#joys of parenthood ✨

[graspingremlinhands]

Godzilla and Ghidorah as parent be like:

San(Ghidorah): GUYS GUYS THE BABY IS NOT BREATHING!!! Godzilla: San, that's a rock, the baby is over here on my side. San: Ok ok, goodnight everybody. (5 minutes later) San: GUYS SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THE BABY! Ni: DIPSHIT THE BABY IS SLEEPING OVER THERE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!

[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 33/33 ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! NO Smut but BIG TRIGGER WARNING, Language, Ben being hurt, Reader being hurt, soft Ben, sad Ben - it´s a fucking mess

Word Count: 4627

A/N: This is part 33 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The baby's room was a testament to Ben's dedication and love. Together, you had spent countless hours painting, decorating, and arranging every detail with care. As you walked around the room, your heart swelled with a mixture of pride and anticipation.

The soft gray walls provided a calming backdrop, while colorful accents added warmth and personality to the space. A cozy crib stood in one corner, adorned with plush toys and fluffy blankets, ready to welcome your little one into the world.

On the opposite wall, a small dresser and changing table offered practicality and convenience.

As you ran your hand over the smooth surface of the crib, a wave of emotion washed over you. Soon, this room would be filled with the laughter and cries of your precious baby, a thought that filled you with joy and excitement.

Despite the early stage of your pregnancy, seeing the room take shape helped solidify the reality of the new life growing inside you.

For both of you, it was a way to channel your excitement and anticipation, turning the abstract concept of parenthood into something concrete and tangible. Each brushstroke of paint, each carefully chosen decoration, was a step closer to embracing the future as parents.

Sitting in the rocking chair, you gazed out of the window, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains casting a warm, comforting light in the room.

The rhythmic motion of the rocking chair was soothing, lulling you into a state of peaceful reflection. As you traced gentle circles on your belly, you couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of new life, feeling a profound sense of connection to the tiny being nestled within you.

"You know", you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "your daddy's been working so hard to get everything ready for you. He's been painting and building furniture, all to make this room perfect for when you arrive".

Your hand gently caressed the curve of your belly as you spoke, a tender smile gracing your lips. "And me? Well, I've been trying my best to take care of you, making sure you're safe and healthy in there".

As you spoke, you felt a faint flutter against your palm.

"And let me tell you about your dad", you continued with a playful smirk, "he's a big tough guy, but deep down, he's a total softie when it comes to you. I've caught him talking to my belly more times than I can count, telling you stories and making all sorts of promises".

You chuckled softly at Ben's earnest attempts to bond with the baby. "He's going to be the best dad, even if he does have a habit of burning eggs in the kitchen".

As you spoke, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for Ben. You knew that beneath his tough guy act, he had a heart of gold, especially when it came to you and your baby.

"And you know what else?", you continued with a mischievous grin, "he's absolutely terrified of changing diapers. I swear, every time I mention it, he gets this deer-in-the-headlights look. But don't worry, little one, we'll figure it out together".

"I can't wait to meet you", you whispered, your words filled with love and longing. "We're going to be a family, and I promise to love you more than anything in this world".

You rose from the rocking chair with a gentle sigh, feeling a bit restless and in need of some fresh air. Slipping out of the baby's room, you made your way downstairs and towards the front door. The sun was shining brightly outside, promising a pleasant walk through the neighborhood.

Missing Ben, you decided to head to Vought Tower. The familiar route felt comforting, and soon enough, you found yourself stepping into the sleek, imposing building. You made your way up to his office, greeting a few familiar faces along the way.

Once there, you discovered Ben was in a meeting, so you settled down on the couch in his office. The faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. You smiled, feeling a sense of closeness despite his physical absence.

As you waited, you absentmindedly stroked your bump, your thoughts drifting to the life you were building together.

Suddenly the door to Ben's office burst open with a loud thud. Ben stormed in, followed closely by Butcher, their heated argument filling the room.

"I can't believe you’re still against fucking killing him, Butcher!", Ben snarled, his face contorted with frustration. "Keeping Homelander captive is a ticking time bomb. He fucking needs to be put down once and for all".

Butcher rolled his eyes, his own anger simmering just beneath the surface. "I've told you before, Soldier Boy, we need him alive for now. There’s too much we don’t know. We can use him as leverage".

Ben's eyes flashed with fury as he paced the room, his hands clenched into fists. "Leverage? You think that psychopath is going to be anyone's fucking leverage? He´s a fucking piece of shit!".

Butcher stepped closer. "And you think going in guns blazing is the answer? This needs to be strategic, not a bloodbath".

Ben’s anger was palpable, and for a moment, you feared he might lash out physically. But then his eyes landed on you, and his expression softened slightly. "What the fuck are you doing here?", he asked, his voice still edged with irritation, but with a hint of concern creeping in.

Butcher couldn’t resist adding his own commentary, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like someone brought their distraction to work today”, he said, his tone laced with amusement.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as Butcher’s teasing remark earned a sharp glare from Ben.

Before things could escalate further, you decided to intervene, hoping to diffuse the situation. “I just missed you”, you said, trying to keep your tone light. “And I was kinda bored”.

Ben’s gaze softened as it shifted to your belly, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "You shouldn’t be wandering around on your own", he said, his voice tinged with worry. "Especially not with everything going on".

