JOE KEERY Via Christian Coppola

consequences of my own actions — SHE KNOWS

synopsis : “chishiya and i are merely just friends, nothing more nothing less..” was the lie you told the world—and god did that make chishiya pissed off at you. those moments together were not real to you? fuck you and those memories. everything that had to do with you were nothing but useless memories he wanted to erase.

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A/N: this hella short but i’m srsly tryna get back into the swing of things and the accounts will look different because i lost the photos and also THEY WILL HAVE PRIV ACCOUNTS CAUSE I REALIZED HOW STUPID IT IS TO NOT HAVE PRIV ACCOUNTS LOLL so please bare with me ☹️

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just doing domestic, everyday things with steve :)

like going grocery shopping together, and running for a late-night, impromptu run for ice cream, or driving off somewhere private and just sitting in the car chatting and being lovey dovey, and going with him to get a haircut and he’s always grumpy after bc they cut it too short, and dropping the kids off somewhere and being like “do you wanna go to the drive in?” just randomly, or going for little walks together, or just sitting in each other’s rooms in comfortable silence.

like it’s so easy being with him. there’s no pressure to impress or entertain eachother and it’s casual and all so loving and i feel like you guys don’t say “i love you” so explicitly very often, but the love comes through in almost everything you do. holding the door open for eachother, or steve blocking sharp edges of the table so you don’t bump into them, or you constantly keeping a comb in your glovebox in case he needs it. there’s not a lot of pda when you’re together, but steve always goes for the casual arm around the shoulder and you like to wrap your arm in his to keep him close, maybe a chaste kiss on the temple in the car. just little things that add up and mean so much.

there’s lots of teasing and quippy remarks, but it’s so cute and fun bc you’re never serious. lots of silly bickering over movies or arguing over who gets to drive or who the kids like better (you always let steve win, ya know, so you don’t bruise his ego)

there’s not many pet names you call each other (i think they’re all kind of ironic, funny things- “farrah” or “loverboy” or something so sickeningly sweet like “honey bunches” or “cutie pie” as a joke) but i do think steve let’s “hon” or “honey” slip out every so often, as well as “baby” or “doll” but those in particular always makes you blush. he also has a habit of calling you “pretty girl” when ur alone in bed late at night together:’) i think you call him “honey” too but also “love” and “handsome” and he always gives you a smarmy look and a lovesick smile when you say it. if you say one casually or subconsciously, steve always smiles to himself that it’s like second nature to you. pet names aren’t a big thing for you guys bc you’re never too cheesy unless you’re doing it on purpose, but here and there (especially if one of you are drunk) it becomes a little habit.

Oii, vi que você escreve pro Capitão Nascimento então decidi pedir porque preciso ler algo dele kajakakak. Pode fazer um que ele chega estressado em casa e começa a gritar, mas ai a leitora faz o melhor possivel pra acalmar ele. Eu tava pensando em algo como só segurar ele e fazer carinho, parece que ele precisa muito.

oi meu amor! faço sim!! te entendo, tô sobrevivendo a base de pov dele no tiktok hahahaha talvez eu tenha me empolgado um tiquinho kkkkk mas espero que você goste!! ele tava mesmo precisando de um abraço/carinho

# cw: capitão nascimento x leitora. discussão, gritos, palavrão, menção de morte (nada gráfico), um pouco de angst, mas com final feliz entre os dois!! basicamente um hurt/comfort

# wc: 741 palavras

depois de uma operação que levou um de seus colegas de trabalho e amigos morto, roberto chegou irritado e estressado em casa. naquela mesma semana vocês haviam discutido por roberto ser muito agressivo no trabalho e isso estar afetando o comportamento dele dentro e fora das operações.

na cabeça dele, ele estava normal e você que não entendia o que o bope cobra, que você era, de alguma forma, descolada da realidade por pedir que ele agisse com mais cautela e calma.

você, que estava sentada no sofá de casa, assistindo tv, só o observou chegando em casa, tirando os sapatos, indo ao banheiro, muito calado. não esperava que ele fosse se descontrolar tanto com o fraga falando sobre o bope – pra ser mais específica, sobre a operação que o beto havia comandado naquela tarde – a ponto de gritar com você.

"o que esse merda tá falando? ele não sabe de porra nenhuma que aconteceu hoje!", a voz dele já começava a mudar, o seu tom agressivo, trêmulo e mais alto.

"mas em um ponto ele tem razão, beto. você é, de fato, bruto até demais nas operações, você sabe disso, a gente já falou sobre isso.", não foi uma boa ideia ter retrucado a fala dele.

"mas que caralho?! você é outra que fala as coisas sem saber do que aconteceu. se eu sou agressivo, bruto é porquê é PRECISO, COMO EU VOU PROTEGER A PORRA DESSE ESTADO DE MERDA SE EU NÃO MATAR ESSES BANDIDOS?", a essa hora o volume da televisão já não estava tão alto.

"beto, não foi isso que eu quis diz-", ele logo interrompe, "E VOCÊ QUIS DIZER O QUÊ? HÃ? vai proteger vagabundo na casa do caralho, porra. eu chego em casa depois de uma operação desgraçada que matou um dos meus homens, achando que eu ia me acalmar, que eu só ia tomar banho e deitar com a minha mulher, mas não. meu deus, que dia de merda.", você ficou perplexa, sem reação até. não sabia que isso havia acontecido, você só tinha visto as críticas do fraga, não fazia muito tempo que você tinha chegado em casa pra ter pego a informação completa, nem tinha passado pela sua cabeça perguntar o que tinha acontecido pro seu marido.

