# Things You Do That Give Them Butterflies !

OPEN YOUR EYES

Saying goodbye to my comfort character.

“You need to wake up.” He says caressing my back trying to comfort me.

“I don’t wanna wake up. I’m fine not waking up.”

Green grass and beautiful night sky filled with shining stars. Me laying on his chest, legs between his and huge strong arms caging me. There’s nothing more I could ask for.

“But you need to, I’m not real.”

His words broke my heart. I know what he said was true. I knew it from the start. But my stupid little brain can’t register a simple fact.

“You feel real.” I whispered clenching on the fabric of his shirt. He laughs and it was heavenly. Something I’m proud of to be the only one who could hear it.

“You’re all I could think about. You’re all I need.” Tears started falling from my eyes. He lifted my chin making me look up to him.

His eyes…. I love them so much. His lips and his nose, everything is perfect about him.

I want to stay with him forever because I know he’ll never hurt me. He’ll never break my heart.

And most importantly….

He’ll always choose me over anyone.

“I’m not taking you away from the world you belong to. When you open your eyes…. I will be gone. But know I’ll always be in your heart.”

I don’t wanna open my eyes. I just want to stay with him.

“Please. You need to wake up.”

“Why can’t we be together?” I asked him and he softly chuckled before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“We may not live in the same world now, but maybe we’ll be together in another life.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” We shared a passionate kiss. And with that kiss we professed our love for each other.

“Now open your eyes.”

I nodded and I slowly buried my head on the crook of his neck. I don’t want to let go but it’s what he wants. And it is what’s right.

“Just a little longer…” I whispered savoring my moments with him. I tried to remember as much as possible. His smell, the way his body feels so warm and so comforting. I tried to remembered it all and not long after I started to feel myself getting pulled out.

“I’ll search for you and we will be together. We’ll be together in a beach, a theater. Anywhere you like. I promise you. I promise.”

Waking up my heart aches as I realized it was his final goodbye. I knew I wouldn’t see him again and I knew I will be only able to imagine his touch throughout this lifetime.

But….

I believe him.

I believe that he’ll keep his words.

I believe that he will search for me in the next life just like I will.

Life is cruel for not letting him be real. But I believe that love always prevail.

For now, I will continue my life knowing my next will be with him.

[ 𝟏𝟐:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎

It’s midnight, and Todoroki is huddled under the blankets, nose peeking out as he watches you shuffle around the room. His left leg aches immensely, but he doesn’t want to tell you that, you’ll only fuss over him more.

But he supposes you know with the way you’ve come over and gently tucked a pillow under it, elevating it slightly. He blinks at the action.

“How’d you know?” His voice is raspy from all the yelling from earlier—today’s battle against a villain on the streets was a bit more gruesome than on any other usual Thursday night.

“Well it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out,” you huff. “You limped when you walked through the door. You’re supposed to tell me the truth when I ask are you okay?”

Todoroki doesn’t say anything for a moment, eyes focusing on the loose shirt you wore, collar just a bit stretched out, its hue significantly dimmer than when it was in its crisp, brand new condition. In all honesty, it was just about ready to be thrown away, but you always insisted on keeping it.

It was the first shirt you’d stolen from him, and for some reason, it held value to you that he couldn’t understand.

Then again, Todoroki supposes he’s the same way—not that you don’t know it. He’s a lot more subtle about it, a lot less open about things he holds dear to him. But somehow, you manage to see through him anyway.

The coffee mug you first offered him hot chocolate in still sits in your collection, and it’s wordlessly become his—even though it’s paint is chipped and it’s handle is cracked. The blanket on the couch, threads frayed and loose, sits there for him to pull over the two of you—much like you did the first time you cuddled him.

There’s about a million other random things, all old and well past their lifetime, and they’re all strewn across the apartment—like little trophies of your relationship, that’s how you both treat them.

