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killuababie · 4 years

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OKAY SIS SO ANY BOYS YOU WANT (but include aran coz he’s my godly god) DOING THE DO WITH THEIR S/O AND SUDDENLY SHE SHOOTS UP AND THEYRE ALL LIKE “bïtch are you okay” BUT SHES LIKE “BRO WHAT IF I SWAN DIVED OUT OF THE HIGHEST BUILDING IN THE WORLD AND LANDED ON A CLOUD” OR SOME DUMB SHIT AND THEYRE JUST LIKE “MOTHERFUCKER WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABO-“

Like a Swan.

Pairing: Aran x Reader, Kageyama x Reader.

Type: Headcanons.

Summary: Reader randomly telling their lover thats they want to jump off the tallest building.

A/N: HELPSDFHUDFH THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM- IM DOING YOUR BEST BOY AND MY BEST BOY SHDFGDSWHY WOULD I SAY THIS OH MY GOD

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ARAN OJIRO:

It was fairly a normal day, both of you were resting on a couch present in your living room.

Aran was enjoying your rare calmness thanking the heavens that you weren’t being the loud ass mf you are.

UNTIL- YOU RANDOMLY SPRUNG UP and stood up on the couch besides him.

Please, he almost cried at the broken silence but was more worried about the bizzare idea that probably popped outta no fucking where.

Aran: Babe, are you mayhaps, alright?

You: Ofc I’m A-OKAY!! ANYWAYS WHAT IF I JUMPED OFF THE TALLEST BUILDING IN THIS WORLD AND LANDED ON A CLOUD!!!! :D

Aran: oh ye- WAIT WHAT??? WHAT ARE YOU ON?? ALSO IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT-

You: SHUSH MF LEMME THINK-

He is scared of your brain and your thought process

Istg Aran is fucking concerned over your coo-coo ass

What next happens is a total blur

But right now y’all’s rich asses are on top of Burj Khalifa because y’all about to sky dive in like less than 10 seconds

He’s low-key crying on side but he still loves you alot.

But honestly hes glad to have you by his side holding his hand while you're excited for your spontaneous adventure

Aran: Babe, I love you

You: AND I LOVE YOU THE MOST!!

KAGEYAMA TOBIO:

Baby boy had just returned from home and all he wished was to be in your embrace.

And you definitely did tackle him into a hug

It made him more than just happy.

He carried you to your shared couch while telling about his dayignoring that mischievous glint in your eyes.

It didnt not take you more than 2 minutes to tellhim about your ridiculous idea.

MAN’S LITERALLY SCREAMED-

Kageyama: HAH??? BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???

You: OKAY BUT IMAGINE HOW COOL IT WORLD BE- THAT’S WHY I HAVE DECIDED TO LEAVE!

Kageyama: Wait.. are you serious? Like are you really? Leaving?

You, literally leaving the house with the bags: Yeah.

Listen his heart shattered the moment you said you were leaving but when he actually saw you leave, his heart hurt physically.

Until he woke up in cold sweat but he still couldn’t find you besides him

He got out of bed way to fucking quickly and rushed to find you, just to find you crying while holding the phone in your hand.

WAIT- WHY ARE YOU CRYING????

You, wailing: Tobio you cheated on me in the fic and I died ;-;

Kageyama, sighing while carrying you to the bed: Baby I’ll never leave you nor will I cheat on you but in my nightmare you left me for one of your crazy ideas, dumbass :((

You: I promise to never leave you no matter how crazy my idea is but you gotta promise me that you’ll never leave me aswell :(( I love you :(

Kageyama: I promise. :) And I love you too :)

The rest of the night ended with cuddles and talking about random stuff until the both of you fell asleep.

But much to your pleasure baby boy definitly did take you for sky diving just to make some memories.

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cryoculus · 5 years

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uhh SURPRISE I was the one who requested for headcanons and/or scenarios for kuroo with a fem reader who can fight 💦💦 she rlly knows how to kick ass, tomboyish and no one rlly knows her at school. Bonus if she saves kuroo's dumbass from getting mugged!! (sooo sorry about requesting when the ask box was closed, I was embarrassed lol)

» Word Count: 3,623 words

Ily HERE IT IS Im so sorry it took so long (and i didn’t even proofread it because i wanted u to read it immediately LMAO)

“Tetsu-kun, do you have practice later?”

