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Mornings You Wish For

Sometimes we get what we want

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One of the rare occurrences in your life is waking up to the bed being warmer than usual. A smile spreads across your face but leaves just as quickly when your alarm begins blaring in the once quiet room. Sticking your arm out of the warmth of the blankets, wanting to retract it back in badly, you turn off the alarm on your phone that signalled your awakening. You removed the covers off your body and began to sit up when an arm from the other half of the bed reached out and pulled you back into the warmth. You giggle and attempt to move the arm loaded with muscle off your body. "Mirko~ I have to go get ready for work." You turn your head towards the tanned woman behind you. Smile returning to your face as you see her crazy bedhead and eyes barely open. "Go back to sleep; it's your first day off in a while, and I'll be back before you know it."

The white-haired woman groans and pulls you closer, forcing you to roll over and face her. "But I want to spend my day off with you in my arms," her hand on your lower back sneaks under your shirt and slightly to the front, grazing your underboob. "Cuddling and maybe a little more?" A smirk graces her sleepy features, and you push her arm down.

"I'm sorry, love, but I can't today," you lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose. Attempting once again to leave her hold, but those muscles aren't just for show, and they keep you trapped against her chest. "Mirko, please." You plead, giving her a soft, sad smile as she sighs, but instead of letting you go, she tightens her hold and gets out of the warm, comfortable bed with you in her arms. You gasp and swat at her arms. "Mirko!" She chuckles and brings both of you to the bathroom, grabbing both of your toothbrushes and placing you down gently on the bathroom counter. She pushes against your knees, physically telling you to widen them so she can place herself between them. She puts toothpaste on both of your toothbrushes and hands you yours. You shake your head and laugh softly at her clingy actions. Mirko isn't typically a clingy person, but it seems today that her main goal was keeping you home, and if she couldn't, she was going to be with you as much as she could.

This continued throughout the rest of your morning routine. You were in the shower? So was she. You were brushing your hair and doing your skin care? Her arms were around your waist and her head on your shoulder. You were making a small breakfast? She was there holding your free hand or your bicep. As much as you loved your girlfriend, it began to annoy you just a little with how she was practically glued to you this morning, but you found it extremely cute. Cute like a bunny, well, she kind of is one. When you went to get dressed, you had her sit at the edge of the bed. The adorable pout on her face made you want to kiss it right off her face, so you did. And one kiss led to one more, and then a third, and then a fourth, and before you knew it, you were sitting in her lap with your hands cupping her face as her arms wrapped around your waist.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, you both looked at each other with soft smiles, until hers turned into a smirk. "Couldn't resist me anymore, huh?"

You laughed and leaned your head on her shoulder. "No, no, I couldn't, but now I really have to hurry up." You lean back to see that the pout has once again returned. "Oh, stop that; you know I'll be home soon." You give her another quick peck before standing, her arms dropping beside her legs on the bed.

"I know, but I want you to spend my day off with you, not alone in this apartment." Mirko flops back onto the bed, throwing her arms over her eyes, but once she hears the dresser slide open, she moves them slightly so she can peek at you. You catch the small movement and laugh to yourself, grabbing your work clothes and setting them down on the bed next to her body that was practically sculpted by the gods.

Your phone began to buzz on your nightstand; her ears perked up at the sound. You walk over and pick it up, laughing before turning to your girlfriend, who was now on her stomach facing you. "Your wish has been granted love." And the second that had left your mouth, she pulled you right back into bed, burrowing the two of you deep under the covers and leaving kisses on every inch of your face. This might have been one of the rare occurrences when you woke up to your bed being warmer than usual, but you wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Author’s Note: I tried my hardest 😭 but it’s been a while since I wrote anything

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To my 28 followers, I want to start writing again but I’m not sure what I want to write about.

