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fudgechocolatepuff · 10 days ago
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keigo t. x reader smau
tidbits of texts exchanged between you and your pro hero boyfriend!! -slice of life (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡
i’ve been loving smau’s lately they’re so casual and cute im obsessed, hope you guys like mine!
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fudgechocolatepuff · 26 days ago
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a lovebirds bloom! (pumpkin pie edition) pt.ii🍁
keigo t. x fem. reader | wholesome fluff :)
pt.i of a lovebirds bloom
summary ⋆ ꪆৎ you with an unoccupied life intertwine paths with the fastest and busiest hero, where you both catch a break in your tranquil flower shop. lots of love in the air begin to unfold ꪆৎ
sneak peek ➸ you bump into the winged hero again in the fall season by chance, but neither of you two mind.
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Brisk air flew over your face upon wiping the window for the -mpth time today.
Although you carefully scrubbed at the glass to rid it of any visible blemishes left from the busy workday, the window remained foggy, dewy droplets sticking from the outside and obscuring your view of the street beyond. 
The sky above was nothing short of clear, the stars twinkled from above in contrast to the darkening of the blue sky, now a navy-black colour. 
In response to the sudden draft drawn in from the decreasing temperatures outside, your fingers wrapped around the end-loops of your scarf and pulled, tightening its hold on your neck in hopes of trapping the heat there. 
If only the small window tucked in the back would close all the way instead of inviting a day-lasting breeze to nip at the tips of every customer’s ears.
Aside from the chill air that bit at the tips of your fingers, you grew more satisfied looking over the decor that you were tasked to put up, just in time for the incoming autumn season. 
No matter for what season you decorated for, the warm-toned paint of light cafè brown matched every occasion. 
This time—since you were put in charge of the aesthetics of the shop—you made sure that the festivity of the harvest-halloween period would radiate more than the past years’ decorations, and draw in more customers!
Perhaps, if you tried hard enough, you could draw back the attention of the winged hero.
You shook your head to snap yourself out of that ridiculous fantasy. 
Okay—sure, you missed the interaction exchanged between you and the hero, but you doubted he’d ever come back, let alone acknowledge the tension he’d left behind when he dashed through the doors that spring morning. 
It was embarrassing! Being stuck up on a menacingly short conversation was not of your character, especially as it was confined in your professional workspace. 
But you couldn’t deny, he teased and teased your little talk together, leading himself on to flirt and flatter you. Hell, you even let him enamor you, blushing at every comment he made about you. 
“He was a hero though, of course he’d do a bit of romancing, that was his way of making talk with any woman around his age!” you reminded yourself, the pride that resided in your heart shrinking to embarrassment. 
After letting yourself stare at the wall and ponder whether you should quit your job and start a new life in Europe, you continued your ritual of turning off each lamp scattered throughout the shop, appreciating the orange-ish glow it reflected onto the fresh stock of pumpkins and giving the space a homely fall ambience. 
You retrieved your coat that hung on the teensy wooden rack, slipping it through your arms as the tired began to rush into your body. 
Hanging your bag over your shoulder, you stepped toward the double doors, not before letting your nails glide past and tap against each of the candles, a subtle waft of vanilla-pumpkin flowing through your senses.  
You snatched a candle to take home, just as a souvenir, you’d pay it back tomorrow. 
Flipping over the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’, the bell of the door jingled as you walked out, with a bittersweet feeling now settling in your chest. 
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With a swift movement, Hawks’ hands tugged at the collar of his jacket, the fluffy white trim heating his lower face the tiniest bit as he flew through the crisp air of the autumn night.
He groaned in annoyance, regretting his decision of leaving all his hot-pockets at home, his frown grimacing more at the feeling of his empty, cold pockets. 
Hawks hated this time of weather. Not the merriment of outdoor activities, oh no—he loved the idea of pumpkin patches and apple picking. 
It was the transition between summer and winter. The drastic decrease in temperatures after the steady 70s in the past weeks left the man shivering. 
He wasn’t used to the dropping temperatures and neither was the rest of the civilians below, all bunched up in their coats and arms crossed tightly against their chests. This year brought quite the chilly autumn, maybe the coldest of them all. 
“A cup of the hottest, frothiest and sweetest coffee would really hit the spot,” the hero thought, scanning over the masses of people, hopping his pupils over every few buildings in seek of refuge from the cool night and to be treated to a nice dessert-in-a-drink. 
Just when his eyes lit up to the sight of a coffee shop that looked quiet enough to not be noticed, something else caught his eye rather quickly.
A lady dressed in a dark coat and a slightly brighter, but full and cozy scarf wrapped around her neck that held a peculiar yet chic pattern on the woven fabric. 
She appeared to be running on an empty street—or… chasing something. Hawks looked ahead of the woman, to which he spotted a small cylinder container rolling downhill that the woman must’ve been trying to catch. 
To this, Hawks laughed to himself softly, not to make fun of her, it just looked a little silly! The hero’s gloved hands cupped the outside of his mouth, where he huffed out to capture at least some tinge of warmth before descending onto the street of the escaping container. 
If it had been some other instance where he wasn’t bored out of his mind and actually had to patrol an area, he would have just sent a feather on its dandy way to complete a small mishap like this one. 
However, he had finally found an escape. 
His boots landed on the smooth pavement with a quiet ‘tap’ at the end of the street as he crouched down to reach his hand out, catching what looked to be a candle just in time. 
The woman who scurried down the road slowed her steps to catch her breath. 
“It’s not every night where your own candles run away from you. This yours?” the winged hero held out his hand as he flicked his eyes to the woman. 
But the cheeky smile instilled on his face suddenly dissipated into a wide-eyed stare, his question almost being cut off by his shock. 
The bundled-up woman breathed in once again—finally able to breathe steadily—as she extended her own fingers to take back the candle, but tensed up as her pupils recalled the dark shade of the man’s gloves, and felt her shoulder blades freeze. 
“Oh… you’re—“
“The flower shop girl,” Hawks remarked, a gentler smile blemishing his face, “the cute one who gave me the bouquet that Miruko adored.” 
Despite the cold sitting in the air, the warmth still made its way onto your skin. Your voice shook nervously, trying to not make this situation as awkward as much as you could.
“It.. it was nothing really, just wanted to dedicate something for a hero I really admire.” 
You shifted your hands to be clasped in front of you, just below your stomach as you spoke. 
“Well, she really loved it. Seriously, if I had gone to another store I wouldn’t be called the ‘best feather flower fairy.’”