Clearing his throat, Todoroki offers you a simple “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to worry you.”

And you give him a stern “you’ll only worry me more when I realize you lied.” Reaching over, you push back a strand of hair from his face, tracing his scar gently with your thumb. “I’ll always realize, Shoto.”

He knows, he really does. He doesn’t know why he’s not yet used to it by now, but Shoto knows that you’ll always realize the tiny things. He likes the attention, he thinks. He doesn’t always know how to respond, or even how to process it, but Todoroki Shoto lives to be seen by you, he wants always to be seen by you.

“I’ll tell you next time.” You chuckle, shaking your head gently.

“No you won’t. But it’s okay, baby, I’ll just have to take care of you even better next time,” you whisper. And gently, you lean down, capturing his lips into a kiss, and suddenly, Todoroki’s in high school again, frozen in shock and unsure what to do or how to reciprocate.

But he gets the hang of it, he always does. He kisses back just as passionately in a moments time, remembering he’s not in high school anymore. And he’s come far.

“My throat is a bit scratchy,” he offers—even though you already know. But you still nod seriously.

“Got it, I’ll get the tea started. Anything else, my dear patient?” He thinks for a moment.

“I’m pretty cold,” he adds.

“Oh,” you smile. “Well, I thought these blankets would be enough, but I can get more.”

“But those aren’t as warm,” he pouts, though you doubt he’s aware of that.

“I can crank up the heat—”

“I want you to keep me warm,” he says bluntly, cheeks dusted red at the admittance. They turn a shade darker when you chuckle.

“I know. I’ll be back soon, you big baby. With your tea and cuddles.” He mumbles a quiet good as you get up, and you tuck the blanket under his chin again as you stand, staring down at him softly.

Todoroki’s gone from being used to that look to losing it in his childhood, and he holds onto it tightly when it comes to you. He only gets that look from you anymore, but he finds you’re the only one he really wants it from anyway.

His hand grips your wrist before you can turn and walk away.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I promise I’ll show you.”

And something about your smile makes the ache in his leg and the scratchiness of his throat get pushed to the back of his mind. Especially when you whisper “I love you too, Shoto. You do show me, I promise.”

this is a repost from my old blog

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂ꨄ

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑐, 𝐾𝑎𝑒𝑦𝑎, 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎, 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒, 𝑍ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖, 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜, 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢ℎ𝑎, 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑜, 𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣: 𝑔𝑛/𝑓/𝑚

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓☁︎︎

♥︎𝗗𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗰

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦/𝑛? 𝑀ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 , 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜? 𝐴-𝐴ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟... 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 ... 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦/𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

♡︎𝗞𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑦/𝑛~ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔... 𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠? 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖, 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤?

(𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩~)

♥︎𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑢ℎ? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒? 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒!𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝐼-𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑘𝑎 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘? 𝑀𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒.

♡︎𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑎ℎℎ 𝑦/𝑛 ... 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒... 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡? 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒! 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦?

♥︎𝗭𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓? 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟... 𝐴-𝐴ℎ 𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡.

♡︎𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒? 𝑂ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐺𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑖’𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦/𝑛 ? 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝑈𝑇𝐸 𝐴𝐺𝑂?! 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡, 𝑚ℎ𝑝ℎ . 𝑀ℎℎ 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑖’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ... 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦? 𝑁-𝑁𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.

♥︎𝗞𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟? 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒? 𝑂ℎ 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦/𝑛 , 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚ℎ𝑚ℎ. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒 , 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 . 

♡︎𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗼

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣: 𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦/𝑛 𝑚ℎℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒? 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐾𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡, 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚?

♥︎𝗩𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶

•𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮/𝙣 : 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦/𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒! 𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝. 𝐻𝑒ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒 𝑖’𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑚 𝑖?

