This account feels like a time capsule; I do not remember writing most of the stuff here. I do want to write more in the future, but I fear I have peaked in 2021.
Bakugo eyed at you in the softest way possible, smiling to himself as you admired the nightsky. You pulled his hand and he followed you onto the grassfield while still processing that you, the most perfect being to ever exist, is his and his only. His other hand was in his pocket, but not because he was impatient. Fingers fiddled with the small box, and the moment you turned back to him after he let go of your hand, he was there. He did not have a care that his favorite jeans are kneeling on dirt, nor did he mind the distant sounds of crickets. Your hands covered your reddened cheeks as he opened the small box, and his eyes met yours before the words reached your ears.
i apologize for the hiatus, i will try to get back to writing and finishing the requests <3
Freezing shivers ran down your spine despite the heat in the blanket; Violent shakes escaped your body and numbness invaded your senses. While another pressure was about to come up and finally break you down, a pair of soft hands came up to cup your cheeks up to face him. His eyes are watering from the sight of you being so broken, but he wiped your tears first because youâre always first for him. You were still shaking from the breakdown, but something about him make you lean into his gentle touch more. You were still weeping, but he gave you a warm smile and said,
Warnings: fluff & Sakusa being bb & not proofread work
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Sakusa came home from a tiring day at practice. His spikes were blocked, the traffic was terrible, and donât even mention the weather.
âOmi, youâre home!â
âMhm.â
He was dreaded from the exhausting day. The only thing he wanted now was you, but he had always sucked at expressing himself.
âCan we⊠you knowâŠâ
He was craving for your warmth and affection, and fortunately for him you read him like an open book. You quickly ended his suffering by wrapping your arms around his torso, finally bringing him to peace after the long day. His head snuggled into your neck, breathing in your scent as your hand slowly strokes his curls.
âBad day?â
You didnât receive a response, so you took it as a yes.
âIâm sorry babe, maybe you can go to shower first and meanwhile I can make dinner? Iâll make your favorite.â
âNo. Come back,â he already missed your warmth as you left to the kitchen, ââŠyouâre warm.â
You chuckled.
âIs that so? How about you can just change first and then we go to bed to cuddle? I can order takeout instead.â
He nodded as he began to go to your shared bedroom to get his clean clothes, wondering why do you care for him so much. Itâs not like heâs a very successful person or a charming guy with great personality, yet you still loved him with all your heart and even considers his fear of germs. He came home everyday to you, you already cleaning the entire apartment, did the laundry, and also went to work.
âOmi? Are you finished changing? Youâve been in there for quite a while now.â
He pops back to real life, and quickly finishes changing and opens the door for you. You lead him to bed with your arms open wide, ready to collect him in your embrace. Your grip never loosened, and it silently reassured him that no matter whatâs going on, who he was, or what did he do, youâll be on his side. Because you love him, and maybe thatâs what home feels like.
Authorâs notes: hi! This is my first work so pls dont judge. If low quality work still exists in the future, I will try my best to improve, but note that Iâm only writing for fun so theyâre mostly just what Iâm thinking and very likely that theyâre not proofread or grammatically correct. Iâm sorry if this is short but itâs 12 am rn and Iâm kinda tired. Bye see you next fic.
Today is actually my one year anniversary on this account! Thanks to everyone who supported me on the way and I will definitely try to get writing back into my routine again!
Hawks is a busy man, flying all around the city fighting injustices all day. He had done more than some veteran heroes do, earning him the title of âthe man thatâs too fast.â However, the things he had seen do scar and traumatize him sometimes, resulting in his consistent nightmares. Which is why he cherishes every night that did not have nightmares.
You know about your boyfriendâs nightmares, so a smile reached your face when you saw him sleeping with a rare relaxed expression. With his vermilion wings spread, the only empty space on the king-sized bed was in his arms. Although you planned to crawl in without disturbing him, his keen senses already stirred him awake at the sound of your soft footsteps.
âYer finally home birdy, I missed you at Wednesday Wingsday.â
âM sorry Keigo, there was an attack at the metro when I was coming back. Had to stop several trains and it was a mess.â
You sighed as you changed into your pajamas, careful to not touch the new bandages.
âWe can always order delivery, you still wanna do Wingsday? I still have the coupon for KFC wings.â
ââŠnah. Comeâere let me hold my love.â
You shined another smile at him, joining him in the bed. Hawks always gave you a special feel. Maybe itâs the way he held your head impossibly close to his chest, maybe itâs the sweet smell you inhale as you cuddled into his embrace, or maybe itâs his chicken addiction. You didnât know, but loving him the way he does to you was all you needed as the city continued rushing on this fine Wednesday night.
