— i like u

friends with benefits seemed easy enough—until one of you started to catch feelings, and you knew it wasn’t him.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content: fluff, mild angst, some adult content but it doesn’t really go there. the characters are all grown up for this by the way!

warnings: none! just some mentions of smut like i said but its p fine

inspired by the niki song of the same title. i suggest u listen so u can ~feel~ it a bit better !!

YES I AM ALIVE casually disappeared for like a year to focus on academics and applications and stuff but it’s almost christmas break and hey i missed writing so why not ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) anyw i hope u guys r doing fine and to those who were waiting for me to post something… anything… i’m sorry it took a year here’s an honorary cookie for ur wait ily

HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE MWAH

This was where you found yourself every Friday night.

Him atop you as he stole kisses in between ragged breaths. Steady hands securing your hips in place, digging into white duvet, moaning each other’s name like a mantra that slipped out of your tongue with every thrust of pleasure you received. He was always so strong, so determined, that your highs were always quick to come once the two of you got onto it.

And you’d wake up, Tokyo morning sun radiating like rays dancing on the white cloth, waking you out of your dazed trance. Intertwined between sheets, his worn-out t-shirt on you as he laid there by your side shirtless, staring down at his best friend he brought to heaven the night before. Whenever he felt like everything was going to hell, he’d call you, the first number on his contact list—the only person who had seen him through his short-fused explosive phase to the number two hero he was now. His crimson red eyes were always the first thing to greet you on those fateful Saturday mornings, but they were no match with the content smile on his face that he showed no one else but, well, you.

Bakugou Katsuki was a gentleman. As hard as it was to believe, especially for those who were around during high school, it consistently rang true. Like in these mornings as he asked you to stay and made you breakfast in his exquisite high-ceilinged apartment. He always wanted to hear your thoughts about his cooking, on what he could improve, and if ever you were staying over again, what you’d want next (but you already knew the answer to that).

One thing about Katsuki was he never got tired of listening to your drabbling about work. Right now, it was about that stupid sidekick that has been hitting on you for weeks now, despite you blocking them with a clear dragged out no every time. He would chuckle at your little gestures, carefully observing every detail his best friend had, and thought about how he was the lucky man to run his hands through them every week.

He had told you before to move to his agency. Though these little rants of yours were nothing short of entertaining, Katsuki was well-aware that in between those tales lies a bitter truth that you were not well within his reach, and he couldn’t protect you if another pervert tried to touch you again. And you always told him you wanted to—needed to, even, but your boss kept shrugging off your now-piles of resignation papers down the shredder. You were a big asset, after all—a UA graduate, top of your class, a pretty strong quirk, and an excellent internship rating. But Bakugou knew they only saw you for your credentials, not at all as a human who was protecting other humans,and made a mental note to blast your boss’s face sometime he’s free within this week. He reasoned to himself: it was only make him aware of what he was going to be dealing with if he keeps on treating you any less of the hero you are.

It was those little things about your best friend that had you lying awake at night, legs still sore from the action just a few days prior. You had been trying to sleep for the last hour, staring up at the ceiling, basically memorizing its patterns. You wanted to be frustrated with yourself—angry that you thought he could even look at you in thatway.

You see, when two people have cramped-up schedules, half a decade of youth still left to live, and raging hormonal impulses—they resort to a little arrangement called friends with benefits. In short, they do stuff couples do: kiss, make out, stay over, call each other and ask them about their day, take care of the one who’s sick from overpatrolling, but most of all, meet each other at a certain time, a certain place to make love.There was no commitment, no red strings, no feelings involved, just two people trying to satisfy their needs through someone else’s. That’s what you told yourself every night.

Until that time he sent you a bouquet of tulips to your office and the blood on your cheeks told you otherwise.

“Katsuki,” you whispered through the phone, voice rough from the bloodrush. “What in the world is this?”

“A gift?” he replied, so casually that it was driving you insane. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I do, but,” you sucked in a breath, looking at the florist holding out a contract for you to sign. “Did you really have to do this at my office?”

“You overwork yourself hard enough,” he nagged, hearing him adjust something on the other end of the phone. Katsuki shouted something to the person calling out at him, then returned to you. “Listen, I’m on patrol right now, but take those. I already paid for them. And don’t feel obligated to come to my apartment later tonight because of that. I just don’t want to be a shitty best friend, that’s all.”

The flowers laid in a vase on your desk, causing your co-heroes to gawk at the stunning arrangement of black and orange tulips adorning your otherwise plain workspace. You weren’t big on decorations, after all, since you were a hero and didn’t stay there often. The flowers finally gave your desk some much needed color.

And it pissed you off. It pissed you off how he said it so casually, how he managed to make your heartbeat not too far from a hummingbird’s, and how he took time out of his day, his most beloved hero job, to get you a gift.

But what pissed you off the most was the fact that all of the grandeur was because he thought of you as his best friend who needed relief.

You mentally slapped yourself. You were being distracted. You were not falling for Katsuki, you just liked how he felt inside you, how perfect he fit into you, and the rest of those feelings for him were platonic.

But why did he have to rummage through your thoughts every single night?

“Do you ever get tired?” you blurted out.

He poured the freshly-brewed coffee into two mugs, adding milk on yours just the way you liked it. “Doing what?”

“Running through my mind every night.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as soon as the words came out, cheeks starting to redden from embarrassment. You were not supposed to say that. Right then and there, you wished for anything that could get you out of there—maybe even a dang UFO—so it could spare you from the shame about to come.

But Katsuki turned around, two mugs in hand, putting them on the counter behind you to look you straight in the eye. His calloused hands, shaped by years of explosions, made it to your heated face, not really helping with the fluster you were feeling at that moment. He carefully pulled your fingers away, setting them on your lap to hold your chin tenderly.

“Only if you tell me why you made me fall for my own best friend.”

And then you woke up.

Feeling slightly frustrated for whatever reason, you threw your pillow to the wall, running a hand through your hair and catching shaky breaths.

Great, he made it into to your dreams, too.

Your stare buried into the duvet covering your lower body. You ran a hand through your face, planning on getting up to get a cup of water and watch Netflix instead. Because dreaming of him again would not help with your current predicament.

This is all your fault, Bakugou Katsuki.

“Oi, what’s your problem?”

And you forgot that you were sleeping over at his place that night.

His voice was low and gravelly as he turned around to look at your side of the bed. You averted your gaze, wanting to shrug it off.

“Nothing.” You raised your chin up. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he simply responded, getting up to his knees to sit next to you. “Bad dream?”

You tried not to look at his chiseled chest just there for your gazing glory, and the sweatpants that you swore were about to fall off with how loose they were around his waist. He was so oblivious to the thoughts running around your head it was insane. Why did he have to be shirtless at this time?

“No.” You wanted to be adamant. “I told you, I’m fine.”

“Waking up at 3AM practically having an asthma attack isn’t fine, (Y/N).” Katsuki crossed his arms, looking at the side of your face. “You’re choosing the wrong person to lie to.”

Your hands flew up in defeat. “Fine, then I’m not fine. How could I ever lie to you, huh?”

“Damn right you know. You’ve been my annoying best friend for two decades. I practically have you memorized, whether I like it or not.”

There it was again. That damned best friend title. The situation was starting to become tolerable, but that label just had to come up, right? You felt your chest tighten, knowing well what you were about to say next.

“I think we should stop this,” you said, finally meeting up to look at him.

The blonde let out a guttural chuckle until his eyes met yours, seeing no hint of mischief behind the irises he knew too well.

“But… why?” was all he managed to stutter.

Of course, a half-ass excuse would be better than to tell him hey, I’ve been constantly thinking of you quite unhealthily for the past two months now, and if I don’t pry myself away from you in the next three minutes I might just ruin our friendship.

To be continued…

— taking me back

everyone knew ground zero was one of the strongest heroes in the business, but little did they know how weak he really was for you.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content: a bit mature, but not nsfw. characters are aged up in this btw! also fluff because yes

forgot to put this the first time, but if you want to ~feel~ the imagine more, you can listen to taking me back by lany ((yes like the title)) !!

warnings: some strong language, very mildangst

A knock on your door startled your Saturday night Netflix binging. You set your popcorn on the table rather loudly, annoyed at whoever had the guts to interrupt the only free time you could get at 11PM. Your hand hurried to the doorknob to stop the vigorous knocking, and you were met by a tired-looking Ground Zero, looking big with his grenades and hero costume intact.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight. “Work got you again?”

“Let’s not talk about it,” was the only thing he muttered before you let him in, taking off his large weapons and placing them on the side of the door along with everything else that was bothersome to him. He was left in a black tank top and baggy jeans.

“You know, you need to come home sometimes,” you tell him, setting your hands on his sturdy biceps. “Your mom’s probably thinking you’re dead by now.”

His eyes closed in pleasure as your hands started to knead, hitting him in all the right places. “Please, the old woman’s enjoying the house to herself.”

“What about Masaru?” you asked, taking a better look at his attire. You had no idea he looked this good without the extravagant hero accessories on.

“Left for a business trip. I don’t know where.” He groaned, leaning into your other hand that raised to caress his cheek. “You’re seriously a martyr for taking me in after everything I’ve done to you.”

“Past is past, I suppose,” was all you could say.

Bakugou—or as you called him, Katsuki—was your ex-boyfriend. Unknown to others, and most of Class 1-A, since you decided that keeping it a secret would be best, given the constant danger your lives were put in. Any kind of secret that would reveal a rising hero’s weak spot can and will probably be used against them. And unfortunately, Bakugou’s weakness was you.

It ended when the both of you decided it wouldn’t work out with the way things started to change pace. He was completely set on becoming the best hero in Japan that he barely went home to your shared apartment. He found an agency that would take him in—much to his dismay, working with Half and Half Bastard under Endeavor’s Hero Agency.

You, however, had different plans. You were working to become a minor hero in your prefecture, as you didn’t want to be under the constant stress of fearing for your life at the top. Bakugou constantly tried to coax you out of that mindset, saying that he knew you could do way more, but you just weren’t having it. The lack of time and different outlooks caused a major fallout that eventually resulted in a mutual break-up.

However, despite moving out and getting rid of everything you shared, Bakugou always found his thoughts drifting back to you. He shrugged it off the first months, thinking it was part of the shitty moving on process. Until he couldn’t take it one fateful Thursday night and found himself crying on your doorstep, practically begging you to take him back.

It struck a heart string to see him like that. He never ever begged anyone for anything, and to hell with showing his emotions to people. The fact that he was completely sober, had the right state of mind to rethink his decisions, and still came back to you—it was too much. You, too, were having trouble with the moving on process, but nothing was going to be fixed with this set-up. If you took him back, you’d argue over the same things all over and over again.

So it ended up with you letting him sleep over, and making the pro hero promise to leave the next morning. A part of you still cared deeply for him, and didn’t want to see your Katsuki cry, staying in his embrace the entire night and having to fight back your own tears. As expected, the promise was broken, and he stayed over for another night, and another,—maybe just one more?—until coming back to you became an unspoken habit of his whenever he “needed support after all his missions”. You knew it was just because he missed you.

And you missed him, too, deeply.

“Do you mind if I…” he suddenly started, snapping you out of your thoughts as the both of you sat down on your couch.

“Go ahead. It doesn’t matter anymore,” you replied. Katsuki rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the sweet smell of your perfume.

A comfortable silence wrapped you both, only the television volume giving light to the ambiance that settled.

“You should shower,” you mentioned. He didn’t necessarily smell bad, you just wanted him to move away and stop your thoughts.

“Do I smell?” he asked, a genuine tone laced in his voice.

“No.” You couldn’t hold back the hand that made it to his spiky hair, patting gently. “I’m just worried you might be tired.”

“I think I’m good here,” Katsuki insisted, leaning further into you.

His left hand started to wonder places, landing on your right. His thumb rubbed mini circles on yours, matching the pace of his calm breathing. After a few more circles, his arm moved behind the small of your back, switching your positions quickly and letting you lean on his stern chest. You adjusted yourself to sit in between his lap, faces dangerouslyclose.

You could kiss him then and there, and you knew he wouldn’t be opposed to that.

Or would he?

You could test your hypothesis, but your brain was telling you otherwise. It was impractical to let your heart rule over you again. The way that he was coming back to you even though you were supposed to move on was dumb enough. A kiss would just cross the line.

You sighed in defeat.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you brushed off. But you knew he wasn’t going to let that slide.

“If I’m bothering you—“ he started, but you were quick to interrupt.

“No, you’re not, Katsuki.”

He lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “Then why do you look like that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like you can’t wait for me to fucking leave.”

Apparently, your facial expression gave it away. It’s not that you wanted him to leave, though.

“I probably should,” he retorted, getting up from his seat. “None of us is going to move the fuck on with this, right?”

Bakugou rose and made his way to the door, carefully gathering his stuff. The sight made the pain in your heart worsen—every step was a dagger to your already tainted heart. He was hesitant, too, slowly moving as he took jagged breaths.

None of you was willing to break the awkward tension in the room, until you choked out the only words you could make out from the flurry in your head.

“What if I don’t want to move on?”

