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perhaps working out isn't so bad after all, especially if you have iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer to come home to.

"everything hurts, how do you do this multiple times a week?" you whine, flopping down on the couch and even then, getting into a comfortable position tugs at your aching muscles, eyes squinting in a wince.

"i've been doing it for ages, more or less used to the burn. kind of grows on you." iwaizumi huffs in amusement, lips slightly upturned in a barely-there smile as he situates himself next to you, lifting your calves to rest on his lap as his hands begin gently kneading at your tense spots. "besides, i don't think you're stretching enough."

his touch is precise, fingers pressing into the knots and releasing tension without causing too much pain, though the soreness still pulls a hiss or two from you.

"sorry." he mumbles, apologetic but also not really. it's always worse before it gets better, you're just now getting to know and sit with this feeling, and you hum in a halfhearted attempt of a response.

as a few quiet minutes pass, the hurting slowly eases into an oddly... nice sensation, a mix of pain and satisfaction that you're not sure counts as a masochistic tendency or not. iwaizumi catches the way your huffs have since changed in nature, no longer strained and instead a little more like relieved sighs, and can't help but chuckle.

"you're starting to get it now, aren't you?" he teases as his movements slow, words laced with mirth and knowing.

you mumble into a throw pillow, muffled and soft, almost sunken into the cushions beneath you and sounding almost defeated in admittance. "i guess you were onto something."

he smiles then, half with pride and the other half endearment at your reluctant submission. "when have i ever been wrong hmm?"

"yeah, yeah, yeah."

"keep up with that attitude and i'll put more strength into it."

"haji, don't you dare."

"don't test me, dove."

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perhaps working out isn't so bad after all, especially if you have iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer to come home to.

"everything hurts, how do you do this multiple times a week?" you whine, flopping down on the couch and even then, getting into a comfortable position tugs at your aching muscles, eyes squinting in a wince.

"i've been doing it for ages, more or less used to the burn. kind of grows on you." iwaizumi huffs in amusement, lips slightly upturned in a barely-there smile as he situates himself next to you, lifting your calves to rest on his lap as his hands begin gently kneading at your tense spots. "besides, i don't think you're stretching enough."

his touch is precise, fingers pressing into the knots and releasing tension without causing too much pain, though the soreness still pulls a hiss or two from you.

"sorry." he mumbles, apologetic but also not really. it's always worse before it gets better, you're just now getting to know and sit with this feeling, and you hum in a halfhearted attempt of a response.

as a few quiet minutes pass, the hurting slowly eases into an oddly... nice sensation, a mix of pain and satisfaction that you're not sure counts as a masochistic tendency or not. iwaizumi catches the way your huffs have since changed in nature, no longer strained and instead a little more like relieved sighs, and can't help but chuckle.

"you're starting to get it now, aren't you?" he teases as his movements slow, words laced with mirth and knowing.

you mumble into a throw pillow, muffled and soft, almost sunken into the cushions beneath you and sounding almost defeated in admittance. "i guess you were onto something."

he smiles then, half with pride and the other half endearment at your reluctant submission. "when have i ever been wrong hmm?"

"yeah, yeah, yeah."

"keep up with that attitude and i'll put more strength into it."

"haji, don't you dare."

"don't test me, dove."

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notes: so very extremely self-indulgent, post-gym day 2 and lord! standing and sitting down hurts like a mf

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lowk wanna change up my theme...

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── LOVIN' YOU'S A GAME, BOY 凪 誠士郎 nagi seishiro

contains: fem!reader, streamer!nagi, fluff, online friends, nagi is a dry texter, mentions reo & hiori, first meetings (irl)

texts with streamer!nagi

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── MY UNDOING 迪卢克 diluc ragnvindr

contains: gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, domestic bliss, pet names (my dear)

word count: 0.7k

diluc hears you before he sees you.

even with footsteps light and careful in a deliberate attempt to be quiet, your presence draws his attention, mind sharply turned to everything pertaining to you. he recognises the pattern of your steps, a by-product of his arduous training and countless stealth operations, but more than anything, he just knows you.

sneaking around is the least of your intentions and he knows this very well. your gentle footwork is usually an unspoken gesture of not wanting to cause distractions, take him away from his duties and responsibility, despite his constant insistence that it's fine and adelinde's not-so-subtle jabs that the young master needs a break from time to time before he runs himself into the ground anyway. regardless, your presence is always a welcome addition to his otherwise silent office and by extension, home, and there's nothing else besides you that can give him quite the respite.

