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FUNKO POP —

— pocket-sized shenanigans.

▶ characters: various genshin boys.

▷ warnings: none. this is humor with hints of fluff, please don't take it seriously.

i. you offer to carry him on your cupped hands. what will he do?

◤ nuzzles into your palms. would probably hug one of your fingers, too; ⊿

venti, aether, razor, bennett (nearly falls off if not for holding onto your pinky), thoma.

◤ sprawls on them and winks at you like the microscopic flirt he is; ⊿

kaeya, itto, childe, venti, xingqiu, kazuha.

◤ very reluctant, but “since it's you, i'll allow it." (he's entrusted you with his heart, and now, his tiny body) just sits or stands in the middle with his arms crossed; ⊿

xiao, diluc, dainsleif.

◤ will bite your fingers with zero hesitation. if he actually likes you, he'll still threaten to electrify your hands if you drop him; ⊿

scaramouche.

◤ sniffs your hand out of curiosity; ⊿

gorou, razor (why).

◤ bites your fingers out of curiosity; ⊿

razor (double why).

◤ flustered to be in close proximity with you—asks if you're okay with it first; ⊿

chongyun, thoma, bennett, aether.

◤ indifferent, doesn't flinch when you pick him up because he's going on and on about some historical fact again. mans doesn't even notice the change of surroundings; ⊿

zhongli.

◤ busying himself with trying to find a cure. you can hold him while he's on break, though. otherwise, he's on your shoulder giving you orders on how to work around his lab; ⊿

albedo.

ii. where does he prefer to sit while you move around?

◤ at the very top of your head; ⊿

scaramouche (he wants to feel tall), gorou (claims he wants to spot enemies from afar but he also wants to feel tall + likes climbing mountains), zhongli, aether, thoma (they enjoy the view, wants to see how you see the world), kazuha ("as one with wind and cloud!" i mean go off i guess), xingqiu ("it's a great place to read. less turbulence than being on your shoulders and better lighting than in your pocket." okay, nerd), xiao (but only when there aren't other people around), itto (“arataki 'king of the mountains' itto!” translation: he feels insecure now that he's tiny, let him live), bennett (wants to know how it feels to be on top of a giant, essentially).

◤ on one of your shoulders; ⊿

albedo, zhongli (closest to your ears and mouth. he enjoys hearing and seeing you talk), scaramouche (closest to your ears so he can bark out commands and bark at other people who try to get your attention but we don't talk about that), chongyun (he can go closer to your neck to shade himself from the sun. yes, he's in it for the coverage), kaeya, childe (easier access to tease as they blow on your ears and/or neck), venti (like how he did as a wisp with the nameless bard, or just imagine you as his statue near the cathedral).

◤ in your front pocket, and front pocket only; ⊿

diluc, dainsleif, albedo, xiao (comfortable + no one bothers him since they don't usually know he's there + if it's near your heart, they like being close enough to listen to it beat), venti (“it's warm in there! reminds me of your hugs, ehe.”), razor, bennett, gorou (they take naps).

▶ notes: this,,, isn't as entertaining as i thought it'd be. it's so cringy help,,, the formatting is also all over the place,,, if it's straining to the eyes, please let me know!

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— Crush Crush Crush!

: katsuki, izuku, tamaki

: gn!reader

Katsuki —

• definitely ignores his feelings at first, brushing it off as slight admiration from how well you perform in hero training and academics.

• he always find himself glancing at you every now and then, sometimes he’d even space out and just look at your direction for a solid minute. which absolutely scared the shit out of you cuz u thought he was giving you a death glare.

• mina would definitely be the first to notice, and she’s definitely going to tell the others.

• his friends would definitely tease him abt it. whenever they catch him just staring into nothingness seemingly thinking of something important, they’ll tease him immediately.

• “ohhh~ is loverboy thinking about his special someone?” “honestly i never thought you’d like anybody to this extent.” “same, thought you were uncapable of love.”

• cue the shouting and explosions.

• once he does accept the fact that he has this “tiny” attraction towards you, he wont be a chicken and not act on it.

• he’s deff a bit more tame with you. he doesn’t shout that much or even spare deku a menacing glance whenever you’re around. he’ll also even do small things you say.

• you ask him to grab you a water bottle after training? he got a two more extras for you. you asked him to add a bit of chili in a dish his making for class dinner? he’s adding it.

• when he has enough and thinks that it’s time. he’ll just say it straight up to your face. “i like you. so like me back.” now you two are togather :D.

Izuku —

• like katsuki, he just think it’s an innocent admiration. like the one he has for almight.

• but he never felt butterflies when he admired the former no.1 hero. he also never blushes whenever he gets complimented by the older man. so why is he experiencing this whenever he’s with you?

• he confided in uraraka for this, and he was absolutely gobsmacked. he has a crush?

• okay, now that he’s aware of his feelings. he’s definitely going to start avoiding you. sorry.

• like, his heart cannot take it. whenever you say his name followed up by a question of some sorts, he’ll just (badly) act like he doesn’t hear or notice you and just leave.

• turns out this is not an effective way of dealing with his emotions so he tries to start socializing with you again.

• he’ll deff tutor you and volunteer to be your sparring partner during training. will let you win on purpose cuz whats a couple of points if he can get to see you smile and declare your victory?

• as for the confession. he just said it on accident. like he was so flustered abt something you did he just starts mumbling and accidentally splutter out his feelings for you.

• felt embarrassing for him he wanted to die.

• you just laughed which made him anxious but when you said you liked him back he fainted. deadass, his soul left his body.

Tamaki —

• unaware that he even has feelings for you in the first place. he just thought he really liked your company and that you’re a chill friend to be around.

• so when mirio just randomly says, “oh, you like y/n, right?” he buffers.

• now he’s having this thing where his gears start to move and just— he’s basically self reflecting.

• does he like you? no he doesn’t. not in that way at least. but what if he does? omg he did notice himself getting faint butterflies when you’re around. but what if he was just feeling sick?

• when he gets his shit together, and accept that he has a crush, he’ll have a even harder time looking at you than normal. if you’re just waving from the other side of the classroom, he’ll just stand there and avert his gaze into somewhere else.

• gets to the point where he’s too shy to even be in the same room as you, so obviously, you confront your friend about this behavior.

• nijire walks in on you two and just blurts out, “did you finally confess to y/n?” with a excited expression. but it soon turned into worry/embarrassment when he finds out he’s not.

• now you two are alone in the room and you just slowly turn your attention back to him. “so.. you like me?” then BOOM! he fainted.

• dw, he properly confessed to you once he was okay.

random cute things they do.

˖⁺ ✧ genre : sfw, fluff (?) ˖⁺ ✧ warning/s : none ˖⁺ ✧ ft : misc ˖⁺ ✧ a/n : someone save me from this insane woman

ʚ bokuto stops by the local playground on his daily morning jog. he likes to spend time with the children there - giving them a push on the swing, helping them down the pole, and catching them on the slide.

ʚ konoha steps on leaves, waiting for that one, loud crunch. although he has bumped his head one too many times, from being too focused on the ground and not looking where he’s going.

ʚ tsukishima always buys 2 pieces of bread when he goes to the store. the small bun is for him to snack on, and the baguette is for the ducks in the pond that he passes by on his way home.

ʚ atsumu and osamu have one thing in common; they like johnsons’ baby shampoo. the blonde twin says that it’s only because it makes his hair soft. the other admits that he likes how it smells.

ʚ ushijima types with his index finger. he holds his phone with the whole palm of his right hand, and slowly types away. tendou has tried to teach him how to type faster, but he only thanks him and says that it is “unnecessary information”.

ʚ iwaizumi is never late to watching any movie that involves Godzilla or King Kong. he grew up loving the former, only to become invested in the latter as well.

ʚ oikawa is terrified of alien abduction. the interest started off with the possibility of the existence of aliens, but now, it’s turned to a fear of being abducted in the middle of the night. iwaizumi ‘reassures’ him that “no creature, human or not, would want him.”

ʚ akaashi sometimes forgets to wear his glasses, and instead squints. it could’ve been beside him, or on his head - but nonetheless, he’s still forget.

ʚ tendou never turns off his notifications, even while sleeping. he doesn’t want to be late to the news if ever a friend needed him.

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# 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔: 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 + 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 = 𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 ⊹

𖧧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♫ ♪: “something good” by julie andrews, “only us” by ben platt, “truly madly deeply” by one direction, “christmas in june” by ajr, and “lo-fi children” by wild party.

𖧧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: childhood friends to lovers <3

𖧧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭: we met when we were kids, in our kindergarten class. when we got seated next to each other, it was hard not to be amazed by all the all might merch he wore on a consistent basis. so as children, our shared love for all might sparked many conversations, including sneaky whispers when the teacher wasn’t looking, and the beginning of a lifelong friendship. of course, katsuki was a usual annoyance, but having a quirk powerful enough to counter katsuki’s was an ego booster for the both of us. so whenever izuku had another wall of problems to face, i was there with him. my quirk continued to develop, meaning that after-school hangout sessions (featuring inko’s homemade snacks) happened daily. and the older we got, the more realization disclosed itself. the boy i had collected cool bugs with, the one i’d walked to school with every day, was, cute. and in middle school, i realized that your best friend shouldn’t make you feel so flustered over the littlest things. like poking your arm when asking a question, or having your shoulders lightly touch when sitting together at lunch. and as high school eventually came, those feelings continued to swell. all I could hope was that one day, they would be reciprocated back.

𖧧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: but even after being admitted into ua, all i could think about was him. his brand new quirk. his collection of freckles that had grown over the past summer. his long, soft curly hair. a kid with so much bravery that all you could do was look at him in awe. around our second year at ua, we had gone through more than one would even think fathomable. how our relationship started: a knock sounded at izuku’s door, his alarm clock displaying the time as 11:57 pm. and as he opened the door with tired eyes, he was met with a disheveled-looking girl who flew into his arms, holding onto him with a tight grip. a nightmare was the reason she had gone to go find him, a nightmare where she had lost him. izuku pulled back out of surprise and slight embarrassment as he held onto her shoulders to steady her figure. “paige?” he said, voice full of concern as his viridescent eyes searched for hers. not only was this not normal, but if something had made her this distraught, then he had to know if she was ok. “i just, ” she said with ragged breath. “i just had to make sure you were ok because i was so terrified and-” “paige. look at me.” and as she stared into his eyes, a blush dusted over her cheeks, and his hand gently tilted her face towards his. “yes?” she replied. “i need you to take a deep breath and talk to me to make sure you’re ok, alright?” “i’m um, actually pretty sure i’m ok now” a puzzled look crossed his face. “but how is that possible-” as the sound of his voice got cut off by the feeling of her soft lips on his.

𖧧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞: our relationship is as soft as the songs listed above. think of a soft, endearing love, like the feeling of being engulfed in your softest blanket with a cup of hot cocoa in hand. some examples: gazing into each other eyes while rambling about random topics, holding hands with intertwined fingers, shared earbuds while working on homework, ALL the inside jokes we’ve made (we’ve had to start writing them down), cuddling under a heated blanket, sharing foods with messy fingers while laughing about how stupid we look, watching sad movies while making bets on who will cry first (it’s usually a tie), tight hugs, writing love letters, secret handshakes, cradling the others face, holding in our laughs together in the middle of class, and the feeling of adoration every time our eyes connect. falling in love with each other every single day that is spent with the other by their side. <3

𖧧 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: “our souls are the rare two that fit. with each break in our relationship we grow stronger and smarter, realizing we were meant all along to end up together. i just want to be with you now and forever more.”

really stupid genshin hcs (mornings/sleeping edition)

(genshin men and women!!)

itto has terrible morning breath

childe is the type to steal the whole blanket at night and leave you shivering

diluc sometimes accidentally rolls over in his sleep and crushes you

kazuha wakes up at 4am every morning and his loud ass alarm always disturbs you from sleep

speaking of loud ass alarms, kaeya has 15 of them and sleeps through them all

sara watches you while you sleep from the corner of the room

xiao does this too.

itto sometimes tries to make you breakfast but always sets the fire alarm off

scaramouche sometimes pushes you off the bed when you’re dead asleep because hes evil like that

Keep reading

I loved that househusband AU soooooo much! Made me wish it was reality 😭. But no, tis not my reality.

