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a 23 y/o who simps for many anime men <3

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❝that's right! and that wind... is going to wrench off your head!❞ ━ s. sanemi

✎ AN [ 23; she/her ]

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jujutsu kaisen writings

fluff — (🌤); angst — (🌩); spoilers included — (⚡️)

✧.* oneshots

STUDENTS

➥ spies | fushiguro megumi (🌤) — you're out spending some quality time with megumi without having to worry about someone finding out about your relationship. oh... wait, maybe so?

ADULTS

➥ sweets | gojo satoru (🌤) — your friend comes to your bakery all the time for your scrumptious sweets. this time, he confesses to you.

➥ gone | gojo satoru (🌩) — satoru visits your gravestone to tell you about the positive changes in his life, especially the ones you gave to him.

➥ gratefulness | gojo satoru (🌩🌤⚡️) — satoru and you go on a trip down memory lane, and you begin to see how grateful you are for this peaceful domestic life with him.

➥ overtime | nanami kento (🌤) — kento arrives home late after a hectic day at work only to find you waiting for him rather than bundling up in this cold weather.

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naruto writings

fluff — (🌤); angst — (🌩); spoilers included — (⚡️)

*uchiha itachi has his own masterlist!*

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UZUMAKI NARUTO

➥ insecurity (🌤) — naruto came back from a mission with hinata? you seriously question whether you're right for him or not.

➥ tension (🌤) — [college au] finals season is in session, and you've been neglecting your health. a worried naruto confronts you about the importance of self-care.

➥ rogue (🌤) — you were a rogue ninja who had an altercation with a ninja from the hidden leaf. however, you never would have guessed he'd come looking for you afterwards.

➥ family (🌤) — [modern au] your son begins to miss his workaholic father, so of course you decide what better than to bring him to his workplace. what could go wrong?

➥ “i like you” (🌤) — you like naruto, but he doesn't know. tired of this one-sided feeling, you decided to tell naruto that you like him.

UCHIHA SASUKE

➥ together (🌤) — sasuke loves you with all his heart, and he wanted to take your relationship to the next level.

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UCHIHA SASUKE

➥ wearing his clothes (🌤) — [modern au] uh oh... sasuke found you wearing his clothes.

MULTI

➥ random headcanons (🌤) — just whatever i thought up about sasuke and itachi.

➥ cultural headcanons (🌤) — how would sasuke and itachi be with someone from a different culture?

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demon slayer writings

note: for right now, i am only writing for the demon slayer hashira!

fluff — (🌤); angst — (🌩); spoilers included — (⚡️)

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➥ the wind and leaf | s. sanemi [coming soon]

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haikyuu writings

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FUKURODANI

➥ solace | akaashi keiji (🌤) — [college au] finals season is in play, and you're stressed. good thing you have a loyal, kind-hearted man caring for you.

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MULTI

➥ when they come across a cat | k. tetsurou, b. koutarou, k. kenma, and o. tooru (🌤) — what happens when a cat suddenly disrupts these boys' daily routine?

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➥ mystique | i. hajime [coming soon]

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rules

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❀ this is a SFW blog. i do not write NSFW, so do not ask for it.

╰┈➤ any requests asking for NSFW or anything i am not comfortable writing about will be deleted.

❀ do not copy, repost, or reuse my writings in any way shape or form without my consent! i do not own the characters i write about only the actualy writings i do with them.

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❀ if you want me to write a specific piece of writing for a character(s), then use the ask box to submit a request! please only do so when my requests are open!

╰┈➤ if i get requests when i am not accepting them, i will delete them!

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╰┈➤ as of right now, i will only write for the demon slayer hashira!

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update!

hi! it's been a while (2 years since my last oneshot), and i'm slowly bringing myself back to this page. whatever busy stuff i've been up to in my life has calmed down a lot, and i think i'm ready to come back and write for you all again!

some important updates regarding my comeback:

— i am planning on revamping my entire page (including aesthetics and links to other posts); i want to start "fresh" with an entirely new layout so it will inspire me to continue forward.

— i am going to be changing what fandoms i'll be writing for as well (my love for naruto will still remain but i want to explore other fandoms as well); i will still keep my old posts on this page though.

as of right now, i'm planning on writing for characters from naruto, haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, and demon slayer. however, i want to limit the number of naruto writings so i can also write for other fandoms.