THE GENSHIN MEN + THE WAY THEY KISS

feat. arataki itto, kamisato ayato, xiao, zhongli

warnings. kissing!!! i love itto so much

ITTO’s kisses are messy. it’s your face in his hands and scattered lips along your jaw—all laughter pricking your skin and smiles stretching against your mouth. he mumbles words—messy strings of syllables and scattered i love you’s slipping from his throat, and you’re sure if you’re ever to find something akin to rapture—if heaven could form between the heat of your cheeks and the palms of his hands—this would be the point of discovery.

AYATO’s kisses are quiet. it’s sneaking into your room through streaks of moonlight and the stretch of silhouettes along silken sheets. it’s heavy words being carried through light whispers and the shadow of lips against your own—a touch meant for nothing more than to swallow you whole. if love was crafted through an action—if there was a way to hold the creation of things between your teeth, this would be it—he would be it.

XIAO’s kisses are nothing if not nervous. it’s treating your skin like porcelain—like a shift too fast or a grip too strong could shatter you beneath his fingertips. it’s the shared shakiness of breath and the blushing of cheeks and the stretch of the newborn sun across the sky. it’s hesitant i love you’s—as if every syllable is as much a weapon as it is a declaration; as if tonight could very well be as much a goodbye as it is a hello.

ZHONGLI’s kisses carry a whisper of promise. it’s ancient memory breathed across your lips—a wisdom of the sky above your head and the ground beneath your feet and the power in your bones spilling across your skin. it’s the knowing that i love you means forever, that if this is ever to end, memory will hold you in its palms and your words will never leave his mind, just as your voice echos from your throat.

reblogs/interaction is always appreciated

Deku, who is now the number one hero and the symbol of peace, who meets the reader, an ex-villain during his at time at U.A,now she's a simple bartender but she remembers him.

"Oh you're Izuku Midoriya"

"Do I know you..?oh you are-"

Kinda awkward because at first you were to each other's neck, now you're serving him and his friends drinks, but that doesn't stop him to ask you out...

recognition flashes across the face of izuku.

"it's you..." he says, staring at you with wide eyes.

"it's me!" you reply with a smile while mixing a drink.

it's been a while since you've seen izuku midoriya. it was high school, and you found yourself caught up in some morally ambiguous organizations. you didn't plan to become a villian, but there you were, being chased down by the up and coming hero, deku.

since then, you've been through some rigorous villain-rehabilitation programs and are finally on the right track, scoring a steady job bartending and this local bar. past you would have never foreseen this.

but what you couldn't foresee was how goddamn good-looking that dorky hero that was chasing you down all those years ago would turn out to be. yet there he was in front of you, freckled skin and gorgeous green eyes that you could lose yourself in if you weren't careful.

"i-it's nice to see you," he says, nervously fidgeting.

it's cute to see that his boyish shyness never left.

"good to see you too... number one hero," you say teasingly, loving the way his skin turns bright red.

he nervously laughs and rubs the back of his neck, unknowingly showing off his drool-worthy arm muscles.

"yeah, i guess things have changed a bit since i last saw you," he says.

"well, last time you saw me, you were tackling me to the ground and handing me over to the police," you say pointedly.

izuku freezes in embarrassment. you start to feel bad for giving him a hard time, and begin to backtrack.

"it was for the best," you say. "after that, i got some help. and now i have this job and things are looking good."

you can see him let out a shaky breath before gently smiling at you. "that's good to hear."

"yep. it seems that every time our paths cross, you're here to change the direction of my life." you raise an eyebrow. "so... deku... what's it going to be this time?"

it’s fluff friday!

ok, maybe I do like him

Dabi x reader

Summary: lowkey enemies to lo lovers. When Dabi found out you got hurt by someone, he didn’t particularly take it well

A/N: this is a repost from my older account because I haven’t had the time to write something new. college’s been taking up all of my time sadly, tho I still wanted to provide you guys some content. so hope you enjoy this even with the ongoing circumstances.

