Anniversary Day With Them - Mha

SEEING YOUR EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME! feat. main three, shinsou, and kaminari. warnings: none.

QUICK EXPLANATION : basically you have a quirk that has to do with your eyes, like medusa except you can control it. though, like bakugou, when irritated you loose some control causing harm to those that look you in the eye. to prevent this you wear a blindfold at all times. now was finally a good time to show him your eyes, considering the low chance for getting irritated.

IZUKU : awestruck at the sight of your eyes, no matter if they looked extremely unique or they looked normal. he slowly reached for the nearest pen and paper with the inquiry, “uhm, not to be weird or anything… but do you mind if i draw your eyes? not for research or anything their just so… pretty.”

KATSUKI : on the outside he showed indifference, throwing around a “what the hell ’s so special bout them?” but you can tell by the look on his face he meant quite the opposite. he was quite proud to be able to see your full face in all its glory, he just doesn’t know how to say it.

SHOTO : he was quite used to people fawning over his eyes and he’d never thought he’d too do such a thing in his lifetime. when he saw your eyes he almost dropped the glass in his hand, “wow, love, your eyes are quite stunning.. may i take a picture.”

SHINSOU : paused what he was doing and stared at you in complete surprise. it ended up becoming a staring competition to which he won, quite easily. “do you not like them? i can cover—” “cover them I dare you.” he gave you a challenging look, “don’t wear this stupid thing when we’re alone, alright?”

DENKI : rushed to your side in a matter of seconds, and held your face in his hands. memorizing everything about them, in complete adoration. “woah… babe, those are your eyes?” “no, theyre my feet, jackass.” “doesn’t matter. they’re gorgeous,”

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— honey lemon

the first time oikawa tooru tells you he loves you is aged six. chubby cheeks are stretched out with contagious happiness as he presents you his confession with a gift, a lemon lollipop which he had snuck from under his mother’s nose as she spoke to your own.

you mirror his smile, sugar on your tongue and lips coated with artificial yellow as you return his words with no idea of what they truly meant. but, you think as oikawa beams at you, grinning impossibly wide, that maybe the warmth that filled your belly had something to do with love.

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HAIKYUU BOYS + MEET CUTES

feat. kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime

warnings. meet cutes!! aka funny situations where you meet men i love

KUROO’s in your english class and, if you’re honest, you can’t stand him at first. he’s intolerable—all loud laughter and silly grins and doodling haphazard polygons in your notebooks—but the more you see him, the more he follows you around and toys with your hair and tells you that you look like you just saw a ghost every time he appears out of nowhere, a warmth rises in your chest that you can’t quite place your finger on. so, when he asks you to get dinner with him through breathy laughter and the hum of the afternoon sun, you truly just can’t say no.

BOKUTO orders a different kind of coffee from you every morning. they’re always a little too complicated and he’s always a little too apologetic, giving you a tip that, though you’re very grateful for, is probably undeserved—but he smiles every time you hand him the drink—wide and toothy and something that feels strikingly like home—so there’s something that leaps in your chest as you scrawl your number across the top of the cup with a little smiley face next to it.

ATSUMU collides with you at the grocery store and, as you try and gather your dinner in your hands, little apologies slip past his lips. he’s pretty—even with messy hair under tacky fluorescent lights and confusion spread across his face—so, when you ask him if he’s in such a rush for a reason, you can feel yourself reveling in the grin that starts to spread itself across his face as he tugs you down the freezer aisle.

IWAIZUMI looks more uncomfortable than anyone you’ve ever met before. sure, parties aren’t exactly your thing either, but he swirls the drink in his hand and his eyes wander across the room and there’s something about him just screaming that he would be anywhere else. so, you sink into the wall behind you and make quiet conversation with a man you’ve never met, and he smiles—a tiny little thing spiraling across his cheeks—and there’s something in you that couldn’t walk away if you tried.

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Iida x Fem!Reader Historical AU: Victorian Era Word Count: 6466

!!: Angst-ish

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A ball. A glorious evening full of dancing, drinking, and eating the finest food. This one is supposed to be the event of the year. At least, according to your mother. 

“I never have fun at these things,” you protest as your maid finishes adjusting the bustle on your dress. She melts into the background while your mother continues to prattle on about how ‘marvelous’ it will be.

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Kamisato Ayato coming in 2.6!

