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bnhablessings · 4 years

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Comfort/fluff Headcanons or scenarios for Present Mic, All Might and Eraserhead reacting to their insecure s/o wanting to get married? Like s/o has been acting off and distancing their self because they don't feel worthy? Thanks if you do🥺💖

I adored this request with my ENTIRE being. (I ended up doing both headcanons and scenarios lol) I love them and I hope you think they are comfy/fluffy enough! It’s been a while since I wrote about the three men and I love them.

All three of them would love to show you how much you mean to them in a nsfw way ; )

All Might, Eraserhead, Present Mic x Reader (GN/NB)

Warnings: Angsty for a hot second, fluff, the reader is insecure, Present Mic’s so the most angsty one omg.

Words: 2,133

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)-

Chances are if you are starting to think about marriage, he is too

He is very observant so he’ll notice the change in your behavior immediately

He won’t do anything about it for a while because he will be a smidge confused at first but once he realizes what is going on he will bring it up as soon as possible to get the problem over and dealt with

If he suspects you’re being insecure about yourself, he will be more loving towards you

Aizawa doesn’t know how long he can pretend everything is fine. He knows it’s not. You’ve been acting strange and the worst part is you haven’t been opening up to him. It’s killing him and making him more moody than usual. Thankfully, he got off his patrol early tonight to come home to you.

As soon as he enters the shared apartment you live in, he takes note the kitchen light is on and you are passed out on the couch. The sight makes his heart hurt. You are curled up in a ball covered in a blanket. It’s obvious you fell asleep crying from how puffy you are eyes seem to be. He sighs and goes to fix the blanket when he notices a picture under the blanket being held to your chest with your other hand.

With a gentle touch, he pulls it from your grip and stares at it with a smile. It is a picture of when the two of you started dating. A shaky breath leaves you and he decides now is a good time as any to talk. He places the picture on the coffee table nearby and lifts you and the blanket gently up so he can scoot behind you and hold you.

You let out a sleepy hum before you wake up fully upon realizing that Aizawa is back. You go to sit up and move but he holds a tight grip on your waist.

“Stay. It’s been a while since we were last like this,” He mumbles.

His voice sounds so tired and you feel guilty immediately. However, the warmth he provides to your back makes you give in. You snuggle as close as you can to him and he lets out a content sigh. The air feels slightly melancholy but he is sure to fix it.

He might as well just come outright and say it.

“I want to marry you.”

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. He can feel the slight trembling in your body as you try not to cry.

“Do you not want to marry me?” The question has no emotion to it. He’s just trying to figure out why this topic is making you this way.

You struggle to turn and he helps you so you are both face-to-face. He knows you are vulnerable right now so he is careful with you. You are after all his precious person. He cups your face and you lean into his warm hand.

“I know you’ve been pushing yourself away from me lately. I figured you needed space but now I know that isn’t the case. Do you wish to separate? I love you so if that is what you want to do I will take it into consideration-“

You quickly interrupt him with a panicky voice. “No! That’s not it at all! I love you more than you’ll ever know. I have been thinking of marriage too… but… You deserve someone better. After all that you do for me and others… How can I call myself your (husband/wife)? It doesn’t feel right since you deserve someone who people can approve of.”

He stares at you long and hard. He is pissed off at your thoughts but gentle in how he reacts to them. It takes him a moment before he just places a kiss on your forehead.

“I want you. I want to marry you. I don’t care what other people think and you shouldn’t either. You are everything I want and you make me a better person. I want no one else but you. Just take some time and think about it. We’ll talk more when you feel better but (Name)… I want you.”

He’s not much of a talker but you needed to hear it from him. You need to know how much you mean to him and how happy he would be just to have you married to him.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might)-

If you are in a relationship with Toshi, it’s probably been a really long time and he’s been thinking about marriage as well

HOWEVER, he will be just as insecure as you are

He will distance himself to with work or even bring it up to you how you should be with someone not as busy as him (this may change when he retires)

He’ll play the same card you play: that you deserve to be with someone better

“(Name), what’s been going on with you lately?” Toshi decides to ask after seeing you look so down watching your favorite show.

It leaves him a bit nervous but he wants to talk to you. He hasn’t been feeling so well with the current idea that’s been lingering in his head. With his own odd behavior, he has barely noticed yours but still has. He was going to push you away further but the thought nearly killed him.

How could he do that to the person he loves most?

You seem to hesitate before you decide to be honest. “I… Think we need to separate. I love you but I don’t deserve to be with you.”

It feels like he has whiplash as he stares at you with concerned eyes. Quickly, he pulls you up so you’re standing and he looks down at you before just hugging you. The panic is obvious on his face as well as the hurt from the suggestion (even though he was feeling the same way).

“Don’t say that. I am the one who doesn’t deserve to be with you. You deserve better. I love you more than you can ever know but you deserve someone who can actually make time for you and proudly show you off. I want to announce to the world that you are my (husband/wife) but I’m terrified of you turning into a big target. I wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

“I want to marry you too but… I don’t- I just don’t think I deserve you. You are so kind, loving, and patient with me. Would you really be okay with marrying me? You’d be stuck with someone who doubts themselves-“

He cuts you off with a passionate kiss this time before returning to a simple hug.

You hug him tightly as you both take a moment to relish in each other’s embrace. Finally, you speak up but in a barely audible whisper. “Are we okay then? What should we do?”

