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kittenofdoomage · 1 year

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Nothing Left To Say

Summary: You let it lie too long, and now it’s time to move on. It’s escaping unnoticed that’s the problem.

Prompt: Endverse!Dean, at the camp, busted

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x female!reader

Word Count: 2190

Warnings: angst from the outset, smut, breakups, cheating, no HAEs here

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It hadn’t been as hard as you thought it would be. Once you’d made the decision, you had made sure your responsibilities were passed on to someone else, and ensured that everyone would be alright without you. After that, it was simply a case of packing your things, which didn’t take long when your whole life fit into one duffel bag.

“Guess I won’t have to worry about carrying too much,” you mumbled, pulling the zip closed over the light bulge of your only sweater. Hoisting the bag onto your shoulder, you slipped out of the cabin’s bedroom, heading for the door through the kitchen.

He was waiting for you, half-bathed in shadows, the dim light of the only lamp giving the whole room a feeling right out of a horror novel. You skidded to a stop a few meters away from him, watching as he lifted his head, your hasty escape busted before you’d had a chance.

His eyes flicked from your face to the bag dangling at your side, one eyebrow arching. “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice calm but strained.

Holding your chin up, you swallowed the nerves down, dragging the strap further up into a more secure position. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

There was no reaction on his face; no anger, no amusement, nothing. It unsettled you. But you hadn’t been sure what to expect from Dean for years now. He’d changed, become harder, colder, when he lost Sam. You both knew it. You just didn’t talk about it.

“You’ll die out there,” he said, his casual manner chilling you to the bone. Did he even care if you did?

You shrugged. “Better than dying here.”

A flinch. The tiniest of movements, but you knew you’d gotten to him and it gave you a tiny thrill of satisfaction. Just a taste of the pain he’d caused you.

He moved, and you jumped at the sudden step. The reaction made him freeze, and then you saw something else - hurt - cross his features. “I wouldn’t hurt you,” he accused, voice softer now, filled with pain.

You could feel tears in your eyes. “You already did,” you whispered brokenly, sniffing to try and stop the anguish in your throat. “I knew, Dean. I knew the whole time. About Risa, Jane, Marie… I knew and you lied to me. Told me it was another recon meeting. Weapons training. And just because it’s the end of the world doesn’t mean I don’t have a choice.”

Dean didn’t say a word, not even to defend himself. There wasn’t much point in denying it now.

“I kept thinking I could make it better,” you sighed. “But you’re never gonna change. Since…” You sucked in a breath, unable to say the words you were thinking. Since you lost Sam. “Since Detroit.” Meeting his gaze, you kept control of your composure, fisting your hands at your sides. “I don’t think you’re capable of love anymore.”

His jaw clenched. You didn’t want to see how his rage came out, and you didn’t want to drag it out any longer.

“Take care of yourself,” you mumbled.

“Can’t we talk about this?” he asked suddenly, the coldness evaporating. Your shoulders dropped, and you gave him a pitiful look.

“There’s nothing left to say,” you replied gently.

The only thing left was walking out the door. You just had to make it past him.

Every step was shaky and the closer you got, the more you saw the anguish on his face, but he didn’t move, watching you with glassy eyes. As you moved past, his hand shot out, grasping the top of your arm in a firm but not painful grip. “Please,” he whispered, turning his head to let you see the pain in his eyes. “They meant nothing to me.”

You inhaled sharply, searching his face for the truth. “Do you love me, Dean?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “If I said I did, would you stay?”

“Just asking that,” you forced out through gritted teeth, “means that if you did, you wouldn’t mean it. So no.”

“I can’t let you leave,” he murmured softly.

“Let me go,” you demanded, pulling at his hold, scowling when he didn’t release you. “Dean!”

Your bag hit the floor as you tried to escape, only he was stronger. In an attempt to free yourself, you twisted, but he anticipated it, shoving you hard until your back hit the wall, sending an empty picture frame clattering to the floor. In the next second, you found yourself caged in by Dean’s arms and your heart pounded in your chest as he stared at you.

He hadn’t been this close in weeks. The smell of him was intoxicating, and you remembered better times, when he’d touch you like you were the only woman in the world for him.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you released an involuntary moan, pressing your hands against his chest. The moan was followed by the tiniest whisper of his name, and he struck without hesitation, crushing his mouth against yours, forcing you harder against the wall. You responded in kind, fisting the material of his shirt, gasping as he ground into you.

