#he's probably a cinnamon roll outside of battle

[bastetnyan]

Bitch, I need this man to give me a REAL big hug

He looks so huggable- IDK SKSKSKSK

@cellsywellsy IT'S OUR MANS

[soupbitch-moneybitch]

comprehensive list of how ofmd characters would fare if tasked with destroying the ring of power in the fires of mount doom

would be immediately corrupted by the ring:

badminton twins

prince ricky

would use the ring for evil and/or chaos for fun:

calico jack (and it would get Weird(tm) )

spanish jackie (jackie loves her some eternal power over all living creatures in middle earth)

roach (love the guy, but the chaos would be too enticing)

ned lowe (duh)

anne bonnie and mary read (sometimes you gotta spice things up. god forbid women do anything amirite)

evelyn higgs (god forbid women do anything x2)

pre-stede, peak blackbeard era ed (his heart wouldn't really be into it, but it would be expected of him, and he'd do it for the image more than anything else)

would make an attempt to get to mordor but wouldn't make it:

pirate queen zheng (has too much power already, she'd pull a boromir, or more likely, pull an aragorn and accept that she can't be the one to take it, and instead would take down saruman and lead the battle outside the black gate)

ivan (has good intentions, but is too much of a traditional pirate and would inevitably get corrupted)

the swede (he would give it the ol' college try, but would get lost, and fall into the dead marshes, or get stepped on by a tree ent or something)

ed and stede (they would try, but would 10000% lose the plot, probably as early as rivendell when they start dicking around dressing up as elves and pretending to be elven royalty, and then, through a series of wacky misadventures, would somehow end up opening an inn in the shire and being completely unaware of the fact that all the hobbits really don't love having men living among them, but they sell cheap drinks and good food, and that's all hobbits really care about so they let them stay)

wouldn't go to mordor in the first place:

lucius (um, that sounds like a LOT of walking, and he has much better things to do)

pete (would volunteer, but it would be unanimously decided that "maybe you should sit this one out, bud")

wee john (the ring is too basic and tacky and wouldn't go with his Look(tm), and also he'd prefer to stick to what he's good at: napping, sewing, and arson)

archie (would be prepared to go, but the second she gets her hands on it, she would start using it as a party trick like, "lol, look guys, i'm invisible!" and then would inevitably get murdered by ring wraiths)

could go to mordor and destroy the ring, but wouldn't:

auntie (she could definitely destroy the ring, but she's too busy making sure the red flag stays afloat, and keeping the pirate navy in check--she doesn't have time for petty concerns like "the fight between good and evil")

buttons (mad galadriel energy--would be able to refuse the ring, and this would then elevate him to the next phase of his transformation into an all-knowing, all-powerful being, who is also probably a bird)

would make it to mordor but wouldn't destroy the ring:

frenchie (he gets to the fires of mount doom only to realize he dropped the ring somewhere along the way and has no idea where it is)

mary (could make it to mordor, but the feeling of power for the first time in her life after years of being subservient in a shitty society would make the allure too strong in the end)

jim (would probably become corrupted if they were the one carrying it, but could 10000% act as a cutthroat body guard throughout the trek)

would make it mordor and would be able to destroy the ring:

oluwande (the purest of heart, perfect cinnamon roll, too pure, doesn't know how to pronounce "china"--he would never become corrupted)

doug (he would be the sam to mary's frodo, but in a very casual chill way, like "oh, you're being corrupted? no worries, babe, i got it")

is gollum:

izzy hands

my assessment is perfect and correct, but feel free to add your thoughts if you think i'm wrong (but i'm not)

[valkyrieromanoff]

🎃 LATE NIGHT PUMPKIN PIE: FIVES X YOU (day 5 of 31)

synopsis: After a long time seeing each other, you and Fives finally manage to use the time to bake together.

warning: fluffy, establish relationship.

 a/n: Hello there, I don't know why, but in my head Fives was going to be a houseboy, while his partner saves the day. He's fought enough, he deserves a rest, hope you like it💖

ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ

ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ

ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ

It was late at night—no, probably midnight—when you sent a message to Fives via comlink. The chill of the season had crept into the halls of the Republic barracks, the cool air a subtle reminder that autumn had fully settled in. The Clone Wars kept your schedule precarious and chaotic, always pulling you in opposite directions, and with the battles at their peak, it was rare to find time to spend together. You couldn't help but wonder if the galaxy was conspiring to keep you apart—whenever you were returning from a mission, he was just heading out.

But tonight, or rather this morning, you had a brief reprieve. And you knew you couldn’t let this chance slip through your fingers. You quickly typed a message, your fingers flying across the screen as you hurried down the dimly lit hallways to the cafeteria. At this hour, the space was nearly empty, save for a few flickering lights casting long shadows. The clone troopers who had just returned from missions were likely fast asleep, craving their beds above all else.

The kitchen area was quiet, except for the faint hum of machinery, the air filled with the distant scent of warm spices that clung to the cool night air. As you spread out the ingredients on the counter—flour, cinnamon, cloves, and a vibrant orange pumpkin—you felt a shiver run down your spine, not from the cold, but from the anticipation of seeing Fives. You hadn't been together like this in too long. 

Just as you were starting to slice the pumpkin, Fives walked in, yawning, rubbing his eyes in a futile attempt to chase away the lingering fatigue. His armor clinked softly, but he had long since removed his helmet, letting the dim light cast soft shadows over his face.

“I hope you have a good reason for dragging me out of bed at this hour, mesh’la,” he teased, his voice still heavy with sleep as he approached.

“Isn’t seeing me reason enough?” you shot back, a playful smile on your lips as you met his gaze.

He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leaned into you, the warmth of his body instantly chasing away the autumn chill. “You could have snuck into my bunk, and we could’ve slept cuddling,” he suggested, his voice a soft rumble in your ear.

You bit your lip, tempted by the idea. “I admit, that sounds appealing, but I wanted to do something different. We never get a chance to do anything together, and I wanted tonight to be special.”

His brow furrowed slightly as he picked up on the slight melancholy in your tone. "Ahh, I see. So this is really about the pumpkin pie, huh?” he joked with a dramatic sigh. “Confess, mesh’la, you just didn’t want to fight with that pumpkin alone.”

A genuine laugh escaped you, your breath fogging in the cool air. “How did you know?” you teased back, rolling your eyes as you handed him a knife. The air outside seemed to echo your laughter, a soft breeze blowing through the cracks, carrying with it the scent of fallen leaves and the quiet promise of winter.

Fives grinned, and in that moment, the weariness melted from his features. You both settled into a comfortable rhythm, updating each other on your latest missions as you worked. His voice lit up with pride as he recounted how one of the prisoners he’d rescued from a Separatist base asked if he was an angel. You smirked, unable to resist a teasing comment, but you found yourself deeply content in the domesticity of it all. 

It didn’t matter that neither of you were expert cooks—the time together was what counted. The kitchen, dimly lit by the flickering overhead lights, was soon filled with your shared laughter. Fives opened a bag of flour too forcefully, and a plume of white exploded into the air, coating your hair and clothes. He stood there, looking half surprised, half amused as the powder settled over both of you, turning you into a pair of ghostly figures.

“Well, if we didn’t have a mess before, we certainly do now,” you said through giggles, swiping flour from your face.

“I’m just trying to get us into the Halloween spirit, mesh’la,” Fives quipped, his eyes shining with mirth. “A little flour never hurt anyone.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Right, well, if you’re going to haunt the kitchen, you can at least make yourself useful. How much cinnamon do you think this needs?”

Fives raised an eyebrow, leaning over to inspect your attempt at pumpkin pie filling. “Honestly? Not a clue. But if you want a real shock, you could try tasting it,” he suggested with a grin, nudging you with his elbow as he shaped the dough and placed it into the oven.

You sighed, feigning frustration as you added more cinnamon and cloves, stirring the mixture thoughtfully. A spoonful later, you frowned. “Needs more cloves,” you muttered, reaching for the jar.

Fives smirked, stepping closer, his thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth to catch a bit of the filling. Without breaking eye contact, he popped it into his mouth and hummed in approval. “Mmm, more cloves it is.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the intimate gesture, the warmth of his touch lingering long after. You quickly poured the filling into the dough, and Fives slid the pie into the oven. As the minutes ticked by, you leaned back against him, your body fitting perfectly into his embrace. The warmth of his chest pressed into your back, and his goatee tickled your neck as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You know,” he mused softly, his breath warm against your skin, “you’re not a bad cook. You might be ready to settle down and get married.”

You raised an eyebrow, twisting slightly to look at him. “Oh really?”

He nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, just imagine—I come home after a long day, greeted by the smell of fresh pies and kisses from my amazing wife. Except, of course, since I’d be married to you, I’d be the househusband. You’d be off saving the galaxy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Trophy husband, huh?”

“Absolutely,” he replied without missing a beat, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’d gossip with all the other stay-at-home husbands about how awesome my Jedi wife is.”

Before you could respond, the timer went off, signaling that the pie was done. Fives pulled it from the oven, and the rich, spicy aroma filled the small kitchen. The scent of cinnamon and cloves mixed with the sweetness of the pumpkin, creating a warm, comforting atmosphere despite the chill in the air.

You both sat down with forks in hand, savoring the first bite. “It’s perfect,” you hummed as the flavors danced across your tongue.

Fives grinned, leaning closer until his lips brushed your cheek. “Almost perfect,” he whispered before closing the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and sweet, much like the pie you had just made.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Baker!Luke Masterlist

a change of heart and a silver lining (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 18k

Summary: Calum’s not obsessed with routine or anything, but he does become accustomed to certain constants in life. Michael is always about eight minutes late. Ashton always records vocals barefoot. Calum always knows the person behind the register at Bake Station.

Except today. Today it’s a stranger, though admittedly a stranger who looks enough like Jack that Calum can easily connect the dots.

“Hi there,” says the bloke in Jack’s place, giving Calum a bright smile. “What can I get for you today?”

If this is Luke Hemmings, Calum’s fucked.

(OR: wrong number AU and strangers to lovers bakery AU battled and this was the outcome.)

and what if you'd never smiled at me (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum T, 14k

Summary: He opens up the loaf from the cut, exposing the pale inside that was previously encased by the dark crust. He wonders if you were to split people open whether they would match their appearance; he worries that his own exterior might be a little too much like the hard crust of his sourdough. Not Luke though. He’s pretty sure people like Luke are as soft and golden on the inside as they are on the outside.

x

Calum's really not happy about the new bakery that's just opened up down the road from his own bakery; it's gaudy and pastel and covered in flowers and is an offence to the name of baking. At least he's got a new regular to make him feel better about it all. One with a smile that can turn a day around just like that, even on a Tuesday.

Bake for me? (ao3) - 5sosquiff luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 8k (WIP)

Summary: Ashton's a chef Luke's a Baker

cake topics (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 39k

Summary: Every morning that week, Calum goes back to the bakery, collects his lemon bar, and sets up on the terrace with his laptop.

And every morning that week, he sees the tall guy with off duty model vibes, right around the same time, always carrying his iced coffee, always wearing a leather jacket. Since he’s all the way across the street, Calum doesn’t really get a good look at him beyond basic shapes, so the off duty model thing is based entirely on his build and the fact that he looks sort of effortlessly put together with his leather jacket and casual sneakers.

That’s probably why Calum waves like a maniac and blurts, “Hey buddy!” when he comes face to face with the guy when he’s in line for his lemon bar the following Monday morning.

Can't Deny The Moment When I Taste It (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 17k

Summary: “Constitutes. Big word! Trying to confuse me, Lucas?” Calum squints and brings one of his flour-covered hands back up to Luke’s face. Luke jerks back at first, but then he steadies himself as Calum’s pointer finger gently swoops around his cheek with purpose. Calum’s face is close, so close, forehead wrinkled in concentration, and Luke tries not to let his eyes linger on Calum’s lips for too long. He’s hyper-conscious of his own breathing, probably too loud and too fast and–

“There!” Calum says proudly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Now you’re Star Baker.” He picks up the bowl and holds it in front of Luke’s face. Sure enough, there’s a messy flour star printed on his left cheek.

I'm Going Blind from this Sweet Craving (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum T, 6k

Summary: “Bye, Luke,” Calum says. “Maybe see you tomorrow, and... Hope you have a great day too.” His face breaks out into a wider smile that reminds Luke of the feeling of getting just the right consistency for macaron batter, or a perfectly smooth finish on a cake, or the way good puff pastry flakes into the perfect fragments when you cut through a mille-feuille. Or something.

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A bakery au

I think I like you... even more than your cinnamon rolls! (ao3) - FernandaLC luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: Luke has been working in the bakery for one year. He really likes his job, he really enjoyed it. He dedicate three days on the week to make his cinnamon rolls. Everybody loves them. If that place was famous is for those delicious rolls. The blonde has been hearing comments of other people about his recipe, but one in particular, from a curly and handsome boy, makes him feel really happy.

on the list (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: He’s not sure how he wound up getting this particular email. He doesn’t know who Luke is, what Cake Topics Bakery is, or why he’s so fascinated by this tiny slice of bakery life. Maybe it’s because his own job is horrifically boring — even the most exciting day at the Jiffy Rentals back office is nothing compared to a purple and blue frosting mix-up.