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Goodbye

A story about separating yourself from the only life you’ve ever known

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The car roared to life. This was it. The second this car begins to roll out of the driveway there is no turning back. I sat there in my 1974 Volkswagen Beetle with a tumbler full of coffee and the radio turned onto a 90s rock station. I wasn't paying too much attention to what song it was playing, I was focused more on the guilt pooling in my gut. If I do this. If I leave, I will be leaving everyone and everything I know behind. I will start anew somewhere far away. Where? I do not know. This decision was a very spur of the moment decision...but was it really? I think this idea has been brewing in my mind for the past few years, like a little light bulb collecting dust in a box full of other ideas that were given up on. Sat there on a shelf in a back corner, until someone decided to do a little spring-cleaning and pulled the idea out of the box, dusted it off and placed it into the light. I don't think my parents will miss me, or rather I think they'll understand. Actually, I think I'll write them a note so they don't think I've gone missing.

I shut off the car leaving the sounds of the radio to snap into silence and my coffee to grow cold as it sits there with the lid off. I head into the cool air-conditioned house with the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. The door frame to the kitchen is covered in marks telling a story about two kids, one girl and one boy, growing up in this house. I pull a pad of paper and a pen out of the drawer and sit there. Thinking. What do you write to the people who raised you? How do you tell them that you're separating yourself from everything you loved? How do you say that you no longer love the things you know? No, I can't write that last one. They'd tear themselves apart thinking that I no longer love them. Which isn't true. I love my parents, but I can't love them right now when I'm uprooting my entire life. I have to write something though because for them not knowing is worse than them knowing. I write them a letter on how I love them both very much and that I hope that my brother doesn't follow in my cowardly footsteps. I write some nonsense on "freedom" and "becoming" and how I might end up in Seattle or Detroit, and then I write that I will contact them from wherever I end up so they don't worry themselves sick. I sign off with my name and place the note somewhere where they'll see it. If they see it. You know I might as well write one to my brother, so he can have whatever he wants from what I've left behind, and he can do whatever he wants with them. And since I'm leaving, most of my stuff is staying. Mainly things that I can buy again, the things that I cannot, are traveling on this journey with me.

I'm stalling. At this rate they'll end up home before I've even left. Before I can think more about staying I turn and speed out of the house, shutting the door I once went through as a baby, ending that chapter of my life. I hop back into the driver's seat, drink a sip of my coffee to see if it's gone freezing. It hasn't, that's good. I close the lid to the tumbler and turn the radio back on, the music crackling back into existence. Before I can even think of turning back I push my foot onto the gas, like when you were 10-years-old and standing on the edge of a diving board. Your friends shouting at you to jump in and the line behind you growing as they waited for you to move. Jump into the water? Or make the embarrassing walk back down the ladder with promises that you'll do it another day. In reality however you most likely won't for years, until you're 25 with the promise that you'll jump off that diving board one day, just not today. Today is that day when I will be jumping off that diving board. Driving down the road I once rode on my little Lightning McQueen scooter, past the church where my dad, brother and I would skateboard or longboard to pass the time. And finally past the 7eleven where I had my first kiss holding a Slurpee full of swamp water. A random combination of whatever they had that week.

This was really it. I brushed away whatever tears I had that dripped down my cheeks. Cranked the window down of my buggy, turned up the volume and realized: I really don't like coffee. I laughed wetly as I drove farther from my childhood home and out of the city. Inching my way to the border of the country. Stopping at motels, hotels, and holiday inns. Eating too much fast food and drinking caffeinated drinks. Wildlife minding their own business in the fields. They didn't care that I was there. To them, I was another vehicle. Just a little 1974 Volkswagen Beetle in the colour orange. An orange that looked red in the dark. Driving down a highway that looked too much like a woman with air-conditioned arms. Separating myself wasn't easy, and I'm going to feel the guilt that still sits pooled in my stomach for years. I pull up to the last hotel I'm staying at. One in Seattle. A small one that looked like a cabin. To the owners I was just another traveler with money. But really I'm a 25-year-old woman who uprooted herself from all she's ever known. I pulled into a parking space. I turned the radio down and grabbed my tumbler. No longer filled with coffee. The car sputtered out.

