"i Find Myself Running Home To Your Sweet Nothings"

HOT THINGS THEY DO

ATSUMU. wears his sweatpants dangerously low on his hips. messy hair, toned stomach on display, he knows exactly what he’s doing. loves watching you try and play it off whenever he catches you staring.

SUNA. places his hand on your waist when in a crowded place. gently touches your waist in order not to startle you, usually followed by a muttered “watch out” as he moves past you. 

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Megumi kisses you for the first time on Valentine's Day. It's a simple thing really, a gentle maneuver so swift you don't have time to question it.

The TV screen flashes with each change in angle, painting your apartment's living room with the vivid tones of cinema. The soundtrack booms against your ears— or as much as it can, coming from those tiny speakers.

Your just-as-single-and-lonely partner for today has been awfully quiet tonight, considering he picked this year's movie. You glance at Megumi, expecting to see him slouched and half asleep like usual, only to find long lashes and pretty green eyes already staring back at you. He seems surprised, caught in the act or whatever you want to say, but he doesn't shy away.

He's thinking— you can tell by the look on his face. His brows furrow and he bites at his lip. "What are yo–"

Oh.

His lips taste like strawberry soda, syrupy sweet in all the best ways. A calloused palm cups your cheek, gently coaxing you further into him. Before you can breathe, before you can blink, he pulls away, tongue darting out to savor the lingering taste of you.

He's thinking again, because he's staring at you again, and you hope to God he's wants to kiss you a second time. You'd do it yourself if you weren't so stunned, heart jackhammering out of your chest as you try to process what he just did.

There’s a pretty blush blooming across his cheeks, the tips of his ears most definitely hot to the touch. He goes to speak, lips parting on an inhale, but decides against it, opting to push back a stray hair from your forehead.

He doesn't kiss you again, and he doesn't say anything about it either. He just turns back to the TV, trying his hardest not to let his breath catch in his throat. He puts on a passive face, but underneath the mask, you know Megumi is nervous. Oh-so nervous that in trying to control his breathing, he forgets to stop the tremor in his hands. Lithe fingers toy with themselves in his lap, cracking knuckles that don't need to pop and wiping his palms on gray sweatpants.

It's your turn to stare at him, to wonder if you can ask all the questions racing through your head, like what the hell that was for and what he meant by it.

An explosion on the screen steals your attention for a split second, and when you turn back to the boy who just kissed you— the boy who is nervously fidgeting on your couch after the fact, you can't help the soft smile that tugs on corners of your mouth.

You don't say a word. Instead, you lean into his side, resting your head on his shoulder and pretending not to notice the tension leave his body.

Valentine's Day was always fun with Megumi, but this year feels a little extra special. Perhaps there was some extra love floating around just for the two of you.

💌 — :0 whaaa?! a letter?

i hope you enjoy this little drabble for the cutest holiday in the world. inspiration struck when i was daydreaming about my stupid bf, and i couldn't resist writing about him. also, i wrote this incredibly fast, so i'm sorry for the quality/any mistakes lol. happy valentine's day to all the lovely people in my computer screen. xoxo, somi <3

Ex husband Bakugo who knew marrying his high school sweetheart would just hold him back from his goal of being a top pro hero.

Ex husband Bakugou who would forget to separate personal and work life and bring home his anger and frustration from a days work.

Ex husband Bakugou who fights with you so often that he sees the light in your eyes vanishing every time he yells at you.

Ex husband Bakugou who somehow managed to hold onto what little love you have for him until he’s reached the top three heroes of Japan in just two years from graduating U.A..

Ex husband Bakugou who lets the fame get to his head and suddenly disappears from home for weeks at a time until one day he comes back to see you holding divorce papers.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t realize how much he’s made you suffer since marrying him and reluctantly signs the papers after hearing your voice crack with each reason for wanting the divorce.

Ex husband Bakugou who watches you leave the day the divorce is finalized without another word, desperate pleads stuck in the back of his throat as you vanish from his life all together.

Ex husband Bakugou who goes on to do greater things but realizes too late that it’s lonely at the top, especially when the best person he’d ever had left him for his own negligence.

Ex husband Bakugou who calms down over time, becoming much more bearable and actually scoring someone who he could love for a bit.

Ex husband Bakugou who has the greatest little girl be born as his daughter and coddles her like a porcelain doll.

Ex husband Bakugou that walks in one day to see his woman beneath one of his sidekicks from his agency in their bed. His little girl wailing in the next room for food and a diaper change.

Ex husband Bakugou who’s thoroughly humiliated by the sight before him. His current wife berating him for spoiling her fun and calling his daughter a nuisance.

Ex husband Bakugou who divorces the woman and makes a deal with her, full custody of his daughter and she wouldn’t have to pay him anything, she happily agrees to those terms and vanishes forever.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t waste his time loving another when he has his little girl to focus on. Dotes on her, is overprotective towards her, spoils her like a princess, she’s his everything now.

Ex husband Bakugou who, almost a decade later gets a call from his little girl while she’s in grade school, whispering into the phone that there’s an active shooter on campus.

