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todoroki x gn reader

w/c: 1.2k

WARNINGS: cheating,, falling out of love,, mentions of deku x reader towards the end,, implied sex (nothing explicit) -- masterlist

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a/n: like with any other cheating fic i write, i do not believe any of your faves would cheat on you or do anything to purposefully hurt you. todoroki would absolutely adore you and be smitten by you and he would never ever in a million years actually cheat

‘he loves me,’ you said, a whisper falling from your lips, the weightless petal you plucked drifting to rest on the blades of grass cushioning your legs below. 

shoto used to tell you he loved you nearly every day. keyword: used to. now you could barely remember the last time you had heard those words from him. in fact, the most recent time he told you he loved you was probably a month ago. whether he truly did or not was still up for debate.

. . . 

his arms snaked around your waist, head tucked into your neck, his body swaying to the calm beat of the music, and yours swaying as a result of his. a pan with pancakes on it was sizzling calmly in front of you two as he embraced you in total bliss. kisses trailed from below your ear to your lower neck, leaving a scorching heat behind, a testimony of his love. 

the heat had started becoming uncomfortable and unbearable. you wanted to get out of his grasp as soon as possible and soothe your skin with some ice to cool it down. neck sizzling in unison with the pan. 

‘i love you,’ he whispers, muffled into your neck with an air of finality, the heat dying down with his cool breath, before he unlatches his arms from you and moves away.

you finally felt as though you could breathe again.

. . .                    

‘he loves me not,’ another petal falls to its demise, waiting to decay and decompose, back into the soil it flourished from.

. . .

shoto and you just had another argument about him coming late. recently he had been taking on more and more shifts and had been coming home alarmingly late. you understood that being a hero was an important and taxing job, but he needed to take care of himself as well, and rest. you were only getting more and more worried, especially when bruises started popping up all over his body, purple and angry. 

you pleaded with him to take a break, to take some time off and spend it with you. the home you two had worked so hard to build was becoming colder and lonelier by the day. it no longer felt like home to you. 

shoto no longer felt like home to you.

his touch was seldom felt by your aching skin, and now it felt completely foreign to you; unfamiliar. the calluses on his palms were like graters on your skin causing you discomfort and the left side of his body brought you nothing but chills, the coldness seeping in from his body heat. 

but he refused. instead calling you selfish and spitting insults at you. insults that still feel like bullets to your fragile heart, that left gaping holes in your chest. 

he went out that day, to cool off, leaving you on the kitchen floor by yourself, your chest heaving inconsolably and tears running down your face. 

he found you on the floor when he came back hours later, face puffy and swollen, tear tracks now dried. he felt his heart ache looking at you, a pang in his chest, guilt finally hitting him like a tonne of bricks. 

he knelt on the floor and picked you up, kissing your forehead and gently tucking you into your shared bed. he frowned seeing you barely react to his touch and seeing the lack of life in your eyes. as he walked off to the en suite bathroom, you couldn't help but notice the fruity scent trailing behind him.  

that night, when all was quiet and still, when your sobs had finally died out, again, after hugging your pillow for comfort, you could’ve sworn hearing todoroki moan someone else’s name in his sleep. someone that most certainly was not you.

. . .  

‘he loves me,’ you say defeatedly. there was no point in playing silly little games. 

todoroki didn’t love you anymore, and you debated whether he ever did. 

there was once a time where the two of you were happy. you laughed together, messed around together, loved together. but not anymore. tears start to resurface remembering the time you two once had, when you were seemingly in love. 

those days were long gone. he barely even looked at you nowadays. 

. . . 

‘he loves me not,’ with a barely audible sigh, the last petal leaves your grasp and joins the rest on their deathbed below. you knew this was coming, but your heart still screeched in pain. 

a soft, sad smile graces your features as you get up to return to your lonely, shared apartment. he never loved you, you think to yourself. never did and never will. you were merely a habit, something he’d gotten used to having around.

