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Winter, 2019 - San Diego, California

Chapter 4 of You Are My Soulmate

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: It's been a week since the accident. A week since you collapsed, a week since you saw the man who could be your soulmate fall from the heavens in a jet he shouldn't have been in at all. And you can't help but blame yourself. The should haves, would haves and could haves crowd your brain until there isn't anything else in it. Until, that is, you wake up one morning to find what looks to be all of the journalists in San Diego parked out in your front lawn. That's when you discover that Hawk had given interviews across the city dragging your name through the mud. You can't even open your windows without them hounding you. So you trust your welfare to your best friends, your family. And pray that Bradley Bradshaw wakes up soon. If only because you're not sure how much of this you can take. Meanwhile, Rooster's in heaven. He's got his mom and dad nearby, he's never hungry, thirsty or tired, but as time passes, he can't help wondering about his soulmate. Is she alright? Is she safe? She's not hurting too badly because of his stupid actions, right? One chance vision from the universe shows him what he didn't know he needed. Disclaimers: Misogynistic speech. Mentioned Homosexual Relationships. Angst. Flagrant disregard for protocols or Authority. Angst. Anguish. This content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting tag-list requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story. Warnings: Female!Reader Word Count: 3142 A/N: Here's Chapter 4 of YAMS! This is where the shit hits the fan, quite literally for Tinkerbell and Rooster! Hawk makes a second appearance, and if you all hated him when you first saw him, you haven't seen anything yet! As always, your reblogs and comments make me so happy! Feel free to drop me an ask if you want to chat about this chapter or any of my other works! AO3:Cross-posted Here! My Masterlist Previous Part | Series Masterlist | Next Part

Tinkerbell

You feel rather like you're walking around in a haze after the accident. You live so close to base and have so many friends that are Navy or affiliated with the Navy that it feels a lot like the entire world is talking about what happened. The rumors and wondering comments follow you around. You can't even walk into the commissary anymore without hearing some new theory about what happened.

Jake and Javy do their best to shield you from the speculation, but you can't hide from yourself. Your brain may be telling you that it wasn't your fault that Bradley crashed, but your heart, your soul, is telling you differently. Your actions resulted in your soulmate being in a hospital bed, unconscious and unknowing right now. You could have done something more to disable his jet. You could've had the maintenance crew remove the master ignition switch. You could've. You could've. You could've. It's eating you alive. Since you're on medical suspension for a month, you don't even have the distraction of work anymore.

You have one week of relative quiet. Then you wake up one morning to your phone blowing up. Everyone you know who has your phone number seems to be texting you the same link. You're half awake, sleep clouding your eyes even as you fumble for your ringing phone and answer the phone call.

It's an awfully insistent voice asking you why you put Bradley in the hospital. You ignore it and hang up. The words don't penetrate your sleepy brain until a few seconds later, when you jolt up from your comfy spot in bed. You've gotten over sixty unread messages and fourteen voicemails in the past three hours. Most of the voicemails are from Jake and when you open the first of the many articles in your inbox, it's an interview.

You're going to murder Lieutenant Junior Grade George Taylor, the cocky little shit soon to be formerly known as Hawk. He's spoken to what seems to be every news outlet in San Diego and given them a tell-all expose about how you're a nosy, jealous bitch who hated Lieutenant Bradshaw from the moment she saw him and wanted him gone.

No wonder your phone has been ringing off the hook. Everybody wants to stick their mics into your face and get the true story. How could you tell them it was your soulmate's fault when he isn't even awake to corroborate your story? You don't even know if he is your soulmate, for goodness's sake. Not definitively, at least.

You can't even draw back your curtains, because when you try, you are nearly blinded by the entire troupe of reporters camping out on your front lawn. No wonder Jake sounds frantic when you finally pick up the phone when he calls next.

"Hey darling." He sounds worried, like he's been pacing back and forth on the hot tarmac for hours. "What happened? Are you okay? Did you see my messages?"

"I saw, Jake. I was asleep. If you forget, I'm on medical leave for the next three weeks." Your voice is weak as you burrow back under your sheets. "I saw your messages, Jake. I'm dreaming, right?"

"I wish you were, Tinky-tink." You can hear the pain in Jake's voice as a tear drips unbidden down your cheek. "Hawk's been swanning around on base. He's been talking shit all day. Javy's already punched him in the nose hard enough to cause a nosebleed. Thankfully Cyclone and Warlock weren't nearby or my darling would've ended up with a formal reprimand by now."