“…Well, we both love each other and from our current situation we’re both insecure, I think we should stay together. I want to stay together. We can go to therapy so we can stop our insecure thinking. I don’t know but I do know I don’t want to break up at all. I love you and I will continue to fight for us. We have time to get married so we can work on ourselves together.”

He takes a moment to just hold you and you are so thankful that you weren’t the only feeling insecure as shitty as that is. It just means you both are perfect for each other and for thinking about one another. You can both work for this and that is what you want to do because you do want to be married to him.

“You are the best thing that has happened to me. You’re the one who gets me and is patient with me. I’ll take tomorrow off so we can make up for lost time,” Toshi murmurs.

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)-

Zashi wouldn’t notice you distancing yourself at first

It would take a while but he will notice the moment you neglect him physically

Zashi is a very touchy and clingy person so he will notice the moment you avoid his touches and boy will be H U R T

He’ll force a smile and leave you be a for a bit but will 100% complain to Aizawa

After much-needed courage, he will ask you about it and he will probably cry tears of joy for you wanting to marry him and yell (by complete accident) that you don’t think you are worthy

Yamada winces once more as you attempt to scoot away slowly. He’s so grateful you actually showed up to his radio show but now that you’re here it’s like you are not. You listen to his voice and the songs he puts on with a strained smile and seem so far away.

He finally decides to just put on a mix his audience will love so he can have time to sort this out here and now. He just can’t handle it. It’s been so long since you last held his hand.

“Alright listeners! I’ll see ya in a few after this break. Enjoy these AWESOME new tunes that yours truly loves!”

He puts the music on and turns to you who is already staring at him with wary eyes. His face suddenly falls and looks like a puppy that just got kicked. Your heart is doing everything it can to not fall apart at the sight.

Slowly his hand goes to reach for yours but you are quick to move it into the safety of your lap. His eyes start to get misty and he finally snaps. “I- Um… Do you want to break up with me?” The words come out choked as he tries to keep his voice from shaking.

“What?! No!”

He’s doing the opposite of what Aizawa told him to do. He’s going in and assuming shit when Aizawa said to bring this up in calmly matter. Yamada can’t help it. He feels so torn and truly unloved right now.

“Are you sure? You haven’t held my hand for days. Days! The only time we have had our sweet cuddle sess is when you are passed out. Did I do something wrong? Did I come off as annoying? Aizawa always jokes about that but I do think that is a reason why no one wants me. I love you so much but if you want to leave me I understand,” Yamada states finally letting the tears leave him.

Your heart races at his words. Emotions are high and you give in. You give in to what you truly want. Your hand reaches for his and you grasp onto it like it is your lifeline and it is in a way. He pauses at the contact before squeezing your hand and trying to keep the way your hand feels like in his to his memory.

“Zashi no. That’s not it at all, my love. I… Just… God, I can’t do this. I don’t know how to say this because it’s so embarrassing and stupid,” You mumble.

He pulls you into his chair so he can cuddle you. Your body finally touching his makes him melt and feel like home. He lets you take a moment and for once stays absolutely quiet so you can gather your thoughts. His thumb rubs circles into your hand to encourage you to speak your thoughts.

“I love you so much. I have actually been thinking about… You know… Getting married but then I started to overthink it and can you truly be happy with just me? There are plenty of other people out there and I just don’t feel like I am enough for you,” You say finally letting out a shaky breath as well.

It takes a moment before he is laughing. The laughter takes you by surprise but not as much as the way he lets go of your hand to squeeze you in a tight hug. He wipes at his eyes.

“Was that is, my honey? I love you more than the world knows. In fact, I should announce soon that you are my world! You are more than enough. You are everything I want, I promise you! I will tell you this every day until it is engraved into your mind. So please… Don’t push me away like that again. I don’t think my soul can take it!”

He doesn’t give you much of an option to reply since he has to go back on air but he does hold you like the way you both love throughout the rest of the show, reminding you that he truly does love you.

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danddymaro · 5 years

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Sweet Melody | Kazuhira Miller x Reader

I suppose this is a follow up on the first one: [ Care ] You guys can take it or leave it really.

Summary: He sings to her a song, one of his own, one inspired by the growing feeling in his chest.

Words count: 3605

Sweet Melody

A quiet hum, which was the soft sound of the barely audible tune being played was the first thing the (h/c) haired young woman woke to that morning.

Feigning sleep, she curiously peeked through one of her (e/c) eyes, trailing it towards the source of the melodic purrs, finding herself gazing at a familiar guest.

On her search, she could only find the golden blonde haired Mother Base XO, Kazuhira Miller.

- And she probably should have known that it couldn't have been anyone else but him there so close to her, merely just enjoying his time.

He was there, casually sitting on what had become his usual seat placed right by her bedside, just inches away from her person. Currently, his head was inclined back, continuing on with the soft, unfamiliar tune, unaware of his little spectator.

There was a faint smile over him, the corners of his mouth lifted up by just a fraction as his index finger lightly tapped the chair’s arm with rhythmic movements, the action causing little to no sound.

The full image of his serene expression was lightly obscured as she could only see his side profile, and that was with a bit of struggle in itself.

She wanted to see more: to be able to admire him even more than she was already able to, but was too afraid to move more than just her curious eye, afraid that if he knew she was awake, he’d stop.

