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cutecatlov3r · 9 months

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my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 3 months

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pt II our flag means death but I've never watched it

HELLO OFMD FANDOM! It's the Good Omens Mascot and Resident Dumbass, back again for part II. First, let's clear the air of all controversy!

Some of you lovely maggots were kind enough to warn me about certain discourse about a salad spoon and also about a certain gentleman named Izzy. I was warned not to make assumptions and not to take sides, and I hear some members had to leave the fandom for a while because it got toxic. Maggots. All the rest of you. Worry not about me. I'm here to unite the OFMD fandom! How, you ask? By being so undeniably stupid in my own opinions that you all will have to unite to disagree with me. You underestimate the power of my dumbassery. Well, let's not dilly dally and dawdle, here's the updated summary:

I have been informed there is cannibalism on this ship but it is not real. Someone pretends to eat someone and then their wife helps them fake their death while they run away from the ship though their lover wanted them to run to China.

There are BDSM lesbians, which is honestly such a slay, Pinterest has let me down by not informing me of that when I made Part I. I will no longer be using Pinterest a reliable source in future academic essays.

Mermaid Stede performs necromancy while a song called Kate Bush plays (I don't know who this is, a politician? Idk whether of US or UK).

Gravy Basket is a destination and Buttons is a sea witch and there is educational stabbing. Buttons is then a bird because of the BDSM lesbians.

There is a lady who is extremely beautiful and intimidating and powerful and she has twenty husbands and I assumed incorrectly that you were all talking about a Jack Russel terrier.

Let's start with the controversy! Izzy. Secondary protagonist or antagonist? Good or bad? Kindly father figure or homoerotically charged friend? Necessary death or not? No no no. Behold:

I present a new question, a hot take sizzling from the pan: Did Izzy really exist?

Personally, I firmly believe that no, he did not. I believe that the rum on the ship was spiked with hallucinogens.

Izzy was simply the manifestation of Ed's Freudian subconscious, taking the shape of a human being, vaguely resembling a humanoid potato Ed was forced to boil as a kid. I was a psychology student with a final grade of 99% and I accept only destructive criticism on my posts thank you. Feel free to discuss whether he boiled the potato in a fit of rage or whether he was forced to.

There are assorted Ned's, Mary's and an uncertain number of Jeff's on ship.

One of the Jeff's is an accountant, and there is a nonbinary talking sword named Jim. Actually I'm not sure if they talk.

Love you all, rooting for the show to be renewed.

REMINDERS. Be polite to each other in the reblogs, on tumblr reblogs spread posts and not likes (which don't do anything for visibility) unlike other social media sites, but MOST IMPORTANTLY.

I ACCEPT ONLY DESTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, THIS BLOG IS A GODLESS, LAWLESS LAND, AND ALL RAGE AT EACH OTHER MUST BE REDIRECTED AT ME. UNDERSTOOD? YAY.

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distorted59 · 7 months

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could you write something bout going to prom with 80s James? I don't know headcanons or something, pleease. that would be so sweet of you <3

hey, lovely!! sorry for the long wait! i hope you enjoy! also, i have no idea what prom is like, since I'm not American, so i hope it's a little accurate! <3

the two of you have been friends for the longest of time, had classes together and hung out with the same people.

you two would jokingly flirt with each other and some small kisses would be given here and there.

you didn't think much of it until it was almost time for senior prom.

“Who are you thinking of taking to prom, Jamie?” you asked him with a playful smile on your face.

“Quit callin’ me that.” He tries to sound intimidating, but he can’t help but smile back at you.

“Well? "Who is it?” You want it to seem like you’re genuinely interested, but the only reason you’re asking is because you want to know if the thing between the two of you could be something real.

“I don’t… I haven’t asked anyone yet.”

Hopefully he finally grows some balls and asks you.

It was a few days before prom and you were actually thinking you and James weren’t going to work. And you were really upset about it. You and James weren’t hanging out as much, and it was really fucking with you.

until… you heard tapping against your window.

James was throwing rocks against your window! He's here! at your house! again, finally!!!

he climbed up the drainpipe clumsily, (how cute). He handed you his Iron Maiden ‘Killers’ vinyl first and then crawled in.

“what’s this?” you grinned.

“What do you mean, ‘what is that?’. It’s Iron Maiden!” He was breathing heavily and his cheeks were bright red.

“Yeah, I know that, dumbass!” You giggled. “ Why did you bring it?”

“Open it!”

You took the lp out of the art cover and on the protection cover there was a text, written in James’ messy yet perfect handwriting. “Will you go to prom with me? x Jaymz”

“You dork! of course I will!” You wrapped your arms around him and you must’ve kissed him a thousand times.

Both of your lips were sore from kissing that night.

When the time came, both of you were all dressed up. (80s prom was something else). matching corsages and he wore a tie that matched with your dress.

He picked you up in his brother's car and he was a blushing and stuttering mess. (so were you).

His hair was a little messy, so it was obvious he tried to do something different with it. you told him you liked his hair this way and he thanked you shyly with a kiss on the cheek.

The school’s gym was transformed into a dance floor and there were beautiful decorations on the walls and ceiling. there were your typical snacks and drinks, (which were obviously spiked). but the two of you had already brought your own drinks.

you had a lot of fun with each other and your friends! dancing and singing your heart out to your favorite songs.

you were looking forward to the somewhat slower songs, because that meant slow dancing with James.

he’s not a great dancer, you didn’t care though. you just wanted to be close to him.

after all that the two of you make out underneath the bleachers, just like in the movies.

he asks you to be his girlfriend after the make out sesh.

“I was wondering….” James starts.

"Yeah?" you try to catch your breath after the intensive kissing.

He traces his fingers over your dress, drawing a pattern. He doesn’t look at you until he speaks again.

“do you…. want to be my girlfriend?” he blushes.

“Thought you’d never ask~”

seal the deal with a kiss. (again)

I wouldn’t be able to stop kissing him either.

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rollinouttahere-writes · 9 months

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Platonic Yandere Paulie and little sister reader

Fix This

Yandere Paulie x Little Sister Reader

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“I’m gonna kill him,” you panted out between breaths. Dock One of the Galley-La Company had finally come into view, and while you were relieved to have made it here, it was overshadowed by how pissed you were.

Why were you so mad? Because you just spent the past HOUR running from your brother’s gaggle of debt collectors. You aren’t sure who’s more stupid here. His dumbass for continuously taking out loans when he hasn’t paid back a single one yet, or them for being dumb enough to keep giving him money.

It would seem that you’ve got a target on your back purely by association. After years of not being able to get a penny out of him, they’re now trying to shake you down for money. Which, in your humble opinion, was bullshit.

You hop over the rope divider to enter the dock and look around. Paulie isn’t anywhere to be seen. If he’s left to do more gambling, you’re gonna strangle him with his own ropes.

Spotting one of your fellow foremen, you make your way over to him, “Hey Kaku, have you seen Paulie?”

“He’s been pacing the fence looking for you,” Kaku answered before even turning around to face you. Once he did, he looked surprised at your appearance, “You look whacked, did something happen?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I just spent the past hour running from my stupid brother’s bad decisions,” you grumbled. At this moment, all you wanted to do was sit down and catch your breath, but you needed to give Paulie a piece of your mind first. Possibly with your fists.

“There you are! Do you have any idea how late you are?!”

Speak of the devil. Without even looking at him you could feel your anger spiking again. This guy had the audacity to cop an attitude with you even though he was at fault. Kaku wisely went back to what he was working on, not wanting to be caught in the middle of this.

Paulie stomped closer and grabbed your shoulder to make you face him. With how mad you were, this was a bad move. The second you were turned towards him, you violently shoved him away. You were looking at him with nothing but contempt, and he visibly flinched from how scorching the look was.

He cleared his throat and found the nerve to continue talking, “Don’t give me that look! You’re damn near an hour late, where have you been?”

“Ask your debt collectors,” you seethed. Each word was ground out with malice as you continued to glower at him.

“What do they have to do with this?” Despite the question, you could tell he already knew what you were getting at. Yet here he was, playing dumb.

You threw your hands up in frustration, “Everything! From the second I left our home they were on my ass! It took me an hour to lose those pricks!”

“Why would they be after you? Are you also borrowing money?” This guy had the audacity to take on a scolding tone towards you. You want to throttle him.

Your hands shot out and brought him to eye level with you, “No, dumbass! They’re after me because YOU won’t fucking pay them!”

“Hey! Watch your language, that is not lady like at all!”

“This is not about my fucking language! This is about your stupid ass decisions getting me into trouble! If it weren’t for you borrowing money around the damn clock with zero intention of ever paying it back, this wouldn’t happen!” You shoved him away and took a step back.

Paulie fumbled for a minute to find a decent response, “I- I will pay it back, I just need to get lucky is all.” Well, that wasn’t a decent answer at all.

“You can’t be serious,” you stared at him like he was insane, which in this moment you think he was to be honest. “What do you mean you need to ‘get lucky’?! That’s never going to happen, you suck at gambling! You couldn’t win a game of poker even if you knew everyone’s hands!”

