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[loveriotss]

lk js binged all of ur tsuki fics (they made my night sm better ngl)

humbly requesting bsfs kenma and (scaredycat) reader playing horror games like phasmophobia at night :D (if u dont want to write it thats okay >;333)

SCAREDY CAT ⸻ KENMA KOZUME ; bsf + gn reader

SYNOPSIS — playing a horror game with your best friend. INCLUDES — gn! reader, smau, fluff, crack

main masterlist ༊*·˚ — haikyuu masterlist ༊*·˚

NOTE — he would laugh while you're screaming on call.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. don’t try to copy/steal my work. do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

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Tsukishima who likes a fellow player on the team (male) but he beats him at height and muscle (me thinks it would be funny🙂‍↔️)

EYES ON YOU ⸻ KEI TSUKISHIMA ; taller + muscular male reader

SYNOPSIS — the proud kei tsukishima denies his internal crush on his teammate for the entirety of this fic. INCLUDES — fluff, crack, swearing.

main masterlist ༊*·˚ — haikyuu masterlist ༊*·˚

KEI TSUKISHIMA WAS A PROUD MAN.

he took pride in being the tallest on the karasuno volleyball team and of course he made sure everyone knew it.

it wasn't like he bragged out loud, but his smugness was evident when he stared down at hinata and nishinoya during blocking drills.

or when he'd have a satisfied smirk plastered onto his face when coach ukai measured him for uniform updates.

yeah, everyone and their mom knew.

but it all changed a few months ago.

"everyone, meet y/n l/n! he recently transferred to karasuno and will now join our volleyball team as a middle blocker! please give him a warm welcome!"

mr takeda's chipper voice rang out through the gym, his hand proudly clapping the back of the student beside him, but he looked more like a college player rather than a high school one.

tsukishima's eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he stared at the newcomer, scanning him up and down. he raised a brow in annoyance, noticing the tall stature of the boy beside mr takeda.

a middle blocker, too. how fantastic.

"hello everyone!" the guy greeted, "i'm y/n! i'm looking forward to playing with you all, please take care of me!" he said, offering a polite bow to the team.

as the others went up to greet y/n, commenting on his great physique and asking questions about his previous school, tsukishima felt two looming presences beside him.

"i heard he's around 6'4, maybe 6'5 on a good day! wait.. aren't you 6'2, tsu - ki - shi - ma!" rang tanaka's mocking voice as he snickered in delight.

"how does it feel to be kicked off of your throne?" nishinoya pointed, poking tsukishima's side with the biggest grin on his face.

it seems like both of them had a death wish.

on the first day of practice, a rivalry was clearly seen between the blonde and his new opponent.

it was more of a one-sided rivalry.

but kei was convinced that you knew what you were doing on the court.

coach ukai's whistle echoed through the gym. "alright, we're splitting into teams. tsukishima, daichi..."

ukai's words drowned out into background noise for tsukishima as soon as he was sorted into the team playing against l/n. he adjusted his glasses with a sharp exhale through his nose as his eyes stayed locked on you through the net.

you stood on the opposite side, lightly bouncing on your heels and nodding along to your team leader's instructions, a lazy smile on your face like this was just another warmup.

another hoot by the coach's whistle announced the beginning of the match.

the first few rallies were typical. back-and-forth, clean passes, sharp sets and a few close saves. tsukishima's sharp eyes noticed your every move, how you adjusted your body and rhythm to effortlessly blend in with your team. how you strategically calculated your moves, how fast you were to reach the net and the faint smile that would appear on your panting face when you made a particularly good move.

and then, you leapt for a block.

tsukishima was quick to catch onto your actions and mirrored your movements, determined to not let the ball fall onto his side of the court.

SMACK!

the ball slammed past his hand, ricocheting behind him. the whole scene felt like it played out in slow motion for him, the moment the ball grazed past his grasp, the moment you looked him straight in the eyes with victory blazing in your gaze.

"point!" yelled suga from the opposite team, tossing the ball back into play with a grin.

tsukishima's eyes narrowed. it won't happen again.

but then it did.

this time, when kageyama set for asahi, you read it before tsukishima could even shift. you moved in, timed your jump perfectly, and roofed it. "nice block, y/n!" tanaka yelled, clapping the middle blocker's back. "yo, this guy's insane!"

tsukishima's jaw clenched, glaring at you through the net. you looked back at him, smiling — not cocky, but encouraging. "don't look at me like that, dude. you got the last five, it was only fair if i got some too!" you joked.

tsukishima wished the ball would hit you smack in the face. maybe even knocking out a few of your teeth so he wouldn't have to get so distracted every time you smiled.

but no matter how hard tsukishima tried during practices, how many times he'd go extra hard just for even one extra point against you, you would still look at him with that annoying smile of yours.

its been a few months since you've joined, more than a few matches and way more of your loud voice than tsukishima would like to hear.

today was another after-school practice match and of course tsukishima went as hard as ever. the blonde didn't want anything more to just go home and knock out in his bed for the rest of the day.

