#but if i don't take a nap now then i'll be unable to fall asleep after i do The Things so i just have to live through the day bleary-eyed

[rubys-domain]

my guy's been playing his silly little game for four hours straight. not that i have any room to talk considering how much time i spend playing games. but i'm cranky and i want attention

[itsplumwriter]

Period Comfort

POV: Bucky comforts you on your period.

A/N: ok I seriously loved writing this... I’m a girl so obviously I know what it’s like to go through that time of the month and this is the kind of comfort I'd like. I hope you'll like it too <33

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“I just started my period. Can’t make it.”

That's all you had to text Bucky to make him blow up your phone.

"Do you need anything?" "Are you in pain?" "What can I do?" “Omw.”

You’re half asleep so you don’t see any of his messages. You had brought out a pillow and blanket from the bedroom and settled on your couch, trying to distract yourself from your cramps with some TV noise and light napping.

The sound of the door wakes you up.

Bucky waddles in with several grocery bags and a very determined look on his face.

“Hey, doll,” he says, setting the bags on the coffee table.

“Hey, Buck?" you utter, sitting up. "What are you doing here? I thought you were working today..."

Bucky shrugs. "I told them my girl’s not feeling well and she needs me."

You appreciate Bucky, but can’t help feel a pang of guilt. “But you had plans...”

“You are my priority, doll... I got you some things.”

You raise an eyebrow as you watch him pull out a box of pads. “How’d you know I use that brand?”

“I saw them in your cabinet the other day...” he says, casually.

You smile. “You didn’t have to do that, Bucky... I have enough.”

“Oh. Well, you can use them for next time," he says, shrugging. “And I got you some snacks.”

Your eyes widen. “You did?”

He nods, pulling out a box of chocolate chip cookies.

"I read online that dark chocolate helps with cramps," he says, handing you the box.

The widest smile spreads across your face as you open it and get a whiff of chocolate.

He looks through the last bag himself, not showing you its contents, and double knots it.

"...Well, what's in that last bag?" you ask.

He kisses you on the forehead. “You’ll see..."

He heads for the kitchen as you crane your neck, trying to get a glimpse. “Go ahead and start a movie. I’ll be right back...”

You smile to yourself, watching him head for the kitchen; a warm feeling traveling across your chest. Typically your period was a time of misery. The cramps were debilitating. The moodiness was frustrating. The lethargy was annoying. But having someone, especially your boyfriend, be so compassionate and concerned made it far less terrible. You were just so grateful to have a boyfriend like Bucky.

You were falling in and out of asleep on the couch again, when Bucky gentle shakes you awake.

“Fresh mac and cheese, doll. I hope you like it.”

The smell of the food wakes you up. You sit up as he hands you a fork.

“Whoa,” you say.

Bucky stares at you intensely as you take a bite.

Your eyes widen. “Wow, it’s so good."

His shoulders relax. “Oh good, I thought I screwed it up.”

You shake you head, unable to speak as you stuff your mouth. “It’s amazing. You made this?”

He nods. "Yup. And there's chicken and mashed potatoes, too. Just say the word, doll, and I'll go get it."

You shake your head. "This is perfect for now, Bucky. Thank you."

Bucky smiles, scooting closer to you on the couch. He tries to put his arm around you, but you shift away. Again, he attempts to hold your hand, but you pull away.

“Doll, why do you keep moving away from me?”

You set your plate down on the coffee table. "I’m sorry, Bucky... I just. I don’t really feel cute right now..."

"Are you serious, doll? You’re always cute to me..."

You drop your gaze, feeling super self-conscious for some reason.

"You know I love you right?"

"Yes, I know Bucky."

He clenches his jaw. "Well, I don't think you know what that actually means cuz when I say I love you, I mean all of you... all the time. I’m not going to stop because it’s your time of the month..."

You chuckle.

"I want to hold you, doll. If that’s what you want me to do... of course."

You lay on his chest as he wraps his arms around you, giving you gentle back scratches. "Of course that's what I want."

“You know, I actually like when you’re like this..." he chimes. "It gives me a chance to take care of you for once. You always help me with my problems... I want to repay the favor.”

You laugh. “Well, I’m glad... I think.”

He didn’t want anything from you. He just wanted you. And today you really needed it.

The warmth and the pressure of his arms helped your cramps. The food he made gave you energy. And his kindness assuaged your moodiness. You fall asleep on his chest. You typically dreaded the first day of your period, but with the right guy, it turned out to be the best day of the month.

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bye the fluff i cant so sweet going to go crawl in a ball and dream with these butterflies now ok bye i love you <3

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[amalia-uwu]

INFIRMUM

Based on the fanfiction Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie

I DON'T OWN UNDERTALE, HORRORTALE, FARMTALE OR

THE FANFICTION FIRST AND SECONDS WRITTEN BY SKERBBIE @skerbbie

The rights go to the respective owners!

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale by GuinongTale_AU

Firsts & Seconds by Skerbbie @skerbbie 💙

CHAPTER 1| CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 |

CHAPTER 5: (you are here 😁)

Warnings ⚠️ : sick fic, inaccurate medical stuff, light angst, mention of blood.

CHAPTER 5 :

“IMPROVE”

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Note : Alright, I use the term IV (Intra venous) cause it's 'easier' But, since Sticks is a skeleton he doesn't exactly have veins. But I use the term IV anyway.

However, If you want, you could say:

I.B. (Intra Bone)

I.M. (Intra Marrow)

I.S. (Intra Soul)

Do I even make sense? 🤣🤣

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Enjoy Chapter 5! (Final Part)

Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich from Pexels:

(For 3 days)

Abby visited him and gave him medication.

Due to the sickness he couldn't eat. Abby took care of that by injecting vitamins and nutrients on his IV.

The medicines made him sleepy and unable to talk but he could understand when someone was talking to him.

He could only offer smiles and some signs to communicate.

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Alternately, Papyrus and Axe cleaned/washed his bones.

One would keep him upright and the other would cleaned up his bones. Sticks seemed quite content. He would held the ulna and radius of whoever held him and obey quietly.

Every time he felt bad, Papyrus and Axe would assured him that it's okay and would (gently) clank their skulls affectionately.

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He was still coughing and had fever but it was on, an okay level.

He didn't cough blood. They kept using the ointment.

Little by little his soul began regaining the beautiful emerald green color.

With a lot of rest, care and medication he was improving.

[[ -> Note in this story : Sticks's soul colors are cyan (patience), yellow (justice) and green.

I mostly use green for the reasons below

He is a farmer therefore nature

Kindness

Cyan + Yellow = Green

Edit (October 8th 2023) -> I reread some info about Farmtale and I saw that in Canon Sans's eye turns green. So we stick ;) with green. ]]

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On the 4th day,

Abby came and examined him again. She used her special stethoscope (the one she had for skeleton monsters) and gently pressed it on his sternum.

He was under the influence of the medicines so he was quite sleepy.

"Alright Sticks, let's see! I want you to try and take a breath for me. Can you do that?" she asked softly.

Papyrus and Axe were holding him upwards. He offered a small smile and nodded slightly. He breathed as deeply as he could.

She listened carefully and smiled. The medicines were working!

She straightened up "Alright! It seems you are getting better! You will keep taking naps, medicines when needed and in a few more days you will be a whole different skeleton!"

He smiled, " Thank..you " he slurred drowsily. She smiled "My pleasure! Now, you rest!" she bopped his nasal cavity.

Papyrus and Axe gently laid him down. Sticks as soon as his skull touched the soft pillow he fall asleep.

Papyrus had changed the bedsheets and they smelled beautifully. The smell wasn't heavy but soft and pleasant.

"Abby please go rest as well! You can lay on my room! I'll cook something once I'm done with outside. Axe could you please stay with him?". Axe nodded.

Abby smiled "Thank you papyrus!"

"I thank you for healing him Abby!"

She smiled and patted his shoulder softly.

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Axe carefully laid next to Sticks. He looked so peaceful. Axe gently stroked his left cheekbone. Sticks smiled in his sleep.

Axe smiled back and closed his own eyes. His hand resting on Sticks's.

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Papyrus went outside and as usual he did some work, checked the animals, fed them and added water. He watered the flowers and plants that needed it.

Eventually he visited Brinley. At the sight of him she walked close to him and gently rubbed her face on his shoulder, chest and head.

"He is getting better! Brinley!" he patted her face gently and she huffed happily.

The happiness had no boundaries "You are not going to judge me if I cry a little.. Right?"

She huffed sympathetically and brought him closer. He hugged her face and the tears of happiness ran down his eye sockets.

He patted her neck and side a little more. He added grass and water. He caressed her again "I need to go now girl, I'll check on you again later alright?" she huffed in agreement.

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(An hour or so later)

He returned back home.

Abby was sitting on the table. She had checked Sticks up again and things were getting better. Axe was still sleeping next to him peacefully.

"How is he?" he whispered.

"He is getting better, I'll remove the IV later and leave some vitamins and painkillers just in case" she whispered back.

He smiled "I don't know how to thank you Abby, Thank you!"

She smiled back "Don't mention it Stones"

"I'll wash these and began cooking, prepare yourself for my wonderful spaghetti". He lifted his finger high and blew his chest. His eye sparkling. She chuckled and playfully shook her head.

Papyrus cooked spaghetti with vegetables and greens for Abby and he added more meat to Axe's plate.

