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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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Christmas Lullaby

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader (feat. Kenma’s daughter, Yuki)

genre: fluff

wc: 2.3k

tw/cw: post-timeskip (reader and Kenma are married for xx years and have a child; also doting dad!Kenma), mild swearing. Also implied Filo!reader (yes, I'm kinda back with the 'Kenma-with-a-Filo-s/o' bs after a few months writing the last one last year).

a/n: this is my super-duper late entry* for @kenzumekodma's AUdvent Collab (domestic cliche/au) and @goldenshoyo / @adromedaichi's 2021 Holiday Collab (Day 18 - Holiday Songs), and also (since it's Father's Day today) for my Oh My Daddy! Collab. Thank you @memeingcheetah27 @tetsukentona @eunoji for betareading this + @xshinigamikittenx @beware-of-the-rogue for your kind inputs 🥺🥺🥺 ily all mwah ♥️ tagging @hanayanetwork @hqlabels @tokyometronetwork //more notes at the end of the post UwU

*hope I did my chosen prompts right and on point with the holiday theme *bows* i'm sorry~ /gen

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[13:40. Early December, present-day Japan.]

A notification popped up on Kozume Yuki’s smartphone, nearly startling the young business major student with its loud ping! and turned her head from side to side before checking it; she was inside the university library and doing some school work before her next class would start in a few hours. “A video post notification? From Mama’s Instagram?” she asked in a puzzling tone, grabbing her Airpods and swiping left on the notification banner to bring her directly to your video post.It was uploaded on your private Instagram account–handle name kodzuyn0504–about a minute ago, with the following caption: “January 20xx - Dada @/kodzuken1016 SINGS. And baby @/yuki.kozume loved it lol.” The thumbnail was pitch-black except for a dimly-lit white spot on the extreme right side, and her golden-brown eyes could make out a faint figure of her father sitting and carrying a small infant in his arms–her. This thumbnail alone brought back many childhood memories of her and her father. So, without a second wasted, Yuki pressed Play.

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[January 20xx. Tokyo, Japan.]

[03:14. Kozume Residence.]

You turned on your sleeping figure on one side of the bed, hand feeling through the sheets for your husband Kenma’s figure to reach and hug. “Ken…?” you mumbled, half-opening one eye and squinting through the dark for a silhouette of him. Now wide awake, you got up and sat on your side of the king-sized bed before turning on the night-light lamp, glancing at your phone’s screen that read ‘03:15’ and looking for him around the four sides of your bedroom. “Kenma?” Then you heard a soft staticky baby sound coming from the baby monitor, situated above the nightstand on Kenma’s side of the bed, a small screen illuminated in the dark, followed by Kenma’s soft yet husky awkward voice.

“Shh… Yuki-chan, you’re gonna wake Mama up.” You heard your husband chuckle as the screen flashed a top view of your daughter Yuki’s crib, blankets set aside on one side, and the baby nowhere to be found. Maybe Ken’s carrying her, you thought, smiling, as you carefully got up off the bed soundless, donned your robe and fuzzy cat slippers, and with your phone in hand tiptoed through the nursery sitting next to Kenma’s office/streaming/gaming room.

A dimly-lit ray shone through the nursery's ajar door, and you slightly peeked inside. Faint squeaking emitted from the rocking chair where Kenma was sitting, wearing his reindeer onesie over his old Nekoma VBC shirt (a Christmas gift from his former team captain, childhood friend, and Yuki’s godfather Kuroo Tetsurou… which he reluctantly accepted after some urging from you). Carefully carrying in his arms was your one-year-old daughter, Yuki, clothed in a matching Santa Claus onesie and hat (also a Christmas gift from her Ninong Tetsu).

Yuki’s tiny pudgy arms shot upward with open palms, trying to reach for the big red-rounded nose on Kenma’s onesie’s hood. “Dada… Dada…,” she squealed, tiny baby teeth peeking inside her smiling lips.

“Hm? What is it, munchkin?”

“Lalla, dada, lalla~” your daughter chirped happily, begging Kenma to sing a lullaby for her. In the years that you’ve known the famous YouTuber and gamer prior to your marriage and giving birth to Yuki, never have you heard him hum a tune or two, let alone sing a whole verse of a song. Even when you both traveled to your home country to visit your family, and for Kenma to meet your parents and ask them for your hand in marriage, when he was whisked off by your male cousins and uncles for karaoke night, he politely declined their requests to sing with them. (You, at one time, asked his best friend Tetsurou if Kenma was a bad singer, but the bastard just laughed like a hyena.)

“Want Dada… to sing you a song?” Your husband’s face softened and lowered his hooded head within the toddler’s reach, his red cheeks, and smug grin slightly hidden from your view. He sighed and brought a finger to his curved lips. “All right, then. Just one song, but don’t tell your Mama about this, okay? I don’t want her to know…” Kenma then placed a small kiss on the top of Yuki’s head. “This will be our little secret.”

Huh!? This son of a–why won’t he want me to know about his singing? You felt a small vein pop on your forehead as you noticed Kenma reaching for the baby monitor, turning it off, and setting it down on the nearby nightstand before he cleared his throat. You then opened the Camera app on your phone and set it to Video mode, aiming it at the unsuspecting father and child. Better record this and use it as blackmail, just in case tee hee~

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is to spend it with you

In a party or dinner for two

Anywhere would do

Celebrating the yuletide season

Always lights up our lives

Simple pleasures are made special too

When they're shared with you

You couldn’t help but be taken aback by how warm, velvety, and smooth his singing voice was, the same goes for when he speaks (albeit a bit awkwardly). It made your heart soar even further and fluttered for the love of your life, the father of your child, even more.

Looking through some old photographs

Faces and friends we'll always remember

Watching busy shoppers rushing about

In the cool breeze of December

Sparkling lights all over town

Children's carols in the air

By the Christmas tree

A shower of stardust on your hair

You zoomed in on the video slightly, focusing on Yuki’s expression. She was, in your opinion, kind of entranced by his father’s beautiful singing, her eyes wide and looking closely at Kenma, her tiny mouth forming a cute ‘O’ shape.

I can't think of a better Christmas

Than my wish coming true

And my wish is that you'd let me spend

My whole life with you

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is spending it with you

Kenma finished the song nicely without any mishaps. You stopped recording and saved the video immediately to your phone, switching back to Photo mode, just as Kenma turned the baby monitor on and put it back on Yuki’s crib. He then littered several kisses on both your daughter’s plump cheeks, causing her to giggle sweetly. “Oh my sweet little munchkin, Dada loves you very much!” he murmured, hugging his child into his arms for a while.

How cute, you thought, giggling quietly and silently taking a candid photo of them on your phone. You finally decided to go inside the nursery, wrapping the nightgown around your body more. “Hey, Rudolph! Why are you two still awake?” you asked, making Kenma jump from his seat and hold on to his daughter a bit tightly.

His reindeer head turned to your direction sharply, anxiety and embarrassment both shown on his face. “Shit… Y-Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” your husband asked, ignoring Yuki’s tiny pudgy hands patting his cheeks playfully. “I thought you’re sleeping…”

“I was also asking you the same thing, Kozume–and please, no swearing in front of Yuki,” you told him in a stern voice, ignoring his first question. Then you sighed and squatted in front of them, hand reaching out to gently rub your daughter’s plump cheek with the back of your index finger. Yuki leaned onto it a bit and nuzzled like a kitten; you chuckled. Checking your phone for a second, you said, “Yuki’s still supposed to be asleep–it’s five minutes past 4 am now.”

Kenma then carefully sat Yuki on his lap and began rocking the chair slowly to and fro, looking at you with a slight frown. “I woke up earlier and took a leak in the bathroom–don’t worry, I washed my hands before coming here–and before I went back to sleep I noticed this little Santa Claus sitting up and looking directly at the baby monitor with a pout on her face.” He adjusted the red Santa hat on his daughter’s head and grinned. “Turns out, Yuki accidentally dropped her Santa hat outside the bars of her crib and was on the verge of crying… so, I rushed in to check on her. Also, her bottle ran out of milk,” he added thoughtfully.