A laugh ran through from your chest as you imagined Miruko’s reaction to the “flower fairy” delivering her bouquet. 
“I suppose you aren’t the kind of person to give her gifts like that.”
“Nah, not really. However, I just figured to get her something with a tad bit more of sentiment for her 25th,” he replied casually, still grasping the sweet scented candle in his hand. 
“Oh, that’s so sweet! I bet she really got all emotional and recited an honoring speech dedicated to you, going on and on about you being so thoughtful.” 
“If the speech was followed by a smack in the arm and a 2 minute-long cackle at me being so sappy, then yeah, I’d say she got a bit teary, almost gave me a hug, even.”
“I wonder how she’ll react next year.”
“Perhaps she’ll dedicate a memoir to me and buy me a bouncy house. A gift for a gift.”
Not many were able to joke with him like that. Of course, Hawks’ fans and acquaintances always felt ecstatic to chat with him, but there was no real talk—only jokes he’s heard millions of times before. 
And he’d never want to offend them, but they were either quite boring, or too overwhelming.
Either way, they didn’t treat him as if he was any other person, just a man-doll that swooped by and teased or flirted those who wanted his attention. 
With you, though, he could be sarcastic and not be looked at in a ‘were you joking?’ kind of way. He had almost forgotten what it was like to connect with another person on a deeper level. 
No, this was a bit more sweeter, and he didn’t want to lose that. 
Your delicate fingertips shooed hair out of your face as you looked onto the street, now completely drowned out by the darkness of the night, lit only by the orange-hued street lamps. 
You didn’t even notice the lingering gaze the winged man held onto your face, glossing over your features hypnotically. 
He stepped to your side and met with your eyes, “Hey, I know it’s getting a bit late, and you probably have work tomorrow. I just wanted to know if you’d wanna grab a quick bite with me. I saw a cafè down a couple’a blocks down.”
Although the fatigue in your body raged deep in your bones, you could endure it a bit longer for a nab of coffee. 
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The walk to the cafè was fairly comfortable. 
He noted to you that he even saw some pastries displayed on the window. A “sugar plum fairy” you called him, to which he grumbled at the reminder of the foolish name. What a baby. 
You didn’t expect to be asked about the progress of the flower shop, but you gladly told him about the new pumpkins that came with a carving kit, how you’d probably snatch one for yourself to make a design. 
“Wouldn’t a starry night be easier than a character like Hello Kitty? You’re quite the artistic type.” 
“Shushh! I’ve always fantasized about a glowing hello kitty with a witch hat, don’t crush my dreams.”
“Poor little florist, wants to express all of her feelings through Hello Kitty! Don’t worry, sweets, I won’t do too much on you.” 
“I’m glad you understand the severity of my fixation.”
“Heroes are always empaths, ya’know?” 
“You not so much!”
In response, he side-eyed you and crossed his arms.
You shuffled your hands into the pockets of your coat, when a sudden thought slipped into your mind. 
“Oh, by the way, my name’s (your name).”
“Hi, (name).”
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Upon arriving to the cafè, you felt like you could have fallen asleep on the leather-seated-booths that gave just the right of cushioning, but at this point you were starved for sugar. 
Its style was a bit more foreign like—a banner next to the cashier framed the statement that read the inspiration came from Western Europe. The beauty and emptiness of the little shop just proved it to be a gem that you’d keep a secret forever.
Somehow, you found yourself matching Hawks’ vibe with the coziness of the café. Warm, golden, fuzzy. 
You darted your eyes back down to the menu before Hawks could catch you staring at him, focusing on the ‘hot options’ category. 
When you looked up to ask what he’d order, he was already staring you back, a mischievous glint in his eye. 
“I saw that.” he taunted, a smug grin rested on his lips. 
“Sorry,” you mumbled, the obvious humiliation present on your features, pursing your lips together with the intention of relieving your shame. 
“It’s no problem, doll,” his assuring statement completely opposite of his teasing expression, “Do you know what you want?”
As if it was on cue, a waitress ambled her way over to your table, notepad in hand, not even batting an eye to the number two, “What would you guys like to order?”
“May I get a (hot drink of your choice), please?” 
The waitress scribbled down your order and turned to the man across from you.
“Ah, can I have a hot white-mocha with an extra shot of caramel as well as a slice of pumpkin pie?”
“Alright, I’ll have those out for you two in a bit!” 
You thanked her before she scurried on into the back, “It’s absolutely ludicrous that nobody else acknowledges the fact that you have a huge sweet tooth.”
“Sugar energizes my system more than caffeine, it’s just how I function.”
“Do you brush your teeth at night? Y’know, sugar can rot those pearly whites of yours.”
“Yes, mother, I brush my teeth every night,” he chuckled, adjusting the buckle of his watch.
“It can also give you a condition, don’t know if you’ve heard, but it’s called diabetes—“
“Yeesh, I didn’t know I’d come to this place just to be lectured about my tastes.”
“If it were anybody else, they’d say the exact same thing.” 
“Oh, let me be.”
The two of you went silent after that, but in a comfortable moment of calm, engulfing the presence of each other and the faint chatter of the minimal customers that were also sat down in the cafè. 
Hawks in that moment wondered if he twisted the crown of his watch back far enough, he could make this night last forever. 
Before long, you’re both gulping down your hot beverages, a waterfall of heaven swirling in the brown paper cups in your hands. 
After a short debate, the two of you decided that it was getting late, and you both had busy work days to deal with tomorrow, and so he took the pumpkin pie to-go and shared it with you on your walk to the train stop. It wasn’t rude courtesy if no one could see you two at the dead of night. 
“How come you live a bit far from your flower shop?”
You chewed your piece of pie, both crust and filling, “I don’t know, honestly. I think after applying to all the jobs I had in mind, I drew little paper pieces from a hat to just decide and get it over with.” 
“Decision making can be tough when it comes to jobs.”
“You get it,” crumbs of pie fell onto your coat as you responded with your mouth full.
The hero held the empty plate with sprinkles on crumbs left behind in his hand, and with your candle in the other as you two continued the walk, about 3 minutes away. 
Stopping at the top of the stairs that descended down into the underground station, Hawks stopped you from going further. 
“Look, I really enjoyed this little going out together, although it started out with me ending your game of tag with your candle.” 
You huffed lightly looking back at the thought, a shy smile tugging at your face, “Yeah, I’m glad I bumped into you when I did.”
Placing the candle into your palms, he began to take a few steps back, and Hawks admitted to you, “I hope to see you soon, sweets, whenever time permits.”
You waved to him, “Thanks for the pie.” 
