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[thatmightyheart]

i love midoriya inko…. she would keep all of izuku’s stuff ;___;

[atsubaka]

she totally would 🥺🥺🥺

[minejiro]

[ 𝟕:𝟓𝟐 𝐏𝐌 ] 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

“have you ever had a crush on someone other than me?” you raise a brow at bokuto, and he blinks at you for a moment.

you fight back a smile when you notice the corners of his lips slowly forming a pout, testimony to the fact that he’s not sure how to answer your question.

“but…i just met you. i’ve had to have a few before,” he admits, and small traces of panic set into his irises when he sees the frown form on your face.

you want to give in and tell him you’ve actually met years ago, that the ring on your finger indicates you’ve known each other long and well, but you can’t help yourself from a few more moments messing with him. and you shouldn’t be messing with your fiance like this, not when he’s still loopy from the meds as he lays on the hospital bed, but you can’t help it. it’s just too fun not to.

“so that means we’re not soulmates,” you gasp dramatically, and the way his eyes widen is almost comical. reaching for your hand, he shakes his head, pout deepening at your words.

“we’re soulmates! we are! it’s love at first sight,” he frowns, eyes dimming as you shake your head.

“we can’t be soulmates if you’ve had crushes on other people. that’s cheating,” you argue. bokuto lets out a tiny gasp, and you can hear a quiet chuckle from the nurse in the back of the room, but he pays it no mind.

he squeezes your hand—though it’s a weak one—looking at you with wide eyes. you almost cut the joke off just so you can press a kiss to his jutted lips.

“i’d never cheat! only on a math test, but that was one time,” he shakes his head.

“two times, kou,” you correct.

“oh yeah,” he nods thoughtfully. “two times. but we can be soulmates, i promise. i love you,” he declares. and even if he can’t exactly recognize you clearly at the moment, the meds still clouding his mind as he recovers from his injury, he still knows there’s something about you that he just can’t let go of.

“we just met,” you raise a brow.

“it’s love at first sight,” he repeats through a pout, making a small chuckle bubble past your lips. finally caving, you lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips, making his breath hitch.

your poor fiance is left confused as you pull away, making him stare at you with wide eyes. laughing, you take his hand in yours, laying his finger over the ring on yours.

“we’re actually getting married,” you smile, pinching his cheek when his brows furrow in confusion.

“huh?”

“it’s true,” you giggle, pulling out his matching wedding band and sliding it on his finger. he stares down at it for a moment before grinning widely, admiring it as it lays against his skin.

“i knew we were soulmates,” he says happily, leaning into your palm as you cradle his cheek. “can’t believe you’re mine.” your other hand moves to stroke through his black and silver locks, enticing a small yawn from him.

“we’ll still be soulmates when you wake up,” you murmur, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. “you should get some rest.”

“what about our wedding?” he mumbles, already half asleep as he closes his eyes. you can’t wait to remind him of his little slip of memory when he wakes, but for now, you thread your fingers through his hair.

“wedding’s not going anywhere,” you promise. and even if he did have a few crushes in the past that weren’t you, you think you can overlook that tiny fact if it’s you his eyes are always on in the future.

okay bc some ppl are thinking it’s memory loss and getting all sad: it’s just fluff of him loopy from drugs, he’ll get his memory back when he wakes up calm down 😭

[atsubaka]

he's such a cutie pls 🥺

[mari-the-bimbo]

MHA BOYS + THEIR TYPE

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: You mfs better let me know in the comments which boy’s type you are!

Soft reminder that this is just my opinion, so don’t take it too seriously! Enjoy! <3

Izuku: Soft and kind sweethearts

Izuku is such a sweetie, I think he’d be drawn to someone who is very shy and kind hearted too. He’s not used to people being kind to him, so he gets blushy if he’s the target to your kindness

A chatterbox, who constantly talks and will simply join in on izuku’s random rambles instead of getting annoyed

An introvert who would rather stay in and watch studio ghibli movies with him instead of going out.

He wouldn’t mind if you were sensitive either, if anything he finds it adorable, but also because he’s very good at comforting.

He definitely needs someone who is touchy and affectionate though, so that they can initiate it when he is feeling too shy to.

Bakugo: Fiery and passionate

Bakugo would definitely be into someone who is fiery too. I doubt he would be able to deal with someone sensitive.

Oooh he would love a foodie, someone who loves indulging in different foods. It’s be easy for him to express his love for you through his cooking.

He also loves someone who has a passionate hobby or goal or even their own small business because if you’re gonna date him, you can’t be some extra with no future planned ahead.

He wants to be the untouched, unmatched power couple that everyone bows down to

So his type would be a passionate, superiority complex, ‘bitch I know I look good’ loud, confident partner who he can kiss to his hearts content

Shoto: Quiet but smart sweethearts

He’d want someone who keeps it low key since he’s quite low-key himself.

He would be drawn in by someone who would be minding their own business, maybe listening to some music while sitting in a corner, doing their homework.

He lives for the small smiles, soft laughs, fleeting eye contact.

I bet he finds intelligence super hot. He’s quite smart himself, so he’d love to be with someone on the same wavelength.

He’d LOVE a nerd - quietly ramble to him about the topic you’re discussing in your new essay, he’s listening with a small smile

He’d want someone who doesn’t feel the need to be spontaneous, but rather enjoys local libraries, cafes etc.

Someone to have study dates in the library with as you both giggle at some joke Shoto didn’t even understand

Denki: Lively and lovely

Denki would LITERALLY fall in love if he found someone who was just as lively and energetic as him, he finds it so cute

Just like Izuku, Denki is also drawn to chatty people who don’t know when to stfu

The kind of person that can sit down in the dorm common room with all your friends and talk away till it’s 3 AM

His type is social butterflies

Like damn everybody loves you as much as I do huh?

Maybe someone who is a tad bit reckless too? He wants someone to be the spongebob to his Patrick lol

(Denki would totally say that, sorry I don’t take criticism)

He’d need someone who is very kind hearted too. Everyone thinks it’s a joke, but sometimes the name calling hurts Denki :(

So if you’re the type of person who checks up on him later, he is 100% likely to fall for you

Kirishima: Passionate and friendly

Kirishima’s type would be a friendly person, someone who smiles often and laughs at stupid things is the way to his heart - he finds it so cute

Are you the type that says good morning to every person you see in the morning because you’ll feel bad if you don’t? Yep, that literally gives him heart eyes

He finds kindness to be such an loveable trait

Just like his friend Bakugo, Kiri would also fall for someone who is passionate

Even if it’s passion for a kpop group, or your internship, he absolutely adores the energy you put into it

In his words “it’s so manly!”

His type would also be someone who is kind and reassuring.

Sometimes he can get insecure, so he needs someone who could squish his face into their hands, and give him positive affirmations <3

[atsubaka]

crap... i'm the extra with no future planned ahead 😐 (on another note, I'M DEF A CHATTERBOX WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SHUT UP SO YES KAMINARI 😍)

[illegal-spiegel]

The Selection

Pairing: Prince!Shoto Todoroki x f!reader Genre: angst, fluff, royal au Warnings: bullying, mentions of blood, scratches, and bruising. I think that’s it?? Summary: Prince Shoto is coming upon the age to marry one lucky lady, and to choose said lady, a contest is held. A woman from each district is chosen by the prince himself to compete to become his bride and the future queen. You, a woman from district nine, a poor district, are chosen and sent to the castle to compete against nine other women. ✨Drama ensues ✨ Word Count: 10k words. THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST IVE EVER DONE BEFORE RGVIOSGNIAN A/N: This piece is for @awilddreamerwrites​‘s collab!! I had so much fun writing this because this is based off of the book series The Selection by Kiera Cass and I’ve been wanting to write smth like this for a LONG time. There is also Hunger Games themes going on in this fic. The song at the end is I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry!! I hope you all enjoy!!

Keep reading

[atsubaka]

maxon schreave who?? i only know prince shoto todoroki 💞

[augustinewrites]

You’d been having a relatively calm morning until Gojo Satoru burst into your office, splaying himself out on your couch and heaving the most dramatic sigh.