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You didn’t like Dabi. You didn’t like how he walked as if he was the main character. You didn’t like how he always followed behind you just so he could irritate you. You didn’t like his face, that smug smile that appeared when he succeeded in irritating you and that frown when you said to him to leave you alone. You didn’t like him. And he didn’t like you.

“Look out!”

You spun around quickly, ready to punch whoever tapped your shoulder, but glared when you saw Dabi standing behind you while he was laughing.

“I swear if you come closer to me one more fucking time I will destroy the rest of your not purple skin”, you said giving him a death glare.

“Oh no, I got so scared my tear ducts almost started working again”, he said with a fake concerned look.

“If you don’t stop I will make sure none of the ducts on your body work”, you said as you walked away from him.

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OKAY so I imagine you and Xiao just laying in bed because Xiao FINALLY admitted to himself that yes, he likes being held by you. So you guys are just laying there facing eachother and talking quietly, when you suddenly lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead.. Xiao’s breath hitches, it seems that, no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still makes him feel oh so special. 

His cheeks turn a lovely shade of red- a sight you’ve seen, many, many times. But he seems even more flustered this time however, judging by the way he burries his face in your chest. You smile fondly at him, but your smile falters as he mumbles something in your chest, something that you couldn’t quite catch. You gently ask him what he said, and Xiao nearly whimpers. Now you’re REALLY confused bc what the fuck Xiao…

He slightly lifts his head, not enough for you to see his face, but just enough for you to actually understand what he’s saying. “I… I love you…” he mumbles out, that’s the very first time you’ve ever heard him say that, so PLEASE be nice to him and don’t say “I love you more” 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

After you said your ‘I love you’ back, Xiao lets out a sigh of relief and visibly relaxes.. you pull him closer to you and softly pet his head…. hnngngngn soft cuddles w Xiao…

i know we all love toji being nasty, but i'd love to see a (slightly) sweeter side of him and the reader as mamaguro, if possible?? maybe featuring the reader in his lap, the first time toji's ever really wanted to really do right by his partner... the ability of a man like him to have a softer side has plagued me ever since akutami said he mellowed out with his wife 😭

saying the important things - toji x fem!reader (2.1k)

toji’s not the kind of man who wears his heart on his sleeve. but he’ll try, for you. 

warnings: none! reader is mamaguro and uses fem pronouns, pregnancy is briefly talked about. this is just soft honestly

[reblogs/comments appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

Megumi is sleeping.

He lays in his crib, his chubby cheeks squished against the soft mattress, his hair dark and messy. At times like this, you can see so much of Toji in him, and it makes your heart ache. You can’t believe that you helped create something so perfect – from his tiny face, the tilt of his nose, the perfectly formed fingers and toes . . . You find it hard to believe that Megumi could really be yours.

“You’re starin’ at the kid again.”

Toji’s voice comes from behind you and startles you – you jump, guiltily turning to see your husband. His voice is dark and rough, but as you see him you realise that his face is anything but. Oh, sure – he has a scar bisecting the corner of his lip, muscles rippling out of a tight black shirt. But the look on his face is peaceful, and as he meets your eyes it just seems to fade into something even more so.

“You come stare at him,” you say, “you’ll understand why.”

He makes a little huff of amusement – but Toji Fushiguro is under your thumb, so he humours you by moving forward. Big arms wrap around your waist, making you feel safe and held in his embrace. His chin rests on your shoulder, sharp green eyes on the messy-haired bundle of wonder sleeping in the crib that you’d watched Toji build with a screwdriver clenched between his teeth.

(“How hard can it be?” He’d asked you. “S’flat pack, right? Guys who aren’t half as smart as me do it--”. In the end, it had taken six and a half hours and Toji had had to physically pick you up and sit you down on a chair because you couldn’t stop bending down to help. He’d placed his hands on his hips and pointed an accusing finger at you. “You’re gonna get yourself stressed, sweetheart, and it isn’t gonna do any good for the kid.” You hadn’t expected Toji Fushiguro to be the over-protective kind . . . but you’d be lying if you said that his pout and furrowed eyebrows weren’t adorable).