He nodded his head and gave you a sweetly sick smile, before turning to walk away and prepare to fly off. 
As much as you hated for this night to end, you could at least encourage him to come back to you. 
“Come back to the shop soon!” you shouted from afar, hoping he would hear.
The winged hero turned his head, waving his hand and shouting back, “I will!” eventually flying away into the alluring night sky. 
The next time you’d come back to this cafe, you promised to order pumpkin pie every time. 
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a/n: so sorry for not posting this sooner! i’ve been so caught up in my studies and i couldn’t find time to post! however i lovedd writing this and figured now would be the best time to publish this. i hope this makes up for my absence :) love you and happy october!!
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fudgechocolatepuff · 3 months ago
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so soft n cuteeeeee omgmgmg
Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.
You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head,  but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.
The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.
As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart,  hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.
Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.
your sweet spring sunshine.
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fudgechocolatepuff · 3 months ago
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lovee this idea for him hes so cuteee. def would come back with a gazillion rashes 🤭
camping with hawks/keigo takami
warnings: none, this is just some fluff!
you might think that, for being a top hero, keigo would have some experience or a general idea for what to do with camping. in reality, he very much doesn’t — not in a traditional sense, anyway.
the HPSC has taught him what to do in plenty of emergency situations, and camping is included within that list… sort of. in their ideal scenario, he would have a set of military supplies and know how to pitch a basic tent and start a fire for his survival.
in your ideal scenario, however, keigo knows how to do things like roast marshmallows over a fire, or
he doesn’t quite know how to do either of these things, but by god is he excited to indulge you! when you bring up the idea of a camping trip to him, keigo is ecstatic.
keigo’s idea of ‘normal’ camping is glamping. he’s going to have the very best of the best set up for the both of you: a tent that is way too big and fancy for two people, the best mattresses that he can bring into the woods, and a stupid amount of food in a way too fancy cooler.
like, seriously, you will have so much food that you’d think that you were bringing a small family of bears with you.
when it comes to any other activities that revolve around camping, like hiking or fishing— keigo doesn’t have a clue as to what he’s doing. he’s a city boy at heart, so be prepared to stop every few seconds for him to take in the greenery and foliage
if you dare go fishing with him, be very prepared to help the poor man untangle a hook from his clothes. he has no idea how to throw a line, and absolutely snagged the hook on his clothes while trying to look cool and impressive for you
also be prepared to help fish him out of the river, because he will not learn from his previous mistakes and is likely to slip in. he’s notably out of his element and embarrassed about it, but you don’t mind. it’s cute!
and hey, one more for the road: if it so happens to start raining or you need a shield against the sun, keigo is more than happy to use one of his wings as an impromptu umbrella/sun blocker for you 💞
it’s a fun trip overall, because at the end of the day, you get to cuddle up to him in your tent with a snack of your choice, and look up at a sky full of stars.
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fudgechocolatepuff · 3 months ago
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a lovebirds bloom! 🌷 pt.i
keigo t. x fem. reader | wholesome fluff :)
pt.ii of a lovebirds bloom
summary ⋆ ꪆৎ you with an unoccupied life intertwine paths with the fastest and busiest hero, where you both catch a break in your tranquil flower shop. lots of love in the air begin to unfold ꪆৎ
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In contrast to the big city where everyone bustled to work in a hurry and longed for a minute more at home, you were met with a life you found quiet, but quite easy.
Fortunately, you were able to nag yourself a lovely position as a florist in a small flower shop tucked away from all the chaos that the streets carried.
You took your current job to be a gem, considering you had a never-ending obsession with flowers and bouquets since you entered high school that thankfully you kept as you approached your 20s.
Despite the fears that others had about these small jobs like lower compensation, you found peace in such a laid back and natural environment, an escape from the worldly problems that awaited you when you flipped the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’.
Of course, you were aware that the shop wasn’t very popular among those in the city, and you didn’t exactly “make bank” like you had intended to as a teen, but you still enjoyed the connections you made with your boss, your other 3 co - workers, and your clients. 
Due to the lack of popularity of the flower shop, it wasn’t normal that anyone of high status ever visited. They’d always be too busy with their inquires to bless you with their presence or had their assistants do it instead.
Until one day when you were browsing through your laptop, choosing and buying flowers from suppliers when you heard the jingle of the door bell ring faintly in front of you.
If there were anyone you weren’t expecting to walk in the shop to browse through the supply of plants, you definitely weren’t ready to see the number two hero in the country waltz through the door.
You stopped scrolling through the page you were on and stared at the hero, observing his movements in awe.
Out of all of the training your co-workers drilled into you, you had no idea how you were going to confront the winged hero.
Um, Hello?? Hero Hawks?? What brings you in our flower shop that’s literally the size of a dormitory room?? On a random sunday afternoon in the beginning of march?? What the flip??
The air of your workspace became too awkward for you to breathe in.
Gosh, it was just so random that such a well known hero like him would be in such a small flower shop like the one you worked in, the comparison was mortifying.
You knew that pro heroes existed, sure, but making interaction with them seemed like talking to someone of higher class.
Well, maybe it was like literally talking to someone of higher class, but in a scenario like this, it was 1000x more intimidating.
You watched his eyes as they glanced every few seconds in the ‘solid tones’ from the ‘pink’ selection to the ‘red’ selection, and then to the ‘baby blue’.
You weren’t the best analyst, but you quickly recognized the lost gaze he held in his eyes as he searched without a clue what he was even looking for in the first place.
It was kind of cute to see him so concentrated on some silly flowers.
Hawks then turned his head toward you and caught the admiration in your face, returning a gentle smile that made you mentally curse yourself for letting him catch you drool at him as if he were a masterpiece of art.
His revealed toned arms crossed against his chest definitely were a piece of art no doubt about that-
“ ‘scuse me, but could I steal you away for a minute? I jus’ need some help… doing all of this I guess,” the hero chuckled to you, his hand ruffling through the winded locks of his hair. 
Your knees shook at the warmth of his voice and his boyish laugh that you almost ignored the initial request all together as you treasured his being.
You swear his presence was a mesmerizing haze, leaving you dumbstruck for a few moments.
“Oh… oh! Yes, yes! I’ll be right there!” You exclaimed to him as you snapped out of your lovesick daze, skipping out from behind the register counter to resolve his flower fiasco.
You stood to his side, looking up at him with your hands clasped behind your back. “So, how can I help you today, Hawks?” 
His hesitation and ‘ah..’ that dragged out of his mouth revealed to you that he didn’t know how to start with his little issue. Poor him, you thought. Might’ve been a bizarre story for all you knew.
