#fluffvember 2020

[streimiv]

Fluffvember Day 24- Aquarium- Azul Ashengrotto

totally not me crawling towards finishing fluffvember in the middle of december orz

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Summary: Azul is struck with jealousy when you start fawning over the octopi in their tanks more than the one on your arm.

Warnings:

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“What are those?” you asked, face nearly pressed up against the luminous aquarium glass, held back only by the little signs that littered every corner politely asking that you absolutely not do that.

“Moray's,” Azul replied with a tired sigh. “Vicious and cunning things. You know a pair of them well enough yourself.”

“I do,” you cooed trailing your fingers in the air as if to tempt the lithe things into biting you. “They're so pretty like this.”

“Don't say that in front of the twins. They'll tease you relentlessly if you do.”

“Awww,” you cooed, “But I like giving them compliments.”

“I know, but it goes straight to their heads,” your friend sighed as he walked up behind you, peering casually over your shoulder as you mouthed to the fish. A smile touched the corner of his lips as he watched you mime conversation.

“What about those?” you asked, eyes alight with unmasked excitement as you pointed to a vague shape along the back of the tank.

“Pufferfish,” he replied easy, face twisting in distaste. “Dumb things- they never really think through their actions and are prone to overreacting.”

“That's mean,” you chided, nudging him with your shoulder. “I'm sure they're smart enough.”

“They're really not.” With your gaze rapt on the aquarium, you missed the way he patted the spot on his shoulder where you had bumped him as well as the light dusting of pink on his cheeks. It wasn't that Azul was touch starved or anything, he just wasn't used to you and your easy affections. You were always so kind to him, always happy to help and offer your assistance. It was silly, really. If you were smarter you would at least ask for reciprocation. If you were smarter, you'd understand that it wasn't the best idea to stick so closely to his side.

Which confused the life out of him because, by all measures, you were smart.

Maybe you weren't the most academically gifted, being magicless was definitely a detriment to your grades, but you were no bumbling fool. You'd survived at least three near death scenarios involving three separate overblots. Though one could argue it was the height of stupidity to put yourself in such situations in the first place, there was no denying that you were a highly capable individual.

Waving bye bye to the fish, and earning a sardonic half smile from Azul, you traipsed into the next hall. Before he even walked through the entryway, he could hear you cooing and making other sounds of joy.

“Oh my gosh, you're so cute!”

He rounded the entryway, brow already quirked and prepared to answer your next barrage of questions only to find you with your face practically smushed up against the glass. An exasperated scolding was about roll off his tongue when he realized exactly what had enraptured you so.

It was a little pink and orange octopus.

A blush rose throughout his body as he watched you coo at the little things, nearly on the verge of tears with adoration as you tried in vain to draw it closer to the glass with beckoning fingers. He shook his head, trying to calm his frayed nerves.

“That's a-”

“Flapjack octopus!” you said suddenly, whipping around to look at him with wide eyes that bordered on being frenzied as he took a sudden step back in his surprise. “I love them!”

“O-oh,” he stuttered, taken aback by your words. You had said you loved flapjack octopi. He was... kind of like a flapjack octopus. Sort of. Maybe he wasn't exactly, but he was the mermaid equivalent, which was practically the same thing right? At the very least, he had tentacles. Did you think he was cute?

“I just want to eat you up!”

“What?” Azul was startled once again, suddenly reminded of the twins and their blatant desire to eat his tentacles.

“Flapjack octopi are just so cute I want to squish them and smush them and just kinda stuff them in my mouth,” you raved. “You know what I mean?”

“I don't,” he replied starkly, rather frightened of your zeal. Being a chubby little octopus had been a scarring for him. Between the bullies and the many strangers who looked at him like he had been quite literally a ready to go snack, he was pointedly aversive to the idea of you doing any of the above to his sensitive tentacles. “You shouldn't eat the things you like.”

“I wouldn't actually eat them,” you reassured him, “I would just have the urge to because they're too cute.” You blew saccharine kissy faces at the orange blob. “Marry me, little flapjack. I'll treat you so good. You'll never want for anything, my prince.”

Azul found his lips twisting into a little frown as he watched you fawn over that listless lump. It was just sitting there. What was so appealing about it? Was it the tentacles? His tentacles were definitely larger and more impressive. Those little buds sprouting along its tendrils could barely even be considered suckers. Was it the color? If he was being completely honest, which he was, the young man was sure that his naturally deep purple hue was far more impressive than that gaudy shade of clementine.

“It's rather boring though, don't you think?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant and failing to hide the sting of jealousy in his voice.

You grinned.

“Are you jelly?” you asked, a teasing light in your eyes.

“Of course not,” he replied, the vibrant flush of his rosy cheeks giving him away. You adored that about him. It seemed that after he had felt a certain closeness with you, he'd opened up. Had revealed his little ticks and quirks of expression and then used them openly because his mouth didn't mind lying to you but his body certainly seemed to detest it.

“I think you're adorable too,” you said, reaching out to place your hands on his cheeks. “Look, you're a jelly sandwich.”

Azul pursed his lips, looking down at you with shining blue eyes. You pinched his pouty, chubby cheeks. He sighed and resting his head in your hold.

“I want to be your favorite octopus,” he confided with a scalding hot blush running from the tips of his ears and down his neck.

“Oh.” You stroked his warm cheek. “You are.”

“Promise?”

[kuroopaisen]

10:20 pm || akaashi keiji

➵ you just want a cute polaroid of your boyfriend. 

wc: 1211

warnings: gn!reader, time-skip occupation spoilers (?)

a/n: jem, dear, this one’s for you! if i remember correctly, i believe that today is your birthday. if that’s so, i hope you have a wonderful day (although, i hope that for every day, too). you’ve always been so kind to me, and the comments and tags you’ve left on my fics never fail to make me smile and make me feel like i’m actually Doing something here. i appreciate your support more than i can put into words, but i just want to say thank you! i miss seeing you on my dash, but i hope you’re doing well and that this fic brings you some comfort ♡

“Sit still.”

