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shotomyheart · 2 years

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hi!

applications are open for the treehouse network server! we're a small, introvert friendly server that's remained active for almost 8 months now.

🌸 I ID check

🌸 the space isn't intensely modded, providing psychological safety to the people who come here.

🌸 we don't kick for inactivity, so people come and go as they please

🌸 we do skew a little older, so while there are some people who were in before this, I'm now only accepting applications from those who are 20 years old or older.

If you're interested in applying, send an ask to @treehouse-network and I will DM you from my main, @vagabondings(formerly katsupeach)

#spilt.tea #a chill server

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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GOOGLE SEARCH: can anyone love?

ushijima x reader

synopsis: ushijima has some questions for google

warnings: angst

note: a little writing challenge: drabble under 200 words @doinmybesthere

edit: i wrote another drabble that takes place during “am i in love” paragraph right here it’s fluff but hurts more when paired with this story

wc: 139

No one taught Ushijima how to love.

GOOGLE SEARCH: what is romantic love?

How to care for someone, be reliable in a new way. His parents showed him a broken version, he can’t trust that. He worries he’s subconsciously learned it anyway.

GOOGLE SEARCH: am i in love?

But he can still feel it. The heart rush, the unfocused mind. He’s not sick, he’s already checked. Twice.

GOOGLE SEARCH: how to confess my love?

He knows he loves volleyball. And in many ways, love for you feels the same. The yearning for more. The feeling of being right where he should be. The feeling that he belongs.

GOOGLE SEARCH: how to cure a broken heart?

And just like volleyball, he can lose. And he does. And he’s not so sure what to do now.

GOOGLE SEARCH: can i be loved?

#daydreaming.again

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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learning a new language (then forgetting)

oikawa tooru x gn reader

synopsis: no matter how much you love each other, your love languages don’t match

genre: angst <\3

wc: 619

warnings: no happy ending, personality specifics of reader, dumb amount of italics, no wrong party: just not a good match :(

note: this is... much more personal than it should be

When it’s good, it’s good.

You fell for his independence. The way he traveled to a new country, new culture, new life, all for his dreams, made him irresistible.

The way he first greets you, his smile bright, his eyes; unclear. He was tempting. A tempting mystery. The new boy in town. Oikawa Tooru.

Your relationship fell into each other’s arms. A perfect match of laughs, intimacy, and understanding. He held you tight. Too tight, but maybe you just need to adjust.

He showers you in jewels. Crystals shine bright against the spotlight, is what he had said. You don’t want to be in the spotlight. But sacrifices are necessary.

He takes care of you. You never have to worry about finances, what to wear, or needing anything. It’s refreshing, to an extent. It’s always good to have a backup, someone who’s willing to help when you struggle. You’re not struggling, however. He paid your rent, anyway. As well as most of your formal wear. And your groceries. He hasn’t moved in yet.

The quiet moments are your favorite. When the sun streams through the window, dancing across your skin to his. Maybe you’re talking, maybe you’re not, either way is pleasant. He kisses you lightly wherever you are nearest: top of your head, stretch, your ear, glance, your forehead, fall, your lips. He holds you tighter.

He drowns you in compliments, to anyone and everyone. Despite your wide eyes and tight grip on his hand, he continues to boast about you. It’s sweet, really. He loves you so much, he just wants the world to know it. You don’t care about what other’s know about. As long as he knows you love him, that’s all that matters.

You love him. He loves you. That should be enough.

——

“Are you embarrassed of me, or something?” His voice is straining against a yell, but he knows you hate that, he’s trying.

“Of course not. I just don’t think strangers need to know about our relationship.” You want this to work. You’re trying.

“I just want to show you off,” Tooru rubs his forehead, a headache is coming, you know. You know him so well. Which is why this conversation is pointless, because you already know what he’s going to say.

“I’m a person, Tooru, not a medal.”

——

“Please!” He’s crying. Of course he’s crying. And of course he is one of the few people you can’t stand to see crying. You match his eyes, much to his surprise.

“You’re not understanding me,” your voice is void of emotion, despite the salty tears dropping on your lips.

He can see your emotion, but he never hears it.

“Then make me understand,” he’s shaking as he holds your hands close to his heart. You don’t look.

“I just want you,” you push your head into his chest. Diving into his familiar comfort.

“You have me, I’d give you the world, if you’d just let me,” Tooru whispers in your ear, a chill travels through your body.

