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Katsuki the morning after 431

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smile for the camera! — ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader

katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!

you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.

he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.

the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internet—there were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.

it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossible—but the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.

"great explosion murder god dynamight—or, well, just dynamight sir—what would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"

katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly

"the glory. the strength. and kicking ass—make that the first thing, actually."

"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predicted—stuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.

"—and i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest

he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.

the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him

"what about your wife!"

"....eh?"

"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself

"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"

katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feet—once pointed towards the exit—shift ever so slightly towards the woman

"well...what do you want to know?"

and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.

"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at me—she was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' ya—you don't wanna get into an argument with her."

the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.

he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the room—he had a meeting to attend and then his patrol—but he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.

katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.

it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartment—groaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleep—when he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him

"you're home!"

he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug

"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grin—looking a little too happy.

"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"

you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin

"your ma called me. guess what she told me?"

katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest

"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swear—"

"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."

katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.

"what..."

he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face

"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, too—gosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"

katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe

"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge him—too busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face

"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on insta—"

he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip

"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."

"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."

"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."

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Just saw lady Gaga holy fucking shit

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you wanna fight huh? okay let's take this outside! the stars are so bright tonight. the moon looks so nice. hold my hand

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ryomen sukuna has (oddly) attractive teeth.

his canines specifically are teasingly sharp things. they graze over your skin and leave red marks in their wake whenever he kisses you, and when they sink into the juicer fruits sukuna choses to indulge in every now and then during dinner time—they leave rivers of nectar dripping down his chin, just begging to be cleaned up.

that is the explanation you give sukuna when he asks you why you licked him.

"say ah."

sukuna's growl is cut off when your fingers push past his mouth, cradling his jaw and prying it open before you gently push aside his upper lip to reveal the top two devils residing inside.

they seem to wink at you in the light, pearly white and just as sharp as you'd predicted—sukuna watches you through narrowed eyes as your finger gently traces the outline of his canines—the sharpest two teeth of them all.

"beautiful—just, beautiful. are you sure you're not a vampire, suks?"

a mere second later, his jaw snaps shut—and you pull away with just barely a millisecond saving your fingers from being chomped clean off. and sukuna thinks that might finally shut you up about his teeth, but you're so crazy you find the audacity to laugh with a sadistic kind of glee that (he'll never admit) is freaking him out.

"you are a feral animal, woman. who the fuck is attracted to teeth? my body is one of a god, i could crush you with just the muscle in my arm, and what are you doing—using it as leverage to balance yourself, like it's some sort of stepping stool—to get a closer look into my mouth."

"mhm!"

your smile is charming enough that he can't help but grumble under his breath as you sigh dreamily, draping your head over the curve between his shoulder and neck

"have you ever bitten your tongue by accident, suks? i mean, you do talk an awful lot. i wouldn't be surprised if—"

sukuna seems determined to remind you that there are other aspects of him far more worthy of your attention (like his strength, perhaps) as he grabs you in one fell swoop and tosses you over his shoulder like it was nothing.

"bed," he grumbles as he gently tosses you onto the crumped sheets and blankets a few feet away—you laugh again, and he's muttering all sorts of profanities under his breath as he blows out the candle resting on your bedside and gets into the spot beside you, laying his head onto the pillow with a sigh

"and if you don't go the fuck to sleep—i swear to god i will bite your head off with these teeth you're so obsessed with," sukuna mutters, tone heavy with exhaustion and slurred with something like amusement as he watches your eyes glitter with mischief

"don't threaten me with a good time," you grin, and he tugs you forward wordlessly, cocooning you in his hold as his arms wrap around your form before he lets out a quiet grunt

"you're insane, woman. and lucky i'm so madly in love with you."

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let's try again (and do it right)! —ft: t. todoroki x fem!reader

a carnations oneshot — ↪ touya and ikea furniture do not mesh well together, but he's willing to put his sanity on the line when it comes to you ❤︎

“Shit,”

That’s the fourth cut he’s gotten — Touya winces, reaching behind him to grab another bandage from your first aid kit before wrapping it around his finger. He flexes his hand with a quiet sigh, looking at the wooden pieces in front of him with silent disdain.

