soup

fanfic writer for bnha, jjk, and some others smut, fluff, angst call me soup <3 18

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hey gang, guess who’s gonna be writing for december? ME!! I AM!! so i present to you: Soup’s December Lineup! the days are subject to change, as well as the tentative titles but we have:

1. “Hot Cocoa Kisses” Shoto Todoroki x reader

2. “Body Heat” Katsuki Bakugo x reader «18+»

3. “Ice Skating” Suguru Geto & Satoru Gojo x reader

4. “Snowball Fight” Kotaro Bokuto x reader

5. “Gift Giving” Ochaco Uraraka x reader

6. “Wrapped With a Bow” Kuroo x reader «18+»

7. “Meeting the Parents” Izuku Midoriya x reader

8. “Under the Mistletoe” Tooru Oikawa x reader

9. “Chicken Noodle” Mikasa Ackerman x reader

10. “No it's.. nice?” Tengen Uzui x reader

11. “Confessions” Mirio Togata x reader

12. “And On The Twelfth Night…” Satoru Gojo x reader

13. “That Fuzzy Feeling” Kirishima x reader

14. “Sprinkles and Frosting” Katsuki Bakugo & Izuku Midoriya x reader

15. “Guess I Fell for You!” Yuji x reader

16. “A Little Bit of This a Little of That” Tenya Iida x reader

17. “Frosted Portraits” Armin Arlert x reader

18. “Santa Baby” Satoru x reader

19. “Santa’s Elf” Kento Nanami x reader «18+»

20. “Tree Lighting” Denki Kaminari x reader

21. “Elf on the Shelf” Izuku x reader

22. “This is the one!” Yuji Itadori x reader

23. “Brrrrr!” Giyuu x reader

24. “No Peeking!” Keigo Takami x reader

25. “Merry Christmas!” Katsuki Bakugo & Izuku Midoriya x reader

26. “Bundle Up!” Katsuki x reader

27. “Isn’t it Beautiful? The Lights I Mean!” Izuku x reader

28. “You Thought!” Eijiro Kirishima x reader «18+»

29. “Wishing on a Star” Armin x reader

30. “A Toast to Us” Eijiro Kirishima & Katsuki Bakugo x reader

31. “New Years Kisses” Izuku Midoriya x reader

feel free to recommend who I should write for (and for what prompt) with those with “???”, and those in blue are those that have been requested! some are already filled in (because sometimes i wanna be self indulgent too) but don’t let that stop you from requesting that character again! i’m willing to write for bnha, haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, and some demon slayer (ask who if curious) ! if there’s any questions about prompts feel free to ask!

if a request isn’t filled by the week prior to it (ex. the 1st not being filled by november 24th) then i get to choose which character to write for! those will be in purple! i don’t make the rules.. except i do.

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oh baby!

izuku midoriya x reader

cw: implied relationship between you and izuku, fluff, tenya iida has a baby, lowercase intentional, not proofread

422 words

izuku midoriya would be a fantastic father, that’s out of the question. 

he would love whatever bundle of joy the two of you brought into the world with his whole being. he would cry messy tears as soon as he laid his eyes on the sweet angel on your chest, approaching you with quiet, cautious steps as to not cause any further stress to you or the baby. his hand would tremble as he reached to caress the baby’s face, and izuku would look up at you with a wobbly smile when your baby squeezed his finger with their tiny hand. 

all of that was obvious. 

you just didn’t expect that the switch inside him would flip when he was holding the baby of your old high school classmate, tenya iida. 

tenya’s baby was adorable, complete with dark blue hair and chubby cheeks. his baby wasn’t fussy or shy, just curious of the world around them. the baby looked at izuku with big eyes as they grabbed at his green hair, giving it a tug with their surprising baby strength. 

tenya, ever vigilant, apologized for his child’s behavior immediately but izuku didn’t seem to mind. izuku didn’t even seem to listen as his friend talked to his baby, admonishing the six month old and that “when you’re older, you’re going to apologize to mr. midoriya”. 

the baby laughed and cooed with a smile, not caring about their father’s words. izuku reassured his friend that “its fine, really! they’re just curious!” as he waggled his finger at the small child. the baby swatted at izuku’s hand, not entertained by his efforts, and reached out to grab izuku’s nose. 

it was quick, playful really. just a baby trying to get their hands on anything and everything, developing their motor skills. but you saw the glimmer in izuku’s eyes. 

that’s when he gave you the look. 

his pupils were dilated and his cheeks were slightly flushed. you could tell that it was in that moment that izuku needed to be a father. 

you and izuku had talked about children and your plans for the future a handful of times, but it always felt so far away. 

now, in this moment, with izuku holding tenya iida’s chubby baby, those talks didn’t feel like they were decades away. 

with wide, pleading eyes, izuku gently raised the baby as if showing the child to you. you could already hear the conversation you’ll be having later that night. 

izuku had come down with a bad case of baby fever.

a/n: i have big ideas about izuku and how he would be as a father you have no idea, but the question is would you want to read it..? ill probably write and post it anyways >:P

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18+ minors dni!

izuku midoriya starts tearing up as soon as his cockhead pushes into your gummy walls. 

his body shudders as he threatens to collapse on top of you. various pleas and whines escape his mouth, your name on his tongue like a prayer. 

“please, oh fuck— you’re so tight for me”

“you’re so so perfect, my love”

“please! god, you’re so beautiful”

he doesn’t know what he’s pleading for. but he knows he’s pleading for you. 

and that’s all he can think about. 

izuku’s hair falls in front of his eyes like a curtain, but his lovesick haze can’t be hidden behind the strands. 

his hand grip yours tightly as he thrusts his tip in and out of your pretty hole. it’s too much for him, his dripping mushroom tip leaks and dribbles into and around your cunt as proof. 

his free hand slides down your body, caressing your breasts and lingering along your tummy. finally, it reaches its home between your thighs. izuku’s thumb rubs sloppy circles around your clit, as he shakes from pleasure. 

his forehead drops to meet yours as fat tears squeeze themselves out of his eyes and onto your cheeks. 