“What?” Your shoulders suddenly dropped their weight, and it was your turn to frown. “Kenma, you should’ve woke me up instead!” you whined, pouting like a child, and turned towards the door on the way to the kitchen, where Yuki’s sterilized bottles and baby formula are located.

“No,” your husband said in a reprimanding tone, quickly grabbing and tugging on the back of your nightgown, pulling you a bit. “You had an exhausting time at work this week, and you haven’t slept for two days straight! I couldn’t possibly let you go alone and check on Yuki without you accidentally bumping through walls and doors and cabinets and hurting yourself.”

“But–”

“No buts, Kozume Y/N. I can handle this by myself,” Kenma assured you, cradling his daughter on his chest as he carefully stood up on the rocking chair and set her down inside the crib before grabbing her empty milk bottle. “Don’t worry about me. Just go back to our room and sleep…?” His heart ached, as if an arrow pierced through it, at the sight of your saddened expression, a pout visible on your quivering lips, the same expression he saw on Yuki almost an hour ago. The gamer bit the inside of his cheek and stifled a chuckle with the back of his hand, causing your eyebrows to frown deeper and you let out a confused whimper.

“Sorry about that,” your husband apologized, clearing his throat and gently stroking your head with his hand, while he looked at you with a loving gaze. Then, Kenma thought of a bright idea, and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead. “How about the both of us sleep here, together with Yuki, in the nursery, hm? And while I prepare for her bottle in the kitchen, you stay with her and wait,” he said, cupping and caressing your cheek.

“Sounds good to me!” You replaced Kenma on the rocking chair, looking worriedly at him. “But, are you sure?”

Kenma nodded, a genuine smile flashed on his lips. “Of course! I want to help you in taking care of our daughter and I have to fully learn the art of child-rearing sooner or later. So, I practiced changing diapers and preparing the milk formula properly, and also asked my mom what she did when she had me years ago.” He walked outside the nursery but stopped near the door, turning his head at you. “I want to be the greatest dad, the greatest father that Yuki has… and I want to give you both a happy and lovable life that I could cherish for as long as I live. So, allow me to help you by being a supportive husband and father, okay? And don’t cry, please.”

You quickly wiped your tears trickling down your cheeks and smiled. “Okay! I won’t.”

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[A few minutes later…]

“Yuki-chan, Dada’s here with your bottle–?” Kenma came back to the nursery with Yuki’s new (warm) milk bottle and a big quilted blanket for you and him and saw you already snoring quietly on the rocking chair, with a sleeping Yuki laying on your chest, your arms hugging her. “Ah, they fell asleep. How cute.” He chuckled softly, setting the bottle and draping the blanket down on the crib before fishing his phone from his sweatpants’ back pocket and opening the Camera app. Your husband then took some candid snapshots of you and your daughter sleeping on the rocking chair, eventually choosing one as his phone lockscreen wallpaper, before slipping it back into his pocket.

“Yosh… time to drink your milk, munchkin~” Kenma murmured as he retrieved the baby from your arms, careful not to wake both of you up, and gently laid her down into the crib, strategically placing her milk bottle and favorite plush toy (a Hinata crow plushie) near her hands before giving Yuki a goodnight forehead kiss. “Now, then… time to rescue the princess~” Using his full strength, he carefully hooked his arms under your legs and back and carried you bridal-style, gently laying you down on the big and spacious daybed sofa adjacent to his daughter’s crib. He quickly retrieved the blanket from the crib and draped it over your sleeping figure, before snuggling himself beside you. Kenma wrapped his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him, your warm body flushed against his.

“Sweet dreams, my adorable and lovely wife. I hope you’d dream of me as you sleep,” he whispered into your lips, placing a sweet soft kiss, before he shuffled a bit and placed another one at the top of your head, nuzzling his nose through your hair and savoring your scent.

Tucking his chin above your head, he murmured ‘good night, Y/N…’ before his eyes slowly shut down into sleep.

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Bonus:

kodzuyn0504 January 20xx - Dada @/kodzuken1016 SINGS. And baby @/yuki.kozume loved it lol

kuroTetsuro wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

kodzuken1016 (c" ತ,_ತ)

kodzuken1016 @/kodzuyn0504 how did you??????

kodzuken1016 y/n take it down pls pls PLSSSSSS

yuki.kozume cute reindeer onesie papa 🦌🥰🥰🥰

yuki.kozume how nostalgic~ (*^▽^*)

kodzuyn0504 NO @/kodzuken1016 😈

kodzuyn0504 also i didn’t know YOU sing WELL that time wth

kodzuyn0504 AND A FILIPINO XMAS SONG TOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

kodzuken1016 yk i can hear you screaming in the next room lol

kodzuyn0504 i tried asking @/kuroTetsuro before if you’re a crooner but he 🤐🤐🤐

kuroTetsuro cuz I was forced to stfu @/kodzuyn0504 😭

kodzuken1016 😏🔪

yuki.kozume @/kodzuken1016 papa, when i get home after my exams, can i take a video of us singing a duet? And I’ll upload it on Tiktok? pretty please??? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kodzuyn0504 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kuroTetsuro 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kodzuken1016 @/kuroTetsuro stop it 🤦🏻‍♂️

kodzuken1016 hmm… sure @/yuki.kozume we can ♥️

yuki.kozume 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰

Notes:

This is another companion fic for my other works "Proposal", "Surprise!", "Pancakes", and "Dada!"

This is how Kenma's daughter Yuki looks like as a child ♥️

'Ninong' in our native language (Tagalog/Filipino) means 'godfather'.

The lyrics Kenma sung to his daughter as a makeshift lullaby are from the 90's Filipino holiday song, "A Perfect Christmas", by Jose Mari Chan.

Kenma really sings. The whole Nekoma team knew, unfortunately. How did they know? One afternoon, after club activities were over and cleaning of the gym was done and all, Kenma was the first one to freshen up in the gym's shower room. Then, as soon as the other Cats reached the room, they heard him singing in the shower, to the tune of the Pokemon theme song (lol). After that, they couldn't stop teasing the poor setter until he snapped at both Kuroo and Lev. Kenma really sings, yet he doesn't want to show it off to other people... especially his own wife! (Yuki's an exception, though 🥰🥰🥰) But, hey! Kenma can sing pop and rock songs, too (to the extent of his voice), not just anime/video game theme songs. Hmm... imo he can also do the Weathering With You theme song sung by RADWIMPS *shrugs*

I put on slash symbols in between the @ and the handle names in the bonus section of the fic coz I just noticed that Kenma's 'personal' IG handle name and a part of Yuki's are actual Tumblr blog URLs, albeit the former is a blank blog ://

#🎄.audvent collab #goldenshoyo holiday collaboration #ohmydaddycollab #hqlabels #tokyometronetwork #kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #kenma fluff #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #tahonet #tht.sinta #hanaya network #🐱saku.fic

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bakumu-archive · 2 years

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a silent question

bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

summary: kirishma uses his big brain to figure out why exactly bakugou is being so doting this christmas eve, it can’t be because you're… oh my god, are you?

cw: fluff, parenting, pregnancy, christmas eve traditions, kiri has a partner and children but they are only mentioned in passing (its @eijirosriot lol), and a hug where reader is lifted a little

a/n: this was inspired because I want to have his babies so bad, as many as he wants, i do not care. This also maybe might fit into the ruby red series in the future because this is apart of my self ship story, but it's totally not related to anything happening right now. its just a nice lil one shot. merry christmas, happy holidays, and all that jazz.

this is a part of the @goldenshoyo holiday collab for day 24! christmas eve! check out the masterlist here!

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Kirishima sits across from you and Bakugou at his large dinner table, the red walls of the room contrasting beautifully with the Christmas tree decorated in the corner, and the soft holiday music fighting to be heard in the background is the opposite of the screaming children around him.