You grouch, the view finder of your polaroid camera held up to your eye.

A tiny image of Akaashi stares back at you, fist covering his mouth as he sat languidly on your bed under a garland of fairy lights. You’d wanted to put them up for the ‘ambiance’ – Akaashi had done most of the work, reaching the ceiling with ease. You’d played the role of ‘artistic director’ more so than handyman, but neither of you minded.

“I am,” Akaashi murmurs, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly.  

You lower the camera, pouting at him. “You keep covering your face.”

“And?” Akaashi raises an eyebrow at you.

“Stop doing that.”

“It’s for the aesthetic.”

You narrow your eyes at him. Sure, a well-placed hand might enhance the look of a staged ‘candid’. But you don’t want that. You want a nice polaroid of your boyfriend, for safe keeping.

“Lies,” you mutter.

Akaashi chuckles, shaking his head. “You’ll be wasting one on me, dear.”

“They’re my polaroids,” you shoot back immediately, “I get to choose what to spend them on.”

His smile softens, gaze lingering on you for a moment. “Touché.”

You grin back, bringing the camera’s viewfinder up to your eye.

Flash.

“Sorry,” you giggle.

Akaashi blinks rapidly at the blinding light, reeling back ever so slightly. “I think I blinked.”

“It’ll be fine,” you hum. You wait expectantly for the camera to spit out the little slip of film, eager to see what subtle expression you’ve captured. You pinch the border of the polaroid between your fingers and place the film face down in your knee, almost unwilling to wait the minute or two it takes for the image to develop.  

Akaashi sighs and adjusts himself to be a little closer to you, letting his head sink down onto your shoulder.

You tilt your head to the side and press a kiss to the soft hair on the top of his head. As always, he smells nice; something like a café, the faintest whiff of coffee and cream.  

“Long week?” You ask.

“Mhm.”

“The shounen arcs all feeling the same again?”

Akaashi chuckles. “I’ll get in trouble if I say that.”

“Nobody’s going to hear you though,” you shrug, his head bobbing along with you.

“You never know.” He reaches for one of your hands and unpicks your fingers from the camera one by one. You concede, letting him draw your hand over to his lap. He fiddles with your fingers gently, and you’re not even sure if he’s aware of what he’s doing.

You smile, plopping the camera into your lap. “How’s your book going?”

“Slowly.”

“But progress is progress, right?” You offer. It seems like the sort of thing he might say to Bokuto, or perhaps to one of the mangakas he edits for.

Akaashi chuckles. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Can I read it yet?” There’s a touch of hope in your voice.

“Oh, no.” Akaashi sounds resolute.  

“Keiji…” You whine, shaking your shoulder in protest.

“I need to make it more presentable first,” he chuckles.

“I’m sure it’s already great,” you mumble. “What’s that saying? ‘You’re your own harshest critic’?”

“Something like that.” You feel him smile, his cheek tensing against your shoulder.

“Do I need to call Bokuto?” You ask. “Get him to give you a pep talk?”

“I’ll be alright,” he says, sitting up straight again.

He stretches his arms over his head for a moment, loosening out the tension in his back. His arms fall back to his side as he sighs, the sound heavy with contentment.

You don’t feel bad about admiring the view.

“Is it done?” Akaashi asks, pointing to the polaroid.

“Ah,” you murmur, flipping it over.

A small pale Akaashi stares up at you from the little rectangle, blue eyes both soft and striking. His expression is so gentle, so fond. His lips curl up slightly at the corners, his freshly washed hair frames his forehead elegantly, his cheekbones softly rounded and his jaw sharp.

Sometimes he’s so beautiful it hurts.

“What do you think?” You ask, tilting it towards him.

He grimaces just a little, cocking his head to the side.

“What’s wrong with it?” You bite your lip.

“I look… weird,” he decides after a moment’s deliberation.

“You really are too hard on yourself,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m so pale,” he frowns, peering closely at the polaroid.

“That’s just the flash,” you scoff, “I think you look cute.”

His face melts into a soft smile at those words. He looks up to you, blue eyes gleaming in the half-light.

He picks up the camera and turns it on you.

You cover your face instinctively, eyes covered with a swath of sweater.

“Ah, I see.” There’s an amused lilt to his voice – he sounds ready to tease.

You shake your head in response. “I look like a mess right now.”

“I think you look cute in my sweater.” He doesn’t hesitate.

You blush, peeking at him from over the top of your sweater paws.

You spy him smiling at you like that. Your blush deepens.

“Love,” he murmurs, reaching out and touching your hand gently.

You blink at him.

“Will you please let me have this?” He asks, voice soft and low. In the gentle half-light of your fairy lights, he looks more beautiful than ever.

“Okay,” you nod slowly, mostly on instinct. “Just… give me a sec.”

He complies, taking the moment to brush some hair out of your face. You swallow awkwardly, surprised at the little gesture. You shouldn’t be – Akaashi’s love has always been folded into the little moments, tucked away in the quiet.

“I love you,” he murmurs, bringing the viewfinder to his eye.

A smile blooms across your face instantaneously.

Click.

You’re not sure what you look like as the flash illuminates the room, but you just hope you don’t look too dopey. You’re looking at Akaashi, after all – and Bokuto had captured many a moment when you were admiring your boyfriend gormlessly.

Akaashi takes the currently blank polaroid and lays it face down on the bed next to him, turning to you with a smile. “Thank you, dear.”