He turned around. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“I don’t want to fucking move on,” you repeated, harder and angrier this time. The lump in your throat seemed to let go of its grip when the tears came out, blurring your vision completely. “I don’t want to fucking lose you anymore.”

It seemed like you cried for an hour with how unexpectedly painful it felt. Not once in your solo crying sessions did you feel something quite like this, and seeing him make his way to the door was reliving it all over and over again.

You wanted to remind yourself why you hated him—why you hated that everything he did was a reason for you to love him even more.

You hated how he always managed to disrupt your thoughts without him even being there. You hated the way he used to tease you about the way you cooked, but held you safely in his arms as he taught you how to do it better. You hated the way he would talk to you in your sleep, sweet nothings that would never come out in broad daylight. You hated how he comforted you when you needed it most, telling you he’ll be your shield when the world’s out to get you. You hated the way he looked at you on dates, like you were the only woman on earth, and nothing and nobody else mattered. You hated how the two of you used to dance to the same Arctic Monkeys song on the radio, and pointed to every sappy love song that came on and told him it was your song. You hated that he stayed up with you on the nights you had to study, and took you to new midnight diners downtown if he decided you needed a break. You hated waking up next to his stupid face staring back at you, waiting for you to wake up so he could finally be with the love of his life.

But most of all, you hated how your heart still belonged to him after all this fuckingtime.

Warm hands made their way to the back of your head, pulling you closer and rubbing your back.

“I don’t want to fucking move on, too.”

You looked up at him. His face mirrored the same expression as yours, tears in his eyes and lips trembling as his crimson eyes found yours.

For once in his life, he was completely sure of taking a risk for something—no, someone—he was completely, head over heels weak for.

But if you were there, none of that mattered anymore.

“I still love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, leaning closer into him and feeling the warmth of his shaking body radiate onto you. “I don’t want you to slip out of my grasp anymore. I know you might not feel the same, but please—please—let me kiss you one last time before you go.”

Katsuki pulled you up, his arms resting steady on your back. “I’m not leaving, you idiot.”

Leaning in, his lips touched yours, and slowly, the sparks, the cliche sparks you once felt with your teenage love came back. He was still the same red-faced boy who accidentally cursed you as he confessed his attraction, stray flowers from UA’s grass fields in hand. In another held a tiny teddy bear that was wrapped in an orange box with a note attached in rather messy handwriting—I like you, dumbass.

“I was hoping you’d take the hint after all this time, but I still love you, idiot.” Katsuki moved your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears that kept coming down, not minding his own. “I’m not leaving you ever again. And I’m not letting some other extra take away what’s mine.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You laugh at your own teasing, and he does too. “We’ve got to do a thing about our problems, though.”

“About that,” he responded, a little smile forming on his face. “After shitting on myself for months on end, I realized how much of an asshole I was to you. You should never have to compromise your dreams just because of my shitty opinions. Be the hero you want to be, love. I’ll always support you if that meant your happiness.”

In shock at the Bakugou that was in front of you at that moment, you were at a loss for words. You hugged him with all your might. That was the only thing you wanted to do as you realized he finally changed, and was willing to make your relationship work the second time.

“Stop crying, dumbass! You’re going to make me cry, too,” Katsuki teased.

“Idiot, you’ve literally been crying for the past ten minutes. Let it slip for today.”

He chuckled. You rested into his embrace, feeling contentment fill up your heart.

note: hullo humans !! this was very self-indulgent and the result of my 1am brain rot™️ again. anyway,,, i’d like to thank u all for 300 notes on the past two imagines like whUT. u guys,,, i ams o Grateful nd i wanna cry and hug u all individually but i cnanot so pls have a virtual cookie each instead. i love u all

—apology

“the word ‘chill’ does not exist in kacchan’s vocabulary.” —izuku midoriya

pairing:bakugou katsuki x reader

content:fluff!

warnings: (some) strong language

Bakugou always went hard on training sessions. No matter who it was in front of him, they better be ready to fight if they didn’t want to be blasted into the thermosphere. To him, it was second nature—if he couldn’t give it his all, he couldn’t be the number one hero. Due to this unfaltering determination, Recovery Girl was on standby everytime Class 1-A trained. Almost all of his past opponents needed to heal from an injury or burn mark somewhere—and you, his girlfriend of a year, were noexception.

After a strong blow to your right leg left you limping, Yaomomo assisting you as you made your way to the clinic, Bakugou could only stare in disbelief and shock. He impulsively ran after you, but Ochaco and Jirou blocked his path, giving him death glares that practically screamed, “you fucked up.” The worst part is, it was no accident.

Of course, you always tried your best to understand your boyfriend’s rather violent demeanor. It was definitely worse when it came to combat, but the pain in your leg was too unbearable to let you think straight—and everyone in the class saw that. You were sent home early to the dorms with your leg under a thick layer of bandages, a care package from Yaomomo and the girls, and a small “sorry” note from Kirishima, which you had no idea was for.

So there you laid—in whatever oversized shirt you pulled from your drawer, loose shorts, and a single sock on your uninjured leg. Recovery Girl told you you were fairly lucky to walk away with just a rather big scratch and a torn ligament, which she managed to heal. It wasn’t your fault, after all. You were sure Bakugou received an earful from the old lady for doing such thing to a poor girl—moreover, his own girlfriend.

You weren’t exactly mad at Bakugou, but you definitely weren’t pleased, either. He didn’t visit you in the clinic, nor even text and ask how you were doing. Nada. Your tsundere of a boyfriend was surely rock-hard when it came to lowering his pride, but you thought he’d at least show a bit of care. You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt though, that maybe he was just in shock at what happened. He accidentally hurt you, after all—something he never wanted to do to you, and you knew that very well. Wanting to get everything off your mind, you threw the covers on and tried to drift off to sleep.

You wanted to call him and ask for an explanation. Limp to the elevator and wait for him in the lobby to hear it as soon as he came home. But it seemed too petty, and your leg was too fucking painful to walk. Moving it around in your bed had a tolerable amount of pain, so that solidified your decision of staying in. Plus, you were independent, you could survive the healing phase on your own, angry explosive boyfriend or none.

Thirty minutes passed and you found yourself dumbstruck at the wall. Sleep has long abandoned you, not even visiting you once that afternoon. You picked up your phone, looking for a game to distract yourself with and hopefully fall asleep to. You decided on Subway Surfers, playing a few rounds, when you felt your eyelids get heavy. Finally, you drifted off to rest, but you were interrupted by someone opening your door without a warning.

“Oi,” Bakugou called. Your boyfriend was wearing a grey pullover over black knee shorts, and the same Fire Princess socks you got him for Christmas. His tone was soft as he passed the door, rough voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”

You were about to answer with a sarcastic retort when a cough lodged in your throat. “What do you think?” you asked rather silently.

You didn’t look at him. Bakugou groaned and sat on the edge of your bed.

“I…” he started. You lightly craned your head to his direction, waiting for the apology you were sure was coming. “I… think your bandages need to be replaced.”

You rolled your eyes. They were dirty from walking around your room without a slipper, not to mention the grass that stuck to it from when you almost fell flat on your face outside. “Tell me about it.”

Katsuki suddenly placed your leg on his thighs, carefully peeling off the wrap. Your eyes widened, jumping up to stop the ash blonde. “Do you have any idea how to do that?”

“Shut up, the old woman taught me how to,” he reassured. Once the last inch of cloth was removed, Bakugou stood up and went to the mini first aid kit he conveniently brought with him.

He sat back down, being extra gentle with your leg. You crossed your arms, sitting up and watching his large hands sanitize your tender joint.

“I’m still mad at you, by the way,” you grumbled.

“I know,” Bakugou retorted, pulling you closer by your waist to get a better grip. His gaze was completely set on the task at hand, not wanting to make your injury any worse. You pulled your leg away stubbornly, his hand moving quickly to take it back. This went on for multiple times, making his face contort into one of annoyance. “Hey, I know you’re fuckin’ angry, but stop being a brat. You’re leg’s gonna break off if you keep doing that.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I wasn’t the idiot who blasted my fuckin’ leg.”

Bakugou seemed to not care at all at your insult as he massaged your leg. He was in the middle of your knee when he mumbled something under his breath, making you ask, “What did you say?”

“I said, I’m fuckin’ sorry, dumbass.” He looked up to meet your gaze for the first time in that visit. “I really went overboard with you.”

You pouted. “You know I’m okay with your anger issues, but please, if you want to see me alive by our marriage date, don’t go blasting me off places.”

Katsuki blushed at the thought of a wedding with you, but was quick to shake it off. “Yeah, whatever. I’m sorry.”

You could tell it was taking a lot of his pride to apologize as it was all genuine. “You owe me a bowl of ramen for that.”

He stopped wrapping the bandage and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I owe you more than that, dork. But next time you’re going to pretend to be mad at me, don’t wear one of my shirts while you’re at it.”

You quickly looked down at the black skull shirt loosely hung around your frame, making you internally swear. “It was just the first thing in my closet, asshole.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk adorning his sharp features as he finished the job with a stable wrap of medical tape.

“If you move too much, I’m going to tape you to the bed.”

“How dare you use your kinks on me when I’m sick?” you asked with a feigned offense. He chuckled.

“Between the two of us, I think you’re the kinkier one here,” the blonde shot back. “Remember when—“

“No, I do not!” you screamed, hurriedly tackling your boyfriend down to shut him up. His arms moved like reflex to steady your broken leg before it fell down the bed.

“Be careful, dumbass!” Bakugou laid down beside you, adjusting your position to where it would be comfortable for you. “I told you once, and I’m not going to say it again.”

“Are you threatening me with medical tape, Kacchan?” you taunted. He cringed at the nickname only his green-haired nerd of a childhood friend called him.

“Stop that,” he ordered, burying his head on the crook of your shoulder. “You look really hot wearing my stuff.”

You thanked the Heavens for not letting him see your lovestruck reaction, or else he wouldn’t have let it slide. This caught you in a lack of words, to which he happily filled.

“I’m going to have to control my style if I don’t want to lose my girlfriend,” Bakugou said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to back down on you, either. I have my own battles to prove too, you know,” you replied with a content smile, playing with the spikes of his hair. He smelled vaguely of caramel.

“Whatever.” It was silent for a few minutes, when he started speaking again. “Can you manage to shower?”

That aspect of being injured never slipped into your mind yet, and the thought of possibly slipping in the bathroom and bumping your head was terrifying. Shit.Bakugou must have sensed your worry, though, as another smirk grew on his face.

“You need help?” your explosive boyfriend teased. “I think I can sleep here tonight, it’s a Friday after all.”

“You pervert!” you exclaimed, lightly patting his head, making him giggle. “Just say you want to fuck me and go.”

He looked at you with a deadpan look on his face, arms still tightly wrapped around your torso. “Oi, you may look ridiculously enticing with my shirt on, but your health comes first. You are not getting any action until your leg heals completely.”

You pouted again. “What a bummer.”

“Who’s the pervert now?” he inquired, switching your positions a bit so now you were below his head.

“I hate you,” you retorted, not meaning any second of it.

“You love me.”

“Shut up.”

“I love you too, dumbass. I’m sorry for nearly killing your leg.” Bakugou ran a hand through your hair, neatly massaging it as the other turned off the nightlight. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a bowl of ramen to prepare and a whiny girlfriend to feed.”

You didn’t respond as you fell asleep smug on his toned chest, having the best rest you’ve felt in years.

note: henlo this was just pure ✨Fluffy Brain Rot✨ so i hope u guys enjoyed it :D

—arms

in which kacchan doesn’t know what a hug feels like

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content:fluff!

warnings:some strong language because come on it’s bakugou ,,

It was another one of Mina Ashido’s extravaganzas in the lobby of 1-A Alliance. The pink-haired extrovert felt that the energy in the dorm was extra heavy, and she, knowing her classmates weren’t usually like this, decided to throw a party with a wide variety of games. Being down at that time wasn’t avoidable though, as it was the day Aizawa gave back the test papers and they found out that almost 80% of them flunked his test. Though Mina was one of the unfortunate majority, this didn’t stop her from wanting to lift the heavy atmosphere up. After thirty minutes of persuasion, everyone was convinced, and here you were, seven rounds of alcohol-free spin the bottle in.

You were sitting beside your boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was a bit adamant about the whole thing, wanting to stick to his strict 8:32PM sleep schedule, but your puppy eyes and pleading were too much to handle. You had to drag him all the way, though, his entire body feeling like 5 sacks of rice even though he was walking behind you, hand in hand. Not to mention the fact that he was grumbling the whole way, but it was nothing out of the ordinary when you got used to it after 3 years of knowing each other.

“It landed on (Y/N)!” Kirishima announced, beaming with pride (and relief) as it stopped right at the boundary of you and the redhead. You see, since alcohol was banned, Mina improvised by making everyone take a BeanBoozled jelly bean every time they were chosen by the almighty bottle. At first, it seemed like a fun idea, until Kaminari got canned dog food and had to run to the bathroom for his life.