When your families get together, it always ends up loud like this. Your oldest and Kirishima's oldest are very close in age, and both boys are so excited about everything, they can't help but yell, and today they are shouting about who can finish their dinner first because for some reason they think they get to open their presents the second they finish eating.

Eijiro’s twins aren't helping the situation either; they are trying to tell their older brother that it doesn't matter who finishes first, Christmas Eve presents are opened from youngest to oldest, but their arguments are completely lost in the chaos.

And then there's your and Katsuki's youngest daughter, the princess of the group, or at least she usually is. She is currently crying, refusing to eat her dinner because her older brother told her the rice was made out of bugs.

Yep, just a normal Christmas eve for the Bakugou and Kirishima families.

The tradition started when the boys were born. It was nice to spend the evening together watching the babies wrap their tiny hands around your finger and giggle when they saw each other. Now it's still just as exciting, except there are more of them and they are louder and love to run everywhere.

The only thing missing is Kirishima’s partner who couldn't get the night off, but Eijiro gave them a kiss before they left and told them that he could handle it, and he can. But the yelling is starting to get to him and you as well.

Your eyes are closed and your fingers are rubbing along your brow bone, trying to soothe away a migraine.

Katsuki, who was trying to convince the princess to eat, looks over at your motion and Eijiro can see the fierce look of protection in his eyes.

“Oi! Inside voices. Now,” Bakugou barks at the boys, and they instantly quiet, sensing the unwavering energy radiating off of Katsuki.

Kirishima furrows his eyebrows, watching the way his best friend turns to you and begins rubbing your back in circles. It reminds him of something… but what is it?

There’s a nagging feeling at the back of his mind and he takes another bite of his food before replaying the evening in his head.

His first note of evidence: Bakugou is being too doting on you tonight. Sure, he has always been protective, but when the two of you walked in the door this evening, Katsuki wouldn't even let you take your own shoes off. Nor would he let you help cook dinner or help set the table. And you were only allowed to help serve the plates when you finally put your foot down. Kirishma has only seen Bakugou like this three times in his life: first on your wedding day, and the second and third times when you were pregnant with your kids.

Secondly: you're not drinking any alcohol or eating any fish, which honestly doesn't clue him in to a lot since those don’t always happen when he sees you. Sometimes you just aren't in the mood or you’re driving a drunk Bakugou home, but… it's not nothing, he thinks. Maybe he should test his theory.

“Here,” he says, placing a piece of sushi onto your plate. “You didn't have any yet, right? You can have some of mine.”

Katsuki instantly whips his head around, looking at your plate before glancing at you with wide eyes.

“Thanks Ei,” you say, trying to wave off the death glare that Katsuki is sending you. “But I'm not really feeling sushi tonight.”

Kirishima takes the sushi off your plate, checking off the ‘no fish’ box in his head.

He takes a bite and chews, pondering the rest of the night. The only other weird thing was when Kirishima gave you and Katsuki your Christmas gift before dinner.

It's a trip for two to visit one of the most beautiful hot springs in all of Japan. It should have been the perfect gift; he's even heard both of you mentioning wanting to go there but when he presented the tickets, he was met with silence and worried looks.

An overprotective husband, no alcohol or raw fish, no hot springs— they are essentially hot tubs, right? All of these things usually come with—

“Holy shit,” Eijiro chokes, chopsticks slipping from his fingers and landing on his plate with a clang.

His twins stare up at him like he just committed a cardinal sin. “Dad said a bad word,” one of them chastises before the other joins in with, “That's a dollar to the swear jar.”

Kirishima feels like he's being held at gunpoint with the way both of their palms stretch out expectantly. He reaches in his pocket, fishing out a spare dollar and holding it for them to snatch. “If you're done eating, why don't you go separate the presents, I need to talk to Uncle Katsuki and Aunt Y/N for a second.”

The kids leave the table, and you call after them, “Don't open them or we will return them!”

A chorus of ‘yes’s and squeals is all you receive and you take another drink of your water.

You can hear the kids fussing with the presents in the other room, but they know not to test the rules; one year you did actually take the presents away, if only temporarily.

“So…” Kirishima starts, looking expectantly between the two of you.

Katsuki narrows his eyes at him in response. “So?”

Eijiro’s eyebrows raise and he shakes his head a little, “Are you guys…?”

“Ei, just spit it out,” you laugh, cutting the tension between the two pro heros.

“Areyouguyspregnant?” he blurts out, immediately bowing his head and clashing his hands in front of him, praying that Bakugou doesn't blow up his house.

You look over at Katsuki, and he is already looking at you with a half smile. You raise your eyebrows at him in silent question: should we tell him?

Katsuki’s smile gets bigger, crinkling his eyes as he nods his head towards Kirishima as if saying: go ahead.

You cup Katsuki’s cheek, and he nuzzles into your palm. He's so absolutely smitten with you, especially when you're pregnant. It makes up for how overprotective he gets.

Truly, it is a little too soon to start telling people about it, as you haven't even told either of your families yet, but it's Eijiro. He's your confidant, your partner-in-crime, Katsuki’s best friend, and yours too, if you're being honest.

Katsuki takes your hand in his and rests it on his thigh, giving it a light encouraging squeeze.

“Kirishima Eijiro, how do you always figure these things out?” you sigh with a giggle, “Yes, we’re pregnant—”

He rises from his seat, raising his fists in glory. “I knew it!” he exclaims, running over to your side of the table. He pulls you from your seat and wraps you in a huge hug, lifting you slightly off the ground and swaying back and forth.

Katsuki stands up, putting a hand heated by his quirk on Eijiro’s shoulder and a wicked gleam in his eye, “She just told you she was pregnant and you come over here, yanking her outta her chair, and start swinging her around?”

Kirishima puts you down gently and releases you with a smile before he launches himself at Bakugou.

“You're so right, man! I should have attacked you instead!” Kirishima’s whole body is wrapped around Katsuki’s, clinging on to him like a koala. “I'm so happy for the both of you!”

You can hear the slight waver in his voice like he's about to cry, and you lock eyes with Katsuki. He looks torn between being irritated at his buffoon of a best friend for enveloping him in a heavy-ass hug and the joy of sharing this life-changing news to one of the most important people in his life.

You put a hand on Kirishima's back and lean against Katsuki’s arm in the weirdest group hug you've ever had, but you're so happy right now you feel like you could cry.

Your small moment of bliss is soon interrupted by a large crash followed promptly by the wailing of not one, but two children.

The twins come rushing into the dining room, stopping dead in their tracks when they see the sight of their father clinging on to his best friend. They try to process what they're looking at before one of them speaks up, “You know what—” and the other finishes “—nevermind.”

They slowly back out of the room like they are inching away from a hungry predator and then bolt back towards the commotion.

Kirishima climbed off of Bakugou and gives you one of his shining smiles before he's rushing off after the twins.

You go to follow him when Katsuki grabs your hand and pulls you into him. He kisses your forehead and you feel love bloom across your chest.

“Just think,” he whispers, smiling against your skin. “By this time next year there will be another one.”

#katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #goldenshoyo holiday collaboration

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mhafucked · 2 years

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Day 7: Family (Bakugou x reader)

word count: 414

summary/cw: found family because Katsuki has feelings; supportive Bakugou, pets, family, domestic fluff

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“Do you hear that?” You look around Katsuki’s apartment curiously, wondering if you actually heard what you think it was.

“Hear what,” he replies distractedly. He’s been messing with his gauntlets for the better part of an hour, trying to fix a malfunctioning gear.

You ignore his response, instead getting off the couch to see if you can hear it again, looking in each corner of the room and out the windows.

You miss the way Katsuki smirks at his work and puts down his tools to follow you silently.

You enter the kitchen and see a wrapped present on the counter that definitely wasn’t there earlier. You look at the tag and you're shocked to find your name on it.

“Go on, open it,” you spin around with the gift in your hands to see Katsuki leaning against the doorframe.

Your eyes light up with delight and you rip apart the paper. Inside, there’s a fluffy bed, some toys, and a small bag of treats.

