#alright time to bury this in rbs

[4everhyucks]

I posted 53 times in 2022

22 posts created (42%)

31 posts reblogged (58%)

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I tagged 52 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 62 characters

#i imagined childe staring down at thoma a little more hot-ly..

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

and youre an nctzen too ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻

yes. i. am. my top three are jaehyun jaemin and lucas 😚

2 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#4

im so h-word for mark its not funny anymore

3 notes - Posted December 22, 2022

#3

yuta nakamoto. thats it.

9 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#2

TGIF — thank god its friday (M)

pairing fratboy!childe x fem!reader (ft. fratboy!thoma)

cw readers insert, smut, slight angst and fluff if you squint, dacryphilia, overstimulation, drunk sex, virgin!reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it), manhandling, rough sex, fingering, orgasm denial, mentions of having a baby

wc 3.5k

synopsis you transfer to a new school to stop your old habits, but you find yourself repeating the same mistakes, meeting someone new along the way.

a/n this is my part of @astraluvs schoolsout!collab, its my first time joining a collaboration and its also my first time attempting to write something THIS LONG.. lowkey disappointed at childes persona in here bc i originally wanted him to be more of a player, i was so tempted into changing this to a threesome *sigh* anyhow, i hope yall enjoy this fic!!

navi

The whole point of you transferring to a new university in the first place was to stop hanging with your group of friends, they were bad influence you thought. Never studying, always partying. It was them who came up to you after classes, encouraging you to join them almost every night, getting all drunk and not being able to focus in class in the morning. Your grades kept slipping, from being a straight-A student to someone who fails at almost all their classes. Both your parents and teachers were extremely disappointed in you. Of course you were disappointed in yourself too, wondering what was going to happen to your future if this goes on. At some point, you decided to cut them off and start a new life, burying your old one. You soon realise that not one of them tried contacting you, it hurt knowing you weren’t anything important but you were grateful since it was easier for you to forget about them. It hasn’t even been a month since you transferred, and yet here you are. In a house full of people you barely knew. How could you have let this happen? You tried searching for your friends who brought you to this party but they were out of your line of sight, nowhere to be seen. Deep down you knew they weren’t truly your friends, ‘the more the merrier’, that’s what they all say. Perhaps it was you who really wanted to come in the first place. Hoping someone would drag you to some random ass house so you could use that as an excuse.

Maybe I shouldn’t have came here, you thought to yourself. Sighing, you took a few steps back, accidentally bumping into someone before you even got the chance to leave. “Woah there,” you stumbled, back leaning against the person who held onto your shoulder. You straightened your way-too-short dress, turning around to apologise, holy fuck he’s tall, and hot. You were called tall throughout your entire life but you still had to tilt your head up in order to take a good look at him. He’s got ocean-like eyes peeking through his curly ginger hair. He was holding a solo cup in his other hand. Oh his fingers are pretty too.. “Hey you alright?” The ginger lowered his head to make direct eye contact with you. His face coming in way too close, to the point where your noses almost touched. You could feel your face burning up, it was as if you were drunk even though you have not had a single sip of alcohol. “Huh? Oh- yeah no, i’m fine,” you spat out a bunch of words while waving your arms around, “sorry, didn’t see you behind me. I was just about to- uhm, ‘bouta leave,” pointing towards the door. You mentally punched yourself in the face for acting weirdly, the awkward waving of arms and your dumb stuttering. You were starting to think you might’ve given him the worst first impression humankind could ever possibly offer.

You spot his small smirk as he stood up straight, it wasn’t obvious though. “Leaving already? The party just started,” he stated, “can’t have a pretty lady like you walking out the door tonight.” You let out a soft laugh, “I would love to stay, but there’s a quiz on Monday and I must get a good grade.”

“It’s a Friday, let loose!” He snickers, “You here alone?” Let’s be real, you really had to rush home and study, that was the initial plan. But it wasn’t everyday that an extraordinarily attractive male spikes up a conversation with you. You’re such a sucker for good looks. You replied, “nope, I came with some of my uhh friends?” Slanting your head to the right, “but I lost them.” He slightly nods his head while keeping his gaze on you, you broke eye contact a couple of times but he kept staring non-stop. You weren’t uncomfortable though, you were just blushing awfully much. Did that even make any sense?

“Oh right. I didn’t quite catch your name, I’m Ajax.” He flashes you a smile. If that wasn’t the most captivating smile ever, gosh even his name was sexy. Ajax.. you’ve never heard of such a name, it’s really unique. Fits him really well too, like it was made for him and him only. You giggle and told him your name. “Mmm, pretty name you got there,” he says as he gulps down the rest of his beer. “Could say the same about you, Ajax.” You counter, flipping your hair behind your shoulder. All of a sudden, you remembered that you were supposed to be in your room studying your ass off. Whilst debating if you should head home or stay, a voice called out for the person in front of you, “Ajax! Wanna join us?” Ajax hits them with a confused expression. “Beer pong you idiot!” A guy with blonde hair snaps at him. Ajax raised his arm telling the blonde to give him a minute before he turns to look at you, “team up with me.”

“Me?” Pointing your index finger towards yourself. “Yeah you, who else?” He chuckles. Ajax thought you were cute since the moment you bumped into him, the way your eyes wander around because you somehow get shy from just looking at him. The way you said you had to rush home yet you remained talking to him, answering all his questions. He genuinely wanted you to stay. Ajax doesn’t always enjoy parties even though he’s one of the hosts. He was always in the spotlight, girls fawning over him 24/7. The guys wanting to be a part of his friend group so they could be labelled as one of them. Eventually, he got tired of that and stayed in his room most of the time. He sort of knew that you were new because you didn’t know who he was. I mean we are talking about Ajax here, centre of the crowd? Yeah you get the gist. He was surprised you have not indicated that you wanted him sexually as majority of the females he met in the house always wanted to have a taste of him right off the bat. Not that you knew.

To be honest, he was right. It’s a Friday and you were going to be very, very free for the next two days. “Alright,” you mumble, giving in. “Now we’re talkin’,” Ajax slides his arm around your waist and pulls you towards the table. He introduces you to the two guys who were going to be playing with you, the blonde — Thoma, and a tall guy with light blue hair — Ayato. “Oh wow, Ajax teaming up with a girl?” Ayato chuckles whilst raising his eyebrows, shocked since he’s never seen the ginger being social since forever. “Ya know how to play the game pretty?” Thoma winks at you, throwing a ping pong ball up and catching it. “Yeah,” you nod your head, “i’m a lil rusty though.” You thought they were both quite attractive and friendly, just like Ajax, but you failed to notice the dirty looks Thoma and Ayato were exchanging in between each other. Both eyeing you up and down but immediately stops after realising Ajax has been glaring at them.

The game starts off with Ajax throwing a ball into a cup, it bounces out and lands in another. “Drink up.” He says. The opposite team each grabbing a cup, gulping down the contents. It was really impressive at how good he was at beer pong. You jump a little whenever Ajax gets the ball in, but you got a bit too excited during his fifth throw and accidentally hit his arm, causing him to break his streak. “Ah i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“All good princess, we’re winning.” Ajax utters, giving you a light pat on the head. You could feel butterflies in your tummy, who wouldn’t. He probably said that because he was comfortable with you, he does this to everyone, you thought. Seeing how easily he calls you by the pet name, you assume it was a habit of his. You weren’t special. Trying to cancel the thought out of your head, Ayato got one in and you drank from the cup. The game ended with you as the last throw, “We won!” You turn to Ajax, high-fiving him with both hands. He snickers, “nice throw.” Thoma downs the drink. Smiling, he leans on the table, “good game, you lied about being rusty didn’t you.” You laughed at him, shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe I did! Well that was fun, but I desperately need to know where the bathroom is right now,” fanning yourself, you tug the top of your dress due to the heat circulating in you. Not aware of the stares on your exposed cleavage. You look up at Ajax who is now taking off his varsity jacket, forcing it onto you, zipping it up. “Ajax, it’s so damn hot.” Before you had the chance to ask about his actions, he shoos you away. “Toilet’s upstairs, end of the hallway, on the left. I’m gonna go take a smoke.” As you were about to leave, you hear him say: keep the jacket on.

“You saw the way Ajax was lookin’ at her right?” Thoma speaks, cleaning up the table. “Seein’ how he’s keepin’ her all to himself, bet she’s real good in bed.”

“Twenty dollars if you’re the one fucking her instead of Ajax tonight.” Ayato snickers.

“Twenty?” Thoma says, “make it fifty.”

“Deal.”

You glance at the jacket through the mirror. Still very confused on why he told you to keep the jacket on. You were all sweaty so you decided to unzip it instead. You came out of the toilet after cleaning yourself up, walking down the stairs to find Ajax. You roamed around aimlessly in the backyard until you saw him on the phone, talking to someone.

“You should sleep earlier, it’s not good for your health,” taking a puff out of his cigarette. “Yeah, love you too. Goodnight.” He smiles as he ends the call.

Love you too? So he does have a girlfriend, all that sweet talking down the drain. You sigh, boys will be boys. You didn’t understand why you were mad, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you definitely do not have a crush on him. So why? Maybe you were attached to him even though you just met him. Ajax disposes his cig on the ground and steps on it. “Oh y/n, why’re you out?”

“To return you your jacket,” you reply, taking off the jacket and shoving it in his chest. Without saying another word, you walked back into the house. Leaving Ajax dumbfounded in the backyard. You wanted to leave but you would rather get drunk and laid. You grab a beer from the counter, chugging down the entire can. Throwing away the empty can, you spot Thoma waving you over, “You okay?” He asks, concerned about you. “I wish I was,” you mumble softly. Thoma figures something happened between you and Ajax. “A bunch of my friends wanted to play truth or dare, you in?”

You have lost track of time, forgetting where you left your phone at. Now you’re following Thoma up the stairs, into a room with both alcohol and laughter. “Get off my fuckin’ bed.” Thoma orders right when he steps into the room, his room. He said that to Ayato who was on the bed making out with some girl. The scene made your cunt flutter a little. Thinking back to the last time you had sex, which was never. Yeah. You are a virgin at your age. For someone who goes to clubs and parties a lot, this was embarrassing news. It wasn’t as if you wanted to save it for someone you love. You were just picky with men. You were also scared of doing it, though you were always horny to get dicked down. After a while of chattering, everyone in the room sat in a circle. Some of them sitting close together, some lying down on their stomach. “C’mere,” Thoma pats the spot right in the middle of this legs. You were hesitant but sat down anyways.

“Right then, rules are that if you can’t speak the truth or do the dare, you drink.” A girl with gorgeous brown hair states.

“Hu Tao sit your ass down, i’m starting.” A pink haired girl complains. “Okay, let’s see.. Ayato!”

“Truth. You suck at giving truths Yanfei.” Ayato replies.

“No I dont! But is it true that you’re gay..?” While their conversations were going on, you body jolts when Thoma rests his hands on your thigh. Dangerously close to your red zone, but you ignored it for the time being. You didn’t know the people in the room except for Thoma and Ayato, so being fully honest, it’s boring. Eventually, Thoma’s name got brought up.

“Dare.” Thoma shifts his body closer to yours, his fingers now playing with the hem of your dress. You could feel yourself heating up, unsure if it was because of the alcohol or if you were getting needy. Your brain was starting to get tired and dizzy.

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641 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

cw: size kink

thinking about itto trying to fit his unimaginable huge cock into your tight cunt. him stretching you out while his fingernails are sinking into your hips. “i-itto,” you say as you place a hand on his lower stomach, trying to push him away, “wont fit, ‘s too big.” you hear him chuckle, “don’t worry, i’ll make it fit.” tears filling up your eyes as you feel him thrust his entire length into you, “fuck.. you’re so tight.” itto whispering how good it feels being inside of you while kissing you deeply. no words coming from your lips except choking sobs and your pretty moans.

757 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

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[dragonji]

good morning i finally managed to get a few hours of sleep however i did have a Very gay dream, mutuals only event below

hmm ok so beginning of dream was normal for me which means very hazy confusing and nothing really happened. i was in a 2 story house with wwx wn and someone else i sadly cant remember but we were just hanging out. this went on for a good chunk of the dream we were all just chilling and having a nice time. then wn and i went to a little side area off the main room downstairs to look at some pictures on the wall or something while wwx and mystery guy stayed on the couch in the living room. I know we were having an important conversation but honestly that left my mind very fast bc we ended up making out and it was wonderful (SORRY io for dream-kissing ur beloved i promise i am not trying to steal him) im not going into details but wow did not think my brain knew Any of that. Ahem anyways somehow i knew wwx and mysteryboy were Also making out and had a moment of guilt that i should be kissing wwx instead (in addition to wn? dream me was Fine w either) so we moved to go upstairs and collect wwx n partner on the way but i woke up before anything else happened. In conclusion Where is my Husband to give me the affection and gaykisses i so clearly require

[verytendou]

7 stories 7 first lines thanks for the tag @suckishima this seemed fun!!