You said you were open to ideas for this AU? Well what if you did an edition with remote working? S/o now is at home and the guys get so see what s/o does throughout the day (see’s s/o as a BOSS)

Oooh what about someone bashing the couple for their “untraditional” lifestyle?

you dare overstep your mortal authority ?!

sypnosis: how they’re like when someone attempts to bash the two of you because of your lifestyle. ( i dont condone to bashing and any forms of harassment. )

characters: zhongli, diluc, itto, xiao, kaeya, thoma, childe, and scaramouche

content: mafia!au, mentions of harassment (bashing), mild swearing, violence, threats, hint of torture, insults

post-script: don’t we all wish it was a reality 😔💔 how does it feel to live our dreams y/n 🎤🎤🎤🎤 on the other hand, im planning on making a separate post about the remote working s/o (bcuz theres sm to say about this) sooo stay tuned for that 😈 for now tho, lemme share the goody details on the last part hehe

the way of the househusband au masterlist

INTIMIDATES BASHERS - zhongli, diluc, itto, and xiao

ZHONGLI’s rolled up sleeves that shows his battle scars are enough for people who attempt to bash the two of you to not do anything at all, giving the ex-yakuza all the more reasons to be proud of his scars and not be ashamed to show them. though, you gotta admit, you’re surprised that it intimidated people despite the apron he always wears.

when you do encounter a basher that actually has the nerve to bash, zhongli first lets his scars intimidate the person and try to reason with them, keeping you beside him protectively in hopes of the basher not trying to harm you.

if the basher is stubborn and tries to harm the both of you regardless of your lover’s attempts, this is when rex lapis comes out in the light instead of zhongli.

you could only watch as your husband grips the basher’s shoulder in a tight manner, his eyes narrowing as the atmosphere grew tense.

“how would you feel about living in prison for a while?”

DILUC’s aloof attitude alongside his muscular form often intimidated people around him and he definitely isn’t complaining — especially since it backs off those who could attempt to hurt you because of your lifestyle with him, so the chance of getting bashed was only a 1% possibility.

however, the possibility is never a zero.

your harasser didn’t even know that your husband is the intimidating bartender that cleans glasses 24/7 because he only overheard you gushing to your friend about your lovely househusband in the bar where he drinks, so things didn’t go well with the person when your husband caught him sputtering insults and nearly punched you when you insulted him back.

customers and your friend could only watch as some asshole who didn’t know anything better get scared by diluc’s haunting glare and cowardly backed off when the red-haired man calmly ordered him to get out, causing your harasser muttering out insincere comments before taking his leave.

despite the situation being dealt with, we all know diluc would feel guilty if you ever get hurt because of him being a househusband :((

nevertheless though, his guilt that sometimes creeps in him disappears when he sees you giving such a blessing smile, telling him how you’re grateful to have a wonderful househusband like him and how you love him so much despite his past :))

ITTO honestly didn’t intend to intimidate people with his stature and muscular scar-covered body and he’s incredibly oblivious from that fact. however, you are really thankful that his intimidated appearance is enough to make bashers back off - especially since your neighbors warned you and itto about bashers that lurks around the small town.

if there was someone who somehow had the metal balls to bash you not knowing that your househusband is a literal beefy muscular man who can probably crush someone’s head with his bare hands who’s standing nearby, he’ll immediately tackle him down and make you call the police for an attempted harassment.

although your husband isn’t as… violent as most househusbands in this post, he’s the only one who does the most rational thing and call the cops, simply because he’s a literally nice guy that just follows the law now.

XIAO’s eyes are something that catches people’s attention, only for them to immediately feel scared of him because of his rest-bitch face. if looks could kill, xiao would’ve already killed millions, that’s what people will think to themselves whenever they walk pass the ex yakuza.

unfortunately, this doesn’t go the same for certain people because of xiao’s height, especially that one basher that spat out insults after insults because of your lifestyle with xiao — that is, until your husband takes one good look at the basher with a scary glare with intent to kill — and that was enough for the person to shut his mouth up and stare in fear.

you gotta admit, it was pretty hot. but scary as well. but mostly hot.

THREATENS BASHERS - kaeya and thoma

KAEYA will instantly take a hold on the person from going after you, staring at them with a cold gaze that replaced the loving look he gives to you and only you.

he may have promised that he wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore to you, but it doesn’t mean he promised that he’ll not do it verbally. all it took was for your husband to lean in on your assaulter’s ear and whisper a few words that made him shiver in fear and try to get away from kaeya.

when you asked kaeya what he said to the basher, his expression instantly comes back into a loving one, cupping your cheek with his one hand as he tells you it’s nothing for you to worry about.

THOMA will immediately put himself between you and your basher before stopping them from their attempted harassment. it was definitely strange to see your husband taking the situation so light heartedly as he treats your harasser like they’re old friends — but then the blonde haired man whispers something that made the basher look at him in confusion, giving you and thoma a chance to walk away from the incident with no injuries and worries.

so imagine your surprise when you saw your basher standing at your front door the day after the incident, muttering so much apologies as he kneels on the ground and begs for forgiveness to you. just what did thoma do to scare this poor guy?!

FIGHTS BASHERS BACK - childe, scaramouche

CHILDE will not take the basher slightly — especially if they were aiming to attack you first under his watch. seriously, were they asking for a death wish when they tried to hurt an ex-yakuza’s spouse right in front of him? childe amuses to himself, watching as the basher cowardly steps away when he sees childe bringing out a gun.

oh, you don’t have to worry about witnessing the poor bastard’s death by your husband - the gun is simply a prop that can scare off people like your assaulter, so no need to try and stop him, just watch the show and see if the man learned his lesson <<3 you wanted to ask why on earth your husband has a gun prop, but you honestly don’t wanna find out.

what’s not a prop are the two blades that childe brings out when he stands in front of the basher’s home, smiling menacingly as he goes closer and closer to the front door.

despite failing in being intimidating to others outdoors and not in his old organization anymore, SCARAMOUCHE makes it up through his violent verbal assault. he’s probably the only househusband that made you encounter a few bashers who aren’t scared of scaramouche’s appearance.

however, your lover is one of the only househusbands who won’t hesitate to go violent (verbally and physically) against someone who’d have the audacity to assault you. it didn’t matter if the incident occur in public, his major priority is you and your safety, so he’d be damned if he’d let this bastard’s disgusting behavior slide just because he has an audience.

so when a certain basher took things way too far, it simply end up with the basher feeling like an embarrassment to this world and a traumatized memory of scaramouche’s colorful words.

clingy, kinda soft bakugou <3 no pronouns are mentioned!

it's late.

in fact, at this hour of the night, bakugou katsuki would be in bed, peacefully resting his body to prepare for another day of pro-heroing.

or rather, that should be what he's doing. instead, he's dragging his sore, tired self out of bed to find wherever you could be that's not in his arms. he's dearly missed the warmth that came from the other side of the mattress, which you occupied.

footsteps softly trudging along the planks of your home, bakugou discovers you in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your laptop underneath a singular, dim light source that hung over your head. the bluelight glasses that accompanied your face illuminated the screen of the laptop, and in his delirium, the blond notices that you're typing away on some sort of document.

he huffs, hoping that it would capture your attention... but to no avail, and bakugou is absolutely flabbergasted. how could you ignore him?

what could be more important than your lover that just wanted your attention to come to bed?

he tries over and over again, and it's not until bakugou coughs that he finally captures your attention, unfortunately for his impatience.

"you scared me," you sighed, hand going over your heart, "what's up?"

"come to bed, doofus," he grumbles, walking over to where you sat and draping himself over your body freely. you ignore him as if there's no problem, pretending as if there isn't some muscular hero splayed across your back, placing most of his weight onto you.

you continue typing away, irking bakugou to no end, "i'm almost done. go back to sleep without me, i'll be there soon."

"it's 3am."

"and?"

"and you're not where you're supposed to be, which is sleeping beside me."

a laugh filters through bakugou's ears, and he looks at you with an inquisitive stare, "katsuki, you have work tomorrow. go rest."

"and you have to visit me tomorrow on your day off, and i refuse to talk to your tired-ass that should've listened to me."

that's a lie. bakugou would do anything for you, regardless of whatever state you're in, because even though it seems like he hates taking care of you, but he's always at your beck and call regardless of the teasing he endures from you.

"wow, you really do care about me," you muttered, pretending to act touched as bakugou rolls his eyes, moving his arms to wrap firmly around your waist.

"as if. i just can't sleep without ya there. 'tis all," he grumbles through his teeth, "i don't care about your health."

a smile adorns your face. it's so obvious he's lying, judging by the way he's pressing his face against your shoulder and holding you tightly against him.

you fuel the fire, "and you wonder why i'm not going to bed."

"y/n," he groans, borderline whining.

"bakugou," you mimic, not tearing your eyes from the laptop screen.

"you can't pull out the last name on me, you little shit!"

"i can do whatever i want, bakugou katsuki."

"if you don't get up and come to bed in peace, i am going to resort to violence."

"please don't blow up the house again-"

in an instant, you're being picked up effortlessly and bakugou is carrying you out of the kitchen, shutting your laptop lid and turning off the lights simultaneously, before bringing you to your shared bedroom.

he throws you on the bed in an undignified manner and climbs in not too long after, pushing you down by leaning most of his weight on your body. the ironic part is that he carefully plucks your glasses off your face, gently putting them on the nightstand before flopping back over you, arms wrapped securely around your middle

bakugou sighs contently, melting into your warmth completely when your hands have found their home in his ruffled hair. he shifts his leg to rest over your hips, making sure that you couldn't escape as he continues basking in his paradise.

you almost want to scold him but you know that bakugou does this for you because he knows it's what is best for you. when you forget to take care of yourself and succumb to the feeling of never having motivation, he'll always be there to pull you back.

he's corrected multiple of your deprecating habits; such as going to bed late by forcing you to sleep when he does since he can't sleep without you. on the contrary, you've softened his edges a little, showing the explosive blond what it's like to be able to rely on someone else for a change.

as much of a pain in the ass bakugou was, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"i lovb youu, shtupid," he whispers against your neck, muffled. "shay it back."

a small laugh echoes through the space, "i love you too, katsuki."

"good, now go to shleep, or i will be mad."

"goodnight."

"goodnight."

and as rough as bakugou katsuki could be, he always made you feel loved, even in the darkness of your bedroom with him laying half on top of you.

