#it’s fine im fine im sure i’ll get over this in a healthy way and not cry. again

[hertl]

i can’t believe this happened :( im so sorry you’re the first person i thought of when i saw the trade alert

[sexlapis]

Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~

Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D

thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.

and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)

cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(

wc: 2k+

you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.

sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.

admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.

sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.

you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.

toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.

“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.

“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.

“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”

“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.

fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.

but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.

so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.

“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.

“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”

you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.

it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-

you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.

“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”

you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”

and then there is black.

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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.

“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.

oh, toji’s here.

“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.

“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.

“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”

“oh.”

toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.

“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”

you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.

toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”

the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.

“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.

“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”

you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”

toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.

“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.

“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.

you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.

“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”

you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”

“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”

“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.

“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”

you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.

“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”

“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”

“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”

you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.

“yeah, i do.” you agree.

suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.

toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”

you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.

toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”

“i will if there’s food involved.”

“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”

a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3

[moodymisty]

(really sorry if this is sent more than once, firefox crashed right when I hit Ask so im re-sending it just in case)

Local Konrad apologist here to request a continuation to your 'Sevatar hunting you' oneshot you posted awhile back. sfw or nsfw, either is fine

(if you dont want to continue that plotline, np!! Just literally any Sev content would be hype as fuck, not gonna lie. love that man sm)

and i hope you and your pidges have a wonderful day❤

Soft continuation of this request

Author's note: Hell yeah I’ll continue that one! I love Sevatar <3 I hope this is ok! It didn’t quite flow the way I like but I don’t want to hold it up forever

Relationships: Sevatar/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lewd kind of, Violence and gore warning, Pet play technically? Sev calls you his little pet, Dubcon, Biting

When Sevatar had captured his prey, he made sure not to let it go. He dragged you back between his teeth to his den aboard the Nightfall, and you haven’t seen a Salamander since.

Sevatar has done much work in making sure your base needs are tended to- such as food and water to keep you healthy and soft - while on the Nightfall.

You are most likely the most well kept baseline aboard the ship, and many others refer to you snidely, jokingly, as Sevatar’s prized little pet.

He does a lot of prowling around to keep other Night Lords away from his catch, predator proofing his quarters.

While most Night Lords would hesitate to disobey him, or tread in quarters not their own or of their stature, Sevatar knows that his little pet is worth the risk.

You’re soft, clean and fragile, and unlike many of the serfs aboard who know how to hide and not be interesting enough to toy with, you whimper and cry and beg enough to make an Astartes mouth wet with drool and his hearts pump faster.

You don’t do as much anymore- With the Salamanders long gone that wound has faded, and you know despite his demeanor, Sevatar doesn’t break his toys. He seems to take quite good care of them actually, and despite the wounds he leaves in your body, the food he gets for you and the quarters you live in is almost comparable to life with the Salamanders.

Sevatar is returning to his quarters, looking downward at his knife when he feels as if something is off. He puts his knife back in its sheath, turning the corner to finish his trip to his quarters.

His body goes rigid when he notices the door is open, locks busted and completely torn apart. Only one glance inside confirms you’re gone. Your scent is fresh still however- this only just happened.

Sevatar runs down the halls, slamming into the shoulders of other marines who quickly try to give way to him, and halfway through the hall a singular Night Lord yells:

“If you’re looking for your pet, the idiot is taking her towards the barracks.”

He also hears the same man mumble about how he warned the thief, and that he wants to see his how Sevatar will display his guts for being a blackhand.

He catches up with the thief in the halls, spotting him carrying you with a hand clamped over your mouth. The other arm is around your waist, legs dangling and kicking uselessly.

Sevatar approaches him from behind and pulls out his knife and closes the distance lightning quick, slicing the wrist around your mouth so he doesn't crush your head. The Night Lord instinctively drops you- Sevatar hears your yelp as you crumble to the metal floor and presumably twist something - trying to defend himself first and foremost. Sevatar had the advantage however both in surprise and sheer strength, and within moments manages to get the slightly smaller Night Lord on the ground.

You can only watch as the two throw punches and tear at each other, eyes wide.

You hear the crunch as Sevatar’s knife drives through ceramite armor, reaching the black armoring suit underneath. The younger Night Lord attempts to clamp onto Sevatar's body but his one wrist is mangled and won't listen, while the other attempts to grab his neck in a desperate last ditch effort.

The first stab managed to crack ceramite armor like the outer shell of a bug, it takes a second blow for him to stab through his black carapace, and reach his organs. The marine lets out a shout as Sevatar's gauntlet gets covered in bright red blood, and you can only watch in a frozen stare as he mangles the younger night lord's body into a crushed, bloody mess.

Sevatar finishes by standing up, and grinding his head into the floor with his boot, splattering blood all over the floor.

A few Night Lords pass by, rolling their eyes at the mess and speaking along the lines that he had it coming, for disobeying Sevatar.

One also mentions that Sevatar wasted a meal by crushing the Astartes like that, and even just the implications of him feasting on the man’s brain matter has bile rising in your throat.

Blood is still on your face from his initial attack, alongside whatever splattered your way as you laid on the floor and watch him crush your kidnapper. Sevatar leans closer, and he laughs when he smears it across your face with his gauntlet.

He’s examining you for any damage, and other than a sprained wrist from when the Night Lord dropped you to the floor, you’re unharmed.

“Messy.”

You say nothing, but instead lean forward and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. Sevatar noticeably stiffens.

He supposes in your mind he is your savior. The Night Lord who had broken into his quarters more than likely wanted to toy with you for a bit until you broke, then throwing you into the garbage.

It’s good to know that you’re attached to him. That you know he is your best option, and that you won’t consider trying to sneak off. While he loves it when you cry, when you beg him to stop, there’s also a part of him that loves that you want him. How lately, some of your begging has turned into cute little whimpers.

Picking you up off the ground to return to his quarters you latch to him like he’s going to drop you as well, arms around his neck.

He likes the feeling.

Perhaps some of the other Night Lords would prefer it if you ran, if you hated him, but Sevatar wants you to want him. He wants to feel that rush.

He hasn't had his armor off in about it a week, but they're safe enough in Imperium space; He can take it off for a bit.

He won't let you out of his sight while he does so however, setting you down right in front of the armoring platform as he has the serfs and mechanical arms take away piece after piece of ceramite. It can sometimes take almost a half hour to armor up a marine, removing the pieces is significantly shorter. He leaves his black armoring suit on to take off in his quarters, and pushes you back there like he’s herding an animal.

He looks briefly and notices how that Night Lord broken open the lock; He'll remember that.

He watches you quickly scurry inside of his quarters, his den, sitting on the bed and trying to pick at the astartes blood coagulating on your face. You look so small on the massive bed, and the way you curl your legs up exaggerates the difference.

"I was asleep when he broke in... I didn't have time to hide or find you."

Sevatar laughs at the idea of you being able to hide or run from an astartes.

"Just shows that I need to keep a closer eye on you. You make a lot of trouble for me."

The way you look at him is concerned. You think he's considering getting rid of you. That you cause too much trouble for him. That couldn't be less of the case. He knew what he was getting into when he stole from the Salamanders.

Walking closer he stands and towers over you, seeing the hesitation and fear in your eyes when his hand comes close to your face. Instead of your neck however, it wraps around your jaw, and he forces your mouth to open with his thumb.

"But you're a good little pet, aren’t you.”

He loves the way your mouth wraps around his thumb- warm, wet, like the inside of a wound. Your hands rise up to wrap around his wrist, while he pushes you down laying on the bed.

“I should get you one of those tattoos.”

Sevatar removes his thumb from your mouth and grips your hair, pulling your neck to the side and exposing you vein. He can see your heartbeat through your skin, along with the myriad of old scars and healing bites he’s left there.

It’s his favorite part of you; Nothing else is like the feeling of your life and soul between his teeth.

He drags his teeth down your neck and feels the way your hands clamber at his shoulders, until he finds a spot he likes and sinks his teeth in.

Your hands slap at his shoulders and you whimper, gasping in pain as his dull teeth pierce your skin. His tongue is coated in that tangy, iron taste, the salt of your skin mixing. You taste delicious- the feeling of your soft flesh underneath his hands and in his mouth makes his cock throb.

A part of him imagines biting down harder, drawing more blood and ripping your skin. The crunch of vein and bone. But he doesn’t want to damage you that much, and risk loosing his catch.

“W-what tattoo?”

You breathlessly speak. Sevatar knows some of the other- usually older - Night Lords have been tattooing their favorite serfs; Staking a claim on them.

He doesn’t need to stake claim on what everyone already knows is his, but the idea of his name, or his variation of the Night Lords symbol adorning your delicate skin rouses a part of him.

He bites again, and you take a sharp inhale- heels digging into the bed. Your thighs are forcibly spread apart to make room for his massive body, weight holding you down. He feels your heartbeat in his mouth, your very life is so close.

“You’ll see.”

[drghostwrite]

Could you do an Olivia Benson/daughter reader or Olivia Benson/ (romantic) reader?(or Arizona Robbins.)The topic being ED if you're comfortable with it! Maybe Olivia catches on a little late that y/ns been restricting/falling into an eating disorder and confronts/comforts them about it!!

Okay so technically I haven’t written anything exactly in this vein BUT we’re gonna try it and see what you think… also thanks for the idea and ofc it’s with the one and only Olivia Benson.

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Fem!reader (romantic)

Summary: you get the memo from above… though I wrote more as she catches early on BUT the reader has already started to cement in her ways.

******************************************************** 76 hours had gone buy…

76 hours of tears and frustration, tired eyes and strained muscles…

76 hours of phone calls and case files, pictures and reports scattered on the desks before you…

Olivia smiled sympathetically at the sight before her, you were sat at your desk head leaned forward onto your arms that were crossed shielding your face as you slept, case files lay flustered around you…

This case was taking its toll and she could tell, you weren’t sleeping right, waking up at night, tossing and turning in bed, you were determined and that meant that you probably weren’t taking care of yourself either and it killed her to see you like that…

You felt as a hand softly rubbed your back, pulling you back to reality, you sat back slowly rubbing tired eyes.

“Olivia… Hey…” you said, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you squinted up at her. She looked down at you and smirked slightly seeing the redness in your eyes, she knew you were exhausted.

“Love I think it’s time…”

“for?” You asked.

“for us to go home…”

“I-I can’t I’m so close…”

“Y/N you’re exhausted…”

“I’m fine…”

“No you’re not you’re exhausted…”

“Olivia…”

“Okay, then when’s the last time you showered or even ate…”

“What?”