. . . 

todoroki came home that night incredibly late, hoping you were still asleep. with bite marks adorning his neck like proud battle wounds, wings scratched onto his back, his hair tousled as though he just fell from heaven. he let out a sigh of relief upon finding you nowhere in sight; you had probably gone to bed, tired of waiting for him. 

he failed to realise how empty the house was. even after eating your leftovers, and going through the nightly routine you had helped him put into place. something felt off, but todoroki couldn't quite place his finger on it. he blamed it all on his exhaustion. 

he slips into the other side of the bed, quietly, not wanting to disturb you. it wasn't until the cold sheets uncomfortably scratched his sore back, did he turn to his side, to face you, only to see nothing but a stack of pillows, replacing where you should've been. 

jumping out of bed he runs to your wardrobe, only realising now how barren it was, with your side all emptied out. why didn't he notice sooner?

his phone beeps loudly and he rushes to it, hoping to see a message from you. his body turns to stone when he sees an ‘i had fun tonight xxx’ instead. he didn't bother to read the follow up messages.

. . . 

you stare at the 15 missed calls and 23 messages on your phone with tears in your eyes. you heave and a sorrowful sob leaves your lips at the thought of someone you had loved with your entire being, lying to you so effortlessly. 

you knew he had not been faithful to you. you knew but you refused to believe it, choosing to act as though nothing was wrong. but the hickey’s started getting darker and more prominent and todoroki had started staying out later, not even bothering to let you know he was going to be home late. you even saw the messages one day when he carelessly left his phone unlocked on the nightstand. 

a figure envelopes you in a hug, his scarred hand sifting through your hair and the other rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. burying your face in his neck you cry even louder, snot and tears soaking his t-shirt. he only holds you tighter, not letting you go until your tears stopped and your wobbling smile resurfaced. anything for a friend, the figure thinks, his heart burning and aching for you. 

after indulging in the warmth of several other bodies todoroki now realises how cold he truly feels without you next to him. nothing could compare to the feeling of you pressed up against him. no-one could compare to you.

todoroki realised he loves you, a little too late. 

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Of all the ugly parts;

Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader

warnings: descriptions of self-loathing and general insecurities - let me know if i missed anything tho! wordcount: 1.3k content: vent piece, genderneutral reader, happy ending, mild angst, hurt/comfort, character study, healthy communication, fluff, mentions of a wedding but like not as a plot point!

notes: this is honestly just a vent piece! i’m not entirely sure what the entire point of it was but i relate deeply to sakusa on some levels and he was a good outlet for some emotions! this is the first time i’ve written for him tho, so i hope i did him justice! thank you for reading!

”No one likes when you’re in that mood.”

He doesn’t, either.

“You should practice becoming more palatable to the world.”

He thinks so, too.

Sakusa isn’t a stranger to negative comments about him – he learned to brush them off at an early age, deciding his own comfort came before anyone else’s and that he’d meet the right people one day.

And meet the right people? He did – as he thinks about how the MSBY Jackals all treat him well and with love despite his uglier parts and he thinks about you, grumpy and sleepy in the bed next to him before he goes for mornings runs.

But sometimes he explodes. He explodes and collapses in on himself and even the people who treat him with such love and care gets caught in the downfall and he isn’t a stranger to see the hurt flash in your eyes when he reacts outwardly and hits you with venom.

It wasn’t even your fault, really. He’d gotten a call from his mother earlier that day, already clouding up his mind with irritableness and the experience of an itch he wanted to scratch to blood. It’s game season but practice had gone like shit, none of his hits making any sense and he needed to do way more penalty dives than he thought was necessary for a pro volleyball player.

So when he got home and you’d emptied his dishwasher for him but put the forks and spoons in the wrong place, he couldn’t hold back the bile that’d been steadily growing in his esophagus throughout the entire day and spat it out right onto your own, unsuspecting face.

It’s not fair.

It’s not fair that he met you and you made him think he was anywhere near worthy of your love. It’s not fair to you that he’s so difficult and spoiled and narcissistic and has a tendency to spiral into this gooey, dark mess of a person.

So here he is, by the riverbank, reconsidering every life choice he’s ever made and reminded of all the angry, disappointed sentences thrown at him when he was younger and suddenly he realizes something,

They were all right about him.

He clicks his tongue and fists his hand into the grass beneath him, only then realizing that he’s willingly placed himself on the ground. Him, on the ground.

He does a breathing exercise – one that you taught him, seven in, hold for six and nine out- it’s supposed to help, right?

“You’re doing great,”

He’s thrown out of his concentration by the warmth of your voice next to him, the gentleness in your voice so easily spotted and so easily embracing him – he’s relaxing his shoulders instantly.

