#Please be gentle with Strawberry I'm learning-

[hunterwritesstuff]

Legendary heroes,,,(Reblogs appreciated, fanart is appreciated and heavily encouraged!)

[boba-beom]

hi smiles :33

thinking so much about boyfie beomgyu... i hardly write or get requests for beom and i can't stop thinking about him T^T

hii liaaaa <3

let me justt say that boyfie beomgyu would be a dream <3 he's the type of boyfriend to be so gentle with you, but also so goofy at random times. why? because he loves making you laugh. he loves the sound of your laugh, the way you throw your head back with your eyes shut tight, the way you playfully nudge him because he did the most outright weirdest shit but that also makes you so happy because he's so comfortable with you.

he's the type of boyfie to grab your favourite snacks before he comes to see you, or even bring you food that you've been craving that month — be it home cooked or take out, you'd still appreciate it either way. I see him making you hot chocolate drinks every other time you hang out. his little artist in him jumps out when it comes to garnishing your hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles, sometimes he likes to change it up and gives it to you with a chocolate flake and fresh strawberries on the side.

he's the type of boyfie to grab onto a piece of your clothing wherever you may be. he does it more when you're both out and about; his fingers tugging on the sleeve of your baggy hoodie, the zipper of your coat, your bag strap. and if not your clothes, then he loves when you let him latch his pinky finger with yours. he just wants to be in contact with you in any way possible.

he's the type of boyfie to either buy you a hoodie similar to his so you match outfits sometimes, or he lets you use his hoodies (not without spraying his cologne/perfume on it). he loves seeing you in his clothes though. you'd be like a mini him and I feel like he would fold so hard. like can you hear his cute giggles?!?! or the proud laugh he does :>

he's the type of boyfie to sulk a little when you give his friends more attention when you're in a group hang out, bring back where he would tug on your clothing material to remind you that he's your boyfie. sometimes all you need to do is give him a brief comfort hug and / or a kiss on his cheek. if you run your fingers through his hair he'll love that even more.

he's the type of boyfriend to take you out on a cute date, whether it be at an arcade, bowling, or something that's more of an activity type. the other times he'd take you to restaurants when it's a special occasion,, however, he may also treat you out even with a simple achievement bc he's so proud of you regardless!

he's the type of boyfie to shower you with affection all day, every day. he never takes his moments with you for granted. he will shower you with compliments. always. he may tease you but he never insults you in ways it makes him feel awful about himself. the only times he may call you degrading terms is in bed. but he never does it without a praise in the mix.

he's the type of boyfie to make you feel so good behind closed doors. he can be a little shit and tease you in the least convenient places, but once you have your privacy he will not hold back. a repetitive thing is he aims to please you first before himself. no matter how desperate he is he worships your body like there's no end.

he's the type of boyfie to make love to you more than a quick fuck. as long as he's making you feel good, he feels good too. amazing even. will litter you with kisses everywhere, hold you with such love and care, but will fuck you until he knows your legs will ache the next day.

he's the type of boyfie to care for you regardless. he loves your company and I'm a strong believer that he's a quality time type of guy. he'd talk to you about everything and anything. what intrigues him the most is whether or not you think about things the same way or not. he's the type to learn more about his significant other and fall in love with them all over again every single day.

I didn't mean to go on a ramble but I love beomgyu sm<3

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[beoneofus]

“ c’mon, baby, you can do it.. ” paul cooed, raising a single hand to your sweet, dripping lips with a smirk; using his thumb to slowly swipe away the strawberry juice that coated your lower lip. “ just try n’ guess, gorgeous. ain't that hard. ”

but it was indeed hard.

you see, it wasn't too long ago the boys revealed they each had powers. not just david. It sure was news to you, cause as far as you could remember, it was only david who ever showed a smidge of the tricks he had up his sleeve. the other three sure were sneaky, deceiving and overall secretive, but you didn't think they'd keep something like having powers, hidden.

when dwayne confessed to it, you grew curious. this is what led to the situation you were in now.

In a chair, hands bound behind your back and eyes covered by a blind fold. paul had the great idea to show you just how fun these said powers, could be, which is why as soon as you were left helpless, he deceived you of all your senses. well - almost all of them. your touch and hearing was still very much in tact, that's why the itchiness of the rope was making you frustrated and so were they.

but, also the fact that you couldn't identify the fruits they fed you. you knew the texture of the one you recently took a bite of was familiar, but putting your finger on it was rather difficult. this is why you shouldn't fake advantage of your eye sight, is what you noted to yourself.

“ dwayne, ” you whimpered, lips trembling while you arched your back off the chair; desperately trying to rid the irritating scratch of the thread from your wrists. “ please make him stop, I don't wanna get punished. ”

that was the deal. you get three freebies, but if you fail to recognize the forth fruit, you were to get punished. and so forth.

“ no can do, honey. ” his voice was right next to your ear, quite low. It made you jump, because you didn't even feel the brunettes presence next to you. this caused him to chuckle, all while he tucked a lose piece of hair behind your ear; the brush of his fingers electric, and addicting. you almost leaned into his touch, but stopped yourself since you realized he denied your wishes.

“ fine, ” you gritted your teeth, pinching your brows together angrily; the ‘fold shifting ever so slightly against your face. “ have it that way. I'm not kissing either of you ever. again. ”

there was a small silence that fell over you three after you said that. it was... stiff, to say the least - and the atmosphere fell into one of glacial tones. it was uncomfortable, nearly scary.

you then heard a low chuckle come from your right, and you could only guess it was the blonde you tended to favorite. “ oh, sweetheart... ” he mocked, voice sickly sweet; a single knuckle caressing from your upper cheekbone, down to the corner of you'd mouth. “ you really should learn to keep your mouth shut, sugarplum. ”

“ it could help you in the long run.. ” dwayne mumbled from behind you, his chin now resting easily on your shoulder. lips hovering just over the skin, on the side of your neck; damn near on a certain vein.

“ nooow, though - ” you felt a presence linger above you, before.. SLAM!

“ we, ” paul had harshly placed his hands on either of the chairs arms, caging you in, taller frame dominantly closed in to hover over your own. you seemed to be... stiff; swallowing. he took note of that with a smirk. “ - aren't goin’ so gentle on you, baby. so buckle up, sugar. ” he smacked a kiss to your cheek, before bursting into laughter.

“ the funs just beginning! ”

[theladyofdeath]

Hi, maybe I have a prompt for you.

Rhys helps Nyx to get to bed and when Feyre checks on both of them and asks if he is already asleep Nyx lifts his head and says "Yes, sound asleep".

(Story freely invented 🙃)

A/N: To tell you that I love this prompt is an understatement. Please enjoy the fluff!

"Don't wanna go to bed." Nyx sat on the couch with his little arms crossed and his brows drawn low. His frown was fully set, but it didn't stop Rhysand from walking to his son and tossing him over his shoulder, effortlessly.

Feyre chuckled. "It's late, buddy. Me and daddy are going to bed, too."

Rhysand shot her a suggestive look, complete with a brow wiggle and a wink.

"Not tired," Nyx said with a sigh, lying over Rhysand's shoulder like a dead weight. "Hungry."

"You're not hungry," Feyre reassured him. Even though he was a growing toddler, he'd eaten seconds and thirds at dinner, and had an after-bath snack of strawberries, cheese, crackers, and sausage.

"I'm starving!" Nyx protested, but Rhysand was already walking him up the stairs.

"I'll come in a minute after you brush your teeth to tell you goodnight," Feyre promised, as she picked up Nyx's plate up off the coffee table and carried it into the kitchen to wash. Once it was sparkling clean, Feyre made her way upstairs and peeked into Nyx's room.

Rhysand was buttoning up the top of Nyx's pajamas. Nyx still had a frown on his face, but he resigned, accepting his fate. After a hug and a kiss and countless I love you's, Feyre was walking back out of the bedroom, cracking the door closed.

It was just after eight, which meant that she could at least get one more full load of laundry done before she was too tired to do anymore. After grabbing a sorted basket from the master bedroom, Feyre was walking back downstairs to the laundry room, where she moved what was in the washer to the dryer, what was in the dryer to a laundry basket, and what was dirty into the washing machine. She was the only one that did the laundry, after Rhys had turned an entire load of whites to pink with a sneaky red sock. He's claimed that he's learned since then, but one of Feyre's favorite t-shrits had been in that load and she had never forgotten.

After the newly cleaned clothes were folded, Feyre was walking back upstairs to put them away. When she passed by Nyx's room, she could hear Rhysand's voice, low and gentle, reading Goodnight Moon. She waited outside the door for just a minute, listening to his voice, letting it calm her.

From the second that Feyre found out she was pregnant, Rhysand had been an amazing father. He was made for fatherhood.

Feyre carried the laundry basket to the master bedroom and put everything away before stripping off her leggings and sweater, and putting on a nightgown. After cleaning her face and brushing her hair, she was making her way back down the hall.

As she stood outside of Nyx's room, it was silent. She gave it a minute, just to be sure, before pushing open the door. "Is he asleep?" she whispered into the dark.

But then Nyx's head popped up, and with a grin, he said, "Yes, sound asleep."

Unable to help herself, Feyre huffed a laugh and stepped inside. As she approached the little twin bed, she witnessed quite the display. Both boys were under the heap of blankets, but it was Rhysand whose head was against the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open.

"Daddy was sleepy, mama," Nyx whispered. "Shhh. Don't wake him up."

"I see that," Feyre whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed, "but he was supposed to be putting you to sleep, goofball."

Nyx shrugged. "He finished the story and I started patting his back. Then he started snoring."