“Y/N I don’t think I’ve seen you take one bite since the start of this case…”

“and what’s that matter to you?!”

she looked at you pain plaguing her features.

“how long has it been going on?”

“what?”

“how lo mg have you been struggling with eating?”

“I don’t know, why?” You said rubbing your hands angrily over your face.

“It’s not healthy, beating your body up like this is not good for you.”

“and how would you know what’s good for me?” You said pointedly. Immediately she drew back and you realized what you had said.

“Because I love you… even when you treat me like that… I still love you.” She said and turned towards her office.

“wait im sorry… i didn’t mean it… I-I just want to figure this out…”

“I know and that’s what makes you a great agent but you’re no good to anyone if you don’t take care of yourself.”

“I-I ca-can’t…” you said tears starting to run down your face. She came back towards you and pulled you into a hug, you stood sobbing in her arms… all the frustration and anger the fear and worry, it all hit you at once and you just let it out in her arms.

“Y/N I love you no matter what you know that and I will stand by you and help you but I can’t watch you kill yourself over this job… I will fight for you but if this has been going on for awhile then we need to get you help.”

“I don’t need…”

“Y/N please…” you looked up into her eyes as she studied your features and slowly but surely you nodded in agreement.

“okay, but…”

“I’ll walk through this with you… all of it, I love you Y/N.”

“I love you to.” You says and you leaned up to kiss her, to during the night Busch at your house talking to her and explaining everything, she helped to get through it and thankfully stuck by your side through the good and bad days… never once making you question if she would leave.

[faye-writes-stuff]

incorrect quo-

im doing it again because ✨writers block✨

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sapnap: Relationships should be 50/50. y/n cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

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y/n: Wait, you like me?? For my personality??? sapnap: I know, I was surprised too.

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sapnap: Talk dirty to me, baby~ y/n: The dishes. sapnap: Wh- y/n: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

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dream: We both look very handsome tonight. y/n: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." dream: I couldn't take that chance

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dream: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. y/n: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? dream: Seize the dick.

y/n: you can just say your thinking about george.

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*y/n and dream are in Paris.* y/n: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny? dream: But... y/n: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and... dream: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? y/n: Yeah. dream: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. y/n: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. dream: Okay, alright.

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charlie: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. y/n: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. charlie: Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? y/n: Is it working?

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y/n: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? charlie: Aww- y/n: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

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c!y/n: Alright, listen up, you little shits. c!y/n at c!charlie: Not you, charlie. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here.

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y/n: *Screams* ranboo: *Screams louder to establish dominance* tubbo: Should we do something? tommy: No, I want to see who wins.

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y/n: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. ranboo: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! tubbo: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! tommy: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. y/n: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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y/n: *Gently taps table* ranboo: *Taps back* tubbo: What are they doing? tommy: Morse code. y/n: *Aggressively taps table* ranboo: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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y/n: Can I be frank with you guys? ranboo: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. tubbo: Can I still be tubbo? tommy: Shh, let Frank speak.

y/n: i hate it here

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y/n: This is bothering me. george: Well, you are digging up a corpse. y/n: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

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george: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. y/n: Killed without hesitation. george: No.

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y/n: You love me, right, george? george: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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bro lmk if i should like make a taglist or smth idkkk 😭😭😭😭

or if there's any character you would like to see extras for :D

[nimbusghoul]

The Nice Soap-Viktor x Bimbo!Reader

Pairing:Viktor x Reader

Type: Fluff TO smut for the entirety

Fandom:Arcane/LoL(more Arcane Vik than LoL Vik, let me have my twink, okay?)

WC:1337 This is just a sneak peek, if you want more, I'll continue to provide, Don't hate me!

Viktor was never one to catch feelings easily, but when you came into his life from being a good friend of Jayce, he began to feel something new.

When Jayce introduced you to him, he didn’t know how to react to your bubbly air headed nature, it was new. Sure, Jayce is charismatic, but he didn’t shine as bright as you did, you could light up the whole room with a personality like that.

Maybe you weren’t the smartest, but you were an amazing listener, and things didn’t seem to get to you very often. Usually just in one ear and out the other, but when you were interested, your body language changed, anyone could tell you were paying attention, even if you usually didn’t fully understand.

You’d turn yourself towards him and lean in again or prop your elbows on the table and put your chin in your hands, kicking your feet a bit, and it was when you would ask most of the questions.

“What’s that?”

“What, a Hex Core?”

“Mhm! I dunno what that is, Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, I understand not everyone has the same knowledge. Ehh, a Hex Core is an adaptive rune matrix with Hextech in the middle…the potential for ultimate advancements in technology!”

“ohhh!… what?? I dunno what that stuff is either, i mean, i know what runes are but…what’s…all the other stuff??”

Viktor took a minute, how would he explain this without making you feel like you had less and less knowledge? He would never want to hurt your feelings, you were too pretty to be sad.

“Hextech uses magic to create artifacts, it’s made up of a special crystal. It can do all kinds of things, not just for me and the hexcore is full of hextech, which means it has all kinds of that magic.”

“Sounds like a lot of math, which i’m not good at. I think I’ll stick to less complex things and let you handle all of that genius people stuff”

You were really the only person who could distract him from his work. He had completely forgotten about the papers in front of him, his focus was on you, even if the papers were the thing you asked about. He realized he doesn’t ever really ask any questions that he had for you

“May I ask you an…odd question?”

“hm, of course! just make sure it’s not too complicated of a question? really big words get me all confused…”

“Of course of course. Those nails of yours, are they real? like, your actual nail? they’re quite long.”

“What? god no, these are made with powder polymethylmethacrylate and a monomer liquid!”

You turned over you hand and tapped on the underside of your nails, Viktor was a little shocked from that long word you managed to string out describing the acrylic powder

“So…they are plastic?”

“Nope! You gotta put the liquid with a bit of the monomer and then put it on top of a guide, sometimes plastic? but I like to use my silicone one because it peels better, and thennn you put the whole thing under UV light for it to harden and they’re so much better than fake plastic nails! fake nails that are plastic feel so icky and come off WAYYY too easy. plus nail glue can fuck up your skin soooo bad!”

“ah, i see, so you know a lot about this topic?”

“Of course! if i’m gonna look pretty I have to be healthy and to be healthy i have to know what Im doing to my body! That’s why I like hate cOsMeTiC sUrGuRiEs cause like everyone is beautiful in their own way and the fact that people think they have to pay to be beautiful is really disgusting! everyone was made to grow differently, just because you don’t look like your neighbor or your pretty classmate doesn’t mean you aren’t pretty or attractive or perfect! But like Botox for headaches is fine, it helps with migraines!”

“I see you feel very strongly about these things, Is there a reason why? Perhaps a connection to memories in which it makes you upset about this topic?”

“Well…I just want everyone to be happy, you know? and if you hate yourself because you don’t look like everyone else…that’s not happy. The only thing that’s truly ugly or unattractive is the way we treat some people, and the awful things we say and do. Ugly doesn’t exist *on* people, it exists *in* people.”

You turned to Viktor after finishing a sentence, a small smile, the first real one you’ve seen, but you decided not to say anything, having an internal celebration instead of external. Celebratory of small victories(or should i say Viktories, okay yeah i’ll see myself out sorry), it was rare to see Viktor smile from what Jayce has told you.

“You are very different from me, and yet i enjoy the company you provide, it’s quite odd, with how different our knowledge is you’d think I would be annoyed with all your questions, but you also have knowledge I don’t. I do not look into what I wear or the lotions, soaps and sanitizers I put on my hands-”

You were quick to accidentally cut him off, suddenly remembering why you came to the lab in the first place, even when it slipped out on the way from your home to the lab.

“OHMYGOODNESS!! I tOTALLY forgot about that! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off, but I wanted to say I got you some new soap because i was reading the ingredients and yours contained formaldehyde!! that’s probably why your hands are always so dry, that is so bad for your skin! I also got you some lotion because they’re so dry from that awful soap…”

You quickly dug through your purse, pulling out a large bottle of moisturizing hand soap and some hand lotion with aloe, quickly placing them on the desk

“I literally went to the market at like 8 this morning because I knew that’s when they first set up so like they weren’t all gone when I got there!”

“You did this for me?”

“pshhh, yeah! and i got my pet some more of those cute special treats, they only get sold like twice during the week and they’re all gone in like an hour. it’s so terrible if I can’t get my sleepy butt up in time to get some!”

“Are they truly that important?”

“Well, my pets are like…my family! they’re like my little babies and I would literally assault whoever the hell runs this universe for my babies?”

“I apologize, I was speaking about the soap.”

“Oh, oops! Yeah, I wanted to get you something nice, plus, all the really nice ones sell out so fast! Especially like when this huuuuge group of wives come through and buy like literally everything nice.”

"Group of...wives?"

"Yeah, like, you know, middle aged women who don't need so much damn soap?"

"Ah..."

he seemed to take a pause to think

"Why...for me? Why not for Jayce?" He asked, looking up at you

"What? Your hands are dry, Jayce doesn't have...all that as an issue...you know?"

He seemed surprised as he thought before laughing quietly

"How are you so sure what my hands feel like? I'm sure Jayce is very touchy...but you know, I am not."

You felt your face heat quickly

"Well, I- they sound dry! You know, when you rub your hands together and it sounds...dry, like you can't hear my hands unless I rub them together really hard!"

