It Just Makes My Heart Beat ^-^ So Cute

It just makes my heart beat ^-^ so cute

sakusa kiyoomi doesn’t believe that you’re his ‘first love’. he’s never dated anyone before you, never even gotten close to holding hands with another, but still, he would never consider you his ‘first love’.

it nearly broke your heart when he mentioned it, casually bringing it up while making dinner together after announcing your engagement to his teammates. you had genuinely thought he was about to break up with you.

“they were all talking about how great it is that i’m marrying my first love,” he said, “but i think they’re wrong; you’re not my first love.”

you didn’t know how to react, all words had gotten stuck in your throat. hands freezing midair, nearly dropping the wooden spoon you were holding, your eyes shot to him in worry.

“not because you’re not the first person i have ever loved,” he continued, cupping your face with his right hand after letting a fond chuckle leave his lips, “but because you’re the only person i’ll ever love. saying you’re my first love implies someone will come after — but that will never happen.”

his free hand took the spoon that had almost slipped as he brought his lips to yours. the soft, loving smile that graced his lips as you parted reminded you that he’s yours and will always and forever be.

“my only love,” kiyoomi whispered, making you fall in love with him all over again.

Stealing Killua’s turtlenecks

-I have risen from the dead to make this post specifically -i can’t get over how adorable this boy is (in his own right lmao) -bullet points because I am too tired to write an actual one-shot (it’s 2:45 in the morn lmaooooo) -established relationship + aged up

-killua’s shirts look very comfy, be honest here lmao -he wears them all the time except when it’s sweltering hot (like on Whale Island–it’s way too hot there) -just seeing Killua bask in sunlight by the windowsill on a stormy night makes you wonder how comfy his shirts are -when Killua is off to have lunch and train with Gon, you decline -’I’m taking an active rest day today, you guys have fun’ -pfft, the heck is an active rest day? Killua has no clue. He brushes it off in favour of shrugging and bidding you a good day -that’s when you rummage through Killua’s room and find his shirts -they smell nice, like candy and chocolates (but not in a sense to overpower your nose) -it’s a soft smell and reminds you of childhood -killua’s shirts are very soft, you can’t help but flop on his bed and pull up the turtleneck -it’s sooooo soft -no wonder he wears them so often! -if it weren’t for the cool autumn air though, you would be sweating like crazy -it starts to rain outside as you lazily lay in bed -you wonder if Killua and Gon will stay out to train or come back home early -eventually you begin to fall asleep -it’s very cold in Killua’s room since he left the window open, and with the rain pelting outside, a draft causes it to feel like Siberia -but Killua’s turtleneck is warm and soft against your skin, like a warm hug that refuses to let you go -and his scent? Well, it feels like Killua is there with you, even though you know he’s out and about training/having lunch -eventually you fall asleep cuddled in the sheets -it’s too late when you realise the door has opened. Your eyes snap open and the familiar voice of your boyfriend fills your ears -”(Y/n)?” he calls. “I brought you something back for lunch. You’re always hungry, so I thought you’d want some. It’s your favourite.” -usually, you’d burst from your room and race through the halls to tackle Killua in a thank-you hug (just to see him get all blushy and flustered) -today? Well, you’re panicking -if Killua so much as sees you in his shirt, you’ll never hear the end of it -he’ll bully you to death with that stupidly handsome face of his, then make you all embarrassed and -the door opened before you could finish that thought -uh oh, it seems Killua is much too sharp for your groggy mind -he stares at you for a good moment before letting out something between a laugh and a snort -you see the look in his eyes. He’s ready to tease you to death -”Killua, if you’re gonna say anything mean–” -instead, he rips off the sheets and hauls you into his arms -he’s very strong (but so are you) -suddenly he’s burying his face into your shoulder, a cat-like smile on his lips -”You missed me that much? I was only gone for like, five hours.” -his lips are on yours and you swallow back a snarky retort to savour the gentle way he looks into your eyes -gosh, when he looks at you like that, it makes your heart melt

He Did Everything Right (Hangman)

Pairing: Hangman x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: He did everything right this time, but somehow it still wasn't enough.

