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omi-boshi · 2 months

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thinking of little omi wanting a dog but his parents tell him he has to earn it because it's a big responsibility for someone as young as he is. so, he sets up a piggy bank to save up for adoption fees. he doesn't tell his parents about it because he wants to show them when he's saved up enough money.

surely if he has the money that means he's responsible enough right?

in the following months, omi sets aside a fraction of his daily allowance to put into his piggy bank.

it's slow-going until his siblings find the piggy bank labeled with "dog savings" in omi's messy scrawl. they're so charmed by their baby brother's antics that they slip in their own spare change behind omi's back.

they never tell him of course because knowing their brother —their sweet and earnest little brother — he would want to do this on his own.

by the time omi's 10th birthday comes, his piggy bank is practically bursting at the seams. he holds it tightly in his little hands as his family sings him a happy birthday.

when it's time to blow out the candles and he has to make a wish, he lifts up the piggy bank and tells his parents how he's been saving up the past few months. that he has enough to pay for the adoption fees. that he's 10, and he's a big boy now, ready for big boy responsibilities.

"i'm responsible enough for a dog now, right?" he would then ask, eyes bright with earnest hope he tries so hard to tamp down just in case they say no. his parents would exchange surprised looks followed immediately by shaking heads and laughter. lots of laughter. omi is rightfully confused. he frowns.

are they laughing at him? the thought makes him flush in embarrassment. his dad leaves the room, still laughing. when he comes back, it's with a box that's almost a little too big for omi. the birthday cake lays forgotten, candles melted, as omi looks curiously at the box in front of him, then to his parents, and then his siblings, and then back to the box.

his older brother nudges him to open it and when he does, omi doesn't know what to do with himself. the akita puppy yipping at him in the box was too much for 10-year-old omi to bear that he starts bawling.

he's hugging the puppy to hide his tears, and in the background he hears cooing and more birthday wishes from his family.

see, his parents had always intended to give omi a dog the moment he asked. omi rarely asked for anything so whenever he did, his parents were always more than ready and excited to give it to him. however, this time, they waited until his birthday because, admittedly, they had a hard time thinking of what to get him.

it seems they made the right decision watching their son pet the akita in quiet awe. they're happy that their little boy loved his birthday present but when they see his dejected little pout a little while later followed by a sad, "i saved for nothing then..." they knew they had to make right with him (not really but what is omi if not their precious youngest).

and that's how omi ends up with not one but two puppies for his 10th birthday.

#i just think the sakusa family dotes and spoils their youngest a lot #but kiyoomi is a quiet kid who rarely lets his parents know what he wants so the rare occasion he does they're practically vibrating #in excitement to provide;;;;#they just love him a lot :(#i guess this counts as an early birthday piece :'))#advanced happy birthday kiyoomi (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)!#sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu #sakusa headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #haikyuu fluff #san's blobs #san's omi brainrot

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etoiile · 4 months

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boys who are known as talkative and loud but go completely silent the minute a word falls out of your mouth. they hang onto every word you say and listen completely and carefully while his friends are just sitting there shocked at his quietness.

"huh? yeah, he's pretty quiet! he's a good listener."

"girl. NO HE'S NOT"

itadori, bachira, hinata, bokuto, and ur other energetic favs <3

©etoiile

#ami writes 💌#idk if this counts as writing bc its js a thought but idc #was thinking abt this bc it literally happened to me #i thought this guy was like pretty quiet and js a listener in general and then his friends were like no he never shuts up and i was like hu #itadori x reader #itadori fluff #itadori headcanons #bachira x reader #bachira fluff #bachira headcanons #hinata x reader #hinata fluff #hinata headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto headcanons

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jadewritesficshere · 7 months

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Bathroom

Eddie Munson x female!reader

An unserious moment becomes serious talking about love.

Warnings: peeing (NOT watersports, you quite literally just pee in front of each other), fluff

The trailer door slams open as you rush inside. You and Eddie had been stuck in traffic- thanks construction. What normally would have been an hour drive back from Indy took three.

And you had to pee. There was no place to stop after the last city, and you didn't have to go then. The usually empty roads to Hawkins were flooded with people going on detours. You couldn't even pull over and just go in the country due to the amount of people.

You rushed to the bathroom and shut the door. Your bladder was screaming at you. The chill of the toilet seat didn't even bother you as you sat down.

You were about to go when the door popped open and Eddie strolled in. "Move your legs i gotta go too," Eddie said unzipping his jeans. Your mouth dropped in shock for a second," What? No!" Eddie scoffed," I won't pee on you. I've got great aim."

You crossed your arms," Eddie, my thighs are too big. This bathroom is so tiny, I wouldn't even be able to spread my legs enough."

Eddie opens his mouth to argue but you speak again," Just go in the shower." Eddie gasps and throws a hand against his chest," Weren't you the one who said not to go in the shower? The hypocrisy!"

You roll your eyes," We aren't currently showering Eds, the shower is to get clean-" "You can pee and then get clean! You're in the shower and cleaning already!"

Your bladder screams in protest again," Eddie just wait for me to pee and then you can. Or you can use the shower."

Eddie grumbles but turns towards the shower. Theres a moment of silence between you both before you both start going. Eddie is the only person you would feel comfortable going in front of.

The relief your bladder feels is immediate. You hang your head for a second as you sigh, your hands clasped in front of you. The feeling of a hand on your head causes you to glance up. Eddie's eyes lock with yours as you both continue to go.

"What?" You narrow your eyes at him. "Just was thinking," Eddie starts but you cut him off," Eyes on the stream!" Eddie's vision darts back to where his stream had inched closer to the edge of the tub. "Whoops." "Great aim huh?" You chuckle, grabbing his hand off your head and holding it in yours.

Eddie smiled slightly," You thought i had good aim last night." You both chuckle as he squeezes your hand slightly," Nah I was just thinking. For better or worse yeah? Sickness and in health? We should add those who pee together stay together or something."

Both of your streams come to an end as you stare at Eddie. Your heart beats faster suddenly. Eddie tucks himself back in his jeans as you clear your throat. "You wanna marry me?" You ask quietly. You had hoped but...

Eddie's head snaps over to you," You didn't know?" You shrug as you grab toilet paper. "Hold on- shit!" Eddie stubs his toe against the sink as he quickly turns it on to wash his hands. You clean up as he scrubs soap quickly over his hands. He rinses it off as you stand back up, pulling your pants up. He haphazardly dries his hands on a towel and grabs your face in his hands.

You can still feel some water and soap on his hands drip down your cheeks. "Baby," Eddie's brown eyes stare into yours, " I love you. So much. I thought I made that clear, but if you have a single doubt then I havent done my job well. I. Love. You."

