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[manus--cruentas]

my legs hurt sm btw it's getting. worrisome.

[frickingnerd]

in the middle of the night

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

summary: it's the middle of the night when police officers kick down the door to your appartment and drag you and your boyfriend out of bed...

tags: angst, established relationship, very protective (&angry) bakugou, pro hero!bakugou, swearing, open ending, bakugou comforting reader, pet names (baby)

it was the middle of the night when your front door was broken down and police officers and pro heroes stormed your apartment. you were still laying in bed, cuddled up against your boyfriend and sleeping peacefully. but just a second later, they were in your shared bedroom, yelling at you and pinning you down onto the bed.

both of you were awake in an instance, not understanding what was going on. you were squirming and kicking around you, thinking you were about to get robbed or something.

meanwhile, bakugou was trying to pull the police officers off you, screaming at them.

“don't fucking touch her, you assholes–!!”

but all that got him was getting pinned down as well by some pro heroes that he had worked with before.

“calm down! we're not hurting her, but we have to arrest her. you as her boyfriend should know what she did…”

this seemed like a bad dream to the two of you. you had no idea what they were talking about, but you stopped resisting…

“she didn't do anything, you idiots! she could never hurt a fly–!” bakugou growled at them, before turning to you. “please, baby… tell me they are wrong! you didn't do anything…right?”

you shook your head and teared up quietly

“i swear, kats!”

“you heard her! she didn't do a thing! now get your fucking hands off her!!”

katsuki had calmed down at least a little bit, pushing the two pro heroes off of him.

“we'll have to take her with us to make sure of that. if she's telling the truth, you'll see her again in a few days” he was told, by who seemed to be the officer in charge.

“a few days!?” bakugou was furious. “you're not taking her away for that long, assholes!”

“katsuki…!” you sighed softly, trying to act reasonable. “please…”

he didn't want to let you go. he didn't know what those assholes would do to you and how far they would go when interrogating you. but he gave in, despite how much he dreaded what could happen…

“i'll get you out of there, baby! i promise!” katsuki told you, as the officers put cuffs on you and started to guide you out of the house.

before they could all leave, katsuki held back the officer in charge, for one last warning.

“if you return her to me and there is as much as a scratch on her pretty face, then i'll kill you! understood?”

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓

❝ 𝟐 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄! ❞

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, my fingers gliding flawlessly over the dials. I glanced up at Chris, who was eagerly awaiting instructions.

“Okay, Chris, now turn this way,” I instructed, gesturing with my free hand. The sunlight streamed through the studio windows, casting a warm, natural glow on Chris' features as he pivoted towards me.

Chris struck a casual yet confident pose, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. I observed him through the lens, framing the shot carefully.

“Perfect,” I called out, the camera shutter clicking. “That's a great one. Let's try a slightly different angle.”

Chris adjusted his stance, his body moving effortlessly into another pose. The fabric of his clothes clung to his form, emphasizing the quality of the designs he was modeling.

I continued to give directions, my voice steady and encouraging. “That's it, just a slight tilt of the head... Yes, just like that. Perfect.”

We continued the photoshoot, both of us falling into a rhythm. Chris' natural charisma and charm shone through in each shot. He radiated confidence and joy, making my job as the photographer easy.

“You're killing it,” I commented, my fingers working the camera. “These photos are going to be incredible.”

Chris chuckled, his eyes meeting mine briefly before turning back to the camera. “It's easy when I have a great photographer to guide me.”

I stepped back from the camera, scrolling through the shots I had captured. The images were vibrant and full of life, perfectly capturing Chris' energy and charm.

As I continued to browse through them, I noticed Chris approaching me, his eyes fixed on the camera's display screen. He came to stand beside me, curiosity in his gaze.

“Can I take a look?” he asked, gesturing towards the camera.

I nodded and handed the camera over to him. He took it gingerly, scrolling through the gallery of images.

Chris' eyes widened as he saw each shot, a broad smile spreading across his face. “These are amazing. You've really captured me perfectly in these.”

Chris looked up from the camera, a mischievous gleam in his eye. He handed the camera back to me and crossed his arms.

“You know what would make this even more fun?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What's that?”

“You should model some of these designs too,” Chris suggested, a hint of challenge in his voice.

I laughed nervously, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. I shook my head, waving off the suggestion. “Oh, no way,” I protested. “I'm no model. I wouldn't know the first thing about it.”

Chris chuckled at my response, a reassuring smile on his face. “Are you kidding? I'm not a pro either,” he replied. “I just have fun with it. That's what matters.”

He extended his hand towards me, gesturing for me to take it. “Come on, it'll be fun. Just give it a try.”

I paused for a moment, considering Chris' words. His enthusiasm was contagious, and a part of me was intrigued by the idea. After a moment's hesitation, I gave in and took his hand.

“Alright, fine,” I relented, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I'll give it a shot.”

Chris' eyes lit up, a mix of excitement and anticipation on his face. He led me over to a nearby clothing rack, from which he pulled out one of his Fresh-Love designs.

“This one will look great on you,” Chris said, handing me the shirt.

I took it, feeling the soft fabric in my fingers. The design was simple yet stylish, with a touch of edginess. I slipped the shirt on, the material feeling comfortable against my skin.

I tugged at the shirt, adjusting it to fit just right. I took a look in the mirror, surprised at how well the design suited me. The fabric hugged my figure in all the right places, and the edgy touch added a certain flair.

Chris watched me with a satisfied smile, visibly pleased that the shirt looked as good on me as he had hoped.

“See? You look amazing in it,” Chris praised, his eyes taking in my outfit.

I blushed at his compliment, unused to being the center of attention. “Really? I feel kind of silly, standing in front of the camera,” I admitted, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

Chris held the camera, a reassuring smile on his face. He could see the doubt in my eyes, but he was determined to help me overcome it.

“You've got this,” he encouraged, his voice steady and calm. “Whenever you're ready, just let me know. I'm here to guide you.”

I took a deep breath, feeling my nerves slowly start to settle. I trusted Chris and his ability to bring out the best in people.

“Okay,” I said, my voice a bit shaky. “I'm ready.”

“Perfect,” Chris nodded, the camera in his hands. “Just do what feels natural. Don't think too much about it.”

I stood before the camera, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and anticipation. Taking another deep breath, I tried to relax and follow Chris' advice.

I moved my body, mimicking the poses I had seen Chris do earlier. It felt awkward and unnatural at first, but as I continued, I slowly started to feel more at ease. Chris' words of encouragement echoed in my mind, helping me to forget about my insecurities.

“That's it,” Chris praised, his voice filled with genuine excitement. “You're doing great. Just keep going.”

I felt a small surge of confidence at his words. I let go of my inhibitions and allowed myself to enjoy the experience, posing for the camera with a growing sense of playfulness.

After the photoshoot was done, Chris and I settled down at my desk, the camera memory card loaded into my computer. We sat side by side, scrolling through the images. The room was filled with a comfortable silence as we focused on the screen.

“These turned out really well,” Chris commented, his eyes flicking from one photo to another. “You've got a real talent for photography, Y/N.”

I chuckled, a small smile playing on my lips. “You're not so bad yourself,” I replied, meeting his gaze.

Chris chuckled in return, a hint of pink spreading across his cheeks. He leaned back in his chair and scratched the back of his neck, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

“Yeah, I guess I didn't do too badly,” he said, a touch of modesty in his voice.

As we continued looking through the photos, one in particular caught Chris' attention. It was a shot of me, my head thrown back in laughter. The camera had captured the moment perfectly, freezing my joy in time.

“I love that one,” Chris said, a small smile on his face as he pointed to the image on the screen. “You laughed so genuinely. It's beautiful.”

I felt my cheeks grow warm at Chris' words, a mixture of flattery and embarrassment washing over me. I didn't quite know how to respond, so I simply turned my focus back to the computer screen.

Chris continued to scroll through the photos, carefully selecting the ones he wanted for his website. We worked in a comfortable silence, occasionally pausing to discuss a particularly striking image.

Time had flown by as we worked, and now the sun was beginning to set outside the studio window. Golden light streamed in, bathing the room in a warm, golden hue. The studio looked almost magical as the shadows lengthened and the air grew slightly cooler.

“Man, I didn't realize it was getting so late,” Chris commented, stretching his arms above his head.

I glanced out the window, taking in the beautiful sunset. I couldn't help but admire the way the light played off of Chris' features, making him look even more handsome than usual.

“Yeah, time really got away from us,” I replied, turning back to the computer. “But I think we got some great shots for the drop.”

I glanced out the window, taking in the beautiful sunset. I couldn't help but admire the way the light played off of Chris' features, making him look even more handsome than usual.

“Yeah, time really got away from us,” I replied, turning back to the computer. “But I think we got some great shots for the drop.”

“Definitely,” Chris agreed, leaning back in his chair. “The fans are gonna love these.”

We both fell silent for a moment, the peaceful atmosphere of the room seeping in. The setting sun cast long shadows across the floor, making the room feel intimate and cozy.

I pushed back my chair and stood up, my muscles tight from sitting for so long. I walked over to the large window, gazing out at the sprawling city below. The sun had almost dipped below the horizon, the sky a beautiful gradient of pinks and purples.

Leaning against the window, I stretched my arms high above my head, relieving the stiffness in my back.

“It's amazing how much the city changes at sunset,” I commented quietly, my eyes taking in the view.

Chris stood up too, joining me by the window. He placed his hands in his pockets, his gaze following mine as he took in the cityscape below.

“You think we'll ever get tired of this view?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

I shook my head, a sense of contentedness washing over me. “I don't think so,” I replied. “I could look at this all the time and never get bored.”

Chris leaned his shoulder against the window, his eyes fixated on me as I took in the view. He watched as the last rays of sunlight danced across my face, his gaze filled with affection.

The room was bathed in a soft, warm light, creating an intimate atmosphere. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he quietly admired me.

I glanced at Chris, noticing the way he was looking at me. Confused, I turned to face him fully. “What?” I asked quietly, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

Chris shook his head slightly, his lips curving into a soft, warm smile. “Nothing,” he replied simply, his eyes holding mine.

The air between us felt charged, the silence filled with unspoken words. For a moment, all I could do was hold his gaze, my heartbeats slightly faster than usual.

Chris didn't look away, his smile unwavering. The setting sun cast a warm glow on his features, making him look impossibly handsome. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, his presence captivating me.

We stood like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies close but not quite touching. The city below us seemed to fade away, the only thing in my mind being Chris and the overwhelming feelings he stirred in me.

The tension between us was palpable, the electricity in the room almost tangible. I could feel my pulse quicken as my heart thudded against my chest.

Chris continued to smile at me, his eyes locked on mine. It was as if he could see into my soul, my emotions laid bare before him. I couldn't bring myself to look away, my feelings for him growing stronger by the second.

Chris broke our eye contact, suddenly looking down at the city below. A small chuckle escaped his lips, a hint of amusement in his expression.

“What is it now?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. I knew Chris well enough to know that chuckle meant he was up to something.

Chris looked back at me, a soft smile on his lips. “Nothing,” he answered, his voice taking on a more poetic tone. “Just the way the sunlight dances on your skin, making you even more beautiful than you already are.”

He continued to lean against the glass, his arms crossed in front of him. His eyes never left mine, his gaze intense and sincere.

I rolled my eyes, a small smile playing on my lips at Chris' comment. “You're such a flirt,” I teased, turning to walk away.

Before I could take more than a few steps, Chris' hand shot out and encircled my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I turned back to face him, surprise evident on my face.

With Chris' grip on my wrist, he pulled me closer, closing the distance between us until our bodies were almost touching. Our faces were now just inches apart, our breaths mingling in the minimal space between us. We were so close now that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. If he were to whisper, I'd be able to hear every word.

Chris leaned in even closer, his voice lowering to a whisper, barely above a breath. “I mean it,” he murmured, his words sending shivers down my spine.

Chris was so close now, his breath warm against my skin. He spoke in a low, intimate tone, every word sending jolts of electricity through me.

“The way you stop to enjoy the little things,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “The way you find joy in moments most people take for granted. It just makes me adore you even more.”

As Chris spoke, he gently took hold of my wrists, guiding my arms around his neck. He pulled me against him, my body pressed close to his. My hands rested against the nape of his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

His arms encircled my waist, holding me close against him. We were now standing so close together that I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest.

As I stood there, wrapped in Chris' embrace, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. How had we ended up like this? Just hours ago, we had been working on the photo shoot, laughing and joking as friends.

Now, here I was, held tightly against him, his body warmth seeping into my skin. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in our dynamic.

I could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took, the rhythm comforting and steady. Meanwhile, my heart was racing out of control, beating faster than I thought possible.

I couldn't understand how the atmosphere had changed so drastically. Just a moment ago, we had been talking like friends. Now, every inch of my body was aware of his touch, my senses overwhelmed by his presence.

Chris chuckled softly, his hands gently rubbing my back. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “I don't want you dying on me. Your heartbeat is dangerously fast right now.

He pulled away slightly, just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes were filled with concern and amusement. “Are you alright?” he asked, his hands still holding onto my waist.

I took a moment to admire Chris, the setting sun illuminating his face and highlighting his features. The golden light brought out his freckles, which only seemed to appear when the sun shone directly on him.

His skin was dusted with a light scattering of tiny brown spots, a feature that I had never truly noticed before. Standing this close to him, I couldn't help but stare at them, mesmerized by their subtle beauty.

I lifted my hand, my fingers gently tracing the path of his freckles. I marveled at how they shimmered in the light, creating a unique pattern across his skin.

As I continued to explore his face, my hand moved to his cheek, caressing the smooth skin with my fingertips. My gaze met his, my eyes drawn to the intense blue of his irises. I felt like I could drown in them, the depths of his eyes holding me captive.

My fingers continued to roam over his face, tracing the contours of his cheek and jaw. The sunlight played across his features, enhancing the color of his eyes and the sharpness of his nose.

His lips were softly parted, the corners curving slightly upward in a hint of a smile. I traced the edge of his mouth with my thumb, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. His eyelashes were long and dark, casting a shadow beneath his eyes.

All these details came together to create a face so stunning, it left me breathless.

I found myself lost in his gaze, the intensity of his eyes making my heart skip a beat. His freckles, like stars against the backdrop of his skin, added an element of boyish charm that only made him more endearing.

Chris remained silent, his eyes fixed on mine, seemingly enjoying my touch and the way I studied his features.

As I continued to explore the curves and contours of his face, I thought to myself that this was the first time I had ever been this close to Chris. I marveled at the feeling of his skin under my fingertips, the warmth and the texture unfamiliar and yet soothing.

A desire to memorize every detail, every freckle, every curve, consumed me. It was as if I wanted to trace a map on his skin and commit every part of him to memory, like engraving a poem on the walls of my mind.

I wanted to remember all his features from the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly when he was deep in thought, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. I wanted to remember the way his hair fell across his forehead when he tilted his head back in laughter, the way his hands felt in mine.

This closeness to him, the permission to study and admire him like this, was something I never wanted to forget.

Chris gently grabbed my hand, placing it against his larger one. Our fingers fit together like pieces of a puzzle. His hand was strong and firm, his fingers longer than mine, encompassing my hand completely.

He held our joined hands up, turning them slightly to inspect the size difference, his thumb rubbing my palm, the gesture both possessive and tender at the same time.

Chris guided my hand back to his cheek, holding it there as he closed his eyes. He leaned into my touch, his hand covering mine as he gently caressed the back of my hand.