“Tetsu-kun! I made you a bento~”

“Hey, Tetsu-kun, want to go to karaoke later?”

“Ladies, please, there’s enough of me for everyone,” Kuroo reminded his gathering population of admirers, beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face. These girls were becoming more and more hostile towards each other everyday. How the hell did Oikawa deal with this kind of thing on a daily basis?

One of the girls, her name was Ame if he could remember correctly, linked her arm into his. “I’m the one who first talked to Tetsu-kun when we were first years.”

Uh, no. She definitely wasn’t the first person that struck him up in conversation during his first day in Nekoma. But he thought it would be rude to correct her in front of the other girls, so he just flashed her an awkward smile.

Another one, Emiko, huffed while crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, Tetsu-kun said my bento arranging skills were like his mother’s!”

Yeah, that’s because his mother absolutely sucked at the art of assembling a cute bento. Emiko made nice rice balls though, he’d give her that.

The last of the party, Tsukino, grabbed his other arm, squeezing his biceps a little too tightly for his liking. “Sucks for the two of you then! Tetsu-kun always walks me home~”

Ame and Emiko gasped at the revelation, eyes narrowing at Kuroo.

Okay, he didn’t have a comeback for that. But the only reason he walked Tsukino home when he had time to spare was because the girl latched onto him like a leech when she found out Kuroo lived in the same block as her.

His conscience would maul him for the rest of his life if something happened to Tsukino if he bailed out on walking her home. Thus, the unwanted interactions with her parents whenever they see him at their doorstep.

“God, can’t you idiots continue your polyamorous love quarrel somewhere else?” a shrill voice grated at his ears.

When his eyes fell on the person who obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, he came face-to-face with you, his classmate with the most muted presence out the students of 3-5.

Your schoolbag hung loosely across your shoulder and your uniform blazer was clutched in your free hand. There were prominent creases on your uniform that made him wonder if you even bothered ironing them before leaving. Probably not. But what made everyone give you a second glance whenever they passed you in the halls of Nekoma was your hair.

There weren’t any strict rules regarding hair grooming being imposed at school, given that Yamamoto and Kenma could dye their hair and style it as they pleased. So, it should only be normal to come across a girl with an undercut.

Kuroo thought the look was pretty badass, but he never really mustered enough courage to talk to you when it wasn’t necessary. He had a feeling that you didn’t have time for menial things like small talk and that, should he attempt to do so, you’d snap his neck before he could say hello.

One time, he asked Yaku about you. The libero had informed him that you’ve been enrolled in Nekoma since junior high, but didn’t really interact with anyone outside of schoolwork and your own irritation. Like you were now.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Could you please move out of the way? I’m trying to get into our classroom, thanks.”

Intimidated, the three girls that badgered him cleared a way for you to enter the room. He only noticed it now but they really were crowding the cramped hallways.

When first period began, Kuroo tried to listen to what his Japanese Lit teacher was preaching about sixteenth century literature. He really did, but he was immensely distracted by the pattern razored into your undercut.

You were a few seats in the front to his right, but he could see them clearly—three bolts of lightning beginning at the nape of your neck, which rose about a good four inches until it disappeared in the undergrowth of your hair. He always thought that he liked girls with long hair better, but this was putting an entirely different spell on him.

It was peculiar. You’ve had this hairstyle for a good while now, but he’s only noticed the intricate details that adorned it now. He wondered who your stylist was and how he managed to make that undercut look so good on you.

His teacher eventually called him out for his not-so-subtle daydreaming and made him recite today’s reading in front of the entire class. It wasn’t a big deal to him, really. Kuroo was used to multiple pairs of eyes trained on his every move.

But he wasn’t used to seeing you snort at one of his mispronunciations at the corner of his eye. Usually, you wouldn’t react to anything unless it pissed you off. Did his reading aloud piss you off? Did you care enough about him to garner such a reaction from you? He nearly laughed to himself.

Highly unlikely.

“Kuro.”

Kuroo was about to change out of his sweaty shirt, but upon hearing Kenma using that tone on him, he turned around, brow quirked in wonder.

“Yeah?”

His younger friend gave him an indifferent look. “You’re distracted.”

