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hawks | baby socks

Hawks x Reader

summary: Hawks isn’t ready to be a dad. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be—but now, he might need to rethink some things.

word count: 3.4k

a/n: short and montage-y. follows the idea that Hawks realistically isn’t looking to be a family man, but might be converted… for reasons 

inspired by an idea from @gabb-yeet​ ty friend <3

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After two long, stressful weeks, your concerns were no longer contestable. Two weeks during which you waited, and hoped, while your mind did manic rebounds between joy and fear.

A third week came and went without your period, and you knew then that there was no denying the truth growing inside of you.

A pregnancy test from the local drug store gave you final confirmation. The other two you took while riding a wave of denial reverberated the inescapable.

You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Hawks’s baby.

And you had no idea what to do.

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high school AU hawks please >.< how does he simp !!

omg I love this

Hawks

High school Hawks sees you asleep at your desk and reaches over to grab your notebook so he can take notes for you. Just to make sure you don’t miss out on anything

He could wake you up but... you’re so sleepy. You look like you really need it. He’s gonna let your little cute ass sleep because you’re so precious... get that good zzz boo. He’ll write down lecture notes for you

Every person in class flocks to his desk during breaks; everyone wants to talk to him and be his friend. Except... all he wants to do is turn around and talk to you the entire time. Oof the jealousy in class because all of his attention is on you... it’s insane. But so flattering

Same thing in the hallways too. He’s got a dozen people around him at any given time because he’s just that popular. But the moment he sees you, he’s shouting through the crowd to get your attention, and skips over to you

Like... PLEASE he is begging for your attention. He lives for it

Ok but really most of his simping is done innocently... at first

He thinks you’re just so damn CUTE he can’t handle it

Tries to impress you during outside breaks by excelling in every sport possible

He switches schedules with people so he can partner up with you when it comes to end-of-the-day classroom cleaning

But he ZOOMS through the cleaning himself so that by the time you actually get there at the end of the day to do your part, it’s already done and he’s like (: now we have some time to spare right (: let’s chat (:

Unless you’re just like hey real shit?? no cleaning?? Bye. I’m going home. Thanks Hawks.

He’s like ): ..... ok

It would be absolutely delicious if you were in need of a tutor. Of course he would jump at the opportunity, seeing as how he excels in pretty much every area of academia. Please please please let him tutor you

I mean his tutoring sessions are 90% flirting with you and 10% actual studying but... oh well

Oh this goes without saying but: the first day he sees you in class and decides he MUST simp for you, he tries to find you on every social media platform possible. Will purposely—NOT ACCIDENTALLY, PURPOSELY—like your pictures from two years ago

He wants you to know that he is not only Looking Directly, but that he Likes What He Sees

He loves sitting with you in the schoolyard and chatting you up for as long as possible. Your friends will have to wait their turn, sorry. He’s got you for the next thirty minutes

But he’s also down to just sit around and vibe to some music. His headsets are a little too big to share so hopefully you’ve got some AiR pOdS 

Simpy Hawks also jogs up to you on a rainy day when you’ve forgotten your umbrella and holds his up for you—it’s totally okay if he gets wet. Who cares?? It’s just rain... that very same rain that better not touch one hair on your cute little head

He’ll walk you all the way to school holding this umbrella for you. By the time you arrive he’s absolutely drenched but he’s got this simpy smile on his face because (: ah (: job well done (: you are dry and comfortable and that’s what matters (: 

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argument headcanons // miya atsumu

— There are two types of arguing with Atsumu, either the two of you are blowing up to the point it nearly gets you into a fistfight with him or you chiding him while he looks thoroughly chastised.

— Everyone know Atsumu has a whole ass mouth on him that's both blunt and hurtful whenever he wanted. It came out easily during his moment of anger and more than a few times it earned him a whole slipper to the face for saying something he shouldn't.

— He's usually quick to notice when he said something wrong and awful but not until you lost it that his guilt began to bleed out. He has a pride to keep... One that often vanished the moment immense displeasure showed on your face.

— It’s pretty impossible to not lose your patience while living Atsumu, that's the type of person he is. Sometimes he has the tendency to push the limits and while he does learn once the boundary is set, you really need to pull out the water sprayer every once in a while.

— Fight him like you'd deal with an ill-behaved cat. He'd hiss and jump, being all “Babe! What did I say about the sprayer?! No spraying!” “I also told you to wash the dishes every day but look! Three days worth of dishes in the sink!”

