Dance With Me, He Mumbled Against Your Ear, Hand Coming Up To Wrap Around Your Waist,

“Dance with me”, he mumbled against your ear, hand coming up to wrap around your waist,

“I’m washing these”, you tried to fight off the smile making its way on your face.

“I’ll finish them, just dance with me for a second”, leaning down he pressed a kiss against your neck, turning the water off you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him sway you around the kitchen.

“so why are we dancing?”, threading your hands through his hair you studied his face,

“I have to have a reason to dance with the love of my life?”, leaning in he kissed behind your ear,

“you’re such a sap”, he laughed, bringing your body in closer,

“Only for you”,

“I bet you tell all your mistresses that”, looking at you he rolled his eyes,

“Sh just let me love you”

osamu, iwaizumi, bokuto, sugawara, atsumu, suna

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Song association

Multi character and multi fandom

a/n: this are just songs from my Spotify that I associate with different anime characters idk why. Enjoy?? I guess

Starting off with this BANGER, this one gives me “at a party with your college friends just minding your business you know, drinking, dancing, having a good time” kinda vibes. Then you make eye contact with some random person across the room, it’s accidental and kind of weird honestly but it happens once, twice and thrice. It’s the same person and you keep locking eyes with each other but it’s not on purpose you know? It’s accidental and goofy until they flash a cocky smile and their eyes go up and down, finally stoping in yours and staring for like one minute. I can feel the sexual tension, they can feel the sexual tension, your mom can feel the sexual tension, etc. They leave the room and you’re walking right behind them, they turn back before reaching the next corner to check if you’re following them. You don’t know where they’re leading you to, who they are, or what they want but you’re sure you’re gonna have a good time.

ATSUMU, oikawa, SUGA, itadori, MAI, gojo.

This one gives me band!au vibes, they’re a grumpy/serious bassist or a loud/shameless lead singer. Either way this motherfucker is head over heels for you but not even a gun to the head will make them admit it, they could straight up flirt with you and be all nice and sweet only to play it off as just a friendly gesture. It’s all fun and games until you show up to one of their concerts accompanied, it’s just a friend but they don’t know it and all they can think about is why are they standing so close to you? Don’t they know what personal space is? Yeah fuck I know it’s crowded in here but seriously do they need to be that close to each other? And without a second thought they’re smoothly changing the chords/lyrics of the song their band is currently playing, their eyes on yours and maybe a little nod to let you know that yes, this song is for you and yes, you’re theirs.

IWAIZUMI (bassist), OIKAWA (singer), osamu (guitarist), MEGUMI (bassist)

Uugghh this song. Very sweet, very warm and nice. This is your person, and you know it. Dancing around the kitchen, buying scented candles, going camping, looking at the stars, all that. They’re super cheesy but not extra (except for maybe itadori), they don’t feel the need to impress you they just know you’re so in love with them and they’re so in love with you that even when the both of you are looking like a dirty rat with rabies you’re still the most beautiful human to each other’s eyes. They used to be really insecure until they met you and learned that sometimes, it’s okay if you need a little help from others in order to love yourself. At first they wanted to meet every single one of your expectations, ready to change themselves for you and somehow become “worthy of you”, but later on they realized they didn’t need to do that. Now you’re in a happy, healthy relationship and they’re comfortable with themselves, just like you. This song screams reassurance and pure love to me.

hinata, AKAASHI, inumaki, ITADORI, TODOROKI, midoriya.

They either had an emo phase or just know this song and a few Fall Out Boys ones (like me), but god help them if it doesn’t describe exactly how they feel towards you. Maybe you never even dated, maybe they’ve been crushing on you for the longest time and this is their way of coping with an unrequited love. Now, you have no clue they’re into you (lol) and as soon as this song starts playing in the car you jump in to sing with them, also pouring your heart out. It doesn’t matter if you’re both off key because oh shit your faces are so close and they’re literally telling you they like you and you’re both smiling but neither one is brave enough to make the first move. The song comes to an end and you just sit there looking at each other, out of breath and gaze drifting from eyes to lips, getting closer with every second and when you’re finally about to kiss the car behind you decides to honk at you. You’re both startled and pull away, a little exasperated but you laugh anyways.

oikawa (shameless), KAGEYAMA (clueless), bokuto (clueless), MIDORIYA (shy), akaashi (shy), iwa (shameless)

core memory: part 2

part 1 | fluff, crack | plant trio

cw: a bit of reckless driving, also not proofread lol sorry about that

“…but then she actually enters the garage! was the entire sentient house not enough?!”

nobara rants in exasperation, regarding a horror movie that she’d recently seen with maki as yuuji pulls the car into a parking spot. megumi adds a comment about the movie differing from the novel.

they had just spent a good couple hours at an arcade, playing games, eating at the arcade’s food court, and complaining about the rigged claw machines. this calls for a snack break, yuuji claimed.