Eddie nods once before kissing your forehead," I would do anything. Even the gross things. Like letting you pop my pimples. Or rubbing your back as you throw up. Or holding your hand while you poop."

You wrinkle your nose," Ew. You've never held my hand while I pooped before." Eddie nods gravely," I would be willing to suffer thro-" you slap his arm in mock offense as he breaks down in laughter, causing you to join in.

Eddie grins at you," Yeah, no seriously. I would do anything for you. I would fight Vecna again- which was probably the worst thing I've been through. But I would do it again, willingly, for you. In the worst of times to the best of times, I want to be with you. You already own my heart and I would carve it out of my chest and hand it to you. My heart beats for you."

You smile at Eddie and pull him in for a hug," And I love you. I love you with my whole heart, mind, and soul. Every fiber of my being screams my love for you. "

You lean into his hold, swaying slightly as he hugs you. "I love you so much," Eddie mumbles. You pull back to look at him," Did we just say our vows in a bathroom?" Eddie barks out a laugh," I think we did."

Eddie grins at you and removes a ring from his hand," I'll get you a real one later, but uh since we already said our vows. Figure i should ask if ya wanna marry me." "Yeah, I guess I'll marry you," you feign nonchalance as you excitedly grab the ring and slide it on your hand.

You both laugh slightly, the love radiating from you two. You shake your head and grin, because only Eddie Munson would propose in a bathroom. And only you would say yes.

#Is this gross i find it sweet anyways hi #This is based on a convo me and a friend had once “those who poop together stay together”#I dont think this counts as a piss kink but then I was like shit what if it did fjshsksk #Anyways Eddie would absolutely propose in a bathroom he is 100% the type to do it casually as the moment arises #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson fluff #Jade is Talking #Stranger Things #Yes this is the post I was thinking of when I said wait what do people consider gross cause this isn't gross to me but

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emelinstriker · 1 year

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Macaque ♡ Bath Time

First of all, this is all still SFW, but would be leading into NSFW with the ending implication. So this still counts as Fluff. Also I personally would call him Mac-Mac, so that shall now be implemented into my fics.

That being said...

CW: slight suggestive vibe, nudity, mild gore(? had to hold back a lot from making it full on detailed descriptions), maybe faint yandere behavior if you squint

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"I've told you before. Hands off my territory... No one to blame but yourself."

The dark-furred simian dropped the demon's corpse onto the pavement with a dark grin. It's been a while since he really got to do this to another demon. He's been holding back his true strength ever since he met you, in hopes of not scaring you off... Well, at least he didn't usually attack demons with you around. That didn't mean he would kill them even when you weren't present.

However... this particular demon crossed the line. Not only did this demon return to the apartment complex, the Six-Eared Macaque's territory, despite having been warned... But this demon also threatened to kill him, as well as you and your neighbors right after.

Little did he know that your husband was a lot more capable than any other ordinary demon this guy had ever faced before, by far. Despite his size compared to the intruder, he could easily fold him.

And of course, Macaque didn't take this random demon's threats lightly. Killing off a threat to you and your home once in a while wouldn't be so bad, no? Surely a little bit of self-defense in the name of your safety should be fine.

So he did what he seemed most fit. Getting rid of the pest that spoke of those threats. After all, endangering you in any way, shape or form was off-limits. Anyone attempting to break this one simple rule had to deal with the consequences and would be punished by your loving husband...

Violence may not always be the answer, but life is multiple choice.

And death was just one of the options.

A quite merciful one at that.

Macaque glanced down at the blood that now stained not only his clothes, but his fur too. He rolled his eyes, grumbling about needing to take a bath. After all, he wouldn't want his beloved to be stained by another demon's blood when he hugged them. And thus, he disposed of the body by engulfing it in a shadow portal. He was torn between letting it fall into lava or the ocean, but he decided that lava would be the quickest solution. If the corpse somehow managed to not be gone by the time the Demon Bull Family saw something floating on the surface of one of their lava pits, then they could simply see it as a nice aesthetic gift to their home.

He used another shadow portal to return to your shared apartment's living room. Everything was quiet, so much so that he had no problems hearing all your neighbors without even trying, which the shadow monkey already anticipated. Usually it was him that would come home later than you, but not today since his plays were scheduled for only half of the week. And it was a good thing he had the day off. Who knows what would've happened if you came home first and encountered the demon he got rid of instead!

After making his way past your bedroom door, he let a shadow clone enter and pick some fresh clothes for him. Meanwhile, he prepared his bath. The dark-furred simian noticed the lack of a shampoo bottle near the bathtub, so he ended up picking the plum-scented shampoo from the cabinet beneath the sink. Macaque was considering using body wash as well, but decided against it as most of what the blood got on was pure fur anyway. His shadow clone then walked in with fresh clothes, placing them on the closed toilet seat before vanishing back into his shadow.

However, before he could undress, his ears caught the sound of keys clashing by the front door. He smiled to himself at the implication- Only you had keys to the apartment since he didn't need keys to enter. And his assumption was indeed correct.

"Mac-Mac, I'm home!" Your lovely voiced called out from down the hallway as you entered.

"Heya, sugarplum! I'll be right with you, just gonna take a bath first!" He called back through he closed door. It did take a while until the tub was actually filled with warm water, so in the meantime he inspected his nude, scarred form in the mirror. He sighed to himself as he tried getting some blood off manually with his fingers, but to no avail. It would be difficult to clean up some spots, for sure. Especially those splatters that ended up on his back...

Another thing he did while waiting for the bathtub to fill up was to listen in on what you were doing. From what he could still hear past the noises coming from the faucet and your neighbors, apparently you were eating dinner. Presumably leftovers from the fridge as he did not recall you cooking anything earlier that day.

Once the tub was full, he turned off the faucet, then climbed inside and began to clean himself up. Macaque started off by washing all his fur on and around his head, at least that was easy to do. There wasn't even all that much blood stuck in there in the first place... Well, except for maybe the front.

He was so busy rubbing the blood off his arms that he didn't hear you walking towards the bathroom. At least until you lightly knocked on the door, pulling him back into reality.

"May I come in? I need a dry towel for the kitchen", you asked. Your husband told you that you may enter, so you did.

It was far from the first time you saw him without clothes, so it wasn't exactly awkward when you came in and picked one of the thinner towels. After choosing a fitting one, your eyes glanced over at the dark-furred simian. Honestly, he was already handsome by default. Him without a shirt was even better. But his wet, shiny fur glistening in the light of the bathroom made him look a lot more appealing on top of it all.

Suddenly, his own gaze landed on you. He seemed a bit confused, but this little bit of confusion was quickly wiped away as his smug grin took over.

Shit. He probably heard your heartbeat increase... Curse his intense hearing!

