OKAY So I Imagine You And Xiao Just Laying In Bed Because Xiao FINALLY Admitted To Himself That Yes,

Omg I just imagined listening to music with Nanami.

You both like sharing earbuds to listen on the songs you both like, whenever you're in the car after the mission or somewhere in Jujutsu tech.

AOSJHAKSBW IMAGINE HIM MAKING A PLAYLIST OF SONGS THAT REMINDS HIM OF YOU. AHHHHHH

I bet he has a faint smile when he listens to that playlist. Ofc gojo can't see that smile— or can he?

Just the thought being close to him because the string of the earbuds isn't long enough, and you rest your head on his shoulder. APKSOANSIW

Peace out. ✌️

I headcanon that Nanami has no idea how to listen to music properly - like he is the only person who chooses not to subscribe to any music playing platforms because he prefers records or smth like that.

highkey hot of him tho.

But you were desperate haha - so you logged into your own account when you're on his phone just so you two can listen to music together whenever you take the train home, or when you two are coming back from a mission together.

Like everything else Nanami enjoys, he does not like going into it blind; and he ends up developing his own taste quite quick. He doesn't like rock and was quite interested in the fact that he can hear the classics that he enjoys on the go. So he soon subscribes to his own account so he can enjoy and explore the app at his own convenience as well. Plus, he doesn't like to be riding off your account for long haha.

I am sure he even got interested in making playlists as well, and because of his need for perfection, he probably got the hang of making playlists and made one specifically for the both of you. Songs that you two enjoy together, songs from bands or singers you've suggested to him that he added into the playlist since he enjoys a few of their songs. Sometimes they are just new songs he had found through recommendation and added into their as well.

Probably named it after you with a cute candid picture of you or whatever - but that's just random things he does ya know 🙂 not like he's husband material anyway

or the fact that he might play a few of those songs during your wedding what-

i. my youth is yours / eren jaeger ( attack on titan ). 

The reason why Eren is the way he is right now is that you have always been part of his youth.

wc: 1,672 

a/n: takes place in a modern setting of marley, where eren & the reader are both 22 years old and college students. 

Eren has known you since he was ten years old.

It started in the fifth grade when he first saw you on the first day. Back then, he thought nothing special of you. You were around his age, a classmate of his, and just someone who sits at a desk that was arranged next to him. Someone as sweet and nice as you shouldn’t be friends with someone as fearsome and abrupt as him, but fate had other plans in store for him.

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HOME | MITSUYA T.

warnings: none. some fluffy domestic family shit. kinda suggestive at the end but literally just a bit.

wc: 1280

note: kinda half assed and i didnt proofread anymore. i only wrote this because i wanted to distract myself lol. my dumbass accidentally deleted the first one earlier so yeah.

the door of mitsuya's home office slowly creaks open, and you walk inside bringing a tray full of snacks. mitsuya puts his pencil down and gestures to you to come closer.

"takashi, why don't you rest first?" you suggest, placing the tray on the small table beside him. "i brought you snacks so rest."

"i have to finish these." index finger pointing at the pile of papers on his desk, he answers you. "but i promise i will eat."

"why are you so eager to finish this collection so early anyway?" mitsuya doesn't answer, only pulls you by your waist to make you sit on his lap.

you remember, mitsuya started to work on this collection a few months ago. much to your dismay, he barely gets any sleep because of it. compared to his previous collections, he works so much harder on this one. he doesn't even tell you what's it for, nor allows you take a peek on his sketches.

well, except today.

"children clothes? you're making a kid's collection?" you ask as you skim through his sketches one by one. the designs seem a bit too familiar to you.

“yeah. do they look good?”

nodding your head, you show him a sketch of one of the dresses. “this is familiar though. i think i have seen it somewhere.”

“you’ve never seen that, but you surely have heard someone describing that.”

one more time, you spread all the sketches on his desk. then, it dawns on you. all of these designs are exactly what your twins told mitsuya when he asked them what kind of clothes do they wish to wear someday. from the colors to the smallest details, mitsuya followed every single thing.

"their fifth birthday is coming up," mitsuya reaches for his pencil but you stop his hand. "i wanted to give them something special."