Would Kenma be fooled if he said otherwise? He shook his head. Of course he wouldn’t. Nothing got past his arbitrary gaze, after all.

It’s been nearly a week since you brushed past him in the hallway, muttering some colourful vocabulary under your breath because of his ‘polyamorous love quarrel’. There hasn’t been any real interaction between the two of you, but at one point, Kuroo would just find his thoughts drifting back to your flat-eyed gaze and unconventional hair do. It happened so often that even Kenma started to notice his focus drifting off to the hinterlands of his mind.

“How so?” Kuroo asked his friend, peeling off the t-shirt that stuck to his body like a second skin. He may be distracted but he definitely burned enough calories for a day.

Kenma let out an exasperated noise. Hearing the setter’s vexation, Lev peeked his head from the door of his locker.

“You got hit in the face with a volleyball twice, Kuroo-san,” the younger boy supplied, “that’s twice than usual.”

“Lev, you can’t multiply two to zero. It becomes zero,” Yaku retorted as he emerged from the shower rooms, towelling his damp hair with an unamused look on his face.

“What, really?”

“This is new information to you?”

The two of them continued to argue about their own mathematical rules while Kuroo managed to stuff his training clothes in a gym bag. He could still feel Kenma’s eyes boring holes into his back.

“I’m all right, Kenma,” he reassured. “I’m just feeling a little under the weather is all.”

The setter narrowed his eyes.

“Liar.”

Ah, there really was no escape when he’s best friends with a goddamn Nancy Drew, was there?

“That’ll be a hundred-fifty yen.”

Kuroo dug a couple of one hundred yen coins from the pocket of his jacket and placed his payment on the counter. The young man running the cashier took his payment and the yakisoba bread in his hands. He stuffed the snack in the microwave to heat and gave Kuroo his change back.

He thanked the guy in a subtle voice, leaning against the counter to wait for his food. There weren’t any other people inside the convenience store and Kenma already went ahead to go home. Kuroo thought that his friend was giving him the cold shoulder because he wouldn’t tell him what was up, in his typical Kenma fashion.

The microwave dinged, signaling that his order was ready. The cashier guy sighed before popping the yakisoba bread out of the microwave and putting it in a paper bag. He handed Kuroo his purchase with little to no enthusiasm.

“Thank you very much.” Even his tone was lackadaisical. Not wanting to add on to his irritation towards the retail industry, Kuroo nodded at him once before promptly exiting the store.

The sky had already transitioned into an inky darkness when he set foot into the streets of Nerima. Kuroo frowned. He could’ve sworn the sun was just beginning to set when he went into the convenience store. But considering it’s almost winter, it explained the shorter days.

Kuroo walked down the streets with passive interest as he nibbled on his yakisoba bread. The noodles were a little stale and the sauce too bland for his palate. He had half the mind to go back to the store to get another snack but, seeing that he was already a good three blocks away, he decided against it. He should’ve known how low the bar was set for Japanese convenience store food.

His strides came to a halt when a hunched figure emerged from an alley. It was a man that’s probably only a few years older than him. Considering his height, he was a lot shorter than Kuroo was; he probably only rose up to the middle blocker’s chin. His clothes were tattered, but a thin cloak shielded him from the low temperature. Sunken eyes bore into Kuroo, considerably unnerving him with that stare alone.

“Oi, nii-chan, you got some spare change on ya?” His voice was rough and throaty, like he hasn’t had a drink of water for weeks.

If he recalled correctly, he still had about fifty yen in his pockets when he paid for his food. Kuroo fished what was left of the coins on his person and handed it to the man without much of a fuss. He wasn’t commuting today anyway.

The stranger counted the money in his hand with bony fingers. He eyed Kuroo from head to toe, most likely piecing together where he studied.

“You go to Nekoma, but only have this on ya?” He growled at him. “Ya think this is a joke?”

Kuroo knitted his brows in confusion at his hostility. What was this guy on about? Kuroo was generous to a fault. Giving some food or money to beggars that called his attention on the street was something he did out of his own accord. They might need it more than he did, anyway. But he never really encountered anyone that asked him for money, got it, and was pissed by the amount.

Deciding to not make a big deal out of it, he flashed him a pleading smile. “Sorry. That’s all I’ve got on me right now.”

“If that’s true then why’re you fuckin’ eating in front of me?”