*.⋆♡ katsuki kisses

(?) the different types of kisses bakugou likes to give you

neck kisses that trail your jawline to wake you up in the morning. he has you smiling in your sleep as his lips move against your skin. you look perfect like this, features lit up from the slither of orange light peeking from the drawn curtains, bathing the room in a warm tangerine colour. he knows that you sometimes pretend to still be in a sleepy trance just to keep his attention on you a little longer before the day begins. and he has no problem with giving you what you want.

gentle apology kisses making you forget all about what he was apologising for in the first place. he probably deserved the string of insults that left your lips moments ago, and as pretty as he thinks you look getting worked up, he doesn’t like it being because of him. so he stops your rambling with the touch of his lips upon your own before stepping away slightly to press his forehead against yours. the apology he breathes out is sincere and suddenly you don’t even care for it anymore, only wanting him to kiss you again.

short kisses that always turn into more that convince him that he may actually be addicted to the taste of your lips. these usually take place before he has to leave on his missions. small good-luck kisses deepen when he doesn’t let you pull away just yet. one of his hands wandering around your waist while the other holds onto your cheek. if he could have it his way, your hands would never leave him, nothing comparing to the way your fingers run through his blond hair pulling him closer in return for more.

angry kisses hiding the fact that he was actually just worried about you. how else was he supposed to react other than pull you into his arms the second you came home after a hundred missed calls. anything could of happened, he knows you can hold your own but you’re too important to him. he can’t allow himself to lose sight of you. so he tells you as much, chastising your carelessness between searing kisses with your back against the front door.

injured kisses that he always asks for once you’ve finished patching him up after a day of work. he knows that he could easily go to the medical wing at his agency to get help, but he wants you to be the one to do it. all so he can look up at you from where he sits on the edge of the bathtub, your eyes concentrated on making sure you’re dressing his small wounds correctly. he likes to reach up to smooth out the worried crease between your eyebrows with his thumb, grumbling out that he’ll be just fine as long as you’re here.

HOW THEY BLUSH.

pairing(s): main three / midoriya, bakugo, todoroki + gender neutral reader (separate!)

warnings: none, just fluff!

navigation. masterlist.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

blushes with his whole face.

he really cannot help that his whole face warms up, all the way from his cheeks to his ears.

it's so easy to get him to blush; you can just throw personal space out of the window or say something even just a little bit flustering, he'll go red in quick seconds!

even midoriya can make himself blush when he leans forward to kiss or hug you, pulling away with his cheeks sporting a pink hue.

you could also be talking or showing off your quirk and he'll blush while starting to ramble in awe.

will he hide his blush? it really depends! if his hands or mind are occupied with objects or thoughts he won't, but if he's so flustered to the point he'll get super shy, that's when he will cower behind his hands and step back for a moment.

his cheeks go red from either your touch or words, and midoriya definitely needs a little break after every time he gets physical contact with you LOL

KATSUKI BAKUGO

blushes by the tips of his ears.

if you ever point out his blush (to his mortification), he'll absolutely deny everything and tell you that you aren't seeing straight at all

even bakugo's hands warm up when he's flustered... it's an instinct because of his quirk and he internally hates himself when you notice it

bonks the back of your head if you tease him too much, to the point where even his face warms up from the obvious denial he's in

he ABSOLUTELY does the childish thing where he covers his ears and rambles on about how he can't hear you at all, and plus that hides his blazing, red ears

while bakugo is deadpan and "calm" most of the time, i feel like he will very much blush if you just whisper in his ear or suddenly poke at his sides (ticklish bakugo?!)

... just try not to tease him too much and get exploded up as a result..

SHOTO TODOROKI

really tries not to, but ends up having a small blush on his cheeks.

if you catch him staring at you, he'll definitely try to avert his gaze and blush a little bit!

he sometimes doesn't even know that he's blushing, only noticing if you point it out or after he realizes that he's thinking about you a bit too much

tease him and todoroki will just huff and look away, knowing that he can't deny it at all because it's visually evident that he is blushing

he also doesn't bother completely hiding his blush since you've already seen it, but he does attempt to cover half of his face and avert his gaze from you (especially if you try to stand in his line of vision, it just makes him blush even more)

he doesn't blush when you say something flirtatious (cough cough midoriya and bakugo cough cough), but he will absolutely blush if you say anything flustering without the intentions of even teasing him

i also see him as someone who isn't ticklish but would blush from acts of service, like you preparing his favorite food for him or taking care of him when he's sick

Idk if you're taking requests but I just read the deku having a crush on his wife and it was so cute. If possible can I request one of shoto??? Ty!!

men being their wife's #1 supporter >>>>> Warnings: fem reader, shoto’s a little feral Word Count: 1 K ~~~

The interviewer holds a stack of question cards, eyes skimming the first one before looking up at Shoto, “So, the story is that you, apparently, are a newlywed?”

“Yes, and it’s the happiest time of my life - don’t say it’s the honeymoon phase,” Shoto looks over at the camera, “I plan on only growing more unhinged in my love for my wife as the years go.”

“Well, we look forward to that!” the man chuckles.

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“Uh, babe?” you turn to where your husband sits beside you on the couch, his arm thrown over your shoulders, “Did you ever see the title of the video for that interview you did?”

“No,” he switches his gaze from the TV to you, “why?”

“Oh, nothing,” you grin before shoving your phone in his face to show off the video, “Just this.”

Shoto’s eyes scan the title - “Prohero Shoto Shows Off Massive Crush on Wife”.

He merely nods, “Sounds about right. It was that same guy from a few years ago, when we first got married.”

“Can I watch it? I think I should know what was said about me.”

“As if I would say no,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing, “Put it on the TV, I’ll make tea.”

Once Shoto comes back to his favorite spot on the couch, beside you, you hit play and after the intro is a shot of the interviewer sat across from your husband. He grins as he introduces Shoto to the camera, as if people wouldn’t already know who the hero was.

“I think just right off the bat, I have to ask,” the man’s grin is cheesy, but it conveys enough joy to keep the energy up, “what’s ridiculous to you about the media? And since your father hated interviews, do you think you’ve gotten any of that from him?”

“Interviews are fine. People are just doing their jobs, I get that,” he presses his lips into a thin line as he thinks, “What’s strange to me about the media, however, is actually a specific moment.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

“There was this one gala that I took my wife to a few months ago and everyone was obsessing over her look,” he nods curtly, “as they should have. But what was weird was how everyone was just now paying attention to her. It was like… like watching a piece of art go unnoticed.”

“Like the Mona Lisa?”

“No, like actual art.”

The chuckle bubbling from the man’s lips is genuine as he says, “I see. Well- “

“And I remember for our wedding she was tired of trying on things and said she was going to wear sweatpants,” he shakes his head, “I- I could only ask what color so it’d match with my tie. You know?”

“I imagine,” he nods.

“And on our wedding day,” Shoto puts up a finger to stop the interviewer before he can even begin speaking, “we had a private, not really dinner, but a moment, before the reception. And we just kept calling each other by first and last name, because she was taking my last name and it was,” he tilts his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. And I do have a lovely mother and great siblings and friends, but truly they do not compare.”

“Well, speaking of your wife being so pretty to you- “

“I’ll reach over there and wrangle you if you don’t correct that.”

“Well, speaking of your wife being so pretty,” Shoto nods, muttering a quiet ‘good’ under his breath as the interviewer continues, “I’d like to bring up a recent ‘scandal’ for lack of a better term.”

“Is this about the ‘damn mommy’ incident,” Shoto wrings his hands together nervously.

The man can’t help but laugh as he nods, “It is. What’s the story behind that?”

“I sneezed and accidentally commented ‘damn mommy’ on my wife’s post,” Shoto crosses his arms and leans back in the chair, “Freak accident.”

“According to my research,” the man shakes his head now, “it was on every single one of her posts.”

“I had the flu.”

“Understandable,” the man flips to a card, “we have a few questions from fans. First of all, what would you say is the strangest thing that you own?”

“Strangest thing I own,” Shoto taps the armrest of the chair, “sometimes I have to leave for long periods of time for work and I’m very clingy, obviously, and so my wife surprised me with a teddy bear. But the teddy bear actually has her voice in it and it’s her saying she loves me. It’s the most incredible thing ever. I’d say that everyone should get one, but I don’t think they deserve it. At all.”

“I see. Well, another question that we have for you is what’s your favorite phrase or a phrase that interests you?”

“One time my wife was on the phone with me while I was away for work and she was telling me that ‘wish you were here’ in Persian is…” he pauses to mutter under his breath, “is jāy-e shomā khālīst,” he looks at the camera, “apologies for poor pronunciation, but it apparently translates to ‘your place is empty’. And I’ve never forgotten it because it felt so true.”

“Right, of course,” the man flips to another card, “And just to finish it off, what was a big moment of pain in your life that you had to overcome?”

“One time I asked my wife if she still would’ve married me if I was a worm and she said that she didn’t think it was even legal, so she couldn’t. I honestly still don’t think I’m even over that.”

~

Turning away from the video, you look at Shoto, “Aw, baby. I’m sorry about the worm thing.”

“No, no, dear,” he leans over to kiss your forehead, “I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you over something like that.”

“Well, that’s good,” you take his chin in your hand to tilt his head and press a kiss to his lips, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he brings you closer to his side.

“Yeah, I think that everyone who watched this knows that, but thank you. You’re such a good husband.”

“Only the best for my incredible wife.”

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includes : bakugou, shoto, dabi, kirishima

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♡ BAKUGOU's red eyes slant in your direction, an obvious frown adorning his features. ”what?,” you hiss at him, tearing your eyes away from your book to look at your boyfriend, who’s made himself comfortable on the chair across you. bakugou turns away grumbling for the nth time, hands behind his head. “enough reading, dumbass,” he says, eyebrows furrowed and lips curved downwards, his frown turning into an angry pout. “if you want my attention, just say so,” you laugh, adamant to not let this chance go to waste. “whatever,”’ he mutters, nevertheless getting up from his place to come sit next to you, patting his thighs to tell you to come closer. “clingy, aren’t you?,” you tease, ignoring bakugou’s dismissive “shut up,” as you climb into his lap. and even if he refuses to admit it, you can feel his smile against your skin as he buries his face into your neck.

♡ DABI chucks a paper ball at your head, groaning in disappointment when you dodge, scowling at him. “can you not?” you hiss, gesturing at the textbooks in front of you, “ i’ve got assignments to do." dabi disregards your words, getting up from the chair he's sitting on. “ don't care,” he says (infuriatingly, might i add), streching his arms before he decides to get closer to you. “assignments are stupid,” he murmurs, hands in his pockets as he brings his face to yours, noses touching. “you could've gotten a kiss if you'd pay more attention to me instead of those shitty things," dabi states, eyes flicking down to your lips, “too bad, huh?” “shut up,” you scold, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. “if you want a kiss that bad, you just have to ask, y’know,” you retort, pressing your lips against his while shaking your head. “yeah right,” dabi mutters, but even if his tone is irritable you can feel his hand snake around your waist to pull you closer.

♡ TODOROKI tilts his head, standing outside your room to contemplate. he stays there for a minute or two before he walks up to you, his usually blank face showing a hint of discomfort. "i miss you," he says, crossing his arms across his chest as you snort, keeping your phone aside. "i'm right here, sho," you reason, amused at the man's confused expression as he signals you to scoot over and make space for him on the bed. "yeah," he agrees with you, one hand on his side as the other finds its way around your waist, now seeming to be content. you smile at him, snuggling into his warmth and burying your head in his neck. "this good?" you ask, grinning to yourself at your boyfriend's cuteness. "now, it's okay," he assures you―just being in your presence is enough for shoto.

♡ KIRISHIMA plops face-down on the bed beside you, the frame creaking slightly under his weight as he props himself up on his elbows. “babe,” he pokes your side gently, frowning when you don’t reply. “baby,” he repeats, louder this time, still not catching your attention. “mh?,” you nod at him, eyes never leaving the book in your hands, “what is it, eiji?” kirishima wonders if he should just leave you alone for a second— nevertheless deciding against it. he places his warm hands on your cheeks, squishing them while turning your head towards him. ”can we spend some time together, please?,” he asks, slight pout forming on his lips as he awaits your response. you can’t help but smile at his adorable expression, muttering a “yes“ as you feel his lips touch your forehead happily. and when you get to see his grin as he tucks you into his side, you know leaving work for a bit is worth it.