Butcher seemed to sense the change in atmosphere, offering a gruff nod before making his exit. "Fine, fine", he muttered, rolling his eyes as he left the office, leaving you and Ben alone once again.

With Butcher gone, Ben turned his full attention back to you, his expression softening as he approached. "C´mere", he said, his voice gentle as he guided you towards the couch.

Ben's grumpiness seemed to melt away as he gently pushed you down onto the couch, his body weight pressing against yours. With tender care, he lifted your sweatshirt, exposing your bare little baby bump, and began placing soft kisses along its surface.

Your cheeks flushed with warmth as Ben continued to pepper your belly with kisses. With each tender touch of his lips, you felt a surge of affection and adoration for the man beside you.

In a soft, murmured voice, barely above a whisper, Ben expressed his love. "I love you so fucking much", he mumbled against your skin, his words filled with emotion and sincerity.

Ben's hands gently cradled your growing bump, his touch both protective and loving. As he looked up at you, his eyes were filled with a mixture of tenderness and awe.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, his expression reflecting the depth of his love to you and your unborn child. With a soft sigh, you reached out to caress his hair, your heart swelling with affection for the man who meant everything to you.

Passion ignited between you as Ben pressed his lips to yours, his kiss filled with longing and desire. With your legs spread beneath him, you welcomed him closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you as your lips moved together in a fervent dance of love and need. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you.

But Annie's abrupt entrance shattered the moment, her voice cutting through the air with urgency. "Ben, we need your help!", she yelled, her words punctuated by the sounds of chaos and commotion from outside the office. The urgency in her tone sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through both you and Ben, snapping you out of the intimate bubble you had been enveloped in just moments before.

Ben's demeanor shifted instantly, his focus shifting from you to the chaos unfolding outside the office. With a commanding tone, he ordered, "Stay here", his voice tinged with urgency as the noise escalated and the sound of shattering glass filled the air. You nodded in response, watching as Ben hurried out of the room, his expression grim with determination.

Annie's voice cut through the chaos, her tone urgent as she relayed the situation to Ben. "It's Homelander", she shouted over the noise, her eyes wide with alarm. "And he seems to be on V!".

Ben's jaw tightened with determination as he took in the gravity of the situation. "Stay close", he instructed Annie, his voice firm as he prepared to confront the threat head-on. "We need to take him down before he causes any more damage".

Ben cursed under his breath as he surveyed the scene before him, his eyes narrowing with rage at the sight of the shattered lobby, the injured and screaming people, and the few who lay motionless on the ground, their lives already lost.

Butcher peered out from behind a metal door, his expression a mix of exhaustion and amusement as he glanced at Soldier Boy. "Well, looks like it's another day in paradise, eh?", he quipped, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Who knew babysitting superheroes would be so much fun?".

As Ben dodged another piece of debris hurtling towards him, he muttered under his breath, his voice tense with frustration. "How the fuck did Homelander manage to escape?".

The chaos around them made it difficult to think clearly, but Ben knew they needed to act fast to contain the situation before it spiraled further out of control. With Homelander on V, the stakes were higher than ever, and every second counted in their efforts to bring him down.

As Homelander made his way towards the elevators, Ben cursed under his breath, his jaw clenched with determination. "We can't let him get away", he muttered, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene for any sign of the rogue supe.

With a sense of urgency driving him forward, Ben pushed through the panicked crowd, his focus squarely on intercepting Homelander before he could wreak any more havoc. Time was of the essence, and failure was not an option.

Butcher's grumble mixed with frustration and exhaustion as he observed the elevator doors closing. "Bloody hell, he's probably hunting for you", he muttered towards Ben, his tone dripping with irritation.

Ben's frustration erupted into a string of curses as he realized the danger you might be in. "Fuck", he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos of the lobby. "We need to get upstairs, now!".

Annie's frustration boiled over as they raced up the stairs, her voice sharp with anger. "Where the fuck is A-Train when we need him?", she cursed, her words punctuated by the sound of their hurried footsteps echoing in the stairwell.

As they sprinted up the stairs with all their might, the sense of urgency weighing heavily upon them, the reality of their limitations became painfully clear. Despite their superhuman abilities, they were still too slow to catch up with Homelander.

Your heart raced as the door slammed open, but your anticipation turned to fear as Homelander strode into the room. Before you could react, his strong grip closed around your throat, pressing you against the wall with alarming force.

Your breath caught in your throat as Homelander's grip tightened, cutting off your air supply. Struggling to speak, you choked out a raspy plea for mercy, but his furious glare told you that he wasn't in the mood for leniency.

"Where is he?", he growled, his voice reverberating with anger. "Tell me, or I'll crush you like a bug!".

"I-I don't know", you managed to gasp out, your voice strained and hoarse. But Homelander's eyes narrowed with suspicion, and he shook you roughly, demanding answers. All you could do was gasp for air, your vision starting to blur as darkness crept in at the edges.

Within seconds, Ben rushing towards Homelander. The rest of the team followed closely behind him, their expressions a mix of concern and readiness for battle.

"Get your fucking hands off!", Ben roared, his voice laced with fury as he confronted Homelander head-on. But Homelander only tightened his grip on you, a menacing sneer twisting his features.

