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[liwinly]

BABY , iM YOURS !

───── Soft whispers, playful touches, and endless love .

MORE ( 900 ) . Enhypen x fem!reader : fluff , romance . ✶ skinship , teasing

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

You’re curled up on the couch when Heeseung pulls you into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His warmth seeps into you instantly, and you giggle as he nuzzles closer, his breath tickling your skin.

“Hee, what are you doing?” you ask, your fingers threading through his soft hair.

“Holding my baby,” he mumbles, voice laced with sleep. “You’re mine, right?”

You feel your heart melt at his words. Heeseung always gets clingy when he’s sleepy, and you love it. You shift to face him, cupping his cheek. “Of course, I’m yours.”

A sleepy smile tugs at his lips before he presses soft kisses along your jaw, your cheek, and finally, your lips. His arms tighten around you, as if afraid you’ll slip away.

“You smell so nice,” he murmurs, inhaling deeply. “Stay like this forever?”

You laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Forever and always, Hee.”

He hums contentedly, pulling you even closer — if that’s even possible. And just like that, wrapped in his warmth, you know you’re exactly where you belong.

𝐉𝐀𝐘

Jay leans against the kitchen counter, eyes locked on you as you try to reach the top shelf for a jar of peanut butter. You’re on your tiptoes, struggling, and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Need some help?”

You turn around, pouting. “I can do it myself!”

“Mm-hmm, sure you can,” Jay teases, crossing the room in a few quick strides. He effortlessly grabs the jar from the shelf and hands it to you. His fingers brush against yours, sending a little jolt through you.

“Thanks,” you mutter, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

Jay grins and steps closer, his chest brushing against yours. He places his hand on the small of your back, pulling you into him with ease. “You know, you’re cute when you get all stubborn,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

Your heart races at the closeness. “Stop teasing me, Jay.”

He leans in, his lips pressing against your forehead in a soft kiss. “I’m not teasing. I’m just reminding you that you’re mine, baby.”

You smile, melting into his touch. “I’m yours, Jay.”

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

Jake’s laughter fills the room as you both tumble onto the couch, playfully fighting for the TV remote. You manage to snatch it from his hands, but before you can press a button, he pulls you back into his chest with a strong arm, trapping you.

“Gotcha,” he says, his voice low and playful.

You giggle, squirming in his embrace, but it’s no use. He holds you tightly, one hand resting on your waist. “You’re mine now,” he murmurs, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You glance up at him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “Am I?”

Jake’s eyes soften, and he kisses the side of your head, his lips lingering. “Absolutely. No escaping me, baby.”

You roll your eyes, but warmth spreads through your chest at his affection. “Guess I’m stuck with you then, huh?”

He chuckles and pulls you even closer, pressing his cheek against yours. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His fingers trace circles on your back as you settle into the comfort of his arms, the world outside fading away. You smile, knowing there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

“Yeah, I’m yours, Jake.”

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

Sunghoon is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but when he feels you settle next to him, he immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders. You lean into him, letting your head rest on his chest.

"You always know how to make me feel safe," you mumble, closing your eyes.

Sunghoon smiles softly, his fingers gently playing with your hair. "That’s because you’re mine," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but it carries so much warmth.

You chuckle, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "I’m yours, huh?"

He nods, his lips curving into a small, affectionate smile. "Always have been, always will be."

His hand moves to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a tender kiss. It's slow, soft, filled with all the love he has for you. When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours.

"Baby, I’m yours too," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours.

You smile, feeling your heart flutter. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than in his arms.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

You’re sitting on the balcony, enjoying the quiet evening, when Sunoo quietly slips behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder as he leans into you, his warmth enveloping you.

“Hey, what’s up?” you ask, turning your head to glance at him.

Sunoo smiles softly, his eyes full of affection. “I just wanted to be close to you. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

You feel your heart flutter at his words. “Of course, I’m yours,” you reply with a teasing grin, but your voice softens when he presses a kiss to your neck, his lips lingering there.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, his hands gently caressing your arms. “I don’t ever want to let you go.”