“Excuse you! Those games are rigged, that’s all! I just need to figure out how to play the system and I’ll make everything back and then some,” Paulie huffed indignantly.

Something about how he responded made your fury finally reach its boiling point, and you screamed at him, “Of course the games are rigged! That’s how casinos make money: by taking advantage of dumbasses like you!”

“What’s going on here?”

Both you and Paulie snap your heads toward the new voice. Mortification set it as you recognized your boss standing there. Iceburg just witnessed you getting into a screaming match with your brother at work.

“(Y/N) and Paulie are arguing because (y/n) was chased around the city by his debt collectors,” Kalifa readjusted her glasses while stating this like it was well known information. How she knows all this is beyond you. That woman must have eyes and ears everywhere, you’re sure of it.

Your resentment simmered down, but only from embarrassment. Tears burned at your eyes as you desperately tried to keep them from surfacing. This was humiliating. At the very least, Iceburg was a kind man and didn’t reprimand you. Instead he asked, “Is that why your jacket is torn? Are you hurt?”

“Torn?” That was news to you. Giving yourself a quick once over, you found what he was referring to. The seam on your left shoulder was ripped open. Oh, right. This must have happened when one of them grabbed you. You were able to rip yourself away, but it appears your jacket was a casualty.

“Yeah, that’s why. I’m not hurt though, just upset,” the jacket was shrugged off. You didn’t want to wear it if it looked like this. You could fix it tonight when you got home.

“It looks like you were hurt, unless that bruise is from something else,” Iceburg stepped closer and stared at your wrist. Sure enough, there was a bruise in its early stages forming on your wrist where you were grabbed. So that’s why it felt sore.

“Oh, yeah I guess that’s where it came from. I didn’t even notice that until now,” you mumbled. You can’t believe those guys caught you off guard enough to do this to you. Last week you took out three pirates with a plank of wood when they tried to skip out on their bill, but some middle aged loan shark managed to get the drop on you. Shameful.

Kalifa muttered something about this being sexual harassment, and Iceberg nodded in agreement. He gingerly held your wrist to examine it, “Do you want to take the day off? It would be a bad idea to strain this now and make it worse.”

You snatched your wrist away, “No, that’s okay! I’m fine, really! It doesn’t even hurt.” This wasn’t a complete lie. It was more so tender than outright painful. The last thing you wanted was to sit at home and stew on everything that happened, you would much rather be working.

Iceburg raised a brow at this, but mercifully spared your dignity by not forcing the matter. Returning back to his full height, he promised you that he would deal with the debt collectors targeting people that weren’t involved in their dealings. With that, he bid you all farewell and left.

The silence was heavy and uncomfortable. You could feel Paulie’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to face him, lest you two start fighting again.

“I uh- I’ve got a job for us to work on together today, we should get started on that,” you took solace in the fact that he sounded as uncomfortable as you felt.

“Sorry, I already told Kaku I would work with him today, actually,” you lied through your teeth. Working with Paulie would be a horrible idea right now, you can’t imagine why he thinks it’s a good one.

“Seriously? Come on, (y/n), I know you’re mad but don’t be like this. It’s not a big deal, we can talk about it while we work.”

“Not a big deal?!” You snapped. Shit, you’re yelling again. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down, you continue, “It’s a big deal to me. I mean it. If you don’t get your shit together and get your debts straightened out soon, I’m going to leave.”

Being harassed by his enemies is something you’ve been dealing with since you were a kid. Back then they would just follow you around for an intimidation effect, but it seems like the gloves have come off now that you’re an adult. Years of this have worn you down, and now you’re at a breaking point.

“The hell do you mean you’re going to leave?” His voice sounded shockingly cold, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him talk like that. Especially not to you.

“I mean that if this happens again, I will leave Water 7,” you looked him dead in the eyes, daring him to challenge you.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, Paulie, I do. With my resume I could get a job at any shipyard in the world, so don’t test me,” you didn’t break eye contact once, hoping to get across how serious you are.

He was the first to look away. “I’ll get it taken care of,” is all he said before walking away.

Letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, you join Kaku with picking out lumber for some ship repairs, “Thanks for not ratting me out.”

“It makes no odds,” he reassured you. Kaku quickly glanced around and then leaned down to whisper, “I have to ask though, did you mean what you said about leaving, or was that all horsefeathers?”

Horsefeathers? You assume that means something along the lines of bullshit. Whatever, Kaku says weird shit all the time. You shrugged, “I dunno, maybe? I don’t really want to leave; I love living here, but I don’t want to spend my life facing the consequences of someone else’s actions, you know?”

Kaku hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, “That holds water, I understand you wanting to. Besides, a change of pace might be good for you.”

“You think so?” Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to agree and encourage you. It was nice though to have someone supporting you.

“Sure do! Paulie’s been in the ketchup for so long that I can’t imagine him getting out any time soon. Perhaps you leaving would kick him into gear?”

“In the ketchup?” You laughed, “I swear you’re making half these weird things you say up!”

“Am not! It’s a real saying, young lady!” His tone was scolding, but in a playful way.

“We’re like the same age, don’t call me ‘young lady’!” You elbowed him in the side.

You two fell into a comfortable and casual banter for the rest of the day, which was refreshing. It really helped to take your mind off the problem at hand and cool off. By the time you were ready to go home, you were feeling calm enough to be able to have a reasonable discussion with Paulie.

That’s not to say you weren’t still upset, but you don’t think you’ll be yelling at him anymore. Unless he says something stupid, but at that point whatever happens isn’t on you.

Typically, you’ll walk home together. In the mornings he leaves before you do since he has some extra duties, but in the evening you’ll usually leave together. Sometimes even stopping to get food on the way back. Tonight, though, he was already gone. Internally, you cringe. Is he still mad? You suppose it’s possible, you could tell that what you said about leaving really hurt him.

Walking back alone made you a bit anxious after what happened this morning. You were constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being tailed. Fortunately, you weren’t seeing anything suspicious. Did Iceburg really take care of this that quickly? Or maybe Kalifa handled it. Her kicks were no joke, that’s for sure.

Entering your shared home, you’re surprised to see that Paulie isn’t home yet. Was he avoiding you? How mature. Rolling your eyes, you toss your torn jacket onto the couch and go rummaging through the closet for the sewing kit you keep on hand for basic repairs.

You’d barely had a chance to start stitching the seam when the front door opened. Paulie came in looking annoyed. He didn’t appear to even see you as he stomped into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. A beer, presumably. You sighed and resumed repairing your jacket.

His footsteps came towards the living room and came to a stop in the archway. It was silent for a moment, “You’re home?”

“Yep,” you replied. Why does he sound so surprised? Did he think you were just going to peace out after work?

Paulie joined you on the couch, the cushions dipping under his weight. You still hadn’t looked at him. The silence wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t as tense as it was at the shipyard. He took a long drink from his beer, “Please don’t leave.”

“Don’t drag me into your problems then. If it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t be thinking about it,” you answered stiffly.

“It’s not going to happen again, I took care of it.”

You scoffed, “You took care of it on the way home? What? Did you rob a bank? Or maybe some pirates?” Pulling the invisible stitch tight, you finally look his way. His hair is a mess and his clothes are dirtier than usual. Most noticeably, his knuckles were bloody. “What did you do?”

“I took care of it,” he repeated.

“How?” You pressed.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is you promising that you aren’t going to leave,” he took another drink.

“It does matter, I want to know what happened!” From the context clues, it looks like he jumped them. You’re not exactly fond of those people, but they are just trying to get their money back. Beating the shit out of them feels excessive.

Paulie grabbed your face, forcing you to keep looking at him, “Promise me that you aren’t leaving! You can’t leave!”

You wrenched your face away, “God, fine! I promise! Now will you talk to me?” Paulie didn’t answer, instead looking away. You huffed in aggravation, “And what do you mean ‘I can’t leave’? I could if I wanted to.”

That got his attention. His head snapped back to you, his expression was fierce, “No. You. Can’t. You’re just a little girl. There’s a lot of horrible men out there that will take advantage of you the second they get the chance. You need to be here, with me, so I can protect you.” He didn’t yell, but his words were so venomous that it made you flinch regardless.

“Excuse me? I’m not a little girl, I’m a grown woman and I can handle myself just fine! I really don’t care for this sexist bullshit from you,” you stood abruptly with your repaired jacket in hand. If he was going to be like this, then you were going to go for a walk until he stopped with the misogyny.

You didn’t make it more than five feet before a rope was wrapped around your chest and yanked you back onto the couch. Whipping your head to Paulie, you made no effort to hide how pissed you were, “What the hell are you doing?! Untie me!”

“I thought you could handle yourself?” Paulie wasn’t even paying that much attention to you, instead casually continuing to sip on his beer. He was an expert knot tier, getting out of his clutches without something to cut the ropes was no easy task and he damn well knew that.

“This isn’t funny, let me go!” Your attempts to free yourself are futile. The knots only tighten more as you struggle.

“I’m not letting you go. You are never leaving, and the sooner you accept that, the better,” he states coldly, making no move to ease up the ropes. You can only gawk at him. This wasn’t your brother, he would never speak to you like this. Did your threat to leave really bother him that much?