— the requests that i still have in my inbox will be completed as quickly as they can to make room for new requests; for now, requests are still closed!

i hope that whoever follows me or reads my content will be patient with me throughout this process. i want to fall in love with writing, and i want to try to keep this as consistent as i can.

also, i am on wattpad (user: svfttachi) where i am currently in the process of writing a couple of longer fics. i will be posting them here as well, depending on if they suit my platform here or not.

thank you to everyone reading this post for giving me this platform where i can share my writing and love for anime with you all. i'll hopefully update you all soon! <3

[miyamoratsumuu]

WHAT'S LEFT OF YOU

↳ you promised to marry each other by the time you were 23. but when the time came, a happy marriage wasn't what greeted you when you saw him again. touya todoroki/dabi x reader notes/warnings: implied character death (no specific details of how), angst angst angst!!!, events stated from the war may not be completely accurate, doesn't contain a specific timeline from the series

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"we'll get married when we're eighteen!" was the first thing touya heard when you successfully convinced your mom to give you two rings she never wears anymore. the boy could only roll his eyes as he watched you skip your way closer to him.

"no way! that's way too early you know!" he crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground. he instantly regretted doing so when your grin was replaced with a frown and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. touya sighed and took one of the rings from your hand and held it up in front of you.

"let's get married when we're twenty three instead. we won't be too young and we won't be too old either. just don't cry, alright?" he slipped the ring onto his finger and he did the same for yours. now your grin was wider than the one you had earlier, and the eldest todoroki couldn't have it any other way. he was satisified with himself until you raised your pinky finger towards him.

"pinky promise?" you had a hint of hesitation in your voice, laced with the innocence of believing in the strength of promises made with the pinky of your hand. touya only replied to your hesitation with a confident grin, and with him wrapping his pinky around yours.

"promise!"

that was the last interaction you've had with touya todoroki since you last saw him. it's been forever since you last made promises with the boy, it's been years since you last heard his name, and it's been months since both of your birthdays this year have passed. both of you were supposed to be twenty three by now, but then again, your ring finger still lacked a wedding band.

you never thought you'd stand face to face with the todorokis again after all these years, but here you are. enji todoroki, the man himself, laid in a hospital bed, as his wife and children stood by him. "dabi's dance" "the todorokis' eldest son is alive" "touya turned into a villain" "touya's alive"

the last thought never left your head for what felt like forever. the swirl of emotions in your stomach felt like the warmth of a fire on a winter night and the sting of alcohol in a new wound in one. it's been days since dabi, the famously known villain from the league of villains revealed himself to be touya todoroki. the current battle between him and shoto must be tough on both of them; you thought. it was tough on you too, to only be watching from the other side of a tv screen in your dimly lit apartment.

it made you feel bad, but the only thing going through your mind while the brothers were on tv was if touya's promise ring was still with him. if you were special enough to him for him to keep something that had a piece of you that came along with it. it's a shame you only got your answer weeks after the war ended.

it wasn't a surprise that the only people that attended the man's funeral were the members of the todoroki family themselves. other than them, you were the only other attendee there. all of you wore black, and the pouring rain just matched your mood perfectly. soon, one by one, touya's only known family other than the league said their goodbyes and left. until the only ones left in front of the sad pile of soil was you and enji todoroki. your eyes never left the ground until the man beside you cleared his throat.

"the police said they found this among touya's belongings. well, his used to be belongings. everything else was burned in a fire, this was the only thing left." you turned to him as he opened his palm to reveal a ring; it was small and had the smallest bit of rust along its sides but otherwise, you could recognize that piece of jewelry anywhere.

"I assumed it had something to do with you since I've seen you wearing a similar one for a while now." enji urged you to open your hand, and he gently placed the ring in your palm. he offered you a bow and bid you goodbye. since the man left, you never moved from where you stood, and you never let the ring out of your sight. it was the last piece of who touya was; before hurt caught up to him, before it pushed him to change who he was entirely, and before you lost him.

tears pricked your eyes as you slipped touya's ring onto the finger beside the one your own ring was on. this time, you let the tears fall down your cheeks. you let yourself cry, now that touya isn't there to stop you. by now, you were supposed to be celebrating your marriage with the only boy you ever loved. instead, you grieved in his death, and the sky continued to let its tears fall as it mourned with you.

a/n: my first take at writing for dabi!! I hope this came out alright huhu I'm not too sure with how I described some scenes but oh well (I desperately need rue's opinion on this like I'm praying to the tumblr gods that rue sees this on her dashboard PLSPLSPLS)

[svfttachi]

ughh stop- i'm supposed to be studying but now i'm sad on my little break 😭 you wrote this so beautifully too

[tadmonarch]

a couple kashis

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about me

✎ this is an updated, more detailed little introduction and about me for my blog since i have many new followers and friends now.

