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Hi, I'm Lena, and I'm trying to get into actually posting some of the things (fanfic) I write! All my work will be "plus size reader", because we truly don't have enough of it!! It's mostly going to be "character x reader" or "character x OC", but we will see what happens!! Lena's Masterlist If the link doesn't work, try searching for "Lena's Masterlist" or "Masterlist" and it should pop up!!

[writing-for-amusement]

Lena’s Masterlist!!

Here we go, trying to make a masterlist, please let me know if this works properly!! All of my fics are plus size reader.

Series:

Commission for Confidence, Artist Peter Parker x Plus Size Reader

Summary:  Y/N has been struggling with her self-esteem for years. After incessant pushing from your best friend, Y/N decides to commission an artist to draw her, expecting everything to happen via Internet. However, when your phone is stolen, you try to cancel the commission, but Peter Parker has other ideas. He quickly becomes enraptured by you, and a friendship forms easily. Will it lead to something more? Or will your past fears get in the way?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Peter’s Apartment Design

Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby, Harrison Osterfield x Fashion Designer Plus Size Reader

Summary:  As a young and successful fashion designer, you approach Joshua Kane to do a collaboration that brings regular and plus size high-end fashion into the world; your plan is to take the world by storm. Harrison Osterfield becomes the one to model one half of your masterpiece, and on the trek to find the perfect model for the other half, you keep coming up empty. After encouragement from Joshua and Harrison, you agree to model it yourself. This means that you’ll work even closer to Harrison, and you’re worried that your budding feelings for him, and his hidden ones for you, could ruin the collection and everything you’ve worked for. But perhaps the road to the fashion storm will also lead to a new power couple in the fashion world.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Keep It Secret, Zendaya Coleman x Plus Size Reader

Summary:  Ever since your soulmate told you to stop writing on your skin because they didn’t want to communicate, you did as they asked even though it hurt your heart. During the first day of your new job as an “emergency woman” on a film set, you forget your notepad and planner, so you have to write on your skin. When you’re then called to the makeup trailer to deal with an emergency, you meet Zendaya Coleman, with your supply list on her wrist. You vow to keep your status as her soulmate a secret, even if it hurts, because all you want is for her to be happy. Even if it’s to your detriment.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

One Shots:

How Long? Eggsy Unwin x Plus Size Reader, SMUT

Summary:  You were a weapons expert and creator for Kingsmen and you’d been working yourself to the bone since the Golden Circle was disbanded. Eggsy Unwin, your close friend and crush that you refused to acknowledge, notices that you’re exhausted. You dismiss his offer to help you relax, but after he tucks you into bed after you fell asleep in your workshop, some feelings come out that you weren’t expecting.

Requests:

Never Gonna Leave, Eddie Brock/Venom x Plus Size Reader, part of Lena’s 150 Follower Celebration

Request: “Uuuuh how about a venom x plus size reader who is made fun of for her size and venom/Eddie gives her a little comfort ((and maybe decides to get some revenge????)) cause those stories make me soft.”

[sozila]

❝ ━━━ when he knew

college au ౨·౿ bakugou 𝔁 f!reader ౨·౿ sfw drabble, fluff!

masterlist | wc: 1.5k

"that's it. i'm fucking done!"

you wailed with a noise of irritation, a string of curses leaving your lips unceremoniously. you kicked the bottom of the unresponsive vending machine with a force enough to rattle the case, but your bag of cool ranch doritos wasn't budging. this, seemingly, was your last straw.

"do you need a minute, or…?" your head whips over to see a familiar blonde, the one from your business lecture. he always sat two rows in front of you and you were able to see him playing 2048 on his computer instead of taking notes. it pissed you off, considering he always made the highest score on exams.

your eye twitches. "i'm sorry, am i inconveniencing you from getting a drink?"

"well actually, yeah—"

"well that's too damn bad. i don't give a fuck! can't you see the damn thing isn't even fucking working?! god, this was the last thing i needed today, are you joking?!" you continue your long tirade of curses and word vomit at the poor guy, but he was completely blocking you out. your words sounded underwater to his inner thoughts. he was more focused on looking at you. he liked the sound of your voice, especially when you were yelling. he liked the way your expression changed before you said something rude, as though every thought appeared on your face before it reached your mouth. did you always wear your hair down like that? and your earrings, don't you usually wear hoops on tuesdays?

he's only brought back to reality when you flick him on the forehead. "that's so fucking rich, bakugou. what, never been yelled at before?!"

he blinks. the place where your finger had struck his forehead stinging faintly, though not nearly enough to justify the expression that crawled across his face. his eyebrows pulled together and his mouth twisted into a sour scowl.

“the fuck was that for?"

“you were zoning the fuck out!” you snapped, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “i’ve been talking this entire time and you were just standing there staring at me like i'm an alien.” “you weren’t talking. you were throwing a tantrum about your shitty day.”

“oh, fuck off! you’d be pissed too if you had the same day!”

bakugou glanced past you toward the vending machine, where the bright blue bag remained caught between two of the metal coils. it was close enough to falling that even the slightest movement should have knocked it loose, but it hung there stubbornly, appearing almost purposeful in the way it denied you what you wanted.

“how much did you put in?”

you sigh exasperatedly. “why does that matter?”

he doesn't ask again, just stares at you with that same monotone and off-putting face you were so used to.

“it was two dollars and fifty cents,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “and it isn’t about the money. it’s the principle of it.”

he looked back at you, his eyes dragging over your face for a moment longer than necessary. your cheeks were tinted warmer from yelling, your hair slightly mussed from where you had repeatedly pushed it away from your face. the fact that he was paying any attention to you bothered him.

“the principle,” he repeated, his voice flat.

“yes, the principle, bakugou. i paid for something, so i should receive it. that’s how transactions work. no free lunch? don’t you pay attention in class?”

a scoff leaves his lips instantly. “more than you, apparently.”

your eyes narrowed. “all you do is fuck around every lecture!”

“and?”

“and you still get the highest grade every time! which is deeply annoying, and honestly a little sus.”

“and you look at my exam score every time they get passed back.”

your mouth opened, but whatever insult had been waiting on your tongue failed to arrive. instead, you stared at him with an expression caught somewhere between disbelief and accusation. “how do you even know i'm looking?”

“i can see you leering over your macbook in the reflection of my screen. you’re not subtle at all,” he muttered.

before you could continue the petty argument, he grabbed the sides of the vending machine, ignoring the confused noise you made behind him, and gave it one violent pull forward. the machine rocked beneath his hands before slamming back against the wall, the impact loud enough to echo throughout the otherwise empty hallway. your doritos dropped from the coil and landed in the tray with a soft crinkly thwack.

“holy shit,” you breathed, pushing past him to retrieve the goods.

you crouched to pull out the bag, clutching it against your chest as though he had just rescued something worth far more than a measly two-fifty. the anger that had consumed you only moments ago disappeared so quickly it was almost unsettling, replaced by a smile so unguarded that bakugou found himself staring again. you looked different when you smiled properly.

he had seen you laugh in class before, usually when the girl beside you whispered something during the professor’s lectures, but those smiles had always been brief and half-hidden behind your hand. this one took over your entire face, softening the crease between your eyebrows and making your eyes brighten with an amount of happiness that was completely unreasonable considering you were only holding a bag of doritos. the inferior flavor, no less. spicy nacho was worlds better.

“you almost knocked the whole thing over,” you said, standing again. “i think that technically counts as destruction of university property.”

“ehhhhh? you fuckin' kicked it first!”

“tomato, tomato.” you yanked apart at the top of the bag, struggling for a moment before it tore open too forcefully and sent a puff of seasoning into the air. you coughed, turning your face away as bakugou covered his nose with the collar of his shirt.

“fuckin' hell,” he said. “you can’t do anything normally, can you?”

bakugou had never spoken to you before today.

not properly, anyway. during the first week of classes, you sat right behind him. you had asked to borrow a pencil then, and he had told you to bring your own. you had called him an asshole beneath your breath, apparently unaware that he could hear you. after that, you moved to sit two rows behind him out of pure spite. bakugou looked at you again and felt something inside him change with enough discomfort to make his stomach lurch. it was ridiculous. he barely knew you, and yet some part of him seemed to have decided otherwise months ago. memorizing you piece by piece while he pretended to focus on the numbers moving across his computer screen.

“bakugouuu! i said thanks for getting my chips!” you said, waving a hand in front of his face. "jeez, what a weirdo.." you muttered under your breath.

he caught your wrist before your fingers could touch his forehead again, the movement automatic. your skin was cool beneath his palm, and your words stopped abruptly as you looked down at where he was holding you. bakugou released you quickly after, and it made the gesture seem more unnatural.

“s'nothing. don't flick me again.”

“quit zoning out!”

“you talk too fuckin' much!”

you smiled again, clearly amused by his irritation, and bakugou felt the same awful tightening in his chest. he was deeply aware of what it was.

you held the open bag toward him, tilting it slightly in offering. “want one?”

bakugou stared down at it before looking back at you. there was dorito dust near the corner of your mouth, and he had to curl his fingers into his palm to stop himself from reaching up and wiping it away.

“no.”

you shrugged. “alright. i'm not asking twice,” you stuff your mouth with another two pieces, clearly too big to chew in one go. it made you look like a chipmunk. a cute one, he thought. fuck.

you turned and started walking toward the lecture hall, apparently assuming that he would follow you. after a few steps, you looked over your shoulder and frowned when you saw that he had not moved.

“are you coming? class starts in like three minutes.”

bakugou was confused, but he still picked up his bag from the floor and walked towards you. you waited until he caught up anyway, falling into step beside him as though the two of you had walked to class together a hundred times before.

you began talking again almost immediately, moving on to a new complaint about the upcoming exam, and bakugou listened with his eyes fixed straight ahead.

two years later, he's looking at how your breath evens while you sleep in his bed, curled into his side. he pushed the hair from out of your face, pressing a chaste kiss on your lashes. you had asked him earlier that night when he knew he loved you. he brushed you off at the time, but now he was pretty damn sure.

i saw someone duking it out with a vending machine today and this populated in my mind of minds. urgh

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[writing-for-amusement]

Mini update for "Love You Louder" (which I have actively been working on) and literally anything else I might do:

My laptop charger finally gave up and my laptop started having problems (it was fine the day before so it's very confusing; the only thing was an update the day before that, that started without my permission btw). I have a new charger on the way and hopefully it'll solve everything and then I won't have to go through more of that stress. But as it is, I can't currently work on the next update itself since what I had written was saved on my laptop. I have another laptop (I got it for Christmas but didn't need it at the time, how fortunate) that I have been setting up, so there's that at least.