You’re going to have to proceed extremely carefully if you want to get out of this situation.

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #paulie one piece #iceburg #kaku one piece #kalifa one piece #yanderefangirl

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manias-wordcount · 4 months

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Hii! I really like how you write, and I especially liked the one where Spike gets jealous of reader bc of Andy XD

if you're still taking requests, I was wondering if you could do something similar(I think the spike jealous over andy idea is wonderful haha), except that reader is really really oblivious about spike's jealousy and feelings?

Thanks in advance!

Oblivious to Jealousy HCs (Spike Spiegel)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧��𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You couldn’t for the life of you understand why Spike was so upset when you came back from your night out at the bar

Though perhaps you shouldn’t have told everybody how that cowboy Andy let you pet his horse and feed it treats for a while…

But you didn’t think Spike would be that jealous of you - He didn’t even like animals!

Who knew Spike would be so mad that you got to play with a horse for a couple of hours

You tried to apologize to him at one point and you promised that you wouldn’t talk to him about horsies anymore

But when you accidentally let it slip that Andy invited you to come to visit him and Onyx tomorrow…well let’s just say Jet had to come in and intervene

Of course, you were going to fight back when he started insisting that you’d never see Andy and Onyx ever again - how dare he insult your new friend and his owner!

But your resistance only served to make Spike even madder to the point that he threw up his hands and walked away from you, muttering all kinds of things to yourself

You wanted to shout some more since you were still upset but Jet held you back and told you to cut Spike some slack and not to stress it so much

Because apparently “things will make more sense when Spike stops being a dumbass and grows a pair and tells you”...or whatever that means

#spike spiegel #spike spiegel x reader #cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop x reader #cowboy bebop fanfic #cowboy bebop fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

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punkitt-is-here · 1 year

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Spike episodes were generally disliked by the fandom at its heyday because generally spike is written to be well meaning and good at heart but also not the brightest and very childish. He has a lot of moments to selfishness and greed that are meant to play both into him being immature, plus a dragon, but he ultimately always overcomes them within the episode. The problem for the adult audience that arises is that every spike episode winds up being thirty minutes of him fucking up and going oops

See this is one of those things where I totally completely get the annoyance but it just doesn't land with me; he IS a dumbass kid and it's a show meant for kids more than anything AND I'm not watching it as the show was airing (I'm sure it would have been super annoying then) so I come away from most spike episodes going :)

#my posts #asks #anon #mlp #horsetalk

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inazumaclown · 7 months

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finally. the gouenji post where i rate his looks (soccer and school uniforms excluded).

gouenji is the face of the franchise along with endou and kidou, he has his own manga spinoff, and he's regularly elected as a fan favourite in every popularity contest.

canonically, gouenji has a huge fanclub of girls rooting for him and it's definitely not only because soccer.

so why is he so popular ?

well mostly because he's non verbal most of the time (girls love boys who can shut up), he makes bomb ass takoyaki, and he's also very handsome. but are his clothes helping or is he THAT handsome ? let's find out.

ah, the OG season 1 classic. the first ever outfit. he looks great. orange is as much his color as it is endou's, it suits him very well. we already know gouenji is careful with his looks, since he canonically spikes his hair every morning, and now, we can be sure the fucker knows how to dress himself. he knows how to make colors match, he even matches the sunset. truly unparalleled.

if kazemaru didn't exist, i would have fell in love with him. 10/10

OG season 2. man i want that hoodie. i want it so much. it's as cool in the game as it is in the anime.

i really like how this outfit manages to hide him and completely reveal him at the same time. the orange color, the fucking saiyen hairstyle under the hood. this dumbass had to keep the spikes even though he knew he had to hide them under a fucking hoodie that would ruin his work. it's called dedication. 11/10

before moving on to GO, (where the problems lies mostly), let's talk about two out of category looks.

i love gouenji's looks in the games, especially the very first. he looks like a whole different character, way more rebellious and loudmouthed with his frosted tips, jet black eyes and eyebrows, unbuttoned jacket (we'll talk about those) and single earring. he looks very homosexual. 10/10

after the first game tho, they dropped the delinquent look and he got the inverted pikachu treatment, they made him rounder. a little saddened but not complaining, they kept the best features. 8/10

one day i'll talk about the orion endings in detph, with all the emotions they triggered in me. persisting in giving him a hood is funny though. 7/10

OK NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT GO.

the ishido shuuji outfit. iconic.

my man looks EXPENSIVE and that's great. i can see the first game gouenji in him. i cannot tell if he's gay or european. the raybans, the blood read suit, the slutty unbuttoned shirt, the jewelry, the kazemaru blue streaks iN his unspiked hair ! this outfit would cost me more than my day job monthly salary. he's living the life.

i can't buy him as a villain but i can buy him as a mean girl. 100/10

the concept art is as good as the final design. i do get why they didn't keep the spikes for this look. he would have looked a little too much like a gay broly. not a bad thing but understandably unpreferable.

there it is. the glowdown.

his hair does look good unspiked but... where are the blue streaks. why is he suddely hiding his chest under three layes of clothing. gouenji darling you know warm colors suit you best so why the grey-blue-ish suit ? am i supposed to believe this is the real you ? i know it's not. i hope you find yourself. 4/10

OH BOY NEVERMIND WTF IS THIS.

wtf went through everybody's head while designing this. i get this is a way to mimic adult endou's charm but it does not work. gouenji isn't endou. you love endou because he's a very wholesome bundle of joy (voiced by naruto), and you love gouenji bc he is one half of the inazuma eleven equivalent of sasuke (kidou being the other half), you can't dress them the same way and not see the dissonance.

this man is not gouenji, this man buys cheap beers in the early afternoon without saying thank you to the cashier. this man pretends to be a metalhead. this man just divorced kanye. i would not trust him with my kids.

this is not a relaxed look, this is a sad, depressed look. please gouenji talk to someone. people love you. you can be helped. 0/10

conclusion : i don't know how they fucked up so bad at the end, they really made gouenji forgot about his hard-earned fashion skills. thank god he actually IS that handsome but before that he's all W after W. i'm eager to see him in victory road.

#maybe i'll make more posts like that about other characters it's really funny lmao #gouenji shuuya #inazuma eleven #inazuma japan #inazuma 11 #inazuma eleven go #my art #actually it's anime screenshots but i want to have all my personal post in the same tag and i'm to lazy to come up with another

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thebluestbluewords · 2 months

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more spike time (feat. infection and research)

more of this??

"That's disgusting," Doug says mildly, once they've let him into their room, after the late dinner bell. "I was expecting something bad, but not quite so..."

"Gooey?" Mal suggests.

"Obviously infected, because you two are morons," Evie says sweetly, leaning over Doug's shoulder to poke at the tight red skin around the puncture wound on Jay's shoulder. "If you'd let me clean it out properly from the start, we wouldn't be in this situation."

"We wouldn't be in the situation at all if you Auradon people didn't insist on putting spikes where they don't belong," Jay grits out. He's got a chunk of Evie's spare purse leather in his mouth, because when they tried cleaning it out earlier he yelled so loud they had to make up an excuse (mouse in the chimney) about why they were screaming. "Seriously. Who the fuck puts spikes on the ground?"

Doug steps back. "Well. Ah. I do have an answer for that."

Mal can't contain her eye roll. She's not strong enough. "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like the answer?"

"Because you're a pessimistic villain, M," Evie says, moving along with Doug like they're glued together. "Whatever Doug found will be fine, and we'll all learn a valuable lesson about trusting in the Auradon City planners and not jumping off of railings when we can't see the ground clearly."

"Maybe you'll learn a lesson. I'm still gonna jump."

"You are not, and if you try it again I'm going to poke you in the infected puncture wound." Evie snaps. "Don't be a moron just because you're ashamed to admit you messed up."

"Didn't." Jay grumbles. "Fck'off."

"I'm going to drag you in to the nurse myself if you're not improving by tomorrow." Evie threatens, sweet as anything. "And I'll tell her that you're a moron and a reckless idiot, and you threatened me to keep your secret, and you should be drugged for your crimes."

"I like drugs."

Evie sighs. "I know. That's why I'm going to lie for you, babe. To get you the good drugs."

"That's why you're the best," Mal agrees. "But both of you shut up so we can find out why this shit happened in the first place."

"Because somebody didn't look before he jumped--"

Ugh. They're getting derailed, and it's not that Mal doesn't love dunking on Jay for his stupid, impulsive stunts, but they have Doug here for a reason. "Look, we can all agree that it was a stupid thing to do. We're not going to do it again until I've melted the spikes. Doug, why are there spikes in the city for morons like us to get impaled on in the first place?"

"Thn'ks, M." Jay whispers. He's not on drugs right now, not for lack of trying. He's been feverish on and off all day, and it's not-- they're not against drugs. When they're needed. They just can't steal the right stuff without opening themselves up to even more questions, and they've been trying to avoid actually going to the nurse's office for as long as possible.

"You're still a dumbass." Mal whispers back.

Doug clears his throat. "If you two are listening?"

"We are."

"I'm not," Jay says cheerfully. "I feel like crap."

