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Kenma Kozume

Kenma is harassed into getting his nails done fluff, fem!reader, 773 words

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Kenma is harassed into getting his nails done

kenma kozume x fem!reader | fluff | 773 words c/w: skinny shaming (briefly, once)

It’s a weird building, Kenma thinks, as he pulls into the parking lot. Enormous arched glass on a too-pink wall. It hurts his eyes. The entire street does; it’s all so Barbie-like.

He finds the inside is just as pink when he enters. “Time of appointment?”

“Uh, no, I’m just here for my girlfriend.” Where are you? It smells like alcohol in here. Maybe he should just text-

“Kenma!” His eyes whip towards you, as every other set of eyes whip towards him.

“Your boyfriend?” “He’s very pretty.”

“Very pretty.”

“Like a girl.”

Kenma feels himself go rigid. It feels like a family dinner, where every aunt is scrutinizing his long blonde hair. He points backwards with his thumb. “I’ll just uh- wait outside.” Fuck. Why is he so awkward? This is pathetic.

“You sure? I think I’ll be here for another half hour-”

“PICK A COLOUR! PICK A COLOUR!” Cardstock flurries in his face, and he instinctively stumbles backwards. The sheets are shoved into his arms- some land on the floor- and pushy hands are now ushering him into a chair. “Uh, no, actually, I’m just here for my girl-” He’s shoved into a seat- a very plushy one- before it rams into a table, lurching him forwards slightly. He whips up. Are middle-aged women supposed to be this intimidating?

“I’m- uh, I’ll just-”

“Pick a colour.” The sheer intensity of her glare shuts him up.

Fuck, are you laughing?

“Pick a colour, Kenma!” He whips around, affronted. “We can be matching!”

Kenma looks down at your nails-in-progress. Stickered. Sparkly. Kuroo would never let him live it down. “I don’t think I want that.” You smirk, and he knows you know exactly what he’s thinking.

“You have a My Melody keychain.”

He looks down at his hands, still holding his keys. They certainly are adorned with an obnoxious My Melody plush. You won it at an arcade, but couldn’t fit it on your own keys.

“Oh! You should get Pompompurin. He’s yellow, like you.”

“COLOUR!” He snaps back to the woman in front of him, somehow more irritated and somehow more frightening. He cowers. “PICK A COLOUR!”

Is this normal treatment? Is he paying for you to get your nails done or to be harassed and accosted? Because if this is normal he’s not sure he wants you coming to this place anymore-

“Kenma.” Your familiar scent drifts over him, releasing the tension he didn’t know was there. “You can get something simple. What about this?” You pull out a picture on your phone, but he doesn’t really see it, not when he's resting his head on you behind him. “Whatever you think.” Is that a mistake? Will he regret that later?

Thankfully, he doesn’t see the usual devilish smirk on your face, which surely means you’ve taken pity on him. He stares daggers as you walk away, willing you to come back. Why are you ditching him at the boss level? You’re supposed to be a team; this is supposed to be a two-player game.

“Your hands are pretty! Long fingers!”

“Good nail shape. Very healthy.”

“Too soft. You don’t work?”

When did the crowd spawn? And how the fuck did he get roped into this?

—

The next half hour is a blur. Somehow, he weathered the scrutiny of the mob (“too skinny”, “why blonde?”), paid some ungodly sum, and escaped that Barbie dollhouse hell. Fuck. It’s getting dark. He was going to treat you to boba but the shops are closing so he can’t do that. The shops wouldn’t be closed if your appointment wasn’t pushed back- and your appointment wouldn’t have been pushed if that one rude customer hadn’t been late. What’s up with late people anyway? Fuck them. This is why he became a streamer- so he doesn’t have to deal with people. Now he has to drive in the dark- he hates driving in the dark- he’d fucking die if he crashed the car and you flung out the windshield and paralyzed yourself. He’s not going to be responsible for making his girlfriend a paraplegic-

“Kenma. Your face is weird again.”

He’s never treating you to boba again-

“C’mere; I want a picture.” Kenma lets you manipulate his hand into frame, holding yours when you let him. They’re pretty, your nails. They always are, but this time they’re sparkly, catching the light at every turn. His aren’t bad, either. A simple four-point star in the corner of each. And a Pompompurin sticker on one. It’s cute, actually. They’re nice.

“Okay, let’s go.”