"I'll snap her little neck if you come any fucking closer!", Homelander threatened, his voice dripping with malice as he glared at Ben.

But Ben didn't falter, his gaze locked on yours with unwavering determination. "You touch her, and I swear I'll fucking tear you apart", he growled, his fists trembling with restrained rage.

Homelander's lips curled into a twisted smirk as he observed the scene before him, his grip on you tightening even further. "Looks like you've got yourself in quite the predicament, Soldier Boy", he taunted, his voice laced with amusement as he watched Ben's furious reaction.

You struggled to gasp for air, your vision blurring as the lack of oxygen threatened to overwhelm you. Homelander's mocking words only added to your fear, and you prayed that Ben would find a way to save you before it was too late.

Ben's voice cut through the tension like a knife, his words dripping with barely contained rage as he stepped forward. "Let her go", he growled, his eyes flashing with a deadly intensity. "Or I fucking swear, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your miserable life."

Homelander's smirk widened into a sinister grin as he reveled in the power he held over both you and Ben. "Oh, I don't think so, Soldier Boy", he retorted, his voice oozing with malice. "I have plans for our little reunion, and you're not going to ruin them".

You could feel your strength fading, the world around you growing dim as you struggled to remain conscious.

Homelander's cruel laughter echoed through the room as he taunted Ben, his words laced with disdain. "You know what, since you asked so nicely", he sneered. Without warning, he slammed you against the nearest wall with terrifying force, the impact sending shockwaves of pain coursing through your body.

As darkness closed in around you, you felt a wave of dizziness overwhelm you, your consciousness slipping away as the world faded into blackness.

With a primal scream of "No!", Ben's heart skipped a beat, his worst fears unfolding before his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, fueled by a surge of pure rage and desperation, he charged towards Homelander, his chest beginning to glow with an otherworldly intensity.

Meanwhile, Butcher sprang into action with lightning speed, his focus solely on rescuing you. He swiftly reached your unconscious and bloodied form, scooping you up in his arms before darting away from the chaotic scene.

As seconds dwindled down to the inevitable explosion, Ben made a split-second decision. With a primal roar, he launched himself at Homelander, their bodies colliding with bone-crushing force as they crashed through the nearest window, hurtling out of the building and into the open air.

Ben detonated in a blinding flash of light, the force of the explosion rippled through the air, shattering windows and sending shockwaves reverberating through the city streets. In that moment of fiery destruction, every trace of V within Homelander's body was obliterated, leaving him powerless and vulnerable once more.

As Homelander attempted to scramble to his feet, Ben swiftly tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath his formidable strength. With a primal rage burning within him, Ben unleashed a relentless barrage of blows, each strike of his shield raining down with bone-crushing force upon Homelander's defenseless form.

The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed through the air as Ben's fury consumed him, each strike driven by a primal instinct to protect you and exact vengeance upon the one who dared to harm you. With each blow, Homelander's resistance faltered, his once invincible facade crumbling beneath the relentless onslaught. With a sickening crunch, Homelander's body fell limp, lifeless beneath Ben's victorious wrath.

Meanwhile butcher brought you to the hospital of vought, Annie following him quickly. Annie's urgency was evident as she reached out, grabbing Butcher's wrist in a desperate attempt to gain his attention. "Butcher, she's…", she began, her voice fraught with concern.

But Butcher cut her off with a terse nod, his expression grim as he met her gaze. "Pregnant, I know", he replied, his tone clipped and resolute.

Without wasting another moment, Annie led Butcher towards your doctor, her sense of urgency palpable as she handed you over swiftly, ensuring that you received the immediate medical attention you needed.

As the medical team rushed you towards the operating room, panic gripped the air, the urgency of the situation evident in their hurried movements. Doctors and nurses swarmed around you, their voices blending together in a chaotic symphony of commands and reassurances.

Butcher and Annie watched helplessly from the sidelines, their faces etched with concern as they observed the flurry of activity surrounding your unconscious form. Despite their own fears and uncertainties, they remained steadfast, determined to do whatever it took to ensure your safety.

Annie's surprise was evident as she turned to Butcher, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "How the hell did you know she´s pregnant?".

Butcher shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze steady as he met Annie's incredulous stare. "I pay fucking attention", he replied bluntly, his tone leaving no room for further questions.

Annie's voice cut through the tension, her words tinged with urgency as she turned to Butcher. "I'm going to find Soldier Boy", she declared, her determination evident in her tone. "We need his blood for (Y/N)".

Butcher nodded grimly, his jaw clenched with worry, while Annie darted off, disappearing into the chaos of the tower in search of Soldier Boy.

Butcher's heart sank as he stood outside the operating room, his gaze fixed on the flurry of activity inside. Despite the doctors' efforts, he could hear the ominous rhythm of your heartbeat, irregular and weak. He knew that the odds were stacked against you.

Your injuries were severe—broken bones, internal bleeding, and the trauma inflicted by Homelander had taken its toll. The fact that you were still clinging to life was nothing short of miraculous.

Butcher clenched his fists, his mind racing with a mixture of anger and helplessness. He wanted to storm into the room and demand that the doctors do more, but he knew there was nothing more they could do. All he could do was stand there, waiting, praying for a miracle.

