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Together Kiera, Catalina, and Varian have a body count.
#No because Eugene and Rapunzel are the eldest responsible siblings Varian is the tired middle child and Kiera and Catalina#Are the terrifying little sisters#They are so chaotic they break into Varian’s lab regularly for the sole purpose of pestering him#And stealing his chemicals so they can prank everyone in the castle#He tries to stop them but eventually they rope him into it#He tries to resist them but they bring out the chaotic little shit in him#And they also bring out the exhausted done-with-everything divorced dad side of him#He acts like he hates them but he helps them with homework and drop kicks their bullies and tells them spooky stories during sleepovers#If Varian isn’t at the castle or at home he’s being held hostage at the treehouse#Helping them mix dyes to pour into Lance’s laundry#And giving them severely flawed advice about puberty#tangled the series#tts#rapunzel's tangled adventure#varian#kiera and catalina#angry and red
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The ADHD experience is forgetting where you set you cup down five minutes ago, but being able to pick up where you end off in a conversation you had 10 years ago. It's remembering the fine details of a book but forgetting who gave it to you, or if you bought it yourself. It's remembering a thing your best friend mentioned an interest in, but forgetting their birthday even though you've been best friends for 10+ years.
When we are bored, we become the equivalent of a husky in a cubicle. When the boredom gets bad, we break down, crying, and fall into a deep depression.
It's randomly getting the intense and overwhelming craving for a bowl of plain rice or a slice of bread with a little butter on it, and craving nothing else. Just this dose of carbs that brings absolute satisfaction.
It's fighting to convince your body to move and acquire food and water, but you remain trapped on the sofa, your brain and body will not move even though you haven't eaten or had anything to drink in 12 hours. You need to use the bathroom, your bladder is raging, and the only thing that finally gets your brain to behave is the pain.
ADHD isn't just some cute thing of being distracted with a case of the zoomies. It's a nightmare that results in losing jobs, poor eating habits, insomnia so bad you're awake for three days and fall asleep only because you're exhausted, and your home is filthy even though you desperately want to clean it up. There's nothing enjoyable about this fuckery.
#chaosfay talks#adhd#my hatred of vermin ants and other pests as well as my allergies are what keep my home clean. though i fight my brain so i can clean#the bathroom. the chemicals mess with my asthma so i wear a mask and gloves are necessary because of textures and skin reactions#i have a small wardrobe and hate shopping for clothes which means laundry gets done. a small house means it gets put away ASAP#but kitchen stuff? cooking is extremely difficult because i get distracted and forget to do things. ny husband is a professional#cook and enjoys cooking for me. we have a rice cooker now which means i'm eating lots of rice and satisfying my carb cravings#i have loud obnoxious alarms set up for med reminders especially now that i take meds twice a day instead of once a day#it's why i have meds set up in little organizers so i can just dump thr daily doses in my hand without trying to remember if i took them#it's why we're gonna remove the doors from the cupboards and cabinets and replace them with the kind you can see through#because out of sight out of mind 100% applies to my life. my cat is also very good at reminding me to feed her and clean her litter box#i might not remember your birthday but i can pick up our conversation from 10 years ago when i last saw you#even if i can't remember your name i will remember what we were chatting about as though it was only five minutes ago
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How to make a homemade laundry detergent for a sustainable home
DIY: How to Make a Homemade Laundry Detergent for a Sustainable Home
Laundry detergent is an essential item in any home, but there are many questions about the best type of detergent to use and whether it’s possible to make a sustainable choice.
In this article, we’ll explain the basics of laundry detergent and why it’s important for a sustainable home. We’ll also provide step-by-step instructions for making a homemade laundry detergent that is both effective and eco-friendly.
What is Laundry Detergent?
Laundry detergent is a cleaning agent that is used to wash fabrics and other items. It usually contains surfactants, enzymes, and other chemicals that help to break down dirt and stains. Different types of detergent are used for different types of fabrics, so it’s important to choose the right one for your needs.
Why is it Important for a Sustainable Home?
When it comes to sustainability, laundry detergent is an important factor. Many store-bought detergents contain harsh chemicals that can be harmful to the environment. These chemicals can end up in our water supply, which can have a negative impact on wildlife and human health.
Using a natural, eco-friendly detergent is one of the best ways to reduce your carbon footprint and make your home more sustainable. Plus, it’s much better for your skin and clothing!
Step-by-Step Guide to Making a Homemade Laundry Detergent
Making your own detergent is easy and cost-effective. Here’s how to do it:
Ingredients
2 cups of baking soda
2 cups of washing soda
1/2 cup of citric acid
1/2 cup of salt
Essential oils (optional)
Instructions
In a large bowl, mix together the baking soda, washing soda, citric acid, and salt.
If desired, add a few drops of essential oils for a pleasant scent.
Transfer the mixture to an airtight container and store it in a cool, dry place.
To use, add one tablespoon of detergent to a full load of laundry.
Tips for Using Your Homemade Detergent
For best results, use warm or hot water.
To boost cleaning power, add a half-cup of white vinegar to the rinse cycle.
For extra-tough stains, let the garment soak in a solution of equal parts water and laundry detergent for 30 minutes before washing.
For a fabric softener, add one cup of white vinegar to the rinse cycle.
Final Thoughts
Making your own laundry detergent is a great way to reduce your carbon footprint and make your home more sustainable. Plus, it’s cost-effective and easy to do.
By following the steps above, you can make a homemade laundry detergent that is both effective and eco-friendly. So, why not give it a try today?
#DIY#Sustainable Home#Laundry Detergent#Eco-friendly#Cleaning Agent#Surfactants#Enzymes#Harsh Chemicals#Carbon Footprint#Effective#Cost-Effective#Baking Soda#Washing Soda#Citric Acid#Salt#Essential Oils#White Vinegar#Fabric Softener#Rinse Cycle#Soak Solution
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Comparing Laundry Powders: Norwex Ultra Power Plus (UPP) vs Competitors
Comparing Laundry Powders: Competitors Washing Powder vs. Norwex Ultra Power Plus (UPP) When it comes to choosing a laundry detergent, two factors usually stand out: cost and environmental impact. Today, I’m going to compare a well-known Competitor’s laundry powder with Norwex Ultra Power Plus™ Laundry Detergent (UPP), focusing on these two critical aspects, as well as my personal experience…
#Chemical-free cleaning#Chemical-free laundry detergent#Eco-friendly cleaning products#Eco-friendly laundry detergent#Effective stain removal detergent#Green cleaning solutions#Laundry detergent for sensitive skin#Natural laundry powder#Norwex#Norwex Australia#Norwex cleaning#Norwex consultant#Norwex home solutions#Norwex laundry detergent review#Norwex Laundry Powder#Norwex products#Norwex reviews#Norwex tips#Norwex Ultra Power Plus tips#Norwex UPP#Norwex UPP Australia#Norwex UPP instructions#Safe laundry detergent Non-toxic laundry products#Sustainable cleaning#Sustainable laundry products#Ultra Power Plus laundry powder
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WHAT THE GENSHIN BOYS SMELL LIKE
Including: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Freminet, Gaming, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli
Notes: These are just personal headcanons, don't take these too seriously🥴 Enjoy!!💛
ALBEDO
• I think he smells like nothing most of the time
• You only feel cold air when you stand next to him because he's in Dragonspine a lot
• Subtle notes of charcoal which he uses as an art tool or of strong chemicals cling onto him on some days
ALHAITHAM
• I also don't think he smells like anything on most days, maybe only like the fresh clothes he's wearing
• Though he has a faint scent of coconut to him. It could be the shampoo or the skin care products he's using, but it's mostly because of his body lotion
AYATO
• His hair always smells like the shampoo he uses. So sugary and sweet, like vanilla cake or bubblegum
• But for his body and clothes he uses expensive clean and powdery fragrances
• Quite the combo, I must say💀 Strange, just like his taste in food
BAIZHU
• Smells like expensive bar soap. A mix of aloe vera and ginger
• Also smells kinda sour because of the herbs he works with
CYNO
• Smells like pure white musk which smells great
• But it can be quite intense on some days when he decides to go overboard with his sprays
• He's sweating at the end of the day but the smell is subtle
DAINSLEIF
• He smells like the environment he was in. Often it's nature. Every now and then he smells like the rain too
• Also smells kinda dusty, like that basement smell you know? People either love it or hate it.