You turn in his arms, facing him now, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “You don’t have to.”

His smile widens, and he cups your face, bringing you in for a gentle, lingering kiss. “Good, because I’m not planning on it.”

In that moment, everything feels perfect, with Sunoo’s arms around you and the soft sound of your beating hearts. “I’m yours, always.”

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

You’re sprawled out on the floor, books and papers scattered around you as you try to focus on studying, but Jungwon is having none of it. He plops down next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder, his hand finding yours.

“You’ve been working too hard,” he says softly, his voice laced with concern. “Take a break, baby.”

You roll your eyes, trying to focus. “I need to finish this.”

But Jungwon isn't having it. He gently pulls the papers from your hands, tossing them aside, and turns you to face him. His eyes are filled with warmth. “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you take care of yourself.”

You laugh, your heart fluttering at his caring tone. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He grins, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I know. But I’m your impossible, and you love it.”

His hand cups your cheek, and without thinking, you lean into his touch, closing your eyes. "You're right, I do love it."

Jungwon leans in and kisses your forehead gently. "And I love you, always."

You smile, feeling completely at peace in his arms. “I’m yours, Jungwon.”

𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈

You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through channels, when Ni-ki suddenly pops up beside you, his playful grin lighting up the room. Without warning, he snatches the remote out of your hands, laughing as you try to grab it back.

“You’re such a troublemaker,” you laugh, narrowing your eyes at him.

Ni-ki just shrugs, his mischievous grin widening. “I’m only a troublemaker because you let me be,” he teases, dropping the remote onto the couch and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You feel your heart race as he pulls you closer, his chin resting on your shoulder. “What are you doing, huh?”

“Just making sure you’re mine,” he replies, his voice quiet but playful. His hands find yours, lacing your fingers together. “Is that okay?”

You smile softly, feeling your heart melt. “Of course. You know you’re all I need.”

He leans in, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek before murmuring, “Then you’re mine, too, forever.”

In his embrace, everything feels right, and you can’t help but whisper, “Always, Ni-ki.”

── .✦ @amoressb @chrrific @slayyuna @woniefication @ijustwannareadstuff20 @cheruphic @irasvr @puma-riki

[bunnies-bees]

MHA bf headcanons

✧ summary: Just little headcanons I think some of the boys would have. All characters are aged up! In about the 3rd year of UA.

✧ paring: todoroki/reader, bakugo/reader, izuku/reader

✧ genre: teeth rotting fluff, established relationships

✧ a/n: Hello! I hope you all enjoy my headcanons for some of the UA boys! I’m thinking about doing more headcanons for different characters, so let me know if you want someone specific! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

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Bakugo

* Waits outside of the classes you don’t have together so he can walk with you

* Makes you keep one of his hoodies/jackets in your locker

*Calls you “pretty” as a nickname, especially when he’s feeling soft

*You guys have matching keychain charms and when someone asks about them he says you forced him to wear it (he picked them out)

*He LOVES showing off during training and it increases tenfold when he knows you’re watching

*You (and Izuku) are the only people that has permission to come to his dorm unannounced

*Thinks it’s adorable when you get nervous to kiss him, but in reality his heart is POUNDING in his chest.

*Insist on cooking for you but adores when you cook with him. Especially when he’s teaching you a new recipe

Izuku

*Physical touch is his main love language, he loves holding your hand any chance he gets

* Loves taking you to all of his favorite places. Park, cafe, comic book store, it doesn’t matter

*Carries hair ties with him just in case you need them

* Is soft and the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for, but also can get very jealous

* Will come up behind you and hold your waist when you’re talking to someone who makes him jealous.

*Most of his clothes are in your dorm, he can NEVER say no to you when you ask for them

*Loves giving you gifts. Looked at a stuffed animal too long in the store? He’s buying it. Mentioned ONE time that you love a certain type of flower? He’s made a whole journal about them.