"you could've asked for my help, takashi, you know?" you remind him, organizing the mess on his desk.

mitsuya nuzzles his face on your neck, his hold on your waist getting tighter. he mumbles something like "i know but i'm fine." before leaving an assuring kiss on your jaw. your eye catches the small framed portrait of your little family placed on mitsuya's desk, and you let a smile grace your lips.

your children were only two on the photo and in a month, they're already turning five. oh, how fast time flies. people around you say that both of them are the perfect mix of you and mitsuya, but they both have mitsuya's lilac eyes you love so much; and you're glad that they do.

in terms of personality, taisuke definitely takes after his father. he's a gentle and obedient kid, always taking care of his twin sister when you and mitsuya are busy. kaemi, on the other hand, is on the mischievous side. she's loud and her twin brother's headache, but she's sweet and possesses a big heart.

the both of you hear loud footsteps coming up the stairs and then followed soon by his door being slammed open. you can feel mitsuya shake his head behind you, but you’re certain he’s smiling. kaemi and taisuke like barging inside their father’s home office, and mitsuya never chases them out. he lets them play and stay, and he listens to all their stories attentively. in one condition, they’re not allowed to touch anything without his permission. mitsuya only waits for them to get bored and leave on their own will instead of telling them to.

“mommy! daddy! we’re home!” kaemi announces.

mitsuya covers his sketches first before he spins the chair around to face your children. “welcome home. had fun playing outside?”

“kaemi has a wound on her knee,” taisuke confesses, and kaemi only stands there. half of her body is hidden behind her brother while shielding her right knee using her little hand.

“taisuke, you pinky promised not to tell!”

“but! but that’s a big wound!” taisuke retorts. “and i don’t know how to clean wounds!”

mitsuya gently shushes them, his hands motioning them to go to where the both of you are. kaemi’s hesitant, afraid that she would get scolded by you and mitsuya, so they remain unmoving.

“we just want to see your wound. no one’s angry, i promise,” you tell them, opening your arms wide for a hug, making the two of them immediately run to you.

“we want to sit on daddy’s lap, too!”

“mhm ‘kay. i’ll stand up first. if we all sit on him, he will get hurt.” you were about to stand up, but mitsuya holds you down. “takashi!”

“it’s fine. go on, climb on mommy’s lap.”

and so they do. now, there are three people on top of him. mitsuya rests his chin on your shoulder, and his arms are wrapped around the three of you. the twins are talking about a lot of things, and the both of you only pay attention to them ramble until you realize that it’s getting late, and you have to prepare dinner already.

“let’s leave now. daddy needs to finish his work,” you pat their shoulders, signaling them to go down. “you want to help mommy make dinner?”

“mommy, we need to clean kaemi’s wound first!”

“taisuke’s right. that’s my buddy,” mitsuya ruffles his son’s hair, earning a cute ‘hehe’ from the boy. and then, mitsuya teases you. “how can you forget that, mommy?!”

“i did not! of course i’ll clean her wound first.” kaemi holds your hand and sensing her nervousness, you softly squeeze hers. for someone who usually gets a wound because of her own behavior, kaemi really hates alcohol.

“give me a kiss first before you leave,” mitsuya says as he leans forward. the twins obliged and kissed both sides of his cheeks.

“mommy, we will go down first!”

“alright, alright. i’ll follow behind. don’t run!”

“where do you think you’re going?” mitsuya holds your wrist to stop you from taking another step forward.

“downstairs?”

“i said give me a kiss before you leave, right?” mitsuya playfully narrows his eyes at you, still refusing to let you go.

“oh. i thought you only meant kaemi and taisuke.” playing innocent, you laugh at your husband’s reaction.

“i love their kisses, but i love yours more.” you’re already settled between mitsuya’s thighs, and he’s looking up while hugging you. “now, kiss me.”

“fine fine,” you place both of your hands on the side of his face, planting a quick kiss on his lips; but mitsuya has other ideas, he pushes you closer to him and skillfully pries your lips open with his tongue. his other hand now travelling under your dress. surprised at the action, your hands instinctively moved to his hair and pulled the strands, and you swear you heard him groan.

suddenly, a noise made yours and mitsuya’s eyes shot open. it sounded like a plate shattering.

“mommy, we broke a plate. we’re sorry!” kaemi shouts loudly, and you hear taisuke saying ‘what do you mean ‘we’? it was only you!’. both you and mitsuya could only sigh and laugh.

“i have to go. they might get hurt because of the shards.” before removing his arm around you, you gave him one more kiss. “we’ll call for you later, okay?”

“alright. make sure no one gets hurt while you’re in the kitchen.”

mitsuya goes back to his desk as soon as the door closed. it suddenly hit him that kaemi and taisuke are growing. they’re the same age, and he’s afraid that you would slowly lose both of them at the same time. he stares at your family portrait, and he thinks that maybe, having another one isn’t a bad idea.