"Mhmm." Feyre chuckled and leaned over Nyx to brush Rhysand's hair back. "I guess daddy's sharing your bed tonight. Come on. Lay down."

Without a fight, Nyx started getting comfortable, only to stop to kiss Rhysand's forehead. "Night night, daddy."

She swore Rhys smiled in his sleep.

Once Nyx was comfortable, Feyre laid down beside him, barely able to fit on the little bed with all three of them. She patted Nyx's back and sang him a quiet lullaby until he, too, fell asleep.

Not wanting to go to bed alone, Feyre stayed, admiring her two boys, the spitting image of one another, until she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

My Fave Fics Rn | What Red is Reading❤️

No one asked for this but I want to share the fics I've been OBSESSED with lately because they deserve so much love!! A combo of AUs, smut (I'll mark off which ones are smut!), lovely comics and everything in between. If you're looking for a new read I HIGHLY reco each of these stories! Including vague spoilers/descriptions for each so be warned!!

Here's what I've regularly been reading and re-reading:

Time's Arrow by @m0stlygoodvibes - Time Travel AU. Hawks goes on a mission back in time and attempts to set himself + the Todoroki family a better future. This fic is so sweet and healing - watching Hawks grow up without the trauma of the Commission is wonderful, and his x Touya's friendship/hinted relationship is explored fantastically. I'm constantly checking to see if there have been any updates because it's THAT good!!! I discovered the story after seeing beachbeibi's adorable art!

Lost & Found Comic by @beachbeibi - Quirkless Todosib AU. Oh my goodness this comic is AMAZING! The art is so lovely and sweet! The character designs are spot on (Shoto's little strawberry sweater in later chapters makes my heart squeeze!)! The relationship building between characters is authentic and fun to read/view! I love the way Touya is drawn and how we learn more about his growth journey with every passing comic. And Keigo. Oh my goodness Keigo!! The way the artist draws him is just SO cute and I am interested to see where they take his storyline next.

A Cozy Cloud by @gaecactae- Another wonderful comic! An AU where Oboro Shirakumo/Loud Cloud lives to adulthood, has a wonderful partner, is still BFFs with Shota + Hizashi, and adopts Tenko before AFO can get to him. The art is so gentle and thoughtful, and the color palate is just wonderful. Seeing baby Tenko and Hitoshi so well loved makes me so happy - this story is another great tale filled with healing and fabulous visuals. I'm so excited to see more!

Inevitable Things (We Try To Avoid) by @mintmatcha - Shota Aizawa x Reader. 🔞 SMUT alert! 🔞The story is so good and the characters are SO complex! I have re-read all of the published chapters several times at this point because the author winds so many fun, complex details together and it's fun to go back and see how they plant the seeds for major plot points in the earlier chapters. This is def a bit angsty but SO good. Aizawa is HOT and his character is so brilliantly fleshed out. Plus the tension between the reader and Aizawa is palpable. I'm excited to read more!

Mission Accomplished by glynfrans - Hitoshi Shinsou x Katsuki Bakugo. 🔞SMUT alert!🔞 Holy Woah are these sex scenes HOT!!! Like I've always been a Hitoshi fic girlie and I personally have never shipped him with Bakugo but WOWOWOW whenever these two are together in a scene sparks are literally flying! Hitoshi is shady af in the beginning of this fic, but he seeks redemption and I like how the author really builds out the character around these feeligns. Also a heavy amount of Monoma x Shinsou which I love. I won't say anymore because I don't wanna spoil anything but worth reading!!

I'll Have The Fish by ShipSeekingShippers - Hitoshi x Denki. This is the only completed fic on the list and I have come back to it so many times because it's cute as all heck! No quriks/college/fry cook AU (!?). This was the first Hitoshi x Denki fic I ever read and it CHANGED ME. Each chapter is more hilarious than the last, and watching the main characters bond and grow is so sweet and wholesome.

That's all for now - please send me your own recs or link great fics in the comments!! I'm always looking for new reads to devour!

XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

[pixeechix21]

Pt2 Königxreader

Summary: after you both finish, he takes you to a waffle house to sober you up. And at the end you learn just how dangerous he can be under that gentle demeanor.

Fluff like dancing and prancing on a cloud fluff.

Tw: mentions of sex, really nothing hut at the end it's a bit graphic could be worse tho

Waffles 2:

TOP NEWS TONIGHT (Mon)

Renowned lawyer was found in an alley bloodied and naked with the words carved on his back, "leave no evidence" he was found barely able to breathe due to a broken nose and ribs. No one knows who could have done this, if you have any information please call.

You nearly choke on your coffee as the tiny TV at work announces this. . König.

Sat:

Passing by the lights flash blurred, like in a fever dream. You can feel the light shaking of your legs as a result of before. It intrigues you at how he's just humming along, after the total mess he made of your guts. A small smile rests on your face as his thumb absentmindedly makes circles on your thighs, imprinting his hand.

Entering the dinner there's a little tinkle of a bell above you, then a thump and ring as you look behind you and König rubs his head. In the corner you slide into a bright red booth, across from you, you laugh as he tries to squeeze in. "Hi uuh, wait sorry," more squeaking of the leather booth.

"Take your time sweetheart, we're open for 24hrs," she says warmly," she says pulling out her writing pad. Once he settled down you state your order half drunk feeling the hangover setting in.

"Can I have a stack of waffles and Strawberries,"

"And for me chocolate and blueberry pancakes," he looks at the menu

"So for you two darlings, one waffle, and one chocolate blueberry pancake," as she goes away he corrects timidly, "no could it be two pancake stacks one chocolate the other Blueberries," she looks at him and nods.

As he looks at your face he explains "what it's very tiring trying to please you Schatz." You warm at him naming you, treasure. For the next hour you chat happily about whatever that comes up. The food comes and goes and the sun rises over the skyline. "Why do you want to forget so bad?" He looks sadly at you. "Did he hurt you?" You sit quietly contemplating opening up to this stranger. Looking out of the window you weigh the dangers. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me," he reassures sweetly. You give him a small smile, "no no it's okay I was just searching for words." A spotted cat jumps up out of nowhere to his lap and he leans back trying to distance himself, arms up as if in surrender to Meatball. "Haha Meatball likes you, she doesn't bite. Well…" you kid watching him widen his eyes sucking in his breath, "I'm joking she's sweet." He hesitantly starts to pet Meatball, getting a soft purring from her. "He didn't hurt me physically, 'never leave visible evidence he'd say. It was always more personal you know, like emotionally he'd hurt me," you blurt out. It was the first time you admitted that. "Lawyer?"

"Yeah how'd you know?"

"Wide guess," he shrugs his shoulders. Looking down admiringly at the cat massaging his chest with its claws. "You know you deserve better, no jerk should treat a lady like that," he says definitely, you loosen your grip on your legs and relax. Feeling the sleep coming to get you. "Come it's late I'll take you home."

Sometimes in the car you fall asleep and only briefly remember strong arms wrapping around you and hoisting up. "Goodnight I'll teach him about leaving evidence," he whispers before a small kiss is placed on your cheek.

[nightmare-dreamt]

hello! I would like to request a matchup with a character from demon slayer. please and thank you! 🫶

Orientation: asexual + greyromantic (male preference).

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: I'm 5'1. My hair is a darkish-brown with light brown streaks, and I have a long, whispy layered pixie cut. I have an inverted-triangle head shape, and I have a triangle + mesomorphic body type. I have dimples. I have beauty marks mostly on my shoulders and arms, and I specifically have one on one of my ear lobes (low-key my favorite feature, huehuegjb 🤭). I have olive-toned skin. I have almond shaped eyes, and my eye color is brown.

- Some people say I'm intimidating, but then others are like, "she's just a little guy! :D".

- I wear glasses.

- My overall style is grunge, comfy, and artsy.

General personality traits + extra: Nice, independent, caring, calm, clever, intelligent, empathetic, friendly, gentle, humble, genuine, forgiving, hard-working, humorous, kind-hearted, reliable, logical, mature, observant, patient, selfless, sweet, responsible, wise, emotionally strong, accepting, supportive, quiet, awkward, reserved, straightforward, shy, tired, blunt, brutally-honest, gullible, procrastinator, lonely.

- I'm a good listener! I always try to reassure people that I'm there for them and they can talk to me about anything. I never judge.

- I genuinely care about others.

- I'm slow to warm up to others, but once I do, I'm much more outgoing.

- People say I have a comforting aura.

Likes: Going for walks, hanging out with friends, deep conversations, blankets, the night sky, sunrises and sunsets, astronomy, psychology, literature, ancient history, nature, browsing, window shopping, sweets, pasta dishes, traveling, art, exploring, cats and dogs, music, fruit (specifically watermelon, raspberries, and strawberries 😩), coffee and tea, laughing, joking around, stormy weather, learning more about the things that interest me, to clean (willingly).

Dislikes: Waffles. , alcohol (for personal reasons), centipedes, anything that makes someone not redeemable (or whatever I think deems someone as a terrible person), humiliation, hot weather, people not listening to what I'm saying, silent treatment, being watched.

Hobbies: Painting, ceramics, playing video games, reading, listening to music (I'm pretty diverse with my taste in music but I mostly listen to k-pop, j-pop, pop, rock, punk-rock, pop-rock, calm, '80s, early 2000's) and occasionally podcasts (comedy, stories).

Etc:

- I'm a barista at a coffee shop 💪.

- I'm told that I laugh like a witch PLS.

- My big three are libra (sun), pisces (moon), and capricorn (rising).

- My MBTI type is INFJ, and my enneagram type is 5w4.