You pout, crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. “What do you need it for, anyway?”

“What do you need a photo of me for, hm?” His voice is like liquid metal, smooth and luminous and beautiful.

“Well, I…” There’s no good reason. None at all. You just think he’s pretty. “I’m making a scrapbook.”

“Is that so?” Akaashi smiles. “First I’m hearing about it.”

“Because I haven’t started it yet,” you huff, picking at the hem of your sweater. “I need to get the materials together first. So, you know… that polaroid is a necessary addition.”

“If that’s the case, then the polaroid I just took is a necessary addition to my wallet,” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your cheeks are hotter than ever, but you have nothing to say in response. You won’t win this argument. Not if you didn’t want your heart to give out.

But you don’t mind losing the battle this time, in this quiet little comfort of fairy lights and warmth. Just this once, you’ll let him get away with it.

[deadontheinsidebut]

⤷ Day 6: Sero Hanta + sick days

Synopsis: in which your boyfriend does everything in his power to make sure you’re smiling when sick... even if that means he’d get sick as well

Word Count: 695

Pairing: Sero Hanta x fem!reader

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a/n: hey everyone!! I was in a bit of a slump while writing this so forgive the subpar writing (especially compared to the other days) !! It’ll get better soon I promise

Sero clicked his tongue at your distraught state. “If you hadn’t overworked yourself during Aizawa’s lesson, you wouldn’t have gotten sick.”

You jut out your bottom lip and grumble incoherent words that Sero made out to be “Halloween” and “no party.”

He chuckled, moving a hand down to smooth out the knot in your hair from rolling around in your bed. He honestly thought you were the cutest when you were sick with your non stop grumbling and pouty face. Sero could never blame you though, knowing the two of you were the kinds of people who preferred being out and about.

The annual Halloween party for UA was starting in a few hours and the two of you had planned to go as Spider-Man and Mary Jane because of Sero’s tape quirk but obviously those plans were now down the drain.

Seeing your unusual frown, Sero concocted a plan to turn it upside down. He left the room only to return 30 minutes later in his full-on Spider-Man costume, a loaf of pumpkin bread from a local bakery, and so many puzzle games they could barely fit in his arms.

When he sees your smile light up the room, he’s ecstatic, pumping his fists into the air at this small victory. He’s creating a whole show with his tape, swinging around the corners of your room in an attempt to mimic Spider-Man and you clap along to your boyfriend’s silly antics.

He seats himself next to you on the bed with the dessert in hand, handing you a pre-cut slice.

“So, how about it my Mary Jane? Wanna eat something as sweet as you are?” He asks, winking at his lame joke.

You crinkle your nose, cringing at your Sero’s humour but you gladly munch on the pumpkin bread despite sugar being absolutely horrible for you when you’re sick. But Sero couldn’t help it; seeing you smile is a sweet addiction.

When you’ve gulfed down the remainder of the pumpkin bread, you see Sero’s earnest face with a bundle of puzzle pieces in his hands. “You’re my missing piece, baby,” he tries again.

You begin to smile when the sounds of UA’s fireworks blasted through the sky, signalling the start of the Halloween dance. Your boyfriend senses your saddened mood and pulls you up by the arms, propping you into a dancing position. Your bewildered face makes him giggle and he presses his nose against yours, whispering that you, too, can enjoy the dance despite being away.

Your steps are clumsy as you and Sero try to maintain a rhythm with no music. You guys were slowly getting the hang of it when Sero let out a huge sneeze. It stopped the two of you in your tracks and you could see Sero panting a bit as the lightheadedness began to get to him.

You’re throwing his arm over your shoulder as you guide him over to your bed. Snuggling up against one another is essential as your bodies were seeking warmth to combat the cold the both of you now have. With one arm draped over his chest and his own under your neck, you feel like a butterfly in a comfy cocoon.

“You’re an idiot, you know,” you murmur, digging your face into your boyfriend’s chest.

You feel his chest rumble from his soft laughs and you already know what he’s going to say.

“It’s worth it if it’s with you,” he responds, but this time, it wasn’t just a joke. His hold on you tightens as you feel his lips on the top of your head, “I would choose to be sick a million times over if it meant I could see you dance and smile again.”

The atmosphere is light and fluffy and you contemplate his words. It was true that you two had missed the infamous UA Halloween bash and it was true that you two had ended the night with the same damn illness, but you would not choose to be anywhere else.

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[sunseteyes]

FLUFFVEMBER DAY 30: KENMA KOZUME

prompt: random questions at 1am (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,414 words | themes: gen!reader. comfort fluff? domestic! pre-established relationship

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa @kawaiinishii @moonlightaangel @mrs-kuroojinguji @meliorist-midoriya @pandabobachan

rv: entirely self-indulgent. this is my routine at nightㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ) plus, i first wrote this at 1am hehehe. also, if you guys want a song inspo listen to dreamy night by lilypichu it fits this fic so well!! also, thank you so much for supporting me all throughout my fluffvember! aaa i’m never doing anything like this again but instead maybe an event that posts every atleast 2 days?? heheh. i may have grew exhausted at least more than once but this was fun! please do look forward to my future events~ i love you all~ although speaking of kenma i’ll have an smau for him comin up!