"alright! great work today, everyone!" daichi called out, stretching his arms behind his head. “go home, shower, drink water.”

“and eat,” tanaka chimed in immediately, already bouncing on his feet. “speaking of which - you guys down for ramen? my treat!” he yelled, tossing a towel over his shoulder (and sneaking a glance to kiyoko in hopes that she'd tag along too).

“oh hell yeah!” nishinoya pumped his fist. “i’m starving!” a chorus of agreement followed up after him. bags were grabbed, shirts were changed, and plans were already forming before tsukishima could slip out of the gym unnoticed.

but of course the universe wasn't on his side.

a heavy arm slung around his shoulder, catching him off guard and embarrassingly making him stumble. tsukishima's first instinct was to glare down, assuming one of the others were trying to rope him in, but all he was met with was a muscular chest.

the universe decided to be on l/n's side.

"eyes up here tsuki!" you pointed, a stupid grin on your face, tightening your grip around him.

tsuki, a nickname you called him once and decided that it should stick. it wasn't anything special since you had nicknames for almost everyone, so it was a waste of breath to correct you.

well, that was tsukishima's excuse for not telling you off.

"why are you leaving on your own? you're comin' too right?" you questioned. tsukishima scrunched up his nose at your suggestion, staring at you as if you just suggested that he go jump into a slimy frog pond.

"i don't want to be around you idiots. get your arm off of me." he sneered, shoving his shoulder to make you drop your arm and putting his headphones over his ears.

but before he could take another step, you grabbed onto his shoulders and steered him to the direction the others were going. "hey, you dumbass! let me go!" he yelled, but to no avail as you just smiled at him.

"come on tsuki, join us at least this once! you never come along!" you insisted. "fine, just let go off me loser."

months slowly turnt into whole terms.

tsukishima had begun to accept your presence onto the team. you were a great player and honestly he was just glad you were on their team and not crushing them from across the court.

he would never admit it, but he was impressed with the way you played.

he found himself watching your movements during matches. his eyes were quick to track how your posture shifted mid-rally. he had memorized the way your shoulders twisted when you jumped, or how your blocks always angled perfectly back into play.

those were just observations. strategic analysis. something any good player did.

so when he stayed behind after cleaning duty — to help put away stray balls or mop up the corners — he totally wasn’t thinking about you. even as he tried to mimic the subtle shifts you made mid-air or that one footwork trick you used during yesterday’s set against nekoma.

and he definitely wasn’t startled when your voice rang out from behind him.

“you know,” your said casually, leaning against the gym doorframe with your bag slung over one shoulder, “one of the tips i’d give you is to not stare at me so much during matches.”

tsukishima froze, eyes still locked on the wall where he’d been trying to recreate your block. you pushed off the frame and walked toward him.

“i mean, i get it,” you continued, smirking. “i am good looking, but maybe try to keep your eyes on the ball, tsuki.”

he whirled around, the faintest hint of pink at the tip of his ears as he clenched his fists. "don't flatter yourself, i never stare at you." he snarked back, however his voice was a little higher than he had hoped.

“sure,” you grinned, “just like you never remember my ideal canteen order whenever you get snacks for all of us.”

"you're delusional." tsukishima replied with a scoff.

“mm. or maybe you just like me,” you teased, poking his cheek with your finger. “you’ve been nicer lately. didn’t even call me annoying yesterday. i wrote that in my diary, y'know.”

tsukishima slapped your hand away, grabbing his towel. “i called you worst things internally,” he muttered, shoving it into his bag. “and i’m not nice.”

“well, too bad. you’re stuck with me either way.” you tossed him a wink and turned to leave. “see you tomorrow, tsuki. oh and for the trick you were recreating just now, i jump a bit more closer to the net.”

the door closed behind you with a soft click.

tsukishima stared after you for a moment longer, expression unreadable. then he exhaled through his nose and returned to the court, muttering under his breath.

“...still a dumbass.”

but this time, there was a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

NOTE — tried out a new writing style yumz.

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— routine

in which your daily routine consists of waking up, setting up your stall to sell fruit, conversing with the locals, packing up the stall, and heading back home. oh. and entertaining that incorrigible grand master.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.6k wc, fluff, yearning, reader runs a fruit stall and tries to not let Feelings™ show (and fails horribly), varka is kinda reminiscent to a puppy, written PRE release but based off of scattered lore we have on him so let's see how off the mark this characterisation is later ;w;

A/N : AFTER 5 LONG YEARS HE IS FINALLY REAL AND OFC HE MAKES ME WRITE MY FIRST GENSHIN FIC IN YEARS WOWEE

Being the owner of a fruit stall in Mondstadt City, selling your fresh produce every day from morning to evening, isn’t as lacklustre as one might think. It's a stable business, something which stems from just how close-knit the community is (how small it is compared to other cities, rather). And you like it that way; the familiarity of it all.

You see the same shop owners who greet you with a chipper “Good morning!” and its counterpart when it's time to pack up and head home.

You see the same old regulars who greet you with familiar warmth, perusing your newly stocked goods to take back for breakfast or midday snacking.