Hesitant, you grabbed a jelly bean from the bowl in front of you, circled by 1-A. Though not everyone was in on the game, the non-participants stayed closely outside the circle, watching attentively. One of them was Izuku, who was already traumatized by sweaty gym socks after Mirio and Eri decided it was a fun game to play last month.

“Truth or dare?” Jirou asked. You tossed the bean in your mouth, tasting the refreshing pop of berry blue as it melted.

“Dare,” you bravely responded, and Iida started to look confused.

“There’s not a lot we can ask (Y/N) to do. She has a boyfriend and as her classmates, we should respect their rights,” he announced, arms waving in the air. Everyone nodded in agreement.

Sero clapped his hands, like he just solved the world’s hardest calculus question. “Well then, why don’t we ask her to do something with Bakugou?”

“Hah? It’s not my fuckin’ turn,” your boyfriend retaliated, turning to the tape man. “I’m not eating any damn beans.”

“Oh, but you won’t need to eat any, though,” Ochaco bravely chided. “Just for the dare.”

“Okay! I think I’ve decided,” announced Mina. “(Y/N), I dare you to hug Bakugou.”

Kaminari nearly spit his soda. “That’s so lame, Mina. They probably do that and more in the janitor’s closet every lunch break.”

“Yeah, it is pretty lame,” Hagakure added. “Can’t we add a bit of spice in here?” The invisible girl purred, doing a cat hand signal, not like a lot could see.

“But it does seem like a good dare,” Todoroki entered, everyone suddenly turning to him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the both of them act like a proper couple.”

Bakugou stood up, ready to blast Endeavor’s son into the thermosphere. “What did you fuckin’ say, Icyhot? It’s not like you know anything about love, hah?”

You laughed and held him down like he was a feral dog ready to attack. “I mean, we’re fairly new too, so I guess that would be nice?” you replied.

Your relationship with Katsuki was going on a short but steady 3 months strong. He was the type of person to let things come naturally, not wanting to do anything just because he was your boyfriend. He would never half-ass anything, especially his relationship with you.

But that also meant that he almost never got physically affectionate. Sure, there were stolen kisses and light hugs before you left for school sometimes, but that was about it. All the times you spent together in his room were spent having talks about life, homework, laying next to each other, or sitting by the balcony, naming the constellations after your classmates. One was Half and Half Bastard, the other, Round Face, and the one way up with the moon was Shitty Hair. Though you were content with him and how everything between the two of you was going, you wouldn’t mind at least longer hugs, or cuddles, or maybe even more. You were in your third year, after all. But you didn’t want to push it, as you respected his personal boundaries and would never do anything he was uncomfortable with.

“Calm down, Katsuki. It’s just a hug,” you reassured, trying to hold back a giggle. Bakugou grumbled in response. Todoroki seemed to not care at all, though, as he continued to nibble on his soba beside Yaoyorozu. “Let’s get this over with.”

You pulled him into your arms. The first thing that struck you was he was stiff. His body was weirdly spread out in front of yours, spiky blonde hair covering the lower half of your face, and hands frozen in the air from his rage quit at Shoto. You felt his heartbeat quicken, and though you couldn’t see it due to the awfully unnatural position, Class 1-A noticed his eyes widen, pupils dilate, and a faint blush creep upon his cheek, getting redder at his ears. This went on for a few seconds until he finally relaxed into you, heaving a sigh and moving his arms to try and hug you back. You could have sworn you heard Izuku in the corner gasp in shock.

When you pulled away, he looked so flustered, it was cute. His expression was rather pouty, looking into your eyes with a spark of admiration you’ve never seen before. It was a stark contrast to his rough-edged personality, a part of him he could only show to you.

He was lovestruck.

If you had your phone, you would have taken a photo and embedded it into your mind.

Kirishima’s cheer brought you out of your trances, and the game resumed after a few whistles and whining from Mineta, who nobody let into the game, and badly wished to be hugged too. Bakugou, on the other hand, found himself having trouble focusing on the game, and instead had his mind stuck on you and that awkward ass hug. It was terrible, but something about it lit a dreaded spark in him, one he wanted to ignite as soon as he got you with him alone. He was so distracted that he didn’t realize the bottle had landed on him. Bakugou momentarily forgot about the beans’ disgusting nature until his mouth started to taste like actual grass, and just like Kaminari, he ran to the bathrooms for relief.

The game ended when Aizawa nearly kicked the doors down, lightly scolding the lot of you that it was way past your curfew, which most of you had no idea existed. Deciding on the fact that maybe your grumpy yet lovable adviser just wanted some undisturbed sleep, you all said your goodnights to each other, and you left the lobby with your hand in Bakugou’s.

Odd enough, he wasn’t speaking. He was definitely the type of person to be grumbling about something in an event like this, when the fun was just getting started. But he even looked relieved—and that was something for you to figure out when you come into his room, crashing on his bed like it was yours. He still wasn’t speaking.

“Katsuki,” you called out to him, who took off his tank top and changed into a gray shirt. The first one got wet from the faucet at the bathroom from rinsing his mouth. “Katsuki.”

“What do you want, woman?” he replied, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth. You yawned and took a look at his slightly messy room, feeling your eyelids fall. After what seemed like a lifetime, he finally crashed next to you, facing up.

You turned to him, touching his cheek. “You seem quiet.”

“I’m not,” he argued, but even he wasn’t convinced.

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend playfully. “It was the hug, wasn’t it?”

Surprised but prideful that you debunked his facade, he rolled his eyes. “You wish it was.”

“Oh, really now?” you taunted, scooting closer. “It’s okay, Katsuki. I won’t judge.”

You yawned before falling asleep dangerously close to him. He could have sworn his heart was beating out of his chest, and before he knew it, he turned to face you, running his hands through your hair carefully as to not disturb you.

“I love you, dumbass,” he whispered. It was very out of the ordinary for him to profess his love like this, but something about it felt like lifting a weight off his chest. “You could do so much better than me, you know? I’m an asshole, but I’m trying my best. I know you know that.”

Slowly feeling sleep take over his body, too, he put his arms securely around you. You were his comfort, where he could put his armor down and come home to. You were Bakugou Katsuki’s peace in the storm.

What he didn’t expect was for you to hug back.

“I’m still awake, dum dum,” you whispered. “And I love you, too.”

“Shut up,” was the only thing he could manage to say.

“And if you want hugs,” you started, poking his chest playfully. “Don’t be afraid to ask for them, you big baby.”

“I’m not a baby,” he argued. He wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore that night, having found his new comfort zone.

Maybe affection wasn’t so bad, after all.

—avoiding you

for the longest time, you avoided Bakugou Katsuki in fear of being called an extra or getting blown up alive.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content:fluff!

warnings:may contain foul language, maybe?

If you were to describe how he felt like, it would be satin sheets. Rose essence, scented candles, and warm nights—your head buried in his chest as you drifted off to dreams and found solace in each other’s arms.

He was loud, ambitious, explosive (both literally and figuratively), and vulgar. Almost like a firework, as Denki would describe him. Your first glance at him in the UA entrance exams immediately told you he was not someone to mess with, so for the longest time, you stayed away from him. You avoided ever getting in his way, not wanting to get called names or screamed at.

Not even when you were asked to choose a partner and the both of you were the only people left unpicked.

Not even when you were awkwardly placed next to each other in the lunch table after Mina threw a post-exam pizza party courtesy of Momo, trying not to pay attention to the subtle glances he gave you as you dully picked your food. Not that he’d want you to notice, anyway.

Not even when he was innocently asking you a question about your chemistry homework, seeing him stutter for the first time since you’ve met him, face heated up and red—isn’t he in contact with nitroglycerin on the daily? He should know that. He’s one of the top students. And not even when he sat next to you on the field trip, his excuse being I didn’t want to sit next to the invisible girl, your favorite snacks and two drinks in his bag.

It was only when he offered you his other earphone, his face sulky with a hopeful glint in his eyes, saying, “You look more shit than usual and I don’t want you puking on me,” that you realized, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought. But of course—he was Bakugou Katsuki, and damned be those who ever see him without his signature scowl on. He was stiff as a rock the whole ride, head turned away from you, in contrast to the hand that offered you a bottle of orange juice. Occasional rambles went on for the rest of the ride, you even found yourself joining in and sharing your own tales with him, but not quite—until all of Class 1-A silenced and noticed the new bickering coming from the far back seat.

Bakugou Katsuki—or as Midoriya called him, Kacchan—was smiling. The boy everyone swore was emotionally constipated, was here, having a debate with (Y/N) about how dinosaurs might have had hair or not. His explosive “I’m right, shut up” personality still lingered, but it hid in the shell of a boy who looked like he woke up on the first morning of Christmas Day. They all decided it would be best if they ignored the way he looked at you—not shy of admiration, or maybe even love?—and the way the smile remained on his face as he drowned out the world around them. Class 1-A wasn’t ready to die as a whole.

Katsuki never put his guard down. He was always ready to defeat whoever came before him, knowing his own ability would prove why he deserves number one. Emotions didn’t matter to him so long as he stays on top. So when he found himself blankly staring at the wall, three hours after they got home from the field trip, progress stalled on his Geometry homework, he knew something was off.

She smiled at me.

No, that’s not it, he thought, taking his pencil and shoving it into the sharpener rather aggressively.

She called me funny.

He slowly turned the knob on the small machine, lead flowing over the paper, leaving gentle marks where gravity took hold of them.

She apologized for ignoring me.

She said I was cool, and wanted to hang out with me more. Maybe he can corner Shitty Hair in the kitchen tomorrow before they leave, and ask him another question about her, pretending that he didn’t do it before when he asked him what shit you usually bought in 7/11 before the dorm system came. After that, maybe they can talk, and even spar, she’s got a quirk that almost rivals him, fairly social and had a good standing in class, almost number one in his book, so if there’s anyone worthy of his love then it’s—

Wait, what?

He slammed the pencil down on the table, inevitably breaking the same lead he sharpened as he tried to drown out his thoughts.

What is this shitty feeling that makes his heartrate berserk?

Little explosions unknowingly started to form on his sweaty palms, almost in sync with the rising of heat on his face. He’s tasted many spicy foods, but nothing made him as red as the thought of your head on his shoulder, earphones blasting whatever The Neighbourhood song went on shuffle, just quietly enjoying each other’s presence.

Millions of stars would have to explode before Bakugou Katsuki would ever believe that was he was feeling was love—that disgusting four-letter word he kept hearing from Ashido as she loudly gushed about her crushes. He thought nothing of the way he always found his gaze coming back to you in that cramped lunch table. He thought it was a coincidence that he picked you for that partnership project, even though a small part in the back of his head silently wanted it to happen. And he certainly thought nothing of the way he found his feet moving on their own once he saw the seat beside you empty on that damned field trip. Nothing with the way he prepared your favorite snacks, with the help of Kirishima, for you to eat with him without even asking you to be his buddy beforehand. He knew Ochako was supposed to be your seatmate, but to hell with her, right?

“Kacchan?”

His head whipped to the side, a furious (constipated?) look on his face as he mentally scanned whoever had the audacity to enter his room uninvited at 11:54 PM on a Thursday evening. A confused and flustered Izuku Midoriya greeted him with a shy smile on his face, aware of how feral his childhood friend can turn especially when stressed, which he obviously was.

“What the fuck do you want?” Katsuki hissed as he crumpled up his scratch paper in a hostile manner.

Izuku let out a nervous chuckle, seeing death from the corner of his eyes. “So, uh, I was just passing by the corridor, not that I was spying on anyone, but I was so hungry, so I got some leftover cake, there’s still some, if you want, Kacchan, and I was about to leave when—“

“For fuck’s sake, cut to the chase already!” the ash blond shouted, nearly making Midoriya’s soul depart his earth-sunken body.

“I came across (Y/N), and she told me to give this back to you.”

In his shaking hands laid Kacchan’s black earphones, neatly tied with a note adorning where the cable organizer and the cord met. His face betrayed him when his lips tugged into a smile, one that Izuku didn’t miss.

“You seem happy, Kacchan.” The green-haired boy smiled back at him. Bakugou realized that Midoriya was still in the room, making all traces of happiness disappear completely.

“Go away, Deku.” His gaze shifted to the note as his childhood friend carefully closed the door.

He shouldn’t have been that anxious to see that note.

He shouldn’t have silently wished for it to be one of his innocent fantasies.

And he shouldn’t have felt his heart race when he saw that it was.

I can’t sleep. Can you?

Not that I’m wishing you to not be. But in the miraculous event that you’re as much of an insomniac as I am, my room is well open for a guest at this late time of night.

His feet acted before him, instanty walking out of his room, fresh out of a shower, wanting to look his best for he didn’t know what. As long as it had you in the equation, he immediately knew the answer.

And Bakugou knew that was not like him at all.

You—in all your glory—with that stupid face, and that stupid smile, that stupid laugh I can’t get out of my head even if I tried. What have you done to me?

And that’s how he found himself tangled in your embrace at 3AM, answering each other’s questions about life, dumb stuff, or anything in general. You started to know more about this explosive boy in your arms, and as quick as they were, you acknowledged that hell, you were falling for him—avoiding him for the longest because you didn’t want to confirm your suspicion and coming into terms with the shitty excuse of “I don’t want to get in his way” you made and letting it go.