He blinked at him then stared at the half-eaten yakisoba bread in his hand. Was he really going to give him shit because he’s eating? How could he have pre-meditated that some stuck-up guy was going to ask him for some alms and that said stuck-up guy wouldn’t be happy with small amounts? God, this was giving him a headache.

“Look, sir, uh…” His voice trailed off, trying to figure out how to break it to the guy that he was broke, himself, since he already splurged through his weekly allowance even if it was only Wednesday. Damn Bokuto and his yakiniku dates that he couldn’t refuse.

But before he could form a coherent explanation, Kuroo could feel something cold and hard digging into his side. His eyes widened when he realized what it was.

“She’s pretty ain’t she?” The man moved closer to him, pressing the vintage looking pistol further into his right rib. He shielded the gun with his body so passers-by wouldn’t take notice of it. “Stole it off a cop who wasn’t looking. Took me a while to find the bullets though. But she’s locked an’ loaded, nii-chan.”

He stood frozen in the spot, like even the most minimal of movements would make this man’s tethering patience shatter into pieces. Kuroo really didn’t want to be splintered with the shards of his wrath.

Kuroo forced his thumping heart to ease so he could assess the situation clearly. His dad was a police officer. He’s seen authorized people hold guns a handful of times in his life, and could easily tell that this guy didn’t know shit about proper handling.

He couldn’t afford to offset this guy’s temperance when he’s armed. If he was just some lunatic trying to mug him, he would’ve punched him in the face, but the presence of a gun was a different story. The best-case scenario was that he’d manage to talk some sense into the guy and leave unscathed. The worst was that this could end up into a shoot-out that involved other innocent lives just because he was unhappy with Kuroo’s fifty yen. Fantastic.

Noticing that a bunch of on-lookers were casting wary glances in their direction, the man slipped the pistol back into his pocket and slung an arm around Kuroo like he was an old drinking buddy.

“Let’s talk where it’s a bit more private, shall we?” He switched his throaty voice into a more lively tone, patting Kuroo’s shoulder as he led him into the alley from where he came from.

Calm down, buddy. It’s just a weirdo who wants to mug you off money you don’t have. And he has a gun. But calm. Down.

This alley looked like any other run-down crevice in the city. Murky puddles forming at the side of commercial buildings, a dumpster lying untouched by cleanliness for God knows how long, faded graffiti matting the moldy brick walls, and mice scampering into their tiny little holes at the presence of two men invading their territory.

When they reached the far end, Kuroo could hear the rustle of the man’s clothes as he took out the gun.

Calm down.

“I’ma ask you again, nii-chan,” he cautioned, pressing the muzzle against his temple, “you got some spare change on ya?”

He swallowed thickly. “I—”

“Don’t you know it’s not nice to rob unsuspecting teenage boys?”

Shock immediately crossed his face. He only heard that voice at rare occasions, but he’ll never forget the sound of it.

“Hah?” The man turned around to look at you. “Who do ya think you are?”

Kuroo tilted his head to the side; not enough to grab the stranger’s attention but enough to catch a glimpse of you. Arms crossed, you were donned with a brown fur-trimmed jacket that reached past your knees. The fitted black top you wore very much exposed your stomach and showed a great deal of your bosom. Kuroo tried to avoid looking for longer than he had to. Dark green cargo pants were belted across your hips, the pant legs disappearing into a pair of black combat boots. The look complemented your hair even more now.

His lips parted in wonder. This was the first time he saw you out of school and, frankly, he wasn’t disappointed.

“So, are you going to let him go or am I going to have to do it for you?” The boldness in your tone almost made him want to hit his head on the dingy wall. As far as Kuroo knew, he was the one being held at gunpoint, so he’d really appreciate it if you didn’t rile up the guy holding him hostage at the moment.

The man immediately grabbed him by the shoulder and had him face you directly, shoving the mouth of the gun against his head with a little more pressure than he’s comfortable with.

“S-stay back! If ya don’t want me to blow his head off, you’ll get the fuck out’ta here!” His voice was shaky, his original confidence in his plans going down the drain.

You cast him an uninterested stare. “You’re going to do that even if I went on my way, dumbass. Just go ahead. Shoot.”

Kuroo’s eyes widened, teeth clamping down on his cheeks to bite back a shout. Were you insane?