"That's the infection. If you hadn't rolled on a ground spike you'd feel a lot better." Evie snaps. "Doug, it doesn't matter if they're listening or not, I want to know why there's spikes on the city grounds. I'm not feverish or....Mal."

"Hey." Mal protests. She might not be the best at listening in her classes, but she fakes her way through okay.

Evie throws her a look. A deadly, beautiful sort of look. The sort that promises pain later. "Shut up and let the boy speak, Mallie."

"Ah. Yes. That is. Um."

Mal levels her best unimpressed look at the Auradon kid they're deigning to allow into their personal space. "Spit it out, Auradon boy. We're not going to flame you over it."

"Can I get that in writing?" Doug mumbles under his breath, so softly that Mal can barely hear him, and then, louder: "I mean, yeah, I totally believe you. Super. Um. They're put up by the city planning board to prevent unhoused people from sleeping where they might be in the way of the public."

What.

"They're what?"

Doug sighs. "The spikes are there to prevent homeless people from sleeping in public. If there's nowhere comfortable to lie down, the city planning board thinks they'll just stop needing to be...anywhere."

What a stupid, moronic thing to think.

"That's idiotic," Evie says. Her voice is absolutely dripping with scorn. "I don't know where these city board members grew up, but back home, if you ignore people sleeping on the streets, they leave you alone. If you're stupid enough to try putting up spikes, you'll be lucky if they stop at throwing them through your window."

#my fic #descendants #core four my beloved #they are sooooo stupid sometimes and it’s their curse to bear unfortunately

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short-black-diamond · 1 year

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I’m broken, but pretty. Who wants me?

I had this idea in my head for a while...i wanted to try this out with Izuku and Shoji! Also, izuku and shoji are both crushing on you!

and i still love izuku, i just post him as an idiot, but i will make more fluff of him and you...someday

warnings: Izuku x reader x shoji - i guess, izuku messes up, Shoji falls first, but you fall harder in a heartbeat and Izuku can’t help but watch as he misses his chance of asking you out and faces the consequences.

Did i use pronouns? I don’t think so.

Gender? Nope

Have fun reading!

...

you glared at the boy in front of you with a murderous glint in your eyes. Everything he did, whether he opened his mouth, looked around, or even breathed - you couldn’t stand it.

Not because you hated Izuku. No. You’d never hate that sweet boy. If anything, you’d rip your heart out just to get his attention. But right now, he was talking to Todoroki about the progress he’d made in english.

You were better than Todoroki in english, why didn’t Izuku ask you? Also, come to think of it, you never really had any proper interaction with the cutie you’ve gotten that stupid crush on.

How come...?

It is already the end of the first semester! Throughout the sports festival, or the camp incident- hell, even the kamino incident, you two had never actually time to chat with each other. but, you also thought that the greenette would purposely avoid you. that thought made your little, fragile heart of glass break.

...

With your quirk, diamond, which allowed you to form your being into a living weapon like Yaoyorozu, with spikes adorning your limbs, your skin to harden like Kirishima’s, or your voice to echoed when you crystallised your throat and screamed like Present Mic.

When you used your quirk, nothing could break you. Todoroki’s fire or ice only made you stronger, with the extra sand you carried around, you managed to ‘heal’ your broken or injured places and even won against him when you sparred against the boy.

But, the drawback was that you looked...spooky.

Shoji respected you for not covering up the consequence of your quirk overuse on your face. To put it easily, your face...it was broken.

Yep.

Your right eye had a crack coming out from your iris and it went across your whole face like a spider’s den, but, you didn’t cover up.

You liked that you looked like that, even when you might look scary. well, it was the drawback of your quirk. You were happy that it didn’t hit one of the nerves in your right eye, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see.

Also, Shoji was your best friend, along with Koda and Tokoyami.

...

“Um...hey?“, a voice called, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your wide eyes searched for the voice, and you only had to look to the left, where Izuku fiddled with his hands, not looking at you.

Is-is he? is he talking to me-

“You know...since we didn’t really talk that much together...I would like to get to know you better...! I mean, only if you want to, of course.“

Huh, he really is talking to me.

“And what should we do together?“

He didn’t look prepared. At all.

“Oh-um, well, I-I don’t know! W-we could uh-“

“Fight.“

“H-huh?“

“Let’s fight, Midoriya.“

“You mean like, training?“

“Mhm.“

“O-oh, um, yeah. Yes! Sure!“

...

You were training for a few minutes now. Where was he? The ground was wet with your sweat and you had to change your training area because of that. Now, you were hardening yourself. In your heart, there was a crack.

That crack resembled the hurt Izuku had given you. He didn’t even show up. Such a freak. You got angry and groaned, your skin shining beautifully in your skin colour, but as if it’s made out of glass.

“Ah, didn’t he come?“, a familiar deep voice called, and you didn’t need to know who it was. You shook your head. “Nope, and I’m such a dumbass for falling for it. You have any idea ho to push off some steam, Shoji?“

You now turned around and looked at his big frame. hot. He looked to the side. “Let’s get out of here. You’ve been here long enough.”

You nodded. You didn’t want to be here anymore either. Just as you left the gym, Izuku came storming into the place him and you agreed to spar on. He was here-but where were you?

One look at his watch told him that he messed up; He was half an hour too late.

He groaned, hitting his head. Of course you’d leave! He’s so stupid for talking to All Might earlier!

He still couldn’t help but blush. Thinking that you’d even agreed to hang out with somebody like him...wow.

He still thought that he was undeserving considering the shit he’s been through. However, he was a little more confident, but not when it came to you.

You, who was so, so beautiful despite your broken face which you got from fighting numerous villains, and it just added to your beauty.

You, who was on top of the class, helping dumber students like Kirishima, Denki, Mina and Sero to lift the weight off of Bakugo’s shoulder with just a nod- to which Bakugo was very thankful for.

You, who was very good in any language, english being your easiest subject. Maybe he should’ve asked you on a study date like Shoto advised the hopeless romantic to do, but Izuku was a freak. Too scared to confess, pussying out every time when he got closer to you than ten feet.

you, who only hung around the calmest students, like Kida, Tokoyami, Jirou, and...Shoji.

Now, Izuku didn’t have anything against the gentle giant, but he was jealous od Mezo for being able to talk to you so effortlessly. Whenever your cute laugh blossomed in his hearing area, he whipped his head to you with a smile, only for it to fall the second he saw the reason you were happy.

Shoji was perfect, he thought.

Shoji understood you.

Shoji was a respectful man.

Shoji was polite.

Shoji had a cool quirk.

Shoji was nice.

Shoji wasn’t shy. Shoji wasn’t scared of speaking his mind. Shoji was funny.

In other words, Shoji was everything Izuku wasn’t.

The freckled boy shook his head, tears already forming in his eyes. Now, he ran back, his heart wanting to find you.

...

“N-no...“

“Yes.“

You were laughing your ass off as Shoji told you an embarassing story of him trying to dance gangnam style on ‘just dance’ and how he felt like one of the dancers, saying that he was really feeling it, and he even made a short dance of hopping around and crossing his hands, singing ‘Opa gangnam style!’ right next to you.

Even though you two were in public and people were staring, you and Shoji couldn’t care less. It was nice to have Shoji as a friend. ouch

It was sunset now, and Shoji and you were on your way back to the dorms. He had his hands in his pockets, his bag resting behind him with one of his many arms holding it. You had your bag in front of you and holding it like a stereotypical anime girl.

Your eyes were closed as you laughed, and Shoji watched you with a covered, fond smile. Then, when your laughter slowly died down, he looked to the ground again, taking deep breaths. Then, he stopped walking, and you took three steps forward, then you stopped too when he didn’t go.

“Shoji...?“

“...“, he only looked to the side, as if contemplating on telling you something.

you snickered again. “What is it, Shoji?”, you asked, smiling at the boy with fondness written all over your face. He took one last deep breath before taking a step towards you. “well, I- woah!”, he said, falling onto his left knee, but balancing himself again.

“Um, you okay?“

“Y-yeah, guess I just fell for you. That’s all.”, he chuckled, resting his arms on his right knee, looking up at you with cheeky anticipation. And hope.

You, were speechless for a moment. Did he just...confess?

“I-you-huh?“, you only made out before Shoji sighed, taking both your hands caustiously and slowly, as if he was ready to let you go when you wanted to.

“I fell in love with you, you know? You’re amazing. You’re-“

he kissed one of your hands through his clothed lips, and you still felt goosebumps traling up your arm and how it spreaded all over your body.

“-beautiful-“

another kiss towards your knuckles,

“-strong-“

much more kisses now, going slowly up your arm, and you let him. you wanted this...somehow. sure, the six-armed handsome young man you had could be a little blunt, but you didn’t know about Shoji’s straightforwardness. you felt your face heating up with every kiss he took.

“-brave, sweet, nice, and kind-“

now, he was kissing your cheek. you held your breath, waiting for him to kiss you on the lips.

“can I...kiss you?“, he murmured softly against your lips, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. and he had a finger hooked around the mask covering his lower face, slowly pulling it down.

He wasn’t going to...take it off, right?