Stand Again (ao3) - crash-queen aka stelleshine (stelleshine) luke/calum, michael/luke, jack/luke, michael/ashton E, 69k

Summary: The promise of a good pie brings Calum into Luke’s bakery one day, and Luke finds more than just a new customer.

Sugar With the Sweet Talk (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Luke’s hands are shaking as he carefully pipes frosting onto a three-tier s’mores cake. It’s for Michael’s birthday, and Luke wants it to be perfect. Michael may be a troublemaker and a pain in Luke’s ass, but he deserves a perfect birthday cake for taking care of Petunia while Luke was filming Bake Off.

Walk-In Trade (ao3) - cxmp luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: The perfectly-sculpted man is giggling at him, and that's not fair. Calum is only so strong, and at some point he will melt into a puddle and that's a threat.

An eccentric bakery AU.

wanna have a little taste (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 8k

Summary: “I told you I need to get these in the oven,” Luke says warningly. Calum tries to reach for the button on Luke’s jeans, but Luke uses his other hand to capture Calum’s wrists and bind them together. “After?” he offers, looking at Calum longingly. He’s trying not to let it show, but his eyes are just too expressive. Calum can see everything in those eyes, bright sky blue eclipsed by expanding pupils.

“Fine.” He doesn’t mean it. It’s not fine at all. He wants Luke and he wants him now. But he also wants brownies.

we can watch the snow fall forever and ever (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum, michael/ashton G, 11k

Summary: “Here, you got the last one. Enjoy,” Luke smiles, handing Calum the bag over the register. Calum’s eyes light up, taking the wrapped pastry from Luke. “I thought you said you were all out of everything?” Calum asks, tilting his head to the side.

“I’m full of surprises,” Luke quips, biting at his lip.

Or, Luke and Ashton open a coffee shop, and Calum is Luke's favorite customer

[uraharashouten]

Motion caught in Kisuke's peripheral, and his glance took in Wesson's chewtoy. "Too soon..." he murmured to himself, with a shake of his head. But his attention was shortly drawn back to Adelha's bustling, and the heady scent of butter, sugar and cinnamon, thick enough to carry him away. "I believe you had me at cinnamon rolls," he smirked, sauntering over to a waiting chair and settling himself as he indulgently watched her stir a generous portion of honey into his mug.

Her hands were notably naked; his brows raised at the scandal of it. He found his gaze lingering on the scars, that ring... "Did you forget something—" he began to murmur, only to catch himself. Of course it wouldn't be practical to wear those gloves for food preparation; one would need a different sort of gloves altogether, if any. And speaking of forgetting something—

"Ah... the green kimono?" He must have missed it, or perhaps subconsciously skipped over it; it wasn't the sort of thing he'd typically wear. "That would be a bit formal for breakfast, wouldn't it?" His protests would probably not fly with her, but it was the first thought he had. "The knitwear will be a welcome chance, thank you." It did sound remarkably comfortable, and considerably fresher than what he had on now... he felt a bit chagrined to have re-dressed in stale clothing, but only for her sake. It made little difference for him.

As soon as cinnamon rolls were within his reach, he'd help himself to one. "So... that was an entertaining and informative little documentary you left me..." he'd comment, once he'd had a healthy bite of the pastry and a sip of the sweet tea she'd prepared.

"It did fill in a few plot holes. But toward the end, there was an intriguing twist. I must say, I was a bit caught out by it. Tell me: is it ususual for a Bount to summon their doll outside of battle?"

Aqua decides to follow Urahara into the bathroom and crawl into the laundry hamper that holds a few towels and some socks. The kitten all but rolling around in the hamper as she plays with one of the socks. Truly, the princess is a very spoiled waif to have so many fun things to do. But she soon hops out of the hamper to make off with the sock and out of the bathroom. The little thief.

The kitchen would be filled with the scent of cinnamon and baking bread. Adelha currently adding frosting over a half dozen cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. Wesson currently laying by the back door to be openly rolling around after a very helpless stuffed doll. One that looks oddly like a certain former Captain, Gin Ichimaru with a grin and white hair. But Wesson soon drops the doll to scamper over to Urahara and follow him. As if to be a good escort so Urahara can easily find the kitchen chairs so he may sit down for breakfast.

Adelha gives Urahara a chuckle as she sets down the now empty container of frosting to then turn and fetch the now whistling tea kettle. "Cinnamon rolls. Along with fried rice and veggies. I was debating on either bacon or some grilled salmon to go with it. Since one of my favorite recipes is salmon baked in foil."

The lady Bount soon takes out a jar of honey to scoop a rather good spoonful of the honey into a tea mug for Urahara. Pouring in the green tea to then hold it out for Urahara to take. In hands that do not have her evening gloves on. So Urahara is easily able to see the old burn on her left hand and arm. As well as the ring she wears on her right hand. But Adelha is more interested in asking, "Did the green kimono I left by the bedroom door not fit you? If so, I can fetch you a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. They just will be gray and not green."

[missuga]

7:28 a.m.  — KUROO TETSUROU

“You cannot be serious.”

It was nearly impossible to keep looking away from Kuroo at the distraught tone creeping into his voice now, but you knew the smile you were fighting against would win the battle if you did.

So, you settled for a simple nod as you continued to stare at the menu.

The café was warm and smelled like pumpkins. It was a stark difference from the cold gusts of September air drifting along the sidewalk outside.

Your eyes had grazed over the messy chalk scrawled on the board several times now, each time you barely registered any of the words, too distracted by the tall man very obviously pouting behind you.

It was your fault, but only a little bit.

You’d dragged him out of the apartment almost at dawn much to his dismay, today was one of the only days he could sleep in and not have to worry about missing class.

“Do you know what you’re getting?” Kuroo asked stepping closer to you to squint up at the sign.

“Um, probably the new maple latte or something. I’m not sure yet.” You tilted your head to the side slightly waiting for his almost scripted response.

“Ohh, can you order me one too?”

Anything slightly sweet at all with any sort of caffeine usually got him hooked, even though he’d never order it himself, of course, that was too embarrassing.

“Will you be nice to me if I do?” You asked before rolling your eyes at the very fake gasp sounding from him.

“You owe me for coming out with you this early,” He started, crossing his arms across his chest as he did, “No one sane is out right now.”

“Oh chill out, you’re up earlier than this most days.” You rolled your eyes once more, ignoring whatever nonsense that came from him next, and stepped up to the counter. “Could we get two of the maple vanilla lattes, please?”

“One iced.” Kuroo nudged you and whispered.

“Sorry, can one of them be iced?” You asked shaking your head when the barista laughed, she most likely had heard Kuroo the first time. “Thank you.”

It only took a few minutes after you paid for the drinks to come out, and the way Kuroo cringed when his name was called out through the café was nearly audible.

“You’re lame.” He said under his breath before taking a sip of his drink. “So are you going to tell me the reason we had to leave right when the sun came up?”

“Bath and body works is putting out their fall line today.” You glanced at him before continuing “I already told you this yesterday.”

“Don’t you have enough candles at the apartment already?”

The way he sounded so serious drew a laugh from you, he’d asked the same question earlier.

Thankfully the café was right across from the store, you arrived only a few moments after they’d opened.

“Holy shit, there’s a lot of people in here.” Kuroo’s eyes were wide as he looked around, realizing finally why you wanted to get there early.

It didn’t take long for him to start wandering around after being stuck to your side for a few minutes, and it didn’t take any time at all for you to fill the basket up with what you’d been looking for.

“Smell this.”

You turned around and were met with a candle almost completely in your face and Kuroo staring at you with an excited expression. It was the cinnamon apple scent.

“I picked that out already actually, that’s a good one.”

“Oh thank god, this smells delicious.” He brought the candle up to smell it again, his mood seemed like it did a full turn from the café just from that one candle. “We need to hit a grocery store on the way home.”

“I thought you wanted to get back and nap? Isn’t that what you said in the café?” You asked turning around to look at him, a mixture of disbelief and amusement lacing your words.

“After we make something.”

“We?” You deadpanned, there hasn’t been a single moment where Kuroo actually successfully made something with you. He could cook on his own, but when it came to working with you it was a war zone.

“Okay fine, will you make me something?” Kuroo grinned at you and showed his phone, a recipe was already pulled up on it.

“Apple pie?”

He nodded eyed flicking to the candle in your basket and you sighed, for someone who didn’t want to even go with you to the store he was probably enjoying this more than you.

“Fine.” You shook your head, pushing the basket towards him as you reached the counter. “You’re buying this for me though, even trade.”

"Do you have anymore homework to do later?” He asked after you two had left the store, the bag of your candles and body wash securely in his grasp.

“Mm, no I don’t think so, why?” You’d purposefully finished everything yesterday so you wouldn’t have to worry about it this weekend.

“We should watch movies tonight, like we did a while ago.”

“Oh with all the blankets from our bed?” You couldn’t help smiling at that, you didn’t realize he enjoyed that so much. “That sounds good, want to get take out too then?”

“I kind of want soup.” Kuroo said after nodding, moving closer as you walked, his shoulder now pressed tightly against yours. “I don’t know why I’m in a cozy mood all of a sudden.”

“You’re a dork.” You laughed, but you knew exactly how he felt. Whether it was a mix of the cool air or everything screaming fall around, you loved it. “But yes we can get soup, or wait want to make soup with me?”

“You’re asking me that after last time we tried to?” He laughed, nudging your shoulder before wrapping his arm fully around you. “I will only if its chicken noodle.”

“You’re lame.” You pouted, mocking him from earlier as you leaned into him trying to ignore the cool air. “Fine, chicken noodle it is.”

[glitteryhellhole]

alright lets do this

here we go

Title: The Tent Fandom: Z nation Pairing: 10K x female reader Word count: approx 3k Rating: 18 Description: fluffy smut with awkward cinnamon roll 10K

A gas station. A real life, untouched gas station. Apart from the bloody handprints smeared on the concrete walls.

It didn't take long to sweep and secure the area, then fill up the truck and the reserve cannisters. Afterwards Warren gestured with her gun to the convenience store. “Look for anything useful.”

The place had been untouched since day one. Mummified hot dogs still sitting on a rack. The register hanging open- perhaps in the beginning some people had looted cash, but it didn't take long to realise money didn't mean anything anymore.

You shoved bottles of water and packets of candy into your rucksack before following Addy's gaze to the toiletries shelf. Pads and tampons, little travel-sized bodywashes, an actual toothbrush.

“It's a whole new kind of mercy,” she whistled.

You picked up the first aid kit and the two crushed boxes of painkillers, turning to ask Doc if they'd be any good- and found him and Murphy kneeling on the counter, pulling away the plastic panel which guarded the cigarettes.

Priorities, huh.

Loaded up, you looked around you. Warren was on watch so 10K had let his guard down for once and was poking at the faded magazines. You saw his pink lips move as he mouthed the titles to himself. Something familiar caught his eye, probably the one with guns all over, and he reached up- and the whole top shelf came tumbling down. Suddenly 10K was surrounded by glossy double-page spreads of unnaturally bronzed and perky breasts and butts.

He froze like an animal in a trap.

“Found what you're looking for?” Doc's voice was loud and his arms were cradling an impressive quantity of alcohol. “There's a lot of generic lesbians, over forties, asian fetish, but for a beginner I'd recommend-”

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a crash as 10K backed rapidly out of the shop, cheeks ablaze, taking down a stand of air fresheners and sending sunglasses skittering across the floor in every direction.

The rest of you laughed, for the first time in a while. Back in the truck and passing round bags of only-slightly-stale chips, you all agreed that the gas station was your best find in quite some time.

Except perhaps for the tent.

A little way back, a stranded family had been incredibly grateful for a tow out of the ditch, and had gifted you their spare tent. No ordinary camping gear, this thing was foil-lined and had a built in waterproof, cushioned underlayer. On an especially hot night you'd probably want it to yourself but the rest of the time it comfortably housed two people, keeping in the heat. You'd been taking turns each night, with priority to the injured, meaning that every morning there was at least one person who was fully rested and recharged. Ideal when every day was a battle for survival.

Of course, there was one other advantage to the tent. Privacy. Human needs didn't really get talked about in this un-human world, and whatever got overheard in the night would also go unspoken.

It was nearing dusk and you were pulling over to make camp. “Who's turn in the tent?” Murphy called out as he threw himself down on the ground. “Dibs.”

Warren, who was unloading a heavy bag, gave him a kick in the side. “Get up and help. I don't think 10K's had a turn yet.”

“Neither's she.” He nodded at you.

