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Golden Years . 1

In walked luck (chapter one) [5.3wc]

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Sova had little off time. Not because Brimstone was on his ass all the time or because he was forced to have long mission after long mission. If you were to ask him why, he’d tell you he was dedicated to helping others and doing his job to the fullest. Anyone else would tell you he’s a workaholic who doesn’t know what breaks are. 

Mention that to him and he’ll deny it profusely, pointing to the two, maybe three whole times he’s gone out with the other agents. He’s not one to decline an invitation, after all. Even so, his off time is so rarely overlapping with the other agents’ breaks that he hardly gets those invitations. 

Mostly because Sova doesn’t often accept the free days Brimstone offers, only taking the time off when he deems enough agents are fulfilling the missions in a satisfactory time and manner. Of course, ‘enough,’ in his eyes, implies nearly everyone in the protocol working to maximum efficiency. 

Once in a blue moon, he gets off time with no reports to review or extra research to busy himself with. This was one of those times. He really didn’t have any plans, and he’s stuck in his room wondering what he’s even supposed to do. Passing time isn’t even close to being his specialty, so he takes to what Jett or Phoenix would always suggest: to go downtown and enjoy the different shops and scenery. 

He really does think it was good for him to get out as well. He used to love going into town when he was younger, window shopping and people watching. 

Though, his momentary excitement is quickly mixed with hesitance. Hardly ever experiencing the feeling, Sova keeps in his room for a good half hour, trying to make sure he looks fine, swapping shirts every two minutes after looking in the mirror. 

At last, he sighs at his own thoughts and settles on what he feels the most comfortable in: a tight black turtleneck barely visible except for the stripe that’s exposed down the middle of his torso by the fluffy coat he wore over it. Out of habit, he tucks everything he could possibly need in a mission into his inner coat pockets: a pen and pad of paper (in case he finds any information from the mirror agents), a small handgun (which he isn’t completely sure of its legality), and his protocol assigned phone (should anyone need him while he’s out). He’d bring a personal phone, too, if he had one, but he never found a need for it.

Three steps out of his room and he realises he forgot the basics. Sova took everything he’d need if he was some undercover agent, but nothing for a nice day out downtown. He quietly sighs and laughs at himself, a small huff through his nose. He backtracks to his room and takes his wallet and keychain. Which, for the record, only holds one key on the small ring, and it’s to start the ignition on his car. Also protocol assigned.

After a double check of everything he’s taking with him, he slides into the driver’s seat for the first time in a while. His grip on the steering wheel is a bit too harsh as he drives, but he hardly notices until he parks on the side of the road downtown and finds how cramped his fingers feel, stretching them briefly. 

Sova wanders, only a tiny bit out of place at first before finding his pace. It’s not the major part of downtown just yet, closer to the snug side at the outskirts of the main attractions of the city. Every few shops, a decoration or trinket catches his eye, and he pushes the mostly glass door open as a small bell chimes his entry. He finds himself a little disappointed with most of the shops he visits, finding that the products inside hardly match up with the eye catchers set up in the displays. 

The eventual cosy bookshop comes along, and, of course, he has to enter. He scans the titles and designs on the book spines. He finds one that takes his interest, pulling it out from the top. Caught up in the summary of the book and readthrough of the first page, he doesn’t bother to realise the other customer beside him. 

You don’t notice him, either, and you bump into his side. He glances at you as you look up at him with an embarrassed panic in your eyes, the apologetic softness far clearer as you adjust your glasses so the frames don’t block your vision.

“‘M so sorry! I got so distracted, I didn’t even see you,” you apologise.

You peek at the book the Sova is holding and your eyes brighten. 

“That’s a great book! I’d recommend it any day. The characters are so well written, and the story is masterfully crafted. All of the ideas are so interesting to think about, even after you finish the book,” you rant, eyes gleaming as you recall the story. 

Enjoying your analysis of the book, he nods along as you speak. When he’s sure you’re done speaking, he agrees. “This author has good writing. Though, I’ll say the originals are better than the translated versions.”

You probably could’ve guessed by his accent, but the confirmation puts stars in your eyes. “Russian is such a nice language! I found the author by my grandfather when we would visit him.”

“Your heritage comes from Russia?” 

You nod. “I think my mother was also from Russia, but my father definitely was. We would go visit his family for months at a time and stay at my grandfather’s cabin for a few months at a time,” you explain. “The woods that it was in was remote, but that made it even better. What about you? How long were you in Russia before you moved here?”

Sova smiles a little. “I have much to say, and I’d like to hear what you’ve to say as well, but this may not be the place,” he adds lightheartedly.

Conflicted by embarrassment and excitement, you end up sending an awkward smile. “Right, I forgot about the whole bookstore thing. Uh, I know a nice café not too far from here, if that’s okay with you?”

He smiles kindly and gives you a nod of affirmation. “That sounds perfect.”

You lead the way, only a half step in front of him.

“Thank you, by the way,” you mention, nearly bouncing with every step.

“How come?” he asks, and if you were to turn around, you’d catch a confused glance.

“Just for letting me take some of your time.”

And then you would see a look of understanding and appreciation.

As you push open the door, Sova hums in agreement. “I could say the same to you,” he starts, but pauses as the two of you step up to the counter and order. 

You order first, giving Sova time to look over the menu. After choosing a drink you know you’ll like, you step to the side a bit so Sova can centre himself in front of the cashier a little better. A black coffee with a hint of sugar and cream, a drink you decide is fitting for the man.

He reaches into his coat for his wallet, but you beat him to it and hand the cashier your card, paying for the whole order with a tiny smug smile. As the cashier hands you your card back, they ask you for a name. It serves as a slightly embarrassing reminder for the both of you. You tell them your name then head off to a table to wait.

“So… Yeah, my name,” you chuckle.

He repeats your name, and you nod in confirmation. “I’m usually not so engrossed in a conversation as to forget introductions,” he apologises, but it serves as a natural compliment. He doesn’t have time to think, letting his instinct roll the name off his tongue. "Alexander.” 

“Nice to officially meet you, Alexander.” 

It’s been a good while since he’s heard his own name, even in his own voice. It’s quite nice, he thinks. Not that he could ever hear his name from the other agents properly, knowing it wouldn’t feel the same. But this way? It’s refreshing, he thinks. Something new and something good.

“Then, what were you on about?” you ask.

“Ah, right. I meant to say that I’m also thankful that you allow me to take some of your time to speak with me. I don’t often get to do so,” he replies.

“Me too!” you agree enthusiastically, to which Sova huffs slightly out of amusement and fondness of your eagerness. “It’s always small talk and polite questions that people really don’t care about your answer to.”

