summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.
length: 21,000 words | 6 chapters
tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture
warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut
chapter links:
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cross posted on ao3: here
EDIT: Now with art by the deeply talented absolutely lovely @volatilematters
♡𖠣 patchwork♡𖠣
II childe x fem!reader II mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, cheery epilouge
Childe needs to see you before he meets his end; a precipice he is very near to by the time you find him miles from your home, crawling through the snow. To his confusion, you've taken him in and dedicated yourself to nursing him back to health. Little did you both know, your love for one another ran deep enough to heal all wounds.
content warnings: Childe is badly injured so there are descriptions of blood, broken ribs, aches and pains. Descriptions of applying medical stitches to close open wounds. Nothing too descriptive. I am not a doctor so do not try this at home. Mutually possessive themes. A suggestive comment in the epilouge. Let me know if I should add anything else!
Also, happy Thanksgiving everyone :) I am so grateful to each and every person who finds my work and enjoys it; these past six months of my blog being up and running has been so fulfilling and magical. I'm so lucky to have this community ♡ I'm sending all my love to you today ♡
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“Blow.”
Childe puckered his split, dry lips and let out a weak breath---no power behind the gust at all. The hot steam that rose from the spoon you held to his lips mocked him; such a small opponent, unshaken and uncooled by his efforts.
You sighed; he wasn’t healing as fast as he should be...meaning, he most likely was ignoring your instructions and not adhering to his strict bed rest.
You were straddling him where he lied on the bed in your guest room, propped up by a mountain of pillows---including the ones from your own bed and the throw pillows from your couch; a desperate attempt to make him as comfortable as possible, which was a feat not easily achieved given his broken state. If you’d sat at his side, he wouldn’t be able to face you, since his cracked ribs made any movement excruciating. Even so, he refused to stay put, risking his health every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the shower or the bathroom. You told him you should be assisting him any time he had to exert himself, but he vehemently refused your help with his hygiene---it was simply humiliating that a grown man like him would need help washing himself, especially your help. “Save me my pride.”, he begged, the grim and embarrassed look on his face making you cave. You agreed to his demands as long as he’d let you walk him to and from the amenities, that way he wouldn't risk falling on his way and injuring himself further. But he’d still disobey and take himself there while you weren’t looking. You took to smelling his hair every time you came to check on him, smoothing it back and lifting your nose to his forehead to check if he showered without you getting him there safely. He always smelled clean, bringing that frustrated frown he loathed to be the cause of to your pretty face.
“You’ll kill yourself.”, you’d warn, “And I’ll have to bury you in the backyard.”.
He didn’t understand why you cared so much—why you, literally, dragged him back to your house after finding him beaten and bloody only a couple miles from your cabin, having crawled from a camp in a Snezhnayan forest he had been instructed to collect a debt from the residents of. They'd expected his visit and prepared an ambush of twenty. Normally, he could win a battle such as this with ease, but his exhuastion from the continuous missions he was assigned by the Fatui without breaks became too much for him. Thank Celestia you found him when you did, having fortunately been scavenging for snow berries in the very same forest.
He had been hauling himself as far as he could in the direction of your cabin, trying to get as far as he could so that he could deliver you the letter he’d been saving in the breast pocket of his daily coat for years. One he’d carried with him always to ensure that, in the event he met his end, that his final confession would reach you.
A letter he’d been too cowardly to send to you in life—his one and only friend, the girl he grew up with in grade school, who he’d chosen to play make believe in the snow and ice-skate with, rather than hunting and roughhousing with the other boys in his class. It wasn’t that those boyish activities didn’t interest him, it was that his interest in you outweighed those hobbies by tons. You were everything, still were.
That’s why it was so mortifying that you had to nurse him back to health; shouldering the consequences of his deadly line of work.
Not only did he almost lose his life to his opponents, but for you to find him at his weakest made the shame burn all the worse.
You leaned over to where you brought the spoon a centimeter from his lips, nose nearly brushing his own as you gently blew on the sip of homemade chicken soup inside. He felt your warm breath on his lips, the feeling of you made his pale cheeks turn pink and weak heart sputter in his chest.
If his ribs weren't broken, if they were still in the healthy condition of a cage they once were, he might believe his chest housed a hummingbird; the pace of his heart mimicking the incessant beating of it's wings. The way just being close to you stirred and electrified him, you could bring him back to life with just a kiss.
Your eyes flicked back up to his, urging the spoon to his lips, indicating you wanted him to open them.
He did, his gaze not breaking from yours as he opened his mouth and let you feed him. It was such an intimate moment that you forgot to breathe, catching your breath as you watched him swallow the meal you'd prepared for him and him alone. Though you were both quiet, it felt like the room buzzed lowly around the both of you. He didn't know it, but the way he looked at you with such deep warmth made you shiver.
“You were up last night, weren’t you?”, you finally asked, already knowing the answer.
Indignity marred his face as he averted his eyes to the wooden floor of your house, but his break from your irritated gaze didn’t last long. You took his chin between your thumb and forefinger and redirected his attention back to your face.
“Tell me the truth.”
He had no choice now. You had him pinned.
“…Yes, I got up…sorry.”
