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Craving Attention - Tamaki Amajiki

The floorboards creak under quiet steps. It's a sign that he's comfortable, because you know Tamaki to be able to slip around the house unheard, like a ghost dressed in well-worn cardigans and fuzzy socks.

He stops in the doorway, you can see him from the corner of your eye. Tamaki stays there, unmoving, and you wonder what he's up to as you flip the page.

You wonder if he thinks about the argument you had last week. More of a discussion, really, because you've noticed a pattern and Tamaki was reluctant to see it. You wonder if he's starting to realize you were right.

His head bops up and down, slowly, as if he's nodding to himself. You turn another page without having read a word, your focus now shifted onto the man just out of your reach.

You give him five minutes. Tamaki doesn't speak up once.

"What are you up to, love?" You ask then, smiling to yourself when he blushes.

"Nothing," he claims, leaning against the doorframe. "I was just wondering."

"About what?"

About your book," Tamaki claims, and you know he's lying, the burning red tips of his ears giving it away. "Is it good?"

"Fantastic," you claim, and he takes a step closer to you. You turn your head slightly to look at him. Tamaki's pouting, though he's trying his best not to show it.

"Yeah?" He leans against the backrest of the Couch, though even with all his weight, he doesn't manage to push it further into the room. "Would you-"

"Yes?"

He blushes. He looks away. You give him some time.

Finally, with furrowed brows and his lower lip tucked between his teeth, he slings himself over the backrest and drops into your lap.

"Pay attention to me? Please?"

You laugh, a little breathless from the impact. "All you had to do was ask."

-

A foot, wrapped in a fuzzy sock, nudges your leg.

"Yes?" You ask, your eyes on the words in front of you, though your focus is slipping.

"You're doing it again," Tamaki points out, stretching himself until his head fits under the book and he can blink up at you. "You're not paying attention to me."

You sigh in mock exasperation. "Who knew you could be so demanding?" You joke, but put the book away to kiss him. "I'm sorry I looked away from you for a second."

He pouts. "You can read," he claims. "I just thought-"

"No, don't doubt yourself." You wrap your arms around him and pull him close. "I love you. That stupid book can wait. My brain was just getting antsy, that's all."

"Mhm," Tamaki's quiet for a moment. "I mean, you could read to me, if you want. I like hearing your voice."

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Please please please i beg of you to make Sero head canons with a small mix of everything (I love him sm its sickening)

sero, who's the type to casually initiate physical affection—grabbing your hand out of nowhere while walking up a rocky hill, putting his head on your shoulders while sitting next to him, or leaning his arm across your shoulders like it’s second nature. he does it so naturally, so instinctively, that it doesn’t even feel like a gesture—just something that is so casual for him.

sero, who never lets anything go unnoticed. felt a cool breeze? he's already wrapping his jacket around you, even if you say you're fine. came home to find you passed out with your makeup still on? he’s gently wiping it off, knowing how much you care about your skin. noticed you're out of your favorite chips? he’s restocking without a word the next time he leaves the house.

sero, who never dims your light—not for a second. he could be having the worst day of his life, but if you walk in excited and glowing about something, he’ll match your energy without missing a beat. your joy is his joy, always.

sero, who brags about you constantly to his friends. “that mission? all them, i was just there for decoration,” or, “you’re struggling with that? ask them, they’re seriously the beeessstttt at it!” he finds any excuse to talk you up, like it's just a fact everyone should already know.

sero, who learned to make tiny origami animals with his tape. he’s not even sure when it started—just a little trick that turned into something more. now you find frogs and cats and birds left on your nightstand, each with a scribbled note underneath: made this just for you ღ

sero, who never pushes you or makes you feel overwhelmed. if you’re upset, he doesn’t ask a million questions. doesnt pressure you. he just shows up—snacks in hand, a quiet movie queued up—and sits beside you in silence. he waits, ever so caring, until you're ready to talk.

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Hear me out

"My first hear me out is..." Mina looks around as if waiting for applause... "Sero."

