HAIKYUU BOYS & FANFIC TROPES

trapped together

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli

Contains: Skinship, not really suggestive(?) but it gets pretty intimate

Note: lowkey remembered how I was trapped in a stall with a group of people. dont ask how. that was terrible. have a small drabble!

masterlist || kaeya, thoma, gorou version

Diluc

You don't understand how it happened but it happened. You're stuck in a cramped wine closet with the owner of the winery himself: his chin resting on your head, your hands on his chest, you stood awkwardly between his legs.

You try to move back in an attempt at having more space but he's quick to wrap his arms around you.

"Don't move. There are wine bottles behind you," He warns, holding you close, "I don't care for the wine themselves but you might get hurt if they shatter."

You nod along, blush growing at his subtle way of caring. It was getting hot in the closet and you wonder whether the heat was coming from the cramped room or his naturally warm disposition as a pyro user.

"Can't you um... kick the door open?" You suggest but he shakes his head.

"Wine bottles. And I'm sure Charles would have noticed our absence by now and check." Unknown to you, Diluc thanks the archons for the dark room. It helps him hide his flustered face as he embraces you closer, muttering some excuse about checking behind you for anything that could be useful.

Of course, he's fully capable of getting you both out of the room without risking the wine. It'll be difficult, but not inherently impossible. Forgive his touch-starved self but this situation might be the only way he gets to embrace you like this — so can you really blame him for wanting to prolong it just a little bit longer?

Zhongli

Don't ask how you ended up in a coffin with the God of Contracts himself but there you were. Thank archons you weren't actually buried alive and that Hutao should be on her way to check on the supposedly empty caskets.

"Are you alright?" Zhongli inquires and you're not quite sure how to answer. You're laying on top of him, head resting on his shoulder. Had this been any other moment you would've deemed it as romantic but (1.) You weren't dating, (2.) You had an undeniable crush on him, and (3.) His deep voice next to your ear was making you - almost literally - melt.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," You say, voice unusually high pitched, "This is fine. I mean, not that the situation is okay but we're okay, right? Yeah."

His deep chuckle reverberates through the hard wood of the casket and you gulp nervously.

"You know, I can feel your heart beating quite loudly."

'Archons, kill me now,' You think before realizing how one of the archons is doing exactly that to your heart. He'll be the death of you if you don't leave this casket soon.

"O-oh? Is that so..." You gulp nervously, a silence falling between you. You start fidgeting again only for him to hold you still.

"I suggest you avoid moving on top of me so much," He mutters, hands on your waist now.

"Ah I must be heavy, right? Sorry for pushing-"

"No, it's not that. Just- let's try avoid any awkward scenarios while we're trapped here."

You tilt your head, only to notice the slight pressure on your thigh. A dark blush crosses your face as you noded quickly, keeping yourself still.

In the silence, you hear the way his heart beats louder than usual.

@chichikoi wait I'm still thinking about that last bit of the other thing-

Like the mental image of Albedo just looking up at you with his very very pretty eyes, cheeks slightly pink because he's a little hesitant to ask outright (despite his normally blunt nature). He has to uncomfortably crane his neck just a bit more since you're behind him, but that only gives sight of the gold diamond settled at the base of his neck.

He blinks, once, twice, gaze flicking off to the side before right back to you.

Neither of you speak, though his mouth opens and closes and you'd definitely laugh a bit if you weren't starting to get concerned at his silence. When he huffs and licks his lips, you notice the way his attention settles on yours.

Finally he tries to speak--

only for his words to die on his tongue the moment your lips press between his brows with a pleased hum.

BNHA Masterlist

Bakugou Katsuki

A Night Off - You go out for some food and your roommate, Bakugou, gets worried when you don't return quickly and aren't responding. (Basically a crack fic) /nonromantic Sleepy Mornings - You know Bakugou is prone to nightmares, that's usually why he's missing from bed in the mornings. /dating Night Walks - You weren't a big part of Bakugou's friend group. You somehow managed to become closer to him after a nightmare. /friends > dating Forgive, Don't Forget - (Prologue) - (Part One) - (Part Two) - (Part Three) - (Part Four) - When Izuku broke up wit you, you expected to cry in bed for at least a week. Since when was public slander a part of heartbreak. This realization was also downplayed by the fact that BAKUGOU was on your side?!?! /friends > dating > married (Ongoing) Pickpocket!Bakugou Headcanons - I only added a little bit to this, but any Bakugou fan would like this. The Regent - (Part One) - Your family always expected too much from you for people who have neglected you. However, you never expected to be shoved into a marriage you didn't even have a hand in, much less know of. (Ongoing) /married

Izuku Midoriya

November Prompt - Crisp Air - Izuku finds you on the balcony of your apartment in his favorite shirt. /dating Immortal Izuku Headcanon - Basically a headcanon that Izuku is just a little wanderer who collects information which also includes Bakugou and Shouto.