“Please,“, you moaned breathlessly against Shoji, and he really took off the mask. He smiled shyly up at you. you cupped his face, tracing your thumbs against his long lips.

I wanna kiss you..., you thought.

Then you blinked. Wait. what am I doing? I have a crush on-Izuku...yeah, no. Fuck him.

I...I want to kiss Shoji. ,embarassed about that thought, you looked at Shoji’s closed eyes as he let you look and touch at the rest of his face. you were proud of yourself for being such a good person that even Shoji decided to show his face to you.

It was even a surprise at how much more beautiful the boy in front of you looked. He looked...complete.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined...”, muttered softly, trailing his lips and jaw. His breath hitched in his throat and his blissed out face got red. “What...what did you imagine me looking like without my mask on?”, he asked, eyeing you suspiciously, but you were too in trance at how pretty the boy you held looked like.

“Dunno, I already forgot...”, you trailed off as you inched closer to his face, slowly closing your eyes. He did the same and soon, your lips met perfectly. Slowly, as to not ruin the moment, you parted before kissing him again, and again and again.

...

Izuku ran back to the dorms. He didn’t think that you might have grabbed a bite, because you always only brought some water with you and lunch.

He still cursed himself for staying too late chatting away with his mentor, but then something caught the corner of his eye as he was about to reach the doorknob.

He finally saw you, but what were you doing with Shoji? Why are your faces so close?

Are you two...kissing?

...

Oh.

Tears were now streaming freely from his face and he had to clench his teeth as to not let any sound escape from his mouth. He turned away and opened the door, and dashed into his room.

Meanwhile, you were kissing the man kneeling in front of you with such a gentle way you’d sworn to only use on Izuku. But, guess you had a change of plans. (cue to me winking stupidly)

After a while, you parted with ragged breaths and taking in the other person. you spoke first.

“You really fell in love with me?“, you asked with a smile.

“Yes.“, he replied in a heartbeat.

“Well, shall we-“

“Dorm.“

“But-“

“Dorm.“

“Okay, let’s go.“

And finally, Shoji stood up from his knee and led you inside, but not before pulling his mask in its original place. One of his hands was resting on your lower back and another hand formed into a mouth, telling you to follow him, which you did.

You two ended up cuddling. Have some dignity you pervert.

...

After some months of dating, you and Shoji were ready to tell the class.

“Aww, you guys are so cute together!“, Mina cooed, looking at you, who was holding one of Shoji’s arms, with a teary smile on her face.

Izuku didn’t smile. He only looked at you with a hollow expression, heavy eyebags and pale skin engraved themselves into the poor boy’s body.

He sighed, looking at his notebook again. There was a drawing of you smiling, despite your broken face.

Izuku thought you looked absolutely perfect.

#deku angst #deku x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #mha x reader #mha manga #bnha x reader #bnha #shoji x reader #mezo x reader

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kenscloud · 11 months

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a fun headcanon i have for mad dog (kyotani kentaro) is that he likes to read. like no one would think he likes to read… i mean who would? he has eyeliner, a scowling face, and a complete body dysfunction when he spikes.

BUT I SWEAR TO YOU: one day, SOMEHOW, SOMEWHERE… there will be a point in time oikawa would say some dumb shit like, “well, one of the english books i’ve read is “i know why the caged bird sings” and it wasn’t that great. it only had 180 pages.”

and then kyotani, being the absolute BOOK NERD he is, would scoff and be like, “it’s a great book about self love and overcoming the obstacles in your life. it’s by maya angelou, which you probably don’t know since it’s not 180 pages, it’s 289; not counting the 8 other pages before that she uses for acknowledgments.”

and little does he know, that not only did he just finally beat iwaizumi at something… but he also just said the most words anyone has ever heard, and it’s basically calling oikawa a dumbass, NOT BY OPINION, but by FACTS.

#kyotani kentaro #book nerd #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #headcanons #change my mind #i’m right #roasting #booksbooksbooks #oikawa tooru #seijoh #aoba johsai #the team is questioning their lives bc homeboy just bit them and then talking about books??

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forlix · 1 month

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hii!!

i want to talk about ace so badly

already from the intro i new this was gonna be my cup of tea, like college! au, sports! au and fake enemies to friends to lovers, please!!

o h m y g o d

i was so wrong

this is so much more than just a cup of tea for me. i want for time to stop, so i can read this again infinite times, i want this story permanently tattooed in my brain and flowing through my veins.

your writing is showstoping and phenomenal!!

i'm a sucker for good dialogue and you have outdone everyone there is to outdo. i'm so serious when i say this changed my life last night!!

today i'm going through it again and collecting my favourite moments (listed below) and i need you to know that this is such a perfectly written story in every way and i'm so grateful you decided to share it with the world.

thank you!! thank you!! thank you!! thank you!! thank you!!

here's a list of my favourite moments and dialogue lines (probably incomplete, because i truly believe i will find many more when i read this again and again in the future)

the first interaction is such a perfect opening for the story, love it!! (bonus - the little "got you" in italics, aldhsksjs)

"Hyunjin gapes at your retreating figure for so long that phosphenes start prancing around his field of view. Then he heads to the gym. His heart is pounding against his ribs like a battering ram." aaaaaaaaaaaa

coach bang. just in general. everything he does and says is incredible

"Nothing is the first answer that comes to mind, but Hyunjin’s pulse spikes like a lie detector. Upon the inside of his eyes replays a scene of a certain someone with watermelon bangs doing teleportation jutsu at him from a few yards away, wearing a smile made of some kind of space dust that astronomists haven’t discovered yet." i was screaming in my pillow

"“But hope is hungry, and it will consume you if you let it,” he says. “Do not let it, Hyunjin. I’m not asking.”"

"“I miss when you didn’t come to class, Seungmin.”"

"“It’s not labor, dumbass! Ask our last manager! He didn’t do shit!” “Yeah? Who was your last manager?” “Me!”"

hyunjin running away from minho, chef's kiss!!

"“Music to my ears. What’s your name, cutie?”" aaahhh

"Hyunjin mouths the words tape me in baffled silence. The latter obliges your request with a smile. “See? What could go wrong?”" the whole banter and proximity during this scene, oh my!!

the whole phone call scene, alahskadjk, i had to stop after every two sentences and scream at the ceiling, especially after "“Baby,” he interrupts gently. “Let’s stop here, okay? You seem tired.”"

and don't get me started on "“But I do give a fuck about you.”"

"“Do you want to be alone?”"

the whole interaction in the gym is so, so great and sweet, and delicate it hurts!!

and the conversation between seungmin and hyunjin is so important to me. the realness of the friendsip and a fun bonus of their backstory, loved it soooo much!!

"It’s not awkward this time." STOP

yeah, just seungmin and hyunjin's friendship in general!!

"Tendrils of your body spray reach him from here, floral and light like a tropical coastline. He could’ve counted your eyelashes—if he didn’t have something far better to do." the parallels to the intro aahhh

and the parallel with coach and captain as well, i'm in love!!

"I realized I couldn’t care less if you’re my tutor or my team manager or whatever—I just don’t want you to be a stranger. Maybe that’s selfish of me to say, but I’m tired of pretending the idea of losing you doesn’t terrify me. It does. It truly fucking does." unreal, such a perfect ending!!

i don't have enough words in my vocabulary to express why this story is so amazing and important to me, but it's so delicate and real and incredible. it means more to me than you'll ever know!!

THANK YOUU

Dee

hi hi loveliest! allow me to first apologize for my late reply; i've read this ask so many times since u sent it that i could rehearse it back to u word for word at this point dkljfklsjfkl

thank YOU so much for reading and enjoying as much as you did, dee :') it was such a delight to learn your favorite parts, many of which were my favorites as well hehe (our synergy)!! and what an honor it is to be on the receiving end of praise so high as you wanting this story permanently tattooed in your brain & that i outdid everyone there was to outdo with my dialogue?? if i didn't already love the fic before, knowing it affected you this way has only amplified that sentiment infinitely <3

i've been relearning how to write for myself first and foremost these days, but i hope you know that comments like these really make sharing my writing feel so so worthwhile. i appreciate you an unbelievable amount for taking the time to leave me such a wonderful message! hope you are having a lovely day/afternoon/night cutie

(also: VERY happy u picked up on the coach/captain parallels. i was hoping ppl wouldn't think it was a typo that i said seungmin instead of minho at the start of the timeskip; that was supposed to imply that seung takes minho's spot as captain after he graduates hehehe. appreciate u all the more for noticing one of my favorite details!)

#*inbox #<3333333333333333

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faulty-writes · 2 years

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I have a cool request i had in my mind!

Can i request fantasy AU, (those dragon king bakugo idk what we call it.)

where the reader is a queen (queen of nature somewhat.) and him and her are enemies, but always gets in contact sometimes, but theres a scene where i really like and hope you like it too.

Where one of their friends is in danger, and bakugos flying with his dragon then the queen(reader) is riding her horse then passes by bakugo and he witnessed how beautiful the reader is, hair flowing everywhere, a determined face, dress flowing in the back, turns out the reader also was a knight.