You take a deep breath, then separate from him. “If I wanted the world, I could take it,” your heartbeat blocks your thoughts, you can only say the truth. “I want to be with you,” your eyes meet, “I really, really do.” You take a deep breath, “I want to be with you, not be a part of you.”

He still doesn’t understand. It’s obvious, the way his mouth is slightly agape, eyes searching for hints across your face. He doesn’t understand.

You sigh.

“You want something, I can’t give.”

——

You fell for his independence. When your name began attaching to his, you lost yourself. You love him. But you respect yourself more.

You feel as heartless as he sees you.

#daydreaming.again

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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Happy one year to this blog!! (Technically yesterday but whoops) imma reblog a few of my faves for celebration using the tag: daydreaming.again

Thank you for all that have stuck around!! I hope youll enjoy my content this next year too

#happy 1 year #to me :))

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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learning a new language (then forgetting)

oikawa tooru x gn reader

synopsis: no matter how much you love each other, your love languages don’t match

genre: angst <\3

wc: 619

warnings: no happy ending, personality specifics of reader, dumb amount of italics, no wrong party: just not a good match :(

note: this is... much more personal than it should be

When it’s good, it’s good.

You fell for his independence. The way he traveled to a new country, new culture, new life, all for his dreams, made him irresistible.

The way he first greets you, his smile bright, his eyes; unclear. He was tempting. A tempting mystery. The new boy in town. Oikawa Tooru.

Your relationship fell into each other’s arms. A perfect match of laughs, intimacy, and understanding. He held you tight. Too tight, but maybe you just need to adjust.

He showers you in jewels. Crystals shine bright against the spotlight, is what he had said. You don’t want to be in the spotlight. But sacrifices are necessary.

He takes care of you. You never have to worry about finances, what to wear, or needing anything. It’s refreshing, to an extent. It’s always good to have a backup, someone who’s willing to help when you struggle. You’re not struggling, however. He paid your rent, anyway. As well as most of your formal wear. And your groceries. He hasn’t moved in yet.

The quiet moments are your favorite. When the sun streams through the window, dancing across your skin to his. Maybe you’re talking, maybe you’re not, either way is pleasant. He kisses you lightly wherever you are nearest: top of your head, stretch, your ear, glance, your forehead, fall, your lips. He holds you tighter.

He drowns you in compliments, to anyone and everyone. Despite your wide eyes and tight grip on his hand, he continues to boast about you. It’s sweet, really. He loves you so much, he just wants the world to know it. You don’t care about what other’s know about. As long as he knows you love him, that’s all that matters.

You love him. He loves you. That should be enough.

——

“Are you embarrassed of me, or something?” His voice is straining against a yell, but he knows you hate that, he’s trying.

“Of course not. I just don’t think strangers need to know about our relationship.” You want this to work. You’re trying.

“I just want to show you off,” Tooru rubs his forehead, a headache is coming, you know. You know him so well. Which is why this conversation is pointless, because you already know what he’s going to say.

“I’m a person, Tooru, not a medal.”

——

“Please!” He’s crying. Of course he’s crying. And of course he is one of the few people you can’t stand to see crying. You match his eyes, much to his surprise.

“You’re not understanding me,” your voice is void of emotion, despite the salty tears dropping on your lips.

He can see your emotion, but he never hears it.

“Then make me understand,” he’s shaking as he holds your hands close to his heart. You don’t look.

“I just want you,” you push your head into his chest. Diving into his familiar comfort.

“You have me, I’d give you the world, if you’d just let me,” Tooru whispers in your ear, a chill travels through your body.

You take a deep breath, then separate from him. “If I wanted the world, I could take it,” your heartbeat blocks your thoughts, you can only say the truth. “I want to be with you,” your eyes meet, “I really, really do.” You take a deep breath, “I want to be with you, not be a part of you.”

He still doesn’t understand. It’s obvious, the way his mouth is slightly agape, eyes searching for hints across your face. He doesn’t understand.

You sigh.

“You want something, I can’t give.”

——

You fell for his independence. When your name began attaching to his, you lost yourself. You love him. But you respect yourself more.

You feel as heartless as he sees you.

#daydreaming.again

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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learning a new language (then forgetting)

oikawa tooru x gn reader

synopsis: no matter how much you love each other, your love languages don’t match

genre: angst <\3

wc: 619

warnings: no happy ending, personality specifics of reader, dumb amount of italics, no wrong party: just not a good match :(

note: this is... much more personal than it should be

When it’s good, it’s good.