“Katsuki… what’s all this for…” you trail off, not sure why he’s torturing you like this.

“Hold on a sec.” He disappears and you sit down, grateful for the chair behind you.

He cannot be real right now, you think. Katsuki has told you before that he is a pet-free man and you’d put off all thoughts of getting a pet again, but now?

“Shh, she’s right here,” he coos to the small bundle cradled in his hands as he enters the room again.

He softly transfers the tiny furry creature into your hands and you blink rapidly, trying to dispel the tears from your eyes. Your heart starts to race as you look at the adorable grey kitten Bakugou has just given you.

“I can’t believe this,” you whisper, picking up the kitten and listening as its tiny meows turn into purrs.

His gaze is soft as he watches you with the kitten; it makes something in his heart burn like never before. “I found her in the street yesterday while on patrol. She looked so scared and I knew you wanted one. Before I knew it, I was picking her up and taking her to a vet to get checked out.”

Your breath hitches, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“I couldn’t just leave her there. She deserves to have a good home,” he reaches out to stroke the kitten’s back as she starts to fall asleep on your chest. “She deserves to have a family.”

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A/N: Bakugou who shows his soft side just to you is killing me (and hopefully @bakumu but don't worry, he is all yours babe)

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ghost-party · 2 years

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This is one of my Holiday Drabbles for @goldenshoyo’s 2021 Holiday Collaboration. Today’s theme is Favorite Sweater. As soon as I saw this prompt, I knew I had to pick Erwin. 🥰

Warnings: flirting and suggestive comments

“So that’s where it went…”

Erwin leans against the door, watching as you type your last email of the day. He’s already taken off his suit jacket, and his tie hangs loose around his neck.

Although your home office is plenty warm, you’ve bundled yourself up in his favorite wool sweater, hands nearly hidden beneath the too-long sleeves.

It’s a deep forest green, and on him, it fits perfectly over his broad shoulders. On you, it’s much too big. But that’s part of the reason why you like it. That, and it smells like him.

You power down your computer and swivel your chair to face him, catching his gaze darting down to your bare legs before meeting yours.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give it back.”

He chuckles. “Even if you didn’t, how could I argue when it looks so good on you?” Your cheeks heat as he steps closer, bending down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to go out tonight. But you look so cozy.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him from pulling away. Obligingly, he kneels in front of you, humming when you kiss his forehead in return.

“Mmm… That’s tempting.”

Erwin’s hands find your thighs, rubbing gently, just beginning to nudge the hem of the sweater higher. “So is ordering in. Taking a bath together. Catching up on that show you’ve been wanting to watch.”

“You can’t even remember the name of it, can you?”

He groans and drops his head into your lap, and you laugh, gently ruffling his hair. “I’ve been too busy with work.” He looks up at you, his expression apologetic. “But I’m all yours this weekend. I promise.”

You can’t resist teasing him further. “Only this weekend?”

He sits up, grip tight on your thighs as he pulls you to the edge of your chair. You huff out a surprised breath.

“Someone’s feeling feisty today...” His voice drops lower, and you shiver. “What should we do about that?”

#ghost-party’s holiday drabbles 🎄#goldenshoyo holiday collaboration #attack on titan #aot #erwin smith #erwin x reader #erwin smith x reader

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axoxtxhxh · 2 years

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This drabble is for @goldenshoyo‘s Holiday Event Collab

Day 20: Traditions Armin x GN!Reader Content warning: Cutie Armin Word count: ~ 1,200

A/N: So I guess I am on an ‘accidental confession’ kick because I realized I have another on like this lined up

Armin had a lot of things going for him. He had a fun job, an amazing apartment with a spectacular roommate, and a wonderful friend. All of these things had one thing in common.

You were involved in all of them.

You and Armin both worked with each other at a local bookstore. That perfect apartment was shared with you, his roommate. And the best friend? Yep, still you.

While all these things were great, he always had one complaint. There was always just one tiny little thing that made all the ideal parts of his life a little less than ideal. Armin was entirely in love with you.

You and Armin became quick friends in college, the only two confident enough to sit in the front row of your literature lecture where most students wanted to sit in the dark back row so they could sleep. It didn’t take long after that for you and Armin to start spending all your time together and pretty soon you were inseparable.

Fast forward to after college, you both got jobs, moved to the city and would consider yourself, based on the most common term, starving artists. Armin was an amazing writer and you were a decent photographer. Though Armin would argue that you were the best and you were sure that had to do with him being the subject of most of your photographs.

See, Armin had a certain air about him that always made you feel good. You were sure it wasn’t only you that felt it. It didn’t matter what you were doing or where you were, Armin gave you confidence, made things fun, supported you, and made you feel like you could do anything. And somewhere along the way, you fell hopelessly in love with him.

“Armin! You ready?” You called from the couch, holding your envelope.

“Just about.” Armin couldn’t remember where he’d put your letter. It was a tradition for the both of you to write a letter to each other on Christmas morning. You filled it with things you hoped to do the following year as well as things you learned the previous year. On Christmas Eve, you would open the letter you wrote the previous year and read the different things that stuck out to you. It was supposed to be a time capsule-type thing, but depending on the kind of year it was, it was sometimes a roast.

The familiar red envelope stuck out from a book on his desk and he grabbed it, breathing a sigh of relief before going to the living room where you were waiting with your letter tapping against your chin.

“I thought I lost it.” He laughed lightly.

“See, this is why I need to keep them.”

“You’ll just read it early.” He accused, sitting next to you on the couch. “You think I don’t know you?”

“You’re not wrong.” You laughed and handed him your envelope and took his. You were never one to wait very long and you excitedly tore it open, scanning the page for anything interesting first. It already didn’t seem like a normal letter he would right. There were a lot of sweet words where you would usually write things like “dork” and “doofus”. Confused, you looked to the top of the page.

“Dear Eren?” You read out loud and Armin looked up from opening your letter to him.

It was definitely in the right envelope. You both made sure to always put it in a red envelope, another weird tradition you had. It helped separate your letters to each other from letters to others so you both never complained. Armin barely remembered writing a letter to Eren and as he peeked over to look, his heart sank to the floor. Your eyes continued scanning over the page and you very much realized that wasn’t your letter.

“Don’t read that.” He looked to you with a pale face and wide eyes, finally remembering what was in that letter and it most definitely wasn’t for your eyes.

“Armin…” You looked at him, having already read enough. “Is this…?”

“I said not to read it.” He reached to grab the letter from you, but you held it away.

“You wrote that you’re in love with m—”

“No—no—no.” He jumped forward and grabbed it, bunching the letter up in his hands and moving to the trash can in the corner and aggressively dropping it inside. “Damn it.”

This was not how you were supposed to find out. Armin was so angry with himself for making such a stupid mistake and he balled up his fists, resting one against his forehead as he tapped lightly, hoping it would all go away.

“Did you mean it?” You asked quietly, waiting for him to look at you, but he kept his eyes closed, cringing as hard as he could against his fist.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke, eyes still closed. “You weren’t supposed to… I’m sorry.”

“But did you mean it?”

He finally looked up at you. His cheeks were bright red which only made the blue in his eyes that much brighter. You knew how he must be feeling, but you weren’t able to comfort him because you were also nervous. If whatever was said in that letter wasn’t actually how you understood it, then it was quite possible your heart was about to be broken.

Armin looked away and you reminded him of your question by saying his name. He knew he had to answer you, but he wasn’t prepared for how different things were going to be when he told you the truth and he nodded.

That was all you needed to get up from the couch and walk to him.

“I can explain—” He put his hands up as if you were charging at him with anger. And while maybe you were charging at him, it most certainly wasn’t because you were angry. As you reached him in the archway to the kitchen, he opened his mouth to explain and you grabbed his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss.

You had obviously never kissed Armin before and you had no idea what it would feel like, but the growing anticipation didn’t do anything to disappoint. It was amazing. You knew he was shocked and so the slow movements of his lips was certainly not how it would always be, but you were hoping the way his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer into him, would never change.