Jirou groans. Momo looks confused. Somewhere down the hallway, you hear a door creak. "I heard my name?" Sero calls from the living room, and Tooru sprints over to close the bedroom door with a loud snap.

"I thought we weren't supposed to pick our boyfriends?" You ask, blinking. "Wasn't that in the rules?"

"Ah," Mina shakes her head. "Let me have fun. I know you're all not into him."

"You think we're all not into him," Jirou jokes before holding off Mina's playful attacks with her earphone jacks. "My Hear Me Out is Yamada-Sensei. I'm sure he was hot when he was younger."

"That's wrong too," Tooru points out, "You're supposed to pick people that are hot now!"

Jirou blushes. "I said what I said. Leave me alone."

Ochako is next, followed by a rather unwilling Tsuyu. You're all giggling now and having fun, and as your turn draws closer, you can feel your anxiety give way to something a little wilder.

"My Hear Me Out," you hear yourself say, grinning, "is All Might. Now. He is kinda sexy, don't you think?"

Tooru giggles next to you, but Mina, Jirou and Momo have fallen silent, staring at a point behind you.

Surprised, you turn to find none other than Midoriya Izuku staring back at you, his cheeks the color of ripe tomatoes.

"Do they want something to eat or not?" Bakugo's voice rings out from the hallway, and Midoriya, steam rising from his ears, jumps back out of the room, the door falling close behind him.

After a second of painful silence, the girls erupt in laughter.

"I think you scared him for life," Tooru giggles.

You think so too.

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boyfriend!kirishima who makes you his whole personality — it's honestly sickening how obsessed he is with you, and he doesn't even try to hide it. every conversation circles back to you somehow.

boyfriend!kirishima who never misses a chance to call you beautiful, no matter where you are or what you're doing. you could be in pajamas with messy hair, brushing your teeth, or covered in food — and he's still looking at you like you're the most radiant thing he's ever seen.

boyfriend!kirishima who gets ridiculously excited when he finds something that reminds him of you. he’ll send you twenty-five blurry photos of a weird-shaped rock because “it kinda looks like your cat” and he’s already named it. it's now living on his shelf. it's part of the family.

boyfriend!kirishima who insists on carrying your bags, opening every door for you, holding your hand when you cross the street — even if it's just a parking lot. proving chivalry isn't dead.

boyfriend!kirishima who sends you gym selfies, but not just any selfies — specifically of his biceps, flexing hard, with a cheeky caption like “thinking of you 💪❤️” because he knows you love it (and he lives to impress you).

boyfriend!kirishima who, when ordering for you or talking about you in public, casually refers to you as his wife. “yeah, my wife would love the fries” or “oh, my wife showed me that!” and he doesn’t care if people correct him — you’re his forever in his heart, so why wait?

boyfriend!kirishima who’s never afraid to try anything you suggest. even if he’s deathly afraid of heights, if you say you want to skydive, he’s already booking it with trembling hands and saying “as long as i’m with you.”

boyfriend!kirishima who checks in regularly throughout the day. little texts like, “don’t forget to drink water, okay?” and “you’ve got this. i’m so proud of you.” he sends affirmations like they’re love notes, because he wants to be the voice in your head that reminds you you’re doing amazing.

boyfriend!kirishima who lets you talk his ear off about anything and everything. even when you think he’s distracted, he’s soaking up every word, remembering little details to bring up later just to see your face light up.

boyfriend!kirishima who always talks about the future like it’s already decided — you and him, together. “once we’re living together, we can get a dog?” “maybe we can paint our bedroom that color.” he never lets you forget that he sees you in every part of his life.

boyfriend!kirishima who makes you the sweetest, most thoughtful diy gifts. a jar full of reasons he loves you, all handwritten. matching bracelets he stayed up all night making because he wanted them to be perfect. things that take time, effort, and love — because that’s how he loves you: completely.