“can i? oh please, baby, can i?” izuku babbles. 

he’s trying to take it slow, to tease you even more with his painfully hard erection, but he was fraying at the edges. every choked out call of your name begged you to let him sink into you. 

once you let him, izuku was eager to push the rest of himself into your warm pussy. his balls hit against you, heavy and aching. 

his thrusts quickly transformed from slow and cautious to sporadic and desperate. every moan floated above the squelches of your pussy sucking him in and the slap of skin against skin. 

his thumb that circled your puffy clit began stuttering, as did izuku’s hips. he was shaking, face buried into your neck because everything was too much to handle. 

“please, baby. fuck, i need you! cum with me, please!” he cried, hot tears falling against your skin. 

your pussy clenched around him deliciously, and he was a goner. izuku sobbed into your neck while he emptied himself into your fluttery cunt, hot and filling. 

as you came, he kept humping you desperately, his sensitive cock dragging along your sloppy walls. 

izuku didn’t bother to pull out as he kissed up your neck to the spot below your ear. 

“again? please?”

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st. patricks day

izuku midoriya x reader

cw: implied relationship between you and izuku, fluff, implied sexual activity if you squint, lowercase intentional, not proofread

640 words

pinching izuku midoriya on st. patrick’s day is totally fair game. 

izuku doesn’t seem to think so. 

“i’m both with a permanent pass!” he claims as he grabs your wrists in a firm hold to prevent you from pinching him. 

but that’s the problem. he was born with green hair! that seemed a little unfair, and you were all about equality. 

at the beginning of every st. patrick’s day, you gave him one hour from the moment you wake up to get something green on. but, unfortunately, this “accommodation” also applies to you. 

“fair is fair” is the quote izuku uses to taunt you, taking your own words and spinning them against you. 

so, you’ve prepared. a lot. a matching green bracelet on your bedside table. a pair of green slippers by the foot of your bed.  izukus green hoodie ready for the taking in your closet. even a pair of green underwear as a failsafe. 

you’re set! 

right?

when you woke up that morning, you lazily reached for the bracelet, lifting and dropping your hand on the wooden furniture only to be met with a remote and some charging cables. you furrow your brows, now more awake as you sit up in bed. you look high and low, under the dresser, back onto the top of it — even beneath the covers of your bed. it was nowhere to be found. 

but that’s alright, you have your slippers! as the cold begins to seep into the pads of your feet, you quickly slip your feet into your slippers.

except, they weren’t your slippers? 

you were currently wearing izukus slippers. his black slippers. and once again, your green article of clothing disappeared into the void. 

you checked under your bed and in your closet, but still, they were gone. you were starting to notice a pattern. 

while searching in your closet, you reached for the green hoodie you left out, that was supposed to be hanging on the door. the sunlight that shined through your blinds didn’t illuminate much, but you could tell that this wasn’t the hoodie you set out. the fabric was different — heavier — and there was a type of embroidered design you couldn’t make out. the green hoodie you laid out had none of that. with a huff, you pull the hoodie on over your pajamas and set your sights on izuku. 

izuku was cooking breakfast, as per usual. the decadent aroma almost took you out of your semi bad mood. almost. 

“izuku, you’ll never believe what’s happening! i can’t find..” you didn’t bother to finish your sentence. 

izuku midoriya was in your kitchen, with hair tousled from sleep and a kind smile on his face, was wearing your green hoodie you laid out. no, not just that. your slippers, that were much too small for his feet, were being “worn”. the sole of the slipper barely reached his heel, but the glint in his eyes indicated he didn’t care. 

“couldn’t find what?”

izuku adjusted his hoodie, rolling up the sleeves even more so to stir the pan on the stove. while doing so, he revealed the bracelet you meant to wear, dangling on his wrist. 

izuku gives you a smug once over, no green on your body in sight. 

“looks like you’re not wearing any green, sweetheart,” izuku grins. he turns off the heat, sauntering over to you as if his intentions are totally innocent.

you panic for a brief moment before remembering your fail safe, the green underwear. you lift the waistband enough to peek above your pajama bottoms, a smug smile on your face.

izuku can’t help but laugh, holding your hips as he slides his thumbs beneath the waistband. “i’ll get you,” he muses. “mark my words.” he snaps the waistband against your skin playfully before he kisses your cheek. 

“cmon, breakfast is ready.”

a/n: i'm back and writing ?!? crazy work, really ! i'm trying out something new with the dividers, do we like them? do we hate them? please let me know ! much love, and i hope those who celebrate st. paddys aren't getting pinched ! xoxo soup

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New Years Kisses

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

cw: fluff, established relationship (married), not proofread

413 words

The new year was fast approaching. 

The starlight was brightly shining through your windows, and the shine of the TV lit up the faces of the people around you. Friends and family alike gathered in front of the television, sharing laughter and recounting fond memories of the past year. 

Promotions and jobs that were for the better. Lessons learned and people saved. Welcoming those into your lives and cutting others out. The room was abuzz with various stories that were held closely to your heart, all which made the year so special. 

Your husband, Izuku Midoriya, stood by your side throughout the year, even doing so during the party. His hand was resting around your waist, nodding as resolutions were shared and expectations for the new year were betted upon. 

You knew why he was staying close to you. Despite the ball drop being a few minutes away, Izuku wouldn’t dare risk being away from you in case time somehow sped up. Plus, he absolutely adored being next to you. If the past year has taught you anything, it would be that Izuku Midoriya, the world’s savior, is utterly and absolutely head over heels in love with you. So, a few extra minutes next to you to end the year off is exactly what the doctor ordered for Izuku. 

His hand caressed your side gently, holding you close in a firm but loving grip. He wanted you to feel seen, and his soft, lingering eyes only hit the message home. 

Minutes felt like seconds, and the new year was already being counted down. Amongst the loud counting being done by your friends and family around you, you could only focus on the three words that were whispered against the shell of your ear. 

“I love you.”

Those three words sealed the previous year and followed you into the new one. In fact, that’s all you could think about as the clock struck midnight. 

At last, the new year begins, and it’s only customary to share a kiss with the one you love. So, of course, you cup Izuku’s cheeks, holding him oh so tightly, and press a dizzying kiss against his lips. He allows his hands to slide down to the small of your back, cautious, yet confident. 

