#but if i knew it was okay and they'd 'just' be training and it'd be a bit tiring it'd be more bearable yk?

[indigodawns]

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[kairismess]

was thinkinnnn~ kuroo, sugawara, makki(or iwa if you dk how to write makki), and osamu with a twitch streamer girlfriend 😉

his streamer girlfriend. (part 1)

🍥 author's note: this is kind of set during post high school, ig college timeline? just after high school and before the timeskip arc (ㆁωㆁ) !! and y'all live together ~~~

kuroo tetsurou.

"chibi-chaaaaan, you wearing my jersey again?"

your rooster headed boyfriend walked into your room, clad in nothing but those red shorts you got him last week. you immediately closed your camera, and the chat went wild. of course you were the highlight of your streams, your audience loved you–but they loved seeing your boyfriend more sometimes, especially when he was provoking and teasing you, such as now.

"ooh, what could they be doing rn?"

"SELL ME HIS JERSEY !!!"

"unfair. how could someone so handsome get someone so pretty as u wtf... !"

kuroo chuckled as he saw the flurry of messages by the corner of your screen, with you all flustered as you tried to muster an excuse as to why you were wearing his jersey from high school. "comfortable in it?" he asked you in a husky voice, pressing his hands against the arms of your computer chair, making you squeak out a noise of embarrassment, much to his (and your chat's) delight.

you turned off your camera, but you forgot to take care of your mic; so even if you didn't show your audience how cute you two looked while your boyfriend teased you, they could sure hear how adorable you two acted together–it made everyone jealous at how hot yet cute your dynamic together was.

he loved hearing you try to tell him in such futile little whimpers and mewls as he kissed your neck and caressed your waist that you were busy streaming, that you'd give his jersey back later–but he knew you'd soon forget when later will be. and besides, it'd be more fun to give your audience a show, right? you're liking this anyway, your facial expressions and body language are giving you away.

"mmm... fine, keep the jersey for a bit–but just remember, after this stream... you're all mine for tonight. the jersey looks amazing on you, but you're drop dead gorgeous when you've got nothing...– nevermind, we'll talk later, dearest. your chat's going crazy, better not let them wait, hmm?"

sugawara koushi.

"love! look at what my students drew for me!"

your eyes widened as sugawara knocked on your door and came in with a wide smile on his face. he didn't realize you were streaming today, he was just so excited to show you what his star students made for him to show their appreciation for him. sugawara always came off as quite motherly, he was always so down-to-earth and sweet–and your audience always loved it whenever sugamama, as they called him, came over and blessed the chat with his wonderful energy.

it was always wholesome whenever you two were on the stream, the chat would always go crazy whenever he'd act all sweet and tender to you.

"where to get gentlemen like these? 😭😭😭 i love sugamama so much !!"

"you two are just SO 💗💗💗"

"ARE YOU TWO GONNA GET MARRIED ONE DAY ...?"

sugawara's face got flushed when he saw that you were streaming right then and there, you didn't need to tell him you were streaming for him to get the point. he chuckled awkwardly and smiled, apologizing softly as you told him it was okay, he wasn't interrupting.

the chat loved seeing sugawara embarrassed, your chat was flooded with your fans losing it over him. you asked sugawara if you both could look at the drawings over the stream, and sugawara agreed. he showed the pictures his students drew for him (keeping the students' identities secret, of course) and you swore you could see his face brighten up a thousand times as he went on and on about his students.

your chat was not opposed to the idea of watching sugawara stream his lectures online, even if he was only training to be a teacher and only taught elementary students, they'd all flock to see content of you two together.

iwaizumi hajime.

"could you end the stream now and help keep the bed warm now, babe?"

your boyfriend was extremely impatient, he had spent the whole day out at the gym and was exhausted. he couldn't get a kiss from you when he came home because you were busy streaming, and he couldn't eat dinner with you tonight because, again, you were still streaming.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed a pout, his olive green eyes bearing into the back of your head as you felt his need for your love and attention increase by a hundredfold. you told the chat you'd have to leave for a while to tend to your grumpy, overworked boy–but you didn't need to end the stream to give him your attention.

in a flash, iwaizumi picked you up, slung you over his shoulder–and much to your squeals and cries, he gently set you down on the bed and said in a gruff voice, "sleep. you've been at this for hours, and i've been needing you for the whole day. let them watch, just sleep with me, babe."

"DID YOU SEE THOSE BICEPS?"

"oh to be carried by a man like that... (◠‿◕)"

"i demand to be loved like this NOW 💥💥💥"

"and you'd better not be thinking of squirming out of my grasp." he grumbled as he wrapped his big, bulging arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. well... this was gonna be the longest stream you've ever had.

miya osamu.

"have ya eaten, sweetpea? you've been in front of the computer all day, hon."

you nearly jumped out of your computer chair when osamu came by, with a plateful of your favorite food for dinner. he understood that your job had quite hectic schedules, and he supports you wholeheartedly; though he does wish you won't forget to feed yourself and take a break every now and then.

you tried to whisper to him that you were currently streaming, but he didn't see that as a reason not to eat. "ah, what do i care if you have people watchin' ya right now? it ain't obscene ta eat, if anythin', y'all better tell m'sweet t'eat, set yer clocks to remind 'er ta eat, that way she will." osamu told your audience, with them all agreeing, making him smile down at you as you stared at him, embarrassed that he made your audience remind you to eat.

"you heard him, SET YOUR CLOCKS GUYS"

"DON'T THINK IT'S UNIMPORTANT TO EAT, EAT UP GIRLIE !!!"

"please don't forget to eat for our sake 😭😭😭"

"now, eat up hon." he tells you softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your head, making your audience go crazy over how affectionate and caring your boyfriend was for you.

[sidekickjoey]

Nothing's Gonna Harm You

Rating: T WC: 2,411 Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Canon Compliant, Implied Steddie, Referenced Character Death, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug & Is Not Okay A/N: Here's a little fic inspired by the pics of Dustin defending Eddie's grave from jocks in S5 and how emotional that made me to see. Shout out to @steddieasitgoes for indulging in my rambles about this idea as I avoided work to write it xx Divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics! Read it on AO3

Steve heard Dustin's shouts a mile away.

He hadn't wanted to drive him to the cemetery, originally. Ever since Eddie's death, the place has felt so strange. Haunted, almost. Steve wouldn't put it past Eddie to haunt Hawkins after how they treated him, but it's more like there's this lingering cloud of sadness and loss hovering over the place that's heavier than before. He doesn't like to dwell on it too much, fears the way it might make him feel if he lets it go on around him for too long.

But, Dustin wanted to go.

He's missed Eddie a lot, is the thing. Steve had not realized the full extent of the bond they'd formed until Eddie no longer was there to fill it. He knows now that it was strong. So strong. He'd be an asshole to not let Dustin come pay some respects here and there. Lord knows, had they had more time to spend together, Steve might have come out on the other side just as closely bonded with him himself, if not more so. So naturally, they went.

Everything had been fine at first, too. Steve pulled up near the front of the cemetery, parked his car, and gave Dustin a small 'be careful' talk before sending him on his way, and that had been that. He'd rested back in his seat the moment Dustin left his sight, turned on some tunes, and tried to distract his mind from his surroundings the best he could. For a while, that worked.

But then, Dustin shouts rang out over the cemetery, and well, Steve Harrington would not be Steve Harrington if he didn't run head-first into situations -- especially the ones he hates -- to protect the ones he loves.

He was up and out of his car in seconds.

It thankfully did not take long for Steve to find Dustin, all things considered. He had been to Eddie's grave before during the funeral, so he sort of knew the way, and Dustin was screaming quite loudly. He'd lost a little hearing throughout the years from injury, but not even that could drown out his wailing and calls for Steve. Hell, Steve probably could be many miles away and still be alerted to that kind of call.

When he did approach Dustin, it was like approaching a nightmare. He was standing right by Eddie's grave looking a mess, with his Hellfire shirt ripped, his face reddened and muddied up with dirt, and cuts near his nose and mouth. Beside him, Eddie's grave was clearly defaced with something also bright red, spelling out 'burn in hell' over Eddie's name. It's sloppy work, really. Steve could just hear Eddie judging their lack of creativity. On any other day, he might have pressed his luck with it and made a comment or two, just to see where it'd take him.

This day was no day for that, though. Dustin wasn't standing alone, after all. He had a jock's arm around his neck and another's arm cast back ready to swing. That just couldn't do. Luckily for him, Steve had been well trained on how to handle situations like it.

Approaching the jocks from behind, he wasted no time casting his weight back and slamming his fist expertly into the cheek of the one prepping to punch.

The guy, wildly caught off guard, stumbled to the side and fell over himself with a groan. Steve had heard that groan before leave his lips, so he was well aware he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. This freed him to turn and handle the other two jocks at the scene ready to pounce.

The first took a few swings, but he was slow. He was no match for Steve, who had been trained by the likes of Billy Hargrove and Russians to act fast and on his toes. Steve easily nailed him in the gut, sending him wailing to the grassy floor. The next guy took a more analytical approach, jumping around to get Steve to accidentally trip over one of the headstones nearby. It was smart, but Steve was smarter. He knew how to use a good logic flip to his advantage and did so the moment he could. The guy was on his ass in seconds, whining about a twisted ankle like he'd been shot.

Steve brushed him off and immediately turned to Dustin.

The kid still wriggled around in the tight grip around him, so that was good at least. His face was as pale as a ghosts and his eyes were jumping back and forth, but he also looked hopeful. Carding back his hair, Steve used that hope. He let it refresh him and fuel him to finish the job here and not let him down, to give him a happier ending than the one's he's been dealt lately.

Stepping toward the first guy, a moaning pile on the floor still clutching his jaw in agony, Steve folded his arms and cast a scathingly judgmental look his way.

"God, you guys are pathetic."

Near his feet, the guy spat -- blood red, just like the color on Eddie's stone. "Move aside, Harrington. We're doing this one a favor so he doesn't end up six feet under like your friend here."

"Oh, well forgive him for not bringing a thank you card," Steve sneered back, cocking his hip to the side. "Honestly, if anyone should be thanking anybody, it's you to him. That kid saved your stupid life -- all your lives."

"He's not the first humanitarian to ever help after an earthqu- OW!"

Steve hoped Eddie got a kick out of that kick to this guy's side, wherever he was. He devious grin made its way to Steve's face then, as well as the teasing lilt that had driven Steve crazy in the forest what seemed like forever ago.

"Wanna' try again, hot shot?"

"Screw you," the other jock holding Dustin yelled then, tightening his hold around his neck. Dustin winced but held strong, reassuring Steve to keep going with pleasing eyes. "I hope you both go to Hell, right there with the freak!"