You have to smile, even if it's half-hearted, because it's so like Jake and Javy to have your back, even at the risk of their own careers.

"You guys have to toe the line, though, Jake. This may very well be the end of my career, but it's not going to be the end of yours." Your voice is filled with so much regret. So much pain and sorrow. "I'm not going to drag you and Javy down with me."

"Baby, who said you're dragging us down with you? We're your family, remember?" He sounds so genuinely distressed for you.

"I know, Jake. And I love you. I love Javy. But you can't punch Hawk out every time you see him on base. But you can smuggle me out of my house and hug me for a good long while later today?" You feel extra small in that moment, the flashes of light from the lenses on the other side of your curtain still burning after-images into your retinas.

"The paparazzi are all over, huh?" You can hear the furrow in Jake's brow as he asks you that question.

"I feel kinda like Marilyn Monroe. I have after-images burned into my retinas from the flashes on all the pictures they got of me in my frumpy, old, US Navy t-shirt a few minutes ago." You can just barely hear the rage in Jake's voice as he calls out to Javy and the other Daggers.

"Hey, sweetheart." It's Javy's smooth, deep voice that you hear on the phone all of a sudden. "Jakey's flipping his shit, I dunno if you can hear him, baby, but we're really worried about you. Let me see if I can get Mav to let Jake and I out early. We'll roll up in the lifted truck with the blacked out windows, y’know, the one I kept telling Jake was a ridiculous purchase, and get you to our place. You know what Jake can drive like when he gets motivated."

You have to chuckle at that, a little. Jake normally drives like a perfectly respectable person. But when he's angry or worried, he's got a lead foot. You've definitely been holding onto the passenger "Oh Shit!" handles a few times as Jake drives.

"Pack your bags, baby. You're coming to stay with us until the paparazzi back off. All I know is that if I see that little ass wipe ever again, he'll be wishing that the worst thing he gets is a broken nose." Your chuckle is watery and sniffly at his words.

"Thank you, Javy. I love you."

"Love you too, baby. If you hear tires screeching on pavement, know that sound means that Jake and I are rolling up to break you out of jail."

The phone goes dead soon after and it takes everything you have to not start hyperventilating on the spot. You could probably handle Hawk's interview alone, but now with reporters camping out on your front lawn and hounding your every move, it's only a matter of time before some other corrupt person lets it spill that Bradley Bradshaw might be your soulmate. With no knowledge of his prognosis, it's likely that you're going to get a court martial, then be dishonorably discharged, and finally imprisoned. Who'd ever take your word over Hawk's? There are still Admirals who believe that a woman's place is in the home, after all.

Everything you've ever worked for will have turned into dust in moments. All because of one action, one reaction, really. If he weren’t so badly hurt already, you’d hate Bradley Bradshaw for what he's done to ruin your life. But you can’t hate him. You couldn’t hate him if you tried. Now that you know he’s yours, that he’s linked to you in a way nobody else will ever be, ever can be, you can catalog all of the things you’ve ever felt about him. The instant jolt of attraction you’d felt that first night, the need to have his body pressed up against yours as he crooned sweet nothings to you? That must’ve been your bond asserting itself for the first time. Your giddy feelings after the AMDO inspection are just further proof.

You pack bag after bag as you go over every memory you have with Bradley Bradshaw. In truth, he’s always in the periphery of your memories of your time at North Island, always in the shadows, lurking at the outskirts. You know it’s not his relationship with his team, because they love him. You have to be the reason why he’d become so nervous all of a sudden. Could he have sensed the nascent bond between the two of you? But that doesn’t explain the horrible things Bradley had said about you. You’ve gone over that night over and over in your mind, but it’s standing in your sun drenched bedroom that you finally realize why. Jake had come oh-so protectively up to you after the crowd had nearly crushed you, after Bradley had saved you. He’d smothered you in his embrace and his cloying older-brotherly love and had scarcely left your side the remainder of the night.

Could Bradley have thought that Jake was your soulmate? Jake?! The very man who is so in love with his own soul that he never even lets Javy get his own beer? Ever? The man who'd called you after Javy went into G-Loc and was in the hospital for the night, crying because he'd nearly lost the most important person in his life? That Jake? It’s a ludicrous thought to you, but a conceivable one. And you can’t even disabuse Bradley Bradshaw of the notion. Not when he’s lying in a hospital bed deep in a coma.