DILUC
• He smells warm and homely. Notes of cedar, sandalwood, or cinnamon
• But you'd have to stand really close to him to smell anything, his coat kinda dulls the scent
• Of course, he always smells like the vineyard and grapes during the harvest
FREMINET
• Smells fresh like bar soap. It's almost unnoticeable. It has a light scent of baby powder
• His clothes smell like chamomile because of the fabric softener he uses
GAMING
• This fella smells like cocoa butter because he uses it as body lotion
• I can also imagine that he carries an aroma of caramel/burnt sugar
• Bro eats so much dim sum, he often smells like the food he ate
GOROU
• I don't think he has a particular scent
• But his home/room smells like cinnamon, cloves, and oranges. The scent kinda rubs off on him
HEIZOU
• He wears body mists with floral notes. His favorites are maybe roses, lavender, or honeysuckle
• He likes to keep a little lavender sachet in his closet, so his clothes also smell like flowers
ITTO
• Idk, he probably smells like someone who's outside a lot. He has that outside smell, you know what I mean?
• He probably wears a musky fragrance, but it usually mixes with his sweat
KAEYA
• My bro is using all sorts of Arabian oils and fragrances. He has some with the notes of oud, musk, amber, and much more. Kaeya has a whole collection
• He smells divine and he knows it because people compliment him every day
• But like Venti, he drinks a lot, so his scent mixes with the wine odor
KAVEH
• Kaveh likes to wear fruity, tropical fragrances because he's always craving chilled fruits, especially on days that are hotter than usual.
• They also remind him of the days on which he sat in front of his house with his parents and ate watermelons
• Also has an alcohol odor sometimes like his fellas in Mondstadt
KAZUHA
• He uses a fabric softener because he likes his clothes to be extra comfortable. That's why he often smells like fresh laundry
• Because he spends a lot of his free time in nature, he probably also smells like grass or firewood
LYNEY
• Berries. He always smells like berries.
• He won't tell you what his secret is
• You guess every product he uses has the scent of berries. His bodywash, his shampoo, his body lotion, his deodorant, his fabric softener, the candle in his room, his lip balm, etc. Even his toothpaste...
NEUVILLETTE
• This sir smells like the ocean. Like the sea breeze. Like water itself.
• Yeah, he likes expensive-smelling aquatic colognes. Though occasionally he also uses citrusy perfumes
TARTAGLIA
• Something tells me that he either smells like expensive aquatic fragrances
• Or he smells like an old lady mixed with the aroma of nature, grass, firewood, animals, etc.
THOMA
• He probably likes to wear sweet scents like tonka bean and honey
• Or even perfumes with fruity notes like peach or pear
TIGHNARI
• You can't tell me this guy doesn't smell like herbs, plants, flowers and stuff
• Idk, when I think of him I think of eucalyptus
VENTI
• He would smell quite fresh and idk, breezy?
• Like a fresh breath of air in spring if you know what I mean
• But since he's drunk most of the time the overbearing odor of wine sticks to him
WANDERER
• Nahida gifted him a citrus perfume and he has been using it ever since
• He likes bitter smells too, so he bought himself bitter perfumes with bergamot, bitter orange, and grapefruit notes
WRIOTHESLEY
• I think he wears a perfume which has woody, earthy notes. Sometimes he has a fresh minty smell to him too
• When he fights the scents obviously mix with his sweat
• I also think a light scent of motor oil sticks to him
XIAO
• Most of the days he smells literally like nothing, or sweat. It's not overbearing though
• But there are some days on which he smells super sweet, like vanilla, cotton candy, a baked treat or something
• It's either because he ate those things or because he has body sprays with these scents. He won't tell you
ZHONGLI
• If you're standing close to him, you'll smell his pleasant cologne scent
• It could be musky or woody, but he usually wears floral scents like osmanthus
• His scent mixes with the aroma of tea leaves or herbs which he gets from wandering in the market and drinking tea the whole day
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact fluff#albedo x reader#alhaitham x reader#ayato x reader#baizhu x reader#cyno x reader#dainsleif x reader#diluc x reader#freminet x reader#gaming x reader#genshin gaming x reader#gorou x reader#heizou x reader#itto x reader#kaeya x reader#kaveh x reader#kazuha x reader#lyney x reader#neuvillette x reader#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#thoma x reader#tighnari x reader#venti x reader#wriothesley x reader#xiao x reader#zhongli x reader
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Despite being a hopeless romantic omega Steve thinks that the whole true mates thing is bullshit. Your true mate is supposed to smell like home. But Steve can't imagine anyone ever smelling like the Harrington residence. The big, empty house reeks of stale air and cleaning supplies, artificial and chemical. Acrid and acidic almost reminiscent of the way an omega in distress smells. But it's just bleach keeping the unused kitchen counters pristine and the cold hallway tiles spotless. Steve really can't imagine anyone's scent smelling like that. Scent blockers are mandatory at school and Steve doesn't really interact with enough adults to be 100% certain but from the few scents he has smelled, none of them have had that hint of bitter bile.
Nancy smells like geraniums and gunpowder in the air like sparklers lit ten seconds to midnight on New Year's Eve, like possibilities and giddiness. Even after they break up there is some comfort in her scent. It's the first time Steve learns that an alpha's scent can be soft and gentle and not smell sharp like burned milk and suffocate the entire room the alpha is in.
At some point Steve becomes glad that his father is never home, relishing being able to breathe. His mother's scent isn't any better. Where is father's scent is biting, hers is overtly sweet. So sweet it's almost sickening. Something's always smelled off about it, fake too. Like artificial violets and stevia. Not that artificial always smells bad.
Robin's scent is a mixture of blue raspberry and newly bought books and Steve hopes that whenever he finally has the guts and the means to move out his next apartment is going to smell like her. They'll never be true mates, he knows that. But as far as platonic soulmates go Robin definitely is the one.
By far Steve's favorite but also most confusing scent is Eddie. Because Eddie smells just like his trailer. Like literally exactly like his trailer. Any room he walks in instantly fills with the scent of fresh coffee and beans on toast. Sun-warmed air and hints of weed. Laughter, if laughter had a smell. Drug store brand hair products and denim and leather. Corduroy cushions and cold crispness that nightfall at the end of summer brings. It's lovely and always mixed with the kids' scents or Nancy's or Robin's. Occasionally, Jocye's and Jonathan's too. For some reason, it all just clings to Eddie like cookie crumbs to syrup-soaked, sugar-sticky fingers. Steve never met anyone who's smelt so much like other people. When he mentions it to Robin she gives him an odd look.
"I think Eddie smells just like Eddie?" she says before adding slowly. "But ya know, beta nose, I don't smell much."
"But you agree that he smells exactly like his trailer right?" Steve asks. Robin's look grows even odder.
"People don't smell like the place they live in," she says slowly. "Scents are more complicated. Maybe Eddie's place just smells a lot like him because it's small and stuffy and he is always in."
"The trailer isn't sticky!" Steve has the need to defend Eddie's trailer. Robin has never been at the Harrington house when Steve's parents have been home, she has no idea what stuffy means.
Robin just hums and thinks for a second. "Does the trailer ever smell like Wayne?"
Wayne smells like gasoline and tobacco, laundry detergent and asphalt that has been rained on, what did Dustin call that smell? Petrichor? It's as comforting as a blanket and hot chocolate during a thunderstorm, reassuring words and fairy tales read in silly voices. Wayne smells like a childhood Steve never had. But the trailer doesn't smell much like Wayne. There is always a faint hint, the same way there is always a faint hint of the rest of their mismatched pack. But that's only because Eddie smells like pack and Eddie's trailer smells like Eddie. Just like Eddie!
Steve tells Robin exactly that and she grows quiet. It's always worrying when she grows quiet, usually always so quick to chatter. She doesn't share her thoughts, says she only has a thesis, not ready to share it yet. Or maybe Steve is not ready to hear it yet. He gets an idea hough of what her thesis might be when they lock up family video.
"You headed straight home after dropping me off" Robin asks as she puts the last returned tapes back on the shelves.
"Yes, Eddie said he is making chilli, so hurry up," Steve says, his stomach already growling.
"Is he cooking at yours?"
"No, at the trailer, why would he be cooking at mine?" Steve asks, wondering where Robin got such a weird idea that Eddie might be - oh. Steve had kinda referred to the trailer as home, hadn't he? It's like a row of dominos toppling over, revealing a beautiful picture once the very last one has fallen. Eddie is at the trailer. The trailer, which Steve thinks of as home. Home, that Eddie smells of. Steve is well aware of his feelings for Eddie. Has been crushing on him since Eddie pressed a bottle to his throat, but somehow despite the smell of alpha in distress filling the boat house, there had been something comforting about Eddie's scent. Something familiar, like coming back as an adult to a place you last visited as a child and the smell of memories hanging in the air. The buzzing feeling sitting at the bottom of Steve's spine, I have known you before.
