#(he can be a taste tester though he deserves it)

[r00tpackl0ver]

next chapter should be done either tonight or tommow but here's a liiiil sneak peak i enjoyed writing

[astro-pioneer]

hello!! can i pls request the sumeru men with a reader who's a confectioner? and like, they can make from cookies to cute bento cakes to super elaborate, detailed, huge cakes.

affectionate confectioner!

he thinks your job makes you even sweeter. 『wanderer, tighnari, cyno, kaveh, al-haitham』

wanderer!

get him out of the kitchen please i beg

he loves you, sure, but he loves inconveniencing you even more

scale? gone. any measuring tool? gone too

since he doesn't enjoy sweets all that much he won't show much interest in consuming most of what you make

seeing you design the cakes, though? amazed

if you somehow annoyed him that day and you're making something small (like cookies) he'd definitely try to mess up a batch just because

if it stressed you out or something he'd lowkey feel bad and "begrudgingly" help out

if you ever make him something that's not as sweet (or a dessert that's meant to be bitter) as your usuals he'd nag you for ages to make it for him

aka he does it whenever he's in your kitchen

can't complete any customer's orders with him around smh

tighnari!

your bento cakes are his favourites but he advertises everything you sell to anyone who shows interest

you gave him one that had cute mushrooms and aranara

wouldn't shut up about it and sometimes orders it whenever he stops by

most of the time he picks something up for collei because sweet girl deserves it

sometimes cyno too but most of the time he allows him to get it himself because he's tired of the jokes

but! whenever he does get something for himself he makes sure to brag to his rangers but in a passive way

he doesn't seem like the biggest sweets guy so other than the bento cake he'd most likely buy cookies once in a while

the last time he bought something for cyno was for his birthday

never again would he do that

collei and him wanted to leave the small hangout they planned because he wouldn't shut up

cyno!

he's your self-appointed taste tester and no you can't stop him

due to his position he sadly can't visit your shop as much as he wants but he makes sure to be there when you're trying something new

when you experimented with jam sandwich cookies he barged into tighnari's room with a container of them

and proceeded to say a horrible joke. and explained it. like always

"what did the blueberry say to the strawberry? 'i can't believe you got us into this jam!' this relates to these because-"

he repeated it at dinner (which included himself, tighnari, collei, and you) before doing three others about the same cookie

tighnari was debating on just foraging for dinner at this point but he knew he wouldn't be safe from the jokes

kaveh!

he still remembers the feeling of the general hunting him down to show him the combination you were nervous about and the jokes he had prepared

but due to his somewhat constant visits some of his coworkers started to check out your shop

he unknowingly became your walking advertisement as well. oh well

dude is all for your extravagant cakes

he breathes architecture and design so seeing the sketches for the client's cake got him like ⚆⚆ ⚆⚆ ⚆⚆

usually he doesn't get involved in your business because that's not his forte but just seeing the plans for an upcoming event had him begging for permission to help

but like how could you say no? one) he's one if not the best structural designer in sumeru and two) he's cute and you love him

turns out the cake was for the celebration of al-haitham's promotion to acting grand sage

biggest disappointment in his life but he got to spend time with you so who cares

but in terms of consumption he chooses more towards your fruit-orientated pastries

like you made this fruit tart special with fresh fruit on top and he bought basically all of them

the same thing happened with a pie you made

it got to the point where you had to decline him from buying any more for the day

al-haitham!

he takes high interest in any scones and simple cookies you make

also anything he can enjoy in the morning with his coffee

enjoys snacking on any extras you bring home for him while reading throughout the day

he doesn't mind the other things you make but he finds them more of a hassle to eat while passing the time so he usually avoids them

whenever he's craving something a little extra he might get a cupcake or bento cake and enjoy it in your shop

also gets a slice whenever he's looking over submitted applications for archived files

he either lures in or away business - it's a struggle for you

there's sometimes some akademiya nerds who wanna be closer figuratively to the scribe and buy a lot before scurrying away when he glances up

then there are people (kaveh) who see him in the corner and immediately leave

he got so annoyed with people (again, kaveh) continuously entering and leaving where it got to the point where he asked to move in the back

[hxltic]

REALLY? OSAMU MIYA

• fuckbuddy!Osamu

• Genre: smut to angst to fluff

• Warnings: mention of alcohol, mention of sex under the influence (nothing gruesome), female reader, wall sex, degradation, kinda rushed, mention of panic attack

🎶 I WANNA BE YOURS—ARCTIC MONKEYS (it can be the summertime sadness remix)

It started in highschool right after a party his twin hosted: the first time anything ever happened. It was a moment of vulnerability between the both of you, unwarranted and threatening to the mentality of the person you’d become once you sobered up, but it almost felt like you needed it.

You never went to anyone else after, a boyfriend nowhere in the picture. You never saw multiple people at once either. So, you weren’t necessarily just his—but you’d be damned if anyone else could fuck you the way he could that night. If he knew any better he would’ve declined you in the moment, but the way your expression held nothing but pure exhaustion and longing—like you were drowning in your own problems—diminished the small ounce of self control he had left from too much alcohol. Like he felt it was mandatory to give you what you deserved.

He couldn’t do it now though, and he knew that.

You laid in his bed, tossing and turning in the size-too-big shirt he had you in. Having just bathed you, he tried his best to ignore your porcelain figure as he stood to the side, the liquor he previously downed only amplifying his attentiveness and not making it much easier. Before you knew what you were doing you pleaded for him, just to release some pent up stress.

Tears slowly started sliding down your face. Real tears. He had never seen you like this—the always joyful and confident girl you were. He knew you got easily frustrated, but never to the extent of drinking like how you did tonight. You called his name several times. Even in your state you could tell he needed it as well.

“‘Samu please.”

As this was his last year, he was bombarded with questions relating to whether he wanted to play professionally or through college. He always thought he would. If you would’ve asked little Osamu, back in the times where he shared a hair color with Atsumu, the immediate answer would’ve been yes. Together they’d stay, within the sport they equally shared love for. But now, he wasn’t so sure.

Interviews, family, his own school—it was all too much. He had recently gotten into the culinary field once he found free time too. You always joked about how you’d be his little taste tester.

It wasn’t supposed to be taken literally.

He reached above his arms to take the simple black shirt off and to put his watch back in the drawer, having taken it off to not get it wet in the tub. He has a small couch in the corner of his room so he figured he’d just sleep there for the night.

Finished, he took whatever band was on your wrist and tied your hair up in a ponytail so it wouldn’t be in your way. His body was leaned right in front of your face as he did it, the smell of his leftover cologne seeping into your nose like pure dopamine. Soft lips pressed onto your forehead lovingly.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you in the ‘mornin.”

He said carefully. He really, really tried his best to push you away, relieved to finally sit down and dismiss whatever temptations you had him locked in; Yet before he could turn around, you softly got ahold of his hand and held it, unmoving.

“At least stay with me?” You’d whisper.

Osamu watched your eyes blink open sleepily and a single tear falls.

Jesus fucking Christ.

———

After that, it was undeniably all him.

You immediately knew once you cut the relations off for a while because of another boy. Osamu let you on your way, but he was absolutely pissed the second you left. You just thought the boy was so cute, and he fed you everything you’ve wanted to hear. Past relationships absolutely crushed you—past relationships you have yet to tell anyone but Osamu about—and he just seemed like the perfect quiet-type boy. He wasn’t very friendly to other girls and was built well.

And you were so very wrong. The quiet ones are the most terrifying. Long story short, he fucked you over, but of course you came running back to Osamu who met you with open arms. It was an argument bound to start but he pushed it aside and just let you get out whatever you needed to.

You were so glad he was mad at you actually, the tears previously streaming down your face replacing with ones of ecstasy when he propelled your body forward. Except that you couldn’t make it to the bed, so this was on the wall of his own bedroom that your arm was a barrier for your forehead while the other arm was held behind your back. Osamu grunts into your ear with his hand dug in your hair, your whines fueling his body even more. Just as they always have.

“You’ll always come back won’t ya? Yeah you will. ‘Fuckin slut. That’s because this dick will always be in that—mmgh—brain of yours.”

You loved when he was mean to you, and what could you say, you deserved it. How dare you even try somebody else?

“‘I’m sorry ‘Samu,” was all you could say. This would only anger him further, you feel his head find the crook of your neck.

“Ya had me here all alone, yer not sorry.”

You nodded your head eagerly, “missed you,” you exclaim. You wish you could prove to him the regret you felt. Even though you weren’t his girlfriend, whatever this was still felt bad. It needed to stay that way. And yet, how could you sense the slightest bit of seriousness in what he said?

“You know ya favorite pairs ‘a panties are sittin in my drawer and he’s the one ya think about? Bet ya he’s never made ya cry like I have.”

Osamu peels you off the wall. He was right. The boy made you cry out of anger and sadness at him; Osamu made you cry out of confusion and questioning yourself.

You felt like you were unloveable. Even if this wasn’t exactly true, it deterred you from a lot of people you still feel bad for to this day. Everyone you’ve rejected because of the bullshit they’d send into your messages, everyone you’ve actually liked but just couldn’t believe felt the same, everyone you’ve run away from when all they tried to do was take care of you—and yet you cried. Proof you did like them back, at least a little bit, but the proof comes too late, and even then it’s not enough to convince you to push for a relationship.

You couldn’t differentiate your own platonic feelings for romantic ones, and you hated yourself for it. You hated breaking hearts that didn’t deserve to be broken, just because in the moment you made them think you two could work, or you were bonding. You were leading them on unintentionally.

Over time you’ve come to realize you only have romantic feelings if you process you love them first, but that’s when you’re in too deep. Processing is the hard part because you want to tell yourself to let it go. Only then, if they asked you out, you’d gladly say yes.

To all the other people, it’s like you were picking favorites because usually the main rejection comeback for you is “I’m just not ready.” Which was technically true, but unintentionally a lie at the same time. To them you’re sure the sexual jokes and deep conversations you’ve had are the equivalent of dating. So when they ask, why do you back out?

You were brought to the bed, then laid out. Osamu’s body hung over you gorgeously. The man gently took it upon him to spread your legs, his whole tone and demeanor changing like you were back to day one.

“Fuck, there ya go. Open up fer me.”

You stayed quiet, your breathing almost speaking for you. His calloused, over-worked hands pressured the skin right under your knees, a dent forming around his fingertips from the plush. You both watch intently as he slips back into your body and you share a gasp. Just as the last time he went in, your head falls back and his mouth finds your ear.

One hand remains along your leg while the other came to pinch at your face. Your cheeks were being squished. He held your face firm so you couldn’t look away from him, those inescapable, glazed, hooded eyes he loved so much. Your own hands came to grab around his one, even though you didn’t try to pull it off. It was stability almost—your mouth hanging agape and tears reflecting in the darkness of his room. Being only inches apart, you have to pick an eye of his to look into with the remaining daze you call a brain. You two whisper back and forth with every slow thrust that runs through your walls like butter.