It’s that thought which swarms in your mind as you sit in your silent, dark living room waiting for Jake and Javy to come ‘break you out of jail’ as Javy had called it. You’re paralyzed by it, in truth. How? How can you fix this? How? The more you think about the situation you’ve found yourself in, the less you think you’ve found a solution. You’re curled into a ball on the sofa, staring blankly at the television you’re not sure when you turned on, when the door opens. You’re blasted with an onslaught of noise in the short while it’s opened.

“Hi, Tink.” You blink unseeingly at the voices. These are people you can trust, you know you can, but you can’t make yourself respond. All of your feelings have clogged up your throat, muting your voice until you’re caught in the riptide-current of everything that’s happened to you.

“C’mon, darling. Let’s get you out of here, huh?” You just nod, allowing Javy to put your shoes on your feet and wrap you in a big hoodie, drawing the hood over your face before propping a pair of sunglasses on your nose.

The sound is worse the minute you set foot outside of the door. The flashes are blindingly bright even through the dark lenses on your face, and if it weren’t for how Jake and Javy sandwich you between them, both of them still in their khakis, you’d have broken in the couple of dozen steps it takes to get into Jake’s lifted truck with the blacked out windows. The reporters are shouting questions to you so insistently that you can hear them even once you’re safely ensconced in the backseat with Javy. For several long moments, they turn their hounding on Jake as he carts your bags to the tailgate in a couple of quick trips. It’s barely ten minutes later that Jake takes off down the road. But it’s in the quiet of the cab that you break down.

It’s an acute despair that’s got hold of your heart, tears slipping down your cheeks in big globs at the pain you’re feeling all over again. It’s not enough that you had to watch your soulmate crash, that you can’t know how he is doing. No, now you have to face the entire world lambasting you for something that you didn’t do. This soulmate thing didn’t come with instructions. If the gods had been a little more specific, could you have avoided all of this? Why didn’t your life come with some kind of instruction booklet? Would it have saved all of this heartache? You honestly don’t know and you’re sure you never will.

Javy’s an angel throughout it, holding you tight against his chest and letting you cry until your tears peter out. You can’t hear anything for a long while, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the big palm cradling your head or if it’s just that the beating of your heart is drowning out everything else.

“How’s she doing, darling?” You’re struck dumb, your mind moving far too fast to put your thoughts to words.

“I dunno, Jake.” The rumble of Javy’s voice in his chest feels like home. “She cried for a long time, and now Tink’s just lying against my chest limply.”

“I wish there was something we could do to help her more, Javy.” It sounds like Jake’s choked up. Why? It’s not like you’re anything special.

“What else could we do? We got that little prick under investigation. And I punched him square in the nose. Everything else is up to Bradshaw. And we’ll take care of our girl as long as we have to. She may not believe that she did the right thing at this very moment, but we’ll help her. It’s the least we can do.” Javy sounds so sure of his ability to help you. But what if you’re past saving? It’s not like Hawk will ever change his tune.

“Then why doesn’t it feel like it’s enough? This is Tink, Javy. Our Tink. We wouldn’t have each other without her.” You’ve never heard Jake like this.

“It’ll be okay, darling. You and me, we’ll take care of our Tink as long as we have to.”

You must fall asleep after that conversation because the next thing you know is the feeling of cool blankets over your exhausted body and a soft pillow under your heavy head. Somebody has laid your cell phone down on the nightstand and your bags are in a corner. You feel weighed down and groggy, like you’ve been sleeping for far too long and yet are still completely exhausted. You have to force yourself to walk down the stairs of Jake and Javy’s house, though you can’t quite give up the comfort of the blanket they’d draped over you. Your socked feet whisper softly against the shining wood floors, and the stealth it provides leads to you seeing something which warms your nearly broken heart.

There are takeout boxes on the counter and two half filled glasses of wine nearby. Soft music spills from the speaker on the counter and Jake and Javy are swaying gently to the beat. As you creep closer to the kitchen, you can hear the lyrics. If you know Jake correctly, it sounds like Tim McGraw’s My Best Friend. Jake’s mouthing the words gently, Javy’s head against the crook of his neck and his hand over Jake��s heart. Both of their eyes are closed and they look completely at peace with each other. Their love for each other speaks volumes. They seem so at ease with each other, like they belong here in each other's arms.