“Settled then.”

Murphy sniggered.

Since there was plenty of water, there was a rare chance to wash up a bit. Ladies first while the men stood watch with their backs turned, and then vice versa. Nowhere near to having a hot shower in privacy, but it was something. You noticed that 10K didn't bother putting his shirt back on afterwards as he squatted by the fire cleaning his weapons, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

How could somebody so skinny be so strong? Must be the result of life outdoors.

He raised an eyebrow and you realised you were staring. Oops.

“Here.” Somebody passed you a can of cheap beer that had come from the store along with the snacks and cigarettes. It was almost like being at a camp-out. The beer was gross but it gave you a nice warm feeling in your chest, and the idea of lying down somewhere soft started to seem quite appealing, so you said your goodnights and retreated into the tent.

You weren't sure how long it was until you were joined, perhaps you'd started to drift off- the sound of the zip jolted you back to your senses as 10K flopped unceremoniously into the tent, stretching out next to you. “Beer makes shoelaces hard.” He complained.

You giggled and sat up to help. “When was the last time you slept without shoes on?”

“Probably before my voice broke.” He scratched his head while watching you remove his boots and then said, “I'm not good at talking, especially to girls, but you don't scare me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I think?” You laid back down, closing your eyes and pulling your blanket over you. There was silence for a minute but it was oddly comfortable, the security of a warm person breathing next to you.

“What was your first word?” You asked into the silence. “I bet it was gun.”

“Actually it was primrose.”

“Huh?”

“My momma's favourite flower.” He rolled over onto his stomach, closing the gap between you, and rested his cheek on his folded arms. “I was six. Doctor said I wasn't learning but I was paying attention to everything. She used to take me to the library in town to look at all sorts of books, that where we learned to sign.”

You couldn't help but ask. “When did she...?”

“When I was nine. Pops wanted me to try and be a normal kid but once she'd gone he didn't want anything to do with the rest of the world and stopped sending me to school.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's ok.” He wriggled a little to get more comfortable. “Can you talk for a bit now?”

So you talked about your own parents, and your hometown, and it surely wasn't very interesting but 10K watched you intently as he sobered up, studying your face, and you hoped you weren't blushing. After a while you came to a natural conclusion in your story and realised that his fingers were twitching, as though he were nervous.

What's up?” you asked softly.

He blinked slowly. “Ain't always easy to tell when you're supposed to say stuff and when you're not.”

Unsure what to expect, you gave him an encouraging nod.

“Can I... touch your hair?”

Your heart started to beat a little fast and you nodded again. 10K's fingers reached out timidly to feel you hair, twisting strands and brushing them away from your face.

You hadn't felt human touch in so long, and you couldn't help but rest your head on his arm as he stroked. The pair of you seemed to breathe in unison. It was almost peaceful.

Almost. Apart from the little sparks of electricity that seemed to fizzle into life where your skin touched his.

Could he feel it too? It didn't seem so. There he was growing more and more serene, while you were   warming up in a way that had nothing to do with the insulated tent.

“Um...” You fidgeted awkwardly, trying to choose the right words. “10K? You know why they were giggling right?”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were closed. “People do stuff in the tent. Its pretty obviously I've never... y'know.”

“Does it bother you?”

“A bit, but its not like I can go meet a girl and ask her Pops if I can take her to the barn dance.”

You couldn't help but laugh a little. “I mean the teasing.”

“Oh.” He blushed slightly as he opened his eyes to look at you. “I get why, you're near my age and you're pretty. Any guy would be lucky to date you.”

Oh indeed. Maybe he did feel it then.

“You could...” You bit your lip and steeled yourself. “You could pretend that you were.”

He sat bolt upright, making you jump, and a wide grin spread across his face. “I could ask you on a picnic, at my favourite place in the woods.” His words were tumbling out fast from nervous excitement. “Make nice bread, Mom's special recipe with the dried fruit. And we could talk like we did earlier and I could pick you flowers and then I could kiss you.”

His lips were clumsy as they first met yours, but eager, and didn't take long to find a groove. You sighed and leaned in, one hand reaching up into his hair, and-

A single gunshot cracked through the air.

In an instant 10K was lurching for the tent entrance where his gun was propped. You reached for your shoes, panic rising in your chest.

“False alarm.” Doc's voice came from outside. “Nothing to worry about. Hey, you okay in there kid? Need me to give ya a quick pep talk on anything?”

“I'm good.” He zipped the flap back up then turned back to you. “Actually do you think maybe I should? I don't really know what to do.”

You couldn't help but laugh again. He was way too innocent for someone so good-looking.

You put and hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.  “Just do what feels natural.”

“Okay.” He gave you another wide grin, showing those adorably crooked teeth, and then practically launched himself at you, so you landed on your back and he was on top of you, lips moulding to the shape of yours. You gasped for air and 10K made an apologetic sound without pausing the kiss, propping himself up on one elbow so that you could breathe.

His hand rested on your stomach, fingers still for a moment before balling up your shirt and gently navigating the exposed skin. Tentative. Like soothing a spooked animal.

You reached your hand up to touch his shoulders, feeling hard muscle under surprisingly soft skin. Tracing his collarbones and around the back of his neck. He shivered and broke the kiss, and you saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

“Maybe I could take your shirt off too.” He mumbled. In answer you sat up and held your arms above your head. 10K pulled your shirt over your head- sending the little lamp tied to the tent roof swinging- then looked confused as his thumb hooked into the shoulder strap of your sports bra. You kind of wished you'd been wearing something nicer for this occasion, but you'd dressed for practicality before hitting the road.

“Here. Let me.” You wriggled out of the bra, trying not to elbow him in the process.

“Wowee.” 10K let out a whistle. “You look even better without clothes on. Why would anyone want to look at random pictures?”

It seemed like he could have sat there and stared forever, but you didn't have forever, and so you pulled him in to kiss again. He trailed his lips across your face and on to your neck, one arm supporting you from behind and the other hand landing on your chest, squeezing experimentally.

“Not so hard,” you gasped.

“Sorry. They're squishier than I expected.” He let out a humming noise into the crook of your neck as his fingers found a hard nipple and brushed back and forth.

You dipped your head down too, lightly touching your teeth to his throat. A low growl escaped and he pushed you back down, pressing his body close to yours, and you could feel his eager hardness against your hip.

10K tried the same move, nipping at the skin under your ear. His breathing was very shallow and rapid as he licked and sucked experimentally, moving down over your breasts.

“You taste good. But not in a zombie way.”

Your hands rested on his hips, fingers splaying out to softly squeeze his ass and then dipping below the loose waistband.

“Oh, wait.” He rolled off you to shed a pile of concealed knives and the little sharp discs that he used in the sling shot.

“What else are you hiding down there?” You smirked. For a moment he turned beetroot red and covered his crotch with his hands, but then met your smile with one of his own.

“Just means I like you and I like this.” He shrugged. “Do you-”

“Mmhmm.” You reached out to ease his trouser buttons undone, fumbling slightly, but you weren't nervous. It just felt right with him. “I like you. And I like this.”

He groaned softly as the restriction on his hardness eased and grabbed you for another kiss, this time hungry and slightly sloppy. 10K's fingers found the fastening of your own jeans and made quick work, tugging them down to your knees. Then he paused for a moment, putting a finger to your lips.

There was no noise from outside.

“We're good.” With a bit of awkward shuffling, you both shed your trousers and then looked at each other.

“We probably shouldn't go all the way,” you said almost reluctantly. “No protection and all that. But there's still stuff-”

“Anything.” 10K blurted out without a second's pause. “Everything. I'll do whatever you want. But not what you don't want.��� His tongue darted out to wet his lips again as he stared at you earnestly.

You felt a shiver travel down your spine. Nobody had ever looked at you quite like that before. Not just lust but something deeper, as though he was seeing through your skin and right inside you.

“Come here,” he whispered huskily, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You sighed into the kiss and slowly moved your hips, letting your centre rub against his as you straddled him, tangling fingers in his messy hair.

10K moaned something that sounded like “shucks” and you couldn't help but snort. What would it take to make him swear? You dug your nails in a little, catching his lip between your teeth.

“Want to touch you.” He moaned, gripping your hips. “Want you to touch me.”

You trailed your hand from his cheek all the way down to cup the pronounced bulge in his boxers and his eyes rolled back in his skull, but then he visibly shook himself and swatted your hand away. “Ladies first.” The hand slid a little clumsily down into your knickers.

You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against 10K's, feeling how hot his skin was. His curious fingertips traced your labia and in between.

“It's wet.” He sounded surpised, and brought a thumb to his mouth to taste.

“That's a good thing.” You felt a little self-conscious as you explained, watching him suck his thumb. “It means I'm, you know, turned on.”

“Show me how to make it feel good,” he murmured, lifting you off his lap and laying you back down before tugging your knickers all the way down and spreading your legs.

You took his hand in yours and guided him, showing him your clit. His marksman fingertips quickly picked it up and he kissed you again as he touched you. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah you're- oh, yeah thats good.” Your voice was high-pitched and breathy. 10K made a satisfied “hmph” and nuzzled into your neck. He smelled of safety. Less dirt and blood than usual, traces of soap, whatever he was using for hair gel, engine oil. Sweat but not in the just-been-running-and-fighting way, in the musky hormonal way.

The feeling swelling inside you was something you hadn't experienced, hadn't even thought about, in a long time. But here and now it was growing, consuming, and you couldn't imagine anything other than his touch, his hot breath on your cheek.

“Hey.” 10K's voice was husky again. “You need something else?”

You became aware that your hips were twitching. “A bit faster maybe?”

A moan escaped your lips as he obliged, and 10K grinned. “That's hot.” Then he cocked his head to one side, raising his eyebrows. “I assume girls can- y'know-”

“It looks a bit different but yes.” You were gasping now as you spoke, chest rising and falling.

“Do it for me.” He murmured, watching you as though hypnotised and biting his lip. His words and his gaze loosened the coiled spring that was weighing down your abdomen and the endorphins came rushing as you climaxed.

“Shh.” He pressed his mouth to yours and swallowed your moan, pressing his fingers harder as you moved beneath him until it became almost too much. “Do you want them to hear us?”

You shook your head, trying to control your breathing.

“Maybe you do.” He raised an eyebrow again as his fingers finally slowed to a halt. “I kinda do. So they all know what I just did to you.”

“Do you want your turn or not?”

That shut him up. He glanced down and you followed his gaze. He was still very much erect, and there was now a distinct wet patch where he'd leaked a little in excitement.

You pushed 10K onto his back and settled yourself next to him. “Let me know if something's not ok,” you told him. “I won't do anything you don't want.”

He nodded and closed his eyes. He flinched a little as you pulled his boxers down but then his face relaxed and his lips parted as you touched him.

“Have you done this to yourself?” You asked. “So you know what you like.”

He nodded, looking somewhat bashful. “A few times. But this is different. Better.”

It was your turn to grin as your fingers circled his erection and found a rhythm. 10K's head tilted back and the smallest of high-pitched noises escaped his open mouth. You lowered your lips to his exposed neck and sucked gently at the skin. There was a red mark when you pulled away.

“Mmmph.” He rasped through gritted teeth. “Again.”

“It'll leave a bruise.”

“Don't care.”

You began to create a trail of little hickeys down his throat and across his collarbones as you continued to stroke, and his tiny whimpers grew more frequent. You knew it wouldn't be long.

10K was holding onto you tightly, nails digging in, droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. “I think I'm gonna- ahh....” He seemed to lose the ability to speak as you attacked his neck again, eyes rolling back. A few moments later, his hips bucked and you could feel hot sticky warmth coat your fingers.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

So he did swear after all.

You kissed him again, and then looked down. “Um, got anything to clean up with?”

Still breathing heavily, 10K sat up and reached for his trousers, pulling a bandana out of one of the many pockets. “It's my least favourite. I'll burn it.”

Like the gentleman he'd been raised to be, he wiped your hand off first before tending to himself, then tossed the soiled cloth out of the way and pulled you close. You rested your head on his chest. You'd heard the term 'afterglow' but never really thought that it was a thing; it apparently was. The chemicals your brain was releasing and the protective hold of his arms made you want to laugh, and cry, and drift off to sleep, and run a mile, all at once.

Just for a moment, there was no apocalypse. There was only you and him and the little lamp above your heads.

It was 10K who broke the spell. “I need to pee.” he said apologetically. “Like, real bad.”

You laughed at the face he was pulling and threw his trousers at him. 10K slithered with some difficulty into them, kicking the side of the tent, and then stumbled outside.

You realised how cold it was now and reached for your own clothes. As footsteps indicated 10K's return, you could have sworn you heard the sound of a high-five.

“What was that?” You demanded as he re-entered the tent.

“Never mind.” He grabbed the blanket and laid it over you.”I  want to do that again. But we should probably get some sleep.”