His eyes remained closed, but a soft smile played on his lips, a look of contentment and bliss crossing his face. He seemed to relish the feeling of my palm against his skin, the warmth and the comfort of our connection.

Chris slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flicking from one of my eyes to the other, then lingering on my lips. His expression was intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something unreadable.

He stayed silent, his eyes locked onto mine, the air between us thick with tension. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest, the steady thud echoing my own heightened pulse.

Chris leaned in closer, our faces now inches apart. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but the words he spoke sent shivers down my spine.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmured, his voice ragged with barely contained desire. His hand, still holding mine against his cheek, trembled slightly, the intensity of the moment clearly affecting him.

His gaze remained fixed on mine, searching my eyes for an answer. His breath was warm against my skin, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. The room was silent, the sound of our combined breathing and the faint city noise outside the only things breaking the intense quiet.

I could tell he was holding back, his control barely hanging on by a thread. But it was the vulnerability in his eyes, the uncertainty in his question, that made my heart skip a beat.

I nodded, my words stuck in my throat. The gesture was enough.

Chris' hand moved from my hand to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. His touch was gentle, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw as his lips moved towards mine.

The moment our lips met, it was as if a spark ignited. I brought my arm up, wrapping it around his neck, pulling him closer.

Our bodies pressed together, the space between us becoming non-existent. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft, tentative exploration of each other's lips. But soon, the heat between us intensified, our mouths moving more confidently, our breaths mingling as we clung to each other.

The last bits of sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing us in a warm, golden glow. The room was filled with a soft, almost dream-like ambiance, the light casting long shadows around us as the sun slowly set behind the city skyline.

As we lost ourselves in the kiss, the warm light danced across our skin, caressing us and creating an intimate bubble that shut out the outside world.

As the kiss broke, Chris leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against mine. Our noses lightly grazed each other, the sensation sending another wave of shivers down my spine.

His hand, still under my chin, continued to hold my face gently, as if anchoring me to him, while his breath came in ragged pants, his chest rising and falling against mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, the world around us ceasing to exist. All that mattered was the feel of his skin against mine, the sound of our labored breathing, and the rapid beat of our hearts. His eyes remained closed, his expression a mixture of yearning and satisfaction. I held onto his neck, unwilling to pull away just yet.

My fingers gently carding through his hair, the soft strands running through my fingers. The action seemed to draw Chris out of his reverie, his eyes opening slowly, a lazy smile curving his lips.

He looked at me, his gaze filled with affection and a hint of playfulness. One of his hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer against him, as if he couldn't bear the distance between us.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his voice deep and quiet. His hand on my waist traced small circles with his thumb, the gesture sending tiny sparks of electricity through my skin.

I could only respond with a small, contented hum, my fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The sensation of his hand on my waist, the warmth of his body against mine, the sound of his voice, it all created a sense of safety and comfort that I wanted to hold onto a little longer.

Slowly, Chris shifted position, moving his head to rest in the crook of my neck. His breath tickled my skin as he settled against me, the weight of his body against mine both grounding and exhilarating.

I could feel his chest rising and falling against my own, the steady rhythm of his breathing an intimate and soothing sound. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me closer, as if trying to meld our bodies together.

After hours spent together, wrapped up in each other's arms, Chris reluctantly untangled himself from me, a soft, regretful sigh escaping his lips.

He stood up, stretching his limbs and running a hand through his hair, which was now tousled and unruly from my fingers playing with it. His t-shirt was slightly wrinkled, the fabric stretched in places from our earlier embrace.

Chris glanced over at me, his eyes roaming over my form on the bed, the sheets pooled around my waist. He let out a small sigh, his gaze filled with lingering desire, but also a hint of reluctance.

“What time is it?” he asked, his voice rough and tinged with a hint of tiredness. He reached for his phone, which was on the nightstand next to him.

His thumb swiped across the screen, unlocking the device and revealing the time. “It's late,” he said, the words almost a whisper. The light from the screen illuminated his face in the dim room, casting shadows and highlights across his features.

Chris lowered his phone, the screen darkening and plunging the room back into semi-darkness. He turned his attention back to me, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I should get going,” he murmured, his voice quiet yet filled with reluctance. He took a step towards the door, his gaze never leaving mine, as if he was trying to memorize the sight one last time.

I sat up in the bed, the sheets tangled around my waist, my heart already missing the feeling of his weight on the mattress.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice soft and almost pleading. “It's pretty late. You could stay...if you want to, that is.”

Despite his reluctance to leave, Chris couldn't resist the pull of my words. He crawled back onto the bed, moving closer to me, the mattress shifting under his weight. When he reached me, his face hovered just a few inches from my own.

“I would love to,” he whispered, his voice gruff with unspoken desire, “but I don't want to worry Matt and Nick by staying out too late. You know how they get.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the mention of his brothers a soft, gentle reminder of the outside world that waited beyond our small bubble of intimacy. He reached a hand up to my face, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, his thumb rubbing gently over my lips.

“I'll come back soon,” he promised, his voice filled with a quiet determination. “As soon as I can. I need to see you again.”

The look in his eyes told me he meant it. He wanted this, us, just as much as I did. But duty and responsibility called, and with a final, tender kiss to my forehead, he pulled away, slowly detangling himself from the bed.

Chris stood up and put on his shoes, the laces tied in double knots. I got out of bed, the sheets falling away, leaving me in just an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder.

I walked with him to the door, every step feeling like a countdown, each moment bringing us closer to the moment I would watch him walk out that door.

Chris reached for the door handle, his hand hesitating briefly on the cool metal, as if trying to prolong the moment just a little longer. With a soft, almost inaudible sigh, he pulled it open, revealing the darkened hallway beyond.

The harsh glow of the hallway lights contrasted with the soft, warm light of my studio apartment, creating an almost stark division between us.

Chris turned to face me, his expression a mixture of reluctance and tenderness. The dim light from the hallway cast shadows across his face, emphasizing the sharp angles and harsh lines that usually softened in my presence.

His eyes met mine, the blue irises darkened in the dim light. The air was thick with unspoken words and the weight of our emotions, hanging heavy between us.

I crossed my arms, hugging myself, as if trying to hold onto the last trace of him before he left. An unconscious act of physical comfort.

“Text me when you're home,” I whispered, my voice soft yet firm, filled with a hint of worry. I wanted to know he was safe, that he had arrived back home without incident.

A small, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips at my words. He knew I was concerned about him. “I will,” he said, his voice reassuring. “I'll text you the moment I'm home.”

Chris lowered himself, bringing his face closer to mine. Instead of a single, lingering kiss, he peppered my lips with multiple, small, quick pecks, each one like a silent promise, a small assurance that this wasn't goodbye.

His lips were warm against mine, the fleeting touch of each kiss a soft, soothing comfort. Though brief, each press of his lips against mine sent a tiny spark of electricity through my body, reigniting the fire that had started earlier, and reigniting the desire to keep him, if only for a bit longer.

Chris' phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking the moment and bringing us back to reality. He withdrew slightly, fishing his phone out of his pocket with a grimace.

He checked the notification, the screen illuminating his face in the semi-darkness. “My Uber's here.”

Chris leaned in once more, his lips meeting mine in a final, longing kiss. The heat of it lingered, burning a memory in my mind.

“I'll see you soon,” he whispered against my lips, his voice filled with unspoken promises and an aching sort of sweetness.

He slowly pulled away, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers lingered on my cheek for a brief moment, almost like he was committing the feel of my skin to memory.

Then, with a final, bittersweet smile, he turned and walked out the door, leaving me alone in the suddenly silent and empty apartment.

A few minutes later, as I lay on my bed, the sheets tossed and tangled, my phone beeped softly, a notification from an incoming text.

I reached over to grab it, my heart already fluttering in anticipation. The notification was a simple message from Chris: ‘I'm home.’

The sight of those words made a small, relieved sigh escape my lips. Knowing he was safe, that he had made it back without incident, was like a weight lifted from my shoulders. I quickly typed out a reply, a simple ‘Glad u made it home safe :)’ and hit send.

The response from Chris came quickly, the dots appearing on my screen as he typed out his message.

‘Whenever you're able to, can you send me the pictures from the photo shoot?’ he asked, the bluntness of the request almost amusing after the intimate moment we had shared.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his directness. Typical Chris, always straight to the point. I responded with a quick, ‘Sure, give me a moment to edit them.’

I got up from the bed, making my way to my desk where my laptop and editing software were set up. As I waited for the computer to start up, my mind once again wandered back to the moments shared with Chris.

The soft, sweet kisses, the feel of his skin under my fingertips, the sound of his voice, roughened with desire. The memories were like a vivid dream, one I wanted to hold onto, to experience again and again.

I sat down at my computer, the familiar soft hum of the machine comforting. As the software booted up, I began to edit the pictures of Chris. Adjusting the lighting, the contrast, the cropping to highlight the clothes best.

With every click and drag of the mouse, the photos came together, the final result something that would sell the clothes perfectly.

Once I was satisfied with the edits, I uploaded the pictures to the website, making sure they were in the right place, paired with the right piece of clothing. The clothing itself was already something that would make people take notice, the added flair of Chris' modeling made them almost irresistible.

Once all the pictures were set on the website and matched with the correct clothes, I grabbed my phone and opened up my messages. I navigated to the conversation with Chris and quickly sent all the pictures to him.

‘There you go,’ I typed out, hitting send with a satisfied smile.

I sent a follow-up message, fingers flying over the screen. ‘Also finished the website. Just let me know a date and time to open it up.’

My thumb hovered over the send button for a fraction of a second before I sent it, a flutter of excitement in my chest. This was it, the final step before his brand could launch into the world.

The response came back quickly, Chris' eagerness and excitement evident in his words. ‘I was thinking Friday around 12pm.’

I could almost hear his voice as I read the message. The confidence, the determination, all his usual traits coming through even in text form.

My heart skipped a beat. Friday was only a few days away. The culmination of all our hard work was coming to fruition.

I responded, a message that was both a confirmation and a silent reassurance. ‘Sounds good.’

Another message popped onto my screen, this time with an added note of concern. ‘Make sure you sleep now. I'll see you on Friday.’

A small smile tugged at my lips at his words. He knew me well. I'd probably stay up late, going over everything one last time to make sure it was perfect, especially now that we had a launch date.

‘I will, promise.’ I typed out, quickly hitting send. I knew he wouldn't believe me without a promise, but I was determined to get at least a few hours of sleep tonight.

Chris' response came back almost instantly, accompanied by a picture. It was a selfie, his face half buried into a pillow, exhaustion evident in his sleepy eyes. But his lips were turned up in a small, weary smile. Beneath the picture was a single word: ‘Goodnight :)’

I couldn't help but smile at the image of him lying in bed, his tousled hair and sleepy expression making my heart ache for him all over again.

I quickly sent back a text, a simple, ‘Sleep well, goodnight :)’ before locking my phone.

I finally climbed back into bed, the sheets cool against my skin. Every muscle in my body was tired, the events of the day catching up to me all at once.

As I laid my head against the pillow, I inhaled deeply, the faint scent of Chris on the sheets helping me relax even more. Within minutes, my eyes fluttered closed and I drifted off to sleep.

A/N: thank you for 500 followers! thought i would do a little fluff story as the milestone story taking a little break from the freakiness but for also celebrating 2 years of FRESH L♡︎VE <3 THANK YOU AGAIN I LOVE YOU ALL SM!!

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[nightlyrequiem]

Valeria Garza X reader mutual masturbation 👀 maybe it turns into the reader and Valeria scissoring really hard with one another until they squirt idkkkk

Hiding behind anon because im a pussy LMAOAOAO (I am over the age of 18 though ^^ /gen)

You're so real for this, anon. (I'd also hide behind Anon, can't be caught lacking.)

I did some research for this one (Thank you twitter.) I've wrote smut before but there's only so much I can do when I've never experienced it myself #maidenlessloser

Hopefully that means the scissoring part was written well.

Tags/Warning: Pure Filthy Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Scissoring, Squirting, No Plot At All, LESBIAN SEX!!!!

Quid Pro Quo

'You owe me.' those were the words muttered after Valeria lent you money to pay off your debt to different loan sharks. You didn't ask her for the money and you're not sure how she knew about your debt. You were hesitant in accepting her money because then you're just in debt to her. The loan sharks were starting to get inpatient and that was a health hazard. You thought she'd ask you to pay her back or do a bunch of neck breaking tasks. That's not what she wanted.

"What?" You ask, wondering if you heard her right. She stares at you from under hooded eyes across from you. Leaning back in her chair with her legs spread.

"I said, I want you to touch yourself for me." She enunciates slowly, like she thinks you're stupid.

Your face heats. "Like masturbation?" You ask carefully.

Valeria rolls her eyes, ringed fingers tapping the wooden table impatiently. "Is there another way to interpret 'I want you to touch yourself for me' that I am not aware of?"

You sit stiffly with your hands politely folded in your lap.

"You want me to masturbate in front of you."

"Yes." She says with exasperation.

You furrow your brows at her, trying to come up with a reason as to why she'd want that. Your mind blanks. "Why?"

Valeria leans forward, eyes locked on yours. "Because I want you humiliated and leaking all over my desk."

Her words are brash and to the point. Sending heat across your face and to your lower regions.

"Right now?" You ask quietly. Looking around. The door behind you is closed but not locked. You picture yourself with your fingers deep inside of you, Valeria sitting there still as a statue, and someone barging in.

"Yes, now." Valeria says. "Take off your pants."

"... Will you kill me if I refuse?" You ask nervosuly.

Valeria's lips curl in disgust. "Killing someone for rejecting my advances is beneath me. I'll just have you fired."

That's not very ideal either but it does give you a choice. 

Do you really care about your job enough to degrade yourself like this? You let your eyes wander over her toned and tattooed forearms, over the swell of her chest under that gray tank top. She's an evil bitch. An evil bitch coercing you into doing a sexual favour for her. It feels erotic in nature, as much as you hate to feel that way. Were you not attracted to her you'd say no and look for another job. 

"Well?" Valeria raises a brow.

"Okay." You mutter reluctantly. Valeria's lips curl into a small smirk. She gestures for you to take a seat on her desk.

You hesitate before climbing up onto your knees and sitting. You wait for further instruction, but Valeria just stubbornly stares at you. You sigh and lean back, fumbling with your pants before sliding them off, not bothering to make it look nice. You're already giving her a show after all. You let them fall to the ground and begin to work on your underwear next.

"Slower." Valeria barks.

you swallow back an angry reply, slowing your movements. You peel your panties away from your body, embarrassed by the way they stick to your folds. You're surprised by how wet you already are. And a little ashamed.

You carefully set down your panties next you and spread your legs. Too aware of how visible you are. You feel a twinge of insecurity. You've had partners in the past, but not once have you been this exposed or scrutinized. You slowly trail your hand over your stomach. Slowly you push your fingers through your wet folds, gathering up slick onto your fingers. You prod around your entrance before rubbing circles around your clit.

Valeria makes no noise. Just sits there and watches. Honestly, her insulting you would make this experience less uncomfortable than her stony silence. You rub a little harder, hitting an angle that makes you arch your back with a gasp. Your fingers trail down once more, and you slip one inside of you experimentally. It slides in with ease and you slowly pump it inside of you.

Rusling fabric reaches your ears, and you tilt your head to see what it is. Just in time to watch Valeria discard her pants. You go still when you see her slip her hand beneath the elastic band of her panties. She meets your gaze with a scowl.

"I didn't say you could stop."

Quickly you resume. Valeria's heavy breathing sends heat through you, making your walls flutter with excitement. You moan a little louder, exaggerating it just a little for her. You buck against your own hand after adding a second finger. Sqeezing and pulling them deeper into your wetness.

