Your On A Cloud In Hell

𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛, 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕. 17+ 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙

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𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕪!!

Hi-dee-ho I’m Angel don’t ha know! I mostly write for Mha!Bnha, Haikyuu, TBHK, and SK8 The Infinity. But I also write for OHSHC, The Disastrous life of Saiki K, Tokyo Revengers, Fairy Tail, Soul Eater, and Fruits basket.

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤

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༄pairing(s): kirishima Eijiro X Gn!reader

༄genre: fluff, do I put angst bc of jealousy? Idk angst just in case.

༄warnings: fluff, jealousy, swearing, reader is said to have boobs but no pronouns are specified, flirting (from random stranger)

༄Angels notes: I realize I haven’t written anything in a hot minute and I’m really sorry I’ve been so busy smh. But yes requests are open and I’m very happy to make this. Also sorry for the late answer I’m seriously lacking. Request made by @kokichis-nagito I hope you like it.

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Kirishima’s a pretty confident guy. He’s tall, built like a Greek God, he’s sweet, caring, perfect husband or boyfriend material.

He’s practically everyones dream guy plus some. And he knows all of this. Knows how woman’s and men alike swoon and the mere thought of him. He knows how thirsty people are for him.

And he’s got the hottest, most wonderful partner in the world to mix in with all of it. Kirishima knows he’s a package. Knows he’s a walking sex dream. He’s aware how people look at him, how people feel about him.

How me makes people feel.

And let me tell you he basks in the attention. Wears it like a causal t-shirt. He loves it.

Kirishima is a oversized puppy. He needs attention, love, doting, coddling, praise, the works. And if he doesn’t get that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Which is why this situation was not ideal for the number 5 hero.

He had a day off so I’m his head he didn’t think there was a better way to spend it other than taking his baby out to spoil them.

He took you out to the mall to let you get whatever it was your heart desired. We’re you a little hesitant to just buy what you wanted? Yes. But Kirishima’s kept telling you it was fine, and that he just wanted to treat you.

And you gave in.

You bought the things you wanted, happily walking around with Kirishimas around around your shoulder. Being busy looking into shops to see where to go next made your completely miss how everyone was staring at you and your hero boyfriend.

And you also missed how he was completely and utterly loving it. All the attention pointed at the two of you as he showed you off. It was everything he expected. Who wouldn’t stare when he had a fine  specimen such as yourself under his arm?

So when you walked away from him to go into another shop he didn’t think much of it, leaning again the wall scrolling through his phone while you shopped away.

The last thing he’s thinking about is ‘oh I better make sure no one’s flirting with me s/o.’ No. That’s not how he thinks.

His eyes move from his phone to the rack of clothes you were looking at, almost missing the guy who was talking to you.

Wait…

The guy who’s talking to you?

Kirishimas head shot back to where you were, seeing how this random guy was making you laugh, holding clothes that you were thinking buying with a happy smile and seeing how he kept glancing down at your chest with a thirsty look in his eye.

One thing babe didn’t know how to do was react. The smile you were giving him was the one you gave him when he made you laugh. To him your eyes seemed to be almost sparkling while talking to him.

Was he making you that happy?

Could anyone just make you that happy?

Was he doing something wrong?

Suddenly any remaining confidence he had was replaced with pure jealousy. He watched the guys hand tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

Kirishima’s was everyone’s dream guy. So why was he getting jealous over some random shop worker who thought he had a shot with you when you had him?

He finally moved from his spot against the wall. The 7 foot giant known as your boyfriend immediately caught your attention, your smile went from the worker to him as quicker than even you expected.

“Eiji, there you are! I’ve been trying to call you to see if your home some things for me but thankfully Kai came along and helped me out.” You smiled.

Kai huh? That’s the bastard trying to take you from him.

He mentally slapped himself. Why was he so jealous? This guy didn’t have anything he didn’t. His usual smile was instead a cute pout, the one you had familiarized yourself with meaning he was upset.

Kai sent the hero a wave, a red tint that reminded him of a blush on his cheeks as he listened to you talk. Kirishima didn’t want to just be cold to the guy, that’s not who he was. But how was he supposed to be friendly when this guy clearly had a thing for his baby?

You knew something was up with the hero, but you wanted to see exactly what. So in order to that, you tested the waters.

“So Kai you said something about wanting to be a professional fitness trainer? How’s that going?” Whatever light that left when Kirishima got there was bow back as he stared at you with bright eyes. It boiled his blood.

Kirishima just watched as Kai talked and talked to you. Noting his every giggle you gave his cheeks would redden. He suddenly grabbed your hand, making Kirishimas eyes widen like saucers.

“You should come bye my gym some day and we can work out together.” The red heads fists balled and un-balled. His self control was going better than he thought, until he noticed him tuck another strand hair behind your ear and he started to slowly lean in.

That’s when he just put any clothes you had in your arms on the floor and threw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass before glaring back and Kai and walking out with you.

This earned him plenty of stares, but for once he didn’t care about the attention he was being given, he just wanted to get you home.

“Eijiro Kirishima but me down now!” You shout made his blood run cold and he sat you on the ground, not liking hie his full name sounded coming out of your mouth in that tone.

He did jet say a word, just frowned to the ground. His he had dog ears they’d be flat against his head. The look on your face wasn’t an amused one, and he hated it.

“What was that about? Are you ok?” How was he supposed to tell you he was jealous? He didn’t even know why he was jealous.

Was it because another guy was flirting with you? Of because your attention wasn’t pointed towards him? He didn’t know. And it bothered him.

The mumble under his breath almost went unheard by you. It was almost funny. 7’0 tall Kirishima Eijiro, 275 pounds of pure muscle, was scared to tell his s/o— who was a hell of a lot smaller than him, what was wrong.

“What was that?”

“I said I’m jealous okay!” His pout was almost strange considering his usual persona, but you were used to it. He was really just a large baby.

You sighed, placing a gentle kiss on his nose before burying your face in his man tiddies (I couldn’t help myself I’m sorry) he huffed, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him.

“You’re mine right? All mine?” His words almost came out strong if it weren’t for the whisper at the end. You chuckled, letting your man baby’s head with a smile.

“All yours Eij, all yours.”

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Thank you for reading this crappy word barf. I hope I somewhat filled your request how you were hoping. Comments and reblogs are happily appreciated, Along with constructive criticism. Please don’t steal my work, plagiarism is a crime remember that.

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Heya! Its Lilyth! You said that you were okay with requests so I was gonna pop one up for ya if you're okay with it of course! Would you be down to do a poly!Kiribaku x reader where the reader is a Scottish transfer student who cant speak japanese but is trying to learn it? Their accent is what git the boys attention and eventually it just happens? Sorry for being vague I just have it really fleshed out in my head but typing it is horrid. Remember to rest and hydrate!!!!

Angels notes: Ahhh, I love that! I love Scottish accents so much, they’re so nice to me! I think this is really cute so I’ll try my best to deliver. Sorry it took my so long to finish, I’ve been really busy and unable to write so it took longer than I hoped for T^T

Character(s): poly!KiriBaku

Genre: romance, fluff

Tw/Cw: none just pure fluff, reader does struggle with Japanese tho, Katsuki and Eijiro speak English, Gn!Reader, no Genitalia mentioned.

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♥︎Your first run in with the duo was, interesting. Adorable, but interesting nonetheless.

♥︎You wanted to live in Japan your whole life, so since you were 14 you started practicing Japanese. A year later your grandma invited you to live in Japan with her.

♥︎Obviously you said yes UwU.

♥︎Back in Scotland not many people had quirks, so you were looked at differently than the other kids. So when you participated in the U.A entrance exams and MADE IT— you were so proud of yourself.

♥︎Problem tho… your Japanese wasn’t the best, and you had a few down points in understanding, so this was going to be something interesting.

♥︎Your first day at U.A was easier than you thought.

♥︎you were… very lost, to say the least. Looking for class 2B wasn’t easy when this school was bigger than a neighborhood.

♥︎While trying to find the classroom you bump into someone. “Ah! I’m so sorry.” You look up at the boy you bumped into, flushing slightly when you noticed he was really cute.

Then you realized you spoke English instead of Japanese. He probably didn’t understand a word I said!! Right as you we’re about to attempt to apologize in Japanese, a redhead appeared from behind the ash blond.

“Hey, you alright BakuBro?” The redheads attention went from the blond, to you in mere seconds. “I’m really sorry again! I swear I didn’t mean to bump you, I was just trying to find my class!” Once again, not in Japanese.

You realize your mess up and groan, facepalming when you see their raised eyebrows. “You guys probably don’t understand English. Damn it.” The hallway was strangely empty during this whole ordeal, which was slightly odd to you considering how many students were in this school.

Kirishima chuckled, catching your attention quickly. “We understand English sweetheart, and it’s very obvious you’re not from here. So, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” Ah, that’s a relief. You sigh, a grateful smile pushing at the corners of you lips.