He chuckled softly at your embarrassment before standing

"I find it cute that you care. Thank you, Солнышко(sólnyshka)"

-CUTOFF FOR PREVIEW-

[kisara-kaiba]

OKAY THE KINKY BLUES HAS ME INTRIGUED PLEAAASE HEAR ME OUT ON SUGGESTIONS/BRAINSTORMING/HOPES/DREAMS. alright so it cant be in Temptation, the kink requires its own pocket dimension, first of all. as the biggest fanboygirl of their cycle of dominance and submission im gonna start off with that. a really fun and naturally flowing dom-sub dynamic for them is born in ancient egypt. if set put her aside as his property and tried to experiment with her ka with slowly increasing pressure whilr kisara was like "this kind man who saved me twice feeds me and shelters me who cares if hes tying me down and writing spells on my skin lol" it goes apeshit from there. TWO-this can be from many modern aus with little work, basically an in love blueship that seemlessly slipped into a dom-sub dynamic consciously switching it up a lil. whether that has seto giving orders while tied up on his knees or kisara begging to tie him up would be..that would go BRRRR. THREE. biting kink. straight up. no notes. id be fine with a 400 word introspective of either of one of them watching the bite marks they left on the other and their feelings about it. id settle. itd be enough.

how we feeling. any of thesr sound desirable. wanna brainstorm more. ill come knocking at your door like an unhinged mormon. anyway wanna tell you regardless, absolutely no pressure what you may or may not end up writing i just wanted to yell at someone about kinky blues, have a great day

S C R E E C H I NG this is why ily blueshipping king you just get my vision <333 that ancient Egypt idea has got me going f e r a l just thinking about it and i’ve thought for so long that i should write some mizushipping at some point anyway so yesssss. also biting is uh. yes please.

anyway okay now you got me started so strap in because this is gonna be a long ramble. so i feel like there’s several points about how i imagine their dynamic that i have to unpack here (putting it under a cut bc length or if ppl are uncomfy with this stuff)

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i am unfortunately boring in the way that i’ll ultimately always wanna write Seto as the dominant one just bc of my own personal preferences. BUT that obv doesn’t mean Kisa wouldn’t have a fair amount of control over the situation, both bc a healthy dom/sub dynamic requires it in terms of consent and boundaries ofc, but also bc a) Seto is so extreme in his need for Kisara’s explicit permission to do basically anything to her (even the vanilla stuff) because he’s so painfully precious about her well-being and also constantly plagued by not feeling worthy of her and b) while i think Kisa wants to be dominated i think she also realllly enjoys the control of knowing she’s got Seto wrapped around her little finger and could make him do any depraved thing she wants to her just by looking at him in the right way. so yeah i think they both know who’s really in control behind the scenes lol

i’m also DYING to get into Seto’s inevitable mental struggle to reconcile his thoughts and feelings of “she is a perfect goddess and i’m a mere mortal unworthy of even looking at her let alone touch her” and “i’d die to protect her and if anyone hurts her i’ll fucking kill them” vs his desire to be the one who gets to take this perfect goddess and make her submit to him, kneel before him, own and control and ruin her perfectly (because if there’s one thing we all know about Seto Kaiba is that he’ll make sure the divine yields to him, and not the other way around). I guess the key things there is that he alone is allowed to hurt her and no one else.

On this note i do however think Seto would be so conflicted about physically hurting Kisa, even if she very clearly and explicitly wants him to, because he just struggles with being so overprotective of her and not wanting to see her injured or in pain. but this would also be delicious to write him being all conflicted due to the guilt of causing her pain vs the fact that doing so is super fucking hot and he can’t resist doing it, esp not when she’s literally begging him to. Taking all of his frustrations after a long day out on her more than willing body would be so cathartic and tempting but also associated with so much guilt and worry about getting too into it and going too far.

I also definitely see Kisa as being the more extreme of them, to the point where i can actually see her be just a little bit unhealthily masochistic because she doesn’t really value herself due to past trauma, giving her a self-destructive streak and kinda fucked-up notions along the lines of ultimately being deserving of pain and suffering, that someone hurting her equals caring about her and wanting her, and that the ultimate thing she can do to show someone that she really loves and trusts them is to just offer herself up completely to use and do whatever they want to, which Seto would have to try to handle and mitigate because he’s ultimately not gonna let her use him to actually really hurt herself (and you know it would also break his heart a thousand times over to realise just how little she values and cares about herself due to her fucked up past). But I could also write it kinda funny in that whole “sub suggesting increasingly violent/fucked up things while the dom goes ‘idk that’s scary’” lmao. I think Kisa is a bit annoyed that people (especially Seto) tend to see her as this fragile, porcelain flower and wants to prove that she is perfectly capable of taking a (consensual) beating.

Outside of strictly sexual stuff i can also see Kisa as very much an ‘everyday/domestic acts of service’ kinda sub who just wants to bring Seto his coffee when he’s working and a drink when he comes home from work and make sure to always wash and iron his clothes and put them out before he leaves in the morning, tying his tie before he leaves and untying it when he gets home and cooking and serving his meals for him (which tbh wouldn’t just be about her being submissive but also bc she just wants to make sure he actually takes care of himself with like, eating and taking coffee breaks bc you know that man doesn’t take care of himself if left unchecked). And I think this also ties in with her sense of self-worth being tied to being useful and helping others because she doesn’t really see herself as valuable unto herself, but also maybe acts of service is just kinda her “love language” too. i feel like this is the sort of thing i could maybe include in Temptation bc she’s already pretty much like this there, with to me pretty obvious undertones that her working as Seto’s assistant is definitely triggering a submissive side in her.

Temptation also has the whole thing with Seto secretly enjoying Kisa wearing her KaibaCorp pin while working because it marks her as his for the world to see, and I definitely feel like that’d be a thing for him too. Branding her, either by things like visible bite marks/hickeys that she’s not allowed to cover up or something like a discreet necklace that is actually a collar (although tbf, with the fashion we see in the Yugioh universe, would anyone even blink at a BDSM-style collar? Like Yugi’s already wearing fetish gear as his everyday clothes lmao). I mean, Seto’s already pretty big on putting his branding on literally everything, so Kisa would be no exception (also imagine the ridiculous extravagance and amount of money and care Seto would put into a collar for Kisa).

While I’m not really into the idea of Seto being submissive per se, I do think both he and Kisa could easily have praise kinks because they both crave validation in their own ways and for someone to telling them that they’re doing/being good (Seto wouldn’t admit that though, but if I allow for some submissiveness on his part I think being called a good boy could fix him). But with him as the dom it also totally tracks for him to make Kisa worship him and stroke his ego in that way. On that theme, however, I could also imagine him making her allow him to worship her as a kind of ‘punishment’ bc he knows she has a hard time accepting that but that it’s also something that’s good for her to hear.

Also I can totally see Kisa being a little bratty as a sub sometimes because she likes to talk back to Seto and be deliberately cheeky, disrespectful and provocative (both because she enjoys the control of getting him riled up and because she knows that the more she gets him worked up the more forceful and intense he’ll be about putting her back into place afterwards).

Okay so this turned into a fic-chapter length essay about this topic instead of actually writing the fic (bc *ofc* i’d do that) but please lmk what you think!!! (and hopefully i'll use your ideas + my rambling and turn in into fic eventually)

[ivant1ll]

5 Barely Functioning Adults Don't Mix Well (Obviously)

ALNST modern AU . . . AO3 LINK IF PREFERRED

word count : 3823 - so i wrote this like a month ago and i thought it would be nice to post it over on here since im kinda getting back into posting atm ! 1! only mizisua & ivantill rlly mentioned in this fic btw im not too big on hyuluka so i don't really include them in fics soz (they're all autistic btw- GETS SHOT)

Who would know that a note, a single ink stained piece of paper could become the death sentence for the whole house.

“Needed a small ‘me day-’,”

“God, even the way he says ‘me day’ makes him sound like a mom.” Till cuts off Hyuna reading the lined paper laying on the kitchen counter. She rolls her eyes and shoots him a small grin as she continues.

“I’ll be gone for the day, make sure to take care of the house while I’m gone! Please….”

There are now large spaces in between the next 5 words, some of said words now going out the lined rows of the notebook paper. “Don't. Burn. Down. The. House.”

“Pfft- burn down the house, what are we five?” Hyuna discards the note onto the counter it was originally placed on.

“Well then, ya’ll, the fort's ours for the day! Simple as that, all we need to do is keep this place clean and keep our bellies filled until Ivan gets home.” Hyuna already triumphantly goes to lay on the couch resting her hands behind her head as if she’s already eaten her 3; multi-course meals of ‘victory’ for the day and all she’d need to do is wait for the sound of Ivan walking through the door.

If only it was that easy.

Sua and Mizi stand together in the middle of the hallway leading to the kitchen, deciding how they’re going to handle Ivan’s abrupt absence.

“Well I mean.. It doesn’t seem like too much of a mess is left as of now, we could all make a simple meal for ourselves too if anything, I don’t mind cooking us a decent sized meal either.” Mizi warmly smiles at her partner in light of her generous offer.

“Why don’t we just order pizza or something…? Seems kinda dumb to give us more of a mess to deal with-”

“Unless you’re willing to pay over 80$ for pizza, no. Till we are fully capable of cleaning up after ourselves and feeding ourselves as well. Frankly you should be the last one here telling us how or what we should be eating.” Till should know pizza is only for special occasions, they all get different toppings so they need their own separate pizza. Taking food advice from the king of instant and fast food is like getting healthy eating advice from the king of Candyland.

“Well god forbid I make shit easier,” Till rolls his eyes and raises up his arms defensively, “I’ll be upstairs just let me know if you make something or if Ivan’s back”, he quickly rushes back to the confines of his room.

Frankly, keeping a house in order seems easy enough for the group. Everyone in the house knows that, but they’d all be lying through their teeth if they said Ivan didn’t bridge that gap of functionality between all of their schedules, living habits, etc. He never even felt forced to take on the role, that’s the most shocking part. Depending on who asks him, you'll get 5 different answers for each house member as to why he’s the self proclaimed “House Malewife”.

“Mizi, you’re scared of the hot oil in the pan jumping out at you..”

“Well yeah, it’s sudden! It hurts too, of course I’d be scared!”

“Hence why having you cook, although a generous offer of you to help, wouldn’t work out for this dish I’m making. Seriously though, thanks for the offer.” Ivan flashes a smile at the dejected face of the kindhearted Mizi. Ivan won’t admit that Mizi loses track of the cooking utensils too much.

“Doesn’t dust set off your asthma, Luka? Here let me clean it, I can get the table too.”

“No it’s fine, don't worry Ivan. It’s never triggered in any outrageous way, I should be fine handling it.”

“No no Luka, trust me it’s fine! I was about to do some tidying up anyway.” Ivan begins to shoo Luka away. “I spend such a large chunk of time in here anyways I probably contributed to most of this mess!” Ivan chuckles a bit while he begins to dust down the center-console.

Ivan won’t admit he hates the way Luka arranges the things on the tables and shelves. Random books don’t go on tables, that’s not decorating, that’s just being disorganized. Yes books would look fine if they were sorted by color, but only if they were all the same size, this just looks abhorred and Ivan can feel his eye twitch when he looks at them.

“Hyuna! Hyuna!” Ivan physically can’t shout any louder. He quickly rushes to her speaker to turn it off, the deafening silence being the best thing anybody in the house could hear for once.