She wanted to hear more of it, so with very slow and cautious movements, she turned her head towards him rather than the ceiling, both her eyes falling onto the man’s scruffy, yet handsome face.

‘He looks so beautiful,’ She mused, the sight of him always being perfect in her eyes.

They were glued to him like bees on sweet, golden honey, taking all of him in.

And as she observed him more, she noticed him begin to move his naturally peachy pale colored lips, but rather than hear his voice ring out, soft breaths fell from between those two lovely lips.

Naturally, she assumed that the hushed sounds were the words to his little melody, and she wondered just what little song occupied his mind, and why the little thing had decided to be what he used to pass his time.

She then began to smile, a soft, closed one forming as she saw his head slightly swaying, moving from left to right with very steady movements,

‘And I thought it couldn't get any better,’ She told herself, feeling her face bloom with warmth, every other centimeter of her body following in suit as her blood was pumped with something delightfully sweet and warm.

“- What song is that?” she asked him suddenly, her voice somewhat croaky and weak, having just woken up.

She would have loved to bask in more of his sight as he enjoyed himself, but she also wanted to speak to him, share her time with him rather than just stare at him in her own silence, no matter how appealing that was on its own.

Stopping as he heard the woman’s voice, Kazuhira looked down at her with surprise, the smile he had during his performance growing gently as he watched her move comfortably, her entire body moving to lay belly down, her hands hugging the pillow beneath her head.

He found it hard not to form a smile around her, even moreso when she threw one of her own at him.

She was just happy that she was no longer strapped to anything, or in need of any heavy assistance which meant it’d only be a matter of time before she was released.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” he asked her somewhat sheepishly, his eyebrows creeping up with concern.

“- I don’t mind,” she told him, happy to have him there regardless of what situation, or time for that matter.

In just one more day she’d complete a full month of recovery, the time having flown by with him there, almost every moment of the healing process spent with the man.

Despite her unbothered response, he released a disappointed sigh, his shoulders dropping, “So I did,” he said with a short breath, shaking his head.

“I just said I didn't mind,” she assured him, her hand closest to him reaching out to touch his own which lay on the edge of the bed.

“Anyways...You’re here early,” She pointed out, moving on and hoping he didn’t sulk more, “Don’t tell me you missed me that much?” she joked with a small, teasing giggle.

Usually, she was up an hour before he would come in for his routine visit, but this time she’d woken up to him already being there.

Which was a treat, but rather strange.

“ I won’t sit here and lie to you, I did miss you, but I actually came in a little late. I felt bad about it at first, but then I walk in and find you snoring away,” He teased back.

Meanwhile, she took in the information with wide eyes, thoroughly embarrassed. She rolled back into her earlier position, her hands covering her face as she lay on her back, “Oh no... Please tell me you’re lying,” she said with a small voice.

“Oh alright,” he started, “ By a little late, I mean around an hour or so, maybe close to two,” he revealed to her.

“ I got caught up with some business I had to take care of first. My day starts pretty early after all,” he added, and as he explained that she gave a strong heave, still stuck on the part about her snoring.

“ - Am I really loud?” she asked with uncertainty after a two-minute silence.

“...If it makes you feel any better, I’m far worse. I’ve been told I sound like a barley working chainsaw,” he told her with a breathy chuckle, “I imagine you’d count as a smaller chainsaw, still as shitty though,” He added, making her whine.

“I’m so sorry,” She said in a small, uneased voice that was spoken through her two hands as they covered her face.

He shook his head, then taking his hand and letting his chin lay on it as his elbow sat on the armrest, “ ( f/n). Relax,” he said with present amusement, “ I’m just teasing you, You barely make any noise,” he told her.

“ Anyways, I hope you don’t mind me being here,” he continued on with a serious note, knowing it was strange to simply sit there while she slept.

He didn’t want to seem like some creep...

“ I still wanted to have some time to share with you, but I wasn't sure about waking you up.” He explained, having been troubled by the idea of waking her.

“I’ve been debating this whole time,” he told her.

What if she wasn’t feeling well?

What if she had suddenly gotten sick?

Sitting up she gave him a small smile, nodding, understanding his reasoning.

She yawned, a hand going up to cover over her mouth as it opened up wide, her face scrunching up as small tears bubbled at her eyes.

“Did you have trouble sleeping last night?” he asked her worriedly, his hand reaching out to slide beneath her right eye first, then left to wipe the small collection of tears there.

Touching her…

Being touched by her…

It was like breathing air. It was an unconscious action he wouldn't be able to live without after experiencing it. It had begun to be a very often occurrence, one he’d lost mind to after the first few, feeling it be second nature now.

And she didn’t seem bothered because, she had felt the same way.

Shaking her head she smiled, “ I’m just a little restless.” She told him.

“Being in bed all day and stuck here…All I do is sleep.” she told him, a blue blow of her lips being released as she hung her head slightly, “ So when the time comes for me to actually go to bed, I kind of struggle,” she told him.

The only trips she’d have were restroom breaks, which really want anything exciting. She was fine now, and she had been for the entirety of this week, the pain of before having gradually lifted off.

“Well, I'll just have to make sure to ask someone about that, alright?” he told her. “ I'm certain a bit of fresh air would do you good, Some sunlight… the light breeze…” He trailed off.

