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「Attractive things BNHA Boys do」

⤷ Bakugou he grabs your jaw when he wants you to look at him. something about you not looking at him when he’s talking irritates him, especially if it’s something serious or important; then he just grabs your jaw with his hand and looks you straight in the eye, saying something like “look at me.” with a low voice. his warm breath against your skin; making you shiver.

⤷ Deku he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead; giving you a flash of his abdomen underneath. it’s something you’ve seen countless times before, but you can’t help but look at it every time. it’s fun for him, who happens to get you every time; he just smirks when he looks at you.

⤷ Kirishima

it’s when he unbuttons the first two buttons on his button-down shirt and also the way he wears a thin chain that looks so good on him. at first he didn’t understand the effect this had on you until one day he caught your lingering gazes directed at his chest, and honestly, he’s not complaining at all.

⤷ Todoroki

he asks for consent whenever he’s not sure, because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. there are times when he really wants to kiss and touch you, but he feels it would be rude of him to do that without knowing if you wanted to. that’s why he asks “can i kiss you?” there’s just something appealing and genuine about him mumbling those words as he leans closer to you.

⤷ Denki

it’s strangely endearing when he casually mumbles and shakes his head to not-so-innocent songs. and feeling your eyes on him, he looks straight at you when the lyrics are specifically suggestive, his mouth singing softly before a gleeful smile plays on his lips at your reaction.

⤷ Tamaki

the way he leans in closer to hear what you’re saying, especially when you’re in a loud area. maybe it’s the proximity and the feel of his warm breath on your skin, or the way he casually leans in even further to quietly talk in your ears, but it never fails to make your heart beat faster. and when he notices that you’re flustered, it makes him a little flustered too as he sheepishly lets out a small laugh and looks at you with that amused and goofy half-grin.

⤷ Shinsou

he tucks your hair behind your ear. sometimes, when you’re talking, he’s so focused on watching your facial expressions; he thinks the different little expressions you make when telling a story are endearing and cute. he immediately notices the strand of hair that has fallen out of place and leans close to you to tuck it gently behind your ear, then slips back into place with a soft smile on his face.

⤷ Aizawa

the way he holds his tie between his teeth while collecting his hair. at first, he thinks nothing of it until he catches your eyes, and he just smiles to himself; a shy but tempting half smile on his face as he ties his hair, and when he’s done, he looks at you as if to say i saw that.

⤷ Hawks

he wears his sweatpants dangerously low on his hips and, shirtless, he walks around like he’s the hottest man alive. he likes to put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants as he walks around the house. he also likes to fold his arms when leaning against the doorjamb; watching you with a smile on his lips.

⤷ Dabi

it’s the way he helps you put on a necklace; you take the two ends of the necklace, touching his fingers in the process. his breath against your neck as he takes a little too long to put on the necklace makes your body shiver. he kisses you softly down your neck to your shoulder before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him.

⤷ Shigaraki

he uses his phone, sitting down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, elbows resting on his thighs. when you come into the bedroom, his attention quietly diverts from the mindless scrolling to you, his soft and almost-lazy gaze following your movements while you take whatever you need from the room and make your way out the door.

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School and finals were happening so I finished this several weeks late to the redraw trend but it's alright at least they're real now🥲

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another random blurb and idk if bakugou is ooc. but i wrote it so whatever

while in a relationship with bakugou, i wholeheartedly believe that he will never let you do anything. and i mean ANYTHING—by yourself. your hair? nope. chores? nope. making groceries? HELL no. i feel like his reason for this would be, “why the hell do you have to do it if i’m here? ‘s fucking pointless.”

like he doesn’t do everything to the point where it’s overbearing or where you neglect your responsibilities because he know that would piss you off, but to the point where it’s super flattering. mitsuki always raised him to be such a gentleman, and maybe he took that to heart.

you could recall one situation where you were carrying a whole bunch of bags because you had been on a shopping spree. hours had went by, your legs were aching and your head was pounding. your eyes started to feel heavier and heavier. you tried your best to keep your composure all the way to the car because you didn’t want to worry katsuki. god forbid that you’d worry him because he can worry too much sometimes. fortunately, he’d took notice of this behavior.

“here. let me carry it.” he took a multitude of the bags out of your hands. the weight that had been on your forearms had been lifted. your arms could finally breathe. you let out a huge sigh of relief.

later that night, he'd knew how tired you were, so he ran you a bath and put all of your favorite scents and oils inside of it. to help with your aching legs and terrible headache.