* Learns how to make your favorite foods/sweet treats because he just wants to be so good for you

* Loves when you count his freckles, being that close to you makes his stomach do cartwheels

Todoroki

*Was a nervous wreck the first time you guys cuddled. Tried really hard to regulate his temperature

*Goes all out for anniversaries, birthdays, any special occasion

*Said I love you first, completely out of the blue and was super embarrassed after (It was adorable)

*Bought you a bottle of his cologne for whenever you miss him

*You learned how to make cold soba for him and he almost got down on one knee right then and there

*He’ll just randomly start staring at you bc he thinks you’re just absolutely perfect. HES SO SOFT SKSKDKSKSMA

*Loves giving you nicknames. Mostly uses angel, lovely, sweetheart.

* Needs reassurance/comfort some of the time to make sure he’s being a good boyfriend (he’s absolutely perfect)

* This man worships the ground you walk on 100% would do anything you asked without a second thought

[alurixx]

[realpeachgirl]

My dream cars omggg /ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗

[ykazunom]

[minorlyatfault]

𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄, 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ! j. todd x reader

𝓢ynopsis: jason doesn't like it when you're away. but he doesn't like it. & after an entire week without you, he's clinging by his fingernails. the moment you step through the door, he's all over you▰gripping, kissing, taking every second you were away back. he's needy, desperate, & legit refuses to let you leave. not that you mind.

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc. my 2 am writing. angst(?????). making out.

𝓝otes:

001. hozier is today's savior.(he's everyday's saviour.)

002. straight fucking A's!! dawg, my grades in math & science were surprisingly high.

003. all i need to do now is to make my research teacher realize that my research is actually difficult & not "simple"

004. won't post the pomegranate one 2day or anytime now(bc i don't like it) so take this uhh,,, old worknofmine.

005. inspo of the work was this art by @/ciricearts (idk if it's noticable tho. THSIS BYT SUCKS)

jason was gonna die.

the apartment was too silent.

too vacant.

you were supposed to be away for a week. you let him know in advance, reassured him that it was just business, that you’d call when you could, that you’d be home before he knew it. he told you something like, “yeah, i’ll be okay,” & acted like he wasn’t already in dread of it.

but he was not okay. not even remotely.

it began small. the first two days, he told himself it wasn’t so bad. he stayed busy▰hit the gym, went on patrol, even managed to get through a few chapters of that book you’d been pestering him to read

he even maintained his texts to you as usual, casual, joking with you about how dull work must be without him there.

then, on day three, the apartment felt too large.

by day four, he was walking back & forth.

on day five, he was restless, checking his phone so much that it was a habit. the messages were still arriving▰briefly worded, bittersweet, i miss you’s & i love you's that should have sufficed▰but they didn’t. not if you weren’t present. not when the bed was cold, when his hands had nothing to grasp. not when you're not seated in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, smothering him with kisses. forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, lips, chin, jaw, neck. none.

by day six, he realized how terrible this was.

because jason todd didn’t wait. he didn’t wait around. he was accustomed to solitude. he had been in solitude for so long before you even entered his life. & now, without you, it seemed like something within him was collapsing.

which brought him to now.

the seventh day.

jason slumped on the couch, tapping his fingers on the armrest, head resting in his hand. his eyes were tired from sleep deprivation, jaw aching from clenching. he was tired but fidgety, too tense in body to even consider resting. his phone rested on the coffee table, its screen black, & he despised the way he couldn’t stop looking at it, as if it would come alive if he stared hard enough.

it was pathetic.

he pulled a hand across his face, exhaling harshly. this was absurd. he had endured worse. he had died. & yet, all of that paled in comparison to this▰the crushing feeling of missing you.

then, the door opened.

his head jerked up so quickly it hurt.

the moment he saw you cross the door step, he was in motion.

he didn’t even give you time to greet him.

a moment you were putting down your bag, & next, jason was on top of you. his hand curled around your wrist, pulling you toward him so sharply you were caught off guard & gasped in shock.

“jay▰?”

his arms were caging you in before you could get another word out.

the tension in his body crackled the instant he felt you pressed against him. his face pushed into your hair, fingers grasped deep into the folds of your shirt, his body actually shuddering with relief.