1. Wakatoshi is 8 when he meets his best friend - Growing Pains (hq)

2. The first time it happens Megumi doesn’t really register what’s going on - The Kids Are(n’t) Alright (jjk)

3. Chikara takes a deep breath. Everything was fine, nothing was wrong, and he had nothing to worry about. - Mandarins (hq)

4. Looking back on it, Aran can pinpoint the exact moment it happened. - Up No More (hq)

5. This is so dumb, Tadashi thinks as he makes another X with his arms at Kageyama. This is the dumbest thing we have ever decided to do. - You’re My Best Friend (hq)

6. Bokuto rocks back on his heels as he watches the guard walk the new hires into the castle. He liked having new people around, they’d come from the outer regions of the realm and had never seen him before. - Mask of My Own Face (hq)

7. “Langa,” Reki sighs, “Just give up. There’s no way we’re making it back like this.” - WIP (sk8)

This was fun!! I think I’m a little embarrassed by how seemingly irrelevant to anything all my first lines tend to be;;; I really do rely on the context of my fic while writing those huh... maybe I’ll try to work on that!

Tagging @conartisthaiji !! But no pressure!!

[gerrydelano]

anyone: why do you order the same thing every time we go out

me: oh! you see, it’s what i order when i am Very afraid :-)

[kageyuji]

his friend accidentally confesses for him

⤷ iwaizumi, suna, bokuto, atsumu ; [gn!reader] — part 2

warnings/genre: fluff + vague jealousy in iwa’s, mention of osuna at the end of atsumu’s

notes: had a dream that iwa accidentally told me oikawa has feelings for me so here we are </3 rbs are appreciated :3

━━ iwaizumi;

ngl you probably would think he dislikes you bc his brain Shuts Down™ around you (he won’t admit that)

so that’s probably how the topic came up

but if you mention it to oikawa once (1) he’s bound to say something about iwa’s feelings for you eventually

you pouted at the way oikawa laughed. it seemed almost mocking, as though you weren’t already upset about the situation.

“it’s not funny!” you whined, then groaned as you bury your face in your hands. “him hating me is the opposite of what i want.”

oikawa attempted to talk, but the moment me tried he started laughing again. while you wanted to laugh with him, you were having an increasingly hard time finding a bright side to your current predicament.

“alright, listen,” oikawa tried again, though not without a few more giggles in between sentences. “he’s emotionally constipated. don’t think he’s ever flirted with someone in his life actually. so, he’s just having a hard time figuring out his feelings, cut him some slack.”

you were about to respond when you thought through his words again. what had he meant by iwaizumi’s feelings?

“his... what’s he figuring out?”

oikawa’s face paled as yours heated up. “i don’t think i was supposed to say that.”

meanwhile, iwaizumi was across the room getting more and more bothered. he trusted oikawa not to flirt with you, and even then the two of you weren’t in a relationship.

so why the hell did he have this sick feeling in his stomach?

the way oikawa laughed, the way you’d seemingly got flustered and then began to smile... don’t get him wrong, there’s nothing he loves more than your smile, but it’s different whenever it’s because of oikawa.

“hi.” iwaizumi spoke, somehow sounding annoyed with one word.

“oh, haha, i think i should go.” oikawa smiled innocently, getting up and patting iwaizumi on the back. “make sure to take y/n out sometime though, i think they figured out your little puppy crush.”

it was another few moments before iwaizumi unfroze and his mind processed everything. was that really what you got all flustered about?

“you- uhm. he wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“he also said you were ‘emotionally constipated’, was he not supposed to tell me that either?”

━━ suna;

suna knew that in some way, shape, or form, atsumu miya would be the death of him

didn’t really think it’d be like this though

swears he feels his heart stop whenever atsumu just,, says it so casually,,

everyone just kinda pauses to processes it (including atsumu lmao)

if atsumu smiled over at suna one more time, the latter swears he’s going to snap.

it was bad enough that atsumu had found out, but now he was acting so obvious about it. you kept knitting your eyebrows at the two of them, asking why atsumu is looking over to suna with a cheeky grin.

atsumu didn’t say anything, of course, just brushed off your question. however, it was always after receiving a kick from suna under the table.

“kick me again and i’ll tell them.” atsumu teased, knowing full well that he wouldn’t. he also seemed to forget that you were quite literally beside him.

“tell me what?”

“say anything and i’ll make osamu an only child.”

“can someone please tell me what you’re talking about?” you asked again. at this point you were growing a little insecure; what could they possibly want to hide from you so badly?

suna looked over to you to brush your question off again, but noticed the nervous, awkward look on your face. his eyes softened as he realized how you could easily see their exchange as a bad thing.

“uhm...” suna’s eyebrows pinned, trying to figure out a believable lie.

“suna turns soft whenever he talks about you, gets this really faint smile on his face? almost kinda creepy. anyways, he’s got feelings for you.”

suna’s gaze snapped to atsumu, whos expression dropped as he realized what he’d just said. it was quiet for another few moments before atsumu finally spoke.

“dude, what did you want me to do? they looked like they were gonna cry.”

“suna, is that true?”

atsumu smiled, pointing at the blush creeping its way to suna’s face. said boy wouldn’t look you in the eyes now, focused more on the table in front of him now. “look at him, like a little school boy with a crush.”

“miya-”

“if that’s all you were hiding, you don’t have to worry. but if atsumu really wants to make up for it, he can pay for us to go out sometime.”

suna looked up at you then, smiling. “deal.”

━━ bokuto;

ok honestly,, just give him a minute LMAO

he hears akaashi say it and a part of him knows that something is off about the statement

but he can’t think straight around you so he needs a second to process it </3

“akaashi, i don’t see the point in-” bokuto started and was cut off.

“there is a point,” akaashi said, smile making its way to his lips.

truth be told, akaashi was caught between the two of you. as much as he wanted to tell you that bokuto had feelings for you and vice versa, he’d promised both of you to keep his mouth shut about it. so, of course he’d stay quiet.

that didn’t change this fact that the whole situation was becoming increasingly more difficult to handle — bokuto had gotten to the point where he was accepting what he thought was bad news.

“hey,” you smiled as you walked over to the two of them, then took a seat across the table. “what are you two talking about?”

“nothing.” bokuto said quickly.

akaashi just smiled, you giving them both a quizzical look.

“it’s not nothing, just having a small disagreement about something.”

“yeah, it’s nothing important.” bokuto looked down and started tracing invisible lines on the table.

“since when was y/n ‘nothing important’?” akaashi teased, seemingly forgetting that you were beside him. “just a few seconds ago you were talking about how much you adore them, where... oh.”

the table was silent for a moment, with a very sleep-deprived akaashi wondering why he’d just said that. on the other hand, you and bokuto weren’t done letting his words sink in.

“i am... not really sorry,” akaashi spoke quickly, then stood and began to walk away. “have fun with that.”

it was quiet for another few moments before anyone spoke. bokuto had turned red to the tips of his ears and your heart felt like it was still stopped in your chest.

“bokuto...” you were hesitant to speak. “did he mean ‘adore’ like...”

“in that way, yeah. but that doesn’t have to change anything! we can stay friends if you want, i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

a smile worked at the corner of your lips. “and if i said i ‘adore’ you too?”

his eyes seemed to have dulled earlier, but when he looked over to you now you could see them brighten. they matched the smile that had appeared on his face.

“then i’d ask if you want to go someplace with me this weekend? just us?”

━━ atsumu;

ngl suna would do it on purpose 💀

suna teased the two of you about it, sometimes it happened to be in front of each other

but it was always vague and never straightforward, so suna didn’t think much of it whenever he said it

but whenever the words left his mouth and he sees the “i’ll kill you” seemingly written on atsumu’s face, he thinks he might have messed up

“move.” you pouted, swatting your hand at suna.

he just smiled and shook his head. it was supposed to be just he, you, and the two miyas hanging out together, but suna had decided to stretch himself across the couch.

“suna rintarou-”

“don’t call me that, you sound like my parent.”

“then move.” you said.

this time you reached out to grab his arm, making an attempt at pulling him up off the couch. he made himself dead weight though and refused to get up.

“if you wanna sit down so badly, go sit with your boyfriend.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.” you huffed and rolled your eyes, but could feel your face heat up.

“i think he’d like to be.”

it wasn’t until suna looked over to atsumu, then back up at you, that he realized he may have said something off. you let go of his arm and cast a look over your shoulder.

“would you?”

atsumu gave you a cocky smile, trying to act calm. and yet, his face was burning and his heart felt like it was gonna beat out of his chest.

“maybe.”

you smiled at that, giving up your fight against suna and opting to go sit down beside atsumu. “do it then, coward.”

“in a sec,” atsumu said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. he then leaned forward to yell down the hallway at his brother. “samu, your future boyfriend is in here.”

[ohmykazuha]

happier

order: MECHA (芽茶)

from the customer: childe x gn!reader (breakup)

warning: angst, hurt no comfort, crying, jealousy

a/n: inspired by my bae sarah and her unending love for happier. if yall need to cry tonight ig. fsdjkfghjsfd

We broke up a month ago

"C'mon, Childe!" You cheered, dragging your boyfriend along with you. The two of you were hanging out at the park, when you saw an extremely adorable dog you just had to chase after.

"(Y/N)! Slow down!" Your ginger laughed, running alongside you.

Your friends aren't mine, you know, I know

So why, why does it hurt so much? You curled into yourself, dragging the covers over yourself. The pain, the heartbreak – the hurt consumed you. When he left, so did all the connections, the socialites, the functions – you were nothing in society's eyes. As much as you hated to think, he was the one that made you special.

You've moved on, found someone new

"Childe... you won't leave me, right?" You asked, hopefully. Childe laughed lightly, kissing your cheek.

"I won't. You're too lovable." He replied, pinching your cheek.

"Aww, that's- AAH! Painful!"

One more girl who brings out the better in you

Your heart shattered, scrolling through the page you were too emotionally attached to block. All his posts, all the ones of you kissing his cheek, cuddled on his lap, making breakfasts with you... it was all gone. All the pics were replaced with that blonde girl you hated. She was so much slimmer than you. Prettier than you. Did he mean all the compliments?

And I thought my heart was attached

"I swear I'll never leave you, (Y/N). You mean too much to me for me to do so." Childe buried his head in yours.

"And I'm too stubborn to leave you. I don't care that you've been roped into the Fatui, it's alright. I'll be with you every step of the way."

For all the sunlight of our past

Looking through the albums and polaroids made your heart ache. Promises unkept, hearts broken, a love once so deep ended at the expense of a significant fear and insecurity.

Why did you leave me?

Was I not enough for you?

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty

That stupid blonde. Relationship ruiner, boyfriend stealer! She hurt you, you hated her. It was as simple as that. Her stupid dirty blonde hair. Her stupid, kind face. Her stupid.. her stupid... argh! You hated everything about her... or did you just hate her because she was with him?

Does she mean you forgot about me?

"I'll always remember you."

"I'll be here for you."

"You can come to me for anything, alright? I'll be here!"

Lies, lies lies, stupid lies. Everything that spat from his mouth was a lie.

Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go,

Tears rolled down your face as you recalled each and every hurtful word that hurled from him, breaking your defences and leaving you helpless.

"Why can't you stop being so emotional all the time?"

Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.

"Why can't you be better? I'm doing so much already."

And all I ever wanted was to be enough for you.

"I can't deal with this anymore. We're done, (Y/N)."

I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave.

So find someone great but don't find no one better... I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.

Have fun with her, Childe. I loved you.

aha now cry /j anws this was cool!!! im really proud of this! lets try to get it past 100 notes :D like/rb if you liked this!

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[caramellohigh]

bunnyhybrid!jeonghan x reader

genre: (eventual) smut, (a generous amount of?) angst, fluff, hybrid!au

warning/s: none for this chapter

word count: 1.1k

synopsis: Minghao impulsively adopts a hybrid for you and you hate him for it. But after getting to know your new hybrid, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You’ve gained a new friend, a companion and… perhaps more?

a/n: waddup sweet peas. welcome, welcome! how’re we doing after the MV drop, album release and first comeback stage? it's been hours since then but i'm still not over it TT_TT hope y’alls are doing better than i am though lol also hope the first chap’s interesting enough for you to comeback! please leave some feedback if you could. my ask is always open <3

also, i based this whole story off this picture i found on twt but it’s buried somewhere in my camroll :’) i’ll rb if i find it lol

Chapter 1

“You need a companion!”

