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Evening lectures
Pairing: Levi x Reader
Synopsis: Basically professor Levi and you’re his student.
CW: None :)
A/N: ARGHRWJIEDHAW I’m sorry I love professor x students plots. Things that break the code of conduct is the trope for me. So you can probably guess why I brain dumped this here instead of doing my work. Please enjoy! If you want a part 2 (which I’ll probably end up doing in the future anyway), you can request for it. Now cue in the fluffy headcanons~
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So it’s your night class, 7pm, and you’re especially excited for this class.
Why? Well maybe because the professor is Levi Ackerman - your boyfriend - but nobody has to know about that except the both of you.
The students disperse themselves across the halls, none of them are sitting at the front though.
That’s not because Mr Ackerman is someone have a immense course of dislike for, it’s just because he scares the living hell out of them.
You’d sit at the very front of the class, purposely of course.
He’d be trying to focus on lecturing, but every now and then, curiosity gets the better of him and his eyes trail towards your figure.
You’re writing notes whilst smiling, and he sort of blushes (the heat rising to his cheeks until he’s aware of it) seeing you so interested in his lessons.
You make him feel exceptionally special and he doesn’t know why at first.
Maybe because others have dozed off in his class before? Maybe because he overheard some students saying that he was boring? But it’s strange because he’d never let that get to his head.
If they don’t want to listen to him, it’s their loss.
So yes, the answer is just you and your charm.
During the rest of the time frame, you continue your custom of jotting down notes and smiling at him.
When you make eye contact, you giggle and he furrows his brows to indicate that you’re distracting him.
You both know that he secretly likes it though, so whoops! Maybe not so much of a secret anymore.
Whilst he gives time for other students to write their notes, you lock eyes again and he’s mouthing quips to start up a banter.
“After class?”
You nod. Obviously.
He mouths something else to you but you can’t seem to make out what he’s saying. So he pulls out his phone and points at it, signalling that he’ll text you whatever he just said instead.
Levi: Let’s head to Tesco later.
Yes, the boomer texts with full punctuation and capitalisation, unlike you.
You: tesco? why tesco? 🤥
You can see the difference.
Levi: To pick up a few things. I’ll be cooking dinner for us tonight.
You: that sounds lovely 😽
You look up to see Levi chuckling a bit.
Levi: Anyone told you that you look pretty today?
You: no not rlly
Actually the dude from your morning session did compliment you - Mark, no it’s something else... Marco! That’s right.
You don’t want to ruin the moment with Levi though, knowing that he gets jealous easily and the fact that you can’t even remember the guy's name.
Levi: You’re really pretty. There you go.
You: hehe… thank you mr ackerman
You then send him a cute blowing kiss chibi gif and how does he react? Duh, obviously he blushes…
The old man loves giddy shit like this. He’d rather die than having to admit it though.
He clicks his phone and tucks it back into his pockets.
He continues his lecture almost as if nothing happened and you mentally remind yourself how good he is at hiding your relationship.
It’s fine, you can deal without PDA, dating him is already a big honour.
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After class, the students rushed out of the halls with looks ready to hit the sack any minute.
You stay back, and the students are too tired to even notice that you’re not leaving, like every other night you have Mr Ackerman.
Night classes have their fair share of pluses, you suppose.
You stare at Levi expectantly and he walks over to you when he notices the last of his students leave.
Everyone besides you.
You look up at him next to you with his hand out.
He smiles, “Shall we get going then?”
You grab your notebook and supplies, shoving it into your tote bag.
“Yup!” and you happily take his hand.
You walk together hand in hand, and you swing your hands around like a child, skipping.
You’re really content, really really content with your old man.
Levi doesn’t seem to back down or anything, he lets you carry out your childish acts.
For some reason, that adds to your cuteness. If anyone else did that, he’ll probably scoff in distaste.
You walk the isolated back route that’s technically exclusive for staff but you have that pass due to Levi.
Luckily for you, your university never made explicit rules prohibiting a professor-student relationship so you didn’t have to worry about the few CCTVs nearby either.
You were sure it was discouraged, but it was allowed in the end.
Levi scans his card out to the parking lot and the both of you walk up to his car.
He drives to the grocery store while the both of you talk about your day, mostly you because Levi was much more of a listener.
Also he’s done enough talking for today. Lectures cause his throat to run dry.
He likes seeing you ramble on about how your other classes were not as entertaining as his. The comparison flatters him.
One of his hands rubs your thighs and you don’t even flinch since it’s a norm for you.
And anyway you’re really passionate about slandering your other professors oddly enough.
“You know it’s rude to say that about Mr Henderson.”
“I don’t care. He’s so- WEDAHEDHEWDU”
Levi chuckles as you eventually break out into gibberish.
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At the grocery store Levi literally spoils you.
Like he really goes all out.
He’s basically volunteering to be your sugar daddy at this point.
He drops things into his cart that he notices you’ve liked to snack away on when studying.
He also drops the things that you’ve been eyeing without saying a word.