You fell for his independence. The way he traveled to a new country, new culture, new life, all for his dreams, made him irresistible.

The way he first greets you, his smile bright, his eyes; unclear. He was tempting. A tempting mystery. The new boy in town. Oikawa Tooru.

Your relationship fell into each other’s arms. A perfect match of laughs, intimacy, and understanding. He held you tight. Too tight, but maybe you just need to adjust.

He showers you in jewels. Crystals shine bright against the spotlight, is what he had said. You don’t want to be in the spotlight. But sacrifices are necessary.

He takes care of you. You never have to worry about finances, what to wear, or needing anything. It’s refreshing, to an extent. It’s always good to have a backup, someone who’s willing to help when you struggle. You’re not struggling, however. He paid your rent, anyway. As well as most of your formal wear. And your groceries. He hasn’t moved in yet.

The quiet moments are your favorite. When the sun streams through the window, dancing across your skin to his. Maybe you’re talking, maybe you’re not, either way is pleasant. He kisses you lightly wherever you are nearest: top of your head, stretch, your ear, glance, your forehead, fall, your lips. He holds you tighter.

He drowns you in compliments, to anyone and everyone. Despite your wide eyes and tight grip on his hand, he continues to boast about you. It’s sweet, really. He loves you so much, he just wants the world to know it. You don’t care about what other’s know about. As long as he knows you love him, that’s all that matters.

You love him. He loves you. That should be enough.

——

“Are you embarrassed of me, or something?” His voice is straining against a yell, but he knows you hate that, he’s trying.

“Of course not. I just don’t think strangers need to know about our relationship.” You want this to work. You’re trying.

“I just want to show you off,” Tooru rubs his forehead, a headache is coming, you know. You know him so well. Which is why this conversation is pointless, because you already know what he’s going to say.

“I’m a person, Tooru, not a medal.”

——

“Please!” He’s crying. Of course he’s crying. And of course he is one of the few people you can’t stand to see crying. You match his eyes, much to his surprise.

“You’re not understanding me,” your voice is void of emotion, despite the salty tears dropping on your lips.

He can see your emotion, but he never hears it.

“Then make me understand,” he’s shaking as he holds your hands close to his heart. You don’t look.

“I just want you,” you push your head into his chest. Diving into his familiar comfort.

“You have me, I’d give you the world, if you’d just let me,” Tooru whispers in your ear, a chill travels through your body.

You take a deep breath, then separate from him. “If I wanted the world, I could take it,” your heartbeat blocks your thoughts, you can only say the truth. “I want to be with you,” your eyes meet, “I really, really do.” You take a deep breath, “I want to be with you, not be a part of you.”

He still doesn’t understand. It’s obvious, the way his mouth is slightly agape, eyes searching for hints across your face. He doesn’t understand.

You sigh.

“You want something, I can’t give.”

——

You fell for his independence. When your name began attaching to his, you lost yourself. You love him. But you respect yourself more.

You feel as heartless as he sees you.

#daydreaming.again

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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learning a new language (then forgetting)

oikawa tooru x gn reader

synopsis: no matter how much you love each other, your love languages don’t match

genre: angst <\3

wc: 619

warnings: no happy ending, personality specifics of reader, dumb amount of italics, no wrong party: just not a good match :(

note: this is... much more personal than it should be

When it’s good, it’s good.

You fell for his independence. The way he traveled to a new country, new culture, new life, all for his dreams, made him irresistible.

The way he first greets you, his smile bright, his eyes; unclear. He was tempting. A tempting mystery. The new boy in town. Oikawa Tooru.

Your relationship fell into each other’s arms. A perfect match of laughs, intimacy, and understanding. He held you tight. Too tight, but maybe you just need to adjust.

He showers you in jewels. Crystals shine bright against the spotlight, is what he had said. You don’t want to be in the spotlight. But sacrifices are necessary.

He takes care of you. You never have to worry about finances, what to wear, or needing anything. It’s refreshing, to an extent. It’s always good to have a backup, someone who’s willing to help when you struggle. You’re not struggling, however. He paid your rent, anyway. As well as most of your formal wear. And your groceries. He hasn’t moved in yet.

The quiet moments are your favorite. When the sun streams through the window, dancing across your skin to his. Maybe you’re talking, maybe you’re not, either way is pleasant. He kisses you lightly wherever you are nearest: top of your head, stretch, your ear, glance, your forehead, fall, your lips. He holds you tighter.

