#and to eat food and drink water. and to LIE DOWN

[solarspirit]

Happy Birthday

No Sunrise on the Reaping spoilers bc that book fucked me up and I need a happy ending for Haymitch.

Haymitch hated his birthday.

For obvious reasons, of course. Before winning the Games, it meant the Reaping and watching two neighbors be sentenced to death. After, it was just a reminder of what he had lost. And his only birthday gift was the boy and girl he’d watch die in the days to come. It had taken ages of prodding and several bottles to find out when his birthday even was. You were awash with guilt when he drunkenly answered the 4th of July. 

Now, there was no Reaping. Still, every year, Haymitch insisted on nothing for his birthday. You asked every year anyway because you thought he deserved something special. And finally, when the memory of the Reaping and the Games are far enough away, Haymitch relents.  

“Something small. Don’t throw me a whole damn party.” 

His words repeat in your memory as you go through his kitchen. His house–or rather, your house with the amount of time you spend here–is still somewhat of a mess. But things are better than they were before. The bedsheets hung haphazardly to block the light are replaced with curtains and open for once. The pantry has real food in it now, not just alcohol.  The many bottles littered across the house have turned into a semi neat pile on the counter. 

You decide on cupcakes and a simple butter frosting. It wouldn’t be like Peeta’s, but it’s small the way Haymitch wanted. They don’t take long to complete and you’re finished before Haymitch wakes up. You hide them behind some pickled vegetables in the refrigerator you know Haymitch’ll never eat. Just in time, too, because Haymitch is coming down the stairs as you shut the door. 

“You make me breakfast?” he asked. 

“Just coffee,” you lie. 

Like usual, you pour the fresh pot into mugs. Sugar and cream for you, black for Haymitch. You’ve noticed lately he skips the usual addition of a flask into his mug. Not that he’s sober–you’re sure he’ll never quit the bottle.  Now it’s just to “keep the shakes away” and not a daily drowning of his sorrows. You like him better this way and you think he knows it, too.

Mornings are easier for the two of you. You fall into a comfortable silence while sipping coffee, and that’s how the rest of the day is. The summer heat makes both of you lazy. You water the garden. Haymitch feeds the geese. The rest of the time is spent sitting on the shaded porch, drinking cold lemonade from mason jars and wishing fall could come sooner. You don’t bring up the date so neither does Haymitch until late in the evening. 

“You’ve got that look in your eyes again,” Haymitch said, looking at you sideways.

“What look?”  you ask. 

“Like you’re plotting something,” Haymitch replied.

You sigh because he’s caught you. Either you wear your heart on your sleeve or he’s more emotionally perceptive than he looks. Probably both. You tell him to stay put and disappear to the kitchen. When you return with the cupcakes, Haymitch doesn’t look pleased, but he doesn’t look upset, either. 

“You said nothing big,” you shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. The truth was that you were hoping you didn’t step over some unspoken boundary.  Haymitch takes the cupcake from you and eats half of it in one bite. He’s silent for a good minute and you’re sure you’ve screwed things up when he speaks. 

“They’re good. Not Peeta’s, but they’re good,” Haymitch said. 

Coming from Haymitch, that’s as much as as a thank you. You tap your cupcake against his as a cheers and eat them in the same easy silence you had at breakfast. The two of you sit on the porch until after the fireflies disappear and Haymitch’s finished with his last drink.  In bed, when you whisper “happy birthday” and kiss his temple, Haymitch doesn’t hate his birthday as much as usual. It might be a reminder of everything he’s lost, but it was also a reminder that he still had you for another year. Even if he has to hold you a little tighter to make sure of it.

[unopenablebox]

it's literally so nice to lie down

[moregraceful]

only thing i ever want out of an american holiday is having the day off to eat continuously for 7-10 hours straight with people i love. which i got to do today, so i am very happy!!!

[otomelavenderhaze]

I am a little happier cuz my kitten Danny is getting less thin as she grows. 10 months and she's starting to get wide a little bit.

[danieyells]

Okay i ate lunch which means i can shower for real now--

[mw00nie]

you’ve been skipping meals.

toji sees it. doesn’t say shit at first. not his style. he’s not some nosy asshole who’ll ask what you ate for lunch or remind you to drink water every five seconds.

but he’s not blind either.

your face is thinner. hoodie swallowing you up more than usual. wrist bones sharper. you pick at food like it’s poison, sip coffee like it’s a meal.

he clocks it. every time.

and he lets it slide. once. twice. five times. maybe you’re just stressed, maybe it’ll pass.

but tonight, he watches you open the fridge. stare inside like you’re trying to convince yourself. standing there like if you focus hard enough, the hunger’ll go away.

he leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight.

“you gonna eat somethin’ or just keep lyin’ to yourself?”

you freeze.

“i’m not lying,” you mumble.

he raises a brow. “yeah? fridge’s been full for three fuckin’ days.”

“i just.. haven’t been hungry.”

“bullshit.”

you flinch at that. he’s not here to coddle.

he pushes off the wall, walks over, closes the fridge for you. slow. quiet. heavy.

“you think i don’t notice?” he mutters. “you think i don’t see how your hands shake? how you ‘accidentally’ forget dinner, leave shit on your plate, say you ate earlier when i know you didn’t?”

you try to look away. he grabs your chin, not rough, just firm. makes you look at him.

“you think i’m stupid?”

your mouth opens. nothing comes out.

he clicks his tongue. lets go of your face. looks tired now, but not angry. just... done with the lies.

“i used to do the same shit,” he admits. voice low. “back when i fought for cash. had to stay a certain weight. thought starving meant control. strength.”

he laughs once, bitter.

“all it did was fuck me up. made me weak. angry. sick.”

you’re quiet. too quiet. eyes glossy. he hates that look on you.

“you got shit going on? fine. but don’t starve yourself over it. don’t treat your body like the enemy. it’s not.”

you still don’t say anything, just blink too fast. and when your shoulders start to shake, he finally pulls you in. arms wrapping around you, solid and warm.

you don’t cry. not really. just breathe against his chest like you haven’t breathed in days.

he holds you tighter.

“you don’t gotta talk,” he mutters into your hair. “not now. just don’t fucking lie to me. alright?”

you nod against him.

“good. now come sit your ass down.”

you do. legs tucked under you on the couch while he throws something together in the kitchen. nothing fancy. just enough to put something in your stomach.

he sets the plate in front of you. sits down next to you. doesn’t say a word while you eat, just stays close. hand on your thigh. grounding.

when you hesitate mid-bite, guilt creeping up your throat, he taps the side of your knee.

“don’t overthink it. it’s jus’ food. ain’t good or bad. it’s fuel.”

you nod again. quieter this time.

and when you’re done, when your plate’s empty and your shoulders finally drop, he kisses your temple.

“you’re not broken,” he says. “don’t act like you are.”

and somehow, you believe him

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A/N: i got the inspo from @sugussugar :>

[mageofmadness]

LADS MEN + ANESTHESIA

(2k) 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ sfw [17+] includes: talk of surgery though non-descript, under the influence of anesthesia, pitiful men, pathetic attempts at ass grabbing, possibly ooc. go easy on me, i've never written zayne or xav. we're trying.