“she manages to escape outside, just to go back inside, on the same haunted property.” she scoffs, as the three exit the car and shut the doors.

they make their way through the empty parking lot and enter through the glass doors of a small convenience store, the sound of a bell jingling against the frame. the cashier looks up from his newspaper momentarily to acknowledge them, and returns to reading as they traverse the aisles.

yuuji cheerily waltzes down to the refrigerated area for drinks while nobara disappears down a row of shelves for snacks.

this left megumi, who wasn’t necessarily looking for any specific snacks, to wander down a few randomly categorized shelves near the front of the store, waiting for the other two to finish.

he briefly glances out the window, the sun already setting and painting the rim of the sky with a vibrant mix of orange and purple. building silhouettes were already blanketed by the dark. megumi returns his attention to the colorful selection of sweets and goods before him.

megumi stood examining a brightly packaged bag of chips in one hand and a small box of gummies in the other when he heard,

“get the chips. i’ve tried those gummies before, they’re basically rubber.” nobara peers over megumi’s shoulder.

he almost drops the box in surprise when he spins around to face nobara, who’s arms are currently filled with a variety of chips, baked goods, and all the like.

“are we going to eat all of that?” megumi raises his brow.

nobara shrugs. “well if we don’t, then the rest of it we can save for the dorms.”

megumi puts the box back on the shelf and the two wander to the corner of the store where yuuji was still deciding which drink he wanted.

he handed two drinks to megumi, who actually had free hands, and then took one more bottle out of the fridge. he glances up to the corner of the store and noticed a round mirror displaying their reflections.

yuuji reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. nobara is quick to follow his gaze up to the mirror, and elbows megumi to move in closer to fit in the reflection.

yuuji’s phone flashes as he grins, nobara poorly attempts a peace sign despite her snack-loaded arms, and megumi holds up the drinks, slightly confused.

“did you lose the aux cord?” yuuji quickly glances over at nobara who was shuffling and adjusting herself to check for where the wire disappeared to. his eyes return to the dark road ahead of them.

“i’m pretty sure it was still connected before we- oh wait! found it.” she says as she pulls it from under her shoe and plugs it back into the port.

“y’know, this place is almost a little unsettling when it’s super dark like this.” nobara looks up from her phone in the middle of selecting a song. they were driving through a heavily forested road, the car headlights tearing through the dark.

“we fight curses for a living, kugisaki.” megumi states blatantly from his spot in the back seat.

nobara glares at him in the rearview mirror. “i just said it was unsettling! and i still haven’t stopped thinking about that horror movie from earlier. it’s giving me the same energy.”

“that was a movie.” megumi rolls his eyes. “not like there’s much to jump at us out here.”

“i don’t know,” yuuji chimes in, “it happened to gojo once with that cursed-oh shit!”

almost on cue, a figure speeds in front of their car, and yuuji’s foot slams the breaks.

muffled, unified screaming can be heard from inside the vehicle as the deer in front of them freezes. its glassy eyes make contact with their terrified expressions before it quickly prances off the road and back into the forest.

yuuji’s tight grip on the wheel relaxes as he exhales, and he turns to his friends to make sure they’re okay. nobara has a hand pressed against the window and a hand digging into the seat. megumi’s seatbelt had barely kept him from flying forward, he was clutching the belt and a spilling bag of chips he had accidentally popped when he attempted to reach for anything to hold on to.

with adrenaline still rushing through his veins, yuuji can’t help but laugh at their shocked reactions, despite having reacted the same way.

seated outside on the wooden porch that outlined the dorm buildings, the three pop open their drinks and munch on a select few snacks from their chunky grocery bag that rested beside them. a grassy field stretched out before them, flickering with fireflies.

nobara took a sip from her strawberry flavored ramune while she listened to megumi explain the plot of the novel version of the earlier horror film.

yuuji laid beside them, arms and legs outstretched as he absorbed their conversation. he places his hands back on his stomach as he reflected on their eventful day off. the fuzzy light from the fireflies kept fading in and out of his peripheral vision, and the sound of his friends’ chatter started becoming faint. yuuji closes his eyes.

for the first time in a while, he’s never felt more at peace.

bonus:

“do we wake him up? do we carry him?” nobara looms over yuuji, who’s soundly asleep without having finished his drink.

“i don’t think either of us are strong enough to carry him while he’s out cold.” megumi is also hovering over yuuji now, scrunching up his finished bag of chips.

“you think your demon dog can carry him?” nobara smirks at megumi.

“i’m not summoning Totality.”

Iwaizumi Hajime is a man of many talents, but you’re coming to find that laundry is not one of them.

“You mean to tell me that for your entire life, you’ve been throwing everything in regardless of color.” 

Hajime shrugs. “Yeah.”

Seated on the floor outside your laundry room, you had been separating your clothes into like colors and wash cycle - because lord knows you’re not going to throw a red shirt in with the whites. You tell Hajime that: “Don’t all your clothes change color? Does that not bother you at all?”

“No?” He looks fundamentally confused. “It’s not that big of a deal, is it?”

“Hajime. It is absolutely that big of a deal.”

