[teddieh]

About me

Hi guys! 🙋🏾‍♀️

I'm Teddy.

I'm Black and Hella proud of it.

She / her / hers

23 / INFJ / Scorpio / Hufflepuff

I'm a graduate student. I'm a poet. I've been writing and performing since 6th grade.

You can find my rules here and my masterlist here.

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It’s 3 in the Mornin’ and I’m Tryn’a Change ya Mind

Summary: Yeah so I listened to the full version of “why’d you only call me when you’re high” by Artic Monkeys. The slowed and reverb version? Couldn’t get this idea out of my head so… I’m not sorry. Pure Smut, no real plot. 

Rating: E - NSFW - Dom!Fem! AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 5,530

I couldn’t quite pick a character when writing so, its your fave! But the people I had in mind are listed below. As always, all characters are 18+: 

IC: Eren (Aot), Itadori, Megumi, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Natsuo (BNHA), Kuroo, Daichi, Ukai, Tanaka, Suga, Atsumu, Oikawa, Tengen (KNY), Mista (Jojo), Nero (DMC), Noctis (FFXV), Axel (KH), Trevor Belmont (Castlevania), Alucard (Castlevania), Trunks, Anakin Skywalker (Clone Wars show), Dean (Supernatural), Eddie Brock, Jason Todd,

Honorable Mentions (Almost but not quite IC): Rengoku, Tanjiro, Gojo, Inumaki, Iwaizumi Hajime, Tendou Satoru, Hinata Shoyo

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A Hopscotch Type’a Love

Black!Fem!Reader x Shoyo Hinata

Rating: E - NSFW - Fem!Afab!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, 

Word Count:  21,756

Summary:  Two times Shoyo's missteps resulted in your meeting. Two calculated steps, the both of you refusing to let each other go. You, an international student, met Shoyo during his volleyball club residency in Brazil. The two of you quickly became attached to the hip, but inevitably, the two of you have to return to your home countries. You kept in close contact, despite the distance, and one day Shoyo pops the news that he and his team will be visiting your city for a volleyball camp. This time the both of you refuse to let things go unsaid

The white orb of the sun, with it’s deep canary yellow rays, beamed and radiated heat and warmth like the heart of Rio de Janeiro. The heat, an unusual occurrence for you in the middle of December, beat down in pulsing waves. You were an international student at the Universidade Federal Do Rio De Janeiro, originally from America and so the weather in this part of the year was completely different than back home. Everything was warm and sticky, but that was normal for this part of the continent, within this season, you’d learned. You sighed, lifting the back of your hand to shield your forehead from the sun as you dipped into a smaller street, following the cobblestone sidewalk path downward.

Brazil was as beautiful and bright as the day you’d arrived at the beginning of the year, so much like your own neighborhood back home, and yet, so different. 

The busses hissing as they stopped, the zooming of cars, the occasional honk and the soft bell of the train pulling into a local station were all normal indicators of city life, and yet, the music blasting down the street you walked, the laughter of children and the kicking of soccer balls, the portuguese broadcast shouting from the radio at a small local shop with its door open, the two men in their khaki shorts and t-shirts hugging each other and patting one another on the back with excitement, the woman with her hair up in a curly messy bun, shrugging her shoulders, and rolling her eyes at her girlfriend while exclaiming “Sim sim! Bem, pão pão queijo queijo.” with a wave of her hand, was all so uniquely cultured, so close to your own, that it made you feel at home. 

You’d just gotten off of work for the day and decided to stop on your way home to grab something to eat and snack on before you took the bus. You were carrying a large crossbody purse, and wearing a simple but  long, breathable skirt. The base color was a dark, rich coffee brown and painted on it were golden sunflowers with dark emerald leaves. The skirt hugged your waist in a high waisted ribbed band. Above that, you wore a white A-shirt with flowers embroidered around the neck line. Your hair was currently in a high puff, making it easier to see your large gold hoops as they swayed with your steps. 

You lifted your wrist to check your watch, it was 2pm, not a bad time for a costela and a drink. You saw a restaurant one of your friends had mentioned in passing and went to walk up to the door, and as soon as you went to open it, the door swung open and a solid body bumped hard into yours, a stinging pain shot up the bridge of your nose as the body’s bicep smacked you in the face as it raised it’s hand. “Obrigado!” 

You grunted, stumbling back on your feet and clutching your face with a wince. Immediately you heard a males voice, higher pitched for a moment with worry and warm large hands wrapping around the skin of your upper arms. “Ah! Desculpa! Desculpa!” The males voice registered over the usual sounds of the street and you grunted, furrowing your eyebrows and wiggling your nose softly to make sure it was fine.

“Você está bem?! Desculpa!” The boy said again, concern laced with every word. He spoke formally, and if you hadn’t been as knocked off your feet as you were, you would’ve responded in kind. You looked up to wave your hand, muttering “Shit, yeah I’m okay, Fine. I’m fine” as you massaged your nose gently and took a step out of the strangers arms. When you looked up at him you were met with a site you weren’t expecting to see.

Your eyes met large concerned brown ones, tiger orange eyebrows drawn in a furrow, a soft bottom lip in a gentle pout, a gentle, slightly rounded face framed by messy hair that currently sat at an awkward length, somewhat-short, and not long enough to make the messiness look as handsome as it could be, and yet still cute in a boyish way. He hovered awkwardly near you, arms still outstretched to touch your arms. When he saw your face, a soft pink dusted his sun-kissed skin, his eyebrows raising just a fraction before furrowing again in concern. “Ah- you speak English?” 

The boy’s accent reminded you of some of your international friends back home, thicker even in English, and you realized then that he might also be international. You nodded, softly. “Yes,” and then you switched just for a moment, “and Japanese, Portuguese, and Spanish.” The boy’s eyes widened in awe and a large goofy grin spread across his face.

“Wow! That’s amazing! Ah- wait but!” he shook his head quickly, standing back up straight and putting his white baseball cap on, stuffing his hair underneath it as he frowned at you again, talking quickly. “Are you okay?! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you! I’ve got somewhere to be and I just rushed without looking and it's a bad habit and I’m really really sorry. Is your face okay?”

The dull throb of your nose had faded into a very very light pulse and you nodded your head. “Y-yeah.” You waved your hand at him, the gold, brown, and cream bracelets on your wrist clacking softly as you did. His eyes zeroed in on them, quickly scanned over your outfit, and then back to your face. “I’m fine but, you gotta watch where you goin’ cause you could’ve knocked me out with that arm of yours.” You pursed your lips and smiled at the stranger, who’se face flushed slightly at your words and he nodded. 

“I will, promise! Sorry again. I-” He started, then his phone pinged twice, and he jumped slightly, startled.  He dug into his pocket to pull the device out and you examined his outfit then.  He was wearing a pair of dark basketball shorts with a red long-sleeved athletic shirt and a white t-shirt over it. His eyebrows furrowed at his phone as he read the message before he gasped. “Ah crap! I’ve gotta go, I have’a meeting to get to but,” he quickly turned to you and grabbed the hand that’d waved at him and leaned forward earnestly. “I’m really sorry and I’d like to pay you back! I can’t stick around right now but— next time! I promise! I work here so if you ever come back I’ll pay for your food!” He said, then quickly turned away and took a few steps aside, you noticed the backpack on his back, and the little Goku keychain hanging from his zipper. “I’m sorry again and I’m sorry for hurting your face! Have a good day!” He waved, not even giving you a chance to respond as he ran off, presumably to the bus. 

“Ah- Right! You too!” You called back after him, cupping a palm around your lips so your words traveled farther and the boy gave a harder wave before gripping his bag and running off further. You smirked a little, shaking your head as you opened the restaurant door. “Weird..But he was kinda cute. And a dbz fan? Might take him up on that offer.” You shrugged softly and entered the shop, briefly wondering if he was a student at your university too. 

The next time you run into the expressive orange haired man is in a completely different setting. You and a few of your friends from school had decided to go to the beach that Saturday morning to enjoy some of the cooler temperature and the cooling licks of the water’s waves after a particularly grueling exam. You and two girl friends set up blankets with umbrellas in the sand, and helped each other apply sunscreen as you all sat on the towel and chatted. 

You sat cross legged, leaning back on both arms next to your friend, the boy from the week earlier shoved to the back of your mind with all of the assignments for class and work that you’d had to do during the week. Beatriz was laying on her stomach next to you, her wavy hair pulled back into one long braid as she spread out. You were in a one-piece pumpkin orange swimsuit that wrapped around the waist and showed sheerly at the waist above your belly button and below your breasts.The bottoms went down enough to look like boy shorts. 

Your other friend, Zoya, had just returned with a few bottles of water. She dropped one in the hole in your lap and tossed one on Beatriz’s back before she plopped down and opened the cap. “It is soooo hot.” Zoya complained, her 3a hair pulled high into a ponytail. Your hair was currently in Bantu knots. “And it’s not even supposed to be this hot! It’s December for crying out loud!” She huffed, spreading out on her back and staring up at the bottom of the umbrella.

You huffed a laugh and Beatriz snorted. “Zoya, you’re a puta, you know? Why’d you come to Brazil if you couldn’t handle the heat? You’re a baaby!” Zoya stuck her tongue out and smacked Beatriz on the thigh who jumped and let out a gasp, turning on her side to glare at the other woman flabbergasted. You just smirked and sipped your own water as you watched them banter. 

“I am not a bitch! And because,” she huffed, tugging one of her curls to the front of her face. “I didn’t realize it’d be this humid! It’s not the same in Minnesota and I don’t remember how Punjab felt since we moved when I was so little.” She pouted, you shook your head. “I mean it is hot though, it's why we’re here.”

Beatriz huffed, “No, we’re hot. And they’re hot. They’re also partially why we’re here.” Beatriz tilted her head in the direction to the left, and both you and Zoya looked to where she was insinuating. Further down the beach were a group of boys playing volleyball, and you rolled your eyes. “Girl, I thought you liked Julietta?” Zoya piped in next with, “And I thought you hated men?”

Beatriz rolled her eyes. “I do like Julietta, a girl can look! And I hate the idea of masculinity, ya know, the toxic kind?" She huffed and all of you laughed at that, nothing you could really say to disagree. The three of you gazed at the players for a bit, and when you squinted, you thought one of the boys had a funny hair color that seemed rather familiar. A beat later and Zoya piped up, sitting up quickly and grinning at you and Beatriz. “Guuuys…” she cooed, a teasing lit to her voice. 

You shuddered at that, nothing ever came of that sickening sweet voice. You and Beatriz turned to her with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“Weee..should totally go play with them! Just for a bit! C’mon! It's not like they’ve got a lot of players anyway it's like, what, two guys? And get to know some cuties?” She wiggled her eyebrows and you laughed, shaking your head. “Hell no. I came here to relax! I’m not sweatin’ my curls out girl.” Zoya pouted at that and Beatriz was quiet for a moment before she hummed. “You know, It might not be too bad of an idea though?” 

You stared at the both of them as they got to their knees and clasped their hands in front of them, jutting their bottom lips out at you. Your left eye twitched as you glared at the two girls.

“No—” 

“Pleaseeee” 

“No, you can go but I won’t—”

“Pleaaaasseee!” 

“It won’t be as fun without you!” Zoya pouted, pulling out her puppy dog eyes. You hissed through your teeth at that, she knew that always got you. You sighed and shook your head. “Fine, fine! But If they’re rough I’m standin’ on the side. I’m not ‘bout’a get my ass kicked by a bunch of dude-bro’s because you two want to.” 

Both girls squealed and Zoya hugged you, Beatriz standing behind you and tugging you up by your shoulders, you stumbled to your feet from the movement and the two girls quickly made their way over to the two guys. You followed behind them, dragging behind a bit as you approached. As you did you could hear the boys yelling excitedly at each other, dashing from one side of the net to the other, arms positioned out and cuffed or jumping to try and spike the ball. 

Your friends rushed over “Hey guys! Do you think you could use a few more players?” The words interrupted the guy who had just served the ball, and caused the other boy to look away instead of trying to catch it. You’d just put on your sunglasses when you heard a familiar voice go “Hey! Look out!” Before a loud, ringing “pomf!” was heard, a hard smack of leather hit your forehead so hard that it sent you flying back into the sand. You cursed out loud with a yelp, curling up to hold your head as it pounded, the skin tender as the ball bounced off your head and slotted itself into the sand. 

The sunglasses on your face askew as your head swam from the impact, and you tugged them up. You hissed in pain, covering your forehead and hoping to will away the headache that began to cover it. The warmth of the sun was suddenly cut off as someone crouched in front of you and two semi-calloused hands reached for your arms gently as you rubbed your head. 

“Oh crap! Are you okay?” The voice sounded so familiar, and when you were finally able to crack an eye open, despite the ringing in your head, the first thing you saw was a lithe body covered in a dark A-shirt, muscular thighs hugged by a pair of dark blue athletic shorts, and when you looked up, those same large, gingerbread eyes staring at you in concern. His eyes widened for a moment before he let out a nervous laugh, the sound hearty and kind.

“Ah! It's you again! We gotta stop meeting like this. Here, hold on.” He got up, then quickly came back and tugged your arms away from your head, instead pressing a cool cold cloth against your head. You sighed in relief, it helped cool your onslaughting headache and some of the heat from the day. 

“Thank you..” You muttered, reaching up to hold the towel to your head. The boy stood crouched on his feet in front of you, ass not touching the ground, and instead hovering above the sand. “Yeah..” you laughed, “I’m gonna have to sue you for compensation. I think you’ve got an agenda against my face or somethin.” You joked, but the seriousness in his voice as he shook his head with conviction and exclaimed with certainty.

“No! Not at all! I’m sorry! You’re really pretty! Super pretty! I’ve got nothing against your face. I swear I’d never do it on purpose! You can even hit me back!” He palmed the volleyball, and dropped it in your free palm then tilted his head down and towards you. “You can hit me! I swear I didn’t mean it!” 

You blinked at him and his sincerity, you let the ball fall to the side. “N-no really it's okay…” you said, trailing off as you realized you didn’t know his name. He quirked at that. 

“Hinata! Er- Shoyo? Shoyo Hinata.” He introduced himself quickly, but got on his knees to bow, pressing his forehead down to the sand. Behind him his friend was snickering, and your own friends were watching with bated breath, just in case you needed help. You felt bad for causing the trouble and shook your head, placing your free hand hesitantly on his shoulder. “I-it’s okay Shoyo. Really. I know it was an accident. I’m not gonna hit you... and keep yo head out the sand. That’d be a bitch to wash out.” You huffed, and he quickly lifted his head to look at you with sad eyes. You shook your head and wiped a few sand granules off of his forehead on impulse. His cheeks reddened at the action and he briefly looked surprised before a heart warming smile spread across his soft lips. He grabbed both your hands in his own. 

“I promise I’ll make it up to you..” He trailed off, realizing he didn’t know your name either, and you told him. He rolled the name on his tongue a few times, and you felt your chest warm as he said it, hesitantly, with a frown, then muttered it before saying it more confidently. It was cute, how determined he was. “I’ll make it up to you! This is the second time too. Uhm-” he looked around, then back at his friend as two of his friends came up and whistled. “Yooo! Sho! Cio!” Gabriel said with a smile, Gino grinning behind him.

“Cool! Gino tilted his head, “Who’re the pretty girls?” Lucio went to respond. “Ah, they’re..” 

“Beatriz, and this is Zoya.” She motioned to herself and the girl beside her. Zoya smiled and piped up. “We wanted to play with you guys but,” Zoya nudged her head towards you and mentioned your name “Got hit in the face with the ball.” Beatriz nodded and turned her attention to you, walking over and crouching beside you and Hinata. 

“Do you need help? Want me to take you home or something?” She furrowed her eyebrows in concern and you smiled and waved her off. “Nah I’ll be okay. I should go sit somewhere shady for a bit though to keep sane..” 

Hinata immediately piped up. “Ah! I know this beach pretty well since I come here a lot. I can take you to the little restaurant near here and repay you for uhm..” he gestured to your face. “For that, and the last time too. If you’re okay with it!” He stammered, face flushing a bit when he realized how quickly he’d inserted himself into the conversation.

Beatriz and Zoya both looked at you with a look that said 'If you don’t want to..' but you nodded to both of them and then to Hinata. 

“Y-yeah..That’d be fine, sure. I’ll be okay guys. You have fun and play.” You said, and Beatriz eyed you both wearily for a second before she nodded and leaned forward, the two of you exchanged air kisses on the cheek and she stood up to walk back to Gabriel, Lucio, Gino, and Zoya. 

Hinata stood up and offered his hand to you, and you took it as he pulled you to your feet. You wiped the sand off of your back and ass and shook your thighs lightly to try and get some of the grains off. Luckily you weren’t really wet aside from natural sweat from the heat and it made it easier to come off. Hinata turned his head away, pink dusting over his nose. He hadn’t meant to stare, you’d just caught him off guard, and he thought that orange looked beautiful against your brown skin. He smiled to himself and then turned to Lucio and his friends. “I’m gonna head out early then! I’ll play with you guys next time.” He said, waving to his friends, his hand still holding your own. 

You looked down at your hands, but it wasn’t weird or anything. In fact, his hand felt warm and safe. You decided it wasn’t a big deal and then waved to your friends too as Hinata gently tugged your hand and walked back over to their cooler. He swung his book bag over his shoulder, (Goku Keychain now lightly clacking against a Zoro one) then reached down to grab his t-shirt, glancing down briefly to see you were already wearing sandals. “Okay, I know this really good place nearby that sells Brigadeiro and icecream.” 

“That sounds good, ah. Wait.” You stop him as he steps over the small railing and over the sidewalk, he turns to you with big curious eyes, his arm and your arm outstretched over the railing. “What's up?” 

“I’m only wearing a swimsuit? I don’t know if they’d let me in..” You frowned a little, and Hinata blinked at you once before he offered you his shirt. “Here! You can wear my shirt then.” He grinned so wide that it was almost like the sun was staring you in the face. You stared at him, quietly for a bit, your heart giving a soft stutter and one of the small minions in the ‘emotional office' of your brain cooed ‘He’s so sweet!’ before you graciously took the shirt and let his hand go, tugging it over your head. It draped down to your thighs, and with how much Hinata had worked out over his time in Brazil, his form and frame had gotten larger, and he’d worn a larger shirt, so, while it didn’t dwarf you, it was at least a size too big. You looked down at it, a smile spread across your lips. You liked the way his clothes looked on you.

“Thanks..so you like Dragon ball too, huh?” Hinata’s eyes lit up at that and he nodded his head. “Yeah! It’s how I learned English and how I’m teaching myself Spanish!” He exclaimed excitedly, lifting a hand out to help you hop over the fence yourself, and once again, your hands naturally refused to let each other go. The two of you continued your conversation about who was really the strongest, who was the smartest, and who you thought Zoro would get along with if he’d somehow gotten imported into the universe. 

That's how your relationship with Hinata Shoyo started, and the two of you had become inseparable in your shared time in Brazil. He was so easy to talk to, so forward, so brazen with his words and feelings, so honest and warm, kind and sweet. You’d learned he was on his way to becoming a professional volleyball player, playing for the club while in Brazil, and not a University student but he still became your biggest hype-man in your time there. He’d bring you food from work when he got off if you were doing homework late, deliver it to you special and then he'd stay a few hours to let you rant to him about your stress.

You showed up at his games, bringing water bottles and words of praise. Late nights were spent together on the phone, him watching anime and you studying for an exam. The two of you bonding over a shared homesickness, of missing family. Your fro and name popping up in his video-calls with Natsu, and his bright grin and chirper voice in your own calls with your grandmother. It was natural how easy the two of you gravitated to one-another. Your phone in his hand as he scrolled through your Spotify, your fingers combing through his hair and your soothing words a comfort on his occasional spike of anxiety. Your phone screens were of inside-jokes, your apartment full of his random presents (aloe vera gel for your hair, that one specific type of cookie you like that was always out of stock), and your words of encouragement, your presence at four in the morning when he practiced his serves at the beach.

Your love for him grew in hop-scotched steps. Slow and then sudden, stop, then full on head first. It was natural that his face appeared in your dreams, that your fingertips brushed and you so often found yourselves holding hands and laughing at each other's jokes, smearing whipped cream on his cheek, standing over your bathroom sink and brushing teeth together after a night drinking with your friends. Sleepovers in the living room with Dragon ball Abridged running in the background, his fingers detangling your hair, watching YouTube videos to learn to help you with your twist outs. 

But, even so, it was inevitable that the two of you would have to part ways eventually. You with your backpack and suitcase at the airport, leaving a few days before him. The way you two held each other, so desperate and tight, fingers clinging into each other's shirts, tears swiped along shoulders, the scent of his citrus cologne and your tea-tree oil. You promised to keep in touch, that letters would be sent and little trinkets, that you’d call at least once a week, text every day, update each other on your lives as you moved forward.

And though neither of you said it, when you pulled back to look into his big brown eyes, the whites of them reddened and puffy, you saw every sunrise, every hesitant heartbeat, brush of fingers, squish of cheek to cheek or chest or thigh. Every breath of the wave, every late night spent with the crowns of your heads touching and making up stories about the constellations or clouds swirling in the sky. You knew. and he knew it too, even if the two of you never said it: this was not goodbye, but a see you later laced with hearts refusing to break. Hearts determined to see each other again. He brushed his lips over your forehead, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek before he waved you off, and the only thing he heard, despite the speakers and the hurried voices and the clambering footsteps, was the sound of your suitcase rolling away.

⟡  ⟡   ⟡  

It’d been a year and a half since you've seen those big brown eyes sparkle in the light, felt the calluses of his hands tug you into his chest. A year in a half since you last saw him in person. 

The two of you were true to your word, texting throughout the day, sending each other goofy tiktoks, video-chatting every week, but it wasn't the same. It was true, distance could make the heart grow fonder. Though, in your case, it made you homesick for his touch too. The two of you had so much casual physical contact (an arm around the shoulder, tossed around the waist, patpatpatting at his arm, a slap on your knee) that it was.. difficult to only see each other on a screen. To not be able to toss your thighs over his lap and lean against his chest to show him some article you'd read. Or to not have the weight of him roll over your back with his pouted whine of "I'm sooo hoooot.."

But you were happy for him all the same, and things were looking good in both of your own personal lives outside of the physical absence of each other's presence. He'd gotten into one of the professional volleyball teams in Japan, in the top Division 1 tier: the MSBY Black Jackals, and even got to play with and be with some of his old friends from highschool.

You'd graduated in the top percent of your class and had gotten a job back home as a PR specialist. A 9-5 with good high pay and little work to take home. You had a good circle of friends and still kept in touch with Beatriz and Zoya, the latter of whom took a job offer in your city and lived down the hall from you. You were in the process of planning a trip to Japan to visit Shoyo when you'd gotten the text: 

[SunnySho ☀️]: GUESS WHAT

[SunnySho ☀️]: GUESS WHAT

[SunnySho ☀️]: GUESS WHAT

[You]: !!! What!?

[SunnySho ☀️]: MY TEAM IS DOING A MINI TRAINING CAMP AND GOT CHALLENGED TO PLAY A COUPLE AMERICAN TEAMS SO I'M COMING TO AMERICA! AND AND AND IT'S IN YOUR CITY!!

You stared at your phone screen, still for a moment. The 'read' message appeared on screen and suddenly excitement and warmth burst like an overfilled balloon within your chest, excitement coursing through your fingers as you squealed out loud, kicking your feet into your couch as you hurriedly typed back, fingers aflurry over the screen.

[You]: holy dhit 

[You]: holy shit

[You]: OH MY GOD SHO YOU'RE COMIN TO TOWN!? THAT'S SO EXCITING CONGRATS ON THE COMPETITION BUT YOURE COMING TO MY TOWN I CAN'T WAIT 

[SunnySho ☀️]: ME TOO!! ME TOO! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU I MISSED your hugs so so much!

[You]: IVE MISSED YOU TOO SHO I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU

You squealed again in excitement, snatching one of the couch pillows to your chest and happily screaming into it, muffling your voice. You quickly snatched your phone back up to send another message.

[SunnySho ☀️]: I cant wait to see you either!!! Life's not the same without you slapping my arm you know!! Oh, and I’ve got some stuff to give you, I can't wait to see it on you!

Your cheeks warmed at his words. Over the last half a year, your relationship with Shoyo had.. shifted somewhat. You were still as thick as thieves but you two had begun tiptoeing and dipping your palms in the waters of flirting with each other. Almost innocent and oblivious on the surface, but slightly teasing for two crushing friends, sending pictures like when you'd texted him a month ago:

 'Hey ShoSho, does this dress look okay on me? I'm not sure about the color..' You’d sent him an image of you in a dress that exposed your neck and collarbone, hugged the curve of your waist, lifted your breasts, accentuated the soft jut of your butt and flared out at the bottom, white stockings up to your mid thighs. There was a soft pout on your plump lips, your cheek resting on your palm, elbow propped up on your crossed legs, which squeezed your breasts together just a bit, accentuating the cleavage the dress already highlighted. Shoyo texted back, the three bubbles popping up and disappearing for several minutes, before he finally replied 'Yeah, Real good! It's so pretty on you.'

Or it was Shoyo's snapchats after practice, his face flushed a soft pink, panting, tight t-shirt sticking to the muscles and curves of his skin, the basketball shorts that hugged the soft curve of his waist. He'd sent you a peace sign, smile as bright as always as sweat dripped down his hairline and disappeared in his shirt. Then he'd started a video when he'd sat on the bench, flexing his arm muscles as he leaned back against the lockers, raising his phone up from his abdomen to his face where he gave a thumbs up. 'Good practice today! I hit six spikes and had two really good serves! I even started lifting more! I'll be able to toss you over my shoulder super easy soon!' He grinned, flexing his bicep in the camera before sending the video.

It was clear that you both still had feelings for each other, even if neither of you'd talked about it aside from maybe the occasional tease. Even when the conversation of "So are ya seein' anybody?" came up, there was a laugh and a shake of the head. 

"Hell no! There's nobody here that I'm interested in." 

Or "N-no! I mean— fans have asked me out but I'm not interested in them." 

Or "Sho, boo, you know I only got one type and that's you." He'd laugh, cheeks red, scratching the back of his head as he whined for you to stop messing with him and you'd giggled, despite those words being true. 

And yet, still, neither of you confessed. Too afraid the other didn't feel the same? Unlikely, at least on your end. Maybe afraid your friendship would crumble? Couldn't be, the two of you kept tight this long. Maybe.. maybe just afraid of change. Of what it would mean to devote yourself to someone on the other side of the globe, to worry the distance would be too much and the tightrope you two had been building would snap one day, and all would fall silent. You tried not to think about that too much. 

[You]: I can't wait, sure i’ll love it. ❤ Do you think you'll have any time to visit outside of camp tho?

[SunnySho ☀️]: I'll make time! You're important to me too and we’ll probably have evenings off. Plus plus! I wanna meet Granny Ann! She promised when I visited she'd make me a big meal! It's not fair that you keep teasing me with her pies 🥺

You snort at his response. Just like him. Always like him.

[You]: Sounds good! I can't wait Sho. I really miss you.

[SunnySho ☀️]: Miss you too! :(

[SunnySho ☀️]: OH OH!! ALSO

[SunnySho ☀️]: We finally got our merch shipped in and we get to send some to family! What color do you want? 

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After the next month or two, MSBY had their things packed, passports ready, and were buzzing with excitement. Osamu packed a few rice balls for the traveling crew and wished them luck, slapping his brother on the back as they said their goodbyes. 

Once they arrived in America, they were all checked into the residency of the company hosting the event, where each individual got their own room but the teams shared a suite, sort of like a college dorm or college house on a local campus. There was a rec center, and even a small restaurant on campus with a bus stop within walking distance. Shoyo had texted you when they landed, excited and anxious about how different America was from both Japan and Brazil. He was busier now with the camp and so texts were slower but you didn't mind. You knew he'd be busy and it hadn't bothered you. He, however, was worked up.

By Thursday, he’d been there almost an entire week and still hadn’t gotten to see you. They'd been so swamped with introductions and training drills and culture shock that he hadn't been able to get away. However, Thursday night, the coaches had told them they'd get half of Friday off to explore, he immediately texted you to say he wanted to see you. You'd vehemently agreed, and said you'd pick him up from the downtown interchange (since he insisted he wanted to ride the train in America and see the horrors you spoke of so often) when he was finished. 

Friday, when one in the afternoon hit, and the boys were released, Shoyo made a mad dash towards the bleachers to drown his water and snatch his phone out of his bag. He'd admittedly been more distracted today, missing a pass, getting hit in the neck with a strike. But his nerves were on edge. He was excited, he had to hurry so he could go—

"Oi, Shoyo. You okay? Somethin' got ya worked up?" Atsumu asked with a quirk of a dark eyebrow, examining Shoyo carefully. Shoyo drowned the rest of his water bottle, jumping slightly and hurriedly finishing the text without looking at his screen and nodded at Atsumu.