Against your lips, Izuku whispers in the most sincere, honeyed tone, “Happy New Year, my love.” The nickname felt like a promise dripping from his lips. 

And you knew Izuku was good with his promises. 

Day 31 of Soup's December Lineup! unfortunately, this one is much shorter, but happy new year everyone!! i hope this year treats you with love and kindness xoxo soup

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A Toast to Us

Eijiro Kirishima & Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, not proofread

628 words

“You know, the new year is fast approaching. Do you have any New Year’s resolutions?” 

The blond to your left scoffs. “You mean besides climbing my way to the top as number one hero?”

The red head to your right pushes the blond’s shoulder. “Duh! Of course besides that! That’s your resolution every year!” 

You, stuck in the middle, watched the blond roll his eyes. As the year came to a close, the topic of New Year’s celebrations was a constant question between you and your boyfriends, Eijiro Kirishima, and Katsuki Bakugo. 

You three were sitting on the couch, the cushions dipping beneath your combined weight, because god forbid you evenly disperse across the piece of furniture. You lost count of which movie was playing on the TV. Four? Five? Time was moving both too slow and too fast. 

Weight gets shifted across the couch, and you feel your head being moved from the couch cushion to Katsuki’s shoulder while your legs rest over Eijiro’s knees. 

You raise your eyebrows at Katsuki, waiting to hear his answer about his New Year’s resolution. He pokes your head, turning it to no longer face him, but instead face Eijiro. 

“Well,” Katsuki begins gruffly, “maybe we can finally get that dog we wanted?”

Eijiro’s eyes go wide in agreement, nodding excitedly. “Yeah! We could take it on our runs, right, Katsuki? Hopefully it’ll be a big cuddle bug too!”

You can see it now. A bigger dog, fluffy and energetic enough to keep up with your household's bustling energy. It would run through the yard, alternating between chasing Eijiro and being chased by him, as Katsuki laughs about Eijiro almost tripping over his own feet. The dog would go on hikes with the three of you, pushing through and making it to the top with a big ol’ smile on its face. 

You nod, accepting the possible resolution. 

“What about you, Eiji?” you question. 

Eijiro looks up at the ceiling, as if it holds all the answers to your question. “Well, I’d definitely aim to be even manlier than this year!” he laughs. “But besides that? Maybe I’ll get more into reading or something! Finally understand what all the hype is around those romance books you two have been reading!”

You nod again. Once again, an acceptable resolution! 

“And what about you, huh?” Katsuki grumbles next to your ear, gently shaking you for emphasis. 

Eijiro squeezes your calf in encouragement. “Yeah, we’d love to hear it, babe!” 

Now, it was your turn to wrack your brain for a resolution. Last year, it was to be more honest with yourself and your feelings, and hey! It worked! Thanks to that resolution, you gained two wonderful boyfriends who love you more than the world itself. What could top that? 

“I’m not sure!” you exclaim, rubbing your arm in embarrassment for your uncertainty. Eijiro and Katsuki seem like they have it all figured out, and by dating them for as long as you did you know that couldn’t be further from the truth, but that doesn’t change the fact that they still knew what they wanted at that moment. 

“I think,” you pause. You felt the cogs whirring in your brain, eventually settling on the resolution. “I’d like to keep my resolution from last year, to be more true to myself.” 

You feel Katsuki nod against your shoulder. “That’s always a good one.”

Eijiro perks up. “Wait, wasn’t that the one that let you date us?”

You hum as a form of agreement, which prompts Eijiro to grab his drink off the coffee table. “Then a toast to us, right? That’s what the new year's all about!”

Katsuki grabs his drink from the table, handing you your own. You three lift your cups.

"Cheers!"

Day 30 of Soup's December Lineup! one more day to go!!!

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Wishing on a Star

Armin Arlert x Reader

cw: fluff, romantic implied but i suppose it can be platonic, not proofread

600 words

Who knew balls of gas, hundreds and thousands of light years away could produce such beautiful displays of light. Constellations scattered across the night sky intermingled with stray stars, each one shining in their own way. The stars blinked and pulsated, as if speaking to each other in a language long forgotten by the likes of humans. 

Armin Arlert sat beneath the stars with a large book in hand. Astronomy for Everybody. The cover was leather bound and worn at the corners, seemingly loved by generations of stargazers. His nimble fingers grazed the stained pages, the coffee stains made their own figures on the paper, left by someone who likely stayed up all night just to watch the stars fade away with the sunrise. 

Armin is pulled out of his trance as he hears you gasp, turning off the lamp that’s being used as a reading light to look up at the sky. 

“What? What is it?” 

Furrowed brows and narrowed eyes found their way onto Armin’s face. He was looking so hard, but he found the same constellations as before. Gemini. Lynx. Orion. That is, until a speck of light flew across his vision. Unsure if what he saw was truly there, he squinted harder, as if that would make the light appear again. 

Armin is about to give up and return to his book of stars when another dash of light beams across the sky. Your oohs and aahs are not lost on the blond, but are actually echoing what he’s thinking, verbatim. Light after light, the comets streak through the night, chasing after one another like children. It’s an endless game of tag, one happening hundreds of thousands of light years away. 

Armin looks over at you with newfound wonder and excitement shining in his eyes. “You- you saw that right?” 

You nod, continuing to look up at the vast night sky above. You hear Armin flip through his book, the papers rustling together before hearing his faint “there we go!”  

You cock your head to the side, indicative of your unwavering attention. The blond glances up at you, met by your genuinely curious gaze. With a smile, a real, fond smile, Armin speaks, “I think that’s the Geminids shower! It starts.. around… there!”

He points a finger to the sky. Lo and behold, many of the specs of light originate around the area he pointed to, coloring the dark sky with their light. 

You think back to your childhood and stories you were told. Wishing on stars. Princes appearing from frogs. Fairy godmothers and wicked witches. It all felt so nostalgic when gazing upon the starry night sky. The blanket laid beneath you once felt so big. It could bury you whole when you were little, but now it was just the right amount of space for two people. You and Armin. 