It was probably a stupid idea but you ignored the sensible side of your brain, too desperate to be touched to think about it. You knew you should have stopped it at the first kiss, then the second, or when his fingers curled up underneath your shirt, popping buttons as he went, except you didn’t stop there, undressing him as quickly as he was undressing you.

Your shirt and his ended up tangled on the floor, and he pulled you from the door, making it as far as the table before his hands were tugging at your pants. You kissed over and over, breaking apart only to remove clothing, and your impatience had his pants around his ankles and his cock in your hand while your jeans dangled from one leg. There didn’t seem to be a place for any words, and when Dean sank two fingers into your wet heat, you cried out, desperately trying to stroke him as he fucked the thick digits into you.

Grunting his name, you rocked against him, ass scraping against the wooden tabletop. He panted into your mouth, working you into a frenzy, pulling back just to watch your face twist into a mask of pleasure. “Cum for me,” he murmured, mouthing at your jaw.

You were almost blind from the bliss in your veins; your hand dropped as your concentration lapsed but he didn’t stop. He kept you grounded with slow strokes as you fell over the edge, and when you began to settle back into your bones, you felt him, hard, nudging at your entrance.

His eyes locked on yours as he sank into you, and you swallowed down a cry at the penetration, clinging to his shoulders. One of his hands slipped down to cup your ass, the other steadying you as the shoulder as he sank deep and held himself there. It struck you with sorrow when you looked into his eyes, realizing how much you’d missed this, but knowing that you needed more.

He kissed you again, starting to rock into you. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself the indulgence of his touch, of being connected to him, enjoying the warm buzz lingering in your head from your first orgasm, already feeling the beginnings of a second. Dean had always known just how to make you quiver, but it was soured by the knowledge that you weren’t the only one.

Pushing those thoughts away, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the unruly short hairs at the back of his head. He groaned against your lips, both hands on your ass now, slamming into you with enough force to make the table shake. Your noises were muffled until you needed to breathe, inhaling hard and exhaling with a drawn out moan as you started to cum again.

When you were almost through, he withdrew, manhandling you onto your stomach across the table, barely sparing a second before he was sinking into your warmth again. At this angle, his strokes drove you onto tiptoes, and you scrambled for purchase as your brain short-circuited with pleasure. Dean growled, hands on your hips, driving into you harder and harder until you were screaming his name.

Finally, he choked out a single “fuck” and thrust deep. Warmth spread out from where his cock kissed your cervix, trickling down until it was dripping onto your thighs. You went slack, cheek against the table, listening as Dean grunted and pulled away, expecting him to dismiss you.

His hand slipped around your wrist, tugging you up. You stumbled, falling right into his arms, and another kiss. “Come to bed,” he whispered, nuzzling your cheek.

You hesitated, glancing at your bag. One bout of great sex didn’t fix the problems between you but when you looked into his eyes, he looked so earnest, and so like the Dean you loved.

“Okay,” you murmured, offering him a weak smile.

He smiled back, and you knew you’d be gone by morning.

He was on his back, snoring lightly, one arm underneath your pillow, the other draped across his chest. Like this, with his features relaxed, you could see the young hunter you’d fallen in love with, the one who had smiled. The only man you’d ever loved.

It felt like an appropriate way to say goodbye. He didn’t need to be awake.

Dressing quickly, you found your bag where it had been abandoned, quietly hoisting it onto your shoulder as you went for the door, glancing back nervously in case Dean had woken up. Satisfied you could sneak away without his notice, you slipped out of the door, closing it carefully so it didn’t slam.

On the horizon, the sun’s first rays were beginning to turn the night sky pink. You stepped down carefully from the cabin, wary of the squeaky step at the bottom, then headed down the path. At this hour, you shouldn’t have expected anyone but the sentries to be awake, but naturally, you encountered another obstacle to your freedom, laying in the grass with nothing on his feet and a lit joint in his hand.

“You’re leaving.”

Castiel’s statement was slurred, and you briefly wondered what he was high on tonight. “Yeah,” you replied. “Are you going to stop me?”

He chuckled, rolling his head toward you. “The stars put on quite a show tonight,” he grinned, holding out the joint. “You sure I can’t persuade you to watch with me?”