"What's the matter, sugarplum? Like what you see~?"

You were about to respond in a flustered, passive aggressive manner... Until you noticed the amount of red that was still very much present on his fur. You paused for a second before becoming concerned. "What happened? Did you get into a fight? Is that your blood?!" You asked frantically.

Macaque's grin left just as quickly as it came. "No, no! Well... I mean yes, I did get into a fight. B- But this isn't my blood!" That statement only eased your concerns a bit. You simply stood there in thought with the folded towel in hand... Until he seemed to try wash off some blood his back, but to no avail.

"Do you need help getting it off?" You asked as you slowly put the towel onto the sink.

He raised an eyebrow at you before waving his hand dismissively. "I wouldn't mind the company."

You hummed in amusement as you made your way over to the bathtub, getting onto your knees next to it. Macaque handed you the bottle of shampoo and you put a portion of it onto your hand, putting the bottle next to you on the ground. You then scooped up a bit of water with your other hand and mixed both liquids together. Afterwards your hands were free to roam around your husband's back, trying to get rid of the red colors and the faint stench...

Honestly, you couldn't tell if it was just the blood because his fur seemed to stink on its own.

Suddenly, the dark-furred simian started to purr as you started gently cleaning blood around his tail. You actually had a somewhat hard time cleaning it... Macaque's joy over you handling his tail so gently only made it move around more. That in of itself wouldn't have been much of a problem, but we have to take his extra strength into consideration. He may be holding back by a lot, but his tail was still able to casually pick you up if he wanted to. So trying to keep it still enough to properly get rid of stains was a challenge.

You grinned at his tail's excitement, "Do you want me to wash the rest of your body too or what?"

The shadow monkey halted before fake-thinking with a hum. "Only if you get in here with me."

You gave him a blank look for a few seconds. Macaque thought this suggestion was a bit too much for you today. You barely got off work after all. Thus he was about to apologize... until he heard you take off your own clothes.

He paused as his tail's tip flicked back above the water in anticipation. His head whipped to the side to see you put your clothes onto his own pile or dirty clothes. With your body now in the nude, you approached the bathtub before demanding him to scoot over so you could sit behind him. You then positioned yourself so he was sitting between your legs, practically having been captured so he could never escape. (He wouldn't have minded to be honest.)

And without another word, you proceeded to continue washing him. Mainly his back and sides due to his fur's locations, but you occasionally would brush over part of his chest. Most of his fur in the back wasn't even bloody, but it was still nice to help clean him. At one point his tail wrapped around your waist as he leaned back into your hold, purring while slightly rubbing himself against you. You cooed at him being adorable and tried countering him by pushing your body firmly against his, trying to reach at least part of his legs better.

However, the moment you got to his hips towards his abdomen, he chuckled. "Not low enough, sugarplum~"

You rolled your eyes at his words with a flustered smile, "Mac-Mac, you can clean that area yourself. I can barely even clean your legs from here." He pouted as his head turned to face you, just so you could see his disappointment. You grinned at him in return.

"Do I at least get a reward for cleaning up the rest myself?" He asked with a knowing smirk as his gaze lowered towards your body below the water. That cheeky little bastard... You raised an eyebrow at the monkey's suggestion. The fact that his tail seemed to slowly make its way towards your thigh didn't help the situation.

You sighed in defeat as you nuzzled into your husband's furry back. "Okay fine. But, only one round, got it? I still have work tomorrow, and you know how much our stamina differs."

Macaque chuckled, using his hands to position your arms around his torso, your hands against his chest. "I can't promise anything, sugarplum~" He swiftly turned around more until he was able to give you a quick kiss on the lips, his hands holding your head for better access. "I love you."

In return, you leaned in as well for a kiss that would last a little longer. "I love you too..."

"Well, guess I better get to cleaning now, just so we have more time for my reward~", he said in his low voice as he pulled away. It didn't take long for Macaque to completely clean himself, especially with this new motivation literally sitting behind him with a flushed, yet amused look.

Maybe you should offer him this type of reward for doing house chores, just to motivate him into actually doing those more often.

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#lmk x reader #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #fluff #bath #suggestive #only a bit tho #i personally dont think it counts rly into gore due to how i removed all the actual descriptions tbh

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alkalinefrog · 2 years

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Someone’s been practicing their latte art~~

Hijack Week Day 5 - Coffee & Flower Shop AU

aaaaand I’m calling that a wrap, Happy Hijack Week everyone!

#my art #hijack #hijack week #hijack week 2022 #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #jack frost #rise of the guardians #how to train your dragon #storyboards #I'm sorry for the angst this is supposed to be a fluff blog have this as a palet cleanser #I don't think I'm going to have time to do the days I missed but NOT BAD FOR MY FIRST SHIP WEEK #to be fair me and twia went insane and did fma 4x so I think it counts as the full week #frostcup #jackycup

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kakushino · 9 months

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Haganezuka's apprentice - Fem!Reader

You'd heard about his temper, or rather, you heard his temper, long before you first saw him. The need for new swordsmiths went beyond personal wants and so, you found yourself as one of the would-be apprentices under masters of their trade. Your master though? Haganezuka Hotaru

Since you would be entering the Swordsmiths' village proper, as a citizen and not a visitor, you had received your own hyottoko mask, as ugly as the rest of them, yet crucial for its anonymity. You were grateful to it though, because it hid your scowl during your first few weeks under Master Haganezuka's dubious tutelage.

"Not like that, you stupid shithead!"

"This is shoddy as hell. Again."

"Useless brat."

"If Kamado got a sword like this, he'd be coming back for another in a day."

It was all you could do to not blow up on him. As it was, you just shut your mouth and tried to keep up. You weren't even sure if he knew you weren't a man; after all, the masks did distort even voices.

You understood though, really. He was forbidden from touching the forge until he healed up and just tried to focus his energy on you, but he went about it completely wrong.

Every insult and snide comment fueled your wrath. It was time to show him what you were made of, what you learned and what you could do.

With bandage-covered hands from the blisters and rawness of overworking, you did what you did best as of late - forge.

The day you presented your first 'passable' wakizashi (passable for him, very good for others) was the day his comment felt less offensive and more… like a compliment?

"Hmpf, guess you aren't that incompetent, brat."

With time, the heat of his words went out of the window, his vulgarity dwindling as you improved in leaps and bounds. Despite his harshness and unpolished way of teaching, you'd become a swordsmith who could stand on her own two feet. Your apprenticeship would last for years more though, giving you plenty of time to really get to know your master.

"You didn't buy yourself any dango? Idiot. Here, take one. Don't tell a soul or you're dead."

"Here… What do you think it is? I didn't know you were so stupid you couldn't recognize tea. You like this type, don't you? So shut up and take it."

