Part One.

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Falling from a tree

. . .And whether they'd catch you

I'm in need of a bit of a pick me up, so returning to my roots of stupid headcanon lists with a romantic twist-ish... <33 I'll get to important stuff soon but I am just so tired these days. I hope it's okay have a nice day everyone :(( 🌸

Prompt: It appears you have climbed up a tree but aren't sure how to get back down. A scary situation, indeed. Don't worry, though! Your hero has arrived to save you! Just jump, and they'll catch you! ...Maybe.

Genre: Nonsense + sprinkles of fluff

Including: Kaeya, Xiao, Bennett, Tartaglia, Diluc, Arataki Itto, Scaramouche

Warning: You're jumping off a tree, mentions of injury, Scaramouche is not nice

Kaeya takes the opportunity to be a prince. He catches you bridal style and says something corny about how in love with him you must be. He walks away but doesn't put you down. Instead, striking up a conversation about why you were in that tree in the first place.

Xiao probably gives you a heart attack. You're quick to listen when he tells you to jump, knowing Xiao would never let you get hurt. However, instead of just standing like a normal person, he uses his elemental skill, teleporting and dashing with you seconds before you hit the ground. Physically, you are unharmed. So, mission success?

Bennett tries his best. When you jump for him, he catches you. ...Mostly. He isn't steady enough, and your sudden added weight causes him to fall. His head hits the ground, and he's out cold for a few minutes. You end up carrying him home.

Tartaglia is overconfident. "Don't worry, babe!" he repeatedly insists, "I've got this!" You look down at him. His stance is perfect, and his arms are outstretched. You jump, shutting your eyes. "I've got you! I've got you!" he says, and you collide with the earth a yard away.

Diluc is a silent hero. He catches you just fine but isn't sure what to do afterward. He does not hold people very often, and it is the catalyst for some embarrassing thoughts. He sets you down, and you thank him. He contemplates trying his luck but decides against it, instead advising you to always bring a ladder.

Arataki Itto is way too strong. He rips the tree out of the ground He plucks you right out of the air as you fall, tosses you over his shoulder like a ragdoll, and simply keeps walking wherever he was headed before this, leaving you dazed and confused.

Scaramouche promises he'll catch you. You have your reservations, but he implores you to trust him. Finally, you cave to his reassurance, and you jump. Scaramouche immediately turns to go home, and you hurt your leg.

JJK BOYS’ WHEN YOU CALL THEM BY THEIR LAST NAME !

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ft. itadori, fushiguro, gojo, nanami, inumaki, junpei x gn!reader

wc. 0.6k

genre. fluff

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ITADORI YUJI — POUTY. think he’s done something wrong or something to make you angry, so he subtly acts more affectionate throughout the day, makes sure not to piss you off in any way, etc - and you have to hold back your laughter all the while. yuji isn’t the type to be confrontational about but if you do decide to keep up the act for a while, he’ll nervously ask you later on - “are you mad at me?” - he looks like he might cry with those puppy dog eyes of his, please tell him it’s a prank and shower him in affection as an apology <3

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: bakugou katsuki and todoroki shoto

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a repost from my old blog

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

You were too angry at him to speak right now, and Bakugou would not leave your room until you’d finally gave in and spoke.

“Come on you idiot, stop being so damn stubborn. I’m not leaving this room until your dumbass speaks to me.” You kept scrolling through your phone, stubborn as ever. Normally Bakugou loved the way you didn’t back down, but this was getting on his last nerve today. Reaching over, he snatched your phone from your hand, glaring at you. You sat there frozen for a moment before looking up at him furiously.

“Katsuki.” Your voice was cold, and your eyes narrowed in on him the way they did on an opponent. He furrowed his eyebrows, shocked at your tone. Absolutely not. He would not stand for this. Either you’d say his name the usual sweet way, or you’d call him babe. Those were your only options.

“No. If you’re not gonna say my name nicely you don’t get to say it at all. Now try again, say it with more love this time, otherwise I’ll light up your phone,” he said sternly, dangling your phone in his hands to emphasize his point. You crossed your arms glaring at him before turning away stubbornly, still unwilling to give in. Suddenly, he smirked, shrugging at you. “Okay, if you wanna be a stubborn brat that’s up to you.” Plopping himself on top of you, he wormed his way under your crossed arms and laid his head on your chest, trying to put as much weight as he possibly could on you.

“Katsuki!” You screamed at him angrily. Another smirk.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head. “I didn’t like that tone either. Try one more time.” You closed your eyes, breathing deeply before looking at him unimpressed.

“I am not happy with you.”

“And I said I’m sorry. And I even said it nicely this time. Not ‘half assed’ like you always complain.”

“And I said sorry wouldn’t cut it this time.”

“And I said you’re being too stubborn.”