“No, I fucking don’t!”

You’re pissed, brows furrowed angrily, gripping your phone a little tighter than you should be. You just don’t fucking get it. You and your best friend were just catching up with each other, talking about random things, then he so casually says, “Oh, by the way, I got you a hybrid!”

A what? What the fuck has gotten into him? Why’d he make such a random decision? And without consulting you about it too!

“Well, I already adopted him under your name. You don’t have a choice!” You could only groan. “Gee, thanks a lot, best friend. So nice of you to make decisions for me.” Hao says your name in warning and you roll your eyes even if he can’t see, “I just-- Why would you do that? I literally killed the cactus you gave me a few months ago... How do you expect me to take care of a whole hybrid?!”

“You can, okay? This’ll be good for you!”

Good for you? You have no idea what he’s talking about. How the fuck is giving you more responsibility going to be good for you?

“Doubt it.”

“Just--”

Minghao pauses and sucks in a deep breath. He’s usually a very calm and level-headed person but you really do test his patience sometimes. Clearing his throat, he tries again in a softer voice, “Just start cleaning up now so your place will be ready for tomorrow, alright? We’ll probably get there just in time for lunch.”

You groan again and cross your arms over your chest, phone haphazardly placed between your shoulder and ear, “Whatever. I’m hanging up.” And you do, hearing him shout, “Clean!” into the receiver before you let your phone drop onto your couch.

Your head whips around your unruly living room, which is definitely not the only part of your apartment that is a total mess right now. No, you’re not a total slob. In fact, cleaning is one of the things you do to relieve stress. It’s just that you haven’t been feeling the best lately so your home has been neglected.

A sense of dread floods your system, urging you to heave a deep sigh.

Cleaning your entire place is one thing but your best friend’s little news for you is a completely different story, a completely different headache. Stupid Hao and his stupid attempt to help you feel better. You appreciate his concern for you, you really do, but you don’t understand the need to bring someone in your life so suddenly like this.

“You need a companion,” he said.

“It’ll be good for you,” he said.

Bullshit.

You hate him so much right now you can’t even begin to describe it! But still... you no longer have a choice. It’s not like you can turn the hybrid down and send him back to the shelter. You don’t have the heart to do that...

Defeated, you lift your butt off the couch, scanning the area once again as roll your sleeves up to your elbows and try to figure out where the fuck you were even going to start.

The next day, you wake up feeling grumpy and uneasy at the exact same time, the two clashing emotions creating an uncomfortable whirlpool inside of you. You’re still pissed at your best friend for randomly getting you a fucking hybrid (you don’t even know what kind yet) but you’re also nervous as fuck about actually meeting them.

Just the thought of sharing the same roof with a living being again makes your palms all sweaty. You’ve lived alone for so long you’ve forgotten what it’s like to have someone else around the house. Or more accurately, you’ve just been so used to being alone; period.

You barely talk or socialize with anyone unless it’s work-related or if it’s Minghao so you don’t quite know how you’re going to adjust to all this. “It’ll be fine! No big deal. You’ve had roommates before. It’s fine…” you mumble to yourself, looking at the mirror saying one thing but thinking another, wringing your hands.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Click.

“We’re here!” You let out a tiny yelp at Minghao’s volume. You can hear him lugging something heavy into your apartment, followed by a small thud of another something being dropped on your coffee table. “Shit! Okay, uhm...” Fidgeting with your clothes and hair one last time, you finally leave your bedroom.

“You can set that in the corner over the– Oh, hey!” Hao sends you a bright smile the moment he sees your head poking out the corner. He automatically opens his arms, meeting you halfway to give you a big hug.

You smile right back at him and wrap your arms around him tightly. You want to cry. You want to just stand there and never let your best friend go because as much as you hate to admit it, you missed him so, so much, way more than you expected.

After what you’ve been through a couple days back, his embrace meant the absolute world and you had no idea you needed it until this very moment. Everything you felt prior, the annoyance, the nerves and doubts, seemed to just evaporate into thin air.

“It’s so good to see you, Hao,” you mumble, eyes closing to savor his warmth and comfort. “You too, missy. I’m sorry I can’t visit often...” he mumbles back, hugging you a little tighter. There’s a few beats of silence between you but it’s filled with quiet affection and solace.

Gently, you pat his back and pull away, giving his arms a light squeeze as a way to silently assure him that it’s okay. He sighs, nodding before turning around, “Come over here, Han. Lemme introduce you to your new owner.”

Oh, right… You almost forgot what he’s actually here for.

You unconsciously gulp as you shift your eyes to look at the figure by the door, your new hybrid companion offering you a timid smile the moment your eyes lock. He takes a few steps closer, a box of his belongings in arms. You try to reciprocate his smile but you’re too in your head to actually do it, a whole epiphany unfolding before you.

He’s literally just... a guy with some physical features of his animal counterpart, some dude with floppy bunny ears slack against his head. His bright yet naturally droopy eyes stare into yours, dancing at the sight of you.

“This is Jeonghan, your new bunny hybrid!”

You can’t exactly see it but his tail raises happily behind him at the introduction. “Hi,” he murmurs, giving you a small wave with his adorable sweater paw. You’re not processing much right now but one thing’s for sure: he’s fucking adorable. You actually want to squeal.

He walks further into your home and sets the box he’s holding to the side while you pull yourself together enough to dumbly stutter out your name. He repeats in a soft voice, nn angelic smile tugging on his face.

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[tsukishumai]

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader wc: 1k+ genre: angst, fluff, reincarnation au warnings: major character death, mentions of violence a/n: happy birthday, hajime <3

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Each jagged breath that entered your lungs had stabbed at your chest like a thousand knives, and your steps echoed off the empty palace walls in tune with the thunderous beating of your heart.

You nearly crashed into the doors that led outside, the freezing night air a sudden shock to your system, but none of that mattered to you. All you could think about was getting to him.

Fear washed over you with each second that passed, engulfing you in a cold sweat that had nothing to do with the speed at which you were sprinting to the courtyard.

Small figures begin to come into view, circling around a man that had been brought down to his knees.

“Stop!!” You screamed, voice cracking into the silent night, hoping against hope that time and fate were on your side.

All heads turned towards your desperate plea, and a sob broke out from your throat at the sight of Iwaizumi in chains.

You ran faster than you had thought possible, having every intention to throw yourself upon the man whose love for you had sealed his own fate.

Your momentum had been interrupted by strong arms that had hastily wrapped around your body, lifting you off your feet before you could get any further.

“No! No,” you begged, kicked and screamed at the guards that had slowly dragged you away — guards that had sworn oaths to protect you with their lives. “You can’t do this!”

Iwaizumi looked up at you sadly, one eye slowly filling with tears while the other had been swollen shut. He tried to give you a reassuring smile, but the cuts and bruises all over his face had made it difficult for him to offer any expression.

“Y/N —“

“That’s enough.”

A fresh wave of tears had carved a path down your stained cheeks, glaring at your father as if he were a the scum of the earth. He motioned for the guards to release you, and the moment your feet had touched the ground, they were rushing towards Iwaizumi.

You fall down to your knees as you throw your arms around his neck, desperately attempting to shield him with your entire body. Iwaizumi holds back a strangled cry as he buries his face in your neck, struggling against the bindings that firmly kept his arms behind his back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your skin, and you could feel a seething rage begin to cloud your vision.

“How could you do this?” You shrieked onto deaf ears, pointing an accusing finger at your father. “I love him!”

Your father simply sighed, a cold and unforgiving sound as he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He looked down at you with apathy, as if your heartbreak was just a minor inconvenience.

“I love him!” You screamed again, “Please.”

Your heart stopped when your father takes a step towards you, not uttering a single word. Then another. And another, until he stood directly in front of you.

He wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb, clicking his tongue before shaking his head.

“I know you do,” he says sadly, “But his love for you is treason. This must be done.”

“No,” you begged, turning away from your father to face Hajime. The corner of his lip attempting to lift into a smile yet again, and you couldn’t allow this to be the last time you see him— not like this. You cup his face into your hands, resting your forehead against his.

“It’s okay,” he lies, and you could feel his will beginning to wane.

“No, Hajime —“

Pain shot through your arm when a rough hand grabs you, yanking you harshly away from the handsome foot soldier that dared to love the emperor’s daughter.

“Hajime!” You reach your hand out to him in despair, grasping for the future that could never happen for the two of you.

He finally grins at you gently, with the very same grin that followed the first time he confessed to you under the soft glow of the moon, He tilts his head to the side the way he does every time he bids you goodnight, before slipping into the dark shadows away from any prying eyes.

“I’ll come find you,” he quietly promises, “In another life. In every life.”

You howled your anguish out into the night sky, helpless against the men that dragged you away from Iwaizumi Hajime for the very last time.

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You flinch as your hand makes contact with another, awkwardly retracting away from the 10kg dumbbell you were trying to pick up.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” a familiar voice quickly apologized, and you quickly pulled out your headphones to acknowledge the apology. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s alright, you could… go… ahead…”

Your voice trails off when you meet olive green eyes, breath hitching in your throat as you find yourself caught under the stranger’s heavy gaze.

The man that stood in front of you was jaw droppingly handsome, obviously toned figure hidden under athletic clothing. He stood just a few inches away from you, and you could hear the music that blasted through his earphones. He stared down at you silently, something that had earned other men a thrown punch or two from you in the past.

You were sure you had never met this man before. Yet, the longer you stood his presence, the harder you were able to deny the indescribable pull you felt towards him. Everything about him was familiar — and you couldn’t but feel like suddenly, you were home.

“Have we… met before?” He asks, almost as if reading your mind.

His voice snaps your attention back into the present, and you scramble to recover from the fool you were sure you were about to make for yourself.

“Uhm… I don’t think so,” you replied, holding out a hand, “I’m L/N Y/N.”

He places his palm into your hand, and as soon as your skin made contact, you knew.

“I’m Iwaizumi Hajime.”

You had loved this man before.

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[harryhandstan]

so..I hate that this is so late but happy to finally have this done and be posting it for y’all! hope you enjoy! thank you to my betas @tbslenthusiast, @serendipitystyles, and @summertimestyles​ you’re all angels!! also sham was so kind to help me create a playlist for this fic which you can find here!

this is for @taintedwonder​‘s Styles Valentine’s Day fic challenge and most of the photos from the header were my inspo along with prompts 3. Can you just hold my hand? and 6. Let’s run away together.

as always any likes, rbs, replies, and feedback is welcome and very much appreciated!

word count: 4.1k

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You can read his face before he even opens his mouth to speak.

“You have to leave again, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer at first, just joins you where you sit on the bed, an arm around your waist to urge you closer to him. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, as if that will soothe the sting of what he’s about to say. He buries his face into your neck before he speaks.

“Only for a little while, angel.”

You don’t respond by returning the kiss like you normally would, narrowing your eyes down to where he’s hiding his face, “How long is a ‘little while’?” 

“You could always come with me, y’know..” 

He’s avoiding the answer and he knows it, eyes darting up only briefly to look at your face. 

“How long, Harry?”

He’s fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt now, focusing on the loose thread hanging instead.

You nudge him lightly, pulling his attention back up to you, “Just say it! How long?”

He sucks in a big breath before releasing it and then the words come out in a rush, “A few weeks, possibly a month.”

You have to take your own deep breath before asking, “When do you have to leave?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“Promise.”

“My flight’s on the 14th.”

“February 14th? As in we don’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together?”

“M’so sorry, love, I really thought we were gonna get to spend the day together.” 

He’s pulled back from where he was hiding his face, studying yours now. It hurts him to see the disappointment written there; the pinch in your brow, the downturned corners of your mouth, the way your eyes have temporarily lost their shine and fallen misty.

“Ya really could come with me, y’know. Take a bit of time off, would do you some good to take a break.”

He knows better, knows it’s just a fantasy that you would ever be able to get that much time off from work to be able to travel with him.

“C’mon, love, let’s run away together.”

The way he’s looking at you know, it really wouldn’t take much more convincing to turn his fantasy into a reality.

“What am I gonna do when I’m cold and don’t have you as my personal heater to help me get warm?”

“S’why I left you my pillow to snuggle with. There’s a ton of extra blankets too, use as many of those as ya need.”

How could you explain that no amount of warmth from any blanket would ever compare to his? A blanket wasn’t capable of softly brushing your hair back from your face or tenderly pressing it’s lips to yours as you drift off to sleep. You open your mouth to try to illustrate such facts, but you close your mouth just as quick. You aren’t trying to be difficult or clingy, and you don’t want your last bit of time together to be filled with your complaints.

That thought only lasts for a moment, your anxiety building with each mile closer to the airport, “Well what do I do when your pillow doesn’t smell like you anymore?”

