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kuroo tetsurou is painfully in love with you. like, so in love he can feel sharp pains in his chest every single time you look at him. even if you guys have been together for years, you never fail to make his heart skip multiple beats. in fact, his favorite activity is watching you walk up to him. after class, when he comes to pick you up, when you guys are meeting like literally whenever. the way you both can’t contain your smile. his heart flutters knowing you share the same excitement. that’s all he ever wants to do; share feelings with you. whether you guys cry together, laugh, yell. kuroo tetsurou wants to experience it all with you. kuroo testurou is so painfully in love.

A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad

fall / in love

Pairing: Al-Haitham x Reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst with a happy ending Word Count: ~1.3k A/N: writer's block is hitting hard rn so here are some feelings with our fav grumpy grand scribe

“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” The last person you want to see stands in front of you. You can feel your desk digging into you from behind as you’re cornered in the quiet walls of your office with nowhere to run. Petty excuses are futile in the presence of Al-Haitham, and his looming shadow makes you feel impossibly small.  

You cannot fall in love with him, you’ve told yourself this over and over again. They are bitter words to swallow down, stuck in the back of your throat as you force a practiced smile to hide every confession that threatens to tear through. There are certain things that cannot be said because they will tear down the walls you’ve so carefully constructed, and you know better than anyone how terrible he is at lending a hand when it comes to emotions. Al-Haitham is a man of titles: the Grand Scribe of the Akademiya, the current Acting Grand Master, a saviour to Sumeru (whether he acknowledges it or not), and a good friend. So you cannot fall in love with him because that will threaten everything you have built thus far.

And yet you free-fall, stumbling into these emotions you struggle to push away. You remind yourself to re-read the label that describes your relationship: childhood friends. Keep it that way, you say to yourself. Don’t fall in love, don’t fall for silly words and actions that have no deeper meaning. Falling in love is dangerous, and falling in love with Al-Haitham is possibly the most dangerous of all. You know this and yet you cannot bring yourself to draw the line. He pushes his way into his life without care, his body fitting the indent on your couch from sleepless nights of research and escaping from Kaveh’s hammering in the middle of the night.

Don’t fall in love. Instead, push him away, pull yourself out, place every obstacle you can on this chess-game like friendship that’s cornering you. So how is it that he’s cornered you now, arms crossed over his chest as he stares you down.

“I’ve been busy.” You sigh with a shake of your head. It’s not a lie, you have been rather busy with the sudden influx of paperwork and rebuilding that comes with the rebuilding of the Akademiya. But you’ve still made an effort to steer clear of Al-Haitham when you could. It was changing your daily routes, choosing to take longer walks around the Akademiya to get to your office in the morning, and instead taking up Kaveh’s offers to get lunch at the cafe across the city rather than the one just outside the Akademiya. 

Al-Haitham rolls his eyes ,”Do you think I’m that stupid? You’ve been actively avoiding me. This is the first time I’ve seen you in almost two weeks. So why?” You hear the slight waver in his voice as his words end. There’s a flicker of worry in his eyes that lasts for just one second, but it’s that one second that punches through your pride. It’s too late to back out now.

“Because— I don’t understand you! You buy me my favourite pastries and then tell me it’s because you wanted one too but I know you hate how sweet these are! You ask for book recommendations but I know you hate the books I read because you have this odd enjoyment of reading physics books! You seek out my company and claim it’s only because you have nothing better to do! And I don’t understand what you want from me!” He remains quiet at your words and you shake your head slightly. Of course he doesn’t say anything. When you finally put him in check, he doesn’t know what to say. His pawns are gone, chess pieces not set up for your play, so he stays quiet. 

“I don’t like feeling whatever this feeling is.” Your hands tremble as you bring them to your chest. The words bubble up from your chest and there’s no stopping them now. Not after you’ve pushed them down for so long and watched from a distance, because this distance is what has kept you going for so long. 

“I see you and— and suddenly I have this stupid smile on my face and my heart beats faster and you don’t even know!” You cry out, “You don’t care that time and time again I have to turn away just because I get so worried that you’ll see me and know.!” He stares at you blankly and you hate it. You hate that you can’t read any emotions in those pretty eyes of his. You hate that his mouth hasn’t moved, not a twitch or a smirk, or a smile, or anything. You hate that his hands reach up to grasp yours, the surprisingly soft texture of his gloves stark against your clammy palms.