You smiled fondly at the former angel. “Take care of him, Cas.”

He regarded you for a second, pushing up into a seated position. “There’s nothing out there, you know.”

“Turns out there’s nothing here either,” you sighed. “I’ll be okay.”

With no further argument, you turned your back on Cas and headed for the gates. The sentries didn’t stop you, so you hurried out of the camp and onto the road, heading south. In truth, you hadn’t decided where you were going to go yet, but you had family in California, and there was always the hope someone else had survived.

It grew lonely quickly in the next few days. You took to humming songs, forcing yourself to remember lyrics to take your mind off of how tired or hungry you were. Sleeping was a tricky prospect, requiring a good hiding place if you wanted true rest, and you had to scout any potential safe areas as you went. Though you didn’t encounter many Croats, you remained alert, keeping your machete close in an effort to conserve your limited ammo.

A week after you had left, a storm rolled in. You found sanctuary in a gas station, lucking out on a full stockroom that hadn’t been plundered. As the thunder and lightning raged outside, you ate Twinkies and snatched a brief few hours of calm in the lockable room.

It was dark when a sound disturbed you from outside. You woke and sat up, machete already in your hand as you listened for whatever was making the noise, assuming that at worst it was a Croat, at best, a raccoon. Getting to your feet, you crept to the door, unlocking it as silently as possible before peeking out.

There was nothing you could see. The wind blew an empty chip packet across the floor, and the moonlight shimmered on the shelving as the storm clouds moved on. You gripped your weapon, stepping out with a hope that your raccoon theory was correct.

And then he stepped out. Dressed in a crisp white suit, eyes glowing a subtle red as he smiled. He breathed your name like a prayer, a smile on his face that didn’t seem to fit right. You felt the cold wrap around you like a ghostly embrace. Dean’s voice echoed in your head.

You’ll die out there.

Lucifer’s smile didn’t waiver. “I was hoping I’d run into you.”

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#dean winchester #endverse!dean #dean x reader #smut #angst #cheating #no happy endings #supernatural #spn #fanfic #fanfiction

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ephemeral-lace · 1 year

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Lolita fashion brand "Angelic Pretty" has enthusiastic fans all over the world. The exhibition "Angelic Pretty MUSEUM", which unravels the history of the select shop "PRETTY" until today, was held from October 26th (Friday) to 27th (Saturday), 2018 at LAFORET MUSEUM HARAJUKU.

This time, we will deliver the state of the special fashion show held on the second day! Risa Nakamura, the main model of the brand, and Sumire Kokuro, an artist with whom the brand has been close since its birth, will appear as guests! Don't miss the stylish Lolita snaps at the venue!

The special program fashion show will be held twice in the afternoon and in the evening on Saturday, October 27 (both have the same content). Both times were packed with lolitas who love Angelic Pretty! The show started with black Sumire's light and nostalgic performance.

Sachi (black violet)

#egl #egl fashion #egl community #eglfashion #eglcommunity #glb #gothic and lolita bible #gothic & lolita bible #kera #kera magazine #not my coord #laforet museum #angelic pretty museum #angelic pretty

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lei-lei-artz · 8 days

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Chapter 2-Risa

“I did?!” Risa’s smiled widened, it didn’t even take much to get into this band, but either way she was still extremely happy. Connor smiled back “Yes Risa, I think tha—“ “Yes! You made it Risa!” WHACK!! Connor had smacked Lev in the back of the head. “Shut up Lev! As I was saying, we’ve decided that yes, you’re an amazing keyboardist and you should join our band.” Risa nodded and turned to face Lev “You should seriously calm down, Lev.” Lev scowled and nodded but he was so close to hitting Connor back.

The next day Risa awoke nice and early, once she rolled out of bed she took a quick shower, did her skincare, packed her bags and grabbed breakfast. As she was leaving she realized something, she needed her keyboard because she was actually able to play it for once! This made Risa’s morning even better so she grabbed the bag her keyboard was in and headed to school. It was a nice day out, not too cold but not scolding hot which was a nice thing. For the rest of the day she kept glancing at the clock, just wanting school to end so she could play. Finally the dismissal bell rang and she immediately darted out of class-which was one of the most boring ones- and headed towards the music room.