Shouto Todoroki

The Days We Lost - You always had a crush on Shouto, but then Momo came around and you shoved your feelings to the back burner. (Maybe Ongoing) /angsty, friends Shouto Headcanons - Head empty, only Todoroki fulfilling all his annoying little brother tendencies with Bakugou.

You Accidently Hurt Yourself

Pairing(s): Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

Character Count: 2218

Warning(s): Fluff, blood mention but nothing too graphic, worried boys

Summary: read title

The smell of food cooking was obvious at this time of day. It’s noon and you’re preparing lunch. You stand by the stove, listening and watching the food sizzling to make sure it doesn’t overcook. Your boyfriend is sitting in the living room, eyes casting from the tv to you every now and again. Grabbing the cutting board, you line  the vegetables together and begin to dice them. As you begin to cut up the vegetables, you space out, totally unaware and forgetting that you’re holding a knife. A sharp pain brings you back to reality, gasping quickly as you drop the knife, looking down at your now bloody finger.

🥦Izuku Midoriya🥦

he’s up in a second as soon as he hears you gasp

when he rushes in and sees you bleeding he quickly begins to help

“Are you okay?”

he’ll hold your hand as he runs your bloody finger under the tap, getting rid of all the blood

when he wraps the band-aid on your finger, he’ll give it a little kiss and smile at you

he’ll insist on helping you finish so you don’t have another mishap

“Try to be careful next time, okay, hon?”

100% cutie

💥Bakugou Katsuki💥

ready to kill but there was no need for that

He’ll come in and see the blood on your finger and the knife, he knows what happened

he’ll grab the medical ointment and you quickly go shake your head

“I’m fine, really.”

he’ll hold your hand tightly, trapping you arm in between his so you can’t pull away

you quickly feel the stinging of the ointment on the fresh wound

by the time he’s finished and wrapping your cut finger, you’re glaring at him

he knows you don’t like it but he only did it because he cares. He doesn’t want it to get infected

“Pay attention next time, moron.”

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

he’ll pause his video game and pop his head up in search of clues as to what happen

When he sees the blood, he’ll stand and ask if you’re okay

you’re quick to assure him you’re fine and that the cut is actually quite small, it’s just a lot of blood

he’ll ask if you need any help and he’ll hover you, just kinda watching

“I’m okay, Kaminari.”

Of course you are, you’re a big girl and you can handle yourself

he’ll remind you to “Pay more attention, dummy!” and give you a kiss on your forehead

also gives your wrapped finger a kiss too

“Is the food ready yet?”

AN: I'm not dead just very, very unmotivated to write/post anything. Give me time to get out of this uncomfortable mindset and I'll be back. I also forgot how to add the 'read more' option so if anyone could remind me that would be great!

this but with bnha 👀

izuku as letting you fall asleep on his shoulder during field trips and when you're on the bus together. he'll let you have whichever seat you want — whether it be the window seat or the aisle, he's more than happy to let you have the one you want. if he sees you're tired, he'll let you know you can sleep, and offer his shoulder as a pillow with flaming red cheeks. when you get to your destination though, he doesn't have the heart to wake you up since you look way too peaceful.

denki as being way too overdramatic when it's cold, and saying “god, i wish someone would give me their jacket” while looking over at you expectantly, being way too obvious with his hints, that he wants you to give him your jacket. if you do give it to him he'll give it back the next day, while thanking you with a bright smile. when you wear it later on, you'll find a hastily folded paper that just has a messily drawn happy face inside in one of the pockets.

shoto as trying out new things with you — even if it turns out that both of you suck at it. you could say you want to try learning how to cook, and he'd try it out with you (as it turns out, he's very bad at it, but he tried). it isn't limited to just small things, he'd come with you even if you say you want to learn an entirely new thing that takes months to learn; something that's time consuming. if you tell him he doesn't have to come with you if he doesn't want to, he's shaking his head and is already searching for classes for whatever it is.

bakugou as reaching for your hand when he feels like you're having a bad day. he doesn't say anything, just squeezes your hand to reassure you since he knows he's not the best at comforting people, or just words in general. if you look at him and smile, genuinely, he knows you're alright, but if you look at him and smile, one he knows is fake, his mission for the day is to cheer you up, whether it be with passive aggressiveness or a try at actually comforting you with words, he just wants you happy again.

kirishima as always being there whenever you need him and knowing when something's wrong. if you have anything on your mind, he's one step ahead of you because right as you're about to send him a text, you recieve one from him saying 'what's wrong?' he doesn't pressure you to talk either, he just reassures you that he's there for you if you need to talk about it. he'll offer to come over to your house, even if it's 4am and his parents will give him hell about it in the morning.

hanta as making you playlists of the songs that remind him of you. he just randomly sends you a link to a spotify playlist he'd made, and ask you to tell him what you think about it. he'd be overjoyed if you say it's good and that you like it. he never really specifies that he made it especially for you, unless you ask him why he send it to you. he'd then say those are songs that remind him of you, and when you thank him, he's totally red behind his phone screen, although he'll never admit that.

