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i can’t wait for the angst and brainrot I’m about to indulge in, it’s gonna drive me to a new level of obsession…. I just know it
(watching good omens for the first time, currently on season 2)
Izuku had an arm crossed over his face, attempting to block off the blush growing on his cheeks.
“I’m fine,” Izuku mumbled. “You just surprised me.”
“I can see that.” Shouto smirked. “What are you doing up so early?”
Izuku moved his arm, blinking up at Shouto. “I usually get up this early.”
Shouto furrowed his eyebrows, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “Really? I don’t remember seeing you here until later in the day. At least, not on weekends.”
“Oh.” Izuku smiled brightly. “I normally go for a long run on Saturdays, but I’m switching up my routine. All Might devised a new training program for me, to help in my muscle growth.”
“Uh, huh. I see.” Shouto eyed his boyfriend, examining him intensely.
Well. The muscle training was certainly helping. Currently, Izuku’s t-shirt was stretched to the extreme, the thin fabric struggling to contain the wide breadth of his chest. Any more muscle mass and he would tear the shirt clean off his body.
Not that Shouto would complain.
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A snippet of “Absolutely Smitten”, for the 365 Days of TodoDeku! The full version will be released on January 26th. Thanks for reading! :)
Shouyou’s grin widens. But then, he frowns. “I feel bad for Tanaka-san. I don’t think I’d be a good boyfriend.” He tilts his head. “But it would be nice to date someone I liked.”
“Is there.” Kageyama clenches his hands on the railing. “Is there someone you like?”
“I don’t know.” He runs through the possibilities as he talks. “I’ve never considered it. The only person I’m interested in is you.”
A beat of silence passes. And then, Shouyou’s words catch up to him and the whole day of confusion, of the confession, of his obsession with Kageyama hits him full force.
He groans and sinks to the ground. Grabbing his knees, he curls into a ball. “Is there anyway you can forget what I just said?”
Kageyama sits down far more gracefully. He pats Shouyou on his shoulder. “No.”
Shouyou whines. “I was just—it’s admiration or yeah, let’s go with that but um, well. Please?”
“You like me.”
“I don’t know! Maybe! Probably!?” Shouyou muffles his voice with his palms. “Doesn’t that bother you?!”
Kageyama continues to rub his back. “No.”
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From a recent fic I wrote! Probably my favorite confession scene I’ve written in a while.
Everyone in our server knows it’s me so I’ve been given permission to post this a day early 😂
if you like the fic excerpt, full fic is here.
When his secretary came in with a cold days ago, Miles sent him home early. He sanitized the secretary’s desk and his own office for three hours. Miles did not like getting sick, and he did not believe in allowing his subordinates to work when they were ill. Efficiency and well being went hand in hand, and he could allow him to go home while still maintaining his long schedule as a Chief Prosecutor.
Unfortunately, his body has other ideas about his health. He sneezes the first day, the second comes with a pinch behind his nose and a tension in his head, and the third, he can not get up from bed with the pain from the congestion.
“You need to rest,” Phoenix says, as he wipes Miles’ face with a damp cloth. Miles tries to push him away, but he remains adamant about his ministrations. He grabs a tissue from the bedside table and holds it to his nose. “Blow.”
“Noooooo,” Miles says, voice blocked with mucus. “I don’t want to.”
“You’ll feel better when you can breathe. Blow.”
Miles frowns, and then he blows through his nose, a loud honk following. Phoenix cleans up his snot and then deposits the tissue in the trash. He uses the cloth again to rid his nose of any sticky residue before leaving to take the cloth to the laundry.
“Thank you,” Miles says, when Phoenix returns. “You should go to work.”
“I already told Athena and Apollo. Trucy will help assist them, but they’ll be fine, dear.” Phoenix pulls up the sheets and lays down, scooching closer to him.
“Nooo,” Miles says. Weakly, he pushes him away. “You’ll get sick.”
“Will you feel better if I cuddle you?” Miles says nothing but lets out a soft whine. “Then come here, you stubborn man.”
They meet in the middle. Miles rests his head on Phoenix’s chest. His fingers pull through his hair, playing with his silky strands. He speaks to him in a low timbre.
“I saw a beautiful pen the other day. It had a nice, dark ink, and it moved across the paper so smoothly. Still, it was flexible enough to write or sketch with.”
“Did you get it?” Miles asks.
“Not for me, but for you. It’s sitting on your desk at work.”
“I want the pen,” Miles says.
“You’ll get to use it soon. Did you listen to the song I sent you the other day? I keep thinking of the lyrics anytime I play it when I look through documents.” Phoenix hums a few bars and Miles taps his fingers on his chest, the sound resonating beneath his ear. He doesn’t respond. He should probably take some more medicine soon. “It’s such a nice melody. The artist wrote it for her boyfriend when he was only able to send letters to her. Such a sweet story. I think she put a picture on her wall…”
He falls into a light sleep to his musings. He doesn’t wake for the rest of the morning; instead, he basks in his warmth.