Steve has never rushed so much to drop Robin off before breaking several speed limits on his way to Eddie's trailer. He basically runs inside, not bothering to knock, knowing the door is open. The smell of home engulfs him like the arms of a beloved would. Steve's beloved stands at the stove, string chilli, looking up and smiling so sweetly at Steve as if Steve's presence has been that one missing piecing, the special ingredient, all along.
"Hello sweetheart," Eddie says and it makes Steve's breath stock.
Eddie calls him sweetheart all the time, it doesn't mean anything. But what if it does? Steve is always quick to throw himself at danger, the pack gets hurt over his dead body. He takes it all, the punches, the drugs, the monsters. It makes him seem brave. Self-destructive, self-sacrificing, stupid but brave. Only that he isn't brave, not really. He loves too much to think twice about things, but if he took his time, weighed out whether he should really jump in front of a gun, Steve would be shaking with fear. Fortunately, there is no gun in Eddie's hand aimed at him, only a wooden spoon and the ask to taste, see if anything is missing. Steve lets himself be fed, has to suppress a moan because the chilli is perfect. It only makes Eddie smile more and despite Steve's breath becoming shallow he decides to be brave.
"Hey, what do I smell like to you?" Steve asks. It's a taboo question, frowned upon by most people, you don't just ask about your own scent. But Eddie isn't most people and happily indulges Steve.
"When I still lived with my parents," he says as he starts plating their food. "My mum would take me to this diner around the corner every time she and my dad would have a fight. There was this waitress, Franny, she'd always come over and bring me a piece of apple pie and crayons and coloring books while she was trying to talk my mum into leaving my dad probably. I don't really know, I was busy coloring. Like I knew something bad was happening and things were shitty for my mom, but I loved going to the diner. It was my little bubble of comfort when I was a child. That's what you smell like: apple pie heavy on the cinnamon and crayons. Little bit over strong filter coffee every now and then too. You kinda smell like..." Eddie stops, suddenly realizing what exactly Steve smells like.
He looks at Steve, mouth gaping slightly. There are tears in Steve's eyes. All his life he thought he smelt just like his parents' house. Like murky water and dust-covered floors. Like the rot of something falling apart. Like something broken. Eddie is crossing the room in an instant, gently wiping Steve's tears away with his thumb.
"You smell like home to me too," Steve confesses and suddenly he no longer is the only one crying.
He is in the arms of the alpha he loves, the alpha who loves him back, surrounded by the smell of home. They don't say I love you, don't have to. You are home already conveys all the emotions they are otherwise unable to put into words. Instead Eddie almost shyly asks,
"Can I kiss you?" And when Steve nods and Eddie's lips meet his, Eddie finds out that Eddie tastes just like home too.
#steddie#stranger things#steddie ficlet#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#stranger things fanfic#eddie munson fanfic#steve harrington fic#my writing
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idk if u do angst or not but i love me so good angst so if u dont mind can u do some kiribaku x reader angst plz i would love that thx like they cooking for kiri and bakugo and bakugo complains about how little reader dose and kiri agrees cuz they just kinda stay at home and clean do the laundry and so like after he says that she gets mad so the next day she does nothing and like just reads like doesn't cook for them that night doesn't do there laundry and doesn't clean the house that day and at first bakugo's mad about it and kiri doesn't know what to feel and this go's for a few day and kiri and bakugo have to do everything and the see how hard it is and apologizes to reader! i think it cute
thank you plz dont feel like u have to! i love ur writing
*evil laughter* you fool I AM THE IDEAL ANGST WRITER AND IM A KIRIBAKU FAN IM A YUZUYA FAN AFTER ALL 😈
You were humming along to your favorite song as you were carrying 3 baskets of both your husband's clothes "That's About all of them" you huffed in relief you then grabbed and poured all the bleached cleaning chemicals in there and the clothes and turned on the washing machine "ok so I cleaned the room unclothed the sink and the toilet went and got groceries what else..." you were thinking for a while until a delight smell met your nose
"Man whatever Kats is cooking must be good I might sneak a bite or two.." a mischievous grin started forming on your face you crept out of the laundry room in the halls to where the kitchen to hear Kiri and Katsuki talking, you leaned your ear closer and it seems like they were talking about you
"And then when I came back I saw y/n tried and laying on the couch sleeping like a layout sloth with MY favorite chips in hand! " You giggled as you heard Katsuki angrily rambling on to his other lover Kiri about you slacking off thinking he was still holding a grudge about the snack incident"God I wish she could just do SOMETHING around the house rather than clean and BARELY cooking shes so..LAZY" "bakugo don't be so mean but yea I kinda agree I wish she could do more in the house rather than clean.."
Your heart stung at that very moment tears started to swell up in your eyes you had to carry Kiri's 2000-pound dumbbells when it was delivered at his home which bruised your hands and arms pretty bad, another time you saw permanent stainsmon Akatsuki's hero suit due to a battle with a notorious villain and decided to spend all your savings try and get it off, the more rambling they went on about you being "Lazy" the more angry and hurt you were
You then ran up the stairs and stuffed your face into the pillow and cried softly were you not working hard enough? After all the bruises cuts and money worth nothing? Were you actually Lazy? Thoughts swirled around your head and you lost your appetite you didn't feel like sleeping with them so you grabbed a pillow and blanket and slept in the guest room for tonight, you locked the door making sure they wouldn't barge in
Suddenly a knock on the door alerted you "Hey baby you there why are you in the guest room?" Kiri asked concern filling his voice but you ignored him getting the pillow and putting it on your head, Kiri tried a few more times getting more worried for you so he quickly ran down to get Katsuki about the situation "hèy blast y/n locked herself in the guest room... I think they're ignoring me" katsuki rolled his eyes while brushing his teeth getting ready for bed
"She's probably in her "dramatic bitch phase moods" or whatever she calls it she'll prob get over it in the morning," he said waving it off "but it feels like shes mad at us.. I think we should-" he was cut off by katsuki kissing him on the lips "El they'll be fine I'm sure of it plus she'll prob crawl back into bed without us knowing in the middle of the night now good night" katsuki pecked kiri on the cheek and jumped into bed Kiri took one last Glance in corners and slowly climbed in the bed feeling a bit empty even katsuki felt it so he clung onto Kiri but it was still empty and cold without you
The next morning they woke up and there was still no you, katsuki glanced at the space and rolled his eyes maybe you are mad.. or you woke up early to cook breakfast? Katsuki then took a shower and then got ready, you normally already had his warm dry clothes in the drawers but to his surprise, they were all soaking "Y/N!" He yelled out stomping around to hunt you down for this cruel prank but to find out you already left without their breakfast... only but a note and plain grain cereal saying "Here's your breakfast breakfast 😁"
Katsuki was stunned knowing that you would go all out making them a big breakfast with their drinks and everything decorated Kiri followed behind him yawning he glanced at the table and looked a bit worried "Katsuki what if we did make her upset" Katsuki groaned at his boyfriends whining and turn towards him "she's not mad she's probably was too lazy to do it and even if she was she can't go that far we can outlast her rebellion" he said with confidence
It's been 2 days and it's been hell you weren't lifting a finger for them and both of your boys weren't too pleased with that, katsuki wasn't used to washing clothes so he accidentally mixed the colored clothes with the white clothes which stained some of the white clothes to his annoyance, Kiri was freaking out that there was red hair dye left and he had hero meaning to go and his hair was almost turning black he begged you to go to the store but to his defeat you just stared at him and politely said no and got back to your reading
Katsuki was getting enraged by your sudden behavior so he confronted you with a beaming glare "Oi what's with this shitty attitude your pulling?" "Blasty no!" You tilted your head innocently at the 2 Men "What do you mean I'm doing something" You were about to go back to your read when Katsuki snatched the book and slammed it on the counter you glared at him "I had enough of this shitty attitude woman you have been doing less and less work each day and we're paying the consequences"
you scoffed "But is this what I am right a Lazy bum" Katsuki was about to question you about your statement but then it hit him..the memory of him and Kiri talking about you... "you heard our conversation" you looked over to him as your eyes narrow "at every single last word" Kirishima swelled up with guilt avoiding eye contact with white katsuki was still glaring
"Listen, baby, we're sorry it won-" "Oh don't give me that half ass apology you're gonna have to work for it BIG TIME" "Oh please like we deserve your forgiveness just because you're not doing much" You laughed sarcastically and got in his face
"I bet your ass wouldn't last a week without me doing the housework" "Fine winner gets to use the others credit card for the day and make them breakfast in bed for almost a week" "what!? Bakugan I dont think-" "Deal" you cut off Kirishima as you shook hands with the blond "what have I gotten into"