“You know,” he then added, “ We can walk around together,” he offered her. And with a single nod she agreed, “I’d love that Kaz,” she told him, suddenly sitting up straight, a look of great realization falling upon her,

“Hey!” she said with a slight pout forming, “The song... you never answered me on that,” she pointed out, and he slowly responded, “Oh well... yeah,” he spoke with notable hesitance.

“Where’s it from?” she asked him, “ It sounds pretty,” she admitted to him, making him immediately perk up.

“Really?” he said more to himself, “Well, if you must know...It��s actually something I wrote,” he told her, surprising her.

“Yo...You write music....like, songs?” she told him with intrigue.

“ I used to play too... but you know…” he trailed off, motioning to the cut-off limb with his chin, offering her a halfhearted smile. “That’s not happening any time soon....or ever again for that matter,” he said with a dry chuckle.

“I see, “ she voiced,“ I won’t lie, I would have loved to listen to you play. “ she told him, “...And joy one of your songs,” she added, all the while a lovely, little smile was drawn over her, truly having meant it.

It would have been interesting to her because she wouldn't have guessed he had played an instrument, much less had it in him to write music.

Those were things he didn’t mention.

In fact... she’d only just come to realize that the majority of the time, he was learning about her, and not the other way around. The only things he revealed about himself were scattered pieces lying in little memories he told her of, much of which was only happy times and good things.

When he did slip up and talk about something sensitive, he quickly steered it away, and admittedly, it did frustrate her.

Because she wasn't sure of his reasoning.

She wondered if perhaps he only wanted to make her smile, something he was always successful in achieving regardless of what he did.

‘ Maybe he’s just being nice,’ She told herself.

That possibility was sweet, and also likely because he really was sweet, just like a warm glob of honey.

‘Kaz... warm and kind...’

Those two words were ones she used to describe Kazuhira Miller of all people, and it was something she would have never assumed based upon their first meeting,

‘Back when he wanted me dead,’ She thought to herself with a shake to her head,

‘Is it insane to still feel that way about him?’ She wondered, questioning the likeness she had for him which hadn’t ceased in any way, and had in fact, only grown more.

They started off on the wrong foot,but even then she’d always felt something for him.

Then, even while having spent so much time with him, gradually falling deeper into those romantic sentiments, she realized that she barely knew anything about the man, atleast in regards to who he truly was.

What truly held him back? she wondered.

Was it fear?

Did he still not feel right to trust her with such things? Or was he just being protective...Just being considerate with her?

She had been almost certain he also had feelings for her, but she didn’t want to be too confident in that belief, because what if perhaps he was just being nice?

“Well…” He trailed off, “ I could sing you one of them,” He told her, sounding hesitant to make the offer, and unknown to her, his eyes trailed off from her for a moment, a bubbly, little feeling rising in the pit of his stomach as he waited for her reply.

He looked off elsewhere, first to the flooring, then off to the bed’s metal framing, and eventually coming full circle, his focus drawn back to her (e/c) colored drops.

With rounded eyes she lifted up her eyebrows high with surprise, ”Would you actually be willing to?” she asked him, looking at him with eager anticipation.

He could see a twinkle of excitement glimmering in her eyes as they looked on to him and chuckling, he nodded, “ If you’re willing to sit through it,” he told her.

Both her hands then pressed together over her chest as she repeatedly nodded , because it was an offer she just couldn't pass up.

”I have to warn you though, it’s not in English,” He told her, “It’s actually in Japanese,” he explained, making her grow more intrigued.

“- Yes please,” She encouraged him.

She’d heard him speak it before, loving the way the language rolled of his tongue. The only downside was that she couldn't understand him, but at the very least he’d been sweet enough to offer to teach her, something she was over the moon with, “Alright, Just for you,” he told her, clearing his throat with a forced cough.

And as she listened to him sing, her expression melted, along with her entire body following in suit.

But not with good settling, no.

‘Oh no...’

Rather than the sweet sound she had expected to hear, she was met with a sound that made her feel squirmy and uneasy, like the scraping of nails on chalkboard.

‘ My gosh...He’s...awful…’ she thought to herself, her hand reaching up to obscure her mouth where a small, amused twitch of her lips began to surface.

‘Really bad…’ she continued on, unable to shoo away the amusement she felt.

And she knew it wasn’t right to laugh, but she couldn't help it,

‘I think he might actually be tone-deaf....’ She mused on, watching his expression as he continued to perform. He was blissfully unaware of just how unpleasant he actually sounded, and it made it all the more entertaining.

In his mind, he wasn't even close to half bad, and only continued to grow on with more confidence as he was sure he was wooing her.

“So...what did you think?” he asked her as his smile grew, staring at her with expectancy, and she was sure that beneath the dark tinted lenses his eyes were glowing, practically sparkling.

He looked adorable...

‘So cute....’

“I like how it sounded,” she told him immediately after seeing his innocent hope.

And of course, she had spoken far before she could debate more on the matter and ultimately had downright lied to him.

Because, in all truth, he sounded like a dying cat.

Idealistically, she would have wanted to have been honest, but she couldn't bear the idea of tackling him down,

‘No... not with that sweet face,’

“I’m relieved you like it so much,” he said chuckling, feeling his face grow warm.