Megumi’s eyes had turned the same shade of green as Toji’s around the five month mark, for the record.

“We did a good job, huh?” There’s a hint of pride in Toji’s voice that he does his best to dampen down – he’s trying to be cool, even now. Your hands come to rest over his own, where they’re clasped onto your hips.

“I think we did a great job,” you tell him, and snorts out a little laugh against your neck that tickles, making you bend back into sub-consciously. “No, really. I think he’ll fetch a high price on the black market. Look at all of that hair.”

“Takes after me,” Toji tells you. “I think I’d fetch a high price too.”

“You know you’d fetch a high price,” you say, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You find yourself on your tip-toes just so you can feel a little closer to equal to him. “You’re a wanted man, Mr Fushiguro--”

“You’re a wanted woman, Mrs Fushiguro,” He says, bending his head – and his lips brush across yours, and you feel your entire body fill with the heady knowledge that he wants you. You know it – he makes it clear in the gentler way he holds you against him, his attempts to do chores around the house, the way his fingers entangle with yours when you’re out doing grocery shopping as a little family. But there’s something that you can’t quite express that feels all the more special about the embrace and the words when you two are on your own.

It hadn’t always been like this.

When you’d first met Toji, he’d been all dark flashing eyes and dangerous smile and tugging hands, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flirted and charmed his way into your life. His voice had been dark and deep, he’d winked at you and made insinuations and insisted, occasionally, that this wasn’t a relationship so much as a mutually beneficial arrangement--

Until someone else had flirted with you in a club and Toji had grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, arm wrapping around your waist. Perhaps you’d been trying to make him jealous – you’d long ago accepted that your crush on Toji and desire to make him yours officially were going to come to a sticky end, seeing as he seemed to value his freedom so highly – but you hadn’t expected it to work.

He’d murmured into your neck that night that you were his, forever, and he never wanted to see someone else’s hands on you again--

“Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend, finally, then?” You’d asked, a hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing the scar on his lip. Toji had grinned at you, dark and deep and dangerous but warmer than you’d ever seen it. He’d held you that night like he’d just realised how precious you were.

“Sweetheart,” he’d said to you in response. “Hell. Y’can call me your husband if you want.”

You had laughed and thought he was joking.

“Maybe I’ll try that after a proper proposal,” you’d said, tapping his nose. You’d expected him to grab your hand before you could make contact and pin you underneath him, tell you off for being so cheeky – but instead, the pad of your finger had made contact with it and you swore you’d seen a dark flush dust his high cheekbones.

You’d figured that was the end of it, until two weeks later he’d pulled out an expensive-looking ring whilst the two of you watched a movie.

“Well?” He’d asked you, looking almost uncomfortable – almost afraid that you might say ‘no’. “Whaddya say, angel? Gonna try callin’ me husband now?”

And you had.

He’d confessed everything to you before he’d asked about taking your name. His exact line of work, why he wanted to leave his old surname behind – and though you know you shouldn’t have, you’d simply taken it in stride. If this was what it took to have him, you would accept it; it had been too long, and you loved him too much, to simply walk away. You’d found out you were expecting Megumi six weeks before the small wedding and had told Toji immediately.

He’d seemed scared, but he’d seemed excited to – whirling you around like you weighed nothing before he anxiously put you back down and stepped back.

“That’s fine, right?” He’d asked. “I dunno much about kids. I haven’t hurt ‘em or anything, have I?”

He’d made a real effort around the house whilst you were incapacitated by your pregnancy, too – sometimes too much of one, as he batted away your attempts at cooking or cleaning with an insistent ‘I can do it, sweetheart!”. You’d let him make mistakes – honestly, a couple of disasters notwithstanding he’d made a decent effort.