I've also been going through it, pain wise. I've got chronic pain already but something happened and I am Extra Fucked up in the shoulders and upper back rn, but the steps I've been taking to recover are working, just slowly. And the worst of that pain was BAD. I don't normally have bouts of pain where I'm unable to stop verbal responses, but I was in the midst of one and it took a lot out of me too. And mental stuff ofc, and I need to decide if I'm replying to a court thing or if I'm gonna do this facilitation program.

Tldr: my laptop with my current works is presently out of action and I'm not sure when I'll get Love You Louder updated, and my disabilities (that I still struggle to call disabilities due to my own issues but I'm working on it) be disabling 🫠🫠

[criminalmutantsins]

I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion but I’m going to say it:

Toshinori’s regular form is way more attractive than his All Might form.

[nesting-dreams]

honestly, I don’t think his all-might form is that attractive. Cuz it’s him putting on an image. I like him as his normal self.

[sareenthedreamer]

I would take that beautiful old man any day.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[writing-for-amusement]

Love You Louder, 2

A/N: Yeah once again, idfk lmaoooooo, hope you all like it though! I'm still not doing super great but I'm still kicking. (also good on me for actually posting more writing lmaoooo)

Also this one is more from Reader's perspective, but I do want to continue this at least another part? Hopefully a little more but who knows, I'm mainly focused on getting through each day as they come.

Content Warnings: some unbalanced relationship dynamics, some swearing, suggestive themes, making out with Hawks, some anxiety, reader is a bit shy, fluff, I probably missed some stuff and this is probably pretty ASS but at least it's out there, not beta read but I did proof read it a bit (sorry if there's any grammatical errors)

Part 1

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Plus Size! Fem Reader

“Wow, these are, holy cow, these are beautiful,” you sputtered as the delivery man placed a huge vase of flowers into your arms. Your nose was immediately filled with their floral scent and the delivery man bid a speedy goodbye before you could really get your bearings.

You made it to the living room and placed the vase on the coffee table. The flowers were beautiful, bright and healthy, a lovely combination of your favorite blooms and colors. You even saw snapdragons, one of your all time favorites, spread throughout. And tucked within the blooms was a card the color of Keigo’s eyes.

Tentatively so as to not disturb the flowers too much, you pulled the card from its holder and opened it carefully. Keigo’s easily recognizable scrawl didn’t take up too much space on the card, but the words themselves filled your heart with warmth.

“These flowers don’t compare to your beauty. My heart soars with you, chickadee. Love, Kei.”

You chuckled to yourself, something in your chest shifting as you folded the card and looked at the flowers again. It was perhaps the most intricate bouquet Keigo had ever given you, which was saying something because the first few he’d gotten you were downright extravagant. This one, though, felt different. You couldn’t quite place it, but it was as if that something in your chest had raised its head and woken up to the flowers.

How curious.

Keigo arrived home an hour later (to your mild surprise). You’d been in the bathroom when he walked in so you were unable to greet him as usual. He’d called out to you right as you were washing your hands and you didn’t hear it, and you simply assumed that he was at the other end of the apartment where the big windows were. Your mouth was open to call back to him as you opened the bathroom door, when you found yourself jumping back in shock, a yelp piercing the otherwise quiet apartment.

Keigo was right there, outside the door, almost like he’d had his body pressed against it. His wings blocked the rest of the doorway and he had that huge playful grin on his face.

“Hiya sweetheart,” he greeted with amusement, as if he hadn’t just made you jump out of your skin. “How ya doing in there?”

You put your hand on your chest, trying to calm your breathing and your racing heart, and sent him a not-completely-serious-but-still-a-little-irritated glare. “You must’ve crossed the apartment in a few seconds, you surprised the hell outta me.”

His grin widened and a hand reached out, cupping your cheek. Your heart thudded against your ribs as those golden eyes found yours, unable to stop yourself from nuzzling into his touch.

“Sorry to scare you, sweetheart, but I do love how fast your heart is beating right now,” Keigo flirted, his eyes gleaming as more blood rushed to your cheeks to heat them. You took his hand from your cheek and held it a little loosely between you.

“S-stop loitering around the bathroom,” you attempted to change the subject. “Let me get outta here, c’mon Kei. Then I can give you a proper kiss.”

Keigo hummed as if considering it, tilting his head as he leaned towards you. He had that predatory look in his eyes, the one that said he wanted to eat you for every meal, and it sparked across your skin. You tried to look unbothered but you had a feeling you weren’t doing very well.

Finally, your boyfriend moved, leading you out of the bathroom by your now clasped hands. He kept his eyes on you as he walked backwards, towards the living room.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way,” you broke the quiet, looking at them on the table. “They’re gorgeous.”

Keigo hummed again, finally turning around (he didn’t drop your hand, you noticed) and looking at the flowers. He was smirking as he scanned them, noting the card neatly on the table.

“Still not as gorgeous as you, though, chickadee,” he said.

You chuckled lightly, “I loved the card,” you admitted, glancing away shyly. “My heart soars with you, too, you know.”

A red feather urged your face to turn back to your boyfriend. Once again, he was closer than you expected, and that grin was back on his lips. “Didn’t you promise me a proper kiss?” he asked.

You feigned thinking about it, giggling at the pout Keigo immediately sprouted. Without any other preamble, you pressed your lips to his, and he melted immediately while kissing back with fervor. His free hand snaked out and pulled you even closer by the small of your back, pressing you and your soft stomach into his toned hero body. He licked your lip, which was enough to bring your brain back from a small anxiety spiral about your stomach. Those beautiful wings wrapped around the two of you, shutting out the rest of the world.

Keigo nipped your bottom lip, a satisfied chuckle leaving him when you opened your mouth in response. Your tongues slid together and you could taste the fried chicken he must’ve had during his lunch on his shift. He finally let go of your hand, dragging his up your body and latching onto your hip. His hold was firm, almost possessive, and everything he was doing was making you feel fuzzy and excited. Judging by how hard Keigo felt against you, he was feeling just as excited.

You took your own hand and traced it up his torso, resting it on his chest.

Keigo pulled back with a gasp, his breathing heavy and his gaze dark with desire. You were panting too, and a gasp left you as your boyfriend attached his lips to your neck. He kissed lightly first, but you heard him breathe in deeply and a groan left him. It vibrated across your skin deliciously.

“Your smell is so fucking addicting,” Keigo murmured into your collarbone. “Can’t believe you’re mine, everyday,” he kept kissing, hot and present and focused, but you managed to hear a “I’m so lucky,” over the sound of your own heartbeat. His hands were randomly squeezing your hips, almost like he was amazed you were actually there.

Yes, that’s what it was… Reverence. Everything he had done so far, even that bouquet, had a thread of reverence that hadn’t been present in your relationship before. Love and adoration, sure, but something this devoted? This focused and poignant and the kind of heavy that settles in your bones and heals instead of hurts? That was something you had never experienced.

You blinked back from your revelation at the same time that Keigo nibbled on a patch of skin on your neck. His lips curled into a smirk when you gasped ever so lightly at that sensation.

“Always so quiet,” he breathed, hardly removing his lips from the addicting taste of your skin, “but you open up for me every time, don’t you baby?”

You exhaled a little nervously, flustered, “C’mon Kei, you know I do.”

He hummed before biting again. His tongue came out and teased the spot, but it was your lover sucking that bit of sensitive skin into his mouth that made you whimper.

“I know chickadee,” Keigo finally moved back, not far, but enough that you could meet his gaze and your head could cool just a touch. His eyes had that reverent look to them and the depths of it caught you off-guard. You couldn’t help but look away shyly, unsure of how to handle that sort of attention even if you knew that your owns eyes had sent that same look to him countless times before.

One of his hands finally moved down in a hot trail to your thigh, suddenly gripping and pulling your leg up and around his waist. His lips continued to decorate your sensitive neck in kisses and nips as his hands kneaded your body where he held you. Keigo’s hair tickled your nose a bit, so you slid one hand from his neck up into his hair, pushing the strands from your nose.

Your hand gripped his hair as he suddenly sucked a harsh hickey onto your neck. His groan almost echoed in your ears from the proximity and you suddenly worried that your heart might be going way too fast. Something felt a little fluttery almost in your lungs, and you moved both hands to your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Kei,” you mumbled, and he hummed in acknowledgment. “Kei, h-hold on, please.”

With a last inhale of the juncture of your throat and shoulder, Keigo moved back a bit. He was always so sweet when you got overwhelmed. He didn’t move too far away, even keeping your leg wrapped around his waist, but there was space between your faces.

He let out an adoring coo, one hand now rubbing comforting circles on your upper back. “Sorry chickadee, did I get too hot too fast?”

You felt a little embarrassed so you looked away. It wasn’t like you could help it! Everything Keigo did made your heart flip, butterflies flying amok in your stomach. To your credit, you had come a long way with your shyness in your adulthood, especially now with Keigo’s… everything.

Keigo made another noise of amusement laced with love. “I made your skin so hot,” he murmured, fingers coming to brush your neck. Your breath caught and Keigo’s grin was predatory.

“Well, that’s what happens when you bite and bring blood to the surface,” you muttered, eyes flickering around the room.

“You’re so responsive,” he continued, almost like he was in a trance as his eyes and fingers traced the marks and kisses he’d left just a minute ago. “Even before I get you to open your pretty little mouth with those pretty moans, your skin knows my touch and responds… every part of you responds to me. And I love every single moment of it.”

Flustered and truly unsure of how to respond, you huffed lightly. “Dunno what you expect.”

He hummed, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tilted his head. He could be so birdlike sometimes, truly reminiscent of a hawk or other bird of prey. You’d spent many hours watching various animal documentaries throughout your life, so you recognized it often.

“I think,” he paused, waiting for your eyes to meet again, “I only expect you to be you, chickadee. That’s all I want. Everything I want.”

Those tortuous butterflies in your stomach made giggles bubble up and out your throat, a snort even sneaking its way out. “You’re such a flirt,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hotter than it did when his lips were on your neck.

“Is it a crime to flirt with the love of my life now?” Keigo questioned, but he was smiling wide as he watched you laugh. That certainly didn’t help the heat of your face.

“Well, of course not, but—”

“You like my flirting anyway,” he continued.

That was true. You loved it, you loved him, with everything you had. He just normally wasn’t quite so… intense with it, at least not anymore. This was closer to how it was when you’d started dating, and you felt a bit bad admitting to yourself that you weren’t used to the treatment anymore. That thought was pretty easy to shove away for later though, as Keigo’s hand squeezed your thigh still wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so perfect, chickadee,” he said softly. He said it so softly, so gently, with this tender look in his eyes that almost made them seem like molten gold. Your heart and your voice got stuck in your throat and your brain felt like it was stuck in a loading pattern.