"katsuki, you don't have to do this." you leaned up against the doorframe. he'd stood up from the bathtub and crossed his arms as he faced towards you. his eyes piercing into your soul. you’d actually been feeling slightly better and could do this by yourself. probably a lot slower, but it was possible.

“well, i’m fuckin’ doin it.” he walks up to you and he grabs your arms. “i love you too much not to.” he places a kiss upon your forehead and strolls pass you.

The birth of the Dawn and the Dusk

synopsis: You planned your husband’s birthday months ago and even so something happens to not go according to the script.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons Rufus and Lucas, Alberich family (Kaeya, his wife and daughter Callie), Adelinde

tw: established relatioships, domestic moment, pregnancy stuff, fluff, a little bit hurt/comfort

word count: 10.8k+ words

author’s note: so late for my man’s birthday,,, But I am happy this one is finally out! Also there is a surprise at the end of the fic~ Hope you’ll enjoy everything!!!

Family AU masterlist

You feel so tired. Body aches and eyes hurt - you barely managed to fall asleep tonight, keeping your husband awake too to coax you into a state of slumber. This also added emotional stress, the clawing guilt for depriving him of sleep right before such a meaningful and happy day, but the man kept lovingly reassuring you that he didn’t mind and would support and comfort you always, especially now, when you are so vulnerable, just days away from welcoming your baby into this world.

Diluc was nothing but a saint throughout both of your pregnancies. However, while the first one was challenging for him too, because he was worried about the new role he’d have to fulfill and if he’d do it successfully, this one was easier on his end, so he channeled all his energy to you, being there for every step and every time you got overwhelmed, which, at first, happened way too often. Your other two kids used to be all over you asking questions about their unborn sibling, and while you love your angels to death, you truly do, - your hormones and their vigor sometimes created a bad mix. Luckily, it quickly got better, because Diluc took his time to explain to your boys why their mommy might be emotional or look really really tired, and that she isn’t upset with them and they need to be more careful around her. After that, the three of them became your anchor, with boys cuddling to you quietly to soothe and console you every opportunity they had, and Diluc arranging everything for your utmost comfort.

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Kuroo Tetsurou knows how to tie a tie. He wore one every day of high school, after all. It's not a difficult skill to master. Truthfully, he could probably do it in his sleep.

But, all those years ago, you offered so sweetly. It wasn't hard for him to say, sheepishly, "Sure. I'm not too good with these things."

Ever since, it's one of the most cherished parts of his morning routine. He watches as you hold up random ties from his collection, eying them thoughtfully before making your selection. You stand so close to him, your gentle fingers turning up his collar and looping the tie around his neck. He can smell your shampoo, feel the warmth of your skin. Your fingertips brush the sensitive skin of his neck as you make the knot, sending tiny thrills of electricity through him each time.

"There," You always say as you smooth his collar down, "Perfect." You give the knot one final tug, and it's a familiar signal. He closes the gap, pressing a kiss to your lips as you finally let go of the tie.

"Thanks, babe," He always murmurs against your lips before he pulls away.

You always grin. "Have a good day, today."

He thinks he's done well, all these years, hiding the truth from you. His one harmless fib.

It's his cousin's wedding. He's surprised to learn how many of the groomsmen really don't know how to tie a tie. He's going around the room, tying one tie after another, when he hears a familiar voice just inside the door. Freezing halfway though the final one, he slowly turns, caught in the act. You're crossing the room before he can even begin to feel foolish.

"I always knew, you know," You say simply, a teasing smile making your eyes dance. You tug the tie draped loosely around his own neck, the one he'd been saving for last. "Need a little help with that?"

As you carefully tie the tie for him, then tug him down for a sweet kiss, he thinks he might be falling in love with you all over again.

(part 2)

burnt out

xiao, kazuha x gn!reader (separately)

okokok im back and have another idea :)

synopsis: how they react to you falling asleep at your desk from overworking yourself from school/college/overtime at work.

warnings: none. maybe not perfect grammar bc it's 5am and I just woken up when i wrote this. buuuut besides that...

genre: it's just your average fluff/comfort junk :)

a/n: i haven't written anything in so long bc i myself was burnt out so you could call this a bit self indulgent ehe. im also more than willing to do a pt 2 w/ different characters wink wink

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it was getting quite late and you were really tired. the sun had set hours ago but you really need to get this work done as soon as you could.

before you know it you slowly start to hunch over your desk more and more, so slowly start to fade in and out of sleep. you try to shake your head to keep yourself awake but it was pointless.

xiao

xiao will stop in every night just because he knows you've been overworking yourself too much recently. tonight was no different of course.

he walks into your bedroom just too see you hunched over all your papers nearly fully passed out. he scoffs at this.