You see the same knights who go on their usual patrols, oftentimes striking up conversation and selling your goods to satiate their hunger.

You see the same children running around with their carefree laughter and twinkling eyes, which somehow shine even brighter when they spot newly imported fruits from other regions amongst your lineup.

And, of course, you see him. The bane of your existence. The reason you wake up grimacing at the prospect of getting out of bed and starting your day. The reason you can never start nor end the day in a moment of peace.

Well, you hear him first before you see him.

“Good morning, my ever so diligent fruit seller!” His voice is something far too spirited in the quiet, early morning. You already know then and there peace is no longer an option. So you close your eyes, take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the whirlwind about to make a stop at your stall, and exhale.

A shadow hovers over you, the subtle warmth of the early sun dissipating along with it. Flitting your eyes open, you're met with eyes which encompass the blues of a clear sky and the man who is the sun incarnate.

“Good morning to you as well.”

Varka beams — in that ridiculously bright curl of his lips which has you squinting — as though you haven't responded in the same monotone manner each and every time. But he acts as happy as he did the first time you so much as acknowledged his greeting all those years ago.

(Before he was the Grand Master. Before he became something akin to a legend. Before he carried the hopes and wishes of the people into every battle, every act he took to protect his home. Back when he was a bright-eyed knight ready to take on the world while you listened to his rambles, wondering how someone could be so bright.)

A nagging feeling tells you that won't be changing any time soon, and you curse your traitorous heart yearning for it not to.

A crisp crunch! dissolves your thoughts. Blinking, you're unsurprised to see a bright red apple — one of your bright red apples, you note with narrowed eyes — in his mouth. Eyes closed, he contentedly chews the bitten off piece of fruit.

“Ooh, the apples are particularly sweet today,” Varka hums, savouring the taste lingering in his taste buds. It isn't long before his attention swivels back to you, eyes crinkling in mirth. “Not as sweet as you, of course! Haha!”

His mouth really never does stop flapping.

“Flattery won't make me forget about you paying, Grand Master,” comes your deadpan response, demeanour far too used to his sweeping presence. Unfortunately.

With a melodramatic flair only he can pull off, Varka gasps, half-eaten apple in one hand while the other lies solemn atop his heart. “Grand Master? Oh, you wound me! I thought we were at least on first name basis.”

He still hands you the 200 mora amidst his theatrics, fingers brushing gently against your open palm. They linger for a brief moment, that ever familiar warmth curling into your now clenched hand, before it slips back to his side.

You roll your eyes, huffing yet not entirely surprised. “Whatever. Anyway, don't you have duties you should be attending to? You know, as the Grand Master?”

“I'll have you know I am carrying out my duties.” A cheeky grin appears on his visage upon seeing your dubious expression, and you mentally brace yourself for whatever is bound to spill from that insufferable mouth of his. He takes another bite of the apple, chewing and swallowing before continuing. “Checking in on the beloved citizens of Mondstadt is a part of my duties, actually. So naturally I'll be checking up on you every chance I get.”

“Uh-huh. And that entails any time ranging from setting up my stall first thing in the morning, like now, to when I'm about to head home?”

“Of course!” He beams, chipper as ever. “What kind of Grand Master would I be to leave my most beloved citizen bored and lonely without my presence?”

“A better, more competent one,” you drawl, arms crossed and expression undoubtedly unimpressed. “Speaking of, I hope you aren't leaving poor Jean to pick up your slack.”

Another crunch! fills the space. He's polished off the apple, leaving nothing but the pips and the stem. Your nose scrunches; he gives another lopsided grin.

“Jean has it covered. It’s essentially a part of her job description, anyhow. Besides, I’m almost positive that little workaholic enjoys taking on my work and keeping herself busy.”

You sigh, entirely unimpressed yet not surprised in the slightest. Again. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Yet you still entertain me,” he says, grin dwindling into something softer, eyes glittering a little brighter. Within a blink, his relaxed posture straightens. “Oh! Right, this is for you.”

Swept up in his presence, you didn’t realise the cecilia so obviously tucked protectively in his pocket up until now. You shouldn’t be so surprised. More often than not, he will bring you a little trinket — sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evenings. Yet seeing him carefully holding the stem, calloused fingers cautious so as to avoid crumpling the leaves or petals, has your skin warming more than the rising sun above you should.

(And so what if Flora gives you that all-knowing grin from within her own stall? So what if you're already mentally preparing for her to idle her way across to your stall during that quiet hour when the streets are less busy to tease you, again, about the Grand Master's blatant favouritism?)

“You sure seem to have a lot of spare time,” you mutter, gently taking the flower from his outstretched hand. It remains in your own for a brief moment, slowly twirling between your pinched fingers before setting it down on the wooden counter.

“Only for you,” he responds just as softly, as though speaking any louder would disrupt the peace settling over you. It’s almost embarrassing how easily the words spill from his lips, how readily he is able to drown you in this saccharine side of him none would expect from a man who birthed legends with his own name and skills.

