#g. fluff

[anthoosies]

Choso doesn't really get the concept of formal wear, so every time you have somewhere that requires that dress code, he just allows you to play dress up on him.

He doesn't get it anyway, might at well let you have your fun.

He's also a fan of how intimate the whole deal is. The way your fingers button up the blouse you've draped on him, your soft voice commenting on how his shoulders are getting too broad for this one now.

"We gotta tailor some more shirts for you, Cho~"

He enjoys the way your fingers trace along his back as you tighten the vest around his waist, the grace at which you tie and tuck the silk tie you've bought him.

He's just smiling to himself the whole time. "Is that so?"

You finish dressing him up, smoothing the lapels of the burgundy satin suit you've dressed him in, showing him how to fold the pocket square that came with it.

You hold out the pair of shoes you expect him to wear but he'll always sit you on his lap instead of putting them on, nose nudging behind your ears and broad arms holding you tight to him. "This is a new perfume right? It's nice.." His eyes flutter shut as he just holds you there, your chuckles floating delicately through the air as you coax him into putting the shoes on so you can leave--- but being fashionably late won't hurt anyone.

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[anthoosies]

Untitled.3 (OPM)

garou's stubborn.

Pairing: garou x gn! reader

Prompt: [loving text] "Let me help, please?"

Requested by anon

wc: 327

a/n: this one feels a little short, apologies if this isn't up to par for you guys. I'm really just trying to get my groove back, I missed writing. I'll do better next time though, promise ^^

thank you for the patience while i was gone. It's getting hard to balance writing with all my real life stuff. but the fact you're all still here, waiting for me is reassuring. I'll try to post fics more regularly going onward. i love you all

warnings: none

"Quit yer starin'. I can feel it ya know."

You sighed. You weren't trying to bother him, but his brows have been furrowed all day, and you cant figure out why that is.

And his brat ass isn't exactly helping either, with the way he's been avoiding all of your questions.

You know he's always been the lone wolf in life, but you thought he understood you two were kind of a team now.

Damn it.

"Garou." You weren't 100% sure on how exactly to attack this problem, but you had to do something. "Why is your head so far up your own ass right now?"

Okay, maybe that wasn't the best way to start, but oh well.

"Huh?" His upper lip caught a nasty snarl as his eye narrowed into daggers he shot directly at you. "Wanna ty that again?"

"You've been slumping around all day. I get you're used to solving shit on your own but come on now." You eased closer to his hunched over form, despite how hostile he looks right now, you know he's not about to hurt you.

"You won't even tell me what's going on. For fucks sake--" You finally sit down next to him. "You're not alone anymore you know."

You saw how he averted his eyes from you, and you reached out to his face, trying to get his attention back. "You don't even have to tell me directly right now, just...let me help? Please?"

His eyes were still fixed away from yours, but you felt the way the tension in the air faded. Was it from your touch? You don't know, but either way you were glad.

"Whatever." he huffed out finally looking back at you.

Not that you expected any less from him, but he didn't recoil when you pulled him into a hug, his warmth surrounding you in a way you'd never forget.

And who knows, he might've even smiled when you whispered a thank you into his neck.

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[anthoosies]

Your Boomerang (OPM)

He always returns.

Prompt: Fluff #20 "Don't tell me not to worry, because I'm going to do that anyway."

Requested by anon

Pairing Mumen Rider/Satoru x gn!reader

wc: 311

a/n: au where everything's the same except all heroes get pagers instead of just S-classes

warnings: none

You can't help but frown. The loud beeping of the pager signaling a surprise departure.

In the middle of your lunch date too. How great.

Satoru feels bad about it too, reaching across the table to hold your hand in a silent apology when he hears your sigh. "Leaving again? Meeting?

"It looks that way, sorry love. But it's not a meeting, at least it looks like its not-" He paused, seeing the worry worm its way into your features.

"Hey, I'll come back. I always do don't I?" Flashing you the smile that you love so much, you couldn't keep pouting at him forever.

"Yes," You start, running your thumb over his knuckles. "but you know how I get Satoru."

He opens his mouth but you stop him.

"And don't tell me not to worry, because I'm going to do that anyway. I always will."