Warnings: Pure Angst, trauma, accident related trauma, implied though not described significant and traumatic injury, hurt,

Notes: Only read if you feel like having a good cry today.

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“Styx!” Hangman wrenched at the ties holding him into his chute. All motor function and sense of hand-eye coordination was still falling through the sky, and all reason had left him. He was now blindly ripping at straps and bands and buckles without any rhyme or reason. 

He was mindless, frantic. There was one coherent thought going through his mind, and it wasn’t the years in the academy that had drilled calm, cool, and collected into him. It wasn’t the hundreds of simulations and drops he had done in training expressly in the event he ever found himself here. It wasn’t even anything in the F-18 handbook he’d memorized cover to cover.

‘Get to Styx.’

It repeated over and over again in his head. Rising in volume, rising in urgency. 

‘Get to Styx.’

‘Get to Styx.’

The only thought in his mind that wasn’t an incoherent scream. 

‘Get to Styx.’

Five minutes and a few thousand feet ago he’d been free falling through the air while disinterestedly thinking about all of the paperwork this systems malfunction meant he’d have to do. Five minutes and a few thousand feet ago, he was thinking about how long he’d have to sit in this field before a chopper from Top Gun could make it out here. Five minutes and a few thousand feet ago he thought it was odd Styx was waiting so long to pull her chute. 

‘Get to Styx.’

‘Get to Styx.’ 

‘Get to Styx.’

“Styx!” He roared, but still there was no response. 

In the distance, in the field on the other side of the rough, narrow road their plane had crashed on, Jake could see the remnants of a chute. A cloud of fabric billowing lightly in the breeze, daring any wind strong enough to come along and carry it away. There was something dark lying underneath. 

“Styx,” His voice broke at the same time as his bindings. Sheer determination and force of will finally tearing through a thick woven harness and setting him free. 

He stumbled his first few steps. He hadn’t been expecting the straps around his shoulders to give. His fingers couldn’t seem to undo the clip that was bent out of shape, couldn’t seem to free him from the trees and bushes his chute was tangled in. He had been putting his full weight against the straps the whole time, trying like a mad man to break free from their stranglehold. His mind was useless to think of anything else to do, and yet the moment it finally happened he wasn’t expecting it. 

“Styx!” Hangman scrambled to his feet. 

If there was any pain associated with the cuts on his hand from falling down or the deep bruises across his chest from pulling so hard, he didn’t feel it. 

“Styx!” He ran to the road and sent himself hurdling over the wire fence without a second thought. 

If there was any pain associated with the barbs tearing into his skin, he didn’t feel it. 

The parachute fluttered uselessly above her unresponsive body. As useless and in the way now as it had been while she was falling. He tore the fabric out of his way with ease, not bothering to watch as it was buffeted away.

It brought her face into his view, expressionless and sallow where it lay in the sun. 

It brought back a flash of her face, blurry from the distance and speed at which they fell, looking back at him panicking as she pulled a string that just wouldn’t budge.

He brushed the memory away. He couldn’t think about that. He couldn’t think about her. 

He had to think about Lerman, that asshole twit he’d been paired up with in all the field-med training seminars the Navy made him take. He had to picture Lerman playing dead on the ground, walking Jake through triage, faking injuries for him to accurately assess. 

He couldn’t see her. He had to see Lerman. If he wanted to help her, he had to pretend it wasn’t her he was helping. He had to focus. He couldn’t let his emotions get to him, couldn’t let himself have even a moment to see the person he cared about, the woman he loved, lying on the ground like that before him. He had to pretend it was Lerman.

For once in his life, Hangman did everything right. He tied a strap tight over her wounds to stop the bleeding. He performed textbook CPR. When help arrived, he had a description of the accident, an account of her injuries, estimates of timing, of how much blood she’d lost and how long she’d not been breathing. 

He did everything right. For once, he did it all right. No fucking around, no ego, no mistakes. 

The EMTs would praise his response and quick thinking. They’d say she was lucky to have him there. They told him that he did everything right, that he’d done everything they would’ve done. 

