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predestinatos · 5 months

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making a mess | CL16 𓍯

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

tags: one shot, fluff, very cheesy, soft!charles, facemask stuff, honeymoon phase

warnings: -

words: 783

note: tysm for the request @champagneholland!! i really needed tome inspo... it's a short-ish one but i hope u & everyone enjoy!

“Charlie” you said, laughing at your own use of the nickname, still getting familiar with its more playfully romantic connotation. “Stay still and close your eyes,” the simple request seemed impossible for him to fulfill, as the green clay of the facemask reached your hands, his hands and some hair.

“I can barely do one of those things when I’m with you, don’t ask for both” Charles laughed along with you, his dimples showing as he looked down at your face. “You’ll be forced to do one of those forever if I accidentally put it on your eye,” you kept giggling as he tried his best to remain still and occasionally open one eye to look at you.

Sitting in your bathroom, using the toilet as a chair, Charles let you apply the facemask carefully on your face, feeling your soft hands on his skin warming his whole body. When you were done, he got up excitedly, knowing it was his turn to do it.

You washed your hands and placed yourself on where he was previously sitting, looking up at him with glowing eyes and a smile – for a few seconds he just stared at you, completely bewitched by how lucky he was to have you. And then his hands here on your cheeks, squeezing them while he continuously kissed your lips – soft, cute pecks that then moved to your nose and forehead. “You’re so pretty” he said, giddiness written all over his expression, “and now half of your face is already covered with the mask. Much more effective this way.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him, his cheesiness and childlike way of loving you filling your heart immensely. Being loved as a best friend and partner was not something you were used to – previous relationships resulting in your feeling used – but as Charles stood in front of you with pajama pants and a green-ish facemask that almost matched the color of his eyes, you knew you were at home.

“Okay, Yoda, finish your work, please” you replied, pulling his hand towards you and allowing him to continue. Time went on, and he seemed to be nowhere near done, even though the package was basically empty at that point. Charles kept saying “there’s an empty spot here” when you complained about how long he was taking, enthusiastically applying the mask with such care you sometimes barely felt it.

But he could feel it – he touched every inch of your face with a gentleness that contrasted greatly with his strong hands and body, his toned chest bared before you. To him, every inch of you was precious and delicate, and he wanted to take care of it, kiss it, caress it, simply feel it.

So when he knelt down in front of you, claiming there was an “empty spot on your chin” you were surprised to feel his sudden touch on your thighs, not in a lustful way, but in a nurturing one. Leaving evidence of his touch all over your body, now looking like a canvas filled with loving strokes, he got up, pulling you softly, urging you to do the same.

As you did so, he lowered his head to your neck, kissing it and giggling as he kept painting you. You decided to pay him back for that, taking as much of the remaining product out of the package as you could and drawing silly doodles on his chest. His skin shivered at your touch, and he looked down at you, appreciating the contact he had craved for so long and now was lucky to have all for himself.

“You look like Shrek” you said, laughing and feigning pride at the masterpiece you created. He ran a hand through his hair, now completely messy, placing green highlights in it as well, cursing playfully at the movement. “I thought I was Yoda” he replied, to which you shrugged, “it’s whatever you prefer.”

“I think Shrek. He has Fiona” he replied, grabbing your hand and raising it, as you twirled under the bathroom lights cheerfully, holding him and being held in a waltzing stance as you finished. For a moment, you remained there, looking at each other’s ridiculous mess, how cozy it felt to be there, sharing breaths, memories and kisses.

After a while, Charles’ voice interrupted the silent moment, “is this supposed to burn?” he asked, suddenly concerned. “Shit, the time!” you remembered, realizing it had been longer than the amount suggested in the package instructions. “We should just take a bath” you both said, almost at the same time, laughing as he rushed to turn the shower on, not before leaving another kiss on the top of your head.

#consti reqs ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ #soo cheesy #f1 fic #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #charles leclerc fluff #fluff #charles leclerc oneshot #f1 fluff

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oreoov · 7 months

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☆ - 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐂 '𝐒 . .ᐟ

kazuha x gn!reader ♡ / fluff and a bit of angst / modern au <3

note ; guys i think im inlove with kazuha fr (hes such a cutie patootieee :3) (xiao ver)

he's literally the biggest green flag ever like, HELLO???

cuddles and kisses 24/4 ... loves loves loves kissing u in forhead <3

always texts or greets you goodmorning/goodnight every single day

boops your nose a lot, and finds your reaction sooo cute after he does it

he definitely loves to go travelling so hes always gonna bring you with him, and if you cant tag along, he'd bring home many gifts and souvenirs just for you ;3

isn't ashamed or embarassed of pda, he wouldn't mind holding your hand or having your waist wrapped around his arm in public

loves carrying you around the house if you guys are bored LMAO

if he has something on his mind that he'd like to do with you but might sound a bit extra, he would definitely ask for your consent first

lots and lots of matching stuffs like keychains, pens, profile pictures, bios, etc!!

definitely has you tagged on his instagram bio and has highlights only dedicated to you <3

always gives you so much love and reassurance when you need it, loves whispering sweet nothings in your ear when you guys are cuddling

talks about you A LOT with his friends, he just loves showing off his cute partner!!

loves using petnames like darling, dear/dearest, love/my love <33

arguments are quite rare but when it does happen, he won't hesitate to try and find a solution as quick as possible since he absolutely hates arguments with you :((

he definitely notices if you ever get jealous because hes being quiet friendly with someone else, dont worry though! he'll never get tired of reassuring you that he only has eyes for you and only you!!

"love ... are you okay? was i being a bit too friendly with them ..? im so sorry my dear .. i can always guarantee you that i have eyes for you and only you."

if its a heated argument, he would probably be the one to apologize first, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night and he just can't handle a day without you, especially when you're mad at him ...

anyways moving on from the angst ... back to fluff!

he loves cats!!!!

and if you like cats too, you guys can adopt a little kitten together :DDD

when you're away, he likes to talk to the kitten, acting as if it could understand him! (thats actually so adorable omg)

loves it when you ask him to do skincare together!!

he always misses you so much !!

"miss you ... come back here .."

"zuha i was just at the toilet for 5 minutes .."

is always there for you, whether you need attention, or just someone to talk to :3

loves listening to your rants, even if its silly and stupid he doesn't mind at all!! he adores your voice! and you just ranting about the most random things is so funny and adorable to him ..

"and like im just so pissed, how can my left airpod disappear?!?! thats literally so stupid it was in the case the entire time. im so mad right now you dont understand zuha. im so mad. so so so so mad."

"darling, i think you need to calm down ... also, the airpod is in your ear by the way."

loves giving you headpats, and he also loves when you give him headpats!

idk man hes just a cutie patootie, 10/10 would recommend.

#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha #i love kazuha #genshin imagines #kazuha headcanons #kazuha fluff #kazuha angst #kazuha fanfic #kaedahara kazuha x reader #kaedahara kazuha

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pictureinme · 8 months

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pls do switch!kitten x switch!reader fic with cunnilingus + body worship !!

thank u so much for ur request and patience !! i decided to have more emphasis on the reader's body getting worshiped teehee (also peep both me & jd doing shit like this tonite lol)

you've got a woman

patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!reader word count: 1.8k tags: self-image issues, sad reader, established relationship, body worship, 69 (cunnilingus, anilingus), hand-job, vaginal fingering

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“You ready, love?”