He looks back up to the sun. Probably not too late for boba after all.

masterlist

#kenma x reader #kenma fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #nekoma #nekoma x reader #nekoma fluff #kenma #kenma kozume #haikyuu imagines

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Atsumu Miya

Atsumu will not let you win the toothpaste battle fluff, gn!reader, 583 words

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Atsumu will not let you win the toothpaste battle

atsumu miya x gn!reader (implied short) | fluff | 583 words a/n: fighting over who can squeeze out the last bit of toothpaste

“That was delicious, baby. Thanks so much.” Atsumu places a kiss on your cheek as he passes you, placing his bowl in the sink. He’s rinsing it off when you find your way next to him, setting your own bowl under the water. “Can you rinse mine too? Thanks, babe.” He doesn’t get a chance to respond before you shuffle towards the bathroom with suspicious quickness.

You fucking cheat.

You shriek when he picks you up from behind, throwing you over his shoulder. He’s not even fully in the living room when he tosses you over the back of the couch, your flailing body landing onto the masses of throw pillows. He stays only long enough to be sure you’re unhurt (your confirmation comes as a pillow to his head) before he bolts. He won’t grant you the courtesy of fairness. You didn’t grant it to him.

You race close behind, but 'Tsumu isn’t a trained athlete for nothing. He ignores your cries and bribes (“You can have my ice cream sandwich if you stop right now!”) for the real prize, the real goal. His eyes are hyper-focused, his gaze intense. He’s right there, right at the finish line, just one more stretch-

His entire body slams through the bathroom door. His hands scramble to the countertop, snatching that precious, beautiful, mint-in-a-bottle elixir-

“'Tsumu!” You’re at the door only a few seconds later, red-faced and sulking. “That’s not fair. You went first yesterday!” You lunge for his prize, but he snatches it up with trained quickness, sticking out his tongue when you frown harder. “Well, putting aside the fact that you were cheating,” You huff and cross your arms. “I let you win Mario Kart so I deserve this, I would say.”

“You did not let me win; I won off pure talent.”

He points a big, accusing finger at you. “That is a lie, you big liar.” Now you’re desperate, hugging his torso and trying to climb up his frame. Atsumu makes sure you’re watching as he flattens and squeezes the tube just out of reach, forcing out the last, miniscule, barely-usable amount of toothpaste onto the bristles of his brush. He swirls his toothpaste-coated toothbrush in your face with obnoxious smugness and fully cackles when your scowl grows with hatred. He’s so, so triumphant, watching you glower at him until he feels a tug on his wrist-

“WHAT THE HELL-”

You cackle, a difficult feat with his toothbrush in your mouth. He guffaws, but your attention has already left him. He meets your eyes through the mirror, sees the way you’re scrubbing at your teeth- casually, like you’re not engaging in a disgusting, repulsive, plague-producing sin. He’s sure he feels acid force up his throat; it’s nauseating.

“We share spoons all the time; this is fine.”

He absolutely sputters. “This is not a spoon, this is my toothbrush and it’s completely non consensual-”

“Oh you big baby.” His toothbrush is shoved harshly into his mouth. He gags, spit and foam and brush flying, landing in a puddle on the floor. He clutches his throat, mouth open, staring at you, horrified. You only shrug. “It’s yours.” He’s still when you squat down to shuffle through the cabinet under the sink, and he’s voiceless when he sees his newly deceased toothbrush strewn pathetically across the tile. It shoots a new feeling of disgust up his throat; tears- actual, tangible tears- well in his eyes.

“A toothbrush for me, please, while you’re at it.”

masterlist

#atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #inarizaki #inarizaki fluff #inarizaki x reader

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Hi idk you but I just wanted to tell you that your username sounds like that one French dude trying to say "lavender" 😭

I KNOW it's convenient it hides my true intentions

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i luv my husband but didn't want to be bullied <//3

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AA AA first @emmyrosee read my osamu fic and now @ellecdc has read my james fic i am vv excited

i think this means i should end my half month hiatus

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the golden trio (but actually just ron), in the interest of investigation follow their professor as he flirts with a student's mom!!! scandalous

#marauders #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin fluff #sirius black fluff #marauders x reader #marauders fluff #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders imagine

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Osamu Miya

Osamu feeds you when you don't eat fluff, gn!reader, 505 words

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Osamu feeds you when you don't eat

osamu miya x gn!reader | fluff | i'm going back to 505 words cw: reader doesn't have an apetite/doesn't eat much, samu is a lil insistent you eat a/n: this started as haji and godzilla turned samu and shrek. does shrek even bully peasants in the sequel

It’s kind of corny how much Osamu likes Shrek. He stores DVD copies of the entire franchise in the TV stand even though he hasn’t owned a DVD player since 2012. Once, Netflix removed the Shrek holiday special from their service- the one he never even watched- and his comedic fit of outrage had left him huddled on the ground, heartbroken. So it’s only natural that once again, you sit in front of the TV as the opening to, in his words, the unchallenged supreme reigning cinematic masterpiece that is Shrek 2 plays its soundtrack.