SYLUS unfortunately does not handle anesthesia well.

he doesn't handle hospitals well, preferring to take care of any issues he has himself. he hasn’t stepped foot in a hospital in years but cannot take care of this problem himself, and he's mad about it. pissed. he’s dismissive of everything said unless it’s coming from you and you have to remind him on more than one occasion to be nice and to stop acting so childish. no biting the nurse's heads off, the doctors are just doing their jobs, etc. he’s a nightmare patient who is only amicable when you’re by his side. sylus is all bark and no bite, too big for the damn hospital bed as they roll him into surgery.

despite that, everything is going relatively smoothly. you kiss him before he leaves, glaring at him as he says, “if i die in there, wait for me. promise i’ll be back.”

he comes out of it immediately and starts yelling for his wife. you two are not married, but good to know where things are going.

he's the one that freaks out and security almost escorts you from the building. you try to calm him down but he’s beside himself. sylus is too big to be manhandled back into the bed, seemingly forgetting he’s hooked up to all these wires, and he refuses to speak to anyone but his wife. gritting his teeth, “where is she? what did you do with her?” you (the she in question) are standing right there, but there’s been a shift change and new nurses and they don’t recognize you and he starts yelling the moment you touch him, trying to get him to lay back down:

"i am married do NOT touch me. do not...don't touch. my wife will kill you. she will! don't touch me, where are the doctors? get her out of here, my wife...oh she's going to be so mad. you touched me, she's going to be so mad. I'm going to be in so much trouble."

it takes you leaving the room, standing awkwardly in the hall as people glance at the commotion, and walking back in for sylus to suddenly recognize you. he looks absolutely pitiful, relieved beyond thought at the sight of his wife finally, and you know he’s never, ever going to live this down. 

CALEB is relentless.

even under the, quite frankly, insane amount of anesthesia he had to be given before surgery, he’s still trying to do for you. caleb tries to give you his blanket because he’s cold (you are not, but the gesture is sweet.) he offers you his sad hospital food, insisting you need to eat and must be starving “y–you…love jello, pips” (you love jello as much as the next person.)

he tries to give you his only pillow and asks for water from the nurse for you as well. he gets mad there’s nothing you want to watch on the tv: how dare the hospital not have your favorite show. he ignores the doctors and glares at them as he scoots over to make room for you to lie down next to him, scoffing at the suggestion that something as vital as you being as close to him might not be the best idea right now.

“it’s in your best interest to let her lay down,” caleb says, eyelids heavy. the doctors eyes widen and you wince. “i’m paying for this hospital stay, correct? that’s what i thought, so this bed is mine, therefore it’s hers and if you don’t want her laying in bed with me, maybe invest in some more comfortable couches. not just a chair.”

it’s all very sweet, except through all of this his speech is slurred and he keeps nodding off in the middle of talking. it’s hard to take his harsh words and mean looks seriously. it makes his glaring at the doctors quite ineffective and when caleb’s finally brought the water, he doesn’t remember he asked for it for you, and drinks it all. his attempt at fluffing the pillow for you is nothing more than weakly punching it a few times, and he offers you the blanket by half-heartedly pushing it onto the ground before powering down like he’s been unplugged.

he only calms once you are in bed with him, sending apologetic glances at the nurses and doctors. telling him yes the water was great and yes, you’re very warm and content (he still has the entire blanket and you’re sweating actually. he runs so hot.) and yes the pillow is fine (you’re not even laying on the pillow.)

RAFAYEL is a runner.

he’s insistent, the moment his eyes open, that he’s ready to go home. pack everything up, give him his clothes—he’s not taking no for an answer. the hospital smells weird and he wants his own bed. these are the words of a man determined to be heard as if he’d have the ability to stand, let alone put on his pants. rafayel is halfway to unplugging himself from everything, scanning the room for his things, asking you for what you think are the car keys as if the way he’s slurring his words isn’t a great indicator of his ability to operate a motor vehicle right now and he’s an arguer. he’s pouting. he’s rolling his eyes and throwing his hands in the air, dramatically throwing himself against the pillows.

rafayel insists he’s fine enough to go to the bathroom himself: “if i can piss by myself, i can drive a car.”  his logic is flawed. you also say no when he mumbles from the bathroom, “can you come hold it? my dick while i piss?” which negates his previous logic and you do tell him that to which you get a pout and shoved out of the bathroom. 

rafayel is the type to look you in the eyes and half-consciously mumble something about, “i’m not trying to have domestic dispute in the hospital, are you? take me home.” you gently try to push him back into the bed, reminding him he’s in a hospital gown and his ass is out. you’re amazed at the large words he’s using, not so impressed with the way he’s trying to get out of the bed again. and again. you’re also not impressed with the way he’s swaying in place, telling the nurses with a pout that he’s fine. that you’re there to take care of him now so, “you’re dismissed, your services are no longer needed” and that if you’re not going to take him home, rafayel will just go get the car himself and pull it around. you love how overly confident he is, and it really is ideal that he’s so weak from the drugs that he’s easily overpowered.

it takes three nurses and a doctor and you raising a brow at him, pointing your finger and narrowing your eyes, for him to flop himself back down into the bed. he loses steam quickly after that, waking up later and not remembering a thing but you do remind him that he flashed his bare ass to the entire staff.

XAVIER concerns the doctors with how long it takes him to wake up.

he’s out like a light and wakes up after sleeping like the dead and sees you speaking to the doctor. he’s silent, he’s not yelling. he’s quite sound up there in his head despite the anesthesia but he doesn’t like that doctor or how close he’s standing to you or the doctor’s hand on your shoulder or the way the male nurse comes in to ask you something and while he’s the most level headed of them all, he still can’t help but say something. 

you and the staff seem really chummy, and who knows how long he’s been out. he finally clears his throat, both you and the doctor looking over. 

“leave.”

xavier glances between you and the doctor. you’re tired, you’ve been there since morning, and you give the doctor a clipped smile, thanking him and nodding, letting him know it’s fine, and you’ve got it from here. xavier’s eyes don’t leave the doctor until he’s out the door and for the next few hours, you are confined to the small sliver of hospital bed with him as he silently fumes that the doctor was trying to make a move on you while he was indisposed.

“you smiled at him,” he insists. “i don’t trust him. i’ll report him for medical malpractice.”

you take none of this personally, quickly reminding him being nice as a doctor is a good thing. you almost find humor in it, if xavier’s calm demeanor wasn’t somewhat unnerving after the second and third hour. you ask him if he’s in pain, he says no. you ask him if he wants to rest, he says no. you ask him if he needs anything, he says no. you realize too late that he’s doing everything to avoid the doctor coming back into the room. when he finally does, xavier speaks for himself. slowly, a bit stilted, but he’s impressive with his lucidity. tightening his arms around you and asking for the door to be shut this time when you two are left alone. 

“i’ll sleep when we’re back home.”

safe to say he manages to pull it together well enough to be discharged as soon as possible, and once you’re home, he drops the act, turns into a bit of a baby, and passes out to sleep again.