Swept away by nostalgia, you find words leaving your mouth before you can stop them. “Did you ever wish on shooting stars?”

Armin is silent for a while, and you’re about to reask or even dismiss your question completely before he answers. “I used to. It was always for silly stuff, but I like to think it worked.”

“You wanna try it again?”

Armin nodded, catching a stray shooting star in his field of vision. He shuts his eyes tight. It was as if he was putting his whole soul into this one wish. It was obvious he wanted it to come true. 

By the time you open your eyes, Armin is looking back up to the sky. 

“So, what’d you wish for?”

“Us.”

Day 29 of Soup's December Lineup! holy dookie 2 more days left to go..

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You Thought!

Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

cw: SMUT MINORS DNI !!!, oral (m!receiving), gag-gifts, reader has fem! anatomy, mentioned oral (f!receiving), not proofread

1021 words

Oh, Christmas. 

A day full of holiday cheer, laughter, and a time to give back to the people you love. It was also the day where you subject your husband, Eijiro Kirishima, to the strangest gag gifts you could find. 

Last year, it was a toilet golf set. It had a mat to work as the green, and even came with a putt and a ball! Honestly, Eijiro put it to good use too! Any time he sensed he would take a while in the bathroom (which was quite often) he took the set in with him. You could hear his cheers whenever he successfully made it in the hole, and his grumbles whenever he missed. 

This year? It was a bit different. More suggestive, if you will. 

Eijiro unwrapped the gift with a curious quirk of his eyebrows, continuously looking up at you to gauge his reaction. Finally, the wrapping was clean off, and there it was! The “Weener Kleener” in all its glory. It was a ring of soap, an actual ring, meant to clean and wash his dick. And, as if that wasn’t enough in itself, you got him a “Willy Warmer” too. It was a knit piece of fabric meant to then warm up his nether regions. It was practically a set!

When it processed in Eijiro’s mind what you got him, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing. His ears turned red as his face took on a lovely shade of pink. Clutching his sides, Eijiro asked you with a laugh, “What? Are you calling me dirty?”

You shrug jokingly. “If the shoe fits!”

He examines the “Willy Warmer”. “Are you sure this’ll fit? And what do I need this for? I got you!” Eijiro laughs, the glimmer in his eyes is nothing short of mischievous. 

You gasp, asking him what he means. You knew what he was saying. You just needed to hear the words fall from his lips. 

“I mean, your mouth is plenty warm, right? Not to mention your pussy is warm too!” Eijiro says unabashedly. You knew he was saying this to fluster you, but it also worked to increase the growing heat between your thighs. 

A burst of confidence surges through your veins, and you damn offer him the warmth of your mouth, only in much less words. 

Eijiro's eyes go wide. “You’re saying you wanna suck me off, baby?” Eijiro searches your face and examines your body language for any hint of discomfort or anything that says your offer was a joke. He doesn’t find any. As another attempt to give you an out, he reminds you, “You know I’m pretty big, right? You’re sure you wanna do this?”

You don’t answer him with words. Instead, your hands work on undoing his belt as your lips press hot, opened mouthed kisses down his neck. The metal is cool against your fingertips, while the heat emanating from his body is nothing short of delicious. 

Groans reverberate through Eijiro’s body. He wasn’t expecting you to be as forward as you are, and he especially wasn’t expecting you to actually want to suck him off with such fervor. But hey! He wasn’t going to complain! Especially not when your hands slid under his shirt as if you were desperate to feel more of him—all of him. 

Eijiro pulled you in closer by your waist, hands traveling down the expanse of your back to the fat of your ass. He kneads and squishes, his large hands trying to slip under the waistband of your pants, but opting instead to lay over the fabric as he grabs onto you. 

His belt is then undone, and you work to maneuver his hard cock out from his boxers. You can see the imprint of his length through the fabric. Eijiro told you he wasn’t small, and you knew that, but this definitely refreshed your memory. 

Eijiro ran a hand through his hair, a huff of air escaping from his lips. He glances up to your face, searching for some form of uncertainty, but he is only met with hunger and determination. God, did that make him harder. 

You pull down the elastic waistband, his cock no longer confined by the burgundy fabric of his boxers, but instead free to the outside air. With a lick of your lips, you drop to your knees. 

You grab the length of Eijiro’s cock, making him shudder from such a small gesture. He caresses your face, running his fingers through your hair and wipes his thumb across your cheek. He couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked with your darkened eyes and plush lips that began to wrap around the head of his cock. 

Eijiro gasped as you kitten licked his tip. Yes, he adored you when you sucked him off, but Eijiro was always a giver. He always chose to lap his tongue through your folds and suckle your clit over you gagging around his girth. Your pleasure was his pleasure, after all! But he couldn’t deny you when you offered your pretty mouth around him. 

He was heavy against your tongue, but you weren’t about to complain. As you took more of him in your mouth, drooling from the sheer length, Eijiro had to resist grabbing onto your hair and guiding you further down his dick. If you wanted to suck him off, he would let you decide the pace. 

Hollowed cheeks and small, muffled moans of yours had him twitching on your tongue, desperate to spill his cum down your throat. You felt Eijiro twitch, over and over again, and his thighs began to shake with every passing bob of your head. 

“Please, baby, look at me. I want to see your pretty eyes when I cum.”

And who were you to deny him of such release? 

Eijiro shuddered, long and hard. A moan of your name left his throat, especially as you swallowed his seed. He pulled himself out of your mouth, immediately missing the warmth, but he instead opted to kiss you. 

Eijiro whispered against your lips, cheeks red and chest heaving. “You’re too good to me.”

Day 28 of Soup's December Lineup!

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Isn't it Beautiful? The Lights I Mean!

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, christmas-esk, not proofread

548 words

Dozens of tiny lights. Hundreds. Possibly thousands of small, colorful lights blink and flicker along your street. 

Lining houses, colorful bulbs illuminate your faces as you walk by. Dangling from trees, string lights act as icicles or are reminiscent of that Pixie Dust Tree from those Tinkerbell movies. Your street was truly a sight to behold. 

Of course, you and your boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya, decorated your house to fit in with the wonderful light displays that your neighbors had. 