I hope that wasn't too much for you 😭

-🌻

Matchup for Anon 🌻!

Sanemi Shinaguzawa:

When you first saw him, it was clear that he had a scary personality and unknown to you he felt the same way for you. But, when the two of you actually got to know each other, you both seemd to be wrong. Deep down, he was a total softie and so were you. He tends to be soft only to those he cares for, so don't mention him being soft in public or he'll be upset.

He would want a partner who is independent and intellegent because he doesn't want someone who totally relies on him and someone who can't take care of themselves. Yes, he would want to protect you but he would love to see his partner defend themselves and tell someone off for doing something to them.

When he's upset and angry, he needs someone to be there to comfort him and thankfully he has you. He'll come to you when he's not feeling great and will just let everything out, needing someone to listen to him as he explains his problems.

I don't know why, but I could see you begging and begging him to go on cute little dates and when he finally agrees the two of you go on a cermanic date. He's rough with his hands so it can be challenging, but when the two of you are together and you're sculpting one of those pot things on the spinner wheel, his tough demanor is gone and Into a soft one.

[mysteriawrites]

hello!! I would like to request a matchup with a genshin character. please and thank you! 🫶

Orientation: asexual + greyromantic (male preference).

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: I'm 5'1. My hair is a darkish-brown with light brown streaks, and I have a long, whispy layered pixie cut. I have an inverted-triangle head shape, and I have a triangle + mesomorphic body type. I have dimples. I have beauty marks mostly on my shoulders and arms. I have olive-toned skin. I have almond shaped eyes, and my eye color is brown.

- Some people say I'm intimidating, but then others are basically like, "she's just a little guy! :D".

- I wear glasses because I'm just THAT smart, obvi ✋️.

- My overall style is grunge, comfy, and artsy.

General personality traits + extra: Nice, independent, caring, calm, clever, intelligent, empathetic, friendly, gentle, humble, genuine, forgiving, hard-working, humorous, kind-hearted, reliable, logical, mature, observant, patient, selfless, sweet, responsible, wise, emotionally strong, accepting, supportive, quiet, awkward, reserved, straightforward, shy, tired, blunt, brutally-honest, gullible, procrastinator, lonely.

- I'm a good listener! I always try to reassure people that I'm there for them and they can talk to me about anything. I never judge.

- I genuinely care about others.

- I'm slow to warm up to others, but once I do, I'm much more outgoing.

- People say I have a comforting aura.

Likes: Going for walks, hanging out with friends, deep conversations, blankets, the night sky, sunrises and sunsets, astronomy, psychology, literature, ancient history, nature, meteorology, browsing, window shopping, sweets, pasta dishes, traveling, art, exploring, cats and dogs, music, fruit (specifically watermelon, raspberries, and strawberries 😩), coffee and tea, laughing, joking around, stormy weather, learning more about the things that interest me, to clean (willingly).

Dislikes: Waffles. , alcohol (for personal reasons), centipedes, anything that makes someone not redeemable (or whatever I think deems someone as a terrible person), humiliation, hot weather, people not listening to what I'm saying, silent treatment, being watched, chemistry 🤬.

Hobbies: Painting, ceramics, playing video games, reading, listening to music (I'm pretty diverse with my taste in music but I mostly listen to k-pop, j-pop, pop, rock, punk-rock, pop-rock, calm, '80s, early 2000's, 2010's) and occasionally podcasts (comedy, stories).

Etc:

- My main love language is quality time.

- My big three are libra (sun), pisces (moon), and capricorn (rising).

- My MBTI type is INFJ, and my enneagram type is 5w4.

Thank you for the request! Sorry this is extremely late. Just gonna get straight to the point DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

THOMA!!!

You and Thoma are very romantic kind of couple. You have similar likes and personalities you’re like peas in a pod.

You and Thoma met when you were hired by the Kamisato family. You were hired as Ayaka’s latests attendent. Your were practically her big sister.

Because you and Thoma see each other everyday, he wanted to get to know you better. He noticed you were a bit shy so he decided to invite you out to do some things he thought you would like.

He invited you to small outings at first like walking around the garden and helping him with cooking. As you two got closer and he found out about more things you liked he invited you to more things such as: a day on the town.

He took you out on a shopping spree where he would pay for everything (Thoma is a stubborn lad don’t fight him on this). He thought it was so adorable how your eyes lit up at the books you picked out at the book shop and the budding flowers from the flower shop. You saw a lot of Inazuma that day.

After a shopping for a few hours he took you to a cute restaurant and that had all of your favorite foods you almost didn’t know what to pick! You also got to learn all about him during your day out.

At the end of the day he took you to the top of a hill in a beautiful meadow. It was the perfect place for the two of you to see the stars. He asked you all about astronomy so he could hear you cutely ramble about your passion.

Before you headed out Thoma took you hands and confessed his feelings to you and asked you to be his girlfriend while holding a beautiful bouquet and blushing a bright pink.

(And that kids is how i met your father/j) Since then you and Thoma have been like those cute couples you see in romantic montages. You clean and cook together having fun together. Ayato and Ayaka ship you guys so hard. You’re dog parents to Taroumaru and he loves you guys so much.

He is the sweetest boyfriend. He pays attention to everything about you, gives you gifts and compliments, he does like to tease you sometimes but he won’t go too far. He treats you like an absolute princess.

10/10 very cute couple.

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

While she would've been more than understanding, the woman was happy to hear the duo accept her offering. "Perfect! I have some baggies of strawberries, blueberries, and pomegranate arils; some chocolates; I have some homemade hummus and aish baladi; and I got some baggies of pistachios and almonds. Please, pick and have has much as you want." Her lips curled into a smile at Kaya's words. While she knew French, she understood wanting to help immerse your child in speaking English in a primary English-speaking country. With Alex, she insured that her daughter already knew Turkish, Arabic, Hebrew, Ladino, Greek for her uncle, and English, primarily the former two and the latter. Fortunately, her eldest had a knack for languages like her and her family. Now having spent the past few years learning Japanese and Spanish as well.

Yet it was easy to forget about the treats as soon as she realized who she was speaking to. While all her research didn't mention Iris once, she learned about the girl from Eli. It felt wrong, meeting her before he could mend things with Kaya and Roman. To look at her and realize that Harrison's eyes were staring right back at her. God, how much pain has Kaya been with that realization every day? How much would it hurt Eli to see the man he loved living on through Iris? It felt unfair. It was heartbreaking. And she forgot how to breathe again.

Kaya's fear was understandable. Yet it didn't stop her from feeling worse, especially once the girls began to pick up on the tension. The curator winced as Alex turned to her. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, how she was also becoming concerned about the whole situation. "Sorun değil," she told her softly. Giving her a gentle smile before kissing her forehead. Alex wrapped her arms around Asli, peaking over her shoulder back at Kaya while her mother held her. She looked back at the other, shaking her head. "Je suis désolé, je ne veux pas vous effrayer," she offered. Hoping, praying, that speaking in French could help in some form or way.

The last thing Aslihan wanted to do was make things worse. She wanted Kaya, Iris, and Roman to be a part of their lives. For Eli to work things out with his former bandmates and for them to be a family again. For the children to grow up together. For them to be a family together and put the past behind them. At least, for Harrison's sake. While she never knew the man, she was certain that seeing Amethyst like this would've broken his heart.

Alex looked back at her mother and she nodded. Smiling softly before saying, "Go play with her. We just need to talk for a moment. Everything's going to be okay." The seven year old didn't look convinced for a moment. Yet, looking between Asli and Iris, she soon nodded and let go of her mum. Moving back to her new friend and heading off with her to play. And as she looked back at Rhia, she was relieved to see that the baby had fallen asleep in her stroller. Leaving for things to be just between the two women. A conversation that was bound to happen; Just, not as soon as she was expecting.

She looked back at the drummer and winced at her words, moving her hands behind her back with one hand reaching up to hold her other arm. Trying to appear as open as possible to the other. "I'm sorry. I swear, I wasn't trying to scare you or Iris. I... I didn't know about everything until recently." Though, she felt shameful as she admit that. After knowing Elijah for nearly four years yet only just now learning the truth as to why he left Amethyst; She knew how bad that must look. She nearly let out a sad laugh at her words. God, if only she had shown up a year earlier. Then she might've known the struggles her and Eli faced once learning about their daughter. "Trust me, it wasn't an easy journey," she admitted softly.

Yet, would that only made this harder? After all, Kaya should've been there. Her, Harrison, Roman, and Toni should've all been there during the pregnancy, helping to calm down Eli with his fears and helping them. They should've been there from the beginning and see their niece grow up. That is... Assuming that her and Eli would've even had a chance to be together, considering his love for Harry.

The Egyptologist swallowed thickly. "He shouldn't have left the way he did. Losing Harrison... I can't imagine the pain you all experienced. Especially you." Especially Eli. "But, regardless, I'm sorry. I wish that things were still good between you lot. You're his family. Is... Is there any way to mend things? I know that it can't change the past, but it could lead to a better future, if possible." ||📜@kayadubois

Kaya grinned at the other woman as she scoured around her bag in search for treats, ignoring her daughter's eyes bulging open at the promise of sweets. "Oh, please, don't worry, we've just had a little snack ourselves." her daughter's eyes zeroed in on her at the refusal and were followed with the best attempt at puppy eyes she'd ever seen. She'd never in her life been able to deny those eyes anything, much less now when accompanied by Iris' pout. "...fine. Just one little snack, if you ask nicely." she saw her daughter open her mouth excitedly and raised a finger, cutting her off quickly. "In English, please" Iris could speak it, Kaya had made sure of it, but she knew her daughter, just like herself, resorted to the comforts of French more than she should. At times, the little girl would forget others around them didn't speak the language, and get fussy about being made to switch. Kaya could already see the frown begin to settle between her blonde brows, but Iris was saved by the bell, or rather, by the other woman's voice uttering Kaya's name.

