I was enchanted to meet you

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krisdreaming
krisdreaming

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x f!reader

Summary: Literally just papa Kita fluff :')))

WC: 831

A/N: I've been in SUCH a Kita mood lately, it's unreal. This ficlet just flowed out of me, idek where it came from. Tbh I have another fic for him in mind but idk when I'll actually write it aha.

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Coming inside after a long day of working in the fields is one of Shinsuke's favorite things. His muscles feel warm with an almost-pleasant ache after so many hours working hard in the sun, and the thought of all he'd accomplished that day fills him with contentment. He makes his way through the house in search of his favorite sight of the day.

He finds it in the nursery. You've just finished changing your son, and now you're tickling his chubby belly, eliciting the sweet sounds of his giggles. You're laughing, too, and the way the sounds twine together is like music to his ears. He leans against the door frame, resting his cheek against the cool wood as he silently watches the two of you.

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chimielie
chimielie

what it is

summary: Oikawa x Reader. he makes it out of the friendzone (with some help)

word count: 1.3k

cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses

a/n: i wrote this in under an hour while heavily caffeinated?;!;!4& brain melting

“You’re late,” you say with a grin. Oikawa Tooru pouts at you, his team jacket folded over his arms. He’s already changed out of uniform, you notice; must have exchanged it for a white t-shirt and slacks in the locker room.

“I was swarmed,” he claims as the two of you start to walk together. You roll your eyes and don’t even bother making a jab about his popularity with the girls (and people of all genders, really). At this point, you’ve accepted that deranged fans come with the territory of being friends with the volleyball team captain.

You met Oikawa on the first day of your first year at Aoba Johsai and had been friends ever since. Even though you had no interest in the sport at first, his love for volleyball was infectious. He had even roped you into being the team’s manager. You still weren’t sure how he had pulled that off, but you didn’t mind too much—you’d grown to love the team and the sport too, in your own way.

Despite your closeness, you’d never really understood why he had a fan club, especially as a teenage school athlete. You expected his popularity to grow when (not if) he went professional, but the idea of swooning over some guy you had pre-calculus classes with was totally foreign to you. It was a running joke among your friends that you were immune to Oikawa’s looks and charming magnetism (and, honestly, to all four of the team’s upperclassmen. You could acknowledge how objectively attractive they all were even though none of them seemed to fit your niche).


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reader having a midlife crisis after the realization is so me.. ( 。゚Д゚。) damn tooru why so smug!! ahhhaaa this was sweet [ 📚 ] :: fic.rb
notazem
kimbapisnotsushi

haikyuu is cool because you go and read things like "talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish" "because people don't have wings we look for others way to fly" "today you are the defeated. what will you become tomorrow?" "we are the protagonists of the world" "and if you get really really good, someone even better will come and find you". and you read about how like. kageyama was learning to love again after it was ripped away from him and hinata was learning that he could jump high enough to become the sun itself and oikawa and ushijima and atsumu and kuroo and everyone else were all learning and trying and living with the hopes of becoming something greater than they ever could have dreamed but that something greater wasn't about winning it all it was about how they were so intricately tied that they will forever be part of the same path no matter how many times it splits and it's THE reason they are able to keep moving forward no matter what they may face. and then you're just expected to continue your life afterwards like nothing HAPPENED.

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shiinleaf
shiinleaf

Im eating lychees rn and all i can think about is gojo (and alhaitham) peeling them???

Their fingers digging into the rough husk, pressing down and into where the stem is, breaking the thorny shell apart to reveal plump, ripened flesh. There's a pile of broken husks on the coffee table where he's leaned over, laid out over a torn magazine spread, his eyes on the television as it plays a new k-drama that's all the hype right now.

Sticky sweet juices drip from their fingers as they reach back, holding it out for you to eat.

And when you take it, he resumes. His arms flex as he reaches for another one, opening it up and popping it into his mouth; this season's lychees are particularly sweet. Idly, he squeezes another lychee open, reaching back towards you to exchange it for the seed of the previous one, depositing it along with his into the black plastic bag by his feet.

Then he reaches for another one. And another. And another.

there fruit fics are sending me!!! ahhaa d(>∇<;) [ 📚 ] :: fic.rb
oceanicterrors
oceanicterrors

just a silly blurb abt thoma peeling oranges for you !!

tws: none. just fluff && implied pining if u squint

reader: gender-neutral

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your hissed curses and the overwhelming scent of citrus has him turning his head to meet you.

“stupid, fuckin- archons!” the juices spurt in between your fingers, running down your palms as you groan. he sees you struggling, breaking the skin roughly and spilling all over.

“need help?” he asked, hurrying over to you. he sees the ball of fruit in your palms, and gingerly takes it away from you. he meets your frustrated eyes, and smiles.