ZAYNE is 100% handsy.

he’s a doctor, he knows what he’s getting into and what’s going on when he wakes up. he wasn’t worried before, he’s not worried now and you’re actually the one that’s been stressed this entire time. zayne has the wherewithal to understand he’s stuck for a bit in this room, and while his can you hand me that water? is genuine, he narrows his eyes as you walk past him and reaches a limp hand out to grab your ass. you turn around, startled, and he shrugs. he has the drugs as an excuse, not that zayne doesn’t appreciate your ass on the regular, he just has an excuse now to grope you in the hospital bed which, let’s be real, he’s kind of into. not the whole him-in-the-bed situation, or you in the bed if the roles were reversed but, well. the thought of you as a hot nurse does cross his mind. he might not remember this later, but his defenses are down, and he won’t blame himself.

“lay in the bed with me,” zayne mumbles, eyes closed. “c’mon.”

you remind him that’s not the best idea, he’s a doctor, and he should know this but he frowns and opens an eye. it’s endearing, this side of him, and you know what’s coming before you even lay down. zayne’s hand falls from the bed, grabbing your ass again as you slowly try to crawl into the bed with him. the doctors come in, and zayne is dismissive, spouting off responses to their questions with his eyes closed as if this is all a walk in the park as he feels you up still under the blanket. a handful off your ass is squeezed every time he has to answer another annoying question.

you whisper, reminding him that he’s not being the best patient right now, and zayne scoffs, seemingly letting the anesthesia work its magic on his limbs and lack of filter:

“i’m lying in bed resting, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“stress is not good for recovery.” another squeeze. “don’t stress me out.”

you relay all of this to him after he’s fully conscious, even slipping in his mumbles talk of you as a hot nurse he’d let slip while asleep, and he blinks. there’s a slight blush, but he does not deny or condemn his own actions. like he said, he won’t blame himself.

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[nekonaps0]

TWST Boys Take Care of Their Drunk Girlfriend pt1

✦part2 part3

✦characters: House warden

You guys really loved the “drunk boys” post, so I thought I should share how would they take care of their partners when they are drunk.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle panics. At first, he’s flustered, cheeks red, muttering about responsible drinking, but as soon as he sees you're truly out of it, his worry takes over.

“You…You shouldn’t have more than two glasses my rose. Oh, what am I going to do with you…”

He’ll hold your hand tightly, help you sit down somewhere quiet, and gently scold you while brushing hair out of your face. He’ll carry you home himself if needed (yes, despite his size!), tuck you in, and make you drink water before letting you sleep it off. He may stay up watching you breathe, just in case.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is annoyed but secretly soft. He’ll click his tongue and grumble about how “you should know your limits,” but he’s already picking you up like a sack of potatoes and carrying you off somewhere private.

“You really think I’m lettin’ you stumble around in front of a bunch of creeps? Not a chance, herbivore.”

He’ll get you something greasy to eat, shove water into your hands, and hold your hair if you get sick. He might even let you cuddle into his chest, one arm lazily thrown around you, tail flicking as he mutters:

“Sleep it off. I’ll keep watch.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul goes into overprotective boyfriend. The moment he sees you're drunk, he turns coldly efficient, ordering Floyd and Jade to clear the area, finding you a quiet room in the Lounge, and getting you water and everything you need.

“Don’t worry, my pearl, I’ve got you. I would never let anything happen to you… not on my watch.”

He’s anxious inside, heart pounding because he hates how vulnerable you are right now, but he masks it with calm care. He’ll keep talking softly to you, soothing you, and might even confess:

“You trust me this much, even in this state? I won’t let you down.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is concerned but so, so loving. He’ll be full of energy and worry, asking you a million questions at once. Are you okay? Do you need food? Water? Another hug?

“You’re so cute when you’re tipsy! But also… oh no, you’re not gonna throw up, right?!”

He’ll get you blankets, sit you in his lap, and feed you fruit or bread while playing soft music. He doesn’t mind your clinginess, in fact, he’s grinning the whole time and kissing your face nonstop. You might fall asleep on his chest to the sound of him humming a lullaby.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is dead serious and deeply nurturing. The minute he notices you’re drunk, his protective instincts activate. He becomes your personal nurse and makeup remover.

“Oh, darling. Look at you. This won’t do. Come here, love.”

He takes you to his room, helps you change into something comfortable (without even a hint of lewdness), removes your makeup with expert hands, and makes sure you’re hydrated and clean before bed.

“You’ll hate yourself in the morning if you sleep like that. Trust me, I know.”

He lies beside you afterward, brushing your hair and murmuring quiet praises, reassuring you that you’re still beautiful even like this.

Idia Shroud

Idia is overwhelmed but surprisingly sweet. He’s panicking at first

“What do I do? What if she throws up on my electronics?!”

but once he sees how helpless and clingy you get, he softens.

“Y-You okay? Do you wanna lie down? Wait, not on my bed… actually, okay, fine, you can use the bed.”

He fumbles through preparing a safe space for you to rest, blankets, snacks,everything you need and sits on the floor beside you like a nervous little cat. If you pull him into bed, he’ll freeze, then wrap an arm around you with a shy smile:

“You’re warm. Kinda nice… don’t puke on me, though!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is devastatingly gentle. The moment he senses you all flushed and dizzy from the alcohol, he’s at your side, lifting you into his arms like a knight rescuing his princess.

“My love… you are not well. Let me carry you.”

He’d take you to his dorm or somewhere safe and quiet, brings you blankets to warm you, conjure cool water, and stroke your hair softly as you mumble nonsense against his chest. He speaks in soothing tones, like an ancient lullaby.

“Rest now, my dear. I shall watch over your dreams.”

He’s in awe of how much you trust him in your most vulnerable state and takes that responsibility seriously.

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Hi guys✨ sooo be ready because I have a lot of finished works what I write in the past (I was too scared to share them in the past 🥲) so I planing to post those works today.

[kxsagi]

pro football player!bllk with girlfailure gf 🙏

“𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝”

a/n: reader is me i fear because i had apple maps on and turned left when siri said turn right (i ain’t ever living that down)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, aiku oliver

isagi yoichi

"i’m not saying you're a disaster, love, but i just saw the smoke coming from the toaster and knew you tried to make soup again." 

yoichi is genuinely concerned for your wellbeing on a daily basis. he’s in the peak of his athletic prime – eating clean, training consistently, and optimizing performance… and then there’s you, googling “can i eat expired pudding if i microwave it?” 

he keeps track of your life with the dedication of a world cup coach. daily alarms set for you. calendar events for you. a literal google doc titled "how to not die this week – for my girlfriend." 

“yoichi, i accidentally took a sleeping pill instead of my vitamin again. at 2pm.” “... okay, stay on the phone while i cancel your dentist appointment and put you in bed.” 

when you showed up to one of his games wearing a shirt with his face on it, backwards, he didn’t even blink. he just fixed it for you mid-tunnel entrance like he was adjusting his jersey. 

he tells reporters, “she keeps me grounded.” what he means is you walked into a glass wall yesterday trying to wave at a squirrel. 

itoshi rin

"you’ve burned water. explain to me how that’s even physically possible." 

rin is the definition of organized. you? you just poured orange juice into your cereal because you were “half-awake and the cartons looked the same.” 

he constantly looks like he’s asking god why he’s being tested. but despite the judgmental sighs and eternal frown, he never lets anyone else talk down to you. 