A few moments of incredibly tense eye contact later, you both jumped out of your skin as his phone rang. His feathers puffed out in alarm and his arms wrapped around you tightly. He pressed you into his chest and you couldn’t help but hear his racing heartbeat. You brought a hand up and comfortingly rubbed his back.

“Thanks, love,” Keigo muttered a little shakily. He let a bit of space come between you, digging his phone out of his pocket. It was still ringing, and you caught the look of irritation cross his brows as he looked at the screen.

You patted his hand on your thigh and he glanced at you with a regretful look. You smiled, understanding, and nodded. Keigo sighed, gave your thigh another squeeze, and answered the call, right there. It was easy to tune out his conversation politely as you started to think.

This was certainly unexpected. When this normally happened (which was more often than you’d have liked), Keigo would give you a quick peck on the forehead before hurrying off to another room. Then he’d emerge a few minutes later, ask for a rain check and for your forgiveness, and be off.

“C’mon, seriously?” the irritation was heavy in Keigo’s voice, and that made you tune back into his conversation a bit. He was right there, so it wasn’t like you were being rude.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at Keigo. You couldn’t make out everything the other person was saying, and your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh squeezed again, a bit harder. Nothing uncomfortable, but it certainly caught you off-guard.

“You guys said you’d have it handled,” Keigo suddenly snapped into his phone. It made you jump in surprise, just a little. “Well I think—” he cut off suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and almost visibly counting to ten in his head. His wings were a little listless, and you patted his hand in comfort and started rubbing his back again.

“Fine!” Keigo snapped again. He glanced at you again, and you smiled comfortingly. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he sighed, hanging up.

“It’s okay, Kei,” you reassured him, pat-patting his hand a few more times. His hand still didn’t leave your thigh, and you were surprised as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“It’s not okay,” he muttered angrily into your skin. “They said they’d handle things tonight.”

You hummed in understanding, unable to stop your hands from combing through his always-windswept hair. “It’s okay,” you repeated. “Promise.”

“I don’t wanna go,” he whined.

Your hands slowed at his continued dismay. He very rarely acted like this, usually only when clothes were actually off or when you’d both just sat down with one of your home cooked meals. Sometimes you felt like he waited for calls to interrupt makeouts early on, but those thoughts always made you feel so guilty that you’d pretend they never went through your brain in the first place.

“It’s not fair,” Keigo continued into your collarbone. You forced your hands to go at their previous pace through his hair even though he needed to go.

“I… I’ll be here when you get back, love,” you finally settled on saying.

Keigo moved back and met your gaze, letting your hands rest at the base of his neck. The depths of his gaze nearly swept you off your feet and down a rushing river. His hand on your thigh squeezed once, two more times, before he gently guided your foot back to the floor. That hand slid up and massaged the slightly sore muscles in your hip.

“I…” Keigo licked his lips and you tilted your head in confusion. “I just… I really hate having to leave you all the time. I love you a lot, you know?”

Your heart twirled at his confession and your entire body warmed. “I love you too,” you murmured in reply. “I’ll be here, Kei. I promise.”

“I know,” he sighed, more of his frustration slipping into his voice, “I know that. And I love having you here, but can’t I just—” He growled as his phone pinged again, grumbling under his breath with that anger that was new for this situation. His wings twitched with his emotions.

“Kei, are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Your question seemed to snap his brain back from whatever dive it’d been on and his eyes pinned you again in that predatory way of his. You hoped you were only showing your concern on your face and not the confusion too. He almost seemed to be wrestling with something, but before you could ask again, his expression cleared and a new glint came to his eyes.

“I’m okay, love,” he finally answered. “I’ll get this dealt with quick and then be back, okay?”

“Sure,” you smiled and nodded, already anticipating the opposite.

“I love you, so much,” Keigo repeated as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes closed and you couldn’t help but copy it, breathing him in for a few more moments.

“I love you too,” you murmured.

A kiss was pressed onto your temple, then your lips. This kiss was soft, full of devotion and promises that you didn’t know how to react to. So, you just kissed back.

Keigo finally pulled away, his hands taking yours and walking you to the window. His gaze was intense and you simply smiled, understanding, loving, and hopefully hiding your confusion at his clingy behavior. Red wings flapped but Keigo kept your hands in his even as he was outside the window. You gave him an amused smile as your entire body was stretched out to maintain the contact.

“See you soon, chickadee,” Keigo vowed, releasing one hand.

“See you soon, Hawks,” you winked at him.

A dramatic groan left him at that, “Don’t start that, baby, you know what that’ll do to me,” he fake-complained. “Love you.” It was only your fingertips brushing now.

“Love you too,” you replied. Hawks winked at you once and then his wings took off.

You watched him go until you couldn’t see him anymore, which didn’t take long because of all the buildings in the area. After another moment looking outside, you closed the window almost the entire way and turned back to the apartment. As you did, you noticed a single red feather on the windowsill, almost like there was a spotlight on it.

With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you tucked the feather behind your ear and went about the rest of the evening. You made a simple dinner and watched a show while you ate, making commentary aloud as you often did. The feather stayed in place but every now and then you’d accidentally brush your fingers over it and smile.

Hours later, the dishes were done and the sun had set. It was a normal evening for you, as far as you were concerned. There hadn’t been a text from Keigo, but that was well within the realm of normal. You decided to curl up on the couch and watch a movie.

The beginning credits had just started when your phone rang. You nearly chucked it across the room in your shock.

Fumbling slightly, you noticed the caller ID was Keigo.

Oh no, had something happened? He never called you during the missions where he got called away, and he hadn’t even been on the mission all that long! Your stomach twisted into knots and you answered immediately.

“Kei? What’s going on, what’s wrong?” you asked.

There was a pause and your pulse pounded in your ears.

“You worried about me, princess?” Keigo’s easy voice came through the speaker, and your stomach untwisted just a bit. He was okay, or at least okay enough to tease you.

You scoffed. “You know I’m always worried. But you don’t normally call during missions.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be back tomorrow, okay? Hopefully early in the morning. Just wanted to update you.”

“Oh! Okay! You, um…”

“What’s that, my love?”

You hesitated before admitting, “You don’t normally call me and update me, that’s all.”

“I just wanted to hear your voice, is that not allowed?”

That made you chuckle and your shoulders relaxed. “You’re allowed, it just surprised me a little.” You bit your lip and ran a finger across the feather you had behind your ear. “Thank you for the update,” you finished softly.

“Love you so much baby, I’ll see you soon okay?”

“Love you too,” you echoed, a goofy grin on your face that he couldn’t see. You quickly pulled the feather to your lips and pressed a kiss to it.

Keigo made a sound like he was shuddering. “Don’t start that yet baby,” he whined playfully. “Wait until I get home.”

You giggled, just a little. “Sorry babe, just wanted to give affection.”

“And I love it,” he reassured you. “Do it whenever you want, love. Just remember that I intend on giving back more than I get.”

Your heart stuttered a little but your voice was thankfully even as you replied, “I’ll keep that in mind,” and kitten-licked the very tip of the feather twice.

Keigo groaned over the voice and your entire body tingled. “Such a tease today…” You heard a distant bang, a crash, then a far off shout. “Okay, I really do gotta go, I just wanted to hear your voice and update you. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Keigo.”

The call ended and you lowered the phone. You stared at the ceiling as you thought.

This was certainly out of the ordinary. What had happened to Keigo to start acting this way? Not that you minded, nor that you got any bad feelings about it. It was just unexpected, much like his utter reverence earlier. Maybe he’d just been having some harder days at work, and now he’s comfort seeking. That could be an explanation.

Your phone dinged and this time you did throw it in your shock. It landed on the coffee table with a loud thunk, right next to the flowers.

After recovering, you picked up the phone and read the message. It was from Keigo.

“Whatever you’re overthinking about, it’ll be okay,” the message read.

How did he… You realized you’d been fidgeting with the feather anxiously. With a light chuckle, you shook yourself out of your thoughts and pressed a soft kiss to the red feather before tucking it back behind your ear. After sending a few emojis to Hawks (he was at work, after all), you played the movie once again.

Keigo was right; everything would be fine. This behavior was likely going to be temporary, and though that made your chest ache a bit, you decided to just enjoy it while it lasted.

(to be continued...)

A/N: please let me know what you think even if it's a key smash or a reaction image

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Love You Louder, 2

A/N: Yeah once again, idfk lmaoooooo, hope you all like it though! I'm still not doing super great but I'm still kicking. (also good on me for actually posting more writing lmaoooo)

Also this one is more from Reader's perspective, but I do want to continue this at least another part? Hopefully a little more but who knows, I'm mainly focused on getting through each day as they come.

Content Warnings: some unbalanced relationship dynamics, some swearing, suggestive themes, making out with Hawks, some anxiety, reader is a bit shy, fluff, I probably missed some stuff and this is probably pretty ASS but at least it's out there, not beta read but I did proof read it a bit (sorry if there's any grammatical errors)

Part 1

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Plus Size! Fem Reader

“Wow, these are, holy cow, these are beautiful,” you sputtered as the delivery man placed a huge vase of flowers into your arms. Your nose was immediately filled with their floral scent and the delivery man bid a speedy goodbye before you could really get your bearings.

You made it to the living room and placed the vase on the coffee table. The flowers were beautiful, bright and healthy, a lovely combination of your favorite blooms and colors. You even saw snapdragons, one of your all time favorites, spread throughout. And tucked within the blooms was a card the color of Keigo’s eyes.

Tentatively so as to not disturb the flowers too much, you pulled the card from its holder and opened it carefully. Keigo’s easily recognizable scrawl didn’t take up too much space on the card, but the words themselves filled your heart with warmth.

“These flowers don’t compare to your beauty. My heart soars with you, chickadee. Love, Kei.”

You chuckled to yourself, something in your chest shifting as you folded the card and looked at the flowers again. It was perhaps the most intricate bouquet Keigo had ever given you, which was saying something because the first few he’d gotten you were downright extravagant. This one, though, felt different. You couldn’t quite place it, but it was as if that something in your chest had raised its head and woken up to the flowers.

How curious.

Keigo arrived home an hour later (to your mild surprise). You’d been in the bathroom when he walked in so you were unable to greet him as usual. He’d called out to you right as you were washing your hands and you didn’t hear it, and you simply assumed that he was at the other end of the apartment where the big windows were. Your mouth was open to call back to him as you opened the bathroom door, when you found yourself jumping back in shock, a yelp piercing the otherwise quiet apartment.