Dont mind me, just thinking about …

Husband!Tsukki who cannot shut up about you when he comes back to work after your wedding, surprising all of his coworkers when he willingly shows off wedding photos

Husband!Tsukki who fiddles with his ring when he’s anxious, because it makes him think of you and that calms him down

Husband!Tsukki who refers to you by your new last name way too often in the first few months after your wedding because he’s just so enamored with the fact that you’re his

Husband!Tsukki who says “my wife,” in conversation instead of your name, even to people who know you (they try so hard not to make fun of him because it’s really sweet to see him so happy but also … the ones that were your friends first can’t resist giving him a little shit about it)

Husband!Tsukki who gets you flowers every couple of weeks, making sure that little centerpiece on your dining room table always looks fresh

Husband!Tsukki who surprises you on your first anniversary with a miniature version of your wedding cake (it was kind of a pain to get the guy who did the original to do this, but, Tsukki’s persuasive, he managed)

Husband!Tsukki who’s special ringtone for you is the song you danced to at your wedding

Just … Husband!Tsukki.

ejp !! (and iizuna)

(I am SOO sorry for sending another ask, BUT) kissing riddle till he's breathless and panting :3

-👅 freakyanon

jumped on this immediately in my sleepy stupor. i was actually stuck on this but woopsies i looked at his ssr halloween card and said fuck it

in which the prefect steals a kiss from riddle. he proceeds to chase the prefect down the heartslabyul maze as payback. riddle rosehearts x reader warnings: suggestive near the end! notes: takes place during the scary monsters ~ endless halloween night event. tried to bring out more of his 'evil queen of hearts' side out.

"Prefect, you came!"

White sheets wrapped around your form, you met Riddle with a cheeky grin as you held out your little bucket. Grim approaches with a matching smile, snickering to himself in a childlike manner. Now that the most dangerous part of the evening was over, Halloween cannot possibly end without a good trick or treating. "Of course! Why wouldn't I visit?" You giggle, much to the housewarden's delight.

Riddle bows slightly, tipping his hat with a courteous smile. It was nice to see your face, unobscured by the sheet. "A very Happy Halloween indeed, Prefect. Now, where did I put those sweets...?" He rummages through his pockets, able to take a handful. He pauses, frowning slightly as he sighed to himself. "I'd have to go back and get another pocketful of candies. It seems I have run out just now." He is taken aback by the way you shake your head, beaming at him with delight.

"Oh, no! It's no problem at all. Give the sweets to Grim!" You tell him, but Riddle hesitates, only relenting when you nod in assurance. "You'd sooner go to a veterinarian to look at his teeth than see a dentist yourself?" He questions with a weak smile. You could only sheepishly laugh in return. "Do I even have insurance in this world? Maybe if I pay Trey's family under the table, I can indulge a bit more with the confections." Grim yowls with glee as he scampers towards the other skeletons, presumably Ace and Deuce who have been lounging by a fake tombstone.

Once alone by his own casket, Riddle sighs and looks at you, almost as if he were trying to pry for a secret. "I suppose you are allowed to bestow upon me a trick, seeing as I have no treats to give you." Your eyes widened with slight surprise. "Are you sure? It's really fine, you know?" Your words are immediately cut short by a shake of his head. "As the Heartslabyul Housewarden, it is my duty to ensure all rules are followed."

There would be no arguing with Riddle when it comes to upholding rules.

Back straightened, Riddle sucked in a deep breath before meeting your gaze with promise. "Very well, prefect. What trick shall you play on me this time?"

You pause for a long time, almost stuck between several thoughts that were running through your head. Riddle couldn't help but feel his chest tighten as you bite onto your lower lip, shifting your ghostly sheet slightly. "Any trick?" You question quietly, eyeing the group of skeletons minding their businesses in the back. He watches as you settle the bucket of sweets to the side, as if preparing yourself for this trick.

Riddle's heart quickened, uncertain whether it was out of fear or excitement. He tilts his head slightly to the side, narrowing his eyes onto you in an attempt to read your mind. He cannot find anything based of how you seem to avoid his gaze, not to mention how shy you suddenly seemed. It was almost unlike you, especially when he has seen how lively you can be with some of the first years.

"Any trick, Prefect."

He knows you wouldn't do anything too reckless, but that was not to say you weren't bold.

However, what he does not expect is for your hands to take his collar and pull him close.

It is only instinct to him, when his eyes flutter shut and all he feels is the warmth of your lips onto his. Whatever thought he has to push you away is immediately melted as he inhales the scent of your hair, followed by the slight push of your weight. Much to his dismay, he never gets the chance to return that kiss. It is chaste, and quick, but it takes everything in his power to not drag you back when you hastily pull away.

He is dazed as he stares at your flushed expression, almost flustered by your own actions. Biting onto your lower lip, you take a step back. In response, the redhead reaches a hand out, only missing you by a few inches. "Prefect," He breathes out, eyes widening as you back away even more.