“you’re back,” he stated, voice roughened.

you blinked. “yeah, i am.”

jason remained still. just held you, arms trapped around you, locked tight in case you walked away. you sighed softly & tried to diffuse his stress with a gentle stroke of your hand up his spine.

“missed me that much, huh?”

jason exhaled.

& then he destroyed you.

his lips slammed into yours, hands holding your waist like a starving man. you hardly had time to catch your breath before he was kissing you like he’d been waiting an eternity. & in a sense, he had.

his desperation seeped into each motion. his fingers twisted in your hair, pulling hard enough to make you shiver. his lips opened against yours, hot and insistent, his breath thick as he pressed you against the door.

you gasped against his mouth. “jason▰”

“don’t,” he said, not allowing you to speak. “not yet.”

his hands sneaked up your sides, fingers tracing whatever he could trace, remembering you all over again. his body against yours, & you could feel the raw tension in him, the way he was only just keeping himself together.

he kissed you again. more aggressively.

as if he could reclaim every second you’d been away.

your fingers wrapped around the collar of his jacket, pulling him in, & jason groaned at the touch. his lips left your mouth to graze your jaw, travel down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch.

“you have no idea how much i missed you, doll.” he whispered against your skin.

you swallowed hard, head thrown back. “i think i’m getting the idea.” jason let out a harsh laugh before nipping at your collarbone, & you gasped. his arm around you tightened, as if he wasn’t yet certain you were real, that you were truly here.

“you left me,” he whispered, his voice low & accusatory. your palms crept up to cup his face, making him meet your gaze. his pupils were dilated, cheeks flushed, lips puffy from how intensely he’d kissed you.

“i came back,” you whispered.

jason’s face relaxed, just a fraction. but then his hands tightened around your waist, drawing you into him so tightly there wasn’t even an inch of space remaining between you.

“never leave for that long again,” he grunted. your heart tightened at the yearning in his tone. the vulnerability. jason never wanted to admit when something hurt▰but here he was, all but pleading with you to never leave him again.

you kissed him, gentler this time. slow & sweet, fingers intertwining in his hair.

jason took a trembling breath against your lips, as if he was only just allowing himself to breathe.

“i missed you too, jay,” you whispered.

jason drew a harsh breath, forehead against yours. “not as much as i missed you.”

you smiled, stroking your thumbs across the bags beneath his eyes.

“you need sleep.”

jason scoffed. “what i require is to catch up on a week of lost kisses.”

you laughed, running a hand through your hair. “jay▰”

he shut you up with another kiss, one that was more languid. more in check. like he was indulging himself.

“i mean it,” he grunted. “you’re not leaving me like that again.”

your heart tightened. you know jason had issues with abandonment, that too much time alone threw his head.

you should’ve known how much this was tormenting him.you cupped his face, touching your lips softly against his forehead.

“i’m not leaving,” you vowed.

jason exhaled the breath he had been holding, his whole body relaxing against your own.

“…good,” he grumbled. “because i’m not losing you.”

& you knew that he did not say it out of bravado.

jason would not let you out of his eyesight.

you awoke to jason rolled around you, face buried in your neck, arms tied so tightly around you it was almost choking.

you rolled over slightly, only for jason to moan and hold you closer.

“jay, i have to▰”

“no,” he grumbled, mouth against your skin.

you let out a breathless chuckle. “you’re ridiculous.”

he huffed. “you left me for a week.”

you rolled your eyes, running your fingers through his hair. “i’m right here.”

jason grumbled something incoherent before nuzzling deeper into you.

“…you’re still not allowed to leave.”

you sighed, but there was a smile on your face.

jason todd▰your big, scary red hood▰

was the clingiest man on earth.

not that it's a bad thing.

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[i-love-ptv]

Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Goin’ On ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣

Pairing: Husband!Rafe Cameron x Soccer-mom!Wife!Reader

It’s not easy being a soccer-mom, especially when dads hit on you at every game as if you’re not married to Rafe.