Your house was bedazzled beautifully. Lights lined your driveway, even bigger bulbs lined the pathway to your front door. Izuku worked tirelessly to string some lights in one of the trees in your front yard, almost falling out of it more times than you could count. The lights hanging from your roof pulsated like a heartbeat, but could easily be switched to solid, flickering, even some light mode that reminded you of a rave. You had light up decorations as well; deers and snowmen made entirely of wire and light looked ethereal on your lawn. 

You may be biased, but you thought your home looked the best. Every light reminded you of little memories you had with Izuku, each bulb making your home feel perfect. 

Izuku held your hand tightly as you took a stroll down your street, the lights reflecting in your eyes. You began at one end, taking your time to admire each and every house you passed. Yes, Christmas may be over, but the wonder that came with the holiday never ceased. 

You felt like you were in high school again, laughing with your friends as you walked down lit streets, your breath making puffs in the cool air. Even in high school, you admired the light displays. Each home served to inspire your decorations for next year, and every light captivated your attention. You were like a moth, drawn to the brightness. 

In your adulthood, that wonder never passed. The lights still distracted you and the bright colors still reflected your cheery personality. 

Izuku was equally in awe. Sure, the lights were stunning! The way they reflected in the damp streets was truly magical and it gave him a prolonged feeling of Christmas cheer. What was more eye-catching, in his opinion, was you. 

You were a sight to behold. Your cheeks were flushed from the cold and the lights danced in your eyes. God, were you beautiful. 

How could you expect him to focus on the lights when you were right there? 

“Huh?” Izuku asked, his cheeks were pink.

“I asked what you thought about that house! I thought it looked amazing, but that doesn’t mean much since I thought the last few were great too. So, what do you think?” You clarify, squeezing his hand. 

“Oh!” Izuku glanced at the house for a brief moment, nodding. “Well, it is super nice! I think the icicle lights were a nice touch, not many houses on this street have them. Plus, the all white lights are pretty too, I appreciate the commitment.”

Izuku smiles at you. “Beautiful.” His gaze was soft and his words were sincere. You couldn’t tell if he was talking about you or the house. 

“But not as beautiful as you. Now come on, I saw a cool house a few doors down.”

Day 27 of Soup's December Lineup! eek only so many more days until we're done! i am butt ass tired, so hopefully this one's okay D:

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Bundle Up!

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

cw: fluff, crude language, established relationship, kisses, not proofread

553 words

“Katsuki Bakugo get your ass back over here before I drag you here myself!”

Your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, is such a hypocrite when it comes to self care. Yes, he takes care of himself when it matters —after all he has a whole morning and night routine!— but not when it comes to self sacrificing. He claims that he can take it, always throwing himself into danger when it’s about protecting you. The only problem? He didn’t need to, at all. 

Katsuki dragged himself back to the front door,  the cold air gusting through into the warmth. He gives you the look. The look that screams, “Really? You don’t have to do this.” The look that you know stems from his belief that he knows best, always. With you, he was learning that his belief may not always be right. 

“I really have to go, you know,” he reminded you, but he couldn’t add any bite to his words. He never could when you blinked at him with those pretty eyes. 

“Yeah, go and freeze your ass off? I don’t think so.”

It was absolutely freezing outside. It was the coldest it would be all year, frost covered houses and powdered lawns don’t even begin to cover it. If you left water outside, you would find it frozen within the hour if even that. 

Of course, Katsuki wore the bare minimum. A nice insulated, puffy jacket, some boots, and some long pants. You raise your eyebrows, folding your arms over your chest, unamused. 

You grab a scarf, wrapping it around his neck. 

“I got it, I’m not a child,” he muttered, but he didn’t dare grab the scarf out of your hands. Under his big, tough guy persona, he loved when you treated him with such tenderness and care. He didn’t want to be treated like he was fragile, but like you truly cared. And care you did, bundling him up with scarves, beanies, and gloves. 

Katsuki lets you dress him up, watching your actions with a curious eye. He doesn’t understand why you care so much, it was just a quick grocery run for some eggs and milk, but he didn’t interfere. 

Once you’re happy with how warm he looks, you step back. You have a proud look in your eye, gently adjusting the beanie on his head to lay flat. 

Katsuki scans your face, the tips of his ears turning red. He looks away quickly, muttering a “Thanks” under his breath. 

Then when you smile at him? He clears his throat and turns towards the door, knowing he’ll stare. He needs to leave, he really does, but you made it so so hard. 

Katsuki is about to walk out the front door, but you call out for him again. Furrowing his brows, he stops in his tracks. He shakes his head, urging you to spit it out.  

You take his face in your hands and press a kiss to his lips. “Don’t be gone too long! Oh, and pick up some toothpaste while you’re out, yeah?” 

Katsuki can only nod, the feel of your lips on his still fresh in his mind. He walks away, bringing his gloved hand to his face, gently ghosting over where your lips once were. Katsuki unlocks his car door with a smirk and drives off. 

Day 26 of Soup's December Lineup! less than a week left...

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Merry Christmas!

Izuku Midoriya & Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

cw: fluff, i wrote this interpreting it as the 3 of you are married but it's not clearly stated so take it as you wish!, christmas!!!!!, not proofread

678 words

What makes Christmas so special? 

Is it the gifts piled under the tree? The stockings hanging above the fireplace? The chestnuts that are constantly roasting over an open fire? Maybe it’s the cookies that Santa devours from every house, or the process of making said cookies? 

Perhaps, it’s all of it all at once. Perhaps it’s those you spend time with that makes Christmas so special. The laughter, the smiles. The way their eyes light up when unwrapping what you got them and the tight hugs and kisses that follow. The baking of cookies, and tree decorating.

It’s cheesy, but maybe it was true. 

Your Christmas certainly felt special when spending it with the loves of your life. You couldn’t imagine Christmas without them, honestly! The way Katsuki ensured everyone was properly bundled up before facing the cold, and how Izuku never missed an opportunity to kiss you under the mistletoe. Life without them just wouldn’t be the same. 

