6:32am ☆ Miya Atsumu

may i request a spiderman!kazuha ?? like imagine him knocking on your window to steal u from ur bedroom oh my god.

SPIDERMAN KISSES. kaedehara kazuha

dating the crime fighting hero himself.

ft. kaedehara kazuha x genderneutral reader.

warnings : fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and bruises (not in detail), mentions of falling.

sticky note : SPIDERMAN KAZUHA I HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE !!! cr to @kazewhara for the "i won't let you fall" part :] also warning this is extremely long,,, uve been warned !!

genshin impact taglist : @irethepotato @cxlrose @avienrose @sohyuki @tb3ih @rqkuya @datu-tadhana @dyedmomijis @dvlfyo @lynnforever @solaxena

pre-relationship.

you're kazuha's first everything. first friend, first crush, first heartbreak, everything. the first time he met you, you'd asked about what he was writing.

he was the new kid, quiet at the back of class, constantly dozing off or looking out the window.

so when you approached him first, he was honestly really surprised, and when you'd asked about his poetry and listened to his rambling, it honestly made his entire month :((

ever since you then, you've been attached by the hip. even at school, he's always been with you, whispering jokes in the middle of class and laughing as you attempt to hide from the teacher.

when he isn't at home, he's almost always at your house, at this point it's a second home to him.

he's practically your un-official roommate at this point. kazuha has to constantly move apartments, and jobs, so the only stability he has is you.

i think kazuha would be the first one to fall between the two of you. at first it's just a small crush, hopeless pining since the two of you were kids.

except everytime he makes an attempt to tell you, or even hint at it, it goes over your head.

you're so oblivious it PAINS him. you're literally cuddling in your bed and you STILL go "we're best friends!"

so for most of your friendship, he's quietly pining, having to stand by as you go on dates, as people ask you out, as you get into relationships! he supports you, even if it's not with him.

when kazuha first gets bitten, his first instinct is to call you and tell you everything. it's like the moment he gets home, he's already dialing your number to tell you about what a day he's had.

you're his best friend, he tells you literally everything. which is why it pains him so much having to keep his identity a secret.

it doesn't help that he SUCKS at keeping secrets. every time he lies, you always, ALWAYS know, it's honestly scary.

kazuha doesn't even know how he managed to keep it under wraps this whole time.

he hates lying to you. it puts a pit in his stomach whenever he does it, but he has to.

eventually, he just starts plain avoiding you because he's sure he wouldn't be able to look you in the eye without spilling everything.

he doesn't sit next to you at school, bee-lining straight to the restroom or to an empty classroom everytime you try to approach him.

he doesn't even reply to your texts anymore, despite you literally BRIBING him.

you: ill buy u,, lunch ,, for the month,, pls reply :(

you: did i do anything wrong? you need to tell me, kazuha.

not talking to you was the hardest thing he's had to do in his LIFE. kazuha has to constantly assure himself that you'll be better off without him, or that he's doing the right thing by protecting you.

i think the breaking point for him would be after one of his first, real battles, he's bruised and sure he has a bleeding nose, but the only thing he can think of is seeing you.

it's 2 am and before he can stop himself, he's already at your bedroom window, watching you work at your desk.

honestly, he wasn't even planning on knocking, kazuha just wanted to look at you for a moment before he had to go home.

but when you looked back at him, he JUMPED out of his skin, nearly falling off your fire escape.

your first instinct was to laugh, but it eventually grew into concern when he didn't reply, you opened your window to peer outside

at that point, kazuha's too deep in to just leave now, so when you offer him a hand, he takes in.

the second he's inside your room, he practically collapses into you. kazuha buries his face into your neck because oh my god he's in your room again and you're hugging him, he forgets he hasn't removed his mask.

"i love you, i love you so much [name.]"

"uhm—spiderman? im? flattered, but im already interested in someone??"

at first he's dejected, mumbling apologies for waking you up and bothering you, crying into the crook of your neck until it finally clicks.

spiderman?

OH SPIDERMAN!

"wait nono—not as spiderman! i meant—agh."

kazuha takes off his mask quickly, then panicks when he realizes what he just did and tried to put in back on and—

you'll have to hold him by his wrists to get him to calm down and not jump out your window.

"where were you?—i mean it wasn't my business but you just stopped talking to me and i was so worried?? and you're spiderman?? i thought maybe i said something?? or you'd gotten hurt and i didn't get to say i love you and—"

kazuha's barely listening when you make him sit down on your bed, gazing up at you with a sheepish smile as you scold him, bandaging his wounds.

when you're finally done with your rant, he's just staring at you. not even trying to hide it, just flat out staring with an unconscious smile on his face.

"you didn't get to say i love you?"

"what."

kazuha laughs, and you don't know how much you missed his laugh until you've heard it again.

he gets up, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief for the first time in a while.

"i love you. i love you, i love you—i love you so much."

he whispers, and you wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't so close to you ear, he said it under his breath, like you were the only person he'd ever want to tell.

during the relationship.