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Part 72 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 4.5

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 4

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Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 654

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

You have been with Kenma for almost a year now, and every day has been amazing. He’s definitely changed your view of relationships, that’s for sure. You were saving up money for a new game he was into that was coming out soon, just in time for your anniversary. As you walked into the cafe, checking how much money you still needed for the game, something felt wrong. You looked up and around, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary so far. You made your way to the staff room, changed into your uniform, and headed to the front of the store, changing the sign from closed to open. You carefully make your way through the purrs and meows to the register, but you still can’t shake this weird feeling. You take a few steps from behind the register, looking around at the cafe. It clicks in your head that you don’t know where Yui is, and you quickly and carefully look around the cafe, searching in all her usual spots. You begin calling Yui, even shaking a box of treats, which only attracts the other cats. As you slowly begin to panic, Hina walks in, and you make your way to her. “Hey Hina? Have you seen Yui? I can’t find her anywhere.” You furrowed your brows, looking at your friend.

“Yui? Oh…Y/N she was adopted yesterday.” Hina looked heartbroken, like she didn’t want to tell you this.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and your bottom lip quivered slightly. A shaky smile spread across your face. Oh, that’s good; I’m happy for her.” You started walking to the staff room, breaking down as soon as you shut the door. After crying for what felt like hours, you dried your tears and stood up, grabbing your water bottle and taking a swig of water. You calmed your breathing and changed out of your uniform, throwing your hood up and walking out of the building, keeping your head low. You stuck an earbud in and played your music, finding a sad playlist to listen to while you walked to Kenma’s apartment, wishing that it was raining to represent your feelings. You opened his door, upset with the events of the day. You always told yourself that you didn't care if she got adopted, but that wasn't true; you did care, and you really wanted her. You dropped your work bag near the door, just as you shut it with your foot. You looked up to see Kenma's head pop out of his bedroom, concern written on his face. "What's wrong, Y/N?" He frowned but didn't make any movement to come closer to you or out of his room.

You sighed and took off your jacket. "Yui was adopted today." Your bottom lip quivers slightly. "I really wanted her as my own, and I was stupid to think she wouldn't be adopted. She's just so perfect." You made your way closer to Kenma just as he shifted out of the door, a small Calico cat in his arms.

"Would it make you feel better if I was the one who adopted her?" A small smile graced his features just as your jaw dropped.

"You didn't."

"I did; I saw how sad you looked every day that you couldn't keep her, and then we started dating, so I decided that I would adopt her so you could see her all the time, and I'd be caring for her so you wouldn't be stressed about caring for her, school, and work." Your bottom lip began quivering again as you ran over and embraced Kenma, burying your face in his shoulder and muttering, Thank you. When you finished crying tears of joy (which you denied even happened), you plucked Yui from his arms and peppered kisses all over her fur before turning to look at Kenma with a wide smile on your face.

"I love you."

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Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 4

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4.5

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Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 614

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

"I gave him your number. It's about time you got a boyfriend; I can't stand to listen to your single ass complain anymore." She sighs and rolls her eyes, leaning against the wall of your breakroom. Your jaw hung low; you were absolutely dumbfounded by her. How could she just do that? Oh, wait, you would've done the same thing to her. You closed your jaw and shook your head.

"Thank you for doing that, but I could've done that my-" "No, you couldn't." She cut you off, giving you a sharp look. "I've known you for 4 years; if you like someone, you don't make the first move at all." She had you there. You didn't make the first move ever. A guy could've been giving you very obvious hints, and you still wouldn't ask him out. It was really sad, but this all came from the relationships around you, so it's not entirely your fault for not wanting to get into a relationship only for it to crash and burn two weeks later. You sighed and shook your head, sitting down on the floor and holding your head between your hands. “As much as I want to say you’re wrong, sadly, you’re not.” You let go of your head and let it rest against the cold wall, sighing louder. Hina shook her head and sat down next to you, leaning her head on your shoulder. The two of you sat like that and chatted until the call button was pressed and you had to go back to taking orders or cleaning up. This continued on for the rest of the day until the Nekoma team had left, and once they were out of the building, you and Hina were done for the day after you cleaned the room up. The two of you smiled at the team and thanked them for coming as they all filed out of the door. You felt like someone was staring at you, and just as you looked up, you caught Kenma quickly turning away with red dust on his cheeks. You thought nothing of the look and continued thanking them, and once they were finally out the door, you and Hina looked at each other's exhausted faces, giving a meager high five. They were a big team, which is why you and Hina got to leave early. The two of you went back to the staff room, changing out of your uniforms and back into your everyday clothing. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?” Hina looked at you with a tired smile as you hummed with your eyes closed. “Don’t fall asleep on your way home and end up in a ditch.” She waved goodbye to you just as you let out a short laugh and made your way home. Just as you shut the door to your house, you opened your phone to tell Hina that you ‘didn’t fall asleep in a ditch’ when you saw a message from an unknown number. You opened the message, a small smile gracing your features as you read it, and quickly typed out your reply. Hey Y/N, It's Kenma; would you like to hang out on Friday? Hi Kenma, I would love to hang out with you on friday :)