Alexander can’t relate per se, but he nods along, understanding the frustrations nonetheless. From the way that he’s lived, he’s hardly ever had to deal with such pointless pleasantries, but he has no problem finding the annoyances in them. 

When your name is called, you excuse yourself quickly and grab both of your drinks. You place his cup of coffee in front of him, letting the edge of the cup drag just a little on the table.

“Thank you.” He takes a small sip of the drink, steam tickling his face. 

“No problem,” you reply, sliding into your seat. 

“Are you much of an avid reader, then?” he asks.

“Ehh… Not really,” you admit. “I really enjoy reading, but it’s not the first thing I think of to pass the time. I read a book maybe every month or so. Are you?”

“I also enjoy reading, but I hardly have the time to, really.”

“Work?” you guess.

He nods. “I have a few spare hours of my day, but it seems I’ve been lacking reading material. Should you have any suggestions, I’ll gladly take them.”

You glow at the request. “I’ve got tons! What type of books do you like? I read all sorts, I’m sure I have some good ones I can suggest. Plus,” you add with a shy smile, “It’ll be nice to have someone to talk to about some books I really like.”

Sasha rather likes the subconscious thought and implication of talking more. He also realises he doesn’t have any clue of his preferences of genre.

While he takes a moment to come up with how to describe what he likes in a book, you take a few sips of your drink and prepare a few books as recommendations prematurely. Your glasses blur slightly, and you let them defog slowly as you set your drink back down.

“I must say I’m a fan of historical fiction,” he starts. “And though it’s rather embarrassing, I do enjoy a sad novel or romance,” he admits, averting his eyes with a small smile pulling across his lips. 

A smile of your own forms on your face, too. “I’ve got just the books for you,” you say, excitement lining your words. “Do you, uh,” you sputter, trying to find the right words. “We could exchange numbers?” you suggest, rather than asking directly. 

Sova makes an airy groaning noise from his throat, wincing as he realises the implications almost immediately. He sees you awkwardly looking down at your cup, shame and embarrassment spreading across your face, wishing your glasses would fog right back up again so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

“Ah, no,” he quickly tries to take it all back. “It’s not like that, I apologise for the reaction. I’d truly love to speak with you more, and exchanging numbers sounds wonderful. I didn’t mean to imply anything else.”

In your reluctant half smile, eager to forgive but doubt pushing the belief back, it’s clear that you’re still on the verge of dying of embarrassment. But he’s got such an intense gaze when you shift your eyes from your lap to his eyes. It’s a genuine look that’s lined with panic---or maybe it’s desperation---and your heart is swayed almost immediately. Pushing up your glasses to rid the frames from the centre of your vision, you sit up a little more and find that you can’t help but trust him.

It shows in your quick nods and small hum. “Right, thank you.”

You thank him so much, he thinks. Confused, he asks, “For what?” 

“Just… The communication. It’s really nice.”

And then he realises that you thank him so much because he acts just as he does; a normal person showing respect and politeness for others. And, he thinks, you must have never been given the respect and care that seems so basic to him. 

To you, though, most people aren’t like this. Their respect doesn’t span that far, their own anxieties or ego preventing them from taking the extra step that he does. A step that most people don't even think about taking. He’s much more thoughtful than he gives himself credit for.

Maybe it’s a mix of both truths that makes a moment where you both look at each other and understand just a little more about one another. 

“Of communication,” he starts, breaking the calm silence, “I haven’t a personal phone, is all. I didn’t mean to come across as rude.”

It takes you by surprise. “No personal phone?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve never had a need for one. Business communication is all I’ve needed.”

“Really? I’m… I’m sorry,” you say, quickly catching on to what it means. No family, no friends outside work, no one even to keep up with on a surface level through social media. 

“Don’t be. I’m very glad you’d like to continue to speak with me, that’s plenty. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to take your phone number and contact you once I’ve a personal phone. I might as well get one now that I’ve a purpose for it.”

Your shoulders drop in shock, and you laugh nervously. “Nice one,” you deflect, not wanting to encourage him to blow his money like that.

He shakes his head. “No jokes to be had here.”

You fumble over your words in disbelief. “Oh my stars, you can’t just get a phone for--- you’re not really considering that?” 

But he’s already decided. “I’ve plenty saved up, and I haven’t anything else to use my money on. To be completely honest, I’m not sure if I’ve made a personal purchase for several years.”

It’s clear you’re still very cautious of letting him go on and just buy a phone like that, but he reassures you. 

“This wouldn’t put me back in any way, and I’d really like to do so. Allow me to indulge myself, yes?”

“Then… Okay,” you give in, partially truly accepting his explanation but mostly simply excited to continue speaking with him. “What do you even do for a living? Some hitman job?” you joke.

He goes along with it. “Right on spot, have you ever heard of Franz Ferdinand?” he chuckles, happy to see the goofy smile he brings to your face. 

Typically, he wouldn’t mind talking a little more about his job. It’s not exactly secret; so long as he’s not giving out information that could compromise anything to anyone who can’t be trusted, there’s not much to hide. To a civilian, it may be something to be ashamed of, but he has no troubles in finding himself content with his performance in work. But you don’t push it, the question only being half serious to begin with. He’d explain it all to you if you asked though, he tells himself. He’s an honest man.

He pulls his pen and notepad from his inner coat pocket. It’s funny, he thinks. His possessions have all revolved around work until now, and he’s not even been aware of it until now.

When you pass back the notepad and pen, he scans the written numbers, a subconscious attempt to put them to memory. He tucks it back into his pocket after a moment, taking the silence to shoot back the question at you. 

“And what is it that you do?”

“For a living? It’s nothing special, I just work as a secretary. It’s really not the worst, but it’s very repetitive. And, to be honest, most of the people I have to deal with are completely egotistical and entitled.” You sigh just thinking about them.

“It sounds draining nonetheless.”

“It really is,” you huff. “But it gets me by, so I can’t complain. Either way, I’m glad that I get to have some proper human interaction for the first time in a while.” You smile at him. “Thank you for that.”

“I have done nothing worthy of your thanks, I may even be selfish as to take your time like this for my own enjoyment and desires.”

You huff, half defeated, half flattered. “Alright, smoothtalker. If you say so.”

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He has no clue what he’s doing with his phone. Typically, he would look for information on all the possible options on products, but after looking over the brief components of different phones and how they affect the overall productivity, he finds he doesn’t really need an absurd amount of storage or a high quality camera that companies tend to advertise. Rather, he spent more time looking into what he thought would impact his use more.

Texting, audio, and microphone quality were the biggest priority to him. 

There are tens of features that the phone pushes in his face when he first boots it up. He isn’t the best with technology, but who could say that they’re good with it when Killjoy and Cypher are around? Still, he’s logical enough to quickly figure it all out. 