"Ah? Ah! Y-yeah I am, it's just We finally get some time to go explore!" His words were rushed and he was breathing heavier with how quickly he'd downed the water, and from their workout. Despite how important you were to him, it's not something Shoyo had mentioned to his teammates. Partially worried they'd try to tell him you two wouldn't end well. The anxious part of him kept you hidden.

Atsumu hummed in thought and nodded, but was unconvinced. "Yea, they did! Ya got somewhere ya wanna go?"

Shoyo was stuffing his empty bottle back in his bag when Atsumu asked him that and his entire body bristled. Atsumu smirked, before taking a swing of his water. So he there was, huh? 

Shoyo quickly stood up and fanned his shirt, the sweat from their workout had made it stick to his skin.

"W-well! Ah! Just.. sort of?" He gave a nervous chuckle but before Atsumu could press him further, Bokuto tossed a heavy arm around his shoulders, pulling the man close to his chest.

"Heeeeyy SUMU!!" He grinned ear to ear, they almost wiggled. Atsumu coughed up a bit of the water he was drinking, slapped his own chest to clear it, and then rubbed the water off his chin with the bottom of his shirt, giving a lopsided grin to Bokuto. "What's up?" 

Shoyo used that moment to sneak away, though Meian and Sakusa’s eyes were on him when he did.

It didn't take Shoyo long to get ready. He'd heard the others talking about getting lunch nearby and Shoyo had feigned that he wanted to rest some so maybe later? Instead he took a hot shower, and since it was Fall time, hopped out and put on a pair of fern green jeans, a grey hoodie, and then tugged a khaki jacket over it. He laced up his white gym shoes, grabbed his wallet and his baseball cap, and headed out the door. 

..

You'd parked your car nearby and figured you'd wait on Shoyo inside the station. You leaned against one of the pillars, scrolling through your phone. You sported a pair of camouflage jeggings with a dark green long sleeve turtleneck underneath an oversized looney tunes t-shirt. Your hair was currently in medium length box braids. The left half black, the right half a salamander orange. You didn't show Shoyo this, having just finished your hair the night before and wanting to surprise him. You tapped your foot on the ground, bobbing your head to some random song on your playlist as you waited for a text from Sho, trying to keep your nerves shoved down. It'd been so long since you'd seen him in person. Sure, video calls were one thing but it wasn't the same as the real deal.

"Hey!" A familiar voice, breathless and high pitched, and then a call of your name. You looked up from your phone just in time to see Shoyo running full force at you, the biggest grin on his face. Shoyo looked just as handsome as always, his arms outstretched and inviting.

Your entire body froze rigid for a moment, heartbeat a djembe drum in your ears before a grin so wide spread across your face that your cheeks burned. "SHO!" You screamed back. Scrambling to shove the headphones out of your ears as you rushed towards him and jumped into his arms. 

He caught you, stumbling back slightly at the force in which your bodies collided, breath knocked out of your chest as he spun and squeezed you, and you squeezed him back, trying to meld your body into his own.

"Holy shit! Why you ain’t text me you was were here!?" You breathed, inhaling the scent of him. Still the same Citrus scented cologne, with something slightly spicy, cinnamon, maybe. You didn't care, it was him. Warm and soft and him.

"I didn't know you were gonna be waiting! I was gonna text you when I got here but I saw you first— and you're so warm!!!" He breathed, dipping you forward and squeezing you tighter, arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck. You laughed, manicured, almond french tip nails gently stroking the hair at the base of his neck. He shuddered, rocking you side to side. 

You missed him. Missed holding him, touching him, the soft strands of hair at his nape, the scent of him, his smile against your skin, the weight of his body against yours. You held each other for a few more moments, basking in each other's presence before Shoyo pulled back slightly to look into your eyes.

Your lips were shiny with the lip gloss you'd applied this morning, and you wore just a little bit of eyeliner. His eyes flickered across the soft plumpness of your lips, breath hitching for a moment before he willed himself calm and smiled big again, the closed eyes kind. "You're prettier in person you know!" He said, and you gasped in faux insult, slapping his chest. 

"Woooow! Are you saying I'm ugly in pictures and videos?!" The boy's eyes popped open quickly and he shook his head "N-no! You know that's not what I meant! It's just having you in my arms again is so different from…" He trailed off. His lips slightly parted from when he was talking and his gaze traveled from your face, passed your laid edges, and to the crown of your head, eyes locked on the two toned color of your hair.

"Sho?"

You blinked, frowning as he stared, he didn't say anything, just furrowed his brows in concentration. Anxiety settled into your stomach for a moment. Did he not like it?

"Sho?" You tried again, softer. He didn't answer you directly but after a hesitant moment, he took one of your long orange braids between his index and thumb and twirled the curly end of it. ".. this is almost the same color as mine." He said, mainly to himself, in disbelief, in awe. Did you.. were you trying to match? You couldn't have possibly..

"Ah, well. Yeah." You slid out of his arms, still standing close together but no longer embracing. You stroked your fingers through the braids on the black side. "I.. thought it'd be cute? A nice surprise to match?"

His breathing hitched for just a moment when he looked down at your face for any signs of you joking. You weren't. Shoyo wasn’t one to talk about his insecurities often, but once, he’d confessed that when he was a child, people teased him for the color of his hair, and so when you told him you found it beautiful, it had made him feel special. 

So.. for you to.. his heart skipped a beat and he licked his lips before he gave you the softest most sincere smile. "I love it! It's beautiful." He breathed, tugging you back into his chest so you couldn't see his watery eyes. You laughed, arms sliding up beneath his armpits and holding him close. "I'm glad."

..

The ride to your grandma's house was filled with excitement the first 20 minutes, him with the aux cord, and surprising you with some of the music he’d put on, so much so you had to turn to him with an incredulous face. “Since when?!”  He laughed sheepishly, admitting the English songs were mainly because of you. The rest of his playlist was a mix of 80s Japanese City Pop, and Japanese Indie Rock like Polkadot Stingray and Lucie, Too.

The last 10 minutes of the trip to your grandma’s apartment, Shoyo had been biting his lip, rubbing his sweaty palms off on his jeans. You raised an eyebrow and reached a hand out to touch his thigh. “Sho, you good?” 

His thigh tensed beneath your touch for a moment before relaxing. He curled his hand around your own, and you realized just how hot his skin was running.  You turned your palm face up and he laced his fingers with yours and let out a nervous laugh, tugging at his collar.

“Yeah!” He said, voice a bit higher pitched. He cleared his throat and gave you a nervous smile. “It’s just, I want to make a good impression on Granny Ann, you know?” He scratched the back of his head. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as you pulled up to the street, parallel parked, shut the car off and then turned your full body to Shoyo. You grabbed both his hands in yours and held them close, rubbing your thumbs over the back of his hands. 

“Look’ere, my granny loves ya ass already so you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. Just be yoself and she’ll love you just the same.” You smiled warmly, but you couldn’t help the small butterflies swirling in your stomach though, he cared so much about your family liking him, and honestly it felt like bringing home your partner for the first time. 

Shoyo looked at your hands quietly for a moment, then back up at your face and he gave a small smile, and a firm nod of his head. “Right!” You laughed, his determined expression and stealy eyes were cute. You let his hands go and climbed out of the car, and he did the same. He looked up at the building your grandma owned, admired the garden growing in front of the gate as you opened it.

He stood stock still and walked forward, stiffly and almost robotically. You laughed, tugging him by his jacket and on impulse, pressed a kiss to his cheek. He stiffened up immediately and a cranberry flush traveled up his neck to the tips of his ears. You avoided looking at his face as you patted his cheek right after, grinning and feeling your own face warm. “Calm ya nerves! It’ll be okay. C’mon!” You lead him up the concrete steps and knocked on the door before using your key to open it, dropping them in the  bowl at the end table by the door. “Granny, I’m home! I brought Sho too.” You called out, dropping your shoes at the door as Shoyo followed in behind you and did the same, standing up straight after behind you and looking at his surroundings after you pattered off to the kitchen.

Your grandma’s home was the opposite of minimalist. A wooden cabinet with window doors full of antique and glasses and plates, with flowers or other designs on them sat near the door. Sitting on a long dresser in the dining room that ran the length of the wall were pictures of you, your cousins, mom, aunts and uncles, the whole family, really. The house had a soft caramel shade, dark brown baseboards, white and brown cabinets. 

“Oh baby! Is that you? What took you so long? I was worried bout you, now!” A shorter, older black woman emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands off on a kitchen towel. She shook her head and took your cheeks into her palms. You smiled and cupped her hands. 

“Hey granny! Sorry, I hadn’t seen Sho in so long I got caught up with him for a bit.” You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around her in a hug. Her grayed curls were currently pulled back by a black headband, keeping them out of her face. She wore squoval silver-framed glasses perched on her nose, and a sky blue floral blouse with a pair of pink dress pants underneath and slides. 

“You brought that lil’ boy you sweet on? Lemme meet ‘em!” She grinned, stepping out of the kitchen where the ham hock and black eyed peas were boiling in the crockpot. “He’s in the living room!” You called, side stepping your grandma to get a better look at the food she was cooking. You’d told her Sho was coming, and he hadn’t had soul food before and your grandma had insisted on making a big meal for him to try. 

Your eyes scanned over at the cooling cornbread, and you licked your lips. You peeked into the oven to see the fried catfish cooling in a tin pan, and beneath it the mac and cheese, gooey with its crisped top. Out of the corner of your eye you caught the plastic cake dish and Shoyo heard you moan from the kitchen. He’d been gazing at the Black Jesus portrait and the burning sandalwood incense beneath it. He leaned forward a bit to examine the small Black angel figurines on the window seal, and on top of the cabinets. He looked up when Granny Ann approached him, stiffened, and then bowed.

“H-hello! It’s wonderful to finally meet you Mrs!” He exclaimed, eyes closed and doing his best to remain proper. Your granny gave a deep and hearty chuckle. 

“C’mon here’ boy get on with that.” She smacked his back, right beneath his shoulder and Shoyo choked just for a moment. You hadn’t been kidding before, your grandma was strong! Her warm, softly wrinkled hands cupped Shoyo’s cheeks. “Oh girl! You weren’t lyin! Ya got you a cute ol’ boy here.” She smiled, talking mostly to herself. Then she tutted at him.

“You ain’t gotta be so formal! Don’t act like ya ain’t said hi to me befoe’ on them facetimes with Cookie!” She held his cheeks so he looked into her dark brown eyes. You snorted at your grandma’s nickname for you, salivating some at the white double layered cake, frosted with caramel, calling back: “It’s not even facetime grandma! It's a messenger video.”

“Oh girl whatever that damn thing is. Now c’mere boy! Give Grandma Ann a hug!” She said, reaching her arms out for him to take the bait. Shoyo’s eyes glazed over for a moment, warmth filled him. Your grandma really was a sweet woman, short and some-what small in stature, but so welcoming. He could see where you got it from. He wrapped his arms around her in return and she squashed him to her, rocking back and forth. The floral scent of White Diamond perfume permeated from her, and he realized that was one of the other scents prominent in the house aside from the incense and the food. It smelled so..warm, so homey, so soft and inviting. 

She pulled back to hold his biceps in a tight grip. “Lemme get a good luck at ya now.” She said, squinting her eyes and tilting her head back and looking down through her glasses at him. She cupped his cheeks again and gave a gentle squeeze, a soft tug. “Ya ain’t got enough meat on these bones boy!” She tutted and turned back to you in the dining room. “Girl! Why you ain’t feedin him!” 

You looked up, coming back into the foyer and smiling at the sight before you, Shoyo with his cheeks squished and lips puckered, blinking blankly at your grandmother, then his sheepish smile. 

You put a hand on your hip and jutted it out. “Granny how I’m post’a feed him when he half way ‘cross the world?”

“Excuses! You know yo granddaddy ain’t never went hungry even when he was workin’ down in Texas. A way to a man's heart is food, baby. You aint’ feedin' him enough for me.” She shook her head and turned back to Shoyo,he softly waved his hands in your defense.

“A-ah it's really okay! She feed me a lot when we were in Brazil, I promise.” Grandma Ann shook her head. “Mm-mmn! Honey that ain’t enough. I want strong great grandbabies and we need’a fatten you up a little for that.” She patted his cheek and then let him go and trotted back into the kitchen.

You and Shoyo’s faces both warmed. Great grandchildren?! Did she think you and he were..It’s not like it wasn’t an enticing idea..to have a chubby baby with your hair and his eyes..but! He shook his head and patted his cheeks. They were flaming, and he had to fan himself to calm himself down. You two were too young! A-and not even dating! 

“Grandma! Don’t just be sayin’ stuff like that!” You whined, burying your face in your hands and shaking your head. You’d thought about it too, a baby with Shoyo’s hair color, how sweet of a dad he’d be if he ever did have kids, showing them how to serve and pass a volleyball, holding their chubby arms up to help them learn to walk. But you weren’t ready for a child, weren’t even sure if you wanted one, for heaven's sake! 

You met eyes with Shoyo's and the both of you looked away quickly. Neither of you denied any sort of relationship though and that's what made Granny Ann hum knowingly. 

“Don’t you worry baby! Grandma Ann gotchu covered. Made a big ol’ meal for you too so ya better eat up!”

Shoyo laughed nervously, but smiled as he moved closer to you, glancing briefly behind him into the living room to see the pretty curved couch, loveseat, and armchair covered in clear plastic, showing off the intricate patterns weaved into the fabric. The large old tv sitting by the windows. The blanket he’d sent as a gift for your grandma’s birthday draped over the edge of one of the couches. He felt a sense of pride in his chest and then smiled brightly at your grandma. “Alright! I can eat it all!” He fistpumped in excitement. “And it all smells so good!” He squeaked happily, coming up close to see her cooking and placing a hand over his chest, feeling saliva pool in his mouth. 

“Aaah! I hear her talk about your food all the time but! It looks soo much better in person!” He grinned, reaching over to try and grab a piece of fried okra that your grandma had just taken out of the microwave where it’d been sitting. Immediately your grandma’s wooden spoon lightly twacked the back of his hand. He hissed and went “tttt!”, recoiling and rubbing the back of his hand with a pout and a wounded look on his face. “Now I know you know better! Don’t be botherin’ the cook. Go sit down somewhere!” 

You snorted and walked up to drag Shoyo back. “I told him the stories Granny. He don’t be listenin’’ to me!” 

Shoyo huffed “I couldn’t help it, it looked good!” You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips to the back of his sore hand. Shoyo’s cheeks warmed again and he shook his head. “H-hey it's okay! It doesn't really hurt, I was just being silly!” You laughed, soft and airy, and Shoyo hoped you couldn’t hear the sound of his heart jumping into his throat, beating with the need for freedom. The words on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them down with a smile. 

The rest of the day passed easily. Shoyo and your grandmother got along well as he told stories of his volleyball career, of what his highschool life was like, of your time together in Brazil, and about his own family. The three of you watched a bit of Paternity court with Judge Mathas too, something you’d shown him back in Brazil, and both your grandma and Shoyo got riled up at the same parts. You laughed, it felt so natural, as if he’d been a part of your life and had been doing this for years. 

By the time Shoyo had to go home, you’d offered to drive him back, and while he shook his head no, your grandma was stuffing containers full of leftovers for him. She shoved them in two walmart bags, tied them up, and then placed the leftovers in Shoyo’s palms. “Take this with you baby. Big and strong, remember.” she’d patted his cheek and you’d snorted.

“You can’t carry all that with you on the train so let me take you back.” He’d relented, obviously, especially when your grandma pinched his cheek and expressed worry about him getting jumped because of his soft face. He’d huffed at that but you’d laughed and rolled your eyes.. but you didn’t disagree with her, and that was enough for him to get a slight twinge of fear, enough for him to relent to your driving, anyway.

The ride back was quieter but still comfortable. He had his head leaned against the window, the containers of food in his lap, and one hand holding your free hand, rubbing circles over the back of it. You gave him a smile at a stop light. “I had fun tonight, and I’m pretty sure my grandma loves you. I told you there was nothing to worry about”

Shoyo laughed at that, squeezing your hand affectionately before he nodded. “Me too! She’s so nice! And I got to see your family too, you’ve got a big one.” 

You hummed and nodded your head with a soft smile. “Yeah, and she wants me to make it even bigger.” You snorted, Shoyo grinned at that, his hand twitching lightly with the nerves. He bit his lip to keep from saying that he’d like to be a part of that, and it’s not like the tension between you two hadn’t grown thicker after hanging together. You two had naturally fallen back into your old rhythm while being in the same space. You’d even cuddled up a bit on the couch, so much so Granny Ann had draped a blanket over the two of you and cleaned the dishes herself.

“That's.. not such a bad thing though, right?” He said quietly, voice hesitant. You glanced at him for a moment and then smiled, your heart skipping a beat. You knew what he meant, even if he didn’t say it. “Not with the right people, or person.” You said, and then the car ride fell silent again as Shoyo grinned to himself and turned the music back up. “Yeah.” 

When you’d turned your blinkers on at the bus-stop leading to the residence he was staying at, the two of you looked at each other for a long moment before a soft smile graced your face. You leaned over and hugged him close. He hugged back, careful not to move the food too much. “See you again soon?” You mumbled into his shoulder and he gently squeezed your waist and nuzzled yours.

“Yeah,” he breathed back, resting his forehead briefly against yours. A moment passed, your eyes flickering to his lips, but before anything could happen, the bus honked behind you and startled the two of you apart. You both gave a nervous laugh and Shoyo grinned, stumbling out of the car and waving to you. “See you soon!” 

“See you soon!” You waved back and then pulled off so the bus could pull up. Shoyo waved until your car had turned the corner, and then patted himself on the chest, gazing up at the now dark sky. “Haaah..That was my chance and I missed it!” He whined to himself, shaking his head, puffing out his cheeks. Next time, for sure! Be damned the distance, being with you felt right and he wasn’t going to let this slip for the second time. 

He hiked back up to the dorms, hearing the energetic laughter and hollering of his friends and teammates as he walked into the suite. When he opened the door, all of his teammates turned to him, laughter dying down to stare. Shoyo froze like a deer, the bag of food swinging slightly from his left hand. He gave a nervous grin. “Ah! Hi!” 

“Heeeey! I thought’cha was in ya room sleepin! Whatcha got there?” Bokuto popped up, bouncing with excitement as he hopped over the couch to Shoyo. Atsumu nodded and watched him carefully, noticed the slight glimmer in the shape of lips on his cheek, just barely shimmering under the low light of the room. He smirked. That’d make a good teasing point later. 

Sakusa frowned, his dark eyebrows furrowed in. “We texted you, anticipating you would be hungry. It seems you’ve already eaten.”

Meian grinned, tossing an arm over the back of the couch, craning back to look at him. “So! What do you have?” 

Shoyo laughed a bit and rubbed the back of his head, cheeks warm as he walked in, toed his shoes off, and went to go sit with his friends in the living room. “Ah, it's soul food! It’s a staple of Black Americans here.” He said, sitting on the floor. 

“Oh? Where’d ya find that at? Doesn’t look like it came from’a restaurant with the Walmart bag and all.” Atsumu nudged his head at it, watched how Shoyo bristled again and then rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his cheeks warming again.

“I-i.. I got it from a nice older woman.” A beat, he wracked through how to answer next. “She invited me over for dinner.” He said, though he wasn’t lying, just..omitting details. He’d tell the guys! J-just. After he made it official, or, after he hoped it’d be official anyway. 

Bokuto cheered, “Ohhh! You already made friends?! Good Good! Just as expected of my great disciple!” He exclaimed, tossing an arm around his shoulders. 

Sakusa hummed, then sighed. More annoyed that Shoyo hadn’t texted back than anything else. “I hope your traveling around went well.” 

Meian grabbed the remote and turned the tv back on. “We were just about to put on an action movie. We were thinking of choosing between..” 

Atsumu settled back. He figured he’d ask Shoyo about that little kiss later, since it was sometimes more fun to make him squirm when he least expected it, so he let it go, just for now, anyway.

The next week had come and gone quickly, with training, drills, games, it seemed as if the men never really caught a break. Shoyo had really wanted to see you again, to try that arcade you’d told him about, but with everything going on, he hadn’t had a chance to. He was too tired at the end of the night, and ended up only being able to text a bit before passing out in his bed. 

You were busy too, with a deadline coming up, and coworkers taking vacations, a lot of the work ended up falling on you. Sometimes you and Shoyo’d hang around on the phone while you worked at the office at night, and he got ready for bed. But otherwise the two of you hadn’t spent much time together. 

Their second week came and went, and they were told they’d get that Saturday and Sunday off to relax, so Shoyo texted you. Right after he pressed send, Bokuto wrapped an arm around his shoulder, tugging Shoyo into his chest. “Hey hey! Let's explore the town since we haven’t gotten to yet! Whaddya’ say guys?!” 

Atsumu wrapped an arm around Shoyo’s other shoulder. “I think that sounds like’a swell idea! and since Shoyo did his own exploring last week, he can show us around. Whaddya’ think Shoyo?” He grinned, tugging the male on the cheek.

“Ah?! M-me?! W-well..” Shoyo whined, slapping his hand away and furrowing his eyebrows in thought. You had told him about a few places around that he could take everyone but he really wanted to spend a bit of time with you. They’d be leaving on the upcoming thursday, and he’d only gotten to see you once. Though it didn’t seem he could wiggle his way out of this one so he nodded. 

“I guess I know some places..” He said, then smiled at his friends as Bokuto jumped and happily punched the air. “Alriiight!! Whoo!! Let's go!” Atsumu grinned and smacked Shoyo on the back. “Good, good!” 

Sakusa flicked a strand of stray hair off of his shirt, nodding his head. “As long as we can find a Japanese restaurant for lunch, I don’t mind.”

Meian clapped his hands together, “Then it's settled! Let's head out at eleven then?” He questioned and the others nodded.

Shoyo grinned, wondering if he’d get a chance to slip away and say hello to you. He knew you worked downtown, so it wasn’t impossible, right? “Yeah! Sounds good!” Before they could talk more, a whistle was blown and a strong mid-western accent spoke through a megaphone. “Alright! Break’s ova’, get in your positions!” The males dispersed, jogging back onto the court. 

After practice, on his way back to his room, he’d finally been able to check his phone, seeing the message from you: 

[ ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ-Chan]: Hi Sho! Sorry I just got this. I’m sorry boo, I can’t! I’ve got work tomorrow. :\ But have fun and enjoy your time with your friends. We can hang out some other time 🥳. 

Shoyo had pouted a little but responded in kind, he’d still have a good day even if he couldn’t see you. Next week, for sure! 

….

During their Saturday off, the boys explored various shops in town, shopping in an inside-mall, getting lunch at a nice locally owned Japanese restaurant. Once the sun began to set beneath the buildings, the men returned to their residence to drop their things off at home. Once they did, Atsumu gave them a sly grin and suggested that they try out a club, check out the nightlife. Even Sakusa seemed interested, and so they got dressed all dispersed to freshen up and get dressed. 

After his shower, Shoyo looked through his dresser and furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh..” 

Bokuto popped his head into the room, along with Atsumu, already dressed. “Whatcha lookin’ for?” Atsumu asked, cocking an eyebrow, having heard Shoyo’s exasperations from the other room.

“Ah, yeah! Are ya lookin’ for that orange shirt again? The one you were lookin’ for before we left Japan?” Bokuto asked with a soft tilt of his head, and Shoyo nodded with a frown, running his fingers through his wavy hair. “Yeah but. I don’t see it..I don’t even remember the last time I saw it.  .. Oh well.” He shrugged his shoulders and instead tugged out a long sleeve black turtleneck instead. After he’d grabbed his wallet, the boys left out.

Meanwhile, you’d gotten off work about an hour ago and your last text from Shoyo said he’d gone to the club with his friends, you’d responded that he should have fun, and texted your friends Zoya, Deja, and Ebony who suggested that the three of you hit the club too! You’d finished up your project, and deserved to celebrate, especially since your boss gave you Monday off and let you take your Sunday back. You’d laughed and waved your hand, but figured it couldn’t be that bad of a thing right? To let loose with your friends for a little bit? And Shoyo was doing it too, so it made you feel a little less bad about not spending that bit of off time with him. You’d all decided that you’d meet them at the club and grab the four of you a table ahead of time since Deja was only just getting off of work.

You’d gotten home, freshened up, put your braids up into a half ponytail with one black and one orange strand hanging down from the center like bangs. You’d slipped on some faux leather black leggings. While you were going through your closet, you tried to figure out what shirt to wear. Something sexy could work, but..you also didn’t really want to be hit on. You searched through your closet for a moment before you pulled out a satin orange button up, something Shoyo shipped to you once by accident. 

You’d gotten it in the mail with a little care package, and Shoyo’d groaned and face planted the bed while video chatting you when he saw you pull it from the box. He’d tossed it into the care package he’d prepared for you instead of the laundry hamper and accidentally shipped the button up to you in the mail. You’d laughed that you’d give it back when you saw him again, but would be keeping it as a reminder of him until then. You smiled at the memory, the shirt was nice, and when you ran your fingers over it, a size too big, you thought that it’d also serve as a claim that you had someone waiting for you. Your cheeks warmed at the thought and you slid the soft fabric over your shoulders. 

You buttoned it up but left the top few buttons undone, your breasts pushed up by the lacey butterfly bra you wore beneath, the black lace of the top of the cups only slightly visible from beneath the shirt. You smiled a little yourself, then put on the black lace-up corset belt to hug and accentuate your curves. You nodded your head to yourself and smirked. “Okaaay! A whole ass dinner baby girl.” You winked at yourself in the mirror, twisted your body a bit to trace the curve of your ass before you laughed and went to the bathroom to apply a soft bit of dark red lipstick, and to adjust the golden sun necklace that Shoyo had bought you. You put on a nice pair of short thick heels and headed to the club. 

The club sat a bit outside of downtown, casual to semi dressy attire with a bouncer out front. The music playing was a mix of r&b, trap, and hip-hop in general. Both in English and in Spanish.The patrons of the club were a mixture of races and ethnic backgrounds, though mainly populated by Latino and Black individuals. Sitting in a booth in the middle back, towards the dancefloor and across from the bar, was Shoyo and his friends, laughing with each other. MSBY blended in rather well, in hugging shirts and tight jeans or slacks, opened collared shirts or nice t-shirts, velvet smooth. The table had ordered light appetizers and a round of drinks. Bokuto was grinning ear to ear. 

"Ooh there's so many kinds of people here!" He exclaimed with excitement, knocking back a shot and sliding it aside before he grabbed another. Bokuto was a big guy and it took a lot to get him drunk.

Sakusa was sipping on a cocktail of some sort, a clear one with a long handle. He nodded. "America's racial diversity is very different." 

Meian nodded and Atsumu smirked as he eyed a pretty girl at the bar. She giggled and turned her head away, and Atsumu took a swig of his beer. "And the girls are just as cute. It’s a good night. I think this was a swell idea.” He grinned.

Bokuto nodded his head quickly. “Yep yep! I’m gonna dance later too, it looks like they’re havin’ a lot of fun!” 

Shoyo laughed a little, gazing at the bodies on the dance floor, currently dancing to “Big Energy” by Latto. He bobbed his head a bit to the beat, a song he’d heard from you. For a moment he thought about your shared time in Brazil with the rest of your friends, dancing at a houseparty, and the memory warms him. He hadn’t danced like that since the last time you two had been together, and for a brief moment he considered following Bokuto to the dancefloor later. 

“It does look like fun! You should Bo!” he encouraged, sipping on a fruity drink, something you’d often ordered. Less alcohol, more sweet, just as strong. The buzz settled in his chest, relaxed him. The guys conversed easily from there, instead shifting into their expectations for the next week.

By the time you’d arrived at the club, it was around 8pm and the place was as it usually was on a Saturday night: busy. “Show Me” by Kid Ink was playing as you walked in, swerving around different bodies and laughter to make your way to the bar counter. You leaned against it, a soft smile gracing your lips. 

You tugged your phone out to check your messages and the groupchat with the girls said they were on their way, running a bit later because of traffic. Deja had only recently gotten back to her shared apartment with Ebony, and Zoya had been with Ebony the whole day. They were currently in a taxi on the way to the club, so you put your phone back and decided to order a drink. “Hey,” you called to the bartender, who nodded at you with a grin. “What’s good girl? What can I do for ya?”

From their booth, Atsumu polished off his beer and looked up. “Sooo..who’se going to get more drinks?” He grinned, and Bokuto, from his space next to Atsumu, pouted. “You and Sho are the ones on the end! One of you guys should- oh!” Bokuto’s ears perked up as he looked at the bar and then grinned widely. 