“Mmm, right there?”

“Yes—, right t-there. Pussy‘s yours ‘Samu.”

“Holy shit, yer so wet. You hear it?” You nod.

“Don’t close yer eyes, want you to see what ya do to me.”

He placed a chaste kiss on your jaw and moved to your plump lips. You almost saw it coming, and when you felt the fanned breath, you instinctively defied his past orders, closed your eyes, then turned to the side swiftly. You’d ingeniously dodged him like it didn’t happen at all.

It shattered his heart.

You had no idea how bad he wanted to kiss you. It had been established early on he couldn’t, along with limited pet names, based on the agreement. The two combined were recipes for relationship and you knew there’s absolutely no way that would’ve worked out. Regardless, it didn’t anyway.

His brows furrowed and upturned, then he sought refuge in your collarbone when his hand lowered to your neck. He continued to thrust, trying to push it off, despite the impacting silence. The tears cascading down to your breasts were warm.

Finally, with a single sound, you realized they weren’t yours. His grip gradually loosened and as his hand disconnected from you, he slowly dragged his body down your own and eventually, pulled out. Your eyes open and strain in the night, trying to make his face out, but once you do they widen and stay that way.

Pained. He looked pained and angry and your heart twisted at the sight knowing it was because of you. His head hung low and expressionless as the droplets singularly fell onto your thighs, you wanted to curl up and look away; but that’s what got you there in the first place.

Osamu was the mean one. He never cries. Ever. Whenever Atsumu (constantly) did, he was there to comfort him even with being younger by a few seconds, but he likes to consider himself the more mature sibling. He throws his head back with a heavy sigh, his hands coming up to run over his face and through his hair. You gulp, unaware of what to say.

“You didn’t miss me nearly as much as I thought ya did, did you?” He humorlessly laughs. A string struck in your body like a puppet and you push your hands behind you to lift yourself to him. You frantically come around his face to take it in your hands.

“No, no I did!- I just-“ he continues to look down. As you go on and on, he finally casts you a glance that almost verbally says “it’s okay.” He’s concluded what you could never put into words.

You never missed him, just his company.

You cracked. Immediately. In a split second the best moments with him reflected in his glossy, dead eyes and reeled through your brain: he took you to his place on your birthday and handmade you dinner when nobody else remembered; he screen-shared a movie to cheer you up over facetime that time someone close to you died; compliments were never scarce with him since he always shamelessly screenshotted your pictures; and out of everyone you’ve ever hurt, he had to be the worst. You tempted him that one night, dragged him into something he didn’t ask for, and played him and his effort like a fucking toy. You cried with him. Was it selfish for you to cry as well?

He was tired of it all. He was tired of pretending like texting you to come over was only for sex, he was tired of people taking you away from him. The mere thought of someone treating you how he does makes him physically sick, sick enough to lose sleep and have his brother come check up on him.

“I-I’m sorry Osamu, you’re not just a friend,” you cry. They were the best words for the moment you could think of. The anger he just brushed off returned and the tears that just slightly paused, resumed.

“A friend. A fucking friend,” Osamu’s eyes scanned yours. “Every single day my hatred for that fucking word grows. If I’m not a friend, what am I?” His breathing goes deep.

“You’re—“ You sniffle and let go of his face.

“—If being buried between yer thighs doesn’t make me just a friend, what does it make me?”

You retreat to your back, feeling pressured by his raising voice. He follows you the whole way down again. It’s like it’s on the tip of your tongue, an obvious answer; he knows it’s right there but refusing to come out and that’s not enough for him.

“Ya tell me what I wanna hear, then the opposite right after. What am I y/n? What are we? Please, please just keep me from running in circles, baby.” His voice cracks. It’s gotten to the point of him panicking over your face and his hand lifting yours, his eyes darting back and forth. You realize the depth of the situation. You broke him, the solid wall he built around himself crashing down into yours like dominos.

You’ve said I love you to each other many times, but before, you called it him being your best friend. Now you weren’t sure. You never realized the word “friend” was your umbrella to life, the comfortable coziness of the word hiding you from commitment. You just didn’t know how to get it across.

“I’m…I’m scared Osamu,” you sob.

“And I’ll take care of you with everything I have left. Just tell me you’ll take it ‘n it’s yours. Tell me the words I’ve been waitin to hear.”

He was so close, so very close. The man didn’t deserve you in the slightest, he was more fitted for someone who wasn’t afraid. A coward. He just fully expressed his love to you after you basically denied it. He was brave. Something you longed to be, and with him, you may have a chance. You cry softly into his shoulder as his bicep encases you and he brushes hair off your wet lashes.

“I’m sorry,” you weep. His eyelids drop in defeat, and you feel his muscled chest cave. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t do it before—“

You kissed whatever was closest to you softly. “—I love you.” His Adam’s apple received the gesture, and ended in him suddenly finding your lips. This time, you let him because the way his face lit up needed to be framed.

Breathless and wet, your tears merge with his unintentionally. Now, his tears were of joy, finally ridding of the confusion that has held him hostage for months. Yours were joy as well since you noticed you didn’t regret a thing about your decision. You loved him. You’d say it a million times again.

“Thank god, you finally let me love ya. I woulda done it without your permission either way.” He laughs. It was that smile you missed. The real one. You’d talk again later, but bathing comes first. Bathing after the long-forgotten sesh with your boyfriend.

©hxltic

[lilac-witch]

Hii sweets!

Firstly, I binge read your ACOTAR fics and they are all so wonderful! I wished that they were longer, or a series, so I can dive deeper into them. Especially Opalescence!

Congratulations on your milestone! You deserve even more recognition for your amazing work!

I’d love to take part in your little celebration and would love it even more to see which male you’d ship me with in the ACOTAR verse 🌌

A little bit about me:

- I’m a creative soul. I love art in all its forms, whether it’s something I’m good at or not. I work as a writer, train in dance technique, and love listening to music, especially if it includes a good piano/violin solo.

- I’m a Gemini. I talk a lot, love to experience anything and everything, and am always running on high energy. Some people call me a butterfly others an energizer bunny.

- I’m into the simple things. I love cooking and baking, being gifted annotated books/personalized small presents, long walks and deep conversations over elaborate meals or plans.

- I’m a Gryffindor-Thunderbird. Bold and untamed soul. Fitting since I don’t conform and rather pursue distinction.

- I’d say I’m a girly-girl. Rose Gold is my favorite color. I’d rather a bouquet of pink flowers over red roses any day. I love poetry and romance. And I always embrace femininity and elegance from the way I dress to the way I dance.

- I’m a cat mom. And I consider my blue-eyed Himalayan as my baby girl.

- I like intellectual and emotionally intelligent men, and am especially drawn to people with a good backstory.

- My love language is acts of service. I believe that everyone deserves kindness. And though I have been told I give more than I receive, I don’t think I know how, or ever want, to stop.

- If I lived in the ACOTAR verse, while I love the Night Court, I feel I might have belonged to the Dawn Court (I mean pink and purple hues…come on!!🥹)

I hope this wasn’t too long. I really am looking forward to seeing who you’d ship me with!

Enjoy your day/night, sweetheart. And thank you so much!! 🩷

Aw that’s so sweet🥹 I’m definitely working on making my fics longer!

I’d pair you with Rhysand.

I think that Rhys would admire your passion for the arts. And when it comes to baking/cooking, he’d be your number one taste tester.

I feel like, like you, Rhys is all about making things as personal as possible. He loves to spoil his family and friends, and I can definitely see him gifting you an ancient text that you can devour.

I believe that Rhysand would love your untamable spirit, especially when he himself refuses to conform to what society has placed as an expectation.

Your love for softer colours would not go unnoticed by Rhys, who would absolutely hire a handful of Dawn Court tailors to fashion you garments in every colour your heart could dream of (in Night Court style, of course).

Like you, Rhys loves giving. I can definitely see the pair of you collaborating on Solstice gifts, and expectantly waiting to see the inner circle’s reactions. You’d feel like faelings on Christmas!

[a-small-tired-lonely-potato]

Little bits that have come to me that are beautiful to me~ You have inspired me.

Pyro's first time cooking, when no one knows how bad he is at it. Everyone is exhausted and he offers to cook, which they agree to.

He gives everyone a thumbs up as he happily trots into the kitchen, two minutes later he comes out fiddling with his thumbs and tells them he made a small mess and needs help. Engie goes, thinking he dropped some flower or something, and walks into the kitchen to find almost every surface on fire.

Scout goes to cook and everyone shivers in fear, knowing what he consumes on a daily bases, they expect those weird concoctions that kids make when they're bored, like mixing milkshakes with bacon and avocados or something equally horrifying.

Engie and Sniper go in to watch over him and maaaaybe make sure Scout doesn't drop an entire bag of sugar in it, but imagine their surprise when not only is there a wonderful smell in the air, but they see Scout moving carefully around the kitchen, wearing the only apron on the base not decorated with American flags (Soldier saw that in the store and neatly cried when they had to leave it. It was in his room the next day and no one has admitted to buying it, but there was a lot of pointed looks at Spy.) And flipping through an old withered cook book.

They are equally surprised when he turns around with a wooden spoon and smacks them out of the kitchen, yelling at them to not bother him while he's working. His food turns out delicious and his food days are one of the teams favorites, unless they have to be in the kitchen for any reason, then it becomes a more painful Mission Impossible very quick.

(Two people can actually enter unbeaten. Pyro, because he's actually very helpful at holding things. And Spy, because he manages to be excellent at not being in Scout's way, almost like he's used to moving around someone who's a busybody in the kitchen. Hmm, food for thought.)

You know the british Kids who try American food? You remember when they tried biscuits and gravy? Yeah that, but Engie is the one who made it.

He makes it for breakfast and every non-american is very reluctant to try it, even Demo.

"I'm just not sure food is meant to be this, well... Grey..."

But then they actually try it and by God it is heavenly. The only one who doesn't finish is Spy, but he does at least take a bite.

Medic (when he's not testing them via food) tends to be very minimalistic when cooking, ya know, bread and cheese and meat, maybe some crunchy greens? All in all a simple but filling meal. It's almost soothing if not for the nagging thought in the back of all their minds that something could be very wrong with this meal. It's good that the food Medic makes is so soothing on the gut, because if it wasn't the stress might just kill them.

In the kitchen Sniper isn't that flashy, but around a campfire he's fantastic. Take any campfire food and he can make it amazing. Eggs? Obviously good. S'mores? He does 'em flawlessly. Beans? The best in Tuefort. That combined with the awesome stories makes him the best camping buddy. Which is good because after the Fries incident the others were prepared to ban him from the kitchen along with Pyro.