You ignore him, obviously, opting instead to focus on the report of your last mission. Yaga needed it in today and you—

Gojo sighs again, somehow louder than the first time as he peeks at you from behind blackened shades. “Aren’t you going to ask me what’s wrong?”

It’s your turn to sigh, shutting your laptop when you realize that work is now out of the question. It tended to be when he was around. “Please, oh please, won’t you tell me what’s wrong, Satoru?”

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm,” he pouts, sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “But since you asked, I guess I should tell you that...Megumi broke someone’s nose in a fight at school.”

“Your Megumi?” You gasp. “He’s only ten!”

Because surely he couldn’t be talking about your Megumi. Your Megumi, who bundles up his leftovers to feed the stray dogs around the apartment. Who teared up when you’d taken him to get his shots, and tried to hide his sniffles whenever he’d scrape his knee.

“Well according to the school nurse, he punches like he’s thirteen. The kid was two times his size, but Megumi turned his nose into a bag of gravel,” Gojo chuckles, though he tries to cover it with a cough when you shoot him a glare. “And he’s our Megumi, by the way. We share responsibility.”

You’re not entirely sure if you want to be held responsible for the eight year old going around breaking noses. “You’re his guardian on paper, so this all you.”

“And I’m dating you, so that makes you his guardian too,” he points out, and you don’t even bother trying to argue with his logic. “Anyway, what should we do? Because I know using his training on other defenceless kids is unethical and blah, blah, blah, but I kind of want to bake him a cake.”

“Are you baking the cake to punish him?” you ask, folding your hands atop your desk. “Because you’re awful at baking, darling.”

“Am not!” he argues, having the audacity to look shocked. “Tsumiki said she loved the brownies I made last week!”

“You’re paying their rent,” you deadpan. “Of course she isn’t going to tell you that she spit them out when you weren’t looking and that Megumi threw up because you used too much sugar.” You would know, as you’d discreetly thrown Tsumiki’s napkin in the trash and had knelt by Megumi’s side as he hurled into the toilet.

“But even you and Shoko said that they were good!”

“I lied because I love you, but Shoko asked me if they were erasers.”

“Okay, I see now which one of us Megumi gets his hostility from,” Gojo huffs petulantly. “We’re definitely coming back to this later, but right now I’m really hoping that you read that article on child rearing that I sent you twenty minutes ago.”

You’d seen the text linking the article, yes, then ignored it in favour of doing your actual work. “Why?”

Gojo hauls himself off of your couch, stretching and letting his joints pop before heading to your door. “Because we’re going to lecture him. Did the article say if time-outs still work on ten year olds?”

He disappears into the hall before you can answer, and not thirty seconds later, he reappears dragging a scowling Megumi in by the collar of his shirt and herds the boy into a chair in front of your desk.

You soften a bit, the way you always do when you’re around the ten year old. “You were sent home from school?”

Megumi gives a little nod, his cheeks turning pink as turns his head to face the wall as he mutters an embarrassed, “’m sorry sensei…”

Okay, it seemed you were thrust into a parenting role whether you were ready or not (so much for contraception).

“I’m assuming when he picked you up, Gojo-sensei talked to you about trying to use your words first or getting a teacher—”

Gojo answers with a firm, “of course i did.”

“The only thing you asked was if I put cursed energy into the punch,” Megumi bites, and you avert your gaze to your boyfriend, who looks shocked at the betrayal. “And then you congratulated me when I said I did.”

“Are you trying to get us both in trouble?”

“I punched a bully. You lied.”

“Oh, you wanna talk to me about lying? How did the toilet like my brownies, Megumi?”

“Settle down,” you sigh, wondering if this constant, low level of stress is what Yaga-sensei felt when you and Gojo bickered in his office. “Megumi, you said you punched a bully? So it wasn’t just a fight?”

“Yes, sensei,” he mumbles, kicking at Gojo’s shin. “He was trying to take a student’s lunch money.”

There’s your Megumi. Protector of those in need. A literal angel with a killer right hook.

“Okay,” you start, smiling a little. “I’m not going to get mad at you because schools are often flooded with negative emotions and are at high risk for curses. A lot of those emotions come from bullies, so if you beat them up, problem solved, right?” Gojo opens his mouth, but your index finger in the air shuts him up. “But you can’t go around punching people with cursed energy. You’re lucky the kid was bigger than you, or you could have really hurt him. So just— no cursed energy, alright? Just your fists.”

Megumi blinks a few times, asking, “‘m not in trouble?”

At the same time, Gojo sputters, “So no time out?”

“Nope,” you decide. “But Gojo’s going to make you a cake.”

BONUS

Later that night, Gojo proudly sets a lopsided cake with patchy blue frosting in front of a wary looking Megumi. The lit candle is slowly succumbing to gravity, and how the entire thing is still upright is a mystery to everyone present.

Nanami leans over to read from the messy piping work on the lumpy surface. “‘Congrats on winning your first fight?’ I thought it was his birthday. I even bought a gift.”

Shoko returns from her raid on your liquor cabinet, sighing as the two of them watch you and Gojo cheer, proudly ruffling the boy’s hair. “It’s better if you don’t question it.”

“Thank you for your help today,” Gojo murmurs into your ear after Megumi’s blown out his candle, and everyone hesitantly pokes at their wonky pieces of cake. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

“Tell me about it,” you hum, standing on your tip toes to kiss the tip of his nose. “Feels like I’m raising three kids, here.”

[atsubaka]

articles on child rearing and baking a cake with gojo satoru 🥰🥰

[augustinewrites]

— megumi has a few secrets. he once threw out the brownies gojo made him (they had too much sugar). he ate kugisaki’s yakitori once (and blamed it on itadori). and the biggest one? he has a an embarrassingly huge crush on you (he might never tell you, but his shikigami can’t keep secrets).

On the instances that there are no life-threatening assignments (field trips, as Gojo calls them), Saturday mornings at Jujutsu Tech are relatively peaceful. It’s these days that Megumi allows himself the luxury of waking slowly, pulled into consciousness by the sun filtering through his curtains, and not the blaring of an alarm.

A quick glance at his phone reads 8:33am, a good hour and a half past his usual alarm. Megumi rolls out of bed, doing a few quick stretches before heading off to the bathroom.

His sleepy trip back is followed by a detour to his dorm to grab a book, then he heads to the common room in search of some breakfast. It’s still relatively empty, and the only other person that’s ever up at this hour on a day off is—

“Good morning.”

—you, smiling at him over a steaming mug of tea. You’re seated snug against the arm of the couch, a quilt wrapped around your shoulders, and a book balanced in your lap.

You look warm, inviting, and his mind betrays him by imagining how nice it might be to wake up next to you.

The thought of course is followed by a blush that crawls from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears, and if you notice, you’re kind enough not to say anything.

“Hey,” he mumbles, shoving his thoughts down and returning your lazy smile with his own (it looks more like a grimace) when you lean forward, pushing the pot of tea. He grabs his own mug, shuffling over to pour himself a cup.

“Any plans for the day?” You ask, turning a page in your book (one of his books, actually, you’d borrowed it the other day) after briefly glancing up at him through your lashes.

“Not really,” he shrugs, averting his gaze to his mug. He has to, because that look has long been the cause of this strange arrhythmia, this fluttering between his ribs that he can’t ever seem to contain. “Probably just going to read, then do some training before lunch. You?”

“I don’t really have anything planned either. Just wanted to relax a bit before training,” you hum, and when Megumi finally gains the courage to look at you again, your eyes aren’t on your (his) book anymore. They’re on him.

Your gaze is almost pleading, and Megumi sighs, knowing exactly what it is you want.

(And he’s never been able to say no to you, has he?)

You pat your leg lightly, and his demon dog immediately responds by leaping up onto the couch to rest its head on your lap, tail wagging contentedly as you smooth your hand over its back.

Shyly, Megumi settles himself at the opposite end of the couch, his dog’s tail swishing over his lap as he flipped open his book. With your free hand, you slide your plate of toast towards him. “I made an extra one for you.”

“Thank you.” An extra piece for him. Not for Kugisaki or Itadori.