Wc: 1,596

Fluff, Protective Rafe making an appearance, kinda pushy guy (idk what to say)

An: I’ve really wanted to write a fic based on this song, and this idea randomly popped into my head so! Am I using the names I wanna name my kids? Yes, yes I am.

Not proofread tbh

Feedback always appreciated lovelies!! xx

“I’ll be back, ‘mkay doll?”

You hum in acknowledgement, eyes peering back at the field after looking up.

Your husband, Rafe, leant down and places a firm kiss on your forehead.

“Yeahhh, Daddy’s gonna be back, baby.” Rafe coos at your two year old, who was sitting on your lap, babbling freely while peering at him with her big doe eyes.

Rafe walks off the bleachers in search of the concession stand to buy food for the three of you.

You brush your hand over your young daughter’s head, making sure her somewhat oversized hat is still covering her head entirely. Her hand wraps around your index finger.

It was oddly humid today, if you continued moving, you’d break a slight sweat. You can't even imagine what your daughter—Stacy must be feeling, running around on the large grassy field under the beaming bright sun.

You were proud of your baby girl though, nonetheless. And so was Rafe, of course.

You shout loudly when you notice the game is about to start, bellowing out a “Go Stacy!”

Stacy’s eyes easily found yours, for you and Rafe would always sit in the same spot on the bleachers.

Her eyes were slightly wide due to your shout, despite you and Rafe always cheering for her during her games.

She’s motioning for you to ‘shh’, putting her fingers to her lips before getting into her position.

“Which one’s yours?” You hear to the left of you, the unknown voice makes you tear your eyes away from the field.

You smile shortly at the unfamiliar man next to you, “Number 22.”

You can’t help but notice how he’s rather scruffy looking, an odd contrast to your upkept husband with his neatly buzzed hair.

“Mine’s number 13.” He says, flashing his teeth at you.

You gasp and shoot up a little, making you look down at your daughter on your lap. “Valerie’s yours? Oh she’s just the sweetest!”

The man chuckles, looking deeply in your eyes. This makes your eyebrows raise, slightly in confusion, but mostly in discomfort.

He hadn’t done anything out of the norm, you’d randomly talk to the other moms around too, but something about him made you uncomfortable.

“My name's Brandon, and yours?”

You introduce yourself briefly, before turning back towards the game.

His eyes dart to your left hand, looking for a ring, for any indication that you belong to someone else. He smiles sharply when he finds your fingers bare. This goes unnoticed by you.

Little does he know, you do have your ring on, just around your neck.

Your biggest fear was your youngest accidentally pulling off your ring, resulting in you losing it. Or, even worse: it pokes her eye or something of that nature.

You suppose you could be considered a ‘Helicopter-mom’ at times, simply going to the extremes to make sure your kids are happy and healthy at every point in time.

Rafe is the exact same way, maybe even a little worse. But you knew he was just protective, he loves this life that he has with you, since he had no idea the two of you would’ve been together for so long.

You had started dating Rafe when you were 18 and he was 19. It was good for the first few months, disregarding the few arguments that you had. But then, you had caught Rafe doing cocaine.

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to shake the look on his face from your memory.

You weren’t supposed to be at the party, you said you were busy filling out college applications.

So when he was mid-line, and he saw you standing there all dolled up, watching him with glossy eyes, he felt his heart shatter into pieces.

You weren’t supposed to find out, he wanted to keep this away from you, to keep you close to him.

He promised that he would try and stay sober for you, but eventually he’d give in every time the opportunity was in front of him. This resulted in several arguments, and surprisingly, a break up.

But things are different now. You both are in your 30’s, you got married, and of course, had two beautiful babies together.

Rafe knew he’d be crazy to fuck things up now, when he has the perfect life right in front of him.

Speaking of which; you’re really starting to wonder what the hell is taking him so long just to get some goddamn hotdogs and drinks.

You’re bouncing your knee anxiously, which makes your daughter giggle. You wish she wasn’t finding this amusing, but you know she can’t help it.