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you taught me a secret language i can't speak with anyone else

bakugo x reader

Something that should've annoyed him when you guys were friends instead pulled him closer to you.

Your talkative nature and ability to make a small idea turn into a ted talk was something he admired about you.

From talking to him about how awful your day was at school, to how you saw a squirrel give another squirrel a nut on your way home. It brought him a certain type of comfort he didn't know he needed.

He appreciated the way you knew when to speak.

Never in the middle of a lesson, or when someone else was talking. He especially enjoyed the little sparkle in your eyes when you looked to him with something you wanted to talk to him about later.

Once the person finished talking, you'd pull Bakugo away to go on your tangents.

As the two of you ate lunch together, his gaze locked on your face as he enjoyed his lunch. Watching as you spoke, his lips almost quirking into a smile as you raised your hand to cover your lips as you chewed your food. Making sure to be courteous when talking and eating, even if it was in front of your boyfriend.

Your eyebrows pinching in a confused expression as you asked him what he was looking at, your mouth still covered by your delicate hand.

Bakugo just shook his head as he told you to continue talking. Watching as you shrugged your shoulders and finally put your hand down to freely speak.

He knew all your little mannerisms, some you probably didn't even know you did.

Late after school, the both of you sitting together in his dorm room after eating dinner, his eyes locked on his laptop as he finished the last assignment of the week.

You knew he was busy and couldn't contribute much to the conversation so you didn't mind his lack of response, the short "mhm" and "oh yeah" being enough to satisfy you.

But as your story came to an end and your voice trickled to a stop, you sat in what you thought was an awkward silence.

Bakugo knew you loved talking, but you also did that to fill the empty silence. Your mind turning anxious as the quietness let your thoughts run free, your mind starting to get overwhelmed.

He saw your small quirks out of the corner of his eye, the way you fidgeted with your hands, twisting your fingers as your eyes darted around his room to look preoccupied, your brain trying to come up with something else to say.

As his fingers stopped typing, the clicking stopped leaving the two of you in dead silence. Making your mind race even more as you tried to come up with something to say fast.

Your chest started moving faster as your breathing quickened, your anxiety piling up as you tried to think of anything to say.

Something touching your hand snapped you out of your thoughts. The feeling of his warm hand connecting with yours in a soft grip as he typed with the other.

"What was that thing you were going to tell me about earlier?"

Your hand unconsciously tightened around his, "What? I thought I finished telling you everything," you said confused.

"You said you had news about your friend's boyfriend issues." Bakugo said nonchalantly, acting like he wasn't trying to soothe your overworking mind.

He watched as you looked deep in thought, your head scrambling as you looked through your memories. Before your eyes brightened and your smile got wider as you remembered.

Your voice breaking the silence and filling his ears with your recollection of earlier events.

He might've helped your anxiousness because he was being a good boyfriend, or maybe he just enjoyed the sound of your voice.

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Izuku sensei is so Clark Kent coded... ooough

UR SO RIGHT WHAT

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˚.🎀༘⋆ meet cute i. midoriya

meeting a cute boy at a bookstore ?? and he's kind ?? AND HE'S AN ADORABLE LITTLE NERD ??? sign me up

Walking through the aisles of the cute bookstore in your town, you gaze at the new releases before accidentally bumping into the muscular chest of a stranger, causing him to drop the books he was holding.

"I'm so sorry," you hurry, immediately squatting down to help the mysterious figure pick up his books.

"No, don't worry about it, I should've been looking where I was going," he laughs softly, causing you to look up at him.

Time seemed to stop as you looked at his freckled face, round glasses framing his eyes and fluffy green hair upon his head, perfectly matching his equally green eyes.

"Guess we're both finally at fault," you recover, handing him the books you had picked up as you both made your way to stand up straight.

"I'm Izuku," he introduces himself, eyes studying your face as if he was afraid he'd forget you if he wasn't careful.

"I'm Y/N," you reply, introducing yourself as well.