Hyuna quickly turns around, “Huh? Yeah what’s the matter Iva- woah…. You look upset. What happened? You don’t like this song?” Hyuna asks as obvious as it is why Ivan would be upset.

He takes a deep breath in attempting to ground himself,

“Hyuna… would you like to know who we just received a noise complaint from?”

“.... Uhhhhhh… Sua!”

“No Hyuna. Our neighbors, Sua left the house 45 minutes ago because of the music…! Please… please turn it down. Or you know what, even better, I like to clean with headphones on!! You go listen to your music in your room and I’ll continue cleaning from here.” Ivan begins to take the broom in Hyuna’s hands, she hands it over.

“Suit yourself, but if you need help, just lemme know. My bad about the music by the way, got a bit too into it!” She looks way too happy as she finishes her sentence, almost proud of the ear-piercing noise her speakers made. Ivan won’t admit he also hated how loud, obnoxious, and overstimulating Hyuna’s cleaning playlist is.

“Hey dear what ar- …. Till. What the hell are you doing?”

“Making cereal.” Ivan ponders a way he can respond that does not include smacking his boyfriend. His jaw physically cannot clench anymore as he speaks.

“In a pan…? On the stove…? I suppose I could say I’m impressed as well, seeing as you managed to burn it too, I can quite literally see the charred bits from here.” They both stood there in silence.

“You know what, I choose peace, I'm too tired to ask, I haven't had my coffee yet. Please get out of the kitchen.” Ivan exhales as Till shrugs, turning off the stove and just grabbing the cereal box to eat straight out of it instead of… whatever he was trying to do with the cereal on the stove. Ivan won’t admit Till looks stupid as fuck doing things sometimes. What was he even trying to achieve by what seemed to have been cooking cereal??

“Oh hey Ivan, can you please pass me the dressing for this salad I’m making?” Sua is making herself a garden salad, she looks as peaceful as peaceful can possibly get.

“Oh yeah sure th-” Ivan notices the empty lettuce core left on the table.

“Hey Sua, can you please let me know if you’re using up the entirety of something in the fridge? I needed that lettuce for the tacos I’m making tonight..” Ivan passes the dressing to Sua.

“Oh, sorry about that Ivan, yeah I’ll make sure.” Sua takes her bowl and walks over to the living room to eat. Ivan won't admit that as independent as Sua is, her being a vegetarian gets in the way of meal planning… a lot… nor did she even offer to buy more lettuce.

Knowing all this, it becomes obvious to just about anybody why Ivan would need a break from the house for a bit. But unfortunately, the house members aren’t just “anybody”. Yeah they know Ivan does a lot of housework and would deserve a break, but not any of his extra grievances that caused him to be so committed to taking on so much of everyone's chores. Sua sighs as she turns to Mizi.

“So.. what should we make?”

“Oh well… anything you make is good so I wouldn’t mind whatever!” Sua almost forgot Mizi is the last person she should ask about food or frankly anything concerning Sua that warrants an opinion. Mizi is too nice for her own good.

Sua sighs, still kissing Mizi on the cheek for complimenting her cooking. She turns to the other side of the room, “Luka. Food ideas, quick.”

“Huh…?” Luka suddenly regains focus on the situation, having taken a seat in the middle of the pizza negotiations. “I’m not quite sure, I’ll be just fine not eating so it’s whatever you’d wish to make.”

Great. Mizi’s too nice and Luka can go about a week eating a singular Cheerios’s amount of food, how could Sua forget. Asking Hyuna is already out of the question, she’s made it known she in no way can handle just about anything made within Sua’s diet.

“Meat is just something I cannot give up in the meal. I don't know and never will know how you do it.”

Even better, Hyuna’s strictly a carnivore and Till can’t eat anything that isn’t frozen, made in a microwave, or that isn’t fast food. Sua’s already tired, so forget cooking for now.

“You know what… you guys just let me know when you get hungry, let Till know if you do see him that I’ll be upstairs with Mizi and to let him know what I told all of you.” She exits the room with Mizi trailing behind her.

Hyuna proceeded to lay on the couch, lounging just as she had been doing before, Luka eventually turned over to her, “How long do you think the house is going to last?”

“You’re saying that like you don’t think we can handle ourselves. We’re grown ass adults, months! We can last here for a whole season if we wanted to.” Hyuna replies with a slight eye roll. Luka simply looks away in response, he doesn’t have the energy to clash with Hyuna nor does he think there's any good reason to have a genuine debate over the survivability rates of the household without Ivan. The blond eventually walks off to his room when looking around the connected kitchen and living room became uninteresting enough.

“We can last here for a whole season if we wanted to” is quite an interesting statement. Hell, it might have been seen as believable too, the house was quiet and peaceful. But, that statement would ring in Luka’s ears as the blaring fire alarm in the house would screech and scream loud enough for everyone to hear. He rushes out his room to the kitchen, which is conveniently right next to his door. Turns out that “screaming” isn't the fire alarm (the screeching was though, a fire alarm can do nothing more but screech), that screaming was in fact Till and Hyuna.

Looking down, the reason for the screaming and screeching and other loud and undescribable noises became obvious. The large skillet on the stove that was engulfed in flames. Both Till and Hyuna were scrambling around the kitchen, unbeknownst of what to do other than scream and try to get across incoherent sentences to each other.

“Water, cup, now!” Till screamed at Hyuna. Luka would have almost found it a better idea to pretend he saw nothing and go back into his room as if this wasn’t technically his house to begin with.

Hyuna bolted to get a cup of water, which Till proceeded to throw at the fire. The flames only began to consume the feeble cup worth of liquid and would grow in size.

“Why didn’t it work?!?-”

“You seriously think I know Till?????!?! Luka help us!!!” Hyuna cuts Till off, shouting towards Luka who is mere feet away from the chaos. He doesn’t respond. Sua and Mizi begin to rush downstairs as they hear the commotion.

“What happe-” Sua pauses in place. Mizi gasps and jumps back, knocking her partner towards the wall.

“Mizi, call 911 please. Till, go get towels so we can… try to cover the fire to put it out.” Sua is trying her hardest to keep Mizi calm knowing that if she begins to hyperventilate, she’d honestly start doing the same.

“You mean the towels from the hallway hamper that I put in the wash?????” Till’s eyes are wide as he realizes the weight of his horribly ironic sudden urges of responsibility in Ivan’s absence.

“Till. You mean to tell me that the one time you actually do the laundry is now???!!?!??” Sua’s enraged, irate in fact.

Whilst those two bickered, Mizi was on the phone with operators, and Luka stood in the middle of the kitchen, almost frozen in time. Hyuna suddenly ran through everyone with a large pot in hand. Sua quickly spots this and turns towards her,

“Oh Hyuna thank god quick cover the fi-”

She revealed at that moment the pot was not to cover the fire, in fact she threw even more water into the flames, it only began to increase in size, beginning to also engulf the paper towel roll that was just barely close enough to the stove to be set off as well.

“Hyuna! You can’t just throw a small amount of water on a fire that only makes it worse what the hell is wrong with you!!!” Sua has now raised her voice even higher than she would in even her most tensest moments, losing her composure even more.

“Well what the hell else am I supposed to do?!?!?” They all begin to dodge back from the stove, unsure of how unpredictably the fire could move at this point. The skillet that started this whole mess is now completely ruined. Great, the house is on fire and Ivan’s skillet is ruined, the other house members can only pray he’d even show up to their funerals after killing them all.

Mizi runs back over to the group after finishing the call, only processing at that moment how big the fire is. “Guys please what do we do!?” Mizi exclaims not being able to keep her composure. Mizi is now panicking, Sua is now arguing with Hyuna and Till for their lack of critical thinking skills, and Luka has gone into the closest thing to a vegetative state out of pure shock.

The door opens. Either divine intervention might just be real, or whoever is on the other side of the door found it quite amusing to watch everyone from the inside panic and flail around as the kitchen stove was on fire, and they decided to simply watch it until they felt like stepping in. All of their heads jerk towards the door, as if they had all been coded to do so, they all shout in unison

“Ivan!!!” Their savior is finally standing at the door.

He simply stands there in silence looking at everyone and the… “mess” they had caused. Not uttering a word or even making direct eye contact with anybody, he walks straight towards the kitchen. Everyone goes still and simply stares at him.

He opens a cupboard, making haste while doing so to stop the fire from spreading any more than it already has. Grabbing a fire extinguisher that was quite literally right there and putting out the fire. He places it back on the ground after assessing if the fire has been fully taken care of. Bag and other miscellaneous items in hand, he looks around at the rest of the house members, who continue to stand there, not moving an inch. A pin in the next house over could be dropped and heard from the kitchen.

“When… did you have that..?” Mizi asks.

“Right here…?” Ivan responds quite nonchalantly. A bit concerningly relaxed too, almost as if the stove wasn’t almost fully engulfed in flames.

“You were going to tell us this when???” Till chimes in, sounding quite annoyed that this whole situation could have easily been avoided.

Ivan raises an eyebrow and grins a little, almost out of some sick amusement he’s deriving from this. “I’m quite sure I told you all a few months ago, this is Luka’s house to begin with, wouldn’t he know where it would be??”

They all turn towards Luka in response to this, waiting for a response from him, but he simply stands there in silence. The cherry on top to this fuck you pie, due to the situation unfolding, Luka had a shutdown and literally could not explain where the fire extinguisher was.

“Yeah… I’d suggest giving him a moment to calm down,” Mizi walks up to Luka, not close enough to possibly make him feel uneasy, but enough to get the message across that she’s attempting to communicate with him as passively as she can. He simply walks off and goes to his room in complete silence.

Ivan now takes a second to take in the damage done, looking at the charred skillet that is now completely unrecognizable, the stovetop which is now quite damaged, and finally, the faces of all his other housemates.

“Who started the fire?” He says bluntly, Sua and Mizi step back, Hyuna instinctively pushes Till forward towards his lover.

She points to him and exclaims, “Till did it.”

He quickly snaps back towards his friend, “Woah woah woah what the fuck dude you were literally in here with me too, hell you even played into the fire starting?! Don’t play all innocent now, you couldn’t even put out the fire you made it worse actually-”

“Till. Hyuna. What did you two do? I don’t want to sit here interrogating you all when we can easily solve this issue like adults.” He is now speaking through clenched teeth, what adult, nevertheless an entire group of them manage to almost burn an entire kitchen down and fail at any and every attempt to put it out?? Ivan can subside his inner consciousness to attempt to remain as grounded as possible.