˚◞♡ ⃗ RUNNING INTO HIS CHILDHOOD CRUSH

note: none characters: ran. chifuyu. baji. sanzu.

ran haitani

“ i hate the cold. “ you mutter, rubbing your arms up and down to chafe heat onto your skin. the weather newscast happened to say that the city would be warm but it seems to be otherwise as you stand to wait for the light to go green.

the man beside you shrugs, content in his ratherly warm coat, “ don’t know — i kind of like it. “ 

you crane your neck in order to glare at the stranger but your eyes land on ran haitani instead, a past best friend of yours growing up. your lips part in shock and he reaches over to lift your chin, closing your mouth with amusement all over his features, “ am i that jaw dropping? “

you shove his hand away and beaming brightly at the man, “ you’re so grown, look at you — new haircut and everything. how unfortunate though, i loved your long hair. “

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𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼

— Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Todoroki Toya, Kirishima Eijiro x f!reader

cw. mild suggestive — rbs are appreciated — m.list

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

“Stop it brat” he wrinkles his brow as he pins you against the wall, your wrists in his big hand as he tries to lift you onto his shoulder, “I don’t feel like playing, it’s been a long day.”

“I’m tired, please” he says more softly as he walks into the bedroom, and he really is tired. So tired that he takes his measurements wrong and drops you way too much on the edge of the bed.

You wince as you end up on the floor. His eyes snap open before he flops down beside you himself, “shit, baby” he hisses through clenched teeth bringing one hand behind your back to gently stroke you and the other to your head studding your hair with kisses, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

When he pulls you up this time he’s more careful, he sits on the bed with you in his lap, “you okay, baby?” he asks holding you tight, his chin on your head and he’s so cute when he’s not acting like an angry Pomeranian that you pretend it still hurts just to be cuddled a little more.

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kissing the karasuno boys for a dare

a/n: i have no clue how i came up with this idea, i was just bored one night and started writing, now here we are! let me know if i should do this with other schools!

pairings: daichi, suga, asahi, tanaka, nishinoya, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama & hinata x gn!reader

warnings: none!

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sawamura daichi

kinda confused so he stops you before it goes oh for too long

blushing a bit, like it’s mostly his ears that are red

figured it’s a dare or some sort, because he doesn’t think you’d just kiss him like that

literally just stares at your lips from then on

kiyoko teases him about how he always just stares at your lips and he just tries to keep his composure, usually fails just a bit

koushi sugawara

pulls away because this isn’t how he wanted his first kiss with you to be like

wont let you run away so you have to explain

when you tell him it’s a dare he says it isn’t good to play with a man’s feelings

somehow you were the one left more flustered when you KISSED him

definitely tells off whoever dared you to kiss someone and tells them to never have you do something like that again

azumane asahi

DIES

explodes into a blushing mess, like cheeks are all rosy and the back of his neck is burning up

tries to collect himself and asks why you did that

he apologizes that he was the one picked for the dare

you say something about his scuff tickling you, but you liking it, and he just dies again

takes him a while to not blush whenever your around, he now kinda has a hard time maintaining eye contact with you for a while

ryunosuke tanaka

also dies,but happily, pulls himself together and kinda kisses you back

asks if he can kiss you again even though he feels like he’s gonna pass out from how light headed you made him

doesn’t stop teasing you about how you kissed him so passionately

but he seriously wants to kiss you again, probably keeps asking because he wasn’t able to “return the favor”

also dreams about the kiss you gave him, he’s down horrendous

yuu nishinoya

immediately goes with it and kisses back, no way he’d missing the opportunity to kiss you

asks you to punch him because he thinks it’s a dream

will not stop thinking about how your lips felt on his

probably fell in love with you because of it and asks every time you see him for you to kiss him again

one day you do to just shut him up from asking, but it makes him ask even more

tadashi yamaguchi

turns as bright as a strawberry, his freckles seriously make him look like a strawberry-

covers his face because he’s too embarrassed and literally has to walk away to collect himself

later he tries to talk to you about what happened but gets flustered because he immediately thought back to you kissing him

tsukki doesn’t let it go that he always blushes around you

later, like a while while later, he tells you that he’s glad that you were his first kiss, because it’s with someone he trusts and likes

kei tsukishima

initially gets kinda angry because you kissed him so suddenly

literally tells you to “get better at kissing” so you kiss him again, to prove him wrong

he literally shuts up, stares you down after you pull away, and grumbles about how stupid you are while walking away

whole team is literally laughing because they’ve never seen tsukishima at a loss for words before

if you ever bring it up he just glares at you and retaliates with offhanded comments like “yeah but your breath was stinky” or “your lips felt like sandpaper, ever heard of chapstick?”

tobio kageyama

so so so confused

doesn’t understand what just happened?? why did you do something so intimate with him?? was this some form of a confession people now do?