Also the image of the Mercs sitting down to eat when Demo cooks and taking a bite, only for Scout to look sadly at Demo and ask, "Why? What have we done to deserve this?" Is fucking hilarious to me. Also I can see Pyro immediately attempting to burn it.

I see Heavy as a soup guy, I bet he makes Bomb-Ass Soups. I bet his Potato soup is legendary, and no one can tell me otherwise. The winter months are wonderful when he's in charge of food.

Soldier and grilling remind me of those really complicated grill guys. Like the ones who take like 24 hours to make the perfect brisket? Yeah, I feel as though not only would he be that kinda guy, but he would set up Barbed Wire and LandMines around the grill to ward off any unwanted Taste Testers. This only slightly deters Scout, who is a perfect menace when not actively involved with the cooking.

Spy went all out with dinner once, the food was delectable but he made all the mercs adhere to the strictest dinner rules. Postures straight, no elbows on the table, using the correct utensils, all of it. They didn't ask him to cook for everyone after that. He might've made some of them cry.

(I love these, I have much joy and wanted to share these extra thoughts)

How good are the ft2 mercs at baking and cooking respectively

TF2 Mercs Cooking And Baking Skills!

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Oh boy, you've asked a guy who loves to cook a bake, prepare for a ramble.

Moot appreciation: Thank you for your asks! I've had fun with the prompts you've sent it. Also, I love your blog!

Also, oops, a little Spy angst fell in, who would have guessed.

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Demo- I'm gonna go out on a limb and say most people think he can't cook. Wrong! He can cook. Just uh, unique dishes. This man has made haggis for the other mercs, Scout whole heartedly thought Demo was trying to kill them. (Little off topic but, did you guys know deep-fried Mars bars are a Scottish thing)? But in general he can cook, and cook well, it just depends on if what he's cooking is something your willing to try.

I don't think this man can bake, but that won't stop him from trying! He tries to learn, but always gets frustrated when things don't work. Like the cupcakes have been in the oven for well over two hours and are still not cooked? This man is pissed. But what he lacks in an ability to bake, he makes up for by being amazing at decorating cakes and cupcakes somehow? Like he can't bake a cupcake to save his life, but you bet your ass he can turn it into one of the prettiest things with a bag of frosting and sprinkles.

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Engie- This man is so good at cooking its not even funny. Like the he cooks for everyone one night and everyone begs him to cook at least once a month. Sure, is it the healthiest food? Not really. But it is good food! And for the mercs that's all they really care about some days.

I'm gonna be honest, he'd be a really good baker, but has never had any desire to. Never felt the need to. He'd rather just buy whatever he wants or needs. He can, however be convinced to bake, but even then he's indifferent to it. He thinks it's a fine enough hobby but would never find enthralled with it. Is always very proud of his work in either cooking or baking though!

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Heavy- He can cook! And really likes to do it too. He loves making traditional Russian food. Loves being able to share his culture through something so simple. Likes making anything really. Finds cooking to be relaxing. As long as he can be left alone while doing so.

He can bake too, he just choses not to. It's very precise, one wrong measurement and it's all going to hell. He'd love to bake, but at the end of the day I think it would stress him out more than it would calm him down, or more than it would be worth it for the final product.

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Medic- This is such a toss up for me. I want to say he can cook, and cook well. But the other part of me thinks that he'd be way too giddy to use cooking the team dinner to run a test or two. (What am I talking about he put fertility hormones in someone's rations, he'd take any chance to do it (lovingly)! To the other mercs). I guess I'll say he can cook, but be weary of what he's feeding you at any given time. Also I think if he's not in a testing mood he gets all happy at the idea of cooking traditional food as well.

Due to the fact that, may or may not be up to no good when cooking! The mercs are not super keen on letting him into the kitchen. But if Medic manages to convince (threaten) them into trusting him enough to bake, he's insanely good at it! Baking is a science, and he's incredibly good at getting measurements to be perfect. Plus even if he's not using baking or cooking as an excuse to run some tests on his teammates, it's still an experiment in it's own right. So he genuinely enjoys baking and cooking.

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Scout- You really think his mom would let him leave the house without knowing to cook? Sure, he's probably his mom's favorite, and the youngest child, so you'd think he'd be spoiled, but nope! His mom taught him from a young age the importance of having cooking as a skill, and now he loves it. He cooks when he's homesick, it reminds him of his mom, he looks at it as a connection with one another.

Same thing with baking, but I think he likes baking a bit more than cooking due to the presence of a shit ton of sugar. You'd also think this man would be chill in the kitchen. Absolutely not. He hates having other people in the kitchen when he's busy. He finds them to be distracting. Also, he's super cautious when people ask to try what he's baking specifically. He doesn't want someone to get E. Coli, because of the raw flour in the raw cookie dough. All in all, though, when he's alone (or with Pyro if they decide to join Scout). Then he's genuinely enjoying both baking and cooking.

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Sniper- Mr. Runs off instant ramen and fairy bread. Has the basic skills. He could make rice, grilled cheese, and fried eggs if need be. But for the most part, he can't cook. He has a stove in his van, and it has never been used other than to boil water. He could learn how to cook if he was really persuaded by a certain team member, but it would take a lot, and it would take a long time to learn how to cook a decent meal.

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Spy- Can cook, he has before. It was a life skill just like any other. I got pretty good at it. He can still make decently elaborate dishes, but he's not a fan of it. He doesn't really like cooking. He never had anyone to share his food with. He always wanted someone to share food with, someone to cook with. Was always too scared for said person to actually stick around, said person couldn't stick around.

He's never tried to bake, and I don't think he'd enjoy it. He'd complain about how messy it is. He'd be fine with the having to be careful and precise part. Hell He'd even be good at decorating and just baking in general. But he just wouldn't like doing it.

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Soldier- This man can't so much as cook as he can grill. It's super weird, he'll make the most normal american food and it's like really good? Like he'll make steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs for a 4th of July party and it's the best shit you've ever had. Ask this man to fry an egg and all hell breaks loose. He is only allowed to man the grill from now on.

Do not ask this man to bake, please, please don't. He cooks with cartoon logic. The recipe calls for three eggs? He drops in three fully-shelled eggs. A stick of butter? The wrapper is still on. And the scariest part is whatever he's baking always comes out looking, edible? Cartoonish? Like straight up looks like someone drew it into existence. For the sake of everyone's mental health, they don't let Soldier bake anymore.

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Pyro- Teach them how to flambé and they're going to have the best time of their lives. They aren't horrible at cooking but aren't a master chef either. They have tried to use their flamethrower to cook on multiple occasions, but they have been banned from being in the kitchen alone due to "inciting panic." Whatever that means. They mainly will cook with Engie, as he's the most patient when it comes to Pyro's "help." (Standing menacingly until they can be trusted to do something. They do it with love, though)!

Speaking of flambé! They love to try and convince the other mercs to let them make bananas Foster, and when they eventually wear the other mercs down and are allowed to try it, they do well! It was a one-time thing, they all got too scared to let them do it again. Now they spend a lot of time helping Scout while he bakes. Overall, they can cook and bake, but should only be allowed to under supervision.

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I hope you like this! Sorry it took me so long to write I've been exhausted all week. But it was fun to write :)

New fic tomorrow, someone asked about the mercs at Barbie, which is going to be so fun!

[tender-rosiey]

welcome back | gojo satoru x gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: guess who’s back— back again; ahem, HI THERE AND I MISSED YOU ALL, please accept this humble gojo work because this man can take everything I have and I would give him my kidneys

gojo never begged, maybe only once, just once. he very rarely felt vulnerable either, and even despite the rarity, he despised the feeling with all his being. thankfully now, he had you to make him understand that it’s fine; he still hates it but at least he has you by his side.

but he jinxed himself, as this morning, he had woken up without you there for him to cuddle to death because, as he read from the note you left, there is a mission you were needed for but would be back the same day.

he pouted, wish he could’ve spent the morning with you at least; nonetheless, he got up and got ready for his school day as a teacher in the jujutsu tech. hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second, he felt himself getting rather lonely and impatient, despite being surrounded by all his students and fellow jujutsu sorcerers. he pulled through the day expecting to see you in your shared house at night, but the elders had other plans.

your mission was extended to 5 days, he found out. with every part of him, gojo cursed profanities at the elders in his mind; now, what the hell is he going until you are back? nothing has been happening lately that deserved his attention or effort.

he sighed dramatically before dipping a bit in the bathtub and playing with that rubber cat you got for him. you even put glasses like his own in it, and oh god— look at him remembering you through everything. what a long 5 days these will be.

if someone had to see him this way, they would surely laugh to their heart’s content at how pathetic the great gojo satoru is being. “i wonder—wait no.” he pondered before deciding to talk to particularly no one but himself “in today’s talk show, we will talk about me being the strongest and the best sorcerer to ever exist! not to mention, that i, effortlessly, am the best husband too!” i must be going crazy, he thought.

if rubber cats can talk, then the cat in the water would join him. catoru was quite the lovely and chaotic rubber cat, after all.

gojo dragged his feet to the bed before slamming himself on it, miraculously not breaking it. his mind drifted to thoughts filled of you: like how, despite his absence sometimes, you still make it seem like nothing happened and pamper him the same, how he had to be the taste tester for that one meal you wanted to make for the students and while the first trial of it wasn’t exactly the best, but he never said that, only thing said being: “oh, this is great! i prefer sweet things more though; how about we add that?”

after some reminiscing, he slowly closed his eyes and succumbed to the drowsiness and boredom. and so the cycle of the 5 days begins: he wakes up, thinks about you until he gets to school, trains his students and joke around, annoy everyone, especially nanami, and exorcise some curses then sleep and repeat. it was getting on his nerves, to be frank; gojo hated routines.

despite him pulling through days like these, when he is the one on a mission, easily, he is struggling quite a bit right now. however, he will soon see you. at least, that’s what he told himself while also having prepared a ton of pranks in advance. it’s the end of the 4th day and gojo is laying on your shared bed, groaning dramatically and flipping and tossing around. what a bore, it was so lame without you—

okay but maybe he can go check up on nanami. “nanamin! i have come to grace you with my presence!” said blonde male sighed at the sight that teleported in front of him “how unfortunate, i was about to eat my favorite bread too.” gojo flapped his hands around and started opening about a million subjects at the same time “so yeah, that’s why children are born from coconut trees and not pelicans.” another long sigh is delivered “you lie more than you breathe, don’t you?” “it helps with global warming and evens out the carbon dioxide.”

a barely noticeable eye roll is done by nanami before he speaks up “aren’t you supposed to be with y/n, right now?” gojo pouted once again for the millionth time this week and nanami can’t help the sigh that escapes him once again “so they are on a mission, and you, because of your boredom, chose to bother me?” gojo laughs before patting nanami’s back “not bother! more like entertain! aaaaanyways i have to get ready so i can welcome them with open arms, byeeeee!”

after gojo leaves, nanami can’t help but wonder: how the fuck do you deal with this man on daily bases? guess he will never know, now time for that casse-croute.

left to nothing but himself, gojo stares at ceiling and continuously making random noises with his mouth like farts and what so. weren’t you supposed to be back? (well, hate to break it to you satoru but y/n can’t be back at 12am exactly) after getting bored of the already boring ceiling, he got his phone out and started looking at pictures of you for god knows how long. however after that,a sigh, after a long wait escapes his lip “won’t you please just come home already?”