And so you just grumble, pointedly doing your best to block out the thunderous beats of your wretched heart. “Shouldn’t you get going? Something about the thrill of adventure and action calling your name?”

“So you do remember what I say!”

“Only because you never stop talking. Even forcefully blocking you out doesn’t work.”

Still, he laughs, like you just landed the funniest joke known to man. His hulking frame of muscle and battle-worn scars shake at the boisterous action. That ever so familiar boyish sound which makes you feel both at ease but also forget just how strong he can be when necessary.

Eventually he composes himself, leaning back with his hands perched on his hips. “Save me some fruit for my return!” are his last words to you as he takes a slow step away from your stall; reluctant, almost. His waving is obnoxious, large, swooping movements which could probably render a mitachurl out of commission from the sheer velocity, his cheery grin akin to that of the shining sun.

You merely roll your eyes and give him a half-hearted wave of your own.

It's only when he disappears beyond the towering cobble walls do you allow yourself to turn away. Shining with gentle radiance in the early morning glow sits the cecilia he left for you, its pristine visage a grating contrast to the worn wood of the stall. The petals are soft to the touch, the pads of your thumb and forefinger gently running along its smooth texture.

Chatter slowly floods the city as life blooms amongst the populace, and you swiftly tuck its stem securely in your apron's breast pocket. The regulars come out for their daily peruse and purchase. The guards greet you and stop for idle chats. The children amble towards you eager to hear what new fruits you have in stock this time.

Even as the day goes on and your stock dwindles, you make sure to set aside the freshest fruit you have for when a certain man returns late into the day.

(And when he appears, roughed up from spending the day out in the wilderness yet shining as bright as ever, you act as though the ripe apple and berries were just mere leftovers — produce which never sold. If he notices the still pristine cecilia tucked into your pocket, he doesn't comment on it. He never does. Varka only beams in that manner which always gets your hands clammy, happily holding your empty crates while chattering about today's wilderness expedition, waiting as you finish packing up so he can walk you back home.)

(Like routine; like always.)

if you enjoyed this, reblogs and/or comments are greatly appreciated <33

[loveriotss]

omg how have u been imy <3

HI ISAA i miss you tooo ❤️ i’ve been doing okay, currently bored out of my mind doing nothing for summer vacay. what about you? how have you been?

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GOOD LUCK ON THE MATH TEST

wait goodnight i just realized that when i copy pasted my note from my previous fic (for the same format, i usually edit it later on) BUT I FORGOT TO EDIT IT THIS TIME SO NOW MY TWO RECENT FICS HAVE THE SAME NOTES BYE.

but thank u sennie, the test was weeks back and i did okay! love u mwah!

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I need my baby girl monoma like any fic/text beside smut 🤑 your stuff are GOLDEN and I've been addicted

BACK TO ME ⸻ NEITO MONOMA ; support course + gn reader

SYNOPSIS — a certain blonde is back into your life, bringing with him his cocky attitude and demands. INCLUDES — monoma and reader are in their third year, smau, fluff, crack.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ main masterlist — mha masterlist ꪆৎ ˚⋅

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑,

neito monoma burst through the studio door. you weren’t surprised since this only confirmed your suspicions of him lurking nearby. he waltz over to where you were seated, surrounded by blueprints, rough sketches and a few miniature models.

your face had a bit of soot dusted on it, your hair messily tossed up, the strays and baby hairs held up by a bandana. you made an effort to keep your hands clean though, since the sticky and oily feeling of mechanical work wasn’t the best. you weren’t exactly presentable, but you thought it was okay since the client was monoma.

he stood beside you, his back towards the table, making sure to not touch anything (a lesson learnt from last time when he ended up knocking your precious project) as he looked at you with his signature cocky grin.

“i must be the most on – time client you’ve ever had, right?” he asked to which you gave him a look, one brow raised as you tapped your pen against the blueprint spread out in front of you.

“lurking doesn’t count as punctuality, monoma.”

“i call it dedication. you should be grateful for the eagerness i have for your work instead of calling me a lurker.” he pointed out, voice smooth and annoyingly self – assured. he leaned forward a little, eyes scanning the mess of paper. “you’ve been busy.”

you didn’t reply at first, instead nudging one of the finished sketches towards him. “i narrowed it down to three. each one’s built for mobility and accessibility, they can also be attached to either your belt or glove.” you tapped the final drawing — sleeker, more compact. “this one’s the most efficient. minimal parts, easy to conceal so that villians can’t catch up with your timings, and convenient for you to keep track of the quirks.”

monoma blinked, impressed as he nodded to your words with raised brows. “you really thought this through.”

before you could stop yourself, you replied, “i always think things through. unlike someone who crashed into million – yen tech like a windstorm.”

he winced. “ouch, okay. i see that your emotional distress is still present.”

“mhm,” you hummed. “your monetary compensation was nice though.”

“you blocking me for two weeks wasn’t nice though.”

“two months,” you corrected.

he groaned dramatically and leaned against the table, eyes scanning the design again. “alright. let’s go with this one. the compact design feels.. heroic.” you scoffed under your breath. “you just want to look cool.”