The next few days were hell! Most of Kiri and katsuki's colored clothes were bleached due to Kiri accidentally putting them in the colored clothes rather than putting them in the white clothes all their clothes were full of dye stains that day while you happily shopped you some clothes,
Katsuki, on the other hand, was worse he didn't have any time to make breakfast or lunch so he went on for the day cranky and hungry having to eat cheap instant ramen in his break and was questioned by fans on why was there Clear dye stain on his suit and kiri got laughed by both his friends and in the agency about his hair drooping and all black colored making his fans chased after him with questions or stating they liked his hair red which was to his annoyance
You watched as the two boys struggled with doing their jobs as you sat there secretly giggling to yourself and talking with your friends on the phone like a form to brag it to them
"Katuki im gonna apologize it's getting too much..." Kiri told Katsuki as he was struggling to mow the lawn (you also do that) "Are you kidding you giving up that easily because she was a" "No Bakugo because I know to feel what's it like its hard, look at you, your struggling to turn on the lawn mower your clothes are stained and we haven't eaten no good meals in over a week I'm tried katsuki and you are too"
katsuki stood they're quietly he didn't wanna admit but it was true it had been torture without you hell even if they kept going like this the whole house would be a disaster but not inky that their relationship would be stained and he didn't want that he truly loved you two even if he doesn't show it and he doesn't mean or intentionally wanna hurt you was he really taking it to far? That's what he made his final decision
"Fine.." Kiri turned slowly turned into smirk a bit "what was that couldn't hea-" "I SAID FINE DONT PUSH IT YOU DAMN ROCK" he chucked putting hands up in defeat "alright alright I heard you thr 1st time kats!" He chuckled as both was finding a way to make it up to you when you got home
You arrived at your home signing it's been a long day for you even tho you barely did anything you had a lot on your mind wondering was too far but were still confident that they needed to learn their lesson!, you got to your doorstep seeing a note that said "come in there's a surprised" in both Katsuki and Eljirou handwriting you raised your brow a bit but curious to know what was the surprise about
You slowly open the door revealing a fancy dinner table with all your favorite foods' petals on the floor what's next to the dish is a small gift right beside it "You look over to see both Your husbands' faces guilt written all over, you narrowed put your hands on your hips pretending to not be happy "so what's all this" katsuki sighed knowing that you were still mad at them which was reasonable "an apology i-no we're sorry for what we say I know this isn't much" you glanced I silently "but we also ran a warm bath for you with your favorite show recorded-"
you cut the men off by tackling them with a hug happy tears fllow "I COULDNT DO IT ANYMORE I HATED THIS CHALLENGE" Kiri's face was starting to swell up in tears as well "ME NEITHER" Both you and Kiri cried dramatically while Katsuki stood there genuinely smiling and chuckling a bit
"What are you laughing at blasty" glaring playfully at the blond who was on the edge of wanting to bust out laughing at his partner's dramatic performance
"Nothing" he smirked he was just glad everything was back to normal "So who wanna watch (favorite show)"
#kiribaku x reader#eijiro kirishima x reader#kirishima x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo x kirishima#yuzuya kiribaku#bnha angst#angst with a happy ending#boku no hero academia#my hero academia x reader#Bnha poly#poly relationship#bnha fanfiction#i hope you like it#request
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Nick was a freshman at Brown University and was having a hard time meeting guys on campus. He tried the campus GSA but he wasn't clicking with anyone. A lot of the guys were obvious with their interest in him but none were really his type. He was always falling for the douchey straight guys on campus. Something about the musky pits, backwards hats and simple-minded demeanour always caught his attention. His achilles heel was definitely frat bros. They were the creme of the crop for him, and he wanted nothing more than to turn some of them.
There were these two frat bros in his Chem class that he gazed at when they weren't looking. Their names were Connor and Jack, even though they were only juniors, they were the co-presidents of the Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity.
Connor was the pitcher for the baseball team, and he loved the attention it got him with the ladies. Everyone on the team knew he would leave the after-game parties earlier to take a girl home. Girls loved the contrast of his green eyes and dark brown hair, mixed with the rock hard body he maintained through sports.
Jack, on the other hand, was the captain of the lacrosse team for Brown. The only thing quicker than him on the field was how fast girls dropped dropped their pants for him. Like Connor, he would be drenched in sweat after games and attract a fan to come back to his frat house. The evening would be filled with a girl or two screaming out in pleasure for the whole frat house to hear.
They both had one thing in common that Nick could exploit: they were huge stoners. Connor loved to mix his weed with a little bit of tobacco to give himself more of a head rush. Jack loved variety and would try different strains and was on a quest to find the perfect high.
Alpha Phi Alpha was having a mixer on Saturday night, and Nick thought of the perfect plan to live his fantasy for the night. He was a chemistry major, and was growing a hybrid strain with hypnotic properties derived from a low dose of Nitrous Acid. When consumed at low doses, the chemical could leave users feeling mindless and agreeable.
Saturday night finally arrived and Nick headed to the frat house with a blunt in his back pocket. The house was packed inside and out with the base from the music shaking ground. Everyone was getting smashed and paid Nick any mind.
He headed into the house and headed upstairs to the second floor to search out Connor and Jack. He glanced through open doors only finding guys making out with girls in short skirts and summer dresses. He decided to try the third floor. When he reached the top of the stairs he picked up on the smell of weed coming from the end of the hallway.
He followed the scent to a room with a door cracked open. He pushed it open to find Jack and Connor sitting on a bed taking hits. The room smelled of weed, boat shoes, sweat filled laundry and musk. Jackpot.
Connor looked up at Nick, blowing out a puff of smoke. "Bro, what are you doing here?" Jack looked up quizically, "You lost bro?"
There was no one else in the room and as far as Nick could see, he hit the jackpot. "Was wondering if I could borrow a light? Brought my joint with some good shit. Trying to get faded."
They looked at each other amusingly. Connor replied "Yeah if you're sharing." Jack chimed in "Is it a Sativa?"
"Hybrid. And yeah I'll share, hand me the lighter. It's the best high I've had yet."
Nick grabbed the blunt out of his back pocket and sat on the bed next to them. Jack passed him the lighter and Nick held it up to his mouth but paused. "You know what? You guys take the first hit. Least I could do."
He passed it over to Jack who didn't give it a second thought. He lit the roll and took a deep inhale in.
"Fuuuucccckkkkk" he moaned as the smoke began filling his head. "Dudeeee, you gotta try this shit!" Connor took the blunt from Jack and took a long steady inhale in. Clouding up his mind, he felt his thoughts evaporate into thin air. "Dudddeeeee, this shit is fire. Hits so much harder than tobacco."
Nick was offered the blunt from Connor but insisted they go ahead without him. Their minds were washing away and they didn't find his suggestion suspicious in the least bit. He watched the frat bros pass back and forth. They were loving the mindless feeling it gave them and took deeper and deeper hits. By the time they reached the end of the blunt both guys stared ahead absent-minded, and with a slight smile on each of their faces. There wasn't a conscious thought to have, and they were feeling very giddy. Nick was ready to test his new strain.
"I want you both to follow my every command, and believe in each command as if they were your own personal desires. My commands are your commands. Do you understand?," Nick instructed. "Yes, bro" they replied simultaneously.
"I want you to make out with each other."
Jack and Connor looked into each others eyes lustfully. Connor leaned in and gave Jack a passionate kiss. Jack brought his hand to the back of Connor's neck and returned the kiss, bringing his tongue to meet Connor's. They gave soft grunts of pleasure as they kissed like they couldn't get enough. Jack broke the kiss, "Fuuuuck, bro! You're so fucking hot."
"You're so sexy in that backwards hat, bro" Connor said breathily as they continued to kiss.
Nick was thrilled to see his weed have such a strong effect on them! Now it was time to bring his fantasy to life.
He crossed the room to Jack's laundry basket and took out two jockstraps. He brought the jocks up to his face and took a deep inhale in. So rank and stained with sweat. He looked over at the two stoners, "Now I want you both to take your pants off and put these on. The material will make you ridiculously horny as it rubs against your dicks. I want you both to lay down on the bed and present your holes to me." Nick tossed the jockstraps at the floor. They stood up and slipped out of their jeans.. Nick watched as Jack and Connor bent over to pick up and slip on the jocks.
Connor closed his eyes in ecstasy, "Fuckkk brah, your jock got me bricked dog." He played with the straps of his best friend's jock, snapping them against his ass. Jack slid his on feeling the sweat from playing today's game on his dick. He looked over at Connor and slid his hand over Connor's ass, "Bro, you look hella fine in that. Let's get on my bed."
They chuckled as they both layed down looking back at Nick while he pulled out his dick. He was going to show them what they've been missing after the games. When they eventually came down from their high, they would be laying in Jack's bed cuddling. They wouldn't remember the events from tonight but they will remember where they can get some good dank on campus.