He sighs. He knows you will. He loves that you care for him so much, but it's times like these he wishes he were a bit stronger, so you wouldn't have to worry all the time.

"The world's so unpredictable, I can't help but worry if this is the day it'll take you from me.."

He could see the hurt in your eyes, eyes glossy with the beginnings of tears, and it was in that moment he wished he didn't have that stupid pager.

He wants he could stay to comfort you longer, but he really should be going. The association would have his head if he blatantly ignored them.

With a smile and a nod, you wiped away your tears, cleaning the plates up so he could leave.

With your head buried in his chest, arms wrapped tightly around him he told you one last thing.

"I'll come back to you y/n, I promise you that."

And Satoru's never broken a promise to you.

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[anthoosies]

indulging (one punch man)

anything for you.

Pairing: Garou x gn!reader

wc: 864

for @unclegarou's birthday

a/n: in which Garou tries really hard to be a good boyf for your special day. happy womb eviction anniversary bestie, i may be a bit late buuut i hope you enjoy your present nonetheless ^^

warnings: none

~~

He was dazed. Utterly confused.

Luckily, you were leading him around like the lost puppy he was. Because had that not be the case, he genuinely didn't think he'd be able to get back to your apartment without help.

That's how far your dragged him out for your birthday festivities.

And when he gently woke you up with a small bouquet of flowers that morning, telling you with a smile that you could do anything you wanted for your birthday--being dragged around town for several hours was not what he had in mind.

At all.

It started with the breakfast date you dragged him on.

Simple enough right? He had a job, he had money. He could pay for some food.

Easiest thing ever, or so he thought.

The rose tint he was viewing this day in, in how easy he thought it'd be, faded.

It faded very quickly.

"Why're you going that way?" you had asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

Garou was completely befuddled. What do you mean? You wanted a breakfast date right? Why are you making that face?

"We're going home now, right?"

Taking his hand in yours, you start dragging him in the opposite direction of your cozy, air conditioned home.

"The day's just starting! We have more to do Garou~!"

Each store you dragged him into, every food stall you stopped at because "You have to try these babe! They're good I promise~", had Garou's head spinning. He can't recall seeing you run around so excitedly.

But you two don't really go out like this often, so who's he to ruin this for you?

It is your birthday after all--and he did say anything.

And so he tried. He tried his very best. It's for you after all. Anything to keep the joy you felt from fading on your day.

But that was 6 hours ago.

And while you've graduated from the birthday shopping expedition--which ended in you and Garou dropping your things off at home and a very pale Garou when you started walking towards the door again-you still had a few more things you wanted to do.

Garou wanted nothing more to just lay at home with you, but you looked so happy dragging him around. Even if he was now completely unsure of where he was.

He had no clue. Has he ever been in this part of the town before?

And the befuddlement only grew when you took him to ones of those wax hand places. The look of pure horror and confusion on Garou's face was priceless.

(You even snapped a picture, but he had you delete it.)

He did get over it though. He thought the wax felt nice, and now there's a constant reminder of how beautifully your hand fit in his. And he appreciated that.

Even while walking the unfamiliar streets, he couldn't help but keep looking at the wax statue he was carrying for you.

When you said you had one last thing in mind for today's outing, he didn't let the immense relief show, letting you drag him around again, wondering what your mind conjured up this time.

When you two arrived at a quaint little park, he looked at you, waiting for your final birthday request.

"Let's just watch the sunset, yeah?"

That's it? Garou thought it was simple enough, but last time he thought that he was swimming in various shopping bags for 4 hours.

But you did only want to watch the sunset, a little quiet time out here sounded like a nice way to end the day.

So you pulled a quilt out of your backpack, laid it on the grass and sat down.

Garou hadn't realized how long he stayed standing until you tugged at his pants until he plopped down next you haphazardly, pulling you into his side out of habit.

"Happy birthday, ya brat.."

Your laugh filled the air as you playfully jabbed him. "No nicknames! It's still my birthday so you still gotta be nice."

He rolled his eyes. But there was a clear happiness that filled him at the quiet thanks you gave him for the great day.

You two stayed on the grass for a while. The sun had almost set completely, the pinks and oranges fading against the horizon, giving to a deep indigo, stars beginning to scatter themselves amongst the clouds. Garou sighed at it.