He'll always fight for you.

It's a decision he made years ago, when he asked you to be his. It was a snowy day, he was in his second year, and you followed him everywhere.

Attached to his hip since early childhood, he learned to love you and treat you like he never treated anyone else. He held you on your bad days, and laughed with you on your good days.

He's loved you for so long, so why would he get rid of you so easily?

Why would he let you go, when his heart screams your name and begs to be held by you? When his mind races of thoughts of you and you alone, and his body has devoted itself to you?

So after five long years together, why would you let him go?

Tell him you're not good enough, that he deserves better. Who are you to tell him that? Tell him that what his heart yearns for his not enough?

He promised to love you, so why would he stop? Why would he not fight?

He’ll always fight for you, so he stands at your doorstep. A month after you left him, he comes back for you. To show you that he still loves you, misses your touch, misses your hold, misses you.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is especially weak. Faint, and he's never heard this tone come from you.

“What does it look like I'm doing?”

You sigh, “Kei, please. We broke up.”

“I know.”

“So why are you here?” Your voice is tired, and he knows he's the cause. He can't find it in himself to care. Not when his soul burns for you.

“I want you back.”

“Kei...” you start, but his words soon interrupt you.

“I love you. All of you. Even the parts that are ugly and seemingly unlovable, I love them. How could you doubt that?”

“Its not about doubt,” you sigh, and lean on your doorframe. He's right in front of you, but you're so far. He can't grasp you, bring you to his chest, and declare his love.

“I know you love me. You always have been good at showing me that,” you reach for his hand, “but you need to let me go. Try new things. I'm just someone from the past that you like being around you.”

He feels his blood boil. How can you demean yourself so much? Undermine the importance you have in his life? In him?

“Don't say that,” he pulls his hand away from yours, “if you didn't mean anything to me, I would've left you a long time ago. But here I am, at your fucking doorstep, asking you to let me love you again.”

You're soon pulled into his chest, the scent of him clouding you. It's a familiar fragrance -- the faint aroma of vanilla. You've always told him that you love that smell on him, for it reminds you of home. (He is your home.)

“Don’t let me go,” his hand is on your back. Smooth circles are drawn on you, and you feel your head calm. “Not when I have so much love to give to you.”

You believe him. There is still so much love you have to give to him, anyway.

kuroo tetsurou is painfully in love with you. like, so in love he can feel sharp pains in his chest every single time you look at him. even if you guys have been together for years, you never fail to make his heart skip multiple beats. in fact, his favorite activity is watching you walk up to him. after class, when he comes to pick you up, when you guys are meeting like literally whenever. the way you both can’t contain your smile. his heart flutters knowing you share the same excitement. that’s all he ever wants to do; share feelings with you. whether you guys cry together, laugh, yell. kuroo tetsurou wants to experience it all with you. kuroo testurou is so painfully in love.

pt. 1 | pls i had to continue it

word count: 2.2k

cw: angst, so much angst. with a happy ending though

It seemed impossible to just forget. Forget about the warmth you felt when Kuroo would glance over his shoulder to check on you when you were out in a group and he was walking ahead with some of his friends. Forget about the speeding heart rate when he’d put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he teased you or pointed at some building you used to get dinner at in your sophomore year.

You tried to fill your mind with distractions anyway and forced yourself to stop replying to his messages as soon as you saw them. But it hurt. Pushing him away like that, seeing his profile picture pop up less often in your notifications as he seemed to get the hint, understand that you needed space.

Your chest tightened and ached when he asked you how you were holding up, his picture grinning up at you mischievously, which you had always found so damn cute. You were smiling back at it without realizing and chastising yourself when you did notice.

Kuroo changed his profile picture then, his face no longer there and you felt your stomach drop at that. It stung in particular when a new message popped up in your notifications that read, ‘wanna talk to me?’

You knew it had been a matter of time before he wanted answers from you, an explanation for the cold shoulder you were giving him. Thinking your attempt to get over him might’ve been obvious.

“There you are.”

He looked different, worn out somehow. It was the first thing you noticed when you approached him in the cold evening air, his back resting against his car as he pocketed his phone without another glance at it.

Slight dark circles were beginning to show underneath his eyes and the thick, black strands of his hair were pointing at various directions, all messy and disheveled—just like in your freshman year when he didn’t even bother to get rid of his ridiculous bedhead yet. A wave of nostalgia flooded right through you at the sight.

“I was starting to think you hated me.”

Kuroo smiled at you, a little shy and uneasy and you couldn’t blame him. It was you who had started to reach out less, after all. Like you were mad at him. That stupid crush you had was your problem, yet you only hurt him in the process of getting over it.

What a friend you were, best friend no less. You were a fraud.

“No one could ever hate you.” And you meant it. He was a good person, caring and loving, albeit a bit annoying. Yet that ambitious, honest side of him was admirable and attractive, automatically causing you forgive him for teasing you so often.

“Eh,” Kuroo shrugged and a more genuine grin eased into his face. It relaxed you, corner of your lips pulling up as your chest began to feel lighter, warmer.

Gosh, you’d missed him so much.

He seemed to share your thoughts because he reached for you with an arm, nodding you over with that smirk of his that made you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“Get over here then.”

Why wouldn’t you? He was your best friend, after all. The person you were closest to, who you trusted the most.

You let yourself get pulled into an embrace with a choked laugh, and relief and guilt washed over you simultaneously. He held you close, arms wrapped around your shoulders and chin resting atop your head—like he always did when you needed comforting.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on now?” Kuroo tried to seem nonchalant in the way he asked, looking up at the steadily darkening sky, but you knew him well enough to assume he was feeling as nervous as you were. Maybe even scared of the things you’d say. You were, anyway.

You didn’t even know what you could say. Hadn’t you tried to save your friendship by working on getting rid of your feelings for him? Didn’t he already know after what happened last time you were out at night?

“Don’t you already know?” You grumbled out loud then and felt him huff in amusement.

“Dummy,” he grinned and loosened his grip on you, allowing you to step away from him with downcast eyes. “How am I supposed to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours if you won’t talk to me?”

Oh.

No, don’t say things like that so casually.

Your chest tightened and you began to feel that familiar lump form in your throat.

“I can’t just say it, though,” you breathed, fogging up the air as you crossed your arms, starting to feel the cold creep into your skin. “It’ll change everything.”

Kuroo didn’t respond right away, merely let out a breath and turned to lean against his car again. He folded his arms over the roof, chin rested on the crook of his arm. The erratic throb of your heart made it difficult to meet his hazel eyes that were undoubtedly peering up at you.

“Is change really that bad?”

—hm?

“Yes it is,” you retorted, risking a glance at him with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s scary.”

But he merely shrugged, playful smirk forming on his lips as if to say, ‘so what?’ It felt natural to fight the urge to bump your fist into his side because he was starting to get smart with you.

“Haven’t things changed already?”

You turned around with a huff and mimicked the way he leaned over his car. It was easy to ignore the way your elbows touched in the process and you forced yourself to hold his gaze this time. Careful anticipation evident in it.

Were you able to express the very same thoughts and feelings you had been trying to get rid of the last few weeks? As a sigh eased out of you, you realized that maybe you weren’t and the wild hammering of your heart didn’t help you in any way. But Kuroo just smiled at you, encouraging and gentle. He would never pressure you to just come out with it.

“I’ve been trying to get over someone,” you whispered then, averting your eyes after all. You became hyper aware of the pounding in your chest and felt like hiding your face in your folded arms but he stopped you. His hand reached out to you, fingers grasping your arm and your eyes flitted to his.

“Someone..?”

“You,” you breathed, and there it was. A half-assed confession because you were tired of feeling this way, like your lives had come to a halt because of these dumb feelings. You knew they weren’t reciprocated, not with him continuously trying to set you up with all kinds of people, finding entertainment in the way you’d get flustered around them. ..when it was really him that had made you react like that.

Kuroo didn’t say anything for a while and his gaze had lowered to your arms, to the spot he was grasping you loosely. There was a slight crease between his brows and you felt your blood drain from your face at the sight. You knew it.

“You know,” he began suddenly, as if sensing that you were about to shut off, “I had a feeling that it was something like that.”

Your mind was spinning. Something like that. It was no use, you had to mentally prepare yourself to not seem too bothered when he’d tell you he didn’t see you like that. That you were just a friend to him, however dear.

“And it got me thinking.” Kuroo paused, and you held your breath.

His eyes settled on you once more as a gentle smile rested on his lips and you felt your mouth go dry, heartbeat uncontrollable in your chest.

“I realized that I’d get real sad if you kept pushing me away.”

“But you don’t see me that way,” you finished for him, a bit hastily, eyes lowered on his smile, throat tightening with another lump as you nodded. “Got it.”

Of course he didn’t. He was good to you, caring and attentive, as a good friend should be. But that didn’t mean he owed you anything beyond that. Which is why you didn’t want to pursue it, knowing that it was hopeless either way.

Why ruin a good friendship over some stupid feelings?

“Uh no, that’s.. not true.”

His face was out of focus when you looked up at him, tears clouding your sight as you stared, incomprehension apparent. Because.. what the hell?

Kuroo instinctively moved closer at the sight of your watering eyes and his hand on your arm twitched, wanting to reach up but he held back.

“You’re so damn confusing,” you half laughed, half sniffled, shaking your head. Your fingers felt cold against your skin as you wiped the tears away, still trying to comprehend what he’d said. “If you tell me you feel the same I’m gonna kick you.”

Obviously, you were joking. But then you noticed Kuroo cocking an eyebrow, accompanying the smile that made him just so.. annoyingly irresistible.

He couldn’t possibly..

“What if I showed you, then?”

He couldn’t.. right?

You didn’t move away when he inched closer slowly, your heart thrumming intensely against your rib cage. He raised a hand to brush his knuckles over the skin of your cheek, a delicate touch, fingers grasping and reaching forward to get a gentle hold of the back of your head.

“I often thought about doing this,” he breathed, your foreheads nearly touching, “whenever it was just us and you’d look at me like that.” His gaze was locked onto your lips, trailing the curve of them with the thumb of his other hand, your breath hot against his fingers.

“Why have you never—?”

“Was overthinking,” he tapped your forehead with his index finger, “just like you.”

He was kidding, right?

Though the way he gently tipped your head back to meet him in a soft kiss told you otherwise. It felt unreal, your nerves blanking as you grasped his jacket, fingers clutching the fabric desperately.

There was a small noise at the back of your throat when he moved his lips against yours with purpose, savoring you. You could barely feel your legs, your own weight suddenly too much. Gasps leaving your mouth as his hand guided your face closer to him, feeling his breath hot on your skin when his other arm wrapped around your waist to hold you tight, keep you from just slumping down.

You still couldn’t believe it. Your heart was racing, your mind spinning, your breath hitching. Leaning every emotion you got into the kiss you didn’t feel the tears until your lungs squeezed out a sob, surprising the both of you.

Kuroo separated from you in an instant, confusion and worry clear in his expression, looking like you had actually kicked him. But you threw your arms around his neck before he could say anything.

“Wha—” You hugged him tightly then and buried your face into the crook of his neck with another sob you couldn’t help.

“I’m so happy,” you exhaled. But your inner self was in disarray—happiness, relief, confusion mixing together. His touch was comforting and you felt yourself relax as one arm reached around your form to hug you back, hold you close. It didn’t feel so strange, as if it was always meant to be like this. To simply hold you and wait for you to release all those emotions you had bottled up for who knows how long.