“Hey Hey Hey! Sho! Look’at that girl over there! Didntcha ya have a shirt like that too? The one you were missin’, right? Maybe yah can ask that girl where she got hers from!” 

Shoyo blinked, furrowed his eyebrows as he turned to see who Bokuto was talking about. His eyes scanned the crowd before they landed on the figure: two toned black and orange braids, the curves of the woman's hips and thighs hugged by her leggings, the round, bubble cheeks of her ass. Her face flushed a little, he didn't mean to stare. He watched the woman laugh at something and turn, and he caught the girl's side profile, then your smile. He was taking a sip of his water at the time and coughed it out through his nose in shock, his nostrils burning. “Ack!” He heaved, and Bokuto laughed. “Don’t choke! It’s not that bad to talk to a girl you know!” 

Sakusa made a disgusted face and handed Shoyo a napkin, then turned his eyes to Bokuto. “You cried asking the nurse at the camp to help you find an ice pack.” Meian laughed at that, and Bokuto pouted.

“Hey! She was intimidatin’!” He huffed, and Atsumu laughed too, but noticed how Shoyo’s eyes hadn’t left the girl at the bar. Before he could say anything, Shoyo cleared his throat then exclaimed quickly after wiping his nose and mouth, “Right! I’ll go get the drinks!” He quickly stood up from the booth and smoothed his shirt down, wiped his palms on his pants. You were here, you were here, and you were wearing his shirt. You were here, and wearing the shirt he’d been missing! It finally came back to him, he’d accidentally shipped it to you once, and you just hadn’t returned it.

Atsumu raised an eyebrow. “Y’er eager aren’t ya? Are ya gonna go talk to the girl?” He asked, a smirk lacing his tone, but what he hadn’t quite expected was for Shoyo to turn back to the table, down the rest of his drink,wince at the hot buzz of it in his chest and to nod with a steely determination in his eyes. “Yep!” He hurriedly left the table before he could be talked out of it. 

You laughed at the girl next to you, talking loudly over the music “Right?! It’s such a good color!” You gave her a crinkle eye’d smile before you heard your name called. You turned  behind you and were met with Shoyo. Him, standing there in that black turtleneck that hugged the lithe and muscular form you’d seen build up in Brazil. His hair, messy as always, was slightly longer, with a slight undercut in the back, something he’d let Atsumu do one night after practice. Not as short as the blonde, however. Shoyo’s face was softly warm from the alcohol when he grinned at you. “Hi.” 

“Sho!”  You squealed, tossing your arms around his neck after checking him out. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight. 

“Oh my god! I didn’t think we’d be at the same place!” You exclaimed, squeezing him tighter to you. He could feel the warmth of your body against him, the softness of your chest through your shirt, the curve of your waist, his forearms resting over the outward curve of your ass. “Me either,” he breathed, softly nudging his head against you. You laughed, fingernails gently scratching the short hair at the base of his neck. He shivered, breath hitching slightly, heart beating just a tad faster. You smelled like tropical fruit and cocoa butter. He smelled like fresh pine with hints of citrus and peppermint. 

“I thought you were busy..” He pulled back to look into your eyes, his palms resting on your hips, the warmth of him permeating through your pants. You shivered lightly at the contact but grinned at him. 

“I was! But I was able to finish early and mah girls said they’d treat me to drinks as a congrats for finishing this project. It was...” You trailed off, your palms resting on his upper chest as you spoke. Shoyo had been listening at first, but his eyes trailed to the dip in your cleavage, the sun necklace shimmering in the light against your gentle brown skin. His eyes focused on it, then to the shirt you wore, his eyes hooded. 

“Hey-” he interrupted you and you blinked, furrowing your eyebrows before following the line of his eyes. Your cheeks warmed as his right hand left your hip and instead slid up to your shirt. “This..isn’t this..” 

His fingers slid under the satin material, knuckles brushing the soft skin of your stomach, your reaction was immediate. Your stomach sucked in softly, biting your bottom lip from the tingle and the warmth of his skin, a small pulse of arousal shot through you. You swallowed, then gazed up at him under your lashes. 

“Yeah..it’s yours. I hope you don’t mind..You’d sent it to me so..” You said, lowering your voice as you fiddled with your necklace. Shoyo licked his lips, his pupils dilating a bit. You always looked good in his clothes but— to come to the club dressed in his clothes, with the necklace he’d gotten you, with your hair somewhat matching his..he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride in possession, like you wanted someone to know that you belonged with him. 

“I don’t mind, you look beautiful in my clothes.” His nail bed gently caressed your skin as he rubbed the fabric of your—his— shirt between his fingers. He’d meant to say the last three words to himself, but the alcohol let them slip. 

“Good, ‘cause I like wearin’ em.” You grinned cheekily at him, all sparkly doe-eyed, your cheeks warm. He gave a nervous huff of a laugh, gazing at your fingers and then back to your face, watching you trap your plump bottom lip between your teeth. He leaned forward, but before anything else could happen, your name was called. 

You snapped out of the trance you were in, jumping slightly before a girl's arms tossed around your shoulders. You turned your head slightly to be met with Zoya, grinning ear to ear. 

“Heeey girl! Sorry we’re late!” She planted a fat kiss on your cheek to which you laughed and shoved at her. Zoya was wearing a pair of high heels, white jeans that shined against her soft bronze skin, a black crop-top, and sparkly eyeshadow with accompanying lipstick. Her curly hair framed her cheeks and she tucked some of it behind her ear before she looked up to see Shoyo. She gasped.

“Oh! My! God! IT IS NOT!” She squealed loudly and Shoyo let you go to laugh as Zoya threw her arms around him and rocked side to side. He returned the hug she’d given him with one arm, the other on the counter to keep himself straight up. “Ninja Shoyo! I can’t believe you’re here!” She slapped him on his chest and Shoyo grinned nervously. 

Zoya turned to you. “You didn’t tell me he was coming!” 

You held your hands up defensively. “I didn’t know either! I got here and he was already here.” 

“How could you not..” The conversation continued, but back at the MSBY table, Atsumu and Bokuto were slack jawed because Hinata Shoyo, their Hinata Shoyo got a hug from two girls?! And one was basically giving him heart eyes? And he’d held her hips? When did BabySho get so bold? 

Meian grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Huh! So Shoyo has more game than I thought.” 

“I want a hug from a pretty girl! Jeez! How’d he even get that close?!” Bokuto pouted.

Atsumu furrowed his eyebrows with a frown..Then, all the events from the last two weeks came back. The remnants of a kiss on his cheek, him slipping out and being gone all day, the distractions, texting even without looking at his phone. Even back in Japan he’d been more anxious and excited about visiting America than the rest of the team was, which, considering Shoyo’d lived in Brazil for two years, surprised him. 

Atsumu smirked, then with decisiveness, spoke. “I think he’s known that girl a lot longer than today.” 

Sakusa took a sip of his drink and replied plainly, “He’s known her for at least a year.”

Bokuto and Atsumu looked at him with wide shocked expressions, Meian just shook his head and huffed a laugh. 

“How’d ya know that?” Atsumu asked with a raised eyebrow and Sakusa’s eyebrow twitched.

“He sends her videos after practice. I’ve seen her face on his phone a few times.” He shrugged his shoulders. “He’s not very good at hiding it, even if he tries to. They text constantly. I came to the locker-rooms late one evening and he was video chatting with her on his way out. I didn’t recognize her at first because her hair was different.” 

Meian nodded his head towards you and Shoyo, “and that's his shirt. I helped him pick it out for his headshots.” 

“Hah!? How’d we not know?” Bokuto slammed his hands on the table, standing up. Atsumu laughed. “Well obviously you wouldn’t notice.”

“I’d like to remind you that you didn’t notice either, Atsumu.” Sakusa quipped, scrolling through his phone.

Atsumu frowned. “Yeah well..” He huffed, bickering with his friends. 

The bar’s front door opened and two individuals walked in. Ebony, in her tight black dress and Deja in a jumpsuit with a satin blouse over her shoulder. The two  approached Sho, Zoya, and you and Ebony put a hand on her hip. “Okay, so ya’ll decided you was gonna start the party without us? Causeee..” she gestured between the three of you “That’s what this look like.” 

You laughed and shook your head but Deja pursed her lips and sucked her teeth. “Aye, ain’t this the boy you be talm bout? Shoyo yeah?” 

Shoyo perked up a bit, cheeks reddening as he scratched the back of his head. You talked about him? His heart could burst at this point. “Y-yeah, it’s nice to meet you.” He said, shaking her hand .

Ebony smiled, “Okaay! He cute! You cute.” She waved her hand at him and smiled. “Buut…” She turned to look at you, eyes sharp. You shivered slightly under her gaze, pouting and rolling your eyes at her. 

“Girl, I’m not abandonin’ ya’ll. He’s here with his friends anyway.” you waved your hand at her but kept your gaze from her, because you would, indeed, probably ditch them for some Shoyo time. 

“It is girls night!” Zoya exclaimed, hugging your arm before she began tugging on your arm. “So as much as I’ve loved catchin’ up with you and I’m sure she’s loved oogling you again, we’ve gotta go spend some time together before you steal her! Soo.. bye lover boy!” Zoya pushed at his chest softly and shoo’d at him before she began dragging you. 

You laughed and shook your head as the other two girls went to grab a booth. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’! Can’t I say bye first?” You asked, rolling your eyes. Zoya stared at you and sneered. 

“Bitch you don’t know how to say goodbye. You’ll be attached to his hip if I don’t drag you.” She huffed and sighed. “Fine, say yo shit and c’mon.” She let you go for the moment and you rolled your eyes at her and turned back to Shoyo, who looked obviously embarrassed. 

You smiled and cupped his cheeks. “Don’t worry about it boo, they just figure we’ll be together all night and they won’t get any me time.” 

Shoyo pouted softly. “But they get to see you more anyway.” You laughed and then slid your hand down his neck to tug him closer to you. You brushed a kiss against the flushed skin of his cheek, and the both of you heard a roar of cheers at the sound. 

You looked behind him to see his friend group, The blonde and the grey-highlighted boy with wide eyes, the grey one with his fist in the air. One in the corner, smirking over a drink, and the other paying the both of you no mind.

You giggled and patted Shoyo’s chest before you stepped away from him, giving a flirty wiggle of your fingers goodbye.“I’ll come find you later. Go enjoy your friends.” As you stepped off, your free arm was tucked under Zoya’s arm as she dragged you to the booth your friends had picked.

Shoyo watched your figure retreat into the crowd, fingers brushing over where you’d kissed him, basking in the soft warmth left behind by your lips before he was knocked out of his thoughts by Bokuto throwing an arm around his shoulders, and Atsumu coming up right after. 

“You were talking to a girl and didn’t tell your senpai!?” Bokuto pouted, and Atsumu shook his head. “I knew ya were bein’ sneaky ya lil weasel. Ya gots some explain’ to do.” He smirked, getting the round of drinks that Shoyo was supposed to get in the first place, then dragging him back to their table to explain himself. 

The next hour or two passed smoothly, though both you and Shoyo’s friend groups were aware of how distracted the two of you were. 

When “Détente” by Claydee came onto the speakers your friends had squealed and dragged you to the dance floor. All of you had a bit of alcohol in your system, the buzzing warmth spreading through your bodies as you danced in a group, hips swaying, hands moving along your bodies, laughing, having fun as the lights danced along your bodies.

Shoyo’s eyes watched your movements. Atsumu recounted a story that Shoyo and he were involved with in highschool, and when Atsumu asked Shoyo to back him up on something that had Meian and Bokuto laughing and Sakusa shaking his head with a smirk, Shoyo didn’t respond. Shoyo had tuned them out, his fingers on the side of his glass pressed against his lips. His eyes, now dark brown, focused on the way your hips and ass moved on the dancefloor with your friends, just as sure and confident as you’d been back in Brazil. 

“ata..”

“Hinata!” Shoyo jumped at hearing his surname, snapping out of his trance and turning to his friends.  

“Huh?! What?! Sorry!” He said sheepishly, putting the drink down and scratching the back of his head with a laugh. “Sorry! Sorry! What were you saying?” He softly furrowed his eyebrows. Atsumu made an almost disgusted look before it morphed into a sharp grin.

“You’re down bad dude.” Shoyo bristled, his entire face flaring and the tips of his ears burning. “H-hey! Well..I mean—?” He sputtered, poking at his drink. He let out a defeated sigh and slumped a little. “Yeah, I know.” 

Meian snorted and Bokuto laughed and grinned wide. “But that's good! You’ve got somebody you love right?” 

Shoyo slumped forward, crossing his arms and laying his head on them. Bokuto was right. He did love you, your ugly laugh, your smile, the way your skin shimmered in the light. The way your nose scrunched up when something upset you, your kindness, your care. And he was pretty positive you felt the same way, but..

“You’re scared.” Sakusa said for him, leaning on his propped up elbow. “She feels the same. It’s obvious.”

Atsumu chimed in. “Yep if those “Fuck me” eyes weren’t an easy tell.” He shrugged his shoulders and took a swig of beer with a laugh. Shoyo sputtered and whined, burying his face into his arms. “Don’t say stuff like that!” 

Atsumu shrugged. “It’s true! I ‘unno what ya’d have to be scared of. Yomi’s right. She’s got the hots for ya too.” He nodded and Bokuto poked at Shoyo’s cheek. “Cheer up! You should confess!” 

Meian piped in then. “I mean, if you’re afraid you should talk to her about it. Maybe she has the same reservations.” 

Sakusa nodded. “You’re not scared of being rejected. You’re scared if you say something you can’t leave without her.” He said simply, and Shoyo stiffened, grunting. Sakusa had hit the nail on the head. He peeked at you over his arms. He loved you, for sure, and your presence. But..without confessing, it was easier to be farther apart. You two could pretend that the video and phone calls, the letters and care packages, were enough. If you two confessed he wasn’t sure his heart could take being a continent away from you again. His volleyball career was his life, and he didn’t want to have you uproot your own just to be with him. It’d be selfish to request that of you, no matter how much he wanted you by his side. 

Atsumu whistled quietly and looked away. “Yomi’s got all the facts, huh?” He shrugged. 

Meian shook his head. “Even so, you’ll never know until you talk to her about it.. Speaking of which..” Meian looked up behind Shoyo, and he felt the warmth of your presence, smelt your perfume before you’d said anything. He perked up and whipped his head around to look back at you. “Ah,”

“Hi,” you breathed with a smile, chest rising and falling a little more visibly with the effort you’d exhausted from dancing. Shoyo responded in kind, his breathless voice caused by the way your skin glowed in the warm red, purple, and blue lights of the club. 

Behind you your friends had come up to support, grinning cheekily at you and Shoyo. Zoya softly pushed you closer to him and made a motion with her hands that said ‘out with it, now.’

You glared back at her then turned back to Shoyo. “I’ve come to steal you from your friends.” You lowered your voice softly, willing it not to falter. “Wanna dance? It’s our song.” You tilted your head towards the dance floor, “Tip Toe” by Jason Derulo had only just started. You held your hand out to him. 

Shoyo looked back at his friends for a moment but Meian smiled and answered for him. “Of course he does! Go have fun Shoyo.” He shooed him off.

Shoyo stood from the booth, taking your hand with a nervous smile. “Yeah, like old times?” You took both his hands in yours and began tugging him away.

“Mhmm..” You left your girl friends to slide into the booth with the other boys as you led Shoyo to the dance floor. 

You let his hands go and began to gently shake your hips, snickering at him as he stood there awkwardly for a moment, it was just like your first time again. “C’mon, I taught you what to do.” You placed his hands on your waist, then put your hands on his hips and began rotating your hips, guiding him along.

Shoyo licked his lips, watching your movements for a moment before looking up at the smile on your face. It didn’t take long for his hips and waist to follow the movement of your own, and once he got the rhythm you slid your arms around his neck and pulled closer.

His hands slid down from your waist to your hips as the two of you danced. The song didn’t have a lot of base on its own, but as the dj repeated the chorus instructions, re-mixed the song with their own with the base, and turned the music up a bit, several other bodies joined the dance floor. You and Shoyo glided closer to each other, a hair’s breadth away.

Your bodies radiated warmth off of each other as they roll together, not quite touching but close enough you could feel his breath fanning over your face, feel the scorch of his hands on your body, the heat of his neck against your palms, could watch the way his pupils darkened. You licked your lips and smiled at him and he took the initiative to slide his hand up your side, up your arm,and take his hand into yours. The two of you put an inch or two of distance between each other, your bodies moving in sync, molding to each other within the space.

Wine fa me, darlin’

The two of you began to whine, knees bending slightly, hips rotating. You grinned and cheered him on, he remembered what you’d taught him! You were proud, even when his whining slowed only enough to keep the rhythm of the music so he could focus on you. Hiis arm held yours high as you gyrated, his gaze burning a trail along the curves of your body. 

Bring that body my way

You spun in his hold and backed into him, moving your hips back until they only slightly grazed his own. He held your hand in his own above your head, placing his free hand on your waist and moving his hips with yours. He couldn’t stop himself from watching the small bit of space between your ass and his hips. Just a small movement forward and the two of your bodies would touch, and he could feel the warmth of you radiating against him, the light brush of your buttcheek against his thigh from a particular wiggle of your hips. 

Can't take it off my brain

His hand dropped your own and both of his palms traveled down to your hips. He couldn’t fight the urge to feel you against him anymore and tugged you back into his chest, nestling his chin into the crook of your neck as he finally, finally felt the soft plushness of your ass press back against his hips, into his pelvis. He bit his lip to stop the groan from tumbling forward, rolling his hips with yours to the beat. 

Look like you do ballet, oh

The heat, the warmth of the space of the dance floor, the bodies, the base of the music through the floor traveling up your heels, sent a soft drumming through your body, a pulse in your veins. The warmth of the alcohol that buzzed in your chest, the puff of Shoyo’s breath against your neck, the perspiration starting to coat your bodies, the way his fingertips dug into your hips possessively, the rumble that purrs up from his chest, the feel of his heart thundering against your back, your own a constellation of the rhythm in your ears, the way his fingers tips slipped up under your shirt, pressing into the warmth of your skin, all had your sex pulsing with need, mind hazing with lust, him, and the want and need to show Shoyo just how much you’ve wanted him.

Hold tight when you tip toe (When you tip toe)

You bent forward some, rolling your hips, shaking your ass back against him firmly along to the beat, switching the way you grinded into him along with the music’s instruction. Shoyo’s hooded dark brown eyes were looking down at your hips, the way your ass bounced, the way it jiggled, and the way you whined back into him. 

He caught what you were throwing back, hands on the side of your ass. He pushed his hips forward and rolled them into yours as you danced against the warmth and heat of him, and the ever growing bulge pressing up against your ass as your hips moved. With a shuddering breath, his warm rough palm slid up the skin of your back under your shirt, gently brushing his thumb up against your spine, and when your lips parted in a soft  “Oh…” Shoyo couldn’t help but whimper, tilt his head back, and grind his erection firmly into you.

When “All Hands on Deck” by Tinashe came on, his arm wrapped around your front, tugging you up and back into his chest. He nosed his face into your neck. “Ha…” he breathed, the puff of his breath against your neck had your clit pulsing as you slid your right arm up and behind you to tangle into his hair, the other resting above his left hand on your waist. This song was slower, more sensual and so your movements against each other turned into a slower grind than the previous dance. 

For you, it was only you and him, your bodies flush and moving together, warm, clothes beginning to cling to your skin, the pulsing of his length behind you, the way his right hand curled possessively around your hip, his soft lips grazing your neck—You full body shivered and Shoyo’s grip tightened. His fingertips brushed the top of your mound when he flexed his fingers and your hips moved up to chase his hand as his fingers rested back on your waist. That touch alone, for a moment, brought your senses back. You swallowed down your desire, almost ready to let him slip his fingers in your leggings on the dancefloor but you controlled yourself and spun around in his arms. 

You pressed your chest flush up against his own, both of you breathing heavily, lips hovering just over each other. His normally brown eyes had turned coffee, following the line of sweat that dripped down between your cleavage. He licked his lips, his palms pulling you in by your hips.

“Sho…” you breathed quietly, sliding your palms up and down his chest. “Fuck..Sho..” You whined as he nudged your head to the side and brushed his lips under your ear. You moaned, fingers sliding up to grip his hair from the base of his neck and tug it back, and he whined. Full on whined, head tilted back by the action, his jugular exposed and throat bobbing as he breathed heavier.

“Shit..Sho, okay.. Okay. C’mon we can’t do this here.” You pulled back, and he reluctantly squeezed your hips, grip loosening to slide off but you grabbed his right one and tugged him through the crowd of bodies and out into the street, not even bothering to check if any of your friends were watching. 

Once the cool air hit you, cooling your sweaty body, you tugged him into you, gazing up into his eyes under the street lights, the zooming cars, the people chatting and laughing and stumbling past or to taxi’s, drunk and excitable.

You cupped his cheek and he immediately leaned into your palm, his eyes closed as he pressed his body close to yours again, enough that you could feel his bulge pressed against your thigh, pulsing lightly at the contact. You swallowed, bit your lip, and then took a deep breath from your nose. “...Sho, I love you.”

His eyes widened at that, albeit semi-slowly, but the immediate flush of red to his ears and cheeks was all you needed to know he heard you. His eyes stared into your own for a moment before he smiled wide and nuzzled into your palm again, giving it a gentle kiss. “I love you too. Mmm.. ‘an for a really long time.” 

You pulled him closer to you as you stepped back against the wall. The concrete was cold and rough against the back of your clothes but you ignored it. Shoyo’s palms came to rest on your hips to steady himself.

“Me too..And- I want to be with you.. Both like this,” You rolled your hips into his own and Shoyo’s eyebrows furrowed with a whimper, his hips bucking into yours in response. “And emotionally.” You bit your lip. “Sho, I wanna be your girlfriend. I’m tired of dancing around it. I just- I can’t…” You furrowed your eyebrows, both the lust and the alcohol getting to your head, swimming the thoughts and tears brimming your eyes. “I can’t just sit on the side anymore, don’t think I can wait—” You were cut off by his plush lips pressing against your own, warm. A gentle caress before he pulled back and nodded his head quickly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“...’e too. Me too.” He huffed, breathing heavier for a moment before willing his hips away from yours to look in your eyes. “Always— Don’t care how far we are..Just wanna call you mine,” His eyes were still dark with lust when he spoke, but they were also swimming with that same emotion you’d seen in Brazil, that love-struck look, that soft, warm, vulnerable gaze. You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him back into you. He grunted, your teeth clacking for a moment before he tilted his head and pressed you into the concrete, pressing his body, still warm despite the chill of the weather against yours to kiss you with all the passion built up from the club, from the tension of the last few years. Several quick pecks that lead into deeper kisses, a tongue swiping over lips before being met with another, grinding and swirling with each other.

He pulled away, licking his lips to rid the string of saliva connecting the two of you and pressed wet kisses down the side of your neck. You shuddered, the lipstick you’d wore that smeared across his lips was being smeared back onto your skin. “S-shit Sho wait- my place.. we can’t— not here..” You shivered and he whined, willing himself to listen, settling with placing his head against your shoulder as you pulled your phone out to order an uber. 

…

After you finished stumbling with the lock to your apartment, Shoyo spun you around and melded your lips together again. A desperate kiss, of almost four years of pent up desires and passion. He toed his shoes off at your door and kicked it closed with his foot. He immediately lifted your leg around his hip, tugging your heel off as you reached forward to lock the door over his shoulder. You laughed, squealing as he dropped one foot and immediately repeated the process with the other heel, tossing it over his shoulder where it clanked into the door. You giggled, hopping on one foot. “Sho, slow down—!”

“Nuh, waited too long for this.” He pouted, then bent down and lifted you off your feet from under your thighs and hoisted you over his shoulder. You squealed and he pressed a kiss to the side of your ass through your pants and grinned back at you. “I told you ‘d be able to lift you one day. Bedroom?” 

“S-sho! Ah! You ass! Don’t drop me” You huffed, cheeks warming at his comment. “I-it’s down the hall.” Shoyo quickly carried you to the bedroom and then shifted to drop you onto the bed. Your body bounced back on your sheets and you shifted up onto your elbows to watch him lift his shirt and tug it over his head. You watched his muscles flex as he did, and you tugged the belt down your legs. When you went to unbutton your shirt, Shoyo grabbed your hands and shook his head, surging forward. “Leave it on—” He huffed, brushing his lips against yours before he grinned. 

“Mmf, reminds me you’re mine now.” He pressed a more urgent kiss to your lips, then pulled back with a soft smack to instead trail kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking on your skin. He slid his palms up and down your legs twice before sliding them up against and into the waistband of your leggings. His lips attached to your neck, and you moaned at the soft pain as he sucked a tight hickey into your neck before lathing his tongue over the spot soothingly. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, bangs sticking to his forehead with his sweat. “Can I take these off?” He asked and you nodded, grabbing his cheeks to press a searing kiss onto them. “Don’t gotta ask—” 

He huffed through his nose against your lips and deepened the kiss. You slid your tongue out to brush against his lips. He obeyed immediately, parting his lips to slide his own tongue out to grind against your own. You moaned softly, sliding your palms up your shirt to unhook your bra and tug it down and out, tossing it across the room, your breathing was easier with the restrictive garment gone and the heart clambering in your chest no longer felt caged down.

Shoyo broke the kiss to drop to his knees at the foot of the bed and tugged your pants and panties off in one fell swoop. You squealed as his strong arms wrapped around your thighs and tugged you towards the edge of the bed, your fingers grappling into the comforter beneath you. He’d gotten stronger since you first met. He tossed one leg over his shoulder and then began pressing kisses against your thigh and inhaled deep, his chest rising and falling as he moaned at the smell of your arousal. His free hand reached between his legs to palm his bulge then to unbutton and unzip his jeans to give his dick some relief from the pressure. 

“You smell so good..” He huffed, spreading your legs wider and you squeaked, fingers digging into your comforter as your wet sex was exposed to the cool air. “S-sho it’s okay you don’t have—” You reached down to try and push him away but he smacked your hand aside and glared at you with dark eyes. You froze for a moment, body shuddering at the dark look in his eyes as he nipped your inner thigh, right next to where you wanted him most, then gently blew on your sex and licked his lips. 

“I’ve been wanting to taste you for the last two years, so.” His voice was huskier when he spoke, but he meant every word. You whimpered, thighs twitching inward as your walls clenched around nothing, more of your juices sliding out from your entrance and down. He shifted and pulled you closer, planting kisses on both of your thighs, then on the top of your mound. You shuddered at the feeling, even as his lips brushed over your outer labia. He reached up and used his thumb and middle finger to spread your lower lips. You shivered at the contact, and at the soft wet sound of him spreading you. 

His eyes widened, then he licked his lips. “Your pussy’s so pretty..” his breath ghosted over you and he watched intently as more of your wetness leaked from your hole at his words. He couldn’t help but dip his index finger into the wetness and gently tap it against your clit. You squeaked, thighs jerking upwards in his hold and he bit his lip, then used his index finger to pull the hood of your clit back, blowing gently on the little nub directly.. Your thighs clamped around him and he tightened his hold on you. “And so sensitive..” He muttered, then slid his tongue out and licked a long stripe up your pussy. You moaned at the same time he did, his tongue vibrating softly against your exposed clit. 

Shoyo wasn’t very experienced, but he’d looked up a few tutorials to make sure he could please you when the time came, and he was glad because when he swirled the tip of his tongue around your entrance, dipping the tip in just a bit to feel the heat and warmth of you, to feel the way your walls squeezed even just the tip of his tongue, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long or hold back when he finally made it in you.

You were sensitive too. You had been too busy to masturbate lately, and to have Shoyo’s fingers on you like you’d dreamed of made you that much more sensitive, made the knot in your stomach build embarrassingly fast. Shoyo licked another stripe up the length of you before he shifted to attach his lips to your clit and suck, the action made you cry out and buck into his mouth, your hands flying down to tangle in his hair. He shifted, body moving closer as his tongue swirled on your clit, feeling it pulse against his tongue.

He showed no shame as he shifted his pants and underwear down his thighs. If the pressure stayed on his dick, he was sure he’d cream himself before he got to be inside of you and he couldn’t bear the thought of that. He slid his arms back up to wrap his left hand around your thigh to keep it spread, then slid his right hand up, using his index and middle fingers to scoop up your wetness and gently circle your entrance. 

You moaned, your thighs twitching in and body shaking just slightly. Shoyo kept you from squirming too much though with a firm hand, the tip of his tongue doing it’s best to spell his name on the tip of your clit. The direct stimulation felt good and was almost painful at the same time, and you whined, curling your body up into him as he pressed at your entrance with his fingers. There wasn’t much resistance, so he figured you could take them both at once.