Your disappointed face made him flinch—stinging more than your anger or scorn ever could.
You sighed, closing your eyes and moving your hand from his chin to cup his cheek, worried eyes boring into his and squeezing his heart.
“You’re delaying your healing process. Every time you get up without help—“
“I don’t need a walker like a decrepit, old man”, he spat, instant regret pailing him. He hated that he snapped at you, hated that he couldn't control himself. His embarrassment would overwhelm him---like it always did when you looked at him like a wounded animal. He turned his face away from you once again, but you pulled his attention right back.
“Stop it.”, your stern command sat like a rock in his stomach. Though, the heavy feeling dissipated when your gaze turned soft and fretting. “I’m sorry I’m playing 'demanding nurse', but I need you to work with me if you’re ever going to get better. I don’t want these wounds to be permanent; getting up without help will make your bones heal wrong, or open your stitches back up.".
He knew better than to take his eyes off of you at this point, but the guilt in his expression told you all you needed to know. His late night walk last night had come with consequences.
“You didn’t—"
Without warning, you threw the blankets off of him, only to find a bloody, crudely secured bandage over the deep laceration on his abdomen. He'd popped his stitches.
“Childe!”, your shriek made him wince. “Why didn’t you tell me!”.
“I’m sorry…”, he started, but you didn’t hear him. You were already running off to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen.
He was getting really sick and tired of disappointing you. He'd been in this room for weeks, been your constant source of anxiety and labor for weeks, and he wasn't getting any better.
...but you were never frustrated. Sure, he'd annoy you with his pride, but no amount of effort put into caring for him would ever be a waste, not to you, at least. He'd pop his stitches or worsen a crack in his ribs with a fall or sharp movement, you'd scold him, but no matter how many times it happened, you'd always redo them, always hold ice packs or heating pads over his aches; carefully, gently.
He watched your beautiful, soft hands work while they drew the needle and thread through him---and he wouldn't flinch. It didn't even hurt. It couldn't, when it was a mesmerizing sight; the way you left what would be permanent scars along his body---covering the old ones left by his enemy. Scars that were not made to wound, but to heal. Any mark you left upon him was gratefully accepted, knowing that he'd now carry evidence of you and your care with him at all times, all the way up until his last day in this world.
Like clockwork, the process was quick and painless. The first time you'd sewn him up, you had no clue what you were doing; fumbling and sobbing as you desperately tried to save his life. Tears clouded your view and your shaking hands couldn't safely find purchase on his abdomen. But Childe steadied you, held you close and whispered reassurances and apologies to you while talking you through every step. Now, he was like your personal patchwork doll. You'd sewn him up every time he went and hurt himself again, each stitch made with love and care.
When you were done, you wiped the area with a warm, firewater-soaked cloth, then applied an antibacterial ointment. He'd tried to take it from you, insisting he could apply it himself, but you smacked his hands away.
"You're my patient. Just sit back and let me take care of you.", you said it like it was nothing; a plain fact, your job. But it wasn't your job. He couldn't see why you were so compelled to shoulder this work yourself when you could've had him carted off to a Fatui infirmary the day you found him.
"They won't take care of you like I will.", was all you would say.
You knew the Fatui infirmary would prioritize getting their war machine in working order as soon as possible, rather than giving him quality treatment and time to heal. You also knew that, since visitors were not allowed into the Fatui headquarters, he would be all alone. And you wouldn't have that. You'd gotten letters to your residence that the Fatui knew you had their harbinger and were coming to collect him, but you used every one of them as kindling for the hearth in Childe's room. Soldiers had shown up at your front door, demanding entry or that you send their harbinger out to them, but to their surprise, you fought them like a wildcat. It was incredible how fierce you'd gotten over the subject of Childe's care, not allowing anyone but yourself to touch him. Your shouting startled the agents and they backed off as you swung the wooden spoon you'd been holding at them, warning them to get lost.
"He'll be back when he's healed and not a moment sooner!", you'd hollered as they begrudgingly trudged away.
Childe's gaze on you was proud and soft at the memory; you were the only person that had ever fought for him---and fought Fatui agents two times your size with a wooden spoon, too.
At your request, he greedily accepted your touch, closing his eyes as he let himself be blissfully consumed by the feeling of your kind hand smoothing the ointment over his skin.
When you finished, you sat back and examined him for a while. You did this often---like you were saving the image of him somewhere deep within you, like you were scared to forget him, scared to lose him. Your gaze washed him in warmth, his chest aching from the well of love he harbored for you. It made his eyes glitter and his heart ask questions it was desperate to know the answers to.
"...why do you put yourself through this?", the question slipped from his mouth in a whisper before he had the chance to think it through. It had been eating away at him since the day you took him in.
You tilted your head, the curious pout on your lips making him gulp; you were so very cute.
"Through what?", you asked.
"This.", he clarified, lifting his arms as much as he could to gesture to the situation you'd both found yourselves in. "...you know you don't have to.".
"I want to.", you argued. "The Fatui wouldn'---"
He interrupted your statement, "wouldn't take care of me like you would, I know. But that doesn't answer my question.", he looked into your eyes with furrowed eyebrows and painful confusion in his expression. "I know I'm burdening you. So why would you put yourself through this?".