— Osamu loves ganging up on him with you whenever he visits when the two of you are in the middle of a fight. Usually he's content to sit at the sideline and watches while Atsumu is under fire, however, every now and then he'd throw in a comment that puts his brother at a disadvantage. Anything to be a little shit about it.

— The amounts of times Atsumu has to sleep on the couch or the guest room because of the argument... Exquisite. Honestly, he tends to sneak back in the bedroom in the middle of the night and be like “Babe :( I miss my favourite pair of twins.” “😑” “🥺” He really didn't have to be all cute about it but he did anyway.

— He doesn't hold a grudge for long, at least not with you. If he's upset about anything you did, it's pretty easy to coax him out of his pouty moods by showering him in your affection. Honestly, he just loves you too much to stay mad and he can try to pretend but if you coddle him, he caves so fast.

— Don't promise you'll do anything for him unless you're prepared to deal with the consequences of his... perverse and creative mind.

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miya atsumu as a dad but it’s dumb part 2

— Yeah, your kids will learn how to curse earlier than their average peers and needless to say, the person responsible for that is also dealing with the damage. Although, you probably shouldn’t have left this task to your baby’s daddy because whew, this man is a whole mess.

— “Hey! Don’t call yer brother a motherfucker, if there’s anyone fucking yer ma in this house, it’s me!” The kids have never seen Atsumu getting kicked in the head by you so fast.

— Actually shot his kid with a hose once before while he was watering the plants in the gardens because his kid used a water gun on him as a joke. He just smiled sweetly at his kid with his foot stepped further down on the hose to keep his kid unaware of the incoming water. When he stood up, he just straight up unleashed the held up water at his kid’s face. As you can see… he’s a very good dad.

— Forget to pick up his kids from school all the time like once he actually left the house with the intention to pick up his son but when he came back, he only had a grocery bag filled with snacks and beers. For a moment he was like… I’m missing something—OH SHIT MY BOY I FORGOT MY BOY

— On the same wavelength, lost his kids at the supermarket all the damn time like the workers there are so used to seeing his kids’ faces, at one point the information counter just went “Hey Atsumu, one of your kids popped up here again.” on the announcement before Atsumu even realised he got separated with his kid.

— Unlike many married couples, he knows how to keep passion alive even after you two have kids together. Namely he will dump the kids on Osamu during the weekends so he can take you out on a date. Thank gods Osamu knows how to handle kids… otherwise, say goodbye to your man.

— Doesn’t remember to save his kids’ phone numbers when he first got them their phones. The first time he received a message from his kid it was like “Remember to pick me up at 4″ “tf r u” “…Dad… it’s me. Your child? Hello?” “oh real shit? LMAO”

— This is built on him being disastrous in the kitchen. If you aren’t home then Atsumu and the kids are pretty much going to freeload at Osamu’s place for food. Either that or his restaurant like what’s the point of having a famous chef brother if he can’t get free food? At least, Osamu only charged Atsumu’s portions.

— Either that or spend the whole time you’re away eating instant noodles or takeouts, it’s not a choice really.

— When his kid came to your shared bedroom to ask for his help because they’re afraid of the monster under their bed, Atsumu just told them to “get over it, pussy” and promptly got kicked off the bed by you. He grumpily went to check then told his kid “see, ain’t no darn monster down there” before shuffling back to his own bed real quick. If the kid was insistent on being away from the monster, he’d let them sleep between the two of you.

— However…sleeping with Atsumu is ehhh a task really, you’ll wake up with your kid at the end of the bed and Atsumu has a foot on the poor kid’s face.

— He probably didn’t really rush into getting married even a few years after the first kid, so inevitably, something down the line of getting curious eyes from others will come up. 

— The boiling point was probably the one time when he picked up the first kid from kindergarten and one of their friends asked if that was their dad and they were like “My mom called him sperm donor.” 

— Atsumu felt his soul evaporated from his body. “I’M YER GODDAMNED DAD!”

— He’s so fussy about it later with you too. “I didn’t change diapers and paid for everything just to be called a sperm donor, ya know.”

— He tries to act cool but really if he got a LEGO set for the kids… he’s also playing with it, don’t even think about touching it without him around. He only gets the fancy ones and makes sure they don’t get broken once it’s finished. It’s a nice bonding activity at least.