Keigo was right there, outside the door, almost like he’d had his body pressed against it. His wings blocked the rest of the doorway and he had that huge playful grin on his face.

“Hiya sweetheart,” he greeted with amusement, as if he hadn’t just made you jump out of your skin. “How ya doing in there?”

You put your hand on your chest, trying to calm your breathing and your racing heart, and sent him a not-completely-serious-but-still-a-little-irritated glare. “You must’ve crossed the apartment in a few seconds, you surprised the hell outta me.”

His grin widened and a hand reached out, cupping your cheek. Your heart thudded against your ribs as those golden eyes found yours, unable to stop yourself from nuzzling into his touch.

“Sorry to scare you, sweetheart, but I do love how fast your heart is beating right now,” Keigo flirted, his eyes gleaming as more blood rushed to your cheeks to heat them. You took his hand from your cheek and held it a little loosely between you.

“S-stop loitering around the bathroom,” you attempted to change the subject. “Let me get outta here, c’mon Kei. Then I can give you a proper kiss.”

Keigo hummed as if considering it, tilting his head as he leaned towards you. He had that predatory look in his eyes, the one that said he wanted to eat you for every meal, and it sparked across your skin. You tried to look unbothered but you had a feeling you weren’t doing very well.

Finally, your boyfriend moved, leading you out of the bathroom by your now clasped hands. He kept his eyes on you as he walked backwards, towards the living room.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way,” you broke the quiet, looking at them on the table. “They’re gorgeous.”

Keigo hummed again, finally turning around (he didn’t drop your hand, you noticed) and looking at the flowers. He was smirking as he scanned them, noting the card neatly on the table.

“Still not as gorgeous as you, though, chickadee,” he said.

You chuckled lightly, “I loved the card,” you admitted, glancing away shyly. “My heart soars with you, too, you know.”

A red feather urged your face to turn back to your boyfriend. Once again, he was closer than you expected, and that grin was back on his lips. “Didn’t you promise me a proper kiss?” he asked.

You feigned thinking about it, giggling at the pout Keigo immediately sprouted. Without any other preamble, you pressed your lips to his, and he melted immediately while kissing back with fervor. His free hand snaked out and pulled you even closer by the small of your back, pressing you and your soft stomach into his toned hero body. He licked your lip, which was enough to bring your brain back from a small anxiety spiral about your stomach. Those beautiful wings wrapped around the two of you, shutting out the rest of the world.

Keigo nipped your bottom lip, a satisfied chuckle leaving him when you opened your mouth in response. Your tongues slid together and you could taste the fried chicken he must’ve had during his lunch on his shift. He finally let go of your hand, dragging his up your body and latching onto your hip. His hold was firm, almost possessive, and everything he was doing was making you feel fuzzy and excited. Judging by how hard Keigo felt against you, he was feeling just as excited.

You took your own hand and traced it up his torso, resting it on his chest.

Keigo pulled back with a gasp, his breathing heavy and his gaze dark with desire. You were panting too, and a gasp left you as your boyfriend attached his lips to your neck. He kissed lightly first, but you heard him breathe in deeply and a groan left him. It vibrated across your skin deliciously.

“Your smell is so fucking addicting,” Keigo murmured into your collarbone. “Can’t believe you’re mine, everyday,” he kept kissing, hot and present and focused, but you managed to hear a “I’m so lucky,” over the sound of your own heartbeat. His hands were randomly squeezing your hips, almost like he was amazed you were actually there.

Yes, that’s what it was… Reverence. Everything he had done so far, even that bouquet, had a thread of reverence that hadn’t been present in your relationship before. Love and adoration, sure, but something this devoted? This focused and poignant and the kind of heavy that settles in your bones and heals instead of hurts? That was something you had never experienced.

You blinked back from your revelation at the same time that Keigo nibbled on a patch of skin on your neck. His lips curled into a smirk when you gasped ever so lightly at that sensation.

“Always so quiet,” he breathed, hardly removing his lips from the addicting taste of your skin, “but you open up for me every time, don’t you baby?”

You exhaled a little nervously, flustered, “C’mon Kei, you know I do.”

He hummed before biting again. His tongue came out and teased the spot, but it was your lover sucking that bit of sensitive skin into his mouth that made you whimper.

“I know chickadee,” Keigo finally moved back, not far, but enough that you could meet his gaze and your head could cool just a touch. His eyes had that reverent look to them and the depths of it caught you off-guard. You couldn’t help but look away shyly, unsure of how to handle that sort of attention even if you knew that your owns eyes had sent that same look to him countless times before.

One of his hands finally moved down in a hot trail to your thigh, suddenly gripping and pulling your leg up and around his waist. His lips continued to decorate your sensitive neck in kisses and nips as his hands kneaded your body where he held you. Keigo’s hair tickled your nose a bit, so you slid one hand from his neck up into his hair, pushing the strands from your nose.

Your hand gripped his hair as he suddenly sucked a harsh hickey onto your neck. His groan almost echoed in your ears from the proximity and you suddenly worried that your heart might be going way too fast. Something felt a little fluttery almost in your lungs, and you moved both hands to your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Kei,” you mumbled, and he hummed in acknowledgment. “Kei, h-hold on, please.”

With a last inhale of the juncture of your throat and shoulder, Keigo moved back a bit. He was always so sweet when you got overwhelmed. He didn’t move too far away, even keeping your leg wrapped around his waist, but there was space between your faces.

He let out an adoring coo, one hand now rubbing comforting circles on your upper back. “Sorry chickadee, did I get too hot too fast?”

You felt a little embarrassed so you looked away. It wasn’t like you could help it! Everything Keigo did made your heart flip, butterflies flying amok in your stomach. To your credit, you had come a long way with your shyness in your adulthood, especially now with Keigo’s… everything.

Keigo made another noise of amusement laced with love. “I made your skin so hot,” he murmured, fingers coming to brush your neck. Your breath caught and Keigo’s grin was predatory.

“Well, that’s what happens when you bite and bring blood to the surface,” you muttered, eyes flickering around the room.

“You’re so responsive,” he continued, almost like he was in a trance as his eyes and fingers traced the marks and kisses he’d left just a minute ago. “Even before I get you to open your pretty little mouth with those pretty moans, your skin knows my touch and responds… every part of you responds to me. And I love every single moment of it.”

Flustered and truly unsure of how to respond, you huffed lightly. “Dunno what you expect.”

He hummed, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tilted his head. He could be so birdlike sometimes, truly reminiscent of a hawk or other bird of prey. You’d spent many hours watching various animal documentaries throughout your life, so you recognized it often.

“I think,” he paused, waiting for your eyes to meet again, “I only expect you to be you, chickadee. That’s all I want. Everything I want.”

Those tortuous butterflies in your stomach made giggles bubble up and out your throat, a snort even sneaking its way out. “You’re such a flirt,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hotter than it did when his lips were on your neck.

“Is it a crime to flirt with the love of my life now?” Keigo questioned, but he was smiling wide as he watched you laugh. That certainly didn’t help the heat of your face.

“Well, of course not, but—”

“You like my flirting anyway,” he continued.

That was true. You loved it, you loved him, with everything you had. He just normally wasn’t quite so… intense with it, at least not anymore. This was closer to how it was when you’d started dating, and you felt a bit bad admitting to yourself that you weren’t used to the treatment anymore. That thought was pretty easy to shove away for later though, as Keigo’s hand squeezed your thigh still wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so perfect, chickadee,” he said softly. He said it so softly, so gently, with this tender look in his eyes that almost made them seem like molten gold. Your heart and your voice got stuck in your throat and your brain felt like it was stuck in a loading pattern.

A few moments of incredibly tense eye contact later, you both jumped out of your skin as his phone rang. His feathers puffed out in alarm and his arms wrapped around you tightly. He pressed you into his chest and you couldn’t help but hear his racing heartbeat. You brought a hand up and comfortingly rubbed his back.

“Thanks, love,” Keigo muttered a little shakily. He let a bit of space come between you, digging his phone out of his pocket. It was still ringing, and you caught the look of irritation cross his brows as he looked at the screen.

You patted his hand on your thigh and he glanced at you with a regretful look. You smiled, understanding, and nodded. Keigo sighed, gave your thigh another squeeze, and answered the call, right there. It was easy to tune out his conversation politely as you started to think.

This was certainly unexpected. When this normally happened (which was more often than you’d have liked), Keigo would give you a quick peck on the forehead before hurrying off to another room. Then he’d emerge a few minutes later, ask for a rain check and for your forgiveness, and be off.

“C’mon, seriously?” the irritation was heavy in Keigo’s voice, and that made you tune back into his conversation a bit. He was right there, so it wasn’t like you were being rude.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at Keigo. You couldn’t make out everything the other person was saying, and your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh squeezed again, a bit harder. Nothing uncomfortable, but it certainly caught you off-guard.

“You guys said you’d have it handled,” Keigo suddenly snapped into his phone. It made you jump in surprise, just a little. “Well I think—” he cut off suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and almost visibly counting to ten in his head. His wings were a little listless, and you patted his hand in comfort and started rubbing his back again.

“Fine!” Keigo snapped again. He glanced at you again, and you smiled comfortingly. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he sighed, hanging up.

“It’s okay, Kei,” you reassured him, pat-patting his hand a few more times. His hand still didn’t leave your thigh, and you were surprised as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“It’s not okay,” he muttered angrily into your skin. “They said they’d handle things tonight.”

You hummed in understanding, unable to stop your hands from combing through his always-windswept hair. “It’s okay,” you repeated. “Promise.”

“I don’t wanna go,” he whined.

Your hands slowed at his continued dismay. He very rarely acted like this, usually only when clothes were actually off or when you’d both just sat down with one of your home cooked meals. Sometimes you felt like he waited for calls to interrupt makeouts early on, but those thoughts always made you feel so guilty that you’d pretend they never went through your brain in the first place.

“It’s not fair,” Keigo continued into your collarbone. You forced your hands to go at their previous pace through his hair even though he needed to go.

“I… I’ll be here when you get back, love,” you finally settled on saying.

Keigo moved back and met your gaze, letting your hands rest at the base of his neck. The depths of his gaze nearly swept you off your feet and down a rushing river. His hand on your thigh squeezed once, two more times, before he gently guided your foot back to the floor. That hand slid up and massaged the slightly sore muscles in your hip.

“I…” Keigo licked his lips and you tilted your head in confusion. “I just… I really hate having to leave you all the time. I love you a lot, you know?”

Your heart twirled at his confession and your entire body warmed. “I love you too,” you murmured in reply. “I’ll be here, Kei. I promise.”