(You really need to stop being so nice to him. It’s almost like you know he has an embarassingly huge crush on you or something.)

Megumi lets himself get absorbed in his book, smiling a little at how...domestic this all seems. A slow, lazy morning with warm sunshine, a good book, hot tea, a snoring shikigami wolf, and you.

Mindlessly, he reaches for one of the pieces of toast, and, like in those ridiculous rom coms that Kugisaki forces you all to watch, his hand ends up brushing yours when you reach for the same piece.

Brilliant.

And of course, you’re both sputtering apologies, insisting the other choose first. Megumi is red as a tomato, and you’re sounding unusually flustered when the last person Megumi wants to see him right now makes his presence known with a loud snicker.

“Whoa,” Gojo smirks from his spot at the kitchen counter. “Careful, kids. That was almost some sexy premarital hand holding.”

Megumi’s getting ready to unleash Totality when he hears you laugh, easily brushing off the comment. He doesn’t know how you do it, because Gojo is just so irritating.

“What do you want, Gojo?” he grumbles, definitely not glaring at him for ruining a perfectly fine morning.

The shaman pushes off the counter, reaching over the couch to snatch both pieces of toast before either of you can protest. “I’m leaving tomorrow, so I’m pushing tomorrow’s lesson to today! We’re going to do some sparring! I’ve already dragged Itadori and Kugisaki outside, so I just came down to grab you two. So let’s go, lovebirds!”

He teleports just as Megumi’s cup of tea flies towards his face.

_____

“I’m thinking we do some two on two today,” Gojo announces once everyone’s been herded into a small clearing in the forest. “Teamwork makes the dream work, am I right?”

No one laughs. Megumi rolls his eyes. You smile politely. It’s still too early for Itadori or Kugisaki to be conscious members of society.

“Alright then! Pair up!”

You and Megumi turn to face each other, grinning a little. You two had always worked best together, having the longest history of shared training sessions under Gojo long before you’d both been officially enrolled at Jujutsu Tech (absolutely not the reason for his massive crush, totally not).

You’d trained around his technique, and he’d trained around yours. You knew his moves, he knew yours. Megumi liked Itadori and Kugisaki just fine, but you were his partner first.

But he doesn’t get to open his mouth before Gojo’s got a hand on his shoulder, and is shoving him towards Itadori.

He huffs, taking a step in your direction when Gojo waves a finger in his face. “Ah, ah! Let’s change it up a little, Megumi-chan!”

You flash him an apologetic look, shrugging as you head to the other side of the clearing with the arm of a sleep-deprived Kugisaki slung over your shoulders, whispering in your ear.

Something in him burns when he sees how close she is to you.

Beside him, Itadori yawns obnoxiously loud, stretching so his joints pop. “Man, I hope you know what you’re doing, Fushiguro. ‘Cause I have no idea how to go about beating them.”

“Me neither,” Megumi admits with a grimace. Kugisaki, he’d be fine with. You, on the other hand…There’s only been a handful of times that he’d gone up against you, and it tended to not end well for him. His shikigami were…weird around you when it came to battle. “We should try and split them up. We can definitely overwhelm them physically, so let’s try to tire them out first before bringing out any cursed techniques.”

Itadori mumbles in what he guesses is confirmation, so Megumi signals to Gojo that they’re ready. Their sensei barely looks up from his phone as he reminds them that anything short of killing or maiming is on the table.

“Winners gets to pick what we have for lunch today,” Kugisaki yells, pointing at them with what looks like a rubber mallet. “Losers pay!”

“Then you should know I like my steaks medium rare!” Itadori shouts back, cracking his knuckles. Of course he’s suddenly wide awake at the mention of food.

It’s a distraction, Megumi quickly figures out when he notices you’re not at Kugisaki’s side anymore. He scans the area, though he’s doubtful he’ll find you before your fist meets the side of Itadori’s face. You’re too stealthy.

But you don’t catch Itadori’s cheek this time. No, you sweep his legs out from under him.

“You take her,” Megumi orders, leaping over your outstretched leg and dashing for Kugisaki. He doesn’t doubt Itadori will keep you busy while he takes her out.

Kugisaki is strong, landing a couple of good hits even with a rubber mallet that squeaks each time it hits his body. It’s kinda humiliating to be dealt this much damage with a child’s toy.

When he manages to knock her back a few feet, he quickly glances behind him to see Itadori struggling to trap you in a headlock. It might not hold for long, especially when cursed energy floods your hands, but it’ll hold for long enough.

He summons his demon dog - the only one deft enough to to avoid the flying nails and swinging mallet - watching as Kugisaki’s eyes widen, and she takes off towards you.

“Go,” Megumi commands his shikigami, and it replies with a short bark before charging after her. She wisely cuts through the trees, slowing his dog down a bit, but it’s not long until it’s at her heels again. And it’s about to get her, vicious nips narrowly missing the edge of her shirt.

But then there’s a flash, accompanied by Itadori’s cry of pain, and suddenly you’re running towards your teammate. Megumi shouts at his own teammate to get up, but it’s too late. He’s laying in a heap in the grass and you’re grabbing Kugisaki’s arm, yanking her behind you and holding your hand out just as his dog has leaped into the air--

His shikigami skids to a stop in front of you, barking once before nudging his head under your palm for a pet, tail wagging enthusiastically.

“Good boy,” you praise, scratching him behind the ears as Kugisaki cackles.

Megumi runs a hand down his face, groaning. When he moves his hand, two nails are floating at his forehead.

“Megumi and Itadori lose!” Gojo announces with a laugh, sliding his shades down and casting him an amused look as you kneel down to give his demon dog a belly rub.

Kugisaki releases her technique, prattling on about ordering sushi for lunch,as Itadori sighs, patting Megumi’s shoulder.

“You know...I think I read somewhere that dogs can tell when we like someone. Do you…” His gaze flicks from him to you.

Megumi feels that familiar blush crawl up his neck as he looks away, but that’s all the answer everyone needs.

[atsubaka]

"sexy premarital hand holding?!!?!" 😭😭

[augustinewrites]

gojo satoru + first fight for @rafzaha thank you for all your kind words and request! i got way too into this

fights with gojo are rare.

you’re both relatively laid back people who tend to see eye to eye, but there was only so much a person could take before hitting their breaking point.

because gojo’s been different lately. he’s high in demand, you know this - the world truly couldn’t function without him doing the heavy lifting - but something seemed…off.

so today, you’d decided it was time to get to the bottom of it.

“you’re home late.”

gojo freezes halfway to the fridge, slowly turning to face you. he clearly hadn’t expected you to be up at this hour, considering it’s so late that it’s practically morning, and the moon is just starting to make its descent. “hey. why are you sitting in the dark like a villain in a bond film?”

he’s deflecting.

“sit down,” you order, gesturing to the chair on the opposite end of the dinner table. he hesitates a little, clearly sensing the coming reckoning. “now, gojo.”

he sits when he realizes you’re serious, slipping off his blindfold and shifting uncomfortably as he meets your stare. “the government name, huh? what’s going on with you, gojo?”

“i don’t know,” you say, your voice clipped as you absentmindedly twist the ring on your finger. “why did you tell me you were going to miyagi, but tell shoko you were going to kyoto?”

he opens his mouth, some lie clearly prepared, but you hold up a hand to stop him. “you know what? don’t answer yet, because i’m not done.” you’re going to do this; start what could be the first fight since you’d been married.

“i know you’re busy, okay? i knew what i was getting myself into when i married you, but even when you’re not on assignment, things have been different lately. you’re staying out later, you’re gone most of the day, you’re lying about where you’re going, and don’t even get me started on this—”

you slide the folded paper across the table to him, which he catches and opens with a sigh. “this is—”

you press your fingertips to the table, staring at him in disbelief. “you cannot just take that much money out of our account and expect me not to notice. it’s a joint account, you idiot. if you’re going to lie, at least do it well.”

“i’m sorry,” he breathes a little shakily. “okay?”

“then tell me what’s going on. what are you doing?” you urge. “are you leaving? are you cheating on me or something?”

“no!” he exclaims, a hurt look flashing across his face. “of course not. how could you think i’d do that?”