✎ if you are new, then welcome! i'm glad to have you here, and i hope you enjoy what my page has to offer.

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ꨄ︎ for starters, i go by AN (she/her) here on tumblr, and if you know me in real life... you don't anymore.

╰┈➤ i'm turning 22 this year, and i'm still a huge worried girl (lol).

ꨄ︎ my hobbies are: writing, drawing, playing video games (mostly switch & pc), watching tv (mostly anime), and hanging out with my cat.

╰┈➤ i've been drawing since i was a child, and i've been writing since high school!

╰┈➤ i'm still playing tears of the kingdom, but I'M ALMOST DONE! i'd say it's my favorite switch game so far.

ꨄ︎ i'm currently watching: star wars: the clone wars (season 7), naruto shippuden (war arc), one piece (summit war arc), and fruits basket (season 2).

╰┈➤ fyi star wars is literally my FAVORITE series ever. i have been watching and loving it since forever. the happiness of my childhood gives major thanks to the star wars franchise.

╰┈➤ i do not read manga as normally as i watch anime, but i have finished the tokyo revengers manga! give me manga suggestions!

╰┈➤ i am also rewatching my hero academia! i want to add attack on titan to me rewatch list cause i want to be emotional towards it.

ꨄ︎ my favorite characters, at the moment, are (in no particular order): gojo, geto, inumaki, megumi, bokuto, kise, itachi, hanma, ace, shanks, mihawk, sanji, bakugo, todoroki, aizawa, levi, eren, and jean (we could be here all day if i listed them all, and the fact that bokuto and kise are voiced by the same japanese va just says something).

ꨄ︎ my least favorite things are: school, DANZO >:( (i cannot stand this man), sitting in my room alone, and overthinking the littlest of things.

ꨄ︎ lastly, please be patient with me. i do take frequent, sometimes unannounced, breaks from this blog and social media in general for my own sanity. and to everyone that has always interacted with my writings on this blog and remained patient throughout my many indefinite hiatuses, thank you! i continue to appreciate you all every single day i open my notifs.

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ꨄ︎ that's all i can think of at the moment, so please enjoy this opla luffy (iñaki<3) gif in the mean time

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one piece writings

❝𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴!❞ ━ 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗱. 𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆 🏴‍☠️☁️

✎ i do not own the One Piece franchise. the franchise and its characters rightfully belong to the original creator, Eiichiro Oda.

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“OH GOD, IT’S NOT FAIR OF HIM TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS MUCH!” (HQ BOYS)

ATSUMU: says things out of nowhere that it makes you feel butterflies. it’s so sudden that it hits you like a tidal wave that knocks the air out of you. the two of you could be laughing at some random thing and suddenly, he opens his mouth to mention something, “your smile.” he says, almost out of nowhere, eyes looking at you with so much fondness that you refuse to believe that someone could ever look at you that way. “my smile? what’s wrong with it, tsum?” you question, and he chuckles, “oh, there’s nothing wrong with it.” a goofy smile plants itself over his face, “it’s just.. it’s so pretty. i want to see it more.” he says, resting his forehead over yours. “wanna be the person who makes you do all that—smile and laugh. you’re so beautiful.”

AKAASHI: “you were saying?” he questions as he’s scribbling over his notebook, studying for a test he’ll take the next day. the question almost surprises you. “i was saying..?” you ask, eyes on him as he looks busy enough writing over his notebook rather than listening to your nonstop blabbering. “yeah? you were talking about the book you just finished reading.” he says, and you sat there surprised, silenced and unable to fully process what you just heard. “well?” he ushers you to speak, the tone of his voice coming out as if he wants to hear more from you. and you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “you.. you were listening?” you respond with a timid voice. your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, dropping down his pen to look at you with interest in his eyes. “of course i do. i’m always listening to you, honey.”