They said it was enough, and yet somehow he knew it wasn’t nearly. 

Her eyes peeled open over a week later to him asleep at her bedside. He hadn’t left her for a single moment. Not at his friend’s insistence, his family’s phone calls, his bunkmate’s texts. Not even Coyote had managed to pull him as far as the mess hall. 

He had to be there whenever she woke up. He had to be the one to tell her.

Deep down he knew it wasn’t his fault. He’d been cleared of any wrongdoing in the tragic accident before the plane even hit the ground. It was a fluke they said, a system malfunction that was unavoidable. They said he’d handled it as well, better even, than any other pilot could. They said he’d done everything right. 

He didn’t feel like he’d done everything right. He knew, in his heart, that there was nothing else to do. That he couldn’t have done anything differently. But he felt the weight on his chest, crushing him, suffocating him. He had to be the one to tell her. 

She would live, but she would never fly again. 

She put on a brave face, for his benefit. When the nurses came in and told her she was lucky, told her how gallantly Hangman had performed, she agreed. She told him he did everything right, that she didn’t blame him, that he did what he could. And he saw in her eyes that she meant it, but he saw the sadness in them too.

He made her a promise that day. A promise she didn’t ask for, a promise she asked him not to fulfill, a promise she knew was made for his benefit as much as hers.. 

No one else would ever fly in Hangman’s backseat again.

tsukishima kissing the space behind you ear as he hugs you from behind, soft, tender. you feel the cool metal of his glasses bump your skin, his fingers moving carefully around your waist, big hands engulfing your circumference. when he tucks his head into your neck, you hum, content, as he puts you at ease, letting the moment wash over you, calm and sweet.

Hold on tight to this time, this place cause Everything you know will be erased. You were born inside your head and That is where you'll be when you are dead.

things to do - alex g

Sooooo sweet *-* it makes my teeth rot, but I don’t care. It’s fluffy and it makes me happy

"it's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him"

-

thinking about being in a relationship with bakugou.

although he won't admit it (he'd rather hug deku than tell you he absolutely adores you), he loves it when you praise him.

now, it's not praise in his quirk, or how good of a hero he is.

just... him.

and that's how your entire relationship started.

~

the class had started, and you were sitting in the seat next to him, having been added to the class late due to some issues with enrolment. aizawa-sensei had just ended his lesson, and everyone was mingling about, getting to know each other.

you were talking with denki, who had approached you for the first time with another one of his cheesy pick-up lines.

"if you were words on a page, you'd be some real fine print."

a yellow-haired head popped into your peripheral, and you turned around, confused.

"me?"

he grinned, "who else, sweetheart?"

you stared at him, shocked, before breaking out into a fit of laughter. after you got it out of your system, you turned to him, a grin of your own making its way onto your lips.

"not bad. well, you'd be in bold, now wouldn't you?"

his eyes widened, and he stared at you for a good minute, before he burst out laughing.

"i'm denki," he smiled, stretching a hand out toward you. you took it in your own, shaking, "i'm y/n."

a growl was heard from your left, and you turned to see a spiky-haired boy glaring at the two of you. irritation shown plainly on his face, he scoffed.

"you guys are gross. throwing around half-assed pick-up lines."

you studied him for a moment, taking in the way he slouched in his chair with surprisingly intimidating grace. his hands shoved deep into his pockets, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone. the blazer that seemed to stretch thin around his biceps.

and those eyes.

those ruby-red, captivating eyes.

your eyes met his, and a shock ran through you at his intense gaze.

"your eyes are beautiful" you blurted out.

shit.

those red eyes widened, and his mouth opened just a tad bit- not enough to be noticeable from a distance, but since you were sitting to his literal right, you saw.

"hah?!" recovering fast, he snapped at you. "don't bullshit me!" turning away from you, he dropped his gaze to the papers laid out on his desk.

denki was laughing behind you, saying something about emotions and how he thought the ash-blonde didn't have any.

but your gaze was on his ears- bright red. the only tell that what you'd said had affected him.

looking down at your desk, a small smile played onto your lips.

cute.