"Tsk. Brat. As if you could distract me from my- is that Gyomaru's dango? Hand it over."

Haganezuka Hotaru was just abrasive on the outside, but a big softie on the inside.

A big softie who couldn't take care of himself properly at times.

"Master Haganezuka, you need to eat. You've been in here for over a day." You cautiously touched his shoulder, hoping beyond hope he would snap out of the Zone. You'd brought dango and tea, hoping to entice him with the smell at first. It wasn't working, obviously.

He said nothing, just continued to hammer away at his latest work.

“Master Haganezuka?” you shook his shoulder a little, making him pause for a moment before he continued. Your patience wore thin. You scowled. You’d be surprised if the ugly expression wasn’t permanently fixed into your face with how often you wore it when dealing with him.

Maybe taking off his mask would make him pay attention to me?

Spoiler alert: It did not.

But it did make your face feel hot when you saw how handsome he was under it. A few shiny scars from the not-so-recent village attack still stood out against his pale skin, making him even more attractive.

Sweat made his dark hair stick to his skin, and suddenly, you were curious about the whole picture; you untied his scarf - it wasn’t like he was going to un-Zone anytime soon, you reasoned. You were not ready for the dark wavy tresses spilling over his shoulders. It was not fair how much of a looker he was. Was this man really single?

You continued to study him, memorizing his features for long lonely nights in your accommodation. Soon enough, you realized you were being a creep and should stop at once; you needed to finish what you started after all.

“Master Haganezuka!” you reached for his other shoulder to shake it. What you didn’t account for was the fact it was his blind side. Instead of an insult or even a scathing remark, you were nearly slashed with a red-hot blade in the face. You took a quick step back and it thankfully only knocked off your hyottoko mask to the ground, the wood smoking a little where the iron made contact with it. You stared at it with wide eyes, your heart in your throat and terror pulsing in your veins. “...”

“...you’re a woman?”

Your eyes met his, both of you staring at each other in disbelief. “You didn’t know?”

A flush rose to his cheeks, before his expression turned to white ash. “The old man is gonna kill me.”

"How did you not know I was a woman? The Chief told you when he was introducing me."

"I wasn't listening," he huffed, looking away.

"More importantly, you just tried to kill me!"

"Not my fault you were being stupid, brat!"

"You were being stupid. You didn't get out of here for over a day! You have to eat! And sleep!"

"Sleep is for the weak! I need to finish this project-" Haganezuka turned back to his bench, reaching for his hammer.

You snatched the tool before he could touch it. "No, you don't-" You high-tailed it out of his forge, clutching his favorite hammer as if your life depended on it.

"Wait-! You useless wench!"

Your master swore up a storm, hurling insults, screaming at you and chasing you with his half-finished blade.

Kanamori even ran out into the street in his pajamas, mask askew, a katana of his own in hand, thinking there was an attack again. Seeing Haganezuka, he huffed and went back to sleep, too tired to deal with this right now.

A few days later, the Chief came to officially scold your master. You had a kick out of it, thankful your mask hid your smirk.

#does this count as a drabble?#probably not since it has 1k words #desi writing #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #fluff #i think it counts as fluff #haganezuka hotaru #haganezuka hotaru x reader #haganezuka x reader #hotaru haganezuka #haganezuka #i tried

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hiphopcherrrypop · 3 months

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Would you draw some Jabashiri x Hagure fluff? Idk, just something where they are softies for each other ❤️

The brainrot is brainrotting

meoww

#u mean the cat... right??#bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri #bucchigiri fanart #jabashiri nagare #hagure tatsuto #does this count as fluff #i wanted to do another nicer drawing just of them walking together but i was strugglinggg with it #i looove scenes where a character is like '[the sky or wtvr] is beautiful isnt it??' and the other agrees but is only looking at them #idc how many times i could see it i will always eat that up!#anyways i think hagure would be a big cat person considering he looks like a sopping wet cat half the time #hc he cant have pets at home but there's a sweet neighborhood stray he luvs

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idontknowmyownmind · 5 months

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RokCale Soulmate AU

Everyone have a red string attached to thier pinky finger that will lead to their soulmate

Only themself who can see their own string that manifested when they were 4

Red means that your soulmate still alive;

White means that your soulmate cut your string; and

Black means your soulmate is dead

Even though your string spread out to the horizon, you can still be able to see them

And each soulmates have different ways to communicated with their other half, from sharing wounds, sharing emotions, meeting in a dream, and so on

Cale's string, since he first got his string, it's only 7 cm long and seems to be connected to thin air

He was confused for a long time and thought that he doesn't actually have a soulmate until he got a weird writing engraved on his arm

Apparently, his way to communicated with his soulmate is through writing on their skin

Since then, they always communicated with each other, telling each other their deepest secrets and insecurities

At first, they have difficulties to communicate because of their different language but they somehow manage to teach each other

But they never really tell each other name

At his end of life, Cale's last words to his soulmate is 'I Love You'

Both of them never trully tell each other that because they know that although their souls are tied, they aren't meant to be together

For the deal to be made he need to die first

Kim Rok Soo doesn't trully have anyone other his soulmate

When everyone he adores leave one by one, only his soulmate always remained in his life

Until one day, out of nowhere, his soulmate told him that he loves him

Right before his string turn black

They never trully tell each other about their feeling for each other, but they know it without telling

His heart feels tight and it's hard to breath

He fall asleep after reading a novel with tears silently streaming down his eyes

He wake up inside the novel, and instead of panicking, the first thing he checked was his string

His eyes widden when he found it vibrant red again

He bring his hand close to his heart as a single tear escaped his eye

He is speechlees when he see familiar language before he laugh incredulity

'Does that mean my soulmate is alive in this world?'

That's what he thought but his string still connected to thin air so it's unlikely

During his endeavor, he also try to find something about his soulmate but got zero result

For some reason they can't communicate with each other again

Until he met the original Cale Henituse in that space

For the first time in their life, their string connected to something to someone

They look at their connected string for a solid minute before they laugh breathlessly

They don't exchange words for a long time and found themselves in each other embrace

They embrace each other tightly and just stay there

But they have to part away

It may be better for them to cut their string, but they can't bring themselves to do that

Their first and last kiss happened before they have to leave for their world, their new home

#og!cale henituse #cale henituse #trash of the counts family #au #kim rok soo #rokcale #soulmate au #i like them hurt and suffering #i'm sorry my babies #i'll try to think of something with only happiness and fluff for you two #but no promises because i'm suck at that field #love you two

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neverevan · 5 months

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Inspiration Saturday 🎄

Aaand this would be the aforementioned second christmas fic; the rough draft is already done and it's just over 2k so I expect it to total out somewhere around 3-4k. Anyway, please enjoy this tiny snippet:

Buck sat in the waiting room, his eyes vacantly following the line of fairy lights running under the edge of the reception desk. They flickered every now and again.