✒︎ unspoken rule

kenma was sleeping when he heard the muffled noises that eventually became the cause of his consciousness, pulling him into the wake world with his eyes landing on you, your phone held up to your face as the light from the gadget reflected on your irises; eyes wide open, indicating that you have been focusing on whatever you were doing on the screen.

obviously from the sounds though, kenma could rule out that you were playing your favorite game—mobile legends, probably. he wasn't much of a fan of that game since he knows and likes the others more, but since it was the only game you and him mutually could play, he frequently lets you indulge him to play with you. he also knows that the only reason you might be playing as of the moment is because you couldn't sleep, just like usual.

however, his eyes were already giving up and he let the sounds from your game lull him again to sleep, pulling him in the dream world where his unconsciousness settles him in and tucks him in a fantasy that he might not even remember the moment he opens his eyes.

it was 1AM when he was awoken again, which was unlikely of him since he usually wakes up an hour after, and he'll play games from then on. despite that, he forced himself to stay awake when he sees your form, this time in front of your laptop, clearly working on something—probably a schoolwork or a tumblr post you would schedule to be published by tomorrow evening.

he sits up from the bed and he immediately wanted to lay back down again, his body urging him to. still, he raises up a hand to rub on his eyes, hoping to scratch away the sleepiness in his system.

he was half-asleep when he pulls himself to stand and sit on the empty chair next to you—the one he usually occupies whenever he's gaming or doing his livestreams. your chair will only rarely be occupied by you since you do your work outside, where you set-up your laptop and things to do on fresh air, also as a way to not be interrupted by the sounds his switch or keyboard produces whenever he plays.

every night though, is a different story.

kenma knows you are not much of a procastinator and usually does your schoolworks or stuff to do as early as possible—and he actually admires you for that. for him, you were one of the most responsible person he has ever met. however, you have a tendency to pressure yourself to do things as fast as possible, and kenma is here to support you, even if he has to sacrifice one hour of his sleep just to accompany you in your work.

he didn't have to peak on your laptop screen and just pushed his chair next to you, presumably a natural move of his—which it is, anyway. he then raises both of your hand rests so that he can settle himself beside you and lean his head on your shoulder, letting his eyelids close as you merely continued typing away from your laptop.

this is not actually the first time you've attempted to stay up late while doing your schoolworks or other things that could only keep you busy. that's why this is also not the first time he has done this for you and these moments just comes by, as if it was part of your daily routine.

"what are you working on again?" came out kenma's voice, soft and slurred from the drowsiness, but still clear enough for you, who was only inches away from him. he feels you halt your movements, and probably looks at him sideways for a second before continues on with your work.

"i have this event that i'm working on. i was supposed to do this last week but i got piled up by my schoolworks. you should sleep on the bed, ken. aren't you uncomfortable in this position?"

"i'm not," he says almost instantly, situating his head further onto your shoulder. "are you?"

"no, it's fine." there was a pleasantry in your voice that even when his eyes were closed, he knew you were smiling. "this actually feels nice. thanks for accompanying me again."

kenma on the other hand, barely had energy left to form a reaction, but he was still able to speak and mutter out words, nonetheless.

"ask me questions, (y/n). i might fall asleep if you don't."

"hm? isn't it better if you sleep instead? it's alright, y’know. i know you're tired."

"i'm not,” his brows curl and furrow in the slightest, "-just keep me from falling asleep."

"okay, alright, alright." you chuckle lowly, your energy depleted all the same, but seemingly still in a fair mood. he notices you stop your typing and you were humming, as if thinking and pondering deeply.

"what's your moon sign?"

"what's that?" kenma's eyes flufter and he sees you typing away again.

"like-your sun sign in the zodiac is libra right? the moon sign is the sign that you truly are deep inside of you." you say, despite being preoccupied. you're good at multi-tasking like that.

"i don't know what you're talking about." his eyelids closes again as he says the word "next"

"okay, uh-if me and kuroo are drowning, who would you save?"

"you," he says, not even thinking about it. "kuroo knows how to swim and you don't. besides, i'm sure kuroo would be the one saving you before he could even drown."

you let out a chuckle, probably grinning wide despite the straight-up insult he just gave.

"yeah, i think so too. your lazy ass would be ordering kuroo to save me instead, that's what."

he removes himself from your shoulder and opens his eyes to weakly glare at you, a pout on his lips that you had to laugh when you glanced at him sideways.

“what? it’s true.” you giggled and he eventually makes his way back to your shoulder, his silky hair tickling the sides of your face.

"how long are you going to stay up anyway? i'd have to play a game in a few later." he mumbles under his breath, his eyelids probably sliding shut with its desire to sleep.

your typing stops and your head turns his way once again, a hand along its way to reach for his hand, squeezing it ever so gently, "i told you, you could take a nap now. i'd just wake you up later when it's 2 AM."

your reassurance seems to have proven its worth when he lets out a breath that resembles one of a scoff, snuggling a little more on your shoulder, making himself more comfortable.

"head on to the bed, ken. you'll have a stiff neck if you sleep like that."

"i won't."

"hm?" you resumed typing, your focus divided upon kenma and what you were doing previously. you're so used in multitasking, but since you were far more concerned with his well-being, your fingers couldn't even find a way to work out anything with how your mind seemingly can’t form the thoughts you wanted it to do so.

"i won't, i'll stay here. just wake me up on time." he mutters as he drifts off, his breathing stabilizes and his form going slump next to you.

without noticing yourself, a corner of your lip curling up as the words to your work began to come back on your mind, your fingers working its way to type on your computer. you found a little bit of comfort in defiance of the stiffness and exhaustion of your muscles, trying your best not wake the other.

with him there, it was enough. with him beside you, it’s more than just enough.

thus you continued to work, with thoughts of how you’d sleep on kenma’s lap while he’s gaming a little bit later the moment he wakes up. just like usual, even in the difference of your waking states, you two still kept each other company.

despite having no conversation or obligation to do so, it became like an unspoken rule to keep the other from feeling lonely. because even in the darkest of nights and the brightest of days, you're there for him, and he's there for you.

and that alone was enough to go through the day, even at 1AM, where everyone else was sound asleep. at least, you have kenma here, right beside you.