And, well, that was perhaps not the best thing somebody could say to Steve in that moment. Coolly, calmly, Steve straightened up and smiled. It was an early, unsettling thing that stretched across him and felt utterly vicious for him to deliver. It had to look as fearsome as it felt, because the second it reached its full potential, he saw the hold on Dustin slip ever-so-slightly. Steve could practically preen over it, over how he still easily can read these jerks like a book.

Stepping forward once more, he looked the guy up and down.

"Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but that won't work on us, unfortunately. See, we've been there already. Not that bad of a place, actually. You know, once you get over everything rotting and all the demons waiting to devour you whole."

The guy stared back at him for a long moment then, confused but too scared and perturbed by the pet name Steve threw in to ask anything more. One of the other boys, the one who he nailed in the gut earlier, cursed under his breath in tandem, muttering something about how Steve's gone crazy. It only emboldened him more, enough so that he decided to toss a wink the guy's way and sweetly coo that "he'll be sure to remember that next time he's down there."

He swore he heard Dustin snicker.

"Anyway, unless you boys want test your luck with how serious I am right now, and I really advise against that I should add, I think we're done here. Get the hell out."

The group remained silent, stunned. Steve raised his brow. And then-

"NOW!"

Amusingly, it was Mr. Hostage himself who made it out the fastest. His other boys quickly followed, cursing and checking behind them the entire way.

Steve felt so alive.

Dustin, however, very much did not look super duper alive. Once he was finally back to himself and reality, Steve jogged over to him and bent at the knee to see his cuts. The one near his nose was pretty gnarly, enough to make him wince sympathetically.

"Jeesh, you okay kid?"

"Now that you're here, yeah," Dustin replied, more in awe than in pain. "You scared the shit out of those guys, Steve."

"Yeah, well," Steve huffed, applying some pressure to the cut on Dustin's cheek with his shirtsleeve. "Wish I could've done more, but I don't think I can exactly afford a lawsuit right about now."

"Parents cut you off?"

"And Family Video."

"Jesus."

"Doesn't matter though. The point is that you matter, and so does your health, and right about now we need to be getting you to a first-aid kit before anything gets too bad." Steve noticed a bruise forming under Dustin's eye. He winced. "And maybe get you some ice while we're at it."

Dustin nodded his consent, only to turn to his right and freeze in place. Steve followed his gaze back down to Eddie's grave, still very much disturbed. They shared a moment of silence before locking eyes, and when they did, Dustin shook his head already anticipating Steve's thoughts.

"I can't leave him like that, Steve. I can't."

That pooling feeling of dread hit Steve's gut then. He took a shaky breath.

"No, man. You need to get fixed."

"Not before him," he snapped back, a little louder, meaning business. Steve gnawed at the corner of his mouth and chanced a glance over at the stone. Something in his heart twinged.

"Dustin-"

"Not before him, and not when his uncle could come here and see this," Dustin reiterated, firmer.

And dammit, once again, Dustin was right. One-hundred-percent right.

How could Steve possibly be anything other than helpless to oblige there, in that moment.

With a sworn promise to let Steve bandage him up as soon as physically possible, the two went back to Steve's car and drove to the nearest mini-mart. There, with Dustin waiting in the passenger seat, Steve made quick work purchasing cleaning supplies, bandages, and two candy bars for once they were all finished with this mess. A short drive back and medical pit-stop later, Steve and a newly bandaged Dustin made the walk through the cemetery right back to Eddie's defamed plot.

They worked diligently and delicately.

The paint itself was pretty easy to get off with some soap, but its remaining residue was trickier. Steve and Dustin had to spend the better part of an hour scrubbing at it and dousing it with chemicals to remove it, which could not have been easy for Dustin in his wounded state. He still tried hard though, as did Steve. Eventually, the stone emerged good as new, shining in the glow of sunset.

There, on the ground, Eddie watching over them, Steve handed over one of the candy bars to Dustin.

Call Steve biased, but he figured the sun's light had nothing on the way Dustin lit up like a sparkler in that moment.

He turned to Steve and hugged him tight.

"Thank you," he said, voice tight with emotion. "From me and from Eddie. He'd really be glad you did this for him."

Steve let out a slow breath. Nodded once, twice.

"I'm serious, man," Dustin stressed again as he pulled back, knowing Steve and his deflections all too well. "That was really cool of you."

"I dunno."

"Okay, but I do. You protected me, Wayne, and him. That's like, the Eddie Munson trifecta. I don't think you could be more badass in his eyes right now unless you like, learned guitar right this second. Or, actually, no shit, if you whacked those assholes with a guitar! You know, upside the head, like your bat!"

Steve shook his head. "Fat chance of that."

"Hence why what you did is so amazingly cool," Dustin noted, snagging a big bite of chocolate.

Grabbing a smaller bite, Steve still was not so sure. He was, however, reminded then of a fleeting thought he had come up with earlier, a thought that might just be the right Eddie-like thing to say then to smooth things over and help Dustin know he'd be okay.

With one more look at Eddie's grave, Steve decided fuck it.

"Yeah, well. Their work was way too uncreative to let slide, even for me."

Dustin shoved at Steve's shoulder, grinning again to Steve's delight -- an instant win. "It was pretty lame, huh?"

"I'm just saying, the guy created an entire club based on fantasy creatures and has a whole backlog of oddly named artists he listens to, and the best they could come up with is burn in hell. They could've at least tried or used something other than cheap Crayola paint."

"Bet you Eddie cringed so hard, man."

"That's what I'm saying."

After a few beats of silence and another candy bite, Dustin looked back at the grave. "I'm, um. I'm thinking of coming back here again in a week or so. You know, to check on him. Make sure those assholes didn't try another shitty drawing. Do you want to come with?"

Steve swallowed hard, anxiety bubbling back. "I'm not sure, man."

"If you won't go to visit with me, would you go to protect me at least?"

"Dustin-"

"Please?"

Sighing, Steve conceded with a nod. And that was that.

They stayed there for a little while longer, until their candy bars were nothing but distant memories and the sun was nearly gone in the sky. Dustin got up first and began running to the car, telling Steve he'd race him. Steve held back though, told him to get the car warm for him. He just needed to do something real quick.

Kneeling down at Eddie's grave, head swimming with the loss and sadness that had been plaguing him the whole time, Steve placed his hand on the headstone, let a tear fall, and then met the stone head-on.

"I'll protect him," he spoke, to no one but the air in actuality but truly, dearly to Eddie in his heart. "I-I can't promise much, man. But, I'll promise that. For you. I promise."

With a pressed kiss to his hand, he let it rest on the stone for a minute or so more and then turned, jogging back to Dustin.

Above him, in the twilight sky, the stars twinkled.

[lilacgaby]

day five

~2.2k

chapter select!

he feels her rest in his chest as he picks her up and walks towards the medics.

the sight of her wound makes him cringe, it wasn't that horrific of a wound, but it'd definitely done some damage.

as he walked by, he was congratulated and praised by the small crowd that had gathered outside the alleyway.

he was thanked profusely by genie, as were mirko and jeanist, because they had assumed they'd just saved their life, and not that they were bait the entire time.

the victory didn't feel as glory filled as it would have normally, not when she was injured on her arm, and not because they could've got another hero seriously injured in the process.

not when it wasn't him who finished the fight. not when he just out of reach. again.

he set her down gently in the ambulance, and followed mirko and jeanist as they went back to the agency to file their reports.  he was normally pretty quiet, but anyone could tell he was preoccupied with [name]'s absence.

"cheer up loser, she'll be okay by the time you two lovers get back to the dorms later tomorrow." mirko comforted.

"you fought as best as you could, so don't worry about things that were out of your control. she fought, she won, she got hurt, but she saved people. that's what it means to be a hero."

"you can't save them all, dynamight."

jeanist finally said.

katsuki pondered the words in his head. he knew it was impossible for him to save everyone but..

it's what he expected of himself.

he grunted in acknowledgment of the two's words,

the words that were stuck in his head as he went to sleep that night.

a lot of stuff that had happened recently was still being processed in his head.

mostly the fact that he heard on the phone when mirko let her crush on him slip, that she herself had accidentally confirmed it,

and that she promised to talk about it after the quirk wore off on sunday.

he hated staying up and thinking, he loved to sleep, but he honestly couldn't fall asleep.

he was busy thinking of her.

he finally got enough comfort to close his eyes with the promise that he'd go and see her as soon as he woke up.

he'd ask her to ride the train back to musutafu together.

and on sunday,

he'd be the one to confess.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

she woke up to the sight of uncomfortable, white lights.

she was in a hospital.

she sat up and eyed the place around her.

it offered her no comfort, but since it looked to be like a hospital meant for kids and teens, there were cute butterfly decals that scattered the walls.

there was a bunny stuffed animal on the side of her bed, with a bouquet of [name]'s favorite flowers accompanying it.

she figured that all her stuff from the hotel was in the suitcase that laid against the wall, with a sticky note attached to the front.

[name] groaned a bit as she sat up, her arm wasn't as bad as she thought, the wound was actually quite small, but it was sore.

it was bandaged well, but blood was already seeping through. she'd need to get it wrapped again before leaving.

as she slowly got up and walked over to pick up the note, she looked up at the time.

it was noon, if she wanted to make it back to the dorms early she'd have to set out soon.

she looked down and read the note:

'see you soon partner! i had to run so i couldn't stay and watch over you :(

i left you a train card with funds in the left pocket,

so text me when you get to the dorms!

- rumi <3'

she smiled at the note, and mentally noted that she had a working card.

as she slowly stretched out her legs, being mindful of her arm, a nurse knocked before coming in.

"good morning ms. [name], how are you feeling this afternoon?"

"sore, but surprisingly not that bad."

"that's good to hear! the doctor asked me to relay a message on your arms condition for you.

while your arm itself will heal just fine, you'll need to get check-ups every month to make sure no nerve damage has been done. you see, that quirk worked by canceling any signal recieved by your receptors in your arm, but since you can move it slightly, i'd be hopeful for a full recovery.

on another note, you have a visitor. would you like me to ask them to wait until you've changed?"

"yes, i hate this gown."

"oh, well alright! i'll call them up in thirty minutes. also, i'll arrange someone to come and wrap your arm again."

"thank you."

her mind wandered as the implications of what she'd just been told set in.

there was a real possibility she could've been left without an arm.

oh well. can't worry about things that didn't happen.

but, the thing she was most happy about was that the oversharing nature of the quirk was something she'd be happy to lose, and all left was one full day.

she changed into civilian wear she found in her bag, and chose something that'd cover the wound on her arm. the hospital lights weren't doing her any favors, but she'd be gone soon anyways.

a knock at the door and an entry took her attention.

it was a nurse, who came to change her arm's casting.