“i couldn’t figure out how to put gas in the car so i called triple A and cried.” “... i’m going to show you how to do it. we’re going right now. bring your notebook.” 

he sets emergency funds aside just for your monthly “life mistake.” like the time you bought a fake designer purse that turned out to be a lunchbox. 

but he remembers everything. your favorite candy. how you like your grilled cheese (burnt, apparently). which socks help when you’re overwhelmed. 

once you got lost in IKEA and called rin in a panic. he tracked you down like joe goldberg.  

itoshi sae

"i make millions a year and my girlfriend just got stuck in a revolving door." 

sae is rich, classy, and elegant. you once mistook a bidet for a drinking fountain. opposites, baby. 

he acts all nonchalant and "ugh," but he's always silently picking up the pieces after you’ve caused another minor catastrophe. 

“i thought the microwave was the oven and now the plastic is part of my dinner.” “okay. i’m ordering sushi. don’t eat it. i mean it.” 

he’s weirdly patient with you. will roast you endlessly, but also brush your hair out of your face while saying “idiot” in the gentlest voice ever. 

once, you tripped walking up the stadium stairs and spilled a nacho tray onto a stranger. he didn’t even blink. just pulled out his black card and paid for all the ruined food. 

“do i like her because she’s cute? no. it’s the comedy. i never know what she’ll break next.” 

nagi seishiro

"wait… you were supposed to go to work today? oh no." 

you both forgot what day it was and slept through a meeting. your lives are one long nap and an accidental door dash order. 

nagi genuinely doesn’t care about your failures. he just kind of blinks and goes “eh, sounds annoying. let’s lie down.” 

“sei, i think i broke the vacuum.” “cool. guess we don’t clean now.” 

you once forgot to bring your passport to the airport. he forgot his shoes. you were that couple. the airline staff pitied you. 

he lets you stack your chaos on top of his. gets a little spark in his eyes when you mess something up. “you’re funny,” he says as you spill water on your laptop. 

surprisingly supportive. doesn’t fix things, but he’ll cuddle you while you cry about them. 

“i ruined the job interview.” “eh. next one. let’s get ice cream.” 

mikage reo

"my baby can’t do taxes or read maps, but she’s hot so it’s fine." 

he’s so ridiculously rich and competent, and you’re just trying to remember your email password from middle school. 

constantly watching you with an amused expression like “wow. she’s really out here giving it her best. adorable.” like you said “i think i wanna become an astronaut” and he started looking up NASA internships. 

“reo, i tried to meal prep and now there’s rice in the ceiling fan.” “that’s talent. you want a private chef?” 

he buys you a new phone every time you drop one in the toilet. it’s happened four times. 

he sends you voice notes like “baby, remember to eat today” and you reply “does chocolate count?” and he’s like “only if you eat six.” 

will absolutely drop $30k on something to make your life easier and then call it a “just because you’re a princess” gift. 

kaiser michael

"schatz, why are you crying?" "i tried to braid my hair and now there’s a comb stuck in the wall." 

kaiser is such a showoff. pro athlete, media darling, good with money, sharp as hell. you? you tried to fix the wi-fi by blowing on it like a nintendo cartridge. 

he lives for your mess. he thinks it’s hilarious. he’ll walk into a room you destroyed and be like “wow. modern art. you’ve outdone yourself.” 

“kaiser, i accidentally sent my manager a meme instead of my availability.” “did they laugh? no? then resend with context.” 

he’ll bully you for your mistakes but then drop everything to help you anyway. “you’re lucky i like you. and that you look hot when confused.” 

secretly addicted to you needing him. will pout if you fix something yourself. 

“you didn’t call me when your sink broke?” “i googled it.” “what the hell. i was emotionally prepared to be your hero.” 

shidou ryusei

"guess what i just did!" "lit something on fire?" "how did you know!?" 

you two are absolute chaos. you keep failing at life and he cheers you on like it’s a sport. 

“i just sent an angry email to the wrong person.” “HELL YEAH BABY. make it worse! want me to reply with a meme?” 

he loves how you panic over small things while he eggs you on. “i lost my shoe!” “go barefoot! embrace the primal life!” 

he brings out your most unhinged side and encourages your impulsive decisions. “should i dye my hair pink?” “only if you let me do it with kitchen bleach.” 

somehow, when you’re both together, things work?? the disasters cancel out??? or at least no one’s bored. 

“she’s dumb, and she’s mine. and if anyone says anything else i’ll headbutt them into next week.” 

aiku oliver

"you’re not a failure. you just have a very… creative approach to life. and gravity." 

he’s the charming, cocky pretty boy captain and you once fell down an escalator because you were texting. 

he calls you “baby” in that teasing voice every time you mess something up. “baby… you really locked yourself out again?” “yes…” “adorable. hold on, let me come save your helpless little ass.” 

literally spoils you rotten to compensate for your chaos. you messed up your entire skincare routine and he booked you a five-star spa appointment. 

jokes that you’re his "clumsy little gremlin" and kisses your forehead after you bump into a pole. 

also weirdly proud of your fails. tells his teammates about them like fun facts. “my girl once put dish soap in the laundry machine. we had bubbles for hours." 

he likes that you need him. not in a weird possessive way, just in the fun way. 

“she keeps life spicy. also, she accidentally started a fire once by microwaving foil.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[moonstruckme]

I’m asking nicely and cutely for a request for how poly!marauders x reader would handle a house full of norovirus or food poisoning in their small apartment. Everyone just sick as hell but also trying to take care of each other at the same time. Cute but chaos, as they already are 24/7 but like worse 😭

Thank you for requesting (so nicely and cutely!) angel <3

cw: vomit

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 640 words

Remus returns home from the corner store like a hero from war. 

“Thank you,” you say, reaching upward from your curled-up position on the couch for a vitamin water. You wince when the slight movement upsets your stomach. 

“No problem,” Remus replies. His hand trembles slightly as he passes it to you. He passes another one to James, who stops him when he starts away from the couch. 

“Sit down,” James coaxes. “You’re meant to be resting.” 

Remus looks inclined to protest, but one kind tug from James is enough for him to relent. He sits down next to you, toeing off his shoes. “Where’s Sirius?” he asks. 

“Hogging the toilet.” James fishes in the paper grocery bag for another vitamin water. 

Remus makes a soft, concerned noise. “Still?” 

“Still,” you confirm through a sigh. You nudge your bucket a few inches to the left so Remus doesn’t accidentally knock it with his foot. 

“He just doesn’t want to give up his prime real estate.” James kisses Remus’ hair, standing with the vitamin water in hand. “I’ll bring this to him. You lie down.” 

Remus, not usually one to be told what to do, eases himself sideways without complaint. He ends up half on top of you, his body between your legs and his head on your chest. 

“This okay?” he mumbles. 

“Mhm.” You sound just as exhausted as he does, and you didn’t even make the excursion to the grocery. “You’re really warm.” 

“Yeah, so are you.” 

You lay a clammy hand atop Remus’ limp hair. It’s the best you can do for affection right now: wordless commiseration. Your stomach has been twisting in knots and turning itself inside out since the early hours of the morning, and after spending hours taking turns with your boyfriends being sick in the toilet or a bucket or the kitchen sink, you seem all finally, thoroughly worn out. 