“Well who’s this cute girl, huh?” The man coos, tickling your daughter’s side.

“Her name is Noelle.” You huff, your mood quickly shifting due to this stranger touching your daughter.

He lets out another chuckle, you wish you never had to hear it again. “Sounds like you’re quoting Teenage Dirtbag to me.”

You give him a pointed look, you’re really getting sick of his pestering. “That’s where I got it from.”

Abruptly, the crowd starts cheering madly. You look around and see Stacy's team celebrating briefly; they had just scored a goal.

You cheer and clap, grabbing Noelle’s chubby hands and making her raise her arms wildly while giggling with her.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we could-” Before Brandon could finish his sentence, none other than Rafe Cameron comes stomping up the bleachers, huffing and puffing angrily.

He sits down and sighs, “God, I’m sorry babe. The line was so long! I swear I’m going grey right now.”

“And I missed the goddamn play!” Rafe exclaims. He looks over at you and immediately goes quiet once he sees those wide baby eyes that look at him curiously.

“Da?” Noelle mutters, reaching her tiny hands towards Rafe’s larger ones.

“Yeah. Da’s here babygirl, do you want your food? Huh sweet girl?”

Rafe hands you your food, setting his food aside so he can put Noelle in his lap. He begins to split half his hotdog in pieces for her.

You glance to the left, you notice Brandon looking like a fish out of water.

Rafe is the CEO of one of, if not the biggest business company around. And Brandon had just borderline harassed his wife, who was holding his child.

Brandon sneers at the two of you in silence while the game continues, nearly boiling at the fact that he couldn’t have you.

Your head is laying on Rafe’s shoulders, you’re rubbing circles on Noelle’s shoulder as she settles down.

“Everything alright babe?” Rafe asks, trying to peer down at your face.

You untuck your necklace with your wedding ring from your shirt, fiddling with it. “Yeah, now that you’re here Ray.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a few seconds.

“…What does that mean?”

You hesitate to answer, but you do regardless, “Nothing! It’s just uh..That guy next to me, was kinda like hassling me I guess.”

This makes Rafe straighten his back.

“He do somethin’ to you doll?” Rafe questions in a whisper. You know you have about 30 seconds to try and calm him down before he’s banned from every soccer game left in the season.

“No, okay? I’m fine, it’s cool. I need you to calm down Ray.”

Rafe’s nose is flaring, “What about Ellie? Did he touch her?”

You feel your throat closing up, your heart is damn near pounding out of your chest.

You don’t say anything to Rafe, but that look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.

You grab his bicep, trying to keep him grounded. Even though he’s changed, some parts of him haven’t.

Rafe speaks lowly in your ear, but not too much to frighten you in any way. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Don’t worry y’pretty little head about it.”

Rafe presses a firm kiss against your cheek, then presses a softer one to your lips.

After 30 more minutes, and 2 more goals, Stacy’s team wins.

You and Rafe cheer loudly, letting out “That’s our baby girl!”

You meet Stacy at the bottom of the bleachers, holding Noelle in your hand as the littlest claps her hands between Stacy’s face.

You’re too busy congratulating your daughter to notice Rafe pulling Brandon aside while his daughter, Valerie is off talking to her friends.

Rafe puts a firm hand on his shoulder, “Hey man.”

Brandon lets out a nervous laugh, “Hey there, Rafe Cameron, right?”

“Yeah, let’s keep this short. I better not see or hear you talking to my wife again, do you hear me? I don’t give a shit what happened.”

Rafe continues shortly, “And keep your fucking hands to yourself, if I find out you touched my either of my daughters again, I swear to God himself I’ll put you under.”

The two men are holding eye contact, one looks with confidence and borderline rage, while the other looks with fear.

Rafe walks down the bleachers, meeting you and your girls.

“You were amazing out there sweetheart!” Rafe smiles while pulling Stacy into a bear hug.

“Jesus dad, you’re crushing me!” Stacy laughs with a slight wheeze.