"you can look away if you don't want so see this." the nurse advised, as she slowly took off the cast.

"no, i'm okay."

the wound wasn't pretty. it was stitched closed but it was pretty obvious that they had to use a graft from some other part of the body, because a bit of her internals were showing through.

as fast as she saw it, it left, expertly wrapped once again.

"take a visit to recovery girl once you get back on campus, it'll speed up your recovery and get your arm back to normal."

"okay, thank you."

the nurse bowed as she walked out. just as she was going to shut the door behind her, she eyed someone and held the door open for them.

inside came bakugo, who walked in with a single rose in his hand, and his bag of belongings slung around his back.

"hey."

"oh, hey katsuki. thought you'd already be at the dorms by now."

he held out the rose as he said, "couldn't leave, i was thinking about you."

she flushed, grabbing the rose appreciately. "aw, you didn't have to."

"you were, really cool yesterday. you were the reason we won so, i had to."

"thanks katsuki, but you did great too! i couldnt really focus.. but i saw you handling those other guys like they were nothing."

she praised as she decided to put the rose in with the bouquet mirko had gifted her, it was placed smack in the middle, contrasting with the others.

he was glad she turned away, as she missed the pink tint of his face.

"yeah, obviously i was gonna do great. it was just surprising to see someone rise on my level, that's all."

"aww katsuki!"

"be quiet."

she smiled as she finished putting everything away. katsuki scratched the back of his head as he finally just came out and said it.

"so, uh.. let's go on the train together."

"hm? okay, sounds cool."

"just take the damn bunny and shit, i got your bag."

"huh? i got it--"

"you're injured. let me do this for you."

he didn't hear another word before he walked out, waiting for her in the hallway.

she shrugged and turned back, finishing gathering her things, grabbing the bunny and bouquet, before putting on her shoes, and stepping out.

"let's go."

she nodded, and they walked to the train station together.

before katsuki could tell her not to, she paid for both their tickets using the funds from mirko.

he angrily muttered that she beat him to the punch.

the train to musutafu was empty again, besides the two of them.

they sat next to eachother, eyeing the scenery of the city.

"thanks katsuki."

"for what?"

"i was so scared. so nervous, i really needed you back there. and you came through."

"it's okay to be scared, but you don't have to be.

especially when im around. i'm number one, so i'll protect you. and don't forget that you're strong enough to protect yourself too."

she laid her head on his shoulder, after a few moments he laid his on hers.

the bunny was sat in a seat next to them, holding the flowers she was gifted.

he took the initiative to hold her hand on his lap.

she let out a soft smile, and tightened her hold on his hand.

she let out a yawn as she fell asleep on his shoulder.

"wake me up when we get there."

after he was safely sure she was fast asleep, he sighed heavily, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

"[name],

hey [name], wake up."

she stirred awake, the sun was setting outside the window, and she was still laying on his shoulder and her hand was still in his.

"oh, g'morning katsuki." she said, still half asleep.

"it's six, dumbass."

"oh, good afternoon then." she gently let go of his hand, stood up, and stretched,

"you ready to be back with our gang of idiots katsuki?"

"yeah, i just wanna go to my dorm."

"oh yeah, you didn't get to borrow my manga last time! i'll sneak to your room later and give it to you."

"what if you get caught idiot?"

"well, i almost died yesterday so, i think ill get sympathy points or something."

"you're insane."

the intercom overhead announced their arrival, bakugo grabbed her suitcase and his own bag, as she grabbed her bunny and flowers.

she stuck out her hand and intertwined it with his.

they walked hand-in-hand back to the dorms where suprisingly,

no one else was.

"guess we're early huh?"

"why are none of those other idiots here?!"

"i think that maybe their missions were extended or they're just coming late. if you're really so interested, just text them!"

"i'd rather die."

"oh.. uh- anyway, this is better! i'll give your manga and then you can head to bed.

he thought it over, before the ghost of a smile came onto his face,

"yeah, that sounds good [name]."

katsuki carried her luggage up to her dorms, she set the bouquet and bunny onto her bed, and grabbed the bag of manga that he'd left behind that one day.

she grabbed his hand and dragged him over to his room.

"okay, since you're taking so many of mine, i'll treat myself to your library, k?"

"uh- fine i guess."

"okay!"

she handed him the bag full of manga, and he laid down, starting to read the next volume of maid-sama.

meanwhile, she pulled the cubby of his shoujo manga he hoarded under his bed. she grabbed the first volume of 'nana' and held it up.

"is this any good?"

"is this any good- it's peak. you better like it."

she laid next to him, starting to read.

the two read for literal hours, [name] groaning when she had to go back to his cubby and grab the next volume.

in all. katsuki blazed through the manga she brought, finishing all but two volumes of maid sama before he'd need to go back to her collection.

[name] read four volumes of nana, the exhaustion from her mission and being on a train setting in.

katsuki noticed her slowing down. she was flipping through pages slower, her head fighting to stay up on the uninjured arm holding it up.

eventually, she fell asleep again.

katsuki, who didn't have the heart, or will, to kick his crush out his bed, laid a respectable distance away from her.

what he didn't expect though, was for her to cling to the closest thing to her, which was him.

with her at his side, her arms slung around his body with surprising strength, he accepted his fate and wrapped his arm around her as he used the other one to cover them with a blanket.

he was about to go to sleep, when he felt his phone start blowing up.

he was suddenly added to a group called..

'OPERATION [NAME] x BAKUGO'

he clicked on the notification.

9:36

flowered[name] was kicked out the group

redrioter109

no way bakubro actually responds dude

altspiderman

that's what i'm sayin

alienqueenslime

he won't respond but he can read

BAKUGO I SEE YOU

read 9:39

shit, he left read receipts on.

redrioter109

bro confess to [name] on sunday

she likes u so just do it

alienqueenslime

DO IT

YOU WONT

el3ctrifying

hes too chicken

he rlly wont

                                                      allmightsolos01

                                                                        fuck you

                                                                        yes i will

                                                                      delivered

he turned off his phone and muted the conversation.

he looked at [name] in his arms and felt his heart explode.

figuratively.

he closed his eyes and fell asleep, their soft, sleepy breaths a lullaby that lulled him into a calm, deep sleep.

he'd confess,

he'd make sure of it.

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[allmoshnobrain]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

dave mustaine x spoiled!reader | word count: 997

✦ summary: You always loved your boyfriend's beautiful hair, so he finally lets you braid it for the first time.

✦ on this fic: dave mustaine x reader, +18, romance, fluff, smut mentioned/implied, age gap (r is in their middle twenties, dave is around his 40s)

✦ a/n: This idea just popped randomly in my head and I just had to write about it. It's shorter than the fics I usually post here, but I intend to make this a series where you can read all of the fics together or read them as one shots as well, so prompts and suggestions for future parts are more than welcome! Hope you guys like it 🖤

You had always been crazy about your boyfriend's hair. Those long, silky, ginger locks of his were the first thing that caught your eye when you first met, and they'd been driving you wild ever since. No surprises how you loved playing with it in the morning, him hugging you with his face buried in your chest. Or how you loved giving his scalp a gentle rub while zoning out to TV together, his head chilling on your lap until he crashed (being a rockstar takes it out of you, right?). And, let's not forget about running your fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a slow, sweet kiss as he took his sweet time fucking you before bed. He would even let you wash it for him sometimes when you were both soaking in the tub, you sitting on his lap with your legs around his waist — and yeah, that also sometimes ended up with you two fucking, but who's complaining?

"Come on, babe? Just this once!" you pleaded, cozied up in your boyfriend's lap, perched on one of his legs. His sturdy hand gripped your waist, keeping you grounded. He arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, and you threw in a pout for good measure. "I swear you'll look so damn good. Pretty please?"

You'd been on a mission to get Dave to let you braid his hair for the past couple of days. Ever since you both watched a movie about Vikings, you got hooked on those rugged, long-haired warriors and couldn't shake the idea of trying one of their styles on him. You even hit up the bookstore for a couple of hair styling mags to up your game, but Dave wasn't exactly jumping on the excitement train.

"Why don't you rock the braids on your own hair? It'd look pretty damn awesome," he suggested, genuine affection lacing his words, even though you could tell he was just trying to throw you off your mission.

"Not the same thing! My hair's not as cool as yours," you pouted, giving him those puppy eyes. "Plus, I'm curious how you'd rock it. Pretty, pretty please?"

Dave chuckled, catching your chin in his hand and planting a sweet kiss on your lips. In his eyes, you were downright adorable, even if you got a bit bratty when things didn't go your way. He figured he was to blame for spoiling you rotten. He looked into your eyes, seeing frustration and maybe a hint of tears welling up, and sighed. He knew he needed to have that chat with you again – the one about how you couldn’t always get everything you wanted from him. Yet, he also knew you'd forget about it sooner than later. Well, that could wait for another time. He didn't mind bending over backward to make you happy. It was what made him happiest, giving you whatever you wanted, however you wanted it, as far as he could swing it.

"Alright, dove. I'll give it a shot, but just this once. Deal?" he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, and you lit up like a Christmas tree. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes, then leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, "But you owe me a reward later, with that pretty mouth of yours."

"Okay, okay, thank you!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck and almost toppling over from his lap. You knew exactly what he meant by a reward, but you didn’t care — you, too, actually loved giving him whatever he wanted, however he wanted it.

You dashed off to your room, grabbing the magazines, combs, and hair products in a hurry. Dave patiently waited on the couch, and his eyes softened with the most tender smile when you returned, hands full of your tools and the biggest, happiest grin on your face.

You dumped the stuff on the couch, standing in front of him, humming with joy as you grabbed a strand of his hair, doing your best to follow the instructions in the magazine you'd left open on the seat. Dave rested his hands on your hips, his thumbs making soothing circles on your soft skin while a small smile played on his lips.

Braiding his hair turned out to be a breeze; it was really soft, and you had a blast doing it. You went for a simple braid, starting from above his left ear and trailing a bit towards the back of his head before cascading down to the ends of his hair.

"So? How's the new look?" he asked, a playful twinkle in his eyes. Excitedly, you snatched your small, round pink face mirror and handed it over. He studied himself, raising an eyebrow. You held your breath, waiting for his verdict. Was he into it? Did he think it suited him?

"Does it look that awful?" you inquired, a small, nervous chuckle slipping out when he stayed silent for a good minute. He lifted his eyes to you, a surprised expression on his face.

"Oh, no, babe, it looks awesome!" he reassured you, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Really?"

"Absolutely. It's killer!" He checked himself out in the mirror again. "I look cooler than I thought, actually. Wanna do this again for my next gig?"

"Are you for real?" you giggled. He nodded, pulling you into a hug.