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Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 3

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 2 | Pt. 4

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Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 505

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

"His name is Kenma." Kuroo, the captain, had gotten his order just before the two-toned-haired boy's, Kenma's, so you happened to get his name. You nodded and wrote down his name, moving back to the door to wait for Hina, just missing the small blush on Kenma's cheeks and Kuroo teasing him for it. When the two of you had finished gathering their orders, you made your way to the kitchen to give them the orders from the room. You were so lucky to have this amazing kitchen staff, and they weren't understaffed. If they needed you to step in, oh god, there would be no more kitchen. When it was all done, you grabbed all of your orders and put them in your cart. You had walked around trying to make sure you didn't leave any behind when Hina slipped a piece of paper into Kenma's dish. You come back to see her standing with her cart at the door with a small smile on her face again. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was up to something, and pushed through the doors.

"Whatever it is you're scheming inside your head, stop. We have a job to do." She laughed behind you and followed after you, making your way all the way back to the room again. You were definitely getting your steps in today. The two of you began handing out dishes the second you entered the room, checking the names next to the food to make sure you got all of them right. When you were all done, you stretched your back and looked down at your feet, seeing Yui sitting right behind you. "Have you been following me this whole time?" Hina looked up from where she was placing someone's dish. "I didn't want to say anything, but yes, she has been following you this time. I know you don't have the time for her, but I still think you should adopt her." This got the attention of Kuroo and Kenma. "Why can't you adopt her?" Kurroo asked you, tilting his head to the side. "Like Hina said, I just don't have the time to care for a cat between school, work, and studying." You pouted a little and crouched down to pet her between her ears. "That sucks; the two of you are each other's other halves. Also, Kenma, she kind of looks like you." Kuroo chuckled to himself and looked over at Kenma. Confused, Kenma looked up at the cat and squinted at her, to which she squinted back. "Look at that—practically twins." The table laughed as Kenma continued to glare at the smug-looking cat. "I don't like her." Kenma huffs. You gasped and put a hand to your chest, looking offended. "How could you say that to my baby?" You pretended to cry, throwing your hands over your face while Hina grabbed you by the armpits and practically dragged you out of the room, with Yui following right after the two of you.

"Okay, drama queen, let's go."

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Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 2

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 1 | Pt. 3

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Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 732

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

"What was what?" You looked at her confused, not knowing what she was asking you about.

She looked at you unimpressed, crossing her arms across her chest. "I saw the way you were looking at that boy with the two-toned hair." "I wasn't looking at him a certain way; I…just realized he looked like Yui." You shrugged and turned your head away from her.

