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tsumuswifey · 9 months

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Winter's Child (Prologue)

I finally caved. I'm writing a Dabi fanfic. Here's the prologue<3 I'm not really sure how many chapters this'll be, but probably a decent amount. If you read this when this was an OC it has now been changed to x reader lmao.

On the eve of your thirteenth birthday, you dream of the boy for the first time.

It’s cathartic, in a way. Your lungs expanding for the first time in a long while, a sort of relief you thought was long lost.

And the boy; he’s familiar, but you can’t quite figure out why.

When you think hard enough, bits and pieces of something try to fit together. What that something is, you aren't sure. But it feels like it could be a different life.

He’s knelt down, carefully picking a bundle of myosotis, every move calculated in such a way that it makes you feel safe.

You take a step further into the field, your gaze wandering over everything. A pale blue farmhouse lays just a little ways down the hill, and close to it, a barn and silo. A couple of goats graze in the fencing behind the yard, some clearly older than others. A mare chuffs loudly, and takes off into a steady gallop across the yard, its tail swinging back and forth. The entire scene feels like coming home after a long day. Down in the yard, next to the house, is a large sycamore tree. A worn tire swing lazily drifts in half circles on one of the sturdier branches, and you get the feeling that you have played on that swing before.

A memory flashes in your mind, but as quick as it comes, it is gone even quicker. You are left with the feeling of a warm pair of hands on your shoulders, laughter echoing through the hollow parts of your bones.

Your gaze drifts back to the boy. His white dress shirt has been rolled up to his elbows, the back of his shirt slightly untucked from his green school slacks. He swipes the hair from his eyes, the white such a strangely comforting sight for you. He doesn’t seem to notice that he isn’t alone; not until you accidentally step on a twig.

For the first time since you've arrived in this field, the boy looks up, and your eyes lock.

Touya.

It’s like an echo of a past that you cannot remember. The name resounds through your mind, over and over until a dull ache forms in the right side of your skull. It’s where the hippocampus is located, where your memories should have been stored safely. But as hard as you think, you cannot come up with why you know that name.

Touya. It’s his name, and it’s on the tip of your tongue, but when you opens your mouth to say it, nothing comes out.

Touya, you try again.

There’s hope gleaming in his eyes, and he says something, but all you hear is ringing; as if your head is submerged in water. He stands for the first time, and you realize that he is tall, and his shoulders are broad, and he’s beautiful, but…

It’s like the dream shifts into something sinister.

The air is still, like the calm before a storm. And, now that you think about it, the birds are no longer singing. The flowers, too, are duller than when you first arrived. Like a fawn being watched by a hunter, you shrink in on yourself, wishing you could wake up.

Something is off. You feel a chill run up your spine, and you can’t shake the feeling that your being watched by someone.

Touya’s eyes snap toward the farmhouse.

His whole demeanor changes. In hurried movements, he closes the space between him and yourself, something akin to fear etched across his features. He holds out the bundle of flowers for you, nodding his head in a take them gesture.

You reach out, your hand brushing against his as you grab the flowers.

You look up again, looking into Touya’s blue eyes. You want to ask him who he is, why you feel as though you have known him your entire life. But before you can, the scene begins to fade, and you wake up.

Curling up in the warmth of your blanket, you sigh in contentment. You don't recall having a dream, don't remember the boy with kind eyes. But when you sit up, sheets pooling round your waist, a voice echoes through your mind.

How strange, you think. For some reason, you smell flowers. But that’s not the strangest thing. Three words burn into your memory like a brand.

Forget me not.

#touya todoroki #dabi #todoroki #dabi fanfiction #touya todoroki fanfiction #dabi angst #mha dabi #bnha #mha #my hero academia #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader

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tsumuswifey · 9 months

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I started JJK last night & I think I'm in love with Megumi.

#megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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tsumuswifey · 9 months

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Requests

My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, and Stranger Things requests are open! Send in some suggestions!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #mha #bnha #haikyuu x reader #my hero academia #mha imagines #bnha imagines #stranger thing #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines

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tsumuswifey · 9 months

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I'm thinking of starting a Touya/Dabi series. What do we think??

#dabi #myheroacademia #touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi x reader #mha #bnha

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tsumuswifey · 10 months

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Katsuki Bakugo x Reader :) Inspired by The Summer I Turned Pretty

“Do you feel like dancing?” You asked, fiddling with the neckline of your dress.