“I know,” he sighed, more of his frustration slipping into his voice, “I know that. And I love having you here, but can’t I just—” He growled as his phone pinged again, grumbling under his breath with that anger that was new for this situation. His wings twitched with his emotions.

“Kei, are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Your question seemed to snap his brain back from whatever dive it’d been on and his eyes pinned you again in that predatory way of his. You hoped you were only showing your concern on your face and not the confusion too. He almost seemed to be wrestling with something, but before you could ask again, his expression cleared and a new glint came to his eyes.

“I’m okay, love,” he finally answered. “I’ll get this dealt with quick and then be back, okay?”

“Sure,” you smiled and nodded, already anticipating the opposite.

“I love you, so much,” Keigo repeated as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes closed and you couldn’t help but copy it, breathing him in for a few more moments.

“I love you too,” you murmured.

A kiss was pressed onto your temple, then your lips. This kiss was soft, full of devotion and promises that you didn’t know how to react to. So, you just kissed back.

Keigo finally pulled away, his hands taking yours and walking you to the window. His gaze was intense and you simply smiled, understanding, loving, and hopefully hiding your confusion at his clingy behavior. Red wings flapped but Keigo kept your hands in his even as he was outside the window. You gave him an amused smile as your entire body was stretched out to maintain the contact.

“See you soon, chickadee,” Keigo vowed, releasing one hand.

“See you soon, Hawks,” you winked at him.

A dramatic groan left him at that, “Don’t start that, baby, you know what that’ll do to me,” he fake-complained. “Love you.” It was only your fingertips brushing now.

“Love you too,” you replied. Hawks winked at you once and then his wings took off.

You watched him go until you couldn’t see him anymore, which didn’t take long because of all the buildings in the area. After another moment looking outside, you closed the window almost the entire way and turned back to the apartment. As you did, you noticed a single red feather on the windowsill, almost like there was a spotlight on it.

With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you tucked the feather behind your ear and went about the rest of the evening. You made a simple dinner and watched a show while you ate, making commentary aloud as you often did. The feather stayed in place but every now and then you’d accidentally brush your fingers over it and smile.

Hours later, the dishes were done and the sun had set. It was a normal evening for you, as far as you were concerned. There hadn’t been a text from Keigo, but that was well within the realm of normal. You decided to curl up on the couch and watch a movie.

The beginning credits had just started when your phone rang. You nearly chucked it across the room in your shock.

Fumbling slightly, you noticed the caller ID was Keigo.

Oh no, had something happened? He never called you during the missions where he got called away, and he hadn’t even been on the mission all that long! Your stomach twisted into knots and you answered immediately.

“Kei? What’s going on, what’s wrong?” you asked.

There was a pause and your pulse pounded in your ears.

“You worried about me, princess?” Keigo’s easy voice came through the speaker, and your stomach untwisted just a bit. He was okay, or at least okay enough to tease you.

You scoffed. “You know I’m always worried. But you don’t normally call during missions.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be back tomorrow, okay? Hopefully early in the morning. Just wanted to update you.”

“Oh! Okay! You, um…”

“What’s that, my love?”

You hesitated before admitting, “You don’t normally call me and update me, that’s all.”

“I just wanted to hear your voice, is that not allowed?”

That made you chuckle and your shoulders relaxed. “You’re allowed, it just surprised me a little.” You bit your lip and ran a finger across the feather you had behind your ear. “Thank you for the update,” you finished softly.

“Love you so much baby, I’ll see you soon okay?”

“Love you too,” you echoed, a goofy grin on your face that he couldn’t see. You quickly pulled the feather to your lips and pressed a kiss to it.

Keigo made a sound like he was shuddering. “Don’t start that yet baby,” he whined playfully. “Wait until I get home.”

You giggled, just a little. “Sorry babe, just wanted to give affection.”

“And I love it,” he reassured you. “Do it whenever you want, love. Just remember that I intend on giving back more than I get.”

Your heart stuttered a little but your voice was thankfully even as you replied, “I’ll keep that in mind,” and kitten-licked the very tip of the feather twice.

Keigo groaned over the voice and your entire body tingled. “Such a tease today…” You heard a distant bang, a crash, then a far off shout. “Okay, I really do gotta go, I just wanted to hear your voice and update you. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Keigo.”

The call ended and you lowered the phone. You stared at the ceiling as you thought.

This was certainly out of the ordinary. What had happened to Keigo to start acting this way? Not that you minded, nor that you got any bad feelings about it. It was just unexpected, much like his utter reverence earlier. Maybe he’d just been having some harder days at work, and now he’s comfort seeking. That could be an explanation.

Your phone dinged and this time you did throw it in your shock. It landed on the coffee table with a loud thunk, right next to the flowers.

After recovering, you picked up the phone and read the message. It was from Keigo.

“Whatever you’re overthinking about, it’ll be okay,” the message read.

How did he… You realized you’d been fidgeting with the feather anxiously. With a light chuckle, you shook yourself out of your thoughts and pressed a soft kiss to the red feather before tucking it back behind your ear. After sending a few emojis to Hawks (he was at work, after all), you played the movie once again.

Keigo was right; everything would be fine. This behavior was likely going to be temporary, and though that made your chest ache a bit, you decided to just enjoy it while it lasted.

(to be continued...)

A/N: please let me know what you think even if it's a key smash or a reaction image

[writing-for-amusement]

Love You Louder, 2

A/N: Yeah once again, idfk lmaoooooo, hope you all like it though! I'm still not doing super great but I'm still kicking. (also good on me for actually posting more writing lmaoooo)

Also this one is more from Reader's perspective, but I do want to continue this at least another part? Hopefully a little more but who knows, I'm mainly focused on getting through each day as they come.

Content Warnings: some unbalanced relationship dynamics, some swearing, suggestive themes, making out with Hawks, some anxiety, reader is a bit shy, fluff, I probably missed some stuff and this is probably pretty ASS but at least it's out there, not beta read but I did proof read it a bit (sorry if there's any grammatical errors)

Part 1

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Plus Size! Fem Reader

“Wow, these are, holy cow, these are beautiful,” you sputtered as the delivery man placed a huge vase of flowers into your arms. Your nose was immediately filled with their floral scent and the delivery man bid a speedy goodbye before you could really get your bearings.

You made it to the living room and placed the vase on the coffee table. The flowers were beautiful, bright and healthy, a lovely combination of your favorite blooms and colors. You even saw snapdragons, one of your all time favorites, spread throughout. And tucked within the blooms was a card the color of Keigo’s eyes.

Tentatively so as to not disturb the flowers too much, you pulled the card from its holder and opened it carefully. Keigo’s easily recognizable scrawl didn’t take up too much space on the card, but the words themselves filled your heart with warmth.

“These flowers don’t compare to your beauty. My heart soars with you, chickadee. Love, Kei.”

You chuckled to yourself, something in your chest shifting as you folded the card and looked at the flowers again. It was perhaps the most intricate bouquet Keigo had ever given you, which was saying something because the first few he’d gotten you were downright extravagant. This one, though, felt different. You couldn’t quite place it, but it was as if that something in your chest had raised its head and woken up to the flowers.

How curious.

Keigo arrived home an hour later (to your mild surprise). You’d been in the bathroom when he walked in so you were unable to greet him as usual. He’d called out to you right as you were washing your hands and you didn’t hear it, and you simply assumed that he was at the other end of the apartment where the big windows were. Your mouth was open to call back to him as you opened the bathroom door, when you found yourself jumping back in shock, a yelp piercing the otherwise quiet apartment.

Keigo was right there, outside the door, almost like he’d had his body pressed against it. His wings blocked the rest of the doorway and he had that huge playful grin on his face.

“Hiya sweetheart,” he greeted with amusement, as if he hadn’t just made you jump out of your skin. “How ya doing in there?”

You put your hand on your chest, trying to calm your breathing and your racing heart, and sent him a not-completely-serious-but-still-a-little-irritated glare. “You must’ve crossed the apartment in a few seconds, you surprised the hell outta me.”

His grin widened and a hand reached out, cupping your cheek. Your heart thudded against your ribs as those golden eyes found yours, unable to stop yourself from nuzzling into his touch.

“Sorry to scare you, sweetheart, but I do love how fast your heart is beating right now,” Keigo flirted, his eyes gleaming as more blood rushed to your cheeks to heat them. You took his hand from your cheek and held it a little loosely between you.

“S-stop loitering around the bathroom,” you attempted to change the subject. “Let me get outta here, c’mon Kei. Then I can give you a proper kiss.”

Keigo hummed as if considering it, tilting his head as he leaned towards you. He had that predatory look in his eyes, the one that said he wanted to eat you for every meal, and it sparked across your skin. You tried to look unbothered but you had a feeling you weren’t doing very well.

Finally, your boyfriend moved, leading you out of the bathroom by your now clasped hands. He kept his eyes on you as he walked backwards, towards the living room.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way,” you broke the quiet, looking at them on the table. “They’re gorgeous.”

Keigo hummed again, finally turning around (he didn’t drop your hand, you noticed) and looking at the flowers. He was smirking as he scanned them, noting the card neatly on the table.

“Still not as gorgeous as you, though, chickadee,” he said.

You chuckled lightly, “I loved the card,” you admitted, glancing away shyly. “My heart soars with you, too, you know.”

A red feather urged your face to turn back to your boyfriend. Once again, he was closer than you expected, and that grin was back on his lips. “Didn’t you promise me a proper kiss?” he asked.

You feigned thinking about it, giggling at the pout Keigo immediately sprouted. Without any other preamble, you pressed your lips to his, and he melted immediately while kissing back with fervor. His free hand snaked out and pulled you even closer by the small of your back, pressing you and your soft stomach into his toned hero body. He licked your lip, which was enough to bring your brain back from a small anxiety spiral about your stomach. Those beautiful wings wrapped around the two of you, shutting out the rest of the world.

Keigo nipped your bottom lip, a satisfied chuckle leaving him when you opened your mouth in response. Your tongues slid together and you could taste the fried chicken he must’ve had during his lunch on his shift. He finally let go of your hand, dragging his up your body and latching onto your hip. His hold was firm, almost possessive, and everything he was doing was making you feel fuzzy and excited. Judging by how hard Keigo felt against you, he was feeling just as excited.

You took your own hand and traced it up his torso, resting it on his chest.

Keigo pulled back with a gasp, his breathing heavy and his gaze dark with desire. You were panting too, and a gasp left you as your boyfriend attached his lips to your neck. He kissed lightly first, but you heard him breathe in deeply and a groan left him. It vibrated across your skin deliciously.

