❝ ANGEL

book quotes that i will never recover from

"he is half of my soul, as the poets say. " - song of achilles

"write me a letter telling me how to live the rest of my life without you." - how to make friends with the dark

"they were my birthday presents." - shatter me

"she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes and the depth of his laugh." - clockwork princess

"my name is sam cortland... and i will not be afraid." - assassin's blade

"you chose me four years ago. would you choose me still?" - these violent delights

"we were all supposed to make it." - crooked kingdom

"i remember everything." - the invisible life of addie larue

"come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home." - cruel prince

"i wasted all those yesterdays and am completely out of tomorrows." - they both die at the end

"you hated the idea of me." - the final gambit

"bob says hello." - house of hades

"abuse can feel like love. starving people will eat anything." - nightfall

"i missed you only with an ocean between us. but if death was separating us... i would find you." - queen of shadows

"i loved him. i love him. as best i could." - we were liars

"i'm the villain, even in my own story. but you were supposed to play a different role." - finale

"i will find you again in the next world—the next life. and we will have that time. i promise." - a court of wings and ruin

"i spent half of my time loving her and the other half hiding how much i loved her." - the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

if the chara and trope thing is still open ... for a lil thing

can i maaaaaybe ask for a lil thing w atsumu and mutual pining or idiots to lovers LOL

send in a character + trope for a blurb

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“oh my god, look at your hair!”

atsumu’s gaze follows your finger to where it eagerly points at a photo in your old school yearbook. after visiting his childhood home and finding the artifact practically shoved under his mattress, the two of you have spent the last hour giggling at all of the embarrassing old pictures from your teenage years. 

he scoffs at the humor laced in your voice, the one that’s poking fun at his messy dark brown mop from middle school. 

“oh please, that’s ‘samu,” he deflects. 

but growing up with the pair, you know better. he can’t fool you that easily. 

“no it's not,” you scold before cooing back at the little ‘tsumu in the picture, “look how cute you look.”

and at the compliment, atsumu directs his attention back to the book, turning it slightly his way to get a better look at the photo. “cute? lemme see that, oh yeah, that’s me. definitely me.”

a light slap is felt against his shoulder and god, he wants you to touch him again. you'd think he would’ve gotten over this by now—the giddy high he gets every time your skin brushes against his. but here he is, grown and successful and yet still putty in your soft, unknowing hands.  

he points to a candid photograph of you in the cafeteria.

“you always wore those stupid shoes,” he notes, eyeing the big clunky white sneakers that made you about three inches taller. he remembers liking how they made you eye level with him.

you hum, remembering how you’d practically worn the pair into the ground. “they were it back then.”

atsumu looks in the background of the photo to find his younger self sitting a few rows behind you, and while hidden by the camera’s blur, he knows he’s looking at you. he’s always looking at you, stupid shoes or not. 

“can i tell you a secret?” he almost whispers, and it’s unsettling how out of character it is for him. 

with a nervous laugh, you nod. atsumu smiles to himself before returning his attention back to the photo. 

“i had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

you snort, and while it's not the exact reaction he wanted, you’re smiling so he’ll take it. 

“yeah right,” you don't believe his confession for a second so he whines. 

“m’serious.”

and at his sincerity, your laughter fades and your eyes grow like saucers in disbelief. you’re looking at him like he has three heads, like he’s fourteen again and has that atrocious haircut back on his head.

“you’re lying,” you try to call his bluff, but his smile grows even wider. 

“imma lot of things,” he shakes his head at your amusement, “but a liar isn’t one of ‘em.”

“you had a crush on me?”

he watches as excitement slowly brews in your veins while you practically bounce with the need to know more. 

“the biggest crush,” he corrects with a knowing finger in your face. you swat it away as your tongue prods against your cheek in a grin. 

“so you're telling me that i could’ve bagged the atsumu miya.”

you still can, his heart aches. you always can. because it's the truth. he could be halfway across the world doing god knows what with god knows who, and he’d come home to you in a second if you so much as asked. 

but he can’t say that, because you're his friend. so he does what he does best, and he deflects.

“m’just saying! you were funny and pretty,” his voice drifts as the sentence goes on, and you’d think he was being sincere if he didn't suddenly perk up with a sarcastic, “and you gave me your homework sometimes.”

your eyes fall to the way his cupid’s bow bobs as he laughs. it makes you feel sixteen again, having a crush on your best friend and wanting to kiss the smug smile off of his stupid face.

but you can't, because he’s your friend. so you bite your tongue and passively let the moment falter. 

“yeah,” you scoff, “i’m the reason you passed geometry.” 

“and look at me now,” his head plops onto your shoulder in pride, “a genius.”

your eyes fall back on the photo. atsumu doesn't know if you see him in the background, but he hopes you feel him, hopes you know he was there. 

“i never would’ve known,” you whisper carefully. “i mean, you act the same way now that you did back then.”

exactly, atsumu wants to scream, because i still want you. i’m always going to want you. 

he can practically feel the weight of the words balancing on the tip of his tongue. he can say them, he’s sure of it. he's older now—stronger, more mature, and actually capable of being a man worthy of you. 

he opens his mouth to speak, and just as he does, your head turns and your eyes meet his. and feeling like the little boy in the picture, atsumu cowers. 