UA was holding a winter formal. It was a sad but appreciated attempt to keep the spirits up in the midst of a growing war. Having been together for a few months, you asked Katsuki to go with you, though he wasn’t all that enthused by the idea. Still, he agreed.

“I’m not really much of a dancer.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You wanted to ask why he even agreed to go with you if he was just going to mope around the entire time, but decided against it. “Alright.”

You watched longingly as Kirishima twirled Mina around. Katsuki didn’t even have to do all that. You just wanted him to try.

From beside you, Katsuki shifted. “I’m sorry. We can dance. C’mon.”

The dim lighting caught Katsuki’s golden hair as you moved for the dance floor. It was painful, how beautiful he could be. And even more painful that he never let you in, never allowed himself to bring his walls down. He pulled you in close, resting his hands on your hips. You swayed with him, trying to catch his gaze.

His mind was clearly on other things.

“Katsuki,” You began, “Is everything okay?”

His gaze was stuck on the wall, red eyes sparkling from the fairy lights strung up.

“Katsuki?”

He snapped out of it, raising his brows. “Yes?”

You clicked your tongue, eyes welling up with tears. The past few weeks, he’d been increasingly distant. He never really wanted to be alone with you anymore, he hardly kissed you, and his mind seemed to always be on other things. It was clear to you, that he wasn’t really into the relationship anymore.

Sniffling once, you swallowed down the lump in your throat. “I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Oh, sure. I’ll just sit back down.”

The bathroom was packed when you got there, a line of girls was going out of the door.

“Hey, Y/n, you can cut in line and stand with us!” Ochako said from her spot, reaching out a hand. She looked beautiful in her pink dress. You were sure Izuku had at least told her that.

You shook your head, and pointed toward the exit. “I’m just going to get some air.”

“Are you crying? Did Bakugo do something?” She asked quietly. You shook your head, though the tears were a pretty good indication that you weren’t being truthful.

You walked away before she could ask any more questions. Outside, the cold air bit at your exposed skin. You were sure you were going to have frost bite by the time you felt good enough to go back in.

You were unsure of what to do about Katsuki. You liked him, maybe even loved him. But you couldn’t stay with someone who didn’t want to be with you. That wouldn’t be fair to either of you. You sucked in a breath, feeling the pit in your heart grow.

You just wanted a hug from him. Which was ironic, considering he was the reason you were feeling this way in the first place.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before you heard snow crunching behind you. Moonlight was peeking through the clouds, illuminating the world around you just enough that you could make out a person.

“You shouldn’t be out here wearing only that. You’ll freeze, Y/n.”

You hugged your arms around yourself. “Yeah.”

“Did I do something?” Katsuki asked, shrugging his suit jacket off. He handed it to you, before rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt up his forearms.

You shook your head. “No. You didn’t do anything.”

Katsuki slid a hand into the front pocket of his slacks. “Well, then, what’s the matter? Because I know sweet little Uraraka didn’t freak the fuck out on me for no reason.”

You grimaced.

Licking your lips, you tilted your head back to glance at the sky. “That’s just it. You didn’t do anything, Katsuki. You haven’t been in this for weeks. I can tell. I just wish you’d stop stringing me along.”

He never really was one to be overly emotional, unless it was the angry kind. So, rationally, you should have known that he wouldn’t be the typical boyfriend. But couldn’t he at least try?

When he didn’t say anything, you just scoffed. “Okay, well, if you won’t just fucking do it then I will.”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, didn’t see the fear that flashed through those red irises.

“This is done. We’re done,” You spoke quietly. You reached for your necklace then, choking on a cry when your fingered touched the cool metal. Katsuki had gotten it for you a couple months in, a white gold chain with a K charm on it.

You ripped the chain off, and shoved it into Katsuki’s chest.

“Wait, what? Y/n.” He called after you. It started snowing then, thick pieces of snow that were cold on your bare shoulders. “Wait!”

You could hear his footsteps hurrying after you, the huffing that left his mouth.

“Stop trying to fix something you clearly don’t want!” You whirled around, eyes blurry with tears. “I don’t understand how you went from being so sweet to me to suddenly not caring. I don’t know why you even agreed to come to this stupid shitty dance with me anyway. You couldn’t even pretend to have fun, you asshole.”