Putting together furniture is hard. Touya had mistakenly thought it would be easy, something he could finish in under an hour before you got home. Perhaps he’d been a little too confident—he certainly didn’t expect a thirty page pamphlet of steps and enough screws to make his head dizzy to come out of such a small box.

It didn’t help that the lettering on the pages was ridiculously small; he could just barely read the instructions if he squinted his eyes hard enough. He half considered activating his quirk to light the rulebook on fire, but decided against it, only for your own mental sake. As infuriating as it was to assemble all the irksome little parts, he’d rather not light your apartment on fire while you were out shopping with Fuyumi.

So, he’ll clench his teeth with every splinter he gets, wince silently every time the screwdriver slips from his grasp—only to watch the screws scatter and disappear into the carpet faster than he can react. It’s hopeless—this whole surprise was. Touya’s not sure if he’s ever struggled so much with something so supposedly ‘simple’ before, but he’s already coming up with a nasty review to leave online about the company providing a screwdriver small enough to be considered a doll accessory and rules in every single language except the one he knows.

“I’m home!”

You enter your apartment only to be met with silence. Hanging your coat on the rack and quietly kicking off your boots, your footsteps are muffled by the socks you wear as you pad around the apartment in search of a certain white haired Todoroki.

“Touya?” you call out, frowning when you see your bedroom and living room are both void of him. You hear a quiet grunt coming from the other room down the hall, and a knowing grin takes over your face when you see the light inside is turned on.

Slowly, you push the door open and peek your head inside — Touya’s sitting on the ground, a single hand tugging harshly at the strands of his hair as he mutters under his breath. He’s completely unaware of your presence, seemingly talking to himself as he silently curses at the assortment of screws laid out in front of him.

It takes you a moment to realize what’s going on, but your heart positively swoons once you do. Carefully, you approach Touya with the quietest of steps before gently pulling his hand away from his head, bringing it to your lips and pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles.

He spins around the moment you touch him, lips parted in surprise at your quiet intrusion before he quickly helps lower you onto the ground beside him. His eyes soften, and you watch his shoulders slump in shame as he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“You’re home early,” he mutters quietly, eyes downcast and brows furrowed as he takes in the mess around the two of you — embarrassed, he presses the back of his hand to his eyes and sighs quietly.

“Touya,” you say softly

He doesn’t look up, letting out a quiet hum so you know he heard you

“I told you we could build the crib together.”

He doesn’t reply. Not for a few seconds, not until he feels you gently cradle his cheek to get his attention. Touya peels his hand away from his face with a quiet grunt, a frown tugging his lips downwards.

“I know. I just… wanted to surprise you. ‘m sorry, I made a big mess for you to worry about.” He sighs, dragging a tired hand down his face before you smile warmly. After tapping his thigh, he quickly spreads his legs for you and moves until his back is against the wall. You crawl into his lap, and he immediately settles one warm hand on the small of your back while the other rests over the swell of your stomach.

“It’s stupid, but — I shouldn’t be struggling this much to assemble a crib. How am I gonna do anything right with the baby if I’m messing up before it even gets here?” He questions bitterly, rubbing circles over your stomach as you hum, moving closer into his embrace.

“You’ve been nothing but absolutely amazing this entire time. And, you know, Ikea assembling is only for the bravest of souls out there. When I first got this apartment, I had to sleep on an air mattress because I couldn’t figure out how to assemble my bed frame!”

He lets out a huff of laughter, but it doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. His grip on you tightens a little more — and he remains unconvinced by your words.

“Is there something else bothering you? Let’s talk about it, Touya.” You offer as his eyes flutter close. He lets out a shuddered breath, lips pressing into a firm line as he drops his head onto your shoulder

“I’m scared.”