Ex husband Bakugou, who despite his growing white hairs, rushes to his daughter’s school with the speed that could rival a jet.

Ex husband Bakugou who hears the screams of his daughter and the other children when the gunman breaks into the room and threaten them all with warning shots into the ceiling.

Ex husband Bakugou who rushes to his daughter’s classroom only to see the active shooter kicked into the wall by an ice covered leg he recognized all to well. The man somehow manages to stay conscious and reaches for the gun once he flattens out and drops to the floor, for good measure you swing your leg high above your head and come down hard on the man’s back knocking him out and creating a crater under him from the sheer force of your strength.

Ex husband Bakugou who calls out your name only receiving a glare as acknowledgement, you call out to the other teacher in the room to get her students out, with pleasure she does, counting each one as they pass by and orders them out to the field.

Ex husband Bakugou who notices that your skirt has torn apart at the sides to accommodate the moves that just saved his daughter, who is now crying into his stomach in relief that their all okay.

Ex husband Bakugou who sticks around until police have arrived to take the man in, they take him to the hospital to check his injuries and you’re left huffing and annoyed when a parent scolds you for your torn dress since it’s “inappropriate for a school teacher to look like that!”

Ex husband Bakugou who growls and barks at the woman that you’d just saved her kid from being shot, she flinches at his intimidating stature towering over her and leaves before she gets barked at again.

Ex husband Bakugou who’s little 11 year old daughter notices the way her papa looks at you, lovesick and sad, she likes that look on him and decides to be his Angel of influence.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t know that his daughter is buttering you up so he can ask you on a date. “Hey Papa! Guess what (L/n)-sensei said she wants to go out dancing this weekend but she doesn’t have anyone to take her! You should go!”

Ex husband Bakugou who chokes and spits out his coffee to the news his daughter has suddenly acquired, she slips a piece of paper towards him before leaving to school with her friend. It’s your phone number that she just so happened to steal from her teacher’s contact book.

Ex husband Bakugou who takes the chance to be with you again and invites you out on a date, to his shock you actually say yes and on Friday night he leaves Kirishima and Mina in charge of his smiling little girl.

Ex husband Bakugou who finds you waiting for him at the club in a gorgeous little cocktail dress with laced sleeves and an open back, and simply can’t take his eyes off of you.

Ex husband Bakugou who immediately corrects you for degrading yourself for wearing something fit for someone “younger” and complements your matured form like you were the last Angel on earth.

Ex husband Bakugou who shares a couple of drinks with you at the bar, talking about life and how you’d both been doing since the divorce. You make fun of him for being such a sucker for his daughter but you see how happy the little girl makes him.

Ex husband Bakugou who confesses that he’s missed you so much and admits that he’s been lonely ever since his second divorce, you simply nod and confess that you’ve missed him too.

Ex husband Bakugo who drags you onto the dance floor to gently sway to your old wedding song, getting lost in your eyes as he whispers the words he failed to tell you back when you were still his.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t even notice that he’s kissing you by the end of the song, the taste of your sweet fruity drink still lingering on your sweet colored lips. His eyes are closed shut and he focuses on the fact that you’re still as soft and beautiful as before.

Ex husband Bakugou who spends the whole night with you until you’re both stumbling into his penthouse home, singing and dancing and mocking each other like the good ol days.

Ex husband Bakugou who falls asleep with you in his arms smiling like a love drunk fool, for the first time in years he’s able to share a warm bed with the woman he loves and it feels so right.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t just stop at one date, he takes you out several times before asking you to be his again and to his surprise you tell him yes.

Ex husband Bakugou who smiles when you meet his daughter officially, the little girl smiling with pure glee once she sees how happy you make her sour old Papa.

Ex husband Bakugou who now has a truly loving family with you and his little girl, despite your old age he’s completely bewitched by your kindness and beauty like you were fresh out of High School.

Ex husband Bakugou who now gets home cooked lunches and meals made by you despite being able to do them himself.

Ex husband Bakugou who gets you pregnant just two years after becoming his again, absolutely loses his mind seeing cute you are swollen with his kid.

Ex husband Bakugou who listens when you put him in his place for bringing work troubles home with him or correcting him when he forgets to make time for the family, he won’t make the same mistake twice.

Ex husband Bakugou who is absolutely over the moon when he finds out you’re pregnant with twins, his little girl is so excited by the news she’ll have two little babies that’ll idolize her!

Ex husband Bakugou who does everything in his power to come home to his two special girls every time he goes to work, even when he’s battered or bruised he makes it home to you both so you don’t stress and worry about him.

Ex husband Bakugou who has a happy family with you and will never take you for granted again.

see writing is funny because sometimes you have to google things like “can the human body survive with every rib broken” and other times you have to google things like “is there an ikea in manhattan???”

"Haha, of course there's a teacher shortage, they're all learning their worth and quitting! Good for them!"

A quick Google search for "teacher covid deaths" turns up pages and pages and pages of articles about dead teachers.