Till steps forward, crossing his arms in the process, “Okay fine, I was trying to make myself something small to eat since I got hungry. I was gonna make a small instant meal, but I needed to set up the pan first.”

“Yeah but it wasn’t completely his fault Ivan, you gotta believe me! I must have turned the stove too high and none of us were paying attention enough after putting the oil in, cause next thing we know the whole damn thing was on fire!” Hyuna attempts to defend Till, even after initially betraying him.

“So much for ‘simple as that’ Hyuna, you can’t even prepare a pan properly, or use the right pan!” Sua scowled at Hyuna.

“Oh hush Sua, what we were making would’ve been much better than your herbivorous shit!” Hyuna retorts and Ivan shushes them all.

“Please. Shut up. So, if I got this straight. Till got hungry, you and him decided to prepare something small, used a whole skillet to make a single frozen salisbury steak, left the stove on too hot with oil in the pan, and almost burnt down the kitchen?” They all frowned at Ivan’s breakdown of things, as true as it was.

“Well I mean.. when you word it like that we look dumb as hell dude..” Till looks away from the gaze of his boyfriend, his hands slipping in the pockets of his hoodie that he wears around the house. “Look man, we just wanna be able to handle ourselves, I guess we got carried away though with it…”, he takes a deep breath in, almost as if it would pain him to utter these words no matter how important the person is to him that he’s saying it to. “We-”

“We’re really sorry Ivan! I should have been more on top of what everyone else is doing and I bet we look reallyyyy dumb right now- I promise we’ll learn how to take better care of the house when you’re gone since it’s not your responsibility to always do!” Mizi quickly interrupts, almost looking like she was going to simply burst if she couldn’t get out her apology any sooner.

Till points to the pink haired girl, “Yeah what she said, sorry I guess Ivan…” Till celebrates in his head over not having to come up with some long winded apology. Yeah he feels bad, but apologies are something he’ll never be able to muster up properly without feeling a weird pit in his stomach.

“I thought I could handle everyone and their needs as well as you can, but I suppose I couldn’t,” Sua lets out a slight chuckle trying to make light of things, “They kinda suck at this whole ‘living alone’ thing.” She grins at the others.

Hyuna leans back to elbow the girl placed at the entrance of the kitchen, “Well maybe if we didn’t have someone correcting us like a school teacher during a literal house fire instead of jumping in to help we could have put it out sooner.” Hyuna sticks out her tongue at Sua as she walks back up to Ivan, “We’re really sorry man, I promise ya’ we’ll get our shit together and learn how to be functioning adults!!! But really dude, you gotta let us start chipping in more around here, it’s the only way we’ll learn how to properly handle ourselves.”

Ivan nods, “That… I suppose you are right about”, he flashes a defenseless smile at the others, “I’ll be sure to try and take the load off of me. I wouldn’t have needed such a sudden break like this if it weren’t for all of the stuff I put on my plate.” As much of a hater as Ivan could be towards the little things his housemates do, he can admit at the end of the day they do keep the house interesting.

The moment between all of them is suddenly cut off by the sudden blaring of fire truck sirens outside. Some members of the group jump at the sudden surprise,

“Oh… there's the fire department… so funny story Ivan right before you got here we kinda called for some help!”

Ivan let out a sigh, understanding that would be the most logical thing to do in that situation. “Someone go get Luka for me, check if he’s alright and tell him to come out front to talk to the department with me. Also everyone start deciding on something you all want to eat because… for obvious enough reasons we won't be using the stove for some time.”

As Ivan walks towards the door and outside the general vicinity of the room, everyone lets out a sigh of relief. Except a sigh of relief in the house wouldn’t be one without a catch, suddenly the voices of all of them exclaim with near record breaking speeds,

“I’m not paying!”

Great, who’s going to be paying for all this food?

[fruitcoops]

hii, hope you're doing well! lately, I've been feeling overwhelmed and like I'm burning out due to my workload. Im trying to cope, and was wondering if you would be alr doing a coops fic where one of them just takes a long break? Like just sleeping regularly, more cuddles, handling work tasks at a healthy pace, more open talks and just seeking comfort in each other until they're better?

Sure thing :) Nice shortie morning fic for y’all on this fine Friday ❤️❤️ Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove

He sleeps.

He sleeps.

He sleeps.

His hair is curlier than it has been in weeks, wild and messy as the blackest thundercloud. It’s the first time Sirius went to bed with it wet in—in far too long. If it weren’t for the soft lock fluttering with each exhale, Remus wouldn’t be able to tell where his face was. But there is a wisp acting the metronome of Sirius’ breath, and he’s close enough to carefully slide it out of the way and trace the straight line of his nose.

There’s a little bump on the end of it, perfect for kissing. Faint freckles have begun dusting the bridge with spring sunlight. Soon, Sirius’ porcelain skin with be covered in patches of stars if only one knows where to look.

When Remus looks up from the curve of his jaw, Sirius is watching him through on bleary eye. The purple-gray tint to his under eye is all but gone in the morning light. “Hey,” he says with a quiet smile.

Sirius stares a moment longer, then groans and turns his face into the covers again with a wordless grumble.

“Good morning to me, too,” Remus laughs. Sirius snuffles again and shoves both arms under his pillow, but shifts over until his shoulder collides with Remus’ sternum. “Ouch.”

The next mumble is more insistent.

“What?”

Sirius’ whole torso heaves with his sigh; he shuffles some more, dragging limbs and body across the mattress, until his back is firmly pressed along Remus’ front and their ankles cross beneath the duvet. Remus wraps an arm around his waist and feels Sirius’ contented hum vibrate through his ribs.

The sheets rustle as Sirius shrugs them back over himself. At last, he goes still again.

The space behind his ear is warm from a hard sleep when Remus kisses it. “Are you feeling better?”

Sirius’ reply is lost in the mess of blankets, but he sounds happy enough. When Remus runs a palm along his chest in long strokes, he feels as he should. There’s no anxious panting; no hammering pulse.

“I was thinking—“ he starts, then breaks off. Sirius is so cozy. He’d never forgive himself if he pushed him over the edge so soon after coming down. But maybe…maybe it would help, coming from him. He nuzzles the top notch of Sirius’ spine and leaves a kiss at the nape. “I was thinking we could skate later. In the basement? Just you and me.”

Sirius doesn’t respond with so much as a twitch.

“We haven’t…we haven’t done that in a while.” It comes out quieter than he thought it would.

Sirius’ hand finds his own. Their fingers twine. He feels a pattern of gentle swirls start up on his knuckles, a tender touch to calm the sudden nervous energy climbing up his throat. “I’d like that,” Sirius murmurs.

His voice is raspy like it gets after a hard game. In a way, Remus supposes, the past couple weeks have been a game for him: what does it take to make Sirius Black hate hockey? How far can he go before he shatters?

The game is over now. There will be no more nights spent at the kitchen table with a pen and playbook in hand if he can help it—there will be no more snippy arguments over dinner that aren’t really about dinner at all. Sirius’ heels will never blister and bleed again.

“Sleep first.” Remus tucks his knees up into the soft space behind Sirius’ own and holds their hands right above his beating heart. “I’ll be here.”

[tasteofgummies]

🌼hiii can i have a (separate) matchup with mista and jonathan, sfw and nsfw for both pls? if u can’t do both then just mista is fine 🫶🏻

i’m a cis girl (afab) and my pronouns are she/her, i’m 5’2” w long brown hair and i’m on the chubbier side LOL oops!!!

i’m a v introverted/shy person so i don’t have a wide variety of irl friends but instead a few close knit friends. however i do try to go out of my way to be nice to people whether that be like…picking up something they dropped, asking if they need help with anything, idk im just a people pleaser and one of my biggest fears is coming off as “mean”

i’m into watching anime, reading, crafting, and also musicals! i’m such a broadway nerd it’s not even funny lmao it’s probably my #1 fandom

i feel like the way i would act around my f/o would be lovey dovey without laying it on tooo thick. like i love giving/receiving cutesy nicknames like “honey, sweetheart, my love” as opposed to the regular ole “babe” 😪 my love language is gift giving so i’ll def spoil them with little things that make me think of them, like their favorite candies, maybe a new game we can play together, or just anything that catches my eye hehehe🤭

tysm in advance you’re the best!! ❤️

I really tried to do Jonathan, but inspiration just wasn't on my side, I hope you like it anyway:( but I like the dynamic between you and Jonathan, so as soon as I can put it on paper, I'll edit this post, or post Jonathan's part separately

Mista x you ✨

>Guido definitely is the "excuse me, she asked for no pickles" to your "really, it's fine (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ"

>Even though he's an extrovert, and certainly not shy, he doesn't have many friends apart from the Bucci-gang, so he can relate to you, and is happy to know you choose your friends wisely

>Adores you kindness, he thinks you're such a cute little thing, helping people wherever you go

>But he realizes that your insecurity plays a part on that, he'll encourage you to set healthy boundaries and cherish yourself the way he cherishes you

>You're so awesome!!! Please listen to him

>If you're with him in Naples, it's likely you will get scammed frequently by people who claim to need help. He can recognize these scams easily, but if you're on your own, you may fall for it

>After you tell him about it, he'll pepper little kisses to your face, and tell you it's not your fault for being nice, all you have to do know is tell him who did that to you, and they'll never bother you anymore

>There's perks to your boyfriend being in the mafia and being able to intimidate people easily

>If you apologize and say something like "I'm sorry that came off mean" he'll tell you it's okay to not make every single sentence you say sound nice, sometimes you're talking about something serious, or something you're passionate about, and you get emotional, that's okay

>Canonically both his favorite movies are romance ones, so you can be sure he's getting into romance animes and plays

>On the surface, Mista is the "I don't get why they sing all of a sudden" but internally he's belting to every song

>He gets into musicals as soon as you introduce them to him

>His favorite musicals are Legally Blonde and Anything Goes

>Calls you chickadee afterwards tho 💀

>Cries to Burn from Hamilton every single time

>I think he has a thing for reverse harem, it's just so cute! The protagonist has so many options, and still chooses his true love over princes, millionaires, models, you name it

>This is also powered by the fact that he has literally no clue what you see in him, yet he can still be sure you would always pick him

>He's so glad you're affectionate, he's soooo touch starved

>He's good with the rougher part of crafts, he can build you a table, but he can't do origami to save his life

>He probably calls you "babe" at the start of your relationship, but then realizes he gets a better reaction out of you when he says something more classically romantic

>Calls you bambolotta, which means "little doll"

>He deadass stops functioning when you give him a gift

>He'll get teary eyed and kiss you out of excitement, but then will try to unsuccessfully play it cool (he's just like me fr)

>He tries to repay all of your love during sex

>He's dedicated to make you feel just as good as you make him feel

>Loves to leave marks on the fat of your hips and chest

>Speaking about chest, he pays special attention to your boobs, making sure you're getting extra stimulation

>Not gonna lie, he's into some raunchy stuff, but I think your doting nature will soften him up, he's not vanilla either, but focuses way more in your pleasure

>He does get excited and lose some common sense, but you have a safe sign/word for those cases

>Gets addicted to fucking you silly, you're so overstimulated you can't protest when he's pampering you, cleaning you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear

>"Please, please let me do this, bambolotta, let me spoil you the same way you do with me"

[threebetrayals]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

✿ NAME:    grey ✿ PRONOUNS:    they/them ✿ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:    discord’s always infinitely better than tumblr ims, but i actively use both ✿ NAME OF MUSE(S):    scaramouche/kunikuzushi/kabukimono/shouki no kami/wanderer wow god he’s got a lot of names for someone with literally no true name. i also have 4 other blogs of muses but i won’t list them all here lmao

✿ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):    christ. uh. i’m not even sure, but it’s definitely over 10 years. we?? might even be approaching 15 at this point??? i’m fandom grandpa ok

✿ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:    forums, dreamwidth, little bit of discord, but i’ve always come back to the hellsite that is tumblr.