MY GOD HE'S SO ANNOYING

ever since you said you loved him back he's been quietly teasing you for it, as if he didn't confess first.

he's at your apartment more often that he is at his ACTUAL house that you're convinced he's a hermit.

kazuha is either home wayy before you are, or home really late at night.

you'd come home and he's already asleep in your bed, or writing at your desk and he's just ",,, welcome home :D ,, haha,," while you sigh.

or sometimes you come in and he's literally bleeding to death on your windowsill and his only excuse is "i didn't want to get blood on ur bed :("

he calls you his personal nurse whenever you patch him up, mumbling about his day or asking about yours.

i think despite everything, kazuha really doesn't know how he got someone like you.

sometimes, really late at night, he whispers poems and phrases that remind him of you, because despite everything, kazuha doesn't want to cry in front of you.

maybe sometimes he'll slip up and let a few tears shed, but he quickly wipes them and tries to change the topic or simply leave whenever it happens.

you'll have to assure him that he's safe with you, and you wouldn't think for him any differently.

pls do he'll cry but it's actually happy tears

everytime he knocks on your window, he's always EXTREMELY tired, hugging you and dragging you into bed, knocking out as soon as he's sure you're comfortable.

kazuha's always guilty that he has so much to juggle that he tries his best to give you little gifts or notes whenever he can so that you don't miss him when he's gone.

things like sticky notes on your laptop and notebooks, or love letters in between the pages of your textbook, or small bouquets of flowers with handwritten cards attached to them.

he signs them with a spider and a leaf and thinks he's being SOO sneaky acting like he's surprised you got any.

"kazuha, thank you for the flowers earlier."

"flowers???? :O !! ppffftt i didn't get you flowers,,,, you have a secret admirer!!"

but really the only secret admirer is him, constantly staring at you in class and stealing kisses in the hallways

after school kazuha likes taking you on small dates, things like study dates or simply just falling asleep together are his favorites.

sometimes he gets really jittery when he's in one place for too long, but he also hates leaving you so sometimes he lets you come with him to swing around the city!

it's something about feeling like you're flying, one with the wind. (hehe)

he's laughing the entire time as you clutch onto him. planting kisses on the top of your head when he can.

"we haven't even started yet—are you sure?"

has the biggest smile on his face when you agree, even if you can't see it from behind the mask. he's super giggly, partly because of his nerves and because he gets to show you something he enjoys.

although he teases you alot during, he's really attentive. constantly checking if you're okay or if he should stop on some person's roof for a breather.

he can't tell if you're screaming out of pure terror or because of the adrenaline, but he's sure to tighten his grip on your waist anyway.

"KAZU—spiderman if you drop me ill haunt you!! so bad!! >:(!!"

i swear you nearly screamed his full name to the entire city

"don't worry! i won't let you fall— ill always be there to catch you."

he giggles and his breath is hot against your skin, kazuha wants to tease you, but with the grip you have around his neck he can't bring himself to.

instead he just enjoys having you so close to him.

"open your eyes! it's beautiful here."

he whispers but honestly wouldn't hold it against you if your eyes stayed shut the entire time.

when you both finally get down, he gets super surprised if you ask to go again, the adrenaline making you bounce around the room.

you both end up going a few more times before he finally puts a stop to it, saying he's too sleepy to go back and you both have school in the morning.

also!! also also spiderman kisses!!! are his favorite!!

kazuha likes surprising you when he's about to leave for patrol by just randomly popping upside-down in front of you and letting you take his mask off

sometimes, he gets too embarrassed to ask for it, or he likes teasing you, but instead of asking or leaning in he just taps his lip until you get the idea.

but tell him he looks stupid upside down and he'll get grumpy and initiate it himself.

overall, spiderman! kazuha,, sigh,, what a guy ‹3,,,

WORTH BEING SECOND BEST ♡ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

ingredients? perhaps being “second best” and not having other people crowding him all the time had its perks. what’s it? fluff allergen warning/s? delves into iwaizumi’s insecurities and the stuff he doesn’t project outwardly so maybe he’s a lil ooc. sugar level? 2.3k regulars? @hanayanetwork @tahonet @tokyometronetwork​ parlor’s note? iwaizumi, along with eita who i can’t shut up about are so underrated ugh.

bon appetit!

iwaizumi’s been oikawa’s friend for more or less a good fifteen years now and as such, he’s come to the conclusion that there are pros and cons to holding the title of oikawa toru’s best friend.

the pros? one, toru’s entertaining. whether it be with his latest gossip that he may or may not have gotten from a fangirl who snitched on their friend just to gain his attention for a few measly seconds or him hitting himself in the head with the volleyball trying to better his serve, oikawa always knew how to make iwaizumi feel happy (and worried, but that’s just part of the Oikawa Toru’s Friend Experience, he reckons).

two, he’s genuine, even if it may not seem like that to some people. if he smirks at the rival team’s captain, telling him they’re gonna be the one headed to nationals, that’s what he’s planning to do. if he tells them to do their best, oikawa wants them to do their best as he’s aware that the competition will sharpen him to be better. if he thanks a fanboy for the cookies he’s baked for him, he’s actually thankful. while the fan may be thinking that this is his movie moment, that the oikawa toru is going to be his boyfriend and oikawa doesn’t really think much of the sweet gesture, he still actually appreciates it. besides, since after the breakup with his last girlfriend, oikawa wasn’t really into the dating scene during high school, much too focused on finally defeating and humiliating shiratorizawa or ushijima wakatoshi in general.

and three, the one he cherishes the most is how they’re like-minded people, both hardworking and studious. the brunette man never led him astray, never became a bad influence - at least not to the point of it becoming an issue - and never nagged him to just have fun. they both cared about their performances, polishing it to the best they can because like he said, talent is something to nurture and wisdom is something to hone. he probably wouldn’t be as good at his profession as he is now without oikawa, but that’s not something he’s going to tell the man. there’s no need for him to blow up his friend’s ego even more.

the cons? he wants to say there’s a lot, but to him, there really isn’t much of those. not subjectively speaking anyways. he loves oikawa, he’s his best friend and though he objectively had flaws, there weren’t flaws to hajime because it made him him.

that being said, there are still two the bugged him to death.