“i always look cool, l/n.” he stated proudly, then gave you a sideways glance. “since we’re done.. wanna grab a snack or something? i’ve got a new ramen brand, how about you try it out with me? you just have to taste, not cook.”

you raised a brow, “you cook?”

“instant ramen, yes. but i do it well.”

“fine, impress me.”

you watched monoma intently from across the tiny kitchenette tucked into the back corner of the support studio. he was crouched slightly, carefully pouring hot water into bowls while humming to himself like he was a five – star chef preparing a gourmet meal. 

you leaned your chin on your palm and subtly lifted your phone. click! you got a quick, candid shot — monoma hunched over the bowls as he decorated them with toppings, brows slightly furrowed in concentration, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair a little messier than usual. it was annoying how photogenic he was.

he looked up just as you locked your screen, holding out one of the bowls with an overdramatic flourish. “dinner is served! try not to cry from how incredible it is.” he added in with a wink.

you accepted the bowl with a dry stare. “if i cry, it’ll be because this is my third instant meal this week.” he chuckled and sat beside you, bumping your shoulder slightly. “hey, this one has real seaweed. it counts as nutrition. nothing compared to your normal and bland instant noodles.”

you looked at him, amused. “thanks for the meal, chef.” 

“you’re welcome. and for the record,” he added, slurping a bit of his noodles before grinning at you through the steam, “i missed getting nagged at by you. the stares you give me really reminded me of old times.”

you paused before glancing away, bringing your ramen to your mouth to hide the smile creeping onto your face. “.. you’re weird.”

“and yet you didn’t block me this time.”

“shut up and eat your noodles, neito.”

NOTE — math test on monday kinda nervy

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. don’t try to copy/steal my work. do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[loveriotss]

wait for the event low-key middle school teacher Keigo and reader who teach two very different subjects and whenever they get chatty with the students they're like "maybe your other teacher told you this, it's not exactly 100% accurate 🙄" and they try to be passive agressive but it's juste agressive flirting and whenever there's a school event they chaperone together and stays glued to each other's sides

this scratches my brain so beautifully i think in in a different timeline keigo wouldve definitely became a teacher after The Incident <\3

teacher!keigo // job fair

event m.list

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a/n: alexa play 'desi girl' (ft. satoru finding his name in your mehndi) lowkey think that i like the suguru one more LOL

there's music playing in the background, almost muffled by the excited chatter of friends and family invited to your most special day. but if gojo's being honest, he can't hear the music or chatter, solely entranced by you. you and him in your own little bubble of happiness.

his hands cradle yours tenderly yet firmly, your knuckles brushing against his palms. you expect his eyes to be scrutinising the brown stain, intricate and beautiful, but when your gaze flickers to his face he's staring at you with a lovesick grin.

“satoru, you're not even looking,” you laugh.

“oh, i am. and i'm thoroughly enjoying the view.” he winks. you roll your eyes playfully.

“you're so goofy.”

“mhm, but i'm your goofy husband now, mrs gojo,” he smirks, but it soon melts back into a loving smile. it almost hurts his heart, in the most euphoric way possible, to look at you, adorned in deep red and gold. his wife.

“hey, don't try to weasel your way out of this by talking sweet like that.”

“i'm not trying to weasel out of anything. am i the bad guy for wanting to stare at my stunning wife?” he emphasises the last word on purpose, savouring the way it rolls off his tongue so beautifully.

you huff, beginning to slide your hands out of his but he quickly grasps them again, his thumbs circling your palms.

“ah, you don't need to let go. fineee, i'll take a looksie.”

he spares one more glance at your features before his eyes trail down to your hands painted delicately with mehndi, to find his name embedded into it.

it's hidden on your wedding ring finger. he already knows it. he found it about ten minutes ago before his eyes had wandered to your face. but he doesn't say anything, not wanting to let go of your hands yet as his thumbs continue to caress your palms.

as he pretends to continue to look for it, he speaks up softly, “your grandmother told me about that myth - that the darker the stain of your mehndi, the more your husband loves you. and it's no surprise that yours is so dark,” he smirks playfully, eyes briefly meeting yours.

a soft smile decorates your lips, and his heart skips a beat. “in that case, i never want it to fade.”

“i'll make sure it never does,” he whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips and he kisses the spot where his thumb once was. and his thumb moves to hover over his engraved name.

you notice where his thumb drifts and raise an eyebrow at him. “you saw it this whole time, didn't you?”

he grins cheekily, crinkled eyes marrying yours, such devotion and admiration shimmering in his. “yeah,” he admits quietly, “i just didn't wanna let go.”

his lips travel up from your palm to the gold ring sitting prettily on your finger, a diamond nestled in the middle so luminous, yet his eyes still put it to shame.

“am i the pope? kissing my ring like that,” you giggle teasingly. but your eyes are warm and affectionate as you watch him.

“chup, and let me love on my wife.”

