badkarma-a

[badkarma-a]

Rockstar au’s/ rockstar girlfriend trope>>>>

[badkarma-a]

Sweet & Sour || Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has been in and out of the hospital all her life losing family, friends, and those close to her in the process. Feeling alone in a new city, she hardly believes she will ever experience a normal life with a soulmate like everyone else- but what happens when she ends up meeting two of her soulmates? Will they be able to break past her rough exterior?

Pairing: Miya Atusmu x Fem!Reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi (Poly AU)

Genres: Timeskip, Hospital!AU, Soulmate!AU, Poly!AU, humor, satire, Vlogger!Atsumu, Nurse!Atsumu, Doctor!Sakusa

Warnings: Mature content, cursing, NSFW language and content, TW for certain illnesses and depression

A/N: I would like to make a disclaimer that the physical illnesses used in this SMAU are in no way means to romanticize them. These are serious issues that people deal with in their every day lives. However, it is important to showcase an example of how serious illnesses can impact someone’s life. Also yes- this is loosely based on Sweet and Sour on Netflix lol.

Status: Ongoing

Started: 6/27/2021

Taglist: Open! Send an ask to be added! 

Masterlist

Patient List & Hospital Staff

Room 01

Room 02

Room 03

Room 04

Room 05

Room 06

Room 07

[badkarma-a]

want you here

pairing: wakatoshi ushijima + female!reader

content: wakatoshi's never sent nudes before and he hopes he's doing it right

author's notes: SOBSOBCRYCRYSCREAMING screaming crying throwing up,,, fellow wakatoshi stans, if you wanna be friends, hit me up bc FDSJFASJK i am S U F F E R I NG writing for this MAN.

continuation found here

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT!! please be respectful and do not interact!!

A lot of men send dick pics… A lot of men send videos…

Not Wakatoshi though.

He’s never felt the need to.

Or that’s what he tells himself.

Because he doesn’t want to admit that he doesn’t know how he would even go about doing it.

Because what does he even do exactly? Does he just send you a picture of his cock? Does he have to do it at a certain angle? Does he have something next to it to compare it to?

Even though you’ve been dating for a couple years, is he even allowed to send you a picture or send you a video? He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable – but this trip for sponsors is making him miss you terribly.

He knows he’ll get to come home to you again in just a couple days, but he misses you. He misses your little adorable smiles and giggles. He misses the way you squeak when he lifts you up off the ground and spins you around when he’s won a match and you run out to him on the court. He misses the way he hugs your waist from behind in the kitchen and you have him be your test subject and you spoon feed him new recipes you’re trying.

He misses the way your soft, supple body feels against him when you’re under him. He misses the way you whine and whimper when he teases you (but he always gives in before too long – you tend to make him cave so quickly). He groans lowly as he remembers what happened before he had left for this trip – you riding him in the back of the car before the flight – the pitch black windows concealing what was happening from passers-by. You had sniffled and sobbed about how much you’d miss him and he tried to calm you by kissing your tears away and reminding you it would only be a week, but it had escalated into him having to run through the airport at the end, because he couldn’t just leave his poor, sweet beautiful baby without filling her up.

Wakatoshi’s heart swells while he tells his teammates goodnight before they go to their separate hotel rooms, because he knows what will come next. Wakatoshi has been calling you every night to talk to you, even though you two are texting each other throughout the day every day so far. You talk so much more than he ever has, but he loves that about you. Your voice has a calming quality to it as you go about telling him about your day and he has you on speakerphone as he undresses.

You make him laugh as you tell him a funny story about what you and your best friend did today, and he’s putting his dirty clothes in that all too tiny laundry bag the hotels offer. He brings his phone into the bathroom with him when he takes a shower, your voice over the phone making him feel like you’re really there. You have a bad habit of running in and out of the bathroom at home while he’s showering after practice sometimes, but in your defense, your shitty reality shows has you bouncing with details you can’t wait to tell him. He finds it adorable though.

Because of his build, clothes are uncomfortable to him sometimes, so he likes to sleep without any. He smiles to himself when he untucks the comforter and top sheet from the bed, because you’re talking to the cat that you had adopted about a year before you met him, which by association was now his as well since he moved in a year ago. You’re telling her that ‘I JUST fed you’ and ‘No, Daddy isn’t here to feed you whatever you want’ and ‘Do you wanna talk to Daddy?’.

Wakatoshi chuckles when he hears little ‘mrrps’ and ‘reows’ on the other end of the phone.

“She wants you to come home.” You tell him, putting her back down on the floor.

“Oh?” He says, “And you don’t?”

“We both want you to come home…” You correct yourself, falling back onto the bed and throwing your hand over your eyes.

His laugh makes your whole body shimmer with need.

An hour has passed and he knows he should be going to sleep because he has to be up asininely early, but he likes to stay on the phone with you until you’ve drifted off to sleep – your cute lil’ snores being his lullaby as he himself becomes too tired to stay awake any longer.

You let out a yawn after you finish telling him about your day, and your voice has taken on a different quality now – Wakatoshi can’t exactly put his finger on it, but there’s something about it when you’re a little more tired that gives it a more sultry quality.

He rubs his hand up and down over his chiseled stomach, watching his cock stir to life. He tries to ignore it, but it only grows and throbs more the more you talk in that obliviously sensual way. He pictures how you probably are right now. You like to sleep in his clothes when he’s away so you probably are swimming in one of his t-shirts, nothing underneath it.

“I miss you…” He murmurs, tucking his phone between his shoulder and ear.

His thumb circles the head of his cock as precum dribbles out, and he unhurriedly spreads it around.

“I miss you too…” You whisper back into the phone.

And Wakatoshi doesn’t know what overcomes him, but he wants you to see him like this right now. He wants you to see how he’s under your spell so easily and how much he needs you right now.

“May I send you a video?”

You move your arm away from your face and blink up at the ceiling.

“Of what?”

You sit up, reaching for your soda on the nightstand. He’s taking a moment to answer you, so you’re wondering just exactly he’s up to. You hear a grunt over the phone as you twist the cap off your soda and bring it your lips.

“My naked body.” He’s breathless.

You spill your soda all over yourself, hoping Wakatoshi didn’t hear, but your sudden swearing gives it away. Because you definitely shouldn’t be having it this late when you’ve got work in the morning, but he isn’t here and so he can’t stop you, can he? Will you regret it later when you can’t sleep!? Probably! Are you still gonna do it?? Of course.

Wakatoshi worries he’s upset you – he knew this was a possibility that you wouldn’t want to be sent a picture of a video, but he can’t lie, his heart hurts a little bit.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his hand stilling.

“Yeah!” You’re a little agitated because you’ve spilled soda all over your favorite Toshi sleep shirt – the one that still has traces of your favorite cologne on him.

You slip the shirt over your head and toss it into the hamper, and then fling yourself down on the bed on his side, inhaling deeply and trying to take in his natural scent through his pillow. Two more days… Just two more days without him.

“Do… Do you not… Do you not want a video?” He asks when you haven’t said anything else.

You completely forgot why you spilled soda all over on you in the first place.

“Of course I do. Why would you think you couldn’t?”

“I heard women don’t like receiving things like that. I want your permission first.”

“Baby, we’ve been together for two years and we’ve fucked hundreds of times… Yes, of course you have my permission.” You roll over onto your back.

“Okay,” He says, “I’ll call you back in a little bit.”

What? Why doesn’t he just FaceTime?? And then you remember how adorably and horribly inept your sweet big boyfriend is to electronics, so you sit there and patiently wait.

About fifteen minutes have passed and you’re scrolling through Instagram when you get a notification that Wakatoshi has sent you a video.

The thumbnail makes you want to throw your phone across the room.

-

When Wakatoshi hangs up, he can’t lie, he panics because now he doesn’t know what he should do. Here he is, his cock in his hand and he’s looking around the room wondering where he should actually do this for you. He looks in front of him and the large mirror with nothing in front of it that shows his image back to him of him reclining on the bed gives him an idea.

He scoots himself to the edge of the bed, his feet planting firmly on the plush carpet below. He spreads his legs wide enough that he’s comfortable and opens up the camera on his phone, his leaky wet cock head filling the screen immediately. He’s wondering why his camera lens is so zoomed in, but he remembers he had taken a picture of a cute dress in a local shop that he wanted to buy for you before he left.

He zooms out, adjusting the angle and praying to god that he’s doing this right. The way he’s holding his phone, it looks like you can see what he’s doing from his point of view but also you can see everything in the mirror.

He moans low when he remembers how much you like it when he fucks you with just the tip, his hand returning to his cock now. Your little pussy grips it so well as the head of his cock just goes back and forth, sucking him in and trying to make him stay in when he pulls back out, and you’re trembling as your fingers shakily play with your clit and he’s holding on to your ankles, bending your legs and keeping you there, the ache delicious as he holds you there and only fucks you with his fat head.

He loves the squelching noises that happen every time he pulls out, his thick cock head shiny and wet as you beg him to quit teasing you, your cunt puffy and shiny with slick as it makes it’s way down between your ass cheeks and onto the sheets below. He loves when he spreads your legs apart, still holding you up, and he moves his huge cock between your little folds, the entire length of his cock giving you constant stimulation to your clit and you’re making his balls sticky with your slick as he continues to move.