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February 22nd, 2022 (2/22/22) falls on a Tuesday, making it 2’s day

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cant wait to pull for nahida!!

Ugly Crier (Vil)

In which Vil is acting a bit... odd.

Event request for @gerako8bit ! The prompts you chose were really fun to work with, it was great trying to piece them together, and I’m rather happy with the outcome.

2.9k, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, more pining because why not, there’s a smidge of noncon kissing but it’s addressed

Original prompt: “Are you crying?” + wiping away tears + lipstick + bubbling, pink potion

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Rook: Je suis désolé, mon ami! I am so sorry!

You blinked and rubbed your eyes, trying to make sure you were reading Rook’s text correctly. Nope, you were sure, that’s exactly what it said. More than a little worried, you hurried to text back.

You: for what??? what’s wrong????

Rook: C’est le Roi de Poison… Ahhhh, je suis désolé!!

Okay, now you were even more freaked out.

You: what?????? what’s wrong with vil???????

You waited for a moment after you sent the text, and sure enough, the little receipt marking that he’d opened and read your message popped up. Yet, a few more minutes passed, and he still didn’t respond.

Epel paused and turned around to look at you, curious as to why you’d stopped walking. He immediately took note of the furrow in your brow and hurried over, peering over your shoulder to look at your phone and read what you’d been typing.

“...Vil? What’s up with him?” He asked. “He was fine this morning.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” You chewed your lip. “Something tells me magic was involved, and from what it sounds like, it’s less than ideal.”

The familiar clacking of high heels against the tile floor approaching made you both look up. Epel let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank the Seven it’s you, Vil,” he said. “We were getting worried.”

Vil stopped in front of you and cocked his head. “Worried? Why ever so?”

“We got this really weird text from Rook,” you explained, showing him the screen. “He didn’t give us any context, so we really didn’t know what was happening.”

To your surprise, he took a long stride forward until you were practically chest-to-chest, and you stumbled back. He leaned over you, smirking. “You were so worked up over me? How touching…”

With gentle fingers, he caressed your jaw, tilting your chin up gently and staring deep into your eyes. You shot a panicked side glance to Epel, who looked equally as freaked out as you were at Vil’s sudden touchiness.

“Uh, are you sure you’re okay, Vil?” You asked. “You’re not usually this… affectionate.”

Your words made him frown and he immediately reeled back, eyebrows pinching and looking positively wounded. “You don’t like it…?”

“No! No,” you rushed, wanting to see the pained expression gone from his face as soon as possible. “It just caught me off guard, that’s all.”

Like a switch was flipped, Vil stepped back up to you and snaked a hand around your waist with a small smile. “Oh, thank goodness, darling. You had me scared for a moment.”

‘Darling’? You looked at Epel who simply shrugged, wide-eyed as he watched the scene unfold.

Vil suddenly tugged you until you were pressed flush against him, as if you two weren’t close enough in proximity already. He put his lips next to your ear, voice unusually breathy and sensual. “May I walk you to class?”

You had to suppress the shiver that ran down your spine. “Uh, sure, I guess.”

He wasted no time in tugging you along, taking a glance at you as he walked every few moments or so. When you looked closer at his face, you saw that he was wearing a bit more makeup than usual, the most prominent being the deep pink lipstick.

“Is something important happening today?” You asked.

He looked at you, confused. “No, why?”

You shrugged and looked at the floor, wanting to avoid the sheer intensity of his gaze. “You just seem a lot more done-up than usual. I mean, not that you usually aren’t, but I guess today it really stuck out to me.”

Vil blushed, a shade of pink almost as deep as his lips. It was so unlike him; he looked downright bashful. “It’s always important if you’re involved. I want to look my best for you, after all.”

Holy shit, what is happening? You screamed internally as you tried your best to keep yourself calm and composed. “O-oh, thank you, Vil, but you didn’t have to. I always think you look amazing.”

He suddenly stopped, staring at you. “...Really?”

“Yes, of course, I-” you were cut off as Vil suddenly pushed you against the wall, being careful enough not to knock your head. Your voice caught and you looked up at him, wide-eyed. He was so close, you could feel his hot, sweet breath fan across your cheeks.

“God, the things you do to me,” Vil murmured. You gulped. He closed his eyes and leaned in to press a slow, sensual kiss onto your lips, and a small ‘eep!’ of surprise escaped your throat. His lips were warm, and they moved softly and purposefully as he moved to press kisses to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your jaw…

“Vil! What are you doing?” You whisper-shouted, lightly pushing against him to no avail, self-conscious of any student that would possibly pass by and catch you two in this compromising situation.

He stopped, and you let out a sigh of relief. His eyes were-half lidded, and you could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of pink outline his irises.

“Forgive me,” he breathed, never breaking eye contact. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Um, forgiven?” You squeaked, still incredibly confused by the whole ordeal. Then, as if nothing had happened, Vil pulled back and continued to lead you down the hall to your next class. Before he departed, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, whispering in your ear about how he’d be there to pick you up when the bell rang. You watched him walk off, dazed and confused.

“MC? Oh, thank goodness,” Epel, who was slightly out of breath, ran up to you. “That was super weird. I wanted to make sure you got to class okay.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, still trying to piece together everything you’d just experienced.

Epel squinted at you. “...Um, I think you have something on your face.” He pointed to his cheek, and you wiped at your own face. When you looked at your hand, you saw a bright smudge of pink lipstick. You scrubbed furiously at your face.

“Did I get it all?”