You blinked your tears away, enough to look at him. Katsuki’s chin quivered, eyes downcast.

He took a shuddering breath, his chest shaking. You couldn’t tell since his face was turned down, but it seemed like he was either crying or trying not to cry.

“You don’t want your necklace?” He asked quietly, rubbing his thumb against the charm of his initial.

“I don’t see why I need it anymore, if we’re broken up.”

Katsuki’s shoulders shook then, and he brought a hand up to his mouth, in an attempt to keep his cries in. “I didn’t mean to fuck it up.”

He looked up at you, the look of pure devastation in his eyes. “I don’t want you to leave me. I was scared. I am scared. It’s not you, baby. You look phenomenal and you’re making me so nervous I can hardly stand it. But, I don’t deserve you. I’m scared that I’ll never deserve you and I’m sorry I haven’t communicated that you.”

You shifted from one foot to the other, feeling anxious under his stare. “Why have you been acting as if I’m just anybody? You hardly ever kiss me or hang out with me anymore. It’s like you don’t even want to be near me.”

Katsuki sucked in a breath. “I realized that I love you and that scared the shit out of me. Not much scares me, baby, but I’m scared absolutely shitless of losing you. I love you, and this life isn’t promised, especially with all the conflicts with the League of Villains. I don’t want to lose you. I couldn’t bear knowing what it’s like to have you in my life like this if anything happened to you. If I lost you now I think I’d die of heartbreak.”

Snow fell in his long blonde lashes, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold. He was beautiful. Adonis incarnate.

You stepped close to him, sliding your arms around his torso. He was warm, and his dress shirt was soft against your cheek. “Oh, Katsuki. I don’t want to fight anymore.”

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around you. It was like he was trying to shield you from the hurt. “I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to fuck things up. But I want to be good for you, I want to love you properly.”

You pressed your face into his chest, his heartbeat sounded like angels singing. “I love you, Katsuki.”

“I love you,” He breathed. “Turn around. I’ll put your necklace back on.”

His fingers were warm against your skin as he clasped your necklace back on. “Want to go back in and dance?”

You smiled softly at him, “No, can we just go back to my house? Put on some comfy clothes and watch a movie?”

Katsuki grinned at you, his pearly whites biting into his bottom lip softly. “Yeah, baby. We can do whatever you like.”

#bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia #katsuki x reader #mha imagines #bakugo angst #bakugo fluff

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tsumuswifey · 10 months

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kinda want to write a bucky barnes fic👀 anyone have any requests?? I'll write however many lmao.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #marvel #bucky marvel #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader

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tsumuswifey · 11 months

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#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hajime iwaizumi #kuroo tetsurou

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tsumuswifey · 11 months

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any requests?(: i’ll write for mha, haikyuu, blue lock, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, Harry Potter, cobra kai/karate kid ,(most books i’ll write for), and then any movies!

#haikyuu #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #blue lock #demon slayer #harry potter #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #harry potter x reader #cobra kai #johnny lawrence karate kid #karate kid

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tsumuswifey · 11 months

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i’m entering my johnny lawrence phase again🤭

#johnny lawrence #the karate kid #Johnny lawrence karate kid

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tsumuswifey · 11 months

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shinso x reader

felt like writing angst today💅🏻🧚🏻‍♀️ chill anyways..warnings: ptsd, crying, overall sadness, anxiety, mentions of death (not reader or shinso). hurt/comfort<3 ps, listen to in my room by chance peña while reading, bc that’s what i listened to while writing lmao.

A Friday night in early January finds you standing on the edge of the sidewalk, one foot already in the street as you await the go-ahead from the crosswalk. Across the street, the sign on Mei’s Flower’s blinks lazily, proclaiming that the shop is still open. You sigh, tilting your head back just far enough to see that the crosswalk sign has yet to change.

Shifting from one foot to the other, you adjust the straps of your backpack, and then adjust them again. You blow out a breath, watching as the warmth catches against the cold and creates a small cloud.

You check the time again, worrying your bottom lip when you see what time it is. You were supposed to be at your therapy appointment ten minutes ago, but it seems like everything that could’ve went wrong, went wrong. You consider ditching your appointment, readying yourself to turn around and walk yourself back to the dorms..but then you blink and you see her.