Ben's heart clenched as he burst into the operating room seconds later, his eyes fixed on your pale, unconscious form lying on the table. Covered in Homelander's blood, his own wounds forgotten in the urgency of the moment, he strode forward with purpose.

"No!", he barked, his voice echoing off the sterile walls of the room. "Don't touch her!".

The doctors and nurses turned to look at him, surprise and confusion evident in their eyes. But Ben's gaze was unwavering as he approached the table, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination.

With a steady hand, Ben inserted a needle into his arm, drawing his own blood. His eyes remained fixed on you, his expression a mixture of fear, determination, and desperation. The room fell silent as the doctors and nurses watched, their hands poised but hesitant, ready to intervene if necessary.

Carefully, Ben injected his blood into your system, his movements precise yet urgent. With each drop that flowed into your veins, his heart clenched tighter, his mind racing with a torrent of thoughts and emotions.

"I've got you", he murmured softly, his voice barely a whisper amidst the tension of the room. "Just hold on, Baby. Please…".

Ben's heart clenched with each passing moment, his gaze fixed on you, the love of his life, lying so still on the operating table. The beeping of the machines monitoring your vital signs echoed in the room.

As he watched your heartbeat falter, Ben felt a surge of panic grip his chest. In that moment, it felt as though his own heart had stopped beating. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving only you and the desperate need to save you.

With trembling hands, he continued to infuse his blood into your veins, willing it to reach every part of your body, to breathe life back into you. Each second felt like an eternity as he waited for a sign, any sign, that you would pull through.

"I can't lose you", he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with anguish. "Please, (Y/N), don't leave me…".

The sound of the monitor's alarm pierced through the tension-filled silence like a knife, sending a jolt of fear coursing through Ben's veins. His heart sank as he watched the flatline on the screen, the stark reality of the situation hitting him like a sledgehammer.

"No…", he whispered. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt a surge of desperation wash over him. He couldn't lose you, not like this.

Frantically, he leaned over you, his hands trembling as he searched for any sign of life. He pressed his ear against your chest, praying for the faintest whisper of a heartbeat, but there was nothing.

Panic consumed him as he realized that time was slipping away, that every second mattered. With a sense of determination, he began to administer CPR, his movements desperate and frantic as he fought to bring you back from the brink.

"Come on, Baby", he pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. "Don't you fucking dare leaving me!".

As Ben continued to administer CPR, his hands working with a mixture of desperation and determination. Despite the risk of exacerbating your injuries, he pressed on, each compression accompanied by a silent plea for your return to consciousness.

With every compression, he prayed for a response, a sign that you were fighting to come back to him.

And then, as if by some miracle, he felt the faint flutter of a heartbeat beneath his fingers.

Relief flooded through him, mingled with a sense of disbelief and gratitude. He didn't dare to hope too much, knowing that you were still in critical condition, but the fact that your heart was beating again was a small victory in itself.

Gently, he cradled your battered body in his arms, his voice choked with emotion as he whispered words of encouragement and reassurance. "That's it, (Y/N)", he murmured, his lips brushing against your forehead. "Stay with me. You're going to be okay…".

As Ben continued to infuse you with his blood, he watched with a mixture of relief and apprehension as your heartbeat grew stronger and your injuries began to heal.

Though the process was agonizingly slow, Ben remained by your side, his gaze never leaving your face as he willed you to keep fighting.

The seconds stretched into minutes.

Ben remained steadfast at your side, his heart racing with every beat of yours. The team stood outside the room, anxiously awaiting any signs of improvement. The doctors and nurses hovered around, their expertise focused on monitoring your vital signs and assisting Ben in any way they could.

For over an hour, Ben continued to infuse you with his blood, his determination unwavering as he watched your wounds slowly close and your injuries begin to heal. But still, you remained unconscious.

As the last drop of his blood flowed into your veins, Ben felt a sense of exhaustion wash over him, both physically and emotionally drained from the ordeal.

Ben pulled the needle away. Before he could stand straight, the dizziness overwhelmed him. The massive explosion and the blood loss were too much, even for him.

Butcher reacted quickly, catching Ben before he could collapse to the ground. The weight of his body felt heavy in Butcher's arms as he struggled to keep Ben upright. With a grunt of effort, he managed to support Ben's weight, his own exhaustion evident as he steadied himself against the nearby wall.

"Easy there, mate", Butcher muttered, his voice strained with fatigue. "You did good. Now let's get you sorted".

Ben's head swam with dizziness as he leaned heavily against Butcher, his vision blurring at the edges.

Hours later, Ben awoke in a hospital bed next to yours. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the grogginess. The sight of you lying still beside him sent a jolt of panic through his chest. He quickly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, but another wave of dizziness hit him, forcing him to grip the bed's edge for support.

Butcher and Annie, who had been sitting on the couch, quickly stood up. "Whoa, take it slow there", Butcher said, moving towards Ben. "You’re no use to anyone if you keel over again".

Annie nodded in agreement, her expression a mix of concern and exhaustion. "You need to rest, Ben. You’ve done everything you could".

Ben shook his head stubbornly, his eyes locked on you. "I need to be with her", he muttered, his voice rough. "I can’t just lie here".