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Imitation caviar invented in the 1930s could provide the solution to plastic pollution, claims Pierre Paslier, CEO of London-based packaging company Notpla. He discovered the cheap food alternative, invented by Unilever and made using seaweed, after quitting his job as a packaging engineer at L’Oréal.
With cofounder and co-CEO Rodrigo García González, Paslier and Notpla have extended the idea, taking a protein made from seaweed and creating packaging for soft drinks, fast food, laundry detergent, and cosmetics, among other things. They’re also branching out into cutlery and paper.
“Seaweed grows quickly and needs no fresh water, land, or fertilizer,” Paslier explains. “It captures carbon and makes the surrounding waters less acidic. Some species of seaweed can grow up to a meter a day.” Best of all, he says, packaging made from seaweed is completely biodegradable because it’s entirely nature-based.
Paslier noted an amazing coincidence—Alexander Parkes invented the first plastic in Hackney Wick, the same part of East London that, 100 years later, Notpla calls home. Since Parkes’ first invention, waste plastic—especially tiny particles known as microplastics, which take hundreds or thousands of years to break down into harmless molecules—has been wreaking havoc in ecosystems across the world.
Plastic pollution is proving especially damaging in the marine environment, where tiny beads of plastic are deadly to the vital microorganisms that make up plankton and which sequester 30 percent of our carbon emissions, “without us having to build any new fancy technologies,” Paslier says.
Notpla’s plans to replace plastic began with a drink container for marathons. This is, in effect, a very large piece of fake caviar—a small pouch that contains juice or water that athletes can pop in their mouths and swallow when they need rehydration. “We wanted to create something that would feel more like fruit; packaging that you could feel comes more from picking something from a tree than off a production line,” he says.
Paslier showed pictures of two postrace streets—one where refueling came in plastic containers and one where it came in edible Notpla. The first was littered with plastic bottles; the second completely waste-free.
The next step was takeout food containers. Even containers we think are cardboard contain plastic, he says, as grease from food would make plain cardboard too soggy. Working with delivery company Just Eat, Notpla has pioneered a replacement for the per- and polyfluorinated substances (PFAS), the so-called “forever chemical” plastics that currently line cardboard takeout containers. It has even found a way to retrofit its solution into the old PFAS plant, so there was no need to build new factories.
The company is developing soluble sachets for detergent pods, ice-cream scoops, and even paper packing for cosmetics. And there’s plenty of seaweed to experiment with, Paslier points out. “You don’t realize it’s already available massively at scale,” he says. “It’s in our toothpaste, it’s in our beer, it’s in our reduced-fat products—so there’s an existing infrastructure that we can work with without having to build any additional processes.”
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Domestic December: COD
Day 11: Konig; You're injured
DD Masterlist
Lets say that you’ve had an accident. Nothing too serious, just a broken leg from taking an unexpected trip. That being said, you were still hospitalized for a hot minute. Long enough for a phone call to be made, and long enough for Konig to get a red eye back home.
“Not to worry, I’ve already made arrangements. Now, let me see that leg.” He promised before you could ask what he was doing back here so soon.
In theory Konig should be able to handle this situation better than most. He’s helped his men with injuries worse than anything you could have gotten in civilian life. The major difference was that those men weren’t you.
“No, no, don’t get up. I’ll get it, no problem.” He orders with a gentle voice.
It was really nice, in the beginning. Like royalty you didn’t need to lift a finger for anything: Warm meals were brought, gentle hands helped you dress, and those same hands massaged your shoulders in a bath that was just as warm and gentle. Overall, it was amazing.
Too quickly it became annoying. You weren’t a child, not made of porcelain, and yet Konig treated you as such. The dishes and pans were suddenly too heavy for you to hold. Laundry? Don’t be silly, the chemicals are bad for the injury. A literal tug of war took place over the trash can. Obviously, you could change the bag but here comes Konig, trying to take it from you with an “Please, let me.”
What really pushed you over the edge were the dogs. You had three of them between you, varying breeds made for a life running around the woods. This made them always almost desperate for your attention or a little playtime.
“Down, get down everyone,” Konig scolded from the kitchen doorway.
“It’s fine, don’t yell at them.” You said, glad to have the three dogs covering you on the couch.
“They’ll worsen the injury if you’re not careful,” He says, the final words that made you snap.
“I said it’s fine, Konig. Leave them be, leave me be. It’s fine. I don’t need you up my ass every five minutes.” You snapped, stopping him in his tracks towards you.
You had no reason to, but you felt bad immediately. Even the dogs lost their happy vibes when you snapped. The entire room was drowned in tense feelings that couldn’t be cure with mere words.
Konig did the only thing that he could; he left the room. The back door opening and closing, your own dogs betraying their master for the man promising a walk.
There’s a few minutes where you don’t know what exactly to do. Do you hobble yourself over and try to follow? Stay in place and let him come to you? Or do neither and just start shouting for him to come back? It’s up in the air what option would be the worse one to do.
Konig makes the decision for you within a few seconds. Coming back in, excited dogs in tow, and takes a seat on the couch next to you.
“I will calm down with all the helping. Though, I’m not going to apologize for trying to help.” He explains.
“I don’t expect you too, but I can make my own plate.” You say, “I would still like the baths though.” “You will be returning the favor later, yes?” He asks, although he already knew the answer.
#reader insert#domestic december#konig headcanons#konig fluff#konig mw2#konig cod#konig x reader#Reader insert
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MY FRIEND FRANK
not my gif !
frank iero x gn!reader
summary : everyone sees him a different way. but to you, he's just frank.
warnings: short and sweet, language, unedited writing.
note: wrote this on the way home from wwwyf ! happy october :)
it’s easy to get tunnel vision when you’re on the road all the time. it feels like you have to be “on” every waking moment. it’s exhausting.
if it wasn’t for frank you’d have left a million times over. he made it easy to take a step back from touring and looking at the little things. he reminded you what day it was when you lost track of the weeks spinning by. he was sweet and he was good and he was everything you wanted in a best friend and more.
he’d make you laugh until you were dizzy, and push you to your limit, and he’d even go easy on you when you played guitar hero. to most people he was frank iero, the guitarist from my chemical romance. to you, he’s just frank.
☠︎☠︎☠︎☠︎
“hey frank, i’m fixing socks if you need anything done.” laundry was done once a week…if you were so lucky. coin laundries and dry cleaners and rest stop showers, and the smell of soap all reminded you of frank…because of course it did. who else would it be that you thought of? “they better be fucking clean. ‘m not gonna touch your dirty socks again dude.”
trading off on chores was routine on tours like this. you would mend the guys’ clothes, frank would do laundry, gerard would grab food and so on and so on and so on forever. it was natural, and it was easy, and it was right. especially with frank.
the two of you would settle on the couch on the bus, sewing kit in one lap and song book in another. he’d tell you a story you were pretty sure had never happened, and you would hem his shirts or sew on another patch somewhere.
that was just how things worked–the two of you finding your own rhythm just like you did on stage. you’d tap your foot along to the sound of pen on paper, and he’d hum along to the sound of your breathing.
☠︎☠︎☠︎☠︎
you could think of more than one situation where you’d been alone with frank. he’d taken you by the hand and helped you navigate through backstage sets. you’ve stood outside takeout spots, freezing to death with your hands in jacket pockets just so he could have some company.
but it had never felt like this.
frank–your frank–had always had this grounding aura about him, some sort of constant through out it all. but now, sitting beside you, he seemed just nervous, something different hiding in his eyes alongside the flush in his cheeks and the adrenaline glimmer.
you try to convince yourself that maybe it’s because it’s late. the two of you are the only ones left awake in the bus, sitting together on the couch after all. maybe it’s the way his thigh is pressed against yours because you're seated shoulder to shoulder, or the way that neither of you have said a word since you climbed out of the cold.
maybe it’s this or maybe it’s that…you don’t know.
“can i tell you something?” his voice is soft and his eyes carry a fondness that scares you. you can’t help but nod anyway. “you have to promise you won’t get mad though.”
“okay. i swear.” his nerves are contagious, and your mind races with all the things he could possibly say. what could be so big it makes frank nervous?
“i love you. like a lot. like i’ve been in love with you since before this tour started and it makes me feel like i’m on fire. it keeps me up at night, and it’s driving me crazy that you don’t know…y’know? and i just…i just had to tell you. i had to tell you that everything i do is for you, and it always has been and it always will be.”
and oh.
you’re whispering because you don’t want to wake the others–not now, not with this moment unraveling so perfectly between you. but it suddenly all starts to fall into place, and you’re spewing an equally heartfelt–and quite honestly sappy–confession back at him. because it’s frank and you’d be stupid to say you didn’t love him too.
it makes you dizzy when he asks to kiss you, and you feel like a teenager all over again when he finally does. because it’s silly that you’ve waited this long to recognize the way that you felt, when it’s all been right there.
he kisses you like nothing else matters…because nothing really does. it’s just you and frank–who’s gone from being your friend to something more.
