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Random Levi thought #14

He hangs every single drawing and letter his kids make. Levi keeps them all on the wall in the kitchen, anytime he is feeling down or sad, he looks at that wall to remember how far he has come, how much he is loved, how you gave him his children, and a reason to move on. Eventually when his hair is gray and he is older. He would look at that same wall again, this time hanging up a drawing his grandchildren did for him.

[lucixfers]

"Levi, you're beautiful."

The words slipped your lips as if it were the most honest, natural thing to say. It was.

Levi blinked. The air had been swept from right under him, ground shifting beneath his feet. For him, this very well might have been a second rumbling. His sharp gaze faltered with a mix of surprise and disbelief—mostly disbelief.

There was a brief pause in which Levi's lips parted, perhaps ready to refute your words, but before he could respond, you reached out, firmly placing a hand on his chest. And before the depths of his self doubt could claw at him any more, your arms had now enveloped him in a surge of warmth that cascaded throughout his entire body. You held him so close, it was as if your hearts connected in a rhythm that echoed in the quiet space and harmonized with the subtle shifts in your breathing.

It was so natural. Though it felt so foreign even to you, even if your hearts beat in a syncopated rhythm that mirrored your hesitancies and vulnerabilities, it was just so natural.

You two are, after all, only human.

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Husband!Rin Matsuoka who makes you soup late at night because you woke up craving some and nothing was open this late.

He stumbles out of bed, rubbing his eyes and scratching his stomach while you follow closely behind him. Neither of you says anything to each other as he turns on the stove and starts prepping the ingredients. The aroma of garlic and onion in the hot oil causes your stomach to growl loudly and he just lets out a chuckle, continuing his mission. You stare blankly at his exposed back for what seemed like only a few moments until the sound of him plating the soup reeled you back in.

"It's done," He walks over to you with a bowl in his hand and sets one in front of you. "Careful, it's hot."

You nod and pick up the spoon, the steam from the bowl rose up into your face and you let out a tired smile. "Thank you." You say.

"Ah, it's so good!" You dance a little bit in your seat and bring another spoonful to your mouth. His sleepy eyes watch you in amusement while you finish up the food he made and set down the now empty bowl.

"Done?" He asks. A satisfied look is on your face and you nod. "Let's go back to bed then, yeah?" He stands and takes your bowl to the sink, setting it down carefully while you stand and stretch your arms out.

"Thank you, Rinnie~ you're the best husband and chef in the world." You hold his hand in yours and bring it up to press a chaste kiss to his knuckles as he leads you back down the hallway to your shared room.

"Best spouse in the world goes to you, now hurry up and get into bed. I have to get up early tomorrow." You slide yourself underneath your covers and he does the same, pulling you in close to his warm body.

"Goodnight," You sigh out with a small grin on your face. "Love you."

"Goodnight, love you more~"

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tomura shigaraki | 死柄木弔.

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PARFUM D'ÉTOILES

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ tobio kageyama x f!reader. sfw / established relationship / non-explicit reference to sex / both parties are naked && in a bathtub / slightly suggestive / lazily proofread / no plot really i dunno . . . m jus prosing abt mega ultra supa dupa lovestruck tobi here T_T / for @rinphoria’s the only truth is music collab! / 1.8k wc ♱ collab masterlist ♱ my masterlist.

tobio kageyama thinks he can see the whole universe in your eyes.

the moon upon your hair and the stars disguised as blemishes on your skin.

he didn’t think he’d ever be one for sappy romantics like this; it was always supposed to be just him and his volleyball, the two of them against the world. 

his mornings were always supposed to start at the crack of dawn, with a run along the west coast shore where he’d stop at the humble little café and grab a biscotti for an early breakfast— one for himself and one for the stray ginger cat that hung out by his apartment— the one that would never let him touch her, or even get near her before running off in the other direction.

his nights were always supposed to be spent getting extra reps out on the court, coming home too late and too tired to make anything new for dinner, eating leftovers while reviewing film for his next match, doing setting drills in his bed and writing in his volleyball journal before passing out on top of his sheets with his ball cradled in his arms.

but then, by fate of the cosmos, he met someone. 

someone who kept him in bed for a little while longer in the mornings with the warmth of her bare body against his, her lips hot against his neck in usually successful attempts to keep him to herself before he went about his day. someone who he’d grab an extra biscotti— or maybe two or three, if she asked— for after his run, someone who helped him gain the trust of that cat, someone who convinced him to put a collar with a nametag around her neck and bring her home.

someone who fed him fresh, warm meals after practice, someone who knew his likes and dislikes inside out, someone who he put to bed every night with tender touches of his fingers and lips over sacred parts of her body under the sheets, someone who put him to bed the same way.

someone he sees so much life in, someone through which he fell in love with the world.