KUROO: you weren’t sure what just happened, but all you could process was the fact that you’re suddenly lifted by the strong arms of your boyfriend as you walked through the hallway of the campus. it was supposed to be a normal day. you sighed, trying to ignore the stares of the students around you (and yaku, literally staring at the both of you in disgust). “tetsu, what are you doing? what’s all this? what’s happening?” you throw your boyfriend a wave of questions, unable to get a glimpse of the motive behind his actions. the deep chuckles from him reaches your ears, and you almost had to be grateful for being carried bridal style so as to not feel your knees weakening from the sound he just made. “am i not allowed to care for the love of my life?” he says, almost as if it’s an obvious fact. you roll your eyes, not convinced. you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it—“you mentioned you walked home yesterday, right? you know, it’s pretty convenient to take the bus sometime. your house is pretty far from here. your feet must have been aching. let me take care of you, alright?”

OIKAWA: “delivery for the most beautiful person in the world!” he knocks on your classroom door, catching the attention of your classmates. you mildly panic, a rush of embarrassment flowing over you as you’re greeted with teasing smiles and chuckles. you see, tooru always had the tendency to do these things. and it honestly surprises you ‘till this day. he makes you feel so openly loved that it scares you it might disappear someday. your heart beats at a fast pace as your boyfriend nears you, eyes never leaving your figure as the corners of his lips are raised upwards. he places a bouquet of flowers on your desk, along with your favorite food on a plastic bag, and you almost choke a cry. “what’s all this?” you question, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he chuckles, “is there anything wrong with a boy simply wanting to show his love to his favorite person in the world?” his hand reaches to cup itself against your cheek, his warmth cascading over you. “let me show you what you deserve. i’m right here.”

USHIJIMA: you let out a sharp breath as you’re suddenly being pulled to collide against a strong chest which happens to be your boyfriend. you’re about to ask what just happened when he speaks first, “be careful. you were about to hit a lamp post.” your eyes widens, looking to the side to notice that you were, indeed, about to bump against one. guilt quickly begins to rush over you. “o-oh.. i’m sorry, i get really clumsy and bad at these things—“ you try to explain yourself apologetically, but your boyfriend cuts you off before you could finish your statement, “please don’t apologize. these are simply trivial matters.” he tells you. it’s only ‘till then you notice his arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner while he keeps you steady. “matters like these are the reason why i’m here. let me be the one to keep you out of danger.”

KITA: “this one’s wrong. you messed up the formula halfway, that’s why the rest of the equation is wrong.” your boyfriend explains to you as he compares his math homework with yours. you couldn’t help but chuckle in embarrassment, inwardly beating yourself up for being dumb infront of him. you scratch the back of your head, “s-sorry, i could really get confused over these things.” you apologize, and your boyfriend could only nod in understanding. “in this number too, you got the formula wrong. you’re supposed to use this.” he then adds, pointing to a certain number on your paper. you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “r-right.. i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better.” you reply apologetically. but your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed by shinsuke. his eyes worriedly looks at your figure as he quickly slides an arm around your waist, “hey, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” you could feel his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt as a way to assure you. “you’re doing amazing, believe me. just let me know if you’re confused anywhere. i can always help you. you’re okay.”

[titanialev]

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thaw - touya todoroki/reader (1.7k) based on this text post, vague allusions to angst, pining, unrequited love, no-quirk AU, todoroki family holiday bliss, shoto/reader is canon, no pronouns/mention of reader's gender

The kitchen is bustling with activity.

At the stove, in a shallow pot of oil, Rei tends to the pumpkin she’s carefully frying to a crisp, golden shell. Beside her at the sink Fuyumi is meticulously cleaning vegetables that she’ll pass off to her youngest brother standing at the counter, trying his hardest to work out how to use the peeler in his hands. You’re on the other side of the kitchen, having just set the rice cooker to on, watching the excitement unfold. 

“Natsuo, stop eating the ingredients!” Fuyumi chastises the young man peeking over her shoulder, snagging one of the beansprouts from the draining board and popping it surreptitiously into his mouth. 

“But I’m hungry,” he complains as he chews the measly little sprout he’d managed to snag, pouting as his older sister shoos him away.

“Here,” Rei says gently, a little smile on her face as she plucks a bit of tempura off the tray of pieces she’d already prepared and set aside to rest, holding it out to her middle child with her chopsticks. Natsuo perks up noticeably, leaning down to catch the little golden-brown fried shrimp in his mouth. He looks pleased as he chews away at it, skirting across the kitchen towards you while his sister grumbles about how he’s being spoiled. 