You assured him that you could help no matter how peculiar the situation.
Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if you had to stand there all day to listen to his melodic voice.
He put his hands in the fronts of his pant pockets as he began to explain,
“Alright, so, ya’ see, today happens to be one of my friends’ birthday, Mirko, I’m sure you know who she is, and ah.. I kinda forgot ta’ get her a present—hero duties and all, ‘course I’d forget, right?”
You nodded your head and hummed letting him know you were listening to his story.
He scratched the back of his neck as he continued,
“Only thing I can think of getting her right now are flowers, I know she likes them, but I dunno the first thing about flowers. You get where I am in this situation?” he smiled nervously, hoping you’d understand.
“Yeah, I have an idea,” you giggled, your hand making its way to cover your mouth as you poked fun at him, “kind of crazy how you would forget such an important birthday like that though.”
The hero put his hands up in defeat, “You got me there. That’s bad on my part, but at least I’m trying to salvage this,” he joked. “I’m just hung up on what to get her, I can’t picture any color, any theme, nothing.”
He turned to fully face you and tilted his head a bit to the right, a cheekier grin tugging at his lips. “Thankfully though I’ll be saved by the cutest florist who I’m sure will get me hooked up on the best selection of flowers.”
You felt your teeth suddenly grind against each other with a sharp breath you took in following after, making Hawks laugh at your stiffened reaction.
“So, what combination do you think would go well for today’s occasion?” He awaited your response with an owl-ish blink, crossing his arms again in anticipation.
Shaking off the embarrassment pooling in the core of your stomach, you took a moment to think.
‘Mirko.. although she appeared as a tough fierce woman, you personally believed she’d appreciate something elegant and light. (It made even more sense to you since the spring season would begin to bloom this week.)’
“I was thinking of something simple. Um, perhaps a pair of white roses and lavender baby’s breath..?” You searched Hawks’ eyes for any sign of approval, to which a glint in his eye shone as he looked back at you.
“I trust your judgment to whatever selection you make for me. I already know that I’ll leave this shop saved.”
His caring attributes and words were hypnotizing you as a timid smile curved at your lips and you held back the urge to utter an “awww.”
“I’ll get them wrapped up for you right now, it shouldn’t take too long.”
You still couldn’t fathom the fact that Hawks was literally the only one in the shop with you, it didn’t feel real, more like a dream where everything around you would turn into clouds and the two of you would levitate towards eachother until your lips met-
snip snip!
Hawks’ knuckles knocked rhythmically on the counter as his leaned figure watched yours snipping the stems of snow white roses.
He couldn’t help but let his eyes linger over your delicate fingers, handling the plants so well. He bet your touch was as gentle as a feather.
What was he thinking.
Hawks felt his heart tighten. He wasn’t sure if it was out of flattery, but his pinkening cheeks told him otherwise.
He should stop by this place more often.
He gulped down his thoughts, pupils looking up at you showing off your work to the hero.
The boquete was decently sized, definitely not small. The flowers were spread out and mixed evenly making the colors appear vibrant. From the stem up, the plant bunch was wrapped in a lovely baby pink sheet.
You extended your arm to his face, obliviously poking him in the cheek with the flowers as you finalize your final touches with a little ‘shift’ here and a ‘shift’ there.
“It’s not the best I’ve whipped up, but I hope this is good enough for Mirko.”
Standing up straight, Hawks took the boquete out of your hands, ever so slightly making sure to brush his fingers against yours, transferring the jolt of electricity from his body to yours.
It would be criminal to ignore a gesture like such. Who were you kidding—it left your beating heart throbbing, yearning for more contact. You had to keep it professional.
His hawk-like eyes stabbed daggers into yours, releasing a spell that couldn’t let you look away from the man in front of you.
“Knew I could trust you. Cutest flowers I’ve ever seen. They’re perfect.” he insisted, face not faltering one bit as he kept his eye contact with you—not looking away for a second—and craned his head the tiniest bit to the right to steal another flustered smile from you.
You hoped that he wasn’t talking about the flowers.
The three seconds that you and Hawks took engulfing each other in the moment felt like it lasted three years.
Yes, it was cliché, no need to yell it in your face, but it was nice. For both you and Hawks.
You had a delightful change of pace in your uneventful days, and with the most gorgeous man your eyes ever laid upon? Come on, you had to enjoy this.
You were a lovely girl to be around, really. Something about your personality just felt soothing after all the mental and physical wounds he endured throughout the years.
He couldn’t just leave it all here though. He was no casanova—quite the opposite, actually—but he knew you two had some sort of connection.
Hell, maybe he was delusional about this, but he couldn’t care less. He felt his stomach sink whenever he looked back at you, depicting whether it were butterflies or not.
He cleared his throat. “Well, thanks for the flowers, sweetheart. I better move along now, duty calls. How much do I..”
“Oh..! No, no, don’t worry about it, it’s on me this time,” You stimbled an awkward, but sincere smile as your fingers subtly fidgeted with a strand of your hair, gliding up and down the piece.
Hopefully the ‘understanding’ sprinkled into your smile would console him of his awkwardness. Even you could see it, and that was saying something.
The winged hero returned a soft grin to that, muttering a “thank you.” as he made his way to the door, his hand hovering over the handle.
He turned his head back to look at you, capturing your image in his mind so he could replay it over and over when he made his leave.
Raising your hand to wave him goodbye, you wondered when the next time you’d see him would be, or if you would ever even see him again. It felt bittersweet.
“Come back again soon.”
“I plan to do so.” He professed, pulling the door open and taking a few steps out the shop before he took off into the city, leaving you shocked and still in the shop by his bold remark.
If anyone were to be zipping through the winds at a decently fast speed, it’d be normal to be a bit cold.
But in this case, the winged hero was warming up the more your shop came out of view. He whipped out his phone from his pocket and opened his “imessage”.
hawks:
i think i just met the love of my life. and kind of ruined it sent 1m ago
rumi:
you dumbass. sent just now
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a/n: longest and might be the corniest thing i ever wrote, cute tho! last part was kind of a joke, idk if hawks would acc text ppl like that. lmk if i should do another part! love uuu! 💗
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fudgechocolatepuff · 4 months ago
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adorableee omgg
Rainy days… 🌧️
hawks x seraph quirk! reader (enjoy!)
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The heavy rain had come out of nowhere, catching both of you off guard and forcing you to seek shelter under the awning of a nearby shop. The rain continued to pour down, creating a steady rhythm on the pavement as you stood there together, trying to stay dry.