“you look lonely, what’s up?” “oh no nothing, just waiting for my spouse who left me for a mission and clearly isn’t peppering me with kisses like they are supposed to.” your laughter echoed through the room that was once filled with deafening silence before you wrapped your arms around him “i am home, you big baby.” soon, he returned the gesture and a murmur of his own “welcome back.”

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[genshinfanboy]

His Soft Moments

|Hello everyone who comes across this. Wish to say thank you again to everyone that participated in my 200 follower event. As I say with all of my writings please feel free to change this to fit your own pronouns. Enjoy and have a lovely day or night everyone.

Scenario: The moments that make your partner feel warm. Times that are so soft they want nothing more to keep you close and show you all of their love.

Cyno, and Tighnari(separately) x a Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings: minor character and archon quest story spoilers.

Cyno:

Cyno hadn't been home for a bit. He was tracking down some scholars whom had been going to far with their research. He was tired from the constant going but he was fine by it. After all he needed to bring justice upon those who deserve it. Through that meant he hadn't had time to see his beloved. As he opened the door to his home he was surprised a bit when it had swung open. His eyes were met with surprised (eye color) eyes. Then he got a smile they reserved for him. "You're finally home! Wait we have to do this right." They greeted excitedly. They quickly shut the door before opening it again. "Welcome Home Cyno! I missed you." They quickly went to hug him.

Cyno figured they were the only person in all of Sumeru that would be excited to see him. He hugged them back holding them close. His fatigue from his long journey was gone. "I'm home." He said with a barely noticeable warmth in his voice. After everything that happened being with them was what he needed. "I was about to go shopping for some ingredients would you like to join me? If not you can get changed and cleaned up. When I get home I'll make us dinner and brush out your hair." They said with the smile that melts his heart.

Cyno already knew his stern face and reputation may cause trouble for his love if he went with. People wouldn't be as relaxed. Plus he'd worry about some of the enemies he's made comes to harm them. He kissed their cheek. "I'll get cleaned up and changed." He answered. They nodded and gave him a kiss before running off saying they'd be back before he knew it.

Cyno thought about when the two first met. He was a matra but not in his position of Mahamantra. They were an Amurta scholar who was constantly found in the rain forest looking at different species of plans. The amount of times the forest watchers found them tangled in vines and stuff or the amount of times they were found unconscious was unreal. The forest watcher had ask the matra to investigate them out of worry they were developing posions.

Cyno and his partner quickly found out they were just so focused on the things (Name) was observing and just forgot about their surround. Though the thing that struck him the most about them is they weren't ever afraid of him. The two shared meals together He was caught off guard one time by them getting close to his face. There wasn't an ounce of fear in their expression. In fact they made his face red with what they said. "You know Cyno you're eyes are really pretty and nice to look at. It's a shame you cover one up." They had a pout on their face as they spoke.

As (Name) made it to pick up some ingredients they saw a flower that would look nice pressed. They picked it and planned to ask Tighnari to do it later. It could become a luck charm for their boyfriend. They made their way back home and hear some movements in water. Cyno was probably washing up. They smiled and hid the flower out of sight before making dinner.

When Cyno got out he walked to his love and wrapped his arms around them holding them close to his chest. He got to be the taste tester for the food. He was happy to have their cooking had flavor. He hated bland rations he had to take with him to the desert. After the two finished their meal they sat on the couch. (Name) had brought out a new pack of Genius Invocation TCG cards.

Cyno removed his helmet and his love sat on his lap facing him. He was getting his hair brushed while he was looking through the pack he just got. His heart beat was starting to match their's. He loved these moments the most. He had been gone so long. After things settled down with their archon returning he was happy to be able to stay with them like this. It felt unreal at times like this. He was so lucky and wouldn't ever for get that fact. He'd always love them with all of his being. He put the cards down and just held them close. Relaxing into their touch. He melted as they ran the brush through his hair.

"Oh I heard there is going to be a performance put on by the grand bizarre later would you like to accompany me?" They asked. He thought about it for a second before nodding it was hard for him to say no to them

Tighnari:

Tighnari was always at the Avidiya forest. With the return of their archon and healing from his lightning strike. He was limited on his duties by collei and others. It made him huff as there's still a lot to do and he need prepare a lot of medicine for all of his patients. Tighnari gave a sigh before he heard footsteps approaching. He instantly recognized them as Collei's. Then his ears twitched hearing a second pair of footsteps beside Collei. He was hoping to the seven it wasn't an adventurer that ate a strange mushroom.

He gave a sigh before putting the items in his hands down. "Collei please tell you didn't bring an adventurer or injured person to me." He said with a pleading tone. He has yet to turn to face them. "Actually Master Tighnari this is someone who said they were worried about you after hearing what happened. They said they wanted to check on you." Collei said with a small giggle. It made him wonder who came to visit. When he turned around confused he was surprised to see his partner. He gave a smug smile.

"Oh so all it too for you to finish your expedition of desert ruins was for me to get hurt?" Tighnari said standing up and walking over. "Wait a second I could've walked over to you. You're still recovering." They said rushing over to stop him. "I'll be heading out to set everyone out on their patrol routes." Collei said with a smile to the two. Tighnari waved and told her to be careful. He smiled as she left. She has grown so much and is so much healthier thanks to the efforts of everyone.

Then he looked at his partner who held a worried expression. They seemed nervous to touch him. It made him wonder what they wer told about his condition. He initiated a hug and wrapped his arms around them. "Look I'm fine and taking it easy. Otherwise I'd have Collei, Cyno, the traveler, paimon and you nagging me constantly. I'm not going to break if you hold me." He said with no real bite behind his words. He felt their hold tighten a bit but not too much. He smiled thinking back to his akademiya days.

It was interesting how an Amurta scholar ended up falling for a Vahumana scholar. They seemed uninterested in all of they hype surrounding his popularity they met in the library. It was crowed and the two sat together. They were very shy at the beginning but soon opened up after he shared some plant facts. Tighnari found they enjoyed listening and was able to draw well during that encounter. Reminiscing brought a smile to his face.

Tighnari looked at (Name) who was still holding him like he'd break. "How about I take a break from what I'm doing and you can brush my tail?" He suggested noticing the sad expression. "I won't show you the marks because you'll probably freak out but I promise I'm fine." His tone shifted from sweet to a bit teasing. When they nodded at the idea the two sat down. Tighnari's tail in their lap. They started gently brushing our the knots.

Their touch always made him melt. He loved it when they brushed his tail or pet his ears. "Hey Tighnari. Can I see what the lightning did to you? I wanna make sure you're ok myself." They said softly holding his tail. Tighnari swore they were going to kill him being that cute. Not that it was actually possible to kill someone like that but it didnt make his heart race any less. He gave a sigh. Pulling his tail out of their arms. He removed the layers on his upper body.

The moment their eyes landed on his scars their hand reached out before stopping barely away from his skin. They looked away embarrassed slowly retracting their hand. Tighnari grabbed their hand and gave it a kiss. "Calm down you big baby. I'm fine I promise I'm not going to break if you touch me. The fact that you came here after you found our warms my heart. So if you feel bad for not being there you can make it up to me by giving me all of your affection. I haven't seen you in awhile after all. I think I'm overdue for your affection after you decided to leave me for the desert ruins." Tighnari lectured putting his top back on. He then pulled his lover in for a kiss.

He held on to their hand they attempted to touch his lightning scars with. "This is mine now." He said turning to lean against them. He held their hand to his chest. He had a smug smile when he felt heat rise meaning they were flustered. They gave a sigh relenting and pulled him closer going back and forth between petting his ears and tail with their free hand until they both ended up taking a nap. Tighnari was woken up by several whispers and giggles. When his eyes opened he saw several forest watchers looking in from his door.

[playgroundfadings]

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you. I was wondering if you could possibly write some Brahms x female reader where the reader bakes a lot of cakes and biscuits but Brahms keeps stealing them because he enjoys them? If not, it's okay. Thank you.

Of course I can! <333 This makes me so soft, omg.  Warnings: my bad writing lmao

|| Baking with Brahms Heelshire ||

Brahms loved you for many reasons. Your patience, your humor, your scent. 

And, definitely, your baking skills.

The manor was always filled with mouth watering aroma, the smell of baked goods being enough to bring him out of the walls. From cakes, to muffins, even mastering the art of French macarons, you made delicious recipes and Brahms was more than happy to be your taste tester.

Even if his taste testing went beyond the scope of testing, sometimes. Aka, he would sneak behind your back to steal freshly made cookies, before rushing back behind the walls, where he knew he was safe from your wrath. 

You were never furious at him, though. It was all an act in the hopes of saving your hard work. But puppy eyes, and lots of ‘’Pretty Y/N, I’m sorry. Kiss?’’ were enough to forgive him. 

Today, cupcakes were on your menu. Chocolate and red velvet goodies were resting on the counter top, while you were whipping a batch of buttercream. You were humming to yourself, while a porcelain mask appeared at the entrance.

For being so big, Brahms was surprisingly stealthy. Normally, you would have never noticed him. But weeks of him sneaking around the kitchen made you develop a new skill. You jokingly called it the ‘’Brahms detector skill’’.

As his hand creep closer to the tray, you turn around, whisk still in hand and pointing at him. ‘’Stop there, you thief’’. There’s no bite in your voice, and Brahms must know you are not serious as he chuckles back. 

‘’Pretty please, pretty Y/N? Just one?’’ 

‘’You said that last time, and what happened? You left with half the batch of cookies.’’ You go back to whisking the buttercream, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. Not at all bothered by your accusations, Brahms step closer, his arms circling around your waist. He rests his chin on top of your head. 

‘’But they were delicious. And I was a good boy! I deserved the reward.’’ he huffs, and you can imagine the pout behind the mask. 

‘’And are you deserving of a cupcake right now?’’ you taunt back, tapping twice on his arms as a signal for him to let go. He squeezes you once, before complying with your request. Moving to the cupcakes, you start icing them with the buttercream, you can feel Brahms’ eyes on you. 

‘’Well?’’ you say after not getting a reply, raising one of your brow. 

‘’I’m always deserving of a cupcake.’’ 

‘’Is that so.’’ You try to hold back the laugh that threaten to escape your throat when Brahms snatches the first cupcake you iced, not even a second after you put it down. And you know he’s having fun, too, from the way his eyes shine with malice. Brahms lift his mask just enough to show his lips, before proceeding to shove the cupcake all in. You sigh, shake your head, but the smile remains on your lips. 