"y/n..." he walks up to you. "y/n. if you're going to sleep, use the bed right next to you. this can't be comfortable." he spoke softly hoping to not startle you.

you slowly drift back into consciousness. "huh?" you heard xiao but nothing fully registered of what he said yet. you rub your eyes and you feel someone's hand on your back. "xiao?" you whispered. "yes." he replied. you are fully sat up and still a little confused from you desk nap "what are you doing here?" you said as you turn and look up at him. "you worked yourself to sleep." he tries to get you up and leads you to bed but you stop him half way. "but xiao I really need to get this work done-" he cuts you off by him dropping his head a little and sighing.

"don't you think you need some rest, y/n?" he looked back at you. "but my work..." you barely were able to properly speak because you were so exhausted. "it can wait. you need rest" he said as he guides you to your bed. you didn't bother fo refuse because you knew it was pointless. you were way too tired, as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out. xiao decided to stay the night with you to make sure you slept well.

kazuha

he knows you've been working on this project that's had you tied down to one city. you insisted on him to keep up with his travels but something was stopping him. he knows you too well.

kazuha walks into your shared room from a day wondering around the city and no suprise he sees you at your desk passed out. he quietly laughs to myself and sighed. "you know y/n, you can't keep doing this to yourself" he said as he walks over to you with no real intention of waking you up.

he lifts your head up and grabs your legs to carry you to your bed. he gently lays you down and puts the blankets on you. this wakes you up. "oh my apologies. I didn't mean to wake you." kazuha said in softened tone. "kazuha.."

kazuha hushed you with a gentle kiss. "get some rest my love. you can work in the morning." he smiled. with his reinsurance you fell back into slumber.

Five More Minutes

Summary: Mornings are a pain, aren't they? So let Alhaitham hold you for just five more minutes, won't you? Word Count: 1.3k Tags: Fluff, Slight Crack, Established relationship (reader x husband!alhaitham), very slight spoilers for the archon quest + his story quest A/N: i can't get alhaitham out of my brain honestly

“Haitham, habibi, let go…”

“Mmnh… Not yet…”

“The sun’s already up. I’ll be late if you don’t let me go, Haitham…” 

There’s no life to your words; anyone would be just as unenthused about having to go to work. You're not a stranger to the way you just want to melt back into the bed and ignore your responsibilities, especially when you had work and he, didn't.

Though, it seems like he's upset about that fact, too. Your weak complaints barely even make it into Alhaitham's ears with how tightly he’s hugging you against him. They're muffled against the flesh of his skin as he holds you like one would a beloved stuffed toy. Either he's sleeping deeply, or he's outright ignoring you in favour of holding you a little while longer.

With his arm acting as your pillow and your legs tangled beneath the sheets, you’ve honestly never felt more comfortable in your life. The air was light and cool, and the silk sheets felt heavenly on your skin. Truthfully, you still weren’t too sure if you were awake or if this was all just a dream. It’s been rather disorienting after the truth of the use of the Akasha terminals had come to light. 

Eyes still bleary with sleep, you struggle to catch a glimpse of your lover past the shadows of the muscles that were caging you in. All you manage to catch is the way that the sunlight was filtering through your windows. Past your curtains and into the room, they bathe your shared bedroom in a soft morning glow. You can’t see it, but you can feel the rays that lap at your skin and his, mimicking the warmth of melted butter and lightly toasted marshmallows and everything good and well in this world. 

“Five more…” you hear him mumble, arms tightening around you as he pulls you even closer towards him. The smell of his body wash is nothing short of home. “God, just five more minutes…”

It didn’t sound like he was talking to you. His eyes were barely even open. A clingy Alhaitham was something you hadn’t expected when you had first begun dating, but you weren’t about to complain. It was endearing. Sweet. If you didn’t have work, you’d melt back into his embrace and mould yourself against him in an instant. 

“I have work, Haitham.”

“So?”

Spoken like a true linguist.

“Not all of us can escape it as easily as you can,” you mumble, trying to fight him off amidst the haze of your mind.