He had also hidden something from her, a little secret he had until then, “You know… I actually wrote that one a while ago,” He told her, and paying attention, she smiled, “ Yeah?” she asked him.

“ Yeah... about...about you,” he confessed to her, watching as her (e/c) colored eyes opened up more with surprise.

“ I know you might not understand it…” He started, “ And I suppose that was the intention because, I thought it’d be easier to show it to you that way, “ he revealed to her.

He had felt it easier to speak in his native language, a tongue he was certain she wasn’t fluent in. He’d tested the waters, deciding that if she liked it enough he’d be willing to reveal the muse to his art...

That being her.

“I-It's about me…?” she said airily, the admittance striking her fiercely, practically sucker-punching her and leaving her winded.

‘He wrote it about me,’ She thought to herself, her own face feeling warmth spread not just over her cheeks, but all over her face, a blossoming color spreading right up to the tips of her ears, giving away her delighted sentiment, and noticing the blush, he felt his courage fueled even more.

He felt it only right to continue, ‘ now or never right?’ He asked himself.

“I haven’t given it a name yet,” he revealed to her, “ So I was going to just name it after you as well…It’s kind of silly really,” he murmured towards the end.

“How many times has that already been done?” he added with notable mirth.

Sure he was trying to flatter her with the song’s title, but there was also the reality that there was no name more beautiful or fitting as hers. Nothing more could define what was practically a love poem, all in all, his confession.

Perhaps in the past, he had been quite the dog.

He’d be smoother when it came to women, practically a sneaky bastard when it came to them, but with her, he couldn’t use the same tricks. Not only did it not feel right, but admittedly, his handicap had dropped his confidence down a good amount of levels.

“It’s just that all this time we’ve spent together,” he started, “ It’s been everything to me, meaning more than you might think,“ He admitted, “ In fact, if I could, I wouldn't ever say goodbye, “ he continued on.

‘I feel like an idiot,’ He inwardly thought. ‘I sound a little too cheesy too, especially that last bit...’

“Oh Kaz…” she started, “It’s not silly at all,” she told him, truly flattered.

Heck, flattered wasn’t even a good word to describe the feeling she felt. Her heart was jumping up and down with joy that she, herself wanted to break out in exited somersaults.

“Please sing it for me again,” she told him with a hasty breath.

She couldn't understand it, but just knowing what it meant, knowing why he even made it...

As she heard the song a second time, she gazed at him, taking notice of the passionate way he carried out each verse, knowing that the energy behind his voice was stronger this time around.

She felt her heart blow up into tiny chunks by simply watching him.

Her eyes were completely glued to him, besotted with the lovely curves of his mouth, the edges on each side of it lifted up as he lightly swayed his body from side to side, investing his entire self into the rhythm.

His gloved hand then slipped over the powder green sheets, his digits creeping over hers, sliding up until his hand covered hers, fully encasing it, but not yet taking a secure hold of it,

"There's actually a final line to it…," he mentioned, his eyes skimming down to gaze at her pretty lips, watching as they parted, her tongue running over the bottom portion mindlessly, enticing him.

"What would that be?" She asked him, batting her eyes at him, her palms beginning to moisten with the anxiousness she felt, and with desperation, she lightly moved her hand to press more onto the sheet to try and lean it up..

‘Why is my heart racing so much?’ She asked herself. ‘ It’s not like we’ve never touched... it’s not like he’s never looked at me before either...

So why do I feel so... so excited?’ She wondered.

“ That would be… Aishiteru…” He said softly, his focus glued to her, his hand laying over hers, finally taking hold of it.

“ It’s the final line; something I've been meaning to say to you this whole time,” he added.

“W...What does that mean Kaz?” She asked him bashfully.

It was just a word, something she couldn’t understand, and yet she was feeling fidgety, squirmy with little delight at the way he said it.

‘ He can’t really mean…’

“ (f/n),” he started, his voice falling low.

Her breath was being held in as he leaned closer to her, his lips teasingly tickling hers with a light brush, “ Do you really want to know?” He murmured, sharing the same air she was.

It was a teasing question to ask, it being borderline cruel, because of course she wanted to know.

Airily, she answered back, “ Kaz, tell me. Please,” she urged him, her skin riddled with little goosebumps as his hand slid up her arm, gently gliding over its length before touching her jawline.

“ It means...I love you,” he revealed her, slowly melting his lips over hers, a contact that lasted for only a half a minute before he drew back, though hesitantly doing so, because he didn’t want it to end.

Still dazed as an aftermath of their kiss, (f/n) responded slowly, presently drunk on his gentle touch, her eyes peeking up at him through dark lashes and twinkling with a new light.

“I do too Kazuhira, I love you too,” she said with sincerity.

She drew towards him again, being the first to move and reach out to him, the second kiss lasting longer, both her hands on either side of his face to back up her words of proclamation.

What drew her towards him was fate, leading her heart to the right path to meet with his, together, healing one another.

- And he felt much more than a meager feeling of simplistic adoration for her, because it was so much more that.

There weren't any excuses to make, the care he had for her was evident, and now so was his love.

(灬♥ω♥灬)

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ammiiexxx · 6 years

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can u write about magnus coming back from edom and their reunion? i need some happiness in my life lmao thank u 💕

for the 100 follower special! (NOW CLOSED)

(lets pretend i did this in a timely manner oml i’m so sorry)

“Home”

The loft is dark and silent when he steps through theportal.