Immediately, Kaya's casual arm around her child tightened, pulling Iris closer towards herself, her own body angling away from the stranger who said her name like she'd seen a ghost. This wasn't the way she'd get recognised by a random fan of the band, someone who might have been obsessed with her during her twenties, a crazed paparazzo. She couldn't place what this tone was, and that was even worse. She looked at the children, then back at the woman, searching for clues, anything that would tell her whether she needed to bolt out of the park, into her car and back to Maryland.

Iris was clearly picking up on her mother's anxiety because a small hand landed in her neck, snapping her eyes out of their darting and instead looking at her baby, who know looked worried, almost scared. Forgetting her previous request, she murmured. "C'est bon, ma chérie." she settled her child on her hip and stood up, trying to put some distance between the stranger and Iris, angling her away from the woman, who also mimicked her action and stood up, her hands careful, soothing. However, Kaya's eyes didn't miss how the other woman's widened upon landing on Iris and her frown deepened, mistrust glaring from her eyes. "Who are you." It wasn't even a question, it was almost a demand, a mother hiding her own fear for the sake of her child.

The answer came, and if possible, it made it all worse. Her eyes darted back to the toddler and the baby, who now looked confused back at her, and she realised she had seen them before at the Spring Extravaganza, laughing in Elijah's arms. Her brain whirled with information, trying to take it all in. The bigger child looked older than Iris by a few years, but the younger… The younger had features Kaya had seen before, and her eyes snapped back up to the woman, Elijah's girlfriend, who at the very least shared a child with him.

She swallowed, trying to find words, any words, she had to say to this woman, who, regardless of having done nothing to deserve it, immediately infused Kaya with a sense of dread. What had Elijah told her? She clearly knew who Iris was, if that stare she tried to hide was anything to go by, but what else? Did it matter? Elijah had deemed they all were dead for him, why should she care about any of these people?

The silence dragged on, uncomfortable, only broken when little Iris, tired of being upended from the floor and her own worries forgotten, whispered in her mother's ear. "Maman, veux descendre." the words snapped Kaya out of her reverie and she looked at the girl, realising she had no idea what was going on, just that her maman had suddenly freaked out and taken her away from her new friend. She cursed herself in her brain and quickly plastered a smile for her daughter's sake, squatting to put her down again. "Sorry, ma puce. Why don't you show your new friend your sand toys? They're back with your backpack." she gently shooed the two girls away, old enough to pick up on the tension between the two women.

Watching them leave, Kaya crossed her arms, unsure. How did she speak to Asli, when she could barely tolerate thinking about the man that linked them together? "I wish I could say it is nice to finally meet you, but I wasn't aware you existed until… well, until now." It wasn't exactly true. She figured there was someone, or had been someone, what with Elijah carrying two children around the other week, but having Asli standing in the flesh in front of her was jarring. She should have known this woman. She should have teased Elijah about liking her and not asking her out, befriended her in order to annoy him, told her embarrassing stories about her boyfriend in his terrible twenties. Instead, she had this. Resentment, pain, and, in the quiet recesses of her mind, envy. Because she had gotten to keep her friend, when she'd been forced to lose him.

Her eyes kept fleeting about, the girls, the baby, the ground. Asli's face. She was a beautiful woman, kind eyes, now looking concerned, and she couldn't meet them for too long. She wanted to get away, but Iris and Alex kept her rooted to the spot. She would not ruin this for her daughter. "Nice children. He always said he would never have them, but I didn't really know him all that well after all, so..." there was bitterness in her words, mostly towards herself, and what Asli represented, just by virtue of existing.

@draslihanxfahri-bailey

[kimbap-r0ll]

Twst characters with a blind prefect please?

Hello, thank you for the ask! I'm not sure which characters you wanted for this one, so I just chose three for this one randomly. This is my first time writing for a blind reader, so if there are any mistakes, let me know. I hope you enjoy!

Jade, Deuce, Jack x blind!prefect

Jade

You would think he would tease you for being blind but he doesn't do that. He might enjoy making jokes from time to time, but when it comes to who the person is, he tends to not poke at them.

He's super mindful. If you ever need help when in a crowded area or for other kinds of activities, he's there for you. He's especially close by when there's people that want to harm you in any way.

By the way, people that push you around, or use your blindness to do harm, will get a not-so nice visit from the tweels (yes Floyd will be involved).

Jade might be a little sad that you can't see a mountain-side's beauty, but he tries his best to describe the scenery with you. He likes giving you things from your walks together, usually things that smell really nice like flowers or with nice textures like pebbles.

Overall, he won't see you being blind as something negative. He loves you for who you are, and I feel like he'll be super gentle with you, something you don't see often with this guy.

Deuce

He probably didn't know at first and would say things like "over there" while pointing when you guys first met. Of course, you explain to him right after that you can't see and he's so embarrassed by his mistake.

He's really protective over you. Though you tell him you'll be fine with doing things by yourself, he insists he can help. He holds your hand tightly when you guys walk together downtown or on campus.

Similar to Jade, he won't take bullies or harassers very nicely. He'll likely scare you in the process. Imagine this; you two are walking and suddenly someone throws a mean comment your way, specifically about your blindness. You flinch a bit at the sudden comment, but shake your head and try to brush it off, only for Deuce to suddenly yell next to you "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" A fist-fight occurs, Deuce eventually wins and the harassers run away cursing. You don't see it but he's bruised all over, he just tells you it was nothing. He really wants to be like a guardian angel to you ;-;

He sends letters to his mother a lot, describing you. He talks about how much he loves spending time with you, how he's still learning about your interests, etc. He reads you his mother's letters from time to time, and from what you hear, Deuce's mother loves you.

He might be a bit on the protective side, but he truly cares for you. Blind or not, you are still you, and he always wants to be by your side.

Jack

Probably the most sensible out of these three. He asks you gently at some point and you explain that you are blind. He won't ask much after that. He does some research on what kinds of things he should do to help you and what to avoid.

He's protective. Maybe more than Deuce tbh. He doesn't back down from wrapping an arm around you when in crowded places. He always talks to you about certain directions if you need it.

He's like Deuce in jumping into a fight, though less loud. You'll feel him tense up if people choose to make fun of you. He'll tell in a really soft voice to stay put before he scares the harassers away with his intimidating aura alone haha.

He'll surprise you with gifts a lot! He'll just bring plants that he cared for from time to time so you can decorate Ramshackle. He might give you strawberries on some occasions so you guys can snack on them together.

Just like the others above, he loves you. He wants to keep you safe but he knows that you're strong and independent too. Overall, he cares for you deeply and wants you to know that you matter to him so much.

[lale-txt]

I s2g this is the last idea I will send in pls do not feel obligated to write them all my darling

Can I please have a modern/coffee shop au where Rosi falls for his regular barista? He makes a mess and they always help him.. Or they make sure to not make his drinks hot enough to burn him when they get to know him... Sneak him pastries for free bc they have a crush... Thank you darling I love and adore you (gives u a pocket sized Rayleigh)

brave of you to request that from a person who had like a total amount of three cups of coffee in their entire life and hated every single one of them. ALSO YOU CAN HAVE ALL THE ROSI FLUFF YOU WANT FROM ME. thanks for the pocket sized Rayleigh ahh <3

🍰 coffee shop AU: Rosinante falling (literally) for his barista

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"That's 500 berry."

His slender fingers. The blonde hair falling into his face. The painted lips. Everytime he popped into your coffee shop you noticed another little detail about him that made you fall for him even more.

At first you were just a little amused by his clumsiness. How he burnt his tongue on the hot cocoa (you quickly learned not to make his drinks too hot because it would happen several times) and how he set himself on fire when he was trying to light his cigarette outside. The amount of spilled drinks after he took three steps to his table. How he dropped all of his coins while rummaging through his portemonnaie, scattering them all over the floor and how you helped him picking them up; both of you on all fours, your heads so close, almost touching as you reached for the last silver coin... now that you think back, that might have been the moment where your heart skipped a beat for the first time.

When his beautiful brown eyes met yours, you forgot how to breathe for a second. You felt like you could get lost in them, in their depth, their warmth, if only you could stare into them long enough. They were like amber when the sun hit them directly, a whole universe itself, you wanted to drown in it. And oh, his lips...

Every morning when you opened your shop, you were looking forward to seeing him again, not a day would pass where he didn't drop by. Most of the time he was waving from the outside through the shop window already, a big smile on his painted lips, overly happy to see you. You were wondering if he could hear the sound of your pounding heart in your chest or if he noticed your blushing cheeks whenever you greeted him by his name; a name that sounded like a love song coming out of your mouth. Rosinante.

Sometimes he would come by late at night when you were already cleaning up, preparing everything for the next day. He would give you a helping hand with the chairs and tables, though often he would accidentally make a whole mess as he stumbled and crashed. You didn't mind though. It meant spending more time together, chatting about everything and sharing wholesome laughs. Sometimes you shared the leftover cakes from the day together, huddled next to each other in the corner of your shop window with the many pillows, your secret favorite spot of your café.

"You have strawberry cream all over your face.", you laugh and without thinking you reach over to wipe it away with your fingers until you freeze mid movement, realizing what you were just doing. You're flustered to the max.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

But before you can pull away your hand, he takes yours into his, pressing them gently against his cheek. He closes his eyes and hums softly. A smile hushes across his lips when he turns his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand, so gentle it almost made you cry.