"you don't have to tread around so lightly you know?" he mumbles when you enter the room, setting down his quill and pulling you close by the waist, "you're always welcome here."

you naturally lean into his embrace as he draws you near, the warmth from his body a soothing touch against your skin and a balm to your soul, effortlessly easing a smile onto your face. the effect he has on you doesn't slip him, and he tightens his arms around you carefully, thumbing against the small of your back.

"just didn't want to disturb you while you're busy working." you muse, twirling a strand that came loose from his up-do as his head rests on your chest, your steadily beating heart thrumming against his ears soothing his senses.

it's gotten dark outside, the main light source in the room being the lamp next to his hardwood desk and candlesticks strategically placed around the space. the golden light casts a soft saccharine glow against him, though shadows highlight the tangible fatigue that sits under his eyes where the light is blocked by your still standing figure.

"anyway i came to bring you some tea," you finally place down the steaming cup you've been holding this entire time, diluc only now registering the faint fragrant waft of ginger tea reaching his nose, "figured you'd need it if you're not stopping anytime soon."

he leans back just enough to look up at you with a soft genuine smile, rare to the rest of the world but not an uncommon sight in private, to you, "thank you, my dear."

his eyes flutter shut when your lips meet his forehead, sighing as you start unwrapping his arms from your waist, beginning to untangle from his grasp with a slow reluctant motion and quietly chuckling when he seems to apply resistance to keep you there. "i'll be here, just don't take too long okay?"

your words uplift at the end, much like a teasing reminder as you part and he scoffs, rollling his eyes. there's no bite, he's self aware of his workaholic tendencies, everyone never fails to remind him of this too.

diluc's gaze follows fondly as you plop down onto the sofa flush against the north-facing wall of his office, back pliantly molding to the cushioned seat as you continue where you left off on a book nabbed off one of his many bookshelves.

even in comfort, there's something so pleasantly striking, radiant, about you that he never could quite put a finger on, from the moment he first laid eyes on you til now, not even the likeness of the fleeting pearlescent crystalflies in the vineyards he's played in since he was but a little boy can compare.

a part of him wants to commit this moment, this visage, to memory, bottle it up in a jar for safekeeping as a sacred treasure in his heart signed with your name and sealed with a kiss, but alas, there would be an abundance and never enough room to encompass everything that is you.

instead he allows himself just one more lingering stare before returning to his work, energy replenished and spirits rejuvenated by your presence, with the smallest of smiles overtaking his features.

you will be the cause of his undoing one day, perhaps you already are, and he's positively quite alright with that.

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my undoing ⋆ diluc ragnvindr (fluff) you'll always be a welcome distraction. | 0.7k

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"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

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happy 3 months (& a few days i'm not exactly keeping track) and 200 follows ;3

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the whole google doc thing has reaffirmed my horrid tendency of writing directly on tumblr

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I LOCE UE THEREME SOMMM N THE WAU U WRITE IS SO YUM YUM

FELLOW SAE KISSER IN MY INBOX WOWEEEEE HELLO < 33333

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what... if... i wrote for genshin...

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taking care of you is second nature, and miya osamu always prepares a portion for you without you having to ask.

there's nothing quite like the joy of finding a tupperware of home cooked food tucked near the base of your bag. it's still the slightest bit warm to the touch of your cold fingertips, nothing a quick microwave can't fix. you were wondering what that odd hard corner poking into your torso was on the way to work, just a container filled with love and a flavour palette with osamu written all over it.

it's no secret that one of osamu's love languages is cooking, especially for you and the people he holds dear. it's evident in the way he remembers your likes and dislikes, takes note of offhanded mentions of your cravings no matter how obscure, and never fails to make sure it's well balanced and suitable for your appetite, lifting you up from the inside.

he's meticulous to a fault, from a container filled to the brim with nutritious delight that tastes like home in a bite, right down to the post-it notes with a cheeky message and a doodled heart never to be missed.