Stones whispered "Bitey, it's time for lunch! Come and eat!" Axe opened his eyes and looked at Papyrus's direction.

He nodded and stretched. A part of him didn't want to leave Sticks alone but his stomach complained.

He looked at Sticks who was sleeping soundly and smiled "Be right back" he whispered and carefully pressed a kiss on his cheekbone. He got up and joined the others.

They had a pleasant meal.

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As they were eating Abby's eyes landed on the vitamins that were on the counter. "Stones? Is Sticks taking those?" she asked pointing with the back side of the fork at the small orange bottle.

Papyrus looked where she was pointing "Yeah.. why?" he raised his eyebrow.

"They are good vitamins but they can cause trouble in sleeping. You said he had trouble sleeping, if I remember correctly, right?"

Stones nodded.

"where did he get them?" Abby asked forking a brocoli on her plate.

Papyrus looked at his plate. He grimaced pensively. He looked left and right trying to remember. "Angie gave them to him when you weren't there". He held no malice or annoyance.

"Oh! forgive her! She is still learning" she lowered her head.

"Nah it's okay, they were good vitamins, if we put aside the sleeping issue, they gave him a lot of energy" he waved his hand.

"I'll give you other vitamins that will have same effects and still help him get a good night sleep" she smiled while cutting a little piece of bread with her hands.

"Thank you Abby!" he smiled.

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When they finished, she checked on him again. The IV had ended. She slowly removed it and added a small bandaid on the spot.

She let the pills and medicines and waved her goodbyes.

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(Next day)

Papyrus had woken up earlier. He looked at the clock (5.00 AM)

He shuffled and got up. He tiptoed to Sans's room and peeked his head in. Sans was still sleeping. Axe was sleeping next to him on the chair. Papyrus looked at his brother, he seemed better, his bones looked better, his breathing sounded better..

He fixed the covers and gently pressed a kiss on his forehead. Sticks smiled and hummed in his sleep.

He went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. He poured a cup of coffee and sat by the window watching the sunrise.

He kept checking on him.

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(Around 10 o clock in the morning)

The rays of sun illuminated the room. Sans opened his eyes, blinked and checked his surroundings.

The memories of what had happened the last few days came to his mind.

He touched his left hand, seems like Abby had removed the IV. He looked at the bedside table and noticed the painkillers and vitamins.

He carefully got up and stretched. Some of his bones/joints popped. He felt slightly stronger and quite hungry too.

He turned on his left and saw Axe sleeping on the chair very close to him. Sticks smiled fondly.

He could hear Papyrus in the kitchen.

He sat on bed, his feet touching the floor, he leaned forwards a little and fixed their blankets.

At some point Axe opened his eyes.

"Good morning Sticks " he said sleepily and went back to sleep.

Sticks grinned and replied "good morning as well Axe". He saw Axe smiling in his sleep.

Axe opened his eyes again and blinked. He slowly looked at Sticks.

Sticks gave him a grin. Axe kept staring. Sticks waved at him smiling "Hi".

Axe blinked his expression morphed into excitement.

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His happiness had no limits he jumped on him and threw him back on bed. "STICKS!" he exclaimed happily.

"WOAH HEY!" he chuckled.

Axe squeezed him in his embrace. Sticks hugged him back, his hands resting on Axe's scapulae "So... You missed me that much? Huh?" he didn't mind. The hug felt nice.

Axe nodded "You gave us quite the scare" he whispered.

Sans sighed "I know, I'm sorry" he gently caressed Axe's back.

"It's okay! Just be careful from now on!" Axe rested his head on Sticks's chest.

After a few minutes an idea came to Sticks's mind "Hey, uhm could you please help me surprise my brother?"

Axe nodded and smiled.

They heard the clangs and clings in the kitchen. Axe offered his hand. Sticks took it and with a soft pull, Axe pulled him on his feet.

He wrapped one hand over his shoulder to keep him from falling.

They reached the kitchen. Papyrus had his back turned chopping some vegetables.

He kept checking the clock.

Sans slowly walked behind him and gave him a hug "Surprise! Gotcha!"

Papyrus jolted at the sudden hug. "Eep!" he looked under his arm. It took him a few seconds and turned around.

"SANS!!"

He wrapped him in his arms, squished him, lifted him and made a spin!

Papyrus was grinning and hugging his big bro. Sans wasn't complaining, he was in fact enjoying this. Axe was watching amused.

Papyrus stopped and spoke quietly

"My lovely brother! You gave me quite the fright.." he didn't let go. He hugged him a little tighter.

"I know, I am sorry" Sans rested his mandible on Papyrus's shoulder

"Do you feel better?" Axe asked softly.

Sans nodded "Yes, thanks to you all" he smiled.

Papyrus lowered him but kept him in his hug. He motioned for Axe to join. He hugged Sticks from behind.

They stayed like this for a few minutes. Sticks was sandwiched between the two of them. They said nothing.

Papyrus realized that his brother hadn't eaten properly. He let go of the hug. He gently held him by the shoulders.

"YOU HAVEN'T EATEN ANYTHING EEEEEEHHH!! Worry not lovely brother! I'll make you the best soup you have ever tasted".

Sans hugged him again "You are the best bro! you know that right?"

"Nyehehe! Of course!" he smiled and hugged him back, patting his shoulder.

"Sit here brother I'll prepare something for you".

Axe sat down next to him.

Papyrus sliced some fruits; bananas, strawberries, apples, kiwis, peaches. All from the garden.

He took a plate and filled it with warm vegetable soup.

He took the fresh bread he had prepared before and last but not least a glass water. He put them on the table. He gave Axe a plate as well.

"Here you go brother!" he offered him the plate. Sticks took it gratefully and enjoyed the meal happily.

He realized he was starving. He stuffed his mouth without shame. Papyrus smiled "slow down, last thing I want is for you to get choked!"

He blinked and slowed down. He kept enjoying the food contently.

Axe and Papyrus chuckled. They were happy. They sighed with relief.

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The rest of the day, they helped him move around the house. He needed a little exercise to get his strength back.

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Day by day he grew stronger and stronger.

His appetite was slowly returning.

When they saw that he could go outside, they decided to take him for a walk.

It's been a while since he left home. It will do him good to change the scenery. Papyrus prepared some snacks.

Then got dressed in Jean overalls with a red checkered flannel matched with a peach scarf, his red boots and straw hat.

Sans put on a green shirt, Jean floral overalls, blue jacket, black boots and his straw hat..

Axe put on a shirt that was a gift from Sticks. The shirt was black and had cartoonish axes on it.

They gathered up in the living room. Papyrus checked the place one last time and exited the house.

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Before the walk, however, they visited someone.

Brinley!

Papyrus peeked in,

"Oh Brinley!" his voice cheerful. He and Axe walked in.

She gave him a questionable look.

"Look who we have here?"Axe and Papyrus pointed with opened arms as Sans walked in. "Tadaaa!"

He waved at her. "Heya baby!" She huffed happily and walked quickly at his direction. She showered him with affection.

"I missed you too my baby girl!" he said and patted her neck. She gently put her head over his shoulder and brought him closer. She rubbed her head on his shoulder, chest and face.

He rubbed his face on her neck lovingly. She huffed happily.

She gently laid down and rolled left and right. He laid on top of her. He patted her softly. Soon the rest joined the patting.

After some minutes. She got up and went to eat.

"See ya later sweetheart!" he waved goodbye. She huffed happily.

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They walked for some minutes. Until they reached the landscape where there were flowers, a waterfall and mountains. The soft wind caressing their bones.

They sat under the tree, enjoying the view. After some time of catching their breaths they ate poutine. Then, enjoyed their juices.

They shared stories and adventures, some of them being their first year as farmers.

Some memories that comforted and accompanied him.

Axe listened amused. He as well shared some stories that brought him nostalgia.

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Thereafter, they walked towards the flowers and grass.

They laid between the grass. The sun warming their bones. (Around 16.00 pm - 16.30 pm time)

They stayed there until the sun began setting.

They shuffled and sat under the tree. They watched the sunset while eating pouding chômeur.

The sun slowly set behind the mountain.

Sticks was sitting between the two of them. Axe on the left. Papyrus on the right.

They hugged Sticks.

Sticks closed his eyes, grateful for his beloved brother and his wonderful partner.

He was the happiest skeleton on the entire Monsterkind.

Photo by Sachin C Nair from Pexels.

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End of Chapter 5 (Final Part)

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CHAPTER 4

💙 ¡Thank you for reading! 💙

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

No Place Like Home

another Daniel/Armand fic. Read it below or here

Daniel is delirious.

He can't remember the last time he ate. Wait, he can. It had been a hot dog from some street vendor, with the last few bucks he has in his pocket nearly two days ago. He hasn't got any more money. He was kicked out of the hotel yesterday morning for not being able to pay. He knows he has money somewhere, but he can't remember where. It's hard to remember things. Armand always took care of everything so he didn't have to.

But Armand is a thousand miles away on their private island.

He thinks sometimes Armand ruined him for the rest of the world. How can he survive now, with all these ordinary people and their ordinary lives? How, when he knows the extraordinary is out there, just a phone call away?

He's so tired and hungry he feels faint. He should get something to drink. He needs water. He can't remember the last time he drank anything that didn't have alcohol in it. Daniel wishes he had some liqueur now; he's so cold, it would warm him up.