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JK Characters Reacting to Starboi3 feat. Doja Cat's Song "Dick" [Crack/Smutty Humour]

^In case you've been dwelling under a boulder and haven't heard it

Today we have: Geto, Yuji, Gojo, Maki, Nanami, Megumi

"Come hear, there's this new song I think you'll like!"

Reaction within the first 60s

"This is very bass forward, isn't it...and forward forward."

After listening through

So, ya offerin'? *smirks*

Play it again?

Not really his thing, but you'll observe him tapping his foot to it if it ever comes on the radio (what kind of public broadcast service are you listening to that would play this, Geto??)

Reaction within the first 60s

Is slightly startled and flustered by the explicit nature of it, but gets into the beat, bobbing his head to the rhythm

After listening through

"I like it! Um, I mean the tune mainly!"

Play it again?

He would, but only with headphones in!

Reaction within the first 60s

"Aww shit this my jam! Y/n you're just discovering this? Where have you been!" (He's already heard it before, including a bass boosted one hour loop version)

After listening through

He literally has it all memorized and keeps yelling out "Dick!" with increasing volume and aggression to make you embarrassed in public. But when you just one-up him and shout"R.I.P THAT PUSSY!" louder he laughs and chants the rest of the song with you, earning you two many affronted stares from strangers.

Play it again?

Nabbed your phone and changed his contact to Goja Cat and customised the ringtone to his own terribly rapped version of it. You've never picked up his call so fast, the first time it happened you yelled "SATORU YOU BITCH YOU HAVE NO FLOW." You didn't know you were on speaker. Or that he was in a meeting with Principal Yaga and Gakuganji.

Reaction within the first 60s

Makes a face after the first "Dick!" and her stare at you gets increasingly judgmental with every subsequent one.

After listening through

"I'll admit it's catchy, but I thought you had better taste in music than this y/n."

Play it again?

Secretly has it on her Spotify Work Out mix, but made that playlist private so you don't find out!

Reaction within the first 60s

You see his brows twitch after the first word, but his expression becomes increasingly passive as the song goes on (or it strives to be, at least. You can tell what he's really thinking. It's probably Disdain) Loses the tiniest, tiniest soupçon of respect for you.

After listening through

"Y/n, is this really your type of music?"

"Yea, sometimes!" You flash a grin at him.

"...I see."

"She's a great artiste isn't she?" Nanami clears his throat, taking a moment to carefully contemplate the construction of his response. When he next speaks, it's in the most neutral tone you've ever heard from him (which is saying something, for Nanami.)

"I would have to experience the rest of Ms...Doja Cat was it? Ms Doja's oeuvre before making an assessment on that."

You giggle straight in Nanami's face, "Kento, you can just say you're judging me, y'know."

"I never would, on such a superficial basis," he says firmly, but there's something about the way the corner of his mouth is set that makes you laugh harder.

Play it again?

N e v e r.

Not if Nanami has an option anyway - but maybe he'll learn some fresh appreciation for it.You're blasting it in his kitchen one night when he told you he'd be back late so the house would feel less empty. You don't hear him unlock the front door, or his hurried footsteps as he pads over to tell you to turn it down for crying out loud, what if the neighbours hear? But then he's halted in his tracks at the entrance, mesmerised by the sway of your hips as you groove to the beat, elbows flecked with suds as you do the dishes, completely oblivious.

And hey, if he discovers this newfound appreciation for the song while you just so happened to be wearing your snuggest pair of booty shorts, well that's simply a coincidence, right?

You're only alerted to his presence midway through belting Doja Cat's verse when you're started by a strangled, swallowed sound he made. Whipping around, your face is already scarlet before you register Nanami's smirk, or how he's sauntering over to you with slow, deliberate steps. He pins you first with his gaze, then his hands, caging you in with your hips pressed against the sink, while he rubs small circles against your skin, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of those skimpy shorts.