In all honesty, he was terrified of your answer. He feared that asking would make you come to your senses and finally send him away; though he knew you deserved to get his hopeless corpse out of your house.
What he didn't expect was the lips he was so enamored with curving into a smile.
"You said you were mine; so you're mine to take care of. No one else's."
Now this perplexed him. He'd been yours since the day he met you, when your pretty face and gentle demeanor tethered him hopelessly to you from your first shared smile. And that tether coiled itself tighter and tighter around him with every day you spent at each other's side, every time he observed your unending compassion---building huts for creatures of the forest before snow storms would hit, patiently helping him with the school subjects he struggled in, babysitting his siblings with him while his parents were away...but what was so confusing was, he'd never told you. He belonged to you in silence and silence alone, neglecting to inform you of the hold you had on the heart he'd willingly given to you long ago.
He was at a loss for words, your exclamation hitting the nail right on the head. He was yours, but how did you know?
His wide eyes and crimson cheeks only made you chuckle, pulling his letter out of the apron you wore---the letter he'd saved on his person at all times for you in the event of his death.
"Unless this isn't yours?", you asked, cheekily.
His face paled. You must've found it after you'd taken him back to your house to care for him. You'd washed his clothes, including his coat, and emptied the pockets before throwing them in the wash bin---finding his letter for you safely tucked in the pocket that rested above his heart.
You opened the letter and read aloud your favorite passage to him:
"When you find my body, I ask that you carve out my heart and take it with you; it belongs to you, just as my body, my mind and my soul, though I fear the whole of me is too heavy for you to carry. Carry this, so you may have me and not be crushed by my weight. So you may have proof that I, and everything I am, belongs to you."
The rosy, dreamy smile that bloomed on your lips as you cantored his confession to him like gospel brought his deepest wishes and desires to life; you accepted him and his love with your full heart. His voice escaped him as you made his dreams come true with just a smile. Your perfect, perfect smile.
"Childe...", you said with a sweetness in your voice that rivaled any dessert he'd ever tasted.
His name falling from your lips made his heart jump.
"...yes?"
"...I love you.", the phrase left your throat like a quiet, ardent cry. I love you. It came from a deep, ancient part of your heart; a space carved out long ago for the boy you spent your childhood with, a space whose walls strain against the fullness of it. You'd stuffed it full of so much care for him, it felt like it was just a pinprick from bursting.
Your words made his own heart whine and scrape at the confines of his chest like a puppy wanting out of its cage so that it may find its beloved owner.
"That's why I take care of you. I love you.". It wasn't an explaination, it was a promise. It was a confession that you were just as tethered to him as he was to you.
Without another word, you scooted closer and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, careful not to lean too much of your body weight on him, but enough to envelop him in your warmth. He felt your heart beating against his, a passionate duet between lovers that had gone too long unsung.
He couldn't hold you in return, his arms aching too much to lift, but he buried his nose in the crook between your shoulder and neck, breathing in your scent as deeply as he could, pressing kisses to the soft space. You loved him. You loved him. He'd believe he was dreaming if the soreness from his wounds wasn't all too real---proof that he was living and breathing in the reality that you wanted him. That you wanted him and he was yours without any hesitation. Now, he was itching to heal, prepared to follow any rules you put in place for him as long as it meant that at the end of the process he could hold you like he wanted to---tight and possessive and finally.
He hungrily kissed his way up the column of your neck, just like he'd done in every daydream he had a moment to indulge in and in the periods of wakefulness he spun in before he fell asleep every night. Every waking thought he could spare was spent in dedication to you you you. He made his way up your jaw, to the sensitive spot behind your ear that made you gasp and shiver; spending a long, devoted moment tending to it eagerly. Then he kissed back down your cheek until he hovered right in front of your lips---pausing there. He looked up into your eyes amorously, pleadingly, silently asking for your permission to press his lips to your own. As if he was unsure if he was worthy or not.
Your loving gaze was enough to give him his answer.
So he shut his eyes and leaned into you as you braced yourself on his shoulders, squeezing them as his cracked lips finally met your own. He ardently devoured you, his desperation overcoming his physical limitations---abandoning his need for physical comfort in lieu of his need to taste you, to lick up every sweet kiss you would give him. He leaned forward as you attempted to pull away, his lips unable to satiate their craving. You relented, laughing lightly as you gently pressed him back down onto the pillows to relieve the sharp pain in his abdomen he sacrificed for a moment more of your lips on his. You indulged him, smoothing your hands up his neck to cup his jaw and hold him as you gave him as much as he wanted---which would never be enough.
No matter how much affection you'd give him, it could never fill the well of longing he'd been digging for you since the day he met you.
He'd yearn for you every moment of every day of his life. In this moment, he made a law for himself to follow: After he heals, he'll take care of himself, treat his exhaustion and avoid lethal injuries, so that he may keep coming back to you with his love in tow---offerings of affection he'd lay at your feet and pray you'd accept. He'd keep his heart beating so it would stay warm for you; so that the day you'd pry it from his chest would remain eras away.