There’s music coming from the television in the next room as a popular National New Year's Eve program airs live, though the family is not there to watch it. There’s an old song that’s playing, one you remember your mother singing in your childhood, and at the stove Rei starts to hum along as she plucks the perfectly cooked slices of pumpkin from the oil and moves them to the tray with the rest of her previously prepared delicacies. 

It’s comfortable. Warm. Familiar in the most fundamental way. 

You approach Shoto at the counter. 

“You’re going to slice your fingers off,” you remark, watching as he butchers the carrot in his hand—half-peeled but knobbly from his inconsistent, jagged strokes with the vegetable peeler. “Be careful.”

He peeks at you from the corner of his eye, his lips pursed. 

“Why does it look so easy when you do it?” he complains quietly. 

“Because it is easy,” you reply, laughing lightly, “you’re just really bad at it.”

You watch as Shoto’s mouth flattens into an unimpressed little line, and you lean your weight against his side. 

“Here, hold it this way,” you instruct him, adjusting his grip on the implement and the poor misshapen vegetable. This time when the man beside you drags the blade across the skin, it comes off in one long, graceful ribbon.

Shoto looks at you with wide, excited eyes, his expression brightening. You press a brief, inconspicuous kiss to the very edge of his mouth when you’re sure no one is looking, and pink blossoms high across his cheeks in response. 

“Natsuo, come help Sho with this or we’ll be here until Obon,” you singsong in the direction of the older of the two brothers as you step away from your partner, and Fuyumi laughs as she crosses the kitchen to bring more vegetables to add to Shoto’s already impressive pile. The white-haired boy shuffles over when you call him, picking up the second vegetable peeler and setting to work. 

As the three Todoroki siblings bicker over the most efficient way to tackle the workload, you spot something from the corner of your eye—a figure in the periphery of your vision, ghosting past the doorway to the kitchen out of sight. 

You perk up.

You hasten in the direction the figure had moved, towards the front door of Rei’s home when you hear it gently close. It’s cold outside and you didn’t have time to grab your coat, but it doesn’t stop you as you jog along the walkway at the front of the house. 

“Touya!” you call out the the retreating figure who seems to be fleeing more briskly than usual. “Touya, wait!”

Finally the eldest Todoroki son stops, seemingly resigned to his apprehension, and you watch as he stands with his back to you, his shoulders tense. You jog along the wooden walkway that lines the front of the house to catch up to him.

“Where are you going?” you ask, a little out of breath from the pace of your pursuit. 

Touya turns towards you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of the jacket he has pulled on over a dark hoodie. 

“I’ve got plans.”

“But it’s New Years,” you say sadly. 

“Not midnight yet,” he reminds you, though not unkindly. 

“Will you at least stay for dinner? We should be eating soon,” you say, fiddling the the handles of the little bag you hold in your hands.

“Is there even anything left between Natsuo’s snacking and Shoto’s hack job with that peeler?” he asks with a brow quirked wryly. 

You laugh a little, because he has a point. You also realize he must have been peeking into the kitchen as the rest of the family worked to prepare the evening's meal.

“There’s still plenty,” you assure him. 

It’s quiet for a moment, the still winter night around you a sharp contrast to the bustling atmosphere of the warm kitchen inside.

“Will you at least be back to come to the shrine with us tomorrow morning?” you finally ask again, a little softer than before but still hopeful. 

Touya breathes out a long, low breath, and it leaves his mouth in a wispy cloud of vapour.

“Yeah, I should be back by then.”

You doubt it. 

“You should get inside,” he remarks next, his tone a little irritated but in a way of concern, not vexation. “You’re not dressed properly.”

He’s right. You’re in your slippers and without a coat, and it’s cold enough that at any moment you’re sure you’ll see snow start to fall. But you’d followed him on a mission, determined not to let the eldest Todoroki slip away (like he's so good at) without at least doing this.

You hold the little bag in your hands out towards him, and Touya’s brows shoot up in surprise. 

“What’s that?”

“It’s nothing big,” you rush to explain. “I just got you a little gift. For the holidays, you know.”

“I thought we all agreed we weren’t buying presents,” Touya looks alarmed, his mouth turned down at the corner in a way that makes the silvery lines of his long-healed scars pull.

“I didn’t buy it, technically—” you toe at the ground beneath your slipper-clad feet, shivering a little as a rush of cold wind bristles past. Your teeth begin to chatter lightly. “—I made it.”