Before you can sputter an excuse or apology, Nanami grips your chin between thumb and forefinger and mutters the most unexpected command ever: "Alexa, play Freak by Doja Cat." So, Nanami had gotten around to the rest of her repertoire after all

Reaction within the first 60s

Stiffens after hearing the first word, looking puzzled. He must have misheard - did the singer really just say - oh, they did, yep. And now they were repeating it...a lot. You can't help the grin as you watch the tips of Megumi's ears tinge pink, just as you'd predicted (or hoped). He doesn't even finish the song and tugs out the earbuds before the second chorus, but you insist and force him to listen to the rest of it, much to Megumi's chagrin.

After listening through

"Y/n, why did you think I would enjoy this song?" "Eh? What do you mean? You're a red-blooded guy who's sexually active-" "Y/n! L-let's listen to something else, please."

Play it again?

I-it's not his fault, he swears. It just keeps appearing in his Tiktok feed and now it's stuck in his head. And only cause Nobara keeps sending him those dumb videos so his algorithm's messed up ok?It's not like he would include it in any of his playlists...right?

[Sexual themes beneath the cut]

The two of you are having a heavier than normal make out session in his dorm, Megumi's top already ridden up more than halfway above his abs. Your hand drifts over the denim of his tightened jeans, searching for the zipper and Megumi bucks reflexively into the warmth of your palm, earning you a breathy moan. Between your combined pants and the rustle of his sheets, you can barely pick up anything coming over the speakers from the Let's Make This Night Last Forever Spotify mix that you curated together.

But then you hear a very distinct, familiar electronic twang and drum beat, followed by the singer shouting well, the thing your fingers had been questing for. It's obvious Megumi recognises it too by how he freezes up and absolutely refuses to meet your quizzical gaze.

"I didn't put this on the playlist," you giggle.

"I-I didn't add it either!" Megumi mutters, a shade too defensively.

"Hmm, you sure?" You hum, your hand resuming its original intentions.

Megumi groans, stuttering. "I s-swear, I don't remember..."

You apply a little more pressure to what was conveniently the subject of the song, massaging Megumi through the material of his clothes. "So which is it, darling," you purr, "You added it, and forgot you did?"

"N-nngh, y/n, baby - it's embarrassing, let's just ch-change it-"

"Not a chance," you smirk, pulling your prize out of your boyfriend's pants. You slither to your knees and elbows; time to find out what all the fuss and inspiration behind this song was about.

"Hey 'Gumi," you whisper sweetly, glancing up at him from where your head is nestled between his thighs.

"Y-yeah?" he answers shakily, you feel the tremors in his fingers as they card through your hair, gathering it in a loose ponytail.

"About those Tiktoks which use this song...you're familiar with that one challenge, right?"

The full flush racing down Megumi's neck (and much lower, as you'll later discover) tells you everything you need to know. But it's really the way his eyes darken and smolder, together with the fist tightening against your scalp, that indicates Megumi's more than game to nail you this challenge.

A Moment in a Million [Morax | Rex Lapis | Zhongli]

Content: Overuse of Similes (LISTEN), Hurt/Comfort, Soft, Pet Name (Dear), Honaki Impact 3rd Lore(??That might also be Genshin Lore??)

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Appricated

Notes: This is a Secret Santa gift for @miam0re

Here's her gift to me! Will Always Want You [Albedo]

A Moment in a Million [Morax | Rex Lapis | Zhongli]

The nights were colder in Liyue Harbor than they were in Mondstadt.

You’d learn this quickly upon your arrival.

You’d also learn of Liyue’s rich history

as told by Wangsheng Funeral Palor’s Consultant,

Zhongli.

You met him by chance as you were torn deciding between Stone Harbor Delicacies or Noodles with Mountain Delicacies at Liuli Pavilion.

“I recommend Mountain Delicacies.” You jolted at the velvety voice.

“Noodles in a meat-and-vegetable sauce. The sauce has a rustic flavor, and there's a generous amount of it mixed in with the noodles. A humble but enduringly popular dish.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you met with eyes of melted amber. You gave him a smile before turning back to the woman.

“I’ll take two of those, then,” You glanced back “That is… if you’re willing to join me.”

He smiled.

One that was sure to shine brighter as the lone moon in the sky.

He spoke of many things, like the origins of Blackcliff Forge and the Lantern Rite.

To the inner workings of procuring the finest ore.

But he also listened,

He listened to you speak of your homeland.

Even if his smiled said that he knew,

his eyes danced with unique curiosity.

And as he walked you home, listening to the chirps of night.

You realized:

You were in love.

What a way to start off in a new land.

Zhongli reminded you of your late grandmother’s large house.

Full of mysteries and wonder.

A place where your imagination ran wild.