You see the cart full of ingredients, not only for dinner but the snacks are occupying at least 40% of the space too.
He went ham.
“Mr Ackerman…” you sigh, “now how will we finish all of this?”
“Informal names off hours, Miss.”
“Levi.” you correct yourself, but also to make an assertion that you want an answer.
“It’s no big deal. I’ll treat you tonight.”
You want to argue but you’re also not in the mood. You know Levi takes great pleasure in spoiling you and making you feel like a complete princess.
It’s not like you mind anyway.
You distract yourself at the counter from the paycheck because you know that you’ll end up butting in if you see the price.
Levi swiftly scans his credit cart and the both of you saunter back to his car.
Your hands are wrapped around his arm as you lean in all giggly.
He’s offered to take the plastic bags for you like he always does.
It’s honestly so cute.
#levi x you#levi x reader#dead#fluffy#like so fluffy#been thinking about this for ages#levi ackerman#levi#aot levi#aot#shingeki no kyojin
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college boyfriend levi headcanons: exam season
+ pairings: levi ackerman x (fem) reader
+ genres and warnings: college au, fluff, nothing too dramatic
+ notes: this is combination of about three or four requests i got around the similar theme of finals (are you guys okay…. pls drink water omg), so i hope you don’t mind that i combined them!
From the outside, Levi is very composed, even when he’s stressed out. Unless you really know him, it’d be hard to tell he’s going through something at all—whether it be personal or because of school.
Just because he’s good at hiding it, doesn’t mean it’s always healthy lol. It’s not always… unhealthy, either; but one of his coping mechanisms is definitely to keep to himself, in an attempt to try and gain control of all the chaos.
Luckily for Levi, you’ve gotten pretty good at telling whenever he’s hiding something. That, and there’s only so composed one human being can be during finals week lol.
He doesn’t mind being taken care of, but it’s not something he seeks out either. But if you try showing him support, he’ll accept whatever you have to offer.
If you can’t exactly help him with the content of his classes, he’ll still be grateful to know that you’d want to buy him snacks, or study with him, or nap with him, or even just text to check up on him. Little things like that mean a lot to him.
When it comes it you, however, he almost doesn’t ever verbally acknowledge that you’re having a hard time—he only shows it through his actions, and he’ll do whatever he can to make your life easier when things are stressful.
Keep reading
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Dad Levi
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the end of an era.
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“An Ode To Snow” was so guud 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so so much for your support and reading!! :D
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An Ode To Snow
AHHHH FINALLY, IT’S HERE!! ‘An Ode To Snow’ is a project that I’ve been working on for a rough couple of months now, and I don’t know what took me so long really. Maybe it’s that fact that this was never meant to exceed a 1000 words in the first place.
To briefly put it, AOTS is a college AU and it is a Megumi x Reader. The story is revolved around winter time, and it talks about how you and Megumi’s relationship flourish through it.
I won’t ramble on too long now that I have laid out the info that I needed to. Just special mentions to @jwxei again, and I know I mention this in the fic itself, but seriously, I can’t thank her enough. For being my beta reader and helping me out with major scenes. Thank you so so so much <3
Anyway, here is the link to AOTS, and I’ve added the blurb down below as well. Happy reading!
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All was customary until this special winter unfolds itself, and out of pity, you get close to a strange Japanese boy taking up your course: Megumi Fushiguro - the transfer student, the intern, your buddy.
Did your reticent self make the right decision? Perhaps.
#fushiguro megumi#jujutsu kaisen#megumi fluff#jujutsu kaisen megumi#megumi x reader#megumi x y/n#jjk smut#jjk fluff#jjk angst#basically all in one#look at the tags on ao3
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Kylo Ren’s failed mission
There’s no pairing for this one, just a cute little developed headcanon based on the fanart below.
Characters involved: Eren, Gabi, Reiner, Armin, Falco, Pieck and Porco
CW: None :)
A/N: I don’t really know what’s with me and AOT headcanons today but I hope you enjoy them regardless. Shameless plug for my other post (an Eremika headcanon) which you can view here. Credits to the artist Marida on Twitter! Here is the original art piece.
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It’s dinner time, and Reiner struggles to get Gabi to eat her vegetables.
Like he’s literally struggling because Gabi is fending the broccolis off with a toy lightsaber.
Her sudden interest for Star Wars is also because Reiner didn’t have the hearts to prohibit her from watching what she wants (even if the show contains violent scenes). Furthermore, he enjoyed the kid’s company when he was binging the classic series late at night.
Her current misbehaviour is obviously because the man spoils her too much and can’t get her to listen to him properly.
Eren, who was simultaneously eating whilst going on his phone, complains that Gabi was distracting everyone at the dining table.
He decides to show Reiner ‘the way of disciplining children’, and Reiner watches closely, amused at what tactics he was about to craft up.
“Imposter! Imposter!” Eren yells with a garbled mock-up of Kylo Ren’s accent, sending Reiner into immediate fits of laughter.