he takes your hands and says, “i accept your confession y/n”

and now your confused and laughing your ass off as you explain that it was a dare

he was kinda bummed because boy likes you, after practice he kisses you and says that he doesn’t want you to he dared to kiss anyone else but him

shoyou hinata

also doesn’t know what’s happening but just goes with it and is able to kinda kiss back

he cheeks get nice and rosy, his foot definitely pops a bit

he will ask if he kissed back good enough

doesn’t even question why you kissed him he’s just happy that you did

next practice he definitely just goes up and randomly kissed you and you freak out because it was supposed to be a one time thing

levi’s always been quiet around your friend group. it’s not because he’s shy, or because he doesn’t like any of you (though to the untrained eye it may appear as such) - rather, he doesn’t really have all that much to say. someone so perfectly content with observing the crowd, gathering bits and pieces of information no matter how mundane it appears to be.

he knows more about you all than he’ll let on.

when you first joined the group, his stoic nature was something you figured stemmed from lack of interest or merely dislike. rarely did he engage in conversation or acknowledge your existence with much more than a short ‘hi’.

it really wasn’t until recently that you were proven wrong.

the six of you were all packed together in your friend’s dorm, savoring a night off from school and work and whatever else took up a good portion of free time. conversations were casual, talks of how shitty the week was or a bitch of a professor who apparently can’t grade papers filling the room. you, excited to finally interject about how much you loved your new english literature class, waited patiently for your friends to finish before speaking up.

“you guys, i’ve been-”

you’re cut off by the person diagonally from you loudly complaining about their job.

don’t give up; try again.

“i haven’t told you all about my new class i’m loving-”

“stop talking for a second so i can hear this.”

your friend’s words poke holes in your chest. still, you don’t want to quit now. they’ve had their chance to speak.

“can i just-”

“oh my god, no one cares.”

the comment was of course, a joke. you should know that, right? everyone’s laughing. it has to be. yet despite the teasing nature, as the group moves on to the next topic you can’t help but wish for the couch to swallow you whole. intrusive thoughts begin to plague your mind as the world around you becomes mere background noise.

you make everything about you.

stop overpowering the conversations. clearly no one cares.

don’t take this so seriously. have a sense of humor for once.

the words bite at your heart and you do your best to ignore them, to be a good friend and listen to whatever the hell is going on. just as you’re about to reel yourself back in, you feel something.

a tap on your shoulder.

your head whips to your left, where levi himself is sat on the couch at your side. in all the chaos you honestly forgot he was even here. not that he makes much of an effort to speak in the first place.

a small (dare you say friendly?) smile plays at the corner of his mouth.

“tell me about your class. i want to know more.”

steel eyes don’t stray from yours. it’s a moment of pure shock before you recover enough to talk. he’s never shown interest before - not many people have, if you’re honest with yourself.

a beat, and your chest burns with gratitude.

happiness.

without further ado you launch into full detail, stopping every so often only for levi to urge you on as he absorbs every word. you can’t help but grin as you speak, answering any and all questions he asks.

you’re surprised at how wrong your judgement of him was - yet you can’t say you’re all that disappointed.

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based on my real life friend scenarios and i can only wish i had a levi to help me out so i give you this messy and terribly written product of my daydreams.

Date Night (Short Story)

Bakugou x Reader

You are sitting at home when you look down at your phone at the time. Seven o'clock crap your late getting ready for your date, Katsuki is going to be here any minute now.

You jump out of bed and rush over to your closet hoping to find something clean, looking at the pile of dirty clothes in the floor that you should definitely do tomorrow. You find a black sweater and a pair of leggings and throw them on and spray yourself with your favorite perfume. The great thing about Katsuki is you don’t even have to try to look nice around him, he LOVES when you show up like you just rolled out of bed. He says it’s when you look the best, no makeup and your natural hair falling down your back.

Katsuki pulls up and honks his horn. You grab your phone and wallet and run out to meet him. You see that devilish grin across his face. You hop in the car and he has the windows down blasting his rock music (as usual) you take off and go to your favorite place. There is a place not far from his house, an open field where you both love watching the sunset and eating your takeout from your favorite restaurant.

As the sun sets on another great day, Katsuki pulls out a blanket and lays it on the ground for the two of you to lay down on. The stars shining bright in the sky but one thing shines brighter, Katsukis eyes. Your favorite thing to look at. He turns his head to you and you both lock eyes, in that very moment you feel like your on top of the world.

“You look beautiful tonight y/n” your cheeks getting hot and red. Katsuki leans in and kisses you. He grabs your chin and tilts your head up kissing your neck. Chills run down your spine. You sit up and sit on top of Katsukis lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. He places his hands on your hips and flips you over pinning you to the ground. His body hovering over top yours.