He makes a small, evasive sound after speaking the words into existence — quietly watching you for your reaction. But, your eyes are trailed onto his hands, ones that cradle your stomach with enough love to assure you that no matter how fearful Touya was — he was ready.

“Me too.”

Hearing that makes him smile. It’s barely a twitch of his lips, but it’s there regardless.

“Being scared is normal, Touya. We’re both starting something wonderful and new — it’s only natural to be afraid, right? Think about how weird it would be if we both went in feeling totally cool about this!”

He laughs, nosing at your throat with a hum. You can feel the stretch of his lips against your skin as he trails little kisses up and across your jaw.

“I guess you’re right about that.” He says, and you can see the tension has finally left his muscles. He sits back, far more relaxed than when you found him as you usher your head towards the unassembled crib.

“Let’s build it together, okay? I’ve had a lot of experience with Ikea’s terrible instructions before. And we can brainstorm some baby names while we’re at it! It’ll be fun!” you beam, and Touya’s heart rate picks up at the sight of your smile.

“Alright. You just sit back and tell me what to do. You want me to get a drink while I grab you a pillow? Water, juice, tea?”

“Ice cream?” you question with a hopeful grin

He nods wordlessly, getting up with a bit more pep in his step as he quickly exits to grab everything for you — you call out his name softly, and his head pops back into the doorframe less than a second later

“Yeah?”

Touya was wearing a long sleeve black tee and sweatpants, comfortable attire for him to lounge in at home. He’s wearing slippers too, you guys have matching ones. Touya always wears them whenever he goes onto the balcony to watch the sunset with you.

There’s a pen in the pocket of his shirt, too. He liked keeping one on him for whenever he got an idea for a baby name. His little notebook was filled with all sorts of names and little notes he wanted to keep in mind.

“Get two spoons so we can both share the ice cream, okay?”

It takes the two of you another hour to finish the crib, but the outcome is unquestionably worth it. It’s an adorable crib that rocks leisurely back and forth, and you were practically vibrating with excitement with how well it turned out. Touya took a couple of tries rocking it, a dorky grin overtaking his face with every push.

“I can’t believe we did it. Holy fuck, that was a form of torture I wasn’t familiar with. Promise me we are never getting furniture from that Ikea place again, please.” 

Touya’s deadpan expression cracks when you laugh, and the sight is so heartwarming that he truly believes he could go a hundred more times assembling any type of furniture you presented him with, even with their agonizingly small screws and their mockingly difficult to read pamphlets, if he had you by his side.

a/n; oh my gawdd i've missed carnations touya :( but yay look there's a mini todoroki comingg!! touya's nervous but i believe he'll be a great dad :) it's a baby boy btw and he's gonna give it all the love and confidence he never got as a kid <3 WOAH also just realized reader and touya had to do the boombaya for a baby to be in the picture... someone asked what touya would be like during your first time, so if you wanna read that it's somewhere in the carnations tag :3 thank you for reading!

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ME FILM ?! Never ( ^ω^ )

I’m just the little makeup artist but it’s been so much fun so far :D

IM GLAD YOUVE BEEN WELL TOOOOO WISH YOU NOTHING BUT THE BEST <333

I’ve been trying to stay hydrated god it’s so hard 😭

*on long set days i would be on tumblr sometimes hehe that’s when i saw your sae imagine and i was )’::::: like love him and #missingtouyahours*

BUT LOVE YOU BEEEEE

AHHH my gosh that sounds so cool!! i am regrettably very jelly but SO happy you're having fun bby!!🥹🩷🩷

it is veryy hard to stay hydrated these days! 😞 i have my water bottle with little checkpoints on it to make sure i'm drinking enough, i'd recommend getting one if you're interested! they're so cute and keep me hydrated all day so i don't get dizzy ദ്ദി´ ˘ `)✧

AHHH sae and touya are bouncing back in forth in my mind all the time nowadays LOLL but what's new!! those two are my favorites <3 i'm glad you liked my sae imagine :33 & i hope working on set isn't too tiring, remember to have fun!! MWAHHHH thank u for popping in bby ily with my WHOLEEE HEART 🤧🩷🩷🩷