It’s not like he was expecting a party to be waiting for himwhen he returned, but he wasn’t sure if he expected sullen silence either. Theair compared to the flames of Edom is cold, much colder than what he was usedto. He gives a full body shiver as the portal closes behind him, robbing him ofwhatever heat was left of Edom and surrounding him in this dark, cold space.

It was a new feeling to say the least.

He takes a few heavy steps forward, out of the apothecary hehad been in when he first traveled to Edom. He pushes the curtains back,sliding open the door and looking around his loft, hoping for some sort of signthat someone was here.

But all that greets him is cold darkness.

The city lights are the only light that shines in from thelarge windows to his left. It casts a faint, dim glow throughout the space. Theonce warm tones of his décor now seem cold and detached. It looks exactly thesame as he left it and—

His footsteps stop when he notices a pair of dark bootslying next to the couch.

They aren’t tied up, in fact, the laces are completely strungout like they’ve been pushed off. The leather shines more than usual, and asMagnus lowers next to them, he notices the glint is due to demon ichor.

Magnus is quick to turn, eyes searching for the owner of theshoes. He looks to the entry, looking for a sign beyond the boots that someoneis here. There aren’t any jackets hanging up, nor are there dishes in the sink,nor books off the shelves. If Alec is here, he hasn’t been here long.

His breath hitches.

Alec.

Just the thought of Alec sends a pleasant warmth throughMagnus’ chest. There’s a bit of fear, of anxiousness at the thought of Alechere alone. He was so distraught whenMagnus had to go, had to face his father and stay in a place that Alec couldn’tpossibly reach. He had felt it too, the hurt. Had Alec resented him for it? Hisfears whisper to him in the silence.

What if Alec doesn’t want to see him.

“…gnus…”

He almost misses it, it’s so faint.

It makes his heart stutter against his ribs. It’s so faint,so soft that he’s lucky he heard it over the thick, deafening silence. It’s awhisper, in a familiar tone he knowsis Alec’s voice. He turns towards the source, putting thought into each step ashe nears his bedroom.

No…their bedroom.

It would be theirs after this. Because after this—he promisedhimself—he would never let Alec go.

As his feet carry him to the door of the bedroom, the breathleaves his lungs.

This is it.

He pushes the door aside, opening it slowly. He’s ready toface Alec, ready to fall into his arms and—

His thoughts stop.

As he opens the door fully, his heart melts.

It feels like it’s been ages since he’s seen Alec, and heswears his heart stops beating in his chest at the sight. Alec lies across thebed in exhaustion, spread out and completely encompassed by sleep. His silentsnores are the only thing that echo against the walls.

Magnus’ heart hurts. After all that time in Edom, after whatfelt like years, he returns to find his love completely exhausted against theirbed.

All he wants to do is just lay next to him and sleep awayhis worries.

But no…he owes it to Alec to be there, to greet him properlyand kiss him silly.

He walks further into the bedroom, and it’s then he noticesthat Alec still wears all of his clothes except for his shoes. There’s stilldemon ichor on his jeans and some on his jacket, but the mess is the last thingMagnus cares about. He circles the bed to see Alec clutching a pillow—his pillow—forwhat looks like dear life. His eyes are shut, dark lashes dancing across fairskin. Those dark eyebrows that are usually woven together in concern arerelaxed, much like the rest of his body.

Upon closer inspection, Magnus can see the dark bags thatrest under his eyes. His hair is a mess, sticking up at odd angles and makinghis unkempt appearance all the more apparent.

Magnus’ heart aches.

He hadn’t beensleeping.

How long, he wonders, had Alec been working for? How longhad he slept since he had left? How many restless, sleepless nights did Alecendure here, wishing that Magnus was by his side?

As the questions come to his mind, Alec stirs under him.

He lets out a muffled groan, shifting against the silksheets. Magnus stiffens as Alec’s face molds into something different, histired features flooding with sadness. His dark brows lift and his lips turninto a slight frown. His hands grip the pillow a bit tighter.

“Magnus…” hemutters out, “Please don’t go…”

It’s then that Magnus’ heart shatters.

He can’t take thisanymore.

The first touch to Alec’s skin is—dare he say—electric. Alec’sskin is warm, striking in contrast to the cold air of the loft around him. Hisfingers trail across Alec’s knobby fingers, across the planes of his arms andshoulders. Every dip, every curve and bend of muscle he remembers is stillthere, still prominent.

When Magnus’ soft touch nears his face, he pauses.

He takes a moment to appreciate Alec’s sleeping form oncemore, to take in the details before he brushes the backside of his fingersacross the planes of Alec’s cheek. The skin is rougher, coarser there, and hecan feel the stubble that grows there. He extends out his fingers, the pads ofthem now pressing into Alec’s soft skin. His thumb brushes just under Alec’sclosed eyes.

“Alexander,” hecalls out softly. “Alexander, wake up.”

His words are hesitant, but are enough to slowly coerce Alecfrom his sleep. He keeps his hand plastered to Alec’s cheek, silently brushingthe skin there. It takes a moment for the words to reach Alec’s sleeping ears,for him to register the sound and start to stir.