"Mhm, sure, whatever. Let's go get those cats, though." Hina stopped pestering you and started walking to where all the cats were. You sighed and followed after her, grabbing a bunch of cats that did well with people. The cats that you had grabbed were Hime, who was a beautiful white cat with deep ocean blue eyes; her name meant princess for a reason, and, of course, Yui. "Why don’t you grab Azuki?" You looked over at Hina as you held the two purring cats that were rubbing against your face and neck. Hina hummed and picked up the red Somali cat, who was currently sleeping in a sun patch, but he didn't mind if someone picked him up while he was sleeping. "I was just thinking about bringing him, my sleepy little baby," she said while she looked over at the cats you were holding, specifically Yui, who was giving all of her love to you. "Why don’t you adopt her? I mean, she follows you around all the time; I bet she would love for you to adopt her." You look down at the calico lovingly and sigh, "I would love to do that, but school takes up a huge chunk of the day, and then most weekdays I have shifts, so the days I don't are for studying, and then on weekends I'm working here. It just wouldn't be fair for her." You smile softly and begin to walk back to the room with the cats, with Hina following behind you with her cat. "But she's allowed to follow me around here all day and hang out with other customers; who knows, maybe she'll find someone who loves her twice as much." You got a little sad at that. Yui was your favorite cat, and you would do anything to have her, but sadly, it wouldn't work out with your schedule. You push the door open, causing most of the team's heads to look up at your arrival with the furry creatures. The two of you headed to the back of the room, where the cat tree and toys are, and set them down on the tree. You look at the team and smile. "This little fluff ball is Azuki; his red coat is why he's named that, and this girl here is Hime, and yes, she is a princess." You laugh a little and head back to the front of the room, not noticing Yui following close behind. You pull your notepad out of your apron pocket, and Hina does the same on the other side of the table. "Have you guys thought of anything to order yet?" The table nods in agreement, so Hina and you start making your rounds around the table. As you’re making your way down one side of the table, you come across the pudding-haired man at the end of the row. He turns his head slightly towards you, his eyes slitted, reminiscent of those of a cat who just awoke from his slumber. "What would you like to eat?" You ask him as you lift your hands up, ready to write it down, and watch as he turns his head away. You hear him mumble ‘Apple Pie,' and you hum, jotting it down, "And to drink?" He looks up at you. "Anything that has apples in it." You smile sweetly at him and write it down in your notepad. "Alright, I'll get that for you as soon as possible." He nods and looks back down, trying to keep as little eye contact with you as possible. You tilted your head to the side, a little confused at the change in demeanor, but chalked it off as just being shy. "Could I get a name for that? So I can get it back to you." He sighs and just stops answering. You try to ask him again, but he just doesn't answer you. The captain looks over to see what's going on. Once he realizes it, he taps you on the elbow. Turning around, you see him smiling at you. "His name is Kenma."

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Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 1

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 2

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Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 668

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

The sound of meowing filled your ears as you unlocked and quickly shut the door to make sure no cats escaped behind you. You made your way to the staff room, practically dancing over the furry fiends so as not to trip; it truly was a skill to behold. After you changed into your uniform, you greeted your coworkers and the cats that rubbed against your legs. It really was a skill to have, being able to not trip over the small furry creatures that covered almost every surface. The cafe had a lot of stray cats. Your coworker Hina switched the sign from CLOSED to OPEN and moved to stand beside you at the entrance to greet the customers as they walked in, and your coworkers led people to the free tables or booked-out rooms. The cafe you worked at was pretty popular, which meant that with so many people coming in, the building had to get bigger to hold more people. At this point, the owners should just buy an office building to really hold everyone who wants to come in. The cafe also had rooms for parties or big groups, and that waitlist was quite long today, though they had one of the high school volleyball teams. If you remember correctly, it was Nekoma, which was kind of funny since this was a cat cafe. This was the topic of Hina and your conversation this morning.

"I heard that their team is full of good-looking players." Hina gushed to you with a small flush on her face. Her eyes lit up as she remembered something. "I also heard that one of their players is half-Russian and half-Japanese!" You hummed to show that you were still listening as you petted your favorite calico cat, Yui. She was this little thing with gorgeous golden eyes. As you were petting her, you heard the door chime. Standing up, you looked over and saw a big group of people wearing matching jackets. "Hello and welcome to Pawsitive Café! You must be the Nekoma volleyball team, right?" You wait for confirmation before both you and Hina start leading them to the room they booked. You didn't really look at any of the members when they first walked in, but once you had looked up as you unlocked and opened the door for them, you saw the towering captain (a lot of social media accounts that came up on your feed said he kind of resembled a rooster) and a small man beside him. The smaller man's hair was two-toned, and it kind of reminded you of pudding, with his gold eyes that were almost identical to Yui's. Although the man looked like he really didn't want to be there, you realized that you were staring and that the man had caught you staring. You felt your cheeks flush and quickly turned your face away, just missing the confused look on his face. Hina saw the whole interaction, and a smile that you would call maniacal spread across her face before she quickly turned it into a sweet smile. "I'm Hina, and this is Y/N, and we'll be your servers today. If you need anything, this little button will alert us to the devices on our belts." Hina pointed at a small circular white button with a little gray phone on it that was attached to the wall, while you pointed at the one on your waist. The two of you begin handing out the stack of menus you were holding to the sides of the table that you were assigned to. "While you guys are deciding on what to eat or drink, Y/N and I will go fetch some cats." The two of you smiled before Hina grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room. When you got far enough from the room, she started asking questions. "What was that?" "What was what?" You looked at her confused, not knowing what she was asking you about.