He takes your chin into his hand and kisses you deeply. “Never pin me down unless your willing to deal with the consequences teddy bear.” Katsuki grins.

The rest of the night you spend tangled up in each other. Waking up covered in nothing but a blanket. Kasuki pulls your bare body close to his and whispers in your ear “I love you teddy bear.”

“I love you too Katsuki.”

I hope you all enjoy this I worked very hard on it. Much love for you all. -L

[ TO LOVE ] SCARAMOUCHE.

to love is to betray—at least that’s how scaramouche has always seen it.

and then he meets you.

“this is my bath,” you tease him lightly, and even despite the shooing motion of your hand, even despite the soft glare sent your way, you still make room for him to settle between your legs.

“well, it’s also mine now too,” he huffs.

he leans his back against your chest, let’s his body melt in against yours, let’s the soft trace of your hands fill the empty cracks with something he’s lacked for long time.

scaramouche is almost certain you realize he’s in love with you before he comes close to knowing himself. and it’s funny—even though you fall first, he falls harder.

maybe it’s just the world being cruel once again, just as it always has been with him. it’s cruel, downright evil, really, that something about you makes him forget so easily who he is, who he’s supposed to be. love has always written itself as betrayal—but you make it seem so promising, luring out the softest parts of him, the naive ones that hope and hope…just to crumble in the end, like always.

but then you wash his hair, lathering shampoo into your hands and working through his hair softly, slowly, delicately like he’s fragile.

“admit it. you just like it when i wash your hair, huh?” and you’re still teasing, still using that slightly amused tone when you speak to him. he should be insulted, he thinks, but there’s a smile on his face.

for a moment, he notes that he’s lucky his back is facing you and the smile stretched across his lips is hidden—otherwise you’d have the satisfaction of knowing you’re right. because he does love when you wash his hair, he loves the closeness and the safety and the feeling of being wanted. of being cherished. of being something to someone without having to earn it first.

but he can’t bring himself to admit it, so instead, he scoffs, leaning more weight onto you as he quirks a brow.

“well, why wash it myself if you’re around?”

it’s his way of giving himself the upper hand—his way of convincing himself that love is not the reason why he so desperately chases the tenderness of your fingers against his scalp. no, instead, he convinces himself that mortals such as you were made to serve him like this. to treat him like he’s holy and divine, like he’s the god you’re meant to worship as you kiss his shoulder with a giggle.

“that’s true,” you hum, “why would you do it when i can take care of you?”

but you’re different—and it scares him a little. you don’t worship him like he’s a deity, like he’s all mighty and the answer to your prayers. instead, you simply love him, like it’s a choice, like it’s something you want.

you cover his eyes as you rinse out the suds. love. you cup his cheek and admire him. love. you lean down and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, teasingly grazing over his lips before pulling away. love.

everything about you is completely in love—but to love is to betray, and he knows the inevitable will be soon to come.

so he denies the urge to pull you back in, ignores the almost painful need to feel your lips press against his, turns away every part of him that screams to let i love you spill from his lips.

because every time he loves, every time he so graciously gives every piece of himself—like the heart he doesn’t have, even offering the parts that don’t exist and giving them up anyway—love always tastes like a bitter sip of betrayal.

i love you, he wants to say. but he knows as soon as the words slip, so will you from his fingers. just like the last time—just like the first.

“you don’t need to take care of me,” he grunts, “i’m fine on my own.”

“on your own,” you hum in thought, as if you’re carefully taking in his words. “isn’t that lonely?” you ask softly. by now, your hand has resigned to rubbing slow circles into his chest, pulling him in closer, almost as if proving a point.

i’m right here. you’re not alone.

“no,” he says stubbornly, “i’m above needing—”

“cause sometimes i’m lonely,” you admit, cutting him off. there’s no shame in your voice, not even a trace of hurt or sadness or even hatred. instead, you smile, pressing another kiss to his shoulder, and then the crook of his neck as you murmur, “but i guess not so much when i’m with you.”

“me?”

“yeah,” you nod, resting your chin on his shoulder, cheek pressed against his, “you. cause i love you, you know?”

and once again, scaramouche realizes he’s in love. he’s been so painfully in love for so long—and he thinks you’ve known it for even longer.

and to love is to betray, he thinks—but you’re still here, still holding him tight in your arms as you smile into his skin. so he finds a little hope, a little relief, as he closes his eyes and listens to your heartbeat against his back.

after a moment, with a tight grip on your thigh and wobbly lips, he quietly whispers, “i think i love you too.”

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