Dejectedly, he throws another pair of slacks into the dark pile. “Why do you care so much about my clothes?”

“I care because I need you to know how to do laundry. I’ll sign divorce papers if I find one of my white dresses turns gray over time because you keep throwing everything in at once. And if my sweaters shrink because you throw them in the washer and - Haji, why are you red?”

He stutters a few times before the words come out. “We- We’re not- There’s- How are you signing divorce papers if we’re not married?”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Is that not the plan, eventually? The only thing stopping us from getting married is that you haven’t asked yet.”

“Oh… Should I?”

“I don’t know, should you?”

to pluto (and back) | itadori yuuji

warnings : gn!reader, implied character death, fluff, angst, kisses, food | wc : 800+

summary : 'i love you's through the years

a/n : i finally wrote something again </3

itadori at five opens up both arms as wide as he can, eyes set with pure sincerity and face shining with a grin that shows two missing teeth. “i love you this much!” he exclaims, wriggling his fingers for emphasis.

you at five reply, eager and enthusiastic, with his actions mirrored - short arms in one line almost parallel to the ground, before your face breaks into a wide smile. “yeah! this much!”

however, itadori at seven recalls his actions from two years ago and decides it's not enough.

“i love you from here -” he bounds over to one corner of the room “- to here!” and dashes to the other, fingers brushing against the surface of the concrete wall. you at seven regard his actions with great curiosity, eyes wide and heart fluttering.

“but yuuji,” you mumble, “what about to the moon?”

his reply comes with an expression that mirrors yours, head tilted to one side while he parrots back, “the moon?”

to this you nod. “yeah, the moon! papa always tells mama that he loves her to the moon.” you pause, then add for good measure, “and back.”

“huh!” itadori regards your statement with thoughtful eyes. “i think it means i love you a lot. to the moon then! i love you to the moon.”

your eyes shine. “to the moon!”

“and back,” he adds, breaking into giggles.

then itadori at ten looks back at his previous words that any other boy his age would gag at, then decides, with much thought, that to the moon alone isn't enough.

“to saturn,” he nods to you. “i love you to saturn.”

“not to the moon?”

“saturn is further!” he argues.

“and so is pluto.”

“but pluto isn't a planet!”

“it's still further,” you argue with confidence any ten year old kid can wear. “really really far!”

itadori considers your words - he likes saturn, but you're not wrong - saturn isn't nearly as far as pluto is.

“to pluto, then.” he decides, “i love you to pluto!”

itadori at ten weaves his heart into sincere words, the sweet taste of love that tumbles out of his mouth lingering at the tip of his tongue. you at ten catch the words, keep them in your heart and give him the same.

“to pluto,” you echo.

over time, digits of the calendars slowly increase, day by day, month by month, till they flip back to 01 again. the beginning, a beginning, and the year new.

itadori at fifteen feels ‘to pluto’ isn't enough, but you at fifteen think otherwise. so he helps you see that it really isn't when he leans in close, eyes fluttering shut and expression gentle before you feel warmth on your lips. warm, like the summer breeze that the trees around you sway to; warm, like the bag of onigiri that sits untouched on the bench behind you; warm, like his hands, the waves of heat that roll about your stomach, like the flames that lick at the walls of your heart.

and you, at fifteen, see to his point that to pluto really isn't enough.

then you and itadori at eighteen learn that to love isn't measured in lengths as far as you can compare; to love is to feel, to weave in new habits every morning. a kiss on the lips to start the day, a peck on the forehead when the night hangs stars in the sky. these habits are foreign, but too easy to adapt to, because it's barely been a week since such routines started yet both of you are very sure that to have such precious moments snatched away from the grasps of your palms would only deem the rest of your lives unlivable.

to love is not demanding - it never is, and will never be. it's the small acts every day that matter, even if pluto and mars are long forgotten and lost in the memories you made. every kiss, every touch, every word, every second.

and that, you learn, is what love is, at the dying years of teenagehood (though past moments still live in your head).

twenty and memory-ridden, you sit on a grassy patch with legs folded while your hands are cupped around an onigiri, fresh and warm. next to your feet, there’s a bouquet of flowers with large petals pink like his hair, bunched and secured together by the stem with a plain white ribbon.

they tickle your ankles, flutter in the presence of summer winds like butterflies.

“ironic, isn't it?” you hum. “you used to give me flowers every year, but this year i give you flowers the same colour as your hair.”

the birds perched on a nearby tree sing, chorus together in a series of chirps.

you shift the bouquet carefully atop a pile of many others, all thriving in multiple shades of yellows and oranges and reds. from the same tree, the birds unfold their wings, and with great flaps, hop off the branches and soar off to the sky.

you sit and watch, till they blur into the blue of the sky, outlines fuzzier with every blink that threatens to leak the impending rain.

“to pluto, yuuji,” you say, voice shaking to the stone that sits before you. “i love you to pluto.”

rbs and feedback appreciated <3

not proofread </3

tags : @kurooskult