She kept the main rooms, where guests were allowed to roam, neat and tidy.

You’d never expect the dark corners of cobwebs and bugs,

or the old paintings that seemed to watch you walk down the hall.

Like the main room, he was bright and inviting.

Yet his dark halls were pillars of amber, cold and unyielding.

Sometimes, you’d catch him looking off into the distance, far beyond the harbor.

Far beyond Teyvat.

Your heart sank at the discovery.

You were but a fleeting moment in his life

while he remained in bygone memories.

Never to be forgotten

And yet,

Never to be seen again.

“I’ll never get used to these cold winters.” You murmured as you cupped your hands over your mouth, attempting to warm them.

“Even though you've been here for three years now?” Zhongli hummed. “How odd. I thought you would have been accustomed to it by now.”

“Yeah, maybe… but things here are very different. Mondstadt’s never had a breeze other than inviting.” You shoved your hands into your pockets. “These winters are… harsh.”

“And the winters of the City of Freedom are not?” He titled his head.

A sign that he truly didn’t know the answer to the question posed.

“Not really. If the winds are cold they feel as if they’re teasing. Not enough to sting.”

He chuckled (You liked the sound of it). “Yes… the people of Liyue are built more sturdy than other regions.” He paused, “maybe not as sturdy as Snezhnayains.” He trailed off, eyes far off.

The melted amber hardening.

So you watched the sunset,

as he reminisced.

“I’m sure you have questions for me.”

On the day of his birth,

final day of the year,

he broke the serene silence.

“And yet, I’m sure you know.”

You did.

Zhongli was no mortal man.

He knew too much.

Not only of ancient histories, but down to the minuscule minerals in ore.

His eyes glowed in a way different than that of vision users.

His “Vision” didn’t hum like yours.

Like it was a fake,

but it still smoldered when used.

And when Rex Lapis died

And Liyue almost fell to an ancient god, but was saved by mortals and adepti.

He seemed relieved.

A heavy weight removed from his shoulders.

You couldn’t deny it any longer.

You nodded, “but I want to hear you say it.”

Harden amber swirled with mixed emotions. “I am Rex Lapis, God of Contracts.”

“Morax, The Warrior God.” You added, watching as fear took the forefront.

“Yes.” The word laid heavy on his soul. Strong stance crumbing at the confession.

“A god who has lived for more than six thousand years.” You bit your lip. “While the life of a mortal is but a flash of lightning. Fleeting.”

He said nothing.

So this is how it ended.

On his birthday, as the sands of time turned anew.

However, there wouldn’t be a renewal of this relationship.

“Why would you waste my time?” Tears gathered on your lower lashes. “My life is as small as a speck of dust compared to yours.

“Why spend four of my short years on something that would only bring us both heartache in the end?

“I’ve spent four years loving you… only to be a flame’s flicker in the end…”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Tears fell as waves down your cheeks, washing over the amber necklace he’d given you as a gift your second year in Liyue.

You wanted to take it off, to rid yourself of him.

But you couldn’t.

Unlike a god, you couldn’t throw away love as true as this.

“Please allow me to temper your wilding thoughts.” He sounded… unsure.

You didn’t blame him. You were a sobbing mess at this point, but you were able to calm yourself enough to allow him to try to reason with your unreasonable thoughts.

“I apologize for making you feel as though the time we’ve spent together has been a waste on my part. On the contrary, the time spent with you is unparalleled.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are literally the oldest of the Seven, Zhongli.”

“Yes,” He smiled sadly, “but that does not make me immune to erosion.

“I made a contract with the Tsaritsa. A contract to end all contracts, if you will. Liyue did not fall and so the contract was fulfilled.

“I handed over my gnosis— my connection to Celestia, and have thus been living as a mortal man.

“As Zhongli.

“Soon my godly powers will diminish and I will corrode like any other. So, while I remain on this plane, I ask:

“Will you allow me to spend my final days with you?”

By now your tears had stopped.

His words made sense, and you didn’t think he was lying to you.

Maybe you had rushed into the worst possible situation too quickly.

Your cheeks began to sting as the blood rushed to them.

“You’re asking if I’ll have you?” You crossed your arms with a raised brow.

He smirked. “Familiar, is it not?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but grin.

“A moment with you is that of a million, my dear.” He coaxed you into his lap, placing a hand on your cheek. “If you’re willing to join me, that is.”

You smiled.

One reminisce of the sun peeking over the mountains.

Then gave him a searing kiss as the clocks struck 12, pouring every bit of you love into him.

Just as he poured back into you.

Tonight, you’ve brought in the new year with a new understanding of each other.

He was a god no longer and you were a singularity.