— If he saw his kids struggling with something… He just pushes the whole kid aside to deal with the problem himself then gets up, pats the kid’s head and walks away once he’s done without waiting for a thank you. That’s about as fatherly as he can get really.

— Atsumu is all for family matching styles during vacation. It’s also a blessing than he has a pretty good sense of fashion outside of his… normally embarrassing pyjamas. Honestly, he has a habit of coordinating clothes with you since your dating days, it’s no surprise he’d drag the kids into this too.

— Honestly he’s so powerful because he doesn’t even care if it’s cringe… Cringe culture got nothing on this man.

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i love this panel so i had to redraw it

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forehead

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*bangs pots and pans*

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a helping hand (or two) | dabi

Dabi x fem!Reader

summary: Dabi is suffering from an aphrodisiac quirk. Now he’s got a dick that just won’t quit, and you have to take care of it.

word count: 10.4k

contains: almost dub-con, handies, bjs, dick riding, dirty talk, slight violence, a very stubborn Dabi 

a/n: self-indulgent & vaguely crack-ish. my idea of an aphrodisiac includes an overload of the five senses bc…idk I wanted an excuse to play w/ descriptive prose. my kink is describing Dabi’s horniness in paragraphs ok. meaty intro before the smut, hang in there

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Dabi entertained the alley-dweller’s angry outbursts with sadistic patience. The man yelled at him, threatened him, boasted of all the ways in which he was going to make Dabi suffer for attacking and underestimating him—

Then, finally having decided that the fodder was no longer amusing him, the flame-user extended a glowing palm in preparation to finish the job. 

When you read the intention in Dabi’s movement, you fidgeted where you stood and calculated the risk of opposing him. 

“You can’t just keep burning everyone you don’t like,” you said, calculations made, deciding that you might as well attempt to be a voice of reason while you were paired up with him on this job. 

It was a voice he happily ignored. The white-hot glare of his palm smoldered into the bursting blue of his flames as they lit up his fingers.  

“Says who?” 

Trash was trash. If you couldn’t see that, then oh well. Folly on your part for thinking the tedious task of recruiting didn’t require this sort of disposal; what better to do with underwhelming candidates than permanently remove them from the talent pool? You shouldn’t have tagged along if you weren’t prepared for his methods. 

When the alley-villain realized that Dabi’s patience for his empty, arrogant threats had been spent, his dirt-stained face colored with fear, and his wild eyes darted in every direction of the alley to seek refuge from the imminent flames. He started to plead—which Dabi found grimly amusing given that the man had been spouting insults about his patchwork skin just moments before—then he shrank back against the alley wall, sinking to the ground in fear.

“The more bodies you leave the easier it will be for the police to track us.” You’d taken to your persuasions again, fruitless though you knew it was. 

“And?”

“And you’ll be compromising the entire League.”

“If all you’re gonna do is complain then you don’t have to tag along, ya know.” He spared a glance your way, with that drolly exasperated look on his face he always gave when he felt you were speaking out of turn. 

But his diverted attention proved costly: the alley-dweller suddenly went berserk, and was rushing at him with a final, rogue desperation to escape. 

The charge, surprisingly swift as it was, was also uncalculated, and Dabi narrowly side-stepped to avoid a blow. With an indignant sneer, he rounded his hand and kindled his flames anew: no more games, it was time to kill. But before he could retaliate, the lunatic was on him again, barreling toward him. 

Though fatally seared by the sudden discharge of flame that Dabi released, the derelict’s bulk was still sufficient to topple into Dabi and throw him off balance. He might have fallen from the impact if not for the way the man gave a wailing, pained shriek and threw himself away from the flames. 

Torched and agonized as the man was, his mounted attack hadn’t been a complete failure: though Dabi’s flames had mostly protected him, there was an unmistakable sensation of damage in him which left him suddenly rigid with alarm. 

Had he been wounded?

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I spent all afternoon doing this, and I don't regret :)

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connect.

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tetsuro kuroo (24) (nekoma grad)

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vanilla | dabi

alpha!Dabi x fem omega!Reader 

summary: Dabi isn’t aware that the LoV has an omega up for grabs, not until he accidentally comes across you in heat. 

word count: 11.7k

contains: scent kink, humiliation, masturbation, obnoxious dirty talk, dub-con elements, mentions of blood/burns, Dabi being an all around bastard 

a/n: commissioned by K to share part of my ABO fic. Most ABO stuff makes me squeamish & I’m new to writing it so I leave out some token tropes (knots, I’m looking at you). A diluted omegaverse, if you will

this is another private fic that I didn’t plan on posting so it’s kinda uhh bad. oh and don’t let the title mislead you… Dabi is anything but vanilla 

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When he found the safehouse, Dabi knocked at the front entrance.