“The whole point of the tent is to get proper rest right?” You scooted closer as he laid down, offering the blanket, but he refused, tucking it round you and then wrapping his arms round too so you were tightly cocooned against his side.

“Yeah. Sure.”

>>>>>Thanks for reading! This is the first fanfic i’ve done in literally years. Open to feedback and even perhaps requests :) PS i am v english so I apologise to any Americans insulted by my attempts at your words

[mindninjax]

Ok hear me out for just a goddamn second ok??

Allow me to fill your head with this image: 

Katsu comes home from patrol, it’s a particularly shitty day. It’s been raining, he’s cold and wet nothing really happened today so he’s restless and bored. His hair is dripping from the rain, his hero costume is clinging even tighter to him and mixed with the extra sweat from his warm suit and the cold rain he’s that gross cold sweaty wet that you get sometimes when you’ve gone for a jog during the winter. 

Basically he’s miserable. Is he being a little dramatic? Probably, but like would it be Katsu if he wasn’t a little dramatic? Yeah. Didn’t think so. 

He is ready to be at home and get in the shower and chill the fuck out and honestly sulk about how shitty the day was. He wants to go home and complain your ear off about every grueling dumb ass task he had to do today, one of them including saving a fucking cat from a tree for a kid. Like what the hell, he’s been through combat training with fucking ALL MIGHT! Why the FUCK is he saving cats? That’s NOT why he became a pro hero. He’s way too good and skilled to be worrying about shit like that.

Listen he’s a pro and he has all that lovely character development but sometimes, just a few times, “15 yr old Katsu’s” personality manifests and it’s valid as long as he can be pulled from his funk.

ANYWHOOO

He walks into the house the two of you share and it’s warm, smells like cinnamon and fire and he is instantly calmed by the familiarity. It’s smells like home, it smells like you. He puts the big ass gauntlets away in the cabinet specifically made for his weapons, takes off his shoes and is immediately searching for you. He’s ready to talk your ear off, for you tell him your usual “Don’t worry Katsu, you’re a great hero and it’s just a bad day” bullshit that you spew and even though he thinks it’s bullshit it’s not when it comes from you so he listens. 

He turns the corner, craning his neck trying to find you and hears you before he sees you. 

You are in the kitchen; you’ve got on your comfy brightly colored  mismatched socks that go all the way up to your thighs and one of his fancy white button down shirts. You don’t have on a bra, but cheeky red panties, and your signature gold chain that Katsu got you for your 2 year anniversary hangs right between your breast. 

You’re dancing around the kitchen a wooden spoon in your hand raised above your head as you hop and gyrate and shimmy around the kitchen. You use the wooden spoon as a microphone and serenade the many plants hanging from the stand in the kitchen. You’re singing September by Earth Wind and Fire, a song that can get even the grumpiest person out of a funk, very loudly and despite joking around you still sound pretty good harmonizing with the guy on the radio. 

You’re smiling that huge smile you had on your wedding day, the one that he always thinks about right before going into a battle with a villain and he’s once again shocked at how fucking happy and bright you can be from the simplest things. You’ve brightened the entire kitchen despite the disgusting gloomy ass day outside.

You don’t notice Katsu behind you watching your little show but he stands there and doesn’t disrupt you. He suddenly can’t even remember what he was even complaining about. This one thing has wiped his memory clean. You bobbing along and pursing your lips as you slide around on the linoleum and fling your hips back and forth, has completely changed his mood, a full 180 and he thinks “God I’m so fucking lucky I married this idiot.” 

When you finally turn to see him and scream at the top of your lungs in fright, he laughs a hearty gut busting laugh that literally brings tears to his eyes. 

“Why the hell were you just standing there not making any noise you big creep!” you yell at him as he straightens up from his doubled over position. 

“Didn’t wanna disrupt the show,” he teases. 

You push out your lip, pouting at his teasing tone. “But you still did! There’s an entire second verse left!” you say before sticking out your hand and beckoning him to you. 

He rolls his eyes but places his large hand in yours and allows you to pull him into the kitchen and into your arms.  “Your punishment is you have to join me,” you say pushing his wet bangs from his forehead and smiling up at him. he closes his eyes as the last bit of his frustration oozes out of him with your touch. The corners of his mouth perk up and you poke at them until he’s flashing you the smile he only saves for you. 

“You damn idiot,” he says pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You chuckle as you place your head on his broad chest, “Those aren’t the lyrics dummy.” 

He chuckles again and kisses the top of your head before the two of you sway gently in the middle of the kitchen

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a/n: If you’re feeling sad today, Go listen to September by Earth Wind and Fire. It’ll help I promise.💖

[ohhipstaplease]

idk if you're still doing prompts but nh + fluff 15? I'm sorry about all the fluff pieces but I live for fluff 😅

I’m sorry if it isn’t as fluffy as usual but I HAD to write something Team 8 centric to soothe my soul today. I can see this turning into a full fanfic though...at some point (I promise)

Fluff #15: “She’s/he’s not my boyfriend!”

After Hinata confesses to Naruto—and her “I love you” goes right over his head—Kiba takes matters into his hands to (finally) get the two idiots together.

Post Pain-Arc | Canon Divergence | Jealous (!) Naruto | Ao3

“You look cute today,” Kiba said nonchalantly to his teammate as she walked towards him. 

The Hyuga beauty had uncharacteristically pulled her hair up onto the top of her head in a high ponytail, her delicate features now on display for the world to see.

Hinata, already used to Kiba’s compliments, didn’t bat an eye when he said it, she simply responded, “Thank you! I just wanted to try something a little different,” She patted Akamaru’s head in greeting, the gentle giant licking her palm as she giggled.

Kiba took the opportunity to sneak up behind her and pull on her ponytail slightly, wanting to fix the slight hairs that were sticking out. He adjusted the simple lavender tie she had placed upon the top of it for good measure as well. 

Had anyone happened upon the pair, they probably would have thought there was more between them than a simple friendship, but they were used to it. Hinata didn’t even try to push him off, she simply let him fix her hair and looked up at him with a thankful smile when he was finished.

They were meeting up to have lunch, a much needed distraction after all the chaos that had ensued in the village during Pain’s attack. Unfortunately Shino was unable to join the pair for a well-deserved day off, leaving them to their own devices.

Kiba nodded as he stepped back and appreciated his work, “I like it. I’m sure Naruto will too,” He smirked.

She exhaled, her cheeks red and splotchy, “We’re not going to let it go, are we?”

“Hinata, you confessed to him.”

“It was in the middle of battle...spur of the moment,” She tried, suddenly regretting admitting to Kiba and Shino that she had, in fact, told the love of her life, Naruto Uzumaki, her true feelings for him. She knew they’d never let it go, not until Naruto gave her an answer either way. 

She just wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say. Even if he was ready to face what she had said to him head-on, “Besides,” she mumbled, “he didn’t even acknowledge it...”

“You told him you loved him...you literally died for him. How could the idiot not see it?”

She shrugged pathetically, “It is what it is, don’t worry, Kiba.”

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets when suddenly it hit him. An idea so genius, even Shino had to approve. Akamaru, sensing that Kiba was about to say something Shino would in fact not approve of, whined and hit his master gently on his leg with his paw. 

Kiba ignored him, knowing that what he had in mind was just too perfect not to share, “Hinata?”

“Yes?”

“What if...what if we made Naruto jealous? Just to make him see what he’s missing.”

“W-what?”

“It’s the oldest trick in the book, Hyuga,” He took her hand into his as if he had done it millions of times before, “We go on a fake date, act all cute and shit, and when he sees us together he’ll magically realize his feelings for you. You know, because someone else has what he thought was his and all that bullshit?”

“You’re insane.”

“I know what boys are like, Hinata.”

She looked down at their interlaced fingers and sighed, “You’re sure this will work?”

“If it doesn’t, I’ll pay for lunch.”

“And dessert?”

“As many cinnamon rolls as your heart desires.”

Hinata exhaled and nodded, “Alright. I mean, there’s nothing left to lose, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” 

Kiba led Hinata forward, Akamaru following close behind. He was sure his plan was going to work, after all, he barely had enough to cover his portion of lunch. That alone should have proved how confident Kiba was that he’d get Naruto and Hinata to finally acknowledge their feelings for each other. 

.

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“Okay, just follow my lead,” Kiba said as he spotted Naruto at his usual stool at Ichiraku. 

“Naruto! How are you? Healing up okay?” Kiba asked as he sat down next to the blonde, his hand still in Hinata’s.

Naruto squinted at them, tilting his head, “I-I’m fine. Thanks for asking...”

“That’s good to hear, we all deserve some time off after that mess, right Hinata?”

Hinata didn’t dare meet Naruto’s gaze, simply nodded and pretended as if he wasn’t even there. 

“Two bowls of pork miso ramen, please!” Akamaru barked and Kiba smiled down at him, “Oh right, it’s a special occasion. Make that three bowls!”

“Special occasion?” Naruto asked.

“Nothing you have to worry about, just celebrating a certain someone saying yes to a question I asked,” He said, looking at Hinata.

Naruto’s cheeks grew redder by the second as he studied them, “W-what?”

“I asked Hinata to be my girlfriend,” Kiba said, holding up her hand in his, “And she said yes.” He roughly pulled her into his embrace and pressed his cheek to hers, “Isn’t it great?”

Akamaru groaned behind the three, trying to ignore what was happening before him. It was getting a little too painful to watch. Kiba had never been known for his tact after all.

“So you two...are...dating?”

Hinata tried to interject, feeling sick over everything that was unfolding, “N-no we-” 

Kiba quickly slapped a hand over Hinata’s mouth and laughed, “Yeah! I confessed to her right after we got back to the village. I mean, it just seemed to be the right time and all, considering everything that happened.”

Naruto let out a breath and instead of continuing the conversation further, he flagged down Teuchi, “Old man, how much do I owe you?”

Teuchi quickly put up a hand and waved Naruto off, “Oh, no, we could never charge the village hero. Not after everything. Consider it on the house.”

Naruto nodded solemnly, gave a glance Kiba and Hinata’s way, and quickly turned to leave.

“Kiba!” Hinata said in a panic, “That definitely couldn’t have been a part of your plan!”

Kiba huffed, “Yeah...I didn’t think he’d just walk away like that. Maybe we need to try a different-”

Hinata ignored Kiba and decided to take matters into her own hands, what she should have done in the first place, really.

She got up from her seat, a flustered mess, and chased after Naruto. She screamed out without thinking, “Naruto-Kun!”

His head turned immediately towards her, his brow furrowed in confusion, “Hinata?”

“Naruto-” She panted, attempting to catch her breath as she caught up to him. 

“What are you doing? Aren’t you on...” He took a breath as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, a pout playing upon his lips, “Aren’t you on a date with your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” She yelled out, a little too passionately.

Naruto stifled a laugh at how ridiculously cute she looked. Her ponytail was slightly askew, her cheeks flushed and her lips ridiculously red from her biting her bottom lip. He had been biding his time since he had returned from the village, waiting to approach Hinata and talk about everything that had happened. About what she had said to him.

“Then why did he...”

Hinata sighed, so clearly embarrassed for going along with it. But...she quickly realized that Naruto was...jealous? She could see it in his eyes, the way he acted back at Ichiraku. He was clearly bothered by what had happened. Kiba was actually...right.

So she gathered her courage and firmly asked, “Why do you care?”

“Huh?”

“Whether or not Kiba and I are dating....why do you care?”

Naruto furrowed his brow, “I don’t, I-I just,” He groaned, “Hinata, it doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter!”

“Why!?”

“I told you I loved you!”

Naruto looked at her wide-eyed, clearly in shock. Of course he knew she had confessed her feelings, but...they were also in the middle of a battle. He thought that...that maybe it wasn’t true. It was an adrenaline-fueled confession that she would walk back the moment they got back. That maybe...maybe she meant she loved him like she loved her teammates. That he was her precious friend, just as Sakura and Sasuke were his. He never imagined in his wildest dreams that the girl he’d always taken notice of always wanted to protect had been watching him too. That he’d grow to want to take care of her, to ensure she was okay. He didn’t know what that meant then, but he did now.

He didn’t understand his feelings until that day, in the midst of battle, and it killed him to think it took them nearly dying for him to comprehend that what he felt for her was far greater than friendship. 

“I-I know...” He managed to mutter, “It was just such a crazy day, Hinata. I thought that maybe I misheard you, or that you didn’t mean it in the way you did. I didn’t want to embarrass you by bringing it up again. I mean...we haven’t even talked since we got back.”

“Then let’s talk,” She said, looking down and shyly placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I-I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

Naruto grabbed the same hand Kiba had intertwined in his earlier, and claimed it as his, protectively interlacing his fingers in hers and squeezing her hand for good measure. 

It wasn’t like with Kiba at all, Hinata realized. Her heartbeat was out of time, her knees felt weak. Feeling Naruto under her touch was nearly too much for her to handle.