You don't pull away. Neither does he.

Sometimes the beginning of a love story is written in milk foam and cake crumbs, spilling over and over again with whispered confessions, a warm feeling in your belly and the certainty that he will always come home, back to you, no matter how far you're apart. It's a promise as sweet as strawberry cream.

[unavernales]

"a successful boxer..." serghei hums moreso to himself. the dhampir takes another puff of his cigar. then it would be easy to find information on him. if aaron was successful, then surely he had some sort of public profile. if not, then his files were somewhere out there. for a price. videos of fights. interviews. medical information, diagnoses, possible penalties... serghei would have to look into it when the night was over. too bad he didn't have the patience or interest in human sport. maybe he'd have a better arsenal to grill aaron with. "and now you film yourself lifting heavy stuff at the gym, yeah?" leave it to farrah to fall in love with a fucking vlogger. why couldn't she meet someone in a normal line of work? a mercenary or a drug lord? "i invited farrah. she brought you as a plus one. thank her." he looks over to the dhampir in question, amused and perhaps even pleased at the fact that she and noori were chatting rather than throwing punches. when he feels noori's claws dig into the flesh of his own thigh his face remains unfazed. serghei does, however, sneak a hand under noori's shirt to pinch hard and mean near the flesh of his rib. if they were alone, he'd have tugged at his kitten's nipple til he was mewling or spanked him raw.

"i'm an entrepeneur." the easiest explanation. "investments and shit." at least aaron could keep eye contact. none of farrah's exes could hold serghei's gaze.

"ooooooh~" farrah's eyes shine with interest at seeing those beautiful claws. with the gentleness of a curator, farrah takes his hand and examines closely. "i have, like, one client who's got this kinda stuff." farrah isn't sure what that particular client was, only that she left hefty tips and only saw farrah. out of habit, she begins to massage noori's fingers and palm as they talk. "they're so pretty! i would, like, totally love to paint your nails. i could make some super cute designs--" she gasps, looking to aaron in excited epiphany. "cheetah print! oh my god." the blonde is making a mental note to schedule noori in for a manicure asap!! a giggle follows the cat's observation of farrah's own nails. she had done them just earlier that day, wanting to look extra pretty for the double date. pink, sparkly, and stiletto. "oh my god, do you guys have sex, in like, missionary?" her voice lowers conspiratorially. "that's so romantic. i like getting fucked from behind, but--"

"fucking hell. can we keep the fuckin' conversation civilized? i'm not tryin' to puke before i get a fuckin' entree, yeah?" serghei cuts farrah off abruptly. farrah responds fearlessly with a sneer and a mocking of his thick romanian accent. reduced now to a couple of children, serghei goes to kick her in the shin under the table, which she deflects with a pointed heel to his ankle.

"i'm gonna plant a car bomb in your stupid, ugly bugatti--" farrah's threat is interrupted by wait staff clearing his throat.

"mr. zugravescu. would you like something for your table?" eyes are trained fiercely on serghei and serghei alone. the staff here had learned that looking at noori would get them in deep shit. serghei straightens out and so does farrah, who flips her blonde hair back and is back to her typical barbie self.

"a bottle of bourbon. and a strawberry daiquiri. make it good." the request is more of a demand. the waiter underlines something three times on his notepad. "you want something to drink, baby?" serghei turns to murmur in noori's ear. farrah sputters out a laugh: endeared, horrified, and delighted by how serghei seems so whipped.

"you doin' okay?" farrah mouths to aaron as she fiddles with his bangs.

unavernales​:

serghei shakes the offered hand. farrah has to physically bite back a smile.

with nothing less than googoo eyes, farrah is taking the seat offered to her and happily leaning in to her boyfriend’s sturdy frame. "i hope they have strawberry daiquiris. you know i can’t do any of that yucky hard stuff. bleugh–” she makes a face before giggling and squeezing aaron’s jaw affectionately. anyone even vaguely aware of their surroundings could see that farrah adored aaron. it was like she couldn’t go seconds without touching him, nevermind looking at him. the dhampir couldn’t help it. aaron had become her one good thing. he had replaced the color pink and sparkles. he was someone farrah could depend on to make her happy without fail.

they would have strawberry daiquiris. serghei would be sure of it.

serghei is watching them carefully. he had pinched noori for that little tease– a silent don’t push your luck. though even serghei had to admit that aaron was jacked. especially for a human. typical of farrah to go for a jock. at least he had good taste in drinks. he himself was a fan of the harder, high end stuff. the refusal of a cigar makes serghei quirk his brow.

“what? you’re an athlete or something? you make money from that?” farrah hadn’t told serghei anything about aaron. it wasn’t that she was ashamed or embarrassed. far from it. the blonde knew that if she gave serghei even a sliver of information, he’d run with it. dig up files upon files to conduct a proper interrogation. now, though, serghei has to get to know him like a normal person.

“hi. my name’s farrah,” the younger dhampir gives an excited little wave to noori as the other two talk it out. farrah thinks he’s quite cute: big shiny eyes and a feline curl of lips. there’s a playful innocence that radiates from noori, along wtith something smoked and spicy. her faux brother had mentioned someone special in his life. it wasn’t like him to divulge details, other than the fact that he wasn’t interested in fucking anyone else. farrah knew him well enough to decode that as i’m in love with him. she twirls her hair, looking over to observe noori’s hands. “can i, like, do your nails some day? aaron never lets me do his nails in a pretty way, ya know?”

Aaron tried to stay cool, calm. It was good that he had Farrah close to his side. Her scent calmed him, her warmth in his side. It helped with the overall situation that made him feel pretty tense. He was good at faking confidence though. Before his fights, his opponent would try to intimidate him, it was the most normal thing to do before he would get into the boxing ring. So he was used to guys like Serghei.. “I am sure there will be something sweet for you to drink.” Aaron placed a kiss against her hair before his attention was back on Serghei. “Kinda. I guess you could call me something like an athlete.” He shrugs his shoulders shortly. “I used to be a pretty successful boxer. Now I work with several sports brands, I’m a content creator.” Yes, he had a modern day job which many people would for sure consider stupid. But he was content, really. He made good enough money, he still kinda did what he liked to do without the pressure of making it to the top, the pressure of gold medals. “I preferably just stick to the booze.” His arm remained wrapped around his girlfriend while he maintained eye contact with the other dhampir. “Thank you for inviting Farrah and me.”

Noori is back to his observant self. He had never met this Farrah person. Serghei had mentioned her every once in a while and for some reason, he had a whole different picture in mind. She looked like a bimbo, a pretty barbie that was nothing but looks. But he had a feeling that this was far from the truth, not with the importance she seems to have for his partner. Her boyfriend, was a short and buff man, an athlete, which he was now learning and it made sense. It made sense that he looked that way when he chose a career path like this. Noori finds himself nodding, a hand resting on Sergheis thigh. “My nails?” He raises a brow at the female. This question was weird and caused the cat to lift his hand shortly, giving his nails a little look. “Do you..” The cat let nails grow just so they were extended into the claws he so happily dug into Sergheis flesh. “.. have any experience with a set of those?” He held out his hand to her so she could give his claws a professional look. “I don’t think rhinestones and glitter are really practical for me.. but I am sure some color would look pretty nice on them.” There is a kind of tone in her voice that has Noori want to actually say yes though he isn't even sure if he likes having someone do his claws. He never had anyone taking care of them. After all, he usually was just scratching on whatever surface to shorten them just a tiny little bit. "I like your nails though.. they look like they can slice a man up quite nicely." His gaze shortly wanders to her partner, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I am sure you scratch him up real nice? Serghei tries to safe his leather couches from me but I like to think they come closest to human skin.. and that's what I claw at preferably." Another look was tossed over to Aaron, that seemed to be just giving a tiny smirk at that question. He knew what Farrahs perfectly manicured nails could do. “What is it you do for a living, this place looks pretty expensive.” Aaron is just trying to make conversation.. and honestly, Farrah didn’t tell him much about this guy, she only warned him that Serghei could be a bitch.. for now he seemed to be okay.

[imnotyourvillain]

I don't know how it is for other asthmatics, but I do have a few tips for you guys:

—Bring facial coverings with you EVERYWHERE. Allergens, like cigarette smoke, pop up in any place at nearly every time. The facial coverings will act as a filter, and will help prevent continued exposure. That being said, you should still leave the area quickly since masks make breathing techniques a little more difficult. Thanks to the you-know-what, facial coverings have become more normalized, so it's not that strange to just slip one on. Also, you don't need to WEAR it everywhere, just bring it so you can pop it on if needed.

—This tip came from one of my previous doctors: caffeine acts as a stimulant and helps open your airways up. That being said, don't chug extreme amounts of caffeine, since anxiety can make your asthma attacks worse. Plus, the crash will be terrible.

—Have tea around in your house. I recommend having multiple kinds/flavors, that way you can change it up. I personally have both caffeinated and uncaffeinated teas, because there are times when I've had my max caffeine intake/I need to sleep soon. The vapors/warmth will help soothe your throat and open things back up, and sipping it will (hopefully) help you calm down. The caffeine thing especially applies here, since tea tends tends to have a more gentle caffeine affect. If you don't like bitterness, I recommend the brand Red Rose (it also has Sweet Temptations on the box, if that helps to find it lol). I personally have/have had the flavors Lemon Loaf and Strawberry Cheesecake. They come pre-sweetened with Stevia, and I've found that I don't need to add anything to it, when usually I have to add a ton of creamer, sugar, and everything nice. That being said, I've found honey helps soothe/coat my throat, as well as sweeten my tea. And, if you add a suitably flavored cough drop along with the packet (I always put them in the cup while the water is busy boiling so that mixing is a lot easier, and the bag tends to not float on the top), you have both flavoring and soothing. For less bitterness, I also recommend steeping your teas for the lowest recommended time.