We should get going he thought. Looking over to you, he had noticed you were asleep against his shoulder for god knows how long, you soft snores finally reaching his ears.

As he lifted your sleeping form, your eyes opened a bit, lazy smile on you lips as you looked at him.

After convincing you he'd be fine, and that he'd carry you home with no issue, you climbed on his back to be carried home.

Smiling at your quite snores again, he started to make the journey back, even if he was not 100% on where you here currently , or how to get you back to your apartment now that you were out cold against his back.

But he'd find a way. He always did for you.

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[anthoosies]

Let Them Eat Cake (Demon Slayer)

it's the thought that counts anyway.

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x gn!reader

wc: 606

a/n: In which reader (with their bad luck) attempts to make kyo an ube cake for his birthday.

warnings: reader somehow manages to obtain fresh ube for this and I'm sorry for what you'll read happen to it, modern!au, y'all are engaged

"Fuck-" You squeeze the bloody cut on your finger as you frantically begin to search for a bandage to stop the bleeding.

You're in the kitchen though, so that doesn't exactly go the way you want it to. Maybe you should've just ordered him a cake after all.

Huffing to yourself, you snatch a paper towel from the roll on the counter, knocking over a bowl when the whole roll is pulled to you.

Your eyes widen in panic, hoping that your fiancé would ignore your racket, clambering to try and catch the falling bowls

Kyojuro, confused from all the clattering, peeks his head into the kitchen. "Y/n? You okay?"

You should've known, you were cussing pretty loudly.

And hardwood isn't exactly a noise proof flooring.

Darting up, in a final attempt to keep your surprise a surprise, you try to get him back into your room.

You were moving so fast, you didn't notice the paper towels that were still on the floor.

And your socks did not agree with you stepping on them with such force.

Trying to catch yourself, you instinctively reached for the counter which happened to have a bowl of ube puree on it.

Not only did you not catch yourself, you spilled vibrant purple puree all over your fiancé as he catches you. And you don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Through his chuckles, Kyojuro carries you out of the kitchen, sitting you on the dining room table. "You okay y/n? That was quite the spectacle."

"...happy birthday? " you answer dryly as he wipes your tears from your cheeks.

"That didn't answer my question."

"Sorry." You pouted. The whole thing was ruined because you're so damn clumsy.

Kyojuro didn't seem to see it that way, he's full on laughing now.

"Quit laughing! It's not funny Kyo-"

"Wanna explain yourself then?"

You shake your head. "Nope. I might cry for real if I do."

"And I'll wipe your tears. So," he leans forward.

"What happened love?"

Sighing, you tell him everything. How you were planning to make him a cake with his favorite food, how it was going to be a surprise, how hard you looked for the ube you needed.

"-I know that's the kind of sweet potato better suited for desserts but it didn't go the way I had hoped...Everything's fucked now, sorry Kyo."

"Don't be so down, my love. I'm smiling aren't I?" he tastes a bit of the still warm puree. "This is it? The ube? It's wonderful! Is there vanilla in it?"

You shake your head. "That's just how it is. It has a natural vanilla like flavor among other things. At least that's what the website said."

He pulls you into a hug, completely ignoring the mess he's smearing all over you, before pulling away and kissing your forehead, nose, and finally your lips. "Thank you, truly. This is one of the best gifts I've ever gotten."

And he meant it. He never expected you to go so far to make him a birthday cake, especially since you never baked for him before.

Or baked ever, really.

You went through so much trouble and effort for him, of course it meant the world to him!

So even if it ended in your kitchen being a wreck with no cake in sight, he loved your gift.

"Come now." He started, pulling away and walking back into the kitchen.

You follow, albeit confusingly. "Huh? What is it?"

"You my dear," he pauses, turning to you. "-have a kitchen to clean."

"By myself?"

"You made the mess love." He beamed at you. "And it's my birthday."

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[anthoosies]

Saitama appreciates when you offer to help him with the grocery shopping. With two of you, you can cover more ground. Sales are no mans land. He knows how crazy it gets. So he proudly smiles to himself when he sees you defensively shove the older woman trying to pry the package of beef from your hands as he waves you over.