“maybe i should add acting to my long list of talents.”

a man down so bad for you he calls you ‘dumbass’ under his breath but plans out the next sixty years of his life with you in mind

since bakugou got his three roommates sero, kirishima and kaminari he barely ever has to open the door when you come over to his house. one of the three are always closer to the front door whenever you ring the bell. walking by, tidying the living room or wandering the kitchen.

every time you enter you’re bombarded with questions and compliments from the sweet men. “you look pretty yn.” “where’s he stealing you off to today?” “did you watch the latest episode?” “ah i think he’s in his room, dunno.”

and every time after you get through your conversations with each of your boyfriends roommates, the man of your dreams is always leaning against the doorway behind them all.

cross armed, looking you up and down with a down turned smile, his comfy grey joggers and a black tight t-shirt with ‘DYNAMIGHT’ printed on the left breast, his own merch. he’s got his slipper socks on his feet, a black and white pair you bought him last month and you can feel the burn of his gaze.

bakugou enjoys staring at you from afar. not in a creepy way or anything, you know he’s in the house and once you get distracted from talking to one of his friends you’ll notice him.

he’s so cute, the six foot four man is so cute to you. giving you a nod and a single wave of his hand. and then he’s back to crossing his arms across his chest. his big bulging muscles, the black fabric of his t-shirt hugging them deliciously.

it’s only once he’s noticed you’re completely distracted from talking to his friends, your talkative self suddenly becomes mute, he knows it’s time to save you.

“alright, fuck, go get your own girlfriends and stop botherin’ mine.”

the three men sigh and huff, spreading apart like the red sea so you can walk to your lover.

you give him a massive grin, always excited to see him after months of being together. you force the skip in your step to stop with the eight eyes on you but that doesn’t stop your arms from stretching out to warn him you’re coming in for a hug.

honestly, it warms his heart. he’s never had anybody in his life excited to see him. perhaps as a hero because they know he’s going to save their lives. but right now in his home and comfy clothes, you’re probably just gonna eat snacks, gossip and watch some netflix. and every single time you’re excited to see him like he’s about to save your life.

once you’re a metre away, your steps get bigger and katsuki’s arms widen to bring you to his chest. your arms slither around his waist and you stuff your head between his pecs, inhaling the unique scent of him.

“hey ‘ki. missed you.”

“didn’t you see him two days ago?”

“fuck off sparky,” he bites, then softer after kissing the top of your head, “missed you too baby.”

“so disgusting.”

“in the public areas of our home. go get a room.”

you turn back to smile, “you’re all just jealous. you want a hug from him too, don’t you?”

“baby,” katsuki warns, “let’s go to my room now.”

one by one each of bakugou’s roommates smile. sneakily walking towards you both with most mischievous look you’ve ever seen, “true, we’ve never had a hug like that before.”

the grin on your face matches the same one as his three friends behind you. he knows what’s about to happen before he can stop it.

“i don’t wanna fuckin’ hug you lot.” he spits, backing away and letting go of you in the process.

you pout and his eyes flick down to you immediately like you’re in danger, “what? you don’t wanna hug me?” you whine and he’s just falling into your trap, the boys behind him stifling their giggles.

“what the fuck? yeah course i do, baby,” and like he’s drawn to you he walks back to wrap his arms around you, “was talking about them fuck—,”

with a hmpf from katsuki and a giggle from you, three extra bodies circled around you both in massive cuddle. your head was trapped between hard chests and you could feel the rumble of annoyance radiate from katsuki.

“knew you’d be a good cuddler, k,” sero says, one arm tightly around you and his other around your boyfriend.

“nice and warm. we should do this more often,” kaminari mutters, his head leaning on katsuki’s shoulder.

it’s kirishima that squeezes you all together pressing your cheek into katsuki’s chest with a loud fluttering giggle. bakugou finds it hard to be mad when you sound like that against him, even with three more annoying men touching him.

“now this is a hug. i’ve never had a hug more manly than this,” kirishima chuckles and bakugou’s had just enough.

“three seconds to get off me before i blow you all up.”

“you gonna hurt me too?” and it’s humourous how easily he plays into your palm, meeting your rounded eyes and rubbing your back. it’s like you’re in your own world as his tone changes and his body softens.

“no not you baby. them.”

you only laugh again as katsuki lifts his head up, “get off me. now.”

his friends back away slowly, chorus of laughs and giggles from them all as katsuki spins on his heels and drags you behind him. you wave like the queen at them, “bye guys!”

i didn’t know if you’d care if i came back ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

gojo satoru x reader | wc: 1k | L’s FOLKLORE event

“I can’t believe you.”

You’ve heard these words from him before, but not like this. They usually drip like honey from his silver tongue, with faux and teasing disbelief weaved in and around them. 

But right now, they sound cold, like a knife’s blade clinking against a glass table. He sounds hurt, you think, though you’re not sure what that sounds like coming from him. 

“Well, hello to you too, Gojo.”

“Don’t call me that,” he immediately heaves, as if your words burned him like a child touching a hot stove, “what is going on with you?” 

He stands a mere few feet away from you, but something far creakier than the wooden floorboards separates the space between the two of you, making it feel like lightyears rather than a few measly strides. 

His blindfold is off, it’s the first thing you notice. You can see his eyes—they’re just as beautiful as they were when you left, but something about them now appears weary. Slightly bloodshot, sulking into the bags that weigh beneath his eyelids, he looks exhausted. You can only imagine the headache pounding away behind his flesh. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back?” his question is desperate, almost as if he can’t believe he’s actually asking it to you right now. 

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