It’s a gravelly, broken groan that bubbles from Alec’sthroat first, a hum of exhaustion that releases through an exhale. His oncerelaxed brows furrow back together and his eyes squeeze tighter, skin crinklingat the sides. His soft, pink lips turn down in a frown as his body tenses underneathMagnus. He watches as Alec’s legs stretch out, feet wiggling a bit as he startsto stir.

“Magnus…” Alecmutters again, and it brings his attention back to Alec’s face. His eyelashesflutter delicately against his fair skin, and it’s seconds, minutes, hours laterwhen his tired hazel eyes finally drag open.

Magnus’ breath leaves his lungs.

He’ll never get over the breathtaking view of Alec’s hazeleyes. Even when he’s exhausted, when he’s angry or sad, the hues of his eyesnever grow dull. Brilliant gold mixes with hushed emerald greens, reminding himof the summers he’s seen in the countryside. Towards the pupil, his eyes cloudwith darkened brown tones, which give a familiar warmth he revels in. Itcontrasts elegantly against his lashes, bold and long and—

“Magnus?” Alecasks, though the tiredness of his voice remains apparent.

Magnus smiles down at him endearingly. “Hello Alexander,” he coos softly. “I’m home.”

Home.

It sounds welcoming, inviting, everything he wants it to be.And with Alec, it is. This is everything he wants, to come home to welcome theone he loves most. It’s everything he wants to be pulled into thatsoul-crushing hug as Alec wraps his strong arms around him, pulling him ontothe bed. It’s everything he wants: to be enraptured by Alec’s warmth like this,to hear Alec’s whispering nothings as he presses kisses to every part of Magnus’face.

Magnus smiles as Alec presses chaste, yet desperate kissesagainst his cheeks. He sighs in contentment as Alec draws him in, breathing inthe familiar scent of sandalwood before pressing a deep, passionate andfulfilling kiss to Magnus’ lips.

He’s home.

With Alec, wrapped up in each other and pressinglighthearted kisses to the other, he’s home.

#oh lord #1.4k of just fluff #my writing #100 follower special #this is so late im so sorry #anonymous #ask and you shall receive #thanks for asking!

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Anonymous said to magic-ialgirlsatan: coughs, can you do some reader/tweek fluff?

the first time tweek held your hand was purely accidental.

now its not to say he never thought about it, but he could never bring himself to.

he was afraid of what you’d say.

it was movie night at token’s place; craig, tweek, jimmy, token, and clyde ready to watch a marathon of horror movies.

then there was you, sitting squished between clyde and tweek holding a bowl of popcorn.

tweek was never fond of horror movies, blame his frail nerves.

“oh yeah! lots of guts and blood!” clyde shouted, excited as he popped the DVD in, the boys excited to watch the new horror flick.

screams, the roar of a chainsaw gutting through a helpless man, it filled in the living room. tweek hid behind the cushion he gripped on to dear life.

there was silence, the blonde peaking from behind the pillow to stare at a woman walking through a dark forest. he let out a heavy breath; maybe the worse was over.

the masked murderer revealed himself swinging his chainsaw. tweek jumped back, hands slapping over yours.

suddenly he felt his whole body go stiff as you turned to stare at the hand over yours.

all you gave was a smile and squeeze.

“it’s okay. i’m a bit scared too.” you whispered to him.

it was then, the screaming pouring from the television faded away. all those horrific noises, didn’t matter.

for the rest of the night neither hands parted.

no one ever said high school was easy.

hiding away in the boy’s locker room, tweek hid away in a corner during P.E. class.

he was tired, so so so tired.

his friends groupd began to slowly dissolve, all that is left is craig. yeah things were still awkward as the remained in this ‘on and off’ relationship.

“Tweek, you can’t just hide away.” craig’s voice rang in his ears.

“just leave me alone Craig.” he mumbled, eyes refusing to meet Craig’s brown ones.

Craig was never a person you’d want to run to comfort for. he had his moments, but today he wasn’t getting through to Tweek.

well more like this week.

“talk to me. please.” it was a plea, something tweek rarely heard from Craig.

stiil.

“go away.”

Craig headed towards the door, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. hearing his phone go off, the ravenette tapped on his phone and it was like his eyes lit up.

The locker room door closing made Tweek lift his head towards the sound. It was then the realization that even Craig can put up with him for so long, hit him. Curling further into the corner, that thump in his ears would not go away.

That soft graze on his arm made the thumping worse. jumping back, there you sat, eyes wide filled with concern.

“[y/n]?” he whispered, afraid that if he spoke your name too loud, you’d vanish.

“tweek...” you started off, eyebrows drawn down. “what’s wrong?”

once again, he reverted back into his shell.

“nothing. i just want to be left alone.”

“why? did something happen?”

“no!” tweek cried out, a tug of guilt at his chest for raising his voice at you.

“tweek... you can talk to me.” your hand rested on his arm, as if to snap the blond out of his daze.

“i don’t want to talk. i’m tired, just leave.” he mumbled, shoving his face back into his folded arms. waiting to hear your footsteps and the door swing open, tweek began to count down.

hitting 30, it was that tweek noticed you barely move.

your eyes were filled with determination, showing that you refused to leave.

“okay. fine. you don’t have to talk but—” scooting closer to tweek, you rested your cheek on his shoulder. closing your eyes, you lowered your voice to a soft whisper. “i’m not leaving you. not now. not ever.”

tweeks eyes became watery, you smiling feeling as if you reached a new level with the blonde. wrapping your arms around his frame, you curled into him, tweek for once not feeling entirely alone.

that was the first time you hugged tweek.