[anthoosies]

OKAY I HAD THIS IDEA! So, Amai Mask sees that you're sad, so he offers to take you on a shopping trip, where you both get into comfy clothes while Amai projects the online stores onto his big flatscreen TV. You can fill up the cart with whatever you want while not leaving your bed, and getting lots of cuddles and smooches!

omg wait 🥺 doting boyfriend amai is a concept i can get behind okay okay--

~~

When you open the door for him, his smile immediately drops upon seeing how down you are. Making his way in he pulls you in for a hug, knowing how they help when you're feeling low.

Did anything happen while he was gone? He searched your face for clues and wracked his brain but came up blank.

You silently lean your head on him, happy that he's back at least. One positive for the day. As he rubs circles into your back, you explain how your morning just went to shit and you've been down ever since.

Wanting to help as soon as he could, he offers to take you shopping.

When you decline, saying how you don't really feel like going out right now, he chuckles and pats your head.

"We don't need to leave the house for us to go shopping, love."

Seeing that you were still confused, he leads you to the bedroom, and tells you to get comfortable.

He sits on the bed behind you and starts fiddling with the TV, and when your brows are still furrowed with confusion he explains with a warm smile.

"Online shopping baby. Did you forget that was a thing for a moment? Here--" handing you the remote and pulling you closer to him, he tells you to get as much as you want.

"Money isn't an issue alright? I just wanna spoil you and make your day a little better, that's fine--yes?" He asks, circling his thumbs on your stomach, trailing soft kisses from the crook of your neck up to your temple.

"Today's all about you now, okay? I'll help you however you need."

[anthoosies]

Dahlias (OPM)

you're prettier than flowers anyway.

Pairing: Speed O Sound Sonic x f! reader

wc: 530

Request: Sonic and a sweet Tarkatan! S/O who owns a flower shop

a/n: Hope you enjoy!! I wrote a little drabble for you ^^

I made her half tarkatan for simplicity purposes.

warnings: none

He remembers the day he had first saw you.

You were hanging some new potted arrangements out for the new season: summer.

He was immediately enthralled by your presence, focused on your current arrangement, completely serene as you built an arrangement for the final pot with the grace of a pro.

Ever since that day he grew more fascinated by the quaint shop, always walking by to look at the displays you had thrown your heart into.

Then there was the first time he got to speak to you.

You were outside yet again, this time writing a promotional message on the chalkboard sign you kept by the door.

When you had looked up from your seat and locked eyes with him, he gathered the courage to ask you about the sign.

You had greeted him happily, inviting him into the store, words muffled by the mask you'd wear at work.

He could tell that you were smiling behind that mask, and he had wished to see it, but he settled for the smile in your voice as you eagerly explained what the sign was for.

"Oh! I got a huge influx of dahlias this season, so I'm giving out free dahlias with any purchase! I have so many in fact, would you like one?"

You held out a small vase with two pink dahlias in it. He took it from you, returning the warm smile you gave.

"Dahlias can have a ton of meanings based on the color they are. The pink one I handed you symbolizes kindness."

And that day, is how Sonic came to associate you with dahlias.

It wasn't long after that when Sonic made a habit of stopping by your store whenever he could. Sometimes just to chat, other times bringing you a drink from the tea shop across the street.

He'd let you talk his ear off about just about anything, and his infatuation grew more by the day.

He liked to hear you go on and on about your flowers, and sometimes you'd hand him mini arrangements of flowers you associated him with, telling him about each one.

You had been grateful for his presence. The shop was small and thus, only you worked in it, so it was pretty lonely. You were surprised in all his visits he didn't ask about the mask, since he seemed to like the various colors and designs you had, complimenting you each time he saw a new one. But he never pushed.

You were frightened he'd see you differently once he knew about the extra teeth around your mouth, but when you did show him, the warm gaze never left. To him, your tarkatan features were just another interesting facet of you, the y/n he'd come to know and love.

He never stopped visiting you. If anything, he stopped by more. Even helping around the store when he could.

You were as beautiful as the dahlias you were potting outside the store that fateful day, so he wouldn't let a few extra teeth distract him from the beautiful soul who'd taught him so much by just being there.

And he always made sure you knew that.

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