—Have something to semi-mindlessly stare at. I often use video games, but stressful events like boss battles do NOT help. Looking out a window with tea in my hands and a blanket around my shoulders does help, though. Having a pet cuddle you also helps you to both cheer up and calm down. All of these above options should help you calm down and ease the attack.

—You should be resting, but for whoever's sake, SIT UP. It opens up your airways and makes coughing (if you have that particular reaction) slightly less distressful. Laying on my side also tends to help after the attack has passed, but I ultimately recommend propping yourself up with pillows/stuffed animals.

—Another thing that helps me, a lightweight with strong medications, is having a snack with carbs afterwards. I tend to get weak and hungry after all my treatments, so having a snack helps take that edge off and makes rest so much easier.

—Speaking during/after an asthma attack is hard. Try learning little bits of sign language to help you communicate. I frequently use the phrases "yes", "no", (sometimes shaking/nodding my head doesn't feel good, and just using my hands feels easier) "please", and "thank you". I also have basic knowledge of the alphabet to help me spell it out. However, if this is a struggle for you, the speech-to-text on Google Translate is another great tool. Just pop what you wanna say into the English/whatever language you're speaking box, then hit the little 🔉 button.

—I'm not sure if anyone else's doctor told them to use their emergency inhaler sparingly, but my most recent one had to inform me that is nonsense. Use it as soon as you have a problem, and don't hesitate to take a second dose if the first doesn't help within a minute. That being said, please don't exceed your limit. If multiple doses don't help within 30 mins-1 hour, try looking into either a stronger dosage or a nebulizer (which your doctor of course).

—If you have to walk/exert yourself to get to your morning destination, and if you have a daily inhaler, try using it a few minutes beforehand.

—If you're in school, I beg of you, GET A DOCTORS NOTE, if not multiple. I've had so many schools lock away my inhaler and say I need doctors notes just to approve having one in the first place, as well as say I need permission/supervision to take it, even in the nurse's office. Ask your doctor about having a doctor's note to carry it with you EVERYWHERE. I have purses and bags to easily carry it, along with a few other essentials, and the amount of fighting my parents and doctors have had to do against schools is ridiculous. Additionally, you might want to include a note about having your phone with you all the time for emergencies. Might be a little harder to argue for, but it's worth asking.

—This seems fairly obvious but is hard to remember in the moment, you need to learn breathing techniques. (Ex: breathe through nose, out through mouth). This will help with breath circulation and calming both you and your attack. Additionally, but also importantly, if you're at the "gasping for breath" point, you should still try to take slow and deep breaths. I know it's hard and you just wanna quickly suck in as much air as possible, but it really doesn't help. For one, it makes calming down harder, and for two, it really doesn't give you that much air. Since you essentially have to hold it for a while, getting as much quality air as possible is practically vital.

—If you have a nebulizer, keep tissues on/around you. The vapors tend to stick to my face & dribble down my nose especially, which is uncomfy, and a lil gross.

—Should I have to mention water? Unfortunately, yes. Please don't add any ice/have your water TOO cold. It can shock your system. While bits of cold water can help soothe an inflamed throat and encourage more drinking water, you still need to be careful. Also, for warmer waters, find a temp you can tolerate. I love water on the near-highest setting because of the vapor and the soothing properties I feel. However, I have a vendetta against lukewarm water, because I think it's gross.

[laequiem]

Small Claims

/ Lorcan finally tells Elide that he thinks she’s his mate. Claiming follows. Fluff & Smut.

Fandom: Throne of Glass

Characters: LORD LORCAN LOCHAN / Elide Lochan

Rating: Explicit bay-beeeeeee

TW: a lil bit of blood

Lorcan Salvaterre didn't think he had any "firsts" left. Most of them had come to pass centuries ago. First fistfight when he could still count his age on his fingers. First real battle a few years later. First kill in his late teens. Those he remembered clearly. First kiss, first time getting drunk, first fuck—blurry meaningless memories he did not care to untangle.

Listen, my power went out when I sat down to finish this last week, so I decided that it’s cursed and that it needs to get out of my WIPs. So if it’s bad, please send your complaints to Hydro. Thanks.  

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Lorcan Salvaterre didn't think he had any "firsts" left. Most of them had come to pass centuries ago. First fistfight when he could still count his age on his fingers. First real battle a few years later. First kill in his late teens. Those he remembered clearly. First kiss, first time getting drunk, first fuck—blurry meaningless memories he did not care to untangle.

In the last few months, he was surprised to experience new "firsts" with this force of nature he now shared his life with. Elide was the first person he cared about, the first person he loved. His first time having sex and feeling something more than pure lust.

And now, Elide Lochan was the first partner he ever had the urge to claim. Lorcan had bitten plenty of females before, but never broke skin. It was a part of his fae heritage that had never surfaced until he started traveling with her. He felt it first when they traveled with the circus and men kept hovering around her tent, trying to gage if they could bed the innocent fortune teller. He pushed the urge down, down into himself, refusing to acknowledge any feeling for her. He kept the urge at bay for long, even making fun of Whitethorn when he noticed the mark he had left on his Queen. But when Elide gave him everything, the need to claim her had flooded Lorcan's senses. It was not the time, though. Not when she was so insecure.

Since then, Elide has grown confident with her sexuality, initiating things even more often than he does. Still, Lorcan has not claimed her. He could not figure out how to ask her. 

His primal instincts are always stronger on mornings like this. When he wakes up and she sleeps peacefully next to him, hair swept away, exposing her throat to him.

"Lorcan?" she asks softly, tentatively, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Elide's voice is not as sleepy as he thought it would be. It sounds as if she has been awake for a while. She shifts to face him, hands coming up to rest on his chest.

"Can humans have a mate?"

Lorcan trails one of his hands up Elide's arm and inclines his head, a silent cue for her to continue.

"I dreamt of Aelin and her mate and I… I was wondering why you didn't have one." Her tone is so sad, Lorcan feels his heart twist. "If it is because you're demi-fae."

He lifts a hand to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone.

"Not everyone has a mate, Elide. They're rare," she lets a little oh and he continues, "I used to think I couldn't have one. Not because of my human blood, but because of… Who I am. What I did."

"Used to?"

For so long, Lorcan had convinced himself that he didn't even have a heart left. That his power, like it does to his enemies, had rotted his insides to the point of rendering him heartless. Living only to inflict pain and slaughter. Then, he met Elide and his rotten heart had made itself known. Twisting and pulling, accelerating and stopping, until he had to admit to himself that he cared for her. At first, it was an inconvenience, a distraction from his mission and the Queen he thought he loved. When he betrayed Elide and sold Aelin to said-Queen, Lorcan could hardly live with himself knowing she hated him, that he had ruined what they had. Whatever that was.

And now?

"I don't… think that anymore."

"So why then?"

"Why what?"

"Why don't you have a mate?"

Lorcan removes his hands from her and rolls over on his back. He stares at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to say, how to say it. Words have never been his forte. Elide is so good with words, but it seems the talent is not contagious. She inches closer to rest against his side, head on his shoulder. Can she hear his heart thundering in his chest? Can she read the fear on his face? 

He inhales deeply, then exhales slowly.

"I think you're my mate."

There it is, the secret he has been holding for months now. He feels her still against his side and all his repressed worries to come flooding in. 

She doesn't want to be your mate. 

Who would even want that? 

You don't deserve her. 

You don't deserve anything. 

You've killed so much. 

You've brought on so much suffering. 

It would be unfair for you to have a mate. 

All she does, however, is ask, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't… I don't know how any of this is supposed to feel.” He rubs at his face with one broad hand. “I've never loved before, I don't know the difference."

Elide's fingers start tracing the outline of his pecs, toying with the dark hair there. 

"Neither do I. We're learning together."

Lorcan lets out a breath of relief. She isn't mad at him. She doesn't laugh at him. 

"It doesn't have to… change anything," he says tentatively, "I don't want to force this on you."

Elide shifts and leans on her elbow, staring at him with those devastating dark eyes.

"Lorcan, you never forced me into anything. I'm… honored."

He scoffs. As if. He already struggles everyday to remind himself that she does, in fact, love him. Thinking she would see being his mate as an honor was far beyond what he could imagine. She flicks his nose. He is not worthy of her and they both know it, the whole court—

"I'm serious," Elide chastises, "I wouldn't want anybody else."

Elide leans towards her husband and presses her lips to his. 

"Who wouldn't want Lorcan Salvaterre, second in command to Queen Maeve as a mate?" she teases, her hand trailing lower on his chest, "A strong fae male to scare my enemies."

"You're the only female fearless enough to want me," he replies, as serious as ever.

Lorcan shivers as her fingers slipped past the waistband of his underwear.

"Why would I be afraid," she croons, palming his semi-hard cock firmly, "when I have you wrapped around my finger?"

Lorcan snaps and rolls to be on top of her. This kind of talk always got to him. Of course, his wife's body is beautiful and perfect, but it's that cunning mind and sharp tongue that really made him lose his mind.

He nips at Elide’s lower lip and her lips part for him, allowing him a taste. She always tastes so sweet—strawberries and cinnamon, more addictive than any sugary treat. 