You’re not afraid to leave Megumi alone with him, though Toji still hasn’t quite mastered the life skill of ‘talking to my baby as if he is my child and not simply a friend who I want to slightly intimidate’.

Sometimes you see Toji sat in an armchair with Megumi in his arms, a tiny hand wrapped around Toji’s massive thumb, and you think you could die from how much you love them both.

“C’mon,” Toji murmurs, breaking the kiss. “He’s fast asleep.”

You let yourself be dragged over to said armchair in the corner of the room, next to the little case of children’s books you and Toji had chosen for him

Megumi likes dogs; he claps his pudgy little hands together whenever one is introduced in the bright colours and flat pages. At nine and a half months, he had furrowed his little face and pronounced; “Gog. Goggy.”. Toji had grabbed the cheap camcorder that he’d been recording as many milestones as possible on and tried to bully Megumi into saying it again, but all of the footage he’d actually gotten was you laughing in the background as Megumi attempted to cross his chubby little arms and look at his father in disapproval. He had not said ‘goggy’ again until you had thoughtlessly picked up a little pair of black and white stuffed dogs whilst in a toy-shop with him to show him. Toji had had to go back to the shop ten minutes before closing to purchase them, and even now Megumi tucks them under his arms when you take him out in his pushchair.

You let yourself, too, be pulled into Toji’s lap as your husband gets comfortable, readjusting your body so he can wrap his arms around you and you can bury your face into his neck.

He smells like cigarettes and your laundry powder, familiar and comforting.

He takes a deep, pleased breath that makes the muscles in his throat ripple – you bring up a hand and trace them, fingertip lodging in the hollow of his throat for a moment before your hand moves down to rest over his clavicle, and then where his heart is beating steadily under his clothes and skin.

“You feelin’ me up, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “Y’can just ask, you know--”

“I’m feeling your heartbeat,” you say to him, listening to his pulse in his neck. “I think it might have stopped. We should look into it.” “Is this because I made that joke about the black market? Babe, you’d never let me fuckin’ sell our kid--” “Don’t swear around Megumi,” you say, automatically, your eyes swivelling to Megumi’s crib without moving your head from its comfortable position. “You’ll give him a dirty mouth.”

“You love my dirty mouth,” Toji purrs, the arm around your waist pulling you in tighter and closer. Heat rushes to your face and you give him a headbutt in the neck that’s half affectionate and half warning.

“Not now,” you say, sighing comfortably. Toji is warm and solid and always there for you. “I’m too comfy.”

“Ah, far be it for me to interrupt your nap-time,” he teases, but he pushes a kiss onto your forehead anyway. “Hell, I could go to sleep here myself. Nobody said havin’ a kid would be this much effort.”

“Everyone said it,” you say, stifling a yawn. “You just didn’t believe them.”

He snorts again.

“Y’got me there,” he says. “Wouldn’t change him for the world, though.”

“You’re just saying that because he takes after you,” you smile against his skin. “If he looked like me and acted like me, if he was sweet and demure--”

This gets another laugh from Toji, who knows exactly just how not sweet and not demure you can be.

“I’d love him even more, probably,” he says. “We’re gonna have some fuckin’ blow-ups in the future, sweetheart. Good job you’ll be around to sort out your men, right?”

The arm not about your waist moves so he can cup your face now, tip your chin up towards him. His eyes are still very sharp, but they’re softened with love as he looks down at you. Toji gives you these moments in the quiet of night – when he’s not formerly-of-the-Zenin-family, when he’s not the ‘Sorcerer Killer’, when he’s not an assassin-for-hire – when he’s just Toji Fushiguro, your husband and father of your child. You treasure every single one of them and hold them close to you like a precious pearl, stringing them onto a necklace of memories you’ll cling to forever.

“I’ll be around forever,” you tell him. “If I die, I’ll come back to haunt you and tell you what a shitty job you’re doing on the PTA.”