For a long time there was no response, and he tried again, louder this time and with more exasperation.

“Coming,” he heard a shout finally, muffled across the steel door.

Dabi rubbed his eyes to put some pressure behind them, in hopes it might too take that same pressure away from the sting in his nose.

Some heady omega in the area was in heat, and a bad one; the entire neighborhood reeked of the tantalizing aroma.

He groaned, jaw tensing, and with practiced composure put the fire down in his body. He had enough of it running under his skin every second of the day in the form of his quirk. He didn’t need any more. But it was getting worse the longer he waited there with that smell tiding in the air.

He didn’t even know why he was there, doing such a chore, in the first place.

Maybe it was because this League of Villains business was a promising crusade; he’d heard good things and seen for himself some profit in the affiliation, even despite how profusely he disliked the weird hand-guy, or how awkward the black fog in a suit could be. 

The other recruit, Toga—who he found as equally disagreeable as the rest—had all but blindsided him that evening as he exited the dainty bar which they called headquarters.

Could you do me a favor, Dabi? she’d entreated with an attempt at innocent, girl-like charm: a tactic which, as it usually did, failed. The manic grin on her face had only made him want to be away from her company all the sooner.

No, he’d said, and pushed past her.

But she’d skipped after him, steadfast. 

Tomura had asked her to run an errand in one of the more dangerous parts of the city, she’d said, but she wasn’t sure what to do. She was just a girl, after all. Couldn’t Dabi do her this one favor and take the responsibility off her hands? She was too nervous to take a trip like that, and so late in the night.

Bullshit, he’d said, but instead of protesting in defense of herself, she’d just giggled like a lunatic, dropping her pretense.

Still, when she said it was a delivery which needed to be made to you, the only member of the League he had yet to officially meet, curiosity pinched him.

Indifferent as he was to comradery, he was undeniably interested in unearthing the particulars of this would-be villainous syndicate, which included being at least somewhat familiar with his allies. He knew you had been an original member even before he and the psycho schoolgirl came into the fold; but little else. 

You needed a delivery to be made to one of the League’s safehouses? Well, maybe he could oblige, if only to snoop around. Shigaraki was particularly fastidious with the information he willfully shared, and Dabi would take any opportunity to filch information under the boss’s nose in stride.

After all, if Toga, a new—and undoubtedly incompetent—recruit was being tasked with these deliveries, why not Dabi? Why not Kurogiri, who could make the shipment with ease given his quirk?

What was going on behind the scenes that Dabi wasn’t seeing?

Underwhelming as his first task as a newcomer would be, he saw it as an opportunity. He could be a good and useful asset to the League just for the night, he’d decided, when he told Toga he would do it. He was headed to that side of town anyways, he’d said. 

So there he found himself, his foot tapping impatiently on the ground as he waited outside the safehouse. 

That goddamn scent that wafted around the building… Why did he feel as though he’d smelled it before? And why did it smell so… sickeningly sweet?

He tried to distract himself by musing over what might have solicited these late-night deliveries, for example: what was in this suitcase he was meant to give you. 

Toga had handed it to him with such a twisted, giddy smile on her face that he was half-convinced it was a bomb ready to blow and scatter him into pieces for her sick delight. Once he’d found it locked, he’d given up on guessing the contents after he shook the thing and the rattling inside gave no indication of the secrets it held.

More distraction, he entreated himself. 

He thought of the itch of his staples, the uncomfortable tingle on his ridged skin when the air brought heavy wind against it. He thought of anything that might take away from the smell of raw heat in the area, but it was an instinctual pull that left him fidgeting where he stood.

He was about ready to leave the suitcase at the door and hit the road, when there was a commotion from across the threshold.

The aroma that burst from the opening door completely smothered him, made every bone in his body feel like smoldering steel; made lightning shoot down his veins and a low breath catch in his lungs.

You blanked when you saw him there, your pupils blowing wide with shock, then, if he read it correctly, fear.

He sniffed hard, his body scrambling for a source to the scent that begged his alpha inclinations to go wild. The inhalation sent pinpricks of warmth down to his feet. The smell was overwhelming now, almost dizzying.

And it was coming from you.