Together you realized:

This love was one in a million.

A love that would never be repeated in the infinite cycle of tree and sea.

A love that marks the trunk and abyss.

A love that is purely

You and Zhongli.

:) Happy Holidays to all and to all a

Grandpa's gonna sue the pants off of Santa, 'cause grandma would have wanted him to. (No pantalones)

Imma be real, the whole holiday aspect got away from me and it just ended up being cold.

TBH, this whole fic got away from me . Zhongli and Reader took the wheel, kicked me out the car and drove into the sunset. At least they're happy lol

Btw, this also doubled as a birthday fic for Zhongli???

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

Professor Zhongli hcs but you’re his spouse and not his student

Characters: Zhongli x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

A/N: i just. I just think he’s really neat

Also I’m not booing the works that have prof zhongli x student reader, i just thought this concept here is cute

Read [pt.2] here

Well starting off, he’s an exceptional teacher, very gentle and patient. Many students have definitely lit up at his youthful and handsome looks, before noticing the ring adorning his finger.

He’s very loved by his students, but they all have the habit of making him swerve from the actual topic sometimes. Beforehand, he usually went on about historical events and all the details he has somehow memorised, sometimes even bringing his own pictures of certain locations as source material.

He’s always dressed nicely, either a vest and a crisp shirt with dress pants and leather shoes, a nice dress shirt or a simple sweatshirt. But the one thing that makes it really special, something that his students don’t know, is that you actually dress him in the morning sometimes.

Every morning, when he wakes up and has basked in your presence for at least ten minutes you two wash up in the bathroom and get ready. Small kisses exchanged and giggly smiles adorning your faces.

He thinks it’s adorable when you stand before him, tongue sticking out in concentration when you tie his necktie, adjusting it before kissing his cheek lightly to seal the deal. Your lover really can’t help but tug you back into his arms to nudge his nose with yours.

Now the thing is that everyone knew that their very simpable teacher is married, but no one had ever seen you and some can’t stop but wonder about you.

But oh boy.

One time you showed up because you noticed that your love had forgotten his phone and lunch at home because of a rushed morning.

dumbass didn’t forget to give you a quick kiss on the cheek though, freaking priorities duh

So you came into his lecture room right before you’d thought his students would shuffle in, but many early attenders happened to witness the whole loving exchange of their teacher with the mystery person.

INSTANT SHIPPING

SHIPPING INTENSIFIES WHEN THEY SEE HOW ADORINGLY HE LOOKS AT YOU

maybe some even kinda start simping for you(?)

He’s just too distracted by your presence to care much, so he’d gingerly cup you cheek and thank you with his charming glint.

Secretly, he likes showing his spouse off a little, so it might just happen that he “forgets” things at home for you to bring him one or two more times a week.

i know we all love toji being nasty, but i'd love to see a (slightly) sweeter side of him and the reader as mamaguro, if possible?? maybe featuring the reader in his lap, the first time toji's ever really wanted to really do right by his partner... the ability of a man like him to have a softer side has plagued me ever since akutami said he mellowed out with his wife 😭

saying the important things - toji x fem!reader (2.1k)

toji’s not the kind of man who wears his heart on his sleeve. but he’ll try, for you. 

warnings: none! reader is mamaguro and uses fem pronouns, pregnancy is briefly talked about. this is just soft honestly

[reblogs/comments appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

Megumi is sleeping.

He lays in his crib, his chubby cheeks squished against the soft mattress, his hair dark and messy. At times like this, you can see so much of Toji in him, and it makes your heart ache. You can’t believe that you helped create something so perfect – from his tiny face, the tilt of his nose, the perfectly formed fingers and toes . . . You find it hard to believe that Megumi could really be yours.

“You’re starin’ at the kid again.”

Toji’s voice comes from behind you and startles you – you jump, guiltily turning to see your husband. His voice is dark and rough, but as you see him you realise that his face is anything but. Oh, sure – he has a scar bisecting the corner of his lip, muscles rippling out of a tight black shirt. But the look on his face is peaceful, and as he meets your eyes it just seems to fade into something even more so.

“You come stare at him,” you say, “you’ll understand why.”

He makes a little huff of amusement – but Toji Fushiguro is under your thumb, so he humours you by moving forward. Big arms wrap around your waist, making you feel safe and held in his embrace. His chin rests on your shoulder, sharp green eyes on the messy-haired bundle of wonder sleeping in the crib that you’d watched Toji build with a screwdriver clenched between his teeth.