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Hot-Headed Chicken

You make Hawks mad by eating something of his and he realizes he's being stupid

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Keigo "Hawks" Takami x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1781

Written:12/09/2020

Edited: 05/23/2023

"Y/N!!!!" Your name vibrated through the halls, and pictures actually shook against the walls. You turned your head in the direction where the booming voice came from. Frowning slightly, you yelled back just as loudly. 

"WHAT?!?!" You were currently sitting in the living room watching some crappy TV show that held most of your attention, but with the ever-growing sounds of heavy footsteps getting closer, your attention started to drift. You snapped back to reality when a body blocked your vision of the couples that wouldn't last a week if it wasn't filmed. You glanced up to see bright red feathers slightly ruffled and an angry No. 2 hero glaring down at you. You tilted your head to the side with an eyebrow raised, as if saying, "Go on," with your body.

"Did you eat my chicken nuggets?" He visibly seethed, his wings raising as if to intimidate you, making sure that all of your attention was on him.

"Oh...yeah so?" You shrugged your shoulders and shifted on the couch to try and see the TV again. Hawks stumbled back from the shock as if you had told him that the two of you were done. In his mind, you just did.

"...So? SO?! Y/N, those were MY chicken nuggets, and YOU ate them." He looked at you bewildered, and you looked right back at him, trying to figure out why he was so upset.

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry, they weren't with your stuff in the fridge, so I assumed they were leftovers from last night." You shifted a little on the couch from his  glare, the intensity making you feel a little uncomfortable.

"I was saving them for later!" He turned his head away, groaning and rubbing his hands down his face, his head already pounding because of an earlier villain fight that probably resulted in him gaining a concussion. "Jesus, don’t you ever think about anyone but yourself?" He glared at you with annoyance and irritation through the corner of his eye. The second that sentence left his mouth, he quickly realized his mistake and snapped his head over to you just in time to catch the look of pure shock and hurt on your face. Because his statement was wrong, all you did was think of others; you were the sweetest person he knew and always gave people a second chance if they deserved it. Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and you looked away as you quickly wiped at them. "Wait, kid, I didn’t mean it!" Keigo got down on his knees and shuffled closer, quickly trying to apologize for what he said.

"Keigo…" You stood up, keeping your eyes trained on anywhere but him. He gulped and began to prepare himself for the absolute worst as you started walking to the entryway. "You started this over chicken nuggets. Which, might I add, you could have easily made or bought more of, but instead you threw a fit because I ate six measly chicken nuggets. And I don't think of anyone but myself? Try again." You look over your shoulder at him with tears slowly running down your face. Scoffing as you grabbed your coat and slid your shoes on, you snatched your bag that had your keys, ID, and other necessities off the floor, muttering something about him being immature. He quickly rushed after you, but you turned around completely to glare at him. "I’m going to stay somewhere else until you can learn to man up and not act like a 5-year-old. If I wanted to hang out with children, I would have gone to the nearby preschool. Goodbye Keigo" You opened the door and left without Keigo getting a word in or trying to persuade you to stay. He made his way slowly back to the couch and sat down where you were just occupying it. Looking at the TV where the crappy show was still playing, he watched it for a bit, letting it distract him just a little before his mind wandered back to you. He thought of what he could do to make you come back, but he just kept coming up empty-handed, and after a couple of minutes, he fell asleep, missing you and regretting what he did.