You leaned back slowly, wanting to give both of you time to process what just happened and what that meant.

“You just kissed me.” His eyes were wider than they were when he realized he’d given you the wrong letter and you laughed.

“I just had to make sure.” You licked your lips, briefly closing your eyes as you realized Armin’s hands were warm against your hips.

“Make sure of what?”

“That we both felt the same way.” You explained and Armin opened his mouth to speak, but you stopped him, leaning in once more to press your lips to his.

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asahipleaseloveme · 2 years

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Day 6 - Sweater

This is for @goldenshoyo's holiday collab! And of course, it's an Asahi x Reader piece. No warnings, unless you want to count second hand embarrassment? I got it from writing it.

Word count: 573

Asahi stood with the hallway closet wide open.

“Uh, ______. We have entirely too many blankets. We might need to think about getting rid of some of them.” He was shuffling through the blankets when he came across a box sitting under the enormous pile.

“I happen to think we have a normal amount of blankets, Asahi,” you said as you continued cutting vegetables for dinner.

“Hey, do you know anything about this box that was buried underneath here?”

You froze. You had just buried that box under the blankets yesterday. He wasn’t supposed to find it. But, he had this great ability to find the things you didn’t want him to find.

“Asahi!” you shouted as you dropped what you were doing and rushed to join him.

He already had the box open and held up the contents of the box.

Asahi chuckled, “______, what is this?”

“Asahi, put that down!” you tried to grab it out of his hands, but he just lifted it high above his head to where you couldn’t reach it.

“It looks like a sweater. And in my favorite color and pattern, no less. ______, where did you find this?” he smiled.

“You weren’t supposed to see that yet!” you could feel the embarrassment pool in your stomach.

“And why not?”

“I-I’m not sure if I’m finished with it,” the heat in your face was radiating, your hands were shaking.

Asahi stared at you, “You made this for me?”

You could feel the tears begin to break the surface. It was silly, you thought. Trying to make a sweater for your boyfriend who was not only an amazing clothing designer, but also extremely talented in actually making the clothing as well. You might have been better off just buying him a sweater.

He put the sweater on. The sleeves were entirely too long, the stitching was uneven, and the more you looked at it, the more embarrassed you felt.

“______, I’m going to be totally honest with you,” Asahi started.

“Stop, you don’t have to say anything. I’m so embarrassed right now. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I-”

He cut you off.

“Why are you embarrassed? I love it! You took the time to make this for me. It’s so comfy! You did a great job!” He beamed with pride.

“Really?” you stared at him pitifully.

“Really! This is one of the best gifts I’ve ever received! I can’t wait to wear this to the holiday work party!”

Your eyes widened. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, babe.”

“I’m not getting aHEAD of myself,” he said as he hit you in the head with one of the sleeves.

“It still needs work. Maybe you can help me, Mister Designer?”

He cupped your face with the sleeves over his hands and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Of course I’ll help you, my love.”

He tilted your head up and kissed you. You buried your head in his chest and hugged him tightly.

Your embarrassment had subsided and you immediately felt better in his embrace. Asahi always knew how to make you feel better about yourself.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He could only smile, his heart filled with so much joy knowing that you loved him enough to step out of your comfort zone to do something nice for him. You two complemented each other perfectly and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

#asahi #asahi x reader #azumane asahi #azumane asahi x reader #goldenshoyo holiday collaboration #asahi fluff

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goldenshoyo · 2 years

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Day 1 - Crackling Fire

Featuring: Sawamura Daichi, Hinata Shoyo, Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Tooru, and Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Warnings: Reader (check by fic, some GN some Fem!), Fluff, no specific holiday mentioned, Daichi’s is the longest bc I love him the most, Oikawa’s is 100% for @mommysano and her only, Ushi’s is for @ushidoux and her only, Atsumu’s is for @ruemensukuna and her only.

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Word count: 1.8k combined

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Sawamura Daichi x GN Reader - 516 words

Glancing over your shoulder and out the window of your home, you notice Daichi carrying a large stack of wood towards the porch. You hadn’t realized he’d come home, but checking the tome on your phone you discover he must have been home for over an hour now. Had he really not come inside before working?

Closing your laptop, you decide your expense report can wait another day. Slipping on one of Daichi’s heavy jacket’s you walk out onto the porch. The cold from the stained wood sinks up through your socks, chilling your feet faster than you expected. Shoes might have been worth the extra few seconds of seeing him.

“Baby, get inside.” Daichi sighs, dropping the wood into the pile he’s built up against the house. “You’re going to catch a cold like that.”

As he speaks you feel the wind hit your bare legs, maybe long pants would have been a better idea than your think cotton pajamas.

“Come inside with me,” you tell him. “It’s cold, and I have dinner in the oven.”

“We need the wood in case the power goes out,” he tells you, his voice stern.

“Ten minutes, then you better be at that table.” You don’t bother with arguing, he won’t listen anyway.

The weather has been mild until today, the cold just settling in after you’d gotten home from work. The forecast doesn’t have snow for the week, let alone any other form of weather that would constitute the power going out. Unless Daichi literally planned on chopping the power lines down, you’re sure there’s no need for the massive pile of wood on your front porch.

Daichi comes in, with just enough time to change clothes before sitting down at the table with you. “Thank you for making this, baby. It looks great.”

“Actually, your mom brought it over. I just reheated it.” You laugh, stabbing a piece of chicken with your fork. “So you should call and thank her.”

He rolls his eyes. He talks to her sometimes twice a day, and you’ve teased him relentlessly for it. You eat, talking about his day and yours. Letting him tell you about how much more wood he thinks you’ll need for the winter, despite the fact last year you didn’t burn more than a few logs; and even those were purely for aesthetic and not necessity.

He cleans up after dinner while you get ready to take a quick shower. As you shut the bathroom door, the lights flicker once. You let out a laugh, slipping on your robe again and opening the bathroom door.

“Daichi, are you fucking with the lights or are-” your bedroom goes pitch black. You gasp, stopping mid-sentence and feeling around your room to avoid ramming your toes into furniture. “DAICHI!” You call out again.

He comes running down the hall, flashlight in hand. “I guess we might need that wood after all,” and even in the dim light, you see his stupid smirk.

“Shut up and go make us a fire, please,” you say as sweetly as you can muster.

Hinata Shoyo x Fem Reader - 325 words

The gloves peel off your fingers like a second, very cold, layer of skin. You shiver again, setting them flat on the shelf by the front door. Your boots are still coated with snow, shoved in every little crevice of the tread. Hoping it won’t completely soak the doormat, you leave them there to dry instead of slipping them in the cubby you normally keep them in.

You see the flicker of light from the hallway, noting the faint smell of burning wood. Stepping into the living room, the fireplace is completely made, the table you’d had shoved up against it nowhere to be found while the flames illuminate your small living room.

“Sho?” You call out, kneeling in front of the fire and holding your hands as close as you dare to the heat.

“One second!” He calls back, distant making you wonder if he’s in the attic again. Minutes later, he’s stumbling down the hall that leads to your bedroom, confirming this. “Hi, princess. Did you have a good day?”

You kiss him softly as he leans down, pulling away to set out another box full of old Christmas decorations. “Where did those come from?”

“Uh,” he scratches his head, his orange locks bouncing as he does. “I think these used to be moms, or maybe even before her. Grandma didn’t even label the year like the other boxes.”

“I bet it’s full of interesting ornaments then,” you giggle leaning forward and kissing him again.

His cheeks flush and you smile at him as he pulls away, starting to dig through the box like all the others. Ever since moving into his grandparent’s house with him, he’s been excited to dig through all their old boxes in the attic, using anything and everything he finds that reminds him of his childhood.

“Let’s find a new one for the tree then!” He holds up an awfully ugly ornament, but you can’t help but grin.