“Sorry, uh— I’m from Scotland actually. Is it really that obvious that I’m not fluent?” Bakugo makes a tick sound, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s really obvious.” That earned him an elbow in the side from Kiri. “You said Scotland?” “Oh, yes! I actually,”

They didn’t even know your name, but they just wanted to listen to you talk and talk and talk until you didn’t have anything else to say. For some strange reason, your accent was so cute. They loved it.

“…and that’s why I’m lost, hehe.” The two nodded easily pointing class 2B out. “Ah, thank you!” Before you could even take a step in that direction Bakugo pulled you back to your previous spot.

“What’s your name Scotland?” He asked, letting your blazer go. You scolded yourself for the nth time today, of course you forgot to introduce yourself.

“My names Y/n L/n— or, L/n Y/n, but just call me Y/n. What’s your names?” Kiri found you so cute, your innocent little mess ups were so endearing to him.

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro, it’s nice to meet you Y/n.” He offered you a handshake, which you happily gave. You turn to Bakugo, a hopeful glint in your eye.

The blond groans, looking away from your puppy dog eyes to hide his flush. “It’s Bakugo Katsuki dumbass.” You smiled when you noticed his red ears. He just screams tsundere. You looked to the clock, nearly screaming when you realized you were late for your first class.

“I’m late! It was really nice meeting you guys, but I have to get to class! I’ll see you later, bye!” And without another word you took off in the direction of where they said 2B was. They just watched you go, Kirishima giggling when he knew you were out of earshot.

“You like them, don’t you?” Bakugo’s head jerked to the side at his boyfriends sudden words, frowning his eyebrows along with a terrible attempt at hiding his flushed face.

“W-what’re you even..” the redhead cut him off, “don’t try hiding it, Katsuki. The way you were talking to her and everything made it so terribly obvious.” His face worsened, turning away from Kiri to walking in the other direction.

“S-shut up dumbass!” Kiri giggled, chasing after the blonde. “Nothing to be embarrassed about babe!! I like them too!”

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It’s been a few weeks since your first day at U.A, and you’ve easily made quick friends with some of your classmates, and kids from other classes. Especially, a blonde and red haired duo. The two pretty much gravitated towards you. Once they talked and realized they both had feelings for you, they decided to see how you felt about it. They were going to be straight forward, and not beat around the bush.

“So, Y/n. How do you feel about Polyamory relationships?” You turned to look at the redhead, quickly swallowing the noodles that were previously hanging out of your mouth.

“Uh, I don’t really know honestly. I don’t mind them, I mean why pick when you all want each other?” You chuckled, grabbing more of your noodles with your chopsticks. Bakugo was silently listening, pretending to do something productive on his phone.

“I see. So, could you ever see yourself in a poly relationship.” Kiri asked, toying with his lunch sheepishly. Without to much thought you nodded, quickly catching yourself and raising an eyebrow at the boy next to you.

“I mean I wouldn’t mind it. It I like two people, and they like me, and each other— why break it up into a pair when we could be a squad?” He didn’t expect you to answer so… intelligently? Not that he thought you were stupid or anything like that! He just expected a yes no answer.

“So, let’s say if I told you me and Bakugo were together,” you nod, showing him you were listening. “And we told you we liked you, and you liked both of us, would you go out with us?” “Yeah.” Damn, no hesitations.

Your quick answer had both of the males taken aback. You snickered, closing your bento and sticking it back into your bag. “Why do you ask?” Bakugo’s sudden tenseness didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you chose to leave it alone.

Kiri remained silent, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with each of his gulps. Bakugo grew tired of the silence, and decided to take matters into his own emotionally constipated hands. “Will you go out with us damnit!” Perfect. That should do it. You stated at the blind, looking back and forth between him and Kirishima— who was very flustered might I add.

“Wait, so you guys are actually, like, together?” They nod. “And you both like me?” They nod again. You were silent, holding back your grin. You’d liked them both since your 1st week at U.A. They were nice to you— Bakugo is his own little way— and made you feel comfortable. They never made you uncomfortable or feel out of place. You felt safe with them.

“So, what do you say?” You could see his tense they were, and it made you tense. You knew your answer, but seeing how they both seemed to want you, made you nervous of fumbling over your words.

Hai! O ni-ri to issho ni dekaketaidesu!” Their eyes widened, realizing you spoke Japanese without pausing, or fumbling over your words. “Hontōni, ē!” Kirishima shouted, bringing you into one of his bear hugs. You hugged him back, giggling when he started swaying with you.

Your eyes locked on Bakugo, who was still sitting at the table with a smile. “Come here Katsuki!” Kiri called, grabbing his boyfriends hand and forcing him into the hug. He let out a shallow protest, never making a move to get away from the affection.

“O ni-ri wa bakagete iru… Kawaī dan basu, soredemo danbasu.”

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THIS WAS SO BAD I’M SORRY!! I had an idea in my head but I lost it and just kept word barfing T^T, but It’s my first request so I’ll get better I promise! I hope you enjoyed anyways, feedback is always appreciated, along with likes, and comments! And I do take requests, so if you like how I write, and you want me to write something to you, take a look at my rules and send me a request.

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Heya! I'm lilyth! I wanted to pop in and see if you do requests? If not thats cool! Make sure to hydrate and rest!!!!

Aw hello Lilyth! I do indeed do requests, but sadly I’ve been lacking any creative juices to write anything so a request is probably what I need right now tbh hehe.

Make sure you stay hydrated aswell ok! Sleep is good, water is good, food is good. Take care if yourselves!!

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Hanta Sero Masterlist:

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write ‘maybe’ in the tags and put the first tag that comes with it

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Poly!KiriBaku X Reader where reader’s a hair stylist and they do the boys hair for them all the time. Like when Kiri needs his roots re-colored the first person he tells is you, and you pull out the hair dye, your gloves, a fancy looking brush, and you set up the bathroom like a mini salon.

You’ve got a little tub for him to dip his head backwards, hair dryer on stand by, hair brush incase he hasn’t brushed his hair yet which he hasn’t and you get to work so quickly. The whole time he’s got this love drunk look on his face while he watches you do his hair. In his and Bakugo’s eyes you look adorable when you’re focused.

Days when you guys are just lazing around and you get bored you ask to try new braiding styles on their hair, you do longer styles om Kiri since his hair is more grown out, and shorter styles on Bakugo.

One time Bakugo fell asleep in against your stomach while you were braining his hair.

For Hero Galas and events like that you do the twos hair for them. They always look very suave idk what that means it sounded cool tho.

When you try and new look with your hair they’re amazed and when you ask for their opinions they’re always truthful with you, they’ll never tell you they like it if they don’t but they usually like it bc you’re just good like that.

You do the Eren Jeager hair on Bakugo bc it looks amazing on him.

Kiri with a man bun… I’ll leave that one there.

BAKUGO TENDS TO HUM WHEN YOU DO HIS HAIR, HE GETS SO LOST AT THE FEELING OF YOOR HANDS IN HIS HAIR HIS WHOLE TOUGH GUY PERSONA DROPS.

You can be doing something random to Kirishimas hair and if you have to leave or he has to leave in the middle of it he’ll start pouting and whine about ‘needing a few more minutes to become fully at peace from your hands in his hair’.

You teach them how to braid and let them try and each other and you sometimes but usually you’re monitoring.

Sometimes you leave Bakugo with hair ties and cute clips in his hair and make him walk around with that for a while to piss him off. New pfp right there besties.

If you guys had kid imagine they take after you in your life of doing hair and their dads let them practice on them.🥺

Imagine them walking around in bows with pigtails… ok I’m done.

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Meeting A Dilf!Kirishima

Dilf!Kirishima X Fem!Teacher!Reader

Tw/Cw: cliché as shit. Holy hell it’s a lot of fluff, mentions of divorce and unhealthy relationships. Kiri gets flustered like a high school boy. small age gaps but it’s not really talked about. size difference that’s kind of mentioned (Kiri’s a foot and a half taller than you, if you’re 6’2 Kiri’s 7’4 >:) ).

Angel’s Notes: Tumblr made me do it… people have been filling my head with dilf’s and I couldn’t stop my fingers from moving I’m sorry… not really . Thinking of starting a Dilf series????

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“C’mon dad you promised we wouldn’t be late for this!” He chuckles as his 14 year old daughter pulled him along his 3 fingers, finding it funny how she still couldn’t hold his hand.

“Alright alright hang on a second Kit.” The teenage girl huffed at the nickname, pulling him quicker causing the adult male to almost fall forward. “I thought we agreed on no more Kit, what happened to that huh?” He would have thought she was genuinely upset if it wasn’t for her soft smile. He knew his daughter to well to think she hated her little nickname.

“I agreed to that, for a few days Demi, but you’ll always be Kit to me.” His cheerful voice echoed through the empty school halls, coming to a quiet when she opened the classroom door. The room was filled with adults, heights varying all around. But no matter how tall Kirishima continued to standout amongst the crowd.