As if your anxiety about opening yourself up to someone that was practically a complete stranger wasn’t enough, a car blows by at an alarming speed, revving so loud that it sent vibrations dancing in the pavement beneath your feet. You yelp, taking multiple steps back.

By the time you make it to your appointment, your shaking like a leaf, and are on the verge of tears.

“Sorry ‘m late,” You apologize quietly to the doctor, finding your seat across from her in the comfortable arm chair.

“That’s alright, Y/n,” She says, small smile softening her sharp features.

There’s a beat of silence, one that has you shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

“So,” She begins, “Tell me about your best friend.”

You’re sure that her asking that was only an icebreaker, but it makes you wince. She tilts her head, pen insistently tapping against her notepad. You stare back at her owlishly, wracking your brain for an appropriate answer.

When you come up with one, nothing comes out. Because despite the amount of time that has gone by since the war ended..you’ve never spoken it out loud. Have never allowed yourself to, because then it would be much too real.

“She’s dead.” You settle on.

When you say it, you mean to say it curtly. Your voice betrays you, however, wobbling as if it were a newborn foal. The doctor tries to school her features, but you see the way her eyes widen when you say it.

“She died in the war,” You explain softly, “Right in front of me.”

The doctor takes a deep breath, and nods. “Would you like to expand on that?”

You shake your head, but your mouth seems to have a mind of its own because your mouth opens and you practically word vomit everything to the older woman.

Kimiko was as selfless as any person came. If anyone was destined to be a hero, it was her, and you knew that in the depths of your soul. It was strange, you think, how she seemed to know what her fate was. In the dark of the night, laying side by side, you’d talk about the future with her, dreaming up names for the agency you’d one day co-own with your best friend. She’d always reply with, We’ll see, Y/n. You never know what the future holds.

Maybe you should’ve listened. Maybe then you wouldn’t be so tired all of the time. Because lately, that’s all you seemed to be able to feel. Even still, sleep evaded you most nights, when the flashes of blood and Kimiko’s mangled body shone in the darkness of your eyelids.

“She took a blast for me,” You whisper, “He-“

You can’t even bring yourself to say his name. Just the thought leaves a bitter taste on your tongue, and you blink rapidly, trying with all your might to rid the tears from your lash line.

“Sorry, um, he was trying to attack me and I shut my eyes because I thought that was it. I thought, you know, well, shit, I’m going to die. And I accepted it, you know? But then I never felt the pain, never felt his quirk hit me..and I thought maybe it happened so fast that I died peacefully but when I opened my eyes Kimiko was there. And I thought she was alive,” You trail off for a moment, words caught in your throat from reliving the hardest moment of your short life.

“Kimiko,” You breathed, “Shit, ‘Ko, you’re bleeding.”

Rushing to her side, you kneel down against the asphalt, wincing when it digs into your knees painfully. You reach for her hand, trying to do anything in the moment to comfort her. You squeeze it once, then twice, and then a third time.

“Kimiko?”

You cock your head in confusion, “Kimiko, come on. This isn’t funny.”

Someone falls in behind you, laying a palm against your right shoulder. “Y/n,” They say, “It’s too dangerous for you to be sitting like this out in the open.”

You disregard them, scooting closer to your friend. “Kimiko, we still need to fight. Seriously, we’re nearly finished. It’ll be okay soon. Just get up and help a little longer and then you can rest, alright?”

“Y/n,” The person says more sternly. Todoroki, you think? You’re not sure. You can’t be sure of anything.

“Please!” You cry out, anguished sob tearing from your throat because she’s not moving. She’s not moving.

You stare at your shoes as you explain what happened to the doctor, hyper-focusing on the scuff etched into the rubber toe of your converse. You’d gotten it when Kimiko was trying to teach you to skateboard.

Funny, how something so small can mean so much.

With you arms crossed over your chest, as if it could protect you from her stare, from her looking into the depths of your soul, you look up, gauging the doctors reaction.

“Y/n. You have been through something extremely traumatic,” and you’re not sure why, but the way she says it, the way she takes her glasses off and looks at you so gently-it makes you nauseated.

“I’m fine, I’m just, I just miss her. That’s all. I’ll be fine, though.”

She sighs, “I think you believe that. But-“

You swallow deeply, trying to rid yourself of the nausea. “Can I go?”