Valeria matches your pace. Swiftly pounding into her cunt with her own fingers. Soaking her panties and the chair from the sight of you spread open on her desk. She can see the cloudy liquid of your arousal leaking around your fingers. Slowly dripping down onto the desk and collecting into a small puddle.

she curls her fingers, seeking that spot inside of her that makes her vision blur. Your moaning makes her inner walls pulse. Throbbing out with need. She stops, unable to take it anymore. Valeria wasn't planning on touching you, but she can't control herself. She stands and grabs you, forcing you onto your stomach. You blink in surprise, hand retreating from your pussy. She clumsily peels off her underwear and lifts one of your legs onto the desk, taking in the sight of your raw, puffy cunt.

Without hesitating she slots herself against you, sliding her folds into yours roughly. You gasp and whine, not complaining at all about the turn of events. This wasn't a part of the deal, but you don't care. Not while she's grinding into you and moaning in your ear. Her pace is fast and rough. Her hands grip onto your hips, aiding in her task. Your pussy throbs and weeps. Thick arousal leaking from you and dripping down your thigh, wetting her mound. she slams herself into you, grunting and panting. The loud slap of skin on skin almost drowns her out. Valeria reaches up and squeezes her breast painfully, adding to the stimulation. Something inside of you snaps. The pleasure and sensation becoming too much. You feel wetness rushing out of you. Each pulse sending more of it to the ground. You hear it audibly splash.

Valeria groans. Feeling it hit her legs. She trembles and sobs, feeling her own dam break. she doesn't stop or slow as she releases. Liquid squirts from her hole, soaking her legs and the floor, accumulates in her folds. she's left recklessly humping on you while the both of you cum. Making a mixed mess of arousal. Her legs shake and she finally falls still. Leaning on top of you, crushing you to the desk. Both you and Valeria can smell the aftermath. Covering your legs and the floor. Her warm breath hits your shoulder blade as the both of you catch your breath. She slowly pulls off you, the space between her thighs wet and slippery.

Your ass is left hanging off the desk, the consequences of your copulation running down your legs. She spreads you, watching your empty hole glisten and flutter.

"Consider your debt repaid." She says.

Your leg twitches. You're too fucked out to form a response. you think you may need to borrow money from her again sometime soon.

[wildesqdreams]

teen vogue

pairings - drew starkey x actress!female!reader, the outer banks cast x actress!female!reader (platonic).

summary - outer banks cast plays "truth or dare" on teen vogue.

warnings - mentions of tomdaya, drew eating a spoon of mayonnaise, spoilers for outer banks if you haven't watched the show... and my shitty writing.

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a/n: i haven't really seen any new drew fics, so after watching the outer banks interviews, i decided to write something. i litterally cannot wait for obx season 3, like literally. okay, hope you enjoy :)

"we're the cast of 'outer banks' and we're here with teen vogue to play truth or dare."

the actors played rock, paper, scissors with each other to know who would go first. madison won, as she beat y/n since the two girls were left last, resulting in her starting first.

"i think because i'm first, i feel like it's okay to play it safe, so," she put her hand in the bowl in front of her, "we're gonna go with truth."

the girl read the paper, she pulled out, "whose trailer is the messiest?" and like that she momently answered, "i'm gonna say jd."

carlacia beside y/n said, "i knew that was coming,'' while looking at the boy.

jonathan spoke, "what about y/n?!"

"hey," the girl turned to him, " my trailer is clean on the weekends," that made drew let out a chuckle.

"okay, well, first of all... it's not just my stuff in that trailer," the boy stated, making the cast laugh, "when john comes in there, he's got his whole workflow going, you know what i mean?" he drank his coffee.

madison continued, "you're right, i don't have a roommate so my place is pretty tidy, but the pro is, it is the 'mario cart' trailer," she pointed back towards jonathan.

carlacia added, "it's the gaming trailer."

"i set it up for everybody... everybody, everybody comes in and plays in my trailer," and others agreed with what the boy said.

"i'm gonna go with truth," y/n leaned forward and took a piece of paper out of the bowl.

she unfolded it and read, "oh, this is a good one," she let out a laugh.

the girl felt drew lean down. feeling his warm breath on her ear, as he spoke, goosebumps appeared on her arms, "kiss, marry, kill - pope, jj, and rafe," he leaned back, eyes remaining on the girl, "interesting."

"why's there not john b?" chase asked.

"he's sarah's man," jonathan answered, as chase nodded.

madison looked at the girl beside her, "sooo, y/n... what's it gonna be?"

"well, obviously i'm killing rafe."

"hey," austin said, "you could change him."

that made y/n chuckle, "by getting a bullet in my head? no, thanks," the cast laughed, "and, ummm... then i'm probably kissing jj and marrying pope."

drew dramatically put a hand to his heart, "ouch."

the comment made y/n smile and shake her head.

"why not marry jj?" madelyn asked, tilting her head, so she could see the girl.

y/n looked at her hands in her lap, as she fidgeted with her fingers, feeling nervous about talking so much. the girl felt a hand come to her back. it was drew, softly rubbing up and down, "i feel like jj gets in a lot of trouble, so i just couldn't handle the stress because of him, and... i'll leave him for someone else," she lifted her head back up while looking at the camera, "you'll found out in season 3."

madelyn nodded, and austin spoke up, "doesn't drew cause trouble?"

"yeah, a little, but i can handle it."

the girl heard carlacia mutter beside her, so she could only hear, "it's called love."

she felt drew's touch disappear and she looked back, at him, seeing him smiling at the camera, "well... i'm gonna pretend that i didn't hear that," he then looked at the girl, still with the smile on his face.

"throw me the dare bowl," jonathan asked.

y/n grabbed it and turned to give it to him, hearing madison beside her say, "okaayy".

he picked out a piece of paper and read, "talk to the camera and tell your celebrity crush that you like them."

"this is great," carlacia spoke.

"oh, boy... all seven of them?"

the cast laughed and y/n said, "you could try, maybe you'll get a call from one of them later."

"from zendaya," drew added.

"pfftt, yeah, only in my wildest dreams where tom holland doesn't exist," laughter again was heard from the comment, "that was a joke, we love zendaya and tom," jonathan spoke in a serious tone.

"tomdaya forever," chase said, as the cast nodded agreeing.

jonathan looked at the camera, "y/n y/l/n," at his words everyone giggled.

drew looked at the guy next to him, smiling, "ay, man, wait a second."

austin chuckled, "someone's stealing your girl."

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding," jonathan looked back at the camera, "zoë kravits," laughter yet again was heard.

madison, giggled, "why do we have the same?"

"i mean c'mon," he continued.

madelyn looked at him, "i think she'll go for it."

"she's already fallen," y/n said.

austin added, "yeah, you got her."

"well, i don't know."

"channing tatum is out. out of this," madelyn confirmed.

"no, i can't... i'm, i'm not as magic as mike, but," the girls laughed, "i'll still make your dreams come true."

"oooh, that was a good one," y/n nodded while looking at him.

drew leaned forward, while making grabby hands, "give me truth."

y/n gave him the bowl, and he smiled, "thank you."

he picked out a paper and read, "who's most like their character in real life," there was silence before he added, "me?"

the cast laughed, while drew mouthed 'no', as jonathan spoke, ''let him speak his truth.''

drew smiled, "actually... actually, yes."

"y/n?" austin asked, "is he?"

"yeah, am i?" drew looked at the girl, who was sitting on the couch in front of him.

"oh, yeah, definitely... he's kind and lovely, exactly like our sweet rafe," she let out a laugh.

she looked at him, as he continued talking, "umm, i'm gonna go with the old rudy boy,'' his gaze locked with y/n's, ''cause he is a tasmanian devil."

the cast chuckled and drew's lip corners lifted when he saw his girl smile.

''for sure,'' carlacia agreed.

austin looked at the second bowl, "i'm gonna go with dare," and once again y/n passed the bowl to him.

he had picked out a piece of paper with the text 'eat three crackers and then sing your favorite song' written on it. the boy made a face that made the others laugh.

while austin was putting the crackers in his mouth, madelyn said, "we can actually help austin with this,'' and y/n agreed.

"yeah, yeah," jonathan nodded.

the boy with the full mouth counted, "one, two, three," before the cast started singing the song 'charlie, last name wilson' by charlie wilson.

as they finished they all clapped, "yeaahh."

y/n felt something on her shoulder. as she turned she saw drew cleaning the crumbs off of austins leg, which landed on her. he looked at her and mouthed a 'sorry, baby,' as he brushed her shoulder.

she laughed with the others when austin said, while eating the crackers, "i need a water, need a water."

jonathan added, "he's dying.''

after he got the water bottle and took a sip, he looked at the camera, giving thumbs up, "okay, we're good."

carlacia had already picked truth, "oh, god," chase and y/n leaned to her sides to see the text, as she read, "read the last text message you sent," she looked at the camera, "no chance, we're not," she didn't even finish before they all started laughing.

jonathan clapped, "oh, shoot, they couldn't..."

"NO,'' carlacia leaned on y/n shoulder.

a few seconds later, the girl grabbed her phone. as drew said, "let's go, yeahh."

"oh, i know what it's gonna be," the girl beside her said.

"i texted tanner and i said 'can you get me and y/n super bowl tickets'?" and the room was filled with laughter again.

"running sharks.''

"make it happen."

carlacia smiled, "rihanna's in the super bowl this year, and... we're on the hunt for tickets."

"we love rihanna," y/n added.

"yeah, we do."

drew couldn't even rest from the pickle shot with jonathan because the next dare was for him to eat a spoon of mayonnaise.

austin was really nice and picked a lot of mayo from the jar for drew.

he grabbed the spoon in one hand and the jar in the other, as he looked at the camera, while austin said, "c'mon now... you got this from north carolina."

and with that drew ate the mayonnaise.

everyone was shocked and disgusted and gagging at the sight, while the boy enjoyed the mayo.

"it's like ew."

he even swallowed it, which made y/n stare in shock.

austin gagged, "i don't like mayo."

"i don't like it either," jonathan stated.

chase laughed, "y/n won't be coming home with you."

"yeah," y/n shook her head, "definitely not," she turned back to face the front.

"we'll see about that," drew smiled down at the girl.

when he was done he breathed heavily, while austin patted his back, "what a champ."

y/n looked at him and scrunched her face, "god, you smell like mayo."

"lovely, no?"

"absolutely no," she looked at jonathan, "i'm gonna be living with you from now on."

and before anyone could say anything he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "no you won't."

the girls beside y/n gagged at the smell, "ew, what the fuck, drew!!!" but the boy just smiled, while drinking his water, feeling proud.

"thank you teen vogue for having us, see you next time!" the outer banks cast ended the video after the last dare, which was for jonathan.

and like every other interview, it ended on a happy note ended, because laughter was heard, when madison howled like a wolf.

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[prettyboykatsuki]

ITOSHI SISTER AND TRYING TO SNEAK ISAGI OUT? you are getting caught

sworn secrecy | i. yoichi.

✮ tags ; fem!reader(referred to as little sister but otherwise no gendered language), little sister itoshi (rin / sae are your big brothers), boyfriend!isagi, aged-up charas, use of honorfics for rin / sae (sae-nii / rin-nii), sneaking out, very silly. not nsfw but it's there implicitly

✮ wc ; 2k

✮ a/n ; have had bad writers block but this was a lot of fun.

✮ synopsis ; rin has made it very clear that isagi is strictly off-limits. you are not very good at listening.

It's a miracle you haven't died.

Isagi sits on the edge of your bed, wet hair and shirtless while watching Youtube videos while you stare outside of the window of your bedroom. Both of your brothers cars are still parked into the driveway.

You're screwed, actually. There's no hope for you anymore. You freeze as you hear footsteps in the hallway, shooting Isagi a look. He shrugs at you, a sly grin on his face. Unbothered and amused by the entire situation.

He's not going to be any help either it seems. You step away and crawl over to him in distress, throwing yourself into his lap. He drops his phone on side of the bed with a laugh, as you sit your knees on either side of his thighs.

His hand goes instantly to rest on the small of your back, knocking his forehead to yours. He has the audacity to giggle at you.

"Yoichi," You bemoan, clinging onto him for comfort even though he's most of the problem "How can you laugh in these conditions? Do you know how fucked I am?"

He gives you a wry grin "Well in a way,"

You hit him softly for the crass comment before clinging onto his shoulder. Isagi holds you comfortably, kissing whatever part of your shoulder you can reach. He traces little patterns into your skin, and you let yourself lean into the touch because you're unsure of when the next time will be if either of you happen to get caught.

"Yoichi," You whine again, frustrated and huffing "If Rin-nii catches me he's going to kill me."

He has the nerve to laugh.

"He'll be pissed but he's not gonna say anything to you. He's gonna kick my ass though."

"That's what I'm worried about, you dummy."

"Aw, you're worried about me? Hm? My baby is worried about me?"

Isagis coaxing helps soften your nerves even though it's not fixing the problem. You giggle quietly at the feeling of his lips on your neck and decide you're going to see him again at all costs.

It's a bad situation to be in. Surprisingly, while both of your older brothers are protective of you - Rin is the most strict about why you're not allowed to date his friends. Sae is a lot more lax about it, maybe because he's the oldest with the worst tendency of spoiling you. The only person he refuses to let you get involved with is Oliver and Shidou - but he doesn't particularly care about his other teammates if you're interested.

Rin, on the other hand, has been very verbal about you dating his teammates. A strict no on all of them, every last one - even the good and nice guys like gorilla-king Barou or Musclehead Kunigami. Chigiri is off-limits, Bachira is definitely off-limits, and the list goes on and on.

Of all of them though, Rin has a special disdain for the boy currently sitting half-naked in your bed after having sex with you the night before.

"If I ever catch that fucking freak looking at you, I'll kill him. You're not allowed to date Isagi ever."

When you were a little younger and it mattered to you more - you did try to stay away from them altogether. As the team went pro and Isagi came around more often to practice or bother Rin, the more difficult this ask became.

Isagi is two years older than you, and he's always been so nice to you. You'd only started speaking to him recently. He's attentive and charismatic, and awkward in an attractive way. All of that along with how he is when he plays - nauseatingly arrogant and cocky and so impossibly sexy made in impossible to stay away.

He wasn't always so tempting. But as of a few months ago, you couldn't take his eyes off him. So, at a party and away from your brothers view - you came onto him. He was even nice enough to try and stop you since he probably knew the outcome.

But your crush was only growing in size and you were determined to fuck him at least. So fuck him you did. You'd half been expecting your brothers gloom and doom to come true. You thought you'd wake up to an empty bed and no phone number - figure out why he'd always been so adamant on it.

Your bed was empty, but Isagi wasn't gone, he was making breakfast - grinning at you as you padded downstairs. You realized later that you'd be wiped down and changed sometime in the middle of the night. Turns out Isagi had his eyes on you for a long time, but per Rin's insanity decided not to approach. And now that you'd gone this far, he was determined to keep you.

Bridges burned, you started dating in secrecy. The only person who knows is Bachira. You kind of think Sae found out months ago, but chose not to let it slip. He just occasionally gives you knowing glances and tells you to be safe more often than not.

It's been 6-months and the two of you have been so careful. Isagi is mostly careful for your sake. He's told you more than once that he doesn't care who knows, even if it's Rin.

But you know your brother, and how fucking deranged he tends to be about stuff like this. So you've been sneaking around, doing home-dates or long-drives to avoid things that are too public and it's worked. You've been extra careful when you bring Isagi home - usually choosing to stay at his place.