"Totally. I reckon I'd look pretty damn cool, don't you think?"

"Oh, you'd look so, so handsome!" you exclaimed, planting a kiss on his lips while genuine laughter bubbled up. "Thank you, babe, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, my sweetest," he whispered, giving your mouth another peck before moving to your cheek and then to your neck. You sighed happily, feeling your skin warm when his smile brushed against it. He kissed you once more, drawing you even closer in his embrace before whispering, "Now… How about that reward we talked about?"

[riddles-n-games]

TIG Drabble #3-Nash and Zara

"Come on, girl." He clicked twice at Chili but the mare stopped again, her ears twitching from side to side. Chalking it up to nervousness, he patted the side of her neck. "There's nothin' out here you ain't seen before." But she wasn't budging.

Sighing, Nash put a hand in his pocket to grab a treat and he smirked when her ears pinned back in alert as soon as she heard the shuffling. Sly girl. When he got it out, he handed the apple slice to her and she watched him, her eye wide in delight before eagerly snagging the snack from him. She walked forward soon after. Nash shook his head in amusement. "You are a little bugger sometimes."

But just as they'd gotten around the first bend in the trail, his mare slowed and only then did he notice the sound of an extra set of hoofbeats. He turned and signaled Chili to stop. The horse and rider coming toward him were instantly recognizable, Quicksilver and his Aunt Zara. He couldn't remember the last time she joined him on a trail ride.

"Aunt Z." He tipped his hat.

"Nash," she acknowledged with a nod.

"Fine morning for a trail ride."

"Yes."

"I've been planning to take Chili out on a newer trail for a change of scenery. Would you mind?"

"No, I've been needing some myself." He nodded and took the lead. His aunt remained quiet and a few meters behind. She was grieving; she might never admit it but the old man's death shook her up in a way he hadn't seen in a very long time. Since maybe his grandmother's death. He'd come back only a few days ago to find everyone in disarray, some more than others. Zara, he hadn't seen since his first night back and but for a brief moment by his grandfather's deathbed.

But, despite the tragic circumstances that brought them together, Nash smiled nostalgically. He missed the times when she took him on rides in the Black Wood as a young boy. It'd been some of his favorite memories with her; they became rarer as he grew. Now, they happened once in a blue moon and he clung to each one. But he knew not to ask for more; he always knew to take what he was offered.

He knew that after the ride neither of them would bring it up in the future, their version of the tree house pact. Only they would know and as for their horses? Well, his aunt did once tell him that their eyes held many secrets and one could wonder what they were but a horse would never confirm or deny. They were secret keepers by nature. You could utter all your darkest secrets and they'd take them to the grave.

And didn't that sound just like someone else he knew? The great Tobias Hawthorne had many of them and he did just that, not even uttering a word that he'd been sick until he was gone. Let him keep his secrets. They didn't matter anymore; Nash had other problems. He had to hold his family together by a flimsy thread. And it wasn't just his brothers. He looked behind, stealing another look at his tightlipped aunt. Her eyes were red-rimmed, there were dark circles underneath, a crease above her furrowed brows, and her face which seemed posed in a permanent frown was ghostly pale. She probably hadn't slept in the last three days.

But that was okay too. He would take care of her the way she did him once. Someone had to be the strong one. What was one more time doing the same thing he'd done his whole life? It was his role anyway. I'll pick up the pieces like I always have. You at least trained me well to do that.

His life was measured in aftermaths but he never dwelled on them much. He moved on.

Never forget the broken things, the ones you leave behind. Clean up the shards, because when you don't... People get hurt.

The old man's voice rang in his head. Nash trotted on.

[akutasoda]

Hi there! Can I please request separately Nikolai, Fyodor and Sigma x reader (preferably male but gn is fine too!) with the ability to disarm them with ease (and with no fear). Like, the character could be mad or worried about something and our tall boi reader can literally pick them up to shut them up. meanwhile, the characters can't talk. They're in disbelief and shock about the sheer audacity (and reader being strong as hell despite his lack of visible muscle). After a few seconds, reader will ask something along the lines of, 'Cool, are you okay now?' and when the character nods, he just puts them down and gestures for them to continue talking. This is a weird request, I know, I got inspiration from all those aggressive cats who suddenly stop being aggressive and just become confused once picked up XD.

unusual calming down

synopsis - how are they when their lover takes a different approach to calming them down

includes - fyodor, nikolai, sigma

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack/angst, wc - 793

a/n: Hi! i wrote gn as i only write gender neutral and female

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪you knew full well that your lover was a powerful man, physically maybe not but he was dangerous to say the least.

↪he was also rather unpredictable. but if there was anything you could say for sure about him was that he would never hurt you. maybe unintentionally or if he deemed you useless but you never dwelled on those thoughts to much.

↪so you had no hints of hesitation when you would force him to take care of himself. that wasn't something he was great at doing.

↪fyodor would often spend hours upon hours sat at the very same chair staring at the same screens. very rarely however, he would get extremely annoyed and you would be on the recieving end of that anger sometimes.

↪sometimes thing's wouldn't go to plan or he got mad at his 'insignificant' subordinates and his mood would sour. so when you decided to go talk to him about taking a break for a while, unknowing of his attitude, he couldn't help but lash out at you.

↪and reasonably, you didn't take that. two problems could be solved in the same action - you didn't hesitate to immediately close the gap between you and him before picking him up.

↪you had little fear of his ability, he wouldn't use it on you and he was too confused at the moment to do so. for the first time in ages, fyodor was too stunned to speak. how dare you just pick him up like this.

↪and even when you sat him back down, he was in shock. but in his disbelief he became more preferable to talk to and more willing to finally take a break and rest with you - probably because he knew you would just pick him up again of he disagreed.

↪he hated the fact that you could do that too him. but if it was anyone else they'd be dead on the spot.

nikolai gogol ★↷

↪you knew your lover was always one for jokes and such - it'd be weird not to know. but if you really stopped to think about it, you'd never seen him truly angry or even worked up about something.

↪sure you'd seem him get annoyed and could tell when he wasn't doing great as he would always become less eccentric and his face would visibly drop - but you'd never seen him mad.

↪so when he showed up abruptly in front of you in your residence you actually couldn't assume something was up. it was only when he slumped onto your couch that you realised something had happened.

↪ you'd asked him about what he'd been up to and before you knew it, nikolai was spewing out every little detail of his day and getting rather mad.

↪of course, you hadn't seen him this mad before so you had no clue what to do. and so in an abrupt train of thought as he seemed to get more agitated, you picked him up.

↪so abruptly that iy caus nikolai to drop any thought that threatened to spill put of his mouth next. all he could was stare in disbelief at you.

↪but even after he calmed and you put him down, you could tell from taht mischievous glint in his eyes that thos wouldn't be the only time.

sigma ★↷

↪your lover was, for the most part, very calm and often collected. he never really showed anything else to anyone but you.

↪and it would only be natural that he trusted you the most, trusted you to the point to where you could witness the stress taking over his calm composure.

↪it wasn't a surprise that he could become so stressed, he ran an entire casino afterall. for the most part, you always tried your best to help him calm down and express his worries properly.

↪but it seemed today was more stressful than usual. sigma was pacing around his office spewing out any thought or concern he had and he was visibly getting more and more stressed.

↪while you were listening, you would be a fool to be think that your normal methods of helping him would work. and so you came up with a new idea.

↪he only looked at you confused as you walked up to him. but he quickly became rather shocked when you abruptly picked him up like he was nothing.

↪that shock and disbelief soon melted into embarrassment which rendered him utterly speechless. so even after a short while when you asked if he calmed down, all he could do was nod.

↪and he looked slightly confused when you simply asked him to continue but calmer. he thinks he'd die of you ever did that to him again.

[mrs-kodzuken]

Two lovers and a stuffie ♡

Pairing: Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader x Tōru Oikawa

WC: 2.4k

Genre: fluff with hints of sadness

CW: fem!reader, age regressor!reader, caregiver!haijme, caregiver!tōru, poly relationship, age regression coping mechanism, mentions of period blood/pads, when reader is regressed they use the caregiver name of “daddy” referring to iwa & kawa, strictly and completely unsexual!! stuffed animal and pacifier used for comfort by reader, switches from 1st pov to 3rd omniscient then back to 1st for plot

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"Are you ready? You can sit with me if you'd like."

Kiyoko had offered me to sit beside her on the bus. We had been invited to a week-long training camp by the Shinzen. Even Aoba Johsai would be there too.

"Sure, thanks Kiyoko." I smiled, climbing to one of the front seats with her.

I snagged the window seat, wanting to watch the stars. Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep on the way here, I stayed up. The fear of someone crashing the bus keeping me up.

Getting into my bag, I squeezed my stuffy's arm to calm myself. Usually, I'd have time to regress, but since we're going to be somewhere else, it would be almost impossible.

Even if both of my caregivers were going to be there. I still didn't want to risk it and get made fun of.

It was exceptionally hard to have both of my significant others in a different school too. I knew they'd be working hard and practicing, and it was about thirty minutes from my house to theirs.

The entire night, I watched Coach Ukai and our adviser, Takeda, switch between driving.

Somehow, during the night, my stomach started to churn, giving me a sick feeling. I didn't bother telling anyone because it would only cause trouble.

I never get sick during car rides, so I thought that must be it. I was just car sick.

Thinking by the time morning came about, it'd be gone. Just to my luck, it got worse.

It was like pins and needles had been continuously poking and prodding my abdomen.

I had to constantly keep my face a poker face and refrain from holding my stomach. I didn't want to cause any suspicion or worry.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay? You seem quieter than usual." I heard Kiyoko ask beside me while I was walking, going to put our stuff down in the managerial room.

All the managers from each team had an entire room to ourselves since all of us were girls.

"Y-Yes. I'm fine." I gave her a painful smile, trying to tell her I was alright.

I heard a bus across the lot pull to a stop, and it turned out to be Seijoh.

"Move your ass, Shittykawa." I heard my lover's voice, which soothed me. I practically relaxed while standing because of it.

"So mean, Iwa-chan."

Turning towards the voices, I watched them both, lovingly. But I refused to go over there, despite how much I wanted to; if I did, I'd melt into their arms.

Taking a deep breath in, hoping it would soothe my stomach. No such luck.

I quickly moved along with Kiyoko and Yachi, not wanting to be left behind when they started walking.

As the day drawn on, the pains in my stomach were getting so harsh. I even developed a headache that was pounding in my skull.

It was like the world was out to get me or something.

To make matters worse, I could hardly do my job as a manager due to switching between my headspaces. It felt like my mind was breaking in half.

I had managed to stay away from the two boys, but I was noticed by almost everyone else.

My head was loopy, making my footing weird as I walked to dinner.