He glanced sidelong at you, taking in your soaked appearance. Your hair was plastered to your forehead, and your clothes clung to your frame. But there was something strangely captivating about the way you looked, despite the fact that you were both drenched and annoyed.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation. Of course, you both just had to forgot your umbrellas on the one day it decided to pour. Typical.
"Well, looks like we're stuck here for a while.”
he quipped, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms across his chest, attempting to hide the effect your soaked appearance was having on him.
He watched you sigh, noticing the slight pout on your lips. Despite the situation, he found himself smiling at your expression - you were so damn cute when you pouted.
‘Hey, it's not that bad. Could be worse’
He remarked, trying to inject a bit of levity into the situation. He knew how much you hated being stuck like this, but he couldn't help but tease you at least a bit.
You stick your hand out and felt the droplets hit your palm as an idea popped into your mind. Your eyes now filled with a mischievous glint.
He noticed the change in your expression and immediately knew what you were thinking. He narrowed his eyes, a small frown on his face.
‘No. No, absolutely not.’
He knew that look. It spelled trouble every single time.
‘Please Hawks c’mon..’
You say in a pleading tone while giving him those puppy eyes that always makes his heart swell with warmth.
He let out a sigh, knowing that you weren't going to give up. Your persistence was infuriating and adorable at the same time.
‘Fine. But if we both end up sick, you're taking care of me.’
Despite his initial protest, he found himself unable to resist your enthusiasm. The sight of you running and laughing in a downpour of rain was infectious, and he couldn't help but join in on the fun.
He found himself chasing you around, both our wings getting more soaked by the minute, but he didn't care. The sound of your laughter made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so carefree and happy.
He couldn't help but stare at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you giggling and splashing around in the rain. Your drenched wings and wet hair made you look absolutely adorable, and he felt a strange fluttering sensation in his chest.
"You're ridiculous, you know that?"
He said, shaking his head in amusement as he watched you frolic around.
As you grabbed onto his arm, you ran through the rain without any thoughts or care in the world. All that matters is the moment you’re in right now..
He let out a surprised grunt as you grabbed onto his arm, but he didn't resist. Instead, he adjusted his grip on you and started running with you, dodging puddles and laughing like fools in the rain.
He couldn't remember the last time he felt this free and happy. Running with you through the rain, just the two of you, felt like something out of a dream - a dream he never wanted to wake up from…
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Author’s note!! :
Helloo!! Thanks for reading, it’s been years ever since i made a fanfic so sorry for the mistakes or if it’s bad! (^_<)
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fudgechocolatepuff · 4 months ago
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bye i love this sm wtf
my caffeine mix-up!
contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. you accidentally pick up the number two hero’s coffee so picks you up instead.
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You take a sip of your morning coffee and almost spit it out on your dashboard.
This could not be your order. It was so… unusually sugary. Too sugary. Like someone liquified a whole candy store and shoved it into a venti cup.
Still reeling a little from the overly sweet aftertaste that lingers on your tongue, your eyes trail down to read:
Vt Crml Crnch Frap
5 Banana
Ex Caramel Drizzle
Extra Whip
Extra Ice
Ex Cinnamon
7 pumps Add Dk Crml Sauce
Ex Caramel Crunch
1 pump Honey Blend
Heavy Cream
Double Blended
What kind of pretentious asshole orders this garbage? Were their taste buds dead?
You mentally sent your condolences to the poor person that had to make this disgusting monstrosity of a drink. Please, you would’ve taken one look at the order and thrown it in the trash.
Your eyes searched the paper cup for who your local coffee shop transgressor was– catching sight of a scribble in blue marker reading “H-A.” You moved your hand a bit to reveal a “W-K-S.” A sense of dread creeps in as you numbly stare at the squiggly heart next to it.
It was like someone slipped an ice cube down the back of your shirt.
You had mistakenly picked up the wildly famous winged pro hero’s order and to make things even worse, put your mouth on where his was supposed to be.
Okay that sounded kind of dirty. But it’s not like you could drive back and return it now, what with your lip gloss already staining the lid.
Hey, um, I think I accidentally took a sip of the Hawks’s coffee? Oopsies? You guess you could pay for his order to be remade, but who’s to say he’ll even come back for it, much less accept it from some random stranger?
You were already running late to your desk job as is, and your coworkers were probably scratching their heads, wondering where you were since you always arrived at least half an hour before them. Should you just throw it away and pretend it never happened?
Oh god, would some person dig through the trash the moment you turned your back and extract your DNA from your lip gloss on the lid, thinking you were a deranged fan who stole his drink on purpose?
Or worse—that you were his secret girlfriend picking up his drink who had just wanted a little taste first before delivering it to him?
Your brain starts to wring itself dry of all the possibilities that could happen, shuddering despite each one being as unlikely as the next. An impressive mental workout for an un-caffeinated person at barely eight in the morning.
You wish you never even went to get your usual little treat today. That barista definitely looked right at you when you went to pick up your order, you swear they did.
But now that you’re thinking about it, maybe they were looking at the person standing behind you that you didn’t see as you rushed out of the shop? How do you even miss a man with wings that big?
Something gently knocks on the driver side window and you almost jump out of your seat.
As you roll it down with caution, your brain momentarily stops functioning as you’re met with a pair of striking golden eyes. Another inch of tinted glass down, a strong Grecian nose.
Forget work, the hell. You didn’t even know noses could be that pretty, and as your last bit of window disappears into the car so does your self-respect as you realize he’s abandoned his usual tan-colored jacket, standing before you in his black compression shirt with gold embossment.
Forget everything, actually.
You don't realize you’re holding your breath until he laughs at you, and you sheepishly close your slightly parted lips.
“Didn’t know coffee thieves came this cute.” Drinking in your appearance his keen eyes stray from yours, slowly trailing down to your trembling lips, a stark contrast to the growing smirk on his. “Or this nervous.”
His fingers drum absentmindedly on the side of your car door, clear amusement written across his handsome face as he waits for you to say something. You collect yourself and snap out of your thoughts, taking a deep breath.
“I’msososorryIdrankyourcoffee!” You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment as your words come out in a jumble. “I totally grabbed the wrong order and I can’t believe I didn’t see you waiting behind me, I swear I’m not a creep–”
“Hey, hey,” Hawks gently interrupts you, reassurance laced in his voice. “It’s all good, no harm done.” He taps the paper cup that somehow miraculously hasn’t slipped out of your fingers yet.
“Sooo was it good?”
You choke on air, not expecting that. “Your drink?”