Bakugou Katsuki now had to get used to the weird explosive feeling of love in his chest.

note: hi!! this is actually my first imagine here on tumblr and it’s like 3am and my back Hurts hurts so please excuse any typos bc i haven’t properly proofread this yet D: i hope you guys liked it!! i’m actually kinda nervous ish hshehshsh have a good evening <33

• Genre: Fluff, Comedy
• Word Count: 1,117 
• Pairing: Reader x Liliadent 
• World: Prince of Tennis

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You were freaking out, honestly.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but you were feeling pretty nervous. Why? Because Atobe Keigo decided to host an Easter festival and was handing out jobs left and right, even to students that didn’t even attend Hyotei Gakuen. Fate was totally on your side – not – because Atobe had decided that you would be the perfect person to purchase the flower arrangements for the festival. The problem? You knew absolutely nothing about flowers. How could he trust you with such a task? You felt as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders.

You bent down in front of the rows of flowers, holding your head in your hands. What in the world were you going to do? You had no idea.

“Are you okay?” The Japanese was timid and unsure with a strong accent lacing the words.

You threw your head back to look at the boy standing behind you. You blinked your eyes quickly to see if you were staring at a hallucination. This boy was clearly not of Japanese descent, but damn was he gorgeous! Silky blonde locks reached to his broad shoulders, bangs falling over crystal blue eyes. You felt your cheeks start to burn due to a mixture of his good looks and the fact that you were now staring at him.

“Excuse me?”

You snapped out of your daze, shooting up so quick that you bumped into the table. Fear overcame you as the vases began to wobble back and forth, but thankfully none of them fell. You sent the shopkeeper a sheepish smile to which she responded with a glare. You sighed, turning back to the boy and answering in English. “I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

His eyes widened in surprise, his confidence rising as he switched to his native tongue. “You speak English?”

You nodded, giving him a peace sign. “I’m half and half!”

He smiled at you, thankful to have someone to speak to in English. “Do you need help with something? You seem kind of distressed.”

“Ah…” You suddenly remembered your problem and started to sway where you stood, your skin turning pale as you muttered under your breath in Japanese. “Atobe is going to kill me if I mess this up.”

He tilted his head to the side, taking a moment to register the Japanese. One word stuck out more than the rest. “Atobe? You know him?”

You nodded once, feeling as if your soul was being drained from your body. “He sent me to get flowers for his festival but he didn’t tell me which ones to get and Yukimura-chan is away visiting family so he couldn’t help me and what the hell am I supposed to do?”

He covered his mouth to stifle his laughter.

You scowled at him, lightly smacking his arm. “It’s not funny! I’ll never hear the end of this if I mess it up!”

Placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, he smiled softly. “I can help you out… if you want, I mean.”

“You know about flowers?”

He nodded. “I enjoy flower arranging in my spare time.” His lithe fingers reached out and brushed the petals of the Orchids behind you. “Do you have anything specific in mind?”

You hummed, placing your index finger to your bottom lip as you looked up at the ceiling in thought. “Something that says ‘Spring’, I suppose. Do Easter flowers exist?”

“They do,” He placed his hand on the small of your back, directing you to the other end of the shop. The two of you spent the next three hours going through your choices. You knew that they not only had to match the season, but they also had to complement each other, as well. The flowers you finally decided on were Cosmos, Camellias, Daffodils, Tulips and, for the center of the arrangement, you chose Easter Lilies.

The shopkeeper created a single arrangement with the flowers you had chosen so you could see what the final result would look like.

Your eyes shined as you clasped your hands together under your chin. “It’s so beautiful!” You looked over at your companion with hopeful eyes. “What do you think?”

He nodded, smiling brightly at you. “It looks lovely. I’m sure Atobe will be pleased.”

Your eyes brightened at his words and you quickly threw your arms around his middle. “Thank you so much for your help!”

His pale cheeks dusted pink as he returned the hug. “You’re welcome.”

When you pulled back, you realized something. “I never asked for your name, how rude.”

“Liliadent Krauser of Nagoya Seitoku.”

“It’s nice to meet you!” You shook his hand with a grin. “Can I have your number, Liliadent-kun?”

“Please, Krauser is fine.” He rubbed his warm cheek before pulling out his cellphone.

You took it and quickly entered your number, writing your name in English for him. “Krauser-kun, then~ Call me sometime, okay? Maybe we can hang out at the festival!” You called your number from his phone so you’d have his number before handing it back to him.

“That sounds fun.”

You happened to glance at the clock hanging on the wall and cursed. “Ah! I have to go, my brother is going to kill me for being late!”

Before he could respond, you ran out of the shop, feeling much happier than when you entered. Not only had you picked out an amazing arrangement for the festival, but you also met a super cute boy to attend the festival with. You giggled to yourself as you thought about it, narrowly missing the pole that almost made contact with your face.

When you finally made it home, you received a stern lecture from your older brother for returning home so late without so much as a call or text. Despite being scolded, you couldn’t stop smiling, which only seemed to frustrate the male even more. He sighed in frustration before sending you to your room so he could prepare for dinner.

After eating dinner and preparing for bed, your phone buzzed on the side table. You had received a new message, written in perfect English.

>> I’m happy I met you. Are you free tomorrow?

You bit your lip and did your best to stop the smile from spreading, but your happiness was far too high and your lips curled up as you typed your reply:

<< I am~ What do you have in mind?

The reply came quickly.

>> I want to take you out for lunch. I’ll call you tomorrow : )

Your heart fluttered. After typing your agreement, you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow with a smile glued to your face.

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Gambler’s Illusion (Giotto) ❃ Y.A.B.

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• Genre: Slice of life, fluff
• Word Count: 1,360
• Pairing: Reader x Giotto
• World: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
• Prompt:10 Colorful Eyes #7 – Orange Eyes

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“Are you sure about this?” Naomi gave you a worried look as the two of you stepped inside the casino. It was packed with people who were yelling either out of joy or anguish, the sound mixing with the high-pitched chimes of the machines.

You didn’t spare your best friend a glance as you scanned the room, a grin on your lips. “You worry too much, Nao! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well, for starters -“

But you had already taken off, weaving your way through throngs of people. She groaned, hurrying to catch up to you. She couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to this but the answer was fairly simple: Daemon Spade. The mist guardian knew how gullible you were and never missed the opportunity to take advantage of that. And this time? You just happened to mention that you had never been gambling before while watching a movie in which the main character won an insane amount of money on a slot machine.

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“Hm, that looks easy enough.”

Daemon had been passing by the living room when he heard those words and he paused, a smirk making his way to his lips as he approached you. “What looks easy?”

You motioned toward the TV. “Gambling. He pulled the handle and won a fortune, it looks easy!”

“Oh, it is quite easy, fufufufu. Would you like to learn how?”

Your eyes sparkled as you looked at him, hugging the small pillow to your chest. “Yes, please!”

“There’s one particular machine where you’re guaranteed to win every single time, but it’s located on the other side of town.”

“Really?” You jumped up, invading his personal space but he held his ground. “Which one?!”

His smirk widened. ‘Like taking a candy from a baby.’

When you had passed this information on to your best friend, asking her to accompany you to the casino, she was sure that Spade was just messing with you again, but you were stubborn as a bull and refused to listen to her warnings. You were determined to find that damned machine and become a millionaire!

And there it was, a machine of pure gold sitting in the center of the casino.

Your eyes lit up as you walked in circles around it, taking in every detail. It was shining brightly, almost as if it had its own spotlight.

Naomi frowned. Why was no one at this machine? Every other machine in the casino was taken with a line of people impatiently waiting for their turn and yet… there wasn’t a single person at this one. In fact, everyone seemed to be actively avoiding it, refusing to even look in its general direction. As if she didn’t already have a bad feeling, it was growing in the pit of her stomach.

“Alright!” You grinned, plopping down on one of the four stools that surrounded the machine. You had cashed in your savings, just over one thousand dollars, and now had a paper bucket filled with shiny coins that only worked on the machines inside the casino.

Naomi came up beside you, folding her arms over her chest. “Y/N, I really don’t think this is a good idea… just think about it for a moment! If you lose all of your savings, you’ll jus have to rely even more on Giotto, right?”

That made you pause, your smile slowly falling. You could deal with a lot of things, but being a burden to your boyfriend? It was honestly the worst feeling in the world. “But don’t you see, Nao? This is why I have to! At this rate, I can never hope to repay the kindness he’s shown me so I have to take the chance!”

The truth of the matter was that you had been poor, living in an old rundown house that barely passed as livable. You couldn’t hold down a job because you were a bit slow on the uptake, something no one wanted to deal with. You had actually met Giotto while working part-time at a cafe but you had been promptly fired after you accidentally spilled his coffee on his lap. You had apologized profusely before begging your boss to give you one more chance, but he had already given you more chances than you deserved.

To this day, you’re still not sure if Giotto took pity on you or if he genuinely saw something within you, but he followed you from the cafe that day, offering you a job as his assistant. Only, he didn’t treat you like one. He rarely asked you to do anything for him and never scolded you when you fucked up, he would just smile softly and tell you it was alright. Not only that, but he even put you up in his family’s manor and bought you whatever you needed. He treated you kindly and was always patient with you. That’s why you fell in love with him, but you oftentimes felt as if you were taking advantage of that kindness.

‘But… if I really do hit the jackpot, I can finally pay him back!’ Determination filled you as you pulled a coin from the bucket, swallowing your nerves. ‘Daemon said that after twenty pulls, the jackpot is guaranteed! Let’s get this money!’ You grinned, sliding the coin into the tiny slot on the machine.

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Giotto sat at his desk, relaxing in his chair as he read over the document G had given him that morning. It had been a hectic day for him and he was only just getting around to reading it. Just as he lowered the pen to the page, the office doors burst open followed by you running into the room with tears in your eyes. This put him on high alert, but he remained calm so he could assess the situation.

You fell to your knees in front of him, your arms around his waist as you sobbed into his shirt.

“Mi amore, whatever is the matter?” he inquired softly, running his hand through your hair.

You sniffled, slowly explaining what had transpired over the past couple of days. “I went to the casino with my savings and I was so sure that I would win but the tokens just kept disappearing and I kept thinking ‘this will definitely be the one!’ but it was never the one, Giotto, I’m so sorry!”

“Breath, my love,” Giotto frowned as he processed this information. “What would possess you to go gambling?”

You felt embarrassed telling him the truth, but you knew he deserved to know so you told him everything. “I-I’m sorry! I just wanted to pay you back so bad and I was so sure I could win…”

He cupped your cheeks gently, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. “Mi amore, you don’t have to pay me back. I’m more than happy to provide for you and I expect nothing in return.”

“That’s the problem!” you frowned, hand resting over his own. “You’re too nice to me and you’re totally letting me take advantage of that!”

A smile slid onto his lips. “Y/N, you are the love of my life and I will always be here to take care of you. It’s my job as your future husband, after all.”

Your eyes widened, meeting those beautiful orange eyes you had grown to love. “You… want to marry me?”

“Of course, I do.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Promise me you won’t return to the casino.”

“I promise…”

“Good. Shall we dine out tonight? We can visit whatever restaurant you’d like.”

“Sure!” You grinned, pulling yourself to your feet. “I’ll go get ready!”

His eyes followed you from the room before he stood up. Giotto was a kind and patient man, but he did not enjoy Daemon using you as a plaything, something he had warned the male about on multiple occasions already. Yes, he was kind and patient, until someone fucked with his beloved Y/N.

He straightened his tie as he stepped out of his office, intent on finding his mist guardian and giving him a piece of his mind.

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• Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comedy, Easter 
• Word Count: 1,054 
• Pairing: Reader x Niou 
• World: Prince of Tennis

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Your eyes sparkled as you stared at the bunny rabbits hopping around in their cages. It was a pet shot that specialized in small, furry animals – rabbits, hamsters, chinchillas, and other small critters. It was easily your biggest weakness. They’re just so cute and adorable, you want to bring them all into your arms and hug them.

Niou followed you quietly as you walked around the shop, looking for the ‘perfect’ rabbit – Atobe had made it quite clear that it needed to be the perfect one for the Easter festival, whatever that meant.

You glanced to the right and froze, meeting the eyes of a rather large rabbit with bright blue eyes. His fur was black and white, striped like a tiger’s fur. You had never seen such a beautiful creature in your life. You approached his cage, never losing eye contact. He seemed to… speak to you and you knew instantly that you had to have him.

Arms wrapped around your waist, Niou resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at the rabbit curiously. “Never seen a rabbit like that before.”

“I know. Isn’t he gorgeous?!”

Niou smirked at your excitement. “You want this one, then?”

You nodded furiously, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Yukimura had entrusted both of you to find Atobe’s perfect rabbit for his festival, which meant that Niou had to agree, as well, before it could be bought.

“Hmm~ I dunno. I think we can find a better one.”

“Please, Niou!”

“Convince me.” His smirk grew, turning you around to face him.