“well, fuck, gojo!” you shout, noting the way he flinches, shrinking back a little. “what am i supposed to think when you won’t tell me anything?”

“i don’t know who to trust right now,” he says, eyes widening when you stare at him in disbelief. “no! you know i trust you more than anyone, but if i tell you what’s going on, they’re going to use you against me and that’s why i can’t tell you. please. i’m sorry.”

your entire body deflates, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a second, willing yourself not to cry as you rise from the table, walking past him to the bedroom. “fine. but you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“hey, come on, you know i’m too tall—”

“well, it’s either that or you can go to nanamin’s,” you shrug, too tired to fight with him over this. “because i’m still pissed.”

you shut the door to your bedroom, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes as you lean against a nearby wall.

there’s a muted thud on the other side of the door, followed by a weak, i’m sorry, that you squeeze your eyes shut and try your best to ignore.

“goodnight,” he says quietly. “i love you.”

you laugh a little, then sigh, dropping your head back against the wall. “i love you too.”

-

the next morning, you’re equal parts unimpressed and amused when you open the door and gojo falls at your feet.

“good morning,” he says, attempting a smile as he follows you into the kitchen.

you don’t answer, grabbing one piece of bread for the toaster.

“can you put one in for me too?”

you stare straight at him, pushing the switch down with your single piece of toast.

“okay,” he hums. he looks disheveled, tired, and though it pulls at your heartstrings a bit you’re still more mad. “we should talk about last night.”

“no,” you decide, reaching into the fridge for some orange juice. “the kids are expecting us at the school today, gojo, and i don’t want to be— hey!” you protest when his arms are suddenly scooping you up, and your stomach drops as if you’d been—

you’re not in your kitchen anymore, you’re about 300 feet above it.

you gasp a little, clinging to your husband’s neck. “oh my god! gojo what the hell are you doing?!”

he just chuckles at your distress. “call me by my name, sweets.”

“no!” he pretends to drop you for a split second, laughing louder when you scream. you know he would never, but the feeling is very real, and he knows how much you hate it. “gojo, put me down!”

“you want me to put you down? here?” he asks amusedly, looking around at the fucking sky.

“you know what i mean!”

“and you know what i want.”

you grit your teeth. oh, you were going to kill him one of these days. “fine! satoru, please bring us back!”

he hums as if he’s contemplating it, then says, “say we’re going to talk about last night.”

“what the hell—”

he pretends to drop you again, and now your stomach’s in your throat and your heart is beating wildly against your ribcage. “fine! we can talk about it!”

this time when he lets you go, your feet hit the floor of your kitchen, and the two of you sink to the floor. you in shock, and gojo collapsing in a fit of laughter. you glare at him, smacking at his shoulder as he holds his hands up in surrender.

“i hate you so much,” you mutter, chest heaving as you slump back against the counter. gojo just coos at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“i’ll tell you everything soon, okay? it’s just...i have to keep you safe. you saw what the hire-ups did to yuuji,” he murmurs into your hair.

you rest your head against his chest. “you know i trust you, but you really hurt my feelings, and i’m worried all the time--”

“i know. i’m sorry, really. just give me a little more time to do...research. then i’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“you have until halloween,” you tell him, glancing up at the calendar on the fridge. “one week. then you tell me everything. promise?”

“yeah,” he sighs, holding you a little tighter. “i promise.”

[atsubaka]

the audacity of this man never ceases to make me choke 🤠

[myherowritings]

Reading Their Crush’s Diary

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE OMG MY HEART,, BUT PLS FORGIVE ME I ONLY DID BAKU + TODO bc they ended up too long and detailed and i ran out of what to write for kiri ahh :( also the hc’s turned out to be more like the boys react to accidentally reading their crush’s diary and finding out she also has a crush on him! hope that’s okay with you! ilysm thank you for the req xx

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

— When Bakugou saw your diary abandoned on the corner of your desk, his first thought was to leave it there for you to find yourself. If it was something that’s important to you, you should notice quickly that it’s missing, right?

— But after waiting a while and realizing you weren’t going to come back and pick it up anytime soon, he heaved a defeated sigh and decided to return it to you at the dormitories.

— (Not because he wanted to be nice to you because you were his crush or anything. But because he knew you’d panic at the thought of your lost diary would annoy him with your constant worrying.)

— As he reached out to grab the notebook, it fell off the edge of the desk and landed on a page that caught his eye.

— The layout is tilted, ‘Bakugou…’ in big, bold letters that would make even the purest of saints tempted with curiosity. Of all the things he expected to see in your journal, his own name never crossed his mind. Katsuki peered closer, despite the nagging in the back of his head telling him to stop.

— ‘Why does Bakugou have to smell so good? As if it wasn’t enough that he’s infuriatingly handsome and has a nice body– But he smells like an earthy caramel too? It’s not fair! And not to mention his stupid smirk makes me want to kiss the smug look off his face…’

— He stopped reading there.

— If anyone were to ask, Katsuki would most certainly have insisted he was not blushing uncontrollably. And that he did not feel a flutter in his stomach at your words. And–most important of all–there was not an embarrassed smile on his face as he snapped your diary shut and tucked it under his arm.

— Nope. He felt absolutely nothing as he realized his crush had a crush back on him…

— When he arrived to Heights Alliance from the main campus, the first place Bakugou went was up to your floor, ignoring the questioning looks and mischievous grins on the faces of his idiot classmates.

— He knocked on your door, diary in hand and teasing smirk on his face.

— “So I hear you like caramel?”

— Your shocked and flustered expression was definitely worth getting the door slammed on his face. (And the following weekend, the two of you ended up going to a confectionery shop to try the sweetest of caramels.)

TODOROKI SHOUTO

— Todoroki didn’t mean to read your diary, but to be fair, he didn’t exactly know it was a diary in the first place.

— After class ended, he found a black notebook on the floor near the exit of the room. He had opened it only to find out whose it was to return it, but he never would have thought it belonged to you– His crush.

— Shouto spotted your name printed in neat lettering on inside cover as he walked across campus to the dorms, when a breeze rushed by and flipped the pages of the notebook.

— Before he could close it, he found the journal had been blown open to a page with doodles of ‘Todoroki + Y/L/N’ surrounded by various drawings of hearts and flowers.

— His fingers twitched and his cheeks blazed. Todoroki wanted to shut the book and respect your privacy, but before he managed to coerce his hands to close the diary, he caught a glimpse of what you wrote.

— ‘Have you ever seen a man so beautiful you started crying? Because that’s the first thought that runs through my mind every morning when I see him.’

— He couldn’t stop the embarrassed exhale of laughter for escaping his lips.

— ‘He’s so intelligent and powerful, yet gentle and kind. I want to learn more about him.’

— Shouto blinked. He didn’t know you felt that way… Though he never said it out loud, Todoroki had always wanted to learn more about you as well.

— ‘I wish he’d smile more though. When Todoroki-kun smiles, it’s like his whole face softens into the squishiest mochi ever! His cheeks dimple and his eyes crinkle and I could spend all day talking about it… His mochi smile looks just like this ⌒◡⌒ and it’s my favorite sight in the whole world!’

— He reached the entrance of the building and quickly closed your diary in case he passed by you in the common room. The whole way up the stairs to your room, there was a small, dimpled grin on his flushed cheeks as he thought of what you wrote.

— Even when he knocked on your door, Shouto couldn’t wipe the ‘mochi smile’ off his face.

— “Todoroki-kun?” you asked in surprise. “What are you doing here? And w-why are you looking at me like that?”

— “I found your notebook on the floor,” he said, quickly handing back your diary.

— “Oh! Thank you.” Taking the journal from him and hugging it close to your chest, you avoided his gaze nervously. “Did you, ah… Did you see anything?”

— Todoroki was tempted to lie and say he didn’t, but he figured he should fess up now and accept whatever anger you threw his way for invading your privacy like that.

— “Yes,” he admitted. “I’m sorry, I only meant to look for who it belonged to, but I saw my name and I…”

— The whole time, you felt your cheeks heating up to unreasonably high temperatures as you realized he most definitely found out your feelings for him in the most humiliating way possible.