[bunnyywritings]

sugar, spice, and everything nice

streamer!kozume kenma x gn!reader

day 1: baking together

word count: 1k+

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐

[a/n: alright here it is! Fluffvember day 1! I’m sorry this first one is a little short but I hope you all enjoy 💓 taglist is still open ! -yours truly, bunnyy ]

“Are you ready?” Kenma asks as the watcher count goes up.

Both you and Kenma were fairly popular streamers. His streams usually consisted of gaming and an abundance of memes while yours consisted of gaming, baking, and other things. On a joint game of among us with Kuroo, Shoyo, and other streamer friends of yours, it was revealed that you two were dating courtesy of none other than Kuroo Tetsurō. The chat was calling Kenma out for “simping over you” to which Kuroo replied “Yeah Kenma, you can’t just believe everything (y/n) says just cause you guys are dating.”

Even though you and Kenma had been in your own streaming rooms, you could feel the anger radiating from him as the deafening silence became much, much louder. The both of you had tried so hard to keep it a secret. Making sure that the cats were never on stream because having the same breed of cat is a believable coincidence but having a cat of the same breed with the same name is much harder to explain or being quiet while the other is streaming and send them a text to ask what take out they want instead of barging in and asking.

So now that the cat was out of the bag, everyone was basically demanding that you two stream together. Whether you were playing a game or baking, they didn’t care. They just wanted to see the interactions.

Now here you are, getting everything ready to bake an apple pie.

“Yup! I’m ready.” You smiled at Kenma. You knew he was a bit hesitant to be on stream with you what you didn’t know was that it was because he just knew that it would be IMPOSSIBLE to hide the way his eyes soften when he looks at you or the way that he’s just so soft for you in general.

So as Kenma removed the ‘waiting’ screen, you two began to do your usual introductions.

“So we’re just gonna kinda start to do this and we’ll just keep an eye on the uh the chat, so yeah.” It was a little awkward as you instructed Kenma to peel and slice the apples.

“We decided to make apple pie because Kozu loves apple pie, it’s his favorite thing that I make. Especially in the fall when we go pick fresh apples.”

The chat exploded with fans cooing over the fierce blush that made Kenma’s cheeks glow. Some donations had come in, the text to speech relaying the messages along with them.

So far, things had been going smoothly. Kenma cut the apples and you showed everyone how to make the cinnamon filling. You grabbed your spoon and dipped it into the filling and brought it up to your lips, a satisfied hum leaving you as the sticky sweet concoction coated your tongue.

“Is it good?” Kenma inquired as he tilted his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes as you enthusiastically nodded. “Can I taste?” You nodded but before you could move to dip the spoon back into the bowl, he gently took your chin in between his fingers and brought your lips to his, tongue cheekily licking at your lips before pulling away. You can tell that he had forgotten what you two were currently doing since he hadn’t cringed back or started to blush.

“Mmm it is sweet, almost as sweet at you.” There was a beat of silence before the donation notification rang throughout the kitchen and the robotic reading of ‘wow what a simp’ followed not long after.

You watched as his eyes widened and he flushed red, hands coming up to cover his face. You snickered teasingly, a blush matching his own was coming up your neck. Another donation with the note ‘didn’t know that kodzuken could be so cheesy’ and made Kenma shrink down to the floor and hide from the camera.

After that, you continued to show how to make the pie. Flattening out the crust that you had made prior to the stream and laying it into the pie tin, mixing the filling with the cut up apples and pouring the mixture into the bottom crust before showing how to lay a lattice crust on top, coating the edges with an egg wash and using leftover dough to make decorative cat ears and whiskers on it before finally slipping it into the oven.

“So uh why don’t we answer questions while we wait.” You suggested, glancing at Kenma who was currently eating the leftover filling coated apples. He agreed, moving further into frame.

Questions ranged from what your favorite tiktoks were to how long the two of you were dating. At one point, Kenma had started to introduce your two cats to avoid answering a question.

It was adorable.

Apparently, Shoyo had been watching the stream and decided to video call the both of you. Kenma was visibly relieved once all the questions shifted to how you two had become friends with one of Japan’s top volleyball players.

The steam had ended with you announcing that another joint stream was coming soon, one that would involve Kenma teaching you how to play Valorant.

“That wasn’t too bad was it.” You asked as you hugged Kenma from behind, resting your forehead on his shoulder, pressing a few kisses against his neck.

“Yeah, it was okay.” His voice was a little muffled since he was munching on some of the fresh pie. A small moan left his throat. “God this pie is delicious.” He shoveled another fork full into his mouth. “I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me like this.” He joked.

You rubbed your hands over his tummy, “I wouldn’t mind that one bit, you’ll still be my pretty boy Kozu.” You didn’t have to look at his face to see the bashful expression on it.

“You know that I’ll love you no matter what Kenma.”

He turned in your arms and cupped your face in his hands. “I know, I’ll love you no matter what...well maybe not if you cheat on me.” He squished your cheeks so your lips puckered up like a fish. “You haven’t cheated on me, right?” The tone in his voice was purely playful.

“Well about that…” your words were garbled but still understandable since he rolled his eyes.

“I swear to god, if it was with Shoyo I will murder you. We agreed he was mine.”

“I mean I was gonna say Ku-” his little glare cut you off. “I mean what, who’s that?”

The both of you fell into a fit of giggles before he leaned in to give you a proper kiss.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 (open): @soul-of-rwby

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 876 Synopsis: You love lazy mornings with your boyfriend, but what’s even better is nice relaxing bubble baths with just the two of you.

He always loved mornings like this with a stream of light flooding through the windows, your bodies pressed against one another perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. You were fast asleep and for the first time, Aizawa had woken up before you.