“Oh hey, Risa!” She looked around to see who was calling her name and she saw Cam. “What’s that?” He had asked curiously. “Oh this is my keyboard.” Cam tilted his head to the side in curiosity. “Are you practicing” “Yeah, I’m in a band. Anyways, I gotta go.” Risa ran off and Cam was left there standing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flyer, was this the band Risa was talking about? With a shrug, Cam walked off as well but he was thinking about this so called “band”…

“Risa!” Connor had exclaimed as she entered the music room. Lev was in the corner of the room setting up a drum kit while Connor was adjusting his mic stand. “How are we gonna practice when there’s 3 of us who play completely different instruments?” Lev had asked. “We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” replied Connor. Risa put her bags down and began setting up her keyboard. But just then, the door to the music room opened.

“Where the hell did I leave it..?” The three of them looked up at the same time, it was Layton. Layton stared back at them “Sorry, I was grabbing my water bottle, I forgot it when I was in music class.” “No worries.” Connor had replied. Layton grabbed her water bottle and went to leave the room. “Have a nice practice session.” She said before she left the room. Connor sighed and turned to the other two “So, we ready to practice?” Risa nodded and Lev gave a thumbs up. So they started to play random songs and notes but during the middle of their practice, the music room door swung open once again, Connor looked up in surprise and called out to them “Uh, hello?”…

Read previous chapter here (idk if this works properly)

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind band au #connor lassiter #risa ward #lev tashi'ne #camus comprix #layton wach #unwind oc #hey it’s cam!#and layton too!#who was at the door at the end 🤔

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dnangelic · 6 months

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"BREAKING NEWS! PHANTOM THIEF DARK KIDNAPS SPECIAL COMMANDER!" Saehara is having fun with this latest edition of the school paper and it was selling like HOTCAKES.

"I've also got high res photos of the two of them in case anyone wants to purchase--" He was quickly mobbed by a throng of girls-- all eagerly debating the romance between the commander and the master thief.

"Star-crossed lovers!" One called out, staring at the picture she'd purchased.

"I bet they have a secret romance." Said another, placing the picture in one of her folders to smuggle home later.

"Seeing pretty men together is so wonderful." Mused a third fan. Saehara quickly sold out of his stock-- he'd need to print more.

ah . uuuh ?

this was --- this was really bad , right ?!

' SAEHARA ?! w-what the heck are you doing --- ?! what is all this ?! ' w-wah , look at all of the people ! and all of the girls ! and all the papers and pictures of --- of him ! ... well , technically , it was dark and hiwatari , but what in the world were all these rumors flying around ?!

this was crazy !!

if daisuke had at all been able to endure dark's name forever flying through the air around him in squeals in the past , then it was only because he practically never had any involvements , and nobody would have ever known that dark was him ! but now the phantom thief's spotlight was being shared , and the rumors of romance were cropping up --- w-what would risa think ?! what about riku ?!

( so that pervert's finally started kidnapping men , too ?! )

no , no ! noooo !! he was trapped at school and he couldn't even scream ! there was no way he could go against saehara without looking completely suspicious , either ! ' you're ... you're kidding me ! '

sure , to dark's myriad fans , if not the entire azumano prefecture , this was just another juicy incident and gossip-worthy happenstance , but what was he going to do about the exaggerated papers and pictures about to line the inside of every locker ?! was this really even supposed to be okay for hiwatari-kun , too ?! with his delicate constitution , or maybe just his weird way of talking sometimes ...

' AUUUGH !! ' HE MESSED UP ! HE REALLY MESSED UP ! HIS LIFE WAS SERIOUSLY OVER !! MAYBE IF HE ASKED HIS MOM , THEY COULD PACK UP AND MOVE TO A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT COUNTRY AFTER THIS !

