Giran, You Old Fool, You Better Be Doing Okay.

thank uu kenz for the tag <3

open tags for anyone :)

6 non-selfie photos!!

This is such a cute idea, thank you @aldertreegroves!! 💕

no-pressure tags: @ennabear @cryptidflesh @bionicslaughter @witchyblade @nightcityaliens and anyone else who wants to join!

to me i think your trademark is anything and everything shiggy obviously, but also all the love you show your mutuals and anybody who interacts with you

pretty much just your overall kindness <33

look at him how can u not want to talk abt him constantly hehe ty <33

alright i’m out, time to go honk shoo and deal with kenzie’s emotions tomorrow morning (later today since it’s 3am for me)

goodnight

<33

it’s so nice being fond of people on here :-) like yeah maybe we only know each other in a very limited way but i care abt you guys & hearing abt your lives makes me happy & i like listening to the things u have to say & i really truly wish the best for you all!!! sending my love from a couple states, countries, oceans away

thought abt tomura's happy trail

EEPIC I SEE EPIC OH MY GOD EPIC THE MUSICAL AJNFOASFMPKASFPAKMPD

ANSIFBDJ NO STOP CAUSE I WAS HOPING SOMEBODY BESIDE KENZIE WOULD NOTICE AHH

also i’m pretty sure i follow your @https-bakugo blog (i mayhaps stalked it after seeing you on rue’s page)

can I req a fic with sae, and the reader and rin are friends, and sae doesnt like it and he’s just really mean to the reader even though she didn’t nothing, and rin goes out and sae forces her into his room n then u can do wtv u want >_<

.ᐟ wrong kind of attention

.ᐟ cw: smut mdni, mean!sae, best friend's brother, degrading kinda

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 (𝑜ℎ, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ) - 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑒 𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

You were one of rin’s closest friend. Maybe his only friend but that didn’t matter.

You were at his house at the moment, wearing his jersey because your shirt got wet due to the rain when you and rin were running back home from uni.

What was weird was that rin’s brother was home and he kept giving you these dirty looks. Did he not like you being here? You tried staying away from him, not wanting to get caught up in anything.

“Hey yn, I have some errands to run. I’ll be right back” rin stepped in to tell you. You smiled, waving at him as he left. You were sitting on the couch in front of their abnormally large tv not knowing what to do.

You made your way upstairs, wanting to go into rin’s room to relax but you came face to face with an unwanted presence.

Sae. you looked up at him, expression unreadable, jaw clenched and arms crossed over his chest like he hated you for breathing.

“Why are you here? Rin’s not home” his voice flat and monotonous

You quirked an eyebrow, taking a step back to maintain distance.

“Sorry.. Could you move, please” you said quietly, not wanting to get into it with sae itoshi.

He grabbed your wrist pushing you inside rin’s bedroom. You nearly tripped over your own feet but you grabbed on to the bed before you could fall.

You glared up at sae, whose eyes were dissecting every inch of you, judging you like you’re nothing.

“Why does it matter. I’m not bothering you”

“You are” he stepped closer “your presence alone ticks me off” he hooked a finger under your chin making you look up.

You didn’t know what to say to that. You’d never done anything to him—always polite, always quiet, always careful not to cross whatever invisible line he had drawn in this apartment. And still, every time, Sae looked at you like you were some stain he couldn’t scrub out.

“Rin likes me being here,” you said, softer this time.

Sae’s jaw clenched. “Yeah. I’ve noticed.”

The pads of his fingers came in contact with your chest, pushing you down onto the bed.

“Sae, what’re you doing”

“Trying to find out what rin sees in you” his eyes flickered down to your exposed thigh. Your uniform skirt riding up, exposing the soft skin.

“You’re a dick”

“You haven’t left, yet” was he referring to you leaving the room or the house? Before you knew it, he was leaning down, pressing his lips onto yours.

You should’ve left by now, god, why haven’t you left. Instead, you tilted your head back, giving him better access to your lips. His lips moved against your, they were soft, he tasted like mint. He pulled away, grinning at your dazed expression.