“Your smell is so fucking addicting,” Keigo murmured into your collarbone. “Can’t believe you’re mine, everyday,” he kept kissing, hot and present and focused, but you managed to hear a “I’m so lucky,” over the sound of your own heartbeat. His hands were randomly squeezing your hips, almost like he was amazed you were actually there.

Yes, that’s what it was… Reverence. Everything he had done so far, even that bouquet, had a thread of reverence that hadn’t been present in your relationship before. Love and adoration, sure, but something this devoted? This focused and poignant and the kind of heavy that settles in your bones and heals instead of hurts? That was something you had never experienced.

You blinked back from your revelation at the same time that Keigo nibbled on a patch of skin on your neck. His lips curled into a smirk when you gasped ever so lightly at that sensation.

“Always so quiet,” he breathed, hardly removing his lips from the addicting taste of your skin, “but you open up for me every time, don’t you baby?”

You exhaled a little nervously, flustered, “C’mon Kei, you know I do.”

He hummed before biting again. His tongue came out and teased the spot, but it was your lover sucking that bit of sensitive skin into his mouth that made you whimper.

“I know chickadee,” Keigo finally moved back, not far, but enough that you could meet his gaze and your head could cool just a touch. His eyes had that reverent look to them and the depths of it caught you off-guard. You couldn’t help but look away shyly, unsure of how to handle that sort of attention even if you knew that your owns eyes had sent that same look to him countless times before.

One of his hands finally moved down in a hot trail to your thigh, suddenly gripping and pulling your leg up and around his waist. His lips continued to decorate your sensitive neck in kisses and nips as his hands kneaded your body where he held you. Keigo’s hair tickled your nose a bit, so you slid one hand from his neck up into his hair, pushing the strands from your nose.

Your hand gripped his hair as he suddenly sucked a harsh hickey onto your neck. His groan almost echoed in your ears from the proximity and you suddenly worried that your heart might be going way too fast. Something felt a little fluttery almost in your lungs, and you moved both hands to your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Kei,” you mumbled, and he hummed in acknowledgment. “Kei, h-hold on, please.”

With a last inhale of the juncture of your throat and shoulder, Keigo moved back a bit. He was always so sweet when you got overwhelmed. He didn’t move too far away, even keeping your leg wrapped around his waist, but there was space between your faces.

He let out an adoring coo, one hand now rubbing comforting circles on your upper back. “Sorry chickadee, did I get too hot too fast?”

You felt a little embarrassed so you looked away. It wasn’t like you could help it! Everything Keigo did made your heart flip, butterflies flying amok in your stomach. To your credit, you had come a long way with your shyness in your adulthood, especially now with Keigo’s… everything.

Keigo made another noise of amusement laced with love. “I made your skin so hot,” he murmured, fingers coming to brush your neck. Your breath caught and Keigo’s grin was predatory.

“Well, that’s what happens when you bite and bring blood to the surface,” you muttered, eyes flickering around the room.

“You’re so responsive,” he continued, almost like he was in a trance as his eyes and fingers traced the marks and kisses he’d left just a minute ago. “Even before I get you to open your pretty little mouth with those pretty moans, your skin knows my touch and responds… every part of you responds to me. And I love every single moment of it.”

Flustered and truly unsure of how to respond, you huffed lightly. “Dunno what you expect.”

He hummed, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tilted his head. He could be so birdlike sometimes, truly reminiscent of a hawk or other bird of prey. You’d spent many hours watching various animal documentaries throughout your life, so you recognized it often.

“I think,” he paused, waiting for your eyes to meet again, “I only expect you to be you, chickadee. That’s all I want. Everything I want.”

Those tortuous butterflies in your stomach made giggles bubble up and out your throat, a snort even sneaking its way out. “You’re such a flirt,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hotter than it did when his lips were on your neck.

“Is it a crime to flirt with the love of my life now?” Keigo questioned, but he was smiling wide as he watched you laugh. That certainly didn’t help the heat of your face.

“Well, of course not, but—”

“You like my flirting anyway,” he continued.

That was true. You loved it, you loved him, with everything you had. He just normally wasn’t quite so… intense with it, at least not anymore. This was closer to how it was when you’d started dating, and you felt a bit bad admitting to yourself that you weren’t used to the treatment anymore. That thought was pretty easy to shove away for later though, as Keigo’s hand squeezed your thigh still wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so perfect, chickadee,” he said softly. He said it so softly, so gently, with this tender look in his eyes that almost made them seem like molten gold. Your heart and your voice got stuck in your throat and your brain felt like it was stuck in a loading pattern.

A few moments of incredibly tense eye contact later, you both jumped out of your skin as his phone rang. His feathers puffed out in alarm and his arms wrapped around you tightly. He pressed you into his chest and you couldn’t help but hear his racing heartbeat. You brought a hand up and comfortingly rubbed his back.

“Thanks, love,” Keigo muttered a little shakily. He let a bit of space come between you, digging his phone out of his pocket. It was still ringing, and you caught the look of irritation cross his brows as he looked at the screen.

You patted his hand on your thigh and he glanced at you with a regretful look. You smiled, understanding, and nodded. Keigo sighed, gave your thigh another squeeze, and answered the call, right there. It was easy to tune out his conversation politely as you started to think.

This was certainly unexpected. When this normally happened (which was more often than you’d have liked), Keigo would give you a quick peck on the forehead before hurrying off to another room. Then he’d emerge a few minutes later, ask for a rain check and for your forgiveness, and be off.

“C’mon, seriously?” the irritation was heavy in Keigo’s voice, and that made you tune back into his conversation a bit. He was right there, so it wasn’t like you were being rude.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at Keigo. You couldn’t make out everything the other person was saying, and your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh squeezed again, a bit harder. Nothing uncomfortable, but it certainly caught you off-guard.

“You guys said you’d have it handled,” Keigo suddenly snapped into his phone. It made you jump in surprise, just a little. “Well I think—” he cut off suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and almost visibly counting to ten in his head. His wings were a little listless, and you patted his hand in comfort and started rubbing his back again.

“Fine!” Keigo snapped again. He glanced at you again, and you smiled comfortingly. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he sighed, hanging up.

“It’s okay, Kei,” you reassured him, pat-patting his hand a few more times. His hand still didn’t leave your thigh, and you were surprised as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“It’s not okay,” he muttered angrily into your skin. “They said they’d handle things tonight.”

You hummed in understanding, unable to stop your hands from combing through his always-windswept hair. “It’s okay,” you repeated. “Promise.”

“I don’t wanna go,” he whined.

Your hands slowed at his continued dismay. He very rarely acted like this, usually only when clothes were actually off or when you’d both just sat down with one of your home cooked meals. Sometimes you felt like he waited for calls to interrupt makeouts early on, but those thoughts always made you feel so guilty that you’d pretend they never went through your brain in the first place.

“It’s not fair,” Keigo continued into your collarbone. You forced your hands to go at their previous pace through his hair even though he needed to go.

“I… I’ll be here when you get back, love,” you finally settled on saying.

Keigo moved back and met your gaze, letting your hands rest at the base of his neck. The depths of his gaze nearly swept you off your feet and down a rushing river. His hand on your thigh squeezed once, two more times, before he gently guided your foot back to the floor. That hand slid up and massaged the slightly sore muscles in your hip.

“I…” Keigo licked his lips and you tilted your head in confusion. “I just… I really hate having to leave you all the time. I love you a lot, you know?”

Your heart twirled at his confession and your entire body warmed. “I love you too,” you murmured in reply. “I’ll be here, Kei. I promise.”

“I know,” he sighed, more of his frustration slipping into his voice, “I know that. And I love having you here, but can’t I just—” He growled as his phone pinged again, grumbling under his breath with that anger that was new for this situation. His wings twitched with his emotions.

“Kei, are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Your question seemed to snap his brain back from whatever dive it’d been on and his eyes pinned you again in that predatory way of his. You hoped you were only showing your concern on your face and not the confusion too. He almost seemed to be wrestling with something, but before you could ask again, his expression cleared and a new glint came to his eyes.

“I’m okay, love,” he finally answered. “I’ll get this dealt with quick and then be back, okay?”

“Sure,” you smiled and nodded, already anticipating the opposite.

“I love you, so much,” Keigo repeated as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes closed and you couldn’t help but copy it, breathing him in for a few more moments.

“I love you too,” you murmured.

A kiss was pressed onto your temple, then your lips. This kiss was soft, full of devotion and promises that you didn’t know how to react to. So, you just kissed back.

Keigo finally pulled away, his hands taking yours and walking you to the window. His gaze was intense and you simply smiled, understanding, loving, and hopefully hiding your confusion at his clingy behavior. Red wings flapped but Keigo kept your hands in his even as he was outside the window. You gave him an amused smile as your entire body was stretched out to maintain the contact.

“See you soon, chickadee,” Keigo vowed, releasing one hand.

“See you soon, Hawks,” you winked at him.

A dramatic groan left him at that, “Don’t start that, baby, you know what that’ll do to me,” he fake-complained. “Love you.” It was only your fingertips brushing now.

“Love you too,” you replied. Hawks winked at you once and then his wings took off.

You watched him go until you couldn’t see him anymore, which didn’t take long because of all the buildings in the area. After another moment looking outside, you closed the window almost the entire way and turned back to the apartment. As you did, you noticed a single red feather on the windowsill, almost like there was a spotlight on it.

With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you tucked the feather behind your ear and went about the rest of the evening. You made a simple dinner and watched a show while you ate, making commentary aloud as you often did. The feather stayed in place but every now and then you’d accidentally brush your fingers over it and smile.

Hours later, the dishes were done and the sun had set. It was a normal evening for you, as far as you were concerned. There hadn’t been a text from Keigo, but that was well within the realm of normal. You decided to curl up on the couch and watch a movie.

The beginning credits had just started when your phone rang. You nearly chucked it across the room in your shock.

Fumbling slightly, you noticed the caller ID was Keigo.

Oh no, had something happened? He never called you during the missions where he got called away, and he hadn’t even been on the mission all that long! Your stomach twisted into knots and you answered immediately.

“Kei? What’s going on, what’s wrong?” you asked.

There was a pause and your pulse pounded in your ears.

“You worried about me, princess?” Keigo’s easy voice came through the speaker, and your stomach untwisted just a bit. He was okay, or at least okay enough to tease you.

You scoffed. “You know I’m always worried. But you don’t normally call during missions.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be back tomorrow, okay? Hopefully early in the morning. Just wanted to update you.”

“Oh! Okay! You, um…”

“What’s that, my love?”

You hesitated before admitting, “You don’t normally call me and update me, that’s all.”

“I just wanted to hear your voice, is that not allowed?”