“S-shit, Sho!” You squeaked, breathing harder at the direct contact to your clit, body shaking, the knot in your stomach tightening quickly. He sunk both fingers into your cunt, groaning around your clit at how tight you squeezed his fingers, the wet warmth of you pulsing around his digits as he began gently thrusting them, rubbing your walls with the pads of his fingers. 

You cried out as he pulled back to wiggle his tongue back and forth on your clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of you with a light wet smack from your juices. Your thighs began to twitch, shaking your head as you squeezed your eyes shut, back arching up towards him, fingers pressing into his hair. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to push him back or pull him closer with how his tongue assaulted your clit. You gasped his name, cracking open an eye to look down at him just to see his flushed face, dark eyes watching you through his flat bangs, and that was all you needed to tip you over the edge. 

Your back fell onto the bed in an arch, your leg shaking violently as a ragged choked sound pushed its way out from your throat, your hips moving up into his mouth as you gushed around his fingers. Shoyo groaned, quickly tugging his fingers out and wrapping that hand around his shaft, squeezing himself at the base to keep from coming as he pushed his tongue inside you to feel your pulse around it, groaning as he drank your nectar from the source. 

You whimpered, pushing his head away weakly when his tongue started pushing you into overstimulation, he grunted and pulled back. You laid flat on the bed, panting and somewhat boneless, trembling, a numb pleasure coursing through your legs and your body. Shoyo looked up at you, his mouth covered in your juices. He licked his lips and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning up at you.“You taste as good as I thought you would!” You couldn’t help the way your heart swelled for the sweet man and you shifted up after scooting back, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.

“W-wanna..” You gulped, willing air back into your lungs. “Wanna make you feel good too Sho..” You said, reaching for him but Shoyo shook his head as he stood up, crawling over you with a sheepish grin. 

“I-i’d like that but- this time I just- I really wanna be in you. Wanna show you how much I love you.” He said, eyebrows furrowed and eyes sincere. Your eyes flickered between both of his before you nodded your head and then watched him shove his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. Your eyes widened briefly at the size of him. He was as big as you thought he would be. He was a bit thicker than average, and half-inch longer than average. His dick was pretty, trimmed orange curls at the base, tip flushed a pretty pink, almost coral colored and covered by his foreskin, leaking precum. On the underside he had two freckles on each side, almost like snake bites. 

You wrapped your arm around his neck and tugged him down into another kiss, and he kissed you back just as eager. Your hand slid down his chest and then wrapped around his shaft and his entire body shuddered at the action. He huffed against your lips as you pumped him, his hips jerking forward to chase your touch, his dick jumping as precum shot out over your hand. He whined into your kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth as you spread his pre over his length. He pulled back and shuddered.

“I-i- I have a condom in my wallet I can—” He said, moving to turn but you kept your grip on his neck and shook your head, biting your lip. “It’s okay Sho, you know I’m on the pill.” 

Shoyo whined at your words, shaking his head before he nodded and grabbed you by the softness of your waist to shift you up the mattress so your head rested against the pillows. You spread your legs and he settled himself between them and then smiled at you. “I love you, you know. I’m glad I get to do this with you.” Your heart stopped for a moment, eyes wide as you gazed at him before a soft smile broke across your face. Saying such sweet things at a time like this. 

You nodded, cupping his cheeks. “I love you too, Sho. And I feel the same..I wanna feel you in me, make me yours, ‘kay?” He licked his lips and nodded. 

“I’m gonna make love to you, show you how much you mean to me.” He shifted onto his knees so he could grip his shaft and gently run the tip between your lower lips, coating himself in your wetness. You moaned, stomach sucking in and hole clenching in anticipation. His tip gently nudged your clit and you whined, rolling your hips in a circle up against him before he shuddered and pushed himself down to instead angle his tip at your entrance. He pushed gently at first, nudging against you until his head popped in and he moaned, head tilted back towards the ceiling. 

“S-shit..” he huffed, neck straining before he dropped his head forward, shaking it gently. The feeling of his thick head pushing in was enough to tell you he’d stretch you a little, but you couldn’t wait to feel him. You shifted slightly and reached behind him to grab his ass cheeks and Shoyo squeaked, his body surging forward in response, and in the process, sheathing the entirety of his length within you. He let out a loud whine, his back arching as he flopped forward to lay on top of you. He tilted his head, nosing your temple. “Y-ya can’t just do that..! mm..’feel so good..” He babbled, his dick twitching hard within you, your walls squeezing and pulsing around him felt like heaven and he realized he’d rather be nowhere else but in your arms and balls deep in you. 

You were shivering slightly from the stretch of him, but refused to let him move. Instead you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him against you as you took deep breaths into his ear. “So big Sho..fill me so good..” You cooed, he felt perfect inside of you, the way he pulsed and his thickness grinded against your walls with each jump his dick made. 

Shoyo whined at your words, biting his lip before he planted his forearms into the mattress to shift his weight a little. He pressed his forehead against yours and breathed heavily. “Ha…W-won’t last long…” His eyebrows furrowed and strained as he willed himself to calm down. He wanted to make you cum again, wanted to show you how good he could make you feel. 

You slid one arm down his back, nails scratching against his skin and causing his back to arch, him to moan, and his hips to press into your own. His eyes rolled back for a moment before he fluttered them closed and took a deep gulping breath.

“You can cum when you want Sho..” You cooed, breath fanning over his ear and he let out the sweetest little whimper, nodding his head.

“Y-yeah but- wanna make you cum too..” He grumbled. “J-just hold still for a moment..” You nipped his ear lobe just to watch him shiver and nodded, taking a second to just stroke his back and feel the way he breathed against you, pulsed within you, how full he made you feel. You flexed your pelvis muscles once, unable to help it. He felt so good and you felt so good and he grunted, nipping your neck and causing you to yelp slightly. He huffed a laugh, and you pouted. Another moment passed and he’d calmed down. He shifted and slid his arms beneath your armpits, turned them upside down to grip onto your shoulders and then began to roll his hips into your own while his lips attached to the spot beneath your ear again.

You moaned, fingers digging into his mid-back as his hips rolled into yours. He huffed, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “Gonna show you how much..” He withdrew his hips, his shaft slick with your wetness, pulling from your walls and leaving you partially empty before he pushed his hips forward to fill you again, the ridges of him massaging your walls on each thrust. “I love you..” He huffed, grinding himself against your walls as you whimpered into his ear, squeezing him tighter and shifting your hips so the head of him grazed your sweet spot. “Right there..” You breathed.

Sho started at a gentle pace, hips pulling from you and then drawing back forward, then he circled his hips to grind his shaft against your sweet spot. Over his shoulder you watched the way his hips undulated on each drag and push forward, the way the muscles in his ass and hips flexed as he moved against you. Your orgasm builds slower, less sudden than the first one. He focused on the force behind each thrust, on the slow grind, on making sure you remembered every brush of your fingers, every brush of his lips on your forehead, every night spent curled together on the floor of your patio in Brazil. 

He wanted you to feel each and every time his eyes warmed at the sight of you, every shuddered breath and pulse jump, every time his heart felt like it’d combust with love, wanted you to remember each sunshine smile, each early sunrise watching his chest rise and fall—wanted you to hope for the future, to waking up with his head on your chest, to date nights and anniversaries, to fingers gliding down the softness of your stomach, over your pubic mound, to slip between your thighs and grind against the hood of your clit— to blur the past, present, the future, to make it hard to distinguish reality from fantasy, your lips parting in a voiceless moan with every thrust, the build of your orgasm, the increase in the speed of his hips and every hoping future-morning of your legs tangled together in bed, of his lips pickering kisses over your face, of his fingers between your thighs, of his whispered praises “That’s it… So tight for me..” “You feel so good..” “So warm, so w-wet for me..Gonna make you mine..” “Mine..” “Haa..,” to the darkness of his eyes, pupils blown with lust and a thousand golden-hours, all to watch you come undone as his fingers swirled a heart on your clit. 

Your orgasm hit suddenly, and instead of a crashing of waves it was a rush of a tide, your back arching into his, the drawn out moan that escaped your lips as your nails dug into his skin enough to leave scratch lines, your vision blurred melding the ceiling into swirls of night, your ears ringing only to tune back into to the sound of Shoyo’s whimpered cry into your neck, his palm sliding down to lift your thigh just a bit higher as he pressed his mouth to your own in a messy melding smack of lips, his entire body shuddering hard with his own orgasm that hit just a moment before your own. His hips  moved sloppier into you as he rode out his high, filling you with the warmth of his seed, mouthing “Yours” against your lips before his forehead pressed into the pillow beside your own.

For a moment, the two of you basked in the afterglow of your orgasms, and after you were both able to catch your breath, Shoyo shifted on shaky arms to look at you, his face and neck flushed, lips swollen and red from your kisses. His eyes widened, however, eyebrows furrowing. 

“H-hey, are you okay?” His voice came out hoarse, cracked, and worried as he looked at you. Your eyes were blurry from your orgasm still, ears and head buzzing with a comfortable pleasure, love and warmth. Your gaze finally came back into focus to see Shoyo’s worried face above you. 

“Huh..? Yeah..?” You breathed, and Shoyo frowned as he reached up to wipe a tear that had slid down your cheek into your hairline. You blinked, you hadn’t even realized you’d been crying. You laughed a little and Shoyo’s frown worsened. 

“D-did I hurt you?” He asked, voice laced with concern, and you shook your head, the giggles still bubbling in your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and tugged him back on top of you. “Never better, dummy..I love you so much.” You whispered, burying your face into his neck. Shoyo was hesitant for only a moment before he wrapped his arms back around you tight and nuzzled you. “Love you too.” 

You turned your head to nuzzle your noses together, and Shoyo giggled this time with a smile. “I only cried cause..” You took a breath, voice cracking and Shoyo blinked, remembering what he’d read about aftercare and lifted off of you to grab the water bottle by your bed. He slid his hand under the back of your head and helped lift your head to help you drink down a few gulps. Once you were done he drowned the rest of the bottle for himself as you spoke again. “C-cause you really fucked the love into me, had me seeing stars baby.” 

Shoyo choked on the swallow and sat back on his legs, his face red as he coughed and patted his chest from the water. You laughed, shifting to sit up and grab a tissue from your dresser. You helped him wipe the water off despite him whining at you that he could do it, and you smiled. “Didn’t mean to make you choke like that.” You laughed, and Shoyo pouted, cheeks still warm as you hugged his arm. He took one of your hands and kissed it. 

“I-i think you did it on purpose.” He huffed, but couldn’t stop from smiling at the love-drunk look in your eyes, and after a moment, his smile evened out just slightly as his eyes lowered. “I meant it- you know.” You hmm’d, letting him know you were listening. He continued. “I..I don’t care about the distance. I wanna be with you, for as long as you’ll have me.” 

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his arm. “I know. I meant it too. You’re mine, you know that? And I’m yours.” You tilted his chin down towards you to press another gentle kiss to his lips. “Always.” He returned the kiss, index finger curling under your chin while his thumb rested beneath your lips. You grinned into the kiss. “...Let's take a bath.” You laughed, “I’m sweaty and full.” 

You poked fun, and Shoyo’s cheeks burned as he hunched his shoulders and rubbed his head sheepishly. “Sorry! You felt so good and I hadn’t..in a while so..” He huffed, leaning forward to shyly bury his face into your neck. You laughed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, rubbing his back to calm him down before you grabbed his hand to lead him to the bathroom. 

After kisses in the tub, the both of you letting your muscles relax in the water, and then you fervently sucking matching dark marks into the skin of his neck, the two of you took an actual shower to get clean. Once out, Shoyo changed your bedsheets while you wrapped your hair up for the night and the two of you crawled into the bed, him immediately curling behind you, intertwining his legs with yours as you settled in with him, laying your arm over his own.

The next morning the two of you ordered breakfast and lazed around in your apartment, brushing your teeth together again in the bathroom mirror, laughing as you flicked a grape at his forehead, whining as he tried to hold your hand when his was sticky with syrup, you screeching at him about how filthy that was, and he only cheekily replied that you’d said you liked when he made you dirty, which resulted in you slapping at his arms while he laughed and cried uncle. 

After breakfast, the two of you lounged on the couch. He laid on your chest, resting between your legs, your fingers running through his hair as you two watched a rerun of some old show. Shoyo turned his head up to admire you, cinnamon eyes swirling with admiration as he stared. You felt his gaze and tilted your head down to look at him. He smiled. "You're super pretty, ya know?" 

Your cheeks warmed and you rolled your eyes playfully, playfully smacking his forehead before trailing your hand back to fluff and comb through his hair again. Your nails gently scratched against his scalp and he shivered against you, cooing into your chest as his body sunk deeper into yours, his eyes sliding shut.

You continued for a moment, relaxing into the familiarity of his warmth, the way his chest rose and fell, the natural warmth of his skin, the softness of his hair. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly in thought. You didn't want to be apart from him again, not knowing when you'd get to hold each other again. And..while you enjoyed your job, you weren’t tied down to it. Your heartbeat sped up a little, anxiety fluttering in your chest. Shoyo’s ears wiggled and he looked up at you when you called his name. "What’s wrong?"

".. I want to move to Japan to be with you." You stated firmly. Shoyo blinked at you in surprise and you chewed your lip before continuing. "Granny always tells me to follow my heart, you know? And my hearts with you, so.." a moment passed, "A-and Granny's doing well. My cousins watch her too, and I could always come back to visit." You added after seeing the furrow in Shoyo’s eyebrow.

His bottom lip quivered and his eyebrows drew in as he shifted to prop himself up. ".. really? Are you sure? I don't.. I dont want you to leave everything.." He gestured around and you shook your head, cupping his cheeks. "I know what I want, Sho. And I want to be with you, wherever that is." 

Shoyo’s heart swelled, and he cupped your hand to his cheek, turning his head to kiss your palm. "W-we can sponsor you. You can work with my team, we need a new PR manager anyway and, I make enough—you can live with me. I can take good care of you." He nodded firmly, anxiety, excitement, fear, joy, all swirled within his chest. His eyes started to water as he clutched your hand. 

"And if you work with us you can travel when we do too." He reaffirmed, and you shifted to sit back against the arm of the couch as you took Shoyo’s other hand. "I'd like that but— you have to ask your manager first." You laughed. "You can't just randomly bring me in. There'd have to be an interview and I'd need a work visa and—" 

Shoyo nodded his head, eyes steeling over with determination as he clutched both your hands and tugged them to his chest, against his heavily beating heart. He leaned towards you on his knees as he bobbed his head quickly. "I know! I know! I'll help. I can help, and I can get my team to help too. We can get you a Humanities Specialist Visa." He said firmly. "We have to get back next week because we have a game back home but—I promise! I promise I'll do everything to help you come be with me, and you will! And if not I can figure something else out—I can get a team to sponsor me over here and..”

Your bottom lip quivered at his words and as he rambled on about all he’d do for you, even willing to join a team on the other side of the continent to be with you. Your eyes stung as you sniffled, tugged one of your arms away to rub the tears from your eyes as you nodded. “O-okay. Okay.” You agreed, nodding your head and Shoyo smiled, leanin pressing his forehead against yours and puffing his chest out a bit.

"I-im not letting you go this time, okay? Promise." You nodded, lacing one of your hands with his. 

"Yeah.. me too." You gave him a small smile before he cupped your cheek, wiped an escaping tear, then cupped the back of your neck and leaned forward to kiss you sweetly, steadily. At first it was gentle and warm, then deeper, sudden, tethering on desperate. Lips molding, hands clutching his shirt to tug him closer, to feel the warmth of his presence, the stutter of his heart. His arms caging you tight to his chest, holding firm and sure. Just as the day he'd first offered you his hand, just as warm and all consuming as the sun. Just him, and you, and home.

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Translations:

Sim sim! Bem, pão pão queijo queijo. = Yes, Yes. Well bread bread cheese cheese. The expression translates to "It is what it is" in English.

Obrigado  = Thank you

Desculpa = I’m sorry

você está bem = Are you okay?

puta = bitch

Tagging: @ambrodias (hello! :])

[teddieh]

It’s 3 in the Mornin’ and I’m Tryn’a Change ya Mind

Summary: Yeah so I listened to the full version of “why’d you only call me when you’re high” by Artic Monkeys. The slowed and reverb version? Couldn’t get this idea out of my head so... I’m not sorry. Pure Smut, no real plot. 

Rating: E - NSFW - Dom!Fem! AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 5,530

I couldn’t quite pick a character when writing so, its your fave! But the people I had in mind are listed below. As always, all characters are 18+: 

IC: Eren (Aot), Itadori, Megumi, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Natsuo (BNHA), Kuroo, Daichi, Ukai, Tanaka, Suga, Atsumu, Oikawa, Tengen (KNY), Mista (Jojo), Nero (DMC), Noctis (FFXV), Axel (KH), Trevor Belmont (Castlevania), Alucard (Castlevania), Trunks, Anakin Skywalker (Clone Wars show), Dean (Supernatural), Eddie Brock, Jason Todd,

Honorable Mentions (Almost but not quite IC): Rengoku, Tanjiro, Gojo, Inumaki, Iwaizumi Hajime, Tendou Satoru, Hinata Shoyo

The lights of the room flicker a hazy golden, his skin glowing under the light, shadows dipping over the muscles of his chest and abdomen as he breathes, chest rising like quiet mountains, falling in shuddered breaths as his eyes map along the curves of your body. 

The shadows dance across the silken red stockings covering your thighs, leading up to the rose lace trip hugging the curves of your hips. Connected to the hem are straps attached to the bottom of your panty garters, the bottom half hiding the warmth of your sex. 

The softness of your laugh graces his ears as you watch him stare. “See somethin’ you like, hm?” You coo, carmine colored lips curving into a smile as he licks his own. The heat his body radiates only intensifies as he shifts beneath you. You’re almost straddling his chest, just barely allowing your thighs to graze his sides, knees digging into the plush of the mattress beneath the two of you. 

You drag your hands up from the straps to the high waist of the panties, the daisy designed lace hugging your curves. Fitting, you think, for daisies to be part of this piece. His hooded eyes flicker back down to follow your hands as you slide them over your covered stomach to the bottom of your push-up bra’s cups. You trace the lace of them, and he watches, his chest caving slightly as he holds his breath. 

One of your hands rests flat on the bed as you lean closer to his face, the other continuing upward. You tilt your head at him, allowing your fingers to grace the lace on the outside of the cup, traveling up the v-neck, trailing over the curve of your breasts, then over the elastic bands curving over the plumpness of them that leads up and over your shoulders. His eyes follow every movement of your white, almond french tip nails as they trace up the curve of your neck. A long finger parts the softness of your lips. You speak again, eyes lowering as you trace the angles of his face. You move your hand from your own face and curl your hand under his jaw, tilting his head to look straight in your eyes, caressing his bottom lip with your thumb, gently pressing on it with your nail. “I asked you a question, lover boy.”  

The breath he’d been holding releases, his chest shaking slightly as his glossy, dark blown eyes finally focus on your face again. “...You’re ethereal.” he huffs, cheeks warming beneath your touch. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in your chest, a soft intake of breath as your eyes roll. He watches the soft flare of your nose, the dip of your neck, down into your cleavage where the cups cover you from his view. His eyebrows furrow just slightly before you give a gentle tut and his eyes immediately flick back to your face, wider and at attention. 

“You’re cute, especially like this, you know?” You lean closer, so close he can smell the orange, jasmine, and the rose of your Chanel Coco Mademoiselle. His tongue flicks over his lip, brushing against your thumb as you lean down to gently nudge your nose against his own. You slide your hand down from his lips, tracing down his jaw to wrap around the expanse of his neck. You don’t squeeze, simply hold with a light pressure and you feel him swallow beneath you, his adam’s apple bobbing as his breath fans over your lips. 

You eye him for a moment, leaning so close your lips almost brush and his eyes flutter close in anticipation of your plush lips against his. You don’t give him the satisfaction as you lean up and back, sitting on your knees above him instead of hovering and pulling away all the warmth you’d given him. 

He whines immediately, eyes fluttering open as he chases the warmth of your body. His shoulders and biceps flex as he leans up to chase you, but the hemp rope, tied in a double column tie, holds both his wrists back and is pulled up to the headboard. It only lets him bend slightly up at the waist, chest rising off the mattress before he huffs in frustration and flops back down, his body rustling the plum and magenta sheets. He’s careful not to tug too hard, knowing if he truly tried he’d be able to break the restraints, or slip free from them. He breathes hesitantly, a shuddering breath that skips a few beats before he gazes at you again, eyes hooded once more and thighs flexing beneath you.

“You’re so good to me, sweetheart.” You purr, sitting back on your knees and resting on his thighs, avoiding the warmth straining his boxer-briefs taut against his hips, and the obvious girth of him within. You reach up, gently dragging your nails down his chest, not enough to scratch but applying enough pressure that he feels the tips against his skin. He groans, head tilting back into the pillows beneath his head as your nails drag over his pecs, down the curves and dips of his abdominal muscles, stomach sucking in as your fingertips graze past his belly button and inch closer, closer to his pelvis, his dick jumps, pulsing as a wet spot stains the tip. His breathing hitches, “God--”

You giggle and reward him with the flat, warm press of your palms against his sides, dragging them up the length of his body, up his muscles, over his pecks, over his shoulders, applying pressure as you go. “It’s just me here, baby. But I’m flattered.” You suck your bottom lip in behind your teeth to hold in the excitement cursing through you. He looks so good like this, underneath you, at your will and whim. It’s one of the few times when you’re completely in control, and you get to coax the reactions out of him instead of the other way around. You figure you’ve teased him quite a bit, and you could reward him just a bit more.

He tilts his head to look down at you again as you lean forward and crawl closer, pressing your body down against his. He shudders, pressing back up into you and relishing in the bit of skin to skin contact that he can get around your lingerie. You reach your right hand up, stroking your fingers through his hair and giving it a gentle tug. The groan he releases vibrates so deep within his chest that you feel it. “I think you deserve a kiss, hm?” 

“God yes--” 

You brush your lips against his, and briefly note the flex in his bicep beneath your arm as your left hand traces down his chest and over his left nipple. His breath hitches only for a moment before you tilt your head and slot your lips against his. The moan he lets out is swallowed up in the glide of your lips, the warmth of the room, your breaths, the drumming of your hearts. 

The kiss starts slow, sensual, lips locking, softly releasing with gentle pecks before his hips shift, pressing closer to you then spreading outwards so you can slot your leg between his own. You do, pressing the softness of your thigh against the bulge running up and along his waist. You gently grind your thigh against him and he breaks the kiss only for a moment for his breath to hitch. His fingers flex, wrists turning slightly within the rope before he leans forward and captures your lips in a kiss again, more urgent, more passionate. His lips dominate yours as he presses his own thigh up between your legs and you moan into the kiss as he flexes it, your clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat, walls clenching around nothing as the cotton inside presses up against your lips. You press yourself further into his thigh and roll your hips forward, and he takes the moment to swipe his tongue along your bottom lip.

It’s easy to see his control gaining and yours waning, and in response you gently tug his nipple between your thumb and forefinger and when he gasps, you slip your own tongue out to grind against his own. He huffs through his nose, the air fluttering your lashes as you smirk against his lips and take the time to taste him and dominate the kiss yourself. The Coffee-tea you’d brought him earlier is still strong enough to leave a light buzz on your tongue. 

When you break away, both your lips swollen from the kiss, you trail your lips down the curve of his jaw, feel the shiver that wracks through his body as your lips trail further downward. “W-why do I feel like this is payback from the hickey last week?” he chuckles breathlessly, cut off into a sharp inhale as you nip his jugular gently, then soothe it with the soft pass of your tongue. “You know..I forgot about that until you mentioned it. Maybe you do deserve punishment.” 

He snorts at that but lets out a grunt as your lips attach to his neck, right below his ear, and you attach your lips to the spot, sucking softly first, then harder, gliding your tongue around it as he groans, hips twitching upward and thighs shifting further. You press your hips into his to pin him to the bed, using your hands to pin him as well, and then ghost your lips down his neck, stopping at the junction of his shoulder to suck a dark colored mark into the skin. You switch your attention to the same spot on the other side of his neck, and he turns his head away from you to give you more access.

Once you’re satisfied, you press kisses down the center of his chest and then grin up at him cheekily, shifting your own body down to lay half on him and half on the bed. He raises an eyebrow at your antics as you smile at him, right hand coming up to trace circles on his chest. “..What’s that look for?” 

“I’ve just wondered if you’re sensitive here.” 

“Where?”

Instead of replying you swipe your tongue over the soft perk of his nipple and his entire body shivers once, thighs tensing inward. “Here.”

“H-hey-!” 

“Hey.” You smirk, finger tips gliding down his body to tease at the happy tail leading into his dark underwear. His stomach sucks in, dick twitching as your nails dip beneath the fabric and trace circles on his pelvis, against the neatly trimmed curls above his dick. Your lips blow gently on his nipple, the cool air after the wetness perking it up as you latch your lips and give a gentle suck, tongue swirling around the tip and his areola before you switch and give the same attention to his other nipple. He doesn’t moan, but his heavy breathing and the soft jerks upward of his hips, rolling beneath your touch as you press your palm near the base of him is enough to tell you he’s enjoying it. 

“S-shit” His breath hitches when you gently press your teeth around the perk of his nipple, you soothe it with a gentle swirl of your tongue, a kiss, and then begin trailing your lips down his abdomen, tongue dipping into the curves as you crawl down the length of his body. You shift again, sliding his legs further apart as you settle between his legs and tap his hips to get him to raise his knees. “Let's get on to the main show, hm?” 

He bites his lip instead of replying, eyes watching you carefully. He’s sure if he says what he’s thinking (You’re just going to tease me more when they come off..) that it would not give him the results that he so hopes for. In fact, he’s almost sure you’ll only tease him worse after, so instead he resigns himself to lifting his hips when you grip his waistband and begin to tug down, shivering at the scratch of your nails down his hips and thighs as you slide them down. His dick  jumps straight up, girthy, giving a slight twitch, with precum beading at the tip. You smile at him, sitting up and swirling his underwear through the leg-hole and waistband on your index finger. “You know, with as many times as you’ve kept mine,” you coo, leaning forward and lowering your voice just a bit, “maybe I should keep a pair of yours too?” The teasing lit to your tone isn’t lost on him as he rolls his eyes and shifts his hips. When he turns to you again, he’s almost pouting with the flush to his face. You laugh and toss the underwear, raking your nails up and down his left thigh to feel the muscles tense and jump.

“Okay okay, maybe next time.” 

“It’s not like you don’t already take most of my clothes, a pair of your panties doesn’t hurt, does it?” He’s breathing heavier, and his face falls slightly as he sees the grin spreading across your face. He realizes he’s said that out loud. You tutt at him, shaking your head. “And here I thought you were doing so good…” Your fingernails dig into his thighs hard enough to leave indents, but not break skin. His hisses softly and bucks his hips up, 

“Okay okay, I’m sorry. Just-- touch me?” He asks, though from the soft shake of your head as you lower yourself back down onto your stomach, (his eyes following the curve and arch of your back, the jutt of your butt waving in the air), he knows you won’t do it without him begging. 

Your lips hover over the tip of his shaft, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him like a furnace. He’s so hard, and seeing you in front of him like this causes his dick to twitch. You blow on it gently and his knees twitch in. “Good boys beg.” You say, eyes flicking up to him as you lay your arm over his left thigh, leaning on it and letting your fingernails trail the length of his shaft. His whine goes straight to your pussy, and the heat and wetness of it, the way the crotch sticks to you with your arousal is becoming much too warm. But you have to bear it, just to hear him beg, to see the way he shakes and trembles when he’s close. 

You wrap the warmth of your hand around the girth of him and he lets out a sigh, hips trying to buck into your hand and you push him down with the arm you’re leaning on. “Ah ah…Be good now.” 

He huffs, flexing his muscles as he tries to relax himself. 

The warmth of him pulses in your palm, your thumb tracing up the vein and curve of him, watching the way his eyebrows furrow in and he bites his lip. You twist your wrist gently as you give him another stroke, tightening your grip just a bit to watch his hips pull in. You giggle, pressing a wet kiss to his inner thigh, so close to his balls that they jump. You move closer, tapping your thumb pad over his wet tip and watching his hips buck as the precum sticks to you. "Feel good?"

He hums, nodding and flexing his hips as your lips trail over his balls, a gentle kiss, and then a soft suckle on the taut skin there, a bead of precum leaks down his shaft at that, and when he looks down at you to see your soft eyelashes fluttering, the pupil blown, soft eyed look on your face and it has him clenching his fists in his restraints. "S-shit.."