“Dang, I forgot you’re a human beanstalk, so much for going unnoticed.” He held in a chuckle at her muttering, wandering eyes catching and holding onto something— someone, truly breath taking.

You were stunning. Gorgeous full hair, bright enchanting eyes, beautiful body, and such a pleasant smile like a breath of fresh air. Has he ever seen such an angelic human in his life? He can’t remember so.

His admiring was cut short and the slightly raspy tone of his daughters voice speaking too him: “could you like, stop undressing my favorite teacher with you eyes. I know she’s pretty and all, but dang, don’t gotta drool dad, heh.” Drool? His left thumb came up to the corner of his mouth and wiped away the light drool dripping down build chin.

“Hah, sorry.” Demi sighed at the man, she’s already mentally preparing to work her magic on him and her teacher.

“Everyone give a round applause for Zero’s dad mister Leon the rocket scientist!!” God even your voice was angelic. Was this a gift from whatever god’s looking down one him? If so, thank you, really doing him a solid here.

The quick applause died down when your eyes grazed over the large crowd and landed on your favorite student and her… mountain of a father.

“Kirishima, you’re up.” You eyed the large man with a smile as he jumped out of his skin hearing you call his name. Demi pushed him forward while he walked to the front with a nervous flush. He can talk fine in front of hundreds of journalists who could ruin his life in seconds, but a bunch of junior high kids are making him almost shit himself right now?

“Whenever you’re ready.” You stood to his right, making eye contact when he looked over at you sheepishly. He could hear the excited chatter amongst Demi’s classmates, all of their eyes huge and shocked seeing the number 5 hero infringing them in the flesh.

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro, and I’m a Pro-Hero, I’ve been aiming for it my whole life since I was a little kid. I’ve always loved the idea of helping those around me, but it wasn’t always easy to just jump in and risk your life for another person you don’t even know. Most of my childhood I never thought I’d make it this far, considering my quirk and my slight lack of control most of my life, but you’ll never get anywhere if you don’t work for what you want. Nothing’s ever just gonna fall into your lap, if you want it you gotta get it yourself, you wanna the best you gotta work your way up and that applies for everything in life…”

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“Thank you too all the parents who participated today!! We really appreciate you taking time out of your day’s for this!!” You say thank you to a few more parents before making your way over to Demi and Eijiro.

“Hey there Peanut!!” You take the teenagers head under your arm and ruffle her hair, making her screech and squirm to get out of your monster grip. once she was released from your demon grip, she gave you a smile and wave.

“Hiya Miss Y/n! I want you too meet my dad who’s single and ready to mingle— tell her about yourself Eijiro.” Her hip bumps into her father and he stumbled forward slightly.

He chuckled gently as his face goes red, remembering just how pretty you really are. “Uhm, I—I—I’m—“ “Kirishima Eijiro, I’m guessing.” Shake hands, the difference in size amazing Eijiro and making him once again realize he’s a big ass dude.

You shake hands for a while longer, the momentum slowing to a stop before you two are just staring at each other, intense eye contact being comfortably held as he marveled at how soft your hand was.

Demi broke the silence, clearing her throat making the two of you jump and let go. You scratch behind your ear flustered, a giggle breaking through you lips.

“I don’t mean to be nosy, or anything— or even sound weird or creepy. But how’s a man like you single?” You couldn’t help messing with the bottom of your sweater when you saw the look on the males face.

“The lady left when I was 10. Made up a stupid ass excuse saying ‘she couldn’t handle me’ and ‘it wasn’t the life she wanted’ when all she was after was my old man’s money and the bedtime stuff that happened while I was asleep.”

Demi’s face held a loss of expression, and you turned to look to Eijiro too see his looking at Demi with a frown. “What have I told you about cursing?” The Blackett sighed, crossing her arms over her already developed chest.

“The only place it’ll get me is a long list of chores and no phone for a month.” She recited the words with a hand over her heart, red eyes rolling when she finished her fathers words. The older Kirishima patted her head, which brought a gentle smile to her face.

You never knew Demi’s mom left, but you never asked, the idea of putting yourself where you don’t belong was never comfortable too you.

“I’m so sorry. I know the feeling of loving someone and they leave for no reason, it gets better, it really does.” You smile as the two, barley noticing the childish pink that brushes over Eijiro’s skin.

Demi nudges her father who’s staring deeply at you, making another pair of red eyes look down into hers. ‘Ask her out’ she mouthed when you turned away from the pair, leaving the previous duo to talk to another family about something important.

“Demi, no, I—I don’t know if I’m ready yet— I,” “you think she’s pretty right? You sure seem too stare a lot for a guy who doesn’t think she is.” Eijiro Protestant to not thinking you’re pretty, talk if a moment to really realize what his mini me was up too.

He turned his head too your talking form, his eyes raking up and down your figure with a smile. “She’s really pretty, and she smells nice— I mean what.” You turn around and see both of the Kirishimas looking at you. The two read your lips and see you said ‘I’ll be right back’ to the family of 3 and walked back over to them.

“You two sure stare a lot that’s for sure.” Gosh he felt like such a kid blushing as hard as he was. He’s a grown damn man, with a daughter and his own hero agency, yet he’s getting so worked up over his kids hot high school teacher.

“He has something too ask you! And suddenly Vivian is looking very interesting too talk too.” She walked off quickly after winking to her dad and giving him a thumbs up. You’ve never been so clueless in your life.

“So… what’s that you wanna ask me?” Shit shit shit. Damn it Demi, he doesn’t even know if you’re looking to date right now, he’s gonna die if this goes south.

“I, uh. I—I was, maybe w-wondering if you’d be interested in, uh, g-going on a date? With me, I mean.” Will someone turn that heater down PLEASE? He’s burning up, and he’s so flustered that he doesn’t even noticed the way you shyly glance away from him.

“Yeah, I’d, it’s like that very much.” Oh wow it worked. Eiji looked over too Demi, seeing her grinning and giving him a thumbs up and a silent round of applause.

Would my most kids would hate the idea of their parent dating their teacher, but not Demi. The girl loved you like a mother, you always helped her and encouraged her through everything she did. Even when she tried out for her cheer team you were her number 1 supporter other than her dad.

You were the mother she’s always wanted, but was never fortunate enough to have. She loved her dad to death, he did everything for her and then some, but he can’t talk too him about boys and makeup and other girl stuff, tho he does have the period stuff down to a science.

The two of you discussed when you’re available, coming too an agreement on a day, time, and place too meet at. “I’ll see you then Eijiro.” You waved the two goodbye before walking out of the classroom, a bubbly bounce in your step. The two were leaving out of the school in silence, the goofy look on her dads face never going unnoticed by his mini me.

“Dad it’s fine you’re all giddy, but wipe the silly look off your face please. You look drunk.” Demi’s comment made him blush, rubbing the back of his neck with his large hand. “Sorry Kit, can’t help it. She’s really pretty, and nice, she smell good too, like—“ “dad.” “Sorry.”

The teenager giggled, a smile on her face the whole ride home at the thoughts of her new family.

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Phantom Mementos | Izuku Midoriya x Reader

· Word count: ~6.5k

· Warnings: None

· Summary: You are a ghost that lived in this house for too long on your own. You liked the solitude, somewhat- maybe- but you won't be alone for long.

The shattering of dishes.

The midnight screams.

The rushing of footsteps across creaky, old floors.

You snickered evilly to yourself as you held your transparent waist with transparent arms. Child's play. It was all too easy.

For every couple or family that moved into the old mansion you call home, scaring them had always been a riot. It was your favorite hobby to pass the time. Not that you had a lot to begin with, considering you were dead and something as simple as reading a book was near impossible to do.

As you watched the latest family rush to pack their things, you took long, gentle, and lazy strides across the floor. Your body hovers a few inches off the hardwood. You didn't flinch when they ran through your apparition as your ghostly fingertips graze the many picture frames they decorated the walls with. Your pale, dead eyes scanned each one, imagining a story behind every smile.

You stopped in your tracks when you spot their wedding photo. Lips open and fingertip frozen in between the bride and groom. You don't know why, but something within the smiles of the newlyweds stirred something in your core. As if a forgotten memory was trying to claw its way out of your amnesia. You often found yourself staring at that specific photo in the few days the family had moved in, a wistful expression over your pale face.

"Hmm!"

You recoiled your hand back when the mother grabbed the frame away from your space, her body halfway through your transparent one.

The children were crying as the two parents hustled to put their coats on. Your silent, airy footsteps kept up with them easily as they ran around the place like a chicken that lost its head. A crack of thunder boomed at the same time the father opened the huge creaky doors. How very fitting. You quickly floated over to the door before they could leave and with the last ounce of energy you had stolen from their laptops, slammed it before them. The kid's crying turned into screeches.

"Screw this place, honey!" The mother yelled as she gripped onto her husband's sleeve. "You can tell your great aunt we don't want anything to do with this place anymore! Not one more day of this!"