She nods solemnly, crossing her legs. “I wouldn’t keep you here against your will. But I think you’d really benefit from coming back. So consider that, yeah?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Your mind is in a haze the whole walk back to the dorms. Saying it out loud..it did exactly what you didn’t want it to do. It made it feel real. A part of you feels awful for leaving like that, but you couldn’t do it anymore.

The warm air is stifling when you slip through the double doors of the dorms, trapping you in a sense of discomfort. You allow your backpack to thunk against the ground when it slips off your shoulders, catching the attention of your classmates.

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” Denki greets loudly. Normally you’d greet him back with the same excitement, but you’re not sure you can feel anything besides heavy. Everything is heavy. And you want the floor to swallow you whole, praying in your mind that it would just open up and let you fall through if only that meant you could get some relief from this horrible pain in your heart.

You halfheartedly wave at whomever is in the living room area, eyes glued to the elevator as you step past the kitchen. You press the button, and lean up against the wall, shutting your eyes for a moment while you wait for the familiar ding of its arrival. When it doesn’t come, you open your eyes, and glare at it, as if that would make it come any quicker.

“Damn it,” You mutter, slamming your palm against the button.

When it doesn’t do anything still, you break.

You don’t have the emotional capacity to feel embarrassed when you sink to the floor, face scrunched up as hot tears spill from your eyes. You land against the carpeting, chest heaving when you try to catch your breath.

“Honey,” Mina calls from somewhere behind you. You hear her fuzzy sock clad feet patter across the hall to you, and then her arms are circling around your shoulders, and it takes everything in you to not allow yourself to meld yourself against her.

“Hitoshi,” You mumble, choking on a sob.

“Hm?” Mina brushes a strand of wet hair from your cheek, tone soft.

“Can you get him for me, please? I want Shinso.”

You’re not sure how much time passes before you see the flash of violet hair, broad shoulders blocking your view of everyone.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, shooing everyone away so you can be alone with him. You shake your head, and move into his arms, pressing your face against his chest.

“I’m tired, ‘Toshi. I’m so sleepy. Please.”

He circles an arm around your shoulders, thumb rubbing against your shoulder blade. “I’ll walk you up to your room. C’mon.”

“No, no, no. I can’t sleep,” You cry, fisting his hoodie in your hands. “I see her when I close my eyes and I can’t sleep and it hurts so bad-“

He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of privacy as he scoops you into his arms with ease, hip checking the elevator button so he doesn’t have to let go of you. The walk to your room is quiet, silent tears spilling from you eyes. You could cry an ocean, you think, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Moonlight streams in through the floor to ceiling windows, casting brilliant beams of light across everything. You briefly wonder if Kimiko can see the moon where she’s at. You hope she can.

“Want me to stay with you for a bit?” Hitoshi asks, baritone voice echoing through the empty hall. You nod against his shoulder, too tired to verbally answer him. He unlatches your door, and steps through with you still in his arms. Your room is disheveled, empty bottles strewn about the room, homework papers piled up precariously on your desk.

“Sorry for the mess,” You whisper.

“Hush.” Is Hitoshi’s response. He sets you down on your bed before rifling through your dresser for something cozy to wear. He helps you get changed, violet eyes staring into yours until you’re fully dressed.

You snuggle into your comforter, trying to get as comfortable as possible.

“Can you help me sleep?”

Hitoshi bites the inside of his cheek, looking deep in thought. “I don’t know if I feel good about using my quirk on you, sweetheart.”

“Please,” You ask, voice cracking, “Please, ‘Toshi. I haven’t slept in so long.”

He nods once, before laying down beside you. He reaches a hand out, stroking your cheekbone with his knuckles when he looks you in the eyes. “You’re sure, baby?”

“Please.”

He takes a deep breath, and pulls you into his arms. Cradling you to his chest, he commands, “Go to sleep. You deserve the rest.”

The last thing you recall before sleep claims you, is the feeling of him kissing the top of your head.

A dreamless sleep is what you get, and when you awake, it’s ten in the morning. You open your eyes to find Hitoshi beside you on his back, deep in thought as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Hitoshi,” You greet, joy evident in your voice. “I haven’t slept that well in so long.”

His lips quirk up. “Good. I’m glad, sweetheart.” He turns on his side to face you, handsome smile greeting you. He opens his arms up for you, and you snuggle in close, pressing yourself as close to him as you can.