You quickly caught on to the implication and smiled, grabbing his tie to pull him down to your level. Your lips crashed against one another, moving in perfect synch as if they had danced it a thousand times before. You pressed your body against his, tugging lightly on his bottom lip as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Pretty please, Niou-kun~?”

He pecked your lips, his smirk turning into a smile as he nodded. “Puri~”

“Yes!” You threw your fist into the air in victory as he approached the shopkeeper, informing the older man of your decision. Atobe had called ahead and authorized the payment to be billed to his card, so all you had to do was choose the items needed for the rabbit. “Hmm, a metal cage is probably best. If you eat the plastic, you’ll get sick.”

The rabbit, who you decided to name Tora due to its markings, cocked his head to the side at your words. You nearly squealed at how cute he looked.

Niou returned, grabbing your hand and threading his fingers with yours. “The shopkeeper said to let him know once we’ve picked everything out.”

“We should pick a cage first.” You dragged him to the other end of the shop where the cages were boxed and neatly stacked on shelves. “It needs to be metal.”

“What about this?” He pointed to the very first one his eyes found and you scowled.

“That’s way too small!”

He rubbed his chin in thought. “He’s gonna be staying with Atobe, right? So why not get him a castle?”

“I don’t think they make – ” your words died off when you followed his finger. Sure enough, a box nearly the same height as the room stood towering over the other boxes. A brilliant castle made of sterling silver decorated the box. According to the list of features, it even came with its own mote around the castle complete with a drawbridge. Your eye twitched as you stared at it. “That seems… a bit excessive…”

“Well, it is for Atobe and he is paying.”

“Yeah, but – ”

“Don’t you want little rabbit-chan to have the very best?” He grinned when you froze, knowing he had won. This was going to be great.

“You’re right! Our child needs the best we can provide!” You nodded with determination.

“Our child? When did that happen?” He raised a brow. “And we’re not technically the ones providing.”

You ignored him, already approaching the shopkeeper to let him know which cage you wanted. Niou sweatdropped as the man asked over and over if you were sure. It was hella expensive and he knew it wasn’t your money that was buying said expensive item. You scowled at him after he asked for the fifth time, slamming your hand on the counter.

“Atobe-san trusted us enough to come and pick out these items, did he not? Don’t question our decisions!”

The shopkeep quickly apologized and began adding up everything you wanted. Niou snickered at your attitude as you rushed back and forth, picking up rabbit food and toys and anything else that caught your eye. He leaned against you when you finished, waiting for the man to finish ringing up the items.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit too much?” He questioned, watching the pile of toys and treats steadily grow as they were rung up.

“Of course not! Like you said, the best for our baby.”

“It’s a rabbit…”

You scowled at him and he shrugged, pecking your cheek. You were so cute, he didn’t really mind you claiming the rabbit as your shared child. It’d be true one day, anyway.

Little did he know, Niou was the one forced to put the cage together. Never had he regretted his choices more than he did at that moment. He felt like walking away several times, Atobe could easily hire someone to do it, but every time he looked over at you, his will wavered. You had decided to help him, despite him telling you it wasn’t necessary, but you were just as floored and overwhelmed as he was.

You were frowning down at the instructions, your brow furrowed in concentration. You couldn’t make heads nor tails of the damn thing.

Niou chuckled, breaking your concentration. “You’re so cute when you’re frustrated,”

“Shut up.” You muttered, feeling your cheeks burn.

With new resolve, he pecked your cheek before returning to work. It took both of you nearly six hours to piece the cage together. All of the frustration was worth it in the end as you both viewed the masterpiece.

“I kinda wanna live there,” Niou commented.

“It’s bigger than my bedroom. And my living room… I’ve never been so jealous of a rabbit before…”

“Puri~”

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Brushing Hands (Fuji Shuusuke) The Dummies Guide to Relationships

Table of Contents

• Genre: Fluff, Friendship
• Word Count: 319
• Pairing: Reader x Fuji
• World: Prince of Tennis

When she brushes your hand…
grab hers.

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“Man, Shuu, how did you get so good at pool?” you scowled as you walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed into your pockets. “You totally smoked me!”

Shuusuke chuckled, bringing his hand to his mouth. “I’ve been playing for a long time now. You were really good, though.”

“But not good enough, ne?” you nudged his shoulder with your own. “Well, next time I’m gonna beat you, just you wait.”

He smiled, cocking his head to the side. “I’ll be looking forward to that, Y/N-chan.”

You had a lot of fun spending the day with him, even if he did annihilate you at pool. These days, it was rare to be able to spend time with him because he was always busy with tennis or schoolwork, preparing for high school. You understood this, of course, so you took full advantage of these rare opportunities that you got with him.

You glanced over at him, watching the wind lightly ruffling his brown locks. A smile sat on his face for no reason at all, but it just made him more attractive, in your opinion. You bit your lip as your hand brushed against his own, so light that you wondered if he had even felt it. You wanted to hold his hand but you didn’t want to cross the line or make things awkward between you, so it was easy to resist the urge to just grab his hand. He did notice though, sending you a curious look. You turned your head away quickly, feeling your cheeks heating up.

To your surprise, he slid his hand into yours, lacing his fingers through your own before bringing your hand up so he could press a soft kiss to your skin. Despite the heat of your face, you couldn’t hold back the smile tugging at your lips which he returned, his cerulean eyes shining with warmth and love as they met yours.

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• Genre: Comedy, School, Fluff
• Word Count: 1,646 
• Pairing: Reader x Shishido 
• World: The Prince of Tennis

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When you woke up that morning, a bad feeling overcame you. Your instincts were rarely wrong and you knew that something annoying was bound to happen. True enough, Atobe himself was standing at the school entrance waiting for you. As soon as your eyes met, you darted in the opposite direction. He had tried to give chase but, thanks to his fangirls, he hadn’t been able to move. Who knew fangirls could actually be useful?

The rest of the day was spent avoiding Hyotei’s king at all costs. You knew that whatever he wanted, it wouldn’t end well for you. The looks of the regulars didn’t help ease your mind, either, since you shared almost every class with at least one of them. What annoyed you the most, though, was Oshitari’s smug smirk. You were determined not to get caught up in whatever disaster the tennis team was about to bring, but you forgot one important detail:

Atobe Keigo is the king, and the king always gets his way.

When the final bell rang, you already had your bag packed and tried to dart out of the room before Oshitari could stop you. Of course, the king had anticipated this and every single regular was already standing outside of your classroom. They were fast, but there was no way in hell they were that fast. Had they skipped class?

Oshitari chuckled from behind you, resting his hand on your shoulder. “I’m afraid Atobe would like to speak to you. There’s nowhere to run, YN.”

You sighed in defeat. “Well, it was worth a try, wasn’t it?”

His lips twitched up into a smirk as he turned his gaze to the brunette. “Shishido, grab their arm just to be safe.”

“Is that really necessary, Oshitari-kun?” you questioned, placing your hands on your hips. “I know there’s no getting out of it. I won’t try and run.”

“I would rather not take the risk.” He pushed up those fake glasses of his, mischief twinkling within his dark eyes. It was clear to you that he had an ulterior motive, but asking about it was useless.

Doing as he was told, Shishido lightly gripped your upper arm. The regulars formed a barrier around you and you felt the urge to facepalm. You were definitely going to give that monkey king a piece of your mind for this!

Shishido cleared his throat and leaned down a bit, his voice low as he addressed you. “Sorry about this…”

“It’s fine – ” your words died in your throat when you glanced over at him. He refused to look at you, keeping his chocolate brown eyes trained directly in front of him. His cheeks had turned a light hue of red. You blinked in confusion. “Shishido-san… are you blushing?”

“Of course not!” He snapped, quickly looking away from you. Gakuto started to crack up and Oshitari’s smirk grew. The others hadn’t heard the exchange and only looked between the four of you with confusion.

You expected to hear screaming fans when you got close to the tennis courts, but it was completely silent and there wasn’t a fan in sight. How had he managed to pull that off?

“Atobe’s butler is selling regulars merchandise near the entrance of the school,” Oshitari commented with a glance at you. “The fans flocked to it instantly.”

“They’re creepy!” Gakuto pouted, folding his arms over his chest. “That stupid plushy looks nothing like me!”

“You’re just mad that he made one of you and Yuushi hugging.” Shishido scoffed, enjoying the redhead’s cry of anger.

“Hmm, if I buy one, will you guys sign it?” You knew signed products sold for quite a pretty penny, especially at a school full of crazy rich kids.

“Of course.” “No way!” The pair chorused.

You tried to hide your laughter behind your hand but failed miserably. Although they could be annoying, the regulars could also be pretty amusing as they interacted with one another.

“Arn~ what’s so funny?” Atobe raised a brow when he saw your body shaking with laughter.

“Dirty pair,” you managed out before another round of giggles stopped you from talking. Yuushi and Atobe were the only ones that knew about the pairing name. The rest just looked at you, wondering what the hell you were going on about.

“Don’t worry, Y/N-hime.” Atobe ran his fingers through his purple locks. “If you comply with our demands, ore-sama will ensure that you get a plush for every regular and pairing.”

“Pairing?” Shishido wrinkled his nose. “The hell is that?”

“I don’t want anyone to have a plush of me!” Gakuto cried, grabbing onto his doubles partner. “Make him stop, Yuushi!”

Yuushi said nothing as he shook the redhead off before throwing his arm over your shoulder. “Come along, we don’t have all day.”

“What is it you want from me anyway?” You questioned, wiping away the last of your tears; you hadn’t laughed that hard in a while.

“Ore-sama is hosting an Easter festival,” Atobe announced, taking his usual seat underneath an umbrella. The rest of the regulars sat on the benches, minus Yuushi who kept his iron grip on your shoulders and Jirou who had been asleep in the stands the whole time. “There’s a lot of work to be done and not much time to do it, so ore-sama expects his friends to pull their weight as well.”

“But we’re not friends.” You told him. “And what weight are you pulling?”

His eye twitched, but he didn’t allow his smirk to leave his lips. “Don’t be so cold, hime. Of course, we are friends! And if you must know, ore-sama is organizing the entire festival!”

“In other words, you’re sitting there ordering people around.”

Twitch.

Muffled laughter.

“You can’t have an Easter festival without eggs. We will be having decorating contests, as well as easter egg hunts, so I’m sending you to collect the eggs.”

‘He ignored my comment’, you scowled. “Why me? Shouldn’t that be a job for one of your servants?”

“All of them are preoccupied with other matters.”

“Of course they are.”

“Ore-sama will be paying for them.” He produced his black and gold card from his wallet. “You’re simply the delivery person.”

“How flattering.” You sighed, grabbing the card from his hand. You just wanted to get this over with so you could go back to avoiding him. “How many?”

“Five thousand.”

You choked on air. Yuushi patted your back harder than necessary until you were breathing somewhat normal again. “F-Five thousand eggs?! Are you crazy?!”

He opened his mouth to respond but you quickly held your hand up to stop him.

“Don’t answer that, I know you’re crazy!”

“That’s rude, hime.”

“Do you even hear yourself? There’s no way I’m going to find a store willing to sell me five thousand eggs! The chances of finding one with that many on hand will be hard enough!”

Atobe felt his level of annoyance rise, but he refrained from cutting you off, letting you rant and rave until you were out of breath – which didn’t take long seeing as you had just regained the ability to breathe normally. When you started to huff, he finally spoke up. “Are you done?”

“…”

“Michael has called ahead and has the eggs being held for you. All you have to do is pay and pick them up. A car is waiting for you.”

Already feeling exhausted, you just turned around and headed for the exit.

“Shishido will be going with you.” Atobe’s voice made you pause.

“What?! Why me?!” Shishido protested, his cheeks dusting with pink. He met Yuushi’s eyes and knew that this had been the plan the whole time. It was no secret among the regulars that Shishido had a major crush on you. Of course, he never had any intention of acting upon it, so Atobe took it upon himself to force the two of you together.

“Is there a problem? Arn~” Atobe smirked at the brunette, daring him to question his authority.

With a scowl, Shishido stuffed his hands in his pockets and brushed past you. You sent Yuushi a look before following the brunette out the school gate.

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True to his word, a car was waiting to take you both to your destination. As it turned out, you had to visit eight different stores in order to get the whole amount he had requested – each store was located between Tokyo and Kanagawa prefecture. By the time you visited the last store, it was well past ten at night. The driver was willing to take you both home, but you declined, telling him to get the eggs back to Atobe, safe and sound.

“Thanks for giving me a hand.” You smiled up at him as you made your way home. Thankfully, you both lived in the same direction.

“It would’ve taken longer alone.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“True~ but I know you didn’t want to come along. I don’t blame you, though. Atobe is such a pain.” You sighed, brushing the hair away from your face. Who knew buying eggs could be so exhausting?

“I didn’t mind…” He muttered under his breath, feeling his cheeks start to burn.

You hummed, fighting back the smile that tried to take over your lips. Although Shishido was sure only a few of the regulars knew about his feelings, it had been pretty obvious to you from the start.

“Shishido-kun~” You slipped your hand into his with a smile. “I like you too.”