Kuroo had been scared of change as well, truth be told. That tiny voice in his head had warned him from following his instincts whenever he held you close, with you staring up at him like nothing else mattered. No one else. The voice telling him not to ruin this connection he felt with you. It could end so badly, after all. The two of you could end up like his parents, and he would end up losing you—you, sweet you.

When you started to detach yourself from him, it felt scarily real.

He didn’t like not having you around, even if just temporarily. Didn’t like not being part of your life when another difficulty plagued your mind, because he wanted to be there for you, just as you’d always been there for him.

Being with you, really being with you, wasn’t guaranteed to be easy but it’s all he’d subconsciously thought about the last few years with you. Whenever he invited you to go on trips with him or when you tagged along to Kenma’s and he’d watch you interact with him. Making him think that he needed to keep you around.

“Wanna come inside? It’s cold out here.”

You peeked up at him like that again, and he felt his heart swell up at the expression on your face. Teary eyed and sniffling, but smile stretching your lips like he hadn’t seen in weeks. It made him giddy and excited and in order to not grin too much he slipped a hand underneath your shirt, pinching your skin teasingly.

“Yeah.”

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͏ ͏(9:50AM) TETSURŌ KUROO

“i got invited for another date again.”

you turn, missing your straw completely as you attempt to play it off. “and? did you accept?”

kuroo chuckles at you, aiming the straw towards your lips as you happily enjoying the cool drink. “nope.”

a pout forms on your face. you bump your shoulder against kuroo’s arm, narrowing your eyes at the street ahead of you. “i don’t understand why you turn down these dates.”

because of you, kuroo thinks.

you are the sole reason kuroo doesn’t go on dates or accept confessions, because he’s inevitably and madly in-love with you. ever since you became nekoma’s manager during his third year of high school, it was as if you two instantly became friends.

you matched kuroo’s quick mouth, like the way he matched your wit. soon hanging out just for volleyball turned into hanging out at kenma’s to play games. a friendship neither of you anticipating to happen.

unfortunately, for the man across from you, you’re completely obvious towards his feelings for you. always laughing it off as a joke when he sincerely opens up to you. others would’ve given up years ago, however, kuroo isn’t one to back down from what he really wants.

“because there’s someone i like.”

you pause, mouth agape and eyes wide, watching kuroo’s ears quickly turn red. a squeal escapes your mouth as you jump up and down, slapping kuroo on his back as you begin to yell.

“what? since when? why didn’t you tell me?!”

“y/n—“

“is she in your class? oh, she must be really smart, huh?”

“not really—“

“that’s a messed up thing to say…”

kuroo sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, his patience running thin. you’re unaware of it all — the slight tremble in his voice as he tries to speak over your persistent questions.

“so when do you wanna go out?”

your mouth immediately shuts up, as you stare back at your friend, narrowing your eyes for any signs of teasing. except there isn’t any. in broad daylight, there stands kuroo, his hair upright as it’s always been, golden eyes shining with sincerity.

you open and close your mouth, nerves growing quickly while your mind tries to make sense of what just happened.

“are you asking me out on a date?”

“yeah.”

the apple of your cheeks begin to grow hot, as you fidget with your cup. “but that's... i mean, we're not -- oh.”

there’s a moment of silence, one awaiting for the other to speak first. until you feel a sudden warmth on your hand, realizing it’s kuroo’s hand in yours. it’s much bigger than you expected, covering up your whole hand entirely.

“hey, w–wait!”

“earlier you said you wanted to get some pastries, right? i think there’s a place nearby.”

“tetsu, what are you doing?”

kuroo turns to you, a gleaming smile gracing his face. it knocks your breath away. he looks almost ethereal with the way the rays of the sun shine on him.

“isn’t it obvious?” he teases, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “i’m taking my girlfriend on a date!”

and this time, you didn’t turn him down.

a/n: i apologize in advance if this seems… rushed?? dry?? it’s my first time writing for kuroo in so long so please be kind 😭😭

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soft boys !!

synopsis: how they go soft for you<3

featuring: iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsuro

warning: none! kinda cheesy at kuroo's i apologize ahdjwd

iwaizumi hajime

soft soft boy

hes a very collected man with a few moments where he's angry or frustrated. other than that he's someone who has everything under control

everything but his feelings for you

melts the moment he sees your teary eyes as you watched one of your favorite animated movies.

weren't you a sweetheart

"love," he chuckled when he heard your sob, your face immediately buried in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his torso and sniffled. it was kinda funny how patient hajime was being.

"it's okay, I'm pretty sure they'll find a way to save him," iwaizumi reassured as he stroked your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you slowly peeked out of his shirt to stare at the TV, now watching the movie with a frown and tear stained cheeks.

"it was still so unfair," you mumbled almost grumpily, making a chuckle rumble from iwaizumi's chest.

"i know right, I'll fight them for it,"

kuroo tetsuro

you're kind of his favorite person in the whole world and he doesn't even hide it tbh

im talking social media accounts filled with your pics with him

pics of you smiling, a picture of your outfits, pictures of your dates to the last place you visited together

but the moment he sees you post something on your story like "baby" or "love"

he's gone

SO gone

"this picture is so cute," you said from the couch as you scrolled on your phone, staring at the many pictures you took of tetsuro the previous night on your date together.

"you think so?" kuroo replied, clearly not paying attention as he typed away something work related on his computer. he was kind of busy but he always made sure to be around you.

a few moments later, he felt his phone buzz a little and grabbed it, thinking it was gonna be a message or an important email. but it was a notification from Instagram, specifically you.

you mentioned him in a story? clicking on the chat, he felt his heart squeeze when he saw his picture on your story. your story, with a simple caption that said "love" next to his head.

he knew how much you didn't post about him. not because you didn't love him but because you preferred for him to do so. so this was definitely something.

he just reposted your story, quickly typing away before setting his phone down with a smile.

"i love you forever"

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hq boys as meet cute scenarios !

✸ ft. atsumu, kuroo, suga, akaashi, kenma, & suna

✸ info & warnings: fluff

✸ a/n: might turn these into more detailed drabbles if anyone shows interest :)

✸ you pretend to be ATSUMU’s date so he doesn’t have to face an awkward interaction with his ex. you’re a little surprised when the random man approaches you and practically begs for your help through slightly slurred words. the desperation behind his eyes and pink flushing his cheeks convince you to go along with his deception. your mediocre night at the bar transforms into something much more entertaining as you get to know the blonde stranger. the two of you effortlessly click, bouncing jokes back and forth and breaking out in fits of rowdy laughter. despite the feel of angry eyes burning a hole into the back of your head (which must have meant his plan was working), you enjoy your time with the man you’ve come to learn is miya atsumu, who now holds the title of the most interesting person you’ve encountered at your regular drinking establishment. by the end of the night, the two of you are exchanging numbers and promising to meet again. maybe you’ll upgrade from pretend partner of convenience to his true significant other.

✸ KUROO holds the elevator door when he sees you rushing towards it. you’re out of breath by the time you make it into the lift, but you use what little air you have left to thank the man profusely for the polite gesture. when he asked what floor you were getting off on, you laughed, explaining that you were also stopping at floor twelve. the two of you share small talk before getting off, both of you making your way to the receptionist. you ask them to point you to kuroo tetsuro’s office and that’s when the man finally reveals his identity. he’s the one interviewing you for the position to become his personal assistant. your cheeks heat with embarrassment at your lack of punctuality, but kuroo assures you that he understands that life happens—he’s willing to look past it. his reassurance and your conversation with him in the elevator made the process of the interview a lot less nerve-wracking. kuroo was impressed with your resume, your experience, and most of all, you. he hired you on the spot. looks like you’d both be seeing a lot more of each other.

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WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY WAKE YOU UP FROM A NAP — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, mattsun, bokuto, iwaizumi + suna

warnings — none all fluff! f! leaning petnames.

note — ‘ve just woken up very grumpy from a nap and wrote this hmph!

ఌ ATSUMU hadn’t expected you to be asleep when he returned from practice so he called for you as he always would when he walked into the living room of your home. he freezes when he sees your previously sleeping figure jolt and shake awake at the boom of his voice, rubbing at your eyes with a sniffle before shooting him a lazy sort of glare. “‘tsumuuuu ‘m sleepy why’d you do that.” you whimper, watching the blonde slap a hand over his mouth before approaching you, pouting as you blink up at him through slightly glassy eyes “‘m sorry baby, didn’t know don’t cry kay? don’t wanna see ya upset come on let me cuddle ya alright, ya can sleep on me how ‘bout that?” atsumu coo’s, his tone smooth and gentle as you nod drowsily in response, feeling him shuffle in next to you on the couch, followed by a few chaste kisses on your forehead as he rubs soothing circles against your waist, his fingers tracing along the skin while you nuzzle into him “there we go baby, go ta sleep alright ‘s good.”

ఌ MATTSUN he’d noticed you fell asleep on the couch so he was only trying to move you into a more comfortable position but he ended up accidentally waking you instead. “issei, what’re you doin’ ‘m tired stop.” you grumble and issei’s eyes widen in response before he speaks “shhhh babygirl, just makin’ you more comfortable ‘s all, don’t want you getting sore—come on, up you go.” the dark haired male drawls, and you whine as your pulled you into his chest but you feel yourself relax at the familiar warmth before nuzzling deeper into him, his arms wrapping around you tightly. issei’s fingers trace along your skin to rub soothing circles into your scalp as he places an open mouthed kiss against your temple—allowing his natural warmth to lull you back to sleep as he speaks softly against your cheek, his voice a low rumble against his chest “see that’s better, right? ‘ve got you.”

ఌ IWAIZUMI he got caught in the rain so it’s not his fault when he slips in the doorway of your home, not realising you were asleep in the living room. “fuck!” iwaizumi groans, steadying himself before freezing when he sees your dazed figure shoot up from the couch, a sob bubbling from your lips at being woken up so abruptly. hajime’s quick to strip off his wet clothes and be by your side, hushing you softly “hajime, i was asleep.” you mumble and you watch him soften at your words “shit, ‘m sorry babe, i didn’t know.” he hums, his hand cupping your cheek gently as he smiles at you, wiping any tears that managed to escape with his thumb as he places a gentle kiss to your forehead. he’s quick to move and grab the blanket from the corner, approaching you once more “come on doll, cmeer don’t want you getting sick.” hajime murmurs, and you shuffle when he lies beside you, pulling you against his chest and wrapping you both in the blanket before tucking you in, smiling softly as he continues to rub soothing circles into your cheek while you drift off.

ఌ BOKUTO he was just excited to see you when he returned home from practice, slamming the door open with a bright “i’m home, babe!” which unfortunately caused you to jolt from your previously relaxing slumber. it’s almost immediate the way he slams his hands over his mouth with a gasp, approaching you quickly when he notices the pout on your lips and you can already see the guilt in his eyes when he flops down on top of your figure, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “‘m sorry, baby! don’t be mad, we can nap together right now—i’ll keep you warm.” bokuto’s babbles a little, pulling back to blink up at you with a pout of his own before placing a few kisses against your lips “just was excited to see you, babe.” he breathes, falling onto his side and pulling you against him and when he wraps you in his large arms you don’t even find yourself wanting to complain.

ఌ SUNA once he had noticed you napping he was trying to crawl right in beside you, but instead managed to shake you awake in the progress. he stiffens immediately when your eyes blink awake with a wobbly pout, grumbling up at him as you rub your eyes “rinnnnn” you babble, huffing under your breath when you feel him shuffle in beside you and pull you close, guiding your head gently into the crook of his neck as he finally gets comfortable. “sorry pretty baby, just wanted to cuddle. go back to sleep.” suna drawls, the low tone of his voice soothing enough to have your eyes closing once more while surrounded by his natural warmth. his fingers trace their way up your spine softly as he rests his cheek against your own. making sure to check you’re asleep before his own eyes close.