The man made a choked up sound. “You think I won’t actually do it? Are ya fuckin’ testing me?”

“Now, don’t put words in my mouth.” You rolled your eyes. “Shoot him.”

His dad told him that the best way to solve a problem was to take a step back and think about how you’re going to play your cards. But right now, there were no cards for him to bring to the table because this psycho was going to put a goddamn bullet through his skull. He had no time to—

The man pulled the trigger.

But the bullet didn’t come.

Kuroo exhaled in utter relief as the man repeatedly tried to pull the trigger. His eyes then fell on you, shaking your head at his captor’s stupidity.

“You didn’t cock the damn gun, idiot,” you mumbled, coming forward swiftly.

Taking advantage of his bewilderment, you stomped on his bare foot with the hard soles of your boots. The man yelped, releasing his hold on Kuroo, who immediately slipped out of his grasp the moment he sensed that he was presented with a green light.

He watched the scene in front of him unfold with wide eyes. You slid your foot to knock his legs out of balance, effectively swiping him to the ground. When he lost his grip on the gun, you managed to catch it. The man cowered in fear, backing up against the wall to put as much space between the two of you.

You crouched down, probing the man’s chin upward with the barrel of the gun. “I’m in a pretty rotten mood right now, so consider yourself blessed that I didn’t beat you into a coma.”

“P-please spare me,” he sputtered pathetically.

“Isn’t that what I’m already doing?” A sadistic grin played on your lips. “Next time you try to mug someone, make sure you know how to use your weapons. Oh, and make sure I’mnot in the area. I have zero tolerance for pointless violence.”

The man nodded rigorously. When you moved to the side, letting him free, he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the alley without looking back. Remembering you had company, you cast Kuroo an uninterested glance.

He was gaping at you.

“What, no thanks?” you grumbled, rising up to your feet to pocket the gun in your pants.

A dozen questions were racing in his mind, but he couldn’t voice out any of them. Kuroo settled for gawking at you like a madman. Were the last five minutes of his life true? Did you really just save him from getting mugged? Did you really scare that guy shitless without much effort?

You avoided his astonished gaze, cursing. “This is why I hate seeing people from school outside.”

“Who…are you?” Kuroo managed to ask.

His eyes met yours for a split second and he could feel a jolt of electricity skidding down his spine. Your lips turned up into a grin.

“I’m no one. Go home,” you told him off dismissively, immediately pivoting on your heels to make your leave before he could ask any more questions.

However, your retreating form gave Kuroo a sight that surprised him even more in this situation. At the back of your jacket were three thunderbolts that matched the ones in your hair embroidered onto the fabric of your outerwear; the word ‘Kaminari’ was written in elegant hiragana.

Before you could completely make your exit, you stopped in your tracks. Turning around, you regarded Kuroo with an amused look on your face.

“You should be more selective with people you show your kindness to, you know?” you imparted. “The next time someone decides to fuck you over, no one might be there to save you anymore.”

Then, you were gone.

When he finally got home no later than thirty minutes after the chance encounter with you in the alley, his parents were already in the middle of dinner.

“I’m home,” Kuroo announced as he removed his shoes by the doorway.

“Welcome home, Tetsurou,” his mother greeted him with a tender smile. “Come on, eat! You must be starved from training.”

Kuroo nodded, setting his gym bag on the sofa. He greeted his father, who was reading what looked like police report as he spooned a mouthful of karaage in his mouth.

He slid into his seat and offered his prayers before taking a portion of the food his mother had prepared. Her karaage was his absolute favorite. Well, next to her mackerel pike of course.

“Dear, you’re looking a little stressed,” his mother told his father. “Is that a new case?”

Kuroo Toshirou sighed, setting the folder down on the dinner table. “No, it’s a pretty old case. But it’s been revived because the Kaminari faction’s leader just died. The vacancy is stirring up all kinds of gang wars all over Tokyo.”

Kuroo stopped chewing his food. Kaminari?

His mother cast him a wary glance. “Isn’t that the biggest faction of the yakuza?”

“Yes and that’s exactly why they’re the hardest to keep in check.” He stared at his food blankly. “There have been reports that the previous leader has a child, so naturally, the position should go to his own flesh and blood, right?”

“Dear, you know I don’t have an idea how the underground works.”