Kitten’s voice from behind you caused a tentative smile to grow upon your face, and make a noise that could be understood as either affirmation or otherwise.

Biting your lip, you looked at your state of readiness. Still in your pajamas with unbrushed locks, you sigh gently. She enters the bathroom where you’re currently debating, and huffs.

“Darling, you haven’t done a thing!” Her eyes squint at your appearance, not in disdain, but concern. “Did you still want to go dancing tonight?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t… seem to feel like myself today, love.”

Kitten sits you down on the toilet seat, and kneels in front of you, worry muddying her features, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you shrug again. She holds your hand gently, tracing soothing motions into it with her thumb, and a tear falls.

“Honey, you can tell me anything,” she wipes the tear away with her other hand, “Come to bed with me.”

Leaning up together, Kitten guides you slowly to your shared bedroom. The two of you sit on your green duvet, and the tears don’t stop.

“I don’t feel like I deserve to be with someone like you.”

“Don’t say such things,” she looks to you rather sternly, “You deserve me just as much as I deserve you. Can’t you see that?”

“I worry whenever…” You pause, knowing how silly you sound, “Whenever we go out, you’ll find someone prettier or smarter or just plain better than I am.”

“You’re a fool, (Y/N),” Kitten's blue gaze bores holes into you, and it’s hard for you to meet it. "There's no one out there better for me than you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just am," she places her hand on your thigh, and squeezes, "You're perfect in every single way. The way you always pick me up from work with a kiss and a bag of chips, the way you give me massages when the clients are just too demanding… the way you take care of me."

Leaning on her shoulder, you whisper, “Too good to me…”

Kitten kisses your forehead, her liberally applied perfume permeating your senses, “You deserve goodness. It isn't only the things you do for me, you know. That isn't all you are.”

With her hand still holding onto your thigh, and your lips so close to her neck, you couldn’t help but leave a delicate kiss. Humming in contentment, she cranes her neck so you can kiss her more.

“I adore how your eyes sparkle when you see a puppy on the street, and how your voice goes all cutesy when you talk to them. I especially love the days we skip on plans and just… love each other.”

Leaving little nips and bites in your wake, you couldn’t help but feel like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders by doing so. You feel her hand move up your thigh, almost petting it.

“Let me take care of you, hm?” Kitten whispers, “Want to show you just how much you deserve… just how pretty you are.”

Hesitantly, you separate from her neck to nod. As much as you loved taking care of her, if she wanted to take care of you, who are you to argue? Your eyes were still wet with tears, and she knew just how much love you really needed.

Her soft smile eases your worries about her possibly pitying you, and she closes the gap between you two with her lips. It was slow and sweet, and you could practically taste every emotion she was experiencing– love, sadness, gratefulness… desire.

You stop to take a breath, and her eyes are gazing at your lips still, “I love you, Kitten baby.”

“I love you more than anything, sweet (Y/N). Lay down for me, hm?"

Obeying her gentle order, Kitten crawls on top of you, reaching to unbutton your pajama top. You swallow nervously, and she kisses your cheek, “Don’t fret, love. I’ll take care of you.”

Kitten opens your shirt, and kisses at your uncovered chest. Her touch was so gentle and soft, you felt as if you were going to cry again. She licked your nipples gently, lapping them until they were hard for her.

Her ministrations were met with little noises erupting from your throat without your realizing. Kissing down your body until she’s right above your elastic waistband, Kitten looks up at you with adoring eyes. You nod softly, letting her continue.

“Pretty, pretty,” she whispers, mostly to herself, as she pulls down both your sweatpants and panties. "Can't believe you're all mine."

You whine a bit as the cool air touches your bare self, fighting the urge to cover your most sensitive parts. Yet, Kitten’s fingers are always so warm, that they bring you some comfort. She brushes her hand over you, the other reaching to hold your breast. You feel Kitten’s touch everywhere, like an anchor to keep you in the moment. She whispers sweet nothings to your navel as she kisses down to your clit.

Her lips wrap around it, kissing and sucking with ease. As soon as you buck up, she smiles, not wanting to stop you from chasing whatever pleasure you desire. Her fingers tease at your entrance, circling. You felt content in just that until she began to knead your breast.

“Oh, Kitten…” Her finger slips in, curling as she enters. Your head rolls back onto the duvet, feeling every sensation she gives you. “Baby, hold on, one second.”

She immediately rescinds her finger, looking at you, worried, “What’s wrong, love?”

You shake your head, smiling, “Let me make you feel good too, okay? Makes me feel even better. Come on up here.”

Kitten’s concerned look turns to one of excitement as you pat your chest, alluding to what you meant exactly. She rises from her position, kissing your body all along the way. You watch as she begins to undress rather quickly, eager to answer your desires. Her dress falls away into a pile below her, and she steps from the swirls of fabric towards you.

Her lack of underwear has you raise an eyebrow, which goes unnoticed with her preoccupation with climbing on top of you. Kitten giggles as her warmth touches your cold skin as she positions herself reverse to you, hovering over your arousal.

You gaze lovingly at her own above you, biting your lip, “You ready, Kitten?”

“More than ever, baby. Let me taste you, pretty please?”

She wastes no time before diving in, and neither do you. You lick a stripe up her hole, and Kitten shudders against you. She laps at you and sneaks a hand to rub at your clit. Moaning against her, you continue to lick one of your favorite parts of her.

In any other situation, you would have taken your time opening her up and listening to her whines, but with the way she was sucking at your folds, you couldn't help but have your tongue enter her.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" Kitten's breath was heavy, but you didn't stop your actions. Instead, you smiled and sped up. God, you love making her feel the deepest of pleasures.

Kitten groans, beginning to ride your face as she goes to suck your clit. Her fingers move down to finger you yet again, and you pulse around her. You didn't realize how empty you felt until she filled you back up.

You whimper against her hole, the two of you unrelenting in your pleasuring of each other. The vibrations of her moaning had you shaking, you couldn't help but grind against her mouth as well.

Her length twitched, and it deserved your utmost attention. You reach a hand around to grab at her balls, and Kitten stutters against you.

"Fuck, fuck! You're so– ah!"

Tongue continuing to circle and dip into her fluttering hole, you start to pump, desperate for her to release all over your abdomen. Your undulating bodies, never once separating from each other, were hot and sticky. Neither of you would have it any other way.

Kitten scratches down your thighs as you grip her length, and she sucks your clit particularly harshly, and your eyes roll back.

"Don't stop, Kitten… fuck, I'm close."

She smirks, only moving away for a minute to speak sweet nothings, "Never gonna stop, pretty (Y/N)... you taste so good. Perfect for me, aren't you?"

You buck up into her lapping and sucking, feeling your release approaching, egged on by her words. Her hardness twitched, and the tip was leaking onto your fingers. Separating from her hole momentarily, you bite at her cheek, eliciting a muffled shriek from Kitten.

Her moans continue, and so do yours. She moved between thrusting into your hand and grinding on your face effortlessly, full of need. You loved the way she felt on top of you, shuddering and wanting, but still set on getting you off.