[ I've heard about Dragon King Katsuki before, not sure if there's like a specific way to write the AU he's in. But I did my best, Eijirou also makes some brief appearances in this one shot because there's no Katsuki without that adorable redhead. Haha. Anywho, please enjoy the story. ]

"Yeah!?" he snapped with sparks of fire seeping from his mouth. His necklaces, colored red and blue bounced against his bare chest as he leaned back up. His red triangular-shaped earrings lightly swayed, tapping the sides of his cheeks while that angry gaze of his remained on you.

The white fluff that rested on top of his red cape decorated his shoulders and made his wild blond hair stand out. The orange sleeve protectors that rested on both of his arms worked as a contrasting accent that pulled the rest of the colors of his outfit together.

"Then go save them yourself dumbass!" he snapped, yet more sparks of fire shooting from his mouth. A growl rumbled in your throat, you wished you were outside at this moment so the ground and roots could soothe you. Katsuki was the King of the dragon realm and you were the Goddess of nature.

Well, by default you were also referred to as the "Queen" of nature and you could create living vegetation with a mere flick of your wrist. You heard the cries of nature, both good and bad. You cared for every living thing that lived in the forests you created and your people tended to.

Yet in the past, there had been a few less than desirable interactions between yourself and Katsuki. This was because he thought it fit to set portions of your land on fire due to him losing his temper with his fellow comrades and you were overwhelmed with the pain of the life you had created dying because of him.

This caused you to bud heads frequently, to hell with royal guidelines. Especially now, you had sought to ask Katsuki for help because one of your friends went missing and you suspected they were kidnapped. More specifically you wanted to ask for the aid of the dragons.

The reason being was that the warriors who specialized in riding them could provide a bird's eye view for you and potentially spot anything that looked suspicious or out of place. But Katsuki refused your plea and damn did that make you angry.

"I came here to ask for your help politely!" you said, stomping the first step that made up the stairway to Katsuki's throne. "Pff," he dismissed you by walking up to his throne and plopping down. His closest friend and consultant stood next to him having witnessed the whole interaction between the two of you.

The red blotches on his skin visible along with his spiked-up red hair, sharp teeth, and red wings. "Uh, heh...my King!" he stated nervously before leaning over to whisper in Katsuki's ear. "Are you sure you don't wanna help Y/n? I mean they are a queen, right?" he said, trying to soften the man up.

But Katsuki wasn't so easily motivated and dismissed you with a wave of his hand. "Get out of here already dumbass," he said, making you growl in response. "Fine!" you snapped with eyes slightly watered over. Your body was trembling, but you turned and stomped out of the throne room.

Eijirou frowned as he watched you leave before glancing at Katsuki who too was wearing a frown. 'I wonder if he realizes how he feels about Y/n, and I hope they find their friend. Kind of unmanly that I didn't offer help...then again don't wanna risk Katsuki's wrath,' he thought, still gazing in the direction you disappeared.

"Let's go," Eijirou snapped out of his thoughts and looked to the now empty throne. "Huh?" he blinked and looked at the bottom of the steps to see Katsuki walking away. "H-hey! Wait for me!" he called, rushing down the steps as quick as he could before he decided to jump and allow his wings to aid him in reaching the bottom.

"Where we going!?" he asked like an excited puppy causing Katsuki to groan in annoyance. "Out," he replied, taking a sharp turn down the hallway that led to the chamber where they kept the dragons. "Ohhhh, a little flighty flight might make you feel better!" Eijirou said with a bright smile making Katsuki roll his eyes.

"Get my armor ready!" you shouted, kicking open the doors to your kingdom. The citizens that were standing by jumped in surprise while your knights remained silent for a few moments before realizing they had to respond to you. "Yes, my queen!" they shouted in unison, bowing respectfully.

Determination was written across your face as your knights helped you put the chest piece of your armor on. Your sword was securely clasped by your side and your horse was ready to ride. "I am going to rescue my dear friend, do not inform the dragon realm of my intentions," you said with a slight snarl.

"Their king refused my plead for help," you muttered under your breath, making your knights tilt their heads in confusion but before they could further inquire what you meant, you were gone. Granted you didn't know where you were going, but you'd search far and wide for your missing friend.

A loud roar echoed through the air followed by a powerful gust of wind generated from the wings of dragons. "Hell yeah!" Katsuki screamed, spinning around in the air. Sparks of fire swirled around him and his wings that were normally concealed now spread which aided him in flying with his dragons.

"Feeling better, huh!?" Eijirou asked with a bright smile, flying just above Katsuki. His own dragon was nearby, soaring higher and higher into the sky past the clouds themselves. "Yeah, yeah!" he responded, shifting his wings just so in order to skim the side of a nearby mountain.

He wasn't paying attention to anything in particular as he continued to fly, but he did notice that the mountain in question had a trail carved into the side of it. No doubt a sign of your people's work, he didn't normally have any respect for nature or anything or anyone for that matter.

He thought himself important and though he had a few friends, his personal goal was to be the number one King. Someone bigger than the previous King. But his thoughts trailed back to you and the events that occurred just hours prior.

"Mm..." he grumbled, lips curled out in a pout as he continued to glide through the air. When the wind was tossing his hair back and forth and the breeze sounded in his ears he felt calm, but this peace was short-lived when he heard a distinct sound.

"The hell?" he said, almost in disbelief that he was hearing the sound of a horse galloping. Slowly he turned his head and his eyes immediately widened at the sight before him. It was you, but he had never seen you in this kind of light.

Your hair was flowing behind you, with a few delicate strands wisping across the bridge of your nose. Your eyebrows were slit and your lips formed in a thin line. A sense of determination was shining in your eyes and although you were wearing armor, the end of your dress flapped in the air behind you as your horse continued forward.

'W-what the hell is this!?' he screamed in his head, feeling his heart pound faster in his chest. 'Why is she so damn attractive now!?' his hand grasped the front of his shirt just seconds before he flew straight into the side of the mountain. A loud crack sounded and his vision went black.

"Up...get up!" he groaned, hearing the faint sound of someone's voice followed by the sensation of cold metal underneath his chin. He slowly opened his eyes, his bones cracking and his body sore. The faint taste of iron filled his mouth and he felt something dripping from his nose.

"Damn...it..." his words were barely audible as his vision returned and your silhouette now stood over him. He quickly realized that the cold metal underneath his chin was a sword, one you were currently using to keep him on the ground.

"You refuse to help me but you follow me!?" you were almost tempted to slit his throat if not for the fact he was already injured. If you could call a nosebleed an injury, he also had several cuts from hitting the hard rock surface of the mountain. His wings looked perfectly fine, but would likely bruise later.

"What..." he stopped and reached up with the intention of grabbing your sword and pulling it away from you but decided against this at the last second. "What the hell are you talking about...d-dumbass," he stuttered as the image of you from seconds prior entered his mind making his heart accelerate again.

"What do you mean what am I..." you growled, pulling your sword back and stomping your foot against the ground. "Sorry," you muttered, somewhat concerned you might be harming the land you swore to protect but Katsuki made you so angry you just needed to hit or kick something.

"You already refused to help, so stop following me and stop trying to pretend you care! Your kind isn't well known for that," you snarled before sliding your sword back into its sheath and walking back to your horse.

His teeth ground together at your words. 'My kind, eh!?' he stumbled up and stumped over to you, ignoring the pain that coursed through his body with every step. "What the hell does that mean!? We're better than you damn extras!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at you.

A sigh came as you laid your hands on the saddle attached to your horse and turned to look at Katsuki with an irritated expression. "Is that why you refused to help me? Because you consider everyone else beneath you?" his expression immediately dropped and silence filled the air.

The two of you exchanged glances before you turned away and proceeded to climb onto your horse. Katsuki watched you and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. Sure, he thought himself better than everyone but okay, maybe he was a little harsh in refusing your plea.

"Well, I..." he trailed off, internally fighting with his feelings. "I'll help you find your...damn friend if it'll get you off my back!" he snapped but only received your cold glance in return before you took off on your horse. "Hey!" he shouted, but it was obvious you were ignoring him.

"Damn it..." he sighed before spreading his wings and chasing after you. "I said I'd help you, damn it!" he snapped as he approached you from behind, but you reached for your sword and didn't hesitate to take a swing at him.

Katsuki managed to dodge this attack and growled in response. "Watch it dumbass!" yet again, he found himself dodging your sword. You pulled on the reins of your house, signaling it to stop. Then you climbed off and charged at Katsuki, sword held high in the air.

"Mm..." he firmly planted his feet into the ground and allowed you to approach him. Once again, he dodged your swing and grabbed your wrist, pulling it back and away from him. "What the hell is your problem!?" he snapped, bringing his face close to yours.

You kept an angry expression on and brought your knee up, impaling Katsuki in the stomach. He doubled over, sparks of fire flying from his mouth as he pressed his hands to his now sore stomach. "...fuck..." he groaned, lowering himself to his knees.

Meanwhile, you stood above him smirking at your accomplishment. "Where...where the hell did you learn to do that?" he questioned, he never recalled you showing any self-defense skills, let alone swordsmanship skills.