He picks up the enemy’s red lightsaber and starts jabbing it in Gabi’s direction to intimidate her.
“If you don’t eat your veggies now, there shall be consequences.” he declares in a funny tone.
Reiner, cackling to tears, pulls out his phone and starts recording the hilarious scene of Eren’s rare moments of interacting with Gabi. Only though, his stubby fingers are blocking the entire webcam.
Reiner sends the video the Pieck and Porco without checking twice. He doesn’t realise the only thing he managed to record was a 2 second clip of Gabi crying with him laughing in the background.
Porco: What is this?
Pieck: Why are you laughing at Gabi crying?
Also, bear in mind that Eren tolerance levels with kids are surfacing just above the negatives; in other words, he can’t stand them at all.
Therefore, in a matter of seconds, Eren’s “fake mad” switches up to real anger when Gabi would not accept his ‘friendly’ broccoli offer, but rather she cries.
He starts to jab both the fork and lightsaber around; Reiner practically losses it.
Armin, who was also present at the dinner table, took out his camera and took a much clearer photo of the scene.
He smiles to himself, and on the weekend, he decides to go and print it out, adding to the collection of photos he’s garnered of his friends.
He writes at the back of the photo, “Gabi fighting for her life as Eren corners her with a broccoli.”
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Several years later and Gabi manages to get her hands of Armin’s scrapbook of photos.
A photo slips out of one of the pages and she reads the writing on the back of it.
Curious at the mention of her name, she flips it around and recalls the hilarious memory of Eren trying to feed her.
She laughs heartily, tells the story to Falco and Levi, who are both concerned by the end of it.
“Gabi,” Falco whines out her name, “You really made Mr Yeager do that?”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Levi grumbles, “Would’ve had a reason to kill that brat a long time ago.”
#aot headcanons#eren aot#armin aot#aot gabi#reiner aot#pieck#porco#eren yeager#armin arlert#gabi braun#reiner braun#levi#falco#comedic
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Omega Ad
Pairing: Eren x Mikasa
CW: None :)
A/N: So I suddenly thought of this very specific headcanon of Eremika starring in an Omega Ad, and yes, I’m talking about the Swiss luxury watch brand here.. Anyway due to impulses, I’ve decided to dump it into a post for you guys to read. I’m just going to hope that this doesn’t flop and I’ll be motivated to do a part 2 in Eren’s perspective later on 😭
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The ad starts with a fade-in transition, and the video crops into a cinematic horizontal shot - those with a trimmed border enhancing the contents of the video.
The ad is monochromatic, bringing an overall evocative vibe to the viewers.
It begins with Mikasa getting ready for school (high school to be exact); she’s seen waking up compliantly, not even groaning to the sound of her alarm.
This is where we spot the first display of an Omega clock.
Benign music pans in the backdrop as she unfolds the blinds; the crack of dawn seeping into her room whilst she makes her bed steadfastly.
Then it cuts to brief extracts of her daily routine: brushing her teeth, washing her face, showering, making breakfast (where she messes up a little, but barely flinches), enjoying her first meal and catching glances at her clock, which is the second time an Omega clock is presented.
She quickly washes the dishes, and heads back into her bedroom to put on her uniform.
Not long later, she comes back out of her bathroom, changed into the attire - which is ironed out perfectly, by the way.
She momentarily stands in front of the mirror, wrapping her signature red scarf around her neck and pouting at the sight of it.
Mikasa carries her randoseru, making last minute double-checks before she rushes out of the door.
When she sees that everything is organised, she kisses the photograph of her parents mounted on her bedside table.
This has always been a habit to Mikasa, and she secretly believes it sets her up for a good day.
Finally, she leaves her apartment and sets off to the subway.
Her journey to the subway takes longer than she expects, with the bustling commotions of traffic accompanying her. Occasionally, she glances down at her watch (the 3rd mention of an Omega product), slightly anxious.
However she doesn’t question why the traffic was exceptionally bad today because Tokyo’s city life had always been unpredictable and rather inconsistent.
She reaches the opening of the local metro after a whopping 20 minutes of walking (obviously in the ad, this time is cut short).
It takes her plenty of struggle to get to the fare collection systems. Her body is swimming amidst the hasty crowd, her arm clutching firmly on her metro card is the only thing floating above the sea of people.
By the time she gets pass the racket, her train is already due to arrive.
She swiftly fixes her hair and her now creased uniform.
The camera zooms out into a long shot, where we view an ephemeral yet thrilling scene of the train zooming past and the silhouettes of Mikasa and a mysterious boy in the foreground. The mysterious boy, you can guess, is Eren.
Out of curiosity, Mikasa stares at the boy beside her, who, weirdly enough, was wearing the recognisable uniform. He had his hair tied up into a careless man-bun, and was eating an apple nonchalantly though he looked like he’d arrived just minutes earlier.
Mid chew, Eren also sneaks a look at Mikasa, sensing the stares on him. He winks at her but that only causes her to look away, out of favour of the playboy.