“Katsuki,” this time your tone was exasperated. Once again, his face displayed his usual cockiness, and had it not been so adorable, you’d have smacked it.

“See that’s better, but it’s still not perfect. Try one more time, you’ll get it eventually. In the meantime, I’ll get comfortable.” True to his word, he shifted so he could lay more comfortably, head burrowing deeper into your chest while his arms wrapped around your torso. You sighed, giving in and carding a hand through his wild locks. Looking at you with a triumphant look, he pointed at a blanket at the foot of your bed. “Cover me in the blanket too while your at it babe.” You were so sick of him. Absolutely over him and his antics. But before you could stop yourself, you reached over and lay the blanket over your boyfriend’s body, making sure he was thoroughly covered.

“Is that good enough for your liking?” He nodded, satisfied with your compliance.

“Yeah I guess. But you’re still being shitty and not saying my name correctly, so get back to practicing that. Don’t get discouraged if you can’t get the hang of it, not everyone can be as fast as me.” Oh you’d kill him. But since he looked so cozy, and you didn’t get to really be the one who held him often, you decided just this once, you’d cave. You sighed deeply once more before rolling your eyes.

“Okay fine. I love you Katsuki. Was that better?”

“Sure, I’ll take it. I say your name better though, but I guess I love you too.”

“No you don’t, you just grumble it.”

“And that’s why you’re dumb as shit because clearly I say your name with a lot more love than you do.”

“No you do not.”

“Yeah I do, and I call you babe more often too.”

“Whatever Katsuki, I’m still mad at you.” Shrugging, he lay his head back on your chest and relaxed onto your body.

“You’re always mad about something y/n. Might as well be me so I’m the only thing on your mind.” Finally, you snorted, shaking your head. Leaning down, you kissed his forehead, making him grin. It would probably be his turn to be mad at you tomorrow anyway, so you decided to bask in his affections while you could.

✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

Todoroki wasn’t quite sure how to handle your current mood right now. He wasn’t the best at reading people’s emotions, let alone dealing with them, but it was evident that you were upset, and worse, you were upset with him. He stared at your figure as you looked at him expectantly, arms crossed.

“Y/n, why are you mad? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me,” you boyfriend reasoned. But you were too angry to be reasonable, so you continued to be stubborn.

“If I have to spell it out for you, then you’re not gonna be able to fix it.” Frowning, he looked at you blankly, confused as to what he could’ve done to make you this upset. He reached over for your hand, but you snatched it away, death glaring him.

“Shoto, go away.” Slowly, he pouted at your tone, it was stern and cold, and he didn’t like it.

“Why… why did you say my name like that?” You glared at him, and Todoroki pouted even deeper. Your heart swelled at the sight, and before you knew it, you weren’t so angry anymore. But still, you didn’t want to give in too quickly.

“Because I’m clearly not happy with you right now Shoto.” Once again, you said his name venomously. This made his face scrunch up, almost making you laugh at his expression.

“Y/n, I’m sure I can fix it. But say my name the way you usually do,” he insisted. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he furrowed his.

“And how do I usually say it?”

“Not like that.”

“I’m saying it the way I always do.”

“No you’re not, you don’t usually say it like this.”

“Then like what Shoto?” He looked at you, blinking for a moment, contemplating.

“Well that time was a bit nicer, but still not like usual.” Finally, you gave in, giggling at how he was so effortlessly adorable. Holding an arm out, you motioned for him to come over. He looked at you confused, but made his way to you nonetheless, sinking into your hold as you wrapped yourself around him.

“You’re so cute Shoto.” Hugging you, Todoroki’s head met the crook of your neck as you played with his hair.

“You said it like usual again, does that mean you’re not mad?” Laughing, you nodded. He relaxed into your embrace, squeezing your figure gently.

“Yeah, I’m not mad anymore.”

“That was quick. How’d I fix it, I didn’t even do anything yet.” Rubbing his back, you smiled at him as he brought his head out of your neck to look at you.

“You were just being really cute is all.” He was still uncertain about what exactly happened, but he nodded anyway.

“Okay, I don’t really get it, but you’ll say my name nicely now right?” Pecking his lips, you nodded, chuckling once more at his confusion.

“Yeah, I’ll say your name nicely now.”

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Tokyo Revengers: Flashing Scenes #1

────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──────── Loss (Shinichiro Sano x Fem. Reader)

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The sea was brimming with the shades smudged up on it by the dull sun hanging over the sad New Year sky.

It had been two years. Two years since the last time Mikey saw this very sun rose up from the east with his people. His people. It was a precious collection of faces that could burn up his soul even when this life had turn it into ashes.

Time... it was beautiful with them.

"Are you missing them too, Taiyaki-san?" mumbled Mikey to his beloved fish-shaped cookie. "Are they missing me too...? I wonder whether Kenchin is doing good or not these days. Because... last night, Emma requested me to check up on him. But you know, I just could not..."