In this cozy ranch style kitchen, all of your problems seem miles away. If you close your eyes and let the music wash over you, you would almost think you’re in your own kitchen, dancing barefoot in somebody’s arms. There’s a dog underfoot and even though the two of you nearly fall, it feels right. When you open your eyes, you half expect yourself to be there in your kitchen, to see Bradley looking down on you. But nothing’s changed. You’re still lost and alone. Adrift in stormy seas without a life raft or life jacket. But in the warm yellow light, you let yourself hope, just a little. You have Jake, and you have Javy. Maybe they’re enough?

Rooster

In the who-knows-how-long since he’s been stuck in limbo with his mom and dad, Bradley’s filled them in on everything they’ve missed in his life. He’s been yelled at and squished by both his parents and he feels more settled than he has been in a long, long time. From what his parents have told him, he’s not dead, not completely. There’s something tethering him to his life, something more than just his bruised, broken, battered body in a coma.

If he stops concentrating on what it is, just a little, Bradley sometimes thinks he sees a string, shooting out from his heart and extending out, farther than he could possibly see. It’s crimson, the color bright against the pale nothingness he’s in, and god he wishes he could see who it points to. But more than anything, he wishes he’d just not decided to get into a broken jet and fly. It’s the biggest regret of his not-quite-life, not-quite-death, and he wishes more than anything that he could apologize to his soulmate.

But he can't. Not until he wakes up. It's impossible to know how many days he's been stuck in this liminal space too, the days punctuated by his mom and dad appearing and disappearing in golden motes of light, leaving him in solitude at times. It must be nice, Bradley's sure, to know you've lived a life well, to know your soulmate is waiting for you on the other side of a golden bridge waiting for you.

That's the first time he sees her, his soul. She's standing in a kitchen, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, the only parts of her visible are her sock-clad feet and her head. There's music playing, some country tune Bradley couldn't name if he tried. Her eyes are welling with tears as she watches two men dance. One is pale-skinned and blond haired, the other deeply tanned with close-cropped inky black curls. They're wrapped around each other, love dripping from every motion. Bradley knows exactly whose face it is, Tinkerbell, just as well as he knows the blond's face. It's a face he would have argued he's seen too many times since the Uranium Mission. Fucking Jake Seresin. But why's he dancing with somebody else? Shouldn't he be dancing with Tinkerbell? She’s in the room after all. How could he cheat on a girl like her? More's the question, why's he seeing Seresin and Tinkerbell instead of his soulmate?

But before Bradley can get or manipulate the visions to show him something else, he's left with only his thoughts. Those thoughts keep focusing on Tinkerbell standing in the kitchen. She’d looked so sad, so lonely. Oh god, is this when she found out Jake was cheating on her? He can’t help wishing he were there so he could hug her and kiss her tears away. Which is ridiculous, right? But he does promise that the next time he sees Bagman, the two of them are going to have words. Nobody gets to treat their soulmate like that, not on his watch.

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kumidark · 2 years

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more on these ships below the cut:

sorbetcrepe: they met when sorbet shark accidentally destroyed some of strawberry crepe's wafflebots;;; as an apology, they let strawberry crepe run jam/dough tests on them since they were curious how sorbet shark worked (being a cookie/shark and all). the two get up to hijinks together, and sorbet shark brings strawberry crepe little trinkets from the travels across the sea. as a thank you gift, strawberry crepe built a miniature saltwater pond for sorbet shark to stay in/rehydrate in when they visit the vanilla kingdom!!

kumidark: they're traveling together after dark choco left the cookies of darkness. kumiho is super casually affectionate with him, something that throws dark choco off. he only lets her get away with it because sometimes it's nice to feel loved (also he's touch-starved but shhhh he doesn't know that). if you wanna know about how they met n stuff, feel free to read my kumidark fic on ao3 and/or look through my older kumidark posts^^

carapastry: somehow, pastry manages to get away from the st pastry order and caramel arrow and her become friends!! caramel arrow helps her move past her trauma related to the order and pastry helps caramel arrow realize she wants to kiss a woman on the lips 😳;;; also they both wield bows!!!!

figblossom: someone in my server created this ship and i'm in LOVE.....okay so basically they're both super friendly and kind and caring and they both love picnics/storytelling!!! they would have the sweetest on dates in flower fields and cherry blossom would bake delicious treats for fig to try and!!!! basically they're super cute!!!!!

twizzlytiger: okay HEAR ME OUT: twizzly gummy comes across tiger lily at some point and realizes she's s u p e r fun to mess with and now everytime she stops by that area she seeks her out to mess with her. meanwhile tiger lily is completely done with twizzly gummy and exasperated with her shenanigans, but also she has the most fun when she's around her, and twizzly treats her butter tiger nice so....maybe she can stick around.....cue accidental pining and twizzly realizing she doesn't just hang around tiger lily for the laughs, but because she actually Likes Her. twizzly gummy wouldn't know how to deal with it so she'd end up blowing up a castle or something idk.....yeah.......