“Oh..um...” Naruto blushed as he met her gaze, “I really like your hair up, you know?”

“O-oh,” She smiled as she looked away, unable to look at him head on.

“It’s really cute.”

“T-thank you.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, of course. Um, why don’t we go get something sweet, yeah? We can talk at the tea shop?”

“Okay.”

The pair, hands still intertwined, walked toward the tea shop, a blush upon each of their faces.

Kiba, watching from outside Ichiraku, smiled to himself as he said to Akamaru, “See boy, it all went exactly as I said it would. Didn’t it? Next thing you know, we’ll be helping Hinata pick out a wedding dress.”

Akamaru rolled his eyes and continued eating from the offered bowl of ramen. It was better to let Kiba think he had won this round.

“Ah, first love,” Kiba sighed dreamily as he sat back down on his stool, “I can’t wait to see it all play out.”

[autumnslance]

If you're still taking characters you know I gotta ask about Hien. But also any thoughts on Ilberd? O:

Give me a character and I’ll break them down:

Well then below the cut we go for these two very different men...

Hien Rijin

How I feel about this character:

Hien's a good guy with the smile of a pure cinnamon roll. It's almost weird to me when he gets an angry face, or more serious in general; his natural default just strikes me as good-natured and happy.

But he also has to be the leader of Doma, a symbol to his people as well as figuring out how to pull the country back together after 25 years of occupation--his own entire life, never knowing freedom or actually seeing his father and other elders rule and manage. So he has to figure it out, with some help, and reminders to delegate some things.

I really, really hope he DOES take Yotsuyu's history into account, and tries to find ways to change some of the societal issues that led to her, though I have low hopes there, given how utterly clumsily that arc was written in the Stormblood patches. Hien wasn't allowed to be a hero there by the writers, and it was frustrating. I could see what they were trying to do, but the story format wasn't a good one for the nuance that was needed for such issues.

Basically, he's a good guy, and a learning leader raised for it that now must put it all into practice, but the writers have to remember to let him be the hero they want to depict him as and make the changes he should after his MSQ experiences.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Cirina, especially after the Chronicles of Light story about how the Mol found him and all their time together, and Yugiri seeming to suddenly jump on board as well.

I can definitely see the ships with Lyse, given their ages and situations; a sort of comfort thing as they navigate the war.

I love all the WoLships with Hien too. There's such great potential for cheerful chaos there; he's got a very calming, steady sort of dynamic with the WoL, even as he joins them in shenanigans.

I also headcanon Hien as ace--even when in a romantic relationship. The dude's totally down for sex with his significant other, the trick is getting Hien to realize someone has an interest at all cuz he's adorably oblivious.

This may be related to his apparently not seeing Cirina's interests, nor realizing what the heck is up with the Buduga boys (which is its own grumpy post about toxic masculinity and predatory gay stereotypes played for comedy, but I digress)

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

His battle duo, lifelong friendship with Yugiri really needs more time in the spotlight. She's more than just a retainer.

The relationship with Gosetsu is also a great one, especially since Kaien's death and these two finding comfort from that in one another, in their own familial way.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don't know; I like Hien well enough but don't really think about him too much outside the parts of the story he is relevant to. Probably anything I've said above.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

That he would have been allowed to be a good guy and deal with Yotsuyu's former pimp reasonably and seen the hypocrisy in "but he's a good man now" while debating what to do with a brain damaged woman who couldn't even remember her crimes and was nursing her new adopted grandfather.

Also maybe that the alliance with the tribes of the Steppe had been handled a little differently. As it is, it's toeing some lines in using the Nadaam to convince the Xaela to help liberate Doma on the say so of the new Khan (which the tribes don't actually have to listen to anyway). It only actually works at all cuz Grynewaht chooses that moment to attack in his pursuit of the WoL, whose own Blessed charisma and battle prowess is what really convinces the Xaela to take the fight to the Garleans (which is its own shorthanded problem), but Hien's plan literally was just "try to win the Nadaam and use that leverage to get them to help me" and it really wasn't going to work.

Ilberd Feare

How I feel about this character:

One of the most effective antagonists in the game. A man so ground down by the events of his life, carrying so much anger, that his convictions twisted into something terrible and obssessed.

He got everything he wanted, but never got to see it, and so much blood was spilled along the way.

He's a tragic character--in the classic literary sense--and things could and should have gone so differently for him. Now all Raubahn is left with is regrets for his old friend.

I also think there are a lot of parallels between Ilberd and Emet-Selch that need more delving into; these two broken men who are willing to do anything and everything, regardless of cost, for the sake of a lost home, even betraying those who remind them of that home and family and could be of help.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

No one, really; he's too single-minded in his pursuit of his goals, too hurt and scarred to open himself up emotionally.

There are some really fantastic WoLships though, given the turmoil of events and emotions involved.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I wish we had more about his and Raubahn's younger days and their friendship before things soured.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

He's one of our best villains because not only are his motivations understandable, but what he does to the Scions and Raubahn is so personal, even though it's all part of his own ongoing plan and we just happen to be in the way of that, regardless of how he used to feel.

Hence me thinking there are a lot of parallels with Emet-Selch.

But Ilberd seems often overlooked or dismissed from the WoL's villain gallery as he's just a normal man (who happens to be one of the few darker skinned ones in the game to boot). Nevermind he is directly responsible for catapulting the WoL into two different expansion stories.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I dunno; Ilberd's tale is on such a steady trajectory that I can't see it going any other way, or at least there's nothing I'm particularly dissatisfied with. His actions and tragedy work for me, so I may have to think about that one some more, maybe after a replay.

[lovelikedestiny]

Hi! Long time no see :D

For the ask game: 3, 17, 18, 32 because I couldn't decide. You don't have to answer all of them, just pick whichever one you'd like to talk about. I'm excited for your answer(s)! <3

Heeeeyyyy!!! :)

Thank you so much! I'll always happily answer all of your questions, my friend<3

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Hmmm, I don't think so. It's not that there aren't amazing fics out there because obviously there are tons of them (and I'm thankful for every single one).

But every time I start to write down an idea and discover a fic where the same idea is used, just in a different way, I always have this irrational fear that people think I have stolen it when I post my WIP. So, to avoid this feeling I stopped reading fics when I was writing something.

Yes, I know how weird that sounds but this is how my brain works :D

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

When I had started writing fics I literally spent hours nervously checking my notifications, and I always felt so nauseous because I was so excited and worried too much that people wouldn't consider my writing as good.

But I also checked the posted fic several times for mistakes, logged out on Tumblr or AO3, thought about the way I had written something, panicked, logged in again, changed what I thought would contain an error, and logged out just to log in again seconds later because I was afraid that I had changed it to the worse.

I'm such a perfectionist that I'm racking my brain whenever I post something out of fear to have made an error in English since it isn't my native language. A fucking exhausting vicious circle, I can tell you that.

Please picture me doing this right now as I stare at the answer I posted a few moments ago.

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

To name at least two of them: "Nicky is angry with Booker but saves him because he's a freaking cinnamon roll", placed after the betrayal when a new mission forces them and Booker to work together, and Booker getting to know Joe and Nicky's relationship (outsider perspective on our immortal husbands).

But I'm still trying to convert most of my abandoned WIPs into ficlets or some of their ideas into other fics, so they wouldn't exist for nothing.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

I feel like I'm repeating myself, but what can I say?

What do you want to hear from me? [...] That my heart stopped because yours did too? - Safe and Sound, my very first TOG fic

 I am your armor in battle and your blanket in peace. - Tears on marble face, how could I forget the fond moments of emotional damage this series has caused?

Give me your soul and I'll give you mine, for us being eternal - Tears on marble face, I made myself cry writing this scene

Never to be able to see that little grin again, which is just the crook of the corner of his mouth, so subtle that it could almost be overlooked if Nicky's eyes wouldn't get as soft as the soothing sea under the caressing sun - Light in byzantine eyes, the just as heartbreaking sequel of Tomf

Nicky's last gasp, Yu...suf..., through bloody saliva and red teeth, the warm, pulsating juice of life under the jacket that Joe pressed on Nicky's chest, pleading, praying, crying, dying because Nicky was dying too. - Light in byzantine eyes, I literally ripped my heart out of my chest and put it into these two stories

[simp-for-mha-men]

𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕖 (𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕒 𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

A/N: Back at it again with my favorite teacher! This one’s pretty cute, at least to me. I was drinking my coffee this morning and had this pop into my head. I wrote more than I expected, but it is so freaking cute. Enjoy it!

Genre: teacher x teacher fluff with Aizawa, caffeine, and a friend 💞

Word count: 1.5k

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Mondays always started off wrong for Aizawa. Nothing ever went right. The coffee machine was usually broken almost every time, due to Present Mic somehow forgetting to work one over the weekend. This was the reason that Aizawa hated Mondays.

Class 1-A figured out that Mondays with their homeroom teacher were mostly spent in quiet solitude or with a minimal lecture. Tenya Iida, the speedy class president, never spoke a word unless he was asked a question. Katsuki Bakugou, the explosive Pomeranian, was bone-chillingly silent. None of the other students made any sudden movements that would disrupt their teacher. This was the way it was supposed to be.

However, one of Aizawa’s colleagues was always prepared. (y/n) (l/n) was a true phenomenon to him. Every Monday a new coffee beverage was in their hands. One morning in October, he could smell pumpkin and nutmeg coming from their tumbler. Sometime in June, before summer vacation, he could smell caramel and cinnamon. Each Monday, a new drink was to be introduced.

Although this Monday was just like every other Monday, Eraserhead felt that something was off. The weather was normal for this time of year. He didn’t forget anything in the dorm. What could it be? As soon as you walked through the door, his question was answered.

You came in with no coffee tumbler in your hand, dark circles under your eyes, and bandages on your forearms. In short, you looked like you had spent all night trying to quell a fight in an abandoned alley. It shook the erasure hero to his core.

In all of his years of knowing you, he had never once seen you in a such a state. It broke his heart. You were always so put together, but today, you had it worse than rough. He needed to do something to help you out.

“Shouta, I need help” you said, shocking him that you would use his first name. You usually only went by last names for the sake of being “formal.”

“What is it, (l/n)?”

“Come outside with me, please.”

When Aizawa heard it as a plea rather than a question, he sprung up out of his chair and followed you down the hall. 

It was still pretty early. The sun had just started rising about 10 minutes prior so no students would be out and about yet. What could’ve happened that made you need to talk to him? Did you apprehend a spy on the U.A. grounds? Could you have trapped a villain? What did you do?

“I know this seems a little bit strange,” you said, interrupting his thoughts, “but you’re the only one I can turn to for this kind of thing.”

Now he was really confused. You two aren’t close. Sure, you always said hello to each other in the mornings and waved as you passed in the halls, but you never saw each other outside of work. He thought you were a masterpiece. The way you carried yourself with such ferocity while holding kind eyes captivated him. You deserved to be in prison for being too gorgeous. It’s true.

“Did something happen to you, (l/n)?” he questioned.

“First,” you began, turning to face him, “call me (y/n), please. We’ve known each other for so long that you can also address me by my first name, Shouta. Second, nothing bad happened to me. Something happened to an innocent victim.”

You held out your right arm to Aizawa, nodding your head as a signal that he could unwrap the bandages. When he did, he was met with at least 20 little cuts that had bled pretty badly. They were all very tiny, so a knife couldn’t have done it. Actually, no weapon was small enough to make these cuts.

“The victim went into a mode of self-protection when I tried to help it,” you explained simply.

It? Why would you call a person it? Was the person so far gone mentally that they didn’t even deserve pronouns? What could’ve happened? You were always so careful on your missions. This must’ve been a dire situation.

You both continued walking until you made it to the front gate. You walked over to a bush and picked up a large, cardboard box. Placing it in front of your coworker, you knelt on the floor behind it.

“You’re the expert,” you stated. “I...I don’t know what to do for it.”

“(y/n), why would you--”

“Open the box, Shouta. You’ll get it.”

With trepidation filling his core, Aizawa reached for the box and slowly opened it. Once he saw the contents, he let out a gasp of shock. There, wrapped tightly in a lilac blanket, was a sleeping black cat. He noticed the cat was missing spots of hair on its head and ears, probably due to stress or a condition. It shook a bit in its sleep from a nightmare.

After staring at it for a little longer, Aizawa came to the conclusion that the cat was abandoned. You rescued a cat. However, it didn’t seem to appreciate your help at first. That’s why you had so many “battle scars.” It clawed you until it realized you were a friend.

“Did you give it any food?” Aizawa asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” you nodded, slowly standing up. “I picked some up from a convenience store not too far from here.”

“Did you check its gender?”

“No. It kept clawing me and wouldn’t let me see its stomach.”

“Did you properly treat your wounds?”