His rough, calloused fingers delicately brushed a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He couldn’t help but admire how serine you looked deep in your slumber. He would give anything to stay in that moment and to just watch you as your chest heaved up and down with each breath you took.

But the both of you had to be at work and the moment would eventually have to end. Still, Aizawa was allowed to take the next few minutes and admire your beauty. He leaned back down against the bed and nuzzled his cheek against your bare shoulder blade.

His stubble tickled you awake and your eyes fluttered open. “Good morning, Shouta,” you said with a lazy and groggy tone of voice, but at the same time there was a tint of happiness in their, happy to see him.

“I’m sorry for waking you.” He began to trail kisses from your shoulder all the way down your arm.

“It’s okay.” You turned around to face him and nuzzle your head in his chest. “What time is it?”

He placed a firm hand on the back of your head and tangled it in your hair. “About six o’clock. We have a bit of time before work starts.”

You lifted your head up to look at him. “Do you know what I want?”

Aizawa leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “I do, and I think it will take a long time to get ready.”

Your eyes sparkled up at him. “Does that mean no?”

He brought his fingers up to your chin and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. “Only if you don’t hurry up and prepare it.”

You smiled and got up, rolling over his body with a heave in order to get to the bathroom.

“You know you could have just gone around the bed.”

“Well what’s the fun in that?” You slipped on your robe and went to run the water. Your fingers tugged on the faucet of the tub and wiggled under the stream of water pouring out. You waited until it was the perfect temperature to plug the drain and let it fill up. If there was one thing you loved doing with your partner of five years it was taking nice, long baths together.

While the clawfoot tub was filling up, you grabbed the bottle of your favorite lavender scented bubbles. Sitting on the edge, you poured the bubbles into the water in a nice long stream and watched as they puffed up.

“Shouta,” you called, peaking your head out the door. “It’s almost ready.” You walked back over to the tub and turned off the faucet. When the water stopped running, you could hear the foaming of the bubbles settling in and moving against one another.

Aizawa stood up from the bed and walked over to you, taking your hand and squeezing it in his own. Before getting into the tub, he grabbed a hair tie from the bathroom counter and pulled some of his hair back, keeping it out of his face and out of the water.

He walked over to the tub and sat down within the porcelain walls. He let out a sigh as the warm water relaxed his muscles. He opened his eyes and narrowed them at you. “Well kitten, are you coming in?”

Even though the lower half of his body was covered by the bubbles, you could tell that he was patting a spot on his thigh just for you. You slid your robe off and let it fall on the floor. Stepping in, you reveled in the warmth of the water and allowed your clammy feet to wiggle around in it.

When you had sat down in Aizawa’s lap, he smoothed his hands over your shoulder blades and rubbed them down your arms. The heat radiating off his chest and the warmth of the bath made you stick to him easily, almost like magnets.

“This is nice,” you moaned, sinking your head into the crook of his neck.

He leaned over to kiss your neck. “Is the water warm enough, kitten?”

“It’s perfect.” You tangled your fingers in with his and let the warmth overcome you.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” Aizawa chuckled. “We have an army of teenagers to teach in an hour. ”

You let out a deep sigh. “Can’t we let Mic take them for the day?”

“We could.” He let go of your fingers to trail his thumbs along your back, massaging out a few knots. “But I don’t really feel like owing him a favor in the future.”

“That’s a fair point,” you said, adjusting so he could have easier access to your back. “But don’t you never want this to end?”

“No.” He dragged you so your back was flush against his chest once again. Scooping up a handful of bubbles, he plopped them on your head. “I never want these moments to end.”

[applepiry]

Fluffvember Day 21

Prompt: Making up after a fight

BakugouxGN!Reader (Third year)

Contains: Fluff, Soft Bakugou, Swearing

Y/L/N= your last name

F/N= first name

Word Count: 900+

Ry: Ah, yaes, more soft Bakugou content. Here we go with Day 21!

Bakugou stomped into class wearing a pad stuck to his cheek and scowl on his face, stomping his feet heavily with each step to his desk without a word. 

“Dude, was it an accident?” Kirishima asked.

“A man-made accident,” he growls out.

Kirishima and Kaminari look at each other, ‘Ah, Y/L/N...’ they both think together.

“What did you do?” Kirishima asks.

“Tch,” the blond responds with only a grumble and a kick to the chair in front of him as others begin to come in.

“Woah, what's with Bakugou?” Ochako asks, standing next to you as the both of you come in together. 

“Who cares?” you reply coldly, going to your desk and getting ready for the day. Ochako sits beside you with a confused and concerned look on her face.

Truth was, you had slapped the shit out of him and scratched his face after he had said some stupid shit. 

The rest of the day goes similarly, you avoid him at every single turn, and even going so far as to force poor Kaminari to be your partner in PE. After classes, you leave immediately and make a detour so he can’t follow you. You then hole yourself up in your room, and invite Ochako to come study so you have an excuse to ignore his texts.

“What is going on?” Ochako asks you.

“What do you mean?” you reply, scribbling in your notebook as you pretend you have no idea what the brown haired girl was talking about.

“Between you and Bakugou!” she insisted, frowning. “Normally you’re attached at the hip but you have been avoiding him since this morning!” she said, leaning back against your bed and sighing.

You close your notebook and sigh as well. “He’s so possessive. And angry. He saw me texting Midoriya and totally lost his mind! I can have friends, and when I told him he can’t control me or what I do, he snapped back saying he felt the same way, that I was getting in the way of his training and here we are,” you tell your friend, frowning at the memory. 

You could understand some jealousy, but Bakugou took it to a different level when it came to you. If guys so much as looked at you for too long, more than a second, he would yell at them or try to fight them. It was honestly becoming exhausting at this point.