He skips past most of the features, very aware that most of them are unneeded and a little too personal for what he’s using the phone for. Instead, he ignores all the prompts to set up the Wallet or Health apps and navigates to the messaging service. 

Holding his pad of paper in front of him, he punches your number in. He completes the contact information and hesitates, thumb hovering back and forth over the two buttons: Call and Message. 

The only communication he’s given or received has been through 10 page reports, briefings in hour long meetings, callouts directly in his ear, or cryptic 5 word messages. And, quite frankly, he’d like to send none of the above. 

After another moment of contemplation, he decides that a message will work better in case you’re busy at the moment. It is getting late, after all, midnight just a couple hours away. 

He settles on a small opening message, slightly awkward but working as an easy introduction. You respond quickly, your text exuding much more confidence than his, and it makes it a lot easier for him. With the ripples of awkwardness smoothed out, conversation flows easily. 

He’s a little slow at typing, especially compared to you, but you assure him fast typing comes with the job of a secretary. And that includes texting, finding it useful to respond to emails even off the clock, spreading the work to make life a little easier. 

He does the same, he says, oblivious to his own tendencies to overwork himself and passing it off as a load off his shoulders. But he talks about how he prefers working a little bit throughout the days and weeks. 

You don’t know much about him, but the way he describes his work as consisting of hours of preparation just to start the work itself, you have a feeling that your ideas of “a little bit” are vastly different. 

After half an hour of messaging, he’s eased up tenfold. As a brief lull takes hold of the conversation. Then, a proposition from him: ‘Would you like to call?'

And you accept, letting him sigh away a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. 

He initiates the call, and you pick up nearly immediately.

"Hello?" your voice comes through, a tiny uncertainty in your voice, which quickly turns into excitement when he greets you back. "It's nice to hear your voice again!"

"I share the sentiment," he replies. "With any luck, I hope next time it won't be through a phone." 

"Oh! Speaking of, I was going to ask you when your next free day was. I know you mentioned that they don't come often, and I'm sure you're not sure exactly when your days off are, but I was just curious if you knew?"

"I've got the next few days off, actually," he responds. "I'm free the next 3 days."

Sasha can hear the faintest of excited squeaks. "Okay! Okay. Uhm, how's your energy bar for going out and doing things?" you ask. 

A tiny smile finds its way onto his face subconsciously. He's used to people being thoughtful. It takes a lot of thought and precision to execute some of the retakes and defences they have to perform. But people being thoughtful to him like this? That was a new one. Welcome, of course.

"I'm okay with anything, really. I can do as much or as little as you'd like."

"Alright. And you're okay with hanging out for the next 3 days?" you confirm.

"Sounds delightful."

"And the fire inside is frightful. Oh. Nevermind, those aren't the lyrics at all." 

He chuckles. "Close enough, yes?"

"You'd be pretty lenient to call that close," you laugh.

Hours pass quicker than either of you realise. You apologise for having to go already (despite already having been on a call for nearly 4 hours), seeing as it's now a quarter till one.

"Good night, Alexander!" you say, disappointment for the parting of ways and excitement for the meeting up mixing together in your voice. 

He offers his own farewell, your name naturally slipping out from his voice. He thinks your name is rather nice to say, and you think his voice makes your name sound better than ever. It's a win-win, really.

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You wake up bright and early, as you always do. But unlike most days, you're looking forward to the rest of the day. Not to say that you hated most days, but they tended to be boring or tedious.

A job as a secretary isn't the most exciting. There was a lot of blank time with how you're able to blitzkrieg through work. Every once in a while, a day comes where there's just so much to do that you're hesitant to even take a lunch break. Today is not one of those days.

So for the most part, you know you have time to plan out the day and message Alexander about times to meet up. 

He's fine with whatever and whenever, he says, and you try to judge how much time it'll take for you to shower and freshen up once you get home. Sometime around 6:00pm, you request, and he agrees in a quick moment.

You take all the time you can during the day to vaguely plan out what you want to do. You're excited to show him so many shops and cool little sights. Even the little stands at the corners of streets selling ice cream or hot dogs. 

As you plan through the few days you have, you realise that there's not much time if he's dropping by at 6:00pm. So you message him again, asking if it's okay that you can just hang out at your apartment. He doesn't mind, he says, and that he's glad to do anything.

Though pretending to work whenever your boss walks by feels pretty deceitful, you can't find it in you to care enough, too wrapped up in your excitement. You can't get out of the office soon enough, saying quick goodbyes to everyone around. Your boss sighs as you step out of the building. He can't be too mad about you planning your little date or whatever it was during work hours; you do your work well and on time. But, he thinks, he'll need to have a word with you about it. Which, he remembers as he sifts through papers on his desk, will have to wait for a few days given his approval for you to take off the next two days.

Without another thought about work, you rush home to shower and get dressed. You opt for a comfy outfit, but nothing comfortable enough to be too casual. A few knocks on your apartment door signal Alexander’s arrival, and you take a deep breath. You open the door with a quick flick of your wrist, nearly bashing the door in your own face.

Standing with a slight wave, Alexander stands wearing a similar outfit to when you first met him: a tight, black turtleneck along with a puffy coat, matched with dark pants and rough looking boots.

"Hey!" you greet. "Come in, sorry if the place is a bit of a mess."

He dismisses it. "Your home looks lovely."

You scoff playfully. "It's alright, you can just say it's messy."

He shakes his head, shrugging off his coat. "Trust me, I'd have no qualms saying it to be otherwise if I believed it so. And," he pauses, hearing the soft jingle of your dog's tag on his collar as he prances over to see what all the commotion is about, "This is a welcome surprise."

"This little fella's Loaf. Oh, and feel free to take off your shoes, if you please!"

He does so as the small off-white tan pup nuzzles its head up to Alexander, threading himself between his legs while his whole little tush shakes with every excited swipe of his tail.

"Is he a Golden Retriever?" he guesses.

You shake your head. "No, but he kind of looks like one, huh? He's likely a Carolina Dingo. I found him stray, no collar or tracker, so I took the little guy in," you remember fondly. "Oh, come in! Feel free to sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable."

He closes the door behind him and takes a seat at the end of the couch, making sure not to take up all the room. 

You offer water, and he accepts gratefully as you sit next to him on the couch.

After a sip of water, he asks a question. "Have you taken care of dogs before, then?"

"I have! I uh, I actually was going to be a vet for a long time," you say, almost a little embarrassed. "I went to college for it. Well, I was a double major."

"That's amazing. That's a lot of work to manage, I'm impressed."

"Thank you, that's very sweet. Though, I ended up graduating with a Bachelor's in English after 4 years. I was planning on dropping the English courses earlier, but I ended up going through with it since I couldn't afford going any longer."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, no! Don't be. I'm happy with how my life has turned out. Besides, maybe I'll go back to college one day to be a vet when I've got enough saved up," you say, almost hopefully in an attempt to convince yourself. 