"...why so?"

Came a voice and Mikey frowned.

"You can speak Taiyaki-san?" he said. For a second he thought, with extreme bewilderment, that it was his beloved cookie who asked the question out of his sentence.

However, when Mikey heard the same voice giggle at his foolish words, it became clear to him that it wasn't the case as he pronounced.

For when he turned his head slightly to his left, he found a female leaning against the wharf on which he was sitting beside the ocean port.

She turned her face towards him and Mikey watched the cruel January winds ruffling its fingers past through her (h/c) tresses.

"Such a beautiful morning, isn't it, Mikey?" said the female, smiling a warm smile. "Such a beautiful season to miss your loved ones."

"Who are you?" Mikey asked with the frown settled on his lips deepening.

Exactly.

Who was she?

Coming out of nowhere.

Calling him by his name.

But it seemed, as though she was not in the mood to answer his question as she parted her lips to speak again.

"Shinichiro always used to say that one must always sway away from meddling with the evil. Because it's consuming. The evil. It's treacherous. It came in the night to creep up your chest. To cut through your fibres. To make home inside your heart."

'Huh? Is she delusional?' Mikey thought and said, "what do you mean by this?"

"You know very well already, Mikey."

No he don't.

And how dare she call his name in the same manner his late brother used to say.

"He won't be happy to see you like this, Mikey. All this blood and violence, he never approved of this style and I don't think so that he ever wanted his little brother to engage himself with such things too."

She tilted her head. Her (e/c) orbs took to gaze into his own black ones and Mikey felt them peering deep inside his tattered soul.

"It's been so long..." she mumbled and tore her irises away to look up at the hazy winter sky.

"Let all those who left you live through your sufferings, Mikey. But don't let the void their absence created being filled with anything but sweet memories you made with them... okay?"

The female leaned away from the wharf and took to rummage her hand inside her bag. From inside it, she pulled out a pack of Dorayaki and placed it before him.

"Happy New Year, young Sano. May this year bring you back to warmth."

And, she raised her hand. Brought it closer towards his face so her fingers could grace his cold skin.

The touch...

It was like she just dusted off all of his bad corners.

How could someone who you only met could feel so much like home?

"Who are you?" Mikey asked. This time hoping that she would reply. But all he got in return was her sweet smile.

"Ask your brother," the (h/c) haired female said. "He will tell you about me." And with this, she turned to leave.

But in the process, Mikey caught a hold of a glinting necklace that stayed hanging to her neck.

He knew this necklace...

In his memories. He had seen it in them.

And, he felt, images pouring before his eyes. He felt them carrying him away.

Away... to that day.

"Woah! This is so beautiful, big bro! Can I have it?" Emma chimed. Her eyes shining with admiration as she sat, looking down at a quiet simple floral necklace.

"What are you talking about?" Shinichiro said, looking over his shoulder.

He jumped, the moment he noticed what Emma was referring. Jogging to her, he tried to take the necklace but she hid it behind her back.

"Uh! Emma! Give it back to big bro— from where you found it?"

"It just fell from your pocket," said Emma. "Now, can I have it, please? It's so pretty." She requested. Batting her lashes innocently but Shinichiro shook his head. With a soft face he said, "I will buy you another, Emma. One more prettier than this, okay?"

"No! I want this one!"

"Understand it, Emma," Shinichiro panicked, watching Emma being ready to unleash her stubborn side.

"Pwease, big bro—"

"—Emma, I said I'll buy you another—"

"And as you can see, this is the live footage of two Sanos fighting over a cheap necklace. Behaving like irrational donkeys like always—"

"MIKEY!!"

Now he could see it...

She was there...

There behind Shinichiro's panicky face. There behind his "I might be late for lunch todays."

She was there. That day. She was the one yelling at him for getting into the meaningless fights over the telephone line.

She was his...

"Who's Gourmet Cream, Shinichiro?"

I remember asking him. I remember him choking over his soup. I remember him snatching his phone and blushing for straight one hour.

"Come inside, (f/n)," said Wakasa with tears strolling down his face. "Shin needs you to put his soul to rest..."

She was there.

There outside the church.

Playing hide-and-seek with the shadows. Mourning with the tunes played by her cracking heart.

Her knuckles... they were all white.

Because she was clutching onto that floral necklace so hard. It was as if... as if it was whispering something to her.

As if it was the only thread stringing life into her.

I remember her.

She was big bro's twenty-first proposal and his only yes.

Heh!

And she was his Gourmet Cream.

So, Shinichiro, does that mean that she is broken from the same place as I am?

Does she have this same wound.