With Kitten’s fingers beginning to circle your entrance again, the feeling of relief washes over you like a tidal wave, almost quite literally. Your release wettens her face, but you’re too busy watching her cock release its own all over your stomach. The two of you orgasmed simultaneously, something you never even thought was possible, let alone with you squirting.

The pair of you stay in this moment for a little while, catching your collective breath and basking in the pleasure still coursing through your bodies.

“Darling, you’ve gotten me all wet, haven’t you?” Kitten murmurs against your thigh, kissing it gently. You feel the wetness she referred to now, and embarrassment floods you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I–”

Kitten bites your thigh suddenly, and you choke on your words, “I loved it, more than anything. You’re a treasure to behold, (Y/N). Now, what do we say?”

Your head thumps against the duvet again, face warm with your continued arousal and shame. “Thank you, Kitten. Thank you so much.”

“Not what I meant, but still appreciated, love,” she climbs off to lay down beside you, her fucked out gaze catching your attention. “Say that you deserve all the love I just gave you, otherwise I’ve half a mind to slap you on the behind, hm?”

You glow at her words, not disliking the implications, “I deserve the love you just gave me, Kitten, though I might have to take you up on that offer…”

She playfully slaps your arm, smiling, “Dirty girl.”

Kitten leans down to kiss you softly, tracing circles on your chest whilst doing so.

“Really, though, thank you. I hope you don’t mind staying in tonight.”

“I would never mind spending the evening in each other’s arms, especially when you’re not doing well, (Y/N) love.”

The two of you entangle with each other, a mess of limbs, giggling, and kisses. Maybe you could go dancing another night.

#kitten braden x reader #patricia braden x reader #breakfast on pluto #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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quietblueriver · 18 days

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15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @gingerniiiija. Thanks, friend! This was super fun.

Were you named after anyone? I was. In good Southern (US) fashion, I have a double name that incorporates my grandmother's maiden name, which was also my mom's middle name and is now one of my niece's names.

When was the last time you cried? Today. I took one of my dogs to board at the same time that a pup was coming for their last vet visit and watching him surrounded by his crying family while an instrumental version of a Brandi Carlile song played over the vet speakers broke me. Managed to keep it together until I got to the car. Before that, Thursday during Critical Role.

Do you have kids? I do not. I do have wonderful nieces, and being their aunt is one of the best things in my life.

What sports have you played/do you play? I played church basketball and soccer when I was little. As an adult, I've played rugby but I tend toward activities like running, yoga, swimming, and hiking/wandering with my dogs.

Do you use sarcasm? Yes, in a dry humor way. My entire family is dry as hell, so it's a big part of my sense of humor, although I rein it in with strangers so as not to be a tool. I'm typically called a golden retriever gay, but one of the highest compliments I have ever received was one of my oldest friends telling me that Sister Michael from Derry Girls reminded her of me.

First thing you notice about people? I genuinely don't think I have a pattern here. Voice, maybe? Or smile? I do often appreciate and take note of people's style as well, especially shoes.

What is your eye color? Green

Scary movies or happy endings? Whichever has the better queer storyline

Any talents? I come in clutch in the following trivia categories: pop culture (non-reality tv); 90s country music/modern women of country; name that song; US history and politics and/or law; and queer things. Per my nieces, I am very good at the "funny faces" feature on FaceTime, a solid water slide escort, and an acceptable makeshift jungle gym. I have been told that I'm an excellent driver; I enjoy driving and have driven both a passenger van and a U-Haul up most of the East Coast of the US.

Where were you born? A military base in the United States.

What are your hobbies? I love writing, feeding/spending easy time with friends, reading (preference for fiction, poetry, and comics, although I do love some philosophy and theory as well), exploring good food and new places (solo or with friends, my own city or others), live music and theater, playing board games and Switch, watching tv and movies (my oldest niece and I see a movie every time I visit them in person and it brings me great joy), and being silly with my nieces. I'm a lawyer and a law nerd, so I also spend time following SCOTUS and listening to legal/political podcasts.

Do you have any pets? Two dogs, Annie and Buffy, a big doofy retriever mix and a tiny poodle-ish terror respectively.

How tall are you? 5' 8"

Favorite subject in school? Growing up, English/Lit, closely followed by History. At university, I majored in History and Gender & Sexuality Studies.

Dream Job? Obligatory note that I do not dream of labor. But I'm actually currently working on a career shift, so I'm giving this a lot of thought. I'd love to be a writer, journalist, professor, or preacher (last one is more complicated, for probably obvious reasons).

Would love to see answers from anyone who wants to do this! Tagging @korralone, @kasadilla11, @antlereed, and @overnighttosunflowers. Pls forgive me/disregard if you hate this, ha.

#river writes #about me

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moominofthevalley · 6 months

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My Love Mine all Mine

Emily peels Trystan some oranges on a rainy Sunday afternoon

Characters: Trystan x Emily

WC: 583

R: Teen

A/N: A very short drabble inspired by both the song ‘My Love Mine all Mine’ by Mitski, as well as the poem ‘The Orange’ by Wendy Cope.

And that orange, it made me so happy. As ordinary things often do.

Emily’s eyes met the hustle and bustle of the city. Dewy droplets fell on the large window of Trystan’s penthouse. An overcast of grey clouds blanketed the afternoon sky. The leaves of nearby trees were a faded green; how lovely the world became during late spring. Behind Emily lay the sleeping man she loved more than anything.

They had just gotten back from a walk with Twilight, their boots stained with mud and dirt. Twilight, of course, loved it all; her fur still drying from the rain. Trystan slept on the couch, his furry friend curled up by his feet. The two looked adorable, and Emily managed to take a quick photo of them cuddling.

Emily walked over to the kitchen, her bare feet cold from the hardened floors. Coffee beans and all their love filled up the room. Her heart fluttered, hands curling about the two mugs by the coffee machine. This was all Emily ever wanted – lazy, rainy days with her found family.

Plump oranges were bunched up in the fruit bowl. Picking one up, the scent of citrus ran to her nose. Her father cut her fruits as a child, an Asian rite of passage. To be told ‘I love you’ through a bowl of fruit.

For her, love was peeling oranges. To ignore all the pith gathering underneath your nails, to split it in half; and to give your lover the bigger piece.

Emily peered into her chest, content with everything inside. All Emily truly had was love; love for her father, love for Uncle Tommy, love for the agency, and love for Trystan. Her heart will forever be hers. It will grow and crack through time, but it’s hers to mend and hers to cherish.

Digging her nails into the orange, juices and white strands cluttered under her nails. To love someone is to peel their oranges, cut their fruits, kiss the back of their neck when zipping up their suit; to seal their nights with care.

With the skin of the orange off, she split the fruit in half. Her hands were sticky with orange pulp, and Emily smiled at the silly burden. Her ears pricked up as the bubbling coffee sang, steam coming out of the machine. Fondness danced inside her, admiring how much loving someone was essentially just habits and actions. To build a routine, for your body to become used to being seen by another.

Emily poured two cups of coffee, the well-loved mugs and the freshly peeled orange being set on the table in front of Trystan. He continued slumbering, occasionally snoring, and – although he would never admit it – drooling as well.