Touya looks unhappy regardless of your explanation, but he watches the way you shiver and shake in the cold and you suspect that his concern for your insufficient attire is what makes him relent and stick his hand into the gift bag—if for no other reason to appease you and get you back inside. 

From the depths of the simple little paper gift bag, Touya pulls out a long, soft, hand-knitted scarf. It's a plain grey colour you hoped was neutral and inoffensive enough not to put him off wearing it, and that you thought would compliment his colouring. 

His turquoise eyes flicker from the length of knit in his hands, up to your own that are watching him eagerly for his reaction.

“It’s a scarf!” you say, wringing your fingers nervously now that you don’t have the gift bag to fiddle with to distract yourself.

“I see that.”

You clear your throat a little. “You mentioned that you don’t really like the cold, and that the scars around your neck are sensitive to it, and I just thought… w-well I already had the yarn and stuff… so I just… wanted to make it for you?” your tone climbs on the final word, like it’s a question rather than a statement of fact. 

Touya’s thumbs brush against the softness of the scarf, his eyes following the delicate lines of stitches your hands had carefully purled together to make it. 

He swallows. 

“Thank you.”

Your stomach flutters, a great, almighty fwooosh of relief. 

“Do you like it?” you ask him excitedly. 

“Yeah,” he replies, grunting a bit to clear his throat before tacking on a half-mumbled “’s nice.”

A rosiness has bloomed across Touya’s cheeks when he finally glances at you again. A little shy. A little embarrassed. Though you can’t begin to imagine why.

You smile brightly, the expression stretching so wide it makes your frostbitten cheeks ache. 

“I’m glad!”

Touya swallows, looking away out across the dark yard of his mother’s home. 

“Alright, now get inside before you catch something. Shoto'll kick my ass if I get you sick.”

You nod, skittering off towards the front door again, eager to escape the chill. You pause just before you step inside, and turn back to see Touya standing at the end of the walkway, still holding the scarf, watching you go. 

“Happy New Year, Touya!” you call back to him with one last smile and a wave. 

He doesn’t quite smile back, but he rarely does that anyway. One night when you and Shoto has been laying in your bed at home, the youngest Todoroki boy had said ‘Touya’s never had much to smile about’ about his brother’s somewhat solemn countenance.

And you know he’s right.

You know Todoroki Touya has lived a hard life. Has found himself down roads most aren’t strong enough to brave, and somehow made it home again. 

But there’s an expression on his face now, though it’s a bit difficult to make out in the dim light. Not quite a smile, but the ghost of one. Closer to happiness than you’ve ever seen him, even if it is still a little haunted. 

He lifts his hand in parting, and you step back inside to the warmth of Rei’s home. You hear the television still blaring from the living room. You hear your boyfriend and his siblings fighting over the vegetables. The warm air begins to dissipate the chill that had clung to you outside.

You close the door and at the other end of the walkway out of sight, Touya’s shoulder’s slump like a marionette whose strings have finally snapped.

He stares at the scarf in his scarred hands with an ache kindling in his chest. He loops it slowly around his neck and turns to continue off into the cold night, a little bit warmer than before. 

[svfttachi]

currently in a touya/dabi obsession rn and this... this just does it, i can't wait to read more! 😭

[svfttachi]

gratefulness // gojo s.

wc — 1.9k

type — gojo s. x fem!reader

tw — slight spoilers for jjk (really only for those who don't know about gojo & geto's friendship), mentions of suguru (;-;), emotional moments

✎ in a little gojo brainrot rn. season 2 really hurt so much, and i heard it only gets worse so... i'm just going to write instead to help myself and others who feel the same. i kinda love gojo so much again, especially when i was writing this. also, sorry for being so inactive sometimes, school started up again and it's already causing problems for me, mentally, but i hope you enjoy, nonetheless! <3

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SPARKLING, BLUE EYES HIDDEN BEHIND HIS SUNGLASSES PEER AT YOU FROM THE LIVING ROOM.

Piles of paper surround the white haired high school teacher who was sitting on the floor behind the wooden coffee table in your quaint home. Purple tinted sunglasses distorted the colors he was seeing, but he was still able to make out that you were wearing one of his hoodies along with your baggy, plaid pajama pants. Bright orangey rays light up the inside of the home, signaling an early morning.