That made you chuckle and your shoulders relaxed. “You’re allowed, it just surprised me a little.” You bit your lip and ran a finger across the feather you had behind your ear. “Thank you for the update,” you finished softly.

“Love you so much baby, I’ll see you soon okay?”

“Love you too,” you echoed, a goofy grin on your face that he couldn’t see. You quickly pulled the feather to your lips and pressed a kiss to it.

Keigo made a sound like he was shuddering. “Don’t start that yet baby,” he whined playfully. “Wait until I get home.”

You giggled, just a little. “Sorry babe, just wanted to give affection.”

“And I love it,” he reassured you. “Do it whenever you want, love. Just remember that I intend on giving back more than I get.”

Your heart stuttered a little but your voice was thankfully even as you replied, “I’ll keep that in mind,” and kitten-licked the very tip of the feather twice.

Keigo groaned over the voice and your entire body tingled. “Such a tease today…” You heard a distant bang, a crash, then a far off shout. “Okay, I really do gotta go, I just wanted to hear your voice and update you. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Keigo.”

The call ended and you lowered the phone. You stared at the ceiling as you thought.

This was certainly out of the ordinary. What had happened to Keigo to start acting this way? Not that you minded, nor that you got any bad feelings about it. It was just unexpected, much like his utter reverence earlier. Maybe he’d just been having some harder days at work, and now he’s comfort seeking. That could be an explanation.

Your phone dinged and this time you did throw it in your shock. It landed on the coffee table with a loud thunk, right next to the flowers.

After recovering, you picked up the phone and read the message. It was from Keigo.

“Whatever you’re overthinking about, it’ll be okay,” the message read.

How did he… You realized you’d been fidgeting with the feather anxiously. With a light chuckle, you shook yourself out of your thoughts and pressed a soft kiss to the red feather before tucking it back behind your ear. After sending a few emojis to Hawks (he was at work, after all), you played the movie once again.

Keigo was right; everything would be fine. This behavior was likely going to be temporary, and though that made your chest ache a bit, you decided to just enjoy it while it lasted.

(to be continued...)

A/N: please let me know what you think even if it's a key smash or a reaction image

[writing-for-amusement]

Love You Louder, 2

A/N: Yeah once again, idfk lmaoooooo, hope you all like it though! I'm still not doing super great but I'm still kicking. (also good on me for actually posting more writing lmaoooo)

Also this one is more from Reader's perspective, but I do want to continue this at least another part? Hopefully a little more but who knows, I'm mainly focused on getting through each day as they come.

Content Warnings: some unbalanced relationship dynamics, some swearing, suggestive themes, making out with Hawks, some anxiety, reader is a bit shy, fluff, I probably missed some stuff and this is probably pretty ASS but at least it's out there, not beta read but I did proof read it a bit (sorry if there's any grammatical errors)

Part 1

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Plus Size! Fem Reader

“Wow, these are, holy cow, these are beautiful,” you sputtered as the delivery man placed a huge vase of flowers into your arms. Your nose was immediately filled with their floral scent and the delivery man bid a speedy goodbye before you could really get your bearings.

You made it to the living room and placed the vase on the coffee table. The flowers were beautiful, bright and healthy, a lovely combination of your favorite blooms and colors. You even saw snapdragons, one of your all time favorites, spread throughout. And tucked within the blooms was a card the color of Keigo’s eyes.

Tentatively so as to not disturb the flowers too much, you pulled the card from its holder and opened it carefully. Keigo’s easily recognizable scrawl didn’t take up too much space on the card, but the words themselves filled your heart with warmth.

“These flowers don’t compare to your beauty. My heart soars with you, chickadee. Love, Kei.”

You chuckled to yourself, something in your chest shifting as you folded the card and looked at the flowers again. It was perhaps the most intricate bouquet Keigo had ever given you, which was saying something because the first few he’d gotten you were downright extravagant. This one, though, felt different. You couldn’t quite place it, but it was as if that something in your chest had raised its head and woken up to the flowers.

How curious.

Keigo arrived home an hour later (to your mild surprise). You’d been in the bathroom when he walked in so you were unable to greet him as usual. He’d called out to you right as you were washing your hands and you didn’t hear it, and you simply assumed that he was at the other end of the apartment where the big windows were. Your mouth was open to call back to him as you opened the bathroom door, when you found yourself jumping back in shock, a yelp piercing the otherwise quiet apartment.

Keigo was right there, outside the door, almost like he’d had his body pressed against it. His wings blocked the rest of the doorway and he had that huge playful grin on his face.

“Hiya sweetheart,” he greeted with amusement, as if he hadn’t just made you jump out of your skin. “How ya doing in there?”

You put your hand on your chest, trying to calm your breathing and your racing heart, and sent him a not-completely-serious-but-still-a-little-irritated glare. “You must’ve crossed the apartment in a few seconds, you surprised the hell outta me.”

His grin widened and a hand reached out, cupping your cheek. Your heart thudded against your ribs as those golden eyes found yours, unable to stop yourself from nuzzling into his touch.

“Sorry to scare you, sweetheart, but I do love how fast your heart is beating right now,” Keigo flirted, his eyes gleaming as more blood rushed to your cheeks to heat them. You took his hand from your cheek and held it a little loosely between you.

“S-stop loitering around the bathroom,” you attempted to change the subject. “Let me get outta here, c’mon Kei. Then I can give you a proper kiss.”

Keigo hummed as if considering it, tilting his head as he leaned towards you. He had that predatory look in his eyes, the one that said he wanted to eat you for every meal, and it sparked across your skin. You tried to look unbothered but you had a feeling you weren’t doing very well.

Finally, your boyfriend moved, leading you out of the bathroom by your now clasped hands. He kept his eyes on you as he walked backwards, towards the living room.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way,” you broke the quiet, looking at them on the table. “They’re gorgeous.”

Keigo hummed again, finally turning around (he didn’t drop your hand, you noticed) and looking at the flowers. He was smirking as he scanned them, noting the card neatly on the table.

“Still not as gorgeous as you, though, chickadee,” he said.

You chuckled lightly, “I loved the card,” you admitted, glancing away shyly. “My heart soars with you, too, you know.”

A red feather urged your face to turn back to your boyfriend. Once again, he was closer than you expected, and that grin was back on his lips. “Didn’t you promise me a proper kiss?” he asked.

You feigned thinking about it, giggling at the pout Keigo immediately sprouted. Without any other preamble, you pressed your lips to his, and he melted immediately while kissing back with fervor. His free hand snaked out and pulled you even closer by the small of your back, pressing you and your soft stomach into his toned hero body. He licked your lip, which was enough to bring your brain back from a small anxiety spiral about your stomach. Those beautiful wings wrapped around the two of you, shutting out the rest of the world.

Keigo nipped your bottom lip, a satisfied chuckle leaving him when you opened your mouth in response. Your tongues slid together and you could taste the fried chicken he must’ve had during his lunch on his shift. He finally let go of your hand, dragging his up your body and latching onto your hip. His hold was firm, almost possessive, and everything he was doing was making you feel fuzzy and excited. Judging by how hard Keigo felt against you, he was feeling just as excited.

You took your own hand and traced it up his torso, resting it on his chest.

Keigo pulled back with a gasp, his breathing heavy and his gaze dark with desire. You were panting too, and a gasp left you as your boyfriend attached his lips to your neck. He kissed lightly first, but you heard him breathe in deeply and a groan left him. It vibrated across your skin deliciously.

“Your smell is so fucking addicting,” Keigo murmured into your collarbone. “Can’t believe you’re mine, everyday,” he kept kissing, hot and present and focused, but you managed to hear a “I’m so lucky,” over the sound of your own heartbeat. His hands were randomly squeezing your hips, almost like he was amazed you were actually there.

Yes, that’s what it was… Reverence. Everything he had done so far, even that bouquet, had a thread of reverence that hadn’t been present in your relationship before. Love and adoration, sure, but something this devoted? This focused and poignant and the kind of heavy that settles in your bones and heals instead of hurts? That was something you had never experienced.

You blinked back from your revelation at the same time that Keigo nibbled on a patch of skin on your neck. His lips curled into a smirk when you gasped ever so lightly at that sensation.

“Always so quiet,” he breathed, hardly removing his lips from the addicting taste of your skin, “but you open up for me every time, don’t you baby?”

You exhaled a little nervously, flustered, “C’mon Kei, you know I do.”

He hummed before biting again. His tongue came out and teased the spot, but it was your lover sucking that bit of sensitive skin into his mouth that made you whimper.

“I know chickadee,” Keigo finally moved back, not far, but enough that you could meet his gaze and your head could cool just a touch. His eyes had that reverent look to them and the depths of it caught you off-guard. You couldn’t help but look away shyly, unsure of how to handle that sort of attention even if you knew that your owns eyes had sent that same look to him countless times before.

One of his hands finally moved down in a hot trail to your thigh, suddenly gripping and pulling your leg up and around his waist. His lips continued to decorate your sensitive neck in kisses and nips as his hands kneaded your body where he held you. Keigo’s hair tickled your nose a bit, so you slid one hand from his neck up into his hair, pushing the strands from your nose.

Your hand gripped his hair as he suddenly sucked a harsh hickey onto your neck. His groan almost echoed in your ears from the proximity and you suddenly worried that your heart might be going way too fast. Something felt a little fluttery almost in your lungs, and you moved both hands to your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Kei,” you mumbled, and he hummed in acknowledgment. “Kei, h-hold on, please.”

With a last inhale of the juncture of your throat and shoulder, Keigo moved back a bit. He was always so sweet when you got overwhelmed. He didn’t move too far away, even keeping your leg wrapped around his waist, but there was space between your faces.

He let out an adoring coo, one hand now rubbing comforting circles on your upper back. “Sorry chickadee, did I get too hot too fast?”

You felt a little embarrassed so you looked away. It wasn’t like you could help it! Everything Keigo did made your heart flip, butterflies flying amok in your stomach. To your credit, you had come a long way with your shyness in your adulthood, especially now with Keigo’s… everything.

Keigo made another noise of amusement laced with love. “I made your skin so hot,” he murmured, fingers coming to brush your neck. Your breath caught and Keigo’s grin was predatory.

“Well, that’s what happens when you bite and bring blood to the surface,” you muttered, eyes flickering around the room.

“You’re so responsive,” he continued, almost like he was in a trance as his eyes and fingers traced the marks and kisses he’d left just a minute ago. “Even before I get you to open your pretty little mouth with those pretty moans, your skin knows my touch and responds… every part of you responds to me. And I love every single moment of it.”

Flustered and truly unsure of how to respond, you huffed lightly. “Dunno what you expect.”