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"Childe, I can hold the spoon.", you demanded, attempting to snatch the spoonful of soup from his hand as he chuckled and evaded your swipes.
Your grumpy, flushed face was too adorable for his heart to take, and the sound of your stuffy voice was too funny.
Oh, how the tables have turned since the day you'd taken him into your home. Once he'd started adhering to your treatment plan wholeheartedly, he healed in record time. Your harbinger had grown stronger and livlier than ever, a feat which he acreditted solely to your kisses and love.
"All I'm saying is, I didn't start healing until you started kissing me.", he had claimed, grinning broadly as he brought you into his arms after being able to stand on his own without pain for the first time since his injury.
He'd moved in not too long after he came back from his first mission since his hiatus, favoring your cozy cabin over any mansion his money could buy. He was grateful to be home with you...but you'd caught a bug while he was away. When you opened your front door with bleary, puffy eyes and the sniffles, he couldn't help but pinch your cheeks and laugh, drawing you in for a kiss. You'd argued and tried to push his face away, shouting that he'd get himself sick, but he only captured your wrists and held them against his chest as he pressed his lips to yours.
"No weak little bug can take down a warrior as strong as me.", he'd arrogantly claimed...
...you hated that he was right.
So he got to steal kisses from you scott free while he nursed you back to health, just as you'd done for him.
And he delivered such sweet payback, playing 'demanding nurse' just like you had.
"C'mon, sweetheart. Open up. Medicine's gotta go down the hatch."
"You're not sleeping alone tonight, love. Gotta keep you warm so your cold doesn't get worse!"
"Maybe you shouldn't shower alone...you might faint. Just let me come with you."
You started to pick up on the fact that maybe not all of his rules and regulations were made solely in your interest.
Now, you were fighting him over whether or not you could feed yourself.
"My arms aren't broken!", you bickered, sniffling and pouting like a stubborn child.
"Ah ah ah! But any physical exertion could delay your progress. You wanna get better, don't you?", he argued, grinning like a fox.
"...yes."
"Then lay back and let me handle you. I gotta take care of what's mine, right?".
You only quit your grumbling because he looked so proud of himself. So cheerful that he got to make you feel better and call you his, just like you'd done for him.
He planted a kiss to your hot forehead, tutting as he pulled away.
"Your fever hasn't gone down yet. Let me get you a cool compress."
With that, he trotted off to the kitchen. You couldn't help but smile at his antics, running about without a break and spending every moment of the day doting on you---all for a little case of the sniffles.
And how could he not? You were his one and only love, and like he said, like he'll repeat any time you need to hear it...
偉いね偉いねご苦労様 ( well done, thank you for your hard work ) -> lucifer。¿? shimon
characters: vox akuma
summary: falling in love with vox akuma over discord.
word count: 1.0k words
content: fluff
a/n: part of my 「 internet romance 」 collection (*´∇｀*) sorry it took so long for release !!!
it wasn’t like you were nervous or anything, but it was always a little nerve-wracking to experience something new for the first time. it’d been a while since you were introduced to the wonderful world of nijisanji, and it was about goddamn time you joined a fan server to meet other fans like yourself.
a spur of fans welcomed you with the discord welcome function. you grinned to yourself, replying back with semi-enthusiastic “hello!”s as not to seem too overexcited.
server daddy: welcome to the server~ we’re elated to have you here 🫶
millayyyy: stop being cringe 😬
server daddy: you’re just jealous you have negative rizz
ennaurrrr: the only person with negative rizz is mfing reimu endou
petra’s wife: stfu fucking enna alouette you literally hate me im not even part of this conversation
ennaurrr: yet you’re here ???
petra’s wife: 🫵 you're 😩 literally 🤢 horrible
server mom: calm down honeys you’re going to scare the new member 🫠
server daddy: okay calm the fuck down, let me talk to the newbie
you: 😃
you laughed to yourself as the group kept bickering in main-chat. it seemed slightly strange, but hilarious nonetheless.
were people in the nijisanji community this wild?
as the person supposedly ‘enna’ bickered with someone called ‘reimu’, server daddy himself, albeit his server nickname, sent you a dm.
his username was actually vox akuma, so vox was probably his name.
vox: sorry about them, they’re always unhinged.
you: it’s nothing !!! they’re super funny, and it just means they really cherish each other.
vox: wow, i don’t know if you’re seeing things or just really optimistic
you: it’s how i roll ✌️ no way you’re one of those gloomy types tho ???
vox: there’s a difference between gloomy and sexy/angsty.
you: is that what you’re going for 😃
vox: :)
you: okay, sexy/angsty, teach me how to have w rizz, if you have it (supposedly)
vox: are you doubting my rizz right now?
you: 🤡 maybe
vox: alright, i’ll give a rizz demonstration. hop on vc with me right now.
albeit a little skeptical at what was about to happen, the adrenaline and excitement from your hilarious conversation with vox fueled your urge to accept his call.
the first thing you heard when you got on the call was the smoothest voice you’d heard in your lifetime.
“well, hello there, darling.”
you were definitely, totally, only slightly taken aback. blushing from your head to your toes, at least that’s how it felt, you muttered a small “hello”, to which you received a hearty laugh as a response.