You couldn’t imagine a time when the couch cushions didn’t sink under your collective weight, or when the Hallmark movies weren’t accompanied by Katsuki’s undivided attention and occasional remarks. You couldn’t remember the time before you met the two men, how life moved on without Izuku’s sappy holiday speeches or your joint participation in the kitchen to cook up a feast for your ginormous family. 

Life was happy. Comforting. Full. 

Despite the stress that accompanied Christmas, all the shopping and consequent wrapping, the food prep and baking, you never felt brought down. Not when you knew that Izuku and Katsuki were always there to pick you up. 

From celebration to celebration, family to family, Izuku’s to Katsuki’s to yours, time felt like it was flying both too fast and very slow. Every Christmas party was full of laughter and excitement, each celebration different in their own ways but brought together by the immense amount of love expressed. 

Christmas at Izuku’s mom’s house was cozy and inviting. It was always brunch, and it always involved the three of you getting fawned over by Izuku’s mother, Inko. It was sweet. Quiet. Peaceful. 

When it came to Katsuki’s family, it was a lot more rambunctious. His mother, Mitsuki, always praises you for “transforming her son into a kind, loving man”. Of course, this was followed by Katsuki’s grumbles and Izuku’s laughter, only making the tips of Katsuki’s ears turn redder. Masaru, Katsuki’s father, captures you all in a bear hug, agreeing with his wife’s sentiment. Then, Katsuki’s extended family never bored you as they were loud, and full of life. It was laughter filled. Chaotic. Fun. 

Towards the late afternoon is when you went to see your family. They always invited Katsuki and Izuku into your family with open arms, playing cards with them while the children in your family tugged at their arms to play “heroes”. Izuku always gave in, running around with them and lifting them on his shoulders. Of course, along the way, Izuku would make some playful comment towards Katsuki about how the children liked him more, and how Katsuki was lame. As usual, this was the inciting incident that led to Katsuki joining their games. It was loud. Playful. Familiar. 

Eventually, all of your batteries run dry, and you excuse yourselves back home. That’s when the movies flick themselves on, and you all finally get to indulge yourself in each other. During this time, gifts are finally revealed from their hiding places.  

Every gift given is always sentimental and purposeful. A photo album, some clothes you’ve been eyeing, or coordinated jewelry. Yeah, the gifts were nice, but the thing that took the cake was the quality time spent with the other two. 

As the night faded into the next morning, and the Christmas parties came to an end, you always found yourself in their arms; Izuku’s face buried against your neck as Katsuki’s arms held you tightly. Legs intertwining in a mess of differently patterned Christmas pajamas, and breaths synchronizing, the world felt as it did when you woke up. 

Quiet, love filled, and so utterly yours.

Day 25 of Soup's December Lineup! happy holidays everyone!! i can't believe i actually made it to christmas, so bonkers!!! merry christmas to those who celebrate! and for those that dont, i still wish you a wonderful day!! much love !!

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No Peeking!

Keigo Takami x Reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, nosey keigo, not proofread!

577 words

It was the dead of night when you emerged from the darkened halls. It was quiet. Too quiet. No crickets chirped and no owls called from the midnight sky. The world felt still. 

You knew he was out there. Watching. Waiting to get a peek of what was inside the wrapped box you’ve been hiding inside your closet. 

You wouldn’t let him. You couldn’t let him. 

Not until Christmas. 

But Keigo Takami was never one to be patient. He was terribly nosey and awfully determined. He craved answers, if not for anything but to fuel his ego. 

Despite the warning signs blaring in your ears, you knew if you kept the box hidden in your closet for one more night, then you would find Keigo sitting on your bedroom floor with a variety of tools to carefully peel off the intricately wrapped wrapping paper. Needless to say, if you didn’t move it now then it would never live to fill its rightful place under the tree. 

You tiptoed down the halls, the cold floor seeping into your socks, chilling you to the core. Right as you get to the tree, you hear a rustle in the kitchen. You hold your breath. One second. Two seconds.  But it’s no use. You’ve been spotted. 

“Hey there, baby! Whatcha got there?” Keigo chirped innocently. 

Improv was never your strong suit, especially when it came to Keigo. While coming up with some sort of answer, you hide the gift behind your back, but his keen eyes are quick to notice everything. “Nothing!” you lied. You’re in too deep. 

Keigo takes a step closer towards you, his head cocked to the side as he evaluates your stance. His eyes narrow. He knows you’re lying. He can sense it in your body language, the way you froze up and how you won’t meet his eyes. To be fair, he also saw you carrying the gift in your hands as you sneaked down the hall, but he can read you like a comic book. 

“Then what’s in your hands, hm?” 

You flounder, not knowing what to say next. 

“I can go place it under the tree for you, if you’d like! I can tell you’re tired, just leave it to me.” Keigo reached for the gift behind you, but you moved out of his grasp. You can see his brows furrow in frustration —he almost had it!— but he quickly masks it behind a smile. You weren’t making this easy. 

You shake your head, assuring him that you can do it yourself, but before you do you need him to go to bed for the night. That way, you could keep an eye on him, and an arm around his waist to hold him down, until morning arrived. 

Keigo gasps. “Keeping secrets now, are we?” he teases. Keigo knows that gift is for him, but he’d be damned if he didn’t want to know what was in it. He will find out one way or another!

You raise your brows at him in disbelief, earning a groan from the man. Unfortunately, he always ended up folding under your glance. “Fine, fine!” Keigo begins to walk away. “Not even a hint?” 

You narrow your eyes, and he gets the message quickly. He’s forced to wait for Christmas, which thankfully was in just a few hours. With a dignified smile, you place the gift under the tree, unopened and a complete mystery to Keigo Takami. 

Success!

Day 24 of Soup's December Lineup! tomorrow is christmas day!! eek so exciting! i hope you guys have an amaaazing christmas eve and then day to those who celebrate!

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Brrrr!

Giyuu Tomioka x Reader

cw: housemate! giyuu, romantic-ish (could be platonic) but barely, not proofread

703 words

It was so cold in your apartment. You could practically see your breath in the frigid air. Shivering was second nature and your goosebumps felt permanent. 