Well, not just every now and again, but every thirteen seconds. Buck counted it out 67 times already.

He just started again, but he only got to six when he heard the voice he was waiting to hear for nearly 15 minutes now.

tags under the cut 💛

I was tagged by the lovely @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck thank you my dears and for all the bunch of people tagging me for FIF too mwuah 💛

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @heartshapedvows @nmcggg @rainbow-nerdss @jamespearce9-1-1 @evanbegins @eddiebabygirldiaz @theotherbuckley

#there is no fluff without angst #the ski fic being the fluff lmao this one will be a little less cheerful though it has its moments and happy ending ofc!!#the ski fic is already at 5k btw and I'm only hoping that it won't go over 8k #there's also a possible third christmas fic that I don't think will be done on time but we'll see #also I feel so incredibly bad for neglecting the mudslide fic #which has been sitting at 40k the past month cuz I was busy writing everything else under the sun lmao #ANYWAY #I'm just rambling about word counts cuz I'm trying to motivate myself #buddie #911 #wip #the hospital fic

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radiohead-spiderman · 4 months

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Lily had to have shown James muggle music right, so, in 1980, they’re at the height of the war, John Lennon drops ‘Double Fantasy’, Lily’s always been a fan of the Beatles, so, James gets it.

One night after that the couple get awoken by Harry’s crying, James yawns, “I got him,” he had said. After a few too many long minutes, Lily got up and sluggishly made her way to the baby room.

James swayed as he rocked Harry back and forth, as Lily tiredly strained to hear, catching the end of James’ soft voice,

“—beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.”

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alienaiver · 11 months

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"that's it. i'm removing you from the roster until you've stopped by the doctor."

you look at midoriya in disbelief. unable to keep yourself poised at his final decision, your shoulders slump and the exhaustion washes over you like a wave. he's seen through you.

it's been a year since your near-death experience with an all-too-powerful villain and while shinsou took great care of you during your recovery, something's been off ever since - you haven't been able to put a finger on it, though, so you decided to do what every self-sacrificing hero does: you powered through. until there was no power left to muscle your way out of it. and now it's become visible to others too. you have a feeling shinsou might've ratted you out, but you don't blame him. you'd done the same if it were him.

you get home in a daze and fall face first onto the bed. you don't wake up until you feel the weight shift and the warmth of shinsou's lips touches your cheek. but you don't have the energy to react with more than a hum. your eyelids are so heavy. there's a ringing in your ears but it's so constant that it just feels like a persistent buzz. shinsou says something as he settles behind you, arms wrapping themselves around you. for a while, you think there's silence but he says your name sternly in a voice he only uses when he knows you're not entirely listening to him. huh. you're mostly used to hearing it on the battlefield.

"i'm worried about you."

you sigh and hum, pushing yourself weakly back onto him, "'ve got a doc's appointment..... tomorrow."

he kisses the crown of your head, "okay... okay, good."

he's drawing soft circles into your arm and you drift away again. he wakes you when there's dinner and you perk up again slightly, but not enough to make him stop worrying his lip between his teeth. you fall asleep fifteen minutes into a movie later that night.

you put on your shoes and lock the door behind you, putting the keys in your pocket as you turn for the stairs at the end of the hall. you really wish there'd been an elevator in your building right now. as you walk down the steps, your feet feels heavier but you chalk it up to be your shoes. it's the sneakers you don't wear that often, but it's too cold for sandals today. you shrug it off and just concentrate more on walking.

the doctor goes through your symptoms with you but there's hardly any, you reassure her. you're just so exhausted no matter how many hours you sleep. she warns you that you may be sleeping too much. you agree with a laugh - you don't remember ever sleeping so many hours, having been an insomniac your entire youth. she does some blood tests and sends you home, saying you'll be called in when the answers are back.

the days that pass are all a blur. without your shifts at the agency, time becomes fuzzy around the edges. you don't have to get up, so you just stay in bed, since you've been told you need to rest anyways. on the third day you wake up to several notes on the bedside table, the bathroom mirror and the kitchen counter and fridge from shinsou with various reminders about eating and drinking properly and where he's stocked some snacks and prepped some food for you to reheat easily. you chuckle and shake your head at his antics. you're just tired, is all. the headaches comes with the job, you remind yourself as you try to gently massage out the tension in your neck to relieve your pounding head. he might be right about the water intake - you grab the cold bottle he's put in the fridge for you and brings it with you to the bed.

"i think you should call and ask if they've gotten the answers yet." shinsou says matter-of-factly and you nod, "yeah, it has been a few days. but it's the weekend, right? i'll call on monday." and that ends the conversation.

monday comes but you forget to call, even if you've been determined to do so. by the time you remember, the office is closed for the day. you sigh heavily and fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. you prepare the apology for shinsou on your tongue before you drift off.

tuesday morning your phone rings - several times. you finally reach out and pick up, thinking it's shinsou.

"i do apologize for the wait. the doctor unfortunately had to take some time off last week, but we have your results. will you be able to come in today?"

you agree, dragging yourself up. there's more energy in you today, but it should've been way more given the intense rest you've been having. you put on one of shinsou's hoodies and a pair of sweats before you drag yourself to the kitchen to grab a bite.

turns out, you suffer from anemia. an intense, prolonged form and need medication as soon as possible. shinsou's livid when he comes home and gets the news, angry that it has been missed when the agency periodically keeps an eye on their heroes' health. you sit on the chair with your hands folded like a child being scolded and try to laugh it off, "come on now, hito. i just need to take some medication and i'll be fine. the usual blood tests the past year haven't covered that - even if they should, i know," you hurry to add, "but i'll be fine, i promise."

shinsou sighs and his whole body slumps, leaning against the table you're sitting by. you take his hand, "i'm okay."

he visibly relaxes but there's something he's holding back. you've been together since high school, so you can read him like a book. you squeeze his hand, "open up."

he clicks his tongue with furrowed brows before he opens his mouth, "you've had these symptoms for months. why didn't you tell me?"

you look at the ground, guilt written on your face. mostly, because you don't have a proper answer to give him. you don't know why you didn't - the symptoms had all been sneaking up on you, snaking their way into your body quietly and suddenly it'd just become so chronic that you'd normalized it. you let out an apology and he squeeze your hand back, "it's okay to not have an answer. but please, can we be mindful of things like this in the future?"

you smile at him, "only if you continue to make the little post-it notes. they're adorable - especially your small doodles of dogs."

shinsou hides his face in his hands with a groan, "they were cats."