Miya Atsumu x Fem Reader - 325 words

Your eyes flutter open as you feel a light pressure on your shoulders suddenly. A blurry but familiar shape forms in your vision as you become aware of your boyfriend squatting in front of you, the light behind him obscuring most of his features. He must have started the gas fireplace when he got home before covering you with a blanket that was laid across the back of the couch before you fell asleep.

“You’re home,” you say amongst a yawn.

“I’m home,” he grins, his hand settling on your cheek and his thumb strokes the skin softly. “You didn’t have to try and stay up for me.”

“You think I did this for you?” You scoff as he helps you sit up just enough so he can slide on the couch and rest your head back on his lap.

“Oh my bad,” he rolls his eyes unbeknownst to you. “I just thought I’d have my wonderful girlfriend would have stayed up to greet me at the door, maybe even kiss my handsome face over and over…” his laugh floods the room.

“You really think you’re so hilarious, huh?” You giggle, reaching up and pinching his thigh softly. He whimpers and pulls away, making your head drop onto the couch. “Seriously?”

He laughs more, pulling you up and against his side. “You did deserve it after all. Pinching me after I travelled all this way just to see you… tsk tsk tsk.”

“You live here. You have nowhere else to go.” You counter, pinching his sides this time.

“Ouch!” He grabs your hands and you laugh, wondering just what he means ouch to. “Osamu would happily take me in!”

“Not after the last time you stayed with him. I never heard the end of how you ruined his precious cast iron skillet your grandmother gave him!”

“Oh just shut up and kiss me already” he grumbles pulling your face to his and kissing you softly.

Oikawa Tooru x GN Reader - 314 words

Your brows furrow as you scroll past another photo portraying a winter wonderland. One you might have laughed at or rolled your eyes as you moved on. Of course, that was before you moved away from the beautiful cold air and pillowy white snow. Now, as you stare too longingly at yet another snow-covered park, the trees decorated with twinkling lights, you can’t help but long for the cold brush of wind against your cheeks once more.

Letting out a frustrated sound, you toss your phone against the back of the couch, it bounces off onto the rug beneath the glass coffee table. You don’t normally feel this sort of frustration at the holidays, hell you used to be accustomed to unusually hot holidays spent with your family. However, in the last year, moving away from your home for the last several years, it’s been hard. Harder than the transition to the cold climate, if you’re completely honest.

“Something wrong?” Oikawa asks, head dipping slightly to step inside the living room from the balcony. He sets the plate of grilled fish and corn down on the glass coffee table.

“I miss the snow. I hate the sun.” You let all the words out in one short breath, sounding more childish than you intended. “Everyone is posting pictures of the first snow and I miss it.”

He sits beside you, sliding his arm behind your back, pulling you into his chest with his other. His soft fingers graze your cheek, pushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “Would that Netflix version of a crackling fire and some Mariah Carey fix it?”

You let out a howl of laughter. “Maybe some hot chocolate too, and turning the ac down low so we have to snuggle close under a warm blanket.”

“Anything you want, baby.” He kisses your forehead before hopping up to do exactly as you agreed.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x GN Reader - 416 words

“Where are you taking me?” You frown looking to your right at Wakatoshi.

The scenery unfolding in front of you is beautiful, unlike any that you’ve ever seen in the winter. Evergreen trees peaking out under their snow cover, mountains reaching heights you’re too afraid to venture up to, and the undisturbed snow coating the ground you spot in between valleys of the mountains. However beautiful it may be, you just can’t shake the feeling that you’re getting a little too far from civilization for comfort.

“Will you relax,” he laughs, reaching over and squeezing your thigh. “I know exactly where we are. I have spent an awful lot of time around here, as you know.”

You roll your eyes, but know you can’t argue. Especially after all the times you made jokes like: well you’d know if you hadn’t been in Sweden. You purse your lips and turn your head to look out the window more.

After what seems like an eternity you pull up to what you’d call a cabin if it weren’t so large. The towering building looks as if it’s been built right into the mountainside, dark logs peaking above the stone siding.

“See, it’s not like we’re camping in the damn wilderness. I have a little more class than that,” he smiles at you, and you hold back a sigh of relief. He gets out of the car, quickly jogging over to your side and helping you out. “I rented this from the team’s owner, she usually lets us stay here when we have consecutive home games or during long conditioning weeks before the season starts.”

“Ah, so this is where you spend all your time ignoring my texts,” you tease squeezing his hand.

“I’ll even show you where I leave my phone when I’m ignoring you,” he chuckles, kissing your temple softly.

He shows you through the cabin, correcting you every time you call it a mansion. You just roll your eyes listening to him try and pretend like the team isn’t spoiled by this place. The main living room overlooks a lake, going on for miles to the horizon beyond. You stand looking at it, unable to look away as you take in the view. The only thing that breaks your focus is the sound of Wakatoshi cursing loudly, something he doesn’t do too frequently.

“What is it?” You turn, looking at him hunched over a pack of matches and an opened fireplace.

“I burnt my damn thumb,” he holds it up and frowns; looking as pitiful as you’ve ever seen him.

“Let me help you,” you laugh kneeling beside him. “Someone needs to get things done right around here,” you say while avoiding his hand coming to shove you out of the way.

#goldenshoyo holiday collaboration #daichi sawamura x fem reader #oikawa tooru x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #miya atsumu x fem reader #maeji #khooshawa #rue idk your ship name help #hinata shoyo x fem reader

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mhafucked · 2 years

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Day 2: Shopping (Bakugou x reader)

word count: 478

summary/cw: reader gets Bakugou a gift; fluff, cussing, lingerie mention, flustered Bakugou, sexual tension

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“How many more stores, woman?” Bakugou asks impatiently. You read over your list again as you navigate through the crowded mall. Almost all of the gifts have been purchased, which is a godsend because he is tired of carrying around bags and watching every extra who dares come close to you. Plus, you promised him the magic of a soft pretzel at the end if he is good.

“…and then we’re done once we get Mina and Momo—” you bite your lip as you ponder the next course of action “—and I think we can do that at one last store.”

Katsuki perks up, “Lead the way, princess.” You start walking slightly in front of him and he can already taste the soft pretzel. Hmmm… What kind of dipping sauce should he get… hot cheese or hot sauce? Decisions, decisions.

Wait, shit. What store is he in now and where the heck did you go? Fuck.

You’ve left his sight and now he’s missing his girl, hands full of bags and still pretzel-less. You must have said something and he missed it.

He wanders around looking lost and decides to head to the second floor. But once he gets off the escalator, he freezes in his tracks.

It’s the womenswear department and he’s suddenly surrounded by lingerie mannequins. Katsuki’s brain is sending up red flags because that mannequin in the middle is wearing his colors. The mannequin that actually is about your size and height is displaying the Dynamight™ lingerie.

His manager said it wouldn’t be in stores until Valentine's Day. He fought it all the way, but the PR team insisted.

Katsuki shakes the thoughts away. He is on a mission. He has to find the lingerie in your size.

No, wrong.

He has to find you so he can be your guard dog and make sure no one gets too close.

Yep, that’s the right move. He stalks off, looking for you over the racks, halting when he hears your laugh.

There you are, chatting with a salesperson near the dressing rooms, a bag already in your hands. He lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding when he sees your face.

You wave him over as you say your goodbyes to the worker. “Where did you go off to, silly?” you tease.

“Nowhere,” he grumbles. “You get everything?”

“Yes! And I even got something for you so no peeking in this one.”

He laughs, “I’m sure I can control myself; can we get my pretzel now?”

When he’s putting the bags in the trunk, he pauses when he sees a peek of orange and black in that bag.

He won’t be forgetting that before Christmas. Maybe he’ll even be super good to get an early present from Santa. Or maybe even tonight, he muses while taking a bite out of his pretzel.

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A/N: teasing @bakumu with the lingerie that doesn't exist. Oh well.

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mhafucked · 2 years

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Day 6: Favorite sweater (Bakugou x reader)

word count: 283

summary/cw: Bakugou runs hot; clothing swap, domestic fluff, Bakugou does his laundry on the reg, sexual tension & teasing, shirtless Bakugou

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“Baby,” you whine, “I’m cold.” And just like magic, a sweater appears in your hands.