— “But don’t be embarrassed,” he said, causing you to look up at him. “I feel the same way.”

— And after offering to treat you out to a first date, you decided to forgive Todoroki for snooping. After all, the date was most certainly worth it.

[atsubaka]

this just about killed me 💀💀💀

[myherowritings]

Take You Out

Request: Could you do a Bakugou x Reader fic where the reader asks Bakugou out on a date to the park but he misunderstands and thinks they’re challenging him to a fight? So they show up dressed up really nice and put together, but he’s ready to throw down? Thx!!!

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Word Count: 1,928

Author’s Note: This is a repost because the original got deleted, ugh. IDK if I did it on accident or if it was Tumblr, but regardless it’s very disheartening to see all the notes gone and agh I’m just frustrated and sad. :( But it’s okay! I’m grateful I had it saved. Any reblogs would be appreciated! xx

“Tomorrow at five, then?”

“Tch. That’s fine by me.”

His brows were furrowed with a glare and his arms were crossed defensively as he looked at you, but you were so happy that Bakugou didn’t just reject you, you hardly noticed.

“R-Really?” you asked, staring up at him as a bright smile threatened to take over your face. “We can meet at the park by the pond! I have the perfect set up.”

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[atsubaka]

@tetsuukuroo THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT ONE EPISODE IN SPECIAL A ‼️

[rinesei-deactivated20220129]

▷II orion

␈| love is a constellation with akaashi keiji.

␈| written keeping in mind my favourite keiji ship- that is with @sunkeiji . ily bestie <3 for my wife’s ( @sunarent ’s) ‘because i love you’ collab.

“talk to me,” you start, putting down your pencil to look at akaashi, who’s head’s currently resting on your shoulder, his fingers fiddling with the necklace resting on your collarbone.

you know,“ he says, shifting to look at your concerned expression, “your pendant is modelled after orion-“ he traces the points the chain connects, “-the prettiest constellation. it’s named after a greek hunter,” he rambles, “its brightest stars are blue-white rigel and red betelgeuse.”

”mhh, yeah,” you kiss his head, “i think you’ve told me before.”

”i have?,” he turns slightly red, looking down at his knees, “ah.”

(he’s flustered, you know, but there’s something on his mind for sure.)

”so, you gonna tell me?,” you ask, not elaborating further, because he knows you’ve noticed something’s on his mind. you really can read him like a book, can’t you? it’s frightening to him, yet makes his heart race in ways he can’t get enough of.

“i was just-,” he turns his head to bury it in your chest, “-just thinking,” akaashi pauses, seeming to hesitate, “i wanna spend every single day of my life waking up next to you.”

your eyes widen, and he tenses under your touch, only slightly, continuing anyway, “i look at couples, with rings on their fingers, and little kids running around them-,” he presses a kiss to your collarbone, “-i want that with you.”

you’re about to say something, but akaashi speaks again. this is the longest he’s ever spoken, you think.

“a little baby boy, one who’s got your eyes,” his hand strokes your arm, “and a girl who’s got my hair and is the smartest baby like you,” the corner of his lips lift up as he sees your expression, “you get it.”

“are you-,” you’re smiling so wide, and he’s relieved. “are you saying you want to marry me and have a family?”

”precisely.” he gets up from the couch, standing up to face you.

“keiji,” you throw yourself into his arms, “i know we‘re young-,” your voice drops to a whisper, but it’s loud enough for him, “-but i’d marry you on the spot if you asked me to.”

”that‘s good then,” akaashi pulls away from you, “because otherwise this would’ve been embarrassing.” he drops to his knee, pulling out a velvet box, holding a beautiful ring.

“i’ve been planning this for days,” he chuckles, “and i had whole restaurant and boat ride booked but-,” he smiles at you, “i couldn’t resist, sitting with you like this.”

your touch is like stars on his skin-; beautiful, shining, perhaps dangerous, -and he’s a constellation in your arms.

“you entranced my heart the day you asked me where the library is,” his voice is shaky with nervousness, yet he’s sure of himself. “my heart’s been yours since when i first saw you,“ akaashi keiji‘s mind is running wild, “so, my love, will you marry me?”

fuck. you might just cry.

”yes!,” you shout happily, him slipping on the ring to your finger, “a million times yes,“ akaashi gets back up, grinning as he never has before.

you push your lips onto his, although it’s not much of a kiss because both of you are just smiling against each other.

”i love you,” he tells you, “so much,” you complete for him, and you both sway like two people in love do. the world is tiring, it’s drab and annoying at times but with akaashi? it’s beautiful. you know it’s all going to turn out just perfect.

he’s the sky to your star, and you the strands to his mess.

together you form orion.

the prettiest constellation.

so i'm back - interactions much appreciated !!

[atsubaka]

SOMEONE GET ME AN AKAASHI RIGHT NOW ‼️ 🥺🥺🥺

[atsubaka]

GUYS I NEED HELP!!! 😭😭

my parents' 25th wedding anniversary is happening this saturday, and they wanted me to come up with the "couple questions" for the program and i literally have NO IDEA what to put in. if y'all have any suggestions, pls hit me up 💔

[augustinewrites]

it’s after his nth shot of tequila that oikawa realizes that it was a mistake to take his contact lenses out.

in his defense, he wouldn’t even trust himself to set a ball right now, and that’s saying something. dry contacts in the morning are hell to deal with, and if he’d tried to take them out with his motor functions effectively compromised like this, he’d probably just blind himself further.

he can still walk - mostly - and with an arm over iwa’s shoulders he makes it outside of the club. he’s leaned against a wall (then slides down it until his ass hits the sidewalk).

“your girlfriend’s coming to pick you up, and i need to run in and find mattsun and makki before they try to take over the dj’s booth again. do not move from here,” iwa demands, fixing him with a hard stare. “you hearing me, crappykawa?”

oikawa, having not heard anything past ‘girlfriend,’ just hiccups and nods lamely. the exhilarating high he’d felt in the club is starting to turn into a pounding headache accompanied by a buzzing in his ears, and he knows he’s going to regret this in the morning.

he’s not even sure how long he’s slumped against the wall when iwa comes back with his two other friends clinging to each of his arms, depositing them against his wall in a fit of giggles and hiccups.

“let’s get you home, pretty boy.”

looking up so fast is a mistake, and he immediately regrets it when his stomach turns and he almost hurls all over this person’s shoes. he - very slowly this time - glances up to see someone walking towards him. it...kind of looks like you, but his vision is fuzzy and his ears are ringing and he doesn’t want to risk it. so he holds a hand out, stopping them from coming closer. “um...i have a girlfriend, so no.”

he’s not sure why his friends are giggling even louder.

“i am your girlfriend, toru,” the person sighs, and oikawa blinks a few times, rubbing at his eyes. nothing comes into focus, and the person doesn’t leave. they’re a persistent one.

“i’m going to call her right now,” he mutters, cutting the stranger a glare that’s definitely not as intimidating as it should be with his flushed cheeks and bleary eyes. “hey siri, call ‘my future wife’.”

someone’s phone rings nearby - probably makki’s - but he doesn’t have time to figure it out before your voice is in his ear.

“hi toru.”

he sighs in relief. “oh, baby, are you almost here? someone’s trying to get me to go home with them and i’m scared.”

“need your future wife to come save you, huh?”

“yes,” he agrees exasperatedly. “please hurry. wait, i never told you what your contact was— ohhh.”

it clicks as soon as you kneel in front of him, carefully setting his glasses on his face. “better now?” you ask with a smile, brushing some hair from his face.

he catches your hand, pressing it to his cheek as he gazes up at you. “a lot better now that you’re here.”

you lean forward to drop a kiss onto his forehead before glancing to the side, an amused look on your face. “thanks for calling, iwa. i take it you had an interesting birthday.”

[atsubaka]

so fricking adorable 😭💞

[neo-nomatrix]

Are you real? Oikawa Tooru x reader

-Warnings: Angst, implied age gap (reader is in their early twenties and Tooru is a little younger than 30) swearing-

Word count: a little over 1.5k

Inspired by Taylor Swifts “All Too Well” short film

“Tooru, be honest, are you real?” you ask, staring into his eyes.