Luckily, the weekend had started, so neither you nor your husband were in a rush to head to work, allowing you to partake in your comfortable morning routines. The sound of the coffee maker clicked rhythmically, and the scent of the freshly brewed beverage swirled in the air, captivating your husband from the other room. “Can you brew me a cup, too?” he called out, capturing your attention.

Looking up from your phone, you were finally able to notice how his eyes danced across your facial features. It wasn’t entirely unnatural to get some attention from your husband, but the sight of the enormous pile of paper sitting around him was enough to decipher that he was using this as an excuse to not work.

Setting your phone down on the counter beside you, you walked over to the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. One look down at the papers had the white haired, blue eyed man scratching the back of his head nervously. “If I make you a cup, then you have to finish your work. You’ve delayed this long enough, Satoru,” you responded, tilting your head to the side. Satoru sighed, letting his head hang low, “Fine… I’ll finish sorting these out.”

As a little form of reassurance and motivation, you walked closer to your husband and knelt down to his level. Your soft, pinkish lips pressed gently against his smooth cheek. When you pull away and stand up, you feel your hand being held by his own, not too tightly either. “I want more… wait, need not want,” Satoru mumbled, trying to intertwine your fingers together. “Hmm… maybe after you’re done, I’ll think about it,” you suggested, letting go of his hand.

You could hear him whine a soft no on your way back to the kitchen. Satoru slouched forward and began working a little bit after you left him here, “Three sugars, please, hun.” Shaking your head with a smile printed on your lips, you reached for the container that held the sugar cubes, “I know, ‘Toru. I still don’t see how you can drink it this sweet.”

“It’s an acquired taste, Y/N. You wouldn’t understand,” Satoru teases as he’s sorting the mounds of papers in front of him. A light giggle left your mouth as you prepared both of your cups of coffee, entirely different from one another.

As you headed towards Satoru with each cup of coffee in your hands, you overheard clattering sounds coming from upstairs. Next, two pairs of footsteps grew louder the closer they got to you, one sounding more rushed than the other. A head of pink hair appeared, and the boy performed an amazing flip to land on the floor right in front of the stairs. He threw his hands out into the air accompanying a big smile on his olive-toned face. Eventually, another boy joined him, still sluggish from the previous night’s restful slumber.

“Ha! I beat you down here, Fushiguro!” the pink haired boy shouted, pointing at his friend. Megumi scratched his head, trying to make sense of where the sudden competition arose from. “I wasn’t racing you,” he mumbled, “Good morning, Y/N… Gojo.”

Satoru was unfazed by the sudden increase in the volume of sounds within the house, but you… well it amused you, so you had to watch it unfold. A laugh came from you, and soon, you added, “Good morning, boys. Satoru’s working on some work, but your breakfast is on the table.”

The three of you split ways with the boys going towards the kitchen whilst you go towards the living room. Satoru looks up at the increase in your presence. You sat down next to Satoru, handing him his cup of coffee. “Thank you, babe,” Satoru whispered, taking a sip of the coffee, “Ah, just perfect.” Satoru placed his coffee cup on the table in front of him and went back to reorganizing the pile which has significantly shrunk in size.

Your eyes glanced up and toward the kitchen table where Megumi and Yuuji sat. Between the two of them, it was clear to tell their type of personality. One was actively telling stories using his hands to exaggerate bits and pieces of it while the other one passively listened as he ate his breakfast. It definitely reminded you of another particular duo from your teenage years with one half of it sitting beside you and the other half… long gone and hidden in the shadows.

Occasionally, you’d start to think about those good days when everything was about hanging out, going on missions, and goofing around. However, after the events that occurred shortly after that one mission, you rarely let your mind go back to that time. The thought of it was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and Satoru was quick to notice it.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, turning to fully face you with hands placed on your crossed legs. A slightly chuckle coughed out in the midst of your tears, and a sleeve came up to rub them away. Satoru’s usual sharp, piercing eyes had softened at your crying face. “It’s nothing. I… I just miss Suguru sometimes, and seeing Yuuji and Megumi reminds me of you and him,” you replied, shaking your head at the reason that seemed silly to you.

Satoru didn’t have to look at his student and the boy he took in to understand the connection. He saw it in those boys everyday he is with them, and only the mission and training that he assigns to them is enough to shield his mind from those rough memories of his best friend. His hand gently massaged your leg as a sign of comfort, and it slowly helped to ease the string of emotions you were experiencing.