“Ah, sorry, honey. But we’ve confirmed those reports just recently. The previous leader, Raijin Hayate, has a daughter, so the rights of inheritance of the leadership can’t go to her because she’s a girl.”

Before Kuroo could stop the words from coming, he blurted out, “What’s the name of the girl?”

His father smiled. “Interested, are you? Her name is Raijin (Name), the true heir to the Kaminari faction.

#haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou #request #redhotchampion #i love you plat #hqscenario #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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crewhonk · 6 years

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how bucky shows you he loves you pre-relationship

so so so sorry for not being active lately! i want to write every night but i get home and im ah la pooped

requested: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I hope 20 is treating you well so far. Bucky headcanon of all the little things he does for the reader to show he cares pre-relationship? (@basicwafflescc)

Bucky Barnes had no idea how to tell you how much he absolutely adored you

He would try to smile at you, but you always smiled at everyone so it felt like just the bare minimum

Maybe less

He didn’t know how to communicate with anyone anymore, HYDRA, while taking his memory and will to get out of bed on most days,

They had also taken his sociability

The Bucky of 1940 was less than a ghost of a thought compared to his brooding persona now, and it’s not that he minded it but

He didn’t want you to think he was brooding and angry at everyone anymore

So, when you had picked the movie “Enchanted” on Netflix, and when he saw that you knew all of the words to “That’s How You Know” he knew exactly what to do

(He tried to call to stuttering of his heart when he looked over and saw you mouthing the words and smiling)

(It was just real fuckin cute)

He listened to the song on repeat that night, writing down all the things he could do and planning them in a way that could be done in the real world

When he left for a mission later that week, he left a note on your favourite mug

“Thinkin’ of you, Doll” -bb x

You, not being the stupid human being you knew you were, immediately worked up because holy shit

Bucky Barnes, the snacc of a man you had lived with for the past year was thinking about you??

Nice

When he came back, he showed up with yellow tulips from Holland and placed them in a vase, leaving them beside your door for when you went to shower after your workout

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs when you found them because they were once again from Bucky, and you genuinely hated the cold snap New York was having

So these were little drops of sunshine that made you feel warm in a different way

Every day when you woke up he would have a pot of coffee on, and a cup in your hands within a minute

He asked almost everyone in the building if they knew your coffee order

Tony did, but wouldn’t tell him— same with Sam

Only Wanda was willing to tell him because she could see how much he wanted to impress you

It was a month after he had given you the flowers, and because he had begun making you your coffee every morning, you both had fallen into a routine

Until you woke up from a rather nasty nightmare about the time you had spent in Africa hunting poachers

And you busier yourself by baking bread for the rest of the team

Even making a few extra loaves to bring down to HR

you had your headphones in, and as you begun to dance, Barnes walked in

He had also had a nightmare and felt the need to just wander and ground himself

But then he sees you swaying your hips in the kitchen and he is so far from grounded

He’s in cloud fucking nine

BITCH IM GONNA WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS LOL I HAD TO DELETE HALF THE POINTS ABOUT DANCING BECAUSE I GOT INSPIRED

anyways, long story short, you catch him watching and before you know it you’re in his arms, dancing and laughing and singing songs he used to know

That’s the first time you really realize how fucking into him you are

Because he’s to close and he smells so good, and he’s laughing and singing in your ear and you’re dancing to no music at four in the morning

He wears something maroon every day (shirts, pants, sweats, hoodies, sneakers, socks) because it’s your favourite colour

He loves when you play with his metal hand

When you’re anxious, or bored or on your way to or from a mission, you’ll always play with his fingers

Drawing patterns on the metal and tracing the gold lines of his arm

“Pretty”

“It is isnt it”

U KNOW HES LOOKING AT YOU BICH BECAUSE HES A LIL CHEESEBALL

He takes you out one hot night, there’s candles on the rooftop and there’s a fort set up and there’s your favourite wine and oh my god he’s wearing maroon

after eating yourselves full and laughing all night you find yourself laying back on the pillows and he’s half laying down leaning on his elbow

And his flesh hand brushed your hair behind your ear and all of a sudden his lips are on yours and god he’s so warm

“You really want this?” You ask

“You’re kidding, right? You’re actually kidding?”

“Yeah, actually. Kiss me again please.”