He hums. "I think it's very plausible."

You perk up. Hearing it out of someone else's mouth makes it feel a lot more real. "You think so?"

"I do. It seems attainable for you."

To hide your flustered state, you quickly change the topic. "Have you eaten yet?"

"I have not, though do not feel pressured to provide for me."

"It's alright, I was going to get some takeout or something anyway. Do you have anything in particular you'd like?"

“Not particularly. I’m not exactly sure of the options, either.”

“Right. Does sushi sound good? I can have it delivered with a bunch of different types,” you suggest. 

“Sounds great.”

“Alrighty! I’ll get it ordered, give me a second,” you say, stepping out of the living room to make the call and order everything. 

In the meantime, Sova gently plays with Loaf, scratching the pup’s belly and watching him spin in circles, eyes fixated on his own tail. 

“Looks like you and Loaf are getting along,” you chuckle. “Who knew Alexander the Assassin had a soft spot for puppies?”

Amused huffs escape his slightly parted lips pushed into a small smile. 

“Feel free to call me Sasha. Alexander can be a mouthful, no?”

"Sasha," you repeat softly. "I like it!" you say, grinning. 

"Why, thank you."

You reach for the TV remote and turn it on, flipping to Netflix. "I figured it'd be nice to watch something! I have a few things in mind, if you're down."

"Sounds wonderful. I hardly ever watch TV, I'll be glad to experience a new show or movie."

Sifting through several options and briefly explaining each of them, you and Sasha officially decide on Black Mirror. You're rather happy with the choice, enjoying the idea of talking over the episodes with him. 

By the time you've given the explanations, the food arrives and you quickly bounce to the door, taking the food and tipping the deliverer. 

You lie out the food on the coffee table, opening the plastic containers and handing him his chopsticks. You open the paper casing on yours and split the wooden chopsticks. 

Sasha bites his tongue a bit, and you notice his hesitation. With the way he takes his time unwrapping and splitting his chopsticks, you figure you know why.

"I can teach you how to use them, if you like, or we can just eat with our fingers," you offer. 

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to learn very well, but if you'd like, I'll give it a shot. A coworker of mine has attempted to teach me, but I seem to have a bit of trouble with it."

A quick, thoughtful hum from you and you figure you just might be able to help him. Carefully demonstrating how to use them and slightly adjusting his grip as needed, he picks up how to use them pretty easily. He has a bit of trouble, fumbling here and there, but he can eat with relative ease. 

You turn on the first episode of Black Mirror and continue eating, having Sasha try all the different types of sushi you got. He finds his favourites and you find yours, enjoying the food and show.

As you thought, he has several comments to make during the show, brief but insightful. You're happy with the conversations you have with him, enjoying the rewatch of the show as well as his reactions as a first time viewer. Season one goes by quickly, and you end up making some popcorn. You split it in two bowls and grab some blankets, curling up in the corner of the couch as Sasha ends up slipping from a stiff posture to a comfortable resting position, lying back with a pillow on his lap. 

Hardly bothering with the plastic containers strewn across the coffee table from the remains of dinner, you engross yourself with the show and the conversations regarding its contents.

Loaf is curled up next to you, tangled up in your blanket. Episodes pass, and before either of you even realise it, midnight has already come and gone. 

"Sorry to keep you so long," you apologise drowsily. "You're welcome to stay the night, I'm not sure how far away you live."

"I don't mean to intrude."

"You really wouldn't be. Plus, it's dangerous to drive when you're tired, you know? So, if you're comfortable with it, feel free to stay over."

"Then, I'll take the couch."

You want to insist that he doesn't sleep there, but you figure there's not much purpose to fight it. Also, you're very tired. You nod and rub your eyes, making your way back to your room. 

"If you need anything, I'm the first door to the right." Loaf slowly pads behind you, nearly as sleepy as you despite having snoozed next to you nearly all night.

"Right, thank you. Good night."

"Good night, Sasha."

#sova x reader #valorant x reader #x reader

[redheadedpineapple]

Golden Years (Car Seat Headrest) Masterlist

Golden Years (Car Seat Headrest) I’ll stick with you baby for a thousand years. Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years. Alexander (Sasha) “Sova” Novikov x Reader

In which a common, overworked civilian meets a workaholic agent. In which they lean on someone else for the first time and learn to give themselves some grace. In which nothing touches you in those golden years, just as he promised.

The reader’s appearance isn’t described in detail, but they: Are shorter than Sova and wear glasses.

This piece includes: Gender Neutral!Reader (they/them pronouns), vague descriptions of soft sex between Sova and Reader, copious amounts of Fluff, the name “Sasha” used often, and proposal + engagement

And also some more sensitive topics such as: Brief descriptions of nonconsensual sex (not between Reader and Sova), angst, and death. Please inform me if any content warnings should be added.

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.chapter one - in walked luck [5.3wc]

.chapter two - opening doors

#valorant x reader #sova x reader #x reader

[redheadedpineapple]

hello fellow gay valorant enjoyer ! /pos /lh

could i request a yoru with a boyfie who simps hard over fictional characters ,, maybe his boyfie is in a phase over one specific character ? don't feel pressured to write it though / write quickly , thank you for your time to read (,:

as someone currently obsessing over a certain character (surprisingly not valorant), I felt this,,aaalso slight warning, Yoru may be a bit OOC?? I can't quite figure out his character yet,,,anyways

Yoru with a boyfriend who is a simp for fictional characters

- "Fictional characters?? Seriously?"

- He probably doesn't take you seriously at first like, why would you simp for some pixels when he is right there

- Yes, he is slightly jealous. No, he won't admit it

- Criticizes every character you show him just because

- If you're obsessing over a specific character, he may just, secretly inspect their fandom page to see why you like them. If he happens to come across any similarities between him and the character he would have to restrain himself from literally ascending

- Will watch the shows/ play the games said character is from with you no questions asked, probably pretends he's not enjoying it though

- Buys you merch of them and tries to be all cool when he hands it to you like "Here, since you like them or... whatever". Somehow, the merch he gets you just so happens to be something you were talking about/ searching for a few days ago

- If your current 'obsession' is a playable character in a game he would probably try to master them to impress you and try to "[character] diff" the enemy players

- In conclusion, he simps for you the same way you simp over that character and no one can argue with me on that

Bonus: Imagine he also starts lowkey simping over the same character, I think it would be hilarious ngl

This feels a little short but hopefully it's a quality over quantity type of thing,,,,?? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this and, as always I'm open to criticism (and requests are extremely appreciated too ofc ofc)

#this is so cute wtf #i love yoru my stupid little dumbass #valorant x reader #bamse recs

[redheadedpineapple]

So I'm not sure what your character limit is but feel free to choose any to all characters. Could you do hcs for Law, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Ace, and/or Sabo with a chubby reader that's like 5'7+? (afab if possible. She/her or they/them are totally chill to use). If you need to change it to just chubby, that's fine. Please and thank you in advance!