Katsuki somehow shedded his without taking his eyes off of his video game and left himself in only his black tank. You pull it on happily, smirking to yourself before picking up your discarded controller and settling back against him, resuming your role in the game.

Little does he know that you've been playing this little game with him for several days, slowly gathering a pile of his extra sweaters, shirts, and sweatpants.

It takes him an entire week to figure it out, but only when he’s standing in his closet. Katsuki realizes his stack of sweaters is gone; they’re not in the laundry he folded this morning, they are fully missing.

His brows furrow in thought. He knows he wore them recently, but it’s not like they all somehow got ripped or ruined. He would remember that.

Katsuki turns around when he hears you rustling in your overnight bag next to his bed. Toothbrush in hand, you brush his cheek with your lips on your way to the bath and murmur, “Good morning, baby.”

He replies with a hand grasping your upper thigh, stopping you from continuing on.

“You… are a little thief,” he growls, trailing his fingers up from your thigh to the bottom of your, ahem, his sweater.

You smirk at his temper, knowing he finally caught on to your little game.

“What was the point of stealing all of my clothes?” he glares at you expectantly.

“Maybe I like wearing them—” you tease, poking him in the chest before stepping closer to his body, “—or maybe, I like you not wearing them even more.”

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A/N: introducing head of the shirtless katsuki agenda, @bakumu

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This is one of my Holiday Drabbles for @goldenshoyo’s 2021 Holiday Collaboration. Today’s theme is Christmas Eve. 🎅🏻 This occurs after the events of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

“You better not be shaking that box, Edward Elric.”

Ed looks at you over his shoulder, attempting a look of innocence. “What? I would never do such a thing.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you lean against the doorway. “Quit trying to figure out what your gifts are. You’ll ruin the surprise.”

He groans and gets to his feet. Fresh out of the shower, he’s wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair still damp and hanging loose around his shoulders.

“But I hate waiting.”

“I know. You’re twenty-two going on ten.”

Ed pouts, now standing in front of you. He smells like cotton and soap, along with the oil Winry constantly reminds him to use on his leg.

“Can’t I open just one?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.” You playfully flick his forehead without much force, and he scowls. “It’s Christmas Eve. We’ll open presents first thing tomorrow.”

He leans in closer, lips curling into a smirk as his breath ghosts along your neck. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”

You let out a huff, but you don’t push him away. “You’re not the only one who can be stubborn.”

Just as his lips brush against the underside of your jaw, he pulls away, grinning at your flustered frustration. “Guess we’ll see who breaks first, huh?”

#ghost-party’s holiday drabbles 🎄#goldenshoyo holiday collaboration #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood #fmab #edward elric #edward x reader #ed x reader #edward elric x reader

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mhafucked · 2 years

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Day 5: Quilts (Bakugou x reader)

word count: 480

summary/cw: blanket related fluff; sexual tension & innuendos, cussing, marriage mention, humor

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The sun sets behind Katsuki as he runs through downtown Musutafu. The villain he’s facing keeps changing his face while throwing taunts at him. He chases the villain around a corner down and then down a dark alley, trapped in a dead-end with nowhere to run.

Finally, Katsuki thinks, until suddenly the villain's face changes again… to yours.

“What the fuck is that?” Your mouth moves but doesn’t match the words he’s hearing. “Katsu… KATSUKI.”

A pinch to his foot is what finally breaks through and he wakes from his dream. He kicks his leg out at you, but you’ve already anticipated his move and playfully jumping out of the way.

He opens his eyes, and you’re standing next to the couch with a smirk on your face. “Why did you wake me, sweetheart?” he groans the nickname, annoyed that you woke him up just as the dream was getting good.

Oh, that’s the mood he’s going for today? You’ll have to try and turn that around.

“I was asking you a question,” you counter. “I said, ‘what the fuck is that?’”

He sits up, looking around the room. He doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. Maybe his hair? He checks that too, but it's still all there. He flips his palm up to you with a shrug, silently asking you to elaborate.

“This. What is this?” you say as you tug on the corner of the blanket he was napping under.

It’s ugly. Beyond ugly, actually. The quilt is fraying along the edges, it must have been a bright rainbow of colors at one point, but those days are long past.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow, “First, you wake me up from a good nap. Second, you’re mocking my blanket?”

“Is that what this is?” you tease. He brushes his hair back from his face and closes his eyes again, leaning back against the couch. “How come I’ve never seen it before?”

He sighs, obviously you’re not letting him fall back asleep now. “My mom dropped it off yesterday,” he grumbles. “It belonged to my grandparents. Mom always said her grandmother quilted it as a gift for their wedding.”

He runs his fingers along the patterns affectionately and you can tell this blanket is really important to him. Katsuki glances up to you and sees the way your eyes sparkle, deep in thought.

“Hop on in baby,” he says, raising up the corner of the blanket to you with a smirk.

You roll your eyes but slide in under the blanket next to him. It is pretty soft and cozy, perfect for napping.

“This is my new favorite blanket now,” you whisper in his ear. “That is until your mom makes us one for our wedding.”

Katsuki can barely hear your laughter over the sound of his own choking. You're going to be the death of him, he swears it.

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A/N: first draft of this made @bakumu drop her head into her hands supposedly, so the rewrite got better (bakugou will definitely ask for a handjob under said quilt in the future!)

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mitsuya x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

summary: you think your new years eve is going to end by being an anonymous face in the crowd until the one person that could change your night finds you.

cw: fluff, mild tokrev spoilers, friends with benefits to lovers, brief flashbacks to nsfw (sub!reader)

a/n: @lunastellanova this is for you! Im so glad that we've gotten close and I hope you like this! and happy new year!

This is a part of the @goldenshoyo holiday collab for the prompt new years eve! Check out the masterlist here!

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You almost drop your drink as another person bumps into you. You knew that this party would be big, but you didn't think that the garage would be this packed full of people.

Draken and Mikey have been planning the New Year’s Eve party for weeks, and they absolutely delivered on their promise for the best party of the year. D&D Motors’ is completely decked out: streamers and confetti everywhere, DJ booth set up in the corner, a bar packed with the best liquors, and with the glowsticks everyone is wearing, you would have guessed that this was a rave, not a motorcycle shop.

Projectors on the wall start to broadcast the official countdown to midnight. The whole party is watching with drinks in their hands, ready to toast to the new year and couples are holding on to each other getting ready for their first kiss of the year.

You lost the friends you came here with an hour ago —so much for sticking together— and the only other person you wanted to spend your night with is nowhere to be seen.

Mitsuya Takashi, the beautiful man that you’ve been infatuated with since college who also happens to be your friend with benefits, has eluded you the entire party.

You’ve seen glimpses of his lilac hair throughout the night but you haven’t actually seen him. It almost feels like he’s avoiding you, but also he’s the one who taught you the whole, ‘If someone is mad at you they will let you know so don't assume’ thing.

You replay your last few interactions in your head and nothing pops out to you as abnormal, so it must just be bad timing.

You take another sip from your drink as the countdown hits ten, and everyone in the garage starts to yell out in sync.

Ten

You wish that you felt better about being surrounded by faces you don't recognize in this sea of people. The anonymity should be freeing in a way; you could be anyone in this moment and yet… you're just you. The same you that you’ve always been, only a little bit more alone.

Nine

Maybe this is a good thing, you think, maybe this way you can be free of the formalities and fakeness that always finds its way to you. You can start this year off by being true to yourself and going after what you want.

Eight

And what you want most right now is—

“Takashi,” you say breathlessly as he pushes his way through the people next to you. He looks out of breath and the anxious gleam in his eyes seems to melt away as he steps closer.

Seven

Your heartbeat jumps to your throat as you look him over. His dark shirt is askew from rushing through the crowd, and his earring seems to glow from the light emitting from his glow stick halo.

He slows his breathing as he looks into your eyes with a small triumphant smile, leaning in closer to you than before, he says, “Hi,” with a hushed voice.