“thoma, i can peel my own oranges,” you respond, pouting at him and his ever so helpful hands. he looks at you, and chuckles. “you look like you needed help, though,” he hums.

you watch as he skillfully removes the skin in a single piece. he splits the oranges into 2s, then 4s, then 8s. each piece, individually neat. he reaches for your palms, and gives the orange to you. cupping the fruit, you (begrudgingly) thank him, but there’s a hint of blush on your cheeks.

“no problem,” he hums. “i’ll do this for you whenever.”

when you bound away, mouth full of the citrus, he sighs. he’d move the moon and stars into the right place just to see you happy.

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this fic means so much to me rn... randomly popped up on dash to get me out of my sad mood and ive been eating oranges all day to feel better and i made such a mess too 😭 thank u for this fic op i'm not crying 😭❤️ [ 📚 ] :: fic.rb
moraxsthrone

Anonymous asked:

Um, hello. I'm a little nervous to make this request, so please forgive me if I messed up.

May I request headcanons of Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma and Zhongli 's girlfriend bringing them homemade lunch while their working and when asked who she's looking for, she happily says "My handsome husband, the one and only (boy's name), of course!" while the boys are within earshot?

I just wanna see these boys acting lovestruck and blushy

moraxsthrone answered:

//peeks out from the hole of chaos that is my life.

omg nonnie, i’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this. i wonder if you’ll even see it. 🥺 if anyone did anything wrong here, it’s me.

— how he reacts when you bring him homemade lunch at work

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— pairings —diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, zhongli, and (bonus) tighnari x f!reader

— notes —sfw. fluff. diluc’s is a drabble //help. his just came to me so vividly. the rest are headcanons, as requested.

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— diluc —

your wine tycoon husband is fetching a couple of barrels from the storage area in the back of angel’s share when he hears your voice. he wonders why you’re here so early in the afternoon (you’re not kaeya after all), but a small smile still manages to grace his face as charles asks if he can get you a drink. diluc is just about to round the corner when he hears you answer cheerily, “no, thank you. i’m just here to bring lunch to my handsome husband, diluc! i made him his favorite and even threw in some grape juice from the winery!” the tavern owner stops dead in his tracks, his heart skipping a million beats. it’s adorable, really. not only is he easily flustered, but his fair skin is so quick to show even the slightest color. he knows he’s flushed a bright red from his neck to his ears. he’s too embarrassed to let his employee see him like this so he panics and this grown ass man HIDES BEHIND A FUCKING WINE BARREL!

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feeling sad but this his the spot so sweet and wholesome! reading ''your wine tycoon husband'' made me all giggly >.< diluc's part was sooo cuteee!! love love love blushy diluc! and it was nice seeing him acting a lil silly :) kayea's part too! aahha the ragbros always gets me d(>∇<;) zhongli ever the gentleman... *dreamy sigh* and thoma... my sweet sweet boy when i read the part where thoma wips us up somthing i imagined that one reel of william seng making pancakes! melts into a puddle of happiness <3 [ 📚 ] :: fic.rb
moraxsthrone
moraxsthrone

the thoma brainrot continues...

husband!thoma training outdoors during summer, anyone?

notes: mostly sfw. shirtless, sweaty thoma. suggestive. nothing special, just a short n sweet lil drabble that will probably not cure my brain's obsession w thoma but oh well that's okay.

he's shirtless, his muscles rippling under his sweaty, sun-kissed skin as he spins and lunges and twirls his polearm. thoma's movements are fluid, but forceful enough to elicit the occasional grunt or kiai. several strands of his golden hair are wet and sticking to his forehead and back. you watch from a distance, knowing better than to get too close until he tells you it's okay. he hasn't seen you yet, but you're perfectly content to enjoy the show - your very own private pole dance of sorts, performed by your protective and incredibly sexy pyro-wielding husband. you chuckle to yourself, thinking how the word hot describes him so well in so many ways right now.

finally, he sees you and puts his weapon away, his smile reaching his pretty green eyes as you bring him a big cup of water.

"aww...thank you, beautiful!" he beams, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss, careful not to get you sweaty (not that you would mind, but he's a considerate gentleman okay?).

"it's my pleasure, handsome," you smirk as you watch him chug half the water down in one go, some of it dripping from his chin and down his pecs as they rise and fall with his labored breaths. you're tempted to lick the droplets off him, but you restrain yourself. "are you almost done? you've been out here for hours..."

he nods. "just a little bit longer, babe. i'll be in shortly."

you give him a once-over with a single raised eyebrow. "i was thinking of taking a shower with you. but i suppose that can wait."

the heat on his cheeks from the ambient temperature rises to the tips of his ears. "you know what? on second thought, i can be done now," he says with a mischievous wink.

you giggle at him and drape his arm across your shoulders, holding his hand in front of your chest as you walk back to your shared home to get the rest of his clothes off.

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