Your tongue grinds firmly against his sack, hand continuing its stroke, using his precum as lubrication. You huff through your nose, sliding your palm up to the head of his dick and pressing kisses up the length of him. You slide your tongue out, gliding it along his length and press a kiss to the tip, licking your lips of the slightly salty substance. “Words, baby. Feel good?” You ask, blowing gently over the tip as you shift, free hand coming up to cup his sack and gently massage his balls. 

He tilts his head back into the pillows again, and you watch his tongue lather over his lips, the redness of his bottom one from worrying iit between his teeth. “Y-yeah..s’good.” You’re smiling at how easy it’s been to work him up. You glide your right hand back down to his base and glide your tongue over his slit and he hisses and bucks his hips again, the tip kissing your lips. You coo, mouthing gently against him, “If you want me to suck, you beg.” 

You give him a steely gaze, despite the blow of your pupils, the plumpness of your lips, the flush and heat of your own face, the dampness of your panties, the perk of your nipples grazing your bra. You need him to know who’s in control, and as he looks down into your eyes, his own face flushed, panting slightly with the soft part of his lips. He swallows, and your eyes follow the movement of his Adam's apple before your gaze flicks back to his face. You smile against him, low and curled. He shakes his head, knowing it’s easier to give in now than to have you keep teasing.

You’ve been doing it all day, trying to convince him that he should let you take the reins this time, even after teasing him throughout the day. Your fresh set of nails stroking and gently grazing against the hair on the nape of his neck. Your lingering curved touches, the embraces from behind, the trailing of your palms over his chest, using him to put your heels on with your cleavage exposing the top of the lacy bra you’d worn earlier beneath your dress shirt before your night out. The delicate hand rested on his upper thigh as you’d laughed with your mutual friends at the bar earlier that night. The soft pecks, hushed promises for more and yet tugging away. Then the way you’d completely ignored his own advancement of your teasing when you’d gotten home, stating you’d only participate if you were in control, and only at the deepest hour of the night, bordering close to morning.

He knows he can’t keep this teasing much longer, and he knows that once your little game is done, he can repay the favor tenfold. The thought creates a heated tightness in his chest. He knows he can make you beg and shake and squirt after. A promise. He nods his head. “Please..” He says, voice cracking at the beginning with the lack of use. You can’t help the brighter smile pushing into your cheeks and the way he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, then tries it again, firmer this time. “Please? There’s nothing like your pretty lips around me.”

The confidence, the promise in his words makes your walls clench, desperate for release and you know you can’t deny him when he speaks like this so you give in, opening your mouth, relaxing your jaw, and sliding your mouth down the length of him. The long drawn out groan, the way his toes curl just a little, the sound of the ropes shifting, the way his balls draw up for a moment in your other palm all only encourages the throbbing of your clit. You decide it’s not worth playing with him too long, you’re starting to get desperate to feel him too. 

You sink your mouth down around him, hot, wet, warm. Your tongue glides down the length, and you relax your throat to take him further in. He’s hot and heavy on your tongue, dick twitching once as more pre pushes its way out of his tip. He’s been good enough so you move your hand away from his shaft and press it flat on his stomach and give a very gentle squeeze to his balls, moving your head further down his shaft until his head touches the back of your throat. You breathe through your nose, eyes watering at the thickness and length of him, keeping yourself still to keep calm, and press down until your lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft. He twitches down your throat and as you blink up at him, eyes bleary, you can see the way his muscles strain with the rope as he hisses through his teeth. His eyebrows pinch in, eyes closed tight. “Fuuck…’S’so good to me..shit..” 

The praise lights in your belly, and you drag yourself back up the length of him, coating him in your saliva and swirling your tongue around the tip as you suck. His hips buck and you press down on his pelvis to keep him still. You glide your tongue along his frenulum and his thighs shift up once and he grunts. “Shit!” and you’re pleased. He can feel the curl of a smile on your lips as you sink your head back down his length, thumb gently grinding over his sack.

He’s shaking slightly, thighs becoming tense beneath you. “I-if you keep that up I’ll cum..” he grunts, especially as your tongue grinds circles on the head of his shaft on each upward stroke. When you take him in the last time to the hilt, lips around his base, you huff once, twice, through your nose and then you hum. The vibration comes from deep within your throat and he throws his head back, and for a moment, his strength kicks in as he groans and his hips press upward into your mouth. You hold him there, feeling the way he pulses and his legs start to shiver and then you pull up and off of him with a wet pop. His dick twitches twice in the cooler air.

His eyes slide open, glossy with pleasure as he watches you wipe the tears from your eyes and crawl as you sit back on your ass, fingers popping the straps from your panties and your thigh highs. You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and he watches the jiggle of your ass and thighs burningly as you tug it down and lift your hips. He gets the perfect view of your wet labia, slick sliding down from your hole, the way your body shakes as you tug the panties off and fling them in the same direction as his boxers. He smiles, licks his lips, and even struggling can’t stop himself from asking “You’re so eager for me?” but it comes out so breathless that it doesn’t even sound like much of a threat.

“If I’d have continued you’d have cum, and I’m sure you want to feel me just as much as I want you in me.” Your words are less silk, more satin and full as you straddle his hips, reaching between your legs and grasping his length. He jerks in your grip and he groans. “Y-yeah..Can’t wait to feel you..” 

His submission falls forth so easily that it makes you give a huff of a giggle before you drag the head of him between your lower lips, collecting your own arousal on him, knowing it’s always a bit of a stretch without his fingers or tongue on you first. You shift downward to grind yourself along the length of him, and the both of you moan as his head bumps and nudges against your clit. You roll your hips, the friction sparking up your body as your thighs twitch inward each time. “Fuck princess, don’t tease us both..” he groans, eyes glued to where you’re lining the two of you up. 

You shift slightly so the head of him catches on your entrance, and you shudder, palms coming up to rest on his chest as you push yourself down. The stretch is there, but so is the pleasure and the pressure of his hot length finally stroking the fire you’ve burned within. You’re moaning, walls squeezing tight around his shaft and he’s biting his lip hard to keep his hips from thrusting all the way in. “S’so tight..shit…” 

You shift your hips once and then take a breath before sinking yourself the rest of the way down onto him, your hips flush with his and you’re moaning at the fullness, the sound caught up in your throat and your walls flutter around him, tightening and squeezing and refusing to let him go. One of his eyes is screwed shut and the other is hazily staring at where the two of you are connected. “F-Feels like home every time..” 

You’d laugh at his cheesiness if it didn’t feel just as good for you, the thickness of him filling you so good, the heat and weight of him, how deep he felt in this position. You roll your hips gently, shuddering at the way his tip grinds against your walls and they clench him in response. He hisses softly, biting his lip. “R-relax sweetheart..I’ll cum just from that at this rate..” 

The whine that flows from you makes his eyes snap up at you, the way your eyes are hazy as you grind against him, and for a moment he really thinks you might lose control and he’ll get to take over. But you tilt your head down towards your chest, take a shuddering breath, and relax yourself enough that you can move again and then raise your hips an inch. When they fall back down onto his, both from your own movement and gravity, the both of you moan, heads tossed back in pleasure. “Fillin’ me s’so good…” Your voice is heavier, breathier, and his eyes flutter open to watch your expressions. “Y-yeah..? Good for you, right?” He huffs, licking his lip and poking both for the praise and for more.

“Mhmm..so good f-fah!” Your sentence is interrupted by the buck of his hips, the length of him grinding up into you and your head falls back on your shoulders. You huff, he’s playing dirty so you rake your nails down his chest. He groans, hips retracting slightly as his dick twitches and you lift yourself up to drop back down on him, then grind your hips forward once, twice, and then lift again. 

A slow but deep rhythm begins as his hips pull back into the sheets and the both of you meet in the middle, the bed frame creaking slightly with the movement. The heat of his eyes trailing flames up the length of your stocking clad thighs, where he stuffs you, and up the smooth softness of your belly and hips, up your waist, your covered breasts, the old bruises of the hickies he’d left on your neck, and then the way your lips part in a whine as you angle yourself to make him brush your g-spot. Your pussy flutters around him at his gaze, at him filling you, at the steady increase of your hips. 

You plant your palms against his chest, rising up more than just a few inches, until only a third of him is left and then drop your hips back down and a choked moan forces its way through your lips. Your palms slip to rest instead in the sheets beneath his armpits, palms curling into fists as your pace increases, and the wet smack of your coupling, along with the heavy smacks of your skin meeting grow louder, mingling with the sound of your shared moans.

 The heat between the both of you, the warmth of the room, the candle lights flicker, cause perspiration along your bodies as your hips meet. The heat makes the straps of your bra dig uncomfortably,and as you grind your hips in circles on your next downward stroke, you unclasp your bra and fling it off. The sight of your breasts bouncing free, then the jiggle with the thrusts of both of your hips has him groaning and flexing his muscles against the rope again, pulling the rope tighter before flexing his fingers. “Lean down, wanna feel you against me.” He huffs through his nose, flexing his hips up into yours again and you comply, laying your body down on his, breasts flattening against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the stutter of his heartbeat as your lips connect to his.

He shifts, sliding his thighs up to hook beneath your own, and planting his heels into the mattress to get more stability so he can he ruts his hips up into yours, the smacks of your thighs louder and your body bounces against his, your lips parting to whine into his mouth. He shoves his tongue in, grinding it against your own as he deepens the kiss, the smacks of his hips increase as his balls smack against the underside of your ass. Your shared moans grow louder, the coil in your belly tightens and you reach a hand up to bury it into his hair from the base of his neck, gently tugging it back to hear and feel his groan into your mouth.

“Fuck, gonna cum--” He grunts, his dick twitching within you, and the constant rutting and grinding of his shaft along your walls, the friction of your clit grinding into his pelvis, and the stimulation from the skin-to skin contact drove your own orgasm closer and closer to his own. 

“F’fill me--inside! Make me cum--!” You whine, babbling against his lips as you grind your hips back down into his with each thrust, free hand sliding up the length of his bicep and arm, over the tie, to lace your fingers with one of his hands. He squeezes back as he breaks the kiss to grunt into your ear with every thrust, his eyes squeezing shut, hips driving into your own with a hard plap!plap!plap! as your lips trail down the length of his neck, moaning into it as the hand holding his shoots down in favor of rubbing the hood of your clit in quick circles, your legs beginning to shake, thighs quaking as your whines heighten in pitch--

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!” He huffs, your pussy tightening and fluttering around him as you cry into his neck, the dam in you breaking as your teeth bite into his neck and he lets out a strained groan, his head tilting back, neck straining as he fucks you through your orgasm, your walls squeezing and milking him into his own as he lets out a ragged gasp and his own orgasm breaks. Thick ropes of his cum fill you, your hips continue to move to ride your orgasms, the creamy ring of your cum, along with his own, coats his shaft, your wetness dripping down his balls. 

His thrusts slow to a stop, your heart ringing in your ears as the two of you settle down. You’re breathing heavily, and his chest is heaving before he swallows his spit and rests his temple against your head. Your thighs tremble a little still from your orgasm and his thrusts, and the fuzzy feeling of the high of your orgasm is still buzzing your brain as you nestle your face into his neck. “Mmn..” you grumble, and he brushes his lips over the top of your head as you rest against him. The two of you allow your breaths to calm, bathing in the afterglow. 

When he goes to wrap an arm around you, he’s stopped by the hemp rope and he nuzzles your head. “Babe..the rope..” With heavy arms you reach above you and untie him from it. He rubs his wrists gently, luckily they weren’t chaffed or rubbed too hard, just sore, and then winds them around your body. 

“Thank you..You were so good...” You mutter, pressing your lips to the hickey you’d left earlier. He shudders, fingertips gently gliding over the length of your back. 

He lets out a huff of a laugh, “You were good, princess..” his voice a little hoarse, just as yours is as he tilts your head up with one hand to press a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzle your nose to his cheek. “Can’t believe you kept it up..” He laughs and you hum. “I told you I was gonna change your mind..I can dom..” He smirks, and you can hear the smugness in his voice as he cups the back of your neck and angles you in for a gentle peck of the lips. “I didn’t say you couldn’t..Just said I’d get payback when you were done,”

He cooes, half-hard length pulsing gently in you before he rolls the two of you over and his calloused palms slide up the length of your arms to lace fingers with yours and pin them above your head. “and I hope that you’re ready for your turn.” 

[teddieh]

Going Shopping With the DBZ Boys

Characters included:

Trunks, Future Trunks, Goten, Gohan, Vegeta, and Goku. 

Rating: T (slight mentions of nsfw but nothing explicit)

Reader has fem characteristics! 

Hope you guys enjoy. I’m on a DBZ kick again and missing the boys! (Also is it just me or does anyone else HATE GT Goten’s hair?)

Gohan

Veggies! What can we make with these?

Practical

Easiest to shop with. 

Always reminds you to check the expiration dates on food

Would prefer to let you push the buggy but still consults you on everything first. 

Checks the quality of the ingredients

Asks "Do you really need those?" In a soft smiling voice when you already grabbed one cookie pack and reached for another.

Don't worry you still get to have your snacks. He just wants to make sure ya don't overdo it.

Predicts the cost before you get to the register

Enjoys talking over what meals you guys could make together like a settled married couple. .

Also always carries a shopping list with a pen behind his ear and marks things off as you get them

Probably prefers to get the fruits and veggies at the farmers market but sometimes you do whatcha gotta do. 🤷🏾‍♀️ (he prob still goes anyway)

Speaking of: at the farmers market.

He gets you a cute little Sunhat and thinks you're the most adorable ever.

You prob hold his hand or hug his arm while he has a basket in the other

He's super friendly, polite, and a sweetheart.

He always has long conversations with the shop owners

They prob know him as a regular and by name

He'll walk up to a stall and they'll be like

"Hey Gohan!" And He'll smile and be like

"Good morning Mr. Ishikawa! How's little Timmy?"

And then the stall manager goes into how little timmy is feeling better after that strange bean Gohan gave him to help, that his little tummy stopped hurting and he's walking right again and you're like 

?????? He knows this dude's whole ass family?? 

That's just Gohan for you though. 

Turns out he knows the whole family as his wife comes up and pinches Gohan's cheek.

It's cute, you think, smiling as the woman talks about how helpful Gohan and Goten (when he visits sometimes) are, helping them pack the stall away and having come early the time one of them was sick to help set the stall up.

Gohan is the sweetest and you're reminded of it again at moments like these.

Goten

SNACKS

You lose him in the sports aisle

The type to hop on the buggy and ride it

Also wants to push the buggy

And wants to put you in it and push it

Probably spends a lot of time in the meat aisle wanting to stockpile. But is surprisingly good about detecting when a meat isn't good quality or will go bad soon or something. 

Chatterbox 

"Doesn't that pineapple look like Vegeta?"

"Kami! That melon is as big as Mr. Popo's head!"

"Do ya think if we buy Salmon we can get Gohan to make us somethin'?"

He picks up a battered bag of bread, grinning "Looks like somebody got into'a fist fight! I'd hate to see the other guy!"

Always makes you laugh during your adventures. 

His cute puppy eyes always convince you to get food you don't really need or want but. Is good about making sure you treat yourself to snacks or bath bombs or that pushy or shirt you're eyeing.. 

Honestly not super fond of shopping. He just likes spending time with you

Is the type of boyfriend who always wants to touch you somehow,,

A hand on your waist as you're reaching for something on the top shelf as he grabs it with ease,

An arm around your shoulders as he walks with you

His arms around your waist from behind, head on the crown of yours or your shoulder (it's awkward to walk like this but, he's warm and does make you feel safe from prying eyes) 

Protein protein protein

And beans. Those are the things highest on his list food wise, things that are filling and things semi easy to cook. Gohan had taught him to cook as a kid but he much prefers you cooking for variety, otherwise he eats a lot of the same things. 

If you let him, He'll push the buggy but he wants to do the reaching and heavy carrying for you. He enjoys watching the look of concentration on your face as you go through the list of things you guys need.

Trunks

Bougie

Stuck in technology. 

Only buys high quality things despite seeming the mostly chill type (has high standards because of his mum)

"We can make that at home."

"But if we get the parts for the computer I could build you one!"

Makes you try everything on in the dressing room before you go. (and take pictures in it)

Does not often go to the farmers market but shops only at high quality food stores when he can

Also shops at local owned places if they sell what you guys need and you guys don't need something in bulk

So He'll go to the local butcher for meats, when the farmer comes in once a week to drop their goods (milk, eggs, fruits etc) at the local store he'll buy that stuff from them if he has time

Usually factors grocery shopping into his schedule planning, maybe has about an hour and a half at the end of every week specifically cut out for the shopping since he's usually pretty busy. 

If he goes with you, the two of you alternate between whose leading the cart since you're both usually distracted by different things

The both of you sometimes walk away from the cart too, and you have to tug his sleeve and point back to the buggy and he'll go "oops, my bad. 😅"

Keeps the grocery list on his phone and checks things off as you guys go

Is a bit silly. Cracks jokes and pokes fun at you but always makes sure you guys have everything you came for by the time you leave.

Can get annoyed if you guys take too long. His answers become shorter and more straight to the point. He doesn't mean it to be mean but he gets bored from it quite quickly. Doesn't find grocery shopping that fun, honestly.

It's different in a mall with a variety of other stores and things to do, but even then, shopping isn't Trunks favorite thing to do in the first place.

Vegeta

Are we done yet?? Why did you drag me along? You can shop for your damned self. 

Get the Ham

Says he hates pink but always ends up buying a pink shirt 🤔

Yells at everyone who bumps into the two of you

Why do you need so many soaps? 

You’re going to look like a green rat wearing that

No patience or filter

Annoyed when he watches you try on clothes

But if he sees you in something he likes

He might push you into the dressing room-- 🤭

Doesn't want to be there longer than he has to

But does end up looking at athletic clothes for a bit. 

Your groceries are likely full of protein rich foods etc.

Honestly finds the activity tedious. 

Is only there because you said you'd need his help carrying things (even if you're strong enough to do it yourself, appealing to his ego, batting your eyelashes, might get him to go. If you're actually strong enough to do it yourself he'll stare at you and almost glare "Pick another excuse.")

If you have to pick another excuse honestly just say you want to spend some more time with him, and it's nice to see him in a domestic setting. 

He'll grumble a bit but come along. It's nice to know he's wanted, and he may not say it out loud but he enjoys spending time with you too. 

Pretty quiet actually during your trip. Occasionally throws out something sarcastic or tells you to try something on.

Complains occasionally if he feels you're taking too long and not being productive about it (i.e. comparing two brands of Maple syrup) 

Is a people watcher. Doesn't actually care too much about the shopping and finds himself instead watching people with a stern look on his face. People can sometimes feel his glare and it unnerves them.

Is judgemental as fuck. But mainly does it in his head, or says something to you.

 A child having a tantrum? "Hmph. Trunks would never. A horrid mother can't raise the child correctly." 

A dad ignoring his kid who's wandering off while he's clearly flirting on the phone?  He grabs the child by their waist and snatches the phone from the man and drops the kid in his arms. "Take care of your brat before it dies. Your duty as a father is more important, and if you let this child get crushed because of your insolence, I will exterminate you myself." His hand doesn't break the phone, but he digs his fingers in enough to leave his indents and warp the phone's shape before he pushes it against the man's chest with a pat.

You wouldn't expect Vegeta to intervene, however after two kids of his own and growing and settling more within what it means to live on Earth, he's changed quite a bit. If something annoys him enough he does something about it.

You're impressed, grinning at him with a cooked eyebrow. 

"So..?"

Vegeta scoffs. "Nothing worse than terrible parents. Are you finished with this chore? I am ready to leave." 

You smile at him and give his cheek a kiss. "It was sweet of you. But you can't just grab random people's kids.."

"Someone else would have and it would not have been as kind as I was."

"Vegeta, still!" 

"Next time I shall let the child get crushed by a shelf containing Potato chips. Would that soothe you?"

"Vegeta!"

Future trunks (FT)

Coupons

Deal hunter

Almost never leaves your side.

Runs the buggie 

Swears he remembers everything but carries a lil grocery list

Also pretty quiet during the trip

Enjoys watching you

Grocery shopping is a luxury trip that he hadn't had in years

And so being able to do it with you makes it all the more special

Enjoys the domestically of it

When FT is with someone he sees himself with them for the long haul, so he can't help but feel like you guys are this sweet little married couple. 

Never complains, slightly frugal because of how he grew up but you encourage him to indulge sometimes. It's good for him. 

Shows you how to test if a watermelon is good via knocking

Is good at finding sweet oranges within the piles.

Also prefers to shop locally if possible.

Grocery trips, also about once a week are also spent as time talking and catching up and planning dinners and weekend cooking together.

Enjoys the time before too. When you're going through the fridge and the cabinets and telling him what you're low on and what you need.

"Oyster sauce?"

"Nope! We're out!"

"White rice?"

"Half full, captain!" You grin, saluting him. He shakes his head with a smile.

"How's the fruit, first mate?"

"Well," you bend over, tugging out the container at the bottom of the fridge and gazing through it. "our peaches are sinkin! We're overrun with apples, full up on oranges, strawberries, and we've got a pineapple that's about ready to cut and about'ta pint of blueberries."

"Check, check, got it."

You stand, "Salts on low, could use some more carrots and potatoes. Maybe some white pepper and some more Mirin and Su..ah, and Furikake.."

"Got it." Too busy scribbling things down he didn't notice your approach. "One more thing!" You grin at him and he looks up at you, blinking at your closeness. "Yes?" 

"I'm missing kisses Trunks? How'd we run out of those." You take and shake your head and he cooks and eyebrow. "We never really keep those around anyway thou--"

He's cut off when you cup his cheeks and plant a kiss upon his lips. He's shocked for a moment before he's giving you a gentle kiss back and grinning slightly shyly when you pull away. "Ah.. that sort of kiss. I have plenty of those, you need only ask." He shakes his head. You're laughing and throwing your arms around his neck, sitting yourself in his lap to go over the list. "Let's make some bentos huh? Tonkatsu would be good for it, and those cute little sausages.." 

Ft’s hand is resting on your hip and he's pressing his face into you, nuzzling gently as he nods along, enjoying the comfort of you and how simple life feels for once. 

Goku

ALSO, SNACKS

Hyper kid in a candy store

Gets lost easily because he finds himself staring at things and reading labels and just getting too distracted

Most of the time he's lowkey zoned out. 

Or he's trying to make friends and conversations with like everyone (or they're trying to make friends with him lmao)

Makes kids laugh while their moms are shopping. Its really cute when you hear a baby giggle and turn around to see Goku with his cheeks blown out and his thumbs in his ears.. (maybe got a teeny baby fever after that)

Has kids following him around like a duckling, playing games with them. 

"Hup hup hup!" And there's four kids behind him with Styrofoam swords from the kids section going "hup hup hup!" And they're all excited and Goku puts his hands on his hips and turns back to the little ones. "Good! Good! You're all getting it! You're all gonna be strong just like Uncle Goku right?"

A chorus of happy yelps as Goku throws his hands up and the kids follow suit in excitement. 

As sweet as Goku is, I'd say only take him when you have extra time to kill and you aren't that tired because Goku will wander off, will get caught up talking. You'll be there an extra hour or so than planned.

But he's sweet and goofy and lifting all the heavy things and being a gentleman the best he can the entire time. 

If there's an inside food court inside you can expect him to be by it at some point. 

Is also good at telling if food is bad or not simply by smell. You're sometimes giggling and sometimes embarrassed when he picks up a cut of meat and gives it a big sniff, nostrils wide. But you're thankful when he can tell you if fish sitting on the cooler has been out too long and is no good. 

You probably end up buying a lot of stuff you didn't plan to because of Goku tossing foods into the cart and going "ooh that would be good!"

You have to chastise him to leave the frozen section alone and bribe him with the fact you can cook it better and it'll last longer. 

You show him where non perishables are in case you ever need him to pick something up for you like toiletries or things of that nature.

He's good at memorizing it by step and routine. Walk with him enough to the same places and muscle memory will work for him. 

Bonus: Hanging at Walmart at midnight with Goten and Trunks Would Include:

Lots of laughter

Goten twirling hula hoops around his arms and then it flies off and knocks some shit off the shelves

The three of you hurriedly tried to put everything back. Goten and Trunks shove the shit back up there

You tell them to check the labels, the air pump is over the price tag that says bubble machine. 

You guys buy the bubble machines and a healthy amount of ammo (we save this for later)

Goten picking matching pajamas for the three of you and Trunks picking out coordinated outfits. 

Tossing one of those airy plastic balls around in the kids section, it goes ponk! Everytime it hits the floor. It's also way too light and the boys have heavy hands so. Goten smacks it down once and it bursts.

You freak out a bit and trunks says to just shove it under the other balls because nobody would notice. 

You and goten are both gaping because 1. He can afford to pay for it (and so can the two of you).  2. Really!? With his status and he wanna act bad!?

Y'all walking through the toy aisles and you reminiscing about the toys that remind you of your childhood.

The boys talking about theirs and their Pokémon collections (cause yall know they had em)

Yall playing hot potato with the mini Wobbuffet plushie (sorry lil buddy you got served hot and ready like a lil Caesars pizza 😔)

Okayokay outta the toys section. Yall make ya way to the tech and games section and Trunks eyes light up a lil bit. You call him a nerd. Trunks takes it fucking proudly.

"Yeah and I wouldn't be able to fix your overheating laptop if I wasn't." He flexes his arm to show the muscle and smirks at you. "And I'm a pretty damn strong one too!"

You laugh and Gotens ass has already slithered away to go play around on one of the phones. You and Trunks follow and Trunks ends up telling you both the pros and cons of each company and the products. 

Because you know he likes to talk and you love him, you ask him about the different specs and what they mean in layman's terms and Trunks is more than happy to explain it, how it benefits or harms, and if it's actually any good or not.

You and goten like that one pic of that guy passionately talking and that lil dude laid out on the floor just smiling at him. Yeah. That's yall whenever Trunks gets passionate.

You stand in the middle and hold both their hands and give squeezes, yall be tryna play games and shit but Gotens ass squeezes a lil too hard and has to kiss your hand cause like his daddy, he forgets his strength sometimes. (Like ofc this is dbz. So you strong too but damn you weren’t ready)

Gotens lips are soft when they brush your knuckles and your face warms. You snatch your hand back and flail a little and point to the book section.

Trunks is still holding your other hand though and he raises his eyebrows at Goten who sticks his tongue out at him and follows your lead.

Y'all. Really. Out. Here. Sitting crossed legged in a circle with each of ya knees touching and books spread out. Yall treat the book section like a bookstore but Goten and Trunks are so ripped the employees are too scared to say shit so they let y'all be. (Plus, yall have kindly put the books back on their respective shelves.) 

After yall are bored of that you traverse the clothing section and you pick out matching onesies for the three of you. 

"Okay but like can't we get the Winnie the pooh onesie?"

"Ohh it's kinda cute! I wouldn't mind! Whaddya say Trunks?" Goten slaps a hand on the other man's back and Trunks eye twitches and he feels the material of it.

"I.. guess it wouldn't be too bad but, hm. Winnie the pooh is your choice?"

You pout and slap his arm softly. "Yes! What! You don't like him?"

Trunks grins then pinches and pulls your cheek. "Nah! You're just cute! Aww still liking Winnie?" He teases and you're batting his hand away and pouting

"Fine then none at all!" You huff and puff off and Trunks raises his arms. 

"Aww c'mon! I was just joking!" He calls after you and Goten is shaking his head with his arms crossed.

"That was a bad move bro!"

"Oh shut it Bubbles stan."

Goten gasps. "Hey!!!"

Eventually yall regroup and Trunks is stuffing your arms with a Chameleon Squishmallow and hugging you from behind, tickling you until you finally forgive him. 

Y'all buy a couple snacks and then head outside. You're undoing the bindings on the bubble guns and spending the rest of the night in this mostly empty parking lot shooting each other with bubbles, and using the Styrofoam swords that Goten had picked up and playfully whacking eachother with them. 

Honestly a bunch of young adults just having fun. 

[teddieh]

Snapshots Of Love

Black!Reader x Midoriya Izuku

Ratings: T, sfw with brief mentions of sex.

Summary: Each year Midoriya turns your birthday and its following and preceding days into an event. While you two do things together in the meantime, like eating takeout, baths together, grocery shopping, a movie and making desserts together, these activities are not the specially planned ones he’s created for the two of you. Those are as follow: Wash day, Spa Trip, Picnic at Sunset.