Nothing was outstanding about today, but for Emily and Trystan, it was perfect. Despite the rain showers, the grey skies, and the muddy paws, they still had a beating heart at the end of it. Emily adored waking up in Trystan’s arms, making pancakes for breakfast, and walking around Central Park in the spring weather.

This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

Emily gently laid on her lover, her face resting on Trystan’s chest. Instinctively, his hands met the back of her head, stroking Emily’s hair. Her cheeks rose in heat as she reached to kiss his forehead. His eyes met Emily’s, glistening with affinity. One word from Trystan could silence her forever.

“I love you. I’m glad I exist.”

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A/N: this was just so lovely writing :') i hope u guys all loved it! <3 (can you guys tell that food is my love language..)

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freeuselandonorris · 1 day

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tagged by the lovely @goingxmissing tyyyy!!

Last song I listened to: technically it was 'in the end' by linkin park on max f's stream before he started playing valorant and i switched off. but by choice it was my workout playlist (actually forced myself to do a cardio class after work!!) and the song was silly boy by lynks which is an absurdly fun song. HE'S A DICK, HE'S A PIECE OF SHIT! HE'S A FUCKING PISS-SLIT! HE'S THE END BIT OF THE BANANA WHEN YOU PEEL IT!

Favourite colour: i'm very sorry for how angsty mall goth this sounds but it's black tbh. i go through phases with other colours too. rn i'm in a pale green phase and i also like that kind of dusty pale pink that got called millennial pink a few years ago. i'm not really into bright colours though, as a rule.

Currently watching: episode 4 of fallout right this second. i just got to the cameo in this episode and i'm delighted by it. in general, i'm watching fallout, ripley, race against the world and taskmaster season 17 at the moment.

Sweet/savory/spicy: spicy!!! i love spicy food. someone rec me some good spicy hot sauces that are available in the UK pls. i had the buldak 'extremely hot' chicken sauce recently but i didn't feel like it was especially hot and i didn't like the taste much either.

Current obsession: GUESS. but lando aside: mechanical keyboard videos on tiktok (i just got influenced into buying one and i am obsessed with it, it sounds SO. GOOD.) cyberpunk 2077 obviouslyyyy, stardew valley, cawston press rhubarb seltzer, kiwi fruits.

Last thing I googled: "what rice do you use for poké bowl" lmao. i knew it was sushi rice but for some reason my brain just absolutely blanked out on me and ikept going 'risotto rice'??

no pressure tagging @lost-decade @scenetocause @zeraparker @bright-and-burning @glasscushion @monacotrophywife if any of u haven't already been tagged!

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keulixeutin · 2 years

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Snapshot 3: A Heated Nest (Midoriya)

a/n: inspired by ofmermaidstories's banging, bomb-ass story, something (just like this). (idk i feel weird tagging the author so take the link instead lmaoo). i still haven’t read the manga LOL so i hope he doesn’t come off crazy ooc? anyways, i refer to deku as izuku in the fic bc it didn’t feel right to do either midoriya or deku. anyways, hope u like.

summary: snapshot series. a snapshot of you taking care of the man who takes care of japan. midoriya x gn!reader. no pronouns used.

cw: gn!reader. no pronouns used. established relationship; slight angst?? mostly just deku being guilty and not wanting to talk about his emotions, and you having to reassure him; no smut but slight steamy-esque moment in the bath (just a little offer which deku declines). nakedness, fluff, deku being kind of bratty. reader uses petname for deku: chubs (because i hc that he’s still got some baby fat on those cheeks forever! lil baby face!!!)

word count: 2,881.

You hear a thump outside on the lit balcony and sit up, closing your book on your thumb to mark the page. In the faint silver of the moon, quickly fading against the rapid clouds, Izuku opens the glass doors and steps in, shoulders hunched and eyes downcast.

His choice of arrival tells you how desperate he was to make it home.

“Hey, chubs,” you greet gently. “You okay there?”

He closes the door behind him, locks it, undoes his gloves, and then answers you softly, tiredly, “Yeah.”

—Which means he isn’t, of course, but leave it to the Hero of Japan to make his emotions another burden for him to bear.

You close the book fully and set it down on the end table. You sit up, your thighs pressing into the back of the couch and your hands gripping the edge for support. You watch him closely. Izuku keeps his face downturn, taking advantage of his bangs and the dim light of the kitchen and balcony to hide his eyes from you, his only weak point. He could never harden his gaze; his expression has always been—will always be—expressive, and open, and vulnerable. Anyone can see the hurt flashing across his bright green eyes, but you can see the nuance, the details—you can see whenever the hurt shifts to responsibility, to shame, to a question of what he did and how to fix it, a question of how much more can he give—how much more does he have to give.

“I saw the news,” you say carefully. “You guys did great tonight.”

Izuku flinches imperceptibly as he folds his gloves onto the table. He’s gotten better at hiding those winces, improved out of necessity—it’s a push and pull between the two of you: you honing in on his movements and him learning to hide them in response. You don’t know if it’s a man thing, a hero thing, or an Izuku thing. Maybe a sick, twisted combination of all three.

It doesn’t matter, though. You still see it. Always. Every time. You’ve loved him for so long that you can tell when you’re pressing down on a bruise before it has purpled. He could be shrouded in pitch blackness and you could still hear the catch in the throat, feel the shifting in his breath, see the outline of his hunching in the shadows.

When he still hasn’t said anything, when he still hasn’t moved from where he lingers near the kitchen table, you decide to ask him directly, “What’s wrong, Izuku?”

He tries for a smile, one with his eyes closed. Too obvious, you think.

“It’s silly,” he says, but his voice is soft and hollow. “It’s fine.”

You continue, using your words to press him, searching for the bruising, the hurt. “You saved everyone,” you say. “You stopped the bad guy. No fatalities. Why are you beating yourself up?”

He doesn’t answer.

“…Is it the building?” you probe. Still no reaction, but you push on. “So it collapses—it was on fire and unstable anyways. No one was in it because you got them all out. That’s what’s important.”

He doesn’t respond still.

“Come here,” you say. “Why are you so far?”

At your words, Izuku gradually moves closer to you, leaving the dim light to step into brief shadow as he crosses the room quietly. When he makes it to your couch, he’s illuminated by the small table lamp that you have been using to read. His face is still turned away from you, but at this angle, you can see up beneath the bangs, see the glow of a haunted gaze. There are several inches of space between the two of you; he maintains the distance, stubbornly, masochistically maybe, even though you know he wants nothing more than to throw himself over the back of the couch and press into you, searching for whatever warmth you can give him against your diaphragm. For all the hovering that he does, it’s sweet—and a little heartbreaking—that he seeks you out as a heated refuge in the dark.

He opens his mouth, inhales, holds his breath inside his lungs for seconds too long before finally speaking, his voice softer than his exhale. “There was a boy. I…didn’t make it in time.” He hands clench and unclench. “I wasn’t—wasn’t fast enough. The boy—he was almost crushed—I couldn’t find a way back in, but Tokoyami was there, and he—what I couldn’t, Dark Shadow—”

You pause, waiting for him to continue. You can almost see the building’s fire in his eyes, the screaming boy, the guilt descending like rubble, as he relives it.