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Haikyuu!! Girl’s Side DS: Kuroo Tetsurou 

Good looks, intelligence, athleticism and a decent circle of friends, Kuroo has everything an average boy of his age wished for during high school. However, he happened to miss out on the most crucial detail to make everything perfect: his desired romance. His crush on you had been one of his many ailments since the two of you met in high school.

— It really didn’t help that you were the school’s Rose Queen, the girl with perfect everything.

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Could I please request Aizawa, Bakugou, and Hawks finding out that their s/o has a tattoo on their butt. Maybe they're embarrassed and use foundation to cover it. However you wanna swing it. XD

I know exactly who sent this, you little shit. XD 

 Aizawa Shouta ~

 It’s easy to assume that Aizawa doesn’t have a sense of humour, given how grumpy he is 24/7. The antics of his students usually get a flat look at best and demonic glowing eyes and menacingly floating scarf at worst. So you’d think a butt tattoo wouldn’t really get much of a reaction.

 You’d be wrong.

 The second he sees a sliver of it - maybe he walked in on you while you were getting changed or wasn’t quite as fast asleep as you thought he was when you were getting dressed. Either way, he’s suddenly wide awake.

 “Is that…a tattoo?”

 You try to explain yourself - you got it when you were a dumb, angry teenager and have regretted it for ages, but this Cheshire-cat grin starts spreading across his face.

 “I want a closer look.”

 Good luck weaselling out of that one - his scarf functions like a lasso and he ain’t afraid to use it. He’ll have you roped in seconds.

 Even if he doesn’t make a big thing about it after discovering it, you know sometimes he thinks about what lurks beneath your clothes - he’ll be eyeing your ass and then give you this knowing smile.

Bakugou Katsuki  ~

 He laughs at you. The utter bastard. He thinks it’s the funniest shit ever - who’s that stupid to get such a bad tattoo? Didn’t you even check the place out before you went in there? (No, you didn’t. You were on holiday, all your friends were getting one…yeah. You’re lucky it didn’t get infected, honestly.)

“What the fuck?”

 He won’t bother asking you details. Not Bakugou goddamn Katsuki. Oh no. He’ll just grab ahold of you, yank your clothes out of the way and rub the foundation off himself, your horrified squealing making absolutely no difference. He’s gotta see it with his own eyes.

 “HA! Oh my god, you actually fucking did it?!”

Likes to slap your butt where the tattoo is. He won’t out it to everyone, but he’ll give you these knowing smirks, especially if you’re being a little too sassy or you’re calling him out on something. The temptation to let everyone know about your little secret always dances on the tip of his tongue.

 He starts calling you ‘Inkbutt’, though usually when you’re only, though sometimes he’ll shorten to “Inky” when you’re in public, he thinks the flustered look on your face is fucking hilarious. And kinda cute.

Suggests you get his name on the other cheek. Y’know, since your butt belongs to him. He’s only half-joking.

Keigo Takami ~

He is delighted.

 Hawksy thinks that body mods like tattoos, piercings, dyed hair, what have you, are cool as fuck. I doubt that he was permitted to do so himself by the Hero Commission, so he finds himself drawn to people who have them.

You never told him about it, you were kind of drunk at the time and had been mulling over the idea of a tattoo for a while, but what possessed you to ask for it on your booty, you will never know. You’re sure the tattoo artist must have misunderstood you or you passed out on the table or something.

 Needless to say, when Keigo walks in on you rubbing foundation on your ass, he’s at first confused, then concerned and then gives way to sheer glee. 

 “Whaaat? You had a tattoo and I’m only just finding out about it now? You’ve been holding out on me, baby bird!”

 He’ll chase you around the place to get a look at dat ass, cackling like an idiot the entire time. You can try fleeing from him, but he’ll cheat and use a feather to lift you up or just fly to where you’re headed. If criminals running away from Hawks can’t managed to dodge him, you stand no chance.

 Unlike Aizawa or Bakugou, he won’t mock you for being so impulsive/gullible and will even offer to pay to get it sorted out…as long as you promise to get something else instead of just outright erasing it altogether, he thinks it was cool of you to try it out and doesn’t want you to squash your creativity over a mistake.

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Please take care of me! Think boys who are usually emotionally unavailable or unobservant taking care of their sick s/o. I think we could all use a bit of fluff with what's going on in the world right now. Kirisaki please!