#target audience? me. i just got diagnosed w some kind of long term anemia and its all adding up lmao #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #TBH! im disabled! theres so much wrong w my body to begin w idk where the symptoms begin and end!#this is written etc on my phone. idk the wordcount rn sorry <3 #ill add that when im home !! im currently babysitting my beloved niece #edit my nieces making tiktoks abt her bunny right now so i counted on an app THIS IS 1K HELLO!!!?????#i just wrote it on a whim after the docs appointment KSKSKSKSSKSKKSKSKS #also this is partly why ive been inactibe i think. the doc thing took me OUT

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existencebringsonlypain · 4 months

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lil asshole. kept me up all last night

#she knows what she did #her name is fluffy cuz when we were forstering her and her siblings we didn't want to gove them names in case we weren't keeping them #so we came up with nicknames such as Fluffy and Calico and Orange and Tabby and Mama #we only ended up keeping fluffy and calico #but we really couldn't decide on thematic names. so we gave up and kept the nicknames #i really wanted Nyx for cali and Bastet for fluff but nooooo. mom doesn't like one-syllable names #oh and i nicknamed mama Vanillabean because she's vanilla colored and a bean #but the names have stopped being their original stem #now it's Fluffers and Calibird #cali chirps like a bird so that's where that's from #she's also the embodiment of chaos which is why i wanted Nyx #i call Cali Calliope sometimes because i'm not giving up the theme. her chirps are vaguely musical so it counts i think #existenceunrelateds #cats #kittens #kitties #cats of tumblr

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littlemissfix-itfic · 2 months

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The Bad Days

Dean Winchester, who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, who is self-sacrificial, who hides his anguish between snarky sarcastic jokes and a flirty, I-know-I'm-hot smirk, who is protective and loyal to those he loves to a fault, is not immune to bad days. In fact, Dean has them frequently, but the bad days, and I mean the really bad days, where the weight he holds and tries to shoulder alone finally comes crashing down on him, and all he can think about are the people he couldn't save, and the people he thinks he's failed all flash through his mind, and all the ways he's let down the people that matter most to him are all that he can see when he takes in his desolate reflection, are the days that he falters, and the days where he needs you the most. Those days that he pushes everyone away the most, those are the bad days I'm talking about.

Sometimes they'll start off ordinarily, or as ordinarily as a day in the life of a Winchester, or of a hunter, can. Those are the days when the angish sneaks below his feet, circling in the shadows and ensnaring him on Sam's pointed jab, or a flash of deja-vu as he catches a glimpse of a face that looks like someone he couldn't save. The days that start off mundane for Dean are the ones where the hair trigger could be anything from a misinterpreted joke, to a hunt gone sour, could send him into a spiral that would take even the strongest archangel out of commission for months at a time. Other times, the days will start with a heart-stopping jolt, with a cold sweat drenching the back of his shirt. On days when his morning starts with a anxiety-riddled, gasp as he stretches his arm across the bed, desperate to find the grounding comfort of your sleeping form beside him, he is surly and mean, and does everything in his power to isolate himself and push everyone away. Not out of a vindictive anger, but out of a deep-rooted self-loathing that makes him believe that he deserves this pain, that he deserves to be forgotten, abandoned, and hated by the people he holds dearest.

These are the days where he needs you most. Don't get me wrong, he wants you, and needs you every day, but when he's in a spiral, on the days where even basic kindness seems like something he doesn't even deserve to dream about, these are the days that he needs all of your love and concern. All of the worry that he teasingly tells you is wasted on a strong man like him, that he gets into shouting matches with Sam and Castiel over because damnit he is not an incapable child!

So on days like that, hold him a little tighter. Dote on him a little more. Tell him that you love him, and that he deserves kindness and love and he is not evil, hell he's not even bad. Remind him that for every mistake he's made, he's fixed a hundred others, and for every person he feels he's failed, he's save a thousand more.

On days when Dean Winchester feels like the world would be better off had he never been born, remind him how glad you are that he was. Remind him of how loved he is, and cuddle a little closer to him, and pretend not to notice the way your shirt grows damp when he buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally lets himself feel, lets himself cry.

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sashimiyas · 2 years

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Jump the Gun (And Into His Arms)

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer, educated in the United States, avid fan of Godzilla, and polo shirt aficionado. According to your best friend, you are also 27 and lover of men who wear polo shirts and/or Godzilla costumes. It is a match made in heaven if his arms can even be considered that.

Genre: fluff; comedy (debatable); meet cute; Tinder matchup; your best friend is referred to as Bestie; reader is a market research analyst because this is my self-insert; slightly ooc Iwaizumi because I usually write him a little more embarrassed and romantically clumsy than this

Word count: 2k. help

A/n: there is no plot. This is me getting carried away saying Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer way too many times.

You thud into him, impact hunching you over for balance as you stutter back, and when you look up, your whole life flashes before your eyes. Your future actually. Your future is flashing before your eyes, but not so much flashing. He’s actually pretty solid and staring at you with a concerned but also slightly uneasy expression.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer.” You whisper before you can even stop yourself. Hands cover your mouth a second too late, eyes widening at the words you just spoke into existence and you watch his face contort into actual horror.

You wish he’d take a step back so you have room to breathe. Should you? Or would that make you more suspicious? Does it even matter, because really, can you even recover from this?

When he finds his voice, all he says is, “Yes?”

It’s tentative and it feels like a loaded question. Like, yes, that is me, albeit I admit this unwillingly. Like, yes, that is me but how did you know that? Like yes, that is me but why did you say it like that?

“I– uhm,” You lift up the phone in your hand, pointing at it, but the excuse fades away because how can you find the words that describe what has happened in the last thirty minutes?

You hear your best friend screaming behind you before you even see her. Iwaizumi startles at the frantic sound and instinctively grabs your wrist as if to pull you back. (What the heck? Is this even real?) Hardly having any time to process the meaning of the physical contact, you’re pummeled from behind by your best friend.

“Give me my phone back!” She yells as she tries to crawl past your shoulders, reaching for your outstretched hand that is holding her phone, and consecutively being held by Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer as well.

“Miss. Can we calm–” He tries to start, but you cut him off with harsh whispers.

“Bestie. Bestie.” It’s a futile attempt to be discrete, but admittedly a valiant effort to save some bit of your dignity.

“Don’t bestie me.” She retorts back, aggressive as ever. Granted, you deserve this. A nice outing with your friend where she reveals she’s selflessly created a Tinder account for you over salad bowls and yuzu spritzers did not warrant a high speed chase on a lovely Sunday afternoon with her phone in your hand and her desperately trying to catch up after having to throw a wad of cash on the table since you decided to stiff the bill. You’ll zelle her later. “Give me my phone back. I can’t believe you! Just so you know, I’m totally messaging him now and I’m going to tell him all about–”

“Bestie, please get off me.”