☠︎☠︎☠︎☠︎
the thing about frank is that he makes everything so easy. he makes loving him so easy. maybe down the road you would realize that you had something better to do then darning socks. but for now you didn’t mind.
#frank iero x reader#frank iero#reader insert#x reader#my chemical romance#my chem#mcr#mcr fanfiction#fanfic#deadsetromance
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Eco-Friendly Cleaning Products: Safe Alternatives for Your Home
Keeping your home clean and safe doesn’t have to come at the expense of the environment. Traditional cleaning products often contain harmful chemicals that can negatively impact your health and the planet. Switching to eco-friendly cleaning products is a great way to maintain a clean home while being kind to the environment. Here are some safe alternatives you can try:
Vinegar and Baking Soda
All-Purpose Cleaner: Mix equal parts water and white vinegar in a spray bottle for a versatile cleaner that can tackle countertops, sinks, and more. Add a few drops of essential oil for a pleasant scent.
Scrubbing Paste: Combine baking soda with a small amount of water to create a paste that can scrub away tough stains in the bathroom or kitchen.
Castile Soap
Multipurpose Cleaner: Castile soap is a plant-based soap that can be used for everything from washing dishes to cleaning floors. Dilute it with water for various cleaning tasks.
Foaming Hand Soap: Mix Castile soap with water and a few drops of essential oil in a foaming soap dispenser for a gentle and effective hand soap.
Lemon Juice
Natural Disinfectant: The acidity of lemon juice makes it a powerful natural cleaner. Use it to disinfect cutting boards, clean glass, and remove stains.
Deodorizer: Add lemon juice to your cleaning routine to naturally deodorize and freshen up your home.
Hydrogen Peroxide
Disinfectant: Hydrogen peroxide is an effective disinfectant that can be used to clean surfaces, sanitize cutting boards, and whiten grout. Use a spray bottle for easy application.
Laundry Whitener: Add hydrogen peroxide to your laundry to brighten whites and remove stains without the harshness of bleach.
Essential Oils
Antimicrobial Properties: Essential oils like tea tree, lavender, and eucalyptus have natural antimicrobial properties. Add a few drops to your cleaning solutions for an extra boost.
Aromatherapy: Use essential oils in your cleaning routine to create a pleasant and calming environment in your home.
Eco-Friendly Store-Bought Products
Green Brands: Look for cleaning products from brands that prioritize sustainability and use natural, non-toxic ingredients. Brands like Seventh Generation, Method, and Ecover offer a wide range of eco-friendly cleaning products.
Refillable Options: Choose products that come in refillable containers to reduce plastic waste.
Reusable Cleaning Tools
Microfiber Cloths: Replace disposable paper towels with reusable microfiber cloths. They are effective at picking up dirt and can be washed and reused multiple times.
Natural Sponges: Opt for natural sponges or scrubbers made from sustainable materials instead of synthetic ones.
Switching to eco-friendly cleaning products is a simple yet impactful way to create a healthier home and contribute to a more sustainable future. By using natural ingredients and choosing environmentally friendly brands, you can keep your home sparkling clean without compromising your health or the planet.
Do you have any favorite eco-friendly cleaning tips or products? Share your recommendations in the comments below!
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would you still love me then? | oikawa tooru
"Is Y/N around?" Oikawa asked one of your friends but they all shrugged, covering up for you like you'd asked, saying you had some errands to run and that they didn't know where you were off to even when they did know.
He sighed, clearly disappointed. He wanted to tell you something really important but when the time was right, you would always be off elsewhere. He thanked them in a quiet voice before leaving the classroom and walked to Matsukawa's house with Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and the resident himself.
You're neighbors with Matsukawa so he asked him if he knew of your whereabouts if you'd told him anything, but he shrugged, suggesting he ask your mum instead, who was always at home. He did as suggested and got out of his house to walk to yours.
Oikawa and you have never really interacted much. It wasn't like you didn't like him, you did and you wanted to be close with him but what you are was a problem. You restrained yourself from him simply because you were different, in an otherworldly way.
Your likes weren't even accepted and confirmed to the public until not even a decade ago when someone who sat on the presidential seat of your country finally had a right mind. You hadn't asked him of his thoughts regarding vampires, no, you were too scared to.
You didn't even kill or eat people, you managed to get by with just animals, so you believe that it makes you no lesser than just your regular human. But you were still hesitant to let him know, you'd only known him since the start of the summer break after your second year after all.
You dashed through the back door, covered in ox blood. You weren't mindful of what you wore again this time around, so it was going to be a pain trying to wash off the red stains on your light coloured shirt with a bunch of chemicals. You sigh, bracing yourself for another long session of washing your laundry.
One wouldn't think twice about taking off their clothes... or at least you didn't since you believed nobody else was inside the house but your mother. And you were wrong.
@midoriima oohhh added a little something here cos it got cut off. i loved my idea for this fic but i've forgotten all about it now and i left this sitting in my drafts for more than a year now 😢 besides yowamushi pedal, i was also obsessed with vampire au's cos i reread the twilight saga (ik shut) and got carried away by the ideas that just didn't seem to stop coming.
also, go check out more on my masterlists cos these partial works are open for any continuation or derivatives, etc. but on one condition: ask permission 🤗 that's allll
#ー midoriima の物語#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#oikawa tooru#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa x reader#aoba johsai#seijoh x reader#aoba johsai x reader#matsukawa issei#hanamaki takahiro#iwaizumi hajime#sy.fics
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hero and villain as roommates prompts
dialogue
➼ “You planted a bomb in my room!” “I thought you would disarm it!”
➼ “Is it sad that you’re my best friend?” “Immensely…but you’re kind of my best friend too.”
➼ “Don’t you dare enter this house without cleaning all that blood off of you.”
➼ “Could you please stop bringing your hostages home?” “I can’t afford an evil lair, I’m 19 for god’s sake!”
➼ “I’ve been smelling some weird burning smell lately.” “Oh don’t worry, that’s just some chemicals I’m experimenting with.” proceeds to burn down the apartment
➼ “You know, I could kill you in your sleep.” “You could. But then you won’t have anyone to boss around to wash the dishes, will you?”
actions
• burning the other’s socks when they refuse to do laundry
• “borrowing” each others weapons because they think it looks cool
• accidentally wearing the wrong mask/cape in a hurry
• one of them locking the other out on purpose while they try to search for dirt on the other
• villain drawing shapes on hero’s face when hero is asleep right before they have an interview
• having wrestling competitions to determine who’s stronger
• villain planting a bomb in hero’s bedroom and defending it as an alarm
• putting on the news with a loud volume when one of the other’s embarrassing fights is broadcasted
• them deciding to cook instead of take out but both of them suck at it so they try to do it together. this results in weekly taste testing of new foods and villain occasionally poisoning hero’s food
• grudgingly having to get along to do chores and groceries
#heroes and villains#otp prompts#imagine your otp#hero x villain#writing prompts#creative writing#villain x hero#roommates#roommate prompts#my writing#supers
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Its a Game pt.6
[ A/n ] - Hey everyone here is part 6 i had to cut it a bit short so i could get to the good bits in part 7 that i am currently writing and i also started another multy part story that i think y'all will like!
[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!, Dylan O'Brien x Reader!
[ Genre ] - angst
[ Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 ]
[ Masterlist ]
Harry drove home from seeing you with a million thoughts swimming in his head. Why did he say he loved you? That was fucking stupid. I mean, it is true. He did love you but obviously it was the wrong time. Had he really taken so long to realize your intentions were greater than you let on? He really should have thought about that more. These sequences of events were a product of not needing to think when he was with you. Not seeing you for months then having an awkward encounter with you and then weeks later he pulls up to see you in a parking garage and says he loves you. I mean what the fuck. Who does that? Harry apparently does that now. Gone are his days of confident mystery. Perhaps he should learn to think when he’s near you. To be independent of you. Despite this, he’s regretting the timing of his impulses and now you know he loves you and you still will go home to another man. How was he supposed to process this and now having to see you at the festival? Rehearsal after rehearsal and then a whole weekend of you. Perfect you.
The thoughts consumed his mind the whole drive back to his LA home. The car pulled into his driveway, and he shut the door as he fished for the key to his house in his bag. The welcoming smells of laundry and cleaning products filled his nose with a scrunch. He needed to sort himself out. He used to come home to his NY apartment and smell you. Your vanilla and cinnamon scented perfume. Like cookies fresh out of the oven. Warm and truly inviting the opposite of the chemicals and detergent stinging his nose currently.