FURUHASHI KŌJIRŌ: You wonder why Furuhashi refused to open the curtains this morning when you asked for sunlight. You've been under the weather for nearly two weeks and the last thing you want is to be trapped beneath a colorless ceiling when the clouds outside have finally let their ghosts burn up in the sun. You haven't seen Furuhashi for an hour and you decide that now is as good a time as any to sneak out of bed and peek outside. You're halfway to the window when Furuhashi clears his throat from somewhere behind you, making you visibly jump and cry out. You turn around and he holds his hand out to you, an inscrutable look on his face. You think about ignoring him for making your pulse skip into overdrive but hastily accept his hand in lieu of potential conflict. Furuhashi leads you out to the backyard where a blanket is stretched out on the lawn, right between the lavender and Chinese snowball shrubs. You sit down on the quilt his mother gave you for your last birthday and watch Furuhashi take his place across from you. He opens a basket to reveal two sliced loaves of freshly baked bread, an array of flavored jams and various kinds of butters, two beverages, and a stack of napkins. He wastes no time and begins to dole out the items as you turn your head up toward the rays coming through the maple trees. “I didn't know what else to do,” Furuhashi tells you as he hands you a piece of bread complete with butter and jam. You take the snack and Furuhashi promptly licks the sticky remains of jam from his fingers. “I know that you're tired of being inside so I thought I'd give you a break while turning the outdoors into something...special.” Furuhashi has never been good with words that describe his emotions, but as he begins decorating another piece of bread, you forget about the sun and stare at the boy framed in hibiscus flowers instead. HANAMIYA MAKOTO: You spend the better half of the morning arguing with Hanamiya about how it's not your fault that you've developed a cough. The elevated pitch of your voice only makes you hack harder and aids in increasing Hanamiya's already heightened state of impatience. He leaves the house with a string of expletives on his lips and his thick eyebrows drawn together in an expression of annoyance. You find yourself walking an edge of equal frustration and storm into the bathroom for a long soak that you hope will calm your frazzled nerves, and if you're lucky enough, help you feel a bit better. It's not long, however, before you hear the door slam and something unintelligible in Hanamiya's voice. You sigh and think about drowning yourself in bubbles and bath salts but the bathroom door comes open and your anger spills over the frame of deliberation and into a well of opposition. You prepare yourself for another argument despite the exhaustion overtaking the very marrow in your bones, but Hanamiya's expression has softened and there's something like consideration carved into his inherently sharp features. He tells you to meet him in the living room and leaves the bathroom without closing the door behind him. You consider defying him but he's piqued your interest, so you climb out of the tub and into a fluffy bathrobe. “Sit down on the couch,” Hanamiya tells you when you enter the room. You heed his command, albeit a bit skeptical, but as soon as you're seated, Hanamiya wraps you in a warm blanket. “There's cold medicine, cough drops, and tissues in the bag next to you.” He unwraps a piece of chocolate and feeds it to you, his eyes as warm as the confection that's melting on his fingers. Then he sits down and pulls your favorite childhood book out from behind a cushion. “I'm going to read you a story, so just sit there quietly and focus on getting healthy.” HARA KAZUYA: You haven't seen Hara since you've come down with a cold, and though you understand him not wanting to get sick, you're a bit lonely without him around. You miss spending cold nights in his warm arms, the sound of his voice when he tells you wild stories from his childhood, and the way his fingers feel when he's stroking your hair. You tell yourself that it's due in part to the fact that you're unwell but you miss him now more than ever. You think about calling him over but you're almost afraid to hear another flimsy excuse justifying why he can't make it. What's worse, is that being sick gives you more time to think, and more rumination means conjuring up the worst possible reasons for his absence. You try to discard your negative thoughts but it's not an easy feat considering Hara's been physically neglecting you for days. Your lungs feel weak from trying to reach him, which is implausible considering you haven't spoken to him in over twenty-four hours. You wonder if you've become as lovesick as you are unhealthy but a knock on your front door forestalls the consideration. You shuffle over to the door, and before you can call out to who's on the other side, the ceaseless knocking tells you that it's Hara. You unlock the door and tug it open to reveal the purple-haired boy, the sun at his back, and a halo of light encircling his head. “Mornin'!” he beams, almost brighter than the star itself. He fits himself between where you're standing and the doorframe. “I have something for you.” You close the door and turn to look at him with an expression of confusion written across your face. Hara, on the other hand, looks as unaltered as ever, even if you can't see his eyes. He thrusts his hands out toward you, and held firmly between his fingers, is a CD. “I'm too broke to afford modern electronics but I wrote the songs on here myself. I did all the drumming too. I hope it cheers you up if nothing else.” SETO KENTARŌ: You wake in the morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee beans. You're surprised you can smell at all when you observe the tower of used tissues in the wastebasket by your side of the bed. You begin to sniffle as if seeing the crumpled waste jogs your memory, and you consider shoving what's left in the tissue box up your nostrils. You shuffle out of bed and make your way into the kitchen, a tickle scratching at the back of your throat. Seto's eyes are trained on the pot of coffee in his hand as he carefully pours the caramel-colored liquid into your favorite mug. He sets the carafe aside and lifts his head to meet your watery gaze. 