“I’ll try to be back before that happens, deal? Besides, you’ve got a whole drawer of my t-shirts to sleep in too. They all smell like me, right?”

“They do, but, Harry..what if..”

“Shh, hey, we’ve been through this before, right? S’gonna be hard for me to be away from you too, but I promise we’ll be alright. You can call me anytime you’re missin’ me, remember?”

His voice is that of someone trying to pacify a small child just before a tantrum, and you feel as though you’re being whiny and unreasonable. Missing him when he was away was almost unbearable though; everything seemed heavy and dimmer and you know it would feel like an eternity before you were together again. 

“Promise we’ll make up today the second I come home. You plan the whole day and just tell me when and where to show up, okay?’

The fact that it was Valentine’s Day didn’t matter so much to you. You and Harry made it a point throughout your days spent together to express your love to one another whenever you could, so today was really just..another day to spend together. So it’s missing him that has tears forming in your eyes again, just as they had the night before.

“Can you just hold my hand? Until..” You don’t finish the sentence, letting your voice trail off so he won’t hear it break.

“‘Course I can, baby.” He offers his hand, never taking his eyes off the road even as he lifts your hand to his mouth to place a kiss to the back of it.

Though you know he would never admit to it, you swear you feel the speed of the car slow just the tiniest bit, Harry wanting to add as much to your limited time together as he can.

Despite it still being light outside, coming home to the space you normally share together alone makes you want to do nothing but crawl right back in bed. It’s mid-afternoon and with Harry not home to motivate you to do something more productive, that’s exactly what you aim to do.

After dropping your purse and keys near the door and double checking the locks, you’re startled by the sight of a bouquet of bright pink roses adorning your dining room table. They definitely weren’t there when you left, and you pluck the small card nestled between the flowers with your name scrawled across the front. It’s Harry’s almost illegible handwriting and the sight of it makes your heart soar with excitement before you flip it open to read the message. 

It’s simple and small, more of his writing scratched across the cream colored paper in bold, black ink. Love, love, love, H. There’s a badly drawn heart underneath the note, and that makes you giggle out loud, filling the silence. If Harry were here, he’d have some cheeky comment about how adorable your laughter is, how he loved the sound of it.

“Don’t want you moping around the whole time m’gone, yeah? Promise me y’ll do more than just sulk around the place until I get back?” This reminder was given just before he’d had to rush off to catch his plane, giving you no time to offer him much more than a quick peck and a sad smile as an agreement. 

So technically what you plan to do would not be considered breaking a promise, just..catching up on the sleep you would’ve gotten if you hadn't had to wake up so early to ride with Harry to the airport. Normally that was something you would decline to do, preferring to sleep in, which Harry usually was fine with; but this time he had insisted on you accompanying him on his drive, wanting to get as much time with you on this day as he could. 

Just as you're about to venture down the hallway to the bedroom, you spot another item you’re sure hadn’t been on your coffee table earlier that morning when you’d left. It’s a medium sized box, messily wrapped with red paper and tied with purple ribbon and a bow. It’s quite heavy when you lift it, so you sit on the nearby couch to avoid dropping it. You waste no time tearing the paper away, lifting the lid to reveal a candle surrounded by tissue paper. 

There’s a pack of two lighters wedged next to the candle, and you curiously pull it from the box first to see more of Harry’s handwriting on a red sticky note. 

Baby you light up my world like nobody else...

That pulls another laugh from you, this one is bigger and echoes through the dimly lit space. The candle itself is a scent he knows you love, and you bring it closer to your face and inhale deeply. The smell of it helps ease even more of the unease and sadness of him being gone. You dig your phone out of your pocket to check the time and try to calculate whether his plane has landed and he would be able to answer a call from you. 

You ultimately decide to nap first and give him a chance to get settled. He would most likely be calling you later anyway, missing you just as much as you missed him and wanting to hear your voice. You could thank him then for the flowers, candle, and the laugh. So you continue your journey to the bedroom, slipping out of your clothes and sliding open the drawer of Harry’s t-shirts. He’s right, they do all smell like him and you run your fingers along the soft fabrics before selecting one. 

It’s plain white, one of his undershirts normally tucked beneath his expensive button ups and ruffles, but today it’s perfect and comforting attire to doze off in. It’s loose and just long enough on you that you don’t feel the need to put on a pair of your pj shorts with it, The bed is still messy from the morning, and you swear you can still see the outline of where Harry’s body normally tucks next to you on his side. You pull the blanket back and crawl into your usual spot, but it doesn’t feel right; it’s too empty and quiet without Harry. 

You grab his pillow from his side and try your best to replicate the way you would curl yourself around him if he was here. It takes a bit of time to adjust, but eventually you give up and just try to relax into the mattress as much as possible, covering your head slightly with the blanket to surround yourself with warmth.

You peek through the space uncovered to the alarm clock on the bedside table on Harry’s side, the bright red letters read 12:32 p.m. and you let out a deep sigh before drifting off to sleep. If you weren’t so tired, the thought that crosses your mind might just make you laugh again.

Alone in bed in the afternoon on Valentine’s Day. What a shame. 

You wake with a start, bolting upwards at the sound of your phone ringing loudly from somewhere near the bed. You don’t even bother to open your eyes to see who it is, just following the motions to answer and plop back down onto your spot as you let out an almost breathless and groggy “hello?”

“Not missin’ me too much, I see, took you a whole minute to answer,'' You know he’s joking by the hint of amusement in his voice and relief floods through your chest before any other feeling at the idea of him making it safely to his destination, “You alright, love? Sound a bit outta breath. Having some fun in our bed without me?”

“I..no, I was napping, promise, your call just scared me awake..how did you know I’m in bed?”

“I’m only teasing. Just a guess, figured you’d find your way back to the bed not long after you got home.”

“Found the flowers and the candle. Your note on the lighters made me laugh, thank you. How’d you do that though? They weren’t there when we left for the airport and you didn’t come back in.”

“Had one of my assistants drop the flowers off, and the candle’s been stashed in the closet for a week so she set it out for me while she was there. Wish I could’ve been there to see your face and hear that laugh,” He giggles at the thought of it, “S’that all you found? The flowers and the candle? I assume you found the one in the bathroom too, right?”

You’re more alert now, sitting up again to try to process what he’s saying more easily, “What do you mean? There’s more? The bathroom?”

“A few more, yeah. Hid here and there for you to find.”

“You left me a scavenger hunt? Do I at least get clues to help me find them all?”

“I’ve just given you one, haven’t I? Might be persuaded to give you a few more later.”

You’re up off the bed now, making your way to the bathroom where another surprise awaits. You hesitate for only a moment, stopping just as you reach the door.

“What’s in the bathroom? More flowers? One of those big, fluffy teddy bears?”

“M’not gonna tell you! You gotta go in to find out!”

Flipping on the light switch has you gasping at what you see. A heart, entirely made from more red sticky notes, each one embellished with reminders of his love for you. You stumble over words, trying to form a coherent response.

He senses your shock even through the phone and graciously gives you a moment before asking, “S’the heart all wonky or does it look nice? Told them to make it as straight as possible.”

“H..it’s beautiful! How did you have time to write all these before you left?”

“Finished up most of them last night after you fell asleep. They came to me a lot easier with my muse snoring next to me.” 

You truly don’t know what to say to that. You’ve never had someone be so bright and loud with their love for you and just this simple expression makes you feel so incredibly special and loved.

You know that emotion is flowing through the phone when he speaks again, softer and lower, “Y’sure you won’t let me fly you out here to be with me?”

There’s the sound of another voice before Harry barks out another laugh, “Jeff says m’proper miserable without you. He said he’d pay you whatever your salary would be for the next month just to have you here.”

“Tempting, but..” Harry knows how much you love your job and how such a long absence would jeopardize the career you’ve built, so you know he probably won’t mention it again.

“Technically it was gonna be part of my present for you, so..I’ll give you another clue.”

“How very generous of you, H. Will this one make me cry too?”

“Maybe. Knowing you, probably,” You roll your eyes but listen for further instructions, “Just remember I had to rush and there’s still a few I didn’t get to add but, go get your laptop.”

“What’d you do to my laptop?”

“Would ya just go get it? C’mon I’ve gotta hang up soon and I wanna hear your reaction before I hafta go.” 

“Alright, I got it. What now?”

“Go to your music library.” He gives you a moment to navigate through your programs, “Should be a playlist there with your name on it, lovie. Wait, are you already crying?”

“Shut up! Yes!” You wipe at your eyes with the hem of his t-shirt you’re still wearing as you try to read over the list of songs, “This is so sweet! The flowers, the candle, the heart and now this. Harry..I didn’t get you anything and you did all this for me. Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you more,” You can just picture the smug smile on his face, pleased that he’s done a good job of surprising you, “You can make it up to me later.” 

“Don’t push your luck there, H. You’ve just been forgiven, I still have time to change my mind, you know.” 

“I know. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” You hear what you assume to be Jeff’s voice again in the background, “I gotta go, babe. I’ll try to call again later, alright?”

“Wait! I don’t get any more clues? Can you at least tell me how many more are left?”

“S’no fun for me if I give away all my secrets now, is it?”

It’s only a day later when you find yourself in the kitchen, uncertain about what to make for dinner, eyes scanning over the ingredients in your pantry. Your laptop sits on the counter nearby, and you hum along to My Girl playing through the speakers, a song selected for you by Harry for the playlist he recently made for you.

You’re about to give up and heat up your leftovers from the Italian take-out you had treated yourself to the night before, when you spot the pack of Haribo gummy bears wedged in the corner. You almost have to stand on your tip-toes to reach it, and when you run your hand along the shelf you find another bag of sweets not far from the gummy bears. You smile down at the two bags, his favorite candy and yours sitting side by side.

There’s another of Harry’s red sticky notes on the pack of gummy bears: Being away from you is unBEARable. More of his cheesy jokes you’re sure he thought of himself. Your candy is void of any words, just another messily drawn heart, this time with your name in the middle. 

You decide to FaceTime him this time, wanting to see his face. It only takes 3 rings for him to answer, a tender “Hi, baby.” falling from his lips. The room he’s in is dimly lit, but you can still see him well enough to notice his hair is damp. His curls are more pronounced than usual, which was a sign he’d been too tired to much more than probably run his fingers through after his shower.

“Found another of your surprises.” You hold the candy up for him to see and he smiles.

“Better save me some of those Haribo, and not just all the colors ya don’t like either.”

You tear open the bag, sticking your tongue out at him before popping a few into your mouth, “I might, if you tell me where all the other surprises are.”

You can see him temporarily consider it, biting his bottom lip and meeting your gaze before he shakes his head, “Nah. I will tell you there’s only one more though..well, depends on how you look at it, but to me they only count as one.”

“They?”

He mimics locking his lips, and you decide to drop it for now, knowing you would most likely have to trick or beg him to tell you later. You’d let him think he won. For now.

You roll the top of the bag of candy down, opening the cabinet to tuck them back into the same corner you found them in. They just didn’t taste the same without him there to enjoy them with you. Plus you still had a still had leftover garlic knots and mushroom ravioli you planned to dig into later.

“S’that the playlist I made for you? Sounds like it.”

The song has changed to At Last, Etta James’ voice filling the small kitchen, “Yeah. I love this song.”

“Me too. Reminds me of you now..my love,” You sway a bit to the music before stopping, leaning forward to where your phone is propped on the counter, “Wish I was there t’dance with you.”

You try your best to hold back your emotions of missing him, but you imagine how he would rest his hands on your hips if was here. How he would spin you to face him and move his hands to rest on your back while he led you around in a slow circle across the floor. It wasn’t just his hands you longed for, it was the way he would bend to your ear to sing along to whatever song you were dancing to, especially one like this he knew you loved. You missed his voice in person, the way it would surround you with a comfort and peace you’d never be able to replicate with anything else. 

No matter what you do you can’t stop your thoughts from trailing to how when the song was over, he would lift you to sit on the counter and kiss your forehead. You’re wearing one of his hoodies tonight, and you pull the sleeve down over your hands to use to try to quickly wipe away any tears before he sees them. Once you feel you’ve reined in your emotions to the best of your abilities, you clear your throat before speaking again.

“I miss you, H.”

“I miss you too, angel.”

The music has changed again, Don’t Worry Baby by The Beach Boys lifting the mood enough you don’t feel so heavy and overwhelming with your yearning for him. You take a deep breath, planning to ask him about his day, but before you have a chance he says, “Go to your bedside table. The top drawer.”

“What?”

“M’tryin’ to tell you where your last surprise is. Go to our bedroom and look in the drawer. I’ll wait.”