Hii! So this was written as a birthday present to my wonderful friend Elle! Happy belated birthday girl and I hope you enjoy it <3 @voidsorceress​

Word Count: 7,503

Activity #1: Wash Day

He knows how much you fuss over your hair, the long hours with music or a podcast or one of your favorite shows playing as you either take it down, do it up, wrap curls around your fingers or twist or braid. He’s assisted you with wash day before, careful as he helps separate the thick coils of your hair, his scarred fingers helping to use the end of the rat tail to gently part a waypath. He’s helped massage the shampoo into your scalp, help you put the plastic cap on your head in wait for deep conditioning. He’s always helpful, and when he can’t (he’s often fumbled with braiding extensions), he simply watches you in awe. Emerald eyes slightly hooded as he gazes at you with a soft smile curled upon his lips. His eyes watching the flex of your wrists and the semi-concentration on your face. He wants to do this for you, and he’s ready.

How He Prepares:

Midoriya is a lover, and as such, he pours as much of himself into everything that he can, especially learning, and especially learning about you.

He watches several youtube tutorials of Black women showing how to braid hair. 

Talks to your friends, goes to the local African shop and begs for a lesson and they think he’s so cute, all freckled face and determined so they say yes.

So Midoriya stands his ass in a chair with one of the women “Grip it tighta! From the roots! Cross your hans’ like this, okay? Yeah yeah, he’s doing good!” She grins, nudging Midoriya’s shoulder. His cheeks are pink as he interweaves the braid on the kinky haired mannequin head. He’s going to get this right. 

He asks for help from others too. He asks Mina who happily teaches him how to do crochet braids and their benefits, and finds himself more drawn to that style of braiding, something he feels he can do easier and so he focuses on practicing that. 

He hides a mannequin in his office, having planned this months ahead, to which whenever he has a few minutes before a meeting he sits and practices. He wants this to be good for you, wants you to be able to proudly wear the braids.

He also goes shopping beforehand to get all the materials you’ll need. New shampoo, conditioner, deep conditioner, all the brands you leave stacked in his linen closet. He buys new ponytail holders and beauty supply rubber bands, oils and shea butter. He even buys you a new bath robe.

While he’s there he bulks up on luxury items for the bath he’ll draw you on your birthday: lavender, lemongrass, cherry almond, cocoa oatmeal. He’s going to make it special.

He has you take the three days off before your usual two (a week long vacay baby!) And while he as a pro-hero cannot take the entire time off, he strives to take at least the last three off, and the other two he is careful to make it home early.

What He Does:

The first day of your week off, he has set the living room up in front of the flatscreen with the prep for your hair: microfibre towel, two bottles of water, shea butter, a mixture of oil (jojoba, tea tree, rosemary oil, a tiny bit of black castor), your favorite gel, your favorite leave in conditioner, rose water in a spray bottle, a rattail comb, a detangling brush, a wide tooth comb, and 8 bags of pre-looped  14in passion twists in two colors. He’d gotten an extra few packs just in case. 

He wakes you up that morning, fingertips brushing over the soft skin of your shoulder. He presses a gentle kiss upon your forehead as you stir, kneeling next to you on the bed in an old faded white T-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts. His eyes are sparkling, having set the kitchen up after your breakfast nap. 

“Hey.” He says softly, soft smile reaching the freckles that’ve spread across his face. A mini constellation. You grumble softly, shifting your feet beneath the comforter, eyelashes batting open as you slide an arm out, hand blindly reaching for him before he presses the warmth of his cheek into your palm. “Hey..” you grumble back quietly, voice slightly heavier in the sleep fog. He nuzzles your hand for a moment, cupping it before placing a kiss on the pulse point of your wrist. “Ready to shower? I’m washing your hair today.” He says, confidently but still quiet enough not to hurt your adjusting ears.

You blink at him, grin spreading across your plump lips as you make a soft humming noise.

“Oh?” You ask, reaching up to make sure your bonnet stayed on. He laughs softly, nodding his head. “Yep! I’ve got it all planned out. I even bought a shower cap so you wouldn’t have to use a grocery bag.” 

You snort softly, pinching his cheek and he makes a soft pout in response. “Mm.. Okay. I pretty much detangled it anyway. I was gon’ style it for my birthday anyway.” You yawn, sitting up and letting the covers fall off of you. Zuku’s eyes follow the exposure of your curves before flicking back to your face at attention. “Can’t be out there lookin like a bum. Ma girls would clown me.” You sigh dramatically, shifting to sit cross legged. Zuku’s still kneeled in front of you, but a soft huff of a laugh comes through his nose.

“I would never though. You’re always beautiful to me, no matter what. The crinkle of your nose, the raise of your eyebrow, the crease of your smile--” He rambles, prattling off of the things he finds naturally beautiful about you. The shape of your eyes, nose, lips, the feel of your skin on his, you find yourself grinning in embarrassment, moving your hands away from him to press a foot on his chest.

“Alright alright! I love you too you goof but you know that ain’t what I meant. You might think I’m cute lookin’ like’a rats nest but sure as hell nobody else would. But its mo’ for me anyway.” You say, shrugging. “Plus, have you seen yoself? Our fineness needs to match baby, we not goin out there lookin like Raggedy Ann an’ ha man.”

Izuku laughs, eyebrows creased as he shrugs his shoulders. “Alright, alright. I concede.” He raises to full height, holding his hand to you which you accept and stand to your feet. “Lets get you cleaned.” 

The shower is nice, warm water cascading down your bodies. Your shared home is spacious itself, and the bathroom more so. A separate shower and a tub. Zuku’s fingers work gentle wonders against your scalp, careful to avoid tugging any curls. You lean against his chest, head bobbing gently with his ministrations. Izuku’s not the most playful in the moment, considering it more intimate but he does laugh at the occasional stumble or bopping of suds on one's face. He lathers the shampoo in well, separating your hair into four sections, deep conditioning it and then placing the shower cap on to retain the heat and to let it “marinate” he had said with a beam, which caused you to cackle and playfully swat on his arm as he made his way out of the shower to instead draw a warm bath in the tub. 

You rinsed out the shower, he got the water right and the two of you scrubbed each other down in the tub before hopping back into the shower to rinse your hair off. Once you were done and you opened the cabinet to take out your wide tooth comb, you paused in confusion. Your entire styling cabinet was empty aside from the edge control. Zuku had rinsed the rest of your curls down the drain, scrubbed the floor with comet and a sponge mop before he rinsed it, towel around his waist. 

“Zuku, wheres my hair shit?” You asked, and the man paused for a second, shoulders tensing and you watched his freckled back. He set the mop aside after ringing it out and then smiled back at you nervously. 

“Ah.. about that. I was gonna do your hair for you.” 

You blinked at him. Staring. He stared back, and there was a moment of silence. Anxiety began creeping up his back and he began to wring his hands, a nervous habit from your younger days. He softly blew a few strands of his curly green moss from his eyes. “I-i mean, if that's okay..?” He stammered.

“Deadass?” You asked, eyeing him wearily. Zuku helped you but he didn’t do it himself, not often. He usually was able to do your hair naturally. His favorite was creating the twists for your twists out, and doing the bantu knots. He felt proud that his strong hands could also be delicate enough to help with those styles. “I wasn’t planning on doing my hair naturally--”

“I want to put crochet hair in.” Zuku cut in.

You stared at him again in silence. Before you could respond he stammered. You adjusted your towel. “I promise I’ve been practicing! I’ve studied this for months. I asked the shop you go to, I asked Mina, I even have a mannequin in my office I can do this.” He said, then said again more firmly. “I can do this and- you can watch the entire time and if I fuck up you can stop me but--” “Okay.”

Izuku goes quiet then. He stares at you, brain trying to catch up to your answer. He opens his mouth, closes it, a guppy in the water before in a quiet, confused voice he replies “Okay?”

“Okay.” You smile at him, step forward in your shower flip flops and softly pat his cheek. “I trust you in my hair, and if you’ve had as much practice as you say you have, I don’t mind. Plus it’ll be a nice treat. You doin’ my hair for my birthday is tooth rottin’.” You kiss him on his nose, which increasingly dusts with rose. You leave the bathroom and he washes his hands quickly and follows after you. 

“I’ll do my best!” … And his best he does.

You’re both sitting in comfortable house clothes, you slotted between his legs on a pillow and eating snacks, Castlevania playing on tv as Zuku has your wide tooth comb between his teeth. He’s got a towel draped over your shoulders and a towel on his lap to catch the cute little shedded curls and hair products. He’s always amazed at how your hair shrinks, but finds it fascinating. He can’t help but stretch the sections as he moisturizes your scalp and hair using the L.C.O. method. Liquid, leave-in conditioner mixed with the rose water, the shea butter, then the oil to lock it in. He massages it all into your scalp and down the strands of your hair until it's nice and moisturized. 

He isn’t able to cornrow yet but he told you not to worry and instead used a method he’d learned on youtube. It consisted of making regular front to back parts like usual and slicking their edges with gel to make clean sections. He parts a small square at the front of your hairline and creates a single braid, then parts another square right behind the first and places the previous single braid in the middle of the part, and braids using that. He continues until he runs out of hair at the nape of your neck and the part ends, creating an illusioned cornrow. Once your entire head was done he placed a wig cap with a grid over your hair, careful before he took the crochet hook and began sliding and tying the passion twists in, filling up the cap and the expanse of hair on your head. 

The two of you talked about everything and nothing in between, and surprisingly

Izuku didn’t struggle. He looped, secured, and continued on as the two of you talked, occasionally holding up a mirror and having you hold one up to check the progress of the back, and occasionally you’d lift the other bottle of water to his lips to let him take a sip, or feed him one of the snacks on the table. 

How it Ends:

Three to four hours later he’s done and you stand to stretch your arms above your head, popping your back and letting out a soft grunt as you do so. Your neck doesn’t ache as much as you’d thought it would but your head did feel a little heavier, as expected.

Izuku wiped his hands nervously and smiled at you. “Well! Look, take a look!” He exclaims, standing up as he folds both of your towels and nudges you towards the mirror in the entryway. You gasp, and Izuku’s emerald eyes are sparkling with glee.

Your hair looks incredible! Especially for a first timer. He’d cut the stocking cap to give you a side part, and cut around the edges to remove the thick band so it looked a lot more natural. You turned your head this way and that, admiring yourself and grinning ear to ear. Izuku was behind you, practically trembling with excitement. “Do you like it?”  He asks, voice wavered slightly as he eyes you through the mirror and you toss some of the strands of hair over your shoulder.

“Yas! You did amazing baby! Thank you so much!” You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him down to pepper kisses on his face. Of course his face turns rosy, warm large hands clasping your waist as he grins, eyes closing as he accepts the affection. “You’re welcome! I’m happy it came out good. I was worried.” 

You shook your head. “No sweetness you did great. Thank you baby!” You grinned, squeezing him a little tighter. 

Izuku was happy too. Your arms and hands didn’t have to be tired and wrinkled, he made you feel good, helped shape your hair into one of the beautiful styles you loved. His chest swelled with pride and happiness, nestling his nose into your shoulder. 

Activity #2: Spa Day

Next is more pampering! You’re beautiful to him always, soft brown skin glowing in the sunlight, skin richening in the silver glow and indigo sky at night, but he wants you pampered and feeling like a queen upon your birthday, and so he takes it upon himself to book you an appointment at your favorite Day Spa, for all of your favorites: dip powder manicure, spa pedicure, etc.

How He Prepares:

He calls the day spa over a month ahead to make sure you’re scheduled in. He’s taking no chances. He also schedules it on one of your days off from work. 

He schedules it for two, yes, he’s coming with! You’re always chastising him about not taking better care of himself so he decides what better way than a spa trip with his beautiful partner? He knows not only will you get to relax and enjoy yourself, but you’ll relax further knowing he’s doing the same.

He schedules it all, really. Body massage, facial, waxing, princess pedi, mani, facials, and chilllin’ in a steam room.

Knowing that this would be easiest served if all done at once, he makes this overnight stay. He borrows the keys to a suburban house that Momo’s family owns, out by the lake. He cleans up there early, adjusting dishes to the way you like them organized, leaving little love notes in the places he’s sure you’ll find. He lays out your favorite nightgown and body spray on your side of the bed.

Leaves your favorite body wash and body scrubs in the shower, along with his own. 

What He Does:

That morning the two of you have a nice breakfast at a local owned cafe. The two of you chat together on the little patio under the sun, sharing food, reminiscing, talking about plans. 

Once you’ve had your fill and wander around the neighborhood near the Day Spa for a bit, Zuku opens the door for you as the two of you enter. He tells your names for the appointment book, and the woman in the front in the cute floral scrubs and light pink clipboard, turns to you with the softest of smiles. “Happy birthday! While it's a couples booking for the two of you today,” she leads you two into a back room, and Izuku gently places a large warm palm on the small of your back as the door softly closes behind you all. “We’ve lowered the price and we offer complimentary wine for the two of you.” She exclaims before leading the both of you to the massage room. It's cream and brown and glowing gently with candles, which decorate the light aside from the decorative lamp attached to the ceiling, also admitting a soft warm, gentle golden hue. 

The both of you are asked if you have a gender or identity preference for masseuse and if you have any injuries to report before you’re both told to strip to your comfort level, lay down and relax, and the masseuses come in to work their magic. 

Almost earthy with hints of sweet smelling lotions, fingers gently grinding and kneading into your backs, shoulders, sliding down the dip of your waists, curving gently down your spine. They work the knots out, gently working into your thighs and legs and ankles and the both of you practically turn to jelly. The entire experience is quiet, warm, and just as relaxing as you’d liked. They’d even turned on light music for the two of you. 

Once it’s done, the two of you are asked to dress in towels provided and led directly into the sauna attached to the room where you’re able to sit next to each other and relax. 

Your breathing is slow, eyes closed back breathing gently before you feel the warm hand gently touch yours before sliding into your own. You open your eyes softly to glance at him. Izuku’s head pressed back against one of the boards. His eyes are shut and there’s gentle perspiration on his skin, not enough to bead water to drip but enough to appear softly flushed. His curly hair is currently all pulled up into a high ponytail, bobby pins trapping his bangs up and backwards. He’s also breathing quietly, skin flushed a gentle pink. You smile and slot your fingers together, gently squeezing back and massaging the scar on his hand. 

Once the sauna time is over, you’re gently swept out, given a new towel to dry off with, and then lead back into the room to lay again on your backs and receive your facials! 

Both of your heads are gently rested back on comfortable rolled back towels as they apply the gentle cleanser, massaging it into your skin. It smells vaguely like citrus mixed with cucumbers. They then use a soft facial sponge to remove the cleanser, warm water and ask quietly if it's the right temperature. You're practically purring a hum of confirmation as they continue. 

Izuku opens his mouth to speak and quietly asks, “A- ah..a bit hotter, if it's not too much trouble?” and a soft smile appears on your lips as the individual working on him responds “Of course not! Ask for anything you like, this service is catered to you” before you hear the water running gently, and the bowl placed back onto the table again with a very quiet clink. 

“You so cute.” You tell your boyfriend, and he tenses for only a moment before his face flushes again and he has to be told to “please stop wrenching your eyebrows or I can't clean the soap from them..” and he apologizes. A soft giggle jolts your body gently and your own Esthetician gently tuts at you to which you also apologize and try to soften your smile. 

Next comes exfoliation, a gentle oceanic summer breeze smelling scrub is applied to your face, massaged in, and Izuku mumbles something about the two of you needing a beach trip. You agree quietly, a quiet murmur of “Matching swimsuits” as your esthetician massages your cheeks in circles. 

The next processes go quickly, extractions if needed, gentle massaging, and finally cucumber face masks. 

Once the entire process is over and the two of you are relaxed and warm and feeling good, they hand you slippers and gently usher you into a different room for the pedicure and manicure processes. 

They allow you to pick your colors, and Izuku the same if he wishes and the two of you are set next to each other back in your regular clothes as they work on gently pushing back your cuticles, massaging your hands, etc. You’re given nail tips if you like, and the dip powder process starts while Izuku gets his hands massaged, and he opts for a deep forest green polish himself as the two of you talk. Izuku laughs.

“It tickles a little.” You tilt your head at him as the woman brushes off the particles and begins to massage your hands and apply a lotion to them. You’re tempted to ask if he prefers your hand massages, and the quirk of your lips makes Izuku fluster slightly. “I-it’s nice though!” he follows up, voice tapering off to a soft squeak and you shake your head at him. “It always feels and smells nice huh? And cute color Zuzu. I thought you’d go plain again.” Izuku’s cheeks pinken slightly and he gives you a dorky smile. “I uh- almost did but I was curious to what it’d look like. It matches the same color as my suit and I think it’ll look nice.” 

You coo at him and careful to keep your hands still, lean your chin on him and glaze at his hands as the scars are carefully massaged over. Even though the largest was years ago, there were still new cuts and scrapes from his regular work, and the callouses. “It will boo. And the color just suits you anyway.” You say, and, and Izuku, shyly leans his head over on yours, before the two of you are released to go sit in the back and soak your feet. 

The two of you allow your feet to sink into your respective tubs and both sigh in release at the same time. The water is hot, and the bubbles almost tickle as the water seeps heat back up within your bodies. Izuku visibly sinks back into his cushions, and you pick up the little remote controlling the different massage settings. “Use it.” You urge him, setting your own and he glances at the one on his side, lifting it to inspect before hitting a setting and letting out an “Oh!” in gasped surprise. 

You’re laughing at him and he whines, back shifting. “I just wasn’t expecting it to be that intense!” 

“Boy you should’a known from the get go. Here bae lemme see.” He hands you the controller and you lightly press to lower the intensity and Izuku relaxes again. “Thanks..” and you’re shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “Of course.” 

After a bit, the Estheticians came back over to the two of you, lifting your feet gently out of the water and using a pumice stone, foot file, and Izuku jumped slightly. It wasn’t his first spa day, no, but his feet, while he may not have said it out loud, were slightly ticklish. You laughed at him and reached out your hand so he could grab onto yours to focus on that rather than the feeling on his foot. “You’re a baby.” 

He made a soft whine “S’not true. Just tickles.” You shake your head and cock an eyebrow. “I feel like you would’a kicked me in my face if I was doin it.” Izuku huffs and leans over to push his face into your shoulder. “Wouldn’t--” he paused, voice muffled. “Would feel too bad.” and the huff of a laugh you give makes his head bounce on your shoulder. 

What follows is the cuticle clipping, the nail filing, “Would you like them painted?”

“Yes. Same color as his nails.” You say, lifting your boyfriend's hand to show. Izuku blushes just a bit, pride swelling in his chest.

The man gets up to fetch your color, and Izuku opts for a clear coat. Both of your Estheticians get to work on massaging your feet. Their fingertips and thumbs rubbing circles into the soles and heels, working out the crinks after applying their lotion. Both of your feet are placed in the paraffin wax bags, the wax a hot orange color, like an orange icle that has yet to be frozen. You shudder gently at the heat, and Izuku practically becomes mush. You wiggle your toes once, the hot wax oddly soothing once you’d gotten used to the temperature. Once it was complete, your feet were removed from the bags, wiped with a gentle tissue, patted down with hot towels, and then moisturized one more time before they started painting your nails. 

How it Ends:

By the end of it all, the two of you are slugs, warm and relaxed all over and honestly, the rest of the day goes by quickly. Izuku is always clingier when he’s tired, or relaxed, or sleepy, and as such he’s always touching you in some way as he pays the tips, fingers interlaced with yours, standing behind you with his head pressed against your braids, opening the door for you, the other hand on the small of your back. Even in the car ride home, mostly filled with silence, one of his hands stays magnetized to your thigh, thumb rubbing circles into it. 

When the two of you step in the door, Izuku’s arms are immediately around your waist, pulling your body into his as he inhales your scent and sighs, his chest rising and falling against your back. “Shower? Movie? Takeout..” He mumbles, and you’re laughing, reaching behind you to stroke your manicured nails through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. His entire body vibrates with almost a purr as he sinks his bodyweight into you further. “Yeah bae, yeah. Pizza?” Izuku gives a weak nod and a soft “mmmhmm..” in response.

The shower is quick, and you’re dressed in one of his larger shirts and a pair of panties for comfort and him simply in sweatpants and a T and the two of you curl up together in the bed, throwing on a comedy movie as you grab your phone and order dinner. 

The day is relaxing overall, and the night all the same. 

“Want me to get your hero symbol on my thumb next time?” Izuku whines at that, face planting into your thighs. 

Activity #3: Picnic & Presents

His last gift to you is more quality time, but with a little extra bonus on this little house he’s rented. Zuzu’s aware of your love for flowers and your enjoyment of heartfelt gestures and so the last gesture he plans outside of the home includes a Park Picnic for dinner outside by the lake during sunset. He decides a home made dinner but, eaten outside would be nice. He also admits he loves the way that golden hour glow illuminates your skin, your soft lips, the way your dark eyes brighten softly within the light. He’s a sucker for you, always, but in the sunset and sunrise? His heart beats out of his chest, and he sees the rest of his life with you.

How He Prepares:

He knows you love home cooking, putting his heart into the meal. So of course he cooks as much as he can for you.

Otherwise, with the nice breeze and the weather teetering on well, he knows this plan will work. 

He gets a picnic blanket, extra large: thick oxford polyester top and a waterproof PVC bottom. It's durable, water resistant, and a gentle lavender plaid.

He uses a raised slab of wood he'd gotten with a blanket over it as a makeshift table for the food. He knows it could be placed on the ground but being the ever careful planner he is, uses the wood slab anyway, better for posture and all that.

Foods he preps:

Fruit sando made with strawberries

Ricotta and spinach filo parcels

Miso Beef onigiri

Picnic Fruit Punch

Water

A bottle of your favorite alcohol

He also tried to make a few dishes from your culture as well. He knows soul food can knock you out so he’s a little more careful with what he picks from it. 

Deep fried okra

Mac & Cheese

Potato Salad

Chicken Katsu 

Your gifts! He has three extra special ones this year. 

What He Does:

You’re aware of this gesture too, and while he doesn’t let you help him cook or prepare, occasionally pouting at you when you’re tasting food, he doesn’t make you leave the kitchen. In fact the two of you make casual conversation as he puts everything together. 

You two are currently matching. You’re in a nice yellow bodycon dress with white outlining the sleeve cuffs, collar, and the bottom hem that stopped above your knees. Izuku’s dressed in a yellow T-shirt with “White” written on the front in white Kanji lettering, and a pair of dark blue shorts. 

“I’m honestly glad they even let you get this time off.”

Izuku’s currently rolling rice balls, nodding his head as he glances back at you. His dark curly hair is currently pulled up in a half ponytail. “Ah..it is hard. But I put in extra hours and Todoroki and Uraraka are keeping an eye over my part of patrol to help..And the new interns at the agency are doing well, and since I don’t often ask for time off they were really accommodating.” He spoke, and you hummed, sitting behind him on the kitchen island. 

“I’m happy. I’ve missed you, wakin’ up to you and not some empty space, or goin to bed and you bein’ there and not slidin in late. Ain’t seen you as relaxed as the spa in so long. Zuku last time we had a spa day like that we was in highschool. You need’a be takin’ mo’ time for yoself even without it being for me. You know that right?”

Izuku had stiffened, his cheeks warming as he carefully curled the seaweed and placed the onigiri in the container with the others. “Y-you’re right. I know.. I just- it’s hard. I want to be the best hero that I can be and sometimes..I don’t- There’s so many people who need help. And I want to help everyone that I can.” 

Your heart aches a bit as you hop off the island and wrap your arms around his waist from behind. You shift your body to plant a kiss on the back of his neck. He visibly shudders. “I know bae but you can’t take care of nobody if you ain’t takin’ care of yoself. If you half dead and wound up like’a overheatin’ spark plug you just gon’ explode. Take more care of this.” You said, reaching up to playfully squeeze at his pecks. He stiffens and places a hand over yours, and you’re laughing, pressing your face into his back. “Take care of yourself. If  you end up broken somewhere who gon tell me I look cute with my bonnet on and dried drool.” 

He laughs at that, lifting a hand to gently brush his lips against it. He’s quiet for a moment before he smirks against your skin. “I’ll leave a recording--” “Izuku!” You smack him on the back and he’s laughing full force before he turns, maneuvering to face you and dragging your body into his own. His body is radiating warmth, as usual, and he cups your cheeks. His eyebrows are drawn in, and he looks a little sad almost. “But really, I know. I will, for you, and for me..and because of my mom’s phone calls.” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you’re the one with warm cheeks now. Nodding your head. “Good. So use yo damn days off and don’t be pickin’ up extra shifts.”

He stiffens. “..But-”

“No buts.”

“ … Two on, two off?”

“What did I just tell yo stubborn ass?” Izuku whined. “Can you at least think about it?”

“I did and I said no. Babe you workin at least 25 days a month and with yo damn overtime I’d be surprised if you ain’t clockin’ in at 400 hours or some shit. Take the time for yourself and if I gotta bribe you I will.”

Izuku huffs at that, leaving it alone before the oven beeps and he gently maneuvers out of your hold to take the filo parcels out. 

…

He leads you to the backyard where he’s already set up the picnic blanket, the food sitting out with covers just in case. The breeze is cool and the sun is setting, orange and yellow and soft purple hues cascading over the sky, the wind causing the water of the pond nearby to gently wave, rocking the water lilies. The Creeping Jennys gently curved over the planted rocks, the Cardinal's red gently fluttering along the plants edge. The pond itself is beautiful, especially with the sun setting around it. Cameillia's bloom in proximity to Hydrangeas, Iris's near the Cardinals. There’s a mixture of color in the garden, along with a few bamboo stalks. It's a beautiful place, and it’s easy to often get caught up within the colors. The breeze and the slightly cooler temperature keeps it from being humid or overwhelming. There were also insect traps to keep from the bothering pests like flies, gnats, and mosquitos if they happened to venture by. 

The occasional Japanese Wagtail and Tit would patter along the flowered lands. Flying overhead, giving soft chirps of appreciation for the greenery as they flapped their gentle wings, on their way home from their own long days. 

You sit with Izuku on the picnic blanket. He’s got a cooler on one side with all of your drinks in them, capped, and two chilled glasses there for the two of you. He hands you a plate, the rest of the food laid out neatly and with their tops gently for protection if needed. A heat resistant mat laid out to hold the warmer pots and pans and trays.

Izuku pours you a glass of your choice of drink before handing it to you, watching as your eyes scan the sunset. 

“It’s so pretty out here.. The city blocks all the natural light. And these flowers..Who even does the upkeep for this pond, it's beautiful..” You mutter, eyes gazing over the Autumn-like petals of one of the Cardinal flowers and Izuku is smiling at you. 

“Yeah, I’ll keep this view forever.” He says, voice softer than usual, almost breathless. You turn to see him staring at you with those beautiful green eyes and you smack his chest playfully and smile. “Alright lover-boy. I’d rather keep you than the view though.” Izuku’s cheeks dust rose for just a moment as he gave a gentle rub to his nose. “You can and will.” He says quietly, and the two of you make soft talk while eating, watching the sunset and the changing of the reflection color in the pond. 

By the time the two of you are done, your plates clean, he gently packs them away back in the basket he’d brought outside. Anything that could be leftovers was already put away and the heavier pots brought back in earlier. Izuku comes back out with a vibrant purple gift bag in his hands and sits down with a smile. He takes your hands in his. “Ready for your physical gifts?”

And you’re grinning at him, turning to face him and cupping his cheek. “You’ve done so much shit for me already Zuzu but show it to me babe.” You say, and Izuku plants a soft kiss to the inside of your palm before letting your hands go and placing the bag into your lap. You’re shaking your head, he’s already done so much for you that you’re grateful. Even the amount of time exceeding what the two of you have had since highschool. 

You open the bag and blink at the contents inside: 

The first thing you pull out from the tissue paper is a notebook. Not just any notebook either. On the front cover is a gouache painting of you and Izuku on your third date. Where the two of you are holding hands and smiling, while Izuku holds an umbrella between the two of you. It’s a painting of a picture Sero had taken of the two of you in highschool, and it's gorgeous with the vibrancy of the reflections of the water, the reds and yellows and oranges, the blues and greens and gentle lavenders all to create a scenic piece. While your faces weren’t completely clear, your silhouettes were both ingrained with colors representing your energies. Your hairstyles are clear, it's easy to tell it's the two of you. You're speechless.

"... wow."

Izuku's watching you expectantly. A smile spreads over his lips and he nods. "Open it, please?" And you look up at him for a moment before back down at the notebook. You figured it was just an empty engraved book but when you opened it, the page right after the first, was Izuku's handwriting:

"Love Letters for My Love."

It's cheesy but cute, and Izuku has doodled on the front page, like in the early 2000s American movies. There's a tree with a heart and your names in the middle and little hearts gently filling in some of the space on the page.

As you turn the page and start looking through the book you realize the book is a compilation of journal entries and poems about you, written about you and for you. Some dedicated directly to you, like when you were busy one week completing a project for work and the letter detailed everything from.the way you bit your pen to the furrow of your eyebrows as you typed up your report. He talked about how proud he was of you, and how he admired you.