And you’re crying and sobbing and shaking when he teases you like this, and he loves that he has this control over you because he’s not even properly fucking you. But at the same time he hates it because he’s the one who’s under your spell. It takes all his self control to not grab at you and thrust into you so deep that you take it all in one movement, your tears staining your face and you sobbing into his cheek as you tell him it’s so big but you’re still begging him to keep going.

Two more days… Just two more days away from you.

-

You stare wide-eyed at the thumbnail below you, still not clicking on it. That bastard man. That big tiddied tall bastard man having the audacity to send the spiciest fucking nude you’ve ever been sent and you can’t see him for another two whole days.

You press play and immediately stop breathing when a particularly loud groan blasts from your phone speaker, you quickly turning your volume down and hoping the neighbors didn’t hear it. You continue to watch as Wakatoshi’s strong hand moves up and down his fat cock, tight strokes happening as his hips cant upwards.

Your fingers tremble as you turn up the volume a little bit more, and Wakatoshi’s heavy breathing fills the air.

“W-want you here…” He moans.

You don’t know where to look because while you want to watch his body in the mirror, you can’t stop staring at his forearm moving at the side of the screen. The veins in his arms bulge and he groans a little louder as he’s got his cock in a vice grip now, slow and steady strokes. There’s something so wildly intimate about seeing him like this from two different points of view.

You want to scream because you glance up at this reflection in the mirror and see there’s more than enough space for you to be between his legs, and you’re desperately wishing it was you there instead of his hand. You loved it when he slapped his cock against your face lightly, his masculine natural scent surrounding you and you becoming drunk on it as your nails dug into his thighs. You loved when while you were deepthroating him, his large hands would gently sweep your hair away from your face, holding it up for you and making it into a makeshift ponytail, your little mewls making his body feel like it was on fire as you tried to fit all of him in your mouth. You would end up gagging on it, of course, he was just so big, but you still tried your best.

Your cheeks burn as Wakatoshi continues to talk over the video, his hand focusing on the head of his cock now, moaning about how your little mouth feels so good when you’re stroking him with your hand and his balls are in your mouth, he says he loves it too when he’s watching you struggle to take all of him and he loves the little faces you make.

“F-fuck…” His posture changes, as he tries to sit up more, “Cu- I’m cu--.”

You hold your breath as Wakatoshi’s hand moves faster now and he chokes on a grunt when cum paints his abdomen, his stomach muscles tensing as he has his cock in a death grip. He groans and you watch more cum fly out, and you involuntarily moan when you hear a squish as some of it lands higher on his torso, his phone amplifying the sound.

You’re speechless as you watch his reflection breathing heavily in the mirror before he throws himself back onto the bed and you see the ceiling of his room before the video ends.

You close the video and see the text he had sent right after he sent the video.

You don’t have to, but I would like it very much if you sent one back.

You shout when your phone falls down and onto your face.

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[ cw — skin itches/allergies ]

sakusa notices the way you're rubbing at your face and neck a little more frequently than you should, how you're trying to subtly pick at your slowly reddening skin or scratching the spots he knows are most prone to flare ups. he always tries to stop you whenever he can; he'll wordlessly pull your hands away and replace them with his own, gently rubbing with the pads of his fingers instead and applying just the slightest pressure to help alleviate your itches without worsening your inflamed skin.

but what breaks his heart the most is when he catches you scratching at your knuckles and hands in your sleep, brows furrowed at the discomfort you're feeling even when you're unconscious. he's quick to take your hands in his to stop your motions, carefully brushing your knuckles with his thumb so he doesn't wake you and peppering feather-light kisses on your palms every now and then. he falls back asleep with his fingers intertwined with yours, never letting go throughout the night.

the next morning, sakusa makes sure to clean everything while at the same time banning you from cleaning anything. he doesn't want to risk the sanitizing products further irritating your skin or the dirt doing the same. you can argue with him all you want — that you'll be careful or you'll wear the rubber gloves — but his mind is made up and he makes sure to give you a pointed, warning look as he puts on his shoes to leave for practice. i'll know if you try to do anything, it says, without him having to voice it out. he double checks to make sure the air purifier is working and leaves you with a deeper, sweeter goodbye kiss than usual before he heads out.

after practice, he stops by the grocery store to pick up a few things for you. all the cleansers, body wash, lotions and moisturizers he knows you use and are specifically made for sensitive skin. you probably still have some back at home but he figures it's best to keep them stocked up in case you run out. next, he heads for the pharmacy counter to purchase your prescription drugs, thanking the staff when they finally hand over the bag of anti-inflammatories and small pot of medicated cream. and of course, he doesn't forget to stop by the freezer aisle for your favourite ice cream as well.

you're there to greet him lovingly with a kiss when he returns home, his eyes automatically giving your whole body a once-over to make sure you didn't have a bad flare up while he's away. he chuckles when you roll your eyes and lightly swat at his chest as you notice him giving you a mini check-up, insisting you were fine and that you had followed all the rules he had enforced on you this morning. he plants another kiss on your forehead and praises you for being so good, and maybe you won't admit to him how it made your heart skip a beat but kiyoomi sees how you're fighting back a smile of your own.

after a shower, dinner, and doing the dishes (which he does — you only get to stand next to him and keep him entertained with your talking), the both of you retire to your shared bedroom. kiyoomi stops you before you can slip in under the covers and makes you sit in front of him instead. he produces the small white jar of medicine he had bought earlier and twists open the lid, dipping the tip of his index finger into the cold, buttery substance. your heart tugs at the way he holds your hand delicately with one hand while the other lightly dabs at the rougher spots on your skin where you had been itching, his finger spreading the medication into a thin layer. your gaze shifts from kiyoomi's fingers to his face — hyperfocused on his task at hand, meticulously examining every inch of your skin and you can see him slightly nibbling on the inside of his cheek in concentration. applying prescription cream has never been this romantic.

when he's satisfied with his work, he replaces the lid on the jar and sets it down on the night stand before turning back at you, only to find that you're already looking at him intently.

"what are you looking at?" he mumbles, almost shy under your gaze.

"thank you, omi," you say, with a sincerity that makes his heart swell.

kiyoomi freezes for a second before finding his voice again. "of course," he nods, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

because to him, it is. taking care of you has become second nature to sakusa kiyoomi — and he wouldn't have it any other way.

so very self indulgent :( my atopic dermatitis was flaring up and i can't figure out why lol also i wrote this on my phone and it's unedited so maybe a few mistakes here and there :(

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SO- there will not be an update this week, these past few days have been HELL and I just need some time. I will be writing, but no chapter :(

IF you want, you can send in drabble ideas (character + scenario or idea) and I can probably do something short and sweet for them! My inbox should be anonymous or open. Anyways…. ADMIRER should come back next week :)

[badkarma-a]

Mama’s Boy

Pairing: Ran Haitani x Reader

Genre: Sweet, Domestic Fluff

Content Warning: Use of pet names (Good girl, love, sweetheart)

Word count: 3.5K

Summary: Your son Ren is every bit like his father, down to the very bone and crinkle of the smile. Even to the depths of their love (Or, how Ran and his son fight for your affection and attention)

Note: I meant to release this on Ran’s birthday; but couldn’t get it done in time. But I knew I had to post something, even if it’s late!

Tonight, Ran will be home.

Well, he’ll always come home. But lately, due to his work, he’s been coming back during the unholy hours of the night. Giving you kisses on the forehead when it’s half past 3 am, the sun long gone and the only thing that was out to play was the moon and it’s star buddies. It’s difficult for both him and you, who is currently 7 months pregnant with a baby girl on the way.

Tonight, he promised you that he will come home early. And in response to that, a little plan to surprise him formed in your head, making you walk home from the grocery store with three bags of ingredients in your hands.

“Here, mother. Let me carry that.” Your son, Ren, always as sweet as ever, grabbed the bags of groceries from your hand with ease, making the burden his own. 

“Thank you sweetheart.” By now, you know it was useless trying to argue with him.

Ren, your 12 year old son, was the splitting image of his father.

Cat-like eyes that possessed the most beautiful shade of lilac, long lashes, clear pale skin, a defined nose and an even sharper jawline—Ren looks like a mini Ran. The only thing you and him had in common was the little beauty mark that decorated both your cheeks, just right below your eyes and near the inner corner. 

“Of course,” Giving you a gentle smile, Ren looks exactly like Ran, making you in turn, smile back. “Someone as amazing as you should never have to lift a finger.”

Sweet, honey words, delivered with unflinching swiftness and gentleness, Ren was nothing like the kids his age. 

And perhaps that could be blamed on you, or Ran, for the way that you raised him. Surrounded by personal tutors that taught him the best of the best, from academics, different languages, and other skills that you don’t think he would ever need in his life, to simple mundane things like dinner etiquette and piano, Ren had been taught them all. And he passes each lesson with flying colors, never having a hard time mastering anything or understanding at all.

Your son was a prodigy. You didn’t quite know how to feel at first, with him drowning in these lessons and this way of living, but Ren loves it. He loves the trophies he collects like toys, the awards he wins that get displayed around your house in the show cabinet just right in the living room.

And just as fast as kids get bored of toys, Ren just as quickly gets bored of whatever he masters, throwing them away in favor of learning something else.

Which, caused your son to turn out like this—mature in every single way, and a gentleman right down to the bone. 