When it doesn’t seem like he’ll say anything more, you delicately offer, “That’s good, then, that you can count on the other Pros—on your friends—to help.”

“Yeah, but—” He stops himself, but you know what he wants to say, what is unspoken: the Symbol of Peace should to be strong enough on his own. The Symbol of Peace, for whatever reason, has to receive the least help, has to uphold the most weight, has to carry the heaviest burden.

“Come closer,” you say.

He hesitates, unsure, uncertain, probably, if whether or not he deserves your absolution.

“Come on,” you urge.

Slowly, Izuku closes the distance until all that separates you two is the back of the couch. You cup his face, rub your thumbs against the soot on his cheeks. He hasn’t quite lost all of the baby fat on his face; you don’t think he ever will, a testament to how soft he is no matter the training or pain. You tilt his head so his bangs shift and show what you already know to be glossy, frustrated eyes.

“Izuku,” you begin, firm but gentle. You’ve had this talk before with him, but you’ll say it again and again, as many times as he needs. “You are not a superhero.”

He flinches, this time more physical and apparent, the rippling of it felt against your hands.

“You are a super man,” you continue. “You are a super human.”

You lick your finger and rub a dark spots off of his forehead. Then, you run your fingers gingerly through his green curls, brushing out debris and dirt and dust.

“You are a human.” You pause, eyes flickering across his face to see if the words settled appropriately. “A human with some really cool powers, but a human nonetheless—and that is not a weakness.”

He makes eye contact with you finally, his jaw clenching stiffly.

“You do so much. You do the best you can, and that is so much more than anyone else can say.” Your voice drops low as though the softest sigh would further fracture the man in front of you, so small in the quiet of the room, in the shadows of the night. “You saved so many people today, and you will save so many people tomorrow—you and your friends. Together.”

It’s not something that can be easily fixed with words and ginger touches. You know this, but even though it’s more like glueing fractured pieces together rather than reforging metal in the fire, you’ll do it time and time again. You’ll always reach down into the depths to lead him back up to the surface.

You rest your hands back on his cheeks. Instead of staying still, Izuku leans toward you, holding your wrists lightly—it’s a good sign.

You kiss his forehead. “You did amazing today,” you finish. “I was very proud. You should be proud.”

“I should’ve done better,” he whispers, fingers tightening. “I should’ve—I should be better.”

“You are so good,” you tell him. “So, so good.” You kiss his left eyebrow. “You are enough,” you say, and then you kiss his right eyebrow. “You are more than enough.”

He manages a nod—an unwilling one, you’re sure—and doesn’t say anything more. It’s not resolved—it’ll never be resolved, not when he’s been given such a weight on his shoulders, not when he insists on carrying it alone—but it’s done for now.

“Come on, chubs.” You run your hands down his neck and his shoulders, down to his bare hands, scarred and coarse and smaller than most people know. “You wanna lay down for a bit? With me?”

“…Yeah. Yes. Please.”

Without taking off his shoes—and with you biting back the urge to nag—he climbs over the couch ungracefully, following you as you lay down. Izuku lays on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your chest briefly as though he is trying to hide. Then, he settles his ear against you, listening to the strong pulsing of your heart. Slowly, second by second, you see his shoulders sink and sag, his back and hips and legs following suit. As he rests, dipping in and out of a light sleep, you pick the debris out of his hair, wondering, not for the first time, how he spent those nights without anyone to hold him steady in his turbulence.

Eventually, when he tries to reposition himself, turning his face the other way, and when you’re finally tired of his hard arms digging into your back, you tug at his ear.

“Can’t sleep here, Izuku,” you advise gently. “I’ll run you a bath, and then you can sleep properly in the bed.”

He protests instantly by tightening his grip around you.

“Izuku, I’ve been pulling concrete out of your hair, and I bet I’ve got soot stains on my pajamas because of your face—”

“Five more minutes.”

“The longer you delay it, the longer it’ll be before we can cuddle in bed.”

He mulls it over; you see him blink groggily as he pushes through the tantalizing threads of sleep. Then, with a childish and exaggerated sigh, Izuku pushes himself off you—“Fine,” he mumbles—and heads into the bathroom first to shower off. You see him scratching at his head while he walks, and you roll your eyes.

You enter the bathroom behind him, filling the tub with hot water, bubbles for the scent, and salt for the ache. Through the clear shower stall, you can see that he’s staring into a corner of the room as he goes through the motion of lathering the soap. You can see he’s still thinking about the mission, still analyzing all his mistakes and all the ways he can improve. You wonder if this is another habit developed by the heavy weight of being a Pro Hero. Or, maybe it’s the untouchable weight of being the Symbol of Peace. Or, once again, perhaps it’s just Izuku, whose heart is too big for his body.

You purse your lips and turn back to the task at hand. You’re doing the best you can, too, trying to let him know that home is safe, that here, with you, he can unwind and off-load and unburden himself.

Izuku finishes quickly—too quickly, you note, but you’ll let him off tonight and make him shower again in the morning.

He steps past you sitting on the edge of the tub and carefully slips beneath the steam and heat of the water with a hiss. You turn off the spout before the water overflows and sit back on the edge, eyeing the new cuts he’s received, scattered across his shoulders and chest. They’re nothing major, but you’ll clean it off for him after the bath. He didn’t properly wash his face, you note; there’s still some lingering remnants of a fiery, collapsing building on his cheeks and chin.

“Tsk. You still have soot and dirt on your face.” You dip your hand in the water and then rub your thumb against his problem spots. “Water’s okay?” you ask.

He nods, sighing as he leans his head back, eyes fluttering closed.

"Okay, good,” you hum. “I’ll go heat up some food, and you can just eat in bed and then sleep.”

Your announcement instantly breaks the drowsy spell of the bath. “I’m not hungry,” Izuku clarifies quickly.

“How do you expect to hold up the entirety of Japan without proper daily meals?” you challenge, and just before he can grab you, his movements slowed by the creeping fatigue and heat, you get up and move away from the tub. The water splashes, dipping over the side. “I’ll be back, needy,” you tease, throwing your old towel onto the tiled floor where the water seeps past the mat.

Izuku crosses his arms over the edge. “I thought you were getting in the bath with me,” he remarks, frowning.

“I’m not getting in,” you tell him. “I already showered.”

He eyes the soot smeared onto your shirt. “Well—your clothes are dirty,” he observes.

“Then I’ll change clothes after putting your food in the microwave.”

You reach the door, hand on the knob, but then you hear your name fall pleadingly from his lips and still.

Seeing that he’s gotten your attention, he proposes, “I’ll eat two breakfasts tomorrow?”

“That’s not how that works,” you note.

“[Name]…” His voice has lost the cheeky and teasing pitch, replaced with a small desperation, a tiny bit of melancholic longing.

You narrow your eyes, your grip on the door loosening. “You really should eat tonight,” you say, but your voice hesitates.

“Please?”

You look back to him. He’s resting his head on his crossed arms, gazing up at you from beneath long and dark lashes, his eyes a beseeching and somber green—and you know it’s just a tactic he uses to get what he wants; you know that he knows that you can’t resist reaching out to him when he’s like that, that you can’t resist pulling him into your nest of heart and breath when he looks like that.