His thin tee shirt does nothing to protect the from the chilly fall air. He had a jacket, but he had taken it off on the bus a few days ago. He fell asleep with it beside him and woke with it gone. He figures whoever stole probably needs it more than him. If Armand were here, he'd go buy him another. Armand handles things like that. Armand makes life easy.

Armand says getting money is simple. Then again, Armand can read people's minds so he has an unfair advantage.

Fuck, but Daniel would kill for a cigarette. He'd ask to bum one from somebody, but he knows he looks a mess. No one's gonna give out smokes to a vagabond. Not that it matters, it's nearly three in the morning. Everyone is asleep.

But it's Chicago; didn't he and Armand once have an apartment in Chicago? It may still be leased in Daniel's name. If only he could remember the way there.

Daniel wonders if he can beg a quarter off someone to make a call. There has to be some other night owl out and about. He could call and Armand would send one of the planes. Daniel hoped for the one with the bedroom, so he could sleep.

He's so cold and so tired.

Daniel finds a payphone. Remembers he can call collect. His fingers are numb and he's shaking so badly he drops the receiver. It's a small thing, but it causes him to burst into tears.

When he bends to pick it up, the world spins. Daniel has to grab unto the phone booth to stay upright. He manages to make the call and soon hears Armand's rich voice “Hello,”

Daniel weeps, unable to form words. He tries, but he keeps hiccuping.

“Daniel?”

Daniel nods, but realizes Armand can't see him. He takes a breath and calms down enough to reply “I wanna come home.”

“Of course, Daniel.”

Daniel sniffles. “Are you mad at me? For leaving?”

“Don't worry about that, beloved. I'll have you home soon. Now listen to me...”

Armand calmly and coolly explains that he's getting a room set up at a hotel for Daniel where he can shower and order room service. Perhaps even nap. The driver will fetch him and take him to the airport when the plane arrives.

Daniel is shown to his room as soon as he arrives at the hotel. There's already food waiting for him. Armand's ordered enough to feed three people. Daniel eats enough for two. He spends ages in the shower, washing off the grime. He wears the hotel bathrobe when he's finished. His clothes are disgusting. He crawls into bed wearing only it, and is woken a few hours later by a knock on the door.

Daniel doesn't recognize the man whose waiting outside, but he recognizes him. “Mr. Molloy, I'm to take you to the airport.”

The man, a middle age fellow with graying hair and laugh lines, looks him up and down. “Would you like me to purchase you some fresh clothes from the gift shop? They have sweat pants and tee shirts.”

Fresh clothes sound heavenly. A few minutes later Daniel is in gray sweats, a tee and a hoodie. The name of the hotel is emblazoned across the hoodie and up one leg of the sweats. Not his most fashionable look, but he's warm.

He falls back asleep in the car to the airport. When they board the train, Daniel is happy to see it's the one with the bedroom. He loves that plane, with it's velvet cushions and lace curtains.

It's nearing ten by the time they reach Night Island. Armand isn't waiting for him, but he's probably asleep. Daniel is shown to his room by another nameless servant. He collapses into bed and passes out.

Daniel isn't sure how long he sleeps, but he wakes to cool hands touching his face. He blinks open his eyes and sees Armand looking down at him. “What time is it?” Daniel slurs, still half asleep.

“Nearing six.”

Daniel tugs Armand's wrist. Armand understands what he's asking and slides into the bed next to him. Daniel immediately wraps his arms around him and buries his face in his chest. “You ate yet?”

“I wanted to see you first.”

“Mm, feed from me,” Daniel says. He misses the feel of Armand's fangs in his skin.

“Not now, my love. You're too weak.”

Daniel frowns. “Not fair.”

Armand's fingers grip his chin and turn his head up. “When you've rested, we'll talk about it.”

“Then kiss me, I've missed you,” Daniel demands. He hopes he doesn't sound like a child.

Armand gently releases him. “When you're back to full strength.”

Daniel whines. “Just one kiss.”

“Nothing is ever 'just one' with you,” says Armand, but he sounds fond.

“Come on, baby. It's been weeks.”

“Whose fault is that?” Armand says and Daniel wants to argue, remind Armand that he said some cruel things last time they fought. But mostly he just wants Armand to kiss him and tell him he's happy to see him.

Armand smiles and leans in to press the briefest of kisses to Daniel's eager mouth. “I'm happy to see you.”

Daniel grins at him. “You poking around my head?”

“You're thinking loudly.”

Daniel yawns. “I'm sleepy.”

“Then go to sleep.”

He shakes his head. “Don't wanna. I wanna be with you.”

Armand is clever enough to see where this is going. “Shall I stay with you?”

“That'd be nice.”

Armand runs a hand through his hair. Daniel presses into it like a cat. Armand dips down and kisses Daniel on the cheek. “Go to sleep, Daniel.”

Daniel barely closes his eyes before he falls asleep. There really is no place like home.

[honeydazai]

when you fall asleep on them

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn

requested?: yes!

VIKTOR's physical reaction to your head innocently laying on his lap is immediate — his cheeks flush just the slightest bit, his pulse speeds up and his pupils dilate. He's forcing himself not to move, no matter how much his leg might cramp because of the position.

He continues tinkering on whatever he had just been working on, if only to distract himself from how angelic you look when you're asleep; besides, it's best to keep his hands busy or else he won't be able to stop himself from running a hand through your hair. Despite his efforts, his resolve eventually crumbles, and he can't help but softly card his fingers through silky strands and caress your cheek.

And, yes, he will shush people — most likely Jayce, let's be honest — if they're being too loud around you. He's certainly feeling more protective right now than he usually does, and while that might be surprising to Viktor himself, he won't hesitate to lightly slap someone with his cane.

“Jayce, do your best to be at least a little less loud right now, will you? They're asleep. What? Nonsense, I'm not being overly protective. It's simply basic decency.”

JAYCE is a little surprised as he suddenly feels you lean against his shoulder, but he's immediately beaming; a bright smile on his face.

For a few minutes, he simply stares at you, taking in your relaxed expression, the smell of your shampoo in your hair, while he internally contemplates whether he should try and move you or simply let you rest. He eventually swipes you up into his arms and carries you to the closest sofa or bed in bridal style, though he does feel sorry if you wake up.

Still, he loves the way it feels when you're this close to him; he feels all warm and fuzzy inside and secretly wants to do nothing more than to hold you.

“You're really adorable in your sleep, you know? Well, you obviously don't know that — you can't, really —, but you look angelic. I'm rambling, right? Sorry. I just wish I could cuddle with you like this all the time.”

SILCO's first instinct is to scowl at your relaxed face when your head drops down into his lap, though his expression quickly softens when he realises you've fallen asleep. Honestly, you caught him off-guard — he didn't think anyone would feel safe enough around him to casually nap, yet here you are. He's oddly excited about the fact that you, apparently, seem to trust enough to be entirely defenseless while in his presence and, oh, now he's feeling protective.

It depends entirely on your relationship how he reacts if someone suddenly enters his office — if you're not that close yet, he pushes you away with little remorse. If it's a little more official, however, he simply keeps your head on his lap and softly cards his fingers through your hair as if you were a pet while casually talking to whoever just appeared in the office.

“Come in. What do you need? No, you're not disturbing me. Now quit the small-talk and get to the point. I don't have all day.”

The moment you fall asleep while leaning against his shoulder, VANDER chuckles, his tone fond and warm. Honestly, he's kind of amused by how easily you're able to take a nap absolutely anywhere, but he's certainly not opposed to being used as a pillow.

He's got the sudden urge to wrap an arm around your shoulders and to cuddle with you, though he's also questioning whether he should lift you up and carry you to bed. In the end, though, he decides to simply let you rest and leans his head against yours, his eyes closing. Honestly, he's just absolutely starved for affection and physic contact.

“Oh, I could get used to this. This is nice. You're so warm — oh, and you're asleep already. Got it, I'll shut up. Maybe I'll even join you for a nap.”

The second your head rests on his shoulder, EKKO huffs, a little irritated. Still, he's unable to stop himself from smiling as you body drops lower, your forehead and cheek now resting against his chest.

He sighs for effect, though he actually finds the position pretty endearing — and he eventually even puts an arm around your body to pull you a little closer until you're fully pressed against his side.

“What? Hey—, don't just fall asleep on me. Oh, well. Fine. Alright. Guess I'll just wait for you to wake up then. Here, come a lil closer, though. It's cold.”

VI raises her eyebrows in confusion when you suddenly decide to take a nap while leaning against her side, before a warm smile curls her lips upwards. She's genuinely just admiring you while internally gushing over how adorable you are when you're sleeping, how pretty and cute you look right now and, god, she can feel your lips and your warm breath againet her naked arm.

Suddenly, she feels awfully protective of you — if anyone's talking too loudly in close distance, she'll glare at them for possibly waking you up, and you can rest assured that no one would dare to lay a hand on you as long as Vi's around.

“Hey, shut up. They're asleep, can't you tell? So be quiet or I'll have to make you. Oh—, no, no, babe, just go back to sleep. Nothing's the matter, promise.”

JINX is simply confused when you lay your head down in her lap, only to fall asleep a few moments later. You had mentioned before that you were tired, sure, but she hadn't expected you to immediately be out cold.

Despite her initial irritation, she can't help but smile at your peaceful expression — and she promptly gets the urge to doodle onto your face or body. You might wake up with a few sketches on your limbs, but oh well. Honestly, she most likely wakes you up on accident by her squirming, even though she's genuinely trying to sit still.