"beto... eu... eu sinto muito, eu não sabia disso...", você diz com a voz quebrando. "claro que não sabia, mal falam disso e você não perguntou...", responde ele já olhando pro chão, sem jeito e com um nó na garganta.

"vem aqui, vem. me desculpa, amor, de verdade. eu deveria ter perguntado primeiro antes de julgar.", você se levantou, puxando ele para um abraço apertado.

beto, com o rosto enterrado no seu pescoço, mãos e braços circulando o seu corpo com força, começou a chorar e soluçar, seu corpo tremendo de desespero e dando solavancos.

"shh, shh, pode chorar, vai passar...", disse você enquanto fazia um cafuné no cabelo e carinho nas costas dele para tentar acalmá-lo. "eu só queria mudar esse sistema de merda, não queria mais ter que ficar nessa insegurança de perder homens, pensar se eu volto pra casa vivo ou não, se as pessoas vão conseguir ter uma vida boa, se você tá segura... me perdoa, me perdoa por não conseguir mudar essa merda.", a cada palavra solta, um soluço saia junto, até o choro se intensificar no final da frase dele.

"não pensa assim, beto, por favor. não foi você que criou esse sistema, você sabe que você sozinho não muda tudo, o problema tá enraizado, vida... você me protege, você é forte, eu sei que eu posso confiar a minha vida às suas mãos, você me provou isso. eu te amo e muito, isso não vai mudar".

os minutos se passam, vocês acabam indo pro quarto, ainda abraçados. beto demorou pra se acalmar, ainda soltava uns soluços avulsos, mas já havia parado de chorar. você murmurava o ritmo de uma canção pra mudar o foco da atenção dele, estava dando certo.

"eu sou muito sortudo por ter você do meu lado. muito obrigado, de verdade. eu te amo muito, meu amor.", ele murmurou tão baixo que quase saiu como um sussurro, logo pegando no sono.

ainda fazendo um cafuné leve, você respondeu um "não mais do que eu." baixinho para não acordá-lo, dando um beijo na testa, se aninhando mais a ele e se entregando ao cansaço do dia e do conforto do abraço do seu marido.

mlist

LITTLE WOMEN (2022) - Oh In-joo & Choi Do-il

Last day intern with hawks sensei

# cw: <mha spoilers> post-final mha! izuku x gn!pro hero reader, izuku's 24/25 in the og time skip!! fluff!! kisses on the neck and shoulder

# wc: 611 words

after izuku had to give up one for everyone he realized that he could continue to talk, analyze and teach about quirks, of course it wasn't the same thing as being a hero, but he would still be in touch with this world he loves so much.

you followed this closely, studied with him and class 1-a, graduated with them and being one of his best friends, watched how he studied to be a teacher, you knew he was going to be an incredible teacher.

you also saw how the loss of one for all hit izuku, after all, it was his dream to become a pro hero along with his friends. the years without having much contact with his classmates were very hard, he understood that everyone was busy, including you.

but 4 years after high school, the situation changed.

you were closer than ever, even with your busy schedule. you went to his house to keep him company while he studied, went out with him to buy other all might collectibles, several trips to convenience stores to eat ramen after a day full of offenders and different quirks, you went to the movies on your day off... it was already to be expected that both you and him would develop at least one little crush, not to mention the previous years in ua, the two of you were attached.

as the months went by, their outings turned into romantic dates, which after a while turned into a dating proposal.

on izuku's first day as a teacher at ua, he was so, so nervous, his feeling of accomplishment, for being a teacher at the school where he studied, where his old teacher works, at one of the best hero schools in the country and the world, it was rewarding. your pride in seeing him happy with how eager and excited he was to start was almost overwhelming for you. even more so after he commented that several students recognized him from the big final fight with shigaraki, he became an inspiration for the younger ones just as all might was his inspiration.

when all might came up with the idea of raising money for tech equipment for izuku, you were one of the first to agree. everyone from 1-a helped with the fundraising, especially you and katsuki. it took years to save money and deposit it to make the armor.

on a particular day, after izuku had met dai on the street, you and all might went after him to talk, more toshinori than you, since he was his mentor. katsuki was inside a helicopter a few meters away from you. you had the suitcase where the armor was stored, made of high technology, the perfect design for your boyfriend.

"technology evolves just like quirks, take this to heart, kid. you've earned this power too, fair and square". his expression of shock, excitement and how he was moved by the gesture of the people he considers and loves was like a reward for all these years. seeing the person you love so much fulfilling their biggest dream is so touching, it's one of the most pleasant sensations to feel, being part of it is even more pleasant.

he thanked, first to toshinori, then to you, with a tight hug, his face hidden in your neck, small kisses being distributed between your neck, shoulder, jaw, cheek, until he reached your mouth. a calm, sweet and affectionate kiss.

"come on, deku!", katsuki, who was watching from afar, calls izuku to enter and leave for the destination where izuku, you and class 1-a would reunite once again to fight evil.

mlist

The master of puppets himself, the love letter to all the kids that were ever called 'freak.'

complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can’t remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn’t good enough for you but i’m not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can’t tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don’t ask me about my day. i miss you even though you’re in the next room. i wish we didn’t live together. i’ve never loved or resented anyone as much as i’ve loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?

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