"Are you sure you're okay? You haven't eaten anything today, and you're not eating dinner." I heard Sugawara say to me from across the table.

It was true; I had been pushing my food around, playing with it. I couldn't even eat because of the pain.

"I'm fine; I just am tired. I'm going to go take a shower, then go to bed." I reassured them, pushing my chair back, with a forced small smile.

I didn't care if my team's eyes were watching my every move, but I locked eyes with Oikawa and Iwaizumi on my way out.

As I turned the corner, tears brimmed my eyes just a bit. I wanted nothing more than to run into their arms and have them take care of everything. To take care of me.

I grabbed my futon in the manager's room and got it ready, but decided to lay down for a few minutes. An uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.

But when my head finally laid down, I was out like a light.

My eyes shot open, and I could feel bile rising in my throat. Immediately covering my mouth, I got up and rushed to find a bathroom.

There wasn't one in the room, but I did find one down the hall. I quickly slumped to my knees and let it all out within the, thankfully, clean porcelain toilet.

Tears welled in my eyes, wanting nothing more than the comfort of my daddies. I sobbed into the toilet, my body feeling hot and the salty tears trailing down my cheeks. My sorrow filled sobs echoed in the empty bathroom.

My stomach wasn't any better; it seemed to have gotten even worse. It was to the point where I couldn't even move if I wanted to.

I lay there sobbing, heavily deep in little space, sick. Another round of bile came about, which I released once again.

My left arm was hugging my stomach as my right one gave me support to lean on. I could feel my nose becoming stuffy, which only made me cry harder.

"D-Daddy." I hiccupped and whined, wanting them to take care of everything.

Whimpers escaped my mouth as I heard the door open. I was wishing for my daddies but was met with Kiyoko.

My eyes widened, "Please don't laugh at me! I just want my daddies!" I sobbed louder, afraid my secret would be out, snot running from my nose.

Kiyoko crouched down to my sickened state and started to soothingly rub my shoulders.

"I won't laugh, I promise. Can you tell me who your daddies are?"

"Tōru and H-Haijme." I squeezed my eyes shut as another wave of pain came from my stomach.

"Will you be alright while I go get them?" Kiyoko asked, still rubbing my shoulders.

I slowly nodded, taking a sharp intake of air.

Kiyoko had fast-walked to Aoba Johsai's room. She didn't want to leave (Y/n) in there by herself, especially in this condition.

She quietly opened the door, not trying to wake anyone. Kiyoko had walked inside, but to her dismay, she found two futons empty.

Huffing a bit, she turned around, exiting their room.

When she left, she accidentally bumped into the two people she had needed to find.

"Karasuno's manager? What are you doing up?" Oikawa had asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"I think I have your little girl in the bathroom. She's asking for you two and seems quite sick."

The entire reason Iwaizumi and Oikawa were up anyway was to find the manager's room. They wanted to check up on their little girl, who had been avoiding them all day.

When those words left Kiyoko's mouth, they rushed to follow her into a bathroom.

I looked up from my slouching spot on the tiled bathroom floor after hearing the door slam open.

My half-lidded eyes recognized the two beings. "Daddy!" I cried, wanting to be in their embrace and take care of me.

A frantic look came upon both of their faces as they crouched down to where I was.

"Sweetie, what happened?"

"Baby, are you bleeding?"

They both asked simultaneously, and I looked down at the shorts I had been wearing during the day.

The gray shorts were leaking red liquid, causing a mess on me and the floor.

My eyes widened as I looked up, my eyes tearful. I began to apologize, sobbing louder unable to control my emotions in this state.

Haijme engulfed me in his strong arms, cuddling me softly. I leaned on his chest, relaxing.

I heard Tōru ask Kiyoko for any lady products I could use. While he was away, Iwaizumi picked me up in bridal style and he got a bubble bath ready.

He cleaned me up an brushed my teeth, too. All the while, I became sleepier as he whispered sweet nothingness into my ear.

Oikawa came back with a large shirt, his boxers, and some pads.

"Here, baby," Haijme gave me a glass of water and a couple of pills.

I easily swallowed them, trying to keep my eyes open and refrain from yawning.

Tōru picked me up while Iwaizumi had gone somewhere else.

I cuddled against Oikawa's chest while he carried me to his team's room.

Setting me down softly on a futon—well, two futons pushed together. He covered me up with the blankets.

Hajime came back with my (f/c) pacifier and stuffie.

He gently set the paci in my mouth while I brought (stuffies/name) closer to me.

Both of them wrapped their arms around me. They cradled me all night, knowing that there was a possibility of us getting into trouble in the morning.

Oikawa had started running his hands through my hair, while Iwaizumi gently massaged my stomach. That was all I needed to go to sleep peacefully this time.

When morning finally rolled around, most of the team was up. Well except for Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and (Y/n), who were still sleeping.

That morning, the guys had taken many pictures of the three of them. They laughed in adoration silently, not daring to wake them up.

But as always, there wouldn't be a day that went by when they wouldn't dare let their captain and vice captain get into trouble.

So they made up excuses till Oikawa and Iwaizumi awoke. The both of them staring at your beautiful sleeping form.

They kissed your forehead and cheek then wrote a small note on each side of you.

Once they were ready, they announced that you were sick and needed to be kept in bed all day.

Then everyone got confused as to why they, out of all people, would announce that.

"What did you do to our precious manager?" said by none other than Noya and Tanaka.

"She's our girlfriend," Iwaizumi answered, unbothered.

It seems as if Tanaka and Noya had frozen their raging attack.

"Whose?"

"Both of ours." Oikawa answered with a pointed look.

It seemed as if they both decided to reflect on their life choices after hearing that answer.

Waking up peacefully this time made me feel so much better. Cuddling my stuffie, I stretched my legs out. Realizing that me being on my period wasn't a dream, I shot out of the futon.

I was scared that I had leaked while I slept.

Luckily, I didn't, but I did need to change pads. After doing my business and washing my hands thoroughly, I laid back down.

I wasn't going to get up if I didn't need to. Looking to the left, I saw a small piece of paper lying there.

How the hell did I not see that when I checked the futon?

Picking it up, it was a sweet good morning note. It was from Haijme and also stated that Oikawa's was on the other side of me.

After I had read them, I put them in a spot where I wouldn't crush them.

I had been trying to fall back to sleep countless times, but when my cramps decided to come back, that's when I got up.

I went searching through Tōru's bag for some sweatpants because I'm not walking out of this room in just his boxers.

After sliding those bad boys on my lower half, I grabbed the notes, shoving them in my pocket and put the futons away.

I had no idea what time it was since my phone was back in the manager's room. So I decided to see what we'd be eating next to tell the time.

Walking into the kitchen, I was met with the smell of soup and, to be honest, it did smell quite good.

"Miss (L/n), you're up. The staff heard you were sick, so we whipped you up a soup. Feel better soon!" The lady handed me a fresh bowl of soup, and I thanked her while moving towards the dinner table to eat.

By the time I was done, I could hear some people coming in for lunch. I guess I had mine a bit early.

Anyways, I started shuffling back to the Aoba Johsai room; I had forgotten my stuffie and paci.

Picking them up I hid the pacifier in the sweat pants pocket so no one would see it.

When I shut the door, I turned around to head towards the room I should have slept in. My hair is probably a mess right now, and I should fix it.

I was stopped in my walk when I heard someone call out my name.

Turning around, I was ruthlessly jumped on by Tōru, I could tell by his intoxicating scent I loved. He tackled me to the floor, and we obviously fell.

"Ow, Tōru! Get off!" I shouted, trying to move his body.

"But you love me!" He leaned into my body more—that is, until we heard stomping coming from the hall.

I looked up to see Iwaizumi and smirked, because Oikawa was about to get his ass kicked.

"Oi! Get your heavy ass off of her, Trashykawa!" He ripped Tōru's body from mine, relieving me and slapping him.

"Thank you." I was gently pulled up from the floor, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's not fair! I want one!" Tōru pouted at me, his arms crossed.

I rolled my eyes at his playful behavior but still moved to give him a kiss on the cheek.

At the last second, the sly fucker moved his head so I'd kiss his lips. Which I should have expected from Oikawa.

"Amazing, why didn't I think of that?" Hajime sarcastically said, taking my waist and kissing me.

Just as Tōru was about to make another move, I quickly stopped him.

"No, I'm going to my room and I feel much better now. Thank you." I said that and turned to finally going down the hall.

I heard them talking about how I don't have to say thank you since they are the caregivers. I couldn't help myself, though.

When I got better, everything seemed to return to normal. I even apologized to Kiyoko because I had disrupted her sleep.

She said it was fine because she had always been a light sleeper. I just couldn't thank her and my boys enough.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

[glacierclear]

Okay, so I need a whole fucking rant about Leon's trauma from you, just straight up ted-talk, please, I'm begging you, just any though about this topic that's rattling in your brain

oh good lord, anon. im taking deep breathes but why would you ask me this why would y-

im putting this under a cut because other wise it'd be annoying

need everyone to keep in mind that im still in the baby beginning stages of my resident evil obsession so finer details pertaining to lore and stuff i will not be aware of !!!!! a lot of this is probably headcannoning anyways...

leon's entire character makes me so sad but so stupidly passionate. this young, bright-eyed boy who just wanted to help people. being forced into an unending nightmare. the actor in re2r did such a good job portraying his earnest flavor of justice.

the fact that you can tell he thoroughly believes everything is his fault and even if you told him none of it was his fault he would probably just cry and pretend to accept what you're saying but none of it would reach his heart. and he's not even half-assing anything. he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't do everything in his power to save people, to do his job, and even then, he can't forgive himself when he does...

that scene in re2r where he first meets marvin and is like "there was another cop...i tried to save him...i tried..." and you can see his lips quiver and he has to bite them to keep himself from collapsing in on himself. it KILLS ME.

and even after that nightmare he was forced into being DSO's little attack dog for the rest of his life. he probably thinks that's what he deserves. he doesn't deserve to have a proper chance at life anymore after screwing up raccoon city so bad. and he probably doesn't have anyone he can really confide in...not truly.

any relationship he manages to have outside of work is probably so loveless. i feel like he is undeniably attracted to partners who don't value him. it validates the part of him that thinks he's the reason all those people died.

maybe he intentionally lets himself get hurt on missions. he drinks until he can't stay awake, until he barfs it all up and then he drinks some more. because otherwise his brain won't stop reliving the past. he probably knows he's sexy. that he's objectively handsome. but he's utterly convinced that if anyone knew him. like actually knew him. they'd be horrified and run away. and he knows he doesn't deserve a good life partner. not really. not truly. he wouldn't be able to make them happy.......

that being said he probably loves animals so much. especially dogs. unconditional love that he can very clearly see, reciprocate, and receive. it's uncomplicated.

it's rare he gets through the night without waking up. either by nightmares or panic attacks or some form of "i feel like im gonna be killed" . he probably trains for hours and hours a week. he has to get better he has to BE better. he has to do it for the people who live and who died. he carries all that on his shoulders. and considering how many times he's been infected with bullshit viruses and parasites over the years he's probably convinced he's JUST LIKE the monsters he kills and that maybe, at any moment, he could hurt those in his life.

and to top it all off. for everything he has to go through and everything he has to fight and everything he has to kill for. he has to do all of that with fucking hair in his eyes because he refuses to get a different haircut.