You click your tongue, and then let go of the door, reluctantly walking back to sit on the edge. “I’m not getting in, though,” you resolve.

But, just as you catch the lightning quick, mischievous brattiness in his eyes—it’s too late. He splashes you, drenching you thoroughly.

“Izuku,” you hiss, “what the fuck.”

Deed done, he shrugs innocently. “Guess you need to bathe again?” It ends in the lilt of a question, but you know it’s an audacious statement.

You stare down at him, debating if you would be able to drown him before he overpowers you. He smiles at you with a seemingly virtuous head tilt—but you see the smug satisfaction in the corners of his smooth lips, the often-overlooked trickery in the wrinkles of his honest eyes.

In the end, you sigh and strip, ignoring the feel of his eyes roaming your body as he waits patiently. You throw your soaked shirt at him, but he catches it easily and, with a laugh, tosses it to the floor. As soon as you are submerged, his hands immediately grasp your waist, pulling you to him as though he had been waiting all night—all day—to have you skin to skin.

Izuku pulls you to his lap where you straddle him. You feel him hardening under you alongside your own growing arousal—but he doesn’t try anything, only keeps you tight against him. You arms are around his shoulders, but it’s more for you to have a place to hold. This isn’t for you—this moment, this attentiveness, this is all for Izuku, the little you can do help relieve him of his burdens, if only for the night. You make sure to shift in tandem to his wants, to the way he rests his chin on your shoulder, or how he hides his forehead into your neck or noses up and down the path of your pulsing vein, sweetly and slowly, less searching and more solidifying whatever thought is in his head.

Moments pass by in that intimate position. You are hyper aware and hyper sensitive to every gossamer touch of his breath, every sliding droplet of water, every press of his skin against you.

“You want to mess around?” you ask softly.

You feel him smile into your skin, cheeks and neck and chest flushed from the steam and your words.

“No,” he answers just as quiet.

You trace abstract shapes into his back.

“You want me to suck you off?” you whisper, breaking your position to press a heated kiss against the underside of his jaw.

He shudders and sighs under you, but he only holds you tighter, brings you closer and shifts you higher so he can press his face against your chest, hear your heart thudding out a secret message for him.

“No,” he murmurs, “I just want to hold you.”

You can’t change his mind; you can’t take his guilt or share his weight; but you can do this—you can offer a safe and warm space, away from whatever makes him cold and mournful in the dark. You curl over him, his hair pressing ticklish kisses to your chin; you press him further into the heated nest of your body, until all he can smell is your skin, until all he can hear is your heart, thrumming, humming, crooning—you’re enough—you’re enough—you’re good enough.

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bright-and-burning · 4 months

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got tagged by @albonoooo !! thank u <3

what colour are your eyes?: i have (very mild) heterochromia!! they’re mostly green but my left eye has a little brown stripe :) i guess u could call them hazel (or at least the left one) my mom certainly did for ages idk picture below u decide

(cont under the cut)

tell me about your pets/your dream pet: i (well. my family) have an orange cat and a porgi (pitbull corgi mix [he’s really just a mutt but we’re like 95% sure he’s got corgi in him somehow]). they are the lights of my life and also the goofiest lookin mfs. i’ve posted pics of my cat before but my dog is like. really distinct looking (see: porgi) but i love him so much … ask me for photos of him n u shall receive…

my apartment is pet free unfortunately. but also taking care of another whole ass being is A Lot so. i’m very chill w not having my own rn

share some interesting fact about yourself: i went to a spanish speaking daycare when i was really young (like toddler aged) and then when i was like 7 i invented my own language (as one does) and half the words were just. spanish. my parents spent ages trying to convince me that i did not just come up w the word espagnol . i swear to god. and i was a stubborn know it all kid and i wasn’t gonna believe them on anything without irrefutable proof (and how do u prove that??) so their efforts were largely fruitless LOL

what was the first fandom you were a part of?: for SURE harry potter. 9 year old me had unsupervised internet access and went craaazy

do you have any phobias?: hm. i Really Really Really don’t like things going near my eyes. it was wayyy worse before i started wearing contacts. like someone waving their hands around within three feet of me would freak me out. i do still get like. inescapable visions of pencils being waved around and accidentally put in my eye when i think abt it/when ppl wave pencils around that i have to physically shake out of

are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?: YES! texture issues my beloathed… i DESPISE melted cheese. blergh. bad bad vibes. and other funky textured cheeses… i literally just physically shuddered.

do you eat the burger and fries at the same time or one after another?: i consciously choose to eat burger first to get protein in. and THEN fries. if burger too hot then i get to eat two (must be even number) fries at a time until it cools enough to eat

winter or summer: summer <3 i love the beach i love the sun i love 6am runs where it’s already 75° i love swimming i love fun festivals. but also summer is a mindset . if it’s 65° in march im walking around in shorts and a tank top and sitting in the sun the entire day

favourite fanfiction tropes: oh gosh… best friends to lovers… idk i read it all baby. also gonna be honest the f1 interpretations of a/b/o are FASCINATING!!! and have really increased the draw by Far for me

are you studying or working? what do you study/is your job?: working! i am a silly little analyst

what is the last country you visited: canada in june to get drunk by the lake for a week <3

what country would you want to move to after retiring?: france… maybe not. but also maybe yeah. idk i don’t have any other strong connections to places, u kno? and i’d like to travel (fingers crossed i Can retire at an age where i can still travel easily lol)

who was your first crush?: gene kelly in singin in the rain and on the town… formative movies for 3y/o me

how did you get into f1 fandom?: web weavings on tumblr + like three random instagram reels (the mclaren wavelength video being the only one i remember lol) + the empty hole unemployment left me with inside = instant obsession

no pressure tag…. @oscarpiastriwdc @ocontraire @crimsonicarus @lafaerie @mecachrome

#tag game

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plushiehamuko · 1 year

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A New Year's Kiss || Tenkaede

Tenko and Kaede have a very "friendly and platonic" conversation about one of the most common New Year's Eve holiday traditions.

Tags: Fluff, Tenko Chabashira x Kaede Akamatsu (romantic), SFW

A/N: hello i woke up today and just. wrote this entire thing. i am slightly embarrassed about it, not my best work and very silly and drabble-y so don't judge it too harshly, but um!! yes here have some girlies being girlies!! (also note that the reason that they keep mentioning "boyfriends" is bc i wanted to imply the girlies are still a bit closeted. but this is still a lesbian tenko only account so please don't misunderstand that thanks!!)

It was almost midnight on New Year’s Eve, and Kaede couldn’t be happier with the way she was spending it; her entire class had been invited to a party that was being hosted by Miu, but she had opted not to go, instead inviting Tenko to spend time with her privately. It wasn’t that she didn’t like parties or being around her other classmates, but welcoming the new year just seemed much more special as an intimate moment between her and her closest friend.

As they waited for midnight, Kaede was gently braiding Tenko’s hair, something she liked to do every time they spent time together. Her friend’s long, dark hair was soft between her fingers, easily slipping into braids as she gently weaved each strand. The music softly playing in the background added to the ambiance, all trendy pop songs made by various girl artists that Tenko had chosen. None of the songs were ones that Kaede recognized compared to the classical music that she usually listened to herself, but just knowing it was all of Tenko’s favorite music made her love it as much as she loved her own favorite songs.

