#im not doing full fic requests but i will occasionally do mini fics like this

[impossiblesuitcase]

hii, i don't know if you still accept requests, but i love your writing and as a huge TLC fan i would really like to read something like Kai finding out he was Cinder's first kiss, it's just an idea but i think it would be so cute!!

"Tell me," he begged, his hands slipping down her waist as she scrambled to escape.

"No!" Cinder tried in vain to wriggle away, but on this couch that was definitely not meant for two, she was pinned under Kai's weight.

"Why not?" he pleaded, eyes sad and mouth pouty. "I told you mine."

Hearing the dejection, she stilled. Looking up at him, she bit her lip, stroking her metal hand along the stubble on his 3-day post shave jaw.

She was cursing herself internally. Sure, Kai had been the one to suggest they play hooky and spend their afternoon watching netdramas instead of writing legislative briefs. Sure, Kai had been the one to choose a D-Grade retelling of their love story, "The Key to My Metal Heart." They'd turned it off after twenty-minutes because Cinder swore if she had to see 'herself' moan about how she had 'always been' desperate for a boyfriend, she would shoot someone. The writers, maybe. Herself. Her mean husband for torturing her in the first place.

Kai had done all this. But when the Kai onscreen tearfully confessed that he'd never even kissed a girl, Cinder had been the one to ask Kai to verify his first kiss. And so, naturally, he reciprocated the question.

He frowned, deflating. "I won't you make fun of you, if that's why you won't tell me."

She looked away. "It's embarrassing."

"The Kai in the movie said he had such bad body odour that girls would run away from him. It can't be that embarrassing."

When she looked to the coffee table, averting her gaze, Kai changed his tactic, wrapping his arms around her in a hug instead of a hold. He smushed his cheek against hers.

"It was you," she murmured.

At this admission, he turned his head, casting her a quizzical glance. "What's wrong with that?"

She shuffled back into the pillows. "You didn't kiss me back."

After a moment, he barked out a laugh. "Cinder, you kissed me in front of the entire ballroom of people after telling me Levana was going to kill me. I was understandably confused."

She scrunched her nose. Kai shifted, releasing her from his arms and kissed that nose. "I promise I wanted to. You just surprised me. You're good at that."

"You mean it?"

"Is your lie detector flashing?"

Seeing no orange light, she smiled, assuaged. "I should've told you it was someone else. To make you jealous."

"You loser."

But this time when she kissed him, he was definitely kissing her back.

[megan-is-mia]

so uh im relly into the octavinelle and geartslaybul dorm x darling fics you've done, can we plllllz have a diasomnia one? with the same prompt as the others?