— just remember that i love you

notes: fluff, tsukishima kei x gn!reader, drabble (wc: 906)

a/n: idk, i initially wanted to write a short scenario but...i couldn't control my hand and...this happened. still, i hope you enjoy !! (also, requests are currently open ♡)

m.list | rbs are very appreciated <3

“kei?”

“hmmm?” he hummed in response, lifting his gaze from his phone and throwing your way an almost imperceivable smile.

“so uh, i was wondering…what made you fall in love with me?” you blurted out, blushing violently as you internally wondered how the hell did you gather up the courage to ask a similar question.

kei seemed to have been taken aback by such a peculiar and sudden inquiry, his usually collected expression was now confused, as signs of surprise—his widened eyes—spoke for him.

indeed, what made him fall in love with you? kei didn’t necessarily know, so he simply and confidently answered with a “i don’t really know,” which slapped all of your expectations to the ground.

“you know, you are supposed to say cute and cheesy things,” you pouted, turning your head to the other side, but with a strange uneasiness swimming in the depths of your mind.

you heard his chuckle, before feeling his arms wrapping around you from behind and a series of kisses placed on the crook of your neck, making your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine.

“if you wanted me to say sweet and cheesy things, you could’ve just said so,” his deep voice reached your ears, making you more aware of how close you actually were.

you tried to wriggle out of his hold, and simply ignored the blonde’s questioning gaze.

“you know it…isn’t like that,” you whispered, trying to shake off the uneasiness.

that same day, you’d heard many girls at your school talk about the karasuno volleyball players. and many of them were fans of tsukishima kei, the number 11 middle blocker, the tall man with short hair and glasses, who is both smart and good at sports, yet isn’t really interested in socializing with strangers. and then, they started talking about you, how they thought you weren’t fit to be with him. and although you knew you didn’t need to be so self-conscious, after all kei always blew away your insecurities, repeating how you were the only one for him, you couldn’t avoid the thought of him being with someone else—maybe someone more suited for him.

“hey…listen up,” he lifted your face and was right away met with the worry mirrored in your eyes. it was as if he’d sensed that there was something wrong, and this was one of the things that made you fall in love with him.

“you know why i answered like that? well, because there are just too many things that made me fall for you, okay?” he ran a hand through his hair, flustered and with rosy cheeks matching yours, as he tried to ignore the fast beating of his heart.

“although i need to say that, at first, i just found you as annoying as shrimpy–” you interrupted him with a punch on his right arm, to which he responded with a roll of eyes and simply continued, “i couldn’t avoid but being dragged towards you, even though you were talking or smiling to someone else, i felt greedy and wanted that attention to be for me to enjoy–” “oh, so that’s why you started calling me names like ‘shorty’, ‘squirrel’ and…‘stinkin' pea’?” you frowned as kei only raised an eyebrow.

please can you at least let me finish, is what his eyes were probably yelling.

you sealed your lips and just said no more.

“okay so where was i? man this is getting so embarrassing,” he whispered before clearing his voice and looking straight into your eyes.

“even though at first you didn’t seem to like the idea of me being around, i loved the way you still tried to put up with me and my sarcasm. well, i guess i was lost in you before i could realize it. no other person would be as perfect to me as you are, and–” you basically jumped into his arms, him losing balance and almost dropping to the ground, as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a baby koala.

“aww my tsukki, i didn’t know you could be so sweet!” you exclaimed, snuggling in his chest, as he reluctantly enclosed you in his arms, feeling his entire face burning up.

you were really happy though. all the insecurities and fears you had before simply dissipated, leaving the previously turmoiled heart, warmed and at peace.

“okay, now tell me, what was all of this about?” kei asked, sitting on the bed with you still in his arms.

you’d tried to evade his eyes, but in the end, you simply gave up, and spilled everything.

and, just like that he…kissed you. simply.

he slowly placed his lips onto yours, and as you were lost in the touch and the fondness of him, you deepened the kiss, more and more, so much that, when you let go, both of you were breathless.

he pressed his forehead against yours, and took a hand to your cheek, slightly grazing it, while almost looking inside of you, into your soul, touching your heart and your mind.

“whoever said that is, one, a complete dickhead, two, a brainless idiot, three, not worthy of your worries,” he softly but sternly retorted.

he tightened his hold on you and, as you lay your head against his shoulder, he murmured one last thing that made your heart almost jump out from happiness.

“[name]...just remember that i love you, and no one else.”

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Genshin Volleyball AU - Reuniting after a month apart

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Thoma and gn!reader

Warnings: not proofread did not have time to, fluff, profanities, innuendos, have not updated the taglist

Other works in this AU: https://primofate.tumblr.com/post/654696933944852480/genshin-au-series-masterlist

Summary: Being in the national team, he represents the country during the Olympic Games. It typically only lasts for 16 days but its common to fly in earlier for training and getting used to the ambiance and atmosphere of the Olympic stadium. That said, you have to be left behind at home owing to your job but today, he’s finally coming back!

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

While apart

There’s not a day that you don’t get your “good morning” and “good night” texts. He won’t forget.

No matter how tired he is that day he’ll always manage a “Love, I’m sleeping now, good night,”

You’re not gunna get any selfies of him unless you ask/beg real nicely. He just isn’t a selfie person (protip: if you say you miss seeing his face, he’ll send you one but he’d prefer a video call. That or he’ll send you a photo that’s like, official, like a team photo or something or a photo of him with another member)

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Reblog this to prove your blog was made before the February 2022 tumblr resurgence

Want to learn something new in 2022??

Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)

40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)

Excellent basic crochet video series

Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)

Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)

How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)

Another drawing character faces video

Literally my favorite art pose hack

Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??

Introduction to flying small aircrafts

French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding

Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)

Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)

Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)

Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:

Calculus 1 (full semester class)

Learn basic statistics (free textbook)

Introduction to college physics (free textbook)

Introduction to accounting (free textbook)

Learn a language:

Ancient Greek

Latin

Spanish

German

Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)

French

Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)

Welcome to the Family Madrigal The home of the Family Madrigal Where all the people are fantastical and magical I’m part of the Family Madrigal

THE FAMILY MADRIGAL Encanto (2021)

after the ceremony

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

Hair MasterList

Hair Basics

How to wash your hair properly 

How to: Hair washing hacks

How and when to wash your hair (curly hair)

How to choose the correct shampoo and conditioner

How to check your hair porosity  (2)

How to find your curl type

How to stop habits that are damaging your hair

How to do the LCO (moisturization layering technique) method   (ideal for straigther hair types) 

How to do the LOC method (Better suited for curly and natural hair)

How to dry your hair properly using a hair dryer

How to air dry your hair properly

How to: Natural hair bedtime routine 

How to: Bedtime haircare routine

How to straighten your hair

How to straighten you hair (for curly or natural hair)

How to use a Dyson hair-wrap

How to diffuse your hair (for curly hair)

How to curl your hair 

How to curl your hair with a hair straightner 

How to curl your hair (no heat) 

How to curl your hair with no extra equipement 

How to tell your hairdresser exactly what you want

How to: Learn different types of hair dyes

How to dye your own hair 

How to pick the right hair colour for you

How to bleach your hair at home 

How to dye Asian hair using Japanese products

Hair Cuts 

How to cut your own hair 101

How to cut your curly hair

How to trim your natural hair

How to cut your hair into long layers

How to your hair into Korean style long layers 

How to cut your bangs 101

How to cut your bangs like Matilda Djerf

How to: Korean see-through bangs

How to cut curtain bangs 

Styling Hair 

How to do easy hairstyles for long hair

How to do easy hairstyles for shoulder length hair

How to do easy hairstyles for short hair

How to do trendy 90s hair styles 

How to do y2k hairstyles

How to do traditional Indian/Tamil hairstyles for weddings or temple visits

How do a French twsit updo 

How to low bun hairstyles

How to do easy braided hairstyles

How to Hollywood inspired vintage hairstyle 

How to do a blow-out at home

How to do a 5-min blow-dry

How to do a 90′s supermodel inspired hair *detailed*

How to do a Victoria Secret model insipired hair (no heat)

Natural Hair 

How to do protective hairstyles

How to do knotless box braids 

How to maintain your box braids 

How to style your box braids

How to cornrow your hair

How to do butterfly locs

Hijabs 

How to begin to wear a Hijab / Hijab 101 

How to look after your hair under a Hijab

How to style curly hair under a Hijab

How to wrap turban style Hijabs

How to wrap a Hijab the Malaysian/Indonesian way 

How to style Hijabs 

Wigs and Extensions 

How to: Learn about different types of wigs 

How to figure out which is the type of wig is the best for you

How to install a wig 

How to install a wig (on an asian girl ) (on white girl) 

How to re-install a wig 

How to remove a wig safely

How to: 100% glueless wig installation 

How to customize your wig 

How to customize your wig *detailed*

How to clean your lace without washing 

How to fully clean your wig 

How to lay your edges 

How to: Learn about hair extensions

How to use clip in hair extensions 

How to put in tape hair extensions 

How to install halo hair extension

How to install sew-in hair extensions

How to blend short hair with your extensions

I made this for me because I kept on losing the videos that I liked watching for reference but I thought I should share it, incase anyone would like a reference list or they haven’t been taught certain things. I have tried to include things for other women outside my ethnicity. Hope it helps :) 

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i don't celebrate xmas and we don't have any other holidays to celebrate so i needed this HAHAHAHAH

@ people who don't celebrate christmas and are currently having christmas shoved down their throats

i hope whatever holiday you celebrate is fun and well!! and if you don’t celebrate any holidays this time of year, i hope your day is nice anyways!

iida looks like he gives the best hugs! have a lot of hugs!!!

happy birthday to my boy!!! 

Ficmas Day 1: One More Sleep [Tenya Iida]

Pairing: ProHero!Tenya Iida x Fem!Reader

Song: One More Sleep by Leona Lewis

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: I tried to get this done a few days ago, but I was just so tired 😭 Anyway, I hope that you guys like it!

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Tenya rubbed his eyes groggily, staring at the ceiling. He rolled over to look at the clock on the nightstand. 3:43 AM. How frustrated he was by this. He should've been asleep hours ago. He sat up, deciding it was no good. Sleep wouldn't come, not until you were here by his side.

    He checked his phone for the date. December 21th. Four. More. Days. Five more grueling, restless nights. Tenya figured he should've been used to this. Spending time apart. Your relationship had been that way since the beginning. You traveled for work while he stayed put. Doing the hero gig he'd always dreamed of.

    But now - so close to Christmas - it was impossible to think of anything else but you. Here. In the bed you'd spend nearly a year deciding on because he insisted you had to look at all the options first. Your side was barely worn. It made his heart ache in ways he was too stubborn to admit.

    Tenya wondered if it's be too cruel to ask you to stop. To stop traveling. To stay put, just for a little while. No more calling at wild hours. No more flickering signals or long distance fees. Just you and him. Together in the home that you'd bought. The place you made love and fought and kissed endlessly to make up for lost time.

    But when was enough, enough?

    He swung his feet out of bed, put on his glasses, and slid on his slippers. A blue bathrobe hung from the best post. It was one you'd bought him last year from somewhere over seas. You had said it reminded you of his eyes. Apparently you'd worn it considerably before gifting it. It was drenched in your scent by the time it reached his hands. The collar smelled like your shampoo, the rest of smelling of your favourite spray. You'd bashfully admitted you wore it because you missed him. And this one little thing made you feel closer.