“told you my rizz was phenomenal.”
“your rizz is literally lowering by the second i don’t even know what you’re talking about.” you laughed, the self-confidence in his statement throwing you off.
“sure darling, sure. and where’s your rizz?”
“me?” you questioned, and he “mhm”ed for you to continue.
“well, babe,” you dropped your voice by an octave, attempting to sound swag, before bursting into a fit of giggles after vox snorted when hearing your voice.
“you are hilarious, i mean it. and adorable, at that.” he said, and the words came out of his mouth with such warmth you could imagine the smile on his face.
as the conversation continued throughout the night, you found out that somehow, you and vox had a lot of the same interests, talking for hours on end, and it happened the next day, and the next, and the next.
vox could feel himself sinking into what seemed like honey, sweet and sucking him in, keeping his heart fluttering in his chest incessantly. he knew it was stupid, to fall in so deeply with someone he’d just met, on discord, too. but it was the way you two clicked, the same conversations on the tips of your tongues and the sound of your laugh.
he was utterly enamoured with you. he groaned as he leaned back in his chair, always confused as to what to label your relationship. he’d done his best to try to push your relationship forward, but he was still unclear on what you thought due to the flirty nature of your relationship. were you serious? were you not? it flustered him.
he couldn’t take it anymore. you’d usually be on call with him already at this time, but something was probably holding you up. he pulled out his phone to send you a message.
vox: darling, are you home yet?
you: you make us sound like we’re married 😭
vox: do you not want to be married to me? 👁️
you: that’s not what i mean !!!
vox: then what do you mean
you: i’m getting home soon, i’ll call you to talk about it 🫶
the last heart at the end of ur message sent his mind into a flurry. what did you even mean by that? you were truly adorable, and there was nothing he could do to suppress the feelings that bubbled up in his chest.
about half an hour later, your call arrived, and he promptly accepted.
“vox?”
“hello. the trip home was nice?”
“yeah! but… i wanted to just talk about us.” you said.
your unsure tone frightened him just a little bit. and with his heart beating wildly out of his chest, he gathered the courage to open his mouth and speak.
“you know, y/n, really, i—”
“i like you.”
and with that, vox stood still for a moment, processing your words in his head. you just said that you liked him. his heart pounded even more erratically, but somehow he regained his calm.
“gosh, darling, you beat me to the punch. i wanted to say that first.” vox mused.
your flustered laugh resonating from the other end of the call only made him fall for you more.
summary: a fic collection about the nijisanji en members falling in love with you over discord.
content: fluffy fics !!!
inspiration: the visual novel blooming panic!
a/n: this is my first official fic series (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) these will be way more detailed than previous written works. i’ll be doing my best (｡ì _ í｡) vox post soon !!!
ただいまー ( i’m home ) 「おかえり」 ( welcome home ) -> okaeri love。strawberry prince
characters: vox akuma, mysta rias, luca kaneshiro, ike eveland, shu yamino
summary: domestic!luxiem members welcoming you home
content: fluff, drabbles
a/n: thank you so much for the OVERWHELMING support on my first post !! i can’t believe it got 100+ notes in the first like 2 days like what ?! (°▽°)
vox akuma:
stretching as you walk back home from a long day, you step into the way too air conditioned elevator of your apartment complex.
days like these were tiring, filled with senseless meetings and generally useless conversations. what you were anticipating all day was just a simple bowl of instant ramen waiting for you in the comfort of your home.
stepping out of the elevator, you grabbed your keys from your pocket, shoving them into the keyhole and opening the door to your home.
stepping inside, a savoury aroma wafted your way. looking towards the kitchen, your boyfriend vox was making what seemed to be fried rice, wearing a “kiss the demon” apron.
when he heard the door open, vox looked up, grinning.
“welcome home, darling~”
warmly smiling as you settled yourself in, you crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“you must be exhausted. i’m cooking, don’t worry. now, my tired darling, shouldn’t you thank me?” he said smugly, raising a hand from the pan to run a hand over your hair.
you raised yourself up a bit, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“that’s more like it.”
“you’re lucky i love you.” you grumbled.
“i’m beyond lucky.” he said soothingly, squeezing your hand.
mysta rias:
you could hear the sound of something breaking from outside of your apartment, immediately bursting through the door worriedly, to find that mysta had pushed over one of the plates on the counter.
“mysta!”
“welcome home!” he said, displaying his jazz hands, sighing as he stepped away from the shattered porcelain.
you swept up the pieces with the tip of your shoe as mysta cleaned up.
“how did this happen again?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“weeeeell, i was going to make you some food, but i guess that was the lord signalling that that’s a bad idea.” he chuckled, hugging you as he pulled you into the couch with him.
laying against his chest you could feel his erratic heartbeat that mirrored yours as you looked into his eyes. it was the same stupid giddy feeling every time.
“i love you.”
“i love you more.”
luca kaneshiro:
walking into the hallway outside the door of your apartment, you could hear barking from the other side. you grinned to yourself as you pushed the key into the keyhole, turning as you peeked to see what was happening inside the house.
luca’s golden retriever augustus was dressed in a lion costume, wiggling as he tried to walk properly in the tight-fitting attire.