“My boss yelled at me today,” you start, situating yourself comfortably on the grass, “but then at lunch, it was Margot’s birthday. She pulled me aside after the cake and told me our boss is full of crap,” you laugh and Sakusa realizes what you’re doing, “I also met a dog after I got out of the supermarket! I was allowed to pet it and it was so nice, wanted to lick my face so bad.”

You reach out a hand tentatively towards his, “how was your day?”

Sakusa sighs and retracts his hand from the grass. He ignores his own grimace at the action,

“I’m not a good person.”

You hum and place both your hands on your lap, “and I’m not… easy, or lovable. I wasn’t a lovable single and I am definitely not a lovable boyfriend.”

For a while you don’t say anything and Sakusa’s not sure what else to tell you.

“The first time we met, you told me I smelled like shit.”

Sakusa winces and while he’ll never admit it, he’s currently fighting to hold back tears – keep them behind his lash line and safely stored away. Letting them drop was not an option, “and the second time we met you asked Komori why he’d brought me.”

You laugh at these memories and Sakusa wants to yell – he wants to get up and scream at the top of his lungs that you need to leave him, that he didn’t turn into the palatable adult everyone wanted him to become and that his intricate made-up rules is clearly affecting how this relationship is going to go, how you deserve someone so much better, but then you add, “but the third time we met was on the crowded train, where you noticed my panic attack. You got me out of the train and helped me calm down and then you walked me home.”

“Remember the fourth?” you ask after a moment of silence and dumbfounded, he can only shake his head, still unable to look directly at you, “you came to my place the day after with some snacks and a Ghibli movie, telling me how Whisper of the Heart always makes you feel like it’s going to be okay. You’d spent 45 minutes in the convenience store choosing snacks because you didn’t know which I liked,”

You sigh out and a nostalgic smile graces your features, your lips reaching your eyes at this point. Sakusa’s always loved that smile. “The other day you made me a cup of tea when I stressed about that meeting and you didn’t even reprimand me for not rinsing my plate after dinner. Yesterday, you didn’t come after me for not hanging my towel on the rack to the left of the sink.”

You reach for his hand again and this time, though with a flinch, he lets you take it. He notices how warm it is compared to his and he thinks he must’ve sat out here for a while before you came after him. You always did know how to handle his outbursts. Give him time to cool down and then talk,

“I love you, Kiyoomi. I don’t want you to change – not for anyone but especially not for me. I fell in love with the Omi who gags at public toilets and groans loudly when I even think about skipping a shower for being too tired. I fell in love with the Omi who has a very valid need to have things a certain way, who offers me some structure in my own life just by upholding his own. I fell in love with the Omi who motivates me to do better, to be better, because he’s such a wonderful and deeply lovable person that sometimes I can’t even wrap my head around it. And Omi?” you squeeze his hand and he finally gathers the courage to raise his head – albeit only a little.

“I also fell in love with the Omi who lets me into his space so openly, who makes room for me and happily obliges for cuddles when I’m needy, who’s attentive to my needs and makes me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. Who takes care of me and loves me despite my own flaws.”

You lean in and rest your forehead against his, “flaws are something we all have and I don’t love you despite your ugly parts, I love you with them.”

There’s silence as Sakusa processes your words, overwhelmed by the sheer sincerity he felt in your voice.

“I kinda went on a rant, sorry.”

He laughs then, laughs hoarsely and squeezes your hand back. It’s not until you reach up to wipe a tear from his cheek that he realizes that he failed in holding them back, letting out another nervous laugh, “those sounded like wedding vows,” he jokes and you smile mischievously, “it was really good too! Maybe I should write it down for the future,” you joke and a blush creeps up to his ears at the implications of your words. You lean in and gently give him a peck on his lips, “you’re allowed to react outwardly, that doesn’t make you a bad person. You can’t scare me away with you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Let’s go home.”

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chaos screaming, chaos dreaming — [tendou satori]

♤ wc: 1352 ♤ a/n: was written with like an apartment in mind but honestly that detail is more or less irrelevant so :3 also KOIRIKIRI IS BACK BABYYY >:333 also huge thank you to @xnchxntmxnt for editing! i appreciate you sm <3 ♤ tw/cw: post-break up, angst, food mention (brief), very ooc

you couldn’t remember the last time you truly felt happy. 

no, that’s a lie. because you do remember — and you’d probably always remember — but it hurts to. you couldn’t stop the memories from pooling in the tears welling up in your eyes. pulling the blankets over your head, you buried your face into your pillow and cried. again. like you have for the last two weeks. day after day. 

your body still remembered his touch, his gentleness. your heart still remembered his love. your eyes still remembered his smile. your lips still remembered his kisses. your ears still remembered his voice. again. like they did for the last two weeks. day after day…

humming, who’s humming? you looked around, searching for the source of the melody you’ve come to know so well. a flash of red, disappearing as soon as you noticed it. 