Rin isn't supposed to be here. He went on a daytrip with his team for some photoshoot and was supposed to be home tomorrow. Sae was supposed to be in the gym. Now they're both at home, and Isagi is sitting in your bed while you're covered in hickies.

And you have not the slightest fucking idea how you're going to get him the hell out without being caught.

"I'm worried Rin-nii is going to fist-fight you." You say sincerely. Isagi laughs.

"I forgot he almost got into with Shidou. And Sae."

You sigh a deep sigh as Isagi rubs a circle into your back.

"I love you," You say with another frown.

"I love you too. Stop worrying so much. It'll be fine."

"You're only saying that because you don't know how much Rin lectured me about you specifically."

"Me specifically? Seriously? Am I that much of a villain to that guy?"

You laugh a little wetly "Yeah, kinda."

"Damn. Tough crowd.'

You both sit together in silence for a minute before sighing.

"Do you think I should enlist Sae-niis help?"

Isagi gives you a confused look. "I thought he didn't know?"

"I never told him but," You shrug sheepishly "Pretty sure he figured it out."

Isagi gives you a little kiss on the cheek "If you trust him, I trust him. We don't talk much but he seems cool to me."

You nod a little before grabbing your phone from next to Isagi - pulling back as you look for Sae's contact.

(sent 11:34am) : my beloved flesh and blood you know i love you with my whole heart yes.

from sae-nii (sent 11:34am) : how much money do you need? (sent 11:34 am) : no no its not that this time.

(sent 11:35 am) : uhm. isagi is in my room. and i need to sneak him out so rin doesn't see. help me. please please please. from sae-nii (sent 11:38 am) : ... you're such an idiot.

from sae-nii (sent 11:39am) : ill distract him. come down in 5 minutes exactly. and don't do this stupid shit again. im not helping you next time. (sent 11:40 am) : thank u i love you ur the best ever. favorite midfielder in the world.

You moan a sigh of relief as you drop your head onto Isagi's shoulder.

"Sae-nii is helping us. We're saved. Didn't even ask about anything."

"We'll have to make it up to him sometime." Isagi offers. You nod emphatically. You're sure he's going to interrogate you later but it won't be nearly as bad.

"We only have 5 minutes. I'll help you get your stuff."

"Thanks baby."

In 5 minutes, you help Isagi get dressed, pack of his stuff in the drawstring bag he brought with him, and give him a few kisses goodbye. You get a text at 11:44 on the dot saying Rin will be distracted for a little and to head down.

Your door creeks as you poke your head down, looking both ways before opening it completely and letting Isagi out. He does the same gesture as the two of you quietly make your down the stairs, Isagi's hand in yours as you trail behind him.

When you're finally downstairs, Sae is waiting at the end of the steps with a very unimpressed expression. You give him a look of gratitude, and he merely shakes his head. You're feeling especially lucky today.

Isagi comes all the way down and you stand next to him. Sae puts a hand on his shoulder and leans in.

"I called an Uber. It'll be waiting at the 7/11 on the corner..." A slight pause "Treat her well or I'll ruin your entire career."

Isagi swallows awkwardly.

"Y-yeah, of course."

Sae gives a satisfied nod before looking at you "I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, got it. Thank you nii-san." You reply. He softens before shaking his head.

"Go say your goodbyes outside. The Uber will be there soon and he still has to walk down there."

You usher Isagi outside, mouthing one last thank you to your brother before gently shutting the door behind you. Finally at your front door, you get a good look at your boyfriend under the early morning sun.

You give him a long hug, squeezing him tight as the wind passes by. He returns to the gesture, smiling in a goofy way as he pulls away from you.

"Stop looking so sad, baby." He reaches for you, cupping your cheek in his palm as he rubs his thumb underneath your eyes "I'll see you again soon, yeah."

You nod. You really don't want to part with him. Strangely the whole fiasco is only making you feel more fond. You hum, then sigh - giggling a bit.

"Mm, okay. Thanks for being you. Sorry your in-laws are insane."

"In-laws? Oh, am I getting proposed to first? That won't do."

"Stop that, I'm kidding."

"I'm not," He says with a light laugh "Let me win the World Cup first once though." He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your ring finger and feeling for the size. You flush.

"Stop being so romantic and go home."

He laughs a little again, kissing your hairline and temple before kissing you once on the lips.

"Message received. I'll text you. Love you. Bye baby."

"Bye,"

You part with one last kiss, watching as Isagi walks down the sidewalk and disappears around the corner without looking back. A wave of relief passes over you but you'd soon find out how short-lived the moment would truly be.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

from sae-nii ( sent 11:57 am) : i tried to keep him from going outside but he..

The message cuts off as a sense of dread fills your stomach. You turn around slowly only to see Rin at the window, fuming.

Oh, you're so absolutely screwed.

__

AFTERMATH.

Isagi slides into the Uber with a heavy sigh, before sliding his phone open. A flood of messages awaits him all from the same time. Some from you opening with an apology - more from Rin that are a variety of threats.

He starts laughing in the back of the Uber, barely able to contain himself.

from evil twin (sent 11:56 am) : im gonna fucking murder you.

from evil twin (sent 11:56 am) : i already told her. no you especially. im gonna fucking flay you as soon as i see you.

Isagi laughs as he types back a reply, shutting his phone after putting his airpods in and playing music.

sent 12:08 pm : looking forward to family dinner otouto

[thefiery-phoenix]

COMING HOME INJURED

You had some hero work to do and you had to take care of some villains. You got yourself injured pretty bad and you have no idea what's in store after you come home. Jump RIGHT in to see how your yanderes would react to you getting injured

Bakugou: Blood poured from your lip and dribbled down your chin and you felt like you had broken a dew ribs. You pushed open the front door, almost ready to faint inside when you suddenly heard an angry voice thundering at you from the kitchen

''Y/N, where the HELL have you been?'' yelled Bakugou angrily. You didn't bother answering him at first since you kind of felt dizzy and you had to sit on the sofa to regain a bit of your consciousness, but you thought that a little nap wouldn't hurt either 

Katsuki looked how badly you were beat up, body littered in bruises, blood gushing from different parts of your body as you struggled to keep your eyes open, you looked like you were dead on your feet

His teeth grinded as he struggled to caress your cheek as tenderly as possible. Hot, fiery rage lit up the pit of his stomach, almost travelling to his hands before he stopped himself from exploding just next to your face

He was beyond PISSED, he was LIVID and FURIOUS at YOU for getting into this mess at the man who thought he could live after doing such a thing. And angry at himself for never trusting his gut and locking you away for good to keep you safe and protect you 

"I'll kill whoever did this to you! I swear, even if it takes me my life'' 

Becomes REALLY clingy to you after this incident and soon kidnaps you (no surprises there)

Shoto: He could only watch horrified and looking shell shocked, like a fish out of water as you stumbled in with a black eye and limped with an almost fractured leg

Went INSANE with worry as soon as he saw you in this state

After five minutes of him checking every inch of your body for more damage, he finally leaves and returns with a cup of steaming something

He looks like Satan spawn as he asks you, ''Who. did . THIS!?'' 

''No worries, the pros have already arrested him'' you replied calmly slightly wincing at the pain

This precious bby makes sure to massage you and makes you feel comfy and safe. He tries to make your pain go away 

"Okay. Fine. I'll let it go. But please be more careful next time."

That night, he glares at the ceiling, unable to sleep thinking about that no good scumbag who hurt the love of his life (aka YOU)

With his amount of money and fame, he quickly made a small visit to the place where the villain was detained. He bribed the people there and threatened them not to say anything as he murdered the villain who hurt you and threw his remains over a bridge into a gushing river. When he finally returned home, you didn't even stir once as he showered off the scumbag's touch and returned to his place in your arms with dripping hair

 "Shh, go back to sleep, YN." And you did, ever so safe with Todoroki at your side Because with him, nobody would dare to hurt you again

Deku: The second you walk through the door, Deku's at your side, ushering you into the bathroom. With a washcloth, he wipes the dirt from your face and neck, stopping every few seconds to stare at the finger-shaped bruises on the skin

"I should have been there, YN." His teeth grit in frustration and his hands ball up into fists. "I should have kept you safe." 

Starts mumbling how useless he is and how its all his fault for not protecting you and what a failure of a hero he is (aww... poor baby)

You assure him that it isn't HIS fault and tell him everything will be all right. "You're wrong, YN. I should have been there. It's my responsibility to keep you safe."

After he finishes treating your wounds, he makes your favorite food and he cuddles you to sleep, slowly stroking your hair as he whispers praises in your ear for being so brave, but part of him inclined him to kidnap you so you won't have to get hurt like this ever again

Soon, like Todoroki, he quickly got rid of that villain who hurt you so badly and started making preparations of your new lives together as he watched you sleep in bliss, humming peacefully.....

[lou-struck]

Last Minute Costume

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Flufftober Day 5: Last Minute Costume

W.C. 1.6k

~ The Agency Halloween party is only an hour away, and Tamaki doesn't have a costume, or does he?

Today's the day.

Tamaki's Agency is hosting their annual Halloween party and you have been planning out your costume all year. The day passes by slowly, like a watched pot of water on the stove.

All day long, your eagerness has been boiling to the surface leading up to this very moment. 

Hidden in the back of your shared closet lies your costume, a slightly promiscuous Sun Eater outfit that you were able to procure from your boyfriend's very own costume designer for the occasion. 

You latch the large white cape around your neck with child-like enthusiasm. You have kept this little surprise a secret from Tamaki for so long; it's been killing you. 

Tamaki has always been an observant one; he knows you well, and hiding things from him is a near-impossible task. You have been so afraid that he would notice your lackluster poker face you haven't dared to mention the party, or costumes, or anything about Halloween in general, so you didn't give anything away. 

You look at your clock. The pointy-eared Pro Hero should be home any minute now. He had a morning patrol and spent the rest of the work day filling out paperwork in the undisturbed quiet of his office, where he could unwind and hide from the prying eyes of the public. 

You add the finishing touches to your costume just as you hear the front door open; the tired steps of your hero echo through the home as you creep across the carpet to hide in the bathroom so you can hide your costumed form for just a bit longer.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" he asks, his voice growing louder with each step he takes.

"In the bathroom getting ready," you respond, fiddling with the silver lock on the door handle, "I'll be out in a minute."

You hear his heavy steps come into the bedroom until the mattress springs creak as he flops down on the plush duvet and lets out a tired little groan. At first, you open the door just a sliver, but when you see him sprawled out on the bed, his handsome face hidden in one of the decorative pillows, you open it fully.

"Tired Tama?" you ask, sitting down on the edge of the mattress and softly playing gently with the indigo hairs on the back of his neck. 

"Yeah, it was a long day, and people kept talking to me when I was trying to get stuff done," he mumbles. "How long till we have to leave for the party?"

"You still want to go?" you ask bewilderedly. You know his tendencies well, and if he really wasn't feeling it, you were going to leave it there and have a wonderfully comfortable night in with him.

Through the pillow, he snorts sarcastically. "You know I never want to go to a party, but-" he lifts his head and catches a glimpse of you in your costume. His eyes widen, and his cheeks turn a flushed crimson. "I-is that my costume?" 

His flustered stuttering fills you with confidence as you get to your feet to show him the whole piece. "Surprise, how do you like it?"

"L-love it," he says, deep indigo eyes never leave your form as he gets to his feet on shaky legs.

"Now I want to see your costume," you giggle, swishing your cape around.

All the lovestruck color drains from his face as his now panicked eyes dart around the room nervously. "I never got a costume."

"What do you mean you don't have a costume?" you ask as the reality of the situation hits you like one of those stupid tech trucks that have been blowing up your social media pages. 

"I-I guess I forgot; things have been so busy that buying a costume never crossed my mind." He slouches down onto the edge of the bed and puts his head in his hands. "If I show up to the party without a costume, I'll be putting a target on my back at work."

"What about last year's costume?" you muse; although you may only be dressed as a hero, tonight you will have to be one for Tamaki.

He pales, "I had to toss it after Kirishima got sick on it after he beat the keg stand record." What are we going to do?"

"Let me think, uhhh." your brain is going a million miles a second as you try to think of something, anything in your house, that Tamaki can use for a Halloween costume. "What about your hero suit? It's basic but at least we could be matching."

"Can't; I had to chase a villain into the sewers this morning, and it reeks." he wrinkles his nose in disgust. "I'm screwed; I just wanna curl up into a ball and cry."

"We don't have to go," you say, sitting down next to him. "We could just stay in tonight, get all cozy, order some takoyaki from that place you like." In all honesty, staying in wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Tamaki is getting really good at doing tricks with the tentacles he's been manifesting. The last time he tried, he nearly completed Rubik's Cube until the section cups started pulling all the stickers off. 

Wait…

"What about using your quirk?" You ask, thinking of all the possibilities at his disposal. With his quirk, he can manifest just about anything he consumes and he always has a few extra 'snacks' stored away for emergencies.

"My quirk?" he asks confused.

"Yeah, you could use it to make yourself an eleventh-hour costume," you say thoughtfully; frankly, you have no clue what kind of snacks he has, but something will be better than nothing. "You could be a centaur; that would be really cool."

He shakes his head. "A costume like that would attract too much attention for me. Not to mention, I would have to eat a lot before the party to keep it up for that long."

"I see; then, what do you have that you could keep up for a few hours that isn't too big?"

He walks over to where he keeps his dried food stores and removes a few pouches from the box, each one is marked with little metal charms on the drawstrings. "Here's what I have, but I don't want to do anything too embarrassing."

"What's that one?" you ask, pointing to a little pouch with a charm you cannot quite make out in the light. He opens it hesitantly and breaks off a small piece of the jerky, popping it into his mouth. 

"Snake jerky," he says as vermillion scales begin to materialize around his face as he activates his quirk. "I think it looks pretty cool sometimes."

"You always look cool, Tama," you say, gently touching the smooth scales; the contrast in temperature between them and his flushed skin tingles your fingertips. "You could dress as a snake…guy…thing…" you try your best to sound convincing, but your inspiration has run dry when facing the ticking clock.

"Maybe I should try something else," he muses, reaching out for another bag. He holds this one up to the light. "Venison."

Ripping off a piece of the dried meat he put it in his mouth and chews. Two large bourbon-colored antlers sprout from his rich indigo-colored hair. The points growing every which way making him look magnificent, almost mythical.

"That's amazing," you say, reaching out to touch the end of the antler. The velvet tickles your fingers, but the sharp point pricks your finger, and you pull it away. 

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asks worriedly. 

"No, it was just sharper than I thought it would be," you say, glancing down at the scratch.

"I-it's too dangerous," he says with a deep blush on his face. "I can't go out like this, I can't go out like this, I'll take someone's eye out."

The antlers disappear, and you look down at the other bags. "What else do you have?"

He reaches over and grabs another bag, and you see the intention in his eyes, "this would work," he murmurs,  giving you an almost excited smile. "Stay there, I think I know what I can do for a costume tonight."

He takes the pouch and disappears into the very bathroom you had been hiding in just minutes ago. "Tama, what did you grab?" you ask

"It's a surprise," he says back, and you cross your arms and pout like a hypocrite. Your costume may have been a secret, but in your experience, procrastination should not allow secrecy.

A moment later, he emerges from the bathroom, dressed quite dapperly in black dress pants and a black undershirt. As good as he looks, you scan his face for any sign of his quirk but see nothing. "What's your costume?" 