“man, it is just not [y/n]’s week, huh?”

craig and tweek watched from inside the coffee shop, you standing not too far from the entrance talking to someone.

your ex.

“sheesh, first they fail their presentation, then they get dumped and now this asshole wants [y/n] to get their shit and move out?”

tweek watched you the entire time, the expression on your face dropping every time your ex opened their mouth. you were on the verge of crying.

“t-that’s so fu-fucked up.” the blonde glared at his espresso in his hands, swirls of steam circling around the lid. craig took a sip of his hot chocolate, shrugging.

“we get out good days. we get our bad days. it’s part of growing up.”

“so, get-getting kick out of y-your ex’s place is a b-bad day?”

“you know what i fucking mean.” craig sneered, green eyes staring back. looking back up, you were gone, your ex rubbing the back of their neck. in the distance tweek can see your figure rapidly walking away from everything.

this was definitely not your week.

snapping back to your now empty seat, the blonde noticed that you left your bag behind. craig followed his eyes, grabbing the bag dangling from the back of the chair.

“guess they were in a hurry.”

“i d-don’t think th-they want to come b-back for it. n-not with t-their ex th-there.”

craig pondered on it for a bit, taking a deep gulp of his drink.

then

“you take it to them.”

“W-WHAT? ME?”

“yeah. i mean, [y/n] has been staying with wendy since the break-up.”

“why n-not you???”

at that question, craig couldn’t help but smile. it was smug, tweek gulping at the soft expression.

he hated when craig gave him that expression.

“don’t fuck around with me dude. you know why.”

“craig, i w-wouldn’t ask if i knew.”

setting the paper cup down and sliding it towards the window, craig rested his arms on the wooden table. tweek observed, his nails picking on the peeling edge of his cup.

“for awhile, i was super jealous of [y/n]. you and me talked, but never really talked.” sighing, the ravenette ran his fingers along the surface of the table. “i guess that’s why we didn’t last long after junior year. you connected more with them, than you and i could ever.”

tweek stayed silent, the words settling in his head. there was a connection, he couldn’t deny. it ran deep, and confused the ever loving fuck out of tweek. he had a boyfriend, and yet he’d rather find himself sitting next to you talking about how shitty it is that they repeat the same songs on the radio, or how for once he’d love to see green instead of white snow.

that he would rather feel your fingers curl around his, listening to you hum to your favorite songs.

“[y/n] has been there longer than i have.” your bag was shoved towards his direction, for the first time tweek seeing genuine emotion in those usually detached brown eyes. “so for once, why not be there for them?”

it was the first that craig and tweek can agree to something wholeheartedly, with no ounce of hesitation or regret.

three knocks and there you stood, blinking in confusion.

tweek rubbed the back of his neck, nervous but determined to push forward. your eyes trailed to the item hanging from his hands.

“i left my bag, didn’t i.” you slapped your palm towards your face, cheeks darkening in embarrassment.

“y-yeah. thought i’d c-come and b-bring it to you.”

you looked exhausted, redness around the rims of your watery eyes. giving a subtle sigh, you couldn’t help but smile at the blonde’s thoughtfulness.

stepping to the side, you allowed him to enter in the apartment.

tweek rubbed his arms, nervousness nipping at the back of his mind. he noticed how dark it was, the only light coming from the glow of the television.

“sorry for the mess.” you muttered, moving the take-out boxes and tossing your bag on the counter. “been a long week.”

“y-yeah... thought i’d give you some company.”

you both remained silent, finding yourself back on the sofa. tweek followed, watching as you clicked on the remote to resume whatever you were watching. shuffling under the blanket, you found yourself leaning up against him.

“stranger th-things? th-thought you already finished?”

“felt like watching both seasons again.”

another silence stretched, tweek feeling as if he should say something. he should say something, right? isnt that what you always did?

yet you remained calm in this moment, almost curled up beside him with your cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“u-uhm.. s-so i wa-wanted to ask how y-you were?”

the noises on the television faded away, your eyes directly on him. watching as he struggled to find the right words, tweek continued on gurgling out words, warmth spreading over his cheeks.

he honestly didn’t understand how you made it so easy.

“tweek.” your fingers curled around his, the nervousness washing away at the soothing sound of your calm voice. “it’s okay.”

“i-i don’t get it. you make it so easy, i-i just want to make you feel better.”

“you already have by being here.” giving a slight nod, you smiled. once again resting against his shoulder, tweek couldn’t help but wrap his arm around your frame. “thank you.”

it was there that moment where tweek took the first step.

it was there, that tweek first kissed you.

soft and gentle, but full of emotion. just like the blonde.

you couldn’t help but smile the entire time, savoring the moment so you cherish it. his hands brushed back your hair, returning that smile and those dark clouds that were always in view suddenly vanished.

suddenly it felt as if you both were nine years old, watching a horror movie at token’s. hand in hand, nothing mattered as you both sat next to each other, relishing the moment.

the television droned on, warm fleece blanket wrapped snuggly around two bodies, and that quiet but comfortable silence.

no words exchanged.

just bliss.

#fic #sp #sp: tweek #SURPRISE!#i have more stuff on the way

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