“They are really good at doing that, aren’t they?” Satoru joked, flashing a smile at you. A sigh left your mouth when the tears stopped flowing freely, and your gaze met Satoru’s. “I just… wish we could have helped him back then. Maybe then, Suguru would be here helping you with your workload or telling the boys stories, too,” you said, staring at the remaining amount of coffee in your cup.

Satoru carefully sat behind you and wrapped his arms loosely around your neck and shoulders, resting his chin on your head. He took the coffee cup from your hand and set it next to his own cup, allowing you to comfortably relax with your back against his chest. Your head rested against Satoru’s neck, and your red-shot, tear filled eyes looked up at him.

“I think about that day all that time, too, and how Suguru could be here if I was just a little more attentive as to what was going on,” Satoru whispered, locking eyes with yours through the purple shades resting upon the bridge of his nose. He let his cheek rest against the side of your head, slightly tightening his hold on you as he continued, “But… I try not to think about the mistakes I made in the past, and rather to focus on what I can fix here in the present. Suguru will always be with us in our hearts, no matter what. I’ve learned that through all of the pain from his exit we should be more grateful for those we still have and the opportunities we are given everyday.”

You reached your hand up to softly hold his cheek as his eyes met yours once again. “Satoru, I’ll always be grateful for you because without you, I don’t know where I’d be in life,” you said, smiling at the love of your life. “Please, Y/N, I don’t know who I’d be without you. To be honest, Suguru always said that you’re too good for me, but my heart still clung onto you,” Satoru responded, placing a hand over your own hand.

Your hands fell from one another, but Satoru kept his arms around you from behind as laughter got closer to the living room. The both of you watched as Megumi and Yuuji entered the living room still going on about something that happened whilst they were in the town the other day. Satoru unhooked his arms from around you and got up, swiftly grabbing his empty coffee cup and your cup with the ice cold remnants that you weren’t going to finish. He walked up to the boys, ruffling Megumi’s hair playfully as he glared at the older man. “Get dressed you two. We’re going to Tokyo,” was all Satoru said as he walked past the boys to clean up the coffee cups.

Your eyes had widened ever so slightly at the sudden announcement, but your feelings about going outside weren't as heightened as a certain pink haired boy. Yuuji started shaking Megumi’s shoulders back and forth while simultaneously shouting Tokyo loudly into the air before disappearing up the stairs. Megumi tore his eyes off of the usually excited Yuuji to glance over at you, his mother figure. It didn’t take long for him to take a seat in front of you with his legs crossed and shoulders slightly slouched.

“You look like you have been crying,” Megumi stated in a low, worried tone. He took note of the puffiness surrounding your bottom eyelids along with the redness that overtook the whites of your eyes. A sigh left your mouth as a hand came to gently lay on his shoulder. “I’m okay, Megs. Don’t worry. Now, go get changed,” you replied. As much as you like being transparent about your feelings and emotions, it wasn’t worth ruining the little bits of Megumi that he was holding onto so dearly already. The poor child has been through enough without needing a reason as to why his personality and friendship with Yuuji brought tears to your eyes.

“Are you sure? You told me that I shouldn’t keep my thoughts to myself if they were bothering me, so… why are you?” Megumi asked, brows furrowing with confusion. A chuckle left your mouth because you were, indeed, contradicting yourself about what you taught Megumi way back when. “Just missing somebody… an old friend, is all. I’m grateful that Satoru found you that day, Megs. You have been one of the best things in not only my life but in Satoru’s life, too. So, that’s why I told you not to worry. I’ll always have a reason to smile with this little family of ours,” you said with a heartfelt smile, “Now, go get ready.”

Megumi took a second to really allow your words to settle into his mind before giving you a small nod. He got up as told and walked away to get ready for the day ahead of him. You stared at the stairway even after Megumi left you, leaving you oblivious to the man who teleported to sit next to you. Arms slung around your shoulder once more, bringing you close to your husband, but it didn’t faze you one bit since you were used to these antics.

“Let’s go get ready, too. Shall we?”

“We shall.”

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Itachi x reader where they watched the summer I turned pretty and Yn is team Conrad and Itachi would be but insecure after seeing Jeremiah and belly thinking yn and Sauske are very close. (I have send this request on other accounts but maybe they're busy or haven't seen it yet)of course no pressure

my requests are closed at the moment, and i have not watched this show. so i wouldn't have been able to write this correctly. sorry!