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Oikawa has a thing for Iwaizumi’s hands just like the rest of us and then gets really affectionate

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do u ever just look at kuroo’s thighs and die

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skin to skin is not enough for me i want to be soul to soul

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since the universe is infinite there has to be one where i learned how to freeze time and i'm just. sitting in a cottage. typing away...allllll the thoughts in my head...type type tipppity tapping away with no worries at all

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BEEE BEEE ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I’ve missed you soooo much omg and your new theme is soo cute (о´∀`о)

Life has been pretty busy and haven’t slept after being on set and work 😵‍💫

BUT IVE MISSED YOUUUU AND YOUR NEWEST SAE IMAGINE ):::::: i love him god

I hope you’ve been good <3333

*mwah* always wish you the best bby

OHH MYY hello lovie!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

thank you! (ദ്ദി ๑>؂•̀��) i take great pride in my themes heh. oh my pleasee tell me more abt what's going on!! going on set? are we fliming something? 👀👀 i'd love to hear more!!

I'VE MISSED YOU MOREE i'm so glad to hear from you and to know you're doing well!! :D i hope you're having a lovely evening <3 stay safe and make sure you're drinking a bunch of water bby!! ☺️💞💞

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iwaizumi and his soft cuteness aggression toward you - every time he sees you he holds your face between his hands and nuzzles his nose into yours, whispering a soft little "hi baby" under his breath before turning back to the incredulous stares of his teammates

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as always

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soft domestic katsuki sighhh

Thinking about Bakugo—all grumpy and exhausted from a grueling day at work. New scars stretch across his rough skin, marks you’ll be sure to kiss better come morning. But right now, you’re peacefully asleep, and he knows it—knows it before he even reaches the front door of your shared home.

He wants so badly to slam that door, to let the pent-up rage from the day crash out of him in a storm of noise and haphazard explosions. He wants to stomp through the house, muddy boots and all. But he doesn’t. Why?

Because his precious baby is sleeping.

So instead, he exhales through clenched teeth and fumbles with the keys, biting back the frustrated grunt that aches in his throat. The door opens with a soft click. He knocks his heavy boots off by the mat, not bothering to untie them, too worn down to care—but careful all the same, because you're upstairs, dreaming peacefully.

He creeps up the stairs, every muscle in his body burning with fatigue. He's got a raging migraine, grime still clinging to his skin, fingers twitching from adrenaline mingled with leftover fury, and a desperate need to touch you. But none of that matters. Not when he sees the little signs you left behind—proof you tried to stay up for him.

A blanket tossed over the couch. A half-melted pint of your favorite ice cream abandoned on the counter. A tipped glass of wine, the red staining the coffee table in a messy splash. It should annoy him—hell, with anyone else, it would—but with you? You're so messy and soft and sweet that he could drown in it. And oh, he would. Happily.

Everything that spills from your mouth is like honey to him. He’s desperate to lap it up, memorize it, let it coat every raw part of him. He makes a silent promise to himself to clean everything up in the morning. Maybe even stop by that café you like on his morning run. The thought soothes something in him.

But for now, his soul aches for you.

His body is breaking down, his head pounding, but his heart won’t let him rest until he’s by your side—until he’s close enough to feel your warmth in the quiet dark. So he continues up the stairs as silently as a man of his stature can manage.

And there you are.

Your pretty, doll-like head rests on the pillow, soft locks spread around you like a halo. Your lips part slightly with every gentle breath, forming a perfect “O,” and your lashes flutter in sleep like you’re dreaming something sweet. He stares, caught in the stillness, overwhelmed by how much he loves you.

He wants to crawl into your arms, bury his face in your neck, and feel the steady beat of your heart against his chest. But he needs to shed the day first—to wash the grime and blood and exhaustion from his bones.

So he moves to the bathroom, runs the water scalding hot, and lets it sting as it washes him clean. He stands there, eyes closed, letting the heat dig into his muscles while images of you flicker behind his eyelids.