In the moonlight, Riddle looks more of a monster than he did human. The eyeshadow that compliments his eyes makes him appear more ghastly, but all it did was make your heart race even faster.

"Prefect, come back." He muttered, eyeing you dangerously.

He looked hungry.

There was a certain glint in his eyes that urged you to flee. Much like the trickster you were, you loved giving chase. With your heart pounding in your chest, you turned on your heel as you wrung your cape-like sheet around your neck. All you could hear was the sound of your heart pounding and your feet digging into the grass, unwilling to look back to see Riddle approaching with calm footsteps.

"Prefect!"

You run past the white roses and turn a corner into Heartslabyul's labyrinth. For all the instances you have already gotten lost trying to paint the roses for Unbirthday Parties, perhaps you had already grown familiar with each dead end and entrance you could find. A part of you wants to be caught, but another side of you does not want to find out the consequences of such. Maybe you can avoid encountering Riddle, and this entire trick could be forgotten overnight.

"Do you think you can hide from me, in my own maze?" Your breath hitches as the wind carries the whisper, and you soon grow paranoid with every footstep you make. Riddle is not Leona who can simply rely on animal instinct, but seeking and capturing was not his worst activity either.

The cries of the birds and the fluttering of their wings serve you no help, as it only seems to bring Riddle closer and closer to you. You swear you have seen your own footsteps already, much to your horror once you turn another corner. You have been here, there, and there already. Everywhere you looked, it was almost the same and the last thing you wanted to do was look behind you.

Everything comes to a halt when you turn a corner for the last time, only to meet a dead end. Surely, it shouldn't have been. You have made the correct number of left turns and right turns, you could have found your wait out!

"You turned right too early, Prefect." You freeze, whipping your head around to see Riddle approaching you with a cold smirk. He does not miss the way you gulp, all the more amused by your missing bravado. "Even if you didn't, I would have found you no matter what." You are taking a step back for every foot forward that he made, but it does not dismiss the inevitable end of this story.

The rustling of the bushes signals the end of your failed escape, back against the foliage. Roses, it is roses that intoxicates your senses, not Riddle who has suddenly come so close. His boot in-between your two feet, the redhead leans towards you with a warm breath. "I hope you enjoyed running. I did enjoy running after you." You are only speechless as Riddle smirks again, taking his gloved hand to tilt your chin upwards. "You've ran further than I anticipated. It's only a shame that I know this maze like the back of my hand."

"Riddle, my apologies." He could only raise a brow at your meek apology, shaking his head at your small tone. For someone who stood at his height, he has never felt taller when examining how suddenly shy you were. "For what? I took no offense, not when it was you who granted me such a sweet trick." This time, you are taken aback as Riddle cages you in, pressing your wrists gently against the bushes.

You could see through his bravado, knowing that there is still that part of him that appears hesitant. "I suppose that I did have a sweet treat for you after all." His gaze softens, as if asking permission. He does not even close in the gap, remaining at a distance even as his gentle grip on your wrists tightens ever so slightly with yearning.

"Will you allow me to indulge you?"

It is entirely impulse when you dove forward, pressing your lips against his once more. Just as you have done before, it is you holding the reigns. Your eyes are shut as you meld your lips onto his own, mixing in the faint flavor of cherry and sweets onto his tongue. Perhaps it is the moonlight tricking you into such bold actions, or the haziness of Halloween night that has transformed you into anything but the polite Ramshackle prefect.

If anything, it seems to have transformed Riddle as well.

You could only let out a muffled moan as his arm shifts down to your lower middle, tugging your waist close for an even deeper kiss. Riddle gasps momentarily for air before diving in himself, being the only to push you further and further into the foliage. Had it not been for his other arm keeping your form secure, you are certain that he would have pushed you onto the ground. There is more of Riddle on you now, and you keep looking for more and more as your hands snake up his neck and onto his hair.

He is sweet. He is even sweeter as he drunkenly swipes his tongue onto your lower lip, a crude way of asking permission. And yet, you oblige, allowing to explore your cavern greedily. To think Riddle would act so hungrily, almost unbecoming of a gentleman as he pushes and prods at you. You think that you are going to die like this— die running out of air because there is no part of you that wants to pull away.

Thankfully, your companion has the willpower to entangle his hands onto your hair and pull you away ever so slightly. He sucks in a shaky gasp, and you can see that intoxicated look on his face, in spite of all the sugar you gathered from his breath. There is nothing left in this maze, save for your shared breaths and the heat radiating from your cheeks.

Riddle stares at your hazed expression, never truly satisfied. You seem to share the same sentiment as your trembling hands crept up to his collar.

"A fair treat for the sweetest of roses."

the luke debt collector came and held a gun on my head.

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