I'm practically giggling, kicking my feet with excitement, and I just can't tear my eyes away from this gem! It's a beautiful comic, crafted by the incredible artist @explosion-island (I collaborate with them for the second time already and they never failed to meet my expectations!)
I just want to thank the artists again for creating something so beautiful for me. It was the best money I've ever spent, seriously. If you're thinking about commissioning this artist, go for it! You won't be disappointed!
Bakugo and Kirishima, in my and @crystalwolfblog modern AU, alongside their lovely wives, Ayame and Haru (our OCs, of course)
The girls went shopping while the boys had one task - to bathe the pets! Unfortunately, even the heroes found this mundane task to be quite challenging! 😁
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e. kirishima x reader - fireman au
Eijirou thinks its just a normal day on the job; risking his own life and running headfirst into a fire to save others.
What Ei doesn’t expect is to save a super cute girl, and earn a date afterward.
. . .
No, fires aren’t that common in your neighborhood. But, when a pyromaniac just decides to frolic through your apartment complex, all you can really do is run or hide.
Sweat aggressively beads at your forehead and neck as a giant wall of blaze threatens to burn off your eyebrows. Just before you could surrender yourself to the arms of safety, a pathetic slab of wood feel from the ceiling, blocking your escape right before you could taste it.
It feels like the universe has done this to just get a laugh out, and now you’re in jeopardy, knocking on death’s door.
Dressed in cute fluffy pajamas and a scrunchie is not how you wanted to die, nor expected to die.
Panic starts to travel up your spine like water would on a paper towel, and you stand frozen by your front door, predicting your doom as it came closer.
It’s (obviously) hot, and too hot, and smoke began to rise quickly, bringing tears to your eyes. You stretch out the tank top you’re wearing, bringing part of it up to your nose in a poor attempt to cover up your nose from any smoke.
Just as your death was guaranteed, a fact, if you will, you hear a crashing; a crunching against your front door. Hope begins to burst in you like a new years sparkler, and you gaze anticipatively at the door, expecting some kind of miracle to save you.
And he does.
He crashes through the door of your apartment, scattering giant splinters and specks of rubble across the entire room. Wearing a hat, gas mask, and uniform, his size is what you notice first, by the way his head skims the very top of what used to be your door.
“Hey! I got you!“ He says, his voice muffled by his mask.
You can barely make out his face amidst the smoke and his mask as he urgently runs towards you, his head rapidly tilting at all directions to search for any sign of falling rubble or a threat.
Before you could even think, he hoists you up into his arms, big hands holding you bridal style as he presses you close to him. Yes, you should be worrying about your own life right now, but its simply unfair how closely he handles you.
He peers down at you, and you can catch the faintest of red within his gas mask.
“It’s gonna be okay.“
Without another word, he runs out with you in his grasp, ducking under the frame of your front door. You’re safe.
. . .
You’ve never been more thankful to breathe in the cold 2 am air, wrapped in a thermal foil blanket whilst sitting on the edge of a firetruck.
Apparently, everyone had gotten out completely fine except for you. Just your luck.
The fireman from earlier, your savior, currently lay on his knees, gently tending to a few scratches, burns, and bumps you received during your experience with near death.
“What your name? I’d love to hear the name of the man that saved my life.“ You ask, gazing into his still-on gas mask.
In reply, you can only hear a voweled muffle; a fault of the mask.
“Hm?“
The man just sighs, setting down the supplies he was using to patch you up. Surprise writes itself onto your face as you watch the fireman, his hands reaching up to pull on the secure band of the mask. He pulls it off, and lifts away his hat, revealing vibrant red hair among deep black roots just starting to peek in.
Attractively, he shakes his hair, and you get to see him for the first time.
He flashes you this shiny, movie-star quality of a smile, beaming his spikey pearly whites to you. He’s so cute, with a boyish smile and perfect skin to match. You smile, and he scratches the back of his neck.
“It’s Eijirou.“
“Wow- uh, you’re cute.“
You almost didn’t mean for that to tumble out of your mouth, but it does, and a flush blooms onto your cheeks.
“Thanks, sweets.“
You try your best not to seize at the nickname, keeping your composure to the best of your ability. He’s so smiley, so big, so handsome its utterly terrible. They should specifically hire average-looking people as firefighters, just to save girlies like you a bit of stuttering.
“Would it be bad to ask the savior of my life on a date?“ You ask, shuffling the foil blanket around you further.
“Only if I get to ask for her name first.“
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