Butcher sighed, placing a hand on Ben’s shoulder to steady him. "You’re no good to her if you pass out again. Sit down".

Ben reluctantly sank back onto the edge of his bed, his gaze never leaving your still form. "Is she going to be okay?", he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in his tone stark and raw.

Annie stepped closer, her eyes soft with empathy. "She’s stable for now. Your blood saved her, Ben. She just needs time to heal".

Anyway, Ben slowly walked over to your bed, his steps heavy and his body still covered in blood. He gently brushed a strand of hair off your face, his fingers trembling.

He waited for a few minutes, the fear of what would follow was too great.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, focusing his super hearing, desperate to hear the heartbeat of his child. But as the silence stretched on, a cold dread settled in his chest. There was no second heartbeat.

Butcher and Annie exchanged worried glances, sensing the shift in Ben’s demeanor. The realization hit Ben like a physical blow.

“Ben…”, Annie began, her voice soft and cautious, tears in her eyes.

Ben shook his head, not ready to hear the words. "No", he whispered, his voice breaking. "No, it can’t be…".

Butcher stepped forward, placing a hand on Ben’s shoulder, his usually harsh demeanor softening slightly. "Come on, Ben”.

...to be continued. -> here is the prequel "His second exception"

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A/N: ALRIGHT!

Please… don't hate me. I know, I know. It's a fucking lot.

I can imagine this all seems rushed and too fast, but I'll be honest, I just wanted to get this horrible thing over with.

But! We are far from finished.

Since HOE has a whopping 33 chapters and fucking 164.396 words, there will be a second part, second ´Book` if u will. It will pick up exactly where we left off. Without a time jump or anything like that. The first three chapters are already done and I can´t wait to share them with you.

I promise we will be happy again🥰

Please let me know what you think <3 But pls don´t hurt my feelings too much. HOE is my Baby after all ._.

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Hello lovies! Someone over on my YouTube wanted me to upload Maeve's House so here it is! I built this house for my Joy of Life legacy series on You Tube and it is a bakery and a house. This build only has the kitchen and a bathroom furnished in it.

*If you want this build to be functional you can use the live in business mod*

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Do you mind doing a cute bokukiri fluff, they are just chilling with eachother cause bokugo and kirishima had a long day out saving people. ✨

Ack!! I'd LOVE to do this, thank you for requesting!! I am currently working on a KiriBaku/Bakushima one-shot collection that I plan to release in the New Year, so this will be perfect!! I will admit I am more of a sucker for angst, but we all need a lil fluff in our lives...shall we make it Christmas themed? ✨

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His fingers are slow to move as he scrolls through their previous messages. This had to be the spot. Right? Looking around, he makes note of the street names and the landmarks surrounding them. Everything should be correct. He patrolled the city streets and even chased down the occasional villain through the winding paths.

Snowflakes melt against the glow of the phone's cracked screen. Making a mental note to get it replaced soon, the hero quickly rubs the phone against his pant leg before pocketing it. As breath crystallizes with each puff, he watches the snow globe of a world in search of a pair of warm cinnamon eyes. Children tug their relatives' coat sleeves, desperate to show them the toys they want from Saint Nicholas. Street vendors sit patiently with rosy cheeks and smiles warm enough to combat the frigid breeze. Performers on nearly every corner participate in friendly competition for an audience and a few extra yen in their pocket. Whimsical shades of reds, greens, white, and even cheery hues of blue and yellow decorate every surface. Trees are easily mistaken for twisted candy canes. Street lights glow and illuminate the snowflakes to be mistaken for pixie dust against the harsh night sky.

But no matter where he looks, he can't find him.

With a huff, he folds his arms over his chest to block out the cold that nips at him.

"Miri! Come back here," someone calls.

A small hand tugs on his hero costume. When he finds out who it's attached to. He smiles warmly at the little girl behind him. Pink cheeks and nose are pinched by Jack Frost, but it doesn't freeze the sweet beam she gives him.

Kneeling to be eye-level, he ignores the snow that soaks his knee and sends goose flesh throughout his body even more. "Well, who might you be, kid?"

"I'm Miri Unasaka! I'm also the biggest fan of you, Mr!"

He ruffles her hair as her parents finally catch up to her. "Damn, how'd she get so fast?" the man with black hair and tired eyes grumbles. "Holy hell, Miri, don't run off like that."

"Rei! I told you to watch your words with Miri," the other man spoke. His rusty eyes didn't match the pair he was searching for.

"Cut the crap, Kazuki. It wasn't like you were any better when you stubbed your pinkie toe," Rei snaps.

Kazuki pouts as Miri laughs. "That was different..."

He scoops up Miri and hands her to Kazuki, who hugs her dearly. "Thank you! We almost lost her, and it would've broken my heart if we got into the wrong hands."

Rei nods. "Yeah, thanks."

Miri ways vigorously as they walk in the same direction as where they came from. "Bye-bye, Mr. Red!"

He chuckles. The kids are so cute, in his opinion. Their little chubby cheeks and fingers, always eager to grab something, never fail to make him grin. The impulsivity of youth would make for a lifetime of adventures, much more satisfactory compared to the hero missions he takes. Alas, he'll never be able to experience the joys of parenthood. His life is too dangerous, and he would never want to risk such trauma to a child.