Remus falls asleep quicker than you’ve ever known him to. His slow, even breaths fan hot over your chest, lips smushed in a sleepy pout like he’s laying a kiss over your heart. The cruel lines slicing across his face stand out against his flushed skin. 

James comes back a few minutes later with Sirius in tow and Sirius’ laptop tucked under his arm. They make nearly identical pitying faces when they see Remus conked out on your chest. 

“Did he get any food?” Sirius asks, peering into the grocery bag. Where Remus is flushed with the fever from your shared illness, Sirius has paled, his complexion gone wan and greyish behind his curtain of dark hair. 

“I don’t know,” you mumble. “What’s with the laptop?” 

“He was leaving a review of the restaurant from yesterday,” James explains, setting the laptop down on the coffee table before collapsing back onto the couch with a sigh. 

“They bloody deserve it.” Sirius tears open a packet of crackers. He sets a few in James’ hand with a look that promises vengeance if he doesn’t eat them, then does the same to you. “Our story needs to be told.” 

“I didn’t say it didn’t.” James piles on top of you and Remus, practically contorting himself to rest his head on Remus’ thigh. It doesn’t look particularly comfortable. 

You eye Sirius where he’s curling up in the armchair. “Drink your vitamin water,” you remind him. 

“Eat your crackers,” he counters. “And sweetheart, I love you, but if you don’t move that bucket away from me I’m going to be sick all over the three of you.” 

Remus makes a drowsy whining sound, like he’s protesting this even in sleep. 

“I cleaned it out,” you say, defensive. 

Sirius’ nose wrinkles. “I can smell the remnants of vomit past.”

James reaches over, sliding your bucket across the floor. 

Sirius collapses back onto the throw pillow with a sigh. “Thank you.”

[britcision]

By the way friends, since I am being reminded that summer is here and therefore so is the heat, here are some reminders for you lot too!

1) active cooling, like an AC, does require you to remove heat and vent it somewhere else.

Nothing that does not vent hot air outside is going to provide active cooling, like magically making your whole room immediately colder

Never believe an ad that tells you you can instantly cool your space without a visible heat vent to outside they are lying

2) passive cooling absolutely does not. It’s slower, has a smaller radius, and is in general less effective, but also requires less energy

Things like filling all your sinks/bath tubs with cold water (or ice water for preference) will provide passive cooling

(You may have heard the term “heat sink” if you’re a computer nerd. Basically, same thing - you put the heat in your cold thing, your cold thing heats up, everything else cools down)

Depending on your humidity, you can do a lot of passive cooling with water - there’s a reason it’s our natural default, but it does require humidity less than 80-90%

(Because you need the water to be able to evaporate and leave)

Ice is, of course, king; if you have a freezer, make as much as you can ahead of the heat wave and keep it in water-tight containers for refreezing

If you don’t have a freezer, hotels have ice machines usually right by the elevators. Clearly you have a very good friend you need to drop off a charger for in the nearest inattentive hotel. Bring big pockets. For the charger.

Also, freeze dish cloths or small towels if you can, by lightly dampening and applying ice. This kicks ass for heatstroke on the back of the neck, so do at least 2 to have one refreezing while you use the other

3) if you sweatin’, you need electrolytes. This is why we’re told they’re specifically for work outs, but the truth is they are for sweat, because you lose salt and shit when you sweat

Get that hydralyte, whatever, and if you can’t immediately get your hands on proper official electrolytes, toss a salt packet like they have at fast food restaurants in your water

Normal water ain’t gonna cut it when you’re a sweaty spaghetti you must be seasoned

If you touch your tongue to the salt and it is wicked delicious, you are probably dehydrated. Add an extra salt packet or two

4) defy purity culture and spread your legs

For real

You lose a lot of heat through your grundle, and keeping your legs closed will trap that heat in your body. Open up and feel the cooling

Also applicable for arms etc be a starfish

5) do not fucking use your oven. Don’t.

Big hot appliance makes big hot home. If you can only possibly cook via oven, do it at night when it’s coldest and you can maybe get some cooler air by opening windows

Use the bbq outside, the microwave, the stove top, the air fryer, anything but your goddamn oven, but honestly? Maybe eat cold food. You will be cooled down

Charcuterie boards comeback round 2?

6) basements are OP, and anywhere you can lie on cold cement kicks ass until all your joints get fucked on by the hard cement

Pretty good for keeping water cold though. Stick it on basement floor

7) hydrate or die-drate

Seriously, we talked about electrolytes and shit, but I mean it. Drink more than you usually would, even if that means smuggling extra water bottles to your local drinking fountains and fill em

If your pee is orange you are dehydrated as hell

You can also eat wet bitches like watermelons to rehydrate yourself, slorp up the juice and if anyone complains tell them it is vital for your health

8) shade! Bring your umbrella, bring Big Hat, fuck the sun it is the enemy you wanna have something between yourself and it while you rest

Sunscreen also good but you do not want your head in the sun for long periods because sunstroke is a bitch and will sneak up on your ass

9) furries I am sorry this one is for you you NEED a fan in the fursuit and you NEED to take it off if you get tired or wanna nap

NEVER fall asleep in your fursuit in the summer, ALWAYS be prepared to get outta it in a hurry, and bring triple water or have a planned water stop

Inflatable folks too you are wearing a dinosaur or a pikachu not fur but that is still a goddamn closed environment and will also cook you

Manual fan, electrical fan, water bottles, ice packs are required for safe summer fun and probably also a shirt inside so you can go into ice cream store

10) con goers, save yourselves $15 and go to a dollar store or local equivalent and buy a cheap folding fan before the con

Bring it to dealers or panels or just out for the day you can buy fans at the con usually but they are marked up because they know you need it

[strawberrykidneystone]

sevika when female reader is sick:

this woman has an immune system made of steel, she can’t even remember the last time she was sick

so when you wake up feeling under the weather and shake her shoulder, telling her that you’re going to go rest on the couch to not get her sick, she pulls your ass right back into your arms before you can even try to pull away

grumbles that she doesn’t care if she gets sick, she’s not giving up her cuddle time with you!!!!

you weakly protest but quickly give in as your throbbing headache doesn’t allow for much thought

she presses a soft kiss to your forehead, one for comfort, two to check your temperature and you’re BURNING HOT

reluctantly after another half an hour of cuddling, she wraps you up in your shared blanket and gets up to fish out the cold medicine from your bathroom cabinet

she makes you sit up to take the medicine and drink a full glass of water before she lets you lie down again

wracking her brain for how to take care of someone when they’re sick, she secretly calls silco from the kitchen while you’re passed out on your bed because she doesn’t know wtf to feed a sick person

thankfully, she found a can of chicken noodle soup that she warmed up over the stove along with some other easily digestible food that would at least give you some strength

she nudges you awake she brings you the food in bed, adjusting your blankets as you sit up once again

if you pout and give her puppy eyes, she will sigh dramatically, but give in and feed you if you ask

after your done eating, she pulls out a small tub of vapor rub and tells you to pull down your shirt

you sleepily raise your eyebrows and grin, “you know if you wanted to see my boobs you just had to ask sevi.”