The wound which I call....

loss?

you are the sun (and all that i bask in)

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, arataki itto, gorou x gender neutral reader

word count - 3549

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + blurbs

warnings - kissing, skinship, sharing a bed, vague spoiler for dain's identity, consensual waking with kisses

summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)

a/n - this is my submission for @xiaosmoon's valentines collab for the 7th day prompt: good morning kisses! :) it's also my first post in a while (i'm a lil rusty on writing so forgive me if i don't make sense in some parts aaa), and i just wanted to say thank you all for the neverending support and love i receive on this blog despite my inactivity, it means the world to me :) i hope you enjoy the post! <3

diluc—☆

there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening

it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)

good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his

he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you

his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.

diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.

but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just "five more minutes" and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.

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kaeya—☆

kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses

morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze

there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs

just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun

dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.

gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: you were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.

with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.

he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.

finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.

but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.

albedo—☆

waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming

he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds

but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey

albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.

albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.

"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.

he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.

childe/tartaglia—☆

should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later

but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil

try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen

because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it

even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right

childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.

but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.

it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, he is putty in your hands.

he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.

but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.

his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).

you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.

zhongli—☆

zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life

one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon

there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage

you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.

the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.

now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.

yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.

xiao—☆

sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater

so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep

and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer

with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater

"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly

your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.

"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."

years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.

crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.

xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.

kaedehara kazuha—☆

kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he

the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it

but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire

guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.

the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.

a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.

your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.

kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.

scaramouche—☆

it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep

it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems

but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own

even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck

"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."

he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.

"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.

yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."

silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.

"is that why you hold my hand?"

you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.

"no, i hold it because i love you."

he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.

dainsleif—☆

he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count

the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time

but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold

until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun

he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.

your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.

you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.

thoma—☆

thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain

which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work

but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon

thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.

"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.

you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.

arataki itto—☆

itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice

this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep

you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and maybe a few pillow fights

but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face

you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky "wakey wakey, sunshine!" into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.

plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.

before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.

but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.

gorou—☆

he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection

but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears

part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything

he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.

gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt light and airy). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.

if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.

date published: february 7th, 2022

OPERATION: BACK TO TEYVAT.

let’s introduce you to our love interests, shall we?

credits : i couldn’t find diluc’s artist. kaeya: @/nikult_ on twt. i couldn’t find childe’s artist. zhongli: @/mob110119 on twt. venti & ganyu: shohje on twt. albedo: @/waternaeng on twt. ei: @Lallah_ on reddit. lumine: @/2dasu_ on twt. jean: official birthday art by hoyoverse. ningguang: @/kurisucurry on twt. ayaka: @/yaminsoup on twt.

MASTERLIST.

— CAST MEMBERS:

the teyvat residents. (male ver.)

extra male interests:

xiao — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.

thoma — the barista at your local coffee shop.

kazuha — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.

itto — the music enthusiast at your local music store.

gorou — the volunteer at your local adoption shelter.

— FUN FACTS:

all of the male interests live in the same house, but on different levels. [level one consists of Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Itto. level two consists of the rest of the guys.]

the male interests refuse to have anyone else cook besides from Childe and Thoma. [emphasis on thoma.]

the male interests’ house is across the street of reader’s house.

all male interests were supposed to share the bills but it ended up Diluc and Childe paying for almost all of it.

albedo has the biggest room + the basement because he’s working on trying to bring all characters back to teyvat, and possibly take you with them.

itto almost always gets lost on his way home, that’s why there’s a rule to never leave itto alone when he goes out, it is also one of the reasons why he’s always at the music store, it’s close to the coffee shop thoma works at.

currently, half of the male interests are considered idols. there’s two groups (DCKZ & 4NEMO) and one solo idol (albedo).

the teyvat residents. (fem ver.)

extra female interests:

kokomi — the seashell-collecting girl at your beach.

sara — the new girl at your job.

yae miko — the teasing regular at your job.

beidou — the girl you met during an outing with friends.

eula — the sophisticated girl that lives next door.

— FUN FACTS:

liyuebrand is a business both ningguang and ganyu own. although, most of the female interests help in creating clothing for women.

ayaka owns her own business called “kamisatoarts” which consists of her paintings commissions and owns an art supply store with the same name.

the female interests’ home is way more clean and organized than the male interests. Unlike the boys, the girls actually succeed in sharing to pay the bills.

the female interests’ house is right beside yours, making you and the girls neighbours. you can sometimes see ningguang sun-bathing or lumine and ayaka eating outside.

Ei is the only idol/celebrity besides from Ganyu (model). Ei is an idol managed by Yae Miko in the background.

Ei is the only one banned from the kitchen, because the last time she was in the kitchen, their kitchen knifes ended up on the ceiling and their cutting boards were all wrecked, with a burnt chicken as the centrepiece of the whole mess.

the female interests prefer staying in your world rather than teyvat, but will never admit it.

taglist : (bold text means I can’t tag you!)