The realization brings a certain melancholy to you. You haven’t seen Ren cry in forever, and that’s what kids should’ve been doing around his age, right? Cry? Throw tantrums, get in trouble? But you also couldn’t remember the last time that Ren did something even remotely wrong, you haven’t the need to scold since early childhood.

You wonder if your baby girl—Rui, would turn out the same. Just as ambitious as her daddy and brother, quick to flatter, equally as charming, and smiles that capture hearts just as easily as they turn heads.

Thinking this to yourself, you almost get too lost in thought to properly hear Ren’s words. “Mother? Is everything all right? Is Rui throwing tantrums again?” 

Snapping your head to look at your son, he’s staring back at you already with concern painted on his face, eyes flickering to your stomach for a passing second. For only 11 years old, Ren was almost as tall as you, and you don’t doubt that he’ll reach Ran’s height by the time that he finishes growing. “Y-Yes honey. I’m sorry, just distracted.”

There’s not a part of him that seems convinced with your words, but he nods anyway. Clearly not wanting to push when you don’t want to be. “Alright. If you say so. You took your vitamins and pills this morning, right?”

Unable to stop yourself from chuckling, you pet Ren’s head. “Sweetheart, keep talking like that, and you’ll start to sound like your father.” He already does, you think. But you don’t say it out loud.

Eye widening, Ren looks away. “At this rate, I’ll be better then him.” He says, so quietly that you barely heard him. “He works too much. A man shouldn’t be leaving his pregnant wife at home so often.”

Sometimes, you wonder where Ren learned all his sweetness from. Did it just get inherited from Ran? Did Ran’s genes just turn everyone into classy, well mannered people? “Daddy has to work for us to provide money honey, you know that.”

“…When I get a little older, I’ll make more money then he ever did.” Ren says, and he’s looking up at you with a heart clenching smile. Oh god. “Then he’ll be home all the time, and you won’t ever have to be lonely again.”

Playing with a strand of his hair, you tenderly pet his head. Hoping that the action alone would convey your feelings.“You’re so silly. How could I ever be lonely when I have you?”

And just like his father, Ren is quick to look away when a blush seers his cheeks. He could do that all he wants, but it’s practically useless when said blush reaches all the way to his ears, the exact same way Ran’s would. 

Your baby boy was still a baby after all.

Ran comes home at 8 pm, perhaps not on the dot, but 8 pm is much better then 3 am in your book.

“Ran!” Like an excited kid, you run (not really, you couldn’t, more like fast walk) to the door and wrap him in a warm, tight hug. “Welcome home!”

Circling both arms around you and kissing the top of your head, Ran smiles from ear to ear. “Thank you, Love.” And then, just as quickly, he drops to his knees and kisses your stomach. “And hello to you, sweetheart. I hope you didn’t cause your mama too much trouble today.”

Giggling, you watch as he stands back to his full, impressive height again. Fixing you with his tender stare that makes a certain feeling travel down your spine, and you really hope he doesn’t notice. You don’t want to get teased so soon. “She’s been an angel today. Only kicked me once or twice.” 

“Oh, good girls. Both of you.” The feeling intensifies when he calls you that, and you wonder if Ran was doing it on purpose. 

However, before you could ask, another voice rings out. “Welcome home father. You’re quite late even though you told mother you’d be home at 8.”

Turning around, you see a smiling Ren, although for some reason, the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Ran though, only beams at his son. “Yes, I’m so sorry for that,” He says, kissing you on the top of your head one more time, you beam in response. “But maybe this would make up for it.”

You didn’t realize that a large bag was set right on the shoe rack, and as Ran gives it to you, you peek inside to see…

“Oh my…Ran, you didn’t…” 

The pearl necklace that recently got released by Dior, the very one you’ve been wanting to get.  You once saw it on a celebrity who wore it to an event and instantly fell in love. You didn’t even told Ran that you liked it, how did he know? 

Smiling and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, Ran gazes at you with what could only be described as adoration. “Always the best for the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world.”   

As he pulls you closer, you fail to notice the smirk of victory that he sends to Ren. 

As you sit at the dinner table, happily eating your meal, you watch as Ran and Ren digs into theirs. “Honey, can you pass me the soji please?” Reaching your hand out, you wait for it to be passed to you.

Except, Ran and Ren reaches for it at the same time, grabbing the bottle at the exact same moment with an even amount of gripping power.

The dinner table falls silent.

“Oh, I meant—“ Trying to say who you were originally talking to, you get cut off when Ren speaks.

“Keep holding onto it like that and you’ll break it, father.” You think Ren is holding onto it just as tight, but you don’t say anything.

“I wouldn’t have to….if you just let go.” Everything from Ran’s tone and the way he said it made his words sound like a suggestion, but the glint in his eyes says it’s everything but. 

As you sit and watch the exchange, you had to cover your smile with your hands, knowing that if either of them caught you, the moment would be over.

“Well, I would. But then again, mother asked me to. And what kind of son would I be if I couldn’t even pass my mom her soji?” Ren fires back, starting to pull it towards him.

Ran does not hesitate to pull it back. “I can understand that, if she were actually talking to you.” Ran sounds oddly…childish right now. Like how one may sound when they’re fighting for their favorite toy, the silly mental image makes you giggle. “I’m her honey, she was asking me.” 

The struggle for the soji continues, with pushes and pulls made by the two most important boys in your life. You have quickly given up on the soji, just continuing with your meal, absolutely loving the chatter.

It’s not often that Ran comes over for dinner, and it’s a once in a blue moon thing to see Ren act his age for once. You enjoy the little comedy show happening in front of you with ice cold water and warm soup.

They must’ve eventually decided that enough was enough, because they turn to you at the same time, with the exact same expression in their face, asking simultaneously—

“Who were you talking to, Love?”

“Who were you talking to, Mother?”

Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you flash them your own, sweet, yet innocent smile. “I was talking to you both. Just whoever managed to grab it for me first.” Which was a lie, because you were actually trying to tell him to grab it for you. But you don’t want to make the other one upset, so you gloss over your original intentions with not so truthful words.

Upon hearing your answer, Ran loosens his hold on the soji with a soft, and fond smile, tenderly gazing at you. His guard relaxed.

Ren, took this as his chance to strike.

Without Ran’s hold, Ren manages to take the soji for himself, smirking at his father in victory before he hands it to you. “Here you go.” Ren says, offering you a look just as kind as Ran’s.

“Thank you dear!” You squeeze Ren’s hand as a way to show appreciation, the boy blinks blankly before he shyly nods. 

“You-You’re welcome.” You wonder when Ren would be used to physical affection soon, especially when you and Ran give it to him all the time. Your son is more shy then you think, and that little fact fills you with glee.

Too absorbed in your own thoughts, you completely miss how Ran mouths, “Mama’s boy.” to Ren.

And once again, you don’t notice how your son mouths back, “You too.”

As the pot boils and the soup simmers, you cut the vegetables into tiny little pieces, as small as you could make them. The aroma of the tofu soup dances in the air, filling your home with a fragrance that could only be described as divine.

To your right, the love of your life, your husband, attempts to do the same thing—but with carrots.

The only difference between you and him right now was the fact that he couldn’t.

Ran’s carrots should’ve been in proportionate, small circled pieces. But what came to be instead was chunky, uneven, oddly shaped carrots that you couldn’t really fathom how he messed up so badly.

“I…I’m sorry love, I really don’t know what happened.” Ran looks at you with a dejected face that pulls at your heart strings, how could he still look so handsome when he was so sad? His large, bruised up hands pulled the cutting board away from your sight, almost like he was ashamed, embarrassed. Desperately not wanting you to see it.

Chuckling, you wave it off. “Ran, you act like this is the first time you’ve ever messed up the vegetables. It’s not a big deal at all, it’s the taste that matters in the end.” Although you try to comfort your husband, Ran looks down at the cutting board and the poorly chopped vegetables like they stabbed him in the back and spitted on his shoes.

“Mother, father.” At the same time, both you and Ran look towards the direction of the voice. Ren, who stood at the entrance of the kitchen, wore a casual smile on his face as his gaze drops to Ran’s cutting board. “Are you having trouble?” He asks, there’s something in his tone that points to amusement.

“Oh, nothing you have to worry about dear. Your daddy’s just having…uh, a little trouble with the vegetables—is all.” Although you try to deter your son from helping, because Ren helps all the time, your words don’t do it’s intended effect. 

“Are you now?” Ren sounded so much like Ran there, you almost gaped in shock. “Here, allow me to help you, father.”

Unbeknownst to you, Ren sends Ran a smirk that spoke of victory, at the perfect angle where you would just miss it for a brief second.

“Ren is great at chopping vegetables!” You tell Ran, who smiles back at you. For some reason, it looks strained. “Well, he’s great at cooking in general. Show your father, sweetheart.”

Urging Ren to show off his terrific skills, your son in turn flashes both you, and Ran the most brilliant smile. “Gladly.” 

Taking the knife from his father’s hands, Ren cuts up the remaining carrot with accurate precision and even shapes, all rounded circles chopped into even finer bits. It looks divine, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, even better then your own. 

Unable to contain your excitement, you coo.“Oh, how are you so perfect, huh?” Absolutely delighted, you planted a kiss right on top of Ren’s head.