He opens his mouth and you brace for the worse, only for him to say softly, “Breathe, please.” A shaky breath rattles your lungs as you stare at him, mouth parted in a mix of surprise at the sudden contact and how damn close he is. There’s a mix of something in those pretty eyes of his as he ducks down to look at you from behind his grey swept hair. A smile, a rare, genuine one tugs on his lips and you can only stare. You’ve laid out your emotions bare for him to see, put him in check position and can only wait for him to make his next move.

And what you hate the most about Al-Haitham is his infuriating ability to take his time, even in the most stressful of situations. You’re acutely aware of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest and his as you stand in silence. Your hands, no doubt sweaty, still shake even in his gentle grasp and you  know that he can see the way your eyes dart around nervously, refusing to hold eye contact with him.

“After knowing me for so long, I thought that you might be able to read me just as well.” Forget how nervous you feel at the moment. You want to strangle him for his cryptic words. He’s always been good at this, dangling the truth in front of everyone’s eyes under the disguise of honey coated words and half-truths. Perhaps, at another time, you would indulge in riddled words and bite back with some of your own, but now they only irritate you. And Al-Haitham knows it. Just the thought of it brings a teasing grin to his face, one you recognize immediately.

“Don’t you think it’s rather foolish of you to avoid me like this?” Al-Haitham hums and steps back to give you some space. He doesn’t let go of your hands. “After all this time, you’d think that maybe you might realize that I care for you just as much, if not more, as you do for me.” You let the words sink in, bask in their warmth before scowling at him. Tugging your hands from his grasp you push at him gently, ignoring the feeling of his chest against your fingers as you look away.

“Just say you like me too.” You grumble. Al-Haitham’s fingers come to drag along your skin, teasing yet comforting as he laughs, “What a childish way of putting it.” You roll your eyes but stay in your spot, relishing in the turn of events. Quick as it may have been, and far too unexpected for your liking, you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something Al-Haitham would do.

He hums, catching your attention once more. “So, are you done avoiding me?”

“Keep up this attitude and I won’t be.” Al-Haitham grins and you can’t help but match his expression. But nothing prepares you for the brief kiss that his planted on your forehead, a promise sealed without words, an act of comfort and honesty. And in the confines of these four walls, you let yourself fall in love again. 

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— cosmic love.

ft: shinso x reader

genre; fluff <3

wc: 1,3k

shinsou was mesmerized.

looking at you made him feel stupid in so many ways he couldn't even think straight; just watching the artwork in front of him as all thoughts empty from his mind.

he was obsessed with the little things. those things about you that no one else would notice, but he did. and he loves to observe your little habits, your peculiarities, the things that make you so goddamn unique and special; the way you look at your nails when you’re bored, the way you frown when you don’t understand a subject or when you run your hand over your face in frustration when you finally give up on understanding. the details of your hand, your arms that he wanted so much to have around him, the curve of your neck that he wanted so badly to put his face and lose himself in your scent for hours.. how incredible. how charming. how purely you.

you look up, wrinkling your nose “why are you looking?”

he is speechless. this isn’t the first time you’ve caught him staring at you like you’re the only person in the world— but well, in his world, you are. but it always leaves him speechless because he can't tell what he’s really thinking.

he really wanted to say how much he wanted you, how much he wanted to hold you in his arms. how much he wanted to know every part of your body and adore you the way you are, get lost in the thousands of universes that are in you. how he wanted to be the reason for your laugh, the reason for the sparkle in your eyes. how he wanted to be your reason. how he wanted to be yours.

he opens his mouth “you’re such a nerd”

you laugh, shaking your head you lower it to the paper in front of you.

“classy,” you say teasingly as you opens another book. “am i a nerd because i want a good future?”

“no. you're a nerd for calling me into a library on a saturday afternoon to help you with a homework due in two weeks…”

you laugh, rolling your eyes.

“let’s finish this soon, please”

he didn’t want to finish it soon. he wanted to stay here with you in a silent old library, as if no one had come here in a long time to hear its story and appeal. he wants to stay with you until the end of eternity and beg the universe to give you even more time.

he sighs as he tries to ignore his thoughts. he smiles lightly and calmly, a gesture totally opposite of his heart which is beating so fast in his chest that he gets dizzy. he pulls up a chair and sits next to you; so close that you feel his perfume invade your pores and thoughts, making you feel strangely safe, at home.

he starts to explain to you about the lesson and, consequently, you get a little closer to him. you hear him stutter a little, which causes you to look at him with furrowed brows, you’re genuinely confused when he starts scratching his neck and looking away from you.