Dabi lived a miserable life, but ever since you joined, things had been going better for him. For example, he gets to sleep comfortably in the safety of your apartment. Some nights, like this rainy one, you would find Dabi peacefully sleeping on your couch with your shirt on a pillow. The couch isnât necessarily comfortable, but he missed you while you were at work so the faint scent of you companied him and eventually lured him to sleep.
A smile crept up your face at the scene, eyes taking in the sight. With soft footsteps, you reached the side of the couch and caressed Dabiâs cheeks. He stirred awake at the tender fingers across his scars, making his eyes slowly open.
âHey sleepyhead.â
His heart fluttered at your gentle grin as he returned the expression. Dabi reached his hands for yours, heart fluttering when your fingers curled around his. Everyday he prayed that youâre real, that youâre not some fairytale daydream of his, and the firm grip on his hand always told him that youâre here.
âCâmere doll.â
He lazily opened his arms for you to climb in and you gladly joined. With an arm around your torso, Dabi buried his face into your neck. Your scent filled his senses, he felt his eyes slowly lidding again as he smiled into your skin. A soft âI love youâ was the last thing he heard before he drifted off in your embrace.
âAizawa? You in here?â
You called into the teacherâs lounge, hoping to find your sleep deprived colleague in here to talk about class plans.
âActually, Shotaâs napping right now. See that yellow worm in that corner? Thatâs him.â
Present Mic pointed to a yellow sleeping bag with gentle snores coming out of it, making you smile.
âIâm gonna go grab lunch with Nemuri, feel free to join if youâd like!â
Mic said before closing the door, leaving you and Aizawa in the room alone. You walked to his corner before sitting down next to him. He seemed to wake up, mumbling something about ânot now Hizashiâ as he turned around to face the wall.
âAizawa?â
He blanked, not responding until he realized itâs you.
âY/n? I thought youâre eating lunch with Hizashi and Nemuri today.â
Aizawa sat up slowly and turned to face you at an equal height.
âWell you asked me to discuss next weekâs teaching plans, and youâre⊠yea.â
He huffed at the thought of work before he had an idea.
âI think I have a better thing to discuss now. You wanna join me in here?â
You were tutoring Kirishima for the next test, but you realized halfway you forgot to bring your notebook.
âIâll wait, you can go get it!â
That was what he said, but youâre now facing him asleep cuddling his shark plushie. You put the study materials from his bed back on his desk before turning off the lights in his room. While you were debating whether to join him or wake him up, he murmured into his plushie âY/nnnâ while kissing it softly. Your heart raced at this, he must be dreaming about me. With that, you gently opened his blanket to crawl into his warmth. Kirishimaâs eyes opened slowly when the bed dipped, surprised to find you so close to him.
âKiri is Mr. Manly better to cuddle than I am?â
He blushed at the mention of his plushie, placing it behind him as he opened his arms for you.
âYou wanna cuddle so I can compare?â
His voice, although stitched with sleep, had the same sweet tone you fell for. You smiled before climbing into his embrace and rest your head on his chest. Kirishima soon returned to dreamland, only with you joining him this time.
Authorâs notes: I originally had Mirio too but I scratched that idea for now
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Warnings: mentions of being robbed and choked, reader is stubborn, âbirdyâ
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Vermillion wings; so bright yet so dark, so vibrant yet so dull, so gentle yet so fierce.
Vermillion wings; always making you hate him a little more.
They belonged to the top hero Hawks, whom youâve always despised. Itâs not because he did anything wrong, you just simply disliked the way he existed. Itâs like a secret hatred towards someone in middle school, perhaps out of jealousy, but some may think itâs from something else.
You hated how gorgeous those wings looked as he glided through the sky; You hated how carefree his expression was as he answered fans; And you most definitely hated how he patrols around your neighborhood. Yes, it made your life safer, but at what cost? Youâd be walking home from work late at night and a large shadow would loom over you, freaking you out as if you were being robbed. Hawks never meant to do it, though, and you know it. Itâs like when a kid falls for someone and tries to deny it in every way possible, yet it makes them fall harder somehow.
âYoung love,â youâd hear from the distant old couple, watching as Hawks continues his daily chat with you. Logically, youâd be pushing him away and threatening to call the police since heâs bothering you, but you always let him stay. His voice would always pierce into your heart so smoothly and delicately. Itâs so soft that you could miss it if a car drove by, and the tone always echoed in your mind. The sweetness laced within his words were gentler than the muffled rain at night, it made you wonder if itâd help you sleep better than crappy YouTube rain sounds do.