“Thank you for doing that for me.”

“You’re welcome, Y/n. You know I’d do whatever I could to help you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You agree, thanking Kimiko in your mind for sending you someone to help you get through this.

Once again I rlly don’t like this lmao. Idk if I’m just self deprecating or if I just rlly don’t like my own writing but maybe that’s the same thing. Anyway! Thanks for reading. Mwuah!

#mha #myheroacademia #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso imagine #bnha shinsou #shinso x reader #bnha #bnha angst #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #shinso hitoshi x reader

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Thinking about Tanaka, who despite all the muscles and tough exterior, treats you so extremely gently.

Thinking about him cuddling you against him in the middle of the night during the summer, your bedroom window wide open, cool breeze flirting with your curtains as it swirls around the room. You’d be wearing sleep shorts and one of his bigger t-shirts, your hands and legs cold from the breeze as you snuggle against him, pressing as close as you can to him in the summer before your last year of high school.

And thinking about him crying with you when your childhood dog passes away from old age; after all, good ole’ Buster loved Tanaka like he loved your family, and while you’d only been with Tanaka for a little over a year, they were the best of buds. So when you call him, barely able to tell him what’s wrong through your sobs, his heart feels like it cracks in half. He’s toeing on his shoes as quick as he can, swiping Saeko’s keys from the bowl by their front door and before she can even inquire about where he’s going, he’s long gone. When he finds you in your room, curled up on the floor with Buster’s favorite toy, he drops to his knees and cries with you. And it’s so nice, you think, that even though your boyfriend looks and acts tough, he’s so gentle. So empathetic.

And if you’re feeling sad, Tanaka would be the first to pick you up, make sure you’re fed and hydrated. He’d doing anything he could to see you smile, whispering a soft there she is, there’s my girl, when you do.

Also thinking about Tanaka, who is stretched for money, but goes out and buys you a beautiful ring right before he proposes, because even though he can barely make it through the month sometimes, he loves you so much and wants you to know that.

Thinking about Tanaka, who swears up and down that he isn’t good with kids, but would do anything for his newborn daughter. Thinking about him having chest time with her, where he takes his shirt off and lays her down on his chest because it’s good for her, he says. You know that means that it’s good for him. He likes to know that the little human he helped create is his, and that she’s loved.

Just thinking about Tanaka.<3

#haikyuu tanaka #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #tanaka x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #hq fluff #tanaka fluff

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tsumuswifey · 11 months

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bakugo x reader. i was listening to The Archer and was inspired<3

“Y’know,” Katsuki says one night, “You’re the only person that has ever really seen me.”

He says it in a tone you’ve never heard before. It’s soft, and vulnerable in a way that makes your heart stutter.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, turning on your side to get a better look at him. The bed of his truck is made comfortable by the ample amount of blankets and pillows crammed into it, and if it weren’t for the boy beside you and the stars above you, you’d have been long asleep by now.

His fingers tap against his chest where his hands are resting. He tilts his head, long blonde lashes kissing his cheekbones when he blinks owlishly.

“Uh,” He huffs out a laugh, sounding almost caught off guard that you asked him that. “I mean, it’s exactly what it sounds like.”

He turns on his side, too, hoodie rustling against the fleece blanket he’s laying on. You’re not sure if he’s cold, or if he does it out of vulnerability, but he pulls the sleeves over his hands before expanding further on his thoughts. “You’ve never doubted my intentions. Even when I’ve felt lost in my anger or my want to be better, you’ve always been there, cheering me on. It’s like you know me better than I know me. Everyone sees me as this punk kid who only cares about being number one, and yeah, I do care about that but..I care about other people and I want to help people. It’s just l- it’s really hard for me to show it. But somehow you’ve always seemed to know that.”

He pauses for a moment, then, “You’ve always been able to see that behind all the bravado, I’m just a kid who really needs someone to tell me they’re proud of me.”

He reaches out then, grabbing your waist gently. “Come closer to me, please.”

You shift into his arms, and it shouldn’t make you this nervous being so close to him, you’ve been together since the official beginning of your second year at UA, but his vulnerability brings a sense of intimacy you’re not sure you’ve quite reached yet in your relationship. You shiver, feeling overwhelmed and delighted at all once.