“Oh! Sorry, sugar, I didn't mean to wake ya up. But, look, I drew a heart right here onto your cheek. That's cute, right, darl? Come on, you can doodle a matching one onto mine.”

CAITLYN's cheeks flush a lovely pink colour as your head drops against her shoulder, with you obviously asleep. Her smile is soft as she gazes down at you and takes in all those little details she had never noticed before — how pretty your lashes look when cast down like that, how that one little mole makes your face look all the more perfect.

Her hand moves to your head almost instinctively to carefully stroke your hair out of your face, and, oh, she can't help but get sleepy herself when she sees you like that.

“Oh dear, now you're making me tired too with how peaceful you look. Alright, I guess it's time for a nap then, hm?”

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[missmorosis]

sick manager :)

-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima

part 2 with sugawara and kuroo here!

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TW: PASSING OUT :))

To sum up how you felt in one word, you were exhausted. You were physically overworked; pushed to your limit with tons of schoolwork, stress, extracurriculars, and on top of that, you were your school's volleyball team manager. You were merely a first year, but you did your job well, and the entire team loved you.

You had tried to power through the classes, running with just two hours of sleep. Work was starting to pile up, so you had no time for sleep.

You felt yourself falling asleep during lectures, curling up on the grass for quick naps during lunch, and throughout the day, you had the worst headache.

With luck, you managed to make it through, but you still had hours of volleyball ahead of you. You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sleepiness clouding your head. Your head pounded, and nothing was really registering in your brain.

There was no denying it, you were sick.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was still annoying. You didn't want to miss the day's volleyball practice, because you had an upcoming game, so you decided to just push through and deal with it. 

Ignoring how bad your head hurt, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto, someone you recognized as the captain of the team you were the manager for, spotted you from a distance and was already bouncing, beaming as he waved. You smiled back with a small wave. He didn't mind that you didn't match his enthusiasm; he was used to it, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about it.

The two of you walked down to the gym, Bokuto talking animatedly the whole way there in the background. You didn't mind though, it was nice to just listen. However, every word he chirped bore into your brain, seeming to echo.

You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but try to drown out his voice by focusing on your surroundings.

A green bush. A tall tree. A group of students.

“Y/N?” Bokuto waved his hand in front of your face, and you looked up at the mention of your name.

“Hm? Sorry, sorry, I’m just... oh, we’re here!” you said, quickly changing the subject. You didn’t want him to worry, and it was no big deal anyways... You could finally see the gym, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the short walk was actually several miles long. 

You finally made it- 

Shoot.

A sudden dizzy spell overtook you. Shutting your eyes tight, you stumbled on your own feet, your legs giving out beneath you. No, no, no....

"Y/N!" Bokuto yelped as he caught you. He pulled you close to him, and whimpering, you leaned on his chest, trying to stay conscious.

“Sorry...” you breathed softly, just trying to focus on the way Bokuto’s chest went up, and down.

Up... and down. You shut your eyes tighter as a wave of your headache hit. Bokuto’s arms around you were definitely helping you stay standing, and you were thankful. Up... and down.

Then you slumped into his arms.

...

The second your eyes opened again, you were knocked back with a hug. You grunted at the unexpected impact, but smiled when you realized it was Bokuto.

"Y/N! You're awake!" Bokuto yelled, his voice watery with relief. "I thought you died," he sobbed, and you hugged him tight.

"I'm fine, I promise," you said with a laugh. "Just... thirsty." Bokuto leaped to get you a glass of water as fast as he could.

While he was gone, you looked around to see that you were in the nurse's office. You could just imagine Bokuto running with you unconscious in his arms, and you smiled at the thought.

Bokuto came back with the promised water, and he lay a hand on you to check up on your temperature.

"You're really burning up... why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked, pouting.

"I didn't want you to worry... I thought I would be fine, and that I would make it through practice." He shook his head.

"I want to know, okay?" You nodded with a smile.

"How long was I unconscious?" He thought for a second before responding.

"Only for a couple seconds, but you were kinda drowsy so we made you rest. It's been a couple hours now." You immediately got up.

"Practice isn't over yet?" you asked, still hopeful. Maybe you could at least stay for an hour? It was better than noth-

"Y/N..." he sad warningly, and you knew going wasn't an option.

"Fine..."

"Good," he responded, satisfied with your answer.

Walking out of the classroom, you met eyes with Oikawa Tooru, who immediately lit up at the sight of you. His smile immediately turned into a frown, immediately noticing something was different about you, given how perceptive he was.

"What's wrong?" he questioned slowly, and you shook your head.

"Nothing's wrong, Tooru... I'm just tired," you said, but he looked at you suspiciously.

“You should take a break,” he reminded you gently, and you shook your head, no matter how tempted you were.

“I really can’t, I’ve got… a lot to do. But I’m fine, I swear,” you assured him, gesturing towards the gym, despite the sick feeling in your body. You swallowed, trying to swallow the dizziness. “Let’s go!” You tried for a smile, and Oikawa responded with a hesitant one, finally deciding to let it go. 

Starting to walk towards the gym with the volleyball player following close behind, you shook your head, trying to shake out the growing light-headed feeling that you dreaded. It wouldn’t go away.

Shutting your eyes as tight as you could, you didn’t even notice that you stopped walking until someone tapped your shoulder. 

“Hm?” You peeked your eyes open slightly to notice Oikawa standing next to you. 

“Y/N-chan?” His face was written all over with concern.

“Sorry, I just…” You laughed sheepishly, trying to shrug it off, but the pain was beginning to be way too much. “I.. just…” you tried to say, but you were unable to finish as you swayed to one side, tripping over your own feet trying to stay standing. You heard Oikawa's yelp as he rushed to catch you, and you blinked slowly before passing out completely.

...

As soon as you woke up, you found yourself in your own bedroom. When you got up, wondering how you got there, you were met with Oikawa's frown.

"When was the last time you had at least seven hours of sleep?" he asked, disapproval in his eyes as he pushed you back into bed. You gave a shy smile.

"Maybe... two weeks ago?" Oikawa gasped dramatically before tutting in distaste.

"You need to sleep, or else your health will plummet," he said, shaking his head. Of course, at that moment, your headache had to come back. You winced and shut your eyes, burying your face into your hands. "What's wrong?" You shook your head with a sigh.

"My head's killing me," you admitted. "It's been like this all day."

"Wha- Y/N," he scolded, leaving the room. Where was he going? Ah. He came back with some medicine and a thermometer.

"Thanks." You swallowed the medicine, and Oikawa immediately forced the thermometer into your mouth.

"103.2?! Y/N, you'll be here for a good three days. I'm not ever letting you leave your bed until you get better, and I won't leave either." You laughed at his motherly antics.

"But what about pract-" you started, but Oikawa shushed you.

"Think of it as a much needed break." You stared at him.

"Did you at least go today?"

"No, of course not! You were freaking unconscious, I can't go and hit some good serves if I know that my precious Y/N could possibly be in pain," he said with a pout.

"Aw, Tooru..." You kissed his cheek. "You're too swee-" He pushed you back into your pillows, pulling the covers up before you could finish.

"Now rest up, Y/N-chan."

You glanced at your phone; you still had an hour until volleyball practice...

A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?

You found a nice, private corner, and huddled up. Using your backpack as a pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly.

Some time later, Tsukishima was walking by, on his way to practice. His eyes spotted you asleep in the corner, and he smirked.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, laughing to himself softly. "Hey, get up, Y/N." He flicked his finger on your forehead, and laughed when you began to stir awake.

"Mm?" Your voice was raspy from both sickness and sleepiness, and you blinked your eyes, trying to adjust. You shielded your face from the light with your hand, and you finally made out Tsukki's tall figure kneeling in front of you. "Oh, hi Tsukki..." He held out his hand with a smug smile, offering to help you up.

You groaned when you realized that the nap didn't make your headache go away. Getting up too fast, you swayed for a good two seconds; Tsukki's hands were on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

"Ten bucks you don't make it through practice without passing out," he joked, but you had a feeling he was going to be ten dollars richer soon enough. You nodded sleepily, but quickly froze.

"Wait- am I late for practice?" You frantically dug your phone out, sighing in relief when you learned that you still had ten minutes to spare.

"What, you think I would be late?" Tsukishima said, jokingly. "But anyways, I'm not letting you go to practice today. Clearly you need rest... and..." His hand rested on your forehead, and he nodded. "Like I thought, you have a fever." You swatted his hand away.

"Today's practice is important, I can't miss it. I'll be fine, Tsukki, since when do you worry about me?" You turned around, heading towards the gym, when your head hurt just a bit too much. You winced, and faster than your brain could process what was happening, you were already falling to the ground and everything went dark.

...

"Oh, you're awake." You opened your eyes and saw Tsukishima waiting for you. You were in the nurse's office from the looks of it, and Tsukishima got up with some water and medicine.

"Here, take this." You nodded and followed his command.

"Thanks," you said, rubbing your head.

"Hm. You know how you asked when I started to worry about you?" he asked, sticking a thermometer into your mouth.

"Hm? Oh... yeah." You recalled how you had said something like that right before you passed out. You took the thermometer out and glanced at the temperature.

103.2. You hid the thermometer behind your back, knowing Tsukki would not be happy with your temperature.

"The answer was always; I always care about you, even if I don't seem like it."