(“How hard can it be?” He’d asked you. “S’flat pack, right? Guys who aren’t half as smart as me do it--”. In the end, it had taken six and a half hours and Toji had had to physically pick you up and sit you down on a chair because you couldn’t stop bending down to help. He’d placed his hands on his hips and pointed an accusing finger at you. “You’re gonna get yourself stressed, sweetheart, and it isn’t gonna do any good for the kid.” You hadn’t expected Toji Fushiguro to be the over-protective kind . . . but you’d be lying if you said that his pout and furrowed eyebrows weren’t adorable).

Megumi’s eyes had turned the same shade of green as Toji’s around the five month mark, for the record.

“We did a good job, huh?” There’s a hint of pride in Toji’s voice that he does his best to dampen down – he’s trying to be cool, even now. Your hands come to rest over his own, where they’re clasped onto your hips.

“I think we did a great job,” you tell him, and snorts out a little laugh against your neck that tickles, making you bend back into sub-consciously. “No, really. I think he’ll fetch a high price on the black market. Look at all of that hair.”

“Takes after me,” Toji tells you. “I think I’d fetch a high price too.”

“You know you’d fetch a high price,” you say, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You find yourself on your tip-toes just so you can feel a little closer to equal to him. “You’re a wanted man, Mr Fushiguro--”

“You’re a wanted woman, Mrs Fushiguro,” He says, bending his head – and his lips brush across yours, and you feel your entire body fill with the heady knowledge that he wants you. You know it – he makes it clear in the gentler way he holds you against him, his attempts to do chores around the house, the way his fingers entangle with yours when you’re out doing grocery shopping as a little family. But there’s something that you can’t quite express that feels all the more special about the embrace and the words when you two are on your own.

It hadn’t always been like this.

When you’d first met Toji, he’d been all dark flashing eyes and dangerous smile and tugging hands, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flirted and charmed his way into your life. His voice had been dark and deep, he’d winked at you and made insinuations and insisted, occasionally, that this wasn’t a relationship so much as a mutually beneficial arrangement--

Until someone else had flirted with you in a club and Toji had grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, arm wrapping around your waist. Perhaps you’d been trying to make him jealous – you’d long ago accepted that your crush on Toji and desire to make him yours officially were going to come to a sticky end, seeing as he seemed to value his freedom so highly – but you hadn’t expected it to work.

He’d murmured into your neck that night that you were his, forever, and he never wanted to see someone else’s hands on you again--

“Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend, finally, then?” You’d asked, a hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing the scar on his lip. Toji had grinned at you, dark and deep and dangerous but warmer than you’d ever seen it. He’d held you that night like he’d just realised how precious you were.

“Sweetheart,” he’d said to you in response. “Hell. Y’can call me your husband if you want.”

You had laughed and thought he was joking.

“Maybe I’ll try that after a proper proposal,” you’d said, tapping his nose. You’d expected him to grab your hand before you could make contact and pin you underneath him, tell you off for being so cheeky – but instead, the pad of your finger had made contact with it and you swore you’d seen a dark flush dust his high cheekbones.

You’d figured that was the end of it, until two weeks later he’d pulled out an expensive-looking ring whilst the two of you watched a movie.

“Well?” He’d asked you, looking almost uncomfortable – almost afraid that you might say ‘no’. “Whaddya say, angel? Gonna try callin’ me husband now?”

And you had.

He’d confessed everything to you before he’d asked about taking your name. His exact line of work, why he wanted to leave his old surname behind – and though you know you shouldn’t have, you’d simply taken it in stride. If this was what it took to have him, you would accept it; it had been too long, and you loved him too much, to simply walk away. You’d found out you were expecting Megumi six weeks before the small wedding and had told Toji immediately.

He’d seemed scared, but he’d seemed excited to – whirling you around like you weighed nothing before he anxiously put you back down and stepped back.

“That’s fine, right?” He’d asked. “I dunno much about kids. I haven’t hurt ‘em or anything, have I?”

He’d made a real effort around the house whilst you were incapacitated by your pregnancy, too – sometimes too much of one, as he batted away your attempts at cooking or cleaning with an insistent ‘I can do it, sweetheart!”. You’d let him make mistakes – honestly, a couple of disasters notwithstanding he’d made a decent effort.

You’re not afraid to leave Megumi alone with him, though Toji still hasn’t quite mastered the life skill of ‘talking to my baby as if he is my child and not simply a friend who I want to slightly intimidate’.

Sometimes you see Toji sat in an armchair with Megumi in his arms, a tiny hand wrapped around Toji’s massive thumb, and you think you could die from how much you love them both.

“C’mon,” Toji murmurs, breaking the kiss. “He’s fast asleep.”