“Are you cold, pretty girl?” Katsuki asks, arms tightening around you as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. You shake your head, trying to gather your thoughts.

You were sure you wouldn’t be able to articulate yourself nearly as well as Katsuki’d just done, but you manage to think of what you want to say before you open your mouth and spew nonsense.

“I think that a lot of people villainized you for a long time because they couldn’t see that through all the brashness and the harsh words that you were a very wounded person internally, and that all of the carrying on with the mean exterior was a cry for help. It wasn’t difficult to see that you needed someone to help you bear the weight of everything going on inside your head, Katsuki.”

You end your little speech with a kiss to his jawline, feeling weightless when Katsuki shifts so that your sitting with your knees on either side of his waist. He reaches up, finger tracing along the bridge of your nose before trailing the outline of your lips. “I love you, Y/n. You see right through me. I’m not sure how, but you do. You’re the only person that ever has. And I love you so much, that sometimes it’s hard to breathe when I’m around you.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t be sitting on your ribs if you can’t breathe-“

He lightly pinches your thigh, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” You affirm. “I love you, Katsuki. It’s a privilege being able to know exactly who you are.”

And it is. Thinking back on all the times his fear of not being good enough reared it’s ugly head and all the times people only made it worse by making a joke of it but you were always there, you were always in his corner. You weren’t even sure what had drawn you to him in the first place, but like a moth to a flame, you found yourself unable to stay away. And you were glad, because while people looked at him and saw an angry brute of a boy, you saw the kid who climbed through your bedroom window at three in the morning to comfort you from flashbacks of the war. You saw the kid, who admitted how nervous he was right before he gave you his first kiss, who blushed and trembled like you’d never seen before. You saw the kid who always made sure you knew you were loved, even though it was so hard for him to express himself.

Katsuki sits up, nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately.

“Thank you,” He breathes, pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for seeing me.”

You lean into him, into his warmth.

“I always did, and I always will, Katsuki.”

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I've got an atsumuxreader request where they are in a secret relationship but it starts getting to the point where they have little to no interaction in public. making her feel insecure and she starts wondering if he even loves her anymore, when girls start flirting with him and his teammates ask him about any girls he might be interested in and he doesn't hint at being in a relationship at all. I'm a sucker for angst to fluff!!

Thank youuuuu!! ❤️❤️

Of course, one Atsumu x Reader coming right up!(:

Atsumu was destined to be great.

If there was anything to be sure of, it was just that. Growing up with him had shown you on more than one occasion that if that boy had his eyes set on something, that he was going to achieve it. It didn't matter what it cost him, he was incredibly headstrong.

So when he approached you on a hazy morning in early December, hands trembling in a way you'd never seen before, words tumbling from his mouth so fast you could hardly understand a thing he'd said, it had shocked you. Long gone was the Atsumu that puffed his chest out every time someone complimented his skills. Long gone, was the Atsumu that didn't so much as get the nervous sweats before volleyball matches in front of scouts.

"I'm sorry, Tsumu," You start, heart pounding wildly against your ribs, "I'm not quite sure I caught that."

He visibly shudders, unable to hold eye contact as he says almost desperately, "I'd really like to take ya on a date. Please. Let me take ya on a date?"

He says it slowly, accent dripping from his mouth like molasses. He rakes a hand through his murky hair, fingers shaking so hard you almost consider asking him if he needs to sit down and just breathe.

He almost loses hope when you don't immediately answer his question, but then he looks up at you, and your mouth forms the words, yes 'Tsum, I'd love that, and his whole world tilts on its axis.

Your friendship had always been a close one. Your friends had never batted an eye at the way your head would slowly find its rest against one of his broad shoulders during movie nights, nor the way you'd wear his hoodies.

So when the shift happens, no one notices. Not even Suna, the perceptive guy he was. You both decided that maybe it was for the best, if you kept your relationship from everyone until you could figure out a good way to break the news.

It wasn't that you really thought your friends would be upset, it was just that it was all so new, and as much as you hoped it wouldn't happen, if you decided to breakup, neither of you wanted to cause rifts in the friend group.