"What kind of genres do you like?" the handsome stranger boy asks, striking up a conversation with you. It was obvious he wanted to know you better.

You couldn't wait to tell this story to your kids.

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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

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she's a star !

denki kaminari x fem pop star!reader.

a/n: complete credit to @luvseraphh for the idea !! i went for the idea of a 2000's, pink-y popstar! hope you like it<3! s/n means singer name!

how he managed to bag you, he had no clue. he was constantly in awe of every outfit you wore, every way you styled your hair, and how stunning you looked despite having performed for an hour. he was at every single concert, always wearing some form of an 'i love my girlfriend' shirt. you swear you hear him screaming every lyric despite everything else.

denki was the most supportive boyfriend you could have, the most supportive you ever had. he matched your outfits in public, made sure you took time for yourself, and always promoted things for you.

you had just gotten off stage, cheers ringing throughout the crowded stadium. your hair practically begged to be let down. you went back to your small dressing area, looking over yourself in the mirror before a small knock sounded.

denki immediately rushed in, his arms wrapping around your waist. his kisses flew over every inch of your face. he squeezed you tightly before setting you down, a wide smile on his face.

"look at you, baby! you're so gorgeous. drop dead gorgeous," he practically cheered, "you did so good! i loved it, so much! now let's get home so i can love on you."

"thanks babe, you sounded great," you teased, referring to his loud cheering.

"right? we'll have to duet. can you imagine? prohero chargebolt and s/n!?" he nodded at his words, helping you collect your stuff before taking your hand, "a love song, obviously."

you nodded along with him, chuckling. you two checked over everything before leaving, paparazzi shouting both your names. flashing a few smiles and a few kisses on eachothers cheeks seemed to satisfy them.

"look at you, my dearest star." he teased, stepping into the car.

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Hiii if u don't mind :D

Can u write hawks x reader where is the reader is an artist, and hawks is their muse? Like they usually draw smtgh random around them but one day they saw hawks and maybe why not draw him cuz it was fun drawing his wings, but then it suddenly became what the reader always draw cuz they seem to see hawks alot lately ^^ (the ready never told him abt it or even talk to him before)

Thank uu, but i don't want to force anything, I love it writing smm hope u have a nice day n night ^^

The Muse

You never intended to have a muse. Your sketchbook had always been filled with fleeting moments—clouds shifting in the sky, the curve of a stranger’s hand, the way city lights reflected off puddles after the rain. You drew whatever caught your eye, whatever made your fingers itch to capture it in ink or charcoal.

And then you saw him.

The first time, it was in passing. A blur of crimson and gold against the pale morning sky, wings outstretched as he hovered above the city. Your hand, almost on instinct, traced the elegant sweep of his feathers in your sketchbook later that night. It had been a one-time thing, just another passing inspiration.

Until it wasn’t.

You began seeing him everywhere. Perched on rooftops, mid-flight against the setting sun, weaving through the busy skyline with effortless grace. And every time, your hand found its way back to your sketchbook, rendering him in strokes of graphite and ink, sometimes just his silhouette, other times the minute details of each feather, the sharp, confident curve of his grin.

You never spoke to him. Never approached. It wasn’t like you were stalking him—he was a pro hero, after all, a public figure constantly in motion. But somehow, your eyes always found him, and your fingers followed, capturing his presence over and over again. Your sketchbook, once filled with an assortment of subjects, had become something else entirely—pages upon pages of Hawks.

It wasn’t until one afternoon, tucked away in your favorite quiet corner of a small café, that everything changed.

You had been too absorbed in your latest sketch to notice the shadow that fell over your table. Too lost in perfecting the way his jacket shifted in the wind to hear the amused chuckle just above you.

“Y’know, most people just take pictures if they want to see me this often.”

Your pencil nearly snapped in half. Your heart followed, skipping several beats as you jolted upright, eyes meeting sharp amber ones. Hawks, standing right in front of you, wings folding behind him as he peered down at the open pages of your sketchbook—full of him.