“something wrong?” you ask.

“ah?… oh no no, just… i just got lost in the matter” he looks at you — more precisely at your lips — and then fakes a cough, turning his gaze to the task in front of him.

not at all convinced, you nod your head and he continues explaining to you; a few minutes passed, but what honestly felt like hours. he rests his elbow on one of the open books in front of him and rests his face in his hand, watching you finish the task he explained to you calmly, as if he has all the time in the world with you.

he likes astrology; the sky, the moon, the universe… but honestly he often asks himself, why astronomy if the only celestial body he wants to study is you? the only universe he discovers and appreciates is your universe; the one you never showed to anyone.

he gently tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear as he watches you intently, and you’re so focused and determined on finishing your task as soon as you barely notice his kindness.

god, he thinks, people say the most beautiful cause in the universe are galaxies, that’s because they don’t know you

he sounds cliche now, and he knows it, but he can’t help it. you flower in him something he has never seen or heard of; something that has never been portrayed in romance novels or movies. you awaken in him a light so divine and unique that it illuminates everything around him, which makes him enchant and fall in love with everything even more, especially with you.

and again, he doesn’t realize he’s staring until you snap your fingers in front of his face. he shakes his head a little and blinks repeatedly, trying to regain his posture. he feels his cheeks burning as you smile shyly, as if his gaze this time was even deeper and more.. unique.

“are you really okay?” it’s a stupid question, you know, but the real words your heart tells you to say turn to ashes in your mouth. you can’t, so you just let the universe take control.

“no... i don’t think so...” he says sincerely, looking down at the floor and closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and facing you once more.

“one time.. a while ago… i told the moon how in love i am with the stars, she felt sorry for me 'cause she knew i could never touch them, so she sent me you”

you freeze for a few seconds before a wave of love and excitement fills you completely, drowning you. you smile so brightly, so hugely it makes him smile back. he lowers his head and scratches the back of his neck again.

“shinso..” you say, breaking the silence between you, “if i told the universe how much i love you, he would be ashamed to be so small”

shinso widens his eyes a little and stutters, as if he couldn’t believe what you said. on what is happening now. a mixture of love and fear takes over his heart as butterflies dance fervently in his stomach. he doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what to answer, it’s like his mind is paralyzed, still trying to understand and overcome your words. but, in a gesture of euphoria, you approach him; and, in a moment of courage, he places his hand on your cheek and strokes it with his thumb before sliding down to the back of your neck, holding you tenderly before pulling you to him.

and it is then that your lips touch.

and in that moment, nothing else matters. it’s like the world disappears around you and the two of you are floating in the galaxy, holding on to each other so you don’t fall, holding on to each other with all the love and passion that the moon and the sun have for each other.

slowly, the two of you come back to reality; the smell of old books all around you, the weak sunlights illuminating the other part of the table, the silence of the library.. it all comes back in a wave of tranquility and peace the two of you have never felt before.

you smile against him and he leaves one last soft peck on your lips, as if he can’t get enough of you. you then finally pull away, but he holds your hand. he looks at your joined hands as you look at him and follow his gaze with yours; he smiles as he slides his thumb along the back of your hand.

“if you agree to date me, i’ll get the saturn rings for you.” he says softly, in a playful tone but you know he means it. he looks at you and smiles sideways, and you just smile back at him; a more than enough answer. he takes your hand to his lips and leaves a light kiss, as if to say yes, he will fulfill his promise.

[3:47 pm] ft miya osamu

wc: 700

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When you slam open Atsumu’s bedroom door and plop yourself onto the carpet next to him, he barely looks up from his phone. 

“Ever heard of knocking?”

You lay belly down on the floor and scream into the worn fuzz of the carpet. 

“Gross. You know our bare, unwashed feet walk on this floor right?” 

He offers you a pillow and you take it, squishing it between the floor and your face. Atsumu waits for your breath to run out. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Atsumuuuuu…” you bemoan. “I’m going through a crisis.” 

He says nothing, continuing to scroll on his phone but you can tell you’ve garnered some of his interest. 

“I have a secret. Like one that I can’t tell anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s so shameful. I’ve been keeping it to myself for, like, ever.”