    Your smell had been washed from it by now. But he silently wished it was still there as he put it on. He only flicked on a few lights as he made his way to the kitchen. A warm cup of tea on a cold, snowy night sounded wonderful. Tenya looked out at the piling snow as he waited for the water to boil.

    He worried your flight would get delayed. Or worse – it'd be put off until after the storm passed. Sure, he'd video chatted you early that evening. But he felt like he'd die if he had to wait even a single day more than he already had to. He ran a hand through his hair. What a funny thing love was.

    Tenya had never expected you to come into his life. He never really expected to share love with anyone. It was just another thing his brother talked sweetly of. Telling him, “Tenya, you'll know when she's the one.” Tenya breathed his brother's every word like gospel.

    Except for that one.

    What had Tensei meant by you'll know – it wasn't very informative. It didn't help too much. It only kept him guessing as he passed attractive women. Until Tenya found you. It wasn't love at first sight. Not entirely. But the first words he thought when he saw your face? I just found my wife.

    It had been such a nauseating, powerful experience. One little glance as you said 'hello' from your new spot at a desk in his agency. Tenya had rushed away, and left out the back so he wouldn't have to pass you again.

    It was the single most powerful moment in his life.

    Many things had changed over the years. You were one of those earth shattering experiences for him. Breaking open the egg that was the world. Showing him more than he would've thought possible. Four years ago, that thought that he'd fall in love with a stranger and get married to them just two years after would've seemed ridiculous. But here you two were.

    You worked as a travel writer. Going to exotic places. Trying new things. Meeting new people. While Tenya was living his dream. Fulfilling his brother's legacy as Ingenium. He never thought being alone could feel so hollow and bitter and cold. He'd never really felt lonely when he was alone, until you two made a home together. Tenya worried that home was too boring for you. Surely it had to be after seeing so much of the world. It gnawed at him. No matter how much reassurance you gave him that coming back home to him was always the best part of the trip.

    Tenya contemplated his tea as he poured in the water. Watching as a deep red color soaked out from the leaves. Only four more days, he kept reminding himself. Five more nights, and she'll be with you. But the mantra didn't help at all.

    Tenya went to his reading chair by the window. Yours was next to his, a table separating them. Your side was stacked with books. Even your chair had a few on it. Bookmarks spouted from a few. Tenya was sure you'd never finish them. But watching you try was endearing nonetheless. Your wedding picture sat on the table, along with a vase of your favourite flowers. He went every day to get one while you were away.

    He counted twenty three. Twenty three flowers. Twenty three days apart. But only four more until you were back in his arms. Until he could kiss you and hold you. Feel your warm skin against his own. They'd made you stay longer, so you'd have writing material through the first of the year. Didn't they know you had a husband and a dog to get back home to?

    That picture encapsulated the best day of his life. A face splitting grin on his own. You wore a goofy smile because he'd made you laugh. Tenya cried when he saw you come down the aisle. Though he desperately tried to hide them. You teased him later about that. He simply covered you with kisses.

    A small lump formed in Tenya's throat as he watched your dog slump sadly down onto the floor in front of your chair. He rolled his eyes up at Tenya and whined, his tail wagging only once. Things just weren't the same with you away. Tenya blew on his tea with a sigh.

    “I know boy, I miss her, too,” he said softly. Then took a sip. The hot tea did nothing to warm the cold that settled in him.

    Only four. More. Days.

    Tenya didn't sleep much after that. Dozing on the couch until the morning light woke him up. He was very stiff and chilled to the bone. Like someone had left a window open. Tenya searched the house, simply pushing the heater up when he found no cause for alarm.

    Tenya was very surprised as he let the dog out. The snow was ludicrously high. Five feet, give or take. He was willing to say give. Your poor pooch could barely get down to use the bathroom. Tenya just knew he was going to have to shovel a path for him.

    Was his ideal morning bundled up and shoveling snow? He was fairly sure that no body's was. But he diligently donned his his coat, hat, scarves, gloves, and snow boots. Being a good dog father and shoveling a path down into the yard.

    Tenya chuckled at the thought of you out here last year in the snow. A hair dry plugged into the side of the house. He yelled at you about the hazard, trying to argue that a hair dryer was not the most efficient way the clear snow. You started a snow ball fight after that. You'd both gone in drenched, and took a nice, hot, steamy shower together. His body tingled warmly at the thought, his face (and quite a few other places) feeling hot.

    After shoveling, it was shower time. Then he made himself and the dog breakfast (yes, he makes the dog's food because he is a very good doggy daddy). After was time to tend to all the chores he'd been putting off in the wake of his depression. This included wrapping your gifts. Tenya knew you'd be home for Christmas, but it'd been too painful to wrap them before. Between his loneliness and the excitement that bubbled in him at the thought of you coming home in a few days, he felt numb but jittery. One canceling the other out.

    And there was still so much to do.

    Ochaco and Izuku had accidentally, inadvertently invited themselves over for Christmas. They wanted to throw a party. And somehow Tenya had gotten wrapped up in it all. He hadn't been able to get a hold of you to try and talk them down. So he did the responsible thing and said he'd take care of it all. They gushed about what to bring and who to invite, he just had to take care of the house and making sure everything was perfect. He supposed this was a sort of coming home celebration for you, so it didn't annoy him quite as much.

    Tenya measured the dimensions each and every package he wrapped. Then he measured the wrapping paper. The process was tedious, but it ensured every piece of paper was used to the fullest. He pulled off the smallest pieces of tape that he possibly could, so he didn't waste the roll. Honestly, Tenya thought of how you might react as you opened them all. The excitement, the embarrassment, the sheer happiness that he wanted so much to bring you. He'd gone overboard, sure. But you were worth every penny. And all the burnt fingers. The thing he'd tried to make you did not go as well as he wanted. But Tenya just knew you were going to love it.

    After wrapping, he figured having a nice tree to put them under would help. He'd only gone out and bought one. Nothing was decorated. That was something you two usually did together. There wasn't a tinkle of a light anywhere to be seen. Though he knew Ochaco and Izuku expected the place to look as warm and cozy as it always did this time of year.

    The decorations were stored in a closet under the stairs. You had made it a giant Janga tower. Honestly, Tenya was a little scared to pull everything out. If he was crushed to death by decorations, no body would know for days. He studied your tower for a while. Thinking about when you'd put them in. You had struggled tremendously. He'd just chuckled. Tenya always thought everything you did was endearing. In it's own sort of way. In the love touched way.

    When Tenya was sure nothing was going to fall, he started to pull things out and organize them into piles. Garland, ornaments, outside lights, indoor lights, the tree angel, upstairs decorations, table runners, stockings – he sprinted through the house as he sorted. He planned to start upstairs, then work his way down.

    By the time he finished the upstairs it was early evening. He'd missed lunch, stopping only briefly to feed the dog. Now it was dinner time. He had no gumption to cook, though. So he heated up leftovers and sat at the table. Tenya stared at your empty chair as he ate. It was made up with a place mat, and a book, and your favourite mug.

    Three more days.

    It surprised him in the morning when there was a ring at the doorbell. Tenya had been up, working slowly at things around the house. He wasn't planning on company. Nor for Ochaco and Izuku to be standing behind the door. They had their own bags and piles of things in their arms. They grinned widely at him.

    “What a surprise,” Tenya said, then moved aside. “Come in out of the snow. I hope the roads weren't too bad.”

    They nodded and ducked in. “Thanks!”

    “Most of the snow is melted already,” Ochaco pouted. “Izuku and I built a snowman yesterday, but he was just a pile of mush things morning!”

    Izuku looked around, clearly surprised by the bare walls and shelves and tree. “Tenya, you haven't started decorating yet?”

    Tenya looked away ashamedly. Eyes wandering on their own to a picture of you. His guests' eyes followed. Ochaco's grin dropped.

    “Oh,” she said, putting her stuff down. “You're probably waiting for [Name], right?”

    “Tenya, if you didn't want to have the party, you could've said something,” Izuku insisted.

    Tenya had tried to tell them he didn't want to throw the party. Not at his house anyway. But they were so excited that they didn't listen. “It's fine. [Name] is coming home on Christmas. It'll be nice to have everyone here to welcome her back. I've just been putting it off. I didn't want to decorate alone.”

    Ochaco hugged him tightly. “I'm sorry, Tenya. We're here to help!”

    “Yeah!” Izuku looked disproportionately determined for the task. But Tenya was glad that his friend was as enthusiastic as ever. He needed the energy boost. “We're going to make it amazing for when [Name] comes home! You have nothing to worry about.”

    The pair ran off, doing what, Tenya didn't know. But he sure was glad to have friends like them. They helped him finish decorating downstairs. And he made them lunch. Soon everything was dripping with sparkling lights and garlands and glitter. Three stockings hung on hooks that suctioned to the wall, one for you, one for Tenya, and one for the dog. He hoped to add more stockings in the near future. But how was that going to happen when you were barely home together long enough?

    Ochaco and Izuku treated Iida to dinner that evening. Taking him to a restaurant down the way. They chatted quietly, mostly going over holiday plans.

    “We're going to my parents' on Christmas Eve,” Ochaco noted, looking over the menu. “Then Deku's mom and All Might are coming with us to the party Christmas day. I hope you don't mind.”

    Tenya shook his head. “No, it'll be nice to see them.”

    “Are you doing anything Christmas Eve? You could always come with us,” offered Izuku.

    “I'm going to my parents house. Tensei and his wife will be there.”

    Ochaco's eyes lit up. “I didn't know he got married!”

    “Not too long before I did. She's a lovely woman, and takes very good care of my brother. We're all very grateful to her.” Tensei smiled lightly, thinking about his brother's wedding. It'd been a very beautiful ceremony with many tears. He was best man, and dreaming about the day he was going to propose to you.

    They ate and talked and laughed. For just a little while, Tenya felt like himself. Izuku and Ochaco walked him back home. It was dark now, and cold bit through their coats.

    “Oh, before we go – I have invites for you to pass out at your agency.” Ochaco produced a stack of envelopes from her pocket. “Could you give them out next time you go in?”

    “I managed to get a few days off to prepare for [Name]'s arrival, but I can run them in tomorrow,” Tenya said, taking the stack.

    “Let us know when you're back,” said Izuku. “We'll help you decorate the outside.”

    Tenya shook his head. “You've already done so much, I couldn't ask for more.”

    “It's really no problem. We don't mind helping.”

    “Very well, then.” Tenya nodded. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

    As Tenya shut himself in for the night he sighed, leaning his head back against the door.

    Just two more days.

    Tenya set off bright and early the next morning. The air was still frosty and the sky looked like it wanted to flood the ground with more white. He was going to try and make this trip quick. He'd been getting increasingly pitying looks. He didn't want to hang around long, to see their eyes boring holes in him.

    He hesitated at the doors, watching as his breath floated up to the sky. Even with gloves on, it felt like the cold seeped through from the door handle. Tenya didn't bother going to his office. He stopped at the front desk. The woman there smiled up at him.

    “Good morning, Mr. Ingenium,” she greeted. “How can I help you?”

    “I need you to distribute these to all of the staff and heroes,” he said, pulling a large stack of envelopes from his coat. He'd spent the entire night trying to remember all of the staff at his agency.

    “Can do.” She took the envelopes. But she didn't shift her gaze. “You look tired, sir. Are you doing okay?”

    “There's a lot to do, is all. My wife will be home in a few days.” Tenya cleaned his glasses, looking for an excuse to break eye contact.

    “Right,” she bit curtly. “Your wife.”

    Tenya leaned on the counter, hoping to charm her with a smile. He was far too tired for this today. He was going to have to hire a new secretary sometime soon. “Izumi, it would mean a lot if you could pass these out to everyone. I'd be very grateful.”