‘’Good?’’ you ask. 

‘’Delightful’’.

[jade-qilin]

octavinelle w/ a vegetarian partner headcanons | twisted wonderland

notes: decided to make a part 2 because Octavinelle deserves some love too <3

details & content warnings: no gendered pronouns used for reader, reader isn’t described as Yuu/can be described as someone else, reader’s vegetarianism is described as a personal choice rather than for religious or health reasons, headcanon that the Octatrio can cook + are stand-in chefs at Monstro Lounge if the usual staff can’t work

previous part: xxx

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AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

immediately Azul is asking you about your favourite vegetarian meals

he wants to add them to his menu at Monstro Lounge, and what’s a better way to gain intel than from his lovely partner?

not to mention that you’d give up the information for free… right?

he’s super interested in what you have to say about your dietary choice; living underwater, there’s not that many plant-based food options aside from the very few sea plants that can grow in the depths where Azul lives

ever since Azul started walking on land, he became fascinated with the variety of foods land-dwellers were able to come up with

even though he’s looked over plenty of books on various dishes internationally for his café, the creativeness of land-dwellers will always amaze him

Azul’s 100% in the Monstro Lounge kitchen after hours, creating various plant-based meals for you to try out

he personally assigns you to being his taste-tester, hoping to create stuff both you and his customers would enjoy

the Octavinelle housewarden already has a few vegetarian options on the menu, since the merman has always been inclusive of his guests’ needs and wants, but with you he feels like he could create a whole new section

he also uses this time specifically to bond with you. Azul finds himself at ease when he’s doing business work — well, so long as 1) the business is going well and 2) Floyd is behaving

but Azul finds that the evenings spent with you and him alone in the kitchen, bantering and swapping cooking ideas with each other casually have become a favourite routine of his

JADE LEECH:

Jade would blink a few times if you ever told him directly that you were a vegetarian (maybe you told him one day while at Monstro Lounge, while he recommended to you a new dish that contained meat)

then he’d casually ask if that meant you couldn’t eat mushrooms, since while they are not technically animals, they aren’t plants either (they’re eukaryotes)

if you say no, then you’ll soon see a wide toothy grin forming on your boyfriend’s face

a wide toothy grin that is full of mischief

over your next few visits to Monstro Lounge, or if you’re relaxing together with Jade, you’ll find him pushing over an assortment of mushroom-filled dishes every time

“my love, i brought for you a mushroom risotto.” or “would you please try this new dish i made? i used mushrooms instead of beef to form a patty.”

by the end of one week, you’ve gotten sick of eating mushrooms, and when you tell Jade this, he’s giving you the saddest (fake) look ever

“but my dear, isn’t this what you eat instead of meat?”

Jade, you silly silly eel, there are tons of other plant-based substitutes for meat, like tofu

not to mention that there may be some meals where you completely disregard substitutes completely

it’s endearing how Jade tries to use his passion for mushrooms to accommodate to your palette and dietary choices, but in the same way that the average person wouldn’t eat steak everyday, you wouldn’t want to eat mushrooms that frequently either

Jade understands your plight and cooks other foods for you, but he will always try to squeeze in a fungi-based meal here and there, whenever he can

FLOYD LEECH:

would Floyd even know what being vegetarian is?

he probably wouldn’t say much about it. would probably also forget at times

not because he doesn’t care about you, but because that’s just who he is

you shake his little huge head and there’s just a singular marble rattling around in there /j

anyway

when he does remember, it’s when you’re at a restaurant together

you had ordered the new veggie burger from McWonalds and they accidentally give you one with bacon in it

when you go up to tell them, Floyd’s trailing behind you, all tall and menacing-like

“they said no meat.”

with his intimidating stature, it has the poor underpaid worker running back to the grill with their tail between their legs

he’s the adorably intimidating protective parter every socially anxious person needs

Floyd’s also probably the type to sneak bites of your food when you’re not looking

he probably also wouldn’t like the taste of plant-based products if the change is that obvious

you can see what disaster is up ahead with these two, yeah?

he takes a large bite of your limited edition, extra-pricey veggie-meat kebab before sputtering and cringing at the taste, letting the half-chewed food fall to the ground

you give him an earful because buddy! veggie meat is hella expensive in this economy!

Floyd would feel bad though because you’re his beloved partner! and he hates to see you sad or upset. it was a gag reflex and he didn’t really mean to waste your food :(

so he goes to Monstro Lounge’s kitchen and starts creating an exquisite vegetarian meal as an apology gift for you (under Azul and Jade’s supervision. they can’t afford another kitchen lest this one falls victim to Floyd’s, ah, creative cooking methods)

he’s giving you the saddest puppy dog (eel?) eyes as he presents you with his masterpiece, complete with (fake) candles and rose petals to replicate a romantic scenario

if you make up with him, he’s quick to scoop you into his arms, tugging you into a very tight embrace as he rambles on about how happy he is to have you and all the obstacles he overcame (like not burning down the kitchen) to give you his apology gift

Floyd doesn’t really understand your reasonings for changing up your diet, but he’s happy as long as you are <3

[shrimpatheticstuff]

Heya, this is my first time writing so im sorry if i do this wrong but im obsessed with your account!

I'm not sure if you're even accepting requests, if not feel free to ignore this

Could I request the Azul reacting to y/n (!fem or !gn) passing out from their eating disorder?

In which Azul is worried sick about fem!Y/N

TW: ED (anorexia) 

Worry was an understatement. Azul, the busy man he is, knew that Y/N wasn't handling the results of her exams very well.

She hasn't been eating well since she found out the result to the point that her cheeks were getting hollow and she wasn't even surviving gym class. 

"Y/N, dear, would you like to be the taste tester for Mostro's new menu?" It was another one of his tricks to make her eat even for just a little bit. "It shall be made by yours truly-- For free!"

The thought of free food made her stomach grumble. Perhaps the punishment was enough since she wasn't able to get in the top 50?

"No, thank you, Azul. I've been having stomach problems lately."

"Perhaps a snack would help," the dorm leader suggested. "I read that human stomachs aren't resilient--"

"I'm gonna be late for gym class, see ya," she softly planted a kiss on his cheeks before running away.

Pushing up his glasses, he noticed the heartslabyul duo following behind. "Ace. Deuce." He called out. He could've sworn their souls left their bodies.

"Y-Yes!" Deuce quivered.

"Keep an eye on Y/N for me. That Vargas can be unforgiving," he sighed. "I don't have to say what might happen if you don't, now do I?"

"No, Azul-senpai," they quickly answered.

"Good."

“Azul...” She’s not keeping up with the rest, Azul thought, watching Y/N run on the other side of the field. 

“Azul.” And to think it’s almost lunchtime.

“Azul!” Maybe this time, I could persuade--

“AZUL!!” The dorm leader jumped, only to see Jamil gripping his broom threateningly. 

He cleared his throat before adjusting his glasses. “Must you yell?”

“You’re not even listening in the first place!” Jamil huffed. “What are you looking at anyway?” It didn’t take long when both students looked at the other side of the field to see Y/N. 

“I have my reasons,” Azul immediately replied. 

“Of course, you do. Now fly.”

Turning his back, Azul tried to focus on floating than seeing the flushed face of Y/N. Though he can’t help but feel something wrong.

“Prefect!” A scream echoed in the field. All class that was within range turned their heads to the group of first years. 

Azul’s heart dropped at the sight of Y/N motionless on the ground. Dropping his broom, he ran as fast as he can, eyes not leaving Y/N even when her classmates crowded her. 

“Y/N!” Azul yelled. 

“Call Coach Vargas!” Deuce ordered. Every noise drowned out when he finally reached her. Azul's tears were threatening to fall when he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking after seeing Y/N’s ghostly pale face. She wasn’t responding to any of his calls.

Big muscular arms scooped the prefect from the ground. “Ashengrotto, watch this class for me.”

“But sir--”

“I can look after these first years, Coach,” Jamil answered. Azul didn’t realize it when he got here. “Go,” he muttered. 

The infirmary never felt so far. The moment they arrived, Azul quickly informed the school nurse what happened. Vargas left after a while to come back to class, but Azul stayed, even when the lunch bell already rang. He was waiting for Y/N to wake up.

And she did. 

Azul wanted to say everything. He wanted to nag how foolish she has been, how she pushed herself too far, how he could've helped. 

"Why?" his tone was gentle. Seeing the tears building up in her eyes, he couldn't be angry.

"I failed..." she cried. "I failed all my exams and--and I thought I don't deserve to eat--"

"You did well enough to reach the passing scores." He gently held her hand. "Achieving that in this school from a world you don't know is amazing enough."

Y/N was about to open her mouth when she felt his grip tighten. "I don't know what resulted in this, but I will certainly not allow you to punish yourself by abstaining from eating. Not while I'm here."

Silence enveloped the room. Y/N found herself in Azul's chest as he ran his fingers in her hair in hopes of calming her down. "If the pressure's too much, call for me. I'll come no matter what."

[plant43]

𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 ☆

summary: date night, or something similar.

author: nell

warnings: canon-typical violence, innuendo

includes: claire, leon, jill, wesker, ada, sherry, jake, and william.

date night is always clear on claire’s schedule. she never forgets, and if she does, her secretary is there to remind her. karaoke bars, all-you-can-eat buffets, concerts, showings of the newest movie— claire wants to do it all, and she wants to do it with you. even if going out isn’t really your thing, she wants every moment to be memorable. she’s seen to much to take any night with you for granted. the whole world is going to know claire redfield loves you, if she has any say in it; especially when drunk-singing her tone deaf renditions of classics.

jill is always tired. there are so many things she’d love to go do with you— botanical gardens, natural history museums, aquariums— but she hardly has the energy to get out of bed on her off days. the best date for jill is a lazy day. sleeping in and waking up in your arms is precisely how she enjoys spending her mornings, cooking breakfast together, showering, and just enjoying your closeness. she loves music, so don’t be too surprised if cooking turns into a singing and dancing party.

dates are next to impossible with leon. either he’s passed out on the couch before dinner or stuck fighting god knows what — it isn’t that he doesn’t feel terrible about it, though, because he does. he wants to make you feel special, but he doesn’t think you deserve a “burden like him”. it’ll require some effort on your part, and an aligning work schedule, but what he’d really like to do is take you out for dinner. leon isn’t a formal type of guy; think barbecue, or heavy american bar food. somewhere the two of you can let loose and talk, where leon can pretend that his work won’t rip him away from you again tomorrow.

sherry just wants to do something fun. so many years of her life were stolen from her, especially her youth, and she wants to make up for lost time with you. when you’re able to pull her away from work, expect trips to amusement parks, museums, and very long hikes. she likes to camp far away from civilization, where she doesn’t have any reception— that way, she’s alone with you, and no one from work can come find her.