You flash him a smile before turning to make your way out of the kitchen, through your living room and down the hall to your bedroom. It takes a bit of searching before you uncover a stack of bright, pastel colored envelopes tied together with the same purple ribbon as the candle from the day before. You work quickly to untie the knot and turn the lamp on so you can read the front of each one. There’s 4 total; open when you need a laugh, open when you miss my hugs, open when you need a reminder of my love, open when you miss me.

You tear into the final one immediately, setting the others aside for later. It’s not very long, the perfect length to boost your spirit even further. Just the thought of him taking time to sit down and write his expression of love for you makes you grin, and has that same feeling of being loved spreading through you as it did the previous day when you saw the heart on the bathroom mirror.

You had almost forgotten leaving him on hold in the kitchen until you hear, even from 3 rooms away, the sound of him singing along to whatever song is playing now. You close your eyes, picturing for a moment that it’s a typical night when he’s home, darting around the kitchen while he makes dinner or puts dishes away.  

You make your way back through the house to him, envelope in hand. Each one had been a different color so the second he sees which one you have his eyes brighten, his smile growing bigger the closer you get.

“Of course you opened that one first. Did y’like it?”

You shake your head no, breaking into a laugh when you see the look of disappointment on his face, “I loved it. Very charming of you to do all this just for me, H.”

“Yeah? I did a good job surprising you then?”

You roll your eyes. This man and his need for praise was too much, but he was yours, and you were his and you would do anything to assure him that you loved him just as much as he loved you.

“You did an amazing job, really, Harry. I never expected you to be able to do so much so last minute.”

His mouth drops open in mock dismay, looking down and shaking his head, “I can’t believe you would ever doubt me!”

You don’t say anything, just shake your own head at his teasing, sharing a look of adoration before you look away.

“Hey, did I leave my lip balm there? The coconut kind I use before bed? Thought I had it in my duffel but I couldn’t find it when I got here.” 

“Yep. I used it earlier when I got out of the shower. Want me to send it to you?”

“Nah, you don’t have to, but..you could bring it to me in person if you wanted.” 

“I would if I could, Harry.”

The tone of a new text from your phone startles you, and you try to suppress your elation as best you can at who it’s from. It’s Jeff, confirming the time of your flight he’d helped you schedule for the following day. Harry knows you too well, would instantly be able to read your face and be suspicious of what you were up to. You step away from his line of sight to let the thrill run through you, to let it fully wash over you so he wouldn’t see. You return as quickly as you can, brushing it off as if you’d just gotten a text from your boss or a friend. He was oblivious, none the wiser at what you were planning.

It was your turn to surprise him. 

[spaceorphan18]

@ckerouac 

Okay R.B. I have watched the first two episodes of Ted Lasso.  

My thoughts. 

Ted Lasso seems very sweet and I do not want anyone messing with that.  

This does completely feels like the inverse of Schitt’s Creek.  

There’s a line in the first episode that, paraphrasing, is something about - he’s mad now? Wait until I win him over.  I feel like that line was directed at me, by RB, about this show. 

The writing is very clever and smartly written.  There are a lot of smaller lines buried within the bulk of it that I do appreciate. 

These guys all seem to be assholes - I am looking forward to watching them succumb to Ted Lasso’s positivity.  

I like the assistant coach beard guy.  I can hear RB giggling over there on the East Coast every time Ted makes him say something that rhymes.  

The dude with lots of hair - Roy? You know he’s the silent, bulky dude with a heart of gold buried really, really far beneath, isn’t he? 

I don’t like that jamie kid, and I suppose there’s an arc there.  Still, he’s going to be an asshat for a while. 

Honey - why are you dating this asshat? 

Alright, then there’s blonde lady who I will someday remember her name.  At first I thought she was very funny.  Now I’m mad at her for this set up.  I assume at some point I’ll like her again - because she seems to be a favorite based on the number of gifs that go by.  

I do think her assistant is hilarious, though, because he’s so arch-villain side kick.  

Those are my thoughts.  

I may watch a couple more and give you more thoughts afterwards! 

[asktherexsquad]

Is everything really alright between RB and Rex now?

Rex was staring down at Rem, snuggled up to a bean bag and fast asleep. He had always been a lightweight... Hopefully he could sleep it off just fine. Sleep it all off and have everything be better in the morning...

Rocket glances up at him from where he had placed another couch cushion, frowning at the sight of his boyfriend's melancholy expression. ... What's the matter Rex?

"... A... Am I a bad person...?" he asks out of the blue, voice small.

Before Rocket can answer, RB looks up at Rex with a sad and shocked expression, and he instantly moves to give Rex a tight hug. You're a wonderful person Rex!! He exclaims defiantly.

Rex holds on tightly to RB, squeezing his eyes shut. "But... But I hurt you so bad...!!"

Rocket's eyes widen with understanding at Rex's tearful proclamation. So that was what this was about... Rex did tend to get overly emotional when he drank. He'd almost forgotten.

... He'd leave it to RB, as the one Rex has the conflict with, but if his less-than-lucid buddy needed him to step in he would. For now, he thinks as he looks back down, he'd focus on setting up the 'beds.'

RB shushes him gently, and nuzzles into his hair, squeezing him tighter in a reassuring way. Nah, ya didn... And besides, I hurt you too! But, ya don think I'm a bad person, do ya?? He asks, turning to look at Rex seriously.

Rex sniffles and shakes his head, unable to look RB in the eye. "Nnn... No... But... You didn't start it, I-I did, and... And I made it worse and... I... I made you do it...!" Rex's entire body tenses with the effort of holding back tears. "And now... you're leaving, and... and I never had the chance to mmmake it up to you...!!"

Yooou did though! We apol- apoloa... Said sorry! We made up! And we, we had some fun tonight yeah? You showed me a good time, let me have a home here, you've been wonderful! RB says, shaking his head as he starts rocking with Rex in his arms in a reassuring way.

Rex buries his face in RB's shoulder, fingers digging into his vest. "An 'I'm sorry' isn't enough... I... I really care about you! And I... I did such a bad thing, hhhurting you... where it hurts most....!! I o-owe you more than 'sorry'...!"

Not even Rocket can ignore the painful twinge in his heart at Rex's words. And Rocket can't deny he was at least partly right. RB and Rex hadn't spent much time together since the fight and before this going-away party. There has been a lot of uncertainty between them, only just now shaken free by alcohol.

RB shakes his head, eyes closed tight, nuzzling into Rex in an effort to try and calm him down. He didn't want him to be sad! This was supposed to be happy!

Rex! I forgive you! I already did but, I'm doing it again! Cuz yur my friend... And this goodbye isn't forever. I'm comin back, and we're gonna have even more good times, like we had to night, cuz... Yur my super special best friend!

Rex gives a laugh that might have been a sob, squeezing RB tightly.

... Really...? After all Rex had done, RB really wanted to call him that...??

"... You're my best friend too RB... The best, most special friend I ever... ever had." Rex relaxes slightly, his hold not as desperately tight anymore. "... I wanna be your friend... So don't you forget to come back..."

I could never forget! I won't forget... You're my best friend! I'll be back! I'll be back before you know it, I swear. He says sweetly, as he closes his eyes, humming affectionately at him.

Rex sighs, relaxing completely. "... Good. I got... a lot of making up to do. We got a lot of stuff to do together."

And you two can have fun dreaming about it. Rocket waves to get their attention, grinning as he gestures to the 'beds' on the floor, comprised of couch cushions and bean bags. Go on, get comfy!

Okay! RB says happily, standing up with Rex still in his arms, staggering over to the makeshift bed, and turning so he lands on his back, and giggling as Rex lands on to of him, their arms still tightly wrapped around each other in a hug.

Rex's flustered yell is cut off by a grunt as he falls onto RB, turning deep red and trying to push himself off. Even when drunk, it seemed like he still had his pride! "RB! H-heyy! What's the... big idea??"

Rocket can't help but laugh this time. Not 'what the fuck,' but 'what's the big idea', yeah, because that was Rex!!

Wot? I didn't want to let go! Yur warm, and yur sleepy, so you needed to get in bed quick! And I wanted you to really, really know that I do actually like you, cuz yur amazing Rex! he praises enthusiastically, grinning excitedly.

Rex stares at him for a moment. And then a look of horrified embarrassment crosses his face, and he faceplants into RB's chest. "B... Be quiet!!"

Rocket chuckles to himself, sitting down in one of the chairs at the card table. Go easy on him RB, you know he flusters easily.~

RB giggles excitedly, nuzzling into Rex's hair, finding the man's flustered embarrassment extremely entertaining. Oh don't worry, I will do!~

Rocket winks at RB, all too familiar with the feeling. A flustered Rex not only was cute, but was also very good for cuddling.~

He was sure they'd all sleep just fine.

And, once the raptors had quietly and carefully tucked them all in with blankets from the rec rooms-- one for Rem, one for the cuddling pair, and one for Rocket sprawled out on the table-- they certainly did.

[0wllight]

felt soft again so i wrote another ten and cypher fic hehehe. FLUFF TIME

word count: 739 warnings: none. just tooth rotting fluff LOL

under the cut for length! im too lazy to tag people for this rb if you want

Every morning felt unfamiliar to Ten- they had been alone for so long, it was like a temporary shock when they woke up, finding someone next to them in bed. Something they never expected, no matter how many times it happened.

This morning was no exception, their heart skipping a beat as they awoke, the unfamiliar grip around them quickly becoming familiar as they remembered Cypher’s presence, his hold around them tight yet comforting. Quietly, they looked at him, their heart swelling with love as they gazed upon his peaceful sleeping face.

It was so rare that they ever saw him seem completely at ease, except for mornings like these. It was mornings like these they wished lasted forever, an overbearing feeling of bliss they experienced as they looked upon him, his breath soft, tickling their nose.

He was vulnerable in this state, there only for them to look upon, and they knew he hated feeling vulnerable- but they were an exception. He had let down all his walls for them, and they relished every second he put aside to spend with them.

A smile on their face, they moved aside a strand of hair resting on his nose, one that had been obstructing their view of his peaceful expression. They wanted to see him better, admire him more. But it was in that moment he stirred, seemingly awoken by the contact.

They were seemingly shameless in their attention as they continued to look upon him as he rubbed his eyes, exhaustion still present in them, yet he smiled gently as his gaze met theirs, every morning them being the first person he saw as he awoke. He was quiet for a moment, like he was trying to pick his words carefully, before he spoke, his tone playful.

“Adrian- were you watching me this entire time?”

It was more of a rhetorical question, from the softness in their gaze looking at him and their position he had a feeling that they had been watching him for a while. But he didn’t mind it in the slightest.

They hadn’t expected to get bashful over the question, yet they felt their cheeks flush a bit at the acknowledgement that he knew they had been watching him, almost feeling somewhat self conscious yet they were firm in their intent of gazing upon their lover. “Uh… yeah. Is there… a problem with that?”

He laughed, and the sound was warm like the sunlight shining into the room. “No, there isn’t. I’m flattered.”

“Well, you’re nice to look at…”

His voice was still rather groggy as he spoke, yet at his words they felt the urge to hold him tighter with their arms, and they did, burying their face into his chest. He felt himself practically melt into their grip, firm and assuring, letting out a soft sigh as they held him. Despite his comfort, he still couldn’t help but tease them a bit more. “Affectionate this morning, are we?”

They rolled their eyes, though he couldn’t see it. “Please. When am I not?”

He chuckled again, a gentle rumble with Ten’s face still pressed up to his chest. “No, I suppose you’re right. It’s always very cute, though.”

“Aamir…” they groaned: the compliments were only adding to their racing heartbeat as they looked up at him, flustered gaze meeting his cheeky smile. His heart swelled at their expression- it was so, so loveable.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop, dear,” his gaze softened, giving them a gentle kiss on the cheek: an apology. “You’re just too easy to tease sometimes.”

They gave him a kiss back on his cheek- even with his antics they loved him so, so much.

“Forgiven,” they joked, nuzzling their face into his neck, letting out a sigh of happiness as they left a small kiss there as well, before letting themselves rest there. “But I think you can still make it up to me by holding me for a bit longer.”

He brought a hand up to run his fingers through their hair as they snuggled into him, content with the morning they were both experiencing. His other arm tightened his grip around them, giving their body a gentle squeeze.

“Of course, I’ll hold you as long as you want. There’s nothing to do today, anyways.” “I know,” they murmured, “That’s why I asked.”

“Cute.”

“Oh, you said you’d stop with the teasing. Just hold me.”

And so, he did.

[ethvn-torchio]

Walls Could Talk | Chapter Two

a/n: sorry this chapter took so long! writer’s block is a bitch 😩✌

Summary: Steve and Peggy's search brings them to Paris - where they happen to meet up with an old friend.