wereyam: another ship from my server!! i fell in love with it because purple yam would NOT take werewolf's self-deprecating comments. werewolf would say something bad about himself and purple yam would yell WRONG and werewolf wouldnt be able to say anything else. also werewolf's always scared of hurting people because of his big wolf form but purple yam not only wouldn't be scared of it, he'd be able to handle it and fight back if werewolf ever lost control (which he wouldn't)^^

avomala: BUTCH GIRLFRIENDS!!! as stated above, mala's one of the only cookies who'll openly laugh at avocado's jokes and genuinely finds them funny, but also!! avocado is one of the only cookies who can almost handle mala's spice preferences (not completely though; she still has her limits);;; also!! avocado makes weapons for mala sauce sometimes as gifts, which mala l o v e s :3

cacaocaviar: dark cacao is notorious for being stern and refusing help from anybody, but imagine if the republic heard of his troubles (maybe after the whole thing with the soul jam) and sent caviar to help out!! caviar could help keep the licorice sea at bay, and cacao would finally have someone experienced whom he could put his trust in! peepaw x peepaw <3

univamp: yet another ship from my server!! vampire n cream unicorn are both essentially immortal, and they both are very mellow and somft;;;; cream unicorn is one of the only cookies who wouldn't mind vampire's sleepiness/laziness and would sit with him for hours while he nodded off^^ also, most importantly: THEIR HAIR FORMS A HEART!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

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kowaindar0u · 4 months

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it's 5:30am 6:20am and I'm not sleepy enough, and I binged Katsugeki today so ...thoughts ?? probably dumb and incoherent but 👍👍👍

Mostly just "what if" yuichi headcanons and then I veer off into "well a guy can dream" territory

I'm thinking. Obviously I loooove running with the rain theme with yuichi. I'm thinking that when he uses his powers u hear the sound of thunder; more energy used means louder booms. Less means just some rumbles. Rain droplets/mist accompany the sakura petals when teleporting (not enough to soak, just enough to be like. Cool and energizing!!)

And if the above is true then I think new toudans at Nagame are basically born during a thunderstorm 🤔 LMAO in a different context that would be like...classic mad scientist vibes lol (like them animating their new creation, while thunder and lightning flash etc) 💀

I still am not sure how Exactly summonings work in a material sense (does a saniwa get like. The actual blade, like from the govt, just long enough to summon the sword? Or ..?)

But I think however it works, Yuichi performs the summoning alone and I think the...channeling he does is heavily emotional (?) more than simply spiritual, if that makes sense. Like... Maybe through this channeling he kind of... peels back layers to get to his core, where his power is purest and strongest, but also his emotions are most intense, and that's what he used to call forth a new touken danshi...?? It's not always a bad-emotions experience (he may be plagued with sadness and fear but he is more than that!) but still,,, He is probably then quite sensitive/raw after a summoning and might not be seen outside of his room for a day or two afterwards, unless it's necessary. Usually his kinji and/or one of his closer toudans are fine to check in on him but occasionally he'll request they just leave his food and go. Of course that's probably not the healthiest way to go about it but sometimes being near someone else is just too overwhelming.

I think this probably also instills a bit of guilt in him because that means he likely doesn't see any toudans he summons until they've already been there a day or two... :^( but he makes sure to greet them with food or something and try to spend some time with them once he's able. Thankfully, I think, he can do the summoning uhhhh remotely? this way the first thing a new sword sees is not A Mess and have to be like "uh...that's my new master? 😬"... Wouldn't instill a lot of confidence lol

Unrelated to that but I'm also thinking about if Taikyuu saw Harada Sanosuke while on a mission... Agh I think he'd have a hard time (unsurprisingly). Like he KNOWS he's not meant to be used as a main weapon, he's not an uchigatana anymore, and he KNOWS Harada favors spears anyway (he would love that spear to pieces if it ever manifested as a toudan), but I think part of him that's just so desperate to prove himself is so sad to see it in a way? Idk if that makes any sense LOL

Also LMAO on the chance they ran into each other taikyuu would 100% ask to see his scar. Then if he did show I see him saying something like "I did that... I could never have killed you..." etc and then probably weirding harada out LOL

Also I really shouldn't be thinking about my OCs being in toumyu cause I always fall into the trap of being sad my personal made-up characters aren't in the source material :( lol HOWEVER I'm thinking about it anyway

I think Taikyuu and Yams would have a really cool like. Rowdy song y'know, like a duet where they go bonkers on some HRA. They gotta get someone who's a good dancer to play him cause he also needs a... Like a kind of moody, cool tone song to dance to... Like if you crossed Endless Night with Gotta Go by Chungha...????