“you’re delirious,” she deadpanned with no actual bite in her voice, spreading the warming gel across your collarbones

yes she did steal a glance at your chest, she can’t help it!!!

when she cleans up your dishes and is about to go put them away, she feels your hand grab her bicep and looks back at you

“please stay” oh lord you’re trying to kill this woman

she sets the dishes down to be taken care of later and snuggles with you under the thick comforter, her on her back with you happily tucked into her side (your head on her boob)

she softly pets your hair and admires your sleeping form

pressing the back of her hand to your forehead, she sighs in relief when she realizes that your temperature has gone down

she will literally take off work until you feel better, she doesn’t like leaving you when you’re not feeling well <\3

says that this is her since you were always taking care of her wounds

a/n: i have a cold that i got from my roommates and it’s finals week someone please put me down

taglist: @archangeldyke-all @sevikasfan @maneskinwh0re @fandoms-will-be-the-death-of-me @lez-zuha @comfortripley @sunflowerwinds

[yvesssssssss]

Hi~ *cough**cough* do you open request? Could you write sickfic where Sakamoto days boys pamper reader that fell sick? I'm catching a cold currently and need some fluff fic🤒😷if it's too much then I'll just ask for nagumo

Sick Days with the Boys

Hope you feel better soon! Get plenty of rest and take care!

Nagumo Yoichi

Nagumo dramatically gasps when he sees you curled up under layers of blankets, sniffling. "Oh no, my beloved has fallen in battle… to a common cold." He places a hand over his heart like he’s truly in mourning.

"Yoichi, shut up," you mumble, voice hoarse.

But instead of teasing further, he leans down and presses the back of his hand against your forehead, his usual playful smirk replaced with something softer. "You're burning up," he murmurs. "Don't worry, babe. The world's greatest assassin is also the world's greatest nurse."

…Which explains why he disappears for twenty minutes and then returns wearing a ridiculous nurse’s outfit. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Nagumo grins. "A uniform is key to getting into character!" He twirls a spoonful of steaming soup in front of your face. "Now, open up, sweetheart. Say 'ahh'~"

Despite your glare, you let him feed you. He’s surprisingly gentle about it, blowing on the soup to cool it down before pressing it to your lips. "Good patient," he praises, tucking the blankets around you snugly. Then, without warning, he flops beside you.

"You'll get sick, idiot," you grumble.

"Then we'll be sick together. Romantic, right?"

You groan, but when he pulls you close, warm and solid against your aching body, you can’t bring yourself to push him away.

Shin Asakura

Shin nearly has a heart attack when he hears your thoughts before even seeing you. Ugh… I feel like I’m dying…

He kicks open your door like a SWAT team member, eyes wide with panic. "Who’s dying?! What happened?!"

You peek out from under your blanket pile, looking like a pathetic, sniffling mess. "…Me."

His whole body deflates with relief, but then his worry kicks back in. "You should’ve told me you weren’t feeling well!" He rushes to your bedside, hands awkwardly hovering like he wants to help but isn’t sure how.

"Stay still, I’ll—wait, do you need medicine? Food? Water? Do you want me to read your mind so you don’t have to talk?"

You sigh. "Shin, just lie down with me."

He stiffens. "But you'll get me sick��"

"Please?" You blink up at him, miserable and exhausted.

Shin groans but immediately kicks off his shoes and climbs into bed beside you, wrapping you up in a careful but firm hug. "Fine, but if I get sick, you're nursing me back to health," he mumbles against your hair.

You hum in contentment, already drifting off. "Deal."

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki walks in, sees you half-dead in bed, and immediately goes, "Damn, that sucks. Anyway—"

"Natsuki."

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, alright. I’ll take care of you."

You watch as he fumbles around the kitchen, somehow making tea and getting medicine without burning anything down. When he returns, he nudges you until you sit up, handing you a warm cup. "Drink. It’s not poisoned, I promise."

You raise an eyebrow. "…Was that a possibility?"

He shrugs. "Not saying yes, not saying no."

Despite his usual deadpan attitude, he sticks around, flipping through his phone while you sip your tea. At some point, he starts running his fingers through your hair absentmindedly, and when you sigh in relief, he pauses.

Then he keeps going.

"You’re weirdly good at this," you mumble.

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it," he grumbles, but his fingers never stop moving.

Gaku

Gaku stares at you like you’ve personally betrayed him. "How’d ya let a little cold take you out?"

"Ask my immune system," you deadpan.

Gaku huffs, crossing his arms. "Guess I gotta take care of ya, huh? Fine, but only ‘cause you look pathetic."

He disappears and comes back with an absurd amount of food—snacks, soup, even a ridiculous-looking fruit platter. "Eat," he commands, sitting next to you.

You take a bite and glance at him. "Aren’t you worried about getting sick?"

He scoffs. "Please. My immune system is built different."

Thirty-six hours later, he’s sneezing his lungs out next to you.

"You definitely got me sick," he groans.

You pat his head. "Guess it's my turn to take care of you."

"...Yeah, yeah. Just don’t tell anyone I went down this easy."

[3n-vi-ous]

little things about the obey me cast

lucifer

The Mom Purse™

has everything you could possibly ever need in his bag (which he carries around everywhere)

probably enchanted it to hold more than its meant to

always has to have some kind of non-water drink- usually hot tea or coffee

will never admit to it but he loves those super sugary iced drinks that barely have any coffee in them

very little spice tolerance. keeps a straight face because his brothers will jump on it SO fast

wears gel liner and mascara (would be a super pretty crier because of it)

mammon

talks to himself out loud when he's alone. will have whole conversations

eats SO much junk food but somehow stays in good shape (insane metabolism + actually works out at the gym with beel when he has the time)

chronic over exaggerator

incredible spice tolerance, will totally make fun of lucifer should he find out about his lack thereof

doesn't know how to say no (as seen in the game)

sleeps with socks on because the bed sheets are bad sensory

leviathan

once watched human world brain rot for shits and giggles and now he cant get it out of his head

wants to test if cocomelon works on mammon (spoiler alert: it does)

squeaks when he does a big stretch

could absolutely wreck somebody's shit but never thinks to in actual situations

not shy, just socially inept and bitter. he chooses not to interact

reads the devildom version of ao3 near religiously

satan

HAS to sit cross legged or some non-conventional way

doesn't matter what he's sitting on. its happening

totally the type to sit on a couch or armchair upside down with his head hanging off

doesn't like acidic food/drinks, it makes his teeth feel weird

would watch wendigoon if introduced. i think he'd love video essays (mystery flesh pit, anyone?)

writes personal notes in glittery gel pen

asmodeus

has a perfectly organized pencil pouch for school

once got swarmed by devildom geese. worst day of his life

steals his brothers' clothes ('i have to show you how to style these things correctly!')