✿ BEST EXPERIENCE:    i don’t have only one, i’ve had a LOT of amazing experiences in rp over the years. discovering the tumblr rp scene with my qp partner, writing all assortment of character dynamics & relationships with said qp partner, creating two ocs entirely for the fictional world he created, meeting some really amazing people who’ve followed me across all number of blogs regardless of fandom & muse (s/o to rook, holly, & reiikon honestly, i do not Deserve), playing in some really great panfandom games back in my time on dreamwidth & getting some character friendships i never thought i needed out of them, and... most recently, losing my mind over kazu/scara with goose because that’s already like, my favourite thing to happen on this blog ok

✿ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS:    mmm... my big dealbreakers are people who basically spam the dash with stupid levels of ooc (i’m fine with some spam!! but there is a point where i can’t handle it) or, worse, gifset after gifset after gifset. also obligatory drama mention, but i’ve been really fortunate to have avoided a lot of that sort of stuff for several years now.

✿ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:    i love writing all three, given the right muses & circumstances! but i’m forever a huge fuckin sucker for angst. i have a type when it comes to muses and it usually involves haunting trauma which i really love to dig into to explore them more as a character. muse/character exploration as a whole is the the biggest draw for me when it comes to rp, and i like to go DEEP.

✿ PLOTS OR MEMES:    i love a healthy mix of both!! plots are great for very specific things i want to have play out or explore, and that structure can be really nice. even just some plotted pre-established relationship before jumping into a thread goes a long way for me. memes on the other hand, i adore as well. prompts to respond to will forever be easier than writing a starter with little to nothing to go off of and honestly? i’ve discovered some interesting interactions/aspects of characters i didn’t expect through memes & memes turned into threads.

✿ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:    not to call myself out or anything but i’m gonna go ahead and say both again. long replies will always be my top favourite because lord knows i can get really long-winded while writing. i love exploring a character’s thoughts & feelings in response to things and long replies will always be the best way to delve into those in as much depth as i like. short stuff can be good too though, given sometimes you wanna write but don’t have the energy for paragraph after paragraph lmao. plus?? there’s a lot of fun & silliness that can be had in shorter threads that i’ll never turn down.

✿ BEST TIME TO WRITE:    whenever i have the attention span. honestly though, that seems to be evenings for me, maybe with a little afternoon mixed in.

✿ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):    uhhh... i won’t deny that i tend to pick up muses who i can relate to in some capacity. scara... i wouldn’t say i relate to him a TON, but we do share a sort of... lostness. i used to know what i wanted too, but things fell apart, as they do, and i still feel kinda just. lost in limbo. can also relate to wanting to stomp all over your emotions, so. yeAH LMAO if i’m like him at all, it’s in small ways.

tagged by:  the best goose @rosemourne tagging:  UHM. i never know who to tag. let’s see... @florafound, @chronal-anomaly, @luckuki, @alatusatlas, @lupusmatra, & anyone who’d like to be tagged?

[wanderrlust0]

first meal of the day at like 11:30pm and i tried wingstops chicken burger for the first time.

it was the spicy korean one and it was decent. it was more like a bbq sauce flavor but it was nice bc it was saucy. also tried some of the lemon pepper chicken burger and that was good too. that one felt more like an original chicken burger flavor since it didnt have all the sauce on it. their fries are so unique like i just realized they put sugar on them and thats why they taste sweet but i like it. now im full and tired but not tired; my body is tired. wasnt expecting to but i cried a little today and i did it in front of my bf. i can count on one hand the amount of times he’s seen me cry in person. i just feel like my body doesnt allow me to cry easily in front of people except one person. so yeah that happened while we were cuddling and just talking about parts of my life that is a sensitive topic for me. i didnt think it was but the more that it has come up in discussion, ive realized that it just makes me wanna cry and i’ll typically just fight back tears and hold it in. im also really bad when it comes to expressing the thoughts that i try to forget about or avoid sharing bc i feel like im trauma dumping. my bf helps me sort of break out of that mindset and to let things out. its still hard for me tho and i always feel choked up when i talk about situations and feelings i keep hidden. i also dont like making eye contact when its deep, vulnerable convos like that. ive always been kind of weird with eye contact. sometimes im still making sure that i keep eye contact with whoever im having a convo with. mostly if they keep looking at me i feel like i need to look at them back ofc & then sometimes my mind starts wandering bc im thinking about if my eye contact is too strong. if i look weird. if they can tell that i feel forced to look back. obviously this is more so for people im not friends with bc ofc im fine with friends but yeah. i always break away eye contact to feel more comfortable and so i feel less stared at, especially when me and my bf get into more serious talks. they know im reserved and stuff. idk, lately life keeps giving me highs and lows. as soon as something good happens its like okay something bad will happen soon. it always does. theres always something new. i literally just wanna feel like my life is normal. be as independent as my friends. have normal family relationships like my bf. not feel behind in life. feel successful and healthy. i feel like ive developed abandonment issues over time. i worry about the thought of losing my bf in my life. not in a codependent way but in a way where my life will just drop in serotonin. in recent past, when ive made him upset and he confronts me about it, it always made me scared in the moment that i could lose the one person who literally loves me the most. i mean he like loves loves me and it shows. i honestly still have moments where i’ll get insecure over things like if they mention another girl i’ll overthink and worry or whatever or i’ll wonder if they miss people from their past. i feel like thats normal tho maybe. i wanna cry again. as i was getting ready for work i was seriously saying to myself that i just want to cryyy right now and there i am, hours later, quietly crying in his bed. then about another hour later were just fucking lolol. so he mentioned androgyny and opinions on what i think he can do to look like that. that surprised me a bit but just a bit. i had no problem with it anyways. i think androgynous people are really attractive. i already like guys with femininity soo.. and ugh if theyre partly emo or looks like a pretty male and could prob be a twink lol and they have piercings or tattoos i. am. interested. completely random but my sex drive has been kind of on and off. i also kind of sort of want to get a sex toy. i dont own any rn so i want to try one. i also think it could help make me feel a little more pleasured in bed and thats a whole long separate topic. i shouldve taken melatonin but maybe i’ll get more sleepy soon and i can sleep in so its fine. didnt think id write this much but its been a while since i have // 10.8.22

[sweet-honey-fruit]

hi there! do u take req?

if u do, can u make a scenario when aether is being 100% overprotective when the reader is sick? im currently having a terrible headache rn so a little fluff wouldnt hurt. and can u make it the reader is kinda stubborn/denying that they're sick? sometimes i pushed myself but i know it will eventually take a toll on me. thank you & have a good day✨️

Love I do believe we are one in the same. I am the exact same way, a workaholic at heart and stubborn as all hell. I totally understand that! Here you go, and I hope you feel better soon!

I Told You So

Aether x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Sick reader, normal flu symptoms

This man was going to be the death of you. He’s giving you his signature stone look with his arms crossed, blocking your way to freedom. All you wanted to do was go out and get your commissions done, yet Aether was adamant about making you stay put, claiming that you are “sick.” Which was truly paranoiac of him, you were completely fine! Sure you had the sniffles, a cough, your body was a little warmer than usual, and you felt fatigued and dizzy, but that doesn’t mean that you’re sick!

“Aether, move out of the way-“ your voice came out nasally, only driving home Aether’s point further. He rolled his eyes at you, standing firmly in place. He honest to archons get so impressed by how stubborn you are. You always claim that you’re okay, but he sees the exhaustion in your eyes. Even before leading up to your sickness, you were working yourself to the bone. Taking on commissions after commissions, helping people all across Mondstadt and Liyue, even taking on some work loads for Jean. Your drive and motivation was something that Aether simultaneously admired and despised about you. The concept itself was admirable, but now the excessive amounts that seemed to course within you.

“I’ll move out of the way once I see you laying down in bed and getting some rest,” He took a step forward. The pointed expression on his face was almost enough to make you back down. But you were more stubborn than a Whopperflower.

“Oh please, the day I rest is the day I die! You’re making a big deal out of nothing. I’m perfectly healthy. Now get out of my way you overgrown slime,” You said sternly, trying to march over to the door yet your body seemed to tremble. You were slow, sluggish, and unbalanced, tripping a couple of times as you walked. The traveler just watched you with a mix of worry and sternness. He stayed put, continuing to block the door. “Look at you, you can barely even walk ten feet. And you wanna do commissions?” He shook his head as he saw you were untouched by his statement, cotninuing to mumble under his breath, “Fine. If you won’t rest willingly, then I’ll make you.”

He proceeded to wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up, walking you over to your shared bedroom. No amount of your protesting or smacking would influence him to put you down. It was true that you are stubborn, one of the most stubborn people he knows. When it comes to your health, though, there is no persuading him to leave you alone. He knows how you are and he knows you’ll keep denying that you’re sick until it’s too late. He can’t stop the images of seeing you passed out in the middle of a Hilichurl camp, about to be turned into their dinner.