They're not quitting. They're dying.

gojo satoru.

a freshly turned seventeen year old, with crass and violence only ever painting him—most get tired of him. because when the pretty thing opens his mouth, without you present to offer silent sympathy, it never ends well.

as the passage of time carries on, change in gojo is little, but hefty in others surrounding him; accustomed and changed befitting to survive through his moods.

but the.. curiosity (maybe even frustration from people who see him in a romantic plight) only becomes covered in layers, instead of dying down. to question his character, the incessant wonder for the reason of his friskiness.

and he’s aware— observes the dull remarks or lingering eyes with nothing more than a shrug that is a second too quick and barely noticeable pout, the jut of his lower lip acting as a childish gateway to his feelings.

in his head, taking the title as the strongest, fingertips skimming heaven, it has no setbacks.

despite his denies, his power never came without stripping something; ousting him from the realm of elysian and chaining him to humanity. giving him traits of a god but characteristics of a human.

and what they failed to give him, was a proper tongue.

in moments like these, more specifically.

finding you sitting on the engawa shrouded in shadows, while he took his usual midnight walk when sleep didn’t come.

his stomach drops without reason, yet his feet carries him towards you, sitting close enough to bump shoulders. you’ve bumped hips, shoulders and heads before, forever affectionate and familiar— this time it feels wrong. your body motionless and swayed slightly with his movement.

he clenches and unclenches his hands, staring out towards the training grounds as you are. his normal banter isn’t coming to him, and you haven’t said a word.

with a few blinks, his eyes rest on the side of your face, and he turns into a jumble of nerves and shock when he sees your eyes cloudy and a wet trail of tears left behind. tears that have been shed not long since he joined you because your skin glistens.

he gulps, hard.

and when his hand softly touches your thigh, caressing the flesh with hesitant strokes, your gaze flits on him. immediately he drops eye contact, focusing on drawing patterns on your skin as his complexion pinks with your attention. you tilt your head slightly in his direction, drinking in his attempt of comfort.

you lean on him gently, your face finding its home on his neck. the feeling of your wet eyelashes on his skin sends shivers down him. your chest rises and falls, and with each breaths he counts, the uncertainty in his touches dwindles. your lips curve upwards when you feel his arm travel across your waist, tugging you closer.

(you know the reason for his bravado. though you’ll hand it to him that it’s nothing but subtle.

articulating his emotions will never come to him easy. he will never know how to start or say it right. awkward and tense at times of vulnerability, so he resorts to puffing out his chest and making it worse, sticking with the hot headed persona.)

as he angles his head on top of yours, quiet in hopes to calm the turmoil brewing behind your eyes, you have half a mind to tell him he’s not as bad as he fears.

but for now, you like being the only one who cracks his facade.

its always “wyd” and not “I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

Camera falls from a plane and lands in a pig pen.

and though i can’t recall your face, i still got love for you ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

megumi fushiguro x reader | wc: 0.9k | L’s FOLKLORE event

The last thing he wanted to do was agree to this mission. 

He tried nearly anything and everything to get out of it. Offered it up to Kugisaki (who’s been dying to get out of Japan for quite some time now), tried to fill his schedule with local tasks to feign busy, faked a head cold the day of his departing flight. Incredibly desperate, he even told Gojo he was thinking of quitting sorcery—his knowing guardian saw right through his fib, having raised him as the dedicated helper he is today. 

It was a long one, the longest one he’s been on, yet. Months and miles away from his home, where he’d have to leave you alone in a space the two of you were meant to share. 

But that’s what a sorcerer does, what they have to do. Megumi knows this, and he knows that you know this, too. However, that doesn’t make the situation at hand any easier. 

He hesitantly agreed to the mission after a lot of begging and pleading, not because he knew it was the right thing to do, but because of the promise the two held yourselves to. 

One call a day, no more and no less, to make time for you—to feel together, though apart.

And if there’s one thing Megumi’s good at, it’s keeping his word. 

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

or four times Touya Todoroki almost told you he loves you, and one time he finally did

cw: GN!reader (one mention of them wearing a dress & heels), mentions of blood and injury, one brief mention of sex, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, canon universe | wc: 6.8k

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

“Start Here” - Caitlyn Siehl

#001

Touya wants to tell you he loves you the very first time he meets you, which granted, he realizes is incredibly fucked up—but he swears on what little he has that it’s the truth.

Withering away in a damp and cornered alleyway, he clutches his abdomen in hopes of stopping whatever bleeding is going on down there. He can’t bring himself to look, but he’s certain it’s there from the warmth of the spot and the sticky film now covering his hand. 

Yes, he’s been in this situation before—you’d think he’d have learned by now, based on the embarrassing amount of times he’s walked this same path. But he hasn’t, which is clear as he sits and quietly moans in his own agony. His burns continue to sting as a new layer of charred skin forms by the second, sensitive and exposed. The cut in his side throbbing so harshly that he almost feels a bit nauseous just thinking about it. 

As he’s mentally finding the strength to stand, he hears faint footsteps. If they’re truly faint, he doesn’t know—it could just be the effect of his vision coming in and out paired with the piercing ringing in his ears. 

“Are you alright?”

He can barely opens his eyes, but he does—and he sees you. 

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