SUNAO AND KUWANA WOULD ABSOLUTELY 1000000% NEED A SONG WHILE THEY'RE DOING FIELD WORK I WOULD CRY...and then maybe like. A sad/somber reprise of it ohhhh...

Oh my god LMAOOOO... taikyuu and Hasebe would have a song that's just them like. Fighting. Yelling at each other. But to music.

But then during the concert part they would have a fucking bomb ass duet omg... 😳

I LOOOOOVE thinking about this shit omg the only downside is it's impossible HAHA

Ok that's all for now I'm gonna keep thinking about HaseKyuu duet

#out of blades #hc:yuichi #hc:yasu #thats yuichi #thats yasu #im sorry if you read all this LOL

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crybaby-bkg · 2 years

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I think Bakugou loves you in such ways, that it seems small to other people. They ask you, how is he romantic? He doesn’t seem like the type—how does he woo you? Love you? And the answer comes so easily to you.

He loves you in ways that are overlooked by a glutton. He runs out into the rain when you come home from a long day, umbrella ready. The only thing you have to do is hold the handle, and he holds you—doesn’t let your feet touch the muddy ground, answers to your giggling inquiry of why you can’t walk with, because you’re too clumsy for your own good. That he can’t afford any more gauze or bandaids because of your slip ups, but he kisses them tender every time, anyway.

He loves you in ways that are simple, but carry more meaning than meets the eye. He buys your favorite food, your comfort snack along with it, stops at the convenience store to pick up those gross flavored drinks you swear by. It’s not even an ask from him, just a natural order of things, to spoil you in ways that come easily, in ways that you can’t help but praise, in ways that he becomes bashful because to him, all he’s doing is the bare minimum.

He loves you in ways that make your chest warm and your eyes sting. He adapts to you and your emotions, learns when holding you is enough and when his brash words of encouragement are needed. He reassures you, kisses kindly behind your ears when you need his voice of reasoning. He listens and he does and he tries and even though he thinks it may never be enough, it’s always the right timing.

Bakugou loves you in everyday small gestures that equal a lifetime of adoration. That shows you he doesn’t just tolerate you with the occasional grand gesture to shut your nagging up. He loves you everyday, chooses to, and the overwhelming feeling of being loved by Bakugou is something you don’t think anyone could truly ever understand.

#am I riding a soft bkg train??????? of course #everyone hop on pls #I thought of this whole brushing my teeth and ofc it sounded better in my head lmfao #writing it down was like ‘no that’s not how mental me said it….’ lol #ANYWAY my eyes burn and I yam sleepy #I’m decorating my room again tomorrow so I have to wake up early so gn!!!#I say as I scroll until my sleep meds knock me on my ass #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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littletealseal · 1 year

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A Playdate To Remember: Chapter 3

CW: Use of parental terms

Purple Yam Cookie was the first to wake from his nap, he yawned adorably and stretched a bit before looking around the room while still on his back. He sleepily gazed at the glow in the dark stars and moons around the ceiling and wall around him, with his pacifier still in his mouth bobbing it about a bit, the little cookie was still rather deep in his head space and was curious about the time. He did see a small bit of light poke though the darkening curtains so it must have still been daytime, maybe noon? 11am? He turned to his side and hugged Boris a bit as he thought, he almost forgot he wasn’t at home but he still felt so safe.

The purple haired cookies attention was directed to the crib next to him when he started to hear Pitaya start to wake up, the hatchling rubbed his eyes before looking around and then looking to Yam, who still looked very sleepy.

“ Heeey Yammy…” Pitaya said with a yawn, also still rather tiny. “ you ok??”

Yam could only nod and yawn as he suckled on his pacifier and hugged Boris, now starting to feel very silent from how small he was feeling.

“ Yu real tiny?” The hatchling received another nod and continued to talk. “ Das otay.. am small too.. mm havin’ lots of fun!” He said while rolling onto his back and stuck his arms and legs into the air, wiggling them as he did so.