The days before the start of rehearsal seemed to drag on. Meeting after meeting and workout sessions in between for both harry and yourself. In total it had been about a week since you asked him to meet you at the garage. Dylan still didn’t know, and you still couldn’t get Harry’s declaration off your mind.
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“And then he stood there with that fucking smirk of his and was like ‘I Lov youu’ I mean who says that after you just told them why you needed space in the first place.” You punctuated your sentence with a hard smack to a punching bag. You never would have caught yourself in the gym before all this Coachella nonsense. Yes, you were grateful blah blah blah, but this was some serious stuff. Asara joined you on occasion and this was one of those times. Blass your personal trainer he’s heard a ton of drama fall from your lips. Asara grinned and held back a laugh at your impression of the man. The two of you hit the bags in tandem as the conversation continued.
“I think he just misses you. You were on and off for so long you know.” Asara spoke between the sounds of fist hitting bags. You sighed and rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, he missed me while he was fucking another woman high off coke.” You punched the bag and Asara chuckled.
“Y/n he tried to tie you down several times, and I remember you always ran away every time he tried. Now, that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have used his words, but the man did try. And don’t act like you don’t partake.” Asara stood off to the side as she finished her set.
“That’s not what I mean. He just gets carried away and I don’t mind taking care of him after he’s faded but it’s not healthy to do it that much. And as for trying to tie me down… I was completely loyal to him, and he knew that. I want to be shown off and he wants to be secretive and private.” You paused for a second to remove your boxing gloves. “We never saw eye to eye, but I love him too.”
“Right and now that you can both agree on something what are you going to do about Dylan?” Asara made a good point, and you weren’t sure how to break the news.
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“Do you think I’m ready for this?” You looked up at Dylan with fear in your eyes. It was starkly different than any look he has seen on your face before. He always knew what to say but this time he just sort of looked at you. You looked to him for something. Anything would have been fine just anything to let you know that he could level with you in this moment. You were searching, reaching for anything in the deep recesses of his eyes and you couldn’t find anything.
His lips turned into a smile, and he pulled you in close. For Dylan in this moment, he was so proud of you that words weren’t enough. You allowed yourself to be pulled to the hug, but your arms stayed at your side. It was eerily frustrating for you. Being spoon fed the idea that he wanted to give you what you deserved, and you deserved more you needed more. You needed what Harry could give you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him speaking with his production team and you glanced between the two men. When your eyes settled back on Dylan, you knew you needed him to leave. The two of you stood backstage at a mock rehearsal for the night you were to perform on stage at Coachella. Voices and the sounds of metal scraping against each other while the sun beat down on the field. Dylan decided to join you for moral support, but you felt so separated from him. It was like he did understand what you needed in that moment to help you feel better. You stared at the wall and your mind went blank. This had to stop.
Harry stood off to the side with his team. Each of them primping him and measuring fabric for the show. He did a good job at staying impartial when Dylan was around. For the few times they ended up in the same room or when he saw a photo of him on his Instagram feed because you posted him, or he just happened to be in the photo. You didn’t fully warm up to him just yet and Harry knew you didn’t forgive him yet. In his mind he decided he needed to be on his best behavior to win you back and gain your trust. Harry couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t snooping, he definitely was. And he could tell Dylan was doing a shit job at comforting you. The guy looked nervous enough for both of you.
“Um I gotta go Dylan.” You spoke softly and pulled away from him after he placed a kiss to the top of your head. You looked disappointed if harry could even say that. Dylan seemed to take the hint and disappeared off to sit with your friends. The dress rehearsal was dragging on for everyone so harry could imaging you felt stuck right now. Nervous and unsure who to talk to. Having a solution come to mind he made his way over to you. At first you didn’t notice. You were marking beats and paces in your head like he does, and it made him smile to think about you valuing his creative process.
Harry decided you needed space and he leaned onto his team as they finished the preparations. He would be back in two nights to perform, and you would be joining him on stage. His nerves caught up to him and he was glad you were off with your people so he couldn’t make a fool of himself again. You looked good though even in your comfortable clothes to practice. Your hips hit every marked beat and he almost got lost watching you.
The next day of rehearsal went by fast, and you were up late again practicing for the show. Beat after beat and step after step, you went over it in your head until it was time to gather backstage. You arrived at the venue the next day in a pink dress. A car service picked you up and your team met up with you. Flashes of light and screams cold been seen a mile away from the stage. Harry was prepped and ready to descend upon the crowd. You stood off to the side and took deep breaths. Harry saw you from the corner of his eye and looked over. You looked so scared. So different from how he was used to seeing you. You looked so vulnerable.
“You’re going to be great darling.” His voice carried a low register that caught your attention through your in-ears. He had walked over to comfort you. The glitter on his outfit fell to the ground like snowflakes and you stared at the glistening specks. For some reason, the closer he got to you the slower your heart began to beat.
“Give me your hands.” His voice was firm but soft as to not call attention to you. You listen despite all that has happened and how much you wanted to walk away and be alone. Your hands fit into his so perfectly. Harry held onto you gently and rubbed his thumbs onto your palms. Your breathing was shallow, but you stayed in that spot not daring move your sight from the floor.
“Look at me darling.” That pet name would haunt you if this ended up anymore tragically. Harry caught your eye, and you stared right back at him. His eyes didn’t give anything away that he didn’t want them to, and you just stood there looking into his eyes for a few minutes. You wanted to cry. Dylan could have never comforted you like this. All these months and weeks replayed over and over in your mind as you held hands with Harry.
“Just look for me if you feel nervous out there, okay? Focus on me.” Harry let go of your hands and walked up the stairs. You closed your eyes, and you could hear the excitement in the crowd build. The screams got louder and louder as the music began to play and he walked out. Secretly your heart was doing flips. Warmth flushed your face, and you gave Harry a small smile. He brushed his thumb against your face and turned to walk on stage. You stood back and looked at the crowd as he started to perform. The opening notes of adore you began to play, and the audience went crazy.
Three songs and then you heard your cue. Walking closer and closer to the stage you heard your song begin to play through the speakers and the beat matched up with your heart.
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Harryfan54 stop they are for sure meant to be together.
Y/nnnfan22 y’all acting like she isn’t in a relationship rn
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Y/nnnfann0 bae looking so fucking good
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Harryfan96 Harry gets to have that any time he wants and I’m jealous
You put your phone down after looking back at the post. A notification flashed at the top that Dylan had posted and for some reason you wanted to keep him out of your mind. Now Harry isn’t stupid, and he especially isn’t stupid when he’s sober. He saw how fast you ignored the notification. He didn’t quite see who it was from when you put your phone down so fast, but he guessed it was from Dylan. He would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him but the idea that you still gave an ounce of energy to that man made him feel detached from reality. The room was cold like he asked for it to be, but his neck felt hot. The veins in his arms bulged for a second and then before he could succumb to the jealousy you started speaking.
“Thank you.” You sounded so meek and shy. Fixing yourself like a teenager on a first date. Is this what he’s done to you? His darling used to be a spitfire. Real sassy and sickeningly sweet with her attitude. “Thank you.” If this were almost a year ago, he would have you pinned to a wall already. Fuck your “thank you” He needed that feeling back in full force. This simmering tension was frustrating. Was he just supposed to stay away from you? He knew you wanted him back. You didn’t have to say it, that’s what this whole game was about. Harry has studied you and the way you act the only thing that made this different the other times you’ve played cat and mouse with him is that you found a new toy to fuck around with. “You look fucking amazing.” Harry sighed and shifted on the sofa the pair of you were sitting on. He wasn’t lying the skirt you were wearing was low cut and your waist was twisted and curved like when he used to hit it from behind. He should probably stop but who wouldn’t think about you like that?
You noticed that Harry was staring. Staring in your eyes studying you. Staring at your clothes or lacking thereof. Staring at your lips imagining God knows what and you stared right back. It was almost like how you see in the movies. You moved in slow motion as you scooted closer to him on the seat. Your legs crossed and your hands were cradling your phone. Harry sat opposite of you with his legs spread comfortably. His arms were lying over the back of the sofa. The two of you were sure there were more glamorous couches to be lounging on, but the accommodation wasn’t of concern when your lips met for the first time in months. Something about the kiss was electric. Your phone fell to the floor as harry pulled you closer. The position was awkward with your arm trapped between his body and yours. Your legs remained crossed until Harry’s hand gripped the skin of your exposed thigh. His firm palms and fingertips massaged the muscles you had been using to dance all night. Neither of you broke for air until your phone began to ring from the floor.