He snorts.

“Don’t even joke,” he tells you with a flickering smirk – but that smirk quickly drops away to be replaced with a look of intense solemnity. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Are you getting soft on me?” You ask, but the hand tipping your chin up does a little jerk.

“Please,” Toji says, a little softer now. “Let me tell you I love you and mean it.”

Sparks fly all through your stomach, your heart twisting in your ribcage. You rarely see this kind of gravitas on his face – he rarely takes this tone, almost needy as he implores you to listen.

“I love you too,” you breathe. “You know that.”

He pulls you into a kiss that knocks the breath out of you, that makes you feel like you and Toji and Megumi are the only real people on Earth and everyone else is an imitation.

“Yeah,” he says, gruff. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearin’ you say it, though.”

Let's be honest here.

I'd probably die of Shyness if Venti even glanced in my direction for more than a half a second

That is the biggest mood, I'm an introvert and kinda hate actually initiating any type of actual communication, but that's what makes Venti so great

He's an attention seeking extrovert, making friends and starting conversations are his specialty

I fully believe that if he saw someone in a tavern that he thought looked interesting, he wouldn't hesitate to dedicate his next song to them with a little wink and a sly smile

Now buy him a drink and he'll keep the conversation up all by himself if he has to

Being the so called 'creator' would make it all the easier

I mean, he already knows who you are, you wouldn't have to do a single thing except sit there are look nice as he rambles on and practically sprawls across you

You blushing and trying not to make eye contact would just encourage him all the more, loving the idea that he's the one who flusters you

Would give him a major ego boost, which can only get so much bigger before it actually outgrows his already small body— so maybe be careful there

I can just imagine him doing his signature laugh and being all "You're just sooo cute, I can't help myself when you react like that~" as he teases you for blushing for the hundredth time

He's a menace but we love him anyway <3

{ 7 }

when he sees you cry.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | roommates trope

the drive back to your shared apartment was a bitter one as you were forced to relive your failures over and over again.

you figured the moment you got accepted into the university of your dreams that you were unstoppable; that each and every one of your goals could be obtained as long as you were willing to put in the hard work.

so when your bad grades and failed exams kept coming up regardless of the times you have spent doing your best to study for the material, you wanted nothing more than to cry. your heart ached, your voice was raw from the shouts of frustration that clawed at your throat, and you were just so tired from it all.

when your apartment complex came to view, you parked haphazardly on your usual corner, the tears blurring your vision in such a siginificant manner you were shocked that you were able to walk up the steps and recognize the door.

your hands were shaky, and the trembling of your fingertips made you miss the lock a few times. when you finally jammed your key into the damn lock and twist it open, you winced at how the loud impact of the door slamming against the brick wall reverberated throughout the apartment.

you hoped you didn't bother your roommate, actually praying that this would be the afternoon he slept in without questioning your teary eyes.

with movements that were nothing short of robotic, you lock your door and stiffly walk to your room. as you passed by eren's bedroom, you let out a string of silent curses when the door opens to reveal his disheveled form. dressed in only a pair of sweatpants, you could see the beauty of his godlike form while he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. ah, so he was still sleeping, and you were stupid enough to wake him up with your commotion. "the hell are you slamming doors for? can't you see i-"

the biting words seemed to die from his lips the moment his emerald gaze meets with your bloodshot ones, still filled with tears. "'m sorry eren, i promise i'll be quiet."

"wait, who the fuck made you cry?!" you did not want to deal with this, already feeling a pounding headache forming against your temples as you continued your way toward the sanctuary of your bed. when you felt his large hand encircle around your wrist, you immediately ripped yourself away from him. "i said i'm FINE, don't touch me!"

knowing your roommate was a stubborn asshole who refuses to let things go, the moment you entered your room with every intention of slamming the door in his stupidly pretty face, eren stops you, placing his full weight against the door all while glaring down at you as he spits out your name, "i asked you who the fuck made you cry! i'll kick his ass if he does this again, so just tell me already so i don't have to see you like this!"