The silent, shaky nod of his head was all he could muster before he slammed his hand onto the doorknob and yanked the door open. As if the door was some kind of monster he had to fight for the safety of his family. When it didn't slam in their faces a second time, they paid no mind to the downpour drenching them as they ran to their car. Soaked, scared out of their wits, and no doubt tired, the car came to life with a roar and the screeching of the tires echoed against the wet, cracked pavement of the driveway.

From the doorstep, you floated with your stomach facing down in the air and elbows resting right under you, the palms of your hands propping your chin up. You watched the car with amusement in your eyes and counted the seconds it took for their vehicle to turn into a dot in the distance before disappearing.

"Hmm, ten whole seconds faster than the last fam~ not bad."

Giggling, you floated back in the house and stretched your arms and legs out wide like a starfish in the middle of the room. The loud whoosh of the wind from the storm slammed the doors closed behind you. Your body floated down to the ground, your feet touching the floor though you didn't feel it. Your arms hung flat by your sides.

"Alone again.. and good riddance."

You inhaled through your nose, the scent of anything no longer existing in your mental library.

The room was pitch black now, the storm cutting off all power just after the family left. It was as if the universe wanted to set you up in the correct mood. Or it wanted to remind you.

A snap of lightning momentarily brightened up the room you were in before plunging you back into silent darkness.

Birdsong greeted your ears as you tilted your head into your arm, your cheek squishing in the process. You sat at the highest point of the building with your legs curled into your chest, your arms resting on your knees. The mansion had been quiet for a few months now, giving you your preferred space of silent solitude. You were lonely sure, but with you being a ghost, you couldn't exactly make friends with regular, normal, and very much still alive people, now could you?

Besides, having people around always made your skin crawl. You particularly couldn't stand the lovey-dovey couples. Something about openly expressing and showing affection made you want to die all over again. That must have been how you died in your past life: too much PDA.

You sigh.

You tilted your head to the side of you, letting it slowly slide over your shoulder, your body following suit. Your ghostly frame drifted downward from the roof until you landed on the ground on your back like a leaf in autumn. A spring flower oh, so tenderly floated down to your face. You let out a huff of air, pretending that the falling flower would fly away from your face, instead of through you and onto the soft grass beneath you.

You were bored.

While you didn't like the notion of sharing your living- haunting?- space, the lack of activity in the mansion was also starting to grate on your dead nerves.

Sure, some things happened a few weeks ago. First, the real estate agent fuming and complaining about how this mansion would sell if "stupid kids" would stop scaring the new homeowners. Then, a priest was called in for an exorcism but considering that you weren't exactly a demon, you weren't chased away.

What else happened? Oh yeah, painters came in and gave the walls a fresh new look. New furniture was installed. Even the foundation and driveway were made anew. Everything was fixed from the bad wiring and rotting insulation to the mice and roach infestation.

You weren't sure what was happening. You know the current owners didn't care much for the mansion's appearance to suddenly put money into it. The large FOR SALE sign was still up outside so no one had to have bought the newly remodeled home. No one even came over to see the house. It may have looked as good as new now, but the one thing they could never change was you and your stubborn ass. You would make sure that this place kept its reputation of being the most haunted mansion in the whole neighborhood.

You weren't sure why you were so attached to this place, but if that was how you felt now as a phantom, maybe the mansion meant a lot to you back when you were alive. You only wished you remembered how your past life was like. Is this where you lived? What kind of person were you? Did you have a family? Were you always alone? Did you have friends that were still alive? Did you have a lover...

While contemplating the hazy memory of your past, a vehicle's horn sounded off in the driveway. You turned your head from your laying position and spotted a very large moving truck backing up the driveway.

"Wha-?" Your form lifted up and you floated towards all the ruckus. A mini-van came up not too long after and parked behind the moving truck. And then, the familiar car of the real estate agent pulled up by the sidewalk beside the white picket fence surrounding the yard.

The sounds of car doors opening and closing kept you rooted in your spot. You stared unbelievably at the exchange two adults made. A handshake and then the [FOR SALE] sign was taken down.

"They didn't... tour the house." An incredulous breath left your pale lips. No way. No one, in the history of over 50 years, did anyone buy this house without touring it first. Who buys a house before they physically see it? No one you've ever seen or known before.

You stood there in the middle of the walkway. A blank stare on your face. Is that why the house had been remodeled those few weeks ago?

. . .

For the first time in decades, you felt a shiver run up your spine. Your eyes looked around before drifting downwards to a child in front of you. A little boy, about 5 years old. He held a plush of a Pomeranian in his arms and had the same colored, ashen blonde hair. His crimson eyes seemed to stare right at you and you craned your head to see what he was staring at. The roof?

There was nothing there that could possibly interest a small child. Maybe it was a bird that flew away...

"Katsuki, what are you looking at?"

Your eyes moved from the roof to the sound of a woman's voice. She looked exactly like her son, with the same hair and eye color. Even the way their hair was styled was the same. She placed the box she was carrying on the ground and crouches down to his height. Placing a hand on his head, she turns her head to look at you.

Unlike little Katsuki's blank, almost angry-looking stare, the mother looks your way with a smile on her face. It made you nervous. Who are these people?

"There's a girl here.." His little voice says plainly. "She's like him.."

"Oh, is there now?" his mother chirped before standing up, her eyes looking straight ahead but over your crown. She puts a hand out for a shake, but it phased right through your chest instead.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Mitsuki! I hope you don't mind us moving in."

The woman's smile was wide and, if you weren't so dumbstruck, contagious. Your eyes looked to hers. It didn't meet yours. It stared above your head, so you knew she didn't see you the way you are. You looked down at Katsuki and the boy was still staring at you with a burning fervor. He clearly sees you the way you are.

"She's not that tall.. and your hand is going right through her chest." he sighed, rather annoyedly, and walked towards the house, walking around you as if making sure to not walk into you.

'Mitsuki' only chuckled to herself while shaking her head. "That boy.." she sighs and picks up the box, going right through you as she walks towards the house herself. You turned around to watch their moving backs, your eyes drifting over to Katsuki's who was giving you a glacial side glance before disappearing into the mansion.

For the first time in your undead life, you felt cold and unsure of what to do.

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The whole interaction had you thinking throughout the day. You didn't even bother to watch them unload and unpack like you did with the previous families. You kept your distance, especially from the crimson-eyed boy who curiously inspected every room in the mansion. He had the habit of talking to empty air. Maybe he was at that age where he had imaginary friends. It wouldn't be the first time you'd seen it.

He stopped right below the trapdoor that led to the attic, his stare burning a hole into the door on the ceiling. You were leaning by a corner wall, just watching him. All of a sudden, his head spins to the side, instantly locking eyes with yours. You froze on the spot.

"Can you get that door open? I wanna see what's up there." He spoke clearly, obviously directing his order at you. However, it didn't stop you from pointing a finger quizzically to yourself. He rolls his eyes and nods, turning his body to face you. "Yes, you! Girl with no name... or voice, for that matter?" he scrunches his brows together in thought.

Before you could say anything, the sound of a lock clicking catches both of your attention. Both of your heads shot up towards the ceiling. The attic door opens with a slam, the ladder sliding down from above loudly. Katsuki sidesteps to avoid getting struck and a wide grin shows itself on his face.

"Good job, Deku!" He starts to go up the rungs of the ladder before his dad's voice calls out for him from the hallways. "Eugh, stupid parents.. always ruining my fun.." he grumbled and hopped off the fifth rung he managed to get up to. You floated over to the boy and he did what he always did since you two 'met'. He stared at you. This time you stared back.

The brown mane of his dad's came around the corner and the man let out a soft 'ah, there you are' once he spotted Katsuki. He picked the boy up by the armpits, moving him to sit on his shoulders. He notices that the ladder connecting to the ceiling had been let out.

"Did you open the attic door, 'Tsuki?"

The boy shook his head and pointed at the darkness past the open entry.

"Nuh-uh, Deku did! It took him a while too. That girl must be hogging up all the energy in this place." He pointed at you.

His dad only chuckled and humored the boy with imaginary friends. He started walking away with Katsuki on his shoulders, telling him something about the new school he was going to go to and something about dinner that made the boy excited. Their voices sounded like white noise to you as they walked away.

"Deku...?" you questioned out loud as you hovered near the ladder.

"That would be me!"

"AAH!"

You jumped back, the right side of your ghostly body permeating through the wall beside you. Your sight linked with wide, emerald gems of eyes. The top half of his body was phased through the ceiling, the bottom half hidden from view, meeting your shocked gaze with an upside-down smile. Wild tufts of dark green hair softly bounced as he floated down to meet you properly. You stayed half-hidden inside the wall.