Your housemate, Giyuu Tomioka, didn’t seem to mind the cold as much as you did. Then again, nothing seemed to bother him. He was always cool, collected, so why would some pesky cold air bother him? So, as any reasonable person would, he just wore some sweatpants and a sweater that he found laying around. Clearly, a perfect outfit for the freezer-like temperature of your apartment. 

You, on the other hand, were freezing your ass off, so you decided to use your common sense. You, not only, were wearing sweats, but also a long sleeve, a hoodie that you found laying around, and the biggest jacket you owned. All just to lay under the fluffiest covers you owned. You had no clue why it was so cold in your apartment. Maybe the landlord forgot to fix the heating system in the complex? You tugged the blanket higher, not feeling like thinking of the problem any longer, and instead tried to bury yourself under the fluffy sheet while maintaining enough airflow. 

Giyuu knocked on your door and walked into your room. Giyuu was always respectful of your space, never walking in without knocking beforehand, and always made sure to close the door as he left. It was a breath of fresh air from how your last housemate was. They always barged into rooms and left empty containers in the fridge. Giyuu was nothing like them. He treated you with such respect, and he expected you to do the same, as any good housemate would. 

Giyuu looked around your room for a brief moment before landing on you on your bed, snuggled under the covers. You watch as he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, almost as if he forgot what he was going to say as soon as he looked at you. Giyuu shakes his head before seemingly regaining his thoughts. 

“Have you seen my hoodie? It’s the blue one with the spiral pattern. I’ve been-” Giyuu pauses. His eyes catch on the familiar blue of his favorite hoodie peeking out from the blankets, smooshed between you and your jacket. 

You look down at yourself, wondering what he was looking at. Maybe there was something on the blanket? Taking a quick once over, you don’t see anything of importance, so you lift the covers to check what you’re wearing, and there it is. The very blue hoodie Giyuu was asking you about was there, on your body. The cogs turn in your brain as you debate admitting you were wearing it or just playing dumb. 

Granted, it was an accident! You just picked up the first thing you saw in a desperate attempt to warm yourself up! Surely Giyuu would understand! But, you were in no mood to free yourself from the confines of your blanket, and subject yourself to the freezing air of the outside world. So, you decided on the latter. 

“What hoodie?”

Okay, maybe you played it a little too dumb. Giyuu wore that hoodie all the time, you obviously would’ve known what he was asking you for! 

Thankfully, Giyuu would be a little dense at times. “The blue one. I wore it last night. I thought I left it on the couch but it’s not there. Are you sure you’re not wearing it?”

You bite your inner cheek. It felt almost mean lying to him. He was just asking an innocent question! It wouldn’t be cool to lie for something so trivial. 

With a sigh, you admit you’re wearing it, pulling the hood out more to show him the color. You prayed he would let you wear it for a bit longer. After all, it was just so so comfy! 

Giyuu opened his mouth again, attempting to formulate some sort of acceptable sentence, transferring his thoughts into words in an appropriate manner. It takes him a while. 

A long while.

He just can’t believe how nice you look. So comfy wearing his clothes. He almost wishes you did it more often. 

“Oh. Okay,” he nods. “It looks good on you.” 

Day 23 of Soup's December Lineup! woah slightly longer than a week then we're done... crazy work

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Can you do a Kiribaku x reader for “A Toast to us” plsssssss I love KIRIBAKU X READER CONTENT literally it’s like a close match between Bakudeku and Kiribaku

P.s HAPPY HOLIDAYS ❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚🤍❤️💚

AHH YES OF COURSE!! AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU AS WELL 🫶

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This is the one!

Yuji Itadori x Reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, kiss, not proofread

582 words

There was only one word to describe the stimulus attacking your senses, especially targeting your nose: Christmas. 

You and your boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, were choosing your first tree together. It was just earlier this year that Yuji and you moved in together, living in a cozy home that captured all the love and warmth you felt for each other, and ever since December arrived he was adamant on owning a real tree. 

He said Christmas wouldn’t truly be Christmas without the signature smell of whatever pine or fir you choose. When you brought up getting some sort of air freshener for a fake tree, he just shook his head. “Come on! Think of how much fun it would be, picking out our own tree!” he said. 

You quickly gave in, his big brown eyes softening your heart and melting it like butter. Then his smile that lit up the room afterwards was the nail in the coffin. You can feel the excitement radiating off him, electrifying everything in his immediate surroundings. 

Yuji kept that same energy when at the tree farm, he took your hand as he strolled through rows upon rows of big, green trees. Christmas music played from some far away speakers, Santa Baby, All I Want for Christmas is You, and Last Christmas making consistent reappearances in this farm’s rotation. 

Whenever a tree seemed to catch one of your attentions — mostly Yuji’s but you were attentive nonetheless — Yuji did a thorough inspection on it. He shook it, smelled it, shined his flashlight on it, and even attempted to hug it to “check its diameter”. Whether these tests were reliable or not is uncertain, the jury being out on leave, but it seemed like it was important to him so you watched with a fond smile. 

After an hour or so of walking and many cups of complementary hot chocolate, Yuji felt an undeniable pull to one particular tree. It was tall, but your home had high ceilings so it wouldn’t be a problem, wide enough that it passed Yuji’s circumference test, and had that signature Christmas aroma. There was just one problem, you didn’t know how you were going to transport the tree back to your car. 

Sure, cutting it down was one thing, and Yuji claimed he could carry it no problem, but it was a big, heavy, pokey tree! What if he over estimated his abilities or somehow manages to prick himself on the needles? 

Without warning, Yuji cupped your cheeks and kissed you silent. His lips were cold and tasted like a mix of hot cocoa and your vanilla chapstick that he loved to borrow. Looking into your eyes, Yuji spoke, “It’ll be alright, okay? I’ve carried heavier.” His eyes scan yours, unarming you with such genuine affection and confidence in his abilities. 

Picking it up by the trunk, Yuji hauled the tree all the way to your car, tying it to the roof with your assistance. Yuji flexed his muscles with pride, but they were barely seen from under his big winter coat. “I told you I got it, didn’t I?”

You shake your head with a smile, this time being the one to kiss him first. The tree rubbed off its scent on him, and his gloves were unfortunately a little sticky from the tree sap, but you couldn’t feel it through your own puffy coat. 