Or, at least, you tried to. Except you end up kissing Ran’s hand instead.

Baffled, you reel back and gaze up at your husband. Something in Ran’s handsome face shifted. It was the merest shift. You half-thought you were catching a ripple in the water instead of a change in expression with how fleeting it was. But for a single instant, you had thought that Ran was frowning.

“Give me a try again.” Ran says, hypnotizing you with his eyes and that wonderful voice. You find yourself limply nodding.

“S-Sure.”

Bringing out another carrot and knife, you watch as Ran’s face hardens as he once again—attempts to slice the carrots.

To your surprise…it’s better then last time! “What on earth? How could you just improve like that, Ran?!” Absolutely mystified, you marvel at his growth rate. The carrots no longer look bad anymore, how amazing! “You’re so great!“

You gush like a tweeting bird to your husband, puzzled at how fast he can learn. Ren on the other hand, has his mouth wide open as he glared at the carrots, the same way that Ran was doing earlier. Truly father and son.

Your praises must make Ran very happy, because his ears flush pink and he nods. “Thank you, love.”

Then, he leans down. His forehead at your face level as he closes his eyes. For a second, you didn’t know what he wanted, but then it dawned on you like a slap in the face.

A kiss, Ran wanted a reward kiss on his forehead.

The unexpected cuteness catches you off guard, and you couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear as you lean in closer. 

Only for someone to tug at the bottom of your shirt, halting your movement. Looking to your right, you see Ren, wearing a smile that did not reach his eyes whatsoever. “The soup is boiling over.” Your son says, pointing to the stove.

“What?!” Panicked, you immediately rush over. Completely forgetting the kiss that you meant to give to both your husband and son.

Once again, completely unaware of the battle they were both fighting. 

“You couldn’t have gone to turn it off yourself?” Dusting his jacket, Ran looks down at his adorable son, who was starting to not be so adorable when he was feening for your attention like a neglected cat.

Ren shakes his head. “Mother doesn’t like it when I go near the stove.” He counters back, an innocent smile on his face. When he makes that expression, Ran is, oddly enough, reminded of Rindou. That’s the face his little brother would always make when he’s up to no good, and got caught being up to no good. 

“You were pretty good today, I’ll give you kudos for that. Distracting your mother with the pot was a very good move.” Ruffling his sons hair, he watches as Ren’s hair, which was styled slicked back just like his, mess up into a bird’s nest. That part, he got from you. The way that your hair catches the light, but in a moment, with too much movement, would get tangled the next. He finds it adorable, whether on you, or your son.

Ren looks down, murmuring, “I know it is.” Though he tries to come off calm and collected—firm, even, he more so sounds like a grumbling kitten. 

“She’s forgetful. It’s cute, but I worry that something will happen.” It couldn’t have been more of the truth. In the past, Ran had always been anxious to leave you alone for too long. Call it him being overprotective, overbearing even, but your adorableness sometimes comes in a wave that results in trouble. “Keep taking care of your mother, okay?”

As he says this, he hears you shout, “Ah! Finally! I got it! Okay, dinners ready everyone!” Followed by several clangs of metal and other utensils. God, you were just too lovely—too endearing.

But right now, with the way that Ren was looking at him, perhaps you have some competition in that department. Ren may look like him, but the soft, kitten wide eyed look he has came straight from you. “I will.” Ren says, nodding his head before he walks to the table. Ran chooses not to point out the red tips of his ears.

He truly does love his son very much. Even if they couldn’t have the normal, typical father and son relationship. The bond that most family strive for. It was practically impossible when he comes home smelling of blood and gunpowder. Even more impossible when Ren grows at a rate too fast for Ran to capture milestones of. However, he plays with Ren the way he knew how.

Seizing your attention and love is something that Ran’s been doing for years, and he supposed he doesn’t mind competing with his son for it.

Just as he walks to the table, he sees you bend down to kiss Ren on the forehead. His son flushed at the tips of his ears once again, receiving a kiss that truly should’ve been his.

There’s urgency in his step as he walks up to you, and he doesn’t allow you to get a word in before he plants a kiss straight to your lips, causing you to yelp in surprise. “R-Ran!” You say, blushing at the display. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Only I will ever get to kiss you there.” He whispers, feeling the way goosebumps travel all across your body.

Yes, Ran was willing to share with his son. You were Ren’s just as much as you were Ran’s.

However, he had never been particularly fond of sharing the things he loves. He remembered hiding them from Rindou, at a spot in the room where he knew that Rindou could never reach.  It was selfish of him, he knew, but it never stopped him from doing it. Hiding things Inside a treasure chest too big for him to ever fully fill it out completely.

But Ran…well, Ran thinks you will fit there just fine.

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Changed the song already 😭

Bartender!Mikasa x Tattoo Artist!Reader

synopsis: After a messy break up, and promising yourself to take a break from the dating scene and heal. You’d think that would be the end of it. Until you meet a pretty bartender with eyes the color of the moon.

note 6: Whipped - wc: 3k

song: The Moment by Tame Impala

warnings: suggestive content, foreplay, (food play), super sweet content :,)

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NEW CHAPTER OF ADMIRER!!! ITS SHORTER THEN USUALY BUT ITS A SWEET CHAPTER AND HAS SMUT SO. ALSO THE TITLE AND SONG MAY BE CHANGED? ITS NOT MY FAV BUT I WANTED TO GET THE CHAOTER OUT :)

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Bartender!Mikasa x Tattoo Artist!Reader

synopsis: After a messy break up, and promising yourself to take a break from the dating scene and heal. You’d think that would be the end of it. Until you meet a pretty bartender with eyes the color of the moon.

note 6: Whipped - wc: 3k

song: The Moment by Tame Impala

warnings: suggestive content, foreplay, (food play), super sweet content :,)

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It’s been two days since the night at the bar. Pieck left back for college yesterday, you asked her why she was going back considering Christmas was so close. She just smiled, stating, “I will be back for Christmas Day, I just needed to come here for a quick visit with my dad.” Her dad has been having health scares recently, and it shocked her enough to book a flight down. You also never got to know of Piecks friends, she just said it was two guys who wanted to accompany her.

“Do you have any appointments tomorrow?” Mikasa asks, fingers dancing up your arm, as you lay in her embrace on the couch. You both have been no farther than arms lengths since the night, since Mikasa suddenly felt the urgency to keep you.

“Just one at noon, why?” Your eyes watch as Mikasa hands start to rub your arm, her other hand holding her head up on the top of the couch.

“Well I was just thinking of maybe trying to make an appointment with my favorite artist.” You whip your head around to see Mikasa’s small smile, her eyes looking over your excited and shocked face.

“Really? I mean- yeah of course! Sorry I’m just shocked, but also so excited,” you say out of breath smiling, your smile reaching your eyes. “What’re you thinking of getting?”

“Well I’m thinking maybe a dragon, some flowers, I don’t really know yet,” Mikasa hums, thinking as she moves her hand keeping her head up, moving it to lightly rub the back of your neck, inching into your hair.

“What about a tiger and some flowers, I think it would fit you,” you smile, imagining all the details you could adorn Mikasa’s body with.

“Why a tiger?”

“Well, tigers represent strength, independence, and royalty. I also think they are such beautiful and majestic creatures, I just think it would fit you well Mika.” Mikasa feels a jump in her heart, having such nice words spoken about her, feeling her heart thumping harder and harder.

You suddenly feel Mikasa’s arm enveloping you into a warm and comforting hug. Mikasa never really has been a person to hug you a whole lot, but you happily wrap your arms around her body, giving her a tight squeeze.

“I like your idea,” she mumbles into your back, feeling her hands rubbing lowly in your back. You smile into her neck, giving her neck a small peck.

“Want me to go pick up dinner?” Mikasa asks shifting in your embrace, you laugh at the sudden subject change. It’s very Mikasa to go from sweet and sentimental to suddenly asking about dinner.

“Sure Mika, what’re you thinking?” You ask unraveling your arms from around her. Mikasa’s heart melts at the big smile on your face, yours doing the same at her sweet face.

“What do you want?” She questions opening up her phone, searching for food places near your apartment. She’s only been to yours one other time, so she isn’t familiar with the area of your apartment.

“Well there’s the food trucks just down the street, a Thai food truck that should be open for another hour, I think even the Chinese food one is open, oh! I think there’s Sushi too!” You recite, trying to remember what food trucks are in the lot near your house.

“Hmm i'll surprise you,” she hums, getting off the couch, moving to get her shoes.

“Do you want me to come?” You smile standing up, hoping to stay by her side.

“It’s okay, just stay here.” She smiles, giving you a kiss on your forehead, leaving out the door with her shoes on.

If it weren’t for the small kiss, you would’ve assumed Mikasa wasn’t happy with you. It did hurt a bit to not be invited to get dinner, but knowing Mikasa, she probably just wanted you to relax and not have to walk there.

You frown at the now empty apartment, feeling the eerie quietness nipping at your skin. You quickly feel the grime on your skin, all your sense feeling heightened having to be alone in your house. While it’s never been an issue, it may be because of Mikasa not letting you come with her and feeling down about it.

You quickly think of taking a quick shower, with Mikasa’s walk and the wait for the food, you should be able to take a shower easily.