“Pause it!” yells Osamu from the kitchen.

“You know it by heart!”

“I know,” Osamu appears beside you, holding two bowls. “But I need the full experience.”

You take a moment to see what he’s made. Oyakodon- a warm, soupy broth of chicken and eggs served over white rice. It looks good, it really does, but you don’t have much of an appetite and you know you probably won’t eat it. Osamu places it in your hands anyway and you don’t have the heart to tell him no, not after he spent an hour in the kitchen for you. “Thank you, 'Samu.”

You’re halfway through the movie when Osamu lifts the bowl from your hands and shifts you into his lap. You don’t notice, not really, because Shrek is in the middle of abusing another peasant and it’s just so perfectly ridiculous you can’t help but be entranced. So you don’t think twice when Osamu whispers a soft open by your ear and you hardly process it when you swallow something down. He does it again and again and again, until you look up and Osamu’s smug, triumphant, holding up another spoonful.

“‘Samu!” You push against his chest and he falls back a little. “I can feed myself, you know.”

“Didn’t look like it.”

“I wasn’t hungry!”

“Ya ate half th’ bowl!”

“You tricked me! Those bites don’t count.”

Osamu laughs. It’s loud and happy and rings in the air- rings over even Shrek’s roars. He grins at you again. “Bite?”

You purse your lips. “No.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re being annoying!”

He swirls the spoon in the air. “Here comes th’ airplane!”

“No, 'Samu!” You beat at him and bury your face into his chest. He laughs, and you hear the clink of porcelain on the coffee table before his arms wrap around you too.

“Ya just hadn’t eaten all day.” Softer this time.

“I know.”

“Need the protein to get big an’ strong!”

“Mhm.”

“So you’ll take another bite?”

You nuzzle further into him, hiding your face. “No.” Silence for a moment. “Maybe.”

Osamu smirks. “It’s really good, ya know.”

You sigh, releasing yourself from his chest. You reach for the spoon and let the rice fall onto your tongue. The chicken is tender, the eggs delicate, and the subtlety of scallions paired with the salty broth create a comforting taste in your mouth. “It is good, ‘Samu.” You mean it.

“I am an amazing chef.” It’s true.

“... Bite?”

masterlist

#osamu miya #miya osamu #osamu x reader #osamu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #inarizaki #inarizaki fluff #inarizaki x reader

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James Potter

James is ecstatic when you gain weight fluff, gn!reader, 317 words

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James is ecstatic when you gain weight

james potter x gn!reader | fluff | 317 words cw: mentions of weight, scales, implied ed a/n: based off of this short!

James is making his pre-workout smoothie when he realizes you’ve been in the bathroom for quite a while. That’d be okay, except now he’s sure he can hear you stepping on and off the scale. It worries him. “Lovie? You alright?”

He's glad to see you’re grinning when you open the door. You’re bouncing up and down, biting your lip, so excited you’re about to burst- it’s adorable but the silence is driving him mad. “What’s got you so happy, huh?”

Your energy escapes as a burst of laughter as you come barreling towards him, and James is prepared when you leap into his arms- he always is- twirling you above his head before hugging you to his chest. You’re giggling like mad, so he’s giggling like mad; his arms go weak and he thinks he might drop you. Suddenly, you stop laughing and cup his cheeks. James opens his eyes and gets a good look at your face- entirely alight- and grins even harder. “Jamie! I gained weight!”

“Aw, lovie!” James twirls you in the air again, giving you a little toss this time. “Oh, my love, I’m so proud of you!”

Your eyes are shining. “Can you tell?”

“Oof-” James loosens his grip, and you squeal while clutching him all the more closer. “Oh, you’re so heavy now; I don’t think I can hold you.” He falls to his hands and knees so you’re hanging just above the floor. You give a little shriek before falling, and James hovers over you, giggling all the while. Again, your hands find his face.

“It’s because you’re such a good cook, Jamie.”

He lowers to kiss your nose. “Must be.”

“Which is why you should cook dinner tonight.”