He drowns you in compliments, to anyone and everyone. Despite your wide eyes and tight grip on his hand, he continues to boast about you. It’s sweet, really. He loves you so much, he just wants the world to know it. You don’t care about what other’s know about. As long as he knows you love him, that’s all that matters.

You love him. He loves you. That should be enough.

——

“Are you embarrassed of me, or something?” His voice is straining against a yell, but he knows you hate that, he’s trying.

“Of course not. I just don’t think strangers need to know about our relationship.” You want this to work. You’re trying.

“I just want to show you off,” Tooru rubs his forehead, a headache is coming, you know. You know him so well. Which is why this conversation is pointless, because you already know what he’s going to say.

“I’m a person, Tooru, not a medal.”

——

“Please!” He’s crying. Of course he’s crying. And of course he is one of the few people you can’t stand to see crying. You match his eyes, much to his surprise.

“You’re not understanding me,” your voice is void of emotion, despite the salty tears dropping on your lips.

He can see your emotion, but he never hears it.

“Then make me understand,” he’s shaking as he holds your hands close to his heart. You don’t look.

“I just want you,” you push your head into his chest. Diving into his familiar comfort.

“You have me, I’d give you the world, if you’d just let me,” Tooru whispers in your ear, a chill travels through your body.

You take a deep breath, then separate from him. “If I wanted the world, I could take it,” your heartbeat blocks your thoughts, you can only say the truth. “I want to be with you,” your eyes meet, “I really, really do.” You take a deep breath, “I want to be with you, not be a part of you.”

He still doesn’t understand. It’s obvious, the way his mouth is slightly agape, eyes searching for hints across your face. He doesn’t understand.

You sigh.

“You want something, I can’t give.”

——

You fell for his independence. When your name began attaching to his, you lost yourself. You love him. But you respect yourself more.

You feel as heartless as he sees you.

#daydreaming.again

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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learning a new language (then forgetting)

oikawa tooru x gn reader

synopsis: no matter how much you love each other, your love languages don’t match

genre: angst <\3

wc: 619

warnings: no happy ending, personality specifics of reader, dumb amount of italics, no wrong party: just not a good match :(

note: this is... much more personal than it should be

When it’s good, it’s good.

You fell for his independence. The way he traveled to a new country, new culture, new life, all for his dreams, made him irresistible.

The way he first greets you, his smile bright, his eyes; unclear. He was tempting. A tempting mystery. The new boy in town. Oikawa Tooru.

Your relationship fell into each other’s arms. A perfect match of laughs, intimacy, and understanding. He held you tight. Too tight, but maybe you just need to adjust.

He showers you in jewels. Crystals shine bright against the spotlight, is what he had said. You don’t want to be in the spotlight. But sacrifices are necessary.

He takes care of you. You never have to worry about finances, what to wear, or needing anything. It’s refreshing, to an extent. It’s always good to have a backup, someone who’s willing to help when you struggle. You’re not struggling, however. He paid your rent, anyway. As well as most of your formal wear. And your groceries. He hasn’t moved in yet.

The quiet moments are your favorite. When the sun streams through the window, dancing across your skin to his. Maybe you’re talking, maybe you’re not, either way is pleasant. He kisses you lightly wherever you are nearest: top of your head, stretch, your ear, glance, your forehead, fall, your lips. He holds you tighter.

He drowns you in compliments, to anyone and everyone. Despite your wide eyes and tight grip on his hand, he continues to boast about you. It’s sweet, really. He loves you so much, he just wants the world to know it. You don’t care about what other’s know about. As long as he knows you love him, that’s all that matters.

You love him. He loves you. That should be enough.

——

“Are you embarrassed of me, or something?” His voice is straining against a yell, but he knows you hate that, he’s trying.

“Of course not. I just don’t think strangers need to know about our relationship.” You want this to work. You’re trying.

“I just want to show you off,” Tooru rubs his forehead, a headache is coming, you know. You know him so well. Which is why this conversation is pointless, because you already know what he’s going to say.

“I’m a person, Tooru, not a medal.”

——

“Please!” He’s crying. Of course he’s crying. And of course he is one of the few people you can’t stand to see crying. You match his eyes, much to his surprise.

“You’re not understanding me,” your voice is void of emotion, despite the salty tears dropping on your lips.

He can see your emotion, but he never hears it.