“tori?” you suppressed a laugh, “come on, i know it’s you.” 

gentle hands covered your eyes, a warm presence behind you. “guess who~?” the mystery person sang. 

“tendou satori,” you said confidently, putting your hands on his wrists, “the love of my life.”

“correct! it’s me!” he turned you around so that you’d be facing him, “but i’m the love of your life?”

your smile dropped temporarily as you playfully glared at him. “no, toshi is. have you seen him?” you looked around him for the ushijima that wasn’t there for good measure. it was only when you decided that he had been pouting for long enough that you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling yourself to him, and breathed, a smile tugging once more at your lips, “yes, silly. you’re the love of my life.”

his face broke out in a wide smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, but what he said next was lost in the folds of your memory.

your eyelids fluttered open, blinking groggily to shake the lingering sleep from them. “sh-t…” you muttered, turning onto your back, your forearm against your eyes. a few straggling tears slipped down from the corners of your eyes as you laid there for a while. not that dream again.

there was a knock on your door. 

you held your breath. what bad timing, you thought. maybe if you didn’t answer, maybe if you made it seem like no one was home, they would leave. a moment passed and they knocked again. you hesitated, stalling, waiting for them to leave. another knock, but it was more urgent this time. your name was called through the pounding of the door. your breath hitched. 

you knew this voice. 

finally, you crawled from under the blankets of your bed and shuffled to the door, praying that you were wrong, that you had hallucinated the whole thing, that if anything it was another salesman trying to sell you his product. you opened the door partially and peeked through. 

“Y/N! oh… y/n… have you been crying?” his voice broke, eyes softening at your pitiful state. you could tell he was struggling, from the way his arms reached toward you and flinched back to his side again, to decide if it would be allowable for him to take you in his arms and whisper that everything was going to be okay like he used to. so you rubbed at your eyes and shook your head, a sniffle unfortunately saying quite the opposite.

“tor- tendou. what are you doing here?”

he was taken aback, as if he’d been asking himself the same thing on his way here. 

a moment passed and you both stood there, silent, watching the other. your heart slammed against your chest, pounding at your rib cage like some monster demanding to be let out. you were still trying to process that he was here, at your door, but you forced a cool stare. it was all you could muster at this point.

“i think your smile when it reaches your eyes is the most beautiful,” he said at last, deflecting the question, the words falling from his mouth by habit. he lifted a finger to your cheek, but you backed away.

“tendou…” you sighed, turning your head away, “you broke up with me, remember?” you tried to close the door, but he was quicker, slamming his foot in the shrinking crack to keep the door open. you couldn’t ignore the pang in your chest, the glimmer of hope blinking ever so brightly in your heart. 

“y/n,” he pleaded, “just hear me out?” his red hair laid flat against his forehead and he looked at you with his sad crimson eyes, the darkness of his eye bags a startling deep purple. “i’ll try to make it worth your time.”

you opened the door again, wider this time, but stood in the doorway so that he couldn’t see how pathetic you’ve been. you were acutely aware of the empty ramen cups lying on top of the drawer by your bed and littered all across the floor. no, you had to show him that you weren’t as hurt as you actually were. you had to prove that you were okay, that you could do just fine without him… right?

“can i come in?”

you faltered. yes, your body screamed, please. but you shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, “just say what you have to out here.” blunt and painful. you grimaced.

oh how you hated this. 

he stared at you but helplessly nodded, “okay. i understand.”

he looked down at his shoes. your eyes followed and it took everything for you not to gasp. 

he wasn’t wearing any. 

his socks were muddied and soiled. a roar of thunder boomed, reminding you of the happening storm. your gaze trailed back up to his face, stopping at his soaked through shirt and the water that dripped from the strands of his hair. 

“actually, wait here,” you directed, “let me get you a towel,” and let the door close. 

he obeyed, sheepishly rubbing his foot against the other’s ankle. when you returned, you handed him two towels — warm — they were just in the dryer after all. the small one he used to dry his hair and the other wrapped around his shoulders.