"Wow, Tsukki..." It surprised you; you never thought you would hear anything nice coming out of Tsukishima's mouth.

"Also, you act like a five year old sometimes, people can't help but worry about you," he added. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Now hand over the thermometer. I didn't forget." Sighing, you reluctantly gave it to him.

"Welp, will you at least cuddle with me until I get better?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. You're contagious..." You pouted, and he sighed. "Fine."

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[mimisempai]

True love cannot be concealed

Summary:

5 times where people discover that Loki and Mobius are together and once where nobody is fooled.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32309122

2182 words - Rating G

1.

Miss minutes was heading towards her monitor, after a little night tour in the TVA complex. She found herself in a hallway she hadn't been in for some time, as it was the TVA's senior members' apartments. It was dark and silent.

A sudden noise startled her, so she slipped into the next hallway and looked around. She heard muffled voices but saw no one. Miss Minutes had always been curious. After all, people couldn't do much to her, and besides, she was small so she wasn't noticed. She walked down the hallway, closer to the voices and then stopped in front of a door when she recognized one of the voices. It was the voice of their new supervisor.

"Stop that right now!" Mobius murmured sharply.

Miss minutes wondered who he could be talking to like that in the middle of the night. She also knew that if there was one person who would absolutely not appreciate her eavesdropping, it was Mobius.

Then she recognized the second voice.

"I don't think you really want this, Mobius..." whispered Loki. Though Miss Minutes was slightly shocked at this point, she continued to listen.

"Loki, not here...." then Mobius' voice faded away and there was silence. Miss minutes wondered if she should leave or stay. But curiosity was the strongest and she wanted to see. So she slowly passed her little body through the opening of the door.

Luckily she was not made of flesh and blood, because she would have fainted.

Mobius was standing on the other side of the room, with his back against the wall, and Loki right in front of him, holding him by the wrists. Which would be a strange enough image, but that's not all. They were kissing and as far as she could tell, they were kissing passionately.

Loki and Mobius! Come to think of it, she should have known better, all those looks, brushes, gentle banter, all those clues were evidence of what was going on between the two men.

Seeing that things were heating up, she stepped back on the tips of her little feet and quickly headed back to her first destination.

2.

It was the first Christmas after the TVA's restructuring and Carol, ex-Hunter C-20, was taking advantage of the calm in the hallways to take a little walk before returning to her apartment when she heard Mobius' voice.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Then she heard a second voice that belonged to none other than Loki

"I could ask you the same thing.''

After a pause, he continued, "You're not hiding from me, are you?".

Carol found there was a strange undertone in Loki's voice, as if he wanted to taunt Mobius, and it was very strange.

Loki seemed to have an extremely high respect for Mobius, so why would he talk to him like that?

"Don't be ridiculous, why would I hide from you, Loki?" replied Mobius gently.

"Oh, maybe you weren't hiding from me specifically. But there's quite a bit of mistletoe everywhere. So I wonder if that's what you were worried about." said Loki openly, teasing.

"You wouldn't dare Loki, right?"

There was no answer to the question and the silence seemed to drag on.

Carol waited a few seconds before glancing behind the wall.

It was rather dark, but she could clearly see the two men, pressed against each other.

Loki was holding his hand up. In the palm of his hand was a branch of mistletoe with green wisps around it, typical of his magic, and they were close, so close, pressing against each other, then Loki bent his head and…

Refusing to watch more, Carol went back the other way.

Although she had a huge urge to share this secret with her friends, she knew she wouldn't. The secret was not hers, and when Loki and Mobius were ready to share it, they would. But the idea of this unexpected couple warmed her heart. After all, seeing friends happy together was a great Christmas present.

3.

For Casey, the restructuring of the TVA had been a little difficult, because he had to take in a lot of new information. Intensive courses were held and he wanted to take them all to catch up.Between his classes and his work at the TVA he was overloaded with work and he wanted to take advantage of his break to go and rest in a quiet place.

He walked along a few hallways to a restroom that he knew was unoccupied at that time of day. Just as he turned the corner he heard voices behind the door.He was about to leave when he heard the familiar voice of Mobius

"Are you sure about this, Loki?"

"What, are you trying to talk me out of it? "

Casey was about to open the door, happy to spend a moment with his favorite people from the TVA. His first friends whom he respected immensely.

However Mobius spoke again and Casey didn't want to intrude on what seemed to be a private conversation after all.

"Of course not, but I don't want to be something you regret tomorrow morning or in a few days."

"I will never regret you Mobius, never."

He didn't mean to pry, he really didn't, but the conversation had stopped a good 20 seconds ago, and Casey was too curious for his well-being.

So he discreetly slipped his head through the door, just enough to see if everything was okay.

But he soon realized that everything was perfectly fine, and above all he understood the reason for this prolonged silence.

Both Loki and Mobius had their lips occupied with... other activities than making conversation for once.

Casey couldn't suppress a smile, because Casey was always happy to see people they liked happy.

4.

HB aka ex-HB summoned a Timedoor to return from a mission.  It was a door that led directly into the office of Mobius who had taken Ravonna's position.

She went through the door and found herself in her former boss' office, which had changed a lot and was much less solemn.HB liked what Mobius had done with it. Especially the three imposing statues of the time keepers were gone.

The door that opened suddenly startled her, and by reflex, she backed up behind a bookcase.

Mobius and Loki were talking animatedly while entering the office, Mobius took his place behind his desk while Loki sat unceremoniously on his lap.

HB struggled to hold back a surprised gasp.

"Loki, not in my office, we've been over this."

Despite Mobius' protest, the way he tightened his arms around Loki's waist left no doubt that he was enjoying the situation very much.

"Just a minute, it's been at least three hours since I've seen you, and even longer since we've been alone together. Just a kiss and I'll be on my way."

Loki made a pout that Mobius was clearly unable to resist which didn't surprise HB, Loki had Mobius wrapped around his little finger since the first day they met.

"Loki, you know we're not going to stop at this."

"I can't help it if you're irresistible..."

"But this time we can't, in five minutes HB is supposed to be back from a mission, to make her mission briefing."

"What, you and HB alone in this office, like you and me?"

HB hardly restrained her laughter.

"Very funny, really. As much as I like HB you know very well that I only love you. "

This time HB hardly held back her gagging. Too much sap.

Loki made another pout which Mobius quickly wiped away with his lips before pushing him away.

"Come on, go to work now!"

Loki laughed as he headed for the door, then turned and blew a kiss, literally. There were two small green lips that flew towards Mobius and then placed a smacking kiss on his cheek.

"You don't know what you're missing! " Loki said as he closed the door behind him.

Mobius smiled fondly as he leaned back in his chair, "How about you tell me about your mission, HB?"

5.

Sylvie was tired. She hadn't been home in over 72 hours and if she took more than ten steps without sleeping, she would fall to the ground. All she wanted to do was take a little nap to recharge her batteries.

She headed to the small break room where there were a few cots that were quite comfortable for the little nap she wanted to take.  Unfortunately, she didn't go any further than the door, because as soon as she opened it, she saw Mobius and Loki sitting on one of the beds, very close, with their backs to her.

They had a conversation in low voice, which seemed very animated and that Sylvie did not manage to understand. She was torn between the idea of interrupting what was going on between them and looking for another place. On one hand, she didn't want to bother them, but on the other hand her mischievous side and her desire to rest were very strong.

Maybe she could just sit on one of the beds and they wouldn't notice her, she was so tired she was sure she would be able to fall asleep even if the two men started yelling. She was about to put this plan into action when Loki put his arm around Mobius and pulled him against his chest.

She had to go now, she couldn't stay.

The next few seconds passed in slow motion. Sylvie took a step back as Loki turned his head to place a kiss on Mobius' hair, and looked into her eyes.  She saw his eyes widen and his body stiffen, causing Mobius to turn around to see what could have caused such a reaction in his companion.

Mobius said simply, "I know I'm not the kind of companion you were hoping for Loki, but get used to it, you'll be seeing more of this kind of situation in the future. Loki and I are together."

Sylvie answered simply, surrendering, "I basically just wanted a bed to sleep in, what you two do is none of my business." She was too tired to say anything more.

"Are you coming, Loki?" Mobius had walked over to the door and was holding out his hand to Loki.

Loki, looking baffled, hurried to join him. Mobius saw his face and said, "What? I never intended to hide. I'm proud to have you by my side."

Then they headed for the exit.

"You know I never had any expectations for Loki, but if I did, you would have met all the qualifications."

It was Mobius' turn to look baffled as Sylvie, ignoring them both, went to take a well-deserved rest.

+1

"Ah there you are Loki. I would like to see something with you about the upcoming mission."

"Morning Mobius, I'm glad to see you too."

"Hello Mobius!" echoed a chorus of voices.

Mobius rolled his eyes in greeting, "Ah, Casey, Sylvie, HB you are here too. Hello."

"And I'm here too," added Miss Minutes.

"Yes, yes hello to you too!"

"Yes," HB added with a chuckle, "apparently we work here too."

"You guys don't stand a chance, he only sees me," Loki replied cheekily.

"Getting back to the mission Loki, we should review the different parameters-" Mobius stopped in the middle of his sentence, licked his lip before resuming, "ahem, the different parameters." Then, leaning forward, he continued, so that only Loki could hear him.

"Don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

"Don't you like it?" replied Loki, looking totally innocent before answering with equal brazenness, "It's your fault, please stop looking so kissable."