“Yeah, my drink.” He shoots you a cheeky grin. That bastard. “Good or nah?” You pause, contemplating if you should lie–no. No, today you chose honesty.
“...Genuinely, I have no idea how you drink this shit.”
Hawks laughs at your bold answer. “Thanks for being my little taste tester anyways. Too sweet, huh?” The tip of his finger traces around the remnants of your lip gloss on the lid, the cup still in your now slightly shaky hand as you nod.
His touch seared against your skin, as his pretty fingers closed around yours to raise the drink up to his lips to take a slow sip, eyes never leaving your own.
With a gaze that was infuriatingly sultry as it was sweet, like a bird of prey beckoning a field mouse to be their next meal, he murmurs, “Just how I like it.”
You’re not really sure he was talking about the coffee anymore.
He hums, and your thighs involuntarily clench a bit as his soft-looking mouth closes around the opening of the lid to take another sip.
“I’d say you’re a villain that deserves their own special category.” He grins, eyes sparkling conspiratorially. “One that involves letting me take her out to dinner.”
If you weren’t sitting down you know your legs would have given out. “Like… like on a date?” You gape at him incredulously. Because there was no way. Hawks. Just asked you out.
“Now sweetheart, what else would it be?” Hawks smirks at your dazed expression, like you’re sure you misheard him. So cute. “I mean, unless you don’t want to–”
“No!” He blinks, and your hand flies to cover your mouth at your sudden outburst.
“I-I mean, I want to…” You shyly say at a much quieter volume, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. He leans closer to you with a grin, languidly resting his folded arms over the open frame of your car door.
“It’s a date then. I know this really good sushi and ramen place down the block near my agency, my treat of course.”
“If I’m a villain is this your idea of rehabilitation?” You joke dryly. “Because it’s working.”
He tips your chin up. “Oh don’t worry pretty, I’m just getting started with turning you into a good girl.” A hot flush creeps up your neck to your cheeks, and you almost melt into a puddle right then and there at your steering wheel.
“I’d love to stay but I’m actually so late for work right now.” You utter weakly, chin still resting against his finger. Hawks tilts his head at that, unfolding his vibrant crimson wings as he wordlessly opens the front door of your car.
With little effort and an impressive flex of his biceps, plus a sharp intake of breath from you, one of his arms slips under your thighs and another firmly hugs you just under your shoulder blades as he lifts you up to his firm chest.
A smirk tugs at his lips as he feels your flustered arms hastily reach up to wrap around his neck. Honeyed eyes like molten gold meet yours as he gives a gentle squeeze to your thigh through your pencil skirt, and once again you find yourself needing a reminder to breathe.
“So, where to?”
“IS THAT FUCKING HAWKS OUTSIDE OUR COMPANY’S BUILDING?!”
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say you can’t sleep, baby i know, that’s that me expresso~ ♪
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fudgechocolatepuff · 4 months ago
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a simple night for us ⋆·˚ ༘ *
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1.9k words [7-8 min read.] keigo t. x fem . reader
summary: you wake up from a long nap nearing 10pm. your apartment is a mess, but all you want to do is see your keigo..
mentions: a summerween fluff fic where you and keigo spend time together until the moment you fall asleep together ♡
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ping! 
you jerked up out of your arms that your head was resting on seconds before, roused out of your deep slumber that was intended to only be a light nap. 
you were exhausted to say the least. your bones ached from doing all of your daily activities and chores, yearning to rest once again, but you were already past feeling drowsy and sleepy, now alert and wide awake. 
wearily, you attempted to sit up from the couch you’d been napping on but winced, your limbs sore from the awkward position that you had fallen asleep in. 
as you readjusted yourself on the cushions, stretching out your arms and popping a few joints, your eyes glanced over your dimly candle-lit living room in search of the loud noise that you swore you heard from your phone…
once you had found your phone tangled within dozens of papers from work in front of you on the coffee table, your warm fingers scooped it up from the mess on the table, hands shifting, fixing themselves to cup your phone within your palms. 
the bright glow that emitted from the cellphone made you squint and scrunch your face a bit as your eyes weren’t used to the brightness, and you opted to turn the brightness down on your phone yourself. 
your eyes darted to the bottom of your screen to the notification that woke you up in the first place.
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sent 5 minutes ago.
kei 
9:46 p.m. 
Hey, are you busy rn? Just got off early from my night patrol.
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your breath slowed and softened as you realized it was only keigo. oh how you missed his silly cute charming self. poor man was being worked to the bone and he’s had to sacrifice his entire schedule primarily for work, which included spending time with you.
looking up from the glow of your device to scan your living room and kitchen, you cringed at the state it was in, appearing unkempt as you recall you hadn’t been able to even start drying the many dishes left in the sink. 
a tired sigh left your lips as the clutter of your apartment would possibly sabotage a night spent with your boyfriend. 
then, suddenly, a wave of motivation came over yourself, and you quickly typed back in your messages:
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you
9:48 p.m
no im not busy rn, can u come over pls? i just want to have an us night.  ——
text bubbles popped up seconds after you sent the message.
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kei
9:48 p.m
Of course, sweets. How about a movie night? I can go to the nearest 7-11 for snacks. I’ll try to be at your place in 30 minutes tops, just gotta close up my office for the night. 
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well damn did he type fast, and DAMN WAS HE GOING TO GET HERE FAST! maybe, just maybe you could have time to clean up the work in front of you, dry the dishes as hurriedly as possible, and take the quickest shower of your life! 
immediately, you got to work, clearing the table and stuffing the immense amount of paperwork in your folder and into your bag. ‘25 minutes.. okay. i got this.’ 
you scrubbed and scrubbed at each bowl and cup frantically, nearly throwing them all in the cabinets as 18 minutes remained. 
scattering to the bathroom, you turned on the shower, and cramped your usually-one-hour-shower-routine into one that lasted merely 15 minutes. 
lunging for your robe and towel, you run back to your bedroom where you made your bed as neat as it could look, taking a few steps back to do a final inspection of your room to make sure everything seemed right in place and cozy enough for you and keigo.
turning your heel back to the living room, you picked up your phone resting on the sofa and checked to see if keigo had given any update about his whereabouts, to which your eyes lit up at the message he sent: 
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sent 2 minutes ago. 
kei
10:20 p.m
I might be a little late, I got caught up in something happening out on the street. I’ll be there in 10, for real this time :)
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ping!
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sent just now.
kei
10:22 p.m
Also, batman or hello kitty? 