"Mr. Red, huh? Should I try using that when we're on patrols, Eijirou?"

Eijirou whips around and throws his arms around the man behind him. He can recognize that voice from anywhere. Especially the soft curse that slips past his teeth when Eijirou squeezes him tight. "Katsuki! What took you so long?"

When they pull away, allowing room for the puffs of steam to mingle between their lips, Bakugou kisses Eijirou's temple, warming his core. "I got you something to warm you up. It's colder than a witch's tit out here."

Eijirou snorts at the remark and accepts the warm drink. "Thank you."

Bakugou grunts as he takes a sip from his own cup.

The taste of smooth caramel and crunchy salt mingle on his tongue as a splash of the chocolate beverage singes his tongue. Eijirou quickly swallows to prevent further damage. But he ends up putting himself through a coughing fit as the drink burns the rest of his throat. "Hot," he croaks.

He tosses his head back with a laugh. "That's why you blow on it, idiot," Bakugou smirks. "You'd really think I'd give you something cold...out in this weather? You fucking need all the warmth you can get when walking around practically naked."

Nearly dropping his drink, he gives an over-the-top gasp with the back of his wrist pressing against his forehead. "Oh, how scandalous of me to wear such a revealing hero costume! Whatever shall I do to prevent myself from freezing over?"

Bakugou shakes his head with a beckoning arm. "C'mere, you idiot."

"But I'm your idiot," Eijirou sings while Bakugou wraps his arm around his waist. The insides of his frigid self melt when a low laugh vibrates Bakugou's chest.

"Shut up, Red."

As they savor the taste of hot chocolate, they also enjoy each other's presence in a way nobody else can. Eijirou secretly treasures each possessive touch Bakugou displays, whether it's a firmer grip on his waist when passing through thick crowds, a gentle squeeze and rub along his bicep to ease his chills, and tucking Eijirou even closer against him to prevent him from straying—not that he even would in the first place. Eijirou knows how much Bakugou cares for him, and he knows how much Eijirou cares for him. Plunging down into the spiraling depths of the Earth just to put a smile on his lips is a mere start for all the things Eijirou would do for the man beside him.

They are almost at the train station until someone twists their head and cries, "Ground Zero! Oh, oh! Look, it's Red Riot with Ground Zero!"

Murmurings spread, and heads began to swivel. In most cases, people don't tend to care that the second and fifteenth heroes are seen together. They run an agency together, after all. However, whenever the occasional fan calls out to them, it sparks something in the other bystanders, and they realize that heroes straight from comic books tread the same streets that they do. Unfortunately, Eijirou is too much of a push-over for meet-and-greets. Whereas Bakugou takes any opportunity possible to prevent being trapped by the adoring masses.

"Riot! Riot! Please have my babies!"

"Ground Zero, give us a smile!"

"Show us a cool explosion!"

"Hey, I was here first. Red Riot, Ground Zero, can you please sign my forehead? Or just anywhere?"

Eijirou yelps when Katsuki throws him over his shoulder. "What the—"

His voice is ripped from his throat with a silent scream and clenched teeth. An explosion launches them both into the air. Bakugou fires blast after weak blast to prevent damage yet keep them both safe from the people.

"Holy—oh my God, Kats—Holy shit!" Eijirou gasps, watching the clamoring people scramble for their phones. The citizens grow smaller and smaller while the pair blast higher and higher into the sky. His stomach flips as his heart leaps into his throat. Clutching tight enough onto Bakugou's costume for Eijirou's fingers to ache, he screws his eyes shut, rambling various pleas to not be dropped and for them to not plummet to their deaths. He manages a trembling pout when Bakugou emits a cruel laugh.

"It's not funny," he exclaims, clamping harder onto the pro-hero. "Warn me next time, asshole! You know I hate to be up in the air without warning."

"Eiji, we landed three minutes ago."

"What?"

"Good-fucking-grief, are you the deaf one now? I said—"

He peels an eye open only to be greeted with Bakugou's back profile and mounds of snow blanketing the cement roofing. The roof? Are we on top of the agency? Eijirou extracts himself from Bakugou, confirming his suspicions when his boots crunch against undisturbed snow. He's about to rant about ignoring the sweet fans but is promptly silenced with a kiss.

"Finally got you all to myself for once," he smirks, cupping Eijirou's face. It's a little awkward with his massive gauntlets in the way, but he appreciates the gesture. "Stupid bastards don't know when to leave people be."

"Well, we are what most might consider celebrities," Eijirou grins against another kiss.

He licks his lips, avid to kiss and be kissed breathless—senseless, even—in the frigid cold as snowflakes settle like dust in their hair and lashes. But Bakugou pulls away, tugging Eijirou's wrist, leading him to the door. "'S fucking cold out here. C'mon."

The door creaks open and shuts with a sharp ka-chunk! Bakugou keeps a firm grip on Eijirou, even after they step onto a random floor and await the next elevator to bring them the rest of the distance. The thick fabric works quickly in heating his hand, leaving Eijirou to wonder how much explosive sweat is collecting in Bakugou's palms and leaking into his gauntlets. He doesn't mind it, yet Bakugou must have sensed something because he pulled away. "Need to drop off my gear, then I'll take you home."