“Then make me understand,” he’s shaking as he holds your hands close to his heart. You don’t look.

“I just want you,” you push your head into his chest. Diving into his familiar comfort.

“You have me, I’d give you the world, if you’d just let me,” Tooru whispers in your ear, a chill travels through your body.

You take a deep breath, then separate from him. “If I wanted the world, I could take it,” your heartbeat blocks your thoughts, you can only say the truth. “I want to be with you,” your eyes meet, “I really, really do.” You take a deep breath, “I want to be with you, not be a part of you.”

He still doesn’t understand. It’s obvious, the way his mouth is slightly agape, eyes searching for hints across your face. He doesn’t understand.

You sigh.

“You want something, I can’t give.”

——

You fell for his independence. When your name began attaching to his, you lost yourself. You love him. But you respect yourself more.

You feel as heartless as he sees you.

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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bf!shigaraki hcs + drabble

shigaraki tomura x gn reader

note: happy valentine’s day :)

★ Once he falls in love, he often takes naps on you, whether it be your shoulder, arm, lap, he’ll see the opportunity and take it —only if no one’s around to see it

★ He snores, but it’s mostly quiet

★ He was pro playstation before dabi came along with xbox

★ If you’re ever unsure what to gift him, sweatshirts are always acceptable

★ Shiggy never thinks of you as dating. He’d never think of something so temporary with you. No, he considers you his forever, however long that may last.

★ Shiggy is not a romantic, we know this, but there are a few odd intimacies that make your relationship special:

★ ie. Whenever you put on chapstick you always insist on doing the same for him at home. It’s rare for the two of you to be out at the same time. The first time you do, it was a nice opportunity where you were allowed to tag along. Nonchalantly you put on some chapstick when a bit of wind blows. Shigaraki notices the action and discreetly nudges you to put it on his lips, just like how you would at home. He carries a small blush, but that could just be the wind.

★ If you’re into astrology: after a long time of being together, he asks you before a big mission if there’s a mercury retrograde going on bc he’s not taking any chances

★ He likes you reading to him. He doesn’t actually listen to you though, sorry. He just likes your voice, and the inflictions you use for different characters entertain him

bonus drabble!

Shigaraki prefers fingerless gloves to mittens, ofc, he’d never hide away his source of protection. His hands are like guns; he just doesn’t like to keep the safety on.

Anyway, then you come along and he falls in love bc ofc, and for winter you either knit him a pair of mittens with special yarn or steal one from a store that was quirk resistant. Now he’s in a dilemma, guns or you?

In the end, he chooses to wear your mittens bc he’d do anything for you.

However, the first time he slips them on, he is horrified how much he likes it. He’s never felt such a feeling—a feeling of warmth and wholeness. It’s like a hug for his hands. You knit/stole this for him? Before he could ask to reaffirm what he knows— but doesn’t quite believe, something even better happens. You catch his hand in a swing and a hum, slightly tugging him out the door. He follows you. He’ll follow you anywhere you desire.

Okay now imagine shiggy with a full winter coat, hat with a pompom, mittens, and a scowl 🥰💀

#daydreaming.again #last reblog #probs #lol

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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bf!shigaraki hcs + drabble

shigaraki tomura x gn reader

note: happy valentine’s day :)

★ Once he falls in love, he often takes naps on you, whether it be your shoulder, arm, lap, he’ll see the opportunity and take it —only if no one’s around to see it

★ He snores, but it’s mostly quiet

★ He was pro playstation before dabi came along with xbox

★ If you’re ever unsure what to gift him, sweatshirts are always acceptable

★ Shiggy never thinks of you as dating. He’d never think of something so temporary with you. No, he considers you his forever, however long that may last.

★ Shiggy is not a romantic, we know this, but there are a few odd intimacies that make your relationship special:

★ ie. Whenever you put on chapstick you always insist on doing the same for him at home. It’s rare for the two of you to be out at the same time. The first time you do, it was a nice opportunity where you were allowed to tag along. Nonchalantly you put on some chapstick when a bit of wind blows. Shigaraki notices the action and discreetly nudges you to put it on his lips, just like how you would at home. He carries a small blush, but that could just be the wind.

★ If you’re into astrology: after a long time of being together, he asks you before a big mission if there’s a mercury retrograde going on bc he’s not taking any chances

★ He likes you reading to him. He doesn’t actually listen to you though, sorry. He just likes your voice, and the inflictions you use for different characters entertain him

bonus drabble!