Epel grimaced. “Not even a little bit.”

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The rest of the day was… eventful, to say the least. Vil spent every waking moment he could by your side, stealing cheek kisses every now and then and leaving your face cumulatively stained by the pink pigment. You suckered Crewel into letting you out of your last block early (sometimes, it really pays to be a teacher’s pet) so you could make your hasty escape before Vil could corner you after class and subject you to more of his unwarranted affection. Not that you necessarily disliked it; you couldn’t deny your growing interest in the Pomefiore housewarden, but in the back of your mind you’d always assumed he was far out of your league. Under different circumstances, you’d embrace his kisses and gentle touches. But this was so sudden, so excessive, you couldn’t help but feel you were taking advantage of whatever magical influence he was under.

Yeah, you weren’t stupid. You’d been around the bend enough times throughout your stay at NRC to put two and two together; from Rook’s cryptid message and Vil’s odd behavior, you assumed some sort of magical mishap had gone down. By the time the bell rang to dismiss class, you were tucked away in a far corner of the Botanical Garden, hidden beneath the foliage of the temperate zone and praying Vil wouldn’t wander over in his attempts to look for you.

“Why hello, mon cher. I thought I might find you here.”

The sudden voice made you jump, but you relaxed and let out a sigh of relief when you saw it was only Rook, peering over you from one of the perennials.

“Yeah. Thanks for the warning, by the way,” you caustered. “I’ve been trying to get Shoenheit off my trail all day. The man’s a bloodhound.”

“I appreciate the analogy,” he commented, stepping out from behind the greenery and going to sit next to you. “And really, c’est vrai, I apologize for his… behavior. You see, this morning we were working on individual projects for potions, and I had attempted to brew Verunudum.”

Your brows furrowed. “The truth serum? Isn’t that, like, super potent, not to mention super high-level?”

“Of course it is.” He threw his head back, hand on his forehead dramatically. “But at Pomefiore, we excel at potions. So imagine my surprise when I messed it up!” He reached into his coat and pulled out a small vial containing a bubbling, pink potion. He handed it to you, and you turned it over in your hand, inspecting it.

“It definitely looks like Verunudum,” you said. “Just the wrong color.”

You handed him back the vial, and he tucked it back into his coat. “Precisely, and it works similarly, too. But instead of targeting your thoughts and baring it for the world to see, it enhances and magnifies your emotions.”

You tapped your chin, mulling this information over. “So… Vil accidentally drank it?”

“Oh heavens no!” Rook cried. “If he did, it’d be at least a month before the effects wear off with how concentrated the dose was. No, he just happened to inhale the fumes.”

“And just that was enough to turn him into… Whatever he is right now?”

Rook nodded. “Fortunately, the effects should wear off by tomorrow morning, thank the Seven.”

Something clicked into place. “Wait, so he didn’t drink a love potion?”

“No,” Rook said. He tilted his head at you. “What gave you that idea?”

You could feel your face begin to heat up. “Wait, hold on, the potion just amplifies emotions, right? So that means… He actually has a thing for me?”

Rook looked at you like you were the stupidest person in the world. “Um, yes?”

“What?!” You screeched. “Since when?”

“Since forever.” Rook rolled his eyes. “Mon dieu, such un imbécile…."

“Stop speaking Baguette at me,” you growled. “Alright, okay, we need a game plan. You said the potion effects will only last until the end of the day.”

He nodded. “They’ll wear off completely when he goes to sleep.”

“Okay. Yes.” You took a deep breath, running through the calculations in your head. “I just need to avoid him for the rest of the day.”

Rook smirked. “And when will you confront him about his feelings, little lovebird?”

You glared at him. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

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You awoke groggily the next morning to the incessant pinging of your phone. You groaned, fumbling around enough to turn the ringer off, and collapsed back into bed.

The entirety of the rest of your day yesterday was spent tactfully avoiding the Evil Queen himself. It was difficult, given how smart Vil was; he had been staked out at all of your regular spots, waiting. If it wasn’t for Rook, you would’ve for sure been caught and smothered with more cuddles and kisses than you could handle.

Your phone started vibrating. Someone was calling you. You groaned again and peered at the screen. It was Rook. You swiped to accept his call.

“Hello?”

“You need to get down here!” Rook exclaimed so loudly that you had to pull your phone away from your ear. “It’s an emergency!”

At the urgency of Rook’s voice, you sat up, now fully awake. “What happened?”

“It’s Vil.” You sucked in a breath as Rook continued his rambling. “He won’t come out of his room. I’ve been trying all morning. He hasn’t even come out to do his morning skincare routine!”

Okay, this is bad, you thought, pulling yourself from the bed and haphazardly pulling on your clothes and shoes. Vil would certainly scold you for a half-done tie, but today, he was just going to have to deal with it.

You rushed to the hall of mirrors with the speed of a Spelldrive star, all but hurling yourself through the Pomefiore dorm mirror. You stumbled onto the other side, and you had hardly regained your balance before Rook was pulling you down the hall.

“Rook, what’s going on?” You asked, tripping over your own feet in an effort to keep up with his frantic pace.

“I have no idea,” he replied. “But this is so unlike Vil. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

You screeched to a halt outside the grandiose doors of the Housewarden’s room. Rook knocked on the door. “Vil? Are you there?”

“Go away!” Vil shouted from behind the door. “I’ll come out when I want to!”

Rook gave you a look as if to say, ‘You see?’ You gulped, stepping up to the door. You gave a light knock.

“I told you to leave me alone, Rook!” Vil exclaimed. You shot a pleading glance in Rook’s direction, to which you received a shrug in response. You jiggled the handle. It was locked.