someone who showed him what love is; how to love. someone who was able to see the very outline of his soul. touch it, even.

and now, when tobio kageyama looks at you, he thinks he can see the whole universe in your eyes.

at least, that’s what he thinks, as he watches you— completely enamoured— from the other side of the bathtub. 

the air that fills his bathroom is noisy; it always is on friday nights, where essential oil baths with you have worked its way into his schedule.

the gentle splashing of the water as your fingers tread at its surface and the sounds of rome on a hot summer’s night slip through the open window: incomprehensible chatter from patrons at the bar just across the narrow cobblestone street, the faint clinking of emptied dishes and glasses, the muted whispers of an accordion busker some blocks down. there’s the hum of your voice too— it’s quieter than the ambience surrounding his senses, yet it’s the only thing his ears seem to want to pick up on.

your voice is soft— the timbre of it a little shaky in certain parts where the pitch is either too low or too high for your range— but it carries through his blood so smoothly, enveloping him in a comforting embrace when it spreads along the broad expanse of back, just as your palms do when you knead the muscles under his taut skin there before bed every night.

tobio finds himself drowning in the dreamy lilt of your voice, the melody of your humming all too familiar as he wracks his brain to try and place where he’s heard it before.

did you have it playing from the speakers when you were cleaning the apartment one day? or was it from that one concert you took him to a couple months ago? maybe it was a song from the old italian film you both watched at the drive-in theatre last weekend. he can’t seem to remember.

he’s so caught up in his own thoughts that he barely notices when you shift around, playing with the water suddenly to boresome for you as you instead opt to lean against the edge of the tub, forearms digging into the cool marble while you look out at the city below you.

tobio feels his mouth go dry at the increased exposure of your bare skin— of course, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before; he knows your body like he knows the lines on the court, having mapped out every inch of your soft flesh with his lips— but he can’t help the way he begins to feel the steady beating of his heart in his ears. 

beauty incarnate is what he thinks you are: under the warm yellow glow of the streetlamps lining either side of the street, the flickers of the tealights set on the windowsill reflecting off the sheen of the perfumed bathwater coating every dip and curve of your frame, the languid smile on your lips and the stars in your eyes that seem to shine brighter than the city lights.

tobio’s body moves on its own when he reaches out to run his fingertips down the groove of your back, all the way to the bottom of your spine where the surface of the water meets your skin, his pinkie grazing over the bath ducky that floats near you. his attention is averted from you to the yellow piece of rubber momentarily, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he’s reminded of how it ended up joining the two of you on your weekly friday night baths; it was a gift to you that he’d purchased from a street vendor on the way back home one day— something about it screaming your name. tobio could never tell what that ‘it’ was.

and as he continues to admire you, he finally recognizes the tune you’d been humming, “that’s that song.”

“hm?” you tilt your head as you turn to look at him, a knowing smile on your lips that goes past tobio’s head.

his eyes meet yours, and there’s a slight hitch in his breath before he speaks hushedly, “the pianist played it at that restaurant, where we—"

“— had our first date… you remember,” your smile grows wider— it’s bright, almost blinding. his eyes briefly flit to the rubber ducky that’s now made its way in front of him. 

the smile on it looks just like the one you’re wearing now.

tobio scoffs, a wordless reply of, “of course i remember— how could i forget?” before his fingers resume their path along your hips, tracing over the faint lightning bolts that line the supple skin there, gently squeezing the fat of it in between his thumb and index finger.

"c'mere," he beckons you towards him with the slight outstretch of his arms, and you do as he says— shuffling through the water until you’re facing him, your frame bracketed by his legs as you kneel in between them and press your chest flush against his, running your palms down the walls of the tub until they fall flat on his thighs underneath the surface.

you feel him tense up under your touch; it coaxes a tiny giggle out of you and has you nuzzling into the crook of his neck, the residual scent of sea salt and wood sage from his cologne clouding your senses as your lips move on their own along the expanse of the soft skin there. 

“y’know my thighs are sensitive…” he grunts into your hair, biting back a pleasured hum when he feels the warmth of your breath over his pulse.

his palms leave their place on your hips to find your neck, cradling each side as his thumbs rub gently at the remnants of rosy glitter you had dusted onto your cheekbones earlier on in the evening— before you took his hand in yours and dragged him to the beach to enjoy the cotton candy sunset and some freshly baked cannoli— another thing that had worked its way into his weekly schedule, another thing that he wouldn’t have found much joy in if it weren’t for you.

you watch as his eyes dart across the expanse of your face— from the stray hairs framing it, to the puzzled pout of your lips, to the bob of your neck when you swallow, to the slight raise of your brows— before they finally settle on your own. 

and as his gaze meets yours, tobio realizes that he's right.

he can see the whole universe in your eyes.

his whole universe. 

through the ridges that line your irises, he can see the stuff his dreams are made of and the whirling ways of the cosmos that pass— all of the stars, and planets, and moons, and galaxies— his entire past, present, and future. 

his heart thrashes around the confinements of his ribs, the thrum of its beating picking up tempo as it travels through his blood and to his eardrums— he would rip it out of his chest and hand it to you on a silver platter, he would hang up all of the moons and stars in each of the 100 billion galaxies in the universe for you if he could.