You slapped the book shut so fast the air nearly whistled. “I—this isn’t—”

He grinned, tilting his head. “This isn’t what? A whole collection of my best angles?”

Heat burned your face. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “I just—”

He waved a hand, plopping into the chair across from you like this was the most natural thing in the world. “Relax, I’m flattered. I gotta say, you really capture my good side.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. No words came out.

He smirked, resting his chin on his hand. “So, are you gonna keep sneaking sketches, or should I start charging for the inspiration?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. He laughed, warm and teasing, and suddenly, you weren’t sure if having a muse was such a good idea after all.

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"no, wait, come back, please."

you turn your head as you hear the desperate plea from shinsou. he's in the bedroom, supposedly, hopefully, fully on his way to bed. otherwise, he'll have to face your wrath.

a few moments after his pleading you watch your cat saunter out of the bedroom. she looks miffed, her tail wagging in vicious beats before she plops down in front of you. in the bedroom, your husband whimpers and mock-cries perfomatively.

you shake your head before you pick up moldy cheese, your half-blind calico rescue. she mreeps but does not protest the placement in your arms. rather, she starts purring and headbutting your collarbone.

when you come into the bedroom, shinsou's sitting against the headboard, arms crossed and a deep scowl mixed with a rather pathetic pout.

"what's up with you two?" you ask, holding moldy cheese's paw in your hand as you sit down next to him.

"good, you're here." he says hoarsely before lifting his chin and looking away. "it's your fault."

"huh?" you snort, scratching her fluffy ears. they've always been so soft.

"yeah! you gifted me that new skincare."

"so?"

you raise an eyebrow as an amused smile plays on your lips, but shinsou juts his chin higher, furrows his brows deeper, "she doesn't recognize me now! i can't fall asleep without her on my chest..."

you coo at him as he flails his arms in sorrow. moldy cheese keeps purring as she settles further into your arms. shinsou groans in dismay.

"i dont smell like i usually do...." he says, devastated to learn the effects of his new moisturizer. you move around the bed and lie down so that your head is settled on him, and moldy cheese on top of you.

he lets out a long, dramatic exhale as he slumps further into the bed.

"better?"

"...yeah."

you laugh and reach out the hand that isn't busy petting your beloved cat to pet shinsou's head. he leans into the touch and lets out a satisfied sigh.

"she'll get used to it, i promise."

".....she better." he huffs, but you feel him settle down around you, a hand reaching over your shoulder to pet her back. they're both your most precious treasures, but they can be such babies.

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lion head

bakugo x reader

As kids you and Bakugo didn't get along very well, but you also didn't hate each other either. It was more of a mutual understanding of leaving each other alone.

But one day as the both of you were playing in the forest, Bakugo crouched as he stared at bugs. You hovered over him, your small shadow blocking his sun.

Looking up, the light formed a halo around you, "what do you want loser." Bakugo grumbled.

Silently you thrusted an abundance of dandelions into his face, urging him to take them.

"I don't want some stupid weeds." Bakugo said, still taking the flowers from your hand. Your smile making him blush as you continued to stare at him.

"They're not weeds they're dandelions!" Your little voice answered. "Same thing. Why do I have dandelions in my hand?"" He asked, his bored expression written all over his face as he wished to go back to more entertaining things, like bug watching.

You twiddled your fingers, "They remind me of you." Bakugo's face heated up at your words, "You calling me a weed!" He tried to say, hoping to pick a fight so you wouldn't notice his blush.

"No! They mean strength, and you're the strongest person I know. Plus you look like a lion head." You add, slightly ruining your cute speech.

"Tsk whatever" Bakugo looks off to the side, embarrassed. He scooted over, before patting the floor so you can sit next to him. The both of you not caring about dirtying your clothes.

Even though he didn't care to admit, while he talked to you about his cool bugs, the flowers never left his grip.

When he went home that evening he forced his mom to put them in a vase thinking they'd grow, making her put it in his room so he could look at it.