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#CANON.#nerdynanny #HIWATARI-KUN IF YOU'RE OUT THERE I'M SORRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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cadaverschaoss · 5 months

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Sims 4 save file to do list

Just a post where I can try to compile what I need to do and how I'm doing the shit for when I get the new expansion pack

Households

Since in the sims 4 for rent expansion the max rental units in one lot is six(6) with each unit able to house eight(8) sims so to get the max characters living at the beach I've started to build I'm dividing everyone up into categories if you've read this far and want your oc part of this please pm me! If your OC is already on the list congrats I remembered your character! I will be coming back and updating this as I go

Executives

Hatter

Aguni

Aisaka

Spades players

Niragi

Lastboss

Kuina

Kasumi

Hearts players

Arisu

Izumi

Caspian

Narumi

Clubs players

Usagi

Hozier

Hinata

Babydoll

Diamonds players

Chishiya

Yumiko

Yalina

Jordyn

Kiyomo

face cards

Mira

Risa

Kuzuryu

Kyuma

Misaki

This will serve mostly as my own reference guide as to who I put in a household with who

#sims 4 alice in Borderland #sims 4 aib #alice in borderland #cadaver talks #cadaver speaking #aib oc #aib #aib roleplayer #alice in borderland roleplayer

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chaoticstupiddm · 10 months

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First and Last Sentence Tag War

I have been tagged by @penelopwgarcia, @anotherbluesunday, @leavesdriftinginthewind, @wednesdayandherhyde, @ablatheringblatherskite, @writerrose1998, and @iamfandomcrazy during the crazy time that last week was. 🖤🖤

Someone has started to work a bit on the next installment of Star Trek AU (2-3 short chapters for this one). It's only 500 words so far, so the crazy stuff is yet to happen.

First: The celebration of their matrimony lasts longer than Divina would want it to, Enid keeping up her wife with dances and drinks while Divina chats and dances with her brother and her other colleges. She just wants her wife with her, packed into a shuttlepod, and being on their way to their planned honeymoon on Risa.

Last: The captain cheers them on at the door, wishing the newly-weds a wonderful honeymoon, but Divina barely hears anything of it over the sound of the crew in the hall chanting for them to have one last kiss. They are more than happy to oblige.

I would like to tag everyone back + @persephoneed, @diamantdog, @wileyonce, @nouklea, @insomniac1994, and @therulerofallpotatos!

#tag war #weyler star trek au #just with a bit of divina/yoko focus in the first chapter #what is their ship name?

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yu2ki · 9 months

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끝이 보이는데 i know it's not right 🧩

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kiwicidios · 8 months

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ִ ✿ ׁ . ᩧ

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hexgaywire · 1 year

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☾ Master List ☽

Looking for something...? (Currently sorted by company affiliated)

☾ NIJISANJI EN ☽

EN Boys:

» Taking Care of You While You're Sick Headcannons

Hex Haywire:

» "Stress Packing (and Airport Coffee)" [x GN Reader]

» Hex Haywire NSFW Headcannons [AFABish GN]

» Taking care of a stressed S/O [F]

LUXIEM (All):

» Bedtime Routine Headcanons

» Luxiem Boys VS bugs [x Fem Reader]

Mysta Risa:

» Luxiem Boys watching their S/o get hit on [x GN reader]

» Luxiem Boys S/O with different Luxiem Oshis Headcanons

» "A Tearful Goodbye"

ILUNA (All):

» Reuniting with their sibling [GN]

»»————-　☾　————-««

☾ NIJISANJI JP ☽

»»————-　☾　————-««

☾ HoloTempus EN ☽

»»————-　☾　————-««

☾ Independent / Nonaffiliate ☽

»»————-　☾　————-««

Edited: 10/14/2023

#hexgaywire masterlist

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liyatv · 6 days

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関根理紗: 【一緒に食べよう!】女将とサムギョプサル食べながら質問コーナー!

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darkparablesfan · 2 months

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The Hawk and the Little Sparrow

Hello- So this is my first post here- so sorry if it's not that great looking. So here is a work of mine- With Hawks with my OC- Risa.

The lively city sounds of Musutafu snuck inside the restaurant’s walls giving much needed background noise for the slow night. There weren't that many customers that night so Risa had some time to prepare for tomorrow. She was listening to some music, humming and singing along as she chopped up vegetables then moved on to preparing the different meats.

But it was cut short when the restaurant’s bell chimed loudly as the entrance door was opened and chimed again when it was closed. She quickly let go of the knife and ran to the counter.

“ Welcome -” But she couldn’t finish what she was saying as the sight in front of her shocked her. It felt like her heart had fallen into her stomach.

There he was, number three Hero, Hawks at her door, looking a mess. His jacket was covered in dirt and mud ( at least she hoped it was just mud ). His gaze was almost empty. But he still tried to smile as he looked at the women standing in front of him.