“where are your shoes?” 

“ah… must’ve lost them in the rain.”

“sandals?”

he nodded, awkwardly avoiding your eyes. you shrugged, pretending not to care.

“anyways, you were saying?” you were nervous — insanely nervous. you crossed your arms and uncrossed them again, letting them hang at your side before you eventually decided to keep them crossed again. 

clearing his throat, he opened his mouth but closed it again, unsure of what to say. you stared at him expectantly.

“para- no, y/n…” he wrung his hands together, “i can’t do this.”

“you can’t do what?”

“i can’t be away from you.” his answer was timid, quiet, so faint that you shouldn’t have heard it, but you did. loud and clear.

you opened your mouth to speak but he didn’t give you a chance to.

“i couldn’t get you out of my head. you’ve never even been to my house but everything there reminds me of you. the letters, the plates. and when i thought about you moving on and finding another person… i… i hated it. i hated the thought of it. i don’t want to be replaced. and i don’t want anyone to replace you. everything we did together, everything we could do together, i want it to be with you. i only want you.”

he paused to smile bitterly.

“i thought that by breaking up with you, i’d let you be free and that i wouldn’t chain you here. your dreams, i have no right to take them away from you, but please…”

tears blurred your vision and you hoped he couldn’t tell that you were close to crying again, to giving in. focusing on the light above you, you willed them not to fall, to push through just a few more minutes.

“you feel like home, y/n. like my… my paradise.”

you choked back a sob.

“i can’t lose that. can we… try us again?”

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Good For Each Other 

Suna x fem!reader

warnings- cursing, alcohol

word count- 1.1k

The music was so loud you couldn't hear yourself think, you stood in the corner nursing your drink. Your brothers had begged you to come to this party with them. "Come on Y/N! It'll be fun we promise!" Atsumu had said while you stood in the twins doorway. they had also said they were going to stay by your side, but disappeared to who knows where as soon as they walked through the entrance of the party.

They probably went with the rest of their friends, not even paying mind to the fact they dragged the third triplet with them. There was one person who noticed you. Suna Rintaro had his eyes on you the moment you walked in. He watched the twins leave your side and wander off. He wanted to go to you so bad, but he was stuck in conversation with Kita. "Go. you haven't been paying attention to me anyway" Looking at Kita in shock, Rin just chuckled, "You noticed huh?" "who wouldn't? youre lucky her brothers aren't paying attention or they'd pounce on you." the white haired male stated while hiding his smirk behind his solo cup. Suna pushed away the wall he was leaning on and started to make his way across the drunken filled house to you. Looking up from your spot in the corner, you saw the fox eyed male a few feet away from you. bringing your cup up to your lips you smiled into it, you didn't expect Suna to come to you especially with how over protective your brothers are. "Hey y/n, why don't you come to the backyard with me? It's calmer outside." he asked as he reached your side. "Actually im quite comfortable here." you chided. "that's bullshit and you know it," he laughed as you slumped your head onto his shoulder, "yeah youre right, I just dont want to be a bother, you looked like you were enjoying yourself. You dont need to rescue me." he moved your head from his shoulder and put a finger under you chin moving you to make eye contact with him. "I wanted to," he whispered as he leaned down to put his forehead against yours. He wanted to kiss you so bad, but as you got closer to him, he pulled away. "Come on lets go." *its just the alcohol in her system, she doesn't actually like me back* he thought as he guided you through the house to the back door by your waist. This action didn't go unnoticed by your brothers, who just now remembered that you had come with them.