He grins and steps into the room; suddenly, two black horns emerge from his head. They're small, but the intentional placement clues you in on his costume, a suave demon. But judging by his closed posture and unconfident gate, he needs a bit of convincing.

"How do I look?" he asks, looking at you hopefully. "Do you think this would work?"

"It's perfect, Tama," you smile, "You make a very handsome demon, but if we don't get a move on, I'll be the only one who gets to appreciate it."

Your reassurance is what he needs to relax a bit as he gives you a grin worthy of a demon. "Would that really be so bad?" 

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @ambiguouslady42

[lunarspiral1127]

So, I watched the first two episodes of X-Men 97 and here are my thoughts.

*SPOILERS*

Pros:

Morph got to do some more cool stuff during the fight scenes.

Gambit in a crop top....what? He's hot and a bad@$$.

Speaking of Gambit, he and Rogue have a lot of scenes together, which is great. I do ship them together, and I just want them to be together already.

I freaking love Storm in this. She's one of my favorite X-Men characters. Her voice after killed it again, we see her leadership and compassion as a team and family member, and she's still a freaking bad@$$. She turned some patches of sand into glass with her lightning!! However, something happens to her which I'll get to in a sec.

Magneto's UN trial. It was well done, and Magneto's speeches were pretty good. Then there's what he did after X-Cutioner tried to shoot him. Like, what the hell, show? Are you trying to make me switch to Team Magneto? Seriously, he was really good so far in the show.

Cons:

Now, I'm never a fan of love triangles unless done right. It was bad enough that we still have that with Jean, Cyclops, and Wolverine (especially since Wolverine and Jean is one-sided), which I thought Logan moved on from that but I guess not, we may get another one with Gambit, Rogue, and MAGNETO! Okay, look, I get the Rogue and Magneto thing was in the comics, but since when was that ever established in the animated series?! I never recalled anything going on between the two in the 90s show nor were there any signs of them used to being an item. If this was to give tension for the Rogue/Gambit romance, there are other ways of doing that. Yeah, it was just confusing and weird to me.

Storm losing her powers. This is gonna be a con for now cause I know she'll get her powers back somehow. But seeing her get shot and losing her powers made me lose my s**t cause how dare you do that to her?! Man, I was hoping Magneto was gonna kill X-Cutioner, and frankly, I wouldn't blame him if he did. Not after what he did to Storm. It sucks even more when you got to see how great she is as coleader, sister, and teammate.

And, now, the questions

Is it gonna be explained why Morph has the changeling look instead of his old one from the previous show?

When did Bishop come back? I like him, but I thought he went back to his timeline.

Was expecting Madeline Pryer to show up, but which one is she? Was there a switcheroo and if so, when did that happen?

Does Magneto have an ulterior motive?

When the hell was Magneto and Rogue a thing in the show?!

Will Logan ever move on from Jean?

Why Sunspot and Jubilee? Cause I wasn't feeling it. Dunno why, maybe it's because of how the Sunspot character acts cause I didn't like him much. Also, was that it from the character?

Why doesn't Rogue take one of those collars to nullify her powers so she can be able to touch someone without harming them?

And, that's all I can think of at the top of my head. Liking the show so far. Hopefully, it doesn't fumble.

[moonsbypadfoot]

can you make another theo nott headcanons?? <3

I do not have anything specific in mind but make it angsty?? I guess

also I made the text small so it'll fit your blog's aesthetic <3 ❤️‍🩹

obviously I can make another theo headcanon 🪼

Theodore headcanons | pt. 2 🩶

(I think I'm dyslexic, so please excuse any typos)

+ kind of an x y/n?? , second pov, longer than the last one

for the little woman fans!

🩶

theo draws like a pro but then complain of how 'cattivo' (which you haven't figured out what it meant yet) his drawing is, even though it is beautiful?? Like what??

theo tries to speak as if he's in an Shakespeare book and his friends (Draco, and mattheo) would laugh at him at how ridiculous it sounds because they don't understand him plus, his accent makes it more confusing

after his friends laughed at him, he would get all grumpy and sad. that's where you hopped in.

"theo, what's wrong? " You scrunched your face. "Theo? " you said, once more, but the boy didn't even move a muscle.

I forgot to tell you, when he's grumpy, he gives everyone the silent treatment.

but, you're an exception.

"theodore, what happened? " You sighed, looking down at Theo, who's head was on the table.

"nothing is wrong" Theo scoffed.

also, he doesn't want to bother you, that's why he tends to lie sometimes.

"something is wrong, look at you! " You said, softly touching his hair, trying to make him look at you.

"fine" he pauses "something is bothering me" he rolls his eyes.

"well what is it? " you gave a small smile, after finally convincing him to tell you.

"can you teach me english? "

at that second you swear that you could laugh "Theo? What? You're speaking English right now! " You chuckled

bad mistake ; he got more grumppier.

he gave you a nasty 'mhm' and lays his head back on the table.

"hey I was just joking, but, nonetheless, you're already good at English"

"see? you know when to put 'nonrtheless', I don't even know what that means! "

The next day, you took him book shopping (for everyone's sake, everyone knows a grumpy Theo isn't a good Theo), and you paid for him

Instantly his mood was better, and he took you to drink at the three broomsticks.

theo keeps smiling and looking at the totebag you crocheted for his 14th birthday. inside was the books you got him.

(he was most excited for little women)

theo paid for the butterbeers you both drank.

after that, it became your weekly thing to go to the three broomsticks every Sunday.

theo also starts to call you 'amore mio', but whenever another boy calls you 'love' he immediately assumes things.

at valentines day, he was weirdly quiet, until he suddenly came to you

"y/n" Theo said, not looking directly at your eyes. "yes, Theo? "

"that's for you" theo sighs.

you gave him a big smile, and hugged him, though, he didn't look very happy.

It wasn't a secret that Theo has a big crush for you, well, lorenzo kinda spoiled that for you,

(talking with enzo, 4 months before valentines)

"I may know a guy who likes you" Lorenzo said, all giggly. You gasped. "Tell me who it is! "

"No I can't! " Lorenzo laughs.

"I swear I'll kill-" He cuts you off, "okay, okay fine! But you cannot tell him nor anyone that I've told you this"

he paused for a second. "it's Theo!! "

It also wasn't a secret that you like him, Lorenzo also spoiled that for him

(2 days before valentines)

"Theo, I need you to do a favor for me"

"What? " Theo groans, dog-earring his little women book.

"You need to make a move on your girl" Lorenzo said, making Theo scoff the second he hears that. "hey, she likes you! "

"Ridiculous" Theo said, opening his book again.

"I will, and you must hear me. It's no use, Jo, we've got to have it out, and the sooner the better for both of us," he answered, getting flushed and excited all at once. "Say what you like then. I'll listen," said Jo, with a desperate sort of patience. theodore was a young lover, but he was in earnest, and meant to 'have it out', if he died in the attempt, so he plunged into the subject with characteristic impetuousity, saying in a voice that would get choky now and then, in spite of manful efforts to keep it steady... "I've loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, couldn't help it, you've been so good to me. I've tried to show it, but you wouldn't let me. Now I'm going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can't go on so any longer."

After he read that, he realized that if he waits anymore longer you and him wouldn't work out just like theodore Laurence and josephine march.

"Maybe you're right, Enzo, maybe I need to make a move" He said, which made enzo confused but, he was happy either way.

well long story short, that was the start of your lovely relationship.

the whole reason you two got together was because of a book and you think it's absolutely beautiful and poetic 🩷🪼

[https-milo]

Family Man

Summary: Dabi meets the love of his life and leaves the LoV to care for her and their new baby

m. list / inspired by this post of mine B)

TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF • no one is dead >:( • OOC Dabi, sue me!

Being a parent was always something I dreamed about. When I was little, I used to imagine meeting the man of my dreams and starting a family with him as soon as possible. But with every failed relationship I seemed to have, my hopes that would happen diminished. I was walking home from the hospital I work at when I stumbled across a man with a long black coat and a scarred face. He had black hair and piercings and it looked like his scars had staples where they met the non-scarred skin. He was hunched over and clutching his stomach. I wearily approached him.

"Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly. The sound of my voice made his head shoot up, he looked my straight in my eyes. My [eye color] eyes met his icy blue ones.

"Obviously not," He replied through gritted teeth.

"I can help you, the hospital isn't too far-" he cut me off.

"I can't go to the hospital," He said.

"Why not?" I asked

"Just help me out and maybe I'll tell you afterward," He answered. I nodded and walked over to him.

"Here, I can help you walk. I'll take you to my house, it's not that far from here," I said with a smile. The man rolled his eyes at me and supported himself using my shoulder. We stumbled up a few blocks to my apartment building. It was a cheap place and looked run down, but the quality wasn't horrible. I couldn't complain.

"What happened?" I asked. We were now in my apartment and I had the stranger sitting on one of my kitchen chairs.

"I got stabbed. The fucker got me good too," the man replied.

"Can you uh... Take your shirt off?" I asked. The man smirked a bit at my awkwardness.

"Sure," He replied. He took off his jacket and shirt tauntingly slow. He never gave up eye contact either. He was well built and muscular. He had scars on his stomach that matched his face. A weird part of me found it attractive. But I quickly shook that thought and began working. I looked at the wound and my quirk told me everything I need to know.

My quirk was basically an X-ray without all the machines, and it gave me a description of the wound with what caused it. "You're lucky, if you were stabbed one inch to the right, it would've hit your intestines," I explained.

"How do you know? You haven't even touched me," he asked.

I hummed, "My quirk. Wasn't fit to be a pro, so I became a doctor." I walked away to grab a needle and thread to stitch him. "What's your deal? Are you in a gang or something?"

He hesitated, "You could say that."

I nodded, "Ah ok. At least you weren't some random civilian that got stabbed then."

"What? You think I deserved to be stabbed?" He asked.

"That's not what I meant. No one 'deserves' to be stabbed. I'm just saying crime has been on the rise and I'd hate it if someone defenseless got stabbed. But since you're in a sorta-gang or whatever, then you can handle yourself," I explained.

He scoffed, "Whatever. I kill people, you know. I could kill you right now."

I shrugged, "Doesn't matter. My job is helping the sick and injured, not persecuting them. And done. There, all stitched up and not bleeding."

"What already?" He asked. "I didn't even feel you start."

"Just another part of my quirk. When someone who's hurt talks to me, it gives the same effect painkillers would. Pretty nifty, huh?" I explained. "I'm Y/N by the way. If you're ever injured again, you can stop by. I usually get off work around 10 PM and go in at 8 AM."

"Dabi. I'll keep you to that offer," He simply said before putting his clothes back on and leaving.

"Take care, be safe," I said as I closed the door.

The second time I saw him it was midnight and there were loud knocks at my door. Hurriedly, I rushed to the door and opened it. Dabi was there with a teenage girl in his arms. "I didn't know where else to go," he said. "Please."

"Don't just stand there! Put her on the counter!" I instructed. I pushed everything that was on my counter to the floor to make room for the girl. Dabi gently placed her down and I scanned her body. She had 2 stab wounds on her lower stomach and large lacerations on her arms and legs. "Who did this? What happened? Try waking her up, I need her to speak to me so she doesn't feel any pain."

"We were trying to get more recruits for our group. Apparently we messed with the wrong gang. They went crazy and started attacking us," Dabi explained. He tapped the girls face and gently woke her up.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"Hi, I'm Y/n and I'm going to help you out, okay? Can you tell me about yourself?" I was cleaning the cuts on her arm first. I couldn't start stitching the stab wounds until she was awake and speaking to me.

"My name is Himiko Toga. It's nice to meet you," she answered. I wrapped her arm with bandages and moved to her legs.

"Hi, sweetie. How old are you?" I asked. She was starting to get more awake and that's all I needed.

"I'm 16, how old are you?"

"I'm 22, do you feel any pain?"

She looked at her bloodied badge wildly, "No-no but I'm sure I should? I'm bleeding!"

"Don't worry, it's just my quirk. You're gonna be okay. Dabi, can you dress this real quick? I want to stitch her quickly before she loses too much blood," I asked.

Dabi nodded and grabbed the bandages from my hand. He wrapped her leg wounds as I started to stitch the first stab wound on her stomach. "I need you to keep talking to me, okay? It can be anything, just keep talking," I said. Himiko nodded.

"Well I saw this really cute kitten! It was adorable! It was so small. It was gray with brown spots! I'm gushing just thinking about it! While me and patchwork were on our mission, one of the gang members looked soooo cute! Her hair was really pretty. Almost as pretty as yours! You're really pretty, by the way. I bet you'd look even cuter if you bled a little!~"

"Done! And thank you for the compliments, but I'm not really a big fan of bleeding. Would you like a change of clothes? I can grab something of mine real quick," I offered. Himiko nodded and sat up. I left the room and went to my closet. I tried taking her clothes into account for what she'd like. I settled for a white skirt and pink cardigan with a white undershirt. Just as I was about to walk back into my kitchen, I heard the two talking.

"She's super pretty, and nice! You should totallyyy try getting with her~," Himiko said.

Dabi scoffed, "As if she'd like someone like me. Incase you forgot, we kill people for a living. She saves them. As pretty and nice as she is, no one can look past that fact."

"Ooo so you totally would if the circumstances were different!!"

Dabi shrugged, "Who wouldn't?"

I walk over to them and hand Himiko the clothes. "Here you go, hon. You can go change in my bathroom, it's the first door down the hallway." Himiko nodded and walked to my bathroom to change. I turned to face Dabi. "You okay? Any wounds?"

He shrugged, "None that are too deep."

"I can dress them if you want. I'd rather they didn't get infected," I said. He rolled his eyes but didn't stop me from pushing him into a chair. He had some scratches on his face I hadn't noticed before, along with surface-level gashes on his arm.

"Why do you even care?" He asked. I was cleaning the blood from his cheek. Our faces were only centimeters apart. I looked into his eyes and blushed wildly.

"Everyone deserves to have someone who cares. I'm here to take care of you whenever you need me," I replied kindly. He scoffed.

"I don't deserve this," He said.

"Why not?"

He hesitated, feelings were something he obviously wasn't good with. "You're too nice. And I'm... me."

"I'm not 'too nice'," I replied. "I just... do what I can. Everyone deserves someone in their corner. And, even if I don't support what you do, I'm here for you and whoever else needs my help."

I was done bandaging him and Himiko came out of the bathroom. "I'm ready! Do I look cute?~"

"The cutest girl in the whole world," I replied happily.

"Thank you!" Himiko replied. She jumped into my arms and squeezed me. "Can I have your number? I need more girls in my life."

"Sure, do you have your phone?" I asked.

"Yep! Right here!" She pulled her phone out and handed it to me. I put my contact in and handed it back.

"Feel free to come over whenever. You don't need to be injured to hang out," I said to Himiko. I turned to Dabi, "That goes to you too."

He scoffed, "Yeah, whatever. C'mon, crazy."

He and Himiko left my house. "Take care, be safe," I said to them as I closed the door.

I was walking to my apartment when I saw Dabi standing outside my door. It had been 2 months since we first met. In those two months, he was consistently coming over. I noticed with each time he was less hurt. "Dabi? What's up? You okay?" I doted. I scanned over his body and saw no injuries.

He sighed, "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just... I don't know. I can leave if you want."

"What? No, of course not. Come in," I replied. I unlocked my door and let him in. "I was just about to make some dinner."

"What're you gonna make?" He asked.

I rubbed my neck sheepishly, "I was going to make some ramen. Sorry, if I knew you were coming, I would've prepared something."

He just shrugged, "You work long shifts, I don't mind. As long as I'm with you."