“You like him don’t you?”

“N-no!” what the hell was he on about.

“I see the way you look at him. But don’t worry, i’ll change that” what now?

He straightened his back, unbuckling his belt. Your eyes widened looking at him.

He pulled his hard cock out from his boxers, bringing it close to your face.

“I’m not forcing you to stay here, you could leave” he said, you stared up at him through your lashes, letting his precum drip onto your lips. The salty flavour spreads through your mouth. You leaned up, parting your lips, sticking your tongue out, mouth coming in contact with sae’s sensitive tip.

You wrapped your lips around him, slowly taking him.

“There we go, good” his words went straight to your core, making you press your thighs together. His free hand fisted your hair pushing you all the way down. He groaned at his cock hit the back of your throat.

You clung onto him as he thrusted himself into your mouth at a brutal pace, not leaving any room for oxygen.

Your cries came out muffled, sending the vibrations straight to his dick. Before you knew it, he was filling your mouth up with that salty liquid.

You had held his cum in your mouth, some dripping down your chin and onto your thighs.

“Swallow” he demanded, swiping the cum from your thighs and lips with his middle finger. You painfully swallowed, parting your lips to clean off his finger that he brought up to your mouth.

He leaned down, inspecting your face. You thought he was going to kiss you so you leaned up only for him to push you down onto the bed.

“As if i’d kiss you after you took my dick in your mouth” he scoffed, turning to walk out the door, he stopped right before turning the handle.

“You’re not all that bad.. With your mouth shut” he gave you a cruel smirk before walking out.

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not a lot, just forever // oneshot part three

a/n: the last of the bday oneshots for my favorite trio <3 this one hit a little different for me and i think its because i've never written post war canon-adjacent shigs before so this was really healing <3 happy birthday tomutomu i love you foreverrr

keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki

it’s still so frustratingly embarrassing for tomura; the glances glazing over him by the passersby, being present, taking up space, all of it. despite all of the time that had passed and the constant work in therapy and counseling, nothing was harder than existing.

“i want to go inside,” tomura mutters, his gloved fingers tapping against his outstretched legs. 

it was a bit humid, and the sun was beating down on the two of you, but you knew tomura was itching for a hoodie to hide under. he desperately wanted to be invisible.

“this is nice though, isn’t it?” you sigh in content, leaning your head back and letting the sunlight engulf your face. “i don’t remember the last time i was able to sit in a park like this.”

“it feels too open.”

“does it feel too open or are you just too used to being trapped?” you squint your eyes open, slightly peering over at him next to you on the bench.

he scoffs and kicks your foot with his. you catch the end of his eye roll and take it as an opportunity to scoot in closer, letting your thighs graze together.

“sorry,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder. “i know it’s hard.”

hard wasn’t the word tomura would use to describe his recovery process. he felt lost- as if he had been dumped in the middle of the desert with no sense of direction, and the worst of it all was that it was lonely.

spinner had written his book. dabi was in his family’s care. toga was off in quirk counseling. you were rapidly progressing. he was nothing.

“what do i do now?” he whispers back to you- something that you two often did for a private moment when you caught each other in the hallways of the rehabilitation center.

“we,” you emphasize, looping your arm in tomura’s, “are free to do whatever we want.”

“we…” he slowly repeats, “you know, you don’t have to stick with me anymore,” he half heartedly chuckles, “you can do whatever you want now that we’ve graduated from this bullshit.”

you think back on those late nights at the hideout when you two would be the only ones up. you'd be sitting at the bar, knees to knees, closely leaning into one another, talking in hushed tones, and exchanging light touches as you pass an energy drink back and forth.

you remember those times fondly where you could pretend to be anyone else, but there was always that looming dread in the back of your head during those days.

this won’t last forever.

i can’t get too attached.

i’ll love you for as long as i can.

here you were now, side by side as things turned out wildly different from what you expected- that the next time you’d see tomura would be in the afterlife.

you’ve spent too long shutting down any thought of the future that envisioning it now leads to a scribbled mass of grey in your mind. you couldn’t visualize it. no plan. no expectancies. nothing. you had nothing to be sure of except for the fact that you and tomura were here and alive.

where else would you want to be?

you don’t say anything except for a hm that you breathed out.

tomura’s deep exhale almost nudges you off of his shoulder. you’re half tempted to peer up at his face to gauge his expression, but the fidgety hands in his lap already gives away his feelings as the beat of silence passes.