“W-What is this all of sudden?!” He scowled at you but didn’t try to remove his hand. Instead, his grip tightened as he looked away from you.

You chuckled, lightly swinging your hands back and forth between the two of you. He didn’t need to admit it out loud – his actions spoke a thousand times louder than his words could.

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Text Back (Tachibana Kippei) The Dummies Guide to Relationships

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• Genre: Slice of Life
• Word Count: 535
• Pairing: Reader x Tachibana
• World: The Prince of Tennis

If he doesn’t text you back…
don’t jump to conclusions.

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You sat with a couple of your friends at a local cafe, enjoying the Saturday afternoon since you had no other plans. Your boyfriend was missing in action at the moment, but you weren’t too concerned, figuring he was just busy with practice. While your friends were chatting excitedly about the latest fashion trends, you were sitting across from them, quietly sipping your drink. You were the farthest thing from a fashionista so you really had no clue what the hell they were going on about, but you also didn’t want to be rude and try to change the subject when they were having so much fun.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you tugged it open, smiling when your boyfriend’s name popped up on the screen. Being the nosy friends they were, Naomi and Ryuu exchanged a look before sneaking up behind you to read the message over your shoulder.

[Kippei <3: Where are you?]

“Suspicious~” Naomi sang, glancing over at Ryuu who nodded in agreement.

“Why does he need to know where you are?”

You rolled your eyes at their dramatics, sending a reply to let him know you were relaxing at the cafe with your two idiotic best friends. Five minutes passed by without a reply and they returned to their seats across from you, sending you looks of sympathy that had you quirking a brow. “What’s that look for?”

“Don’t you get it?” Naomi frowned, sending a look to Ryuu.

“He’s totally cheating on you.”

“What?” you blinked, tilting your head to the side in confusion. What were they going on about?

“Think about it,” Ryuu commented, taking a long sip of his drink. “He asked where you were, right? Why would he do that? Because he wanted to make sure you were out of the picture.”

“Then he didn’t respond,” Naomi continued. “Why? Because he’s too busy with his side piece now that you’re not around.”

You resisted the strong urge to slam your head against the table. What was wrong with your friends? And more importantly, why were you still friends with them? “That’s ridiculous, guys. He’s probably just busy with practice, it happens.”

“Whatever you say,” Ryuu replied haughtily. The two continued on, whispering to one another as if you couldn’t hear them talking about how sorry they felt for you and how horrible men could be. They said this, but they had a new partner every other weak, which made no sense to you.

While they were distracted, they failed to notice your phone vibrating again with Kippei’s reply.

[Kippei <3: Me and the boys are busy with practice. When we’re done, we’ll meet up and have dinner, ok? Maybe we can catch that movie you’ve been wanting to see. I love you :)]

You smiled softly at the message before composing your own, ‘Have fun and be safe. I love you too! <3’ Satisfied, you slid the phone back into your pocket, smiling like a fool as you propped your cheek in your palm, watching your friends. They were now bickering about who wore the best outfit at some award show. They were so strange and could often be infuriating, but they certainly were entertaining.

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Don’t Let Go (Hisoka) The Dummies Guide to Relationships

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• Genre: Fluff
• Word Count: 384
• Pairing: Reader x Hisoka
• World: Hunter x Hunter

When she pushes or hits you…
grab her and don’t let go.

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“You’re such an ass, Hisoka. Everything is one big game to you,” you scowled, glaring at the red-headed male on the other side of the hotel room. He simply chuckled in reply, leaning against the wall as he watched her closely, nothing but a fluffy white towel around his waist. “You’re so damn infuriating!”

“And yet you haven’t left me,” he laughed that creepy little laugh of his, pushing off the wall and closing the distance between the two of you. “I wonder why that is.”

You scoffed, eyes narrowing at him. “Don’t get cocky, I can leave whenever the hell I want to.” To prove your point, you shoved past him, heading for the door with the full intention of leaving, at least for a little bit. Being locked up in the same room with him for so long was driving you up a wall and you needed a break.

Hisoka didn’t miss a beat, roughly pulling you back against his naked chest, arms secure around your waist and nose buried in your hair. You tried your hardest to pull yourself from his grip, but he was much stronger than you and you knew it was fruitless unless he chose to release you.

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

You could hear the pout in his voice and you rolled your eyes, pinching his arm with your nails but it had the opposite effect, his grip tightening. “I’m serious, Hisoka. Let go.”

“Don’t leave.” His voice was so soft, so vulnerable, that you almost didn’t hear it and you had to question if you had heard him right. “Please.”

It was rare for him to show this side of himself to you, not wanting to appear weak even to you, and it made your heart melt. He was an infuriating male and you oftentimes wondered if he actually loved you or if he was just playing with you for his own damn amusement but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love him. He had fully captured your heart, whether he meant to or not. With a huff of defeat, you let yourself lean back against him, his body relaxing at the movement.

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” you muttered, earning a chuckle in reply.

“I’m your pain in the ass.”

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Manager of My Heart (Yaku Morisuke)

This was written for the Can I Speak to the Manager? Haikyuu!! collab event. Make sure you head over and check out the other fics posted there, as well, and give the collab creator, @momochimo, a follow as well!

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• Genre: Fluff, slice of life
• Word Count: 2,064
• Pairing: Reader x Yaku
• World: Haikyuu
• Notes:I’m not sure how I feel about this one. I like it, but I wonder if I could have gone in a different direction and made it better lol Hopefully you enjoy it and I hope it’s worthy of this collab. Thank you so much for allowing me to participate!

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You frowned at the application form sitting on your desk, filled in and ready to be handed over. The problem was that you were unsure if you actually wanted to turn it in. What you were sure of was that such an action would completely throw you off of your current path, derailing you onto a more hectic one. You knew nothing about sports either, but you did know one thing – everyone that played volleyball is certainly clinically insane. Even so, you had promised your childhood friend that you’d at least try and be social at your new school, and maybe this was the way to do just that. Maybe you could even come to understand your best friend more.

You had grown up watching Tanaka Ryuunosuke playing volleyball. He was obsessed with the sport but you just never got it. What was so fun about hitting a ball over a net? He had tried relentlessly to get you into it, too, but sports just wasn’t your thing. Still, you tried every single time because you wanted to make him happy. He was the only one who tried to befriend you as kids and continued hanging out with you despite your introverted nature. In a way, it felt as if you owed him.

When class came to an end, you gathered your things and slowly made your way to the gym where Nekoma’s volleyball team was getting set up for practice. You still hadn’t decided to join the team, but you at least wanted to check them out and get a feel for their members. You settled down at the top of the bleachers, pulling out a notepad so you could jot down your thoughts.

Your eyes scanned each member of the team as they entered the gym, beginning their warmups. Ryuu had given you the basic rundown on the Nekoma players already, describing them so you’d already know their names if you decided to join the team – which he encouraged you to do on more than one occasion.

The captain, Kuroo, was rumored to be a big flirt and Ryuu had told you to avoid him. Kai, the vice-captain, was often complimented for his kindness. He’s the only one you had interacted with thus far and that’s because he was assigned to show you around when you first transferred. Kozume was a close friend of Hinata and an introvert like you. You were sure you had more in common with him than with anyone else, but two introverts trying to become friends spelled disaster in your mind. It honestly sounded painful to you. Yamamoto was, from Hinata’s explanation, the Nekoma version of Ryuu, meaning he’s a total idiot who goes crazy over girls way out of his league. Then there’s Lev, that ridiculously tall first year. And…

Your eyes fell on the short libero, Yaku. To you, he was easily the most gorgeous member of the team and your heart started to pick up speed as you watched him. Why hadn’t Ryuu mentioned how cute he is? You had never been interested in relationships or dating, you’ve never even had a crush on anyone before, but it felt as if all that changed when your eyes fell on him. If you had to describe how it felt, you’d compare it to one of those shoujou anime that Ryuu’s older sister made you watch as a kid. You could just hear that cliche music playing, upbeat and romantic, the teen being surrounded by sparkles and flowers, shining so much brighter than the rest of the team. It was like you were seeing him through rose-tinted glasses.

You suddenly slapped yourself across the face. “What the hell is wrong with me? Get a hold of yourself.” You silently cursed Ryuu’s sister, wanting anyone else to blame other than your racing heart or your overworked mind. ‘There is no way in hell I’m going to sign up to be a manager just because of a boy. No way, no how!’ And yet… you didn’t stand up and leave like you wanted to. You continued sitting there, your eyes following his every move. He was graceful yet powerful, returning balls you didn’t think could be returned. You had this overwhelming urge to protect him, to protect that beautiful smile of his.

You were sure you were going to regret it, but you had finally made your decision.

You were going to become Nekoma’s manager.

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Today was an exciting day.

The volleyball team was excited to be taking on Karasuno and you were excited to see your best friend again. You had kept in contact, of course, but talking on the phone just wasn’t the same as seeing him in person. When you stepped on the bus, your eyes immediately fell to Yaku who sat at the very back of the bus. When he noticed you approaching, he offered you a soft smile.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

You smiled brightly at the sound of his voice, settling down beside him so that he was between you and the window. “Good morning, Yaku-senpai~”

“You seem happy this morning.”

“Is it that obvious?” you rubbed the back of your neck, a sheepish grin on your lips. “It’s just that I haven’t been back home since I transferred. I’ve missed it.”

He bit his lip, turning his face away from you. You still consider Miyagi to be your home and not Tokyo? What if you decided you wanted to stay instead of returning with Nekoma? He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. No, there’s no way you would do that.

“Is something wrong?” you inquired softly, leaning forward to see his face but he just smiled.

“No, nothing.”

“Are you sure? If something’s bothering you, please let me know, senpai.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he reassured you with a gentle pat on your head.

You smiled, relishing the warmth of his hand.

“Y/N!” Yamamoto rushed to the back of the bus, a determined look on his face.

You quirked a brow at him, the smile wiped from your face. “Yes?”

“Don’t you dare go falling for any of those country boys!” he demanded, shaking his finger at you.

“That won’t be happening,” you scoffed, folding your arms over your chest. “Yaku-senpai is the only one for me.”

Yaku’s cheeks burned at the statement and he sent you a look. “You shouldn’t joke around like that, Y/N. People might get the wrong idea.”

“Hai, hai~” you chuckled in reply.

Crocodile tears fell from Yamamoto’s eyes as he fell to his hands and knees. “Yaku is so lucky!”

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When the bus finally pulled up in front of Karasuno high, the other team was waiting outside to greet you, the morning sun bearing down on them like a blanket of warmth. You were the first one off the bus, shoving Yamamoto out of the way in your haste. Your eyes scanned the students but you didn’t see your best friend. A blur of black and gray streaked in front of you before you felt arms wrap tightly around your boy.

“Y/N!” Ryuu screamed in your ear, spinning you around while you laughed.

Yaku frowned when he stepped off the bus, his eyes falling to the arms around you. You had always been a bit more on the reserved side but he liked to believe that you had opened up in the year since you became Nekoma’s manager. Yet he had never seen you laugh like that. What made this guy so special?

Yamamoto fell to his knees, more crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks. “It’s too late! Y/N has fallen for their country charms already!”

Kuroo snickered. “Did you forget that Y/N transferred from Karasuno?”

“Ah…” his tears stopped suddenly and he blinked a couple of times before jumping up, a grin on his lips. “That means that these country bumpkins were so boring that Y/N came to us!”

Ryuu’s eye twitched as he set you down. “Oi, what’d you just say?”

“You heard me! Y/N loves us more!” A streak of lightning sparked between the two males as they stared each other down.

You chose to ignore them, approaching the older students. “It’s good to see you again, Suga-senpai. Sawamura-senpai.”

“You, too,” Daichi smiled, ruffling your hair.

“Have you settled in okay?” Suga fussed, hands on his hips as he scanned your body. “No one is bullying you, are they?”

“As if we’d let that happen!” Yamamoto snapped back.

“You better not!” Ryuu replied, just as loudly despite being right in front of him.

Daichi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “One is bad enough, now there’s two.”

You and Suga just laughed, completely unsympathetic to the captain’s plight.

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You sat beneath the large tree behind the gym, the breeze ruffling your hair. Birds were chirping somewhere above you, not at all bothered by the loud ruckus taking place inside the gymnasium. As Nekoma’s manager, you shouldbe inside cheering them on and taking notes about their performance, but you started to feel more overwhelmed than you had been expecting so you needed a moment to calm down and gather your thoughts.

“What are you doing out here?”

The voice instantly brought a smile to your face which you directed toward the short male standing over you. “I just needed some fresh air.”

Yaku put his hand on his hip, brow furrowed. “You’ve been gone for nearly fifteen minutes.”

“Has it really been that long?” you questioned in surprise, pulling yourself to your feet and giving him a bow. “I apologize, senpai. I’ll return to the gym now.”

You tried to step past him but he took hold of your wrist, his grip gentle but firm. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

The corner of your lips twitched up. “Hm, so you do care about me, Yaku-senpai?”

Pink dusted his cheeks and he quickly looked away. “O-Of course, I do. It’s my job as your senpai!”