“What's that supposed to mean?” he laughs, slipping his fingers into yours.

“I don't know, I just feel like I made you up.”

—

One memory you had always kept close was when you had first seen Toorus's childhood home. The air was crisp and cold, but some part of the house welcomed you with warmth and brought a smile to your face. The crimson scarf you had wrapped around your neck found its place hanging on the stair railing.

Even now Tooru had kept it in his drawer, seeing the red pop out every time he opened it.

Not many days after he had taken you upstate to a riverside forest, the newly autumn air nipped at your skin, forcing you to stay close to Tooru, your hands in his almost the entire time.

You can still picture the scene after years have gone by.

He walked you out to the one open spot in the forest, just sat above the river, the sun casted its glow onto the water.

His hand is brought up to your face, you can't help but lean into the warmth it brought you. He pulls you closer to him, his lips press against yours. Your hand trails to his bicep while his comes down to you jaw, he was holding you as close as possible, like he was about to lose you at any second,

Every part of you remembers it all too well.

You felt so happy, so young, so naive at that moment. How fleeting that feeling was.

It was one of the many cracks in the relationship, if you were to take a guess you’d say it was the first.

Tooru hadn't seen his friends from Seijoh since he graduated, undoubtedly he was excited but this? You couldn't have expected this. The entire night he hadn't looked at you, hadn't even acknowledged your presence. If he wouldn't pay attention to you, maybe you needed to make the first move, the second he let go of his wine glass and set his hand down you put yours on top of his. Yet he gripped your hand, moved it to where it was before and let go, returning his hand to his wine glass. Throughout that “interaction” he still hadn’t looked at you. You were taken aback to be quite honest, he blatantly ignored you, even when you two had a disagreement in the past he had never done something like that.

You had stayed quiet until you and Tooru were alone washing dishes. By now everyone had left, but you still felt a little uneasy being around him.

“Are you pissed off right now?” he asks looking at you for the first time this night

“I'm not pissed off, what makes you think I'm pissed off?”

“You’re acting pissed off, that's why,” he explains, “it's ridiculous, those were my friends, you barely said a word to them. They were so fucking nice to you too.”

“I like your friends, I really do. But i really didn't like how you acted around them,” you set down the plate you were cleaning to look at him.

“Oh, really? You were being shy and quiet the entire time!” his eyes widen and his lips purse as he says it.

You knew no one in that room besides him, you thought it was perfectly reasonable to be quiet.

“You never talked to me the whole night! You didn't even look at me, Tooru!” your voice raises more than you wanted it to.

“That is such bullshit,” Tooru mumbles, not quite enough for you to not hear him.

“You dropped my hand! You literally ignored me!” you say, scoffing.

“What are you talking about? I dont even fucking remember that!” He complains.

“I feel so out of place there, they’re all older than me, you are the only person there I know! What do you want me to do when you’re ignoring me?” Tears nearly build up in your eyes, yet you refuse to allow yourself to cry right now.

“I was catching up with people I haven't seen in like 10 years! Even if I did do that, which I doubt I did, it wasn't on purpose!” He tries to defend himself.

“You were making me feel stupid out there!” you say, finally finding the words you’ve been looking for.

“Honestly I think you're making yourself feel that way, I don't even remember doing any of that!” He says, running his hands through his hair.

“You know, you're acting really selfish right now,” he says after a few moments of silence.

“Oh I’m acting selfish right now?” Your eyes start to brim with tears again.

“C’mon, don’t look at me like that.” His eyes shift to focus on something, anything else besides your tearful eyes.

You turn around to the sink, resting your hands on the counter, looking down while biting the inside of your cheek.

“Hey, hey, I don’t wanna fight, okay?” Tooru says, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your hand still rests on your cheek, wiping away the fallen tears. Your head tilts back onto his shoulder as you let out a small sob. He kisses the top of your head, a trail of “I’m sorry” being let out.

You turn around to meet his eyes, your lips are pursed together and he kisses your forehead, maybe you can let this time go.

The days that follow seemed to be perfect, only arguing about things like what the crossword answer was. The nights spent in front of the fireplace eating alfajores Tooru had learned to make while in Argentina. You danced in the kitchen listening to Nuestra Cancion while Tooru sang along, the light from the refrigerator shining on his face.

Yet, these days were fleeting.

“If we were closer in age it might have worked out better,” Tooru said, rubbing his hand against his neck.

This wasn’t how you wanted to end the night

You walked into his room and saw him staring down at the floor.

“Is something wrong?” You asked him. He had asked you to sit down as he had something to tell you.

“We need to break up,” the smile on your face faltered, your eyes turning wide.

Did you ask for too much? Did you say something that he didn’t get? Did you do something? For years you thought it was yourself who was the problem, and how wrong you were.

“We’re too different, maybe if our age gap was only a year we’d be okay,” he said, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“Our age gap?! That’s what this is about? That’s fucking insane, this has nothing to do with our age! This has to do with us, it’s you or me who’s the problem, not our age,” you yell at him, upset and on the verge of a breakdown at the same time.

You remember it all too well.

Only a few hours after him getting out of the house he wouldn’t stop calling you. Your phone vibrated the bed as you sobbed into the pillow, unaware of what to do now. Your chest pained, you had no clue if it was because of your crying or the pain of remembering Tooru.

It was your art that kept you going, your paintings that were hung up in galleries that kept you on your feet. Yet, at every show you felt alone in your own exhibit. You knew no one there, you felt so alone in a room of people.

Your 21st birthday was supposed to be fun, right? You couldn’t help but miss Tooru, you couldn’t help but want him hugging you while you blew out the candles.

Tooru knew it was a mistake, he knew he missed you, and craved you every day. He also knew his own words tore you apart. That crimson scarf you had left still laid in his drawer. He kept it because it reminded him of when you were his. It still smelled like you and on days he sometimes needed you he would turn to the scarf.

God, he wished you were still his.

He took so much of you for granted, every day he’s reminded of how stupid that was of him.

Less than a year had passed and you were finally revealing the piece you had been pouring your heart and soul into for the last year. You had this date set for a while, it was something Tooru knew far too much about. He had the date saved in his calendar, ready to see your art when the day came.

Yet, he found himself not being able to go in. Your scarf wrapped around his neck while he started into the window, staring at your smiling face. Your smile lit up the room like it always had. It was honestly a toss up between if you were the art or if the canvas that stood beside you was.

God, he wishes you were still his. Every kiss, every loving moment, every date had run through his head hundreds of times. It’s pathetic really, how he’ll pretend what you had is still real, that he never made the mistake of giving you up.

He remembers everything you had all too well.

[atsubaka]

oh the pain 😭😭

[omikazu]

of dimples and moles // k. sakusa

your daily dose of dad!sakusa from yours truly.

*•.¸♡ haikyuu masterlist

there's lots of things that you adore— long hugs, baby animals, hot chocolate and many more, but you must admit that of all the little things that give you joy, coming home to see your four year old daughter cuddled up on sakusa's chest is your absolute favourite.

you feel your heart warm at the sight, all your worries slowly fading away. you remain at the doorway, silently watching the dad-daughter duo laying on the couch, a loving smile etched on your face.

you watch your daughter place her tiny fingers on sakusa's forehead moles, looking fascinated. "what's wrong, princess?" you hear him ask. "you don't like daddy's moles?" your daughter shakes her head, getting up to sit on his chest. "not enough, daddy. you need more," she says, crossing her arms and pouting at him. "gonna give you some more."

"yeah?" sakusa asks. "is two moles not enough?" your daughter nods solemnly, making you let out a giggle at how serious she's being, and this causes the two heads of curly hair to turn to your direction, pretty faces breaking into welcoming smiles, and you can't help but stare in awe at how alike they look.

it's so unfair how much your little girl resembles him, really. from the soft ringlets of curly hair to the exact same dimpled smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts, your daughter is an exact copy of your husband, and it just makes you love her even more.

leaving your shoes at the entrance, you pick up your excited daughter in your arms, kissing her head as she wraps her arms around your neck.