“surprise, honey!” luca shouted, making jazz hands as he popped out from the bathroom.
you laughed. “what is this?”
“thought i’d make augustus look cute, pretty poggers, right?” he grinned from ear to ear, running towards you and scooping you up in a warm embrace.
augustus pawed at your leg, and luca only hugged you tighter.
“do you want to hold y/n too? i’ll let you hug her later, she’s mine first.” luca laughed, ruffling his dog’s head.
blushing at his statement, you buried yourself deeper in his strong arms.
“you dummy.”
“hey, i’m not dumb! but at least i’m your dummy right?”
“forever.”
ike eveland:
working the late shift, you come home in the middle of the night, finding ike still awake, typing furiously on his laptop.
mister virtual novelist was buried in a heap of energy drinks, with a scowl on his face only till he realized you had gotten home.
turning around with a small smile, he mumbled, “welcome home babe~” stretching his arms out, gesturing for you to give him a hug.
you run over to his request, wrapping him up in a hug as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“still not done with this piece?”
“no, i’m getting my ass handed to me by a bunch of words on a screen.” he sighed, leaning into you.
“you got this! i believe in you, ike.” you said, smiling.
he laughs at your comment.
“you sure have an unfazed view when life is full of crap. but i like that.” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap.
looking over your shoulder at his work, he types away.
“i’ll stay here with you until you’re done.” you said, getting comfortable, taking out your phone.
“we might be here all night then.” he said, chugging a bit of his energy drink.
you grinned back at him.
“wouldn’t be the first time.”
he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing into you as he places an open-mouthed kiss on the feverish skin.
“love you.” he mutters, continuing to type away as his cheeks burn up.
“aww, i love you too.”
shu yamino:
you walked into you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment to find him playing video games in the living room.
shu turned his head towards you at the sound of the noise, and smiled gently.
“welcome back—”
“SHUBERT WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU WE’RE GETTING SHOT FROM LITERALLY EVERYWHERE” shoto’s voice rang from the headphones he was wearing, and shu gave you an apologetic look as he refocused on the game and ran to go help his teammates.
you laughed, settling yourself in as he did his best to quickly finish the game.
“alright, gg, i gotta go.” shu hurriedly said.
“wow, thanks for reminding me i don’t have a significant other.” shoto sighed.
“you literally have mysta rias, what are you even talking about, shou?” you said, walking over to shu as he wrapped his firm arms around you.
“oh hell no. not that bitch, me and him would never.” shoto laughed, before his voice suddenly turned nervous, and he immediately hung up the call.
“he’s a funny one, your friend.” you said, nuzzling into your boyfriend’s touch.
“i’d rather be playing games with you though.” he said, causing your heart to flutter in your chest.
“you know i’m really bad at those games though right?”
“we’ll be bad together.” he joked, smiling at you.
“no no, you’ll be carrying.” you laughed, hugging him tighter as he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
x : I KNOW I LOVE YOU ! :*+ﾟ
all or nothing, i want all of you!:
aka moments that the bllk boys knew they loved you !
╰┈➤ with nagi, itoshi rin, and reo mikage !
warnings: gn!reader, no pronouns, mentions of food in all three, swearing in rin's + he's kind of mean but like that's just who he is and i don't want to fix him for it <3, fluff for all 3, sickness in nagi's, i think that's all the warnings, lmk otherwise!
a/n: last fic of 2022, i gasped when i saw that photo of beomgyu BYEEEE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH tumblr deserves to see him!!! reblogs appreciated :( the ratio of reblogs to likes is so sad sometimes so pls, if you enjoyed this fic, pls take the time to reblog - no matter how small or big ur blog is!!! rblgs is the best way to motivate ur favourite writers + help their works circulate around this site so always pls consider reblogging!
NAGI SEISHIRO:
knew he loved you when you took care of him when he was sick.
nagi stirs awake with a groan, immediately engulfed by an insufferable warmth that caused him to kick the covers off his body.
as he shuffles to get comfortable again, he registers sounds coming from his kitchen, something he doesn't bother to investigate because he's hit by the dryness of his throat. glancing to his bedside table, there sat a glass of water that was practically calling his name, an offer he couldn't resist as he downed the drink in four seconds.
he then cringes at the stinging of his head.
so the headache still hasn't passed. what a pain.
he wants to go back to bed, to give in to the comfiness of his pillow and return to dreamland where his head wouldn't kill him. but, with the clanging and sizzling coming from the kitchen, it wouldn't hurt to check out what was happening, right?
dawdling out of bed, he slowly but surely makes his way to his door, opening it quietly before heading out into the kitchen, where you stood by the stove.
you were dancing to your playlist that was faintly playing in the background whilst tending to the pans on the stove top. one had eggs and spam, the other was boiling some instant noodles.
what were you doing here?
he's shortly flooded by recollections of what happened hours prior. nagi had invited you over to spend the day with him at his apartment but minutes before you arrived, he felt light-headed and dizzy. when he opened the door for you, he practically collapsed in your arms, and that was where the memory ended.
the fact that you stayed rather than simply going home to let him take care of himself warmed nagi, filling him with a feeling that he forgot long ago.
something like comfort.