    The woman softened. “Anything you want, sir.”

    He nodded. “Thank you.”

    Tenya left swiftly, before he had to endure anymore one sided flirting. The distaste his secretary expressed for his wife got tiresome. Along with her not-so-subtle hints for him to have an affair with her. He had more important things to worry about. Like making sure you came home to a magical display.

    “Izuku,” he started, phone to his ear as he walked down the road. “I just left I should be home....soon....”

    “Okay Tenya!” Izuku cheered from the other side. Then there was a long pause. “Tenya?”

    But the man was distracted by the window he was passing. “I'll call you back when I get to the house.”

    “Wait, is something wro –”

    Tenya hung up, staring at the window display. It was perfect. It was just what he was looking for to top off the season. You were going to love it. He rushed in, demanding the display in the window. He wasn't usually the type. But he was just too excited. The clerks gently packaged it, tying neat bows around the box. Tenya had to stop himself from sprinting full force down the road.

    He rushed a message to Izuku when he got home. But there was no hope of sitting still for him. By the time Ochaco and Izuku got there, he'd already had half the outside decorated. He was on the roof, hooking up the lights. He waved down at them.

    Ochaco floated up the rest of the boxes for the roof. Izuku nearly floated away as he tried to help finish the lights. Tenya caught him and hauled him down. It felt like they were back in UA as students with the ensuing chaos.

    Tenya treated the pair to a home made dinner. They had a few drinks and some laughs. But honestly, he just wanted to chug through the next few days. Today was the twenty third. Two more days to Christmas. Two more days to you coming home.

    The trio examined their handy work when the sun went down. The house glowed and twinkled. It really did look like a winter wonderland. Tenya just knew you were going to love it. He was looking forward to seeing your face as you watched the display they made.

    Just a few more days.

    The morning of the twenty fourth was a lazy one. He didn't want to get out of bed. Tenya wanted to lay there until the following night. When you'd be there with him. To finally warm the thorough chill that hadn't left him in days.

    But eventually he pulled himself up, going to the vase in the living room.

    “Twenty five,” he muttered, slipping a flower in. “Twenty six....you'll have a very big bouquet this time, [Name].”

    Tenya set to breakfast. He'd lost all his fire from yesterday. He was a tired shell now. He was so sure you were going to love what he found for you. But now one, long agonizing day laid ahead of him. The house was decorated, inside and out. Presents were wrapped. The tree was ready. Filled to the brim with perfectly packaged gifts, awaiting your arrival.

    Tomorrow would be the party. You'd arrive after dark, hopefully with people still around to greet you. You wouldn't have to worry about a thing. Ochaco and Izuku were going to take care of all the other little details. All of the invites read a potluck and BYOB. In the meantime, he had to wait the day out. The only thing he had to look forward to distract him was seeing his family later that evening.

    Christmas morning was to be lonely. Then, by three, the house would start filling up. By eight, you should be walking up the front entrance. By 8:01, you'd be in his arms and smothered in kisses. With any luck, you'd be making love by midnight.

    Tenya went out and shoveled snow again. More than two feet had fallen in the night. The more snow that fell, the more he worried the weather was going to be too rough for your plane. He needed you, sooner rather than later preferably.

    The day seemed to crawl away. Only a few minutes had passed every time he glanced at the clock. Had it always been so difficult to entertain himself? He'd already showered, made lunch, brushed snow meticulously from the front porch and back deck. He uncovered all of the decorations he'd put up the day before.

    He was impatient by the time he had to leave to see his family. Even the ride there drove him crazy. The road seemed to stretch. The cars squeezing from every side. Would the tedium ever cease?

    As the evening with his family began, he discovered it would not. Even as he laughed with his parents and brother, as he listened to stories and shared a few. His eyes never left his watch for long. It didn't go unnoticed, but it was left unmentioned. Just a look exchanged around him.

    They knew, of course. That he counted down every second until he'd see you again. The light and fire you brought into his life was wonderful to see. But how they wished you didn't leave so much.

    Tenya went to bed when he got home. But sleep didn't come. Not for a very long time. He tried to force himself asleep, just a single thought leaping in his head.

    One. More. Night.

    A new tickle of joy danced in his chest as he realized the day. Christmas. You were going to be home. He was going to be counting down the hours until he saw you.

    Tenya zipped through his morning. Shoveling the fresh few inches of snow. Hand making the dog's food for the next week. Making breakfast for himself, showering, and pulling out the outfit you'd picked over video call a week ago. Just a red sweater with stripes and snowflakes and charcoal grey slacks. He spent time cleaning, making sure every inch was dusted.

    He had his fire back – until he checked his phone just after lunch.

[NAME] (Wife)

My plane is being delayed. I won't be home until tomorrow. I'm so sorry, my love, I wanted to be home for Christmas. So, very much....

    Tenya felt a little bit of himself break. He slumped in his reading chair, phone discarded on the table. He stared blankly ahead of him. His worst fear had come true. One more day had turned into two. And with this snow, two could easily turn into three or four.

    Ochaco and Izuku came not too long after. They knocked on the door, rang the door bell. The dog barked. Eventually they tried the handle, letting themselves in. They exchanged a worried look as they spied their friend. They could see the hollowness of his eyes.

    “Tenya...?” Ochaco whispered.

    “She's not coming,” he muttered numbly.

    Izuku put a hand on Tenya's shoulder. “What do you mean?”

    “[Name]'s flight – it's been delayed. She won't be home until tomorrow....” Tenya could barely scrap his eyes to his phone. He didn't want to look at it. To see anything else that might ruin him.

    “But she'll be home, at least.”

    “You don't understand. You two have each other. Tensei will be spending the holiday with his wife. And I have her. If [Name] isn't here....”

    Izuku and Ochaco glanced at each other again.

    “We'll still have a good time, Tenya,” Ochaco said, trying to cheer him up.

    “Yeah, people will start to be here soon! You won't even know she's missing!” Then Izuku began to panic. “Not that we don't want her here. But maybe getting your mind off of her will help. Not that you shouldn't miss your wife on a holiday but –”

    Tenya chuckled. At least something was normal. Izuku eased some at the sound. He and Ochaco set up the kitchen, while Tenya put away anything he didn't want broken. You never knew if someone was going to get rowdy.

    As the first people showed up, the booze flooded in. Tenya had only meant to have one. But he was having a self-pity streak. One became two, two became three. Different Christmas mixes that people brought, some made right in his kitchen; homemade egg nogs, and Christmas cocktails, holiday ciders. He claimed they were just to try. Normally, he'd be following people around. Putting down coasters, ensuring that they didn't slosh on the couch, making sure no one was scuffing up the floors. But Izuku was already doing a pretty good job of that. Probably to make sure Tenya didn't have to worry. But it left him too idle.

    Tenya chatted with his co-workers as they came. They complimented his house, saying they wouldn't have expected anything else from an Iida. He went around, greeting everyone. Thanking each person for coming. Each drink numbing just slightly more. He spent a good deal of time talking to Izuku's mom and All Might.

    He was caught in the middle of an inescapable conversation with his insufferable secretary when Izuku came to tap him on the shoulder. His friend pointed towards the entrance to your house. Tenya's eyes followed his arm, going wide at what they found. They swept to the clock on the wall – it only read 5:23. In alarm, he triple checked what he was reading, to be sure he was right. With a puff from his quirk, Tenya launched himself.

    You screamed as he tackled you. He kept you upright, making you didn't fall. Tenya smooshed your face with too many kisses to keep up with. He squeezed you tightly in his arms. You could smell the liquor on him. Since when did he drink? You hoped this wasn't the start of a bad habit.

    “[Name]! You're here!” he exclaimed in disbelief. He held you at arm's length, looking you up and down just to be sure you were real.

    You laughed, nodding. “Yeah!”

    “But your plane –”

    “I – uh – I lied.” You glanced away from him, your face hot. “My flight was actually bumped up. I wanted to surprise you. I wasn't expecting you to get stupid drunk.”

    Tenya sunk to the floor, and pulled you into his lap. He was so cute with his goofy grin and the pink dusting on his cheeks. He rubbed his cheek against yours. Your guests chuckled at the sight. You pulled him in for a long, hard kiss. So glad to finally have him in your arms. You could feel every bit of his body against yours. You had to calm his hands as they roamed freely over your body. They were dipping into places that shouldn't be caressed in public.

    Finally – no more counting the days.

    No more nights between you.

    No more hours to wait.

    You two were together. And it was the sweetest feeling in the world.

    “Why wouldn't I have been upset by the delay?” he rambled. “I've missed you, and I didn't want to think of another day without you here. I needed a little boost. Drinking was perhaps not the best choice.”

    Tenya clung to you all night, never letting you out of his sight. Seeing everyone was lovely. You really couldn't have asked for a better homecoming. The lights he'd put up outside were spectacular. And the warm cozy air your home had taken on was supernatural. Or maybe it was just because you were glad to be home.

    It was nearly midnight when everybody finally left. Ochaco and Izuku had stayed to help you clean. Tenya wouldn't let you go long enough to do anything. You were about to force him upstairs when he stumbled over to the tree.

    “No, no, no – you have to open this. While it's still Christmas. Please,” Tenya pouted, and forced a little black box with a shimmering silver lid into your hand. The childish pout on his face was adorable, but he really should've been getting to bed.

    “Tenya –”

    “Open it.”

    You eyed him suspiciously, but planted yourself on the couch. He adhered himself to your side. He held you closely, head on your shoulder. A red ribbon was tied lovingly around the box. It was always too beautiful to unwrap. You had a suspicion Tenya hadn't done this himself. He packaged things neatly, but aesthetics weren't his forte.

    You pulled the ribbon, then peered into the box. You looked at him, then in the box, then back again.

    “You did not go out and spend a fortune,” you scolded.

    Tenya shrugged. “You deserve the world.”

    “Tenya!” But you couldn't deny it was beautiful.

    It was simple, with a thin silver chain. Hanging from the end was a pendant. It had your birth stone in set on the part where the chain went through. And there was immaculate scroll work around the edges. Tenya took it briefly from your hands, the pressed the sides.

    The front popped open. A lump pressed in your throat. A miniature of your wedding photo was nestled inside the frame. Tenya turned it over, revealing both of your initials along with your wedding date on the back.

    “I left the other half open, for when we have a family of our own,” he muttered drowsily. “I love you more than the world. I'm very happy you're finally home. I'd be very happy if you didn't have to leave again.”

    “I love this. I love you,” you murmured in reply, then turned your head to kiss him.

    You put the locket back in the box, then helped him stand. You hauled Tenya upstairs, and got him changed. He insisted on brushing his teeth, even though he coud barely stand up right. The necklace took up a home on your night stand. You were going to wear this every day that you could. It was your new favourite piece of jewelry.

    Once you were settled into bed, he immediately took you in him arms. He hummed in content.

    “How would you feel about being a secretary?” Tenya slurred, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. “I'm going to need a new one soon. Mine is gonna get fired.”

    You sighed. “I actually wanted to talk to about that. I wanted to wait until you were sober. But – I'm going to quit my job. That way I can be home with you. If we want a family....I'm also tired of spending so much time away from you. You can't imagine how lonely the world is without you with me to see it.”

    Tenya sighed. “I want your....baabbeeezzz...”

    You chuckled. “Tenya? - Love?”

    A light snoring told you he was out cold. You smiled to yourself as he snuggled closer to you. You relaxed into him. You'd been waiting for this for ages. Or, it felt like ages anyway. You didn't want to be away from him anymore. Coming home to the one you love? It was amazing. But getting to stay home with them? That was the best Christmas gift you could ask for.

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