The flowers being a small motivation to work harder, so he'd always be the strongest person you'd know.

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Foster Home - 8. Teaser

Shinsou Hitoshi has been in and out of Foster Care ever since he got his Quirk. He's almost 17 now, has just recently transferred to Class 2-A, and is on his way to becoming a Proper Hero. Going back into Foster Care is the last thing he needs right now. Thankfully he's got you, his Foster Mom, his favorite teacher Aizawa Shouta and his best friends by his side.

Masterlist

Hitoshi’s half asleep on the way back home, overfed and overstimulated. He still needs to do his English homework when he gets home, and maybe start his project for Ethics Class, but right now all he can do is fight to keep his eyes open.

“Only two more weeks until training camp,” you tell him, maybe as a ploy to keep him awake. You’re surely not fit to carry him up from the car. 

“Hmm,” Hitoshi makes, feeling more like liquid than a solid person.

And then, it happens.

You make a weird sound, somewhere between a gasp and a curse and then you hit the brakes so hard the seatbelt almost strangles him.

“What happened?” Hitoshi gasps, immediately alert.

“Dog,” you press out, jumping out of the truck and slamming the door shut.

Hitoshi watches as you cross the street in front of the car, crouching low near the shrubbery on his right. He lets two cars pass before he follows you, not seeing what made you stop in the first place.

“In here,” you tell him, one hand stretched out as if you’re offering something.

For a while, nothing happens. Then, a little snout appears from beneath one of the thicker bushes, carefully sniffling your fingertips.

It takes the dog a while to deem you safe, allowing you to pet it. Enough time for Hitoshi to get a proper look at it. It’s small, barely the size of Rust, with matted fur that’s too dirty to tell the color. The eyes are mesmerizing though, big and grey and captivating, trusting way too easily.

“It’s a male,” you figure out on the way back to the car, the dog swaddled up in your Flannel Jacket. “Can you hold him while I drive?”

“Are we going to the vet?”

“Yeah,” you open his door first. “I’ll take you home right after if it takes longer. I know you want to start your homework.”

“It’s fine,” Hitoshi decides. “I want to know what happens to this guy first.”

-

“Name?” The vet’s assistant asks, holding her clipboard like a weapon.

“Mud,” Hitoshi’s eyes shoot over to you, relishing in the amused quiver of your lips. “The Third.”

“Alright. Let’s get Mud the Third checked out then.”

It’s only after a well-needed bath that they realize how well-fitting the name is. 

Mud’s a mutt, sharing at least some ancestry with either a pomeranian or a spitz, though his fur is a mix of different tones of brown.

He’s not chipped and in desperate need of an owner, it seems. It’s almost funny how Hitoshi doesn’t even have to ask you if you’re going to keep it. It’s a given.

Mud’s shy, curling up in the back of the box they get loaned from the vet. 

“You think the cats will like him?” Hitoshi asks as he carries Mud up. 

“We’ll see,” you shrug. “Let Mildew sniff him first. She’s usually more friendly with newcomers.”

But that idea dies instantly when you push the door open and Rust’s already standing there, her whole posture screaming defense.

Mud yips inside his box and to Hitoshi’s surprise, Rust responds in kind, though her voice is a lot more scratchy.

“Let him down,” you tell him quietly, opening the box when Hitoshi does so.

Rust’s inside the box before either of them has a chance to blink. Loud purring rings out from inside. 

“Well,” you point out unnecessarily. “Rust likes him.”

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bad day h. sero

in which sero helps cheer you up when he knows you're having a bad day !

notes might be a bit ooc , gn reader , fluff , comfort

you sniffle as you lay in the darkness of your dorm, trying to process the turmoil of emotions going on inside of you, when you hear a knock on the door. you wipe the tears from your eyes, getting up to answer it.

when opening the door, you see sero standing on the other side. he had a big cheesy grin and was holding a bag full of your favorite snacks, as well as his laptop in his hand.