🍃🌙🔮 anon

posted! find the headcanons HERE

thanks for the request, feel free to request the other three characters in another ask!

#🍃🌙🔮 anon #pineappolis postage

[redheadedpineapple]

OP bois with a chubby!s/o

Law, Zoro, Sanji with a Chubby!s/o HC, Fluff

⤷ ᴛʀᴀꜰᴀʟɢᴀʀ ʟᴀᴡ

as long as you’re staying healthy, he literally does not care what you look like

law is kinda into people on the chubbier side

you see how he cuddles with bepo?

you’re his new bepo when you get together

he especially likes lying his head on your thighs while you play with his hair

here’s to hoping you like to cuddle a lot, because that’s what you’ll get with law

law will find excuses to tease you, like when your hair is messy or when you’re spacing out, he’ll ruffle your hair even more and go, “earth to [y/n]”

then, he insists he has to make it up to you by holding you close and giving you lots of kisses

“It’s fine, you can make fun of me for my bedhead all you want. We all know you wear that hat of yours to cover your messy hair,” you tease back.

“Oh, no, what type of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make it up to you? Come here,” he drawls, opening his arms.

“Law, it’s the middle of the day, surely you’re not going to take a nap already.”

Impatient, he stands up and drapes his body over yours, hugging you. “No napping, promise. Just come lie down with me for a bit.”

You wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek. “And if I say no?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Just a hypothetical.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to go find Bepo.” He slowly removes himself from your hold, sighing.

“Okay, okay. I can’t have you disturbing poor Bepo.” You roll your eyes at his smirk.

“That’s what I thought.”

⤷ ʀᴏʀᴏɴᴏᴀ ᴢᴏʀᴏ

he straight up Does Not notice if you’re chubby or not

his tastes are in the heart, not the body

if he finds you’re ever insecure though, he’s quick to assure you that he loves you very much

in fact, he likes you more how you are right now than if you were all skinny

means he can be all rough n tumble with ya without worrying about snapping you like a twig

he loves your tummy so much

when you sleep in the same bed, you’re practically cradling his head as he cuddles into your tummy or uses it as a pillow

likes to poke at your skin just because he’s bored and wants to touch you

“Yes, Zoro?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, continuing to poke at your arm.

You cock an eyebrow at the man and take a side step away from him. He grumbles and pouts, crossing his arms.

“Awh, big baby,” you coo, stepping towards him and hugging him.

“‘M not, dumbass.” He wraps his arms around you and lets his hand sneak under your shirt. He doesn’t do anything bad, just rubs against the skin on your back and hums.

He gets distracted slowly, cuddling into your neck and lightly pinching your skin between fingers.

“Dinner’s ready!”

You smirk and pull away from Zoro, who groans in disappointment.

“Unfair.”

⤷ ꜱᴀɴᴊɪ

loves your chubby self so much

will constantly praise and compliment you

absolutely adores your chubby arms around him

or when you’re holding onto his arm while he escorts you?

chefs kiss

as in he, the chef, will kiss you, because he can’t hold himself back from how much he loves you

won’t say it but it’s very obvious he loves your thighs

when you sit next to each other, his hand is on your thigh

does he need a nap? he’s calling to you to sleep on your lap

his brain: more skin = more kisses

“Sanji!” you huff, playfully pushing him away.

“Baby, I just wanna love you!” he complains, making grabby hands at you.

“Love me from a distance,” you scoff jokingly.

“Oh how you wound me, my love!”

You giggle and open your arms, and the man grins and crawls into your arms. What starts as cuddles turns into him praising you, kissing all over your arms and tummy and cheeks and neck, taking his time to love every inch of you.

Loving is so easy when it’s loving Sanji.

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #roanoa zoro #trafalgar law x reader #roronoa zoro x reader

[redheadedpineapple]

HIM

HI WILBUR o/ I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL

okok now consider a shiggy meeting a boi who just gives zero shits about his appearance, moreso just gets all worried like man let's get you some chapstick and self care my mans you need it,, will absolutely BABY our boi shiggy

Shigaraki Tomura x Caring Male Reader

LIGHT TW: low self esteem Shigaraki :,(

Im very jealous of Tomura in this chapter- this entire thing is just fluffy self care- you’re taking care of your boy! Like a little spa day- except it’s at two am.

Also ignore the fact that there’s no read more- I’ll add it later when I am not using my phone.

Tag list: @redheadedpineapple

Honestly, a lot of people were surprised when they started seeing you and Tomura together. You were a ray of sunshine (albeit laid back and apathetic), but bright none the less. You cared very deeply about everyone- especially your boyfriend Tomura, who was the biggest idiot you knew. He’d work all day and then play video games all night, only taking small breaks to nap or eat instant noodles. He also had a nonexistent skincare routine, which was really bad for his eczema, and you knew that. He did too.

It was two am. You’d woken up to the sound of Tomura’s keys clicking on his keyboard- and you knew exactly what he was doing. He was playing video games instead of sleeping next to you and giving you cuddles. You blearily sat up, rubbing your eyes and looking over at the desk he usually sat at, and low and behold, there he was, hunched over like a shrimp and aggressively typing on his keyboard. Probably yelling at someone over chat or something of that sort. You got up slowly, giving him time to finish his round. It was good to do some form of skincare while he was distracted like this, and you’d take your opportunity while you could. He barely even noticed you coming up behind him and beginning to brush his hair back out of his face, using a hair tie you kept on your wrist for these situations to tie it up in a loose ponytail. You kissed his forehead, and he finally acknowledged you with a little hum. You smiled down at him, leaving to get some skincare things. A good face mask, some lotion (specially prescribed for his eczema) even two cucumber slices you got from the kitchen to put on his eyes when he finally put down the game and realized what you were doing. You also snagged his chapstick from his jacket pocket, which was hanging on a hook on the wall (you’d bought the chapstick for him after seeing how bad his lips had gotten, and he only accepted it because he wanted your kisses to feel nice.

When you came back, you found that he finally got off of that game and was just sitting on your shared bed, waiting for your return. You smiled to him, happily walking over and pressing your lips to his, even with how chapped they were. You liked kissing him no matter what.

“You do realize how unnecessary this all is, right?” He commented, looking up at you with flaky eyes. The skin around his eyes and mouth was always kinda crusty.

“I’m a villain, I’m supposed to be scary.” You made a ‘tsk’ noise at him and gently pushed him to be laying down.