You bypass your room, not caring about getting clothes, walking straight into your bathroom, immediately turning the knob in your shower just below the hottest setting. You strip your day clothes from your body, leaving them in the corner of your bathroom, making a mental note to grab them and put them in the hamper in your room.

You step into the shower, letting the water engulf you, already feeling the hot water soothe your skin. You lose track in the shower, usually you bring your phone in the bathroom for music, but today you left it on the couch. After what felt like just a second in the shower you turn off the shower, stepping onto the fuzzy bath mat, feeling the fibers tickle your feet. You smile at the feeling, quickly grabbing a towel to dry yourself off. After feeling the towel now just gliding over your dry skin, you quickly set it on the counter, grabbing your clothes and setting it on top of the towel. Your fingers entrapping your fluffy bathrobe, quickly putting in on to prevent the cold hair from getting to you.

You trail out of the bathroom, quickly into your room to set your towel and clothes into the hamper. Smelling something sweet, that wasn’t there previously. You cautiously walk into the kitchen to see the candle in the kitchen now lit, a white plastic bag on the counter, and Mikasa standing by the lit candle, holding flowers.

As Mikasa sees the confused look illustrated on your face, she begins to speak.

“I know I haven’t been the most upfront person with you, and we haven’t really labeled anything. I hope you don’t mind that I left you home alone, but I had to go get these flowers, and there’s a slice of cake in that bag too. There was a food truck that had cheesecake and I don’t know if it’s good or not, but it looked good! Anyways, what I’m trying to say, well ask, is if I could be your girlfriend.”

Your eyes brim with tears as you nod your head, quickly moving to take the flowers, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Of course Mika,” you say quietly into her neck, tightening your grip just a tad. Her free hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. You step away and wipe your eyes, feeling the wetness now on the back of your hand.

“These flowers are beautiful, where’d you get these?” You question looking at the array of pinks, purples, and white flowers, all wrapped in brown paper, taking a deep whiff of the fresh flowers.

“I had Historia meet me at the food trucks with them, Ymir was there too. She owns a flower store and she said she’d personally deliver them because she already closed up her store for the day.” Mikasa explains, grabbing the plastic bag on the kitchen counter, grabbing and placing styrofoam boxes on the counter.

You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress the urge to cry once again. Mikasa has done so much to get the flowers, food, even a little dessert, just to ask you to be her girlfriend.

“So what did you get my lovely girlfriend,” you smile, walking over to a kitchen cabinet, grabbing a colorful vase.

“I got us Thai food, because we had Sushi yesterday and Chinese food a few days ago,” she says as she opens up the containers checking the contents.

You nod your head as Mikasa explains her reasoning, you begin filling up the bright vase with water, once it fills up you unravel the brown paper from the flowers. Admiring them for a few seconds, before setting them inside, adjusting them as needed.

“Do you like them?” Mikasa points at the flowers, one brow arched.

“They’re the best Mika, they’re so pretty and smell amazing, also just the thought makes them the best ever.” You grin widely, smelling them once again, setting them down by the candle she lit. It’s a candle you picked out when the two of you were shopping not too long ago. You look up from the flowers at Mikasa, seeing her face blooming with a red hue.

“So what’s this about a cheesecake food truck?” You smile, walking over to sit besides Mikasa on the chairs by the island. Seeing black sharpie on top of the containers, indicating the food.

“They just got there like a week ago, they do a lot of cheesecake stuff mainly. I got us just some regular cheesecake, and then I got us a chocolate dipped one to try.” She brings out two plastic triangle shaped containers, seeing the cheesecake through them.

“You're the best Mika,” you smile leaning over, placing a peck on her cheek, then peppering kisses all over the side of her face.

“It’s taking everything in me not to pull you to my bedroom, and kiss every inch of you,” you whisper into her ear, seeing her body suddenly freeze. You sit back up in your chair, navigating your focus to the container in front of you, opening it to see Pad Thai.

“Just so you know, the feeling is mutual, all I want right now is to see everything under your robe.” She smirks, opening up her red curry and rice. You feel heat bloom in your face, as you cross your legs trying to gain some friction.

You both sit and eat, making small conversation from time to time. The brief silence between conversations is soothing, and not harsh like most silence. You both talk about your work schedule, you telling Mikasa about the tattoo you plan on giving her tomorrow. Mikasa talks about how Levi came and watched her and Jean bartend the other day, and how he laid into Jean about his speed behind the bar.

“I mean I think I go a bit faster, but Jean still goes fast. I think Levi just expects to be human robots at this point, since we’ve been working there so long.” She chuckles, shoveling curry and rice into her mouth, doing the same with you Pad Thai.

As you both finish up your food, you get up and grab the both of you a glass of water, setting it down in your spots.

“Should I get some extra whip cream? I like cheese cake a lot of whip cream,” you announce, grabbing the red can of whip cream and setting it in between you guys’ water. Mikasa chuckles as you set the can down, as she moves the cheesecakes by the two of you.

As you sit back down, Mikasa looks inside the bag, in hopes of finding a fork, to only find one flimsy plastic one.

“Here I can get—”

“No worries, come here,” Mikasa challenges, grabbing your stool and moving it to be closer to her. You hold the slit of your robe close, feeling it start to fly up a bit because of her speed.

Mikasa opens the container with the chocolate covered cheesecake in it, using the plastic fork to take the front ‘v’ chunk. She grabs the can of whip cream, putting a small dollop on top of it, guiding it towards your mouth. You open your mouth widely, closing your lips around the fork, tasting the sweet cold textures in your mouth. Moaning as the chocolate, and sugary cheesecake hit your taste buds.

“Mika, it's so good! My turn,” you quickly grab the fork from her hand, coping her, including whip cream without even asking if she wants it. You feed her as well, seeing her face contort into a smile at the dessert. As you see a small smudge of whip cream on the top of her lip, you quickly lean in and kiss the spot, getting a sweet kiss.

You pull away from her face, sitting in silence as you both look at each other with an undetermined look on your faces. Until Mikasa grasps the back of your neck with her hand, pulling you harshly back to her.

Mikasa kisses have always felt similar, hot, deep, and sensual. Unlike this kiss, which is feeling more intimate, slow, and passionate. As Mikasa traps you in the kiss, which you aren’t complaining about, you wrap your hands around the base of her neck.

As Mikasa feels your hands beginning to tangle into her hair, she takes the initiative to rub her hands down the outside of your robe, playing with the belt.

“Can I take this off?” She mumble on your lips, as you quickly nod, wet lips clasping back on hers.

She slowly unties the belt of your robe, leaving it limp. She doesn’t fully take off your robe, just letting it dangle, the inside of your breasts visible. As Mikasa's hands dance around your waist, lightly massaging under your breast. A moan ripples out of your throat as her cold hands lightly graze your nipple, going back to massaging lightly.

“Mika,” you groan into the kiss, while she is more focused on your chest than the kiss.

“Can I try something,” she slowly separates from the kiss, putting her forehead on yours. Your putty in Mikasa's hands, as you let out an airy ‘yes’.

Mikasa moves back into the kiss, standing up from the stool as she does so. Now being in front of you, she lightly pushes some pressure, your back now hitting the cold granite you can feel a bit through your thin bathrobe. You let out a hiss at the cold feeling, Mikasa still having her tongue hit yours.

You suddenly hear Mikasa moving stuff from the counter, letting you lay back farther on the counter, while still sitting down, but not hitting any of your guys’ food. Until you hear a sudden pop sound, as you open your eyes to see Mikasa with the can of whip cream, and the plastic lid hitting the floor.

“You promise you’re okay with this?” Mikasa asks, pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips to hers. As she shakes the can vigorously in her right hand, her left still lightly on your ribs.

“I trust you Mika,” you nod, panting heavily, chest rising and falling with every breath. Mikasa smirks at the sight of your distressed form, breast rising and falling under the shear fabric.

You watch as Mikasa takes her left hand, pulling you robe to the side, your breast on full display. As she takes the can, swirling a small amount on your nipple. You let out a surprised yelp, the cold airy textures being foreign. Mikasa chuckles a bit, as she takes the van putting another skirl on your other bare nipple. You press your legs together, trying to gain pressure.

“Please Mika, it’s so cold,” you whine, as Mikasa sets the can back down on the table, leaning down and pressing kisses just around the dessert. Her hands roam your waist, lightly pressing on your back.

When Mikasa finally placed an opened mouth kiss to your nipple, licking over the whip cream, sucking lightly. A high pitched moan leaves your throat, as you clench your legs in slightly. Mikasa uses her teeth just slightly, not painful but enough to feel it.

She pulls back, whip cream on her top lip, as she licks over your hardened nipple, no sight of whip cream. She massages at your breast, whip cream still on your other nipple, as she licks and bites at the one she already cleaned.

She begins to leave opened mouth kisses on your breast, starting to suck a bit harder on the top of your breast.

“Mika—“ you groan as you feel her begin to use her teeth a bit, definitely leaving a mark. Mikasa looks down as she licks over her mark, seeing the hickey beginning to form, already a bright hue.

“I love seeing your body, especially when my marks are littered all over it,” she slurs, looking at your other breast. Flattening her tongue, she wipes the whip cream up slowly. Smiling at your hardened nipple, and the high pitch squeal that comes from your mouth. Beginning to suck once again, biting on your sensitive nipple.