(Well why the fuck not? At this rate I might end up making this into a mini series and do the rest of the dorms without them being requested) 23. “Some people just aren’t meant to take care of themselves.” (Yandere! Diasomnia Dorm x Fem! S/o) Ever since she was little, (Y/n) knew there was something wrong with her. She didn’t know exactly what that wrong was until her red thread first manifested. Supposedly at the other end of the red thread around her little finger would be her soulmate. Only there was something very off about her thread, for in actually it was not a thread but in fact four threads woven together like a fine silken rope. Such an occurrence was unprecedented and she was advised to keep it all hush-hush. (Y/n) was resigned to live out a life of loneliness, a life where she’d never meet her soulmate. Until fate itself intervened when it sent her tumbling through her bedroom mirror and into a whole new world full of magic and adventure called Twisted Wonderland. At first (Y/n) thought she’d never grew used to this strange land. Though as the months went by, she forged new friendships and even became part of the inner circle of the Diasomnia dorm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy, with thoughts about her shameful secret far from her mind. (Y/n) would pay the price for her carelessness sooner than she would have liked one brisk winter afternoon. She’d gone over to the Diasomnia dorm with the sole intent of working on homework with Sebek. Everything was as it should be until she felt a sudden squeezing sensation on her pinky before her red threads burst into reality. Her eye followed the path of the threads, seeing them split up into four different directions. The nearest one was attached to Sebek’s finger. The boy’s mouth was agape with alarm and for once in his life he was silent. The silence didn’t last long though and soon the young fae was yelling at the top of his lungs. The racket of his panicked hollering roused Silver from his slumber in a chair nearby revealing that there was a thread on his finger as well. Sebek’s shrieks rang across the dorm, grabbing the attention of both Malleus and Lilia who teleported into the common room to see what was wrong. (Y/n) was horrified to see that her remaining two threads were connected to both men. After the initial shock wore off, the girl moved to her feet intent on leaving before being knocked out with a sleeping spell by Malleus. As she drifted back to wakefulness, (Y/n) swore she could hear her name being repeatedly spoken. All while it felt like something was petting her head and something was resting on her legs. When her eyes finally opened, she immediately wished she’d kept them shut. Lilia and Malleus both had their backs to (Y/n) as they continued discussing what they were going to do with her. A quick glance upwards answered (Y/n)’s question about the petting sensation: Sebek was running his fingers through her hair. His attention was utterly focused on the two older fae and their conversation. A glance downwards answered her question about the weight on the lower half of her body: revealing that Silver has decided to use her legs as a pillow. The girl squeezed her eyes shut, both as a way to cut herself off from her current situation and in an effect to forestall the tears that were threatening to fall. The sounds of chattering fading and a shadow looming overhead made her eyes pop open more. The tears (Y/n)’d been trying to hold back finally rushing down her cheeks as Malleus stared at her with a thoughtful expression. The dragon-fae silently scooped her up, removing her from his retainers’ grasp. Malleus began walking towards his room, holding (Y/n) close to his chest as he muttered soothing words and kissed away the tears on her cheeks. By the time the pair had reached the bedroom, the young woman had cried herself to sleep. When she next awoke, Malleus had curled himself around her like a snake and would have stayed like that forever if they didn’t have to go to classes. Despite being in a lower grade than the dragon-fae, she was not allowed to leave his side the entire day. When they returned to Diasomnia for the evening she was handed off to Lilia who cheerfully dragged her off to his room. The moment the door was shut he was digging his fangs into her neck as he hummed softly. The vampiric fae’s soft voice was enough to lull her to sleep despite the pain of having her blood sucked. When morning came, she awoke to a sore neck and a very smug fae snuggled up to her ready to mark her up some more before it was time for school. Again she was forced to remain by her captor’s side instead of going to her own classes. It wasn’t as bad as the previous day, Lilia provided running commentary that (Y/n) couldn’t resist the occasional smile at. Classes eventually let out and when clubs were over as well, it was time to go home. (Y/n) was passed over to an only half-conscious Silver and spend that evening trying catch up on the homework she’d missed with the second-year’s sleeping head on her shoulder. Eventually, she gave up trying and resigned herself for the day by joining him in bed. The next morning she woke up to the boy’s head buried between her breasts and his arm wrapped tight around her waist. Nothing she did could rouse him from his slumber and so she lay there awake but trapped until well past noon. When Silver finally woke up, he seemed desperate to make up for the time he’d lost in sleep, fussing over (Y/n) and mumbling unhappily to himself about oversleeping. (Y/n) was almost relieved to see Sebek that evening when he appeared in the doorway of Silver’s room and announced that it was his turn with her before hauling her off to his room. Her relief disappeared the moment she was in the young-fae’s room and he got all touchy-feely with her as he explained the homework she’d missed. Sebek was intent on helping her with the work even though she insisted she was fine. (Y/n) made the mistake of yawning and was forced to lay down in bed as the young-fae made himself cozy behind her. The sun was barely up when the young woman found herself dragged out of bed to finish their work. When it was time to leave for class she was allowed to go to her classes for the first time in days, but only because Sebek was in the same grade as her. With the end of that school day came the end of her time with her fellow first year and her being handed back to the head of Diasomnia. This became the new normal of her life, being passed between the four men like a ball. Every so often her suffering was increased when all of them agreed to dote on her for the day. She tried asking once, why they had chosen to do this to her. The raw affection that was in their voices as they responded “Some people just aren’t meant to take care of themselves” was almost enough to break her into submission right then and there... THE END

[mizunetzu]

May I request something anything fluffy with male reader with Sero and/or Kenma if u want to od just one of them pls Sero im desperate for him QAQ

Okokokso I was GONNA do drabbles, but I kinda went a little over board with them, so they’re kinda mini fics?? Like they aren’t as long as my usual fics but it’s longer that what people call a Drabble? I’m def proud of them so pls pls enjoy

Seros is under the cut, and kenmas is under seros !

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Sero x reader - Interesting

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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First days of school were always kinda rough.

No one knew anyone, nor what anyone’s quirk was. You had power until someone found out you had a stupid quirk-or no quirk at all. It was an unfair hierarchy yet to be overthrown.

“Ne ne-Mina-Chan, right?” A soft spoken, (h/c) boy piped up as he walked towards Minas seat. Even if he was on the softer side, that wouldn’t stop him from making a friend or two.

Mina chuckled and gave (y/n) a short, animated, description of her quirk. It was acid apparently, and had nothing to do with her looks.

Sero absentmindedly followed (y/n) around the classroom as he asked people what their quirk was. He was hoping he’d miss him. He didn’t want someone to comment on how he got into the hero course with a boring quirk like hi-

“You’re Sero-kun, right?”

Seros blood ran cold. He shifted in his seat to face the boy standing beside him, arms resting on the back of his chair. He was awfully close, and his hard, but soft gaze seemed to make him melt into his seat. He didn’t know why though. It was probably due to the fact that he was about to disappoint him with his quirk.

“Yeah...that’s me alright. What can I do you for?” Sero jabbed a fist into his chest, trying to seem as cool as possible to make up for everything else. (Y/n) smiled.

“I was wondering, since I saw something kinda bulking out of your elbow sleeves. What’s you quirk, Sero-Chan?”

Damn, already with the ‘Chan’? The black haired boy gulped and pulled up his sleeve. “Well-I can shoot tape out of my elbows. It’s nothing interesting, I know...I’ve heard it plenty of times...”

Sero ripped a small piece of tape off from his elbows, and stuck it onto (y/n’s) blazer. He hadn’t met his eyes yet, fully expecting him to be disappointed or underwhelmed. Instead, he felt a finger lift his chin up to face the boy standing in front of him.