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okay, that was not a question that you expected, but at least you still had time to dry off and wait for him. 
why would he ask you about.. whatever. you responded back: 
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you 
10:22 p.m 
hello kitty, and its okay dont worry about it <3
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tap tap tap tap! 
the pattern of keigo’s taps on your balcony door were almost silent from your bedroom, but you could never miss it, because it was keigo of course; you knew it was him. 
mincing your way to the balcony door, you were greeted with keigo waving at you like a little boy, an infectious smile on his face while holding a number of bags in his right hand stuffed with goods.  
sliding the door open, he stepped in, kicking off his boots as he sent some of his feathers to take ahold of the goodies, emerging from his back and snatching the bags to make their way to the kitchen counter. 
he took you in his arms and hugged you tight, with a subtle “hey..” whispered in your ear that made you tingle. 
your arms slid up his back, careful to not accidentally brush against his wings, as the pads of your fingers reached the back of his neck, holding and brushing through the soft blonde locks at the back of his head. 
“i missed you,” you muttered against his shoulder.
“missed ya’ too, sweets. so much.” he replied, engulfing the scent of your shampoo in your hair, his gloved hands rubbing circles on your back. 
you didn’t mind taking a few minutes to just be in the moment with keigo. you had missed him so, all you could do was rest on his shoulder and sway with him. 
eventually, he pulled away to take off his jacket and gloves as well as the visors sitting on the top of his head. he then took ahold of your hand while he led you into the kitchen. 
he grabbed one of the bags placed on the countertop and took out the contents inside. he handed you the softest pj set of hello kitty that you’d ever felt, only it was halloween themed, with witch hats and pumpkins and bats embroidered on the set. 
“i thought the bats on yours would match mine,” he explained, gesturing to the set he was holding in his hands. batman pjs.
ohh, so that’s what he meant with that text..
you agreed with him, “i think its adorable, they match so cutely!” smiling at keigo with your eyes beaming up at him, he chuckled to himself, internally cheering himself on as his little plan to match with you worked. 
“wait for me in your room. im gonna take a quick shower, then we’ll have the whole night to ourselves, yeah?” 
giddy was an understatement for what you felt. you nodded your head as you both headed to your room. 
you sat down on your bed while keigo pinched your cheek before entering the bathroom. 
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“so.. i was thinking about a movie, but honestly i don’t know what to choose.” you admitted to keigo, who had his head rested comfortably on your shoulder. 
“how about a halloween movie? it’d match our outfits pretty well, kinda like a little theme, like summerween maybe.” 
his suggestion intrigued you. it wasn’t fall yet, but you always loved the idea of a summerween movie night. 
“i’d love that actually.” 
the two of you settled on the nightmare before christmas to watch, cuddling one another with a blanket wrapped around you two, nice and snug together like two peas in a pod. 
[secretly, the two of you always have a debate whether it’s a halloween movie or a christmas movie. you always win every time with halloween.]
although it was ones of your favorites, the movie that you were supposed to be watching was drowned out as you turned to look at keigo. 
his sharp irises focused on the screen in front of him, his tusks of blond hair that usually stood upright and slicked back at his forehead were rested upon his eyes, flowing downward as if they were bangs, and they complimented his features so well. every few seconds or so, he would feed himself with a fist full of of popcorn, and you couldn’t help but just stare at him.
you loved when he was so calm, looked so sure that he was safe and didn’t need to have his guard up, he just looked so genuine right now.
you didn’t want him to catch you staring so you zipped your head back to the screen before he could bat an eye at you. 
it wasn’t until you turned back to him when you felt something poking at your cheek. when you peeked at him this time, his hand was holding a chocolate covered pretzel to your mouth, waiting for you to take it. 
reluctantly, you leaned closer to him, and his hand approached your face even closer just as you bit off a piece, flinching almost when his thick fingers grazed your lips. 
swallowing down your own flusterdness, all you wanted was to pretend nothing happened, and you decided on fiddling with the blanket to help ease the embarrassment. 
keigo on the other hand was on the brink of bursting with laughter. the way you stiffened to his touch was so adorable to him, he just wanted to tease you even more.
however he was a gentlemen, and he didn’t want to overwhelm you further, so he just left it at that, a proud smirk remaining on his face. 
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wrappers were littered on both of your nightstands along with empty popcorn bags that were long forgotten on the floor that you’d soon have to sweep up when you had the will. 
twinkling orange-hued fairy lights remained lit capturing the halloween ambiance as the movie began to reach its end. 
your mouth opened wide in a yawn , eyelids growing heavy and you started to feel sleepy again. 
gazing up at your boyfriend from his chest, you noticed that he also was struggling to keep awake. he blinked serenely, a frog-like blink at that, and his chest that you were using as a pillow rose and fell gently, slower and slower as midnight approached. 
keigo still felt you looking up at him, and so he tilted his head down and kissed at the crown of your head.
“maybe we should get some rest. you need your beauty sleep, sweets.” 
his voice has coated with honey as he said it, laced with chocolate kisses as he sounded so sweet and soft but definitely ready to hit the z’s. 
“m’kay.. should i try’ta pick up some of the-”
“no no, ‘s alright, i got it for you. just rest that pretty head of yours on those pillows, i’ll take care of everything.” he shushed you, cradling your jaw in his large hand as his feathers scattered, cleaning up your room, not missing a speck of trash. 
these were the best nights you could ever spend with keigo. the ones that mattered to you most were the quaint and simple ones. it wasn’t easy to catch him every night, which was why you cherished these nights in your heart, wishing that they would never end. 
the fairy lights flicked off, leaving you unable to see your winged companion. it was okay though, the warmth radiating from his body was enough to lull you to sleep. 
his strong arms snaked around your waist in a protective embrace, not planning to let go anytime soon. 
“g’night..” you slurred, “love you..” 
he pecked your cheek.
“night.. love you most, doll. sweet dreams. ” ღ
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a/n: i 1000000% love summerween its now my new obsession. i wish i could do everything with this man 😞 ik the pjs that i chose to pair didn’t rlly make sense but it was all i could think of 😭 💗ty 4 reading and see u next time byebye !
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fudgechocolatepuff · 5 months ago
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his headphones *+:。.。
౨ৎ keigos headphones were something that youve been focused on lately…
౨ৎ his new ones spark a warm feeling in your heart. but why? they’re just headphones..