Shigaraki prefers fingerless gloves to mittens, ofc, he’d never hide away his source of protection. His hands are like guns; he just doesn’t like to keep the safety on.

Anyway, then you come along and he falls in love bc ofc, and for winter you either knit him a pair of mittens with special yarn or steal one from a store that was quirk resistant. Now he’s in a dilemma, guns or you?

In the end, he chooses to wear your mittens bc he’d do anything for you.

However, the first time he slips them on, he is horrified how much he likes it. He’s never felt such a feeling—a feeling of warmth and wholeness. It’s like a hug for his hands. You knit/stole this for him? Before he could ask to reaffirm what he knows but doesn’t quite believe, something even better happens. You catch his hand in a swing and a hum, slightly tugging him out the door. He follows you. He’ll follow you anywhere you desire.

Okay now imagine shiggy with a full winter coat, hat with a pompom, mittens, and a scowl 🥰💀

#daydreaming.again

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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bf!shigaraki hcs + drabble

shigaraki tomura x gn reader

note: happy valentine’s day :)

★ Once he falls in love, he often takes naps on you, whether it be your shoulder, arm, lap, he’ll see the opportunity and take it —only if no one’s around to see it

★ He snores, but it’s mostly quiet

★ He was pro playstation before dabi came along with xbox

★ If you’re ever unsure what to gift him, sweatshirts are always acceptable

★ Shiggy never thinks of you as dating. He’d never think of something so temporary with you. No, he considers you his forever, however long that may last.

★ Shiggy is not a romantic, we know this, but there are a few odd intimacies that make your relationship special:

★ ie. Whenever you put on chapstick you always insist on doing the same for him at home. It’s rare for the two of you to be out at the same time. The first time you do, it was a nice opportunity where you were allowed to tag along. Nonchalantly you put on some chapstick when a bit of wind blows. Shigaraki notices the action and discreetly nudges you to put it on his lips, just like how you would at home. He carries a small blush, but that could just be the wind.

★ If you’re into astrology: after a long time of being together, he asks you before a big mission if there’s a mercury retrograde going on bc he’s not taking any chances

★ He likes you reading to him. He doesn’t actually listen to you though, sorry. He just likes your voice, and the inflictions you use for different characters entertain him

bonus drabble!

Shigaraki prefers fingerless gloves to mittens, ofc, he’d never hide away his source of protection. His hands are like guns; he just doesn’t like to keep the safety on.

Anyway, then you come along and he falls in love bc ofc, and for winter you either knit him a pair of mittens with special yarn or steal one from a store that was quirk resistant. Now he’s in a dilemma, guns or you?

In the end, he chooses to wear your mittens bc he’d do anything for you.

However, the first time he slips them on, he is horrified how much he likes it. He’s never felt such a feeling—a feeling of warmth and wholeness. It’s like a hug for his hands. You knit/stole this for him? Before he could ask to reaffirm what he knows— but doesn’t quite believe, something even better happens. You catch his hand in a swing and a hum, slightly tugging him out the door. He follows you. He’ll follow you anywhere you desire.

Okay now imagine shiggy with a full winter coat, hat with a pompom, mittens, and a scowl 🥰💀

#daydreaming.again

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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bf!shigaraki hcs + drabble

shigaraki tomura x gn reader

note: happy valentine’s day :)

★ Once he falls in love, he often takes naps on you, whether it be your shoulder, arm, lap, he’ll see the opportunity and take it —only if no one’s around to see it

★ He snores, but it’s mostly quiet

★ He was pro playstation before dabi came along with xbox

★ If you’re ever unsure what to gift him, sweatshirts are always acceptable

★ Shiggy never thinks of you as dating. He’d never think of something so temporary with you. No, he considers you his forever, however long that may last.

★ Shiggy is not a romantic, we know this, but there are a few odd intimacies that make your relationship special:

★ ie. Whenever you put on chapstick you always insist on doing the same for him at home. It’s rare for the two of you to be out at the same time. The first time you do, it was a nice opportunity where you were allowed to tag along. Nonchalantly you put on some chapstick when a bit of wind blows. Shigaraki notices the action and discreetly nudges you to put it on his lips, just like how you would at home. He carries a small blush, but that could just be the wind.

★ If you’re into astrology: after a long time of being together, he asks you before a big mission if there’s a mercury retrograde going on bc he’s not taking any chances

★ He likes you reading to him. He doesn’t actually listen to you though, sorry. He just likes your voice, and the inflictions you use for different characters entertain him

bonus drabble!