wesker is, surprisingly, something of a classic romantic. stays at luxury hotels, five star restaurants, they’re all a natural part of a relationship with him. he’ll wine and dine you until the sun goes up, and he knows when to turn on his charms. but what he really loves, genuinely, is making dinner at home. the home he shares with you, and all of your memories together. albert is an incredible chef. he’ll use you as his taste tester and assistant, which is half the fun— nine times out of ten, he’ll come up behind you to steal a kiss.

if you’re in a relationship with ada, it’s more than likely you’re in a similar line of work. so, what date night usually ends up being is either, sitting in the infirmary together after a mission, or promptly going home to turn on a movie and fall asleep twenty minutes in. ada doesn’t mind. being curled up on the couch next to you is far better than whatever is waiting for you out there. here, she knows she can keep you safe.

motorcycle rides are the most romantic kind of date you’re going to get with jake. he loves taking you anywhere, everywhere, especially when you sit behind him with your arms around his waist. he’ll take you anywhere you want to go, as long as he gets to drive. otherwise, you’re usually holed up in some off-the-road bar, watching jake get cash through winning at darts, or at a restaurant poking fun at other patrons. jake’s a master of the “make up a bizarre story about a stranger” game.

if anyone has a tendency to forget plans, it’s william. he doesn’t even mean to. most of the time. it’s just too easy for him to get caught up in his own work, and before he knows it, it’s 11 pm and the 8 o’clock sharp dinner reservation is out the window. it’s a disappointment you have to grow used to, including his promises of making it up to you. usually, he won’t. it’s not that he doesn’t love you, because he does— he just loves his work, too. expect late night crawls into bed of him whispering apologies, half-hoping you’re awake to hear, half-hoping you’re asleep and don’t kick him onto the couch.

[lost-lila]

Hihi!!✨ I was wondering if you had any hurt/comfort or fluffy headcanons with Jean-Jacques from vanitas no carte?? You can pick whatever you are most comfortable with!! And don't feel pressured to do them if you don't want to!! Is really nice to see that more ppl like this anime ✨

I decided on the Fluffy Headcanons for this, but I can gladly do the Hurt/Comfort Headcanons in another ask if you want me to! Vanitas is my favorite Manga and one of my favorite Anime, so I'm also happy to see fellow fans! Hope these are to your satisfaction.

Possible Manga Spoilers for the Gévaudan Arc!

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• One of the ways Jean-Jacques likes to show his affection is by cooking for you. He will always make sure that the quality of his ingredients is good and that there is nothing in his food that you don't like. Chloé happily volunteers as taste-tester.

• If you offer to help him cook, he'll blush and nod excitedly. He's always happy when he gets to spend time with you, especially in the kitchen.

• Jean-Jacques will want to introduce you to Chloé as soon as he feels like your relationship is getting serious. Both of you are extremely important to him and he hopes with all his heart that you will get along. Chloé might question you a bit and lecture you to treat her friend well, as he deserves, but she will notice that you love him earnestly and is happy for him. You'll probably become good friends over time, warming Jean-Jacques' heart once he sees that.

• Jean-Jacques will always help you if he can and if you need it. He'll sew your clothing when it rips, he'll make sure your room is clean and tidy, so you can feel comfortable in it and he'll always make sure you take care of yourself. You won't be able to skip meals under his watch, that's for sure.

• He's very protective of you, but not in a possessive way. He'll let you have all the freedom you want, but he'll always keep an eye out for danger, so he can protect you, even turning into his beast form, so that no harm will come to you. After giving up his ability to turn into the beast, he will still make sure you're safe at all times, even though he has to adjust to the loss of his beast form.

• Jean-Jacques will reveal himself as a vampire pretty quickly once you're in a relationship with him, seeing no point in hiding something that would easily be found out anyway and not wanting to lie to you. However, he won't tell you about his beast form for a while. Part of him doesn't want you to be connected to the beast, fearing that you might become a target for the church or the bourreaus as well, but there's also a part of him that worries you might be scared of him after finding out. After thinking about it a lot, he will eventually come clean, sighing in relief after you hug him and tell him you accept him as he is.

• If you're in a very safe and very secluded area and you ask very nicely, he might consider turning into the beast so you can cuddle and pet him. You'll have to be very convincing though.

• When Jean-Jacques gets thirsty, he might hesitate a bit before coming to you, especially if it's early into the relationship.If you agree to him drinking your blood, he will hug you close, search for a suitable place on your body and try to bite you as gently as possible, stroking your back to soothe you while drinking. After the first time, he'll be a lot less hesitant to ask you for your blood, especially if you tell him it felt good and that you enjoyed the experience.

• Sometimes, you have to remind your lover to take a break and relax for a while, as he can often get lost in the work he does for Chloé. He'll resist at first, but if you get Chloé on your side or offer him some of your blood, he'll find his resolve crumbling. Once he agrees, lead him to his room, lie down on the bed with him and hold him close while he either drinks from you or slowly falls asleep, letting out a content sigh.

• Jean-Jacques will definitely take on the role of a big spoon if that's what you prefer, but I see him as a little spoon who likes lying on top of your chest and just holding you close while you play with his hair. It's very fluffy and soft, I'm sure of that.

• All in all, you will become incredibly important and valuable to him and after a while, he can't imagine a life without you, content with living with you and Chloé for all of eternity.

[reilliane]

Propensity ✤ Diluc

P r o p e n s i t y

A/N: Second part to the small trilogy! Diluc is jealous he just won't admit it sjjsdajdahdasf

➸ Hereafter (prequel)

✤ she/her

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More often than not, the so-called Darknight Hero finds himself behind the counter serving customers their preferred beverages.

Though a certain traveler keeps on buying most of the stock (especially that wolf hook juice...), many still insist on lingering by the cozy ambiance of Angel's Share.

Who wouldn't when they are served with the finest of wines and juices?

Through many moons, Diluc has seen his share of intoxicated citizens.

They are all drowning in self-pity because of a ruined relationship, or in other things he really didn't want to be privy to, but such is a part of a bartender's job description—even if he's technically the owner—having to lend an ear to those who seek momentary refuge in alcohol.

He might just be a bank of secrets from everything he's heard and believe it or not, he has also heard quite a tale from the green garbed bard whose identity is much more... different.

With this in mind, such is the norm if he is also to come across.. [Name].

She's always fancied the taste of both wine and juices brewed by the winery and actually is one of the taste testers before the products are released to the public.

Diluc found it helpful of her to place in her aid even when he's not requiring her to, but he figured it's because she and her family still took refuge in his manor. Initially, it was only due to his father's insistence, but he did not mind the extra company.

Even if they're both faintly aloof and so unlike who they were before.

As Diluc stores away a newly dried glass by the shelves under the counter, he gets a good look at the white fabric in his hands, the snowy color similar to the hue of her thick blankets that was draped over him that one night he had returned to the manor.

It's been roughly eight months since then and that eventide was the only time the two of them had talked for more than three minutes, nowadays it's just trivial, insignificant phrases bidding and reciprocating greetings with frequent inquiries of each others' days.

The fallout was something he had expected to happen the moment he decided to leave Mondstadt, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him throughout his journey—because it did.

The truth that he left her without so much as a goodbye (but a mere shrug of her hold on his arm) made him think twice about returning to apologize, but he was already so far into his venture that he had to persevere and wallow in his regret.

Throughout those four years, he has accepted his mistake and the possibility that she'd be giving him the cold shoulder—so when he returned to what he assumed is now an empty room in his manor (believing they left in his absence) but was instead greeted by a lady still deserving of proper closure, he was stunned.

Has she waited all this time?

She did, that much was obvious.

But he's grown to be rockhard as a stone that he only felt a tiny amount of guilt, but she was still [Name]—and she's been with him all his life until a couple of years ago, the least thing he could do was to honor that one thing reminiscent of the childhood dream he had robbed her of.

He came to know that in his stead stepped in his step-sibling, Kaeya, who had accompanied her through those years.

He also came to know that this continuity was never snipped off, it actually stayed, and he has seen it for himself more than he can count.

"You're quite the hard worker—and you're not even a part of the Knights." said a voice.

Diluc sighs through his nose as he opts to wipe the counter instead, but couldn't help to look over to the eastward table near the stairs, where Kaeya and [Name] are having a small feast to commemorate the latter's arrival from her business in the distant region of Sumeru.

A couple of empty glasses and plates are on their table.

"I don't need to be in the Knights to be productive, you know," Kaeya directs his stare to the crimson-haired man at this answer,

"And I have my own things to fuss over. One of them just happens to be in some faraway land." continued the Hydro-user, her voice meek and laced with subtle intoxication—though the two men know it's not enough to make her stumble and lose hold on her thinking.

The Ragnvindr averts his stare to appear dismissive, but the Chevalier knew better.

"Well you are here now and this simple dining just isn't enough." hums the bluenette, to which is responded at questioningly by the mage.

"Whatever are you getting at?"

She sounded amused.

Kaeya pretends to think over something as the lady bothered herself with the few wines left and he took this chance to shoot a mischievous, almost derisive look towards his step-brother, who purposefully chose to turn his back on them.

Snickering, the Captain shrugs his shoulders with nonchalance.

"I'm planning to take you out tomorrow night, how's that sound?"

Thud.

Bewildered at the sound, the cryo-blessed vision-holder smiles as [Name] turns slightly to search for the origin but fixes her attention back on her companion when she sees nothing suspicious.

Meanwhile, the latter's lip curl up even higher as Diluc emerged from under the counter, having picked up a wooden mug that has... slipped from his hold after hearing the invitation.

Funny of you, brother.

"I appreciate it, but I'm fairly busy nowadays..." responded the lady, "Do you think you can convince me? At the eventide, too..."

'Hm, you won't be able to convince her.' thought Diluc as he greeted the traveler (who surprisingly doesn't have Paimon with them) who took a seat in front of him and ordered a bunch of apple cider vinegar. '

There's only one way for her to accept your invite.' He'd know because they were close.

All those nights of creeping up to the manor's rooftop to—

"Why of course. I'm planning to head to Starsnatch Cliff. The stars are marvelously beautiful when gazed at under the perfect spot,"

He freezes, the faint twitching of his eye noticed by a surprised traveler who blankly accepts a glass of their ordered juice, still keeping a close watch on the odd expression on the man's normally blank visage.

"Especially with an equally beautiful lady," adds Kaeya.

Thud—splash!

"You flatter me," chuckled [Name], but an excited glint in her eye can be seen at the mere mention of stargazing, "And you know me well, don't you? I'd love to go."

Diluc's brows furrow as he apologized to the traveler after cleaning the messy spilling of their drink, making sure to have their next one on the house as he spun to prepare a new one.

It is just in the nick of time for him to see the two stand up and for the Chevalier to plant a chaste kiss on his childhood friend's hand. Just in the nick of time for him to see the cute shade of red on her cheeks.