@kayden-rma | @nyantodamax145 | @ladylapize | @strwbrrymlku | @beta12121 | @kaijindesu100 | @rayonfirethe2nd | @stillsuckatkorean | @softspectre | @aesoaps

💭; about us: valentine's day.

synopsis: love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me more (in other words, what they say to you in game)

!! : masterlist.

pairings: childe, diluc, itto, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao x gn!reader (separate)

category: fluff, voice line + slight character interaction scenarios

warnings: they might be slightly ooc (bc LMAO IM RUSTY AT WRITING)

notes: thought i was sane enough to not do a valentine's day post bc of the amount of work due for school but ig not then.

CHILDE — "most joyous valentine's day, comrade! say, what if you and i- '...' no, no as much as i'd like to spar with you, a little geo birdie told me that today is about spending time with your lover. so that's what i'm intending to do! we could go for a walk around the harbor, have a nice dinner date, anything you wish. though make sure not to let your guard down!"

DILUC — "happy valentine's day. would you care to join me at dawn winery for the evening? it's been a while since we've last played a game of chess or rather have had a good moment to ourselves. '...' wonderful. i look forwards to our time together, dearest (y/n)."

ITTO — "as the head honcho of the Arataki Gang, would you do me the pleasures of uh- going on a date with me? '...' whew! great i can drop the fancy talk now. let's roll! i've planned a day of relaxation for the two of us and of course, a beetle fight at 6 where i plan to win both your affection and a big feast! haha! it'll be great!"

KAZUHA — “oh, (y/n). just the person i was looking for. i was hoping that we could spend the day together. if you have the time of course. '...' great! shall we get going then? i've found the most wonderful spot to gaze up at the sky in and perhaps i'll even let you in on the new haiku i've been working on. '...' telling you it now would spoil the surprise, would it not? hmm... though i'll let you know that it does feature a very special someone"

THOMA — “happy valentine’s day, (y/n)! i was wondering if you had a moment to spare. i have a little picnic planned for the two of us cooked by yours truly. and don’t worry about my duties. m’lady said i could have a rest day. ‘...’ no need to pay me back! what kind of lover would i be if i didn’t set something up? ‘…’ heh c’mon!"

XIAO — "here. qixing flowers. '...' tsk don't act so shocked. it's custom for mortals to give gifts to their loved ones on this day, is it not? '...' hmph if you do not like them then i would not mind taking it back. '...' you.. like… *he clears his throat* i'm not one to indulge in such.. mortal leisures but i suppose if it's for you, then it is bearable."

MHA/BNHA boys react to you: wearing another pros merch?!?!

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Parings: Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader, Katsuki Bakugo X Fem!Reader, Shoto Todoroki X Fem!Reader, Kirishima Eijiro X Fem!Reader, Denki Kaminari X Fem!Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Fem!Reader, Keigo (Hawks) Takami X Fem!Reader.

Note: New to writing on tumblr so might not be the best, but I’ll get better promise ya. Btw they’re aged up to their 20’s.

Cw: suggestive but no actual smut yk, fluff, possessiveness, insecurities, jealousy, angst? No not really, swearing. think that’s it.

Masterlist

He was very very confused

Why were you wearing another pros merch?

He got slightly insecure abt it too

Did you not love him as much anymore? Did you not like the merch he gave you? Did you it like his stuff at all?

He tried not to stare at the Ingenium T-Shirt for too long, other wise me was sure he’d tear up and the last thing he needed was for you too see him cry

He don’t want to me that boyfriend— making it seem like the only thing your aloud to us are things that involve him

But why were you wearing this when you have a whole collection of Deku merch?

It was nagging at him really terribly, he just wants an answer, it wasn’t like he though you might have a thing for Iida… right?

You didn’t right?

You love him right!

That’s when he gave into his thoughs

“Why’re you wearing an Ingenium Hoodie?”

Great now you’ll thing he’s annoying and clingy

He didn’t expect for you to giggle at his pink flushed face

That only made him feel even worse

We’re you about to tell him because you love him? Because he’s you’re new favorite hero? Because he’s no longer the No. 1 in your heart?

He couldn’t handle that not a little bit

“‘Zuku, honey. Look at me.”

He didn’t even notice he had looked away from your beautiful eyes, but he looked back as soon as he heard you calm him

“The reason why I’m wearing this, is because all of my Deku merch is dirty and I needed to wash it. I just threw in the first hoodie I saw. No need to be upsets love.”

Ah, that made him feel so much better

But he also felt silly— getting jealous over something as simple as a hoodie

But he loved you so it justifies enough!!

The rest of the day you two just lounged around the house playing board games— you won most of them where he won all the ones that required a strategy… so he didn’t win to much…

But one again not his fault!!

He was just to busy staring at the gorgeous win he’s able to call his wife (that’s you yes you you gorgeous being)

He was pissed!!

Outraged!!!