Eren doesn’t manage to see Mikasa blushing into her scarf in the opposite direction, sadly.
He opens his mouth to say something, but before he could, the doors of the train open and Mikasa steps in hurriedly.
The amount of entrepreneurs cramming around the space stops him from being able to transfer from one passenger car to another.
He’ll just have to hope that fate allows him to bump into this pretty stranger again.
#eren x mikasa#eremika#eremika hcs#eremika headcanon#aot headcanons#aot high school au#more fluff#shingeki no kyojin
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HI BOOO alr can i request a prince bakugo where he discovers you're trying to kill him whilst being a princess from another place (basically fem reader) cause it's part of your plan to stop him being king BASED ON A DREAM I HAD
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Nobles in the night
Requested by @jwxei
Pairing: Bakugo x (fem) Reader
Synopsis: You’re a princess set out to kill the king of your nation. Will you succeed?
Word count: 1,821
CW: Attempted murder
A/N: Played ‘Phantom of the Opera’ soundtracks whilst writing this. Dying right now ✌️
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“The hour of the ball has transpired.” a hushed voice came from behind the entrance.
With the help of his usual dynamic tone, Bakugo immediately recognises the familiar voice of his fidus Achates, Kirishima Eijiro.
“Very well.” he sighs, and Kirishima could almost hear a frown through his raspy voice.
None of this was going the way Bakugo wanted it to, yet he couldn’t back out anymore; it was simply too late.
“I’ll be taking my leave then, your majesty.” Kirishima reports.
“Please do.”
Bakugo examines his profile in the gilded mirror. He glowers at his own reflection, how outlandish he looked in his formal attire. Even short of the mantle cloak he was supposed to wear tonight, everything about what he’s dressed himself was far too extravagant for his liking.
He poses again with several new angles as if his judgements will change in one swift movement, but of course, it still feels improper.
He drops his eyes in defeat, succumbing to the unadorned fact that he was going to have to get used to the policies of being king.
He has no idea why everyone worshipped the throne. All he ever wanted was to live a secluded life with his family and friends.
In actuality, that was what he had before the Mediterranean War a year prior to the present, wiping out the entirety of his family, ergo his newfound entitlement: the king. Kirishima was the only part of his childhood that remained, the only part of his childhood he still had physical contact with. It wasn’t surprising to say that he was very attached to the man, granting him the chancellor’s position.
Which is why with Kirishima and his family’s former support, it was impossible for him to deny the tradition of the annual ball no matter how much he opposes it. He hates the notion of prattling aristocrats shattering his peace and quietness. Even more so of his invitation to you, the Princess of Agathinos, under the monarchy’s recommendation. This would be the first time a guest with royal blood would visit the palace ever since his family’s death.
As always, Bakugo initially wanted to decline, but Kirishima advised him that he should accept it since it was ‘time’ for him to start courting. He thought Kirishima was being a nuisance, then again he also didn’t want to be looked down on by the aristocrats. He already knows there are rumours of him, calling him all sorts of names like ‘boorish to women’ or ‘ a critter of another nation’.
Bakugo was a smart man, so it didn’t take him much to realise that if he really terminated these accustomed traditions, the public would cause unnecessary commotions. Therefore, for the sake of his future peace and his reputation, the ball is set to commence tonight.
Bakugo snaps out of his sombre daze as he reaches the doors to his chamberlains. He fixes himself, coughs a little, before the doors open and he’s now striding out into the hallway.
Two handmaids are waiting outside his chambers on cue, guiding him to the ballroom. Bakugo glances around the normally dimmed hall, spotting the marshals line-up in armour and the walls decorated with large candles and Renaissance artifacts. He could hear the distant melodies of the orchestra, currently playing some melodramatic composition. Amidst the lively energy of the hall, Bakugo thought that these attributes only made the area more inhumane.
Bakugo soon enters the top of the stairway, where he adjusts himself as he sits on his throne. He doesn’t even get a few seconds to himself and the guests are already flooding into the ballroom, producing a discord between the music and the chatters.
“Just great.” he grumbles to himself, resting his chin atop a fisted hand.
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“For the stead of my parents and the kingdom.” you remind yourself.
You too were sitting in front of your vanity mirror, questioning yourself of your affairs.
You stare into the mirror long and hard. The dress you were currently wearing is the embodiment of an icy blue oasis. The crystal embroidery embellished on the outermost tulle of the skirt was your definition of a wintery wonderland. The rest of your body was touched up with matching accessories too: diamond earrings, silk gloves and silver hair ornaments. Everything about your outfit shone under the moonlight, but you didn’t, you merely blended in with the dark. Especially with the expression you were holding, no one was going to see you as a ‘princess’.
The reason for your morose mien was your parents, who weren’t attending the ball alongside you as they were busied with engagements arranged overseas.
The only thing they left behind for you was the invitation card, and a letter explicitly telling you to the murder the king.