The cool air hit your face as Rin opened the back door, sobering you up instantly. A chill ran down your body causing you to subconsciously rub your arms. Next thing you knew, a jacket was being dropped around your shoulders, "here, you can use this." Suna said as he gripped your shoulders in a loving manner. "thank you" you said as you pulled your arms through the jacket and pulled it tighter around your body. He lead you over to the porch swing and sat down, holding his hand out to you. taking it, he pulled you not onto the swing, but into his lap. "whoa, Rin" He only chuckled at your response as you situated yourself to be more comfortable. You both sat in silence, enjoying the evening air, with the party music muffled behind you. Suna had one arm around your waist, securing you so you wouldn't fall, and the other on your back rubbing soothing circles while your head rested on his shoulder. You heard him take a deep sigh, "what's wrong Rinnie?" you question pulling your head up to look at him. you couldn't tell if the gleam of his eyes was due to the liquor or something else. He smiled as he buried his face in your neck, "yeah I'm fine Y/n, just have something on my mind" "do you want to talk about it? Im all ears for you." lifting his head, he continued, "yeah actually." Leaving the silence, signaling him to go on, which he did. “There’s been something that I’ve been meaning to say to you, but it’s been difficult due to your brothers,” "well my brothers are a pain in the ass a lot of the time so I understand." squeezing your waist, he went on, "Y/n, I really like you, actually I think I love you..." gasping you tried to turn around fully to look at him. Suna saw this and decided to stand you both up. "Suna! what?!?" a slight flash of hurt crossed his face, "wait wait, no! not a bad thing, I think I love you too! Its just this wasnt how I saw this going" Smiling at you he laughed, "I know, I wasnt planning on this either but you sitting in my lap, the peaceful night, it was all just perfect and I needed to say something. So what do you say, will you be my girlfriend?" thanks to the liquid courage in your system, you gave him his answer in the form of a kiss. He stumbled back a little but but regained his balance, put his hands on your waist and kissed you back with just as much passion. The first kiss was sloppy but full of love that you both have been hiding from each other.

Unbeknownst to you, Atsumu, Osamu and even Kita had seen this happen. "that bastard!!" "atsumu shut up," "No! 'Samu! Suna just kissed our sister! Suna out of all people! why couldnt she fall for Kita or something!" That earned him two slaps, one for his twin and the other from Kita. "let them be Atsumu, they're happy, plus I dont think Suna will do anything to hurt her, he literally left our conversation earlier to make sure she was ok, because you two idiots left her alone." putting his hands on his hips, Kita looked at the twins in disapproval, while they rubbed the back of their necks. Before they could speak again Kita turned back towards where you and Suna were now back on the swing, "plus, they're good for each other, let them be for tonight, you can speak to them tomorrow." and with that Kita dragged the twins away.

After the kiss Suna had put you both back on the swing for a little while longer. you had both decided that you were going to leave the party, but just wanted to wait a few more minutes to sober up. " so when are we going to tell my brothers? you had asked while playing with his hand, "hopefully never," after the look you gave him, Rin retracted his statement, "kidding, kidding, well tell them later. Lets just go for now, ill take you home ok?" Smiling at him you both enjoyed the rest of your evening, before Atsumu decided to follow you home trying to get Suna away from you.

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Some gojo fluff to recover☁️💙

✦ gojo is obsessed with the way your hands intertwine and fit against his. your fingers fit perfectly into the gaps between his and to him this just further proves that you two were made for eachother

✦ he loves holding your hand because it acts like an anchor to him. the comfortable weight of your hand in his is just enough to keep him steady and afloat. he feels grounded by your touch, incapable of drowning

✦ one thing he loves even more than holding your hands is playing with your hand and your fingers. gojo can get really fiddly sometimes so when he's not holding your hand he's playing with your fingers, or gently caressing the back of your hand with his own

✦ gojo always seems to be touching you in one way or another, he seriously can't get enough of you and to be frank, he doesn't think he ever will. he's greedy when it comes to you and you always leave him wanting more and more of you and your love

✦ when you're in public an arm is always wrapped around you, whether it's around your waist, pressing you into his side, or around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. sometimes, it's both, and although it's quite impractical you just laugh off gojo's neediness and let him guide you while you're huddled into his warmth

✦ another thing about gojo is his complete disregard for setting and time. you best believe he's pulling you into his lap and snuggling into your neck no matter where you are or who you're with. he just loves being close to you and being able to breathe in your delicious scent

✦ he just finds so much comfort in you and he really can't help himself sometimes. whenever he's feeling sad or upset he just dives into your arms and has you hold him tightly, while stroking his hair. he trusts you to such an extent he knows that he can be vulnerable with you and really open up to you

✦ you know not to prod or push him too much so instead you comfort him through touch and through cuddles and let him open up to you in his own time and on his own terms. and when he does tell you whats bothering him you give him moral support and verbal comfort

✦ gojo really is so lucky to have you and he does everything he can to make sure that you know you're loved and appreciated by him, and that you always will be

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[mrskodzuken]

"He who catches a falling star, oh heartless man..."