"Wow, I didn't realize that another ghost already lived here!" He began speaking to you with excitement shining in his face, his fists clenched and shaking up and down in front of him. He was like an excitable puppy. He recalls his little buddy telling him about a girl that was 'just like him' that lived in this house. He wasn't sure what the boy exactly meant by that since the only ghost Katsuki could see was himself, despite others that Deku himself sees around the blonde. At first, he thought that maybe it was an actual imaginary friend.

At the news, thoughts of you filled his head as he played with the little boy this first day of moving in, never wandering too far from the desire to meet you. Seeing you here, now he knew exactly what the boy meant! Words spilled from his mouth like a raging flood.

"Oh gosh, where are my manners! My name's Izuku, but you can call me Deku too if that's what you want. I have so many questions to ask you- first of all, how are you doing?"

"..."

You stayed silent, too stunned at the fact that another ghost was right in front of you. In all your years, you've never... there was something about him though. Something you couldn't figure out but whatever it was, it made you curious about him. As if you had known him your whole life. Did he feel the same? Were you finally craving attention now that you had someone in front of you that was in the same situation as you, more or less?

"..H-hello? I didn't... I'm not- scaring you... a-am I?" Izuku wasn't sure how to take your stunned silence. His excitable bouncing stopped as his feet flattened on the floor. He watched you slowly sink more into the wall as if you wanted nothing but to get away from him. That was fine. He'd give you space but he at least wanted to know your name.

"I- uh.." he wasn't sure how to form the question as he held his hands out in front of him in a silent invitation.

"Who are you?" your voice finally rang out amidst the awkward silence. How sweet. Like bells on a Sunday morning. Wait, what..

"Oh, I guess you didn't hear me," he was glad you decided to speak to him instead of running away. "My name is Izuku and-"

"That's not what I meant-"

You took a moment and a deep breath to calm yourself from your sudden outburst and finally came out of the wall, fully facing him with all your ghostly presence. You could see his eyes widen and his jaw drop at the sight of your face. It made you uneasy as you shrunk within yourself at his sudden silence, his demeanor completely different from how he was just seconds before.

"Well? A-are you just going to stand there or are you going to-"

"(Y-Y/n)!?"

Your inquiry was cut short when your name spills in broken whispers from his lips. His scarred hands grip at his shirt as he hunches over his knees. Something compelled you to go closer to him and place your hands on his shoulders. As if preventing him from falling over. You would have never done it for any other stranger, but for him... It was as if it was your job to make him feel better. Especially when his emerald orbs shone with a glossy sheen as he holds back the urge to cry with his teeth clenched. You were confused as hell.

"H-hey... I didn't mean to-"

Maybe it was your fault he started getting emotional. Maybe it was your yell. Maybe you were a little too harsh and he happened to be a little sensitive crybaby. Maybe-

"I finally found you!"

His arms instantaneously wrap around you, holding onto your pale body tightly. With one hand flat against the small of your back and another on the back of your head, you were squished into his own self as he buried his sniffling nose into your neck. He shook violently as he suppressed the urge to cry out loud. You felt cold, glass-like tears running down your shoulders as you stood there with a speechless expression. Your arms hung loosely next to his sides, fingers itching to close the gap and hold him back just as tightly.

Despite feeling nothing, his embrace made you warm for the first time in decades.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you..."

His sniffles were the only sound in the silence between the two of you. Your brain taking its time to process his sentence

"HAAH?!"

[ 6 Months Later ]

"(Y/n), please! You're going to exhaust yourself!"

You ignored the forest-haired boy as your hands gripped onto the dishes that were laid to dry on a towel on the kitchen counter. You rolled your eyes and floated away from him, one large dish in hand. The male made it a mission to never stray too far away from you. You were too reckless for your own good.

You raise the plate over your head but before you could smash it on the ground, he grabs your wrists and takes your arms down from their high position.

"Darling, please." Wide, pleading eyes started a war within yourself, a war between your heart and your stubborn habit to kick anyone that moved in out of here.

Eventually, the pouting lip of the male in front of you causes you to sigh and release the plate from your white-knuckled grip. He immediately takes the ceramic and places it back to its original place. You cross your arms as he opens his, inviting you to a hug.

"Don't look at me with that stupid grin on your face." You huff as you snap your head to the side indignantly, keeping rooted in your stance. You could hear him chuckle in front of you before a hand gently places itself on your head, caressing your hair in that manner that always calmed you down.

6 months ago, he had told you.

You have no idea how long I've waited for you...

When you didn't respond the way he had expected, he made an excuse as if he had mistaken you for someone else. Somewhere inside yourself, you had already been convinced that what he said truly was intended for you. He insisted that he was mistaken.

It took some time to adjust to having someone that can freely communicate with you in the next weeks after that. Besides Katsuki, who only ever stares at you whenever you were around, Izuku was your only company. The greenette quickly took to calling himself your friend, despite your multiple attempts at seeming like an absolute monster to him.

You would be lying to say you didn't like the attention he gave you. He paid attention to all of your habits. Sometimes even going as far as gathering energy for you so that the two of you could read a book together. Small gestures he did made you happy and it was a wonder how he seemed to know your likes and dislikes before you even told him.

However...

The first time he openly sabotaged your efforts to scare away the Bukugos was the time you declared war with him. After all, what ghost openly accepts living people?! Wasn't there some kind of ghost protocol that states you have to be a menace to the living society?? It was definitely not just because you wanted him all for yourself whenever he goes to play with the blonde boy. No, definitely not.

"It's not fun living by yourself. Why don't you become part of our family."

You could still remember the day he told you that. He was so adamant at making you feel at home, you were beginning to think there was some kind of underlying, evil plan behind those forest green eyes of his. Truly nobody was that nice. But then you learned that being nice was the endearing thing about him. Among everything else.

You stood in the middle of the attic floor, staring at an old, faded wedding photo of times long gone. The faces of the couple had been obscured by father time but something about it always makes you feel bittersweet. You weren't sure why this particular photo had been saved considering the mansion's destroyed past. It was easily over 50 years old, yet it stayed here like a memory that refused to leave.

"(Y/n)!" Izuku calls out for you from below. There was a small panic in his voice, telling you that he had been searching for you for some time now.

"Attic." That was all you said as your eyes stayed locked with the frame. Your finger runs through the groom's shrouded face. Muffled screams and flashes of fire played in your mind like an old tape reel on loop.

A pair of arms wrap around your waist, a familiar chin rested itself on your shoulder. Tufts of his wild green hair tickled your cheek as you turn your head slightly to meet his face. His eyes stared at the photo with a wistful look.

"Since you said you lived here before- do you know them?"

You weren't sure but you could have sworn a pang of pain reflected in his sad smile. He turns his nose to bury in the crook of your neck.

"I did.."

"What's their story?"

From the months you had come to know him, his hesitation to answer your question was out of the ordinary. Something he almost never did unless it was about something extremely sensitive. His eyes kept their gaze on the wedding photo and you could see your reflection in his glassy orbs.

"Izuku." You cooed as you placed your hands on his cheeks, snapping him out of his trance. He turned to look at you, the sad smile returning to his face. He hums and places a hand over yours, turning his face to plant a gentle kiss into your palm.

He was always so open at showering you with affection. At first, you hated it but now, you don't know what you'd do without it.

"Sorry, it's just- a hard memory to recall." He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek as you did with his. "You really don't remember anything?"

"Ah, this question again?" You sighed in an annoyed tone. "You always ask me that. Why don't you just tell me what you know! We obviously knew each other in our past life, so why not just fill me in?" He chuckled at you crossing your arms in front of him.

He hums in thought before leading you to the window seat on the far end of the small attic room. He sits you down gently and places a small kiss on your forehead.

"I'll be right back. Wait there for me."

Before you could respond, he flew off towards the main area of the mansion, leaving you to contemplate the kiss he left on your forehead. The small kiss, or the way he said that last sentence?- triggered a painful memory within, causing you blackout.

"Darling~" Izuku's soft voice calls out to you as you stirred in your sleep.

"Mhm, five more... minutes.." You turn your head to the side, a small smile ghosting your lips. The male chuckled and stroked the top of your head lovingly. A blade of grass tickled your nose, causing a (e/c) colored eye to gingerly open. The blurry green blade entered your view, dancing in front of your face as it tickled the edges of your nose. Your smile grew as your hand waved it away.

"Izukuuuu," you whined and sat up with eyes closed. "Stop, I was having such a nice dream." You hummed a yawn as you placed your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace.

"Sorry honey, but it's getting late and it's supposed to rain tonight." He peppers your face with slow, chaste kisses, the last one he places on your lips to which you pressed back just as lovingly.

He hummed against your lips after you pulled back. Neither one of you wanting the moment to end.

"I love you, 'Zuku." Your fingertips graze his jawline as his hand runs circles on your arm. "I love you more, honeypie."

After a few minutes of playfully arguing who loves who more, the two of you packed your picnic belongings and began the walk back home. Hand in hand. Though Izuku insisted he carries most of the things. Only letting you carry your (f/c) parasol and the blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

A few hours back at home and the two of you were snuggled up against each other, reading a book about a beauty and a beast. A large, warm blanket covered the two of you as the gentle crackles of the fireplace filled the background.