“You’re plenty scary Tomie, but you need to take care of yourself too. I promise, your quirk is enough.” You nuzzled both of your noses together. You knew Tomura was kind of insecure about his villain image- as your boy was small and scrawny in physical build, because why work out physically when anything could die just from simply brushing up against his fingers? You sat back up, already opening the container which contained the semi-liquid mixture of the face mask. It smelled like fresh cherry blossoms and was specifically for moisturizing and taking bacteria out of the skin- perfect for Tomura’s skin. He actually became quite pliant and relaxed while you put it on his face, only scrunching up a little when you got close to his lips, eyes or mouth. When you were done, you wiped off your hands and left the face mask on Tomura, plopping on the cucumbers too with a giggle. He just snorted softly, amused by your happiness to take care of him.

You picked up the lotion from next to Tomura, squirting some onto your fingers and picking up Tomura’s hand, beginning to rub it in. He stiffened a little. He was always nervous about you touching his hands, even thought you were being very careful, and only moisturizing one finger at a time. You comforted him by giving his wrist a small squeeze, slowly kneading the lotion into his palms. He gradually relaxed again, and you would’ve thought he was asleep- but his fingers weren’t twitching like they did when he was, so you could tell he wasn’t. You moisturized both hands, along with his neck (which you dabbed and rubbed at very gingerly as to not hurt him) before simply laying next to Tomura as he relaxed with his face mask.

Twenty minutes later and you got up to get a cool, damp washcloth, gently wiping the stuff off of Tomura’s face and taking the cucumbers off. His face was nicely relaxed, and his eyes fluttered open when the cucumbers were removed, whitish eyelashes batting against his cheeks when he blinked. You smiled down at him, gently dabbing some lotion onto his face and spreading it around, making his face crinkle.

“This seems like a lot of effort..”

“An effort worth having.” You hummed, rubbing his cheeks gently. He smiled softly, making his cheeks puff out perfectly to fit in your palms.

“I just don’t think I deserve this.”

“Oh Bunny… you deserve the world.” You smiled down at him, leaning down and pressing your lips together. That chapstick ended up not being needed, as you spent the rest of the night cuddling and kissing, just softly pressing your lips together. Over and over and over…

#he is my sweet angel #i love this so much #hes just a fuckn cutie #bamse recs

[redheadedpineapple]

yo one piece fans here are the absolute SWEETEST going thru my notifs and the comments and tags on reblogs literally made my day shout out you lot

#bamse does talky

[redheadedpineapple]

hey hey! can i request hc’s or a scenario of zoro realizing he’s a big fat simp for a fem reader, thanks :)

you save me <3

Zoro being a simp for you Roronoa Zoro fem!Reader

ok so he doesn’t actually REALISE he treats you differently until someone points it out

he’ll just like, subconsciously always stand a little bit in front of you to protect you

or always group up with you first in fights

he never will really initiate one on one conversations with anyone else but you

when he takes naps, he likes to find a place near you

just little things

but then nami will point out that he’s a little bit clingy with you lately

and he’ll look at her like she’s grown another head (so like he normally looks at her) and outright deny it

the thought will linger in his head though

when he nearly takes the seat beside you at dinner, he pauses for a moment, nearly moving

but sitting anywhere else feels so wrong

and then you and him will be exploring on an island and he catches himself staring at you

and then you trip over a little rock and he goes full panic mode

His hand takes hold of your wrist, pulling you away from the ground and towards him. Zoro pulls you into his chest, holding you tight. It was just a simple fall, wasn’t it? You’re thankful for the save, but you peer up at him curiously.

He just pouts and looks away, his cheeks flushed pink. “Ah, don’t be so clumsy. You’re a pirate, you know. Can’t go around falling for nothin’.”

You smile cheekily. “You’ve practically fallen for me, so it’s not like you’re much better,” you taunt.

Zoro clicks his tongue and flickers his eyes down to you. Calloused fingers gently scrape against your scalp as he runs his hands through your hair. If your hair was at all neat, it’s all ruffled up now.

“Ya more than nothin’ ya dumbass. Don’t be stupid.”

A smile of adoration spreads across your face, and it’s contagious, Zoro’s lips tipping up, too. He presses his lips onto your forehead, smiling like the fool in love he is.

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #x reader #headcanons #one piece headcanons

[redheadedpineapple]

MHA bois and cuddles with their s/o

MHA bois and cuddles with their s/o Bakugou Katsuki, Hitoshi Shinsou, Tamaki Amajiki GN!R, fluff, hc

⤷ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ

honestly thought he wouldn’t like cuddles

but after one movie night spent cuddling, he can’t help but feel so lonely without you

like his arms wanna hold something

that something being you

finds comfort in just holding you,,, likes being the big spoon

won’t show too much PDA usually but loves privately holding hands with you or just being connected with you

appreciates the feeling of your warm body next to his

100% gets tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows with you

You’re lying in your bed, scrolling through your phone. Turned on your side to keep your phone charging, you don’t see Bakugou enter your room and take a few pouty steps towards you.

Bakugou speaks up, calling your name. You hum, questioning him, as you set your phone down to turn over, facing him. His head is facing down, but he peeks up with those pretty scarlet eyes with a slight embarrassed pout. “Can get in bed with ya?”

You chuckle and tell him of course, opening your arms to him. He climbs beneath the blankets and wraps his arms around you. In his arms, you turn back around to your phone, and Katsuki rests his head nested in your neck, peeking at the videos and posts you scroll through.

⤷ ʜɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴏᴜ

hesitant to initiate at first

eventually becomes more comfortable

will love cuddling if you like it, too!

comfy sweater vibes

loves wrapping you up in a cozy blanket from behind and holding a phone in front of you two watch youtube or something

likes playing with your hair or softly rubbing his thumb over your skin

deep breaths, deep hums, and tiny kisses are specialties of cuddles with Shinsou

Hitoshi Shinsou is a big stuffed animal, and when you rest your head on him, he’ll wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. Winter could never stand a chance in freezing you two, bundled up so snuggly.

Shinsou presses a small kiss against your neck, and you can feel him smirk against your skin. The smile turns into a chuckle, and you question his little laugh.

“S’nothing. Just that I think… it’s kinda sweet that we start breathin’ together. All in the same rhythm ‘n stuff.”

“The fact that you notice that… Man, you’re so cute.”

⤷ ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴀᴍᴀᴊɪᴋɪ

shy about it, but loves cuddles

will not initiate but you can tell when he wants to cuddle pretty easily

likes to hold you and be held

either way works for him usually

when he needs cheering up, he likes to be held

and he loves it when you comb through his hair and massage his scalp

but also loves holding you in his arms!

lying down, he likes being held

but sitting up he likes to hold you!

that thing where you sit in his lap while he studies or something and you’re just hugging him <3 his favourite

Tamaki’s face is all red as you hold him close. He snuggles into your chest and, half asleep, wraps an arm around your waist. His voice is tiny and muffled as he asks, “Is… Is it okay if I fall asleep here? In bed with you?”