You hummed softly, tilting your head back to look at the sky filtered through the leaves above. “The truth is… I really miss this place. I didn’t realize just how much until I came back.”

Yaku frowned, taking note of the sadness in your eyes – a stark contrast to the smile on your lips. He didn’t like seeing you upset but he was especially concerned over this piece of information. Were you not happy back in Tokyo? Did you want to transfer back to Karasuno? His heart ached at the thought and he realized he didn’t want to lose you. You had become not only a core member of the team, but an important person to him as well.

“Tell me what’s bothering you.”

His eyes met yours. “Don’t use that line on me. It only works if you’re the senpai.”

“I may not be your senpai, but -” you stepped toward him and he swallowed hard when you rested your hand against his warm cheek. “You’re going to be my husband one day, so it’s my job to look after you. I suppose the manager position entitles me to that, as well.”

He sputtered at your declaration, his eyes wide. “T-That’s not funny, Y/N.”

“Good thing it’s not because I’m not joking.” You removed your hand so you could press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m gonna head back inside. Don’t stay out here too long, okay? Nekoma needs their amazing libero.” You gave him a smile before turning around and heading toward the gym, but you paused before turning the corner, looking back at him. “If you’re worried about me moving back here, you have nothing to worry about. As much as I miss Miyagi and Karasuno, I found someone much more important back in Tokyo that I’m not willing to give up.”

Yaku knew you were talking about him. His face burned and, just like he had no control over his heart hammering against his ribs, he also had no control over the bright smile that came to his lips or the warmth that filled his body. To say he was relieved about this news was an understatement and though he may not yet be ready to admit his feelings for you, he was happy knowing just how much you cared for him and that you had no intention of leaving him behind.

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Table of Contents

• Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life
• Word Count: 392
• Pairing: Reader x College! Atobe
• World: Prince of Tennis

If he wants a guy’s night out…
don’t complain.

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Keigo walked into the living room of your apartment, seeing you relaxing on the sofa as you watched a movie. For a moment, he just stood off to the side, clearing his throat to try and get your attention, but you were so engrossed in the movie that you weren’t paying him any mind. Holding back a huff, he moved to stand between you and the TV, his arms over his chest.

“Come on, Kei, it was just getting to the good part,” you complained, trying to see around his body.

“I’m going out with Oshitari and Kabaji tonight,” he announced, his eyes scanning your face for your reaction.

You simply shrugged one shoulder, still trying to peer around him. “Alright, have fun and give them my best. Now move~”

Atobe chuckled, pecking your lips before heading to the door to put on his shoes. He glanced at you again to check for your reaction, but you were focused on the movie, not looking the least bit upset. What had Oshitari been talking about? He had mentioned that you would most likely be upset that Atobe was going out with his friends instead of spending time with you, but you seemed completely normal and unbothered by his decision.

You loved Atobe and you enjoyed spending time with him, but even being in love didn’t mean that you wanted to spend every second of your life with him. He had his own life, his own friends and you frankly didn’t care what he did. You trusted him, knowing that he wasn’t the type of man that would cheat on his partner. As long as he made time for you, which he always did, you didn’t mind him going out and enjoying his life with his friends.

He had his own life to live and you weren’t going to stop him. The thought of being the reason for his regrets was more than enough to keep you from trying to control him. Besides, you also had your own life to live, even if that meant just relaxing on the sofa and watching an action movie alone.

Atobe paused in the doorway, glancing back at you once more with a loving smile on his lips. “I love you, honey. I’ll be home in a few hours.”

You returned his smile. “Love you, too. Be safe.”

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v-day ; levi squad + hange

warnings just cute stuff with my babies

genre fluff, modern au

word count0.7k

inspo honestly, i’m going through an armin brainrot phase so

synopsisstill sad and mourning so here’s how i cope with aot ( again )

a/n i miss sasha so i needed to make one of these for valentines day activities ( isayama, if you ever see this. i’m under your bed )

eren yeager;

• literally gone when you wake up
• and you know exactly why ‘cause he does it every year
• to say eren goes all out for valentines day would be an understatement
• even though it happens every year, you never get tired of his planned out scavenger hunts
• he has you run around the city for clues and it brings you to places the both of you have been before and of course, it ends with you meeting him at some restaurant or even back at home
• ( you prefer the restaurant because i headcanon that eren cannot cook for shit )
• but still it’s really romantic and he will not hesitate to do it again ( or something even better ) the following year

armin arlert;

• plain and simple, you’re not allowed to lift a finger
• he brings you breakfast in bed, he’s giving you presents, he’s running you a bath, literally anything you want he’ll do it for you
• ( it’s like this on a regular basis but he denies that )
• and he’ll make you both a dinner ( which is actually good )
• and you guys would probably spend the rest of the night in this extravagant fort ( that armin built without a word ), watching romcoms

levi ackerman;

• you never expect much every year but you never expect nothing
• levi doesn’t really favor valentines day, he thinks it’s stupid and just a money grabber but ask that man to buy you a bouquet and he’s out the door
• he’ll give it to you with a grimace while muttering something but you still find it romantic
• but of course, grumpy still believes in the money grabbing part so he insists you guys stay in every year and he’ll cook instead
• which you don’t mind ( again, ‘cause it’s actually good compared to w.e eren would’ve made )
• every valentines day to date with levi has ended with some cheesy chick flick and he acts like he hates them but he’s definitely invested

hange zoë;

• y’all are on vacation
• every single year hange refuses to stay home for valentines day because they think it’s boring and generic
• so, ( even though you think it’s too expensive), hange flies you guys out somewhere to spend the occasion
• “we don’t need to fly out to the bahamas, hange. it’s just valentines day.”
• “but i already booked the flight.”
• you can’t complain though because spending your valentines day with hange on a beach is something you don’t mind doing every time february comes around

sasha braus;

• no matter what the circumstances are, y’all are gonna eat out on valentines day
• snow, rain, hail, y’all are going somewhere with food and sasha is determined
• and always after your dinners, you guys go home and try to make a valentines day themed treat
• which is typically unsuccessful because you have sasha as your own personal human trash disposal but it’s still romantic in the moment

jean kirstein;

• just like levi, he’ll say valentines day is pointless but he’ll still have a table booked at some fancy restaurant “just because”
• trust me, in the same breath he denies the fact he cares about the occasion he’ll be bending over backwards to get you a good gift
• and he manages outdoes himself every year somehow and will still claim the day is stupid
• definitely that one mfer that puts roses on the bed for “atmosphere purposes” when you open said gift

connie springer;

• seriously, valentines day with connie is fun
• he never sticks to anything annually
• one year you’ll celebrate at the amusement park, or at a fancy restaurant, one year even landed you two at mcdonald’s but with connie it was all the same
• i definitely see you guys just staying in one year and making personal cards for each other
• it’s a complete mess of glitter, glue, markers, and stickers but with the amount of laughter it doesn’t matter
• his card definitely had a corny dirty joke as the punchline but at this point you consider it romance

mikasa ackerman;

• mikasa and valentines day simply don’t mix
• kind of like jean and levi, she doesn’t understand it. but like genuinely, she doesn’t
• “why do i need a special day to be sweet to you? i do that every day already.”
• so, every year you have to turn the tables and do things for her that honestly come as a surprise
• she genuinely never expects the presents you get her but she always shows her gratitude and thankfulness
• and she keeps every one of them very close to her, literally still sleeps with the bear you won her on your first v—day date at a carnival

no questions asked ; kozume kenma

warningsnothing

genrefluff

word count0.7k

inspirationn/a

synopsis in which kenma leaves his stream almost immediately to join you in bed when you ask

a/n was supposed to post this last week, sorry guys also this is not my best work, my apologies !

It wasn’t common for you to crash any of Kenma’s streams. Of course you did the usual, coming to check up on him, bringing him food and water, the minimum. Even when his audience asked to see more of you, because obviously a glimpse of your sleeve or a simple greeting wasn’t enough for them, you still didn’t stay for too long.

But this occasion was different. You had been stressing for weeks over what Kenma would like to call nothing. But it was something, it was school, it was work, it was the world itself that made your shoulders feel heavy. That made you want to stay in the comfort of your bed and sleep multiple days away. But for your own world to keep spinning, you knew you had to wake up everyday and live it.

Much to your dismay.

It was draining. Today especially, your boss having you stay a couple more hours because of the lack of staff, even having you lock up.

You moved the slowest you had ever trying to change into some comfortable clothes. You were so tired and weak, all you wanted was the feeling of your face pressed against your silk pillowcase and your body encased in your boyfriend’s arms.

But of course he was in the game room, streaming at his usual hour with Kuroo and the others. Apparently with the screams of his name, Lev had tagged along too.

“Must be a special stream,” You mumbled to yourself, dragging your feet down the hall and toward the sounds of video game gunshots and yelling. You didn’t want to interrupt, but you needed Kenma more than anything.

Like always, Kenma took notice of your presence immediately. Fortunately, having won a game right as you walked in. He moved his mic from his lips to greet you, “Hey, ___. Welcome home—”

And there it was. Kenma’s quick eye and mind. He knew something was up. Maybe it was due to your body literally being slumped against the threshold, or your slow blinks, you had your bets placed on the yawn you had just emitted.

“Rough day?” His voice was solemn. He hated what you were going through just as much as you did.

All you could do was hum, resting your head on the doorway and closing your eyes. Kenma hummed himself, obviously pondering to himself.

“Hi, ___!” You heard Lev’s voice, the only thing that encouraged you to shuffle over to Kenma’s set up. The chat flooded with greets and requests for you, you were too tired to peel your eyes at them and read.

“It’s supposed to be a celebratory stream. But if you want me to come to bed with you—” Kenma was saying before you put your hands up.

“If you need to stay, I can just sleep alone.” With that, you were about to take your leave. But Kenma gripped your wrist, swinging you back around to him.

“No. Do you want me to join you?” Kenma’s hand slid down to your own, locking his fingers with yours.

You squeezed his hand. “I didn’t want to seem selfish, but yea, I do.” You admitted, borderline bashfully.

Kenma nodded. “Alright, I’m leaving.” He said so simply that it kind of shocked you.

“Bro, we just started.” Kuroo exclaimed. Kenma just shrugged, turning off his game and removing his headset.

“See you guys, tomorrow.” Kenma waved to his stream, you following suit, before shutting that down as well.

“Jeez. I guess ___ comes first, huh Kenma—?” Yaku mused, that being the last thing you heard from their phone call since Kenma left that without goodbye.

You snorted. “A bit harsh, no?” Kenma stood, already leading you out of the room.

“They’re annoying. Of course I’d choose you over a stream.” Kenma grumbled, dragging you all the way to your shared room and shared bed.

Finally, you sighed as your cheek met the fabric of your pillow. Kenma shuffling over to wrap his arms around you to spoon you.

“You’ll tell me about your day in the morning, hmm?” Kenma asked into your neck.

“Of course, Ken, good night.”

“Good night.”

winter things ; eren, armin, levi, hange, sasha, jean, connie, and mikasa

warnings this is just some pure fluff hcs

genre fluff, modern au

word count 0.6k

inspirationn/a

synopsis winter things with some of the aot characters

author’s note i recently caught up on the aot manga and it ripped me apart. so, for my own self indulgence, here’s winter things i’d want to do with them individually ( or could see them doing )

eren yeager;

• please ask him if he wants to build gingerbread houses
• i can see it getting competitive, so competitive that eren wants armin to step in as judge
• just to see his reaction, you play dirty ( eat steal some of his materials, even go as far as breaking his gingerbread, etc. )
• doesn’t notice for a while but thanks to your snickering and armin trying to hold back his laughter, it clicks
• and boy, was eren not having it
• after his rant you give the competition to him even though he won technically because of your cheating

armin arlert;

• i don’t know why but i can see gift wrapping with armin being therapeutic
• there’s the faint sound of christmas songs while you two are having small talk about who’s present you’re wrapping
• softly asking each other for materials
• and if there’s bigger gifts, asking for help from one another
• and for myself: he’d be there to calm you down when you accidentally pull too hard on paper and rip it

levi ackerman;

• just one look at levi and you can tell he’s not one for christmas spirit
• but pester him a enough times to help you decorate and you’ll get what you want
• he claims it’s because he doesn’t want you to make the house ugly but truly he likes it
• you know for a fact when you see him focusing hard on which bulb to put on the tree
• to make it more fun, you guys decorate different parts of the house
• and at the end of it all, you two sit down and enjoy tea ( while levi comments on the parts of the house you did )

hange zoë;

• obnoxiously singing christmas songs
• i just know it’s the best feeling to scream your lungs out with hange
• your guys’ voice cracking and everything
• not a single key is being hit but it’s fun
• it’s usually done on christmas day when everyone else is over
• and yes, levi hates it

sasha braus;

• you and sasha annually decorate christmas cookies
• of course with sasha, it’s not smooth sailing
• by time you guys are done half of the materials have been digested by her
• but she still lets you have your fun and you guys end up with a handful of nice cookies
• which by the end of the night are eaten by sasha but it’s still fun

jean kirstein;

• all i want is to watch christmas lights with jean
• he’ll probably think it’s stupid at first but since you want to do it, he will no doubt
• he’s glad he goes along with you because seeing your reaction every time you guys see a breathtaking display makes his heart warm
• lets be honest, connie and sasha tag along and they don’t hold back every time they see him smile at you

connie springer;

• speaking of connie, snowball fights are necessary every winter season with him
• it’s all fun and games until connie nails you in the face and then you’re out for blood
• you both have forts with stacks of snowballs and you guys could go all day
• usually it ends sooner than later since it’s freezing
• ends with you two cuddled up inside

mikasa ackerman;

• build a snowman with her NOW
• she’ll be hesitant at first because just like levi, winter fun doesn’t seem like her thing either
• but after seeing how much you’re enjoying it she’ll embrace it
• liked dressing it the most, even went as far as wrapping her scarf around it
• was, surprisingly, sad when it melted

Imagine:

For Platonic Yandere Bayonetta

Plot summary: Bayonetta being a platonic yandere, and how she’d fare should you perish.