You always try to avoid Hawks while getting home, and tonight you tried walking through the alleyway as a shortcut. It wasnât well lit and it certainly didnât smell good, but at least Hawks and those damn fierce wings of his canât get in. Antics like this donât serve any purpose, just fulfilled your stupid pride and oblivious mind. Sometimes, like tonight, youâd go overboard, but you wouldnât know until a hand tore a scream from your throat.
âShut it! Or else I might as well as just finish you off right here! Purse!â
Air was leaving your lungs by the second as you tried to hand your purse to the mugger. Before you handed it over, however, a dash of red shot the rough hand away from your neck. You choked and cried as oxygen filled your lungs again, ignoring the begs of the mugger.
âPlease! I didnât know! It was an accident!â
The voice was so desperate and fearful unlike the one you heard less than ten seconds ago.
You could recognize that voice anytime anywhere, and you hated it. You despised how the tone is not anymore stitched with care and is covered in thorns instead. Even when dealing with a city-destroying villain, heâd at least coat his words with sass, not daggers like he is right now.
Hawks embraced you in his hug, gentle wings shielding you from the dripping water. As much as you tried to stop it, tears rolled out and you were clutching onto his jacket.
âThere, there. Cry it all out birdy, youâre safe with me. My feather is sending that prick to the police right now, so take all the time you want.â
You hated how soothing his back rubs were and how lovely his warmth is, but you craved for more anyways.
âIâll fly you home ok? Donât have to tell me anything if you donât want to.â
His voice was so gentle, and you wished you actually hated it. Through your teary eyes, you could see the moonlight dancing across his same carefree expression, hinting a little bit of concern and care in his smile. Hawks seemed to notice you, too, as he pecked a long-awaited kiss on your temple before pressing your face into his neck again.
âI got you, just relax. Let the breeze dry your tears for me, ok?â
He smiled when you nodded into his shoulder, muffled sniffles decreasing by the second.
Hawks had always liked how lovely you are with him. Although occasionally laced with sarcasm, the sweetness in your voice always outweighed the bitter in your words. Itâs like a young, blind love. Itâs like the oneâs where all your friends are telling you how youâre not seeing the big picture, yet it always makes you fall harder. Heâd watch movies hoping it was you and him; Heâd read novels praying it was you with him; And heâd wake up from dreams smiling it was you kissing him.
He liked you, but he didnât know the exact reason. Itâs like a middle school crush, perhaps naive but pure. Hawks had a few dates before, but they all made him realize heâll never feel innocent love again. Only you, you made him remember how it felt like to have a single thought infesting his brain. The thought of you with him.
âYoung love,â he always blushed whenever he hears an old couple comment on him chatting with you passionately. The wide wings on his back would always puff up in pride, glad that youâre with him.
Hawks felt a sudden urge to tell you it, so he tapped your back before saying,
âI hate accidents,â he started, âexcept when we went from friends to this.â
To this? His words often left you wondering, sometimes making you feel a tug at your heart like this one does tonight.
Donât you hate him? And that damn smirk of his when your hair blows into your face? Or the sleepiness tied in his voice when he calls you late at night? But then you thought back to the past few months with him, and you realized how much feeling youâve developed for him.
You loved the way he always insisted to pay for your dinner. You loved the smile he always wore when walking you home from work. You loved the way his jokes always made you look forwards to the end of the day more. You loved the way his grin always felt like warm summer sun on your skin.
It was as simple as a childâs love, yet as complex as a teenage drama. âYoung love,â youâd expect from the every elder couple the two of you walked past.
Every time Hawks slithers to your side to check on you and later walk you home, you felt like a new freshman getting hit on by a junior. With fierce wings on his back, he seemed like he could protect you from any and everything, which he most definitely can and will.
With every tug at your chest, you dropped your pride and doubts.
âI didnât think it was true, but Iâve fallen for you. Iâm drunk with that cocky smile that I hate, Iâm addicted to that terrible fried chicken you love, and, unfortunately, Iâm in love with you.â
Like a high school freshman, the confession came out of your lips childishly and directly. Although the words were stitched with sass and bitterness, Hawks could only hear the love laced in the sweetness of your voice. Your eyes fluttered open and was met with those gorgeous wings of his.
Vermillion wings; so bright yet so dark, so vibrant yet so dull, so gentle yet so fierce.
Vermillion wings; always making you fall for him a little more.
Authorâs notes: no cause i was sick and had an idea so i just decided to write this in one go. Todayâs song references: paper rings by taylor swift and falling for u by Peachy! and mxmtoon