You make sure he knows you’d love to cuddle with him all night, and you can tell he’s smiling giddily and his heart is racing.

Every night for the past 2 months, you’ve slept in the same bed. He still asks if it’s okay every night.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsou x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki fluff #shinsou fluff #shinsou x reader fluff #shinsou hitoshi x reader fluff #bnha fluff #bnha x reader fluff #mha fluff #mha x reader fluff #fluff #hcs #headcanons #mha x reader headcanons #bnha x reader headcanons

[redheadedpineapple]

hi hi

hiya hiya

#pineappolis postage #return: haikyutiehoe

[redheadedpineapple]

Bamse, I had a question regarding your name! How do you pronounce it and does it mean anything? I’m wondering cause I think it’s really cute!!!

i got it from a book i read a while back, regarding nordic spies! they had a shack called "bamse," meaning bear! i really liked the idea, and later found out it's a character in a show. i thought it was cute and kept it! it's kinda like "bauhm seh" for pronunciation. thanks you tho!! <3

#pineappolis times #pineappolis postage

[redheadedpineapple]

Haikyuu Bois with a study-stressed s/o

Haikyuu Bois with a study-stressed s/o Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsurou GN!R, fluff, hc

⤷ ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ᴋᴏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

loves giving you lots of support

helps you stay energized throughout the day

won’t be overbearing but will be just energetic enough to keep you going!

has you take breaks very often

just little short breaks every little while to keep you going and not dying a little inside

lots of encouragement during the breaks

prepares you candy and lots of cute puppy videos to help break up the monotony 

Bokuto curls up right next to you, his spiky hair poking into view. Those puppy dog eyes tell you everything, and you sigh and shake your head, telling him it was too soon for another break.

He pouts, upset. “But it’s been an hour, baby. Come give me cuddles. Please?”

And of course, you can’t resist, and you lean back into his chest and let him pull you to bed. He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck and mumbling about how he loves you and how you’re sweet as cookies. Oh! And speaking of, he was out to get you candies and saw some cookie dough mix and picked it up. Help him make it, please?

He gives you the perfect recharge and distraction from all the boring work, keeping you happy and healthy!

⤷ ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ

makes you your favourite snacks and drinks

otherwise, he stays in the room with you to keep you company

in between worksheets, he tells you about the videos or games he’s kept himself occupied with while you do your work

gives you these small breaks to keep you going through subjects

but he makes you take big breaks between subjects to get a full refresh 

helps you in quizzing anything or making flashcards 

is pretty average at most subjects

but can probably help with maths

he honestly hates maths, but he’s super good at it naturally so he’ll help you out if you need!

moral support 100

You sigh as you lean back, moving the completed packet to the “finished” pile. Osamu tosses his phone aside at the sound and stretches, standing up from lying down on your bed. He hugs you from behind and hums into your neck.

“Let’s go for a quick walk, darlin’. We can go to that nice coffee shop you like. I’ll get you a nice pastry, too.”

You glance at the pile of work you’ve estill got to do and quickly agree, more than tired of paper cuts and carpal tunnel. 

It’s nice and breezy out, a nice change from the stuffy room you were sitting inside nearly all day, and Osamu will hold your hand and point out all the pretty clouds or buildings around. A nice change of pace, if anything. 

⤷ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ

helps you study and learn the stuff, if you need

encourages you to get the work done quickly

will go through the work and order things from easiest to most annoying or difficult

that way you can slowly take in it all and get into the rhythm of things

since it’s so easy to fall into the groove of working and overwork yourself, kuroo makes double sure to keep you on track with taking enough breaks

breaks which consist of snacks and chats so you don’t get too invested in a game or show, but a good distraction and refresher from all that work!

months of work is done in just a day or two

having kuroo on your side is like having an all knowing entity on your side

Finally getting into the working mindset, you read and answer and study every question as they come. Thanks to the organised work, it’s gotten easier to work on the subject. 

Still, when you inevitably get stuck on a problem, Kuroo is quick to nudge you in the right direction and explain all the information you’ll need. And he’s very quick to mention how you’re doing great.

“This is actually really tough, but you’re really doing good here. You’ve done a bunch of hard work already, and I’m so proud of you.”

And as you get sleepy, the night approaching faster and faster with every finished paper, he insists that you finish for the night. Giving you lots of cuddles and encouragement, he helps you wind down for the night and relax, destressing you to help you get to sleep. 

#haikyuu x reader #x reader #hq x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroof luff #kuroo tetsuro fluff #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #bokuto x reader #hq x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokutou koutarou fluff #bokuto fluff

[redheadedpineapple]

MHA bois and dining with them

Day 31: Restaurant Meals with MHA Bois Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto fluff, hc, GN!R, sfw

⤷ ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴇɪᴊɪʀᴏᴜ

loves the homemade stuff

if you wake up around the same time he does, you’ll probably take turns making breakfast for each other

his specialty is breakfast, though, and loves to make you food

somehow makes eggs, pancakes, and waffles way better than you when you’re doing the same thing

but you’re not complaining, if it means delicious homemade pancakes on weekend mornings

is pretty clueless with fancy food, though

will just take you to an expensive restaurant 

usually, because of his schedule, you’re gonna be alone for lunch

but if he finds the time, he’ll definitely take the chance to come visit you and get fast food for you two to share!

almost every dinner you two spend together 

it’s kind of something he promises, that even with his busy hero schedule, he tries to spend time with you so you don’t feel lonely or neglected 

Kiri promises he’s not one for fancy things---as long as he’s with you, it’s enough! And yet he goes out of his way to reserve an entire restaurant just so you two can have a peaceful balcony dinner, looking down to a quiet, moonlit garden. 

And when you finish your meal (complete with the most delicious dessert you’ve ever had), Eijirou accompanies you down to the garden with two bottles of juice, because neither of you really cared for that dry wine stuff, and some chocolates. You’ll find a nice little bench and dine on the sweets and look at all the pretty flowers. 

He’ll probably make corny jokes, like “You’re the rose to my red,” pointing at a scarlet tulip. 

What a dork.

⤷ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ

honestly does not eat breakfast

but it’s like ritual now that he always gets homemade lunches from you

in return, katsuki takes care of dinner

homemade meals are the best, but typically only on the weekends when he’s got the day off

otherwise, he stops by local restaurants to grab some food

except fridays

fridays is for unhealthy fast food and movies

he brings home your favourite foods and desserts, and you’re more than happy to chow down with him

It wasn’t the best of days, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to get up off the couch. And luckily for you, it was friday, so Katsuki was more than happy to let you lounge about. Excited, even, when he came home carrying bags of food and candy to find the couch already prepared for movie night.