“I also love the tattoos you have,” she smiles, saliva connecting her mouth to your nipple. As she traces the tattoo you have on your ribs, almost under your boob. The tattoo that was done by Annie, just a month after you guys met. You told her about the pretty design you made the other day and the idea of getting your first rib piece. She offered to do it, and as you sat getting the tattoo done, you both discussed anything and everything. Life events, animals, work, and even beverages. Which led you to find out that Annie is an avid tea person.

“I l-love your hair, a-and your mouth,” you hum, gripping her dark hair. She chuckles at your remark, smiling at your worn out face. The mixture of flexing your core to look at Mikasa’s face and the pure pleasure of her mouth, has you already feeling worn out.

She soothingly rubs your breast one more time, before running her hands down your waist and grazing your back. You pull her head into the crook of your neck, laying your yours on top of hers. Your breath syncs up with hers, as you both steady your breaths.

“Now I get why you add whip cream to everything, although you already are delicious.” She smiles deviously, grinning into your neck. You let out a belly laugh, clenching your arms around your stomach.

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since ADMIRER wasn’t updated on Sunday, here’s a peak at this weeks chapter <3

[badkarma-a]

Summary: It’s the perfect start to your debut senior figure skating season, until it’s not. A minor run in with Sakusa Kiyoomi has you in hot water in the figure skating world, and the only solution is to pair with the Ice Prince himself and skate in pairs. Sparks will fly as you constantly butt heads with Sakusa, and you see your season melt away. Can you save your season before it’s too late? Or will Sakusa ruin any chance you have of becoming a Senior World Champion?

When your heart is on the ice, success and love are never guaranteed.

Pairing: F!AdultFigureSkater!Reader x AdultFigureSkater!Sakusa Kiyoomi

Genre: Romance, Enemies to Friends to ?, Sports Fiction, Drama, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, mature themes

Status: Ongoing with updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 5pm ET

Taglist: Open! Please send an Ask with the request to be added to the Heart on The Ice SMAU

A/N: Hello everyone! I am SO EXCITED to bring this story to you - it has been in my WIP pile for FIVE MONTHS! It’s thanks to listening to re-watching Yuri!!! on Ice and listening to Yuri on Ice on repeat for hours! I am actually very pleased with how this turned out, and the fact that I stuck with it for so long. I hope you enjoy the story! 💙💠

Disclaimer: I spent a lot of time researching figure skating - rules, regulations, the scoring system - and it is a lot. I am certain that there were aspects that I have missed, but in the spirit of getting this story out there I appreciate if you would suspend your disbelief. If there are any egregious errors please let me know so I can correct them. Thank you in advance!

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Profiles

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26 w/ Written Portion

Chapter 27

Chapter 28 w/ Written Portion (coming 5-25)

Chapter 29 (coming 5-27)

More coming soon

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sequel to traitor but can be read alone.

pairing: Nanami x gn!reader

summary: in which y/n finds themselves slowly falling in love again over the week of their ex boyfriends wedding.

genre: smau— fluff, crack/humour, no curses au

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, mentions of cheating

taglist: closed

status: ongoing

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not to be a nerd but it’s so crazy how he (Bernini) really did that from cold hard stone……. truly a spectacle, truly breathtaking, an honor to behold

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[badkarma-a]

SHE LIT A FIRE: PT 5 - Adventures in Bath Time

Pairing: Dad!Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: Child endangerment, negligent parent, near-drowning experience

Contains: Kirishima as a father. Reader has an established quirk. Main characters are in their late 20s. Fluff. Some angst. Broken family situation. Absent mother-figure.

Summary: From the moment you first walked into The Alliance Hero agency, Kirishima has been constantly willing to help you with whatever you might need. Now, he needs a favor in return.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Tag List: Has been moved into the comments ♡ As always, thank you for reading & sticking with me! I know this update has been a long time coming! I am thrilled you enjoy this fic so much! @silverhairsimp & @ace-of-books for helping me get through this update!

A/N: Reader is American. This chapter also switches from both Kiri’s and Reader’s POVs. There is a single text from Kiri, it's in Red. I am so sorry it's taken me this long to update but I have two chapters written out now! Thank you for sticking with me through this.

Word Count: 5,319

It was not a date. 

You couldn’t remember how many times you’d told yourself that since you got off the video call with Kirishima just an hour before. You said it while you were making tea and breakfast, while you took a shower, and when you were drying your hair. When he texted you to let you know he was leaving to drop Remi off with his parents and that he’d let you know when he was actually on his way, you had to remind yourself a couple times then.

Oh, and once you got the, ETA: 24 minutes. See ya soon, with the little smiley face at the end, you actually had to voice it out loud that this was not a date! 

Neither of you had called it a date over the phone! And not in any text messages either! There was no possible reason for your brain to even think Kirishima could be considering this a date. 

And yet you still had six different tops thrown across your bed, two skirts, a pair of leggings, and three pants, none of which you were happy with for your not date. The thing was, even if this wasn’t a date, you were still going to the place you were going to be working at, therefore you had to make a good impression. A good impression without trying to make it blatantly obvious that you were trying to impress. 

Sucking in a deep breath through your nose, you knew what you’d go with. A pair of sleek black pants that cut off right at the ankle and hugged your hips just right, paired with your favorite blouse, if for no other reason than comfort and familiarity. Dressing up the whole thing with a pair of heels that were worn in enough that they wouldn’t kill your feet no matter how much walking you did. 

You glanced at the time, too late now to change even if you wanted to…

It was not a date. 

Over and over he told himself that, so many times that he lost count! But, he hadn’t even realized he’d dug out one of his favorite shirts from the back of his closet that hadn’t seen the light of day in he couldn’t remember how long. Rolling the sleeves just under his elbows and trying to decide if he should leave it unbuttoned or not. 

In the end, he settled on not because this was not a date and open seemed more casual. Yet, Remi narrowed her eyes at him when he walked into her room. “Why you wearing nice shirt? Thought we go to grams’.” 

“You are going to grams’,” he corrected her, “I have to go into work for a little bit.” 

Her little bottom lip jutted out. “Oh, don’t gimme that!” He scooped her up in his arms and spun her around until she was giggling. “You love going over to their house, and what about the puppies?” Eijiro was doing everything he could think of to keep her distracted because there was no way he was telling her he was actually meeting you. She’d never let him leave, not without her at least. He had no clue what he was going to do when she learned you two would be working together. 

Within the hour he was pulling into his parent’s drive, seeing them both working in the vast front yard, waving as he pulled up to the house. “There’s my girl!” His mom crouched down and caught Remi the moment she jumped at her while his mum walked over to greet him with a hug and a kiss.

“How are ya feelin’, love?” 

“I’m doing good, mum, promise.” They were so proud of all he’d done in his hero career and yet they also never quit worrying about him. It’s just hardwired, was what they told him every time he reminded them they worried too much. 

“Daddy has a date!” His eyes went wide at the words coming out of his daughter’s mouth.

“I do not!” 

“That is one of your nice shirts, Eiji.” 

Both his parents eyed him with curiosity while he fumbled with a response. “I— I’m going to work! I told you guys that on the phone! And— and I have a lot of nice shirts, thank you very much!” 

“That we only see you in for holidays and special occasions… like dates.” 

Both his daughter and the woman that held her wore identical smug smiles. 

“I’m sorry to disappoint you all, but I really am just going to work.” He kissed Remi and then both his mothers, “And if I don’t get going, I’m definitely going to be late.” 

Once in the car, he was able to release the sigh he’d been holding in, thankful they let him go without any further hassle. 

Somewhere between his mothers’ place and yours though, it occurred to him that this would be the first time the two of you would be seeing each other outside of the hospital, well, besides the accident in the park and the train crash. Eijiro’s fingers twitched anxiously against the stirring wheel but he wasn’t really sure why.

He’d spent so much time with you over the last week, he even talked to you well into the night for the last two, seeing you in person and outside of the hospital shouldn’t be weird or uncomfortable and yet nervous excitement flowed faster and faster through his veins the closer he got to your apartment.

When he got there though, and you answered the door, a different kind of nervous energy took him over. He thought you were pretty that day in the park… hell, he thought you were gorgeous. Even in the hospital you still managed to look lovely to him somehow. But now, he got the chance to see the normal you and it made his heart leap into his throat, that had to be the reason he couldn’t speak for a moment… right? 

It returned to its rightful place in his chest though with a quick clearing of his throat and suddenly he recalled how to exchange a basic greeting! 

Lucky for him, when the two of you walked down the sidewalk on the way to the agency, he was also remembered how to have a conversation, then again, you always made that easy for him. And even when the conversation tapered off, when you happened to see something in a shop window and your steps slowed, he didn’t mind the comfortable silence. Not a single bit. Another topic would pop right back into one of your heads and away you two would be chattering. 

Of course, his heart started hammering a little faster again once you got to the agency though. It was the way you walked just a little closer to his side so you didn’t get separated between the many people flitting about. And there was the way you smiled when he introduced you to the people who’d be your co-workers, the people he called friends. 

Mina welcomed you with open arms, literally. Pulling you away from him for the time being to show you how your office would be right beside hers, because, obviously you were getting an office if Izuku and Katsuki had anything to say about it. 