You go on for two months like that, hiding your relationship behind the guise of your already close friendship. It isn't a terrible feat, besides the fact that 99% of the time, your boyfriends literal other half is around, making it difficult to spend any time together. But then you started looking forward to little things, like the winks Atsumu'd send you in passing at school, or his foot nudging yours beneath the desk in math class. You grew tired of watching your friends freely hug and kiss their boyfriends. You grew tired of pretending to cheer on Atsumu as a friend and not as your boyfriend.

Over time, it began to feel like you weren't really dating him anymore.

It didn't hit its breaking point until you were eating at your favorite ramen shop with the twins, Suna, and Ginjima. You feel like your heart might burst from your chest when Ginjima excitedly asks Atsumu about a girl who had been flirting with him after practice earlier in the day.

You eye him carefully, gauging his reaction. It's not that you didn't trust him, it's just the absolute lack of anything between the two of you had gotten to your head. You feel sick to your stomach when he blushes.

"Ah yeah," Your boyfriend finally says, "She was nice an' all but I'm not looking for a relationship or anything at the moment. Volleyball's the most important thing to me right now. Can't let some girl cloud my judgement, y'know? Can't take my eyes off the prize just yet-"

You shove your stool back, wincing when it clatters to the ground, catching the attention of every person in the small ramen shop.

"Woah," Suna breaks the silence, "Y/n, are you good?"

You take a deep breath, embarrassment sending a chill up your spine. "Yeah, um, sorry, I just don't feel very well. Think I ate something bad. I'll see you guys tomorrow, 'kay?"

You grab your backpack off of the ground, slinging it around your shoulders before taking off for the exit.

"Wait up," Atsumu says hurriedly, trying to catch up with you, "I'll walk ya home."

You shake your head, forcing yourself to put one foot in front of the other. "No thanks, I don't really think you should be around me. Might cloud your judgement or-"

"Y/n."

Atsumu grabs you by the back of the sleeve, yanking hard enough that you fall against him.

"Y/n," He says again. "I didn't mean that, angel. Ya had to have known I didn't mean that, right?"

You click your tongue, feeling mad at yourself when tears collect on your lash line.

You sigh dejectedly, "Atsumu, I love being your girlfriend..but lately it's like I'm not. I can't remember the last time you genuinely kissed me. I get that we wanted to keep this a secret, but I'm really starting to wish we never decided that because I want to be able to hold your hand and wear your jersey and I want you to be able to call me 'angel' in front of everyone. It just hurt that you said all of that. Whether you meant it or not. And I know it's dumb but hearing Ginjima talk about that girl flirting with you..it made me feel icky. I dunno-"

And for the second time in one night, Atsumu cuts you off.

"Baby," He breathes, gathering you into his arms. "I am so sorry. I don't want you to feel that way. I love you. I really do. I think I have since the day I found ya sitting on the sidewalk playing with worms after a rainstorm. All I've ever wanted to do is respect you and yer wishes, so if I'd known ya felt like this I wouldn't have been so closed off."

You press your face into his chest, breathing in the smell of his deodorant. "Can we stop being a secret, 'Tsumu? I'm sick of being secretive."

You feel him nod his head before his lips press against the top of your head. "Me too. It's hard to not be able to boast about my girl to all my friends. Did you know that she's the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on?"

"Is she?" You ask, heart in your throat.

"Yeah," He confirms, "And, don't tell her this, but sometimes I feel like my heart is reaching for hers. That's how in love with her I am."

You tilt your head back to look at him, nearly swooning when he whispers, "There she is. There's my beautiful girl."

Leaning up, you kiss him softly.

"Love you," You whisper, nudging your nose playfully against his.

"Who loves me?"

"I love you."

You can feel the way Atsumu grins before he returns the sentiment.

"I love ya, too, baby."

You take a deep breath, heels finding the ground as you suggest going back to the ramen shop to talk to the guys about your relationship.

"Ah," Atsumu says awkwardly, "Something tells me they already know."

You turn to find the Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima standing not far from you guys.

"How long have you been watching us?"

"Long enough to find out that you guys are together!" Ginjima says, accusation etched into his tone. Suna snorts, and nudges Osamu.

"Nah, we've known."

Ginjima raises his hand, "Hello? I didn't?"

Osamu deadpans, "No shit, Sherlock. Else you would've kept your big mouth shut and not upset the lady back there."

You're suddenly unsure of if you feel relieved that your relationship is out in the open or slightly afraid. Either way, all you know, is that you are loved, and for now, that is more than enough.

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