This Contains: Overbearing behaviour, angst, character death (receiving). Possibly OOC

Note:you’re probably wondering why I haven’t posted for a long time! Well, truth be told, I’ve been… Lazy. But! I’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things, get back into writing. Here’s some headcanons for Bayonetta! To tide youse over until I post again. Tbh, this was going to be shorter but…. I ended up making it longer and sadder then needed. So yeh, enjoy~

• She will protect you with her life, that is a given. You mean the world to her, for you are her little one.
• Whether you were born from her or simply a child she found later on, Bayonetta would feel no different about loving, caring, and raising you as her own.
• Will tease you, I’m sorry. She just likes pushing your buttons a little. But it’s nothing severe, and she just adores when you laugh or giggle at her antics.
• Never have any doubts about yourself, little one. Mother Bayonetta is your absolute wingwoman. You’re perfect, and should never be ashamed of yourself.
• Will encourage you to flaunt your natural beauty. After all, you are the child of the famed witch, shake what your mother gave you!
• Should you have the spiritual energy required for it, Bayonetta would train you like an Umbran Witch, making you especially efficient in the Bullet Arts. Despite her confidence, she knows she can’t always protect you, so it’s better you learn how to defend yourself as well.
• Should you not, then Bayonetta will be extremely protective of you. Will not want you leaving her side much at all, especially when the threat of angles are always around the corner. She can’t afford anything to happen to you. She won’t let anything happen you, she swears it.
• If you were alive during the Witch Hunts, then Bayonetta (or Cereza) would absolutely refuse to leave you be. Even if you’re a capable witch yourself, she won’t leave you for even a second. You, Bayo, and Jeanne will be going together to find Rosa. No exceptions.
• If you died during that time, Bayonetta would be heartbroken. Her darling, little one, just… Killed. Like some animal. She wouldn’t be the same, not after losing her brightest joy in the world, and that added onto her mother’s death will push Bayonetta over the edge. She’d simply give up, unable to fight anymore. All her confidence, all that self-reassurance, gone with the winds - just like you.
• She can’t even say you’re in a better place now, as it’s extremely likely you’re wandering the depths of inferno, forever. And that thought alone will crush her even more. She had failed you.
• Even in the future, where all her memories are forgotten, Bayonetta still feels empty inside. There’s this subtle sense of sadness in her, something no one, not even herself, can tell why. She can feel the ghost of your memories in her heart and yet, she can’t exactly recall who you are.
• In this scenario, Bayonetta’s assault against the angles are just that much more brutal and ferocious. It’s abnormal for her to express her anger in such an overt way, there’s barely any teasing or flirtatious remarks. Just pure slaughter.
• When she does remember who you are, she will allow that confident walls of hers to crumble down in the dirt. Bayonetta is a woman who keeps her negative emotions in the back of her head and yet, with you, she can’t help but let her grief overcome her. It’s at that one moment she will feel all the more hopeless. What is the point of this battle, if she won’t ever see you again? Her little one is gone forever..
• But she can’t give up. No, she can’t. Your death would be for nothing if she did. She’s pushed into a fury powered by your death, Rosa’s death, and that of the Umbra clan. She will avenge you, she will. Bayonetta will not fail you again.
• Baldur and Jubileus’ defeat is especially gruesome.
• There will always be a hole in Bayonetta’s heart. She could move past the near-eradication of the Umbra clan, she can move past the death of her mother, but she cannot leave your death behind her. That is something that will always haunt her.
• Bayonetta will carry you with her always and forevermore. You will always be in her heart, that precious smile and adorable memories permanently engrained. There will be days where having your memory with her will be maddening, causing her raw nature of confidence to falter at the seams. But not once would she trade them away. Always and forever, Bayonetta will keep your memory alive within her.
• Her little one, forever in her broken heart.

Imagine:

Killing Yandere Tanjiro.

(Title name:“Good Riddance”)

Plot summary: you manage to kill yandere Tanjiro, and you couldn’t be more happy about it.

This Contains: yandere themes, abductions, gore.

Note:Hittin’ ya with two posts today! We always see darling getting kidnapped and never being able to do anything about it… But what if they did? What if they managed to actually kill the yandere? Here’s my take on it! Also, first fanfic! Yay!

You don’t know how you did it.

You don’t know where this sort of strength and power came from.

You don’t even remember how you managed to get him like this.

But now, you can’t stop.

You can’t stop shoving the blade inside of his chest. You can’t stop admiring how blood is slowly staining his checkered clothing.

You can’t stop the overwhelming rage and desire to hurt him storming inside of you. You can’t even think straight, because all of your thoughts are reaching the same conclusion again, and again, and again.

Kill the bastard. Make him suffer. Make him ROT.

For ages you’ve spent cooped up in this small building, isolated from the outside world, unable to escape because of him. That sick, deceptive boy who made you believe he was a hero. Tanjiro…Tanjiro Kamado. That name brought only bitterness to you as you recited it in your head, and so the force of your blade stabbed deeper into his body.

He had saved you once from a demon attack, but he had gotten hurt terribly in the process. You tended to him as a way to repay him for what he did, cleaning his wounds and caring for his damaged body the best you could, and soon you and Tanjiro grew closer and closer together. He talked so sweetly to you, and you couldn’t help but sympathize for him and his sister. Like many, they had been through a lot and lost so much, and you appreciated him at the time that he was so willing to open up to you.

And then, he took a turn in personality, becoming clingy and possessive as your relationship with him grew. He began to touch you in ways that made you uncomfortable, but when he was confronted with this knowledge he would only mutter a half-assed apology and kept a distance between you two, only to resume his touching with you some time later.

Then, those touches lingered longer, and soon he began pushing you into a life of isolation where only you and him existed. It was suffocating. HE was suffocating. And soon, you began to distance yourself from him in any way you could. But that proved to be almost impossible.

Everywhere you went, he was there. Sometimes it was obvious, like seeing him in the same street and him approaching you, saying how he just happened to be there. But other times, he managed to conceal himself from you. Back then, you weren’t too sure why you felt sudden chills run down your spine, that uneasy feeling that made it seem like something was watching you.

Now, it made sense why you felt such a presence. He was there.

And of course, there was the manipulation. Every time you tried to pull away, Tanjiro retold the stories of his tragic life, making you pity him so you wouldn’t leave. He would go on about how happy you make him, how ever since he met you he’s felt so at peace with himself. How you’ve managed to quell the demons inside of him, the horrible voices and visions he has of his family. You made him complete, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel pitiful for him.

And then, there were others. Oh how he pulled you away from others just to keep your company on him. How he wouldn’t let go of your hand, how he HATED seeing other people, especially other men, talking and interacting with you. He always hid away that dark and territorial look through the veil of a friendly facade, sometimes you were even fooled into believing it.

Sometimes.

Finally, it became too much. Way too much. And your breaking point was when he began to practically sniff you. That, along with the touches that stayed too long and became far too intimate, was enough for you to break off the friendship you both had built. Or rather, the friendship Tanjiro tried desperately to keep whole and evolve, until he made it all crumble away.

“Look– Tanjiro, I can’t do this anymore. I’ve been trying really hard to be nice to you, but you’re… You’re just being a creep!” You blurted out, not attempting to hide the disgusted look on your face. The look of pain that washed over his usually bright features could make almost anyone feel pity for him, but not you. “Y-Y/N, what? I… I’m sorry, I just-” his words were halted when you spoke up again, not allowing him to finish his sentence, because all you wanted to do was leave already “I don’t care what excuse you have Tanjiro! I don’t, and never WILL, like you touching me like that!? I don’t wanna be friends anymore. Don’t look for me, don’t try and talk to me, just leave me alone!”You shouted, ready to run away as far as you can from him. “Y/N, please don’t say that! Just-” “No! Enough, I’m going!”. And then, everything changed for you.

You remember how he grabbed your wrist, refusing to let you leave. You remember how he restrained you, even when you tried to kick and scream, he merely held onto you, and knocked you out before anyone could see. When you awoke, you only saw darkness. Your wrists were tied and so were your legs. Your mouth was gagged, and your eyes were covered. It was only until a hand removed that blindfold did your sluggishness disappear. Because in front of you was the last person you ever wanted to see… Tanjiro.

You remembered how wide eyed he looked, spouting off apology after apology, going on about how he ‘had to do it’, how he couldn’t afford to lose you, how he loved you. How he was doing this for you. For us. Even when you struggled against the ropes, even when you spouted sounds of desperation, anger, fear, even when you were close to crying; he would say it was for your own good.

And he would say the same thing again and again, with guilty eyes and a shaking form, as he pelted your body with punishment after punishment for your behaviour and escape attempts. Even when you cried out in pain, or begged him to stop, Tanjiro would say the same thing over and over again. 'i’m sorry, but I have to do this. Please, Y/N, don’t make this harder then it needs to be…!’.

Eventually, you learned how to play along. You pretended, to love him, to care about him and his wellbeing. To comfort him when he needed it, to allow him to press his filthy lips against your skin, to embrace you in his arms after a long day. You were convincing, for he never suspected deception, and that you merely acted like he meant something to you. Or perhaps he was stuck in his fantasy land, delusionally thinking you truly cared about him.

How far from the truth he was. Because he would never know how far the hate and anger you harboured for him went.

You missed your home, your real home. You missed the others, family and friends, even strangers you had no real idea of, you missed them. You missed your old life, all you wanted was your old life. But that seemed like a distant dream now, as you were chained and bounded to the room you and him shared. A bird trapped in a cage was what you were, and the hope of escape grew smaller and smaller with each and every passing day.

So you’ll never forget the rush of happiness you had when a sharp knife presented itself to you during your roam about the house. Tanjiro had allowed you some freedom while he tended to his work, leaving you completely unoccupied by any eyes. He knew you didn’t know the area well, having kept you tightly locked in the confines of the building. And besides, he could always find you even if you tried to run away again, and the last thing either of you wanted was another punishment.

You held the knife in your hand as if it were an exotic treasure, which, in a way, was to you. The idea of finally escaping him through suicide was extremely appealing, as you’d not only leave him behind but also leave him in a world of utter despair at the sight of your corpse. You almost did it had it not been for another idea.

You wanted him to suffer, you wanted him to pay for stripping you of your freedom and humanity. Having found this knife against all odds brought you a spark of hope that had originally died out, a hope for freedom. A hope for vengeance. All you had to do was wait, and wait, and wait, until the opportunity opened itself to you.

And finally, FINALLY, your time had come. And it was marvelous, and it was grand, and it was so, so satisfying.

“Y…y/n..!-”stab, cut, slash… The sounds of his pained and dying voice were almost angelic, like it had been your first time hearing the melodies of music before. You looked into his eyes, those big and broken eyes, as you drove the blade deeper into his chest. Poor Tanjiro was struggling to breath, his eyes staring aimlessly into the void as all he could feel were his lungs being punctured and the taste of blood filling his mouth. His blood. “…y..y/n-” stab, gut, stab. Again and again you plunged that knife mercilessly into his body, tearing deeper into the holes of his organs while painting the blade, the floor, walls, and especially yourselves in the red shades of blood. He grabbed desperately at your clothing, feebly trying to get you off or stop you from killing him, but his motions were slow and weak; every last ounce of his energy gone.

The euphoria you felt when his eyes went dim and his sounds became silent was beyond anything you had ever experienced during your entire stay in this nightmare. The way his blood and tears stained his heartbroken face made him look like a morbid masterpiece. You heaved and huffed as you stabbed the knife one last time into his heart, before finally collapsing on your side. You were tired, having spent so much of your energy into murdering your abductor, but never had you felt so happy.

As you stared at the dead body of Tanjiro Kamado, your head began to clear up, and soon other thoughts consumed you. You didn’t know how you were going to make your way out of this foreign area. You didn’t know how you were going to fare should a demon or wild animal be lurking around. You didn’t know how you’d make your way back home. And you didn’t know how everyone would react when they would find his body here at this building, the beloved Tanjiro, murdered in cold blood.

But there was one thing you did know. You had avenged yourself and freed yourself from the shackles this man had placed on you. You had killed him, you were safe from him. And as your eyes looked into the side of his, you could only mutter a few words at the sight before you.

“Good riddance”.