James hoists you back up with an exaggerated oomph. He rubs your thighs affectionately. “I would, sweetheart, but I just can’t get over the taste of your burnt eggs.”

masterlist

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fluff #james potter imagine #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders fluff #marauders fandom #marauders imagine #marauders fic #hp marauders

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Mmm, hi, are you new here? Or is it like your other account? Btw nice to find your account. Love your marauders one (remus ass hanging for his life, lol)

Wanna ask something, you have req rules. does that mean you allow us to send requests, or are you still preparing your account?

Sorry if my words sound rude

this is my second acc but the first one is just one of those mass reblog libraries ykyk? i've had it for years but never did anything but reblog so i'm figuring out how things work as i go. this entire blog is actually just a @luveline ripoff oops

you can send reqs fs! i see how the wording must've been confusing; i've since changed it.

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poly!marauders

Remus betrays Sirius for a cuddle and nap fluff, gn!reader, 191 words

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Remus betrays Sirius for a cuddle and a nap

poly!maruaders x gn!reader (but it's actually just wolfstar) | fluff | 191 words cw: none

“Look Moons, the babies are sleeping.”

Remus raises his gaze from his book to see his two lovers snuggled up with one another on the couch. James lay on his back, one arm cushioning his head and the other holding you to his chest. He’s snoring, as he does, and your head rises and falls to the rhythm of his breaths.

Remus claps his book shut and hands it to Sirius curled up beside him. Sirius’ brows furrow as if he were presented with an alien object, which- well, perhaps he was. He’s soon distracted when Remus stands from the armchair- his boyfriend whines and grabs at him- and moseys across the living room. Despairingly, Sirius watches as Remus slides his arm under James’ body and adds his own legs to the entanglement of limbs.

“Moony- Moony!” Sirius whisper-shouts, upper body splayed pathetically on the floor. “Moony come here; I’m cold; there’s no space for you anyway.”

“Nonsense.” Remus replies, as his entire butt falls off the edge of the couch.

Sirius huffs indignantly. He glares a moment before opening Remus’ book, tossing the bookmark but noting the page number. “Traitor.”

masterlist

#remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader fluff #james potter x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader fluff #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #marauders x reader #marauders #poly!marauders x reader fluff #marauders fluff #wolfstar #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar fluff #poly!wolfstar x reader #poly!wolfstar

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Touya makes you breakfast in bed

touya todoroki x reader | fluff | 339 words cw: reader is called "doll"

Touya opens the door to your bedroom holding a bowl and spoon in his hands. He’s careful with his footsteps and tries not to make the door squeak- unsuccessfully- as he patters over to you in bed.

“G’morning, doll.”

You turn over in the sheets, eyes still closed but groaning in response. Touya places the bowl onto the side table and caresses your face with infinite tenderness, brushing over your cheek where an eyelash has fallen. Your eyes flutter open as he kisses your forehead, and he can’t help the stupid grin that spreads when he meets your eyes, when he realizes he’s the first thing you see in the morning.

“I made breakfast.”

Hardly- a scoop of rice with a side of eggs and vegetables. He never learned how to cook so it’s slightly charred- a fact he’s nervously aware of. He’s soothed when you take slow bites anyway and takes your approval as an invitation to snuggle into your lap, eyes closed. It’s deserved, he thinks, after all the hard work he’s put into being a good boyfriend. At your tap to his lips, he obediently opens, a ball of rice falling onto his tongue. It’s sour. What did he do to make it sour?

At your giggle, he opens his eyes and sees you holding up a slice of rolled omelette, cut and shaped into a little heart.

“My mum used to do it for me.”

And it’s so stupid, he thinks, so stupid that somehow you can make him so soft, so giggly, so willing to do stupid things like kiss you awake and talk about his mum and cut your eggs into little hearts. It’s so stupid that you can make him bend like that, but it’s stupider that it’s so easy when it’s you.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” you ask, holding up a whole, uncooked asparagus.

In signature Touya suaveness, “I can chew it up and regurgitate it for you.”

“Gross, Touya.”

“Penguins do it all the time.”

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#touya x reader #touya x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x gn!reader #touya fluff #todoroki touya fluff #touya todoroki fluff #dabi fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha headcanon #bnha fanfic #bnha fic #bnha blurb #bnha drabble #mha imagine

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touya todoroki

Touya makes you breakfast in bed fluff, gn!reader, 339 words

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req rules

will write: - fem!reader, gn!reader - fluff, angst, (reverse) comfort - AU's (rockstar, modern, royal, etc.) - reader personalities (ditzy, sunshine, grumpy, etc.) - suicide/self-harm mentions, but not in detail won't write: - male!reader - NSFW - gore/violence