“One moment,” Rook said. He disappeared down the hall, only to reappear a few seconds later with a set of keys. He handed them to you, sticking out one large, golden key in particular. You raised a brow at him, and he simply shrugged again. “For emergencies.”

You decided not to question him, and slipped the key into the keyhole, turning until you heard it click. Slowly, you creaked open the door, stepping in fully, only to be immediately met with a pillow hitting your face with a whump.

You snatched the pillow from your face and held it to your side, closing the door behind you with your foot. Vil had his back to you and was curled up with his knees to his chest. His shoulders were shaking.

“Get out!” He wailed, not turning to look at you.

“Vil? It’s me,” you tried, making your voice as gentle as you could. He whipped his head around to look at you, and promptly let out a shriek and dove under his covers. In the glimpse that you’d caught of his face, you could see there were black streaks of mascara running down his cheeks. You took a hesitant step forward. “...Vil? Are you crying?”

“No!” He replied, followed by a hiccup.

Well, you thought, this is going to be a challenge to navigate. You walked over to sit at the foot of his bed. Vil—or, you supposed, the lump under the comforter that was Vil—flinched when you sat down.

“Vil…,” you said, making sure to choose your words carefully so as to not upset him further. “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?!” He suddenly sprang up from underneath the covers, seething. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was red and puffy. He glared at you. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I am.”

You furrowed your brows. “I don’t follow.”

“The little stunt I pulled yesterday,” he sniffled, bringing the heel of his palm up to wipe at his cheeks. “I can’t believe you can still look at me. I-I let Rook’s potion get the better of me, I kissed you without your consent… It wasn’t supposed to go like this!” He buried his face in his hands. You dared to scoot closer, placing a feather-light hand on his trembling shoulder.

“It’s alright, Vil,” you cooed. “I know that it wasn’t your fault. And besides, I didn’t mind you kissing me.”

He hiccuped. “...You didn’t?”

“I didn’t,” you repeated. “Was I a little surprised? Sure. But I certainly didn’t mind it.”

He tentatively peeked up at you through his hands. “...My confession was supposed to be so much better than this…”

“Well,” you said, “either way, I accept.”

“Of course you do, I’m gorgeous,” he sniffled, and you had to stifle a snort. He looked at you fully, bottom lip trembling. “But I never wanted you to see me like this. I’m an ugly crier.”

His eyes were red and swollen, his skin was splotchy, mascara and eyeliner smeared in dark, wet smudges around his eyes and on his cheeks. A tear escaped the corner of his eye. You reached a hand out to swipe it away with your thumb.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, being truthful. “I always think you’re beautiful.”

Before you could pull your hand away, Vil leaned into it, nestling his cheek into your palm like it was made to go there. “You’re too nice to me. I’m kind of an acquired taste as it is.” He swallowed. “I’m not usually this… messy. I don’t think Rook’s potion has worn off completely yet.”

You distinctly remember Rook saying that the effects should last twelve hours maximum, but you decided to hold your tongue and spare him his pride.

“It’s alright,” you said, rubbing your thumb back and forth against the side of his face. “Do you want to start getting ready for class?”

Vil scoffed. “There’s no way I’m going to class. Not even the best sheet masks can fix me up at this point.”

“And that’s really an excuse to skip?”

“I’m the Pomefiore housewarden, I must appear in perfect condition at all times.” He shrugged. “I’ll just tell them I’m sick, besides, it’s not like my grades will go down by simply missing a day or two.”

Always finds a way to sneak in a brag, huh? You thought to yourself.

“Will you stay with me?” Vil asked, looking at you with ‘please’ written all over his face. “Just this once.”

You sighed, smiling at him softly. “I suppose. Just this once.”

The both of you knew there was no chance it would be ‘just this once,’ but neither of you said anything.

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Event requests are still open! Check here if you’re interested :)

i don't celebrate xmas and we don't have any other holidays to celebrate so i needed this HAHAHAHAH

@ people who don't celebrate christmas and are currently having christmas shoved down their throats

i hope whatever holiday you celebrate is fun and well!! and if you don’t celebrate any holidays this time of year, i hope your day is nice anyways!

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Pyro kids and the Cavalry Captain 

My heart was blessed last week when i found a post about how Bennett canonically sees Kaeya as a big brother. 

It made me realise how he is a brother figure to all the young Pyro users in Mondstadt and I had to be sappy and draw them all being happpyyyyy <3 <3.  

(Amber is more a headcanon, but i see Kaeya lookin out for her even though he likes to tease her, they definitely care for each other ya know.) 

BONUS : (maybe the weird grown up wants a hug too?)

NOT EATING FOR A DAY (COMFORT)

With: ♡ Bokuto + Oikawa ♡ (x chubby,gn!reader)

Warnings: not eating, hurt - comfort

WC: ~800

Emergency Request:  Oikawa and Bokuto with a chubby female reader who’s feeling nauseous after not eating a whole day, because her parents were making comments about her body? ~ “my father recently told me that Oikawa wouldn’t want me with how I look and what can I say, that hurt..”

AN: okay, reading this made me very angry. all of the haikyuu boys would love you no matter what you look like. and especially oikawa and bokuto would find you incredibly attractive because of the way you look. your body is beautifully, intricately designed. they wouldn’t be able to help admiring you. and what does your dad know about these characters? has he met them?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“And I got you an iced tea! Your favourite kind, too!” You could hear Bokuto’s excited voice from the receiver, and the pain in the pit of your stomach worsened.