Another word for angry!!

He comes home from a hard day at work, kicking ass, ready to just cuddle up to his wife and watch actions movies… AND HE SEES YOU WEARING ANOTHER HERO’S SWEATER!?!?!?

And to make matters worse worse it’s a DEKU SWEATER!?!

He was seething

You could pretty much see him foaming at the mouth

“The fuckin’ hell are you doing wearing that damn nerds merch!!”

As yes, death is one of the plausible chooses rn

You knew he was pissed when he closed the door without locking it— especially since he prides your safety so much

”U-uhm… I, I was just cold Kat—“

“Than wear my merch!! Not this stupid thing— why do you have this anyways!?!?”

When did you get this thing again?

And why did you have it??

Good he was so heated he wanted to go to the nerds place and bash his face in!!

He bought you pretty much every piece of his merch that came out when it came out

So why wear the nerds stuff?

His merch was clean, he knows because he wished it all yesterday and hung it in your closet…

Oh

“You little vixen.”

In barley a second the sweater was torn off of your body and you were left bare in front of your husband

“K-Katsuki—“

“Don’t ‘Katsuki’ me. You did this to yourself by being a bitch, so now you’ll get fucked like one, that’s why you wore his merch right? To piss me off?”

Silence

“Stay quiet then, you won’t be for long.”

Uhm… I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination-

He’s the one that doesn’t even really notice, nor care

It’s just a hoodie no big deal

It’s not not your walking around kissing Dynamite

Your just wearing his merchandise to support him and he thinks it’s nice of you

But then he saw you were naked underneath that for some reason made him uneasy

You never just walk around in nothing, whether it’s just a pair of shorts and a bra you’re never just naked…

Not even in his merch

What’s so special about Bakugo’s merch, huh?

Is it softer than his?

Smell nicer?

So you like him more?

“… Y/n why are you wearing Bakugo’s merch and not mine?”

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, it slipped!

He just wanted to think it but his mind and mouth had a difference of opinion

You looked at him confused, head tilted to the side as you sat on the slinger next to him

“What do you mean Sho?”

“You always wear my merch, no matter the day seems like. But now you’re wearing his merch, and your naked?”

You understood now, he was jealous

It wasn’t often your duel-haired husband was jealous— he barley showed any emotions at all

So it was quiet funny when you see he’s upsets over something as measly as a hoodie

“Shoto I threw this hoodie in so I could come downstairs and cook with you. I wanted to get down quickly before you left that’s all.”

He’s never felt so much relief wash over him than in that moment

You weren’t in love with Dynamite then

Good

After that the both of you made breakfast, throwing flour at each other getting it stuck in your hair, smearing Pancake batter on his face, then taking a shower together that was filled with kissed and love… making him 30 minutes late

Oh boy

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

He immediately tried to rip it off

It shocked you to your core

Kiri was never this aggressive when it came to what you wore

He never made you change or anything, he was your hype man, boasting about how hot you would look no matter how little you tried

But something snapped inside of him when he say you rocking the Shoto merch… he hated it

The redhead’s never been the possessive type

At all

But the way the crop-top hugged your curves and his name was was sitting comfortably on your chest

Where he lies his head after a hard days work?

Nope, he hated it

“Eiji baby!! What are you doing?!?!”

He paused

What was he doing?

He never broke out into a jealous rage like that…

Oh my god he was becoming Bakugo-

“I’m so sorry Little one! I don’t know what came over me— I— please forgive me!”

He scared himself with how he pretty much attacked your shirt

He just hated the way his name was Branded across your chest… the one for him to cuddle into, the one he got to kiss, the mounds he got it bite love marks on…

Had Shoto’s name on them

“I… I was jealous… I’m sorry..”

You’d be angry he ruined your shirt if he wasn’t so damn cute!!

It’s only the first time he’s done this, so you’ll let it slid

It wasn’t that big of a deal to you anyways, now you had an excuse to wear another piece of his merch out again

“There’s no need to be jealous Ei, I’m yours and you’re mine.”

You calmed him down with a soft kiss to the lips, making his knees go weak at how you treated him so sweetly

“All mine?”

He knew the answer, but asking didn’t hurt— just to make sure

“All yours.”

“Good~”

He took you out to a drive in movie theater, where you two cuddled up in soft blankets with popcorn and nachos enjoying each other’s company

He got all pouty about it

He kept pawing at the hoodie like that was your sure sign to take the thing off

But sadly you didn’t which made him pout more

… ok maybe you were teasing him— but you could help it he’s so fucking cute!!

“Babyyyy!! Wear my merch please, you look so much better in yellow than purpleee”

He didn’t like how the Suneater merch looked in you… no matter how much your titties bounced around and made him drool he hated it!!

You knew he was jealous, he tried very little to hide it

But at least listen to him!!