"and why the hell do you care?! why can't you just-"

you feel his hand on your lips, thumb stroking at them with a gentleness you didn't think the eren yeager was capable of. through your many months of living with him, you found him to be an immensely attractive young man; you thought of him as being devastatingly handsome, even. sometimes, you found it hard to look at eren without feeling your heart clenching at least once.

but in time, you got used to his presence. you hid your growing crush on him, buried it within the deep depths of your heart each time he brought a new girl home and lead him to his bed like it was second nature. while he kept those beautiful women warm at night, you forced yourself to focus on your own goals. you buried your entire heart and soul into achieving your dreams, and each time you fell short, you could never prevent the feeling of helplessness that came with it. which was why you desperately needed to fall apart on your own, without eren's powerful and prying eyes on you.

yet when you tried to pull yourself away from him, he pulls you back with a grunt, not relenting. you continue watching with wide eyes as a ferocity you have never seen before hardens his gaze, "we've been living together for 8 months now, you think i don't notice when you stop singing in the shower, or how you don't dance anymore whenever you're cooking dinner for us? come on angel, tell me who made you cry. who made you lose the light that i..."

he trails off for some reason, appearing frustrated in himself. in a vain attempt to save yourself, you wiped away the snot and tears with the sleeve of your sweater to give him a self deprecating laugh. "it's never over a boy. some guy would never make me cry this fucking hard, but my failures will."

when he finally hears the truth, eren softens his gaze and gently pulls you toward his chest. you struggle a bit, asking him what he was doing, yet he merely ignores you. with your bed in sight, eren falls back on it with you in his arms. "it's okay. i understand what you're going through, more than you'll ever know."

the warmth eren surrounded you with tears down your defenses as you bury your head within his naked chest, allowing yourself to cry in his arms as you cling to him, like a child seeking comfort with her favorite blanket.

"eren, i'm so afraid of failing...so afraid of not being good enough. and i keep, i k-keep falling short and i don't know how to fix it....!"

"sssh, it's okay. you've just been working yourself too hard, baby. you're not a failure at all, you're the most hardest working person i've ever met, angel." eren scratches your scalp then, running his fingers through your hair as he smooths out each strand, making you melt against him as you felt all of the tension disappear with his mere touch alone. "give yourself time to feel better, to do the things you enjoy so that brain of yours can get that serotonin and shit."

eren's oddly considerate words makes you snort as you wipe away the last bit of your tears, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders when you lift yourself off of him-

only to be stopped when his powerful arms wrap themselves around your back, effectively trapping you against his naked chest once more.

you could feel the heat pool against your cheeks, embarrassment flooding your system as you weakly struggled against him, "eren, i feel better now, you can let go."

"no, i refuse to leave my girl alone even when she's done crying."

you felt eren stiffen beneath you, stuttering out excuses, "i-i mean, we're roommates, a-and roommates have each other's b-backs a-and...uhm...!"

your smile widens now, and you were finally able to pull yourself away from eren's grip to look down at him, "oh, i'm your girl now?"

you take your time and admire the blush quickly spreading across eren's cheek as he quickly looks away from you. loving this surprisingly soft side to him, you gently made him face you as you nuzzled his nose with the tip of your own, "what about all the other girls who spent the night here with you?"

"that was before i ever got to know you. they don't come around anymore because i made 'em go away. you're the one i want, angel." you take the time and relish in the way his lips gave you a soft pout, immediately making you lean down to capture them in a sweet kiss as he returned your kiss with a fervor.

with a newfound determination and warmth filling you, you had a feeling you could take on the world, failures and all, so long as eren was by your side.

a.n. - i just wanted to say, i believe in soft and caring, himbo eren supremacy ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

all stories are written by yeagererens; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.