[blood-grove]

scar trails

now -> next life (wip)

-> tws; injuries , gore , sickness , death , vomiting (basically everything you think to expect in a zombi apocalypse)

-> older brother!kyle & black child!reader

-> a/n: okay so right this has been in my head for days now..so hear you go! also boom the reader is black bc why tf wouldnt they be (ive been dying to write abt a black!reader for so long as a black person)

-> n/n - nickname

y/n - your name ofc

"n/n c'mon" I huffed as I dragged them away from the bugs they were fawning over ignoring there complaints as we kept walking.

We needed to keep heading toward the countryside but ever since Y/N got sick I've had to make us take detours for medicine, extra food, non-expired cough medicine to try and give them some relief, and looking extra for warm sleeping spots that weren't a walker nest.

It was just a cold I knew it was, I tried my best to keep them from worrying about turning.

They'd be okay once we reached Grandpa's.

I had been avoiding eating for a while I know it's dumb but they needed the food the more they ate the quicker they'd recover.

I wish I paid attention to Moms cooking more she always knew the best food to eat while sick, I had snatched a cookbook from a while back but it'd be no use with what we have.

Y/N had been a trooper throughout this all I honestly didn't know what to say we've been out here two months now and they've been going on strong.

I know they terrified though so am I but we have to keep moving.

"Are we there yet?"

"Y/n please don't start!—"

"I was quiet for five minutes like you said!"

I could just feel that cheeky grin on your face as we walked along the railroad not like any trains would be coming threw anytime soon.

It's been fifteen minutes of 'are we there yet' and I've considered turning into a walker.

We finally reached the next town that I figured out on the map, It was empty like the rest but on the next step closer to the country I saw a medicine store and grocery store and headed for them Y/n in tow.

"Do you think they have candy?! Can we get some please?"

Y/n whined as we entered the grocery store luckily still remembering to keep there voice down as I huffed.

"Look if the candy looks..alright we can get one box okay? But we need the space for food.." I whispered as I scanned the small shop's isles zoning in on packaged and canned food.

Dropping our rather light bag to the side to fill up checking the dates as I either tossed them in or tossed them aside.

Y/n went to the small section of the candy isle before coming back with a box for me to examine.

"Look it's those chewy ones mom gets!"

"Mm.. They look fine throw them in your bag.. I think we've got enough for the week now.."

I frowned slightly as I zipped up the bag hoisting it back on me it was certainly heavier but it'd be worth it.

Y/n carried their own bag but it was just medicine and there plushie I insisted I could carry them both but they wouldn't budge or let go.

I wish I was more vigilant we had moved on to the pharmacy Y/n was deciding which flavor medicine they wanted which honestly since it was warm liquid cough medicine it wouldn't taste good regardless.

Then the door opened again.

Now we both hid behind the cashier counter I gripped the handgun our parents gave me like our lives depended on it which it did.

Y/n huddled close to me keeping quiet despite their trembling.

I've never shot really anyone with the gun walkers or people.

People were iffy during these times.

We just avoided them even if it meant on missing out on shelter or food were not idiots.

The person stepped behind the counter and we pushed ourselves further under the counter basically squeezing each other to be smaller in the cramped space.

"I know you there no point n' hiding just come out and show yourself."

He sounded older his voice rough from either age or cigs nearly as familiar as Grandpa he'd just used to go on about not wasting your lungs on the things in that gravelly voice of his.

But this wasn't Grandpa of course.

A quick look at Y/n who was on the verge of sobbing.

I flicked the handguns safety off as I stepped out aiming it at the much larger man now that I had a better look at him.

He had backed up a bit when he caught sight of the handgun despite the obvious lack of experience I was probably showing.

Sweaty palms and trembling hands.

He looked older of course not so old that I could just rush him and hope one of his aging body parts acted up, He was clearly a bit more prepared than us his gear looked professional.

Military.

Not like the two school book bags that used to hold both of our homework that were slowly getting holes in them now carrying the only possessions you both had left in the world besides each other.

"Look mate- I don't mean you any—"

"Shut up."

My voice cracked as I inwardly cringed at the attempt to sound tough gripping the gun tighter.

"..I don't mean any harm okay?.."

The man shifted as he looked at me or mainly my gun I guess mentally deciding if I was bluffing with blanks or actually knew how to shoot.

Y/n was still huddled under the counter hidden.

"..Were your parents at? Seem a bit too young to be out here on your own."

I just glared further.

"..Go away."

"Kid..I-"

"Leave or I'll fuckin' s-shoot you-"

My hands trembled as I straighten his posture.

He just nodded as he left hands still up in the air in an unconvincing attempt to fool me that he wasn't a threat.

As soon as he left and didn't try to sneak back into the store I grabbed our bags hastily sacrificing some food so we wouldn't be slowed down making sure to snatch some medicine reminded by Y/n's coughing and now sobbing fit.

Picking them up despite them not being that smaller than me as we both left the area with haste.

We have to reach the countryside.

I want to go back to getting in extra sleep for summer break and staying up late at night with Y/n, Mom, And Dad watching shitty horror film and eating ice cream.

But now the summer heat was unbearable at time the too cool nights just made me worry for Y/n's cold.

I just want to go home and be a kid.

Why do I already feel so old?.

a/n: yeahh yup didnt plan this one out..

[indigosabyss]

DCST X Naruto: Kakashi Owed R&D A Favor

That was essentially how it started. He had needed some info on chakra manipulation training techniques that the library decided he didn't need.

So instead he asked some ninja in R&D to slip him the intelligence. Which they were allowed to do only by their discretion.

Which was more than a decade ago at this point, and with no favor called in, Kakashi was hoping they'd forgotten.

But of course Research-nin remembered. They lived longer than shinobi who were on field duty.

"So these supposed 'Thousand Jutsu' you know. There any merit to them?" Inabi, the first research-nin to approach him asked.

"I wouldn't say a thousand, but the number's up there." He agreed loftily.

"There's a new graduate from the Academy who could use your insight." She explained, "Hokage-sama is looking for a mentor for him, to refine his specific skillset. I think it'd be most productive to have you do it."

"What's this skill?" Kakashi asked uninterestedly. He'd just sent another batch of genin back to the Academy, too.

"He can build machines that recreate jutsus." She informed him, grinning, "Cool, yeah?"

Cool, maybe. But he'd still die in a field situation unless he knew how to work together with others.

---

In the end it was that favor and some mild curiosity which got him to show up at the Academy the next Monday to collect a base report on the kid and his strengths.

Shiraishi Gaku, with a pencilled in addition of Senku at the end, was ten. A little earlier than average these days.

He also had no taijutsu or ninjutsu score. Or genjutsu. No zeroes or anything. They just... weren't there.

The hell?

"Oh yeah, Senku-kun doesn't have properly developed chakra coils. So he couldn't be tested for ninjutsu and genjutsu." One of the Academy teachers explained, having noticed his baffled shuffling of the papers, "And he hated taijutsu so much he built an electronic Puppet to get out of it."

"And you let him skip taijutsu????" Kakashi asked. He was the furthest thing from a teacher, but even that didn't sound right. And why was he allowed to graduate at all if he categorically could not do any ninja art?

And then the last bit caught up to him, "He made a Puppet out of... electricity? But you just said he had no chakra coils."

"Not like made out of electricity." The teacher corrected wearily, "The electricity powers a metal exoskeleton or something I didn't quite understand his explanation."

Right. Because he could make machines that mimic jutsu. And he could do it so well that it was going to lead to his death in the near future.

The teacher's face lit up as he looked at something behind Kakashi, "Oh, you can ask him yourself!"

Senku was wandering up, looking exactly as he did in the photo on the report, except somehow even more unimpressed.

They both looked at each other for a moment, and Kakashi immediately knew this was going to be a headache.

---

If Kakashi didn't know better he would be convinced that the Hokage wanted Senku dead.

There was no other explanation as to why you would let a kid this unathletic ever become a ninja.

"We've been making this walk for weeks now! How are you still on the brink of death every time we complete it?"

"Shut up." Senku wheezed from the ground, "It's really far away, okay?"

"Barely three kilometers."

"And that's really fucking far!" Senku whined, "I don't need to walk this much. The research grounds to test new jutsu are nearer to the Village. Not like I'll ever be seeing actual action."

And again with that familiar refrain.

It had been nearly two months since Kakashi had first been assigned him, and Senku made sure to bring that up at least once every day.

And sure, maybe that was true, but Kakashi could not in good conscience allow a child to die because he was so insistent that he didn't need crucial training.

Everyone else catered to his idiosyncrasies because admittedly, yes, the kid was just that good, but he knew first-hand that geniuses didn't know what was good for them.

Something needed to be done.

"Senku." He decided, once the time came for them to go their separate ways for the day.

Senku looked at him curiously, arms piled up with the guts of a machine Kakashi didn't quite understand, "Yeah?"

With great solemnity, he ran through the signs and fired up Chidori.

"See this?" He lectured, over the bird-luke shrieking of the jutsu, "Your machines are good, but they're not as good as the techniques built by ninja all over the world."

He rammed it into the closest tree, and the bark came apart like tissue paper, the hole piercing all the way to the other side.

"What if that's you someday?" He demanded, "How will you counter it? How will you even hope to match it?"

He was being uncharacteristically serious, but he had to make sure something stuck. Clearly no one else was going to deny this stupid kid anything, so it was up to Kakashi to make him see sense.

For a long moment, Senku stayed quiet. Then he nodded, "You make a good point." And he walked away.

If this didn't work, Kakashi would have to sic Gai on him next.

---

Two weeks later, Senku randomly said, "Hey you remember that Lightning Fist technique you showed me."

"Chidori." Kakashi corrected on impulse.

"Yeah, that." Senku brushed off, holding up a kunai-shaped object. Except where the blade should be was a shallow funnel of some kind. And the handle clearly had a dial and a switch built into it.

Senku held it up to a tree, right next to the one he had felled with Chidori, and pressed a button.

Pulling it away slightly, Kakashi saw a rod of red light poking out from the center of the funnel, pointed directly into the bark.