Months had passed since your fight, and Keigo was dying without you. He's just being dramatic, though; it's only been two days since your fight, and he's wallowing in self-pity and missing you greatly. You were missing him just as much, but you were still waiting for an apology that the other couldn’t find the words for. Keigo's days off were over, and he had to go back to work. Instead of flying, he decided to walk since flying seemed pointless without you, as you were his metaphorical wings, holding him up when things got bad. So he walked, and he walked right by Midoriya, who stopped walking and turned around, confused as to why he'd see the No. 2 walking while he was on his way to school. Maybe it was a wing fracture? It didn't matter; he just had to stop the hero, so he moved in front of Hawks, successfully stopping him so he could ask him what was wrong if he was walking. Surprised, Keigo looked down at the green-haired OFA user. "I...It's nothing of your concern." He walked around him and continued walking before the short boy moved in front of him again, looking at him pointedly. Hawks sighed and tilted his head side to side as if weighing the options before telling Midoriya, "Fine, I got into a fight with my partner over something stupid. Are you happy now?" He glared slightly at Midoriya, who, in turn, just shook his head, waiting for him to give him more information. "Jesus, okay, it was over them eating chicken nuggets that were mine. It happened a couple of days ago." He looked down, disappointed in himself.

"You fought over that?!" Midoriya was bewildered; the No. 2 hero fought over something as little as who ate who's chicken nuggets. Hawks gave the boy a disappointed nod. "And it's been two days? How are you going to make it up to them after that?" Midoriya asked with a raised eyebrow, all while tilting his head.

"I don’t know yet." Hawks rubbed his lower face and looked away from Midoriya so he co

uldn’t see how embarrassed he was, but he didn’t have to because Midoriya could practically see the embarrassment and disappointment seeping off of Keigo in waves.

"I mean, just an idea; you could always apologize to them with something they like. Works with most couples, but that doesn't mean you should buy back their forgiveness." The little OFA user glared slightly at the older man, and just as Hawks’ eyes lit up, he rushed home, yelling thank you to the now very late schoolboy.

An hour later, Hawks began to put his plan into action; he would "bump" into you on your way to work and apologize to you with a gift you hopefully liked. He stealthily walked in the direction of your work just as you were headed towards the entrance. Keigo hid the gift behind his back and rushed over to you, using his wings to propel him faster. He moved in front of you and spread his wings out so you couldn't go by him and his stupid big firetruck-red wings. "Y/N, please listen to me!"

It took a second for your brain to catch up, but once it did, you looked him right in the eyes with a slight glare. "What do you want, Hawks? Are you finally here to apologize?" You questioned him with a slight annoyance.

"Yes! Exactly! I wanted to come apologize to you, Y/N." He grabbed your hand with his free hand, the other still behind his back. You remembered how those hands would encircle your waist when you were cuddling on the couch after a long day of work, watching those crappy TV shows that you both loved to make fun of. You shook yourself of the thought and sighed before looking up and waiting for him to continue. The people around you looked at the sight of the No. 2 hero, and you, Hawks, didn't hide your relationship. You could practically see the shared thought above their heads: "What is he apologizing for?" You focused back on Hawks as he smiled awkwardly. What a funny sight to see the pretty boy No. 2 hero looking awkward. "I’m so sorry, sunshine. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for such a stupid thing as eating my chicken nuggets."

You sigh and tilt your head side to side as if weighing the options, which he picked up from you. You look back up at him, looking hurt. "I don’t know Hawks; you really hurt my feelings the other day over that." He begins to rub his thumb over your knuckles as a nervous tic, thinking of what to say next without making you mad or before you leave.

"N/N, please let me make it up to you." He began kneeling and moving the hand that was behind his back into view. Everyone in the vicinity who was watching the two interact gasped and began to film the pair. You lean back slightly, shocked and thinking the same thing as everyone else: you were going to be proposed to as an apology. That was until you saw what he was holding. You burst out laughing just as Hawks pulled out a box of chicken nuggets and held it out to you. You pulled him to a stand and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long and passionate kiss.

You're still laughing as you finally part for air. You smile widely. "I could never stay mad at you forever, you birdbrain." The crowd is cheering and laughing at how you two show affection. Despite how stupid this fight was, Keigo was yours and you were his, and the two of you weren't parting for a long time.

"Hey kid, why don’t we go back home and watch some crappy TV shows? We'll call in sick." He says this as he pulls you closer, and you nod your head as you hold onto him tightly. He picks you up bridal style and takes off into the air in the direction of your house. The wind is flowing through both of your hairs as he looks down and smiles at you. "I love you, "Y/N."

You smile back at him and lean up slightly to kiss his cheek. "I love you too, Keigo."