"Hm?" you looked at him, slightly concerned but shrugged. "I trained to become a knight when I was younger, worked my way through the ranks. Learned about discipline and what it means to protect the things you love," you responded, watching his eyes widen and mouth become slightly ajar.

He looked away, chewing his bottom lip. "Yeah..." he responded after a few moments. "Well I...it's..." he sighed before slowly standing on his feet. "Look! I...I mean I think it's cool...that you're a knight and everything and..." he paused again, feeling his stomach twist at the next words he was going to say.

"I wanna...help you find your friend, I'm being serious so don't push me away...damn extra..." he muttered the last part under his breath, but you still heard him and you were still angry at him. More so now that he was wasting the precious time you could be using to find your friend.

"Fine," you said before sighing. "Just don't get in my way," Katsuki smirked while you climbed on top of your horse again. "Pff, you should be taking that advice yourself. If we run into the bad guys that took your friend you better stay outta my way," he said with a chuckle.

"HEY!" a voice from above sounded causing you to look at the sky. "Damn it, Kiri! what is it?!" Katsuki snapped, balling his hands into fists. "Are you going somewhere with Y/n!?" the redhead shouted just as a dragon roared in the distance.

"Hm? Oh oopsie, forgot about my dragon for a second heh, heh..." he rubbed the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. "DUMBASS! Get your damn dragon and come back here, we're helping Y/n find their stupid friend!" Katsuki screamed, hair standing on end.

You blinked, eyes wide and wondering if he just tried to make enemies out of everyone. "Huh!? You're helping them now!? Uh, alright. I'll be right there!" Eijirou shouted back before disappearing out of sight. Katsuki turned to you, noticing your stare.

His expression went blank a moment and the faintest of pink colored his cheeks briefly before he seemed to get back to his senses. "What the hell are you staring at!? Let's go!" he demanded, flapping his wings to aid him in lifting off the ground.

"Hm, fine!" you replied, ready to signal your horse to go but you ended up pausing. "Hey," you gently said, turning to look at Katsuki as he hovered in the air with his arms crossed. "What!?" he snapped, oddly enough making you laugh. "Nothing, I just wanted to say thanks," he rolled his eyes at your words.

"It was nice of you to offer your help even though you rejected me the first time," you said. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he replied before taking off causing you to follow behind him. It was almost funny to think you were saving your friend with the aid of the one and only dragon King.

#katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou: one shot

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anxietywithasideofexplosions · 2 years

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I feel like with tmnt2012 there isn't enough people talking about the slash episode. so im going to. so spoilers for this episode!

in this episode raph gets upset after Donnie makes something explode and it almost killed spike, his pet tortoise. he takes their last vial of mutagen for safekeeping, but spike gets into after raph complains about his brothers as one does. he mutates and tries to convince raph he doesn't need his brothers, they can be an even better team. Donnie goes missing (courtesy of spike now know as slash) while he and Mikey are on patrol, and Leo is off mutagen hunting. Mikey comes to find Raph (and discovers slash) and when raph says his brothers come first, slash gets angry and attacks Mikey as well. the only one not getting attack by slash at this point is leo- who still has no fcking clue what's going on- and raph ends up fighting one of his best friends for his brothers. when raph is almost unconscious after being attacked, his two just-as-injured brothers step up to defend him. Leo ends up finding out when raph and slash smash through the roof of the little girl's house Leo got stuck in while trying to get the mutagen, and helps raph push back against slash. slash falls off the roof and disappears, leaving raph sad bc his brothers are injured and his best friend is gone.

I rly like this episode bc it shows that raph cares about his brothers in the same way I care about my siblings: I act like I sorta hate you and I bully you and people may see me as an asshole w the way I treat you, but holy shit you're injured oh fuck hold on if you leave my world ends oh god I will burn this planet to the ground if it means your safe holy shit-

anyway

I just wanted to talk about that. I have a lot more times I've noticed raph showing care for his brothers but this ep in particular says "fuck you" to the dumbasses who claim raph is a bad brother. suck it up, raph isn't abusive and he isn't bad brother, you just don't have siblings

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 donnie #brainrotting to the void

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gaoau · 5 months

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He finally managed to work up the courage to knock on the clubroom while [Surname] practiced inside. He wasn't afraid of a random girl with the temperament of a blind chihuahua. Still, it took him longer—months after her outburst—than it should have to make up his mind and stand in front of the door. Where he'd usually settle down on the floor, he instead breathed in deeply and hovered his knuckles over what could possibly be a death trap. The strumming of an acoustic guitar offered the encouragement he'd been lacking.

He knocked and waited. The music halted in a split second. A sigh filled the emptiness and the dread building up in the pit of Osamu's stomach. Footsteps approached. The door slid open to reveal [Surname] and her squared shoulders. Her usual scowl painted itself on her face when she scanned his features, but it quickly softened into bored eyes when she distinguished his grey hair to set him apart from his brother. Osamu's ability to process absolutely anything escaped him as soon as he found her gaze so close to him. He stared into her glazed-over eyes, narrowed and tired. He'd never known what the term heart skipping a beat meant until that very moment.

[Surname] blew out a sigh. "Yeah?"

"Huh?"

"Ya need something?"

He snapped back into reality at the sound of her voice speaking directly to him. He scrambled around in his brain for the right words to answer back. "I wanted ta apologize on behalf of my dumbass brother." He cringed internally at himself for not preparing enough before engaging in conversation with his crush. He couldn't remember if he'd had a different excuse before blurting out insincere apologies.

One of [Surname]'s brows rose while she relaxed her perfect posture. Her arms crossed in front of her chest and she leaned on the doorframe. "Don't worry, all cool with you. I'll only take an apology from your brother. Don't sweat it." Her attention flickered down to her shoes as she recalled the words exchanged between her and Atsumu. "Sorry, I don't mean to take the cheering away from you all, but… I actually can't, so I'll just stay away from yer matches from now on."

Osamu's heart sank. He'd felt it sink before multiple times; that one instance when his parents sternly called his name after they'd found the vase he'd broken, or in the morning of an important exam he had not prepared for at all, or the first time he messed up on the court during a match point. The temperature of his body dropped, a black hole swallowed up his stomach, shivers traveled down his spine. He didn't know he could feel so many different emotions in the span of a mere few minutes by simply interacting with the girl he'd developed a crush on.

It didn't matter if her face or personality hadn't met his expectations—he couldn't remember if he'd had any expectations at all—he simply knew he found peace in the music she played. He refused to even entertain the thought of not having her participate in the cheering squad for his team—for him.

He had it worse than he'd thought.

"Can I stay an' hear ya practice?"

It'd never been this way for him; he wasn't meant to be the one asking other people to stay and watch them do what they loved. People came to him and asked if they could watch volleyball practice, quietly sit on the stands to see him smack a ball around the gym, cheer for him whenever he landed a wondrous spike, leaving his viewers speechless. Now here he stood, staring straight into [Surname]'s eyes as they blinked blankly at him. He noticed the pigments of her irises glistening underneath the artificial lighting and a small scar running across her brow, furrowed in confusion. He wondered what had brought that scar to find a home on her skin. He wished for a chance to inquire sometime.

His heart skipped yet another beat, this time making him worry [Surname] had managed to curse him as well when she cursed his brother. He had it so much worse than he'd originally thought; he only realized it too late when his cheeks warmed up with a childish blush and his gaze shifted away from his dear love as she allowed him entrance to the clubroom. The door shut behind him while he stood frozen in place—he hadn't meant to flinch, but his shoulders bounced involuntarily. Nervousness wasn't something common in his system and yet here it injected into his veins to spread throughout his every muscle.

[Surname] didn't spare him a single glance as she returned to her seat and cradled her guitar close to her chest. Her fingers positioned themselves at the fretboard on pure instinct, showing off the years of practice she carried on the surface of her skin and the depths of her bloodstream. She strummed once, picked at the strings, fiddled with the pegs. Then she found his eyes while he remained standing idly by the door. She raised a questioning brow at him and his stiff figure. "You can sit over there," she informed him with a gesture of her head; a dismissive nod that vaguely motioned to an empty chair off to the side.

Osamu hurried to settle down, glaring at his wobbling feet as he focused his entire energy on not tripping on air. [Surname] started strumming and singing before he could calm his sweating anxiety. Her music played to the beat of his thumping heart, as if she could clearly hear it and decided to mock him for losing his composure so easily. Her hand skillfully brushed over the strings and muted them when she saw fit, her fingers danced on the frets to form heavenly chords that unhinged his jaw, her voice, pristine and firm, reverberated around the room, bouncing off the walls to engulf Osamu in an embrace of harmony.

Twenty seconds of ethereal beauty passed by briefly yet eternally—a fleeting moment so moving, his comprehension for the concept of time vanished into nothingness. He felt inclined to clap and manifest his admiration, but he didn't dare interrupt.

He found himself returning to the clubroom the following day, this time with more than empty apologies she didn't want to hear from him. He held two wrapped onigiris he'd made with his own two hands earlier in the morning. Atsumu had sneered at him for making an extra and even attempted to claim it for himself had it not been for Osamu brandishing his knife with a blank face. He hoped with all his might that any deity above would listen to his pleas and allow [Surname] to consider him at least mildly tolerable.