Eijirou laughs as the metal doors slide open. "We live to—"

"Shut up. I'm still going to be the one to take you home. You suck ass when it comes to driving."

He whines and playfully smacks Bakugou's shoulder. "You can't say things like that when you've gotten into more road rage accidents."

"That was one time, Red," he snarls.

"But it was one more time than me!"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Why don't you make me?"

And just like that, hands cage him in the corner of the elevator cart. Cracked lips crush him in a mouth-watering kiss. As if on autopilot, Eijirou digs his hands through Bakugou's hair, pulling him in and deepening the euphoric sensation. Eijirou is definite of one thing in life. It's that he will never grow tiresome to Bakugou's touch.

He giggles as he chases after the feeling, only to be left dry as Bakugou exits the elevator cart. "Don't get greedy, now. It'll be harder to savor you when we get home."

"You sound like you want to eat me," Eijirou cracks up, patting Bakugou's shoulder lovingly before leaning on it for support.

They're in the workshop, boots clanking with faint thumps against the grated floor. Someone flicks on the light, and only the necessary lights flicker with a steady thrum from the generator to follow. Eijirou grins at the memories of ranting about stupid villains as they fix their hero gear. The couple spends more hours in the workshop than they do at home. Bakugou has always been fussy with his equipment, especially. He always shoos Hatsume out whenever he gives the equipment tune-ups. Eijirou had one too many times almost meeting his maker when he'd leave out screws and washers near Bakugou's gear.

"What's so fucking funny?" Bakugou spits, beginning to unclip the gauntlets. The devices hiss and clack as they slowly release his forearms. "Oi!"

Between giggles, Eijirou placed fluttering kisses along Bakugou's working shoulders. "You're just so grumpy today, and teasing you is too easy."

Bakugou tucks away his right gauntlet before working on the left. "The fuck? I am not easy to tease!"

He holds Bakugou even closer than he thought was possible, burying his face into the crook of his neck. "Whatever you say, my little gremlin."

"I'm not some fucking gremlin. I'm also taller than you, so fuck off."

"Sure, sure."

●•●•●•●

The door swishes open, thwacking against the door stop as the hero walks in. Katsuki can't hide his grin, even if it kills him. The joyous sounds from his lover never fail to delight Katsuki.

"Kats! Ack—dude, I...I can wa-oh!" Kirishima cries out as Katsuki sloppily adjusts the bridal-style grip on him. He loops his arms around his neck, clutching onto him like the last buoy in a ruthless sea. "Stop! Stop! You're gonna drop me!" 

Fed up with his complaining, Katsuki pulls Kirishima closer to his face as he kicks the door shut. Their lips meet again for only God knows how many times now. Not bothering to set him down, Katsuki travels to the bedroom and tosses Kirishima on the bed. "How does a bath sound, hm?" Katsuki asks while he finally crouches down to unlace his boots. 

"That'd be fantastic. I had to chase down a villain and ran into a wall they constructed with their quirk." Kirishima laughs, beginning to slip off the winter top of his hero costume.

Katsuki inhales a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Damn, that would've hurt. Did you catch the bitch, at least?" 

While he dresses into pyjamas, Kirishima explains. "Yes, but no—"

"Yes, but no?" Katsuki interrupts, sliding a well-worn shirt over his head. The shirt in question is all black except for a dark red gear printed over the chest with two R's interlocking below it. As much as Katsuki bitches about how much of an eyesore the article is, it's one of the favorite things he owns. 

"Will you let me finish?" Kirishima takes Katsuki walking into the bathroom as a yes. "So, the villain was doing some form of unarmed robbery? It was bizarre. They had civilians trapped in a—a weird box he constructed out of who knows what. I managed to break them out as Jirou and Sero tag-teamed to keep the villain contained, but somehow they got out. Like I said, this dude's quirk was weird. Anyway, we got onto a pursuit on foot, and the bugger threw people at me."

He arches a brow, mixing soap with the warm water in the tub. The water begins to foam as it turns into a deep shade of pink, and the scent of cherries tints the air. "People? Holy shit, Ei."

"I know!" Kirishima says, clearly exasperated at the memory. Katsuki turns away as Kirishima steps into the bathroom and sinks into the bath. Once the noise of movement slows, Katsuki faces him again and works on scrubbing the jell from his hair. "I managed to safely get them out of my way, but didn't pay attention and slammed my face into a massive freaking wall." 

Katsuki barks out a laugh. It grows louder and more powerful when Kirishima throws him a dirty side-eye. "Sorry...sorry, but that's so fucking stupid. Did you at least use your quirk?" 

Knees pull up to Kirishima's chest as he sulks. "No..."

It's a struggle to hold in Katsuki's snort. 

"I managed to catch the dude, and thankfully, Eri was out doing an internship patrol with Toogata. She reversed my injuries, and that was when you messaged me." 

"That's good. Don't want your stupid, cute face to get fucked." Katsuki sighs at Kirishima's faint laughter. He loves it when his boy laughs. Or when he smiles. Anything his Kirishima does puts his heart through loops, strangling itself on its strings. "Anything sore? Need me to use my quirk?"

Kirishima hums in thought. "My neck's still a little tender, and could you?"