Blankets and pillows adjusted for the two of you for maximum comfortability, which of course was carefully calculated by your insightful studies, and Netflix was already pulled up on the television. He kicks the door closed behind him and kicks his shoes off, greeting you. 

Tossing the bags on the coffee table, he flops down right next to you and puts his chin on your shoulder, sighing in bliss. You welcome him home and reach for a bag, pulling out a box of your favourite food. 

Thus begins a night of movies, rants, and lots of cuddles.

⤷ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴏ

doesn’t really have a line between ‘refined’ and ‘fast food’ dining

whether you’re eating a thousand dollar meal or a five dollar one, it’s no different for him

it’s just,, food

and if it’s good food, he likes to eat good food with you

he never realised it, but it’s nice to dine with someone else

likes chit chatting during meals

honestly, just chill conversation about anything and everything

you’ll usually share your plans for the next day or events of earlier that day

anything nice and homey like that

Shouto sets a plate of delicious looking food, home cooked. He likes to cook. It’s just pretty calming to him, and he likes having something to eat as a reward for his hard work. Honestly, he’s really good at it, and he’s only getting better. 

He pulls out the chair across from you and sits down with his own plate, a tiny smile gracing his lips. 

There’s not anything particularly romantic about the dining room, but the stale light above the table shines in his eyes in such a pretty way, little diamonds sparkling. And there’s nothing fancy about the tablecloth, but the lax manner of getting to rest an arm on the table is so comfy, something much more pleasing about the idea of a comfortable, homey place for the two of you. 

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki fluff #bakugou katsuki fluff #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima x reader fluff #bnha fluff #mha fluff

[redheadedpineapple]

hello! just caming here to tell you that i have fallen in love with your blog <3

oaf3whg8 THANKS YOU i appreciate that so much holy heck <333

#pineappolist postage

[redheadedpineapple]

MHA bois coming back from a trip

Day 30: Desert BNHA bois coming back from a long trip Kirishima Eijirou, Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou

──────〔Kirishima Eijirou〕──────

is texting you before he gets on the plane back home

and will text you once he lands; only one message to let you know he’s safe! just in case you’re sleeping or busy so he doesn’t spam you

on his way home from the airport, he’s getting antsy and checks his phone every couple seconds to see if you’ve replied yet

whether or not you do doesn’t really matter, because unless you ask him questions, he wants to tell you all about his trip once he gets home, in person

tips the cab driver extra just because he’s excited

carries all his luggage inside in one go so he can see you quicker

if it’s nighttime, he makes extra care to be quiet in case you’re asleep

if you stay up, he scolds you lightly before lifting you up and spinning you around

when you’re both wide awake and probably over a nice lunch, he’s rambling and talking about every little detail

like, there was this really pretty flower native to the area that he took a picture of---look!

and there was a super yummy tea he had that he bought some extra and would you like to try it?

You’re bouncing on your feet in the living room, anticipating Eijirou’s arrival. Every so often, you’re checking the time on your phone and recalculating how long it should take to get from the airport to home, accounting for traffic and everything else.

The tiny, mechanical stirrings of the door being unlocked breaks through the anticipating silence, and you bounce towards the front door. When it bursts open, your big boy Kiri is lugging all his suitcases inside on his shoulders and under his arms.

The moment he sees you, though, he grins and drops it all to run up to you and pick you up, spinning you around and putting little kisses all over your forehead and cheek.

“I missed you so much, angel!”

And you’ll say you missed him too, and he gets all excited from that because he feels so special and happy, and he can’t help but nuzzle into your neck and exclaim how much he loves you. Kirishima Eijirou is just one big, bubbly, puppy, and you love him for it.

──────〔Todoroki Shouto〕──────

a little more patient

if you can, he’ll stay on call with you the whole drive home from the airport

it’s how he gets the time to pass quicker

when he gets back home to you, he’s got like three new suitcases

man has no sense of monetary value

if he sees something he or you might like, he gets it

simple as that

Shouto’s gone and unloaded all his bags, and that’s when he tells you he’ll be inside in just a moment and hangs up. But you’re too excited, and you can’t wait much longer, so you greet him outside with a big smile and an even bigger hug.

He pushes a suitcase towards you, a pretty shade of your favourite colour gleaming in the sunlight. You tilt your head a bit, confused. You point to yourself, and he nods with a gentle smile.

“Think of it as an apology for being gone for so long,” he hums.

You assure him you understand fully you understand it’s just part of his work, but he insists it’s necessary as you help pull in the luggage. When you open up the bag, it’s filled to the brim with trinkets and gifts of all your favourite colours and flowers and animals, littered with traces of Shouto’s thought process of what you might like.

And last but not least, he pulls a fuzzy blanket of your favourite colour from his suitcase and pinches either corner, spreading out his arms. He’ll pull you into a big burrito hug and cuddle with you to catch up from all the missed time.

──────〔Katsuki Bakugou〕──────

doesn’t seem like a super sentimental guy, sure

but like, you GROUND this man

he misses you so bad and doesn’t want to be apart from you

never really realises it though until he’s gone for weeks on end

you can see his progression throughout as he thinks he’s fine at first

then by the end of his trip, he’s calling you any free chance he’s got and seeing you in everything around him

like, sees a car and thinks “man sometimes you’re in a car”

or “wow there’s sidewalk sometimes you walk”

misses you so bad

when he gets back, he actually doesn’t talk too much

he just wants to see you and be with you

gets home and throws all his luggage aside

You tell him not to be so careless with his luggage, and you go to pick the bags up from their sides. He pulls you away, though, right into his chest.

“Don’t bother with that shit, ‘s nothin’ important,” he mumbles, and you can hear the little pout on his lips from his grumpy tone. He nuzzles his chin on the top of your head, and he lies down right there on the floor and brings you with him, keeping you close to him.

You’ll stay like that for a while, and he takes the next couple of days off just to be around you more. He just enjoys seeing your face and listening to you talk. It gives him such a refresh that he hadn’t had for all of his trip.

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[redheadedpineapple]

I KNOW ITS WEIRD THIS IS JUST A USERNAME I PROMISE ILL TRY IT ONE DAY

will you also be disappointed that ive never tried strawberries or oranges 😩😩😩

BAMSE WHY DO YOU NOT TRY FRUIT ITS VERY DELICIOUS

[redheadedpineapple]

your writing is just aaaaaaaaaa/pos

- 🐈‍⬛🖤 anon

awh tysm <3 i appreciate that a lot! i get worried sometimes it seems like i half-assed something even though i was struggling with ideas for it I: much love!

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