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it had been some time since you and keigo started dating, perhaps a month or two, when you had suddenly began a strange fixation on keigo’s headphones. 
whenever he came and crashed at your place for the night, you’d see him stumble through your balcony door with a pair of headphones that you’d never really see him with during the daytime; black sony headphones…
you had first started to notice this because—and you’d never admit it to him but—you thought that the headphones originally paired with keigo’s hero outfit were HIDEOUS! i mean, seriously! yellow for the colour?? he looked liked a goofball with bananas for ears whenever he zoomed around the city patrolling. you never understood how he didn’t care that he was being captured in public with those putrid yellow looking mounds on his ears.
other than your hatred for how they looked, you had also been wondering how they worked. well, obviously you knew that he needed them to fly so that his ears wouldn’t explode going 370 km per hour in the air, but you always had one main question that always came to mind; could he listen to music with them? it would be more than disappointing to you if you found out that he couldn’t. ‘what would even be the point then?’ you’d ask yourself. personally, you couldn’t live a day without music, like, your ears NEEDED that constant ring of melodies and tunes throughout your day, a necessity really.  
so, one night, when keigo tapped at your balcony door and stepped inside with those same black sonys he’d been wearing for the past several weeks, you had asked him from the couch, 
“so.. what’s with those headphones that you’ve been coming in with lately?” 
you tried to make the question sound as normal as possible, but there was no way to mask how specific it was. keigo was in the kitchen in the middle of making some buldak ramen for dinner, you weren’t even sure if he had heard you with those headphones still attached to his head as he stirred the boiling pot, but he turned his head toward you and gave you a bit of a confused-but-also-blank expression, registering the bizarre question. 
an intrigued smile crept its way onto his face as his inital blank expression turned into one of a lazy smile but also curious as his eyes glanced back at the pot as he continued stirring the noodles.
“why do you ask? they’re jus’ headphones.” he asked slyly, playing along with your little investigation, flustering you a bit as you huffed softly, looking away from him and reaching for the remote and turning on the tv in search of a random show that would serve as background noise.
“it’s just that i dont really see you with those ones. do your other ones not work for listening to music?” 
he swiftly popped the seasoning packets open as the noodles absorbed the flavor. “yeah, basically. i figured that these would function better for me since its just more popular. i also got these because of my fans, y’know! have ‘ta keep up with the trends these days.” he flashed you a playful smile while he divided the ramen into two bowls for the both of you , like the multitasker he is.
the two of you remained in a comfortable silence eating the spicy ramen- well, keigo was more devouring it, but who could blame him? he’s had a long day at work and all he would want right now was have his stomach full and take a fat nap with you in his embrace. you chuckled softly to yourself as you watched him slurp his ramen furiously, to which he squinted his eyes at you in a ‘dont judge me,’ type of look. too bad it only made you laugh a bit louder. 
as you picked at your food, you couldnt help but look back at the silly question you asked him. like, seriously- your cheeks even warmed up thinking about it, what was wrong with you? you thought it was so cute though. you thought keigo was cute, with his cute little headphones that actually matched with his cute little style, thank GOD he wasn’t walking around your apartment with those horrid headphones, so yellow and ugly. 
you were brought out of your little hate bubble from a nudge to your arm. you turned to your right to see keigo with a giddy little mischievous smile. oh no.
“also, did i ever mention how well these headphones worked?” 
it was like he KNEW you were thinking about his damn headphones.
“uhh…. i guess not??” your eyes looked up at his grinning face, your brows knitted upwards in confusion. ‘ohmygoodnesswhywonthejustdropitomgomg-‘
he slipped his black sonys off from his neck where they had been resting since they started eating, and put them over your head to cover your ears. he then snatched his phone from his pocket, typing and tapping away when your ears were suddenly filled with the best, most crunchiest, crispiest, heart-filling quality music that you’ve heard. ‘damn. those headphones do sound good.” you thought as the catchy jams of mac demarco poured into your ears. you gave keigo a silly cheery smile, cheeks warmer as ever with your eyes smiling and all as he returned the same sappy grin, his lips a bit crooked in the cutest way as you listened to ‘no other heart’.
soon enough, the two of your infectious smiles broke out into endless giggles as you both thought about the initial stupid topic of headphones. yeah, those disgusting lemon-y headphones could never compare to the euphoric sound of keigo’s new black sonys. 
maybe you’d get a pair for yourself. 
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omg this short drabble took seconds to think about in my head but hours to execute 💔 ill get better i promise
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fudgechocolatepuff · 5 months ago
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sleeping in your rainy cave ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
the aura that the gloomy damp morning gave off was nothing short of cozy. the faint ‘pitter patter’ of the rain with the occasional rumble of thunder has always been a comfort to you, as if rainy days were only a calling for you to rest from the endless work you’ve endured throughout the week. the lack of light in your room only lulled you further back to sleep, making it hard for you to even lift yourself up from the thick cotton covers of your bed enveloping you from head to toe .
oh, how you loved your bed. the warmth that radiated within your blankets only made you curl back into a ball to make the heat stay.
‘ marshmallow… ‘ you thought. your bed was a soft as a marshmallow, as simple as that. you lightly clenched at the pillow your head was laying in, taking in the cool squishy surface into your palms, even squeezing it a bit like a cat would making biscuits.
after a few long , sleepy soft breaths, you tilted your head toward the window near the bed, the blackout curtains shielding your eyes from the cloudy , but bright white sky. 
this particular rainy morning sky wasn’t engulfed by the darks clumps of dark gray that always gave off the vibe that it was still night. in fact, not a single noticeable cloud was to be seen. it was all white, white as snow. (you took a moment to thank god you didn’t forget to close the curtains last night.)
the only thing on your bulletin for the day was remaining in your snug bed until 12 pm to make yourself breakfast. perhaps a stack of pancakes- no, waffles. or maybe [whatever ur fav breakfast is]. 
the day would stream along quickly, with you losing track of the hours as you organized your silly little mood boards on pinterest, making at least 5 new boards with a minimum of 70 pins in each.
you felt giddy in your bed fantasizing about the day to come, giggling to yourself and shifting under the covers. the growing sound of the drumming rain reminded you of the videos that you would put in in the background on your tv as you worked in bed. those ‘hiding from rain and thunderstorm in cave fireplace sounds for 12 hours’. you wished that the sound could last forever, that this feeling could last forever, but it was better to cherish it now rather than longing for it in the future. 
༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶
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fudgechocolatepuff · 5 months ago
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— i write for myself and my imagination ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
— i may use photos as a way to depict what vibe the piece gives off for a better visual ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
— i write about anything in my mind that i want to spill out ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
— i have a little fixation on christmasss and chocolateee ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
— im kind of corny haha ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
— i like keigo from bnha ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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