." he smiled at her as he handed her the clothing and kissed her chastely before going to change.

#nadm