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ᥫ᭡ — you have the suspicion that bakugo is on social media more than he lets on

╰➤ gender neutral , pre-relationship

you were surprised when bakugo first followed your instagram. the notification lit up your phone late one night, and the sight made your breath hitch. you tapped the banner on your homescreen, suspicion clouding your mind: did he really mean to follow you?

the screen opens up to his instagram, and you’re greeted by a barren wasteland of a feed. the profile picture remains unset, the bio is empty, and the account follows only a handful of people — the only real semblance of it being bakugo’s account is the few photos he’d been tagged in.

disappointed, you quickly realize there isn’t much to stalk on his profile. you scroll through the hundreds of followers he, for some reason, has, and wonder why he decided to follow you out of nowhere.

you wonder if the follow was a misclick.

locking your phone and placing it down on your bed, you briefly consider the katsuki bakugo in your life. your encounters through mutual friends are always rather brief, you think, and probably don’t leave much of an impression on someone like him. calling yourself his friend might be pushing it.

you pick up your phone once more, and stare at the follow back button. it’d been a solid few minutes, and he still hadn’t taken it back.

you tap the follow back button.

bakugo never ends up unfollowing you.

his posting habits undoubtedly remain nonexistent, and the odd interaction quickly falls to the back of your mind. it stays at the back of your mind, until you receive an unexpected notification much like you had a few weeks prior:

Katsuki Bakugo liked your post.

…huh?

you question out loud, confusion rooting itself into your expression almost identically to the way it had when he first followed you. your brows remain stubbornly furrowed, and you slide open your phone with a stutter in your chest — you hadn’t posted in a good few months.

the stray notification stares right back at you. it was practically glowing on your screen, demanding your attention and selfishly taking it all in. the post he liked is from last year, and you screenshot the picture with his like on it in disbelief.

was he scrolling through your posts? the thought makes your heart tug in your chest once more, and you feel a sear of warmth touch your face. the post is cute, you think, and you take a moment to analyze it. could he have been looking at it as hard as you are?

you ruminate the small details of the post. the coordinated outfit you’d chosen that day, the background complimenting your figure poised in the middle, the easy smile adorning your face. your heart continues to pound in your chest, and you glance down at the recent likes to make sure your eyes hadn’t deceived you.

bakugo’s like was gone.

your heart drops. for a second, you wonder if you’d imagined the like being there at all. you refresh the post, and briefly scroll through the likes once more — it really was gone.

the gears begin to turn in your brain. fingers move before thoughts could properly manifest, and the screenshot you’d taken in your stupor innocently presents the truth of the matter to you.

he must’ve unliked the post.

the image of bakugo realizing his mistake comes to mind. maybe he’d felt embarrassed. maybe he felt the same stutter in his chest, the same heat to his cheeks, and the same drop of his heart at his slip up. maybe he didn’t even care at all. despite the hazy context, you laugh at the unexpected silliness.

you go to bed pondering the question his weird actions leave unanswered — why exactly was this man, seemingly akin to a ghost on social media, on your profile to begin with?

the compliments you flood ashido’s comment section with are endless. her posts are always quick to garner mass attention, but your steadfast support remains unfaltering despite the plethora of comments she receives from others. her grin is infectious, unabashed and radiating energy comparable to the sun itself. you’d been sure to leave your own comments tinged with playfulness among the masses of others.

upon returning to your main homepage, the red dot indicating a new notification catches your eye. your thumb impulsively taps on it, revealing yet another anomaly adding on to the ever growing list you’ve been mentally taken note of for the past couple of weeks.

Katsuki Bakugo liked your comment

you shake your head in bewilderment, smiling down at the simple words. for someone with close to zero social media presence, bakugo sure is on instagram way more than you first assumed. coincidentally, he’d made a name for himself on your phone as well, forging a tentative place belonging to him both digitally and mentally in your space.

it was probably another mindless accident, you laugh to yourself. who would’ve pinned bakugo as the clumsy type when using his phone?

upon closer inspection, you realized that bakugo never liked ashido’s post itself. the single like remains on your comment, and your comment alone.

that’s weird. you shrug and wonder if he has these types of blunders with anyone else.

the update to your story is strategic. a candid photo angled just right, paired with a song you’d spent far too long tweaking to find the perfect fifteen seconds to accompany your picture.

the likes and story replies from your friends come rolling in, and you find yourself giddy throughout the day. you glow in the praises, holding each reply close to your heart as you like and reply to them. intermediate vibrations of your phone make it hard not to pick it up every few moments, the same light smile gracing your face each time.

your phone lights up once more, a telltale sign of the newest story reaction. the upturn of your lips fall by a millimeter at the newest banner on your lock screen, and your content smile is replaced by the rounding of your lips in a whisper of a gasp.