Others were love poems to parts of you that you were occasionally more conscious of: stretch marks, birthmarks, etc.

Some were ranging back to things he'd written about you in highschool, dated correctly. Some were things he'd taken notes of about you, like favorite smells, hair products, jewelry styles etc.

You started to tear up a bit at how heartfelt this book was, and the entire hardcover journal was full. Not one page was empty, and some pages even included pressed flowers that you loved, the occasional scribble of a drawing he'd tried to do. Your heart swelled with just how thoughtful Izuku was and how loved you were to have someone care about you enough to memorize and notice the little things. 

You fanned your face for a moment and wiped your eyes from the hot tears as you reached for Izuku's hand and he gladly took it, rubbing his thumb over your skin. 

"Izuku I love this.. it's so beautiful. Boy, who taught you how to woo a girl this good?" You laughed softly through the tears and Izuku smiled. He had been worried you were upset when he saw the tears and he scooted closer to gently wipe away your tears. 

"Ah.. just. I thought.. you know." He shyly kept his eyes on the now closed notebook. "It'd be nice for you to know how much I love and think about you. I know I'm not around much and it can get lonely sometimes. I miss you when I'm on patrol and I'm always thinking of you and I just wanted you to know how much I love and think about you.. you mean so much to me and I just can't see my life without you so.." his cheeks flushed softly.

Your heart melted at his words. He was darting his eyes down and his free hand occasionally squeezed his knee in increments, another nervous habit. You cupped his cheeks and lifted his head to yours and smiled at him, giving a soft sniffle. "I love you so much Izuku. I've never doubted how much you love me but this is just.. I'll cherish it forever. And when I tell my girls they gon be so jealous." You laughed and Izuku couldn't help but laugh at that too and he softly removed your hands from his cheeks, giving them a kiss. "Look, there's more." He gently nudged his head towards the bag and you rolled your eyes and smiled.

You dug through the bag again and in it was a new ankle bracelet and waist beads. The last item in the bag was a photo album, and upon opening it were Snapshots of the two of you. Some selfie, some with face masks or  you getting ready for a gala. Some were taken by others like Izuku removing your shoes the time your heel broke, or you testing a new makeup palette on Izuku at Minas house. It was an album of your friendship with each other, from highschool studying to QR codes leading to videos of you running the track with Izuku and telling him to slow down. One of the QR videos lead to Izuku's first time getting drunk and him crying about how much he loved you, and telling a non-flirting Iida that he was "happily in the best love with the most beautifulest partner in the world!" And upon hearing that one, Izuku's ears had turned red. You shook your head and hugged him tightly.

"You dork! I love this all so so so much!" You squeezed him tight and kissed his cheeks. He laughed, squeezing you to his chest as he buried his face into your shoulder.

"I'm glad! Happy birthday Sweetheart.." and you squeeze him tighter. "Thank you Broccoli bae." Izuku laughs and then nudges his head against yours.

"... can I help you put on the waist beads?" You snort softly, knowing he'll just use it as an excuse to worship you, as he always does. You softly bump his forehead with yours. "Yes, cute stuff.. thank you.. come on. Let's put this stuff up and go in."

How It Ends:

With you and Izuku dancing in the living room to Cassie.

Okay, maybe that's not how it Ends but yall definitely do.

Your arms around his neck and his hands on your hips, the both of you swaying to the beat. He twirls you once and pulls you back in by your waist, hips moving against his, your back to his chest as the both of your hips move to the beat. 

At some point you end up laughing as you try to get Izuku to twerk. "You got too much ass to not throw it back!" You laugh, even grabbing his hips to catch what he throws and it ends up with the both of you laughing and softly tipsy. 

After the two of you have danced, warm from the buzz and the warmth of your bodies and the food, the two of you shower and get ready for bed, which, with his calloused warm hands running up your hips and your stomach, takes several hours of moans, trembling thighs and heavy breaths.

…

by the time Izuku is asleep, arms wrapped around you with his cheek pressed against your chest and your hand stroking through his hair, you're thumbing through the notebook again, reading one of the poems he'd written you:

You always say my freckles resemble constellations,

Your fingers a walking spaceship connecting the stars along my back.

You say my scars are shooting meteors and I think of how empty

This galaxy you've made of me would be

Without your dancing fingers to map them, to give them names and point to their shapes.

You've poured love into parts of me I didn't know yearned

To be wanted, needed, held.

Your pretty brown eyes

Have the same effect as the first sip

Of coffee in the morning. 

The tight curls of your hair are like springs holding 

the clouds together, they could swallow me whole 

and I would thank you. Whether it be box braids, faux locs,

feed in, or cornrows, your hair reminds me of what it means

to see a fracture of the beauty the earth has to offer

You call me the galaxy and I will claim you the ocean, 

your laugh lapping waves that change the rotation of my planets.

You've given me a submarine and I'll use my stars to light my way to your depths

And while Oceanographers and Astronomers say 

we are too vast to know, too different

I can only see us together, Can only see 

the way our depths merge and match and join as one

As always, and as forever, exploring 

what it means to be complex and surface at once. 

I want to spend my years exploring yours, 

and I hope you will spend yours exploring mine. 

As you turn the page to the next one, your eyes widen and your breath hitches.. your ears ring, heart thumping against your chest like thunder. Your hand leaves Izuku's head to cover your mouth as the tears begin to slide down your cheeks. Light, not even warm. You were crying without even meaning to but..! 

Sitting within a groove in the book is a soft rose colored flower engagement ring, and above the groove, in soft curved font, Izuku's own messy cursive is written as neatly as possible, "Will you marry me?"

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Authors note:

The ending is left as it cause I think it's cute cx but also Izuku is such a gentleman. He doesn't push the ring and instead let's you find it on your own. And I think that's sweet. It could've been that day. Months from then. All depends on how you read the book and when and I just think it's a sweet gesture.

[teddieh]

Can I just say your 12 years 8 days & Counting villain deku fic is probably THE BEST villain deku fic I have ever read? Its the kind of story I randomly think about sometimes out of the blue! So good! <3 I was wondering if you would ever consider doing a part 2 for it as its the kind of story that even though its one part I am desperate for more! Thank you! <3

Ack

Thank you so much! I'm really glad that you enjoyed it ❤

While I don't really see a part two for it in particular, I could probably do some villain Zuku headcanons. Or maybe headcanons in the same uni for it 🤔 I'll see what I can come up with. Is there anything you'd want to see? I don't have requests open but I'm not opposed to suggestions. 🥰

[teddieh]

I APPRECIATE YUUUUUUUU 🦋🦋🦋🦋✨✨✨✨✨

ACK

I hardly even post and you-- wow 🥺🥺

Thank you so much Annonie ❤ I appreciate you as well and hope you're having a wonderful evening.

[tomurasprincess]

Citrus Dome Server Snowed In Collab!

18+ Content (MINORS DNI)

Welcome to our fifth server collab, once again featuring submissions of art as well as fic. Check out our previous collabs for Gods!AU, Villain/Hero alignment swap, Masquerade, and Halloween!

Prompt: The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

Amajiki Tamaki - @misa_delux (twitter) 

Dabi - @knifeewifee

Minoru Mineta - @varnienne

Tomura Shigaraki - @your-resident-idiot

Amajiki Tamaki - @donica95

Bakugou Katsuki - @tomurasprincess

Dabi - @katwritessometimes

Hanta Sero - @celestial-fucking-weeb 

Hawks - @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten

Hitoshi Shinsou - @hitoshisbabygirl

Midoriya Izuku - @bobawithpomegranate

Kirishima Eijirou & Kaminari Denki - @miscellaneous-bnha 

Minoru Mineta - @m00ns0ng

Shindou Yo - @kingkatsuki​

Tenya Iida - @teddieh​

[teddieh]

Just thinking about Izuku..

And the two of you lounging in the afternoon. You're laid back with a pillow tucked between you and the arm of the couch, your head rested on it. Midoriya slot between your legs, heavy body a weighted blanket, comforting, warm, grounding.

His thick curly moss green locks are being gently slotted through your fingers as you stroke your hand through his hair near the base of his scalp, undone from his ponytail. He whines, soft breath ghosting over the skin of your stomach, soft nose nuzzling against you.

You twirl strands of his hair around your finger and gently loosen the ponytail he had to uphold his forest, and he breathes a sigh of relief. You let out a breath of a laugh, stomach giving a soft roll beneath his freckled cheek and he presses a kiss against it, and you smile.

One of his hands slips up the side of your shirt, scarred and calloused palm gently stroking over your skin. The other arm is flopped over the side of the couch, knuckles pressed into the soft cotton of your floor.

Its a lazy day, just the two of you. His body running warm in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, but he's melted into you, and you're melding into him, and thats all that matters.

"You're a nice blanket, Zuzu." You mutter, voice as soft as midnight snow. You feel the corner of his lips upturn against your skin. You see the dusting of strawberry across his cheeks, and smile.

"You're the best bed.. based on--"

"Warmth, softness, and hair stroking ability?"

A soft chuckle vibrates through his chest, you feel it through every bone. He shifts, thumb tracing circles into your skin. He mutters, quietly, almost as soft as the landing of a butterfly.

"Yes.. and love too."

[teddieh]

The Blossoms of a Snowstorm

College!Au: Tenya Iida x Gn Reader

Hii! My fic for the Citrus Dome “snowed-in” collab! Click here for the masterlist.

Ratings: E for Everyone. SFW.

Warnings: NONE! This piece is completely fluff. I will say that the reader is gender neutral but has some typical feminine associated characteristics.

Wordcount: 9,202.

This is exactly how you had planned to spend your evening. Warm and toasty in the cabin, apple cinnamon candles burning in the living room, with a couple of your friends trudging up to spend a few days with each other, a fuzziness plan in mind. Drinks that made chests warm, heated laughter, the roll of dice and clicking of controller buttons—And yet, as you watched the snow pile, and pile, and pile outside of the crystallized window.. you realized this brewing cloud may have been more than any of you had bargained for. 

Over the course of the evening, several of your friends had called to say they wouldn't be in tonight. First, it had been Uruaka, and Momo who had called. Apparently Todoroki and Midoriya were with them, and Iida was supposed to be, however he had business to attend to and decided to travel alone. Then Shoji, Tokoyami, and Tsuyu. 

Ojiro and Hagakure's car hadn't started. The  engine blew smoke in Ojiro's face, and Hagakure, laughing, showed you through the video call as he wiped the black soot off of his creamed skin, his nose a dot of red. You had made a comment about your old friend looking like Rudolf, and he stuck his tongue out, only to gag at the bitter gasoline taste on his tongue. You laughed and wished them luck, telling them to stay home rather than track the journey.

You were still waiting on the Bakusquad, and possibly hearing from Iida. Bakugo was the second most punctual behind Iida, and you had gotten a text message from Kirishima earlier telling you that they were on their way. You hoped so, and that they would be okay, you had been so excited to see everyone. 

You had stocked enough food to cook with Bakugou, and you'd been looking forward to seeing him slap Denki's hand with the spatula, or making mugs with Todoroki and Momo, or playing headbands with Midoriya and Tokoyami. You sighed as you gazed at your phone, still on charge. You realized you had heard from everyone except Iida, and your bottom lip turned, eyebrows gently furrowed in. 

Iida, Momo, and Todoroki were the lavish rich kids of the group. Momo's parents were a movie producer and a model, who also owned a clothing line on the side, Todoroki's parents were both corporate lawyers, and Iida's parents were a doctor and an astrophysicist, his brother had become a fire chief. It made sense for them all to be busy, and yet they still set aside time. Iida apparently had to attend a conference with his mother, however, he still had intended to join you all.

You had all met in college during a course you'd all taken together: Heros in Reality: The Dangers of Power & Compliance in the Criminal Justice System. Each of you had a shared interest for super heros, vigilantes, and what it meant to be good, bad,and in-between. You had started a group chat to keep in touch, which eventually evolved into a mini club that met once a week to watch movies and read and relax together. 

The more the group spent time with one another, the more you found yourself forming familial ties. Except, however, for you, in the case of Tenya Iida. You first had found his punctuality and attention to detail, structure, and routine rather admirable. He was a strong, handsome, and rather reserved, literal man. However, the more you got to know him, the more you began to notice small things.

The twitch of his eyebrow when he held himself back from scolding (you had heard from Midoriya that he had been quick-fire to reprimand in high school). The flex of his fingers when he studied and read, and the way the pen moved between his fingers, smooth as silk. You loved seeing the excited twitch of his nose when you introduced him to new foods or spices of your own. You loved the formality in the way he spoke, likely as a result of his upbringing, but still, the vernacular quite often wooed you, and that soft box smile of his. 

You loved the way his brain and heart lept for others before himself. You remember last winter, when the two of you had been out for a stroll after an astronomy class, and a shudder hard enough to spark coal struck through you, teeth and bones chattering. Iida had frowned and pulled you aside, biting his bottom lip to keep from scolding you.

"You'll get sick that way. Here." He had taken off his own heavy navy cardigan and helped you shrug it onto your shoulders beneath your coat. Then he'd pulled out a cream colored, silk-lined hat, his cheeks shading raspberry as he helped you into it, the soft Pom Pom on top flopping this way and that. 

"I was aware of the weather, and your possible underdressing, and I had taken extra precautions for this very possible occasion. Ah! And these gloves, too. I've already worn them so they're quite warm." He slid the cashmere gloves he'd been wearing over your hands, his eyebrows gently pursed in concentration. 

You had watched as his large warm hands treated your own so delicately. His grey eyes firm in concentration. Your gaze wandered over his turtleneck, the long overcoat he wore, and the way his glasses gently fogged in the frigid air and you found a smile creeping upon your face. For such a large guy, he treated you so gentle. He had even thought to get a hat that would suit your hair well. It was then you realized your little crush might've been a harder like. 

You had been sitting on the sofa reminiscing when your phone began a hearty bzzt'd in your hand, you jumped. You gazed down at it, the caller ID showed Iida, with an image of him studying an engineering book. You quickly swiped the call button and leaned over to put the phone to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Oh, wonderful! I've finally reached you. The cell towers have been terrible with reception, even when I left the plane."

You blinked, plane? It would make sense.. however. Wait. Did that mean he was still coming? You glanced out of the window, but the frost had glazed over. You unplugged your phone to walk over to the window, sitting on the seat as you wiped away the frost with your sweater sleeve. The snow had piled to at least 4 feet, and it was still coming.

"Iida, where are you? The snow isn't supposed to stop, they're anticipating a snow in."

"Ah! That's correct. I've already made it, actually."

The knock on the front door shouldn't have startled you, but you jumped anyway. The squeak you made came through the other line, and you scrambled to make your way to the front door. 

You peaked through the eye hole and then braced yourself for the oncoming chill before you opened the door.

A strong gust of wind and snow hit you, and you gave a full body shudder as you stepped back and behind the door, opening it for Iida. 

Luckily, the cabin had a nice portico, which meant the snow didn't make it quite up to the door. 

Iida stood there, a large backpack on his back with his suitcase sitting on the step. He gazed up at you as he placed his phone back in his pocket, and gave a warm hearty smile. 

"I hope I'm not late to the occasion!" 

You blinked at him, overwhelmed with both joy and relief as you shook your head. 

"No! You're not. Come in.."

Iida was careful, untying his boots first before he stepped into the cabin, then taking a look at the drying rack. He placed his shoes on it, then unzipped the heavy coat he was wearing. He hung it up on the hanger. Rolling his suitcase in behind him as you closed the door.

Iida turned to you, without his glasses, as he sat his book bag on the mat, removing his snow overalls. "It's wonderful to see you. It's only 5pm, so I assume I'm early. I hope none of the others have become trapped in the snow."

You shuddered, rubbing your reddened palms together as you watched him. Your eyebrows furrow sadly. 

"Actually.. most people canceled. Kirishima said that he, Bakugo, Sero, Mina, Denki, and Jirou were on their way, though, and you know Bakugou's almost as punctual as you. You're the only one here besides me, right now, anyway." 

Iida turned his head away, his cheeks dusting a gentle pink. You scratched your head, then turned to his bag and suitcase. "Ah, I can help you with those. Here, do you need a charger?" You ask, your own heartbeat stuttering in your chest when you realize it was just you and Iida, for just a few hours, at the least, and while you loved his company, you felt a bit shy. Especially so far removed from your normal hangouts. It was quiet, intimate, warm. 

Iida smiled softly, hanging his snowsuit on the rack as well as he stepped out in his cyan button up, covered with a dark blue sweater with black jeans. His socks were a two-toned gray. He smiled at you, gently lifting his glasses from a compartment in his book bag, wiping them in circular motions with his cleaning cloth.

"A tour would be wonderful, and yes, thank you. How did you come by this place, again?" He handed you his phone. You plugged both his and yours up.

You began leading Iida around, first through the living room and then towards the kitchen. "Remember the college was doing a raffle for 'a mansion trip getaway,'" you inflated your voice and gave a silly shake of your head.

"Well. I figured after how hard we all worked this year I'd enter our names and hope we get in." You laughed, soft and warm. "I got lucky enough that my name got pulled, and then Sero's. It's how we snagged two houses."

"Annd since I entered all of our names, I figured I could come up first and pick my bedroom, of course! I also made all the settling plans. I checked in for myself, and mentioned there would be enough people to fill the rooms so they stacked us up. Since there's 5 rooms in this house and 4 rooms in the other, it allows two to a room and let's us all have a place to sleep. Sero has to check in for the other house though." You winked playfully. Iidas cheeks were warm and he nodded his head.

"I believe that to be reasonable! You earned it, and I'm thankful that you pursued this deal. I remember a passing email about it, however I was preoccupied.." Iida spoke, his voice slowly trailing off before he speaks again, softer. 

"I didn't realize our institution booked trips of this sort.. This place is quite beautiful." He muttered, gazing at the wooden finished ceiling. Somewhere between oak and Maple. The carefully carved staircase and banister, the stone constructed fireplace in the living room and the large glass windows. Not all of the wood had been changed, some places kept their original structures charm, leaving the bent or wiggled forms of the wood, others carved clean.

"Yeah.. it's crazy, isn't it? But UA is a prestigious college, it makes sense to me that they go all out for their students. This is something I'd think of for a company retreat or something." You laugh, shrugging your shoulders.  

"Quite so. It's the sort of place my mother would reserve for her employees, really. A cabin retreat.." You gave him a soft smile. His parents were always very kind, and you could see it. 

"Yeah, it's got a nice homey feel to it, doesn't it?" You raised your arms and twirled once before you gasped, cupping your cheeks in giddiness. "Oh! Also, you should see the bathrooms in this place! They're beautiful! One of them is basically a hot tub, one of them is a stand alone tub, and one is surrounded by stone. I missed tubs so much. Those college showers could do so much better." You sigh, doe eyed at the tubs. You had obviously taken a bath when you'd first arrived that morning, in the hot tub like one, of course.

Iida laughs, a soft timbre in his chest. He smiled at you. "That does sound lovely. I'm intrigued by the freestanding tub."

"Oh I bet! My grandmother had one when I was a child. Oh, and look at how long the kitchen island is, so much space! It'll be nice to move around without bumping into each other. I guess the open island helps.." you mutter, the two of you getting into fine details with increasing excitement as you two tour the house together. 

Iida finds particular interest in the different types of woods and design, and you gush over decor. It's rather sweet really, when the two of you enter bedrooms and talk about the pros and cons, how cedar-like a room smells or how much natural light might come in the window. Comfortably couple-like.

♢ ♢ ♢

About an hour later, after Iida had picked his room and settled in, and you had finished cooking up some hot chocolate in the crockpot (an old family recipe), the two of you decided to relax with some TV as you waited for the Bakusquad to show up. 

".. the storm of the century! Now Johnny, trees aren't being blown over but they're crooker than Tom Nook out here!"

You and Iida watched the screen. He sipped his hot chocolate and you watch as his glasses fog with the heat of it. You giggled softly, and Iida lowered his cup to gaze at you, the fog slowly dissipating. 

"Your glasses got all foggy. It's cute, that's all." You smiled, taking a sip of your hot cocoa yourself, the cinnamon spice in it tingled softly. He fumbled, cheeks red as you leaned your cup away and licked your lips. 

"I—, right, well.."

He pushed his glasses up with his fore and middle fingers, his voice pitching higher in parts of his sentence. "I'm, honored that you feel that way! Thank you? Ah.. Would you like some more hot chocolate? I would. It's delectable. You said a family recipe?" his stumbling awkwardness made you grin. He was so cute! You handed him your mug and smiled. 

"That would be wonderful, thank you. And yeah! From my great grandma. It contains a mixture of spices, of course." Iida nodded his head as he stood up, taking your mug and his and walking back to the kitchen.

"That's wonderful! I'm always surprised by the different spices that you use. Things I've never heard of, really. All extraordinarily flavorful. That.. Creole seasoning you told me of, once? I had our chef cook with it and it was quite amazing!"

You laughed, shaking your head softly. "I'm glad you guys enjoyed it. It's.. not easy to find here, so I usually get it shipped. Or my family sends me care packages." 

"That's sweet of them! Do you want a full cup?" You smiled softly. 

"Yes, please." You heard Iida clanking around in the kitchen and then sighed as you turned your gaze to the window again. 

"The news was telling the truth.. it's really coming down hard out there. I hope the others are safe." 

"Well, Bakugou is responsible. As is Jirou. I do believe they will be alright. But you are correct.. the snow has already passed the stairs."

He said, you hear a soft clink or two and the sound of the sink running for a moment before he returns to the living room with both mugs in his hand. You take yours from him and hum as you wrap your fingers around the warm mug and inhale, letting the warmth of the steam willow against your face. You thanked him.

"Of course." Iida sat back on the other side of the sofa, leaving a comfortable distance between the two of you, however you still felt the comfort of his presence.

Iidas stocky, tall build seemed to radiate heat and comfort. Not quite furnace-like, but like blankets fresh from the dryer, cozy and soft. He often smelled like soft Downey too, if it wasn't mixed in with a light cool breezed cologne. He never smelled too strong, just soft and quiet enough to know he was there. 

You liked that scent. Especially now, mixing in with the hot chocolate, soft enough not to overwhelm with the pinecones in the bowl on the living room table in front of the two of you. Just enough, as always. 

Outside, the sky grew darker and the snow fell heavier. The two of you made idle chat for a bit before your phone began its heavy vibrations again. When you lifted the phone, the caller ID said "Jirou 😤🤟🏼"

"It's Jirou, maybe they're here?" You nodded to Iida, who looked at you with interest, slightly turning his body's posture to focus on you. As you held the phone up, with your volume at full (without the speaker), the first thing you heard was Bakugou's voice, loud and growling and demanding, as always.

"Oi shitheads! I'm not fucking driving with this deep ass snow! Which one of you fuckers is paying for a tow truck, huh!? Which one of you is gonna heave Frag out of a pile of black slush!? Nobody!? Alright then! Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down!"

You blinked at that. Where exactly were they? 

"Yeah.. it doesn't look like we're coming." Jirou spoke into the phone, voice weary with long day. "We had left but, Denki left his suitcase and we had to drive back—"

"Hiiii!! Don't drink all the cider by yourselff!!" Mina giggled into the phone, her cheery voice sounded just as puppy-like as usual. It appeared the cold weather hadn't slowed her down. You had heard Denki groaning in the background, and Kirishima trying to keep everyone calm. You could imagine Sero's bemused face as he decided to join in or help calm the hot-head down.

Jirou continued, "Mina— you don't have to be so loud, sit back—" You hear the whine from the other girl and some rustling before Jirous' voice came back. "Anyway. We're really sorry. We were on our way but it's too far so we're staying at Sero's grandparents until the storm blows over and the streets are clear. Are you okay up there? Did anyone else come?"

You blinked, shook your head and sighed with a soft smile as you leaned back. "I understand. As long as you guys are safe! Don't stay out too long, okay? And most everyone else canceled but, Iida is here with me." You say, then move the phone closer to him.

You watched iidas posture stiffen for a moment, glancing from the phone to you before his voice came out, "Ah, yes! I arrived an hour or two ago. I do hope you all are being safe and cautious, and have packed extra supplies just in case with the severity of this weather." 

You smiled at Iidas words and took your phone back. You heard Denki, Sero and Mina hooting in the background, sounding like a group of wildly teenagers when their friend goes to see their crush on their own in front of them for the first time. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm not alone. We'll be fine. You guys just stay warm and safe for the night, okay?"

Jirou replied and you heard the rest of the crew screaming goodnight. You laughed and said it back, and then hung up the phone. While you felt just a little sad, knowing Iida was there with you took away a lot of the chest pains that would otherwise be left behind. You shook your head and placed your phone down. 

"Pikachu had a derp moment and forgot his suitcase. They had to go back and the storm got worse so they're staying at Sero's grandparents house for the moment. It looks like it's just us for now." You gave him a furrowed eyebrowed smile. 

Iida smiled, shaking his head softly. "Doesn't quite sound like anything unusual." He sat back, comfortable, watching as the newscaster reported on the higher winds and snow piling in the streets, highways being blocked off. "It is quite terrible out there.. I believe it was a wise decision to stay off of the road tonight."

You nodded, taking a sip of your hot cocoa before smiling at him, softly. You felt the remnants of the drink above your upper lip and gently swiped your tongue across it to clear it. Iidas eyes visibly flick to your tongue for a second before back to your eyes, his cheeks slightly pink. 

"Honestly, yeah. Though I'd be pretty sad if I was all on my own, you know? I'm happy you're here, you know? And at the very least we've got this big cozy house to stay in and watch the snow fall! Have you ever seen any American holiday movies?"

Iida smiled at that and shook his head. "No, I do not believe so. But I presume you do?" You grinned excitedly, scooting over to him  and grabbing the controller. 

"Of course I do! Oh! And I even connected the firestick, so we should be able to watch pretty much anything." You wiggled your eyebrows playfully and Iida stiffened slightly from your presence. You smelled of tea-tree and coconut oil, and he found himself enjoying the strong, sweet smells of your hair, so he didn't complain.

"So! Since you haven't? I totally think the first thing we need to watch is Home Alone. Its cute." You said, then, as soon as you went to change the channel, all of the lights suddenly shut off. The TV makes its click and shuts off. The heat clicks off, and the last thing you heard was the humming of the fridge in the background stop. 

You sat there, hand on the remote and eyes on the tv. The wind outside picked up, howling against the window, and the chill began making its way through the creases. "... oh for fucks sake." 

…. 

You and Iida had both sat in silence for a few seconds before Iida snapped out of it, shifting his position, and when his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he placed his mug onto the coaster he'd been using.

"The power.."

"Yeah. I didn't think it'd get bad enough that we'd lose power! God. Okay. Okay." You sat your mug down too and then patted your cheeks gently.

"It's cold outside, obviously and that draft is getting bad. So first things first.."

"Warmth." Iida responded. Nodding his head before he glanced up beneath the television and tilted his head at the fireplace. "It looks real. It should work, shouldn't it? Did the company provide any wood?"

You nodded your head. "Yeah, yeah. It's in the basement. And there's a bunch of candles too. And some extra blankets. The living rooms a bit exposed but I know the Master bedroom has a fireplace too. It's a higher room but we can camp out there and seal the windows." 

"Ah, yes. That would work, sufficiently. I will gather the wood, can you gather blankets? Do we have flashlights?"

"Yeah, actually! Here, hold on." You stood up and then, with the low violent light and bright snow peeking from the windows carefully maneuvered your way to the dining room. You crouched in front of the cabinet and opened the door. The wooden hinges creaked. 

You reached in and felt around before your fingers grazed the cylindrical shape, you snatched the lighter out, flicked it on, and then grabbed the one next to it, the crank up one. You also pulled out the radio and stood up, closing the door with your hip before you wandered back into the living room.

"Okay! I got a radio too to keep us updated. Its battery and wind-up powered. Pick a light. Windup or batt?" You asked, the radio hanging by its strap on your arm. 

Iida blinked at you before he smiled. "Quite resourceful. I will take the wind up one, thank you. I remember seeing a container down there earlier, I can carry the logs in there for shorter trips. It should last us a bit." 

You looked at the two lights in your hand and felt your chest warm a bit. You knew Iida likely was taking the wind-up one for fear of you tripping over yourself, but you also understood carrying heavy logs up the stairs was much more.. dangerous, than moving blankets. You shook your head and smiled.

"Here, take the battery one. There's more to trip over down there." You hand him the battery powered flashlight, and start cranking up the wind up one. It made a few whirring sounds as the crank moved but the light flickered on and you used it to walk up the stairs. 

Iida tried to protest, but you had told him to BE CAREFUL those LOGS ARE HEAVY and the basement HAS PILLARS. Quite assertive, really. 