Denki was quick to join Mina, clearly wondering who the new girl was and, Eijiro was pleasantly surprised the man showed a modicum of restraint; he waited a full minute before using a pickup line on you. One that must not have been very good judging by your eye roll and Mina’s groan of disgust. 

Hanta was out on patrol with Kyoka and one of the team’s sidekicks, so, you’d have to meet him on your official first day but, aside from that, he also introduced you to their team's receptionist, Hina, a sweet woman with streaks of gray shooting through her dark coiled locks. You didn’t get a chance to actually speak with her since she was talking on the phone the entire duration of your visit, but, that was pretty normal for Hina. 

Even Katsuki snuck out of his meeting, though, that was because he was wondering what the two of you were doing there when neither of you were supposed to working yet. 

Eijiro had ducked into his own office while you were preoccupied, wanting to give you all the time you desired to get to know people and your new workplace. He had no intention of getting any actual work done but he still thumbed through the paperwork that sat in the center of his large desk. Documents he would need to fill out regarding his participation in the rescue efforts for the crash. And, sure enough, when he logged into his email, there were all the medical releases he’d need to worry about. Standard procedure for any pro who had to undergo surgery due to an injury caused while on duty. 

However, that was a problem for future Eijiro to deal with. He’d have desk duty for another couple of weeks anyway before he’d be cleared to patrol again. Plenty of time to get boring paperwork taken care of. 

You poked your head in just a couple of minutes later and made a comment about how nice of a view he had out the vast glass windows and he had to agree. It was prettier at night, he thought but, even in the daylight the view of the city spreading out down below was something to behold. The view from yours was just as nice though, he just had the advantage of the balcony off his particular office. A perk of being one of the agency’s many founders; getting a say in the design. Everyone had their own taste, this just happened to be his. 

With Mina needing to get ready for an interview, Denki now taking a phone call, and Katsuki returning to his meeting, Eijiro took the opportunity to show you the rest of the agency. 

He made sure to verbally tell you all the places he could remember, which floors specific things were on, but the places he deemed most important he made sure to actually take you to. They were the ones you could usually find the team at if they weren’t on their floor. 

This meant you got to see the two gyms, the swimming pool, the food court, and the research, medical, and support floors. He watched you take each new place in. How you wasted no time in greeting people with a warm smile. 

He was laughing by the end of the tour, when he was walking you back to your place, he listened to your opinions of the agency and his co-workers, telling him there was no way you could possibly remember everyone’s name. 

“You don’t need to worry,” He grinned, “Promise, I’ll help ya in any way I can.” 

If you had any doubt that Eijiro Kirishima was a man of his word, they were long gone by your second week on the job. 

“Which floor can I find Yaoyorozu on again? I need her signature for this press release with Pinky.” 

“Two floors up.” He was behind his computer like he’d been for most of the time you’d been working here and he made sure to give you one of his signature bright smiles before you were hurrying on your way.

Shit, you doubled back, “Hey, don’t forget—“

“I have my appointment to be cleared in for fieldwork at three today. I remember, darling.” 

You grinned at the nickname. It didn’t mean anything, you learned that pretty quickly after hearing him call practically everyone in the office that at one point or another but it still made your heart skip a beat. Especially when he let it slip outside of the office. When the gang of pros went out after hours and always invited you along. Or, during your late-night phone calls with him that did, in fact, become a habit, the nickname would occasionally slip past his lips then too. If he knew the effect it had on you, he never commented on it, he just kept on being his usual, cheery, helpful self. 

Kirishima was always there when you needed him, all of his friends were. It never left the back of your mind just how lucky you were to be thrown in with this group of people that accepted you with open arms. If you had questions, they were happy to answer them, and, in return, you were happy to help them out with anything you could. 

Like, making sure Katsuki had at least an hour off after an interview so he could blow off some steam. Or, not scheduling any calls for Denki before 9 AM because he was certainly not a morning person. It was the little things that you took notice of but it made a world of difference to them. They were quickly learning that they could come to you with problems and you would do what you could to find solutions. 

Which is why it didn’t really surprise you to see Kirishima in your doorway, “Can I come in?” He asked after a quick knock. Back from his afternoon patrol but still in his uniform. 

“’Course!” 

He stepped in and closed the door behind him with a quiet click. 

In the 21 days you’d been working with the man you’d gotten pretty decent at reading his facial expressions, of course, the late-night phone conversations helped too. You now knew when something was bothering him or was just making him downright annoyed. But, the one he had on now was the same one he got before a meet and greet or any kind of live press event; something was making him nervous. 

Out of his pants pocket, he pulled out his cell phone. “Would it be alright if you listened to this voicemail I got while I was out?” 

You were a little skeptical, only because of his demeanor but told him to play it anyways.

Eijiro, it’s mom. Your daughter has something she’s been wanting to ask you all day so, here she is— 

Daddy! Daddy, listen! It’s been, like, forevers since I’ve seen Ms. Y/N and I miss her whole lot! Can she please come over for dinner tonight? Gammy says it’s okay! I already ask! Please, daddy!

It’s fine with us, Eiji, really. Y/N sounds lovely from what Remi and yo— 

He stopped the voicemail before his mother could continue and slipped the phone back into his pocket while he explained, “She asks about you, well, a lot, actually. I don’t want it to be weird and I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything but I had to at least ask because—

Now it was your turn to cut him off, trying to hide your smile that was threatening to bloom in response to the nervous word vomit. “Do you want me to go to dinner, Kirishima?” 

“Yeah… yeah, I’d really like it if you did and it’d mean the world to Rem. But, it’ll be at my moms’ place and I don’t want you to feel awkward about it or anything.” 

“Kiri, it’s fine. I’d be happy to go to dinner, I just have one condition.” 

“Name it.”

“You tell me what your moms’ like to drink because there is no way I can show up empty-handed.” 

He chuckled and you watched him finally relax. “I’ll tell you on one condition:” You raised your brow, waiting to see what he was going to ask of you. “You call me Eijiro, at least, while we’re there.” 

A warmth pooled in your cheeks at the forwardness of the request. “Alright… Eijiro,” Experimentally rolled his given name off your tongue and you saw that same heat in your cheeks rise in his own, “I think I can do that.”

He quickly got changed and the both of you walked out of the agency to the weekend ahead. He offered to drive and you happily accepted, making things all the easier since you’d walked to work that day. 

Kirishima handed over control of the radio, letting you pick whatever you liked, saying he was prone to listening to just about anything. 

So, with music pouring through the speakers, your voices singing along, while hair whipped around you as Kirishima drove down various streets, leaving the city behind and heading off for the countryside.

Before arriving, Kirishima made a point to give you some information about his parents so you weren’t walking in completely blind. Letting you know he was the only adopted son of Cara and Natsumi Kirishima, Cara being his mum, and Natsumi his mom. Both women were now retired from being teachers, and moved out to the country, but were constantly around for him and Remi when they weren’t traveling. 

“They went on this Euro adventure for like four months,” He was telling you with a wide smile on his face, “The stories they came back with…” There was awe in his eyes as he shared a couple of them with you before deciding he should stop so you didn’t have to hear them twice. 

“How’d they meet?” 

“An educational seminar. My mum was an attendee and my mom was the one presenting. They ran into each other at a bar later that evening and my mom was smitten right from the start.” He chuckled a little, “My mum thought she needed to get off her high horse. But, with the help of some alcohol, they both got to talking and I guess the rest is history.” 

It wasn’t too much longer until Kirishima pulled into a long driveway framed with beautiful trees the whole way up to the home. On the porch that Kirishima drove past, you caught sight of a woman with dark hair sitting with two dogs on either side of her and puppies playing at her feet. In the yard, gazing into a little pond was another woman, this one with strawberry blonde locks piled atop her head, and standing just in front of her was a very familiar little girl, who’s face you saw light up in an instant the very moment she saw the car. 

Remi took off, nearly tripping over her own two feet before she could run after you two. “Ms. Y/N!” She hollered over and over until she reached you, running right into your arms when you crouched down to her level and completely ignored her father. “Missed you.” She nuzzled her little face into the crook of your neck, allowing you to pick her up just as Kirishima walked around to join you. 

“Missed you too, kiddo.” 

“Where’s my hug, huh, little pebble?” He tickled her sides until she threw her arms around his shoulders and climbed over into his arms. 

Two small hands held his face still so she could look right at him. “Thank you for bringing her. Best daddy ever.” Kirishima looked as if he was going to melt right on the spot when his daughter kissed the tip of his nose. “Now c’mon! We gotta take Ms. Y/N to meet gammy and nana!” 

She wiggled and Kirishima took that as his cue to set her down between you two and she wasted no time reaching up expectantly, waiting for each of you to take one of her hands. He wore a small smile when he leaned down a bit so she didn’t have to reach so high and once you accepted her other hand, she happily took off again. 

Introductions were full of warm and welcoming smiles. His parents inviting you into their home, offering drinks in between a handful of questions. 

They knew a little about you, the basics like your name, the fact you and Kirishima worked together, and that you helped Remi in the park. Kirishima explained to them how you knew Bakugo and Midoriya, and you shared your relation to Tamaki. 

“But, you two met completely by accident?” Cara asked when the four of you sat on the front porch. 

You nodded. “That’s right. I’d only been here for about a week, I was taking a break from job hunting in the park.” 