But was that the thing that stirred him with some kind of sentiment?

It wasn't.

It was the single rhetorical question of her saying that he—Kaeya, out of all people—knew her well.

A sneer comes across his face as his lips turn to a straight line, his chest tightening with a muted hiss as the footsteps echoed in his ears, reminiscent of the times they ran with goofy smiles in the manor.

Bitter—how awfully bitter and sour this night is.

"Master Diluc?" he hears the concerned call of the traveler and he shakes his head, turning back around with a new juice in hand, again just in time to see the tavern door close.

Diluc allows a rare, much more visible frown to appear.

"Sorry, here's your drink."

Maybe if he had been faster, he would've seen the hopeful gaze [Name] had given him before she left.

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a/n: aye diluc, you handsome man, just go to mc already iauhfauwkfhkaf

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Return to the Scrying Glass　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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[nari-nim]

hongjoong as your boyfriend

nari note: ah yes, my bias wrecker :’) got requests for mingi and jongho, so they’re coming soon...but who else after them for this series? gif creds go to @hongjooong

Listen, his time is so precious so when he’s spending it with you? You’re precious. He doesn’t bother wasting his time with people who do not add value to his life, so when he’s paying extra attention to you and offering to buy you coffee on the way to work? Someone likes youuuu ;)

Likes to be friends first before dating

You definitely catch him staring at you a lot

He just thinks you’re so beautiful doing the most mundane tasks :((

Will make sure the relationship will work out before asking you out

Or ask him out and he’ll move mountains to make it work

Oh god he takes intimacy and closeness so seriously, so he will be careful about skinship when y’all first date

But he loves the feeling of you in his arms

Or when you back hug him at work

Speaking of work, absolutely the type to produce and sing love songs for you

Like a whole fucking album

But he won’t publish all of the songs for the public, some are simply just for your ears 

Not in the way where all the lyrics are all R-rated, although he will make some of those songs for sure

But like very much likes to pour his heart out into the lyrics and beats, so those songs especially are just for you

He’s so loyal. Will work anything and everything out. 

Love language is quality time (receiving) and acts of service (giving). This combination leads to a lot of romantic and sensual nights in! Think: making dinner together, eating candle lit dinner, warm baths, stuff that leads to more (expanded on later ;)), all those good cliches.

If it’s in the daytime, scenic drives while blasting music, taking photos on film cameras, chilling by the ocean, all of this fits so well with Hongjoong. 

Date where he teaches you how to reform clothes and you end up creating a matching set together. Couple outfit. Couple goals.

Also nap dates!! 

Cuddle him while he gets this well deserved and much needed rest! 

Remembers literally everything you tell him

Very attentive listener, most likely won’t accidentally fall asleep

This means he gives really thoughtful and sentimental gifts, remembers all the important dates, and absolutely will remember that random person in college that hit on you from one singular conversation about them

all or nothing. Just super devoted and loyal.

Will want to help you learn, grow, and pursue your goals. Not exactly a hype man, but will help you slowly and steadily in the background

For example, uses his connections to help point you to the right direction for this risky career choice but won’t take credit for it unless you press him about it

Hmm.. the type to mentally fixate on a problem or try to solve it on his own because he just wants to see you happy, so make sure you try to coax whatever might bother him out so y’all can face the issues together!

But, he’s extremely good at communicating and conflict resolution

After the first few months, arguments are super rare because y’all worked out the biggest issues by then

And if anything comes up, he is so good at actively listening to you, finding compromises, and voicing his needs in a super understanding way

Ugh someone cuff this mans

Speaking of communication, he’s the type to only talk about his deepest worries or insecurities with the closest loved ones in his life so get ready to see a whole new side of him when dating

Will be so vulnerable and open with you so treat him gently and with kindness!

Deep conversations until the late am

A great ear when it comes to listening to you

Always has great, heartfelt advice

He’s someone you can always lean on! He has your back, always

But also make sure to be there for him because we all know he goes through so much and the strongest people need the strongest support

He’s okay with PDA, but not too much in front of people in KQ

Sticks to hand holding and little else

But he is such a cuddle bug in private! He actually lay on top of you or trap you on his lap, not letting you leave unless it’s an emergency

His hugs feel so safe

When y’all cuddle, you always feel so secure, warm, and loved

Dating him is the equivalent of understanding what a deep sense of belonging feels like

Haha y’all should dare each other to try spicy foods 

Because if you like spice/take it well, watch him look at you in amazement and slight horror

And then proceed to sneak the spicy foods in his dish onto your plate whenever y’all eat out together

Even better, you eat the spicy looking food first as his personal taste tester and after a solemn nod, you just quietly take it off his plate for him/move the dish closer to you. You are his superhero.

Or if you can’t take it well like him, at least you both have fun chugging milk together

A true bonding experience either way

NSFW after this

Switch but with an extremely heavy dom lean

Eager to please. More than anything, likes to make sure you’re both pleasuring each other. 

Loves to hear details of your sexual experience and what you like in bed. Simply as a way of getting to know you more. So y’all could literally be talking about choking on his dick casually over lunch. Seonghwa almost spat his drink out while passing by

He is consent king wbk

When y’all first started dating, there were times he forced you to stop kissing him just so he could pressed his forehead against yours and take some ragged breaths, hands gripping at your shoulders tightly, as he pulled himself together and tried to calm down 

Because intense makeout sessions really turn him on

But once you experimentally rock your hips against his, watch his eyes shoot open and look at you with bated anticipation

The first time y’all get down and dirty he’s literally checking in with you before he does anything

Which is so cute, but you’re literally like “just fuck me” at one point

Once he knows your limits though, likes testing them little by little, but always checking in to see how you are doing

Definitely has hard dom potential, especially after both of you get super comfortable

But he still checks in, whether it be gruffly demand your color or pausing to look at you with a questioning look. Just depends on how fucked out you are.

Always coming up with ways to maximize your pleasure, will give everything you suggest a shot

He appreciates visuals. Likes seeing you in his clothes or in lingerie he bought you

Really into orgasm control

He loves loves loves hearing you whine for him

But also

He’s into breath he’s into breath play he’s into breath play he’s into breath play

Hm shamelessly bringing in astrology: so his scorpio ass can actually be quite freaky. But more than anything, he’s very intense during sex. 

But would fuck you as stress relief after a long day 

That… that gets really intense

You’ve used your safe word against him a few times before on those particular days

Also y’all have needy, desperate sex a lot 

Because he’s so busy and you have your own life so when you get to have your time together, it can be a little animalistic the first few rounds

Then it transitions to like love making…very sweet, slow, and sensual :)

OH he is so romantic on anniversaries! He absolutely loves making it special and will spend the night making you shake from pleasure

But on other days where he’s tired as fuck, this is your chance to take care of him! Not necessarily doming him, but being a service top and cuddling him so well afterwards? He honestly loves it so much more than he lets on

Honestly though, I do see him as someone who will let you dom him if you are both feeling it

Not always, but again, he wants to maximize your pleasure

One time he let you top and you started licking his nipples  #hongtiddies and it felt so good for him, you can tell from the way he starts squirming, rutting his hips up at you, and whimpering for you

Got shy before he hit subspace and you used it to mock him a little

Peg him. He'll take it. Like a mess. 

Cums so hard

Was so red after

Pillow talk hits so different

Y’all are both bathing in that post-sex glow, faces inches apart, him kissing your knuckles tenderly, looking deep into your eyes while you both talk about your future, dreams, and aspirations

Whispers his “I love you”s at this time with such sincerity

You can just see the love in his eyes and gentle smile 

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[glowingbadger]

Hi! Could you do SFW and NSFW relationship headcanons for Raphael and Hubert, please?

(P.S. I swear I sent this in a few weeks ago but you must not have gotten it. I am mortified at the chance I accidentally sent it to another blog!)

Your timing is incredible- your request was literally the next one on my list haha :3 So no worries, it got to the right place! I'm just still catching up a bit lol. Let's talk Raph and Hubie!

Raphael, Hubert x GN Reader

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

Raphael:

- Raphael is such an absolute sweetie as a boyfriend. He's very nurturing and just a healthy level of protective, but he also knows that he's not perfect and is willing to listen to you when you need something different from him, or just to vent. He's also endlessly uplifting, always instinctively looking on the bright side of things and eager to open up that sunny perspective to share with you.

- As we all know, the way to Raph's heart is through his stomach. If you're even a little skilled in the kitchen, you've got an easy in to spending time with him whenever you like. If you're not much of a cook, he's happy to be a taste-tester until you've got it figured out. Though it's not like his palette is incredibly refined, so you might not get the most nuanced feedback.

- It is essential that you meet his little sister's approval- it's practically like courting a single father. Her happiness is his utmost priority, so one day when she mentions off hand that she can't wait for you all to spend time together again, he practically starts tearing up and warmth fills his chest. Knowing that you get along with the other most important person in his life just reaffirms his affections for you a thousand fold.

- His idea of a date pretty much always involves food, and with his energetic and warm personality, those kinds of dates are easy to enjoy. If you suggest other ideas though, while he might not be sure it's his "thing" at first, he'll quickly find something to get excited about and invested in. Besides, when he's with you, he has a hard time caring about anything but watching you just be your wonderful self, all with a wide, goofy smile on his face.

Hubert:

- Hubert quietly dotes on you. His love language is absolutely acts of service. This is largely because he finds it so hard to believe- practically disorienting- that you'd want to be with him of all people. As such, he does everything in his power to ensure that you're provided for. You may not even realize the lengths he's willing to go to for some time, as he has a habit of doing helpful or sweet things for you without your knowledge. Maybe it takes a vaguely threatening "chat" with some disrespectful knave who's been trying to get your attention, or perhaps there's a tear in your favorite shirt that he has sent to be repaired without ever mentioning it. Hubert doesn't seek praise- only your happiness.

- that said... He does absolutely melt when you do praise or compliment him. He does his best to appear stoic, but his face turns bright red when you tell him how lucky you are to be with someone so considerate and conscientious. Funnily, when he's riding high on his adoration for you (whatever you would call Hubert's version of feeling warm and fuzzy), not much changes other than that he's less conversational, appearing exceptionally introspective. The truth is just that he can't stop thinking of you and this bizarre feeling you've nurtured in him.

- he will NEVER admit this and will strike fear into the soul of any who would suggest it- but when others give him romantic advice, he does take note. When Edelgard suggests he have flowers sent to you for no particular reason, or Ferdinand recommends he take you riding through the countryside on a particularly lovely day, he does consider them and possibly even follow through.

- listen. The first time Hubert returns to his quarters from a late night "mission" to see you waiting up for him, struggling to stay awake to greet him and make sure he's okay, he's just... A puddle. He holds you so close and so tight, resting his face in your hair without a word. He's simply so overwhelmed that he should ever be so fortunate as to be welcomed home by someone he loves.