However, if Loki was the god of Malice, Mobius could sometimes be the master of it.

"First of all you know very well that the one who looks the most kissable of the two of us, it's you." murmured Mobius pointing at him before continuing, "and if you don't stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on your desk."

Loki suddenly stood up, and said in a louder voice.

"Very well Supervisor Mobius, I think we're going to have to do a little more work on the mission! In order not to disturb my dear colleagues, I suggest we do this in your office."

"I couldn't agree more, Agent Loki, plus the coffee is much better there."

Loki stood up quickly and they both headed for the door.

The way their heads were tilted towards each other, the way their arms and hands brushed against each other at every opportunity, the way they communicated with their eyes, all those little details, left no doubt about the nature of their relationship for those who knew them.

"I wonder if it will ever get old," HB asked as she watched them walk away.

"I don't think so," replied Sylvie.

"You are unfortunately right," added Miss Minutes.

Then, shaking their heads and smiling, they all got back to work.

_____

Whole series here : Together, for all time, always

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[lovethisletters]

Hi! Again I must say: I’m sorry for taking so long, things got complicated but now I have little bit of time…besides I’m wery picky with translations (as you would see in a moment). Anyway, I was very much excited for and while writing this, since I found myself to be very fond of Faith and her relationship with Tim (they’re the cutest) so I tried my best!

Ps: The title of “Refuge” doesn’t have that much relevance in this scenario, is just the title of the song I was listening to while writing this (I think it describes perfectly how Tim’s and Faith relationship might evolve); in case you listen to it but aren’t really familiar with spanish language, here it is subtitled! But there’s minor errors on the translation:

1.     "Eres como el sol caliente y yo soy marte" wich means "You're like the warm sun and I'm like mars".

2.     "Soy desordenado cuando quiero" the word quiero/querer in spanish can mean several things, normally indicating the yearning of something in a possesive (I want this to myself) or romantic (like: I love you)/aspirational (like: I want to become a writer) way (depends on context) so the most adecute in this case will be "I'm sloppy when I am in love" not "when I want" here is a little deffinition. 

3.     The most correct wording in "let me be, I'll help you" would be in fact: "Let me, I will help you".

 Pairing: Faith O’Neal (@insideoflit OC) x Tim Drake

Summary: Faith is tormented by her past to the point of being unable to sleep and have an anxiety attack, so Tim helps her get through it.

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 12:22 am

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1:18 am

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2:48 am

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3:04 am

Her head registered every digit drawn on the clock next to his bed, counting every time she woke up;  but something within herself knew that I'd had been more than just 4. Her eyes weighed, but her mind did not stop, she kept thinking ... remembering and everything at the worst moment.

Maybe it had been 5 or at most 8 nights in a row without being able to sleep completely, but in fact, she really didn't remember the last time she had slept peacefully.  Months or even years ago?

She only knew that the situation had gone from bad to worse ...

What she thought was a simple period of insomnia which would most likely disappear a week later, became part of his routine, which had stopped bothering her a long time ago: intrusive thoughts, impossible variations in hidden memories and unanswered questions that would often come and go and multiplied in the dead of night.

And yet this time it was different ... it was a living nightmare.

The intrusive thoughts had quickly escalated and evolved to such extent that they now resonated aggressively, scratching the walls of his head, digging through everything she wanted to forget and shouting at her so that she could feel it in the depths of his being.

An imaginary pain that threatened to break his little head.

In.  That.  Exact.  Instant.

She felt his breath cut short at the thought of having to get used to all this, his chest full of emotions and an uncontrollable feeling of despair.

That's why she didn't think of anything other than running, rising abruptly from the bed, barely giving his brain time to process the situation;  she ran, as fast as his legs allowed her, she didn't care at all if they were going to break… she just wanted to escape from all that and ignore that past she had unintentionally remembered.

The smell of petricor invading her senses causing a feeling of anguish, seeing those memories instantly regain strength and torturing her in such a ruthless way...

—Hey! Be careful!— her thoughts abruptly interrupted to the feeling of his body collide and almost fall to the ground, if not thanks to the arm clinging to her waist preventing her fall.

—Are you ok?—Tim's eyes invaded by an expression of genuine concern, trying to search the answer to her irrational behaviour.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the moment she reached the garden and much less had noticed Tim standing in the middle of it…like some creepy scarecrow or something…

—I ...— His mind still not quite at the moment allowed for her words to float in the air in a sloppy way.

Tim looked at the girl carefully, trying to decipher what had put her in that state: her hair slightly disheveled by the gentle flushing of the wind, a cold sweat running down her forehead, eyes flushed, her pajamas had gotten a little dirty  due to his small race in the humidity of the night and his bare feet hugging the muddy floor.

—Come, you're going to get sick like this!— He reproached her gently trying not to overwhelm her as much as possible and guiding her back inside.

The living-room of the mansion was empty, wrapped in the cozy sound of silence; indicating the absence of most of its inhabitants.

Tim told Faith to sit by pointing at the couch with a slight nod, which she obeyed.

—Wait here—he ordered again, before disappearing down the hall that led to one of the many bathrooms and returning moments later with a pair of clean towels, leaving one of them over her head, with a small mischievous smile.

—Don't run like that, Faith, you could have slipped and gotten hurt…—He said kneeling in front of her, his hands on the towel shaking it slightly in an attempt to help her dry.

His calm voice hiding the reality of his restlessness.  She knew…knew she had worried him ... And that look only confirmed it, she had already seen it many times, maybe more than she should;  but it was something she could not avoid and that frustrated her greatly.

But Tim was always characterized by being perceptive and soon noticed the expression of guilt on Faith's face.

—Hey ... It’s ok—The Boy reassured by staring at her, still smiling, because he wanted her to really feel safe.

Tim knew that Faith had trouble sleeping, he knew perfectly the symptoms of insomnia: he had noticed the lights of her room stay on until dawn, dark circles highlighting her beautiful big eyes, her clumsy movements during the day, lack of concentration and had even once heard Bruce scolding her because of her teacher's multiple complaints accusing her of sleeping in class.

But she would never admit it… she "didn't want to be a bother"

Tim allowed himself to caress Faith's cheek, gently and delicately as if she were some kind of porcelain doll about to break.

—Do you want to talk about it?

Faith thought briefly before her eyes began to fill with tears that threatened to slip away.

—No, not really ...— A glimmer of guilt was noticeable in her response.

—It’s Okay. Don't feel like you have to—followed by those words, Tim felt the need to hug her;  his arms carefully surrounded Faith's small figure.

—Just know I'm always going to be here for you — his chin resting slightly on her head partially covered by the towel.

The tears that she had forced herself to hide, began to escape silently with an air of cynicism.

—Dammit— she cursed under her breath.

Noticing this, he quickly bent down again to wipe away her tears with his hands.

Faith was a strong, but stubborn person, many times denying herself the idea of ​​asking for help and this was no exception;  she didn't want Tim to see her that way, in her most vulnerable state;  but she also didn't want to leave, despite all the crying, she found Tim's company very much comforting.

So… she stood there, allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of other people for once in a really long time.

After a few minutes (maybe even more) when she had no more tears left, Tim spoke again.

—It's getting late, you should be asleep and unless Riddler is entertaining the bat, Bruce will be here at any minute and I don't want him to scold you for staying up so late, you have class tomorrow, right?

Faith nodded, releasing a small chuckle upon hearing Drake's motherly but bossy tone.

—Whatever you say, mom — emphasizing the word "mom" on a goofy manner.

He rolled the eyes pretending to be offended but without making the least of attempts to hide his own amusement.

—Go to your room, dummy!—

She raised her hands as if she were being arrested before turning around and running upstairs followed by Tim, who was also heading to his room.  However, something stopped her once she was standing in front of the door of her own room.

She didn't want to be alone ... at least not for tonight ...

A small knock on Tim's door caught his attention off of his monitors, at first he thought it was Alfred about to scold him like every other night for not sleeping or Damian who had arrived from patrol early and couldn't find Titus favorite chewing toy.

But no… there in the door frame stood Faith with a pillow under her arm and a slightly shy smile.

—You're supposed to be asleep.

—Right back at ya — she replayed quickly.

—I’m not the one who has to save his grades on algebra tomorrow, Faith—he said, reminding her of his test in the morning.

—Yeah, well… truth is… I can't sleep…

Her voice barely even believing herself.

—Can I… can I stay here? —Tim flushed wildly almost at the exact moment he heard those words come out of her mouth.

—I… Um.  Yeah  Yeah, sure — tripping on his own words he stepped clumsily into the side in order to let her in.

Tim's room was both a mess and incredibly clean… his desk was the messy part, probably because he spend a lot of his time glued to his computer to the point Alfred sometimes had to brake in and almost drag him outside to eat like a normal human  being instead of just feeding off of energy bars and coffee.

In comparison was the side of the bead, it was so clean. Everything looked almost brand new, since he barely slept and when he did it was just very quick naps before patrol.

—Make yourself comfortable— he signaled the bed before putting back on his headphones and to whatever he was doing.

—Aren't you going to sleep?— Faith asked as she settled between the sheets.

Tim was silent for a moment, trying to find an answer.

—Well ... maybe just for a little while…—

He finally spoke before joining Faith, keeping a adequate distance, which Faith quickly ignored by hugging him unexpectedly, burying his face in the boy's chest.