Your head was on his shoulder and his head laid on top of yours. You held half of the book with your left hand as he held the other half with his right. His left arm was wrapped around your waist as your free hand traced against the words being read out loud.

Occasionally you would find Izuku's stare on your face rather than the book itself. The two of you share laughs as you call him out whenever it was his turn to read.

"I can't help it~" he closes his side of the book before taking it from your hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. "I'm so lucky to be able to have an angel as my wife."

His sweet words never failed to make your heart soar and kisses were something the two of you would never go a day without doing at least 50 times. His hand was firm but gentle on your cheek as he pulls you in for another, more passionate kiss. He whispers sweet nothings as his lips brush against yours. You return the gesture and as the night goes on, so would the two of you in your heated moment up to the bed.

×

You blink your eyes and you were greeted with darkness. You blinked again and the mansion that you've called home presented itself in front of you. Nothing much had changed except its appearance was much more different than how it is now. It was warmer somehow and was decorated from top to bottom with rose vines. Looking around, the neighborhood was different and upon only noticing it now, it was as though you were looking at everything through an antique filter covering your eyes.

As your head was facing the side, an eruption of warmth and bright colors exploded to the side of you. Your head snapped back to the mansion only to see the whole building roar up in flames.

"N-no..." you whispered as you willed your legs to go forward. Your staggering steps turned into rushed racing as you headed inside the building.

Crossing your arms in front of you, you notice the heat never touched your body. You wasted no seconds as you ran to the upstairs bedroom, where the current residents slept. You really did see them as a family now. No doubt thanks to the certain green haired lad.

"Izuku!" You called out his name but there was no answer. You coughed as the smell of smoke fills your lungs. Your eyes widened in confusion. Smell? Smoke?

"(Y/n)!"

The ceiling above you groaned and creaked before you could answer the frantic yell. Your legs ran towards the exit and you managed to get out before beams and wood could trap you inside the room. You slam into the opposing wall, a groan spilling from your lips. Footsteps from the far end of the hallway capture your attention.

Izuku stood there with widening, fearful eyes. Your brows creased in confusion. He looked so real. He wasn't the pale, ghostly body of the male you were just talking to hours prior. His clothes were also different. Almost as if this Izuku was from a different time.

He calls your name again as he makes his way towards your coughing frame.

"Damn, of all things for my condition to act up.." you bitterly chuckled and slid down to the floor over your legs, your hand barely holding onto the wall beside you.

"Honey, I'm going to come to you. Wait there for me."

Izuku did his best to get to you, however, a pair of beams and wooden structure falls in front of him, preventing him from rescuing his beloved. A pair of waterfalls cascaded down his cheek as you sat there with your hands covering your face.

"Just go, Izu!" You throw a picture frame towards him. It landed in front of him and he aggressively shook his head, grabbing the flaming timber, burning his hands in the process. "N-no! I'm not leaving you!" determination filled his voice as his strength spiked with adrenaline began to move the heavy material with a groan.

"We're getting out of here and-and.." he let go of the beam with a pained grunt as he pulls in his burned hands. He looks up at you once more, your smile and sleepy face playing with his emotions.

"We'll take another wedding photo!" he screamed as if you had control of the situation. He knew what your eyes were telling him but he didn't want to accept it. The mansion may be falling apart at the seams around him, but he refuses to let your eyelids fall over your beautiful (e/c) eyes.

"I love you, 'Zuku.."

"(Y/n)!" his screams were the last thing you heard before the distant sounds of sirens outside the window. The heat around you expanded and enveloped your body like an angry dragon. Your sight blurred at the last effort your green-eyed lover attempted before collapsing on the ground, reaching for you for the last time.

And then

Back to darkness...

"(Y/n)!"

Your shoulders were roughly shaken, waking you up from the bittersweet dreammare of a memory. Your wide-opened eyes focused back on the present. Izuku stood in front of you as his hands gripped onto your shoulders tightly. You stared at him dumbstruck. Of course. How could you forget? He must've been so hurt...

"(Y/n)..." your name seems to be the only word in his vocabulary right now as his thumb rubs away the tears running down your face. You mumbled messily. "Shh, you don't have to talk." He shushed you gently as he sat on the ground, pulling you down to him and sitting you on his lap. His hand rubs at your hair as the other rubs circles on your hands.

"I-I'm sorry... 'Zuku.."

He froze. You had never called him by any kind of nickname since seeing you again, so this meant that-

"You remembered??" He pulls you away from his person and stares into your eyes disbelievingly. You nodded with a quivering smile. His eyes matched yours in the water making process, hugging you so tight it could have killed you if you weren't already dead. This time you hugged him back just as tightly, if not tighter.

"Izuku.."

"(Y/n).."

You spent the next few hours in each other's embrace. He told you that you had died in this very house, the fire taking you away from him.

"They figured out that it was an arson and they never found the culprit." His hand balled into fists as he recalled the memory. You wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, reassuring him and calming him down. He let go of a shaky breath and rubbed his cheek on yours.

"After your funeral, I was determined to put him behind bars. I spent the next few years in the force hunting him down and eventually I did."

"What happened?"

He stayed silent. A brewing storm in his eyes as he recalls the interaction.

"I put him in jail but then-"

He sighed and pulled you closer if that was possible. He peppered your face with kisses, just as he did when the two of you were still alive.

"Life was hard without you, love. I was so lonely..."

You put your hands on his cheeks and smiled lovingly at him. You gingerly placed a quick kiss on his lips, his own trailing after yours when you pulled away, begging for more.

"I'm here now.. I'll never leave you again... I promise."

×

A few years down the road, the hot-tempered little boy grew up and was now in his teens. While heading downstairs, he was met with a familiar nagging voice.

"Did you finish your homework? You were up pretty late last night... Oh, did you say sorry to that blonde-headed kid you punched yesterday-?

"Alright already, jeez stop woman. You're worse than my shitty old hag!"

Izuku's laughter could be heard from the other side of the room. He floated over to where you were and placed a warm kiss on your cheek, making the blonde roll his eyes as he slabs peanut butter on a slice of bread.

"You two are gross."

"And you should listen to her more. She might as well be your second mom, you know?"

"The hell? You two-" he pointed the butter knife towards the two of you. "You're like only a few years older than me now."

You pinched his cheek to which he didn't feel of course.

"Physically, maybe- but not mentally, Kacchan~" you cooed with the old nickname he now proclaims he hated. The blonde groaned and threw his head back as he sat down on a chair. He snapped off a piece of his sandwich and glared at the two of you. You seemed to have something on your mind but were hesitating to say anything out loud.

He was always so sharp so he noticed every little thing about the pair. Why wouldn't he? Especially since he's lived with the two of you for over a decade now.

"What are you two so nervous about anyways..?" he growled as he finishes off his sandwich, still staring at you with intense crimson eyes.

"Oh, he noticed." you feigned hurt and tilted your head towards Izuku before the two of you let out a laugh.

"We just wanted to make sure you were good before.." the forest eyed male stopped himself as his ghostly apparition of a hand hovers over Katsuki's head in a touchless pat.

"You're leaving.." the blonde's voice was blank, devoid of emotion but his eyes said something otherwise.

"Yes," your quiet voice answered the stillness in the air. "We're.. moving on. We figured it was the right time now that you're old enough to not-- need us..." Your hands found themselves in Izuku's as he pulled you towards him.

Katsuki snapped his head to the side, brows furrowed. "Hah, as if I needed you guys before. I didn't..." He whispers the last part, in a tone that all of you felt.

"Oh, but don't worry! We'll try to stay until you get home tonight!" Your grin greeted him and he rolled his eyes once more.

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The blonde squatted down and placed the bouquet of flowers on a grave. Two names were engraved on the stone, both holding the Midoriya surname. A message was engraved on the stone he has personally seen to be made:

{ Together Again at Last }

"Hope you two are happy, wherever you are.."

He stood up and turned his head at the sound of voices not too far from where he was. Two families were meeting up near another grave, just casually chatting. His eyes focused on two little children held by their mothers. They were curious about each other and reached their little baby hands towards one another.

A grin on his face grows as the familiar green bush of hair on the boy is ruffled by the gentle (e/c) eyed girl. Familiar smiles on their faces. He walks back to his car with his hands in his pockets, his group of friends waving at him.

"Yeah, you two idiots are all good.."

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I’m… I’m actually crying..

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Paring: Kirishima Eijiro X Reader

Tw/Cw: Reader has female anatomy but no pronouns are given I think, staring, grinding, spanking (he slaps your ass once), degrading (he calls you a slut once), pegging is mentioned but doesn’t actually happen, swearing duh.

Note: everything written today was consented to, and the characters are aged-up are 22+l. This is a quirkless!AU so I hope y’all enjoy!