You’re man loves you so seeing you in purple instead of yellow makes him sad :(((

“Why Kami? Do I look bad?”

He recoiled so much at the words “bad” and “you” in the same sentence

Isn’t that like a grammatical error or something?

He immediately started to compliment you

Saying how you look like a living goddess to where the purple hoodie with Amajiki’s face on it hides your curves from his perverted- I mean loving view

“No no no! You never look bad spark plug— i just think my stuff brings out your eyes more, tho they are really, really pretty…”

He stopped talking for a moment to just stare into your eyes, getting lost in the beauty of them

“Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are.”

“Yes Kam many times my love.”

He nodded, completely forgetting what he was upset about

Oh yeah… that hoodie

He started whining, telling you— begging you to put his hoodie on instead of that

You finally comply to his wishes, throwing the purple fabric over your head and getting comfortable his the ChargeBolt hoodie

Which happens to be one of your favorite merch pieces might I add

Then you two sit on the couch and play Mario-Kart, shouting and pushing each other to make the other ness up or fall off the edge

He won a game and you jumped on him bc he had cheated, pulling him into a passionate kiss that made him sigh in content

“Was that a punishment or a reward? Because one or the other I’ll take all day any day.”

He was so goofy, but you’ve always loved that about him

Anxiety

That’s all

✨anxiety✨

He was scared you didn’t love him any more and that’s why you were proudly wearing Hawks merch

What was so special about it?

Did you not like what he got you? Was it not to your liking?

You noticed he seemed a lot more fidgety than usual, so you quickly took his hand in yours, rubbing gentle circles along his pale skin

“What’s wrong ‘Maki?”

Would you think he’s silly for being upsets that you worse a Hawks crop-top to your date?

No he’s got a right to be upsets right?

After all wearing another pro’s merch in front of your pro-hero husband on your 3rd anniversary gives him the right he pouty right?

He wouldn’t look at at you— no matter how much he wanted to see how pretty your eyes look with your perfectly winged eyeliner on—

Winged eyeliner?

Is it a theme with you tonight?

Are you trying to tell him something?

“Do you not love me anymore?”

God, he sounds like an insecure teenage boy

Its just winged eyeliner, no biggie Tamaki, it’s not like you’re wearing his merch…

Oh wait..

You looked baffled— you were baffled

He thought you didn’t love him anymore?

Why?

How?

“Why would you ask me that Tamaki?? You know I love you— from the bottom of my heart I do!!”

You’re to good for me, he thought

He never got mad at him, no matter how anxious he got you were always so loving to him

And he’s asking if you’re catching feelings if for a winged hero you’ve never even met

“Gosh I’m awful.”

This broke your heart

You knew why he was upset, it’s the crop-top

Why did you wear this thing?

Oh yeah, Hawks contacted you and asked if you could wear it to promote his stuff…

But why did he ask you? Doesn’t he have models for that or smthn?

And why would he need you to? He’s plenty popular, so it makes no sense…

Conveniently enough on your anniversary as well…

No, accusing people of things like that is wrong..

Bust lucky you brought a shirt to change into, and it was one of his favorites

“Give me a moment, I’ll be right back.”

You left the indigo haired man to his thought… not a good idea

He was questioning if you left him to find Hawks, to tell him you loved him and the two of you could fly away to where ever the fuck…

But you came back… in his merch now

“I’m sorry for upsetting you Tama, I wore the shirt because I was asked to, not because I wanted to. I love you so much and I’ll never love anyone like I love you, ok??”

That warmed his heart

Why was he afraid, you obviously live him, for 3 years you have!!

So you spent the rest of the night laughing with him, lightly teasing him here and there just to see his cheeks darken slightly

It was a great 3rd year!!

Cockiest bastard I’ve ever met

The fact that you were just chilling in a ChargeBolt hoodie never even dazed him, not even a little bit

Matter of fact it made him eve cockier when he saw you kept glancing over at him

He was busy finishing up some work and you just wanted his attention

So you put in one of your old hoodies and wore it around to get a rise out of him

He finds you needy face so so cute, it makes him all riled up but he won’t jump just yet

Maybe a little longer

But one thing is certain

You look way better in his merch, than ChargeBolts

He wants you to change so then and only then will he give you the attention you so badly desire

“…Keigooo~”

Your whining made it so much harder for him to make you change

Will he just up and tell you to change? No

You might me a brat, but he is too

“Is there something you want, Dove?”

Little shit knows what you want, he just won’t give it till you change out of that damned hoodie

And he’s getting want he wants— no matter how much of a bitch he’s gotta be

You both stared at each other intensely, digging into each other’s souls to see you’ll grow uncomfortable first

News flash

You won

“I want you to change, Doce. His hoodie is the only thing on this planet that makes you less attractive.“

Finally he says it!!