—Good night, Tim.—

Tim thanked the lights were off, otherwise Faith would have seen his face as red as a tomato.  The girl's touch was comforting and warm so he didn't think twice before reciprocating the hug and planting a small kiss on her head.

—Good night, Faith.

[husbandhoshi]

i don’t usually wake up this early! to be completely honest i woke up at three and just couldn’t fall back asleep :(

holy shit med school?? that’s awesome!! congratulations!! and please you’re too sweet :’]

oooh cinnamon rolls! i’m not a huge fan of them myself but i hope they turn out well!!

thank you! i just work a minimum wage job at the moment! my parents are pretty lenient with me and are fine with me still living with them [i won’t get toooo into it of course but there are some complications at home and with me unable to do school atm so i’m very thankful that they’re still letting me live at home 💔💔]

i don’t even know why sticker reminds me of you?? just kinda the vibe i really don’t know why BBAKJSSJ

you’re so sweet :( i really really appreciate you! you’re an angel, lily </3

- angel anon<3

BABY YOU WOKE UP AT 3??? i hope you can take a nap today or go to bed early!!!!

and aaaa tysm <3 my sexy doctor arc is about to begin!! i want greys anatomy for ME

i didn't like cinnamon rolls either but making them mini and from scratch has really changed my opinion on them! what sweets do you like? maybe i'll learn how to make them (if i don't already know ;) )

aww i'm sorry if this is intrusive but i wouldn't beat yourself up that you're unable to move out of the house rn! i'm sure your parents are happy to have you around and hopefully you're doing ok living there as well <3 keep on working hard and i know it'll pay off!

and that is so funny LMAO now whenever i hear sticker i will think of You my friend :) do you like nct? what member is your favorite?

and you're sweet too <3 thanks for always checking in and answering all of my silly little questions haha i hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are!

[netizensdiary]

Thursday - 16 December - 2021

Damn I almost forgot to write an entry for today.

So last night was hell, I kept having really weird, oddly realistic nightmares and being unable to overall sleep, I don't remember what time I managed to fall asleep but what I do remember is that I woke up with the most intense headache I've had in a long while, had to be on painkillers for the majority of the day for it to wear down. Remember how I mentioned yesterday that I fell asleep in the evening? Yeah... that little nap was probably the cause of my nightmares and inability to overall sleep.

Boss gave us some extra cash today as a Christmas present so that's pretty good, there are two things I want to save up for.

1. A DSLR

2. An Oculus Quest 2

I want to get one of them next month but I'm struggling to decide on which, the DSLR will cost me around 400 - 500 while the Quest 2 will cost about 550 - 600 because I have to grab a used one off amazon and ship it here as facebook refuses to ship one to my country.

I've been wanting a DSLR for some time now so I'm most likely going to be grabbing one next month instead of the Quest but we'll see until then.

Work today was boring as usual and I'm pretty tired from my lack of sleep so I'll be heading to bed in a bit.

Goodnight and take care!

[mc-lukanette]

a bonus:

It didn’t take long for Luka to notice how many naps Marinette had been taking ever since her memory loss occurred after giving up the Miracle Box. At first, he thought something was wrong, but then he realized that it was probably her body trying to make up for all the sleep she must’ve lost over the months she’d been Ladybug. After all, the erasure of her memories didn’t mean that the emotional and physical toll on her body was just going to go away.

So, if she ever fell asleep against him, he didn’t say anything about it; just held her close and let her sleep. Marinette didn’t understand her occasional sleepiness and always apologized when she woke up, but he found it soothing in his own way. Just seeing her relax against him, as if there wasn’t a supervillain in Paris and she was truly at peace, was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

Her song was quiet, but loving, her body leaning against him, clearly knowing he was there and unconsciously seeking out more of him. Luka adjusted accordingly, pulling her a little closer and caressing her side with his thumb, not wanting to do too much in case it woke her up.

“M-mm…” She leaned further against him, her face falling into his chest. Luka tried to suppress his smile, the strawberry scent of her hair hitting him full-force and his heart overwhelmed by how cute she was. He half-hoped he wouldn’t have to explain exactly how much he enjoyed these little moments with her.

Then, Marinette stirred, her face rubbing itself against his shirt before she raised her gaze to look at him. “L…luka…”

He opened his mouth to greet her, or maybe apologize if his heartbeat woke her, but then she buried herself into him against, her arms wrapping around him. “Marinette?”

“Mmph,” she sounded against him. “I love you, Luka…”

His heart skipped a beat. He knew that - of course he did, they were dating - but he hadn’t been ready for her to assault him like that. “I love you too, Mari—”

“I love you so much,” she added. Her hold tightened and she needed to take a breath before continuing. “I’m not leaving. I won’t go anywhere. I’d never abandon you. I love you. My heart is yours… only yours.” She rose up to nestle her face into his shoulder. “I just… I don’t know, I needed you to know.”

He gaped at her, the heat rushing to his cheeks. It took him a moment to realize that she might’ve been briefly in the mind space of the guardian Marinette - her before she lost her memories - and while she might not know about what happened in the past, he knew well enough by now that there were lingering feelings; in this case, perhaps guilt that her current mind couldn’t comprehend, and manifested itself into a cover using different instruments to make sense of it.

Luka would be lying if he said that hearing her talk like that, even if he already knew she was dedicated to him, didn’t bring him immense amounts of joy.

Thus, he smiled, running a hand along her back. “I know.” He pressed a kiss to her head in reassurance. “Thank you. I’d never complain about hearing you play my song.”

She let out a hum that was somewhere between relieved and amused. “You’ll get tired of me eventually. I’ll be too clingy, and spoil you, and stick to you for the rest of our lives.”

She truly had no idea of the parallel she just drew to the past; of being unable to do any of those things due to her role as Ladybug. But now she was free, able to stay with him and just be happy.

And if that meant everything she just said, then, well…

“I’d welcome every note of that, Marinette.”

GOD Furious Fu genuinely pissed me off SO MUCH so hopefully you don’t mind me coming over here to ask for some kinda Lukanette fix it for that train wreck??? Like, not even anything super detailed, if you don’t feel like it, maybe just “Marinette caves, gives the Miracle Box to Su-Han, gets spotty memories and Luka (+ Kitty Section and Kagami, maybe) help her out and worry over her.” Maybe Tikki even realizes she screwed up. If not it’s fine but Lukanette makes everything better so I had to ask.

Warning: it’s gonna be a ride.

Keep reading

[sainadazai]

Chapter 3

Returning home that day, you had a new sense of determination. You weren't sure if it was different than that of this morning, considering you really did think you could make friends, but you hoped it was. Todoroki may have been one of the least approachable people in class that day, but for some reason you knew he'd be the easiest to talk to. Well, once you got him to acknowledge your existence.

As you swung open the door to the single story home, you were greeted by the sight of your mother, shuffling through bills at the kitchen table. She didn't seem upset with it, though, rather content in her chore. You admired your mother for that, always being content no matter what. Sending her a quick wave, you march down the hall to your room. You might not have looked it, but all those tests got you tired, let alone all the people trying to speak to you. They seemed nice enough, now that you could think back on it, why did you feel so scared at the time?

Tomorrow would be different, though, because now, you had a plan. The stone faced boy, shoto todoroki, was going to be your first friend. Or at least acquaintance.

You really just needed a nap, maybe some laying down peacefully on your bed to forget the disaster you acted like earlier. However, your cat had other plans. Mochi was perched happily in the center of your bed, curled up as cats do and looking way too adorable to be mad at. YOu cooed at her being so infuriatingly cute. Why couldn't you just go to bed peacefully as she does?

"Ahh, mom come here!" you whisper-yelled marching your way back to the kitchen.

"What, darling? Is it your quirk again?" she shouted excitedly, not moving from her spot.

"NO!Better!"

Her face contorted into a grin as you re-entered the room. "Oh? What could possibly be better than the great metallic's quirk?" she teased your nickname.

Ever since you were little you had been planning to be a pro, that came with lots of different possible hero names. Two years ago, Metallic came into the mix, as your dad suggested you use a more simple name.

"Mochi can, mom."

She giggled a bit, gesturing her hands to the handles of her wheelchair. " You'll have to take me then, I'm not sure Mochi is enough to sheel all the way away from my bills.." she continued to chuckle as you grumbled, but happily went behind her to push her forward.

"Hold on tight, then!"

"Wait, Y/N."

It was too late, you went zooming through the halls, giggling joyously as your mother laughed in fear. She knew you wouldn't let her fall, but she hated the feeling of needing to be picked up by her daughter and hauled into her chair. It made her feel unbelievably helpless.

"Woohoo!"

"Y/n, you passed your room."

"Oh, right, thanks mom!"

Backtracking a couple feet, you swung your room door open, revealing your little cat all fluffed up on your bed, eyes staring at you in alarm at your volume.

"I think you scarred her, hon."

"Shh, isn't she so cute, though? When I came home she was all cuddled up in my blankets."

"Yes, that cat is my favorite child, she is always quiet..." your mom mumbled, smirking although you couldn't see from behind her.

"Hey!"

"Ah, your right, maybe your brother too.." she faux pondered.

You pouted, not knowing if she was joking or not.

"Just kidding I love you all! But seriously hon I need to do the bills."

"Okay, want me to wheel you back?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm sure you're tired after school, go move that cat over and get a nap in before your dad gets home."