It’s a pathetic attempt. Between your heavy limbs and your desire to stay in for just a little while longer, all you manage to do is run a palm across his broad shoulders, lightly patting at his biceps in hopes that he did the work instead of poor, sleepy you. He doesn’t. He cages you in and locks you down. Alhaitham does shift, but only to roll on top of you. To trap you underneath him, pinning you down with his weight. 

As much as you like to complain, the weight of him is more of a comfort than a hindrance.

“Don’t go in,” he mumbles, lips moving against the pulse of your neck as he inhales deeply. The hair on your skin stands, and you squirm at the brush of air against the slope of your neck. “They haven’t accepted my resignation yet, have they? Tell them I allowed it.”

That makes you laugh a little. You can even feel a corner of his lip quirk up when you do.

“Are you abusing your authority?”

“If Azar could do it, why can’t I?” He says, always quick with his words. They’re raspy and soft in your ear, filled with unadulterated affection. He noses into your neck. “It’s not like I’m trying to build a God.”

“Yeah, you’re trying to flatten me instead.”

You hear him grumble atop you. “No I’m not.”

Resigned to your fate, you stay still for a while more, content to be drifting in and out of consciousness. There wasn’t much to do today, anyway. Coming in a little later than usual would be fine. If your hard-working lover wanted five more minutes, who were you not to give him that temporary period of peace?

You’re not sure how long you’ve been laying there, but eventually, you hear Alhaitham’s breathing start to even out.

So you nudge him.

“What?” He grumbles, voice laced with sleep. Almost like a disgruntled child, Alhaitham buries his face deeper against you as you tap his arm weakly once more. 

“I’m serious. I need to go to work. It's been five minutes.”

“No.”

“Haitham.”

“I’ll cover for you.” You can hear his hand patting around the bed, searching yours out, interlinking your fingers when he’s successful. His lips brush over your collarbone as they begin peppering sloppy kisses against the exposed skin, clustering them over one spot. “Won’t get you in trouble. Promise.”

He squeezes your hand, lifting his head just enough to catch your eye.

“Stay in with me for the day?”

Well... He asked really nicely.

Arms moving to wrap around his back, it’s your turn to pull him close before sleep could whisk you away once more. 

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The house is flooded with the aroma of spices, simmering meat, and caramelised onions. 

You wake to an empty bed, the sun high up in the sky. Whatever warmth that once lingered on the other side of the bed was now gone; replaced. You’d never understand how he always manages to get out of the most convoluted positions without waking you up in the process. 

“Haitham?” You call out. His earpieces are still on the bedside table and the curtains were still drawn. You can hear the stove turn off, just rooms away from you. Just barely, there’s the sound of utensils being set down and crockery being moved. 

Rubbing your eyes as you slip out of bed, you stumble out of the bedroom. Sleep still beckons you into her loving embrace, but you fight against it to find your husband in the kitchen.

“Habibti,” you hear him greet just somewhere in front of you, as you bumble your way towards him. It smelled delicious. A few dishes are already set on the dining table.

“Careful,” he whispers, pulling, and tucking you into his chest. Soaking in his warmth feels like being set in an oven, a non-existent timer ticking down to the second you’d inevitably have to part. Until then, you live in the moment and enjoy what life has to offer. What Haitham has to offer. 

And he has so much.

Little symbols are traced into your back, letters spelling words in different languages that you’ve learnt were variations of mine, mine, mine. 

“Don’t go falling back asleep on me now,” he croons, lightly poking you when he notices your eyes starting to droop. “It’s almost one in the afternoon.”

Had you slept for that long? 

His fingers pause.

“Love?”

“Hmm?”

“Why aren’t you at work?”

“You told me to stay in with you,” you mumble, reluctantly pulling away to look up at him. Messy grey bangs frame his face, and you brush them aside. 

His eyes twinkle with affection; and mirth. 

“Hm. Did I?”

It takes a while for his words to settle in, but when they do, panic seizes your chest upon the thought that you might have really dreamt that up. You jerk away from him, adrenaline thrumming through your veins as you grip his arms. 

The facade breaks. His lips curl up.

Alhaitham laughs at your expression, squeezing your side and pulling you in despite your silent protests to press his lips to the crown of your head. “I’m kidding. I had a letter sent in just now.” 

You smack his arm. “It’s not funny!”

“It’s pretty funny,” he pecks your temple. “Brush your teeth and join me for lunch. I made your favourites.”

A/N: i don't think its possible for me to ever shut up about alhaitham anymore

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