"mommy," she begins, eyes lighting up. "let's give daddy more moles." you grin at sakusa, who looks pleasantly defeated. he never denies your daughter's requests, no matter how ridiculous they might be, and that's both his fatal flaw, and also the reason he's undoubtedly her favourite parent.

"you wanna give daddy more? why? he already has two," you say, setting her down and going to peck sakusa on the lips. "daddy's handsome with them, so he needs more," your daughter says stubbornly, beggining to pout again. "damn right, princess," you say, beaming at her. "let's give daddy more, i'll get the marker, alright?" your daughter nods excitedly, cute curls bouncing in the dim lighting and once again you're reminded of how much she looks like her father. looking at your little princess only makes you fall in love with sakusa more, and you silently thank the heavens above for the beautiful sight of two dimpled smiles waiting for you at home, ready to lighten up the darkest of your days.

you grab a marker from the shelf, setting your handbag over the counter and gently toss it over to your daughter, who promptly catches it, making you cheer.

"see? she's good at receiving already, she's just like you," you say, coming over to ruffle your daughter's head. "you wanna play volleyball like daddy?" your daughter nods, removing the cap on the marker. "i wanna be just like daddy when i grow up," she announces, pride shining in her beautiful eyes. "daddy is the coolest, and all my friends say he's handsome." grinning, she walks over to sakusa, who you're sure is holding back tears at her little declaration, settling on his chest, ready to draw more moles on him.

sakusa stares at his two girls, wondering how he got this lucky. just the thought of his precious little princess wanting to be like him is enough to make his heart burst with pride. a family like yours is all that he's ever wanted, because sakusa kiyoomi has a lot of love to give, and he couldn't be happier he has his two pretty girls to shower it with. you, his pillar of support and the love of his life, who gave him the best gift he's ever going to receive— his daughter.

"mommy, do we give daddy a mole on the cheek or a mole on the nose?" she asks you as you settle down on the couch as well, resting your husband's head in your lap and running your fingers through his soft curls. "hmm," you mutter, stroking your chin. "a mole on the nose sounds cuter, no?"

"okay," your daughter replies, brows bunched together in concentration as she dots a tiny mole on the tip of sakusa's nose and you have to admit.. it does look adorable. "aw, you look so cute, love," you compliment, pulling his cheeks. "yes, daddy," your daughter says, drawing one more. "see," she shrieks. "now you have one just like mine," she says excitedly, pointing to her own mole, a perfect little heart shaped one under her right eye.

"yeah?" you hear sakusa say, his voice cracking as he feels his lashes starting to get wet from the tears that he's been holding back for a while now. "can i see, sweetheart?" your daughter nods, scrambling to get the small vanity mirror from the table as you soothingly run your arms through your husband's hair, trying not to tear up yourself. "see, daddy," your daughter yells loudly, shoving the mirror in sakusa's face. he examines the drawn on moles, face breaking into that special smile of his. the fully genuine, beautiful broad smile that shows off his deep dimples. you can't help yourself from poking your index finger into one of the beautiful little crevices of his cheeks, your little girl imitating your actions on his other dimple.

"do you like it?" she asks eagerly, staring at sakusa with those cute puppy eyes of hers as she pokes his dimple once more.

"i love it, princess," he says, sniffling a little as you wipe the tears away from his eyes. "i love you the most, you know that, right?"

"i love you too, daddy," your daughter grins. "even more than i love mommy."

"hey, now!" you protest, pinching her chubby cheeks and tickling her waist. "daddy, save me!" she yells, cute laughter filling the living room.

"roger that, princess," you hear sakusa respond as he blocks your view with a cushion before grabbing your daughter back into his arms. "yeah, i've had enough for tonight," you grumble under your breath as you head towards the bathroom to freshen up, but you get pulled back by a much larger hand, finding yourself colliding into sakusa's side as his arm hooks over your shoulder, locking you in place.

"we're just kidding, love," he says, planting a kiss on your head. "we wouldn't last a day without you, now, will we, sweetheart?" he looks up at your daughter, who shakes her head solemnly, lips pressed into a thin line. you can't help but let out a laugh at how much she reminds of you of sakusa when he's being serious. "i love you the same, mommy, i lied," she says sincerely, reaching her tiny hand over to hold your much bigger one.

and of course you melt. who wouldn't? anybody in the world would fall for those pretty little apologetic dimpled smiles of theirs.

[atsubaka]

soft for this kind of stuff 🥺🥺

[augustinewrites]

“good evening,” oikawa grins, casually strolling into the chocolate shop.

“hi,” the girl behind the register chirps, grabbing an empty box to be filled. “are you looking for anything in particular?”

he clicks his tongue, glancing at the options in the display cases. “not really. i’m ruining a date, and i don’t want to show up empty handed. what do you recommend?”

the girl looks mildly horrified. “we— we have romantic gift box assortments recommended for first dates and anniversaries?”

oikawa places a hand under his chin, thinking. “hm, interesting. but do you have anything that says ‘you’re my best friend and i’ve been in love with you for three years but didn’t realize it until you agreed to go on a date with an athletic trainer with annoyingly perfect pecs?’”

judging from the girl’s silence, no, they did not.

“how about some of those red velvet truffles then?”

the girl grabs a set of tongs, going about collecting the chocolates he points out when his phone buzzes twice in his pocket.

it’s you.

>> date ended early. come over?

>> bring wine.

__________

oikawa steps into your apartment twenty minutes later with a box of chocolates and two bottles of wine. from the kitchen he can see the glow of the tv in the living room,

you’re sprawled out on the love seat, the princess bride (your comfort movie) playing on the tv. you’ve already changed, lounging in a pair of sinfully small shorts and a ca san juan sweatshirt.

his heart flutters, because that’s his hoodie. he’d left it here by accident (on purpose) almost three months ago. you’d never returned it, and he’d asked for it back.

you tear your gaze from the movie when he pulls the cork of the cab sauv with a pop, heaving a dramatic sigh.

“better make it a holiday pour.”

“jeez,” he chuckles, rummaging through your cabinets for two wine glasses. “that bad?”

“let’s just say his pecs were the only good thing he had going for him.”

he fills your glass above half, and his own just a quarter, deciding on bringing the bottle and the box of chocolates into the living room too. “just an idiot with nice muscles, huh? if only there’d been someone around to tell you that before you’d agreed to go out with him.”

you sit up, leaning against the armrest to take your glass, but not without shooting him a glare. “if you say, ‘i told you so,’ i’ll kick you out.”

you say that, but you fold your legs in to let him get comfortable on the couch, plopping them right back in his lap and trapping him there.

for his sake more than yours, he grabs the blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over your bare legs before resting a hand on your shin. “wanna tell me what happened instead?”

“i told him i had to use the bathroom and left— and why do you have chocolate?” you ask, nodding towards the box he’d set on the coffee table. “those are from that fancy place that just opened up in retiro. you got a hot date or something?”

“yeah,” he answers, a grin tugging on his lips. of course you know where it’s from, you’d told him about it, after all. “you.”

you’re silent for a second, eyeing him warily. “you’re weird.”

“you’re the one who told their date you had to use the bathroom and ditched,” he points out. “are you going to tell me why?”

huffing a little, you take a larger than normal gulp of your wine, turning to stare at the tv. “too…touchy. pretty much just wanted to go back to his place and hook up.”

oikawa’s playful smile immediately falls, annoyance burning in his gut. he was right to almost sabotage the date, then. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you sigh, resting your glass against your forehead. “it’s just— dating is hard.”

“i know.” he opens his arms, and you set your glass down, crawling across the couch to snuggle against his chest. he can still catch the lingering traces of your perfume, something sweet and floral that he’s instantly addicted to.

he uses his free hand to gently hook under your chin, tilting your head up and looking you in the eye. “you deserve better. you’re smart, funny…beautiful.”

you inhale sharply, eyes sparkling in the dim light. his heart is beating rapidly in his chest, and he wonders if you can hear it.

“you belong with someone who can appreciate all that,” he murmurs. “someone who understands you. someone with tight glutes, a great credit score, and a big fat crush on you.”

you don't even look surprised. simply glancing up at him, quirking a brow as if to say 'finally.'