You were skeptical about letting her go back on her own, it wasn't more than twenty feet away, but you were protective of your mother. Seeing her even at the chance of pain was unbearable. Maybe it was the attachment that comes with her and dad being your only friends since day one, or your heroic nature, but her suffering was almost more painful to you.

She had always relentlessly assured you that she felt no pain in her legs, but it still always felt like it would. Especially when you were younger and first noticed how she could barely stand. See, when mom and dad met, dad had been an aspiring hero, while mom wanted to be a chef. Neither of them went to U.A, but he was in a hero course, while she was in general studies. It worked out for the most part, too. Dad had gotten his hero license at 18 and mom her first job at a small restaurant.

Didn't last, though. One day while mom was out shopping in the city, a large villain attack occurred. All might have come to fight with an unknown villain who seemed to fare quite scarily against him.

During the fight, however, moms legs were crushed under a fallen building, damaging many nerves and breaking bones. All might saved her that day, kept her from bleeding out and got her to a hospital safely, but the damage was very painful.

Mom never blamed that villain for her pain, or anyone for that matter. Once she began healing and started physical therapy, she had almost completely forgotten the pain of it all. Then, when she had you, she promised her husband that she would try her best to stand and walk and move for you. So her daughter always had someone to play with. Dad didn't like that, though. He wanted her to be safe, and not in pain.

So he hung up his cape and got a job in construction, given the family quirk it suited him well. With that, he could spend more time with you and your mother, looking after both of you.

That didn't stop the pain from getting to her, though, and the nerves going numb. Leaving her completely unable to walk now, but she wouldn't trade those years when you were little for anything. She just loved you too much to mind her own pain.

Smiling at the memory of the story your parents used to tell you, you fell asleep with one arm around mochi.

-

Todoroki never minded other kids. He spent most of his life training with his father, though he couldn't say he liked his father all that much either. Kids his age had a habit of making him jealous though, even if their lives weren't perfect, they didn't have endeavour for a father.

Still, mow he stood in his home bathroom, looking at his face in the mirror, practicing how to speak to you. Wondering what might male you smile.

It was stupid, really. He had been speaking all his life, words weren't all that hard, but he guessed je might have to try a little harder on these ones.

"Hello, im shoto."

No, you already knew that, you would probably think he is dumb.

"How does your quirk work?"

Metal, obviously. How could anyone have missed that after yesterday. Maybe if he tried to relate to you? But how could someone like him relate to you? You looked so pure, maybe not the happiest, but you didn't seem like you'd been to hell and back.

He thought you were likely just the nervous type, an overthinker.

"Hi, y/n."

"I'm sure that would work.."

Shoto's head jolted to the open bathroom door and he saw fuyumi standing there. He didn't know her well, but they lived together so he should have shut the door.

"What do you mean?" he questioned, not sure that was the right one at all.

"Brother, I don't know who you want to talk to, but, it's best if you speak in the moment, all you have to say is hi."

"Maybe to normal people." he spoke, still stone faced, not believing he would work.

"So this person isn't normal?"

"No, she apologizes too much."

Fuyumi laughed a bit, "What does that mean?"

"Well, after observing her today, I think if I said hi, she would just say sorry.." he pondered, imagining your cute face flustering and stuttering and putting an apology.

"Oh my, well I guess I'll leave you t0 it then."

"Um, thanks?"

-

School the next day was exciting for both of you. You, being ready to train and learn and make friends, and he to use his well rehearsed conversational skills. Little did the two of you know the dramatic training that would take place all but the second day of school. It wasn't like anything to be expected, the day started out with a simple english class led by present mic.

Having arrived barely on time due to the crazy long bike ride, you had no time to become friends with todoroki. However, upon first entering the school, you met the smart and pretty girl from the day before. It seemed she was still curious about your quirk, but this morning she was mindful of your anxiety.

Her movements were soft and her voice was calm and quiet as she questioned you on the way to class. The way she treated you was very settling, it made the brisk walk towards class 1-A just a bit easier today. No one had ever really spoken to you like that.  Kids at your old school opted to ignore you because you were always busy anyways, or tease you for being sheltered and as they would say "innocent." You were not.

All of the things middle schoolers seemed to fancy were just irrelevant to your career as a hero, it made no sense to indulge them. So, given that history, this sweet girl, who had a habit of pulling and twisting the ends of her skirt, had made you feel ecstatic. Yaoyorozu had actually changed her demeanor to accommodate you, she really was too caring.

"Now, which of these four sentences contains a mistake?"

You weren't paying attention, to say the least. English and learning could wait for a time when the boy next to you wasn't looking so endearing. Today you learned he has different colored eyes as well, beautiful cerulean blue on one side and dark grey on the other. It was odd of you to be staring, even more odd at this boy you barely know, but something about that blue in his eye was so familiar, you just couldn't place it. Not to mention the burn scar residing around it.

It would be rude to ask, but you really were curious. Suppose that's a topic to remember when you know him better-if you know him better.

The class went by in a haze as you tried to find another pair of those blue eyes in your memory, but to no avail.

Then, you quietly shuffled down the halls to the lunch room. The line for lunch was very long, so you it was nerve racking to enter, but you wandered up and made your way there. Once you had your lunch, you took a long inhale, treasuring the steam of the rice that warmed your face.

The table's seemed mostly occupied, but you had to remind yourself there were probably no assigned groups. Everyone was new. Everyone was confused about where to sit. Or maybe they weren't? Maybe they made friends on the first day while you were busy apologizing...

"Hey, y/n, I still have some questions if you wanna sit with me?"

Startled by the voice, you jumped, the food on your tray doing a quick bounce to mimic you. The voice was recognized quickly, though, as the girl you'd spoken to earlier. It wouldn't hurt for todoroki to be your second friend, would it?

Turning over your shoulder you shot a half-assed smile at her to mask the sudden discomfort. She really was right behind you, had she been there the whole time?

You walked to a table in a corner, following her, and noticed a couple other girls there. It wasn't a new idea that in school settings, people often linked to stick with their own gender. It was just a bit of a shock that they could all bond so quickly over something so miniscule as being female.

In life your mom and dad had always equally been your best friends, it's an odd example but the dynamic is similar to if they were kids, too. That led you to believe there wasn't much difference between hanging around girls or guys. You wouldn't complain, anyone talking to you here was a blessing. Well, maybe not the yelling one.

"So, um, you had more questions?" you look up at momo warily.

Her face brightens in excitement as she pulls out a piece of paper. It seemed to be a list, had she been preparing questions? Geez, no need to make you feel special.

"So, you used your blood yesterday and somehow applied ample force to it to hurl a ball to an exact distance, care to um elaborate?"

The rice was just about to reach your mouth, but you paused, for her sake. Best to answer, then eat, although it smells delicious.

"Oh, well, you acknowledged earlier that my quirk has to do with metal, the medical term would be ferrokinesis. So, I was just manipulating small particles of iron, without unbonding them from my blood."

"Woahh, I totally didn't even know blood was like that..." Mina, the pink haired girl spoke, shaking her head and bouncing her beautiful curls as she did so.

Seeing her distraction, you shoved an ungodly amount of rice into your mouth, feeling a bit more comfortable already. Your cheeks squished out like a chipmunks and you chewed the best you could to both savor the flavor, and not choke.

"So you could do that with other people's blood?"

Mouth still full of food, you continued to answer casually.

"Well, I suppose I could.." you continued to chomp, voice slightly muffled by the rice in your cheeks,"but I'm not sure that'd be vewy hewoic of me."

E/c eyes glanced up at them casually to scope their opinions on your words, but the girls were too busy cooing at how adorable you were. Their sudden change of emotion caused an embarrassment trigger to go off in your mind. Cheeks heating up, but not showing any red. Eyes widening, you quickly swallowed the last of your rice, and sputtered out an apology for your disrespect.

"Oh gosh, it's rude to talk your mouth full, I'm sorry. My mother usually finds it funny because of the way my voice changes, but you're not my mom, haha. Wait!Um no she doest say that, um, I-"

"It's okay, you're adorable, and please don't say sorry, okay?" The girl with the sound quirk, and stylish hair spoke.

"Oh, um, yeah.."

-

Hero basic training. The moment of the day you'd been anticipating. Come to U.A. for the hero course, and this is the time of day you will always look forward to.

"I AM HERE!" You heard a voice boom from the doorway.

Sure enough, there he was. The number one pro hero, All Might himself. He was cool, but you preferred endeavour or best jeanist. It was just, he was so flashy, and people always depended on him for relief or safety, it didn't make sense. What happens when eventually, he is out of commission? Heroes that didn't worry about being some beacon of hope might be less comforting, but at least they'd get the job done now, and be easier to let go of later.

These thoughts, however, did not change the fact that you did still revere him. Who wouldn't? It All Might.

He went on a spiel about today's training, being ridiculously loud. Today wouldn't fight training, and it seemed the boy next to you was indifferent about that, but you, you were excited. This was what your quirk did best. Not to brag, but you'd say you have about a 7/10 chance of beating almost anyone in this class in hand to hand or quirk on quirk combat.

After all, you sacrificed your childhood to pursue it.

"But one of the most important things about being a hero is looking good-" The walls suddenly protrude outwards, causing your body to stiffen. Oh. It was the costumes. How exciting.

"Get yourselves suited up, and then meet me at training ground beta."

You happily obliged, rushing to grab your case and to change, this would most definitely be a fun training day!