“I--”

You began to speak but immediately shut your mouth. Shouta Aizawa, the man you had been quietly observing for years, was indirectly asking you if you were alright. You felt your heart skip a beat. You’ve always thought he was hot, but never have you thought about pursuing a relationship with him. What would the other staff members think? Wouldn’t it be considered unproffessional?

“(y/n)?” he inquired again, louder this time.

“I-I didn’t. I was s-so worried about the poor thing that I didn’t think a-about my own h-health.”

You felt the rain start to wet your face. Wait, it shouldn’t be raining. You then realized you were crying. It was pathetic of you, but that was how your body reacted. 

“(y/n),” Aizawa began softly, “did you even sleep last night?”

Slowly shaking your head, you began to sob. Before you knew what you were doing, you flung yourself into a safe haven: Aizawa’s arms. 

He took a sharp breath in. He never realized that behind your strong facade, you were extremely fragile. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you, and you nuzzled your face into his neck. Sinking down to the ground, he began to realize something. It felt comforting. It felt warm. It felt....like destiny.

During your crying session in Aizawa’s arms, you both failed to realize your furry friend was yawning and waking up. It crawled out of the blanket carefully and slid into your lap. Nuzzling its face into Aizawa’s leg, the rescue fell asleep once again.

You both looked down in affection. Your eyes were soft, and you giggled at how easily it fell asleep again. Aizawa showed a soft smile before glancing over to see your expression. You were a gift to him. He had to take advantage of that.

“Hey,” you said, poking him.

“What?”

“Female. Kohii.”

Aizawa tilted his head, letting a smirk grace his features. “What?”

“It’s a female cat, and I’m naming her Kohii.”

“You’re naming her coffee?”

You nodded your head, sadness leaving you. “Yep! It reminds me of you.”

When Aizawa’s expression changed, you realized what you had just said. Slapping your hand over your mouth, you looked away from him quickly. 

Instead of getting angry, he let out a chuckle and picked up your new friend. “Since you got to name her, you owe me something.”

You quickly snapped out of your trance, trying to ignore the blush on your face. Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Obviously. We’re going to take care of her together. Nezu will grant us permission, I’m assuming.”

Aizawa nodded his head. “Of course he will. However, I need something else.”

“Oh, come on!” you sighed. “What is it? Money? Want me to grade your class? What could you possibly want from me?”

“Coffee.”

His simple response shocked you. He wanted....coffee?

“What kind?” you questioned, cocking your head to the side.

��The kind that lets me drink it with you.”

Now, you knew your face was red. You quickly turned away, missing the mischievous glint in his eyes and smile. Scoffing, you tugged on his scarf. He fell completely backwards, eliciting a belly laugh from you. It was music to his ears.

“When?” you questioned, finally glancing at him.

“Now.” he responded.

“Sure.”

All three of you were smiling. Yes, all three. Kohii couldn’t exactly express it, but she was on the inside. You could tell. It was as if you three were the perfect family.

Standing up, you offered your hand to him. He gladly accepted it and picked up Kohii after gaining his balance. You all headed off campus, and everyone was happy. 

“You know,” you began, “we should prank Yamada next week.”

“Rig the coffee machine before he breaks it?” he asked.

“Oh yeah.”

[thatdoctorharvey]

Pilot

I decided to do a little bit of both with this. Kind of a mix between headcanons and a story since I couldn’t bring myself to do one or the other. Sooo...Here you go!

Warning: Mention of death and some PTSD

Your past tends to get the best of you...a lot.

Being a pilot for the Air Force was no joke. You remembered every time you saw your colleagues get blown up or the times you had to crash land. Never again did you think you would ever want to see a plane, let alone mention one..

Until you met Harvey.

He was such a cinnamon roll and you found yourself intrigued by him.

You two soon became close friends and that’s when you found out…

“This is Dr. H at...52 North 43.5 East...Seeking aerial response...Is anyone out there?”

You wished you hadn’t been standing in the doorway at that moment. Flashbacks of being in the plane began to flood your mind. You remembered your best friend being shot down over seas and you having to watch their plane explode on the nearby ship. The ship you were supposed to land on to refuel. You remembered having to crash land in the ocean. Jumping from the plane and watching it hit the water was one of the scariest things you had seen. You were very lucky you had given out your coordinates before you crashed and someone had come to get you.

“Someone’s there?!”

You came back to reality at the sound of Harvey’s voice. He sounded very excited. Had he actually contacted a pilot? Better yet, when was the last time he did?

“Er...I mean!...Standard ground report: Wind at 3 Clicks, 36 Degrees North of West. Ground temperature at 42 Kraggs. Humidity 53%. Dr. H out!”

You slowly began to walk into his room as he stood, doing your best to be quiet but at the same time not startle him. He looked so...flustered. Why was he so flustered over that? It had become so normal to you to do standard checks with the grounded troops. Nothing exciting.

“Yikes, my pulse is soaring…”

He even sounded a little winded. How cute.

“Hey Harv.” You happily greeted, keeping your shaking hands behind your back as you tried to recover from your little moment.

“Gah! (Y/n)!” Harvey managed to get out.

“What’s got you so flustered? Meet a pretty lady?” You joked and playfully nudged his arm.

Harvey offered a little smile, moving his hand to hold the spot on his arm you had touched. He had to take a short moment to catch his breath but did eventually speak.

“Ah well...You see, I was just on my radio here...and I made contact with a real pilot!” His face was practically beaming, lighting up more when he realized something. “As a matter of fact, we can probably see him flying overhead right now!” And boy, it didn’t take long for him to reach the window. “Quick, get over here!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you walked to the window. Harvey was practically bouncing in happiness as he looked outside and saw the plane passing overhead. It was a peaceful ride. You’d had many of those as well, especially in training. As much as you hated to admit it, you did miss flying. You missed seeing the world below become so small and letting yourself be...you. You’d always felt so free when you were the pilot. It was when they sent you into battle that you decided you couldn’t do it. You felt lucky that an injury permanently took you off duty. Your hands, that were still behind your back, slowly and gently touched your lower back, where your permanent scar from emergency surgery was. You were lucky you weren’t paralyzed from that day.

“As a kid, my dream was always to be a pilot.”

You came back to reality once again and looked to Harvey, who was still looking out the window.

“...But with my bad eyesight and crippling fear of heights, that dream started to fade away.” He took a breath and looked to you, immediately fixing his posture and offering a smile rather than his frown. “It’s okay...don’t be sad. I’ve grown to accept my situation in life. Not everyone can achieve their dreams...it’s just the way the world is.”

You couldn’t help but match his smile. Both of you had forced one for the other, but both for different reasons.

“Can I...Can I sit down?” You suddenly asked, your legs beginning to shake. You had to tell him.

“Of course! Is something the matter? Have you eaten today? Nothing bad right? Are you tired?” Ah, the usual doctor hat.

“No! I-I’m fine...I just…” You looked to his stool, moving to sit on it. “You say you made contact with a real pilot. Have you ever done that before?”

Harvey shook his head, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to double check that you weren’t burning up. “No. I’ve been trying for years and...Wow...sorry I’m just…”

“Harvey.” You grabbed his hand gently, his face going from excited to worried when he felt yours shaking. “What if I told you that you’ve been in contact with a real pilot for almost three years now?”

Harvey rose a brow but still began to check your vitals. “I would say you’re trying to suggest something. I’m not sure what. I’ve never had anyone respond to me before.”

“Harvey.” You had to grab his shoulders to keep him still. “I’m a pilot...Well, not anymore. I was an Air Force pilot. An injury sent me home permanently and that’s why I took over grandpa’s farm.”

The squeals that came out of that man were ungodly.

He was excited. Like. Very excited.

“Why did you never tell me?! How did I never find out until now?! What was it like?! We’ve been dating for two months, how did I not see this?!”

So many questions and answers. Some storytelling as well.

That was how he found out you were afraid of heights as well and boy did that give him a big confidence boost.

You mostly told him good stories, wanting to see him smile and laugh and geek out. It was absolutely adorable.

He did notice when you began shaking again and asked what was wrong. It was then that you opened up about a bit of your war experiences and how you had some PTSD from them. Of course, he was very understanding and offered you as much support as humanly possible. He made sure you ate something and held you close as you talked out some of your experiences.

Once you calmed down, you looked up at him. He had the biggest grin on his face.

“Hey, let me show you my model airplanes. I just finished the new TR-Starbird deluxe set!”

[harveywritings92]

Welcome home!: Hawks x Older! OC

Summary: Keigo (Hawks) age 23 pro-hero #2 and a model who can't cook for crap! so one night after patrol he's wandering back home with his convenience store dinner, and notices a lady, Tsukino Akibara age 27 occupation: Librarian; walking home by herself when he noticed a man was following her, he decided to intervene and walk her home, and as a thank you she makes him dinner, now Keigo can't seem to stay away, though a lot of people are wondering if it's the food or the pretty girl that's keeping him around.

Kino's quirk is called Push-pull: she can telepathically pull people or objects towards her or push them away, the drawback is that is she overuses her quirk can cause temporary blindness.

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"Whoa! you seriously need to eat six bowls of rice for dinner?!" The brunette said gawking at Hawks who nodded downing his fourth helping of rice, he just got done telling the older woman the strict diet the commission had him on since childhood a healthy light breakfast, lunch was always his call, and end the day with a hardy dinner, they're starting to not really care what he eats so long as he does his job! Kino gawked at the winged hero in astonishment she knew Keigo ate lot... but six with every meal?

"How much food should I even cook with that much rice..." she muttered then looked at her tiny blue rice cooker that she's had for years. *The poor thing will never make it...* she mentally shuddered then snapped out of it when Keigo held his bowl out for another helping to go with his hamburger steaks, Kino complied and watched in awe as Keigo downed the half the steak in one bite. *He kind of reminds me of my old dog Poro...* she hummed having mini flash back of her late childhood pet... then was brought out of her reminiscing by the blond holding his bowl out to her. *Another?!* You smiled tightly and went to the kitchen while thinking back to how this all started...

[Tsukino was walking home late after a long day of work walking this late in the night would invoke fear and wariness over every movement creeping in the shadows... Kino however was numb to it all it had been three years since her ex husband left her... the empty silence and loneliness seemed to be her only companions... The brunette didn't even noticed the sleazy man eyeing her, from the bus stop she passed nor did she hear his footsteps coming up behind her...

She was almost in his grasp when a chipper voice called out. "Hey honey! Sorry for not meeting you at the station I fell asleep!" a blond man with red wings smiled sheepishly as he walked up to Kino who looked at the young man bemused, before his gold eyed glanced behind her and he frowned. "Who are you?" he asked briskly the brunette women turned to see her stalker gawking like a deer in the headlights, before putting his hand in his pockets and walking away with his head down. "You gotta be more careful being out this late, I saw him tailing you from the bus stop." Tsukino eyes widened as her hands gripped her bag.

"Thank you...I" she was cut off by the man's stomach growling he blushed putting he hand on his belly. "It was no problem I should probably grab some dinner now." you saw him walking away with bag convenience store bentos, and in a moment of pure impulsiveness Kino grabbed his arm."Say eating premade store food all the time isn't really good for you, um why don't you come over to my place? I'll make you something."  

She wasn't expecting him to say yes, but next thing she knew was making him homemade onigiri which the blond man who introduced himself as Keigo ate in under 30 secs and was getting ready to leave when, Kino stopped him again. "Why don't you comeback whenever you feel hungry after I've grocery shopped of course." again you weren't expecting Keigo to say yes. "All right gimme your number." and with that an odd friendship began....]

That was nearly six weeks ago...

Kino was slack-jawed as she was watching the winged hero still in awe as he asked for another bowl of rice, only to find the cooker completely empty. "I'm outta rice!" she said eye twitching, Keigo said that was fine and continued eating the rest of his food, after his plates were clear; Kino still felt guilty for losing the battle to his monstrous appetite, so she cut up some apples and sprinkled them with some cinnamon sugar and brought them out to Keigo. "Hey, I know you're still hungry sooo..." she trailed off seeing Keigo slumped over her table with his head resting in his arms as his breaths came out steadily. "Huh...ya gotta be kidding me, he fell asleep?" she said surprised putting the bowl of apple slices on the table; Kino went to get a spare blanket and draped it over Keigo's shoulders the wing man didn't even twitch.

"Hero business must really take the wind out of you..." Kino hummed patting him on the head before going back to the kitchen to do the dishes as she was finishing up she heard Keigo wake up. " mm, *checks clock* Oh crap! it’s already this late!?" he sputtered quickly grabbing his goggles and jacket. "Well it looked like you were sleeping well, I didn't want to wake you." Kino said wiping her hands on her apron. "Oh by the way I left some apples..." Hawks cut mouth full. "Aw rlawredy tate em'! (I already ate them!)" he tossed the bowl her way which the brunette caught with her quirk she gawked at the empty bowl astounded and gently set it down on her counter and went to meet Keigo by the door and the winged hero turned to her.

"Thanks for meal Kino, I'll text if I can come again?" 