The urgency in your voice makes her stutter, makes her look at you and whatever it is you’re trying to project in your eyes, (you’re hoping it’s desperation, drama, and dread – the triple d’s) she finds it. It all happens in slow motion, as if you witness a storm rally across her face – confusion to concern, and then when she looks up and registers that there is a world beyond only your two existence, does awe strike her face.

She hobbles off you and decides to clutch your upper arm for support.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer,” she says as breathily as you did earlier.

Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer had been the topic of conversation for the end portion of your lunch. Your best friend had listed off a good deal of applicants she had swiped through, much to your equal dismay and reluctant curiosity.

Being married, she thinks it’s time for you to settle down. You don’t share those opinions, but entertaining the fantasy never hurts. That is, until she swipes through Iwaizumi’s profile.

Your best friend, as best friends do, immediately notices your interest beyond a superficial one. Educated in the United States, avid fan of Godzilla, polo shirt aficionado, and a cute picture of him and his friend in front of the Hollywood sign has you sold. His friend, despite being put in a headlock by Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer, is equally attractive, but in a more symmetrical kind of way, the one that society accepts and puts in magazines. This guy, on the other hand, exudes big brother energy. There’s a sturdiness to him, a capability that you can rely on and you’ve always been attracted to people that can take care of you.

“Ooohhh,” Bestie smiles when she finds you staring at his photos a little too long, “you like this one.”

“Nope.”

“You do!”

“I do not.”

“Oh my gosh, you do!”

The back and forth lasts much longer than it should and before you know it, you’re running out of the restaurant with her phone in tow before she can cause any damage. You were looking for a low-stakes date, one for shits and giggles, not someone you actually want to impress because you know you’ll definitely fail to.

And fail you do.

“We’ve established that.” The object of your desire looks at your best friend dryly and it’s then you notice that he still has your hand around your wrist. It’s massive. You want to shriek your way out of his grip but just the weight of his limb holds you in place. It feels like a trial run, one that ascertains all your assumptions. Capability exudes from his touch and tone alone. Is it possible to fall in love at first touch? “I am Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer.”

““Holy crap. When Tinder said you were 1 kilometer away, they weren’t lying.”

He ignores her statement, instead inquiring, “You are?”

“The bestie.” She grins, sweetness of spring upon her lips. Suddenly so well-behaved, she shoots you one side glance of warning before continuing her introduction. “27, Bestie’s matchmaker.” Then she shakes your upper arm, indicating to you. “And this is the matchmakee.”

That’s hardly a word but neither you nor Iwaizumi correct her.

“Also 27 and lover of men who wear polo shirts and/or Godzilla costumes.”

He gives you a peculiar look. “You like guys who cosplay as Godzilla?”

You open your mouth to retort but Bestie interrupts you once again. “If you're the one doing the cosplaying.”

“I don’t.” You and him both say to defend yourselves. That thoroughly entertains her, and when she glances down, her grin widens with her eyes full of manic and mischief.

“That’s okay. They’re also great at running and love it when men hold their wrist.”

His reaction time is much slower than you expect. He stares at where the two of you are joined for a second too long. You watch the way the tips of his ears flush, like red dye fading into water. He drops your hand immediately once he processes the sight. You grip your long lost wrist into your other hand, holding them in front of your face to hide the embarrassment growing behind it.

This is exactly what you had been trying to avoid but Bestie revels in it, especially Iwaizumi’s flustered look. Poor guy was living his life normally and unexpectedly crashed into not one, but two trainwrecks consecutively.

“Sorry about her.” You try to amend this situation even if it’s hardly salvageable. Your pride has slipped down the sewer grates, but maybe you can save Iwaizumi from her lack of shame. “She’s in one yuzu spritzer too many. Low tolerance for citrus. Scurvy or something.”

“I think scurvy is when someone is actually lacking vitamin C in their diet.”

“You did not strike me as pedantic from your profile,” Bestie observes beside you and you shove your elbow into her ribs, making her wheeze out the final word. She’s said enough and you know you’ve ruined this poor man’s day. He’ll probably call his mom about it, or maybe his therapist if he has one because this truly is one traumatic incident.

“We’re going to get out of your hair now,” You start tugging your companion out of the situation, eager to put this behind you. “Sorry about this whole thing.

“Hey, hold on.” He grabs your wrist, the same one he just let go of, and darn that authoritative tone. It leaves no room for no so you stop in your step. The three of you make an obstructive train on the sidewalk that requires people to awkwardly move out of their way to avoid you. He immediately lets go again when Bestie whistles out an easy there, Tiger accompanied by a playful grin. When you get a chance, you’re calling her wife because for some reason, she can’t behave herself without her.

You wonder why he keeps doing this. Latching onto your wrist like an eel, only to spit you back out as if you’re not his favorite flavor, as if he mistook you for matcha when in reality you’re wasabi. You won’t lie. It stings, at least a little.

The flush is back in his ears and dripping down to his neck like sunset bleeding into dusk. He hides his lips behind his fist, glancing down, before clearing his throat and staring directly at you. You almost flinch at the intensity of his gaze.

He says your name, last name then first. “Right? 27, market research analyst?”

“Right,” You hesitate the same way he did when the two of you first bumped into each other.

“I recognize you. I just matched with you on Tinder.”

Hardly processing, excessively blinking, “You? You just matched with me on Tinder? You swiped right on me?”

“Yes.” He chuckles nervously. “Did you not want me to?”

“Want? Yes. Expect? No.”

“Well, I did.”

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer just matched with me.” You mutter the sentence quietly to yourself, like a pep talk because the reality of the situation is hard to accept.

“Hajime.” He says, “just Hajime.”

“Just Hajime,” Bestie teases into your ear but still loud enough for him to hear.

“Oh my gosh. Are you sure you don’t want to unmatch after all of this?” You gesture into your companion’s general area. “After having to deal with this?”

“Well I’d rather go on a date without the matchmaker, but no.” He agrees softly and just the way he looks makes your heart burn. You want to squish him like a teddy bear for being so cute even when he looks rock solid. “I have my fair share of nosy friends. Nothing can compare to the way they act in public.”

You wonder if the friend from the Hollywood sign is one of them.

“I can tell when I am not wanted.” Bestie slips from your grasp and points her finger between you two. “But don’t forget that this happened because of me. I want to be mentioned in the wedding vows.”

Then she walks away, whispering into your ear that she will be at the FamilyMart across the street.

“Sorry.” This is what? Your third time apologizing for her? “She likes to jump the gun.”

“You like to jump into my arms.”