Warnings: an intense makeout session/implied sexual content (it’s not smut, i haven’t decided if I’m putting actual smut in this fic)

Wordcount: 1.5k (unedited, also I'm sorry it's so short 🙃)

AO3 | prev chapter | next chapter (coming soon!)

ᴏᴄᴛ 𝟸𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟿

ᴏxғᴏʀᴅ, ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ

Steve wakes up in a cold sweat, bolting upright in bed. Was he still dreaming? Was this...was this real?

He gazes at Peggy - to make sure she was there, that all of this wasn't a mere fantasy, who begins to stir.

So, not a dream then, at least. His heart is racing, his mind buzzing and yet still confused and his breathing erratic. She's speaking to him, saying something, and he isn't quite listening, his heart thundering his ears. Adrenaline surges through his veins.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Peg. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispers. His pulse was still racing.

Lightning illuminates the room for a split second and he can see the sympathy in her eyes.

"It's quite alright, Darling. Will you tell me what's wrong?" She asks, trailing her fingers through his hair.

"I...I don't- I don't remember much," he admits. "It was just...some stuff from the past...or, future..." he could almost laugh at that if he was in a better mood.

She nods sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He drinks in her appearance, nodding slightly. He presses his lips against hers softly.

He kisses her, gently and imploringly at first.

His one hand softly trails down her back, and he notices her sharp intake of breath when his hand ghosts over her lower back.

"This hurt?" he asks.

She nods stiffly. "I do believe I forgot to tell you with everything that happened tonight. I had a bit of a scuffle in the restroom with a Hydra agent. She slammed me against the sink," Peggy explains.

An idea forms in Steve's head; a single minded goal to make her forget.

He would make the only thing on her mind be him.

Wordlessly, he smiles and dips his head towards her neck, brushing his lips against it. His teeth graze against a sensitive spot on her neck and she makes a soft "Oh,"

His hands go to rest against either of her thighs. He pulls back, pupils blown.

“Steve,” she whispers. She lifts her hips in a silent invitation.

He leans down to kiss her, his lips against hers, and she's already breathless. He doesn't want to rush things, but he can't resist her.

Her hand slides down his back, and she lets out a soft moan against his mouth. His hands trail up her shirt, he can feel the goosebumps on her skin. He kisses her neck, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin.

"God, you're so beautiful. I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," she replies.

He pulls her in for a desperate kiss once again, pulling her close.

—

The rain came and went, and with it sunshine followed.

“Peggy. Peggy, wake up,” is the first thing Peggy is greeted with in the morning.

Peggy groans, rolling over in an effort to ignore him. “No, not now,” she mutters, burying her face in the pillow.

Peggy feels weight on the bed as Steve sits down next to her. She tries in vain to ignore him.

"Oh, c'mon now, Peg. It's a new day, it's time to get up," he says.

“You are far too cheerful considering how early it is,” Peggy complains, shielding her eyes from the light pouring in from the blinds.

“...Peggy, it’s eleven in the morning.”

Peggy groans, glancing at the clock as if to make sure he’s right. “Point withstanding, you’re still too cheerful.”

“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Steve teases, narrowly missing a pillow flung haphazardly at him.

“Do shut up, Steve.”

He snickers.

Peggy yawns, stretching her sleep-infused joints. "Where are we going, again?"

"Word is our target's in Paris,” Steve replies. “Or at the very least, someone important is.”

Peggy hums, sitting up. The blanket wrapped around her falls off, revealing her bruised back.

"Jesus, Peg. Have you seen your back? That looks like it hurts," Steve notes.

"Yes, thank you for that insightful observation."

"I just mean- do you want ice or something?"

Peggy shrugs nonchalantly. "It doesn’t quite hurt. I can deal with it, I’ve faced worse."

“To be fair, you are the woman who fell asleep standing up in a trench.”

“Exactly,” Peggy winks. She stands up, beginning to sift through her suitcase. “So tell me, Steve. When’s our train leaving?”

—

ᴘᴀʀɪs, ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

A few hours later, they arrive at their dingy, rundown hotel just outside of Paris. The lobby smells like bleach and old carpet, and a radio plays a somber, mellow jazz tune.

Peggy clears her throat, waiting for the receptionist to acknowledge them.

The receptionist does not, however, care to notice.

“Can we have a room, please?” Peggy asks the woman at the front desk.

The woman hardly looks up from her magazine. “Name?”

“Carver,” Peggy answers automatically before Steve can.

The receptionist takes a long, seemingly never ending sip of her tea. Finally, she says. “Take the elevator to the third room, first one on the left. Here’s your key,” the woman says, sounding as disinterested as she possibly can. “Enjoy your stay,” she adds dryly.

Peggy eyes her warily. There was something a bit...off, about that woman.

Perhaps it was just her imagination.

They make their way to the elevator, and Steve finally breaks the silence. “So...is it just me or was there something weird about her? I mean, she could’ve just been a disgruntled employee, but…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck.

Peggy hums. “No, I happen to agree. Though, perhaps we were just inconveniencing her by making her do her job.”

The smile fades from her face. “Stop,” Peggy whispers. She tilts her head toward the door, which was ajar. She clutches her gun in her purse.

Steve snorts. “Maybe,”

She laughs right along with him, but she pauses abruptly outside their door.

It could be the maid...but they haven’t even gotten into the room once.

Silently, the two stalk toward the door. The smell of smoke escapes from the room when Steve nudges the door open.

Which, in both of their experiences, usually did not happen to be a good thing.

In the chair in the corner, there sat...

Howard Stark.

A collective groan escapes the couple.

“Howard, must you break into our hotel room?” Peggy scolds, turning on the light.

“We thought you were an intruder.” Steve adds.

Howard smirks, taking a long drag of his cigar. “Technically, I am. But don’t you kids worry - I bring a peace offering. By peace offering, I mean I’m inviting you to stay in my Paris apartment instead of this dump,” Howard gestures loosely. “I mean, I don’t think this building even has heat.”

Steve shrugs. “Wouldn’t it be better to stay somewhere inconspicuous?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Peggy agrees, her arms crossed.

Howard sniffs. “Okay, fine, don’t accept my extremely generous offer to let you stay at my apartment. I know when I’m not wanted. Just know I’ll remember that in the summer when you want to come over because I have air conditioning and you don’t.”

Peggy rolls her eyes. “Quit the melodramatics, Howard. We’ll stay with you,”

Steve wraps an arm around her. “Yeah, we- wait, we will?”

“...What? This building doesn’t have heat, and quite frankly I enjoy summer visits to Howard’s house.”

“Attagirl, Peg.” Howard beams. “I’ll meet you two in the lobby,”

—

Later, the trio eats lunch at Howard’s apartment.

"-you are not funny, Howard." Peggy informs him, pointing at him with her fork. "You could've at least feigned innocence."

"Innocent? If you looked up "innocent' in the dictionary, you'd see my picture on it," Howard says defensively.

Peggy snorts at that. "Oh, please, Howard. With your history you could easily father a small country,"

Howard grimaces. "Eugh, kids hate me. Plus, who has time to tend to a baby all the time? I mean sure, kids probably aren't annoying when they're...late teenagers? But for most of their lives, kids just seem so clingy and needy."

Steve picks at his plate absentmindedly, reminded of a conversation he had with Tony.

"Clearly, you must've met a different version of my father. He was cold. He was calculating. He never told me he loved me, he never even told me he liked me."

The sound of Peggy’s voice brings him back to reality. "...That's because they're children, Howard. Babies aren't self-sufficient from birth. Do you expect them to come out of the womb ready for rocket science?"

"Well, thank you for absolutely shattering my argument, Agent Carter." Howard mutters, downing his coffee. Deciding to change the subject in order to deflect attention off of himself, he says, "Steve, you still with us?"

Steve snaps to attention. "I, uh, yeah. I was just daydreaming, I guess."

Peggy makes a mental note to ask Steve about that later.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Howard asks.

Steve shrugs noncommittally, continuing to eat with much less gusto than before. "Just thinking about our mission,”

Peggy eyes him carefully, choosing to say nothing but clearly knowing something was wrong. In due time, she would ask.

In due time hopefully meant whenever Howard left the room.

—

lmao so like i was listening to a bunch of james bond songs bc they’re dramatic and spy-ey right (cough cough tho a song that fits the general tone of the fic would be "the world is not enough" by garbage)?? and then there’s absolutely none of that in this chapter lmao. sorry if this chapter was boring compared to last one but i mean we can’t have constant action in the fic, silly goose. 

also can we talk about how it took me like 8 DAYS TO WRITE THIS and it’s this short i’m sorry ajsjdfkgjjklk 😶✌

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If you enjoyed, please rb/leave a comment! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[voidselfshipp]

Meet The Family

Cw: self depriciation, food ment.

Ok to rb.

Summary: the iida family wants to meet the partner of their youngest kid, but said partner is not ready for It.

Song: "just the two of us " Bill withers and grover Washington.

Jerico paced around the room with her hands behind her back, mina stops her grabbing her shoulders-- its gonna be fine!-- adds the student.

--But what if they dont like me?! What if they want him to date someone else?

Uraraka softly pats her Friends back-- dont worry ! Theyll love you! Theyll see that youre a perfect match for their son!

-- but just-- I got nothing to wear! What if they go formal and I just-- jeri sits on her bed clutching a pillow-- what if I have nothing to wear!

They hear a soft knock before anyone can answer-- jerico? Is everything alright in there? Midoriya told me that youre not feeling well..-- said iida.

-- coming!-- she says opening the door peeking her head through it-- tenya...babe..I think we should cancel...-- she says looking away sighing-- I dont think im the right one to meet your family-- she said leaning on the doorframe crossing her arms.

-- whyd you say that jerico? Youre perfect!

--Im not! First of all im from another country!-- she says with tears in her eyes looking away-- im so loud I cant control my volume, I have nothing to wear and to top it all off I dont even get the same grades as you do --She looks at him and sniffs drying her tears with her sleeve-- I think we should call it off

Tenya hugs her tightly and buries his head on her hair-- please dont say that...-- he says with a strained tone-- youre perfect jerico, my family wont care if youre not from here-- he cups her cheek with a flushed face-- youre funny, Smart, youre absolutely beautiful-- he cups her other cheek squishing them-- grades dont define you, you, me or anyone! Grades are just numbers, they are a grading system, but outside? They dont matter-- he adds lowering his hands to her jaw caressing her cheekbones with his thumbs.-- its going to be fine, but I wont accept you talking yourself down--he puts a strand of hair behind her ear-- its okay if youre loud because I love you this way-- he kisses her softly and after some seconds he pulls away-- I wont let my family talk bad about you, in fact they know the best of you!-- he says hapilly-- howd you saved me with stain, howd you won against me in the festival, they see you as I see you, for the amazing woman you are

The silence is short before jerico sobs even harder hugging him-- youre so sweet!

He hugs her tightly with a soft smile, bending down a little-- I wont let anyone be mean to you, theyll deal with me first

She dries off her tears and presses a kiss to his cheek-- thank you

Tenyas cheek turn red, and he fixes his tie, before he says anything his reciproburst goes haywire and he runs past her mumbling nonsense. Making her laugh.

-- anyways... I gotta go now, midnight said shed take me to see some stuff to we-- she turns around to her Friends finding her in tears too.

-- you two are so sweet! -- adds mina.

-- so cute!-- adds uraraka.

Jiro nodds -- so cute!

She chuckled and grabbed her jacket-- gotta go!

As she walks with midnight and recovery girl, who decided to join them to go outfit hunting her teacher softy elbows her-- we'll find you something nice to wear! Youll see!

Jeri scratches the back of her neck knowing what midnight could get up to.

They searched all the stores they could and the dinner was fast approaching.

Jerico is feeling anxious now, recovery girl softly pats her back-- we can try there!-- she points at a suit store.

Midnight nodds-- yes, that could work!

Jeri trusting her teachers judgment follows them.

Iida Is tapping his foot waiting for jerico at the entrance of the UA. He looks around.

--where is she?-- he mutters scratching tbe back of his neck. He was fine with arriving late. His family wouldnt mind.

--Sorry! We couldnt find anything!!-- jerico comes in his field of view, his breath is taken away when he sees her in a suit, her hair tied up.

--oh...-- he mutters and both uraraka and midoriya hold him back, jiro and mina roll up his pants so recirpoburst doesnt rip them.

Jerico giggles and hugs him-- lets go yeah?

Tenya nodds and fixes his pants saying goodbye and getting in the car.

As they drive he hugs her tightly-- you look so beautiful -- he says caressing her arm.

--If I could help you pull out your tubes I can do this!

--Come on it wasnt that hard!

She raises a brow.

[....]