“you remember what we talked about? all those years ago when we were hiding out at that shitty bar?”

“we talked a lot, babe,” you lightly chuckle, “you’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that.”

“about what we’d do if things were different.” 

“rob a bank and leave japan with new identities?” you joke.

tomura deadpans, “dumbass, i’m talking about the last night that… you know.”

the last night you were you?

“oh that conversation,” you mutter, uncomfortably shifting in your seat, "remind me what we talked about?”

“you don’t remember?” 

truthfully, it would be impossible for you to forget when that conversation was the only thing that got you through the agonizing nights in the hospital room when you thought you had been the only survivor.

“i do, but i like hearing you talk so remind me anyway.”

tomura responds with an annoyed huff, “well if you remember, then i’m not going to repeat it. i just mentioned it because clearly neither of us know what the fuck we’re going to do with our lives after this.”

you unloop your arm from his and sit up, making him snap his attention towards you. it was the first time today that he looked you in the eyes. his cheeks were flushed from the sun- the first sign of life in his face in a long time after the limited outside time allotted from the rehab facility.

“we talked about wanting a quiet life,” you quietly say, reaching your hand up to tuck a tuft of his shaggy hair behind his ear. “not in the country though. you wanted to stay in the city for the convenience, so maybe a nice little apartment. you still want that?”

he slowly nods his head. “think so.”

from his ear, your hand trails down to his jaw and neck, running across old scars from deep scratches.

“and i specifically remember you being so mad at me when i laughed at you when you said you didn’t give a fuck about anything else as long as you could have a dog.”

“still want one,” he mutters.

“and then…” you continue slowly, resting your hand on the rough skin of his neck, “i told you that i was a cat person, but i didn’t care as long as we…”

you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. it had always been an unwritten rule to never talk about the “what ifs” and “what could’ve beens” in the hideout, but you always loved breaking the rules, and tomura loved entertaining your thoughts.

the tips of his ears began to match the blush on his cheeks. 

“keep going,” he barely whispers, keeping his eyes locked on yours- one of the small meaningful things that he had grown to do over the last few years in therapy.

“as long as we could be together. i just wanted to be with you.” you quietly say. “i still do. if that's okay."

a beat of silence passes. a life with you. a dog and maybe a cat. nothing else. no expectations. just you and whatever "normal" life you two could live.

“we should…” he trails off for a moment, thinking of the right words to say, “get married?”

you blink one. twice.

“hah?” you exclaim, recoiling back.

your hand slaps onto the back of the bench to leverage yourself through the motion.

“what?” his face deepens in color “what else are we supposed to fucking do?"

“how did we go from yeah i want to move into an apartment and raise a dog with you to marriage?” you laugh, almost unbelieving.

“i don’t know? just shut up,” he grumbles, “forget i said anything.”

tomura turns his head away from you, looking off in the other direction as he curses at himself. he doesn’t know how to tell you that yes, that’s exactly what he wants too- that existing may be hard, but he wants nothing more than to do it with you.

his face is burning from the embarrassment, but you’re still giggling to yourself and he can’t resist himself from turning back to watch. 

you two have never dared to utter “i love you” to one another before, but in that moment , he felt it on the tip of his tongue and for once, he’s not afraid to let it out.

“i love you, okay?” he says confidently, but his eyes are unable to meet yours until you force them to.

you reach up and hold his face in your hands, bringing him in closely. “i love you,” you lightly run your thumbs across the apples of his cheeks as his eyes dart back and forth between yours, “and we should get married."

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