Lorcan groans as he witnesses her wide eyes, darkened by lust and need. He lowers his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking the soft flesh. Her pulse rushes under her skin and his canines are aching to pierce and claim and—

He moves down to her chest before the feral thing inside him can fully surface. He focuses this energy on her breasts, knowing she likes him leaving marks for nobody but them to see. He palms one of her heavy breasts with one hand while the other seeks out her sex. Before he reaches his destination, however, she grabs his wrist and pulls him up to look at her.

"You're holding back," she simply says, "why?"

He must look absolutely savage right now—wild eyes, panting heavily, shaking slightly with restraint—for her to even bring it up.

"I want to claim you," he replies roughly.

Elide lets go of his wrist and for a second, Lorcan fears he drove her away. She understood that he doesn't deserve her and she doesn't want a life shackled to him and—

Her hand moves up to his nape and she lightly tugs on his hair.

"I want everything you can give me." 

Her other hand reaches between them and grasps him again, angling his length to line up with her.

Lorcan's breath hitches, "are you—"

"Yes. I want everyone to know you're mine."

Everyone knows, of course. He does not preside over meetings with her, but everybody notices the armored warrior standing in the doorway, a constant threat of violence etched on his face. The Lady's brute, he had heard some whisper. They're right. Her uncle had called him a brute as well. No amount of gentle kisses and magical braces would erase the centuries of pain he has caused.

Sensing her lover's hesitation, Elide bends forward to whisper in his pointed ear, "claim me."

Lorcan unleashes himself with a feral groan, any semblance of control he once had shattering to give way to the beastial fae half of him. He drives his cock into her heat in a powerful stroke, eliciting a surprised gasp and a giggle from Elide. 

With all his previous partners, Lorcan kept the kissing to the absolute minimum. But Elide's moans were a siren song to his ears, and he wanted nothing more than to drink them all up until he drowned. He claims her lips in a hungry kiss, so raw and unchained that their teeth clinked together.

Even with his lips on hers, his cock in her and a hand grasping her breast, he still needs more, more to touch, more to taste. By the way her hands roam his chest and claw at his back, his wife feels the same.

While he ruts into her, Lorcan reaches between them to toy with her clit, wanting—needing to feel her shatter on his cock.

She's mine, she's mine, she's mine. The words echo in his head with each slap of his hips against hers.

I have a mate.

Clap.

A mate.

Clap.

A mate.

As if she could read his mind, Elide echoes his thoughts in-between two short breaths, "my mate."

A shock passes through their bodies, heightening every sensation. The bond snapping into place, he supposes. It's overwhelming, better than any story Lorcan has ever heard. He feels her emotions, her love for him, as strongly as if they were his. He knows now more than ever that he wants to spend his whole life with Elide Lochan. That, no matter how short their time together would be, he could never live without her.

Lorcan hooks one of Elide's legs around his elbow while his other hand quickens its ministrations on her clitoris. The next thrust is deeper, angled just right, and Elide comes with a scream that will surely wake up the maids. He coaxes her through the waves of her orgasm, his eyes never leaving her flushed face. Beautiful.

As he feels his own release approaching, Lorcan leans towards her and drags his teeth down Elide's neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Just before erupting, he bites down, canines piercing the soft skin effortlessly. 

My mate, my mate.

Lorcan spills in her. Once. Twice. By the end of his climax, he is shaking all over. He finally pulls away from her neck, licking his lips, then running his tongue over the mark. He stares at it for a moment, admiring as droplets of blood start beading out again. Will she want to keep the scar, like Aelin did? The memory of it will live in his mind forever either way, just like their scent will always be intertwined now. The possessiveness is not a part of himself he is used to, and he feels quite ashamed of the primal nature of it all, but faeries are territorial creatures. 

Elide trails a finger up his throat and he leans into her touch.

"Am I supposed to… do it too?"

"Only if you want to," he says, brushing a strand away from her sweaty forehead.

She hums softly, considering. "Your throat does look bare without a scar."

"Do I not have enough scar for you, Milady?"

She laughs and Lorcan wonders if he will ever get used to the sound and how it makes his heart skip a beat. 

"I like your scars."

Elide pushes on his chest and Lorcan pulls himself out and twists to lay on his side next to her. She turns to face him and starts tracing a scar that spans the length of his biceps.

"Do you want one?"

"More than anything."

[lesbian-bird-talks]

As someone who is constantly looking for vocaloid headcanons, give them all please :)

AAHHH I HAVE A LOT

Miku

Has a bit of an ego, because what 16 year old with international fame wouldn't?

People expect her to be super squeamish and hate bugs until they see her squash a giant roach with no hesitation or pick up a spider

Bugs are her frends :)

With that said she hates things like fish and frogs and anything slimy. Not scared of it just thinks they're gross.

Has a weird rivalry going on with Rin and Len. She refuses to actually acknowledge them as her competition because "that's childish and I'm not a child anymore >:[" but also gets 100x more competitive when either of them gets involved.

Girl boss. Has a big personality, good work ethic even if she acts like a brat sometimes, doesn't take shit from other people.

I think she'd be very similar to Nobara from Jujutsu Kaisen tbh, but slightly less crass.

She wears her heart on her sleeve, and tends to use her hair to emote. She'll tug on it a bit when she's angry or overwhelmed, use it to hide her face when she's embarrassed or scared

Speaking of which she isn't AS devious as Rin and Len but she definitely gets up to some hijinks. Some hoodlum activity.

She goes with the twins feigning that she's there to keep them in line and then when they're like "we should put firecrackers under Meiko's toilet seat :]" she is suddenly deaf.

"god they're such kids 😒" she says as she is holding back laughter at the idea of the firecrackers going off.

I also just think that becoming a pop star at the ripe old age of 16 would have forced her to grow up rather fast. So she can be mature but everyone makes her feel safe enough to let out the Gremlin™ just a little. As a treat.

Her easy to approach, affable face she puts on for shows and shit is definitely a facade though, and behind all that she's just a girl who really likes French fashion and reading romance manga.

OKAY ADDING MORE NOW! I posted this,,,so long ago Jesus I kept forgetting to come add onto it.

(idk how to add breaks on mobile pretend there's one right here)

Luka

You know those characters who usually have their eyes closed and only open them when they get serious? Yeah I imagine her personality being like that

Perpetual Big Sister Smile™. Always looks gentle and friendly, but gets much more threatening when she needs to be. Other vocaloids take bets on whether she runs an underground fighting ring or if she's secretly a member of the yakuza

In reality she's just a gentle soul who learned quickly to not let others mistake her kindness for weakness. She is the opitome of "be soft but be ready"

Just Be Friends is a song she wrote about Kaito, they used to date until she realized she was a lesbian. The two of them are still very close! Ice cream man and his short, pink-haired body guard.

Being friends with Kaito means she's developed a sixth sense for when people are about to get hurt, since he's a bit of a klutz. Whenever Rin and Len's pranks are about to backfire she's right there to stop everything from exploding in their faces. Literally.

But she tends to let most of it slide as long as nobody is getting hurt. She enjoys watching the chaos unfold, and she even encourages it if she can get away with it while avoided an earful from Meiko.

Bribes the younger vocas with candy and comic books to do her bidding.

Super competitive. She goes so fucking hard on DDR and if you manage to beat her she is already thinking about at least 5 ways to kill you. You cannot escape. She will find you no matter where you run.

Her relationship with her mom is more like that of a sister's. Which is nice is some ways, but it also means she kinda raised herself. She's very independent and dislikes getting help from others because she's used to doing everything on her own. Meiko often forces her to take breaks or pairs her up with someone else.

She dislikes liquors but she really likes cocktails. Her favorite is a strawberry sangria margarita.

She thinks it's really funny to pretend like she isn't Luka when someone comes and asks for a picture.

"hey are you Luka?? Luka Megurine??"

"Huh? Who is that?"

And she has on merch with a picture of her face when she says that.

By extension she also likes to troll on her own fan forums

"Luka's music is mid at BEST :/" she posts on one of her 12 reddit accounts

Overall she's just a v fun person, though she tends to be very quiet when around people she's unfamiliar with.

Also her little cousin is Peko because I said so

Rin

Number one of the dynamic duo! She's older than Len by about an hour and she will never let her twin live that down.

Rin is probably the mastermind behind most of their mischief. Len isn't dumb, but he's more of an action guy than a planning guy.

She's not super into fashion, so dressing up in costumes isn't really her thing. She doesn't understand why Miku gets so into it.

With that said she isn't necessarily a tomboy, I'd just say she's more rough around the edges having grown up with the kind of brother who would give her wet willies and smash food in her face. She knows how to play dirty, literally.

She still very much likes to go shopping and wearing pretty things

Shes just her very authentic self, and doesn't care much about whether people percieve her as masculine or feminine.

That being said though she really enjoys sports. Not watching but playing. She's the best athlete at her school, which you think would translate well to dancing but,,,,

Shes not a BAD dancer, but she definitely has to work harder to nail choreography than anyone else does.

Moving to a rhythm feels different than running, following instructions feels different than making on-the-fly decisions. So dancing is much harder for her than tennis or basketball.

She's very smart though, and can make pretty fast decisions on her feet. This has saved her from many a costume malfunction or technical issue on stage.

Once she gets in the zone she's pretty calm and collected, but when she's not particularly focused it's pretty easy to push her buttons.

She's not very good at talking to people in general. She's blunt and can be overly-honest, and she's easy to tease and get mad. She fears people picking her apart, so she tends to take criticism more personally than she should unless it comes from Len, Meiko, or Kaito.

While she knows how to get attention, she doesn't know how to get unwanted attention off of her without brute force or speed. She leaves more delicate matters to Len.