Rafe ruffles her hair and puts his arm around your neck.

“All good to go?”

You nod your head, and with that, the four of you begin to walk to Rafe’s parked car.

Rafe realizes that this isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on at a soccer game, or anywhere in fact. And this definitely won’t be the last.

Cause everybody’s in love with Stacy’s mom.

[etrrrnal]

I need friends sm :(

[liwinly]

CRUSH.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKiNG !

───── Flustered glances, stolen hoodies, and a love long overdue.

MORE ( 1000 ) . Fluff , romance , comedy . ✶ second-hand embarrassment , mild awkwardness , overthinking

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Riki Nishimura wasn’t exactly smooth. In fact, when it came to you, he was the complete opposite — awkward, fidgety, and incapable of forming a coherent sentence without tripping over his own words.

Which was unfortunate for him, considering you were now his assigned partner for a project.

“This is bad,” he muttered under his breath as he shuffled toward your table.

You looked up. “Did you say something?”

“N-No.” He sat down a little too quickly, knocking over his pencil case in the process. As he scrambled to pick everything up, you just watched, amused.

“Relax, it’s just a project,” you said, leaning your chin on your hand.

Riki’s ears turned pink. “Right. Just a project.”

You both decided to meet at his house after school to work on the assignment.

“So, what should we pick?” you asked, flipping through the list of possible topics. “Something cool, like airplanes?”

“Socks,” Riki blurted out.

You blinked. “Socks?”

He cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah. Think about it. They’re an essential part of everyday life. They keep your feet warm, prevent blisters —”

You gave him a look. “You’re passionate about this.”

“I just think they’re underappreciated,” he mumbled.

You laughed. “Fine. Socks it is.”

At some point during the study session, you got cold.

“Do you have a blanket?” you asked, rubbing your arms.

Riki stood up and wordlessly grabbed his hoodie from his chair, holding it out to you.

You hesitated. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, looking everywhere but at you.

Smiling, you pulled it on, the fabric engulfing you instantly. “Wow, this is comfortable.”

Riki swallowed. Hard. Seeing you in his hoodie did something weird to his brain — something he wasn’t prepared for.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, voice slightly strained. “It’s, um, warm.”

You tilted your head. “Are you okay?”

“Water,” he blurted before standing up and leaving the room.

You stared after him, confused.

By the next day, people had started to notice.

“You wore his hoodie?” Sunoo asked, grinning.

“It was cold,” you replied simply.

Sunoo elbowed Riki, who was pretending to be very invested in his lunch. “Dude. You let her wear your hoodie?”

Riki choked on his drink. “So what?”

Sunoo smirked. “So, when’s the wedding?”

You laughed, while Riki groaned and covered his face.

Later that week, Riki finally did something about it.

You were working on the project at the library when he suddenly spoke.

“I like you.”

You looked up. “What?”

He cleared his throat, looking determined despite the redness creeping up his neck. “I like you. And I don’t want to just be your project partner. Or your friend who lets you wear his hoodies. I wanna be more than that.”

You blinked, taking in his words. Then, slowly, you smiled.

“Took you long enough.”

Riki blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I like you too, dummy.”

For a second, he didn’t move. Then, his entire face lit up. “Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

Riki exhaled, like he had been holding his breath for weeks. “Okay. Wow. Cool. So… would you wanna go on a date?”

You grinned. “I’d love to.”

And just like that, the boy who could barely talk to you without stuttering finally got his words right.

Lily's note. *sigh* YEAH, IK IT'S ANOTHER RIKI ONE OK BUTTTT ITS FOR MY GORGEOUS WIFE @puma-riki (ilyyyyy) it's kinda rushed but I hope yall still enjoy it hehe <3

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Stay, please.

✧ summary: Bakugo has night terrors and puts aside his pride.

✧ genre: fluff, mentions of night terrors, established relationship, reader has a dream quirk

✧ paring: bakugo/gn!reader

✧ a/n: Hello! I hope you guys enjoyed this short little drabble I did! I couldn’t sleep so this is what I wrote instead. Please feel free to give me any requests or comments! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

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It was well past midnight when Y/N’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. They had just fallen asleep after a long day of training at U.A., and the sudden interruption made them groggily reach for their phone.