I flushed. "You don't mean that."

"Why wouldn't I?" Dabi asked. "You... you're good to be around. I don't know... You... You're safe."

I smiled brightly, "Well, I enjoy being around you too." I finished our ramen bowls and brought them to the living room. I placed the two bowls on the coffee table. I sat down and Dabi sat beside me. Even though the couch was medium-sized and there was way more room, we were shoulder to shoulder. I handed him the remote. "Put on whatever you want."

He nodded and put on a random horror movie. "So, what'd you do today?" He asked.

"Hmm. Well, I went home early because we were double-staffed so they sent me home. Which is so stupid? Like I literally have the x-ray and painkillers built into me. And, get this, my replacement was some girl whose quirk is growing hair. Not to quirk shame, but c'mon!" I complained. "I'm not too shocked though, my manager hates me. We used to have a fling but I broke up with him because he cheated on me. And he's not over me?! Ugh, boys are so stupid. No offense."

Dabi hummed in acknowledgment, "Sounds rough."

I sighed, "Yeah. But it's ok. You're here now. What did you do today?"

"Normal league things. I got into an argument with our leader. I couldn't stand being with him. I wasn't sure where else to go, so I came here," Dabi explained.

"You're always welcome here, you know," I said.

He hesitated. "Yeah. I know."

I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke up with my head on Dabi's shoulder and his head on mine. I blushed wildly. I lightly pushed him off of me and let him lay down fully on the couch. I grabbed a blanket and draped it over him. It was 7 am and I had to work in an hour, so I decided to make a small breakfast. I got instant pancake mix and made a couple pancakes for Dabi when he woke up. I made a few extra on a separate plate for Himiko if he saw her today. I wrote a note for him.

We fell asleep watching the movie last night whoops :,) I made you some pancakes and there should be a few extra for Himiko if you see her today (but if youre extra hungry, feel free to eat them all!! I didn't tell her about them ;) ) visit me again sometime? I enjoyed your company <3

- Y/N

Dabi has been visiting me everyday for the past two weeks. He always came around 11 PM and stayed until 2 AM. Usually, though, we'd fall asleep on the couch. It was weirdly domestic. Whenever I heard his knock at my door, a feeling of unbeatable happiness overcame me. When he walked in, it felt different. I wasn't sure how or why, but something wasn't right.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I did a scan and he had no injuries, which made me even more confused.

"My boss wants to know who I keep sneaking off to see," Dabi said. He rubbed his neck. "He wants to meet you. Everyone does."

"Oh, ok. That's fine. Um they're not gonna like... Hurt me right?"

Dabi's eyes widened. "No. And if they try anything, I have you."

I sighed, "Okay. So like... Right now... Orrrrrr?"

He nodded, "Right now preferably."

"Ok, let me just change out of my pajamas," I said. He nodded and sat on my couch. He made himself at home as he always did. I put on sweatpants and a T-shirt. It wasn't too cold outside so I wasn't worried. I put on my sneakers and walked over to Dabi. "Ready?" He nodded and we left my apartment.

It was a 10 minute walk to his base. In that time he was growing more and more anxious. We were just outside the entrance when I stopped him. "Are you okay? Like seriously, what's up?" I placed my hands on his arms to stop him from moving.

"It's nothing. It's stupid," He said.

"it's not stupid if it's affecting you," I replied.

He sighed. "It's just... God this is pathetic... I just don't want you to like them more... than... you... like... me..." He hesitated on his words as he went on.

I giggled but hid it behind one of my hands. "You're jealous! That's so cute."

He scoffed, "Yeah, yeah. Adorable." He refused to meet my eyes. But I grabbed his face and gently tilted it down to look at me.

"You don't have to worry. I'm not gonna leave you," I said. His eyes lightened and he sighed.

"Whatever. Let's just meet them," He replied. I nodded and he grabbed my hand to lead me inside. Immediately, Himiko jumped in my arms.

"Y/n-channnn!~" She cheered as she spun us around.

"Himi-chan!" I greeted back. "How are you?"

"I'm good! Did you get the cat picture I sent you?" She asked.

"Yes! He was so cute! Did you see the makeup look I sent you?"

"Yesss!! You looked so cute! I loved the red, it almost looked like blood!~"

"I knew you'd like it! That's why I did it!" I giggled. The two of us were holding hands and excitedly talking. Unbeknownst to me, Dabi was talking with a guy with light blue hair; their boss.

"This is the girl you've been meeting?" He asked.

"Yeah. She's something, isn't she?" He had a faint, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. Shigaraki cleared his throat and I turned my attention to him. I forgot about everyone else I was meeting, I was just really happy to see Himiko.

"I'm so sorry! It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/n L/n," I introduced. I extended a hand out to their boss, but Dabi pushed it down. I spared him a confused glance before looking back at the boss.

"Shigaraki. Dabi has told us a lot about you," He said.

"All good things, I hope?" I joked lightly. Shigaraki just hummed. I turned to the rest of the League. They were all in their villain outfits. One of them had a full body suit on with the mask being half grey and half black. One of them wore a full suit; the button-up was orange-red and he had a top hat with a mask on. Another was a lizard with purple hair and a red torn up scarf, something that obviously drew inspiration from Stain: The Hero Killer. And the final man was... made of gas? He was purple and black and sort of looked like a weird cloud.

"it's nice to meet you guys as well," I said with a wave. The man in the body suit approached me, and looked me up and down before jumping excitedly.

"Oh it's gonna be so fun to have someone new around!" He said. Then his personality completely shifted. "No it won't. Yes it will. No. Yes."

I just kinda stared at him awkwardly. I looked to Dabi for some help and he pulled me away from him. "That's Twice," he introduced. "He's a little crazy." I nodded.

"No problem! I was just a little concerned," I replied. The lizard man grabbed my attention.

"I'm Spinner. Hey, do you happen to know who the Hero Killer is?"

"I know of him, yeah," I shrugged.

"Do you agree with him?" Spinner asked.

"Well, I think there are a lot of fake heroes but like I don't think anyone deserves to die. I see a lot of people close to death with my job, and each time it doesn't get any easier," I answered.

"You do know who you're talking to right?" The top hat wearing one asked.

"Yeah, you know we kill people, right?" Shigaraki asked.

"Yeah I know. I don't support it. But, my job isn't persecuting criminals; it's helping people. So, even if I could never do what you guys do, I don't hate you or think lowly of you," I explained.

Shigaraki approached me, he placed four fingers on my shoulder and Dabi tensed. "What are you doing?" He asked.

Shigaraki smirked, "What makes you trust us? We could kill you right now."

I showed no fear. I looked him in his eyes. His red ones met my own. "I don't trust you. Nothing is stopping you from killing me. But... I don't think Dabi would walk me into a situation he knew I wouldn't leave from. I trust him and Himiko."

Shigaraki scoffed, his grip on my shoulder tightened. His index finger, which he was keeping off my shoulder, was inching closer and closer slowly. It was as if he wanted a reaction from me or someone else. I was about to say something when Dabi shoved him away from me.

"Quit it, will you?" He said gruffly, clearly annoyed. "You're lucky I even dragged her here to meet your ugly ass."

"Going soft, Dabi?" Shigaraki asked. Dabi didn't answer. He just grabbed my hand and we walked back to my apartment. His hand never left mine.

When we got home and the door was shut, he looked me up and down - as if trying to find an injury. I recognized the habit as one of my own whenever he was at my door. "Hey I'm okay," I reassured.

"The... The reason they wanted to meet you was because I've been talking about you. A lot," he said with a sigh as he lazed about on my couch. I joined him and sat curled up on his chest. These past few months have been the best of my life. He, despite being a serial killer, was safe.

"And what do you tell them?" I ask.

"I tell them I want to be with you," he admits. I could tell it wasn't easy as he hesitated on his words and his heartbeat quickened. I looked up at him.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's not going to be... easy liking me and I get it if you don't like me like that. Except, I might have to kill you cause this is too embarrassing to not kill over." Now, normally if a mass murderer says something like this, I'd be concerned. But Dabi said it in a light way. There may have been some truth but I don't think he'd ever kill me... Right?

"Nothing is ever easy. I thought you were cute the minute I saw you shirtless in my kitchen," I joked. "I like you too, Dabi."

He hesitated greatly at my words. "...Touya. My name is Touya."

My eyes widened, "Woah wait what? Dabi isn't your real name?"

He looked at me quizzically. "No?? What kind of name is Dabi for a baby??"

"I don't know! I thought your parents hated you or something!"

"I mean, you could say that. My old man is a piece of shit to put it lightly. I was sick of the way things were going so I... Faked my death and became a villain."

"I'm sorry, Touya. I can't imagine," I said gently. I sat up from his chest and made him look at me. There was something so cute about him, about us. He closed his eyes and placed a hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face closer to his. I closed my eyes as well and our lips connected halfway.

In that moment, we were eternal. Nothing else mattered. The cars that sped down the street and the dogs that barked, all those noises were drowned out simply by the feeling of being so close to someone else. His hands traveled to my waist and he pulled me into his lap. My hand moved from his face to his shoulder to support myself. We disconnected our lips from each other after a minute, taking deep breaths and admiring the other.

"Maybe I am going soft," He mumbles. I didn't hear him though. I was already passed out sitting in his lap.

Two months into dating and Touya practically lives with me. Some of his clothes were in my closet and drawers, I had his favorite foods constantly stocked in my cabinets and fridge, and he even had his own toothbrush in my bathroom. We were sitting on my couch when I got a call from my sister, I looked puzzled and paused our show.

"[Sisters name]? What's up?" I asked. Dabi was about to ask me something but I held a finger up. He scoffed, crossed his arms, and pushed me away dramatically. "You want me to watch your kid..? Um yeah sure! Drop him off at my house." She hung up quickly after the confirmation.

"Who was that?" Dabi asked.

"My sister. We haven't spoken in 2 years and suddenly she has a kid and wants me to babysit? Ugh," I groaned.

He just hummed. "Do you think she's gonna freak out when she sees my face?"

"considering the fact it's on wanted posters; probably," I loving tap his cheek and he rolls his eyes. I was about to move off the couch but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"Do you want kids?" He asked. It was the question I was both dreading and incredibly excited for.

"I would like some, yes. But with work and everything I don't know if I'd be able to," I replied.

"What? Like it's a one person job?" He teased.

I rolled my eyes. "With the people I used to date, I knew it would've been. How about you, Mr. Murder?"

"I used to think starting a family would be out of the picture for me but I don't know if that's the case anymore," he replied simply. He said it so casually I thought I was reading too deep into things.

"Y-you want to to have a family with me?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I don't know who else I'd rather have one with. Besides, we'd make cute babies."

My sister arrived with my nephew. It was our first time meeting and I'm sure it was likely going to be the last. I brought Kam to the living room and introduced him to Touya.

"Kam, this is Touya. Touya, this is Kam," I said.

"Are those real?" Kam asked, pointing at Touya's face.

"My scars?" Touya asked. Kam nodded. "Yeah, bud. They're real. I got into a really bad accident when I was younger. They don't scare you, do they?"

Kam shook his head immediately. "No! They look super cool!"

Touya smiled. "Yeah?"

"Mhm!" Kam replied with an innocent smile on his face. Touya looked at me with a soft smile of his own. He had a look in his eyes as he played and talked to Kam. It was nothing I'd seen before. His eyes were full of fatherly love.

It was around 5 when the three of us were curled up on the couch. My head rested on Touya's chest and Kam sat on Touya's lap. He had protective arms wrapped around us. Kam was already sleeping and I was about to lull off myself, but then Touya started speaking.

"We should have one," He said. "These couple hours have been better than I could've imagined."

"You know it isn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows, right? If we have one it's gonna be a newborn and it'll cry all the time," I replied.

"Do you not want one?"

"I do. I really do. But, I don't want to force you into a commitment you're not ready for. Kids are a handful."

"I know. But... My life has been totally different these past months and it's because of you. Fuck, princess, I don't know what kind of drug you are but I'm addicted. You make me want to be a better person. But I know even if I wasn't, you'd still be there. You're the best damn thing in my life."

"Look at you getting all sappy on me," I teased.

"Forget it then," He scoffed. I rolled my eyes and moved off his chest to look at him in his eyes. I placed a hand on his cheek and and kiss him.

"I'm only teasing. You're the best thing in my life too. Before I met you, I was just in a constant loop. My days would feel the same and my life didn't feel worth it. Even if you're a crazy murderer, you're my crazy murderer."

He sarcastically smiled and rolled his eyes. "I think I'm the more sane one in this relationship."

"Only because I got you started on meds," I shrugged. "If you're serious, we can have a baby."

"Of course I'm serious. I just... Don't want to be like my dad."

"And you're not gonna. I'm not worried about that in the slightest. I can keep you in check."

"Yeah, I know you can, doll," He breathed out a sigh. He looked down at his lap as Kam shifted to get comfortable. His smile met his eyes as he leaned his head against mine.

I woke Touya up with an at-home pregnancy test in my hand. The two lines on it made me feel anxious. I was worried he wouldn't actually want to have a kid, that maybe he just said it to make me feel better. "Touya," I said as I shook him awake.

"Hm? I'm trying to sleep, princess," He groaned into his pillow. By this time, he was fully living in my apartment. I got new pillows and sheets, we painted the walls, and hung up photos of us together. It really felt like a home.

"You might want to wake up," I said. "Something happened."

He shot up almost immediately. He looked at me and scanned my body as if he had my quirk. Then his eyes fell onto my hands with the pregnancy test in their grasp. He looked at me shocked and then he grabbed the test. He saw the two lines and breathed deeply. "We're going to be parents?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," I choked. "I understand if you don't want me to have it... I know we talked about it a lot but I get it if you... want.. to.. leave..?" I looked down and refused to meet his eyes. He sighed.

"After all this time, you really think I'm going to leave you?" He asked. He grabbed my face and looked at me so sincerely. "We're gonna be parents, princess. I'll leave the league, I'll try seeing what I can do to become reformed, I want to be with you."

"You mean it?"

"Never wanted anything more in my life."

Touya came home from visiting the League with a bruise on his face. I rushed over to him immediately. "What happened?" I doted.

"They couldn't believe I was leaving. Me and Scratchy got into a fight," He smiled. "They want to see our baby when he's born and Crazy says you need to text her."

It had been three months since Touya started his reformation process. It wasn't easy. I was basically a glorified babysitter. He was put on meds that blocked his quirk, something I knew he hated. But he kept going for me. Today was finally the day we were going to see his siblings. His father, Endeavor, was someone he wanted nothing to do with. Even after all the therapy he went through, nothing could shake the hatred he felt. His natural hair was showing now, he stopped dying it black and it was now a bright white. I wore a simple light purple dress and Touya had black jeans and a dark purple button-up on.

"What if they don't like me?" I groaned as we walked to his house.

"I should be the one worrying about that. You're not a serial killer," Touya grumbled.

"Former serial killer," I chimed. He rolled his eyes. I looked up and we were on the Todoroki Family's doorstep. "Are you ready?"

He shrugged, "Only been a decade or so since I saw them."

I huff and knock on the door. A girl opens it, Fuyumi I assume. "Hi, I hope you were informed about our visit..." I asked worriedly. Touya was standing awkwardly at my side.

"No, I'm sorry. Who are you?" Fuyumi asked.

My heart dropped. "I'm your brother's girlfriend, and this is Touya." I introduced the two for him, I knew he wouldn't be able to. Fuyumi's eyes widened.

"Touya?" She gasped. She looked at his scarred face and blue eyes. A look of recognition flashed behind her own.