“That was when Remi snuck away to the duck pond,” Kirishima interjected and his Natsumi rolled her eyes. 

“That kid loves her animals.” As if that fact wasn’t obvious the way she was chasing the litter of puppies around the yard at that very moment. 

“I panicked,” Kirishima admitted, “Called the whole gang to try and help me find her when Y/N came up to me with Remi explaining what had happened… just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” 

When he looked your way his eyes were soft. He’d thanked you at least a hundred times so far for what you did that day and he showed no sign of stopping no matter how many times you told him it wasn’t necessary. 

Together you explained how you met again at the train crash, realized the connections between mutual friends, how Bakugo and Midoriya offered you the job at the agency, the highlights. 

But, those late nights in the hospital, the overnight video calls that still were happening, and the date that wasn’t a date… you kept those memories for yourselves. 

Remi came barreling up the wooden steps when Kirishima was telling them about his patrol that day, inquiring about food because she was starving. 

Lucky for the little one, everything was already prepared and just needed to be set out on the table, a task everyone helped with. You moved between the kitchen and dining room, taking in all the little things that made this house into a home. Most notably the artwork that lined the walls, pieces from the many trips Cara and Natsumi had taken together over the years, there was also a plethora of family photos that you made a note to take a closer look at after the meal. 

Remi sat right between you and Kirishima, happily munching on the food her father put on her plate. The food that you gathered on your plate, was absolutely delicious. Fresh vegetables from the garden the family had with a few other options for main dishes. “Eijiro didn’t exactly let us know what you liked to eat, so,” His mom gestured to the table and your heart warmed from the generosity. 

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise with how kind of a man Kirishima was, he had to learn that somewhere. 

You were listening to a story his mum had been telling about a trip they took to Greece a few years ago. She was recalling the many days they spent hiking the Corfu trail, and all the breathtaking sites they got to see along the way. When Remi asked her to tell her about the flamingos they’d seen, you took the opportunity to quietly ask, “Could you pass me a little more of that dipping sauce, Ki— Eijiro?” 

He had a tongue touched smile at your slip up but passed you the sauce without saying another word. 

When the meal was done, bellies happily full and the conversation waning, Eijiro ran a hand across his daughter’s back. “Gotta take a bath t’night, pebble.” She whined and made a face, “I know, I know. Wanna take one here or when we get home?” 

“Neither…” 

He pulled her onto his lap. “You’ve got those fun bath toys here though.” She shook her head. “What if gammy or nana give you a bath?” 

She buried her face into his chest, “Don’t want to.” 

This had become their regular routine ever since Remi’s fear of water set in. She’d put up a good fight, he’d end up bribing her with something, and even then it would be the quickest bath with as little water as possible being used.  

“Eijiro, lemme see that pitcher of water.” He slid it over to you so you could refill your glass, “Kiddo, can you look at me for a second? ‘Remember, water isn’t so scary.” 

Remi turned her head so her cheek was pressed to his chest but her ruby-red eyes were on you. “It is when I can’t see.” 

“Poor baby girl.” His mum cooed. 

But his mom, who’d been taken a few plates into the kitchen, grumbled something much harsher, “Could beat that damn woman…” 

“She’s gone, love, ’s alright.” Cara calmed her wife as the two left the room. 

Eijiro hadn’t found a particularly good time to tell you about Remi’s accident, why she was as scared of water as she was, but with the furrowed brow you had now, he couldn’t really avoid the topic. 

“Rem, we’ll figure this out in a bit. Why don’t you help gammy feed the puppies.” 

Instantly her mood brightened. Hopping right up and seeking out her grandmothers’. 

“I can just pretend like I didn’t hear that…” 

“No, no, it’s alright.” He heaved a sigh, turning in his chair so he could face you. “I’ve taken Remi to that duck park since she was a baby. My ex, Remi’s mother, never liked going. Something about the smell of the place bothering her…” All he could do was shake his head at the ridiculousness of it all. 

“When Remi was three I went away for a week on an assignment out of the country. Phone calls were spotty at best. And Remi was fussy, not sleeping… she missed me. It was all I heard about on the calls we were able to have. My ex decided to take her to the duck park one day to try and calm her down and it kinda worked for a bit.” 

His fists were balled so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. “I, um, I still don’t know exactly what happened but Remi fell into the pond, and rather than ‘getting in that filthy water’ my ex decided to shout for a pro to come help. One came, quickly too, thank gods but, Remi got sick from the water, was in the hospital for a few days.” His eyes couldn’t hold yours anymore. “Ever since then she’s been terrified of being in water, she loves looking at it, just hates being in it or it running down her face in any way.” 

The guilt of not being there for his child was written all over his face. The fact he wasn’t at the hospital within minutes haunted him. And the rage he felt when he realized his baby had been struggling for minutes while his ex just stood by and watched… that hate never left him. 

Your hand covered his and he almost pulled away from the contact. For how close the two of you had become recently, you hadn’t done anything more than exchange a quick hug. But, it felt nice, he couldn’t deny that, it made him relax just a little when your thumb gently brushed across his scarred skin. You had to dip your head to look at him. “You know it wasn’t your fault, right?” 

“I know,” He confirmed with a weak voice, “Still wish I could’ve done something though.” 

Somehow your sad little smile helped to ease the ache within him. “That’s because you’re a really good parent, Eijiro.” His eyes closed and he had to fight the urge to admit how nice it was to hear you say that. “Can I try to help her?” 

His eyes quickly shot open at your offer, “Y-you don’t have to do that but if you wanted to—.” 

“I do want to.” You squeezed his hand before letting it go, reaching for the pitcher of water. “Time to put my quirk to good use.” 

From the window over the sink, he was able to watch you and his mom out on the porch with Remi. His daughter had crawled into your lap with no hesitation. You had the pitcher in front of the three of you and, using your quirk, you drew the liquid up from the container. 

Remi frantically grabbed your hand and made you put the water back but, with a little coaxing from you and his mom, she cautiously allowed you to do it again. 

You brought a small ball of water in front of you both, letting Remi experimentally play with it however she liked. Poking, flicking, and eventually, she plunged her arm right through the thing. 

“She’s really good with her.” His mum noted from beside him, taking in the sight unfolding while she was elbows deep in soapy water, washing off some of the dishes. 

“Yeah, she really is.” 

“Does she have any of her own?” 

He shook his head, “Nope, but, she thinks of Kaio, Tamaki’s boy, like her nephew.” 

She nodded her head in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything more. Eijiro redirected his attention from where you were now making the water into shapes and onto the unusually quiet woman beside him. “Mum… what’s wrong?” 

“It’s nothing, dear, ‘m fine.” 

He flipped the dish towel onto his shoulder and looked right at her. “What happened to ‘we don’t lie in this house’?” 

She sucked in a deep breath, setting a soapy plate back into the warm water. “Eiji, I know you’re grown but I thought we were close.” Quickly he became thoroughly confused because they were close! “It’s just, hearing about your girlfriend from Remi rather than you… it hurts, baby. I thought you would’ve told us yourself.” 

“Wait, wait, no,” He lets out a laugh of relief and takes her by the shoulders, “You— you’ve got the wrong idea! Y/N and I, we aren’t like that, we’re just friends is all.” He pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her wet arms go around his back. “You and mom were the first women I ever loved, please, ya gotta trust me when I say if I’m seeing someone, I will definitely tell you about it.” 

She hugged her son tight and silently wondered to herself; if the two of you weren’t already dating… how long it was going to take? 

With your help, Remi took a bath with very little fuss. 

“Daddy, she used her quirk and kept all the water outta my eyeballs!” She was telling him while he combed out her hair.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah! And then she pulled out all the soapy bubble right out!” 

“Sounds like a pretty big adventure.” His mom was grinning, packing up Remi’s little bag of goodies so the three of you could call it a night.

“Big adventure.” She yawned, tired from the whole ordeal. 

“Think that means we should be on our way.” He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Who’dya wanna sit with while I go grab our leftovers?” 

“Y/N, please.” 

You were sitting beside his mum on the sofa and held your arms open for her. She nuzzled against you but swung her legs, giggling when her nana caught her toes and started to mess with them. 

Eijiro smiled to himself when he heard laughter from the three of you, taking his time to put the containers his mum had packed into a bag.

He knew you’d get along with them just as much as he knew they’d like you, but actually seeing it firsthand brought him so much comfort. 

No matter how much he wished for his ex to get along with his parents, it was never in the cards. They never clicked. No matter what his parents tried to capture her attention, her responses always felt fake, overwhelmingly forced, but with you, it seemed effortless. Like you genuinely were having a good time. He just hoped that was actually true. 

And, before walking out to join you all again, he allowed himself to hope for more nights like these. The chance to make more of these memories with you.

[badkarma-a]

I wish my brain would write.

I wish my brain would write.

I wish my brain would write.

I wish my brain would write.

I wish my brain would write.

I wish my brain would write.

I wish my brain would write.

[badkarma-a]

I don’t think there’s gonna be an update this week, I have no idea where I wanna take the Mikasa book, and I don’t wanna put out a bad chapter just because😭

I have no motivation to write, and I have no idea where I wanna go with ADMIRER. LIKE I HAVE IDEAS, BUT IDK WHO TO GET TO THAT PART ITLL BE LIKE 2-3 CHAPTERS AWAY😭