“Wow, that’s rough. I’m sorry he feels the need to do that… I wonder if he got cheated on before…?” she says, then shrugs. “Probably not though, anyone would be too terrified to cheat on him,” she added with a laugh. 

You feel an odd pang in your chest, sighing again. “Who knows? Maybe I should apologize…” you mumble.

“Nah, Bakugou definitely needs to apologize!” Ochako says with a laugh before you two go back to studying when you notice the time.

Once Ochako had left around 9pm, you had opened your phone and clicked on the messages, going through them. You hadn’t checked your phone all day besides to ask Ochako to come over. So, you went through all the other ones first before clicking on Bakugou’s name. Slowly, you scrolled and read his texts to you. One for nearly every hour he had been able to text you.

‘Are you just going to ignore me all day?’ 10am

‘Come on. I hate this.’ 11am

‘Seriously? Kaminari?!’ 11:30am

‘I FUCKING HATE THIS. STOP IGNORING ME!’ 1:20pm

‘Fine then, be mad you brat!’ 2:15pm

‘ANSWER ME DAMMIT.’ 3:00pm

‘Why are you still ignoring me?’ 4:10pm

‘Come on!’ 6:30pm

‘Teddy bear, please…’  8pm

Fidgeting with your phone for a moment, you decide to text him back, even if he isn’t likely awake right now. 

‘I’m sorry for hitting you...’ you type out, chewing on your lip before hitting send. 

Your phone lights up nearly right away with an incoming message.

‘Can I please see you?’

‘Yes,’ is your simple reply.

Not even a minute later, there's a soft knock at your door. You quickly open it, feeling arms wrapped carefully around you, holding you close. Bakugou gently pushes you out of the doorway and closes the door behind you. He says nothing as he leads you to your bed. Sitting down with, he pulls you into his lap, facing him, he proceeds to bury his face into the crook of your neck. 

You feel his breath against your neck, his lips moving but no sound reaching your ears.

“Hm…?” you hum, making it clear you didn’t hear him. He would have to say his apologizes out loud this time.

Pulling his head back and looking into your eyes, he looks as if he’s been crying. 

“I’m sorry for losing my temper… again… with you…” he started, letting out a deep shaky sigh. “I know you’re not cheating on me.. But… I can’t stand when you get so close to that damn Deku.. He’s the one person I’m… worried about losing to… I always say stupid shit I don’t mean when I’m angry... Forgive me, firecracker?” mumbling so you could barely hear him, but loud enough to satisfy you. He was so bad at expressing his feelings, but he was doing his very best. For you.

Gently, you placed a hand on his head, playing with his hair sweetly for a few moments. You wanted him to let his apology sink in, and remember this feeling. It was nice to watch the powerful Katsuki Bakugou squirm under you.

“Hmmm, I’ll forgive you… but let’s try not to do this again, okay? You’re not going to lose me. To Midoriya or anybody...” you tell him, looking back into his crimson eyes. “I love you, Katsuki Bakugou,” you murmur. 

He looks a bit startled, looking at you with serious, but soft eyes. 

“I love you too, F/N,” he says, holding you closer to him. “So much.” he whispered into your ear.

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   f l u f f v e m b e r   2 0 2 0   ♡ 

♡  week one  —  kageyama tobio   |   long-distance relationship

♡  summary  —   getting into a relationship with kageyama was close to impossible, that you knew. nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from developing feelings for him and eventually becoming more than friends. he was constantly training and didn’t have a lot of time to spend by your side, but once kageyama found himself remembering your laugh on his way home, he decided to do whatever it took to make the relationship work.

♡  playlist

the moon song   -   beabadoobee & oscar lang home   -   bruno major blueberry eyes   -   max & suga

♡  masterlist  ♡

Every morning, Kageyama wakes up at the same hour. He puts on his running shoes, grabs his phone, keys and earphones and hits the streets. It’s been his routine since he started playing volleyball. While he ran, Kageyama preferred to keep his mind focused in his steps, the weight he was putting on his heels and toes, his heart rhythm and his mind replaying the sets he had done the day before. He didn’t see running as something he did before he trained, but as part of the training itself. Kageyama was very adamant against listening to music or a podcast during his morning runs. 

Everything changed after he met you.

Kageyama puts on his earphones and goes through his mail inbox. Like most days, he sees your name on his most recent unopened email. He downloads the audio attachment and presses play before shoving his phone back to his pocket.

“Good morning Tobio!”

His lip twitches upward.

“So, you must be sleeping right now. Which sucks! Because I just got home from work. Yes, I got safe, don’t worry. Mika and her boyfriend dropped me at my place right now. Remember Mika, my coworker? Yeah. Hey boyfriend always picks her up when we have shifts until one in the morning and they drive me home. I’m kind of tired right now.”

Kageyama hears a long yawn on your side, followed by a thud that he imagines it’s you laying on your bed.

“Let me put on some music,” you say, and a few seconds later he listens to a tune he thinks he’s heard before. “Today’s classes were just okay. I got a grade back but it wasn’t what I expected.”

“But, what can you do?” Kageyama mouths along with your voice.

“Work was also okay. Mika and I spent most of the night talking, she had had a small fight with her boyfriend and asked me for advice. It wasn’t really a big thing, you see…”

The next few minutes, Kageyama listens to you ramble about your friend and her boyfriend, but he has to admit he is paying more attention to your voice than what you were saying. He imagines himself watching you talk and the expressions he had seen you make the first time he had seen you. The tip of your tongue sticking out between your teeth after you laughed at something you shouldn’t have laughed about, the slight pout on your lips as you talked about something you didn’t like or the attentive way your eyes fixated on him while he talked about volleyball.