"oh my god!" you exclaim, placing a hand to your chest at the sudden sight of a 6'3 man looming at the entrance of the kitchen. "sei, don't do that!"
turning off the fire, you quickly make your way to him, placing the back of your hand against his forehead.
it's still a little warm. he thought he just had a headache, did he have a fever? is that why he collapsed?
he should be grateful that he's not him taking care of himself.
"how do you feel?" you ask, brushing his hair back from his skin. he pouts slightly, leaning into your touch.
"my head is killing me," he murmurs, about to slouch on to you when you abruptly step away to fish for something in a plastic bag on the counter.
at the lack of your touch, he groans to protest, but you show him a small box you bought. painkillers.
did you go out and buy him stuff whilst he was asleep? just how good are you? what did he do to deserve you?
"take two pills and i'll prepare your food for you," you tell him before grabbing a bowl, a plate and chopsticks. nagi simply watches as you plate the goods, his stomach aching for your food whilst you sprinkle some nori over his ramen. the fried spam and eggs smelled divine.
soon enough, you sit him down at his two-person dining table before ambling away to clean up.
he misses you even more when he takes a bite of his food. nagi hasn’t had anyone take care of him in so long, not in the way that mattered at least. sure, he wouldn’t trade the world for reo and all he gives him, and he's thankful to his parents for the funds they've given him, but you take care of him because you want to. there’s no ‘dream’ you’re gaining using him as an asset, everything you've done, you've done for him to feel better.
and when nagi combines all the ingredients together in one bite, he’s filled with the love that homemade food provides, even if its just instant ramen with a little more nutrients.
it’s more delicious than his ‘win’ yoghurts could ever be and nagi can’t go back now.
when you return, the white-haired beams at you as you take a seat beside him, your chin leaning into your palm as you brush a hand through his tangled locks.
“how are you feeling, sei?” you question softly.
“amazing.” he says before digging back in.
his eagerness causes a small laugh to slip and nagi perks up at the delightful sound, watching the way your nose crinkles and your lips part. then, he grabs some noodles and offers them to you, a gift you gladly take, humming at the taste. he does the same for the egg and spam and as he watches you with adoration in his eyes, he can't help but be overfilled with love.
“thank you,” mutters nagi.
“you’re welcome. now eat up and feel better, genius.”
his words of gratitude have far deeper meaning than you realise, but nagi has a while to show you just how thankful he was for you.
ITOSHI RIN:
knew he loved you when your company was something he didn't get tired of.
at 10 am, there’s a knock on the door to rin’s apartment.
he’s knows who it is before even greeting said person, and when your smiling face appears on the other side of the door, rin can’t help the excitement bubbling in his chest, signified through the small smile he tries to fight down.
“hi rin,” you greet, stepping forward to press a kiss against his cheek. that smile of his widens.
“hello.”
the dark-haired opens his arms expectantly and you drop three hoodies on them, all of them were his and freshly washed. he rolls his eyes.
“i wanted a hug,” scoffed rin.
“oh,” you laughed before throwing your arms around his torso, staying there like that for a few moments before separating. “anyhow, i should probably get going. i’ll see you-”
“why aren’t you staying?” he asks, coming off as more of a demand.
“because we didn’t plan for it?”
“you should stay and watch a movie.”
“aww does rinnie not have anything else to do?” you say with a mocking tone, but it’s all lighthearted and fun, especially when he pulls you in his apartment and locks the door behind you.
“shut up. go pick a movie.”
approximately ten minutes later, you’re curled up on the couch with rin lying over your body, peacefully splayed with his chest resting on your sternum whilst you absentmindedly play with his hair, too engaged in the movie.
rin, on the other hand, didn’t find any enjoyment in your choice at all. “why the fuck are we watching ‘it’?” he asked, shuffling a little, causing you to stifle a giggle due to his movements.
you shrug. “it just popped up. thought you liked horror movies.”
“horror movies that aren’t shit.”
“touché. now shut up, i want to watch.”
he grumbles something before relaxing into you again, more focused on the sound of your heartbeat than the events of the movie. eventually, the even beats lulls him into a light slumber, fast asleep despite the way it sometimes speeds in anticipation.
you, on the other hand, realise that he’s fallen asleep due to the slight wheezes he lets out, not loud enough to border a snore, but not peaceful enough to simply be breathing.
when the movie finishes, you shake him lightly to stir him from his sleep and when you meet his slightly hazy gaze, you feel a little bad for waking him.
“the movie’s done, i should get going now,” you mutter, setting your hands on his shoulders as to push him off, but as soon as you announce your plans of leaving, rin holds on even tighter to your body. “hey! get off!” you try your best to push him away despite your laughter that ripples through the air.
“you should stay for lunch,” suggests your boyfriend, who rests his chin on your sternum. his eyes were practically pleading for you to agree, shining with hope.
he’s lucky you have nothing to do today, and that you were hungry.
when you roll your eyes and put your hands up in mock surrender, rin can’t help but smile a little, giddy at the idea of being able to spend more time with you.
hold on- since when was he happy at the idea of spending more time with anyone?