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Written for my sick beloved, who is now feeling much better! Hope this heals a part of your heart that just wants to be held <3
This work was an experimental, poetic piece. It’s all about beauty, both in the world and in our loved ones.
I love kagehina, tbh. I’m so sofffff for them.
Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Additional Tags: Fluff, Figurative Language, Poetic, Established Relationship, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Love, Experimental Style, this meadow is beautiful and I wish it existed Words: 1,069
Light and shadow danced across Shouto’s face, a small smile reflecting the warmth of the candlelit flames. He looked toward his friends, who were arranged in a circle around him. They mirrored his expression of inner happiness, their grins shining in the low light.
He could not believe his luck. After many long, lonely years, he had finally found friends who loved and supported him. No longer did he need to face his demons alone. Now, he could reach out a hand, and find a warm one encircling his own, to face the darkness together.
Shouto did this now, wrapping his fingers around the hand next to him, smiling softly at the boy.
“You did this? For me?” Shouto asked him.
He received a smile in return. The boy, Izuku, leaned close to his ear. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss out on your birthday. I care about you.” He motioned to the circle of friends. “We all care about you.”
His friends voiced their agreement, saying “we love you, Todoroki-kun!” and “you’re amazing, man.” No one stayed silent, and even the brittle blonde gave a “I guess you’re alright” after a little prompting.
Shouto looked down at his hands, the one intertwined with Izuku’s and the one left on his own. The warmth of a loved one, he decided, was much better than facing the world alone.
He looked up, at his friends all around him. His lips twitched upwards, forming a smile, something he seemed to be doing a lot of these days.
“Well, can we sing you happy birthday, now?” Izuku smirked, nudging him in the side.
Shouto laughed, a quiet and short one, as if his body did not know how to react to this odd action. “Go right ahead.”
His friends sang jovially, and though most were off-key, Shouto appreciated their expressive enthusiasm. Some swayed with the beat, others laughed while they sang, and some just nodded their heads, enjoying the moment for what it was: a simple second of pure, honest friendship.
As they concluded their tune, Izuku leaned forward and whispered in Shouto’s ear. “Make a wish!”
Shouto thought for a minute, placing a finger to his lips. Then, with all the strength in his lungs, he blew out the candles. His friends, his classmates, cheered, wishing him a year full of love and happiness.
When they cut the cake and passed out plates, Izuku leaned into him again, resting his head on Shouto’s shoulder.
“What did you wish for?” He asked.
Shouto looked around, at the loud, carefree people surrounding him: at Kaminari, shoving Sero’s face in cake, at Ochako, stuffing her face and sighing happily with Tsuyu, at Yaoyorozu, laughing quietly at Iida’s attempts to control the troublemakers.
Shouto chuckled, laughing to himself. Then, he turned to Izuku. “Does it count if it’s already come true?”
Izuku smiled at him, his eyes aglow. He turned his head upward, placing a warm, soft kiss on Shouto’s cheek. “Wanting things to remain the same is a great wish.”
But no, Shouto thought. He didn’t want them to remain the same.
He wanted them to keep growing, to keep learning, to keep caring, to keep healing.
To keep… loving.
He sighed, burying his face in Izuku’s hair. Around them, the party continued on, with laughter and jokes and happiness all around. But he stayed where he was, taking a second to pause for a moment.
Shouto breathed in. And out.
Peace. At last.
****
Happy Birthday, Shouto! <33
I’m so excited to be modding and writing with all of you! Let’s make this bang the best one yet!
Hey guys! I’m so excited to be working with you all! This bang will be an amazing one, and I’m looking forward to seeing all the content you’ll be creating.
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the thing I love about narumitsu is that you can decide when they get together and it automatically makes sense. Childhood friends to lovers? Let me show you all the No DL-6 AUs. Bratfeen years? Intense gay panic for Miles, in-love-at-first-sight Feenie. Post Trilogy? The back and forth between together and not is so great for exes to lovers,,, plus FORGIVENESS!!! 7 year gap? Miles finally gets his shit together and marries the man and adopts their child. Second trilogy? yeah, the dad look is great on them.
is2g it all makes sense when their canon content is so good… when they finally get it right, it goes so well. only matters when you decide to focus it!
Back at it with another tddk fic! Friendship and dekusquad are very fun to write!
I have a lot of things planned and in the works, and I’m very excited about them :))
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Class 1-A
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Gen or Pre-Slash, Sleepovers, Fluff, Friendship, Dekusquad
Word Count: 5,889
Summary:
“Deku-kun,” Uraraka said, voice serious. “You’ve…” She paused, licking her lips. “You’ve never had a sleepover?”
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"Ooh, who said it's true?
That the growing only happens on your own?
They don't know me and you."