“Yeah, I bet I couldn’t guess what it is.” The sarcasm is completely lost on you. 

“Yeah. You’d make fun of me. It’d be material for you to tease me for a lifetime,” you pause, take a deep breath. “I-

“-have a big fat crush on my brother?” 

You gape. “What?” 

He looks up from his phone. He blink at you, like you’re any simpleton. “You,” he says slowly, punctuating each word, ”have a big, fat, embarrassing, crutching, debilitating crush on my brother.” 

“I didn’t even realize you knew so many big words-”

“What?” 

The two of you freeze up. 

“‘Samu!” Atsumu exclaims. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back until later tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

He gives no other explanation. You stay still, hoping that if you don’t move or breathe, he won’t notice you. The silence stretches.

“Ohhh.. kay. Well, I better go. You kids-”

You jolt awake at that, in disbelief that Atsumu would flee alone after what he’s done.

“I’ll go with!” You turn and run, making monumental efforts to avoid a dark eyes trained on you. 

You’re about to squeeze past when a hand slams against the doorframe, arm now blocking off your exit. Osamu stares hard at you while your gaze stays glued to the exit beyond, though it’s more like you’re staring at his bicep which is now stationed at your eye level. 

“I’m just gonna go…” you hear Atsumu mumble, ducking under Osamu’s arm barrier, stealing your escape route. 

“Jackass-” you mumble.

“Hey.” 

The low voice comes from right above your head.

“Osamu,” you greet, still staring at his arm. “I gotta go. I have plans-”

A finger comes up to lift your jaw. It’s careful, but still forceful. When your eyes finally meet his, the one finger turns into two which grip your chin in place. 

“Was what Atsumu said true?” 

It takes a lot for you to hold back a stutter. “Sounds like you heard him loud and clear to me,” you say, ready to slap his hand away. 

“I did.”

“Then why are you still asking-” 

“If it’s true,” he leans down, talking slowly. It makes you start to hyperventilate. You need a paper bag or something. “I don’t wanna hear it from my stupid brother.” 

His eyes are mesmerizing, captivating. Not even the many, many years of knowing him dulls the effect of his straightforward gaze on you. You think you hear someone concede, “it’s true.” 

“What’s true?” he whispers. He’s so close you feel his words ghost your mouth.

Autopilot talks. “That I have a big fat crush on you.” 

He eats up the next millimeter of space. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your lips.

Suddenly, his neck is caged inside of your arms and you’re licking up his familiar minty breath and surely this all isn’t your doing because your brain is still catching up. 

His smile widens against your lips and you can feel the smugness radiate off him. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted, then.” 

That clears the fog. You shove his shoulders away and try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t go very far.

“Why?” you demand. 

He kisses you again. “‘Cause my brother’s got a big mouth.” 

You tilt your head in confusion. Osamu takes it as an invitation to slot his face better against yours. 

His kiss almost makes you forget your train of thought, but that’s okay because he answers your question anyway. 

“And he probably would’ve blabbed that I have a big fat crush on you too.”

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More of malleus and silver sibling bonding time. I like to think that malleus is constantly stealing silver away to show him things and play. He also talks to him like he's a full grown adult which is both funny and good for silver in the long run.

Also this habit has stopped Lilia's heart on more than one occasion

“ first i love you ” [ bnha ]

→ pairing: separate, bakugou, deku, kirishima, shouto, denki, hawks, dabi x gn!reader

→ a/n: gn!reader, no real rhyme or reason to who says it first- i just didn't wanna get too repetitive so some of the characters say it first and in some you say it first! just kinda depended. these kinda suck :/ been in a slump.

— DABI:

touya thought you were asleep or he wouldn't have admitted the words for months- even if he knew they were true. he's always been more talkative when tired, tucking his face into your neck and mumbling his affections into the skin. telling you that he missed you and that you weren't allowed to leave. but he hadn't crossed that line, tiptoeing around the words. he thought you had fallen asleep hours ago, nestled between you and the couch with your breath against his temple. he's so warm and content his thoughts just... pour out, "i love you." tucks himself further into you when he feels your lips on his forehead, echoing the words.