~

as time went on, you guys moved from strangers who had just met in class to proper classmates.

the two of you were often paired up to work together since you were sitting side-by-side, and although you barely knew his name, you were glad.

aizawa-sensei had just grouped the two of you up for an assignment, and you'd decided to move to his desk so you guys could work together.

"the hell are you doing here?" he hissed, stopping his writing to shift his gaze to you.

"we needa start this shit," you said simply, gently pushing his papers so you could dump your arms onto his desk. you dropped your head onto them, before looking up and seeing him momentarily stunned.

that didn't last long.

"what the hell are you doing?! move it, dumbass!" he lifted his hand to shove you off the desk, but you ducked out of the way, almost falling off your chair in the process.

"come on blondie," you protested, "we better get going otherwise we're gonna end up failing!"

he glared at you, anger rising.

"don't call me blondie, you extra!"

sighing, you shifted your eyes to his paper, trying to figure out his name. catching sight of the word at the top of the page, you raised your eyebrows.

"bakugou?"

raising your head, you studied him. "bakugou. alright then, blondie."

"tch, whatever."

he went back to continuing his writing, paying no more attention to you. you, however, kept your gaze on him, before dropping it to his page.

the words flowed from his pencil, and you watched his hand flex and fingers tighten every so often as he kept answering the first few questions of the template aizawa-sensei had handed out.

"you have nice hand-writing, bakugou."

his hand came to a sharp stop, the nib screeching slightly. alarmed, you looked up at him, but you saw he was watching you oddly.

his ears were red again.

"the fuck you saying that for, dumbass?"

you grinned, and you met his ruby-red eyes, amusement growing.

"the name's y/n."

~

the school year went on, and eventually you guys progressed from classmates to friends. or at least, that's what you called it.

it's not like bakugou would say that himself, however he didn't make an effort to correct you.

he dropped it overtime.

it was a late afternoon, and aizawa-sensei had created units for realistic hero training. you, unfortunately, had not been paired with a certain blonde-haired boy.

however, you were more than happy to watch him fight.

standing in front of the live stream of the ongoing battle, you watched jirou get cornered by mantis, his blades speeding towards her. shouts rose from both class 1a and class 1b.

"crap, he's gonna get her!" mina's voice rang out from behind you.

however, he didn't.

there was a blur of black in the corner of the screen, and suddenly bakugou blasted his way into view. his foot coming down on her back, he shoved her out of the way, before raising his head to snarl at the fanged "villain."

"as if you'd get someone from my team on my watch."

a loud *BOOM* echoed through the speakers, and the reverberations were heard from the arena itself. An explosion erupted on the screen, blinding you, and when you looked up again you saw mantis lying on the floor with bakugou standing over him.

wow.

the fight ended soon enough, and you waited until class was dismissed to catch up with the explosion boy.

"hey, blondie!"

bakugou turned, his trademark scowl plastered onto his face.

"what do you want, idiot?"

you stopped beside him, before smirking up at him.

"you were good out there."

he whirled towards you, teeth bared. "of course i was good out there! the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

you let out a dramatic sigh, before slinging your arm over his shoulder and yanking his face down towards yours. he let out a snarl of protest, but made no move to pull away from you. you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"i mean~" you sang out teasingly, "you looked out for your teammates. you don't have to tell me you were good out there, blondie. i know you were."

he opened his mouth to butt in, but you silenced him with a finger to his lips. he looked down at it, irritated.

"kicking jirou outta the way was one way to save her ass. but you did."

you lifted your gaze to his, a genuine grin on your face.

"you do care. you've just got your own way of showing it, huh? it's nice, seeing you looking after other people. plus, i'm almost 100% sure you're actually a big softie on the inside."

whatever bakugou was going to say didn't come. he just looked at you, slightly taken aback by everything you'd just said.

realizing that you'd said a way more than you'd intended, you cringed internally, quickly turning to look at where you guys were going rather than him.

oh crap, he's gonna eat me.

instead, he averted his gaze, an arm coming up to cover his face.