Aether laid you down in the bed, proceeding to lay on top of you to keep you there. A loud, exaggerated grown slipped past your lips, settling on wrapping your arms around your boyfriends waist. “This has to go against all that Venti stands for. Prohibiting me freedom,” You said, glaring at the blonde man on top of you. He only gave a soft smile in return, bringing a hand up to your hair and combing through it. It was knotted up and a tad bit sweaty from the heat flashes you’ve been having. His voice was gentler than before, “Venti is the god of freedom but even he understands freedom has limitations. If he saw the condition you were in right now, he would be the one helping me keep you here.”

You scoffed, pulling away from his touch, “I told you that I am fine.” You voice was laced with annoyance. You were getting tired of him claiming that you are sick. He placed a quick peck on your forehead, humming. “You say that but you’re temperature is high. You could barely keep yourself standing up. You’re fatigued, coughing, oh, and what’s this?” His sentence drew off into mockery, a smug smile on his face as he wiped your forehead, a layer of sweat coating his fingertips, “Hot flashes, hm? All signs of the flu. You’re just too stubborn to notice.”

You stared at him, biting back your tongue. You know. You knew it. You knew you had the flu the moment you woke up and vomitted into the trash can. In these days, you don’t have time to spare on being sick. There were commissions to complete, money to be made, people to save. You can’t afford to stay in bed and rest.

Aether noticed your internal struggle. His hand came up to cup your cheek and to guide your face to look at him. His smile beamed with sincerity. “You know, it’s okay to take a break. It’s okay to focus on you. You deserve to take a day to rest, to get better. Teyvat will be okay for a couple of days without us.” Sighing, you reluctantly relaxed into the bed, closing your eyes. He’s right, you do desrve the rest.

[nishipostitz]

how haikyuu boys’ lips feel and are when getting a lil kissy kiss

gn!reader x kenma, kuroo, kageyama, suga, and suna

tw! little to none 💀 but uh, there is chapstick transferring through a kiss... reader apparently has no upper lip in kageyama’s.. older reader in suga’s.. this is all based on the vibe that theyre giving 😭 so pls dont come for me im sensitive, but even if you did, i could try to talk back 😔

kenma 

- since we’re starting off with kenma.. i’ll say one thing. the last time i watched haikyuu was at least 2-3 months ago, so i don’t remember everything. but i do remember not seeing kenma down any drinks. 

- i know he has the roughest, driest and desert like lips. i just KNOW he’s the type that doesn’t put chapstick on. tbh i dont either

you were applying your chapstick on your lips before leaving to go get groceries for dinner. you put on a heavy load, bc you KNEW kenma would ask for a kissy kiss before you left. and just like that, you were right. “then can i get a kiss before you leave?” he asked with his adoring eyes never leaving the screen. you smirked. gave him a kiss, and made sure that some chapstick was applied on his lips. you both released from the kiss and you smiled before walking away. at least i won’t be kissing the desert for the next few hours. kenma had no idea that chapstick was smothered on his lips until he licked his lips while playing his games. “hmm, i guess y/n ate some peaches before leaving..”

kuroo

- he’s the type of bf/husband that would tell his significant other to drink water and be hydrated, then forget about himself

- same for when talking to his teammates

- but i think his lips aren’t dry, but they’re not MOIST. they’re plump, but- whatever. he’s chapped. he’s the type that bites his lip skin

“kuroo can you please stop biting the skin off of your lips? maybe go drink some water or hydrate yourself?” kuroo looked over at you while cutting the vegetables. “hah you’re right! when was the last time i even drank water..” “KUROO!” “joking! it was.. actually idk” you slapped your forehead. “no kissy kissy’s for you unless you treat your lips some kindness” kuroo was flabergasted(3.0 yes im just so creative with words). “fine” he said as he slumped against the fridge to get himself some water. then, he applied some chapstick, “what about now?” he asked with his eyes trying to cutely seduce you. “a little better ig, not sure tho” “well why don’t we try it out then?” you didn’t have time to reply, and kuroo was already making the next move. 

kageyama

- he’s a kenma 2.0 bro

- bitch is the whole savanna

“uh babe, there’s a package for you” he said as he arrived home. he just finished his daily jog around the neighborhood, and decided to check the mail on his way, finding a package that was for you. “well, not necessarily, it’s for you” he felt special(twice). you bought something for him. but really, this was for him and you. kageyama was still confused. “how so?” “well, i bought this lip care product to hopefully help your lips become more kissable..” you said with a little sass. he pouted. “am i not kissable enough” he asked. “not quite. i don’t necessarily like kissing the savanna” kageyama was offended. “so this is to help my lips become more kissable?” “apparently it helps making your lips plumper too” you said as you tried to read the instructions. “that’s what you need. you got no upper lip” now you were offended. *smack*

suga

- my bae. my lifeline

- has the plumpest, most soothing and soft lips

- damn his lips are softer than any other. even your pillow

- DONT ASK ABOUT THE PILLOW

honestly, suga has great care over his body. his body is well kept and healthy, his figure is CHEFS KISS. his mental state is pretty clear and stable, and most importantly, his LIPS are just SO SOFT. he was currently writing an essay for his project, and you’re supposed to be on the side proofreading it for him since you’re a year older and already passed this class, except you’re so distracted by his physique and just flabbergasted(4.0) on how you scored a man as beautiful and talented as he was. “you know, if i could, i could totally kiss you rn, but ik how distracted you’ll be bc im amazing” you say bluntly. suga blinked a few times, trying to process what you said. “wouldn’t it be the other way around? since you’re already enamored by me, and if we kiss rn, you’ll just be even more distracted than you were in the past hour since you love me and my lips so much” you were now on pause mode. “huh, you’re right. but that doesn’t matter. come give me a kissy kissy pls, i’ve been doing a great job proofreading” “the only thing you’ve been reading are my lips when i was reading out my essay” you blushed. he sure was a smart cookie. STOP BC I SOUND LIKE A BOOMER

suna

- he’s a mix tbh

- it really depends. he seems like the type to go hours without drinking water bc he’s so distracted with his phone and watching atsumu volleyball fails on yt and tiktok

- but when he DOES drink water, he downs gallons of it..

“suna” he looked up at you. HAH LOOKED UP. youre shorter BAHAHAHS. “what” “i heard water is a good source for keeping lips nice and not dry” you say as you eyed him. “that’s exactly why i’m doing whatever i’m doing right now” you rolled your eyes. “well don’t do it at a restaurant.” he put down his 6th cup of water. “i’m doing it so i can get let’s of kissy kissies for the night. “well, you should’ve done that throughout the day. bc doing it rn, isn’t going to ‘undry’ your lips quick enough.” “oh wanna bet?” he asked with a smug smile. let’s say that you won the bet, and there’s a pouty suna. 

[lovely-angst]

the first time they meet you

a/n: im trying things out with doing three quick fics with one prompt. lmk how you like it.

genre: fluff

pairing: bakugou x reader, hawks x reader, dabi x reader

summary: the first time he sees/meets you

word count: 1.6k

08.04.21

bakugou - coffee shop

it was a long, long day of patrol for bakugou.

he had so much on his plate that day from staying late the night before to finish some reports and then having to wake up early for his daily patrol—not to mention all of the inconveniences of catching and apprehending some wannabe villains.

thankfully, he was able to get off work by the time the had begun to set. golden hues decorating the evening sky as bakugou walked back towards his apartment.

his feet were sore and ached from being on his toes all day. all bakugou wanted to do was to relax in the comfort and silence of his home.

taking a seat on a short concrete block wall, bakugou pulls the mask up over his eyes to push his bangs back, allowing the subtle breeze to cool him down as he took a small breather from his exhaustion.

he didn't have the energy to do anything.

"dynamight?" a small voice calls out before bakugou turns his head in their direction. you stood a few feet away from him timidly, but a smile on your face as you gently approached the unapproachable male.

"sorry, i'm not doing any autographs or pictures right now," he mumbled out exhaustedly, but to his surprise, you shook your head. "no, i'm not here for that," you say before taking a step back to gesture towards the cafe behind you, "i was wondering if you would like to come in and i can quickly get you something to eat and drink?"

bakugou glanced over at the empty cafe before glancing back at you and back at the cafe.

"it was a shock to see you outside the cafe and you look really exhausted. it's the least i can do for you," you continue, "you don't have to worry about fans, i'm about to close the cafe right now, so no one should be coming,"

bakugou knew that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself when his feet ached with every step and the tiredness was beginning to consume his body.

"fine, just this once," he answered, pushing himself up and off the concrete before following you, who beamed with happiness.

as you walked in, you held the door open for the pro hero before you stepped back out to grab the menu board before flipping the sign from 'open' to 'close', letting the door shut behind you.

"would you like some coffee? or do you prefer tea?" you question as you walk behind the counter, preparing a few things for him. bakugou sat down at one of the empty tables, glancing around at the peaceful and aesthetic atmosphere.

"tea," he states, "i'm not a big coffee person," you hum in response, "i'll get you one of our refreshing tea drinks then. i think you'll like it."

it wasn't long before you came back out with a thirst-quenching drink and a nice hearty little sandwich with it.

"i added a sandwich for you filled with healthy and light ingredients so it'll give you the energy to finish your day. i hope the drink is to your liking as well," you explain, listing out the different ingredients, "i'll be here cleaning up while you finish. take your time."

bakugou was very thankful for the sandwich if he was honest—he was starving, having skipped his lunch earlier. taking a bite of the sandwich, he noted the different textures and flavors that mixed well together. ontop of that, the drink was great by itself and even better with the sandwich.

his eyes drifted off towards you, who bobbed your head gently to the quiet background music of the cafe, moving in every which way to finish closing up your shop.

after quickly finishing off his small meal, he brought the dishes back to you and you happily accepted them, declining to accept any payment, "it's on me! you enjoying the meal is more than enough!"

"also, why not try stopping by during one of your early shifts for some coffee? relax and refuel before your long day as a hero?," you suggest with those bright eyes of yours.

bakugou couldn't help the slight lift of the corner of his lips, "i might just have to."

-

hawks - after a mission

hawks had just gotten done with a rather stressful rescue due to the many kids on the site he had to protect. thankfully he had all of his feathers and was able to use them to protect the kids while his sidekicks were busy securing the villain.