Harry leaned forward and picked up the device first. His mood dampened as he saw the name flash across the screen. In a split second it crossed Harry’s mind to decline the call on your behalf. All it would take is one swipe of a finger, one press of a button. He would have his lips back on yours in a second. You sat across from him looking expectantly with wide innocent eyes. Such a loud juxtaposition from the smudged lipstick smeared across your plush mouth. And all the nasty things he knew you could do and say with it. You were so beautiful and the second you answered the call you wouldn’t be his anymore.
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I loved your ‘NCT Dream as your roommate’ so much! The scenarios really suit them. For some reason I really wanna see a continuation/part 2 of it of what it would be like if they were your roommate and caught feelings for you or some type of them confessing thing that they caught feelings for you by being your roommate XD
first of all thank you!! I really do appreciate it :)))))
Nct Dream as your roommates P2 (finding out they have feelings for you edition)
Mark
it all happened one day when you guys were doing laundry together
you pulled a sweatshirt of his out your laundry bag and when he asked why you had it, you responded with "I don't know, I think you left it in my room plus it smells good"
he in that moment actually giggled like a little school girl
but as soon as he registered he did it, he literally ran from the laundry room saying he had a last minute assignment he forgot for class. like clothes still on the ground
for the first time he closed his door and locked himself and literally paced back and forth now because he was realizing that HE LIKES YOU>??
but now it was weird because beforehand he wasn't weird with you, but NOW how is he supposed to face you?? he can't just be in the same room as you????
he now for the last couple days has been avoiding you, but also you are acutely aware of it because usually he is in your bubble 24/7
so when you knock on his door saturday night and hear him actually scream in his room you kinda scream too
and then you both are screaming and he opens the door and then you're screaming at each other it's a whole ordeal
when you both like come too you are now hysterically laughing at each other
he kinda stop and stares at you and just plainly says "I really like you" and just smiled
and you stared back and simply leaned in and he pulled you towards him pulling you into his room
and you both finished all the laundry the next day including his sheets
Renjun
he already knew he felt some sort of feelings towards you and it was troubling but he hid it pretty well
if he could keep up the room mate besties facade for the entirety of the lease you both held he would be fine
but now it was getting so fucking scary, like like like like you spend so much time in his room, and like around him, he severely underestimated this situation
he would still hoard your hair products so you would have to come into his room and he cherishes the time, even if half of it is you bitching at him for taking your things, it's an endearing bitching
he is a bit repulsed by the way he is almost obsessed with you, but he still manages to wake up every morning at 6 am (the time you wake up everyday) and will make you both coffee and come sit in your bed while you're at your vanity and will listen to your sleepy voice talk about the things you have planned for the day and keep track of when you say you are coming home
the straw that breaks the camel's back is when you come in one morning bitching at him and he turns around to you bitching at him
but bitching at him, only in a towel like 7 inches from your face it's like you know the inner struggle he was going through because of you
so he did what any logical man would, he kissed you, and i mean it effectively stopped your bitching, but now you were also kissing him back and like what the fuck does he do after this
Jeno
when you started wearing his sweatshirts as a house hoodie he kinda only slightly went insane.
he went even more insane when jaemin texted him asking if the he had finally made a move on you since you were wearing his sweatshirt to your 9am chemical engineering lecture.
what did he mean make a move/??
.... was he that obvious.....
what the hell why didn't anyone say anything, WHAT THE FUCK
when you were away during the day he went into your room and found literally 6 of his sweatshirts neatly folded on the edge of your desk that you didn't use
He swiftly excited and had the ignore the butterflies that were fucking rampant in his stomach
when you came home that night and brought home food for the both of you two he felt so babygirl, like tucking his hair behind his ear n shit
the desks you two have, facing each other was proving to be so fucking detrimental to his mental health, he can't peering over his screen to watch you work, and you are too oblivious to the world to notice it so he can deadass do it for 10-15 minutes
Accidentally, he might've actually been making it too obvious, because one day when he walked into the kitchen shirtless and you looked at him over your coffee cup face red and went "you know you aren't super subtle, and I do think you're hot if you're wondering"
he almost passed out, like had to grab to counter type shit
and when you passed him and went "you know we can talk about this, I'll be in your room" and his knees actually buckled trying to run there
Haechan
since he moved in he doesn't really leave you alone, and nothing really changed. like he still follows you everywhere
he thinks he started noticing it around the time that you had become immune to his constant clinginess
when you were sitting at your desk and he draped himself across your back and wrapped his arms around you, you didn't flinch, it was like a part of him died a little bit, but then it also made him want to push you a little bit more
so he started getting in bed with you and the morning when you were still there, and not stealing all of the covers, and wrapping himself around you before your alarm went off again signal you actually had to be up
surprisingly you went along with it, sometimes even tangling a ankle with his or flopping over onto him to turn the alarm off
you've both spend an alarming amount of time together that your entire friend group had a running bet of how long it will take for you two to get together
one evening when you had made dinner for you both and handed him his plate, he leaned over and kissed you on the cheek saying "thank you baby"
and that's when he got you, your face flushing and the tips of your ears bright red, turning away to the sink
you turned around arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed "NOW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT" spaghetti plate now long forgotten on the counter behind you
"BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YOU WON'T NOTICE
"and you couldn't have just told me?? I like you too dumbass, no need to fucking pounce on me in the kitchen
"what.. what do you mean you like me too"
Jaemin
He really enjoyed the silence that came with your relationship, you both knew each other's schedules like the back of your hand
he sometimes will wait outside your door when he's bored to see if you are too
he prides himself on the fact that he knows a ungodly amount about you, ; your coffee order, your favorite convenience store snacks and the tampons you like from target
until he realized that's a little weird.... especially since you are just his roommate until he realized that it may be because he sees you as more than just his roommate
the coffee cups that you would put his name and the heart over the I (that you usually do, but he likes to think that he is special)
but now when you guys do silent work in the apartment he starts to slowly move closer to you
tuesday it was him in his room and you in the living room
wednesday he was in the kitchen and you the living room
thursday he was in the living room on the floor and you on the couch
friday he was on the couch on the opposite end and you the other
and on saturday his head was in your lap on the couch while you were reading and he was reading
and he realized then, that he was terribly infatuated with you
but since you seemed to not care about the infatuation, he leaned into it.
spending more time with you when you were home, and also kinda borderline stalking you while you were on campus
after three weeks of borderline stalking you, he asked you out on a date while you both were working, and you took your eyes off your computer screen squinted, and then replied yes with a nod and went back to working
Chenle
when he had told you that he liked your room better because of the decorations, you started coming in and putting up decorations onto his walls and putting little trinkets on his shelves
and one day as you were putting up posters he caught himself smiling like a idiot watching you struggle with the hammer
Him watching you organize the little things on the desk and wiping down the surfaces
one of his love language is gift giving so he started picking up little things and gifts he would find when he was out to bring to you and leave in front of your room like a weirdly rich crow
you literally stopped telling him things you like because he wouldn't stop just buying them for you
you settled for him just buying your coffee in the mornings from the shop below the apartment
he makes up the volume for the both of you so now he likes to brag about your achievements to others as if they are his own because he doesn't think you do enough bragging
He now makes it a mission to involve himself in your business, he makes sure you tell him about your day once you get home and will help you with the laundry now just so he can spend time with you
he loves grandiose measures so he decided that the way he was gonna tell you he liked you was going to be the same
he had cooked your favorite food and had bought wine for you both and even brought out the good plates for it
when you got home you dropped all of your things in the entryway and lowkey cried a little
and he panicked because like TEARS?
but he did end the dinner with a girlfriend so he wasn't complaining
Jisung
He had just recently been getting use to your presence and actually liked it
he didn't care that sometimes you left empty coffee cups at the shared desk you have
he didn't mind that sometimes you walked into the bathroom while he was showering to get ready
and he really didn't mind that you would come into his room to keep him company when he was working on homework
he didn't really ever have a ton of friends who were girls so it was new to one going to living with one and he is glad it happened to be you
he now waits for you to come home and will act like he was just watching tv coincidentally at the same time you come home... everyday..
you and him get coffee every wednesday between your classes and catch up on whatever you haven't talked about in the apartment
and then he will pick you up from your afternoon class and walk home together from class
he knows he really likes you, he is so so so so aware of it, like so painfully aware
he knows it when he will specifically buy the la croix you like (yeah fucking la croix) when he is at the store and he doesn't even drink it
so he tells you the way any logical man would
he sends you a text while you are in your math lecture, did you drop your phone when you read it? yes.
you have your read receipts and when you read the text and didn't respond he almost passed out
and then when you showed up to the cafe on wednesday after you math lecture he almost shit his pants when you sat down and asked if you two were dating now
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