"You don't have to ask my answer will always be the same."

With that Hawks took off for his night patrol, and Tsukino when to look through her mail pile for that electronic store catalog she saw earlier... 

The next day the silver eyed brunette arrived to a large electronics store, intending on buying a brand new rice cooker, but first decided to have a little fun. testing out video games, playing on the display tablets and lounging in a massage chair for few minutes, Before finding her way to the small appliances aisle.

Kino felt a little overwhelmed by the different Rice cooker brands and tried to remember when she bought her old one and how much it cost, but then remembered she was a broke high schooler living on her own bought it at a yard sale, that was like eight years ago! and she didn't know how long previous owner had it for!

 Eventually a clerk noticed her looking lost and decided to help her, unfortunately the clerk was obviously looking out for their quota and Kino found she'd gone a bit over budget with her new toy..."Looks like I'll be taking double shifts..." she mumbled to herself patting her new Rice-cooker while continuingly telling herself it was a very necessary purchase, and as it turned out it was able to meet all of Keigo's rice needs when he stopped by for dinner again that night! 

a month later...

Kino was woken up by a text from Keigo. {Hey I'm pretty busy tonight, so I won't be able to come over sorry 😞] the short woman blinked as she re-read the text. {Okay! don't push yourself to hard! 😊] she sighed before rolling over to looked at the ceiling wondering what she'll do today... Keigo told her he's interested in western cooking and has never tried pulled pork before she was gonna make that tonight! even searched the internet for a slow cooker recipe that she'd been dying to try out! she puffed out her cheeks as she got up and her vacuumed her living room, then went to do the laundry...

{not noticing the little red feather following her around.} 

"Hmm, maybe I should go visit auntie's grave." She said to herself it had been a while since she went to clean the headstone, she got on the phone with her friend Shun. "Yeah I was thinking of going this Tuesday… yeah I can meet you there, haven't been there since school!" she hung up and looking at the tv to see a KFC Commercial with Hawks flying around eating a bucket of chicken and her stomach growled. "It's lunch time!" She cheered deciding not to cook and got some cup noodles and peach juice, before sitting down to read something...

"I've already read this book." She huffed decided to go to the library (the feather from earlier snuck into her bag) and went to get a few new books and she spied a few magazines with Hawks on the cover, but decided it was too weird reading about someone that she cooks dinner for almost every night and left them alone... 

On her way back the owner of the butcher shop she frequents called to her. "Say missy those Chicken legs you were asking about are on real cheap today!~" Kino smiled at him. "that's okay I'm fine today!" the man looked at her like she grew three heads. "Hey... ya better not be cheating on me with another meat vendor!" he joked the brunette giggled and waved him off.

"Tonight dinner will be whatever I want." she mumbled as made her way home as soon she got home Kino sat down to read a book on the rules soccer as her cousin's son had joined a club was curious. "Holy crap!...I never thought kicking a ball around would be so complicated!" she sputtered gawking at all the rules and regulations. "Urhg, all this sports jargon making my head spin, think I'll take a bath." she said getting up from the beanbag she was sitting in and going over the a pink drawer and pulling a purple bottle out of it.

"Shun gave these bath-bombs for a birthday gift, never really used them before." she said getting the bath ready as Kino was opening wrapping on the bath bomb, nearly choke on her spit when she saw it was Easter themed it was supposed to looked golden chicken but instead "hehe.. it-IT LOOKS JUST LIKE KEIGO! HAHA!" the feather that was chilling outside her bathroom bristled as she burst out laughing as she put it in the water. "Oh wait... I should've taken photo, dang!"

Now that she got a few minutes to think to herself quietly Kino didn't realize how lonely she was feeling. "Spending the whole day alone like this... feels long and tiring." she sighed then noticed her arms and belly were looking kind of gummy... "Jeez... A month of eating the same meals as Hawks and without excising I'm starting to get pudgy..." she huffed getting out of the bath, later when she was getting ready for bed Kino stayed up to do a word search puzzle when she heard something on her balcony... scared she looked around for a weapon as using her quirk would be a bad call in this situation, as she didn't want to accidentally kill someone; grabbing a random object she crept towards her balcony door.

The short woman swallowed hard as she opened the door only be greeted by Hawks sitting on her railing sipping a can of coffee. "Keigo?" Kino blinked bemused as the blond turned to look at her. "Oh hey you are awak...why are you holding a toaster for?" he asked brows scrunched up in confusion, the silver eyed brunette looked down at what she was holding, sure enough! in her frazzled she grabbed the toaster to defend herself with. "Uh.. I was just putting it away..." she said using her quirk to put it back on the counter, the wing hero hummed as the brunette cleared her throat.

"So what are you doing here?" 

"I'm taking a break from mid-night patrol, figured I'd see if you were awake.."

"Oh, so you going back out?"

"In about five minutes, why?"

Hawks cocked a brow as Kino was quiet for a moment he frowned mentally preparing for her to try and kiss him or try and drag him to bed with her, (like all the other girls that just wanted to be friends...) instead he was confused when she told him to sit tight for a second, and disappeared in inside she came out couple minutes later. "Hold your hand out." she said Keigo complied and Kino grab his hand the blond felt shock go through him, and his wings fluffed up a little as the brunette woman gave him this a small bundle wrapped in a cloth. "A bento!" she chirped as Keigo's jaw dropped slightly he looked down at the bento then back at her stunned.

" I don't have anything warm other than onigiri though..." she said apologetically as Hawk kept looking at her wide-eyed then shook his head. "Urm, it's fine thank you...I gotta go." he muttered avoiding eye contact his ears were burning as he took off into the sky. "Goodnight Keigo! be safe!" Kino called after him before turning in for the night.

{Meanwhile the head of the commission received pictures of Hawks frequently visiting as certain brunette and did not take kindly to this one bit. and decided to put an end to to these little trysts at once. "I look forward to meeting you miss Akibara." she smirked confidently... Not realizing just who she was threatening.} 

[skampi835]

Letters (Mitsunari x reader x Ieyasu)

This is another contribution for the Unloved Characters Month event, hosted by @the-moonlight-dreams. Because I had so much fun writing the two before. Motonari: Hell of the Living & Yoshimoto: Corolla Promise. I really wanted to do another one (like an addict).

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Language: english

Starring: Mitsunari x reader x Ieyasu (no real pairing though)

Genre: Fluff 

Warning: none

Prompt: Day 22 - Letters

Word Count: 1.400

Also I have absolutely NO IDEA why the heck Mitsunari’s on this list of unloved characters!😳 I mean, come on!😭😭 Mitsunari’s like the politest, sweetest cinnamon roll on earth (besides Vincent). Hope you enjoy!

"You're smiling like sunshine, again. Is there any good report?" You’re asking, while pouring tea into cups, which sit on the desk. Mitsunari’s raising his head thoughtfully, with that warm, angelic smile of his. "Yes, Lady (y/n). There was a very lovely letter in between again."

“Oh, was there?" Jokingly replying, you’re placeing the teapot on the desk between the two of you. You just brewed it a few moments ago, even though Mitsunari insisted in offering you tea in the first place, when you arrived with his mailing. But you're quite aware, that under no circumstances you should letting him work with boiling water or tealeaves, because you knew how clumsy Mitsunari could be sometimes. Besides it doesn't bother you at all, spending some time with Mitsunari and getting a break from your chatelaine duties, for he was always the politest among the warlords, when you’d first arrived in the Sengoku period. "Is it one of those love-letters?"

You are calling them love-letters in jest, since the first one had arrived a few weeks ago. "You know it's not such a thing." Mitsunari snickers lightly and its sound is warming your heart with delight. "But it's a very comforting letter with good advices I'll have to reconsider. Whoever's sending me this letters must care deeply for me."

A soft smile blooms on your lips as you’re reaching for your cup. "That's awesome. I'm so happy for you, Mitsunari.” Honestly you are more than relieved and thankful as you’ve thought, ever since these short messages from an anonymous individual started.

Mitsunari had a rough time lately, struggling with his self-care, after an incident that happened one month ago. During a combat against some threats from the Ouchi-clan, almost a devastating mistake had slipped through Mitsunaris calculations. It was thanks to Mitsuhide, that nothing dangerously had happened, for he was the one in charge of Azuchi, while Nobunaga was fighting on the front. Prescient thinking, Mitsuhide assumed a siege towards Azuchi, whereas the war had focused with the heated battle. This had made him evacuate the civilians inside the castle walls. Thanks to the kitsunes quick thinking he averted bloodshed among the village and prevented a great loss for Azuchi and the Oda.

Sadly though, Mitsunari’s miscalculation had left him so deeply crestfallen, that he’d fallen back in his old bad habits, even more than usual. It took you an amount of effort, dragging Mitsunari out step by step, of the cloudy thoughts, he’d locked himself to. Lastly it was thanks to those words written in these letters Mitsunari had received for a while, that he’s finally able to smile again, honest and candid.

Plus Mitsunari’s doing a great job, caring about himself again, besides for a few known issues. His place looks more organized, although with a few stacks of books. He’s even almost having a proper meal daily, looking rested and at ease. You had not enough words of gratitude for this unknown individual, who had sent Mitsunari the letters, lifting his spirit in a quite peculiar way.

Mitsunari was so confused when the first letter arrived and after your request, he had lent it to you.

“Stop worrying the people and get some sleep already!

You made a mistake, so what? It happens sometimes. Nothing bad happened, so pull yourself together.

The townspeople are talking that you’re looking tired and they were annoyingly noisy, that you weren't smiling during your last visit. You know how pesky that blabber is?”

There wasn’t any hint to the sender of this letter and after you finished reading, you were puzzled and worried about those harsh words towards poor Mitsunari. You recommended to just ignoring it, but Mitsunari was strangely solemn. “Ignore it? But Lady (y/n), the writer of this letter is probably right.” He confessed mournful and guilty. “I am worrying you and the others, don’t I?”

He’d looked so sad and lost, but after a good night’s rest, like the writer has requested, Mitsunari opened up again. He allowed you to help him, eliminating the mess in his room. Together you slowly established a new routine, that’s good for his self-care. Every time when one of these few letters arrived once in a while, Mitsunari’s amazing bright smile returns on his lips.

“What does this one say?” Curiously you’re asking over the rim of your teacup, that you just had a sip of. Mitsunari’s gently folding the letter and circumspectly tucking it back into its cover, while he's gifting you with an honest and featherlight smile. “It says that I’m not alone, when there’s a tough decision.” He answers with calm in his voice, pausing for a little while, searching for his following words. “I am sorry, but I’d prefer to keep the accurate choice of words a secret this time if you don’t mind.”

“Oh... But of course not.” Compliable you nodded, smiling mindful. “It’s a message just for you, after all.”

Mitsunari’s radiant smile’s remaining ever so lightly and beautiful on his handsome face, brightening even the sunny day outside. “Thank you, for your kindness, Lady (y/n).”

_____

After your nice break, with a delicious cup of tea and some pleasurable chat with Mitsunari, you’d left Hideyoshi’s manor with a good feeling, in order to continue your duties as chatelaine. It was nice, seeing polite Mitsunari so much calmer, than a few weeks ago. His reservation had occupied and saddened you very much, to the point of aching. Seeing him now with the same charming smile and kind yet clear alertness in his amethyst eyes, that you’ve grown so familiar with, makes you almost impossibly happy.

As you returned to Azuchi castle you’re catching sight of someone familiar who was just about to leave, before he spotted you. “Just when I decided not wasting my time any longer.” He mutters in his usual snarky tone. “Ah, Ieyasu, I totally lost track of time.” And you’ve nearly forgotten! For a while now Ieyasu had finally given in to your constant whinings and secretly prosecutions - that weren’t that secret at all - to teach you medical herbalism, biweekly. But telling him that, would’ve make him reconsider this decision, so you quickly add: “I’m so sorry, Ieyasu. I visited Mitsunari before and I guess I’d got a little distracted.”

“You guess?” Ieyasu’s bored scrutinizing glare is drilling through you, while he crossed his arms before his chest. But after a while, he unpleasant sighs. “It can’t be helped. It’s too late for your lesson today.” You’re sighing distressful, which made Ieyasu even looking more annoyed. Exasperated he avoids your gaze. “I can spare some free time tomorrow afternoon. But don’t you dare set me off again! My time’s too valuable.”

With relief you’re smiling happily. “I would never! Thank you, Ieyasu!” -- “You don’t have to thank me for that.” He’s answering stroppy, lifting his gaze again. “How is he doing?”

“He...? Oh, you mean Mitsunari?” You’re asking amazed, before a cute, joyful smile is curving your lips. “He’s doing great, lately. I’d like to believe he’d got over his personal rock bottom.” Suddenly you’re beaming a grateful smile towards Ieyasu. “Your letters helped a lot, truly.”