"shut up."

surprised, you turn back to him, expecting a sudden blast to your side. but you take in his body language- the way he was covering his face and avoiding your gaze, and don't say anything.

besides, seeing his bright red ears was enough.

~

it was the end of the first year at ua, and class 1a had decided to throw a party to celebrate. the dorms were alive with laughter and movement. sato and momo had decided to team up with a few of the students from class 1b to prepare a variety of different dishes for the occasion. there were activities and other things set-up in order for everyone to enjoy their last day as first years.

however, it was loud.

feeling overwhelmed by the constant noise of the party, you headed outside for some fresh air. going out in the court yard and turning into the garden located in front of the dorms, you inhaled a long breath of fresh air.

this is nice.

"what are you doing out here?"

you stayed where you were leaning against the grill blocking the fountain, knowing who it was without turning around.

"i could say the same to you."

bakugou stepped up beside you, and you looked at him from the corner of your eye.

you'd be lying if you said he didn't look amazing.

he was wearing a deep red suit, the same colour as his eyes, and a black collared shirt. the blazer was closed, tailored to compliment his build. his hands were shoved into his pockets, and you could see the material strain along his biceps.

he looked absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight.

feeling your gaze, he turned to face you. "shouldn't you be inside, enjoying the dumb party?"

"it's loud in there," you replied.

is it just me or is there some favouritism going on with him and the moon?

"mm. i take it you don't like that shit either."

"nah."

the two of you lapsed into silence, staring up at the night sky. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your mind racing, pestering you to tell him tell him tell him. you'd ignored it all year, creating excuses for why not to, but now there was nothing in the way.

it was just you and him.

slowly, you tilted your head up to the stars shining faintly against the midnight sky, not having the courage to face him completely.

"hey bakugou."

he turned to you, concerned. you rarely called him by his first name.

is she alright?

internally cursing yourself for being a coward, you forced yourself to face him. meeting his gaze, you stared at him for a moment, before speaking.

"you're really pretty."

what?

he takes a step back, his arm flying up to cover his face like it did all those months ago. his ears are a burning red, and a flush creeps up on his cheeks.

"you... what?"

taking a step towards him, you say it again.

"you're pretty."

his heart beats hard in his chest, in his ears, in his head. his blood rushes through him at a faster pace than usual. his breaths come out short and sharp.

"you..."

he takes a step forward, then another, and another, until he's standing directly in front of you. he angles his head down to yours, his gaze filled with an emotion you couldn't place.

"do you know what you do to me?"

your heart beats hard in your chest, in your ears, in your head. your blood rushes through you faster than usual. your breaths come out short and sharp.

"what?"

"i said... do you know what you do to me?"

you stay silent, staring at him in complete shock. taking in your frozen state, he reaches for your hand dangling by your side.

his grip is surprisingly gentle yet firm, and his rough hands warm as he guides your own to his chest.

you can feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm.

"every time you say something about me, i get like this. about me. every damn time. and it's been driving me crazy. did you know that?"

at a loss for words, you just stare. at him. at his face. at that mouth.

he notices.

"y/n..."

an explosion surges through your body- that was the first time he called you by your name.

"can i... kiss you?"

you meet his gaze, those ruby-red eyes that grasped your attention not so long ago.

"yes."

it comes out breathless, and bakugou still has enough bravado for a small smirk to make its way onto his lips.

lets see how long it says there.

grabbing his collar, you yank him down towards you, and he catches himself on the railing behind you before he stumbled into you completely.

his mouth is soft against yours, and you feel his hand come up to rest on the small of your back, pressing you closer to him.

definitely a softie.

after what feels like forever, he pulls away from you, sucking in a long breath.

"damn."

you grin, relishing the sight of his flushed cheeks, although you knew yours weren't any better.

"oh, shut up pretty boy."

he tsked, shoving you off him.

"cut it out with that mushy shit."

but he gave you a small smile, however self-satisfied it was.

and in that moment, you couldn't have been more glad of the fact that you had chosen to compliment him all those months ago on your first day of school.

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word count: 2.2k

a/n: ok wOw. this was 11 pages in google docs omg. i hope you guys liked it! i know i did lmao