“I think your plenty interesting, Sero-chan.”

It was only now that Sero seemed to notice how the morning, sleepy light flooded into the classroom, making (y/n) glisten and glow like an angel infront of him. His finger was still on his chin, but he was harboring a soft, clad smile, full of genuine interest and kindness.

The raven haired boy broke out from his trance when (y/n) peeled off the tape from his button up and stuck it tentatively onto Seros nose. He flinched slightly, before his cheeks burned a pinkish color and (y/n) ruffled his soft, black hair.

“I’ll see you later, yeah? Let’s eat lunch together.” And with that, (y/n) walked away, probably to ask the boy with the glasses what his quirk was. Or maybe the girl with the earphone jack ears.

Sero knew that he were probably just being nice, but he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit special. He felt the genuine admiration flow from his voice as he smiled warmly at him, and complimented him.

He peeled the piece of white tape from his nose, holding it close to his face for a long minute. He chose to ignore the pounding, fluttery feeling in his chest as he stuck the piece of tape onto the edge of his table.

That single, offhanded compliment was how the ever-plain, flushed, Sero hanta, became hooked.

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Kenma x reader - I Like You

⚠️warnings - weepy kenma, none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Quiet was always kinda nice, especially for Kenma. Not so much (y/n) though.

Kenma sat propped up against his pillow, playing on his tv with the controller resting on his lap. (Y/n) sat across from him, sprawled out on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. When Kenma said he wanted (y/n) to come over, he expected them to yknow...actually hangout together.

After another minute of deafening silence, with the occasional ring of kenmas video game, (y/n) decided he could take no more. He wanted cuddles, damnit.

“...say, Kenma,” (y/n) heard a pause chime in Kenmas game, taking that as his cue to continue.

“Do you love me?”

There was more silence, before the pudding head looked away bashfully. “Mm...you already know it, right....”

“Well...yes,” (y/n) looked at Kenma, holding a neutral expression. “But I wanna hear your say it.”

There was more silence, before (y/n) took matters into his own hands. He hoisted Kenmas arm up, earning a small yelp, and crawled on top of him, holding his own body weight with his arms as to not crush his boyfriend. He then tucked his arms in between both their chests nimbly once he knew both of them were comfortable.

(Y/n) forced Kenma to look at him, but he shifted his head to the side, slightly whipping his hair onto the boys face. Kenmas hands, having discarded the game controller long ago, brought his hands to wrap around the boys torso in front of him, even if he wasn’t looking at him. (Y/n) eyed his arms gently.

“Y’know...with physical body language and stuff, you have proof you’re liked,” Kenma held his head to the side, but he listened intently at his boyfriends soft words. “It’s super easy to understand.”

“It can be convenient at times, but you can also immediately understand people’s change of feelings. It’s very scary.”

(Y/n) laid his head on Kenmas shoulder, humming quietly before going on with his rant. “But-I told you countless times that I like you properly.”

Kenmas blush deepened with everytime he recalled (y/n) randomly professing his love for him, whether it be on the court, smiling and dicking around like an idiot, or more calmly when he’s walking home with him and Kuroo.

(Y/n) lifted his head to look at Kenma with a heart wrenching smile.

“I do that, because saying ‘I like you’ to the guy I like, makes me super happy!”

He untucked an arm from underneath him and touched Kenmas face scarcely. “Don’t you think that?”

Kenma finally faced (y/n), gripping the arm holding his cheek with furrowed brows and a blush. While he did face (y/n), he didn’t look at him, opting to take interest in a patch of dust just outside his window.

They stayed like that for awhile, until Kenma brought his gaze up the the boy on top of him, who was look at him patiently, with soft, kind eyes.

“I...” Kenmas flushed face couldn’t be any redder. “I like you...”

Kenma kept repeating those words, in various ways such as “I like you so much” or “I..I like you, (y/n)”. He kept at it until his mouth ran dry, all the moisture draining and expelling itself in the form of tears brinking at the corners of his eyes. They taunted him like flames licking at the corners of his pretty face, threatening to spill, if Kenmas throat had not closed up and let him say “I like you” one more time.

Panic hit (y/n) like a truck as he spazzed out on top of his weepy boyfriend. “A-ah! Wait no no no no-I didn’t mean that I was like-mad at you or anything! I was just ranting and stuff oh god-“

He wrapped his arms around kenmas neck, nuzzing into his side with tears forming in his own eyes. “Kenmaaaaa, aaaah Kenma-chan I’m shooo showwyyy!”

Kenma dried his eyes. It was silent again, with the sound of sniffles echoing across the quiet room. Kenma shifted once more, to face his boyfriend, and wrap his arms around him, forgetting about his game or his tear stained face entirely.

“Tears make me tired...” he mumbled, drawing the boy closer. “I want cuddles.”

(Y/n), now happy again, obliged and wrapped his arms and legs around him. The quiet background music of kenmas game played in a non irritating loop, eventually lulling the two boys to sleep.

Hm. I guess (y/n) got his cuddles after all.

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