Yam nodded again letting the hatchling know he was listening, it’s been awhile since the warrior had felt this small, usually he could talk a bit like how PItaya was, but right now all that could possibly come out of his mouth was babbling. Pitaya continued to mindlessly chat as footsteps could now be heard from outside, with the door to the nursery soon slowly opening to reveal Milk.

“aww you two up from your naps?” The white haired cookie asked the two little ones.

“ yaayaaa… mm hungy..” Pitaya pouted a bit as his belly growled, he sat up to get a better look at the caregiver.

“ Aww well we can find some yummy things for the both of you to nibble on, are you hungry Yammy?” Milk asked as he walked up to his babies crib and began to lower the bars, said baby just nodded and made grabby hands to signal that he wanted to be picked up. “ Heheh ok sweetie, heere we go!” Milk exaggeratedly said as he lifted the purple haired cookie up and out of the crib, Hollyberry was soon in the room and smiled down at her now squeaking baby.

The two caregivers walked out of the nursery with both bundles in hand and Yam just nuzzled into the crook of Milks neck, sighing and just feeling very small and safe in his daddies arms, and semi listening to what the three were talking about, just feeling at ease. Before the little one knew it they were in the dining hall and Pitaya was excited as always as he was put into his highchair, Yam was about to be put in one as well but whined when Milk tried to sit him down.

“oh? Aww hun you wanna sit with dada?” Yam nodded to this and Milk smiled. “ Alright dear you can stay here then, though do you know what you want to eat?” Yam pondered but ended up shrugging , Milk knew what this meant if Yam wasn’t sure what to have. “ hmm.. do you want just some warm fruity cereal then?” This caused Yam to gently nod and smile behind his pacifier. “Heheh, alright dear I’ll let auntie Holly know” He placed a kiss onto Yams head and he just smiled and nuzzled into Milks shoulder.

Milk then explained to HollyBerry on what Yam wanted, with a nod she then told the cooks what to have made for their little ones, Pitaya settled on having some jellysaur nuggets with some apple sauce and a juice box after he was rambling on about what he wanted like the happy and energetic baby he is. The two caregivers made sure to keep their little ones distracted so they wouldn’t fuss over waiting for their food, with HollyBerry playing lil games like peek a boo and I spy with Pitaya, while Milk just walked around a bit by the table with Yam still in his arms and bobbed him in his arms while doing so. Yam still was very much relaxed and almost fell asleep again! Though before he know it both his and Pitayas lunches were ready, Holly and Milk ate before while they were asleep so they were good. The four seemed to be perfectly busy and in their own world until two cookies entered the dining hall.

“Hi Grandmama! Hi Pitaya!!” Princess Cookie happily said as she came in with Knight Cookie following behind her, diligent in keeping her safe as usual.

“Oh hey ya two! What are you both up too?” Holly said cheerfully as her granddaughter ran over to hug her, making her chuckle. Pitaya squeaked at the royal cookie with curiosity in his eyes, but puffed up his mane when Knight approached, trying to look scary.

“ I’m good! Just wanted to see what this little guy was up too” Princess said as she looked to the fluffy hatchling and showed him her scepter, causing Pitaya to become distracted enough by the gem on top of it to relax himself. “ Heheh you’re so cu- huh? Who’s this lil guy?” Princess asked when she finally noticed Yam, who looked a bit spooked and blushed from shyness.

“O-oh that’s Purple Yam Cookie and his caregiver; Milk Cookie, they’re gonna be stayin’ here for a few days to play with Pitaya” HollyBerry said in hopes of distracting Princess away from Yam, since she noticed that he was becoming a bit nervous by someone new seeing him like this.

“ Oh that’s so cool! Aww he’s so so cute! Hi there lil guy!” Princess exclaimed and said to the purple haired cookie.

Yam just hid his face in Milks neck as a response, feeling very shy and nervous now. Milk noticed this and attempted to sooth him by rubbing his back. “ Aww hun it’s ok, sorry he’s just very shy when like this around new people” Milk said while blushing a bit.

“ Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to spook him.. he’s really small I guess?” Princess asked while trying to get her scepter back from Pitaya, who now was nibbling on it.

“ Yeah, under a year like Pitaya here, but I think a bit younger?” HollyBerry said, knowing Pitaya was around 10 months but wasn’t sure on Yams exact age range, just knew he was really tiny.

“ Ohhh I see, kinda like how Knight is I guess” Princess said the last bit in a whisper, as to not embarrass the seemingly frustrated Knight, who was wanting to help in getting the royals scepter back from Pitaya, who was still nibbling on it. He then thought to just tickle the babies tummy and this worked in making the hatchling let go of the scepter.