would never stoop so low as to go to the casino, but is better at poker than mammon

will lie with the straightest face

eats finger foods with a fork because he doesnt like grease on his hands

beelzebub

comically easy to scare

takes really bad notes, even when he pays attention

has won several fangol games for his team

weirdly good art. mostly does chibi style doodles inspired by whatever anime Leviathan last made him watch

would cover for any of his brothers if they committed a crime (if they would even get persecuted- they are political figures)

if obey me was a musical, beel would be the one asking why everybody is singing

very smell sensitive, dislikes strong hand soaps, deodorants, etc

belphagor

always has snacks on him, in his bag, in the attic, etc

this came around because of beel, ofc

additionally, always wearing cargo pants of some kind when he's not in pjs. loves pockets

can do some sick knife tricks

not too far from canon, but falls asleep in weird places. often falls asleep sitting up, and if it's the only quiet place he can find he will absolutely pass out in a closet

would bring his brothers to the back of spencer's for the lols

diavolo

takes very large steps, mostly due to his height, and is very hard to keep up with

adrenaline junky. what with his inherent power, it just really gets him going to feel like he's in danger

can't say a tongue twister to save his life

likes party games like cards against humanity

hums to himself a lot, stims with the vibrations

the only one who can reliably tell when asmo is lying

loves lucifer for his dog and his dog alone /j silly

sometimes convinces barbatos to teach him how to cook. knows how to make some simple stuff

barbatos

probably cracks his joints really loud

can beat you up but thinks he's above it

has his own fandom of people who've got the hots for him

lucid dreams all the time

has an in depth skincare routine. shares tips with asmo

probably watches people sleep sometimes

i think it'd be cute if he sewed or crocheted or something in his free time

mephistopheles

has really expensive cologne

very low alcohol tolerance. also only likes fruity drinks

rolls his eyes SO much for literally no reason. he's just a brat

his devilgram is full of pictures of his horses

never learned to drive. always either on horseback or is driven by a personal driver

secretly loves white girl music

great with kids, pretends to hate him but he loves his brother

would totally get bullied on roblox

simeon

smells like lavender

once swore in front of luke and damn near died of shame

paces a lot when he's in thought

gets very in the zone when he's writing, hates being interrupted

absolutely wakes up november 1st and decorates for christmas. its not even a religious thing, he just likes the aesthetic

probably wears a really fancy watch he got from lucifer or diavolo

i mean this is kind of already canon but simeon would fall for someone he finds worth it

luke

knows all the swear words. will never say a thing

needs a nightlight to sleep but would rather die than tell somebody

likes to sit on simeon's lap and show him devildom brain rot because simeon doesn't understand what he's looking at

cant pronounce 'comfortable'

got simeon and solomon to get him a pet fish after he saw henry 2.0

the best at hide and seek, will not be found by anybody short of barbatos

if he were to have a discord server it would be all bots because he likes to play with them

solomon

sleepwalker

has scared the ever living shit out of simeon and luke in the middle of the night cause he's standing there dead asleep in the kitchen

cant stand silence. usually playing music or talking out loud when alone

gestures a lot when speaking

would probably kick a vending machine if his food got stuck

it'd be really funny if he ever got hit by a bus

his room is a MESS. only cleans it for luke (he likes to hang out in there) or possibly mc

[yukioos]

hi!! i love your stories, they are so cute!! :)

i was wondering if you could write one of aizawa x coworker!reader where once he realizes he has feelings for her he gets kinda nervous to say anything, and tests the waters by getting small gifts (example: a keychain she liked from one of the gatcha machines at malls) or doing small acts of service to try and figure out if she likes him too? and then a cute confession at the end ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪ thank u!!

i hope you’re having a good day!! <3

shota finally confesses his feelings to coworker!reader

shota’s feelings are extremely unprofessional.

he’s been thinking about you for weeks, nearly a month. as your coworker, he’s felt as if he shouldn’t have romantic feelings for you, shouldn’t be thinking about how his life would be if he decided to take your relationship further. you’ve been so distracting that his mind has been drifting to other places, to you, even while he’s teaching his students.

he’s trying to push the feelings away. he needs to be in top condition while he’s training the future generation of heroes, and when he’s fighting criminals in the streets.

but it’s been so difficult for him, so eventually, he accepts his feelings, though he still doesn’t know if he should act on them.

again, he decides his feelings won’t go away unless he tries to pursue you.

so one day after the students are done with school, and shota is done teaching, he’s writing paperwork when someone slowly opens the door, and it loudly creaks. he sighs, running a hand down his face and hoping it’s not an annoying coworker.

the top of a face peeks out from the door, and you pop your head into the room, eyeing a tired shota, hunched over and staring right back at you.

“come on in,” he says, softly smiling.

you grin and thank him, grabbing a nearby chair he often leaves near his desk for you to sit at. once you sit down, you place your matcha on your lap, not wanting to misplace or spill your drink on his important paperwork.

“mind if i just stay here for a bit? i won’t talk, i just don’t want to be alone right now.”

he nods, “it’s alright if you talk, you won't distract me.”

you hum in appreciation, but the only sounds that are heard are you sipping on your drink, shota’s pen slithering and making marks on the paper, and birds chirping outside.

in less than a few minutes, your head hangs down uncomfortably, and your hands are loose around your drink. when your drink almost falls, shota then realizes you’re asleep, and he immediately lunges to grab your drink. once he has it, he places it on his desk in front of you, in your range so you can sip on it when you wake up.

your neck looks like it's in an uncomfortable position, so he stands up and scoots your chair closer to his desk, gently pushing your back and placing your arms to lie on his desk. maybe then, your back and neck won’t be aching when you wake up.

he takes note of your bag hanging from your chair, and all the keychains on it. there’s a cute brown bear one, one he thinks you’ve called rilakkuma, a doraemon one, an onigiri keychain, a food which he’s seen you eat about a thousand times, and a star and stripe one, a hero you’ve admired from the states.

he’s heard you talk about gacha machines in your local mall, which most often dispense cute keychains in circular capsules. that’s where you get most of your keychains and trinkets from, which you normally display on your desk.

an idea suddenly pops into shota’s mind. you love matcha, why not get you a cute little keychain to show you his love? he’s not completely sure how to show you affection or care besides gifts and acts of service, but he wants to take it slow.

so once he’s done grading papers and you’ve driven yourself home after waking up, he heads to the nearby mall and unsurprisingly finds a gashapon shop. he walks in and searches through the rows of dispensers, finally finding a matcha keychain one, where there are different shades of green displayed on the dispenser. it must be the different possibilities of keychains.

so shota inserts a coin into the machine and twists the white crank. a capsule pops out, and he softly grins, putting it in his pocket and already heading back home. he doesn’t need anything else, but he’ll bring it to you at work tomorrow.

when the next day comes, and it’s after school hours, he stands in your classroom doorway and sees bags under your eyes. he frowns, you must be overworked.

“tired?” he asks, walking in and quietly closing the door.

you nod and yawn, then a hand places a small circular capsule on your desk. you tilt your head and look up at him, then glance back down at the capsule. gently putting down your pen, you open the capsule and unwrap the paper wrapped around the object.

a matcha keychain!

shota aizawa bought you a gashapon from a store. you think you’ve seen the capsule and keychain before in a mall nearby.

you blush at his thoughtfulness and murmur, “thank you.”

he shrugs, “saw it and thought of you. figured i’d just buy it, seeing how many keychains you have, and you always come in with matcha.”

you grin and kick your feet, teasing, “you pay that much attention to me?”