— HAWKS:

keigo said it accidentally but not without thought. the words had been rattling around in his mind for months, sitting heavy on his tongue. you were sitting on his bathroom floor, one wing folded in your lap and the other tucked away. he was so consumed by you, the feeling of your fingers picking through his feathers- delicate and oil-slicked- it just happened. you helping him preen wasn't rare, but it always took so long- so much effort- and you never complained. he cups your face in his hands, eyes warm pools of honey, and presses a soft kiss to your lips, "thank you." his forehead knocks against yours, nose dragging against your cheek, "i love you."

— BAKUGOU:

katsuki hadn't expected it. he hadn't been doing anything special- he had heated your dinner for you and brought you painkillers for a headache. but when he entered the room, you'd smiled at him, "thank you kats, I love you." his mind runs away from him, words tangling together and weighing on his tongue- burning a hole through his teeth. he wanted to say something, anything, instead he stared at you- watching the part of your mouth around the words. he wanted to say something profound, wax poetic about how much you meant to him- how much you'd always meant to him. instead, he huffed and his shoulders dropped, "better fucking like it." his chest felt tight, lessened when your thumbs graze his cheekbone, "I love you, too."

— MIDORIYA:

izuku had it all planned- plotted out to go perfectly, to show you just how much you meant to him. he'd had the date in his calendar for a month, a date he spent a week getting right and a little monologue he'd written and rewritten on index cards. he wanted it to be perfect, memorable, something you'd gush about to your friends- which it was, just not how he thought it would be. it rained. such a small thing which disrupted his entire day. he saw you, drenched from the rain and beaming at the sky with your head tilted back, he blanked. you just looked so pretty he said it without thinking, "I love you."

— KIRISHIMA:

eijirou always knew he loved you- well before he asked you out- it was just a matter of finding a time to tell you. he puts so much thought into it, plans a date and builds a bouquet with all your favourite flowers. spends half the date swiping his hands on his thighs and rehearsing what he wants to say- how he wants to tell you. you beat him to it, though, running your fingers through his hair under a thick quilt and staring up at the heart patterned roof of your fort. "I love you, Eij." he can't even be mad as he nuzzles further into your stomach, pressing a kiss to any skin he can reach and returning the words.

— TODOROKI:

shouto says it too quickly. sitting across from you on your third date- it slips out. it wasn't anything big, the date, dinner and a movie marathon. but you'd leaned over to wipe his upper lip, one hand curled around his jaw to tip his head back and the other thumb softly swiping at his lip. it made him feel all warm, cared for. he felt that thing- that tightness and heat- fill his chest at the side of your tongue between your teeth, peeking through your soft little concentrated smile, "I love you." he doesn't understand why you get so flustered but is dazed when you cup his jaw and return the affection.

— KAMINARI:

denki hadn't really expected you to say it- standing slack-jawed and doey eyed. he knew that he meant a lot to you, that you went out of your way to think about him, care for him- but loving him was something else. something he hadn't thought about. he's nearly vibrating, shoving his face- large smile pressing into your skin- against your neck. hooks his fingers into the back of your shirt, dotting kisses over the length of your collar, "i love you too." bright eyes meet your own, "so much."

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[7:34 pm] - Suna Rintarou

cw: reader is referred to as ‘my baby’

There were many things that you could be thankful for. 

But unlike most days, today was not one of those many. In fact today, your heart of gratitude was close to none as you stood almost nearly freezing during the coldest of winters waiting for your date, Suna Rintarou. 

Did you like him? Most definitely so. He was attractive and witty, emotionally perceptive, and was simply… and truth be told, was someone you were able to see of something more — a future, a dream, a life? Or maybe something in between them all…

Suna Rintarou had crept into your heart unannounced and steadily, causing your heart to beat just a bit louder than normal, your hands to tremble just a bit more than usual, and your ears to rings of his gentle voice whenever you heard him call your name… for your heart to long just a bit more of him.

But did you feel confident in pursuing something more?

No.

Suna Rintarou, the man living a life much different than yours… he simply felt a bit too perfect for someone like you to have. You saw the second glances, and you even got to see some people approaching him while he went off to the restroom, you saw the fame that he’s accumulated, and you saw how nonchalant he was, but yet never boasting about it as if he’s become used to this attention. 

He just simply smiled, and always looked into your eyes… as if somehow you were the only one that he saw, and the only being that he willingly chose to see — his sharp, greenish yellow orbs that could pierce through any soul, and even through the wall, the absolute barricade that you placed before him… he still managed to rummage through and claim your heart, as if there was no other thief in the night. 

But yet he held another woman’s scent… all the time.

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