He grins, heating his palms just enough to not burn Kirishima. Kirishima groans in relief once Katsuki starts working his digits into his skin. "You do not believe how good that feels, Kats."

 Katsuki snorts. "You little sycophant," he snarks. 

"Hey!" Kirishima protests, going rigid before relaxing again under his touch. "Besides, you have no right to talk when you like being praised." 

Sucking his teeth, Katsuki can't find a way to argue his way out of that one.

After the bath, Katsuki leaves Kirishima to tug on some pyjamas. While waiting, Katsuki scrolls through the movie options and plays an old Christmas movie. He's interrupted when a voice whistles down the stairs, pulling his eyes from the screen. Kirishima grins, displaying his pointed teeth. "Really? Charlie Brown, again?" he asks, taking his hands from his pockets. 

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki takes in Kirishima's choice of clothing. He only wears gaudy candy-red pants. Simple patterns like white deer, snowflakes, and fir trees. "You really need to burn that abomination," Katsuki chuckles.

Kirishima shrugs and flops onto the couch, snuggling close to Katsuki. "It's not Christmas unless the ugly pyjamas are worn." 

Katsuki huffs when Kirishima begins to pepper his jaw and neck with kisses, unable to reach his lips from their current position. "You sappy dork." He sits up, yanking Kirishima further up onto his lap. "Kiss me properly if you want to pull that shit." 

Lips meet as suspires mingle between them. Katsuki can't get enough of the way Kirishima gasps and hums in delight. Brows furrow as they carry out their little game of chasing each other's mouths, determined to be the one to share the last kiss. Hands card through hair and curl around napes. Noses brush in tandem, fitting like perfect pieces in a perfect puzzle. Everything feels so perfect with Kirishima, and Katsuki refuses to have enough, in constant need of more. 

"Okay! Okay. You—mmnh...win, you win!" Kirishima murmurs between the suffocating dance between them.

Katsuki pulls Kirishima close to his chest and begins to stroke his hair. A proud smile stretches his lips. 

They sit in blissful silence, treasuring one another's silence as they watch the rest of the movie. Whether the yawn that escapes Kirishima's mouth is unfortunate or not, Katsuki can't tell. So he waits to hear another yawn that stretches out much longer than the last. "Tired, Mr. Red?" 

"Shush, we all know it's gonna be Mr. and Mr. Bakugou one day," Kirishima blurts, weary from his long day. 

His heart squeezes at the thought, ears scarlet. Katsuki ignores the comment and continues. "Whatever. Need me to turn off the movie?"

Kirishima curls deeper into Katsuki, shaking his head. "Nah. I'm just—I'm totally..."

Peaceful slumber claims him as Katsuki ruffles his hair with a smile. "Merry Christmas, idiot." 

I like how this came out. Did YOU like how this came out? I tinkered with a new writing style you can probably tell I worst motivation in nearly half-way through, haha!! I am elated that you requested this, dear annon! I'll have this posted on my Wattpad and AO3 accounts in case you ever want an easy access to read them again!! Also, YES I did add a Buddy Daddies cameo, I just finished the anime and needed to get it out of my system before the hyper-fixations set it.

By the way...@ao3-shenanigans, I am slowly but surely working through your request! I've been having a few setbacks and other requests flooding in, but I'll get to it as soon as possible!! Thank you everyone for reading!!

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a get to know me game ✨

tagged by: @kydrogendragon! Thank you for the tag friend!!!

Were you named after anyone?

After the first and only doll my mom had when she was a child.

Do you have kids?

Nope! I don’t think I’m cut out for parenthood.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really now that I think about it! I like the idea of sarcasm but it doesn’t come naturally to me.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

I think their mood, or if they seem receptive to socialise.

What's your eye colour?

I have central hererochromia, which makes my eyes look more brown than they actually are because of the inner ring around my pupils being brown. I think it’s olive? Maybe?

Scary movie or happy ending?

Scary movie with a happy ending….? perhaps…?

Any special talents?

I can sing :)

What are your hobbies?

Drawing and writing! Drawing has been my hobby for all my life, writing is more recent but brings me a lot of joy!

Have any pets?

I think I’m my dog’s human pet at this point. I have two dogs and I absolutely adore them!

What sport do you play/have you played?

I was never very interested in sports. I was good at basketball in middle school because I was taller than other kids at that time, but they kept getting taller and I didn’t. I was a theatre kid too.

How tall are you?

162cm! I think that’s about 5’4”

Favourite subject at school?

Riding the bus back home. Literally nothing to call favourite there lol

Dream job?

Being a musician that doesn’t need to do social media 🙏

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Bringing a tiny human into this world has been a whirlwind of joy, love, and sleepless nights. 🍼 Yet, amidst the beauty of parenthood, there's an unspoken journey—a terrain of internal conflicts and adjustments that sometimes linger in the silence between us.

As a mother, I've found myself immersed in nurturing instincts, woven with a constant worry for every hiccup or cry. For my partner, fatherhood takes on a different hue. His care manifests in playful moments, laughter that echoes through our home, and a steadfast strength that cradles us all.

These conflicts though shouldn’t signal discord but rather an opportunity for growth.

To all the parents out there, know that these differences aren’t fractures but rather the mosaic that forms the essence of your family. 💫✨

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