Yuji smiled against your lips, and you swore this Christmas tree search would make its way into tradition.

Day 22 of Soup's December Lineup!

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Elf on the Shelf

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

cw: fluff, domestic, you have a daughter, husband!izuku, christmas, not proofread

620 words

This darn elf was going to be the death of you. So, why do it? You simply sent your husband to do it instead.

That is where you currently stand. Your hand on your hip as you watch your husband pick up the stuffed elf with such tenderness, as if he was too rough then the magic would seep out. 

“So, what’s the plan, ‘Zuku?”

Izuku looked at the elf from all angles, positioning its arms up, then down, testing out what could be done. He tapped his finger on his chin, and you could practically see the cogs turning in his brain. He looks off to the side, his eyes now scanning the walls for a location. It seems he has a plan?

Then, he sees it. Sees what? That question is quickly answered when he plucks one of his Limited Edition Posable All Might figures he insisted come with you when you moved in together all those years ago off the wall. 

You lift your brow, making a soft “Oh?” sound. Of course, Izuku doesn’t notice, because when he’s locked into something, he has crazy tunnel vision. It was endearing to see how much effort he was putting into this silly thing for your children, it made your heart swell with pride. He was such an amazing father.

Izuku looked around the house, his head on a swivel before making a bee line to another one of your shelves full of hero figures. These shelves contained heroes new and old, of course most of which being All Might, but Izuku’s old friends from UA were starting to creep up in numbers. 

Izuku took two figures in his hand, one being Pinky and the other being Uravity. Those two heroes were your daughter’s current favorites, and Izuku couldn’t choose between which of them to use for this elf on the shelf scenario. All Might stood on the counter, fearless and smiley as ever. 

Izuku placed down the figures he was holding and picked up the All Might figure, placing it back on the shelf. You heard him whisper, “Sorry, All Might. Maybe next time.”

Izuku then turned to you, “Love, where are the Christmas lights? Or string! String will do!” 

You guide him towards what he’s looking for, not daring to ask questions in order to not interrupt his flow. Izuku dug through the box, pulling out a long roll of string lights. Nodding to himself, Izuku took everything to the kitchen counter. 

As much as you trusted Izuku and his judgement, you couldn’t resist asking, “You’re not going to cut up the elf, are you? I don’t think that’s a great idea, honey.”

Izuku laughed. “No, of course not! I’m not about to kill our elf for a one day scene! Plus, I think that’ll traumatize our daughter.”

You exhale a sigh of relief and nod for him to continue. 

He takes some sticky tack from the junk drawer and places the Uravity figure on top of one of the cabinets. Then, he tapes Pinky onto the string lights, adjusting her as if she was holding onto them as well as the elf. You were slowly beginning to see the vision. 

Uravity held the string lights which were dangling off the cabinets, that held onto Pinky. It was a rescue mission! The lights were like a rope, and it was being used to pull Pinky and the elf up to where Uravity stood. 

You nod your head in approval, patting your husband on the back. “Oh wow, look at you!” You coo, “It looks really good, ‘Zuku!”

He smiles his bright, boyish grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “What can I say? I learned from the best!”

Day 21 of Soup's December Lineup! there is still like.. 3 open spots left! if not requested, i fear i might just do izuku...

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Tree Lighting

Denki Kaminari x Reader

cw: fluff, romanticish but can be platonic if you squint, not proofread

616 words

“No, Denki, you are not allowed to power the tree solely on your electricity! I don’t care if you got better control of your powers since high school! You are going to set our house on fire!”

Denki groaned, throwing his head back in a whine. “Oh come onnn! Think about how bright the lights could be though!”

It was the time of year where you and Denki decorated your christmas tree. After all, you needed a place to put the presents under! And what better place to put it than under a beautifully decorated, memory filled tree?

You and Denki began this tradition during your years in UA. During the Christmas season, you kept a small, desk-sized tree in your room, and Denki begged and begged you to allow him to help you decorate it. Who were you to say no? 

That was years ago, and the small tree you had was replaced by the big one in your home. The ornaments that looked just right hanging from your small tree, seemed so small hanging from your big one. Thankfully, Denki was generous enough to buy you brand new ornaments, ones that looked perfect hanging from your tree.

As much as you give him trouble, Denki knew what looked good, and unsurprisingly, part of what looked good involved Chargebolt ornaments. He insisted it was no big deal, that anyone can get them, but you knew better. You were an avid supporter of his – whether it was because you loved him or not – so you knew when a new merch item went on sale. Those ornaments he got you? You were the only person in the world who had those. 

So here you were, decorating your tree with ornaments of all sizes, colors, and the occasional Chargebolt branded one. Denki hung ornament after ornament on your tree, even hanging some on his ears like earrings for “safe keeping”. 

With all of Denki’s jokes and his poor singing of classic Christmas carols, decorating the tree went by faster than you thought! To be fair, whenever you were with him, time always seemed to fly. 

You take a step back, taking a moment to admire the combined hard work you put in. The lights weren’t on yet since you wanted to wait til everything was on, but you could tell Denki was itching to see the tree fully lit. 

Once more, Denki asks you the question, “Can I light the tree? I can do so much better than that plug, come on!”

The pout on his lips really sealed the deal for you, so you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as Denki took the cord in hand. You braced yourself out of instinct from your teenage years. Denki loved to show off his power, and you were praying that this wasn’t one of those times. 

You bite your tongue and squint your eyes, expecting some sort of electrical explosion, but you’re met with a delightful stream of light emulating from your tree. 

With a nod of your head, Denki knows you approve. “Told you I could do it! You just gotta have more faith in me!” 

You laugh, putting your hand on Denki’s shoulder. As wonderful as the tree looked, the proud look on Denki’s face looked better to you, illuminated by the glow of the tree. You slide your hand in his to take away the plug before kissing his cheek. 

A small shock emits from his skin after you kiss him. He wasn’t expecting it. Thank goodness you took away the plug before the brief surge that resulted from your kiss. 

You plug in the tree before taking his hand in yours. “Good work, Denki.”

Day 20 of Soup's December Lineup! eek 20 whole days! crazy work..