At the time you read the letter, you were shocked at how your parents could possibly craft up an assassination plot with such detail. You weren’t oblivious to your parents being megalomaniacs; it was why they were away most of the time, focus directed towards any other royalty overseas rather than their own daughter back at home.
Another reason why they never really bothered with you was because you were a daughter. Although you were an only child, you understood that society’s misogynistic ways definitely influenced their lack of attention towards you.
It's not like you and your family had a bad relationship but you weren’t exactly close either, therefore you didn’t have enough memories to form any opinions on them. Well that is up until now, when the confidential letter telling you the kill the king ceaselessly echoes through your mind.
Brazen of you, but you wanted to get some of your family’s attention for once. In a sense, you inherited their selfishness.
You temporarily shake off your thoughts, and with the minimal amount of dignity left in you, tread along to where your chauffeur was, waiting to escort you to the plaza - the location of the castle.
Inside the privacy of your cart, the thoughts of how the assassination will go runs through your mind as you fiddle nervously on the holster underneath your dress.
You just hope you’ll manage to come out in one piece.
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The moment you make your ‘grand’ entrance at the ball, strangers are already gushing at you as a peculiar redhead announces your status.
You realise that this was probably your first official appearance in public as your parents never let you out, contradicting their own actions.
You waste no time to ask around for the location of the lavatories. Luckily, the same redhead fills you in on the information you need, and you manage to make a quick escape to the toilets.
You shut the doors behind you, puffing in pure relief. You were never good with crowds since you haven’t even been outside after all, so the comfort of this cloistered space warms you a little.
Anyway, you’re here to collect yourself before you even dare to think about killing anyone.
It takes you a while to calm your breathing as the plan continues to play through your mind for what feels like an eternity. Killing really is all that disturbing.
When you finally muster up enough courage, you step out of the lavatory with undeveloped confidence. Flushing, you look down at your feet as you attempt to make your way back into the ballroom, not even noticing the man standing straight ahead. You stumble into him ungraciously, earning you a merited knock on the head.
“Ouch.” you wince in pain.
Your eyes drift up to meet with a prepossessing blonde who gazes down at you with an amused guise. He was dressed in haute couture, a form-fitting navy suit pinned with the golden emblem of the Bakugo’s: a griffin.
Without a second glance, you instantly note that he’s the king.
“Careful, Princess of Agathinos.” he alerts, his voice suiting as the most soothing cord of notes you’ve heard pour out of a mouth in a while.
How did he recognise you?
“You dropped something, princess.” Stupefied, you watch in awe as he bends down to pick up your possession.
Moments later, you finally knock yourself out to check what’s fallen off your outfit. In vain, you find all your accessories precisely in their designated locations.
Wait.
“A dagger?” he taunts, raising a brow in your way, “Mind explaining why you need this in a clearly guarded place?”
“My King, I-”
“Don’t have anything to defend yourself with?” Your eyes widen at his accurate observation.
Unnerved, you flee from his light grasp and begin pacing in the opposite direction witlessly.
“Running away from me in my premises. How fatuous.” he chuckles to himself, inspecting the dagger that played in his hands.
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You dash tirelessly past the postern and into what appears to be a garden. You don’t give a second thought as you bolt through a vineyard, the chiffon fabric tufting together under the remiss handling of your silk gloves.
Reaching the mouth of an inviting forest, you feel a pair of arms repelling you from going any further. Your eyes widen once more, not being able to tell if you were gratified or terrified, or a genuine mixture of both.
“I wouldn’t go there if I were you.” the flattery music blows into your ear.
Absent from warnings, two strong arms spin your waist around to engage you with a handsome physique under the moonlight. You shudder at the enchanting sight of the king.
If he’s run all the way here for you unaccompanied, it is only alright for you to assume that he doesn’t care about the incident back there.
He seems to be more interested in you, like you are with him.
“Please don’t run, princess. I’m not the beast that everyone deems me to be.”
You show no apparent reaction to his comment, still fazed.
“Don’t be afraid.” he adds, sounding ever so sincere.
“Oh, I won’t.” you promise. It was the only thing you could say after being completely infatuated by him.
“If you’re saying that on account of me releasing you, then you’re wrong, princess.”
“I mean it, your majesty.” you clarify challengingly.
He hums, palpably entertained, “Will you allow me to try something?”
Was the king seriously asking you for permission even after he knew you were a threat?
Oh lord.
“S-sure.” you stutter, making a downright fool out of yourself.
“Well then, forgive me for my bold deed.”
Before you could even say anything, you feel the sensation of his soft lips pressing against yours, juxtaposing to his unyielding image beneath the moonlight. It sent butterflies fluttering down your back impetuously.
Slowly pulling away for air, a silence hovers above the both of you, utterly enraptured by each other.
“Bewitching.” he comments as he leans in for another kiss. This time you lid your eyes, prepared to devote yourself to your king, Bakugo Katsuki.