For a while, neither of the two girls interrupted the peaceful ambiance they had created in the room, but eventually, Tenko was the one to finally break the silence. “Hey, Kaede?”

“Hmm?”

Kaede turned her full attention to the girl as she waited for a response, but Tenko suddenly turned very red, stuttering on her next words. “U-um, never mind! It was nothing…” Kaede giggled at this, knowing her friend was always very quick to fluster like this.

“Tenko… you can tell me anything, you know that. You’re my best friend,” she said in an attempt to soothe her. Tenko exhaled at this, relaxing her tensed shoulders and speaking again, this time much more calmly and clearly.

“Yeah, you’re right…” She took some time to contemplate before saying her next words, and Kaede waited in anticipation of what had Tenko so bothered this time. “Kaede… have you ever had a New Year’s kiss?” Kaede’s eyes widened slightly at the question considering it had been the last thing she expected to be asked, but after her initial shock, she just softly smiled.

“Yes, I have, but it was never anything too special. Just with some friends,” she answered, fondly reminiscing on her memories from past New Year’s parties as she spoke. Kaede had always been the type of person to be openly affectionate with her close friends, disregarding what seemed strange to other people entirely, so casually kissing her platonic friends was one of her favorite New Year’s traditions from before her time at Hope’s Peak. “Never with, like… a boyfriend or anything, though.”

“So you just… kissed your friends…!?” Tenko was once again shocked and flustered, and Kaede couldn’t stop herself from giggling again, finding all her reactions adorable.

“Mhmm. It’s really not a big deal. It’s just a kiss, no reason you should have to be dating someone to kiss them,” she explained, finishing off Tenko’s braid and carefully clipping her large green bow into her hair. “It was just for fun, but maybe one day, I’ll get to have a romantic New Year’s kiss. How about you?”

“No… I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss… I could never just kiss someone so casually like you!! I mean, don’t you get super nervous?”

“Mmm… not really when it’s just my friends, no. Maybe I’d be more nervous if it were romantic, but I haven’t tried, so I don’t know,” she explained with a shrug. “If you want, I can show you. I’ll be your first New Year’s kiss and you’ll see that it’s no big deal.” Kaede thought her suggestion was quite casual, but with the way that Tenko froze for several seconds and then buried her tomato-red face in her hands, she wondered if she had pushed too far.

“Wh-!! You can’t just… you can’t just suggest that!! I haven’t even… kissed anyone before…” Tenko then buried her face in her knees, letting out an exasperated sigh. Kaede hummed in understanding; she’d never asked about her friend’s past romantic experiences, but she had just assumed everyone their age had at least kissed someone before. Then again, Kaede supposed she was practically in the same boat as Tenko to some extent; she had shared plenty of kisses before, but none of them actually had any romantic meaning.

“I see… then I’m sorry if I pressured you, Tenko.” She gently wrapped her arm around her friend and traced her fingers up and down her back soothingly. “Don’t even worry about my offer. I understand if you want to save your first kiss, and I’ll be cheering you on when you find that someone special to share it with.”

“W-well…” Tenko looked up from her knees, briefly making eye contact with Kaede before blushing and looking away. “I didn’t say no… I mean… best friends are pretty special, right? So maybe it’s better to share your first kiss with a best friend… than with some… boy that you’ll probably break up with eventually anyway…”

Kaede gave her a soft giggle and nodded. “I guess you’re right. Then if you’re sure, I’d be honored to be your first kiss. And look, you decided right on time…” She pointed to the clock which currently read 11:59 PM. They both stared at the clock, waiting for the minute to change; the feeling of anticipation made seconds feel like years, but eventually, the time changed to midnight.

Kaede turned her eyes to Tenko, and she had a feeling in her stomach she wasn’t expecting: nervous butterflies. She hadn’t been lying when she said kissing her friends never made her nervous before, but something about this felt different as she leaned closer to the girl sitting next to her. Slowly, she brought up to her hand to tuck a few loose strands of Tenko’s hair behind her ear before cupping her soft cheek in her hand. She closed the space between them, brushing her lips gently against Tenko’s.

“Happy New Year, Tenko…” Instead of waiting for a response, she kissed the other girl, being gentle as she finally connected their lips. It took Tenko a few seconds to get used to the sensation, but once she did, she was quick to reciprocate. Kaede kept the pacing of the kiss soft and slow, and even when she noticed that she had let it last far longer than any platonic kiss she had given before, she simply couldn’t bring herself to pull away, and she instead wrapped her arm around Tenko to pull her closer.

It was already a couple of minutes later when Tenko was finally the one to pull away from the kiss, checking the clock. “I… I promised my parents I wouldn’t be home too late…”

“Right… yeah! That makes sense. You should start to make your way home.” It was Kaede’s turn to be flustered with the way she looked down at the ground instead of directly at Tenko as she responded, nervously rubbing her arm with her hand.

“Hey, Kaede?”

“...hmm?”

“You were wrong.” Kaede looked up at the other girl in confusion at this, waiting for her to explain what she meant. “I don’t really think… that was no big deal. And I think… it should happen again sometime.” Kaede nodded slowly in understanding and agreement, too entranced by Tenko in that moment to fully respond. “For now, I have to go, but… happy New Year, Kaede.”

With that, Tenko stood up, waved, and left through the door, leaving Kaede with a swarm of thoughts filling her head. She had never felt the way she did when she was kissing Tenko before in her entire life, and that moment they shared had welcomed many new feelings that Kaede had yet to decipher and understand.

However, despite the anxiousness brought on by all of the unfamiliarity, Kaede couldn’t help but be excited as well. With the new year came a new opportunity to re-explore her relationship with Tenko, and if they could continue to share moments like the one they had on this New Year’s Day, then she was glad to welcome the changes.

#tenko chabashira #kaede akamatsu #tenkaede #danganronpa #ndrv3 #drv3 #tenko chabashira x kaede akamatsu

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snknmda · 2 years

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the date that isn’t really a date but feels like one would be so funny with suegiku, especially from tecchous perspective because unlike jouno, he doesn’t know what the others thinking. tecchou freaking out trying to read the room and consequently jouno freaking out because “why is tecchous heart racing like that?!?” and then them both being idiots and trying to act normal while not really knowing if this is a date or not 😭

hi. hope this makes up for my absence and is everything u ever wished for in life, ily.

sent from this post!!

tags: nothing too flashy really just tecchou being a massive flirt. they're both blushing like silly little skrunklies.

wc: 1.5k

i suck at making edits but i think im hilarious so here's a preview lmfao:

According to Tecchou’s line of thinking— something that’s a primary source of extreme stress for Jouno— this would classify as a date.

This: with Tecchou pushing the shopping cart with his elbows perched on the handle, bored eyes casually following every move his partner makes while Jouno walks a few feet ahead of him, arms crossed behind his back as he occasionally turns his head to survey the numerous packs and bottles of condiments with a scrunch to his nose, as if the strong smells of the spices itch.