“you mean, like someone who’ll spend an unnecessary amount of money on chocolates just because i mentioned the place once? someone who never forgets my favourite wine? who always comes over when i ask him to, even when he has practice in the morning?” you pause, quiet for a moment before whispering, “i might know a guy.”

your fingers lightly trace his jaw, and he can’t help but smile, leaning into your touch. “yeah? it sounds like he treats you right. maybe…maybe you should go out with him.”

“yeah,” you agree softly, lacing your fingers with his. “maybe i should.”

[atsubaka]

for a hot second there, i thought he was ruining her date w iwa 😳

[neoheros]

MSBY STAR SETTER, ATSUMU MIYA, SPOTTED ON A DATE WITH A FAN — click here to read more!

"other fans are quick to notice that the person atsumu miya was seen holding hands with (and scandalously kissing, see page 12!) as they walked down the streets of shibuya is someone frequently spotted in the crowds of their games, interviews, and other meet and greets."

"okay, firstly," atsumu narrows his eyes, "that is a horrible picture of us."

he feels a migraine coming on as he stares more and more at the stupid article, the urge to roll his eyes coming around every few minutes as he keeps on scrolling to read more of it.

"and second," he scoffs, "scandalous? they called that kiss scandalous? i barely even kissed you - are these people twelve?"

you sit across from him on the kitchen table, smiling lightly as you nurse your cup of coffee.

it's certainly been an eventful morning already, completely ignoring the fact that it is only ten am, and yet everyone you know has already called and texted you at least twice to inform you about the "scandalous" article currently trending on twitter.

"god, these people are insane." atsumu groans, his eyebrows furrowing together in tightly knit frustration.

"we just got called scandalous for holding hands." he scoffs, loud and clear, a stark defeated look on his face, "imagine if they saw us kissing - and not that pathetic ass kiss they keep talking about, because i barely kissed you in that picture."

'that picture' he keeps mentioning, it's one of the few things in the stupid article that you actually ended up liking.

it was a cute picture.

atsumu was holding your hand, his jacket on you and in return, your backpack on him. he had pulled his mask down to his chin, a stupid grin taking up most of his face, and with his free hand, he had you face cupped closely as he kisses you.

it isn't a deep kiss - thank god for that - but it was one that the two of you loved to give each other anyways.

"you're famous now," you smile, shrugging lightly as you take a sip of your coffee, "it's the price you pay."

atsumu groans, "the price i pay for playing volleyball is never getting an ounce of privacy again?"

and you nod, the same smile on your face, "we always did say we prefer staying in bed."

atsumu isn't stupid.

he knows this "fame" his career is bringing him is more or less a good thing. he's so excitedly grateful for all of it - the fans, the autographs, and sometimes, when they're not weirdly stalking him when he's with you, he appreciates the handful of paparazzi too.

but, all he ever wanted to do was play volleyball.

the fame thing just so happened to be a part of it.

"i don’t want to be famous." atsumu tells you.

"i'm afraid if you show people a very attractive man playing a sport that requires him to be in shorts, they're going to make that man famous." you muse, and he is very glad that at least one of you is relaxed about this.

he looks at you, placing a hand on his chest as he fakes a deep frown, "you mean to tell me that all they care about is my looks?"

and you say, mirroring the way he stares, "didn't i tell you that that's also why i married you?"

atsumu laughs, and suddenly, his phone is plopped down on the table, leaving it (and the article) behind as he gets up from his seat to walk over to you.

his hair is still a bedhead mess, but coincidentally, it matches the rest of his outfit perfectly.

as he walks to you, he certainly does make an old pair of boxer shorts and a ratty, gray sweatshirt look like they belong on the new issue of a GQ magazine.

if only the paparazzi could see him now.

"you only married me for my looks?" he repeats what you said, his hand still over his heart as he fakes a hurt expression.

you look at him, eyes crinkling, "what else was there to marry you for?"

and atsumu scoffs, standing in front of you, taking hold of your free hand and pulling you up to your feet.

he tilts his head, "uhm, hello? my awesome personality? my kickass talent? my amazing hair?"

"you're so humble too, don't forget to add that," you tease, and like instinct - more of a habit, really - your arms link together on the back of his neck, easily matching the way his arms cradle your waist.

and it's just a second.

just one second of forgetting about this mess of a morning, just one second of forgetting about that stupid article or the fact that the two of you may never go out in public again without being stalked.

it's just one second for the two of you.

"i'm sorry you got dragged into this." atsumu tells you, and he looks at you the way he always does, so much stars in his eyes.

you smile, eyes crinkling, "well, apparently, i'm your biggest fan."

and atsumu groans again, his eyes rolling in annoyance as he's suddenly reminded of that annoying headline.

"miya-san, can i please get an autograph?" you tease, pitching your voice a little higher as you laugh.

and honestly, you expected atsumu to have a good comeback to that — probably something about you being called his "fan", or worse; something about his stans on the internet treating him way nicer than you do now.

but he doesn’t say any of that.

all he does is smile — like all you could ever do is make him laugh — and after that, he doesn't waste another second, he brings his head down to you, and as you’re laughing, he kisses you.

eyes closed and all, he kisses you, and it's nothing like that weakass kiss the paparazzi took a photo of — this one is entirely different.

it's slow, but he's not dragging it out, his eyes are shut but the edges crinkle together as he smiles against your lips, and each move of his hands are only made to pull you closer.

you pull away, "ok — that was definitely way nicer than an autograph."

"hm, i wish they'd gotten a picture of that." atsumu says back, the frown on his face easily replaced by a proud smile.

and you tease, "it’s so scandalous."

and he tells you, with the same tone as the one in your voice, "we’ll show them how scandalous we can get."

atsumu’s decided — no matter how tempting this whole ‘fame’ thing is — he’d trade it all away just to be able to kiss you again like that in public.

you bring your hands away from his neck, this time placing them on his chest, and you look up at him, "what're you gonna do about the article?"

and he tells you, honestly, "i have no idea."

"meian said it'll probably blow over in a week but," he shakes his head in annoyance.

and you finish his sentence for him, "but we're probably never gonna be able to hang out outside again."

"i could always," and he pauses, shrugging lightly as he shoots you a look, "i don't know, i guess, i — we — we could always —"

and he doesn't know how to finish what he wants to say, but you know what he means anyways.

there’s a reason why everyone on the internet still thinks of you as a "fan", and that’s because, you and atsumu both knew how complicated it would be once he’s signed by a major company, and it isn’t just his name thrown in the mix.

so technically, to the crowd, atsumu miya, star setter of the MSBY JACKALS, is a bachelor – but to you, his team, and everyone who personally knows the both of you — he is, and always will be, your husband.

and for the longest time, for atsumu, that meant having to sneak around just to meet you in cafés, his wedding ring hidden in a band under his shirt, and always keeping at least six feet apart in official photos.

you tilt your head, "are you sure?"

and atsumu looks at you, "i've always wanted everyone to know."

(you know that.)

"i just never made them disclose it ‘cause it will complicate your life too."

(you know that too.)

"you get that right?" atsumu takes a step back.

he tells you, "your name, your information - they’ll all eventually find that out - you won't just be the 'sexy, cool, and mysterious atsumu miya fan' anymore."

you can tell that he’s been thinking about this a lot, and honestly, everything he’s telling you now does make you a little bit nervous.

and you like the way your life is right now, but you certainly don’t appreciate getting stalked by people with cameras while you’re on a date.

he refuses to look at you, so you put your hand on his face, gently making him see you.

"as much as i love being the 'sexy, cool, and mysterious atsumu miya fan', i think i'll like it more if the world knew that we're actually married." you roll your eyes, and your shoulders rise with a laugh as atsumu chortles.

his eyebrows furrow.

so you grin, "and honestly, i think it’s time they know that in reality, you are my 'cool and mysterious fan'."

he tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he teases, "you forgot to add sexy."

and you smile, teasing and all, "did i?"

needless to say, numerous calls will be made that day — one of them being the very awkward phone call to his coach and publicist regarding something about "clearing things up" involving you, and a wedding ring.

[atsubaka]

OMG THIS IS MY FAV FROM THE SERIES SO FAR 😍😍😍