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~Masterlist~

-Haikyuu-

Bokuto Kōtar��

• A Little Spice in the Kitchen

Kenma Kouzume

• Pudding and Whiskers

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Pt. 4.5

-My Hero Academia-

Hawks/Keigo Takami

• Hot-Headed Chicken

Mirko

• Mornings You Wish For

-Other Things-

Goodbye

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A Little Spice in the Kitchen

You get home after a stressful day at work to the gorgeous sight of your boyfriend cooking in the kitchen

Masterlist

(Not my photo)

(this was taken from my old account @the-bumble-isnt-beeing and I revamped it because it's also old and cringy, this one is definitely an improvement)

Bokuto Kōtarō x Male!Reader

Word Count: 728

Written:12/09/2020

Edited: 05/21/2023

It's slightly spicy, like a 1.5-2/5 on the spice scale. So 16+ until proven otherwise Bokuto is very if not completely ooc. Idk if there are any other content warnings, but please tell me if there are.

You had opened the door to your apartment, which you shared with Bokuto, when you caught the scent of stew wafting through the house. Your day was loaded with work, and you couldn’t wait to eat supper and then sleep with your boyfriend in your arms. You took off your shoes and coat at the door, heading into the kitchen to see what your lovely boyfriend was doing. Bokuto didn’t cook often, seeing as he was normally busy with volleyball. Except for this week, he was off. You called out to him as you rounded the corner.

"Hey, KōOoo-... Holy shit," You froze right as you entered the kitchen to a gorgeous sight. Your boyfriend was standing there at the stove in nothing but a flowery apron and tight boxers that hugged his ass and thighs. "I must be dreaming, 'cause I’m not blessed enough to see this."

Kōtarō chuckles and turns around to face you. Leaning his hands and body against the counter, he faked innocence while a light blush dusted his shoulders. "Hey y/n, how was work?"                                                                                               

You slowly walked closer, like an animal stalking its prey. His eyes watched as you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows. You stopped walking and leaned against the open archway of the kitchen, crossing your arms. "My day was shit, but it definitely got better once I entered the house." You quickly glance at the calendar to see if you might’ve forgotten something special, but nothing was written for today. You looked back at him, confused. "As much as I love this sight, why today?"

"I don’t understand; this is what I wear every day." He smiles innocently and turns back to his stew, stirring it a bit more before turning the stove off. You stand up straight and walk over to him, pressing against his back and reaching up to get bowls from the cupboard, grabbing his hip to keep the two of you balanced.

"Right, however, could I forget? I must be too tired after work today." You gave his temple a kiss and set the bowls down on the counter. "This looks absolutely delicious. Good work as always, my dear." You let go of his hip so he could dish out the supper and set the food out on the table after you set it.

"Thank you!" Kōtarō smiled widely and kissed your cheek, with you sneaking a quick and soft hit to his ass. He gasped and looked over at you, shocked, before shaking his head and sitting down with you at the table. "I love you, N/N."

"I love you too, Kō," You sat up slightly taller and smiled softly at him, saying, "And thank you for the meal." At that point, the two of you enjoyed your meal in peace. When you both finished, you offered to clean the dishes, and while cleaning them, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. "Hello Kō"

"Hey," he replied, "Are you done yet?" His hands slid up your chest to grab your shoulders.

"Almost, just a couple more. Why?" You turned your head slightly, only to see a look in his eyes. You frowned a little, as with this angle you couldn’t really tell what it was.

"Just wondering." Bokuto starts to leave soft kisses against your jaw. Once he’s finished with your jaw, he moves onto your neck, leaving marks that get bigger as he goes down. The look he had was one of lust.

"Kō…" You trail off and tilt your head to the side to give him more room. "You’re such a tease today."

"I love you too, N/N." He chuckles against your neck and moves his hands south. One undoing the buttons of your shirt and the other sliding down to the waistband of your slacks. You groan and lean into his touch, pulling your hands out of the soapy water and leaning against them on the counter.

"Can’t wait to head to the bedroom?" You push him off gently and drain the sink, turning around to face him and pulling him back to you. He shakes his head ‘No’ and starts shimmying your pants down. "Alright then." You help him push your slacks down and cup his cheek with your hand; the dishes could wait. This was definitely a better way to end the day.