Within seconds, the other end of the light came searing out from the other side of the tree.

One click of a button, and the light disappeared.

"Matched it." Senku told him levelly. His voice was serious. At least some part of the warning had been internalized.

Just not the part he wanted.

"Gai will be overseeing your taijutsu training from now on."

"What?!"

[princess-of-the-corner]

…k, I WASN’T thinking of Hawks being her dad, but now I AM. Not sure how that works exactly - I don’t imagine Hawks would leave his kid if he knew about her - & we are NOT killing him, soooo…honestly, I’m not sure how to feel about Hawks being her bio-dad? Like, I feel like that might be something they figure out fairly early.

Okay now I'm thinking on it more.

This is gonna get a little fucked up so

The whole deal that Hawks made with the Commission when he was a fucking child is just.

"So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy That defines you as company property? That waivers your say in autonomy?"

So yeah they just. Collected some DNA samples at some point. Then when the main plot of bnha kicks in Hawks just. Stops taking orders from them. They try to get him under control, but the whole of society has shifted in ways that they can't force him to continue being their puppet without everything they've done getting put on blast, they look into other options.

And while there's plenty of hopefuls, none are quite as good. And tbh since most of the Heroes know what happened to Nagant and Hawks, they're protective of anyone the Commission scouts so while there's still Heroes getting made, they're not getting their 'special little soldier' out of any of them.

So whoever is in charge of this project decides to just make a child from scratch. And since they can guarantee a good Quirk with Hawks' DNA being added in.... then instead of choosing some random woman they go with one of them hoping that the bio-connection between the child and her handler would result in said child being much more obedient (after all, one of the reasons Hawks was so obedient was them having his mom in custody and knowing that defiance would result in hurting her).

This is also like. Their fuck you to all of the Heroes. Because like. Between Hawks, Nagant, and the Todorokis, they..... kinda set the groundwork for the idea. So the Commission members would know and get a chuckle out of it. And god the devastation and guilt they'd feel if they ever /did/ find out.

And yeah the result is Nijiko. And baby goes through a LOT.

I'm not sure how she'd end up escaping? All I can imagine is one episode of Castle(The Good, The Bad, & The Baby) where someone involved grows a conscience and decides to get her out of there. They manage to make it away from whatever facility is holding her, but are fatally injured. The Heroes find them first but can't get any info from the corpse and Nijiko isn't really talking much.

The Commission is PISSED but can't really show their hand here because Nijiko was kept hidden there's no record of her so her mom can't be like 'oh thanks for finding my baby!' because while she can prove bio-relation there's no record of her existing and that'd raise red flags.

So they just. Have to wait it out and try to get their hands on her again and just put her through their 'training program' later.

And ofc Hawks has no idea about any of this. Like if prompted he might remember the Commission taking some DNA samples or something(but also given the Commission they might not have told him that's what they were doing). But even then the idea of someone using those samples to make a kid....

I think it'd be a while before anyone makes the connection on the bio stuff because like.

So Hawks is. He does not want kids. Given his own traumas, he can't see himself being any kind of good father. Even after he gets a bit of therapy, he still doesn't want to chance it. And considering my endgame ship is him and Toya, who is also in the 'I have a lot of trauma and feel that I should not be trusted as a father', they're not planning to have kids ever.

However if there was a bullshit situation like this where he found out he had a bio kid of some sort, he's not going to abandon said child and he'd try to be a good parent. Same with Toya tbh. And they would be good at it! Trauma makes them scared to try and they wouldn't be perfect but they're capable of figuring things out and asking for help!

Which is why I think it'll be a while before they figure it out since the kid is for the Shoji-Tokoyami family instead of those two. Have Fumikage and/or Mezo find the kid and take them in and then a few years down the line after everyone in the family has established in their heads that they're Nijiko's dads. Hawks is def like. An uncle though. Partly in a 'the extended family' way but also birds of a feather flock together and all that.

Not sure how they'd find out. Maybe something genetic pops up that makes them look into it? Maybe her mom tries something to get her back and ends up revealing the situation? Who knows.

At this point they would tell Hawks and yeah he'd be a bit messed up about the situation and feeling guilty for the fact a kid was made to go through what he did. (Everyone is quick to assure him that it's not his fault!!). He wouldn't try to be anything more than an uncle though because he knows Nijiko has actual good parents now and he's still a part of her life, so trying to adjust that isn't good.

They'd tell Nijiko when she's like. Old enough to comprehend the situation.

[thewriterghost]

Worth It

Pairing: Plantonic!Avengers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader (i mean, it's there but you might have to squint a little)

Summary: You were back from a tough mission and the team thought a movie night would be a good way to relax a bit.

Note: Thanks a lot for all the notes on my other fic! I was not expecting that at all. So thanks! Anyways, quick reminder that English is not my first language and I would appreciate any feedback. Enjoy!

*****

Mission was rough. You had to steal some information that's been stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D and destroy it. You were usually fine working alone, especially on missions like this, but this time... It was mentally exhausting. Everything that could've gone wrong, had gone wrong. At least you weren't injured, you thought, as you stepped out of the quinjet.

"Hey." One of your favorite red-heads was also returning from her solo mission.

"Hey, Nat." You replied with a tired smile. Her expression quickly shifted to worried.

"Tough one?"

"Yeah." You nodded. "Nothing I couldn't handle though." You added with a reassuring smile, not wanting to worry her more. You walked alongside each other towards the elevators.

"How was yours?" You asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle." She smiled. As you parted ways on your floor, she added after you. "Drop by my room if you need anything."

Being one of the newer Avengers had features like this. Others were pretty protective and caring when it came to you. You were surprised they even agreed to let you go on solo missions in the first place. Even though they've all trained you for every situation you might end up in, they were still worried. Thanks to 'someone' (this is a safe place, it's okay to say 'Steve'), you were even trained to use guns. You wouldn't even need guns, thanks to your magic but who cares?

Speak of the devil, you thought as you were walking past the kitchen. One of your favorite duos were having breakfast while clearly having one of their daily bickerings, with an almost-done looking Steve on the side.

"That's not how you make a star-shaped pancake." You could practically see Bucky's unimpressed gaze without even seeing it.

"How would you know?" Said a focused Sam, while still trying to shape the liquid-ish thing he put in the pan. "I think it'll turn out just fine."

"It looks like a cloud."

"No, it doesn't. Look at it."

"I am looking, and I'm telling you it looks like a cloud!"

You couldn't help but giggle at this exchange. You coughed lightly to let them know of your presence. If you hadn't, they would've continued for a long, long time as they've had before.

"Welcome back, doll." You sat next to him as Bucky greeted you, making your heart flutter in the process. Your little crush was undeniable from your perspective, you thought.

"How was your mission?" Sam asked while giving you your own plate of freshly made star-shaped pancakes. You could see Bucky was right in the first glance. These were, in fact, not so star-shaped. More like Mickey Mouse's head. If it had five ears instead of two. And the ears were all around it's cute little head.

When you didn't answer with a quick 'it was fine', they all knew something hadn't been as smooth as they'd hoped.

"Wanna talk about it?" Steve asked, with a worried tone to his voice.

You shook your head as if to say no, while reaching for the syrup to put on the pancakes. As you poured it and took a bite, you weren't aware of the silent communication the others had.

It took a while for you to finish your plate between laughing to Bucky and Sam's conversations and eating.

"So, are you in the mood for a movie tonight? We were thinking maybe we can do a movie night." Sam asked right before you got up from your place. Movie night could be a nice distraction, you thought.

"Yeah, why not?" You smiled. "Since Nat's back too, it'd be a whole crew thing, right?"

"Yeah, it's been a while since all of us were free, too." Steve added.

As the conversation quickly shifted to movie choices, you cleaned up your plate and turned around to make your way to your room. But not before dropping a little comment.

"They weren't really star-shaped, by the way."

You smirked while Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as the bickering from earlier flared up again with an "I told you so!" from Bucky. A laugh escaped from you lips as you walked to your room, you could still hear them arguing.

You quickly got in shower upon reaching your room. You weren't injured nor did you have blood on you, yet you felt like you needed some hot water to relax into. By the time you were done, there was a soft knock at your door. Then, a voice.

"Hey, it's me. Just wanted to let you know that we're all gathered and the snacks are ready." You recognized your other favorite red-head's voice in a heartbeat.

"Thanks, Wanda. I'll be there in a sec."

****

You met with everyone else in the living room a few minutes later. As you helped with handing out blankets and snacks, you could hear Tony say something along the lines of "What's the point of having a movie room if everyone keeps choosing the living room for its coziness?" which made you giggle.

"We can use it next time." You heard Steve say, before you sat down to one of the couches with your own blanket. As you waited everyone else to settle as well, the other end of your blanket moved upwards and a tired looking Bucky got under your blankets, sitting right next to you.

"Is it oka-" You nodded before he could finish. You wouldn't rather anyone else.

As the lights went off and movie started, Bucky whispered.

"How are you?"

"Better." You quickly replied, with a smile. He replied with a smile of his own, and wrapped an arm around you. Your eyes wandered around, checking everyone, and then Bucky. These people, people you now called family... Yes, it was one of the toughest jobs, being an Avenger. But that was the job that gave you this family. So, at the end of the day, it was fine. It was more than worth it, anyway.

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

ooh okay, i want to make a follow up note on this chunky lore post I made yesterday, since I thought of more ideas later (and reading the tags with consideration)

In the Gen 1 events, I think Jaide and Ethan were able to at least see ONE Gym Battle from both Blue and Red - the one held in Pewter City. Red and Blue had asked permission from Jaide's mother if she and Ethan can come along just to watch them as it's their first time partaking in a Gym Battle - though reluctant, the mother allows it and so they went off. The partial reason why she allowed it was because she trust these boys, and that it wouldn't hurt to see if her kids would get inspiration off of what they're doing (which, actually does to baby Ethan)

Going to the Viridian forest was a little daunting at first, but they managed to leave the forest with ease, being able to watch the battle against Brock go down. I like to imagine Blue went ahead, and this allowed Red to analyze the team and chat with Jaide, etc etc.

Without being too specific on the gym battle, they basically both win over Brock and got their first badges, earning cheers from Jaide and Ethan and a condescending look from Blue, saying how Red only beat Brock because he had to study Blue and Brock's battle. Red only restricted himself from lashing out on Blue just because he wouldn't want to look bad in front of Jaide and Ethan.

As promised, they'd drop Jaide and Ethan back home at Pallet town, which meant that they'd make another trip to Viridian Forest - the issue being is that it's gotten a bit dark. Imagine three 11 year olds and an 8 year old walking in the dark of the forest - it's even more scarier than it was in the morning.