#bakugou x you#mha bakugo katsuki#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#bakugou x y/n#katsuki bakugo x reader#mha fluff#bakugo fluff#fluff ahoy#fluff
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Identity crisis
Pairing: Itadori x Reader
Synopsis: Itadori has night terrors and convinces himself he is responsible for Sukuna’s actions, you tell him that he’s not.
Word count: 1,161
CW: Mentions of massacre and violence, attempted suicide (unintentional)
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It’s happening again. The uncanny encounter of wraiths trespassing his mind; the blurry images of phantoms guarding every corner of these four forlorn walls. He can’t seem to break out of this intoxicating cage no matter how hard he tries. The karma of his liquidation was deteriorating him into a nobody, a forgotten soul.
Who could he even beg for help to? This arena is abandoned, the only living creature here being him and the ghosts, if they counted.
He begins to wonder if he even deserves help. If he genuinely committed massacre, then it’s only fair he stays locked up in this cage, withering away in the darkness.
“Did I do this?” he debriefs his palms, almost like they contain the answer.
He starts to shout and yell at the mayhem, at the detrimental confusion, at the sight of him murdering thousands of innocents. He witnesses a sudden illusion of him replacing Sukuna on the throne, above the mountains of corpses piled up by his feet.
What was real and what was fake?
He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.
“Please stop!” he yells a final time before sprinting out of his stance.
He’s immediately greeted by a worried you, planting your hands on either side of his shoulder which were previously there to shake the boy awake. You watch as his cold sweat trickles down his face, and you notice how he is gaping at you anxiously whilst trying to recollect himself.
You stroke his back in silence, acknowledging that he wasn’t in the right mind to speak of his problems yet.
Yuuji progressively calms down and lays back down on his forbidden pillow. Truth is he is still scared of getting sucked into his hallucinations again. Albeit drained from sleep deprivation, he endures the lethargy just so he wouldn’t have to face the repetitive cursed images.
He lies awake, like always, glancing at the peaceful rise and fall of your body cocooned in his arms. He settles a single gentle kiss on your forehead before getting lulled to sleep by the steady beating of your heart.
“Thanks for staying by my side.” he mumbles towards your sleeping frame.
In the course of time, he manages to catch a good night's rest.
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The next night he tries the same strategy. He pulls you into his embrace and the both of you fall asleep together as per usual.
All was tranquil until he got lured into the same outcome: his hallucinations. The endless cycle repeats itself in his mind, shaking him into utter distress. Only this time he didn’t cold sweat or quiver in his sleep, rather he started sleep-walking.
Rubbing your eyes, you wake up to the noise of cumbersome movement, unwarily assuming that Itadori must have woken up from his night terrors again. You saunter up to him in the darkness, still not concentrated on your surroundings.
“Yuuji,” you call out with a yawn. There was no reply, so you got slightly nervous that something he dreamt stole away his ability to formulate words again.
“Yuuji?” you repeat, but he continues to walk further out the balcony, his back facing you.
You follow him quietly, confused as to why he was ignoring you. He didn’t show any signs of anger either. Surely you haven’t done anything wrong.
In due course, his hands wrap around the cold metal railing as he reaches the edge of the balcony. You smile to yourself at first, verily believing that he wanted to just catch a breath of fresh air outside.
“It’s a pretty view, isn’t it?” you comment, and he resumes his ignorance. This time you finally notice something was off. Yuuji wasn’t even angling his head towards the sky at all, he was staring straight ahead. There was nothing to admire straight ahead, apart from a dark slope of groves from a nearby hill. But the sky was far more mesmerising than a couple of paltry bushes. So what was he seeing that you couldn’t?
To your horror, he begins to climb over the railing. You dash at top speed, pulling him back towards the safe landing and shockingly, he resists. He grunts at the void in front of you, and for a while the both of you play a heated game of tug of war.
Alas, he forcefully shoves you off of him, regarding you as nothing but an obstacle. You fall down with a loud thud, squealing at the pain that has probably caused a bruise at your ass.
Fortunately, Itadori snaps out of his unintentional suicide attempt at the recognisable sound of your squeals. He hurries back down to see you whimpering in pain, knowing he was entirely responsible for it.
You look up to see Yuuji crying, overwhelmed by the fact he tried to kill himself amidst his asinine nightmares and hurting you in the process of it. Realising that he hurt you only made him believe he is inferior to society even more.
Sure, the poor boy had muttered random things in sleep to do with death before, but never has he gone to the extent to actually committing suicide.
Which meant that this time, his dreams were so malign, it triggered him to do something of this kind.
“There were women, children even. Their screams were cramming my ears, making me wanna tear them out. Oh god. Oh god!” he slams his palms over his ears, possibly envisioning them dying in front of him for the nth time.
“D-did I really k-kill everyone?” he asks, crouching over in guilt.
He half expects you to confirm his thoughts and leave him for the toll he was putting on you. Obviously though, you listen in and console him from crying. You finally understood that he was spectating Sukuna’s memories in his dreams, which is why he’s been muttering words to do with death. This whole time he’s been convincing himself that he is partly to blame for Sukuna’s actions.