“Oh… Bokuto… I’m really not hungry, so you can have it…”

“What do you mean?”

“I… I just, I don’t want to eat anything right now.”

“Is everything okay? Just wait, babygirl, I’ll be right there.”

“Okay,” you said softly, and he hung up. You were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. You hadn’t eaten all day in a much-advised-against attempt to lose wait, and you were feeling its effects. You were so miserable that you thought eating at this point would probably make it worse.

Bokuto was there a few minutes later, and, as always, greeted you with a big, warm hug, full iced tea in one hand. He kissed your forehead, and it was only after that that he noticed your expression.

“Baby, are you okay? I still have the iced tea…”

“Like I said, Ko, I’m really not that hungry…”

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My request is for the dorm leaders x their s/o who they find crying and clutching a half burnt photograph of their family. It's the only picture they of of them since choosing to stay in TW with them instead of going back to their world. Some jerk students decided to burn their backpack where the picture was. "I don't regret my choice, I'll choose you ever time. I love you, and where ever you are is where my home is. But I want to hold on to my memories of them too. Do you think magic can fix it

Dorm Leaders + MC's Memoribilia

This was a very cute ask, I hope that you like this work!

If you want to avoid spoilers, do not read. This work contains spoilers pertaining to the content of the series. Please also consider blocking the #spoilers for days tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Cut for length, slight cursing and also some spoilers for the boys' magical abilities. Also, slight warning: Some lines may have a yandere/possessive feel to them, so read with caution

"Love?"

There, your lover stood in horror as he watched you clutch a burnt sack, your fingers dirtied by the soot, running over a charred image of you and your family.

"I don't regret my choice, I'll choose you every time," You said, holding back your tears. "I love you, and where ever you are is where my home is."

You stood up, showing your lover the picture as you hesitated to ask. "But… I want to hold on to my memories of them too. Do you think magic can fix it?"

Malleus Draconia

Malleus hugged you, trying not to crush you. He let you cry in his arms

He wasn't sure why such a photo would hold such importance to you, but after hearing about how much your family meant to you, he wanted to try fixing it

"I… I'll try my love."

His magic wasn't inclined to this sort of thing, but he went day after day to Lilia to check if Lilia's magic would work

As for the pitiful student that burnt your bag…

Malleus does not show any mercy towards that student, shaming him in the worst way possible

The student was later found stuck on one of the towers due to a mysterious spell…

That wasn't the only part of his revenge… After all, he should return the favour since that student burnt your bag

The student was no match for his dragon flames, barely alive after roasting in Malleus' flames

"The humans call it 'an eye for an eye'… This is quite fair for burning my beloved's photo."

Riddle Rosehearts

He timidly shook his head, answering your question. He knew how much your family meant to you so he did try to preserve the photo as much as possible

He got a special frame for you to put a photo of your parents by your bedside

"I'm… I'm sorry I can't do anything YN…"

That was partially a lie. After all, he could just punish the student that did such a heinous crime

The resulting outcome was simply a student who humiliatingly lost to the Dorm Leader, with Riddle punishing him publicly on reasons of 'school property damage'

"What a disgrace… consider this punishment for breaking the rules!"

They didn't have to know the real reason, it was none of their business

As a treat, Riddle would replace everything that was burnt in the fire, and a little more, spoiling you with all your favourite treats

He had to admit, his heart would soften, remembering your promise to stay with him

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim immediately rushes to you, wiping any sort of soot off your fingers and setting the picture aside

He cried more than you did. He gazed into your eyes, trying to wipe away any tears that dared to leave your eyes

"Y-YN… Don't cry my Princess… If you cry, I… I can't help but cry too…"

He does become a little delusional, trying to find every single way to fix the photo, panicking every time his methods failed

You had to stop Kalim, and he settled for preserving the picture in a golden plaque

He wasn't done yet though, as he had to ensure this wouldn't happen again…

He was usually a kind-hearted boy, but this kind of thing pushes it over the line

"Hey, I know you're sad that I kicked you out, but next time you should consider the consequences of your actions. I'm sure you'll do great somewhere else, away from my Princess…"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul, at first, was infuriated at this sort of bullying done to his beloved. He wanted to get revenge as quickly as possible, but first he had to take care of you

When you asked if he could fix it, he immediately wanted to guarantee it, but he knew it wouldn't be easy

"Angelfish… I'll try my best for you."

He enlisted the help of the Shroud siblings to try and re-visualise how the image would've looked like

With some bare success, only a partial amount was recovered, but you were utterly grateful to Azul. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn't help but kiss your boyfriend, much to his embarrassment

Oh, but now that you were oh so happy with it, he could finally enact his plan

"Jade, Floyd. Come with me. There's a student we need to drown in debt…"

Idia Shroud

It wasn't the first or last time he'd seen some sort of harassments at school, but to this point, it was unacceptable in his eyes

He couldn't care less if that student was favoured, or had great prospects. That student was doomed

Idia glanced over your photo, patting your head as he covered you in his oversized jacket

"I can fix it!... I… I'll make you happy YN."

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he did have a digital copy of that photo unintentionally. It must've been one of the times his drones sneaked a love letter in your bag…

Besides the point! The photo was immortalised in a digital form, to which Idia had made a special display for all the photos you thought you lost in those flames

Speaking of flames… He'd figuratively burn the student, exposing everything he could possibly find

"Hmph. Serves you right normie. Hope you don't mind me burning your stuff too."