When he finally steps out, he dries off, slips on a pair of boxers, and pads back to your room. The bed welcomes him like a sigh, and he lowers himself slowly beside you, careful not to wake you—at least not fully.

But like always, you stir.

Just enough. Your lashes flutter again, and your body shifts instinctively, head turning until your ear rests over his heart. You don’t say anything, and neither does he. You never do.

But both of you lie there, breathing together, listening to the rhythm of each other's heartbeats in the dark.

Because everything is okay, as long as you end the day in the same bed together.

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BokuAka my beloveds

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—more than a good lover.

↪ it didn't matter what the world thought of him—as long as he had you.

pairing: sae itoshi x fem!reader

despite being a man of few words, sae itoshi is a good lover.

the few pictures of him outside of the field are usually with you. he's a private person, rarely going out unless it's for dinner dates or for meetings concerning him. so when an article posted by a reporter (one known for having the hottest gossip on celebrities and athletes) calls him a bad husband, he's hurt. he doesn't want to admit that his feelings are genuinely wounded from such an accusation, but at the end of the day—he's human too.

the media seems to forget that too often.

sae really does try with you, because he really does love you. those gossip columns don't know anything—he shouldn't care so much, and he never has. but this take hit him on a personal level. his relationship with you was special, and for it to be spoken about so horribly, so casually, is a rude slap to the face.

he's reading the article on a long flight late at night while you're sleeping right beside him, blissfully unaware. your head is resting on his shoulder, and he keeps one hand intertwined with yours and resting in his lap while his other is scrolling through the comments. they were all agreeing with the reporter—some of them saying they felt bad you got stuck with such an emotionless player, or how he seemed way too busy to give you any attention.

there's a voice in the back of his head telling him to turn off his phone, to ignore these people who don't know anything about you two and to get some much needed sleep—

so that's just what he does.

the media really is stupid if they think sae itoshi doesn't love you.

don't they know his favorite past time is kissing the inside of your wrists? the gentle thrum of your pulse beneath his lips is his favorite melody in the whole world. the sound of a roaring crowd after winning a match doesn't even hold a candle to the calm serenity he feels at the sound of your heartbeat.

can't they see how he falls asleep every night in your arms? with his face pressed against your chest, bangs un-styled and heart kept safely in the palm of your hands—you're the only person able to see such a side of him, and it would stay that way forever.

marriage isn't a small thing. when sae itoshi proposed, he did it with the intention of spending the rest of his life with you. he did it because he trusted you with his heart more than he trusted himself with it.

sae is a man of few words, and even though your wedding consisted of only a few close family and friends—there wasn't a single person in the venue who wasn't brought to near tears with his vows. they were honest, raw like an uncut gemstone.

and he knows you love him just the same. with you pressed against his side, coming with him and leaving behind everything to travel the world to support his ambitions—he knows you do.

he's more than a good lover. the media is so lukewarm—it's the first thought that comes to his mind when the jet you two were on finally lands.

"you're staring," you grin cheekily, finally awake and splaying your hand over the muscle of his thigh as your finger taps rhythmically against it.

sae blinks slowly. the pilot is saying something on the intercom about needing another ten minutes to unload the jet before the two of you could get off—but the world turns to nothing but pure static when sae looks at you.

he looks at the diamond ring adorning your finger, he looks at your sleepy smile, and he looks at your intertwined hands—

yeah. the rest of the world can think whatever it wants, he knows your thoughts and feelings are the only ones he actually gives a fuck about.

"am i not allowed to stare at the love of my life?"

sae itoshi was a man of few words. they were blunt and never sugar coated, so when he refers to you as the love of his life—he means it.

you hum, watching a rare smile grace his handsome face as you lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead. he looks a thousand times more adorable in your eyes with his bangs down, and you take a second to stare at him before quickly snuggling back into his side

he takes a glance at the sunset taking place right outside the plane window, moving to wrap his arms around your shoulder and pressing a chaste kiss right behind your ear before speaking

"i hope our future kids get your smile."

"huh?!"

"you heard me."

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