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𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑬𝑺

― 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑬𝑺 ( you know what to do. )

1) sender takes receiver’s hands because receiver is cold, rubbing and blowing warmth into them.
2) sender washes receiver’s hair while they take a shower together.
3) sender brings receiver a potted plant rather than a bouquet so it will last longer.
4) sender brings receiver a bouquet of flowers (feel free to specify what kind)
5) our muses are walking somewhere together and sender casually takes receiver’s hand, bringing it up to kiss the back before simply holding it the rest of the way.
6) receiver is getting dressed and, unprompted, sender helps them zip up, attach a necklace, tie a tie, etc.
7) sender shows up at receiver’s door with homemade food to comfort them or because they aren’t feeling well.
8) sender remembered something receiver mentioned they liked and brings it or something related to it as a gift.
9) sender randomly gives something to receiver that reminded sender of them (feel free to specify)
10) our muses are talking and sender wordlessly reaches over to fix receiver’s hair without breaking concentration.
11) receiver has had a hard day and comes home to sender drawing up a bath and preparing their favorite comforting beverage.
12) receiver has had some task they needed to get done around their home and they find sender doing it for them unprompted.
13) sender wordlessly picks something out of the fabric of receiver’s clothing and then smooths it over while they’re having a conversation.
14) sender soothingly runs their fingers through receiver’s hair while they talk or are in a group setting.
15) sender brushes receiver’s hair out and fixes it for them.
16) sender places their hand on receiver’s thigh while they’re talking or in a group setting.
17) sender offers their arm for receiver to take while they walk.
18) sender slips their arm through receiver’s while they walk.
19) sender places their coat around receiver after realizing they’re cold.
20) it begins to rain or snow while our muses are walking somewhere and sender simply picks up receiver to carry them the rest of the way.

( stolen from here. )

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[ current through lethal white. voicetesting. ]

[ m/m if shipping. canon or au is fine. ]

Baking is not Osamu's forte. He much prefers cooking, which is considerably more forgiving and allows him to experiment as he goes. If cooking is art, then baking is science, and science never was really his strong suit.

But that doesn't matter; once he has a plan in mind, he's going to see it through. And that's why he's at Kenma's doorstep, sending a text to let him know he's outside, a steaming hot apple pie packed in an insulated bag to stay fresh.

Kenma doesn't expect the visit, much less an apple pie, but he's not above bribery for entry. Add to that, he's still adjusting to Kuroo no longer living next door, and as if that were not enough: he's just finally feeling better after having been sick for almost a week. Just this morning he realized he could actually taste the handful of crackers he had tentatively eaten.

Even so, this is a bit above and beyond. Bringing sick people water or painkillers is one thing. Baking them their favorite pie is sort of a bigger deal.

Not that of all people Kenma looks like it is. Even if it kind of is.

...

door is unlocked

This is probably not a reassuring text. The neighborhood is incredibly safe and Kenma isn't helpless anyway. But it's basic household safety to lock the door of a convalescing individual. So most would say.

Kenma had simply forgotten until he thought of it now, and his parents have been away the whole time, unknowing. No need to trouble them; they can't make him get better any faster than he could just by resting, which he has done.

Gingerly he pushes himself up, legs slowly sliding over the side of his bed. Ah. He still feels rather exhausted.

come up.
extra slippers are the calico ones.

Ok

Osamu heeds the replies, not questioning it too much since he knows Kenma isn't an idiot who'd make himself vulnerable. At least not unreasonably so. He comes into the apartment and takes his shoes off at the door without setting down the pie, sliding his feet into the calico cat slippers. They are a little small for him, but passable.

"Hello? Kenma-kun?"

"Hey." Soft spoken, Kenma did pull himself from bedroom properly to stand at the top of the stairs once he realized Osamu still hadn't come up. Kenma's black cat slippers peek out from the pool of the blanket that touches the floor, despite being fully draped over his head too. He blinks, head tilted slightly.

"Apple," he notes, a small sniff to confirm, and there's a little more life to his eyes now, before he gestures for Osamu to come up. That's all before he disappears from the landing to head back to his room, legs feeling a little unreliable still. He forgets to add that Osamu can grab spoons from the kitchen, unfortunately, but he hasn't realized this yet.

Osamu nods up at Kenma, and smiles when the other correctly identifies the dessert he's made. The smell of sweet, spiced apples fills the entry of his home, but he wasn't sure that Kenma wouldn't be too sick to smell it.

Given permission, he follows the other boy up to his bedroom. He does not go to the kitchen for forks, but that's because he brought along everything they'll need.

"Hey, Kenma-kun. How're ya feeling?"