He couldn't help but chuckle out of nervousness. The clubroom, a shrine. The warm snacks in his palms, mere mortal offerings. His anxious pleas, prayers he wished for the gods to answer. [Surname], the goddess he came to worship.

His knuckles brushed weakly against the door, almost as if he couldn't see the surface standing right before him. A sigh tumbled out of his mouth so he could breath in some more courage. He readied his hand, knocked clearly four times, and— "Osamu?" —his muscles froze at the unexpected sound of a familiar voice. Painfully slow, he craned his neck towards the hallway to meet Ginjima's eyes.

Ginjima struggles to breathe as he slams his fist onto the table, cackling into the night louder than anyone has ever heard him holler in a match. It's really not that funny, but the faint dust of pink present on his cheeks reveals he's had one too many drinks. "I remember this," he manages to wheeze out half-coherently, "You looked so scared."

Laughter travels around the dinner table, shaking guests and hosts alike by the shoulder and drawing tears out from their eyes. Osamu purses his lips to keep himself from smiling, seeing as his family and friends maniacally chortle at the expense of his lovesick high-school self. If anyone's laughter could have any more volume than Ginjima, then it's [Name]'s as she snorts her wine out of her nose. She immediately chokes on air, banging her fist on her chest while scrambling to chug down water.

Osamu peers down at her as his wife gradually loses oxygen. Part of him considers patting her back to help her out, but the other, much more overpowering part is obnoxiously proud of his Miya genes. "Moving on," he clears his throat.

"'Samu!"

"Choke."

Osamu could only stare with wide eyes at his friend, standing as still as his muscles and thumping heart would allow him. He hoped if he didn't move at all, Ginjima would lose interest and turn on his heels. He did not, however, and instead began approaching. Now, Osamu knew better than anyone that among his circle of friends, Ginjima was by far the most reliable. Arguably, he was tolerable, reasonable, kept secrets, and used his last two braincells to their full capacity. But he would've had much rather been caught dead on his kitchen floor with a metal spoon lying on his non-stick pan than tell absolutely anyone about his crush.

Before the poor boy could open his mouth to question the food in his hands, or the door he'd just knocked on, or the fear twisting his every feature, Osamu shoved his own onigiri—because he was most certainly saving [Surname]'s—into his chest and flipped him around. "Here, Gin, have this, let's go." Ginjima protested, but Osamu didn't back down and proceeded to push him towards the stairs with the highest speed he could achieve.

Just as he rounded the corner, he heard the music clubroom's door slide open far behind him. He sneaked a glance from behind the wall, catching sight of [Surname] scanning the hallway with a frown tugging down from her brows. Their eyes met and her gaze shifted back into its usual bored expression. Osamu hurried to set the onigiri on the floor, profusely thanking his morning-self for wrapping it so safely, and nodded at [Surname] with guilt in his eyes—although at the time, she failed to recognize any sort of emotion in them. An apologetic smile and he had already disappeared down the stairs.

"Didja eat it?" Osamu presses. "Hm? Didja, darling?"

"…I didn't."

"Yeah, I'm still hurt 'bout that."

"Please, 'Samu, it was on the fucking floor."

"'Twas wrapped."

"I eat them now."

"Ya better. Still won't forgive ya, though."

"God, I can't believe I married you."

#Wicked Witch #Haikyuu #Miya Osamu #Miya Osamu x Reader #Osamu x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader

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thepeanut · 2 years

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Hcs For Sanemi , Giyu, Rengoku And Uzui With a Male reader

sanemi, giyu, rengoku and uzui x male! reader headcanons (separate)

author’s note ✍️: hello! thank you for being my first request. i hope you like these <3

sanemi shinaguzawa

you are the [B/C] hashira. when you arrived to your first pillar meeting, sanemi didn’t really care much

he mainly just wanted to know; are you worth your title?

he soon discovers when you two are paired for a mission

of course sanemi did not like it. he prefers solo missions rather than paired ones.

until you decapitated a demon.

it was indeed, very intimidating and powerful.

the demon could manipulate the earth; creating spikes that would surge from the ground.. etc.

sanemi struggled to behead the oni.

though you managed to do it efficiently

you immediately gained his respect

and extra training sessions with him on wednesdays

as your strength grows while training, so does a crush

he soon figures out he likes you. he’s no dumbass

but he avoids you to “eradicate” these feelings

long and behold, it doesn’t work.

sanemi is really blunt. so he would confess while you’re in the middle of a daily task.

“i like you.” you would’ve choked on your food or on your own saliva even.

you admitted that you reciprocated his feelings

this boy just smirked like, 😳

sanemi would tease you CONSTANTLY

“hey lover boy” or “hi handsome”

if you were flirty as well, you would tease him back

HE DOESN’T LIKE IT LMAO

he also death glares anyone who looks at you wrong or tries to flirt. he’d put his arm over your shoulder

he prefers pda when it’s just the two of you

like lying down on the bed + cuddling

he likes putting his hand through your hair even if it’s short

if you do it, he will ASCEND

his weak spot is when you train 😍

like when you get all sweaty and you push the hair out of your face + your clothes stick to your muscles

he will literally ✨look the other way✨

‘cause he doesn’t want you to see him all red

in short, a relationship with sanemi would be chaotic but also pretty calm

like you guys are could be aggressively flirting with each other then you guys are just cuddling in silence for hours on end.

giyu tomioka

you were sabito’s little brother by like a 1 year age difference

you would often accompany your older brother and his friend’s adventures, games etc.

however that changed

when you figured out only giyu came back home after the final selection

you both were devastated

you knew his sister died so having his best friend dying added more to the guilt and grief he had.

giyu could also understand losing a sibling

you both comforted each other

and then giyu went off to become a demon slayer

you wrote many letters to him

surprisingly he wrote back

he told you that he became a hashira, to which you congratulated him for

about a year or two later, he found out that you’re the new [b/c] pillar

definitely was ecstatic

but also very worried

he valued you more than his own life

and being a demon slayer means that you could die any day

you reassured him and promised that you would stay

couple months later, you guys were inseparable

when you guys are available, you would always get [f/f] and simmered salmon with daikon

and you’d often defend giyu when shinobu made comments

he slowly, but surely, started to develop feelings

and he confessed you with a letter

it was very short

but you knew he meant it

you didn’t write back and instead went to his estate

and told him that you reciprocated his feelings

our boy giyu definitely short-circuited

but then vowed to make sure that you would never get hurt

he also, like sanemi, prefers pda with just the two of you

but he’ll hold pinkies with you in public

if someone looked at you wrong, he would stare them down until they cower away

a relationship with giyu is all the way calm, however you put in a bit of effort to help him open up to you and make sure that he doesn’t doubt himself over anything.

kyojuro rengoku

you are a civilian in a town

one day kyojuro had a mission there

he decapitated the demon with ease, however you were injured (a broken arm and leg)

he took you to the town’s doctor and they took care of you from there

you admired his courage and bright aura, so you became friends with him

he wrote to you often, and on special occasions he would visit you

years later (he’s a hashira now), he began to look deeply forward to writing to you or seeing you

he just dismissed it as “close friend instincts”

jokes on him, he was wrong 🤡

he consulted the love pillar, and asked her about it

she confirmed that it was love and that she wished him good luck

once he knew, he marched straight to your town, to your house

being blunt and to the point, he shouted

“I LIKE YOU Y/N-KUN!”

everyone in the town heard (they ship it >:))) )

you were very flustered

and you admitted that you reciprocated his feelings

he was BEAMING <3

kyojuro ADORES pda

public? private? perfect 👍🏻

if you don’t like one of them? that’s fine :D

he would also ask about your boundaries often

honestly kyojuro would be the perfect boyfriend

and he thinks that you’re the best boyfriend there is too!

if someone was looking at you wrong

he would politely tell them to back off

god forbid if they don’t listen

in short, having him as a boyfriend would be the BEST experience ever

he’s a gentleman

tengen uzui

you are a shinobi (your family doesn’t practice polygamy)

you knew tengen back when he was a shinobi himself

you stuck with him through thick and through thin

probably one of the main reasons why he starts liking you

before he’d be like “if y/n-kun was a girl i would totally marry him”

now he’s like, “why can’t i just marry him?”

he appreciated how you stuck with him, even if he abandoned his occupation as a shinobi

or how you always made him feel alive

so he asked you to marry him while you came over to his house

he asked his wives beforehand

they all said yes 🙌🏻

you paused, for like, a minute or so

the wives all thought you died or something

you then slowly nodded

everyone celebrated

maybe suma a lil’ too much

makio whacked her on the head ;(

tengen really enjoys pda

and would still respect you if you preferred another

cuddling would be the best thing ever

because you have tengen, makio, suma AND hinatsuru

massive w

every single date would be flamboyant

he WILL melt when he sees you and the girls getting along

too cute ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

being tengen’s husband is exhilarating and comforting ✨

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny #giyuu #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #rengokukyoujorou #demon slayer uzui #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku #tengen #uzui tengen

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