Redrew Kenma as the wizard Howl from the 2004 Hayao Miyazaki film, Howl's Moving Castle, for @arlertslove's Studio Ghibli collab. (Screencap references under the cut.) tagging @hanayanetwork @hqlabels @tokyometronetwork

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[alienaiver]

Tiramisu ice cream

Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader - birthday fic!

warnings: none! wordcount: 1.3k words content: birthday fic, fluff, confessions, friends to lovers, getting together, timeskip, pro hero! shinsou and reader, it’s simply pure fluff birthday fic for best boy!, this isn’t beta-read btw i wrote it in 1 hour and then ran here to put it on here for yall to see, sorry for any mistakes!

notes: it’s shinsous birthday! as you all are very well aware of i am entirely off my rockers when it comes to my beautiful boy....... but i have been BUSYBUSY so this is all i can give him<3 i hope you enjoy giving him a birthday kiss or two hehe!!!

”Why didn’t you tell me that it’s your birthday?”

You’re following Shinsou around the store, trailing behind him as he calmly fills up the basket with the needed ingredients for tonight’s dinner. ”I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it – can’t I just want to have a nice dinner with my best friend tonight?” he asks and you feel the tension roll off of him in waves – you suspect it’s due to him wanting a no-big-deal birthday evening but what you don’t know is that the tension is from his fear of rejection – he didn’t want you to know it’s his birthday because a) he dislikes the day and b) he’d thought about confessing to you today, to make the day about something other than what it already is – but he didn’t want you to know that, didn’t want to make you feel pressured to accept his feelings. So when Midoriya had spilled the beans at the office today, he’d cringed and even found himself denying his birthday, as if you’d fall for that (he’s not surprised if Midoriya did it on purpose).

You’d waited an hour for him at the office after your own shift ended so you could go grocery shopping together for tonight. You’re picky and Shinsou knows that, wants to involve you in the process of tonight’s dinner as much as possible to make it a success – he’d used the approval of their winter holiday request as the excuse for this… celebration yet the truth had come out (though, didn’t it always slip through the cracks when it came to you?)

Shinsou hears you hum behind him as he hopes you decide to let it go – maybe he could ask that as his birthday present? You not pushing this subject. He’s about to ask you which mayonnaise you’d prefer when you gasp dramatically behind him. He turns around and sees you bent over the small railing for store-bought cakes. You look at him with stars in your eyes, “can we get one? Please?” he laughs at you while shaking his head. Before he can turn it down and tell you he’s got ice cream at home for tonight – tiramisu ice cream – you already pout and lift a finger at him, “I promise to not be mad about the birthday thing if you agree!”

 Now that’s an interesting proposal. Shinsou doesn’t like when you’re mad at him – guilt always consumes him and gives him stomach aches. Even though you’ve only known each other for eight months, you’ve become closer than Shinsou’s ever tried with another human being before – it’s taken him two whole months to accept his feelings for you and lots and lots of annoying therapy-like conversations with Midoriya and Iida. So he sighs and raises the basket towards you, motioning for you to put a cake into it. You do a victory dance that Shinsou feels lucky to laugh at as you pick out which cake looks the best – when you’re done grocery shopping you each go home, him to prepare dinner and get ready and you to get ready at your own place. After patrols you’d both appreciate a shower.

  It’s 6.30PM and you ring his doorbell – not before doing one or two breathing exercises mind you, trying to calm your nerves. You’d thought about confessing to him today, telling him how you feel – if he rejects you, you just hope he’ll continue to be your friend. He’d planned this as an excuse to celebrate your holiday approval and it’d been the perfect opportunity, right? But then you found out it was his birthday – his birthday! Of all things! You possibly can’t take the shine away from such an important date, imagine if he doesn’t feel the same – then he’d have to handle rejecting you on his birthday! No thank you, you’ve decided. He doesn’t deserve to handle that on his special day.

 He opens the door and you can see the way he lights up and how a smile grows on his face as he sees you – you feel your cheeks heating up at being looked at with that much excitement – it’s situations like these that are the ones you’ve been tallying in your mind and helped making you decide it’d be safe to confess. You lean in for a hug and he squeezes you tight, giving you his usual peck on the cheek – you’ve often found yourself wishing you had the courage to turn your head and make him hit your lips just to see what’d happen.