“what’s on your mind?” the airy whisper of your voice falls onto his ears as a surprise, as if he weren’t expecting you to speak up in the three, now nearly four consecutive minutes he’d been staring at you without an explanation or a sound.

i love you. god, i love you so much. 

that’s what he wants to say.

there’s one other sentence— or a question, rather, that tags along with it— yet he can’t seem to get the words out of his chest. it feels like there’s a black hole where they lie, rooted so deep in the core of his soul that it sucks him in with the strongest force of gravity he’s ever felt— makes him feel like he weighs a million tons and simultaneously nothing at all. he’s nervous, but he’s also calm; clouded by his thoughts, but his mind couldn’t be any clearer.

the words dance on the tip of his tongue and he opens his mouth to speak, but instead swallows back his proclamation with the tiniest bit of hesitancy— like a shot of hard liquor— strong enough to cause a stinging pain to the membrane lining his throat, but warm enough to send an afterglow of chilling comfort through his limbs.

tobio slips his hands down beneath the water to find your own, a knowing smile working its way onto his lips. 

it mirrors the one you’re wearing.

he opens his mouth to speak— one more time— barely noticing how his thumb starts to rub along your bare ring finger, his love for you silently pouring out of his fingertip and wrapping around yours as an invisible band.

“i think you already know.”

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some self indulgent headcanons for rin matsuoka because I’ve finally had a chance to rewatch free! for the umpteenth time and I miss him

i feel like he’s never really liked his hair being touched/played with until you came along

now all he likes to do in his free time is lay his head in your lap and let your fingers work their ✨magic✨

speaking of which, your lap is his safe space <3

cant kill spiders, I’m sorry

like I know he’s living in Australia and all, but he’s terrified

it’s your job hun <33

loves to cook for you and is always trying out new recipes

always makes you try his dishes first (picture him blowing at the food if it’s super hot before holding the spoon up to your lips :3)

He’s definitely your gym buddy!

Always trying to outdo each other on the stairmaster lolll

but also really likes just running along the shoreline with you in mornings until the sunrise

and long walks at sunset

He’s a child at heart, so he turns everything you two do into a competition

always teasingggg

But he’s your BIGGEST supporter and outside the house, he’s always boasting about you and how YOU are the best at everything

He could talk to you for hourssss

He could talk ABOUT you for hours

Creates playlists for you

Keeps you as his lockscreen always.

Finds himself staring at it a lot at random times

especially when he’s out

or away from you

like on the plane

I can picture an old lady sitting next to him, noticing how he’s constantly looking at pictures of you, so she asks <3

Oh man once he starts talking about you, he can’t stop

*cue his proud, sharky grin*

Reminds me that he’s also so dramatic.

pls

a softy really

He’s sooo gentle

:((((

sometimes when you’re alone, he really just likes to hold you

gives big bear hugs

but also becomes a small spoon sometimes

pinches your nose when he’s annoyed with you

lol

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𝓔𝑼𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺, pleasing to the ear.

mellifluous tremors synchronize the polarity of his soul, no more the lost, yet the found, attracted to the sound of heaven you lay with the tips of your hands; each steady wisp dusting off the black and white tiles of tune to play. and at each note strung, his heart could only heighten into the deepest stirrings of his soul, beating along with the quelling harmony.

he'd sit not too far but not too close, but just enough to show the music you play is pleasing to his ears as the dusted pages he flips speak they're words into his mind. the melody on an onslaught of choir only add to the imagery the ink on papery leaves he reads, inviting a conversation with the thoughts he ponders, all only to turn to yours that focus on the tiles.

he'd turn, settling his own habit of reading to focus on the beauty of your face; sights the color of doves graze over the curl of your lashes that peak above your softened eyes, the soft fat of your cheeks, and even to the soft curve of your lips..

he'd lick his own.

the thought of the sweet taste of yours tickle at his brain, his imagination strumming at his core the longer he ponders, and soon, he too only rises from his comfort to taste that reality..

his hands are like silk against your fevored skin, gliding against yours, as if he was playing his own harmony, knowing precisely where to brush against to make the right chimes to falter from your lushed lips..

in the dusk of that dire night, you both, make music of your own, but he himself, conducts it all so perfectly alone..