Regardless of Ieyasu, narrowing his eyes doubtfully, you go on: “Mitsunari showed me the first two letters and the characters are quite similar with your scrawly handwriting in some way. So I figured, that maybe you’re the unknown writer.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I don’t care. I don’t write letters.” Ieyasu answers brusque shooting a tetchy frown in your direction like a silent warning. But it couldn’t blur your smile nor falter the knowing look in your eyes. “You always insult Mitsunari, when he’s around you. Yet the last time you spoke with Masamune you’ve said, that it irritades you, seeing Mitsunari’s letting himself being pushed around, when he’s got such an extensive knowledge. I’d like to think, that you’re secretly admiring him.”

If Ieyasu was shooting with his glare before, now he’s definitely striking you down with his killing glance. “What are you babbling?” He blurts out, snapping a painfully irritated “Idiot.” as an extra. Without any hesitation, Ieyasu’s trudging off, his scarf fiercely wafting behind him.

“See, now I have a reason! Thank you, Ieyasu! See you, tomorrow!” You shouted cheerfully after him, whereas Ieyasu just grumpily groans, while he’s hurrying to leave the castle.

[diffuserlover]

hi love !! may i please get personality ship with ateez, txt, and enhypen (but with the hyung line only/sunghoon and up!!! but if you originally shipped me with someone in the maknae line, i'd also love to know too !) i got so carried away with writing, so you can cut the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) girl with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark on my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with), and i am an i/enfj (i got 51% extravert 49% intra the first time, then 50% for both the second time!! ) and i honestly agree—i’m an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up.

i’m extremely passionate about the issues and people i care about and the goals and dreams i have. I’m creative, patient, an extremely good listener, caring, a social butterfly, and extremely hardworking. my friends always told me of my heart of gold and how perceptive i am of the people around me—noticing immediately when something is wrong and trying to make them feel better. I’m also very headstrong, detailed, and determined!! my friends also call me a nerd since i’ve had all a’s since kindergarten—i LOVE school/education and would describe myself as intelligent. i really like that i’m empathetic and motivational to those around me. it’s really easy for me to show my affection, adoration, and support for someone because i just want everyone to feel loved and safe :( i HATE seeing my loved ones sad, and when people usually have problems about anything (from family to just school), i’m the one they come to talk to because of my warm and openminded heart. I love sharing happiness with my friends in their goals and always hype them up no matter what, and it makes me so so so so happy seeing my loved ones content, comfortable, accepted, and just knowing that they mean so much to me and that they’re loved. im also really, really funny (my fave personality trait of mine tbh)!! I’m always cracking jokes and laughing (sometimes for no reason LMAOO). i would be in the library at like 7 am with my friends and struggle with stifling my laugh from jokes i told </3 although i’m extremely nice and outgoing, i’m not afraid to stand my ground (most of the time) and am super defensive (esp about topics like blm, antiblackness in our world, cultural insensitivity/appropriation, sexism/racism/ableism/homophobia), so if someone says some shit out of pocket, i will not be afraid to put them in their place !!! a lot of people (especially older/more traditional folk) do not like that but i could care less <3 some useless facts about me: i love love love afrobeats (nigerian gyal here), some k-pop groups (bts, txt, enha, ateez, gwsn, p1h, and some 2nd gen groups!), and r&b (rihanna and bey and aaliyah <33). i LOVE to play roblox, i’ve been to 14/50 US states, i can do VERY simple makeup, people often think my nails are acrylics bc they’re long and i love doing nail art on them), and i know all the lyrics and adlibs to enhypen’s given-taken 😋 if i could describe myself in a word, it’d be openminded!! and my dreams for the future are 1) to be truly happy and comfortable (which includes finding my true love <33) 2) to make a change on the people around me and the world itself (preferably through healthcare so i can mend health disparities in POC and low-income neighborhood!!), and i love junk food (I SHOULDNT but it’s so good). I also LOVE law and order svu and forensic files, princess and the frog, tangled, and penthouse !!!!!

I also love to go out and explore—whether trying out a new restaurant in the city or a newly opened amusement park or trying something new, like skydiving (or some other crazy but fun idea), trying recipes from around the world, or trying sledding for the first time! at the same time, i like really chill, mellow spending-time-alone-or-with-one-other-person activities like baking (my favorite treat to bake is red velvet cupcakes and cheddar bay biscuits) and dancing !! (i’ve been a dancer for more than 12 years!!). i can also speak more than 5 languages (including korean!) and i’m always saying random phrases (like thank you, i love u so much!, gtfo my face, that sucks ass) in a random language too LMFAOOO. i often think being a coffee/cafe lover is a personality trait (i love love love love love coffee) i also love accessories (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, etc) and would die of happiness when the day i can wear matching accessories with my s/o comes. i also love cleaning/keeping my spaces clean and i hate a dirty house </3

besides being my bestfriend who i can kiss and whatnot (hehe), my ideal type is a TALL (like my 5’9+/i’m already tall but pls .5 of an inch taller would be enough) man who has eyes for me and only me !!! they may look cold/cool/mysterious/laid back at first glance (like “yeah haha 🙂" to any other girls but “hi baby what can i do for u today to please the loml” with me <3) but turn into the sweetest, warmest, cutest honey bun once i get to know them! (kinda like me)!! ALSO a man who can pull off all black outfits like those are my FAVORITE omg. he needs to be FUNNY and have a BIG sense of humor (like i want to laugh every second i’m with him and laugh so hard that our stomachs start hurting and we beg each other to stop making jokes type of humor), fashionable (so i can learn fashion pls and wear coordinated outfits with him). i just want a boy who i could talk to and listen to for HOURS. like i would follow him into the bathroom as he showers and sit on the toilet and just listen to him talk about his day or vent to him, but also a boy that loves comfortable silence!! like we can spend the whole together and come back to the house where im studying and he’s working on a personal project so that just being with him makes me feel warm <3 i want a s/o who’s willing to go out and travel with me so i could take off guard pics of him and make him my wallpaper until he begs me to change it. im also not good at conflict so if conflict arises, id love a boy who knows how to talk me down and open up the room for conversation and make me feel safe and not as if im confronted or wrong, someone where we can just talk, resolve our problem, and make it up with a hug or night out!! this kinda leads to me wanting a relationship where we both help improve each other and our flaws (for example some of my flaws are callousness, taking things to heart sometimes, and not opening up easily, etc), so i’d really appreciate a relationship where my partner and i can help each other grow as people. i also love love love to cook, so i’d love an s/o that loves cooking with me and teaching each other how to cook each other’s cultural foods (i would love to teach my bf how to cook jollof rice and have a cookoff one day). i also want a boy that i can tease (i love to tease people omg) <3 like i could say “u look like a cute tomato when u blush <3333” to “and that’s why you got a fat ass head” and we’d just laugh and he’d tease me back <33 I like ALL 5 of the love languages (im a hopeless romantic ik) but my top 3 tied for 1st are quality time (HEAVY ON THE QUALITY TIME i want to spend everyday with my bf at chinatown or a new city exploring), words of affirmation (someone who reaffirms me of their love continuously, supportively, and in sweet ways), and acts of service (cooking my favorite food when i’m down, doing chores that i cant do when tired). men who are really expressive through touch are also ideal <3 i'd shy away from pda, but inside the house i’d be so happy yet so shy and flustered when they express their love through touch (like laying in my lap so i can play with their hair, holding my hand while watching tv, cuddling while talking about whatever). OR like the SLIGHTEST compliment or act of love (LIKE BACKHUGS OR HOLDING HANDS OR KISSING MY BEAUTY MARKS OR FOREHEAD KISSESJSJSJSJ) i’d just love to be really appreciated and loved and also show the same love, support, warmth, closeness, and happiness to my bf <3

THANK U SO MUCH AAAA i honestly cant wait for my ship!! have an amazing day/afternoon/evening <3

Hiii! Thank you so much for requesting!! I really hope you like it!! Btw you seem like the sweetest person ever and you are literally perfection<3

ATEEZ:

I ship you with...

Seonghwa

Okay! I literally was going between Mingi and Seonghwa the whole time but when reading your ideal type I was thinking more Seonghwa!

You said you like someone who is kinda cold on the outside but sweet when you get to know them and Seonghwa is literally the definition of that🤣

He can also pull off those black outfits you like(I’m simping lmaoo)😚

Wooyoung might disagree but I think Seonghwa is funny and you guys would always make each other laugh😄

He would 100% wear matching outfits with you(he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling)😆

Seonghwa would be open about his feeling with you🙂

He truly appreciates that you always listen to him and will always just let him talk out his day(he always lets you talk first, what a gentleman)🥺

I could see you sitting at the desk or table studying while he’s walking around cleaning and it wouldn’t be awkward 😁

Seonghwa doesn’t seem like the type to yell at you unless he was really really mad, he is more of the problem solver in my eyes so I think he would be that person to talk you down and have a conversation with you instead of yelling😊

I feel Seonghwa would really want to connect to you on a deeper emotional level, he would open up more the longer you guys are together😭🥰

Seonghwa does like to cook but isn’t like the worlds most amazing chef so I could see you guys cooking together 😋

Little cooking dates where you have fun competitions to see who’s dish is better🤩

He would let you tease him if it’s all light hearted but he would always tease you back💀

I think Seonghwa is a little bit shy about skinship but sees that you like when he initiates it so he really tries🥺

Your height is nearly the same so I don’t think either of you would mind the height difference 😁

He would always complement the beauty mark on your lip or your legs cause he know how much you like it lol😇

You both are extroverts so you guys go out a lot more often🙂

He likes how you take care of him when he’s having a bad day like getting him a drink or snacks or a simple text message when he’s at work🥰

He would be inspired by how passionate you are about issues around the world and would always ask you what he can do to help you or anything☺️

He likes how your always laughing or making jokes because he loves your smile and it always makes him smile😭😭

Because of your long nails he really likes when you play with his hair😚

He loves to hear you speak in all the languages you speak(he is really impressed)😋

You both don’t like a dirty house and you guys are clean all the time lol🤣

Overall, You and Seonghwa have a really deep relationship and really care for each other🥰🥺

TXT:

I ship you with...

Yeonjun

Yeonjun is effortlessly funny so I feel like he would always make you laugh and you would always make him laugh😄

Yeonjun is really into fashion and would gladly wearing matching outfits with you

He also pulls off a black outfit just like you said you like🤩

He would constantly buy you accessories because he knows how much you like them🥰

Yeonjun is definitely pretty clingy to you😚

He is taller than you by like 1 inch 😋

Yeonjun is cold looking on the outside and is a cinnamon roll on the inside😆

He will probably beg you for a puppy(a welsh corrgi) a lot💀

I feel like Yeonjun would be okay with comfortable silence if he is in the mood

He is a talkative person so I feel like your conversations would never end😊

I don’t know how arguments could go with him, I feel like it depends on how he is that day🙂

You guys love cooking together with music blasting throughout the house😚

If he gives up on helping you he will cling to you and back hug you until your done in the kitchen😭🥺

He loves to complement you until your super super flustered ☺️🤣

He probably likes how clean you are🙂

For your birthday he got you a little necklace with a lock on it and he has the key for the lock and when you open it, it has your guys initials together😭

He would probably take you to the studio and have a little dance battle 🤩

He would be willing to explore with you though I feel he would rather be at home with you alone😁

He finds it inspiring how passionate you are about issues around the world and often looks up to you for it😊

You guys get matching nails!!😄

You guys are on the higher side of zodiac sign compatibility😇

Overall, you and Yeonjun are the cutest and are literally couple goals 😍

Enhypen:

I ship you with...

Sunghoon

You guys are the same height😌

Sunghoon would pull off that black outfit you like!😅

I feel like it would take him some time to initiate skinship and be affectionate with you but when he does he can’t let go of you😊

He loves when you play with his hair🥺

I feel like he loves just spending time with you and being with you🤩

He likes to hold your hand😇

He bought you for your birthday match rings☺️

Sunghoon doesn’t know how to cook so be patient with him but he will always turn cooking into some competitive thing😆

I think it would take him a while to completely open up to you but he still likes to talk things out with you🥺

He is so beautiful how can you not take photos of him and set them as your wallpaper(he definitely begs to you to change it but also loves it and doesn’t want you to change it)🤣

He loves how he can always talk to you about absolutely anything😁

Introverts and extroverts go best with each other🙂

He is very cold and distant looking at first but we all know how sweet and baby like he is on the inside😁😊

He is really interested in the things you are passionate about and is constantly asking you questions 🤩

He finds himself smiling when thinking about you😭🥰

You always make him laugh, it’s one of his favorite things about you😄

He would laugh as you guys blast given or taken through the house and you sing the whole thing dancing around(grab his hands and make him dance with you)😂😚

I could see you guys eating fast food in your car in some random parking lot just talking and listening to music looking at all the stars🥺

Drag him out to do this with you😆

He likes how clean you are🙂

Overall, I think you and Sunghoon are so sweet together🥰