“ Hey there little-”

With a loud thud the young men collapsed onto the floor. His vision started getting dark, then he heard quick footsteps closing in and Risa calling out his name.

A few hours later when he woke up he found himself among soft and puffy pillows and a blanket. He quickly pushed himself up which only led to him feeling a strong sting in his chest. When he looked down he saw he wasn’t in his costume anymore. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt that could easily be easily like a tent for him. In several places, his arms were covered with bandages and bandaids. He glanced toward the door as Risa walked in with a tray in her hands as soon as the door opened.

“ Ah, you are awake Keigo!” She smiled at the blond haired man.

" Yeah, sorry about that." He tilted his head as his hand was placed behind it and scratched it.

“ You can pay for the cleaning later.”

“ Oh come on little sparrow.” Keigo whined.

“ Oh come on, I was just joking!”

“ I know, I know. Sorry!”

Risa’s cheek puffed up a bit like a puffer would puff up.

“ Well, now that you're up, I can tend the wounds on your face.”

She grabbed the first aid kit box and sat down at the edge of the bed. She put some alcohol on a cotton swab and applied it to Keigo's wound, who jumped back with a loud hiss.

“ That stinged baby bird!”

“ Oh shush you! If you keep moving it will take longer. You can swear at me if that helps.”

“ What? You really think I would cuss at a lady like- Ouch!”

Within a few minutes, all of Keigo's wounds had been treated. He pouted like a small kid as Risa put away the box and came back with the tray. It was packed with different kinds of food. Almost all of them were his favorites.

"Wow! You made all of these?”

“ You were sleeping for a while and I guessed you would be hungry.”

“ You know me too well- It’s dangerous. What if some villain catches you and interrogates you about me?”

“ I doubt they would care too much about what your favorite food is. And that you keep sleeping with that Endeavour plushie.”

“ That was low Risa.”

The young woman let out a laugh that filled the otherwise quiet room. Keigo let out a small snort under his breath then began to eat. Risa just watched him with a content smile on her face. Seeing people enjoying her cooking always made her happy and she felt proud of her work. When Keigo finished he leaned back and patted his stomach.

“ Ah, I feel like I'm gonna explode.”

“ Hey, there are some crumbs on your face.” Risa leaned closer, gently wiped off the crumbs from his cheek. With her thumb she could feel the soft skin, but it was covered by a band-aid. Seeing him like this. It broke her heart. So many questions swirled in her mind. How did he get these wounds? Did the Commission send him on another secret mission?

“ Your face will stay that way, little sparrow.” Keigo’s teasing voice shook her out of her thoughts.

“ Don’t tell me what to do- You are not my dad!”

“ Yeah, I could never be like him.” He lets out a laugh but just as soon he lets out a yawn “ Ah…I guess I’m still a bit sleepy.”

“ Alright. Move over.” After she put the tray on a table the brown haired woman kicked off her shoes and took off her socks. She then climbed into the bed and lay next to the Pro Hero.

Keigo teased her, "Don't you seem a bit too confident?" as he lay down next to her so they would be face to face.

“ I had a long day as well. So shush.”

He let out another chuckle. He smiled at her with a faint but genuine smile.

“ You know you don’t have to do all this for me.”

"Well, it just so happens that I like helping others. Especially if it’s a reckless Pro Hero who causes me a faint heart attack almost every time I see him.”

It was true, it wasn’t Keigo's first time fainting in the restaurant but Risa still couldn’t get used to seeing her childhood friend being all beaten up from fights. And that’s just the physical signs. Anytime she tried to get him to open up even more.

“...Hey.” Risa’s soft voice broke the silence.

“ Hm?”

“ Whenever you feel like it, I’m ready to listen, okay?”

There was no response from either of them. Risa just looked at the blonde man who stared back at her. Keigo turned towards her his arms wrapped around her body. Risa pulled him closer. Keigo’s body felt so much smaller than before. Like a small, delicate doll. The young woman's fingers slipped into his soft hair and gently caressed his head. When she could feel something warm on her clothes she let out a sigh. A sigh of relief.

She would hold Keigo and keep petting his head even after Keigo fell back asleep. Maybe this hawk was out there to serve others and help them, but this little sparrow was even more determined to take care of him.

#fiction #writers #anime #writers on tumblr #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x oc #fanfic #oc x canon #self indulgent #self indulgence at its finest #self indulgence time

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