“Yuuji.” you coo, caressing his damp cheeks, “Shh, it’s not you, it’s Sukuna. You haven’t done anything wrong, baby.”
With desperation, he grasps onto your hand firmly, rubbing his face against it. You give him a mirthless smile, relieved that you got the truth out to him.
“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll be here, I promise.”
You direct the attention towards the network of constellations above you, telling him all about the sight he missed. You make light jokes about how he was more focused on the lame trees rather than adorning the galaxy above, and luckily, he laughs a little. The both of you watch the midnight masterpiece together, counting aimlessly at the stars specked across it. He chuckles as you trip over your numbers multiple times, restarting from square one over and over again.
“Fuck Jennifer Lawrence, I don’t deserve you.”
“Itadori, I’ll have you know that you deserve the world. And don’t say that, Lawrence herself might just get jealous.” you wink.
He grins, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as you continue to count the stars to humour him.
#itadori yuuji#itadori fluff#itadori x you#jjk itadori#sukuna#kinda angsty#jjk fluff#itadori x reader
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Supermarket rendezvous
Pairing: Bakugo x Reader
Synopsis: You and Bakugo go shoplifting but it somehow becomes romantic.
Word count: 842
CW: None :)
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With as much capacity your arms had to offer, you dig into the rack of candies, pouring them into the severely ‘unsuspicious’ empty backpack you brought in. Bakugo is in the savory aisle, also plucking out random bags of chips from the immense stock.
He meets you at a designated spot near the counter in which the both of you had previously agreed to coincidentally bump into each other. You see the boy sporting his inane sunglasses and he leans ever so shadily at the quarter. You can’t help but chuckle to yourself as you walk up to your partner in crime.
When you slink up to him in hasty steps, he pulls down his sunglasses a bit to lower his eyes down on you friskily. You attempt to hit him on the arms but he dodges it swiftly and snickers.
“Ready?” you question, rolling your eyes at your failed attempt.
“Oh when was I ever not.” he sneers, “Are you ready though?”
His mock in return aggravates you even more and you feel like punching him to death on the spot for satisfactory gains. However this was Bakugo Katsuki you were speaking of, and this is merely his usual mannerisms.
“Ready.” you reply, deadpan.
“Then here we go!”
Tugging you past the line of customers, you practically bump into everyone in the way because unlike Bakugo, your miniature physique simply could not muster up ample force to shove people aside. The audible grumbles increase in volume each time you collide into another customer, though it wasn’t like either of you cared enough to stop.
“Teens nowadays.” you hear a man criticise, and Bakugo uses this opportunity to shove even harder afterwards in order to annoy everyone.
Anyhow, the both of you make it past the exit and now the barcode scanners are alarming at your unpaid items. You give Bakugo one certain look before he grasps your hand and starts to sprint away from the grocery store at record speed now that the crowd is clear.
As you run off into the distance, you can hear the staff yelling behind you but with the speed that the both of you were pacing off at, couldn’t keep up.
He sticks up his glasses up his golden hairline to laugh in unison with you at the perfectly executed shoplift. You carry your snacks through an absent-mindedly zipped backpack and the bags of chips under his arm crunched against each other rewardingly, reminding you of your success. Bands of tangerine hues skims down his suave mien, some managing to seep into his eyes, ultimately reflecting an unequivocal beauty you couldn’t put into words. All you know was that they were the colours of euphoria between two crazy lovebirds.
“Come on! Keep up the pace,” he encourages, “You wouldn’t want the old hag to catch up to you, right?”
You scoff at his brazen remark at you, which genuinely seems to strive you to run at your limits. You know that the staff was already at a safe distance away so you really don’t have any other means to sprint this quickly other than to impress Bakugo.
At this point you were panting nonstop and your hands were numbing from his tight markedly grasp.
Despite your efforts, Bakugo still deems you as ‘weak with bad stamina’ and starts piggybacking you midway through the carpark. You weren’t complaining a bit as the sight of Bakugo mingling in the sunset as the comfortable breeze dashes through your hair was an idyllic combination you never realised you needed.
You aren’t sure how the man before you had the ability to sprint back to the UA dorms at such a consistent pace, but you do notice how your heart skips a bit each time he does this. What can you say when you’re in love with the prime athlete on campus.
The thoughts of what to say and how to confront him later made the mood increasingly awkward, after all this was the most contact you’ve made since the both of you officially became a thing. You are sure he is thinking the same as he grows abnormally quiet.
“You are so heavy you know.” he says meekly, the insult losing all its initial power he garnered in his head.
“Shut up.” Your response barely holding any more assertion than his
As you arrive at the gates of Heights Alliance, you bid him a bashful adieu. He says nothing and only nods back at you with his hands fiddling in his pockets. The both of you leave each other, blushing and blaming it on the sun.
The following week continues to remain awkward but you eventually reunite again, blatantly missing each other’s corny jokes and presence. As egotistical Bakugo may come across, he couldn’t live without your company. This was something he’d rather die than having to admit but it was an unspoken truth that you by some means acknowledged.