You smirk at finally getting his attention, throwing the hoodie across the room and slipping into your limited addition Hawks hoodie

“That’s much better~”

He grabs you by yours waist and pulled you into his lap, brushing his fingers gently over your thighs while smirking at you

“Now, how about I give you the attention you oh so desire, since you resorted to wearing that junk, you must want something from me, right Dove?”

Oh and did you get what you wanted

He made love to you the rest of the night, holding you tightly and caressing every inch of you that he could reach

Maybe you should wear ChargeBolts merch more often if this is what comes of it…

Hello you beautiful people and thank you for taking time out of your days to read this!! Please do not re-post any of my stuff on here or any other sites, don’t recommend it on tiktok or places like that, but reblogging is very much appreciated thank you!! Have a great day!!

FATED.

featuring: izuku midoriya / gn reader.

word count: 887

content: fluff, light angst, being drunk is mentioned once, crying, confession, childhood friends to lovers.

notes: no i dont know what this is i just rewatched that one evangelion scene. u know the one.

"i feel like... i was born just so i could meet you."

you're not sure what makes you say it, and even less sure what possessed you to say it to izuku. it's stupid. but you're a little drunk, not enough to not be mortified, but enough so that it feels like you're full of carbon, empty calories fizzing in your head. and he reacts as though in slow motion; you see his body freeze in the blue-dark of his room, and then the snap of his head as he sits up slightly to stare at you.

the moonlights glints off his green eyes. your words hang in the air like breath on a wintry morning, a tangible cloud you might reach out and touch. for a second, neither of you breathe, as izuku's face fills with colour. it's not an unfamiliar sight - he goes bright red when you so much as blink too closely to him - but it's different here, somehow, and there's something frightening about that.

because it's always been this way since you were kids, but you're not kids anymore and the stuffed toys have been left at his house and it's not trembly little izuku staring down at you like he can barely believe you're real. it's deku, the hero, all might's successor, but for all that you can still see the boy in the disbelieving shine in his coin-round eyes, the tiny gasp that leaves his parted lips. that wailing child that never believed he was a thing capable of being regarded as an equal by his peers, let alone being loved by them.

he stares at you as if telling him this is akin to you signing your death warrant.

"y-you..." he swallows audibly. his voice wavers. "you can't m-mean that..."

your affection seeps through you, thick and heady and sweet as syrup. it chokes up your veins and clogs your arteries; you feel it slip sluggishly around your heart as you clumsily lift a hand to cup his face. his skin burns beneath you, but for all the disbelief crowding his expression, he still melts unthinkingly into your touch.

you're so in love you could cry. it might split you at the seams and burst out of you in a projectile of shining light, but you know izuku would ruin his hands putting you painstakingly back together again.

"i do. what else... there's no one else." you stumble over your words, awkward, clunky, like two toddlers taking their first steps together, but izuku understands anyway. this isn't how you planned to confess, but fuck it, in for a penny in for a pound and you're tossing your coins in the air like you've got hundreds to spare. "you're it for me. it's just... i'm yours, you know? and you're - you're mine."

izuku's breath shudders. tears film his eyes, lighting them brighter than they have any right to be in the darkness of his room. "don't say that," he whimpers. "please, it's... you're... i can't..."

"izuku." and your arms lift up, leaden with fatigue but searching for the ones you know will catch you. and he does, fumbling you carefully until you're sitting up with your arms resting on his shoulders. you're close, suddenly, so close you can see every dark swoop of an eyelash, every freckle casting starlight on his round cheeks, every tremble of his chapped lips. you swallow.

you always thought you'd be more nervous. but you're not. you can't be, with him. this is what was always meant to happen. you can feel it in every line of your palm, every strand of your hair, every cell in your bloodstream.

how can you be nervous when this is what you were built for?

izuku takes your sudden silence in a panic, immediately beginning to spiral. "i - w-wait, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to..." he gulps in a breath, ardently ignoring the tear that slides down his cheek. "c-can you... say it again, please?"

you knock your forehead gently against his, pushing the tide of green curls between your skin. "i'm yours," you mumble into the narrow gap between your mouths. "you're mine. okay?"

izuku sobs, chokes on it. his shaking hands finally find home on your arms, pulling you desperately closer, fingers sinking into your skin like you might become intangible in the next moment, like you're some sweet dream about to slip through his hands. but you're not going anywhere, because you've always been here and so has he and when you wind your hands around the back of his neck and tug at the hair foaming there it feels like the first time and the last time and all the times inbetween.

finally, izuku sniffles and drops his head to your shoulder. his own broad ones shake as he sobs, and you breathe deeply against him because you know he's not sad, not really. your izuku is made of tears, and that has never made him weak. it's only that he feels everything so deeply, is cut to the quick by the people in his life.

your lips touch the damp crown of the top of his head as he trembles in your arms. in the silent shaking of his back, you hear the return; you're mine. i'm yours. i was born to meet you, too.