He hummed, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tilted his head. He could be so birdlike sometimes, truly reminiscent of a hawk or other bird of prey. You’d spent many hours watching various animal documentaries throughout your life, so you recognized it often.

“I think,” he paused, waiting for your eyes to meet again, “I only expect you to be you, chickadee. That’s all I want. Everything I want.”

Those tortuous butterflies in your stomach made giggles bubble up and out your throat, a snort even sneaking its way out. “You’re such a flirt,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hotter than it did when his lips were on your neck.

“Is it a crime to flirt with the love of my life now?” Keigo questioned, but he was smiling wide as he watched you laugh. That certainly didn’t help the heat of your face.

“Well, of course not, but—”

“You like my flirting anyway,” he continued.

That was true. You loved it, you loved him, with everything you had. He just normally wasn’t quite so… intense with it, at least not anymore. This was closer to how it was when you’d started dating, and you felt a bit bad admitting to yourself that you weren’t used to the treatment anymore. That thought was pretty easy to shove away for later though, as Keigo’s hand squeezed your thigh still wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so perfect, chickadee,” he said softly. He said it so softly, so gently, with this tender look in his eyes that almost made them seem like molten gold. Your heart and your voice got stuck in your throat and your brain felt like it was stuck in a loading pattern.

A few moments of incredibly tense eye contact later, you both jumped out of your skin as his phone rang. His feathers puffed out in alarm and his arms wrapped around you tightly. He pressed you into his chest and you couldn’t help but hear his racing heartbeat. You brought a hand up and comfortingly rubbed his back.

“Thanks, love,” Keigo muttered a little shakily. He let a bit of space come between you, digging his phone out of his pocket. It was still ringing, and you caught the look of irritation cross his brows as he looked at the screen.

You patted his hand on your thigh and he glanced at you with a regretful look. You smiled, understanding, and nodded. Keigo sighed, gave your thigh another squeeze, and answered the call, right there. It was easy to tune out his conversation politely as you started to think.

This was certainly unexpected. When this normally happened (which was more often than you’d have liked), Keigo would give you a quick peck on the forehead before hurrying off to another room. Then he’d emerge a few minutes later, ask for a rain check and for your forgiveness, and be off.

“C’mon, seriously?” the irritation was heavy in Keigo’s voice, and that made you tune back into his conversation a bit. He was right there, so it wasn’t like you were being rude.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at Keigo. You couldn’t make out everything the other person was saying, and your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh squeezed again, a bit harder. Nothing uncomfortable, but it certainly caught you off-guard.

“You guys said you’d have it handled,” Keigo suddenly snapped into his phone. It made you jump in surprise, just a little. “Well I think—” he cut off suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and almost visibly counting to ten in his head. His wings were a little listless, and you patted his hand in comfort and started rubbing his back again.

“Fine!” Keigo snapped again. He glanced at you again, and you smiled comfortingly. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he sighed, hanging up.

“It’s okay, Kei,” you reassured him, pat-patting his hand a few more times. His hand still didn’t leave your thigh, and you were surprised as his head dropped to your shoulder.

“It’s not okay,” he muttered angrily into your skin. “They said they’d handle things tonight.”

You hummed in understanding, unable to stop your hands from combing through his always-windswept hair. “It’s okay,” you repeated. “Promise.”

“I don’t wanna go,” he whined.

Your hands slowed at his continued dismay. He very rarely acted like this, usually only when clothes were actually off or when you’d both just sat down with one of your home cooked meals. Sometimes you felt like he waited for calls to interrupt makeouts early on, but those thoughts always made you feel so guilty that you’d pretend they never went through your brain in the first place.

“It’s not fair,” Keigo continued into your collarbone. You forced your hands to go at their previous pace through his hair even though he needed to go.

“I… I’ll be here when you get back, love,” you finally settled on saying.

Keigo moved back and met your gaze, letting your hands rest at the base of his neck. The depths of his gaze nearly swept you off your feet and down a rushing river. His hand on your thigh squeezed once, two more times, before he gently guided your foot back to the floor. That hand slid up and massaged the slightly sore muscles in your hip.

“I…” Keigo licked his lips and you tilted your head in confusion. “I just… I really hate having to leave you all the time. I love you a lot, you know?”

Your heart twirled at his confession and your entire body warmed. “I love you too,” you murmured in reply. “I’ll be here, Kei. I promise.”

“I know,” he sighed, more of his frustration slipping into his voice, “I know that. And I love having you here, but can’t I just—” He growled as his phone pinged again, grumbling under his breath with that anger that was new for this situation. His wings twitched with his emotions.

“Kei, are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Your question seemed to snap his brain back from whatever dive it’d been on and his eyes pinned you again in that predatory way of his. You hoped you were only showing your concern on your face and not the confusion too. He almost seemed to be wrestling with something, but before you could ask again, his expression cleared and a new glint came to his eyes.

“I’m okay, love,” he finally answered. “I’ll get this dealt with quick and then be back, okay?”

“Sure,” you smiled and nodded, already anticipating the opposite.

“I love you, so much,” Keigo repeated as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes closed and you couldn’t help but copy it, breathing him in for a few more moments.

“I love you too,” you murmured.

A kiss was pressed onto your temple, then your lips. This kiss was soft, full of devotion and promises that you didn’t know how to react to. So, you just kissed back.

Keigo finally pulled away, his hands taking yours and walking you to the window. His gaze was intense and you simply smiled, understanding, loving, and hopefully hiding your confusion at his clingy behavior. Red wings flapped but Keigo kept your hands in his even as he was outside the window. You gave him an amused smile as your entire body was stretched out to maintain the contact.

“See you soon, chickadee,” Keigo vowed, releasing one hand.

“See you soon, Hawks,” you winked at him.

A dramatic groan left him at that, “Don’t start that, baby, you know what that’ll do to me,” he fake-complained. “Love you.” It was only your fingertips brushing now.

“Love you too,” you replied. Hawks winked at you once and then his wings took off.

You watched him go until you couldn’t see him anymore, which didn’t take long because of all the buildings in the area. After another moment looking outside, you closed the window almost the entire way and turned back to the apartment. As you did, you noticed a single red feather on the windowsill, almost like there was a spotlight on it.

With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you tucked the feather behind your ear and went about the rest of the evening. You made a simple dinner and watched a show while you ate, making commentary aloud as you often did. The feather stayed in place but every now and then you’d accidentally brush your fingers over it and smile.

Hours later, the dishes were done and the sun had set. It was a normal evening for you, as far as you were concerned. There hadn’t been a text from Keigo, but that was well within the realm of normal. You decided to curl up on the couch and watch a movie.

The beginning credits had just started when your phone rang. You nearly chucked it across the room in your shock.

Fumbling slightly, you noticed the caller ID was Keigo.

Oh no, had something happened? He never called you during the missions where he got called away, and he hadn’t even been on the mission all that long! Your stomach twisted into knots and you answered immediately.

“Kei? What’s going on, what’s wrong?” you asked.

There was a pause and your pulse pounded in your ears.

“You worried about me, princess?” Keigo’s easy voice came through the speaker, and your stomach untwisted just a bit. He was okay, or at least okay enough to tease you.

You scoffed. “You know I’m always worried. But you don’t normally call during missions.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be back tomorrow, okay? Hopefully early in the morning. Just wanted to update you.”

“Oh! Okay! You, um…”

“What’s that, my love?”

You hesitated before admitting, “You don’t normally call me and update me, that’s all.”

“I just wanted to hear your voice, is that not allowed?”

That made you chuckle and your shoulders relaxed. “You’re allowed, it just surprised me a little.” You bit your lip and ran a finger across the feather you had behind your ear. “Thank you for the update,” you finished softly.

“Love you so much baby, I’ll see you soon okay?”

“Love you too,” you echoed, a goofy grin on your face that he couldn’t see. You quickly pulled the feather to your lips and pressed a kiss to it.

Keigo made a sound like he was shuddering. “Don’t start that yet baby,” he whined playfully. “Wait until I get home.”

You giggled, just a little. “Sorry babe, just wanted to give affection.”

“And I love it,” he reassured you. “Do it whenever you want, love. Just remember that I intend on giving back more than I get.”

Your heart stuttered a little but your voice was thankfully even as you replied, “I’ll keep that in mind,” and kitten-licked the very tip of the feather twice.

Keigo groaned over the voice and your entire body tingled. “Such a tease today…” You heard a distant bang, a crash, then a far off shout. “Okay, I really do gotta go, I just wanted to hear your voice and update you. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Keigo.”

The call ended and you lowered the phone. You stared at the ceiling as you thought.

This was certainly out of the ordinary. What had happened to Keigo to start acting this way? Not that you minded, nor that you got any bad feelings about it. It was just unexpected, much like his utter reverence earlier. Maybe he’d just been having some harder days at work, and now he’s comfort seeking. That could be an explanation.

Your phone dinged and this time you did throw it in your shock. It landed on the coffee table with a loud thunk, right next to the flowers.

After recovering, you picked up the phone and read the message. It was from Keigo.

“Whatever you’re overthinking about, it’ll be okay,” the message read.

How did he… You realized you’d been fidgeting with the feather anxiously. With a light chuckle, you shook yourself out of your thoughts and pressed a soft kiss to the red feather before tucking it back behind your ear. After sending a few emojis to Hawks (he was at work, after all), you played the movie once again.

Keigo was right; everything would be fine. This behavior was likely going to be temporary, and though that made your chest ache a bit, you decided to just enjoy it while it lasted.

(to be continued...)

A/N: please let me know what you think even if it's a key smash or a reaction image

[penandinkprincess]

"ummm actually that wouldn't happen because-" playing!!! i am playing!!! come play with me!!! i even set up the sandbox with extra shovels!!! don't smack the barbie out of my hands!!

we are doing improv!! pick up a blorbo and yes and with me!!

[shanalikeanna]

IM PLAYING IM PLAYING

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[mxrderscenes]

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[galadrieljones]

Serious advice tho if this happens, it's likely because you already wrote past the end of the scene and wandered too far from the more logical transition point, and you should go back to the last time the writing felt "unforced" and cut everything after.

You can also just skip the transition. Really good writing can span years in a single sentence, like you can just authoritatively state fact and your reader will go with it.

[xalphafox]

This is GOLD! You just saved me like thousands of therapy costs lmao

[headspace-hotel]

When I was writing my fic last few months the strategy I used was "just skip all the scenes I don't want to write" and it worked great in my opinion

[ezekiel13]

I want to write my fanfic <- isn’t writing my fanfic

[afurioushawk]

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[frustratedasatruar]

Real and growing possibility of him dying live on tv and nobody in the room noticing for minutes on end.

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