Shigaraki prefers fingerless gloves to mittens, ofc, he’d never hide away his source of protection. His hands are like guns; he just doesn’t like to keep the safety on.

Anyway, then you come along and he falls in love bc ofc, and for winter you either knit him a pair of mittens with special yarn or steal one from a store that was quirk resistant. Now he’s in a dilemma, guns or you?

In the end, he chooses to wear your mittens bc he’d do anything for you.

However, the first time he slips them on, he is horrified how much he likes it. He’s never felt such a feeling—a feeling of warmth and wholeness. It’s like a hug for his hands. You knit/stole this for him? Before he could ask to reaffirm what he knows— but doesn’t quite believe, something even better happens. You catch his hand in a swing and a hum, slightly tugging him out the door. He follows you. He’ll follow you anywhere you desire. He’ll just grumble while he does <3

Okay now imagine shiggy with a full winter coat, hat with a pompom, mittens, and a scowl 🥰💀

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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friends to lovers hcs

oikawa x fem reader

warnings: she/her pronouns, one vague mention of throwing up

★ This man loves attention from everyone, and that includes his forbidden crush: you. If you’re in the room, he wants your eyes on him, bc his eyes are certainly on you.

★ He loves to drape his arms around you casually, or if he’s having a bad day he’ll flop his whole body on you. Feel free to scold him, but he’ll feel better if you squeeze back before you shove him off.

★ He’s big on physical affection with everyone. So it’s no question why when you’re in the room he often has to be touching you in some way. Whether it be just hanging off your shoulder, or splaying his legs on top of yours during movie night.

★ After a loss, you picked up the habit of playing with his hair and watching tv with him, it distracts him for a bit and gives him peace. Sometimes you catch him humming when you scratch his scalp right, like a purring cat. You give him massages or make little braids, he doesn’t care as long as it’s you. But also, you never want to leave him when he’s sad, so you usually fall asleep on the couch, with your hands in his hair. He thinks you’re adorable when you sleep.

★ He tends to greet you with literal open arms, expecting a hug immediately. He sways when he hugs you, but not for too long.

★ If there’s a concert or an amusement park in town, you are always his first choice. He really likes candied apples and he’s obnoxious on rollercoasters. He’s definitely afraid of them, but if you show interest he’ll do every ride to show off to you. Once, he went on a large dipped rollercoaster and after he got off, he immediately threw up into the trashcan. It’s okay though, he liked how you babied him after.

★ He has used you as an excuse not to go out with others at parties. You two have a pact that makes you the “reserved girlfriend” and him the “reserved boyfriend” for the night if either of you are being bothered by others.

★ He likes parties because both of you become looser in your actions. Lots of almost kisses and an occasional dance that’s a bit too close for “just friends”. But neither of you mind as you just blame it on the alcohol to excuse your softer touches.

★ He loves to take pictures with you! Some he posts on instagram, others he keeps for himself.

★ If you go through a breakup, he is your number one supporter. He has a barrel of ice cream, tissues, your favorite movies and a classic chick flick you haven’t seen just in case you want some variety, and a pre-made playlist of happy songs to get you out of the mood if needed. Will trash your ex like no tomorrow. Truly, he is the best friend to have in this type of situation. He knows exactly what to say for you to feel validated and generally just feel better.

★ If you make it to best friends before either of you confesses, life is only harder when goodbye kisses on the cheek become a thing. Iwaizumi noticed the first time and questioned it, happily surprised, thinking his friends finally are dating, but eventually he scowls and hits Oikawa in the head for being an idiot after Oikawa tries to justify his actions, “It’s just like kissing my sister goodbye!” Yeah, that was a bit of a downer for you to hear. He doesn’t realize what he implied until later and he calls Iwa at midnight with his overthinking. Iwa hangs up.

★ When you eventually make it to a relationship status (and yes, it will happen, it is written in the stars), it’ll be after a volleyball game when he’s most confident OR a rare occurrence of him showing you his vulnerability during pillow talk. You’ll answer him with a kiss <3

#daydreaming.again

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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Shoto’s first halloween

not canon lol

no warnings, happy shoto

Shoto never had the chance to be a normal kid, that being the case too during Halloween. He heard of the tradition, but never participated in the first place.