“ Ahah! Gotcha, thanks Knight!” The armored cookie smiled as Pitaya huffed and crossed his arms in annoyance. “ D’aww you’re so cute! It’s ok ‘Taya we can still play after you and Yam eat! Does that sound good?” This perked Pitaya up a bit as he nodded “Ok! Then I’ll be seeing you two cuties later! Bye Everyone!” Princess said while then taking off out and down one of the hallways.

“A-Aa! Your majesty wait!” Knight said with a bit of panic in his voice as he tried to catch up with the quick royal, this made HollyBerry laugh and shake her head.

“ Ahaha, there really ain’t a dull moment with that girl, is Yam ok though?” Holly asked as she looked to the still hiding cookie.

“ Oh I think he will be in a moment. Sweetie it’s ok to come out now…” Milk cooed as he tried to coax Yam out into looking around again, this worked a bit with Yam shyly looking a little before babbling a bit. “ Awww..”

“ Hmm.. oh! I’ll be right back since I think a certain someones nuggies are ready~ “ HollyBerry said to the now curious hatchling as she got up from her chair and went into the kitchen. Pitaya squealed with joy and bounced in his chair as the food was brought out by HollyBerry, both on proper baby sized plates and in baby sized bowls.

Pitaya dove into his food by snatching up a nugget and nibbling on it happily while squeaking and making Holly chuckle, Milk however helped feed Yam by giving him spoon fulls of the warm cereal with fruit bits in it. Yam took little bites and was still completely at ease, he held onto Milks shirt while eating but also took the time to sleepily look around. Halfway through HollyBerry began to help Pitaya eat as he was making too much of a mess on his own, and so did Yam to an extent when he pawed at his food when Milk wasn’t looking, and getting some of the warm cereal on the table in the shape of tiny handprints, making Yam giggle a bit. Soon enough both babies had finished eating and had their mouths and hands washed before the four started to make their way back to the playroom, with Pitaya next to HollyBerry on all fours, excitedly talking about what he wanted to do, Yam however was still in a sleepy mood while suckling on his pacifier in Milks arms, scanning and filming everything around him. As they enter the play room, Pitaya barrels in and topples onto the large rug where his toys are, giggling the whole time and now on his back while hugging his tail.

“ Whoa whoa kiddo slow down there! You don’t wanna get a bellyache do ya?” HollyBerry chuckled as she walked over to the giggly dragon and blew a raspberry on his cheek, making him laugh more and kick his lil legs.

Milk sat down with Yam still in his arms and now in his lap, the small bundle still held on like a koala and looked around the room while suckling on his pacifier. It wasn't until Yam noticed some building blocks that he wanted to get down, Milk let the baby down onto the floor and Yam shuffle crawled over to the toys with Boris in one hand, and started to pick up some blocks with another. The purple haired cookie stared and inspected each block as he stacked them without thought, seemingly content. Yam continues this as he props Boris up next to some of the built blocks, Pitaya crawls over to see what little cookie was up too and squeaks at the stuffed donkey toy.

“ Bo…Bowis..” Yam manages to say as he points to his stuffie, letting Pitaya know what his name is.

“ Oh? Bowis?? He cool” Pitaya smiled as he pawed at the stuffie before looking back to what Yam was building.. just random towers and some low buildings too. The hatchling wanted so bad to knock them down out of habit but knew that would really upset Yam, so instead he grabbed a random block and started to chew on it.

“ Oh hold on kiddo, you don’t want to rip that apart” HollyBerry warned as she walked over to Pitaya to gently remove the block from the hatchlings mouth and give him one of his teething toys, a multicolored ring in the shape of a bunny. Pitaya took to the teether right away and happily chewed, now on his back with his tail swishing about.

This semi silent playtime continued on for sometime, with Yam building and shaking random baby safe toys he found while crawling about, to Pitaya just chewing away on his teether, both babies seemed to be perfectly fine.. until the silence was suddenly broken by a soft knock, making everyone look to the door in curiosity.

Hey everyone, I want to sincerely apologize for how late this chapter is. I had almost finished writing it before alot of real life stuff had gotten in the way, such as getting sick multiple times, some serious things happening that prevented me from feeling smol.. and just that, I haven’t been able to feel comfortable enough to regress the way I’d like to for some time.. Though now.. I’m starting to feel a bit better and I hope to continue writing this fic for you all <:3

Again I hope you enjoy this chapter

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