noticed you haven't been eating well lately and you didn't have lunch prepared for today. this is easy on the stomach but will still sufficiently fill you up for the rest of the day. there's an extra onigiri in there in case you need a midday snack, yes it's your favourite. make sure you take time to eat okay? i better see an empty tupperware in the sink when i get home or you'll be hearing it from me. ♡

osamu doesn't say i love you all that often, other than the daily mandatory one accompanied with a kiss before he leaves for the day, and the one before succumbing to the lull of dreams behind closed eyelids, but it's so tangible in how he looks after you in his own little unspoken ways, from careful methodical hands in the kitchen to your happy belly, and his favourite smile of yours when his food hits the spot.

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── SURPRISE? 緑 谷出久 midoriya izuku

contains: gn!reader, teacher!izuku, fluff, slight crack, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, my love, honey, baby), izuku calling his students his kids like a dad that stepped up

surprising him on his birthday with the help of his students — happy deku day ♡

a/n: this was a spur of the moment thing so it's actually already the 16th for me, but it's still deku day somewhere in the world

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── LAZY SUNDAY MORNING 黒尾 鉄朗 kuroo tetsuro

contains: fem!reader, post-timeskip!kuroo, fluff, established relationship, domestic bliss, pet names (baby)

word count: 1.2k

as part of the hq! summer fic exchange — for miss misu @bouqette ♡

the other side of your bed is surprisingly empty.

while that's not uncommon for kuroo who often has to get up early for his nine to five, it is strange for a weekend.

he still keeps up with his regular morning fitness regime, not truly being able to drop the well oiled routine he's cultivated even after stepping down as captain of the volleyball team in high school. it's ingrained in him after all this time, though he's a lot more lenient with himself since then. he's still firm, just a tad softer, and you love it all the same.

but that's saturday's business.

it's sunday morning, the mutually understood and agreed let's not care about breakfast and rot in bed until lunch pocket of time that you've carved out in your personal schedules no matter the circumstances.

and he's missing.

sunlight's tricking in through the smallest gap between the curtains and you groan, rolling over to blindly pat around the bedside table and check the time on your phone, the glare temporarily flashing you and you squint, not quite ready to face the day just yet.

8:34AM. it's still way too early.

the sheets on the side where he lays is still warm, he probably hasn't been up for too long, you muse as you gently rub your eyes and reluctantly pull yourself up, slipping on the first t-shirt on top of the messed up pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. it sits wide on your shoulders, one side slipping off and the hem grazing your upper thighs.

smells like kuroo, smells like home.

you pad quietly towards the sound of a sizzling pan and soft humming, a song playing quietly around the open kitchen with lyrics that ring a bell but your barely conscious mind can't put two and two together. it's a sight to behold, so peaceful and quaint, you wish you could take a picture but alas, your phone remains charging on your bedside table.

warmed by the golden rays of saccharine sun shining against his bare broad back, kuroo's almost glowing, a few small moles and marks littering his back like a sea of constellations in a clear night sky and you can't help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

goosebumps rise on his skin when he feels you loosely wrap your arms around his waist, tensing up in surprise for a second before registering the softness of hands that can only belong to you, relaxing as your thumbs find purchase on the waistband of his shorts.

"mmm, good morning." you mumble against his skin, apologetically pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade for unintentionally scaring him as you relish in the heat radiating off him from the inside out. "you're up early."

he hums, free hand pushing the wild strands of his jet black hair in all of it's early morning mess back before placing it above your own, finding yours like its instinct, second nature. "wanted to make you something."

"what's the occasion?"

"what, can't spoil my girl with breakfast in bed?" he glances back now with a cheeky grin, and you return a sweet smile, eyes trailing across his features, extra boyish and youthfully fresh out of slumber. you take a deep inhale, chest pressing against his back as you take in the aroma of a wonderful home cooked meal and his natural scent mixed with what seems like your body wash. soap thief. "speaking of, why aren't you still in bed?"

you murmur with droopy eyes and the smallest pout you don't even know you're making, and kuroo has half the mind to kiss it off your face, "you weren't there..."