  You cough into your arm as he’s rinsing the last plate of soap, waiting for him to hand it to you so that you can dry it off and put it back on the shelf. Shinsou’s animatedly talking about the new episode in The Kardashians – sharing an apartment with Kaminari for a year really did damage to his brain and now he’s addicted to certain… reality-shows. He’s not invested outside of the show but invested enough to follow along as he watches it. You laugh and put the plate on the shelf. When you turn back around, you’re caught off guard by the intense look he’s harboring, staring at your form – it takes him fully three more seconds to realize that you’ve turned back around and he composes himself and smiles at you, “there’s actually… something I have to talk to you about.”

 You inhale sharply and straighten up your back, the intensity he uses on the battlefield evident in his voice. He raises an arm, “don’t worry it’s nothing big!”

 You try to visibly relax but it’s mostly for show, still unsure what he’s acting like that for. You try to smile at him and he jumps up on the kitchen counter, motioning you to do the same next to him. You sit there a little while, both backs leaning against the backsplash. You’re about to ask him, inquire and maybe help him open up when he clears his throat and grabs your hand from the counter, refusing to meet your eyes, “what I’m about to say might… change how you look at me – or how you even want us to be but…”

 Your heartrate picks up and you have a feeling about where he’s going with this – you’re afraid you’re conceited though and he’s about to say something entirely different. In a rush of adrenaline you let out a weird, half-whine, half-scream to make him stop talking. He turns to you with a raised eyebrow and finally looks at you. You notice the pink tint to his cheeks and hold back a laugh. You take in a deep breath before you squeeze his hand reassuringly and slowly lean forward – he seems frozen in place though his eyes never stop moving. They flick from your eyes to your lips down to where your hands are connected and back to your lips – right before your lips reaches his, you notice how he hurriedly closes his eyes upon contact, making you smile into the kiss.

 He whines when you pull back and follows you, making you kiss again. You don’t hold back your laugh this time, especially not when he buries his head into your neck with a small chuckle of his own, “that was a…” you lick your lips, “…birthday kiss.”

 You feel him tense and you smile, deciding that you shouldn’t tease him like this anymore. “I love you, Shinsou. I wanted to be the first one to say it, I’m sorry I’m selfish on your birthday.”

 He draws in a breath and openly scents your neck, kissing it gently, almost with no pressure. There are a few beats of silence as he quietly enjoys the closeness that you’re both encompassed in before you clear your throat. He retreats, ever so slowly, and kisses you again, his hand traveling to cup the back of your head. This time, it’s you who’s whining into the kiss from the sheer pressure of it and you feel him suck in a breath through his nose, “you’re killing me,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours, “thank you for this birthday present.”

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[sapphicshav]

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while you two lay on your backs watching the clouds pass by, he only hears children playing in the distance, a soft breeze weaving through the trees and your gentle voice. the sun shines down on your skin, making it gleam in the sun's rays, and atsumu's attention is entirely concentrated on you.

" remember the day we first met? " he utters breaking the comfortable silence. " how could i forget the day you spiked a volley ball in my face tsumu ", you responded in a snarky tone. his eyes widen as he pouts in annoyance. " it wasn't my fault y/n! ", he states in a remorseful tone with his arms folded over his sculpted pecs.

you giggle in response to his cute behaviour while he rolls his eyes and sulks in his usual childish manner. you remember that day as if it was yesterday. you were looking for your brother, aran ojiro, who was supposedly in the sports hall. it didn't help at the time that you were quite new to the school at the time, so you didn't know what to expect when you opened the door. what you didn't know is that, miya atsumu, was practicing his spikes just as you were entering the gymnasium to meet your brother. the ball came flying towards the centre of your face sending you crashing to the ground, all your notes and stationery spewed around your fallen figure.

" that was an amazing spike though y/n " he flexes giving you a cheeky, expecting you to forgive him. you kiss your in response. you turn to face him, your left arm forming a triangle to support your head as you lie on your side. "you're so beautiful, atsumu", you whisper.

for a few moments, he is astonished and speechless. "do you think 'm pretty, baby?". you respond with a genuine nod. your love, kindness and attentiveness make him feel like he loved unconditionally. he's never felt anything so. lovely and pleasurable before. he leans forward and kisses you in the lips, a kiss so soft and deep you can't help but slip your tongue. " i love you so much, y/n", he gazes into your eyes holding your cheek in the palm of his hands, his thumb lightly caressing your smooth skin.

"i love you too, atsumu"

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