Tecchou doesn’t know how Jouno is so good at grocery shopping when all he does is sniff around, but he surely isn’t complaining. After all, the last time Tecchou was trusted to restock the Hunting Dogs’ pantry, he went way over their budget and had to pay the amount from his own wallet. He was generous, sure, but also had ‘no sense of economical responsibility’ (as Jouno so kindly put it), so he since asked his dear partner to do it with him instead.

Jouno was bribed, of course.

He would never accompany Tecchou anywhere outside of work of his own volition unless he was offered an incentive— which was the promise of having his dinner paid for after he was done doing Tecchou’s chore. Tecchou naturally obliged.

Granted, it was a far-fetched assumption. Grocery shopping wasn’t the most ideal thing to do on a first date, but Tecchou also doesn’t know what he would do on an actual first date with Jouno, if it ever happens, that is.

He unknowingly lets himself indulge in the idea of it as he trails behind Jouno, hunched over the trolly as he continues to walk in that awkward stance.

They’re both dressed in civvies, and Tecchou has to admit that Jouno looks… good, for a lack of appropriate vocabulary.

Muted tones make him look prettier than he already is. The beige cardigan that loosely sits over his shoulders bunches around at his sleeves at the hem, hiking up halfway over his palms, as if he bought it a size too big. The smooth collars of his white shirt underneath fan out over the drooping neck of the cardigan, buttoned down till the second slit to unveil a protruding set of collarbones.

Tecchou rarely gets to see Jouno out of their formal military attire, which is exactly why he can’t stop staring. He looks so gentle like this, and his hands look incredibly soft— which is another one of the things Tecchou never got the chance to see, so gets lost in the visual; his nails are trimmed and neat, filed down into perfect ovals with his skin running smooth over every crevice like he regularly uses hand cream (he might as well, considering it’s Jouno). Those hands of his weren’t a point of attraction for Tecchou before, but now that he gapes at the faint bluish green veins that stick out and cascade up his fair knuckles and through his wrist, lithe in its shape, he realises that they’re pretty, very pretty, in fact. They’re slender and steady as they brush over the items stacked in the racks and could very well be mistaken for a pianist’s hands.

Jouno halts in his tracks and smoothly twists his body to face Tecchou with an annoyed grimace scrunching up his nose, not quite breaking his stance as he does so,

“Can you shut up for a second?” he requests oh so nicely with his eyebrows creasing in the middle, “I’m trying to focus past the stench of pickle juice and your obnoxious thinking.”

Tecchou just shrugs, acting like he wasn’t vehemently ogling at the man moments ago. Almost getting caught in the act makes a sharp heat spread across his chest, so in a shit attempt at excusing himself, he humbly offers:

“You should get the pickles, though.”

Jouno’s face morphs into even more disgust.

“Why—”

“Teruko-san likes pickles.” Tecchou adds before Jouno could finish what may have been another unnecessarily abrupt question. He watches him consider this and finds himself getting lost in the way his eyelids twitch in annoyance at the reminder, light lashes flinching with his furrowed brows getting lost under the pinkish tips of his bangs that make his expression hard to read at times.

Not right now, though, when he looks so visibly irritated.

“Her wants can wait for our needs, not being able to make that distinction is what makes you the worst person for this job.” Jouno makes it sound like they’re on a mission, but he’s not wrong either. “And I can feel you staring, Tecchou-san, is there a problem?”

There’s only half a bite to that question and it truly does make Tecchou wonder if it’s another one of those rhetorical questions he isn’t supposed to answer. From the way Jouno doesn’t turn away alludes otherwise, but that doesn’t mean Tecchou will admit to getting caught.

“I like pickles too.”

Jouno scoffs.

“Who asked. Walk at least three meters away from me, you’re distracting me with that stupid heartbeat of yours.”

Jouno turns back around and huffs for no other reason than not having any smart retort to exhale under his breath.

What the hell is Suehiro looking at and why does he sound like he’s blushing?

Not being able to see the faint blush tint Jouno’s cheeks a pretty pink is a treasure that Tecchou can’t have. Not this time, at least, when they’re in a fucking grocery store.

Tecchou naturally ignores that instruction and continues following Jouno at the same distance, this time keeping his eyes on literally anything else so he doesn’t explicitly get caught and embarrass himself.

Eventually, Tecchou finds himself getting lost in thought again as he aimlessly trails behind his partner, unconsciously averting his attention to Jouno, who looks so very pretty picking off the freshest items in the racks.

He occasionally turns and asks Tecchou to recite the expiration date to him on a few packs when he feels as if his nose can’t decide if the item he’s holding is expired or just smells like it’s rotting.

That, and the fact that he can’t focus past the loud thumping of Tecchou’s heart that rings in his ear like a fucking drum.

Normally, Jouno would just resort to strangling the man to get him to comply to his wishes, but the offbeat sound of his heart make it seem like Tecchou’s just… admiring him, for whatever fucking reason.

Embarrassingly enough, he feels too sheepish to confront Tecchou about it so he just lets it be, attempting and failing to hide how those eyes feel like dry ice on his back.

Jouno just left when he was sure they got all they needed from the store, leaving his partner to deal with paying and carrying the bags back to the car. He’s sitting in the passenger side of Tecchou’s jeep with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, a thoughtful furrow between his brows as he tries to focus past the lasting effect of Tecchou’s phantom gaze on him.

Tecchou promptly hops back in the car and shuts the door. For some reason, being alone with him in such an enclosed space in such silence feels more suffocating than it was on their way to the store. Strangely, it’s deafeningly quiet for someone like Jouno.

“We should get going if you’re done staring, Tecchou-san.”

This seems to give Tecchou’s heart a kick, ultimately making a sly grin stretch across Jouno’s mouth.

Tecchou shifts in his seat, probably putting his seatbelt on. The car roars to life after a few seconds but doesn’t quite start moving yet.

Jouno turns his head in confusion towards Tecchou, wondering what the hold up is about before he senses him leaning in.

His first instinct is to lean back as much as Tecchou leans in— which he keeps doing— a furious blush quickly heating up his cheeks as he completely backs up against the door of the car, finding this invasivity of Tecchou’s quite overwhelming.

He finally halts, or his seatbelt does it for him, and reaches an arm out around Jouno who fucking shrieks when he feels a strong hand snake behind his neck…

…to grab the latch of his seatbelt.

The swishing sound of Tecchou tugging at the seatbelt and popping it into the buckle makes Jouno realise just what this asshole was trying to do.

“Safety first.” He says casually, as if he didn’t almost pull a heart attack worthy stunt on his poor partner.

Jouno just sits there, frozen against the door with a sheer look of disbelief on his face. The immediate aura of smugness that begins radiating from Tecchou morphs his shock into annoyance, which further blurs into rage.

“Do that again and you’ll catch a case.” Jouno states with determination, which only makes Tecchou huff in amusement as he pulls the car out of parking, stretching one arm behind Jouno’s seat to get a clear view of where he’s backing the car up into.

That gesture only adds fuel to the fire, so to not look like Jouno just got the worst case of whiplash, he blurts:

“You’re paying for my dessert too.”

Tecchou passes him an amused glance as he pulls into the traffic, humming contently under his breath. He wishes he could revel in the sight of Jouno’s shock, but unfortunately incoming traffic forcibly steers his attention to the road.

“Whatever you say, Jouno.”

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