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PersonalTrainer!Kirishima who you heard of through a few close friends who worked with him. They spoke highly of him, saying how he’s really professional but he keeps you comfortable and laughing.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima did not expect for you too be so… sexy. Your blue leggings and your matching sports bra hugged your body so nicely, and your hair framed your face of so prettily he felt like he just got punched in the throat.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima loved how you matched his energy. Willing to talk and joke with him while still focusing on your workout.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima was struggling to keep his gaze from wandering over to your round ass in a squat. If he looked any closer enough he could have seen your red panties underneath.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima, who’s squatting behind you to help with your posture, face, ears, and neck red from how he can feel your ass brushing against his clothed cock.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima who’s usually very professional, was loosing his cool around you. He’s never wanted to bend one of his clients over a bench and shove his cock so deep inside he could feel himself hit the cervix.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima got very comfortable very fast, and so did you. He stated getting more touchy (obv with consent) when it came to your workouts. Cradling your hips and letting his touches linger for a while longer than he should have.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima fell for you all to quickly. You made him feel things he’s never felt for anyone before. In less than 4 months he’s already taken you out on 3 dates, and he’s ready to go on another one.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima, who bends you over a bench after hours too fuck you from behind. He has his thick fingers pushed to the back of your throat to keep you from screaming, “keep quiet now little one, do you want everyone to know how good I’m splitting y’ur slutty little pussy open? Ngh- you keep tightening’ around me, you must wanna get caught, huh?”

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima gives it to you so good. He praises you so pretty while talking down to you at the same time. His big fat 8.5 inch cock splitting you in half when he locks the gym up.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima if so good with his mouth. He quickly finds where you like being caressed and touched and he treats you like royalty.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima really appreciated when you help him clean up, and walk home with him. It shows him he’s not just a dick for you, or a source of attention, and that you actually do care about him.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima brings an extra water bottle for you bc he knows sometimes you forget yours.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima who slaps your ass while your in a squat and calls it “a tap on encouragement”.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima is crazy for you, too try anything you want. You say you want to milk him dry? He lets you milk him dry. You want to peg him? Hell he’s willing to try.

PersonalTrainer!Kirishima goes from just a trainer to a boyfriend really, really fast. And who’re you too complain when he’s yours?

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ALRIGHT! This has been plaguing my mind and I’ve gotta write it bc it’s to freaking wholesome not to. Also this is Fem!Reader enjoy!

So, Shoji is the youngest of Class 1-A, but he’s the tallest and it’s kind of funny. So basically my thought is that you protect Shoji like he’s your child bc you LOVE THIS FUCKER!

So during the whole class 1-A vs class 1-B thing you weren’t there so you weren’t aware of what Pony had said about him. But most of the clas 1-A students were so relived you weren’t there to hear what she said, or else you may have ended her— or made her a single horned deer-.

After it all happened you were released from the hospital (due to former injuries that we won’t go into) and Mina filled you in on what happened. “Yeah, and that Pony girl said some nasty things about Shoji.” Pause. Repeat?

“What did she say, exactly?” You asked.

Mina looked at Shoji, grimacing when she saw him shaking his head. “Mina, Ashido. Tell me.” Yeah no, ain’t no way she’s dying today. So she told you what Pony said.

You were dead silent, a shocked look on your face and your brown deeply frowned. “That’s so childish, but so bitchy. I bet the bitch eats hay.” A few chuckles were heard from a few of your classmate’s. But your eyes caught Shoji’s talk form in the center of the room.

“She didn’t upset you, did she Sho?” He shook his head no. “How dare she insult the class baby like that.” “She’s got some kind of death wish or something.” Everyone started talking about how rude pony was in what she said about Shoji, but you just hugged him best you could and smiled.

“Bet it didn’t even phase you huh?” You ask. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smiling when he answered no. You already had the face of Pony in your head, so you knew who to look for after class was over.

“Shoji?” He hummed in response to your call and froze in his spot at the feeling of your lips on his masked cheek. “I don’t care what you look like under that mask, you’ll always be my Sho, baby of class 1-A.” His eyes widened, fists balling up and red easily visible down his neck.

The rest of the day you were found with Shoji more than usual. And, gave Pony a piece of your mind, a little something to think about before messing with 1-A’s baby.

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Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki X ChubbyFem!Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Tw/Cw: chubby chaser obvi, swearing, uhm smut?, fluff too. Enjoy Loll

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Alright, I’m just gonna come out and say it.

Tamaki Amajiki, is a chubby chaser. I believe that more than anything I’ve read— Tamaki is a chubby chaser!!!

You see it’s not really that he doesn’t like smaller built people— he just can’t help but drool when he sees a chubby!you sitting on a bench in a park near his agency he could not look away.

You were so pretty sitting there watching your baby sister play on the playground, your thick thighs pancaking on the smooth wood. So what did he do?

He asked you out.

Random huh?

He was so happy when he found out you had a big appetite like him. He’s always needed someone who could keep up with him when it came to that.

God he loved you so much. You’re so pretty. You ask him to come out to morning jobs with you— to where he’ll put popular stand behind you to see the fat of your ass bounce around in your yoga pants.

He thinks you’re so pretty— so perfect. He hated it when you think any less of yourself. So, when he gets you alone in a quiet place where no one can bother you, he shows you why he loves you.

He’ll caress every part of your body, telling you exactly why he loves it— why he loves you. He wants you to see the beautiful woman he does. He leaves love bites all over yours thighs, stomach, breasts, everywhere.

He makes sure you know why he loves all of you, in the best way possible.

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MHA/BNHA boys react to you: wearing another pros merch?!?!

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Parings: Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader, Katsuki Bakugo X Fem!Reader, Shoto Todoroki X Fem!Reader, Kirishima Eijiro X Fem!Reader, Denki Kaminari X Fem!Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Fem!Reader, Keigo (Hawks) Takami X Fem!Reader.

Note: New to writing on tumblr so might not be the best, but I’ll get better promise ya. Btw they’re aged up to their 20’s.

Cw: suggestive but no actual smut yk, fluff, possessiveness, insecurities, jealousy, angst? No not really, swearing. think that’s it.

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He was very very confused

Why were you wearing another pros merch?

He got slightly insecure abt it too

Did you not love him as much anymore? Did you not like the merch he gave you? Did you it like his stuff at all?

He tried not to stare at the Ingenium T-Shirt for too long, other wise me was sure he’d tear up and the last thing he needed was for you too see him cry

He don’t want to me that boyfriend— making it seem like the only thing your aloud to us are things that involve him

But why were you wearing this when you have a whole collection of Deku merch?

It was nagging at him really terribly, he just wants an answer, it wasn’t like he though you might have a thing for Iida… right?

You didn’t right?

You love him right!

That’s when he gave into his thoughs

“Why’re you wearing an Ingenium Hoodie?”

Great now you’ll thing he’s annoying and clingy

He didn’t expect for you to giggle at his pink flushed face

That only made him feel even worse

We’re you about to tell him because you love him? Because he’s you’re new favorite hero? Because he’s no longer the No. 1 in your heart?

He couldn’t handle that not a little bit

“‘Zuku, honey. Look at me.”

He didn’t even notice he had looked away from your beautiful eyes, but he looked back as soon as he heard you calm him

“The reason why I’m wearing this, is because all of my Deku merch is dirty and I needed to wash it. I just threw in the first hoodie I saw. No need to be upsets love.”

Ah, that made him feel so much better

But he also felt silly— getting jealous over something as simple as a hoodie

But he loved you so it justifies enough!!

The rest of the day you two just lounged around the house playing board games— you won most of them where he won all the ones that required a strategy… so he didn’t win to much…

But one again not his fault!!

He was just to busy staring at the gorgeous win he’s able to call his wife (that’s you yes you you gorgeous being)

He was pissed!!

Outraged!!!

Another word for angry!!

He comes home from a hard day at work, kicking ass, ready to just cuddle up to his wife and watch actions movies… AND HE SEES YOU WEARING ANOTHER HERO’S SWEATER!?!?!?

And to make matters worse worse it’s a DEKU SWEATER!?!

He was seething

You could pretty much see him foaming at the mouth

“The fuckin’ hell are you doing wearing that damn nerds merch!!”

As yes, death is one of the plausible chooses rn

You knew he was pissed when he closed the door without locking it— especially since he prides your safety so much

”U-uhm… I, I was just cold Kat—“

“Than wear my merch!! Not this stupid thing— why do you have this anyways!?!?”

When did you get this thing again?

And why did you have it??

Good he was so heated he wanted to go to the nerds place and bash his face in!!

He bought you pretty much every piece of his merch that came out when it came out

So why wear the nerds stuff?

His merch was clean, he knows because he wished it all yesterday and hung it in your closet…

Oh

“You little vixen.”