“don’t think too much of it,” he tries to frown, but can’t hold back his smile.

months after repeating this, he’s still buying you some small trinkets, and occasionally helping and grading some of your class’s papers. he’s a bit frustrated you haven’t understood his hints, all the love he’s poured into his gifts and acts, and you still don’t get what he feels for you.

so another day after school, shota comes to your classroom and closes the door behind him, the usual routine. he stands by your desk with a serious expression on his face, hands in his pockets. you drop everything for him, your paperwork, your pen, and put your hands in your lap, waiting pliantly for him to say something.

“i like you,” he states, and when you don’t respond in a couple of seconds, staring blankly at him, he gets embarrassed, cheeks redder by the second. he hides his face in his scarf and mumbles, “bye,” taking your silence as rejection and beginning to head out to his house.

“wait!” you reach out, standing up from your seat and walking around your desk. he stops dead in his tracks, turning back to you with an unreadable expression. he hums in confusion, and you ask, “i didn’t know how to show you my feelings,” then pause, fiddling with the hem of your hero suit, “do you want to go on a date tomorrow? if you’re not busy, if you’re up for it?”

his eyes widen, his body feels warm and loved, and he says a little bit too quickly for his liking, “sure.”

shota ends up sitting with you as you do your paperwork, and falls asleep peacefully on your desk, as you did with him.

this req was so cute! it’s a little bit longer than how my other posts are, sorry about that. hehe, thank you, i’m glad you like my stories! defo trying to write more about shota, thanks for asking me to write this. have a good day/night

[goshikisbaee]

Haikyuu Characters Taking Care Of You When You’re Sick ♡

Contents: Fluff

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Hinata - Panics at first, but quickly gets into “caretaker mode.” He insists on bringing you anything you need and will sit by your side, even if it means he catches your cold too. When he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll whisper, “Get better soon, okay? I don’t like seeing you like this.”

Kageyama - He’s awkward but deeply concerned. Kageyama follows instructions to the letter—if the medicine says “every four hours,” he’s setting an alarm. He quietly watches over you, his usual scowl replaced by an intense look of worry. If you thank him, he’ll grumble, “Just don’t get sick again.”

Asahi - Is so worried he almost calls an ambulance when he sees you feverish. He overcompensates by bringing every possible remedy—tea, soup, medicine, and warm blankets. He’s extra gentle when talking to you, his voice softer than usual. “I just want you to feel better,” he says, brushing hair from your forehead.

Daichi - Captain mode activated. Daichi ensures you eat well, take medicine, and get enough rest. He has a very dad-like approach, staying calm and collected but fussing over you constantly. “Rest up. I’ll take care of everything,” he says, tucking you in.

Sugawara - The ultimate caretaker, always knowing exactly what you need. He’s the type to play soft music and tell you funny stories to distract you from feeling miserable. He makes warm tea with honey, insisting, “This always works for me, so it’ll work for you too!” He also sneaks in extra cuddles.

Nishinoya - He’s super dramatic about it, acting like you’re on your deathbed. “Noooooo! My love is perishing!” But beneath the theatrics, he genuinely takes care of you, bringing you warm blankets and hand-feeding you snacks. He makes it his personal mission to make you laugh at least once while you’re sick.

Tanaka - He tries to act chill but is totally panicking inside. “You’re sick?! Do we need to go to the hospital?!” Once you convince him that it’s just a cold, he does everything he can to make you feel better—including binging your favorite show with you, even if he secretly hates it.

Tsukishima - Pretends not to care, but he’s constantly checking on you when he thinks you’re not looking. He quietly places a water bottle by your bed and makes sure you have medicine. If you whine about feeling miserable, he’ll sigh and say, “Yeah, yeah, just rest,” but you catch him sitting by your bed, watching over you.

Yamaguchi - He’s so sweet and attentive, making sure you’re comfortable at all times. He writes reminders for your medicine schedule and brings warm soup. “I read that drinking honey tea helps!” he says excitedly, offering you a mug. He gets really flustered if you thank him too much.

Oikawa - Takes such good care of you, constantly checking your temperature and making you tea. He dramatically complains about how worried he is. “If you don’t get better soon, I might collapse from stress!” But really, he’s sitting by your side, rubbing your back and whispering, “Please feel better soon, okay?”

Iwaizumi - A bit gruff but takes care of you in the most reliable way. He makes you food, makes sure you’re hydrated, and physically forces you to rest. If you try to get out of bed, he crosses his arms and says, “Lie back down. Now.” But he’s also incredibly gentle when wiping your forehead.

Kindaichi - He’s nervous but really wants to help. He brings you a ton of blankets and even awkwardly pats your head, saying, “Uh… just rest, okay?” He googles every symptom and freaks out when he finds the worst-case scenario.

Kunimi - Acts indifferent but won’t leave your side. He casually hands you medicine and lets you sleep on his shoulder while playing games. If you say, “Thank you,” he’ll mutter, “Don’t mention it,” but his ears are red.

Kyoutani (Mad Dog) - At first, he gets frustrated because he doesn’t know what to do. But once he figures it out, he’s surprisingly gentle. “Tch… just take your medicine, idiot,” he mutters, tucking you in with surprising care. He gets really quiet and serious whenever he sees you struggling.

Kita - Calm and practical. He brings you nutritious food, fresh tea, and keeps your space clean. “Take your medicine and sleep,” he says, pressing a warm towel to your forehead. He stays until you doze off.

Osamu - He makes you homemade comfort food and insists it’ll make you better. “Eat up, sweetheart,” he says, setting a tray on your lap. He doesn’t hover, but he’s always within reach if you need anything.

Atsumu - He whines about you being sick but takes care of you anyway. “Babe, why’d ya have to get sick now?!” He stays up late watching over you, though, even if it means he sacrifices sleep.

Suna - Doesn’t say much but is surprisingly attentive. He hands you medicine, tucks you in, and plays your favorite show. When you fall asleep, he stays close, just in case you need anything.

Tendou - He acts goofy to keep you entertained but is also super doting. “Sick little gremlin, I shall nurse you back to health!” He plays dramatic music while feeding you soup.

Ushijima - Treats it like an athletic injury—he makes sure you rest, hydrate, and eat well. “Your body needs proper care,” he states seriously. He sits beside you in comfortable silence, occasionally checking your temperature.

Shirabu - He lectures you for getting sick but takes excellent care of you. “You should’ve been more careful,” he says, handing you tea. He secretly watches over you all night.

Bokuto - Bokuto is so worried but does his best to help. “BABE, YOU’RE BURNING UP!!” He gets extra cuddly (even if you protest that he’ll get sick too).

Akaashi - Calm and efficient. He makes sure you rest and brings you comfort items without being overbearing. “Just relax, I’ll handle everything,” he assures you.

Kuroo - Flirts with you even when you’re sick. “You still look cute, even when you’re dying.” But he also takes care of you, making sure you’re warm and comfortable.

Kenma - He lets you rest on him while he plays games. He doesn’t say much, but he makes sure you have water and medicine. “Don’t move too much,” he murmurs softly.

Sakusa - He’s the most careful, wearing a mask and disinfecting everything. “I told you to be careful,” he sighs, but still holds your hand when you need comfort.

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