"aren't you a clingy little baby hmm?"

he chuckles fondly when he feels your soft hum vibrate against his back, not even trying to deny his statement. you always did love hanging off him like koala. with his stature and physique, how can you not?

his hand gently squeezes yours, "i'm almost done here, do you want to get you and your cute butt back into bed?"

you nod and make a sound of agreement but put in no effort to leave, instead tightening your hold on his waist, finding solace in the subtle yet steady rise and fall of his torso with every breath he takes. it's a comforting feeling, a motion almost like the rocking of a chair, rhythmic and constant, and you're sure that any longer of it will begin to lull you back into the gentle, irresistible embrace of drowsiness.

he sighs dramatically, borderline whining, and you just know he'd be clutching his chest if his hands weren't busy with the food and toying with your own, "you're so stinking cute it's unfair..."

it easily falls into a dreamy, comfortable silence aside from the occasional clang of utensils and clinks of ceramic, the flame of the stove turning down slowly until it fizzles out and completely disappears. you take turns spooning food into each other's mouths and exchanging kisses in between, surrendering to the moment of respite with eyes barely open. you swing your legs back and forth while perched on the counter, the surface cool against your skin as kuroo remains close, never straying too far as he stands between your thighs nursing his first coffee of the day with a hand absentmindedly tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears.

this little compact kitchen's enveloped in a special flavour of comfort, never quite filled but always full, of mutual love and shared aspirations, whispered promises and bellowing laughter.

many nights have been spent with hands clasped over the clean marbled island after long days, and countless mornings of what seems like rush hour in your own home with the both of you scrambling to have a cup of anything caffeine and small bites before inevitably having to run off to your commitments.

from carelessly dancing barefoot with the backdrop of the refrigerator light to giggling with scrunched noses and scrubbing the life out of a pan charred from burnt food, it happens more often than you think when distractions are abundant with someone like kuroo, countless of little instances and silly happenings have carved it's mark into the nooks and crannies of this space.

time has come and gone, seasons changing as with the stages of your life but this? simple moments like this will never fade, a small but unwavering fire burning in the many walls of your home and hearts, tucked away with a lock and the matching key that's been disposed of a long time ago, long before exchanged vows and three words spelled out by eight letters.

and you wouldn't have it any other way.

a/n: started writing this like a month ago jeez, then shit hit the fan and now i'm here / title is also one of my favourite perfume scents ;3

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hi ;3 posting tonight

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life kicked me in the nuts and said fuck u :"D

it'll maybe be a bit until i upload anything new (other than a cutie lil event i took part in, that be out in about 2 weeks or less) so bear with me !! love u

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no one's usually allowed to get close enough to notice, but todoroki touya ➶ dabi doesn't mind if it's you.

you first notice the flecks of white when you're lounging on the couch, touya's head nestled in the comfort of your lap as your fingers comb through strands of jet black.

the tiniest of snow white growing out from the root, blink it and you'll miss it.

you hand in his hair stills and he grunts, displeased like a kitten that wasn't quite done being petted and looks up at you, "what?"

a breath, hesitantly, tentative in its approach, "i uh, didn't know white was your natural hair colour."

he pauses for a moment, long enough for you to notice, before his eyes fall shut again. no one's usually gotten close enough to take note. "yeah. i don't like it though, prefer black. had it done this way for ages."

a hint of bitterness lingers in his words and catches in the back of his throat but he doesn't elaborate, and you decide not to push it. your fingers resume in their motion without a hitch, gently grazing your nails against his scalp just the way he likes it and he almost purrs in response, head sinking even further into your thighs.

his expression returns to it's previous state, relaxed and at peace aside from the slightest furrow in his brow. it calls out to you, and you lean down to press your lips against it hoping to soothe out the frown. he hums lowly, laying a rough and calloused hand above yours that's resting against his chest.

the room returns to it's quiet, nothing but the thrum of the fan and faint noises of the outside seeping through the walls, and your voice soft and sweet. touya thinks he may be able to doze off it this keeps up. "can i help you retouch them? your roots i mean."

"sure, only if you're good." he scoffs, no bite, just laced with a tinge of mirth and teasing.

you beam, "when am i not?"

"don't even babe."

a/n: 10 minutes in the train on the way to work and a dream

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