In addition to the display, Idia spoils you by replacing all your lost items with Twisted Wonderland's high end versions, no questions asked

Leona Kingscholar

Leona wastes no time pursuing whoever burnt your bag. Before he left in rage, he gave you a peck on the forehead

He'd storm in to every classroom, interrogating whoever witnessed it. Once he'd find the student, he'd make it clear that hell was waiting for him

"Hey, I wanna get back to YN as soon as possible. So just stay still while I break your bones."

The student barely makes it alive, most likely confined to the infirmary bed. Leona doesn’t care if he gets punished, he'll probably sleep through it

He makes up for suddenly running away by inviting you to a bunch of cuddles

However, he admitted that he was scared of trying to help you fix the photo due to his magic

"Hey YN… I know I can't do anything, but I'll get a nice frame for it…"

He also splurges some money to replace everything that you lost, despite you insisting that the photo was enough

Vil Schoenheit

He was horrified at the soot on your skin, hurrying to wipe it off

"YN, oh my dear YN… I can't fix it… Come, let me clean you up."

Vil doted on you for quite awhile, soothing any anxious thoughts you had. He listened to your many stories of you and your family, and how much they meant to you

He didn't think about the cretin that did this to you initially, but after letting you drift off to sleep, he considered who could've done this to you

He gets Rook to do some investigation, and once the perpetrator came to light, Vil makes use of his influence

Knowing his supporters, they'd bring that student down through shaming him

He savours taking some petty revenge for himself, the student suffering from Vil's wrath of insults

"To think a weed like you insulted my darling… Should I? I can't let any weeds growing around my blooming YN."

The Hand

summary; the time you almost broke the internet

♡ pairing; k.kenma x gn!reader

♡ genre; fluff

♡ w.c; 1.9k

♡ warnings; swearing

a/n; happy belated birthday kenken <3

*this fic is a part of my ‘five ways to say i love you’ mini-series. check out the other stories here!

You are lovingly dubbed as “The Hand.”

The almighty mysterious being that appears on and off-screen whenever Kodzuken needs something— water, snacks… a poke on the forehead. The fans have never seen your face— not even heard your voice. The only parts they’ve been privy to are the little scar on your arm from a bike accident when you were a kid, and the bombass manicure you’re sporting that week.

Until now, that is.

The stream starts off like any other— the only difference being the unusually early start time. It’s Kenma’s first charity event, a 24-hour stream that starts at 6 am and ends at 5:59 am the next day to raise money for children who didn’t have access to sports or fitness opportunities.

“Hey everyone,” Kenma says around a yawn when he starts. He’s in a hoodie (his own merch) and sweats (also his own merch) and he rubs one eye while sipping on his first coffee of the day. “Hope you’re ready cause I’m not.”

You stifle your giggle as you walk over to him, a blanket in hand. You reach around the back of one of the monitors and drop it on his head. He grunts on impact. “Thanks,” Kenma says with a smile when he pulls the material into his lap, remnants of sleep still stuck along his lashes. You nearly coo and the chat bursts to life.

look at him smiling!! kjdfhsdkfkasjdlaks

It’s The Hand! Good Morning Hand! 👋👋👋

loving the new mani 🥺

sleepy ken-ken is my fav omgggg

i luv rage ken-ken more lol

His golden eyes flicker across the screens, coffee clutched in his hand. “The chat says good morning,” Kenma says and you wave. He reads a few more messages with a small quirk of the lip. He peers at you over the rim of his cup. “Can you wave to the viewers?”

You raise an eyebrow but lean over to sway your arm from side to side in front of the camera as he slips on his blue light glasses. You can see the dual screens reflecting off of them, the chat is going crazy. You eventually leave the room, blowing Kenma a kiss and a thumbs up.

You amble to your bedroom and settle down into bed, face buried into your pillow and one arm wrapped around your cat Rover, who mewls and snuggles deeper into the comforter. You wake up a few hours later and open the streaming app on your phone to see what Kenma is up to. You grin when you see he's playing Animal Crossing. He’s working on your shared island, de-weeding, and figuring out what to do for his fall/Halloween theme. After watching for a few more minutes, you stretch then roll out of bed.

You peek your head into the streaming room after swinging by the kitchen to find Kenma focused on one of the monitors. You lightly tap the doorframe to get his attention. He glances up. “Hey,” he says as you pick up his empty water glass and replace it with a fresh one. You take his coffee mug and place a bowl of apple slices on the table. The corners of his lips curve upward. “Thank you.”

The day progresses as such— you check up on his stream before appearing every once in a while to give him water, energy drinks, or food. Kenma comes by and gives you a kiss or a hug during his bathroom breaks, and once he takes his first fifteen-minute break, he collapses on the couch next to you.

“How are you doing?” You ask, brushing away his bangs. He sighs and turns his head to kiss your palm.

“M’tired,” he complains. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this for another seventeen hours.”

You chuckle as Rover jumps on him and kneads his stomach. “Take a nap.”

Kenma shakes his head. “If I do that, I won’t wake up,” he says. “I’m regretting this already.”

“Think of the children,” you say, pinching his cheek. He swats at your hand.

“Yeah,” Kenma grumbles, “It’s for the kids.”

He gets off your lap when he has five minutes to spare, leaning forward until his lips are barely touching yours. “Thanks for taking care of me while I do this,” he murmurs. You grin.

“Of course, Ken-ken. I’ll get another pot of coffee going.”

A few more hours go by— your hand pops in and out of the screen, the chat says hello. Kenma blinks up at you when you come by to switch his cups. Despite the copious amounts of caffeine, he looks tired and you frown at him. He notices the look but shakes his head. “I’m fine,” he insists.