Katsuki Bakugo Reacted 👍 to your story.

this one must have been intentional. your fingers clench around your phone, and you feel an inexplicable warmth course through your head. with a sudden clammy feel to your hands and a distinct tug in your chest, you put your phone face down in your lap.

how bold.

you wrack your brain, thinking back to the array of peculiar interactions his account’s had with yours so far. this one proved to be the most jarring of them all — a direct reply. entering the realm of privacy, the notification speaks almost as a silent invitation. the message acknowledged your presence head on, and you feel oddly exposed at being perceived so blatantly.

the thumbs up is rather dry, but you guess it isn’t completely out of character. the reply sits on your phone for a good while, taking the backseat in your mind as you fumble to formulate answers.

what compelled him to reply? for once, you can’t shake the feeling that something truly might be off. his account must’ve been collecting dust, shaking off the cobwebs and spiders in your notification center rather than through his own postings or interactions with others. repeated faults only make it more difficult for you to defend him — bakugo really isn’t doing himself any favors.

finally opening his message, you settle on liking his reply before sending a quick smiley face.

bakugo leaves you on read. you wonder if he enjoys messing with you in his free time.

katsuki bakugo is lost.

settling into bed, katsuki’s thumb moves on its own as if accustomed to the nightly routine he unconsciously developed. he skips over the dumb reels on his explore page, the recent posts made by his friends he had little interest in viewing, and the five people who’ve been waiting on a text back from him for the past two months. instead, he heads straight for the search bar.

your username is already pre populated just below the search, and katsuki clicks it without a second thought. a fluttering feeling rises in his chest — one that he’d become well acquainted with over the past few months.

selfishly, katsuki finds himself growing greedier by the day. he’d become a frequent visitor of your instagram page before he knew it, pushing down the inexplicable pounding of his heart and rising heat to his cheeks at the way you never seemed to leave his mind.

cute. he studies the dips and curves of your face, committing each detail of the photo to memory. katsuki’s breath catches in his throat, and his eyes greedily take in your smile. his heart aches, jealous of his own eyes in their beholding of your beauty. yearning, he laments being restricted to the screen rather than having you right in front of him.

katsuki opens the comments, bracing himself for what he’d be forcing himself to bare witness to.

BEAUTIFUL

love u

ugh 😍😍😍

#needthat

the sun kissed you before i got to 😫😫

the realization that no amount of bracing could have properly prepared him comes quick.

the fuck? katsuki sneers at his phone. as if any of those fuckers would ever get the chance to kiss you.

the abundant comments and likes under your post give way to a bubbling feeling of discontent. katsuki’s fingers itch all of a sudden, palms and fingertips clamming up in sweat at the unsettling pit forming in his stomach. it was as if his whole body were set aflame, warmth coursing through every fiber of his being. you seemed to have that kind of effect on him, he’d begrudgingly noticed, but this warmth was like no other he’d felt whilst consumed by persistent thoughts of you.

this warmth, with it’s complimentary stomach pit and tension in his head, was a bother. he continues to scroll, mind clouding in the nasty heat he struggled to put a name to.

katsuki’s phone is haphazardly dropped onto his pillow. his groan is loud, pained in deep rooted frustration. with all these people showering you in praises both flowery and vulgar, he thinks he might combust on the spot.

every comment seemed to be burned into his mind, clogging up his stream of thought just as they’d be clogging up your phone. all those losers got to say it all so easily — meanwhile, katsuki could barely muster up a thumbs up emoji without feeling his heart sieze and blood rush up to his cheeks. his jaw clenches, irritation creasing his brow and lips taking on a bitter twist.

katsuki grabs his phone once more. he’d been driving himself crazy — you’d been driving him crazy. he thinks of you, sweet and pretty and exactly the person he’d yearn to call his.

fuck this.

rays of light accompany your alarm that morning, soft and golden as it nudges you awake. the alarm blares at your side, and you feel for your phone on the surface next to you. blinking away the lasting remnants of your sleep, your fingers move to silence the sound. glazing over the screen, your bleary eyes are forced to pause. a new notification captures your attention. you rub your eyes once, and then again, squinting to make sure you’re seeing it right. your breath hitches.

another notification from bakugo’s account. your heart flips in your chest, warmth rivaling the tender sunlight filtering through the curtains. this time, bakugo graces you with a direct message. an intentional message.

You free this weekend?

[loveriotss]

Can you do a smau offf the reader being shocked/greatful for the men doing the bare minimum because they're only use to toxic or Transaction relationships?? Idk if I phrased that right.. Sorryyy🙂‍↕️

REAL MAN ⸻ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki

SYNOPSIS — bare minimum by your boyfriend when you're used to toxic relationships. INCLUDES — gn! reader, set during post high-school, fluff, crack, smau.