She still very much enjoys having people's focus on her, though. Having to get overshadowed by Miku left her with a bit of an inferiority complex, so when the spotlight is on her it feels like her hard work is being noticed.

She has AMAZING breath control. She's a fantastic singer.

She heard about Beyonce being made to run while singing to train her lungs and just added that into her exercise routine.

Also because she's so into sports she's also fairly strong. She could beat your ass. She could beat my ass. She's already beaten flower's ass.

I don't think her and Flower would get along super well, namely cuz I think that Flower and LEN wouldn't get along and she doesn't like people who disrespect her brother.

Her and Len are very close, they don't really have any sort of rivalry going on. They just encourage eachother to be better so they can both achieve their goals.

Rin's dream is to own a house on the coast in California. Her favorite place to be is the beach in summer, and there it's like that all year round.

Len

NUMERO DOS!

As I said before: action man.

This kid rarely ever thinks before he acts. He's impulsive and has poor self-control, so he just pursues any whim he has at any given point.

This combined with his impish desire to pester the people he's closer with leads to a lot of scoldings. From both his parents and Meiko.

Beyond him being a big prankster, he's just a great performer. He's always super high energy, really interactive with the crowd. He's the only one of the vocaloids that streams games in his free-time so he can hang out with his fans more often.

He is very open with his feelings about the people who support him, and is constantly thanking them for being there to help him realize his dreams.

He feels that way about Rin, Miku, Meiko, Luka, and Kaito too, but he's also very easily embarrassed and can't say it to their face.

So instead he's the type to leave them gifts and notes and then get really embarrassed and run away if they try to thank him in-person.

He also has a very one-sided crush on Miku, tends to try and act cool around her which never really works.

She is not the only girl he wants attention from, though. He pretty openly flirts with his fans that are around the same age as him. Sometimes he does it to make Miku jealous which, again, doesn't really work.

But he is incredibly stubborn, and it is near impossible to get him to do something he'd rather not unless you provide some sort of incentive

He's also very much so a Young Boy™

He wants to be seen as a cool guy, the kind who goes to parties and that's always surrounded by girls. Cuz that's just kinda what he thinks success for a man looks like.

So he has to be bribed to wear anything he decides is too girly

Once snuck off to a party, somehow managing to get into a space with a bunch of adults. He ended up getting into real trouble when some half-drunk men recognized him and decided to scare him. He ended up hiding in the bathroom while they pounded on the door to freak him out.

Only ever told Rin about that cuz he knew she wouldn't judge.

Kaito

If Luka is the big sibling who went off to college and comes back to visit often, Kaito is the one who's still at home.

Especially to Miku, who's an only child and kinda latched onto him.

Luka is the chaos enabler, Kaito stops chaos from happening just with his presence. Him existing in the vicinity of the younger vocas is enough to calm them down.

He's very emotionally mature, but has a very child-like nature that people tend to be drawn to.

Imagine Iketeru from "Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan", except he learns what sex is and drinks alcohol. That's Kaito.

He's just very wide-eyed and whimsical despite being close to his 30's.

Though he can be kind of a klutz and say things without thinking, but he doesn't have a negative bone in his body so his lack of filter doesn't get him into trouble really

Its either a compliment or the kinda thing that makes people go "awe honey..."

He's just a very good guy. The goodest guy.

He went to the same highschool and college as Luka, they dated until graduation when Luka came out to him as a lesbian. He was upset, but incredibly supportive of her! They took a break from talking, but they've reconnected and he sees her as his most trusted friend.

Very secure in who he is. He's incredibly reliable and self-assured, always pushes himself to try his best!

He definitely doesn't live very lavishly, probably just a comfortably-sized apartment in a nicer area. He likes old lady furniture, you know the kind with the floral pattern? That's his SHIT right there.

Probably has a curiosity cabinet filled with cool things he found on the street and would pick up to take home.

Very close with his dad! They talk often, his dad owns literally every piece of merch and attends all his performances.

He perpetually smells like vanilla and honey.

Everytime someone mentions it, he just laughs and says thank you, but he doesn't know why. He doesn't use any body wash or cologne that smells like that. He doesn't bake. Even after years he's still confused.

He's not aware of how attractive he is and has made people blush a lot with how much he enjoys physical affection

Imagine getting hugged by a kind teddy bear of a man with a pretty face who smells like vanilla, he is unaware of the kind of affect he can have on people.

Meiko was one of these people before they became friends, now she's become immune to his casual toucheyness. That just comes with being someone he cares about!

Meiko

The queen herself

Okay so first I headcanon in this universe where they're part of a talent agency, Meiko isn't a singer anymore. She quit and took up a job as a talent manager.

She had seen too much of the dark side of the music industry, getting creepy fan mail and gifts and people threatening her safety. All before she hit 18, it had kinda fucked her up.

She was going to quit entirely, but when Miku got scouted the idea of leaving her with nobody to help her navigate her v quickly growing stardom left a pit in her gut.

So she stayed to train and manage her, and ended up taking a v motherly role for everyone who came after her. Minus Luka and Kaito.

She feels very responsible for the well-being of all the younger vocas under her management. She even goes as far as to filter their fanmail personally, reading through it before handing it off to them.

She doesn't want them to get hurt in the same way she did

In terms of her relationship with Luka and Kaito, she's fairly close with them both, but she relies on Luka much more.

Luka's more laid-back attitude to life provides Meiko with a fresh outlook where she'd otherwise feel confused, frustrated, and stuck.

Which happens a lot for Meiko, who is constantly wondering if she's doing enough. For herself, for her career, for these kids she feels responsible for.

Though despite her neurotic nature she still finds time to relax. One of her biggest hobbies is still song-writing. She writes a lot of songs for Luka, she'll often play the piano while Luka sings when the pink-haired lady stops by Meiko's place for a visit.

She also enjoys learning to cook, and while Kaito doesn't bake the two of them have bonded over making food. The three of them meet at Meiko's house regularly to have drinks and try a new recipe and just talk.

The younger vocas don't often get to see a softer side of Meiko, though. She's never outright mean to them, but she takes their safety and development very seriously.

She monitors their schedules closely and keeps a pretty tight leash on them all when it's time to get down to business.

She's pretty easy to loosen up tho all they gotta do is look at her with them big ol' eyes.

She loves them too much to say no when they're begging like that.

And she's also good at noticing small details about everyone. She has a good memory too. If you passed your exam last week you bet your ass she's getting you a present, she won't let success go by without her letting you know she's proud of you.

She spends a lot of time worrying, but overall she's very satisfied with her life.

[lovely-renard]

(thanks for letting me know love! I thought it was sent, I hate Tumblr)

Hobbies: volleyball, learn languages, baking, playing video games, listening to music, reading manga and I can't think of anything else lol.

astrological sign + mbti: sun - taurus, moon - cancer, asc - gemini. ENFP.

fashion style: 90's!

favorite songs: (it was hard to choose only 3😭 but that's what I'm listening to the most right now)

series: friends 😩💕 outer banks, arcane, glow up, one of us is lying

movies: 13 going to 30, The proposal, The greatest showman, Jjk 0, Definitely, maybe (not me exposing my crush on Ryan Reynolds💀 I'm a Robert Pattinson simp too, I don't know if it helps at all lmao), 50 first dates, Brave, The princess and the frog (yes, I'm a hopeless romantic 💀 and I needed to put my Disney favorites)

my favorite artists: Bruno Mars, Ariana Grande, Shawn Mendes, Rihanna, Monsta X, Ed Sheeran, Lauv, The Weeknd, Chungha

my favorite books: strawberry moon and blue moon by Laia López it's just *chef's kiss* It's in Spanish and French!

fandom: both!

boy

she/her

now I take the opportunity to congratulate you again and that you deserve all the support you are getting, I am happy for you hon! <33

I match you with ... Bokuto Kotaro ♡

Your relationship song : Locked out of Heaven (Bruno Mars)

There’s always something so… comforting and familiar in doing your night routine with Bokuto by your side. Since he himself doesn’t follow a long and detailed routine, he likes to take time watching you doing yours, eyes brighter than the starry sky, smile growing bigger and bigger every second that passes.

“And what is this?” he asks, pointing excitedly at the bottle of cream in your hands.

“Bo, you ask me this question every month” you laugh, shaking your head because your boyfriend is just unbelievable. “Don’t you know what this is by now?”

“But I like it when you explain to me. Please, tell me!”

“Alright, big baby. This is night cream, so my skin stays hydrated throughout the night. My skin tends to be drier around those months, I need to apply it every night or it’ll be a disaster.”

“Disaster or not, I’ll still love you.” he chimes in, totally unaware of the impact his words have on you. You can feel your cheeks getting redder and redder and not only because you rubbed them to spread the cream.

You mumble a quick “stop being so adorable” before putting the bottle of cream away, taking your hairbrush instead. Before you can start combing it, Bokuto interrupts you again. “Why are you brushing your hair before bed? It’ll get messy during your sleep anyway, right?”

“Sure, but it’ll always be less messy if I brush it before sleeping.” You reply, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. He hums, standing yp from his point on the toilet seat and take the hairbrush of you hand.

“Can I do it? I’ll be extra gentle, I promise!” he adds, as if it was necessary in the first place. He always treats you as if you were a precious diamond, you’d never think he’d hurt you intentionally. You nod, your toothy smile making it hard for him to not crush you in a “special Bokuto’s hug” as he likes to call them.

He spends the next minutes brushing your hair, finding the motion peaceful, relaxing even and deciding that he’ll start helping you in your night routine starting today.