Even if they hoped it'd be a safe walk, danger was able to lash at them - Jaide had accidentally angered a wild pokemon, a Pikachu. She tripped on a twig and fell over a small pond, and just at that moment - the pikachu electrified and injured her, rendering her paralyzed really badly - Blue had to drag Ethan away from the scene, and left Red to handle the job. Red caught the Pikachu that hurt her, and escaped with her, limping pretty badly.

The boys would make a stop to Viridian City and find a way to help her recover, they would visit to the Pokemon Center just to let her sit at the lounge and try to find someone to help her recover from her paralysis. Thankfully the Nurse Joy representative at the counter was able to help her there thanks to her designated Chansey's abilities to heal a person or pokemon with her egg.

Jaide was traumatized by this - this was part of the reason why she knew she wasn't ready at all. Declining Oak's gift was a good choice on her part. This would affect her on the long run, as she would refuse to catch ANY electric type because of that event from years ago.

Red and Blue definitely felt awful for what happened back there, but Jaide reassured them that she's not mad at them, and this is simply just proof that she still needs more time if she were to catch up with them - she didn't want them to stop pursuing their goals just because of this accident. Jaide is a little nervous to have Red next to her, since she noticed he caught the Pikachu but he promises her that he'll try to train it to the best he can, and that it will never do the same thing again.

They walked home together, although a little more awkward than how it was supposed to be, given that they just won their first badges. There was an obvious distance between the two groups, with Ethan being more close to her side due to his fear of getting the same treatment - Blue didn't feel like trying to be his usual cocky self, because he also felt guilty. Red was also uncomfortable, but he hoped that this won't last long.

Going home, she thanked them for allowing her to witness a gym battle first hand, and she will still continue cheering for them as they kept going. She never told her mom about the incident, since she knew her mom trusted her friends and didn't want to risk breaking ties because of it.

Jaide never really recovered from her trauma towards electric types since then, and only time will tell when she'll really find it in herself to get over her fear.

[overnightheartbeats]

five times kissed:     ( five times the receiver and sender kissed ) 🎇 hand slipped 🙈 ( @ laurel)

fives times.... // @martieshub

when she got assigned to his department

The phone call had been replaying in her mind since she hung up. Agent Thorn, congratulations. The unit chief was pleased with your meeting, and the job is yours if you want it. Laurel was thrilled with the news. After basic training, they got pulled in different directions. She had put on a brave face; telling him this was a good opportunity for them, and that maybe down the road, they'd get the chance to work together. At least, they weren't too far away. The field office she was assigned to was only a few hours away, so at least she could see him some weekends when they weren't caught up with work. She was unable to contain her excitement waiting for him to open the door, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, before jumping on him as soon as the door swung open. Her legs wrapping around his waist to stabilize herself ❛I got it!! I got the call with the job offer!❜ Laurel hadn't given him any time to say hello or respond to anything she had just spewed when her lips crashed against his. Softly running her hand through his hair, the thought of more of these moments excited her. To have him without limits, without thinking of getting back on the road, or skipping weekends because it wasn't feasible. The job offer wouldn't be open for long, Laurel knew she'd accept it as soon as she caught her breath.. ❛I could leave Houston,❜ she spoke breathlessly. ❛Move back here.❜

when they decided to move in

❛Are we really doing this?❜ Bright, brown eyes focused on him and her words were breathy, completely in disbelief. The conversation had not started anywhere near the words 'move in', but mentions of leaving her blazer at his place or pointing out the fact that she spent most of her spare time with him anyway eventually led the conversation there. It seemed like the sensible next step, though she had only said it to tease. Well, we could just move in and we wouldn't have to worry about forgotten clothes or getting to work late. But in between jokes, the decision became clear. They both looked at each other and the knowing gaze they exchanged said everything. This was happening. Excitement coursed through her body, unable to contain her wide smile as she tugged on his shirt and pulled him closer to her, effectively closing the distance between them. Her hands cupped his face, reveling in the feeling of his soft lips brushing against hers. It always made her heart flutter, the feeling only heightened at the thought of them moving in. A home. They would actually build a home together. Laurel never thought it'd be possible to find a place where she belonged, but right here with Wally, she was certain she found it. He was her home, had been for some time. This only made it official. ❛I can't wait,❜ she mumbled against his lips.

Panama

The door had been ajar for a minute now and they were still on their third attempt to say goodnight. Each time though, they got carried away in conversation, and somewhere along the way, she interrupted his words with a deep kiss. They behaved while away on mission. Always had. After all, they had an agreement to put work first. However, tonight had made it increasingly difficult. Brushes of their fingertips, subtle teasing comments all night. There was only so much Laurel could resist. There was a warmth spreading throughout her body, one unleashed by his touch. She reached for his shirt, tugging on it slightly to pull him into her room. Clumsy fingers worked quickly to undo his shirt buttons, never breaking the distance between them. Moving to her bed in a darkened room was probably not their best idea as she heard a thump echo in the room. Their laughter filled the room, add that to their list of injuries. Still, she pulled away from his lips to ask, ❛are you okay?❜ Once confirmed, she gently pushed him onto her bed wasting no time to trail small kisses along his jaw. Her lips gently brushed against his skin, faint lipstick stains leaving a path. There were days that she couldn't believe she was his. ❛I love you.❜

at the bureau's summer cookout

How many agents does it take to plan a cookout? One too many, and still, they didn't bring enough chairs. Well, her and Eli were prepared, though Laurel conveniently didn't mention the last-minute trip to Costco to buy another camping chair. Okay, maybe she forgot it outside her apartment when they were finalizing the move. Lucky for everyone here, she had another seat - one reserved especially for her, so she was more than happy to give up her new camping chair. It wasn't long before she was sitting on his lap, both of them wearing shades as they watched their colleagues play a 'friendly' game of volleyball while others opted to walk off their lunch with a trip around the park. They were perfectly content right there though, under the tree's shade, enjoying the summer breeze. After a while though, the breeze got a bit chilly and now, she was regretting not listening to him about bringing a jacket. Laurel knew he'd tease her about it when she asked to borrow his sweater, but he didn't refuse. Girlfriend perks, she supposed. She stood up from her seat to throw the sweater on, catching the light scent of his cologne lingering in the fabric. ❛You're my superhero,❜ she reminded him as she moved back to sit on his lap. Laurel reached out to caress his cheek, bringing his attention to her, as she leaned in to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Just a soft, delicate kiss before snuggling back into his arms. She couldn't get distracted while they were out, maybe when they got back home.

while dancing

They had requested the song a little while ago, but she had begun wondering if they had forgotten about it. It was ridiculous, how could they ignore such an iconic song? Still, that was not going to ruin date night for these two. It had been their go-to spot for a while, the bar with a saloon theme. She took a sip of her drink when the familiar tune began blaring through the bar. Finally! Laurel wasted no time to take his hand and pull him out of his seat, guiding them to the bar's open space. ❛Come on, we're dancing.❜ Her hands rested at the nape of his neck as they moved along to the rhythm. Then, the song reached the chorus and resisting was difficult, beginning to sing along to the lyrics. As the chorus ended, her eyes locked with his, and though she always believed these moments were fake, Laurel could've sworn this was their very own rom-com moment. Her glance once again reached the unbuttoned portion of his shirt, a sneak peek just for her. She had seen it earlier, but the sight still brought a smirk to her lips. Her eyes darted down to his lips, briefly licking her top lip. She was done for. Everything around them lost focus, no one else in this room could ever be more important as him. Leaning in to get a taste of his lips, a small smile drawing. Her hand traveled down, her fingertips brushing against his shirt, playing with the undone buttons. Being this close to him, Laurel could catch a whiff of his cologne and she only felt her heart trying out a new gymnastics routine. She could only deepen the kiss, a small nibble of his lower lip. There was no distance left between them, and yet, she wanted him closer to her. Laurel could only hum against his lips, ❛let's go home?❜

[limitlessscion]

been some time since they had such closeness ( it comes with a price, kaeltyr knew, such was the reason for denial to begin with ). and in the end it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all--

head is tucked into the crook of his neck and shoulder, eyes closed, breaths calm. these moments are sacred, for they shall be amongst the last ( perhaps that is why they feel so momentous, so meaningful despite what's unsaid ). "do y'think," kaen breaks the quiet, tone soft, a lazy drawl as they pull away to look up at him, "we'll find each other again?" the seriousness of their question dissolves as they offer a wry grin. "i know y'hate that shit, but..." the thought trails off, leaving him to fill the void left behind.

Precious days ticked down to Christmas Eve. He did his part in the plotting, the training, the tasks that needed to be accomplished that only he could do, but the others have finally stopped asking where he'd disappear to in the rare moments where he wasn't needed, when he was allowed rest. Satoru couldn't fault them for leaning on him so heavily, feeling their faith and all their hopes placed on his shoulders once more. He'd taken the burden willingly, as he'd never been given a choice to be unwilling. He knew he'd fail them, and that was okay, because this time they'd be strong enough to pick up what he left behind.

But here, he could prematurely set that weight aside, just for a little.

It was just peace, the weight and warmth of Kaen's cask against him where Infinity usually hummed instead.

"do y'think, we'll find each other again?"

His immediate reaction was to do something silly to deflect, the mean streak in him wanting to push Infinity out in a layer between them and watch Kaen slip to the floor. It's not like he hasn't pulled such tricks before and it never stops being funny.

But the words and their ache felt so familiar that it pulled him back to another life, another Christmas Eve in the alleyways of the school where he'd faced his own last moments with someone dear to him. He'd looked Suguru in the eyes, smiled, and asked him that same impossible longing:

"We'll see each other again, won't we?" "You could at least curse me a little in the end."

But it had been a curse. Satoru's whole heart had been poured into those words, his longing so strong it had doomed him. He'd known then and he hadn't cared, because he wanted it too much and nothing else mattered.

Just as Yuta had once unwittingly bound the soul of his beloved, Satoru had bound his own fate.

As the curse was fulfilled, he'd seen Suguru again and it'd undone him. But still Satoru could not regret the mistakes he'd made, as he'd called out for Suguru's soul and it had answered. They'd met once again at the end of their separate tragedies and Satoru would not take that back no matter how much it fucking hurt, no matter how big the scale of his mistakes had cost lives, no matter the grief that came with the loss of others he cared for.

It was agony and it was a mistake and it would always be worth it.

As he chewed on the words and his thoughts, feeling no hurry to make a response, his eyes cast down to Kaen on his chest, in his arms, physical eyes meeting even as they Saw each other in every other way.

"I think if you wanted it badly enough, then I would have no say in the matter," he finally uttered softly after a long silence that stretched minutes. His voice was calm, unbothered at all by the thought.

He really didn't care If Kaen cursed him or not; it would always be worth it.