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

🍰 :: IZUKU MIDORIYA ᝰ

🍲 :: KATSUKI BAKUGO ᝰ

🍀 :: SHOTO TODOROKI ᝰ

NOTE — math test on monday kinda nervy

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. don’t try to copy/steal my work. do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[loveriotss]

plzzz plzzzz aizawa bf texts...save me aizawa bf texts....aizawa bf texts if you can hear me save me please... (no I'm sorry ik this is annoying but like aizawa bf texts request plz 😭)

HCS + TXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⸻ shota aizawa

INCLUDES — gn! reader, slight suggestive towards the end!, fluff, crack, headcannons, social media au

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

: ̗̀➛ click here to read other character versions

not the quickest replier, but he does give priority to your texts! (you're pinned)

prefers calls over texts when he's busy or tired so he can just prop up his phone on his desk or face while speaking to you.

he's the type to get to the point with his texts.

no double texting or anything just everything dumped into one message.

uses proper punctuation but always texts in lowercase.

the only emojis he uses are '👍', '👎' and '❤️' (specially reserved for you only).

any other emojis are unnecessary to him for conveying messages.

not the biggest jokester but will show you sarcasm sometimes.

his social media is so dry.

i'm talking private account, default pfp, no bio, no posts, simple user + display name and only follows you and some of his coworkers.

(this made it very easy for the class to find his instagram and now there are 20 follow requests sitting in his inbox).

whenever you post yourself, he'll write short and sweet comments under it.

'cute' , 'pretty' or a heart if it's a picture of the both of you.

he would never admit it to you but he sometimes goes through your followers list, squinting eyes whenever he sees an unfamiliar person.

NOTE — #needthat

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. don’t try to copy/steal my work. do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[loveriotss]

oh btw i got her life is good 😇😇😇

eternal sugar cookie pls come home i’m literally broke ( 220 pulls done, only a few tasks remaining for light of sloth, 8/20 soulstones ) i’m NAWT ready to slave away at daily missions for a measly 70 lightcones

[loveriotss]

❝ TEMPORARY FIX; ❞

۶ৎ ft. h. shinsou, s. todoroki, i. midoriya, t. iida navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ wherein after the messy breakup with his girlfriend, he runs straight to you for consolation.

izuku midoriya

tenya iida

shoto todoroki , hitoshi shinsou

a/n: mean shinsou 😬

© miyamor 2025 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

[loveriotss]

eternal sugar cookie pls come home i’m literally broke ( 220 pulls done, only a few tasks remaining for light of sloth, 8/20 soulstones ) i’m NAWT ready to slave away at daily missions for a measly 70 lightcones

[loveriotss]

for the 6k job fair event ‼️

piercer!sero with coworker!reader who is getting a new piercing by him and reader has the BIGGEST crush on him

AAMMEEEENNNNNNNNNN oh yeah you get it. yoooouuuu absolutely get itttt

piercer!sero // job fair

event m.list

“stop looking at me like that,” he mutters.

you held your breath as sero inches in with your chin resting in between his gloved thumb and index finger, turning your head side to side and making sure his marking on your lip was properly aligned.

you bite back the instinct to suck in your bottom lip out of nerves as he inspects it. your hands have been unusually sweaty since the moment you’ve stepped in the studio, and you know your job. you’re good at your job. piercing and jewelry had been all that you’ve lived and breathed for the past few years, but at this moment, your mind went static.

“looking at you like what?” you squeak out.

“like you’re not a client,” he chuckles.

“i don’t know how to tell you this, hanta,” his eyes flicker up to meet yours, “but i work here.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, taking a step back to change out his gloves, “you know what i mean. keep your eyes on whatever’s behind me like everyone else.”

“what? a little eye contact makes you nervous?”

the corners of his mouth quirk up into a lopsided smile.

“something like that.”

you remind yourself to breathe once he holds the needle up to your bottom lip. you remind yourself that you’ve done this piercing a hundred times and that you know exactly what to expect.

there wasn’t a second in this swift motion when the needle came up through your lip where your eyes left sero. he was well aware of that.

“god,” he mutters, quickly pulling the needle through with the jewelry, “not even a fucking flinch, you badass.”

your stomach twists. in what world would a compliment do more damage to you than a needle going through your lip?

“what can i say? i’m a pro.” you let out a shaky chuckle as he meets the sore area with a q-tip.

“and i know i don’t need to give you the rundown on aftercare,” he peels the black gloves off his hands before tossing them in the bin, “but don’t go around kissing anyone until that’s healed alright?”

“bummer, i was really excited to see what kind of damage i can do to someone’s teeth with this.” you roll your eyes.

a knock came from behind the curtain. you both turn your heads to see a mass of purple hair peek through, throwing up a peace sign towards your way.

“your 12 o'clock is here. filling out the paperwork, but heads up anyways,” hitoshi says, leaving as quickly as he came in.

“that’s my cue then.” you awkwardly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “i’ll see you this weekend then? think that’s when we work together next.”

“yeah this saturday.” he gestures for you to take the lead out the private room, “but keep me updated on the healing. maybe if it’s feeling good we can test your curiosities.”

reflexively, you turn around and land a punch on his arm as your face flares with heat.

“what's wrong with you?” you hissed with wide eyes.

“not in front of the clients, babe.” he grins, unphase by your reaction, “or else they’re gonna start thinking it’s okay to attack the piercer.”

“you’re gonna try and kiss all your clients or something?" you cock an eyebrow, the tips of your ears burning.

sero pauses for a moment and wets his lips before speaking again.

“maybe just one.”

[loveriotss]

sparring