"Hey, Yumi," Touya replied. He acted casual, but I could tell it was eating him up inside. There was so much he wanted to say, but no words could describe.

"Does Dad know you're here?" she asked.

Touya tensed. "He knows we're here, but I refuse to see him." His sister hummed.

"Well, come in. Tell us where you've been!" She said kindly. She led the two of us in and sat us down at the table. "Nats! Sho! Come down here!"

Touya was growing more and more anxious. He couldn't stop the feeling of anxiety that crawled within him. I placed my hand in his and squeezed tightly, he gently sighed and took deep breaths. Natsuo and Shoto came down, they were expecting dinner and not their long-lost brother and his girlfriend, obviously.

"Who are they?" Shoto asked.

"Touya?" Natsuo said, amazed. Shoto looked at Touya shocked. Natsuo pushed past Fuyumi and Shoto and embraced Touya tightly. I smiled at the sight.

Touya and I sat at the table as he reconnected with his siblings. After the initial shock of seeing him wore off, they welcomed him with open arms. We still hadn't told them the "big news" so to speak.

"We didn't come here just to meet and catch up," Touya said. He glanced at me and I looked down slightly. "Are you two getting married?" Fuyumi asked. I blushed viciously. "N-no!" "Well?" Natsuo prompted. Touya looked at me and I nodded. "She's pregnant," Touya explained. All three of their eyes widened. Fuyumi immediately started doting on me and cheerfully checked over my body. Natsuo patted Touya on his back and Shoto was just stunned. "Oh my god! How far along are you?" Fuyumi asked. "14 weeks," I answered. "I hope you guys aren't too shocked." "Well, our brother comes back from the dead with a girlfriend and a baby on the way... I think we can be a little shocked," Natsuo said. I laughed a bit. "You're having a kid out of wedlock?" Shoto asked. "Yeah," Touya said as he rubbed his neck. "It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment decision." "At that exact moment sure, but we talked about it beforehand," I rolled my eyes. "Hey, I'm not complaining," He teased. I blushed and stuck my thumb down at him. Shoto made a fake throw-up noise and Natsuo looked away with a soft smile. Fuyumi shook her head.

"How are you going to tell Dad?" She asked. Touya shrugged, "Simple. We're not. He'll find out when he finds out but he won't hear it from either of us." Fuyumi just nodded. "I'm glad to have you back, Touya." "Me too!" Natsuo agreed. "It is nice," Shoto added. Touya just sheepishly rubbed his neck again, he clearly wasn't expecting so much support. "It's good to be back," Touya said.

Our baby woke up crying for the third time that night. It was now one full year since Touya started reforming. He went to all his mandatory meetings, took his meds, and went through extensive therapy. I was about to get up but my white-haired boyfriend stopped me. Even though he seemed annoyed, I could see the love in his eyes from just knowing our baby was alive and with us. He was happy because we had a family. "I'll get him, princess," He said. He pushed me back to lying down and pulled the blanket back over my body. I smiled at him and watched as he went over to the crib we set up in our room. He held our baby in his hands and cradled him tightly as he rocked him back to sleep. After a few minutes, our baby fell back asleep. Touya smiled and gently placed him back in the crib.

Touya crawled into bed with me and held me close. "Thank you," Touya whispered into my hair. "For what?" I asked, snuggling into him further. "Giving me something to live for," He replied.

BONUS!

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[two-white-butterflies]

i know places | a. targaryen

Description: Aegon is a popular streamer, his girlfriend brings him treats every few hours. No one knows who his girlfriend is. Pairing: streamer!aegon/non-showbiz!reader

The first time his fans found out about you - it was totally an accident. He was using his phone to play a mobile game, casually streaming in omelet arcade and twitch at the same time. "I haven't actually touched my phone in a week, I'm sorta a pc guy." he spoke into the mic, using his controls to win and follow the quests in the mobile version of Genshin.

While he was walking to the north part of the map, his phone suddenly flashes a message from you.

HONEYBUNCHSUGARPLUM Heading towards Maccas, you need anything babe?

His eyes widened slightly - pretending that he didn't see the message. "- and I don't play genshin much so I don't think I'll have fun using the mobile version," he continued - slyly changing the topic. He takes a deep breath, seeing that his chat couldn't stop talking about the message.

"What message?" he scratched the back of his head.

You were going to kill him.

DreamStan

Evidence A. Now looking for suspects @egg.streams

PinkIsLife74: Ya'll saw egg's stream rite?

"So the first thing I want to build is a farm for my carrots," Aegon spoke to himself, staring at the chat that was currently going wild because his girlfriend brought him some hot chocolate. He smiles softly, turning his mic off - and giving his girl a small kiss.

"Thanks, honeybunch." he whispered, making sure that your face was far from the camera's view. Once you walked away, his eyes returned to the screen in front of him - and everyone couldn't stop talking about you. He turns his mic on with a small smirk.

"Calm down guys,"

egg.streams: sorry for not streaming today guys 💚

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islandinthestream2124: no message huh

hannahbanana90: Find urself a man that lets u use his gaming pc for roblox 😆 - egg.streams: roblox is for pro-gamers ong 💪🏽

bedlam29: HE'S SOFTLAUNCHING BYEE

aegonii_fanbase: I MASTERMINDED IT, I think it's Alys Strong.

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AemondTargaryenOfficialAccount: Could be...but she's dating me so probably not. - aegonii_fanbase: OMG AEMOND NOTICED ME

Hannibal80980: HEAR ME OUT.

"I was sorta thinking 'sophisticated' vibes for our engagement party," you continued walking while holding his hand. "Yeah, and we'll get some white flowers." he added while holding your hand tightly. He was the sweetest boy in the world - he respected your privacy and treated you nicely. You couldn't ask for anything else.

Before you could enter the shop - a man pokes you with a microphone on his hands. "Do you think that husbands should help around the house?" he asked and a laugh escapes your mouth, seeing that he was one of those tiktok interviewers.

Aegon was about to talk to him - presumably pleading to remove the footage but you shake your head. "We have a chance to make it official in the most hilarious way possible," you whisper and he nods - smiling as he lets you answer the question.

"I think it depends on the household, but Egg helps around ours - I have no complains." you laugh and he raises your hand - showing the camera your large diamond ring. "Thank you," the man walks away, interviewing other people.

tobascolikescoke: i interviewed someone on the street and i didn't fucking realize that they were famous 😭 now, twitch royalty @egg.streams probs hates me for exposing his relationship

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[ittybittykittyfingers]

Winter Clothing Tips

I wanted to make a friendly and detailed list of stuff I've learned from living in a cold climate.

(Note that I do not have vegan-friendly options- suggestions with links to a vegan product's efficacy are welcome)

This stuff is common knowledge where I live but it occurred to me that it might be useful to someone if I laid it all out. I'll be updating this list if I think of more.

I absolutely adore winter and want to help you love it too! Cheers! List below.

• “Cotton kills!" You see, when cotton gets wet, it will suck warmth from your body and freeze on your skin surprisingly easily. Use wool in place of cotton because when wool gets wet, it will still insulate you.

• Know how to layer! Counterintuitively, having layers of thinner, high-quality materials is less bulky than having a single jacket or pair of gloves/socks. Plus, it has the added bonus of being able to be taken off and switched around according to your needs.

1. Base layer - this is the layer that touches your skin. You want this layer to be light, flexible, and moderately form-fitting. This layer's job is to be moisture-wicking. Sweat evaporates, even under layers, so you want something that will move it away so you don't feel the cooling effect. You also just don't want moisture on your skin. Real silk is recommended.

2. Mid layer - this layer can actually be as many layers as you want. I rarely need anything more than a knit merino wool sweater, but accommodate yourself. This layer does the brunt of the work of keeping you warm. Real, non-blended wool is recommended, but really any wool will be miles better than most anything else.

• make it a priority to keep your center warm. Many people choose a vest as a mid-layer as it keeps bulk off of your arms and keeps your middle toasty.

3. Shell - this layer keeps the warmth in and the elements out. Many people go for waterproof shells so they can be worn all year (i.e. rain jacket). Shells have little to no insulation and usually have a hood. You want the shell big enough to always cover your underlayers, but not so big that it bunches up. I don't have a material to recommend here since anything truly waterproof and tough enough to resist puncture will do. It can actually get hot under there so consider whether you might want a ventilation hole for your arm pits. There are plenty of options. Know that any shell which says it's both breathable and waterproof is lying (unless it's a super fancy item, like $300 fancy). Sometimes, a water resistant material will be better for you than a waterproof one. It depends.

• socks, socks, socks! A pair of silk foot liners paired with a good pair of wool socks will keep you comfy all day. Make sure your winter shoes/boots are a bit too big to accommodate the extra space that multiple socks take up. Make sure your socks are taller than the top of your boots. You want the socks sticking out from the top. I like to layer my foot liners the highest, then the wool socks a bit lower, than the top of my boot lower than that. You can always fold the top of socks to make them a comfortable height. (Pro-tip: do not use ankle socks! They will bunch up)

• The above logic should be used for gloves too. You'll want to make sure your shell gloves are waterproof but thin enough that you are able to use your hands. Again, the name of the game is staying dry.

• Waterproof, non-slip boots are a must. You don't need to get fluffy or insulated boots if you use my sock tips. This saves money too because now you have boots to wear all year instead of just winter boots. I'm a fan of Gore-Tex with Vibram soles.

• If you do a lot of walking on pavement and such, get a pair of crampons! There are tons to choose from. They're awesome. They'll have you confidently walking around a frozen driveway with ease. Crampons are these rubber and metal things you strap to the bottom of your boot. They often use either spikes (only recommended for seriously rough terrain) or coils that lay horizontally under your foot to increase traction.

• Speaking of footwear accessories, consider getting waterproof gators. Common wisdom is to tuck pants into your waterproof boots to keep them dry. Sometimes, especially if the snow is deep enough, snow will get trapped at the top of your boots where your pants are tucked in anyway and it'll start dripping into your boots. Gators fix this issue. They're these... they're like shin guards that go all the way around your ankle and up to your knee. They cover the area where your pants meet the boots and will completely prevent snow from getting in. (Pro-tip: if you get ones that are also puncture resistant, they can be used in nice weather too to prevent ticks and protect against snake bites. They're perfect for tall grass. I use mine all year.)

• Scarves are often overlooked but they can make a huge difference. You'll want to find a way to tie them that is comfortable for you. There are plenty of guides on the internet for that. I've found that extra long scarves tend to be the most useful. I like to stuff the ends of them into my layers for extra coverage wherever I need it. Plus, it's easier to tie long scarves.

• Get a good hat that also has ear flaps. I like ones that have space above my head so that a warm air pocket forms, keeping my head comfy. Or you could get a pair of earmuffs that go around the back of your head to pair with your hat. You can use the hood of your shell to protect your hat if you need to, so focus on comfort and warmth for the hat rather than it being waterproof or especially durable. I tend to like alpaca wool for hats.

• Sunglasses can make a difference since blinding light glares off of the snow.

• Before you go out in the snow, put one of those foldable clothes drying racks in your bathtub. Leave a watertight bin by the door you'll be coming in from. Lay a towel at the door if you don't have a good/big enough doormat. You'll be dripping water and littering the floor with snow and ice when you come back inside. Wipe off/ shake off as much snow from your person and knock your boots on the lip of the doorframe before coming inside (this logic works for cars too). Put your wet clothes in the bin. Change into whatever you need to. Bring the bin with you to the bathroom and hang up your articles on the clothes rack to dry. You can keep your boots in there too, just make sure the clothes aren't going to drip into the boots. If you want to get fancy, you can buy a cheap boot dryer to keep in the bathroom.

• Once you get inside after being out in the cold, remove your jacket immediately. It'll take you longer to warm up inside if you keep wearing your outdoor clothes.

• Quick buying tip- if you end up visiting somewhere that's cold a lot, be sure to check out a wealthy location's Goodwill and thrift stores. I've found amazing brands like Patagonia, Kool, and Spider there for cheap!

• TL;DR If there's any one thing I would want to impress upon you, it's that materials matter. You could be wearing 4 cotton sweatshirts and still be cold or you could wear one marino wool sweater with a rain coat and be toasty and comfy.

[thehusbandoden]

I Love You- Bakugou x Reader

635 words

Hey sorry for the silence. I've been dealing with some stuff, but hopefully I'll be posting a more frequently soon. Oh, this is old writing so I can't guarantee the quality. 😅

Angst-fluff

Bakugou and you get into a nasty argument, and after realizing what hard time you were having Bakugou apologizes and makes it up to you.

You were having a terrible time. You dropped down to the fourteenth place, some extra getting ahead of you, your mom was nagging you about your husband "not being good enough", your brother tried to kill your husband for a fight you started, and one of your best friends started talking smack about you.

You and your husband Katsuki have been fighting constantly, just because he was extra irritated because he "wasn't good enough". Welp that helped your insecurities, your husband was currently the number five pro hero, and was quickly escalating, but it wasn't good enough for him.

You two got into a fight last night because you asked if he could cuddle and watch a movie. You were really, really upset and on verge of a breakdown. But your husband was stubborn, he kept on telling you that it was a "waste of time" and that he had to practice. You just quietly nodded, tears threatening to emerge, but you decided to wait for your husband to leave before you breakdown, he would just get irritated.

Things would've been fine if he stopped there. But no, he just had to nag that you never did the laundry today. You snapped. You defended your mistake, you were working full time, just like him. He jabbed that he was working longer, and harder, and that's why he was number five when you were number fourteen.

It broke your heart, you didn't need him to tell you that, you told yourself that daily. You broke then and there, and he left you. He yelled that he was going to Kirishima's because he couldn't deal with your shiz. (Yes I meant to write shiz.) You just sat there, crying on the floor, for hours.

You awoke to a warm hand rubbing your shoulder, shaking you gently. You blinked open your eyes to see Katsuki, his eyes soft and worried. You blinked slowly, about to wrap your arms around his neck, but then you remembered last night and you frowned. "S-sorry Katsuki... I'll get your breakfast..." You apologize, quickly sitting up to his disappointment.

"No. Don't worry about it. Instead tell me what the he-. What's wrong with you." Bakugo demanded, frowning at your exhausted form. "Umm..... I don't know what you're talking about..." You reply, not really wanting to be made fun of by your husband for your insecurities.

Katsuki just stared at you, and he didn't stop until you gave up. "Okay fine... I'll tell you." And so you did, Katsuki had picked you up and brought you to your shared bed and laid there with you, your head on his chest as he slowly pet your head.

You spilled everything, the stress of your mother -which he never knew about- your brother, your hero ranking, and finally how touch starved you were from his distance. Katsuki felt terrible. You were going through all of this, and all he did was whine about not progressing fast enough.

Biting his bottom lip he squeezed you tighter, moving your head up towards his. "I am so, so sorry. I should have never said those untrue words to you, no matter if you were feeling insecure or not. That was uncalled for, and childish. I am truly sorry. I love you." He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver.

Katsuki rarely apologized, he would ony do so if he felt like he did something wrong, and if he cared for the person greatly.

Katsuki giving you such a sincere apology was heart warming, so you just wrapped you arms around his neck and brought your nose to his, foreheads touching. "I forgive you, but only if you give me lots, and lots of cuddles!" You exclaim, kissing your husband's nose tenderly. He just smiled and squeezed you tighter.

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Chapter 3

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a second, Izuku stops in front of Aizawa's door. By the time he touches the door handle, he feels better because his mind is focused on the case now.

However, he hesitates and knocks first; Aizawa's voice can be heard on the other side, telling him to come in.