You open your mouth, pleasantly surprised by his statement, and try to defend yourself but find yourself speechless. Skimming past the golden curves of his shoulders and aiming your gaze at his biceps, you shrug.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

His entertainment is contagious, you think when his blushy chuckle makes your cheeks go taut.

A shake of his head, verdant eyes look at you, saying your first name, just your first name, testing it out on his lips. It’s not graceful but it washes onto you, smoothing out along your skin like a shower that transitions from cold to just right.

“Hajime.” You say, fighting the urge to complete his full biography. 27. Athletic trainer. Man I’m going to marry.

You quickly cross the last thought out. Bestie must have contaminated your brain for a second.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

“Will you cosplay as Godzilla for me?”

“I do not own a Godzilla costume.”

“Fine. I guess I can settle for one carry in those biceps of yours.”

“That, I can do.”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #i went manic and wrote this too fast #i think my word count has to do with the incessant dialogue i use now #sorry about that #this should be queued!#if i am on here please yell at me!!!!!

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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you're just too good to be true

summary: after a hard day for both you and your sugar daddy, a little praise on both your ends is needed. rating: m, but a very soft m. pairing: austin butler ( sugar daddy variation ) x f reader word count: 1076. warnings: fingering. sugar daddy and sugar baby dynamic. talk about exhaustion. minor elements of controlling behavior but not quite? faintly implied age difference but can be read differently? i think that might be it? author's note: so welcome to my double dip for day five: praise kink with sugar daddy austin. trust me when i say i did not intend for this to be as soft as it is. but something just possessed me to do this. probably the realization that i'm writing degradation with austin elvis tomorrow. that might have done it. much like sub austin, i really really love the idea of sugar daddy austin mostly because i have made the joke that he was vanessa's sugar baby for quite a long time. so low key if anyone wants to request something about that, by all means, do. i'll enjoy writing the shit out of it and will become the sugar daddy austin go to gal. ( because trust me, i have THOTS on the matter. ) also this is kind of a birthday present for @dreamersparacosm for turning 22 because i saw her post it and went SO SDE OR SDA? she chose sda.

"Baby?" Austin's voice is muffled by the water filling your ears as you slide lower into the tub to rinse the soap off from your hair. It had been a long day for both of you. You had known there was some ceremony or gala or whatever it was that you had to attend but you had also gone to your job to finish up some last minute work. Austin kept telling you that you could quit, that it was his job as your sugar daddy to take care of you but you refused out of stubbornness and wanting to be something other than just Austin Butler's arm candy. One day he might get through to you but today your stubbornness led to a bone tired exhaustion that left you with almost know energy especially after having to charm all the Hollywood types at this gala.

"In here." You say quietly knowing that Austin couldn't be that far away, after all you had told him to come follow you if he wanted to talk. Your eyes flutter open as you hear what you think is the door opening to reveal Austin in his pajama pants and no shirt. As much you enjoyed him in a full suit like tonight- this look was something else. This look reminded you of why you accepted his offer of being your sugar daddy over a dozen other offers you've had since you turned 18 several years ago.

He waits to speak until your head moves up from the water, your hair sticking to your head and the bubbles around you making space for your body. His knees hit the floor with a small thump as he places a kiss on your forehead before kissing your lips gently, pulling away with a slight bite. "How're you feeling?"

You hum quietly, your eyes fluttering shut just tad. "Tired. Should have taken a nap in the car."

Austin chuckles, his hand playing on the surface of the water, grabbing a bit of bubbles and putting them on your chest. "You shouldn't have gone to work is what you should have done." It's an admonishment, you can hear the shift in his tone but you're so exhausted you honestly can't bring yourself to care beyond a shrug.

"I kept my tongue in check, though. You should have heard some of the stuff I did, Aus. They think just because you pay me to hang around you that I'm their person to just spew things to." You try and defend yourself as you start to slink down into the water, trying to have the warmth permeate your aching shoulders and neck. You could ask Austin to rub them but you know sometimes that leads down a dangerous path. In your attempts to move down into the tub you don't notice Austin's hand moving toward your lower half until you feel his fingers tracing your lips.

"Open those pretty eyes and look at me, baby." Austin murmurs, humming as he slides one finger inside of you, inhaling at the same time you do at the sensation.

You do as your told, eyeing him through the bubbles because damn if you are going to move out of a spot you found that was comfortable and allowed you to soak your muscles. "What are you doing?"

"Giving my sweet exhausted sugar some attention." He answers like he's not starting to curl his finger just so in a way that has you jostling the water.

"Aus-" You start before he shakes his head.

"No. My good girl deserves to relax. You've been working so hard for your sugar daddy and at your job. You could have told either one of us to shove it today. Could have given yourself the day or the night off but you didn't. You answered questions like a champ. You charmed the pants off some of my future costars and some directors. If you had seen yourself, baby."

A whimper escapes your lips at the praise, you hadn't fully told Austin just how much of a praise kink you had, concerned he might take advantage of it like some of your exes had but here he was reading you like a book, like he always did and you couldn't help but revel in it.

He adds another finger to your cunt, pushing them in and out in a slow rhythm that he matches with his thumb against your clit. You want to tell him to stop- tell him that you don't need to have him do this but you find that your mouth doesn't seem to work, that you can't find the words to tell him to stop because it feels so right.

"You're always so good to me. So good to everyone. So gorgeous, so enrapturing and inspiring. You light up my life like you light up every room you walk into. Such a smart girl, such a pretty girl, such a perfect girl. Are you going to come like this? Come with just the words I'm saying, baby girl? I'd appreciate it if you did. I'd give you even more of a reward if you did. You deserve it tonight. You deserve everything tonight. You've earned your sugar baby title tonight."

That does it for you, you don't know if it's because you swear you've been turned on since you saw Austin in his suit or when you saw him flex his jaw when one of the people you were talking to were too close for his comfort but you find yourself coming softly, your toes curling as you lock eyes with Austin and watch his eyes darken as he sees your mouth open in an "o" and sees you shudder just slightly. He pulls fingers out of you and above the water, putting them to his mouth and licking them clean before rubbing them on his pants.

He stands up, but not before pulling the stopper for the drain of the tub and grabbing a towel from the hook above the door. His arm moves to grab you and he pulls you up before wrapping the towel around you. A moment passes as he lets himself dry you off gently, making sure to take extra care with parts he knows you hate being wet. When he's satisfied he wraps you in another towel and picks you up before opening the bathroom door and carrying you to the bed.

You eventually sleep that night.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler smut #austin butler fluff #austin butler x you #austin butler #this is.#can this be counted as part of kinktober if it's the fluffiest kink piece i think i will write for this?#whatever i'm a sucker for praise kink.#also i told everyone you were getting a three for one deal today.#ally's kinktober 2022

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