Even though tenya was ready to make such change he was an absolute baby.

--come on ten!-- she said.

--Its gonna hurt jerico!

-- thats why im here, come on

He sighs pulling out the first tube, Before he can scream she sits on his lap and kisses him.

He turns red and hugs her waist with one hand.

-- see? Not that hard!

He starts to giggle meekly-- well..if I get a kiss for each one...ill get twelve kisses

-- let me desinfect that for you

[....]

-- as I was saying, not that hard!-- tenya protested-- besides! ...oh hey we're here

He gets out first and helps her, he takes her hand, and walk into their home.

Taking off their shoes they walk in and are greeted with iidas mom, dad and his brother.

--tensei!--says iida hugging his brother-- I cant Belive youre here!

The ex hero smiles-- I I couldnt pass up the opportunity to meet my brothers partner, hi, im tensei

Jerico nodds-- im jerico, nice to met you tensei-- she bows.

Dinner arrives and as they eat, jerico is struggling with the chopsticks..

She scratches the back of her neck and tenya just hands her a fork and a Knife.

-- th thanks-- she adds embarassed eating her food.

-- dont be embarassed!!-- says tenyas mom-- he told us you arent fully used to chopsticks so we put a set for you!

Tenya also pulls out a fork and a Knife smiling.

Her cheeks turn Pink and she smiles softly eating with a content giggle.

--so-- starts tenyas dad-- our son has told us plenty about you but id rather hear about you from your own mouth

Jerico drinks water and looks at her father in law-- well, im originally from Argentina!, Im the oldest from four kids-- she says-- Im more into art than anything, I also play the guitar, what else would you like to know mr. Iida

Tenyas dad smiles-- well, I can only say that my son scored a winner

Jericos cheek flush red and tenya chokes on his drink blushing red-- dAD!

After dinner jeri helps pick up the table and wash the dishes.

--youre a very lovely girl, but I must ask-- says tenyas mother-- who confessed first?

Sighing in relief that it was only a simple question and not a "whats your intentions with my son" question she giggled-- I did

Tenya flushes even redder than before and grabs jerico walking outside saying --GOODBYE!

his family laughs, and tensei says something before they leave.-- jerico, take care of him for me-- he says patting her arm-- and please show him how to relax

She laughs hugging tensei-- I Will, dont worry!

She says her goodbyes and both go back to the UA.

jerico crashes ontop of tenya both in their comfy pjs.

He hugs her waist pulling her closer and smiling.

-- my family really loved you back there-- he says leaving down the formality.

--im glad--she answers-- maybe one day youll meet mine!

Tenya smiles-- dyou think theyll like me?

She nodds and holds his hand-- im sure theyll do

He smiles and kisses her forehead.

As they fall asleep, tenya humms "just the two of us "by Grover Washington.

《I see the crystal raindrops fall

And the beauty of it all

Is when the sun comes shining through

To make those rainbows in my mind

When I think of you sometime

And I wanna spend some time with you

Just the two of us

We can make it if we try

Just the two of us

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

Building castles in the sky

Just the two of us

You and I

We look for love, no time for tears

Wasted water's all that is

And it don't make no flowers grow

Good things might come to those who wait

Not for those who wait too late

We gotta go for all we know ...

Just the two of us

We can make it if we try

Just the two of us

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

Building them castles in the sky

Just the two of us

You and I 》

[ohthatsviolet]

Miroctane Event Day 3 - Decoys

Words: 1,181

Summary: After a rough start to the game, Octavio is left wounded and defenseless until some unlikely allies come to his aid.

Ao3 link will be in the RBs. 

The Mirage Voyage was an odd place. Not because of its bizarre location over the remains of Skull Town or because of the multiple Mirage look-a-likes roaming around, but because it was the only place Octavio could think of where you could party it up and kiss the love of your life under the stars at night and be running for your life with a bleeding gash in your side the next day. Well, maybe not the only place; Solace was wild in many ways. Regardless, the latter of the two seemed to be on the cards for Octavio this morning as he sprinted across the deck, clutching his upper arm while blood seeped through his fingers. He rounded the corner into the boat's main room, skidding on the wooden floor on the way in. He'd planned to double back on himself and jump out the open window that led back onto the deck, in the hopes to confuse whoever was following him. He ended up tripping over something in his hurry and toppled to the ground, letting out a pained groan when his fall was broken by his injured arm.

Octavio backed himself into a nook next to one of the speakers, gritting his teeth under his mask in an attempt to make as little noise as possible. This sucked. He thought it was a good idea to land near the front of the ship while his team landed at the back so they wouldn't have to compete with each other for loot, but he hadn't been able to get his hands on a weapon or anything useful and now his squad were probably losing their fight against the multiple others that landed here. He took a moment to catch his breath and scan the area around him; no sign of anything he could use here either. Damn. His attention was brought to the group of decoys that were lingering around, dancing or chatting quietly with each other. They weren't useful under these circumstances. Sure, they added an extra sense of liveliness to the place but they didn't do much else besides stand around and look pretty; at least, that's what Octavio thought.

He buried his face into his knees when he heard the sound of boots stomping around outside, trying to think of a plan of action while a frustrated growl broke through his lips. When he looked up again, he noticed one of the decoys near the bar was looking directly at him. The hologram looked down at his boot and back to the runner before using the side of its foot to send a forgotten syringe sliding across the floor towards him. Octavio squinted at it perplexed, before deciding now wasn't the time to start asking questions. He shot a grateful nod in the decoy's direction and jammed the syringe into his arm. It wouldn't do much in terms of healing his wound but it would speed up the hemostasis process and offer some pain relief so it was better than nothing. But he was still unarmed and there was still someone walking around out there, searching for him.

Octavio craned his neck to look out the window behind him, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was there but he couldn't see anything, he could just hear them getting closer. He looked towards the decoy that had helped him and it looked back. He watched as it tapped one of its comrades on the shoulder and nodded towards him. The pair of decoys seemed to peer outside for a moment before stepping towards him. Octavio didn't question it when they stopped in front of him and turned their backs towards him, continuing their chat and occasional dance move. It was a bit odd but he wasn't about to complain about the cover they were providing him and he could think of worse ways to die than having an attractive man shaking their hips in front of your face; well...copy of an attractive man.

It wasn't long until the footsteps from before entered the room and looked around, leaving through the opposite door when all to be found were decoys. One of them glanced over its shoulder and shot the runner a cheeky wink, that made him have to resist the urge to snort loudly. This whole situation was incredibly ridiculous and incredibly Elliott. Octavio jumped in his spot when the sound of two gunshots ripped through the air outside. "Say goodbye to that squad." He breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of his partner's voice and the pair of decoys vanished in front of his eyes as soon as the trickster entered the room. "Babe!" he called out, skidding across the floor and dropping to his knees next to him. "Hey, you with me?" Octavio nodded. "Yeah, I...couldn't find any gear. I got shot." "Let me see," Elliott said, gently inspecting his arm. "Yeesh, that doesn't look good. Don't worry. We'll get you back in this, okay?"

Octavio leaned against Elliott's arm while he spoke into his communicator. "Hey, Ramya? You still got that medkit on you? Tav needs it bad." "N'aww. Did lover boy get himself in a tiff?" came the modder's reply and Octavio didn't miss how his partner rolled his eyes. "A kiss better won't do?" "Just get up here." "Alright, alright. Don't get your designer knickers in a twist. I'm coming. Gimme a sec to grab some extra ammo." "Hang in there, alright?" Elliott said softly, redirecting his attention to Octavio. "We're gonna get you fixed up and then we'll win this thing!" "Hang in there?" Octavio quipped back. "What do you think I've been doing this whole time? I have nothing." Elliott took the RE-45 off his hip and pressed it into his hands. "Here." "Ayy, wait come on! I'm not gonna take your gun," Octavio protested. "I'll just...find some weaklings out there and take theirs." The trickster chuckled at that. "It's fine. I've got a couple of shots left in my Wingman and I throw a harder punch than you. Besides, I need you to watch my back when I'm putting you back together." "Always."

Octavio sat as still as he could while Elliott tended to his wound, trying to ignore the playful teasing from Ramya in his ear. His finger rested on the trigger of his pistol, ready to strike if anyone landed here last minute, trying to take them by surprise. His eyes scanned the room, making sure he was doing the best job of watching Elliott's back. And his front. And his sides. He caught the eye of one of the decoys from earlier who had materialised next to the bar and gave them an appreciative nod when they gave him a thumbs up. He wouldn't tell anyone about how the decoys had assisted him in case it got his partner in some sort of trouble. Though it was comforting to know that even when Elliott wasn't around he still always managed to have his back. And his front. And his sides.

[emeto-no-jutsu]

Could you do an emto fic with sasuke being sick and a parental kakashi taking care of him?

Oooooh okay, my first request....it feels kinda nerve-wracking lmfao ngl

It's not my favorite thing I have ever written??? But enjoy?? And RB if you do??????

Anyway LMFAO enjoy the fic

TW:::::: Emeto, sickness and an emotionally repressed boi under the cut:::::::::

Kakashi frowned as he arrived at his team’s usual meeting spot. Sakura was already berating Naruto this early in the morning, but what caught his attention was the fact that one of his students, who was usually the most punctual, was missing.

“Where’s sasuke?” He asked as soon as he leapt off the railing above the bridge where he’d been observing the scene. Sakura stopped her rant at once, and Kakashi could see the uneasiness etched on her face. Naruto huffed, rolling his eyes at the mention of his teammate with a pout.

“That’s what we were talking about, sensei.” The pinkette explained. “He’s usually the first one to arrive…”

“Stupid Teme probably overslept-”

“Shut up you idiot!” The girl snapped ferociously, making the blond flinch as her green eyes glared at him. “This is Sasuke-kun we’re talking about! If he’s late he must have a good enough reason!” 

Kakashi sighed at their antics, but couldn’t deny that the girl had a point. He’d expect something like this from Naruto, not from Sasuke, and the fact that he didn’t warn the team of his absence beforehand was all the more concerning. “I think we should go check on him, Kakashi-sensei.” 

“Yeah, I think so too,” Kakashi didn’t know if her request stemmed from actual worry or if she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to go to the boy’s house for the first time, but considering how out of character this whole situation was he felt like this would be the appropriate course of action.

Naruto complained a little, promptly earning a blow to the head from Sakura, and soon they were on their way. The two kids followed Kakashi as they approached Sasuke’s neighborhood, reaching the Uchiha’s address not fifteen minutes later.

They were beginning to think Sasuke wasn’t even home at all before the door was answered after the doorbell was rang for the third time, and maybe Sakura’s concern was valid because the boy truly looked awful. 

His bangs seemed to be plastered to his forehead with sweat and there was a greenish hue under his paler-than-normal complexion. His onyx eyes were bloodshot as he glared at them and Kakashi could see the shirtless boy was making an effort to not hunch over. “What?”

“Um...y-you were late for training,” Sakura stammered, ignoring the raging flush that took over her complexion at seeing her crush bare-chested. 

“I’m sick?” The boy stated the obvious. “Didn’t you see the bunshin I sent?”

“In your state, I wouldn’t be surprised if it dissipated before reaching us,” Said Kakashi.

“Yeah Sasuke, you really do look like crap,” Naruto commented, earning a glare both from Sakura and Sasuke, but the latter didn't really hold any force behind it.

“Well, if that’s all then,” The boy tried to shut the door on their faces, but Kakashi pushed it open with ease, letting himself in and willingly ignoring Sasuke’s deep scowl.

“What?!”

“We need to make sure you’re okay, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura said as she and Naruto followed Kakashi inside the apartment. It was all very neat, but you would expect as such from someone like Sasuke. 

“I’ll be fine,” The boy retorted tiredly, not even having enough energy to argue, which in itself was a big red flag. “Can’t you three just leave me alone for once?”

“No, we can’t,” Kakashi responded easily as he watched the boy heavily sit at his sofa, swallowing hard with a pained grimace that indicated clearly that his last statement was a lie.

“What’s wrong? Have you been throwing up?”

“That’s all I’ve been doing since I woke up,” 

“Aw, Sasuke-kun…” Sakura cooed sitting beside him and rubbing his shoulder, but the boy clearly didn’t appreciate the display of affection as he flinched like a cat drenched in water. 

“Look, I’ll probably be fine tomorrow,” He hissed. “I don’t want you all here,”

“Woah there Sasuke, no need to get all snarky just because of a tummy ache!” Naruto teased maliciously through a grin, making the older boy scowl.