The screen lit up with a simple message from Bakugo:

"Come over. Now."

Y/N frowned, blinking in confusion. Bakugo usually wasn’t one to ask for help, much less at this hour. They quickly typed back, trying to shake off the sleepiness.

"Is everything okay? You need something?"

The response was immediate, and not typical for Bakugo.

"I said come over."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. Something felt off. They quickly threw on a hoodie and slipped out of their dorm room, heading towards Bakugo's. When they arrived, the door was slightly ajar. He wasn’t the type to let anyone into his space without permission, which made Y/N feel uneasy. They pushed the door open gently, stepping inside.

The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlights outside. Bakugo was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking disheveled. His usual confident posture was replaced with one of exhaustion and distress. His hands were clenched into tight fists on his thighs, his breathing shallow. Y/N hesitated for a moment, before walking quietly towards him. “Kats?” they called softly, using his nickname in a way that felt familiar, comforting. “What’s going on?”

He didn’t answer at first. His eyes were wide, the pupils dilated in a way that spoke of a terror he couldn’t escape. His body trembled slightly, and Y/N recognized the signs of someone who had just experienced a nightmare. Or rather... night terrors.

Bakugo’s jaw clenched. “Don’t call me that.” His voice was rough, but there was a vulnerability beneath it that Y/N had never heard before. He looked up at them, and for the first time, his usual bravado was gone. “I… can’t sleep. I keep seeing… things.” Y/N felt a pang of sympathy. “Nightmares?” They sat next to him on the bed, not sure how to help but knowing they had to be there.

“Night terrors,” Bakugo corrected in a strained voice. “It’s different. They’re real, Y/N. I can’t control it. I—” He broke off, shaking his head, clearly frustrated with himself. “I need you here.”

Y/N reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “I’m here. You’re not alone, Kat.” They softened their tone, speaking with quiet sincerity. “You don’t have to go through this by yourself.”

Bakugou’s gaze flickered down to their hand, then back up to their face, his expression unreadable. For a moment, there was a long silence. He looked like he was about to say something, but then he exhaled sharply, clearly holding back.“I hate this. I’m not some weakling who needs coddling,” Bakugou muttered, his pride warring with his vulnerability. “I just... I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Y/N squeezed his arm reassuringly. “You’re not weak, Kacchan. You’re allowed to have bad nights. We all are. I’m here to help. Just let me stay with you, okay?”

Bakugo let out a low grunt, but he didn’t pull away. “ Let me watch over your dreams,,is that alright?” There was a silence between them for a moment before he quietly gave them permission. Bakugo would be lying if he wasn’t nervous to let them have control like that. The power to control one’s dreams or nightmares in this case. To be in his head while he was asleep. Vulnerable. He leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes for a moment, as if the weight of the day—of everything—had finally caught up with him.

Y/N stayed close, their presence a steady comfort as they both sat there in silence. After a few moments, Bakugo opened his eyes again, looking at Y/N with a soft intensity that was almost foreign to him. “Stay… please,” he whispered, his voice uncharacteristically small.

Y/N smiled gently. “I’ll stay as long as you need me.”

For the rest of the night, Y/N remained by Bakugo’s side. Watching his dreams only when necessary, offering quiet reassurance when his breath quickened or his body tensed with fear. They held his hand, just as much for their own comfort as for his, and helped him ride out the storm of his nightmares to the best of their abilities.

As dawn’s first light filtered through the curtains, Bakugo’s breathing finally slowed, his grip on Y/N’s hand loosening as he drifted into a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

Y/N watched him, a small smile playing at the corners of their lips. The fierce, proud Bakugo, the one who rarely showed weakness, had let them in. They would be there whenever he needed them, no matter what.

They closed their eyes, content to simply be in his presence. They both needed this, even if neither of them had known it until now.

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