“shall we eat here or out?” you asked, your hands resuming threading through rin’s hair again. it was so smooth, what did he use in it? smelt nice too.
“here. too lazy.”
after a few minutes of deciding what to eat, the delivery showed up rather quickly at his apartment. when you both settled down to eat, rin couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, unable to help but think about how nice it was to be in your company and simply exist. he wants to do this for the rest of his life.
you seem to have other plans.
“so,” you begin, plate now empty. “i’m probably going to head home now-”
“wait, what? no.”
“no?”
“i paid for lunch, you should repay me by keeping me company.”
with a huff, you cross your arms. “okay mr athlete’s salary, i’ll transfer you-”
“-can’t you just stay a little longer?”
“ask nicely.”
“can’t you please just stay a little longer?”
“if you insist,” you sigh dramatically, batting your eyelashes at him jokingly. rin scoffs. “what do you want to do?”
you actually ended up doing nothing for the next few hours, simply scrolling on your phone whilst laid on rin’s lap. he’s resorted to watching some past recorded matches, sometimes of himself, sometimes of other notable soccer athletes.
the sun was now beginning to set and having been here since 10 am, you were beginning to feel bored out of your mind.
you were also beginning to feel as if you were burdening rin with your company so, with a yawn, you begin to sit up. the athlete pauses his video and looks at you curiously.
“i should get going now,” you say, rubbing your eyes.
“what?”
“i said i should get going now,” you repeat.
“no, no, i heard you the first time,” he mutters, a little bite in his tone. “why?”
“cause we’re not doing anything? plus i’m bored out of my mind and need some fresh air.”
“then we can get fresh air together, you don’t have to leave yet.”
“you’re real insistent on keeping me here, guess you just like me too much, huh?”
rin leans in closer to your shit-eating grin, placing a hand on your cheek to press a fleeting kiss to your lips, one that leaves you wanting more.
then you find yourself on the rooftop of his apartment complex, one that overlooks the beautiful horizon of tokyo and leaves you breathless as you gaze over the beautiful sight of the sunset colours bleeding together. with itoshi rin by your side, it feels even better.
leaning on his shoulder, you were not aware that your boyfriend’s eyes were admiring you instead of the sunset before you. he takes his time breathing the sight of you in, how beautiful you look with the hues of orange painting your skin.
it’s funny. rin feels so purposeful with you, like he was made to be by your side and nowhere else.
maybe he should ask you to move in.
MIKAGE REO:
knew he loved you when you cared about him, not his image.
he's not used to this, the feeling of being adored for who he was rather than what he was. you don't like him because he's rich, that he was a spawn of a billionaire, you don't like him because he's a talented soccer player either. you like him because he's funny, unique, generous, and despite his self-centred upbringing, ironically selfless in his own way.
the trained smile and behaviour that reo plasters on every morning crumbles whenever he's around you.
he greets you at the park you agreed to meet up at and you return his wave with a smile, pulling your scarf down from your mouth where you were attempting to warm yourself from the cold.
"hi," you mumble, dancing a little from side to side to shake the jitters of the cold away.
"hi, i didn't keep you waiting too long, did i?" he asks.
you shake your head. "no, i just forgot some extra layers. i thought my gloves were in this coat too but i must have been mistaken."
reo frowns at your ice-bitten demeanour, feeling a sudden urge to wrap you up, give you all his warmth and shield you from the winter weather.
"anyways," your voice breaks his thoughts. "have you eaten yet?"
he widens his eyes a little in shock, taken aback by your question, one clearly asked out of care and affection. you were the one freezing your ass off due to your own negligence yet you had the nerve to ask if he had taken care of himself.
instead of asking about the latest product mikage corporations released- a news segment that was taking the business world by storm, you ask reo if he had eaten.
strange. he feels strange. it's nice.
"no, not since breakfast," he coughs after his mouth had caught up to his mind.
you tug at his arm gently, "then c'mon, there's a nearby 7/11. i hope they have sweet potato, we can get two for the both of us!"
the purple-haired can't fight the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth, obliging happily with your requests as he allows you to pull him in the direction of the store. before you could leave the park, however, reo skids to a stop, dragging you back to him.
ignoring your curious gaze, he nimbly goes to take the wool gloves off of his hands. when one is off, he swiftly grabs your wrist to thread your fingers through the fabric, all whilst you actively ignore how warm reo's hands are and how soft they are when they encompass your wrist. his fingertips leave trials of fire burning on your skin but you don't jump back from the sensation. instead, you let it happen.
his gloves are a tad bit too big for your hands, but you feel warm immediately. whether that's a direct result of the gloves or not, you don't really want to know.
"this okay?" asks reo, gaze meeting yours. you try to trick yourself into believing that the softness of his expression was because of the wind, and that the snow was playing tricks on your eyes.
swallowing thickly, you nod. "won't you be cold?"
he wriggles his fingers slightly before shrugging.
with a small chuckle, you grab his bare ones and bundle them together with yours, a weak attempt at sharing warmth.
but, reo appreciates it nevertheless, smiling at how focused you seemed to be when caring for him.
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