Class 1A was horrified when it was clear: it being, he has never tried candy. As class representative, Iida, and closest friend to Shoto; Midoryia, organized a class Halloween celebration, watching horror movies and everyone is to bring their favorite candy to share. The night was a blast to everyone who attended, but it was even more so for Shoto.

Before the movie started, the class circled around Shoto with candy surrounding him, excited to see his reaction. Starting simple, Shoto grabs a piece of chocolate. He didn’t understand why everyone thought it was such a big deal, but as soon as the chocolate goodness melted in his mouth, he understood. No one has seen him with such bliss in his eyes. He didn’t even say anything, simply grabbing more and more. The class was delighted.

Aiwaza... not so much. Because Shoto was determined to eat as much candy as he had missed because of his damn father (he used Endeavor as an excuse but really he just loved candy, his favorite being a chocolate kiss). Aiwaza however knew this wasn’t healthy and cut him off. Shoto abided by his rules...

At least, that’s what Aiwaza thought until one day he caught Shoto hand a piece of chocolate from his pocket to All Might the first day back at school after he was exposed of his weak stature. It was the first time All Might smiled, really smiled since the incident.

Bonus

Shoto was inevitably nicknamed the candy man because whenever he saw someone sad, he’d drop a chocolate kiss on their desk.

#daydreaming.again #birthday reblog

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shotomyheart · 2 years

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life and death

synopsis: the grim reaper, the soul collector, death has a guilty pleasure; life.

shoto x gn reader

genre: fluff

warnings: i don’t ever introduce death as shoto but i imagine him nevertheless

wc: 663

Death finds love in an open garden.

Centuries ago, this garden held only wild flowers and trees, but the town plants each seed delicately, and suddenly it became a forest of life. Its public domain lets anyone wander in, but these days not many do. A couple of older citizens keep up the maintenance, but it has been years since Death has been disturbed when he visits.

Today he finds you, sitting in the middle, taking it all in. You have a sketch book by your side, filled with scribbles and almost-masterpieces; some of people, but mostly flowers and the lives that live amongst them.

You hum with the bees, sway with the leaves, and sigh with the wind. You have become a part of the land you so graciously love, and Death wonders what that is like.

You are as warm as the sunlight when you smile at him; Death. His cool exterior doesn’t falter, but he’s surprised to see you wave him over.

“Enjoying the garden?” You ask, your heart beats the same tune as the Earth, Death notes.

“Yes, I am.” His voice is low and hollow, but you are not deterred. He steps closer, away from the shadows, away from the cover of darkness he knows so well. “This is my favorite place to be.” He pads his way closer to you, but decides to sit on the bench, a few feet away. He doesn’t want to go too close, he’s not sure what would happen. Normally, others don’t even notice his presence, despite that he has met everyone and everything, and he will meet everyone and everything again, when the time is right.

“Me too,” you dreamily sigh as you stand up from the grass. Your shoes are off so you can feel connected with Earth and you don’t bother putting them back on when you move closer to him. You’re just about to sit next to him when a dead flower touching his shoulder catches your eye. You quickly pluck it and twiddle it between your fingers. The color has drained and all signs of life have sunk into the ground.

“Flowers are so delicate,” Death murmurs sadly. “It doesn’t have enough life force to stand a single touch.” You look at him oddly, but remain silent as you pet the petals. They remain as soft as they were alive, albeit more crumbled.

“Have you never held a flower?” Your eyes are blown in curiosity and wonderment. He shakes his head. You hum in thought, once again matching the bees’ songs. You twirl around to find a single wild flower, one that hadn’t been planted so it will not be missed by any of its keepers.

You sit back next to him, he is highly aware of your knees almost touching his. You’re facing him with a smile and you hold out your hand that pinches the stem of the pretty blue plant.

Death raises his eyebrows, “I’ve told you, they will die by my touch.”

You shake your head like he had said something silly, “then don’t touch the flower.” With your other hand, you grab his own that lay on his lap and place it on top of yours. With a strange ease and familiarity, he covers your hand with his. With your hand so small compared to his, he engulfs it so well it looks like he is the one holding the flower. He greedily stares at the illusion, but he knows he can’t hold on too long, or else you will die.

Softly, he lets go, but his smile makes the small head ache you’ve received worth it.

You leave soon after, with a small goodbye, but no promise to see each other again; but you will, he knows and he is happy to wait. Because even though he has lived for longer than human kind, for the first time, he can still feel the warmth of life at the palm of his hands.

#daydreaming.again #for shoto’s bday

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