Both Aizawa and pro hero Shoto are standing in the middle of the room; the man with mismatched eyes has his arms crossed over his chest, and even though he has a serious expression, he looks relaxed. For a moment, Izuku wonders if he was one of Aizawa's students too; he knows Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari, Uraraka and Katsuki were at some point.

Pro hero Shoto is slightly taller than Katsuki; he has broad shoulders too. His eyes meet Izuku's across the room and even though his expression doesn't change, he is sure the pro hero is not looking at him with any type of hostility.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku. It's a pleasure!" He smiles, feeling more and more relaxed as he places a few folders on the desk.

"Todoroki Shoto," the pro hero nods, the hint of a smile tugs the corners of his lips up for a second.

Izuku takes a deep breath and hands one of the files to the pro hero before setting his mind into work mode. Time moves fast as he starts explaining the first encounter with the villain.

The "encounters" haven't been exactly face to face; none of their pro heroes have seen the villain, but they're familiar with his modus operandi, by the things he has left after kidnapping students.

Izuku also tells the pro hero that they believe he is most likely a male villain because he has left notes to the teachers and sometimes the mothers of the students he takes.

For the past days, he has taken students from their area, but the last encounter was near Endeavor's agency, which is why they need to work with one of them now.

"I think he knows our pro heroes are looking for him," Izuku mumbles, still staring at the pictures of the students taken, trying not to tear up. He's worried about them, but concern won't fix anything. "That's why he's moving to another area."

"Do you think he kills them?" The pro hero asks, prompting Izuku to look at him again.

It's a valid question and one that has kept Izuku awake for a couple of nights, especially when he has a bad day or the other solved cases of murder pop up in his mind.

He usually doesn't give his opinion because it's not part of his job; Katsuki often asks what Izuku thinks on specific cases because he says he's a very smart nerd and has an unique perspective compared to the pro heroes.

"There's nothing to indicate he's particularly violent," Izuku says after a while. "I don't think he kills them, I think he either wants them to get something or perhaps something about their quirks, but their quirks are not particularly powerful so I don't think that's what he's after either."

Pro hero Shoto doesn't say anything, he just keeps staring at him like he knows Izuku is not done and wants to say something else.

"I'm not sure though," he mumbles. "But I really hope he doesn't kill them, and our pro heroes can get them back."

He knows the last thing is just what he wants to believe and it's not an objective opinion at all, but he wanted to say it anyway.

He truly wants them to be alright.

A soft smile appears on the pro hero's face, one that lasts more than a second. He puts a hand on Izuku's shoulder.

"I'll try to get them back," he promises, and even though Izuku knows he shouldn't get his hopes up, he smiles back.

"Thanks, Midoriya," Aizawa says then. "Now, if you excuse us, I need to explain a few things to Todoroki now."

Izuku nods before heading towards the door.

"Midoriya."

He stops to turn around again only to find pro hero Shoto still looking at him.

"It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope to see you again."

"Me too, pro–"

"Please, call me Todoroki."

"Me too, Todoroki!"

***

After he sits back in his station; a couple of his coworkers approach him with very curious and excited looks.

"How is he?"

"Is he as hot as he looks on the news?"

"I heard him talk! His voice is really deep! But how does he sound up close?"

"Do you know if he's seeing someone?"

Oh, right. Todoroki is even more popular than Katsuki in that aspect, not because he's hotter (they're both incredibly hot), but due to his personality. His cold demeanor makes him look mysterious, while Katsuki is constantly yelling and growling on live TV.

Izuku tries his best to answer those questions while updating another cases that need more work. At least the train incident has been successfully handled thanks to Uravity.

When he gets an email from her with the report on the situation, he smiles; she's always very responsible when it comes to doing her paperwork on time.

What he doesn't expect is to see her there.

"Hello, sweetheart!"

"Hi, Uraraka!" Izuku beams, glad to see her again. "Congratulations on a successful mission!"

"Thank you!" She chuckles, leaning over to ruffle his hair. "You're so, so sweet! We should hang out more!"

"I'd like that too," Izuku smiles. He really likes her; she's fun and often helps him to pick nice clothes for himself.

"Great. I'll text you!" She's about to leave when she seems to remember something. "Do you know if Todoroki is still here?"

"I'm not sure, but if he is, he must be in Aizawa's office," he tells her.

"I'll see if I can catch him before he leaves. I haven't seen him in a while."

Maybe Izuku is right and Todoroki was in the same class as the others.

***

He should've guessed by the excited gasps that something was going on, but Izuku was too absorbed in the documents on his screen monitor at the time.

"Midoriya."

That's probably why he almost jumps from his seat when he hears Todoroki's voice again.

He looks up, only to find mismatched eyes staring down at him from the other side of his cubicle.

"Hi, again!" Izuku relaxes when he notices the way the other is smiling at him. "Do you need anything?"

"Yes," he walks around to get inside the cubicle and hand Izuku his phone.

The green haired man narrows his eyes in confusion and is about to tell Todoroki that if he has a problem with any device he should head to the IT department or perhaps support...

"Please add your number."

"Oh! Sure!" Izuku chuckles, noticing the contact list and adding his quickly before handing it back.

"I'll be coming here a few times a week until we solve this case so I thought it was important to keep your contact information. Just in case."

He doesn't tell Todoroki he can use the agency email to communicate with Izuku about the case because the pro hero looks happy now, and Izuku has the feeling he's not very good with people.

It's alright though; he likes him and perhaps they can become friends.

"Thank you, Midoriya. I'll see you tomorrow."

As soon as he gets in the elevator, a couple of Izuku's coworkers gather around his station in the blink of an eye.

"Did he say something?"

"Does he need help?"

"Is he going to come back here soon?"

"I'm not sure," Izuku manages to say after a while; he doesn't blame them, it's pretty exciting to have one of the best pro heroes around. "He just wanted my number though."

One of the younger men looks back at Izuku like he just betrayed them.

"But I thought you were dating Dynamight?"

Great. Another misunderstanding.

"No, Ka–Dynamight is my friend and Todoroki just wanted my number because he'll be working on the case I have information on, that's it."

Why are they always assuming everything is about romance? Well... maybe it's because it'd be more entertaining that way.

Just as Izuku thought, they walk away after that, looking disappointed.

***

He glances again at his station to make sure he doesn't forget anything before taking his backpack.

The sound of the elevator doesn't make him look up, until he hears a familiar voice.

"Izuku."

"Kacchan, what are you doing here?" He tilts his head, not even questioning when his friend takes his stuff and carries it for him; he usually does that when they're going out. "I thought you had patrol tonight."

"I do," Katsuki says as they both take the stairs this time. "But I have time to take you to your shitty apartment."

Izuku rolls his eyes and is about to say something, but he reminds himself he needs to talk to him so he agrees.

Taking a deep breath, he stops Katsuki before walking in the parking lot.

"Did you ask Hatsume to make this for me, Kacchan?" He mumbles as his fingers touch the X hanging from the chain.

The pro hero looks down; a few emotions can be seen written on his face. He looks almost fond for a moment before noticing Izuku's frown.

"I did," he whispers without turning away. "I'm sorry I didn't ask you first."

The apology makes him calm down immediately, mostly because he can tell Katsuki is sincere.

"I was scared. I still am," he continues, allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of Izuku. The Katsuki from middle school would have never done that, and Izuku appreciates the honesty. "Knowing that you have this around your neck helps me sleep at night. But if you want to take it off, I can tell Hatsume to do it for you."

Taking a few steps closer, Izuku holds his friend's gaze and smiles at him.

"No. It's fine," he says after a couple of seconds. "I like it. Just... please tell me next time you plan to do something like this, alright?"

Katsuki nods, worry still clear in his red eyes.

"Izuku, can I hug you?"

They're friends; he doesn't need to ask. However, instead of saying that, he nods.

When Katsuki pulls him into his arms, Izuku feels warm and fuzzy, like people often do when they go back home after a long day at work.

"I don't like the place where you live," Katsuki says again, making Izuku chuckle before noticing that his friend has a serious, almost scared look in his eyes. "It looks so fucking insecure, dangerous and whenever I'm not with you I can't stop thinking something is going to happen to you."

"Nothing is–"

A shake of Katsuki's head cuts him off; the pro hero presses their foreheads together.

"I know you make your own choices," he continues, taking a deep breath. "But I'd like you to consider moving in with me. I... promise I'll take care of you."

Something about the way Katsuki is staring at him makes him blush.

"I'll think about it, Kacchan," he whispers after a while.

Even though it'd make sense and it'd help Izuku save more money, he has the feeling that it'd be a big step.

He doesn't know why it feels that way; they're friends, it could be like having a roommate. Izuku has had those in the past.

But it's different this time.

***

A quick trip to the nearest grocery store is what he needs, especially because he knows he'll be thinking about Katsuki all the time if he doesn't.

Izuku worries about him too, his concern increases whenever he's on a mission, and while during his patrols is not as strong, it doesn't disappear either.

He buys instant noodles, eggs, milk and bread for the week; Izuku knows Katsuki doesn't like whenever he goes out late, especially in the area where he lives, but he's not there to scold him.

Besides, Katsuki has no room to talk because he is constantly risking his life.

He's back in his building an hour later and makes sure to give the lady next door milk for her cat; the one he rescued a couple of days ago and decided to give to her.

When he finally closes the door behind himself he realizes his tiny apartment doesn't make him feel at home anymore; he remembers being so happy the first time he had enough money to pay rent and moved in, but something has changed since then.

He has changed.

Izuku sits on the floor with his bowl full if noddles when he realizes that Todoroki has sent him a text so he can add him to his contacts too; he does that and sends him the smile emoji. Then he notices that he has added him on social media too.

Letting himself being a curious fanboy for once, Izuku goes to his Instagram only to realize he doesn't have that many pictures, at least not in his personal account. The other one must be run by his manager.

Suddenly, his phone lights up and he rolls his eyes when he sees the contact picture. However, he knows there's a fond smile on his lips as well.

No, he's not actually irritated.

"Aren't you on patrol, Kacchan?"

"It's a boring night, nerd. There's nothing happening."

"Really? Well... who's with you tonight?"

"Dunce face, but we split up a while ago so we could cover a bigger area."

"I like Kaminari. Say 'hi' to him for me when you see him."

There's a huff on the other side and Izuku can't help but chuckle.

"We're not five anymore, nerd. You can send him a text or something."

"Okay..." Izuku sighs. Honestly, Katsuki is no fun...

"Tch! Fine!"

"Thanks, Kacchan. You're really sweet."

There's a strong noise, followed by a curse. For a moment, Izuku worries that Katsuki found a villain.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he chokes. "I just walked into a tree. Don't call me sweet again."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to distract you! I think it's better if we end the–"

"No..." The pro hero cuts him off, voice getting soft. "I just... are you in your apartment?"

This time Izuku doesn't get exasperated; he finds endearing the way Katsuki tries not to seem too worried. But he knows what he really wants to ask instead.

"Yes. I'm safe, don't worry."

"Good," Katsuki mumbles, relief clear in his voice.

"I'm having dinner too!"

"Tell me it's not instant noodles..." He hisses, like they're an insult to his name.

"They're not that bad!" Izuku pouts, even though he knows Katsuki can't see him. He feels the need to defend his dinner. It's what helped him survive during his college years. "They taste good!"

"It's trash food, Izuku!"

He is sure... no, he knows Katsuki is pinching the bridge of his nose at the moment.

"At least tomorrow evening I'll be free and I'll be able to cook you something way better than the trash food you're used to."

"I want Italian," Izuku says, mostly as a joke.

"Fine. I'll buy the ingredients before I go back home."

"What? No, Kacchan, it was a jo–"

"Too late, nerd. You'll eat it and you'll like it!"

He ends the call after that. Izuku narrows his eyes at his phone but doesn't call him back because he doesn't want to get him in trouble.

He sighs, washes the dishes, and gets ready to go to bed before silently wishing good luck to Katsuki during his patrol.

***

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🌹Come Fly with Me🌹

Keigo Takami x GN! reader

Cw! teeth rotting fluff , use of 'birdie' as a pet name/ kinda implied that more happens later ;)) (not edited or proofread at all)

synopsis! Keigo never thought he'd be the man to settle down, but here he was dancing to Frank Sinatra in the kitchen with the love of his life.

Keigo Takami doesn't believe he deserves love, but when he gets home and sees you cooking dinner in the kitchen he just wants to be close to with you.

You hadn't heard him over the music that was playing; keigo recognized it well. It was the playlist you swore would be playing when the two of you got married. “ one day ” he'd tell you, and as impatient a person that you were; you grew to be okay with that answer. You were happy just living the domestic life you had with keigo.

He came up behind you,grabbing your waist as you let out a loud as hell scream. You looked back at the pro hero,"Jesus! Kei! You can't do that to me!" And to keigo; you looked gorgeous right now. Hair in its natural state, not styled or anything- you were in an oversized hoodie and some grey sweats. God he could fall in love with you all over again.

“ sorry, birdie...didn't wanna interrupt you. You looked so..."he thought about the word to describe you before finally understanding just how to describe you. "...ethereal."he laughed as he looked at you.

You just gave him a kiss on the cheek before skipping one of the songs you'd grown to hate on the playlist. Suddenly, Keigo's favorite song started playing. ‘Come Fly with Me’ by Frank Sinatra. Keigo smiled as he pulled you away from the stove,pulling you towards his chest,"may I have this dance?"he got closer to your ear, kissing your temple.

You could only let out a small laugh,"the food, kei..." “Don't worry about that...just dance with me.” you knew that it wasn't going to matter, it was on a low simmer anyways but you were still nervous that you would ruin dinner.

Keigo took your waist in his hand,swaying back and forth with you in his grasp. The slow tune of the song was something that calmed him and you...you were something that riled him up. He sighed shakily as he leaned down,kissing your neck.

Frank Sinatra was one of the most romantic singers; everyone knew this.

He was getting riled up, especially when he felt your hands go up to his wings; caressing them without a second thought. “you're killing me birdie..." The man was pent up. Not being able to see you because of work, dealing with the LOV, and the stress he'd had about keeping you happy.

You were a simple being though; you appreciated him just talking to you. You'd be on your hands and knees for him even if he just gave you a smile. That's just the effect keigo takami had on people.

“you're gonna have to wait, my love."you whispered to him,kissing him as you swayed slowly with him, accidentally stepping on his feet. You were a clumsy person, anyone could see,but it was what made keigo love you even more than the average person could.

Dinner was your first priority, especially because you didn't want to set off the smoke alarms in your shared apartment like you had last week due to the same reason; keigo being needy. Pleasing Keigo was your second favorite thing to do, besides cuddle him, but sadly you'd have to wait on that for now.

“birdie c'mon...”the taller man smiled down at you as he leaned over and turned off the stove top, leaving you quite surprised. “kei- it's getting late! we have to eat-" but the impatient bird brain cut you off by grabbing your waist and basically dragging you to your shared bedroom,running into the walls a few times.

You let out a small whine as the kiss continued,thinking about the food that was going to go to waste as you felt his lips press to yours, seeming like keigo couldn't get close enough.

Kissing you, touching you, being with you was as close to heaven as Keigo could get, and he'd take it over those pearly gates any day,"don't worry, I'll make it up to you.”he whispered against your lips as he pulled away for a breath of air.

and with that you slipped into the arms of keigo takami, the man who could treat you like a god when he really wanted to-

frank sinatra still droning on in the kitchen.

slay? ANYWAY. this is my first time writing for hawks so I hope y'all like it!