♢ ♢ ♢

It didn't take you long, fluttering from room to room, occasionally cranking up the light as you gathered the comforters off the beds and gathered them into a pile in your bedroom. You glanced out of the frosty window, and used your sleeve, picking up the frost on it as you glanced out. The bright white of the snow contrasted the dark oak wood of the railing downstairs, and the snow was piling quite high, to say the least. It piled up over the front porch and made a wall around the house's perimeter. You sighed, frowning. 

The floorboards creaked as Iida placed the 60 gallon storage container down with a soft breath. The short chubby chunks of wood clocked together as he sat it down and he gazed up at you. "Snow will slot against the house soon. I found duct tape." He said, taking the roll out of the bin and stepping towards you. You turned to him and took it.

"Thank you, and yeah. Honestly this is probably the best place to be. Besides, we've got the flashlights, there are plenty of candles and we can light the fire. We have a crank up battery powered radio. Games. Our phones were at 100% and I always have two backup power banks. I think we should be fine." You said, rolling out a line of tape and placing it along the window. You stretched it out to the other end, then used your teeth to rip it from the roll. You pressed it flat to secure it.

Iida turned his back to you and began doing the same to the window nearby. "Correct! I do believe we should be fine. I also brought my laptop and my tablet, and an extra power supply, for the same reasons as yourself."

"Oh! I also have this portable DVD player I got from Sero! He let me borrow it. I borrowed a movie from our local library but, my laptop doesn't have a DVD player. I was going to return it to him when he came but.. since he's not here, it lasts about four hours without charging." You grinned back at him.

"And I did, in fact, find a few dvds in a cabinet in the living room. Suppose it's for the older crowd." You shrugged your shoulders and Iidas face flushed just slightly as he lifted his glasses a bit, using his index and middle fingers.

"Quite possible. My family still purchases dvds on occasion, for, our.." he cleared his throat, "movie nights. Ah.. but, yes. We should gather these supplies. Bring them here." Iida spoke, and dragged the container near the fireplace. He grabbed the box of matches from atop and knelt down in front of it. He used the flashlight to gage the logs already inside, and saw the crumpled up paper between them. He hummed in satisfaction. "Perfect."

He struck one of the matches and lit the fireplace. It took a bit before the flames caught on, but as soon as they swoosh, the embers casted a bright light across his frame, lit up the room, and already began to heat the space. Iida glanced up at you. 

"Let's gather the other things. A towel, to place beneath the door to seal up any air that may come through."

"Right. Okay. I'll go do that. Do you want to grab some candles?"

Iida nodded and stood up, rubbing his hands together and then grabbing both flashlights. He handed you the battery powered one. The two of you went off in your separate directions.

♢ ♢ ♢

You were downstairs, digging through the cabinets and placing the radio on the counter, along with one or two candles. You heard the door upstairs creak and then gazed up to see Iida taking out a long thick towel from the closet.

You had cranked the radio a few times and it was playing a new station loud enough for both you and Iida to hear. It sat on the kitchen island behind you.

"Long, it's really comin' down out there. Weatherman says it'll be a long cold storm. Reminds me of my last marriage. Cold, barren, frozen."

Long laughed, "We really hope everybody out there has found a place to stay inside. News reports are saying rescue vehicles won't be able to make it out until the snow has cleared, and according to the forecast it may take another 48 hours until it stops. It's -10 out there, so bundle up. Several areas in the northwest are experiencing power outages…"

You heard the whistling of the wind as it passed the window and gave a soft shiver. The snowing and cold would stay for that long? You shook your head in disbelief. "Damn.." 

You stood back up, and as you did, a lightbulb went off in the back of your head. The food! You stood up so quick it almost made you dizzy. "Tenya!" You called, voice a bit louder than you meant it to be. Iidas flashlight pointed down the stairs in your direction just as quickly, and you winced and held up an arm to shield your eyes. Iida apologized, light moving to your feet. "What is wrong?" 

"Sorry for yelling, accident. But, the food! Got a bunch of meat and stuff for when we were gonna cook but if the powers gonna be out for a bit it'll probably spoil. But since it's gonna be cold for the next day or so, and it seems the snow isn't going anywhere.."

Iidas eyebrows raised as he caught on. "You want to place it in the snow?"

You nodded your head up at him. "Yeah! I think it's the most feasible and it keeps things from spoiling. Or maybe we can pack some snow or something to make a little insulated fridge?"

Iida hummed lightly at the thought, removing the towel from the closet and closing the door. He draped the towel over the banister and walked downstairs to stand near you.

"Right, the back porch is open ended and we do have about five feet of snow. We could create a dent in the snow and store the food in there." He replied, peeking out of the back window. You saw his breath lightly blow out against the window.

"Let's do it! Oh! And since the waters out, we've got bottles but let's bring a bowl too and we can melt some snow. You get the bowls?" You asked, fancying yourself with grabbing a metal spatula and spoon. Iida gently slipped past you, and there was enough space by the cabinets and sinks, and yet the sturdiness and height of his size still left the presence of his warmth as he passed you. You shivered, lightly, and wondered just how much body heat he produced.. It was your mission, you decided, that you would get to cuddle him tonight. 

Your crush on him had grown in the year and two quarters you'd known each other, and to your friends, it had seemed obvious that the two of you liked each other. With the fumbling embarrassments and the way you two had always looked out for each other (saving seats, buying coffee or hot chocolate or tea in the morning before classes, studying together for classes the two of you didn't even take together..). Denki had called it agonizing to watch, and the group had once even yeeted their plans to leave the two of you alone for a movie date. And yet, still, the two of you hadn't made anything official. 

You decided that today would be the day. You were tired of the slight bit of tight tenseness that flicked in the air like a sparking lighter between the two of you. You were tired of the knuckles brushing, when your hand would fit so perfectly in his own. You had to do something about it. 

You figured, this would be the perfect time to spend more time together, and hopefully pop the question by the night. You knew Iida's class status had limited his.. opportunities. So you came up with a plan as you sat crouched on your knees, digging under the cabinet for trays to make separate compartments in the snow.

Make shadow puppets.

Make s’mores.

Cook over a makeshift stove.

Cuddle. Or at the very least? Confess.

Iida had already agreed to stay in the bedroom with you. That was a good sign. And you were pretty sure his feelings were mutual, if not evidenced by the blushing or foggy glasses whenever the two of you spit compliments at each other. 

Your thinking had taken quite some time. You snapped out of it when you heard a packet touch the countertop, your shoulders jumped and you looked up.

Iida put his hands in the air quickly and apologized. "Ah! My apologies. I was taking the perishables out of the fridge. I didn't mean to startle you." 

You shook your head as you stood up, placing your pans on the counter. "No it's fine! Okay.." When Iida went back to the fridge, you gently nudged him with your hip and you felt his side tense against you before relaxing. You crouched down to look in the fridge. "Ah.. okay. Here."

You gazed into the fridge. Condiments could stay. Raw veggies could stay. Meats could not. So you took the two t-bone steaks out and handed them to Iida. He placed it on the counter, next to the ground beef he'd already taken out. 

You took out the milk and eggs, then the fish. You closed the fridge door and moved to the freezer, taking out the ice cream and chicken. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough. The two of you carried the items to the backdoor, and then went back to put on your coats and boots.

"It's gonna be cold as all hell but it'll probably be fun to build a little ice box!"

Iida nodded his head as he slipped on his boots, tying the laces together. "Indeed! I have never done anything like this. I am quite surprised that these homes do not have backup generators though. You would think they may be used to things of such nature in this area." 

“That's what I thought too but, I don’t think they” you tugged one of your high leg snow boots on with a soft grunt. “thought too much about it for us out here. It’s possible they’ve got one in the bigger houses.” You said, tugging on your last boot and reaching for your coat. “Okay, let's do this.”

♢ ♢ ♢

Teeth chattering, shivers and flecks of snow that landed on your nose. The two of you were crouched on your knees on a doormat at the back door. Gloves were on and you the wind blew on the door. The radio sat beside the two of you on a table, and a candle was lit. The flame flickered, but you’d shielded it from the door quite a bit. 

“...I swear! I feel like I’m making snow angels for food.” You laughed, shaking your head as you scraped snow into the large bowl that Iida held. He tilted his head, his glasses covered in a layer of fog. 

“Snow angels? Ah, I don’t believe I’ve ever done—”

“YOU'VE NEVER MADE SNOW ANGELS?!” You yelped, stabbing the spatula into the hardened snow. The handle stuck out, and Iida jumped slightly in surprise. His face, already somewhat red from the cold, began to darken in color. 

“Well, no. Not quite..”

“Oh, oh no. When this is over, when this snow starts to melt?” You said, picking up the spoon and digging more snow out into the bowl again. “And I bet you’ve never made a snowman either.. We’re making one. Both.” Iida laughed slightly, shaking his head.

“I thank you for the opportunity, however I don’t believe it would be appropriate—”

“We’re adults, not dead, Tenya. We can make snow angels. We can make snowmen. We can have snowball fights and go sledding. Getting older doesn’t mean you can’t have fun anymore.”

Iida blinked at that, quietly. It was silent for a moment, aside from the radio playing a light bit of Christmas Pentatonix, in particular, the Hallelujah cover. He gave a soft smile, a gentle huff through his nose. You saw the breath.

“You are...correct. I do believe my upbringing prevented me from experiencing some of the..more common traditions. I have never had the smore dish, nor have I participated in some of the other activities that you mentioned.. I had seen them on the television but never had I partaken in them. The hot chocolate you served me for example was different from the one that my family has. Ours is bitter, like coffee.” He said, and carefully moved the bowl away. He lifted one of the tin trays and carefully slotted it into the snow, at about a third of the way. He grabbed the other tray and repeated it. 

“Well, don’t you worry your sweet smart mind.” You said, gently nudging him in the side. “We can make s'mores tonight, and when the snow clears up we can do some of the other stuff.” You said, gently placing the meats and such into the ‘fridge’ you’d makeshift with Iida. You laughed. 

“When we close this door, technically it’ll be its own little fridge on its own, you know? This door doubles as two.” You said, shaking your head as you moved the three bowls of snow away from the door, You stood up and closed the door before you let out a sigh and began undressing from your extra layers. “Okay! Let's get this twofer party started.”

♢ ♢ ♢

At least an hour and a half had passed. You and Iida had stripped out of the clothes you had worn into more comfortable clothing. The fireplace had lit the entire room up with enough light, and warmth, to keep the two of you occupied. You had dragged a fluffy rug from downstairs to lay on the floor in front of the fireplace, and had loaded the space with pillows and the comforters you'd found. 

The towel had been stuffed under the door to keep a draft from coming in and the both of your suitcases sat by the door as well. Carefully placed on the small table near the two of you were your electronics and portable chargers, along with the flashlights. The radio was still playing nearby, and you had a pack of spare batteries in the nightstand.

 The oven rack currently sat by the fire, and Iida had a pair of fire resistant gloves on. You currently sat with the Dutch oven, already having seared and seasoned the chicken. You were currently mixing up the onions, bell peppers, garlic, ginger, tomatoes, and other vegetables. You mixed them up, adding in your seasoning salt, a bit of cayenne pepper, turmeric, curry powder, salt, pepper, and a few other spices and seasonings after adding the ingredients to the pot. You mixed it up, and Iida watched in amazement. 

"Your cooking abilities always fascinate me. I can make simple meals but never anything this extravagant." 

You giggled at that and shook your head. "Thank you. Here," you handed him the Dutch oven. "Put it on?" He carefully maneuvered the rack onto the fire, and placed the oven on top. After, he removed his gloves and sat them aside. 

"It's not that hard you know. I can teach you. It's all about knowing what goes good together. Plus you guys make good food too. I just use different seasonings." You smiled at him, then scooted back to lean against the footboard of the bed. Iida shifted to sit back against it as well, nodding. 

"Quite true.."

"I think you just like my cooking." You wiggled your eyebrows at him and Iida pushed his glasses up, blushing slightly.

"You- You are not incorrect! I do adore your cooking..You look so focused when you cook, and you cut with a ragged precision. You have the same look on your face as when you are folding clothing in the laundry room. Content. I quite enjoy that look."

You blinked at him, a warm fuzzy feeling butterflying in your stomach. "Awww.."

You hadn't realized Iida paid as much attention to you as you do him. Your heartbeat gave a little patter, and you leaned over slightly, allowing your arm to touch his own. He stiffened for a moment before he relaxed. Iida cleared his throat with a soft cough and scratched his cheek. "Ah! I do that doesn't come off as too unusual—"

You waved your hand and shook your head. "No, no really. It's fine, it's sweet. It's nice to know someone notices things like that about me. Especially you." 

There was a moment of silence, and you could almost hear Iidas blush as the two of you sat side by side, food cooking over the stove. After a few moments you approached the oven, put on the gloves, and gave the food a bit of a stir. You dropped a chicken bullion cube in, and added a bit of water and gave the food a good stir. You hummed at the savory flavor wafting up from the pot, lightly boiling even. When it did, you poured a bag of brown lentils in, mixed the soup up, and then put the top back on it. 

"Give it another half an hour, maybe more since we're cooking over a fire, and it should be ready." You said, then shifted to turn to face him with a smile. "Iida. So you've never made shadow puppets?"

The male blinked at you, sitting up a bit straighter. "No, I have not. I'm aware it consists of moving and shaping your fingers in certain ways, however."

You shook your shoulders in excitement and crawled closer to the male. "Okay, it's your lucky day because I'm totally teaching you how this works. So, the most basic one is a bunny.."

You curled, and bent your pinky and ring fingers down and placed your thumb over it, holding your index and middle fingers straight up. You angled your hand so only the gap between your ring and index finger showed on the wall, showing an eye. 

"Well, it looks more like a hare, actually." You and Iida both laughed, and you reached over to gently take Iidas fingers and position them. His hands were softer than you had expected, though you had often seen Iida rub lotion over his hands. Your fingertips gently caressed his hands as you helped him position them correctly.

Iidas face lit up, bright and white teeth in view, a soft sparkle glinting over his eyes as he looked at the wall and saw the hare you'd helped him create. "Astonishing! To think one could create such symbols with only their hands! I do not believe this is how people communicated in the Pleistocene but it is fascinating to believe that they did!" 

You smiled, so warm that your eyes crinkled on the ends, and your bottom lip pressed up with your smile. It was a child-like wonder that Iida exhibited it, and you felt so.. happy, to be a part of the experience with him. You nodded your head. "Yeah, I mean it isn't completely a exaggerated thought." 

You said, scooching closer so your thighs touched, and you leaned against his side. You took his hand in yours again and began to reposition his fingers. 

"If they communicated with drawings on a wall, who's to say that they didn't use shadows to communicate too?" You said, voice softer and laced with silk and vanilla.

You curled Iidas index and middle fingers down, using your thumb to gently position his thumb straight upward. You placed his ring fingers gently on top of his pinky and then sliding your palms down to the thickness of his wrist. You felt his pulse beneath his skin as you gently turned his arm, and through the dancing light, a hound appeared from the shadow of his hand.

"And that there is a hound."  You smiled, leaning your chin on Iidas upper arm as you watched his eyes flicker as he contemplated what you'd shown him. "Amazing!" You laughed, soft and warm. Your cheek bounced gently against his upper arm in response, and the thick muscle flexed lightly before relaxing. 

"It is cute. A bit cartoonish looking, but adorable." You said, then shifted away from him to give the food another stir, the spices lightly wafting into the air. When you finished, you scooted back beside Iida and took both his hands in yours again, and he had shifted so his knees were folded (quite a funny sight on such a tall, broad man) and both of your knees touched. 

"Okay.. I know a few others too, so let me show you.."

♢ ♢ ♢

You'd shown Iida several other animals, ranging from cardinal to elephant to bull. Each touch of your hands had your heart wallowing in a sweet, soft simmer. There was a look in the both of your eyes, something adjacent to the flickering orange of the fire behind you. Something brimming on a shooting star adoration, on a rainbow in a puddle on a city sidewalk. It all felt natural, to be this close. To be alone, with him. Here, in this moment, sharing the warmth of fingertips and palms and gently bumping knees. 

You were glad it was just you and him. You would've wished for nothing more. 

A bit after you had taught him more about shadow puppets, and you and Iida had conjured stories and wise tales of the animals you'd made, the two of you took bowls full of the curry you had made. 

As soon as iida took a sip, he had moaned and praised your cooking as always. His eyebrows had scrunched with the flavor, his nose twitched and his glasses had fogged with the heat of the soup. You had laughed and shook your head at him. The two of you had turned the portable DVD player on, and watched the movie that was inside. It happened to be Treasure Planet, and the two of you sat next to each other with a blanket over your shoulders as you watched the movie. 

After dinner had finished (and Iida had taken 3 bowls full, you had grabbed the steel skewers you'd taken, the Dutch oven and rack set aside. 

"Ready to make s'mores? Or at the very least, roast some marshmallows?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows as you stuck a marshmallow onto a skewer and stuck it out over the fire.. Iida nodded his head.

"Quite so! How different does it taste?" He asked as you slowly rotated the marshmallow. 

You laughed, "don't let it cool or it tastes weird but, They have a bit of a crunch on the outside when you toast them. They're sweet too, still. Maybe a bit sweeter than normal. Here, try it for yourself." You said, then handed him the skewer. Iida gazed at the lightly browned outside, tilting his head before he took a bite of it. He shuddered and nodded his head. "Quite sweet!"

You nodded your head, skewering a marshmallow yourself. "Yep! Would you like to try a smore? It'll be sweet too and I know you're not super fond of them." You said, tilting your head back at him. Iida sat beside you and gently peeked over your shoulder, lifting his glasses to watch.

"I would still like to try it, indeed. Thank you." You nodded and tilted your head to the side. "Grab the Graham crackers and the Hersheys by the window." 

Iida did as you asked, bringing back the ingredients on the plate. You placed the marshmallow on top of the chocolate, and the heat helped to meld everything together. Iida lifted it and took a bit and shuddered again at the sweetness. He licked his lips, the marshmallow and chocolate had stringed slightly. When he swallowed he hummed. "Quite sweet, really! Not bad, however. I do think it is nice."

You laughed and gently nudged him with your elbow. "Don't force yourself Ten! If you don't like it, don't eat it." 

"Incorrect! It is my first smore, and I will finish it!" Iida said firmly, and you laughed and placed the skewer aside, reaching over to try and take the plate from him.

He leaned back, picking up the s'more and taking another bite and you yelled, "Ten stoop!" Long and drawn out, a whine really. 

You laughed, and Iida turned his back away from you and you heard the crunch of the cracker as he took another bite.  You leaned over him and patted his shoulders. The broad muscles did nothing beneath your hands. By the time you got Iida to turn back to you, his cheeks were stuffed like Theodore the chipmunk and he had crumbs around his mouth. He swallowed, and then carefully wiped his mouth with a napkin and grinned at you.

You were silent for a moment before you burst into laughter, and Iida followed moments after. "It truly was not that bad! Quite sweet, indeed!"

You gave a soft shove to his shoulder. "Yeah but you didn't have to force yourself to eat it! I'd have eaten the rest for you."

"Once again, incorrect! I must follow through on my first experiences." He nodded firmly and then stood up to put away the chocolate, crackers, and marshmallows once again.

As you sat there watching him, stacking the snacks in the corner by the window in his blend spa joggers from Brunello Cucinelli, and the dark blue sweater from earlier, you decided it was now or never. You were tired of the soft flirtations.

"Tenya?" You called softly. He turned his head to you. "Yes?"

"C'mere." You patted the rug in front of you and the male returned to sit, tilting his head. He glanced over at the fire for a moment and gave the logs a bit of a stir with the skewer before he tilted his head. "Are you alright? Cold still?"

You shook your head and grabbed his hands, letting your thumbs gently rub over his knuckles. He shivered, cheeks reddening. You saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, his eyebrows furrowing. "Ah..??" 

You gave him a stern look after taking a deep breath. "Okay. Tenya. I'm gonna just say it. I like you. Like, a lot. We've been friends for a while now and I've had the biggest crush on you and just, spending this time here with you has made me realize how much I enjoy your presence. Just you and me. So, will you be my boyfriend? Maybe we can go on a legitimate date after this is all over?"

Iida blinked at you, quietly for a moment before his entire face blossomed cherry pie. His shoulders jumped when he finally processed your words and you found yourself smiling slightly. That was a good reaction. 

"Why, quite. I mean? Yes! I.. I admit I also have feelings for you. I believe, according to Shoto, it was even obvious enough for him. However, I did not want to ruin our friendship or create an awkward position." He said, clearing his throat. A brighter smile overtook your face and you shook your head. 

"Of course not—" "Then of course! I'd love the honor of being your boyfriend." 

With a squeak of excitement, you threw your arms around Iidas neck and squished yourself into the warmth of his chest. He made a soft oomph with the force you tossed yourself at him with. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you squeezed yourself closer, into his lap, taking in the fresh linen and light beachy scent of his cologne. 

He pressed his face into your shoulder, his glasses pushing up and the frame gently pressed against your shoulder. After a moment of just holding one another, with the fire cackling behind you, you loosened your hold and gazed into his eyes, navy blue with flecks of burgundy. You always thought his eyes were a beautiful color. You bit your bottom lip for a moment and let your eyes trail to his lips.

"Can I kiss you?" You asked him, your fingers gently trailing the line of his jaw. He nodded his head, softly then reached up to remove his glasses. You gave a soft huff of a laugh through your nose and raised an eyebrow. His voice came out low as he spoke.

"I've heard they become quite annoying during moments of intimacy. I would prefer them not to fog when our lips touch." 

Your cheeks warmed at his comment, and you rolled your eyes and placed both palms on his cheeks. You let your fingers gently trail along his cheekbones before you tilted your head and leaned in, a slight coil in your stomach

Your soft lips touched his own, and you felt the coil tighten, along with a pattering of your heartbeat. The movies had lied about the fireworks, but when your soft lips brushed against his own you knew it felt right. Like every hesitant brush of your fingers, every crooked smile and soft snort, every hug for hello and see you later collaged for this moment. That your lips and his, even if slightly clumsy, had found a rhythm that matched the cogs of a music box. 

Sure, there weren't any fireworks, but with the cackling of the fire behind the two of you, and his warm broad hand gently stroking along the length of your back, and your lips softly melding? You sure as hell could see where they got that idea from.

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[teddieh]

You Love Him, You Do. Aizawa Version.

Molden onyx eyes

five'o'clock shadow

Hair as thick and dark

As Louisiana vines,

His time

Is precious. 

From his Yellow sleeping bag

He emerges, black rose

In bloom.

You'd wondered why 

His lithe body would wiggle in

A color so bright

For resting

He's seen enough of the dark

Every lifetime. 

Life-line, the radiator

Of your body is soothing

Moving, his fingers trace 

Your collarbone

When you question him

The slight chap if his lips

Brushes your skin,

The stubble a comfortable scratch

He grins, chest heaving as he inhales

Your scent. He hums. 

You recognize, for him, its proof

You're still alive.

His eyes, always

Soft dipped and mug

Bagged, deep 

And dark set, worn.

Born and reborn

Tired. And your lips

Brushing his soft skin

Are relief, a chance to

Shut his eyes. He sighs

Deep and heavy within his chest. 

You're his partner, cherished

After long nights of patrol

Feet dragging in your home

Smelling of gas and smoke

Of cigarettes, of grime and night

Life, the slight twinge of metal 

And stale perfume, you croon 

And lead him to the tub,

A bath warmed and and wifting

Of sandalwood and peppermint

All for his benefit--

You love him, you do.

Lithe bodied and welcoming

To you.

His monotone drone

Held inflections

Of amusement and pride

Of happiness and stride

You'd only learned over time.

His presence and love

Took more than hello

Took more than one homemade

Bento, took the bright

Of your smile, book genre

Talk for a while, took patience

And sitting in the silence of a room.

And slowly, he began to open to you

Guitar and wine in the late afternoon

A dark chuckle, and sense of humor 

To boot. It'd taken months before

He'd let your fingers ghost the 

Scars on his flesh, the Cresent moon

Beneath his eye was no exception.

You weren't an obsession

But he was an addict to the 

Warmth you made him feel, real

And normal. When you'd sit on the

Cushions of the couch, molded

With the shape of your butts,

As you tapped your pen

And helped him grade papers--

When your shoulders touched

Eating takeout for dinner or leftovers

From lunch, half-assed watching some

Re-run show. You know,

Eachother well enough to know the tv

Is background noise for shared breathing

And the company 

Of each others presence.

Your essence evolved

Into a comfort he didn't realize

He was missing. Time and you

Helped to mend, to scar over

constant wounds from a past 

that coexisted 

With his present. 

Your presence made home

Feel homely, unbarren. 

Photos and cute cat food bowls,

Blankets and silverware

With designs, a project to paint

The house had been drawn up

And all you two needed was time. 

A puzzle piece that just clicked

Into place. His space once less 

Evolved into more.

Romance

Was no longer an angel

He didn't believe in. 

[teddieh]

He Knew He Loved You When..

Haha look at me starting a new poetry series when I haven't finished my last one.. 😰 had a lot of Aizawa inspiration for some reason. Enjoy! Gender Neutral reader.

His yellow goggles were a gift

With heavy bearing. He knew

He loved you the day after you'd 

Washed away the sweat

and tears and grime, polished

And carefully restored the goggles

To their prime 

And left them shining

Beside his early morning cup

of Earl Gray. 

[teddieh]

You Love Him, You do. Future Trunks Version.

Back at it again! Hope ya'll enjoy. Its staggering how different my poetry is for fandom verses my outside work. I hope to edit these one day. 🥰

His baby blue hues

Bring out the soft lavender

Strands of hair whisked

Over the tips of his ears,

Or swept over his shoulders.

Caress as soft as Southern water

His eyebrows crinkle in when he thinks

Thick lavender slant with the furrow

Of his thoughts. Soft dip

Of the bridge of his nose to the tip, his lip

Caught between his teeth as he thinks

And only the smoothness of your touch on his cheeks 

brings him back--

he sighs, deep

From within his chest.

You can see the muscles relax

when he leans into you.

Strands of hair tickling your forehead and you're aware of him

And all the memories this man has seen, 

What each callous on his palm 

and scar beneath his neckline means,

What breath meant to a man

Who once only saw his purpose 

As fighting, as revenge, as savior

As lone, as

"I can't find hope in the present, but

if I change the past, can I

find hope for the future?"

A hope for those he'd hardly known,

Filled with a sorrow, plaguing his soul

Of thunder and lightening, and going home

Alone.

Your hands had cupped the cream of his cheeks and whispered

That he is. And always has been

Enough. 

Tough has no meaning in your arms,

And he relishes in it.

Inhaling, Absorbing

the comfort of your touch, like ki,

You're the sheath to his sword

His grounding.

When your body rises and falls, 

The sun and moon beside him

Each evening, when the moonlight

Traces the curves of your side,

He thanks Kami for finding you.

For every Bento you've made him,

With all the cutely cut broccoli florets 

To the bear shaped riceballs

He adored you.

And you,

You love him too, you do.

Your silky strand'd lavender boo.

When his fingers carved carefully around the wooden homes

He'd craft for the chittering birds

In his mother's garden.

You were hypnotized

By the way his fingers glided through

The center part of his hair and

The soft chuckle and hunch

Of his shoulders when he laughed.

'Love the way he spoke

So tenderly of his old mentor,

A glossy, far-away look in his eyes,

And how he flinched, shoulders trembling

As you held him to your side…

You framed the image in your mind, how surprised

he'd been when you'd fashioned flowers around the grave he'd built

Of stone for Gohan, how wide

his eyes had gone when you bowed your head

And thanked him for his role

Introduced yourself, told him

He didn't have to worry,

Trunks had found his home.

[teddieh]

Hallo folks! Im not a super frequent writer on here but I thought I'd say something because I've noticed new peeps (hi guys! Lovely to meet you! Hope everyone is doing well, staying safe, drinking water, and having a good day!)

So, the term just ended, grad applications are due, and I've been pre swamped. But here's one thing I'm working on out of many. 🤣

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COSMICAMOROSA THOUGHT SHE WAS SLICK

hiding her Patreon link like that. #cosmicamorosa #bnhafanart

THIS IS @teddieh​ AND KIRI. 

You know this INCREDIBLE artist (18+ examples)? You’ve seen her stuff everywhere I’m sure. It’s inclusive as FUCK, SUPER high quality, and so fucking sexy and natural.

She works incredibly hard to improve her drawing and animation skills and it took FOREVER for her to start accepting tips. She has no content on her page right now, but if you join for the SUPER FUCKING LOW PRICE of 3 bucks you get access to polls, her archive (ALL THEM JUICY ASS DRAWINGS) and I’m sure other stuff in the future. She has a $1 support tier too.

She just launched it so we need to show her that she’s not going to be sneaky and escape the love.

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