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my-dating-academia · 6 years

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hi! could i request for headcanons/scenario (up to you!) of bakugo and todoroki (separately) finding out reader (classmate) is his soulmate when her mark throbs when shes super injured during usj? hes been pretty cold to her too esp since shes usually so bubbly and loud! thank you so so much for taking the time to write!! ily i kinda live for angst but im fragile as fuuUUuuck i need fluff in the end jnhbgvfcvgbhn thank you so much!

This was fun to write. I added onto the soulmate mark by having a small tattoo of a heart on the wrist and whenever the person’s soulmate gets hurt, a crack will appear in the heart. The crack depends on how bad the injury and will only go away if its treated but it might leave a mark of a scar on the tattoo. I explained this heer so its not confusing. Also yesss I love angst but it has to have fluff cause I’m weak for happy endings.

I did todoroki’s but I didn’t like how it turned out. I’ll try and come back to this request to write him once I have a better idea for his part. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.

Katsuki Bakugou:

Bakugou doesn’t really care for soulmates. Of course, he cared when he was little like every other little child who would look at their heart tattoo dreaming of their prince/princess charming. He wanted to find his soulmate faster than Deku, but now as a teenager, this is where he doesn’t care. He thinks he had other things to do like becoming the best hero at UA. But it was so hard when everyone was so damn annoying! Especially you…Greeting him everyday and giving compliments in that voice of yours that made his heart beat faster, in anger of course.

Now, at USJ, he finally got most of the people off his back and really let himself unleashed at the villains. He could feel the adrenaline rush through his veins as he let explosions eat at villains. He ignored nearly everything else, his stinging hands, stinging wrist, stinging voices of the other people in the building, and crumbling debris of the building he was in.

He gathered sweat in his palm and aimed it a villain, but then he felt an almost unbearable pains sensation on his wrists, and accidentally fired some at the building. He felt his body be pushed forward towards the feet of Kirishima. The sudden fall and stinging sensation made Bakugou snap to his senses. His wrist ached more as he mumbled out, “Fuck…Maybe that debris will land on those shitty villains..”

Kirishima passed by him and towards the rubble and Bakugou turned his head when he heard a voice say, “B-Bakugou…! You okay?! They tell you to break your leg when trying your best at being a hero, but I didn’t think they meant it literally!” He saw you bleeding and a leg under some crumbling building parts of the building. He felt his mark sting more as he saw you and the figure of Kirishima pushing off the debris.

He pieced it together, you were his soulmate. The stinging when you got hit by a villain and then even more when the crumble landed on your leg. He felt his heart sink and expression soft up and quickly ran over to help Kirishima push the debris off.

You felt hurt and tired as you felt blood seep out. “Hey, now you f-finally pay attention, huh? About time! You wouldn’t listen to e-either Kiri or me!” You felt some relief as they buried your leg out. Bakugou picked you up, as you couldn’t walk of your leg. You leaned your head towards his chest and slowly let your eyes close. “Huh…You never let me be this close to you…Always yelling at me and stuff…It feels nice to feel this close…”

He checked his wrist and saw the crack in heart slowly move down towards the end of the heart. “Shit, y/n, stay with me!”

“I-I’ll just take a nap…Nighty night…” Your eyes closed and Bakugou continued.

“Keep your eyes open now damnit!” He felt his heart break as you wouldn’t respond. You needed help, he needed help…

Your eyes opened to see a blindingly white room and slowly adjusted to it all. Your eyes surveyed the room and found a Bakugou on the chair scrolling through his phone. He was here waiting for you.

You smiled softly, “Told you it was just a nap.”

He looked up quickly and looked relieved, “About damn time you woke up.”

“So…why you here for hm?” You teased slightly. “Usually its me coming to you.”

He stiffened, “I’m fucking sorry alright? That good enough for you? I just don’t understand why you were in the way.”

“Because aren’t you suppose to protect your soulmate? I did a good job on it if I do say so myself.”

He freezed at the word “soulmate”. He realized he was a pretty shitty one wasn’t he. “You’re a fucking crazy soulmate…But I’m a shitty one for letting you get hurt. Lets try this whole soulmate thing over again. I’ll do a better job on it.”

You nodded at his words. “Yeah, and I’ll try not to break my leg again.

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