And before you know it, it’s 5 am. You can barely keep your eyes open as you stand in front of the kettle. You’ve decided to power through the last bit with Kenma, keeping the streamer engaged with tea now that he’s passed your accepted limit of coffee and energy drinks. The whistle of the kettle makes you jump and you quickly move it off the burner. You pour the hot water into two mugs and add a teabag to each. You carefully carry them to the gaming room.

Kenma jolts when you place the mugs on the table. You narrow your eyes at him and mouth ‘are you okay?’ He nods, though it takes him a minute.

“Almost done,” he sighs, taking off his glasses and leaning back in his chair. Kenma lifts one of the cups to his lips. When you roll his extra gaming chair over, just out of frame, he quirks an eyebrow at you. “Are you gonna camp out with me?” You smile at him as you nod, leaning forward to grab your mug before settling down.

“You sure? We still have…” he checks the time. “Fifty minutes.” You nod again and motion to his computer— he's forgotten about his audience in the midst of talking to you. He winces. “Sorry guys,” he says, turning back to his monitors. He squints as he reads. “Yeah, it’s my partner… they will be here for the last stretch.” He chuckles at one of the messages and reads it aloud. “Will The Hand finally be The Face Reveal?”

You place your hand over your mouth to silence your laugh before taking a sip of your tea. “Hmm let’s see…” Kenma taps his finger on the rim of his drink. “Since we already hit the regular goal, if we can reach the stretch goal, then they will make an appearance.” He glances at you for confirmation and you shrug.

Though Kenma had raised a considerable amount, there was still a substantial amount left to meet the stretch goal, especially for the last forty-five minutes of the stream. It probably wasn't going to happen so you agree and kick the floor, slowly twirling in the seat as you scroll through your phone, and half-listen as he plays Minecraft, the last game of the stream.

The streamer stifles a yawn as he checks the time. “Five minutes left…” he looks over at the fundraising website pulled up on the other screen. “Wow guys, this is amazing.” He smiles sleepily at the camera. “We didn’t make it to the face reveal goal but that's cool. I’ll be giving away merch to the highest donator and have a random draw—“ His eyes grow wide as he immediately pauses. “Wait… guys don’t donate if you can’t afford it, it’s okay.”

You look up from your phone to find Kenma staring at his computer, hands hovering above his keyboard. You click on the streaming app. Last-minute donations are flooding in, the notifications won’t stop.

WE CAN DO THIS!!!

do it for the face reveal!

don’t feel obligated to donate, if u can’t afford it!!

The hand’s face the hand’s face the hand’s face the hand’s face

What a fucking mess 😂

hi from seoul! 🇰🇷

omg lol this is so chaotic

You watch as the donated amount goes up, up, up...

It’s silent as the number on the screen bursts into a cloud of confetti. Balloons fill the screen as the words "CONGRATULATIONS!" stare back at you. Kenma looks at you. You look at him. And then you burst into laughter. The chat explodes once more.

Did you hear that?! Was that them???

omg they sound so cute im already sobbing 😭

AHHH WE DID IT 🎉

HAND HAND HAND FACE FACE FACE ✋🗣

Kenma mutes his mic and turns to you. “You don’t have to do this,” he says. “Really, I kind of threw you in without asking first.”

You tug on the collar of your hoodie, Kodzuken merch, and smile at him as you brush your fingers through your hair to hopefully look more presentable. A flutter of butterflies frantically beat around in your stomach, anticipation waking you up better than any amount of coffee and energy drinks can. “It’s fine,” you tell him. “We were going to do this at some point so I don’t mind." You grimace when you catch a knot. "Sorry I look like a mess.”

Kenma smiles softly at you, hand reaching out to detangle the strands. “You always look beautiful to me.”

“Wow, sleep-deprived Kodzuken has reached a new level,” you tease and drag him closer to press your lips to his. You can’t even imagine what the chat must look like right now. “Go ahead, I’ll come on whenever you want me to.”

Kenma nods then give you one more kiss. He turns back to the webcam. “Alright,” he breathes. “I don’t know how you guys pulled through at the last minute, but we did it. Firstly, thank you so much to everyone who donated. This charity means a lot to me so I’m grateful to everyone who contributed, whether it was a dollar or a hundred.” He glances at you and you roll your chair closer to him. “As promised, I would like to introduce you to, 'The Hand.'”

You stick your hand out and wave, laughing after a moment of reading through the comments. “I’m kidding,” you say as you roll your chair in the frame. It's weird to be on this side of the monitors.

The chat nearly breaks, unable to keep up with the multitude of comments that flood in. You respond to a few, tittering and bantering as Kenma leans his head against your shoulder, slips his hand into yours. You reach around his head to pet his hair. “We should probably end it here,” you whisper. “Maybe we can do something like this again. Thanks to everyone who participated!” Kenma lethargically waves before ending the stream. He groans and pushes his chair back.

“Bed. Now.”

You allow him to drag you out of the gaming room and to the bedroom. Rover is already there, curled up on Kenma's pillow. He moves out of the way when Kenma nudges him gently to the side, curling around the streamer's head when he settles. You giggle and slip in as well. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him until you're flush against his body.

“I know I already said this a lot, but thanks again for taking care of me today," he says, squeezing you a little tighter. "Promise to return the favor later."

You grin against his collarbone. "No worries, just get some sleep."

He murmurs something incoherent, fast asleep when you whisper, "Night, Ken-ken.”

You're awoken several hours later to your phone blowing up. When you tap on the screen and check the first notification, the title makes you chuckle.

New Video!! Koduzen and The Hand nearly break the internet.

reblogs appreciated <3

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