In barley a second the sweater was torn off of your body and you were left bare in front of your husband

“K-Katsuki—“

“Don’t ‘Katsuki’ me. You did this to yourself by being a bitch, so now you’ll get fucked like one, that’s why you wore his merch right? To piss me off?”

Silence

“Stay quiet then, you won’t be for long.”

Uhm… I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination-

He’s the one that doesn’t even really notice, nor care

It’s just a hoodie no big deal

It’s not not your walking around kissing Dynamite

Your just wearing his merchandise to support him and he thinks it’s nice of you

But then he saw you were naked underneath that for some reason made him uneasy

You never just walk around in nothing, whether it’s just a pair of shorts and a bra you’re never just naked…

Not even in his merch

What’s so special about Bakugo’s merch, huh?

Is it softer than his?

Smell nicer?

So you like him more?

“… Y/n why are you wearing Bakugo’s merch and not mine?”

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, it slipped!

He just wanted to think it but his mind and mouth had a difference of opinion

You looked at him confused, head tilted to the side as you sat on the slinger next to him

“What do you mean Sho?”

“You always wear my merch, no matter the day seems like. But now you’re wearing his merch, and your naked?”

You understood now, he was jealous

It wasn’t often your duel-haired husband was jealous— he barley showed any emotions at all

So it was quiet funny when you see he’s upsets over something as measly as a hoodie

“Shoto I threw this hoodie in so I could come downstairs and cook with you. I wanted to get down quickly before you left that’s all.”

He’s never felt so much relief wash over him than in that moment

You weren’t in love with Dynamite then

Good

After that the both of you made breakfast, throwing flour at each other getting it stuck in your hair, smearing Pancake batter on his face, then taking a shower together that was filled with kissed and love… making him 30 minutes late

Oh boy

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

He immediately tried to rip it off

It shocked you to your core

Kiri was never this aggressive when it came to what you wore

He never made you change or anything, he was your hype man, boasting about how hot you would look no matter how little you tried

But something snapped inside of him when he say you rocking the Shoto merch… he hated it

The redhead’s never been the possessive type

At all

But the way the crop-top hugged your curves and his name was was sitting comfortably on your chest

Where he lies his head after a hard days work?

Nope, he hated it

“Eiji baby!! What are you doing?!?!”

He paused

What was he doing?

He never broke out into a jealous rage like that…

Oh my god he was becoming Bakugo-

“I’m so sorry Little one! I don’t know what came over me— I— please forgive me!”

He scared himself with how he pretty much attacked your shirt

He just hated the way his name was Branded across your chest… the one for him to cuddle into, the one he got to kiss, the mounds he got it bite love marks on…

Had Shoto’s name on them

“I… I was jealous… I’m sorry..”

You’d be angry he ruined your shirt if he wasn’t so damn cute!!

It’s only the first time he’s done this, so you’ll let it slid

It wasn’t that big of a deal to you anyways, now you had an excuse to wear another piece of his merch out again

“There’s no need to be jealous Ei, I’m yours and you’re mine.”

You calmed him down with a soft kiss to the lips, making his knees go weak at how you treated him so sweetly

“All mine?”

He knew the answer, but asking didn’t hurt— just to make sure

“All yours.”

“Good~”

He took you out to a drive in movie theater, where you two cuddled up in soft blankets with popcorn and nachos enjoying each other’s company

He got all pouty about it

He kept pawing at the hoodie like that was your sure sign to take the thing off

But sadly you didn’t which made him pout more

… ok maybe you were teasing him— but you could help it he’s so fucking cute!!

“Babyyyy!! Wear my merch please, you look so much better in yellow than purpleee”

He didn’t like how the Suneater merch looked in you… no matter how much your titties bounced around and made him drool he hated it!!

You knew he was jealous, he tried very little to hide it

But at least listen to him!!

You’re man loves you so seeing you in purple instead of yellow makes him sad :(((

“Why Kami? Do I look bad?”

He recoiled so much at the words “bad” and “you” in the same sentence

Isn’t that like a grammatical error or something?

He immediately started to compliment you

Saying how you look like a living goddess to where the purple hoodie with Amajiki’s face on it hides your curves from his perverted- I mean loving view

“No no no! You never look bad spark plug— i just think my stuff brings out your eyes more, tho they are really, really pretty…”

He stopped talking for a moment to just stare into your eyes, getting lost in the beauty of them

“Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are.”

“Yes Kam many times my love.”

He nodded, completely forgetting what he was upset about

Oh yeah… that hoodie

He started whining, telling you— begging you to put his hoodie on instead of that

You finally comply to his wishes, throwing the purple fabric over your head and getting comfortable his the ChargeBolt hoodie

Which happens to be one of your favorite merch pieces might I add

Then you two sit on the couch and play Mario-Kart, shouting and pushing each other to make the other ness up or fall off the edge

He won a game and you jumped on him bc he had cheated, pulling him into a passionate kiss that made him sigh in content

“Was that a punishment or a reward? Because one or the other I’ll take all day any day.”

He was so goofy, but you’ve always loved that about him

Anxiety

That’s all

✨anxiety✨

He was scared you didn’t love him any more and that’s why you were proudly wearing Hawks merch

What was so special about it?

Did you not like what he got you? Was it not to your liking?

You noticed he seemed a lot more fidgety than usual, so you quickly took his hand in yours, rubbing gentle circles along his pale skin

“What’s wrong ‘Maki?”

Would you think he’s silly for being upsets that you worse a Hawks crop-top to your date?

No he’s got a right to be upsets right?

After all wearing another pro’s merch in front of your pro-hero husband on your 3rd anniversary gives him the right he pouty right?

He wouldn’t look at at you— no matter how much he wanted to see how pretty your eyes look with your perfectly winged eyeliner on—

Winged eyeliner?

Is it a theme with you tonight?

Are you trying to tell him something?

“Do you not love me anymore?”

God, he sounds like an insecure teenage boy

Its just winged eyeliner, no biggie Tamaki, it’s not like you’re wearing his merch…

Oh wait..

You looked baffled— you were baffled

He thought you didn’t love him anymore?

Why?

How?

“Why would you ask me that Tamaki?? You know I love you— from the bottom of my heart I do!!”

You’re to good for me, he thought

He never got mad at him, no matter how anxious he got you were always so loving to him

And he’s asking if you’re catching feelings if for a winged hero you’ve never even met

“Gosh I’m awful.”

This broke your heart

You knew why he was upset, it’s the crop-top

Why did you wear this thing?

Oh yeah, Hawks contacted you and asked if you could wear it to promote his stuff…

But why did he ask you? Doesn’t he have models for that or smthn?

And why would he need you to? He’s plenty popular, so it makes no sense…

Conveniently enough on your anniversary as well…

No, accusing people of things like that is wrong..

Bust lucky you brought a shirt to change into, and it was one of his favorites

“Give me a moment, I’ll be right back.”

You left the indigo haired man to his thought… not a good idea

He was questioning if you left him to find Hawks, to tell him you loved him and the two of you could fly away to where ever the fuck…

But you came back… in his merch now

“I’m sorry for upsetting you Tama, I wore the shirt because I was asked to, not because I wanted to. I love you so much and I’ll never love anyone like I love you, ok??”

That warmed his heart

Why was he afraid, you obviously live him, for 3 years you have!!

So you spent the rest of the night laughing with him, lightly teasing him here and there just to see his cheeks darken slightly

It was a great 3rd year!!

Cockiest bastard I’ve ever met

The fact that you were just chilling in a ChargeBolt hoodie never even dazed him, not even a little bit

Matter of fact it made him eve cockier when he saw you kept glancing over at him

He was busy finishing up some work and you just wanted his attention

So you put in one of your old hoodies and wore it around to get a rise out of him

He finds you needy face so so cute, it makes him all riled up but he won’t jump just yet

Maybe a little longer

But one thing is certain

You look way better in his merch, than ChargeBolts

He wants you to change so then and only then will he give you the attention you so badly desire

“…Keigooo~”

Your whining made it so much harder for him to make you change

Will he just up and tell you to change? No

You might me a brat, but he is too

“Is there something you want, Dove?”

Little shit knows what you want, he just won’t give it till you change out of that damned hoodie

And he’s getting want he wants— no matter how much of a bitch he’s gotta be

You both stared at each other intensely, digging into each other’s souls to see you’ll grow uncomfortable first

News flash

You won

“I want you to change, Doce. His hoodie is the only thing on this planet that makes you less attractive.“

Finally he says it!!

You smirk at finally getting his attention, throwing the hoodie across the room and slipping into your limited addition Hawks hoodie

“That’s much better~”

He grabs you by yours waist and pulled you into his lap, brushing his fingers gently over your thighs while smirking at you

“Now, how about I give you the attention you oh so desire, since you resorted to wearing that junk, you must want something from me, right Dove?”

Oh and did you get what you wanted

He made love to you the rest of the night, holding you tightly and caressing every inch of you that he could reach

Maybe you should wear ChargeBolts merch more often if this is what comes of it…

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