You let yourself be dragged over to said armchair in the corner of the room, next to the little case of children’s books you and Toji had chosen for him

Megumi likes dogs; he claps his pudgy little hands together whenever one is introduced in the bright colours and flat pages. At nine and a half months, he had furrowed his little face and pronounced; “Gog. Goggy.”. Toji had grabbed the cheap camcorder that he’d been recording as many milestones as possible on and tried to bully Megumi into saying it again, but all of the footage he’d actually gotten was you laughing in the background as Megumi attempted to cross his chubby little arms and look at his father in disapproval. He had not said ‘goggy’ again until you had thoughtlessly picked up a little pair of black and white stuffed dogs whilst in a toy-shop with him to show him. Toji had had to go back to the shop ten minutes before closing to purchase them, and even now Megumi tucks them under his arms when you take him out in his pushchair.

You let yourself, too, be pulled into Toji’s lap as your husband gets comfortable, readjusting your body so he can wrap his arms around you and you can bury your face into his neck.

He smells like cigarettes and your laundry powder, familiar and comforting.

He takes a deep, pleased breath that makes the muscles in his throat ripple – you bring up a hand and trace them, fingertip lodging in the hollow of his throat for a moment before your hand moves down to rest over his clavicle, and then where his heart is beating steadily under his clothes and skin.

“You feelin’ me up, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “Y’can just ask, you know--”

“I’m feeling your heartbeat,” you say to him, listening to his pulse in his neck. “I think it might have stopped. We should look into it.” “Is this because I made that joke about the black market? Babe, you’d never let me fuckin’ sell our kid--” “Don’t swear around Megumi,” you say, automatically, your eyes swivelling to Megumi’s crib without moving your head from its comfortable position. “You’ll give him a dirty mouth.”

“You love my dirty mouth,” Toji purrs, the arm around your waist pulling you in tighter and closer. Heat rushes to your face and you give him a headbutt in the neck that’s half affectionate and half warning.

“Not now,” you say, sighing comfortably. Toji is warm and solid and always there for you. “I’m too comfy.”

“Ah, far be it for me to interrupt your nap-time,” he teases, but he pushes a kiss onto your forehead anyway. “Hell, I could go to sleep here myself. Nobody said havin’ a kid would be this much effort.”

“Everyone said it,” you say, stifling a yawn. “You just didn’t believe them.”

He snorts again.

“Y’got me there,” he says. “Wouldn’t change him for the world, though.”

“You’re just saying that because he takes after you,” you smile against his skin. “If he looked like me and acted like me, if he was sweet and demure--”

This gets another laugh from Toji, who knows exactly just how not sweet and not demure you can be.

“I’d love him even more, probably,” he says. “We’re gonna have some fuckin’ blow-ups in the future, sweetheart. Good job you’ll be around to sort out your men, right?”

The arm not about your waist moves so he can cup your face now, tip your chin up towards him. His eyes are still very sharp, but they’re softened with love as he looks down at you. Toji gives you these moments in the quiet of night – when he’s not formerly-of-the-Zenin-family, when he’s not the ‘Sorcerer Killer’, when he’s not an assassin-for-hire – when he’s just Toji Fushiguro, your husband and father of your child. You treasure every single one of them and hold them close to you like a precious pearl, stringing them onto a necklace of memories you’ll cling to forever.

“I’ll be around forever,” you tell him. “If I die, I’ll come back to haunt you and tell you what a shitty job you’re doing on the PTA.”

He snorts.

“Don’t even joke,” he tells you with a flickering smirk – but that smirk quickly drops away to be replaced with a look of intense solemnity. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Are you getting soft on me?” You ask, but the hand tipping your chin up does a little jerk.

“Please,” Toji says, a little softer now. “Let me tell you I love you and mean it.”

Sparks fly all through your stomach, your heart twisting in your ribcage. You rarely see this kind of gravitas on his face – he rarely takes this tone, almost needy as he implores you to listen.

“I love you too,” you breathe. “You know that.”

He pulls you into a kiss that knocks the breath out of you, that makes you feel like you and Toji and Megumi are the only real people on Earth and everyone else is an imitation.

“Yeah,” he says, gruff. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearin’ you say it, though.”

just some dabi fluff for a friend<3

WARNINGS: fluff - gn!reader - 300 words

Dabi opened the door to your shared bedroom quietly. It was late at night and he had just came back from a mission, not wanting to wake you up, knowing you would probably be asleep by now.

What he didn’t know was that you were wide awake, unable to fall asleep until he walked into the bedroom and saw you in his hoodie with a blanket wrapped around you lazily.

“Hey, why are you up?” He asked in a soft tone and you just shrugged a bit. “I’m just up-” You mumbled, looking at him as he sat down next to you, leaning against him almost immediately.

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