"are you kids okay?" hawks questioned as he was able to usher them into a safe corner away from the action. "i'm okay mr.hawks!"

hawks let out a small smile before patting the young child on the head. "where is miss (name)?"

hawks opened his mouth just as a soothing yet worried voice cut through the sirens and the commotion. turning around, hawks laid his eyes on you and his heart skipped a beat.

stepping aside from the kids, you ran over towards the children before kneeling down on their level to give them all hugs, checking them over for any injuries, "oh, i'm so glad you are all safe! i was so worried! are you okay? are you hurt anywhere?"

one of the little girls shook their head before pointing up at hawks, "i'm okay! mr.hawks saved us!"

turning around, you quickly stood up before giving him a very polite bow, "thank you so much, hawks! i am forever grateful!"

"no need to be so formal! i'm just doing my job," he responds with a smile, only for panic to set in when he sees the blood streaming down from your head. "miss! your head is bleeding, we need to get you checked out!"

"oh, i think this is from when I blocked the kids earlier from falling debris. i feel fine," you respond, which makes hawks worry even more.

hawks quickly calls for his sidekicks to stay with the children while he goes to get you checked up on. thankfully, there was a medical team nearby and hawks waited with you as they patched you up.

"again, thank you so much for saving my kids back there. I don't know what i would do if they had gotten hurt. you're an amazing hero." you compliment, sitting on the back of an ambulance as the medic carefully wraps your head to stop the bleeding.

"i could say the same about you," hawks starts, "you didn't hesitate to risk your life for those kids—you're the real hero. "

a shy smile forms on your lips as you look away from the very handsome man in front of you, "well, i love my kids. i'd do anything for them."

hawks couldn't help but admire you.

"i'm (name) by the way," you say, holding a hand out towards the hero. hawks smiles at you, reaching over to give your hand a firm shake.

"hawks. nice to meet you, (name)."

dabi - flower shop

dabi usually hated the rain, but today, he was thankful for it.

he had just escaped from some pro heroes and hid in a small alleyway in a quiet part of town away from any heroes. the cool droplets of water felt refreshing on his burning skin after overusing his quirk. though, he wasn't sure the injuries he sustained would heal quickly with the rain.

hearing a small bell ring, dabi quickly pressed himself up against the wall as he listened for any movement.

"ah it's raining!" a voice called out before their alarmed footsteps ran about, causing the puddles to splash every which way. suddenly, a pail of flowers fell into his view before you quickly bent down to pick them back up.

sensing someone staring, you turned and your eyes were met with his bright blue ones, causing you to squeak and fall back, "y-you scared me!" you cried before picking yourself back up and frowning at your dirtied outfit.

"hey, are you okay?" you asked as you carefully walked toward him. "you're bleeding! let me go get a medical kit," you explained before running around the corner to your flower shop.

but dabi knew better.

you were going to call the heroes on him, you only used that as an excuse to get away. standing up with all of the power he could muster, dabi limped his way down the street as far as he could—away from you.

"hey! where are you going!" you cried as dabi heard more splashes behind him, your small pitter-patters against the puddles.

turning around, dabi's eyes widened as he watched you chase after him in the rain, your hair getting wet with the rain and sticking to your face as you caught up with the male.

"let's hide from the rain over here," you say as you gently help dabi away from the rain before settling him down on a bench. "don't you know who i am?" dabi asked frustratedly, but you just continued to clean and dress his wounds. "sorry, i don't, but i can care less about that right now," you respond to dabi's surprise.

dabi watched as you carefully cleaned him up, watching the raindrops slide down your soft skin.

"that should do it," you say, standing back with a smile. dabi follows your movements, "thanks doll, but i gotta run," he responds, throwing his hood over his head.

"oh, well, stay safe then," you respond as the two of you enter back into the rain. he gives you a playful smile before vanishing from your view.

walking back to your flower shop to finish bringing your flowers back, you thought that would be the last of him. but to your surprise a few days later, tied onto the handle of your shop was a blue rose with a note attached,

'thanks for the other day, doll.

- dabi'

[spyoikawa]

still on that saiki k brainrot so hear me out-

metori, saiki, teruhashi, aren and hairo with an s/o who really loves to bake/cook-

no thoughts just Reader learning how to make coffee jelly for saiki (like maybe they make him a tower of coffee jelly for an anniversary or his birthday-). no thoughts just Reader cooking something for metori who pretends to not want to eat it cause it’s ‘peasant food’ but ends up really enjoying their cooking. no thoughts just cooking/baking date with teruhashi. no thoughts just teaching aren how to cook/bake and having a food trade with him, bringing him lunch/a snack to school. and no thoughts just hairo hyping Reader up while they cook/bake and making stuff for him to bring to class rep meetings-

thank you! <3

the excitement I got got I saw teruhasi- i don't see a lot of writing for her and I get happy when I get to do less than common things! Thanks!

I'm running low on creative juices, so please I hope you don't mind if I use the exact scenarios you suggested 💀

Note: some of the things I wrote felt really rude so please don't mind the tone tags in parentheses, also i have not edited this yet

Saiki, Teruhasi, Hairo, Aren, and Saiko with an S/O who can cook/bake

♡romantic♡

Saiki Kusuo (italics = saiki telepathy)

Although it was undeniably tasty, your boyfriend's obsession with coffee jelly was not only getting out of hand but also quite expensive-

I mean he spent 3,000 yen for one serving-

But yanno what it's ok, coffee jelly is easy to make, and this gives you an excuse to hang out (not that you need one)

"Ok Ku, i had an idea"

I like it, just make sure you teach me how to do it too

"Rude. I wasn't finished"

You did in your head

As endearing as it could be sometimes, Saiki's mind-reading could be a pain occasionally

You wound me.

"Good. (/j)"

After a long debate over recipes and serving sizes, there it was, in all its glory, your first batches of coffee jelly

it was heaven

You did end up sharing the recipe with him, but it still became a little tradition to make the coffee jelly together

It just tastes better that way :)

Kokomi Teruhashi

In the midst of your TV and cuddles date, Kokomi huffed and turned off the TV

But of course it was rude to just turn off the TV, so she offered to play a board game instead

You did play with her, but your curiosity was begging as to why she wanted to change the activity

"Hey Kokomi, this game is fun, don't worry... but why'd you turn off the TV so suddenly?"

"Oh, it was nothing! I just thought you would like this game, and I wanted you to enjoy yourself more!"

Now, that's the answer the most perfect girl in the world would give

But Kokomi is still human, there's gotta be something wrong

You spent a while thinking to yourself about what you were watching, you two agreed on a documentary, then after the documentary, the channel played a cooking show with a guest baker/cook Makoto Teruhashi- oh.

So that was it

At the end of the round, you stood up and offered your hand to pull up Kokomi with you.

"Hey, wanna make a bet?"

She looked up with a bit of curiosity.

"I bet you, I can make your favorite dish, far better than Makoto can"

She smiled a bit, "sure!"

Her favorite food was simple, so you taught her to cook it and added in some other things just for fun (and so she can't recreate it without your secret ingredients)

Now you guys have cooking dates often and always find ways to spice up foods (and beat Makoto at whatever he was doing on tv)

Hairo Kineshi

my thoughts and prayers go to you

we all saw what happened when he tried to make crepes

but in his mind, it was a learning opportunity

You guys were taking an after-school stroll, the weather was really nice, it would be a shame if you two just went home and did nothing. Walks like these tend to get sentimental and nostalgic, so your conversation subconsciously started to drift towards school life.

"And do you remember that time we had to get kuboyasu, kaido, and nendo to play on a baseball team? Oh my god thank god it didn't go too poorly, that one player really pulled through at the end..." you laughed out

"Haha I do remember that, I can't believe we got them to play, it really could've gone worse" He smiled as he remembered that day, but then his eyes drifted up to a bakery across the road. "Speaking of poor experiences..."

after he explained to you he and kaido's crepe disaster, you couldn't help but tease fun at him for a bit

but you did agree to teach him more about cooking and baking

he's a bit too passionate about cracking eggs, but hey, at least you can work faster

after many, many burnt crepes and pans, there it was, a fallen appart, incorrectly folded, but still a properly cooked crepe sat there in all its beauty

it kinda looked like this

Although he does learn many different things with you, crepes will be the thing he makes over and over again, even when he has it down to a science, just because it's the first thing you taught him, and he will keep that sweet memory forever (get it. sweet? Cause crepes? Im funny i swear.)

Aren Kuboyasu

He actually knows how to cook pretty well

He's not really sure when he picked up cooking, its kinda just stuck around, but he enjoys it, it makes him seem more goody

and he can treat you :)

I will die on my "aren lives for the most basic/domestic activities hill"

cooking with him is always an experience, he will play music in the background, and pull you aside to dance at random times

also does that really hot thing where he stands behind you, reaches around to hold your hands, and basically has you in a cage while showing you how to do something

it's one of those spontaneous things to do, if there's nothing else to do, might as well make something to eat

firm believer in "if you have to eat to live, you might as well eat delicious foods" so he will always try out new things with you if its healthy and tasty

"bab look at this show" you called out from where you were sitting, there was a cooking show/food documentary on, and it was showing a special food. "it says this chicken has a secret sauce they dip it in"

he walked over to the tv and watched it for a couple seconds, thinking a bit.

"...wanna figure it out?"

"yes. I'll make the chicken if you figure out the sauce?"

"deal."

will you ever know if you got the secret sause? Nope, but you did figure out a chicken recipe that is good as hell

he probably writes down all the recipes you "invented" together for safekeeping and so he can return to it later, but he refuses to show it to anyone

Saiko Metori

as much as I love him, we all saw in that one episode how picky he is while eating, and is probably a bitch to please while cooking/baking

so after a lot of convincing, you got him to sit in the kitchen with you so he can watch you bake for the two of you

in reality, all you have to do is give the dish a fancy rich-sounding name, you just have to be really careful with what you say

like this 💀

you decided to bake for him today, baking is a lot more "by the book" than cooking, so you thought he would take a bit of comfort in knowing it was done in a professional way

"alright tori, so I think I'll make a heavy pastry made with fine cacao and extracts, baked into a rich dessert for a fine sweet palette"

"you're making brownies aren't you"

"🧍‍♂️"

Told you, you have to be as specific as possible

He does eventually get interested in what you're doing though, as he never really sees his personal chef cook, and wants to help you by the end

He really did enjoy it! It quickly became one of his favorite treats

But funny enough, no matter how many bakeries he tried or how many times his chef tried, they never tasted the same

(you put in special spices as your own little mark on the treat)

so he ends up having you over for more cooking dates

Which he really does enjoy btw

as a tsundere he will look all annoyed and probably call you a plebe, but these are his favorite types of dates