"heard you were having a bit of a bad day and i figured you could use a bit of cheering up," he explained as you stepped to the side, allowing him entrance.

"yeah, today has been awful," you laugh softly in response, wiping away the tears that remained in your eyes. he made his way in, putting the items down on your bed.

"you wanna talk about it?" he asks, sitting down on your bed and patting the empty spot next to him.

"yeah, that sounds really nice," you reply, closing the door and sitting down next to him.

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Hanta

It is not easy to surprise Hanta.

He says it comes with the job, the vigilance and all, but you think he's just that nosy.

But it's not just getting him a present he'll not find or figure out within ten minutes of you thinking it up. It's sneaking up on him too.

How many times has he spotted you first? You've given counting by now.

But today, oh today, you've got the upper hand.

You had to take a detour on the way home, swinging by a drugstore for some period products - and getting sidetracked by the display for nail polish and perfume - and missed the train you usually take.

Knowing he'd worry, you texted him immediately before realizing you could take a different train and walk home from a train station a little bit further down the road.

And you hadn't thought much of it, until it hit you, phone in hand.

You'd be coming from a different direction. Hanta would technically be walking into your arms instead of the other way around.

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It's fun, watching him.

He swings his arms as he walks, and even though you can't hear him, you're pretty sure he's singing under his breath.

Hanta stops at a streetlamp. You squint to make out what he's doing, but you don't have to guess when he bends down low only to get back up again, a single dandelion pinched between his fingertips. He's smiling down at it before hiding his hand behind his back, probably expecting you to turn around the corner any minute.

And then he looks up and his eyes catch yours.

You squeal in surprise, regretting the fact you had not hidden behind something earlier, but it's too late.

Hanta rushes forward and the distance between you melts with every step.

"You!" He calls out accusingly before laughing, picking you up with one arm to spin you around. "How did you do that?"

"I'm a secret spy and you just didn't know!" You claim, breathless from laughter. "Also, I want my dandelion!"

Hanta snorts and tucks it behind your ear. "Very well. Did you learn anything interesting by observing me?"

"Yeah," you lean in to kiss him on the nose. "Figured out I love you."

"And here I thought you loved me before?" His arms are caging you in, his huge elbows like pillars holding you up. You rub your hands over them, watch his teasing smirk turn into something softer, gentler, more sincere.

"I did. But see, I found out I could love you even more."

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Amethyst Haze sneak peek!

heres a small sneak peek! :3 its shinsou and reader at an amusement park, finding a prize stall!

900 words!

There’s a stall with Pro Hero plushies lined behind a shooting range game. You stop to look, and Shinsou follows your eyes. There’s a big Deku plushie front and center, with other various heroes around him. He’s not sure which one you’re currently sending your warmest heart eyes to, but he chances a question, “you want any of them?” he tries to ask smoothly, but cringes inwardly at how flirtatious it might’ve come off. You lick your lip subconsciously and nod before you catch yourself. You clear your throat, “it’s uh, it’s a bit embarrassing,” you laugh and pull a few strands of hair behind your ear. He looks at you with a huff of a laugh, “you can’t be saying that now, can you, Brainwave Number One Fan?” he teases and the way your head whips towards him in surprise, your eyes twinkling before you let out the lightest, most relaxed laugh he’s heard from you all day and scold him mockingly, “you promised not to bring that up!” lightly punching his shoulder. He holds back from reaching out for the spot, seeing if you left behind any warmth on him. He stares at you, a love struck smile on his face for a moment too long.

He smirks at you then, “then tell me which one you want and I’ll get it for you.”

He’s not sure where the certainty comes from. While he’s confident enough in his aim, this is a bow and arrow type of shooting; it’s not exactly his forte. You hum as you look back and forth a few times, a playful smile on your lips that you try to hide behind a hand. Then you look at him resolutely, “you win and I’ll tell you.”

He puffs up his chest before he nods, “alright.” in a brave act of flirting on purpose, he takes off his cap and puts it on your head.