You smile to yourself subconsciously during class and Bakugo flicks your forehead to bring your giddy self back to earth.
“Hey! I was-”
“Daydreaming of me? Yeah, I know.”
#bakugou fluff#bakugou x you#mha bakugo katsuki#bakugou katsuki#fluff#mha#bakugou x y/n#katsuki bakugo x reader
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Rules + Guidelines
Thank you for thinking of leaving a request my way!
I write for mostly AOT characters, but you can request for JJK, Banana Fish, Sk8 and Bakugo from MHA who I’m only familiar to since my friend is a major simp
When you leave a request, please make sure to specify which form of writing you would like your request to be written in (e.g: headcanons or scenarios).
I will mostly write reader either gender-fluid or female (according to the plot), otherwise you can request for your specific gender.
So far, I have no works apart from AOTS that’s has NSFW themes. When the time does come though, minors can read but please DNI with the work. Please respect these boundaries!
Below is basically here are the ground rules I’ve set for what you can and cannot request for.
What I can write:
Reader/OC
Headcanons
Scenarios
Fluff (of course)
Angst (I really love to write angst for some reason <)
Smut (just as long as it isn’t too explicit - I will NOT write bondage or anything that crosses the line - I’m better off writing fluffy smut plots by the way)
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You can also request what gender you’d like the reader perspective to be in!
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Pairings with minors and adults, basically pedophilia
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Incest
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Toxic relationships
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Other obscure things like vore, furries, zoophilia, etc (you get the point - I doubt anyone will request for those topics anyway)
Please respect my boundaries! I’m still experimenting with writing explicit content and such, which is why I’m not too comfortable with writing them in submissions yet. If this ever changes, I will edit this post.
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Mercy
Pairing: Bakugo x (fem) Reader
Synopsis: Bakugo is supposedly your enemy in the mafia network but he contradicts his actions by saving you anyway.
Word count: 591
CW: Mentions of massacre and arson
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He stole behind the alleyway, hands battered with the bruises and swollen to red. He lets out a trail of hot breath as he leaned against some form of solidity he found near him, recollecting the oxygen misplaced from the preceding battle.
The man glances down at his shirt amongst the dead moonlight, which was rendered with the blood of your confrères.
He wasn’t proud of what he did, but it had to be done. This was supposedly his ‘only way’ of impressing the Don: committing massacre on your famiglia. Really though, indoctrinated and stubborn was who he was. The Don never laid eyes on mere soldiers.
“The job is finally accomplished.” he reassures himself.
He clutches his left arm in pain, where a deep gash from a poniard could be found.
“Damn it.” he curses underneath the cold night.
His eyes drift from the moon towards a suspicious silhouette curled up in the open. As if on default, his hands spring to his gun, snapping it to fire.
Just as he was about to, he hears the sound of coughing. The sound of a female coughing.
Albeit barely being able to hold himself up against the wall, he trudges through the puddle of liquid muck to get a better look of the mysterious woman. When his anatomy reaches luminescence, he squints vigorously. The abrupt brightness felt invasive to his eyes.
“W-who?” he mutters, still trying to regain his focus.
The moment a fibre of vision flits back into his eyes, he widens them.
It was you, the heiress of the famiglia he just slaughtered.
He limps up to you with familiarity, despite being unable to fill your name into the blanks.
“How pitiful.” he consoles your frowning mien.
Like him, you too were deeply hurt from the infiltration. Well that is of course, as it was unforeseen and no one had the proper time to defend themselves. Your lungs especially, were contaminated with the thick smoke from the bombing.
You managed to escape the scene, but eventually collapsed here, where you meet the same man who started the massacre.
There was a lethal silence loitering in the air as he strokes your cheeks. You could feel his soft contact, except you were too fatigued to say anything. You laid there, eyes tightly shut, shivering from the coldness and from sheer fear.
“What am I doing?” he says, pulling back his hand. Even without context, you knew that the question wasn’t directed to you, but rather him scolding himself for his contradicting actions.
Funnily enough, you immediately realise you miss the man’s touch.
He was your enemy, but tonight, you will do anything just for company, just to be safe in other’s arms. And if for some reason, the same enemy could just let his guard down for you, you will shamelessly accept it.
“Baku-” you cough out, reciting the same name that your father used to warn you of, “Bakugo.”
He jumps a little when he notices that you were in fact conscious. He takes one good look at your fuzzy eyes, pleading for him to spare you some mercy.
He presses his lips together in uncertainty.
Why was he even showing compassion to his enemy?
Was he too tired to think? Has he gone mad after the mission? Is it because he doesn’t have the guts to mess with maidens?
Or maybe it’s just because it's you.
“Fuck it.”
And in one swoop, he lifts you up bridal style and begins walking in a heedless direction.
“Just for tonight.”
#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou x you#mha scenarios#mafia au#mha mafia#bakugou fluff
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