( m/m, castmates preferred. )

[ m/m shipping. ]

[ apology tour spoilers ok! ]

( m/f for shipping, ota gen. )

( tentatively voice testing, m/f for anything romantic leaning. )

[ m/m ]

( retired paramilitary mutant powers type oc; ota! )

( obscure canon tl;dr: he's a slightly supernatural clerk at a gas station that sits on top of a trans-dimensional void rift and he's comically unfazed by the creepypasta eldritch horrors that come through it. ota! )

[ they are on a mountainside, it is spring, though the exact location and time are less important. as the years have gone on, yennefer has cared less and less for the specifics. she remembers the larger events, the more impactful moments for the whole of the continent - the downfall of thorne, the republic's rise, her singularity accident, the ikorran attack on lunae - but the months? the closest cities?

they are on a mountainside and it is spring, though the breeze has one last linger chill to it, winter's last hold. not that it would matter even then, as yennefer's latent magic hovers around them, shifting the chill of the air, the very circumstance they inhabit, to make it more comfortable. the grass is soft, thick, and yennefer sits propped up against a boulder as jack's head sits across her lap. he's reading, some novel that he might have written or that he might have summoned or perhaps, even, that he found among the locals. she doesn't really know, doesn't really need to know, as the fingers of her free hand card through his hair, her nails scraping gently against his scalp.

he might be talking, giving his thoughts on characters or story plots or maybe he's talking about something entirely unrelated to the novel in his hands, but yennefer is only half listening - echoes and whispers and prayers reaching her even up here. she grounds herself in the physicality of it, the breeze around them, the grass under them, the weight of jack in her lap, but she does let her mind drift. ]

Hmm? [ it comes back when his tone changes, something akin to a more direct question, and yennefer blinks back to the present moment. ] Did you say something?

( They are on a mountainside and it is spring. He doesn't like the cold very much, and she must remember that, because she radiates warmth like a kerosene heater, chasing away any bite of chill in her proximity. Once upon a time, when he was younger and more awkward and less comfortable with her, he'd have been reluctant to lean into it — but that was so long ago now, the memories are distant and blurry in his mind. Impressions, more than clear images. Nothing feels as real as the times he's been able to do this: lay his head in her lap, feel her fingers card through his hair. Feel something old and achy and never-healing be soothed by the touch, because apparently this is something he will always be vulnerable to, no matter how much time passes and how much growth he experiences.

The novel he's reading isn't one of his — at least, he doesn't think it is. By now, there are books that he's published and forgotten entirely. Full works, stacks of them, penned by his hand and pushed out into the world without his name on it. Some of them he's found later, felt a stirring familiarity in them, but read them again as if they were brand new.

This one is more domestic than his usual preference of wild sci-fi or absurd fantasy. Maybe that's why he asks. Maybe it's strumming an old chord in his chest that has long since gone out of tune and started to rust at its wire edges where it meets the pegs that tighten the strings into place. )

I was just asking... if you've ever thought about kids. Having them, or adopting them, or- just, in general.

Edited 2024-07-13 00:55 (UTC)

[ she doesn't even think much of it - like some part of her knows this fact about him, that he's never liked the cold, and her magic shifts to accommodate it. it's something she's felt happen ever since her own rebirth, a kind of subconscious shifting to the air around them, to them, every now and then. truth be told, yennefer could sit here for ages, years, decades - with her hand in jack's hair and her eyes to the horizon, voices drifting in and out.

but jack does say something, and when she refocuses herself back, when she looks down to see him looking back up at her, yennefer's thinks about the question for a moment. a solid, actual moment, before a very slow and soft smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. ]

I did for a very long time. For a few decades there, it was... arguably, the only thing I cared about. [ yennefer suddenly can't remember if she ever told jack about her ascension. if he knows about the price she hadn't known she was paying, back before it mattered. back before she knew. she was so young, back then - hundreds and hundreds of years ago now - but she still remembers the desperation. the burning, unending betrayal - and her conviction, her truth that she would turn the tides back. that she would change it.

she just hadn't known how, then.

her head tilts briefly, looking down at his face. ] Something tells me you have, as well.

[Canon, crosscanon, AUs, assumed CR, I'm here for all of it.]

[ voice testing, please be gentle! ]

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armand dubois | lest they leave | ota

MJ | MCU | OTA

robin ellacott • cb strike

kenma | haikyuu

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no subject

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Goro Akechi ➴ Persona 5

lumine ( genshin impact )

topaz ( honkai: star rail )

aether; genshin impact

caelus; honkai star rail

Hanta Sero | MHA

Bandou Saburouta | K

Chrissy Cunningham | Stranger Things

Bucky Barnes | mcu

Kageyama Tobio | Haikyuu!!

blitzø | helluva boss

an zhe — little mushroom

euphemia li britannia | code geass

hilda valentine goneril | fire emblem: three houses/hopes

takatoshi hijiyama | 13 sentinels: aegis rim

kyouko kirigiri | dangan ronpa

machi kuragi | fruits basket

Stolas | Helluva Boss | OTA, m/m for any shipping

Dorian Storm | Critical Role | OTA

louis de pointe du lac / interview with the vampire

neuvillette ― genshin impact

steve harrington — stranger things

eddie munson — stranger things

aventurine | honkai star rail

chrissy cunningham — stranger things

Conner J | Original

Jack Townsend | Tales from the Gas Station

jumpscares you over a week later

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louis de pointe du lac / interview with the vampire

Aether | Genshin Impact | ota

Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role

Mitsuri Kanroji ♥ Kimetsu no Yaiba ♥ OTA

louis de pont du lac { iwtv.