He doesn’t win anything and the owner of the stall barks out laugh after laugh at Shinsou’s attempts; they don’t even seem to be meant as mocking, she seems like she’s genuinely just having fun. Which makes Shinsou even more embarrassed. In an attempt to soothe him, you pat his back, “don’t mind,” you say to cheer him up and he slumps further. You giggle, “it’s okay. I’m sure some obscure eBay seller will have it,” you argue and turn to walk away. Shinsou clenches his fist and gives the woman one last determined look and another 500 yen coin for another three tries. The stall owner, called Byakuya, as you learned through small talks as Shinsou failed attempt after attempt, nods approvingly at the challenger and his renewed vigor, handing him four arrows instead of the allotted three. You clap excitedly and cheer him on, “you can do it!” you say with excitement, as you try to discreetly lean against the counter of the stall, dispersing your weight and hoping your cheers doesn’t sound too performative. Before coming across this stall, you’d agreed to sit down and try the churros that went viral a few months back. It’d been a good time to sit down and rest before continuing to walk around.

You have a feeling Shinsou might feel embarrassed about failing so many attempts, but you find it endearing in and of itself. You’re not sure the compliment would make him happy though, so you keep quiet, secretly packing away this moment in your heart to look at later with a fond smile. You hold back with all your might from lifting your hands to the cap on your head and pull it down to see if his scent lingers on it. That’d be too much for sure.

He reaches the last arrow with no success, and inhales deeply. Then, he turns to you and pushes the arrow in his hand toward you. You pause your supportive clapping to stare at him, a confused “ah?” leaving you at his movements. He looks to the ground, the tell-tale signs of an almost pout on his features. With furrowed brows he reluctantly speaks up, “bless it for me. With a kiss.”

Another “ah?” leaves you before you process his words, staring blankly at him. He thrusts it towards you again, still refusing to look up from the ground and there’s a heavy red tint to his cheeks that you can’t help but focus on.

Then you slowly walk towards it, looking at him all the same. In the back of your mind you hear Byakuya click her tongue about the hygiene of kissing the arrow. Even when you don’t reply, you register it and reach out with your fingers, pulling the hand with the arrow towards you.

Shinsou finally looks up and is immediately mesmerized by you. The cap’s too far down on your head, so he can’t see your face, your hair a mess underneath. Your lashes flutter as you blink nervously a few times, focused on the hand as you tentatively lick your lips. There’s a burning sensation where you’re touching him, and it takes everything in him to not pull away as if burned. It’s too much, too hot, all at once. It’s unbearably uncomfortable, yet he’s frozen on the spot, hoping it never stops.

He holds his breath when your lips close in on the arrow, but he chokes on the held breath when you continue past the arrow and lightly peck his knuckles. You linger there for a moment longer than necessary and Shinsou fights back the cough wanting to spill out when your eyes catches his through your lashes; what kind of killer move was this?

He then pulls away abruptly and looks away. He grumbles out a strained thank you and doesn’t notice the grin on Byakuya’s face. In the back of his mind is a hope that he isn’t recognized here, right now, since he was stupid enough to take off the cap.

He puts the arrow into position on the bow and inhales slowly, focusing his aim. He keeps looking for a moment longer, hoping and praying to God; any God at this point – he promises not to be picky if he wins – and then releases.

i hope you enjoyed this scene from a current disabled!reader fic im building. let me know if you'd like to be a vibe reader (more information here) and have a lovely evening <3

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ᯓ★ boyfriend hcs

boyfriend hcs i. midoriya

has a notebook full of notes on just you because he's a lil pookie bear

answers to you so fast when you text / call

probably has a special ringtone for you

his mom loves you

and your parents love him

gets you so many " just because " flowers

he'd get you boo baskets , brr baskets , easter baskets , baskets for literally every season and occasion

whenever you guys hang out he just rambles to you about all might or quirk theories or something nerdy like that

ik he's shy but i feel like when he got comfortable around you he'd be super sassy