“Just...shut up, Naruto,” Sasuke didn’t look like he could come up with a good comeback even if he wanted to. Kakashi narrowed his eyes as his face blanched slightly, a very subtle twitch in his eyebrows that would go unnoticed by lesser shinobi indicated that the boy was focusing every ounce of discipline on trying to not let his face betray how he truly felt. “You would know all about that, wouldn’t you Dobe?” He managed to shoot back through clenched teeth.

“Y’know what Teme-”

“Quit it Naruto!” Sakura roared besides sasuke, making the boy wince. “Can’t you see he isn’t feeling well?!”

“That applies to both of you,” Kakashi spoke up for the sake of his student, who seemed ready to hurl at any minute now and all that yelling they had grown used to could not be helping. “Actually, I need you two to bring some things from the store, after that you’re dismissed for today,”

“B-But Kakashi-Sensei!” Sakura stood up. “Won’t you need help taking care of him?!”

“I’m sure I can handle this myself, Sakura,” The man said, handing her the cash he had retrieved from his pocket. “Get some stomach relaxers, probably something for fever too...Oh, make sure to get him something to drink with electrolytes in it, got it?”

Sakura clearly disappointed at being ushered out the door by Kakashi and even Naruto seemed like he’d rather stay, but they were known for disrupting the peace, and that was clearly not what the raven haired boy needed at the moment.

Sure enough, Kakashi had barely closed the door when the kid shot up on rather wobbly legs and quickly made a beeline to the bathroom. Kakashi grimaced when he heard the loud retch that echoed through the house and followed the boy.

Sasuke groaned when the man kneeled down to his level and started rubbing his back, but didn’t fight it. Kakashi made sure to keep his long bangs out of the danger zone as Sasuke retched mouthfuls of murky vomit in waves. It was clear that he didn’t have much left in him to puke up, but his body seemed to not get that memo quite yet.

After about ten minutes he inhaled sharply, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, slumping slightly against Kakashi. “You’re done?”

“Dunno,” His voice sounded rather slurred, which was uncharacteristic, and closed his eyes. His arms snaked around his middle tightly and Kakashi sighed, not letting go of his shoulders.

“We should probably get you in bed,” Sasuke nodded after a moment of hesitance. He flushed the toilet and stood up on his own, insisting he didn’t need help and Kakashi didn’t try to argue in order to not upset the already sick boy, but he did stay close behind.

Soon he was situated on his bed. “You can leave now,” He said to his sensei, trying to sound sharp but only emphasizing how shaky he sounded. “I can take care of myself.”

“Hmm, can you?” Kakashi humored the boy. “Have you taken your temperature yet? Or tried to keep yourself hydrated at all?” His already flushed cheeks darkened and he avoided his eyes which said no as clearly as if he had said it out loud. “Do you even own a thermometer?”

“Obviously,” He replied caustically and Kakashi ignored his tone as he went on to search for said thermometer. Thankfully, with Sasuke being as organized as he was it didn’t take too long for him to find it inside the first aid’s kid under the bathroom sink. 

he walked back into the room not five minutes later with the emptied trash can from the bathroom and thermometer in hand. Sasuke already seemed on the verge of drifting off to sleep, and Kakashi almost felt bad for having to rouse him up again. “I need to take your temperature, open up.”

“Tch,” Sasuke unceremoniously grabbed the contraption from his sensei’s hands and stuck it under his own tongue. Kakashi just rolled his eyes, that kid was too proud for his own good.

“Well okay then,”  Said him with an exasperated sigh. “Keep that in for three minutes.”

“I know,”

“Of course you do.”

The boy pouted, and Kakashi allowed himself to crack an amused grin under the mask. Even mature and stoic, first in his class, prodigy Sasuke Uchiha was still, at the end of the day, only just a kid. Kahashi saw himself so much in that boy that it was almost painful, but he chose not to dwell on that at that moment.

The thermometer finally beeped, and Kakashi was slightly relieved when Sasuke handed it to him. Sure, he had a fever, but it was far more manageable than the man first thought. His drowsy voice must have been a product of exhaustion and exertion. “You’re gonna be fine,”

“I keep telling you-”

“You still have a fever,” Kakashi interrupted pointedly. “I’m just glad I don’t have to drag you to the hospital because of it,” Sasuke rolled his eyes, burying himself under the sheets. and turning on its side. “Alright, I’ll let you sleep. The other two should be back with your medicine soon though,”

Sasuke let out one of his usual noncommittal grunt and Kakashi offered a concealed wry smile, ruffling his hair like he usually did and closing the door behind him.

When he got to the living room he noticed a small brown paper bag at the coffee table with a little note attached to it. He didn’t know if he should feel ashamed for not even noticing his students’ presence while he was busy with Sasuke or if he ought to commend Sakura and Naruto for their stealth.

He considered giving Sasuke his medication right away, but decided against it. He seemed fine for now and the kid had just gotten to sleep.

“What are you still doing here?”

He would be okay, Kakashi would make sure of that.

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Kakashi looked up from his book with raised eyebrows to the young uchiha frowning at him from the hallway,though the fact that he was wrapped around a rather fluffy comforter didn’t make him nearly as intimidating . “Making sure my student doesn’t keel over,” Sasuke huffed. “I’m a good sensei,” The look on his face indicated that he was itching to disagree, but instead he just rubbed his eyes, blinking tiredly as he watched night set in through the window.

“What time is it?” 

“About six,”

“Six?” He narrowed his eyes, confusion clouding his features and Kakashi had a feeling he seemed more out of it than before he went to sleep. “But it was morning…?”

“Yup. And then noon, then afternoon. Now it’s evening,” 

“I slept a lot…” The boy mumbled, not picking up the irony. He looked far younger suddenly, with his flushed cheeks and still rubbing his sleep out of his eyes, the comforter making him seem smaller than he really was. 

“Well, you needed it,” Kakashi didn’t miss the way he swayed slightly as he walked up to sit besides him, crashing down on the sofa with a heavy huff. “How do you feel?”

He blinked, considering himself for a moment before responding. “I’m slightly...dizzy,”

“You’re dehydrated,” Kakashi said, pressing his palm against the boy’s forehead and ignoring the groan of protest. “And your fever seems to have gone up. How’s your stomach?”

“Not good,” Kakashi nodded, heading towards the kitchen where he’d already set the tablets and the electrolyte-enhanced water, now regretting not administering it to the kid earlier. He walked back to the room, deciding it’d be better if he brought along a deep mixing bowl too just in case.

“Here,” Sasuke wordlessly took the supplies from his hand and uncapped the water bottle, quickly gulping at least half of it before Kakashi had a chance to stop him. “Oi, not too fast! You’re gonna make yourself sick,” Kakashi took the bottle out of his hands quickly, shaking his head.

“But I’m thirsty,”

“Yeah, I can see that!” Kakashi watched the way his body reacted to the sudden influx of fluid warily, but when everything seemed to stay put he handed the bottle back to him. “Slow sips, and take the meds.” 

Sasuke mumbled something under his breath that sounded awfully like a jab at his sensei but it went ignored as Kakashi walked back to the kitchen and returned with a steaming bowl and a pair of chopsticks each with an unnerving expression that indicated he was smiling behind the mask.

Sasuke groaned, tossing back the medicine and pailing as the smell of food reached his nose. “What is that?”

“Broth and noodles,”kakashi answered with those same smiling eyes that made sasuke want to hide under his comforter.

“Kakashi-sensei,” Sasuke drew a deep breath as his sensei set the offending bowl at the table in front of him. “Please don’t ask me to eat that.”

“I’m not asking, Sasuke.” He said firmly, making the boy wince in aversion. “You need to at least try to eat something,”

“It even won’t stay down…” His voice sounded almost whiny, a quality Kakashi would never attribute to the Uchiha. The man let out a breath, feeling sympathetic towards his student.

“Well, it’s better to have something on your stomach too, y’know, bring up.” He assured, ruffling his hair before pushing the bowl to his hands. “C’mon, you don’t have to eat everything right now,”

Sasuke sighed heavily, closing his eyes as though he was having a very serious internal debate before shrugging, taking the bowl from Kakashi’s hand and taking a tentative sip from the broth.

He was rather pleasantly surprised. The taste wasn’t strong, which he was thankful for, but also not revoltingly bland, the noodles were just the right texture and even in his state he could appreciate good food, and couldn’t help but wonder- “Did you make this?”

Kakashi, who was back to reading his debauched book by that point, smirked at him. Or rather, Sasuke assumed he did. “What’s with the tone of surprise?”

“It’s…” He could feel the broth warm him from inside out, and even though there was still an uncomfortable tightness assaulting his stomach it seemed settled for the moment. “It’s really good.”

“Thanks,” Kakashi ruffled his hair annoyingly. He did this so often Sasuke didn’t even mind anymore. “It’s made with love,”

“Shut up,” He mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up more than they already were and Kakashi let out an airy laugh through his mask, but soon they fell into a comfortable silence. 

The soup really was good, but something that Sasuke couldn’t quite put into words made it slightly better. it wasn’t a matter of taste but a feeling deep inside him that he associated with it. 

And then he remembered a very similar dish Mikoto prepared for him every time he felt even slightly under the weather and felt his heart clench.

It seemed like as soon as he realized the memories weighed his mind like a brick. He used to fall ill rather often as a child, and every time without fail he would be coddled and pampered by his mother.

And of course, Itachi. 

It was almost set in stone. He’d so much as start sniffling and the house would be filled with those same smells, she’d tuck him in, Itachi would let him sleep with him more often than not. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he’d been this sick since-

He dropped his chopsticks as his hands slacked. Suddenly, his ears were ringing as he felt his throat swell up and his mouth water. He couldn’t even hear what Kakashi had said before his head was forced downwards and the bowl of soup was replaced by a plastic mixing bowl just in time for him to let out a wet burp that carried with it a good portion of his undigested meal.

His stomach which had been pleasantly stable for the better part of the last hour felt like it was about to be torn apart as his once pleasant meal rushed out of him violently, barely allowing him any time to breath.

Kakashi had pinned his hair back at one point and was rubbing soothing circles around his back, but he wished he didn’t, as it reminded him too much of a simpler past. Sasuke had grown used to dealing with things such as this on his own, and having someone be so nurturing for the first time in years was almost triggering to him.

His abdomen contracted roughly against his will and he spewed violently once again. His throat felt raw, his sinus was burning with the bits and pieces that got stuck there during the whole ordeal and his stomach felt so sore that he couldn’t suppress the pathetic whine that left him when he was done.

“Kami-sama…” Kakashi muttered under his breath. “You shouldn’t have forced yourself,” Kakashi didn’t understand what had triggered this sudden and severe bout of sickness, but he preferred it that way. He didn’t even truly know himself. “Are you-”

“I’m fine,” Sasuke forced through gritted teeth, but this statement couldn’t be farther from the truth. He was shaking, he could barely breathe without his airways burning, his body pulsated with the strain and his mind was clouded with fever and memories he’d do anything to forget. 

He pushed the filthy bowl Kakashi was still holding under his chin aside and supported his head on his hands, groaning pitifully as Kakashi decided to run a hand through his hair. Why was he doing that? Sasuke wanted to scream when he felt a knot form on his throat and his eyes sting.

He was not going to cry. Not in front of his fucking sensei. He wasn’t a child, so why the hell was Kakashi still trying to comfort him like he was? 

Kakashi pulled Sasuke into an embrace before the boy could really realize what was happening, a hand protectively holding his head while the other patted him on the back. “You’re gonna be okay,” He said, his voice taking a tone Sasuke had never heard before. He tried to pull away because he smelled of vomit and sweat and this was weird, but Kakashi’s iron grip wouldn’t let him. “You are not alone anymore.”

And maybe it was the fever messing with his mind, maybe he was simply too sick to do anything about it, but there were tears running down his face before the man had said those words. A sob escaped his chest, then another, and Kakashi refused to let him go. 

Not being alone was such a foreign concept to him that it was intimidating. How could he allow people to see beyond the mask he had crafted for himself to cope. How could he allow his sensei, one of the most notorious shinobis of his era see him in his most weak, pathetic state?

But when was the last time he was held like this? That he was assured everything would be okay? 

When was the last time he was actually cared for?

And it felt good. It felt so good that he soon found himself reciprocating Kakashi’s embrace and burying his face in his chest. If the man was bothered that he was smearing tears, snot and more than likely vomit all over his flak jacket, he didn’t show it.

Sasuke sobbed himself hoarse that night, four years of bottled up emotions and traumas seemingly exploding out of him at once, and Kakashi never left his side. Later on neither shinobi would ever speak about the events of that evening ever again.

Undoubtedly though, something shifted in their relationship after that. Sasuke thought that he’d lost everyone he would even know as family on that godforsaken day, but family had a way to creep up on you unexpectedly, whether you liked it or not.

Sasuke started appreciating his teacher a lot more than he ever thought possible.