NSFW 18+ v

Raphael:

- Raph is a Big Boy and a Strong Boy, and those two facts are never more relevant than when things start getting heated. He's had one or two prior sexual partners (people from his hometown who came onto him- he enjoyed it well enough, but he's WAY more into it after falling for you), so he generally knows what he's doing, but likes a bit of guidance. He worries a lot about hurting you, but also enjoys showing off his strength and stamina for you- so letting you set the pace tends to work best overall.

- He openly loves it when you compliment his muscles and physique, reminding him of just how big and strong he is compared to you and how easily he lifts and positions you. Hearing it from your lips energizes him and makes him more determined than ever to pleasure you and take care of any and all of your needs. He's a bit clumsy about some of the finer operations involved- but honestly, sometimes it's hot enough just to feel his large and powerful fingers spreading you open. It's hard to lament his lack of dexterity when he can so easily fill you and reach your every sensitive spot at once.

- He's really not much one for power-play, or any kind of spicy roleplay. He simply doesn't see the point. Raphael would always rather just tell you openly how amazing and gorgeous you are as you ride his big, thick cock. You're so small even when you're above him, and he can't help wanting to hold you as your stretched out little hole takes him again and again.

- Raphael can resist cumming for a long time for the privilege of getting to fuck as many orgasms out of you as possible. He's got some impressive stamina. He'll lift and reposition you several times, then very carefully ease his huge member back into you, giving you plenty of time to acclimate to him filling you up from a new angle. There's no question that you'll be satisfied by the time he finally cums- but once he's done, he's done. Raphael cums hard, and a good volume, and once he's ridden out his climax, all he wants is to cuddle you on his broad chest and maybe share a snack, then drift off for a nap together.

Hubert:

- I've talked about some general spicy ideas for Hubie before in the past, so definitely check my masterlist for those (I love this miserable bastard so fucking much-). Overall, I see him as a classic, domineering Dom in the bedroom. Hubert needs a certain level of control over everything in his life to feel even a little at-ease, and intimacy is no exception. It won't take long into a relationship with him for it to become clear that he's happiest and most satisfied when you're a good, docile little pet for him.

- It's not extremely obvious at first, but Hubert's body is very sensitive and very touch-shy, simply due to lack of exposure. He's had a few sexual partners, though largely for pragmatic, political purposes, so the experience of being with you and wanting so badly to be truly intimate with you is completely new to him. Add this to the fact that, at his core, he still believes you deserve so much better than he could ever give you in all things, and you've got yourself a complex over-thinker in your bed. This is part of why dominating you is so soothing to him. When you're his personal needy kitten, he can direct you as he pleases, catering your treatment to his comfort level.

- Hubert gets very invested in the finer details of your submission. He takes great care to select a collar custom made for you, and will manage everything from your posture to your line of sight to when you're allowed to cum. He does not suffer brats; misbehaving will result in literal hours of punishment, and you're lucky if it only amounts to spanking. He's much more likely to tie you, or even magically restrain you on his bed completely exposed (or in a shamefully erotic outfit) and tease your clit/head of your cock until tears wet your eyes and you beg him to be allowed to cum.

- That all said, if you're a very, very good pet for him- or if you're someone a bit more shy or anxious in bed, he is capable of being a very soft and caring Dom. This even surprises him, but he can't help brushing a gloved hand to your cheek as you take his cock into your pretty lips, and he murmurs, "That's right, my dearest, just like that. You're doing wonderfully- just a little longer for me and I swear that I'll satisfy you."

[wrenhyperfixates]

Not as Bad as You Think

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: After a bad grade on a test, Peter is being very hard on himself. Loki helps you cheer him up. Warnings: none A/N: Enjoy :)

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“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think,” you comforted Peter, patting his back.

“You’re right,” he replied, voice muffled by the pillow he was hiding his face in. “It’s probably worse.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

The disgruntled teenager rolled over onto his back and gave you a look somewhere between annoyed and upset. He’d come home to the Tower saying he failed a big History test he’d had. Despite him saying he failed, you were pretty sure he was just over-exaggerating. The boy kept up a nearly perfect gpa and was an Avenger. It was no easy feat, and you knew how much pressure he put on himself to keep up his good grades. You wished he’d go a little easier on himself.

“Besides,” you continued when he said nothing, “even if it is bad, everyone’s allowed one not so great grade every once in a while. You’re still doing great, kid.”

“I guess,” he mumbled halfheartedly, smooshing his face against the pillow again.

You frowned. During the time Peter had been on the team, he’d become something of a little brother to you. You hated to see him down like this. It was easy to remember all the normal pressures of being a teen, and he had the pressures of being a superhero on top of that. Sometimes you wished he took a day just to be a kid. Though, when you said that, you meant more of him taking some time off to have fun, not stress about his grades.

“I know what will fix this,” you said with a smile.

“Cookies?” he said, peeking up at you again.

“Yup. And hot chocolate. How does that sound, Petey?”

“Well, I don’t know I deserve it,” he started before seeing the stern look on your face, telling him to ease up himself. “But yeah, I want some.”

You stood and ruffled his hair. “Coming right up.”

Taking your frustrations out on the cookie dough you were mixing and cocoa you were whisking, you tried to figure out a way to get Peter to enjoy his youth. You were so focused, you didn’t notice when Loki came in, and he was able to snag one of the freshly baked treats before you could smack his hand away.

“Naughty Loki. Those are for Peter,” you giggled, poking him in the side.

“And you can’t spare just this one for me, darling?”

“I suppose you can be my taste-tester,” you grinned, giving him a kiss before he could take another bite.

“Thank you, my love.” You smiled at your boyfriend as he polished off his treat and licked his lips in delight. He pulled you into a hug and rested his head on yours. “Delicious as always, darling.”

“Thank you, Loki, but I have to keep my eye on the hot chocolate.”

“Allow me to guess, that is for the spiderling, too?” he inquired, grabbing a mug out of the cabinet for you to pour the warm liquid into.

“Mhm,” you replied. “He had a bad day, and I was trying to cheer him up. Nothing was working, though, so I’m hoping these treats will.”

Loki knew how close you were with Peter, and he loved seeing your older sibling instincts take over, despite not actually being related to the boy. Admittedly, he was glad Thor didn’t act the way you did. If that was in his nature, Loki was sure the God of Thunder would be entirely overbearing. He had started acting a bit more brotherly recently, however, which was nice. Of course, all that just meant Loki wasn’t exactly the best equipped to help sibling problems.

Loki frowned as he wiped a few spilt drops of hot chocolate from the counter. Your brow was furrowed in concentration and thought, and he pulled you back to kiss the lines of worry away. He hated seeing you upset or distraught in any way. After all you’d done for him in showing him he was worthy for love, he never wanted you to experience a single bad emotion. He knew it was part of being human, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. And he could do everything in his power to keep those negative feelings at a minimum.

“Darling, why don’t you just take it easy. I will go take these things to the spiderling and have a chat to cheer him up,” he told you, rubbing up and down your arms. “I will take care of it.”

“I don’t know, Loki. Nothing I was saying was working. And I feel kinda bad to let you take care of this while I put my feet up.”

“Well then, allow me to handle this, and you can make me some of that delicious hot chocolate.”

“Fine.” You smiled at the way he was so concerned, not just for you, but for Peter, too. And of course you’d be more than happy to make him some cocoa, even if he was just suggesting that so you would take it a bit easier. “Just tell me if he’s still feeling down, alright?”

“We have a deal, darling. Leave it to me.”

And so, the trickster god found himself outside Peter’s door, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him. Before the drink could get cold, he just knocked and hoped the right words would come to him. Peter beckoned him in, and Loki walked inside, cookies and cocoa in hand.

“Oh, hey Loki,” Peter said, sounding sad. Though, he did perk up when he saw the snacks.

“Greetings, spiderling. I hear you are having some troubles. Perhaps I could help?”

“I dunno.” He took a cookie off the plate and dunked it into his drink. Then he offered Loki one, which he gladly accepted. “There’s not much that can be done. Unless...”

“Unless?”

“Can your magic turn back time?”

“Sadly, no,” he laughed. “But maybe you’d just like to talk about what it is that is plaguing you?”

“I guess,” he sighed. “I got a bad grade on a test. And I studied so, so hard. I thought I did way better, but I just didn’t. I’m supposed to be able to handle all the pressure and stress, but I just don’t think I can. I need to try harder, do better.”

“Come now, spiderling. From what I hear, you are doing wonderful in your classes.” Loki hesitantly pat the boy on his back. “There is only one life to live, and it is not very long. You should be enjoying each minute to its fullest.”

“Haven’t you resurrected like three times, though? And aren’t you thousands of years old?”

“Regardless,” Loki waved the comment off, “none of it is worth it if you are not enjoying life. You are doing wonderful, we could not be more proud of you. Just be proud of yourself and a little kinder to yourself, too.”

“You really think so?”

“I may be the God of Lies,” Loki chuckled, “but I assure you, I could not be more honest in this moment.”

“Well then, if I’m supposed to be doing stuff I enjoy, do you maybe want to do a movie marathon?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect. You may pick what we watch, too.”

“Yes!” he cheered. “I hardly ever get to pick!”

As Peter set off to grab pillows and blankets and set up the movie, after finishing his treats of course, Loki waltzed into the kitchen with a sly grin on his face. He walked up behind you and hugged you. You jumped a little at first, but quickly recognized the arms encircling your waist. You leaned back into his chest and smiled up at him.

“It went well, I take it,” you said.

“Indeed it did. In fact, we are having a movie marathon. You are, of course, welcome to join.”

You decided to take him up on that offer and handed him his hot chocolate. You made some popcorn, too, and put it into two bowls; one for Peter, and one for you and Loki to share. Peter sat on the floor by the TV where he’d set up the original Star Wars trilogy to play, and you and your boyfriend snuggled together on the couch. About halfway through the second movie, a thought occurred to you.

“Hey, Petey,” you said. “What grade exactly did you get on that test.”

“Oh, uh, that? Who cares,” he scoffed, though he’d gone bright red and wouldn’t meet your eye. “You wouldn’t want to hear about that.”

“Peter.”

“Fine,” he sighed. He ducked his head and mumbled his grade. “I got an 85.”

“Peter! That’s amazing!” You didn’t know whether to cheer for him or strangle him. You decided playfully hitting him with a pillow was the way to go.

“Loki! Help!” he laughed as he tried to block your attacks.

“Coming to your rescue, spiderling!”

The three of you ended up in a pillow fight, and eventually collapsed in a pile on the floor, out of breath from laughing. You smiled at your boys and realized that even if things were difficult sometimes, you always had each other’s backs. It was more than just Peter being like your little brother, or Loki being your boyfriend. You were a whole little family, and really, who could ask for more than that?