Six

You try to hide the smile blooming on your face, but with the way he’s invading your senses, you can’t help but react to him. He makes you feel so safe and every second that you spend with him makes you crave more.

“Hello,” you whisper back with a smile, swirling a finger around the rim of your drink as you try to push back the memories of the last time you saw him.

Five

You fail at suppressing the thoughts when you glance at his lips. The last time you kissed, your fingernails were clawing at his back as he pounded into you: your throat raw from screaming his name and your whole body was set ablaze under his touch. Every fiber of your being was begging him to be yours and for you to be his.

Four

Mitsuya closes the gap between your bodies, and you feel the rest of the room start to fade away. His gaze is jumping between your eyes and your lips, each time lingering longer on your mouth.

Your tongue peeks out to lick your lips as warmth spreads across your chest.

Three

Time starts to slow down and your breath mixes with his from how close the two of you are.

What is Takashi playing at? You've never kissed in front of other people before, and you're pretty sure no one else knows about your arrangement, so what could he be doing? But despite your hesitations, you can't deny your body the pleasure of feeling his skin against yours.

Two

His hands cup your neck, and he looks down at you with hooded eyes. Your brain is screaming to close the distance and just kiss him already, but you need to savor this moment. Savor the wanting feeling in your chest, the prickling of your skin under his touch, and how he's ravishing you with his eyes.

One

He closes the distance, kissing you with a passion that he's never revealed to you, even in private. He tilts your head in his hands to give himself better access as butterflies bloom in your chest. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and yours darts out to meet his.

Happy New Year!

You hear everyone shout, but you can’t be bothered to tear yourself away from the man making your body feel so alive.

He moves his hands to your hips, pulling you even closer against him, and he moans into your mouth when he feels your chest press against his.

You wrap your arms carefully around his neck, trying not to spill your drink all over him. Your lips move against his fervidly until the only thing you know in the world is the feel of him.

You pull away from him slightly when you need to breathe; the smile on his face is contagious and you can still feel the butterflies in your chest doing summersaults.

“You know you're supposed to wait until midnight to kiss someone, right?” you jest, running your free hand down his chest.

“I couldn’t end the year without kissing you like I meant it, and I really couldn't think of a better way to start the year than confessing my feelings to the girl I love.” He stills your hand above his heart, and you can feel the thumping beat under your palm.

You quirk your head at him, “Oh yeah? Who is she? Do I know her?”

He chuckles under his breath, “Yeah, I think you might know her.” He leans forward, capturing your lips in a quick kiss, before pulling you into a hug. With his arms wound tightly around you, he whispers into your ear, “I love you. I always have.”

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Day 4: Frost (Bakugou x reader)

word count: 491

summary/cw: Bakugou knows how to make things better; fluff & feelings

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Katsuki lounges on the leather couch lazily swirling his glass of whiskey. He likes acting like he’s the king of your apartment, admiring the way the drink sloshes over the large cube inside the frosted tumbler.

He takes a slow sip, watching you dance around the room. You’ve been singing along to Christmas music for hours, sorting through all the boxes of ornaments both of your parents readily offered to celebrate your first Christmas together.

There are at least four different boxes you’re pulling ornaments from and he finds it highly amusing that you can even find anything with how many boxes are in your apartment.

You had asked him if he would help you when you started decorating the tree, but Katsuki declined: he has a much better view from here. The look in his eyes as he turned you down with a single ‘no’ told you all you needed to know; Katsuki will entertain your holiday traditions, but only from afar.

Secretly, he’s glad you didn’t beg him to help. He’d much rather watch and learn for your first Christmas together so he can impress you next year. But with the way you’re debating the merits of each ornament, he knew you’d just move what he placed on the tree later that night.

Katsuki takes another sip of his drink before he hears you gasp. He stands abruptly, worried that you’ve hurt yourself, and watches you gingerly pull shards of glass out of a small box before placing them on the coffee table.

“What’s that?” he asks wearily. He’s not exactly sure he understands why these ornaments are important, but he can see how attached you are to the remaining parts of your family traditions.

He’s moving to you before he realizes what he’s doing and stops to kneel by your feet. He takes the box from you, sets it aside, and grasps your hands in his.

You tell yourself you won’t cry over broken glass as you hold back tears, “My mom and dad got this the Christmas I was born. It’s the first one they ever hung on their tree.”

“Don’t worry, princess, I'll fix it.” He knows you’re putting on a brave face just for him. “This probably isn’t the right time but I got you something.”

He reaches under the tree for a small wrapped box he placed there earlier.

He hands it to you with bated breath, watching you unwrap it. Nestled in the tissue paper is a snow globe ornament with a red ribbon hanger. It’s so delicate, the fake snow falling around the first selfie you coerced him into, the words ‘Our first Christmas’ scrawled across the bottom in his handwriting.

Your eyes start to water again, but this time from a different emotion. “Thank you so much, Katsu. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

If only you could read his mind because he thinks the same about you.

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A/N: do I know you or do I fucking know you, @bakumu?! this was witchcraft

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Day 3: Candle light (Bakugou x reader)

word count: 587

summary/cw: Bakugou sorts through feelings; domestic fluff, power outage, relationship escalation, cussing, sexual tension & innuendos

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Katsuki is tired when he gets home from his Friday evening shift; he's so glad it's finally the weekend. He peels off his winter hero costume, leaving parts of it on the floor as he walks to the bedroom to put on some sweats and just relax. He hopes this weekend will be uneventful, and maybe see you a few times; well... definitely do more than just see you.

He’s slipping on his shirt when he hears a knock at the door. He’s still putting on his shirt as he whips it open. “What do you wan-“

“Hello to you too,” you chuckle at the surprised look on his face.

Katsuki quickly pulls you into his arms, glad to see you after his long week. “I thought you had plans with the girls tonight?”

“I do, but I wanted to stop by and see you first.” You secretly wish you didn’t have to stop by, but Katsuki wants to take it slow. It’s cute because he’s so nervous to mess things up but also it’s been long enough and you're ready to take the next step.

Damn his own hesitancy, because he’s so glad to see you right now. “Come inside baby.”

You sit down on the couch and you can’t get over the way he is constantly touching you: brushing your hair back, placing a hand on your knee, his fingers intertwining with yours. It’s so nice when the two of you can relax like this.

A loud boom shakes the building and suddenly the lights flicker out.

“What the fuck,” he growls, getting his phone to call the agency. You grab yours and text the girls that the power is out and to hold for updates.

He comes back in the room after hanging up the phone, assuring you that it’s nothing to be worried about. Apparently, a fight knocked out the power substation and it’ll take a few hours for the power to come back.

“The good news is the heat is not electric,” he muses, “but it’s so damn dark now.” He turns on his phone’s flashlight and points it towards the ceiling.

“Aww, Katsuki. Are you afraid of the dark?” you laugh and he looks at you with disbelief. “Don’t you have any candles?”

You gather all the candles he had packed away in a closet and set them on the kitchen island. He gently begins lighting them one at a time while you get comfy on a barstool. You can’t help but admire how handsome he is in the candlelight, but also he’s hot all the time so it really shouldn’t make your heart react this way.

He notices that look on your face and he pauses in his task, his own face flushing as he keeps his gaze on the candles’ flames. “I uh… had something I wanted to talk about… with you.”

“You can tell me anything Katsu,” you reply, gently, reaching across the island to touch his arm.

Better now than never, he thinks. He gulps before practically shouting, “Iwantyoutomoveinwithme.”

Oh wow, Dynamight. Real fucking smooth.

He tries again, softer, “Move in with me?”

He closes his eyes and misses your blinding smile when you speak. “Of course.”

Shock forces his eyes open before his cockiness spreads. “Of course you will, you can’t get enough of me.”

You roll your eyes as he rounds the island, already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Better cancel with the girls because you’re all mine tonight, roomie.”

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A/N: @bakumu dreamy sighs?? I want to be bffs with gruff but awkward kacchan

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