You open your mouth to greet him but the dry sensation in the back of your throat breaks into a full-bodied cough. Seto is at your side as quick as a heartbeat, a reassuring hand pressed against the base of your spine. He runs his fingers through your hair and waits for the coughing fit to subside. It's a gesture more suited to someone who's purging but it's comforting all the same. When he's sure that your breathing has returned to normal, he opens up all the curtains and windows to offer you sunlight and fresh air. Then he grabs the two mugs of coffee and carries them over to where you're sitting. “I made mine extra strong so I can stay up longer,” he says, and it's obvious that he's fighting back a yawn. You look down at your cup and frown when you recall the time you tried one of Seto's extra-strong brews. Seto notices your expression and laughs. “Don't worry. I made yours traditionally. You won't go into a coma or suffer a heart attack if you drink it all. I want you to get better, not worse. Now, all we have to do is figure out what's on the agenda for today. You get to decide but know that if I get sick, I expect you to take care of me.” YAMAZAKI HIROSHI: Not twenty minutes after your alarm goes off, you can hear Yamazaki's voice carry down the hall and into your room. He's singing an American rock song despite knowing only a handful of lyrics as he bangs something around in the likeness of an instrument, though with much less grace. You shake your head and think about taking a shower when you smell the familiar notes of something cooking. The scent is less fragrant than it would be if you could breathe normally but it stirs the hunger in you nevertheless. You decide to shower later and make your way into the kitchen. You find Yamazaki standing behind the stove when you enter the room. He's wearing your apron and a backward baseball cap, using the wooden spoon in his hand to drum a beat out against the counter. Yamazaki doesn't notice you at first, but when he does, he shoos you back into the bedroom. He leaves no room for argument and you don't put up much of a fight. You turn around and make your way back to your room, more than happy to climb back into bed. You make a wall of pillows against the headboard and try to find something to watch while you wait for Yamazaki's next instruction. “Okay, you better eat up because after breakfast we're gonna have ourselves a battle!” Yamazaki chimes as he enters the room, sounding more like a comic book character than a warrior. He hands you a plate of food that looks as delicious as it smells and carefully settles into the empty space at your side. “I got up early just so I could pick out some new games for us to try. You might be stuck at home but that doesn't mean that you have to suffer through it.” Yamazaki takes a big bite of food and swallows faster than you can chew. “'Sides, being with me will make you feel better in no time.”

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To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

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Odd question, but what kind of animal hybrids do you think the GOM, KiriDai, Kagami, Kiyoshi, and Imayoshi would be? My husband loves all those characters and he wants to draw them as hybrids but he doesn't know who would be who. I personally feel someone from KiriDai would be a fucking snake. Eyes, the tongue, fangs... I know these are a lot of characters, and if you want to drop some that's cool. He'll have to think of something for the rest. Sorry again for this being long and weird 😬

Hi! No, it’s not weird! XD I’m going to breeze through these with whatever comes to mind first so I don’t spend too much time overthinking it because if I do that, I’ll never get this posted lol. I have a terrible habit of over-analyzing everything and changing my mind a million times. I’m never satisfied. It’s a problem.  GOM Akashi: Margay (Manipulation)  Kuroko: Chameleon  Kise: Fennec Fox Aomine: Black Jaguar  Midorima: Egyptian Mau Murasakibara: Blue Whale or Panda Kirisaki  Hanamiya: Spider (OBT)  Furuhashi: Black Mamba  Hara: Cat (Think Korat or Ocicat) Seto: Sloth Yamazaki: Hammerhead Shark  Others Imayoshi: Red Fox Kiyoshi: Gray Wolf Kagami: Bengal Tiger