“Anyway, I know you don’t really care about this,” you say. “But it’s really nice to imagine you listening to me talk during your morning runs. Is it already cold there? I hope you put something on if it is. Not trying to tell you what to do. I know you, more than anyone, take your health very seriously, but I guess I can’t help but worry,” you chuckle. You stay quiet for a moment, and Kageyama basks in the comfort your silence provides.

His mind goes back to those Sunday nights when he’s watching past games on his laptop while he’s face timing with you. You are usually taking a cup of coffee, trying to forget you’ve only slept five hours after getting home from your shift at the bar. You know he has to get to bed in a couple of hours so he can get enough rest for this Monday practice, so you treasure those small moments when the time difference and both your busy schedules let you share a moment. Kageyama’s eyes are fixated on his laptop and you take the opportunity to revise some of your lessons, most of the time finding out there was a paper due next week you had forgotten about.

Every once in a while you take a look at your phone and see Kageyama’s dark eyes glued to his laptop. You bury your nose on the Schweiden Adlers hoodie he sent you last month and even if your boyfriend’s smell has almost completely worn off, you still find comfort in wearing his clothes.

When Kageyama comes back to his house to get ready for training, your voice is no longer in his ears. You always made sure not to surpass the usual time he spends running. He takes a look at the dual clock on his phone and realizes you must be still in class, so he refrains from sending a text and hops on the shower.

The fourteen hour difference between the both of you had seemed like a wall impossible to climb. Not only that but his intense training schedule plus your uni classes and your part time job also took most of your energy and it was a rare occurrence that you could sit in front of a computer at the same time.

But the connection was something he had never experienced before. He had been invited to a foreign university overseas for a tournament. The day before it started, the team had gone to the campus to get to know the facilities, and after they were done, Kageyama had left them to buy something to drink from a vending machine. Not being able to find any, he asked for directions and took the elevator to the cafeteria, not noticing someone carrying a couple of books under their arms standing next to him.

Now it seemed almost fate to remember how the elevator malfunctioned and he had to spend the next two hours with you. After pressing the Emergency button and being told it would be a while, you introduced yourself with a smile. He wasn’t really enthusiastic about getting to know each other but it all changed after he mentioned he was there because of a volleyball tournament. Kageyama can still remember your eyes widening and the questions that followed, all centered about his true passion. A few minutes later, you were sitting on the floor of the elevator, while he explained in broken English every position in volleyball and what they were supposed to do. Even though you hadn’t played any sports seriously outside of school, the fact this guy was talented enough to get invited overseas to play had spiked your attention, and you asked question after question so you could understand more about volleyball.

“So the setter is basically the key player, right?” you had asked, while he scribbled on the notebook you had lent him so he could explain.

Kageyama tried not to smile. He really did.

After you asked him about the tournament schedule and wrote down the name of his team, you promised you would do your best to make it to the game. Kageyama had never really cared about people coming to his games to watch but, once he had won the first game as was leaving the court, his eyes unexpectedly met yours and he saw you waving at him for the bleachers with a smile. He nodded at you and as he disappeared through the gym door he thought maybe someone going to see his games wasn’t so bad.

One week later, Kageyama’s team had won the tournament, and since you had asked for his number while waiting inside the elevator, you offered to buy him something from the cafeteria after the final match. This time, he took the time to listen to you ramble about your career, and how enthusiastic you were about it. He didn’t understand most of the things you talked about, most of your words sounding foreign and new to him. But the one detail he did recognize at first glance was the way your pupils dilated while you spoke. Your hands moved faster than usual as you tried to explain, and you even used the salt shaker on the table as a prop to help you out. The glimmer in your eyes was the same nature as the burn he used to feel in his chest whenever he talked about volleyball. You promised to stay in contact and gave him a small but tight hug when it was his time to leave. He hoped you didn’t notice the pink tint on his cheeks before you went away.

Your love confession came two months after he was back in Japan, followed by the longest and hardest conversation the two of you had ever had. He explained his strict training schedule and you talked about your university increasing the hardness of the classes you took and how little time you had left. A long silence filled the room, and you realized maybe you should have kept the confession to yourself. It was never going to work. There were too many impediments so maybe it would have been better to push down whatever you felt. In the end, you two weren’t supposed to meet and--

“I’d like to try it.”

You can still remember the blush on his cheeks and furrowed eyebrows after blurting out those words. You smiled brightly at him and nodded, enthusiastically.

“I’d like to try too.”

It had been one year and six months since then. To find someone who not only understood his crazy schedule but was passionate about their own work felt surreal to Kageyama. Your plan was to finish your career in your home country and then move to Japan. You had been auditing the Japanese classes at your uni and taking a part time job to be able to support yourself as you settled in a new country. All of those changes meant less time to be able to talk with Kageyama as much as you did before. He assured you he understood, even if he would never admit out loud he missed you as well.

The situation prompted you to find other ways to feel close to him, hence why Kageyama woke up almost every day with a new audio file from you. You went from talking about your day to making him listen to music and even took the chance to practice your japanese. His English listening skills had also gotten better in the past year, all thanks to talking with you and how you would slow down your pace and repeat yourself if he ever needed to. While you recorded your audios after work, he usually recorded his after practice while he walked home from practice. Even if he was always a little worried about the length, you always made sure to send him messages about how happy you were to hear his voice while you ate your lunch or walked to your job after your classes.

Kageyama finishes his shower and comes back to his room. He gets ready in less than ten minutes in silence, knowing he doesn’t have any time to spare if he wants to get to the practice in time. Winter break is a month away, and he wants to give his best before he’s forced to step away for a couple of weeks. He has never liked holidays stepping in his routine, but he knows there was nothing he could do but endure and wait for his training to resume.

Before he leaves, Kageyama checks his phone again and opens the newest email.

Congratulations! Your flight booking is confirmed.

Okay, maybe he is looking forward to winter break after all.